wait am i supposed to laugh

Imagine Jared and Misha teasing Jensen because you, his favorite actress and celebrity crush, got a part in Supernatural and he acts like a fanboy.

“So how’s it going guys? It’s been quite some time since I last saw you and so much has changed!” the interviewer said with a smile as the three men nodded their heads.

“Oh yeah definitely! I mean I- I died, so there’s that.” Misha said with a shrug and Jared and Jensen snickered “You know-” he spoke up again, raising a finger “I think the only sad thing about it is that it wasn’t Jared that did it, it’s sad for him at least.” he looked at the taller man you nodded his head with a grin.

“Agree, absolutely agree! So I am just here and apologizing to you Misha, I will try harder next time to convince the writers to let me do that!” he said and Misha laughed himself.

“Well, glad to know you guys are taking well to that!” she laughed.

“Oh yeah, he’s a Winchester. He’ll be back, we don’t worry about that.” Jensen shook his head and Misha grinned.

“I love just how normal this sounds in the fandom to be honest!” she chuckled “Speaking of which: there has been a new addition to it, right?”

“Uh the Nephilim, right?” Jared spoke up with a smile “Yeah, I am sure this will be so much fun, we have already filmed a couple scenes and I’ve read some of the future scenes too and it’s all so much I honestly didn’t know they could take it this far! I really think he’s one of the most interesting characters we’ve ever had.”

“That’s amazing, try not to kill him to fast boys.” she chuckled an they laughed.

“Well, I’ll- I’ll try to hold Jared back since he wants to turn this into Friday the 13th all of a sudden!” Jensen said with a grin, pointing at his friend.

“Me or you? Dude, we need to avenge our friend’s death even if he is not directly responsible!” Jared shook hs head with a laugh.

“You said you’d like to kill me yourself just a second ago!” Misha exclaimed and Jared shrugged.

“That’s exactly what I mean. Took away the perfect opportunity!” he said so simply that it actually made everybody laugh.

“Glad to see you still love each other just as much as the first day, even after all these years.” she said with a giggle.

“Oh trust me!” Jensen piped in “I still want to off both of them just as much as the first day of meeting them!”

“Seriously?” Misha laughed at him as Jensen grinned “What am I supposed to say then you assholes?” he said in disbelief and Jensen shook his head, laughing wholeheartedly.

“Yes, yes we really are a family here as you can see!” Jared said with a big smile.

“That is great to see then.” she chuckled, flipping through her card for the next question “Other than this one addition to the show, one we’ve really been waiting for actually there was one that has been announced this summer and it really surprised everybody! I’m talking about a new ally that we may not know the actual name of but know is going to be one hell of an appearance since she’s portrayed by an amazing actress as (Y/n)!” she said with a grin and Misha and Jared smiled widely as the glanced at Jensen, whose head hang low.

“Oh there we go.” he mumbled and she raised an eyebrow.

“And that would mean?” she asked as she too a look at the snickering Jared and Misha.

“You know I actually thought I was going to avoid the embarrassment but nope, here comes possibly the worst moments of my life.” Jensen rested his chin on his palm and sighed, a little too dramatically.

“Why so?”

“You’ll see. Oh you’ll see.” Jensen mumbled, glancing at his friends from the corner of his eyes.

“Oh relax, we’re not gonna embarrass you… a lot.” Misha said with a shrug as Jensen scoffed.

“Well, let me explain everything cause you seem confused.” Jared got on a serious face and Jared just hid his face behind his hands at what was coming “Jensen is a fan of (Y/n)’s. Like not the normal kind, if there is that, no. Not the ‘Oh I love your movies, can I have an autograph?’ absolutely not. He’s more like- Do you remember Becky from the show?” he asked and she nodded her head.

“Yeah, yeah I do. That kind of fan?”

“No, no.” he shook his head “Worse! Actually much much worse!” he exclaimed and Misha snickered “He’s seen all of her movies at least ten times each, and his favorites- oh those I can’t even count. He knows the dialogs better than the actors that have actually been in them. And he’s seen every interview she’s ever had, like every one of them I am not kidding you! And- and Chuck forbid if she uploads a photo or video on any of her social media oh dear! The first like will always be his! Always I swear!”

“And he sure as hell won’t stop talking or at least thinking about it all day!” Misha spoke up, looking at Jensen who was shaking his head with a small whine leaving his lips “He hasn’t commented on any of them, not yet but oh Castiel help anyone that dares say they are her biggest fan! Nope, they don’t live to see the next day come!” he shook his head “Absolutely not! And let’s not get started when someone mentions her, he will pop in worse than Castiel himself! He almost gave one of the make up artists a heart attack!”

“So as you expect-” Jared wet on from then “When we found out that she had actually audition for a role in Supernatural, we did our best to avoid him at all costs!”

“Why that?”

“Because he was a mess of nerves and stuttering and awkwardness. Dean around a woman has nothing in common with what he was just at the mere thought she’d be on set with us! He’d ask questions about himself, and what she’d think and then thing of everything that could go wrong and all the ways he could embarrass himself in front of her!” Jared said with a chuckle as the only thing Jensen could do was mumble 'I hate you’s.

“Wow I really think that filming this season is going to be interesting then huh?”

“Oh I’m already sure we’ll have the best gag reel ever!” Misha said proudly and Jared nodded his head.

“We can’t wait for the teasing- er I mean shooting to begin!” he said and Misha snickered.

“I- I don’t really know why I hang out with these guys anymore.” Jensen huffed, shifting in his seat.

“Well, although Jared and Misha made it pretty clear I’d like to ask you Jensen if you have anything to say about (Y/n) being in Supernatural?”

“Well, uhm I’m sorry for a moment I was too caught up planning their deaths.” Jensen cleared his throat, blinking.

“Pff as if. He’s too caught up thinking about her. Cough – celebrity crush for life – cough some more.” Jared said with a smirk and Jensen only rolled his eyes.

“I’m gonna try to ignore the moose and uhm say that, honestly and all jokes aside I was really excited that we were going to have such an amazing actress on the show. It’s not every day an oscars’ winner wants to be part of this. I know she declined several movies to be able to be here with us, at least for this season and if that’s not honoring enough I don’t know what is.” he shrugged “I think- honestly, know she is going to do an amazing job in bringing this character to life and give her the depth and feelings she really needs and yeah maybe it’s the fan in me talking but I really think this is going to be my favorite season so far!”

“Alright, it’s great to hear that from you guys now.” she flipped through her cards, her eyebrows shot up once she read the question.

“Oh wow, alright- so I have a you could say question here that has been sent by the actual authors of the show to me. They told me they wanted the reactions captured on camera and I couldn’t understand then but now I really do understand.” she chuckled, catching their attention.

“They said they wanted to tell it to you when giving out the script for the next episode you have to film but found this as a great opportunity to let you, especially Jensen, know.” she looked at them.

“I’m… kinda scared now.” he mumbled.

“They’re killing you off dude!” Jared said with a snicker “Shame you won’t have a scene with your princess.” he said and only got a hit on the head from him.

“Uh actually quite the opposite.” she spoke up “To Jensen: How does it feel being told that (Y/n)’s character is going to be Dean’s most serious love interest along with everything that comes with that?

Interrogation (Jughead x Reader)

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You were sitting in your usual booth at Pop’s Diner, revising some maths equations while you waited for your routine chocolate milkshake to arrive. You usually did this, as you didn’t like studying at home. You preferred noisy surroundings, as it motivated you to keep focused. Whenever you were studying you never invited anyone to sit with you at the diner, not even Jughead, your best friend for four years; so you were surprised when he sat down across from you.

You looked up at him with a questioning look, Jughead usually only popped up randomly when he was interrogating people, “Hello,” you greeted him.

He didn’t reply, just watched as your long awaited milkshake was placed on the table by a nice waitress, and stole the cherry off the top.

“You’re lucky I don’t like cherries,” you said to him, knowing he already knew that, “Is there a reason to your sudden appearance during my study time?”

He finally spoke, “Something tells me you’ve been keeping information from me.”

You raised your eyebrow, while you took a sip from your milkshake.

He elaborated, less interrogative now, more caring, “You’ve been acting weird around me lately, and I haven’t stopped thinking about it.”

Although your heart skipped a beat in panic, you kept a straight face. You realised lately that you’ve actually grown feelings for the boy with the dark brown locks. You hadn’t realised but it has made you hyperaware of everything you did around him, careful not to be too flirtatious in case he picked up on it. You couldn’t bear the thought of ruining your friendship.

“Y/N?”  Jughead clicked his fingers in front of your face.

“Sorry, I just,” You tried to find an excuse, “I’ve been stressed about school, that’s all.”

He squinted at you in disbelief, “I know when you’re lying Y/N, why won’t you tell me what’s wrong? Have I done something?”

You took another sip of your milkshake, debating a reasonable answer, “It’s not that I won’t, it’s that I can’t. And no you haven’t done anything.”

“You know you can tell me anything, you’re my best friend,” Jughead told you.

You looked up at him and nodded, “I know, but not this.”

“Fine, I’ll leave it alone for now but I will get an answer, don’t you worry,” Jughead said and with that he got up and walked out of Pop’s, leaving you to your study and thoughts about the boy in the crown beanie.

You were lying in bed later that night, scrolling mindlessly through your phone, when you heard a knock at your window. You jumped when you saw a silhouette outside, but then looked a little closer to see the facial features of none other but Jughead. You put your phone down and walked over to the window to open it to let him in.

“Hey,” Jughead greeted you, climbing up the ladder he somehow found, into your bedroom.

You shook your head at his antics, a smile of amusement on your face, his weirdness will forever be surprising, “Hey.”

“Mind if I stay for a bit?” He asked.

“Sure,” you said, walking back over to your bed to lay down.

Jughead slipped off his shoes, walked over and laid down next to you. You both were just laying on your backs, staring up at the ceiling in a comfortable silence.

You spoke up, “Is there a reason you came to my house at 9pm at night?”

“You still haven’t told me what’s wrong,” He blatantly answered.

You sighed, “Right.”

He turned his head to look at you, “Please? Can you tell me what’s wrong? I feel like I’m not being a good friend by not knowing.”

You turned your head to him as well, staring into his eyes, those eyes you’ve grown to love, “I already told you, I can’t.”

He looked annoyed all of a sudden, “Whatever, don’t tell me then.”

You sat up, surprised by his annoyance, “Juggie, c’mon, I’m not keeping it from you to hurt you, I can’t tell you cause…” you sighed, “I-I just can’t, please don’t be mad.”

He sat up too, annoyance gone, replaced with a mischievous look, “Fine, I’m just gonna have to tickle it out of you.”

Your eyes widened in panic, you hated being tickled, you hated it, you were the most ticklish person ever, but before you could react, he’d already started on your sides.

“Jughead,” you laughed, “Please,” another laugh, “Stop!”

He didn’t oblige, you fell back, trying to get away but he stopped you by straddling your hips. He moved his hands up to your neck, tickling you feverishly and deviously, giving you no mercy.

“How,” laugh, “am I supposed,” laugh, “tell you,” laugh, “when you’re,” laugh, “doing this!” You choked out.

He stopped, hands placed softly on either side of your neck and somehow his face had gotten closer to yours.  He looked at you expectantly, waiting for the answer he so dearly wanted. Out of habit your eyes flickered to his lips, and when you looked back up there was a look of realisation on his face. Panic filled you, realising how obvious you had just been, but you thoughts were silenced when you felt a pair of lips on your own.

Jugheads lips.

Jughead was kissing you.

Your eyes fluttered shut, melting into the kiss. It was everything you had imagined and more. After a few moments, he pulled away. You opened your eyes to a smiling Jughead, and you smiled back.

Then he kissed you once more.

One Thing Missing- Peter Parker One Shot

Pairing: Peter Parker X Reader

Prompt: Peter forgets about your birthday. (Based on The Moment I Knew by Taylor Swift)

Word Count: 1600

A/N: SPIDER-MAN: HOMECOMING SPOILER FREE!!! (And this is unedited)

~~~

“Morning, Y/N.” Ned greeted you as you arrived at your locker before school. Being locker neighbors with your close friend kept communication during passing periods a lot easier.

“Hey, Ned.” You smiled, opening your locker up to exchange your books.

“Did you do the Spanish homework? I couldn’t figure out #12.” Ned asked.

“Yeah, that one was tricky. I’ll help you with it at lunch.” You stated.

“You’re a lifesaver, Y/N.” He said, making you laugh. He looked farther down the hall behind, “Oh, looks like someone woke up extra early.” You turned to see where his eyes had landed. Peter was making his way down the crowded hallway with a small, but bright bouquet of flowers in his hand.

“Good morning, Y/N, Ned.” Peter said, arriving in front of the two of you.

“Who are the flowers for?” Ned asked in a teasing tone and Peter looked over at you.

“They’re for you, Y/N. Um, for your birthday.” He stated, holding them out to you.

“Thank you, Peter. They’re beautiful.” You smiled, taking them from him before sniffing them delicately.

“Well, uh, May suggested them, but yeah, uh, you’re welcome.” He laughed awkwardly and then coughed to clear his throat, “Happy early birthday.”

“Thank you. You’ll still be able to make it tomorrow, right? The Stark internship hasn’t commandeered your Saturday night?” You asked, worried your best friend and crush was going to leave you on your special day and make up for it with early flowers.

“I’ll be there. I wouldn’t miss it for the world, Y/N. The flowers are just an early gift.” Peter said, making you smile in relief. The bell rang and you turned around to shut your locker.

“Well, we better get to class.” Ned said, raising his eyebrows at Peter, to which Peter just brushed them off.

“Class, right.” Peter mumbled.

~~~

The next day, you were waiting with your eye on the door. You heard three quick knocks on the door and you immediately stood up. You smoothed out your party dress and checked your red lipstick in the mirror, before answering the door. You opened it to find Ned smiling back at you.

“Happy birthday, Y/N.” Ned grinned, handing you a wrapped gift.

“Thank you, Ned.” You smiled, hugging him. You stepped back, allowing him to walk inside.

“Am I the first one?” He asked. You nodded as you closed your front door and set the gift on a nearby table.

“Yeah. You’re here early too.” You laughed. He looked down at his watch and shook his head.

“Only by a minute. I would call that perfect timing.” Ned adjusted his party hat as another knock came from the door. You quickly went to grab it.

“Happy birthday!” Liz smiled, holding up a gift bag.

“Thank you, Liz.” You beamed, moving to the side to let her in. As more guests arrived, you kept your eye on the door, just waiting for Peter to walk in.

“Y/N!” Liz’s voice made you snap out of your thoughts.

“Yes?” You asked.

“How have you been? I didn’t see you at all yesterday.” You gave her a half-hearted reply, mumbling that you’ve been fine. You felt too empty to talk to her right now. You combed back through your memory, remembering exactly how Peter said he’d be here tonight and that he wouldn’t miss it.

~~~

As the hours passed by, everyone merged into the living room, laughing at the current conversation. You looked around the room and you found one thing missing: Peter. You just wanted to be alone. Silently, you slipped out of the room and into the hall.

“Y/N?” You heard Ned’s voice ask from behind you, “Is something wrong?”

“No, I-” Your voice cracked, betraying you. You cleared your throat and tried again, “I’m fine, Ned. Just go back to the party.” You said before hurrying off to the bathroom. You closed the door and rested your back against it. You tried not to fall apart as the sinking feeling started.

“He said he’d be here.” You tell yourself hopelessly. You looked back at yourself in the mirror and let out a dry laugh. Here you were in a party dress in red lipstick with no one to impress. There was a knock from the other side of the door and you inhaled a shaky breath.

“Yes?” You answered.

“Y/N, please let me in.” Ned said quietly. You sighed as the tears began to grow in your eyes. You unlocked the door and slowly opened it.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” He mumbled, holding out his arms to hug you. You let out a sob as you welcomed his embrace. You cried onto Ned’s shoulder, Peter’s promise echoing in your mind like a broken record. “It’s okay, Y/N. You’ve still got us.” Ned whispered in your ear. You pulled back and wiped your eyes as best you could without completely screwing up your makeup. Looking over Ned’s shoulders, you could see your guests standing at the end of the hall, watching you with sasd eyes. You were speechless- after all, what do you say when tears are streaming down your face in front of everyone you know?

“Cake time!” Ned announced, in attempt to draw the attention off your scene. Your guests shuffled off to the kitchen and Ned gave you a pitiful look. You struggled to smile for him. You followed him down the hall to your kitchen, where your cake was already out and ready.

“All right, let’s sing. One, two, three,” Ned lead everyone in singing ‘Happy Birthday to you’. At the end of the song, you looked back at the door one last time. Still no Peter. You turned back to the cake and you closed your eyes.

“I wish Peter was here.” You thought to yourself as you blew out the candles. Everyone cheered and Ned took the candles out of the cake. As he cut into it to serve your guests, you glanced at the door. Your heart had hit rock bottom- Peter wasn’t there, Peter had forgotten your birthday.

~~~

“May, I’m home.” Peter said, walking into their apartment. He shut the door and placed his keys in his pocket.

“Hey, how was it?” May greeted with a smile from her seat in the living room.

“It was good.” Peter replied with a nod, “I’m just super tired, so I’m going to head to bed.”

“Tired, huh?” She asked with slight smirk, standing up from the couch.

“Yeah,” He answered, confused.

“Okay, well. Good night, Peter, but I want to hear all about it in the morning.” She said, kissing the top of his head gently. Peter cluelessly nodded before heading to his bedroom. He closed the door and took off his shoes.

“I thought I lost you.” Peter laughed lightly to himself, looking at his cellphone that was resting on his desk beside him. He picked it up and saw five missed calls from Ned and several texts from him. Worried, Peter quickly read through the texts:

‘Peter, where are you?’ ‘Really? Spider-Man right now? Not cool, dude.’ ‘You’re in deep trouble now.’ ‘Y/N was CRYING because you ditched her on her BIRTHDAY. C’mon, Peter!’

“Y/N!” Peter exclaimed, nearly dropping his phone. He had gotten so distracted fighting crime all day that he didn’t even realize what today actually was. He missed the birthday of his best friend, of the most important person in his life, of the girl he absolutely loved; he missed your birthday. Running to his closet, Peter found the gift he had gotten you. He removed his Spider-Man suit from his backpack and replaced it with your gift. He carefully climbed out of his window and made his way through Queens to your house. He could see your silhouette as you sat at your vanity. Peter got onto the fire escape and tapped on your window. Confused, you stood up and moved your blinds. Seeing Peter, you scoffed. You slowly opened your window as you wiped your tears off of your face.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry.” Peter said, crawling through your window to stand in your room.

“I’m sorry too, Peter.” You replied, making him look at you in confusion. You let out a restrained laugh, “Yeah, I-I am sorry. I just can’t do this anymore. It was one thing having you bail out on me when it was just us studying together, but it’s another thing to completely leave me on my birthday. No text, no call, nothing. Just a party spent with me waiting for you. Do you know what it’s like getting all dressed up, but being met with no one to impress? What was I supposed to do when the one who means the most to me is the one who didn’t show? You were the one thing missing, Peter.“

“You got dressed up for me?” Peter asked in disbelief and you shamefully nodded, “You don’t have to dress up to impress me, Y/N. I love you the way you are. Even now in jeans and a t-shirt with no makeup on and tears in your eyes, you’re beautiful. I could never ask for more. I love you and everything you are.”

“You love me?” You said in barely above a whisper.

“Very much so.” He nodded, “I truly am sorry for forgetting your birthday, not coming to your party, making you wait-” Peter was cut off by you placing your lips over his. After a moment, you pulled back to find him in shock.

“I love you too, Peter- very much so.” You giggled, kissing him again.

Concept: Mickey and Emil have been friends basically since they both began skating. They’re really close, and when I say close I mean HELLA. Sleepovers, friendship bracelet exchange when they were 12 (Emil still wears his outside of skating, and while Mickey will never admit it he still keeps his in his wallet of all places), the whole deal. Sara is also part of their friend group, but she’s definitely not as close to Emil as Mickey is.

And then puberty hits and Mickey suddenly becomes very aware of Emil and his closeness to Sara. In reality, nothing’s really changed, but he’s begun to get a weird tight feeling in his chest whenever he sees Emil smiling and laughing with Sara. He begins to be a lot more protective over Sara because that’s what it’s gotta be, right? Sara is getting prettier each year, and as her big brother he has a responsibility to keep men from taking advantage of her. Even if it’s Emil, who he’s known for years. Anyways, there’s nothing else this feeling can be, right? Right. Nothing more than protectiveness.

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The Roommate Part 1 (Harry Styles Series)

Summary: Y/N is one of Harry’s friend’s roommates, Harry and her become friends and Harry falls for her.

Requested: yes

Warnings: no

A/N: Thank you to @iyanu-eniyan​ who requested this! I’m so sorry this took too long to post! (AH this gif is from in the old curly hair Harry days, my emotions)

Originally posted by stockholmhrry

The Roommate Part 1 (Harry Styles Series)

“So, the kitchen is here, the bathroom’s here, and your bedroom’s here.”  Your new roommate Noah says showing you around your new home.

“Thank you.”  You say carrying your bags into your bedroom. “Thank you for letting me stay here for the semester. I did not want to live in a dorm again. I did that for four years already.”  You say laughing.

“Yeah, I didn’t want to live on campus, during graduate school. Also, now that you are in medical school, you are going to want to be focused.”  Noah advises.

“Yup, that’s exactly why I’m here. Thank you again.” You say smiling.

“Now, that I’ve talked your ear off enough, I’ll let you unpack.” He says walking out of your room.

But before you could even open up your suitcase, Noah knocks on your door, which makes you laugh as he apologizes say, “I know that I said I was going to leave, but I just wanted to tell you that a few friends of mine will be coming over tonight. If we get too loud, just tell me, and we can go out somewhere.”

“Thank you for telling me, but I’m sure you guys will be fine. I mean, I grew up in New York City, if your noise bothers me, then you guys are really loud.” You joke.

“Okay, now I will leave you alone.” Noah says, closing the door behind him.

You shake your head, and laugh lightly to yourself at your new roommate dorkiness. After about a half an hour of unpacking, you lay down on your bed and just take a deep breath out, grab your phone and call your friend.

“Hey babe.” She says immediately when she answers, “How’s the new apartment?”

“It’s awesome, Noah is an absolute sweetheart also. I think you two would be good together.” You say wiggling your eyebrows, even though she can’t see you.

“Well, I’d love to come visit, but you are never not studying. But, wait, that would actually work, you can study and I’ll be with your roommate.” She says laughing, obviously joking around.

“I miss you though. It’s going to be weird coming home and you’re not here. Who am I supposed to come and rant to about how awful a date was that night?” You ask.

“You can call me. But, hey! You have a male roommate now, so he must have some friends and at least one of them has to be hot and nice.”

“We’ll see. His friends are coming over tonight.” You say.

“You better take a peak and not stay in your room then.”  She advises.

“I will, I will.”

“Okay, now you get your cute butt up and fix your hair and makeup cute and get yourself out there when his friend come over okay? And tell me how it goes.” She says.

“I will, I will.” You repeat, “Love you babe, and talk to you soon.”

“Love you too, and you know it.”

After you and your friend hang up, you slip under the covers and grab your book and begin to read. After about fifteen minutes, you hear the front door of the apartment open and guys come through and the close. You think about getting up, but you are so comfortable that you don’t want to leave your bed. You then close your eyes for only a few minutes, but then fall asleep. You didn’t you fell asleep until you jumped when you heard your door bang open.

“Oh my God I’m so sorry.” A tall brunette boy apologizes. “I did not mean to, uh, I thought this was the bathroom, but it’s obviously not. Also, I’m a little drunk, I’m sorry. Uh, I’ll leave you alone, have a good night.” He says awkwardly closing the door.

You are so tired that you’re not even mad and lay back down on your bed and fall right back to sleep. The next morning, you wake up feeling refreshed, which is comforting to you as this is your new home and you slept well the first night. When you walk out into the kitchen, you see the boy who accidently walked into your room last night. He looks up and sees you and smiles shyly says,

“About last night, sorry again. I was drunk and couldn’t find the bathroom.”

“No, no, no, it’s fine. I’m new here, and I’m pretty sure sober I wouldn’t be able to find the bathroom.” You joke.

“Ah, yes, you’re the new roommate! Noah has told us about you, Y/N right?” He asks.

“Yup, that’s me.” You smile, walking over the fridge to grab milk for your cereal.

“I’m Harry.” He introduces himself, putting his hand out for you to shake.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Harry.” You smile, shaking his hand looking him in the eyes. Without even thinking you blurt out, “You have really green eyes.”
After you say that, you face turns pink in embarrassment, and you ramble, “Oh my God, I don’t even know why I said that. I’m sorry.”

Harry chuckles at your embarrassment, and says, “It’s fine, I get that a lot about my eyes. Wait, I didn’t mean that in a cocky way, I mean, never mind.” Harry rambles looking down at the coffee he’s drinking.

“Well I see you two have finally met each other.” Noah says walking into kitchen.

“Or should I say, Harry you have finally met Y/N sober, and when you are not scaring her to death by barging into her room at 2am.” Noah jokes nudging into Harry.

“Again, I’m really sorry.” Harry says.

“Don’t worry about it, honestly.” You say, taking a bite of your cereal.

“Uh, so I’m going to head out. Thanks for the drinks last night, Noah, and letting me stay over.” Harry says getting up.

“Hey no problem man, see you tonight.” Noah says.

“Yeah tonight.” Harry says looking over at you. “I’m having a party at my place, and you’re more than welcome to come.”

You’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want to go, or that you didn’t find Harry cute, but you say, “I still have a lot to do moving in here, if I’m free I’ll stop by.”

You see a flash of disappointment go across Harry’s face, which he tries to hide, but you saw it and it causes you to say, “Actually, I should be able to, I don’t have a lot of work left to do here.”

Harry smiles and you see a bit of excitement in his face that he quickly tries to hide, “Well, if you’re free, I’d love to have you over.” Harry says.
Noah clears his throat jokingly, which causes Harry to say, “And you too Noah. I guess.” Harry jokes.

“Alright, well hopefully I’ll see you both tonight.” Harry saying walking out, not taking his eyes off you, but you just smile at him and go back to eating your cereal.

“You should go to the party. I can help you today with moving in, and tomorrow. It will help you meet new people. Especially Harry, he’s a really good guy. My advice to you with medical school, study but also live.” Noah advice walking into his room.

You think about what Noah says, and finish up your cereal, rinse off the bowl and spoon and put it into the dish washer. You back to your room, and pull out your favorite outfit, it’s the outfit that makes you feel the most beautiful, the most confident. You lay it out on your bed and send a picture to your friend without saying anything. She texts back immediately saying, “Tonight’s going to be a good night.”

You smile and chuckle lightly at the emojis that she puts after that, and you say to yourself,

“Tonight’s going to be a good night.”


Part 2

Masterlist

A/N: This is going to be a series!!! I’m super excited!! I don’t know how long it’s going to be, let’s just see what happens. Thank you again to @iyanu-eniyan for the idea! Also good luck on your exams, you’re going to kill it!! Thank you to everyone that has followed me or read my stories, or anything, it means a lot. I hope you all have a wonderful weekend, and Happy Father’s Day to your families!!

You Don’t Know Me

Request: I can’t really think about an actual story plot but maybe yoongi getting you pregnant and he chickens out… Aw This is such a bad description but since you’re an amazing writer ypu can pull it off better ☺💖 thank you!

Originally posted by nvmyg

Pairing: Yoongi + Reader

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1.841

Warnings: swearing

A/N: you’re so sweet omg and of course it’s a good description! I hope I made it similar to the way you wanted it to be


Kneeling on the cold bathroom floor, your bare legs had goosebumps spread all over your skin, acknowledging the icy tiles. Hair hold back by one of your hands while the other one stabilized your weak body, your forehead collapsed against the toilet stool. Hasty breaths left your slightly open mouth while cold sweat pearled down your face and back. 

What is happening to me?

You took a deep breath before sitting up straight enough to not feel like an old grandmother having back problems. Grabbing some pieces of toilet paper, you wiped over your mouth before throwing it into the toilet and flushing it down to God knows where. 

Closing the toilet seat, you slowly stood up, turning your body towards the sink, opening the faucet. For a few seconds you let the water run so it could turn completely cold before holding both of your hands underneath it, splashing the icy water into your face. Reflexively, your lungs screamed for air as the cold water hit your face but you just ignored it.

It’s just cold water, calm down.

Grabbing your toothbrush, you brushed your teeth quickly, examining yourself in the mirror in front of you above the sink. Your eyes were encircled by dark bags, skin white as the snow that had already melted away weeks ago. Your hair had lost its healthy shine and just hung there loosely, like overcooked spaghetti noodles.  

Sighing deeply, you finished up your cleaning up and walked back into your bedroom, grabbing for your phone. You had to check the calendar before making any overly fast assumptions about your symptoms.

Opening the calendar app, you scrolled back to the last month.

Date of last period: February 16th

Current date: April 17th

Two months since your last period. Two months since mother nature forgot to visit you and make your life horrible. Oh how you wished, Satan had nested in your uterus in those last two months instead of sitting there in that exact moment, wondering how the hell you got into this situation.

“Two fucking months….”, you mumbled to yourself. “I need to get a test.”

With those words being said, you grabbed your keys and coat, storming out of your tiny apartment, down the street to the pharmacy. Strangers pushed their bodies into yours while trying to pass you but you didn’t notice. All you could think of was if you were ready to get some answers. You needed to know why you were feeling so miserable since weeks but at the same time you were scared. Scared that your assumptions would be true and you’d have to tell Yoongi. Scared that he’d flip and leave you alone. So many things could happen and you weren’t ready to figure out what else could ruin your life. But you had to. 

Pushing the door open, the smell of disinfectant hit your nose, making you scrunch it in disgust. You never liked the smell of disinfectant. It reminded you of hospitals and that again reminded you of death. Not the nicest connection one could think of. That’s why you tried to stay away from that smell. 

Walking up to the pharmacist who looked like she was about to fall asleep any second, you silently prayed that she wouldn’t ask any further questions like aren’t you a little too young to ask for a pregnancy test? where’s the father? do you know who the father is? you should have been more careful, young lady. You really didn’t need that crap right now.

“Excuse me”, you politely asked the woman. “C-can I have one of those pregnancy tests?”, you signaled at the white sticks behind the lady as she turned around to see where you were pointing at. They were the cheapest ones you could see and the only ones you could afford as a college student.

The pharmacist smiled at you and leaned a little closer to you. “Of course, but I wouldn’t recommend those - they’re usually wrong or don’t work at all.”

Then why are you selling them at all? “Oh.. well I guess it’ll have to do, those are the only ones I can afford right now”, you faked a laugh as she handed you the test and you gave her the money. Her expression was pitiful but not judging. More like a mother feeling sad for a child.

“Is there a bathroom around here? I don’t think I can wait until I’m back home”, you mumbled and the lady showed you the way to go.


After finishing your business, you waited in the cabin for the 10 minutes you were supposed to wait, anxiously biting down on your lip.

What if it’s positive? What am I supposed to do? I can’t take care of a baby yet. I can barely take care of myself!

As the 10 minutes went by, you decided that you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t look down at the result by yourself. You needed someone to do it for you. So you walked out of the bathroom back to the pharmacist, who was looking at you questioningly.

“Would you mind- would you mind, telling me what is says?”, you asked hesitantly. “I can’t bring it over myself to do it.”

She smiled at you and nodded. “Sure, turn it around sweetheart, so I can see the bars.”

You turned the stick to her and bit down on your lip hard. Your heart rate increased and nervous sweat started to spread out all over your body. 

The lady took a look and then she seemed to struggle with a fitting facial expression. “I don’t know if you’re going to be happy about this new or not, but it’s positive”, she decided to smile at you warmly as your stomach dropped.

“Positive?”, you whispered, looking down on it yourself. There it was. A pink cross. Or plus. Or whatever you want to call it. 

“I- it can’t-”, you stuttered as your eyes filled with tears. You didn’t even care to wipe them away at that point.

“Oh no dear, don’t cry”, the pharmacist said. She turned around and grabbed another package, a fancier looking one and discreetly slid it over the table. “Shh don’t tell anyone but here - take this one. These are about 89% of the time right unlike the one you just took. Take it with you and do the test when you’re calmed down, okay?”

You looked up at her and shook your head under tears. “B-but I can’t afford that one.”

The lady smiled at you again and pushed it closer to you. “It’s fine. It’s on the house”, she winked and giggled, making you smile at her thankfully.

“No go, rest and take the test”, you nodded at her words, mouthed a quick ‘thank you’ before rushing back to your apartment. 

Maybe you still had a chance.


“What do you mean ‘you’re pregnant’? We always used protection (Y/N)!”, Yoongi screamed in disbelief, brushing his hands through his hair in frustration. “You can’t be pregnant. It’s impossible.”

You rolled your eyes at him and laughed bitterly. “As long as your not sterile and I’m not infertile, I can always get pregnant Yoongi. Condoms can rip and the pill doesn’t work 100%.”

“Fuck!”, he yelled, throwing his phone against the sofa, making you flinch. You had expected him to react pissed or at least not really happy but you never thought, he’d flip like he did.

“Yoongi…”, you approached him, trying to calm him down, needing him to calm down to be calm yourself and not have a complete breakdown.

“Don’t touch me (Y/N)”, he growled.

“But-”

“No ‘buts’! This ruins everything, you realize that right? Everything I worked for so hard these last couple of years. Everything I ever wanted, all ruined because of this fucking mistake”, his voice was as cold as ice as his eyes stared at you, burning not only your body to pieces but your soul as well.

“Yoongi, yes it’s very inconvenient, you can call it a mistake even. But we’re in this together, we can’t change it. But we can go through this together”, you whispered through tears, trying to approach him again. You needed his support more than ever but all he seemed to do was to push you further away.

“It’s not only this pregnancy that is a mistake. This whole relationship was a mistake. I should have never started dating you, then it would have never gotten this far. I would have stayed focused on my work and only my work, not even having the slightest possibility for this to happen. Now what? The fans don’t even know about you! But all of sudden I have a girlfriend and a baby? They’d force me to marry you because we live in fucking Korea and you don’t just get kids without being married yet. My whole life would be ruined!”, by now he was screaming, fuming, running around the house uncontrollably, grabbing things here and there.

His words hit you worse than any weapon could as the meaning behind it sunk in. He thought you were the mistake. You were ruining everything. Everything that was important to him. He hated you in that moment, you felt it. 

You sunk to the floor, sobs escaping your lips as tears streamed down your face and your lungs were searching for air. Hysterical sobs left your mouth as your hands covered your face and your body curled up into a tiny frame.

“Yoongi please!”, you screamed out, lifting your head for a second, only hearing him going through your wardrobe in your bedroom. “I can’t do this without you! I’m a broke college student, I’m alone here, I don’t have anybody else but you!”

His figure appeared back in the door frame to the living room, a packed bag slung over his shoulder. “You should have thought about that before starting a relationship with me.”

Hastily you stood up as his body walked past you, towards your front door. Your fingers enclosed his arm, pulling on it, so he would stop. When he did and turned around, you saw the hurt and guilt in his eyes for a second before his gaze turned back to ice. You knew he cared. He cared but he was also impulsive and his impulse told him that his career was more important. 

“Yoongi, you don’t want that. You love me. You can’t just leave me like this, you’re more than this awful egoistic asshole”, you brokingly sobbed, still holding onto his arm, eyes begging him to stay.

He shook his head, ripping his arm free from your grip. “I guess you don’t know me that well after all then.”

With that, he pushed you off him, slamming the door shut without giving you one last glance, as you glanced after his figure in disbelief, a deadly pain spreading across your chest and stomach, making you gasp for air as more tears covered your face, leaving physical marks of the pain your were feeling.

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Dating a God (one-shot?)

Diana Prince/Female reader

A/N: This is shorter than I had hoped, but I think it’s cute (maybe I’m bias?) anyways I am in love with Diana Prince and believe that no man will be good enough for her. I’m going to tag my usual tag list and then also everyone who responded to the post I made a few days ago, if there’s a strike though your username it’s because the tag didn’t work. (if it didn’t work because I spelt it wrong I’m very sorry, tag lists are very difficult)

Originally posted by banshy

After the war, life went back to normal. Or at least the normal that I remember. I was told that I should be focusing on finding a husband and not working. But my family died during the war, so not working wasn’t an option. Not to mention the fact that having a husband is not something I’m interested in. I was eventually fired from working in the factory, forced to give my job to returning soldiers. I started working as a secretary, the British government moved me to people who needed help and I was eventually assigned to work for a British spy. I was trained by Etta Candy and she introduced me to Diana Prince.

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DannyMay Day Thirty: Identification / Foreign

…He saw it. He couldn’t believe it. After all the late night theories, spying and sneaking around he finally witnessed it. He’s gonna confront him about it and finally get his revenge.

Wes Weston knows

I was on the prowl. Every single one of my senses was on high alert. Fenton couldn’t hide from me forever. I had always suspected that there was something ghostly going on with that weirdo. Nobody else would notice, wright it off as Fenton being his freaky self. But I saw it for what it really was.

“FENTON!”

“Weston…?”

He gives me a confused look. Instantly I could tell he put his guard up. Smart move. I’m about to have him begging for mercy. I caught him alone, no Manson or Foley to come to his rescue. And even luckier still, the halls were deserted. This was going to be delicious. I get right up in his face and back him into a corner so he has nowhere to run.

“I know that you’re Danny Phantom. I saw you transform to fight that wishing ghost at the fair. You can’t deny it. I caught you.”

He’s starting to sweat. Good. He tries to deny it, tells me I must have had too much coffee. I know what I saw. Before I can press him further, he’s as slippery as a weasel, he made it to the end of the hall. The hunt is on.

The whole week I’ve been following Fenton everywhere he goes. I’m going to catch him in the act and finally expose him to everyone. Then they’ll take me seriously. They’ll stop brushing me off and listen to me. The poor freak avoids me like the plague. I’m gonna enjoy this.

After two weeks of popping up in random places and scaring him to full death my time has come. I climb up onto a lunch table and whistle for everyone’s attention. I can see Fenton looking ready to pass out. I can’t help the grin that splits my face. Chuckling a bit I begin the greatest speech of my life.

“People of Casper High. After weeks of research I can tell you with certainty that I know Danny Phantom’s secret identity! He just so happens to go to this school”

The murmuring begins and I can tell Sanchez is fangirling along with her satellites, if the screeching is any indication. Fenton is on the verge of hyperventilating. Revenge is too sweet.

“Danny Phantom’s secret identity is…Danny Fenton!”

They are stunned into silence. I bask in this glorious moment. Fenton looks dead for real now. This it too good, I stare right at him, grinning like a maniac. Manson and Foley look ready to kill me but I don’t care. They’re too preoccupied with protecting Fenton. Wait. Is that LAUGHING!? What? Whose…

“Jeez, I always thought Weston was a little weird but this is just fucking crazy!”

What! No, this isn’t how it was supposed to go! They’re all laughing at me. No…what…they’re leaving! Looking over at Fenton was the worst mistake I could have made. The shit eating grin is enough to make me want to punch his teeth out. I can feel my blood boiling. I know my face is cherry red from how angry I am. I’m so furious My jaw hurts from clenching it so hard. This is so humiliating! I bolt after him.

Everyone’s gone to class and it’s just me and him in the deserted hall. I grab him by the shirt so hard I think I heard it rip.

“Fenton…y-you…YOU!”

He slowly gives me that infuriating grin and the bastard even has the balls to make his eyes glow NEON FUCKING GREEN!

“What’s the matter Wes? You look like you’ve seen a ghost

“…You little shit”

I can already tell the rest of the year is gonna royally SUCK ASS

“Cruel Intentions” Meme
  • “He told me he loved me…and I believed him.”
  • “Would you cut your psycho-babble bullshit?”
  • “You are a slut.”
  • “I’m the only person you can’t have, and it kills you.”
  • “I’ve heard all about you.”
  • “We’re friends, right?”
  • “Do you wanna have a sleepover?”
  • “It’s amazing how someone as charming as you can be so manipulative.”
  • “The best you can hope for is my friendship, and you’re walking a thin line at that.”
  • “This could ruin my whole career.”
  • “God forbid I exude confidence and enjoy sex.”
  • “You take yourself too seriously.”
  • “It’s okay, you can laugh. I promise I won’t tell anybody.”
  • “Am I supposed to feel this sore?”
  • “This is what I like to call ‘quiet time.’”
  • “I can’t keep my feelings all bottled up for you.”
  • “Can you honestly tell me that you don’t have any feelings for me?”
  • “I don’t trust myself with you.”
  • “I can’t take your games anymore.”
  • “You spend all your time waiting for love, and here it is! Right in front of you. And you’re turning your back on it.”
  • “I thought I was in love with you, but it was just a lie.”
  • “I just wanted to see what you were like in bed.”
  • “There’s someone else that I love. You don’t even compare to him/her.”
  • “You’re just a toy - a little toy that I like to play with.”
  • “Unfortunately, I don’t fuck losers.”
  • “Being with you was the only time I have ever been happy.”
  • “I am a wreck without you.”
Just Say It

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 3k

Summary: You and Yoongi are stuck babysitting 

Originally posted by butterflyguk

A shrill scream erupted in the small apartment. Jarring and incredibly harsh, the noise pierced my ear drum and drew me away from the manuscript I was editing to find my boyfriend’s dog jetting down the hall to avoid the grabby hands of the two-year-old that was hot on his tail. She screamed happily again, two lop-sided pig tails bouncing along with her as she turned the corner into my bedroom.

“Sol! Leave Holly alone!” I ordered throwing myself out of the chair to chase after the reckless child.

In the bedroom, I found the girl struggling to crawl under the bed, her little legs kicking behind her pathetically. I reached for her and pulled her out, another scream emerging until I had her in my arms. She struggled trying to make me drop her, but I wrapped her tightly in my grip until she stopped wiggling.

“I want to play with the doggy!” she whined.

“Not under the bed,” I replied.

I carried her out of the room leaving poor Holly to cower under the bed where he often disappeared to when Sol was around. He had been more courageous early in the day because she was sick and hardly moving, but when afternoon came the poor thing had to run for his life. I only hoped he’d stay down there until his dad came home, then maybe I’d be able to get some work done.

“You’re mean to me!” she grumbled when I plopped her down on the couch where she had spent most of her morning.

Toys laid in messy heaps around her, her blanket a crumpled mess in the farthest corner. I had given her my tablet to watch cartoons on when she had woken from a fitful nap, but she had seemed to have grown bored with them. Now I scooped the tablet up and extended it to her, a mindless game set and ready for her to play. She squealed seemingly forgetting that I was the worst person in existence as she took it. I only chuckled at her change in attitude and went back to work.

She had arrived at seven in the morning nestled in her father’s arms with a low fever, a runny nose, and a painful cough. Her dad, one of my boyfriend’s closest friends and an only father, had begged me to watch her for the day while he was at work and even though I reassured him that she would be fine, I felt the same anxious worry when she slept through the morning with only small coughs to interrupt the silence.  She was strong, though, and by noon was feeling well enough to chase poor Holly around the apartment. Even though it made it harder to work, I was so grateful to see her bounding around with energy.

“Holly’s not gonna like you anymore if you keep chasing him like that,” I teased, eyeing her over my shoulder for just a moment.

Sol’s bright eyes looked at me fleetingly; her little fingers tapping tapping tapping the screen of the tablet as violently as she could, as if hurting it would hurt me. I chuckled a little, watching her face scrunch up at the sound and couldn’t help how much she reminded me of her father.

Like Hoseok, little Sol was a bright bundle of sunshine that made anyone smile just by looking at her. She laughed at almost everything and never let anyone bring her down. She had an attitude though, and an air of charisma that was hard to miss. She was the carbon copy of her father and for that I was happy. The world always needed more Hoseoks.

I decided to leave her be and returned to my work trying to remember what I was doing before Holly’s misadventure. The manuscript I was reading was a medical drama that was filled with chaos, petty fighting, and a smidge of medical terminology to remind the reader that the characters were, in fact, trained surgeons. Reading and re-reading three pages gave me no indicator of where I was and I knew I was about to lose the fragile quiet in the apartment when I heard the lock turning on the front door, aware that Sol’s favorite uncle was about to enter the room.

“Uncle Yoongi!” she screamed happily and I turned just in time to see her scramble off the couch, her tiny legs struggling to reach the floor.

Yoongi stepped into the apartment with a bright smile directed at the little girl scampering towards him as he slipped out of his shoes. He threw his arms out and crouched down just in time to catch her, her own little arms wrapping tightly around his neck as she squealed again. Yoongi’s gummy smile appeared front and center on that gorgeous face of his. He was happiest when he could come home after a long day and see his favorite niece, especially when he got to hold her in his arms.

“Who let this little mouse into the apartment?” He said in a childish tone that entertained Sol to no end.

“Uncle Yoongi I’m not a mouse!” Sol screeched.

Yoongi laughed at the little girl in his arms and scrunched up his face. “A bunny then?”

“No! That’s Uncle Kookie!” she whined. “I’m Sol!”

“Sol?” he squinted in confusion. “What’s Sol doing here? This isn’t her house!”

“My daddy brought me because I was sick.” She gave a small sniffle for effect.

The attempt made Yoongi laugh. “You don’t look sick!”

“I am! I’ve been very sick!” She declared then graced me with her stare as she demanded: “Tell him!”

“Hey,” Yoongi tapped her head with his nose, “Is that any way to speak to someone older than you?”

Sol wasn’t looking at me but I knew the pout she gave Yoongi at the scolding. I pushed myself out of my chair and approached the two, trying to keep my calm when all I wanted was to be in his arms, too. “She’s mad because I didn’t let her chase Holly under the bed.”

Yoongi mimicked Sol’s pout. “Were you being mean to Holly again?”

“I just wanted to play!” she defended.

“Play? You’re supposed to be sick!”

“I am I am I am!”

“Why don’t you look sick then?”

Her eyes twinkled. “Because you’re here, Uncle Yoongi!”

“Am I the perfect medicine then?” Sol and I both made a similar face of disgust and Sol shook her head at Yoongi’s affectionate gummy smile. He looked between the both of us as if waiting for us to get the joke, before finally scrunching up his face too. “You’re right, that was corny.”  

I laughed. “You sounded like Jin.”

Sol frowned. “You sounded like dad.”

“Last time I try to be funny,” he pouted shuffling his way towards the toy-strewn couch.

I watched him carry the small girl and hid my smirk as he complained about all the toys and seriously, Sol, why is this one doll nearly headless? The light giggle that came from her warmed my heart. The tug at Yoongi’s lips showed that it warmed his, too. He cleared a space for both and plopped down, a pleased sigh leaving his lips as his tired body sank into the cushions.

“Hoseok didn’t leave with you?” I asked making my way back to my chair.

“He was staying at the studio for a while longer,” Yoongi replied distractedly paying attention to another toy Sol had picked up to show him. “Should be here in another hour or two.”

I smiled. “Lot of work?”

Yoongi eyed me. “Not as much as you.”

“Someone’s been keeping me busy.”

He looked between me and Sol for a minute before he scooped the girl into his arms and nestled his nose into her hair. She laughed and screamed, two things she seemed to always be doing, before Yoongi pulled away.

“Sol, why don’t we watch a movie?” he asked the small girl then looked up to me with a hint of a smile. “Let’s send the meanie into the room so we aren’t bothered, ok?”

Sol happily agreed and so did I, thankful for Yoongi and his ability to distract her with colorful things.

I gathered my stuff and carried them off into the room where Holly had found himself nestled in the pillows just far enough from the door to make a quick get-away. He relaxed more comfortably when I closed the door behind me and sat next to him, his tiny body snuggling up right next to mine. I could hear Yoongi and Sol deciding what to watch from the other room.

It was adorable how quickly Yoongi softened for her. Ever since the day she was born, he had been enamored with her, often refusing to return her to her rightful father until Hoseok threatened to take away his Sol privileges. He was just as protective, too, and just as anxious and nervous when she was sick. I had to fight with both men when Sol was dropped off in the morning, encouraging them to go to work because Sol would be in good hands. Only because it was me, they said, and I teased them throughout the day for it.

Finally able to work, I managed to get through more than half of the manuscript before my eyes started aching from staring at the screen. Holly had scampered off to his bed and remained there when I opened the bedroom door. I made my way into the living room stretching and groaning and found my boyfriend passed out on the couch with Sol nestled softly against his chest. The sight gave me pause, a smile tugging at my lips as I admired them both imagining that, for just a moment, Yoongi was holding our own little girl in his arms as they both watched TV.

The thought made my heart swell anxiously, a feeling I had pushed away more than once. I wondered how Yoongi would act with a child of his own. If his interactions with Sol were any indicator, Yoongi would make an amazing and caring father. He would entertain all ideas his child had, would do anything in his power to make them happy. He would treat them like they were royalty making sure that they felt loved every day. They would be everything to him.

And they would make him so happy.

The sound of a knock made all three of us jump, Yoongi and Sol dragged from their comfortable sleep. I opened the door and found a tired Hoseok already moving his body into the apartment before I even had a chance to say hello. He didn’t even bother to kick off his shoes as he b-lined straight for his little girl who was extending her arms up to him sleepily.

“How’s my baby girl feeling?” he cooed when he finally had her in his arms.

“I was sleeping,” she murmured.

“Dad’s sorry he had to wake you up, but it’s time to go home,” he said softly.

Yoongi began gathering Sol’s stuff in the backpack she had come with and handed Hoseok her blanket for him to wrap her up in. Sol had her head nestled on her father’s shoulder comfortably falling back asleep as the two men worked. I went into the kitchen and grabbed the medicine he had brought and returned to the living room to find Hoseok nearly out the door. He returned, a sheepish smile gracing his lips as I slipped the medicine into the backpack he carried.

“Thank you so much,” he sighed as he stepped out. “Seriously, I owe you my life.”

“Lunch will work,” I laughed and waved goodbye at the sleepy girl I adored.

“Bye bye,” she murmured as Hoseok carried her away.

Shutting the door, I sighed and allowed my body to relax in the quiet peacefulness. Arms wrapped themselves around me, a nose pressed into the crook of my neck, and soft lips smoothed over the spot just below my ear. I sunk into Yoongi’s embrace.

“Hi,” he whispered.

I laughed and turned in his arms throwing my own arms around his neck to drag him closer for a proper kiss. Gently, I pressed against him happy to feel his lips eagerly moving with mine but felt an urgency when his hands slowly dipped under the hem of my shirt to run feather touches up my spine. I tilted my head just so bringing the kiss much deeper, but he pulled away just before the fun began.

“Why were you staring at us?” he questioned with a light in his heavy-lidded eyes.

“I wasn’t staring.” I tried ending the conversation with another kiss, but he backed away again.

“I saw you staring at us,” He laughed. “You were day dreaming so you didn’t notice, but I saw you.”

The blush crept up my cheeks before I could stop it. I didn’t want to tell Yoongi what I had been thinking about when I saw him holding Sol like that. We had talked about having kids, sure, but it never made it past a few jokes about how bad we would be as parents. I was embarrassed to bring it up now.

To my surprise, Yoongi kissed my reddened cheeks, one after the other while his touch returned feather light up and down my spine. “Please tell me.”

I bit my lip, his words melting my resolve, and I let my hands glide over the buttons of his white shirt to keep them from fidgeting.

“I was thinking about you holding our baby.”

His movements stammered to a halt until he dropped his arms to his sides leaving me completely open for him. I kept my head down, too nervous to look up.

“What?” his voice deepened.

The blood rushed higher until I felt it touching my hairline while my heart hammered away in my chest. I never liked talking about these things; I always felt too open, too vulnerable. But it was Yoongi. It was my Yoongi. I pressed my forehead against his chest.

“I’m sorry I just-“ I stammered through suffocating breaths. “I don’t know. You’re so sweet with Sol and you love her so much. I was just wondering what you would be like with a baby of your own.”

The lack of a response had me regretting every word. He remained perfectly still under me with his arms held tightly against his body. If it weren’t for the vicious sound of his beating heart, I would have worried he’d turned to stone.

After a minute, his hands softly wrapped around my arms and pulled me away from him. His expression was stoic, but I could tell from the energy in his eyes that he was on the verge of combusting. I just didn’t know from what.

“Really?” he muttered, his voice hoarse.

I turned my gaze to the ceiling. “I know, it’s lame.”

“It’s not lame.” Carefully, he brushed his thumb across my chin and pulled my face back down to meet his gaze. He was still on pinpricks, but his expression was warm. “Babe, you know I want kids. I want our kids. But we both need to be ready for that before we take that step.”

His silent words were still heard. I was always the one who wasn’t ready. I thought again of how happy Yoongi looked when he came home, how excited he had been to see Sol running to him with open arms. But in my mind, happy Sol was replaced with a more petite girl grinning up with the exact same mischievous smile I saw on Yoongi all the time.

“We’re financially stable, right?”

His eyes brows pulled together. “I-I think so.”

“And we love each other.” I shrugged. “I mean we’re not married, but that’s just because we don’t see the point.”

He squinted curiously. “Right.”

“But we could get married, if we needed to.”

A smile began to form.

“Sure.”

“I mean, a kid’s not a total buzz kill,” I muttered. His arms snuck around my waist. “Hoseok’s still pretty cool.”

“The coolest.” It was a full-blown grin now.

I resisted the urge to attack him with kisses again very aware that I needed to say this before I chickened out. “Our kid would be the best.”

He pressed his lips against my neck right above the frantic pulsing of my heart. He gave a soft nibble then moved to press his lips just above my ear.

“Would you please just say it.” His voice was hoarse again.

I took a minute to compose myself and pulled away from him. If I was going to say this, I was damn well going to be making eye contact while I did. The anxious feeling took over again, but I let it sit in my chest until it felt more like excitement.

I smiled and nodded. “I think I’m ready.”

“Oh, fuck, finally.”

He pushed me until my back hit the door and devoured every breath I had with his desperate mouth. My hands burned to touch every inch of his body that I could reach, my head clamoring with how right everything now felt. I was Yoongi’s and Yoongi was mine. It had been pointless to postpone this for so long.

He broke away and clawed at the hem of my shirt, but stopped himself before getting it off. Eyeing me through his bangs, his lips tugged up in an endearing smile. “I love you.”

I didn’t have to say it back, because he already knew.

Wanna Bet? [Daryl Dixon x Reader]

Word Count: 1,080

Prompt:  “We made a bet, and you lost. Now you have to do it.”

Warnings: Violence. Language. Fluff

a/n: this was supposed to be a drabble… oops

Originally posted by steals-dreams


“Daryl, I think I want to start learning how to use a crossbow. I’m tired of having to use my knife all the time, I’ve been too close to death before because of it.” You approach Daryl. The two of you are on a run together to gather more baby supplies for Judith, since she was only born a couple of weeks ago and she’s already running low on formula.

A few minutes ago, in an attempt to kill a walker that was standing in front of the bottles, it had grabbed your hand before you had the chance to stab it, successfully making you drop your knife. Daryl saved you, thankfully, but all you can think about is how nice it would be to be able to kill walkers without having to actually get near them.

“Learnin’ how ‘ta shoot a bow is hard as shit. It’s gon’ take a while.” Daryl shakes his head, a small smile creeping on to his lips. You two haven’t been together too long, only for a few weeks at most (although you’re not really sure- no one keeps track of time anymore), but you’ve noticed the little things about him, and whenever you take interest in things that he likes is one of them. He knows that he is a loved and valuable member of the group, but you know that he still occasionally struggles with the feeling as if he is unwanted and disliked. So whenever you do things like this, despite it being for a genuine good reason, it always makes him happy.

“You never know, Daryl. I could be a natural.” You shrug your shoulders, grabbing the bottles and formula off the shelf. There are so many different brands and kinds, but since baby Judith can be quite the picky eater at times, you’ve learned that taking everything available is the best option.

“I doubt it. Shootin’ bows don’t come naturally to no one.” Daryl snorts. “Took me years ‘ta get this good.”

“You must have just not been a natural then, huh.” You tease him. “I bet you that I could shoot your bow right now and get a good shot on one of those walkers outside.”

“Whatever.” Daryl shakes his head, finishing filling up his bag. It’s almost over spilling at this point. “I bet ‘ya can’t.”

“Is that a challenge?” You raise your eyebrows at him. “Well, it’s on. Hand me your bow.”

“I’m gonna win this bet, ‘ya know that, right?” Daryl stares at you.

“I’m so confident in my skills that I’m placing a wager on this. If I get a shot on the walker, you have to cook my food for a week. I’m sick and tired of burning my hands on that fire trying to heat up my food.” You tell Daryl. In reality, you’re not confident at all. You know there is a huge chance that you’re going to shoot that bow and miss by a long shot. But, Daryl’s complete and utter non-confidence in you sparked a fire. Your inner competitiveness came out, and here you are, placing a bet over something you know damn well you can’t do.

“That’s easy as hell, couldn’t come up with a harder one?” Daryl lets out an airy laugh. “And if I win, and I know I will, ‘ya have to take my night watch up in the tower tonight.”

“Deal.” You smile. You shake his hand, sealing the bet you just made. You’re so screwed.

Daryl and you walk out of the small grocery store, loading up your bags of baby things into his motorcycle before he hands you his bow. You look at it intimidated before you grab it out of his hands, taking a deep breath.

You look around for a walker, seeing one walking around the side of the building. It hasn’t spotted you two yet, giving you the perfect advantage. You try and attempt to cock the stirrup, but the setting that Daryl has it set on is too weighted, and you can’t pull it back.

“Daryl, this is unfair. I can’t even pull it back.” You pout.

“That’s losing fair and square.” Daryl shrugs. “Can’t pull back the arrow, aint my fault.”

“Daryl,” You glare at him, and he sighs.

“The stakes are goin’ up ‘cause of this…” He grumbles. He takes the bow back from your hands, adjusting the weight so you can pull it back with ease. “Ya gotta sleep in my cell with me for the next week now, too.”

“That’s a punishment?” You raise your eyebrows. “Sounds like a treat to me.”

You lift the crossbow up, closing one eye to get better accuracy to shoot the walker, just as you’ve seen Daryl do in the past. You draw back the stirrup, releasing the trigger once you are satisfied with your aim. Much to your surprise, it actually goes where you were aiming- right in its forehead.

“No fuckin’ way,” Daryl groans out.

“Told you I’d be a natural.” You wink at him and kiss his cheek. “If it makes you feel any better, I’ll still sleep in your cell for the week. I would’ve done that anyways- don’t be shy to ask me stuff. But, you’re totally still cooking my food for me.”

“Nah, that was cheatin’.” Daryl grins at you. “Ya had me lessen the weight.”

“Nope, I won fair and square.” You shake your head. “We made a bet, and you lost. Now you have to do it.”

“You’re a pain in my ass sometimes, ya know that?” Daryl laughs and brings you into a kiss. His lips move against yours at a slow pace, neither one of you had dared to go any further than small, simple kisses. He was already nervous about getting into a relationship in the first place, so you are not rushing him. The kisses he gives you are perfect.

“Alright, alright, ‘ya professional hunter,” Daryl pulls away. “Go get that arrow outta his head, and we can get outta here. We can start lessons tomorrow.”

“Mhm.” You peck his lips one more time. “Can’t wait for my delicious dinner tonight, babe.”

“Ah, whatever.” Daryl laughs, and you pick up the arrow before setting it back into its rightful place. “You’re lucky I like ‘ya.”

“You’re right.” You grin. “I am lucky.”


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Baby Boy//Scott McCall

Characters: Scott McCall, Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Reader.

*REQUESTED*

Originally posted by strangerprince

“I’m just so hot. What is the thermostat on?” Scott peels his shirt off, revealing a sheen of sweat on his chest.

You get up and check, “Uh, sixty-seven. Scott, it’s freezing in here.”

“It’s on sixty-seven? It feels like ninety.” He pants as he turns the fan on himself.

“Well…are you sick? Maybe your fever is breaking if you had one.”

“No, Y/N. I don’t get sick.” He groans, “It’s just so hot.”

Derek walks in the front door and looks over at Scott sprawled out on the couch before laughing. “You’re in heat.”

“What?” He sits up, “Like a dog?”

“I mean…” You say lowly, earning a dirty look from both Scott and Derek.

“Yeah, it happens once or twice a year, it gets better with time.” He sits a book down on the coffee table. “I just came by to drop this off. I should probably go. Scott?”

“Yeah?”

“Let someone know if it’s too strong.”

He looks confused, “If what’s too strong?”

“The heat. Trust me, you’ll know.” He walks out the door leaving the two of you very confused.

Scott came over the next day to talk to you about a new discovery. Stiles and Lydia were supposed to come later so the two of you were waiting.

You were sitting on the couch with your legs cross-crossed when Scott scooted over to you. He laid his head on your shoulder and you smile.

“Not hot anymore?”

He laughs, “I’m a little warm. Not as hot as I was.” He moves head into your lap and you reach down, running your fingers through his hair.

“You’re being very sweet, McCall.” You look down at him.

He rolls over and looks up at you, “Am I usually not?”

“You’re always nice to me, but you’re extra nice today.” You smile as you push some hair from his forehead.

Stiles and Lydia walk in and Stiles grins. “Should we go?”

Scott rolls his eyes, “Just get in here.”

The whole time the two are there Scott doesn’t break contact with you, he’s either laying with his head in your lap and he’s got an arm around you.

“Alright, well, we’re going to go and let you get back to whatever this is…so bye.” Stiles stands up and raises an eyebrow before leading Lydia out the door.

The next day you all had to meet up in the woods. Scott spent the night with you, your parents didn’t even think much when he slept on your floor.

“Y/N!” Scott shouted, jogging up to you. He gave you a big hug and you smiled.

“What was that for?”

“I just missed you.” He laughed.

“Scott, I love this little thing you’re doing but you left my house thirty minutes ago.”

He shrugs and pulls away, replacing his hug with an arm around your shoulder. He leads you to the rest of the pack.

“The lovebirds finally decide to show.” Derek smirks.

“Sorry, we woke up late.” You smile.

“Oh, I bet.” Derek says quietly before resuming his conversation with Lydia.

Scott moves behind you and puts both of his hands over your shoulders. You reached up and put your hand on top of one of his and he kissed the side of your head.

Later Derek pulled Scott aside, you couldn’t hear what they were saying but Scott looked angry. He started walking towards you, reaching out.

“No, I get it Derek. You’re telling me I can’t be affectionate with my girlfriend.” He grabs your hand and intertwines your fingers.

“Not at all, I’m telling you that you’re already dangerous.”

“Because I love her? Get a life.”

“Scott, you’re too attached already. You have to be careful with heat. If you get too close to her you’ll end up hurting her.”

“Whatever, Derek.” He started to lead you to the car when Derek grabbed his shoulder, he pulled his hands behind his back and you stepped away.

“Derek, don’t hurt him.” You warn.

Scott’s eyes flash and he turns to look at Derek before emitted a low, aggressive growl. “Let. Me. Go.”

“No. You’ll thank me later, Scott.”

“Baby, it’s okay. It’s for your own good.” You cupped his cheek and he immediately calmed at your touch. “It’ll just be a day or two, right?” You look at Derek and he nods. “See? We can do it.”

You peck Scott on the lips before looking into his eyes. “I love you. It’ll be okay.”

“You should probably go, Y/N.” Derek says.

You slip your keys out of Scott’s pocket, “Bye. I love you.” You start to head towards your car.

“I love you too, Y/N. Be careful.”

You felt bad for leaving him once you got home, and the two days you were away from him were agony. Derek called and said it was okay to come over and that Scott was at the loft.

You arrived and walked right in, Scott leaping up off the couch at the sight of you. “Baby!” He grins and he walks over before enveloping you in a hug.

“Hey, Scotty. I missed you.” You lean up and kiss him.

“I missed you too, bug. All I wanted was to see you. Derek wouldn’t even let me FaceTime you.”

“I’m all yours now. My mom and dad went out of town for a work meeting so I’ll be with you all weekend.”

“Thank God.” He picks you up and kisses your nose. “Derek told me I was being too clingy.”

You smile, “I love when you’re clingy. So, it was nice.” You giggle.

“I told you, Derek.”

He shrugs, looking unbothered, “Honestly, I couldn’t care less.”

He carries you out the front door. “Come on, baby. I’ve wanted nothing more than to lay down and cuddle you.”

“That isn’t me! Guys- that’s not me!!”

Jack paced furiously as far as the chains allowed him to; his hair was back to the same color as it was on Halloween. The similarity was noticed by his community, and Jack watched as they went crazy with the discovery- much to Anti’s delight.

A shout of pure frustration rose from Jack’s throat. He was tired of his efforts to be heard wasted again and again with no one seeming to notice. Anti’s past words suddenly echoed in his mind.

Maýb́e ̢th̢e̷y͞ do̡n’͡t ca̴re ab̢out ͠yo̶u ̴a̡s͏ ͏mu͘c͢h͏ as͟ ͜y͝ou̷ t҉h̕óu͞g͞h̨t th͡ey did̸.͏

Jack shook his head savagely, but this time Anti’s voice continued:

W͢h̴a̕t͞ i͞f t̛hèy͜ ̀d͠ǫ kn̨ow t͝he d̀įffe̢r̵ęn҉c̛e, an̴d̡ ͠th̡ey li҉k͠é i͡t b̸e͝tt́er͢ ͜t͡hi͟s way?̧

His stride faltered. They couldn’t…

B͠ut ͏t̨he͡y̴’ve͘ AL̷WA̛Y҉S wan͡te͢d ̸m͡e̡ ̷ǫve͠r ̸yo͏u! Wi͠t̸hout t͘he̕m̛,͝ ҉I w͝o̡ul͟d͡n͟’t ̛e̡v͜ȩn ̸ ͘e̵x̀i̴s͏t̢.̀

Jack stopped. It was impossible to ignore the throbbing pain from his wrists, but it hurt more that Anti’s words held some truth in them. He let out a shaky breath, his shoulders trembling slightly.

He heard the sound of approaching footsteps and turned away; not wanting to hear any more of Anti’s gloating. But… There were 2 sets this time. They stopped, and a voice with a German accent spoke his name.

Jack whirled around, his eyes widening when he saw who stood outside the cell.

“D-Doctor Schneeplestein? Chase?” Jack sniffed, staring in disbelief. “What are you doing here?”

The doctor’s white coat glowed through the murkiness, though it was ripped in some places. One of the lenses on his glasses was slightly cracked, and the hair sticking out of the surgical cap was messy and undone. Chase didn’t fare any better; his usual hat had tears through it, and his eyes was filled with a terrible emptiness to them. Both egos appeared as tired as Jack felt.

Chase looked on in horror, studying the prison; and muttered several curses under his breath. The doctor examined Jack out of professional habit; his eyes narrowed at the shackles around Jack’s wrists. “You schould not be zo hard on yourzelf. You’re cauzing more harm zan good.”

Jack’s expression hardened. “What else am I supposed to do?” He waited for a response from either of them, but it never came. “You guys have to get me out.”

The doctor shook his head. “Jack… I’m zorry. But I cannot. Ve cannot.” Regret was plain in his voice, but it was said firmly.

“Jack. I want to help.” Brody spoke in a quiet tone he only saved for his kids, the usual gruffness was gone. He looked close to tears. “But you don’t understand what’s on the line.”

Jack looked between the alternate versions of himself that he played for sketches and extra laughs on the channel. Why are you abandoning me too? He stepped closer; they both flinched as the chains clinked together. “Then why come at all? Do something- please!”

Chase backed away. “It’s… Not that simple… He promised me tha- but I n-never would have…” He gave Jack an anguished look. “I have my own family to protect.”

“Ve both do.” Schneeple lowered his head, but Jack heard how much more distorted his voice was and saw glitches on the doctor; Chase started to become transparent.

“Wait, don’t leave!! We can think of something!” Jack pulled until the chains were taut. “Please help me!”

The egos looked at him in sadness; the effects on Schneeple increased in size and intensity, and a thin red line appeared across Brody’s neck.

“How can ve help you…”

“When we can’t save ourselves…”

Schneeplestein disappeared in a flurry of crackling glitches; Chase faded entirely out of existence, and Jack was alone in the darkness once again.

Anti laughed and laughed without restraint; having enjoyed every second of that meeting. He should have allowed his puppets a ‘visit’ with Jack earlier than this… But no matter.

He smiled to himself. 

P̴a͘tiȩn͠c̵e͡ ̷Jack… ̕Y̸o͝u̢’ll s͝e͞e ͟them̧ a҉gai̷n͠ m̷uc̕h̸ ̧ so͏o͡n̷er̴  ͟t̛h̢an̕ ̛y̶ou̷ ͡thi̡nk͘.

So I might be a little excited for what may happen when we see Anti (and possibly Chase/ Dr. Schneeple) return. I have a feeling we don’t have too much longer to wait.

Stick with Me

Based on @marmoraskeith‘s text post about Lance, Keith, strange flowers, and a rather ‘sticky’ situation. ;)


Note to self: when on a strange planet, do not touch any of the plants, no matter how cool they look.

Lance made the mental note as he and the rest of the team made their way back onto the ship. He was surprised he could even formulate a proper thought, considering the amount of commotion going on. Hunk was rambling worriedly to Coran, who was doing his best to comfort the yellow paladin. Allura was lecturing him on god knows what, hands flying angrily as she marched on ahead of them. Shiro was silent, which was terrifying, and Pidge hadn’t stopped laughing since the incident.

The incident that had left his and Keith’s hands glued together.

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They Meet Again Part 2

Harry sits across from her, nervously he starts to rotate his ring, pink lips pressed in a line. People where stumbling past them, drunk, laughing, talking, they were happy. He could tell she was nervous as well, she bites her lower lip, anxious. 

“How are you?” Harry asked, clearing his throat and forcing himself to look at the damage he’s done. 

“Fine,” she responds, reaching to tuck her hair behind her ear. 

Her eyes are glossy and her voice is shaky, he can tell she’s going to break soon. He can tell that this is too much for her, he was being selfish yet again. But he couldn’t live with himself knowing that he didn’t at least try. 

“I miss you,” he admits. 

He can hear her suck in a breath, and she looks at her lap, a tear falling on to her black dress, “please don’t,” she whispered. 

“But I do, I messed up-”

“What part did you mess up Harry? Do you even know where everything went wrong? Or do you just miss having someone clean up after you all the time?” She snapped, wiping the tears away and looking up at him, her eye’s aren’t as soft as they used to be, they’re cold, it makes him want to shrink in his seat. 

“I let the fame get to my head,” Harry admits, “I let others use me for fame and I wanted it, I liked the attention, I put them first. Y/N, my priorities were messed up, and I am sorry, I am so so sorry.”

“You made it very clear,” Y/N says, standing, “you want all this,” she motions around the room full of celebrities, expensive gowns, expensive suits, expensive food, “and not me. There is no room in your life for me Harry, you don’t want to.”

“Give me another chance, please,” Harry pleads. 

“Why? So we can be fine for what? Two maybe three months, and then you’re off again and when you come home you treat me like a burden? No-I can’t,” she shakes her head, grabbing her clutch on the table. 

“I still love you,” Harry says. 

“You don’t get to come in here and say things like that!” She says, anger filling up her body, before she can even think she stomps her foot like a child, “you don’t get to tell me you love me, that you’ve missed me, and make me feel bad. I wouldn’t have left if you didn’t hurt me, I wouldn’t have left if you hadn’t said those awful things to me! You don’t get to make me feel bad.”

“So what? That’s it, you’re going to toss three years down the drain because I said some words?” Harry snapped. 

“Some words? You clearly don’t get it,” she turns, but he grabs her elbow, towering over her. 

“Three years Y/N, really, we are going to just let that go?” Harry asked. 

“You waited six months-you didn’t even try afterwards Harry, am I just supposed to wait another six months for you to try and fix our next problem?” she asked.

“I was scared,” he whispered. 

She pulls away from his grip, shaking her head, she turns walking away. 


“This place is a mess Niall,” she laughs softly, seeing Niall’s house once it’s emptied out. 

“Oh yeah,” Niall nods, “I’ll just call a cleaning company in the morning.”

“Good job Niall!” Harry says, walking in from behind her.

He hugs Niall, patting his back, “you’re doing really good,” Harry smiled. 

“Thanks mate,” the irish man grins. 

“I’m just going to head out,” Y/N says, slipping on her jacket, “I’ll see you later.”

She steps outside, the breeze blowing her hair back and she hugs herself, walking down the steps. She hear his steps right behind her, after three years she would be able to pick those steps out of eighty. 

“Y/N,” Harry calls, keeping up with her without a problem, “please, just wait.”

“I’m really tired H,” she says, not bothering to stop. 

“I miss you,” he repeats, running in front of her, making her stop, “don’t you miss me?”

“I do,” she admits, “but that doesn’t change how you treated me-how you ignored me.”

“Just give me one more chance, I swear Y/N, I swear on everything I love, I won’t mess it up,” Harry brushes her hair out of her face, knowing how much she loved it. 

“I’m scared,” she admits as his thumb grazed her lips slightly. 

“I know,” he whispered, “but you don’t have to be, with me you never have to be.”

She reaches up, placing her hand on top of his, “I don’t want to get hurt again,” she says. 

“You won’t,” he promises, “I promise.”

She looks at him, her eyes softening at the sight of him, “can you guys just kiss, I have to lock my gate,” Niall yelled, “I’m tired too!”

She laughs, resting her head on his chest, “only Ni,” she giggled. 

“So?” Harry asked, tilting her chin up, “please?”

She pressed her lips on his, missing the taste, missing him. Harry doesn’t hesitate, reacting to her in a second, “I never stopped loving you, and I don’t I can.”

“Good,” he whispered against her lips, “I don’t want you to.”

Lucky I Love You // Bucky Barnes

Summary: Bucky loves to tell you he loved you even if you don’t know the way he means it until he finally tells you.

Characters: Reader x Bucky Barnes, and Steve Rogers (mentioned).

Words: 782

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel or the characters.

Warnings: Fluff.

Requested: No.

Author: Mina

A/N: Ok, so this is Mina and its my first time posting on this group page, I’ve been procrastinating for like 4 months so this is the end result!

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Originally posted by bovaria

“That’s disgusting, you’re lucky I love you.” Bucky rolled his eyes.

You shrugged and continued eating the orange sherbet with chocolate chips, not even pausing when Bucky said he loved you. Yeah, that was a normal and casual thing he’d say, plus he was your closest friend.

The movie was pretty good, surprisingly, ‘Kong: Skull Island’ had a fantastic cast, not to mention the eye candy Loki look-alike main lead, excellent plot, and great screen effects.

And this was your day off from any field assignments so it was safe to say you were fully taking advantage of it. Crumbs of chips on your shirt, cookies on the table by your feet, empty Chinese takeout containers, and your unique but tasty sherbet in your hands.

Glancing at Bucky from the corner of your eye you found him glancing at you, turning your head to face him you laughed with a mouth full of sherbet “What’s up?”

He shook his head and looked back at the screen, “Ew, did you really have to show me that. I seriously don’t understand how or why you like that abomination of ice cream.”

“Sherbet.”

“Sherbet, ice cream, sorbet, you kids got fancy names for the same thing.”
“Oh my gawd! Will you leave me alone? I don’t like you anymore.”

“Hah! As if! I love you too much to leave you alone!” leaping from the other side of the couch to hug your side tightly Bucky grinned widely.

You tried to push him off, “Will you go, you’re extremely heavy, something you’ve never heard of!”

That made him squeeze you tighter as he laughed “Stop being a little asshole, I am perfect JUST the way I am, don’t body-shame me.”

His hands trailed underneath your arms, your eyes widened in horror “Don’t you fucking dare James Buchanan Barnes! I will call mom!”

A chilling smirk and darkening blue eyes told you he didn’t care, and he pretty much confirmed it, “Steve ain’t home love.”

Suddenly he began to tickle you, shrieks and giggles erupted from your lips and laughter spilled from the soldier’s mouth. He held your arms above your head as his other hand furiously tickled under your arms, then your stomach, waist, and by then you were out of breath with tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Damn, you’re breathing hard from this? Someone needs to lay off the chips” Bucky chuckled.

Giving him the middle finger he pretended to raise his hands to tickle you again stopping when he heard your high pitched shriek

“I’m-sorry-I’m-sorry-I’m-sorry-I’ll-stop”

You both laughed till you were red in the face, and you realized his hips still straddled your waist and his cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were darker than usual.

“Hey you ok-“

“How come you never say anything when I tell you I love you?” He interrupted quickly.

You froze.

“Huh?”

“How come you never pay attention when I say I love you, I’m not joking. I really love you.”

“Dude! All those times you’ve said it casually to me when we’re doing stupid shit! How am I supposed to know!? Wait wait, so that time when I shoved chopsticks up my nose to make you laugh and you said that, the one time when I gave you an ultimate wedgie and you threatened me that the only reason you weren’t going to because you liked me too much, the time when we got arrested, and when we pranked Steve and Tony, all those times you meant that?” you exclaimed.

Nodding Bucky looked at you “I didn’t really know how to tell you and I thought saying it casually would work but you kept on laughing it off or ignoring what I said.”

“Huh…. Interesting.” You concluded

“Seriously? That’s it?” he said exasperatedly

“I’m not good with lovey-dovey crap, that’s why I’m single and why I act like a doofus! Look, I’m’a be straight with you, I like you, a lot. Just not good with saying it.” You blurted as you twiddled your thumbs.

Bucky raised his eyebrow and squinted at you, “Yeah, you’re really not good at it.”

You sat up “Well look who’s talkin’! Who was the one who kept saying it at the most ridiculous times! Most people would think it a joke like I did!”

He scoffed, “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“Hot chocolate and binge watching movies.”

“What?”

“That helps me sleep at night.”

“I didn’t mean, I give up. You’re lucky I love you.”

“Awwwww is someone getting frustrated?”

“Why do I get the feeling I’ll never be able to get rid of you.”

“Because you love me too much.”

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Two people who want to be together but can't.

“3,000 miles.” He announces.

It’s so silent after he speaks that you can hear the sound of my heart breaking as it echoes through the cave.

The cave has been our spot for years, and it always brought good memories but today that ends. Today is the day he decides to tell me the worst news I’ll ever hear.

“For how long?” I ask, drawing symbols in the sand not daring to look up at him.

“Two years; it could be more.”

The love of my life, my best friend, my soulmate is going to be gone for 2 years. And I’m just supposed to be okay with that? 3,000 miles away?

“No.” I say sternly. “No way in hell am I waiting for you for two years.”

There was only two steps in between us but it felt like he was already 3,000 miles away from me. He tensed. I could feel the air around us shifting, and suddenly, for the first time ever around him, I felt cold.

“I figured you’d say that. I figured you wouldn’t wait,” he laughed bitterly, “what did you really expect to come from us if you weren’t going to wait?”

“I’m 17. I graduate in a year. I have my senior homecoming, my prom, I have my friends, and I have my life to carry on with. In my head when I picture all of those things, I picture doing them with you!” I yell, finally looking up at him, “I want to be with you, yes! I pictured a future with you, yes! But sometimes you don’t get what you want, and we don’t get to be together.”

I stop for a minute and consider my next words carefully, but they come out angry. “Sue me for trying to be realistic. Sue me for sparing the heartache a year down the line when I’m so fucking in love with you and you’re only a little in love with me. Sue me for trying to protect my heart!”

He walked away that day and we haven’t talked since. We wanted to be with each other but we couldn’t. The timing was off, I guess.

William Nylander - The Publicity Stunt Part Nine

Last part!

Word Count: 1658

Warnings: Cursing

Prequel / Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six  / Part Seven  / Part Eight / Part Nine


I stay silent behind Will not quite sure with what’s about to unfold in front of me. Vitaly had yet to speak since Will has stepped in between us and honestly, I hope he doesn’t. I can’t see him over Will’s shoulders so I’m left staring at his back.

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Hide and Seek

“Oi, Y/L/N.” Michael shouts as he enters the room, sauntering over to you with confidence in his step.

“What do you want now Gray?” You ask flirtatiously, flicking your eyes up from the book to meet his for only a second.

“What are you doing tonight?” He’s stopped next to you, leaning back against the table cooly with his hands in his pockets.

“I don’t know, what’d you have in mind?” You hum, looking up at him with admiration as your head’s in your hand.

“Tommy asked me to watch Charlie.”

“You? Isn’t that what the maids are for?”

“Yeah well after the whole kidnapping he doesn’t really trust Charlie with anyone but family.”

“What are you trying to get at Gray?”

“Would you want to help me? I’m no good with kids but I told him I’d look after Charlie anyways.” He rambles as you get up from your seat so your close to him.

You cock an eyebrow at him. “Are you saying you think of me as family?”

“And so what if I am?” He says, looking down at you.

“Well then… I’d say I’m in.” You say giving him a pat to the chest, steadying yourself as you lean up to kiss him. “Pick me up after work.”

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My Girl: Draco x Reader

Request: Imagine being Draco’s girlfriend, his friends hitting on you or like commenting on your looks or maybe looking a little bit too long at her cleavege or ass while she’s walking away. And Draco completeley snaps and she has to calm him down after

Warnings: sexual harassment

MASTERLIST

Originally posted by slytherin-through-life


Draco and (Y/N) had been dating for almost three months before she started noticing it; the way his friends would all stare at her. She’d never been aware of how attractive she was, despite Draco constantly reminding her. She’d heard him go off on his friends before, but always put it down to him just being jealous, overprotective, and imagining things.

It wasn’t until one day in the Great Hall that she realized it was actually happening. She’d been sitting with Pansy and some of Draco’s other friends; Theo and Blaise, and a couple others, but Draco was not present.

“Where’s your boyfriend then, love?” Theo asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

“Quidditch practice,” she responded. “But it should’ve ended a few minutes ago. I should probably go meet him.”

She took the napkin off her lap and placed it on her plate before getting up to leave the table. As she turned around she heard Theo say, “Yeah, don’t want to keep the Slytherin Prince waiting, eh?” and felt a hand slap her ass. She turned back around sharply, and seeing his smirk, quickly slapped it off his face.

Pansy’s jaw was on the floor and Blaise was laughing his head off, and (Y/N) stormed away before anything else could be said or done.


(Y/N) stormed back to the Slytherin common room, fighting back tears the entire way, overwhelmed with frustration and embarrassment. Good lord, I’m such an idiot, she thought. What am I supposed to tell Draco? He’ll lose it if he finds out.

For some demented reason, she blamed herself for what happened, and knew that was ridiculous. But she opted not to tell Draco about it. I can handle this myself, she thought as she pushed open the door to the common room and found herself face to face with her boyfriend.

“Hello, love,” he said, looking down at her. He placed his hand under her chin, tilting it up for a quick kiss which she gladly granted him before jumping into his arms. He stumbled backward for a second, catching him off guard, before wrapping his arms around her waist and chuckling. “What’s gotten into you, love?”

She released her grip around his neck and looked down at her shoes. “Nothing,” she replied quietly.

“Hey, look at me,” he said, tilting her head back up to him, and noticed her tear-filled eyes. He quickly led her over to the couch, sitting down next to her, “What happened?”

She looked into his grey eyes that were filled with concern, and immediately had to look away again. “I just–” she began, but the door of the common room swung open making her jump as Theo and Blaise entered. Theo caught (Y/N)’s eyes at that moment and shot a wink at her. She turned red and looked back down at the leather of the sofa, suddenly very interested in the detailed silver studs embedded in the fabric. Draco looked back and forth between the two of them and easily put two and two together. Out of all of his friends, Theo was the one constantly making comments about (Y/N), and he caught him staring at her all the time. Draco leapt off the couch toward the wizard, taking his wand out of his pocket.

“Impedimenta!” Draco yelled, pointing his wand and a blue beam shot from the end, knocking Theo back against the wall.

“Draco, stop!” (Y/N) yelled, pulling him back. Draco yanked his arm away ignoring her, and stuck his wand against Theo’s throat, right under his chin.

“You stay the hell away from my girlfriend, you hear me?”

Theo gulped, his usual smirk and all humor gone from his face. “I hear you,” he squeaked out after a moment. Draco lowered his wand and Theo let out a small sigh of relief. Draco shot a glare back at him, a slight snarl escaping from his throat as well. (Y/N) grabbed his bicep, puling him away, and Theo took the opportunity to scurry away like the little rat he is, Blaise chuckling behind him.

Draco continued shooting daggers at the back of their heads when (Y/N) turned his head to face her. “Hey, look at me,” she says, when she felt the resistance as he glared after them. When he finally gave in and turned to look in her eyes, his gaze softened. “I’m alright,” she says, taking his hand and squeezing it lightly.

He sighed, and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against his chest. He held her tightly and she breathed in his aroma of mint and expensive cologne, relaxing at the growingly familiar scent.

He placed a kiss on the top of her head, and she sighed, squeezing him gently around the waist, pulling him even tighter to her and never wanting to let go.