what happens when you fall out of bed

harryyyyypotterrrr  asked:

Okay so helppp. Everyone seems to have a hc that Draco and Harry are roommates in 8th year and when there’s Music and Moonlight and Love and Romance n all that ish and it’s trés cute but BUT. Nobody seems to have considered the concept of Weasel and Ferret sharing a dorm!? Pining!Harry, Pining!Draco, extremely stressed annoyed and hilarious Ron! Ron becomes matchmaker a la FGS MALFOY SHUT UP ABOUT HARRY FOR A SECOND WONT YOU and then they date and Ron is congratulated and bondingg and help me aa

OKAY but this is an amazing headcanon!!!!!! 

  • Harry’s really jealous when roommates are assigned, because he wanted to room with Ron of COURSE, what are you talking about?? Why else would he possibly be upset??
  • Harry encourages Ron to bitch about Draco’s annoying habits because he’s dying to know exactly what it would be like to live with him
  • ”Malfoy sleeps NAKED?! Fuck, that’s ho— aaah— horrible. I can’t believe you get to— I mean have to, yes, of course— live with that, Ron.”
  • Harry offers to trade rooms with Ron for a few nights a week because “that’s what friends are for, mate. If you have to suffer Malfoy’s pale skin and cock being on display, then I should get to— HAVE TO suffer it too.”
  • MEANWHILE Draco talks about Harry all the time.
  • ”I bet you wish you were rooming with Potter instead, don’t you? Perfect Potter. He would be the worst roommate. He would throw his clothes all over my bed, and then I would be able to smell him for days on my pillow. Disgusting.”
  • But then one time at like three in the morning Draco randomly starts a genuine conversation with Ron about whether he thinks Potter has forgiven him.
  • Ron is like… “Uh, yeah, mate… I reckon so.”
  • ”What makes you think that???”
  • ”Well… he used to talk about all the evil things he thought you were up to, but now he mostly just talks about your hair”
  • ”Oh…..” *long silence* “well I forgive him too, you know. For the Sectumsempra thing. So you can invite him to our room sometimes. I wouldn’t mind.”
  • Ron rolls over and is about to fall asleep when he realizes exactly what is happening here and just buries his head under his pillow and vows never to emerge
  • Only he does emerge and he invites Harry to his room
  • ”Are you sure I should go now? Malfoy might be in there!”
  • ”Yeah, he is”
  • ”What if I see his cock??”
  • ”You— what— uuuh. Well, then you’ll have seen his cock.”
  • ”Okay let’s go”
  • So then Harry and Ron are hanging out on Ron’s bed while Draco studies at his desk. Until he gets up and announces he needs a nap.
  • Of course as we all know Draco sleeps naked, so he starts slowly stripping off his clothes
  • Harry is like drooling and making weird whimpering noises and just staring so blatantly it’s ridiculous.
  • Ron calmly stands up and walks out the door, shutting it behind him, and neither Harry nor Draco notice.
  • A few hours later, Harry asks Ron what he would think about rooming with Neville again
  • Ron is overjoyed, switches with Harry that very day, and he lives happily ever after
  • except he’s still regularly exposed to naked Malfoy (and Harry now) because those two have no shame at all and they are apparently “too busy” to bother with locks
Zen X MC: Stay

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 3546

Author’s note: This one shot was inspired by @myetie and I was given permission to use the similar plot as her comic’s strip. This one shot is definitely different from how her comic will turn out..just saying. A really big thanks to myetie  for giving me permission.


The last thing you remembered was laughing, enjoying the breeze that blew against your hair, your arms tightly around Zen’s waist. The engine of the motorcycle making rumbling noises.

How did something so enjoyable turned into something so horrible? Bright lights shone into your eyes, the screeching of tires could be heard and all you could feel was pain when the impact hit.

You felt your body being thrown off the motorcycle, your head hitting the road, blurry images filled your vision until it became completely dark. A few minutes later, when the police had arrived because of the accident, Zen awoke from his unconscious state, it was the sound of the sirens and the blinking of the red and blue lights that brought him back into consciousness.

“Mc ?” He murmured, trying to sit up but the pain in his shoulder held him down as he clutched it in pain. His mind started to registered what had happen and his only concern was for you. “Mc ? MC!” He yelled when he sees a figure lying on the ground.

Zen sees your injured body lying unconscious on the ground, your hair lying on messily around you, but what made his heart clenched the most was seeing your legs twisted in such a horrific angle.

“No,no,no,no! MC?!” Blood was visible on your body and all he wanted was to turn back the time.

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A week had past while you still remained in the hospital. Jaehee,Jumin, Saeyoung, Yoosung, V, had all been visiting you, talking to, trying to comfort you, entertain you, whatever the reason they visited for, you always welcomed their presence.

Their visits comforted the fact that you were paralyzed and could no longer walk, or run, or used you legs in general.

“Could you imagine it? I mean, that hacker was so stupid to not put up a firewall to protect his location, so I easily traced him through his IP address and I found him!” Saeyoung burst out into laughter and you chuckled.

There was a knock on the door and both your attention was diverted to the hospital door.

“I brought food.” Jumin entered and you greeted with a smile.

“Hello, Jumin.” “Food and wine! Food and wine! Food and wine!” Saeyoung started chanting.

“The wine is mine.” Saeyoung’s face fell at Jumin’s comment.

“Oh, I almost forgot to tell you this, but you don’t need to worry about Zen that much, He’s going to come around soon, let’s just give him a little time.” Saeyoung turned to you, sending you a reassuring wink.

“Oh,um..about that person…” You began, seeming a bit nervous.

“I,uh, never asked because I thought you were just talking about a friend or something….but you guys seemed to keep mentioning him a lot.” Your fingers clutched the blanket.

“Who is Zen?” That question made Saeyoung and Zen froze. Over the time you had been in the hospital, all of them had been constantly bringing up Zen, but who was Zen?

You couldn’t remembered and just assumed he was friend. Breaking the silence, Jumin’s phone rang and he excused himself from the room to take the call.

“Well, um, I think that is for you to find out later, just…” Saeyoung paused awkwardly. “Just try to remember.” He smiled but there was pity held in his eyes.

You didn’t push the matter, seeing how uncomfortable it made him. Meanwhile, Jumin answers his phone, the caller ID letting him know who was the one calling him.

“Zen?”

“Jumin, I need to ask a favor.” Out of all the time Jumin and known Zen,he had never heard Zen so broken.

“Where are you? The hospital said you refused further treatment and just left? I’ve been trying to contact you for the past week.” Jumin bombarded him with questions.

“Please, Jumin, hear me out.” Zen pleaded.

“Zen, MC needs you, are you really not going to visit her? What you’re doing is absurd.”

“She doesn’t need me! She doesn’t! I…I…I’m too dangerous, Jumin? I..I ruined her life, I don’t deserve her.” He was shouting at the beginning but at the end, it sounded like a chocked whisper, and Jumin knew that he was crying.

“Zen, calm down first, you’re too emotional, do not make such rash decisions.” Jumin ran his fingers through his hair in slight frustration.

“It’s because of me she got into this accident, it’s because of me she can no longer use her legs. It’s because of me! Please Jumin, please take care of her, I beg you.” And that was when Zen hung up, his arm sliding down and hung at the side of the chair he was sitting on, the phone sliding off his hand, landing with a thump onto the floor.

“Mc, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry!” Zen clutched his hair, his head tilted towards the floor and he broke down.

Tears wetting the floor as it fell from his eyes. His body shook, whimpers of pain, emotional pain escapes his lips, he’s trying his hardest to keep it together but every time he pulls a piece of himself up, another falls.

He tried, he tried so hard to get to you but he could because of his arm, his damn arm, he just wanted to hold you and protected you then but now there’s nothing to hold or protect.

“Why?” His voice shaking.

“WHY?!WHY?! WHY?! WHY?!” He stood up and punched a wall repeatedly,sliding down against it, his knuckles now bloody as he rested his forehead against his knees.

“Why?” He whispered, his heart crumbling inside.

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“What will happen when Zen finds out?” Saeyoung asked, leaning on the wall while Jumin sat on one of the hospital beds. Jumin sighed, closing his eyes.

“He already knows.” Shock became evident on Saeyoung’s face, absorbing the new information.

“How?”

*flashback*

“I’m sorry, this is all my fault.” Zen muttered, his heart breaking just by looking at the state you were in.

“Um, you must’ve mistaken me for someone else.” You were in a state between consciousness and unconsciousness. Everything felt like a dream to you.

“You’re so handsome, are you an angel? Have you come to take me?” Tears watered his eyes when he became aware that you had forgotten him.

“I’m your angel, but I’m not here to take you, I’m just here to say goodbye.” He forced a smile onto his face, his tears wetting his cheeks.

“Goodbye? Can’t you stay a little longer?” “I’m afraid not.” He closed his eyes, his lips kissing your forehead.

“Goodbye MC.”

*flashback end*

Your encounter with Zen at the hospital, you couldn’t remember. Two weeks after your stay in the hospital, you were finally released.

A few days had past, your life went on as usual, the difference being that you were now using a wheelchair, despite everything seeming to be normal, you couldn’t help but feel like you’re missing something.

There was an empty void in your heart, and what frustrated you greatly was how you couldn’t quite figure out what it was. From trying new things to going through old things, you still couldn’t figure out.

There were things you couldn’t do due to being bound to the wheelchair so you couldn’t help but think that it might be something related to you walking or using your legs but yet, a quiet voice inside told you that wasn’t it.

Of course, being handicapped forever wasn’t easy, you felt helpless, useless, almost everything you did was a challenge and you felt like a burden to those helping you.

It was a struggle, it was extremely frustrating that you couldn’t use your legs, adding the frustration of that emptiness in your heart, you were struggling a lot, night was a time spent crying because of that frustration.

The perfect cover was put on every time, no one could see past that cover, to someone, you looked happy, so positive as if nothing could bring you down, smiles constantly on your face but the truth was that you were struggling every day.

Pushing your wheelchair down the streets, you stopped at a shop to get a bottle of water. You were prepared to pay for the bottle when you stopped at the magazine stand, seeing a few copies with the same face. Ignoring the words on the magazine, you picked it up, looking at the man shown in the cover.

Just then, you were pulled from reality as images flashed into your mind.

~~~~~~~

“Look MC, I’m on the cover of this magazine? You have to admit that I am good looking in this picture.” His red eyes shining brightly as he spoke to you.

“In that picture? Hmm, Zen, babe, I think you look better now than in that picture.” Laughter escapes your lips, your hands intertwined with his.

“Really? Mmmm, jagiya, you know just what to say.” He gives you an Eskimo kiss before kissing you on your lips.

“Hey! Get out of here! I’m trying to run a business!” The shop owner chased the two of you out and you both ran out laughing.

~~~~~~~~~

“Miss? Are you going to buy that?” You were pulled back into reality when the shop owner tapped you on your shoulder.

“Oh, no, just this water.” You paid the money and left. You were more than confused, what happened back there, was it a memory? Was that the Zen your friends had been mentioning previously? Why did you referred to each other as lovers? Was that just a fantasy? The questions swirled in your mind, your heart strings were being tugged at that thought.

Lately, you had been seeing that man in your dreams, small images flashing through your mind, but this was the first time you had called him Zen.

Was he something that was part of your life previously? You pushed that idea away, you felt that you were just an ordinary girl, why would you be associated with a rising star?

‘Maybe I was a fan of him? That’s why I’m having these fantasy?’ You thought, it was a possibility.

Meanwhile Zen was at a bar, downing the bitter alcohol down his throat, another hand holding a cigarette between his two fingers. He had been in this bar for two days in a row, drinking and smoking, he no longer logged into the RFA Chatroom and was hard to reach, Jumin, not only worried about you, but him too, forced Seven to find the location of where Zen is.

Climbing out of his limo, saying a quick thanks to Driver Kim, Jumin closed the door, his hands tucked in his pockets while he walked into the bar. He took a quick glance of the bar and immediately spotted Zen sitting at the counter, emptying the bottle of beer.

He took quick strides towards Zen and sat at the stool beside him. Zen, noticing the presence beside him, turned to the his side and saw Jumin. “What do you want?” Zen huffed, gulping down the rest of the alcohol.

“We’re going to talk. Outside.” Jumin gave Zen a look that meant he was all serious and not in the mood to be argued with.

“What do you want?” His breath reeked of alcohol and by the way he was standing, he was quite drunk.

“I made a promise to MC.” Jumin began.

~Jumin’s Flashback~

You had just been given a shot to reduce the pain, it also caused you to be unaware of whatever you were saying or doing, almost like you were drunk, including the part where you couldn’t remember the things you did or said.

“Jumin?” His attention was immediately directed towards you the moment you spoke. He hummed in response to show that he was listening.

“Do you think I’m becoming a deadweight?…..I’m useless like this, all of you are better off without me. I…I can’t remember a lot of things. I don’t even remember who I was before the accident.” You took a deep breath, trying to hold in the tears that were trying their hardest to escape.

“Zen…..maybe I was just pulling him down, m..maybe that’s why he left me. I’m…” Jumin was surprised, did you actually remember Zen after all? Your fingers clutched the hospital blankets tightly, you couldn’t help it as tears streamed down your face, waves of pain rolling deep into your heart.

“No. Don’t ever say that. Never say that. You are so precious to all of us, you are more than we deserve. I’ll bring Zen back, if it will set things right.” Jumin pulled you into a hug. “I promise you, MC.”

~Flashback End~

“You promised her that?” Zen says in disbelief.

“She remembers you, deep down she does. Right now, she may not remember you, but she still does, somewhere in her heart. You know what is the right thing to do, so do it.”

“The right thing to do? It doesn’t matter if she remembers me.” Zen’s anger was rising as he spoke, he grabbed Jumin’s suit, he was no longer leaning against the brick wall.

“I RUINED HER LIFE, SHE IS DISABLED BECAUSE OF ME. BECAUSE OF ME! THE ONLY RIGHT THING TO DO IS TO STAY AWAY FROM HER. I AM A DANGER IN HER LIFE!” Jumin clenched his fist and delivered a punch to his face.

“PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER! You think that leaving her is the best option?! That you no longer would be a danger to her?! That you would no longer hurt her?! She thinks you left because she did something wrong, she thinks she’s a deadweight and she is suffering emotionally! Stop running away from your problems and start facing them! She needs you!” Zen remained on the floor, not saying anything as he listened to Jumin scold him.

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Shaky breaths escapes your lips as you looked through your phone. You had been so focused on recovering that you had not have the chance to go through everything in your phone.

Pictures of you and Zen kissing, hugging, doing things that couples would do were in the favorites of your photo album.

By now, you had connected the pieces and figured that he is your boyfriend, or was. Scrolling through the texts between you and him, your lips trembled, tears wetting your cheeks.

“Did I do something wrong? Why didn’t he visit me?” You spoke to yourself while memories attacked your mind, memories of you and him. While the memories were returning to you, your head was hurting a lot.

You knew that only half your memories had returned due to the missing pieces when you tried to piece them together.


From: Zen To: MC Remember to take care of yourself, and eat a balanced meal okay? I’ll be at your house around 7 to pick you up. I love you and I can’t wait to see you!

That was the last text he had sent, all of his texts were filled with so much love, but where did all that love go? What happened to it?


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Night had arrived by the time you had half your memories returned and gone through your phone.

Out of all the memories, the one that stood out the most was when Zen first asked you to be his girlfriend under a cherry tree, he had a picnic laid out, lights hanging from the tree, it was romantic.

Thinking that going there might help you to remember more of the memories which you had lost, you made your way there.

You almost reached the tree when you felt your heart stopped, his back facing towards you was Zen, you immediately recognized him from his hair. He was touching the tree saying something that you couldn’t quite hear, you made you way closer to him but not too close.

“Zen.” He froze, slowly turning around to face you.

It was obvious that both of you had been crying.

“MC.” There was a moment of silence between the two of you before you spoke again.

“Why didn’t you visit me?” You remembered every detail of the accident, and you needed to know the truth, if you were the reason or if something else was the reason.

“You need to stay away from me MC, I can’t cause you harm again. I’m a danger to you.” He starts to back away but his facial expression showed that all he wanted to do is stay, but fear kept him from moving forward but backwards instead. Fear that he might harm you again.

“You don’t get to decide that for me. You don’t get to decide if you might cause me harm again, it was an accident, one caused by a drunk driver. You do realized that it isn’t your fault right?” You say as gently as possible, trying to keep your voice steady.

“It is my fault that you got into this accident. I knew that you didn’t like to ride on the motorcycle and I still made you ride it! It’s my fault that you no longer can walk! IT’S MY FAULT THAT YOUR LIFE IS RUINED! It’s best if you stay away MC.” He yells, his tears starts falling down and he turns around and starts to walk away.

“I NEED YOU!” You were desperate for him to stay, which explained why you yelled.

“Please don’t leave me! Hyun!” He stopped walking but he didn’t turn to face you.

“Who said my life is ruined? It’s only ruined without you in it. Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry! Is it because I’m handicapped? I promise to be better, I won’t be a burden to you! Just please, stay!” Were you not getting the point? Zen clenched his fists, he didn’t want you to think that it was your fault because it wasn’t.

His lips trembled as he heard the words escapes your lips.

“I’m sorry! Please don’t leave me again.” Your voice grew weaker as you no longer could hold back your tears as they came flooding down.

“I need you! Ever since I couldn’t walk, all I’ve been feeling is pain, frustration, emptiness. I…I’ve been searching for what was missing from my life the past few weeks and I know it’s you. P…please don’t leave me when I just found you.”

“You’re better off without me,MC.” He starts to walk again and you immediately try to stand up and go after him but your legs fails you and you hit the ground, a cry of pain leaving your lips. Zen turns around and his eyes widens when he sees you on the ground and runs towards you to help you up.

“I’M NOT! I CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT YOU! These past few weeks without you has been torture for me. Do you know what it’s like to constantly feel like you’re a burden to everyone around you? Do you know the frustrations of not being able to walk and constantly needing help? I needed someone to be there for me, someone to comfort me and encourage me. I NEEDED YOU HYUN! AND I STILL DO! I still need you!” He tries to help you back into your wheelchair but you clutched onto him, remaining on the ground, hugging him tightly.

Zen didn’t know what to do at that moment, he felt so conflicted.

“I’m dying emotionally, I can’t do this without you. Please don’t leave me.” You were shaking, though still not letting go of him. Zen looks at you and he feels another wave of tears coming but he does nothing to stop it.

He lets out a cry of pain as he broke down, letting every emotional pain that he had felt, out. He was sobbing hard, he had missed you so much, and being away from you was as good as death for him.

The two of you remained there in each other’s arms, letting every emotional pain out.

He pulled you closer to him, hugging you back, his chin resting on your head. Zen started to calm down, and he used his hands to wipe away his tears. “I’m sorry MC, I..I didn’t know. I thought it was better if you weren’t around me. I’m sorry.” He presses a kiss to your head.

“It’s..it’s not your fault, you know that right? P…Please tell me you do, because I…I don’t blame you, and I will never blame you.” Zen nods his head, his eyes squeezed shut,holding you tighter.

“I promise that I’ll never leave you again. I’ll be here if you ever need me.” He pulls away and one hand cups your face, his thumb wipes away your tears. He leans in closer until his lips touches yours, and at that very moment, every memory of him and you returns to you, but this time, there is no pain, only healing.

Sure, you were handicapped, you could not walk, but maybe now, it would not be as hard as it was back then, since Zen would be there with you each step of the way.

“Thank you.” You said to Zen and he begin pushing the wheelchair with you in it.

“Let’s go home MC.”

Suck It Up (Ethan smut)

Summary: Lots of fingersucking. Inspired by this ask and this gifset.
Word Count: 1,835
Warnings: Smutty smut. Fingersucking, kinda fingering. Idk.
A/N: oh lordy, I have a one way ticket to hell. I DO NOT KNOW WHERE THIS CAME FROM BUT I WANT TO TALK ABOUT FINGERSUCKING SO GET IN MY ASK AND LET’S GO.


The first time you caught yourself thinking of Ethan Dolan in a more than a friendly way, was when you’d been over at their house. A movie was playing in the background and the room was dark, but not dark enough thanks to the light coming from the large flatscreen. Your feet had been tucked under your legs where you were sitting on the far end of the L-shaped couch, wrapped in a blanket as you giggled along with the twins who were sitting right by you, so wrapped up in what was happening.

Ethan had complained about the unbearable heat, letting out small sighs of frustration as he pulled at the hem of his t-shirt, doing the occasional sweep with his fingers through his damp hair. He’d grimaced at the way you’d been wrapped in the soft blanket, a sweater pulled over your head, asking you how you weren’t dying in the heat. You were fine though. But he couldn’t take it, so he murmured something about getting something cold and rose up from the couch, shoulders slouched the way they always did when he walked; heading straight to the kitchen.

You’d thought none of it, that is until he returned and plopped down on the couch with a satisfied grin. He unwrapped the ice lolly and popped the treat into his mouth, and that was that. Your thoughts entered forbidden territory and you could feel your jaw slacken as you stared at your best friend since childhood sucking obscenely on the phallic shaped ice cream.

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YOI Fan Rec Friday

Hey everyone!! Sorry for uploading this so late, I’ve had a really busy day! Thank you for all your recs this week, I couldn’t include them all so if your rec isn’t on this post it will most likely be on next week’s list :)

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Write Me In C Major by Thehobbem, Teen, 55k (WIP)
Victor Nikiforov has just won his fifth GP and Worlds gold medals and doesn’t know where to go from here - but falls in love with Katsuki Yuuri’s music at first hearing. Meanwhile, Yuuri is just trying to bounce back from (what he thinks is) a series of flops when his idol shows up with absurd requests.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
The Structure of Trust by Axlaida, Teen, 52k
After a mission went horribly wrong, ex-CIA agent Yuuri Katsuki needed a career change, and Private Security was recommended by his former boss, Celestino Cialdini. Now trained as a bodyguard, Yuuri wants to overcome his past mistake and planned to take on his first assignment with confidence.When he heard that famous figure skating coach Yakov Feltsman had received multiple threats over the coming months and was the client to his first assignment, he was thankful that he hadn’t been assigned to bodyguard the coach. Yet, he never imagined he’d be hired as Victor Nikiforov’s bodyguard.

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Rec’d by @fullmetalkarneval13 :
Hopelessly Devoted by nerdlife4eva, Mature, 13k
As Yuuri adjusts to life in Russia as Viktor continues to be excited about the progression of their relationship. When Buzzfeed requests their participation in a love-themed Valentine’s Day couples article, Victor jumps at the chance, dragging a reluctant (but loving) Yuuri along with him.

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Rec’d by anonymous and anonymous:
clean up on aisle five by alipiee, Gen, 5.3k
(In which Viktor finds any excuse he can to see the cute boy who works at the supermarket

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Rec’d by @hawsome :
Radiance by hawesome_writes_poorly, Gen, 5k
In Zemlya, many people can aspire to become students of magic. Stars were the greatest mystery of anything within the magical ranks. No longer did anyone go into magic hoping to grow a star like most magicians did thousands of years ago. It was easier to charge common-folk for potions and spells than to do the impossible. To even witches, the dream of growing a star was an impossible fairytale. But then Yuri fell from the heavens.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
For Anything by Harky21, Gen, 6.4k
The last year skating and living with Victor has felt like a dream to Yuuri. When Victor gets injured at the Grand Prix Finals, the two learn that love and support mean more than any medal ever could.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Fragile, Handle With Care by vodkawrites, Teen, 17k (WIP)
The Pen Pal AU where Victor and Yuuri are pen pals but neither know who the other person really is that no one ever asked for.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
The Tsesarevich lives! by mtothedestiel, Explicit, 44k (WIP)
Victor is an orphan with no name, no family, and no memory of a time before he was ten years old. Could he really be the missing Nikiforov heir? An adventure across Europe with two conmen will lead him to the answer.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Don’t fly past me, darling (I’ve been in love with you since the beginning) by sibylla, 7k (WIP)
A drunken night at Phichit’s leads to Yuuri’s photos splashed across the Daily Prophet. A month later, World Quidditch Champion Viktor Nikiforov, Yuuri’s idol and not-so-secret crush, shows up at Hogwarts. His reason? To coach Yuuri.

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Rec’d by @yuurioniceismylife :
Bound to Please by paxton1976, Mature, 40k (WIP)
By a small twist of Fate, Viktor and Yuuri meet in the Katsuki’s secondhand bookstore ‘Bound to Please’. Friendship comes fast as they offer something the other has never experienced before. As they strengthen and grow individually, they realize the other holds the pieces to make them whole.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Canoe-dling: Not Prohibited by shereadsthestars, Mature, 12k
Yuuri is a seasoned counselor at Camp Okenoko who thought he was in for just another run of the mill, shenanigan filled summer with his friends. But he could not have been more wrong as he’s inevitably blindsided by the newest arrival. Enter one Viktor Nikiforov, who’s got the charms and good looks to woo whomever he pleases, and who’s interest is instantly peaked by none other than, Yuuri Katsuki.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
The Bulge (Don’t Bring a Weapon to a Public Beach) by nagoyadelay, Mature, 2.9k
Victor posts a photo of Yuuri on instagram without realizing that it’s somewhat suggestive. A thirsty skating fandom collectively loses their shit.

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Rec’d by @fiorelilyicecastle :
All things must die (except you and I) by Fiorelily, Mature, 24k (WIP)
Yuuri is used to being the creepy God of Death in the corner that no one dares talk to. He’s the harbinger to end all things and the world’s sorrow lands on his doorstep with every new shade. When the God of Spring, with his shining smile and silver-minted hair, tramples on the God of Death’s moment, the Unseen one’s wrath is terrible. Even worse is when Viktor creates an eternal spring of life to fly in the face of Yuuri’s entire purpose.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
The Selection by Galloping_Monroe, Mature, 70k (WIP)
Returning home on the tail end of an injury that ends his dancing career, Yuri Katsuki is trying to find his future again. As a Five, he knows his options are limited, but when he finds an invitation to Crown Prince Victor Nikiforov’s Selection, he is convinced by a friend to apply.He never thought he’d be Selected. When he is, he finds that his world is changed forever, and that the Crown Prince is not exactly what he’d expected.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Kintsugi by witchbane, Explicit, 78k (WIP) ***Graphic depictions of violence (check the tags!)
Yuuri Katsuki is a hitman burdened with a debt he can never repay. His target: Viktor Nikiforov, next Pakhan to one of the most dangerous families in the Russian mafia.When the two are drawn into a treacherous alliance after a mission gone wrong, the bonds of love and loyalty to family and duty begin to unravel—even as they get more tangled up in each other.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
touch me, save my life by keskasi, Explicit, 6.9k (WIP)
A catalogue of first times.


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THE MANDELA EFFECT [BARRY ALLEN]

summary: in which barry allen returns to the original timeline and discovers that he has gained another seemingly important person to his life.

a/n: this was supposed to be a fanfic of mine in my wattpad account but since i’m such a lazy ass person, i couldn’t continue the story so i decided to just post the what is supposed to be the prologue here.

if you ain’t familiar with the mandela effect, it is the psychological phenomenon in which a person recalls something that did not occur. so in this imagine, the reader is obviously the one who is dealing with the mandela effect.

[Y/E/C – YOUR EYE COLOR]
[Y/S/T – YOUR SKIN TONE]

PART 2, PART 3, PART 4

Masterlist + Request here!

Barry was very confused on why there was a girl lying beside him when he woke up. Her arm was on top of his stomach while her face was buried on his neck. He could feel her breath fanning over his skin that it made his cheeks turn slightly red because of how close and comfortable this girl seemed to be.

The last events that occurred yesterday were like a blur for Barry Allen.

After Eobard Thawne had supposedly brought him back to the original timeline where both of his parents were dead, he was welcomed with the news that Joe and Iris weren’t in good nor speaking terms for a reason he was yet to know. Wally then told him that he should just probably go back to his apartment, in which he did, and when he got there, he can specifically remember climbing into bed with no one but himself to occupy it.

So what was this stranger doing here?

With the sudden loud sound of the alarm to break his confusion, Barry jumped that led him to fall down face first on the floor. The girl slowly opened her eyes at the noise and peaked down to see what happened.

“You okay?” she asked before reaching out and pushing the button down that made the alarm clock to stop.

Barry grunted, “Uh, yeah.”

He turned around and finally had a good look at her features.

Her eyes were a beautiful shade of y/e/c. She had a y/s/t complexion, a warm smile, and a face that Barry was quickly attracted to that it confused him even more to be with her.

She grinned, noticing his gaze. “Well, aren’t you going to stand up?”

He blushed again, immediately pushing himself and standing up. He took stolen glances at the girl as she too did the same, still confused on who she was and what was she doing here.

“I’m sorry I arrived late yesterday.” she began, “It’s just that I had a lot of papers to work on last night and you know how I am with wanting to get work done easily.”

Barry smiled at her, “It’s okay.”

She raised an eyebrow, “Really? You’re okay with it? Because I was under the expression you would be mad.”

“Why would I be mad?” he asked.

The girl fixed her hair into a ponytail. “I don’t know. You were always so annoyed whenever I worked too much.”

Barry followed her out of the room. “Well, I guess I would.”

She suddenly stopped walking that made him halt. “Barry, are you okay?”

He gulped nervously. “Yes, why?”

“Well, I don’t expect you to be fine after what happened to Henry, but you seem to be … different this morning.” she replied.

Now that made Barry even more curious on who this girl exactly was.

Before he could even respond though, a phone call interrupted their conversation and the stranger quickly got her cellphone from the bedside table. Barry took this an opportunity to take a good look at his surroundings in inhuman speed to get unnoticed.

The first thing that caught his eye was the picture frame, which had a photo of him and the said girl with their bodies close together. The background was undeniably from the precinct, and what made him furrow his eyebrows was how he was looking at her in the picture; full of love and admiration.

He placed the frame down and moved on to the opened envelope beside it, picking up and turning it around to see that it was addressed to a person named Y/N Y/L/N, and he didn’t need to think hard enough to figure out that it was the girl with him inside the room.

Barry went back to his original position and waited until Y/N was finished with her phone call. When she was indeed done, he was still standing by the doorway to wait for her.

She sighed, “It was Singh, he said he needed to see me ASAP.”

“Singh?” Barry couldn’t help but blurt out.

Y/N nodded. “Yup.” she confirmed, walking towards the bathroom now instead of the kitchen.

“You work for Singh?” he repeated again.

“Of course, I do.” she raised an eyebrow. “Why do you look so lost? You know, Joe told me that little stunt you pulled off last night and I must say that he is not impressed.”

He was speechless then. From the way Y/N has been acting around him, it was obvious that she was something much more to Barry’s life than just someone he knew. Y/N was aware that he was the Flash, she talked to Joe, and she was working for Singh; but the most extraordinary thing about her is that the way she acted towards him was as if she was his girlfriend.

“Bar.” she snapped her fingers in front of him. “Are you alright?”

Barry blinked rapidly, “Uh, yeah, I just remembered that I needed to do something, uh, important.” he replied. “Let me just head over to S.T.A.R. Labs. I’ll see you later.”

Before she could say anything, Barry already sped away and was already gone, determined to know what other changes did this brand new timeline offered him.

Three’s Company (Part 1): His Sister’s Keeper

Title:  Three’s Company: His Sister’s Keeper

Author:  Mimi @captain-rogers-beard

Summary:  After breaking up with your fiance, you’re forced to move in with your twin brother, Bucky, and his best friend and roommate, Steve. Living with your brother is one thing. Living with the man you’ve harbored a crush on for the majority of your life is another. What could possibly go wrong?

Characters: Steve Rogers, James “Bucky” Barnes, Female Reader (Y/N Barnes), Brock Rumlow (mentioned)

Word Count:  1687

Rating: PG-13

Warnings:  some angst, bad break-up, mentions of cheating.

Author’s Notes:  This is my first Marvel AU and series. I write SPN on @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog. I drew inspiration from the television show “Three’s Company,”  the movie “What’s Your Number?” and a bunch of other things. Thank you to the amazing @mamapeterson and @climbthatmooselikeatree for helping me - beta work, bouncing ideas off of them, and overall encouraging me.

***My work is not to be posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

Originally posted by dailychrisevans

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Magic Mike

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Featuring: Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, María Hill and Wanda Maximoff.

Words: 2456

Warnings: swearing, fighting, fluff? and make out session.

Tags: @vashanatasha

Request: requested by Anonymous:

“Can i request? Bucky and reader doesn’t get along and in a movie night the girls decide to watch magic mike II with the rest of the team and Bucky and Steve judging the whole movie because “they’re dancing like they’re having sex” and Bucky and reader starts to throw some sassy comments on each other something like that please”

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Originally posted by lovelynemesis

MASTERLIST


“Good thing you have a super metal arm huh?”

Bucky took a deep breath through his nose and looked at you, trying to ignore the urge to throw something at that stupid smirk of you. He was trying to open a jar of jelly and for some stupid reason, the lid wouldn’t even move. Of course he could try with his metal arm, which would be much easier but it would also end up in him breaking the jar.

But you didn’t get that, right? All you did was teasing him and throw sarcastic comments at him every single time you had a chance. Of course, it wasn’t all you. He wouldn’t shut up either. It hadn’t always been like this. When you two met, you had really got along perfectly. Up until Steve’s birthday party. No one really knew what happened then between you two but thing had never been the same and you never explained anything. So it was a completely mystery for everyone.

“Can’t you just keep your mouth shut for two minutes straight?” He snapped at you.

“Sure I can” you shrugged walking in the kitchen and heading to the fridge. “But where would be the fun?” You asked.

He took another deep breath and focused back on the jar. You smirked as you saw him fighting the object as you drank some water. When you put the bottle back into the fridge, you walked over him and stretched out the hand. Bucky looked at you frowning and, with a sigh, he gave to you.

Smirking, you took the jar, smashed the border of it against the counter as you turned it and flipped the lid open. With a huge smile you gave it to him.

“Welcome to the XXI century, Sargent Barnes” you said as he took the jar back from you. “Let me know if you have any problem opening a door. They can get tricky”

With that, you exited the kitchen knowing you had won this time.

 


“She’s so annoying!” Bucky exclaimed. He was at the conferences room with Steve while the Captain finished some mission report. “I don’t know how you put up with her and her attitude” he added crossing his arms.

“She’s not bad” Steve said for the hundredth time. “What happened between you two? When you met her it even looked like you liked her” he shrugged.

“I didn’t know her. That was the problem” Bucky replied. “Luckily I did it on time” he sighed.

Steve looked at Bucky for a moment before shaking his head. He had been giving the same answers for months now and he just didn’t believe them. He knew something had happened, something they didn’t want to talk about. But asking was useless so he just tried to be patience and hope that thing went back to how they used to be at the beginning.

When Steve finished his report, he put everything in order before heading towards the living room with Bucky, planning on watching a movie or a game. Just looking forward some distraction. To their surprise, the living room and the TV were already taken: Natasha, María, Wanda and you were sitting on the couches with popcorns all around and a movie playing on the TV.

“Hey there” Steve said placing his hands on the back of one of the sofas, where María and Natasha were sitting. “What are you watching?” He asked looking at the screen.

“Magic Mike” Wanda answered, not taking her eyes off the TV.

“Never heard of it” Bucky commented.

“I would be surprised if you had” Natasha chuckled.

“Why?” He frowned.

“Too new for you, grandpa” you said looking at him.

He gave you a death glare but you had turned your attention back to the TV with a small smile.

“Don’t start” María sighed.

“It wasn’t me” Bucky mumbled.

This time you decided to be silent since you didn’t want to ruin girls night because of him. Instead, you grabbed some popcorns and ate them from your hand. Steve and Bucky looked at each other before shrugging and sitting with you. Steve sat with Wanda and you and Bucky with Natasha and María, taking some popcorns from the bowl.

None of them really understood what the movie was about but when the first dancing scene came up, their jaws fell down and their eyes stuck out from their orbits. What was that? That wasn’t dancing! That was naughty!

“What kind of movie is this? Porn?” Steve frowned looking at all of you, making you laugh.

“I would really watch a porn movie if Matt Bomer was in it” you smirked.

“Amen to that” Wanda laughed by your side.

“But what the fuck?” Bucky exclaimed. “They’re dancing like they were having sex!” He added.

“You’re a virgin, right?” You said laughing. He narrowed his eyes looking at you.

“I’m not” he said.

“Then if you think that’s sex I’m sorry for the girls you had in your bed” you told him with a smirk.

“You wish you were one of them” he snapped. You raised an eyebrow at the statement.

“Sorry, I’m not into old people, darling” you said. “Cardiac arrest is not exactly a turn on for me” you added.

“How can you be such a bitch?” He said, louder now. Natasha sighed and paused the movie, knowing this wasn’t going to be over soon.

“How can you be such an egocentric asshole?” You snapped back.

“Guys…” Steve said trying to stop you before a real fight started.

“C’mon! You’re crazy for me just admit it!” He exclaimed.

“How you dare!?” You almost screamed, getting up from the couch. He mirrored your action and walked over you.

“I do dare! Just fucking admit it” he said in your face now.

“What for? So you can go and mess with my best friend all over again?” You yelled.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” He asked. “You’re the one who messed with another one! I saw you!”

“You’re blind if you think you saw anything!” You said pushing him with both of your hands.

“What the hell are you guys talking about?” Natasha asked.

You looked at him, breathing fast but trying to calm down. It was the first time that night came up and you definitely weren’t ready to have a conversation about it. Let alone, a fight.

“During Steve’s birthday she left with Parker” he stated.

“I what? Are you out of your mind?” You exclaimed opening your eyes widely.

“I saw you going upstairs with him and you can deny that!” He exclaimed back.

“You’re sick. You’re completely sick” you said in a normal tone now. “He was about to pass out drunk. I took him to his room, came downstairs and saw you with Maggie” you explained. “Peter is 15, Bucky, what the fuck?”

Bucky frowned as he looked down at you and gulped. Actually, that made much more sense than what he had imagined. And he had been an asshole and had started flirting with your best friend as soon as you disappeared upstairs with the Parker kid. He gulped and looked around, not knowing what to say or do. All the eyes were on him, including yours, looking at him hurt and confused, waiting for an answer.

“I gotta go” he mumbled, turned around and walked towards the elevator.

You stood there, looking at him walk away and disappearing into the elevator. You weren’t even sure about what had just happened. All you knew was that you were so confused and didn’t know what to think.



You didn’t even finish the movie. When Bucky left, you excused yourself and went to your room, trying to digest what just happened. So everything had been a misunderstanding. A huge one, leading to Bucky and you hating each other, or trying to, when you would have ended up together. Everything would have been so easy if you had talked to him. But no, you had to assume the worst.

Dinner wasn’t in your plans that night so you just laid in your bed for hours, trying to fall asleep and failing miserably. You just couldn’t take it out of your head. What would have happened if you had talked to him that night?

“Miss (Y/L/N), Mr Barnes is at your door. Should I let him in?” You frowned when you heard F.R.I.D.A.Y.

Sitting up, you quickly considered your options. Of course, you could just say no and spend the whole night awake, overthinking everything. But what would be the point? You knew you had to have this conversation and the sooner you had it, the sooner you could move on. You told the AI to let him in.

“Hey” he said as soon as he was in and he had closed the door.

“Hi” you said, feeling a bit uncomfortable and nervous.

“I guess we have to talk” he said, with his hands in his pockets. You gulped and nodded, palming the bed beside you so he took a seat.

A bit insecure about it, he looked at you for a moment and then sat down next to you but keeping his distance, not knowing what this was going to work out.

“I think this is the first time we’re alone in a room since…you know” you commented.

“Have you already forgotten the elevator incident?” He asked looking down at his boots.

“Oh…of course” you chuckled a little. “That was interesting” you sighed. He nodded and looked at you at the same time you looked at him. “What happened that night?” You finally asked. He bit his lip and looked down again.

“I…” he frowned and sighed, as he remembered the night. “I had been watching you the whole night, you know? I remember you looking at me every now and then, smiling at me, even dancing with him. And suddenly I saw you with Peter. He had his arm around your shoulder and you had yours around his waist. You were coming upstairs” he gulped. “It looked… I got jealous. More than ever before. I thought you and I had something and I saw that and I snapped, I was hurt so I…looked for your friend” he admitted. “You saw the rest”

“It was first Peter’s party with us. His first time drinking alcohol” you explained. “He got too drunk too fast, what was I supposed to do? Leave him there?” You asked looking at him. He shook his head but still didn’t look at you. “Why didn’t you just talk to me?”

“I don’t know” he admitted. “It was stupid, I know and you have no idea how sorry I am” he added finally looking at you.

Immediately you looked away, not being ready to face those piercing blue eyes. You bite your lip as you considered what to do next. Everything had been a confusion but still, he had made out with your friend in your face and, according to his own words, he had done it just to hurt you. But he was hurt. For something that hadn’t happened but still, he was hurt. What would have you done if you were in his shoes? Probably the same. With a sigh, you looked at him to find him still looking at you.

“Why did you leave earlier?” You asked. He chuckled and sat up properly since he was leaned forward.

“Same reason I didn’t talk to you that night” he shrugged. “I was afraid of facing the truth. I didn’t want to face the fact that I had lost you for no reason at all” you nodded at his confession and looked at your hands. “I really am sorry. For…what I did with your friend and how I’ve been treating you ever since”, you laughed and looked at him.

“It’s not like I have make it easy for you” you shrugged.

“You had your reasons” he smiled a little and took some hair out of your face.

“Maybe but I should have talked to you sooner as well” you admitted. “I’m an idiot” you sighed.

“We’re both idiots” he smiled at you.

“But you were right about something” you said turning your body so you were facing him completely. He frowned a bit. “First, you and I had something” you said taking his hand in yours. He gulped looking down at it and then up to your eyes. “And second, I am crazy about you” you admitted.

He smiled widely at your words and moved a bit closer to you, still not really sure about this. He guessed you wanted it too but still, he didn’t want to screw up again. Not now, not ever. You bite your lip and straddled him, showing it was completely alright. You wanted him too. His hands moved to your hips to steady you as your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer.

You had never been this close to him, you had never even kissed him. The chance had never been there. But there you were, inches away and somehow still hesitating. You looked into his eyes and then down at his lips. They were parted, letting his warm breath crash against your own mouth. You licked your lips leaning in a bit more but when he bite his bottom lip, you were done for. Immediately, you closed the tiny gap between you two and kissed him deeply. Putting into this kiss all the frustration you had gathered through the last few months, your hands pulled his hair lightly, earning a moan from him that made you smirk but didn’t pull away.

Bucky’s hands moved up and down your back, slipping under your t-shirt and caressing your skin, giving you goosebumps when his metal hand touched your skin. He moved it away for a moment but you took it and put it back against your skin. It was a part of him and you loved it. Eventually, you two pulled away, breathing fast as you pressed your forehead against his.

“We never got to kiss” you whispered. He chuckled a little and pecked your lips.

“We have time enough to make up for it” he replied opening his eyes to find you smiling.

“Then we should start with it” you smirked.

“What about that old people thing?” He teased. You laughed and pushed him so he was laying on the bed, with you on his top.

“Shut up and kiss me, Barnes” you commanded.

“As you wish” he whispered. With a hand on your neck, he pulled you down to his lips and kissed you again, not pulling away this time and rolling over so he was on your top as you took away his t-shirt.

Warmth || Peter Parker Imagine

Paring: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1,498 words

Request by anon:  hello i would like to request a peter parker x reader imagine where there dating and he has a nightmare about her dying and he goes to her apartment and cuddles her and the next day he’s all clingy but she doesn’t mind it at all? can you make it really cute please?

No Homecoming Spoilers (I mean, I mentioned Adrian Toomes as the villain but I mean, that’s kind of implied)

A/N: RIP Tom’s curls. i edited it but my computer did something weird so some words could be scrambled.

masterlist


Originally posted by clutterbucky


“No, please! Please don’t hurt her.” Peter screamed at the top of his lungs as he was in his Spider-Man suit with his mask off, chained to the wall behind him. He was pulling and tugging the chains, trying to get out of them to hold his girlfriend.

Y/N sat before him, leaning against a wall not chained down due to the hours of torture she endured that made her body too weak to do anything. Tear streaks laced her cheeks as a man, with his back to Peter, was leaning over a trey of tools. ​"Now, Mr. Parker,“ the man turned around with a knife in one hand and electrically charged wires in the other, the man was the Vulture, “which one should I use?”

Peter screamed while he pulled at the chains again, his wrists bleeding profoundly. “You don’t have to do this Adrian. You don’t have to. Please don’t hurt her. You want me remember?! So, just hurt me!” Sweat was sticking to his forehead and tears were falling from his eyes.

“We won’t tell anyone. No one has to know what happened, if that’s what you want, just please stop hurting her.” Peter begged, wanting to end the pain that Y/N was feeling so intensely. Adrian sighed, putting the knife down on the trey, placing the wires in both of his hands. “Sorry Peter, but you know I can’t do that.” He stated with a hint of sarcasm. He then placed the wires onto her abdomen, smiling wickedly at her screams of pain.

Peter screamed with her, his eyes filling with more and more tears. Adrian pulled the wires away, tossing them recklessly onto the ground. He picked up two more weapons, turning to Peter once again, “I think you should answer me this time, kid. Which should I use to kill her?”  He pulled one hand out from behind his back, “this one?” directing Peter’s attention to the knife. “Or this one?” He asked, revealing his other hand to show the silver gun.

He heard Y/N sob, making Peter pinch his eyes closed. “Please don’t do this,” He whispered, looking up at the man with watery eyes as he looked at him from where he was kneeling.

Adrian ‘tsk'ed as he put the knife down again. “Why don’t you ever answer me? I hate having to decide these things on my own. You have no idea how hard it is.” He pointed the gun at Y/N’s temple, making her sobs turn even more frantic. “Please! Just stop this!” Peter shouted, pulling and tugging at the chains.

Adrian glared at him, shaking his head slightly as he looked back at the gun in his hand, “Too late.” Before Peter knew it, Adrian pulled the trigger and Y/N’s eyes closed for the last lime.

Peter screamed at the top of his lungs when he saw her body fall on its side. “I’ll kill you you son of a bitch! You here me?! I’m gonna fucking kill you!” He shouted while Adrian laughed menacingly. Before Peter knew what was happening, the man came closer and closer to him, everything suddenly turning black.

He sat up, sweat drenching has back with the pale moonlight shining through his window. Peter was letting out quick and jagged breaths as he threw the covers off his body. He stumbled out of his bed, searching for a pair of pants to wear. He pulled the grey sweatpants over his legs before throwing on his Midtown sweatshirt and stepping into his shoes.

Grabbing his phone and stuffing it in his pocket, Peter opened his bedroom window. Climbing out of the warm, cozy room and into the dark,cold night.

The walk, or run, to Y/N’s apartment felt like it took hours, even if it was only around 10 minutes. The entire way there, tears kept flying out of his eyes. Peter just wanted to see her, hold her and never let go. He arrived at her building, climbing up the fire escape that was by her window. He pulled the glass upwards, enough to get his body through.

As he steadied himself in her room, he was able to see her asleep on her bed. Her chest rising and falling as she let out short breaths. Peter sighed, taking off his shoes and climbing into the bed behind her. He held her body closed to his chest, placing his forehead in between her shoulders.

“You’re okay,” He whispered, closing his eyes as a few tears escaped. Soon, sleep met Peter’s mind, along with peaceful and happy dreams.

Y/N woke up the next morning when her alarm started blaring. She moved her body to turn of the noise but she wasn’t able to move far due to arms wrapped around her body. She looked over her body to see Peter, his soft curls covering his eyes while he snuggled closer to the pillow under him.

She stretched her arm further to turn off her alarm. She didn’t want to disturb Peter, but she had to wake him up for school. “Peter,” she whispered softly, shaking his shoulders a little bit. He stirred, pinching his eyes before slowly opening them. A soft smile appeared on his lips, “Hey Y/N.”

“Hey, Peter,” She chuckled, running a hand through his curls, “Why are you here? Not that I don’t want you here. His smile dimmed, "I just really needed to see you.” Y/N stood up off her bed, holding his hand to drag her with him.

“I have to go home, and uh, get ready for school.” He stood up and held her in his arms. She turned her head up, standing on her tippy toes to connect their lips together. Peter relaxed at the feeling, not ever wanting to leave her grasp. She pulled away, patting his arm lightly. “See ya later Spidey.”

The entire day, Peter couldn’t keep his hands off of Y/N. On the subway to school, he kept falling asleep on her shoulder. At lunch, he had his arm around her waist to keep her closer to him. When he walked her to class his lips lingered on hers longer than they usually did. He even gave her his grey sweater so that she could have a small piece of him while he wasn’t in her classes. In the classes they had together, he had his hand clasped around hers.

As much as Y/N loved the small acts of his affection, she knew that Peter was acting weird ever since she saw him this morning.

After school, Y/N went over to his place to watch movies, do homework and just hang out. It felt like the perfect time to ask him about how strange he’s been acting. “Hey Peter?” Y/N asked, laying on the couch with her head on his chest as he was playing with her hair. He mumbled a small, ‘hm’ admiring her while she turned down the volume on the T.V.

She sat up a little, turning her body so that she could make eye contact with him. “Is everything okay? You’ve been acting super weird today.” She asked as she was playing with his fingers as their hands were held together. Peter sighed, sitting up on the sofa, with his legs crossed. Y/N sat in front of him with the same posture.

He held both of her hands in his, rubbing his thumbs across the back of her hands, not looking into her eyes. “Last night,” he started, but cleared his throat, “I had a nightmare. A-A terrible nightmare. Vulture, he came back. And I don’t know how we go there but we were both in this small room. I was chained to a wall while he-he was torturing you.” Peter sniffled, and Y/N’s eyes softened.

“He held a gun to your head, Y/N. And he pulled the trigger before I could stop him,” he looked up at Y/N with tears filling up his eyes, “That’s why I went to your house last night. I was scared and I thought I actually lost you, Y/N.”

Y/N moved from her position to configure herself in his arms. His tears soaked her shirt as he nuzzled his head into the crook of her neck. “You didn’t lose me Peter and you never will.”

He leaned back, pressing his forehead against hers. “I love you so much.” He whispered, pressing their lips together. He loved the feeling of their lips together. It made him feel content with to world. It made him feel like he could do anything he wanted. They pulled away at the same time. “I love you too, Pete.” She smiled, joining their lips together again.

Sharing is Caring

Title: Sharing is Caring

Pairing: Reader x Jared x Jensen (no J2 action)

Word Count: 2,500

Warning: It’s a threesome, so it’s basically all smut

Summary: You are dating Jared Padalecki. One night, after you’ve gone to bed, Jared has Jensen and their friend Matt over. Matt thinks it would be funny if Jensen slid into bed, pretending to be Jared, to see how badly they could scare you. Little did they know that you hadn’t fallen asleep just yet and heard the entire conversation outside the bedroom door.


“Matt, you do it.” Jared hissed.

“Hell no! Y/N’s gonna kill me. Jensen, you do it!”

“Oh, right, sure. Just let me be the one to get their ass kicked.” There was a slight paused before you heard Jensen mutter, “fuck, alright.”

Smiling to yourself, you did your best to stay still as the door pushes open. All of the boys were laughing quietly as you felt the bed dip next to you. Pretending to shift in your sleep, you rolled over, draping an arm and a leg over ‘Jared’.

Nuzzling your head into his chest you took a deep breath and muttered, “mmm I love it when you smell like Jensen.”

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Slipping Away- Newt Scamander x Reader

Request: Your writing is my life. Can I request something hella angsty. i dont care what it is but i need angst. Also can it be a happy ending? thanks

A/n: I love writing angst, also sorry this is kind of late

Warnings: insecurities, implied emotional breakdowns, angsty themes everywhere, slight swearing

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You sat combing your wet hair in the bathroom as drops of water from the faucet still echoed throughout, breaking the eerie silence. You allowed the comb to weave and untangle the messy locks of your hair before you hung the towel back up on its rack. With a sigh, you turned back towards the mirror, which was now fogging slightly. Your eyes were tired and your face lacked its usual perky smile, for its existence had long been faded. The water drops ceased, leaving you in silence once more, a sound you were far too accustomed to in recent times.

Newt had been spending so much time away in his habitats recently, and it was beginning to have a negative effect on you. You knew in your heart that the beasts were important to him, they were important to you as well, but he had spent days working constantly on his book, and you longed for some sort of affection besides a brief hug or kiss every now and then. Even now he was hard at work inside of his case, probably watching the occamies again since they had just hatched.

All you wanted was some attention, a sign that he was still there. The two of you had been dating for about a year or so now, and you thought he still loved you. If he did, then he wasn’t showing it or even really making an attempt to. You felt a dull throbbing ache in your chest on a daily basis. It often worsened as you prepared breakfast by yourself in your empty kitchen with nothing but a light jazz record to accompany you, or when you would end up falling asleep in a cold bed, only to wake up the next morning in the same state. You just needed someone to love, someone to talk to. By now you were starting to wonder as to what would happen if you just disappeared, if you just vanished into thin air or ceased to exist. He didn’t really need you anyways. If anything you stood in his way, he could easily live without you.

You readjusted your sweater collar before unlocking the door and heading out into the main room, only to stop in your tracks at the sight before you.

Newt was standing in your shared bedroom doorway, holding what appeared to be a worn blue notebook.

‘Oh no,’ you thought as a wave of anxiety washed over your form. You wanted to shrink away into a darkened hole and never come back out.

Newt stood slightly hunched over as he flipped through the pages of the notebook. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, shock, and hurt. What he didn’t know is that this notebook just so happened to be the one where his love wrote all of their deepest and darkest feelings. Tear stains and ink splotches dotted the page margins and creased lay darkened. His oceanic eyes scanned each word, stabbing his heart with a jagged knife. The entries all varied, but each had been written with a common theme.

October 2, 1925
Today I am feeling more lonely than usual, and the feeling itself is rather unsettling. I’m trying to occupy myself, but I still think that the pain would subside if Newt were here. However, I can’t interrupt is work, even though he’s been so busy with it. Sometimes I wish he would just take a break for once…

October 19, 1925
Another empty bed, and another sleepless night.


October 27, 1925
Newt and I got into a small disagreement today, and we haven’t spoken for a bit. I hope our relationship, or whatever is left of it, can survive. He’s been a bit more distant, and I know that he’s off working on his novel, but I really do miss him. Sometimes I wonder if he would be happier if I were gone, so that he could maybe be with someone else who isn’t as annoying or clingy or stupid. Maybe he can find another pretty and kind person to snuggle up to at night.
I wonder if he still cares or thinks about me. I prepared his favorite tea, hoping he would come back up for dinner, but he didn’t. I miss him, but I guess I can’t interrupt him.


He paused, and then looked at the most recent entry, which was dated to yesterday.

November 3, 1925
I don’t know how much more of this I can take. I know he doesn’t hate me, but I can’t take being alone anymore. Maybe he’s purposely avoiding me, and maybe that’s why he doesn’t talk or hug or kiss me as much as he used to. If I had been better or smarter, or perhaps more beautiful would he have stayed? Am I that annoying and hard to be around to the point where my own boyfriend may not love me anymore?



Newt wasn’t able to make it through the final passage. It stung his heart and eyes too much. Sobs were choked back as his hands began to shake violently out of anger, not really towards you, but towards himself. Just then, a thud brought him back out of his thoughts.

You had accidentally dropped the comb in your hand, causing it to create a sound causing Newt’s worries and concerned expression to face towards you. He closed the book softly as if it were fashioned out of glass and he moved towards you. Your heartrate and breathing raced in panic as the world swirled around you.

Newt was probably furious, angry and packed with rage that you thought or said things like that about him, and not even towards his face. You had been selfish, he was only trying to write his book, but oh no, you had to be a pathetic person and desire attention at all hours of the day. You wanted to rip your hair out and scream, as you felt slightly betrayed that he had found the book from its hidden space under your side of the bed and read it, scanning over each word with his own two crystal eyes. You feared his reaction. If your relationship wasn’t over yet, it soon would be for sure. His eyes and face were already turning red and you braced yourself for the worst. You prepared for him to scream and yell and spit words furiously at you. You expected a full blown fight like never before. Your heart shattered into smaller remains, stabbing you from the inside out and pricking your chest. Your lungs became filled with toxic smoke, and all you needed was oxygen, but its freedom was nowhere to be found. You feared for darkness. You feared for a dark storm cloud. You feared for hell itself as you shut your eyes and covered your waterfalls of flowing tears with your tingling and shaking hands.

The darkness never came, but was instead, replaced with a warm embrace. The icy atmosphere and tension were slowing thawing away, like winter into spring as daisies and daffodils began to sprout through the last frost.

Newt had started to cry, and not just a few tears, but audible bawling surrounded by pain and aches. His voice was strangled, like someone was clutching his throat, forbidding speech from escaping his lips. His freckles glistened from the rivers that passed over them. He held you as if trying to keep all of your pieces together before sinking to the ground with you still in his arms. By now, all of the emotions and tears that had been locked up in your caged heart for weeks began to escape through the cracks, and your body trembled. Newts hand held your head as the coolness of your damp hair splashed onto his hands and cheeks, mixing with his salty tears.

“Y/n, why in the name of bloody Merlin didn’t you tell me that y-you felt like t-this? Why m-my darling? W-why!?” he choked out loudly, as he was now cross with himself for making you revel in this much pain and suffering for so long. He wasn’t wearing his coat, but he was still warm, as opposed to your shivering and shaking body.

“I-I didn’t want to bother you. Besides Newt, w-we’re so distant now.”

“Darling we aren’t that distant though-,”

“Newt when was the last time we had any time together huh? When was the last time you said I love you like you genuinely meant it?”

Newt opened his mouth to speak, but words didn’t come out. Instead another round of tears followed as he still continued to hold you as if you were going to disappear away from him.

“I am the shittiest boyfriend to ever live. Y/n I’m so sorry that I’ve d-done this to you, you must hate me! I don’t deserve you, oh what have I done! I’ve broken you. I need to fix you, How can I fix you!?” he panicked, and all he wanted to do was capture your lips, but he knew he shouldn’t cross that line right now. Hell, he may not even be able to call himself your boyfriend after this.

Your sobbing mixed with the sound of his, and you didn’t mean to sound so angry or snappy. Carefully, you brought your thumb under his eye to wipe a tear stream away, the touch causing him to look up from where he had buried his face in your chest.

“N-Newt?” you asked in a silenced whisper and almost ghostlike.

“Yes m-my dar-, yes Y/n?” he responded, pausing before he could say the word ‘darling’ as he wasn’t sure if he deserved the allowance to do so.

“Do you still love me?”

Newt’s heart crashed and splintered, like glass thrown against a wall. This was all his fault. He made you feel this way, he made you feel unloved and undesirable. This was all his doing, and he had been so involved in his life and where it was going that he didn’t realize that he was harming himself in the process.

“Of c-course I do. I love you so much Y/n. a simple apology won’t m-m-make this go away, I know that. But love I am sorry, I am so sorry that I have put you through this hell. I understand if you don’t love me though, I wouldn’t love me either right n-now.”

The notebook was long discarded as you pulled yourself closer into Newt’s chest, which began to rise and fall irregularly from all of his painful sobs. He reacted by grabbing your waits and pulling you closer and shielding you, as if he needed to protect your from the world.

“I still love you Newt.”

“Y-you do?”

“Of course, I was just upset, and it was my fault anyway-,”

“Don’t even finish that sentence Y/n. This had nothing to do with you. I was the idiot who was too stupid and blind to see that my own darling was suffering alone. I love you my dear and I’ll do anything and everything to fix this, please. Please Y/n I can’t lose you. This is all my fault and I can only hope that you’ll forgive me.”

Your breathing had begun to fall back to a normal rate, and you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a gentle, yet still desired kiss. Newt hesitated to kiss back at first, not because he didn’t want to, but because he was scared of hurting you more. His lips smoothed over yours and sweetly massaged against yours, as the passion within him ignited. He held onto you still, afraid that you would break if he let you go. Your hand graced his stubble, and he brushed his hand through your wet hair, sending a shiver down both of your spines. He began to move his hands back down to your waist to scoop you up into his firm arms, and this movement made you break the kiss.

“Newt what are you doing?”

He kissed your lips again, shuffling the notebook away as it slid across the floor.

“I’m taking my love for some alone time.”

“B-But Newt…”

“No, this is long overdue, and I was an idiot. You deserve this, and I shouldn’t have made you hurt like I did. Now please, I need you in my arms right now, I need to show you how much I love you.”

You pressed your head against his chest and you nodded sleepily, as the emotional breakdown had worn you out a bit. Newt noticed and kissed you hair before proceeding to wrap you in a blanket from off of your shared couch. His heartbeat echoed in your ears, as it began to lull you into an aura of comfort once more.

The two of you may have hit a bumpy road, but the two of you were strong. He didn’t mean to hurt you, you understood that, and you knew that everything would be okay. You heard him mutter an ‘I love you’ as he carried and set you onto your shared bed before he curled up next to you. His arms wrapped around you after he kicked his boots off, and the two of you made up for lost cuddles as you each dozed off on the protection of each other.

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http://unscriptedtimetraveler.tumblr.com/post/156427727241/masterlist-thing

Redeem Me [Draco x Reader (x Harry), Three]

A/N: Whoa I wrote this all at like 12 AM and i don’t know if its okay. also, I’m gonna go ahead and title it Draco x Reader x Harry because thats basically what it is right now. Don’t worry, it’s still a Draco fic. Also, I don’t usually post another fic this early after just posting another one. just a heads up :)

Word Count: 1,390

Warnings: A N G ER !!! cursing. song fic

Summary: Part three to Break Me.

Part One/Part Two/Part Four/Part Five

Tags: @weasleyswizardwheezs @fandomlover03 @tiny-strawberry- @missidontknowwhatimdoing (Tell me if you would like to be tagged! Please specify if you would like to be tagged for the series or for a single chapter, thank you!)


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BASED OFF THE SONG ‘Happier’ BY ED SHEERAN.

Originally posted by nellaey


It had been exactly one month. One month that (Name) had broke it off with Draco, one month since he had broken something seemingly unbreakable, and a little under one month since Harry’s feelings for (Name) flourished. 

(Name) had got considerably better. She smiled now, she laughed, and she didn’t cry as much. 

Draco broke off all connections with Pansy. Every time he looked at her he was just reminded of his sins, his guilt. 


Walking down twenty-ninth and park. 
I saw you in another’s arms. 
Only a month we’ve been apart. 
You look happier. 

Saw you walk inside a bar. 
He said something to make you laugh. 
I saw that both your smiles were twice as wide as ours. 
You look happier, you do. 


She laughed at something Harry said, making the Golden Boy himself laugh as well. He stared at her with longing eyes hidden behind circular spectacles. She reached over and ruffled his already messy hair with a grin before standing up and walking away. He sat there with the widest grin anyone had ever saw. 

“You’re not still moping over that (House) girl, are you?” One of his friends, Ryder, rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. Draco saw (Name) walking by and scoffed, speaking loud enough for her to hear. “As if. I don’t mope over someone I was never in love with.” Ryder smirked, uncrossing his arms. 

“Tons of fish in the sea.”

Her pace slowed and she came to a stop. He saw her out of the corner of his eyes clench her fists and keep walking, taking a single, irritated breath. 

It was clear that her sorrow had turned into anger. 

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  • What she says: I'm fine
  • What she means: You have reached the phone of Gino Fratelli, I'm not here right now. And, uh, if this is Khonjin, hang up. I don't want to talk to you. I- the, the problem is, with you, is -uh- it's words. Words lack the parameters to accurately describe how I feel about you. But maybe this will help; Every night, I have reoccurring dream. It's you, sleeping in your bed. And it's me, with a pair or gardening sheers. And I tear that stupid-ass nose right off your face, and I put it on top of my fireplace. When your dumbass daddy comes over trying to get it back, 43 trucks fall out of the sky and land exactly where he's standing. Killing him instantly. One day, it'll happen.

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1. “Do you want me to leave?”

In which Harry has fucked up but still wants to be there for you.


It’s hard whenever Harry’s on tour, but this past month has been far worse than usual. You’ve been going through a tough time, and not having him here as a source of comfort is miserable. Despite everything that he knows is going on in your life, he’s busy, and there are only odd texts and sometimes short phone calls scattered throughout the week.

The day you saw pictures of another girl all over him was the pitfall. It wasn’t just her getting a little too touchy, it was deeper. There were lips on his neck and his hands roaming some foreign girl’s body, and you had to swallow down the bike rising in your throat. This wasn’t the Harry you knew. Not at all.

To make matters worse, your heart shattered at the news of a family death. Everything is crumbling down around you. Two days you’ve been bundled up in bed, ignoring Harry, phone set to do not disturb as you stare at the walls. Your friend is keeping you company, laying in bed with you, Netflix movies that can’t elicit any sort of response from you streaming in the background.

It’s in the middle of some terrible cult classic that you hear the door to your place close. Your friend shifts and rises out of bed, grabbing some empty glasses from your bedside table as she makes her way toward the hallway.

“You expecting anyone?” she asks.

You shake your head in response, brows furrowed in confusion. It’s then that the door swings open and Harry barges into the room, hair wild and eyes blazing. Your friend stumbles backward, glasses tumbling down onto the carpet.

“Y/N?” He glances at your friend apprehensively before turning his attention back to you and taking a step closer. “Hi, love.”

You feel like you might be sick. Harry shouldn’t be here right now. He has a show halfway across the world tomorrow. Your heart is hammering in your chest as you roll over to face the wall and pull your blankets up around your body.

“Y/N-”

“I don’t think you should be here,” your friend speaks up, lifting the glasses from the floor.

Harry ignores her and you can feel the bed shift with the addition of his body weight. You squeeze your eyes shut, willing yourself to keep from crying. You don’t think there are any more tears left.

“Baby, ’m so sorry,” he whispers. “‘Bout what happened t’ yeh and what yeh saw. I can explain. Yeh gotta believe me.” You flinch when his fingers brush your arm and he draws back slowly.

“She doesn’t need this right now, Harry. She’s mourning. You should go.”

“’M not leavin’ her,” he disagrees, shaking his head quickly. If you need anything right now, it’s another shoulder to lean on. And he’s sure you’ll understand when he explains what was happening in those pictures. “Do yeh want me t’ leave?” Your silence chills him to the bone. His confidence dissipates, fingers closing around the sheets on your bed and tightening until his knuckles turn white. “Y/N?”

“Yes,” you manage to croak out. “I want you to leave.”

Harry’s heart falls into the pit of his stomach. His insides churn and his brain relays terrible thoughts of what that could mean. Just for now? Until you’re feeling a little better? Forever?

“Y/N-”

“Please, leave.”

Harry’s hands are trembling as he rises from your bed, taking a last glance at your shaking form. He’s not sure if you’re actually crying or not, but there are tears collecting in his own eyes. He rushed to find a flight home the moment he heard about what happened. Maybe he should have come back before that.

“I’ll leave ‘f yeh don’ want me here. Yeh jus’ need t’ call me,” he whispers, voice thick with emotion. “Jus’ call me ‘f yeh need anythin’, okay? I love yeh.”

You turn your face into your pillow as he turns to leave the room, brushing past your friend. A heavy cough sounds from the hallway, one that doesn’t do a very good job of hiding his sob. But you don’t feel bad. You’re not sure if you’ll forgive him, but you do know it’s not good to be around him right now. You’re already hurting enough.

People in Love - Jason Lee Scott

(ah ok this is my first ever thing I’m posting that’s mine. I hope you guys like it! If you want more, please request! Shoutout to @jxsonscott who is an amazing writer!!)

Originally posted by bertihelena

They say that people in love will do crazy and dumb stuff, but this was just insane. Jason had called you at one in the morning, on a Saturday thank Heavens, and asked if you could come over. He sounded upset over the phone so you grabbed shoes, a jacket, your phone and keys, and sucked up whatever remaining energy you had left in you. It’s a good thing you were just about to get ready for bed and hadn’t changed into pajamas yet.

Now you found yourself outside the Scott residence, anxiously waiting for your dumbass boyfriend to open his window because it was a lot colder than you expected and you were pretty sure your hands were going numb.

As if he could read your mind, his window slid open and he grimaced at the bitter cold that brushed along his skin.

“Y/N, it’s freezing,” he chastised when he saw your thin jacket.

“Oh no way. I couldn’t tell,” you gasped in mock surprise as you climbed up the trellis next to his window. Once you got close to him, you stuck out your hand and he easily caught you, swinging you into him room.

You sat on his bed and crossed your arms, a serious look on your face as you examined him. His chest was heaving and his hair was wild, as if he had pulled at it. His blue eyes were wild and scared and his hands were shaking slightly. You frowned as you noticed him clenching and unclenching his fists.

“Hey,” you said softly to grab his attention, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing,” he muttered while shaking his head, “I shouldn’t have called you.”

“Jason Lee Scott. A relationship only works if we tell each other things. You’re obviously upset about something and you’re going to tell me about it now.”

“It’s stupid, ok?”

“Nothing that scares you this much is stupid.” Your voice grew softer and you reached out to grasp his hands, “What can scare the Red Ranger this much?”

He sighed, taking a seat on his bed next to you.

“I had a nightmare that you died. I had to make sure you were safe,” he murmured, brushing some of your hair out of your eyes.

You squeezed his hands gently. The two of you had been dating for almost a year when the first ranger battle happened. You had gotten pinned under some metal and when the rangers helped with the clean up, they had found you barely awake and slowly bleeding out.

He had panicked and let his face mask fall away when he got to you. You may have been barely conscious, but you did remember seeing him. When you woke up in the hospital with his hand clutching yours, you immediately called him out on being a “bitch ass liar, study group my ass.” Since then, he was the “Team Dad” and you were “Team Mom”.

Jason was always protective of you but now it was more than ever. He told you once that he could never picture a world without you.

“You were under attack by putties and I tried to get to you but when I grabbed you, when I finally held you, you had no pulse.” His voice broke at the end of his sentence, right alongside your heart when you saw the desperation in his eyes.

“I’m here,” you hummed, “I’m here and I’m safe and I’m fine. I’m here in your room.”

You took his hand and raised it so you could press a kiss to his palm. Then, you lowered his hand to the side of your abdomen so it could brush along the scars the battle left you with.

“I’m here. I’m real,” you murmured, “I’m alive.”

He reached up and placed his hand over your heart. You wrapped your fingers around his own and the two of you sat there, feeling the steady beat of your heart.

He slowly moved closer, his lips brushing against your own. Like a magnet pulling you in, the two of you drew together. Normally, your kisses were chaste when at school or the occasional make out session during study breaks or the drawn out goodbye kisses, but none had ever been like this.

This kiss was sweet yet had a hint of longing and sadness underneath. It was a reassurement to him and a promise to you.

“I love you,” he said once you pulled apart, a hint of a smile playing at the edges of his lips.

“I love you too but I may kill you if I don’t get enough sleep,” you teased.

Finally, a smile broke across that beautiful face of his. You pulled him in for another kiss and then stood, going over towards his dresser. The second drawer down was just things that you had left at his house or purposely brought over. You looked back at him and motioned for him to turn around, which earned a smirk from him.

“Jase, I can protect myself. You know that, right?” you called as you slipped on some pajama pants and one of his shirts, “I’m decent.”

“I know and when I’m out of the suit I will let you deal with things until you tell me to step in. But when I’m in the suit, it’s serious. I’m not going to let you be in danger,” he protested.

You rolled your eyes but understood where he was coming from. With a nod, you moved over to scoot up onto the bed. You rested on the pillows and watched as he got up to turn the lights off.

“Your room is a mess,” you commented and he replied with an indignant snort of, “When have I had the time to clean?”

“I bet Captain America keeps his room clean.”

“Well, I’m not Captain America. Speaking of superheroes, are you wearing Red Ranger pajama bottoms?”

“…maybe.”

The room descended into darkness and you felt the bed shift under his weight as he crawled in beside you. You tugged on the blankets and he chuckled, pulling them up around the two of you. He wrapped an arm around your waist and brought you closer to him, a content hum slipping past your lips.

“My parents don’t even care when they find you in here anymore,” he said offhandedly.

“Yeah, well, that’s cause I do the dishes while you and Pearl watch TV,” you teased.

He pressed his lips to your forehead before yawning a “good night”.

“I love you, my knight in red armor,” you responded, nestling further into his arms. Maybe they were right, people in love do crazy and dumb stuff.

And you were one of those idiots.

STRANGER

1,461 words | angst, slight NSFW

He never intended to happen to you. 

But it was past eleven and the lounge had to close at one point or another, as the last two patrons taking your forced leave side by side, awkward first impressions while stepping on and off the curb. You lied that company stood you up, but it’s okay; he came alone, too. 

He’s cute though perhaps nothing to write home about, but then he smiles with his entire face and no, nevermind, he’s handsome and there’s warm acuity in his eyes that speak volumes; not even acquainted for double-digit minutes and his charm had you smitten.

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IKON - they accidentally wake you up.

Request: Hellow~~can i request for iKon’s reaction to you waking up crying when they accidentally wake you up while trying to spoon you? Thank you!


I’ve changed some things to make more sense, I hope you don’t mind!  (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)


Jinhwan:

You were sleeping soundly and your boyfriend tried to cuddle you but ended up beat his arm in your face, and you started to cry. “Sorry, sorry, sorry. Stop crying, baby.” He hugged you. “That’s scared me, you idiot!” You wiped away the tears. “Sorry, come here and give me a little kiss.”

Yunhyeong:

He pushed you while he slept and you ended up falling out of bed. “I HATE YOU!” You screamed and he got scared. “What happened?” He asked. “You pushed me out of bed.” “Oh, seriously? Sorry, baby.Come here and let’s cuddle.” “No! You’re going to push me again. Stay away from me.” You said laughing.

Bobby:

He tried to hug you, but you got scared and started crying. “Oh my God, why are you crying?” He said sleepy. “You scared me. I was sleeping and you pull me like that, you idiot.” “I’m sorry, scared princess.” He said laughing. “Fuck you.” 

B.I.

You were scared when you felt Hanbin’s arms on your body, and screamed. "Stop yelling! It’s me, your boyfriend.” “Shut up. You look like a ghost.” “No, I’m cute! Look.”

Donghyuk:

Donghyuk hit his elbow on you, but as he was asleep, he didn’t even notice. You got scared and started crying. “What happened?” “You hit me.” “Me?” “Yes.” “I didn’t.” “But it hurts now.” “You’re a baby, huh? Come here.” He hugged you. “You look angry.” You said in his arms. “I am. You wake me up from a wonderful dream.”

June:

Junhoe pressed you tightly in his arms, waking you up. “Stop squeezing me, I can’t breathe!” You said, like a baby. “Aw! You’re my little baby.” “Why are you being clingy at 3am?” “Shut up, let’s sleep.” “Yes. That’s so much better.”

Chanwoo:

Chanwoo couldn’t sleep and was moving so much in bed. “STOP MOVING!” You screamed, angry. “Sorry, I can’t sleep.” “That’s your problem, stop.” You said and closed your eyes, trying to sleep. “Are you crazy or something?” He said laughing. “I will kill you.” “ok, sorry.”


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