what is your face doing kind sir

BTS Reaction ; Finding You Drunk

Requested by Anonymous, “I LOVE YOUR CONTENT!! You can ignore this, but may I request a reaction to the boys finding you drunk?”

Note; My mind has been literally combusted and destroyed, and I had a horrible time doing this ddfjlf. Anywho, requests are open! SEND SOME GOOD REQUESTS IN, I NEED INSPO!!

Jin ➳ He could see you deep inside the building behind the gatekeeper keeping track of invites to let inside the party, and when the man wouldn’t let him through, Seokjin pushed him to the side as he ran to your lost form — being drunk out of your mind as tears ran down your body. “J-jin?” You whispered in glee, and when he smiled and felt a wave of relief rush through him, about to pull your stumbling form into his arms and take you home; someone slammed him against the wall as he yelped in surprise.

“You’re being taken for trespassing,” he heard the large man behind him say, and as you scream at the guard he can’t help but sigh in distaste. Never again is he letting you out with irresponsible people, nor without him by your side.

“Please,” he begs, “not now.”

Originally posted by knjtrash

Suga ➳ Finding you slumped over the table with many empty glasses before you, your friends having abandoned you alone in the very stuffy bar; Yoongi grabs your wrist quite harshly as he pulls your woozy body off the stool. “(y/n),” he says once you try to fight him off, “we need to—“

Being suddenly ripped away from you, a fairly humongous security guard stands between the both of you as you hugged yourself in terror, having become way too wasted to even recognize your own boyfriend. “I’m gonna have to ask you to leave—“

“She’s my girlfriend.” He venomously spat, glaring daggers into the ground.

Originally posted by dreamyoongi

J-Hope ➳ “(y/n) disappeared after a while, and–“

But he hung up the phone before your friend could even finish, dashing out the front door and through the streets as he went to the place you were supposed to be in, to everywhere and anywhere around it. His heart was racing, his anxiety ate at the back of his mind and when the rain began to fall — he had finally found you sitting beneath the playground at a park, hugging your legs to your chest as you try to hide away from the downpour. “Babe,” he says, and you only look up, cheeks rosy and eyes a haze.

It doesn’t take long for him to pull you onto his back, running through the storm to get you home safely.

Originally posted by mono-bts

RapMonster ➳ Jumping from the tap he suddenly feels on his shoulder, his eyes dart to ones that are very familiar, an eye smile shining in glee as you reek of alcohol. “Hey~,” you say, trying your hardest to keep standing on both your legs as your hand instantly grips a nearby stool to keep you steady, “you’re really cute, probably the only one that has ever caught my eye and—…you free?”

“Nah,” he smiles, grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers with one another, “I’m already yours.” A toothy grin stretches across your features and he can’t help but laugh, and it is definitely by finding your drunk self safe and sound, “let’s go home.” And he doesn’t take his time in getting you out of there

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Jimin ➳ He didn’t know english very well, and having to find you throughout a very busy club was not really his forte. He could barely understand the signs, the faces sprouted around him were foreign and when he finally found you, he ran  to you in a hurry as he engulfs you, the love of his life, into a hug at finding you safe — but as fast as he had you in his arms, you were whipped away as you stared at him as if he was some kind of stranger.

“What are you to her, sir? Do I need to escort you outside?” But Jimin could only laugh as he stared to the floor in guilt, the remnants of your alcoholic scent clinging to his clothes and he was hoping on anything the security wouldn’t see him as some random asian boy trying to take someone for the night.

Originally posted by minniescutiehands

V ➳ “Babe,” he says, following you throughout the busy nightclub as your intoxicated self struggled through the many people. He was tired, and all he wanted to do was get you home safe and sound after your friends declared they have lost you, but now that you were at the tips of his fingers — he grabbed your shoulder. “Let’s–“

But instead, your droopy eyes doesn’t have the power to recognize your own boyfriend, screaming in fear as a security guard yells for the man to put his hands up. He didn’t know how else to approach you, only wanting to take you out of the damn place as the guard pushes him further away from you roughly. “Get out.”

Originally posted by taengst

Jungkook ➳ He had found you at a nearby fast food restaurant during the late hours of the night, looking more lost than ever as you munched away at one in the morning. He was your savior, holding you slightly so you could walk comfortably and the way he smelled was soo damn good — although, he couldn’t say the same for yourself as his nose scrunched in disgust. “How could you be so careless?” He scolded to you down the streets, but you only giggled as his arm tightened around your waist.

“Because you haven’t asked me to marry you,” you whispered, and he throws his head back in laughter, fingers rubbing your side as his cheeks flush red.

“I will,” he promises, “only if you stop drinking.”

Originally posted by cupidhitmehard


The Maid

Characters: reader, Dean, Sam

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: swearing, smut, Dom!dean, sub!reader, praise!kink, orgasm denial, oral (male and female receiving), unprotected sex

Word count: 3411

Summary: when you take up a new job as a maid at the bunker, you may have a slight crush on your boss; Dean.

A/N: happy Valentine’s Day, here some Dean smut for you beautiful people

You were running late to your job interview. It wasn’t like you weren’t prepared or didn’t leave on time, but this place was very hidden. You were in desperate need of money so you decided to go to an interview to become a maid at a bunker. You had seen the ad for the job, you didn’t have to book an interview you just had to show up between the time 3:00pm-5:30pm. It was 6:30pm and you had only just arrived outside of this bunker.

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request: “77 with george please? i love your stories” - by anon

a/n: thank you, anon 💞 hope you like this :-)

77. “What makes you think I’ll trust you again after this?”

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     Your unpleasant scream filled the corridors of the castle, Peeves the Poltergeist immediately following the sound only to find you covered in white paint and red feathers from your head, down to your toes.

     "Ha! I didn’t know they allowed chickens inside the hallways!“ Peeves shouted and snickered, flying around you repeatedly before going away.

     Soon, Professor Lupin had heard it as well since you were closest to his classroom, and as he went outside to check what had happened, his lips twitched slightly when he saw your condition.

     You groaned loudly once again. “I’m going to kill that git, I’m going to strangle him until he stops breathing and -”

     "Y/N,“ Lupin walked towards you. “What is the meaning of this?”

     Just in cue, you heard two boys laughing from the classroom. You looked behind the professor and saw Fred and George Weasley with their faces red, patting themselves on the back. Though you were only sending a death glare on George since you knew that this was his plan - considering that the two of you had an endless prank war going on.

     "Why don’t you ask George Weasley, Professor.“ you gritted your teeth. "I’m sure that he can enlighten you.”

      “I see.” he pursed his lips before turning around. “Weasley, mind coming over for a second?”

     "Which one, sir?“ the twins chimed in the same time.

     "The one Y/N is speaking of.”

      Fred placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder in a teasing manner, heading back to the classroom while George rolled his eyes and marched forward where you were standing.

      “Y/N! I hardly recognized you. I thought I was looking at a rooster.” he began chuckling.

      Blood boiled under your skin even further because of his comment. “Oh, you think you’re so clever but just you wait -”

      “Y/N,” Lupin stopped you before you can finish what you were trying to say.

     You looked at the teacher and shut your mouth, crossing your arms, still covered in paint and feathers.

     "It has brought to my attention that the two of you have been pulling senseless pranks on each other for the past month, George and Y/N.“ the professor began with a kind smile on his face, his hands folded.

      "In my defense, sir, he was the one who started it.” you pointed at George, his eyes widening at what he heard.

     "Absolutely not. May I remind you that you were the one who made me eat that cupcake that made my fingers have their own fingers!“ George exclaimed.

     You sighed. "For the last time, it was a dare!”

    “I don’t believe you.”

    “What a surprise!”

    “You didn’t have to do it so technically, it was still your choice.”

    “I was forced to do it, that’s why I didn’t have a choice.”

    “Just admit that you’ve been wanting to do it -”

     "Oh my god! You’re speaking absolute rubbish!“

    "Okay, that’s enough.” Professor Lupin joined your conversation, an amused look on his face because of the argument he just witnessed. “The two of you, breathe, and Y/N …” he got his wand from his pocket and with a flick of it, the mess on your whole body was gone, making you mutter a quick thanks.

     "So,“ Lupin began again, "let’s make a deal. I won’t let Professor McGonagall know about this incident, since she is the head of both of your houses and she is quite frankly so close to sending letters to your parents, and in return, you’ll stop pranking each other. Is that clear?”

       You rocked your heels back and forth. “Yes, sir.”

      “And George?”

       He crossed his arms. “Yes, sir.”

      “Ah, perfect.” Lupin smiled. “Now, shake on it, will you?”

      You raised your eyebrows, glancing at George beside you. “Absolutely not.” you scoffed.

     "Why not?“ George asked but you could see that he was now grinning.

     ”What makes you think I’ll trust you again after this?“ you told him, turning to Lupin. "Now, excuse me, professor, but I really must be going. I’m supposed to be in Charms right now but since someone acted so childish, I am late. Thank you for the help, sir.” you sent one last glared to George, waltzing away then.

     George only chuckled, unfazed by your coldness, glancing at the teacher for a moment before setting his eyes on your fading figure as you turn to the left.

    “Ah, she really is something, isn’t she? I’m going to marry her someday.”

anonymous asked:

Potential S/O for Talon since they desperately need a healer

I’m gonna write this one kind of like one big poly family since it’s Talon, but if that wasn’t what you meant I could go back and do them each individually, and yes those poor babies do need a healer. XD 

“Y/N! We’re past the entrance facing the enemy, move in and get to work,” Reaper’s rough voice came through your earpiece. 

“Yes sir,” You chirped back.

Picking up your modified pistol you ducked and ran in to the building. The rest of the group told you stay back until they made it inside and had picked off the first line of defense. They said a healer would be the first to get picked off if they were to follow in during the initial break in. 

The one needing the most healing at the moment was Reaper. He was leading the charge while the others were doing their thing. Widowmaker was heading forward to take out the target while Sombra was disabling the alarms and security system. Doomfist stayed back to prevent any back up from sneaking around them, and preventing your escape. 

Setting your pistol to healing you quickly shot pulses at Reaper’s back while he gunned down the soldiers who were rushing in. Your pistol was modified to have three modes; healing, boosting, and damage. Despite it doing little damage you found that it was good when you were in a pinch. 

There was a loud bang and you heard Sombra cry out in pain. You checked on Reaper’s health before turning and running to her. She had been hit by one of the soldiers she killed while disabling the security system. 

“I’ve got you,” You told her turning you pistol and firing healing pulses at the bullet wound. 

“Behind you,” She said before shooting a soldier who had followed you over. 

You had been so focused on healing her that you weren’t even watching yourself. Breathlessly you gave her your thanks. 

“No problem cutie, now get back out there and heal the others,” She laughed. 

She gave you a quick boop on the nose before running out to start hacking the soldiers’ weaponry. You on the other hand set out to check on Reaper and Widowmaker. 

When Reaper saw you come out he turned and made sure he made a path for you. He shot all the soldiers in your way to make it easier for you to get to him and, if need be, Widowmaker. With yourself covered you pressed your finger against your earpiece to check on Doomfist. 

“Hey Doomfist, everything alright?” 

“I’m fine y/n, but do you need any help?” 

“I’m good. Reaper’s got me,” You replied. 

Once you made it behind Reaper he turned his attention back to the assault. Seeing as his health was fine you set your gun to boost and started sending him boost pulses. With his shot speed faster and damage higher he was now able to push through the soldiers a lot easier spread the effort out a lot more. The ones he wasn’t able to kill Sombra picked off with her machine pistol. 

“Target eliminated,” Widowmaker’s voice came through your earpiece. 

The rest of you knew what to do and immediately started heading out. Reaper cut a path for you and Sombra hacked open any doors that made the process slower then hacked them shut so the soldiers couldn’t follow. 

Widowmaker and Doomfist caught up with the three of you outside and together you all rushed toward the armored truck that had come to pick you up. Doomfist had warned that some members of Overwatch were on their way, so you needed to hurry. 

Doomfist picked you up and tossed you in first, making sure that you were safe before getting in himself. Reaper stayed outside while Sombra and Widow got in to keep and eye on things. With him in the truck took off back toward the base. 

“You did wonderful y/n,” Widowmaker gushed. 

You had begun to assess everyone’s health while you had some free time. For the most part all you had to go was give everyone a little something to top their health off except for Doomfist who was missing almost a quarter of his health. You had to scold him for that. 

“Yeah you did so good y/n,” Sombra agreed. 

“Yes quite impressive,” Reaper chimed in. 

“Hm, thank you y/n,” Doomfist added.

“You guys,” You replied with a deep blush on your face. 

When you were recruited to talon you thought you were only going to be dead weight compared to them. They were all so talented you figured they didn’t need a healer, but boy were you wrong. The four of them appreciated you more than you could ever know. You took some of the stress off of them and allowed them to slip up a little, for which they were so grateful. Little did you know they all had started to find you a little cute. 

“How about we get something to eat? My treat,” You offered. 

They all disagreed and insisted on paying. To them you had done too much work and did not need to be buying them a meal. Instead everyone was going to pitch in and get pizza back at the base. 

(If this isn’t really what you wanted feel free to ask for something different)

                        INJUSTICE 2 SENTENCE STARTERS.

                                       all based off of intro quotes in versus matches.

  • “I’ve never met a bigger goodie-two-shoes.”
  • “Now, that look makes a statement.”
  • “You are no friend to me.”
  • “How did you get loose?”
  • “Don’t take this personally.”
  • “Pretending to be me will cost you.”
  • “We gonna be friends now?”
  • “Should I be intimidated?”
  • “Everyone has a weakness.”
  • “You’re in over your head.”
  • “Could you be any more melodramatic?”
  • “We have more in common than you think.”
  • “There’s no use talking to some people.”
  • “Well, this is gonna hurt.”
  • “You’re supposed to be dead.”
  • “What did you want to teach me?”
  • “You’d be wise to give up.”
  • “Your anger conceals your tears.”
  • “It’s not too late to walk away.”
  • “You’re too reckless.”
  • “Everyone is always so judgy.”
  • “You are dangerously deluded.”
  • “We’re not doing this anymore.”
  • “You ever gonna trust me a hundred percent?”
  • “C’mon, let’s go back to hitting each other.”
  • “You’re blind to what you’ve become.”
  • “You’re losing control.”
  • “Should I be concerned?”
  • “What do you want?”
  • “Let’s see if you bleed.”
  • “I will unbridle your anger!”
  • “Ever been buried alive?”
  • “I will break you in two.”
  • “You reek of paranoia.”
  • “There is no need for violence.”
  • “How else can a girl get your attention?”
  • “Your interest sounds more than professional.”
  • “We’re two sides of the same coin.”
  • “I took one life to save millions.”
  • “Chaos follows in your wake.”
  • “I don’t have time for this.”
  • “You are very funny.”
  • “Step aside, old man.”
  • “This is a hunt I’ve longed for.”
  • “You won’t joke once I have your tongue.”
  • “Should I be creeped out or flattered?”
  • “You got a problem with me?”
  • “I want answers.”
  • “I’ll go easy on you.”
  • “I’m not the enemy.”
  • “Just shut up and fight!”
  • “We were friends once.”
  • “I’m doing what needs to be done.”
  • “I need to know what you can do.”
  • “Hard to tell, but you look grumpy.”
  • “The hell do you think you’re doing?”
  • “Maybe consider a new line of work.”
  • “I go where the hunt takes me.”
  • “Finally, some big game!”
  • “Your arrogance is unbearable.”
  • “You can’t drag me into your fight.”
  • “Only a fool would trust you.”
  • “I’m not crazy, I’m enlightened!”
  • “I hope you brought more than insults.”
  • “I ain’t afraid of no ghost.”
  • “Are you stalking me?”

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New Home | Prologue

Pairings: BTS x reader

Genre: Mafia!au

Words: 530

Warnings: Mentions of death, blood and guns

A/N: Hi! I wanted to show you guys this!! It’s a small Mafia!au I am working on. I am not sure, if I should keep the Title or not, but for the prologue it fits actually really well! So I hope you will enjoy this little something and I hope that I can show you the first chapter soon! Enjoy <3

Broken furniture, broken glass, blood and dead bodies were lying everywhere in this hall. It was the wedding of your aunt, it was supposed to be a beautiful day and a cheerful evening, with laughter, music and dancing but all you g was screaming, shooting, blood splattered everywhere and death. Where there once was happiness, is now sorrow. Everyone was dead, shoot or torn in pieces, but you.

You cowered behind a pillar, trying to hold your breath, too scared that it was too loud and that someone would find you and kill you. You were crying, your cries muffled because of your hand covering your mouth. Your vision was blurry from the crying, you only could see the outlines of a woman’s arm, covered in blood. It was your mothers arm. Her delicate arm, her nails painted a deep red, covered in blood, lying in front of you. The picture in front of you burned into your head, never in your life would you forget that sight and as more time you saw the red nails, you started to hate the color red. You would never look at this color without feeling the disgust and sadness inside you.

10 years old and your life took a big turn. From this day on, you were an adult, left alone in this bitter cold world.

Your eyes started to grow tired and slowly closed, but then you heard a loud click sound.

Your head shoot up to where the sound came from and saw a tall man with black hair, wearing a suit and gloves pointing a gun at you. His face looked bored, there was barely any emotion. He didn’t felt sorry for you and showed no mercy for you, he just wanted to kill you, his cold heart wanted to kill as much as it could. The man lied his finger on the trigger, ready to pull it in any second.

“No.” a voice said. A very young voice in fact. The man turned around and there was a young boy, maybe 12 years old, also wearing a black suit, his hands in his pockets. Cold brown eyes burned into your head, plump lips turned down. The young boy took a step forward, causing you to shy away, your head hitting the cold stone of the pillar, a sharp pain shot through your head and you held your head, face buried in your knees. You just wished that they would kill you, giving you an opportunity to escape this bad dream.

Unfortunately, they didn’t kill you.

You looked up again and found the boy crouching before you and offering you his hand. You weren’t sure how to react, but as you looked into the boy’s eyes again, you saw a glint of kindness in his eyes.

“Sir, what are you doing?” The man behind the boy asked. Sir? Who was Sir? The boy?

“Come, take my hand and let’s go home.”

And with these words, you laid your hand in his warm, his hand clenching carefully around your own, as if you were made of porcelain.

And then you went home.

anonymous asked:

ohhh, what would the RFA+Saeran's reactions be to MC's overprotective father being a mobster or a mafia leader?? kinda lame but mehh, it just kinda popped into my head ^^"

I only know about the Mafia from Bungou Stray Dogs, so that’s what it will be based off. Hope you don’t mind.


  • he laughs when you tell him
  • “That’s funny MC, but I     doubt he’ll be that scary”    
  • No, no you were serious
  • He was the leader of the mafia
  • Yoosung stares at you for a     second, before smiling and nodded    
  • And passing out
  • When he came too he began to     freak out
  • He couldn’t handle this! He’s a     university student! Want if they try to kill him?
  • What if they want him to do…     illegal things?
  • Yoosung, trust me, my     father will take one look at you and know you aren’t up for that
  • Wait what does that mean?
  • He tries really hard to be     tough around your father… but he fails miserably 
  • He just kind of looks like an     awkward puppy dog     
  • Puppy dog vs Lion
  • Your father wasn’t acting very     threateningly, you were glad and thought maybe he finally warmed up
  • But when you left him and     Yoosung alone…
  • “I’m sure you have good     intentions with my kid, but should you hurt them I’ll make sure you and     your family disappear off the face of the earth without a trace,     okay?“     
  • "Okay, Sir”
  • He leaves the place terrified 
  • You have to reassure him he     won’t do anything, because you won’t let him. 
  • Also that he shouldn’t worry     what your father thinks because you love him very much and that’s what     matters.     


  • fuck.
  • She’s a little overwhelmed by     your father’s status in the world 
  • For a while she lets her fears     get the best of her and she avoids meeting your father for a while
  • But then, she looks at it     objectively
  • One of her closest friends is a     secret agent that probably does illegal things a lot 
  • And if she’s not scared of an     elite hacker that could ruin her life with a few clicks of a button
  • She should be afraid of the person     she loves father.     
  • It wasn’t the best comparison     but if it kept Jaehee confident enough to meet your father then it didn’t     really matter
  • She’s very polite when talking     to him, and although she’s scared she does well in not showing it
  • Your father is pretty impressed     so he backs off with the threats for now
  • When he’s alone with Jaehee he     gives her a gentle reminder of your wellbeing
  • “Woman or not, should you     hurt my MC I can assure you your existence will be wiped from this earth     in the blink of an eye”     
  • Jaehee nods and agrees, saying     she understands and promises she would never do something like that to you
  • She’s a mix of shaken and     relieved after meeting him    
  • You assure her you wouldn’t let     your father hurt her     
  • She’s grateful but still     terrified     


  • Zen should definitely be the     most worried     
  • Because your father has seen     his type before, his "I can handle this baby, don’t worry” kind     of confidence before    
  • He’s seen his type right before     putting a bullet in their brain    
  • Zen’s confidence is still up     and running
  • But it’s covering up his utter     fear
  • Your father’s glares pierce     Zen’s eyes
  • Zen’s polite and confident,     showing he can be tough and handle looking after you
  • While his father admires     that… he still worries Zen will hurt you.
  • You’re afraid of leaving them     alone but it becomes unavoidable, so you try to make it as quick as     possible
  • “You have a pretty face, I     bet it does well for your career. It would be a shame if something     horrible, like acid burn, were to happen to it, right?" 
  • "U-uh, yes” 
  • Terrible threatened 
  • While Zen is terrified, he does     promise your father he loves you very much, and he would give his life to     protect you.     
  • Your father’s impressed by his     sacrifice, and he escapade unscathed 
  • However, you do have to calm     him down when you get home    
  • Zen is strong but holy shit     your father is scary    


  • these two were two sides of the     same coin
  • Both of them had the power to     destroy the other     
  • Neither of them here shaken nor     intimidated by the other    
  • It was a very interesting     exchange
  • Your father threatened him,     offhandedly warning that should you be hurt his company might take the     fall
  • But Jumin also insisted that     should you somehow pay for his crimes, he might find himself in the same     position
  • It was like watching cats and     dogs fight
  • At the end of the day, they     almost had… respect for each other 
  • A respect that didn’t go past a     handshake, but a respect non the less 
  • You began to wonder if you’d     disrupted the balance of the earth by bringing the two of them together 
  • Admittedly, Jumin was a little     worried. But he wasn’t worried for himself, but rather for you
  • He knew having two people you     cared about deeply dislike each other was never a nice experience 
  • But he was glad that it went     well
  • And you were happy


  • please do not let this man     child near the mafia boss     
  • Please
  • Saeyoung is smart, so he’s     confident in his ability to take down the Mafia
  • But this boy has a mouth on him
  • And having a mouth is like     asking for death in the mafia
  • You’re the one frightened for     Saeyoungs life when he and your father meet 
  • It was very nerve wracking to     see your boyfriend mouth off to your father, who had a gun three inches     away
  • Your father made his threats     serious and unforgiving    
  • “You’re a fool, and should     you break MC’s heart both you and your brothers spines will be     broken”
  • “But Sir~ MC chose me! So     if you kill me and Saeran you’ll be the one breaking their heart~”
  • Your father opened his mouth     but you interrupted him.    
  • “Please don’t say     anything, Father, I’ll kill him myself" 
  • If you leave the two alone,     however, Saeyoungs personality breaks.
  • "I understand your     concerns, but please understand when I say I would do anything for MC.     That includes dying"     
  • Your father’s a little     surprised at Saeyoungs turn around. 
  • Once you leave you hit Saeyoung     for being so rude
  • Because you were afraid your     father might actually do something, and that scared you 
  • He assured you he’d never leave     your side     
  • Even if he dies
  • Ghost Saeyoung


  • Had Saerans mentality still     been messed up, he probably wouldn’t be threatened or intimidated by your     father at all
  • But it was different now
  • And even though he didn’t show     a single indication
  • He was scared out of his mind
  • He didn’t know much about the     mafia, but he knew it wasn’t a very safe organisation 
  • He was a little afraid your     father would be like Rika     
  • Even though he knew that was     stupid
  • He was still afraid
  • He was very quiet when he met     your father, and you held his hand the entire time
  • When you left them alone, your     father showed him understanding 
  • Although,  he     still threatened him    
  • "I understand what you’ve     been through is hard, but from what I hear you’re making a very remarkable     recovery”
  • “Yes sir" 
  • "I hope you understand if     you do hurt MC, I will make sure your death is quick and you are easily     forgotten"     
  • This hurts Saeran a lot but he     nods and dryly swallows     
  • When you guys get home, he has     a panic attack
  • You calm him down by     getting him to breathe and rubbing his back 
  • Once he calms down, you hold     him and promise you will not let anything happen to him
  • Saeyoung won’t either
Fool’s Gold

Summary: Marinette knew that she wasn’t a good dancer. She could be a fearless warrior and a great hero but she couldn’t fix her two left feet. Despite that, she wanted to go to the masquerade ball in the royal castle to meet a certain someone. Instead, she meets a masked jester under the moonlight…

A/N: I have a translation project due in two days. Instead I decide it’s worth finishing off this fanfic I had in my drafts since last summer lol. At first, this was meant to be my Queen!Marinette AU but I couldn’t think of anything to make her queen without making it complicated so this was the result. Well, I kinda wanted to see Marinette stepping on Adrien’s toes too haha. Enjoy!

Word Count: 2.5k+

Link to FFnet / AO3

Marinette was many things. A skilled seamstress. A wise advisor. A good friend. She could lead an army, devise flawless tactics and dominate the battlefield all while making it look like a ladies’ picnic.

She may be many things. But a dancer, she was not.

It was at times like these that she hated her accursed clumsiness. Very few people noticed after she became a hero but to the people who knew her before that they could only laugh and say ‘that’s our Marinette’. It was one thing that never changed.

Five different people asked her to dance that evening. All five left with bruised toes. Thankfully, they seemed like good noblemen who knew how to cover up so they bore with the pain with smiles on their faces. To escape from the misery and to avoid making a fool of herself for any longer, she slipped away to the castle gardens, taking solace in the moonlit scenery.

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Unprofessional Services: Chapter 1

Read on AO3.

Summary: Getting off of the Finalizer was the only thing you wanted. Until Kylo Ren got in the way. Now you’re his therapist, tasked with a strange objective–but the last thing he wants to do is cooperate.

Words: 2500

Warnings: None, yet

Characters: Kylo Ren x Reader

A/N: Hello! This is a series I’ve been working on for months, now–I’m just now posting it. I only have a few chapters written, but since I’ve been busy with life-stuff, I haven’t had the time to write anything. I figured now that life-stuff is calming down (AND with the release of the new trailer!!!!!) now is a good time to post!

Let me know what you think! This is something else a bit darker, as well, but canon material is always good to slip back into! <3

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You’re The One That I Want (Bucky x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys!! So here’s a Bucky oneee, it’s a little short but it was pteey interesting to write!! Anyways, enjoy!!

Request: Can you do a BuckyXReader where the reader is in a really confident mood and she goes to drive around and is listening to a lot of upbeat songs and she ends up next to Bucky at a red light, and even though he’s a stranger she starts serenading him and then they both get honked at because the light turned green. Then later she ends up at the store and runs into Bucky in person?

You tapped your fingers against as your steering wheel as you drove, feeling especially happy today. You had no idea what made you feel like this out of a sudden but you feel as if you could pretty much conquer anything. Listening to all these upbeat songs in your car definitely helped contribute to your happiness factor as well.

Humming to whatever song that was on, you felt your mood getting better and better. Maybe you should treat yourself today, cook a good meal for yourself or maybe even go out. You thought about it as you stopped at a red light.

You noticed a car pulling up beside you and you turned to look at the driver, An idea coming to your head as you heard one of your favorite songs playing. The driver glanced at you and you made an action to get him to roll down his window. You were rather surprised to find a good-looking man, sitting behind the steering wheel, his short hair pushed back as he looked at you with curious blue eyes.

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yourqueenloki92  asked:

How would the companions react to sole kissing them on the cheek (plus Maxson and make it a bit long please)

I couldn’t really make it long, but I do hope it’s good enough.


Ada: “Thank you sir/ma’am, but I don’t see why that was necessary.”

Cait: Cait would be speechless, and she’d have no clue what to do. The only thing she could do was blush and walk away while mumbling incoherently.

Codsworth: “That’s awful kind of you sir/mum!” The mister handy would continue doing whatever it was he was doing, but now doing it while humming a happy little tune.

Curie: You know that feeling when you’re in high school and your crush actually notices you? That’s Curie. Her cheeks would be bright red, a huge grin upon her face, her heart racing, and she’s speechless.

Danse: Danse’s cheeks would grow red, and his eyes would nervously dart around from corner to corner. As he’d try to speak, he’d start studdering. “T-that’s not a-appropriate solider!”

Deacon: Deacon isn’t the biggest fan of touching other people, but when sole gave him a quick peck on the cheek, he wasn’t offended or anything like that. “Wow,” he’d mumble as his jaw hung open and one his hand flew up to gently caressing his cheek.

Dogmeat: He’d start barking and then lick sole’s face.

Gage: Most people would think Gage absolutely hates cute little things like that, but the truth is, he absolutely loves and craves them. So when sole did that he grinned and blushed ever so faintly. “Thanks boss.” His grin would then turn into a nervous smile. “Just don’t tell the others about that.”

Hancock: He look at them and send them a lazy smile. “You know just how to brighten up cloudy day, don’t you sunshine?”

Longfellow: The old man would smile and laugh. “Don’t tell me you’re going soft on me. Not after you did the captains dance.”

Maccready: It would be like a sneak attack on Maccready. Sole would silently walk behind him and then BAM! Kiss on the cheek! “Jesus sole, don’t scare me like that!” he’s mumble with bright red cheeks and a smile he couldn’t contain. “Next time walk infront of me and do it.”

Maxson: “That is highly inappropriate knight!” he’d said as his cheeks warm up. When sole would walk away, he gently place a hand over where they kissed him, and he’d smile.

Nick: Nick would smile and lower his hat to cover his eyes. He’d then chuckle and place a hand over the stop they kissed. “Thanks kid, but why’d you kiss this ugly old mug?”

Piper: Piper would be in the middle of a huge case of writers block when sole would kiss them. “Blue!” she’d playfully groan. She’d look up at them and smile with a faint red dusting upon her face before heading back to work. “Thanks for the motivation.”

Preston: Preston would smile and his cheeks would go bright red. He’d then lower his hat and chuckle. “Wow, thanks general.”

Strong: “Is this milk of human kindness?”

X6-88: X6 would try to stay as serious as he could, even with his cheeks heating up to a million degrees. He’d act like it somewhat bothered him, but he’d secretly love it.

Dumb Dumb

Originally posted by amemericans

Genre: bookstore!au, fluff, slight comedy

Summary: Mingyu is an awkward bean and doesn’t know when to stop until he’s found out.

Word Count: 2.1k

Edited: no

A/N huge thank you to @choco-seventeen for helping me proof read and edit this! This is lowkey based off of what I want to happen to me while working at the library but *sigh* there are never any cute guys there :/


     Your keys jingled in the lock of the store. It was too damn early in the morning for this, but bills weren’t made to pay themselves. Finally, the key twisted in the lock and pushed through the door, switching the closed sign to open. With a heavy sigh you dropped your bag behind the counter and began to sort through the new shipment that arrived the previous night.

     A gasp left your lips once your eyes settled upon the latest issue of your favorite manga. Placing it in a new pile, you decided you’d save it for later as you still had a lot more sorting to do.

     Right as you placed the final book on the shelf, the sound of an opening door broke the silence. You rushed to the store’s front and sat behind the counter to greet the customer.

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VLD Rare Pair Week: Day 4 (Kidge)

(I’ll post days 1 and 2 later)

Day 4: Hello/Goodbye

Katie Holt was up, as her father used to primly say, shit creek.

(pardon her language, but her predicament benefited from it, if nothing else)

It was around two a.m. and she just stumbled through a strange dorm hallway, the slightest bit tipsy (courtesy of the wine coolers at the Kappa Alpha Princeton chapter’s party that was thrown on a Friday for, actually, no real reason other than “free booze, bitches!”).

Searching the hallway, she groaned, and knocked on a door.

There was no answer.

“Lura?” She called. “Lura, you here?”

She went down the hall, knocking on several doors, with no response.

She finally got to the last door of the hall, and banged on it a bit harder than the others.

“Anyone home?” She said loudly. “Allura?”

There was no answer, and she groaned, sliding down to lean on the hard wood. She pulled out her phone, and scrolled through her contacts. Pressing down on her friend’s number, she lifted it to her ear. “Hello?” She said, tiredly. “Anyone ho-,”

Suddenly, the door behind her swung open, and she found herself lying on her back, looking up into the violet eyes of a stranger.

“Hello? Can I help you?” The guy said. The way he said it made her think he’d said it multiple times, and she shook herself out of her daze.

She scrambled up. “Um-sorry! Hi! Uh….hi.”

“Do you need something?” He asked, confused.

“Oh! Yeah! Um…my roommate’s missing. We were at the Kappa Alpha party with some friends, but she….disappeared? Someone said she came into this building. And I…um…need to find her.”

The guy nodded. “What does she look like?”

Katie jumped a bit. “Oh!” She swallowed. “Right! Yeah. Um-,” She scrolled through the photos on her phone, settling on one of her and Allura on a former spring break, in front of some waterfall. “Long, silvery-dyed hair? Pink shirt and jeans, and…um….white high-tops. I think. Name’s Allura.”

He shook his head. “Sorry, haven’t seen her.”

Katie bit her lip. “Oh. Okay. Thanks anyway.” She turned away, trying to decide if she should curl up in a ball in the nearby janitorial closet or continue searching.

“Wait!” She heard the guy say. She turned back around to see him tying his shoes and shrugging on a jacket. “If any of my friends were lost, I’d probably want help.”

She flushed. “Oh no, you don’t need to-,”

He waved her off, and jammed a beanie on his head. “Besides, I’d never forgive myself if her picture turned up on the paper.”

Katie blanched, and the guy cringed. “Sorry. Dark humor.”

She shook her head. “It’s fine. I got enough of that every Friday night when we rewatched Harold and Maude.”

The guy’s eyes grew wide. “Seriously? That was what we watched every Saturday back at home!”

She drew her eyebrows close together. “Really?”

He nodded. “Believe me, a twelve year-old did not need to see some of the stuff in that movie.”

Katie snorted. “Tell that to ten year-old me. I was scarred aplenty. All I wanted to do was to watch Bigfoot documentaries with my Barbie dolls.”

A tiny grin appeared on his face. “Ah, so ten year-old-,” He stopped.

“Katie.” She said quickly. “Katie Holt, but everyone calls me Pidge.”

“Pidge?” He asked, seemingly amused.

“An altercation with a pigeon as a toddler.” She admitted, cheeks burning. “And what’s your name, kind sir?” She said, bowing dramatically. “Allura will want to know what gentleman dragged her out from some Starbucks at-,” She checked her phone. “Two fifteen.”

The guy rubbed his neck. “Keith. Keith Kogane. Double major, history and math.”

Katie nodded. “Nice. Computer science.” She shuffled her feet. “Um. Should we-,” She motioned toward the hallway.

He nodded. “Yeah. Sorry for taking so long.”

Katie shook her head quickly. “Oh, no, it’s okay! I’ve never met anyone who was also forced to watch dark comedies by their family. It’s nice to know I’m not alone.”

Keith laughed. “So. Where should we start?”


It was about five a.m. and both Katie and Keith were sitting on the curb outside his dorm.

“Can you trace her cellphone?” Keith asked. They had been throwing out ideas to find her for about thirty minutes.

“Well.” Katie began. “Actually-,” She stopped. “Why did I not think of that?”

“Well, can you?” Keith asked.

Pidge nodded, fingers flying across her phone screen. “Don’t ask how, because I’m pretty sure it would piss off some law enforcement, but-,” She held up her screen. “I am a genius.”

Keith rolled his eyes and grabbed the phone. “Wait a second. It says she’s in this building.”

Pidge grabbed it back. “What?”

“Yeah. She’s right….,” Keith scanned the screen. “There!”

Pidge scrambled up. “Come on, come on!” She said hurriedly.

They rushed into the building, skidded across the floor, and raced up the two flights of stairs.

“I think-,” Katie gasped for breath, “It says she’s on the third floor!”

Keith reached the landing first, and looked down at her. “What room?”

“Um-,” Pidge checked the screen. “I think eighteen!”

Keith frowned. “Eighteen? Wait a sec-,” But Pidge was already at the door and banging on it.

“Allura!” She yelled. “Allura?”

The door cracked open and Pidge tripped and fell inside. “Ouch!”

Keith raced after her, and found himself face to face with whom he presumed to be Allura.

“Pidge?” The girl said incredulously. “What are you-,”

Pidge threw herself in her friend’s arms. “Oh, Lura!” She said, trying to fight back tears. “I thought I was gonna find you in the bottom of some ditch!”

Allura cautiously hugged her back. “Is she okay?” She mouthed to Keith, who shrugged.

“We’ve both been going off a caramel latte we got at three.” He confessed.

“Allura? You okay?” Someone called, and Keith laughed.

“I should’ve known!” He pushed past the girls, and nodded. “Shiro? This is who you snuck off to meet?”

The guy sitting on the couch inside the room did a double take. “Keith?”

“Yeah. Ditched me for….,” Keith trailed off and peered at the screen. “Overwatch. You’ve got to be kidding me.”

The guy (Shiro, Katie reminded herself) flushed. “I-,”

Keith waved him off. “Just-stay safe kids.” He winked at Shiro, and Katie snorted at Allura’s red face.

“Let’s go, Keith!” She said. “Have fun!” She said to Allura, and then dragged Keith out of the apartment.

The door closed and they stood in silence for a bit.

“Well.” Keith said.

“Well.” She replied.

“I guess this is…goodbye.” He said quietly.

She bit her lip. “Yeah.”

“Well,” He started.

“Thanks again.” Katie said, startling herself when she gave him a hug. “I couldn’t have done this without you.”

He froze, but then gently hugged her back.

They stood there for a while, but then Katie pulled away. “I should…probably go. Rover’s waiting for me.”

“Rover?” Keith said, with a raised eyebrow.

“My dog.” She clarified.





And then Keith turned away, and started to move toward the stairs.

Suddenly, he felt a pair of lips on his cheek, and a piece of paper stuck in his hand.

“Bye.” Katie whispered, and then she was gone.

Keith stood frozen on the top of the stairs for a moment.

Looking down, he saw the following words in an untidy scrawl:

we make a good team ;)

And then a sequence of numbers and dashes.

(Keith would solemnly deny it, but Shiro and Allura would both give witness to the fact that he might have squealed and did a little happy dance)


Hope you enjoyed! (Not beta-read; also, not an accurate portrayal of the Kappa Alpha Princeton chapter, no offense intended) @vldrarepairweek

anonymous asked:

could you write some tiny clones? maybe in the tiny obiwan au where the clones get hit with a temporary tiny-fying spell and see obiwan in a new light


The shout echoed the room but barely anyone had time to react before a shockwave of energy burst through the room from the machine experimental machine the CIS had been working on. Obi-Wan managed to hide in an open drawer.

Though he would NEVER admit that to Anakin, the other would have a field day.

He popped out once the wave was over and looked around quickly. “Commander Cody!? Longshot!? Report!” He snapped, glancing about worridly when he could feel them but not see them.

“Down here General!”

Obi-Wan blinked and looked down over the edge of the desk, staring in surprise when he saw them. The team of 212 were his size!?

Obi-Wan quickly jumped down and stood in front of them, staring before giving a breathless, shocked laugh. “Well, this is…unexpected. Were they working on a shrink ray?” He reached out and touched Cody’s shoulder before laughing again. “Oh my…”

“Um, General?”

“I’m sorry, its just…I’ve never seen anyone even close to my size…” He smiled at them before frowning and looking around. “Oh Force, we’ll need to contact the others and have them collect us.”

Cody knew he should be contacting Rex or anyone really but all he could do was stare at Obi-Wan, being the same size as him was…different.

“I’m taller then you.” He couldn’t help but offer and Obi-Wan blinked before chuckling and shaking his head, reaching for Cody’s arm and typing into it.

“Hmm, if this ray functions, then it could be incredibly useful for me at least…shrink down gear like comm units.” He mused. “Anakin?”

“Com-Obi-Wan? Is that you?” Came the other Jedi’s surprised voice over the comm.

“Yes. There has been an incident. Cody and the rest of my team has been shrunken down to my size, I’m not sure how permanent it is but we require aid.”

“…Are you telling me there’s a bunch of tiny clones with you?”

“Tiny for you. A bit taller then me actually.”

“We’re on our way Obi-Wan.” Anakin sounded almost gleeful and Cody could hear Rex sniggering in the background but none of that mattered!

He hoped he could remain this size forever because Obi-Wan was right there in front of him, the harsh light of the lab in his hair but looking just as gorgeous as when he rode on Cody’s shoulder.

“Now, does anyone here have a rope?” The General looked around and Cody forced himself out of staring to look at the rest of his men.

“No sir, why do you need rope sir?”

“Well, none of you can Force jump. It will be easier for the others to see us if we were on one of the desks. I could jump you one by one up.” The Jedi mused before shrugging. “Yes, I think that will have to do.”

With that he grabbed a hold of Cody and lifted him, armor and all, bridal style. In one bounce, he landed on the desk and set Cody down before repeating the pattern until everyone was on the desk. He promptly flopped down on his ass and smirked at their surprised faces.

“What, didn’t know I could do that?”

“No sir.” Cody sat down beside him. “We can’t exactly be light, even now.”

“Technically speaking, when Force boosted, I can lift you in your full size. But only as high as I am. Its only useful if I’m dragging someone onto a ship.” Obi-Wan chuckled. “I’d advice against eating anything for now.” He quickly offered when Boil tried to go for one of his ration bars. “If the ray is temporary, there’s no telling what kind of effect it would give when you grew big again if you ate it now.”

“…That’s a depressing idea.” Boil gave his ration bar a suspicious look and sighed deeply. “I guess food will have to wait.”

“Don’t worry to much.” Obi-Wan chuckled and made a surprised noise when Cody wrapped his arm around his waist, blinking down at it before looking at the clone commander with wide eyes.

“Are you alright sir?”

“Ye-Yes I just…so that’s how an arm around the waist fits.” He glanced back down at it, marveling at the sensation.

Things others took for granted were things Obi-Wan had never experienced and Cody shifted closer to offer comfort. “If you get uncomfortable, please tell me and I’ll move away.”

“No, no, this is nice. I like this.” Obi-Wan settled his head on the others shoulder, watching the others. “Its strange being able to look someone in the face instead of always looking up.”

They learned what he meant when the others arrived, Ahsoka cooing at them while taking pictures and Rex almost bursting at the seams as he watched the 212 having been shrunken down.

“Well Obi-Wan, they’re in luck, this seems to be temporary.” Anakin offered from where he had sliced into the computers. “I don’t know about fixing the shrinking ray but I can pull the information and bring it back to the temple, perhaps we can build something for you.” He smiled a bit and Obi-Wan chuckled quietly.

“Build something for me…

“You know what I meant.” Anakin hummed. “How is the 212 holding up?”

“Good but its very disorienting. The General has my respect for managing life with everything so…big around him.” Cody offered and Waxer and Longshot agreed loudly with him.

“Alright.” Rex clapped his hands together and turned to his men. “Everyone pick up a vod and be careful with him. Anyone drops them answers to me.” He turned back to Cody and offered his hands to him and Obi-Wan. “Want to hitch a ride with me General?”

“Sure. Anakin is still busy and Ahsoka seems busy cooing over Boil and Waxer.” Obi-Wan chuckled, stepping into one of Rex hands and using the thumb for support so he wouldn’t fall. Cody quickly did the same in the other hand as Rex lifted them to his shoulders.

Cody struggled a bit to get a good grip before he finally figured it out and noticed several vods having the same issue. Only Obi-Wan got instantly comfortable. ‘So this is how the world looks from his view…’ He glanced over at the Jedi and smiled at him.

This was the world from Obi-Wan’s perspective and Cody swore to keep it in mind when he was big again.

Especially if Obi-Wan agreed to try dating him.

Let’s Just Pretend // L.H

Originally posted by lipringsandsnapbacks

credit to the owner of the gif

Requested: No.

Pairing: Luke x Reader

Hair Color - Paid to be Popular

Description: Sometimes parents can be annoying, pressuring pricks and Y/N had finally found a way to shut them up about her love life.

“I am literally so grateful, Luke, you have no idea.” You sighed as Luke pulled up to her parent’s house. You hurried out the car and to the door, with Luke following right behind you. You couldn’t even touch the doorbell before the front door was wide open with your parents in centrum. Your eyes widen at the way they were standing. Almost perfectly placed. Your dad’s hand were wrapped around your mum’s waist as they both had smiles plastered on their face. You were almost repelled as Luke got up to you and shook both your mum’s and you dad’s hand.

They invited you in as your dad looked Luke up and down. Your mum’s instantly started rambling about how nice it was to finally see Y/N finding love. Luke just nodded to it, not knowing what to say. Because it was all fake.

Everyone in your family had been begging you and annoying the shit out of you recently. Go find a boyfriend, Y/N. How can you not find a boyfriend? Just go for it! Get out of the house more, then!

Lately, those were the kind of things, you had been hearing. Then you saw no other option than to get your best friend Luke involved. He didn’t really have a choice either.

As you entered the living room, your eyes gazed towards your sister and her current boyfriend. Your sister changed boyfriends every other second, so it wasn’t a surprise to see a new face with her every time. Your brother, Charles, sat beside your sister’s new boyfriend with his own lover. Your brother came out the closet a couple years ago after he found himself a husband. So the only single one in your household was you. But your family didn’t know that right now.

“Luke! So nice to see you again!” Your sister screamed and jumped off the couch to hug Luke hello. He looked rather surprised by her reaction, especially since he hadn’t seen her since she graduated high school.

“Yeah, you too, Gemma,” Luke mumbled and awkwardly hugged her back with furrowed eyebrows. Her boyfriend shook Luke’s hand, just like your brother and his husband did. Your mum was already gone, probably cooking a crazy meal in the kitchen. Your mum always took these gatherings way too seriously.

“Luke was Y/N’s childhood friend,” your brother explained to his husband as you hugged his husband, Lucas. You murmured a quiet yes as you nodded while Lucas tilted his head and made big puppy eyes.

“That is adorable! It’s like a fairytale.” He exclaimed as Luke laughed nervously. Gemma was standing on Luke’s side, looking up at him with a hysterical expression.

“You got taller, didn’t you?” She asked with furrowed eyebrows as Luke giggled while nodding.

Your mum entered the room proudly with what looked like some sort of vegan meat. It tasted like vegan meat, too. It probably wasn’t vegan since your dad couldn’t live without it, but the meat tasted so fake that you were actually wondering if your mum had cooked it right. The whole gathering sat around a huge dinner table and as soon as the food was getting shovelled in, Gemma started asking questions.

“So, how did you end up together?” She asked, not really eating her food. Luke looked down at his food as you pursed your lips, thinking. You hadn’t really come up with a background story which probably wasn’t good. Note; always have a background story when you’re lying to your family.

“Um, it just happened.” You laughed and avoided Gemma’s look.

“Luke, you’re in a band, right?” Your dad asked, poking to his own food with a hand on his chin. His brows were furrowed and his lips were thin as he spoke with a deeper voice than usual.

“Yes, sir.”                                                              

“Don’t call me sir.”

“Yes, Mr Y/L/N.” Your dad nodded as Luke’s face grew red. This was already a bad idea.

“What kind of music do you play?” Luke gazed at you with wide eyes, as your stomach grew tighter. Yup, this was a terrible idea. You sat there, holding your breath as you watched Luke trying to answer without stumbling on his words.

“Uhm, like pop-punk-rock, I guess.” He answered, his face getting redder at every second. Your dad’s reaction was seen in his blue eyes as you observed what was going on. You softly found Luke’s hand under the table to squeeze it and quickly let go of it, returning to your plate of salads.

“Cool. Is it successful?” Your dad asked, now with a tight grimace on his face. Luke smirked at the thought of his current band, normally touring the world and playing for thousands of fans every day.

“I would say so, sir.”

“Don’t. Call. Me. Sir.” Your dad said, this time, more playfully as he smiled afterwards and started eating. Gemma kept on begging for the story behind the fake relationship, so finally, you gave in.

“He just invited me out. We were hanging out and he just asked for a date.” Wow. That was all you could make up in a matter of second. No sick, twisted, romantic story, just an invitation.

“Oh.” Gemma’s face turned a bit bored as she realised how boring that was. “How did you ask? Were you nervous? Why did you ask her at that time?”

Gemma was normally journalist, as of course, Luke looked scared at the questions rolling in. You sighed as your mum shook her head and stood up with the empty plate of sweet potatoes.

“Gemma, stop confusing the boy!” She yelled at her daughter and gave Luke’s shoulder a slight squeeze walking out. “We’re happy to have you here, Luke.”

Now, the plan was that you would both disappear off the gathering at nine o’clock and go hang out with the other boys. But of course, your mum saw you leaving and quickly rushed to Luke’s side with hurried words filling the hall.

“Oh dear, you’re already leaving! I thought you’d be spending the night, like Gemma and…” your mum had already forgotten the name of Gemma’s new man, but it wasn’t a problem. He wouldn’t be around for a long time. “And her boyfriend.” She finished without being ashamed. It was hard to keep track of all of her boyfriends.

“No, mum. We have other things to do.” You said with a frown and a bored tone.

“Besides, you probably don’t have enough room, Mrs Y/L/N.” Luke chimed in and you closed your eyes with a quiet sigh escaping your mouth. Dumb thing to say.

“Oh yes, we have!! You and Y/N will sleep in Y/N’s old bedroom.” Your mum chuckled already walking up the stairs with Luke following her nervously.

“There’s only one bed.” You said without thinking. Your mum stopped moving and twisted her upper body completely to see you clearer.

“So?” She said with a tilted head as you sighed even deeper and followed her up the stairs. Therefore, you and Luke stood in a small bedroom filled with posters from your childhood and a queen-sized bed in front of you.

“It’s not late yet.” Luke shrugged and lied on the bed. You smirked and jumped beside him before saying something.

“Thank you again, Luke. We can just sneak out if we want.” You mumbled with a clear voice.

“Nah, it’s fine. We’ll just… talk the night away.” He said and sat straight. His smile was not completely, but the corners of his mouth were still pointing upwards in the hottest way imaginable. The stubbles on his chin showed that he had clearly been busy, as his silver necklace and red shirt was hanging loosely around his body. His beautiful, blue eyes drilled into yours as he talked away the next couple of hours. His lips were moving in such a peaceful tempo, making your heart skip a beat every so often.

You yawned for the tenth time as Luke tilted his head slightly.

“You’re tired,” he murmured with a smirk.

“No, I’m not.” You whispered with another yawn escaping. Luke chuckled and rolled out of bed instantly.

“You’ll take the bed, I’ll take the floor and your pillows.” He pulled three pillows down from the bed and onto the floor with him. You watched him with wide eyes, not really understanding what he was doing.

“Luke, there’s room for two.” You mumbled nervously. What if he just didn’t want to sleep with you? He looked up at stared at you while scratching his stubbles. You clicked your tongue as he thought about it.

“And you won’t be uncomfortable?” You were already pretty comfortable since you wearing your old pyjamas. It was too tight and the shorts were a little too short, but somehow the old pyjamas smelled as your childhood and home, which made you calm down the second you put it on.

“No.” you chuckled as Luke crawled into bed with you. He was simply wearing the same thing. You turned off the bed lamp beside you and sighed while trying to find a comfortable position.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Luke asked after five minutes of you rolling around in the bed, accidently slapping Luke one time. It was just a routine for you to take that long to find a nice position.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just can’t find a position.” You couldn’t see Luke, but you could almost hear him licking his lips and looking you up and down, thinking about something. You felt a tight grasp around your waist as your heart started to beat faster and faster.

“Is that better?” Luke whispered in your ear with a deep voice. You snuggled closer to him as you instantly used his arm as the pillow. His hand around your waist were drawing circles on your bare skin.

“Uhm, yes, that’s-that’s better.”

And it really was. The feeling of Luke’s warm hands and his pumping chest against your back. His sweet breath hit you like a bullet as your heart almost stopped beating every time he moved closer. You tried to close your eyes, but you couldn’t because of the sound of your fast heart. Wonder if he could hear if?

“I have a confession,” Luke whispered suddenly. “I might have a minor crush on you.”

You couldn’t help but flinch as you sat up from his grab and looked at him with wide eyes and you turned on the light beside your bed. Luke squinted his eyes, his lips thin and white as his heart was beating just as fast as yours.

“WHAT?” You yelled, not thinking about the others in the household. Luke exhaled and tried to lie back.

“Nevermind. I’m tired. Let’s go to bed.” He mumbled and closed his eyes before opening them and sitting up instantly again. “Unless you want me on the floor now?”

“NO!” You just couldn’t stop shouting. “Why?”

“Because of my confession!” he screamed. You felt the pressure of moving towards him, moving against him. You needed to get something out of your system. That was why you leant towards him and pressed your lips against his. You closed your eyes as you felt a tensed Luke at first, but then he calmed down and let his lips flow with yours. His hands were on your waist as he lied down further and further while you were moving on top of him.

“God, I’ve wanted this for so long,” Luke mumbled in the kiss, his hands moving down your body. Your stomach was still twisting around as you smiled still with his lips attached to yours.

A/N: ok, needed to get some Luke-feels out. Haven’t proof-read it for real, but hope you enjoyed it!

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Run To You // Sam Wilson x Reader P4

Pairing: Sam Wilson x POC Reader, Bucky Barnes x POC Reader
Word Count: 2.6k+
Warning: fluff, language, angst, FEELINGS 

Summary: Time Skip: A year and a half! Moving in with the Avengers was the best decision you’d ever made. Things between you and Sam are absolutely wonky. Thor doesn’t approve of anything less than complete honesty. It looks like there’s someone else who might want a chance to earn your heart.

A/N: I have no self-control. None. Not even a little bit. If no one stops me I might end up writing 200k words and 20 chapters lmao. This whole thing is already 10k+ in my docs There’s definitely going to be more parts to this.

Inspiration: “Over You” ~ Daughtry

“I’m slowly getting closure,
I guess it’s really over,
I’m finally getting better
Now I’m picking up these pieces,
From spending all of these years
Putting my heart back together,
‘Cause the day I thought I’d never get through,
I got over you…”

Originally posted by adamisstillinhellthankstoyou


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Omega Verse - MiniCat

You guys seem to really like MiniCat so here we go, the first drabbles of prompts I found on this Tumblr right here: http://rockinrpmemes.tumblr.com/post/119136379661/abo-starters-send-one-for-my-muses-reaction

-By the way, I’m doing omega verse drabbles for as many pairings from the banana bus squad as I can XD I’m not doing just one for each pairing, but multiple drabbles on the same post.

Prompt used: 25-: “Do you really think all omegas want to be fucked by you? Sorry to break it to you, but you can fuck off.”

Craig was used to his heat at this point. He didn’t want to take the little rainbow colored pills for male omegas, but he literally had no other choice.

He didn’t want to be fucked by another male, Craig wasn’t attracted to guys. He wasn’t sure if he was attracted to girls either. The boy barely had time outside his career and jobs to find a lover.

However, you couldn’t necessarily blame him when he and his best friend, Tyler, shared a room for a convention to meet their fans. He watched the man peel a shirt from his torso with great interest. He felt like his heat was trying to talk to him but he was on those stupid pills.

“What’s up, Craig? Don’t tell me your Omega is trying to get something from me.”

Craig snorted and glared harshly at him, “Just wondering what the fuck you’re doing, prick.”

Tyler held his hands up defensively, “Right, right. Sorry, forgot the little Omega hates his role in society. I’m going to take a shower, okay? If you need an-”

Craig butt in, “I don’t need to be protected, asshole. I’m on suppressants.”

Tyler smirked, “Uh huh. The one who never wants to be fucked and claimed got it.”

The alpha was rewarded with a glare that could cut off his hands if he dared to touch Craig. He chuckled, “Okay, okay, I get it.”

Craig’s response came quick,

“Fuck off.”

Next Prompt: 45-: “Please, protect me while I’m in heat. I’m not ready to be claimed.”

This 4th of July was meant to be a blast, but for Craig, it became hell on Earth. He woke up in the morning, the 3rd day of the month, with his heat rousing in his gut.

The heat left him sweating under the bedding. He didn’t know why or how it started so suddenly, but all he knew was he was practically surrounded by his obvious alpha friends. They were in the rooms just to the left and right of him.

He didn’t know what to do until a soft knocking came on his door from an exhausted male. But it was an alpha, Craig could smell their scent drifting beneath the door.

“Y-Yes?” Craig’ voice was barely confident, the world spinning around him as he tried to get up from the bed sheets.

“Craig? Are you… um… okay?”

Craig expected him to ask an obvious question like, are you an omega or are you on your heat or some other stupid bullshit like that.

“Uh huh! D-Don’t mind me.” Craig groaned and shoved his face in his pillow at how pathetic his voice sounded.

The door creaked open and a gasp was heard before it shut. Craig glanced over, his hands bunching up the blankets within his grasp. Tyler stood by the door, his eyes trained on the Omega.

“I need to leave,” Tyler spoke suddenly, his eyes shifting to the floor as he turned away.

“W-Wait. T-Tyler, please… I need help.”

“W-What are you asking me?!”

“Just… protect me?”

Tyler let out a sigh of relief, “Yeah, sure. Okay, buddy..”

New Prompt: 57-: “Dude, calm the fuck down. Are all Omegas this easily scared?” 

Craig wasn’t comfortable at this convention at all. Sure, VidCon was the best but the alphas were the worst. They touched any Omega, whether they were claimed or not, and sexually harassed them.

Craig, however, was more popular and famous so he wasn’t touched. Thanks to his best friends, that is. He and Brock and Lui stayed near their best friends the entire time.

But a certain alpha kept nudging Craig and scaring the absolute piss out of him. “Dude, shit! Calm the fuck down!” Tyler laughed, Lui glaring at him for a split second as Craig rested a hand over his heart.

“You smell really fucking strong, Tyler, I can’t fucking help it, you asshole!”

“I’m the damn best alpha out here, so of course I smell the strongest!” Tyler smirked at the Omega who only glared in response.

“Shut the fuck up.”

With a new mischievous smirk plastered on his face, he walked away and trailed after the group of huddled friends. Per usual, the Omegas were in the middle while the Alphas and Betas masked their scents on the outside.

Tyler snuck up behind Craig, his hands dropping to his waist as he crept quietly. The others watched him with annoyed expressions, this was the fifth time he’d done this at a convention with Craig.

But he changed his antics this time. Instead of grabbing his shoulders, Tyler’s hands traveled to his waist. He grasped the Omega’s hips tightly and pulled him flush against him.

A sharp yelp was heard from the Omega before he jabbed his elbow into Tyler’s ribs. Tyler cried out, the others laughing at him as the man fell to his knees. “Oooooooowwwwww!!!!”

Last Prompt: 70-: “I got into some trouble today. I sort of punched an Alpha in the face when he touched me. Long story short, there’s a couple of officers at the door who would like to talk to you about getting control of your omega.” 

Craig groaned, Tyler standing with an exhausted, annoyed expression on his face. “What the fuck did you do to get the cops findin’ me, Craig?”

“I kind of retaliated against an alpha for fucking touching me.”

“And why do the cops need my attention?” The Alpha sighed.

Craig snorted, “The mother fuckers want you to put a god damn collar on me with a leash.”

Tyler flushed red, “Wha? Why?”

The cops looked between the two, “Uh, sir. We need you to make sure your Omega here doesn’t retaliate physically from now on.”

The  Alpha groaned, “Yeah? Well, I don’t care, officer. My Omega was assaulted and touched, he didn’t want to be touched, common god damn sense.”

The officer stuttered a bit, “Um s-sir, please make sure to be with your Omega at all times during their heat.”

“Craig, I didn’t know you were in your heat.”

“I’m on suppressants, right now.” Craig bluntly stated.

Tyler face palmed, his glare sending the officers from the door swiftly. He slammed it shut and sighed before high-fiving his lover, “Good goin’, buddy.”

Marry Me? (Laurens x Reader)

Words: 1310

Prompt: Actually, this was inspired by a poem I read.

Poem–>  I am somebody else’s story. The girl who served their drink, the person they pushed past on a crowded street, the one who broke their heart. I have happened in so many places, to so many people—the essence of me lives on in these nuances, these moments. 

Yet never have I been bolder or brighter than I am with you. Not once have I ever felt so alive. Whatever vessel we pour ourselves into, mine is now overflowing, brimming with life. It is transcending into something new. 

Hands are no longer hands. They are caresses. Mouths are no longer mouths. They are kisses. My name is no longer a name, it is a call. And love is no longer love—love is you.

~Lang Leav, Lullabies

A/N: Hope you enjoy! I plan on posting an imagine every other day (and series every other day as well).

Warnings: Drinking

You worked in the local pub, serving any soldier that appeared in the bar, either the loyalist or the rebels. It was exhausting work, but you had to earn something for your family. Your father abandoned your mother and your siblings, because he didn’t want to be with someone that wanted to separate from the empire. So, your mother kicked him out of the house, although they were legally still married. You wondered why they never divorced, but didn’t question your mother about it. The topic of your father was a sensitive subject to talk about.

As you were serving up a drink for a regular, a group of four rowdy men entered the bar. You rolled your eyes, instantly knowing that they will be a hassle. Your boss told you to walk over and ask what they will like, but you refused. He glared at you, and you sighed. He always wanted you to walk over to the young men, to persuade them into buying more drinks. Apparently, your beauty enticed them to buy more. Still, you hated to use your body as a tool. You walked over to the men, and they seemed already drink, even though you didn’t offer any to them yet.

They were all rebels, wearing the navy blue instead of the annoying, bright red the loyalist wore. You cleared your throat.

“Excuse me, sirs. What would you like to drink?” The tallest one, with brown, curly hair pulled back into a bun looked at you, smiling.

“My amis, this beautiful, young lady is trying to ask what you would like to drink.” The shortest, his brown straight hair pulled back, grinned. He touched the one with a gray hat on his head, to get his attention.

“Oh, yes. Lafayette, why didn’t you tell us before? I would like…” They all told you their drink preferences, and you nodded. The last, though, seemed distracted. He was focused on a letter in his hands, and the one named Hamilton (you knew it from their small batter), pushed the man, and he looked up, shocked.

“Huh?” He mumbled, glancing back at paper. His hair was brown as well, but his tight curls were pulled back into a ponytail.

“Laurens, she’s asking you what you would like.” He looked up, his eyes finally meeting yours. You stared, your heart thumping. His face was full of freckles, and his smiled was mesmerizing. You had the urge to count every spot on his face.

What are you thinking, Y/N? Quit staring at him! You looked away.

“I can give you more time, if you would like sir.” You said, playing with your fingers. The corners of his mouth rose, and you wondered if his lips felt as soft as they looked.

“No need, miss…?” He waited for your name.

“Y/N.” You said. He held out his hand, and you placed yours on his. He kissed your fingers softly, and you blushed at the contact. You heard someone call your name, and you quickly pulled away. “I will be right up with your drinks, sirs.”

You turned and walked away quickly, to help another customer. As the red coat flirted with you, your mind kept on thinking about Laurens. You never felt this way about any of your patrons, so it was a foreign feeling. You grabbed him and his friends’ drinks, and walked over. Hamilton and Lafayette seemed to be poking fun with each other. You placed the alcohol on the table, bowing quickly before walking away.

“Excuse me, Miss Y/N.” You turned towards Laurens, and he motioned you over. You hesitated, thinking about your boss. He will be angry that you were staying at this table for so long.

Well, he did make you come over here in the first place. Technically, this would be his fault.

You walked towards Laurens. He pulled out a chair for you, and you sat down slowly. Although he was alluring, it would be unwise to let your guard down. You never knew what these men would do, since they haven’t seen a woman in such a long time. But when his kind, brown eyes met yours, there seemed to be no ill intent.

“Miss Y/N, I was wondering why a lady like you worked in a place like this?” He said, downing some of the alcohol. You debated on telling him the truth or not. His friends behind him glanced at both of you, smirks on their face.

“Sir, I don’t know you that well to tell you such information.” You said, and winced at your response. It seemed a bit harsh, and you immediately regretted it. He seemed unfazed by it, smiling at you.

“That’s true. Maybe after coming here a few times, you’ll tell me?” He was flirting, already setting up dates for you two. You smiled, staring at your hands. “Please do not look down, Miss Y/N. The world becomes brighter when I see that smile.” You looked at him, pink spreading on your cheeks. You couldn’t deny it, he was smooth. Sitting there with him, you felt more alive than you ever did before, and wished that you could spend more time with him.

But your boss was giving you an angry look, and you knew you had to leave the table. You stood up, rubbing your hands on your dress.

“Maybe if you bought a few more drinks, I’ll see you again.” This time he beamed, nodding.

“As many as it takes to see you smile again.” You giggled, walking away.

His promise was true. At least twice a week he would come to the bar, always asking for you. You two learned of each other’s past, relating to the problems that you both had with your family. He didn’t ask for you to court him, but it seemed like it already began. When you ended your shift, he would walk you home, your hands brushing against each other. Once night, though, he seemed distant, and his laughs and smiles were forced. You knew him well enough to tell something was wrong with him.

“John, what’s wrong? You’ve been distant all night.” He looked over at you, a sad smile forming on his face.

“The Battle of Yorktown. I’m leaving in two days.” You froze, and stopped walking. Although you two weren’t officially together, it seemed like he was breaking up with you. He saw your face drop, and he looked down. “I don’t want to leave you, Y/N. You’re the best thing that has happened to me.”

You smiled, touching his hand. His fingers entwined with yours, and he looked down at you.

“John Laurens, you better write letters to me. I’ll be waiting every day.” He laughed, and it made your heart flutter. You knew you loved him, but a small part of you thought he didn’t feel the same as you. He kissed your forehead, and you closed your eyes at the tender touch.

“Promise me you won’t die. Promise me you’ll come back.” You whispered. He placed his hand under your chin, and you looked up at him. He looked nervously, his eyes flicking back and forth between yours.

“I will promise the world to you Y/N. I’m not ready to leave you yet.” You smiled. He pulled you into a hug, and you hugged him back. He was shaking, and you whispered comforting words to calm him down. After a few minutes, he let go, staring at you. You never saw his eyes look so determined, so fixed on you.

“Marry me.” He whispered. The happiness on your face was indescribable, and you grinned widely. You couldn’t think of the right word, your mind filled with so many thoughts. Finally, you came up with a response.

“Okay.” He chuckled, and placed both hands on your head, crashing his lips onto yours.

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At first sight, he was nothing like George had ever experienced in his life. 

“General Washington, I present to you  Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette” a young commander managed to get it all out in one breath. While the commander was catching his breath, George for a moment lost his. He had seen young men come and go in his fleet. He’d seen good men die on the field and some raise up through the ranks. They were all the same, scrappy, faces forged by rebellion and eyes that burned with a kill or be killed fire. This young man, held no sort of flame.

At least not in the forefront of his face. 

He was young, like his aide-de-camp and aspiring soldiers. However his eyes were different they were…softened. Like a child who was always curious, a smile dancing on his lips lazily without much thought. He looked more like man who was on a trip rather than joining a war. He didn’t seem angry or vindictive, he didn’t seem worried or nervous. He took in the campsite, the American soldiers and then looked over George with tenderness no stranger ever showed him before. “A pleasure.” Lafayette crossed towards George, the General had his hand out for him but instead of the routine shake of a hand Laf wrapped his arms around his neck. He placed two soft kisses on either side of George’s face. “I’ve heard so much of your greatness, Sir General.” 

Baffled, Washington blinked dumbly while Hamilton, his aide to his right, poorly stifled his laughter. Warmth swelled on his throat and face, keeping the General mute for a moment. Tenderness was not a common gesture in war…he had almost forgotten what it was like to be touched so kindly in truth. It was a sort of kindness Lafayette wore well. “The pleasure is all mine…” George smiled, trying to peel his thoughts away from Laf. “I’m elated to know we have supporters in France…it will do us will in the Revolution.” 

“When I heard America was fighting for her freedom, I had no choice but to answer her call to arms…she fights for all of us, no?” Lafayette’s eyes seemed to dim in their tenderness. In such a short time, George had gone from awing at Laf’s incredible ability to retain a carefree softness, to watching it fade and now wishing it would return. 

George watched as those eyes that seemed so innocent now seemed to darken. So there was a solider behind the frills of a good looking lad. Of course he was handsome, he had that European air to him. Stood a little too straight, smiled a little too kindly, touched a little too liberally but Washington didn’t seem to mind that all. “Are you cold?” He asked just as an exceptionally chilly wind kicked up the tail ends of their jackets. 

“Oh…oui” Lafayette nodded once, “ a tad” 

“Come, we’ll converse more inside.” He held out his arm and as if this was no more stranger than the breaths George slowly took in to steady his heart, Laf walked over and ducked under the arm. 

“Very well” Laf looked up at the General as his arm protectively whisked the French man to private quarters. 

“Hamilton, get the Roch Marie–” 

“Lafayette will do…” Laf gently corrected the beloved General, taking a spot on a chair, rubbing his hands for warmth. 

Washington looked at him and shook his head a bit, the naivety was refreshing. No one other than his dear aide Alexander spoke to him so freely. It was a welcomed casual tone that reminded him after the war…he was still just a man. “Hamilton will you kindly find Lafayette some throws.”