who said you could have a face

The Arrangement (pt 10)

You woke up around 6 in the morning. Though you were incredibly tired, you had too much on your mind and sleep didn’t consume you like you thought it would. It was still dark outside at this time, and you were slightly hungry. Now that you were eating for two, you were eating more frequently. 

You were scared to go out into the kitchen though. What if Jimin was also awake? You weren’t ready to face him yet. There were so many things that he had said and you wondered how long he had his doubts about your relationship. Did he still love you? Did he still love your baby? 

You tried to calm down again. You sat down and thought about the situation at hand. If you were in his shoes, what would you have thought? It was a little ridiculous to plan for a birthday party about two months in advance, you had to admit it. But it was the only way you could pull off the party with your work schedule. You thought back to all the times you tried to hide your phone away from Jimin or closed your laptop when he came and sat next to you. I guess you really did seem suspicious. 

But did that warrant the things he had said. The hurtful things? If you were in his shoes…. you would have talked to him. You would have asked him straight up. Why? Because you love him and trust him. Sure, things were moving fast between you two, but didn’t he always assure you that he felt the same way you did? That you both were on the same page?

Clearly not. You realized that maybe he didn’t trust you as much as you trust him. So maybe your love him outweighed his love for you. So where exactly did that leave you and your baby?

You rubbed your hand over your growing stomach. You had been busy for the past few months sure, but your love for the baby grew each and every single second. When you first heard the heartbeat, you cried. You made the baby your number one priority. You still worked hard at work and tried to balance your new life. Clearly you didn’t do such a good job. But like you said, the baby was your first priority. You were determined to work things out with Jimin for the sake of the baby. But you still needed time to settle your emotions. You needed time.


Jimin had made his way back to his shared room with you after trying to get you to open the door. He felt terrible. He should have just talked to you first! He should have never doubted you. Why then, did he? He decided that it was because he was too afraid. Too afraid to lose you. And as these thoughts flooded his mind, he eventually fell asleep on the empty bed, wishing so much that you were there in his arms. 

When he woke up, the sun was shining and he turned to the clock. It was already 9! He jumped out of bed and quickly brushed his teeth. He ran out the room hoping to find you. Your door was open! He ran in, only to find it empty. As he walked back towards the kitchen, he noticed breakfast already on the table. So you were awake. Where the hell did you go on a Sunday morning?

A little note caught his eye on the table though. It read “I need time before we can talk about this. Please just give me that much”. He didn’t know how he felt after reading it. At least you were willing to talk to him at some point in the future. But he just wanted to hold you, hug you, and kiss you at this very moment. But he knew that he shouldn’t push you or his luck. So with some gratitude, he ate the breakfast made for him and sauntered back to his room, wasting his day away.

You went to your best friend, Suji’s house and decided to spend your day there. She could tell you were upset, and you finally told her everything. Everything from the beginning. About how the marriage was forced, how Jimin and you were so unhappy at the beginning of the marriage. Even everything that happened last night. 

To say that Suji was shocked was an understatement. She listened patiently and she was crying along with you by the time you were done. “How could you have not told me anything till now! You’re my best friend and I didn’t know you were struggling like this!” she all but yelled at you. You gave her a sad smile. 

“Sorry” you said. “It was hard not telling you, trust me. But I couldn’t you risk telling my parents, I know how close you are with them” you reasoned. 

“What makes you think I won’t tell them all this now?” she questioned. Your smile fell. 

“Suji please don’t. I just couldn’t take it anymore and I told you everything. I can’t deal with the stress of you telling my parents. Please, I’m begging you” you said. 

“I’m just messing with you. I won’t tell them. But you need to start telling me everything too! I swear to god, if I see Jimin I’m going to slap him silly” she said, trying to lighten the mood. “Are you going to forgive him?” she asks.

“I need to talk things through with him honestly. But I can see where he could have had his doubts. But I’m still really hurt with what he said. But I…I just love him so much Suji. I don’t want us to fall apart because of this. I think we can get through it. He did look really apologetic afterall” you reasoned. 

“Ok, but if he pulls anything else I won’t keep quiet” she says. 

“And you won’t have to” you promised. 


The next couple of days were terrible for both you and Jimin. He was trying so so hard to give you the space you wanted, but it was eating at him. He wanted to talk to you again! Meanwhile, you didn’t know when to start talking to him again. You simply made his meals and went to work. You didn’t say anything to him but you missed him like crazy. You needed to talk to him soon. Jimin hated being at home with you when you were just going to ignore him so he would try to spend time with his friends. Usually, he would just end up drunk though. 

Taehyung meanwhile noticed the change in you both. He felt bad and he knew he shouldn’t get into it, but he hated seeing you both like this. So, he decided that he needed to get you two to talk. Jimin had texted him to meet at a bar later tonight, so he decided to ask you to get dinner around the same time. If he was lucky, he could make you two run into each other and force you two to start talking again. 


Jimin waited patiently at the bar for Taehyung to arrive. But it seemed like Taehyung was running late, so Jimin started on a drink before his friend arrive. Since the party, Taehyung didn’t bring up the situation again, and for that Jimin was thankful. He still couldn’t tell his friend what he had accused both you and him of. 

Jimin felt a pair of arms snake around his waist and he jumped at the sensation and turned around to see who it was. To his disappointment, it was his ex. 

“What are you doing here, gorgeous?” she purred. Jimin wanted to visibly gag, but he kept it in.

“None of your business” he said, turning back around and taking another sip of his drink.

“Oh come on. Clearly things aren’t going well. Otherwise why would you be here on a weekday night instead of being with the mom to be?” she asked, sitting down next to him. Jimin rolled his eyes.

“You’re the reason for this. If you.. If you hadn’t placed those thoughts in my head.. I could be.. I could be happy right now” he said, honestly. But he knew that he couldn’t really blame his ex completely. He was the one who spewed the hateful words to you and he could never take that back. Jimin downed his drink at the thought. 

Jimin stopped paying attention to his ex, who was practically drooling at him. He couldn’t get his mind off of you and anything that Jiah had said went in through one ear and out the other


Taehyung had suggested you grab drink at a local bar. You thought it was suspicious, especially since you couldn’t drink at a time like this but he assured you that they had really good food. You didn’t really think twice, and went along with him. You were quite hungry after all. 

Meanwhile Jimin was getting increasingly frustrated. Not only was Taehyung running late, but Jiah was talking his ear off. Though the alcohol calmed him down a little, it also gave him to confidence to finally tell Jiah off for good. 

“Jiminie don’t you remember all the fun trips we took together? Those were so much fun, don’t you miss those days? Remember the ski trip we took? It was so cold! Maybe we can go to Hawaii or something next, I’ve heard is absolutely gorgeous.” she rambled. It kind of amazed Jimin how dense she was. What did he ever even see in her?

“Jiah, I’m only going to say this once so listen carefully. I don’t like you. I don’t have any feelings for you left. I have a wife and a kid on the way and I love them to pieces, ok? They are my world now. There is place left for you in my life, so I kindly suggest you leave when I’m still being nice”  he said, finally facing her. 

Jiah was surprised to say the least. Jimin was never this…rude to her. Even when he broke up with her, he was pretty nice about the whole thing. But this, fueled her anger. She huffed and got up out of her seat. She made it across the bar near the entrance when she saw both you and Taehyung approaching the bar. If she couldn’t have Jimin, then no else could, she thought. 

She quicky made her way back to Jimin, who had her back faced towards her. Taehyung looked around to find Jimin, and his eyes landed on Jiah, who also made eye contact with him. Taehyung was so confused and before he could register what was going on, Jiah turns around Jimin and kisses him. Taehyung lets out a little gasp and you follow his eyes to sight in front of you. There stood Jimin, kissing another woman. 

You let out a little gasp yourself. Your eyes immediately begin to water and your heart breaks all over again. You spent the last couple of days trying to piece it back together, but it was like Jimin came and shattered your heart to even tinier pieces. 

Jiah pulls away, happily and smiles directly at you. Jimin was too shocked to process what even happened. Taehyung had seen enough though. He immediately crosses the bar to confront his friend. You stay by the entrance, not being able to move but you start to sob and people around you were starting to stare. You didn’t even care if people could recognize you at this point.

Jimin wiped away Jiah’s lipstick from his mouth, still finding it hard to believe that she had to audacity to kiss him when he had just told her to get out of his life. “Jiah, what the he-” Jimin started before someone grabbed him by the collar. 

“How fucking dare you” Taehyung all but growls as he lifts Jimin up from his seat by the collar of his shirt. “How could you do that to Y/n?” Taehyung questions still. If people weren’t looking before, they sure as hell were now.

“T-Taehyung-ah” Jimin stutters out. Jimin theoretically didn’t do anything wrong, but his friend didn’t know that. To anybody else, it would just seem like two people sharing a kiss. 

“You said you loved her. How could…how could you be kissing Jiah now?” Taehyung continued, his anger only increasing. During their little encounter, Jiah had also conveniently slipped out but not before giving you one last smirk before exiting the bar. 

Jimin ran his hands through his hair and shook his head, trying not to meet his friends eyes. Why couldn’t he just say that Jiah was the one who forcefully kissed him? While trying to formulate words, Jimin’s eyes landed on you by the entrance. HIs eyes widened in shock. “Y-Y/N” he whispered. 

You finally made eye contact with your husband and your sobs only increased. Jimin tried to break free from Taehyung’s grip, but Taehyung had pulled him right back. 

“No, I think you’ve done enough damage” Taehyung said, firmly gripping onto Jimin. Both Taehyung and Jimin turned to face you and it hurt them both so much to see you in this state. You held one hand over your baby bump and another over your mouth to stifle the sobs. You couldn’t stand there anymore and ran out the bar. 

“No, wait!” Jimin yelled across the bar and tried to break free from Taehyung’s grip once again. “For the love of God, let me go Taehyung!” he yelled back at his friend. “I need to get to her, please. It wasn’t what it looked like” he said, pleading now. Taehyung looked into Jimin’s eyes and knew that he was probably telling you the truth. He hesitantly let him go.

Jimin quickly grabbed his phone and ran out behind you, but only to see you quickly get into a taxi. He ran up to the taxi, but it was too late. You were already driving away. Jimin paced around the street, frantic. Where was his car? He needed to follow you! Taehyung ran out behind him. 

“I don’t think you can drive right now, let me drive you” he said. And before Jimin could answer, Taehyung had already ran to fetch his car. Soon enough, Taehyung pulled up on the street with his car. Jimin quickly jumped in, but your taxi was long gone. The boys decided that you were probably heading home though, so they drove there as fast as they could.


You couldn’t control your sobs in the taxi. Even the driver gave you pitiful looks. “Uh, where to, young miss?” he asked slowly. You gave him the address to your friends house. You called her along the way, but unfortunately she was out of town on a business trip, but she told you where she kept the spare key and told you to stay for as long as you liked. Suji, your friend, knew not to push the matter, especially over the phone. But she still told you to call her once you somewhat calmed down. She knew that Jimin was probably the reason why, but being out of town made Suji feel helpless. What could she even do?

“Y/N, I know you’re really upset right now and we can talk about that later. But sweetheart I need you to take care of yourself, at least for the sake of your baby ok? Please try to calm down a little and call me again once you’ve settled down. Stay as long as you need, ok? I’ll be back in around 3 days” she says. You could only mumble a yes before hanging up. You were thankful for Suji, but you were in no state to be thanking her right now, especially when talking was hard over your sobs.


Jimin kept urging Taehyung to drive faster and as they pulled into the front drive way, Jimin practically jumped out of the car before the car even stopped. Jimin frantically tried to open the door with his keys, but his hands were shaking too much. He just had to see you and explain things to you and make things right. He promised himself that he wouldn’t be making any more mistakes, but this wasn’t something he saw coming. Hell, it wasn’t really even his fault. 

Jimin finally opened the door, but the house was dark and empty. He quickly turned on all the lights and ran around the house, hoping to find you in one of the rooms. Taehyung slowly walked in after, watching as Jimin ran around, yelling out your name. “Jimin, I don’t think she’s here….” Taehyung says, rather silently. Jimin stops in his tracks. 

“Do you just think she hasn’t got here yet?” he asks. But he knew the answer. You weren’t coming home tonight. 


Three days go by and Jimin is desperate at this point. He couldn’t find you and you weren’t answering your phone. Even Taehyung tried to get a hold of you, but failed. He felt like this was partially his fault since he was the one who brought you to the bar in the first place. 

Jimin could function, not when he didn’t know where or how you were. Were you ok? Were you eating? Sleeping? How was the baby? He knew this time was crucial for the baby, and he didn’t even want to imagine anything happening to the baby. 

And what was worse? He couldn’t even tell his parents or yours. Every time they called, he would lie and give them an excuse as per why you couldn’t come to the phone. The guilt was eating him alive, and Jimin was dying to see you, and make sure you were ok. 

Jimin tried to think back to all your friends that you had told him about. But his mind was drawing a blank. Instead, he had his friends look into it the first day you were gone. By the third day though, Taehyung had found the address of your best friend. Taehyung remembers you telling him about her, perhaps even setting up a blind date for the two of them. He had kindly declined at the time. He even ran into her at Jimin’s party. 

Taehyung texted Jimin the address and Jimin rushed out the house the second he saw the text. He knew there was a chance that you wouldn’t be there, but he was willing to try anyone or any place at the moment.


The last three days for you were…terrible. You hadn’t been able to stop crying and you honestly felt numb. You couldn’t eat properly or sleep. You tried, you honestly did. You tried to force down some food for the sake of your baby, but it was just so hard. You were under an immense amount of stress. Suji still wasn’t back from her trip, but she had texted you that she would be back soon.

You woke up that morning and you immediately felt like something was different…something was wrong. You were more dizzy than usualy and there was a dull pain in your stomach. You tried to push the feeling away and thought you were just hungry. So you brushed your teeth and washed your face, hoping you would feel somewhat better, but the dizziness persisted. 

You tried to make your way to the kitchen, but you had to hold on to the sides of the bed or the table to steady yourself. By the time you got to the small living room, that dull pain suddenly felt more sharp and tears started to well up in your eyes. 

You heard a loud knock on the door. You tried your best to walk to the door without stumbling. You prayed to god that it would be Suji, and hopefully she could take care of you because you were honestly about to pass out at any moment. You opened the door and your eyes started to droop, but you could make out the figure in front of you. “J-Jimin” you started. 

“Y/N, baby, I’m so sorry. I promise it wasn’t what it looked like, ok? Jiah is the ex I told you abou–” he started, trying to explain things quickly. He was too scared and nervous and he didn’t even seem to realize that state you were in. But before he could get another word out, your interrupted him. You pulled at his shirt.

“J-Jim-Jimin. Hel-help me” you said, before finally passing out and falling into his arms. Jimins eyes widen in shock as he falls to the floor with you in his hands.

“Y/n? Y/N-yah? What’s wrong? Baby? Are you ok?” he asked frantically, tapping on your cheek lightly trying to get you to open your eyes. Jimin’s heart raced a million miles a second, especially when you had no signs of opening your eyes. Thankfully, you were still breathing. But that’s when Jimin saw it. 

That’s when Jimin saw the blood rolling down the sides of your legs


A/N: I’ll end this part here. WHEW talk about angst?! And on that note…happy early thanksgiving! PLEASE tell me what you thought about this part in the comments below or to my inbox. Any feedback is appreciated. I honestly read each and every single comment. Also, I don’t proof read so sorry for all the mistakes. 

Previous Parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

A Wish Come True

A/N: This is my third entry for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing Season of Love - Colors of Fall challenge. This will be a four part mini series, one part per season. Feedback is highly appreciated, especially now that tumblr are trying to screw us over with these new updates. I consider this to be an AU, Jensen is not an actor in this one, and he only has one daughter, and he’s single. I mean no harm to him, or his beautiful family, this is purely fiction. Also, thank you to my awesome beta @thorne93, you rock.

Characters: Jensen x Reader, Maddie and Joy (OC’s)

Warnings: None for this, maybe one F’bomb. Some fluff

Wordcount: 3667

Prompt: gif

August

Flashback

It was a late August afternoon in New York city. The sun was shining from a clear blue sky and there was a warm breeze fanning over the secluded spot in a small corner of the huge Central Park. This was your daughter’s favorite spot, the small playground they had set up in  the massive park. You were on a bench, watching your four year old running from the swings and to the slide, only to go back to the swings a second later. A warm smile spread across your lips as it seemed like she had made a friend, a girl her age with strawberry blonde hair and a cute flowery dress.

Being a single mom was hard sometimes, especially in a new city. You had moved here a couple of months ago when your ex husband, your daughter’s father, had been relocated here by his company. Uprooting your life to follow your ex might sound like a crazy thing to do, and you knew most people wouldn’t have, but the two of you had ended on good terms, and you were adamant that your child grew up around both parents. He had been moved here, you were unemployed, so it made sense for you to go after him, or, with him.

You laughed to yourself as you saw the two girls run around, laughing and playing. At least your daughter seemed to be adjusting to this new city just fine.

“Excuse me?” A deep voice interrupted your thoughts.

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anonymous asked:

Misha could of stayed in his chair and performed the accent to the asker and audience. Instead he got up and said it to Jensen's face? Uh wut. I am going to lie down in the empty. K bye!

I suppose it was because Jensen was the one who made the request for the voice (surprise surprise), but Misha didn’t have to get all dom on him because of it,  saying shit like “Oh you like that water,  do you? Mm yes,  yeeess” somehow making a god damn bottle of water, sound super fucking sexual. 

He relized that too – because suddenly, Jensen turned into a trembling, excited little ball of kink,  so Misha switched it up quick to the actual scripted lines … but it didn’t really matter at that point because Jensen was already at half mast and he’d be all over Misha as soon as the con was over. Misha knew it. 

He unleashed the monster. 

myladymojo  asked:

“YOU DON’T LIKE MARSHMALLOWS IN YOUR HOT CHOCOLATE? WHY DO YOU HATE LOVE” with either the Peg master or Laf because both would be really funny

 i got u


Ah yes, Christmas time.

A time of presents, dumb children’s movies, and spending time with the people you love. 

Unless their names are Peggy or Gilbert. 

You donned your poker face as they barged into your house, kicking down your apartment door. You glanced over and noticed they they had boxes upon boxes of hot chocolate.

Seriously, who drinks that much?

“(Y/N)!!!” they screamed, throwing the hot chocolate boxes at you. You yelped and dodged them, giving the two a “wtf are you doing” face. They grinned at you.

“WHERE ARE YOUR MARSHMALLOWS???” they continued to shout, inching closer and closer to your kitchen. You coughed.

“I uh…. I don’t have any…” Right after you said that, you could’ve sworn you heard “omae wa, mou shindeiru” in the distance as well as seeing Gilbert and Peggy whip their heads around to face you. 

“You what?” They exclaimed, running towards your spot on the couch.

“I don’t have any. I don’t like them in my ho-”

“YOU DON’T LIKE MARSHMALLOWS IN YOUR HOT CHOCOLATE? WHY DO YOU HATE LOVE??” You rolled your eyes.

“It’s too sweet for me.” Gilbert and Peggy looked at you with puppy dog eyes that seem to say “please go buy some for us, (Y/N)”. You sighed and got up from the couch, grabbing your jacket and purse. You opened the door and grumbled: “fine I’ll go get some so you can stop bothering me stupid marshmallows hfnmlsa;”. 

Peggy and Gilbert must have heard your grumblings and began cheering right as you closed the door.

Aries: Broken hearts and bloodstained fingers, your voice reminds me of a lively melody. A warriors heart with a delicate soul, an unlikely combination you put together so well. You have it hard, don’t you? Yet you get up with only the skin at your knees scraped and dripping red.

Taurus: The reminiscence of a rose - the single flower that’s so impossible to hate, delicate and pretty, even when it stops blooming. Your voice could calm even the most chaotic oceans, always soothing with soft notes of comfort. Even your eyes could mesmerise the most soulless creature; your sweet face leaves me dreaming in heartache.

Gemini: Your eyes twinkle with mischief, what are you thinking about? That’s what I always wonder, the curve of your mouth always makes me suspect. I love your mind, I think that’s my favourite thing of yours, you tell me so much I cannot help but wonder the things you leave unsaid.

Cancer: Lovely eyes filled with unspilled tears, how can you be so wonderful? I’ve always said that, people who can feel so much have the capacity to be the kindest. How have you not broken yet? I think I can admire that. Sensitive, emotional, I dream of you. Your heart reminds me of an endless sea, so much you leave undiscovered.

Leo: It’s enamouring, how full of life you are - your soul could rival the sun, it’s as if you shimmer with the promise of eternal bliss. Perhaps that’s why you so easily win the hearts of all; so golden and glamorous. I’ve always said your gaze held the most wonderful of stars, even now I can still count them; youthful and shining. I think it might be impossible to ever fully hate you, your warmth is far too compelling.

Virgo: I find it odd that you can’t see your beauty, it’s always been so obvious to me. Why must you be so harsh to yourself? Especially when you’re so obviously perfect. I think it’s your innocence that draws me in most, always so pure and lovely; like the sweetest rose. I wish I could win your heart, but I know I’m undeserving. Yet there’s a gentleness in you I can’t help but have.

Libra: Ah, Aphrodite’s purest creation - how could you not adore such a thing? There’s a sweet nostalgia of love about you that makes my heart ache; as if I miss a love I never had. I think your nativity is what makes you so pure amongst the rest of us. There’s an underlying softness to everything you do.

Scorpio: I don’t think there are enough words to describe you, your depths are unfathomable. I think here lies the true meaning of profound. There’s a frustrating beauty in you I can’t seem to point out, perhaps it’s because it’s so buried. You are kind, so very kind, I don’t understand where people see your darkness. Or perhaps I do. I think it’s in your eyes, how dark they seem even when you smile. They’re the eyes of someone who has seen tragedies, yet you arose from them with a certain light and grace that can’t help but seem lovely.

Sagittarius: An adventurer, a wandering soul always searching for its next quest - you’ve danced with the sun and conversed with the stars. The universe knows you better than you know yourself. You are wild and brimming with the promises of life, so much too see, so much to learn! There is truly nothing more lovely than the life of one who experiences, I see the whole world when I’m with you.

Capricorn: Cold eyes and shy smiles, I know you’re gentler than you believe. Your stars are least private in December, perhaps that’s why it’s my favourite month. I admire your patience the most, it brings peace to my fiery spirit. It’s funny, how unemotional you portray yourself - your soul warming smile contradicts that in every way, it’s unexpected yet not at all surprising.

Aquarius: The ruler of rebellion, invention and revolution - it’s as if you shake the world awake. Your mind is the strangest place I love to be in, show me all your thoughts; especially the ones you’d never think of sharing. A lover and a loner, detached yet still connected, you always leave me wondering.

Pisces: The moon tells me tales of your heart every month when she’s full and shining, I wonder how it hasn’t burst yet. She tells me there’s a beautiful idealism to you, I don’t think there’s a single dream you haven’t dreamt. I think it’s beautiful, how such a pure soul can exist. My heart aches when I hear the stars whisper soft words of comfort you every night you disappear into yourself; licking wounds and drowning in sorrows - your sensitivity is what’s most raw. I hope one day you can find your heart.

—  My Thoughts On The Signs
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Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!reader

Request(s): 

  • Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader … Honestly IDK what you wright. I am just a sucker for Steve The Mom™ and his bromance with Dustin. Would love for Dustin to have a sister or cousin or something and the Reader getting roped into Dart shenanigans. PLZ PLZ PLZ PLZ PLZ
  • Can you do an imagine with Steve Harrington, were the reader is really badass, and kills one of the demogorgons, and steve starts liking her?

Word Count: 3038 (suuuper long I kinda hate it)

Song: No song for this I kinda just blasted the whole soundtrack for two days straight

Summary: Kinda exactly what the requests say but if you didn’t read it it’s essentially Steve being Mom Of The Year and you being Dustin’s badass older sister that Steve falls for after seeing her in action while fighting the demodogs.

Warning(s): Violence, swearing, I think that’s it????

Author’s Note: I’ll do a smutty part two if y’all want it like I’ll probs do it anyway let’s be for real

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pairing: reader x jimin

rating: m

◦ word count: 7.7k

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Absurd. Absolutely fucking absurd. It was 2am during finals week and the cafe was out of coffee? You had some colorful words for the person responsible. Dragging yourself up the stairs with sleep-ridden eyelids, you muttered curses under your quickened breath. You clenched and unclenched your fist. It was safe to say that your fifth espresso shot had officially just worn off. Despite the troubling rate of heartbeat and the fact that your hand was shaking all on its own, the subtle pounding of a migraine lingered between your temples in demand for something to keep it awake.

There was still a menacing stack of papers left to grade. If something could pull you away from it all, you would have been thankful. It was almost nauseating, actually, how much work you had yet to complete. Who the hell said grad school was a good idea? The urge to scream rippled in the back of your throat, tempting you to let everything out and just empty yourself into time and space.

It did you no better to return to the study room –the very cramped one that you had booked privately for the entire day– to find a regretfully familiar face emptying his bag across from your belongings. “What do you think you’re doing?” You felt lightweight as the angry jitters travelled through your body. The heavy door slammed shut behind you. It sent a deafening sound cracking through the library.

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~College!au Pen Pal Yoongi~PART 7

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Hoseok ran past Yoongi, giggled erupting from his mouth. That looks suspicious, Yoongi thought. With that, he stood up and trailed after where Hoseok ran to. 

Hoseok and Yoongi, along with the youngest out of their friend group, Jungkook, were hanging out at the lounge of their dorms. There wasn’t much conversation going on; just them sitting near each other on the two couches and single love seat in the lounge.

“What was that?” Yoongi inquired, with a raised brow. Hoseok looked up from his phone, a mischievous smile painting his lips. “Oh nothing. Just texting…Bubbles.” Yoongi, who was aimlessly looking around the lounge, snapped his head toward Hoseok. 

“What? Why?”

“Oh come on, hyung. I was curious!” Hoseok raised his arms in defense at the glowering boy in front of him. Who knew Yoongi could be so defensive?

“About what?” Yoongi crossed his arms, a look of genuine interest on his face.

“About how you’re able to talk to her so easily…and not even know her! I just want to meet her; the legend,” Hoseok smirked at the last word. Yoongi scoffed. Legend? The only thing that made her legendary was the fact that he hadn’t cut ties with her after the first conversation.

“It isn’t easy talking to her,” Yoongi denied, rolling his eyes.

“Please,” Hoseok rolled his eyes, “I see your face when she texts you. No frown. Not a look of disappointment.” Just as Yoongi was about to disagree, Hoseok smiled. 

“Hm, even sometimes it looks like you’re looking at your phone in…content.” 

Yoongi raised his eyebrows and let out a humorless laugh, “Wow, that’s real funny Hoseok. Who knew you could be such a jokester?”

“I’m not joking,” Hoseok said, his voice dripping with seriousness. 

“Content? With talking to Bubbles?” Yoongi scoffed again. He didn’t hate talking to you, but it didn’t delight him, either. Right?

“See? Right there! Who else you knew have you given a nickname to?”

“That doesn’t count,” Yoongi waved his arm, “It was part of the assignment to have another alias so the other person didn’t find out who you were.”

“She couldn’t just went by you as ‘Unknown,’ you know that right?” Hoseok raised an eyebrow, both boys walking back toward the couches they were previously sitting on.

“Yeah, but she wanted a nickname,” Yoongi let the words fall out of his mouth before realizing what he said. 

“So you gave her what she wanted? Huh, that’s interesting coming from the guy who wouldn’t even share his food with anyone!” 

“Jungkook, tell Hoseok he’s being melodramatic,” Yoongi waved his hand in front of the maknae’s face. Jungkook, looking up from his phone, scoffed.

“Hyung, I agree with Hoseok hyung. We all do.”

“Unbelievable,” Yoongi muttered.

“You gotta admit, though. The way you act around us while texting her. You ignore us.”

“I always ignore you.”

“Yeah but this time you’re ignoring us for someone else,” Jungkook shrugged, “Hell, I do the same! Stupid Sarcastic Princess doesn’t know how much time I spend on her.” Jungkook then sighed, a small smile gracing his lips. Yoongi rolled his eyes. He doesn’t even hide his crush well, Yoongi thought.

“Face it, hyung. You’ve gone soft,” Hoseok concluded, leaning back in the sofa, a grin spreading his face.

Yoongi couldn’t reply. Soft? No, that wasn’t possible. No mater how hard you tried, you’d never get him to be soft. Hoseok has no idea what he’s talking about. 

“No I haven’t!”

“Look at you now. The old you would’ve just brushed it off and not cared. Now, you’re getting all defensive,” Jungkook laughed but silenced as soon as Yoongi started to glare. 

“Whatever. What were you texting Bu-her about?” Yoongi stared at the phone in Hoseok’s hand; the phone he hasn’t seemed to let go of. 

“Just what I told you: I wanted to meet the girl who managed to get through to Yoongi. Oh, and I might’ve let slip that you talk about her and think about her all the time.”

“YOU WHAT!?”

Yoongi chased a giggling Hoseok around the lounge, all the while Jungkook hid behind his phone, recording the entire thing.


AYYYY PART SEVEN! And it’s in Yoongi’s POV👀 I wanted y’all to see how he acts and when the boys tease him aww. What an oblivious soft boy.

EDIT: THANK YOU ANON FOR LETTING ME KNOW IN THE TEXTS YOONGI’S NAME WAS MENTIONED! IT WASN’T INTENTIONAL! Eh, just pretend it says “hyung”

Part 8?👀

You’re Drunk

SMUT SMUT SMUT enough said.

~ You and Harry are college buddies who live together and one time he comes home drunk, and very horny ~

Warning: smut, just that.

You were awaken by the crashing sound coming from the front door. You just knew right away that it was your flat mate since it wasn’t the first time he came home after midnight. He was definitely drunk because no sober person would curse a chair after knocking it over.

You sat up in bed and pulled up the cover to hide your revealing lace nightgown as Harry stumbled into your bedroom because you always went to bed leaving the door open. He would always go straight to his bed whenever he came home late, which was all the time, but this time you didn’t know why he went to your room instead. You just thought he was probably so drunk that he forgot where his room was. 

“Had fun I see,” you said to him. His eyes were weary and his skin flushed. You could smell the entire party on him.

“Yeh should’ve come.”

“I hate most people there.”

His large feet got in his way and he almost lost his balance, holding to the door knob to keep himself standing before he leaned against the doorframe for support.

“Did I wake yeh?” he asked with a crooked smile, closing his eyes because the room was starting to spin.

“No, I just happened to stay up until 2 AM waiting for your drunk ass to burst into my room,” you said and he seemed amused by you being sarcastic.

“I think…I think I drank too much—fuck,” he shook his head, which fell on his shoulder, heavy from the liquor.

“You think?”

“Stop mockin’ me,” his words tangled together on his tongue as he stumbled forward then crashed down right in front of you on your bed. You needed sleep because you had classes the next morning so there was no way you would let him fall asleep there. You grabbed his shoulders to pull him up but he let his full weight fall on you, knocking you flat down on your back with him lying on top. You told him to get off but he was too drunk to move, instead he was nuzzling into your neck. 

You had admitted to yourself a long time ago that you had a crush on Harry. Why wouldn’t you? He was a handsome young man with a good heart. But you never let him know about your little crush because you thought he wasn’t attracted to you. As Harry was snuggling into your arms, you could have just pushed him off and kicked him out of your room but you couldn’t do it because you enjoyed the feeling.

“I missed yeh, pet,” he almost sounded like a child and it was too adorable. Drunk Harry could be cute and yet so sexy. 

“Um…How was the party?” you asked, changing the subject as you felt your body temperature increase and your face turning red.

“S'fine. Kayla was all over me though.”

“Was she?” Kayla was just one of Harry’s friends who was obsessed with him.

“But I said “no, no, I have to go back to Y/N”. Yeah. And-and I asked Jack to drive me home ‘cause I missed yeh.”

You were taken aback and nervous at the same time, wondering to yourself if he knew what he was talking about or he was just speaking nonsense out of drunkenness.

“You’re so warm,” his hips swiveled against yours and you could feel his content smile against your neck. You held your breath and pushed his hips back.

“Let’s get you back to your room.”

Harry let you sit him up, sleep was in his eyes and he looked like a drunk little boy, which amused you. He smiled at you and thanked you for what reason you weren’t sure. You giggled and attempted to get yourself off the bed but he was quick to wrap his arms around your waist and shifted you into his lap, burying his head in your neck and pressing his lips to your jawline. Your whole body immediately reacted to him even though you were shocked by his action. You knew you shouldn’t have but you wanted more.

“Harry, what-” you tried to stop him but his wide palms slid up your back, holding you in place as his lazy kisses fell down your collarbone to just above your breasts. You felt his warm touch burning your skin over the thin fabric of your gown and didn’t try to protest when he cupped one of your breasts with his large hand. Your eyes went shut and you didn’t even know how he managed to get your dress off you, leaving you in just your panties half naked in front of his lustful eyes. His tongue found your nipple, flicking it and circling it slowly. You held onto the back of his head and let a light moan peel up your throat, automatically moving your hips, rubbing yourself against the cool metal of his belt buckle.

“Harry…we shouldn’t…” You didn’t know why you even tried to stop him when your whole body was participating in the action, but you still felt like you should have said something because he was drunk and you were sober. 

“I want to fuck yeh,” he asked with your nipple still between his lips and the sight of it along with those words were enough to make you lose your mind.

“You need to sleep.”

“M’not tired.”

“But you’re drunk.”

“I still know wha' I want,” His voice was rough against your ear and you rolled your eyes closed as he pressed a kiss to the spot below your jaw then across your cheek then you just completely gave in and let him kiss you. His tongue pushed against yours, letting you taste the liquor. You immediately moaned against his hot mouth because you could feel how hungry he was for you. Harry raised his arms up into the air and let you peel his shirt off and it didn’t take more than a few seconds for your panties to get ripped off.

You laid back down again with Harry between your opened legs, pushing his cock against your heat through his black trousers. You two kissed like a horny couple in love. He kept grinding his hips into yours and it was sending electricity through your core, making you a moaning mess beneath him. Harry pushed his hand between your bodies and drove two fingers into you suddenly. You gripped his arm as he pumped his long fingers hard and fast while sucking on your bottom lip. Harry pushed his fingers deeper, curling them against your walls, at the same time working on your clit as well. You sucked in a breath and clenched around his digits.

“Fuck, Harry—” His hand felt so good it was making you see stars. You rolled your hips quickly, his fingers still tucked inside you as you held his wrist. Riding his fingers like they were his cock as he watched with lustful eyes, his lip tucked between his teeth. You pulled his hand free and looked at him, his face was pure sex and desire and arousal so you just had to crash your mouth against his again. You unbuckled his belt and pulled open his button fly with a tug, sliding your hand between his boxers and jeans to rub him, get him fully hard and ready for you. You had turned into a completely different person and he really enjoyed how you were taking the initiative. 

“Fuck, baby. Let me fuck yeh.” Your entire body was on fire, strongly reacting to the sound of those words on his lips. You gripped his ass as he wasted no time driving into you. You tossed your head back on the bed and the two of you both groaned. He sucked the skin of your throat before planting his hand on the bed and gripping my hip with his other. He was going hard and fast, destroying your entire body with his thrusts. You soon forgot that he was drunk and just paid attention to how good he was making you feel.

You lifted your leg up his hip and he moved his arm to hook it under you knee and throw your leg over his shoulder. His face was red from pleasure and he slightly opened his mouth, his breath caught in his throat and you were so turned on watching him fuck you. You pushed his hair off his face and held his cheeks in your hands.

“Fuck, yeh feel good,” he managed to speak as you told him to fuck you harder if it was possible. You were digging your nails into his flesh, listening to the sound of your skin slapping and dirty moans filling the room. Both of you were loud and out of control as his cock slammed into you deep and hard. 

“Fuuuuck, Harry. Oh God. Oh shit.“ 

"Shit. Yeh gonna cum fo’ me, baby? C'mon.” His words breathed against your mouth and you felt like you were about to explode. You could hardly handle the tone of his voice when he was fucking you even deeper and it didn’t take you much longer to release. Your body started contracting and tensing. You screamed out his name, letting it pour passed your lips over and over again until you felt the warmth of him spilled deep inside you. Thankfully you were on the pills. You clung to his back as he panted against your neck, your core still wrapped around him, pulsing and contracting. He groaned and rolled to his back, pulling you on top of him while you petted his face. 

“Are yeh okay?” he asked and you nodded your head yes. 

“Yeah, are you?” 

“Yep.” Harry kept his eyes close, still trying to breath steady again. The fucking session might have sobered him up, you thought.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you fo’ so long,” he said after a moment, making you giggle and hide your face in his chest.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, it’s so hard when we’re livin’ together.”

You bit your bottom lip and felt heat rushing up to your cheeks.

“I have a crush on you,” you confessed. You had thought of a few scenarios in which you finally told him how you felt but this was definitely not one of them. Harry seemed quite indifferent toward what you had just said to him though which made you think he might not feel the same.

“I knew tha’. I mean…yeh made it quite obvious, the way you’ve always looked at me.”

Your eyes widened as you gasped and smacked his chest slightly. “And you didn’t say anything?” 

“I thought it was cute tha’ yeh tried to hide it. But if it makes yeh feel better…” He locked eyes with you and a playful dimpled smile appeared on his pretty face. “…I have a crush on yeh too.”


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anonymous asked:

Magic AU. Bitty is a baker who really messed up this maybe-not-recipe. Jack is a powerful but quiet demon who isn't sure what's going on, but there's pie.

Okay you sent this a literal year ago, but it’s finally done. Also, it’s 5k. 

I will post another, more refined version on ao3 (with betaing, even) in December, after NaNo, but please enjoy!



“Aaand… done.” Bitty shuts the oven firmly, and claps flour off his hands. He picks up the yellowed piece of paper from the counter, and scans his eyes over the recipe. He’d had to buy a few… weirder ingredients from the internet to get it done, but as long as it came out of the oven correctly, he’d get an A on his project, meaning that he would be officially done with his Bachelor’s degree in American Studies.

Now, to wait. The recipe said an hour, but Bitty’s oven was, obviously, better (though not by much) than a simple fireplace stove, and so he’d set it for thirty minutes, which was just enough time to finish that new movie he’d been watching.

Thirty minutes later, he pulls out a steaming pie, and grins. The crust is a beautiful golden brown (and all the symbols the recipe said were necessary stood out nicely, a darker, richer brown than the rest of the crust, unexpected but pleasant). “Perfect,” he mumbles to himself, setting it on the counter. He was tempted, all of a sudden, to cut into it. But it needed to be perfect for his professor, and she was a renowned stickler. He’d fail if it wasn’t perfect, and he didn’t have the money to buy the ingredients for another try. There were only so many places one could get rat tails for cheap.

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Thoughts About The Signs

Aries: Broken hearts and bloodstained fingers, your voice reminds me of a lively melody. A warriors heart with a delicate soul, an unlikely combination you put together so well. You have it hard, don’t you? Yet you get up with only the skin at your knees scraped and dripping red.

Taurus: The reminiscence of a rose - the single flower that’s so impossible to hate, delicate and pretty, even when it stops blooming. Your voice could calm even the most chaotic oceans, always soothing with soft notes of comfort. Even your eyes could mesmerise the most soulless creature; your sweet face leaves me dreaming in heartache.

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Stress Relief (M)

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gif created by: Admin Smuttyfairy

Summary: When it’s been awhile since you’ve paid a visit to Mr. CEO Kim Taehyung’s office for help in his relief of stress. c;

Genre: saaa-mutttttt

Keywords: rough sex, dirty talk, begging, teasing, orgasm denial(ish)??, spanking c:

Word Count: 4028

Written by: Admin Smuttyfairy

A/N: I tried :D…anyway, I started on this last summer and completely forgot about it until I was scrolling through my google doc files. I started working on it again so here’s the finished product (again, i tried :D)!

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You knew it was me.

“Well, Draco?” said Lucius Malfoy. He sounded avid. Have his eyes always been this green? 

Maybe it isn’t him. 

Who am I kidding? I’d know those eyes anywhere. 

God, Potter, what did you do? 

It’s been a while, hasn’t it, Potter? 

Hogwarts isn’t the same without you there. 

"Is it? Is it Harry Potter?”

I hope it isn’t. 

I missed him. 

"I can’t – I can’t be sure,” said Draco. 

But I know it is. 

Granger could have thrown at you every hex in the book and I’d still recognize the way you look at me. 

Harry saw Draco’s face up close now, right beside his father’s. They were extraordinarily alike, except that while his father looked beside himself with excitement, Draco’s expression was full of reluctance, even fear. 

Please end this already, Potter.

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Originally posted by lawlliets

Genre: Drama/Soulmate!AU

Word Count: 6914


Most people are born with three names tattooed on their wrist: Their true love, their biggest enemy, and their greatest ally. You only have one name. (X)


You were walking slower than normal, the tall stack of paper and envelopes weighing you down and throwing off your balance. You could feel your purse slipping from your shoulders, and your arms were growing tired as you walked across the lobby of your office building. You took a few rushed steps towards the stairwell, the elevator had unfortunately stopped working. You leant the stack of papers against the wall, readjusting your grip before attempting to ascend the narrow stairwell. Sadly, your efforts were in vain.

Rushed footsteps were approaching fast from behind until suddenly, a body slammed into your shoulder. You gasped in horror as you watched the stack of paper in your hands topple to the ground. You looked up, expecting an apology, but all you saw was the figure of an unfamiliar man with blonde hair, dressed in a suit, hastily dashing up the stairway, skipping every second step.

“Rude,” you muttered to yourself, hearing his footsteps grow quieter as he ascended. You glanced down at the mess in front of you, stretching out your hands to soothe the ache that had developed from carrying the stack. You glanced down at your wrists as you massaged the joint, watching the words written on the skin crease with your movements.

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My Personal Top 10 Villain and Hero Prompts so far List

10) “Such faith…” the villain looked at the other in wonder, reverence, shocked awe that quite stole their breath. Such beautiful, stupid, blindness. They were the most perfect creature the villain had ever seen. “Tell me, if I asked you for your heart, would you give it to me?”
“You have it already.” As if they hadn’t just met. “Or do you mean literally?
”It was all the villain could do not to grin, wolfish. They didn’t want to scare this miracle, after all. But oh, how strangely ensnaring it was to be trusted so completely.“Come with me.” X


9) “So protective…” the villain murmured. “You were never so protective over me.”
“You never needed anyone to protect you!”
The look on the villain’s face stopped them dead. X


8)   They knew it was wrong, they knew they shouldn’t like seeing the antagonist like this. A shell of themselves, fragile, held together by stitches. But oh they were so pliant like this. So scared of doing wrong and so desperately needing reassurance.
“I forgive you.”
“It’s going to be okay.”
“You’re not a monster.”
The hero had never felt so addictively needed in their life, so redemptive, so powerful to have the villain breathless and overwhelmed with the smallest of kindnesses. They felt like god. X


7)  The villain prowled closer, gaze intent.
“Mm. The last time someone looked at me like that we didn’t get out of bed all weekend, good times.”
“Cute bravado, it won’t save you.”
“You’re blushing.” X


6) “Fix it.”
“I can’t.”
The protagonist dropped to their knees, a sick feeling curdling in the pit of their belly. “Please - see, I’m begging and everything - fix it.” They swallowed hard. “Please.” Their voice voice cracked.
“I can’t,” the antagonist said. They tugged one hand through their hair, jerked the other in a gesture for the protagonist to get up. “I’m not saying it to spite you, I literally can’t. This is beyond my power. I’m sorry.”
The protagonist stared at them in numb disbelief. X


5) “Go on,” the antagonist rasped. Their eyes were intent upon the protagonist’s, their lips startlingly red with blood. Breath panting. “Finish it.”
The protagonist’s hand wavered, head spinning, adrenaline coursing nauseously through their body. Some distance away, their allies were starting to approach. The antagonist’s expression softened. “Finish it.” They reached up a hand to steady the protagonist on their weapon. “You’ll be a hero, everyone will love you, the world will be yours for the taking. You’ve come so far and grown so much, you’ve fought so hard. You can do it. It’s alright.”
“You want to die?”
“Don’t ask me that. I’d rather it be by your hand than theirs.” X


4)  “Let me tell you something,” the antagonist said. “You want to get away with being a monster, you act like a hero.” X


3)  “Dearest. Darling. Sweetheart,” the protagonist flatly recited the list of endearments the antagonist was most likely to wield in their conversations. “You’re play acting at intimacy again. God, it must be desperately lonely being you.”
“Oh, love. I’m not the one play acting at anything – if I wanted to be intimate with you, baby, I’d bother to learn your name.” X


2) “Beautiful girl in need of saving, you’re predictable,” said the villain. She circled the hotel room, removing the silken scarf from around her neck and letting it drop.
The heroine set her weapon slowly down on the bed beside them. “Compulsive need to play act a girl in need of saving,” she returned. “You’re transparent.” A smile flickered across the villain’s lips. “I like pretending to be you. It’s intimate.”“You think I need saving?”
“Of course,” the villain purred. “I know who you’re up against.” X


1)  “Shh, it’s alright,” the villain said. “You’re doing beautifully and I’m so proud of you. But that’s enough now. It was cruel of them to make you fight me - you could never have won. It’s not your fault.” X


+ 1; AKA the first heroes and villains prompt I wrote, of the classic style you might know me for (I wrote villainous prompts before this one, but they wouldn’t be what you guys call my villain and hero prompts in the same way)

“What happened to you?” He strained against the cuff, face twisted up and flushed. “You’re not like this - this isn’t you.”

“And how would you know what I’m like?” he drew the knife, caressed it along Marco’s cheek. “You left. And now you want to leave again…but the boss won’t be so happy about that, old friend.”

X

170815 The War Fansign: Kyungsoo fanaccounts

@1248_room
Me: When did you start to raise Meokmul and Huchu?
KS: Ah, because I’ve always liked dogs~
Me: Ah…. I meant the opportunity to!!
KS: The opportunity to! (eyes get big) My parents used to dislike dogs! But I was determined and kept pushing until they said yes.
Me: Ah~ so they’re at your parents’ home??
KS: Yes~~

@LOVELYRIM0408: I forgot everything as soon as I made eye contact with Kyungsoo… I told him my wedding was in December and his eyes got even bigger as he congratulated me extremely earnestly haha. [On my request] his suggested nuptial song was For Life and when I asked if he could come sing it personally for us, he said “I’d like to….” haha. Kyungsoo, thank you sincerely for your suggestion and blessing

@luv_in0114
Me: You know how Mr. Jo Jungseok calls you a s..son of a bitch in Brother?
KS: Ah, yes !
Me: I have these dog-bird figures.. [t/n: s.o.b. and dog-bird are both spelled ‘gaesae’]
KS: Ah? They’re really called gaesae?
Me: Yes!
KS: There’s really something called gaesae??
Me: Ah n..no there’s not actually something called gaesae, these are just figures !
KS: (looks at boxes laughing) Ah so I have a chance of getting one of these four?
Me: Yes ! Please open it later~
KS: (was already opening it) Pfthahahaha

The dog-bird Kyungsoo got was the pug-bird ! When he asked me if “there was really something called gaesae..???” he was really serious about the question…

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To the one who thinks about the hurtful words that have been said to her from time to time:
On most days, you might be fine, but there are some moments that just remind you all over again of the hurtful words that one person told you. Whether it was a relationship, a friend, or even a family member or fellow church member…even though you may feel the hurt, the Word of God still has the final authority in your life. No words define you other than His.

For the word of God is living and active, sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing to the division of soul and of spirit, of joints and of marrow, and discerning the thoughts and intentions of the heart. - Hebrews 4:12

If you’re struggling to get past the reminders of the negative things that were said to you, pray and ask the Lord to show you how to replay His Words in your mind instead of theirs. You may have told yourself you could never forget what they said, but imagine if you could cling to the Word of the Lord in that way. Imagine it was His Word that was interwoven into your thoughts and not the words of others. People can talk about you behind your back, say mean or passive aggressive things to your face, or make you feel one inch tall without ever saying a word, but they can never take away who you are in Christ. They can never have more impact on your life than the King who calls you His daughter. There is nothing anything anyone says that can take away from what God has already said about you.

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A song on this topic:
Listen to the new song, “Daughter of The King” by @jamiegraceh feat. @morganhnichols on YouTube!

Oh My

Pairings: Avengers x fem! Reader

Word Count: 1800

Warnings: Bad pick-up lines (that I did not come up with), bad language, kinda dirty? Really lame. Idk?

(A/N): I have no idea why I came up with this, but I did. So, yeah. If you see a pick-up line/ dirty remark that belongs to you, message me and I´ll gladly credit you.

Summary: Seven times that you´ve flustered your teammates just for the fun of it and that one time it all backfired on you.

Originally posted by models-in-motion-gifs

“It’s amazing how you don’t even have to open your mouth to give me a headache, Stark.”

Wanda sighs, burying her head in her hands at the kitchen aisle as the brunet steps into the room with a loud whistle and a teasing smirk at the sight of you in a sports bra and the ridiculously expensive and, quite frankly, short shorts he got you for Christmas as a joke.

You chuckle from where you sit on the counter by the stove, waiting for your coffee to brew as you watch the exchange.

He looks mildly offended at her statement, but is quick to regain his cheerfulness once he catches whiff of the freshly brewed coffee and the pancakes Clint made earlier.

“Whatever you say”

He strolls out of the kitchen once more and she smiles, feeling your fingers as they find their way to her chin to coax her to look up at you. Your half-lidded eyes are dark, and she feels her stomach do a flip.

“You said you have a headache?”

“Did I now?”

She quirks a delicate brow at you and you laugh.

“Did you know that sex is an utterly delightful way to cure a headache?”

She bites back a gasp, gaze briefly straying from your own pair of eyes to your lips before she schools her features once more and leans back in her chair.

She was not going to go down without a fight

“Not happening”

“The training room is empty”

You waggle your eyebrows at her suggestively, chuckling lowly at the blush that coloured her cheeks before you decide to turn back towards the counter and pour yourself some well-deserved coffee.


Incredible speed and stamina were part of the Super Soldier package Steve signed up for decades back, you know so much.

So, naturally, you didn’t worry much when your target decided to make a run for it and dashed towards the nearest highway.

And, instead of chasing after the duo, you set into a casual stroll towards a nearby parked car, fully intend to borrow it for one hour or another.

By the time you found your partner, at the other end of the considerably large city, he had tackled the wheezing man to the ground and was cuffing his hands behind his back.

“Well done, Captain”

You smile at him as he shoves the male into the back seat, grounding out a slightly breathless “You couldn’t have driven any faster?” when he settled in the passenger seat himself.

“Why, Captain, I didn’t want to break the law on sacred American soil.”

His groan is accompanied by him rolling his brilliant blue eyes, a wave and a dismissive

“Just drive”

It’s a request you comply with, yet not before you send a charming smirk his way.

“As you desire, Captain. Although I must say that when I leave people out of breath, it is by far more pleasant​.”

Your coy smile and wink do nothing but worsen the flush that spreads across his cheeks like a wildfire, the delightful, embarrassed silence that reigns the car after that, lifting your spirits considerably for the rest of the day.


Bruce was frustrated, his jaw in a tight lock and his short-clipped nails digging into the palms of his hands as he stared at the unfinished work before him.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Your warm breath flutters across his neck and he shivers, leaning forward slightly​ in a futile attempt to hide the goosebumps that sprung up all over his arms, from you.

“I’m just frustrated that I still can’t figure out how to solve this problem”

He points at the papers before him, sitting still as you peer over his shoulder to inspect his notes.

“Well, I am afraid I cannot help you with that, darling. I can however offer you some delicious coffee and donuts”

You outstretch your hand and place both the box with the donuts and the coffee onto the table, careful not to spill any onto his work.

As much as you loved to wander the line between absolutely deadly and mildly dangerous on missions, even you knew that vexing Bruce of all people was an incredibly stupid idea.

He carefully pries the box open with a grateful nod, a smile reaching his face when he discovers his favourites inside.

“Do you want one?”

He keeps his eyes trained on you and the box tilted as you step closer to the table and into his line of sight, smile on your lips.

“You sure?”

“They're​ best shared”

His answer is as short as it is sweet, and you cannot help but agree as you take one.

“Some of the best things in life are”

Your lip twitches teasingly, your eyes twinkling with amusement as you lean in slightly closer.

“I figured you wouldn’t take kindly to me borrowing one of Tony’s suits to drag you out of your lab-cave to eat with me, so I decided to bring the food to you.”

You set your trap, now you just had to wait for a response

“I would probably tase you”

He states calmly, taking a bite

Perfect

“Of all the things I partake in, darling, anything to do with electric shocks is not one of them”

You grin charmingly his way, silently daring him to make a move and carry the conversation further.

“I’ll keep it in mind”

He laughs, nervously scratching at his cheek while your grin only widens.

“I do, however, fancy the occasional cuffing, if you’re keeping note of my pleasures for further use.”

You snort a laugh at his deep flush, quickly finishing your donut and making your way out of his lab, already in search of your next victim.


“Did you shoot someone today, Katniss?”

“No”

His gaze doesn’t stray from the target as he fires, hitting bullseye with a self-satisfied smirk.

“Are you certain?”

“Positive”

“Really?”

He sends you a confused look over his shoulder, watching the smirk on your face with furrowed brows.

“ ´Cause you hit my heart with one of those arrows right from the moment I saw you.”

“This one sucked bad, [Y/N]!”

He laughs

“Indeed, it did. Although I have to say that I would prefer a completely different scenario where you suck.”

His barking laugh is as amused as it is flustered, his hand reaching out to scratch at the back of his head.

“I set myself up for this one, didn’t I?”

“Kind of, yeah.”


“This is lame…”

Tony groans, burying his head in his folded arms while Fury sends a pointed glare his way.

“I’d rather drive a bullet through my leg than do that!”

The billionaire points at the screen behind the director and groans again for emphasis, while you take your chance and lean in closer to his ear.

“I could thrill you in different ways if you desire, Stark”

He chokes on air and you smirk, ignoring Fury’s unamused expression entirely.

Too easy


“Closer, [Y/N]”

“I’ve been waiting decades for you to say that, Romanoff.”

“I need you-”

“You need me?” You lick your lips, teasingly shifting closer to give her her desired distance.

“I swear to god, [Y/N], I will kill you”

She avoids her green eyes from the lightbulb she was changing, from her position on your shoulders, and sends a glare your way.

You meet her gaze with your steady, unwaveringly teasing one and she finds it ridiculous how you manage to give her a smouldering look even from your current position.

“You are no fun”

“I can be plenty fun

She retorts half-heartedly, sliding down your back gracefully, while you turn to regard her with darkening eyes.

“My, my, Romanoff. Is that so?”

You lean in closer, mildly surprised when she copies the motion and meets your amused pair of [E/C] eyes.

“I can give you a show and tell later”

Two can play that game, huh?

“Why tell”

You inch impossibly closer, voice regressing into but a seductive purr.

“When you can show me just fine”

Your lips skim her earlobe and she shivers, a blush tinting her cheeks for the friction of a second before the look of defeat sets upon her features.

I win


“That was kind of lame, Barnes”

You throw a water bottle his way and watch him catch it with a small shrug of his shoulders.

“Sorry I didn’t go hard on you, doll.”

You smirk into your own bottle

“Is that the first time you had to say that?”

He looks puzzled for a second before realization sets in and he chuckles, deep and throatily in a way that only brightens your already good mood.

“What do you think?”

“I think we should fix your problem”

“Oh, is that so?”

You inch closer

“My room is nearby, James

“Who said I need a room?”

“Smooth, Barnes.”

The smirk on his face is wide and daring, mirroring your own so perfectly you actually wonder whether you will be able to crack him.

“Part of the package, doll.”

Brilliant

“Mind showing me the whole package in my room?”

You let your eyes wander to his lips for emphasis, catching a glimpse of the flush that crawls up his neck with barely contained self-satisfaction.

Bingo


“Sorry I’m late, I didn’t want to come.”

You sigh and settle down next to Natasha, momentary surprised to see a smirk cross her face.

“I could have sworn that’s what you said yesterday in Stark’s room”

You choke on the coffee you had been nursing in your hands and face her with a disbelieving look, while Tony scoffs.

“Speak for yourself, Romanoff. If she´d complain, she´d complain about Capsicle or his buddy. I bet those two veterans can´t even get it up anymore.”

His crude joke is shot down by Bucky´s barking laugh

“That´s brilliant coming from you, Stark! Do I need to mention that we´ve got 80 years of practice and can literally rock her world?”

Ever so calmly you put down your cup of coffee and reach out to cover Peter´s ears. The poor boy was but a blushing mess by now, his current predicament going completely unnoticed by the team.

“Please, boys! I think we all know that none of you hold a candle to me! I mean, I don´t even have to touch her!”

Wanda cuts in, smirking triumphantly at the sputtering males. Your own cheeks flare up, Peter´s cool hands pleasant on your burning skin when he reaches out to return the favour and cover your own ears.

“Oh, please! [Y/N] would much rather be with someone who never misses, if you know what I mean!”

Clint chirps in with a grin, sending you a wink over the table.

You take it as your cue to leave, dragging a flustered Peter along and completely missing the team´s self-satisfied smirks on your way out.

“That´ll teach her…”

Lie to me - Dean Winchester x Reader - Chapter 3 (French Mistake AU)

Title: Lie to me

Pairing: Dean/Jensen x Reader x Sam

Word Count: 4,985

Warnings: None

Imagine: Imagine Dean and Sam getting transported to the French Mistake universe. Only for Dean to realize he is married to you, his best friend, love of his life and… Sam’s girlfriend.

Great thank you to @gaveherhearttotheliontattoo for being an amazing beta!

Read Part 1 here! l Read Part 2 here!

“What’s this?” his voice was shaking and as soon as you took notice of what he was talking your eyes widened.

“Oh crap, was that there all this time? I would have ruined the surprise.” you exclaimed, rushing to his side to take the photo – let’s say – from the fridge.

“Wait- wait-” Dean blinked “What surprise?”

“What do you mean?” you looked up at him, truly perplexed “The surprise. You know the one we have for Jared and Gen and practically everybody else in our fam- Alright, what is going on Jensen?”

“I’m- I’m alright, it’s just that-” he shook his head “I’m sorry it feels almost as if I’m not- not myself today.” he cleared his throat and in the end you sighed, giving him a sympathetic look.

“Baby” you cupped his cheek “Do you need to get some rest? Honestly just-”

“No, (Y/n).” he shook his head, cutting you off softly as he took a hold of your hand “Just- can you tell me what this is?”

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

LAMP, au where everyone is born with wings distinctive to their personality but can only fly after meeting their soulmate (can be platonic if you want), fluff please!!!

**This got so ridiculously long, and I am so, so ridiculously pleased. This is 2,760 words. How did this happen? 

Warnings: Small amount of swearing, some angst but I couldn’t resist a fluffy ending, lots of tears shed

This is poly sanders, Romantically involved because I’m a sucker for romance**


It happened when Virgil was born. There was a problem with the birth and he had to have surgery done, resulting in the loss of his wings.

“What did they look like?” He used to ask his mother. She’d tell him how soft they were, how dark they were, the color of the night sky dipped in the ocean. How beautiful they could have become. After awhile, he asked less and less sad to hear about what could have been and what would never be, and by the time he was ten he had come to hate the mere mention of his non-existent wings.

All of the adults pitied him, all of the children teased him.

Virgil was teased for it, of course he was, all throughout school. All the other children had wings, all the other children would find their Soulmates.

Soulmates.

It was bitter on his tongue.

Another tragedy all the winged beings encompassed themselves with.

Everyone had a Soulmate.

‘You probably don’t even have a Soulmate. That’s why they took your wings away.’

At first, he denied it. He wanted so desperately to fit in. He told them, he did have a Soulmate, and his Soulmate would be the most beautiful person ever. They’d tease him. They’d laugh at him. They’d tell him he was wrong.

He’d never have a Soulmate.

And he grew to hate them, too.

He grew to hate his non-existent Soulmate. The reason he was teased. The reason he was mocked. The reason he was alone.

Virgil would never have a Soulmate.

~

It was years after he had graduated high school that he met another with very similar thinking to his own.

They had run into each other on the street. An accident, really. Virgil hadn’t been looking where he was walking, hood pulled up and eyes cast down, and had collided with a man as he turned the corner.

Logan, he’d soon learn, hadn’t been watching his steps either; nose buried in some book more important than his steps.

Virgil was sarcastic and bitter, Logan was frozen, frowning at his wings.

“Do I know you?” He asked finally, as Virgil stepped past.

“Nope.”

“You sure?”

“Yes?”

“It’s just….” He shivered.

“I don’t care.”

Two years later, and they were happily living together as a couple.

Logan had similar thoughts to Virgil when it came to Soulmates.

“I don’t want my love to be determined by “pre-existing forces”. I should be allowed to decide for myself who I live the rest of my life with.”

Semi-similar to Virgil at least- Logan’s view point wasn’t stemmed from years of self-loathing and teasing.

“Good thing you got me then,” Virgil would say, smirking. After all, they loved each other, but Logan couldn’t fly.

He once said that his wings felt odd whenever Anxiety was around. Lighter almost, but said his heart felt that way too and then the conversation would usually lead into the “emotions” territory, which both men were terrible with.

But, they knew they loved each other, and that’s all they needed.

~

“I…. I met my Soulmate today.”

Virgil immediately dropped his phone to the couch, eyes wide for a split second before falling flat and empty.

“Oh.”

“Yeah…. It was… odd. My wings,” He glanced behind him, flexing out the gray feathered appendages so they brushed the ceiling and then folded them back and frowned, “I felt…. they fluttered. All on their own. It was like air was-”

“Yeah, I get it,” Virgil cut him off. Logan snapped his mouth shut.

Virgil didn’t like talking about his own wings, yes, but he seemed to live through Logan. Always asking to feel the otherswings, to groom them. He’d ask for Logan to tell him how they felt in the wind, how it felt to sleep, how it felt to have them pet…. He may not remember having his own wings, but he did seem to miss them.

“I’ll take you flying one day,” Logan told him one night as they curled together in a hammock, his left wing draped over them. “I’ll carry you in the sky with me in the night. Just you and me.”

“If you’re flying you’ll have your Soulmate,” Virgil had pointed out bitterly, a word very accurate to anytime he discussed Soulmates.

“Sure. I’ll find them, but I don’t need a Soulmate. I have you, and you’re all I want.”

“Look, just get on with it already.” Virgil’s words snapped Logan from his thoughts.

“Get on with what?” He asked in confusion, not an emotion he particularly liked, but one he found himself dealing with often when it came to his boyfriend. For someone who didn’t like feelings, Virgil had quite a few of them.

“You’re leaving, right? You’ve discovered your real Soulmate, you’ve realized being with me is foolish and you’re going to go be with them, right?” He wasn’t looking at Logan now, simply staring at his lap. His tone was emotionless.

“Hey,” Logan’s tone was sharp. He immediately walked over and sat beside the other. “Virgil,” He picked up the others hand and got no resistance. “Yes, I’ve found a Soulmate, but that means nothing. I’m interested, I suppose that’s the pull of the soulbond, but I would never, ever leave you. It’s you’ve I’ve fallen in love with Virgil, and it’s you who I’ve chosen to spend the rest of my life with, soulbond be damned.”

Virgil couldn’t stop himself, “Don’t say that.” He sniffled, “I know the power of a soulbond.” He didn’t, obviously, but he had been told, “I know it’s nearly impossible to resist. I don’t…. I don’t want you to hurt, because you’ve ignored them, I-….”

Logan reached out and lifted the others head, his own eyes meeting Virgil’s watery own.

“I just don’t want you to leave me-” His voice cracked at the end, and Logan was holding him then. Whispering soft sweet nothings and promises he would never break.

He would never leave Virgil. He could never leave Virgil.

If he could, he would give his own soul to him.

~

Through lots of talking, and after many months, Logan began happily dating his Soulmate, Patton. Whom, he’d come to find, was not his only Soulmate.

“Who knew you were so high-maintenance,” Virgil joked when he found out.

“It’s very upsetting,” Logan had frowned.

“How so? We not enough for you now?” It was a joke, but Logan always took Virgil’s self-depreciating humor seriously. Some small part of Virgil was thankful for that.

“You shouldn’t measure yourself out like that. Virgil, you’re greater than you know.” He kissed the others head, “And, I was referring to the fact that I still am unable to carry you through the skies.”

“Hm, well I’m still holding you to that, so get on that “finding your other Soulmate and/or Soulmates” thing.”

Logan smiled.

“Yes dear.”

After about three months of Patton and Logan being together, Virgil finally met the famed “Heart”.

Virgil never understood why Logan referred to him like that. Yes, Logan gushed (though, he wouldn’t admit to it) about the other and his emotional state of every second of every day, and how open he was about his feelings, but the nickname was still out of place.

Then, Virgil saw him.

His wings, large, red, and shimmering, were the shape of a heart when extended to full length. A large extension of the man himself.

It took merely three weeks for Virgil to fall head-over-heels for the other man, but he never said a word. This was Logan’s Soulmate- Virgil didn’t belong anywhere in that mix.

So, he kept his distance. He stayed out of the confusion that was Soulmates. Especially, Soulmates that weren’t his.

Puppy love, he called it. He was sure it’d pass.

It didn’t.

Everyday, it seemed his affections grew, until one day he confessed his feelings to Logan, apologizing over and over about butting in where he doesn’t belong, about getting in the way of his and Patton’s soulbond.

“Virgil,” Logan had said, “Virgil it’s okay. You can’t help who you love, anymore than I can. Love is okay, Virgil. You’re the one who taught me that. It’s okay.”

And a day later, Virgil had more than he could have hoped as he sat inbetween his partner of so many years, and his partner of seven minutes.

Patton had, or so he said, loved Virgil since the day they met.

Virgil said Patton was just being dramatic.

Patton only ruffled his wings in reply.

~

“Why don’t you understand, I have no control over this?” Logan ran a frustrated hand through his hair.

“You said you did! You said you’d never leave me! That you chose me!” Virgil yelled back, tears streaming down his face.

“I can’t choose who my Soulmates are, it’s not my fault!” Logan shot back, raising his voice in frustration more than anger.

He had met his Soulmate. Apparently, he had only two. He had all but flown (literally, he had to restrain himself) when he had run into a young man hurrying out of the local town hall, the two running hard into each other, but Logan having leaped back (okay, maybe he had kinda flown) so he didn’t fall.

Logan could finally fly.

He had flown home immediately to tell Virgil, who had been ecstatic to learn Logan had found his other Soulmate. Getting to know Patton and understand Soulbond’s better had really opened his mind and allowed him to see past what years of pain had done to him.

A week later, Logan was already dating Roman, and that’s when things got rocky.

Roman was all Logan talked about. Roman was all Logan thought about. Roman was all Logan cared about.

Then Pat.

Patton met Roman.

Lo and behold, Roman was his final Soulmate as well, and he had soared with love, high into the sky.

Roman had a third Soulmate, though, as Virgil had been told he still couldn’t fly.

And now, two months later, Virgil was done. He had been hoping, he had been hoping so hard things could work.

But his love wasn’t even close to enough when it came to soulbonds. They would always be more. They would always be better. And they would always be…. not him.

He knew he loved Logan and Patton. He knew they loved him, too. Though his mind liked to say it was lies, he had put all his faith and hope into their love and he would trust them with it.

It was hard though.

He wanted to believe the others loved him. He wanted to be enough for them. But, it was obvious now that he wasn’t. He’d never compare to their souls. He’d never compare to what they had.

Not him.

Not the wingless, soulless nobody.

Not Virgil.

Which lead to now. When Virgil had declared their relationship over. When he said he was leaving.

“You said you understood that I was with them! If you didn’t like that I was with them, why didn’t you say something?!” Logan fumed.

“BECAUSE THEY’RE YOUR SOULMATES!”

Virgil screamed, and the tears fell.

Everything was silent.

“Because, I could never, ever make you choose. Because, I know that you could never choose me over your soulbond.”

“What do you know about Soulmates?” The words left his mouth in rage, and died immediately in the battle.

It didn’t matter.

Their damage was done.

Virgil sobbed and covered his mouth with his hand.

“Virgil, I didn’t mean it-”

He was gone. Out the door like lightning, and tears falling like rain.

He wouldn’t know, but Logan immediately called Patton, and both took to the skies to look for him.

Hard to find one man in a city though, however hard they looked.

He managed to make his way towards the center of the city, twisting through streets until he was sure he had to be in another Country, walking for long, long hours he never wanted to end. He didn’t want to go back and face what had happened He didn’t want to face the reality he had been thrust into.

Why couldn’t he just have a soulbond like everyone else? Why couldn’t he have been normal?

“Hey!”

He fell backwards as another person collided with him.

He kept his gaze on the ground as the other lept backwards into the air.

Another person to rub it in his face how alone he was.

“You!”

Suddenly, hands were holding his face, and making him look upwards into the face of one of the handsomest men he knew. Though, to be fair he was, had been, dating the other two.

“You’re- why are you crying? Are you hurt?! Is my first act upon finding my true love only to hurt them?! Oh, how tragic! How dismal! How utterly horrific of me! I must-”

“Let go of me,” He pushed the other off and scrubbed at his eyes with his hands, “you didn’t do nothin’. I’m fine.”

“Well, that’s one relief,” The other sighed, but then he knelt down and was brushing the hair from Virgil’s face, “But, when I find out whoever it was that hurt my Soulmate, they won’t be so happy.”

Virgil chuckled bitterly, the salty tears finding the corners of his lips as if to remind him he needed to be sad.

“Don’t know if you’ve noticed buddy,” He motioned to his back, “But, I’m afraid you have the wrong guy.”

“Nonsense!” He jumped at how loud the other became, “It was your touch that brought me flight, thus it is your final soul that is bound to mine!”

Virgil scowled at the ground, “Look. I don’t have a soul, so it can’t be me. Just leave me alone!”

His pursuer stayed silent. He crouched down in front of Virgil and brushed the hair, once more, from his eyes.

“I don’t know what’s befallen you in life to make the sun so dark in your eyes, and I can’t take those filters away, but allow me to help, and I can brighten the sun tenfold until all you can see is its beauty.”

And it was all Virgil needed.

He had lived, all his life, every waking moment, believing he was soulless. That he couldn’t be anybodies. He couldn’t, wasn’t, like others. And suddenly, this man swoops in and tells him he has a soul. Further yet, that it has a mate.

And he’s sobbing again, and he’s being held and whispered, too. Told that everything would be okay.

He hears, vaguely, the other mention carrying him in flight to Virgil’s home, but he turns him down.

Logan, his first love, currently one of his only, had promised him his first flight. And now, he may never ever get it, but he wouldn’t destroy that promise. He held it dear, closer to his heart than his soul, and he couldn’t give it away.

“Okay, let me call for my others, and they can come help, okay?”

Virgil didn’t understand, but he nodded anyways.

A few short minutes later, he heard it.

A loud clap as shoes met pavement, and then he was being barreled into and pulled from his supposed Soulmate into new arms.

“Virgil, Virge, thank God, thank God,” Someone wept, “I was so worried, so scared, I didn’t- I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.”

It was Logan.

It was Logan that was holding him.

He clutched tightly to his shirt.

It was Logan who came for him.

Soulbond be damned.

It was Logan he loved.

It was Patton he loved.

His heart wrenched.

….This was it. What he didn’t understand before.

A solebond hurt.

A solebond hurt so much.

He may not love him now, but he knew. He knew he’d love him later.

He knew he’d love his soulmate- this man he had met only an hour earlier.

Had he known, he would have recognized this feeling many years ago, when he first met Logan.

~

“Thank you.”

He’d say, as he leaned into Logan’s chest, wind ruffling his hair as they flew across the stars.

Roman was twirling through clouds, attempting to be Peter Pan and discovering that clouds are, infact, made of water.

Patton was connecting stars with his flight pattern, creating large dogs, and fluffy cats in the sky.

“I always keep my promises.”