yeah everything is alright

Being Tony’s daughter and daing Peter would include...

Originally posted by brokencxstiel

(Not my gif) 

  • Tony not knowing of course 
  • OF COURSE;
  • You’ve been secretly dating for over a year 
  • A.FUCKING.YEAR; 
  • The rest of the avengers finding out: 
  • Steve wanted to wake you up and caught you cuddling with Peter 
  • You were having a sleepover thingy with Wanda when Peter came in through the window with his spider-man costume. 
  • BLEEDING. 
  • After you helped him with the wounds and kissed his forehead, Wanda connected two and two 
  • Thor walked on you two making out 
  • Vision just- 
  • He just doesn’t learn to knock
  • Natasha was listening to you rambling, when you accidentally told her 
  • Bruce recognized Peter’s t-shirt when you wore it and casually asked if you two were dating 
  • CLINT CAUGHT YOU ON A DATE 
  • “Y/N?” 
  • and then you turned around slowly
  • and Peter just kinda stared at Clint with emotionless look on his face. ;
  • So the whole team kept the secret 
  • and Tony doesn’t know; 
  • One time you had a pretty hard make out session and things got heated.
  • You ended up with a hickey 
  • AND EVERYONE FREAKED OUT BECAUSE TONY WOULD SEE IT 
  • “Here! Have a turtle neck top” 
  • You managed to hide it 
  • But your Dad kept staring at you weirdly, like he knew shit was up; 
  • Cuddling with Peter and small kisses all the time; 
  • Him leaving notes all over your books: 
  • ‘Ohh that page is my favorite part of the book’ 
  • ‘That’s such a boring lesson honestly’ 
  • ‘I love you’ ; 
  • That time Tony saw a hickey on Peter’s neck 
  • You were like : ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 
  • but your dad didn’t notice because he was so busy with Peter; 
  • Peter ACTUALLY sneaked into the shower with you when your dad was a room away from the two of you 
  • *SHOWER MAKE OUT*
  • Tony hearing you two making out
  • so he decides to check on you
  • “Honey?” 
  • and you pulled away from Peter 
  • “Yeah” you called back 
  • “Is everything alright?”
  • “As fine as always” 
  • Tony walked away but heard a giggle and 
  • “You seriously need to tell him about us” 
  • he recognized Parker’s voice immediately 
  • “No way. I don’t want him to treat you differently and have ‘the talk’.” 
  • “Do me a favor and stay next to me when he beats me up”
  • “I’ll bring you an ice pack”
  • “I love you, Y/N” 
  • “I love you too” 
  • Tony.heard.that.
  • “PARKER?” 
  •  you and Peter had to come out and explain what the two of you were up to for the past year 
  • “DAMN IT PARKER”
  • Peter has to run for his life 
  • l i t e r a l l y 
  • Clint and Steve trying not to laugh in the background 
  • You shot them a look and they cracked; 
  • Tony has to run around and make sure Peter doesn’t mess up shit 
  • because he is too distracted thinking about you 
  • “I’ll take the suit”
  •  But your Dad is proud of Peter
  •  And your relationship.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN 

No decency II Pt.1

There were two things you despised in your current situation. The first thing accrued to be that your mom decided to move in with her new husband. The second one was that playboy number one Jeon Jungkook turns out to be your new stepbrother. As your parents spontaneously go on vacation you and Jungkook have to deal with the building tension between the two of you until an upcoming house party leaves you panting underneath him.


genre: stepbrother!jungkook, dom!jungkook, smut

word count: 9.8k

Originally posted by eatupbangtan

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anonymous asked:

nurseydex accidently meeting in a coffeeshop a few years after they break up

’“Holy shit!”

Derek ducks down behind the partition of the coffee bar.

“Shit? Shit! Wait – why shit?” Ginny ducks down behind the partition with him, peeking carefully around from their spot on the floor to scan the seating area.

“Who we hiding from, D?”

And thank Bittle for having Ginny with him. She’s the only person he knows besides maybe Chris who would actually hide out with him.

“My ex.”

“Ooh, yeah. Which one?”

And bless sweet Gin’s heart. They’d met in grad school post-Epic-Heartbreak. She can’t know that there’s only ever been one ex to break Derek’s chill.

“The one from Samwell.”

“Oh well, yeah, that I figured. No way you’d go ducking around corners for August or Victor. I meant, which one is he?”

And, huh, maybe she did know.

“Is it the buff blonde? Nah - he’s too buff. And blonde. What about tall, dark and hipster with the skateboard? Mmm - nah, that’d be too much hipster in one relationship.”

“I’m not a hipster.”

“You keep telling yourself that, bud. But maybe it’s….ooooooh. Please, please, please tell me it’s the redhead giving mad arm porn right now!”

“Fuck.”

“Daaaaamn, Derek.”

And yeah, while Will’s always been beautiful, his post-grad glow-up was undeniable.

He’d grown his hair out up top and actually styled it into something soft and modern. He’d clearly still been working out if the arm porn was any indication. And sweet Bittle he’d apparently been spending real time out in the southern California sun because his freckles were popping.

“You let him go? Shit. Alright. So, what’s the game plan here? We gonna try sneaking past? Or - I could cause a commotion and you can run out. Or –”

“You could actually pick up your ‘venti iced skinny hazelnut macchiato, sugar-free syrup, extra shot, light ice, no whip’ monstrosity and just come say hi.”

Will’s gorgeously freckled face peaks over the partition where he’s waving Derek’s order.

“Hi, Dexy.”

“I knew no one else actually ordered this thing.”

“Oh wow. He knows you, man.”

Did Derek say he loved Ginny?

“Dex, Ginny. Ginny, Dex.”

Derek watches as Will’s old guard goes up as he takes Ginny in. He gets it, she’s gorgeous: dark skin and darker hair, open smile, miles of leg visible even while they’re both crouched on the ground.

“Hi Dex, wow! This is incredibly awkward.” Ginny whirls as she gets up, trips a bit, as she tries to keep Dex in her line of sight. “So nice to meet you, though! Heard tons about you. Great things! Wonderful. I’m just gonna wait outside. Ok, bye!”

“She’s cute.”

And Derek can’t tell what that tone is trying to communicate, but he breathes deeply as he pushes himself to his feet. It may have been a few years, but he hasn’t completely forgotten how to do this.

“She is, and also in a pretty committed relationship with her library and law school, right now.”

“Oh.”

“Will, we’re just friends.”

Who knew watching him blush would still send butterflies dancing in Derek’s gut.

“That’s not actually my business anymore. You’re not my – Gah. Do-over.”

Do-overs had become an essential part of their relationship: a way to keep conversations from devolving into a circle of blunders.

“What brings you out to Cali, Derek?”

“Uh, just one last hurrah! I, uh, I’ve got some pretty big deadlines coming up this fall, and yeah, just wanted a chance to get away before things get intense.”

“Intense? You’re writing!”

“Yeah. Found a publisher and everything.”

“Of course you would.”

“Alright, Mr. Tech-Wunderkind.”

“I’m just a programmer, Derek.”

“For Google.”

“Yeah, well.” And he does that Country-Boy hand to his neck thing as the sun flashes through the window behind him, and Derek’s heart does something complicated in his chest.

“Well it was good seeing you, Dex. I should, uh, catch up with Ginny, though, so uh, yeah. Thanks for grabbing my drink.”

With one last wave, Derek turns and exits the shop without doing anything embarassing like knocking over someone’s drink or stumbling over someone’s backpack.

Ginny bounces on the balls of her feet when he comes out.

“Wow, so he was definitely hot. Was that ok? Was he cool?”

“He is. It was. He was.”

“Cool, cool, cool.”

“Very chill.”

“But….?”

“Derek!” He turns and finds Will barrelling out the door behind  them.

“Dex?”

“Stop calling me that.”

“What difference does it make what I –”

“I just – What’re the chances we just run into each other again. I don’t know. I just wanted to hear –”

“Will.”

Will looks like Derek feels. A little bit punch-drunk, a little bit hopeful.

“Come to dinner with me.”

“Oooh! Go to dinner with him!”

Ginny.

“It just seems like a good idea!” Her whisper-shout is equal parts adorable and unchill.

“Please?”

“Yeah, ok.”

“Woooot!”

“I’m just gonna go drop her off. Somewhere. Anywhere.”

“Alright, I’ll text you the location.”


Sitting across from Will again is just as intense as Derek remembers it.

Will’s intentional, direct, interested, challenging in a way that leaves Nursey both breathless and keyed up.

It’s like being at Samwell again and not at all. None of the impatience, much more understanding, and so much hope.

“What’re we doing, Will?”

Brown eyes twinkle at him mischievously. “Eating dinner, Derek.”

“Dex.”

Will’s chuckle is warm and low and utterly devoid of anything defensive. Derek loves it.

“What do you want us to be doing?”

“It didn’t work out last time.”

“Yeah, but we were scared. And idiots.”

“We kinda were.”

“Me especially.”

“Will, no.”

“Derek, yes. I couldn’t see how you could possibly want me, especially when I wasn’t even there to remind you that I’m your favorite idiot to argue with. It drove me crazy to think about you with someon–”

The benefit of eating at the bar is not having a pesky table to stop you from cutting off dumb, beautiful, redheads ridiculousness with a long overdue kiss.

“I just wanted you.”

“I just want you, if that’s still an option.”

Definitely, still an option.”

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pairing: jungkook x reader

type: angst, fluff, smut.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Do you have any headcanons for Marvin and Whizzer at the hospital? (b/c tears) Love your blog and your HC's by the way!!! You're so creative and detailed and I love you and the Falsettos characters so much! <3 <3 <3 Thanks!!!!!!!

i hope you like these!! i also love to upset myself. tysm for the compliments! my hcs are mediocre but i’m glad you enjoy them!!<33

this took so long. i was trying to remain sensitive to the situation and hope that it’s accurate. i had to google the symptoms of AIDs and how to play chess so it’s all here, folks.
it’s so weird to go from silly, lighthearted hcs to crushing ones.

  • we all know that whizzer is stubborn as hell. he would straight up refuse help when he’s first hospitalized. he’s barely mobile but too proud to admit his body is deteriorating quickly.
  • the amount of help he requires just doing things like walking a few metres frustrates him to no end. he starts getting really angry, telling marvin & charlotte to shove off and leave him alone. 
  • he’s convinced that if he tries hard enough he’ll be able to make himself better or at least act like it. 
  • he gets so upset with himself and his body’s inability that he actually breaks down crying at one point– multiples times lbr. 
  • he collapses and is sat on the floor on his knees, gripping his hospital gown and wiping furiously at his tear-streaked face. marvin goes to help him up but decides to crouch beside him for a bit, rubbing whizzer’s arms and holding back his own tears.
  • marvin is constantly in a state of faux optimism that whizzer can see right through. whizzer also holds a calm, lighthearted expression when he can as he tries to worry his friends and family as little as possible. left alone they watch each other and know that it’s not alright anymore.
  • they drop their brave faces and just hold each other most nights. their tight knit family leaves the room and they lay silently together. if tears are shed, neither of them say anything.
  • on nights where the silence and sobs are too painful they reminisce over things they did together in the past (although they usually avoid mentioning racquetball or chess). they’ll lie on their backs, hands intertwined, recounting all the dumb places they messed around and tease each other.
  • these nights are spent cuddling and talking until whizzer succumbs to fatigue despite doing nothing that day. marvin has to face the inevitability of the situation alone late into the night and early hours. he’s graced with insomnia and anxiety throughout whizzer’s illness.
  • there comes a point where whizzer refuses to look in a mirror and laments his good looks. his cheeks become more sunken and his weight loss is so blatant, it’s unsettling.
  • whizzer: remember when my hair line was my only flaw
    marvin, holding him and whispering into his hair: it still is
    whizzer, lightheartedly: don’t be a sap, marv
  • whizzer is soon suffering the mental effects of his diagnosis. he’s suddenly overtaken by constant anxiety and depressive thoughts. marvin comforts him however he can, understanding how it must feel for him. 
  • along with these, whizzer’s memory is taking a serious toll. he tries to play chess with jason but completely loses his train of thought. 
  • jason: you can’t move that way
    whizzer, half asleep: huh…?
    jason: the knight. you can’t move diagonally; it’s against the rules.
  • marvin notices the distress and confusion on whizzer’s face and quickly comes to his rescue, challenging jason to a game.
  • he’s left confused a lot  he loses grasp of dates – but this could be due to his refusal to count down his days while marvin anxiously keeps track of it, trying to be with whizzer for every single one of his final hours, minutes, seconds.
  • whizzer sometimes finds him overbearing but marvin knows when to back off and allow whizzer the space despite his reluctance to leave him alone.
  • whizzer prefers to be in company most of the time during his treatment. when alone he’s left to his thoughts of death and what he’ll leave behind. no matter how many times he wills himself to believe it’s just his time. 
  • he’s frustrated, enraged that if there is a god, why he would do this to him? he knows he is not an infallible being but he at least deserves an explanation. he doesn’t deserve to be left to suffer this nameless disease that only provides him with pitiful (or disgusted) looks and half-hearted apologies.
  • along with the mental collapse, he suffers from persistent nausea as his immune system struggles to fight back any other infections he catches. he can’t even look at food without imagining it coming back up. if the illness doesn’t kill him then malnutrition is the next contender.
  • when he and marvin lay together, marvin can’t help but notice how he’s being poked by exposed ribs.
  • marvin will hold whizzer and notice how whizzer is somehow extremely hot yet shivering. marvin attempts to nurse him through his more feverish days and whizzer has to remind him that they’re in a hospital and marvin isn’t a doctor. 
  • he won’t admit it but he prefers marvin’s care no matter how useless he is at it. most doctors are cold, dismissive. charlotte isn’t able to hang around 24/7 so a familiar face is welcomed.
  • whizzer outright refuses to allow himself to be babied and makes distasteful jokes at his own expense in hopes of lightening the mood – it doesn’t really work despite his best efforts.
  • marvin does laugh to some of his morbid joking, to mendel and trina’s shock and distaste. whizzer is pleased with himself, not having seen marvin laugh in so long. it’s not as bright as he usually laughs but it’s something and whizzer finds himself laughing too. marvin holds his gaze fondly and if he’s tearing up no one mentions it.
  • they soon have to face the inevitability of the illness and how it’s going to affect marvin. there’s a wordless exchange between marvin and whizzer after they’ve both been informed of marvin’s likely future. they hold each other a little tighter that night.
  • they have a full discussion later on. whizzer won’t stop apologising and marvin won’t stop asking him not to. 
  • marvin is all too aware of his fate. this isn’t whizzer’s fault, he knows that much for sure but he’s infuriated. why was there no public information? he’d become a victim to rumours and sourceless hearsay. he and whizzer and countless others.
  • the days go by quickly, some better than others but whizzer’s clearly getting worse. each night he seems a little colder (physically and emotionally), he holds marvin hand a little less tight, his conversation is a little more sparse.
  • when whizzer’s time finally comes and he’s lost behind that hospital curtain, marvin is empty. he’s never quite understood how someone could feel empty, completely devoid of any emotion, but here he is.
  • marvin and jason have much the same reaction. frozen. stiff and frozen in place. trina just wishes that this time jason wasn’t so much like marvin. she’d always been loud, emotional. couldn’t jason cry for once? then trina could hold him and comfort him and whisper how it’s going to be alright regardless of her own uncertainty.
  • on that final day, after mendel and trina have collected the bar mitzvah things and quickly ushered jason out, marvin feels powerless. 
  • cordelia is leant against the wall covering her face and holding back her own tears. 
  • before he leaves, whizzer offers him one last genuine (yet teary) smile with his hand over marvin’s. his tight squeeze slowly loosens and marvin leaves a final kiss on his cheek as he strokes the back of his hand.
  • marvin is there when the final light leaves whizzer’s eyes. marvin is there when charlotte slowly covers whizzer’s body with a sheet. he forces himself to look away knowing that whizzer isn’t there anymore. not really. he’s there as charlotte comforts cordelia and he can’t help but feel a sudden spark of envy. 
  • he clenches his fists and puts on a brave face. he figures that’s what whizzer would want. he couldn’t be more wrong and subconsciously he knows that.
  • his facade finally collapses when he sees jason place that king chess piece on whizzer’s grave. he inwardly snorts, even in death whizzer wins.
  • jason sees his father’s tears and trina is startled when jason lets out his own pitiful sobs. 
  • the entire tight knit family is left to mourn and to wonder if everything will ever be alright again. mendel, forever a skeptic, offhandedly mentions that whizzer would be watching them where he is right now. the uncharacteristic comment is a welcome comfort as their now-family-of-6 holds each other. 
  • the belief that everything could be alright lingers.

so yeah… hmu to sob over falsettos.

You’re My Home (Theo Raeken)

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Requested by anon:  Hey could you do a Theo imagine where the reader is the youngest of the pack (like 16) and she’s Scott’s beta. She let Theo crash at her place when she found out she was sleeping in his car and they bonded during the time he’s been staying at her house and slowly but surely became an item, and the pack finds out and they aren’t too happy bc of the age gap and the whole he tried to destroy them thing😂. Thank you lovely💜💜

Rating: fluff

A/N: I’m weirdly proud of this.


Y/N is famously known for her maturity despite her young age. Her mind was of a young adult’s yet she was only sixteen. 

Y/N had caught the attention of Scott one day, when she openly argued with a teacher about an offensively sexist comment that he had made. The initial incident had sparked Scott’s interest and made him reach the conclusion of turning Y/N. 

Scott had asked Deaton to hire Y/N, since she was trying her best to help her mom, especially after her father passed. “I don’t know why you do the things you do Scott McCall, but I am eternally grateful.“ 

She smiled and hugged his waist, “Don’t mention it, and besides, I could use the help around here.” His chest shook with a gentle chuckle while he wrapped his arms around her frame. 

“Okay, so what’s my first assignment boss?” The alpha shook his head at the ridiculous nickname she’d already come up with. “I need you to relabel the containers in the cabinets.” She put her hands on her hips and tapped her foot, 

“Come on boss, why do you have to go and give me a wussy assignment?" 

"Do you want to clean out the cages?" 

"Relabeling it is." 

"That’s what I thought." 


"See you tomorrow, Scott.” Y/N waved goodbye and adjusted her bag on her shoulder. The cool summer breeze flowing smoothly into her hair, doing her the favor of flipping it back. 

Stopping in her tracks, Y/N raised her head up and met the glimmer of the bright moon that illuminated the whole parking area. 

“Damn it!” A voiced roared, following a loud thud. Y/N frantically looked around, trying to find the source. She spotted the single car that was parked, and went around it, careful not to make any noise. 

“Theo?” She narrowed her eyes and bent her back slightly. He was in a distressed state. His back was against the tire of the car, his knees were pulled to his chest and his head was tucked in his arms. 

“What’re you doing here?” She pulled her bag off her shoulder and set it next to her, placing her other hand on his. 

“Please go, I don’t want you to see me like this.” His head didn’t move until her heard a slight thud, she had sat herself facing his side and crossed her arms over her chest. 

“I’m not going anywhere, Raeken.” She shook her head once. “What’s going on Theo?” She said, more gently this time. “Promise me you won’t tell anyone?” She bit her lip, nodding and listening carefully. 

“I’ve been living in my car,” he sighed and ruffled his hair in frustration. 

“For a while now." 

"Theo,” she gasped with eyes wide in shock. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He remained silent for a while, “You’re Scott’s beta Y/N, why would you wanna help me after what I’ve done to your pack?” His curiosity rose when she smiled and said “Everyone deserves a second chance, you’re not a monster-" 

"But I am!” The increase in his voice surprised her, but her body didn’t react to it. “Oh hush you,” she poked his forehead with her finger. “You’re not a monster Theo.” She said firmly. 

“You really believe that?” The hopeful tone in his voice caused a sympathetic smile to appear on her lips. “Of course I do, so come on,” she stood up and extended a hand to pull him up. He stared at it in confusion.

 "Come on,“ she urged and finally complied. 

He stood and patted off the dust from the back of his pants. 

"You’re staying with me-" 

"What?! No, Y/N you’ll get in so much trouble with Scott, and what about your mom?" 

"We don’t have to tell Scott right away, and my mom would kill me if she knew that I let my friend continue to live in his car. Now, are you coming or what?” She said, not really planning on taking no for an answer as she walked to the passenger side and started folding the makeshift sheets she assumed he’s been keeping himself warm with. 

Her heart shattered at the chaotic state that the car was in, how the hell was he getting by? The drive to her house was short and silent, there was a lot to be said, but Y/N wanted to give him time. 

“Young lady! You better have a convincing explanation as to why you’re late or el- oh, hello,” Y/N’s mother had been worried about her daughter’s whereabouts. “Mom, you remember Theo?" 

"Hi Mrs. Y/L/N.” Y/N took a few steps to her mother and dragged her to the kitchen. 

“Mom, Theo’s staying with us for a while okay?” She spoke in a hushed tone, but already aware that he’d heard her. “What?!” Her mother whisper-shouted with saucer-like eyes. 

“He’s been living in his car for god knows how long, are you really gonna allow that?” Her mother’s eyes softened and a sad look replaced the shocked one. 

“Of course not, Jesus, why’s he living in his car? That poor boy." 

"Don’t say that mom, he’s not a ‘poor boy’. He’s one of the strongest people I’ve ever met.” She defended with a small smile on her face. “You like him,” a mischievous smile was plastered on her mother’s face. 

“Alright mom, goodnight.” She said with blushing cheeks as she wrapped her fingers around Theo’s wrist and dragged him to her room. “Goodnight Mrs. Y/L/N.” Theo shouted slightly from the top of the stairs. 

“Goodnight, and call me Y/M/N.” He heard her say before Y/N shut the door to her room. “You’ve got a lot of explaining to do,” she huffed and leaned against the door. 

“Is it alright if we talk about this tomorrow? I’m exhausted.” He said with a small yawn. “Oh! Of course, sorry, yeah.” She peered at him with curiosity when he settled himself on the chair next to her bed with the blanket she had handed him. 

“The hell do you think you’re doing?” He panicked slightly at the tone of her voice. 

“What? What’s wrong?” He said with a frown. “There’s no way in hell I’m letting you sleep on a freaking chair, you’re sleeping next to me. Come on.” She patted the empty space beside her. 

“Are you sure Y/N? I don’t wanna bother you,” he trailed off with a hint of sadness in his voice. 

“You won’t bother me,” she sent him a reassuring smile, “Now come on we’ve got school tomorrow.” He nodded obediently and did as told. 

He tried to leave a respectable distance between their bodies, but Y/N had ended up between his arms, sometime in the middle of the night. 


A couple of months had passed and Theo had grown accustomed to being a part of the Y/L/N family as Y/M/N would put it. He had also started falling, deeply, for Y/N. 

“Hey, is it alright if we meet up before you head to work?” Theo’d caught up with Y/N before she entered her class, “Sure,” she smiled sweetly and walked into the room. 

When Y/N met up with him later on, he was nervously pacing back and forth next to his truck. He kicked a few pebbles that laid on the concrete, and lifted his head when he heard the all too familiar heartbeat of Y/N. 

“Hey, is everything alright?” She asked with concerned eyes. “Yeah, better than alright, I just need to tell you something.” He grabbed both of Y/N’s hands and took a couple of steps back until he was leaning against his car.

“What is it?” She giggled at his euphoric state. “I wanted to let you know, that I will forever be grateful for what you and your mother have done for me. You gave me a home, Y/N. You’re my home. And I hope that by saying this I won’t be denting our relationship because there’s nothing I’d hate more than losing you. I’m in love with you, Y/N.” he spoke out of breath, his chest heaving up and down as the overwhelming feeling of love swam through him. 

“Theo,” she whispered with a blurred vision. “And I know that the age gap between us is not something people will approve of, but I love you, like I’ve never loved before." 

"Oh, Theo,” she whined as tears slid down her cheeks. 

“I love you too.” She stared at him with loving eyes before wrapping her arms around his neck. His hands instinctively went for her back and pulled her as close as possible. 

“I love you,” he smiled and leaned in, his craving for her lips finally satisfied. He inhaled through his nose and tangled his fingers in her hair. 

“I love you.” She said and he sighed contently as his forehead met hers. 

“Y/N?!” Stiles’ panic-filled voice startled them out of each other’s embrace. “What the hell are you doing with her? Huh?!” Stiles made a beeline to Theo’s collar.

 "Stiles!“ Both of her hands landing on his bicep and pulled him back. 

"Don’t hurt him," 

"Like he hurt us?”

 "Stiles.“ She stated firmly with a deep frown on her face. 

"He’s not like that anymore,” she pulled him away and tried to get his attention. “I’m sure he isn’t,” Scott joined in with a disappointed-father look on his face. 

“Scott, I can explain-" 

"And why do you need to explain exactly? What have you two been doing?” She frowned some more, if that was even possible. 

“You better stay aw-" 

"Would someone fucking listen to me?! I love him, and he’s been living with me and mom. He’s been wonderful actually, taking away some of mom’s stress and taking care of me.” To say that the scene was emotional would be an understatement. 

“You’re too young for him! And what about what he’s done to us?" 

"I’ve changed Scott, I swear.” Were the first words that fell out of Theo’s shaking lips. “Listen to my heartbeat and tell me if I’m lying, I’m in love with Y/N, you know what first love is like Scott.” He stepped forward and wrapped his arm around Y/N’s shoulder, an unexpected snarl was earned from Stiles. 

“If you ever, and I mean ever, hurt so much as a hair on this young lady, I’ll rip out your skin with my teeth.” Stiles closed and opened his mouth twice with the clicking of his teeth, for visual aid. 

“Hey!” Y/N said with a slight giggle and a playful smack to his chest. 

“That’s my boyfriend you’re threatening.”

anonymous asked:

Well, a creppy boy started talking to me on the Tumblr chat saying weird shit and asked me to be his valentine out of the blue, so.. Yeah can I request RFA+V+Saeran reacting to that? A creep talking to MC and saying creppy stuff lol. Love ur blog 💕

Is he still bothering you? If he is PM me and his ass is grass
Or if you’re just in need of a fake girlfriend/boyfriend/SO also say the word I’m there y’all don’t even know how good I look in drag

Forreal tho, if someone online is ever making you feel uncomfortable don’t be afraid to get assertive or reach out for help.

Anyways

 RFA+V+Saeran react to a Creep creepin on MC

Yoosung

  • Yandere Yoosung: ACTIVATED i imagine a magical girl animation sequence whenever I say that
  • You had shown him the messages immediately because you two were playing games on an online server together when you got random, creepy PMs from GameFreak90
  • ‘hey there, I see you’re a high level. U must be pretty good with your hands
  • want 2 play a game together sometime? it doesn’t have to be online ;)
  • its almost valentines day you know. we can hang out. ‘
  • You were so uncomfortable, and it went from uncomfortable to freaked out when you asked GameFreak90 to stop messaging you and he kept going, starting to talk about all the things he’d like to do to you
  • Yoosung searched the guys name immediately and pulled up his profile
  • His hands never moved so fast
  • ‘Hey. Quit messaging MC28. She’s a good friend of mine and you’re freaking her out. -ShootingStar’
  • ‘fuck off’
  • Yoosung was not having it. He didn’t have Seven’s hacking skills, or Jumins money, or Jaehee’s wit or anything the others had
  • But what he did have was his games
  • He pulled up TeamSpeak for his LOLOL guild immediately
  • “Guys, I need backup for an emergency raid”
  • It was over in minutes
  • Yoosung’s guild had raided and completely emptied GameFreak90′s base
  • Yoosung got a string of messages immediately after
  • hey man what the fuck
  • dude give me my shit back
  • fine im sorry im sorry give me my shit please
  • dude please
  • Yoosung just turned his mic on and with one last request of his guild “Hey, can everyone here flag this guy for inappropriate behavior”
  • In about 10 mins Yoosung went to pull up GameFreak90′s profile
  • It had been deleted
  • Yoosung had the smuggest of smirks on his face
  • Until
  • “My hero” You giggled and kissed him on the cheek
  • He went from war hero Shooting Star to blushing, stuttering, Yoosung real quick

Jaehee

  • It was a slow day in the coffee shop so you were just sitting at a table playing on your phone and sipping coffee
  • Ding.
  • Huh? New message.
  • Ding ding ding
  • You had a bad feeling before even opening your Fumblr app 
  • When you did open the little social media site, you were met with a bunch of unwelcomed advances from some strange follower
  • Hey valentines is coming up and im lonely
  • r u lonely to?
  • how about u be my valentine and we can go out??
  • You grimaced and replied with a curt “I’m sorry but no thanks”
  • come on babe
  • dont b like that
  • we can have fun
  • Jaehee had noticed to look on your face and immediately popped to your side
  • “Mc is everything alright?
  • “Yeah..I’m just getting creepy messages from some guy on Fumblr.” You handed her the phone so she could read them and her nose crinkled in distaste almost instantly
  • “Well your first problem is you apologized.” 
  • “Huh?”
  • Jaehee started tapping away as she spoke “Don’t apologize for not being interested. When you apologize it makes you seem more …docile. Submissive. If these creeps think you have an ounce of shyness or even politeness in you they’ll try to exploit it.”
  • “o-oh.” You stammered, surprised by how irritated Jaehee suddenly seemed
  • “Secondly,” Her expression softened a bit with a final tap on the screen “You didn’t block him immediately” She looked to you with a smile on her face, pleased with herself for whatever she said to your Fumblr follower
  • She handed the phone back to you and a light blush fell across your cheeks. Jaehee never seemed to be the protector type but when it comes down to it
  • Baehee isn’t letting anyone bother you
  • ever

Zen

  • He’s gotten his fair share of creepy fan mail, but he understands it comes with the job
  • But when you get creepy mail from his followers
  • NO NO NO NO NO
  • You two have all the fan mail sent to a P.O. Box so fans don’t have your home address
  • One time when you went to get the batch, the two of you found a handful of letters with your name on them
  • “My fans must see us together all the time” Zen said as he handed the letters to you, a cautious look on his face. He was worried it was going to be some fangirl writing a mean letter about how she deserves Zen instead of you
  • It was much creepier
  • It was a bunch of letters from some guy 
  • ‘My sister is a big fan of Zen so I have to watch TV shows with him on them all the time. One time there was a news story about him, but you were in the picture with him…’
  • The letters go on to say how once the writer saw you with Zen he started searching you more and claimed you two would be a perfect match. He started suggesting you break up with Zen (offering for him to date his sister) and for the two of you to get together.
  • You have to literally hold Zen back so he doesnt march to the return address and beat the shit out of sender
  • “Zen it’ll be such bad press do not do not do not”
  • “I DON’T GIVE A SHIT”
  • “YES YOU DO PLS ZEN”
  • 20 mins later
  • He’s not calm, but he’s not bum rushing the door so…calm enough
  • “Let’s think of a reasonable way to handle this” You slump into a chair, exhausted from being the only thing standing between Zen and a physical assault charge
  • After a few minutes of silence
  • ..”I have an idea.”
  • Zen pulled out a pad and started scribbling. “He said his sister is a fan of me? Well I’ll make her an offer she can’t refuse.”
  • Zen ended up writing a very heartfelt note to the sister of the sender, explaining the situation and how uncomfortable you were feeling because of the brother. And if the sincerity of the letter wasn’t enough to get her to make her brother stop, the VIP pass to Zen’s next show was a good bribe. 
  • He sent it out the next morning, and a few days later you guys checked the PO box to find a letter from her apologizing profusely for her brother’s behavior and how she’d handle it. And about 10 pages of ‘thank you’s and compliments for Zen of course. 

Jumin

  • Elizabeth would only chase a laser pointer for so long, so you had a lot of free time whenever Jumin was at work
  • You were no stranger to social media sites as they were the best way to distract yourself for hours at a time until you had something entertaining to do
  • And you’ve gotten spam bots before, but never a human who was actually so forward enough to send you enough messages to make you a small novel
  • you look really nice in your profile picture
  • is that designer? man you got money to
  • you’re a rich bitch. wanna come see what its like on the other side of town?
  • You were appalled. 
  • “Leave me alone” was the best you could muster since you were in such a state of disgusted shock. 
  • The messages continued, and you ended up just blocking the guy. But even after that just looking at your phone made you a little nervous that you were going to see more messages from another douchebag
  • But nope
  • Same douchebag. Different site. 
  • why’d you block me? playing hard to get?
  • “How’d you find my profile?”
  • it’s not hard to figure it out since I saw your name on the other one ;*
  • You just blocked him again and put your phone down, resolving to entertain yourself with anything else that wasn’t social media.
  • Eventually Jumin came home, and the first thing he noticed was your phone sitting on the coffee table and a specific lack of…you.
  • He went into a panic for a moment before you stepped into the hall, freshly showered. 
  • “Oh, MC, there you are. I was worried for a second. You’re usually not far from your phone.” 
  • “Yeah..” You muttered. “Some guy just keeps bugging me”
  • What
  • What do you mean
  • What guy
  • How
  • You explain the situation to Jumin and his phone is to his ear almost immediately as he picks up yours with his free hand.
  • “Luciel? I’m cashing in on a favor….”
  • You knew immediately where this was going and you had a slight grin on your face, knowing the creep who kept messaging you wasn’t going to be bothering you or anyone else anytime soon

Seven

  • You don’t even waste time
  • The second you get the first creepy message
  • hey hot stuff
  • You hand your phone to Seven
  • He just looks down at the screen, and a devious smile spreads across his face
  • Sure he could mess with anyone he wanted, but this time he has an excuse to go all out and ruin this Creeps life.
  • Seven whips up a program in a matter of minutes, connects a USB from his computer to your phone, then texts the man back
  • Hey cutie…wanna see a picture? ;)’ and he attached a file 
  • It says the message was received and viewed, but no response was given.
  • “What’d you do?” You ask as Seven hands your phone back
  • With a big smirk on his face:
  • “Once he opens that file his phone is going to run through his chat logs and play back all his creepy messages  on a permanent loop on his screen. And if he has any wireless connection to his computer, say, cloud storage, it’s going to happen to his computer too. And every few minutes he’s going to get a picture of me dressed as a maid, because I have to deliver, you know?”
  • You give Seven a huge hug “Ugh, thank you. How will I every pay you back”
  • “You already did” He laughs
  • “Huh?”
  • “You’ll see” He winks and goes back to his computer.
  • You shrug and walk away, figuring you’d find out soon enough
  • And you did
  • The next time you opened your phone, your background was a nonstop slideshow of 707′s Greatest Crossdressing Pics
  • And all your app icons were selfies
  • And your gallery was filled with pictures of the red headed hacker
  • “SEEEEEEEVVVVVEEEEEENNNNNNNNN”

V

  • V was sitting on the couch and you were upstairs cleaning up and putzing around
  • Ding
  • V looked to see your phone light up on the table 
  • “MC, I think someone messaged you!” V yelled up the stairs
  • “Will you check it for me? It’s probably just a guest with a question about the party.” You called back 
  • “Sure.” And with that he opened your phone to find a rather crude picture  “What in the world”
  • my friend gave me ur number, thought you’d like this ;)
  • V was horrified that someone meant for you to open this 
  • ‘I dont’ He typed back.
  • awww come on. you can tell from the pic im a good looking guy and my friend says ur cute. why dont we hang out
  • No.” V glared at the number displayed at the top of the message board
  • playing hard to get? i like
  • V realized there was no reasoning with this idiot, and he thought it would be a waste of time trying to further communicate with a fool like his, so he bit down his better instinct and just sent a picture of himself glaring at the phone camera and typed “You’re talking to a man”
  • there was no reply for a moment
  • my friend said this was a girl
  • I can assure I am not a female. Your friend gave you the wrong number. Go away
  • There was no response but V was sure he could feel the embarrassment from the other side of the connection
  • With a satisfied huff he deleted the messages and number, figuring it best if you never have to worry about the situation
  • He also plans to find out which one of your friends would give your number to such a vulgar creep. 

Saeran

  • You two were watching a video on your phone when you got a sudden chat request on Kiik, a messaging app
  • Saeran cast a quizzical look at you and you return it with a shrug, signalling you had no clue
  • When you open it up theres just a bunch of weird messages
  • hey babe
  • hey
  • wanna be my valentine
  • i dont want to be lonely and i bet you dont either
  • we can keep each other company ;)
  • You didn’t even have a chance to respond before Saeran took the phone from your hand
  • Fuck off” He was holding your phone so tight you thought he was gonna snap it in half
  • wow ur not very polite
  • “I said. Fuck. Off.” Saeran let out a breath that sounded like a growl
  • come on baby dont be like that
  • You could see a fire in your friend’s eyes and you knew things were about to get bad
  • Send one more message and I’ll end your miserable existence, Scum.” 
  • “Saeran let’s just ignore it” You tried to take your phone back but he wouldn’t let go, too hyper focused on the screen. Instead he looked at you and said “He shouldn’t be talking to you this way.”
  • Ding
  • Both your eyes shot back to the screen
  • so you’ll come see me ;)
  • Whoever was on the other line had nooo clue who they were taunting
  • Saeran got up slowly, so slow it was a little creepy, when you looked at him you could see the gears running in his head
  • He walked over to his computer and started typing away, looking to the phone every now and then.
  • After about 20 minutes he finally came back to sit with you and handed your phone back.
  • “You….You good, Saeran?” You asked, surprised at how calmed he seemed.
  • He looked to you with a smile on his face and a glint in his eye. “I’m very good.”
  • You were almost worried to ask but “What’d you do?”
  • “Not much. But he’ll leave you alone soon enough.”
  • You stopped asking questions, he wouldn’t tell you the details anyways.
  • ..
  • That night you were awoken to 
  • Dingdingdingdingding
  • You fumbled around in the dark and eventually opened your phone to see messages from the Kiik app
  • Iuwefjkgl
  • ahfuoieqhwf
  • please helpfehofejijeqiue
  • …..
  • I’m very sorry for what I said to you earlier. I will never contact you again. If I do my fingers will be broken.
  • You knew immediately. 
  • Saeran what’d you do???” You sent the text
  • All you got back was “:)” 
Imagine Mary realizing both of her sons, Sam and Dean, are in love with the same girl, you. (Part 2)

Originally posted by devoiddean

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

Read Part 1 here!

“You are really close.” a soft voice said but you still almost jumped. You turned around to face Mary and let a soft chuckle.

“Did I scare you?” she asked and you gave her a sheepish smile.

“For a hunter my instincts are always fast asleep.” you said with a laugh “Much to Dean’s dismay. He’s taught me a lot of things but I always seem to do the wrong thing, can’t understand how he can be so patient.”

“He’s not usually.” she said with a small shrug as she took a sit on one of the chairs in the kitchen.

“I have noticed yeah, I guess.” you sai with a small shrug.

“He’s patient with you… and a lot of other things that he usually isn’t.” she noted and you were too occupied to notice the voice tone when she said the words.

“I think?” you gave her a shy smile “I just- we’re close, that’s all. Maybe I get to see a few other sides in him.”

“Only him?” she asked with a frown and you stopped for a moment to look at her blinking “I mean-” he started again “I haven’t been around for very long but- I just noticed that you and Dean and Sam are really… comfortable around each other. You really are a family.” for lack of better words.

You smiled just slightly at the thought of the Winchesters “They are my family Mary. I know that there might not be any blood relation but- but Sam, Dean and Cas are all I’ve got. I lost my family to some vampires and I would have died to if it wasn’t for your sons. That was about ten years ago and we’ve been through heaven and hell together. Literally.” you breathed out.

“They care about you a lot, I can see it.” she said in a low voice and you looked down shyly.

“I- I care about both of them a lot too.” somehow you didn’t understand how you separated them from Cas because the way you cared about them was completely different.

“I’m glad about that, I always wanted someone to look after them and… love them the way you do.”

“I’m not doing anything special, Mary.” you said honestly “It comes naturally, I can’t help it. They’ve done so much for me that I just- it’s impossible to not love them, considering who they are.” yu shrugged and she nodded her head.

“I know that, I know. I just-” he bit on her lower lip for a moment “I was wondering if- I don’t want to intrude or something I just thought that- do you probably see them or any of them any… different?”

“Different? How?” you blinked, although part of you already knew what she was trying to say.

Mary was ready to say something but all words got caught in her throat when she saw her two sons enter the kitchen. They both gave her a kiss on the cheek and greeted her but before they could exchange a ew words they noticed you standing there, ready to prepare dinner and jumped at the opportunity to help.

“Hey what were you talking about?” Dean asked in a low voice as he glanced at Castiel sitting next to Mary and getting into a conversation with her.

“It was-” you paused for a moment, biting your lower lip in thought “It was nothing. Just an easy chat, nothing special.”

“You sure?” Sam asked and you glanced at him, smiling the exact same smile you gave to Dean.

“Yeah, Sammy. Don’t sweat it, casual girl stuff you two giants can’t understand.” you gave him a wink as he grabbed some of the ingredients still needed.

“I mean I can’t but not even Samantha?” Dean asked with a tilt of his head, raising an eyebrow and you snickered.

“Funny much.” Sam rolled his eyes “Hey Deanna, next time period cramps start don’t ask me to go get you all the chocolate I can find.” he said with a smirk, reminding you of a particularly fun case and Dean only scoffed at him.

“I won’t.” he shrugged, wrapping two arms protectively around you “I have (Y/n) for that, at least I can understand her better than you do.” he said in a childish way and you rolled your eyes laughing at them.

“Come on girls, don’t get your panties in a twist. We got dinner to prepare.” you joked, pushing Dean away with your buttas he smirked at you.

“Oh are we getting some action baby? Not here, let’s go get a room first.” he smirked at you and you rolled your eyes at how flirty he was.

“Can we get to cooking already?” Sam asked with a bitch face and you smiled at his obvious attempt and fail to hide his jealousy. You leaned up and pecked his cheek without a warning – but wait did you ever really warn them? - and nodded your head.

“Sam’s right, as much as I love you too goofballs my stomach really needs the food right now. And it’s that much I could almost chose it over you right now.” you said with chuckle, eyes focused on the task at hand and therefore you were unable to see the smiles that spread on both men’s faces.

“Mary” Castiel’s soft voice made the woman avert her eyes from the sight in front of her. Of course she’d heard the small word and of course unlike you she had not failed to see her sons’ smiles. They were so much alike not just between the two of them but also to that John had when she told him the first time that she loved him.

She knew that this wasn’t the first time you were saying the small word, she’d heard you say to Dean once and althoughshe hadn’t heard a thing she didn’t doubt you’d spoken it to Sam too. Maybe they didn’t say it back but she could see they wanted to and she could see crystal clear from their smiles that they felt it too.

She sighed, looking back at the angel “I’m sorry Castiel, I am just too occupied-”

“Thinking? Yeah, I noticed that. Is everything alright?” he asked with a small adorable frown and she sighed.

“I’m afraid that my answer will be no different from yesterday Castiel.” she looked down at her hands, shaking her head with a frown.

“Are you still worried that they might-”

“That’s the thing Cas.” she cut him off gently “It’s not a might, there is no single doubt about it anymore. I mean, look at the way they look at her. Look at the way they smile after she told them she loves them, they-” she felt her throat close and shook her head, rubbing her forehead.

“It’s… quiet complicated.” Castiel only said in a low voice as he watched you and the Winchesters too occupied with chatting and cooking to care to listen to anything else. It always seemed to be like this, whether you were with one or both of the two men you seemed to not have eyes for anything else. Your full attention was on him/them and nobody else.

“Complicated doesn’t even begin to cover it.” she said “And I don’t even know where to stand, Castiel.”

“What do you mean?”

“I always looked forward to this day, to see them smile like this: happy and without a single worry even if it was for just an hour. Because that would mean they’d found their own heaven in the woman they loved but now- what kind of heaven is this Castiel? How could any of them ever really be happy knowing that the other is actually in hell because of what is going on.”

“They’re strong, they- they will work it out.”

“Can it be worked out? I mean Castiel as a mother I only want them to be happy but- now I can’t have that because either way one of them will end up hurt. How am I supposed as a mother to stand seeing even one of my sons hurt like that? I always knew something like this would happen I just- I never wished for it to be exactly like this.”

“Their fate has been sealed long ago, Mary. You can’t blame yourself for that.”

“But I could do something- I should do. The moment I brought Sam as a baby back home from the hospital I saw that the bond they had started to develop would be the strongest one but- but I fear it, Cas. I fear that the bond I saw them develope years ago will be put to the test and I can’t stand to watch it.”

“Mary it’s their decision to make, it’s not your fault.” he tried to reassure her.

“It is but I- I am scared of that decision, Cas. Whatever it is we know that both of them will hurt one way or another. Their lives had been sealed ever since Dean first held Sam in his arms, they were tied and whatever choice one makes the other will face the consequences. One is meant to sacrifice for the other every time and vice versa- how can a mother deal with that Castiel?”

How?

‘been waiting for this day since we were 10′ (archie andrews drabble)

more vday drabbles! yay! i just want y’all to keep in mind that everyone in my fics are gonna be 18+ bc i am 18+ and it feels wierd writing abt a minor. so these kids are all legal. pls keep that in mind

(remember that no gifs are mine!)

“I’m gonna kiss you now. Okay?” ft Archie Andrews

It’s Valentine’s Day and like every other year, you and your best friend are single. Everyone else in your little posse had a steady partner but you two: Betty had Cheryl, Veronica had Jughead, and Kevin had Joaquin. You two were the only one who couldn’t care less about this Hallmark holiday… mostly because you had no one to spend it with but neither of you would admit it.

Originally posted by songsoftheheartless

Also like every other year, you two went on a hike. Every year, the group would pick a different destination and you would drive up there to hike. This year, you and Archie decided to stay close to home and picked Bear Mountain. That, of course, meant walking all the way up the mountain and all the way back home. No cars. No public transportation. Nothing. And boy, were you beginning to feel it. The only good thing about this whole day was that Archie took his shirt off about halfway through the day.

“Archie,” you groan and pant, barely able to put one foot in front of the other. “You are officially the worst Valentine ever.”

“As if you’ve known any other Valentine,” he scoffs, rolling his eyes and looking at you over his shoulder.

“Please. Spending the day at Pop’s with Jughead sounds like a better Valentine’s Day than this,” you stick your tongue out at him and he stops in his tracks to glare at you.

“C’mon you don’t actually mean that,” he juts out his bottom lip and gives you puppy eyes.

“Arch you know I can’t resist your puppy eyes,” you bite your bottom lip and his eyes lower to your lips. You teasingly lick your lips and he gulps, eyes moving up to meet yours. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine. Stop being a loser,” he sticks his tongue out at you and you chuckle.

“C’mon you’re the only person I can mess with,” you smile and walk up to him, wrapping your arms around his sweaty waist from behind. “You’re my best friend.”

“And you’re mine,” he rests his arms over yours and you can hear the smile on his face. “I love you, Y/N.”

“And I love you, Archie,” you smile and turn him around in your arms. “You’re the best Valentine I could ever have. Thank you.”

“I’m always gonna be your Valentine,” he smiles and cups your face. Your heart skips a beat as he stares into your eyes and you rest your hands on his sides. “I’m gonna kiss you now. Okay?”

“What’re you waiting for?” You give him a light smirk and he shakes his head, smiling as he lowers his head and presses his lips against yours.

The kiss ignites a fire deep within you and you’re now digging your nails into his sides, desperately asking him to pick up the pace. He catches your not so subtle hint, smirking as he licks a stripe along your bottom lip and gently bites it.

“Archie,” you whimper lightly and he nuzzles his nose against yours. “Can we take this to my place? My parents won’t be home tonight.”

“Get on my back. I’m not gonna have you tired by the time we get to your place,” he smiles and turns around, lowering himself so that you can climb up.

“And what makes you so sure you won’t be tired when we get home?” You climb up and he lets out a light-hearted laugh.

“I’ve been waiting for this day since we were 10. Trust me, I won’t be tired.”

Oblivious (Tom Holland x reader)

Request: First of all, I LOVE your writing!!! Also, I was wondering if you could do an imagine with Tom Holland and an artist reader, and he’s totally head over heels for her (secretly) and thinks she’s talented, but she has her head in the clouds and is so busy daydreaming/drawing that she’s oblivious to his attempts to flirt/impress her. Finally, Tom becomes so frustrated that he blurts that he’s been in love with her for 217387312 years. Lots of fluff, please:) Also Haz teasing him??? haha. Thanks:)


Raising your eyes from your notebook, you look at Tom, who is sitting in front of you at the diner booth.
‘’I should probably stop doodling’’ you say, putting your notebook and pen in your bag. ‘’I’m sorry.’’
You look back at him to find him staring at you, no words leaving his mouth.
‘’Are you okay?’’ you ask. ‘’Is there anything on my face?’’
Tom quickly shakes his head and smiles softly.
‘’No, no! Nothing’s on your face! Your face-your face’s perfect’’ he says before blushing.
You smile at him and turn around in your seat, looking at Harrison, who is ordering your food.
‘’Would you… Would you want to, I don’t know, have coffee together this afternoon?’’ Tom asks, blushing.
You don’t realize his blush and nod your head, happy.
‘’Yeah, of course! Is Haz coming?’’ you ask.
His face changes, although you don’t realize.
‘’Uhm, no. He has things to do’’ he softly answers.
You nod your head again and look at your hands, full of doodles. As you start bobbing your head to a new melody you have just thought of, Harrison approaches you with his hands full of food.
‘’Hey, guys’’ he tells you, sitting next to Tom.
He looks questioningly at Tom and Tom simply shrugs his shoulders -he doesn’t know if Harrison’s idea of Tom inviting you to coffee has really worked.
When they realise that you haven’t spoken a word in ten minutes, they start to worry, until you look at them suddenly with an excited look in your eyes.
‘’I just came up with an amazing idea for a song lyric!’’ you whisper-shout.
They both laugh, Tom looking at you tenderly and with an adoring look in your eyes.
‘’If you don’t close your mouth, you are gonna catch flies’’ Harrison tells him as he sees Tom staring at you with his mouth open.
Tom blushes and nudges his friend, his eyes not leaving your figure as you look for your songwriting notebook all around your bag.
When you finally find it, you look back at Tom, feeling his eyes on you.
‘’Is everything alright?’’ you ask, concerned.
‘’Yeah, yeah’’ he tells you, shaking his head softly. ‘’You just look really pretty today.’’
You blush and laugh, hearing Harrison chuckle next to Tom.
Quickly scribbling the lyrics down on your notebook, you look at the table and find it almost empty.
‘’Shall we leave already?’’ you ask.
The boys nod and walk to the door next to you, Tom’s arm brushing against yours, his cheeks red.
‘’I’m going to pick up the car and I’ll pick you guys up here’’ Harrison says, and he is gone before you can even tell him that you don’t mind walking.
‘’What are the song lyrics you thought of?’’ Tom asks you softly.
You shake your head blushing a little.
‘’I’ll tell you when the song is done. I don’t feel like they make a lot of sense on their own.’’
‘’I’m sure the song will be great. You are amazing’’ Tom tells you, still blushing.
You laugh and hold his hand, trying not to blush yourself.
Tom starts leaning in, although you don’t realise and turn around to look at a bird when his lips are extremely close to yours. He groans, frustrated, and removes his hand from yours to tug at his hair.
‘’Goddammit, [Y/N]’’ he whispers. You turn around again to look at him, your brows furrowed. ‘’You are so goddamn oblivious. I’ve been trying to tell you I like you for months and how desperately in love I am with you and you don’t even realise my pathetic attempts at flirting.’’
You open your mouth and your eyes, processing what he has just told you.
‘’You like me?’’ you ask him. He nods and closes his eyes, ready to feel the rejection. ‘’I’m sorry I didn’t realise, but you know how I am. I always have my head in the clouds’’ you admit. ‘’I like you, too, you know. I told Harrison last month. I’m surprised he didn’t tell you’’ you say with a chuckle.
‘’Are you serious? You like me?’’ he asks, removing his hands from his face and smiling like a kid. ‘’Wait,’’ he says, furrowing his brows, ‘’Harrison knew? I’m going to murder him’’ he whispers.
You laugh and shake your head, grabbing his hand.
‘’Come here’’ you tell him before pulling him close to you, your lips finally collapsing against his.
After what felt like a second, Harrison’s voice came ringing through the street.
‘’It was time! I was tired of being surrounded by stupid people!’’ he shouts from the car window, raising his thumbs at you.

Alley Talk

Originally posted by starkscopilot

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Fandom: MCU, Daredevil

Characters: Matt Murdock

Pairing: Reader X Matt Murdock

Notes/Warnings: violence, injury

Word count: 1.630

Imagine: Imagine meeting Daredevil one night and helping him. You two end up talking and you tell him you have a crush on your colleague, Matt Murdock.  [x]

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  • Lily: James I think we need to talk
  • James: is everything alright love?
  • Lily: yeah its just that I feel like Sirius is way too involved in our relationship
  • James: *offended* no he is not
  • Lily: he is James. You tell him bloody everything that I say and it's annoying
  • James: am not! *walks away from her yelling* SIRIUS you wont believe what Lily just said to me!
Fragments - Part 2

Word Count: 6682

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Canon typical violence

A/N: Constructive feedback always welcome and appreciated. Unedited. All mistakes are mine. If you’d like to be tagged you can add yourself Here

Fragments Masterlist


Cas had managed to get details from the getaway driver for the people who took Sam. It wasn’t much but it was something to go on. You’d found out they were British and had just flown into the country the same night they took Sam. He also told you he drove them to a local veterinarian but didn’t know why. Dean was off checking the tail number of the plane. Cas was checking into the Vet. Mary and you were sitting at a table in a park outside of the Vet’s practice, waiting for him to show back up.

You weren’t speaking, opting to watch Mary. Everyone had been so worried about you and your memory issue then about Sam disappearing they hadn’t paid much attention to her and how she was adjusting. She was watching everyone, staring at the cell phones and the laptops. She looked just as lost as you felt. You didn’t remember your life, but you remembered what life was like. You remembered phones, computers, technology, how to use everything. All of that was still there. You couldn’t imagine how she felt, being dumped 33 years into the future with a dead husband and two grown sons.

“Are you ok? I know how I feel. It must be a lot for you to take in.” Mary turned to you, smiling sweetly and nodding her head just as Cas approached carrying coffees, passing one to each of you. “Thanks, Cas.”

“It’s how you like it.” Cas said, sitting in the chair next to yours. “Or how you used to like it.” You took a sip and hummed in satisfaction, earning a smile from Cas.

“This must be difficult for you.” Cas said, turning toward Mary, apparently picking up on the same thing you had. “I remember my first moments on Earth. It was jarring.”

“One word for it.” She laughed. “I grew up with hunters. I’ve heard of coming back from the dead…but to actually do it after 30 years…a lot’s changed.” She glanced around again, looking at everyone on their phones. “A lot.”

“Y/N what about you? Are you holding up ok?” Cas questioned. “I can’t really get a read on you. Then again…I guess I never really could.” He chuckled to himself, shaking his head. “You were always a mystery to me.”

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forever and a night | jjk

summary: the werewolf in the forest isn’t dangerous, you told them, he’s just a boy with beautiful eyes and a heart of gold.
{werewolf!au}
pairing: jungkook x female reader
word count: 7k (whoops)
genre: fluff, angst
warning: graphic depictions of violence, death
a/n: to the anon that didn’t want angst: i’m sorry!

part 2 of my fear is forever series. sequel to fear in your eyes

It’s as if the breath gets sucked out of your lungs all at once, leaving you empty and weak, because that’s how you feel under his piercing gaze, those dark eyes suddenly a lot more frightening than they appeared five minutes ago. Scared, that’s what you are. Scared, alone, and good as dead.

“It’s true?” You somehow manage to utter out, your mouth likely working on autopilot at this point, brain still frazzled. “What they say is true?”

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Can We Still Be Friends?

Summary: Jungkook broke things off with you awhile ago since he was getting so famous. But there isn’t a day that goes by where he doesn’t think about you, and when he finally sees you in person again, he gets hit with the love he once felt for you all over again.

Word Count: 3734

Song: Friends - Justin Bieber & BloodPop

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ctfLLsD84vk

Originally posted by jimiyoong

“A large hazelnut coffee.”

His ears perked up, and his eyes lifted from his phone. The line in front of him didn’t seem to be winding down. Maybe with his mask, hat and sunglasses, he mistaken the voice for someone else.

“Thank you.” You smiled at the barista and grabbed your coffee, with folders being held closely to your chest.

And it was a scene that came out of a movie. Jungkook looked up at the right time to make eye contact with you for a split second. It felt like an eternity, like time stopped and it was just him and you. You didn’t even know that it was him, as you kept walking by with a small smile on your face, taking a sip of your coffee.

And that’s where the familiar voice came from.

And that’s when memories came flooding back, and he wanted you back in his life.


I was wonderin’ ‘bout your mama

Did she get that job she wanted?


“Hey wait up!” You stopped walking and turned around. You weren’t sure if that voice was talking to you, or someone else. You squinted your eyes and looked beyond the crowd for someone, but no one made an appearance, so you decided to keep walking. “Y/N!” You turned around and a person with a beanie, sunglasses and a mask on was standing before you.

“I didn’t think I’d actually catch up to you.” They were breathless, they were following you all this way. But why?

“Uhm, did I forget something at the cafe?” You looked panicked, rummaging through your belongings. You had your folders, you had everything in your purse, and you of course had your coffee.

“No, I just wanted to see you.” You raised an eyebrow and choked on your coffee. Who was this person?

“Well that’s nice?” You were creeped out, this stranger knew your name and wanted to see you for some odd reason. Your phone started ringing and you went into your purse to grab it to see that it was your mom. “Hi mom!” You held up a finger to the stranger indicating that you needed a moment to take the call.

And once you hung up the phone and looked back at the stranger getting ready to say something, they spoke up. “Did your mom ever get that job she wanted?” Who was this person? How did they know something so specific about your mom?

And that’s when you put two and two together.

“Jungkook?”


Sold that car that gave her problems?

I’m just curious 'bout her, honest


He took off his sunglasses and it really was him. It goes to show that you two weren’t around each other as much, and lost contact because you couldn’t even recognize his voice, or the way he walked.

But you remember why you lost contact with him, the way he broke up with you over text, and then he just dropped off the face of the earth. No matter how hard you tried to stay in touch with him, he ignored you. And no matter how hard you tried to ignore him, you couldn’t, because everywhere you turned he was there - on posters, on billboards, on TV.

And now, seeing his face right in front of you, it made you angry. You were upset about the past, how he ended something so good so easily. How he didn’t even want to stay in touch with you, even though he loved you so dearly, which turned out to be lie. How he just up and left you and never asked how you were doing when your world came crashing down.

The smile on his face faded away when you did a quick turn on your heel and started walking away from him, not wanting to deal with him. He didn’t give up that easy as he followed you, and put a hand on your arm trying to stop you.

“Y/N.”

“You have no right to ask about my mother Jungkook.” You shook off his arm and walked a little faster than before, but his long legs kept up with you.

“I just want to see how she’s doing! Like did she sell that car that was giving her problems back then?” How did he even remember that? Why was he asking about the past, he didn’t deserve an answer.

You let out a little chuckle and looked at him. “It’s funny how you ask if she’s doing okay, but you won’t ask me.”

“Okay, Y/N how are you doing?” He gave it shot, but got turned down right away.

“Fuck off Jungkook.”

And with that he finally gave up and watched you walk away.


Know you wonderin’ why I been callin’

Like I got ulterior motives


“Jungkook stop calling me!” They were the first words that came out of your mouth when you finally answered one of his calls.

“Thanks for answering.” He sounded exhausted, sad, and everything in-between.

“Why are you all of a sudden calling me Jungkook? You leave me, ignore me, and act like I never existed a year and a half ago and now you hit me up like no other.” He knew you were right which hurt him more. “If this is some booty call, you can leave me the fuck alone. You can get any girl and I’m sure any of them would be content to sleep with you.” Jungkook felt his stomach drop, and his face go pale with your words. Did you think that lowly of him? It was a dumb question to think since he left you suddenly back then. Of course you thought that lowly of him, and that’s what kills him.

“No this isn’t a booty call Y/N.” His voice was quiet, almost mute, it almost broke you.


Know we didn’t end this so good

But you know we had something so good


“I know what I did when I ended things with you wasn’t right. I shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have texted you telling it was over, I shouldn’t have ignored you, I should have made sure if you were okay because if you were like me, you were dying of pain because it hurt so bad, and it still does.” You stopped him before he could continue.

“Why did you end it then Jungkook? If it still hurts a year and a half later why did you break up with me?” You heard a silence and his breathing, waiting for an answer.

“Because I didn’t have enough time for you. You deserved someone that would make you their number one priority. I couldn’t do that.”


So I’m wonderin’, can we still be friends? 

Can we still be friends? 

Doesn’t have to end 

And if it ends, can we be friends?

Can we be friends?

Can we be friends?


He let out a breath before continuing. “But when I saw you at the cafe Y/N, it confirmed that I’m not over you.” You couldn’t help but shake your head and scoff.

“Are you kidding me Jungkook?”

“No I’m not.” You rolled your eyes. This is really happening, but a year and a half late. He thinks that he can waltz back into your life after just seeing you 2 weeks ago. He thinks he can pick back up where you left off, without taking into consideration of your feelings.

“It’s not gonna happen Jungkook.”

“Well,” he stopped mid sentence, trying to think of something to say. “Can we still be friends?”

“I don’t know Jungkook.”

And you hung up the phone, setting it down on the counter with a loud slam and screaming into your hands.


Wonderin’ if you got a body

To hold you tighter since I left


“God dammit.” Jungkook balled up his fists and slammed them against the bed. He threw the covers off of him and rubbed his eyes as he walked into the dark hallway towards the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator door, and grabbed a bottle of water. Sipping away on it, he pulled out his phone from his pocket and clicked the instagram app.

He saw the picture earlier in the day, he fell asleep with the picture on his mind, and this picture woke him up from a dead sleep. He couldn’t stop thinking about it. He clicked on your profile and there it was, the black and white picture that was haunting him. Someone snapped a shot of you and some dude that Jungkook didn’t know. You were both on the the floor and you were between his legs with your back leaning against his chest as he was laughing, trying to play a videogame. Something that you and Jungkook did often, it brought back so many memories.

“Kook what are you doing?” Hoseok came out into the kitchen to see Jungkook on the ground leaning against the cabinets. Jungkook didn’t even realize that he was on the ground until he had to look up to see who was talking to him.

“I don’t know.” He got up and walked back to his bed, and when he went to plug his phone into his charger, the picture was still opened.


Wonderin’ if you think about me

Actually, don’t answer that


And it’s so cliche how things happen, but as BTS was walking into the restaurant, you were there with your new guy dressed in a long maroon dress with a slit up the leg, and your hair and makeup done perfectly. You were talking about something, and the way he stared at you - it was how every girl wanted to be looked at. His focus was only on you.

BTS got ushered to their own private room, and all Jungkook wanted to do was be placed next to you, with his eyes glued to you. You looked stunning.

Jungkook excused himself to go to the bathroom, and on his way down he bumped into none other - you. You pushed a strand of hair behind your ear and clutched your purse to your side. “Hey Jungkook.” You smiled with your greeting and he smirked. “Hey Y/N.”

“I didn’t see you walk in, who are you here with?” He noticed that you seemed happier, you weren’t as awkward with him or rude when he stopped you a few months ago on the street.

“The guys actually, we’re upstairs.” You nodded your head.

“Ah the VIP section.” And Jungkook didn’t know why, but he took that comment to the heart. The way you said it, it made him get goosebumps. The VIP section, where celebrities are supposed to be and you were dining with normal people. Something that Jungkook could never do.

“Yeah.” He let out a nervous laugh and cupped the back of his neck. “You look beau…”

“Y/N?” You both turned your heads to see who was calling your name and it was your date for the night. The guy you’ve been seeing for 4 months now. He walked up to you and place a hand on the small of your back. “Is everything alright?” You nodded your head.

“Yeah, I just bumped into Jungkook.” Your date looked at him and placed out a hand to shake with Jungkook.

“I’m Y/B/N, Y/N has told me so much about you.” He smiled and Jungkook couldn’t help but give him a half hearted smile. What exactly did you tell him? Did you tell him all the good? The bad? Both? Did you tell him how he ignored you after he broke up with you via text? He didn’t want to know.

“Pretty cool that my girlfriend dated a celebrity, and now she’s stuck with me.” You rolled your eyes at him and smacked his chest, and he placed a kiss on your temple and your eyes fluttered shut. Jungkook was uncomfortable, he was glad to see you happy, but it wasn’t with him.

“I think you’re doing just fine babe.”

Jungkook coughed and the two of you stopped your flirting and your attention went to him. “Well I’m gonna go to the bathroom.”

“We should get going actually, the bill is paid for, and the bed is calling my name.” Y/B/N said and you agreed.

“I agree.” You patted Y/B/N’s chest and turned to look at Jungkook as he was walking by you. “Well, see you Jungkook. Tell the boys I say hi.”

“Will do.” And he heard your heels clack away on the tile floor. The happiness Y/B/N brought to you was beyond something Jungkook could wish for. He couldn’t help but feel a bit selfish, because it wasn’t him bringing you happiness.

JJ: Do you ever think about me Y/N?

You stared at your phone, your hand hovering over it for what seemed like forever. How do you answer that? You re-read the message so many times that it’s the only thing you were thinking about. Right when you were about reply your phone buzzed:

JJ: Actually, don’t answer that.


Know you wonderin’ why I been callin’

Like I got ulterior motives

Know we didn’t end this so good

But you know we had something so good


“Hello?” You groggily said into the phone, your eyes weren’t even opened.

“Y/N?” And with that voice, your eyes flew open and pulled the phone away from your ear just to make sure that it was who you thought it was.

“Jungkook it’s 2:34 in the morning what do you want?”

“I can’t get you off my mind Y/N.” Words you weren’t expecting. You felt bad for him, then again you didn’t. Because there was once a time that the only person on your mind was just him.

“Jungkook just go to sleep.”

“He’s there isn’t he?”

“What?”

“Your boyfriend, he’s laying next to you isn’t he?” And you turned a head a little bit to see your boyfriend sleeping soundly next to you. You swung your legs off the bed to the floor and walked out the bedroom.

“Yeah he is actually.” Jungkook sighed.

“I’m glad you found someone.”

“Thanks.” And then the silence came.

“I really miss you Y/N.”


So I’m wonderin’, can we still be friends? 

Can we still be friends?

Doesn’t have to end 

And if it ends, can we be friends?

Can we be friends?

And if it ends, can we be friends?


And as months went on, you and Jungkook stayed in touch with each other. You talked about anything, like friends. When you let him back into your life, everything felt right again. It was odd at first, since he wasn’t your boyfriend, but Jungkook as a friend was doing just fine.

Until things changed one night, when you and Y/B/N got into an argument which lead you to leaving the apartment, and walking around the city. When you opened the door to your apartment, you found suitcases getting packed, and that’s when you realized that Y/B/N was leaving you.

“This isn’t working out Y/N.” You nodded your head at his words as he picked up two suitcases and walked passed you. “I’ll get my other things tomorrow.”


Know you wonderin’ why I been callin’

Like I got ulterior motives

Know we didn’t end this so good

But you know we had something so good


*12 missed calls* It read on Jungkook’s phone. They were all from you. He scrambled out of bed, throwing on pants and pressing your name to return your calls, but all he was getting was voicemail.

“Dammit Y/N answer your fucking phone!” He said out loud to himself. He came out of his bedroom to be greeted by 6 other guys, who were confused at what he was doing.

“What’s going on?” Namjoon questioned him, throwing on a pair of shoes. They had practice at 8am this morning, and had to leave in 20 minutes. Jungkook slipped on a pair of shoes, and grabbed a sweatshirt.

“Twelve missed calls from Y/N, something isn’t right, I’m heading over there.”

“We have practice at 8 Jungkook, we’re leaving soon you don’t have time for that.” Yoongi spoke up and Jungkook turned around quickly and stared at him.

“She needs me.” And the door slammed shut.

________

“Y/N open up the fucking door!” He kept pounding, and you still weren’t answering. He tried calling you, but your phone died because it was going straight to voicemail. If you weren’t in your apartment, where could you be?

Jungkook’s heart was pounding when he walked inside the elevator, he was pacing. Was everything alright? Were you safe? If something bad had happened to you, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself.

________

You walked around the city the whole night after Y/B/N left. You didn’t prepare yourself for the autumn weather, as your nose and cheeks were red, and your hands were ice cold. You were sitting on a bench watching the sunrise, and checking your phone to see if Jungkook called back, but nothing. Typical, you were getting your hopes up while he was letting you down, and then your phone went black as it went to 0%.

You had enough time to think about the fight you had with Y/B/N. Did he see right through you and realized that you still had feelings for Jungkook, or was it really because of the fight? Or was it because you just sucked at relationships and you were meant to be alone forever? You didn’t know anymore.

You stood up from the bench, and walked away. Hoping that your next destination would work out.

________

“Y/N?” Jin’s confused face was replaced with concern when he saw you shivering. He grabbed your shoulders and led you inside and placed you on a kitchen chair. “You’re freezing!”

You chuckled and nodded your head. “I know that.” Taehyung came out to the kitchen with a blanket, and wrapped it around you.

“Kook isn’t here right now.” Taehyung told you.

“That’s fine, I just needed somewhere to go.”

“He actually went to see you Y/N.” Namjoon walked into the kitchen, throwing a coat on him.

“Oh.” Was all you managed to say. He wasn’t letting you down this time. “Can I actually borrow a phone charger?”

“Just go to his bed Y/N, we’ll be back later this afternoon if you want to talk to him, if not you’ll be gone by then your choice.” Namjoon said to you and with that you watched them leave heading to practice.

You walked to Jungkook’s shared room with Jimin and placed your phone on his charger while laying your head down on his pillow, and wrapping yourself up with his blankets. Missed calls and several messages came through.

JJ: Y/N is everything okay?

JJ: I’m on my way over.

JJ: Answer the door Y/N come on.

JJ: Y/N where are you?

JJ: Please tell me you’re alright Y/N.

JJ: If something bad happened to you, I don’t think I can live with myself.

JJ: Y/N please…I’m begging you.

JJ: I love you please…

Y/N: Me too.

Everything went black as sleep took over.


I’m wonderin’, can we still be friends?

Can we still be friends?

Doesn’t have to end 

And if it ends, can we be friends?


Jungkook read your cryptic message all the way back to the dorms. You too what? What were you answering to? He kicked off his shoes once he walked through the door and all the guys walked out to the living room. They knew that either you would be in his bed, or you would be at in your apartment. They didn’t share that news with Jungkook.

And when Jungkook opened his bedroom, he saw a sleeping figure taking up his bed, and when he walked closer, he realized that it was you. He bent down and cupped your cheek with his hand and placed a kiss on your forehead.

“You scared me Y/N, I thought I lost you.”

“I’ll always be here.” You said it softly and Jungkook backed away from you. “I’m sorry for scaring you.”

“What’s going on?”

“I suck at relationships I think.” You opened your eyes and pulled the covers up more, you could feel yourself getting sick. “He left.”

“Y/N…” And Jungkook climbed on the bed and laid next to you, rubbing your cheek. “You don’t suck at relationships, you’re wonderful.”

“Yeah says you.” He nodded his head, and his stomach went in knots and his heart broke a little at your words. You were right, how could you not think that you sucked at relationships when the last two boyfriends you had, left.

“I’m sorry Y/N.”

“I’m sorry for being rude, you didn’t deserve that.” You tried leaning up but felt yourself get dizzy and laid back down.

“Are you okay?”

“No, I don’t feel good.” You got back up this time and sat at the edge of the bed. You needed to leave, you didn’t want to get Jungkook sick.

“Well lay back down, let me get you some soup and water.” He stood up quick and looked at you, and you waved him off.

“No it’s fine, I need to go back, you can’t risk getting sick anyways.” Jungkook sighed and saw as you struggled standing up. He came to your side of the bed and pushed you back down and covered you up.

“I’ll get sick for you anyday Y/N.”

“Whatever you say Kook.” And Jungkook smiled like a little kid in a candy shop. Hearing you call him that after all this time made his heart skip a beat.

As he was about to leave the room you spoke up. “Oh and Kook?”

“Yeah?”

“We can’t be friends.” His head hung down and so many questions he wanted to ask but not right now with you in this state. And when he was about to respond you spoke up again. “I realized I was still in love you.”

And Jungkook jumped on the bed and placed both hands on your cheeks and kissed you passionately.

“I love you Y/N.”