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I have so many Anduin feels

Clearly, if you couldn’t tell, and I wanted to write it down otherwise I feel like I might explode from emotions. This entire cinematic was beyond beautiful. Blizzard really went above and beyond in the artistic department - everything looked so damn -real-, which took my breath away. But the main thing that really struck with me is the fact that you can clearly see Anduin’s personality in this moment. So please excuse me, but there’s a lot of pics and a long opinion below the cut.


When we first see him, he’s got the lion helmet on, looking all badass. Even after he’s knocked off his feet, he gets back up and proceeds to go after the troll who tries to kill him, granting us this amazing image -

Looks like he’s channeling Varian to me. He’s standing all, big and trying to be imposing. And almost immediately after, they focus on his face, going from this -

- to this -

Look at him. Look at that face. This isn’t a life-long trained/skilled warrior. This isn’t a battle-hardened paladin who’s fought for years and years. This is a child, a teenager (WoWpedia says seventeen, and we all know how Blizzard is with lore, but it does sound about right), who has been shielded from the harshness of actual war for most of his life. War is brutal; war is dirty and cruel and this world has seen it constantly. And I don’t know how much time will have passed from Legion to this expansion, but regardless.

He looks so sad, almost out of place and worried, and just…-scared-. Like the sudden realization of what he’s in the middle of, of what he’s leading here - not Genn, not his father, him. He’s the one who’s leading the armies of the Alliance, thousands of soldiers against an army equally as powerful. Stormwind and the Alliance could fall in this moment and it would be his fault. And I think it all comes at him at once. This is what his father was talking about, it’s what he was trying to protect him from.

But this is Anduin we’re talking about. This isn’t a warmongering character, we all know how much he would prefer to solve things peacefully, and (I’m keeping my fingers crossed that Blizzard doesn’t totally and completely butcher his character of course) it must have been something to drive him to this point. Look - His mother died when he was a baby, his father was gone most of his life and was only around for a few precious years before he was killed, his ‘aunt’ Jaina has been MIA until lately and Velen is who knows where. I’m hoping we’ll get an answer to that between then and now, but my point is this - Anduin, High King of the Alliance, leader that everyone looks to for guidance and support, really doesn’t have a support system himself. He doesn’t have anyone he can really depend on. The only one who’s been shown to constantly be around is Genn, and whether for good or ill, I suppose it’s something, but it’s not enough. He’s probably been struggling to keep things together for a while. I doubt he’s been eating or sleeping much.

And what does he do, surrounded by death and destruction of hundreds of lives? We see that looks around the battlefield in a moment of calm and is clearly distressed by it. 


It’s in this moment that I think he really shines, no pun intended. We know what his father would do in this situation, we know what other characters would do. But Anduin is different, it’s what makes him so special in this game. He looks at his father’s sword, a sword of legend no less - 

You can see the confusion, the uncertainty, the self-doubt even now. Shalamayne responded to him yes, but you can absolutely see him still coming to terms with it. He still feels like he isn’t worthy of it.  
“I cannot do this father. I can’t be the hero you were. I can’t be the king you were…”

And no, he isn’t. That’s what I love him. He’s his own man, finally able to step up and make his own imprint on history. Because of that, I think it’s important to note the imagery of him throwing the sword back down - 


Something about this really strikes me not only as beautiful but incredibly moving as well. There is some very deep in this shot. He’s beginning to accept the fact that no, he isn’t his father. No, he isn’t a warrior. That isn’t his path. What does he do instead, then, when surrounded by injured and dying soldiers? Do what he does best, of course - 

Heal. Resurrect. Anduin has had an affinity with the Light that few have had before, especially humans. We know this and it’s really beautiful to finally see it in such a wonderful cinematic. I think it’s really touching that if you look closely you can even see tears in his eyes -

We know from lore that Anduin has resurrected his father before, which is something that happens so rarely in canon. Casting such a spell for one person would be difficult enough, but an entire army? That’s practically impossible. We also know that for a character to channel such a spell for a long period of time takes a lot of stamina and strength. It’s exhausting. But he doesn’t give up. He doesn’t stop to take a breather. He stands tall with the rejuvenated army surrounding him once more.

“Stand as one!”

Which just hearkens back to previous cinematics, I think. 

“What am I supposed to do now?”
“What a king -must- do.”


“For the Alliance!”

What I find most interesting is that he doesn’t say ‘For Azeroth!’ like his father in the previous expansion, he says Alliance. Which makes me wonder just what has happened to cause all of this. 

The point of all this rambling is this - Anduin Llane Wrynn has been underestimated both by other characters as well as players for too long. Many people call him names for wanting to find a peaceful way to solve problems and for some reason that’s a bad thing? I don’t understand it, but I’m so happy and proud to see him standing alongside us on the battlefield. This boy does not get enough credit and I’m glad they finally have let him do something amazing. He is much stronger than I think even he realizes, and I would love it if people would finally give him the love and recognition he deserves. 

Anduin is too good for this world and we don’t deserve him.

I’ve been rereading a bunch of comments on Obito-heavy chapters of reverse, and there are a couple of points that people always bring up that just…bug me. And keep in mind that while he is totally my favorite character I do not excuse anything he did, nor do I feel his actions were justified. But sometimes, the hypocrisy of the statements gets to me. Cue rant:

1) “He killed so many people! And innocents!”

Yes, absolutely. But they’re shinobi - so has everyone else. Like, Minato canonically killed over a thousand Iwa shinobi in a single day. Kakashi also has an incredibly high kill-count from taking missions. Itachi killed hundreds in one night. Assassination contracts are also a thing, and there is no way that everyone the various shinobi in the villages kill is innocent. Killing people is kind of a thing with ninjas. If you don’t like Obito because he killed your faves, that’s cool, but say that

2) “There was no reason for him to do what he did!”

Well, the overarching goal behind everything was changing the shinobi world because it’s the kind of place that makes child soldiers fight and die in wars, and changing the world is kind of a recurring theme in the series. Obito gets the “cool motive, still murder” sticker, but Naruto and Hashirama had the same goal, honestly. Even Kakashi admits that Madara and Obito have a point about things needing to change. 

3) “He should have known better!”

As a traumatized child soldier being manipulated/brainwashed by two master manipulators right after he saw his only friend killed? And with a seal on his heart to keep him from betraying them? I mean, it would have been reasonable if he had come to realize that everything he was doing was wrong, but I also tend to think it’s understandable that he didn’t. Rin was his main tie to Konoha and he’d just seen Kakashi murder her. He had no family that accepted him and a strained relationship at best with Kakashi. He grew up practically an outcast, being told he was useless and had no worth, and then Madara shows up and tells him he’s strong and capable and can save the world from itself. He didn’t look too deeply, and I can understand why. Again, ‘cool motive, still murder’, but a reasonable progression from the child we see in the beginning. 

4) “He was too easily forgiven!”

This one I’ll give you, but it was out of character for Naruto, Obito, and Rin, and just. Such sloppy writing. Especially when Naruto had previously said (to which Obito agreed) that Obito would have to face justice in the villages after the war. Naruto turning around to instantly call him the ‘coolest guy’ when he died was just ridiculous, but I feel like it’s akin to blaming Sakura for the character assassination in 699. Bad writing, inconsistent characterization. Before that, it was a lot more of a believable situation, imo. 

I….can’t….believe…this….tweet….actually….exists….

Safe

Originally posted by thosekidswhohuntmonsters

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Pure Fluff

Safe

Steve didn’t know what had brought him here, but he was glad that when he heard the low hum of Elvis Presley it was where he needed to be. He tapped lightly three times on your window before you even noticed the sound, spinning round in confusion you met his warm eyes. With a grin you walked over to the window and helped him in. 

“What on earth are you doing here Harrington?” You asked with one of those kind smiles he loved so much. 

“I couldn’t sleep.” He said simply as if that was enough of an explanation. 

“So you drove all the way over here?” You clarified making him fall onto your bed with a sigh.

“Looks like it.” Was his response and he threw in a wink for effect but you knew Steve better than that. In the months that you’ve gotten to know him through your dorky younger brother you had gotten to him pretty well.

Falling down onto the bed next to him you let out a sigh, siting up on your side resting your head on you hand you faced him forcing him to do the same.

“What’s wrong?” You asked taking in his sullen features, he normally has mischief swimming around in his eyes, and there’s almost always a smile on his face, but his eyebrows sunk downwards and there was no trace of a smile. 

“I’m just having trouble sleeping, like nightmares and stuff. My house is so far out into the woods I just… I just don’t want to be alone all the time. I figured I’d come see you.” He mumbled making your heart go out to him, he rarely had his parents there and even if he did he would probably still feel alone. You reached your hand out and brushed some of his hair out of his face giving him a small smile. 

“Okay Harrington, you can come here and sleep if you need to but on one condition.” You told him making him look at you expecting your rule. “You have to smile, because God knows I love it when you smile.” At your words a grin formed on his face and you began to match it. 

“That sounds reasonable I suppose.” He teased and you were thankful to see him back to his old self, the song changed from In The Ghetto, to one of your favourites; Can’t Help Falling In Love. Sighing out of the irony you sat up away from him and cleared your throat. 

“I’m getting some water, you want some?” You asked avoiding his gaze as you could just tell him how you feel.

“Sure thanks.” He answered confused at your change in attitude from basically flirting to trying to get as far away as possible. He chuckled to himself when he heard Dustin arguing with you from the hall. 

“I heard Steve! I’m sure I did! Y/N he’s my friend you can’t hide him from me!” Dustin whined before the normally sweet tone from you responded. 

“Yes I can, now go back to sleep it’s like 1 am you dork.” You re-entered the room placing down the glasses on the bed side table and finally looked at Steve who was still smiling at the interaction you just had with your brother. 

“He’s a good kid.” He told you making you nod. 

“You don’t have to live with him.” You joked climbing into the bed as Steve did the same, he’d stayed over once before when you’d got injured out hunting; he literally refused to leave even though you were fine so it wasn’t uncomfortable or an unfamiliar feeling. 

“Good night Steve.” You whispered flicking off your lamp leaving the music to play quietly.

“Night Y/N.” He whispered back but you rolled over too curious to sleep.

“Hey Steve?” You asked in the darkness feeling him also roll over to face you, just about making out each other’s outlines.

“Yeah?” 

“Why did you really come here?” You finally asked and he heaved a sigh.

“I don’t know Y/N, there’s just something about you. You make me feel safe.” He told you honestly, and his tone was laced with sleep, glad you make him feel that way you reach out for his hand.

“You make me feel safe too.” You told him squeezing it.

“We make a pretty good match then huh?” He stated before the two of you fell asleep tangled in each other’s arms. 

Trapped on Christmas Eve (Part 2)

Summary: Modern-Day (AU) Trapped in Vancouver National Airport on Christmas Eve, thanks to bizarre weather, fate runs into you. And his name is Bucky Barnes. When the two of you accidentally swap phones, you’re in for a fun ride. Will you make it on time to coming back home for the holiday, or will you be stuck inside the airport with a stranger you barely even know’s phone? 

Word Count: 1,807.

A/N: Thanks a bunch for all the feedback on the first part!!! I really appreciate it. Hope you guys like the second one! (ps: everything talked about with the airport is all made up, so if you’ve ever been to vancouver international, just disregard my inaccuracy lol)

Part 1 

Originally posted by buckysqueenbitch


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got7// bondage

requested :)
handcuffs and more

mark

 your wrists were starting to hurt from being locked up in handcuffs for so long. but that pain quickly faded away when mark’s tongue licked a stripe up your slit, a moan escaping your mouth. your hands wrapped around the bed post as you bucked your hips into his face, trying to get even more pleasure.

“ah- mark.”

he hummed against your core in response, the vibrations pushing you closer and closer to your orgasm. you wanted to run your hands through his hair but your restraints held you back. soon, you came shaking aorund his head, earning a moan and chuckle from mark.

“how was that baby?” a smirk spreading on his face as he spoke.

Originally posted by tuanisanangel

jb

  you would have been thinking about adding handcuffs into your bedroom time with jaebum for along time. the thought of him wrapping the cold metal around your wrists and attaching them to the bed post made a rush of heat go down to your core. when you proposed the idea to jaebum, lust quickly filled his eyes, images pouring into his head as he licked his lips.

 “of course baby. when do you want to try it?” he asked, his eyes scanning down your body. 

“how about right now?” you responded, pulling the pair of handcuffs out from behind you with a smirk, jaebum’s jaw dropping instantly. 

“mmh, right now is perfect.” he stated as he began to crawl over to you on the bed and take the handcuffs from you. “i’m going to make you scream all night long.” 

Originally posted by msmichellec

jackson

  he would handcuff you to the bed, dragging a crop gently across your stomach, teasing you. he has been teasing you for hours. you would come so close to cumming when he pulled away, slightly smacking you witht eh crop. you skin was red and sweaty from the pleasure and pain mixing together, 

“daddy please let me cum now.” you moaned out to him, begging. 

“mh you think you’ve been a good enough girl for me?” he asked, smacking the inside of your thigh with the crop, your body jerking from the contact. 

“yes, i think i have.” you responded. 

“fine then you can cum.” he responded quickly before diving down to your pussy, his tongue circling your clit at a fast speed.

Originally posted by mayfifolle

jinyoung 

he would blindfold you, taking away one of your senses. each time he layed a single finger on you, you jumped, surprised by the contact. his tongue would be licking little areas on your skin before he ulled away and blew on it. his hands would roam your body after a while. his warmth sending shivers down your spine as his hands got closer and closer to your dripping pussy. you could imagine hi slust filled eyes, you needed to see him. 

“jinyoung, please let me see you.” you whinned out to him, on all fours.

“tsk tsk, but you’ve been a bad girl y/n.” he reminded you, “you need to be punished.” and with that, he slapped your ass, making you moan out of pleasure and pain. 

Originally posted by jypnior

youngjae

  he was usually the sub, but when he wanted to be the dom you let him. and god, did he go full out when he did. handcuffs and a blindfold were already on you and you were soaked. the panties you were still wearing must’ve had a giant wet spot on them. the metal on your wrists were locked on your wrists as you layed on your stomach, waiting for youngjae. finally, he let his finger slid down your back and stop just before your ass. his warmth breath fanned your neck as he kissed behind your ear. 

“you’re so wet for me y/n, and i havent even started yet.” he spoke as he dipped a finger inside of your slit.

Originally posted by iamlatinaandilovekpop

bambam

  he would have your legs and wrists pinned, locked to the bed frame with handcuffs. you watched and waited anxiously as he circled around the bed, staring at you with lust filled eyes. his tongue darting across his pump lips every now and then. he reached his warm hand and put it on your thigh, finally stopping his pacing and looking straight at your dripping core. 

“you look so pretty like this y/n.” he praised you, his hand on yor thigh coming closer and closer to your core. “we should have done this sooner.” he finished speaking as his hand finally made contact with your pussy. his fingers cirlcing your clit, your back arching immediately, alomst silently agreeing with him.

Originally posted by tanjhent

(also this is my favourite gif of bambam)

yugyeom

 he would have you blindfolded as he stared at you, thinking of what to do next with you. he’s been teasing you for an hour, only lightly grazing you skin and making you touch yourself instead of him. you ha dbeen whinning and moaning for him the whole time, just wanting him to touch you. when he thought that you finally had enough, his would lick your nipples, and drag his hands sodnw your core, surprised at how wet you actually were. 

“god baby, who got you this wet?” he would smirk, knowing who exactly did.

Originally posted by smutygifs

Ellen’s in Y/N’s ear (Shawn Mendes x Reader)

Summary: Ellen Degeneres sends famous (your profession) Y/N to a local coffee shop with an earpiece. Y/N must follow everything Ellen tells her to say. It is a funny game until Y/N realizes her long-time crush Shawn Mendes happens to be in that very coffee shop. Ellen got to have her fun.

Italics= what Ellen is saying

A/N: Who doesn’t love Ellen?

Originally posted by me-inpassing

“Alright, so in honor of her 18th birthday and all the success she has had this year, we sent (your profession) Y/N Y/L/N to a local coffee shop in Toronto where she is staying. I know, she actually prefers Canada.” Ellen Degeneres winks to her laughing audience.

The audience’s attention refocuses on the screen in front of them, showing Y/N in comfy sweatpants and a tank top.

Okay Y/N, if you hear me scream out loud: “It’s freezing cold outside, but I want to show off my abs!”

Y/N chuckles and whispers: “What abs?”, before shouting:

“IT’S FREEZING COLD OUTSIDE, BUT I WANNA SHOW OFF MY ABS!”

The people standing around her stare at her and laugh softly.

Okay Y/N, walk in the shop. 

Y/N grabs the door, and opens it, stepping into the nice coffee-smelling building.

Sniff around, and look like you’re heavily enjoying the aroma of coffee around you.

Shaking her head, Y/N walks further into the shop, sniffing around. She shuts her eyes and sighs.

The audience laughs, some of them muttering how she looked high while doing that.

What Y/N and Ellen did not know however was songwriter Shawn Mendes was sitting in the corner and had raised his head up from his phone upon Y/N’s arrival.

The corners of his lips tugged up into a smile. Shawn had always harboured a little crush on the renowned (your profession). They were following each other on social media and occasionally would retweet each other’s posts and such. Each time Y/N liked his posts, or tweeted something so goofy reflecting her personality, Shawn always had a little warm fuzzy feeling in his chest. They had met at the Teen Choice Awards, and he remembered clearly how amazing she looked in her dress and how much he couldn’t stop thinking about how they took a picture together on the red carpet. Since then, Shawn only saw glimpses of her at other award shows but never had time to go speak to her.

So, seeing her there today made his heart leap. He has never seen her in anything other than dazzling gowns, but he found her just as effortlessly beautiful in a laidback casual outfit.  

Okay, so walk up to the cashier.

Y/N coughed and whispered:

“Ellen um there’s a line.”

Cut the line! An audience member shouted. Ellen smiled. Cut the line.

Y/N took a deep breath in, and slid in in front of a man waiting in line.

“Um, excuse me?” He said.

Say you’re a celebrity.

“Yes sir, I’m sorry I cut you, but I am a celebrity.” Y/N responded, blushing slightly.

Ellen rolled around in her seat with laughter.

“Well miss that’s not an excu- Wait Y/N Y/L/N?” He gasps.

“Yes.” Y/N giggles.

“No way, my daughters love you! Can I get a picture?”

“Oh yeah, great! Tell them I say hi!”

And the man takes out his phone, snaps a picture of them together and leaves straight away exclaiming to his phone; without his coffee.

Alrighty then, Y/N you got out of that.

Y/N grins cheekily.

Shawn watches from a distance, a little perplexed. Was Y/N actually that rude about being famous? But yet again, her grin at the end was impossible to hate.

Y/N walked up to the cashier, waiting for Ellen’s directions.

Ellen kept quiet, pursing her lip to hold back laughter.

Y/N clears her throat, looking from side to side as the cashier watches her expectantly.

Playing with her hair awkwardly, she bites her lip.

“Can I help you miss?” The cashier asks once again.

“Hmm, oh yes.”

“So what can I get you?”

“Yep.” Y/N responds. She looks up to the hidden camera, raising her eyebrows slightly at Ellen.

Meanwhile in LA, Ellen is red from holding her breath and the audience is on the edge of their seats, waiting for Ellen and Y/N’s next move.

“I’m sorry, so what would you like to order?”

“Yeah that’s the one.” Y/N continues, swaying slightly from side to side on the balls of her feet to release some awkward tension.

“So uh miss, would you like to maybe hear the specials?”

Say: No, I know exactly what I want.

“No sir thank you I know exactly what I want.” Y/N answered.
“Okay perfect what would that be?”

Ask for a smoothie.

“Can I get a smoothie?” Y/N exhales, relieved the silence didn’t go on.

“Yes of course, we have strawberry, honey melon and mixed berry.”

Respond: Ooh I love melons. They look a little bit like breasts. You know with the little circle in the middle.

The color rose in Y/N’s cheeks.

“Ooh I love melons. They look a little bit like breasts. You know with the little circle in the middle. Looks like a nipple…” Y/N blurted out.

The cashier rose his eyebrows, then laughed out loud.

“Oh you are funny miss. So one small honey melon smoothie?”

“Yep, that’ll be that.”

Ellen then got an idea. Remembering her previous Ellen in Your Ear episodes, she decided to get a little bolder. Y/N, say: “But of course they don’t look like my breasts. Those melons are huge!”

“But of course you know, melons don’t look like my breasts. Ha ha um no, those are hu-uge.” Y/N gestured, positively red by now.

Shawn let out an involuntary laugh, clapping his hands on his mouth. This went unnoticed by Y/n who was too embarrassed and busy trying not to laugh, but not by Ellen.

“Wait, camera crew zoom in on the left hand corner. Aah ladies and gentlemen, there is singer-songwriter Shawn Mendes.” Ellen chuckled mischievously. Her audience oohs in surprise. “Y/N walk to the back of the shop and go sit beside Shawn Mendes.”

“Shawn Mendes?” , Y/N thought. Not the handsome, kind, down-to-earth singer Shawn right? The Shawn she has had a crush on for the longest time ever?

Y/N walked to her left, spotting him and sitting down beside him, hating herself for blushing.

“Hey.” She said.

“Hi! It’s so nice to see you here.” Shawn smiled back.

“So what brings you here?” He asked.

I needed somewhere to pee.

“I um yes, needed somewhere to pee.”

Shawn looked a bit confused, but carried on.

“Oh, bathroom’s broken at your place?”

Nope, I just love gross public bathrooms.

“No I just love gross public bathrooms ha. Love em!” Y/N squealed, wondering why she agreed to do this segment again.

“Anyway I heard your new single Bad Reputation and wow I can’t stop listening to it!”

“Wow thanks a lot, is that what you’re listening to now?” Shawn said, pointing to her earpiece.

Y/N closed her eyes for a second. Shoot busted, she thought.

“Yep.”

Hand him the earpiece.

“Here, listen.” Y/N said, taking it out and giving it to Shawn.

He accepted it, feeling his flesh burn as he grazed her fingers and stuck it into his ear.

“Hello Shaaawn.” Ellen said into the earpiece.

“What? Y/N who is this?”

Y/N merely grinned and gestured to him to keep listening.

“It’s meeee, from Finding Nemo.”

“Ellen?” Shawn asked.

“Yeah!”

“Oh! That explains why you were doing and saying such weird things.” Shawn threw his head back in laughter as he placed the earpiece down on the table.

“So I’m guessing you heard what I said, eh?” Y/N cringed.

“Yes, it was very entertaining.”

“Eeven the melon part huh?”

“It was one of the best parts.” Shawn chuckled.

“Oh, and just so you know, I don’t actually enjoy peeing in public bathrooms.” Y/N remembered, earning her another laugh from Shawn.

“Well um, there’s this beautiful restaurant downtown, and their bathroom is not um gross.” Shawn said.

“Is this your way of asking me out to dinner?” Y/N giggled.

“Yes, you caught me.”

“Well I’d love to check out that restaurant. For their bathrooms, of course.”

“Yes yes of course.”

They sat there for a tiny while, just smiling back at each other, dumbstruck and not believing their luck.

“Yo lovebirds, you forgot I can hear and see everything.” Ellen shouted into the earpiece, causing the pair to jump.

“Oh right, excuse me Shawn I have to end the segment.” Y/N joked.

She stood up and said at the top of her voice to the people in the shop:

“Hey guys! I’m Y/N and if you saw what weird things I have said, it’s because… You’re all on the Ellen Degeneres Show!” She waved her hands happily at the cameras as the coffee shop cheered with glee.

“So, maybe we can check that restaurant out right now?” Shawn stood up next to her.

“I’d love to.”

“Okay, that wasn’t the best Ellen in Your Ear since there was no dancing involved, but if they do get together, I’m taking full credit.” Ellen stood up and said to her audience. They laughed and cheered, as TV screens worldwide went to commercial.

Remember Me: Part 4

A Bucky x Reader / drabble series

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

A/N: Here is Part 4. Sorry it’s taken me so long. Had to step away from the writing game, due to work and such. I hope you guys enjoy the direction this series is taking. Please let me know what you think! ♥

Other Characters: Steve, Tony

Word Count: 1,302

Warnings:
- talk of violence, torture.

Tags: (at the end)

*gifs are not mine.

“Do you trust him?” you whispered to Bucky as you walked down the hall, his metal hand gripped protectively around your own. Since you first spoke to one another, he’d never stopped touching you in any way he could; whether his hand grazed the small of your back to lead you down the never ending hallways, or his fingers were brushing hair from the back of your neck. Each time he touched you, you felt electric bursts flutter across your skin, restarting your heart.

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A/N: This was supposed to be something small but it turned into more. It’s a really emotional subject and papa McCree just brings me so much joy. I cried a few times while writing this.

Words: 2,451
Warnings: None


He didn’t know and there was a chance he never would. How could he? Your whirlwind romance was just that – a whirlwind. He came into your life and left just as quickly. But it’s not like you didn’t want him. You loved that man and you weren’t angry at him for leaving. You knew from the start what his job involved and that he would be in and out of your life. There was also the chance that you would never see him again and the longer he was away the more that possibility seemed real.

You laid there and rubbed your growing stomach, as you did since you found out, and thought about that man you loved – your Jesse McCree. He wasn’t really yours though, was he? Not anymore, at least. Every night you wondered where in the world he could be now. You would be sure to tell the child about his father. The child would know its father was out there making the world a better place – saving the world even.

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gajevy-trainwreck  asked:

Ohhh could you do one where the RFA + V + Saeran switch bodies with MC for a day please? I really enjoy your writing! :D

Sorry for the delay with this one! This submit has been sitting in my inbox for awhile now and I apologize. There’s been a series of mishaps, such as me finally finishing this imagine and my internet shutting off. Or my drafts just magically not saving. All of which sucks because this request is so fun!^^

I also apologize if this is too long for your liking.

Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy it~!

Zen

  • you woke up cuddling with zen in his bed
  • you were the big spoon???? how is he fit so snuggly against you like this??? Why he so smol???
  • your eyes open in panic
  • “WHY AM I CUDDLING ME” you scream “WHY IS MY VOICE SO DEEP” you scream again
  • the MC that you were snuggling with opens their eyes in panic when they hear you scream
  • “WHY ARE YOU ME?” they scream, then clamp their hands around their own mouth once they hear their own voice
  • You get up and run to the bathroom to look in the mirror
  • White hair, red eyes, gorgeous looks
  • “I’M ZEN!” you yell
  • you hear running and suddenly the MC from before is right next to you, also staring into the mirror
  • “I’M MC!” they yell
  • you both look at eachother “I’M YOU!”
  • *cue panicking in the bathroom for like 2 hours*
  • when you both finally calm down, you’re sitting on the floor with your backs pressed up against the walls
  • MC/Zen speaks up first, “MC?”
  • “Yeah, Zen?”
  • “Can I just say that you look absolutely beautiful today?” He winks.
  • You giggle, “Oh thank you! I’ve been working out!” You lift your/his shirt up to show off your/his toned abs.
  • You spend the next hour making jokes of the similar caliber
  • While laughing, you go to run your hands through your/his hair and are greeted with a long silky ponytail
  • A devious smirk crosses your face as you think of a joke
  • “Zen?”
  • “Yes, MC?”
  • “What would you do if I were to…” You slowly stand up. He/you looks uneasy.
  • “…cUT OFF YOUR PONYTAIL” you take off running toward the kitchen where you know a pair of scissors is
  • he’s screaming pleads and chasing you

Yoosung

  • baby wakes up next to your warm body and decides to go make breakfast for the both of you
  • he goes in the kitchen and makes omurice (which i highly recommend that shit is GOOD)
  • once it is plated he sets the two dishes onto the counter and goes to wake you up
  • but…wHY IS HE STILL ASLEEP IN BED??
  • HAD HIS SOUL LEFT HIS BODY TO GO MAKE OMURICE??
  • the other Yoosung stirs and slowly wakes up
  • they make eye contact
  • and sCREAM
  • “ARE YOU ME??”
  • Both confused. both screaming. both end up hugging each other for comfort.
  • while crying he gets a glance of himself in the bedside mirror
  • he sniffles “Oh…I’m so cute…”
  • “Me too!” you dramatically cry.
  • “Thanks, honey.”
  • “Thank you too, honey.”
  • you calm down and try to make it through the day
  • the blind belief that this will all be sorted out in the morning was the only thing driving you
  • thank the stars that it was a weekend and neither of you had anything planned.
  • you both eat breakfast and chat, still getting used to your new bodies
  • after a bit of settling down, you get notification from a guild member requesting your assistance in LOLOL
  • Yoosung tells you that you need to play for him
  • and omg
  • you suck
  • the guild members are yelling and asking you if you are alright
  • Yoosung needs to take over before you destroy his ranking
  • Everyone hoots and hollers at the girl in the voice chat and Yoosung is pissed
  • Why can’t he be a girl and play without being harassed
  • Makes a mental note to scold the men in his guild once this is over

Jaehee

  • she wakes up next to you
  • immediately sees that she was sleeping with herself??
  • silently panicking
  • checks a mirror to see if she’s a ghost or something
  • she’s you??
  • you’re her??
  • silently panics harder
  • shakes you awake
  • “MC, something is wrong.” Her voice comes out fast and urgent.
  • You immediately see that she is you
  • “WHAT.”
  • “MC, I have work today! I can’t go into the office like this! You don’t work there! And there’s no way Mr. Han will give me a day off!”
  • You realize what you are going to have to do
  • You start silently panicking
  • she helps you slip into work clothes and heels
  • you wink at yourself in the mirror and put up finger guns
  • “None of that. I would never do that.” She scolds with a smile.
  • “Yes, ma’am.” You salute
  • “I wouldn’t salute either.”
  • “Yes, ma’am.” No salute this time.
  • Once you get to C&R, a crushing anxiety hits you
  • you walk in, heart pounding
  • you find you desk and sit down
  • there are sticky notes everywhere with reminders of what you need to get finished
  • and people keep coming by your desk to glare at you and give you more work
  • it’s hell
  • you don’t even know the password to her computer
  • you give up and just start throwing office supplies at your co-workers when they have their backs turned
  • it was fun for about an hour until THE Jumin Han catches you
  • he leads you to his office
  • P AN I C
  • he sits down at his chair behind the desk
  • “Care to explain.”
  • “Uhhhh, Jumin-I MEAN- Mr. Han.”
  • fukin nailed it
  • “You are acting quite strange today, Assistant Kang.”
  • “N-No, I’m not!”
  • He raises an eyebrow and you feel your face go warm in embarrassment
  • You cough. “Sorry, sir.”
  • “Care to explain yourself?”
  • You don’t know how to respond.
  • “I could fire you for this. You have done nothing productive all day and have even interfered with the productivity of other employees,”
  • You’re freaking out. You can’t be the reason Jaehee loses her job!
  • he continues, “furthermore-”
  • “JUMIN WAIT!”
  • he looks taken aback, “Assistant Kang-”
  • “I’m not Jaehee!”
  • it takes A LOT of convincing but he finally gives you a ‘sick day’ until this is all cleared up.
  • you go home and collapse into Jaehee’s arms
  • she works so much
  • you’re glad that she at least got to sit at home and do nothing in your body

Jumin

  • he’s mentally freaking the fuck out when he first sees you sleeping in his body
  • keeps calm and emails the correct people to tell them that he can’t come to work today
  • you wake up to the smell of strawberry pancakes
  • you follow the scent to the kitchen
  • wHY ARE YOU MAKING STRAWBERRY PANCAKES
  • you let out a little shriek and the MC making pancakes jumps a little
  • You hear them inform you of a little mishap
  • it’s weird to hear your own voice sound so formal
  • “Jumin.”
  • “Yes, MC?”
  • “I’m in your body.”
  • “yes, it appears so.”
  • YOU DAB VIOLENTLY
  • HE LOOKS LIKE YOU JUST INSULTED EVERYTHING HE STANDS FOR
  • The rest of the day is you just breaking his character
  • You call the chef
  • they pick up and ask you what you would like
  • “Is our company’s refrigerator running?” you ask, making sure your voice sounded deep and stoic
  • “Yes, sir.”
  • “Hmm, you better go catch it.”
  • Before the chef can even respond, you start laughing like a school girl and you hang up
  • You go into the chatroom
  • SHITPOST
  • You text Zen:
  • you: I LOVE YOU ZEN
  • zen: ??????
  • you: I. LOVE. YOU.
  • zen: wtf????? ew????
  • you: I LOVE YOU MORE THAN CATS
  • zen: aren’t you with MC????
  • you: IT WAS ALL A LIE TO MAKE YOU JEALOUS
  • zen has left the chatroom
  • Jumin can’t tell if this is the worst day of his life (his image is destroyed) or the best day (he’s been staring at himself in the mirror all day. you can’t leave him if he is you)

707

  • you wake up to loud screaming
  • “FREAKY FRIDAYYYYYYYYYY!!!!”
  • “Luce, what the hell?”
  • then you open your eyes
  • to meet…your own eyes??
  • “WE SWITCHED BODIES. DON’T ASK QUESTIONS, JUST ENJOY IT.”
  • You look around the room…well…you try
  • “I CAN’T SEE!” You panic.
  • “Oh, here!” He puts his glasses on you.
  • “Oh, hey gorgeous.” You wink.
  • “Hey~” he bats his eyelashes
  • “So what happened?” you ask, sitting up.
  • “We switched bodies. I don’t know how or why.”
  • “Oh cool. It’s like a filler episode, right?”
  • “Yeah.”
  • You study him/you
  • he seems to be also studying his own body
  • he starts by touching his/your face, feeling your features
  • then he touches your hair, “Hmm, soft.” he mumbled
  • then he pulls the blanket off of his legs and trails his hands up and down them. then to your arms.
  • he drops back down to your hips and trails him hands up, resting them on his breasts.
  • he squeezes
  • he squeezes again
  • hE KEEPS SQUEEZING
  • “SEVEN!”
  • he looks at you innocently, hands still cupping boobs
  • You gesture to his hands.
  • “Hey, you can touch whatever you want on me, deal?”
  • “Okay, deal.”
  • You run your hands over his body a couple times
  • You get bored pretty quickly
  • You gasp, “CAN I TRY ON YOUR OUTFITS?”
  • He gasps, “CAN I TRY ON YOURS?”
  • “YEAH.”
  • “THEN YEAH!”
  • “AWWW YEAHHHHHHH” He runs over to your closet and immediately starts making outfits
  • You do the same.
  • You both try them all on and strut around.
  • fucking nerdssss

V

  • You wake up in the morning and stretch
  • you open your eyes
  • “V, HELP, I CAN’T SEE!”
  • V wakes up to your screaming
  • immediately turns to the source of your screaming
  • is shocked to see everything so clear and bright
  • he sees himself/you looking around frantically
  • how was he looking at himself, and how was he looking??
  • “Calm down!”
  • You turn towards the sound of your own voice
  • “Is that you, MC?” he asks, trying his best to keep calm.
  • “Y-yeah?”
  • You cannot see anything out of one eye, and the other only supplied you with a huge blurry mass
  • but you could see colors
  • and the person talking to you did not have the same colored hair as V
  • they actually had the same colored hair as you
  • “Is that you, V?”
  • He hums a yes, “I think we are not in our correct bodies”
  • You take a moment to process this, you suddenly get really excited
  • “Wait…so you can see!?”
  • he matched your excitement
  • “Yes, everything is clear!”
  • You heard him take a sharp intake of breath
  • “I’m going to go look at you.” and with that you could feel him get out of bed and almost run to a mirror
  • it took longer than a look in the mirror usually should
  • but that boy was trying to memorize every detail of your face
  • deep down he knew this wasn’t going to last, so this would be his first and last time seeing you
  • when he hears you calling him, he hesitantly looks away from the mirror and goes back to you
  • “You’re beautiful.” He greets.
  • You blush, “V, let’s go everywhere we can! You need to see things!”
  • He helps you out of the house
  • You go to the park, stare at the sky, and feed the birds
  • V takes the prettiest pictures
  • You even call 707 to give you a ride to the   b e a c h
  • he stares out the window the whole time
  • He watches the ocean and observes the tiny granules of sand
  • throughout the trip he cannot stop looking at himself in reflections and his phone camera
  • takes so many selfies in your body
  • the nicest selfies
  • better than any selfie you’ve ever taken
  • he sees so many pretty things that day, but he thinks that you were the prettiest by far

Saeran

  • you wake up to see yourself staring at you with wide eyes
  • he is not saying anything
  • “I’m you.”
  • he says nothing
  • “And you’re me.”
  • still silent
  • you cannot tell if he’s calm
  • or just silently freaking out
  • he is expressionless in your body
  • you, however, are having a great time taking as many selfies on your own phone as possible
  • smiling pics of Saeran, fuck yeah
  • he keeps playing with his hair
  • “It’s so soft.” he mumbles.
  • is constantly brushing it
  • “so pretty.” he whispers to himself when looking in a mirror
  • he feels so fragile he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you so he tries his best to stay still
  • keeps gently touching your face
  • he just sits somewhere and makes a bunch of facial expressions just to know what it feels like when you make them. just imagine him scrunching up your face and smiling and just trying to make faces that he’s seen you do
  • you haven’t mastered the art of bitch facing like Saeran
  • everytime you look in the mirror to imitate his glare, you just start giggling at how cute you look
  • you’re both too cute
The Boy Who Talked To Birds

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Sparrow is what they called him. He was always Sparrow after he saved that bird. He came to Elsewhere, for History and Literature, and found a bird with a broken wing on the outskirts of the forest. He knew the traditions and followed them well. He sang and read poetry to the birds and crows on campus in some of his free time. He knew what it could be, but he couldn’t help seeing a bird in pain. His roommate said not to. Said we weren’t supposed to do that. “It’s a bad Idea.” he said. Sparrow did it anyway.

He took the bird home, and patched up its wing. Sparrow fed it, and watched it, and kept it safe. The little bird came with him when he played for the crows, and tweeted its approval with the cawing. After a bout a week, it began to flit around his room. After finding the bird atop his bed post after class one day, he called it down, and took it to the edge of the forest. He told the bird to be safe, and let it go into the forest. Sparrow left a small scroll, with a poem for the crows, in the crook of a tree at the edge f a forest.

His roommate called him Sparrow after he came back, as a bit of a joke about the bird, and Sparrow decided to go with it.

He went to sleep and woke to the sounds of birds twittering. They were twittering and saying things and Sparrow wondered, how could he understand them? He got up, walked to the window and spotted a bird on the windowsill. He’d always talked to birds, for they made great little companions. Sparrow said, “Good Morrow sir, how are you” and the bird, a crow, replied “I am doing well sir Sparrow.” Sparrow was taken aback by this. He could hear the bird speak. The crow chuckled, and said “yes, you can hear me.” Sparrow inquired as to why, and the crow responded “It seems you’ve been given a gift of language. The Language of The Birds it seems.”

From that day on, Sparrow was always found in the company of a bird. He learned secrets, spells, and turns of phrase. He continued to sing, and read, and play for the crows and birds, and got his small trinkets for his trouble. He spoke to them, to ferry messages for himself and others. He became known as Sparrow, The Boy Who Talks to Birds. Whenever people wished to speak with the birds, Sparrow would offer his help. He only asked for small trinkets and birdseed, for the birds around him.

Now you can see him sitting under trees, or on the grounds, always with at least one bird in his company. You can find him and ask him questions, things only he would know from the birds, for a small price. He was always happy to author and play for the birds, and enjoyed when others did the same. His nature was jovial, and he walked with iron and salt on his neck, with feathers always around him.

If a student ever wanted to know something, they knew where to find him. Even as his name changed with time. They could always find Sparrow, with a little birdie on his shoulder.

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I do hope you approve of this. If not, let me know and I can try and rewrite it! I just like the idea of a student helping a bird, and being gifted with the language of the birds. Have a good afternoon!

[x]

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“Ready Chuuya and… action!”

“This is a view rivaling even the most priceless painting.” Chuuya smirked as he stood on the stairs. “Eh, Dazai?” Chuuya shifted his foot, causing him to slip and fall down the fake stairs. “Oh shit.” He said before face planting.

“Pfffftttt.” Dazai began to laugh, before bursting into loud laughter. “There are tears coming out of my eyes ahaha!”

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Surprises

Request: Could I have 40 + 41 with Tony please?x

Pairing: Tony x reader

Summary:   40: “ Will you marry me? ” 41: “ I’m pregnant.”

You and Tony both had happy secret to tell the other, unbeknownst to the other.

Words Count: 1040

Genre:  Fluff :)

Warning: YOU MIGHT DIE OF CUTENESS , SORRY


      Mornings never were Tony’s favorite, he much preferred waking up closer to noon but that changed once he met you. You were the light at the end of Tony’s tunnel, his endgame and being able to wake up before you and see the golden rays of sunrise cascade over your sleeping form was worth waking up for. You two had met at one of his many charity balls, Tony can’t remember what it was for though. The only thing he could remember was the fire in your eyes when you were discussing a topic you enjoyed. What started as one conversation turned into two, which turned into coffee dates, that turned into dinner dates, that turned into Tony asking you to be his girlfriend. 

    It had been 3 years since you started dating and you had successfully moved into Tony’s penthouse. You were Tony’s voice of reason, his conscious and now he was completely dependent on your presence in his life. He never wanted to give you up, and he hoped the ring in his bedside table would be able to convey that in ways his words cannot. It wasn’t a very big but the simple clean look of it fit your personality best. Thinking of you wearing the white dress and walking to him from the isle almost brought tears to his eyes, he hopes you feel the same way. Who knew the playboy philanthropist could be so tightly woven around a woman’s finger?

   Tony smiled as he saw your sleeping form start to squirm around as you started waking up.

   “Good morning Sweetheart.” Tony whispers.



~2 weeks earlier~

   You sigh as you finish emptying your stomach contents for the second morning in a row.

   You weren’t stupid, you had an idea of what was happening. You weren’t exactly surprised that it was happening, seeing how you and Tony tend to go at it like two jack rabbits in heat.

   “FRIDAY,” you call out.

   “Yes ms.(l/n)?” The AI responds.

   “Can you schedule me an appointment with Doctor Schumer for today?” you request.

   “Right away mam, Should I inform Mr. Stark?” She asks.

   “No!” you snap back, “I mean, no. Its nothing to worry about, It’ll be fine.”

   “Of course.” and with that the AI leaves you with your thoughts.

   You were probably pregnant. You didn’t know if Tony wanted kids, but you loved him enough to trust that he will be happy.

~2 hours later~

   Well. You were definitely pregnant. By your charts, you were at least 2 months along. How were you going to tell Tony? You looked at the ultrasound in your hand. There wasn’t much to look at yet, because it was so small but the photo gave you hope. You put the photo in your bedside drawer and try to brainstorm ways to tell Tony.


~now~

   Upon waking up, Tony informs you that he will be making pancakes for breakfast. You sit up in excitement and kiss your boyfriend.

   “Thank you my love!” In your mind, you think Today’s the day. I’m going to tell him today!

   Little did you know that Tony was thinking the very same thing.  You both grab something from your bedside table and make your way to the kitchen. It felt like the photo was burning a hole through your pockets.

   You sit at the island in the kitchen as tony starts to prepare breakfast.

   “Tony I need to tell you something.”

   “(y/n) I need to ask you something!” 

   You both talk in unison by accident, laughing at each other.

   “Age before beauty Tone, You first.” you snicker.

   “okay. One, ouch and two, Ladies first love.” he shoots back.

   “Fine. Here.” You pull the photo out of your pocket and put it in Tony’s hands.”I’m pregnant

   You hear him gasp and look up and you, “No, (y/n) are you serious!” he asks excitedly.

   You nod your head smiling and Tony comes around the island and picks you up into a big hug. He holds you tightly before dropping to his knees and starts talking to your stomach.

   “Hey little guy! It’s daddy!” Tony whispers to your stomach. You start tearing up and hold Tony close to you and your child. You feel your shirt getting wet and Tony pulls away slightly.

   “Well, since I’m already down here. (Y/n), my love, the mother of my child, my sunshine, Will you marry me?” he asks pulling out a beautiful ring.

   You gasp, hands flying to your face. You start crying and just nod your head, not being able to make out words. Tony stands up and gets close to you. He starts sliding the ring up your finger and speaks softly to you.

   “(y/n) I swear to you, my child and anyone else that I will be a loving husband and a caring father. I love you more than the Sun, the Moon, and the stars. I promise I’ll be a better father and husband than my father ever could.” 

   “We know.” you whisper back, you smile and kiss him.


~4 years later~

“Maria Kathrine Stark, get off your father’s suit and come to dinner,” you say, walking into Tony’s lab. Maria was now 3 and a half and all too much like her father. 

“But mom!” She whines back.

“No buts, upstairs now.” you demand. She crosses her arms and pouts while you watch her stomp up the stairs to your dining room.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say we just made a clone of you.” you say to your husband as he walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist.

“Isn’t she cute?” Tony laughs, kissing your neck. “It almost makes me want another one.” He says.

You look back at him and slide his hands down to the small bump forming, “Funny you should say that..” 

“No freaking way!” He yells with joy.

“Yes way my love, we’re having another.”  

   Tony kisses you hard and it would have gone much further if it wasn’t for a certain Stark causing a ruckus.

“Daddy!” Maria yells

“Coming squirt!” he yells, running up the stairs. You laugh and make your way to the dining room where your family awaited you.

4 O’Clock (Taehyung x Reader)

- pt 1 -

genre: angst

length: 3,518

a/n: let me know what you think, and feel free to request a part 2 :-)

summary: you view him as your world. he views you as just a fan.

You had always been there for him since day one. You made him meals, took care of him whenever he was sick, brought him his favorite food and drinks, offered him emotional support. You defended him against haters, gave him advice whenever he messed up on something, encouraged him to move forward instead of dwelling on meaningless mistakes.

You believed that your relationship with him was something much more than a relationship between an idol and a fan. After all, you had given your support to him since he had become a trainee, way long before he had debuted as BTS.

You went to all of their concerts, all of their fansigns, and all of their award shows, even when they were hard to get into. He knew who you were; he’s had conversations with you before. You’ve hung out with him a bunch of times when he was a trainee. You would even go so far as to call him a friend.

But that’s where it stopped there.

Because everyone, including Taehyung himself, knew that a healthy relationship between an idol and a fan should just continue to remain as it is, especially since he was still on his dating ban.

He had told you that he had a dating ban on his contract, so everybody knows that he had been off limits. But somehow, he always managed to keep in contact with you.

In fact, you two had shared a little secret that no one besides the other members knew. Every so often, the two of you would meet up at 4 o'clock in the morning at the park when no one was awake. You knew that he would get in trouble if people found out that he kept meeting up with a girl, so it absolutely had to be a secret.

You two would talk about how things were going on in his life; in BTS; his worries; his hopes; his dreams; how much he loved the dazzling sky laced with pale blue azure and the gleaming moon above. However, your meetings would be cut very short because once it turned 5:30AM, he would leave immediately in order to prevent the risk of being caught.

You found the way he spoke and his philosophical approach on life very intriguing though. He pulled you in so much that you wanted hear him talk and talk for hours without end.

You were so utterly in love with him.

You were sure he had to feel the same thing for you as well. After all, you had been there for him since the beginning. Why else would he allow you to get so close to him and his members? Why else would he ask to have secret meetings at the park at 4AM? Why else would he make sure to wave to you at a concert or a fan meeting, knowing very well that you’d always be there? You were 99% sure he must feel something special for you.

It had been a month since you’ve last seen each other. You had made up your mind to tell your feelings to him the next time you two saw each other. You recalled the last time you talked to him.


“Hey, y/n,” he called your name. You two were situated next to each other on the wooden bench.

“Yes, oppa?” You responded.

“I can trust you right?”

You blinked at his question, “Of course you can. You know, I’ve never leaked out any of the secrets you’ve told me.”

He smiled gently as you, “Yeah, you’re right. We’ve known each other for years, and I know you’re not that kind of person.”

“Why do you suddenly ask?”

“I’m not really supposed to tell anyone this,” he looked a bit hesitant, “but I’m sure it will be fine.”

You remained silent, encouraging him to go on.

“… It’s been four years since we’ve been BTS,” he started explaining and then chuckled, “but I’m sure you already know that. Our contract is getting renewed in a month.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, Yoongi-hyung read the new contract to us and explained all of the differences between the old one and the new one.”

“What are they?” You immediately added, “-if you want to tell me.”

“No, I want to tell you. You just have to keep it a secret because I’m not allowed to disclose it.”

“I promise I won’t! I’m a very loyal fan, and you know it!”

“Thank you,” he gave you a cute smile before continuing. “I don’t want to get into too much details, but a lot of things are going to change for us. I think we could use those changes as an opportunity to grow though.”

“Yes, that’s true. I don’t know what they are, but you and the other members have worked so hard the past few years, and I know for sure that you can make it through!”

He stared at you for a moment, trying to take in your words before he broke out into a big smile. “Wow, you never fail to amaze me. Our fans are amazing, and I’m glad to have them, and especially you, to support us.”

Your heart raced at how he added that “especially you” part. But a part of you also thought about he still grouped you as part of those fans, how he still sees you as only a fan.

“It’s cute,” he added. “You’re so, so cute.”

“Ah, oppa, don’t try to flatter me,” you said flustered and playfully pushed him.

“It’s true though,” he defended and let out a laugh. “I do want to tell you an important change that was on the contract though.”

“What is it?”

“The dating ban will be lifted.”

Those words alone brought you hundreds of mixed feelings- good and bad.

“So you and the other members can date now?” You asked.

He nodded but he didn’t look too happy about it.

“I feel like if I dated, I’d hurt so many fans. I don’t want to do that,” he told you.

This was one of his traits that made you fall in love with him. He was always thinking about the fans.

“Well, if you dated,” you started, “I’m sure a lot of fans would be devastated. If they were your real fans, though, they would continue to support you and your music.”

“Do you really think so?”

You nodded, “I don’t think it really matters if an idol dates. There are a lot of fans out there who are possessive of idols, and there are those who aren’t. I think, overall, fans just want the idols to be happy. And as your fan, I would want you to be happy, too, and find someone who you really love. Just know that there will always be fans out there to support you, even when there’s so much hate going on.”

He listened to every single word you said before he smiled. “When you explain it like that, it makes me feel much, much better about my own thoughts and feelings.”

You didn’t mention the fact that you would be one of those fans who would be devastated. But if he dated, regardless, you would continue to support him. Your love for him, after all, was much more complex than just a simple crush.

“So,” you started and wiggled your eyebrows, “do you have someone particular in mind once the dating ban is lifted?”

You were begging to hear his answer. You prayed that he was going to say no.

“I do,” he admitted.

You heart started beating louder, and it wasn’t a good feeling.

“Who is it?” You pressed. “You know I won’t tell anyone.”

“I know,” he laughed, “but I’m going to keep it a secret just for a little bit longer.”

“Awww,” you said, a bit disappointed. “At least tell me what kind of girl she is? Do you talk to her now?”

“Yeah, I’ve known her for a while now,” he replied and looked at the pale blue sky that lit up a bit from the rising sun. “I always feel very comfortable around her, and I feel like I can tell her everything. She’s beautiful like the moon, and she shines brighter than any sun.”

“Taehyung-oppa…” you said astonished at the way he looked while he was talking about her. It seemed like the girl who he was talking about had completely captivated him; that at that moment, he imagined her smiling and laughing with him in his head.

You were hoping he was talking about you. You weren’t confident because the description was very broad, and you didn’t want to be too cocky to think that it was about you. You could only hope.

You gulped, waiting for him to say something else.

“She’s my first love, I’m sure of it,” he said. The nameless birds started chirping as the sky lit up some more. He then looked at you and asked, “Do you know that feeling when you can’t stop thinking about a person? When all you want to do is stop whatever you’re doing and just hold that person in your arms? When all you want to do is see their smile and listen to their voice all night long? Do you know that feeling?”

You blinked, startled at his passion. But you gulped again and worked up the nerve to nod and reply back, “I know the feeling.”

“You do?” He asked back, surprised. “You’ve been in love? This is the first time I’ve heard about this.”

“I’m in love now,” you admitted and your heart was beating so loud at that moment that you swore it could cause an earthquake anytime soon, “with a guy who I’ve been talking to. He’s my everything. I feel the same thing for him like you had described.”

“Are you going to confess to him soon?”

“I-I don’t know,” you stuttered and looked away. If you told him you were talking about him, you were sure you were going to run away from embarrassment.

“I think you should. I’m sure he feels the same way,” he gave you a gentle smile that made you melt inside. “Here’s some advice from oppa: if he wants to keep talking to you, then he’s probably interested in you too.”

“I… I hope he likes me back then,” you said shyly. “He’s my first love too.”

He grinned, “then we’re both the same.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, your heart still beating like wild. “You should confess to that girl too. I’m sure she likes you back.”

“Do you really think so?” He asked with wide eyes. “I’m going to be really nervous, but I plan on asking her out after I sign the new contract and the dating ban is lifted.”

You smiled back, “Of course. You’re Kim Taehyung after all. Any girl would be lucky to have you.”

He let out another smile. You loved it when he smiled. “Thank you. That was what I really needed to hear.”

“I’ll be cheering you on, oppa,” you told him, praying that it was you who he was talking about.

“Thanks, I’ll be cheering you on too! Let’s confess to the people we like at the same time, then.”

“Sure! Taehyung-oppa, fighting!”

“Yeah! Y/N, fighting!”


His words repeated in your brain, “if he wants to keep talking to you, then he’s probably interested in you too.”

That was the reason why he kept wanting to talk to you, right? Why he kept on wanting to meet up with you? Right?

You had begun to doubt yourself. Taehyung hadn’t responded to your texts in a few days. Usually, he would respond back quickly. The other members were responding to you just fine.

The other members definitely knew who you were. You were their most loyal fan, after all. You formed a friendly relationship with all of them, but you were just the closest to Taehyung.

You wanted to ask the members how Taehyung was doing, but you felt like it wasn’t any of your business. Even though they all treated you like a normal friend, you still felt like there was that barrier between you all; the barrier between an idol and a fan.

You then got a text message.

Taehyung: Hey sorry I haven’t been responding

Taehyung: We’ve been busy trying to renew the contract and making sure everything is okay

Did that mean that the dating ban had been lifted? You quickly responded, glad that he was texting you again.

You: It’s fine!!

You: How have things been lately?

You waited for a response back. It took ten minutes.

Taehyung: Good!!

Taehyung: We just signed out contracts

Taehyung: Let’s fulfill our promises soon okay??

You smiled at the text. He didn’t forget and you were so, so happy.

You: Sure! Do you wanna meet up soon, then?

Taehyung: Yeah, let’s do it this Tuesday

Taehyung: Same place, same time

You let out a breath. That was in a few days. You needed to prepare yourself. You wanted to look extra special just for him.

You went out to buy a new dress and even some new makeup. You didn’t want it to seem like you were trying too hard though, so you planned on keeping it casual.

Then, the morning that you and Taehyung were going to meet came.

You woke up early, got ready, and ventured out to the park that was all so familiar to you. There was something ominous about the world that morning, though. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it. The moon was concealed underneath the clouds that covered the entire sky. The street lights slowly started to dim as the gray sky brightened from the rising sun. All thoughts ceased, however, once you approached the bench and noticed Taehyung’s broad figure that sat upon it.

You straightened your back and breathed out, ready to admit your feelings to him.

He looked very nervous, staring at his phone as if he was waiting for a text or a call. He didn’t even notice you approaching the bench. When you called his name, he looked up, startled.

“It’s been a while, oppa,” you said and sat down next to him.

“Yeah, it has,” he said shortly before turning away to look at his phone.

“How have things been?”

“Good.”

He was definitely nervous. And you were nervous too. Your heart was pounding, unsure of how to continue the conversation. You wanted to tell him your feelings, but what if he didn’t feel the same way? What if he loved someone else?

“This guy you like…” he started, and you looked at him startled, heart thundering a million beats per second, “How have things been with him lately?”

“Ah, pretty good,” you said flustered, “H-he hasn’t talked to me in a while, but we recently connected again.”

“And do you still have feelings for him?”

You immediately nodded and he stared at you, an inscrutable expression on his face.

“I’m still in love with him,” you confessed. You wanted to stop there, but once you got it out, you just couldn’t find yourself to stop. “I’ve always been in love with him since we met. He-he didn’t used to be confident before, but I wanted to keep supporting him because I knew how talented he was. He treats me kindly and pays attention to everything I say. And when we talk, I want to keep talking, and I want to keep listening to him. He’s everything to me. Actually, oppa, this person is…”

You hesitated. Your heart was pounding rapidly and you felt yourself getting sweatier. You were so, so nervous. You clenched your hands together. You had to tell him you loved him. You promised to yourself that you would let him know.

You took a deep sigh, making up your mind and said, “The person I love is-”

“It’s okay, you don’t need to tell me,” he said right as you were about to say it. He gave you a gentle smile, “I can tell he’s a great guy, judging by the way you talk about him. You should tell him all of that, not me.”

“Oppa-”

“I feel the same way about Kim Mi Sun,” he admitted, interrupting you again.

It was then that your heart dropped.

Kim Mi Sun? The lead singer of that new kpop girl group that had just debuted? That same Kim Mi Sun?

You didn’t reply. You didn’t know how to reply. It felt as if everything had just came crashing down.

“I know a lot of people will be against our relationship,” he commented, “but I just know that she’s the one for me. She’s my first love.”

“You…” You struggled to get the words out, not sure of what you could possibly say. Your heart had torn into a million pieces at then, and you wondered if this was some sort of sick joke.

You were about to cry and run off, but then, his eyes made you stop.

Yes, it were his beautiful eyes that made you stop from doing so. The way his eyes glistened, piercing right through you, desperately waiting for your response.

It was then that you realized that you had to put your feelings aside and to support him. You could cry about it later because if you told him about your feelings now, it would just ruin things. He was counting on you to be there for him; you promised him that.

“You two… would look really good together,” you forced out and faked a smile, blinking back tears.

He let a sigh of relief and his tensed shoulders slumped. “Thank god you like her. If you like her, then I’m sure the rest of the fans will too.”

There he went again, grouping you with the rest of the fans. That was all he saw you as. There was nothing more to it.

You gulped down that feeling and leaned over to pretend you were interested, even though you felt like breaking down. “Tell me more about her. How did you two meet?”

He smiled, a smile that you had seen once, which was while he was talking about the girl he loved the other night. Mi Sun.

He told you about how he met her a few years ago after BTS debuted. She was struggling being a trainee, and he gave her a lot of advice on how to make it as an idol. Even though she had the chance to get to know any of the members, she stayed close to him only. He felt like it was a dream to have such a beautiful girl as one of his best friends. She was talented, funny, and had similar interests as him. They continued talking for the next few years and met up in secret. He was really in love with her.

You wondered why you hadn’t heard about her at all. But you realized that right after BTS debuted, you had lost contact with him for a while because he was really busy. He must have used most of his time off to be with her

“She reminds me of the pale blue sky that appears just right before the sun rises,” he stared off into the distance, “and the bright moon, too. She lights up all these feelings inside of me.”

You remained silent. The cloudy sky brightened slowly, but everything still looked gray. There were no birds chirping. There was not a single sound besides the drops of rain that fell down one by one.

Or maybe those were just your tears.

He didn’t notice. He just looked up and said, “Oh I didn’t know it was going to rain.”

“When are you going to tell her your feelings?” You asked quietly, ignoring what he just said.

He turned to you, eyes widening once he saw the tears pouring down your cheeks.

“Y/n?” He called your name in concern, “Why are you crying?

You wiped your tears away, sniffling before you gave him your biggest, fakest smile, “Make sure you tell her today, okay?”

“Okay,” he said, “but what’s wrong? Did something happen?”

You shook your head. You weren’t going to tell him your feelings. Not when he was so in love with her. He’d just feel guilty if you said you had been in love with him since the beginning.

“I wish you luck, Taehyung-oppa,” you said and got up. “You should get going now before the rain gets heavier.”

“Wait-” he called out but it was too late because you had started running.

You ran and ran until you were panting. You stopped at some random corner of the park and then looked back. He was nowhere in sight. You then crouched down, trying to catch your breath before you let out a loud sob. The rain was pouring at this time, ruining your makeup and wetting your new dress. But you paid no attention to the inconvenience, only one thought racing through your mind.

It wasn’t you. It wasn’t you.

It was never you who he loved.

Bully

requested by: @pansexualvirgo

request- “ Can you please make a Reggie imagine where like he bullies you because hes like in love with you or some sappy shit like that please”

warnings/ -bullying, angst?

A/N- let me know if you guys like it and if you do don’t be afraid to send some requests. I hope you enjoy and sorry if it sucks😂

         It was just another day. Another day where you have to get up and face the problems of the world.

    You groaned into your pillow,” Ugh… I hate Mondays”

And just so happened that your mom came bursting through the door, “ Y/N! hurry and get up and get dressed, I don’t want you being late to school…” she said while opening the blinds to your room. “….And just to let you know your father and I will be gone for a week or two for work. You think you can manage?”

“Yes” I responded back. And your mom left the room. You got up got dressed and went to school. Once you were there you were trying really hard to hide from one person. Reggie Mantle.

You don’t understand what happened between you two.You guys were best friends through out most of your childhood.And in middle school you discovered that you were hopelessly in love with your best friend or should I say ex-best friend.

You don’t know what happened the Summer before high school. Reggie just completely cut you off of his life. But what you didn’t know was that Reggie was completely, and utterly in love with you, he was scared of how much he loves you and didn’t know how to cope with it. So he did what he did, he pushed you away.

You were just walking to your class when you got pushed into the the lockers and your books fell to the floor.

“watch it, nerd!” An all too familiar voice said. Reggie.

“ What the fuck is your problem Reggie!” Archie yelled as he pushed Reggie.

Originally posted by riverdale-slut

   You see Archie and I became close friends throughout high school. He tells me his problems and vise versa.  Archie was there for me and i was there for him. So of course Archie would be protective of me and come to my aid cause I would to the same n a heartbeat.

Originally posted by talkinboutmyimagination

“ So what, you’re protecting your little girlfriend now!” Reggie replied back, shoving Archie back. In a blink of an eye everything went down. Punches and grunts being heard. The principle came in and separated the two and sent them to the office.

                       *Time skip to later that night at your house*

 Made sure that Archie was okay after what happened and told me that everything was fine but deep down inside i knew nothing wasn’t. I had started felling guilty into bringing Archie into this and then my thoughts went to the one place I really didn’t want it to go. Reggie Mantle. All the good memories that we had were just that. Memories. I felt a drop of water on my hand. Great I was crying.

The only noise coming from house was your sobs.

Originally posted by pennytlr


 The only thing that went through Reggie’s head was the look on your face every time he terrorized you at school. And the only thing he felt was guilt. When he walked up to the steps to your house the only thing he can hear was your sobs. He questioned himself , “why did i push her away? Why couldn’t I just tell her I love her? Why, Why, Why was he so dumb and didn’t realized after all the stuff they went through all the signs were there. She loved him back.

 After five minutes, standing there at her door, he finally had the guts to knock on her door .

 You heard the door knock “ Who would be here at this time?” You tried to compose yourself to at least make it look like you weren’t just crying but failed miserably. You got up and opened the door only to find the person you least expected……..

           Reggie


A Raven Among Crows: Part 1

Originally posted by rhaegarlyanna

You’re a woman disguised as a man at The Wall, but no one knows.


Part two 

(Y/M/N)= Your Male Name

(Y/A)= Your Age or whatever age you want it to be


“Open the gates!” a man yells.

You looked up at The Wall, stretches beyond the eye can see. You are wearing trousers, boots and a long shirt, you manage to bandage your breasts so it looks like you are flat chested, your hair is in a bun with a few strains peaking out, along with your baby hairs blowing in the wind from the cold icy air. 

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Thomas - Punishment

Fandom: The Maze Runner

Word Count: 1750

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, Spanking, Sir kink, uh

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A/N: I totally didn’t listen to the whole High School Musical 2 soundtrack while making this.

GUYS I ONLY HAVE 1 MORE KINK REQUEST LEFT. GO GIMME SOME.

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(Overused gif but still one of the best)

Originally posted by dylanobriengirl


I followed the beetle blade quickly, the mechanical bug never leaving my sight. I raced forward, dodging trees and branches frantically before I was out in the open, running wildly. My breathing sped up considerably.

I ran for what seemed like hours, only focused on the stupid bug in front of me. Then, it disappeared into the stone wall. I let out a groan of annoyance and hit the wall softly. I then began to turn back only to see, to my horror, that I was in the middle of the maze with no idea on how to get out.

I spun around frantically but all the walls looked exactly the same, and I found myself wanting to cry. I spun one last time before deciding on a spot and running. I ran for what seemed like hours without any luck. I ran, and ran, and fell, and then ran again. My face was red and hair disheveled when I finally fell to the ground. It was an endless experience and it was obvious that I was getting nowhere.

So, I sat for a few minutes until I hear footsteps running at a steady pace. I perked up and looked around. “Hello,” I questioned loudly. The footsteps faultered before stopping and a voice responded quickly.

“y/n?”

“Yes! Yes! Can you help me, please,” I yelled, running to the wall where the voice came from.

“Give me a moment,” he responded before running to where I was. When he got to where I was, his brown eyes scanning for me, he sighed in happiness and ran up. “What are you doing here?”

“To be completely honest, Charlie, I’m just an idiot.”

Charlie rolled his eyes before muttering “slinthead” and looking at his watch. He made a face at it before he looked at me. “We need to hurry back. There’s only thirty minutes until the walls close.”

I nodded to him and we began running again through the maze with no exit. We ran and made it there with only a few seconds to spare. The doors shut right as we made it through. I fell almost immediately to the soft ground, groaning at the comfort it brought. I never wanted to go in those stupid maze again.

My enjoyment, however, was quickly ruined as Newt walked up to me, muttering under his breath. “Where the shuck were you? We were all bloody worried sick. Nobody could find you!”

I groaned in response and stood up, trying to keep steady from the aching in my muscles. “Honestly, I’m sorry. I was an idiot and ran out into the maze on accident and then got lost. Charlie was the one who found me. I think he went to the map room.”

Newt groaned and ran a hand through his hair. “What were you thinking? You could’ve gotten seriously hurt.”

“Well, I didn’t,” I muttered under my breath, feeling like a kid getting scolded by their parent. Newt just rolled his eyes again and muttered something about needing to go talk to Alby about my punishment since I broke a rule.

I watched him leave before walking towards the homestead where I slept only to get pulled into a hug. “Where the hell were you? You had me worried sick!” Thomas’ voice filled my ears making me look up to see him looking at me worried.

I mumbled out an excuse and buried my head in his chest, enjoying the comfort. He rubbed small circles in the small of my back, breathing in deeply.

We enjoyed each other for a second before he began pulling me with him to the kitchen to get me food, claiming that I must have been hungry and he didn’t want me getting sick. I shook my head but followed him anyway, watching him grab a bowl of soup and a slice of bread from Frypan, pulling me along. He dragged me to a table where he sat down and pulled me down too, sliding the food in front of me.

I stared at it for a few seconds then began eating quickly. Not having eaten since breakfast and being stuck in the maze had me famished beyond belief. I scarfed it down quickly and turned to see Thomas staring at me. I blushed beet red and smiled sheepishly. “Sorry. That was probably gross to look at.”

Thomas just smiled and shook his head. “No, just admiring your beauty.” Thomas reached out to place his hand on my thigh. “But I was thinking, and I think you need to be punished, babygirl, for having me all worried like that.” He scooted closed, his nose skimming my neck making me shudder in pleasure. “But, you’ll have to wait til later. Looks like Newt and Alby need you.”

I looked over to see the two striding over, Alby mad and Newt worried. I stood up quickly and watched them come over. “So, shank, seems like ya got yourself in some trouble. We’re hosting the meeting for your punishment in five minutes. Come on,” Alby stated, crossing his arms, looking anything but happy.

I nodded and followed them to the large building where the keepers sat waiting. They sat me down in the middle of the room and began the meeting. Almost immediately, everyone began yelling, only a few actually out of hate, everyone else was positive.

“Slim it,” Alby yelled. “We’ll go down the room and state what you think should happen.”

“It was a mistake and nobody got hurt. I don’t think anything should happen, really.”

“If she gets away with it others will think they can too! Then what happens? She probably got it from Thomas! That kid has brought nothing but trouble!”

“I’m with Winston, I don’t think anything major should happen. Maybe a day in the slammer.”

And it continued like that around the room, most people on my side. “Okay,” Alby stated, looking at Newt with a nod, “She’ll be in the slammer all day tomorrow from wakeup to lights-out.”

Everyone seemed to nod in agreement except those who wanted a worse punishment. I nodded also and stood up, walking out. It was already night time, so I headed for the homestead where I had a room.

I walked in and up the stairs to my room only to be pulled into a room, Thomas’ room to be exact. I let out a gasp as I was pushed to a wall, facing the wood, Thomas pressed against my back, his lips near my ear.

“Babygirl, I’ve decided your punishment,” he whispered in my ear. I whimpered softly and nodded. “I’m thinking,” he began, placing his hand on my ass, “I’m going to spank you ten times. Seem like a good punishment to you?”

I whimpered again and nodded, mumbling out a “yes.”

Thomas’ hand came down on my ass softly. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir,” I moaned, my back arching.

Thomas’ lips ghosted over my neck before he pulled away swiftly, stepping back a few seconds. I turned around to see him sit on his bed. “Strip down to your underwear and lay across my lap, babygirl.”

I followed his instructions quickly, pulling my shirt over my head before pushing my shorts down my legs. Clad in only a white bra and underwear, I stepped over to him and laid on his back, my face on the covers.

“Now, baby, you have to stay quiet so the others don’t hear us,” he stated, licking his lips. “Ten, and I want you to count each one.”

“Yes, sir,” I stated, trying to relax. His hand ran over my ass slowly, rubbing it, before he landed a swift smack. “One, sir.” And it began, his hits becoming harder and harder with each one. I kept my cries and tears at bay as he continued. By the time he was done, I could feel that my ass was bright red. Thomas’ hand hovered over it slowly before I felt him bend down and kiss it softly. I gasped and my eyes widened. He pulled away and pulled me up so I was straddling him.

“You did amazing, baby. Do you want your reward for doing so well,” he questioned, a smirk on his face.

I nodded slowly and he smiled before he picked me up slowly, laying me on the bed. He ran his hand down my sides and bent down to kiss me softly, as if savoring the moment. He slowly pulled down my panties and pulled away from me. I watched him intently.

Then, I felt his hand cup my heat, cold fingers running over my slit. I gasped in surprise and looked at him only to see him watching me, my face twisting in pleasure as he pushed a finger in slowly. He pumped it in and out at a teasing tempo. My hips bucked into him which he responded by slapping my hip. “Be patient,” he stated, moving to where his face was by my pussy.

I let out a sharp cry of pleasure as his tongue ran across my clit and he inserted another finger, quickening his pace. He sent another hit to my hip with his free hand, moving to bite my thigh softly as if to warn me. I coveted my mouth with my hand and used the other to pull at his hair. My moans were muffled by my hand, but I could still feel myself building quickly, ready to release.

I squirmed relentlessly against him as I tried to get some more friction. It was when Thomas inserted a third finger that I came, screaming into my hand in ecstasy. My hand gripped his hair tightly as his tongue licked me up and down, getting every drop.

I slumped against the bed tiredly and tried to catch my breath. Thomas crawled up to me, kissing me softly again, slipping his tongue in my mouth so I could taste myself. I moaned against his lips and smiled, pulling away.

“Go to bed,” he whispered, running a hand through my hair as he laid beside me.

“I need to repay you though,” I groaned, looking at the bulge restrained by his pants.

Thomas shook his head and pulled me into him, chest against chest. “You don’t need to do anything except sleep. Even though you’ll have plenty of time tomorrow,” he joked, kissing the top of my head. “Sweet dreams, beautiful,” he whispered as I fell asleep, darkness taking over my vision.


Should I try and do a tag list again?


To whoever reads this. Go request stuff or just put something in my inbox. I’m so lonely D:

- promise -

Originally posted by yoonmin

anonymous requested: Hi! If you’re not too busy with requests or anything could you do a scenario with YoongixReader with number 4 5 and 35? Could you make it a little bit of angst and end with fluff? Thank you and I hope you’re having a great day 😊

prompts: “You forgot me” | “Don’t say a word” | “It’s like all I can ever do is make you unhappy.” 

a/n: hope you’re having a great day too nonnie! and sorry for taking so long on posting requests :’)

wordCount: 2k
genre: angst | fluff
pairing:  yoongixreader
triggers:  car crash | hospital room | fight |

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“You’re okay…” the words reached you and echo, like they came from afar “Breathe. Just Breathe…” they continued.

Your ears throbbed, there was a constant and annoying chime muffling all another sound alien to that voice. Around you, only darkness was perceived; no sensations, no pain, nothing except for that far voice. It felt as if you were levitating amidst nothingness.

“Open your eyes,” It pleaded sweetly, somewhere beyond the shadows enveloping your body. “Come back.” It demanded “It’s okay. It’s over now. You’re Okay. Please, wake up.” Slowly regaining consciousness little by little you feel your limbs. “Don’t do this to me. I love you so much. Please, come back.” You could feel partial pain all over; arms, legs, and a distinctive pain on the side of your head. The dark veil behind you lids rises and lets small beams of light through, the sight is blurry but you can distinguish shapes hovering above- one of them catching your attention. “Don’t do this to me. Don’t do this to me. I love you. Please, come back.”

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izunauchihapower  asked:

I would like to know how Sasuke would react if after Itachi death he know that he has a niece and the girl is left in some village all by herself. What relations , thet would have. Please make a Scenario :) Thank you really much :*

I saw this ask being passed around a lot so I hope this scenario doesn't sound similar to others. I tried to make it different, but idk. Thank you for the request!

Sasuke meeting Itachi’s family

Sasuke didn’t want to believe it when the man claimed to be “Madara” told him of a secret life his brother had. His brother that took everything from him. His brother that scarred him as a child so that the village could live in peace. That same brother that corrupted every fond memory Sasuke had of him had the gull to create a new family. A family to love him despite the wreckage he had caused.

Sasuke was spiteful towards Itachi even after his death and the knowledge that he slaughtered their clan for the sake of the village. Killing everyone they knew in order to keep a hoard of others from dying. Sasuke didn’t know how to handle it and he scorned that very village his brother gave up his life to protect. Itachi sacrificed his family, his livelihood, his safety, his reputation, his soul to protect Konoha, to protect his little brother.

Sasuke despised Konoha and the orders they gave to Itachi to carry out. It was all too much to think about, to feel. So, when “Madara” had informed Sasuke the last sliver of news that Itachi did not want to be passed down after his death, Sasuke did not care for it. He wanted nothing to do with Itachi’s legacy he left behind.

He was far too furious at Konoha and devising a plan of revenge to get back at them that he didn’t even investigate the matter. It was only after Sasuke had met the reanimated Itachi in the war and realized the love Itachi had for him, did he recall to question Itachi about it.

Itachi looked saddened and disappointed to know that the information was revealed to Sasuke. Sasuke knew in that moment from the look of regret on Itachi’s face that the information that “Madara” spewed to him was true. Sasuke requested a name. Itachi gave him one.

Itachi was straight-faced and gave him one name of a girl. A girl that had held the rest of the broken pieces of his heart before he perished. It was enough information for Sasuke to go off of after the war.

The nations were at peace and while he was out making up for his sins he had committed, he was in search of this one girl. It took Sasuke months, but he was patient as he gathered information wherever he visited.

Finally, he came to a small town that directed him to a far off cottage where a young woman lived that went by the name Itachi had given him.

Sasuke didn’t know what to expect and knew his presences might not bring a warm welcome. He stepped into the yard of the young maiden’s cottage that those in the town called a widow. The cottage was small and dainty. It was surrounded by foliage and had a well of water beside it. The wood was a few years old and had a tiny porch where one lone chair sat and one table.

Sasuke was slow to venture into the yard as his eyes observed the house. He wondered if this was where Itachi came to visit or if they moved here after Itachi’s death. He couldn’t see his brother coming home to play house with a village girl here. It seemed wrong and brought a sense of anguish to Sasuke’s chest.

Suddenly the front door snapped open, alerting Sasuke.

“Are you gonna stand there all day?”

Sasuke’s eyes fell on the young woman that the village spoke up. Her eyebrows were creased and her features firm. She held no weapon in her hand, but marched confidently into her yard. She eyed him, recognition dawning on her face.

Her features softened into that of resign. A feeling of sorrow washing over her as she looked at her lover’s killer.

“You’re Sasuke, are you not?” The lady questioned, her tone mellow.

Sasuke was inwardly astounded she knew who he was as he curtly nodded. He wondered how much Itachi told her of his past and of him.

“You are Y/N,” Sasuke stated factually, but he wanted confirmation as his eyes hardened.

“Yes.”

Silence passed between the two as they stared each other down. The young lady’s features were guarded, taking in the features of the young man before her. She had heard a lot of stories about the man named Sasuke Uchiha, especially ever since the war. The little boy Itachi use to briefly mention and express affection for did not seem like the same boy that grew up to take part in the war. She knew it had to do with Itachi’s betrayal against his little brother and she knew the legacy Itachi wanted to leave.

Itachi was prepared to die a villain. He tried to snuff out every bit of the truth of himself from all others except for her. She never once thought she would meet his little brother and if she did… She knew it would only be by a mistake.

If anyone came for her after Itachi’s death, it would have been Sasuke.  She figured if he came for her one day it would be to execute her out of hate and vengeance. She had accepted that it was a possibility when she became intimate with Itachi. She knew the dangers and she gladly accepted them to be with Itachi for however little he was hers for.

“Were you Itachi’s wife?” Sasuke questioned strictly.

“We weren’t officially wed, but yes you can say so,” the woman responded, somewhat uneasy.

The weight of the news stabbed at Sasuke’s heart. Itachi had a loved one to come home to, while he had none. Swallowing down the pit of emotion in his throat, Sasuke was about to ask another question when he was cut off.

“How do you know of me?” The woman questioned, heatedly.

“A man in an orange mask that went by Tobi and Madara,” Sasuke responded evenly.

The young woman cursed, peering down at the ground. “Tobi that scoundrel. He never was what he appeared to be,” the woman remarked, offhandedly mostly to herself.

Her piercing stare then snapped back to Sasuke.

“Are you here to kill me?” the woman questioned with restraint, her fist curling ever so slightly into a ball at her side.

Sasuke stared down the woman, preparing his answer for moment. “That’s not why I came.”

The woman wasn’t sure how to proceed. Rumors had said the last of the Uchiha was no longer a traitor and instead was walking an atonement to all his sins. She didn’t know whether to believe it or not. Itachi had faith that his little brother could have changed the fate of the Uchiha clan but there was no evidence to trust in Itachi’s theory.

Suddenly, two stammering feet came trotting outside the front door, distracting the two. Sasuke’s eyes widened as a small child, a little girl, came calling out for their mother, but she stopped suddenly at seeing Sasuke’s dark form in the yard.

The child hid behind the woman who was her mother, peering across the way to look at Sasuke. Sasuke could not deny how the girl’s chakra was eerily similar to his brother’s but not only was her chakra similar, she resembled Itachi. Sasuke loss all train of thought as his gaze fell heavily on the child.

“Momma, who’s that?” the soft voice of the girl called out, tugging on the young woman’s clothes.

The woman’s gaze never wavered from Sasuke, watching his reaction as she answered her child.

“This is your uncle. Sasuke Uchiha.”

Sasuke’s eyes shot up to hers instantly, realizing she was offering a way in for Sasuke to be a part of the family Itachi had created. She was extending a hand of trust and putting her faith in Itachi’s theory.

Itachi’s daughter stepped out from her mother’s shadow and waved shyly at Sasuke.

“Hello, Uncle Sasuke.”

Sasuke suddenly felt very warm in his chest as Itachi’s child spoke to him. It was not a feeling Sasuke was expecting and it was not an emotion Sasuke was use to feeling. The feeling was a deep need to protect and was a feeling of affection for the small piece of legacy Itachi left behind that wasn’t tainted. All that Sasuke wanted to do now was understand the family Itachi had chosen to love.

Love Yourself // Tom Holland (Part 4)

Pairings: Tom Holland + Reader (Y/N)

Description: Reader is fed up with Tom not expressing any feelings toward her, so she makes a move (with Ivy’s persistence).

Warnings: THIS IS THE LAST PART! Send me requests for something else! Hope you liked this mini series. :)


“It’s been three months, Ivy! Tom and I have been ‘hanging out’ for three freaking months!” She sighed heavily before shrugging her shoulders. I puffed my cheeks up for four seconds before letting all the air out. Tom and I have been together any time we can fit for the past three months. We would spend his breaks together at the coffee shop, he would come and “shop” at the grocery store I worked at. He would drag me to his favorite bookstores and recommend me his absolute favorites and I would drag him into my favorite antique shops and we’d walk out with a matching set of anything.

“Why don’t you just ask him out?”

“Because he obviously doesn’t want to go out with me. He wants to be friends. I’m such an idiot. I let myself like someone enough to hurt me knowing they don’t feel the same way.”

“But you don’t know that! You’re psyching yourself out.” Before I could say anything back, Ivy’s phone went off. We both sighed as she answered it. The conversation was short but I hadn’t listened to any of it. Instead I let my mind wander to three days ago when Tom took me up to the observatory. He said it gave him peace of mind knowing there was a place to go just to look at the stars. He said it was his sanctuary and he never felt comfortable bringing people who he knew wouldn’t appreciate it.

“I knew you’d appreciate it, though. Someone who resembles a form of art so expertly must love art itself, right?”

I smiled then and I’m smiling now just thinking about him thinking I’m as beautiful as art. How funny, isn’t it? Something that seemed so repetitive to you can now sound like a beautiful sonnet.

“That was Claire. She needs me to pick up someone’s shift at the store.” I sighed before letting my head hang. “Go talk to Tom, I know it’s almost his break. You usually leave around this time, anyway. You need to clear this up, if not for him then for yourself. I’ll see you in a couple of hours.” She side hugged me and then grabbed her person on her way to the door. She reached for the doorknob but then turned to face me again, “If it’s any consolation, I love you. Good luck!” I smiled at her as she left with a small wave.

It was now or never.


“Hey, (Y/N),” Tom smiled at me from behind the counter. I smiled and gave him a small wave. “I’ll be at our table in about two minutes, okay? Want something?” I shook my head and walked toward the table, ignoring his concern look toward my lack of words.

I looked out the window. The whole drive over here I rehearsed what I was going to say. I completely blanked out when I saw him smile at me. He was so innocent, so pure. I wanted to just consume him with every emotion I felt and hope he’d want to leave himself open to me. The past three months have been everything that I never had with Jeff in six years. He supported me when I needed him to get over Jeff, he encouraged me to get back into writing and he had just always been available to me whenever I needed to talk to someone at four in the morning. He had just been so easy to love.

“Alright, what’s up with you?” I was snapped back into reality as he sat down. “Why are you so quiet?”

“I – No, I’m just – God, Tom.” I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I needed to tell him, but every fear I had of being rejected came flooding in. I couldn’t go through this again, I couldn’t fathom the fact that I wasn’t good enough for Tom, too.

“(Y/N),” he took my hand from across the table, “you can tell me anything, love.”

“Tom, I just… I’m afraid.”

He looked taken aback by this. His eyebrows pulled in together as his grip on my hands tightened. “Afraid of what?”

“Afraid of how you’ll react. Afraid you may not want to talk to me,” my voice grew lower as reality started to be clearer, “afraid I won’t be enough for you.” My voice had lulled to a dull whisper now.

“Afraid you’ll – what?” I looked up to see the shock written in his face. His hands released mine and it took every fiber in me not to reach out to grasp them again and beg him not to let them go. “Are you really that oblivious?” It was my turn to wear his confused expression. “We never agree on anything do we?” I shrugged.

“What are you talking about?”

“For god sakes,” he rubbed his eyes toughly before continuing. “We can never agree on a movie, a TV show, we can never agree on where to eat lunch. You hate the color blue and I hate the way vanilla smells. You don’t like anything green in your food while I can’t stand eating only fruit at least once a day. We don’t have anything in common!”

My head hung at this. This was it. This was him ridiculing me for thinking we could ever be anything other than friends. I love everything he despises and vice-versa. God, I wish I could just –

“But, God, please,” he continued, his hands returning to mine. “Love yourself so we have something in common.”

My head shot up to look at him, my eyes wide, “What?”

“I love you. I want you to love all of you the way that I do. I hate vanilla but I would bathe in it just to see you relax in its smell, I’d rid everything of blue and decorate my life in lilac just to see you happy in its presence.”

“Tom, I –,” I didn’t know what to say. So, I leaned over the table beckoning him with my finger to which he smiled lightly and leaned in as well. “Tom,” my voice was at a whisper.

“What is it?” His hand came up to caress my cheek, his face inching closer.

“I would wash away all my insecurities if it meant you were to love me a lifetime. God, I love you.”

“(Y/N)?”

“Yes?”

“Can I get that kiss now?”

I responded by finally pressing my lips against his. His top lip tapped between both of mine as his hand still held my cheek.

This is what it means to love yourself: providing yourself with the love you know you deserve.


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