you knew this would come one day

First Love || Yoongi

Pairing - Min Yoongi x Reader (ft. Bangtan Boys)

Genre - Angst

Summary - You did everything for his happiness and he was deserving of much more.

You remembered how he would always flash you a gummy smile, showing off the crinkles that formed at the tips of his eyes as they turned into twinkling crescents, at your arrival.

You always knew what he would want for that day, and you would bring that to him. His trainee days were hard, for him, as he had to undergo vigorous training; for you, to watch him come home, exhausted and out of breath, ready to collapse.

But you knew it would pay off. And as much of a pessimist he was adamant to be, you would never stop countering his pessimistic self with your wise and motivating words.

‘You know much better than this, my love. One more month and you are going to get what you have dreamed of.’ You caressed his cheek as he lay on your lap, with half lidded eyes. A groan was all he responded with before sleeping.

That one month flew by, and it was the day for their debut stage. He was amazing on that platform, as you admired him, from head to toe, as a part of the audience in the venue. You knew you wouldn’t miss out on such an important day, and watch the love of your life perform live for the first time on T.V - no, he deserved more attention than that from you.

You met the other boys, and they were just as lovely. The staff and them were the only people who knew of you and Yoongi, and you understood. It wouldn’t be right to expose one of the member of a rookie group as someone in a relationship.

Then passed six months, a year, and it was another whole year of success, as they held a tour around the country. He would rarely call you, but he made sure you knew of what they were doing, whether it be via their account on Twitter, or through text.

You would watch his performances like a proud mother, happy for her son, as he achieved his dreams. And as his girlfriend, you knew he deserved a lot more happiness. There were days that you would actually forget the fact that you were dating an idol, because it didn’t feel like it. Neither would he be there at home, and nor did anybody ask you about him or you both. Months would pass by before you would finally get to feel his arms around your waist or your lips on his. But you were still thankful, that he came home to you.

‘I missed you so much, Y/N.’ He trailed kisses down your neck and to your chest as his hands roamed your figure. Clothes would be ripped, you would be nothing less than fucked and exhausted by the time it was morning. He turned to you with a small smile on his adorable face as he wished a good morning and sealed it with a heart fluttering kiss.

Another year went by; schedules got tougher and more hectic, and seeing him every three months decreased to seeing him every six months or so. Still, you kept your love for him alive in your mind and heart, as you would watch him interact blissfully with his loving fans and the members. He would smile at the camera during concerts and you would know right then, that those were meant for you. Your stomach would flip and your heart would soar, your cheeks tinting with a red hue.

After their performances he would subtly reach out to you through their Twitter as he would express his gratitude and love to all his fans around the world, especially from his hometown.

The day he came home to you was nothing less than exciting as he took you to your favorite beach, and having a candlelight dinner under the stars with the roaring waves of the ocean to calm you, as he would admire you for your patience and undying love for him.

'It’s really no big deal, Yoongi.’ You would blush as he would keep telling you about how much he owed you for the time you both lost to spend together.

'No, Y/N. You are mine and there’s yet nothing I have done to thank you enough for staying with me, throughout our hectic schedules and tougher times. You are one to keep, and I’ll never let go of you.’ He kissed your lips feverishly as he let you know of how much he really loved you.

The year went by, with you being able to meet Yoongi around three times in the whole year. The new year, was the year Big Hit had decided to let Yoongi come clean, of his relationship with you, and the members were endlessly supportive.

But if you had known how much of loss and havoc that one reveal would have cost you and Yoongi, you would have never agreed to it in the first place.

“Yoongi Oppa deserves much better.”

“They’ve been dating for the past five years and they tell us now? He’s not trustworthy.”

“I stop stanning them.”

And endless hate comments were what you would come across every single day, hour and minute of your life. Your entire existence now became just a joke, being flawed or laughed at by the rest of the fandom. Peace became non existent in your life as you had to now roam around the supermarket with a face mask on.

What had you ever done to them but take care of their favorite idol for them?

You did not deserve so much of hate; you knew that much. And Yoongi didn’t deserve that either. It was either this or that. Sensing your hesitance, Yoongi, who had come over after a tour that day, spoke up in what felt like for the first time in hours.

'I- I think we should..’ He began and your teary eyes looked up at him. He avoided your gaze and he didn’t have to look at you to know how torn apart you were. And instead of being there for you, like you were for him, he deemed himself as a coward and decided something that he knew he would regret about throughout his career and life.

’..break it off.’ Your eyes let go of the tears that struggled to stay in, your emotions pouring out completely.

'You know I don’t want this, Y/N.’ He cupped your cheeks as he knelt beside you on the floor you were sitting on, your eyes silently pleading for him to be lying. But he wasn’t, he wanted his dream to be more important than you.

You being you, stayed patient and understood. You wiped your eyes, your hands rubbing at them so harshly that Yoongi had to pry them away from your face.

'It’s okay.’ You chirped, and flashed a smile which would have seemed as happy and bright to anybody else looking at you - but Yoongi. He knew very, very well that you more than just broken inside, the tiny pieces breaking into much more tinier ones. Something which made it impossible to stick it back together.

'Don’t worry about me, Yoongi.’ You didn’t mean to say it in a way that would sound as an overly dramatic and emotionally betrayed person would. And he understood. He knew you really wanted the best for him.

'I’ve always been with you to help you make your dream come true. And even now, as we both will go our separate ways-’ You stopped to let a sob out before continuing like you just had a slip of tongue and it was no big deal, ’- I will still continue to be your number one fan and support you until the end of your career.’ You smiled gracefully, your eyes devoid of tears as your system felt dried and worked up.

Yoongi could hear the breaking of your heart from where he was standing, as he silently wished for being able to make everything okay again. He hugged you one last time, knowing that was the best he could ever gift you with, before walking out the door, never to see you again.

And you watched him leave, his raven black hair flying in the wind as he got into the black van that would take him back to his dorm, where he would be staying and not returning from.

That memory stayed implanted in your head as you watched him receive the award with the rest of the group; an award which he and Namjoon had been dreaming of since their trainee days and you recollected the days when he would speak of them to you saying 'I can’t wait to get that award one day.’

You clapped along with the others, as Namjoon spoke on behalf of the members, when you noticed Yoongi ready to break down. And when he did, your cried along with the rest, as you silently spoke to him, asking him to stay strong.

You watched him from the audience as he performed in one of the biggest arenas, performing his solo track from their best selling album, pride written all over your face, as he rapped beautifully alongside the melody. His eyes scanned the crowd, and for a brief moment, they met yours, a small smile made to his face and you noticed tears in his eyes before he blinked them away and walked around the stage, with a more powerful kick in his voice.

As you left, now only to see them after their tour, which would be seven months later, you noticed people whispering and pointing at you - 'Isn’t she Yoongi’s ex?’

Maybe now you weren’t hated on, maybe now the fandom was much more happy with the boys, and maybe now you were known as his ex girlfriend and not as somebody who took care of him. But in your heart you knew, and so did Yoongi, that you would do anything for his happiness, as he deserved much more than what he got. And he would always love you.

Originally posted by shittyoongi

you chewed those candies i had to spit out because they had too much cinnamon even though i drank waterglasses full of fireball and you’d let me. and you would walk barefoot on piers while i worried about splinters. you knew how to swim, was all, and i couldn’t stop talking about how unfair it is we keep killing the sharks. i don’t know how to explain it, only that i woke up one morning and saw the day where you would leave me suddenly blip into existence on the horizon. i spent the rest of my time running in the opposite direction; thinking - i could stall it, i could make it go away if i just - but i’d wake up and it would be closer. i don’t know. i put worms back into the soil after a rainstorm and you asked me why i bothered when there’s thousands of worms and i could only save a few of them. and i knew in that moment our time had come.

"I'll catch you, I promise"

Not a request, just one I’ve been working on throughout the day. First of the requests coming tonight, so keep your eyes peeled.
Hogwarts AU
You weaved in and out of the trees of the forbidden forest, tirelessly trying to keep up with Newt’s pace. Who knew Hufflepuffs were so quick?!

You had, for some reason, agreed to helping Newt, your best friend of 2 years, find this creature. A moke? You couldn’t remember, it was all rapid fire explanation before you willingly accepted. It’s so dull in those common rooms, you would so much rather be doing anything but sitting by the fire with schoolwork. Well, that actually doesn’t seem to bad at the moment.
You began to panic as you watched Newt’s image start to disappear in the distance of the forest.

“Newt!” You yell in a hushed whisper, but it was no use. If you were louder, you’d draw attention to yourself. Newt was on a mission, and Newt was going to follow through with that mission by any means necessary.

You were dodging every vine and strange creature that happened to stumble your way, basically ignoring everything worth stopping and studying just to keep up with your friend. Your stupid…stupid…very cute friend.

You were jumping over this small creek when you felt a searing pain in your calf, followed by something ominously warm trickling down to your foot. You let out a cry and clutched your leg.

“Damnit” you sighed under your breath, stopping to take a look at the damage.
It wasn’t too serious, not enough to need stitches, but if it wasn’t disinfected soon, you would get very sick.

“Dammit Newt, come back!” You stomped your foot on the uneven ground, immediately regretting it as your leg gave out, and you tumbled onto the forest floor.

You repositioned your leg to look at it once more, and you audibly gasped. Needless to say, it wasn’t a pretty sight. Some dirt had found its way into the gash and was burning like crazy. You felt a wave of nausea as you tried to stand up again.

You took a step. It was painful, yet tolerable.
Now wasn’t about the Moke, it was just finding Newt and going home so you could chew him out about leaving you stranded in the forest.

You strolled through at an infuriatingly slow pace, cursing the fact that before you even get back the the common room, you’ll probably be busted and expelled. What a delight to think about.

An hour or so seemed to have passed, because you started to feel a little light headed from the exhaustion. Maybe you could live here from now on, it didn’t seem like that bad of a place to stay?

As you were just about to consider putting a down payment on that hole in the tree, you heard something ominously close with large, slow footprints.

Great, you think. Just great. You didn’t have time to deal with another centaur yelling at you for trespassing.

But just as you looked up, you locked eyes with a 12 foot troll, looking confused, and dangerously curious. He carried a stick the size of your entire body, which could probably also crush your entire body if he tried.

“(Y/N)…don’t move” you heard that all too familiar voice.
“Newt? Newt I’m going to kill you” you resisted the urge to look around for him.

“Understandable. But first, we’re going to focus on you not getting killed. Don’t look now but I’m at the bottom of this small crevice right behind Tully”

“You gave him a name?”
“I give them all names, (Y/N), don’t be ridiculous. The point is, you need to slide between his legs, and jump down into the crevice. I’ll catch you. Can you do that for me?” Your eyes widen at his ridiculous

“No, absolutely not, there has to be another way”

“(Y/N) please…please he won’t stay well behaved forever. Either you do as I say, or…” he trailed off, not letting himself think like that.
“You said you’d catch me, right? You won’t let me fall?”

“Oh course I’ll catch you, I promise”
You stay silent for a second, before the troll’s hand twitched, and it all became way to real.
You threw away your sound logic, and broke into a sprint straight for the troll’s legs. He wasn’t quite fast enough to detect what was happening, so you went right through his legs, making a run for the crevice. It was a lot steeper than you imagined. You squeezed your eyes shut, and leapt from the safety of the ground.
You were falling at an alarmingly quick pace, for a maybe a little too long.

But eventually you came to a stop, and you were safety in the arms of your friend.
He was smiling wildly at you, but as quick as his smile came, it left, and the footsteps of the troll were directly overhead.

He pulled you close into an embrace, as he pushed the two of you against the wall, trying not to make any noise. You felt a blush creep into your cheeks, but tried to dismiss any thoughts before they came.

It felt like hours before the footsteps faded, and you two were locked in silence.
You pulled away ever so slightly, trying to catch his eye.

“Wow that was…” you trailed off, adrenaline still pumping through your veins.

“Amazing? Electrifying?” He was absolutely full of excitement, and all your potential anger evaporated.

“Yes” you said, smiling wildly at him.
“Absolutely amazing”

“Then let’s run along before he comes back” he said, and began to wander down the path, holding you hand closely behind him.
Slowly but surely, the pain in your leg stared to resurface until you were pathetically limping behind Newt.

And then, the pain just became too much.
“Hey…uh, Newt. How about we take a rest for a bit ok?” You fumble, trying to smile through the burning sensation in your leg. His face twisted in confusion and concern, obviously seeing through your facade.

“Why? Is everything ok?”
You bite your lip, not wanting to worry him with your injury. It was minor anyway. You can get it looked at later.

“Yes, I’m just a little tired. Sorry” you avoided his eye contact, knowing he’d see through your lie. He still didn’t seem at all convinced, so he halted and held out his arm, stopping you from proceeding to walk.

“No no, something’s wrong, you’re not looking at me” You fidget awkwardly, trying to make yourself smaller under his gaze.
“My leg is just bothering me a little bit”
“Well, let me see…I may have something to help”

You reluctantly shifted, showing your horror movie of a leg to him.
His face immediately paled and he gasped.
“(Y/N)…you should have told me”

Your face flushed with embarrassment.
“I didn’t want to be a burden” he shook his head and looked up at you in disbelief, and the two of you just froze, lost in each other’s gaze.
“Your safety will never be a burden” he muttered, obviously lost at what to say next.

You looked away sharply, breaking the trance, and for a split second, he almost looked disappointed.

“Well we better get you to the nurse for your leg, or we have to cut it off” your eyes go wide, but he chuckled a little bit in response.

“I’m joking. Now, can you walk?”
“Of course I can…just a little inadequately. It’s getting dark, I’ll manage”
“No need, I’ll carry you” you let out a laugh you didn’t know you were holding in.
“What?” His face twisted with hurt from your sudden outburst.

“I’m sorry it’s just, you’re a wee little thing”
“I can be strong if I want to be.”
“What if we go splitsies, you’ll carry me half the way, and then I’ll carry you”

“Very funny” he smiled at you, but it eventually fell, leaving a serious tension in the air.
“Let me help you”
You glare at him playfully, then ruffle his hair, which you know he hates. He frantically tries to pat his wild curls back down.

“Fine, but just this once”
He beams at you, then jumps up and mimics some sort of wild animal doing a dance, as if excited to get some action.

You stand there, not knowing whether to laugh or be absolutely terrified.

“Hop on” he finally says, and you can’t help yourself from breaking into a mad grin.
“Wow Newt, you are one fantastic beast”
He looks back at you with some kind of expression you had never seen before. The look in his eyes was something of wonder and passion.

“And as are you.”

You keep leaving and i never closed my door,
you always chose the convineient time for you to pull me and to push me and never thought about how it would affect me..
There come that day when it seems like i am begging you to come closer and you reply with coldness,
And i think you never knew the reason behind those unexpected ‘i love you’ and ‘i miss you’ texts that i kept sending in the middle of the night,
you never knew that i sent them whenever i was feeling lonely and sad because i know then that you are the only one who can make me feel better and because i can’t call you in the middle of the night crying out of loneliness and feeling low i go with those texts that you ignore..
\you are cold as ice baby, but when you are nice baby, you are so amazing every way\
i crave the warmth of your voice and the tenderness of your words and i know that you are just trying to hide whatever you are feeling towards me but i don’t know till when i can act like it doesn’t affect neither that this is the reason behind my sadness..
that we can be a thing but the time ain’t right,
that we don’t consider each other ‘just a friend’ but we have to..
.A Million Lifetimes.

 In honour of Remus Appreciation Day I have written this little (long) Young!Remus imagine. 

A/N: If you don’t like rough, Remus smut then I suggest you leave silently and sit in a corner where you have reevaluate yourself. (I’m kidding, you do you.)

Word Count: 3,121.

((This gif inspired the whole thing))

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I just found your blog and saw you were doing requests. Can you do one where the reader has been on the island for a month and she has her period and Pan and the lost boys don’t know what to do when she gets moody and has her cramps ..

warnings: mild swearing
848 words

You always knew this day would come. It lay in the deep recesses of your mind, allowing you to live in ignorant bliss with a false sense of freedom until the day came again, and it seemed as if you had forgotten a day like this even existed in all the excitement surrounding your arrival in Neverland. And although time is frozen here on the island, the days - and months - still go on as usual, bring you ever-closer to…

Your period.

And it was total shit.

“Out of my way,” you sniped at one of the younger Lost Boys, who was rolling around in a fit of giggles in front of the weapons pile. “Fucking move,” you commanded again, quite irritated when he didn’t budge. The small boy scurried away as you selected your pick of daggers to train with that day, grumbling in pain all the while.

It hurt like hell, the cramps. All you wanted to do was lay in your cot and die, but alas, there was work to be done on the island, and you would not be thought helpless amongst the boys, whom you had gained respect from this past month.

It had been a couple of days since your menstrual cycle had begun, and the Lost Boys were quite taken aback by your foul mood. Sure, you were already sharp-tongued and authoritative, but you had never been so…bitchy. And scary. Good God, the boys had no idea what to do with you. Hell, you had nearly sliced off Felix’s ear after he asked you what was wrong. He barely had anytime to dodge the dagger you chucked at him, just missing his head by a hair.

You had had enough of dealing with your period in the uncomfortable conditions of your tent for two nights, so this evening, you planned to walk to the beach. Exercise had always alleviated the pain, so perhaps this would also help your mood.


This walk had helped with nothing, and you were lying in the sand, clutching at your abdomen, cursing and swearing as you rode out the waves of pain.

“Tut, tut. Such foul language, dearest,” drawled a voice from behind.

“Fuck off, Pan,” you seethed. You sat up, knowing full well that he probably would do anything but that. Peter Pan took a seat next to you, chuckling as he did so.

“Touchy, are we?”

You snarled at him.

“I’m afraid to ask, since you almost gave Felix another scar when he popped the question but, I’m intrigued. What is the matter, love?”

You sighed, mostly out of annoyance rather than surrender. “Fine,” you began. “I’m on my period.”

Pan looked at you blankly. “Your-”

“Period? You know, menstrual cycle? Every month there’s a week where blood gushes out of my vagi-”

“I KNOW, I KNOW WHAT IT IS!” Pan heaved, face a bit blanched as he looked at you with a strange expression, mouth a bit open and gaping as his cheeks tinged pink. You didn’t know what to make of his face. And you don’t know what it was, but something in his features seemed almost comical in that moment, and you giggled. You laughed.

You chortled.

Pan hadn’t the slightest clue what to do as he just gaped at your insanity, and pretty soon, he was chuckling as well. You were lying on the sand clutching your abdomen once more, not in pain this time, but in laughter. Pan simply gazed down at you, secretly relieved that you didn’t seem to be hurting.

After the bubbling glee had died down somewhat, you were left with a small smile upon your lips.

“Ah, that’s better,” Pan said.

“What is?”

“Well, you’re not snarling at me, so that’s always good.” You scowled at him, and he laughed again. “What I mean to say is that it’s better now that you’re smiling. Or, you were, at least.”

You smirked at that and turned away from him to face the ocean, rising up on your elbows. Although you had forgotten about the pain for a while, you could feel it edging back now, and you huffed in protest.

“Do you need anything?”

You raised a brow and looked at him. Did the magic-wielding jerk just offer his help?

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He eyed you suspiciously, and you stared at him for a long moment before replying.

“Tea, would be nice. And some more cloth.”

Pan smirked at your request. “Anything else, Your Highness?”

“Hey-” you tossed a bit of sand at him. “You asked.” Pan chuckled and stood up, offering you a hand. You got up as well, and as you brushed sand off your clothes, Pan could barely refrain from asking his next question.

“Does it hurt?”

A mischievous glint cast over your eye as you replied smoothly, “Not as much as it does to have talk to you.”

“Alright, alright.” Pan ran a hand through his dusty brown hair, and you smiled to yourself as the pair of you walked back to camp together.

domestic wesper would be

  • jesper almost always waking up late
  • wylan noticing but deciding to let him sleep in
  • jesper hopping around with one shoe on as he tries to put on the other, shirt completely buttoned wrong, “i’m going to be late! i’m going to be late!”
  • wylan laughing, “jes it’s fine. i’m the boss, remember?”
  • “no, no, no, i have to go.”
  • quick goodbye kisses
  • jesper racing out the door, wylan standing in the foyer holding jesper’s guns he can’t fathom how he left without, counting down the seconds until jesper realizes and comes back
  • jesper crooning at them, “what would i ever do without you?”
  • wylan rolling his eyes, but jesper beaming at him. “i meant you, wy.”
  • lots of wylan blushing.
  • slow welcome home kisses.
  • stories about their day over hot chocolate, sitting in the reading nook jan had built into the library for wylan before he knew wylan couldn’t read
  • wylan not being ashamed to be there anymore. in fact it’s one of his favorite spots in the house now. sitting beneath a big bay window, views of sunset over the canal, surrounded by pillows. an excuse to be squished against jesper’s side. 
  • what could be better?
  • domestic wesper would also be wylan playing music for jesper when he’s especially jittery
  • jesper finding his hands have stopped shaking
  • wylan loving the way jesper’s eyes are closed, the way he’s absorbing the music. so much, in fact, he almost blunders a few times
  • it’ll be jesper sharing his favorite music with wylan in return, introducing him to new things
  • lots and lots of terrible dancing around the house
  • wylan being so undeniably happy it leaves no room for embarrassment
  • and just imagine jesper waiting up at night for the servants to go away
  • because there’s a full kitchen for him to work with and he’d be damned if he doesn’t utilize the skills his mother taught him. 
  • jesper humming as he bakes (i can’t get rid of this headcanon?) because his mom did and he swears he feels her nearby
  • wylan waking up to sweets galore, “where is all of this from?”
  • “the food fairy. he heard you were a good boy this year.”
  • eating cake for breakfast and regretting it later.
  • lots and lots of sickness from too many sweets but they don’t mind because they get to lay side by side in bed while the servants bring them soup and tea and extra pillows
  • sometimes wylan would stay up to catch “the food fairy” and hear jesper humming.“what’s that song, jes?”
  • imagine jesper tossing flour at him out of spite for giving him such a start, “why aren’t you sleeping?”
  • flour fights start ensuing (i’ve used this with ninej i think but sh)
  • but also it’ll be
  • jesper teaching him how to cook
  • and wylan telling him about chemical reactions during dinner
  • “sounds like us.”
  • “how do you mean?”
  • “two substances brought together that causes sparks to fly.”
  • wylan blushing because could he be any more cheesy? probably not. “i wish i had flour to hit you with right now.”
  • and of course there’s jesper reading to wylan (how many headcanons have I done of this already???)
  • and surprise picnics in the garden under wylan’s favorite tree. don’t imagine wylan as a kid hiding behind bushes and trees to get away from his father bc i just did and it’s painful. why do i do think these things but wylan surprises jesper with them, using the recipes he taught him.
  • jesper asking despite a mouthful of food, “how are you so good at everything?”
  • and wylan appreciates this because he’s right. he’s good at most things he tries and it doesn’t matter what things he can’t do. 
  • most importantly it’ll be 
  • jesper realizing he doesn’t need chaos to give him a rush. staying in one place could be enough. is enough.
  • and wylan realizing he can be happy in the home he was once frightened of. he is safe again. he doesn’t have to hide from jesper.
  • and it’ll be jesper laying awake, studying wylan’s features highlighted by the glow of the fireplace after he’s dozed off. jesper whispering, “i think i might love you, merchling.”
  • wylan opening his eyes just enough, “you think?”
  • “YOU’RE AWAKE?” 
  • wylan grinning. “i was trying to catch the food fairy. he sings beautiful songs.”
  • “you know what, i take it back.” but the look in his gray eyes tell wylan he’ll never be able to take it back. he means it too much. jesper fahey might be is in love with him. he can flirt the pants off anyone, but no one else gets that look.
  • “well i might feel that way too.” wylan tries to sound indifferent, but his cheeks are as red as cherries.
  • “yeah?” wylan imagines that’s the expression jesper used to get when he won on the makker’s wheel. unadulterated bliss. dilated pupils; a new high. a positive one.
  • “you’re looking at me like you have a winning hand.” jesper whispers.
  • if this is what winning feels like, no wonder jesper got so hooked on chasing the euphoria of it.
  • wylan doesn’t know much about gambling, but he knows not to risk winning hands. no one ever gets lucky twice. jesper knows it. 
  • wylan having the unnerving thought, jesper wouldn’t risk this, right?
  • and his cheeks are burning so bright, and he can’t form any words.
  • jesper’s smiling at him, in the way only he does, the way that makes everything seem so much easier. even if jesper is nervous, too. 
  • do you have a winning hand, merchling?”
  • “i don’t think i’m supposed to tell.” 
  • “you can trust me.”
  • “you probably said that during all your card games.”
  • jesper rests his forehead against wylan’s. “but this isn’t a game, and i won’t ever lie to you.”
  • wylan shivers. maybe he can’t put his feelings into words, yet. maybe expressing himself will never be as easy as it is for most. but he’s enamored by jesper, jesper is where his thoughts start in the morning and end at night.
  • and i love you may be stuck in his throat, but he can still say it in other ways. 
  • “yes.” wylan finally answers and he wraps his arms around jesper, because you’re supposed to keep your winning hands close. only a fool wouldn’t. 

(i also did domestic kanej here)


Originally posted by sincerelysaraahh

Pairing: Bucky x Reader, Bucky x Natasha (slight flirting)

Warnings: Insecure reader, Bucky being a thoughtless dick, swearing, but Bucky comes to his senses, some nice love making lmao, unprotected sex, metal hand use

Summary: Reader snaps when Bucky keeps praising Natasha right in front of her. Based off of this request <3

Word Count: 1,418

A/N: I suggest listening to THIS when the smut starts. It shall be noted and the song will be linked again when the smut is about to start ;)

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Tommy x Reader

Requested By Anon

Tommy shook his head when he went to knock on your door and it swung open. Despite his insistence to lock it even during the day you never did, the only people who associated with you knew the Shelby’s well, so naturally you assumed no one to troublesome would bother you.


“(Y/N)?” He called and removed the whistled kettle that sat on the oven.

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Okay OKAY I’m still very overwhelmed by what happened and I was just saying this to @sc-outlander and decided I needed to write a post. Cait posted that picture knowing what people would think. She KNEW everyone would speculate (and eventually find out) it was Sam but she didn’t care??? Like this is a HUGE DEAL. Especially because it’s coming from Cait who by all accounts is much more reserved than Sam. She normally stays away from this kind of stuff and doesn’t give us much to speculate on. So that’s twice in one day they had no problem with people thinking they were together. First the game and then PAST MIDNIGHT IN A FREAKING BED TOGETHER?!?!!??? Can you hear me screaming all the way from here????? I DONT KNOW WHAT’S GOING ON ANYMORE

Daddy’s Princess

Summary: Y/N was the teenage daughter of Dean Winchester and with that was his highest priority. When she told him that she wanted him and her Uncles to meet her new boyfriend, he, of course, didn’t like the thought of that. Only time would tell whether he would accept her boyfriend or not.
Requested by Anonymous

Words: 995

Pairing: Daughter!Reader (x) Father!Dean

Originally posted by princesscas

Warnings: None.

Teenagers. They were unreadable. You never knew when they would pop and throw a tantrum or when they would come running into your arms and love you.

If you told young Dean Winchester that he one day would have to take care of a 17-year-old teenager, he would have laughed. But now here he was, sitting in the library of the bunker, with a 17-year-old daughter.

“Dad? Can I bring someone home with me tomorrow? I really want you, Uncle Sam and Uncle Cas to meet that person,” Y/N asked as she handed him some of his favorite pie. Whenever she did that Dean knew something he wasn’t going to like was about to come.

“Oh? And who is that someone?” he asked and looked at her while starting to dig into his pie.

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Apples and Heroes

Originally posted by kissthejotun

Request: Can you please do a Star Trek story with Bones and the words “an apple a day keeps the doctor away”, “your pulse is weak,” and “all the apples in the world wouldn’t stop me.” They aren’t in your prompts list I hope that’s okay? Thank you!

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But their existence will float away
And just like every word they say
And we will hold hands as they fade

- Avett Brothers

The day I let you down, should have been like every other day.  Should have been straight forward and we should have done what you needed.  We should have done what you wanted.  Instead I let you down.

We had known each other for a while.  You were the sweet lady that huffed and puffed to breathe after a lung transplant that left you with really only one viable lung. You had a sweet smile and you knew me on sight.  I would come by your room when you weren’t my patient and say hi and chat for a moment.  You were a tiny lady with a big beautiful heart.  

Two days ago I was assigned to you.
You called me by name and we spent the day arguing about whether you would get to drink or not.  You couldn’t so I put a feeding tube in and tears formed in your eyes as I did. I apologized profusely and you smiled weakly at me.  Half way through my shift you called me into your room and gripped my hand.

“I’m not.. gonna… make it.” You said between breaths.  You stared at my face as you said the words. I looked at you in surprise and quickly reassured you a best I could.  Your numbers all looked good.  Stable.  You looked at me resigned and nodded as I told you that you were improving.  You asked to go on the bipap so you could rest and I tucked you in.  

The next shift- you told me you wanted to be done.  You told me to turn everything off and take all your tubes out.  There was no mistaking what you were asking.  I talked to you at length about it. I asked if you knew what taking all of that away meant- you nodded and asked me to help you.  I squeezed your hand and told her I would talk to the doctors and your family.  
Hours later- your daughter, despite hearing your pleas that you are tired and wanted to rest and be done, told the doctors to do everything. Despite the fact that your head shook a violent “NO” when asked if you wanted intubated if need be- your daughter said yes.  Despite my telling the doctor that you had appeared to be in your right mind for me, they labeled you confused.  I hung my head when they told me what they decided.  I avoided the room for a few hours because what could I possibly tell this sweet soul that I had promised to help?

I snuck in as you rested, your breathing labored and the bipap obstructing most of your face.  I turned around and your eyes opened.  You waved me over to you and I hesitantly walked to your side.  You mumbled something through the bipap and I leaned closer to hear you.  You tried again and I apologized for not understanding.  You shook your head in frustration and I popped the bipap off so you could tell me.
When are you going to release me from all this?  When are you going to let me go?” You said in between your labored breaths, your hand gripping mine.  “When are you taking the tubes away?”  
I stared at you and squeezed your hand.  I didn’t know what to say to you other than the truth.
I can’t…” I said my voice on the verge of breaking.  “Your daughter… your family…They want you to keep fighting.  They want everything done. The tubes have to stay.”

The look on your face when I spoke those words to you made my heart physically hurt.  I didn’t know how else to tell you that you had been betrayed.  By your family… By your doctors…By me.  

You shut your eyes and laid back on the pillow.  The family members that had been left to “encourage” you, stood awkwardly to the side.  I straightened your lines, pulled your blankets up and was about to go when you raised your hand.  You set it gently on my arm and looked at me.
“Thank you.” You said loud enough that the bipap didn’t smother it.
I squeezed your hand and we shared a moment.  I didn’t look at your family.  I looked at you, my eyes glistening with the same frustrated tears that mirrored in yours.  I nodded and you closed your eyes.  
The day I let you down, should have been like every other day.  Should have been straight forward and we should have done what you needed.  We should have done what you wanted.  Instead I let you down.

Baby Talk

Short and sweet little hiccstrid drabble for you awesome people. I had a few minutes between my crap tons of homework to write this. 

Hope you like it! <3

“Hiccup? Do you want kids?” Astrid asked out of the blue as the two were having dinner in the Great Hall. 

Hiccup almost spit out his drink the second his girlfriend asked him that question.

“Uhh…well, I am chief and as chief I do have to produce an heir eventually.” Hiccup cringed on the word produced. That just sounded strange coming out of his mouth. 

“But do you want kids?” Astrid asked again, a little more demanding.

Hiccup sat there a moment in silence. What brought all this on?

Sure, everyone knew Hiccup and Astrid would be getting married one day. Even Hiccup knew, (well, he hoped), all he had to do was ask the beautiful girl sitting across from him, who was currently waiting on the answer to her question. But he hadn’t really thought that far ahead yet. 

Me? As a father? Someone calling me dad? Hiccup thought to himself, he just couldn’t picture it. But then he took another look at Astrid and smiled, he would only want children if it meant Astrid was the mother of those kids.

“Yeah, I want kids one day.” Hiccup finally said.

Astrid just nodded and went back to thinking about only the gods know what. 

“Do you want kids, Astrid?” Hiccup asked after a moment, it was only fair to return the question. 

It didn’t take Astrid as long to answer, “Yeah, I think I do.” She continued, “My mom used to say things like ‘you’ll understand when you have children,’ and I would respond to her by saying I would never have kids. That was until the other day, when she said the same thing again and instead of telling her it would never happen, I actually thought about it.”

Hiccup didn’t really know what to say so he just grabbed her hand that was resting on the table, and gave it a gentle squeeze. Astrid smiled. 

“So, is that why you asked me that? Because your mom got you thinking?” Hiccup asked.

Astrid nodded, “Yeah, and also because Mrs. Agnarsson’s new baby over there is pretty cute.” Astrid focused her attention behind Hiccup. He turned around to see a bunch of women standing over Mrs. Agnarsson, all ogling at the baby in her arms.

Hiccup agreed, it was a cute baby. 

“Our kid is going to be the cutest out there though, you just wait and see.” Astrid laughed. 

“Well, if it looks anything like you then I definitely agree.” Hiccup replied and Astrid just rolled her eyes.

The two smiled at each other and continued their dinner in silence, both thinking about the future. 

Pictureless Picture Frames- Nate Maloley Imagine

As you and Nate sat in silence over dinner, you wondered how you got to this point. You two were the couple everyone wanted to be. You were best friends who never had a dull moment. You never argued, annoyed one another or said anything hurtful towards each other. If there was a poster for the perfect couple, you two would be on it.

After a year and a half of dating, you two decided it would be the perfect time to live together. You spent months looking for the perfect apartment and once you did, you knew it was fate. Every day was something special and the two of you grew closer and closer. But one day it changed.

All of a sudden, Nate was coming home late from the studio, partying every night and barely spoke more than two words to you. You, on the other hand, had been swamped with work ever since your promotion and you had been trying to set your future up.

All those commitments meant little time for you and Nate to spend together, except for the off days where you both had a day off. Today was one of those days. You had cooked him dinner and were currently eating without a single word being said. You knew it wasn’t supposed to be like this. No relationship was supposed to be like this.

A couple of weeks later, you decided it was time to move on. You couldn’t bare to be in a relationship that was sinking faster than the Titanic. So you packed up your things and left him.

“Nate…” Sam called, walking into the apartment.

The place had been empty ever since you moved out since Nate couldn’t stand looking at furniture you two had bought together. Nate had been a wreck and was becoming worse and worse with every day that passed. 

“What…” Sam said, looking around Nate’s bedroom in awe. 

“It didn’t feel right to have them on the wall. It was all a lie.” He said. 

When decorating the place, you two decided to place picture frames on one of the walls in your bedroom and fill them with photos of you two, your family and friends. When you left, Nate took them all down.

“Nate…I think we should-”

“I’m not going anywhere.” Nate said, cutting Sam off. 

Sam had been trying to get Nate out of the apartment for weeks but he has yet to succeed. 

“I feel like I’m stranded…I don’t know how to walk out that door without her. I just don’t understand how we got to this point.”

Sam looked at the ripped up photos on the ground and couldn’t help but feel as though there was nothing he could do. He had been trying so hard for so long and it seemed like Nate didn’t want to move on and Sam wasn’t even sure if Nate knew how.

Sam sat next to Nate on the floor and pulled him into a hug as Nate let the tears fall once again.

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Jokers Daughter Imagine: Bride

Request: (anon) Can you please do a fiction about the Joker’s daughters wedding?


You laid out your dress on the bed and smoothed out your veil, you lines up all your makeup and jewelry for the next day.You took in the sight of your childhood bedroom, the last time you would be sleeping in here. It was the night before the big day and you were staying at your parents house while your finance slept in your new home. You just wanted one last taste of childhood before you started your new life. Out of the corner of your eye you saw the green hair. The clown prince of crime was watching you prepare for your wedding. You felt the tension he carried with him and knew what was coming next.

“Daddy didn’t I tell you I was all right?” you turned to him, his arms crossed leaning in the doorway. 

The Joker took a deep breath before walking into your room and sitting on the bed. He ran his fingers along the pink satin sheets you slept on since you were a teenager. He glanced around the room and saw all the things you saved throughout the years of your life.

“Princess I just want to make sure this is what you really want. Just say the word and we can hop in the car and drive far away and forget any of this ever happened.” The Joker looked up at you with an eager look in his eye, waiting for you to say yes. He threw his head back and laughed when you turned around and gave him a scolding look. Just like your mother he thought.

You reached your hand out and he grabbed it pulling you onto the bed to sit next to him. You wrapped your arms around him and buried your face in his shoulder. Breathing in the moment you waited until his heart rate slowed down to talk.

“I am sure this is what I want. I’m in love with this man and I need the other man I love to walk me down the isle okay?” you stared at him wide eyed and smiled.

He looked up at you and stroked your hair before kissing your cheek. “Fine.” he said “But it doesn’t mean I have to like it.” he smirked back at you. You hopped off the bed and continued to get some last minute stuff ready. 

The Joker leaned back and rested on the bed. It felt like yesterday he was holding you in the hospital vowing to never let anyone touch you. Then you were going on your first date and he and Frost followed you guys around making sure you were safe. Then you were a woman that came running to him when a someone hurt you and he went and sliced their throat. Now you were fully grown and in love, no matter how much he didn’t want to admit it. His little girl was giving her heart to someone that wasn’t him. He was jealous of them, he hated them, wanted to kill them and steal you away and have you all to himself again. Wanted his clown family to be like it was, just the three of them. He wanted all those things but he knew he couldn’t have them, because he also just wanted you to be happy and this marriage was clearly going to make you happy. He ran his fingers through his hair and took a deep breath before standing up and looking over at the dress before back at you smiling and humming to yourself. He was torn between wanting to imagine how beautiful you would look in the dress and never wanting to see you in it.

“If this person is really who you love then I’ll let you go, but if they ever hurt you I will-” 

“daddy daddy stop…” you interrupted your father and went to face him. You put your arms around his wait and rested your head on his chest to feel his heartbeat. “You don’t have to worry about me okay? I’m not your little girl anymore I can handle myself.” 

He put his hand under your chin to lift your head up and see your eyes. “You’re always going to be mine okay? always,” he said giving you a stern look.

“And I know you’ll be there if I need you to kill them.” you smiled wide at him smoothing over the tension in the room. He cackled at you, holding you close to him. “I’m tired though, I have a big day tomorrow.” you said letting go and moving your dress to hand in your closet and jumping into bed. 

The Joker took in the sight of his daughter resting in her bed one last time before heading to the door. He felt a pain in his chest and put his hand over his heart to help it. You saw him struggling to walk out with his head down and an empty pit feeling in your stomach emerged. 

“Daddy?” you called over to him.

The Joker whisked around ready to sweep her out of bed and grab Harley and go somewhere far away from gotham city and forget the wedding.  ‘Yes princess?!”

“Can we snuggle like we used to when I was little? I’m really nervous for tomorrow.” You said clutching your pillow.

The Joker sighed and the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile. He took off his jacket and laid it at the foot of your bed, rested his gun and holster on your nightstand, and kicked his feet off before crawling next to you. He laid on his back and you nuzzled yourself into the nook of his arm and side.

“Ya know it’s a bad sign if you’re nervous. Maybe I should go straighten your finance out?” he said keeping on eye open to watch your reaction.

“Goodnight daddy.” you replied flicking off the light and falling into dream land. The Joker stayed awake just watching your back rise and fall in a peaceful motion. Running his fingertips over yours rested on his chest, before he fell asleep himself.

The day was finally here. You twirled around in your wedding dress as your mother was trying to apply the finishing touches.

“Stay still baby I don’t want to poke ya with this needle!” she said but you couldn’t contain yourself. You were so excited. You heard the laughing coming down from the hallway. “Looks like daddy is here, ready for a lecture?” she winked at you.

“Oh always!” you winked back, nothing could ruin the feeling of bliss you had.

Your father walked in a pretending to faint on the floor before turning over “oh so beautiful! I can’t walk I can’t see I’m blinded by such beauty!.” he said rolling on the floor. You and your mother giggled uncontrollably.

“Puddin you’re so dramatic get up and give our girl a kiss huh?” she said stepping away from you and admiring the finished product you stood in front of her.

“Princess you look…” he stopped for a moment grabbing both of your hands in his. “Well like a princess.” he stopped before kissing your forehead.

The music from the alter started to echo in your dressing room and you intertwined your arms in his and led him out the door. As you walked down the hallway he placed his white glove over your hand and squeezed it tightly. 

“Honey you are in complete control here. Just one word and this will continue or end.” he said as you walked to the shut double doors.

“Yes daddy, this is all I want.” you breathed in and prepared yourself for the walk down the aisle. “just please don’t let go of me, I don’t want to trip and fall.”

“I’ll never let you fall.” he said as you both stopped. He looked down at you with a furrowed brow. “no matter what time it is or how far things go. You can call me, I’ll come and get you and take you back with me while your mother beats your new spouse with her bat. We can be a clown family again.” he has desperation in his eyes and his grip tightened on your hand. You reached up and kissed his cheek before pulling your veil over your face.

“We will always be the clown family. We’re just getting a little bigger is all.” Your words and soft expression soothed him and he nodded down at you.

The doors opened to reveal your fiance at the other end of the aisle. You both smiled at each other before they turned their head to look at your father. The Joker ran his finger across his neck as a warning at them and they looked to the ground in fear. When the Joker saw all the people there and the flowers and the carpet leading up to your future he was taken aback for a moment and breathed in deep.

“Ready daddy?” you asked now more nervous than him.

“I’m only ever ready when you are baby.” he said loosening his grip on your hand, ready to walk you down. The whole alter stood up and turned to face the clown king and his princess.

You closed your eyes and smiled. “Here’s comes the bride.” 


“So… what do you think?”

They had walked in behind the cemetery and through the woods surrounding it until they finally arrived at their destination: an abandoned playground. To anyone else it would have been just a rusty pile of garbage and a free trial for tetanus, but Salem knew exactly why he wanted to show her this. “This looks… exactly like our park.”  She smiled at him. “How did you find this place?”

“I just wandered back here one day. Crazy, right? I guess it makes sense, the Hollow was a real town at some point.”  He took her hand in his. “I used to spend a lot of time here… this is where I was when I decided to come look for you at prom.”  He laughed, realizing how cheesy he’d become since he got her back. He just couldn’t help it. “I would’ve gotten you an actual present, I swear, but…you know.”