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Imagine being Lucifers soulmate

Word count: 2186

Request by: anon - Hi! I was wondering if I could request a Lucifer x reader where Chuck is like “yeah Lucifer has a soulmate duh” so Sam, Dean, Cas, Lucifer, and Chuck all go to find them (Sam and Dean ready for her to be all evil) but they’re super intelligent and sweet? Thank you!! 

A/N: Thanks for the request <3

No one’s POV

Sam, Dean, Cas and Chuck were all sat silently in the room thinking of ways in which they could make Lucifer less angry at everything which reduces the risk of him throwing one of his ‘tantrums’ and destroying his brothers and humanity.

“I guess we could find his soulmate,” Chuck spoke out loud breaking the silence causing both Sam and Dean’s heads to shoot up and stare in Chuck’s direction.

“That’s a possibility,” Castiel replied to his father before continuing to look down at the lore book in his hands.

Both Sam and Dean just continued to stare at them in shock. The Lucifer, the very fallen angel which wanted to destroy humanity, had a soulmate, a human soulmate. A long period of silence followed as they were both too frozen to say anything.

“Wait what? Lucifer has a soulmate,” Dean spoke breaking the silence asking the question both him and Sam wanted to ask.

“Yeah Lucifer has a soulmate, duh,” Chuck laughed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, “I made every angel have a soulmate.”

“Could you take us and Lucifer to her?” Sam asked Chuck steadily and Dean looked at him as if he had just said the most stupid and crazy thing in the world.

“Of course I can,” Chuck replied looking over the small group of people within the room, “It’s just getting Lucifer out of his room and agreeing to the plan that’s going to be the hard part, I don’t think he even knows himself that he has a mate.”

Everyone’s heads drifted to Dean silently, as a group, picking him to be the one to speak to the angry archangel only a few rooms down from them.

“Well I’m not going in there alone with no defence against a moody archangel.” Dean spoke matter-of-factly.

“Who are you calling moody?” A smooth voice called out causing everyone’s heads to shoot over to where the sound came from.

There stood Lucifer leaned against the doorframe with a smug expression covering his face, it was the first time anyone had seen him come out of his designated room almost as if he could sense that the others were talking about him.

“Lucifer, come sit,” Chuck spoke causing Lucifer to pull a face which resembled disgust.

“I’m fine here,” he replied. Lucifer still wasn’t back to being 100% father and son with God (in fact he acted like a teenager) but they seemed to be better than they were when he first got out of the cage and being moody constantly was better to Chuck than his son not talking to him at all.

“Well, what do you all want, I could hear you all thinking my name from my room,” Lucifer spoke into the silent room taking notice of the shocked expressions on the Winchester’s face’s when looking at him.

“Father decided it would be best if took you to see your soulmate.” Castiel informed Lucifer.

Shock was evident on Lucifer’s face for a split moment in time before it returned expressionless to try and hide the emotions he was feeling; it was clear to everyone in the room that he didn’t know he had a soulmate.

“Well, let’s go do that then,” Lucifer spoke calmly yet inside he knew he was excited. After the fall and spending so long in the cage, he had begun to think that his father had not created him a soulmate and was pleasantly surprised to find out that he still had the ability to feel love like his brothers and sisters, “It’s slightly better than doing nothing in my room all day,” he added not wanting anyone in the room to acknowledge his happiness, he still had the reputation of ‘the devil’ to hold.

“That was easier than expected,” mumbled Chuck to both Dean and Sam with a chuckle before raising his hand and clicking sending them all to meet Lucifer’s soulmate.

Your POV

Sighing to yourself, you collapsed onto the sofa, your favourite book in your hand ready to read the night away. The day had been so busy and you hadn’t had a second to relax so you had decided to spend the rest of the night just relaxing, listening to your favourite band and reading. That was until you heard a knocking at the door.

Thinking it was just some hunters coming to you for information you decided to ignore the knocking at the door and continue reading, trying your hardest to relax. They could go to someone else for help, it’s been too long of a day.

The knocking continued so you sighed placing the book down and made your way to the persistent person knocking at your door so late at night.

Shock was evident on your face when you opened the door to 5 men staring at you, two looking slightly scared making you confused as to why they could be here. You slightly backed away from the door in case they were demons (which you doubted highly due to the friendship you had with Crowley, although they could be rouge demons) or any other monster which could have found out you were helping hunters.

Even though you were nervous, your eyes couldn’t help but drift over to the man with blonde hair you just wanted to wrap your hands in and gorgeous blue eyes that you could stare in for eternity, your eyes continued to roam over his body, as did his with yours. You quickly diverted your eyes away from him in case he noticed you checking him out.

“How can I help you lovely men?” you smiled slightly looking at them as a whole.

“We was wondering if we could speak with Y/N,” the guy in the trench coat asked.

“That would be me, please, come in,” you replied, a smile not leaving your face, you nervously watched as they all stepped onto and over the welcome mat which contained a hidden devils trap under it. Your worry slightly lifted when you saw that none of them had gotten stuck. We are demon free, I repeat, demon free you thought to yourself as the men followed you into the kitchen.

“Anybody want a cuppa?” you asked happy that you weren’t in danger, if you were they probably would have tried to attack you by now but you were still cautious just in case.

A chorus of ‘no thank you’s’ was your reply apart from the blonde headed man replying ‘please’ causing all of the other men to look at him as if he had grown another head.

“S-Sure thing,” you cursed yourself for stuttering when talking to him and you felt your cheeks begin to heat up.

You hummed a cheery tune as you quickly spun around and popped the kettle on before making a drink for the both of you. As you handed the mysteriously hot man his drink your fingers collided for a moment and everything felt right like nothing else mattered in that short moment of time but you and him, sparks of electricity running up your arm. Looking up into the man’s crystal blue eyes, you searched for any sign that he had felt the same as you but all you saw was his expressionless face. Quickly, you grabbed onto your drink before sitting down and inviting everybody else to do so.

“So, what is it you guy’s wanted,” you smiled taking a sip of your drink. You had always been a cheerful person, from a very young age up until now and you had always believed that there was too much negativity within the world that you couldn’t possibly contribute to that, so you tried to spread as much joy as possible. It was one of the reasons you started helping hunters with their boring lore work. Lucifer realised that and admired you for it.

“Well, I guess we should introduce ourselves first, shouldn’t we?” the tall long haired man said nudging the person next to him who continued to stare at you like you was some sort of myth or legend.

“Wha- oh yes. Introductions. I’m Dean, that’s…” he paused for a second whilst pointing in the blonde man’s direction, “…Nick?” he said as more of a question, “Chuck, Cas, and this is my little brother Sam.”

It was now your turn to have shock overcome your face. Did you hear them right? Sam and Dean Winchester was in your house, in front of you with the infamous Castiel you had heard so much about. What the heck would they want with you?

“Winchester brothers?” You asked out quietly, surprised that a voice even managed to come out of your mouth.

“Yeah… That’s us, how’d you know?” Sam asked slightly creeped out that you knew who they were.

“Oh come on, every hunter knows about you two,” you stated.

Silence overcame the room as the men processed what you had just said, the only person to show any form of emotion was Nick, a large, proud smirk across his face at the fact you were a hunter.

“Well then, since you know about the supernatural, we can properly introduce ourselves,” Chuck spoke motioning to him and Nick, “I’m God, but I prefer Chuck.”

“Pleasure to meet you Chuck!” You spoke happily sticking out your hand for him to shake, surprising yourself that you didn’t react massively to the fact he had just told you he was the God. He chuckled taking your hand in his, your infectious smile crawling its way onto his face. Everybody then looked in Nicks direction, you saw him nervously fiddling with his hands.

“I, uh, I’m,” he stuttered, a hand reaching to stroke the back of his neck to calm him down as he debated whether or not he should tell you the truth, “I’m Lucifer.”

You smiled and wrapped your arms around him, for some reason it just felt right and both you and Lucifer knew it. He sighed into the hug relaxing instantly when you didn’t freak out over who he was

“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you too Lucifer,” you said into the hug before pulling away from him seeing a smile on his face. The rest of the group seemed shocked at his display of emotion yet Lucifer decided to ignore them and keep smiling at you.

“So,” you spoke suddenly clapping your hands together and reluctantly turning away from Lucifer, “What brings the Winchesters, God and the angels to these neck of the woods.”

Lucifer’s metaphorical heart stopped for a moment when you acknowledged him as an angel, he didn’t think he could possibly fall in love with something as quickly as he was with you.

“You understand the concept of soulmates correct?” Castiel spoke up and you looked over in Lucifer’s direction knowing where the conversation seemed to be heading.

“I do,” you answered Castiel but not taking your eyes off of Lucifer and him not taking his eyes off of you.

“Well, we found out that you are the soulmate of-“

“Lucifer,” you spoke cutting Castiel off. It definitely was the only explanation for the strong attraction you were having for him, it felt as if you had known each other for all eternity.

“Yes, Lucifer is your mate,” Castiel confirmed.

You felt as Lucifer’s hand slid down into yours, fingers locking together causing a grin to appear on both your face and Lucifer’s.

“Okay let’s leave them to it then,” Chuck said shoving the rest of the boys out of the room and throwing a wink at you. Sam and Dean still continued to show shocked expressions at your kindness towards everyone as they were pushed by God out of the room to leave you and Lucifer some privacy to talk.

“Y/N,” Lucifer turned to you and placed a hand on your cheek the other still locked between your fingers, “I know we have only just met, but it feels as if I have been in love with you for eternity.”

“Me too Luci,” you confirmed slightly blushing and ducking your head at the way in which stared lustfully at you.

His hand drifted down to under your chin as he lifted your head to make you look at him. Your eyes locked with his ocean blue ones and it felt as if he was staring directly into your soul. Slowly, with his hand still on your chin, Lucifer leaned down hovering his lips over yours momentarily as your foreheads touched due to how close you were before locking his lips with yours. As cliché as it sounds, you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach when your hand reached up and gripped into his blonde hair. His gentle hand snaked its way around your waist and pulled you closer to his chest as he deepened the kiss. In this moment, wrapped in your soulmate’s arms, feeling the best you had in a while, you knew that you was truly in love as was Lucifer and that he was going to do everything in his power to protect you.

I Meant Something Like That - Steve Harrington x Reader

[AN: Based off the an amazing request I received asking for a Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader based loosely off the ‘Cooler’ Episode from New Girl with the first ever Nick and Jess kiss and also one of my favourite kisses in the history of television. You don’t understand the happy dance I did when I received this prompt!

To maybe follow some of this fic you may have to look up the rules to True American, just for the fist couple of paragraphs of this fic if you aren’t familiar.]


Originally posted by harryandthecambridges

Originally posted by aesaddict


You weren’t exactly sure how you had found yourself partaking in the excited games of your younger brother and his friends, upon turning thirteen and suddenly becoming interested in the boys in your classes you hadn’t spent much longer than half an hour in the presence of Dustin or his nerd squad. However something to do with Steve Harrington turning up to your house with a bottle of stolen liquor for you both to share and a promise that it ‘wouldn’t be all that bad’ had swayed you into playing a game with rules that were not all that clear. 

‘Okay so remind me again,’ you giggled swaying on the spot, ‘the soda cans?’

‘Are the pawns, Y/N, God!’ Lucas shouted, he was standing on top of a sofa cushion. ‘Whoever’s team drinks all the soda’s on their side first gets a chance at claiming the stack of comic books.’

‘Right!’ You hiccuped and took a sip of your spiked root beer, your eyes lazily glanced over at Steve. 

Steve was stood poised with one foot on the sofa armrest and the other on the reclining chair, he grinned as he caught you staring.

‘One, two, three, JFK!’ He shouted.

‘FDR!’ The party responded, each downing the respected soda cans and then picking another up.

Each of you took another step in the weird formation of a circle you had created in the basement of your house. Cushions and pillows lay scattered in between chairs and place mats, providing a safe-haven from the ‘molten’ floor.  

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Request: “How about Draco x reader, where she loses her virginity to him? love your writing ♥”

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: SMUT!!! BEST FRIENDS TURNED LOVERS!!! DO I HAVE TO SAY ANY MORE?

Originally posted by mistakeoftheconstellation

You couldn’t sleep tonight. It was just one of those nights, where the shadows of trees blowing in the breeze danced across the wall, their movement as restless as your being. You had pulled your wand out, practicing light charms. The beams of light bounced on the chilly Autumn air, the wind billowing your curtains as you had forgotten to close your window.

The white bunny of light that had been hopping around your room instantly faded at the sound of sobs. Frowning, you slipped out of the warmth of your bed, following the sound to your window. Poking your head out, below you could spot a flash of white-blonde hair under the moonlight, a face wet with tears and reddened eyes. He was pacing, as if contemplating coming up.

“Draco?” Your voice was quiet, heart already clenching at the sight of him. “What’s wrong? Come up.”

You took a seat on the sill, watching as he scaled the scaffolding under your window. Thank Merlin your mother had decided she wanted climbing Ivy on this side of the house, since a month ago the walls had been bare and there would be no direct way for Draco to come up. You helped pull him in as he reached your window.

There was a moment of silence as you both shared concerned looks, your hands immediately cupping his face and wiping his tears. Draco’s cheeks were freezing, but trailing your fingers down to his neck you found his body to be muggy. You collapsed into him, head pressed to his chest and listening to the unsteadiness of his heartbeat as he wrapped around you. You tilted your head up, pressing short kisses all over his face, covering him with affection. You did so until you too were in tears.

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anonymous asked:

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

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

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

Anyways

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

Yoosung

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

Jaehee

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

Zen

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

Jumin

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

Seven

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

V

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

Saeran

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

~This idea has been sitting in my drafts for so long, I had to dust it off and bring it to the light, lol.

***Warnings: swearing, suggestive language (? idk)

~MASTERLIST~

“I’m going to hear this damn outro in my nightmares tonight.”

Tearing yourself away from the imaginary world your favorite book had engulfed you in, you mumbled a knowing and sarcastic, ‘mhmm’ as you glanced up. Grayson was sitting in front of his iMac with his head tilted back and hands rubbing his face in exhaustion as he obnoxiously yelled, ‘BUM-BUM, BUM-BUM’ to the tune of the classic outro music playing back through the speakers. To be honest, watching the boys edit as much as you have, on top of actually watching their videos once they were posted, you were beginning to be haunted by the music yourself. 

“Someone needs a break,” you muttered in a sing song voice, flipping another page of the book you were using to occupy yourself while your boyfriend continued to edit.

According to Grayson, this particular video needed extra attention and, like the perfectionist he was, he constantly paused to give that attention to the smallest of details. Any other video of the same length would take less than half the time to put together, but both Grayson and Ethan wanted this one to be special and as close to perfect as they could get. His eyes had been focused on the massive desktop screen for hours, only looking away to take one bathroom break, throw a comment your way, or to get your opinion on the sequence he was piecing together. Your responses of, ‘holy shit Gray’ or ‘that was so beautiful’ were always followed by grunts of indecisiveness or sighs of thoughts filled with ways to change what he had just shown you.

The creaking of the desk chair broke your steady reading pace, only to find Grayson dragging his feet towards the couch you were laying on perpendicular to the editing station. He carefully lifted your stretched out legs, draping them across his lap after plopping down on the cushion next to you. He rested his head on the back of the couch with a sigh and closed his eyes while keeping a loving, firm grip on the knee and shin of your leg closest to his chest.

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I’m Shook

I’m Shook

Peter Parker x Reader x Dad!Tony Stark

Warnings: None

Request: Hi, I was wondering if I could request a dad Tony fic where the reader is dating Peter before he gets his powers and reader is the only one he tells and the only one who knows and fast forward to when Tony discovers Peter is Spiderman (he knew reader and Peter were together) so he’s shook and discovers you knew all along and just some funny Tony stuff sorry that it is extremely confusing (I got carried away so forgot about grammar)

A/N: Sorry it’s so short! I’m not good at writing funny things lol, so I tried! I hope you like it nonnie :)


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“(Y/n), babe!” You heard, you groan and turn your back towards the phone that was on speaker. Peter called you at 2:38 in the morning, sounding so awake, when you could barely even lift an eye open.

“What’s wrong?”

“There– there was a spider!”

“Peter, just grab a shoe and kill it, it’s too early for this.”

“It bit me!”

“Are you okay?” you ask, suddenly awake, “are you feeling anything weird? What kind of spider did it look like? Did it look poisonous?”

“I’m fine, I’m just scared that there’s more spiders and that they’ll crawl into my mouth when I sleep.” You laugh, Peter was always quite scared of spiders, you would think he’d be more traumatized now that he’s got bitten.

“Do you want to come over? So no spiders would get you in your sleep.”

“Will your dad be okay with it?”

“Yeah, I mean, he’s not here right now. Currently out of the country for some business stuff. I think you’ll be fine.”

“Alright, be there in 10.”


You wake up to an empty bed. Propping yourself up to your elbows, you look around the room, half asleep, looking for your boyfriend.

“Peter?” you called.

“Over here,” you heard from above you. You look up and gasp. Peter was hanging upside down on the ceiling.

“Peter!” you whisper yell, “what are you doing up there? And how are you doing that?”

He falls from the ceiling and lands on your bed, you slightly bounced up from his weight.

“I don’t know! I wake up and then suddenly–”

He jumps onto the ceiling and walks down the sides of your walls like a spider.

“This happened.”

You look at him confused, and then remembering last night.

“The spider! This is probably some weird side effect or something.”

You spend the day calling him Spider-Man, and he decided that that should be his superhero name. You laughed at the idea, but it stuck, and now he was famous for it.


Peter spent every night swinging across the city, sometimes taking you with him. Showing you around the city of Queens. You never really seen it much, you usually stay home, all day.

Peter would spend the night, or sometimes even day, saving the city. But sometimes, he would have those days where he doesn’t really have anything to do, and end up helping old ladies get around the busy streets.

One day, your dad saw a video of ‘Spider-Man’ stopping a car from hitting a bus with his bare hands. Of course, it got your dad intrigued, he wanted to find out who Spider-Man was and use him to help beat the old Cap in their little feud.

Your dad, the infamous Tony Stark, found out Spider-Man’s identity, by watching surveillance cameras and finding out where he lives.

Knocking on the door of Spider-Man’s apartment, Tony was shocked to see you answer the door.

“(Y/n)?”

“Dad?” you both said simultaneously.

“What are you doing here?” you two say again.

“You know who Spider-Man is?” he asked, a blush creeping up your neck.

“Babe, who is it?” Peter asks, walking up behind you to see who’s at the door.

Tony looked at you confused, then at Peter.

“Oh! Mr. Stark! Come in, come in,” Peter yelled, pushing you slightly to the side to open the door wider, letting your dad in.

As Tony makes himself comfortable on the couch, Peter sits by him, smiling widely, trying to be polite.

“So how are you Mr.Stark?”

“I’m… fine. How bout you, Spidey?”

Peter turned a deep shade of red, almost as red as his suit.

“Wh– what?”

“You heard me.”

“Dad!” you interrupted, “seriously, what are you doing here?”

“I came to meet Spider-Man and ask him to join me in Germany.”

Peter and you silently look at each other and back towards your dad.

“Uhh– well– did ya find him?” you ask, trying to not let Peter’s identity be revealed.

Tony gives you a knowingly look, Peter sighing and throwing his hands up in the air.

“All right! All right! I’m… Spider-Man.” He whispered the last part.

“Oh? You don’t say.” Your dad says sarcastically.

“I can’t believe you knew Spider-Man and didn’t tell me!” He yells at you, his eyebrows slanted and his bottom lip pushed out into a pout, making you cringe.

“Ew dad, don’t make that face. And anyways, you never even asked.”

“So you would’ve told him if he asked!” Peter yells at you.

“No! I wouldn’t”

“You wouldn’t?” Your dad says, pressing his hand to his heart and looking really shocked and hurt.

“No– I– I don’t know!” you said, throwing your hands up in exasperation.

“I can’t believe you knew all along and never told me,” he said, looking away from you, “I’m shook.”

Peter and your face instantly morphs into a disgusted one, body trembling into a full body cringe, at the sight of your dad trying to act cool.

“Dad! You can’t say that, that’s gross!”

“What? How is it gross? Everyone uses it!”

You scoff, “not old people.”

Peter giggling right next to you.

Tony just rolling his eyes.

“Whatever. So Pete, you on my team or what?”

Cookies And Cream

Requested by: @magnoliastan-barnes
(Here are the specifics)

Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 1.3K
Warnings: Fluff

A/N: I didn’t specifically include the quote, I hope that’s okay!

Y/E/C: Your Eye Colour

Bucky’s POV

Bucky was completely lost in his thoughts when he wandered into the kitchen, but his brain, and his steps, come to a stop when he notices you. You’re wearing a floral apron, and your hair is thrown up into a messy bun, surrounded by a tonne of ingredients and metal bowls. His breath faulters as he stares, unable to tear his eyes away. Even when you were deep in concentration and reading a recipe you were a ray of sunshine.

Bucky had been smitten with you from the moment you introduced yourself; the newest addition to the Avengers, and the last one to meet Bucky after he returned from Wakanda.

“Oh hey,” you call to him, your voice echoing off the large, open space walls. Bucky’s cheeks grow hot and he hopes you didn’t realise he’d been staring at you, probably with lovey dovey eyes,

“H-hey,” Bucky stammers. Without realising it, he’s tentatively walking towards you. He tries to casually take a seat at the island counter, but slips and almost falls off the stool, making him more embarrassed, “What’cha making?”

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“Broken” (Chapter Seventeen)

Holla for some sweet, sort of smutty IronFalcon! 

ADDITIONAL CHAPTERS HERE

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“Alpha.” Sam surprised Tony in the kitchen early the next morning, coming around the corner and sliding his arm around the Alphas waist, lifting his red wings to hover over Tony’s shoulders in a protective embrace. “Good morning.”

“Sam.” Tony turned and kissed the Beta good morning, smiling because he and Sam were both wearing the ridiculous flannel pajama pants Clint had given everyone for Christmas last year. “You are up early, honey, what’s going on? Is everything alright? Do you need anything?”

“Everythings fine. I just wanted some time with you.” Sam bent his head to kiss Tony again, longer this time, lingering over his mouth. “Between missions, and people coming by, and you and Bruce creating high tech stuff in the lab, I feel like you and I haven’t had more than two minutes together.”

“It’s been a crazy few months.” Tony agreed and smiled when Sam kissed him again. “So what? You set your alarm for five am because you figured I would be up?”

“Actually, I set it for four thirty am because I know you creep downstairs, get into the kitchen and get your coffee and are back down in the lab like an evil scientist all within about six and a half minutes.”

“Six and a half?” Tony raised an eyebrow.  “Mr Wilson, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were stalking me.”

“One man’s ‘stalking’ is another man’s ‘paying great attention to detail’.” Sam countered. “And Mr. Stark, I would like to pay great attention to lots of your details.”

“Does that line work on all the other pretty Alpha’s?” Tony batted his eyelashes teasingly. “Because I must say I’m flattered.”  

“I wouldn’t know.” Sam bent close to purr in his ear. “You’re the only pretty Alpha I’m interested in.”

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No Regrets (Part 9)

So I woke up in a very creative mood today - lot’s of writing, lots of coffee. Hope you like it?


Summary: When the reader finally coughs up the courage to ask Bucky out, it turns out, he’s not that interested. Or is he?


Pairings: Bucky x Reader


Word count: 3.7k


Warnings: some swearing, angst, thunder?


Catch up: No Regrets Masterlist

Originally posted by raised-from-the-grave

Originally posted by indiastokeruniverse



It was like huge weight was lifted off your shoulders. The cat and mouse chase between you and Bucky has built up frustrations inside you, you didn’t know you were capable off. Over the course of past few weeks you found yourself feeling worthless and unwanted, rejected and used, then vulnerable and useless following the emotional rollercoaster, courtesy of James Bucky Barnes.

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Tease - Winwin (M)

A/N: Here it is, definitely not one of my best but I’m glad I got something out… Just a heads up its kinda fem!dom and very.. hm giver like? which is why im so fckn wet like im 100% giver yall dont even know send help pls so if you’re more into receiving you’ll probably be disappointed I apologize… 

-Admin Kay

Originally posted by nctinfo


Pairing: Winwin x Reader

Genre: Semi-Smut - SEXUAL CONTENT

Summary: After a long history together, you couldn’t help but fall for your best friend, Sicheng, and you were desperate to know if the feeling was mutual; so when the opportunity to test him sprung up, you didn’t hesitate to jump on it.

Word Count: 1,895

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Vocal Rest

A/N: Just so you know, this was such a good idea, but I kind of cringed writing this. Damn I love smut but its so damn hard to write. I applaud smut blogs!! aha! But I’m honestly so bad at smut, so I didn’t go full on detail, but I tried my best :) xox

Word Count: 832

Warnings: Slight smut, Swearing

Shawn hadn’t stopped following you all day. You were sure that he just wanted sympathy for being ill, but the doctor gave strict instructions, and he needed to follow them.

“Shawn, what do you want?” You sigh, as he places his head in your lap. Your hand makes its way into his curly mop, and he sighs deeply. “It’s hard work right? Not being able to talk all day” you joke, watching as he turned around to face you. His lips pout together and you lean down to kiss him, knowing he is feeling sorry for himself. You place you’re eyes back on the TV in front of you, continuing what you were doing before Shawn interrupted you.

About 10 minutes later, Shawn stops fidgeting and you decided that he’s maybe fallen asleep, until you feel his hand creep up your thigh. You ignore him, knowing he’s probably just bored, but his fingers keep on moving around, making your breath hitch slightly.

“Shawn, what do you think you’re doing?” You ask, placing your hand on top of his. He ignores you, partly because he can’t respond, but mainly because he wanted to piss you off. His fingers tangle with yours, until he moves them up your arm. “Shawn?” You repeat, watching as his fingers trace your skin. You pull yourself from under him and turn to face him, watching as his smug grin grows. “What?” You ask.

He pulls out his phone, typing presumably what you thought was what he wanted to say. He sends you a text that simply reads, ‘sex?’ And you feel a laugh escape your lips.

“No!” You yelp, secretly really wanting to agree. His smug suddenly disappears and he throws his head back, mumbling something inaudible. You lean forwards, placing your hands on his thighs, trying your best to wind him up. His head shoots back to face you, his eyes watching your lips intensely. “You are on vocal rest my darling” You whisper against his lips. You hover there for a few moments before kissing his rosy cheek. “And that means you must be silent.” You move your lips to his jaw, slowly nipping at his soft skin by his neck. His head falls down onto your shoulder and his hands find their way to your hips.

“Please” he whispers desperately, his hands now sliding under my shirt. You couldn’t say no. He was to easy to give in to. You pull away and look into his eyes, as they search desperately for an answer in yours.

“I suppose” You grin, watching his smile grow bigger than you could possibly imagine.

He pressed lips against yours desperately. You lean into him, forcing him to lie backwards, cupping his cheeks. His hands are fumbling around your body, searching desperately for your button at the top of your jeans.

Eventually, he manages to remove your jeans, so you decide to do the same. You move yourself so you can remove his skin-tight jeans, pulling them down painfully; If Shawn wasn’t allowed to speak, you were going to make this hell for him.

You slowly start to place your hand over his boxers, making his head roll backwards. You take this opportunity to kiss his jawline, still palming him slowly. He places his head on your shoulder and mumbles something incoherent. You stop suddenly, pulling away.

“What happened to not being allowed to talk?” You smirk, watching his red face crease into a frown. He looks as if you have just taken a puppy off him; his eyes wide and desperate. You carry on, being as slow as possible. Shawn was doing an alright job at keeping quite, just constant shaky breaths and sighing. You would be lying if you said that you weren’t absolutely loving this. Seeing Shawn struggling to keep himself held together was not only funny to watch, but was actually very, very hot.

You can tell that he wants to make some form of noise, but he knew that if he did, you would stop straight away. His plump bottom lip was being help painfully tight by his teeth, looking red and sore. You place your lips on his, stopping him before he actually started biting through them.

'You’re doing so well baby" You whisper against his mouth, knowing that sooner or later he would be thrown over the edge; whether it was the magic that your hand was working, the small talk you were making, or the built up fustration he had boiling up inside.

After a few more moments his head is thrown backwards, his mouth parted slightly. You knew any moment know that he was bound to make a noise whilst orgasming.

“Fuck I can’t do this anymore baby” He croaks, coming completely undone by your touch. You smile to yourself, finishing off.

You lean forwards and kiss his blotchy checks, making his eyes flutter close.

“I love you so much” He mumbles, relaxing against the sofa.

“Shhh, you’ve said enough for today” You respond, resting your head against his heaving chest.

Foggy windows

Originally posted by archibald-andrewss

Archie Andrews x reader

Summary; Someone finds you in a compromising position in a car with Archie

Warnings; cursing, kinda public smut, the basic dirty

A/N; listened to imagine dragons’ believer while writing this to get into the mood😏

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Ficlet Series: Vacation (Yoongi x Reader)

Rated: M (smut, swearing)

Word Count: 2208

Masterpost: Ficlet Series: Vacation

Masterlist

Summary: Yoongi takes you to a special place from his childhood, but the bitter cold weather means his priority quickly changes to warming you up.

A/N: Are you surprised that the first fic out in our new series is Yoongi? If you are, you must be new around here. Please stay and have some tea and biscuits – scrolling through this blog is thirsty work, after all.

If you aren’t, hello old friend! Shall we get to the good stuff?

Originally posted by jeonbase

 Yoongi’s hand is cold in yours as he leads you gently forward.

You stumble slightly and bite back a curse.

“We’re walking on a flat surface,” Yoongi says with a sigh, tightening his grip on your hand.

“I’m not used to being blindfolded like this,” you point out, using your free hand to scratch at the mask on your face.

“Really?” Yoongi says, batting your hand away from the mask with an amused note in his voice. “This is news to me.”

A dark blush creeps into your cheeks. “You know what I mean,” you mutter and he chuckles softly.

Below your feet, smooth, compressed Earth gives way to soft sand and you strain your eyes to see through the dark fabric of the mask.

Where were you?

You catch a whiff of something fresh and salty and the low sound of lapping water reaches your ears.

The beach?

“Okay, stop here,” Yoongi says. He presses your back gently to his chest, entwining his arms around you.

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Live Blog for Game Of Thrones 7x06 "Beyond The Wall"

# Tormund freaking Gendry out making him think that he wants to have sex with him

# “smart people don’t come here looking for the dead” lol Tormund has a point, this is a terrible plan

# Tormund admitting Mance was wrong not to kneel repeating very similar words Dany spoke a couple of episodes ago to Jon

# He was a good man, he deserved a better son :( poor Jorah, you made mistakes but you are now someone he would be proud of

# poor Gendry, stands no chance arguing with the hound

# Jon being a sweetheart and offering his sword to Jorah

# I love Dany’s northern boys bonding :)

# I broke my fathers heart, your killing me Jorah :( 

# “It will serve you well and your children after you” wink wink

# Arya speaking about how unfair it was to be a girl in a man’s world but her father was still proud of her being different, I love that

# God I understand both girls, I know how much they both loved Ned and Arya would have rather died than write that letter but at the same time Sansa was manipulated into believing it was the only way to save her father from being killed so of course she wrote it

# Come now Sansa I know your angry and yes the vale helped win the battle but they would of never won the battle on their own without Jon, Wun Wun, House Mormont and the Wildlings

# “you never would have survived what I survived” neither girls could have survived each others situations and both suffered differently but greatly

# Arya cutting to the root of Sansa’s fear knowing she doesn’t want the northern lords to read her letter

#damn Iceland is beautiful

# Gingers I hate, lol Sandor I wonder if he still thinks of Sansa

# Dick I like it lol

# I want to make babies with her lol

# “does she want to carve you up and eat your liver” “you do know her” lol

# Beric trying to convert Jon to the Lord Of Light and Jon not being interested

# Excuse me Beric, are you saying Jon will never be happy because his being brought back. I hope your bloody wrong

# Tyrion not happy at not being called a hero

# Dany telling Tyrion she’s happy his not a hero because she doesn’t want him to die. Aww :)

# “they all try to outdo each other, who can do the stupidest bravest thing” Dany you too are in that list lol

# Haha Tyrion telling Dany all the heroes fall in love with her and Dany vemently denying it

# “I suppose he stares at you longingly because his hoping for a successful military alliance” omg I love Tyrion

# “his too little for me” lol Dany coming up with lame excuses to deny her feelings

# “I know your brave” aww massive feels

# lol Tyrion and Jamie promising to keep their girls well behaved, like they could

# I’m not sure I’d call Dany impulsive, passionate maybe due to her keeping her emotions bottled up but executing the Tarly’s to me was not impulsive, she didn’t see another option though they could of taken the black but denied it

# Tyrion trying to instruct Dany on the importance of understanding her enemies to better predict them, good advice

# Yep Dany and Tyrion are most definitely going forward with breaking the wheel, I wish we knew the details

# Dany lashing out after Tyrion brings up the very sensitive subject of a heir, Tyrion not realizing how much Dany yearns for a human child in her arms

# god damn those polar bears are terrifying

# someone bloody save Thoros! Go Jorah, poetic The bear kills the wight bear

# Littlefinger you liar

# Sansa stating how shit the northern lords are

# “I don’t know her anymore” that’s sad

# Jorah and Thoros talking about the siege of Pyke and Thoros doesn’t even remember he was so drunk lol

# hey get your hands off Jorah’s throat!

# Damn Jon kicking ass, killing a white walker. Your doing amazing sweetie!

# wow the wildlings are like vampires, kill the sire and the underlings die

# omg shut it up, it’ll get others

# ouch poor Sandor, at least it isn’t a normal zombie otherwise he’d be doomed

# Jon knowing bad shit is about to go down so he orders his new bro Gendry to write his future wife a letter to save them

# Jorah being the first to realize they are on a frozen lake

# Yes fall into the lake you bloody zombies

# Run bloody faster Gendry

# Concerned daddy Davos :)

# Poor Thoros :( 

# Jon taking The Hound’s drink to burn Thoros body lol I see you show putting Jon on a elevated spot to make him look as tall as The Hound ;)

# Jorah being the one to point out the sire white walker dies, the wights he makes die. Damn my brave bear is so smart

# “Daenerys is our only chance” aww

# Beric pointing out if they kill the night king the war will be over

# Sansa gets invited to Kings Landing and is all “hell no, never going back to that dump full of horror again”

# Damn right Sansa, you need to stay and help prepare for the north. I don’t really think Arya or Bran have any desire to manage the north if she left.

# Brienne worrying over Sansa :)

# Sansa being a Braime shipper, I love it

# wouldn’t call Winterfell the safest place Sansa as when the white walkers breach the wall Winterfell will be one of the first places they go

# Sansa being cold to Brienne :( Brienne only wants you to be safe Sansa

# “the most important person in the world can’t fly off to the most dangerous place in the world” so here for protective Tyrion

# omg that dress is so beautiful, best dress I’ve ever seen in game if thrones. The pureness of the white, the almost dragon scales, the vibrant gold down the back and yet still being practical enough to have room to wear riding pants

# Tyrion willing the risk the deaths of Jon/Jorah and co if Dany stays safe

# “If you die, we’re all lost…everyone, everything” :(

# Dany being the impulsive hero she said Jorah and Jon are

# Tyrion on the verge of tears :(

# Sandor you bloody idiot, you just gave your only defense away out of anger

# oh no the lake has completely frozen over :(

# yes Jorah, keep kicking ass

# Jorah saving Jon! :)

# Jon very protective of their captured wight lol

# where the hell are you gonna fall back to Jon your surrounded in the middle of a lake

# come on guys bloody save Tormund

# Yes Sandor the hero, that’s what I’m talking about

# loved Jon’s little spin of his sword

# poor nameless wildling being torn apart by a wight horde while Jon watches

# Jon looks so defeated like his accepted his gonna die :(

# here comes Jon’s wifey with her dragons and epic music

# Wow the graphics of Ice and Fire look so epic, burn them all!

# Dany looking like a beautiful warrior queen atop Drogon

# Jon staring up at Dany in awe

# Jon pushing past all the taller guys like Tormund to get closer to Dany :)

# Jon and Dany reaching for each others hands desperate to touch each other ;)

# All the guys climbing up on Drogon while Jon stays fighting and Jorah calls for him

# omg Sandor impaling the wight on one of Drogon’s spikes lol

# Tormund looks shook staring at Dany

# Dany looking back at Jon, going hurry up bae

# omg No, Viserion screaming in pain as the Night Kings magical staff destroys his insides 😧😧😭😭

# Dany watching her baby fall from the sky and die, not believing what she’s seeing😭😭

# omg Drogon crying and Rhaegal trying to follow Viserion😭😭😭

# Viserion’s beautiful golden eyes closing😭😭😫

# I can’t believe Viserion is dead, he was by far the sweetest. He was the smallest, most gentle dragon who was the most affectionate and in the books didn’t have a desire to hunt like his brothers instead wanted to curl up to his mother and have his belly rubbed😭😭😭😭

# Everyone looking in horror at what happened and Jorah looking at Dany knowing this is destroying her😭😭😭

# Jon turning and fighting in so much anger knowing one Dany’s children are dead and giving the Night King the evil eyes

# Jon knowing they plan on killing more of Dany’s children and willing to sacrifice himself so they can all get away😱😱😭

# Dany watching Jon, someone else she loves going down in the lake😭😭😭

# Dany giving the Night King evil eyes before she gets the hell out of there

# Drogon being smart and learning from field of fire 2.0 to swerve to avoid being hit

# Jorah falling off Drogon before Tormund saves him

# Dany looking down holding back her tears for Jon and Viserion knowing she has too much responsibility to break down😭😭😭

# omg Jon is alive! Go baby, saying that though multiple people have almost drown in this show but none have died

# Benjen saving Jon from certain death with his incredible fire swinging cannon ball

# Jon being so shocked to see his uncle and wanting him to come with him :(

# Jon seemingly watching as Benjen is overrun but with this show who knows😭😭

# Dany looking so crushed but wanting to wait a little longer holding on to a slither of hope that she hasn’t lost two special someone’s she cares for😭😭😭😭😭😭

 #Dany about to leave before the horn blows once and sees Jon on a horse

# Dany looking in horror as Davos and the others strip Jon of his wet clothes showing his black and blue bruised body and all his unhealed scars knowing Davos was right and he really took a knife in a knife in the heart😱😱

# yuck Arya, having a bag full of faces is really unhygienic that’s not what the house of black and white taught you😷😷

# damn Arya, you sure know how to creep the hell out of your sister

# poor Sansa, she doesn’t understand her younger siblings. Bran being the three eyed raven, Arya being a faceless assassin

# Sansa not wanting to play Arya’s game of faces just wanting to know what the hell is going on

# “the world doesn’t let girls decide what they’re going to be” damn that is so true in Westeros😒😒

# Jesus Arya, are you screwing with your sister and playing the game of faces for yourself. I seriously doubt Arya would have any desire to be like Sansa or kill her sister for that matter.

# wow Sansa seriously thought Arya was gonna hurt her

# I wonder how long Dany has been there, with her change of hair and clothes I’m guessing it’s been a few days. Has she been taking shifts or been there the entire time I wonder

# “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” Dany trying to hold back her tears😭😭😭

# oh wow Jon taking her hand wanting to comfort her even though his suffering too😭😍😭😍

# Even though Dany lost her child, she doesn’t regret it knowing she had to see the white walkers for herself😞😖

# “the dragons are my children… They’re the only children I’ll ever have” Dany you are breaking my heart and I hope your wrong😭😭

# “we are going to destroy the night king and his army and we’ll do it together. You have my word” oh Dany your killing me😭😭😭

# “Thank you Dany” damn Jon already starting with the nicknames😏😏

# “how about my queen” omg Jon’s voice is pure sex when he says that. The way his looking at her, that voice no way he means that as just his fealty😍😍😏😏

# “They’ll all come to see you for what you are” omg Jon your killing me😍😭😍😭

# the way slowly puts her hand in his and Jon looks down at their joined hands😍😍😍

# “I hope I deserve it” book/S1 Dany finally coming out and it’s breaking my heart😍😍😭😭😭

# The way Jon is looking at her omg 😍😍

# the way the feelings overwhelm Dany and she tries to pull away but Jon holds on to her tighter omg and just stares into her eyes with so much love 😍😍😍

# Dany knowing right then how they both feel about each other and pulling away and Jon’s look and breath of utter disappointment

# Jon’s heavy breath as he pretends to sleep as Dany composes herself and leaves then his heavy breath as he opens his eyes once she’s gone😍😍😍

# what the hell are they doing to Viserion, let his soul rest in peace😠😠😠

# don’t touch him asshole😠😠

# oh no poor Viserion, his one of them now and the only way I can see this ending is Dany being forced to kill him to let his soul rest like she did with Drogo😭😭😭😵😵

#Viserion deserved better! 😭😭

anonymous asked:

Eggsy x Reader number 17 for the cute shippy thing. I love the way you write him!! Keep up the great work luv :)

“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”

[NICE I love Eggsy!! Thanks so much for all the Eggsy prompts guys <3 Also THANK YOU, Nony! Soooooo much for being so sweet! ;.; You warm my heart soooo many! This one is kinda fluffy and a bit silly, so hope you like it <3

Pairing: Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Words: 1.9

Warning: Cursing! Smutt! But not a lot nothin graphic ;)

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Right now you’re thinking about how you got into this mess, about why this- a fucking storage closet, was the place you two chose to hide. But mostly you’re thinking about all the terribly inappropriate things you want Eggsy to do to you…

You definitely know you shouldn’t be thinking them, but with a jawline like that and a gaze that frequently seemed to be undressing you; it was really hard to stay focused. 

And where you were right now did not help one fucking bit. No, usually being pressed almost chest to chest with hurried breaths parading your chest invoked a different kind of emotion. 

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