your eyebrows are everything

Aesthetics for the Houses

Gryffindor: Sucking on sugar cubes, giggling behind your hand, long car rides with friends, opening windows to let in fresh air, running barefoot through grass, burning your tongue on food that was too hot, the view from tall buildings, the sun warming your skin, doorbells, summer camp, fierce eyeliner and bold lipstick, deep v-necks accessorized with a flirty smile, rough hands and soft hearts, brightly colored cocktails, laughing too hard at a dumb joke, crumpling up paper and throwing it into a trashcan across the room, card games, letting your hair down, opening doors, and skinny dipping.

Ravenclaw: Waking up late on a rainy day, warm coffee on a cold morning, scrunched eyebrows, color-coding everything, bags under your eyes, passing notes to your friends, long fingernails, jumping in puddles, charm bracelets, comfortable silences, orchestras, velvet ribbons, french braids, dark eyelashes, chewing ice cubes, train rides, staring out the window, curling up with a pet, being alone in the forest, the smell of the earth after it rains, staying up late to watch the stars, rearranging your room, biting your tongue, painting your toes different shades, cold glasses, chokers, watching a play, musical compositions, roman numerals, doodling on your hand, and mirrors.

Hufflepuff: Skirts that flow behind you, eyes that sparkle in the light, tea, picking flowers for your mom, laughing so hard you can’t catch your breath, denim shorts and crop tops, forts made out of sheets, pixie cuts, scrunching up your nose, rosy cheeks, freckles across your nose, bohemian tapestries on walls, dancing around the room with friends, apartments with brick walls in the city, sleeping by huge windows, drinking alcohol on rooftops, shirts rolled to the elbows, cute buns, birds sitting on telephone wires, fogged up glass, strumming a guitar, smiling so much that your cheekbones ache, climbing tall trees, contagious laughter, Polaroid pictures, and mosaics with colored glass.

Slytherin: Raising one eyebrow, martinis, marble statues, soft fur blankets on leather couches, tapping your fingernails against a hard surface, perfectly winged eyeliner, sly smirks, champagne flutes, pencil skirts, footprints in fresh snow, tree houses, wandering around the city at night, quotes that describe you perfectly, black and white photography, french perfume, black silk, lingerie, combing wet hair, proving people wrong, shopping with your best friends, mint leaves, keeping a diary, silver rings, staying up all night, black coffee, hand mirrors, little black dresses, pine trees, vanilla scented candles, mascara, stone walls, leather jackets and red lipstick, wine corks, and photo albums.

our little family pt.3 | jimin

Originally posted by minblush

Pairing: Father! Jimin + Reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst + parent au

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary: You were just a pre-school teacher, a simple dream that came true as you always adored children. But what you didn’t know, was how one child and her very special father would change you dream forever.

Parts: 1 2 3

Reader’s POV

“Ms.L/N!!”

Looking up from your phone, your lips tilted up into a warm smile as you saw a familiar face enter the room, as she slightly skipped, swinging her lunchbox in one hand.

“Jieun-ah!!” you cheered as you made your way to her, pinching her cheeks softly as you cooed, “How’s my little girl been?”

Giving you a big smile, one that reached all the way up to her round eyes, she gave you a thumbs up and grinned, “I’m great! Daddy and I even got another dog for Charlie so that he wouldn’t be alone anymore.”

Laughing slightly, you remarked, “Well isn’t that sweet of you to do!! By the way, where’s your Daddy, did he not drop you off–?”

“Her Daddy is right here.” a voice said teasingly as you looked up, scoffing a little as Jimin winked at you playfully. Your eyes quickly wandered to the cut on his lip, which to your surprise had seemed to be healing, making you sigh in relief.

Getting up, you patted Jieun’s back and motioned her to go and put away her stuff in her cubby before walking up to Jimin. Motioning to his face, you said softly, “You’re looking better. How did you manage to explain this to Jieun?”

Jimin chuckled as his eyes fell on his little girl who was humming along to a random tune as she walked around the classroom, mindlessly.

“I told her that when she was asleep, her dad went on a mission to save a princess from an evil man, and then got hurt in the fight.” he said as his eyes flickered back to you, making you flush lightly at his words that made your heart flutter.

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Stay With Me

Request: “Draco x reader. They have been dating since third year. Draco wants their first time to be perfect. Very fluffy but smutty too”

Summary: Emotions run wild when the first sign of abuse between Draco and his father appear. He wanted to leave immediately after, so you helped him do just that. When the two of  you arrived back in your dorm, Draco knew that he’d never let you go, whether his father wanted him to or not. You two talked, and it was the kind of talk that persuaded you to take action. Tonight was the night you would lose your virginity to Draco Malfoy, your one and only prince.

Pairing: Draco x Reader

Universe: Harry Potter

Word Count: 3,898

Warnings: Smutty. ;)

A/N: This is the first imagine I have written in a long time on here and I’m so sorry for going incognito on all of you. I’ll try and get back on track soon, but for now, enjoy this. ;) love ya’ll! x

The room was silent, air tense and uncomfortable. It wasn’t the first time you had dinner at the Malfoy Manor, and it surely wasn’t the first time you had harsh insults about you from Lucius Malfoy, but the words never failed to send a pang to your chest every time you heard them.

You had met Draco your first year of Hogwarts, and to say you two hated each other was an understatement. Especially when you had been sorted into Gryffindor.

However, when third year rolled around, you and Draco had grown into a different type of relationship, one with large smiles and teasing remarks here and there. Draco had been the first one to express his emotions towards you by bringing you to the Astronomy Tower in the middle of night when he found you studying in the library. He had planted a soft kiss upon your lips unexpectedly, as you were about to speak.

From then on, you and Draco were inseparable. And Lucius Malfoy didn’t approve in the slightest.

“Father, please! It’s been two years-” Draco tried to defend you, but his father had interrupted him. slamming his hand on the table and silencing his son.

“How dare you talk back to me! I am your father, you listen to me!” Lucius had finally snapped, standing up and wrapping his hand around Draco’s throat. A scream erupted from both Narcissa’s and your mouth as Draco’s body was slammed against the wall.

“Lucius, don’t!” Narcissa screamed, trying to pry Lucius away from his son.

Knowing any words from you would just make the situation worse, you placed your hand on Draco’s shoulder to let him know you were there. He groaned and closed his eyes, his father’s fingers tightening unbearably around his esophagus. There was nothing you nor Draco’s mother could do. Lucius would let go when he wanted to let go.

Moments felt like hours until Lucius finally loosened his grip, Draco’s chest tightening as he took a huge gasp for air, immediately reaching for you. You immediately enveloped him in your arms, knowing something like this highly affected him already. He wanted to leave, you could sense it. So you sent Narcissa a small nod, avoiding Lucius completely, before making your way out of Malfoy Manor and into the cold night air.

“It’s okay, Draco. We’re leaving.” You whispered, caressing his cheek in comfort.

He nodded and watched as you pulled your wand out of your pocket. You waved it in the air, and immediately, you and Draco and had disapparated, reapperating in your dorm room. Draco looked around and spotted the bed, immediately ripping the covers off and snuggling underneath.

You furrowed your eyebrows, everything that just happened still processing in your mind, but you couldn’t completely subside the anger in your blood until you heard the broken crack in Draco’s voice as he called you over.

“Come here, love. Please…” He whispered, reaching out for your arm. He managed to get a hold of your elbow, just enough to pull you onto the bed with him.

You sighed, avoiding his gaze and cuddling into his chest.

“That wasn’t meant to happen.” You whispered. your voice wavering against your own will. All you could see was the fear in Draco’s eyes as his father began to get violent. It was utterly terrifying. “I was so scared of what he would do to you.”

Draco wound his arms around you, rubbing circles into your spine. It was relaxing, but the nerves in the pit of your stomach had not disappeared.

“It’s alright, Y/N. He wasn’t going to hurt me.”

You could tell he was lying by the sudden shake in his hand. You shook your head.

“He was. He was going to hurt you, and he would have done it because of me. Because even the slightest thought of me being there for you longer than he would like angered him so much that he would hurt you. And he would’ve done it because of me-”

“Nonsense!” Draco pulled away, looking into your eyes. “If he were to really hurt me, he would lay a hand on you, because nothing will hurt me more than losing the love of my life. Nothing would affect me more than having to bear the thought of living without you, without the only part of me that hasn’t been corrupted by blood and nightmares and destinies I never asked for. Me, right here, this is my destiny. Me, beside you. That… that is my destiny.”

Your lip began to quiver, his words reaching your heart in tons. You reached up to weave your fingers through his hair, pushing his head against yours and connecting your lips with his. It wasn’t the first time you and Draco kissed, and it surely would not be the last, but this kiss was different. This kiss was passionate, filled with love and desire and destiny all in one. You and Draco were meant for each other. Nothing would separate the two of you.

“Y/N.” Draco muttered against your lips as you had suddenly climbed atop of him, your hands moving down to the hem of his shirt.

You pulled away from him in question, furrowing your eyebrows. His thumb brushed gently against your cheek, his eyes showing nothing but concern.

“Before we get ahead of ourselves-” You already knew everything he was going to say, so you immediately cut him off.

“Don’t worry…” You whispered against his jaw, sucking softly onto the skin. Draco sighed at the feeling. “I want this.”

Draco’s eyes suddenly widened, and he pulled away and cupped your cheeks, looking straight into your eyes.

“This is big, Y/N.” You nodded, knowing what you were getting yourself into. But it was worth it. Draco was worth it.

“I know, Draco.” You averted your eyes, your hands going to the hem of his jeans.

Draco had other plans as he pushed your hands away and flipped you so you were lying under him, catching your attention and cupping your cheek.

“Are you sure?” He asked softly, placing his forehead against yours.

You gave him a small smile, the nerves in the pit of your stomach suddenly growing. But you were sure you wanted this. You wanted it more than anything in that moment, and nothing was going to stop you. Not even Draco’s father.

“Yes.”

That was all Draco needed before softly planting his lips onto yours, his hands flat beside your head to prevent his weight from crushing you. This kiss was more intense, hands roaming everywhere. You stopped at the belt buckle of his jeans, slightly hesitating, causing Draco to pull away.

Was this okay? Were you starting this off all wrong?

Draco noticed your eyes, and as if being able to read your mind, he whispered softly through the warm air in the room, “It’s okay, love. Keep going.”

You nodded, your hands fumbling with his belt. You were so nervous that you couldn’t even unbuckle it. Your cheeks began to burn as a soft chuckle escaped Draco’s lips, his hands covering yours and guiding you.

He looked back up at you as you got the hang of it, a loving smile on his lips. “Relax, Y/N. You know I’d never hurt you. You have nothing to worry about.”

“I know.” You insisted before finally pushing his jeans down, Draco helping by kicking them off to the side of the room.

Draco went back to peppering kisses upon your lips, his mouth roaming to your neck. His hands slid up to your waist, and he tugged on the bottom of your shirt, signalling that he wanted it off.

You took the hint, immediately sitting up and removing your shirt so that you were now just in your bra and skinny jeans. You rushed to get your jeans off, and Draco followed by removing his shirt. Draco smiled softly, keeping his eyes on yours the whole time, not once ever looking anywhere else in fear of intimidating you. You noticed his actions and smiled comfortably.

He was so considerate and sweet, it was almost unbearable.  

You and Draco were now just in your undergarments, and Draco began to pepper kisses against your chest. You sighed, running your hands through his hair as he sucked on the skin right above your breasts.

Draco looked up at you, his eyes now a dark blue under the moonlight that peaked through the curtains of the room. Luckily you didn’t share a dorm with anyone, so you didn’t need to fear anyone walking in on you. Draco didn’t worry about a thing, just focusing on different ways to please you.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered against your stomach, stamping dark blue marks into your skin, making sure they will be there in the morning to remind you of this night.

Your cheeks flushed as you heard the rasp in his voice, the endearing tone clogging your senses. His right hand slipped under your back, and you arched up from the bed so he could unclasp your bra. You let him remove the white, lacy bra from your chest, freeing your breasts. You were so glad you decided to wear nice lingerie tonight.

Draco groaned at the sight above him, removing his lips from your stomach. He moved up your body, his hands close to your breasts. He looked up at you in question.

“Go ahead, Draco. We’re not stopping now.” You urged him, placing your hands over his and setting them on your breasts. He took a minute to process what was happening before beginning to rub gently, your breath hitching in your throat. He massaged you for a bit before deciding to put his mouth to good use, his lips wrapping around your left nipple and suckling it into his mouth.++

A soft moan escaped your lips, your hands slamming against the bed and body arching into his touch. His eyes fluttered closed at the sound, twirling his tongue around your nipple and flicking softly. You gasped, gripping the bed sheets and squirming underneath him. Draco removed his hand from your right breast, replacing it with his mouth and repeating his attack.

Your breath began to quicken. If he was effecting you just by this, you could only wonder how you would feel when the real thing started.

“D-Draco.” You called, catching his attention, his mouth making a popping sound as he removed his lips from your breasts.

“I-Is this okay? Was I too harsh? D-Did I do something wrong?”

You shook your head at him, bringing him to you and sharing a feverish kiss. He sighed against your mouth, his hands massaging your hips, rubbing gentle circles over the bones.

“I want more. I want it now.” You whispered, only slightly startling Draco by your words.

He pulled away from you, freezing. “A-Are you sure? I-I don’t wanna start something you might regret.”

You immediately shook your head, caressing his cheek and running your fingers through his hair. “I’d never regret this, Draco. I trust you more than anyone. Please?”

Draco eyed you for a moment, just in case he sensed any hesitation, but he found nothing. So he nodded, looking between your bodies.

“I-It’s gonna hurt… but I just want you to know that I’m here when it does, and that you can tell me to stop. Just say the word and I’ll stop everything. Okay? Can you promise me that?”

You smiled softly, nodding. “I promise, Draco.”

One last reassuring nod, and Draco’s fingers began slip under your panties. He stopped for a moment, looked up at you in question to which you assured him, and slipped them off and down your legs.

You were now completely bare in front of Draco, and his eyes twinkled in admiration. Slowly, he opened your legs and bit his lip at the sight of your already wet pussy. You noticed this and subconsciously closed your legs tightly, to which angered Draco.

“Don’t.” he insisted, pushing them apart again and rubbing circles on your inner thigh. You were utterly beautiful to Draco, and he didn’t want you hiding yourself from him. You didn’t have to, and he wanted you to know that.

He bent down to place a feather kiss upon your knee, slowly trailing up to where he was kissing your inner thigh. Your breath caught in your throat the closer he got to your core, and you waited in anticipation for when he finally did. But he never did, for his kisses completely passed exactly where you needed him to your other thigh.

“D-Draco. Don’t be such an arse. Either give me what I want, or stop playing and let’s get to business.” You demanded, threading your fingers through his hair as you felt him smirk against your skin.

“Anything to make you happy, princess.” Draco chuckled before finally placing his lips against your core.

You gasped loudly, tightening your grip in his hair and squirming. He placed a hand over your stomach to hold you down as his tongue began to assault you, tracing figure eights against your clit.

“F-Fuck!” You yelped as he traced his tongue between your folds, his thumb replacing his mouth over your clit, putting pressure there.

You could already feel the pit of your stomach tightening, but it was too soon. Too, too soon. It couldn’t happen just yet, you needed to hang in there.

But it felt so good.

“Love.” Draco called for you, calling for your attention. You looked down, watching him do things you’d never think could feel so good.

Which is exactly why you groaned in frustration when Draco removed his mouth from your pussy, slowly licking his lips.

“W-What is it, Draco?” You stuttered, hardly able to concentrate on your words, but you somehow managed to get a full sentence out.

“I-I can do something else. S-Something that will really pleasure you, but it might hurt and feel odd at first. I need your permission. I won’t do it if you don’t feel comfortable with it.”

You already had a feeling for what he was talking about, and your stomach tightened even more in anticipation. You nodded quickly, wanting to experience the whole package.

Draco took your nod as a yes, and reconnected his mouth with your clit, causing a harsh gasp to escape your lips. The hand that was massaging your clit just moments before moved from above your body to between your legs.

Draco placed a quick kiss on your inner thigh before going back to your pussy and gently tracing your hole with his index finger.

You hissed, digging your hands in the sheets. Incoherent words escaped your lips as Draco began to push his index finger into you, and you threw your head back in pleasure.

Loud moans escaped your lips, and you thank the Lord the walls at Hogwarts were as thick as the wall of China in that moment.

Draco watched as your body arched off the bed, his briefs tightening against his dick uncomfortably. He needed some kind of pressure as he curled his finger into your g-stop and a scream belted from your throat, so he began to grind his hips into the bed.

A moan echoed from his throat, sending vibrations against your core, your breath catching in your throat and your grip tightening on the sheets.

You looked down to see Draco grinding against the bed, and you reached to tap his head, signaling him to stop.

He pulled away from you with a pop, slowly removing his finger from you and locking it clean.

“Come here.” You commanded, grabbing his chin and giving him a sloppy kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. You moaned against his mouth, wrapping your legs around his waist and rotating your hips.

Draco instantly groaned, his mouth dropping open at the action. You might have been a virgin, but you were highly skilled in rotating your hips. Draco knew that when he first saw you dance at the winter ball earlier on in the year.

But he never knew you’d be this good.

His head dropped into the crook of your neck, his lips peppering hickey’s upon hickey’s on the skin as you continued to rub your bare core against him.

You could feel him harden almost immediately, and you smiled triumphantly as you listened to the groans that his escaped his mouth every time you managed to rub yourself against him.

“Y-Y/N… Bloody hell.” He moaned, grinding his hips against yours roughly.

You ran your hand through his hair and pulled, igniting a growl from the back of his throat. You the your head back at the sound, giving Draco more access to your neck.

“Fuck it.” He said before pulling away and removing his briefs, his dick springing out and slapping against his stomach, obviously aching. “I can’t take this anymore.”

You gulped at the size of him. You knew Draco had a good size to him, but the real thing was completely shocking.

Would he even fit inside you?

Draco noticed the questionable stare, and he pinched your chin between his thumb and index finger, making you look him in the eyes.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, my love. We can stop here, if you’d like.” His accent was thick and raspy, definitely a turn on.

You looked back down at his dick, noticing the dark pink color, a bit of precum leaking from the tip. It looked as if he was almost in pain. You couldn’t leave him like that. And besides… You wanted this.

“No.” You said firmly, wrapping your legs back around him, his dick slapping against your thigh, causing you to gasp lightly.

Draco smiled. You were just so cute.

“I want this, and I know you want it too. So let’s do it.” You said before wounding your arms around his neck, nerves coursing through your veins.

Draco’s deep-sea blue orbs bored into yours before he nodded softly, placing a kiss on your temple.

“Give me your hands.” He held his weight above you by his elbows, opening his hands for you.

You furrowed your eyebrows, but obeyed him, intertwining your fingers with his before he pushed your hands against the bed and steadied himself above you.

“Now, this is gonna feel painful at first, but I need you to trust me. Now more than anything. But when you start feeling pain, just squeeze my hands, okay, Love? As hard as you need to, just squeeze. I promise I’ll try not to hurt you.”

Your eyes burned already. He cared so much for you, he always did from the moment you two met, but you never knew just how much until now.

This was a very special moment, a moment you won’t ever forget for the rest of your life. And you were finally ready to accept it.

“I love you, Draco.” You whispered, your voice wavering and a tear slipping down your cheek.

Draco immediately wiped away the tear, a smile making its way upon his lips.

“I love you so much, my love. More than anything.” He pecked your lips a few times before adjusting himself against your hole.

You felt him rub against you, shifting underneath his weight.

“Ready?” Draco whispers against your ear, placing soft kisses beneath your earlobe.

You nodded against him, your voice already fighting against you. But Draco knew what you meant, so he slowly pushed himself inside of you.

Instantly, you winced and cried against his shoulder, your fingers tightening around his hands. The pain was excruciating, almost highly unbearable.

Draco was afraid to move as he felt a wetness upon his cheek, knowing you were crying. Slight whimpers escaped your mouth and his heart broke at the sound.

“M-Maybe I should-” Draco began to pull out, but you winced and stopped him.

“N-No! Stop! Just- Just move. Please!” You begged, digging your nails into Draco’s knuckles as he began to thrust slowly in and out of you.

He was afraid to fully remove himself from your core, but sooner or later, the pain subsided and turned into pleasure. Your cries of pain were now soft cries of pleasure as Draco thrusted softly, still fearing that if he went any faster, he might hurt you.

“Draco…” You removed one of your hands from his, placing it on his back and squeezing. “F-Faster. Please.”

Draco obliged to you commands, creating a steady pace inside of you, hitting a certain spot every time that made your roll your eyes to the back of your head.

You dug your nails into his back and dragged your hand down, leaving like red scratch marks against his pale, milky skin. Draco grunted, snapping his hips faster.

“Fuck, princess, you feel so good.” Draco moaned, placing his lips upon yours and sharing a rough kiss. “So, so good.” he mumbled against your mouth.

You moaned into his mouth, gasping when a sudden snap of his hips hit a spot that made your legs go weak. He had found your g-spot, and continued to create the same movements, watching as you screamed and the your head back, your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

Sweat began to coat both of your body’s and the only sounds in the room were the slapping of skin, both of your moans, and the creaking of the bed.

Pressure began to build in the pit of your stomach again, and you knew you were close to orgasming. You dragged your nails against Draco’s back once more before trying to create a coherent sentence.

“D-Draco- OH! Fuck, I’m so close!” Draco’s hips snapped faster, his thrusts becoming sloppy.

You felt his dick twitch inside of you, and you knew he was close to finishing too.

“I know, my love. Me too. Come with me, Y/N.” Draco suddenly slipped his hands between your bodies, placing his thumb over your clit and putting pressure.

He rubbed in fast circles, and you screamed, arching your back off of the bed, your orgasming hitting you like a pile of bricks. The sensation of you clenching your walls around Draco’s member sent him over the edge, his dick pulsing once more before he emptied his load inside of you.

You both rode out your highs, Draco thrusting lazily inside of you before slowly pulling out, causing you to wince.

He plopped down beside you on the bed, completely exhausted. You turned to your side, slightly wincing at the pain between your legs, and faced Draco, noticing a lazy smile on his lips.

“What is it?” You asked, tracing your finger over his chest.

A deep chuckle resonated from his chest, the sound vibrating against your ear as you placed your head upon his chest.

You listened to his heart beat before hearing him whisper something.

His voice sounded light, but his words held a deeper meaning. He knew a storm was brewing and he just needed to be reassured of one thing before the storm finally arrived.

“I love you, Y/N. More than anything. And whatever happens… just promise me you’ll stay with me. Promise me you’ll stay with me and never give up on me. Can you promise me that, my love?”

You nodded against his chest, a lazy smile on your lips.  “Always, Draco.”

When They Wake Up Next To You

{g osh my body B U R N S for this request thank you and everything you’ve done ever}

This was a request from @alteaplier I had lost the original ask for it but it has finally been finished!! Hope you enjoy it may be a bit cheesy and sappy but I L I V E for that ~~~~~~~~~~~ [Shiro]

•you and him totally fell asleep holding one another, but your back is against his (godly) chest

•when he wakes up and rubs his crusty eyelids and can actually see you clearly, he’s already setting up a thanksgiving dinner just for an excuse to thank whoever is up there something extra

•it’s only now does he realize he’s awake really early, probably around 2 or 3AM

•it’s only when he feels how sticky he is with sweat and how he’s breathing quite heavily does he realize he woke up from a nightmare that he’s glad he forgot

•and that’s also when he realizes that you’re face and just the fact you are alive and well and breathing was the reason he forgot so quickly

is very hesitant to reach for your face because he feels that it may be a dream that you’re there, and when he touches you…

•you’ll disappear

•once he touches your cheek and nothing happens, he lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding and just laughs

•(oh go sh k i l l me) he leans in and kisses the top of your forehead and then light pulls you closer to him

•kinda feels like crying because you’re so pure and full of love and thinks you don’t deserve him because he feels he isn’t “to your standards” and is imperfect

•but then he swipes that from his mind because if he had said that out loud and you were awake to hear it you would probably smack the back of his head or start crying (+ a long lecture about why he’s perfect the way he is, even if he bites into ice cream) there’s no in between

•falls asleep easily and dreams of something a lot better than usual

[Lance]

•definitely woke up because you turned toward him

•opens his eyes and just smiles but not like a H U G E grin, just, a smile showing he is content and pleased and, happy. yeah, happy.

•the both of you are in his room in the castle, he’s facing toward the wall with his back to the window.

•the way the light pours in, and rests ever so gently upon your face absolutely blows him away

•you know those times when you just think, and realize wow, I’m actually seeing this with my own two eyes, I am living and breathing and my internal body can do wonders beyond the minds of others. That’s what’s happening.

•he’s seeing you, and truly you, in front of him, where your only worries are your dreams and whether they are good or bad

•just the way the light is on you, and his shoulder casts a shadow on it as well, makes him feel so breathtaken (that’s a word right?) and he has no idea why

•rubs his thumb against your cheek and just shuts his eyes slowly and takes it in. Your feel, your smell, everything.

•kisses your forehead, nose, cheeks, eyelids, eyebrows, that one very obvious freckle on your face that you clearly despise because of how obvious it is but he just loves it

•I’m getting sappy and I want to cry pls end me

•bruv you open your eyes at the right time and he just sees how beautiful your eyes are with the light on them like that and he just rolls onto his back

•goes “ok woah who gave you permission! Certainly not me!”

•God could he get used to this though.

[Keith]

•I feel like he wouldn’t have known you were sleeping with him in the first place

•he probably had some nightmare and you happened to be awake to hear it happening and your mom instincts came on and you went in his room right away

•his head was under your chin, so when he woke up he was really confused and gently pulled back

•sees you and is just so confused for several minutes

•like, “what? when did u get here? why?”

•100% believes he doesn’t deserve you

•although he believes that, he still cherishes you and doesn’t try to bring you down by telling you how he feels about your relationship with him

•I feel he’s the one to wake you up, whether it’s an accident or on purpose.

•maybe he pushes you lightly and whispers your name a few times and it’s all just so he could thank you politely and properly

•or he noticed how your hair was stuck under your eyelashes and your mouth and he has super short nails so he accidentally pinches you grabbing them

•totally laughs if that’s the case like I’ll fight you on this

•you: “keith ow wtf”

•keith: pffffffffttttttttfffffff

[Hunk]

•omg please my pure chil d I love him sm

•OKAY ALL THE OTHER ONES SO FAR ALL LIKE KISSES ON THE FACE BUT IMMA TELL YOU NOW THAT HUNK DOESNT DO JUST THAT

•holds your hands

•rubs his hands up the sides of your arms and on your waist

•just, gosh my breathing is slowing down and now its speeding up and I can see every math equation

•already knows he’s gonna make you some B O M B A S S b-fast and even if you don’t like it he’ll make it better!

•besides that, he almost cried and he’s just like “ohmygodjdbbd hhhhhhhhhffffff I love you”

•let’s say he has a camera on him, 99.9999999% chance he’ll take a photo of you no matter the flash

•you’ll probably wake up and be like ok tf

•he just looks at you, gently pulls you to him with his hand on the back of your head and kisses your forehead, then rests his own against it

••you’re probably blown away because he’s so wholesome and sweet especially so early in the morning where souls are still asleep

•tells you to go back to sleep

•if u do he’ll play with your hair and if you don’t he’ll play with your hair

•coran walks in at one point and hunk just fukcing stares him in the eyes and coran puts his hands up and backs out “ok ok ok ok ok o-”

[Pidge]

•as soon as I saw this request I had Pidge’s planned out RIGHT away

•ok so basically, pidge is designing a new robot that can help create fabrics and new clothes for everyone in the castle, for when they don’t have the time to borrow some from Coran or Allura or go to a Space Mall

•you watch as her brain works through everything and her fingers are moving so quickly as she pieced together each and every intricate part of the robot

•you end up falling asleep on her shoulder and she doesn’t realize until she herself starts drifting off so you both fall asleep against the side of her bed

•allura happens to be checking on you and asks Shiro to help the both of you into the bed

•when Pidge wakes up not only is she confused, she’s also worried

•you two had stayed up so late, that there’s no doubt it’s really late into the afternoon, but when she realizes it’s not, and she must’ve woke up randomly, she sighs in relief

•she kisses your forehead and just continues to look at you

•touch your face again? Never. she didn’t want to risk waking you, or stirring you to the point that you roll over

•everything was perfect, almost all stress was gone from her

•her last thought before falling asleep is “I hope we find Matt soon, alive and well, so he can meet the person that makes me truly feel and truly love.”

•most likely whispers I love you or holds your hand before falling into a lovely slumber

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requested by anon
gif cr to the owner

You lie in bed together with Jughead. You were playing some video games whole afternoon.
What are we going to do now?”
“I don’t know. What would you like to do, (Y/N)?” Jughead asks, looking at you.
“Maybe we could cuddle a little?” You smile at him with a hope in your eyes.
Jug sighs but he hugs you.
“What was that?”
“What do you mean?”

“That sigh. You don’t want to cuddle with me, Jug?” You look at him.
“No, that’s not it I… I’m just confused. That’s everything.”
“Confused?” You raise your eyebrows. “Why are you confused? Jughead, if you don’t have mood for this, just tell me. I’ll be okay with that.”
“Okay.” Jug sighs again. “I just… I just don’t want to cuddle today. I’m not in the mood. Sorry.” He sits straight. “Maybe I should go home…”

You want to cry. You don’t understand to Jug’s acting. “Do you… Do you have a girlfriend?”
“No.” Jughead answers your question but his voice is so cold.
“Why are you acting like that? You know you can talk with me about everything.”
“Probably.” He just shrugs, packing his things. “I have to go home.”
“So you have a girlfriend.”
“No fuckin’ way, (Y/N)! Could you stop with that shit?” Jughead looks at you. You can see he’s angry.
“Well then, we don’t have to talk anymore!” You shout at him. Your  tears are slowly falling down by your cheeks now. You’re so sorry about this situation. You’ve never been in this situation with Jughead.

Oh no, don’t cry, (Y/N).” Jughead sits next to you. He hugs you tightly, giving you a little kiss to the top of your head. You hug him back, trying to stop crying but it’s impossible for you now. “So, what’s wrong with me, Jug? If you don’t like me, we don’t have to be friends.”
“(Y/N), stop with this.” He’s quiet for a while what makes you even more nervous. “I’m… I’m just sorry for this. I didn’t want to get to this situation. The things is…” He sighs, looking at you. He grabs your head to force you to look at him. “The reason why I’m so confused is that… I feel like you’re more than a friend for me. Those sleepovers and cuddling and everything… I just realized I love you. I’ve never felt anything like this before. To anyone. That’s why I’m so nervous and confused. And since you’re my only friend, I was scared you’ll not like me back, you know.”

#264: He Catches You Checking Out One Of The Boys

A/N:

I love when you request something and I instantly fall in love with, especially when it comes to the things being reversed, Y/N getting jealous and doing other stuff that you would normally write the boys about… If that makes sense I’m just rambling aha

Requested: Yes //  Find my Masterlist here

Luke:

“You’d like some coffee?” You questioned even though you had no idea how the machine was working. You had been standing in front of it for ten minutes now trying to make it work, you had filled it with fresh pressed beans and water but nothing seemed to happen. “Of course.” He replied and plugged in the machine so it was ready to start, looking over at you with a teasing smile by your lack of skills to make it work. “You know I’m gonna blame the weather, the sun has barely shined yet.” You mumbled and placed the on button you had been almost harassing by pressing on it so many times. The sound of coffee being mixed was sweet music to your eyes and you looked over your shoulder when Calum showed into the kitchen as well. “Morning.” His voice was raspy and because of his hangover he wasn’t wearing anything else but his brief boxers. You stood for a second trying to sink in what was happening and when he stood beside you he smiled softly and coughed away the raspy morning voice he had. “There’s definitely too much to see.” Luke suddenly commented from your behind and with one swift movement he placed his hands in front of your eyes, starting to back you away from Calum and the coffee machine. “I see you be looking at him.” He whispered in your ear. “I wasn’t looking.” You couldn’t avoid the giggle, holding your hands on top of his.

Calum:

“And to that I replied-, Y/N are you even listening to what I have to say?” You froze out of your spot once Calum suddenly started to wave a hand in front of your face, trying to see if he could get some sort of reaction. He had been talking about an incident this morning at the reception to the hotel you were currently staying at, something he thought was very interesting but you were barely listening. You stood with your towel wrapped around you, the wind was cold but with Calum’s secure arm around you, you weren’t freezing. “Is it just me or has Luke really worked out his muscles lately?” You questioned out of the blue, you weren’t sure if it was in your mind or out loud but when you saw Calum’s reaction you realized it was reality. “Well he has been working out a lot lately but it’s nothing compared to me.” He quickly removed the t-shirt he was wearing and showed his golden brown skin, an almost desperate expression on his face to grab your attention instead. You looked away from Luke to see Calum flex his muscles more than he usually did, doing everything in his power to impress you. “You know I always have eyes for you only.” You giggled and wrapped your arms around him just to prove that you meant it, seeing him give Luke one last glare before he kissed you on the forehead happily.

Michael:

“Y/N could you get me one of the plectrums? I think I lost one.” He yelled over the loud music after having searched through his pockets for one but failed. He was sure he had one but after scanning everything he possibly had there was no doubt he had lost it. He furrowed his eyebrows confused when he didn’t get a single respond from you, you weren’t standing that far away but the sound from Ashton’s drumming was filling the whole arena. He was sitting behind the drum kit without a shirt on, sweat drippling down from his flexed biceps. You weren’t supposed to stand there and just watch but you were somehow so amazed by how he was looking you couldn’t help it. It wasn’t always Michael brought you for help but now you realized why. Michael looked down at the amp he was sitting on top that was connected with Ashton’s drum kit and with one pull he managed to turn everything off. Ashton didn’t take notice at all but by the sudden sound of everything not being so loud you could sense that someone searched for your attention. “Hello.” Michael yelled and waved his hand once Ashton’s drumming wasn’t as loud anymore and finally got your attention. “Boyfriend over here requires love and help.” You blinked twice by the sound of his voice, your jaw dropping and a deep blush came to your cheeks but you could tell that he wasn’t mad, just being the typical tease.

Ashton:

“How about this one?” Michael questioned and looked over his shoulder to see your reaction. You furrowed your eyebrows and scanned his body, trying to see if everything seemed to match. He had been the one to ask what he should wear for tonight and since you were the only one who seemed to be able to help you stepped up. “Not the jacket. Maybe you should go for leather instead.” You gave him one last glance up and down before leaning back in your chair and settled with your opinion. He always looked better when he was in leather especially for shows like these. “Sure thing.” He replied and took off his jacket to change it into something else. Meanwhile Ashton came into the room as well with a few clothes to try himself. But with your eyes focused on Michael to make sure that it seemed correct and meanwhile also checking him out in the mirror Ashton furrowed his eyebrows confused. He looked down at his clothes first but then he decided to drop it on the table next to him and took a seat right on top of you. “Oh I’m sorry, blocking the view?” He asked with a hint of jealousy and leaned his face closer to yours. “You’re heavy.” You answered instead and tried to breath but he seemed determined and didn’t want to remove from your lap. “I just thought you needed to look at something prettier.” He hummed and kissed your lips for a quick moment.

Inconclusive

“Hi! Can you write one where you and Jax recently broke up and one day you see Jax taking Ima to his dorm at a club party and you go home and later try to move on from him, but Jax finds out then gets jealous and tries to win you back? I’m sorry if it’s too long. It’s okay if you don’t want to write it! Thank you!”

“This is a bad idea, Chibs.” you warn, pulling at your black lace crop top, a pair of leather shorts showing off your shapely legs. Chibs takes a final drag from his cigarette, dropping it on the floor and putting it out with his boot.

“He misses you, lass, and I can tell you miss him.” You can’t deny his words, these past two weeks being the hardest ones of your life. “You look amazing, sweetheart. If he doesn’t take you home, I sure will.”

Smiling, you gently bump your shoulder with the Scot’s, thanking him silently. “Alright, I’ll take your word for it.”

“Thatta’ girl. Come on, let’s get you a drink.” Chibs throws his arm around your shoulders, leading you up the lot and into the clubhouse, party in full swing. You smile at the croweaters that catch your eye on the way in, them returning the smile and waving kindly at you.

While Chibs gets you and him a drink, you scan the room, not sure how to feel when you don’t spot your ex boyfriend. Tig grins when he sees you, pushing the lady off his lap and walking over to you, throwing his arms around you. “If it isn’t my favourite girl.”

“Hi, Tiggy. Sorry I haven’t been around, everything is a bit of a mess right now.” you explain, his eyes slightly glassy as he watches you, the smell of whisky lingering heavily on him. You’ve always gotten on well with the other MC members, the older ones and younger ones all treating you like family.

“Don’t sweat it, doll, just glad to see you.” He places a sloppy kiss on your cheek, before going back to his woman of the night, sadness covering you as you realise how much you miss this club. The atmosphere, the people, the family. You knew that if you didn’t get this shit sorted with Jax, you’d probably never have it again.

“Here ya are, love. Get that down ya.” You take the beer from Chibs, taking a few swigs, the cold liquid fizzy as it passes down your throat.

You’re listening to Chibs flirt with some croweater when your gaze is pulled to the other side of the room, Jax entering from the apartments. It’s always been the same with him, a magnetic pull that somehow tells you when he’s around. It’s surreal, but he must feel it too, his eyes instantly breathing you in, surprise evident on his face.

You just stare at him, not knowing how he’s going to react. Is he going to be pissed that you’re here? Glad that you’ve come back for him? Upset?

Your questions are quickly answered, Ima surfacing from the same place Jax did, her hands pulling at her shirt, that famous fucking smirk on her face.

Her arms slip around his waist, him being pulled out of his trance. She leans up, whispering into his ear, his eyes remaining on you the whole time. Your heart feels like it’s literally breaking, regret written all over your ex lovers face as you crumble in front of him. He doesn’t correct it though, letting Ima pull his face to hers, her lips claiming his in a messy fashion.

“I think I’m gonna be sick.” you whisper, slamming your half drunken beer on the bar and storming out, leaving a very confused Chibs by himself. He looks across the room as you leave, noticing the very reason for your upset. Shaking his head at his younger brother, he turns his back on him, letting him know just how he feels without even saying a word.

It’s been three months since that dreaded day. The day you lost the last shred of hope you had left for your broken relationship, for the broken man you left behind.

“You ready to go, babe?” Liam calls, his voice travelling up the stairs. You had to move on, you deserve to at least try to be happy, even if deep down you know you’re aiming for a unreachable goal.

“Two minutes!” you respond, throwing your phone and lipstick into your bag. You’d met Liam about two months ago, a sweet boy who asked for your number at your work place. You said yes, met up for lunch one day and hit it off, and you’d been dating ever since. Things were pretty serious between the two of you, but throwing yourself in the deep end seems like the quickest way to get rid of the outlaw biker who refuses leave your mind.

Leaving the bedroom, you jog down the stairs, meeting your boyfriend at the bottom. You were about to go to meet some of Liam’s friends, the four of you going on a double date to the new diner in town. If someone would’ve told you a few months back that you’d be going on double dates and spending time with a completely different set of people, you never would’ve believed it.

“I’m just gonna fill up before we go get Tyler and Abby.” Liam turns into the gas station, pulling up at an available pump and stepping out to fill up the car. “You okay to go pay?”

You nod, grabbing the bills from Liam’s hand and undoing your seat belt, heading inside the store. Once you’ve paid for the fuel, you turn around, slamming straight into a hard chest.

“Sorry, love-” You look up, smiling shyly at the man, shock on his face once he realises who you are. “Jesus, (Y/N). If this isn’t fate, I don’t know what is.”

“It’s nice to see you too, Chibby.” You reply, letting the Scots man wrap you up in his arms, the familiar feeling making your heart clench. You pull back, your common sense kicking in. “Wait, is he with you?”

Before he can reply, the bell above the shop door signaling that someone has just walked in. You hear his voice before you see his face, a thousand and one emotions running through you. “Tig just called, he’s just been to-”

Jax finally reaches the two of you, his voice dying in his throat as he sees who his brother is standing with. His mouth opens and shuts as he stares at you, completely caught off guard.

“Hey, Jax.” you say calmly, hoping that if you act like you’re unaffected, it’ll convince the two men in front of you, even if you can’t convince yourself. “It’s good to see you.”

“Yeah, it’s good to see you too.” He smiles at you, your knees just as weak as they were the day you first caught a glimpse of that smile, the smile that could bring you so much light, even on your darkest of days.

“You alright, (Y/N)?” You scold yourself for forgetting about your company, your boyfriend now making his way over to the three of you in concern. Once he reaches you, he stands by your side, slipping his arm around your waist, claiming his property like some kind of animal.

“Yeah, I’m good.” you respond, part of you wanting to rip Liam’s arm from around you, the expression on Jax’s face one of defeat, heartbreak. The same look you wore just months ago. “Pass my love on to everyone. See you around.”

You leave too quickly to receive a response, your partner trailing behind you, your mental state not feeling up to answering the pile of questions you’re bound to be asked once you get in the car.

You look back at the lost biker in the store, his eyes locked on yours as he watches you walk away from him, again. Only this time, he knows he has to bring you back to him, no matter what it takes.

You sigh in content as you sink into the bubbles, music playing lowly in the background as you take a well earned bath.

Today has been a long day, or at least it feels like it has. After bumping into pieces of your past life, the life you were trying to move on from, you had to deal with a relentless Liam, who wanted to know what your connection was to the murderous bikers in town. This then led to the two of you having a full blown argument. You’d jumped out of the car about thirty minutes out of town and refused to get back in, walking all the way back home.

You massage your temples as you soak, silently begging for your head to stop pounding, the pain making you feel physically sick. All you wanted was five minutes of peace from your overactive brain.

You feel like screaming when you hear the door knock loudly from downstairs, closing your eyes and deciding to ignore whatever company had decided to bother you.

After about fifteen seconds, you hear another series of knocks, more urgent this time. Cursing under your breath, you pull yourself out of the soapy water, quickly wrapping a towel around your body and heading downstairs, ready to release your wrath on whoever was behind the door.

Yanking it open, you see the last person you expect to be at your house. “Jax?”

He moves his sights up and down your body, you wishing you would’ve grabbed your dressing gown rather than a towel that barely reaches midthigh. Once he meets you eyes, you raise your eyebrows in question. “Is everything okay?”

“No, it’s not.” he sighs, running his fingers through his undone locks. “Can I come in? Just give me five minutes. Please.”

Going against your better judgement, you hesitate, pulling the door open widely and letting him step inside. He smiles thankfully at you, a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, before he walks inside.

“What are you doing here, Jackson?” you ask stiffly, wanting the man in front of you to know that you’re not going to take any shit. You’re not the same woman you were three months ago, and he can’t just turn up at your place and expect everything to be okay.

“I miss you, (Y/N).” he confesses, your eyes going as big as saucers as you debate whether you even heard him right. “I made the biggest mistake of my life letting you go, and watching you walk away from me today-”

“Are you serious right now?” You watch as he swallow nervously, enjoying his discomfort. He looks down at the floor, sighing and shrugging his shoulders, like he knew that this was how you’d react.

“You didn’t seem to have a problem with me walking away from you when you told me I wasn’t strong enough for this life.“ you spit, all your pent up anger slowly making its way to the surface. “Didn’t care the second time when you humiliated me in front of the club by fucking that whore!”

“Babe, please just let me-” He knows better than to try and make some bullshit excuse, his sentence stopping once he sees the rage on your face.

“It wasn’t me walking away that got to you yesterday,” you seethe, “it was the fact that I’ve moved on. Found somebody beyond the one and only Jax Teller.”

He stand silent, his eyes heavy with unshed tears as you unload the pain and suffering you’ve had to hold in. You shake your head at him in disbelief, chuckling humourlessly. “You let me go, Jax. You broke my heart, and that’s all on you.”

Silent years slip down your cheeks as you hold your towel close to your chest, the fluffy material moving between your fingers and acting as some sort of security blanket, stopping you from completely falling apart.

“I know I don’t deserve you, (Y/N). I know it, hell, everybody knows it.” he says timidly, breaking the tense silence. He sniffs as you look at the floor, your tears falling as you refuse to meet his gaze. “But you’re the only girl I’ve ever loved, the only girl I will ever love, and I hope that means something to you.”

Your bottom lip quivers as you try to hold in your sobs, the ache in his words chipping at your ice cold exterior, bit by bit. His white trainers step into your view, his figure so close you can smell his intoxicating scent. Just one whiff of him makes you want to forget everything and throw yourself in his arms. But that would be naive.

“I pushed you away, because I don’t want to see you end up like everybody else I love. Broken or dead.” He grabs your face in his large, rough hands, the image of him blurry as you try to blink away your tears, clear your view. “But without you, I see no end to this, (Y/N), no reason to carry on, to fight.”

His thumbs gently caress your skin, your body feeling more alive than it has in months. “I know it’s selfish, I’m a selfish man, but you’re the only thing that I’m certain about in this world.”

You feel like the air has been released back into your lungs when he locks his lips with yours, his hands fiercely cradling your face as you come alive under his touch. You’ve never felt something so passionate, so raw , in your life, his tongue slipping past your lips and exploring the place he hasn’t been allowed to go for months.

You’re both breathless as he pulls away, your heart begging you to join your lips back with his and never break apart. He presses his mouth against your forehead lovingly, one of your favourite things that he does, before he begrudgingly let’s you go, moving towards your front door.

“I’ll always love you, (Y/N). You know where to find me if you feel the same.”

Originally posted by geezerwench

A/N - Decided to end this on a bit of a cliff hanger/make up your own ending?! Thought it’d let you guys make your own interpretations individually :) hope you liked!! Xx

Dad Hat

Request: Older and married and finally find out she’s pregnant and cute + fluffy / “They didn’t just find out!  They already knew!”

a/n: hello all!! i have been up to my head in sociology homework this week, and most recently, celebrating the Patriots historic super bowl win!!!!! i hope you’re all having a lovely day/night/afternoon in whatever timezone you find yourself in!! and i’m also not ashamed that the first thing i thought of when writing soon-to-be dad shawn was him wearing a dad hat. so enjoy and tell me your thoughts 💜💜💜

Your name: submit What is this?

You didn’t know how you didn’t catch it sooner.  You had missed your last two periods, you’d been nauseous for the past few weeks throughout the day, and you’d been feeling more tired than lately.  They were the generic signs, and for some reason, they all went over your head.

           Normally, when you got nervous, you paced around your room.  And that’s exactly what you were doing now.  Shawn was in the studio for the day, so you were home alone to sit with your thoughts.  You knew when you would tell Shawn that he would be over the moon about you being pregnant.

           It would be your first child together, and you knew better than anyone else how much Shawn wanted to be a father.  It didn’t matter if you were having a boy or a girl, Shawn would be filled with love either way for your child.

            “Y/n?”

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Bullies

Originally posted by kissabledeanw

Pairing: Winchesters x Sister
Word count: 974
Warnings: Angst, talk of bullying
A/N: Based on this imagine. Actual things I’ve had said to me- screw bullies. <3


Dean stormed in the front door, slamming it behind him. His sight was set on you. Not only had be been called out of work, which he couldn’t afford, he had to go down to your school and have a nice chat with your principal.

Coming out of the kitchen, Sam raised an eyebrow. “What the hell, Dean?” He asked. “You’re home early…and pissed?” His jaw was clenched, and his eyes were full of anger.

“Where’s Y/N?” He asked. More like demanded, really.

“She’s in the dining room. Jewel came over to study and do their homework.” Sam motioned behind him. “I was just starting to prep dinner. Why?”

Dean licked his lips before answering. “She’s been ditching school, that’s what.” He hissed. “Apparently, she’s missed so much that they called me in. I’m one step above truancy officer.” Sam’s eyebrows went up at that. “Yeah, exactly.”

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A Grocery Store Saviour

Request: Omg i love your writing sooo much <3 I was thinking if you could do a story based off Michael Buble’s ‘Just Haven’t met you Yet’. I understand if you wouldn’t want to do it but thank you for your time :)

Word Count: 2,852

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by Anonymous but also tagging @dont-give-a-bother @red-roses-and-stories and @caseoffics


“Next!” You call, back aching and feet sore. Work usually sucks, but today it’s a living hell. Saturdays are the normally busiest days at the grocery store but add the fact that it’s the first day of spring that’s warmer than 50 degrees, and you’ve got yourself a full store. The bustle of people weaving around one another in the narrow aisles meant that you’d been sent to clean up five separate messes and help one bawling seven-year-old find his mother. His snot covered fingers had wrapped around your own until you’d found his mother who’d immediately decided to yell at you for not bringing him sooner. People bumped into you with every turn, resulting in scowls and foul language from some particularly angry customers. You’d had to ask people to repeat themselves four different times because of the clamor and been asked because of that if it were really right for a woman to be working. On top of all that, you wore heels today so your feet want to fall off and the store’s air conditioning hardly works, meaning hot sweat drips down your back and soaks your hairline.

Despite the annoying customers and the math involved, you’re almost grateful to work at the cash register now instead of work on the floor when you hear the horrific sound of gagging nearby. Your coworker Arthur rushes past you, mop already in hand.

Raising your eyebrows at the situation, you shake your head and take stock of everything a middle-aged man in front of you sets on the counter. He wears a dark suit and a cap to hide what you assume is a balding head. He’s muttering something to himself as thick beads of sweat slide down his face, over the patches of red dotting his cheeks and forehead and collecting on his upper lip. Every time he says something, a bead flings off its place above his lip, landing on the counter in front of you.

You cringe but reach for his items and pull them closer. Flipping the page on your notepad, you begin writing the costs of everything down.

“Do you not bother to keep your customers happy here?”

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Regret - Part 4

Originally posted by pawjohnny

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Genre: angst, fluff, slight smut

Pairing: Johnny x Reader, Taeyong x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: *REQUESTED* You find out that your boyfriend has been cheating on you and you leave him. Almost a year later, he realizes that he hasn’t quite gotten over you and he tries to get you back.

The last person Johnny expected to see on his business trip was you. He hadn’t seen you in about a year. He hadn’t seen you, heard from you, or anything like that. He heard that you were doing well from one of your mutual friends, but that was all he knew.

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Title: It’s Personal (Grandniece of Bucky! Reader x Peter Parker) 

Summary: The reader begrudgingly leaves to fight along side Team Cap to keep her great uncle safe, not knowing that their boyfriend is on the opposite side.

Word Count: 1774

A/N: I loved this. Like…so much. Love the imagines set in CACW!!! I hope you enjoy!!

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Childhood - ||Jack Maynard Imagine||

Requested? Yes – ‘can you do a really sad imagine with jack where like youre like hanging with his entire family or something and like this sort of makes you sad because you were never like close with family or something like that’

[[this was lowkey triggering lol but I really hope u enjoy thiss and to the anon who requested, I hope everything is okay at home and you can always drop by if you wanna talk, id be more than willing to listen to ANYONES problems bc ily <3]]

It was Christmas Eve. You were with Jack and his entire family- Conor, Anna and their mum and dad. The house was decorated with little trinkets, glittering ornaments and glowing Christmas lights. Everything was so lit up and beautiful, just as was the family. As you all sat at the dining table eating dinner, Jack and Conor laughed as their father made yet another ‘dad joke’, Anna giggling as well as shaking her head.

“Are you enjoying yourself, sweet heart?” Mrs. Maynard asked a genuine smile on her face.

You nodded enthusiastically. “Very much so. Thank you for letting me spend Christmas with y—”

“I think we should be thanking you!” The Maynard father said loudly. “I would much rather 2 daughters.” He laughed. You blushed at this, feeling grateful to be included in such a family. They were always so kind and welcoming to you, since day one.

Everyone continued on with their banter, laughing and joking around with one another. After a while, they all began cleaning up the table, washing dishes and wiping down benches. As soon as dinner was finished, Jack led you to the living room where the whole family sat.

“When we were younger, we all came to the living room after Christmas Eve dinner and tried to stay up to catch a glimpse of ‘Santa’, of course we were all passed out by the time 10pm hit, but it sort of became this weird ritual we do every Christmas Eve.” Jack smiled, reminiscing on his tender childhood memories.

You smiled as well, but couldn’t help feel a little sad, envious even, for the lack of a good childhood you had. Jack noticed you slowly zone out as he gently called your name, snapping you out of your wondering state.

“Everything alright, Y/N?” Jack asked; his eyebrows stitching together as he seemed concerned. You nodded back, giving him a small smile as you sat down on the couch in-between Conor and Jack.

Jack’s mother looked especially excited and ecstatic. “Y/n”, she said in a chirpy voice, you looked up at her as she smiled towards you, “guess what I have for you?” She didn’t give you much time to guess as she moved to the side and showed you a stocking with your name on it hanging from the fireplace. “Your own stocking!”

Your smile grew larger as you teared up slightly; you held it in as you didn’t want to look like a crazy lady for crying over a stocking. But it meant more to you than anyone realised, Christmas was never celebrated in your household, nothing was ever celebrated, not your birthday or Easter or any occasion. So this meant more than anyone knew.

“Thank you so much. I’m honestly really gr—”

“Oh hush, Y/N. You’re a part of this family now. Speaking of family, I have some old videos of the kids including Jack, how about we watch them?”

Jack groaned jokingly as Conor nodded with enthusiasm. “Watch Y/N, you’ll see how I was a natural born star and how Jack was a natural born lard.” You giggled as old family films were turned on.

Films after films of Jack and his siblings at a very young age opening up Christmas gifts, going to beaches, visiting other people and just being a loving and close family in general.

You laughed from time to time, a smile of your face caused by the silly things they all did as a family. They all seemed like such precious and amazing memories to have, and with every laugh that was brought out from you, another thought of your missing childhood was brought up.

You were on the verge of tears, it seemed pathetic but you couldn’t help it. Lifting yourself up, you excused yourself. “I have to use the bathroom, I’ll be back.” You said in a soft voice, Jack watched you with fretful eyes as you walked away, holding in sobs.

As you reached the bedroom you and Jack were staying in, you finally let the tears fall. Keeping your weeps as quiet as possible, you grabbed a few tissues as you wiped the ever-running tears. You kept telling yourself it was stupid, it was pitiful to be crying over such matters. But a broken family was something that affected you since day one and you couldn’t just forget about it.

As your tears continued to run down your cheeks, the door opened and in walked in Jack. “Y/N?” He said, his voice as soft as a bird’s feather as you kept your back facing him.

You tried to clear your voice and answer him; “yes?” however the cries were still evident in your voice.

He walked over, sitting down beside you and he made sure you were facing him. “Tell me what’s wrong. Is it something I said? Something Conor said? I mean Conor does talk an awful lot without thinking.”

You giggled through your sniffles at Jack’s little mockery. “It’s no one’s fault. It’s just watching all those family clips and your parents treating me like their own brought back some memories.”

“Well they can’t be good memories if you’re sat here crying on your own, Y/N. So speak up, let it all out baby.” Jack spoke in a reassuring tone, holding your hand and rubbing circles for comfort.

“I’ve never really told you…but growing up my family weren’t much of a family. It was always dull, always dark and sad. My parents weren’t very good ones, they neglected us all. Every day, upon leaving the house for school they’d be yelling, and when I’d come back, they were still yelling. We were never close. I hated Christmas breaks or Easter breaks because I’d hear people talk about how their mum and aunty argued over a piece of chocolate or how their uncle got so drunk that he fell on a cake. They’d complain about these things, complain that they never got to taste the cake, but I could only wish I had a funny, drunk uncle or that my aunty and mum would argue over something as silly as food. On these breaks where family would get together and laugh over anything and everything; my family would be in the house, ignoring each other or yelling at one another. It was never sweet, never comforting. It was never a family. I missed out on a happy childhood or a happy family.” Your face was a mess by this point, tears rolling down your cheeks continuously and your makeup now a running mess.

Jack stared at you with wide eyes as he teared up. He grabbed you and pulled you into a tight hug, holding you for as long as he could. “Y/N, I’m so sorry baby. I’m so sorry for the shit you’ve been put through. I’m sorry your family never gave you the childhood you deserved. But fuck them; you have a new family now. A better family. My mum and dad always tell me they’d rather you be their daughter than I be their son.” Jack chuckled as you gave a small smile, “you’re a part of my family now, so we can start making sweet family memories from now on.”

You smiled largely at Jack, nodding in treaty as you hugged him tighter. “Thank you so much Jack.”

“I love you, Y/N. Don’t you dare forget that. Now how about we get back to our family, yeah?” You agreed as you both made your way back to the living, being greeted with laughter and cheering.

Invincible

Pairing: Dean x Castiel (HIGH SCHOOL AU)

Summary: An insecure Dean is comforted by his loving boyfriend

Words: 578 (short Destiel drabbles are my specialty)

Warnings: Insecure Dean

A/N: This is for @waywardjoy ‘Love The Ships’ challenge! My prompt was  “Why do you do that?”   “Do what?”    “Look at me like I am your everything?”

Originally posted by fangirlforever845


The light shining through the leaves of the trees overhead cast over bright blue eyes. Castiel lay underneath the tree that sat outside his high school. The bell had rung minutes ago, and most of the students had left, desperate to get home as quickly as possible, but Cas lingered around, waiting for his boyfriend. Dean had gotten detention once again and had to stay behind for an hour after school. He hadn’t explained what happened but informed Cas he wouldn’t be able to walk home with him today.  Not wanting to trek back alone, Cas had decided to stay behind and wait.

Castiel sighed when he realized he had almost an hour of waiting. He grabbed his cream backpack and pulled out an assortment of textbooks from different classes, determined to get as much homework as he could done while he waited.  

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do you ever wish life had an undo button like not for the big things but for like 5 minutes ago when you plucked out the one hair in your eyebrow that was holding everything together

When You Dress Up

A/N: It’s all under the cut because I got carried away and the post just became too long. Oops. Think of it as my way of making up for not posting something in a decade while. 

A reason to dress up never really came up at the start of your relationship. There was never really a reason to wear anything formal to go to the movies. Or a reason to put on a dress just to sneak off to the convenience store after dark. Most times, your dates were spent cuddling on the couch or sneaking around at night to avoid fans and paparazzi. There was never a reason, until now. 

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No Longer Forgotten

Fandom: Marvel (Thor’s movies)

Summary: Based on: “Imagine baking Loki his favourite Midgardian cake for his birthday, and him being deeply surprised because he told you when his birthday is just once and yet you’re the only one that remembered it and made him celebrate it after many years” by @imaginemarveluniverse

Word count: 1,573

[Masterlist]

Originally posted by lokis-quinn

A gentle humming was lighting up the kitchen bathed in the soft sunlight. You checked the oven, looking proudly at the growing cake you had made by yourself. It seemed to be all right, but you got cautious after your previous attempt at baking, which is cooling down on one of the kitchen counters, completely burnt and inedible.

You sat on one of the chairs, trying to avoid looking at the ungodly mess you have made in the process of baking. Flour was covering the floor with a thin layer that you couldn’t get rid of with the broom. You should probably wash it, but you felt weak at the mere thought of it. You were so tired that you could fall asleep standing. Actually, a quick (but normal) nap was a very tempting thought – your sore legs would rest, and your eyes, which you have rubbed with a dirty hand, almost burning them with flavouring…

No! No rest before you finish. You wouldn’t survive another round of starting everything from scratch. Of course, you would certainly give up after another defeat if the cake was meant just for you, but it wasn’t this time. You had a very special occasion and wanted to make everything perfect…

A knock on the door was as surprising as unusual. You have barely any close friends and none of them lived nearby, so there was no chance they would randomly decide to visit you before speaking to you first. And this couldn’t be the mailman, because you had a letter-box on the other side of the building. No one was visiting you like that. Maybe someone got lost or one of your neighbours wanted to ask you something?

You flattened your hair which you had no time to even brush today, but gave up on trying to cover your war with the kitchen – the only thing that could help your clothes get back to socially acceptable standards was a solid wash.

You opened the door with a light smile to greet…

…Loki.

You said none of your friends would visit you unexpectedly? Well, you have forgotten about the one, now standing right in front of you – the only one that you would be more than happy to see every other day but today – and the one that was supposed to come tomorrow. It wouldn’t be such a big deal if you weren’t preparing him a birthday cake. A kind of surprise. And a present. Which you were supposed to give him on his bloody birthday.

And now he got suspicious. He probably had the right to be, since you froze in the doorway, with your thoughts literally screaming and your heart racing.

“Is everything okay…?” Loki asked slowly, furrowing his eyebrows and peeking in over your shoulder. Your lack of words had worried him.

“Of course!” you said with a totally unnatural, high-pitched voice. And there goes your cover…

“So… May I come in?”

“Yea-… I mean… Nothing is-… Maybe tomorrow, you said tomorrow? Of course I didn’t forget about our tomorrow meeting and neither did you, right?” you rambled, feeling smaller and smaller.

Green eyes looked at you appraisingly.

“If you have a guest, you can just tell me. I just appeared to be around and thought that I may come in, but there is no need to…”

“No! No, no, no!” you almost shouted, but quickly calmed down. The longer you were postponing it, the worse it was becoming. You took a deep breath, moving to the side. “No one is here, I just… had a bad day. Kind of. You are welcome anytime.”

Loki hesitated a bit, but entered your home, looking around suspiciously. He was clearly searching for any signs of what was bothering you, but besides the ungodly mess in the kitchen, nothing has caught his attention. He knew your house well enough to catch any change given the amount of time you two hang out up with there.

“Well, now  at least I think I understand why you didn’t want me to see all this,” Loki gestured to the pile of dirty dishes completely covering the sink.

You shrugged, standing at the doorframe. You had to admit that the tall man in a visibly expensive suit in no way fitted in that room. You were actually surprised that he came inside of it, not afraid of omnipresent mess. Thank God that Loki was your friend and wouldn’t get mad over some stains on his clothes that you were almost sure would appear out of nowhere. Or at least you thought he would. It wasn’t your fault you’d spilled some things. A few times. Because you happened to be a little bit too enthusiastic.

“You still seem to be stressed,” Loki noticed, making himself sit comfortable on one of the chairs. He crossed his long legs, piercing you with his gaze that you had no way to avoid.

“I’ve just had a bad day,” you carefully selected your words, knowing that you were treading on thin ice. You could almost hear it breaking as Loki was working you out openly. “Nothing serious. Tried to keep my mind away from everything, and well, you see what happened.”

“You mean this burning… thing?”

“Yeah, I kind of forgot about it for a bit too long, got distracted. I’ll have to throw it away…”

“I meant the one burning right now.”

“Wha-…? Oh, shit-…!” you rushed to the oven, almost breaking your legs on the way.

You didn’t even bother to look for a dishcloth, hissing over the sting of pain when the temperature kissed your palms. And almost destroyed your cake, apparently. You put it on the table, between empty packages and a sugar container. It didn’t smell that bad, but the obvious black spots on the sides were ruthless. And you were so close… But, after putting some icing that would easily cover them, a very thin layer of icing, maybe of different colours, who knows…

Loki observed the race of emotions on your face. You were like an open book for him after all those years of knowing each other. He had a sarcastic comment on the tip of his tongue, but let it go, seeing how downcast you were.

The man cleared his throat.

“I bet it tastes better than it looks like.”

“It doesn’t look bad. Look there – this is a burnt cake. This one is… just slightly more crispy.”

“Who have you made this for?” Loki asked curiously.

“No one,” you answered a little too quickly for him not to notice.

He smirked wolfishly. You felt a rock forming in your throat. You knew that grin – it meant that Loki would never drop the subject that sparked his interest before getting to know every detail.

“So I may have a piece after it cools down?” he asked innocently.

“No, you can’t,” you said firmly.

“Why?”

“Because I have to decorate it first.”

“Oh, come on,” Loki smirked. “One piece won’t ruin your very necessary decorations.”

“Yes, it will, because this has to be perfect.”

“But you just said you made it for yourself. Since when do you care over the look and not the taste…? It’s so uncommon of you, I am starting to worry about you, you know?”

You groaned loudly, accepting your defeat. He would never stop, and you were too tired to argue with him for hours.

“I hate you,” you muttered, resting your head on the table.

“And you still didn’t answer my…”

“Because it’s for your birthday, maybe?! Okay, I know it’s not today, but you were supposed to come tomorrow. That’s why everything is a mess and I’m completely not prepared… Loki, why are you so pale? I mean, more pale than usual. Is everything okay?”

Loki was indeed frozen, with pure disbelief on his face.

“You did… what? How did you know about my birthday?” he uttered, suddenly in loss for words.

“You told me.”

“But that was ages ago!”

“And I’ve got this thing called a calendar. I just made a note, Loki. There is no need to act so surprised. Besides, you scare me and I’m not sure if you are okay or not… I tried, okay? I’ve just always been a disaster in the kitchen, that’s why I screwed it up…”

“Am I okay?” He repeated your words with raised eyebrows. “Are you actually asking me if I’m okay with my first birthday present in years? Do I look like I hate receiving goods? I’m a god, I love all of them, let’s be honest…”

You stopped him.

“Wait, so you’re saying that no one has celebrated your birthday in…?”

“Exactly. And now let’s move on to the main course, because the more I look at it, the happier I feel,” Loki licked his lips, which earned him a small laugh from you. It was another great thing about that day and it was still early.

He had almost forgotten how enjoyable birthdays could be when celebrated with someone close. He smiled to himself when you were looking for a plates.

someone else.

seth rollins x OFC.

warnings: SMUT + swearing.

prompt: receiving a text from your best friend makes you out your feelings about him, to him even though he’s taken. 

the gym mats were cold against your bare legs and the sound of wind smashing against the windows echoed around the large room. 3 am and you were exhausted, having trained all day already and finding it too difficult to sleep meaning you wound up in the gym once again. 

being physically exhausted was something you could deal with, it came with the job title - as a WWE woman’s wrestler you were use to gruelling hours and being thrown and tossed around a ring for other people’s entertainment. yep, physical exhaustion you could manage. 

emotional exhaustion was another story.

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