How are you? I hope well! Can you do a rfa+v and Saeran having to do seven minutes in heaven? Like honestly not even as drunk just sober. (Requests aren't open;-; but maybe later? Also I rlly love your blog like I'm most done with the masterlist^°^)
Author’s note: I hope you guys like this!!!! i’m still rusty ok it’s been awhile edit: I FORGOT V AGAIN someone please send in a request that says “add v” so I remember to edit him in here
“You wanna play cards? I brought
them with me so we wouldn’t be bored!!”
Does he… Does he really not know what we’re supposed to be doing?
You looked down at Yoosung, who
was already on sitting on the floor shuffling the deck
“Lemme guess… you’ve never played
Seven minutes in Heaven.”
Yoosung paused for a second before
shaking his head
You sat down next to him and
He’s so cute…
“So what game do you wanna play,
But then again, this IS
Seven minutes in heaven
Yoosung’s face turned bright red
In one quick moment, your shirt
was thrown across the room
“Okay, now you’re turn.”
Yoosung who had now achieved a
new shade of red blatantly
stared at your chest
“I-I… uhh, w-well-“
“SAY SOMETHING, YOU IDIOT!!!”
What the hell?
Yoosung looked behind you
“I think it came from the other
side of the door.”
You stood up and opened the closet
door, and in tumbled Zen and Jumin.
“So,” you crossed your arm and
looked down at the two very guilty looking boys, “You wanna explain
The two of them began stuttering
“W-Well Yoosung’s never played
“-I heard you were taking off your
“-And I thought he might need
“-So I wanted to hear the rest.”
You glared at them
“First, Jumin don’t be a perv, and
“We were in the middle of
You looked back at Yoosung, who
had taken off his shirt
“And now that MC and I are even, I’d
like to get back to the game.”
Despite the confidence behind Yoosung’s
words, his face was as red as ever
You turned back around and smirked
“You heard the man!”
Jumin and Zen slowly got up, both
mumbling curses under their breath.
You closed the door behind them
“Now, where were we?”
In the end the two of you ended
up stripping to your underwear and then just playing go fish for the rest of
“W-What? I can’t be in a closet alone with MC!! How will I control
You walked over to the closet and
gave Zen a smirk
“Who says you need to?”
0.1 seconds later Zen was standing
in the closet how the hell did he even get there so fast???
You closed the door and
“So,” you clapped your hands
together, “Show me what you got.”
“You sure you can handle it?”
You raised an eyebrow, “I think
you already know the answer to that.”
“This is gonna be-“
Was all Zen could get out before
hitting his head on the light
You rushed over to Zen, who was
now bent over in pain
“Are you okay? Do you need ice?
How bad does it hurt?”
Tbh I’m shook over the fact that Clarke was all “you can’t shake my resolve I was ready to sacrifice my own MOTHER” and as soon as Roan threatens Bellamy again she breaks. Like, what a way to prove what they started (((continued))) with start with bellamy blake. Yeah she was ready to sacrifice her mom for this, but she’s not Clarke’s greatest weakness, is she?
Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a
popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her
cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more
than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 2,873
language, fluff, angst, sarcasm, hot firemen
A/N: So many of you were right on. But what’s the fallout now? PS - I had a lot of writer’s block, so I don’t know how I feel about this, but I had to push forward with the story or I’d end up abandoning it.
/noun/ the peace of being indoors during a thunderstorm
Summary: Bookstores have always lured you in with the promise of the quiet, the serene, and, most recently, him. Pairing: Jimin | Reader Genre: Fluff Word Count: 2,644 Author’s Note: This story was on one of my old Tumblr writing accounts that I just deleted, but it was one of my favorite stories and didn’t want it to collect dust in my drive.
You’ve always had an endless fascination with books and novels of various different shapes, sizes, and lengths. The way someone could paint an entirely different world with the mixture of just 26 letters, whisk the mind away from reality, stir emotions inside someone—emotions of laughter or sadness or one of complete contentment. The influence a simple novel could have on a person’s viewpoint has always fascinated you.
During your younger years, you would find yourself trekking to the nearest bookstore, if only to simply run your fingers along the spines of all the latest releases. You would open a random novel, just to skim the first sentence, allowing the words of a complete stranger to fill you with familiarity.
Not much has changed in the years following your childhood. Something about corner bookstores have always lured you with the promise of peace and quiet, an escape from the harsh reality you occupied yourself with. You constantly looked forward to the days you could run away and hide within the shelves of the shop, no matter rain or shine, sleet or snow, 30 pages of homework to get done during the night, you always made an effort to visit at least once or twice a week as soon as you entered college.
Today is no exception to the rule. With midterms rapidly approaching, you’re already drowning in papers, projects, and upcoming tests, the stress practically eating you alive. But still, instead of returning to your apartment, you find yourself turning down the familiar sidewalk in the opposite direction. The rain overhead is steadily pouring down today, serving as little warning bells that perhaps making the trip to the bookstore might not be the best option.
Judging from the gray clouds, it’s clear that the weather has other plans for the remainder of the day—the lightning that suddenly shoots across the sky is a clear indication of that—but you find yourself not minding much. The heels of your boots clash gently against the sidewalk, your hair curling slightly as the water comes in contact with it, but all those worries and annoyances dissipate off your skin like steam as the familiar shop comes into view. With the lights on inside, the place looks like a beacon of hope, allowing the smile to spread itself across your face as you quicken your pace to shoulder open the door.
The bell rings overhead as you gently shut the door close, running your hand through your hair quickly to rid some of the water trapped in your locks. After exchanging a smile with the familiar cashier at the counter, you make your way deeper in the store. Like usual, there isn’t anything in particular you’re seeking, but just being surrounded by text, aisles and aisles of hardcovers and paperbacks fills you with comfort.
You’re just starting the turn into contemporary novels, when one particular black, hardcover spine catches your attention, causing you to stop dead in your tracks, eyes widening with recognition as you distinctly remember this particular novel being one of the very few you’ve wanted in your own personal collection of books: John Green’s Looking For Alaska.
Your lips curl up into a smile, momentarily unfazed by the fact that the book had been placed on the highest shelf, towering a few inches above you, even as you stand on your tippy toes, even as your fingers barely manage to graze the book you want. It takes five times before you plant both feet firmly back on the ground with a gentle huff, considering the next movement to grab the book.
You’re just about to consider getting a running start between the two shelves, before a slightly amused voice cuts in through your concentration: “Need some help?”
<b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>Daddy:</b> I like your face<p/><b>Me:</b> which face? This one? *smiles big*<p/><b>Daddy:</b> Yes very much.<p/><b>Me:</b> what about this one? *puffs out cheeks*<p/><b>Daddy:</b> *Laughs* That one too.<p/><b>Me:</b> *kisses* I love you Daddy. *blush*<p/><b>Daddy:</b> *chuckles* That one's my favorite *kisses lots*<p/></p><p/></p><p/><b>Me:</b> *blushes more*
So I’m gonna
change their age a little bit. The reader is 8 and Damian is 10.
terrified. Uncle Clark wants to take you up to the Watchtower to meet the rest
of the Justice League. Neither you or Clark is entirely sure how you ended up
on Earth, but according to the DNA test that Batman had run, you were
definitely related to Uncle Clark. Connor had also taken an instant liking to
you, mainly because you preferred to be around your cousin more than your
tube announces the arrival of Superman, and everyone turns toward the sound.
You reach out, gripping the edge of Uncle Clark’s cape, hiding behind him.
“Everyone, this is my niece, Y/N”
behind Uncle Clark’s cape, there are too many strangers for you to feel
comfortable. Uncle Clark chuckled and moved his cape, balling it up so you
can’t hide anymore.
A red blur zooms up to you,
crouching beside you, “Hello! My name is Barry! It’s really nice to meet Big
Blues niece!” The man pulled off his mask, revealing a young face and kind
“Uncle Clark” you whisper; your
shaking hands griping the leg of his costume.
“It’s alright” Clark crouched
down so he was eye level with you, “Come on, say hello to Barry”
“H-Hello Mr. Barry” you whisper,
shyly holding out your hand. Barry grins, gently shaking your hand, he’s
obviously excited. You can feel him almost vibrating beside you.
“Just Barry is fine, sweetheart!
Or Uncle Barry”
shyly and nod, the other League members slowly come forward to meet you, until
you have been introduced to everyone but Batman and Robin. At that point you
have come out of your shell a little bit.
Batman! Hello Robin” You float up until you are eye level with Batman’s face,
“You’re my favorite League member! It’s really nice to meet you”
quirk in a smirk, “It is very nice to meet you too, Y/N. My name is Bruce. This
here is my son Damian”
immediately drop down to face Damian, “tt, Father I do not understand why I had
to attend this meeting”
your head, and suddenly dart in, wrapping your arms tightly around Damian.
Several of the adults gasp, tensing ready to separate the two, “Hello, you are
gonna be my best friend”
struggles for a minute, before he gives one last sigh and begrudgingly hugs you
back. Every League member freezes, fully expecting Damian to attack you for
touching him. “I suppose I can allow you to befriend me, having a Super at my
side could have its benefits.”
happy to have finally made a friend, you grab onto Damian’s cape, making sure
you don’t lose your new friend.
flurry of wind and suddenly your cousin is standing next to Uncle Clark, “Sorry
I’m late, Y/N! I had to do a quick patrol before I came up here”
You let out
a happy shriek and shoot into Kon’s arms. “Kon!! I missed you!”
Kryptonian chuckled, “It’s only been a day, honey!”
onto Kon’s hand and drag him over, “Have you met Damian? He’s my best friend!”
chuckled, “Didn’t you just meet the little brat? How can you be best friends
happily and zoom back over to Damian, who immediately folds you into a hug. You
squirm until you’re facing your cousin, but still wrapped in the older boy’s
arms. ” Come say hi, Kon!!”
Justice League members smile and shake their heads at you younger heroes’
antics. “I’m gonna call it” Barry announced, loud enough for the adults to
hear, but the younger ones were too preoccupied to be paying attention so they
didn’t. “Those two are going to be married someday”
stiffens immediately, turning to look at the two youngest. His mouth opens in
horror when he sees Robin gently cradling his niece against his armored chest.
The smallest Super wiggles out of Robin’s hold and hangs onto his cape, letting
herself be pulled around wherever Robin goes.
to happen, Barry” Clark growled
one eyebrow, “And why not? Do you think my son isn’t good enough for your
around, “I didn’t say that, Bruce. Damian is a good kid, but I mean, Y/N is so
can be friends, can’t they? I mean there’s no harm in that” Bruce smirks, placing
a hand on his best friends shoulder, “What harm could it do, they’re both
young, and there are so few young people in the Hero role. It’ll be good for
them to have a friend”
like he wants to argue again, but he doesn’t want to start anything, “I suppose
Y/N could use a friend”
smirk gets bigger, “I’m glad you see it that way, Clark. But Barry … I do have
to agree with you, those two are going to get married”
at Bruce as the other League members laugh. Bets are made while Clark just
stands there in complete shock. He is the only one to say that the won’t be
call. Damian had vanished, he had been right behind you, but when you turned
around he was gone. You could feel tears build up in your eyes, you had already
lost your first friend and it hadn’t even been a day. You were alone, and you
were scared. “Dami!!!” You sob.
around, frantically looking for your best friend, but you can’t find him.
Damian is actually the one who finds you.
Why are you crying?” His eyes are wide behind his mask, “Who hurt you? I will
your arms around his neck, pulling him into a fierce hug, careful of your
advanced strength. Damian stands up, picking you up with him and sits down in a
nearby chair. “I was so scared” you sob, “Thought I lost you!”
back and forth, “Hush, Beloved, hush. I am here. I am so sorry for leaving you,
I did not realize how much stress my disappearance would cause you”
nuzzling into Damian’s throat, “Just … Just don’t do it again, okay?”
time to go!”
immediately fill your eyes, “I don’t wanna go Uncle Clark”
“We have to
go back to the farm. Grandma and Grandpa will be worried if we don’t head back
soon”. Uncle Clark crouches down so he’s eye level with you.
spill over, “I don’t want to leave my new friend. Damian said that we are gonna
get married. If we are married, then you can’t separate us”.
you upset my Beloved” Damian snarls, taking a step in front of you. He whips
out one of his swords, leveling it at Uncle Clark’s chest, he was ready to
fight for you.
froze when Bruce let out a chuckle, “It seems like the children have taken a
liking to each other. Why doesn’t Y/N come back to the Manor with me, the two
can have a sleep over?”
over to Clark, “Please? Please? Please Uncle Clark?!?”
looks like he’s in pain, “Alright, but just for tonight”.
conformation Bruce full on smiles, and Uncle Clark growls at the man, “This
means nothing” Uncle Clark hisses. Bruce just shakes his head and leads the two
young vigilantes to the Zeta tube.
A/N: Wrestler real name is Colby so I switch between the two names in this imagine. Also needed to write something for his great win.
It was finally time. Seth Rollins was going up against Triple H and you couldn’t be happier. It was his time to shine at WrestleMania since he missed out last year. This whole knee injury was a nightmare come true it was causing Colby so much stress. It was making him miss out on all kind of events and it was breaking him. All you guys wanted was to see Seth Rollins back in action.
Colby was told weeks ago that he was able to get back in the ring but with the biggest show of the year coming back up he wasn’t going to risk it. WWE decided it was best for him to be held off of wrestling until the show, plus it also added to the Seth and Triple H freud if he couldn’t fight. So now you were here in the stadium waiting for the match to start.
“You excited?” Colby asked as walked out next to you waving his torch in his hand.
“I’ll be better if you stop waving that thing around” You stated taking a step back.
“Don’t worry Seth Rollins won’t let you get hurt, plus it’s not on fire yet babe” He said as he flick it back and forth into his hands. Seth was going to be a Kingslayer tonight or at least you hoped. Everyone knew how this match was going to end but you. Seth refused to tell you and made sure no one would since he wanted it to be a surprise
“I’m starting to wonder if you should change your name to Mr.Gold” You teased as you stare Seth down. His new gear wasn’t your favorite thing in the world. All gold with his symbol in the middle just wasn’t doing it for you. Seth face got serious and for a minute you thought he was mad until he took a step towards with a smirk on his face.
“Babe I’m a King, gold is my colour you should brow down to me” Seth pointed the torch at you as he spoke. You mockley browed down to him trying to hold in your laughter but you didn’t feel bad when you couldn’t. People all back stage were looking at you two admiring the loving couple in front of them.
“Seth you’re on in one” Someone shouted, Seth nodded his head and gave you a kissed before he made his was over to the opening of the stage.
“Good Luck Baby” You yelled just before he went out and all Seth could do was smile.
“YES” You screamed from backstage as Seth pinned Triple H for the count of three. He finally did it and you couldn’t be happier. You were jumping up and down while watching Seth on the TV his face was radinenting in happiness. He could finally be his own person again without Triple H always being on his back. Sure he had help Seth become who he was but it was time for them to part ways. You saw Seth walk back up the ramp taking in all of the cheers from the fans so you made your way over. As Seth appear you could only say one thing
“COLBY LOPEZ, HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME YOU WERE GOING TO WIN” You shouted as you marched your way over to where he stood. Colby looked around at the use of you shouting his real name. People were staring again but more in confused at your reaction.
“I ummm…” Seth started to say as he scratched his neck not expecting this but before he got a chance to finish you butted in.
“You loser, I’m so proud of you” You fell into his arms giving him the biggest hug ever. Colby wrapped his arms around you after he sigh of relief knowing that you weren’t actually mad at him.
“Sorry babe I love surprises” He said looking down at you. You didn’t care he was sweaty at this point you both would just get a shower after anyway.
“Ready to celebrate?” You cheered as you pulled away showing him your happiness.
“Here or in the bedroom?” He asked with a smirk on his face.
“Colby” You said smacking his chest. “Your such an idiot sometimes”
“Idiot that you love.” You rolled his eyes because you knew it was true. You watched Colby for the rest of the night being Seth. He was meeting fans and doing interviews on his big win. You couldn’t help but smile at the man you loved, he finally got what he wanted. His fans were happy and so was he. Everything was great now that Seth Rollins was a free man again
“Y/N, you look so good in my clothes,” Taehyung whispers,
his eyes twinkling as he admires you in his favorite hoodie, one that’s two sizes bigger than you are - though you wore it because of how snug it felt on you and how comfortable it was to breath in his scent that lingers on the material of his hoodie. You feel your face heat up, probably turning a
dark shade of red and you turn your face away to hide it.
“Babe, I saw that.”
He gets up from the sofa, quickly making his way to you before placing his
large hands firmly on your waist, pulling you close to him.
“Hey, it’s hot in here, okay?” you protested, knowing how
much Taehyung loved being the reason behind your pink cheeks. The little shit. “Mmm,”
he hums, leaning his head down into your neck to give it a small peck, his hot breath fanning against
your skin which sends tingles all over your body. “Is it because I’m here, baby?” You can tell that he’s got a wide grin stretched across his face despite being unable to see it.
You push him away abruptly, earning a surprised expression
from him as you walk over to the sofa and plop down onto it, picking up the remote to skim through
TV channels to find a movie to watch. Taehyung sits down next to you, picking up the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table and starts throwing popcorn into his
“Hey, don’t finish the popcorn! I want some too,” you say after noticing that he’s finished almost half of the bowl and you scoot over to
him, reaching out for the bowl. He immediately yanks it out of your
reach, a playful grin spread across his face and you instantly know that getting the popcorn won’t be an easy feat. “How about you come a little
You roll your eyes at him, though a devilish idea begins to
form in your mind so you decide to play along with him.
“You want me to come closer? Okay, I’ll come closer.” You
crawl over to him and throw yourself onto his lap, earning a muffled “Oomph!”
from him. You straddle his waist, his eyes growing wide in surprise at your sudden
action, definitely not expecting you to give in to him so easily. You snatch the bowl out of his hands as the corners of your mouth crinkle up in a triumphant smirk. Just when you’re about to eat some popcorn, he gives you a peck
on the lips.
“I was trying to eat, Taehyung,” you mutter, looking down at
him with a fake annoyed expression on your face. His playful demeanor has disappeared, instead you notice that his pupils are dilated as he gazes into your eyes, thinking about how beautiful you look on top of him. He reaches a hand out to tuck
a strand of hair behind your ear before caressing your cheek softly, and you
find yourself leaning into his warm hand.
“How can I let you eat when you look like this?” His voice is deep and low,
indicating that he was already worked up just by seeing you in his clothes, the
thought itself already stirring something inside of you as you feel your heart
rate begin to accelerate in your chest.
He brings your head down onto his, capturing your lips
instantly. His soft lips move slowly against yours, taking his sweet time to
enjoy the feel of your lips on his as you thread your fingers into his soft
golden locks, a small moan reverberating out of him. The tip of his tongue grazes
your bottom lip lightly, as though he were asking for entrance and you don’t even have to think twice before you happily
open your mouth for his tongue to meet yours. Both of your smooth muscles move around
together as if they were in a passionate dance, exploring and tasting each other. You feel his hands slowly trail
down your arms to your waist, goosebumps sprouting all over your skin as he
begins to knead into your waist, causing you to moan softly into his mouth.
The kiss lasts for a few more minutes, the both of you
completely immersed in each other before he pulls away reluctantly and you almost whine at the absence of his lips.
You place a chaste kiss on his neck before licking it and feel him shiver
underneath you, making you smirk at his reaction.
“Maybe I shouldn’t wear your clothes anymore, Tae,” you mumble
into his ear, hearing a low chuckle come from underneath you.
He places his hands on both sides of your face, pushing it
back slightly to look you in your eyes.
“Babe, you should wear my clothes all the time,” he purrs. You giggle at that, a wide boxy grin beginning to
form on his face which you have always loved, in fact it was what made you fall
for Taehyung when you had first met him.
You lean down into him, mischievously nipping at his
bottom lip gently and quickly pulling away before he can pull you in for another
kiss, not missing the hint of annoyance on his face.
“Are we still watching a movie tonight?” you ask him
innocently as you press your chest firmly against his, your hands slowly making
their way up underneath his t-shirt as his breath hitches in his throat.
“Hmm. I don’t kn-,” he starts, but he doesn’t get to
complete his sentence because you’re up instantly, scooting back to the other
side of the sofa, a playful glint in your eyes. He blinks at you, still in a daze at you teasing him but quickly snaps out of it once he realizes your devious plan.
“Okay then, let’s watch something,” you say casually, trying your best to hide your laughter at his frustrated face, feeling his steely eyes lock onto yours.
He gets up immediately, snatches the remote out of your hand
and switches the TV off before standing in front of you, only to pick you up
and throw you over his shoulder. “Hey!” you protest, feigning shock though you’re
actually silently praising yourself, “I finally found something to watch!”
He smacks your butt as he makes his way to the bedroom, “We’re
finishing this, now,” He growls, his
voice sending shivers all over your body as excitement builds up in you, happily
anticipating what was about to come.
Contains: Fluff, Eventual Spencer x Reader- but sorry, you don’t have a really appearance in this chapter yet.
Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young princess lived in a shining castle. Her name was Y/n. Although she had everything her heart desired, the princess was spoiled, selfish, and unkind. But then, one winter’s night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered her a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold. Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the princess sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away, but she warned the girl not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. And when she dismissed her again, the old woman’s ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress. The princess tried to apologize, but it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love in Y/n’s heart, and as punishment, she transformed her into a hideous beast, and placed a powerful spell on the castle, and all who lived there. Ashamed of her monstrous form, the beast concealed herself inside her castle, with a magic mirror as her only window to the outside world. The rose the enchantress had offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until her twenty-first year. If Y/n could learn to love another, and earn his love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, she would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years passed, she fell into despair, and lost all hope, for who could ever learn to love a beast?
A young man exited his home, an unseen smile blooming on his face at the valley he and his mother lived at. The dirt roads, leading to the cobblestone village were earthy and coffee-like, light in the rays of the sun and sapphire skies. The grass wasn’t too green, but his mother’s garden did brighten up their yard, and brought a sweet smell to his nose.
His name was Spencer. The man was past his twenties, not too long ago turning 37, and still without a bride, content in looking after his mother. Her brain wasn’t too sharp anymore, but she had her moments where the young woman he grew up with shone through.
Spencer smoothed down the white smock he wore over his light blue trousers, and matching vest, a white shirt to cover his arms. His shoulder-length hazelnut locks were tied back with a blue ribbon he had stolen from his mother. He grabbed the basket that lie next to the stone stairs he walked down from, placing the book he had thumbed over the last few hours into the weaving.
Every morning Spencer went into town to grab some ingredients for food that day, and to head to the bookshop in town, his favorite place in the entire world. Unfortunately, not everyone in the town really respected him. Some people were cruel, teasing him for being so odd, or being Diana Reid’s son. As he reached the buildings and shoppes, he could already see people staring and whispering about him.
He ignored everyone whispering about how he was a ‘funny man’ or making fun of him for being smart. Although the townsfolk boasted of his beauty, he felt upset and annoyed that that was all they cared about. His mother had always warned him that one shouldn’t judge a book by their cover. Speaking of books…
“Ah, Spencer!” The librarian, Emily Prentiss, got down from her ladder where she had previously been dusting to hug her favorite (and most frequent) patron. “Let me guess, you’ve finished the book already, and no, I’m sorry, we don’t have anything new.” She pretended not to notice Spencer’s embarrassment as he nodded. The library had maybe twenty books to it’s name and not many people came to visit. But her business was held afloat by the absence of taxes.
“Can I borrow…this one?” He asked shyly, holding up a familiar leather cover. She nodded, but still felt confused. “I know, I’ve read this one too many times but…it"s my favorite. Far off places, daring swordfights, magic spells, a prince in disguise!” A dreamy look overcame his face as he rambled on.
“Well, if you like it all that much, it’s yours!” She proclaimed, laughing at his dumbstruck look upon his face. “I insist! You’re the only one who really likes it anyway!”
“Well thank you.’ Spencer’s voice was quiet, reaching out to hug her once more. "Thank you very much!” He left the shop, looking like a boy on Christmas morning.
Spencer held the book in his hands that he had already read so much like he had just received a chest of gold. He could practically recite it from memory, but he still contained as much joy as when he first read it as his eyes hungrily ate up 'Once upon a time’. He was careful to avoid damaging the book or running into anyone as he whisked by the market, digging out coins from his smock pockets and paying each merchant for bread, eggs- which were quite expensive- and some slivers of meat from the butcher.
“There he is….” A young girl watched from afar, sipping from her teacup. She wore an expensive tea gown, hair curled and styled high in the fashion that was popular in Paris, looking through the window of a shoe shoppe. Diane Turner was a young, weathly orphan who never stopped reminding Spencer that she was eligible for marriage. It seems the only reason she was so infatuated with him was because he didn’t make a bumbling fool of himself offering himself to her like the small group of men she had attracted in the village. She had just returned from Paris, another trip to buy more expensive things and had set her eyes back to on as who she referred to as her future husband.
“No one stands a chance against you Ms., especially against any man.” Her friend/servant since birth Maeve Donovan stood by her side, voice gentle, as if merely speaking would anger Diane. Maeve never knew what mood her mistress would be in, but she seemed happy enough with her 'cat ate the canary’ smile
Diane set her teacup and saucer down on the windowsill, standing and promptly walking out of the shoppe, ignoring the owner’s frown as the rich customer didn’t buy anything. Maeve quickly followed suit behind her, amazed how Diane could walk so fast in heels. “I know Maeve, and my eyes are set on that man right there.” She pointed up ahead where Spencer slowly walked, softly humming to himself and he flipped through the book.
“You mean crazy Diana Reid’s son?” Maeve gasped, furrowing her eyebrows. “But he’s-”
“The most beautiful man and town! That makes him the best! And I dare say I do deserve the best don’t i?” Diane interrupted with a sneering tone. Maeve stopped in her tracks, blushing as she apologized.
“It’s just his mother….you really want to marry into that family?” She mumbled, scurrying back after Diane. Diane made a rude noise, clicking her tongue loudly as she moved to face Maeve.
“You’re so simple-minded. His mother is old, she’ll probably die soon. Then it will be just Spencer and I. Imagine it… his latest kill roasting on the fire, and I, his little wife massaging his feet while our six or seven little ones play with the dogs.”
“Spencer? Hunting?” Maeve had to stifle a laugh, questing down as the pair finally reached the aforementioned man. The idea seemed positively ridiculous. “Spencer!” Diane greeted, smiling and giving a polite nod.
“Bonjour…” Spencer quickly finished the last sentence of the page he was reading and looked up, bowing slightly. He wasn’t expecting Diane to pry the book from his hands as she did, flipping through the pages.
“What’s this about hm? Shouldn’t you be out hunting with the other village men? I heard they were all out today.” Spencer had to hold back scoffing at her statement. It wasn’t that he was against hunting, he just preferred staying inside and reading with his mother.
“There’s more to life then chasing an animal.” Spencer nodded politely, taking the book back and trying to end the conversation and walk away but Diane stood in his path. “Yes, there is, I am delighted you’ve noticed. You know, most of the townsfolk think that you might not be looking exactly for a wife due to your…lack of…” She rambled on and his face turned a light pink, eyebrows furrowing. “You should join me for tea one day.” She proposed and he shook his head, declining.
“I can’t, my mother needs my help.” He gestured to the path that led to his house, grimacing when Diane started laughing at him, elbowing Maeve harshly to join in. Spencer bit back a sigh, almost rolling his eyes.
“Your mother? She’s just a peculiar old spinster….I guess that would mean she needs all the help she can get.” Spencer’ saw clenched, making Maeve stop her forced laughter out of fear, Diane being completely ignorant.
“Don’t you dare talk about my mother that way.” He walked around her to head back to his house, ignoring the four heels that pitter-pattered behind him, biting his lip harshly when Diane tried to pass the comment off like Maeve had set it. Spencer practically ran up the path when he finally saw the fence around his house.
“Spencer!” Diane cried exasperatedly, corset and excessive exercise making it hard to breathe. “Listen, we’ve lived in this town our whole lives, yes?” She waited for him to agree before she continued. “Let’s not beat around the bush then. We’re both in our prime, and let’s be honest, you really can’t do better then me… let alone being in this small town or not….” She trailed off, giving him a pointed look.
“What are you…why…is this your way of getting me to propose to you?” He almost laughed but the fear of being Mr. Diane Turner overpowered his hysterics. His pace started getting quicker. “Diane, you’re right about one thing, we’ve lived in this town our whole lives. I’ve known you since we were little, but the one thing that has never changed is your arrogance.” His hands finally reached the wooden gate and he tried to quickly shut it but Diane, with a furious expression tore right through behind him, not caring if she stepped on any flowers.
“All I’m saying is that we could never be happy together, so therefore, after thinking, and realizing I’m too poor to buy you a fancy ring or anything really, maybe, perhaps, we shouldn’t get married at all. Have a good day!” He opened and slammed his front door shut, leaning his back against the heavy oak and sliding down until he almost hit the floor. After he was sure she was gone, he bolted out of his house, muttering to himself.
“Mousier Turner- ha! Can’t you just see it? Her husband! No sir!” He ran off into the wide open lands behind his house, practically collapsing as he stared up into the sky. Didn’t anybody realize that he wanted to leave this village? He wanted adventure so much he dreamt vivid dreams about traveling. Why couldn’t anyone understand? -
“I cannot do this anymore Spencer.” His mother sighed, quill in hand, scrolls of various chapters about her novel she had been working on. Every year she would write one but no one ever picked them up. “Too intimidated by your genius” Spencer would tell her.
“Mother you always say that, and every year you finish it.” Spencer waved off his mother’s rambling, trying to find a place to set down a meal for her. It was crunch time, her leaving tomorrow meant he needed to finish editing today.
“I mean it, this time. I’ll never get this boneheaded story to sound even remotely good at all.” Diana ran her hand through her hair, elbows on the desk in front of her. Spencer shook his head, making his way over to her.
“Yes, you will. And you’ll finally get that publication.” He continued as she groaned, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. "…and become a world famous author! Soon every person in the world will have their very own Diana Reid story.
“You really believe that?’ Her tone became soft, unbelieving. "I always have.” he reassured her, kissing his mother on the cheek. She seemed satisfied with that so he had started cleaning up, making sure not to step on any pages.
“So, did you have a good time in town today?” She mumbled as she worked, adjusting her spectacles.
“I got a new book.” He shrugged and stayed quiet for a few moments. “……Mama, do you think I’m odd?”
“My son? Odd?” She tutted, shaking her head. "Where would you get an idea like that?“
"Oh, I don’t know. It’s just I’m not sure I’ve ever really fitted in this town. There’s no one I can really talk to.”
“What about that…’ She snapped her fingers for a moment trying to think. "Diane? She’s a pretty little thing! Rich as well….” Spencer snorted. “She’s pretty all right, pretty rude and conceited and…Oh Mother, she’s not for me!”
“Well, don’t you worry, cause this book should be the start of a new life for us. I think that’s done it. Now, give it a read.” She thrusted the stack of papers over in his direction. It took him about 20 minutes to get through the whole thing, well, everything he was given while Diana almost paced a hole in the floor. “Well….It’s wonderful. My favorite book so far.”
“It works? It works!” She shrieked, grabbing him in a hug and kissing his face.
“You did it! You really did it!” He hoped his mother’s words rang true. He so badly wished to get out of here, one nice he knew for certain his mother was safe, maybe then he could try thinking about love. -
The next morning Spencer watched with a frown as his mother got ready for her yearly trip to Paris. He was never allowed to go, and although he wondered why, he never fought his mother’s decision. She went every year not only to go and publish her books but to go and learn new things, get new books, and bring back new ideas. Diana had always wanted to be a teacher, but she wasn’t allowed to, as a women, for they were too “fragile”.
“My dear, is there anything you would like?” Diana was bustling around outside, getting all of her bags and books. Spencer pitched in to help, his added strength unfortunately making the job done quicker.
“I only wish for a rose.” He replied, smile growing when Diana turned, slightly puzzled. “You ask for that every year…” She wondered out loud, giving him a look.
“There are no roses that grow in this part of town… I’ve looked everywhere. I can remember when I was younger, they used to be all around us…” He mumbled, scratching the back of his neck, stopping his bashful activities when his mother leaned over and kissed his forehead.
“Then I will continue to bring you one.” She cupped the side of his face with her hand, saying her goodbyes and heading on her way. Spencer ran behind her, shouting and waving his own goodbyes until Phillippe pulled the carriage too fast for his liking.
It wasn’t until early the next morning, earlier then the crows of the roosters that Spencer heard violent whinny’s outside of the house. He opened the door to find Phillippe, no carriage, his mother not in sight. Without a second thought he climbed on the horses back, flicking the reins.
“Requested: “hello!!! i saw you were wanting requests and if you’re not too occupied with other ones i’d like to ask for one! (: could you maybe do a DracoxReader where the reader is really shy and Draco likes to tease her about it. obviously you can make it however you like, i’m really interested on how you’re going to put this (: love your writing btw”
Warnings: Fluff, bullying
Pairings: Draco x Reader
You walked through the hallways at Hogwarts drooping your head, avoiding eye contact with everyone you passed on the way to Defense Against Dark Arts. You kept on walking, books in hand, when you felt a sharp bump against your shoulder, followed by a large group of laughter.
You grunted and tried to keep going until the laughter came up from behind you and knocked all of your books and schools supplies onto the ground. You bent down to pick them up, but they got in your way. It was Draco Malfoy.
“Draco, can you get out of my way?” you pleaded, trying to push him aside to get your textbooks. You stood back up only to come face to face with Draco’s pale, blue eyes. You immediately diverted your attention downward, avoiding the intense glare from Draco. He got close to your face, his breathe beating down onto your forehead.
“Why? To shy to move me yourself?” He grunted and you pushed past him. You could feel him and his posse stare at you from down the hallway. Man, you thought to yourself, it is going to be a rough week.
The day continued to pass by pretty normally. You hadn’t encountered Draco and his friends again since that morning, and you had every intention of keeping it that way. You by yourself, with your head drooping low, back to the (Y/H) dorm. Outside of your common room entrance, the one and only Draco Malfoy stood there to greet you.
“What now, Malfoy?” you ask, annoyance apparent in your voice. He had his arms crossed and a smug smile was spread across his face.
“I just wanted to see how my favorite nerd was doing.”
“Me? Your favorite?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at the Slytherin Prince’s odd behavior. You had never seen him like this; he had never really cared enough to have a ‘favorite’ person before.
“Well, who else am I talking to?” He uncrossed his arms and walked towards you, the same smug grin still apparent on his face. He raised his hand and touched your cheek, staring directly into your eyes.
“Draco, what ar-” you couldn’t finish you’re sentence before he clashed his lips into yours. It wasn’t rough; it was passionate, like he had never cared enough about someone before to give them the time of day to even smile at him.
When he pulled away, all you could do was smile. You were smiling because it was nice to see a change in him for once.
A/N: I’m sorry my stories are so short, but I hope you guys like this one! Keep the requests coming please! I love you!
The quinjet was oddly silent, a sign that the mission didn’t
go very well. Your teammates were fast asleep in the back of the jet. You were
knackered, too, but you kept replaying the failed mission over and over in your
With a heavy sign, you crossed the jet and slumped down in
the seat next to Steve. He threw you a side glance, but his hands were still on
the control panel, his attention focused on the dials. You glanced at the sky
and its pale pink clouds. Steve saw the forlorn look in your eyes.
“It wasn’t your fault.”
“No?” You scoffed. “You gave me an order and I failed. Don’t
go easy on me, I’m not a child.”
You tried to think of some way to
talk Namjoon into un-inviting Yoongi, but every excuse you could think of would
make it sound like you didn’t want him to be there. At this point, you were so
buried in your lie that you didn’t even want to think about ruining it now. If
Namjoon caught on, it wouldn’t just mean his disappointment in you, it would
reflect badly on Yoongi as well. And while you wished you didn’t care what
happened to Yoongi, you didn’t want to get him fired for lying to Namjoon on your behalf.
While Namjoon wasn’t exactly a vengeful person, he valued honestly and loyalty. He
might not fire Yoongi for breaking your heart, but it would be a different
story if he thought Yoongi had lied to Namjoon’s face. The two combined could
mean the end of Yoongi’s career, which you didn’t want (no matter how much of
an ass he was).
Yoongi was furious. You were glad
you were still sitting in a semi-crowded restaurant, because otherwise you
were sure he would be yelling by now.
“What if you… I don’t know, tell
him your parents are sick?”
Yoongi gave you a reproachful
stare. “I haven’t talked to my parents in years, and Namjoon knows it.”
Oh. You tried to think of some
other reason for him not to be there.
“A close friend was hit by a car?” You offered, and Yoongi rolled his eyes.
“Do you even know your brother?” Yoongi scoffed. “First thing he would say is
‘What’s their name? I’ll send them a get-well-soon card’.”
You groaned as you put your head in
your hands, sinking further into your chair. Yoongi was right, that was exactly what Namjoon would say.
“Do you have any better ideas?” You
asked through your hands.
“We could tell him the truth.” The way Yoongi said it didn’t
sound serious, but you sat up and faced him with a glare anyway.
“You mention one ounce of the truth and I’ll tell him the
That made Yoongi shut up for a
moment, and you frowned at the table cloth (you didn’t want to look at him
anymore, he looked too angry).
“I think you’re just going to have
to come along.” You said after some thought. “We’ll act like the perfect
couple, happily and madly in love, and then we’ll keep up the charades for a
month after we get back. After that, I’ll publicly break your heart and that’ll be
the end of it.”
“Publicly?” Yoongi growled. “And why are you the one who dumps me?”
“Because you want to keep working
for Namjoon.” You said simply. “If I break up with you, you’re safe from
Namjoon’s wrath. And it should be at least semi-public, so that there’s no
doubt who dumped who.” It was the best plan you could come up with, and you
didn’t think it was so bad.
“I actually hate you.” Yoongi said,
and even though there was very little real hatred in his voice, it still stung.
“Yeah, well.” You tried not to seem
as affected by his words as you were. “If you want to keep your job, I suggest
your keep your hatred to yourself.”
You didn’t talk to Yoongi much
after that, only texting him the details about the lake house. You booked his
plain ticked along with yours, figuring that it would look better if you
arrived together. When you informed him of this, he replied with “we’re not sitting together, right?” You
decided to wait until later to inform him that actually, there were only two
seats left on the plain, and they were right next to each other. You figured
Yoongi would live.
Yoongi felt like he was going to
die. There were two ways this was going to go.
1. He would spend the two weeks with
you and everything would go smoothly. The problem with this was he would be
lying to his boss, not to mention spending every moment of every day with
someone whom he really didn’t even want to look at currently. And after that,
who knows what else you would ask him to do? It all started with a simple lunch
date, and now he was supposed to spend two weeks with your family? When would
it end? After the two of you were married? No. This option was not okay.
2. Namjoon would find out that
everything was a lie, you would through Yoongi under the buss, and he would
lose his job.
Nether option was ideal.
Yoongi groaned as he pressed his
face against the glass of the window, trying to sit as far away from you as
possible. You had given him the window seat as a sort of peace-offering for
sitting together, but he still wasn’t happy with the situation.
He could see in the reflection of
the glass that you were fidgeting in your seat, and it was driving him a little
“Will you sitstill?” He said
through clenched teeth.
“No.” You replied curtly. “Now give
me your phone.”
Yoongi turned to you slowly. “Give
you my what?”
“Your phone, Min Yoongi.” You said, holding out your hand expectantly. He
wanted to argue, but if he was going to be stuck next to you for the next three
hours, he wasn’t going to pick a fight. Grumbling, he pulled his phone out of
“We’re in an airplane, you can’t
use it—unless your intention is for us to die.”
“I’m not going to make a phone
call.” You said with an exasperated sigh. “We’re supposed to be in love, right?
You need a picture of me as your lock screen.” You opened the camera app and
posed, snapping a few before choosing your favorite.
“Did it ever occur to you that
maybe I don’t want to see your face every time I open my goddamn phone?” What was much
more concerning was that he really didn’t mind the idea.
“Did it ever occur to you that you
don’t have a choice?” You asked, pulling out your own phone and holding it up. “Look
Yoongi made a face at you, and to
his horror you took a picture of it. “Perfect.” You said happily.
“Hang on.” He said, trying to reach
for it. “I wasn’t ready, you can’t keep that one—“
“Yes I can. And it’s just what I
need. Couples have all kinds of derpy pictures of each other, right?”
“No.” Yoongi said, although he
agreed with what you had said. “This is probably why you’re single.”
A/N Wow it’s been a strange couple of days! I locked my keys in my car, took a pole dancing class, and got my keys back. And then today a friend of mine locked her keys in her car (with the engine still running) and these three strangers who happened to be there also happened to know how to break into cars?? It was very strange, but also kind of amazing. Haha, anyway… Sorry I’ve been kind of absent, I’ve had some papers and other writing assignments to do, and haven’t been feeling super creative as a result. I think I should have some time this weekend to finish up the next chapter of “Of Books and Dirty Cash” as well as several requests that I have almost finished but not quiet (as i said, I haven’t been feeling super creative, and I don’t like to force writing bc it turns out bad) Thank you for reading, and let me know what you think! <3 <3
a/n: I’m honestly so nervous because it’s been literally millennia since I last posted something like this…. I hope you guys like it ;) this is heavily based off snapchat…. and…. I’m sorry if it’s too messy jfc I had to stop multiple times
“Hey you beautiful people, it’s Y/n here. Coming at you with a new video starring a very important person.” You smiled at the camera.
Your boyfriend leaned down from behind the camera, putting his face in the screen.
“Ah! Kookie stop you’re gonna fog it up!” You laughed, throwing a pillow at him.
He caught it and came to sit next to you on the bed.
“Say hello.” You notion at the camera looking at him.
He blushed and cleared his throat, “I’m Jungkook, her boyfriend.” He smiled.
“That’s it? You’re just my boyfriend, you’re only reason of living is to be my boyfriend?” You raised your eyebrow at him.
“Yeah, pretty much.” He giggled and nudged you.
Shaking your head you turned back to the camera, “ Okay so we’re going to do the Touch My Body challenge. Are you nervous?” You asked him, kissing his cheek.
“Aish, jagiya. No, I’m not nervous, I’ve touched you before.” He said, smirking.
You placed the blind fold over the his eyes, “You ready?” You asked.
“Let’s do it babe.” He smiled.
You licked your lips and made noises like your were unbuckling your pants, you giggled and licked your lips once more and placed his finger on your mouth.
“Jagiya! No!” He laughed and pulled his finger away, “Wait let me feel again.”
You giggled and licked your lips before putting his finger back on them.
He smiled, “Its your lips jagiya!”
“Which ones?” You joked.
He ripped off his blind fold and looked at your face and busted out laughing, “You’re so dirty, babe! I knew it was your mouth.”
“Okay okay, put the blind fold back on.” You ushered and he listened.
You smiled and opened your mouth, and placed his finger on your tongue.
“Ew, what is that?” He cringed.
You looked at his blind folded face and glared, “Ew?!”
“No no no! Not ew, it’s just.. what is that?” Kookie asked.
“It’s your favorite thing to have on your body.” You looked at the camera and winked.
“Where on my body?” His voice got huskier as he asked you, his hands reaching up slowly to take off his blind fold.
“Guess.” You whispered as he took it off and stood up to grab you by your waist.
“You might want to turn off your camera for what’s about to happen next.” He said in your ear after he pulled you closer to him, holding you by the waist.
You laughed and looked at the camera, “Keep it classy and keep it sassy, it’s been real. Peace out!” You signed off but not before Kookie smacked your ass and gave you a kiss… that turned into something more when you stopped recording.