Sitting on the edge of the basin that surrounded the
Bethesda fountain, you looked up at the statue and tilted your head to one
side, analysing it. The winged angel carried lilies in one hand as she pointed
in your direction.
You walked past it almost every day, but you never took the
time to look at it. Now that you knew angels were real, you wondered she had
ever existed. You stared at it, your eyes intense, feeling like the statue was
“Don’t look at me like that,” you told the statue, “not everyone
can be an angel.”
Midoriya Izuku was luck enough to get a scholarship at Yuuei thanks to his relations with All Might. They weren’t really well off so education at those kinds of school are not really within his access. But All Might has given him a chance to go do just that and he’s been studying day and night to get his good grades and become a successful hero. Until, he well got lured lost in the room of a certain host club and broke a vase worth 8M yen. He has then been enslaved worked as a host for the club to pay off the broken vase.
The hosts are the following:
1. Bakugou Katsuki (Bad Boy Tsundere Type) - You will just love Bakugou. Actually, everyone will just kinda love him. Or hate him with a burning passion. There is no in between. He might seem furious but inside his heart is actually a more furious and raged man but beneath all that is actually a boy who is tsundere for you. You may find yourself being careful around him but the longer you linger, the more you catch on to his tsundere charms and then, you are stuck forever. He is actually also very smart, despite his love for profane words. He also won UA’s hero tournament and has been holding the title for 2 years. Also self-proclaimed leader of the host club.
2. Todoroki Shouto (Hot & Cold Type) - Todoroki Shouto is unpredictable if anything. Sometimes, he has the warmest of smiles that get you all jittery and on other days, he has the coldest of stares that will leave you shaking. His capricious nature gets people more interested in him. The reason why Todoroki acts as such is said to be one of the 7 mysteries of Yuuei among others. He is also the son of the top Hero, Endeavor, although he does not like to talk about it. Never talk to him about Endeavor unless you want to see his cold stares but if you want to see them, then be my guest. But mind you, there are repercussions.
3. Iida Tenya (Serious & Earnest Type) - Iida Tenya is a good choice for first timers at the host club. He is sensible and easy to converse with, although, he sometimes get out of hand with his speeches talking. A true gentleman, this one. He won’t ever push you or make you feel uncomfortable. Sometimes though, the more cunning and devious girls end up teasing him with matters of the heart until he gets beet red and inexplicably flustered. But that is, in its own right, a sight to behold. Most people visit him for that awkward blush.
4. Kirishima Eijirou (Upbeat & Friendly Type) - Kirishima Eijirou is also one that is well recommended for starters. He knows your cues and knows how to read people unlike Iida. Plus, he’s a natural mood maker so if you want light conversation and a good time, he’s the one. He’s also a good listener so if you are having troubles, he’ll gladly lend you an ear and try to give you advice. Has an obsession with ‘manly’ things and there is 101% chance that if you show him something manly, he will become a helpless puppy.
5. Shouji Mezou (Gentle & Kind Type) - Do not let Shouji Mezou’s rough and intimidating exterior fool you. He is actually the kindest of souls. Even as they call him Tentacles because of his quirk, he actually the most gentle of group. Mezou is also a good listener but unlike Kirishima, he rarely gives out advice, if he actually ever does. So if it is him, then you can go pour your heart out.
6. Kaminari Denki (Flirty & Dorky Type) - Kaminari Denki is a natural flirt. He knows your daily pick up lines and the like. You could say he knows how to make you feel the sparks between the two of you. But if you don’t laugh at his jokes or react the way he expects you too, he panics real bad. Most of his visitors actually go just want to go see him flail and be confused because it is actually what makes him cute. Sadly, he does not know about this. His fans will protect that secret to their graves.
7. Midoriya Izuku (Pure & Perfect Type) - Izuku is an idea son man. He is humble and understanding. He can converse with you with pretty much any topic but talk to him about heroes and his eyes glisten like the waters of the sea and his smile, oh god, his smile will dispel all the impurities in your heart. He is a cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure. He also will try to help you with 200% of things. Just don’t take advantage of his kindness because that might earn you the wrath of the other guys in the host club *cough* Bakugou *cough* Todoroki *cough*.
scenes and stuff:
But imagine Deku buying ‘commoner coffee’ and Bakugou being angry like “wtf is this shit deku?! i swear” but Deku is saved by Kirishima who fools Bakugou into drinking it as a form of ‘challenge’.
But also imagine Kacchan being hella confused because Deku is cute, CUTE. And Kacchan protecting Deku from one of his less saner fangirls and Deku thanking kacchan but Kacchan refusing the thank you because it is his responsibility, yada yada. But is secretly happy about it.
Kirishima watching in the distance and feeling both happy and sad because Bakugou is rarely ever truly happy but Bakugou is happy because of someone else. Kirishima who has been keeping his feelings with Bakugou at bay until Deku came. Just jealous Kirishima.
And also Deku having to wake up Todoroki, who is terrifying when woken by someone else, because he fell asleep at the host club room. And oh god, Todoroki pulls Deku’s hand when Deku called on him causing Deku to go fall in Todoroki’s chest.
Iida and Izuku reviewing together in the library and accidentally touching each other’s hand while trying to get something because both were too engrossed in studying that they didn’t have time to look.
Club treasurer Tsuyu and secretary Uraraka because someone or in this case some two need to watch the guys in the host club and make sure Izuku is safe and kept pure.
Also, Uraraka making all the guys float when girls begin hording at them in hallways. And Tsuyu retrieving them all with her trusty frog tongue.
Also, Uraraka and Tsuyu always being together and helping each other out that they actually fall in love with each other but the other party thinks they are in love with Izuku so Uraraka and Tsuyu try to set each other up with Izuku when they should just be admitting their love for each other.
BTS Reaction to seeing their S/O walking down the Wedding Isle
You both were planning to get married for a while now, a couple months actually for you were dating for almost 4 years and thought it was about time you tied the knot. Although Namjoon was fully aware that it was his wedding day and you two were finally getting married it didn’t fully stroke him until he saw you walking down the wedding isle, the music softly playing throughout the hall with the rays of sunlight penetrating through the windows illuminating the room making it seem almost unreal. Your wedding dress fitted closely to the body until the mid hip then widen gradually to the hem with a train that dragged 3 feet behind you, and finally decorated tiny white pearls that were scattered throughout the dress.
He couldn’t blink thinking if he did he would wake up and this would all be a dream, you looked absolutely beautiful. He couldn’t believe that you were the one he would build a family with, the one he would grow old and graying with, the one he would spend with the rest of his life.
“This can’t be real”
Seokjin never been as star stuck as he was right in that moment. His eyes were glued to your graceful frame, drinking in your serene body image. Your dress flew flawlessly away from your frame and a charming smile was spread across your rose coloured lips. Your eyes were slightly red, tears ready to break through to compliment your beautifully made up face. It was at that moment Seokjin realised he never saw something as beautiful as you were that day. You were simply breathtaking.
“I couldn’t take my eyes off of you”
Yoongi typically had a problem expressing his feelings well. It was either he didn’t find it necessary to say anything or he genuinely didn’t care, so it had always been a type of stumbling block in your relationship. But when he saw you walking towards him, your mermaid style dress carving out all of your curves, your veil blocking your face but accentuating your curly locks cascading down your shoulders and back, in that moment, for the first time ever, he struggled to contain himself. He felt tears streaking down his face as he tried and failed to contain his emotions. He teared up at the fact that you were so damn beautiful in that dress. He teared up at the fact that you were about to become his and he was about to become yours. He teared up at the possible future you could have. He teared up at the imagined image of you holding his son and daughter in your hands, a tired but vibrant smile painted on your lips. You halted in front of him, a smile of adoration adorned your face. The one phrase that went through his mind was….
“ I cant wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”
He stood up at the end of the isle with tears in his eyes. The center of his universe was walking towards him, a brillant smile on her face, camillias in her hands and an engagement ring that would soon chain their two hearts together. Just the thought made him shudder in happiness. He coyld remember very vividly what you looked like when he first laid his eyes on you. Flowing hair, 1000 megawatt smile, loving eyesand careful hands, hands that he would come home to, hands that would massage his shoulders when he was tired, hands that would make his dinner, hands that wouls comfort him when everything became too much, hands that he would soon be able to call his own. Looking forward at your advancing figure all he could thing of was..
“My life begins here”
Jimin was hopelessly in love with you, from the very first day you both meet, in the local ice cream shop in your neighbourhood where his eyes meet your young vibrant ones, until this very day. He couldn’t believe that this day had finally come, the day you two say your vows signifying your future life together as husband and wife. Getting to spill his heart out in his vows to the girl he’d been love with and had the pleasure of spending the last few years with he couldn’t help but release a tear seeing you walking down the isle, your arm hooked with his soon to be father-in-law. You were always beautiful to him but seeing you draped in your lace detailed wedding dress that accentuated your curves with a vial and tiara adorning your head he couldn’t believe how lucky he was to be spending the rest of his life with someone so angel like. You smiled at his reaction to seeing you for the first time in your dress, feeling lucky to have such a wonderful man like him.
“I can’t believe this is happening”
Taehyung was a mess before the wedding making sure everything was perfect for your special day, sure he was getting married too but he wanted this day to be all for you. From making sure the cake was exactly how he imagined it to the fine details of the decorations on the tables. But when the time finally came for the ceremony to start all his worries faded into pure adoration at the fact he was about to marry you. Words could not describe the feeling he felt seeing you, the one he’s been madly in love with for only God knows how long, walking down the wedding isle, when he first saw you slowly walking towards him, your steps going with the music that echoed through the room, in a high low lace wedding dress with a bouquet of your favourite flowers in your hand, he thought you looked absolutely stunning. Millions of feelings rushing though him at once not believing that this moment had finally come, the moment he could finally call you his wife. He couldn’t hold back the tear that slipped pass his water line, he hold his head low chuckling to himself because he knew he was going to cry. Seeing his reaction you smiled feeling tears build up in your own eyes, you loved him as much as he loved you and you were beyond happy that you could finally call him your husband.
“ Wish this moment could last forever”
He was completely freaking out, standing in the middle at the front of where the wedding ceremony was being held he couldn’t help but feel nervous, his hands becoming clammy and his throat was dry. Scanning the room he looked at all his family members sitting with yours, feeling the pressure of everyone stares, especially from your side of the family, he felt like they were expecting everything from him,like they were expecting him to never hurt you which he would never do, he cherished you with all his heart. As each second passed he was kept anticipating to start of the music and for you to walk through the closed doors at the end of hall. But as soon as he heard the music and saw you emerge from the doors he felt instantly better his worries faded away, he meet eyes with you seeing how beautiful you look and feeling nothing but love towards you his nerves calmed down a smile tugged at his lips, he couldn’t believe he was so worried because in this very moment he forgot all the stares and pressure from your family, all he could see was you. He never felt so happy in his life and he was sure there was nothing that could top this feeling he felt right now for he was beyond grateful and happy….. To be marrying someone like you.
By popular request here’s a part 4 of I like that. :)
Summary: Y/N’s Jughead’s friend who works at Pop’s where FP Jones saves her from a creepy fratboy and that intrigues her.
Summary for part 4: Y/N Being left empty handed after she almost gets caught with FP, she can’t get him out of her head. After meeting FP, she get’s a visit from memories from her past and FP learns some new truth about the girl who has been running trough his mind for the past couple of days. (a lil smut)
Waking up bright and early to the sound of birds singing outside her window Y/N got out of bed with a smile on her face. She got dressed in a white sundress that reached her mid thighs. She looked herself in the mirror after she did her make up and nodded to herself. The long flowey sleeves making her seem innocent but the neckline exposing just enough cleavage to gain some stars from people, well one person in particular.
While starting to prepare breakfast for her and her mother she couldn’t help but think about the tall dark and handsome man that has been keeping her mind occupied for the last couple of days.
“What’s taking you so long?” Her mother shook her out of her daydream.
“The fact that i have to do everything myself.” She said to herself before turning around with a fake smile. “It’s ready. Here you go.” She gave her her plate before sitting down and eating her breakfast.
“Have you considered taking up a full time job?” Y/N asked after a while, feeling like she was the mom and her actual mother was the daughter.
“I don’t need to.” She smiled up at her daughter. “I have you.’‘
’'Yeah.” Y/N rolled her eyes and started to clean up after herself. “I’ll go for a walk.” She decided, since it was Saturday and she needed to clear her head. She didn’t wait for her mother’s reply and grabbed her purse and walked out of the house. As soon as she got out of the house she started walking towards the south side of town, without really realising it.
Y/N has been walking for a bit over 15 minutes when a familiar car slowed down besides her. “Hey.’'
She turned in the direction of the voice realising who it was. ’'FP!” A smile sneaked up on her face as soon as she saw him.
“Need a ride?” He said with a smirk.
“Oh I need more than a ride.” She said walking around and getting inside the car.
“Everything alright?” Actual concern was notable in his voice but she just shook her head.
“Yeah, I just need to stop thinking for a couple of minutes.” She sighed before looking at him. “Can you help me with that?”
He nodded, his hand on her thigh in a comforting manner as he drove. They soon reached the south side trailer park where FP parked. “Welcome to the south side.” He told her with a smile that was filled with both worry and empathy.
“No.” She shook her head walking out of the car with a worried FP following behind her. “Don’t look at me like that.’'
’'Wha-” He couldn’t finish his question as Y/N grabbed his jacket and pressed her lips against his. “Please.” She whispered against his lips.
“Yeah.” He nodded before kissing her back, picking her up with ease, letting her wrap her legs around him as he walked up to his trailer.
His hands were holding her thighs firmly as he finally managed to open the trailer door. He kicked the door shut before pressing her against it and putting all of his attention back to kissing her.
Seconds later she was running her fingers trough his hair while he walked them both to his bed, their kiss never breaking contact.
He gently lied her down on the bed as she started to tug off his jacket, letting him know that she needed him. And she needed him now.
He raised his eyebrow, smirking at her urgent look she had in her eyes.
“Don’t smirk down at me, Jones. It’s time to pay up.” She said, finally managing to push his jacket.
“Is that so, little girl?” He asked, keeping his face just far enough that she couldn’t kiss him, but still could feel his breath on her skin.
“Don’t you dare-” She was cut off by his hand making it’s way to her lace covered heat.
“Don’t I dare what?” He challenged her, hovering over her, his hand beside his head, holding himself up above her.
“I need you.” She didn’t care about sounding desperate. She was desperate. What she wanted, no, what she needed was so close.
“That’s more like it.” He said before finally kissing her again, his hind slowly but surly tugging her pantie off her legs before just giving up and straight up tearing them off.
“Hey those were expensive!” She gasped making him raise an eyebrow down at her as in to say 'Really? Do you want me to stop?’
“Fuck you.” She snapped before pulling him back in to a kiss. He started to rub small circles on her clit finding how wet she already was. “Mhm” He half moaned half groaned against her skin. The fact that she wanted him so much, that he made her this wet, oh, this made him feel things he hasn’t felt in years. He felt wanted, desired, he felt like himself again.
She quickly reached down to unbuckle his belt and undo her jeans. His hard cock finally free of his clothes as he pressed it against her entrance.
They didn’t want fore play, teasing, dirty talk, they didn’t want love. Both of them just wanted each other.
“FP!” She moaned out as he pushed his member inside of her. He used all of his will power to stop himself from moving, not wanting to hurt her. “Move, God, please move!” She wanted him, she wanted the pain that came with it.
Not a second passed before he started pounding in and out of her. The raw sensation making them both moan out, their hands roaming over each other bodies.
They still had their clothes off, in the heat of the moment none of them wanted to waist any time. They wanted to be with each other, then and there, not caring that they were both still dressed and that they probably shouldn’t be doing this, but none of them cared.
“Yes!” She screamed out as he got a hold of her leg and positioned it over his shoulder, the new position allowing him to hit a whole new group of spots, all of which she wanted him to.
“Mhm.” His breath was heavily as he went to kiss her neck as her hands found their way to his shirt, ripping it open. She ran her fingers over his chest and around his, digging her fingernails in to his back as he picked up his speed.
“Yes! Yes!” She couldn’t help but scream out, everything finally happening. The tension has been building in her ever since she first meet him. Now it’s happening and it’s better than what she has hoped for.
She could feel him smirk against her neck, happy with how he made her feel. “I’m close.” She moaned out, her hands gripping at the skin on his neck wanting more of him, wanting all of him.
“Oh, baby girl.” He groaned out as he felt her walls tightening around him. He reached down to rub small circles on her clit as he gave his all in to thrusting in and out of her, pushing her over the edge.
“FP!” She screamed out her name with a smile playing on her lips. She felt her legs shake and her stomach tighten before she was swallowed by pure bliss.
FP finally let go and came inside of her, both of them moaning each others name as they came from their highs.
He collapsed down next to her, still trying to catch his breath as he looks to his left, where he sees her. Her smiling, her eyes still closed, a soft blush on her cheeks. There was no doubt in his mind. She was the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. She was so pure, yet she awoke the dirtiest and the rawest thoughts in him. She was perfect.
“Stop staring.” She giggled, rolling on her side to come face to face with the older man.
“Can’t help it.” He said, his hand finding its spot on her hip, a smile on his lips.
“I like your smile.” She smiled, her fingertips touching his stubble covered cheek.
“I like you.” He responded Without thinking making her smile brighter. She leaned in and kissed him softly. “I like you too.”
Soon they were both asleep in each other’s arms, when a knock woke FP up. “What the-? He got out of bed, pulling a fresh shirt over his head and walked over to his door.
’'Mr. Jones, Hi.” A blonde girl maybe a year or two younger than the girl in his bed smiled a nervous smile as he opened the door.
“You’re Cooper’s girl, right?” He said, his voice raspy.
“Yes, I’m Betty. Can I come in?” She asked, he could see her hands shaking.
“Um.. maybe now is not the best time, Betty.” He said, his eyes drifting to the direction of his bed room where Y/N was sleeping.
“Please, I just need a minute of your time.”
“Sure.” He sighed letting her walk in.
“So it’s Jughead’s birthday in a couple of days. And I’m planing a birthday party for him. It would mean a lot to have you there.’'
’'Birthday parties aren’t really his thing.”
“I know, but with everything going on, i think it would be good for him. And with you there, I think he would be happy.” She insisted.
“I don’t know..’'
’'FP?” A sleepy voice came from behind them making Betty’s eyes widen.
“Y/N?!” Betty quickly recognised her friend’s voice. She was like an older sister to her, she would recognise her anywhere.
“Oh, fuck.” Y/N sighed after realising what she just walked in to. Her dress was wrinkled and her hair a mess. There was no way Betty didn’t figure out that they just had sex.
“You, and him?” Betty couldn’t hide the surprise and the disgust.
“Betty, let me explain..”
“You’re sleeping with Jughead’s dad!” The blonde didn’t have any of it.
“It’s not like that..”
“No, what is it like then? Your life is fucking perfect, why do you have to ruin everyone’s lives.’'
’'What?” Y/N was taken back by her comment. Yes she never told anyone what her life was actually like, so she couldn’t blame Betty for thinking that, but ruining people’s lives, where did that come from?
“This will crush Jughead!”
FP felt his heart sink when he saw the expression on Y/N’s face. “You need to go!” he stepped in front of Y/N, sending Betty a stern look.
“I..” Betty felt all the colour drained from her face before she turned around and walked out.
“Hey.” FP turned around, coupling Y/N’s face with his rough hands and making her look up at him. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah..” She swallowed, still shocked.
“Come here.” He pulled her in to a hug. And for a couple of seconds they just stood there, in each others hands.
“What was she talking about?” He asked as they walked over to his couch, sitting down, with his hand still protectively over her shoulders.
“I don’t know.” She tried to think back to what it could be, and then it hit her. “Jason..”
“The blossom kid?’'
’'Yeah. He was dating her sister, Polly.” She started, her voice shaking. “I’m not proud of that but I really needed the money. My mum wasn’t working and we almost lost our house.. I saw no other option.”
“Hey, hey it’s okay. What are you talking about?” He said, getting her to finally look at him.
“His mum… She called me one day and she somehow knew me and my mum were having financial troubles. She offered me a lot of money to seduce her son and make sure Polly sees us together.” She shook her head, looking down at her lap in shame. “I didn’t know they were so serious. I just thought that Mrs. Blossom just wasn’t to fond of her son’s new girlfriend and wanted them to break up… So I flirted with him, it only took a couple of smiles before he was coming on to me. I hated every second of it, every kiss, every tough…’'
FP just looked at her, There was no judgement, no hate, just understanding in his stare.
’'Finally, Polly found us making out behind pop’s. She was devastated. I hated myself for months after that. But Mrs. Blossom did give me the money she promised me and i was able to pay up all the mortgage and me and my mum were able to keep the house.” She looked up at FP, her eyes teary, but she did not let any tears actually fall from them. “I didn’t know Betty knew..’'
’'You will never have to do that again.” FP told her, determination in his voice. “If you ever need anything again, you come to me.” He told her, his hand coupling her cheek. “Okay?”
’'Yes, you could, and you will.” He told her, his eyes warm but his words almost demanding.
“Okay.” She nodded before he pulled her in to his chest again. Letting her wrap her arms around him again.
“It’s gonna be okay.” He kissed the top of her head.
Request: uuuhHHHHHH REID X READER WHERE THE
READER IS A TOTAL BADDIE?!?!!!!!!!!!!!! Literally do anything else I just gotta
read about Reid w a baddie 😤😤😩
Pairing: Reid x Reader
A/N: Lmaoooo I love this, sure thing babe! I hope I did this
alright and I hope you like it! Keep em’ coming! Xoxo
A/N 2: If there is any piece I did that you want a sequel
to, let me know and I’ll try my best! Xoxo
A/N 3 : This isn’t great in my opinion, please don’t shit on me for it lmao
The flashing neon lights burned your eyes and the thumping
music was making your ears ring, but it didn’t really matter to you. You
twisted your hips and rolled your body around the dance floor, making even some
of the most attractive guys at the club look at you and wink. Your best friend
was in the middle of dancing…well more so grinding on some guy. It was quite
entertaining to watch her lure him into a sexual trap.
A couple seconds later, she pushed him away and gripped your
arm. “Hey Y/N,” she screamed over the loud ass music and into your ear, “Let’s
get a drink.”
You laughed as she pulled you away from the noisy room and
into the tamer bar room. The place had a bar and stools lined up against the
wall and then booths opposite, where only one group of adults sat. There was
about seven of them chatting, but you didn’t pay much attention to them and
ordered up a cocktail with your friend.
Spencer had completely zoned out from anything his teammates
were saying. Their laughing and chattering had left his attention. A girl with
a golden dress and the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen had just walked in
and was now sitting a few feet away. He watched as she laughed with the girl
she was with. Her body was fantastic, her curves were literal perfection and
just the sight of you was making him hard.
He felt a nudge in his side and turned to see Derek smirking
at him. “Come on pretty boy, take a chance.”
Your conversation was put on hold when you felt a tap on
your arm and turned to see the cause. A younger man with the most beautiful
brown eyes was staring at you. He was so pure and innocent looking that it just
made you want to pounce.
“Hey there,” he awkwardly spoke. “I’m Spencer.”
He had the cutest smile you had ever seen. Your friend had
slipped off back into the dance room, leaving you with the extremely handsome
stranger. Being the wild partier you were, you grinned back and tightly gripped
his sweaty hand. You stood up from the bar stool and dragged him out the EXIT
door into the back alley, ignoring the curious stares and smirks from his
“Um…Miss…I,” he tried to speak, but you instantly cut him
off with a kiss. His lips were softer than ever and your slightly drunken self
was already worshipping him. He surprisingly didn’t hesitate to kiss you back,
slipping his tongue deep into your mouth and cupped your ass in his hands.
He lifted your left leg, cradling your entire body as you
two continue to making out in the midnight summer breeze. Your pussy was
throbbing for him and you wanted him inside you so bad at that moment, but you
had to play it cool.
Pulling away, you kissed the tip of his nose and brushed
your hand against his crotch, making him grunt in sexual frustration.
“See ya round handsome,” you whispered in his ear as you
turned on your heel and headed back inside.
How about Genji, Hanzo, and McCree where (before they're even in a relationship) the reader just really randomly grabs them by the collar of their shirt and kisses them passionately?
Hey! Just your friendly mod here to say that it’s best to get consent before doing anything to anyone, not just sex. That includes kissing! I only changed the prompt a little, but I think it’s important to remind people of that. Sorry about the lecture - Mod Genji
tw: some day drinking with McCree ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
In the aftermath of a battle, the first thing that is done is checking on everyone in the field. Hanzo responds easily, he was safe most of the fight up on his sniper perch, but your voice sounds ragged as you turn down mercy’s offer to check on you.
He’s not far from your position, so he decides to make sure everything’s okay (because he’s a good teammate, not because he has a crush, obviously)
You’re leaning against a wall as you walk, limping, and suddenly he’s at your side much quicker then either of you had guessed he could move
“I’m fine, I’m fine. Nothing to worry bout, I’m just tired.” He makes you stop anyways, rest your weight on the wall behind him. He doesn’t miss how you can’t take your eyes off him, he just pretends that he does
“Hanzo… I- there were a few close calls in that last one. Wasn’t sure if I was going to make it-”
his heart is pounding in his ears, but he does not look away from you
“It made me realize that I just.. I can’t die and not have you know. I just can’t.”
“I just… this is hard to say… can I kiss you?”
He wasn’t expecting that. It takes him a second to process, then another few moments to make a decision.
He nods, ever so slightly, small enough that you could have missed it
You don’t, you surge in the second he replies and lock lips with him, your teeth clacking together in your urgency
It’s searing and a little painful but perfect and all he can think about.
There’s nothing in the world but the man in front of him, wrapping an arm around his waist and digging his nails into his cheek
He doesn’t realize he’s kissing back just as hard until he feels his arm curl around your neck
Fuck. FUCK. He’s kissing the boy he’s been pining after for months now. FUCK!
he smiles more then you’ve ever seen him smile, and the two of you almost forget that he could have lost you there. He’s never been this purely happy
There aren’t a lot of lazy days anymore, not since the recall. Jesse can’t say he misses the weeks on months on years of radio silence that followed the end of the golden years, but he still knows how to appreciate a lazy day
A good way to spend a lazy day? Day drinking with the guy you sorta-kinda-maybe have a crush on
The two of you are enjoyably tipsy, sprawled on the couch next to each other, just enjoying the silence
He feels eyes burning in the side of his head so he turns his head to look at you
You’ve curled into the edge of the couch, gazing at him with a loving smile that makes his face feel like it’s on fire
You just smile wider and sit up, scooting towards him on the couch
He feels his heart rate increase with every inch you get closer
You bring your face closer to his, before stopping when he looks at you and frowning, like you’re thinking really hard
“Tell me to stop.”
“Stop what, darling?”
“I’m going to kiss you.”
He doesn’t tell you to stop, just closes his eyes as your warm lips press against his, the exhilaration that courses through his body as you open your mouth just a little to nip at his bottom lip, how you respond when he presses closer
You kiss for a solid 10 minutes before falling asleep resting your head in the crook of his neck. He can’t stop smiling as he shifts you into his lap, hoping to every god he knows that you won’t regret that when you wake up
Genji doesn’t take his visor off a lot, not because he is ashamed of the face underneath, but because of all the benefits to his vision the mask provides
He is also somewhat paranoid of people recognizing him (either as a Shimada or a blackwatch agent), despite supposedly being dead
So when his visor starts malfunctioning during a mission and he’s told to hold back in Kings Row of all places, he’s very glad that you decide to join him
He’s taken off the visor so the two of you can try and take a look at it, but whatever is broken is beyond your capabilities. He can’t even get it back on
Suddenly there’s footsteps approaching and both of your hearts stop
The two of you frantically whisper fight, looking for something to cover his face with
Whoever is approaching is right around the corner, so in a panic you quickly apologize before pulling Genji in for a kiss
He short circuits
For a second he forgets that you’re on a mission, and that this kiss is a tactical necessity in order to keep your identities hidden, and that you wouldn’t be doing this if there was any other choice
He pulls you flush against his metal body and deepens the kiss, trying to ignore the little noise you made because he’s starting to remember now
The footsteps pass and the two of you slowly part, like you’re scared moving too quickly will send the air around you crashing to the ground and give away your position
It’s silent for a few seconds before you whisper “fuck it” and swoop back in for another kiss
This one is hot and wet and everything Genji has ever dreamed about and more
You don’t rejoin your squad for a while after this ;)
Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader Rating: T Genre: Fluff☁️ Angst Words: 12.2 k
Part 2 For my Kim Taehyung Hogwarts AU! I would suggest reading Tamer before you read this one~
“Miss Y/N? Are you alright, Miss Y/N?”
You snapped out of your daze and looked at the little house elf that stood beside you, staring up at you with her eyes widened worriedly.
You placed a gentle smile on your face and gently patted the house elf’s head, making her blink at you in surprise, “I’m okay, Daisy, you don’t have to worry about me.”
The house elf continued to give you an unsure look, frowning as she placed a cup of tea next to you, “Tea and some cookies should help…”
You beamed at the little elf, pulling her into a hug, “Thank you, Daisy, you and every little house elf here do a fantastic job!”
At you gesture, Daisy smiled brightly, looking extremely pleased that she was rewarded by your praise.
“Miss Y/N! We have cake as well!” Some of the other house elves gathered near your foot, bringing you plates filled with different types of sweets.
Soon, you stared at the mountain of plates with your eyes widened in disbelief, “Oh…” You trailed off, knowing it would be impossible to eat all of it by yourself.
“All of you, why don’t you sit down and join me?” You offered, taking a cookie into your hand.
“Oh, no, no! Daisy cannot do such thing! We cannot eat with Miss Y/N as house elves!” The little house elf seemed horrified by the thought, wildly shaking her head, her long ears flapping at her action.
You hummed, frowning. You knew how house elves worked. They were loyal, little creatures who refused to accept any form of reward unless it was a praise by their master.
But you had a loophole.
“Alright then, can one of you pack me a large container of sweets?” You asked, smiling down at Daisy, “And the rest of you, this is a command from me. I want you all eating until your stomach is satisfied. Remember this is a command, and if you follow this command, you all are wonderful house elves.”
A triumphed smile appeared on your lips as the elves each took a couple of sweets, nibbling on them, none of them being able to go against your command.
Smiling at the scene, you accepted the large container a house elf brought you, “Thank you, love. Excellent job.”
The house elf beamed happily as he too went to grab something to nibble on.
You dusted your cloak, standing up, “Alright, I’m going to go, thank you all for the wonderful help!” You made sure to say as many compliments as you could, knowing that your words made the house elves happy and feel accomplished.
Giving one last pat to Daisy’s head, you walked out of the kitchen, humming to yourself as you held the container filled with sweets.
Now, to look for the person to give this too.
You nodded in greeting to few of your housemates as you walked down the hall, your footsteps making light clicks against the cobble floor.
Your foot carried you to the seventh floor, to the empty area of the left corridor of the campus. You acted like you normally did, your expression relaxed and friendly.
When the hallways became empty, you gave a quick look around before running to the closest wall, placing your hand on the cool surface, knowing that you’ve already walked past the area three times.
You didn’t hesitate on stopping as you walked straight through the wall, stepping into a room that was already occupied by six males.
At your appearance, Jin grinned widely, welcoming you with open arms.
“It’s my baby!!” The male cooed as he hugged you, pulling you into a comforting embrace. You sighed as you patted the man who you considered as your non-blood-related brother.
“Yes, yes, I’m here. Now let me go, I brought you all presents.”
Jin’s eyes widened as you presented the container filled with sweets. He broke into a blinding smile, looking at you with adoration.
“You know that I love you right?”
“Ah, great! I was starting to feel hungry!” Jungkook cheered as he picked up a cookie, shoving it into his mouth.
You smiled at the scene, watching as the boys gathered to pick their share. However, your smile eventually disappeared as you noticed how they all looked.
“What in the world happened to you all?” You questioned, lightly touching Yoongi’s pale cheek, seeing the skin blue and yellow from a bruise.
The said boy winced as he slapped your hand away, a small scowl on his face.
Your eyes shifted to each of them, all of them having some type of damage done to their body.
Your eyes narrowed, noting that they all also had dark circles under their eyes, looking quite exhausted. But you also noticed one other thing.
“Where’s Taehyung?” You questioned, quite astonished that you didn’t notice that the usually energetic male was missing.
At your question, all the males in the room froze, looking like a deer caught in a headlight. Seeing their reaction, you scowled, immediately knowing that they were hiding something important from you.
You crossed your arms over your chest, eyeing each of them with your eyes narrowed.
It’s been a month since the incident with the dragons. Your ribs that were cracked have healed very nicely and you were back in class, caring for the magical creatures.
During the month, you had grown closer to the boys and your relationship with Taehyung has started to develop, although you still continued to deny your feelings when he asked.
The two of you weren’t a couple but Taehyung followed after you like a lost puppy since he heard your confession in the hospital wing. And he refused to ever forget it, bringing it up whenever he sees that there’s an opportunity.
Even when you denied your words, the male will only flash his rectangular smile, not acknowledging any of your denials. He would often retort by saying, “It’s okay, Y/N. I know how you really feel, so I’m just happy knowing!”
His words would often leave you blushing and he loved seeing you like that, always cooing and teasing you.
Now, with the male missing, you felt strange. You couldn’t help yourself from looking around the room, thinking he may have been hiding somewhere and suddenly pop out yelling surprise.
When you realized that wasn’t the case, you looked at Hoseok who was fidgeting the most.
Namjoon seemed to have noticed what you were going to do, opening his mouth. But you beat him to it, walking up to Hoseok.
“Hobi-Oppa, what are you guys hiding?” You questioned, looking at him in hopes of him spilling the beans.
Warnings: self doubt, mentions of bullying, crying
A/N: If you are ever going through anything, and need to talk to someone, please send me a message. I’ll listen, and I will be there for you.
It had been a particularly tough day. A group of power hungry teens had chosen you as their newest target, spitting anything and everything they thought of that would boost their ego your way. You had ignored them up until they began speaking about you and Peter. You had defended your best friend, which resulted in them accusing you of being in love with him. Their ‘leader’ had enough of you for the day, so she left off with one final remark. She told you no one would ever love you, and that you’d die alone, which led to the current conversation you were having with Peter. He had sensed something was off the moment he met up with you after school. Your typical giddy attitude had changed into something foreign to Peter. You wore a frown on your face, accompanied by quiet fidgeting rather than your usual confident state.
You had thought about the topic before, it had eaten away at your mind on multiple sleepless nights. No one besides you had brought it up before.
“Maybe I’m just not enough.” You whispered, refusing to let the hot tears that were building up fall. “What do you mean?” “Maybe I’m not skinny enough, or nice enough for anyone to love me. Am I not pretty enough?”
His eyes stared into yours, laced with hurt and sadness. His heart ached for you, his best friend, his rock. Knowing that you doubted yourself made him want to wrap you in his arms and tell you that he absolutely adored everything about you, and that you were perfect to him in every way. There was nothing anyone could say or do to convince him otherwise.
Peter had listened to you pour your heart out to him, telling him your deepest fear. You thought your physical features contributed to why you believed no one would ever love you, which broke Peter’s heart. It physically hurt him to hear you speaking so poorly of yourself. He vowed right then and there that he would stop at nothing to help you see yourself the way he saw you: perfect, inside and out.
You finally let a small tear fall, and turned away from your best friend.
You felt his weight shift on the small couch from your livingroom, and his hand reached up to cup your cheek. The rough pad of his right thumb stroked across your cheek, wiping away the salty droplet. He gently urged you to face him, as he took your small hand in his larger palm.
The silence was deafening, it was unbearable. You anxiously waited for a response from Peter, hoping he could make all of the pain go away. He always did.
“You are perfect. There isn’t a single flaw in you.”
He leaned in quickly, connecting your lips to his before you could react. Within seconds, you melted into him. It felt as if you were there for an eternity, even if the kiss only lasted a few seconds. Warmth rippled through your body, with a feeling of assurance. When the kiss ended, he rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes.
“I love you.” He quietly said, holding onto you tightly. His voice sounded to pained, yet so sincere. He felt as if he had laid out everything he was, is, and will be, for you to have. He surrendered every fiber of his being to you, in a desperately plea to prove to you how much you mattered to him.
His eyes opened, gazing into yours, anxiously waiting for a response. You searched his chocolate orbs for any sign that he wasn’t telling the truth, but all you saw was pure love, peering right into your soul.
“I love you too, Peter.”
A small smile found its way to his face, as did one on yours. In that moment, everything was perfect. You knew right then and there that everything would be alright.
Waking up was easy this morning. After the emotionally draining moments with Bucky yesterday, the night was full of physically exhausting acts. You smile to yourself as you think of how amazing he was. His strong and safe arms loosely draped over you as you burrowed your head into his chest.
Looking up at him, you traced his nose, and lips with the tip of your finger, trying to make sure he was real. He looked so perfect and angelic that your heart swelled knowing this man was yours.
His lips curled into a smile and gently pressed a kiss to your finger as he awoke. Waking up with you was always his favorite thing, but now it was in a bed that the two of you would share. You would be there every morning and he couldn’t wait. Opening his eyes, his cheeks flushed as he saw the look of pure adoration on your face.
“Morning” he rasped as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. You smiled and just buried your face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent and it grounded you to the moment. He was real and right besides you like he would be for the rest of your life.
“Morning” you breathed out “sleep well?”
“Always, when you’re here” he said sincerely.
“We should get up and use that state of the art kitchen you installed” you smiled at him.
“And she cooks too. The whole package” he teases.
You laugh at him and slide out of bed, grabbing the closest item of clothing, his shirt, and letting it swallow your frame.
The rest of the day passes in similar fashion, Bucky and you lazily exploring what your new home had to offer. Small but passionate kisses, touches, and hugs were exchanged as you cooked and he cleaned the dishes. You sat out on the balcony that was attached to your living room and looked out at Manhattan wrapped in a blanket and him. Talking about anything and everything and it all seemed to fall into place.
Six o’clock rolled around and after a steamy shower with Bucky you were sitting in front of your vanity doing your makeup for the gala Stark was throwing tonight. You stared at yourself and almost didn’t recognize the person that stared back.
She was without a doubt happy and very much in love. Your eyes seemed to sparkle, a healthy and natural flush to your cheeks, and a permanent smile. You could get used to this, to living with Bucky and not having a care in the world. You didn’t ever think this would be your future but now here you sit, happiest you have ever been and you didn’t want it to end.
So busy staring at your own reflection you missed Bucky coming up behind you until he started to massage your shoulders.
“You look ravishing” he whispers into your ear before playful nipping at it.
“You don’t look too bad yourself” you moan. Meeting his eyes in the mirror you stand up and turn to face him.
“This suit will probably get you laid Barnes” you smirk at him before slowly walking to the closet and pulling out the dress you had bought with Wanda and Nat yesterday. “But this dress will definitely get me laid.” you teased.
Stepping into the dress, Bucky’s eyes wandered your figured. It was so hard now not to take his eye off of you. Slowly, like a routine you turned so your back was facing him and lifted your hair up. Well trained from his soldat days, he quickly places one hand on your hip as the other pulls the zipper up and just like always goosebump erupted in his wake. It seemed like a full circle now, before he would undress you before you had to seduce someone. Now, he was the one that got to do both.
Tugging on the zipper one more time he stepped back as you spun around so he could see the front. You watched as his eyes went from shock and lust to awe and love.
“What do you think?” you whispered. The dress was a dark red that he said was his favorite color on you. Thin straps held the low cut sweetheart neckline that cinched perfectly at your waist and gave way to an a-line skirt that fell perfectly.
“I think that if anyone else even looks at you tonight, I might have to murder them. You are mine.” he growls as he places his arms around you protectively.
“Yours” you agree as you tenderly kiss him.
Stepping out of the elevator, it was like you were transported into another world. The decorations were so gold and bright it was almost gaudy. People dressed to the nines were talking or swaying on the dance floor as servers moved between the bodies. It was like a fairytale and prince charming was on your arm, leading you to where Steve, Nat and Sam stood nursing various drinks.
An hour later, you excused yourself to use the restroom. Coming out with your head down, brushing down your skirt, you bumped into someone.
“Sorry!” you apologize and look up. Your blood runs cold and you could hear your heartbeat in your ears.
“No need to apologize my dear. But I will need you to come with me.” he deviously smiles before easily pulling you to a dark corner.
The moment you saw him you were in panic mode. Not being able to move, your lungs felt like they had stopped working. In front of you all you could see were the cruel eyes that had tortured you for days before Steve, Nat, and Bucky found you.
Alexi stood before you, looking like the doppelganger of his dead son, Fyodor.
Your eyes quickly scanned the room, looking for Bucky or anyone at this point. You located the back of his head easily by his tied up hair but he was across the room laughing with the rest of the Avengers. You wanted to scream at how carefree and joyous they looked when you were frozen in fear. Logically, you knew it looked like two people talking to each other to the untrained eye so no one would come and help you.
Looking him straight in the eyes, a chill ran down your spine when you saw his slimy smile.
“What do you want” you said, proud that you sounded assertive, not showing the gripping fear you felt.
“My son back.” he states “But, that is not going to happen, so the next best thing would be you, dead.”
“You know that they are all here tonight. All I have to do is scream and the Avengers will be on you in seconds.” you try to reason with him.
“Ah my dear, that pretty head of your is obviously not filled with much.” he says as he traces your collarbone. You shrug him off and he retaliates by gripping your arm.
“Why do you think I chose tonight to come back to you?” he hisses. “Everyone has their guard down and there are civilians. See those servers?” he nudges his head to the burly men dressed in white shirts and black slacks. “We got here a little early to set up and left some gifts under the tables.” His other hand raises to the light so you can see the device, a simple black rod with a button on the end. “One click and it all blows, all those poor civilians. Not to mention how this building would just crumple, killing pretty much everything and one in a 3 mile radius.” and he sounds almost proud.
You can taste the bile in your mouth as you comprehend what he is saying.
“If I disappear they will know it’s you” you breath out, trying to find all possible ways out of this.
“That’s why you are going to break it off with your little Bucky. Tell him you don’t love him, that you are leaving because that is what you do best. Run. He and the rest of the heartbroken Avengers would never come for someone that didn’t want them.” and your eyes blur from the tears thinking about how you would have to lie and break their hearts.
But he was right, you were always a flight risk. If they thought you were leaving because you didn’t love him or them, they would never try to find you again. They were good people who believed that it was your decision to leave and try and respect it. That, and they would be too devastated to actually look. You knew he had you. It was over.
Nodding your head slightly he grins like a hyena, knowing you saw that you were in checkmate.
“Go tell them, now. Meet me downstairs, a black town car will be right outside the tower. Remember, one wrong move and boom.” he wolfishly grins and gestures.
Moving past him it took you all your strength to walk towards the team and not shout at everyone to get out of the building. For a moment you were selfish enough to think what would happen if you just told them that ABA was here. But, looking around the room you saw too many smiling faces, happy men and women that were mothers and fathers and children and siblings of others. You couldn’t do that to the thousands if not millions of people it would destroy.
So you put on a tight smile and walked slowly to the table where your family sat. Forcing yourself to be cool and keep your poker face strong.
“Y/N” Steve greeted “did you get lost on your way back or something?” he tried to joke but your face showed no sign of registering what he was saying.
“Кукла” Bucky questions, seeing no light behind your eyes.
You curse yourself for thinking that you could trick Bucky into thinking everything was fine. Mustering up all the courage you could, you looked at them one by one before uttering the words you never wanted to say.
“Oh no! Are you not feeling well тень?” Nat questions, not understand the true weight behind your words.
“I feel fine” you lie between your teeth, “I mean, I’m leaving the team.”
Silence engulfs the small area as your friends look at you with bewilderment.
“Is this about ABA? Because you’ll be safe here and we can protect you and ourselves Y/N” Steve says and the rest of them nod in agreement. You do your best to suppress your emotions and give him a cold, hard stare.
“This isn’t about them” and you snort internally, “This isn’t where I’m supposed to be. I’m not meant for this.”
“You’re being silly тень” Nat starts but you cut her off.
“I do not want to be here and I do not want to be part of this family.” you force each word out, exaggerating here and family. A small part of you breaks as you see the crushed looks they try to hide.
Nodding to yourself, you steal a glance at Bucky who has been silent this entire time and you wish you hadn’t. He looks at you with such sorrow that you want to break down and tell him the truth. Too many civilians, you think to yourself, get through this and get downstairs.
You turn and almost run to the elevators when Bucky grabs your wrist, forcing you to collide with his solid mass as he holds on to you for dear life. He wraps his arms around your side as he tries to keep you with him, tries to keep his heart from leaving him.
“You’re lying” he says softly.
“No I’m not.” Yes I am.
“Did… did something happen I wasn’t aware of? We were happy…” he trails off, eyes searching your face for anything. But you knew you had to be strong, to out play him. You took a deep breath before settling your hands on his arms, trying to pry them off of you.
“No Bucky, you thought we were happy. I’m not meant for this, I can’t stay and certainly not with you.” All I want is to stay with you.
“So what, all of this was a lie? Everything you said about loving me and wanting a family?” he says with injury as you struggle against his hold.
“I never wanted any of it. I just didn’t know how to say no.” I want all of it, with you and only you.
“You can’t… I’m not going to let you… please… I love you.” he tries to get the words out, but all he can do now is to beg you to tell him it was all a joke and you loved him. He feels like he’s drowning in the pain and nothing can save him.
“I don’t feel anything. I never wanted any of this and I never loved you.” I’m so sorry. I love you so much it physically hurts.
The last words twisted his face into pure agony and you couldn’t do it anymore. You had to go before he broke you. Quickly rubbing three circles with your thumb on his arm that was holding you, you ripped yourself away from him and fled.
You got to the elevators, turned around and instantly regretted doing so. Bucky hadn’t moved from his position in the middle of the room, looking at you with such betrayal and hurt that you wanted to throw up. Tears bubbled to your eyes as the doors closed and you slid to the ground. Not being able to hold yourself up anymore with the grief that flooded you.
The ‘ding’ of the doors opening brought you back to the moment as you tried your hardest to delay all of your movements. You were walking out of safety, out of your home and into the lion’s den.
The black town car rolled up to the front of the tower and you had to use all your strength to not flee and walk calmly towards it. A tall man stepped out and opened the backdoor for you, ready to pounce on you with any slight foreign movement. You slid into the car slowly before he slammed the door shut loudly and got back into the car.
“Y/N!” you heard his familiar voice shout and you saw Bucky running out of the lobby, straight towards you.
“Did you tell them?” the driver screamed at you.
“No! I swear!” you cried. He looked at you for a split second more before deciding you looked too heartbroken to be lying and slammed on the gas.
“Y/N” you could hear and you twisted your head back to see him running behind the car until he could not longer keep up, all while bawling out your name. He was getting further and further away until he was just a small speck.
You couldn’t stop yourself from crying anymore and the floodgates opened. A sob tore through you as you realized what you had lost. The magnitude of what you did hit you. I’m sorry, you repeated over and over in your head.
In a matter of a few minutes, you had lost everything again.
тень - shadow
A/N: I am so so sorry, I totally cried and broke my own heart writing this (runs and hides forever). Thank you so much for reading! ~J
There was a king, whose name was Magnus, in Greece whom beauty
and kindness were known by all. By all means, he was different from all
the other royalties and mainly, he was lonely and had yet to found
someone to share his life.
It wasn’t that no one wanted that, no, everyday women and men
would woo him, would try to win his heart. They were nice but Magnus
could see that they only were there for his money and the throne. He had
almost been tricked once by one of the women. ‘Never again’ he had
promised to himself, and from this day, he remained single and lonely.
But the king was a man of talent and Magnus spent days and nights in his atelier sewing and sculpting.
One day, he decided to sculpt the one person who would be his
ideal of beauty. He didn’t know them, him, the man he was creating
probably didn’t even exist, but if he did, if he did exist, he would
look just like that.
Magnus worked for weeks on his new masterpiece and forbid anyone
to bother him. He needed to be alone for it to be perfect. He needed to
be able to focus and get rid of any distraction. He barely even ate.
In town, people started talking; saying their king was obsessed
or worse, that he had gone crazy. That loneliness had ended up eating
him alive to the point he lose himself. Some were worried, some
pessimistics seemed to think he would soon die and some others kept
hoping for their king to come back, all magnificent, all kindness, all
It was nighttime when Magnus finished his statue, sweat rolling
on his temples, hands calloused from all the work he had put them into.
He didn’t dare to look at his piece yet, as if he wouldn’t bear it. He
didn’t feel ready. Instead, he went to the small bed he had put in the
atelier. He, who often couldn’t sleep, found peace that night.
Hot rays of sunshine woke him up the next morning and the first
thing his eyes laid on was his statue. Magnus breath hitched, because
oh, in the name of all the Gods and Goddesses, it was beautiful.
The man he had carved in ivory was borderline perfect. He was
tall, taller than Magnus and his eyes, though devoid of life, had this
sweetness the king had never seen in anyone alive before. Wide lips were
shaped under a slightly upturned nose gave his face a gracious and
gentle aura. The hair despite being carved in the same material seemed
messy, wild even. The body was toned and muscular, if one saw it, they
would automatically feel the urge to touch. Magnus had never felt so
proud and oh is it needed to say he fell in love immediately? He wasn’t
one to name his statues but he made an exception for this one.
Magnus didn’t realise at first how madly in love he had fallen.
He spent his days staring at him, sometimes touching the cold features
of the ivory man, brushing them delicately with the tip of his fingers.
He liked to imagine how soft the skin of the man would be if he was
real, the colour of his eyes, the colour of his hair, the shade of his
lips. Would his skin be tan or as pale as the material he was made of?
Would his eyes be brown? Green? Blue? Hazel? Would his hair be blonde?
Black? Ginger? Would his lips be a shade of red or a shade of pink? And
how would the voice escaping them would sound? Would it be deep and
sweet? He thought so. Sometimes, the king would even allow himself to
picture the personality of the man. He imagined him to be a shy but
straightforward man, loyal, always, and full of love and passion. And
more and more often, he dreamt of him and the love they could share if
he was real, if they were together.
Fantasy was enough at first but slowly, Magnus found himself
needing more. Daydreaming made him realise even more how this would
never happened, because Alexander, his Alexander was ivory. He was cold
and didn’t, couldn’t, feel anything. He couldn’t be aware of Magnus’
love and was a stranger to emotions. He wasn’t real. He was only a
fragment of his imagination existing only under the form of a statue.
Sadness and despair hit him hard and he closed himself once again.
Looking at his statue, at his Alexander only brought him pain and
The King didn’t know which God or Goddess to pray, which one
would ease his pain and make him feel whole again, he just didn’t feel
alive anymore. Magnus thought and thought, and finally, he decided to
pray Aphrodite, Goddess of Love, she only would hear and understand him,
at least he hoped.
Magnus went to the nearest temple, giving to the Goddess as much
richness and presents he could hold and fell to his knees, begging.
“Ô Aphrodite, Goddess of Love and Beauty, please hear my prayer.
I fell in love with what is not to be loved in a romantic way and
sadness is burying me alive. I beg you Ô my Goddess, free me from my
Aphrodite, who knew about the king and the affection he bear for
his statue. His Alexander. She had found herself quite impressed and
the prayer she received from Magnus, so pained and so heartfelt touched
her so much she decided to help him.
When the Goddess appeared in front of him, Magnus first had a
movment of terror, not expecting the visit of such a sacred creature.
She was has beautiful as it was said. Her perfection was shining through
her whole aura and body and Magnus was mesmerised when she smiled to
“Magnus.” She spoke and her voice was smooth and melodious. “I
have seen the love you bear for this man you carved in ivory and I found
myself moved by how pure it is. I will not take that love from you but I
will grant you something else. This statue of yours you call Alexander,
I will grant him to live.” She touched the king’s cheek, now wet with
tears. “Love him and show him the world, King Magnus.”
Magnus blinked and found himself alone in the temple. He got up,
his legs shaking, processing what had just happened. Aphrodite had
granted Alexander to live. The Goddess had granted him to become real.
And at the realisation that his Alexander might be alive right now, he
ran to his home, to his atelier, only to find his statue, still
unmoving, still ivory. Had he dreamt the Goddess? Had his mind played a
cruel trick on him?
The king walked to his work and touched its cheek. Closing his
eyes, he brought his lips to Alexander’s cold ones. It was a goodbye
kiss. Tomorrow, out of sorrow, he decided that he will destroy the
statue and try to bury this love deep inside of him. But as he was
thinking that, the lips between his became warmer, soft even and,
surprised, Magnus pulled away, watching with wide eyes whiteness making
place for colour and ivory changing to skin and hair and flesh. Soon
enough, a young man was facing him.
His skin still had the colour of ivory but his lips were pink
and his eyes were hazel. Black hair was falling on his face and he
blinked, confused, looking around him. When his stare finally stopped on
Magnus, he shyly smiled as a blush started creeping on his cheeks and
never before the king had seen such a sweet and loving smile.
“Magnus.” He said.
His voice was deep, almost mysterious and soothing, even better
than how Magnus had imagined it. Alexander approached him,
hesitant,before brushing the king’s skin like the latter had done so
many time with him. Magnus smiled back, and cupped the man, the
man, cheeks, and gently made him lean so their foreheads touched.
“Alexander.” He whispered.
Their eyes locked for a few second and then, then they kissed. It was soft, it tasted sweet and it felt like life.
My mother blinks. I stand there as frozen as a popsicle could get and maybe even more frozen than that. Color strips from my face and I’m seconds from passing out in front of the two most important figures destined to be part of my life. With a chummy grin, the stud extends his hand.
“Nice to meet you,” he politely greets with a bow. My mind whirls and my hands reflexively jerk out to retreat his arm as if I’m afraid the female in front of us would morph into a real tiger and maul his beautiful hands off.
Hesitantly, my mother takes his hand. My pretend husband’s politeness strikes her as a positive attribute from the list of qualities her potential son-in-law must have.
“Kim Jun…Meow…?” she raises a brow.
“Mmhm,” his friendly smile charms my mother like a spell.
“Okay, OK, Mum, you got his name. I’ll explain all else through the phone!” I speedily separate them and proceed to scoot her out the door. “I love you, Mum. I’m sorry. I promise I’ll go home over the weekend for dinner,” I apologize and give her a fleeting kiss on the cheek. It calms her enough to not grill me further. With a short shake of the head and palm holding her throbbing head, she struts down the block and gets into her car.
I slam the door shut and heave the deepest of deep breaths. My back slides down the ornate engraved designs of the wooden front door. Palms rest themselves against my sore chest as I take a moment to process what in the actual world just happened. Am I secretly the main character of a crazy webtoon or something?? Hey, you gotta admit it, W was a kick ass Korean drama but the ending was kind of —
Large hands outstretch in front of me, breaking me from my habitual scatter-brained thoughts. Its owner leans over like a gentlemen, prince in shining armor straight out of a fairy tale. On instincts, I take his hand and he helps me onto my feet. The miscalculated force guides me to land right into his chest. It’s so warm and broad and perfect and my heart starts to bubble and go crazy. Bashfully, I peer up at him. Cheeks heat up in temperatures rivaling the degree of the hotness gemstones in the night sky. I think I’m floating on clouds. He’s beautiful. My fingertips trail down his chest and torso.
“Are you okay?” the handsome man breaks the silence by questioning. It dispels the entrancing bewitchment and finally registering what I was doing, I bounce myself back and away from him to hide behind my living room table. I gulp.
How did you get in here? Who are you…?
Instead, the words that spill from my mouth are, “Did we…”
“Hm?” he tilts his head and innocently, inches forward. My eyes roam down his chocolate abs and I know it’s stupid but I feel a sense of satisfaction. The thought of losing my virginity to such a god-like man was…silly…but satisfying because social college norms are pressuring. You try to ignore it but it gets to you sometimes and having gone through 90% of college without having touched the opposite sex made me feel unwanted. Stupid. Stupid thoughts. And priorities much? Shouldn’t I be asking him for his identity? He could be a serial killer for God’s sake.
“Did we…do it?” I elaborate.
“Do what?” the man is now just two feet from me. Sensing my discomfort, he settles at the other end of the living room table. A soft smile spreads across his juicy lips and I’m so in awe by how quickly my pulse calms down to his simple act.
“You know…” I chew on my inner cheek, lower my head, and shift my feet.
“I know…?” he pouts. He looks so soft and cuddly, his cheeks puff up and I have to grind my heels against the floor to not go up and pinch them.
hey girl, i know this is gonna be difficult but... top 10 k pop daddies? personally my ultimate daddy is jung hoseok like damn boy those hips
okay this is gonna be very difficult you’re right
so firstly and fore-mostly i have to say that my boyfriend @the-shinee-knight is the ultimate daddy, like daddy level 100 and he taught me so much about kpop so technically he’s a kpop daddy. and if i didn’t put him at the top of this list he would be very disappointed in me and thus everyone on this list is ranked below him
1. Rap Monster (Namjoon) - BTS
Highest on the Daddy scale. Still adorable, but the most Daddy to me. Intelligence, leader-ness, the rapper tongue. The Daddy who would eat you out for hours and then run you a hot bubble bath. My fav.
2. S.Coups (Seungcheol) - Seventeen
You guys all know that Coups is such a Daddy in my heart. The arms, the thighs, the obvious caring, and even the goofy. He’s all Daddy, from head to toe. Will shower his princess in compliments, affection, and endless love. Would recommend.
3. Ren - Nu’est
A vastly underappreciated Daddy. Snatched me from the moment I started listening to Nu’est. He’s stubble, and gorgeous, but I really think he’d be a tough Daddy - the BDSM Daddy. Punishes for anything and everything, because you both enjoy it so much, but it also very sweet and caring afterward. Everyone needs to stan him - now.
4. Amber - f(x)
I know Amber is a girl, but still such a Daddy. Tattoos, gorgeous tan skin, the arms, the shoulders, the thighs. Along with the charm and the smile. Amber could bent me over her beautiful thigh and spank me and I would gladly ask for more.
5. Xiumin (Minseok) - EXO
One of my favourite Daddys. EXO is just full of Daddys, like all of them, but Xiu is my bias so he’s my fav of them all. The abs, the arms, the smile. Pure Daddy in a fluffy package.
6. Suga (Yoongi) - BTS
BTS is another group just brimming with Daddy potential. But Suga is just a Suga Daddy. He would spoil his baby with all brand name, all expensive shit, and then have you suck him off with his cock just out of the fly of his designer jeans. Absolute perfection.
7. Jeonghan - Seventeen
He’s not as obviously a Daddy for other people, but I completely see it. Put his hair up in a nice little man bun and spank your ass, make some nice hand prints on your cheeks before he would pound into you from behind. He’s totally a Daddy, there’s no denying it.
8. Chanyeol - EXO
One of the biggest Daddys in EXO. Daddy level 50. Arms, jaw, and again, sweet, sweet, rapper tongue. The type of Daddy who would take his baby out to expensive dinners just to show you off, and get very handsy under the table. Nice.
9. Jungkook - BTS
The baby Daddy. He has a lot of Daddy potential in him, he just needs to grow past his fear of girls and grow up a little more before he can fully level up in Daddy mode. But he already has the muscles, and probably the dick, he just needs to grow into his Daddy-ness.
10. Woozi (Jihoon) - Seventeen
The soft Daddy. He could easily be a sub, but his Daddy side is cutesy and soft. The type who loves seeing his baby in pretty, frilly panties and knee socks; would blow on your tummy and always be soft and loving, but also love to give spankies and would love getting blow-jobs under his desk. My Daddy deep down in my heart.
The day was pure hell. You were the type to always want something to do and today you were stuck looking through paperwork. Ignis loved paperwork he lived for it. He excelled at paperwork the man could file paperwork faster than Gladio could eat a Cup of Noodle.
You walked into the room to see the mountain of paperwork you had to do finished and stacked neatly to the side with color coded tabs. “Oh, Hello my love,” Ignis smiled as he sat at your desk straightening a few papers. “I know you told me to stay out of your office darling, but I got bored and you had some fascinating dilemmas in your paperwork it seemed so exciting.” He blushed softly knowing he should have asked.
“Iggy did you finish all of that paperwork?…I was only gone for an hour.” You looked at him shocked. “Well I would have gotten it done sooner but I stopped to make some Ebony.” He smiled his inner nerd coming out. “Ignis, You are one strange man, but I love you.” You smiled glad he had done your work as you walked over to him and grabbed him pulling him into your apartment living room. You slowly sat down and patted the seat next to you which he gladly took.
“I love you as well my sweet, with every passing moment, I fall deeper in love with you.” He smiled hugging you close as you both sat on the couch he moved and picked you up. You gasp in shock forgetting how strong the tall skinny man actually was. He chuckled at your response as he laid out his long body on the couch his left leg closest to the back of the couch bent as his foot rested on the seat the other leg laid out stretched this was for maximum comfort while cuddling. The man had a game plan for everything.
He laid you down on his chest as your pelvis laid on his lower stomach and your head on his shoulder your legs between both of his but your feet finding their way under his laid out leg for warmth. You laid there on the tall blonde man’s body as he wrapped his lean muscular arms around you and held you close you listened to the subtle but ever present beating of his heart he hummed in content a few times something he couldn’t control but a noise you grew to love. He took off his glasses and nuzzled his face into your hair and smiled as his bright green eyes closed and his breathing started to steady. You felt his secretly toned chest move up and down ever so slightly as he breathed. His body keeping you warm as the apartment was a constant 75 degrees “the perfect temperature” he always said it’s easy to get warm if needed but to not be too hot.
You smiled at his quirky striped socks “the perfect fit” he always said he hated the design but loved that they were the perfect fit between his foot and his shoes you smiled up at the man and slowly closed your eyes. This was by far “the perfect spot”
I know this was kind of short but I had fun writing it hope you enjoy Anon!
AUTUMN LEAVES • TOM GLYNN-CARNEY IMAGINE ALSO IM SO SORRY ABOUT THE DELAY BUT HERE IT IS FOR YOUS!!!! REQUESTED BY THE ALWAYS LOVELY @fionnstracksuit
Listen to Autumn Leaves- Ed Sheeran or October Trees- Ron Pope whilst reading to really get the feels.
Fluffy Tom imagine for ya<3
The cold October winds blew softly against the sorrow looking trees. Beneath the pastel orange skies, in a desolate car park, was you and Tom. Together you two in his parked car, the roof down, snuggled closely together in the back seats.
Nothing seemed more peaceful then this. Tom was covered in a coat keeping you against his chest at close proximity. One hand of his was ruffled between the soft strands of your hair, the other rubbing soothing circles between the skin of your thumb and index finger.
You were both watching the sun fade behind hills far away from the both of you, the sky illuminating a bright orange. It was a comfortable silence between you two, silent enough for you both to enjoy each other’s warmth and presence.
Tom broke the silence with a murmur of speech that was almost barely audible, due to his face resting within your hair. “S'nice view tonight, love”. The low and raspy echo of his voice, still to this day sent sparks of shivers throughout you. You nodded your head lightly, leaning further back into his chest and the safety of his beating heart.
“It’s perfect” You whispered, not just referring to the glowing sky. Everything was really perfect. Tom keeping you close, warming you from the icy wind, making sure you were nowhere else but next to him. Tom gently tapped your shoulder, causing you to turn to stare at the face of a man holding pure beauty.
He closed the gap between your cold faces, pressing a gentle and passionate kiss against your lips. Your hand reached up to grasp his cheek, showing him your enjoyment of his proof of love for you. You broke the kiss, and smiled so brightly at him he let out a chuckle.
“Your so cute, love” He said, kissing your forehead. You pecked his cheek, before turning and resting your head back against his chest. He slowly took his hand underneath yours, gripping your fingers with his, he ran his thumb up and down, creating an electric feeling within you.
For a while, you muttered sweet nothings back and forth, until the sun had submerged beneath your vision and the wind picked itself up. “I love you” You said, your breath creating a cloud of grey. “I love you Y/N, c'mon let’s get back to my place”.
Summary: You wake up after an amazing night with Bucky and he doesn’t want you to leave him
Word Count: 780
Warnings: Mentions of smut, Bucky calling you ‘babygirl and some making out
You groaned as you felt a
ray of sunshine penetrate your half open eyes. You knew you had to get
up but all you wanted to do was stay there with your head on Bucky’s
bare chest and his arms wrapped around protectively around your waist.
You loved the way he held you close as if he was afraid to let you go.
You sighed in content as
you looked up at the beautiful sight of the man you loved peacefully
asleep. He looked like a vision lied there, he looked so calm and
content that the thought of leaving him in bed alone made you feel
guilty. You ran your fingers through his messy hair earning a small
groan from him; he always loved it when you did that. You planted a
chaste kiss to his forehead before removing yourself from the loving
embrace he helf you tightly in.
You pulled the sheets
from your naked body and gently placed your feet on the floor. The
sheets were clinging to your waist leaving the top half of your body
exposed. The peaks of your nipples instantly went stiff due to the cold
air of the morning. You let out a deep sigh stretching slightly
preparing to stand up and get showered and dressed. That never happened
because just as you were about to stand up Bucky’s metal arm snaked around
your waist pulling you back into bed and on top of him.
You huffed blowing a strand of hair out of your face as Bucky caressed your curves. He lazily smirked at your surprised face
“I need to get up.” You stated not even attempting to move you naked body from Bucky’s equally as naked body.
“You do but you want to
stay in bed with me.” Bucky said with a shit-eating grin, his eyes were
half closed due to the fact that he was still tired from last night’s
activities. You chuckled softly not even bothering to disagree with his
statement because it was accurate.
“You’re not gonna let me go are you?” You asked even though you knew what his answer would be.
“No I want to spend the
day with you babygirl.” Bucky said as his fingertips lightly trailed
over the exposed flesh of your hip. The sheets hung loosely around your
waist and Bucky took full advantage of of just how much of you was
Your chests were pressed
togeher and your faces inches apart. You licked your lips as you
glanced down at Bucky’s plump pink lips that were just begging for your
wrecked lips. Your’s were swollen from last night’s activities but Bucky
loved the sight of them; they were beautifully wrecked. You were too
slow because Bucky sat up slightly and captured your lips with his. His
fingers tangled in your hair as he tugged on your hair bringing your
lips to his closer alllowing him to deepen the kiss. His tongue swiped
across your wrecked bottom lip, you quickly parted your lips moaning in
the process as Bucky’s writhing tongue slipped in. He tugged harder on
your hair as his tongue explored your mouth, you moaned as the kiss left
you breathless. It was pure perfection like the man that was kissing
Bucky pulled back from
the kiss and you were glad because of the lack of oxygen. You opened your
eyes and found Bucky smiling at you with his eyes still half closed.
“I love you.” You declared as Bucky cupped your cheek sweetly.
“I love you too
babygirl.” Bucky said and you smiled as he called you by his favourite
pet name. He caressed your cheek gazing at you with adoration.
You wanted to capture
this moment in time, the way he looked at you made your insides melt.
You licked your lips and Bucky leaned forward and pressed his lips to
yours for the second time that morning. He then pulled back and turnt
his attention to the bright purple hickey on your neck. He brushed his
fingertips over the mark he left you last night, you whimpered at his
touch. Bucky smirked as he admired his good work knowing that you would
have to wear a scarf in the scorching heat to cover up the
multiple marks he left on you.
Bucky pulled your
tighter against him as his fingertips ran through your hair soothingly.
You tucked your head in the crook of his neck as his metal arm wrapped
instinctively around your waist.
“Let’s spend the day in bed.” Bucky said and you hummed against his chest sending vibrations through his body.
“Sounds like a plan.” You replied and Bucky pressed a kiss to your forehead.
not a writing request, just wanted to share the concept of V having a heart-shaped smile bc he is precious & adorable & him giggling with his cute heart lips is the best thing to ever grace my imagination :')
Oh my gosh anonny my feels!! This is such a pure and sweet headcanon and I totally support it! V has the biggest, most innocent heart ever so him having a heart-shaped smile is so perfect! Like imagine the first time you made him laugh in person and you saw his heart-shaped smile and then you just cry because he’s so precious and wonderful. Then V would be like ‘What’s wrong love?’ And you just respond with a hug because he’s the sweetest man ever, he just laughs and hugs you back. So you make it your mission to make V smile and laugh as much as possible not only because this boy deserves it but also because he has the cutest smile in the world! <3
I was having a really sucky day but this made me so happy anonny! Thank you for giving us all this blessed mental image!! :D
can you do a scenario with todoroki in the delivery room with his wife and seeing his son for the first time? Ahh I love your blog btw your writing always cheers me up!!
Aaaaa I’m so glad I’m cheering people up! Thank you so much anon, I hope this is what you wanted (\(^-^)/) we can totally pretend this is the continuation to the pregnancy scenario, the first request I had.
The clock ticking was about to drive him insane. Seriously. Each second going by with that constant, maddening clicking noise was sticking one more needle in his throbbing patience. The hospital’s air was dense and it’s characteristic disinfectant smell was making him dizzy. The lighting, of course, was white and dim, almost making the situation surreal, foggy, a never-ending coma dream. Todoroki was walking from one side of the waiting hall to the other, his pace constant and stomping, his forhead and hands sweated, his breath ragged and erratic and his heart beating like crazy.
He was going to sue that fuckin clinic, he was totally doing so. There was no way the labor was experimenting “complications”, there was no way the process could be lasting four full hours, and there was absolutely no way they couldn’t let the father, the DAMN FATHER of the baby into the room. He was about to panic. He needeed to see you were ok, that the baby was ok. He had nothing to do at that stupid hall. Some of your family members were waiting there too, as well as his sister,who was starting to get dizzy from watching him walk around the room.
“Shoto, calm down” she said “it’s gonna be alright, they are fine, the doctors know what they are doing”
“The doctors don’t know shit”
“Seriosuly! I just want to be with her, she’s probably having a hard time and I’m not there to hold her hand!” he was so mad Fuyumi was scared he’ll burn the hospital eventually “I’m the father of that baby, goddamit! If they don’t let me in in the following five minutes, I’m going to find that doctor, I’m going to freeze him into the ground, and then I’ll burn his damn…!”
“Todoroki, Shoto?” an eldery man in a medical gown suddenly opened the door right behind him and grabbed him by the shoulder with a rather firm grip “everything turned out alright, your wife is fine but tired, and your son is healthy. We are sorry for the inconveniences. You can come in now”
His heart went from an accelerated, racing rhythm to not beating at all in less than a second. He had no time to insult the doctor, nor to warn him about how he was goint to sue them, hell, he didn’t even have time to tell himself to get his shit together. Without further ado he hurriedly walked into the room. He was unprepared for all the emotions overflowing, the news came so fast and with no warning for him to digest them properly: joy, love, relief…he couldn’t control the way it all bursted inside of him as he walk through that door and his eyes landed on the image of you holding the baby, his baby, his son, both happy, both safe.
“Hello there” you said, smiling at the loving look in his eyes. Your voice sounded groggy, exhausted, but yet so content as you hugged the creature against your chest.
Todoroki stood still. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t answer, he couldn’t take the amazement out of his sweaty face. All he could do, was staring at that little bundle between your arms, sleeping soundly, still a bit stained with blood, but yet so beautiful.
“Come here” you giggled swiftly, softly, as not to wake the baby “someone wants to meet his daddy”
He got closer to you, slowly, his eyes wide and his mouth opened ajar. He just couldn’t believe it, even though he had nine months to prepare himself, the fear and anguish that had built inside of him during those four consecutive hours of wait at the hall had managed to erase any sense of acknowledgement from his mind.
As he reached the side of the bed you took his hand in yours and he squeezed it, as he sat on the bed right next to you, his eyes never abandoning the child.
He took a hand to the tiny head, caressing the few short locks of hair that had managed to grow. It was soft. Soft as his peaceful, sleeping expression, soft as your hand stroking his, soft as the warm, squishy feeling in his chest. As if he had just been stuffed with cotton. As it there wasn’t wrong in the world. Everything was right. Everything was perfect.
“He’s beautiful” he whispered, cracking a wholehearted smile “so beautiful”
“He got that from daddy it seems” you joked and he gave you a grinning peck on the lips “do you want to hold him?”
As he took him in his arms, the sudden movement made the baby futter his eyes wide open. Todoroki stiffened, fearing he would start crying…but he didn’t. Instead, he proceded to stare at his dad curiously, inquisitive, so innocently and purely it almost caused the man to melt.
“Hello, I’m your dad” he said, chuckling out of mere happiness. The baby just continued to look at him as if he was the world, not understanding his words, but feeling and enjoying the affection with which they were spoken “I will…take care of you, ok? I will make sure you are happy, my boy”
You were moved, seeing your husband in a way you had never seen him before. The love, the sheer adoration was so obvious in his voice and the glint in his eyes. He was going to be such a great father, you knew it. He wasn’t going to repeat the misdeeds of his family but learn from them, and protect his son with everything he got.
You took a hand to his face, pulling his hair back with your fingers, and giggling as you noticed how damp his forhead was.
“Hey, I’m the one who went through labor” you joked “why are you sweating so much?”
“Sorry, I was so nervous out there” he gave a long breath and smiled as he saw the baby grabbing his finger with his tiny, fragil hand “How are you feeling though?”
“Exhausted” you sighed “but way too happy”
He kissed you on the lips, fondly, thanking you. Thanking you for everything. Thanking you for your unconditional love, for such a beautiful, healthy son, for being the perfect mother you surely would be…and thanking you for making him the happiest man on earth.
Maybe, just maybe, there was no need to sue the hospital.