#IT'S JUST LIKE... COME ON... YOU COULDNT AT LEAST WAIT UNTIL N AND SILVER WERE LIKE. LOOKING AWAY

[minmocat]

this was such an unnecessarily brutal way to kick off the N event

#IT'S JUST LIKE... COME ON... YOU COULDNT AT LEAST WAIT UNTIL N AND SILVER WERE LIKE. LOOKING AWAY?? #pokemas #pokemon masters ex #pokemon masters #pokemon #my art #digital art #artists on tumblr #fanart #comic #pmex #father or foe #ask to tag

[peanut-butter-parkerxx]

he died his hair prank

peter decided to prank y/n by temporarily dying his hair silver..

pairing: peter x fem!reader

status: dating

peters pov

i finally found a way to get revenge on y/n and her stupid yet believable pranks, since she loves my brown hair so much, no i did not decide to cut it aunt may would literally murder me if y/n didnt so it before her, i decided to temporarily dye it silver but she doesnt need to know its temporary ;)

y/n/n and i decided to hang out in the evening since i told her i had to go run some errands for may, thankfully she believed  it, so now im on my way to go buy some hair dye....*nervous laugh*

i got the hair dye and i took all the stuff out spreading them on my bathroom counter, i decided to record this coz i dont think ill dye my hair again any time soon, plus it felt like i was filming a youtube video

"ok so i watched a couple of videos before this coz i dont wanna mess this beautiful gem up" i said reffering to my hair "im obviously not gonna bleach it, so lets hope my hair is light enough to show the dye" i prayed and attempted to put my hair in a ponytail and it looked pretty good, i watched how y/n does it on my hair everytime we do face masks but doing it for yourself is wayyy harder

*A/N: look at this cutie 🥰 anyways back to the story*

i dyed the side of my hair first getting the dye everywhere, thank god i took the bathroom rug out so it would not get stained, and then took the bun out and sectioned it

"dont let me down brad mondo" i whispered getting even more nervous than i was before i brushed the dye of the first section "i did it" i smiled proudly but then it hit me "i did  it, i did it, this part of my hair is silver! oh my god" i was panicking, what am i doing? this is a prank this is a prank its not real calm down peter

suddenly i got a facetime call from y/n

*babyyyy 💕👀 would like to FaceTime*

lit up my screen, i panicked a bit trying to find an excuse to not answer the call or at least not show her my face, but i remembered i was in the bathroom....hopefully this excuse will work

i clicked on 'accept' and waited for her to connect

"hey babyyyy" she beamed, shes cute when shes excited but her smile faded when she couldnt see me "where are you?" she asked

"im in the toilet babe, but i couldnt not answer your call" i laughed trying to act normal and backing up from my phone as much as possible

"oh" she laughed, i wanted to grab something from the counter and i thought i did it carefully but what she said, said otherwise "wait why is your hair silver?" she asked her eyes widening

"wHAT? what do you mean?" i squeeked, i hesitantly put the undyed of my hair to the frame and she sighed in relief "my hair is brown, love nothing to worry about"

"thank god, although you kinda looked like jack frost which was kinda hot....but no no no no i prefer brown, dont even think about it" she warned, i laughed at her statement, it kinda made me more confident, maybe i would look like jack frost "anyways, ill see you in a few, im almost at my house, gotta go, byeee" she said waving her hand at the camera

"byeeee" i put my hand in the frame and waved, she laughed and ended  the call...that was close

after a few curses and an hour of dying my hair, i finished! and im pretty proud of the results, lets just hope my hair doesnt fall out

*A/N: this is the only picture i found of a guy with a somewhat wavy hair so imagine this is him but with messier hair dye and its all over his hair but not till his roots, OH and silver lmao*

so i took a photo of my hair and sent it to ned, he was with me throughout the whole process coz i needed someone to talk to, i usually annoy y/n with my daily rants but i couldnt so ned had to hear me talk abt how Mrs Barbosa gave me extra homework for being late

After I texted Ned, I got a text from y/n/n

"Babyyyy 👀💕: hey Pete, where are we hanging out? My place or yours?"

I told her that she could come to my place because I got a 'surprise' for her, i knew i had to record this so i quickly placed my phone on the desk

"YOUR BITCH HAS ARRIVEDDD!" y/b barges in, flopping on the bed next to me

"h-hey y/n/n" i said laughing at her dramatic entrance but still confused on how she didn't  notice my hair, just act casual, she moved closer to my body looking at the computer thats on my lap

"what are you doing?" she asked curious "

oh nothing, just watching guys surprise their girlfriends with dying their hair a bad color"i laughed acting as casual as possible

"oh thats funny, but if you did that to m- *looks up* *big dramatic loud gasp* PETE- I- WHA- HOW-" her eyes were as big as ever, I've  never seen her this shocked "WHAT HAPPENED TO MY LUCIOUS BROWN CURLS" she shouted completely ignoring my computer and sits on my lap to get a closer look

"YOUR curls?" i laughed

"yes MY curls what happened to the light brown almost hazel in the sunlight curls?" she brushes my hair through her fingers trying to get the dye out "i dont think my brain processed this yet- WAIT YOU DYED IT RIGHT? SO THAT MEANS IT'LL STAY FOREVER?" looked down her mouth parted

"isn't  that what dying your hair means?"

"HOW ARE YOU SO CALM ABOUT THIS I MEAN ITS A WHOLE DIFFERENT COLOR, AND WHY SILVER-ISH GREY?"

"I actually really like it" I said combing my hair through my fingers but she swatted it away so she could look at it more

"babe *laughs* you said I'd look like Jack Frost" I told her tilting my head

"well Jack Frost is hot but you're hott-ER I don't want you looking like Jack Frost because I said so! I love you for who you are....especially your brown hair"

"so if I told I like it you'd be ok with it?"

"Yes if you like it and it's your choice? %100"

"so what if I said it's a prank?" She was gonna nod her head coz she thought it was like the other question but then stopped midway and widened her eyes

"your kidding"

"yes in fact I am" I laugh and point at the camera and she gasps

"you..you....YOU BITCH" she punches my chest jokingly "I ALMOST GOT A HEART ATTACK AND GOT ALL SAPPY AND MUSHY FOR YOU JUST SO YOU COULD PRANK ME?!" she shouts point her hands everywhere "You know I was like scared! Coz you said you liked it and I was like, oh no I gotta get used to this no more chocolate curls, but not as in i lied I just gotta get used to it which added more pressure than I already felt!" She stated but I only laughed even more and awed

"babe don't worry"

"I HAD A MATH QUIZ TODAY" she point at herself "AND YOUR HERE LAUGHING YOUR ASS OFF?? no wait let me sit on the bed since you like when I sit on your lap"

"no no baby I'm sorry" I said while laughing, her face was hilarious

"no you're not! and no kisses till Monday" she huffs and looks at the wall, I give her ten seconds until she turns around to ask one more question, and she did

"hop on the shower we're cleaning the white of you, you Jack Frost wannabe" well more like a demand I huffed but got up with her and turned the recording off

"neds gonna love this"

Have a wonderful morning/afternoon/evening/night!

-quacksonlover

#spiderman #peter parker x fem #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker #peter parker fluff #ned leeds #may parker #aunt may #the avengers #mcu #michelle jones #marvel #sony pictures #imagines #peter parker x reader #fluff #peter #parker #avengers

[savnofilter]

Busty S/O w/ Nipple Piercings HCs

Tamaki x Reader // Mirio x Reader // Bakugo x Reader // Todoroki x Reader

warning(s): sexual content, hint of debauchery.

a/n: tumblr had originally decided to delete the whole draft to this after working on it all day. :D also big shout-out to @kingtamakimurder​ since it i(wa)s her birthday so happy birthday my beautiful goddess! i hope you enjoy this one~ but i was so excited to write this. thank you anon! 🎂💖

SFW

Tamaki: 

Tamaki hadn’t seen you in what felt like ages and he was so glad to see you again.

when you were abroad for about 7 months and he missed you so much he was practically bouncing in anticipation to see you back again.

when youre finally at his house and in his arms hes ready to have you in his arms and smothering you in his embrace.

it was when he had finally seen you in his eyes again, in the flesh and he could tell something was... off about your appearance.

not in a bad way, but for some reason he found himself staring at your chest but it isnt long until you tell him the news.

“Tamaki I got nipple piercings!”

“N... What?!”

he’s honestly surprised at first that you got something like that, eyes almost jumping out of his skull when you show him the piercing an immediate erection is brought to his dick.

it was hard enough for him to hold back the need to look at you with your normal shirts, but they were calling his name.

“W-Wow... i-it looks l-lovely...” He mumbles not really sure what to say, eyes trained on the silver studs that allured him more than he was anticipating.

he couldnt wait to get his hands on them.

Mirio:

when Mirio first sees you youre in the healing process.

and it takes him a minute to really process the news, eyes watching pure curiosity as to why and how you would even get the piercing.

“Oh wow... It looks super good!” Is all he can really say, speechless for the first time in his life.

without it having any sexual context behind it, he is one too touch them, curious as to how they feel under his fingers.

“Wow! They feel so cool.” 

he’s a tease so he’ll be one to just come up behind you and feel em’, using them to tease you.

“M-Mirio!” “Oh come on, they were staring at me first~”

hes such a dog, you have to make sure to keep an eye on his hands in public so he doesnt do anything risky.

Bakugo:

welp

same story as before.

“Heh, you better careful before you have get them done again-”

“Katsuki!” 

this boi cannot behave. him. self. basically the actual perverted version of mirio. this boi aint pure, he just likes to mess with you.

lets out an obnoxious whistle when he sees you come around, thoroughly enjoying the embarrassed look you get when you try to shut him up.

always has a raging boner cos’ his hot girlfriend makes it stand up.

hes one to try and convince you some other piercings~

to say in the least, hes very supporting and offering to help you heal!

its only what a horny amazing boyfriend will do~

shamelessly stares and doesnt care if youre in public or not.

he makes sure to be discreet about it, relishing in the feeling of having it under the pads of his fingers makes him so incredibly hard, its basically torture before he can play with them the way he wants to.

Todoroki:

Todoroki is amazed, really.

he cant fathom the thought or feeling of having a needle and some other metals going through his nipples -- for any reason at that.

even with that, he cant stop the small bubbling in his stomach at how it fits you so well he doesnt have really much to say.

“It looks... nice.”

“Thank you Sho~”

but he has the weird impulse to want to touch them?

the way they provactively poke out from your shirt (and emphaszied by your breasts) makes him almost on the edge all the time.

he always had a habit of just admiring your looks and looking at you, but it seems like a much bigger distraction with the piercing teasing at the fabric of your shirt.

admittedly he does get a lil hard looking at your chest-

even though most of thoughts are vanilla about your piercings, theres a part to him that just really wanna how sensitive your nipples are now.

NSFW

Tamaki:

he tries taking it slow but he is so eager to just play with them.

at first hes just softly touching them, trying to help you ease the feeling actual pressure of someone else’s fingers.

“D-Does this feel okay~?”

boi is soft.

likes to flick them and watch how sensitive your bundle of nerves are now that youve got piercings.

is very eager to suck on them and use anything he can to tease you and hear all the noises he can get from you~

his favourite thing to do with them is to suck on them, since he doesnt get too wild (most of the time) he likes to give them good sucks.

definitely moans and groans feeling them on his tongue.

he also thoroughly enjoys fondling them and playing with the nipples because of the way your body responds to him.

you getting nipple piercings are probably one of the best things that you have ever surprised him with.

Mirio:

hes a little careless with his handling, but he doesnt hurt you.

mirio is such a dog, he likes tweaking and pulling at your nipples enough to get small moans from you and presses to get louder ones.

most of the time he doesnt really use his mouth in fear he’ll get too carried away.

“Fuck you’re so sexy like this, Y/N~” 

tit fucks you more often to watch how your tits bounce so alluringly because of your piercings.

if you want to get cock up instantly, just wear one of your see-through shirts because it will give him an instant boner.

(he does prefer thing more tho)

hes just so much of a perv, he likes the thought he has to elude what really underlies underneath the top~

definitely prefers you to be on top so he can see them bounce.

avid fan of flicking your nippies cause why not? more opportunities to hear you whine~

goes feral if you wear his favourite piercings.

Bakugo:

well 

so his emo ass LOVES the piericings on you.

his hands are basically glued to your chest.

is not innocent or soft (unless teasing you), hes usually rough and unforgiving.

likes to pull and bite at them, his cock rock hard when you plead for him to be softer but you get wet anyways~ what do you REALLY want, y/n~?

“You’re so wet~ I bet you like me playing with your tits like this huh~?”

isnt afraid to get rough, is calculated tho -- dont get him wrong.

hes a beast but not a full on sadist.

loves to suck on them and roll his tongue over the studs, sucking roughly on your nipples.

(vocal on how addictive it is to suck on em’)

is definitely a moaner when fucking with them.

likes to poke his dick on your tit to tease them and also increases in tit fucking you.

just know that your nipples may now always be oversttimulated now because of all of the attention he gives you.

be prepared to share the same fate if you ever fall through with him convincing you for clit piercings-

Todoroki: 

hes like Tamaki, is slow, sensual and soft.

so soft it makes you more sensitive without him knowing it.

“Tell me if I’m being too rough.”

no sir, youre being too soft.

unintentionally edges you and makes you so frustrated!

when he catches on he is easily one of the cockiest teasers on earth.

he doesnt really change anything in the bedroom, but he definitely gropes you more.

also loves to *change* your studs and give them a nice rub when hes finished, a suck each one for you sitting and obeying him without any complaints.

yes, change. 

Todoroki’s are a different breed of fucking perverted.

isnt much of a titty fucker but does enjoy cumming on your tits because it looks nice~

Shouto is indifferent, but not really.

just keep on your toes for when he’s ready to pounce~

#gahhh its supa supa late but school has been whooping my ass #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha bakugou #bnha bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugō #bnha bakusquad #bnha bakudeku #bnha katsuki bakugou #bnha katsuki #bnha katsuki x reader #mha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo imagine #bakugou imagine #katsuki bakugo x reader #bnha tamaki amajiki #bnha tamaki x reader #bnah tamaki #mha tamaki amajiki #mha tamaki #mha bakugo katsuki #mha bakugo #mha katsuki #bnha todoroki shouto #bnha todoroki #bnha shouto todoroki

[brelione]

A Start (JJ X Reader X Rafe)

A Glitch In the System:Chapter Two

Chapter One

(Y/N)

You felt the slight itch on your arm, knowing there’d be messages written all across if you pulled up your sleeves.The car driving by slowed down ever so slightly, making you and Max speed up, taking a short cut down the hill.

 “Yeah, no.Im not down to get axe murdered unless its by Tessa Thompson.”They laughed, kicking the ground to make sure they werent too close to any puddles. “Can you get your lighter out, please?”They asked.You sighed, digging your hand into your pocket, pushing down so a faint light came from it.Thats when you noticed the words written all over your right hand. 

Im a slytherin+scorpio and my favorite food is oranges

Wow, good for them. “What?”Max asked, noticing you had stopped.They gripped your wrist, laughing at the messages. “Come on, you have to write back!What’s the worse that can happen?”They asked, beginning to walk quicker than usual.

Your house wasnt far, only a ten minute walk or so. “I dont want them to think that im interested, I dont want to get my heart broken.”You answered, holding your hand at the side of your lighter, seeing more words spread across your palm. 

“Its your soulmate!They literally cant break your heart-thats literally the whole point, dumb bitch.”They shook their head, their curls bouncing as they did so.You rolled your eyes, continuing your walk. 

“Yeah?So then why dont you write to yours, Maximus Prime?”You asked, hearing them sigh.You grinned to yourself, knowing that you had won. “Maybe I just dont have one, i dont know.Or they’re a sociopath and cant feel love so it doesnt work.”They replied, catching themselves on a tree branch after almost tripping on the large rock.

You sighed, dragging your foot along the dirt in front of you, hoping that you wouldnt fall into the stream again.It was only a few feet across and only a few inches deep but the brown water never came out of socks and gave the soles of your shoes an awful smell.

You found a twig on the ground, lighting the end of it. “(Y/N)-thats such a bad idea!You’re gonna set the whole forest on fire or something.”Max protested, watching anxiously as you tip toed on the wet rocks, getting onto the green grass at your end of the stream, waving the flaming twig in front of you.

You held the twig between your fingernails, the wood already burned halfway.Max sighed, carefully making their way across. “Can you put that out, please?”They asked.You laughed quietly, giving it a few harsh waves in the air before the flame went out, tossing what was left into the water. 

“You’re such a pussy.”You shook your head, making your way across the grass until you got to your fence, punching in the code so you could get into your backyard.The two of you made you way carefully across the yard, blindly reaching for the door knob and smacking the light switch to light up the kitchen.

Max immediately rushed to open a drawer, finding a green sharpie highlighter that was probably a couple years old before grabbing your arm and forcing you to sit down at your kitchen table.You rolled up your sleeves, showing off both of your arms for them to read.

 “One of them is in Slytherin?I dont see how that could work out.”They grumbled, opening the cap of the marker and rubbing the green ink against your skin to cross out the word.You sighed, listening to them rant about how you were lucky that you had options. 

“You should answer the questions.”They told you, handing you the sharpie.At this point they had crossed out slytherin, scorpio and oranges. “I mean...they’re a slytherin scorpio that likes citrus.That means that they’re a hot psychopath and you should just go for it.”They watched as you used the sharpie, pressing the tip of the marker against your skin to make finer lines.

You wrote your zodiac sign, eye color, favorite fruit.They hadnt left enough space for you to answer anything else.Max was watching intently, pouting when you stopped. “What are you doing?You guys are just getting to know eachother!”They exclaimed, wanting you to write more.

You laughed, pulling your sleeve back down. “The dumb whore didnt leave any space for me to write.”You answered, immediately feeling the light itch of more questions being written.

They simply sighed, grabbing a beer from your fridge and using their fingernails to open it. “But its a start.Can we please call JJ?Please?”They were practically begging you, taking a quick sip of beer before taking your phone from the pocket of your leather coat.

Rafe

Rafe sat anxiously, watching as green ink scribbled out the words along his palm.No words yet.He was trying to think of other things to ask or anything to break the ice.What was her name?What was her ideal first date?Did she like milk chocolate or dark chocolate?Did she like chocolate at all?

He twisted his arm, trying to see what she was writing.Her handwriting was a lot better than his for sure.Ward had complained multiple times that he still wrote like a toddler even on important documents and assignments.His eyebrows furrowed as he watched the name of her zodiac sign appear, reaching frantically for his phone to see if they were compatible.

Then she kept writing, answering the questions until there was barely any space left.His heart was thumping, taking a quick photo before rushing into his bathroom to scrub off the ink so he had a clean slate to write on.The green sharpie stayed, a few gaps between her words.

He dried it off as quick as he could so the ink wouldnt run before grabbing his crayola marker again to ask what her name was and where she was from and how old she was.He was laughing, a few tears falling from his eyes.

She was alive and she was out there and she was talking to him.He frowned when she didnt answer immediately but at least he knew that she was alive and well enough to write.That was a start.

(Y/N)

“Max!Now they’re asking more questions-im over this.”You placed the sharpie back down, seeing more marker spread across your arm.Max frowned, wanting to see the questions that they were writing before you covered it back up. 

“Well that sucks but that doesnt mean that JJ Maybank is like that!Lets at least try talking to JJ-maybe they wont ask as many questions.”Max replied, giving you a pout as they fluttered their long eyelashes at you.

You glared at them for a moment before finally giving in, typing the number from your arm into your phone. “What do I say?I cant exactly be like ‘oh yeah im your soulmate’ like thats so weird.”You sighed, staring at the screen.

They bit the inside of their cheeks, making a fish-like face. “Why would that be weird?They wrote their number so it only makes sense.”Max explained, getting up with the beer in their hand as they leaned over your shoulder.

You:Bitch.

Max smacked your arm. “Really?Come on!This is the person you’re gonna spend the rest of your life with and thats the first thing you’re gonna say to them?”They asked, sighing.

You couldnt understand why they cared so much about what you had to say to your soulmate when they couldnt even bring themselves to talk to theirs. “Yeah, it is.If we’re truly meant to be they’ll find it funny.”You shrugged, watching the screen and waiting for an answer.

JJ

JJ laughed at a stupid joke John.B had made, taking a sip of beer when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.All of his friends were here and their phones were nowhere to be soon so who on earth was trying to talk to him?His eyebrows knit together as he pulled out his phone, unlocking it and seeing a message from an unknown number.

The pogues noticed his silence, watching him. “Guys-guys!”He exclaimed, standing up. “What?”Pope asked, not understanding what was going on or if he had somehow missed something. “I think my soulmate just texted me.”The blonde replied, staring at his phone.

Shouts came from the group, none of them really making sense but more of just excited squeaks and screams. “What’d they say?”John.B asked, grabbing JJ by the shoulders in attempts to see the phone. “They called me a bitch!”JJ exclaimed, jumping up and down.

 “ANSWER IT!”Kiara shouted, grabbing JJ’s wrist.He laughed, cheeks bright red.He typed quickly, deleting half of what he wrote before deleting the whole thing. 

“What are you saying?Use proper grammar and dont mess up!”Pope exclaimed, joining in on the attack on his friend, trying to see the screen past John.B and Kiara. “Is this my soulmate?”He sent it before his friends could judge his life choices, waiting anxiously for an answer. 

“Idk.Guess.”Was the answer he got. “What’d they say?”Kiara shouted, hurting his ears a bit. “Here!Read it!”He exclaimed, showing her the screen. “I wish mine would answer that quick.”Pope sighed, looking down at the silver ink across his wrist that hadnt gotten a reply yet. 

“Aww, dont be like that!They’ll answer eventually, took mine like five months to answer and I still dont know who the hell they are.”John.B patted his friend on the back. 

“I think you are.”JJ typed quickly, checking it over a few times before sending it.He saw a read reciept, three gray dots floating across his screen before a message finally came along with a slight vibration of his phone.

 “Then you’re right, Maybank.”He smiled at the message, sighing softly before sitting back down, all other things that he had been thinking about had quickly been forgotten. 

“So you know my name so can I know yours?”He typed quickly, not even caring about grammar.It made enough sense for someone to read it and understand the question.

(Y/N)

You showed Max the message, trying to figure out what to do.The way this one wrote was a lot better, not jumping straight into a ton of questions.Max was a grinning mess, watching as you typed. “(Y/N).”You typed back, heartbeat quickening as you sent it.

You waited for a reply, feeling a bit sick as you saw that they were typing. “Cool.So how are you?”They asked.You laughed, sighing.Every single day since you got your mark they had told you their name and their first question was to ask how you were.

It was pretty funny.But then again they could be just like you and not really care that much. “Are you gonna reply?”They asked, hugging you from behind.You sighed, looking up at them. “Im not going to now just to spite you.”You replied, feeling them squeeze you harder. “Thats such a dry question.”You replied, biting your bottom lip. 

JJ:Sorry lmao

JJ:If you could fly or breath underwater which would you choose

That was a much better question.

You:What makes you think I cant already fly?

Max was reading over your shoulder, brown eyes moving quickly. “Ask them their gender or for a picture of them or something.”They offered you a sip of their beer.You huffed, thinking about it.

Maybe one of your soulmates was a boy and the other was a girl or something like that.Could that even happen?Max would probably know but you didnt want to them to start ranting about every soulmate story and all the possibilities and percentages and death rates and theories.

JJ:Can you?

You:Nope.I’d rather breath underwater.

JJ:Why?

You thought about it.Neither really seemed like good options.The only superpower that would really matter woud be mind reading.That could get you everything you ever wanted and more.

You:Because swimming with whales and turtles would be fucking awesome like you could swim forever and get a fake mermaid tail and just vibe and sleep underwater and talk like imagine that though

JJ

“What are you guys talking about?”John.B asked, trying his best to keep up with the situation while Kiara started to make a whole pinterest board of first date and wedding ideas.

The pogues would all be lying if they said that they thought that JJ’s soulmate would ever answer.They were sure that they would be dead or something like that.But now that they were alive and well it changed everything.

 “Superpowers.”JJ replied, typing quickly. “right but if you can fly then you can go wherever you want whenever you want and your skin wouldnt wrinkle up like a raisin and when you got tired you could just catch a ride on a dragon or a plane or a hot air balloon or something and you would never have to worry about being on a plane and crashing or car crashes off of a cliff”he typed, hoping it wasnt too morbid.

He took in a deep breath, thinking of all the questions he had always wanted to ask.Where did they live?Did they like dogs or cats?Did they know how to surf?Did they prefer movies or TV shows?He didnt want to ask too many questions too fast. 

“But mermaids.”They replied.He simply smiled, letting out a soft sigh.He still knew pretty much nothing about (Y/N) but every relationship had to start somewhere.He was already thinking of nicknames to call them, trying to picture them in his mind.

Were they a boy or a girl?How tall were they?Did they have freckles or pierced ears?What kind of clothes did they wear?Would (Y/N) like him if they had just met him before knowing that they were soulmates?What was their type?Did he fit their type?Would they be dissapointed when they finally met him?

“Can I ask a quick question?doesnt matter if you answer or not just curious”He sent the message, tapping his foot nervously.His phone vibrated, bringing his attention back to the device.

 “just ask the question.”(Y/N) answered. “What’s your gender and pronouns”he typed back.He had always assumed his soulmate was a girl but he didnt want to be rude or disrespectful towards the person he was going to marry some day.

(Y/N)

You smiled at the message, showing Max. “Yeah, this one wins.”You told them, typing back. “She/her and I identify as a girl.You?”You typed back.You were still hoping for a girl but you could accept anyone who could respect gender and pronouns.That was a good sign.

 “He/him and I identify as a dude.Sorry if im not what you expected.”he typed back.It was pretty cool that he didnt just assume that you were a straight girl. “I was hoping for a cottagecore lesbian ngl.”You typed back, biting your fingernail with a stupid love sick smile.

You already liked him.He seemed pretty great so far.You just had to hope that he wasnt putting up a front. “Im sorry lmao I can learn to bake bread and put on a dress if you want.”He replied.You were a smiling mess as you read the message, showing it to Max.

 “See!I told you it was a good idea!”They grinned, pulling off their jacket before pulling off their shirt leaving them in just their binder and large jeans. “If its such a good idea then you need to talk to your soulmate and it’ll have a good outcome.”You answered, seeing them roll their eyes. “Dont contradict yourself, Max.”You replied, going back to typing. “We gotta live in a cottage at least.”You typed.

Rafe

He didnt know what he expected to happen.He always imagined it as the first conversation being perfect and meaningful and being able to say ‘i love you’ after a week and then meet up for a date.

He just wanted to know everything about her.He wondered what her hugs felt like or what her kisses would feel like against his neck or how she’d look in his clothes.

He thought back to the dates he had made up in his head every night before he went to bed.Going to midsummers together, going mini golfing or getting icecream together and eating it on the beach.

He just wanted to know what true and perfect love would feel like.Could he provide the love and care that she deserved?Was she meant to fix everything that was wrong with him or was she meant to teach him how to be the good person that he always wanted to be?

With a slightly shaky hand he dragged the tip of a pen along his skin, writing his phone number as nicely as possible.That would make things a lot easier for her.

JJ

By now all the pogues had fallen asleep inside of John.B’s house but JJ was still in the hammock, swinging back and forth as he held his hot phone, texting (Y/N) until the sun was rising and he couldnt get anymore answers.

That meant she was probably asleep and he should be too, letting the phone rest against his chest before slowly falling asleep.At earlier than 10 in the morning he was shaken awake by Kiara. 

“JJ!JJ!JJ!My soulmate wrote to me!”She exclaimed, showing her friend her arm that had a phone number and a name written on it in green highlighter.

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Predilection | Chapter five

Pairing : Jikook x Reader [Feat. Taehyung]

Words: 1.8k

Genre: Angst, eventual Smut, fluff 

Warnings : explicit wording, characters under the influence, bad judgement, (I will make it clear that the characters in this chapter are definitely of age.)

Description: you want him, he wants you, but he also wants him, and him wants you- but him hurt you. So You hate him.

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Its somewhere around 7:00 am in the morning and amongst all your fellow early classmates waiting to board the trip’s bus, you find yourself spacing in and out of your own head. Your stomach in knots, eyes puffier than usual and although you’ve tried to calm yourself through an entire night of restless tossing and turning - you just couldn't shake the miserable feeling of dread.

“ Y/n...Y/N?!” There's a hand waving in your face catching your attention. Like a trance being broken, your best friend watches worriedly while your eyes seem to snap open in shock. Seeing him, makes the question ring in your head for the hundredth time, the very one you lied to. Whether or not you found your own body betraying your emotions for the boy you hated.

You kissed him back.

Jeon jungkook knew what it felt like to have your lips moving desperately against his in such an intimate fashion. Your lips permanently painted with the feel of his impressionable touch. The event, unfortunately, was still on your mind heavy, your thoughts consumed within the strange dilemma that you’d somehow gotten yourself into and to make it worse- you now truly had no one to really talk about it with.

“Did you...D-Did you sleep at all last night?” Taehyung stumbles in front you and it if it weren't for the devastating guilt running through you, you wouldn't have noticed the very clear and real suitcase coming by his side. Which reminded you of your suitcase...and that you were really going to be stuck with those two for an entire week...

Focusing, You try to swallow in your very dry mouth, your eyes blinking slowly to take on the equally as sleep deprived looking boy. His eyes a bit dark all around, hair disheveled, and there's an alarming aura around him that you couldnt say you were used to.

Was he nervous?

“Me? Tae you look like you want to get hit by a train.” you retort yawning in exhaustion “something Tells me I'm not the only one who didn't dream of pillows and sheep”. Letting your bag down from your shoulder, you wince from your tense muscles screaming in agony and a sigh could be heard from him.

“Excuse you, but I did get some sleep- at least that was before you came panicking at my door.” he denounces while creating an evil glare.

“ we only talked for an hour, don't blame your obvious insomnia for yoongi on me” you spit back and while taehyung was too busy dropping his mouth to the floor, the scarce amount of your classmates had begun to fill in including your professor.

By then, the sun was beginning to rise even further in the sky and by the looks of all the tired faces surrounding you, you could tell it was almost time to depart on the trip - aka hell. Your nerves suddenly getting the better of you, you slowly start to sink further into the troubling mess of your emotions and just as you were beginning to realize how surreal your situation was, your eyes catch a notable figure in the distance.

Silver hair shining within the powerful breeze, as a ringed hand comes up to help keep it at bay. He struts up towards the surrounding crowd of students, catching multiple glances of onlookers, but whether or not he acknowledges them through his square rimmed shades, it remains a mystery. A black leathered luggage by his side, Jimin stops his stride just a few feet away from you and tae, however his focus remains on the phone held within his other hand.

“Oh great! The ballerina's here.” taehyung cheers sarcastically, meanwhile every fiber within your body was stilled from how aware you were of his presence. Okay...so this was still just a bit harder than you’d thought it would be...you think while taking a deep breath. As much as you wanted to pretend you felt absolutely nothing for the male hovering by the both of you, you couldn't deny the quickened pace within your chest when he suddenly snaps his head in your direction.

Your gaze quickly goes elsewhere.

“Tae I don't know if I can do this...” you swallow, a hard lump coming into your throat. You think you’re going to be sick…

“Do what?” Taehyung frowns, A deep crease in his brow from your confession, however it disappears once he puts its together himself. Both of his brows now shooting up towards his hairline “You're not thinking of Failing this course are you? Y/n we’ve talked about this, you're going to be fine. I’ve told you, you can stay the night with me and yoongi if you don't want to be on your own.”.

And just like that, You cast your gaze downwards, a feeling of hopelessness washing over. You suddenly find your feet a bit too interesting “ I- I don't know…I think this might be too much Tae. I know you w-want to be alone with yoongi and I...well I’d pretty much just be cock blocking you. Plus, I just don't know if I can handle being with them the way it is-” you stutter shakily.

Stepping closer, Taehyung pulls you into an abrupt warm hug, bringing you closer until your head was resting comfortably on his firm chest “ Hey, Hey- no matter what, I’ll be glad to have you around anytime. Besides, it’s pretty bold of you to assume I wouldn’t be pounding into min yoongi, because you're in the next room- I couldn’t care less if you watched.” he pulls back to look you in your eyes, a clear look of doting support across his features.

Meanwhile you scrunch your face up in disgust “I think I’d rather hear them before I hear you- at least I won't really be able to visualize their faces.”

Tae stares at you blankly before he lifts a brow “...You’re telling me, you wouldnt want to watch me fuck someone else...me? The unbelievably hot best friend who had you shirtless the first time we met?”

You cringe again “ You seriously have to stop talking about that night...I would like to not remember getting my heart broken and then having even my current best friend reject me.” you move to step away from him and more towards the slowly growing crowd. You never liked talking about the night you met Taehyung, because in all honestly- it was probably the worst night of your life. Unfortunately, it also happened to be the night jimin and jungkook had first debuted as couple and on top of that- you really dont want to venture back into a territory where sex was possible between the both of you.

Getting closer towards the others, you feel taehyung easily catching up with your walking figure. His arm comes naturally around your shoulder like always before he speaks “ Well of course I rejected you, you were completely heartbroken like an adorable sad puppy.”

“Wow this conversation just keeps getting better and better....By the way this is doing wonders for my confidence, just thought you should know.” you mutter sarcastically while trying to shove his arm off of your shoulder. He doesnt move it, instead catching on to the hurt hidden behind your sarcasm. He then uses his arm to stop you, the pressure of it keeping you from walking any further.

He rolls his eyes “Wait, because I don't think you understand. The reason I stopped wasn't because you were just some sad random girl. Well- actually yes it was, but it was also because…” he huffs “ You were also really sweet and innocent, you didnt deserve some asshole who was going to fuck you senseless and then disappear the next day. So I stopped and when you broke down then cried, I held you, remember?” he tries to put on a smile that opposes your bitter pout.

As much as you hated to admit it, Everything he’d just said was true. Taehyung did stop that night and you knew that, because you remembered that night vividly.

The both of you bursting through some random bedroom door for privacy.

Only moments ago you’d just seen your best friend and your crush making out in back the of a graduation party together and when you confronted Jungkook about it, he’d acted as if he had no idea what you were talking about. Angry, you stormed off, tears collecting your eyes and you made your way over towards the snack table to down an entire cup of vodka.

Moments later, A firm hand suddenly sliding it’s way onto your back that makes you turn to look at the culprit. Enters Taehyung. Dark hair, boxy smile, but red sultry eyes drinking in your poor body as he pulls you closer towards him “ You look like you could use some fun, want to go upstairs?” he would breathe slowly into your ear.

You remembered sliding your eyes back towards the raven haired boy that just so happened to be watching you and Taehyung like a hawk from across the room. Your eyes just barely being able to find him through the sea of people, An emotion swirling dangerously behind them.

In a time like this, Jungkook would already be there ready to save you when needed. But with the combination of anger, the vodka, and a growing euphoria of feeling Taehyung’s hands roaming all over your waist, you were certain you wouldn't need it.

Which brings you back towards the private room. Taehyung locks the door behind him, reaching for you to slam his mouth onto yours. The kiss is sloppy, aggressive and you were loving every second of it. His teeth nipping and pulling at your delicate lips before he’s lifting you up into his arms. A soft yelp leaves your mouth and he chuckles arrogantly into the kiss while walking the both of you further in. In a flash, he has you landing on top of the small room’s bed, his own body coming to hover above yours and you relish in the feel of his hips sliding between your legs.

As if a chill comes by, you suddenly shudder under him. The heated make-out warming you up enough to definitely have your panties soaked, but for some reason...you felt cold. Taehyung continues unknown to this, laying wet kisses from your mouth and down towards your neck. His own drunken lust, blinding him from the way your arms were desperately hugging him closer to feel any kind of warmth.

It wasn't until he suddenly sat up from you. His hands reaching for the hem of your shirt to pull it above your head and have you falling down onto your back. He takes a moment to look at your half naked torso, a look of appreciation washing over his eyes as he rakes them further up to stare at you.

He-

Why were there tears in your eyes?

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deja vu bucky barnes x reader

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prompts:

"How long has it been since you've slept." "I heard you scream. Nightmares again?" "Hold my hand. You're going to be fine."

Song: mirrors by pvris

tag list: @cynic-spirit +++++++++

i walked through the lounge, looking to all the men and women working on the renovations to the compound. i sipped my coffee and leaned my back into the counter, closing my eyes and pinching the bridge of my nose. it had been a long few months since id been recruited and things werent exactly easier. i of course was a new hero, pushed onto the team after the untimely demise of one tony stark but we were making it worth it. i had made pretty good friends with bucky after all and everyone said that was hard to do. but then again maybe it was something more.

when i opened my eyes i saw him through the window, taking his morning jog around the building. he had done it everyday since id arrived and he said hed do it everyday until he left again. he had told me at one point though that he was waiting to head back to Wakanda, whatever that meant. all i knew was i got to spend every day with him, training as well as relaxing, amongst a few other things.

he was a smooth talker after all and we often found ourselves flirting over dinner, making the other recruits practically sick. it was a nice change of pace though, id finally found someone with as silver a tongue as myself. it helped for other activities though. i smirked to myself at the thought. when i turned back around to set my cup on the island i jumped, bucky standing on the other side staring at me.

"jesus buck, you gave me a heart attack."

i said, clutching my chest and he laughed, sipping his own coffee, looking at me over the edge of the mug.

"we both know thats a lie."

he said slyly, setting the mug down on the counter. i shook my head, leaning in and resting my weight against my elbows.

"we still on for tonight?"

i said with a wink and he smirked at me.

"arent we always?"

he quipped back and i couldnt help the smile creeping its way to my face. when clint walked in i heard him groan. he had decided to come back every few days to check on training progress and to make sure the renovations were going to plan.

"oh god, not you two."

he said, pouring his own coffee. i laughed, taking a sip.

"is there a problem officer?"

i asked and he sent me a testing look.

"no but i wont be staying, i wouldn't want to impose on whatever this is."

he said, motioning between us.

"How long has it been since you two have slept?"

he grumbled into his mug before leaving promptly. i turned back to bucky who winked at me. the thing is, ever since we'd started training, a spark was shot off and we keep finding ourselves together in bed. even if it is just for a round or two and never a full night. we hadnt committed to anything even close to that yet. that was okay with me though.

"my room or yours?"

i asked, biting my lip gently and i could hear him groan low in his throat.

"definitely yours, if i can wait that long."

he said almost annoyed with himself before strutting back out of the kitchen. i smiled widely, standing back up and returning to my position to watch the magic happen.

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i laid in bed on my stomach and played with the ties on my silk robe. i had been waiting for bucky for what felt like forever and it was starting to get late. surely he didnt forget we were supposed to be doing something, he never forgot. i sighed as i rolled onto my back, worry starting to set in. i sat up quickly and walked around my bed, slipping my panties back on and tightening my robe. i looked to my phone before putting it in my pocket, it was already midnight and everyone else was asleep by now, those that were here at least.

i walked slowly down the dark hallway, side stepping the roomba-like creatures as they cleaned the floors. i drew my brows, not seeing a light coming from buckys room. did he fall alseep on me? even after he expressed his excitement? i almost felt offended. i crossed my arms over my chest before i heard him making sound from the other side of the door. i drew my brows, hearing him whine. i could almost make out soft 'no's. then i heard him scream. i tried the doorknob first but it was locked. then i started banging on the door.

"bucky?"

i called but no answer. i hit the door again.

"buck!"

i yelled but nothing.

"im coming in."

i said sternly, standing back and kicking the door open. everything was dark aside from the red glow of his alarm clock. i saw him stir against his pillows; he was still fully dressed, shoes and everything. he must've fallen asleep.

"no, no, get away from me."

i heard him mumble, his hand opening and closing a few times as he curled into a ball. it almost broke me seeing him like that. i stepped forward slowly.

"bucky?"

i said softly, touching his shoulder. a second later he snapped out of it, sitting upright and clutching my throat. he had the angriest look on his face like he was under some kind of spell. i gasped as i felt my feet leave the floor, reaching one hand to touch his face even at the distance we were at. as soon as i got contact all his memories flooded my mind as i absorbed them, seeing all the torture and pain they had caused him. this is what he was dreaming about. i clutched and scraped at the metal with my other hand before he realized what was happening and dropping me. i fell to the floor, couching up a storm and feeling the tears flowing down my face.

"oh my god, y/n, im so sorry."

he said, touching my back ever so gingerly.

"im so sorry."

he repeated, backing up. i finally caught my breath, placing both hands on the floor in front of me as i knelt down.

"buck."

i croaked out, reaching for him.

"im sorry."

he said again, helping me to the bed. he clicked the light on, making me blink hard against it.

"are you okay?"

he said a little broken and i nodded. then he gasped, standing quickly and walking backwards until he hit the wall. he covered his mouth and shook his head.

"whats wrong?"

i asked, standing and stepping slowly to him like you would a wounded animal.

"i hurt you."

i shook my head as he started huffing, trying not to cry. i grabbed his hand in mine and he tried to pull away. but i persisted.

"bucky look at me, you did not hurt me. i am fine. please just Hold my hand so i can show you."

he gave in slowly and i pulled him back to the bed with me.

"I heard you scream. is it the Nightmares again?"

he nodded slowly, looking to the ground.

"i thought they had gone."

he confessed, closing his eyes and resting his head in his hands. i rubbed his back slowly.

"You're going to be fine buck."

he looked over at me with sad eyes and i could see tears starting to form behind them.

"but i hurt you, how can i come back from that?"

i shook my head.

"bucky ill live, maybe with some bruising for a while but im still here. and i still trust you. you were doing so good and doing so much better. you said they were gone after all, at least until now."

he sighed.

"i guess i just had a moment of weakness. my best friend left me again and i just lived through another war."

he confessed and i pulled him in to hug me, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. he stiffened under my touch like he was worried hed hurt me again but i understood why. he was scared. hell, so was i.

"you are always allowed to have moments of weakness buck, especially if your dreams look like that."

i said and he pulled away, eyes wide.

"you saw them."

he said in realization and i nodded.

"yeah, i did see them."

i said and he shook his head, a tear finally escaping down his cheek and into his beard.

"im so sorry."

he said, his voice breaking as he began to cry.

"buck."

i said, pulling him back into me and hugging him tightly.

"you dont deserve my demons."

he said shakily, finally wrapping his arms around me. i pet his hair softly,

"maybe not, but they help me understand you and im thankful that i can."

i said just above a whisper, feeling him shake against me. i closed my eyes as we sat in silence. there was a million things i could say but none of them seemed right just yet so i decided against all of them. at the very least he could be vulnerable for a moment, even if it was just a moment. i liked that he could trust me enough to do this though. i sighed heavily, scratching at the back of his neck when i heard him sniffle.

"thank you."

he said softly, pulling away. in front of me was a broken man but i finally understood him as a person.

"you never have to thank me buck."

i said and he shook his head, wiping his face with his shirt sleeve.

"i know we arent exactly like that but i want you to know that i love you."

my eyes went wide.

"of course you dont have to say it back but i want you to know its true. we've been with each other for months and its only now im realizing how much i actually care for you and i just needed you to know that."

he said and i sent him a small smile, pulling him in for a chaste kiss. i could taste the salty tears against his lips and his face hot and flush against my cold finger tips. when i pulled away he finally smiled back.

"i love you too buck."

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Sugar (3/?)

AN: Here is my third chapter of my SugardaddyLoki AU:) I hope you like the Chapter for this week :)

Warnings: not really

Wordcount: around 1600

Masterlist

Sugar- Masterlist

Part 2

You had decided to bake some chocolate-apple-pie after your grandmothers recipe together with some Pasta and self made tomato-sauce, hoping the male would like the food.

The apartment had started to smell delicious, yourself nibbling on some bread Pietro had brought with him from his grocery shopping.

He had mentioned that Mr Laufeyson usually did not eat breakfast at the flat, but got something on his way. So you had needed to get your breakfast supplies, or your mornings would be hungry.

At least he had tea. A lot of tea and a lot of different kinds.

Now, the kitchen was stocked with every essential thing someone would need.

Food was finished around dinner time and you were just cleaning the kitchen of any evidence of your session, when the front-door opened.

You froze in anticipation and worry.

“Food is already here. Good. Please serve while I change into something different.”, the male called and not a second later you heard another door close.

Doing as asked, you plated your home-cooked meal and placed a dish where he had sat the day prior, you sitting down with your own serving in the same manor.

It did not take long for him to emerge again and join you at the large table.

“This looks quite good. Now it only has to taste as such.”, he mumbled, eyeing the food in front of him before taking a small bite.

You waited, anxious, for his reaction and could not suppress a smile when you saw him relax into the food.

He liked it.

“This – this is good. Where did you get it? I have to put it on Pietro´s list of shops to buy from.”, he asked you, already preparing the next bite.

“I made it.”, you whispered, awaiting his reaction.

You were not disappointed: His shewing stopped, his eyes wandering to look at you. He gulped the food he had in his mouth.

“You are telling me, that you cooked this meal yourself? How and Why?”

“I spoke with Pietro and he offered to get the ingredients, what he did. I found the utensils in the cupboards.”

“Well, that explains how, but not why.”

“I, I didn´t know what to get, and I like to cook. It is also cheaper-”, the last part was only a whisper, but he still heard it.

“I don´t think I need to have an eye on how much money I spend for food and take-outs.”

“I apologize Mr Laufeyson.”, you quickly added, averting your eyes.

“It is quite delicious.”, he continued, “Well done.”

Warmth spread through your veins upon hearing the males praise and you couldn´t suppress a shy smile.

“You may cook more often.  Now, if you would excuse me, I have an early meeting tomorrow and therefore will go to bed now.”, he declared, already standing up.

“I- there is dessert.”, you quickly stated, “I mean- if you want. I can but it in the fridge. The pie might not taste as good as now, but still good.”

“You made pie?”, he mused, sitting down again, “What kind of pie.”

“Apple chocolate after my grandma´s recipe.”, you whispered.

He stayed silent and you took it as a sign to serve the desert. Gathering the used dishes, you placed them aside and got the pie out of the oven to plate it with some powdered sugar.

Mr Laufeyson looked at for a few second, before taking a very small piece onto his fork and eating it.

His face kept neutral, though he ate it all.

“As I said. I will be retreating for the night. Tomorrow morning the cleaning service will come to clean the apartment. Just as a heads-up. Have a good night.”

And with that, the man retreated to his quarters.

Well, better get the kitchen cleaned and then to bed.

Thanks to the fact that you had already cleaned most of the things after using them, the kitchen was spotless within ten minutes with the leftovers secured within the fridge. Labeled with the date you had cooked them.

It was nearly enough to feed one more person.

Shutting off the light, within the main area, you stepped into your bedroom, only to stop short; on your bed were four black boxes with silver ribbons.

Presents.

When did he get them in here? What is in there?

Slowly you approached your bed, letting your fingers brush over the soft fabric of the ribbons, once you were able to.

The boxes had the Ásgard´-logo imprinted into the top.

More clothes? But-

With gentle hands, you opened the first bow and then box.

Is that Lingerie? What does this mean?

Shocked, you lifted the first pair of clothes out of the box. It wasn´t lingerie as you first thought, it was a nightdress.

Does he expect me to wear this?

Quickly you opened the other boxes as well, and the next two contained a similar kind  of clothing.

That was, until you opened the last box and a relieved sigh escaped your lungs. Your eyes fell onto some new shirts and boxer-shorts. First were made of extremely soft cotton, last were made of silk.

You just had to wear them, the leggings and shirt you had worn previously had been to warm for your liking and felt wrong to your skin beneath the covers.

Ready for bed, you placed the boxes into the walk-in. You would sort them away in the morning.

With your mobile phone charging and the alarm set for 6:30am, you closed your eyes to sleep.

You woke up with the alarm and decided it was a good day to start with a shower.

Dressed as casually as possible, you made your way to the kitchen area with still wet hair.

You were surprised to see Mr Laufeyson already sitting there. “Good morning.”, you mumbled.

“Good Morning. I did not thought I would see you this early.”, he greeted you in return, sipping on his tea.

“I am used to get up early to do work.”, you admitted, preparing your own breakfast with the stuff Pietro got you the day prior.

“I see. Pietro will drive me to work this morning. I have a conference call with some important people. After that he can drive you wherever you want. There is a credit card on the little table next to your door. It has an allowance of  10.000$ a week. I may allow you to use more, should I see it necessary and you ask me beforehand. You need to have your ID with you though. Otherwise the card will not be accepted.”

He spoke almost bored, like that sum of money were just peanuts.

“Ten-thousand a week?”,you stated with huge eyes.

“Not enough?”

“Too much. Tha- thats more than I made in four months working. Wha- what should I do with that much?”, you quickly explained.

“Buy what you want, as long as you don´t buy at the opponents shops. The cleaning crew will be working from 10 to 12am. See you sometime today.”, and with that, the sharp dressed man left.

Leaving you with no idea what you should do with your day.

Sighting, you grabbed the offered card and stared at it for a long time.

I could visit Bob and Monty,  maybe get them some food or things they need. And then buy stuff for the shelter. At least I would do good with all this money.

You still did not want pity money and felt dirty accepting it.

Using your new phone (because you couldn´t find a pen and some paper to make notes), you wrote stuff you though you should get to not accidentally forget something.

It got rather long, and you hoped you would be able to get all this without renting a truck.

“And I need some reeeeeaally simple stuff to wear.”, you mumbled.

The ringing of your phone caught your attention. Pietro was calling you.

“Good Morning. How can I help you?”, you greeted him politely, just like you had done with your customers just a few days ago.

“(y/n), It´s Pietro. Boss said to call you once I am free. Soooo, I am free. Any idea what you want to do? I can drive you wherever you want.”, the young man´s voice came out of the speaker.

“Thank you, that would be nice. I have a few stops I would like to make- if that is not too much trouble.”, you smiled into the phone.

“Not at all, I would just be earning my money. I will be at the tower in the next ten minutes. If you want, you can wait in the lobby. I will come and get you.”

“Okay. Thank you.”

“No worries. See you in Ten.”, and with that the line went dead.

“Well .. then let´s get down there I guess.”, you mumbled, grabbing your phone and wallet, you got on your way  down to the lobby.

It was rustling with live and you searched for a calmer area to wait for the blond young men.

You felt out of place and feared they would kick you out any second now, but instead, your phone rang again and you accepted Pietro´s call.

“I am up front. Are you ready to go?”

“I am coming out, give me a second.”

“Sure, it´s the black Dodge SUV.”

“Got it.”

Part 4

AN2.0 Well, Loki seemed to like her food. What do you think she will do with all the money?

REBLOGS and comments are appreciated, though any request of a SUGARDADDY looking for a Baby will be deleted… just like the last 30 in the first two parts…..

Thank you very much.

~MaggY

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[evans-heaven]

Anchor~s.m.

Consider it the part 2 of “Hey, Legend,” (read here) but can be read as a standalone. This shit is 4.1k words long so its gonna be a ride, y’all :)

Heavily unedited but I hope you lovelies enjoy!

Also, more towards the end I made a pretty big jump, sorry guys 🙈

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Y/N’s POV

“And lastly, I’d like to thank my beautiful wife, Y/N. Honestly, where would I be without her? She’s my world, my soulmate, the love of my life, a goddess among mankind, the literal queen of every fucking thing, she’s-”

“Darling, put it down before you break it,” Shawn sighed, smiling up at me.

My eyes darted down to his. “Shush,” I hissed, crinkling my nose. I held the award higher and turned my attention back to my imaginary audience. “Now, where was I? Ah, yes, my wife, Y/N. She is the wind beneath my wings, the muse behind my music, without her, my guitar wouldn’t strum, my soul wouldn’t pour out nearly as much passion as it does today, my-”

“Okay, that’s enough,” Shawn threw his hands up and stood up from his place on our carpeted bedroom floor. He took the award from me (mid fake speech, might I add. How rude!) and held it above his head. I looked up at it and growled. 

“Give it back! I wasn’t done!” I tried to reach for it, which, of course, backfired on me, because it somehow slipped my mind that my husband was 6′2, of course, towering over me. I threw my hands down and pouted. “The imaginary audience is waiting for me to finish my speech, Shawn,” I raised my brows and folded my arms. I was pretty sure no one interrupted him with he gave his actual speech at the VMAs. Why was he doing it to me?

“Well the imaginary audience agrees that you’re taking this way too far, and should give it up and help your husband unpack,” he said, walking over to his bedside table and placing the shiny, silver moon person on the it. He looked at it for a few seconds before licking his thumb pad and swiping it across the statuette’s tiny head. I giggled at his action as he smiled in satisfaction and walked back over to me. “Now, baby, I have weeks worth of dirty laundry that we should get started on,” he asked, taking my hands in his, pulling my back down on the floor with him, next to one of his opened suit cases. I looked inside of it and glared. Not because I didn’t want to have to deal with it, but because Shawn, like always, couldn’t be bothered to fold his garments neatly like I always told him to. It didn’t matter that they were dirty or would be confined in the suitcase, he could still make it look more presentable. Maybe it was just my OCD getting the best of me, though.

“Alright, let’s get started,” I reached over and grabbed a handful of button downs, starting to create piles of whites, darks, and colors. I was pretty sure the shirt I wore, the black one with the white trees on it, was the only button up he didn’t take with him. After all those clothing outlets sent them to him, he had grown attached and pretty much opted for those instead of the other shirts he had. I didn’t mind though, he looked amazing in them and they were much easier to remove when need be. I smirked lightly at the thought

As Shawn began to fill me in on his schedule for weeks to come, I refrained from stopping him and letting him know that I didn’t want to think about that for now. He had only just gotten home, the bags under his eyes only a small reminder of how tired he was. Jumping city to city for different promo events, tours, and finally the VMAs had taken a toll on his appearance, and I had noticed his voice was light and slightly gravelly from his tired vocal chords. I never brought up my concern, because I knew how stubborn my husband was.

“Sometimes sleep needs to be sacrificed to get that one perfect creation,” I thought to myself, remembering what he told me the first- and last- time I brought it up. “Or that one perfect moment, where you know you’ve done something right’’” he said, planting a kiss on my forehead, a universal sign between us both that I needed to drop whatever worries I had.

“Is that why the both of us are so exhausted?” Shawn asked out of nowehere.

I jumped, dropping the socks I had in my hands. “Huh?” I asked, side eyeing him.

He cocked his head. “What you just said, ‘sometimes sleep needs to be sacrificed to get that one perfect creation,’” he told me, and my eyes went wide. Had I really said that out loud?

Quickly, I made a recovery before he could notice. “Uh-um, yeah,” I gave him a nervous laugh and shoved him playfully. “Could be,” I said. “I mean, we’re both always writing, me an article and you a song. There’s always the constant struggle between us both for it to be perfect,” I sighed, and picked up a shirt, throwing it into the whites pile.

“Did you finish what you were working on during the show?” he asked me, tugging me closer until I was in his lap. He leaned back against the trunk at the foot of our bed, dragging his hand up and down my back. In that moment, my concern-for us both-vanished.

I nodded lightly, placing my head on his bare chest, AKA my second home. “Its not my best work but at least I got it done,” I said. “Michelle doesn’t want it until Tuesday so I have some time to do a little more with it,” I said while I toyed with the drawstrings on his gray sweatpants.

I was lucky enough to have an easy going boss like Michelle Tan-editor in chief of Seventeen. She gave me a day long extension on one of the featued articles for the September issue after she heard about how rough the night I was supposed to send it in was for me. And by rough night, I meant crying over my husband who was miles away and couldn’t take away the ache in my heart caused by his absence. But she didn’t need to know that. And considering I was always on time with my articles, she was willing to let it slide just this once.

It was the first and last time, thought, that I would let my lonliness get in the way of my work.

“That was understanding of her,” Shawn smiled, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Sorry you were so distracted because of me, sweetheart,” he said, and I couldnt’ tell if he was genuinely apologetic, or just being a cocky shit.

I didn’t have time to reply, because the ringing doorbell sounded from all the way downstairs. 

I furrowed my brow and stood up, Shawn doing the same, heading for the bedroom door. “Who’s that?” I asked, looking at the time on the clock that hung over the door frame as I followed Shawn out. It was well 12:30 on the dot. I didn’t know of anyone we were expecting, no family or friends.

“I noticed time got away from us and we didn’t get a chance to go to the store to get stuff for dinner,” Shawn answered, making a 360 before he descended the stairs as the bell rang again. “So I ordered some Domino’s,” he smirked over his shoulder as he opened the door, pulling out a $20 from his pocket.

I stood at the top of the staircase, smiling. It was the little things he never forgot about me that always made my heart jump-as cliche as it sounded. I was always in the mood for Domino’s, no matter what time of day it was. And he always pulled through and ordered it for me, because he just knew me so well. He was the man I married, after all.

“Thanks, man,” Shawn jutted his chin out to the pizza guy, box in his hand as he closed the door. Giving me a warm once over, he made his way to the kitchen.

“Sausage and cheese?” I asked him, loud enough so he could hear as I made my way down the stairs.

“You already know, babe!” he confirmed. I entered the kitchen just as he was taking out two plates for us.

“Did I just collect our pizza shirtless?” Shawn asked after being silent for a few moments while I grabbed two bottles of Smirnoff from the fridge.

“Yeah, you did,” I laughed, realizing along with him. “Did the pizza look like he was getting any ideas?” I joked, setting the bottles down on the island in the center of the kitchen. 

Shawn got a mischievous look in his eyes, and he darted over to me, hooking his hands under my knees and lifting me onto the island. I shrieked-and quickly transitioned into a moan- as his lips begun to suck on my jawline without warning.

“No,” he husked in between his assault. “But I have some ideas of my own,” he said into my air, the tone of his voice, low, combined with the slight rasp, sending a chill down my spine that almost made me snap in two. He took the shell of my ear in between his incisors and tugged on it lightly, then got a bit more harsh as I sucked in a sharp breath and pulled him closer to me by his broad shoulders.

He took my hips in his large hands and lifted me a bit further onto the counter, his lips finally meeting mine. It was a mixture of a slow and passionate, yet hungry and possesive kiss that would surely leave my lips red, swollen, and sure of who they belonged to. His plump lips moved rapidly against mine, our tongues fighting a battle of their own as they tangled within each other. 

He moved his hands from their exploration of my lower body to my head, threading his fingers through my hair. I moaned out loud, removing my lips from his, though he remained pulling on my tongue for a few seconds more before he attatched his lips to my neck.

“God, I’ve missed your body,” he mumbled into my divit as he began to unbutton my shirt (his shirt), pulling it apart and lightly pushing me down until I laid flat on the tiled surface.

He trailed wet, sloppy kisses down my stomach, holding on to the cups of my bra as he palmed the amply flesh concealed by them. He reached the waisband of my panties, and as much as I didn’t want to, I stopped him.

“Woah, woah,” I said, sitting up right, forcing him to stand up straight. He almost glared at me but it turned into a concerned glance.

“Baby, why move so fast?” I asked him, placing my hands on his chest as his forehead met mine, his messy curls tickling my brow. “ We’ve got all week before you leave again, and the pizza is gonna get cold,” I laughed.

“Right, you know I was too focused on my boner to remember it got delivered,” he chuckled, taking me down from the counter and walking over to the other side to add slices to our plates.

“Hey, pizza for dinner, each other for dessert,” I teased in a sing song voice, squeezing his ass playfully as he made his way out the doorway to the dining room table.

“Y/N, don’t tempt me to drop these plates and rail you against that wall,” his voice wasn’t lighthearted and he didn’t even look at me, but I still smiled. Even in his serious moments he was still a large softie to me.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed the bottles of Smirnoff and the rest of the pizza, following him to the large table suited for an entire family- one we hadn’t created yet. 

“Hailee wanted me to tell you you did a great job on her article for last month’s issue,” Shawn said once we began eating. “She would have called but things have been so hectic for her, and she knew it was the same for you,”

“Damn right,” I scoffed, but smiled still. “She’s the sweetest, God knows I love writing about her,” 

Hailee was by far the one I was closest to among Shawn’s group of famous friends. We had met a few years back at Jingle Bash and immediately hit it off. Since I had been working for Seventeen, she had been on the cover twice and had been in features a dozen times. I was always the one to interview her-due to her request, and I would never complain.

“God knows you love her period,” Shawn laughed, setting his slice down to take a sip of his drink. “I swear you two are gonna hook up and you’re leave me in the shadows one day,” he joked.

I cocked a brow. “Careful you speak that into existance, Mendes,” I played along with him.  “So what are our plans for the following week? I could ask Michelle for a few days away from the office so I can work from home for us to have more time together,” I said, biting into my slice of pizza I had barely touched.

He shrugged. “Whatever we can think of, darling. This whole week is all about you,” he held my tiny hand in his gigantic one, kissing the back of it sweetly.

I nodded, suddenly not as smiley as I had been seconds before. 

“You okay?” he asked, noticing my changed stance. He tucked his index finger under my chin and lifted my head a bit higher so I could meet his gaze. His honey colored eyes held flecks of green, and concern. His thumb grazed over my bottom lip lightly.

I recovered quickly.“Yeah, fine, just thinking about how much I’ve missed you,” And how much I’d miss him when he left again in a week.

He grinned. “Think nothing of it, baby. I’m here now,” he pulled me closer to him and pecked my lips before returning to his pizza. 

I nodded again, swallowing the built up lump in my throat. Then why do I feel so distant from you?

We ate mostly in silence until the pizza was done and there was only crust left. The only words said were from him, complimenting the pizza, and me, giving a small chirp of agreement. My mood had fallen progssively as it got later, and it frustrated me that I couldn’t put it aside to be there for my husband. Luckily, his excitement to finally be able to sit and have a meal with me distracted him. I knew he didn’t need the extra weight of my problems, anyway.

Shawn’s POV, later that night

When I stretched my arm over to the other side of the bed in my sleep, I was met with only the feeling of empty sheets. And that was enough to wake me.

I rose slowly, fist rubbing over my right eye as I turned my head to face Y/N’s side of the bed, which was empty. I looked at her alarm clock- it was 4:22 in the morning. She never got out of bed during the night unless it was to use the toilet, and the opened bathroom door showed she wasn’t in there. I was always so used to having her right next to me when I wanted to snuggle, but for whatever reason, she was absent.

“Y/N! Babe?” I called out to her as I stumbled out of bed, trying not to let my concern show through my voice.

I had noticed her fallen face and monotone voice (when she bothered to speak) during and after dinner, and she had seemed all too eager to turn away from me in bed after she said goodnight. It was way different from when we met at that airport, and the impact of her koala hug made me drop my bags and nearly stumble back. I whispered words of comfort in her ear while stroking her back as she lamented how much she had missed me, words choppy from her tears and kisses all over my cheek, forehead and neck. My heart sank a bit when I thought of what could have changed over the course of the day.

As her husband, so many things mattered to me when it came to her. Above all, I wanted her to be happy. And she just didn’t seem to be, even if it was the smallest signs pointing to that, I still knew.

As I was about to call her out again, nearing the door to our bedroom to investigate the rest of the house, a small sniffle came from behind me, followed by a chocked sob. I spun on my heel, eyes in line with the doors to our balcony next to the bed, a few feet away. More broken whimpers came from that general area, getting louder as I neared.

“Y/N are you-” I was cut off by the site of my girl, curled up in the corner of the balcony, face buried in her thighs as her body shivered with her crying.

Protective mode came on inside me at full force as I rushed over to her, scopping her up in my arms and sitting down on one of the padded tweed chairs. I didn’t know why she was crying, just knew that I had to hold her.

“Shh, baby, you’re okay, you’re fine,” I said, but I mentally slapped myself, because it was evident she was neither one of those things. I shut up and just continued to hold her,rocking her in my arms as she quietly sobbed into me. I almost felt myself begin to cry as well, because her pain was my pain, but I just had to be there for her and comfort her in that moment. I had to remain strong for whatever reason had her in this state. 

“I’m here, baby, I’m right here,” I told her. It was all I could think to say. Just let her know I wasn’t going anywhere.

“I’m sorry,” she managed out a few moments later, moving her headfrom its place in the crook of my neck, wiping her eyes dry, but to no ail. Tears spilled over again, but she was silent as she looked me in the eyes, blinking to keep her emotions at bay.

“No, you don’t have to apologize to me, darling. But please, tell me what’s wrong. I don’t know how long you’ve been out here but I need to know why,” I said, running my fingers through her matted hair, bringing my thumb over to her cheek, using the pad to rid her blotchy skin of the moisture from her tears.

As though what I said triggered something inside her, she got up from my lap, throwing my arms off of her as she paced in front of me, shaking her head. I stood up too, but didn’t touch her. Something told me she had gotten enough physical contact and just needed to vent, but she couldn’t find the words.

“Why?” she whispered. “There are so many reasons why I’m like this, right now, in front of you. I don’t have a single idea how to even begin to explain how I feel, Shawn,” she said, her tone helpless and frustrated. She was turned away from me, arms wrapped around herself as she fisted my Eddie Vedder t shirt in her hands. I watched her. She lifted her shoulders as she sighed and dropped her hands, eventually turning to face me. Her puffy, red eyes held no emotion but pain and sadness as she looked to me. Still, I said nothing and only watched her, letting her have the floor. She needed her husband who listened, not her husband who held her when she was sad and acted like that was enough.

“Everything is wrong. And it doesn’t seem like it, which makes it even more wrong. Because everyone brushes off what problems I might have because of how perfect my life seems. Perfect job. Perfect home. Perfect husband. And you know what? Too often, do I tell myself those exact things when it gets too hard for me. I surpress my own feelings because I let myself think I have no reason to be sad, or depressed, or lonely,” she let out another shaky sigh, and I sensed tears coming, in the both of us.

“Work is hard. It gets stressful and overwhelming and sometimes I just want to quit. And you know what makes it worse? Not having a husband to come home to when I’ve had a rough day. And that makes the following days even more rough, because I’m so filled with fear of of overbearing everything might be at work that it makes me think even more of you, not here when I really, really need you,”

My heart skipped a beat, and a small shock flowed through my body. Was that really how she felt?

“Baby, don’t get me wrong,“ she said quickly, coming over to me and taking my hands. “I know we talked about this when we started dating and I’ve accepted that you won’t always be here, but right now, at this time in my life, it seems that all I need is you. My anchor. You’re my anchor, Shawn,” she said.

I looked down at her, speechless, not sure if she was done or not. And if she was, I didn’t know what to say.

But the silence was filled by her, bursting into tears as she crashed into my chest, lightly beating it with her fists. She sobbed without a care. My arms wrapped tightly around her as I felt tears stream down my face as well, my pain not measuring up to hers, but still there, and I would make it known.

“I-It’s so hard Sh-Shawn,” she said quietly, the wetness of her tears streaming down my stomach as they fell from her eyes.

“Oh, baby,” I kissed the crown of her head as she continued to let out what was left in her. “I know, it hurts,I know,” 

“I j-just want it to st-top,” she whimpered, her tears slowing but not ceasing. “I need you, I need you here,”

“Hey, look at me,” I ordered softly, holding her face in my hands as her eyes met mine yet again. Trying not to let the agony and anxiety that swam in her once lively y/e/c orbs get to me, I dragged my thumbs across her cheeks and under her eyes as I placed a kiss on her swollen, wet lips. I swallowed her light moan before I pulled away.

“Whenever I’m away from you, I know things can be hard. They’re hard on me too. I know we both know how hard it is to fall asleep without each other to hold. Without you being there to encourage me when I’m a fucking wreck and don’t know where the hell I’m going with something. But you know what? The mere thought that in a few days I’m gonna be home to you, that’s enough to keep me grounded. Its always enough. And I want it it to be enough for you too, baby,” I told her.

“I will always come home to you, Y/N. Always. I’ll never stray or go somewhere else unless I have to. Not when I know you’re here waiting for me to come home to you. I need you and you need me and I’ll be fucked if I or anyone else ever came in the way of that. Right now, with you in my arms, I keep this feeling in my head when I’m away and that keeps the anticipation to see you rising higher. Remember the way you feel when I hold you, angel. When you need me I’m a call away, a face time away, or a flight away. You’re never alone once you remember you can always come to me no matter how you feel or where I am,” I finished, and I could do nothing more but just look to her, waiting for her.

She tugged her lips into her mouth, releasing the tension from her shoulders as I felt her entire body soften in my arms. Her eyes, still glossy, still pained in the tiniest way, slowly began to regain the same glimmer that was there earlier in the day, the same glimmer I fell in love with-lively, full of hope and excitement and love.

“My anchor, even when you’re not here,”she said, after being silent all through out my speech. 

All I could do was smile down at her. And it became clear to me that I wasn’t just her anchor, she was mine. She kept me grounded when my life in the industry’s fast lane became a hellfire. When I felt like quitting and giving up as to not deal with constant judgement and scrutiny on my craft, she was there for me like no one else. And that was what any relationship was all about. Your partner relied on you for so many things, but one of the most important was a shoulder to cry on or someone to listen. I didn’t know what I would do without Y/N when it came to those things.

“You know it, darling,” I kissed her forehead, pulling her head back into my chest as we swayed in the light breeze that the wee hours of the morning delivered. “Everything is gonna be okay, if I can’t promise you anything else, I can always promise you that,”

I had no more words left. But I had a feeling that was okay. It was time for me to just hold her, no words in between us. Sometimes the warmth of a loved one’s embrace was the best remedy for an aching heart.

Maybe in that moment she wasn’t totally rid of her worries and lamentations, but we were on the road to recovery. And I would be with her, every step of the way.

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I feel like this sucked and it ended really abruptly, but that’s only because I was kinda in a rush to put this up. Hope you lovely babes enjoyed! Feedback is always welcome :) Gentle reminder to reblog it if you like it!

#shawn mendes #shawn peter raul mendes #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes imagines #shawn mendes fanfiction #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes fan fiction #shawn mendes fluff #shawn mendes writing #husband!shawn

[onlyjihoons]

youtuber!jungkook

a/n; honestly,, jk’s gcf in tokyo gave me ideas and i just jskdmsozkw(and please forgive me for my suckass moodboard skills colour coordinating is hard)

jungkook wanted to have a side job after many years in the idol world

other than helping hoseok w his dance studio

so he decided to be a youtuber, which he lowkey enjoys doing

he likes being behind the camera, more than being on camera

except sometimes where he does prank videos on taehyung or dance videos as 3J(jhope,jimin,jungkook)

the content on his channel is pretty messy tbh, sometimes dance covers, dance tutorials, cooking tutorials, travelogues, vlogs etc

every member would at least be guesting in 1 of jungkook’s videos

meokbang w seokjin, composing w yoongi or namjoon, dancing w hoseok and jimin, pranks w taehyung

editing is honestly on point?? and will meticulously list down the places he went to, the bgm he uses for his videos, camera used and editing software

reached 1 million subscribers in a week so youtube gave him the silver and golden play button at the same time LOL

now,, you first met jungkook at a really quaint cafe in osaka

you were surprised to see jungkook in japan in his free time

you knew of bangtan and you liked their music and members, but you werent really a diehard fan of them either

you, a travel writer/show producer(think buzzfeed), was dispatched to osaka to find eating recommendations to readers and perhaps have a potential Worth It episode

you were just minding your own business, typing away on your laptop when someone tapped on the table

you looked up, and nearly gasped because,, bangtan’s jungkook?? wow

jungkook spoke some stuff in japanese which you couldnt understand but by the looks of it he was prolly asking if the seat across you was taken

you shook your head, as he shot you a grateful smile and settled into the seat

you took some short glances at jungkook, and he was busy looking through some pictures on his dslr

you knew your friend being a big fan of jungkook, you discreetly took you your phone and took a picture of him,, until the clicking sound of the camera went off loudly and startled him

you cursed under your breath and apologised,, he just giggled and you were confused??

“b-by a-any chance are you bts’ jungkook?”

“yes i am, do you want a picture?”

“n–no m–my friend–”

“its okay! im not on official schedule anyway^^”

hin being so smilely and open about it made you feel really bad honestly, he looked really invested in his pictures

in the end, you did have a picture with him and his signature on the cafe’s napkin

below his signature was a few numbers scribbled on it, with “nice to meet you, y/n-ssi! i hope to be in your buzzfeed article soon;)”

you were like,, wait…he knows me??

jungkook actually reads buzzfeed articles and his favourite ones always come from you

thats how the both of you met

fast forward a few months later

the both of you are a couple

it was hard for jungkook to keep it under the wraps honestly but it was a good decision because hiding is never easy

the both of you would buy an apartment together and live together

a really huge step for a couple of like,, 1 year LOL but jungkook insists on it, he didnt want you to commute 2 hours to work

just a simple, 3 room apartment in gangnam

1 room for you and jungkook, 1 room as a “filming studio” and the other for work/editing

you do use the filming studio quite alot due to the need to take nice photos of food

jungkook helps you of course,, by eating it

cooking videos now have you as a featured guest

jungkook actually listens very well and the dishes come out better than you expected

but when the camera is off, jungkook is clingy af even when youre just checking the cookies in the oven

“baaaabe”

“hmm?”

“i love you”

“i love you too, jungkook”

“more than food?”

“uH”

on travel vlogs, jungkook would take you around to places the fans recommend him to go to

and will film you but youre always shy

“i have no makeup on please nooooo”

“i love you the best without makeup and youre beautiful without it shut up”

even when the both of you are just at hongdae for some shopping jungkook will film you with his phone too?? honestly a personal paparazzi lmao

but all those clips come to use during a video montage for your anniversary and you cried alot

will actually do embarrassing stuff like, girl group dances, my girlfriend does my makeup

because the fans want it, and he just wants you to be part of his channel too, because youre a big part of his life that keeps him happy and sane

#jeon jungkook #jungkook scenarios #bts scenarios #bangtan scenarios #bts #bangtan #bts imagines #bts fluff #bangtan imagines #yoongi #seokjin #namjoon #hoseok #jimin #taehyung #fluffy writes

[timbo-drake]

Patronus

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Slytherin! Reader

Request: Yes!  @bluenekox3:   Hi there sweety! Can i request you an imagine? Maybe a Slytherin girl x Remus and he is teaching her to make a patronus a hers is a badger and it gets cute ? Please?

A/N: Repost! I made it again because I didnt liked it the irst time and it didnt had the things that @bluenekox3 wanted so I made it longer. Hope you like this one better!

“Today we are learning to cast a Patronus Charm!” The voice of Professor Flitwick entered the classroom.

I  was currently in Charms with the Gyffindors, and I was talking to ellow Slythern when professor Flitwick entered anouncing todaays class. When I heard Patronus Charm I was interested in the theme. I’ve read about the Patronus Charm in one of my detentions with the charms professor in thirth grade and ever since I was looking forward to this class. Now three years later I was finally having it.

“Now I am going to get you in pairs, I will name a Slytherin and then a Gryffindor they wiil both come to the front and wait until I got you all in pairs and you will sit with your partner” And he started calling names, everyone was angry that we had to pair withour worst enemys but I didnt care I just wanted to cast my patronus.

“Y/l/n, Y/n and Remus Lupin” I went to the front wth my partner.

“Hi, I’m Y/n” I offered my hand and he looked at me like I was a weird species. “What? Is it bad or a Slytherin to say hi to a Gryffindor? They are called manners”

“Sorry, it’s just I never knew a Slytherin that haves manners” He said giving me his hand. “I’m Remus, Remus Lupin” I smiled at him.

When we got to the places that professor Flitwick assigned us he started explaining. When he finishe we all standed up and got to work. 

“If you can’t make a Patronus in the next hour and a half, you will come back ater dinner with your partner and you will keep trying” Proffesor Flitwick said going between everyone to see their work.

“Bloody Hell” Remus said as he looked at James Potter cast his Patronus while his wand was just barely letting a few silver drops out.

“Dont worry, you would get that, I mean, I havent cast mine neither”

“Expecto Patronus!” he screamed. A silver wind-ish thingy came out of his wand

“Well, that is more than just dropps, may I ask what memory you are using?”

“The time I met my three best friends, I thought that was happy enough, guess not” he said looking down.

“Try with another then”

“I cant think of any other” 

“Well while you think of another I will try”

“Ok”

“Expecto Patronus!” Nothing “Expecto Patronus” Nothing “Expecto Patronus” Only a few silver drops. After a couple of tries I saw Remus’s face light up.

“I got it!” he exclaimed “May I?”

“Of course, not like I was nailing it so yeah do it”

“Expecto Patronus!”  And suddenly something that looked like a wolf came out of his wand, it was a werewolf, I looked at Remus, he was happy, or at least that’s what I saw, he looked at his three friends, who had already casted their own Patronus and were looking at Remus with an concern look.

The bell rang indicating the end of the class and breaking Remus’s concentration making the Patronus dissappear.

“Bloddy hell” we both said, me, because I didnt casted my Patronus, and him, well, I didnt knew why he said it.

“Well, at least one of us casted it, what memory did you used?”

“I-I dont- It is a secret, sorry, see you after dinner” he said walking away

“See ya’“ I said wondering why he suddenly looked upset.

In dinner I was looking for him, but he didn’t came to dinner. What was wrong? Aren’t  you supossed to be happy when you cast your Patronus? I looked at his table one last time beore I leaved at I notice that James Potter and Peter Pettigrew were there and they were looking at me.

I rushed to the stairs to go to Flitwick’s classroom.

When I got there, there were already the other two pairs that couldnt cast their Patronus. I waited a few minutes and Remus entered the classroom. I followed him to the center of the classroom and we got started.

Professor Flitwick was in his chair when two Patronus made their way trough the classroom and then dissapeared.

“Expecto Patronus!”  I exclaimed, just silver air.

“You can make it! Just think of the happiest memory you have” Remus said 

“That’s what I am thinking of! Why dont you try it again? Maybe that will give me the courage to cast mine?”

“I dont realy think like doing it”

“Look, I dont know what happened during the class, ou were happy for a second and the other you were upset, your friends looked at you with concern loooks and you didnt showed up at dinner, if you dont want to tell me, but it is ok,we both know that the patrons is the light and happiness that we all have, so dont feel bad about it, now we are going to cast our Patronus and we are gonna be happy about it”

“Ok, you are right”

“1″

“2″

“3″

“Expecto Patronus!”  we both said and from our wands came out our Patronus. from mine a beutifull badger came out and from his it was a another werewolf. They both made their way in the classroom and I was following them very close but then I stepped a book and I fell.

But I didnt fell, a strong pair of arms catched me and now I was looking to Remus’s eyes. He wouldnt let me go and I didnt wanted him to.

“A badger, it is beutifull”

“I didnt had time to tell you this in class, but yours is amazing, and very rare, wich makes it even more beutifull” I told him. We were still looking to each other eyes but then the magic broke

“Oi, Remus my friend, good catch” we separated and looked to the owner of the voice. Sirius Black.

“Shut up Sirius!” he said looking back to me “W-would you like to go to Hogsmade with me on Saturday?” 

“If is only the two of us” I looked at his friends and then my looke went back to him “Yes, I would like to go to Hogsmade on Saturday”

#remus lupin #remus x reader #remus lupin imagine #the marauders #marauders imagine #marauders era #slytherin #slytherin x gryffindor #gryffindor #sirius black #james potter #peter pettigrew #moony #wormtail #padfoot #prongs #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #patronus #badger

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Sugar (6/?)

AN: Here is the next part. What do you think will happen now? WIll Loki relent, or will he stay the asshole he was?

Wordcount: around 16000

Warnings: I think not

Masterlist

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Sugar 5

Wearily you stepped into the mentioned bath.

The floor was laid out with dark wooden planks; Tub (inset for half its depth in the floor, filled with steaming water) and sink made of black marble with silver inlays.

With fearful eyes you looked around for any hint that Mr Laufeyson had lied, but you couldnt spot any electrical devices apart from the lights in the ceiling.

Finally you found it to be save and started stripping off the offending clothes starting with the shoes and String; the dress would wait until you had entered the water. It was sad for the fabric, but you did not feel well otherwise.

Emerging yourself under the water, you realized the water to have the perfect temperature and once you had peeled off the once beautiful dress, you began scrubbing your skin to get rid of the ugly feeling the man left behind on your body.

Skin raw and water cold you were almost satisfied with the state of your body. You then grabbed a (huge) soft towel to dryddd and returned to Mr Laufeyson´s Bedroom where you found your most comfortable clothes laid out on the bed. After one last glance around, you quickly got dressed.

It was then that an intoxicating scent entered your nose and both your brain and stomach realized how hungry you were in reality.

Pizza? He got Pizza?

__

“Feeling better?”, Mr Laufeysond asked once you had entered the living-area.

“Yes, thank you.”, you nodded, looking at the scene in front of you:

The whole kitchen was filled with pizza-cartons of all different sizes with different pizzas in it.

WTF?!

“I did not know which one you liked, so I ordered one of every kind I have heard of.”, he explained with a sorry look in his eyes, “Eat whatever you like.”

Hesitant you searched for your favorite kind and took a bite; it tasted wonderfully and for a little moment you were able to forget why you were there.

“It is time for me to explain, right?”, the man breathed, his eyes first cast to the floor only to move to the ceiling before settling on yours, awaiting your approval.

“I am what people call a Dominant. I like being in control. But what I like and need just as much is to take care of people; that they are depending on me . You may call it me a Sugar Daddy, if you have ever heard of it.”

“I don´t understand- Does that mean, you like forcing people to follow your every order, and to have nothing? You enjoy the suffering of others, just so you can play the knight in shiny armour?”, you hissed, your fists balled in anger.

“No- and yes. Usually this arrangement is made in both sides consent. The Sugarbaby gets monthly or weekly allowance, presents or getting things payed for. In the meantime, she offers her Daddy favors like joining him to dinners, parties, holidays and other things-”

“-like sex?”, you finished his sentence in shock.

“Yes, like sex or other sexual favors. But listen, before you panic, there are borders set- not negotiable boarders .”

“NO- nonononononono. So I am a glorified whore?”, you broke with a sob.

“NO! As I said, these things are made in consent of both sides. I would and will not ask that from you, or anyone else, without being 100 percent sure it is what they want as well.”

Tears streamed down your face when you spoke again, “ Then why threatening me in the first time.”

“You would not have accepted any help if I had offered, right? It is part and job of a good Sugardaddy, or any Dominant in particular, to know what is best for his Baby or Submissive. Even if they don´t or do not want to know it.”, he continued,”After I had kicked you out Bucky and Sam asked me if I had seen you. They told me what had happened and I realized my mistake. When I med you again, I decided to act. I admit I thought you to act and turn out like the others. I tried to make you show your real side . I failed in realizing you are who you are not not pretending to be someone else. If you want: you can leave. No police and you will never see me again. I will arrange for you to move towns of you wish. But my offer stands. You will join me at functions, dinner and lunch or other things. In return you keep your allowance, your  rooms and everything you already have at the moment. No sex or any sexual favors unless you offer them on your own. I can arrange for you to work a few hours if it makes you feel better. Your own apartment. Think about it. In the meantime I leave you alone and will stay somewhere else until you have decided. Just let Pietro or one of the others know when you are finished. The leftovers will be given to people living on the streets. Let me know how you decide. Until then this apartment is yours. Just, please do not go through my things.”, the man nodded almost submissively, before leaving you alone.

With the men´s words still lingering in your mind, you ate as much as you were able to , before sending Bucky a quick ´Thank you` and retiring into your room.

You settled onto your bed, no noises around you (except the one time when Bucky or Pietro must have entered to take the leftovers away), but sleep was evading you with everything running through your mind.

In the end, you called your aunt for advice. She knew you better than you knew yourself sometimes, and she was the only one (next to your mom) you had still contact with at home.

“So, you got this offer as a PA. It requires you to move into the same house as your boss. Join him at functions and other things for  15k a month? And you don´t know if you want to, because he was an huge asshole at the beginning and you feel like selling yourself? Do I understand  that right?”, her gentle voice repeated what you had just told her over the phone.

“Yes.”

“Furthermore your asshole boyfriend left you the day before you were supposed to move in with him, and on top of that you lost your job, because someone with a gun was robbing your workplace?”

“Yes.”, you sighted, hearing it made it all sound even worse.

“One last Question: is he good looking?”

“I. I guess.”, you answered and were able to see the smirk she must have on her face that second through the phone.

“Then go for it. Put enough money aside , in case you need to quit, and enjoy it as long as it lasts. God knows you always work hard and care of others. Now care for yourself. Your Ma would say the same.”

“Hows her cancer?”

“The same. And now with your brother in Jail again- But enough of that depressing stuff.”, your aunt sighted.

“I will send you-”

“-nothing. My sister won´t accept a penny and you know that. The lot of you is just too stubborn for your own good.”

“Then at least let me give you money for me while I lived with you. Please-”

“Fine. But not more than 500 s month-”

“-a week-”

“Fine. As stubborn as the rest of us.”, she laughed ,” Love you munchkin. And stay strong in that big city of yours.”

“Love you, too Aunty. Call you once I have made a decision. And hug Ma from me.”

“Always. See you later.”

With your thoughts sorted, sleep stopped evading you and within minutes you had drifted into a deep slumber.

____

Your eyes sticky, you slumped into the kitchen, with your whole body still tired from the evening prior.

Fresh fruits and and different kinds of freshly baked goods (like bread rolls and croissants) greeted you the second you placed foot into it.

You knew Mr Laufeyson was behind this.

Shewing on a bite of bun with cheese topping , you typed a Message the owner of the Apartment and hit send.

´I made a decision. I will accept your offer, if I have your word to be allowed to change my mind at any second; without repercussions.´

It took less than a minute for him to answer: ´Of course. Pietro will bring you to my office once you are finished with your breakfast.´

You answered with a quick ,´okay. What should I wear?´

´Whatever you like and is suitable for an office.´- came his reply and your forehead almost hit the top of the table you were sitting at.

Office-friendly. Office-friendly. Let´s see if I can find anything in that closet of mine. I though with all that cloth-missing stuff in there that might turn out hard. Urg. I will need to go shopping. I hate that.

To your little surprise, did you find a pair of skinny jeans, a simple black t-shirt and a black strick-jacket.

This might work. Better than nothing I guess.

A knock sounded from the door between the floor and your room.

“(y/n), this is me, Bucky.”

“Come in.”, you called back and he did as you had told.

“How are you feeling?”, he asked at once, his voice warm but sad.

“Better, thank you. Again.”, you smiled.

“No, you should not thank me. I should apologize. If I had done my job correctly-”, he started though was interrupted by you at once.

“Stop. Just- just don´t let it happen again, okay?”, you hummed, “I am not mad with you.”

“I can do that. I am here to escort you to the boss.”

“Okay. Lead the way.”

Part 7

AN2.0 How will this turn our for the reader? And will her family make an appreance again in later chapters?

REBLOGS and comments are appreciated:)

Thank you very much.

~MaggY

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