#iamgines

heartbreak. betrayal. moving on. a series of fics that show how different people deal with first love ending and growing up.

brutal

traitor

drivers license - Dina

1 step forward, 3 steps back

deja vu - Tate Langdon

good 4 u

enough for you

happier - Bill Denbrough

jealousy, jealousy

favorite crime - Ethan Landry

Thank you for the kind words! I’m in a fluff mood and we’ve been going on about height all day so here we go! Just for reference, Jakurai is 6′5 (194 cm). Check out other headcanons for small s/o’s for Ichiro, Juto, Ramuda, and Dice~

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Jakurai would love having a smaller s/o and will going to find them extremely cute 

even if you’re the sexy type, he’s going to think everything you do is cute

I guess that just happens when you’re 6 freakin 5

regarding teasing: Jakurai isn’t prone to teasing you too much

but when you do something that highlights how short you are

like when you try to reach the highest cupboard at home

or when you get carded at a bar/movie

or when you try to grab something from the top shelf at the market

he’s going to chuckle and cross his arms, just watching for a bit before teasing you with a small quip

“Do you need help with that? 

“No, I got it!” 

“Ah, it’s because you’re so small, Y/N.”

“Well that’s not my fault!!”

if he knows it’s a sore subject he definitely won’t push it

because he would never want to upset you

but he’s prone to leaving the small comment here or there with a cheeky smile and a small pat on the head

one time someone asked you if Jakurai was your dad

and you just spit out your drink and had to walk away

we all know he’s already a pretty caring and protective person but if you’re small, that’s going to bring it out ten-fold

remember how I said you might have trouble getting stuff from the top shelf?

well it doesn’t matter

because Jakurai will always go out of his way to help you with anything you might need

he would literally pick you up so that you could view all of the spices on the spice rack if you asked him

likewise, whenever you go out by yourself or friends, he’s going to dote on you and make sure you’re being safe

because you’re tiny and he wants to make sure you can take care of yourself 

which, obviously you can, but it’s cute that he worries

he really likes it when you curl up on his lap after a long day

or even when you lay your head on his chest

because you’re just so small and he’s so big and he just wants to love you

since he’s so much taller, it’s pretty easy for you to give him hugs

and vice versa, he just needs to bend down and can easily give you head kisses

which there is no shortage of

pro tip: if you wear his clothes he won’t be able to contain himself

especially if you only in one of his t-shirts 

which would effectively be a dress on you

For the preferences thing, 21 with Scott McCall please? Thank you 💕

Requested by: @longlivethewallscrashedthrough

Prompts: (21) “Stop saying things that make me wanna kiss you.”

Please don’t plagiarize my work - I spend a lot of my time writing, copying and pasting destroys that. If you want to repost my work. please ask first - but even then I might say no.

Word Count: 203

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“Stop saying things that make me wanna kiss you.”

Rolling your eyes, you scoffed, lightly slapping Scott on the chest. “Oh, shut up,” you giggled, shaking your head.

“It’s true!” Scott exclaimed, pulling your attention on him. Slowly, you gazed back at him, turning slightly in his arms as you raised a single brow. With a grin, Scott cupped your cheek. “Everything you say makes me wanna kiss you.”

“I literally was reading from the textbook,” you reminded, smirking.

Scott’s cheeks flushed lightly, as he shrugged. “I can’t help it,” he grinned, “I just love everything about you.”

“Well, someones feeling particularly loving tonight.” You teased, “is there something i’m missing?”

Scott shook his head, “I just wanted you to know.”

Cupping his cheek, you pressed a gentle kiss against his lips before pulling back. “I already did, silly,” you giggled, “now, let’s get back to studying?”

Scott nodded, and you shifted forwards once again. Opening back up the textbook to the page you’d last been on, you begun reading aloud once again, tracing the spot you were in with your fingertip. All the way, Scott watched with admiration in his eyes, instead of listening.

He failed the text the next day.

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Request : “Steve x reader where Steve has a reoccurring nightmare of reader dying and he starts freaking out over everything.”

Au: I’m sorry if this was shit! If anyone wants to get tagged in my imagines just tell me and I’ll tag you.

Words : 1386

Requests are still open!! I will do them as soon as I get some time.

Warnings : Death, kissing, language

Steve sat up straight in bed, “What the?” He questioned, violently rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands. When he pulled them away they were wet. He couldn’t see around him because the room was dark, so his hands moved over the mattress until it came into contact with (Y/n)’s body.

Steve relaxed instantly, the dream was still very vivid. In his dream (Y/n) and Steve had a fight about something silly, and just as she drove off her car hit something, maybe the sidewalk, and it flipped over, rolling a few times. He would run over to the car, everything in slow motion.

When he did eventually reach the car he would look in to the eyes of (Y/n).

Dead.

Life less.

Eyes.

Steve let out a small breath as his head relaxed back on to the pillow, his arm snaked around (Y/n)’s waist and he pulled her close to him. Her hair fell over his face and he tried to get it out of his mouth without waking her up.

After heavily contemplating to cut her (h/c) hair off completely, he fell back into a deep sleep.

He woke up sweating again, this dream was just as terrible as the first. In this dream (Y/n) was attacked by the monster he helped Nancy and Jonathan fight. He couldn’t get to her in the dream, and when he finally did she had the exact same expression on her dead face.

Just like he’s seen for a few days now, every night the same things happen in his dreams, always ending in (Y/n) dying.

Steve sat up and rubbed his hands over his face, a little worried when he didn’t see (Y/n) next to him in the bed. He got out of bed and picked his jeans up that he carelessly had thrown on the floor next to the bed the previous night.

He looked at himself in the mirror, running his hands through his hair in an attempt to fix the bed hair. His eyes landed on his face, he looked pail and had slight circles underneath his eyes. Probably from the lack of sleep.

“Ouch, fuck!” (Y/n)’s voice cried out, Steve spun around. He almost ran in to the door on his way out of the room, he took the steps two at a time. “(Y/n)?” he called out. “In here.” Her voice came from the kitchen. Steve heard something fall and then the tap water running.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” He questioned, walking over towards her, inspecting her hand that she kept underneath the running water. “The knife slipped and sliced me.” Steve’s face went even more pail.

“Babe, you need to be careful working with knives.” Steve’s voice came out more as a whine. (Y/n) looked at him, worry took over her face. “What’s wrong?” She asked, then turned the water off and wrapped a paper towel around her finger.

“Steve?” She questioned. Steve was searching through the medical cabinet, in search of a band aid. He didn’t look at her, thinking the dreams were weird and that she would think he’s weird.

“Babe?” (Y/n) questioned impatiently.

“Just didn’t sleep well, okay.” Steve snapped, he didn’t mean to snap at her. Steve turned, walking towards her with the band aid. “Hand.” He demanded, (Y/n) sighed and gave her hand to him. She could see something was bothering Steve, but she didn’t want to push him to tell her.

“I’ll finish this.” Steve said, pointing to the toast and half open bacon pack. (Y/n) frowned and shook her head, “No babe, I got it. I wanted to make some breakfast for you.” Her smile was warm as she reached out to tuck Steve’s thick locks behind his ear.

“Yeah, but you’re working with the stove and that gets super-hot.” Steve said, pointing towards the stove. He realized how weird that probably sounds. “I mean… I wanted to make some breakfast for you.” He pulled (Y/n) towards him, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“I mean, if you want to…” Steve nodded and led (Y/n) out of the kitchen to the tv room.

“Here, you can sit here and not do anything while I get shit done.” Steve mumbled. “Okay, what is wrong with you?” Steve just shook his head. “Nothing, just trying to make you comfortable.” (Y/n) noticed him dragging his long fingers through his hair, indicating that he was nervous. (Y/n) just nodded her head and sat down.

“Do you want to go for a walk?” (Y/n) asked, she was bored out of her mind, Steve has made her sit and watch tv for the entire day. “A walk?” Steve questioned, looking like he was thinking about it.

His eyes widened, then he turned his head towards her slowly. “But there are bears.” He whispered, causing (Y/n) to laugh. “I’ve lived here my entire life and I’ve never seen one.” Steve shook his head.

“Okay, how about we go for a drive?” the dream from last night was still fresh in his mind and he shook his head violently causing his hair to go everywhere.

“Outside is, is…” he sank down on to the couch, covering himself with the blanket up to his chin. “Is dangerous.”

(Y/n) frowned then turned her entire body towards him. “What. Are. You. Talking. About?” her annoyance clear in her voice.

Steve didn’t say anything, which made her annoyance turn into anger. “If you don’t want to talk about it then fine, I’ll go home.” Just as (Y/n) got up from the couch Steve grabbed her hand, pulling her back towards him. He gripped her in an embrace and stuck his cheek right up to hers, with his one hand he patted her head. “Must, protect.” He said in a monotone.

(Y/n) pushed him away, then started laughing as she stood up again. “I swear to God Steve, I don’t have time for your silliness right now.” She wasn’t mad at him anymore. “You’re going to think it is so weird and disturbing.” He groaned, pulling the blanket up and covering his head, then slowly, like a melting piece of ice, he slid down the couch and landed on his side.

(Y/n) sat down on her knees next to the couch. “Steve.” She said softly. “I will not think weird of you.” He peeked his eyes out, “Just tell me what’s bothering you.” Steve let out a deep sigh.”

“I’ve been dreaming about you dying, a lot.” (Y/n)’s face was blank as she stared at him. “Every night it’s a different way that you die, and every time I reach you it’s too late. The expression on your face is the same every time though.”

(Y/n) reached out and touched Steve’s face softly. “Babe, nothing is wrong with me. I am not going to die? Okay? You’re just having some strange nightmares, but that’s all they are, nightmares.”

Steve’s eyes misted over as he stared at her, taking in her beauty.

“It seems so real.” He whispered, “And I don’t want to ever experience that in real life, I don’t know what I would do without you.” A tear slipped out of his eye and ran over his nose, then dripped on the couch, since he was lying on his side on the couch.

(Y/n) felt her eyes tear up as well, she motioned for Steve to sit up then she sat down next to him, wrapping her arms around him. “I’m right here and I am not going anywhere.” She cooed. “I know this seems silly, but I just love you so much.” (Y/n)’s arms tightened around him. “Babe, it’s not silly, okay? You are not silly. You’re emotions count as well, they are not silly.”

Steve squeezed her arm. “I love you too.”

They stayed in that position for a little while until (Y/n) cleared her throat. “But Steve, for reals. I am so bored.” Steve laughed then sat up. “I need something to keep me busy, or do something fun.” Steve smiled at her wickedly, then leaned in and kissed her.

“I know something we can do to take away your boredom.” (Y/n) giggled as Steve grabbed her waist and dragged her on top of him. She cradled his lap and leaned forward, she kissed him softly. She loved this boy.

Dreaming of you   Loki  x reader

Bound by a name   Thor x reader

Color Vision     Sam Wilson x reader

Racing Hearts   Peitro Maximoff x reader

Counting up      Steve Rogers x reader

1-800-soulmates  Tony Stark x reader

Metal superman   James Rhodes x reader

Heartstrings and. . . Webstrings   Peter Parker

Initial Meetings   Phil Coulson x reader 

Cupid's Bow   Clint Barton x reader

First words   Bruce Banner x reader

Crossed Paths   Bucky Barnes x reader

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