#i've had dark brown hair pretty much my entire life so to like say goodbye to it is a lot of mixed feelings tbh

[yenneferschaos]

my saturn return is really saturn returning because my natural dark brown/black hair is getting dyed tomorrow!

last year it was styled into a bob and now i'm dying it?

WHAT?!

[brvdges]

Like A River Flows - Stark!Reader x Peter Parker

Title: like a river flows

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Y/N hopes to meet her soulmate on her eighteenth birthday. Soulmate No Blip AU

Warnings: none

A/N: I've been gone so long but here's a new imagine! I got a new laptop! So hopefully there will be tons more of these. I listened to "Can't Help Falling In Love" by Kina Grannis if you wanna get the full experience.

Word Count: 1824

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You could hear the sound of glasses clinking and laughter echoing up from the main room as you tugged at your dress at the top of the stairs. You turned around and looked in the ornate mirror behind you. 

Everything about you was perfectly polished and plucked; your lace was perfectly laid with every hair beautifully framing your face. Your ears were adorned with simple gold diamond studs and a matching name necklace sat daintily on your collarbone.

Your makeup was done to perfection with your brown eyes sparkling from behind layers of shadow, liner, mascara, and false lashes. For the first time in your life, you had gotten your makeup done professionally. Your father had paid for it of course -- it was at his insistence that you had gotten it done.

In fact, the entire party was at his insistence and he had taken it upon himself to have every detail perfect. You didn’t really want a big elaborate birthday party, but today was the big day. 

Everyone had a special day when you’d finally know the person you’re meant to be with. At a young age, you’d come to the conclusion somehow your meeting would be on your eighteenth birthday. When your father was enlightened with this fact, he had taken it upon himself to make everything perfect -- including you. Thanks to him, you looked undeniably stunning.  It was the most beautiful you had seen yourself in a long while. Ever since your mom had passed, you hadn't felt the need to dress up anymore -- so it no longer felt like you.

“You look absolutely radiant, Y/N.” Pepper assured you as she joined you in looking in the mirror. “Your father outdid himself. Just wait until he sees you.” You understood immediately what she meant, you were almost a spitting image of your mother. Your mahogany skin and high cheekbones were hers, as was your smile and arched eyebrows. The only evidence of your father was the occasional facial expression. “You ready?” she asked turning you back towards the steps. 

You nodded and smiled cautiously, “You’re gonna be okay. There’s so many people down there and they’re all excited to see you.” The two of you peered over the banister down all the sea of people below. Your father had indeed gone for a more sophisticated approach, but as with all Stark parties it was pretty much promised to liven up as the night went on. 

“All right! Chin up!” You did as you were told and began your way down the grand staircase. As you made your descent, you saw the attention shift to you as everyone took you in for the first time that night. “The birthday girl is here!” Natasha raised a glass to you. You smiled to her as you were welcomed with a myriad of birthday wishes.

As the party continued on, you felt almost like a princess. So many promising people had come up and introduced themselves to you; however nothing had clicked yet. You were starting to wonder if all the theatrics had been for nothing when your dad found you. You were standing against the wall watching your friends have a ball of a time dancing to the DJ that had recently taken place of the string quartet. 

“Y/N, shouldn’t you be dancing?” he asked, his dark brows furrowing in confusion. You sighed disappointedly, “Yeah, I guess.” You picked at a string on your dress, “I thought I’d meet them today.” Your dad nodded glancing over at Pepper. She was talking excitedly to Natasha -- likely about wedding plans. The way he looked at her was so beautiful. The way you could tell everything he felt for her from just a look was absolutely amazing. That was it -- that what you wanted. 

“Well, Y/N, you never know there’s still a few hours left to your birthday.” you frowned a bit, “I’ve talked to every person here that I’ve never met. I’m pretty sure it’s not happening today.” your dad chuckled, “You know Y/N, I know I’ve told you the story of how I met your mom.”

“Italy, 1999.” you mumbled looking up at your father. He nodded, “We met and it felt right. I’m not one to be very emotional, but I knew I wanted to keep her around. There was just something about her.” you tilted your head, “She wasn’t your soulmate though. Pepper is.” He sighed, “She was the one for me -- well until she passed, of course. By that time, I had known Pepper for years and I didn’t see her in that way until one day, I just did.” He looked over at her again, her and Natasha had been joined by Maria.

“I don’t know if you're understanding what I’m getting at. I don’t know if I’m explaining it clearly. What I’m saying is -- it could be someone you’ve already met and maybe you just haven’t realized it yet. No one ever said it had to be someone new -- just that there was a day that you would know.” He gave you a small smile, “You should enjoy your night because either way, you look amazing, kiddo. Happy birthday.” he playfully hit you on the shoulder before walking away.

Taking your dad’s words to heart, you decided to let it go for the night and just have fun. You made your way out onto the dancefloor, your friends cheering at your arrival.

...

It was finally the end of the night, cake had been eaten and presents had been surveyed as there were too many to open. Most of the guests were beginning to go home but some still lingered out on the cul-de-sac. You stood on the front porch, your heels in your right hand as you waved people goodbye with your left.

“I seemed to have missed most of the festivities.” A familiar voice made you turn around to see your father’s prodigy, Peter Parker, standing behind you. You were pretty good friends with Peter as he had been working with your father for little over three years now. Even still, he seemed to have his moments where he seemed to shut himself off from you and get quiet. He seemed to have his moments and his secrets and so you didn’t really hang out much outside him visiting the tower.

He also wasn’t a social butterfly so even though you had invited him to your party, you didn’t actually expect him to show. Even though it was the end of the night, your spirits still rose seeing him here. “Yeah, you did. My dad got so drunk he serenaded Pepper on the bar.” the two of you laughed. 

You looked out over the seemingly never-ending property, your father had held your party at the summer home. It aided in you feeling like a princess, there was a garden maze on the south side of the home and a long driveway lit by lanterns. You glanced over at Peter and stepped off of the porch, “Would you like to join me on a walk?” He smiled and followed. 

The two of you slowly made your way towards the garden maze on the other side of the property. “You look...” he trailed off while admiring you. You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks and were glad he couldn’t actually see it, “Thank you.” The two of you turned into the garden maze as lightning bugs flew overhead and a cool breeze filled the air. As you walked, you tried to catch and release a few lightning bugs.

The sounds of late summer night hummed in the background as you spotted the small black rectangular box in his hand, “What’s that?” you asked. He looked down at it sheepishly, “It’s just something I got you. I don’t know if you’ll actually like it.” He had thought to buy you something? That was unexpected, but very welcomed. 

Without you saying anything, he slowly opened the small box to reveal another gold necklace. “It’s not 100 percent pure gold like the ones your dad gets you,” it was absolutely gorgeous. It was a small heart pendant attached to a gold chain. “It’s stupid really-” he scratched the back of his neck, looking down at it. “It’s beautiful, Peter.” You whispered in awe. 

“Would you mind? You can take the other one off.” You said turning around. He carefully removed it from the box. He put it over your head and placed the pendant on your collarbone before securing it in the back and you felt a warm sensation in your heart. Suddenly, everything changed. 

It was like your senses had sharpened. You could hear the distant conversation at the front of the property and the chirping of the crickets. You could feel the soft summer breeze across your body and Peter’s soft breath on the back of your neck where goosebumps had started to form. Every time his skin accidentally brushed yours, it felt delicate yet intense all at once. The world seemed to slow as he pulled your hair over the chain after removing the other necklace and turned you to face him. 

You studied his face and your eyes fell upon his brown ones. His hand found yours sending shivers through your body. You lightly squeezed his hand before pulling him closer feeling your knees start to get weak.

Resting your hand on the side of his face, you slowly guided him to the ground. You were close enough to lightly feel the air escaping his nose. He looked down at your lips and was about to lean in when- “Y/N! Come say goodbye to your grandmother!” your father called off from the distance somewhere. 

The two of you fell apart still sitting on the ground the closest you had ever been. You frowned slightly looking away, “I should say goodbye to my nonna. I usually give her a kiss and a hug goodbye.” You licked your lips looking down to avoid eye contact. “She flew in from Italy -- my mom’s side of the family. I don’t get to see her like that.” 

“No, no. I understand.” he mumbled as you both quickly stood. You began dusting off your dress as he helped. You looked up at him again quickly before looking back down again, “Thanks again. It’s beautiful.” You couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eyes again because his gaze suddenly felt so intense, it felt like you’d melt. “You’re welcome.”

“Y/N!” your dad yelled off in the distance again. You gestured towards the balcony of the house where your dad was likely yelling from, “I have to go.” Peter nodded quickly, “I understand.” You admired him and watched as his eyes softly gazed over your features one last time. “Good night, Peter.” you waved quickly, “Good night, Y/N.” You gathered your dress and hurried off towards where your dad and nonna waited for you on the balcony.

That was it.

[sereisstuff]

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝟹

Demon!Taehyung x chubby reader (fem)

summary-The son of Poseidon helps you remove the mark, but Taehyung doesn’t enjoy the mortal emotions he’s beginning to feel.

warnings-slight mentions of drowning!!

(A/N-i feel like this is gonna flop a bit, but other then that thank you all for all the amount of support I've had over the past few weeks of making this story it feels incredible)

I haven’t proof read though cause i’m a lazy shit, so there may be some grammatical mistakes.

!!ENJOY!!

The pale moonlight shone brightly above the pair of you, waves crashing sensually against the sand there jungkook stood in the waters of his home. The substance barely reaching his bruised knees”I’m gonna need you to come in”he gestured for you to step in the odourless liquid.

hesitant you glance back to Taehyung who stepped further away from the sand, he looked worried but unfazed seating himself on a branch with his arms crossed keeping an eye out for any unwanted visitors.

“What will happen”you asked cautiously you weren’t a big fan of water. Every time you looked at it memories of the colourless tides trapping you beneath its strong currents soak back into your brain causing tension between you and the younger man. 

“Don’t worry about it,”

“And, well, I can see my cousin no longer wants my name embedded in your skin so there’s only one way to remove it” jungkook used his abilities to raise the tides to lift you from your spot, it seemed like limbs formed into arms caressing your skin as it effortlessly placed you in front of him.

words couldn't express your shock but actions could, your eyes widened and out of reflex you tried to shove the water failing miserably, grabbing nothing but embarrassment as the male chuckled at your movements”I could see you weren’t gonna make the first move, and my cousin looks awfully impatient back there”jungkook acknowledged Taehyung tilting his head in the direction of the demon.

who tapped his foot impatiently on the ground staring at you both boredly.

“there’s no need to be scared”jungkook suddenly mentioned calming the tides by the palms of his soft hands, he looked at you gently reaching for your wrist.

“I'm not scared” you replied trying to hold your head high, he lifted a brow in judgement lifting the tide slightly and watched as your heart pounded in fear. something they forgot to mention was their ability to feel the emotions of those who are dawned with their mark.

“yeah, sure”jungkook scoffed puncturing the walls of his cheek with his tongue, he was getting annoyed but continued to remind himself that you were a mortal compared to him a Demigod who has lived in the waters with these abilities his entire life, growing one with the supernatural beings.

It wasn’t anything new for him, but for you It would be like training a baby to walk the path of gods.

“are you underestimating me, water boy”you paused to look at the young man with a threatening glare it was bad enough you have a history with the tides, maybe punching the god of the seas son in the face will be a warning for him to never mess with you again.

he rolled his eyes snatching your wrist tired of your restless banter”this is gonna hurt” he muttered under his breath, tone laced heavily in stress Inducing himself under the Influence of the water, In order for the ritual to be done jungkook would have to be under the control of his father, who by the way wouldn’t be pleased.

“Jungkook” you grabbed his shoulders feeling the waves repeatedly crash against the front of your shins staring at the son of Poseidon who had his eyes closed forcefully clenching the insides of his palms, conjuring everything he could in order for his pleads to be heard.

maybe he should have explained to you what was about to happen.

you held tightly against his shoulders feeling an immense amount of weight fill your lungs, suffocating the air out of you, the transparent wind was no longer filling your insides but what felt like water was. Jungkook winced when the colourless substance began to rise further and further until you both were forced under the ocean.

your desperate need for air was shoved into the currents only to be seen by the passing by fish.

you scrambled for anything to reach for wishing nothing more than death to ease the pain, but jungkook needed a few more seconds under water in order for that very mark to no longer co-exist on your wrist.

grabbing your worn out body as you could only stare at him breathlessly watching the way his brown hair floated so elegantly with the tides form a sort of entertainment any type of thing to rest your mind on was good enough, better than focusing on the explosion of your lungs.

“one more second”you heard him say as you could only welcome the depths of the never ending darkness with welcome arms, but no longer then a second the ocean settled retreating back to its place letting you drop into Jungkook’s arms, he panicked as your distressed state began to make an appearance.

placing you on the ocean floor to help you regain life.

“ow” you muttered tiredly with your eyes closed feeling pressure on top of your chest, a burning desire to spew out any sort of salty compulsion filling your lungs, and out came the dead sea falling from your mouth in trails of your cries.

“and that’s how you remove a mark” jungkook huffed as he helped you up. feeling nothing but rejuvenated from the help of his father, he admitted that it was risky to do this but surprisingly you lasted under the water for longer then expected which wasn’t normal. this is only the second time he’s performed this type of thing the first time wasn’t a pleasant experience.

you noticed Taehyung straying further from the sand as if the sight burned his insides, crossing his arms still holding that bland look “it’s done” jungkook helped you walk up the path to where Taehyung had hid himself, he looked at you worrying over your constant shivering.

your lips had turned purple and he felt......guilty.

jungkook eyed the pair in curiosity, slowly letting you go from his grasp to give you back to his cousin”holy shit it’s cold”you whispered weakly, then developing yourself in your arms. blowing hot air into your hands praying it would do something to help.

Taehyung groaned watching you pathetically warm yourself up”thanks”jungkook shrugged gifting Taehyung with his bunny smile, wanting to hand you a blanket or so out of respect or just do something because after all it was his fault you were like this.

“you can go now” the young demon shooed away the boy back to his home “is she gonna be alright??” jungkook asked one last time before he retreats back to the water slowly, Taehyung watched you weakly hold yourself up, wrapping an arm around you waist in support.

you jumped up at the sudden touch tilting your head up to look at him growing confused when he didn’t acknowledge his actions towards you “she will be fine, she’s no child” Taehyung raised a brow.

“I understand that, but she will get sick unless something warms her up-” Jungkook tried breaking his cousins walls to get through to his dark mind but only earned a displease look ”i’ll go now, goodbye y/n” jungkook ruffled your hair making you feel like a child, but not having enough willpower to throw your arms around his neck and do the same.

jungkook left back to the tides where he dispersed into the water.

“oh Hades, you look pathetic” Taehyung snapped at you sucking in a stressed out breath between his teeth he was contemplating a lot right now”i’m not pathetic” you replied on the brink of fainting no longer feeling warmth surrounding your body. nudging off Taehyung's hand.

pathetic who’s he calling pathetic??

“your gonna die if you don’t get any warmth around you” Taehyung called following behind you as you weakly pushed yourself down a trail back to your home”w-well do you have any other i-idea, pretty boy”you growled.

“actually, I do” you felt an arm wrapped around your shoulder, turning you to face Taehyung who had a smug look on his face. he snaked his arms around your back and shoulders pressing your face against his toned chest.....he was hugging you.

he leaned his head on your shoulder fanning your neck in the warmth of his breath. you hate to admit but this felt really good, leaning more into his touch still shivering but no longer feeling the cold nip at your wet body”i’m g-gonna wet y-you”you suggested too late into the hug.

“it’s okay, you can buy me another shirt later”

“even with your poor choice of clothes”he joked to lighten the mood, you were slowly getting used to his way of humour smiling lightly at his joke”just cause your father’s Satan doesn’t mean you get to n-nit pick at my clothes” you snapped back keeping your cheek placed closely to his chest.

“correction, its Hades. I’m offended, darling” Taehyung sassed back in the most obscure tone in history, your limbs grew weak and tired, hanging tightly to his body, the ritual took a toll on your body and you felt nothing but weak.

“we should get you home” you didn’t reply, feeling comfortable in his embrace as you began to drift off to sleep.

nothing was occurring in your mind when Taehyung leaped through time to your home, specifically your bedroom.

He released you of his hold, scoffing when your lifeless body ignored his loss of touch tightening your hold around his waist as you slept like a child”so much for hating me” he chuckled pulling you to the comforts of your bed, he pulled the blankets back glancing at your sleepy self.

He gently tossed a strand of hair from your chubby cheeks, holding back a smile.

How can a mortal be so...cute

He shoved you back a bit too harsh as he realised what he had done or so had thought, quickly tucking you into bed. He warmed the sheets before hand watching you snuggle into your pillow with a satisfied groan.

He regretted shoving you back, watching the light ink your body in comfort the moonlight caressing your skin, he eyed every inch of your figure stepping back into the darkness where he returned to his kingdom to rid him of his mortal feelings.

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