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WORD COUNT: 1,373 

FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF with the lightest most PG mention of sex

Originally posted by bangtoori

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You frowned at the sight of the Quileutes at your family’s gradation party. You weren’t sure why they showed up in the first place. Last you heard Bella wasn’t on the best of terms with Jacob after she clocked him in the face.

Yet there she was, chatting away with Jacob and his friends. She didn’t seem too happy to see them, then again you never knew with Bella. She didn’t show much emotion on her face. Either way, I should go check on her or Edward will throw a hissy fit.

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Broken - Part 2

2,500 Followers Oneshot

Summary: Jensen and the reader had an amazing night…until the condom broke. Not happy with the way things went down, Jensen surprises the reader when he shows up at her house.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,597

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“The shit I get myself into.” Jensen grumbles to himself, absentmindedly grabbing the brim of his hat and spinning it around.

Tired and annoyed, Jensen’s at a standstill in the ice cream isle at Whole Foods. His greenish hazel eyes have been darting back and forth, trying to decide which brand of ice cream would be best for breakfast.

Inwardly groaning, the actor snaps his eyes shut realizing just how ridiculous that sounds. A fact like that should maybe deter him from pursuing a girl like you. Something perceived as cute and quirky could easily be a red flag in disguise. With his luck, you probably entertain some sick habit like collecting human teeth in the back of your closet.

Jensen’s ridiculous train of thought is interrupted by a text from Gen, thankfully she’s an early riser. He breathes a sigh of relief once your address is in his hands. It’s quickly chased away when a shit ton of nerves overtake him.

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Essays in Existentialism: Rivals

Clarke and Lexa are rival cheerleading captains with a little too much sexual tension. They both stay in the same hotel with their teams for a competition.

“I want absolutely no fraternization,” the coach said as he placed his hands on his hips and moved up and down the sidewalk in front of the hotel. “There will be no pranking, no fighting, no yelling, no touching, no post cards, no letters, no hugging, no anything, with the opposing team. Am I understood?”

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Take a Chance

The gifset of Dean giving himself that little pep talk from 7x04 inspired me to write this. Dean x Reader, Dean’s POV. Hope you like :)

For fuck’s sake, Dean, you’ve done this a thousand times. You can charm a woman without even breaking a sweat. Why are you so damn nervous?

Because, dumbass, it’s Y/N. This time it’s not some random bar chick that I’ll probably never lay eyes on again. And I don’t want to mess things up. I don’t want to do something that’ll make everything all awkward.

I just want… I just want to be with her. Whatever that means. And I don’t even know how to say that without making things all fucking weird.

Just tell her the truth. Well, the surface truth. Say you’re bored. Take a chance.

She doesn’t need to know you hate being in a separate room from her, that you miss being around her. That you feel not all there when she’s not around, like a piece is missing. That you’re dying to touch her. Like really touch her.

Okay. Here’s her door. Just heard a noise, so you know she’s awake. So knock already.

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1. Iwatobi Swim Club Appreciation Party
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Asahi: There! Alright, gonna swim to our heart’s content again today!

Makoto: Asahi, you really are spirited. Aren’t you tired from the time trial yesterday?

Asahi: What are you talking about!? I was so excited since yesterday I couldn’t contain myself the whole night at home, it was awful! Like Sis was totally yelling at me for being loud and stuff.

Ikuya: You’re such a muscle-brain.

Asahi: What the hell!? Didn’t you also say “I’ll definitely swim faster!” yesterday!?

Ikua: …! I did say that, but…

Asahi: And anyway, you’re good at long distance swimming, right? Isn’t it a little too soon for you to be exhausted?

Ikuya: They are different things.

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chemistry of an alpha - Derek Hale one shot *smut*

Originally posted by teamsciles

Summary: You didn’t avoid Derek Hale because you wanted to. But what else can you do when you’re falling for your Alpha? 

Pairing: Derek Hale x reader

Rating: Mature for heavy swearing, graphic sexual content 


“Ahem.”

You looked up from your Chemistry homework as you heard a cough behind you. Derek Hale was leaning against your doorway with his head cocked to the side, staring at you thoughtfully. You rolled your eyes and resumed your schoolwork, already knowing why he was here. 

“Go away,” you mumbled. 

“No, I’m good right here,” he announced. You ignored him.

A few beats of silence passed.

“[y/n],” he pressed. You gave him nothing, absentmindedly scanning your notes.

Suddenly, you felt yourself being jerked backwards and around, coming face to face with your intruder.

“What the hell?” you rebuked.

“That’s better,” Derek chimed. “Now, tell me what’s wrong.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you deadpanned, somewhat surprised you could still deflect his questions, given his persistence. Then again, you were always good at avoiding things, a skill useful for dodging the rest of the pack’s investigation. You didn’t back down when Scott offered to give you a ride home just as an excuse to prod you, when Isaac cornered you at your locker with his sad puppy eyes, or even when Allison tried to literally hug information out of you. 

You crossed your arms over your chest and stared stonily at Derek, unimpressed by his interrogation tactics.

You couldn’t even process the next few seconds as he swiftly grabbed the arm of your swivel chair and abruptly pulled you towards him, backtracking to your bed. He sat down so you were eye-level. 

Your eyebrows nearly disappeared into your hairline.  

“Let’s try that again,” Derek enunciated slowly. You crinkled your nose at him because what the fuck is his problem?

“What the fuck is your problem?” 

“What the fuck is your problem?” Derek scoffed. “Even without the pack telling me you’ve been weird and distant lately, it’s obvious you’re not yourself.” 

You cursed inwardly. The pack had ratted you out. You shouldn’t be surprised since everyone basically flocked to Mommy Derek at the first sign of trouble. They were cute that way. 

“Still,” you huffed, shifting uncomfortably in your seat under Derek’s scrutiny. “You didn’t have to manhandle me–”

“Just tell me what’s up,” Derek continued nonchalantly, glossing over your complaint. “Your heart’s beating really fast and you’ve reeked of anxiety for days. If there’s a problem, you’re supposed to tell me. I’m your Alpha.” 

Goosebumps rose along your spine at his words. I’m your Alpha. The phrase echoed in your mind. It manifested in images of Derek whispering it in your ear while he fingered you from behind, rasping it out while he held your head down to fuck your mouth. You closed your eyes, frustrated by how much Derek’s authority affected you. Fucking Alpha. 

“Excuse me?” 

Your eyes shot open. You hadn’t meant to say that out loud. 

“No! I–that wasn’t, um…” you stuttered, fumbling for ways to reverse this conversation, reverse time itself. But there was nothing you could do. Your mind went blank, not granting your mouth any usable intelligence. You felt pressure in your brain, like a blood clot that would explode if you didn’t say something soon. 

In a surge of word vomit, you hurriedly blurted out, “IthinkI’minlovewithyou.” 

And that’s when things came to a screeching halt. So much for deflection. Smooth move, genius. 

Derek looked baffled as his shoulders elevated in tension, eyes the size of saucers. 

“You’re… what?” Derek brows furrowed, seemingly searching your face for any cues that you were joking or high. 

If only. Fuck it, nothing you say at this point could make this any worse. 

“I think I’m in love with you,” you enunciated carefully. “Or–it could be something else. I don’t know. I’ve never felt this way before and it’s really freaking me out. I didn’t know what to do, so I just avoided you. And the pack. And just all of it, in general,” you rambled, wringing your hands together. 

In response, Derek’s mouth parted slightly, his two front teeth peeking out like he was about to say something, but retreated again.

And then emerged the quintessential Derek frown. He was so adorable when he was mad, even when you were the reason.  

“Look, [y/n],” Derek coughed, continuing sternly. “You don’t have to… explain. It’s okay to be confused. I’m not–I’m not mad at you.”

It was comforting that he was also stuttering over his words. Meanwhile, you tried not to swoon at how young and boyish he sounded when he was frazzled. But why wasn’t he more freaked out. He should’ve at least been a little angry. It usually took less than this to set him off. 

“You should be mad!” you assured. “Get mad. I totally deserve it. For avoiding you, then lying about it. And for… being in love with you? Because I know what you’re thinking, these teenagers and their hormones,” you said gruffly, wincing as you accidentally did a poor impression of Derek. He raised his palm up incredulously, communicating that yes, you should indeed be embarrassed.

This was getting out of hand. You were all over the place and the more you tried to clarify, the more agitated Derek seemed to become. 

“This is ridiculous. I don’t know what I’m saying. I’m too young for you and I need to stop kidding myself. I know that… I know,” your voice strained. You weren’t sure what burned more, your cheeks or the stinging behind your eyes. 

The truth is, you did have feelings for Derek. And it was rather terrifying. 

Because it would be obvious to anyone that Derek Hale was the perfect human specimen, with his tall, burly frame and Greek God jawline, armored in leather jackets and boots. That was your first impression when you met him. You, on the other hand, must have looked disastrous.

Before the pack and Derek, you were in a foster care system that left you abused and broken. When you decided to run away, you had no prospects or money. It was Derek that had found you, lost and dying in the woods. All you saw were sharp teeth and red eyes before you blacked out. 

When you’d woken up, you were warm and safe. He had given you the bite, but also so much more. He had taken you under his wing and polished you off, given you guidance and shelter. It took a while to trust him, but when you did, he promised to turn you from a scared runaway into a warrior. And he delivered. 

He introduced you to the pack, the family you never had. He taught you how to defend yourself, showing you strength you only dreamed about. But he also told you to use the bite to help other people, that power didn’t have to be destructive.

When you were human, you cowered away from people, fading into the background. You couldn’t trust anyone, couldn’t even trust yourself. But with Derek’s help, you learned to fight, speak your mind, and trust your instincts.

And therein lies the problem. Every time you were around Derek, every instinct in your body told you to jump his bones. You physically ached for him, your body buzzing with anxiety whenever you tried to stifle your need. 

It wasn’t even just the physical stuff. Underneath his tough exterior, Derek had a heart of gold. You’d seen enough cruelty to know that Derek was the opposite. He was the most generous person you’d ever known, sharing his home with a bunch of misfit teenagers, nursing lost puppies back to health. 

Even though Derek had rescued you, he’d never indicated that he was remotely attracted to you. He just regarded you as another annoying Beta through lectures and demands. Every once in a while, if you reached a new milestone, socially or physically, he would pull you into an awkward hug or stiffly pat your head while you tried to cough away your laughter.

It was obvious he would never return your feelings, so you spent an embarrassingly large portion of day figuring out ways to avoid Derek, which led to avoiding the pack because they were always together. But attendance was required at pack meetings, so you sat as far away from everyone as possible and looked down the whole time, only speaking when directly addressed. 

Everyone was bound to notice your strange behavior eventually. You just didn’t expect Derek to confront you about it directly, assuming he wasn’t into pack drama. 

Once again, you’d underestimated his capacity to care. 

And judging from the way he was clenching his fists and gazing a hole into his jeans, apparently he’d underestimated your capacity to complicate his life. 

The last thing you wanted to was to make things harder for Derek, but this confrontation resulted in exactly that.

“Look, let’s just pretend this didn’t happen, alright? Everyone has psychotic episodes sometimes,” you laughed nervously. “I won’t avoid you anymore–unless you want me too. I’ll leave you alone. Or, should I move out? Yeah, I’m going to move out. I’ll just go now, sorry.” 

Without even looking at Derek, you rushed to your door, wiping the dew that had gathered at the corner of your eyes. You reached for your doorknob, but staggered backwards as you felt a hand close over your wrist. You yelped and closed your eyes as you gracelessly collided into something solid.

Your arms tucked into your chest, instinctively protecting you from the impact. You opened your eyes when you felt a breath fan over your forehead, and realized that Derek had you cradled against his chest with an arm locked around your back.  

“Derek, what–” 

“You’re not going anywhere,” he grunted as he slammed his lips to yours. 

Your went catatonic with shock, body rigid in Derek’s arms. 

You were in Derek’s arms. Derek Hale’s arms in that blue Henley shirt that felt so soft and warm against you and his mouth, full and moist, pressing against yours–

You were broken out of your trance when you felt Derek’s wet tongue graze your chapped bottom lip. Oh. 

You unfolded your arms and threw them around his neck, lunging forward to finally comply with his movements. Your tongue snaked out to meet his, eagerly applying pressure and then retreating again, battling then teasing. Derek signaled that your efforts were fruitful as he growled into the your mouth, the sound traveling from the back of his throat to your core. 

It was all dueling tongues and gnashing teeth. Of course this is how Derek would kiss, intense and ardent, almost clinical in the way he switched between squeezing your hip and biting your lip. 

And then oxygen was becoming an issue. Your body felt warm, too warm. Too much was happening too fast. You placed your palms against Derek’s chest, using all your strength to shove him away. 

He faltered backwards, a look of astonishment twisting his features. 

“What the hell?” he asked. He glared at you, but you could only focus on his chest as it heaved up and down, trying to calm your own breathing. 

“Are we doing this?” you asked, voice wavering with emotion. “Because you’re still my Alpha. And I’m still a teenager.”

“You’re 18,” Derek deadpanned.

“I’m still in high school!” Derek’s gaze softened as you raised your voice. 

You just couldn’t just rush into this. This was too important. You needed to know Derek’s intentions, because you didn’t just want a hurried groping session, a one night stand. You wanted all of it, all of him. Anything less would just cheapen your feelings. 

For once, you actually believed that you deserved better than a guy just using you and throwing you away. And this is what Derek taught you, to stand up for yourself. It’s not that you believed Derek would take advantage of you; you just needed some confirmation that this was real. 

“I know that,” Derek approached you again. You promptly straightened out your back, trying to hold your ground. 

But your voice betrayed you, folding under the weight of your next question, “Then, why did you kiss me?” 

“Because I don’t care anymore. I can’t keep pretending there’s nothing here,” he confessed, reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, delicately caressing your forehead in his path. You leaned into his palm. 

“Oh… wait, then, what are you saying?”

Derek exhaled.

“I mean… I don’t know. It wasn’t always like this. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I always knew you were strong, I knew it the moment I found you. Then one day, something changed. You changed. You weren’t that same girl anymore. All of a sudden, you became this intelligent, self-possessed, beautiful young woman. And I couldn’t just keep patting your head and pretending things were still normal between us.”

You bit your lip and looked down. 

“So, it’s not just me, then? You felt it too?” you asked shyly, too afraid to look at him. 

Derek nudged your chin upwards with his knuckle, using his thumb to stroke your jaw. 

“Definitely.” He granted you a small smirk, his eyes twinkling. 

That was all the confirmation you needed as you charged forward to press your lips against his and snaked your arms around his waist, pulling him flush against you. Derek responded immediately by fisting your hair and cupping your jaw, enveloping you into his warm embrace. 

You felt around for the hem of his shirt, lifting the edge of the material. Derek pulled away as you raised it over his head and threw it aside. You panted while you took him in, admiring the smattering of dark chest hair that decorated the hard planes of his chest. The rest of him was smooth, aside from a treasure trail that disappeared behind his jeans.

In a surge of confidence, you decided you wanted him to see you too. You stepped back and lifted your tank top over your head, leaving you only in a red bra. 

You heard Derek inhale a sharp breath. You were slightly disappointed when he maintained eye contact with you, the veins in his neck straining against his skin, like he was still trying to be respectful. 

You walked towards him and grabbed his wrist, guiding his palm between the valley of your breasts. You eyelids fluttered shut as Derek’s hand slowly drifted down your torso, fingertips grazing the sensitive skin just below your belly button. 

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” you admitted airily. “I finally have you.” 

“God, you’re so beautiful.” Derek’s said, voice gruff with earnestness. No one had every spoken to you this way. 

You felt your chest flush as you scoffed, whispering, “Not as beautiful as you.” 

When you opened your eyes, Derek was looking at you somberly. He reached forward and brushed your hair away from your face and kissed you tenderly, much softer than before. You were pliant against him, curving and arching into him every time he moved. Your hands found his hips, squeezing the defined flesh before you started to unbuckle his belt. 

You palmed Derek over his boxers, his hips bucking involuntarily into your hand as he groaned into your mouth. Pulling away, you trailed your mouth over his jaw and neck, sponging open mouthed kisses down his chest and abdomen until you were on your knees, eye-level with his erection. 

“[y/n], you don’t have to,” Derek protested. He palmed your jaw upwards to look at you. You grinned up at him. 

“I know,” you said, slowly stroking him. “I’ve just always wanted to know what it’s like to suck off Derek Hale.” 

You gave no warning before you took the head of his shaft fully into your mouth. You watched Derek throw his head back and hiss. 

“Fuck, [y/n],” Derek cursed. He reached down and placed a comforting hand on the back of your head, his fingers combing through your hair. 

Any sort of encouragement was highly appreciated at this point, because even looking at Derek’s cock was intimidating. You weren’t exactly surprised by his considerable size, especially since his bulge always gave him away. But nothing you’d imagined could’ve prepared you for the real thing.

Noticing the prominent vein underneath his shaft, you lifted his cock vertically. You satisfied your urge to kiss him along the feature, trailing your mouth up to his tip. 

“What are you doing? Are you… fuck, that’s so hot,” Derek complimented, his tone gravelly. You smirked, looking up at him through your lashes. 

“You’re too pretty not to kiss,” you teased, but it was completely true. You licked a stripe up his shaft. Taking a deep breath, you stretched your mouth open as far as you could, taking in all of him. Or really, as much as possible, which was about half. You pumped the remaining portion, palm twisting up and down. 

“Oh my god, [y/n], where the fuck did you learn to do that?” 

You giggled. “What, this?” 

Gripping Derek’s thighs to anchor you forward, you bobbed your head back and forth, sucking him off while you continued to stroke him.

Derek’s responded with a fist tangling in your hair, guiding your head against him. 

It was turning you on so much that you were affecting Derek that you slipped a hand into your shorts, rubbing yourself over your underwear.

You reminded yourself to breathe through your nose while Derek filled you. Derek Hale was inside of you and nothing else could ever be this important. 

You couldn’t help but moan against Derek’s cock as you pleasured yourself, using your other hand to fondle his balls. Profanities tumbled incoherently from his lips as your moans vibrated against him.

You stopped suddenly when you felt him tug your hair backwards. Derek fell out of your mouth with a little pop! as you pulled away. Derek grasped your shoulders and pulled you up to stand. 

“If you keep doing that, I’m not gonna be able to hold back,” Derek warned, pressing his forehead against yours. He affectionately stroked your cheek with him thumb. 

You felt giddy, beaming with delight and a twinge of pride. 

“Who says I want you to hold back?” 

You could’ve sworn you saw Derek’s eyes flash red. 

“Trust me, sweetheart. I could make you regret those words.” Derek’s voice was rough and scratchy, the tone sending shivers up your spine. 

“You sure about that? Let’s find out,” you challenged, the thought of Derek dominating you jolting your senses. 

Derek softly chuckled. “Let’s save that for next time.” 

Next time. Derek wanted a next time. 

“Right now, I want you to undress.” 

Your mouth went dry at his command. There was that authority you loved so much. 

Hooking your thumbs into your waistband, you bent over and slid the material down your legs, stepping out of them. You were now clad only in a pair of black panties and a red bra. You passively regretted your choice to forego matching underwear. 

But Derek didn’t seem to mind as he blatantly stared at your legs, giving you a once over. He walked towards you, staring directly into your eyes. 

You whimpered when Derek’s thumb pressed to your bottom lip, folding the flesh under, the gesture prompting you to part your mouth. 

“So beautiful,” he whispered. He leaned forward to kiss you, slowly and softly. This was a sharp contrast to the way he suddenly swooped down, still attached to your mouth. You yelped at his sudden movements, arms wrapping intuitively around his neck. He grabbed the back of your thighs to lift you up into his arms. 

He held you to him as he started walking, an arm locked around your waist, the other grasping your neck to keep you in place. You were ridiculously turned on that he could carry you so effortlessly. 

Derek descended and you felt your knees touch the mattress. He sat down with you in his lap. You continued exploring his mouth, your hands trailing his back. You scorched his shoulder blades with scratches you knew would heal seconds later. 

Your actions elicited a grunt from Derek, who was also engrossed with your back. You felt the rough pads of his calloused fingertips knead forcefully, his aggression causing you to arch away in bliss. With a tweak of his fingers, you felt him undo your bra. 

You broke away, observing Derek while you nervously slid your bra straps down your arms, your hands shaking. Derek’s tongue flicked out against his lips as he admired you, his immediate reaction easing your worries. He wasted no time, littering kisses down your chest, palming your breasts. You threw your head back and moaned.

“You’re so perfect, sweetheart,” Derek rasped as he nuzzled your neck. You felt over-stimulated with Derek rubbing you and kissing you simultaneously. Needing to relieve tension, you involuntarily started grinding on Derek’s lap, pressing your panty-covered sex over Derek’s thick erection. 

You moved together, Derek guiding you back and forth with his hands on your ass and lips on your collarbone. You clung to his broad shoulders for support. 

When Derek suddenly bit down on the juncture between your neck and shoulder, you gasped in pain and surprise. You were already healing. The gesture actually felt intimate and romantic instead of violent, a throwback to the first bite Derek ever gave you. Even now, when you were tangled in his limbs, he seemed afraid that you would slip away. 

“Mine,” he whispered into your neck.

He was trying to mark you. 

“All yours, always been,” you promised. 

You burrowed your face into his neck, returning his affection by lapping at his skin, not feeling brave enough to bite your Alpha. 

“Please, Derek,” you pleaded, trying to communicate your desire. 

“Shh,” he murmured. “Don’t worry, I got you.” 

Giving your ass one final squeeze, he slid his fingers into your underwear, spreading your wetness along your slit. In response, you dug your fingernails into his shoulders as you desperately rode his hand, your desire becoming frantic. 

Suddenly, he pulled his hand away. You whimpered at the loss of contact, but then cried out when Derek slipped your panties to the side and entered you in one swift motion. 

“Fuck!” you exclaimed as Derek filled you to the hilt. After letting you adjust, he moved slowly, holding onto your hips as he glided in and out. You felt his cock stretch your walls, clenching your thighs every time his tip grazed your g-spot. Derek was everywhere, around you and inside you. 

His hands were restless, alternating between gripping your hips and tugging at your hair. His teeth grazing against your nipple left you a squirming mess above him. You cradled his face and leaned forward to kiss him. Arching your back, you gave your hips leeway to meet Derek’s movements. 

“That’s it, baby. Ride me,” Derek urged.     

His command rang in your ears. It thrilled you that Derek was giving you control.

You braced some of your weight on your knees, ascending from Derek’s lap. Using his shoulder’s for leverage, you raised yourself just until you reached his tip, then slammed your hips back down. You picked up your pace, trying to match Derek’s earlier momentum.

“Is this how you want me?”

Derek growled his approval.

His encouragement made you feel sexy and wanted even in your fervid state. You could hear the distinct slap of your ass against Derek’s thighs reverberate through the expanse of your bedroom. The assault from Derek’s mouth left your chest decorated with red bruises. Your breasts bounced in rhythm with your exertions.

One of Derek’s hands gripped the flesh of your ass. The other reached behind you to clamp down on your shoulder, helping you descend down his enlarged shaft.

“Are you close to coming?” he asked. He reasoned with you so calmly that you were actually embarrassed by just how close you were. You felt a knot tighten just below your stomach and you knew you would burst soon.

You couldn’t even formulate an coherent response, resorting to just emphatically nodding your head.

He relinquished his hold, reaching down to rub your clit. His rough fingertips fervently moved against your sensitive nub, the stimulation breaking your rhythm. Derek took over again as he wrapped an arm around your waist to hold up your thrashing form as he pounded into you.

“Derek… Derek!”

You cried out as your walls contracted, your eyes screwing shut as you reached your orgasm. A few erratic pumps later, Derek was joining you at your peak. You climaxed together, him groaning into your chest while you hung on to his shoulders. 

Your body shook as you came down from your high, your head hung low on Derek’s shoulder. Your body felt so numb, you couldn’t even figure out where you ended and he began. Your sweat, breath, even skin seemed to melt together. Derek rocked you back and forth in his lap, combing his fingers through your hair and cooing mantras of “shhh” and “I’m here, baby” into your ear.

Derek did what he always does–he took care of you.

“So,” you mumbled, finally breaking the silence. “That just happened.”

Derek snorted. 

“Hey, [y/n]?” 

“Hmm?” 

You sat up to look at Derek. 

“I’m in love with you, too.” 

You merely blinked at Derek’s admission, completely caught off guard. Were you still delirious from your orgasm or did Derek Hale just say he loves you? 

What?” 

“You heard me,” Derek quipped, avoiding your gaze, opting instead to fiddle with a strand of your hair.

“But… you know you don’t have to say that, right?” you nudged his face to look at you. “I know we just had sex, but I didn’t put out to force you into saying ‘I love you’ back. Like I said, I don’t even know for sure if I love you–”

“That’s fine,” Derek interrupted you, cracking a smile. “Really, it’s okay. I still love you. And you can say it back when you’re ready. I can wait for that.”

“Really?” you asked shyly. 

“Of course,” he rolled your eyes, his attitude evoking a giggle from you. 

“Aww, what a sweet Alpha,” you playfully taunted as you ruffled his hair. 

Derek immediately stiffened, his hand lashing to grab your wrist mid-ruffle. 

“You know what? I take it back,” Derek heckled, smirking. “I don’t love you.” 

Your jaw dropped at his quip. You were sitting in Derek Hale’s lap, naked, while he made flirty banter. You faced murderous supernatural creatures on a daily basis and this was the most bizarre moment of your life.    

“Is that so?” You squinted your eyes at him. “Well then, I’ll just have to find myself new man. Actually, I think Scott just came home, and since he’s the true Alpha–”

Derek suddenly grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you forward, pressing his lips to yours in an impassioned kiss. You smiled against his mouth, slightly entertained by his possessive nature. Even though your favorite werewolf couldn’t take a joke, you wouldn’t change a thing. 

Derek Hale was finally yours.  

Girlfriend- Tom Holland One Shot

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Prompt: You and Tom are keeping your relationship a secret. You want to go public, but Tom insists on keeping it from the media… or at least from his female friends.

Word Count: 1200

A/N: Inspired by “Title” by Meghan Trainor

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“Okay, Tom, this was one of the most requested questions for me to ask you, so I feel obliged to ask, and you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” The interviewer said and Tom nodded in confirmation, “There have been several photos of you floating around with a beautiful young lady. Your fans would like to know who she is.”

“No comment?” Tom asked jokingly. “No, she’s Y/N. She’s a friend of mine from Brit school.”

“Just a friend? There’s nothing more?” The interviewer clarified.

“She’s just a friend.” He replied with a laugh.

“Well, now that that’s cleared up. Thank you for your time. It was a pleasure.” They said and the camera stopped rolling. Tom shook their hand, then hurried off to his dressing room. He quietly opened the door and found you laying on the couch, so distracted by your book that you didn’t notice his presence. Like the silly child he is, Tom jumped on top of you on the couch.

“Ugh, Tom, you’re too heavy.” You groaned.

“Sorry, love. It was the perfect opportunity- I couldn’t resist.” He smiled at you as he adjusted himself so he was supporting himself on his elbows.

“You’re such a child.” You laughed.

“But you love me anyway.”

“Yes, yes I do.” You nodded and he leaned down to kiss you. He pulled away and he got off you so you could sit up right. “How was the interview?”

“They asked about you.”

“And?” You inquired, hopefully.

“I told them we were just friends.” He replied and you looked away.

“Oh.”

“I know you want us to be public, but I’m just trying to protect you.” Tom said.

“I understand.” You answered with a short nod.

“Jacob invited us to his place later for a barbecue. Do you want to do it?” He asked, switching topics with ease.

“Sure,” Your reply was said with little interest. Tom was hiding your relationship from the public eye, but he was persistent about the two of you going out to do certain things, including you attending his premieres with Harrison and you traveling with him over the world.

~~~

“Tom! Harrison!” Jacob smiled, greeting his two friends at his front door. He looked at you curiously and then back at Tom, “And who is this lovely lady?”

“This is my girlfriend, Y/N.” Tom said, wrapping an arm around your waist and kissing your cheek gently.

“Be ready for a very lovey dovey Tom.” Harrison told Jacob, making both boys laugh.

“C’mon, everyone’s in the back.” Jacob nodded backwards and he lead you all back there. By the time you reached the backdoor, Tom had dropped his arm and, instead, held your hand in his.

“Look who finally decided to show up.” Zendaya teased. As she went in to hug Tom, he dropped your hand. You stayed silent, feeling a sense of awkwardness wash over you. She then hugged Harrison, but Tom never once reached for your hand again.

“Tom, are you going to introduce us?” She asked, referring to you.

“Oh, yeah.” He laughed, “Z, this is my friend, Y/N. Y/N, this is Zendaya.”

“Nice to meet you.” You said, outstretching your hand for a handshake. She waved off your hand and gave you a friendly hug instead.

The rest of the night, you remained reserved, mainly sticking to Harrison, for he was less popular at the party than Tom. Tom seemed to switch on and off between introducing you as his girlfriend and his friend all night, if he even did introduce you.

When you returned to the hotel room with Tom, you had barely spoken a word to him. He finally clued in and asked, “What’s wrong, love?”

“Nothing.” You replied.

“I know something’s bothering you. What is it?” He sat down beside you on the couch. He reached for your hand, but you pulled it away.

“I can’t.” You said, “I can’t do this. I can’t be your secret anymore, Tom. I can’t be your girlfriend to all your guy friends, but not to all of your girl friends.”


“Y/N, I thought we agreed-”

“No, Tom.” You stood up from the couch, shaking your head, “It wasn’t we, it was you. When I said I wanted to be your girlfriend, I was committing to everything, including the media’s criticism. I handled being seen as your friend in public for three months, but I just can’t live like this anymore. Either give me the title of your girlfriend all the time, or I’m done here.” You stopped and he looked at you speechless. You could tell he was trying to think of a reasonable response. After a moment of silence, you sighed, “Well, I’ll go see about getting myself another room.” Your head was tucked down as you left the room and headed towards the lobby, leaving Tom to hurt alone.

~~~

The next day, you woke up with a headache. You had cried until you fell asleep and, even now, you could still feel the sting. You checked your phone to find that you had thousands of notifications from your social media sites, all saying people posted a photo of you or requested to follow you.

Timidly, you went onto Instagram and the top post was one from Tom. It was a selfie of the two of you from when you walked Tessa a month ago. You’d seen it a million times- it was Tom’s home screen on his phone and he argues that it’s his favorite picture in the world. You read his comment on it: ‘I’m the luckiest man in the world to call the most beautiful girl in the world my girlfriend. Love you, darling’. You smiled in disbelief and then checked when it was posted. When your eyes read it saying 10 hours ago, you jumped up. 10 hours ago was when you left him and 10 hours ago is when he called you his, publicly.

You rushed to your door, needing to immediately talk to Tom. You didn’t need to go far- as soon as you opened the door, you felt something fall at your feet.

“Oh, Y/N!” Tom said, clambering up from falling over.

“Tom, I’m so sorry. I just thought-”

“I understand now and I should have realized it earlier. I never thought that keeping this a secret would be hard on you. I’m sorry and I really do love you.”

“I love you too.” You replied, “Wait, were you sleeping at my door?”

“Yeah, I just didn’t want you to actually leave, so I thought I could stop you by sleeping there.”

“You’re adorable.” You smiled.

“I’m also starving. Would you, my girlfriend, like to go to breakfast?” He asked, putting special emphasis on the word girlfriend.

“I’d love to.”

~~~

Once you were both ready, you headed out of the hotel to go to a local cafe. Tom proudly had his hand in yours the entire walk down there and while you two ordered. Some fans spotted the two of you as you both ate your breakfast at a corner table, smiling at and talking to each other. When you got ready to leave, Tom looked at the door and sighed.

“What is it?” You asked turning towards the door. You also let out a sigh at the sight.

“Just don’t listen to them, don’t talk to them, and don’t stop.” Tom told you as he eyed the paparazzi. He brought your hand up to his lips and kissed it gently, “Stay close to me. We’ve got this.”

~~~

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Taken [Chapter 10]

Mafia!AU

Pairing: Suho x Reader

Warnings: Language; may have triggering situations including sexual situations, abuse, violence, etc.

Summary: You were just a normal girl. You were just trying to get by. Until a rather unfortunate relationship brought you to the hands of Suho, the leader of the greatest mafia in the country.


PrologueChapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 5Chapter 6Chapter 7Chapter 8Chapter 9Chapter 10
Chapter 11Chapter 12Chapter 13Chapter 14Chapter 15
Chapter 16



The first time he came, he already caught your attention.

He was incredibly handsome, so it wasn’t strange that he made an impression on you and the rest of the employees. He always seemed to have a gentle smile on his face, and emits a calm and comforting aura. He always came around sundown, when the rays of the dying sun comes pouring in through the bakery windows. It always made him seem like he glowed warmly.

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she-is-made-of-outer-space  asked:

We live next door to each other and I can see you through the window while you’re dancing to your iPod in your flannel pajamas and disheveled hair and God you’re a dork” AU. Please! Your bellarke fics are positively wonderful!

Thanks for the prompt! Hope you like it! AO3

Living in college apartments is… not glamorous. Walls are thin, pipes are thinner, and working air conditioning is a luxury. But it’s not terrible, Clarke finds, as long as you have excellent roommates to share in how much it objectively sucks. Raven and Anya fit that bill, so she considers herself lucky.

Plus, their windows open into an alleyway between their apartment building and the next. Which might not sound like a plus, but when the alternative is street facing windows that do nothing to stop the sounds of drunk college students when you’re trying to sleep the night before a midterm—the difference is staggering.

So, suffice it to say, Clarke largely likes her apartment. It’s great, for what it is.

Until it betrays her.

The first thing Bellamy Blake says when he comes in for his shift at the bookstore—the Monday morning shift, that, unfortunately, she shares—is, “Nice moves last night, Princess.”

Most of the time, Bellamy is full of shit, but as he shucks off his jacket the smirk on his face says he’s getting away with something, so she quickly runs through the events of the previous night, searching for any instances of embarrassment he might have been privy to.

…and comes up with nothing. She didn’t go out after she’d come back from class, and she and Raven didn’t get drunk, precluding any chance that she’d sent out some drunken snapchats he might have seen. (She has him on snapchat for bookstore-related emergencies, alright?) In fact, she spent most of the night working on her chem lab assignment, finally finishing around midnight, so really, there’s nothing for him to have seen.

So she scoffs, dismissive, and keeps working, only mildly interested in what kind of scheme he’s running.

“What are you talking about?” she asks, clicking through their schedule to see if they have any deliveries scheduled today.

He grins at her, wide, just when she spares him a glance, and she has to physically force it to not affect her. Because Bellamy Blake might be a snarky asshole, but that doesn’t make him any less… well, hot. Which is a whole other level of unfair.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Everyone needs to jam to Taylor Swift once in a while. It’s a good de-stressor. I’m not judging.”

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Getting To Know You

Prompt: You’re Ben’s twin sister, he’s only older than you by 2 minutes. When you both arrive at the Isle of the Lost you meet a charming young man, Harry Hook. Since you both are clearly into each other you decide to get to know one another.

Requested: No

Warnings: None

Ever since you and Ben had arrived at the Isle you couldn’t help but notice that you had caught the attention of no other then Harry Hook.

“Just a rhetorical question Ben, if Harry and I were to ever date do you think mom and dad would approve?” You asked.

“Well I think they would. It’s no different then what’s going on with me and Mal, royalty dating a supposed “villain.” Ben said putting air quotes around the word villain. “You have nothing to worry about little sis.”

“Little? If I happen to know you’re only older by two minutes.” You informed.

“It still means I’m older.” Ben said proudly.

“Yeah, yeah whatever.” You said as you rolled your eyes but then you both started laughing.

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Bellamy Blake imagine: My Queen (Part 1)

Summary: It’s Unity Day and reader has been looking forward spending some time with Bellamy, but instead he is having fun with Clarke. Reader gets jealous and gets into the fight with him. Then she goes with him, Raven, hercbest friend, and Jasper on the mission as the backup for Clarke and she gets hurt.

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Word count: 3741


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For the first time since we came down here, I could see everyone having a good time. They finally got a chance to loosen up a little.

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Fighting Panic

Requested: I was wondering if I could request a caring Shawn one where maybe you two get into a fight and you leave and then you have a panic attack or something and you call him and even though you two were fighting he still comes over and cares for you? Sorry if that didn’t make sense lol

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“Stop, y/n.” Shawn says, his voice full of anger. “You can’t keep holding it against me. It’s my career, my job, don’t you understand?”

You swallow hard, trying to keep your emotions in check. “I’m not holding it against you, Shawn. I just need to know you’re not forgetting about me!”

“I’m not, I don’t know why you would say that!” He says, his voice just as loud and terrifying as it was a minute ago. You can’t match his tone. You don’t know how to scream back at him, and you don’t want to.

“You’re always busy, and even when you’re not, you’re thinking about all the things you need to get done, which I get, but I feel like you don’t even remember that I’m here, that I’m your girlfriend.” You reply, honestly.

“How could I forget, y/n? I can’t forget, and I don’t.” He spits back.

You only wait a beat before replying, still trying to absorb his last words, “Do you want to?” You ask, your voice full of fear and sadness.

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starry--knight  asked:

SHIRO REVOKES KEITH'S DRIVING PRIVILAGES FOR A MONTH BECAUSE GOD DAMN IT SOMEONE WRAP HIM UP IN BUBBLE WRAP BEFORE ANOTHER INCIDENT OTL (Also they all become closer as a happy fam after this incident because I DEMAND FLUFF AFTER YOU RIP MY HEART OUT LIKE THAT SATAN OVERLORD 😂😂😂)

PREV: Keith and the kids got into an accident. (Satan’s and Satan Jr’s ask)

[The Voltron Family] Shiro drove his family back home and the whole time he was holding Keith’s hand, to which his husband found to be so extra. Their kids just giggled at the back. The kids recovered quickly and went back to school after a week. Keith was somehow still struggling to move in a first few weeks because of his broken ribs and Shiro took a month off to take care of him.

Keith: You didn’t have to do this, Shiro. Just go back to work. *groans*
Shiro: But who’s going to take care of you? Rejected.
Keith: It’s not like I’m going anywhere. *rolls eyes*
Shiro: Keith, please, let me… *rubs Keith’s hand* I just—
Keith: *cups Shiro’s face* Babe, I’ll still be here in this bed when you get home.
Shiro: *nuzzles Keith’s hand* But what if you need something and no one’s home? *looks sadly at Keith*
Keith: I’m a big boy, Takashi. *huffs* Don’t underestimate me. *smiles sadly* Hey, I’m not just gonna disappear and—
Shiro: *whispers* I almost lost you. *sobs*
Keith: *pulls Shiro into a hug* *starts rubbing his back for comfort* There, there. It’ll take a whole fleet of alien warships to kill me. *chuckles* Even then, I’ll keep coming back to life because there’s no way I’m going to let other people suffer from your stupid lame unfunny puns.
Shiro: Now you’re just being mean. 
Keith: *gives Shiro a peck on the lips* Go back to work on Monday, yeah?
Shiro: Only because you asked nicely. *slowly smiles*
Keith: Good. Now get out of here! *pushes Shiro away* Get the kids from school. I need to resume my one month of beauty rest.
Shiro: Fine. *smiles fondly* *stands up and then leans down to give Keith a kiss on the lips* I’ll be back, Sleeping Beauty. 

The whole time Keith was recovering, Lance, Pidge and Hunk spent a lot of time with him in bed. Mostly Hunk because he loved to cuddle his Daddy Keith the most and sometimes he would tell Keith a story he wrote on his own. 

Lance and Pidge would always help Shiro bring the trays that contained Keith’s food, until the day Keith can finally move and eat in the dining room, to which Lance would hold his Daddy Keith’s hand—in case he fell he’d gladly catch him. Shiro found it amusing but he knew Keith appreciated the sentiment anyway. Pidge kissed her Daddy Keith a lot recently and Shiro later soon found out that she read somewhere that kisses made people feel better, Shiro could’ve sworn his heart almost burst into extreme fondness towards his youngest daughter. 

One day, Keith was finally fully recovered. He grabbed his car keys when Shiro blocked him and snatched up the keys from him.

Shiro: Where do you think you’re going?
Keith: Uh, I’m going to do some groceries? We’re out of powdered milk and you know how the kids love their milk—
Shiro: Uh, no, sweet pea. I’ll do that for you. Just give me a list—
Keith: *glares* Shiro. Give me back my car keys.
Shiro: No.
Keith: Care to tell me why? *crosses arms*
Shiro: You’re not allowed to drive.
Keith: *shifts his weight* And why is that so?
Shiro: Just to refresh your memory… *looks pointedly at Keith* …in case you forgot, you just got into a car accident—
Keith: —which wasn’t really my fault—months ago. Give. Me. Back. My. Keys. Or so help me.
Shiro: *adamant* No. *hides the keys*
Keith: *groans* Nothing is going to happen to me, except get the powdered milk that we need.
Shiro: No.
Keith: I can drive myself to the store. It’s not even that far!
Shiro: I’ll drive you there. *grabs Keith’s wrist*

They were inside Shiro’s car on their way to the grocery store. Keith was in the passenger seat, brooding, arms crossed in annoyance.

Shiro: Keith…
Keith: When are you going to let me drive, Takashi? *grumpy*
Shiro: …when you get your license back.
Keith: What? *shakes his head in confusion* But I have—

Keith quickly fished out his wallet and lo and behold, his driver’s license was missing! He looked back at his husband…

Keith: YOU TOOK MY LICENSE??!!! *gasping in disbelief*
Shiro: *guilty* I did, I did. I’m sorry, but I had to or else—
Keith: I’m not completely stupid and helpless, Shiro. You know that.
Shiro: I know, but like, I just want to prevent another car accident. *turns his head to look at Keith*
Keith: There will be another one if you can’t keep your eyes on the road.
Shiro: Sorry! *chuckles* I can’t help looking at you—
Keith: Stop flirting with me while you’re driving! Oh my god!
Shiro: I’ll stop now. *laughs harder*
Keith: So does this mean you’re going to drive me to work then? *raises an eyebrow*
Shiro: *turns his head again to look at Keith* YES.
Keith: *pushes Shiro’s face towards the front* Eyes on the road, sweet pea.

It had always been Shiro’s dream to drive his family to school and work. First they drop off the kids to their schools. The kids kissed them goodbye before they leave the car and Shiro saw how much that made Keith smile whenever someone said “Bye, Daddies! Love you two! See you later after school!” Keith was the last Shiro had to drop off.

Keith: *unfastens his seatbelt* Alright, thanks for—
Shiro: *pulls Keith into a deep kiss* 
Keith: *smiles and kisses back*
Shiro: *separates himself* *gives Keith one last peck* Okay, have a good day back at work.
Keith: Will try. *smiles* *opens the door*
Shiro: Keith, wait! *pulls Keith back again for another kiss* Sorry. *chuckles*
Keith: Sap. *rolls his eyes* I seriously need to go, babe. 
Shiro: Okay. *gives Keith what he swears is his last peck*
Keith: Shiro, I’m serious. 
Shiro: Okay, okay. Go now before I do something else. *laughs*
Keith: *leaves and closes the door* *leans down to the window* Pick me up at 4, yeah?
Shiro: Yeah. *smiles* *waves* Bye, love you. 
Keith: *smiles* Love you, too. Text me when you get to work. Drive safely!

Shiro just smiled as he saw Keith enter the tall building. He could honestly get used to this. Maybe he should just keep Keith’s driver’s license permanently?

anonymous asked:

How about the guys reacting to their partner, who's always had long hair, coming home with a stylish short cut? Who would panic at first? XD

Funny, I just got my hair cut today and it’s much shorter than I am used to hehe~ These scenarios aren’t all compliant to your exact request- but hair cuts have happened and the boys all have their own way of reacting. My personal favourite is Ignis because… *sighs dreamily* <3

Tagging: @blindbae, @itshaejinju, @hypaalicious, @rubyphilomela, and @the-lucian-archives :D <3


Noctis: Noctis had always liked your long hair. He liked to thread his fingers through your silky locks idly as he played on his phone or listened to you speak. It was a relaxing motion for him, and he absolutely loved the way your hair felt against his fingers. So when you arrived at his apartment one day with a short, stylish bob and a cute front-fringe, Noctis was a little upset.

“Why didn’t you… how could you… you didn’t even tell me!” Noctis cried out, his tone incredulous as he pointed at your new bob. You immediately teared up, thinking that Noctis absolutely hated your new look. You just wanted to try something different. You didn’t think Noctis would outright oppose your new look.

“I’m s-sorry!” you whimpered quietly, wringing your hands in front of you as your eyes misted over. Noctis immediately balked at your reaction to his questions and took a tentative step forward, his arms open and ready to bring you close. He stood apart from you for a few awkward moments as you stood in front of him, extremely upset about Noctis’ adverse reaction to your new haircut.

However, you suddenly felt his familiar touch on your head, threading through your hair pleasurably. Your eyes shot to his deep blue hues, wide in surprise.

“Huh?” you managed to ask, unintelligibly. Noctis blushed and averted his gaze from your face, still running his hand over your short hair.

“You look cute. And it feels nice. It really suits you… and stuff.”

You sniffled and managed to pull him in for a hug. He willingly conceded and you smiled against his chest.

Classic Noctis.


Prompto: Prompto’s been rallying you on about getting a haircut for the summer. He really liked the pixie cut look that he’d been seeing in all the photography and fashion magazines he was into lately. You, however, were comfortable hiding behind your long, wavy locks of hair.

Prompto didn’t really push you to make the change, but there were times he liked to talk about the possibility of having matching hair with you. He’d be really light hearted about it, but you would mostly feel bad for resisting his gentle prodding on the topic of your hair.

On your sunshine boy’s birthday, you decide to take the plunge and go to the hair salon and get your long locks cut into a stylish pixie cut. You ended up crying a little as huge chunks of your beautiful hair were being cut off. But then, you looked into the mirror with puffy red eyes at the end of the whole ordeal and found yourself breaking into a smile.

You looked pretty cute with short hair.

You met Prompto that afternoon, and insisted that he turn his back to you so that you could surprise him with your present. He was really excited, so he turned around immediately and submitted to your request. You carefully made your way towards him, suddenly feeling nervous about your hair and the way you looked. You weren’t quite so sure Prompto would like how it turned out. But you kept yourself moving forward until you stood directly behind your boyfriend. You tapped his shoulder tentatively.

“You can turn around now.”

He turned around, and for a moment, he didn’t seem to register that you were standing there in front of him. His clear blue eyes were clouded with slight confusion before they flew wide open in recognition.

“YOU LOOK AMAZING I LOVE YOU!” Prompto practically screamed into your face, wrapping you into a rather suffocating embrace. You grinned, happy that he was happy. You already missed your long hair, but you were overdue for a change. And besides, your hair would grow back in time.

The happiness Prompto exhibited with you on the day of his birthday: that was both timeless and priceless.


Gladio: You were livid when you realised that Gladio had accidentally chopped off more than half of your silky pony tail in the middle of one of his great sword manoeuvres during your training session. Gladio himself immediately dropped his weapon and quickly assumed a protective stance as he watched you tense up.

You were ready to pounce in anger- that much, he was sure of.

“You idiot! How many times do I have to tell you to watch where you swing that thing?!” you screeched, trying to bring whatever remained of your pony tail to the front of your face. There really wasn’t much left. You cried out in frustration and made a choking motion towards Gladio, who flinched away from your movements. “I could have been BEHEADED- we’re LUCKY it was only my hair!”

“Yeah babe, how lucky is that? We should be soooo happy about that-” Gladio tried to smile at you, but your glare was absolutely terrifying. Gladio gulped and stood in his spot, amber eyes averted to the ground, looking like a boy being scolded by his parents. The whole situation would have been comical to you if it hadn’t involved your favourite part of your body- your HAIR.

“SHUT UP AMICITIA! You… I can’t LOOK at you right now, Six… I’m out of here.” You stormed out of the training room, leaving Gladio behind looking extremely sorry, and slightly amused. He walked towards your beautiful locks which were simply lying on the training room floor, oblivious to their owner’s minor melt-down.

“Damn, I screwed up.”

That evening, you forced yourself up to the apartment you shared with Gladio, hoping that he wasn’t in. You timidly toyed with the ends of your very short, newly styled hair. You teared up a little bit- you had NEVER had short hair since you were called a tomboy back in pre-school for liking your father’s signature bowl cut. You liked being that girl with the nice, long, princess-like hair.

Gladio went and ruined that today with his macho moves in the training room. You heaved a loud sigh and pushed your front door open, slightly annoyed to find it unlocked. Gladio was already in.

“Babe, I made din- whoa…” Gladio trailed off as he walked into the room, carrying two steaming cup noodles in each hand. His mouth was agape and his beautiful face looked kind of stupid. You almost giggled, but you were feeling much too self-conscious to do so.

You gulped and glared at your boyfriend. “What the hell are you looking at, Gladio?” you said, peeved.

Gladio shrugged, placing the cup noodles onto the coffee table in the living room before approaching you slowly, eying you up and down. His eyes lingered on your face, and he reached out to cup his large palm on your cheek.

“You’re so beautiful. Damn… if I’d known you’d look this sexy with short hair, I would have shanked your hair off a long time ago…” Gladio trailed off, absolutely mystified with your new look. You flushed at his words and sharply tapped his hand away from your face.

“I… thanks Gladdy.” You relented with a sigh. Gladio smiled boyishly, warming your insides at the sight of his real smile, as he leaned down to press his lips gently against yours. You sighed into his chaste kiss before he pulled away and looped his hands around your waist securely.

“You’re gorgeous. Seriously. I’m gonna do the worst things to you tonight, but this time, you’ll be the one pulling my hair.”

You shivered in his hold and nodded, staring right into his hooded amber eyes.

“I look forward to it, Gladio.”


Ignis: You were in tears as Ignis tried to wash out the extremely sticky Crème Broulee remnants out of your loose, long hair. You whimpered as Ignis’ fingers tugged rather harshly on your strands. Ignis made soothing noises and sighed in a minor show of frustration.

“It’s no good dear, we’re going to have to-”

“NO!” you screamed, whirling on your boyfriend with upset tears in your eyes. “I can’t cut my hair! It’s my treasure!” you cry out emphatically, gesturing harshly at your ruined hair with your sticky fingers. Ignis merely offered you a sad look and shrugged his broad shoulders.

“I’m sorry sweet heart. It’s out of my hands now. Literally.” With that said, Ignis walked away to wash his hands, leaving you standing in front of the tent with your face fixed into a rather permanent looking pout. Noctis approached you, scissors in his hand.

You backed away from the prince, shaking your head slowly.

“No. Get the hell away from me, you psycho. You, of all people, are not to come anywhere NEAR my hair. My head, actually… DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW TO USE THOSE?!” you cried out in surprise as Noctis drew even closer, his midnight blue eyes glinting at you in determination.

“I used to cut my own hair because I didn’t trust Ignis or the royal attendants to do it. They always cut it too short. Please, let me help you!” Noctis attempted to convince you, but his constantly apathetic tone didn’t do much to aid in that domain.

“Noct, no.”

“Y/n, yes.” Noctis replied back, still converging on you.

You felt a sudden surge of familiar magic envelope you and you tried to fight the headiness that took over. You attempted to keep your eyes open, but they slipped shut quickly, and you pitched forward into Noctis’ conveniently waiting arms.

The punk had used his ancient, royal magic to put you to sleep. So he could help cut your hair and fix your sticky predicament.

Wow. Just wow.

When you came to, you actually screamed when you ran your hand through your short locks. You jumped up and immediately went looking for Noctis, who was hiding behind an amused Gladio and equally scared Prompto.

“Shit, she’s awake Iggy!” Prompto squealed at the sight of you. You seethed, upset at the fact that you had your hair cut off without your consent. You turned towards Ignis, and stopped in your tracks at the soft look he was shooting your way. His moss green eyes blinked slowly at the sight of you, and you felt yourself begin to blush a little. You tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear and shrugged at Ignis.

“I look weird.”

“You look absolutely adorable, my darling cupcake.” Ignis said, his voice filled with adoration. You vaguely heard Gladio, Noctis and Prompto snigger at Ignis’ new term of endearment for you. Ignoring them, you stepped up towards Ignis and shyly looked up at him through your lashes, surprised to find your anger had quickly abated.

You had never seen Ignis’ gaze so soft before. You felt like you were about to melt into a puddle of goo right there and then in front of him.

“I do?” you questioned. Ignis nodded and brought his hands to gently cup your face in his glove-less palms. You sighed at the contact. You felt so loved that very moment.

He drew his face closer to yours and kissed you gently on the tip of your nose.

“You do. My precious cupcake.”

You ignored the giggles and chuckles erupting behind you and Ignis as you hugged your boyfriend, grateful for his positive reaction to your not-so-professionally cut short hair style.

You decided you’d let Noctis live. For now.

Feelings Unnoticed - Peter Parker Drabble

Request: Anonymous: hi!! saw the homecoming trailer and i am losing my mind as many others are. would it be okay to write a one shot where instead of Ned being there, its the reader, who has a massive crush on peter and is really good at hiding it? male pronouns for the reader if it isn’t an issue please uwu*

Warnings: Angst, fluff

Word Count: 638

Pairing: Peter Parker x Gender Neutral Stark!Reader

A/N: Don’t know how I feel about this, hope you like it, never had a request like this so thank you.

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If there was one thing you were good at, it was hiding your feelings, especially from your best friend Peter Parker. You’ve had a crush on Peter for as long as you can remember. With his cute smile, cheesy shirts, and love for science, you just fell for him even more. Although, what really set the bar high was finding out he was Spider-Man. He was going to tell you eventually, but he couldn’t risk putting you in harm’s way.

You and Peter were currently in the bedroom trying to get past the firewall to your dads (Tony) files he was keeping locked up from Peter. Yet nothing was ever locked, at least not with you.

“Y/N, does your dad not realize that you can get past anything?” Peter questions as he’s working on removing the masks tracker.

“I honestly don’t know Peter, he clearly hasn’t noticed I reset the security alarms every time I sneak out, so I wouldn’t worry too much.” You say typing in codes on your laptop.

“Dammit!” You groan.

“What?” He looks up at you.

“There’s a ton of subsystems in here.”

“Can’t you get past them?” Someone was getting impatient, you thought.

“Um..Nope, they’re all disabled by something called…The Training Wheels Protocol” You start laughing your ass off. Your dad clearly doesn’t trust peter because if he’s going to go through all this trouble and name it that, then you guys were out of luck.

“I’m sick of Mr. Stark treating me like a kid!” He gets up and jumps on your bed.

“But you are a kid.”

“Yeah, a kid who can stop a bus with his bare hands!”

“Don’t beat yourself up Peter, I’m sure my dad has his reasons.” You close your laptop and place it on your nightstand.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” He scoffs.

Peter sits down from his previous standing and lays down beside you. You both fall into a comfortable silence. You glance at him and can’t help but admire him. He puts himself at risk to protect everyone else, yet your dad can’t seem to understand that. Sure he’s just trying to make sure Peter doesn’t get his head stuck in the clouds, but does he really need to go to extreme measures.

“Y/N?” Hey Y/N!”  Peter pulls you out of your trance with a wave in front of your face.

“W-What? Oh sorry peter, what were you saying?” Your faces goes red.

“Ha, um I was saying the I should probably head home, its getting kind of late, and Aunt May will start to worry”

“Oh yeah definitely!”

Peter gets up and starts putting his things into his backpack. You didn’t want him to leave, you enjoyed his company more than anything, plus your dad was always busy so you couldn’t have that dad/daughter/son bonding time. You just wished that you could tell Peter how you felt. You even kept giving him small hints, from the long hugs, to complimenting him, he just didn’t seem to notice.

“Alright, I should head out now, thanks for the help Y/n.” Peter walks up to you and you guys hug. He pulls away first, but you grab his wrist. Peter stares at you 

“Y/N, are you okay?”

“Uh-yeah sorry about that Peter, see you at school tomorrow.” You nod.

“Yeah.” He gives you a curious look, but shows a small smile. He turns and walks to the door.

“Night Y/N.”

“Night Peter.” You give him a small salute with two fingers.

You watch as he closes the door behind him. Oh how you wished you had the guts to tell him how you felt.


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Under One Condition: Chapter Three

Originally posted by 9taefox

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Hey, so, this is the latest chapter. Sorry it took so long to upload, I’ve been so unbelievably busy. I hope you enjoy the read. 

Thank you for the continuing support.

Remember, feel free to ask questions or make requests for one shots, shorts, what ever you fancy. Asks are always open :)

Jimin x reader x Taehyung

Warnings: swearing, mature content, kinks, smut, teasing

Word Count: 4,307

Chapter Links: 

Chapter one          Chapter two         Chapter three           Chapter Four     Chapter Five (In progress)

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Jimin quickly flung himself out of bed and stumbled to get his trousers on, that were still crumpled at the foot of the bed where you left them last night. You pulled the covers over you and harshly whispered at Jimin.

“It is. It is… it is Tae, what the hell am I supposed to do!? Stroll out there and talk to him!? GOD NO!”

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Fools In Love

Pairing: young!Remus x fem!reader

Warning: fluff,,, maybe even too much???

Description: You were trying on dresses you had for a fancy, outdoor dinner party that night but you were getting really self-conscious of your scars. You got them from being just so damn clumsy. Remus, your close friend, attempts to reassure you that you are still beautiful no matter what. Then, picking out dresses turns into something more.

You walk into the marauder’s room expecting to find Lily hanging out with James, but you only see Remus reading while laying on the sofa. “Where is Lily?” you ask, out of breath from running all the way up there. “Uhhh,” Remus mumbles, looking around him, “Do you really me to tell you?” Your eyebrows go down immediately. “Please tell me she and James aren’t-” “They are,” “Well in that case,” you sigh, “You are my girl for the day, cmon,” “Where are we going?” He asks sitting up and setting his book down on the couch.  “Trying on dresses, of course,”

“Wait for a second, I  am not going to try on a dress… right?” “Not you, you idiot,” you laugh, “You are going to help me decide which looks best on me. Since Lily is doing… that doesn’t matter, but since Lily is gone you are going to have to help me. And don’t be afraid to go hard on me. I can take it,” “Listen, I’m not sure I’m up for the job,” Remus laughs nervously. “Oh,” you mock, in a sarcastic tone, “So apparently Remus Lupin’s masculinity is way too fragile to try on dresses with his good buddy Y?N all of a sudden!” He just looks at you, smiling and his eyebrows up. “What’s it gonna be macho man?” you ask. He lets out a deep sigh. ‘Fine. But stop saying that we are trying on dresses because I am not,” “Oh, okay” you tease, sarcastically. 

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Spelling Fights

Originally posted by elennemigo

Word Count: 1,816

Authors: Deka & Ale

Warning: None, just fluffiness

Pairing: Benedict Cumberbatch x Wife!Reader

Summary: The little fight between an American and a British couple

Credits to this video for the awesome interview: https://youtu.be/eX2M6Lf8WKc

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