...what is it with me and new man crushes all of a sudden

anonymous asked:

Do you know any barista au? Thank you!! Love the blog btw ❤️

Hey friends, thanks for asking! Sit down, get cozy, grab a cup of coffee, and get ready for some delicious fluff and amazing writing!

Originally posted by nowhere-little-girl


Coffee Shop AU


#baristalife by fan_nerd, Mature, 9.6k
Victor, proud owner of Muse café and roastery, goes searching for a local bakery to buy sweets for his store. When he does, he finds Yutopia, a quaint little place tucked away in a small part of town. The good news is, he quickly becomes business partners with the lead patissier, Yuuri. This is an amazing fic, must read!

life and love by novocaine_sea, Gen, 12k
Twenty-two year old Yuuri Katsuki travels to Italy to study photography. One day, while going around the city taking photos he gets lost and ends up at a coffee shop, ultimately meeting one Victor Nikiforov who would take him all around Florence, showing him what life and love are really all about. Italian Victor… I mean?? I DIED AND WENT TO HEAVEN READING THIS

the view from the top. by realangeleren, Mature, 21k (WIP)
When Viktor gets hurt, he’s forced to take the season off. He ends up in a little town, finding himself very taken with the adorable barista in town. But the closer he gets with the cute little barista, he soon finds he might not be as far away from the ice as he thought. I love this fic so much!

Shoebox of Photographs by Yuzururu, Teen, 20k (WIP)
Unlucky culinary grad student, Katsuki Yuuri, comes to Tokyo in search of a future pursuing his cooking passions. Instead, he finds more adventure than he’s bargained for…in the form of a dog Cafe run by a certain Russian model. SO GOOD OMG

Assuming Makes An Ass Out of You and Me (or how not to find out someone is multi-lingual) by Stories_to_be_read, Gen, 2.6k
Yuuri learns to never assume that the cute guy you have a crush on doesn’t speak Japanese. LOVE!

Walls by pastelprince, Mature, 23k (WIP)
There are many walls in Victor Nikiforov’s life. After his sudden retirement, he has nothing, hears nothing, and is lonely, injured and traumatised. Nothing goes right. Until he meets a cute barista with long black hair and glasses who makes a sweet, sweet latte. Thumbs up!

Cherry Blossoms by HEClementine8, Teen, 7.6k (WIP)
“What would you like today?” A gentle, smooth voice interrupted his reading. Viktor closed his phone and opened his mouth to order as he looked up. The words died in his throat and he felt like he was just punched in the gut when all the air in his lungs suddenly deserted him. There was a goddamn angel in front of him. LOOOVEEE!!!

here’s to the fools by MissSpock, Teen, 3.9k
In which Victor is an actor with a 1000 watt smile and Yuuri is the cute barista of the cafe across the lot from the film company where he works. Highly recommend!

Iced Coffee by luciferwearsprada, Gen, 4.8k (WIP)
In which Yuuri and Phichit work at the Yu-topia coffee shop, Viktor loves Yuuri’s cookies (that’s not a euphemism), Guang Hong is a sweet cinnamon roll, JJ is that one hetero friend, and Otabek terrifies almost everyone. cAN YOU HEAR MY SCREAMS

matcha cookie monstrosity by lunaetude, Gen, 1.6k
Pretty Eyes pulls out an entire can of Monster Energy. ‘Could I get four shots of espresso, two pumps of matcha syrup, and this entire can.’
‘…Are you sure you want that, sir.’ Just read this, it’s so fluffy!

Coffee And Contemplation by TheGabbing, Teen, 15k (WIP)
Yuuri expected to be tired, deal with rude customers every day, and study every second of his free time but what he didn’t expect was his life-long idol to walk through the doors. Definitely recommend!

Just Ask Him Out Viktor by down_into_underland, Teen, 1.6k
Viktor is a business man who has just recently moved to America with his adoptive son, Yuri Plitsetsky. Everything is as normal as it could be for Viktor when he walks into a new coffee shop to see the man of his dreams. Amazing!

sugary sweet by kevincriesblood (The_Messenger_of_Olympus), Explicit, 5.8k (WIP)
Katsuki Yuuri works at a coffee shop. Unfortunately, it is a coffee shop that happens to be his idol’s favorite. He regularly sees the vlogger he has posters of, which he’s not sure if that’s good or bad. Yuuri also has a not safe for work blog that he updates, with a rather sweet, odd anon. Sweet!

Bitter Coffee by koukkai, Teen, 1k
In which Yuuri works at a coffee shop and Viktor scores a date with the cute barista. Cute!

Bygones of the Sun | 07 (M)

Originally posted by hobismole

Genre: Angst/fluff/(future)smut || dance captain!hoseok, bad boy!au, uni!au

Pairing: Reader x Hoseok

Length: 6.7k

Summary: Jung Hoseok was once the sweetheart of the school, the dance captain whom every girl, including you, can’t help but fall head over heels for. But like the force of the ever-glowing sun, everything that rises must also set. A year of inactivity later and he’s now the school’s resident bad boy. You’re a firm believer of allowing the past be the past, and yet you can’t help but wonder where the risen sun has gone into hiding—because perhaps its shadows have out-shined its own radiance.

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Smells like teen primadonna spirit.

Bit of background. My little brother was in a high school band, and although I was never part of it, I used to drive them around to gigs and occasionally to the studio. I could drive, and if I helped my little brother out, it meant I got to borrow our Mother’s car for a while, so it wasn’t entirely altruistic.

As well as lil bro (guitar), there was also Kev (vocals), Bob (guitar) and Dave (drums).

This was in the late ‘90s, I was about 19-20 during these events, Lil’ Bro is 2 years younger than me. They were a rock/grunge band. Kev was very much the ringleader. His Dad worked for a local radio station at a town about 100 miles away, and Kev would often insist on making decisions for the band because his Dad’s background trumped everything. His Dad was a producer.
Mostly all happy times, although Kev would often pick on Dave, and drummers in general. “What do you call a guy who hangs out with musicians? A drummer.” Etc.

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the stages of love - peter parker

Originally posted by tomshollandss

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: The Stages of Love played you like a game for years on end, but Peter might of just realized the same accounted for him too.

Requested: yes (anon)

Warnings: language; so much fluff holy shit

Words: 2524

a/n: so here’s a super fluffy peter imagine yikes this is so fluffy and long but oh well. anyway, pietro imagine releases tonight! hope u enjoy:) o and italics is in the past:)

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Stage One: Confusion

You vividly remember the easier times like it was yesterday, the point where nothing was stressful in life besides picking out which birthday presents you wanted more than the others. Everything glided through your life so easily, not a stress in the world. You were seven at the time, the world of coloring your homework assignment and not having to study for the ACT.

You were in Mrs. Banks’ classroom for the year, the most wonderful teacher you could’ve ever thought of having. She was thoughtful, sweet, and she never raised her voice. Once you walked into the room on the first day, your seating assignment was golden. She had sat you next to your long time friend Michelle, your smile bright and jittery as you happily hopped your way over to your friend, her face lighting up at the sight of your name tag place next to hers. You arranged your pencil bag and crayons as Michelle talked ferociously to you about how much fun you two were gonna have all year next to each other.

Not even two minutes later, your bubbly conversation with Michelle was silenced, both of your attention’s snapping to a new figure being seen across the table from you. Your   big, Y/E/C eyes widened at the presence of the new boy, or what you thought was a boy, due to the fact his head was shoved away, hiding in the arms of your teacher.

“Y/N, Michelle, this is your other table buddy, Peter. Can you say hello?” Mrs. Banks’ soft, silky voice floated through your ears as your mind instantly nodded a yes through your head, your eagerness to make a new friend growing.

As Michelle nodded back as well, your teacher coaxed Peter’s seemingly shy demeanor from her arms and led him to the seat across from you. You watched carefully as the boy’s mop of slightly curly, brown hair move to face away from you, decisively showing you and your friend his face. Your eyes followed his features as they opened up to new faces being shown around him. His bashful, bright brown eyes wandered from you to Michelle numerous times before his small lips formed a weary smile at the two of you. Your fascination with this boy was growing by the minute, his entire demeanor questioned you over and over again.

Mrs. Banks’ let him be before walking away to greet others at the door. You stared directly at Peter, waiting for him to open his quiet mouth and say something. His eyes directed down at his desk, arranging his new pencils and crayons in order. Your mind grew impatient waiting for this new friend of yours to talk, so you decided to start the conversation.

“Hi, Peter! I’m Y/N! This is Michelle,” you started, voice squeaky and loud as your finger pointed over to Michelle. She waved at Peter sweetly before pulling out a book and flipping through tge pages.

Peter’s head slowly turned up and locked gazes with you, eyes wide with weariness and concern at your sudden outward demeanor. His thin eyebrows furrowed before his lips did that same small smile again and spoke to you.

“H-Hi,” he quietly answered, nose crinkling in concern of you not being able to hear his quiet voice.

Your smile lit up as soon as he replied, two front teeth missing from the equation, but still the brightest smile possible was adorned across your face. Your mind was somehow already captivated  by this boy’s reticent and peaceful disposition. But your heart was confused at the same time, your seven year old brain not knowing what this new exciting feeling that had been cast upon you on such short notice.

But man, did you like it.


Stage Two: Denial

“Peter! You have to tell me, c'mon!” you urged your best friend of five years, your hands slightly shoving him.

Peter rolled his eyes and folded his arms over his chest in sudden defeat, the sound of regret laced through his words, “Do I have to?”

You urgently shook your head up and down, eyes wide with curiosity as you watched the eleven year old boy in front of you. You were attempting to get Peter to tell you who his crush was, and it wasn’t working in your favor. You had pressured hi eight times that day to tell you, him not budging once. Bu this time, you could feel his attitude slipping, the secret so close to being released.

You really didn’t know why you wanted to know so badly. Maye it was the rush you would get when attempting to set the two of them up. Or, maybe it was the excitement you feel push through you as the Peter told you something he would never, ever tell anyone else.

Your thoughts were cut short as peter heavily sighed and waked closer towards you. His eyes cased everywhere else in the room besides yours  as he finally yielded to your constant begging and told you the secret.

“It’s, it’s Liz Allen,” he said rushed and quietly, instantly pulling away from your ear as the words slipped off his lips, sudden regret soaking his demeanor.

Your mind transitioned from eagerness to almost… regret?  You couldn’t quite detect the feeling that was pulsing through your veins right now. All you could think about was the girl’s name that had just rolled off Peter’s tongue and the fact that everything about her just didn’t match up with Peter.

You whispered back to him, looking around for the sight of anyone before muttering, “But, she’s an… eighth grader,” the sound of her grade level sounded so scandalous and out of place your eleven year old brain didn’t want to comprehend it.

“So?” Peter questioned back to you, rolling his eyes as if you were being the uptight one.

Thoughts of Peter whisking himself away from your time to stare at Liz Allen made your stomach twist in anger and from the tips of your fingers to your toes twitch with jealousy.

Woah woah, wait. Jealousy? You, jealous of Peter’s attention? No way. There was no way you, Y/N Y/L/N was somewhat crushing on Peter Parker. It’s Peter for god’s sake! He was awkward all the time, and he was your best friend. You were NOT jealous.

Nope, no way. There’s no way.

lmao you thot.


Stage Three: Acceptance

It had been two years ever since Peter admitted to his  longing, overbearing, and utterly pathetic crush on Liz Allen. And the  fact that you were completely over it, was to say the least. Ever since  he had slipped his secret to you, his eyes for Liz grew fonder as well  as his heart. His captivating brown eyes would light up a room as he  would spot Liz from the other side, his feet that once carried  themselves over to you before class, found their way over to the older  girl.

Peter’s heart yearned for Liz, while yours, as  you hated to admit, ached for his. Your mind since then has been in a  constant whirlwind of confusion, guilt, regret, and forgiveness as it  flipped between the two sides of your mirroring conflicts.

One  day, you would carry your hatred of his affection on your shoulders as  you approached the school, your feelings portrayed across your face.  Your lips would turn down in a scowl as your eyes would match, the usual   bright Y/E/C would glaze over in a layer of darkness to match your   mood.

But then the next day, Peter just had to do   something cute as hell, kicking the beat of your heart again and   igniting your new feelings, triggering your mind to wash away all of the  bad and immense feelings you had towards Peter’s affections. You   couldn’t trust your conflicted emotions anymore, your newly hormonal,   thirteen year old brain would constantly conflict yourself.

The point was, Peter Parker was messing with your mind, and you had no idea what would happen next.


Stage Four: Infatuation

“Peter, don’t do this again.”

“Y/N please! I promise you, we’ll work on it tomorrow!” Peter pleaded you, his hands grasped around the pole connecting your bed together. His pleads escaped his mouth in sweet, savory sections that made your heart thump.

Peter was flaking on you again, for Liz. Of course, who else would it be? You two were supposed to be working on your Chemistry project, but once again, he got a text from Liz, asking him to help her with homecoming stuff. The beautiful boy before you was asking for yet another favor, replacing your time over again with someone else’s.

You shook your head slightly, allowing him to leave you, working on the project alone. His sweet brown eyes connected with yours in happiness as you agreed.

“Thank you!” he ran over to your slumped figure, instantly wrapping his arms around your frame in a bone crushing hug. The heat between your two bodies flooded your memory of how it felt to succumb to his captivating touch. He released from your grasp, smiling at you once more before exiting your room in a rush.

And he was gone.

You couldn’t help but let out a shaky sigh, the emotions that wracked your brain for months attempting to spill out of your system.Two years had passed since you willingly admitted to yourself your immense feelings for Peter. The one day your feelings never conflicted you again caused you to have almost a mental breakdown. Every wave of sudden affection you yearned for from Peter hit you all at once that day, your thoughts no longer blurring you from the truth.

Your mind played every scenario of happiness, affection, and liveliness it could recall of your years with Peter. You adored his thoughtful strength to want to be able to do more with his life, his intelligence acting as a flame of ignition. You loved carefully gazing at the boy as he bit his thin, pink bottom lip in concentration, dazzling chocolate eyes trained in thought as he focused on something intense. His slightly curled brown hair would run through his fingers in time of stress, your eyes latching themselves on to the muscles that lined his sculpted hands along the top. And don’t even get started on the freckles. They peppered his tan skin so lightly that they looked as if they were barely there. Random ones would appear on his nose daily, and you would take note of the new placement and smile to yourself at all of his purely mesmerizing quirks.

You sensed a pleasure of infatuation ignite your heart in a fiery sensation with the boy, your mind clouding with pleasure and hope as you dazingly thought about him night and day. His heart was pure and full of complete joy, which made your feelings grow immensely deeper as time clocked on. Nothing could beat the admirable emotion you felt towards that boy, and that was not a good sign.

Your brain loathed to admit it, but you knew deep down in the pit of your stomach and the back of your mind that he would never, ever gaze at you the way his eyes would cast a upon the older girl’s. He was your best friend, and unfortunately that was all.

But your feelings never countered for a minute.

Stage Five: Affection

One year later and Peter still knew. How could he not? From the way your pure Y/E/C eyes would run their course over his figure day by day to the way he would sense and witness your heart break as he fled your lonely figure for someone else’s. Ever since you two were thirteen, his immature boy brain could perceive the jealousy you proved among him as he spoke excitedly about his crush. At first he denied that you had any feeling towards him, but then he kept thinking back to all the occurrences to when your beautiful, bright smile was vanished from your features completely, when he talked about Liz.

He could remember the exact day he figured out your feelings. Your head was downcasted as he spoke to you about a science project. His eyes watched as your figure went limp at the sound of Liz’s name being used in an out-of-context situation. You then lifted your head, your usual light eyes portraying a dark side as you locked his gaze. Your features hardened and his heart did an unusual flip, his insides churning at the new unfamiliar and cold feeling.

It was almost as if seeing you in such a demure state put him in a saddened one. As time went on and his brain continued to wrack for answers, he finally received the answer.

Guilt.

Guilt was the previous anonymous feeling, and he felt his heart ache a little. The thought of  you staying up at night with thoughts of him wandering around your heartbroken state, brought him into a new light. Liz used to be the one who was the only facade of his wondrous thoughts day and night.

But as he sat in bed that night, his confused mind keeping him from sleep, he realized you had been for awhile. The emotion hit him like a truck, instantly being bombarded with images of you. The form of your radiant eyes and matching smile clouded the front of his mind, his veins suddenly pumping with a new, enticing feeling.

The way your nose would scrunch at something you took a dislike to, or the way your long eyelashes would flutter quickly as you attempted to stay awake and continue studying for another test. But most of all, the way that your soft features would all elevate to a new type of happiness you looked his way at the beginning of the day, his heart inflaming with captivity and admiration for you and everything you were made of.

The alluring sense of all this was completely evident the first time he kissed you too.

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“Peter, what are you…?” you daringly questioned his close and infatuated presence.

“Please, Y/N. Let me show you much I love you” his scratchy yet sweet voice whispered against your trembling lips. The thought of Peter falling in love with caused your entire body to shake in nerves and shock. The air around the both of you became heavy and lucid as everything in the world seemed to make sense. The love you yearned for him to reciprocate was suddenly present, and you didn’t know when or why it was now showing itself, but you didn’t care. Nothing else mattered then as Peter’s admirable brown eyes gazed from your lips and back to your eyes as the soft touch of his hands enveloping your face in a warm manner sent chills up and down both of your fingertips. Peter’s sweet touch was closed as his savory lips planted themselves on yours.

Both hearts filled with love as the feeling of closeness between the two of developed. Your lips pushed themselves back on his as your arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to your needy figure. His throat emitted a long-awaited sigh of relief, your feeling being proved for one another once and for all.

The stages of love were somewhat a game. But, if you play them right, you’ll prove you’re the winner.

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A/N: Okay, you guys. I just can’t wait any longer, I’m so excited to share this fanfiction (and this cover) with you all. I am so hyped! May I introduce? In a heartbeat.

Synopsis: Showing up on time for an important job interview is all you worry about when you rush through the streets of New York City on a sunny day, not expecting at all to bump into Thor, God of Thunder and his mischievous brother Loki. Before you know it, you get dragged right into a gruesome battle between two foreign realms and the atrocious menace of Ragnarök, confronted with breath-taking magic, terrifyingly hazardous threats and a fierce warrior who claims to be a Valkyrie. And as if this wasn’t enough already, you find yourself headfirst falling in love with the God of Mischief who, much to your disppointment, already seemed to have set his eyes on someone else, leaving you struggling with rejection, jealousy, heartache and more antagonising pain than your human heart could ever cope with.

Pairing: Loki x Reader
Rating: M
Chapter: 1/?
Warnings: SPOILERS FOR THOR RAGNAROK, violence and blood, mentions of slavery, death, self-harm, depression, panic attacks, jealousy, grief, heartache, smut, Dom!Loki. (More warnings might be added throughout the story)

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Midnight Talks Pt. Three || Peter Parker Imagine

Originally posted by juliechavira

Word Count: 1,322

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Part One     Part Two

He turned and smiled at you, “Hey Y/N.” As the two of you walked across the tile floor together, you started contemplating about inviting Peter to your house tonight. Reaching his locker,you built up the confidence to ask, “Do you want to, maybe, come over to my place tonight to study or something?”

The students in the hallway were quite noisy but all you could hear was Peter’s lovely voice. Not in a good way though. He froze. The girl of his dreams was asking him to hang out. Together. His hopes at spending time with you were quickly shut down as he remembered his new ‘night job’.

“I, I would love to but,“he said while scratching his neck,“I have that internship with Mr. Stark tonight-” He stopped when he saw you blush and look at your shoes. You took his pause as a chance to retaliate, “No, I,um, I get it. Priorities right?” You nervously chuckled, trying to lighten the mood as he just held the door of his locker. You were slowly backing away, wanting to leave the embarrassing situation.“I’ll see you around, Peter.” You turned around, fleeing to your own locker. Peter stood there at his locker, taking out his books. On the soon closed door, he leaned his head against the cool metal, regretting the mistake he just made.


You threw your backpack on the floor and jumped onto your bed face first. Laying flat on your face, you thought about the terrible day you had. You just cried. Rolling over onto your back you realized that nothing ever went your way. The tears kept streaming down your face before you sighed, not feeling motivated to do anything. You decided to wrap yourself in your blanket and sleep.

It was dark outside when you finally woke up. You went and ate your dinner before deciding to call it quits for the day. You practically crawled back to your room. When you got inside the room, you turned around to quietly shut the door. All of a sudden, a clothed hand covered your mouth which muffled your screams of terror and a hand wrapped around your waist. The person removed their hand from your waist to make you turn around. You then came face-to-face with your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. He slowly removed his hand from your mouth, as he saw you no longer struggling against him.

You steadied your breath before speaking sarcastically,“Seriously, man? I thought we were friends.”

Spider-Man looked at the ground ashamed, “I didn’t mean to scare you, I just, I didn’t want you to scream but, you screamed anyway so it was kind of pointless.” He was fiddling with his fingers. You sighed, “It’s alright, I was just shocked.” The two of you stood there for a minute before he broke the silence.

“I brought you flowers,” he said, pointing to the bundle of flowers that he placed on your bed. You smiled and walked over to get them. “Do you like them?” He asked as he was bouncing on the balls of his feet. You smiled wider as you started messing with one of the flowers, “They’re beautiful, thank you.”

He walked over to you and sat on the floor, leaning on your bed like the first time you met. You put the flowers back on the bed, bent down and sat next to him as he put his head in his hands sighing. “You don’t look so happy. What’s wrong?” You asked him sympathetically.    

“I have a crush on this girl, and she is just so amazing. But, I think I’ve ruined any chance I had with her.” He said with a low, sad voice, “I just don’t know what to do.”

You put your hand on his back to be supportive. “I know the feeling.”

Spider-Man quickly dusted of his sad emotions, “How was school?” He quickly composed himself. “Um,” you scoffed out of pity for yourself, “horrible. I think I ruined my friendship with Peter, had a surprise quiz in my least favorite class,and I didn’t have time to eat lunch because I was too busy avoiding my friends.” You were on the verge of tears again. You looked up, trying to keep the tears from falling. Spider-Man looked slightly shocked. The strong girl that he knew was about to break down.

He moved his body to a comfortable position where he could hug the sad girl. He wrapped one of his arms around your waist, for the second time that night, and placed his other hand to cradle your head. Small tears leaked from your eyes, which slowly started to soak his suit. You both sat there in a comfortable silence for a while, just in each others company.

You  started to pull away, making Spider-Man pull away too but he stayed in front of you sitting on his shins.“I want you to know, that you’re the highlight of my day, Y/N.  You motivate me to go out and keep helping people, everyday. Without you, I’d be lost.” He spoke with such passion and adoration , placing his hands on both of your cheeks.

You were confused. “But, w-we just met. How can I motivate you if-” before you could finish your sentence, he pulled back. The man looked deeply into your eyes before placing his hands under his chin, on the edge of his mask. He took a deep breath before peeling the mask off of his face.He kept his face down, but only for a second.

He looked up into your eyes. Your mouth was opened slightly, from shock. “Oh God,” you whispered, more to yourself than to him. You glanced down at the mask in his hands before looking back up at him. “Peter, what- why- I, how the hell are you Spider-Man?” You asked still in shock.

“It’s a long story. But, everything I just said, I meant every word. You mean so much to me and, things would suck if you weren’t in my life.” Peter said, dropping the mask to put his hands back onto your cheeks. He looked deep into your eyes, and you could see that he meant it all.

“That’s why you said you couldn’t come over.”You chuckled. “I told Spider-Man, that, that I have a crush on you. I literally told you, oh wow. That’s kind of embarrassing.” Saying this made Peter laugh lightly. You enclosed your hands around his neck, pulling his face closer to yours. You felt his breath fan out over your skin. He leaned in closer, closing his eyes and tilting his head before crashing his lips down on to yours. His lips were soft, and the kiss was passionate.

The two of you pulled away to take a breath of air. “Wow,” he said, eyes slightly wide which made you laugh.

“Do you want to go out with me, maybe?” He asked with a wide grin. “I would love to Spider-Man.” You replied with a smile mirroring his.


The next day at school, you found Peter, standing alone at your locker on his phone. You smiled with a blush, remembering last night. “Hey.” You said approaching him.

He looked up from his phone to see you, putting the device in his pocket, “Hello gorgeous.” He greeted you as he pulled your hips towards him so he can place his lips on yours once again. He didn’t care that there were people everywhere, he just really wanted to kiss you.

Down the hall, Michelle and Ned stood dumbstruck. “I knew it,” the two teens exclaimed in unison as they saw their friends passionately kissing. Ned pulled out his phone and opened his camera. “What are you doing?” Michelle asked. Ned smirked, “Taking a picture to show their kids.”

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"What the hell were you thinking??" - "To be completely honest: nothing."

The first time they kiss, it’s not a kiss at all.

Castiel is kneeling in the mud, and there’s a slow tide of panic starting to wash over him, because Dean isn’t breathing. Castiel killed the creature that dragged Dean under the surface, had immediately pulled Dean up for air and onto the shore, but Dean still isn’t breathing. Castiel’s borrowed grace is weak and flickering, barely enough to light a candle at the moment and certainly not enough to do any kind of healing, and Dean still isn’t breathing. Sam is miles away doing reconnaissance in the town because they didn’t realize they would stumble across the monster so quickly, and Dean still isn’t breathing.

Objectively, he knows the concept of mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. He knows how human bodies work, he knows the complicated processes of the respiratory system. Knowing and doing are two very different things, but he also knows how long the human brain can be deprived of air before suffering permanent damage, so he has no choice but to try.

He expects to feel something - he’s not sure what - when he puts his lips to Dean’s for the first time. Maybe something like a shock from static electricity, or a vibration under his vessel’s skin like the rumble of nearby thunder, or a flip in his stomach like the moment before spreading his wings to fly. Instead, there’s only the burgeoning panic and the running mantra of breathe breathe breathe.

Castiel breathes air into him - air that he probably needs for himself. Angels don’t need to breathe, but he’s not much of an angel at the moment. 

He forces air into Dean’s mouth again, and again, fingers curled around the back of Dean’s neck. He’s pausing for another breath when Dean spasms, a wet noise clawing out of his throat, and starts to cough. Castiel immediately pushes him onto his side, and Dean heaves up water and continues coughing.

Finally, with a groan, Dean flops onto his back. He’s breathing heavily, but he’s breathing. The sheer relief brings sudden pinpricks of tears to Castiel’s eyes, and it’s such a human reaction, but he doesn’t care. He sits back heavily on his heels, and at the movement, Dean’s eyes flick over to him. There’s a moment where Castiel knows they’re both thinking about how close Dean came to dying.

Then Dean carefully pushes himself onto an elbow and raises his fingers to his lips.

“…dude, please tell me you didn’t mack on me while I was out,” he jokes weakly. His voice is hoarse and raw from coughing. “Talk about taking advantage of a guy when he’s down. C’mon, man, you’re better than that.”

Joking is good. If Dean is joking, he’s going to be all right.

Castiel huffs and manages a faint smile. “A little gratitude would be nice.”

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A small collection of high school aus! There’s so many wonderful ones out there that has yet to be read!

And Then There Is No Mystery Left (Baby, I’m Sweet On You) -  Swing Set in December - 1k - Teen

Stiles has no idea why Derek is sitting at his lunch table.

As Good As The Real Thing - literaryoblivion - 5k - Mature

He’s maybe had a crush on Stiles for going on two years now, but there’s no way he’s ever going to act on it or say anything. But, he’s memorized all of Stiles’s quirks and habits because he and Stiles have been in the same history class for two years now, and he always ends up sitting by him. However, he and Stiles have had limited interaction with one another, which is fine. Derek can subside on his daydreams of Stiles. He can live the rest of his high school career on his fantasies alone.

That is until their teacher assigns them to be partners for a project.

Awful, Wonderful You -  stilinskisparkles - 16k - Mature

Truth be told, Derek was suffering from the mild delusion he lived in all summer wherein he actually thought this year might be different, and he might, perhaps, be able to bury the hatchet with Stiles and start over.

The superglue that’s destroyed a ninety dollar pair of pants, however, says otherwise. Derek knows how this play goes down; eventually, he’s going to have to climb out of the pants and trudge back to his dorm half naked. Stiles will gloat for a damn week; Derek will have to put up with constant remarks about Stiles getting him out of his pants… Dammit, he’s actually going to get Derek out of his pants, and it’s not even close to the way he pictured it happening.

Betting On Forever -  mrstotten, veritas_st - 17k - Mature

It’s not like Stiles spends a huge amount of time thinking about it. But when he does it seems strange, good strange, but strange nevertheless, he cant really put a finger on when they decided to become civil to each other let alone friends, best friends even.

Him…and Derek Hale. Can you imagine it?

Binomial Coefficients - DevilDoll - 20k - Teen

In which brainy freshman Stiles Stilinski wants star quarterback Derek Hale to join the math team, AKA math nerds in love.

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Cranky || Peter Parker x Reader

@acrilic​: you could write like cute jealous!peter where you start spending a bit more time with another friend of yours and one day peter comes through your window cus he’s so done and wants to tell you that he likes you sm and he just starts rambling and you kiss him to shut him up efmldka i feel like that would be cute idk

Warnings: Swearing, angry teenager hormones™, prolly bad grammar, jealous & angry cinnamon roll Peter, kind of angsty??

Notes: i hope i don’t fuck this up :)) dammit this got too long. sorry for that. this is probably bs but heck it’s my first imagine. pls read it all it took like five hours and give me a shot :’) prolly going to write a series. enough talking,,, i hope you enjoy and ignore my self-loathing note. also give me your opinion on this! i would love to read all of y’all’s opinions.

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Peter Parker and (Y/N). Two nerds, best friends, crushing on each other and too oblivious to notice. 

You had a Spanish exam the next day and you planned on hanging out on your house with Peter. You knew Peter’s little secret and you insisted him to come hang out with you instead of some bad guys that tried to kill him. You never could see him hurt, you couldn’t live with that in your conscience, that you could do something to help him.

Peter: (Y/N).
(Y/N): what
Peter: Sorry, but I can’t go to your place tomorrow… :( please forgive me.
(Y/N): you’re going to try and flirt with some cute girls with your suit, huh? go on, i forgive you dude. i’m your wingwoman ;) 
Peter: What? no…
Peter: Anyways thank you! You’re the best! We’ll hang out some other day, okay? :)
(Y/N): yeah, yeah. also please call me when you’re at the cafeteria, please i have no clue how to get there.

You lock your phone and stuck it in your pocket again, waiting impatiently for the class to end. After the bell rang, you were heading to the school’s Cafeteria. You were trying to guess where it was since it was pretty far from your classrom. Walking through several hallways and not finding anything, your eyes met with a cute boy, standing against the wall, looking through his phone and with his earbuds on and bopping his head up and down at the beat of the music.

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Humans scare me

So, there are multiple stories in real life where it was a near death emergency and the human is just like “I have super powers now”

No seriously, there is a story where two dudes are mountain climbing and of them lose their footing a little bit so they grab onto the wall. A piece of the wall falls onto the man and he’s crushed underneath this thing sliding near a cliff. So imagine, a 1.6 ton boulder is stuck on top of you, you’re sliding near a cliff of certain death, your buddy is just watching you slide away, and you can’t get out from underneath it. You know what this guy did? He threw it off himself right before he was going to fall off and only suffered muscle and tissue damage. And when the world record bench press weight isn’t even half that and this scrawny dude just throws a 1.6 ton boulder off of himself like it was nothing because “I was going to die”. Another man ran faster than an Olympic runner because a fire ball was coming at him from a wildfire.

So how would aliens react to this?

It was a new mission on the planet of Tridje and the team had to split up so they could keep cover and travel faster. I was stuck with the human and the other officer who was similar to this 4 legged lizard the humans call a dragon. We are supposed to survey the area to make sure no danger is ahead of us. We recently found ourselves walking at the base of a mountain about 3000 kilometers or so up. We heard it was prone to avalanches due to the rock of the mountain being able to slide of the face easily. Honestly it all terrified me but the human insists that avalanches aren’t common and the chances of it happening are miniscule if we are careful. I scoffed. Anything with humans is a new adventure of death.

So we scaled the mountain face with the purple, luminescent fauna lighting our way to the next check point. Honestly this all seemed too weird and out of place since I’ve never seen a plant glow. The sky was turning a light green to a dark blue as night approached with its 3 awkward Cresent moons. The human seemed to take great interest in the scenery since glowing plants only fueled their curiosity. She said a few mushrooms or something at home would glow at night. There were also “firebugs” which were her favorite. “They glow as well” she noted. Earth is strange. I’ve never imagined bugs made of fire but I shouldn’t be surprised.

The grounded suddenly shook violently throwing the three of us to the ground. The human grabbed the two of us and ran into the nearby cave saying that the support of the mountain would keep the ceiling high above our heads. It was only reassuring to those who were stupid enough to believe it. But sure enough, it stood above us proud and stoic.

The rumbling came to a minimum as the ground no longer swayed beneath us. How ever the noise persisted and only grew louder. As if on queue, a wall of boulders closed off the entrance to the cave, trapping us in here. As shock filled in the sudden silence, I fell to the ground and started to wrack with panic. The human tried to calm me despite obviously failing.

She stopped her worried words and looked over to see a boulder had fallen on the Jengun officer. Writhing with pain, the human rushed to their side immediately and looked Aarons worriedly. Soon she began to notice the dark orange blood seeping from under the injured soul who lay there. She began to push on the boulder, no way in hell that this little thing can move this 2 ton boulder.

As she clenched her teeth and gave it her all, the enormous rock began to give way. Small wails of pain came from the human as she began to over work herself. But as damned as I was, she rolled the incredible thing off of the officer and immediately began to patch the wounds on the dying officer despite her muscles suffering damage from tearing themselves!

Once we get to the settlement, I must report this strength to the commander and the scientists. I’m glad the humans are with us, bless the stars.

The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter Eight- Dean x Reader


The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter Eight

Summary: Dean finds out you’re a virgin and begins to try to charm his way into your pants. Little does he know he’s about to fall in love.
Word Count: 1,935 (A Little Short sorry about that.) 
Warnings: Sexual Content.  Language.


Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

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I’m so addicted to all the things you do
When you’re rollin’ round with me in between the sheets
Oh the sounds you make, with every breath you take
It’s unlike anything, when you’re lovin’ me…
From Addicted by Saving Abel

You sat twirling a piece of hair around your finger.  Your mind a million miles from your lunch date with Dean. The menu of the restaurant held in front of your face as your bashful nature took hold.  You frowned as you replayed the scene from this morning and blushed again.  

The more you thought about it: the more you wanted Dean. The more you needed him.  The years of hidden feelings coming at you like a tsunami. Your lungs felt like they were filling with water. Breathing was becoming impossible.

Dean was watching as you fidgeted in your seat. The look on your face was pained and he began to worry that he was pushing you too hard.  He reached out and gently touched your arm.  You jumped at the touch and jerked away from him.

“Heh.  Sorry, you scared me.” You mumbled as you grabbed his hand and smiled.   Dean was beaming right back as you laced your fingers with his.

“What’s my girl thinking about?” He mused before putting your menu down.  You shook your head as you chewed your lip.

“Just nervous…”

“About what?” He asked cautiously.

Pressing your lips together before speaking.   You let out a shaky breath before you muttered ever so quietly.

“Later…”.

Dean looked completely shocked as naughty thoughts flashed through his mind.  Pushing those aside, he licked his lips before asking for clarification..

“What’s later?”

“Iwantyoutotakemyvirginity…” You rushed out as were suddenly shaking.  Your face was that beautiful tomato red you had been sporting the last few days.

Dean’s brows furrowed together as he tried to figure out what you had just said.

“What was that beautiful?”. He asked as he leaned towards you.  

When he did so, you let out a squeak.  Your nerves were trying to eat you alive.  Swallowing them back, you found yourself shooting up from your chair.  Your hands slammed on the table before leaning in towards Dean.

“I said….  I WANT YOU TO HAVE SEX WITH ME!” You screamed.

Your eyes flew wide open as it hit you about what had just come out of your mouth. Clamping your hands over your mouth, you let out another scream.  Everyone in the restaurant turning to look at you.

What in hell was going on in your brain?!

Dean was sitting across from you with a surprised look.  He then looked at you in complete puzzlement before the words worked their way down to his crotch.  You were pretty sure the smile he gave you he learned from Lucifer himself.  

This time he dragged that goddamn tongue of his extra slowly across his lips.  You blushed a hundred and thirty shades of red as you sank into your chair.  Burying your face in hands, you, for the third time that day, prayed that God would allow the earth to swallow you whole.  Of course, you had no such luck.  According to the Winchesters, Chuck or God, wasn’t into the whole answering of prayers option.

Dean couldn’t help himself and leaned over you.  Whispering hotly against your ear all the dirty things he was going to do to you that night.

“Fuck, Y/N.  You don’t know many times I’ve dreamed of this.  How many times I’ve wondered what it would be like to pounded myself into your tight little pussy.”  He grunted as his warm breath tickled your ear.  You gasped into your hands when the words made you instantly wet.  Your stomach clenching into knots as you pushed your knees togethers.  It was taking everything in you not to just jerk him out that seat and go back to the motel.  

Jerking your head up, you looked him square in the eye.  Biting your lip and ignoring the chaotic thoughts of fear in the back of your mind, you made the decision to be bold.  You needed this.

“Let’s go, Dean.  I’m not really hungry anymore.”  You muttered.  

Dean didn’t need anymore encouragement as he hopped up out of his seat.  He looked like a kid on Christmas morning.  He was actually giddy as he threw down a few dollars for his coffee.  The rounds of laughter from a nearby table was the first time that you had noticed.  

Everyone in there had been watching the soap opera that was occurring between the two of you.  When Dean grabbed your hand and lead you away, there were even a few rounds of applause.   One woman even cheered for you.  You could only hang your head in mortification.

Once he felt he gotten you far enough into the parking lot, Dean was attacking you.  His lips on yours in a very lewd way.  His arms locking your hips in place as he crushed you to him.  Your tongue reached out to tease his in the kiss as your confidence grew.  Dean Fucking Winchester wanted you.  He wanted you so bad that he was willing to wait and that was what made you want him.  He was a man worth giving up a part of yourself.

Dean groaned when your tongue slipped into his mouth and his instantly meet it.  They moved together as you brought your hands up around Dean’s neck.  His grip on your hips tighten as he pulled you to your tip-toes.  This third kiss was full of fire and want.   

A need for something that was growing between the two of you to blossom fully.  You moaned when he pulled back from the kiss and gently nipped at the juncture of your neck.  Placing sloppy kisses along the path, he came back up to place a fourth and sweet kiss on your lips.

“Let’s get the hell out of here.”  He groaned as he lead you to the car.  Your stomach was doing somersaults at the thought of what was to come.   The warmth that spread through you was too much and you were giggling like a schoolgirl with a crush.   Dean didn’t turn around to look at you but his own smile was purely radiant.

The trip back to the motel was just a short five minute drive.  You were shaking again by the time you had arrived, but this time because of the excitement building inside of you.   These new but old emotions that you held for Dean were the best feelings you had in years.  As Dean pulled into the motel parking lot, you allowed yourself to take in a deep breath.   

This was something you had never really thought about in your twenty eight years on earth.  Hunting kept you busy and up to your neck in monsters.  Some people dealt with it by drowning their sorrows in booze and sexual activity.  Some people took up knitting.  You happen to be one of the latter.

You bit your cheek to keep from laughing at yourself as you reached for the door handle. Your hand never came to rest on the handle so you looked up.  Dean was standing there with the door held open for you.  You let a snort pass through your nose.


“Well someone’s a gentlemen when he’s about to get some.  Ain’t he?”  You said with a chuckle.  

Dean smirked at you and held out his hand.  You grabbed it making sure to interlock fingers with him.  Hopping up and out of the seat, you quickly buried your face into his chest.  Giving a girlish squeal, you practically raced to the room door once you pulled away.


Dean was hot on your heels as he fumed with the lock on the door.  You rocked and jumped in place as you waited.  Once the door was flung open, he scooped you up bridal style.  You cried out happily and kicked your feet.  It was a replay from the other night with the spider, but this time you were ready.

Wasting no time, Dean set you down and locked the door behind you.  The sudden darkness of the cool room made your breath hitch in your throat.  This was really happening.   There was no turning back now.

You took the lead this time and moved to the buttons on your shirt.  Slowly you began to unbutton them before sliding your shirt open to reveal your lace scalloped bra.  The quiet ‘fuck’ that slipped out of Dean’s lips made you shiver with anticipation.  You slipped the material off your shoulders and pulled it so that it was in a pool at your feet.  You made quick work of your boots and socks before you stood back up.  The thought struck you that you weren’t wearing any panites under your leggings.  Your eyes widen and you stopped mid-strip tease to blush.

What kind of girl was Dean going to think you were? You slow blinked at your own thoughts.  Yeah, cause Dean Winchester was a saint with a chastity belt.   With that thought you were giggling and ruining the sexy mood you were trying to set.  Your hand came over your mouth as you doubled over in a fit of giggles.  

You might have been still slightly nervous.  You had no idea what you were doing.  You didn’t know where to put your hands.  You didn’t know if it was true about how much it could hurt.  You didn’t know….  You just didn’t know.

Dean shook his head with a low laugh.  You were the cutest thing to have ever graced this earth.  He shed his top layers and jeans before you noticed him.  Shaking your head at your own inner monologue of doom, you felt grateful when Dean pulled you close.


“Don’t worry sweetheart.  I’m going to take it slow.  You’re going to have the best first time.  That much I can promise to my girl.”  

You could only nod in response.  His hand grabbing your own as he pressed his lips against your temple.  Dean  got you to the bed without any fuss.  You shook from nerves but he held you steady against him.   His hands roaming your curves as he made quick work of your pants.  He groaned when he found that you weren’t wearing any underwear.


“So goddamn beautiful.”  He groaned as he bent down and gently kiss the skin above your sex before brining you to the bed.  He pushed your legs wide and settled between- while giving wet kisses to the inside of your thigh.   You let out a shaky breath as your hands moved to the back of his neck.


“Dean… I’m scared.”  You mumbled as his lips pressed closer to your now weeping sex.  Dean pulled away momentarily to cooed reassuring things to you.

“It’s okay, baby girl.  I’m gonna make you feel good.  No need to feel scared.”  


You nodded slowly and parted your legs further apart.  This exposed you to him completely and you couldn’t help but feel high.  This was almost like a dream.    Dean’s nearly pornographic moan made a surge of pleasure tingle through you.  The sensations causing your slickness to pool at your entrance.   He slowly kissed up your thighs before placing a kiss above your sex.  

This was going to be the best day, night, and forever you could ask for.


AN:   :D  Hope you enjoyed the update.  Sorry its short and lacking smut.  I keep lying but all the fluff keeps winning.   I promise that since I will have more time that next chapter will be THE chapter.  No more v-card for reader.  

 Feedback is greatly loved.  Please leave a comment if you have time.  I will be back with an update on Friday.  See you then and enjoy your week!

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Kristina

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Hello everyone! I’ve been getting a few asks recently about how the link to my masterlist hasn’t been working right, so I thought I’d just make a proper post and list all the links down! I hope this is better! 


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EXO / Mafia AU - They start to have feelings for you after an arranged marriage

REQUEST: GOD THAT EXO MAFIA AU WAS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING!!!! Okay now I’m calm! That was really good I read that five times already. Can you do the other way around this time? Like they’re starting to have feelings for you? Again with exo and arranged marriage?

Thank you for this request! I hope you enjoy! 💕

This is a continuation of the EXO Mafia AU, meaning that all reactions from this AU are connected and I would strongly recommend reading them together, but you can read them separately, too. Find the first EXO Mafia AU reaction (you start to have feelings for them after an arranged marriage) HERE.


Xiumin

Originally posted by hlut

Minseok low-key had feelings for you ever since the first time he saw you, or rather, saw pictures of you.

Right after his parents announced to him that they’ve found a bride for him, the first thing Minseok did was cringe at the name they used, and then he pulled his laptop out, because we do live in a modern age, and he really wanted to see what you looked like.

He wasn’t a shallow person; he knew very well that it wasn’t just the appearance that mattered, but as soon as he opened your Facebook page, he froze, staring at your picture, and quietly thinking to himself, “yes. I definitely see myself spending the rest of my life with someone who looked like that.”

Then, however, you moved in with him after the wedding and proved to him that not only were you absolutely beautiful, but you also had an attitude that made him really want to kick things sometimes.

You barely even talked to him, and if you did, it was to tell him to stop doing something that annoyed you. Like breathing.

And Minseok would have been lying if he would have said that your attitude didn’t turn him on. He never acted upon the feelings you caused him, though. At least, not until you grew more accustomed to him, and didn’t look like you were going to shoot him in the head if someone handed you a gun.

Actually, even his own parents were surprised by your hatred for them, though Minseok thought it was normal. Your families have, after all, been rivals up until your marriage to him, so naturally, you needed some time to get used to this. Which is why, Minseok, without you knowing, always defended you to his parents, who claimed that maybe they made the wrong choice by having their heir marry you.

Somehow, even when you were glaring at him from across the room, he knew that this marriage was the right choice and he patiently waited until you realized it, too.


Suho

Originally posted by asstheticsuho

Junmyeon, being the gentleman that he was, always allowed you to do everything first: enter a room, sit at the table, fall in love…

He always treated you like his wife but it took him a little longer to realize that you weren’t just his wife because he had no choice but to marry you. You were also his wife because he had feelings for you.

You went on countless dates together, and the scenario was almost always the same: Junmyeon would hold the door open for you, he’d help you take your coat off, he’d help you read the menu if it was in a foreign language (honestly, up to this day, it was still a mystery to you how he was capable of speaking so many languages), and he always looked after you.

“Is your food cold?” he asked one time when he noticed that you weren’t eating. “Because I can send it back to the chef.”

“No, I’m just not hungry for some reason,” you replied, shrugging your shoulders.

Junmyeon panicked immediately. “Why? What’s wrong? Are you sick? Do you want me to take you to the hospital? Do you want to go home?”

A little taken aback by this avalanche of questions, you laughed awkwardly.

“No, I’m okay,” you said. “But your sudden freak-out mode is starting to freak me out, too.”

“Oh,” Junmyeon said, looking down and leaning back in his chair.

It took him a moment to understand why he became so concerned all of a sudden, but then once he did, the answer was clear as day: he was falling in love with you.

“What’s with the smile?” your voice woke him up from his dream world, and he raised his head to look at you.

“Huh? It’s nothing,” he said, waving his hand in an attempt to dismiss this topic for now because he still needed time for this new revelation to settle in his mind.


Lay

Originally posted by yongguk-hell-chyeah

He met you a couple of times before the wedding, and it was obvious to him that you didn’t like him particularly much. You didn’t go out of your way to spite him, though, and that was enough for him to believe that maybe this arranged marriage would work… in the long run.

He hadn’t had time to develop any feelings for you during those couple of times that he saw you, and even if he wanted to, he probably would have tried to stop himself from crushing on you. He didn’t want to wear his heart on his sleeve when he knew there was a chance you’d never feel anything for him.

But then the wedding came. He was standing there, by the altar, feeling like this was the most stressful thing he’s ever done, even if his line of work included shooting people and putting his life on the line. In fact, he would have much rather been in a shoot-out with a rival Mafia family, than stand here, in front of everyone he knew, and wait until he married a girl he didn’t even know.

But then, you started to walk down the aisle, and his heart got caught in his throat.

Not understanding the sudden surge of emotions, he just watched you approach him. With shaky hands, he helped you take the veil off, and the way his heart squeezed when he finally saw your face let him know that he was exactly where he was supposed to be.

The realization that you were truly the one for him, calmed Yixing down enough to actually enjoy and savour every moment of this because God knows what kind of challenges awaited him after the wedding. The only good thing was that he knew he’d have you with him all through it.


Baekhyun

Originally posted by baekthecorgi

Baekhyun actually tried to stop himself from developing feelings for you.

When you first moved into his house, you were really closed off and said no to every single thing anyone from his family offered you. Even if it was work-related. So, naturally, Baekhyun, who thought that a relationship with no love was useless, was afraid that if he put his heart on the line for you, you’d grab it and break it.

But then you admitted that the reason why you weren’t participating in anything his family did was because you were afraid to fail, and Baekhyun felt his world light up again.

He promised you he’d train you and he kept his promise.

The two of you were in a shooting range his family had. You were holding a pistol in your hand while Baekhyun stood behind you and moved your hand so that you’d hit the target when you fired. And every time he guided you, your aim was perfect. But once he let go of you, you hit walls and instantly flinched, fearing that a bullet will ricochet and hit one of you.

“I told you to wear a bullet-proof vest,” you told Baekhyun with a sigh after you’ve missed your target for the fifth time in a row. “Now you make me worry about your health every time I miss.”

“Good!” Baekhyun replied with a teasing smile. “Maybe the fear of killing me will help your aim.”

“Ha ha,” you replied dryly. “I thought we came here so you could help me, not mock me.”

“I am helping you,” he said, walking behind you, so he could help you again. “But it seems to me like every time I tell you what to do, you’re not listening to me.”

Your face flushed. “I am listening. It’s just that… you’re distracting.”

“How am I distracting?” Baekhyun asked, clueless to your flustered state, because he was too focused on positioning the gun in your hand in the right way.

“You’re really… close,” you whispered the last word.

But Baekhyun heard you. And he immediately raised his eyes to meet yours, finally noticing your rosy cheeks and a shy smile.

And that’s exactly when he stopped holding himself back and just gave in to the inevitable. Trying not to fall in love was the most stupid thing he’s ever tried, which is probably why –  as he watched you try to concentrate on his words and not on his close proximity – he realized that he had failed.

His heart was already yours.


Chen

Originally posted by chensoo-l

Jongdae had a protective nature, so the need to always keep you safe came naturally to him. Needless to say, he wasn’t a big fan of the fact that you preferred walking instead of driving. This made it more difficult to protect you.

He told you numerous times to just ask his driver to take you somewhere, but you constantly refused, and eventually, this came back to bit you in the ass.

Jongdae was the one who found out that a man was stalking you. He didn’t know who this man was, but he didn’t need to; he was going to remove the threat before he hurt you. However, before that, he wanted to teach you a lesson.

Jongdae followed you to the restaurant that you had a meeting in, and carefully staked out by the entrance so he could spot your stalker when he inevitably showed up. While he waited, Jongdae sneaked some looks into the restaurant through the window, and clocked you, talking to a man twice your age and obviously struggling to understand what he was saying. Jongdae recognized the man as the head of a foreign Mafia family, and for some reason, he realized he didn’t like the fact that you were in the company of another man.

Then, he saw a masked man enter the restaurant, and his heart rate sped up immediately.

Not to cause any suspicion, for a moment, Jongdae just watched as the man circled around the hostess and chose a table next to yours. Just as the man sat down and got his hand into the pocket of his coat, Jongdae burst into the restaurant, firing his gun at the same time that the masked-man pulled his pistol out.

Jongdae hadn’t expected your stalker to actually try to kill you, but now that he thought of it, it really did seem kind of obvious. Why else would he follow you for a week?

But this thought didn’t make Jongdae feel better. If anything, it made him sick. Jongdae suddenly couldn’t believe he let this man stalk you for a whole week and he didn’t kill him just because he wanted to teach you a lesson that this was dangerous.

Well, your frightened eyes told him that you learned your lesson. And Jongdae definitely learned his. He was never going to risk your life like that again because whether his protective nature was natural, or the result of his ever-growing feelings for you, he was still going to take care of you in every way he knew how.


Chanyeol

Originally posted by parkchanyeolieoppa

He got tired of waiting until your dress was fixed, so he had left for the ball on his own. Obviously, he was curious to see what you looked like in a gown that took ages to make, but he was also really impatient.

The second he entered the ball in his father’s honor, girls started to circle him. This always tended to happen. Chanyeol was a nice person, and just like everyone else, he enjoyed the attention he received, so he didn’t shoo any of those girls away, choosing to enjoy their company instead.

But everything they said completely flew over his head, because in a few moments, the most beautiful girl he’s ever laid his eyes on walked through the door. It took Chanyeol a couple of moments to realize that this girl – who seemed to be illuminating the whole room and making heads turn as she walked – was his wife.

And she was angrily making her way towards him.

Not losing the amused expression, Chanyeol watched as you not-so-subtly told the girls around him to fuck off.

He swore he has never received a better compliment.

The most beautiful girl in the room, no competition, was jealous of the few girls – whose faces Chanyeol forgot as soon as he saw you – who were talking to him. He felt pride mix with amusement in his stomach, and he couldn’t resist the urge to smirk.

Watching you get possessive over him, made him feel like a winner. You were definitely the prize here, that was obvious to everyone. And you were his.

That was, Chanyeol realized, his biggest achievement.


D.O.

Originally posted by daenso

Kyungsoo had a feeling that just like nearly everyone else on this planet, you were afraid of him, too. And it really upset him because he would never even think about hurting you.

You were the most innocent thing he’s ever seen. Of course, you knew how to manipulate people and if you really tried, you could definitely kick someone’s ass, but you were so small and fragile in Kyungsoo’s eyes that he just wanted to keep you in a bulletproof room so you were always safe.

When Kyungsoo scared you one night and you literally pulled a gun on him, not realizing that it was him, he truly felt hurt.

It was like all of this time he only speculated that you were afraid of him, but then he turned around and you looked even more scared than before you knew it was him.

The pain he felt of having not yet proven to you that you’re the last person he’d ever lay a hand on, was indescribable and he felt suffocated by it. But along with it came the realization that he’s never had a person like that before. He had a reputation of hurting those who crossed him for a reason, and now, all of a sudden, he had you.

His wife. His reality. His love.

He took a deep breath and moved his hand to gently touch your cheek. “Please don’t be afraid of me.”

This was the first time he said those words to anyone and he meant it. Although he didn’t tell you he loved you outright, the sincerity in his voice let you know that his feelings for you ran deeper than you could have ever imagined.


Kai

Originally posted by intokai

Jongin was somewhat cautious around new people. Even if one of these people were his wife. A few months after the wedding, he thought he had already gotten used to you, but then he found out you had a hobby that brought all of his paranoia up.

You loved to cook.

And it took you two months to find the courage to offer to cook him dinner. Not wanting to hurt your feelings, he agreed, although he knew it would take him every single ounce of strength to take even the smallest bite.

Jongin watched every move you made when you started to cook and you were truly starting to feel a little uncomfortable but you tried to tell yourself that he just wanted to guess what you were cooking. In reality, Jongin intensely eyed the products you used, because he couldn’t let go of the fact that his father died when his second wife poisoned his meal.

The wife was dead – obviously – but so was his father. And ever since he found out what happened, he has never eaten anything other people have cooked, unless someone tasted his food first.

But there he was, almost two years after his father’s death, sitting at the dinner table, a plate of freshly-cooked food in front of him, and your expectant face on his right.

“Go on, try it,” you encouraged. “No need to look like I’m trying to poison you.”

You tried to lighten the mood with this innocent joke but Jongin took a deep breath and finally raised his fork to his mouth.

Right before Jongin swallowed the food, he realized why his father was never suspicious of his wife’s cooking. Why he never expected to be poisoned.

It was because he loved her.

And as Jongin waited for a moment after having swallowed the food, he realized that he was stepping over his long-time fear because he didn’t want to make you sad. He would have rather experienced the effect of poisoned food first-hand than disappoint you by not trying the food that you made at all.

And this made no sense to him, but he never believed that everything had to make sense, anyway. So, he rolled with it.

So what if you decided to poison him?

The smile on your face when you saw him take a bite would have been worth it.


Sehun

Originally posted by awwsehun

He liked you. It was simple as that. He never felt any hate towards you, he just simply liked you. Platonically.

He knew you had a hard time getting used to being married and living in his house, so he did everything he could to make it a little more bearable for you. On top of that, he felt kind of guilty about not having introduced you to his family’s tradition before the wedding.

Every single member of his family had to have the symbol of the family tattooed on their wrist. It was the husband who tattooed the wife, and it was the way it always was, but Sehun still felt like they should have made an exception for you. He managed to reach a compromise with his parents – instead of getting a tattoo right after your wedding, you’d get one once you finally adjusted to this new life.

However, the day you were supposed to get a tattoo came sooner than he expected.

Seeing you shake in fear made Sehun panic and he considered talking to his parents about this again. He was sure he could find a way to avoid ruining your delicate skin with black ink.

“You’re still part of the family, with or without the tattoo,” he told you, even though you were already sitting in the chair, desperately trying to calm yourself down.

Taking a deep breath, you gave him an encouraging look. “I know. But I want you to do this.”

Nodding, Sehun grabbed the needle with a lot more confidence.

As he watched the symbol of his family come to life on your wrist, he couldn’t help but think about the sacrifice you were making. You were basically confirming that you’ll stay a part of his family for the rest of your life, forgetting every other relationship that ever tied you to your own family.

Sehun knew you must have realized that this symbol would mark you as the property of his family, and he had so much admiration for you for doing this.

Then, once he finished the tattoo and looked at it, thoughts about future clouded his head. You and him celebrating your first anniversary. You and him moving out of the family house to live together. You and him having children and actually feeling like a family. You and him together… for the rest of your lives.

And he raised his head from your tattoo to give you a smile.

He didn’t like you anymore. He loved you.

Making New Rules

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: After Papa Stark finds his daughter and Peter getting steamy, he decides they need to settle some rules if those two are going to become an item.

word count:1798

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Originally posted by tonybeifong

To say dinner was awkward was an understatement. Neither of them knew what to say or do, especially since every time the teenagers glanced at each other Tony sent glares in Peter’s direction.

Y/n couldn’t believe her father. Hadn’t he been the one that suggested they dated each other? Sure, he had find them making out in her bed, but still! She glared back at him, trying to make him drop his attitude.

Everyone could feel the tension in the air, especially with the silence that filled the room. Peter wanted to make some conversation, but he knew if he did Mr. Stark might throw the knife at him. He felt really bad about dating his daughter, the one girl that was off limits, but still, he couldn’t believe the girl he had had a crush for over a year actually liked him back. It felt too good to be real.

Everyone ate their food lost in their own thoughts, trying their hardest to avoid what they knew was next. Y/n knew her father would have a “friendly” conversation with Peter, which would scare him off, just like every other boyfriend of hers. The difference was she would actually care if this one went away.

They spend the longest hour eating, but after it was obvious what they were doing Tony finally stand up, dragging the chair loudly, making both teenagers look at him.

“Well Peter, if you’re done pretending to eat, I’ll like to have a word or two with you, in private”

Peter stared at Y/n and back at her father. He knew she couldn’t save him from this one. He had to go with him and hope for the best. He stood up and followed as Mr. Stark went into his office, not waiting for him. He glanced back at the girl one more time, and just the sight of her giving him an apologetic and worried look was enough for him to gather some courage and finally step into the room.

He closed the door behind him and looked around the office, until he finally spotted the man, looking through the big glass wall, staring at the city under them. He approached him slowly, remaining a couple feet behind him.

“Peter, you see the city, all the people in it? How many people do you think there are in New York? How many girls? There has to be at least a dozen girls in it, different sizes, shapes, ages”

“I uhh- I guess there are many”

“Then-” Tony turned around and faced him, getting a step closer to him “Why did you choose the one girl I told you not to?”

Before Peter could even open his mouth Mr. Stark was talking again, not caring about his actual answer.

“My girl is the most important thing for me! If all you wanted was a pretty face to fool around with I can introduce you to someone! Obviously not prettier than Y/n, cause she has like, really good genes- but still”

Peter could not believe what he was listening to. It had taken him a whole year for Y/n to notice him, he wasn’t about to give up on the girl of his dreams.

“It’s not like that! I- I don’t- I don’t want anybody else!”

“Why not?!”

“Because she is Y/n! I mean- her looks are a bonus but I want to get to know her, I want her to fall for me and make her happy. She is not only intelligent but also the kindest person, and she is also very funny and I just-really like her”

“How would you know? It’s not like you ever talked to her before!”

“I didn’t knew I had a chance until yesterday! If I weren’t spider man she would’ve rejected me!”

As soon as the words left Peter mouth he realised it wasn’t the smartest idea, but it was already too late. The man in front of him got an upset and angry look that suggested he wanted to murder him in the spot.

“If you really think that way about my daughter then you shouldn’t date her”

Peter knew it was wrong to even think about it, but honestly, why would the perfect girl even glance in his direction if it weren’t for the suit? Also, she just made a move once she realised who he was.

“Why else would she even think of dating me? I’m nothing compared to her”

Tony sighed as he took a seat in the couch in his office, patting the seat beside him for Peter. The boy went and sat next to him, as the man spoke.

“Lemme tell you a story about Y/n’s first day at school Peter. I thought that maybe homeschooling wasn’t the best option for her, so hey, why not send her to a public school? Get her to have the whole high school experience right? However after she arrived from her first day I knew I  was fucked. Peter, why do you think Y/n is so popular?”

“Because of you?”

“Exactly! So like at first it was ok, she had a ton of friends, but all of the sudden all the boys wanted to get into her pants, apparently you included- But she never payed attention to none, until that first day she arrived home from school and started rambling about a familiar sounding boy-

“She said she had seen the cutest boy in her Chemistry class. Apparently not only was he “cute” but also super smart.”

Tony proceed to try to imitate his daughter puppy eyes and her voice, making a lovesick grin while he continued.

“I’m telling you dad! He has the softest brown eyes! And curly hair and he is just- the most handsome boy I’ve ever seen. He is also super smart and- has like all the answers for everything! He is in the decathlon team and seriously dad, he might be smarter than your geniuses in the lab down here!”

“Everyday she would come home with one of her stories about cute brown eyes boy, until she finally discovered your name and told me”

Peter had never felt so confused. Did Y/n liked him since so long ago? Why hadn’t she said anything? They had both been pinning when they could have actually been together?

“So, you see why I’m not into the idea of you guys dating? You’re the one boy that might actually hurt my daughter, or take her away from me”

“I would never do either of those things. I really like her and I know- I know how it feels to lose people, I would never do that to you”

Tony finally loosen up to his words and gave him a side hug, while ruffling his hair.

“I know you mean no harm kid, but she is the most important person in my life, we gotta settle some rules if you really want to be with her”

“I do, and I promise I’ll try to follow them this time”

“So, first rule, no touching kid, even though you already broke that rule, try to keep your hands to yourself”

Peter knew that rule was going to be broken many times, and Tony seemed to realise as he pushed the boy and punched his arm.

“You could at least try! Okay new rule, no touching in front of me, and once the time is right we’ll have a safe talk- but that doesn’t mean I give you permission to bone my daughter!”

“What? No- Of course not! Okay so, second rule?”

“Your job is to protect her, if I’m not around then it’s your duty! Don’t let people find out about her and you being spider man! Don’t let your enemies get close to her or I swear I’ll kill you myself kiddo”

“I won’t let them anywhere near her I promise”

“Last but not least you have to maker her the happiest girl okay? She comes home crying because of you and I’ll make sure you pay for it Peter, and I mean it- especially if you break my rules. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for my daughter”

“I know Mr. Stark- and also- I- I wanted to apologize for before. I shouldn’t have betrayed your trust, especially after everything you’ve done for me and-”

“I’m sorry Peter, I overreacted- and to be honest, I’ll rather have her date you than any other asshole. Anyways, We should go met Y/n, she must think I already killed you”

With these final words Tony got up and opened the door as he called for Y/n to come in, even though she was probably pretending not to spy on them.

“Everything’s settled then, I have a meeting to go, you guys finish your homework. Goodbye honey”

He kissed Y/n’s forehead, ignoring the surprised look she gave him and stepped out, leaving them alone.

“God what did he told you? I thought I’d heard some yelling in here”

The girl came next to him and cuddled beside him as he hugged her from the side.

“He was actually very cool about it, he even told me some interesting stuff”

She looked at him while Peter played with her hair, a knowing grin in his face.

“What did he told you?”

“Just stuff”

“Tell meeee!”

“He might’ve told me the story about the soft brown eyed boy”

She blushed and hide her face in his chest, as he laughed at her reaction.

“I can’t believe you had a crush on me!”

“Pete stop it! We’re dating!”

“Still! I still can’t believe it tho, we could’ve been dating for almost a year!

“Well, it’s your fault we had to wait all this time! You should’ve asked me out!”

“Well, you never talked to me either! How was I supposed to know you liked awkward dorky Peter?”

“That’s because I always thought you saw me as a mean superficial bimbo girl! I never thought you’d go out with someone like that! At least not when there were a dozen of girls better than me!”

Peter looked down at the girl in his arms and removed the hair from her face, cupping her cheek and bringing her close to him. She looked perfect next to him, looking expectantly at him, trying to get closer before he talked again.

“You’re the only girl for me”

He finally pulled her in for a kiss. This one felt different. It was sweet and slow, making his heart full with happiness. He knew next to her he didn’t had to worry about anything else, he had all the time in the world by her side.

“I guess the wait was worth it”

“It totally was”

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Flux: The Beginning (M) | 03

Prequel of Bliss | parts: 01 | 02 | 03

Character: Yoongi x reader x Jungkook

Genre/words: Smut, Poly!AU, Slow Burn, Angst / 12,819 words

Summary: One of them is your longtime crush, while the other is the man which you had shared your secrets with on many heated nights filled with lust and forbidden desire. You had sworn that it would end, and that secret crush would remain a secret.

Warning: mentions of alcohol, dirty talk, threesome, graphic smut scenes

a/n: More notes and details at the bottom of this fic. I’m super nervous about this that I had to edit this multiple times but I hope you guys will like it^^;


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911 / mr. lonely - peter parker x reader

fandom: the avengers/peter parker

word count: 1335

character pairing: tom holland’s peter parker x reader

warnings: none ion think

prompt: Hey dude I read that cuddling helps you sleep better, you wanna try it out? (taken from this prompt list)

notes: i watched spider-man yesterday and i busted a fat nut bc it was everything i expected and more. the fucking rubble scene fucked me up so bad omg. tom holland has been, is and always WILL be my unproblematic fave. anyways enjoy i’ve been gone for like a week. (again, gif isn’t mine. idk whose it is. props 2 them n stuff. u guys rock) UHHHHH ALSO i wrote these all in microsoft word instead of wattpad (lmao) so everything is capitalized now???? weird. 

Hey dude I read that cuddling helps you sleep better, you wanna try it out?

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Sleep has never been a close friend of yours.

You often lay awake at night, staring at your ceiling until sun shone through your windows, and you were forced to get out of bed and start your day. Of course, the rest of the team wasn’t aware of your sleeping habits, until one day, you collapsed during training before even getting hit.

“I’m worried about you, kid,” Tony explained, sliding you a cup of coffee. “you might be a superhero, but you need sleep just as much as the rest of the world.” You raised an eyebrow as you took a sip of the bitter drink.

“I could say the same to you,” you drawled, placing your mug on it’s coaster. “I’m not sure what exactly it is you expect me to do, Tony. Try sleeping? Trust me, I’ve tried. I just… can’t.”

“Maybe you need a cuddle buddy,” Tony joked, placing his cup in the sink and leaning against the counter. “if you’re ever down for a bit of a cuddle, you know where to find me.”

“No thanks, old man,” you grinned at his glare. “I think what I need is a drug to knock me out for 8 hours.” Due to your enhancement, there was no over-the-counter drug that could bring you the sleep you desperately needed.

Tony snorted. “A horse tranquilizer, you mean?” you felt a lot better after flipping the bird to his back.

That night, you were preparing for another sleepless 8 hours when a knock on the door made you get out of bed earlier than you expected.

“Peter?” the last person you expected at your door was Peter Parker, yet there he was, standing in his pyjamas with a pillow in his hands. “What are you doing here? Is everything alright?”

He nodded quickly, and you caught the way his fingers tapped against his thighs nervously. “Yeah, yeah, everything’s cool,” he said easily. “Um, Mr. Stark mentioned that you’ve been having trouble sleeping?”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “He did?” Peter only nodded in response. “Well, I hope you’re here with a couple of lines of ketamine, because that’s probably my only cure at this point.” You laughed when Peter’s eyes widened. “I’m kidding. Relax. Come in.” He walked in, allowing you to close the door behind him. You walked ahead of him, taking a seat at the edge of your bed. “So what’s up?”

Peter cleared his throat, and took a seat next to you, holding his pillow to his chest. “Well, I read that cuddling helps you sleep better. Wanna try it out?” Your jaw dropped, and Peter began to panic. “W-Well- Uh, I only meant- Like, you know what? I’m just gonna-.”

“Wait!” you grabbed his wrist to stop him from leaving, pulling him back. “wait, uh. I think that might work, actually.” Truthfully, you had no faith in this plan and wherever Peter read this, was probably not a reliable source. But Peter was hot and you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t have the slightest of crushes on him.

Peter looked hopeful. “Really?”

“Yeah,” you shrugged and took his pillow from him. “wouldn’t hurt to try, right?” Peter’s heart was racing as he nodded, watching you place his pillow next to yours and climb into bed. “You coming?”

“H-Huh? Oh yeah, yeah, of course,” he said, walking over to the opposite side of the bed and climbing under the covers. He turned onto his side to face you, raising an eyebrow at your stiff figure. “Is this your first time cuddling someone?” You nodded bashfully, and he grinned. “Well, come closer, first of all.”

You shuffled closer to him, swallowing thickly. “Like this?”

He covered up his laughter with a cough, reaching over to take your hand. “Is this okay?” he asked, looping an arm over your waist and tugging your body closer to his, chests pressed together. He waited for you to nod and curl your hands up on his chest before continuing. “Relax,” he said, one of his hands coming up to brush the wisps of hair away from your face. “you know I’m not gonna hurt you.”

That wasn’t your issue. You knew Peter would never hurt you; he was too gentle of a soul for that. But you weren’t kidding when you told Peter this was your first time cuddling. You didn’t know how to do this- what if you messed up? Could you mess up? You weren’t sure how these things worked.

“I know,” you said quietly, feeling yourself relax against Peter’s body. “this is just-,”

“New?” He guessed. You nodded. “Don’t worry. Cuddling comes naturally. You’ll get it.”

And eventually, you did. You weren’t sure how long the two of you were lying there, just talking, but eventually, you’d stopped, feeling yourself become less and less cognitive and sleepier. This was a new sensation to you, seeing as you were actually ready to fall asleep before 7:00am. You remember pushing your face into the crook where Peter’s shoulder and neck met, letting out a content sigh. That’s how you fell asleep, you think, with Peter’s hand splayed across your back, breathing quietly into your hair.

So of course, you woke up half on top of him, one of your legs slotted between his. Peter had an arm around your waist, holding you steady atop of him. One of your arms was crossed over his chest, your thumb pressed to his cheek. This was the most peaceful state you’d been in, in a long time.

“Holy shit, he did it!”

Peter cracked open a bleary eye to see four of the earth’s mightiest heroes peaking their head through your bedroom door, which was hardly cracked open. His eyes shot open once he realized the position the two of you were in, glancing down at your sleeping body then back up at Tony, who had his eyes narrowed and teeth gritted.

“Fuck, he’s awake.”

“Hands to yourself, Parker.”

Sorry, Mr. Stark! Peter mouthed as you somehow managed to move closer onto Peter, nose brushing his neck. He remained helpless as you breathed slowly, obviously still asleep- so he thought.

“Are you guys seriously spying on them?” Peter could detect Steve’s voice and silently thanked the heavens for his sudden appearance. “Come on, let the kids sleep. They deserve it.” As Steve escorted everyone away, and re-closed the bedroom door, Peter relaxed, squeezing you lightly and resting his cheek on top of your head. He knew there was no way he was going to get back to sleep, but he was willing to lay there and hold you until you woke up, if that’s what you needed.

“Are they gone?” you hummed, your voice still scratchy from sleep. You stretched, arching your back as you yawned. “God, that was an invasion of privacy. Sorry for this, by the way. I’m kinda all over you.”

“I don’t- I don’t mind,” Peter stuttered, suddenly very aware of all the ways your body pressed against his. “Really. I’m glad you found a way to sleep.”

You propped yourself up on your elbow, staring down at Peter with a sort of fondness you couldn’t identify. He looked really good, for someone who just woke up. His hair was a fluffy mess that stuck up instead of combed to the side, and you couldn’t deny that he suited it. And you never really cared for brown eyes until you saw them on Peter’s face.

“Thanks, Parker,” you said, leaning down to press your lips to his cheek. “I appreciate it.” You rolled out of bed, and you could feel Peter’s eyes on you as you stretched. Holding back your laughter, you made your way to your washroom. “I’ll see you around.”

“Y-Yeah, no problem! Anytime,” he stuttered, watching the bathroom door close behind you. He touched his hand to his cheek, and grinned. “anytime.”

Wanna One Kang Daniel Prince! AU (Part 2)

Here’s the second part of the Prince AU. You can find part 1 here and part 3 here; enjoy! (You + Kang Daniel)

Originally posted by seong-wu


  • School started up again soon after the holidays, and you were all ball of nerves about seeing Daniel again
  • You weren’t sure how you two would act together at school, if there would be any difference
  • If you two talked, the entire female population would attack you; and if your friendship had to be kept a secret, you would be disappointed
  • On the first day back, you could hardly focus in any of your classes before math
  • When the bell rang for you to leave your previous period, you ran to the bathroom and checked yourself out in the mirror, simultaneously scolding yourself
  • why am I this shaken up over him Jesus christ (Y/N) get it together
  • You shook your head in disbelief at yourself as you finally just sucked it up and walked to math
  • You trudged in the room, sketchily looking around with your head down, before you heard someone call out to you
  • “Hey (Y/N), we are switching seats this semester, come sit here!! Let’s be seat partners!” Daniel called out to you, a huge smile on his face, patting the seat next to him
  • He… he really just lives freely, doesn’t he? Take a lesson from him, (Y/N).
  • You couldn’t hide your happiness as you sat down next to him, right in the front of the class
  • “You’re good at math, right, (Y/N)? I’m totally going to cheat off you now!!” Daniel exclaimed, relentlessly poking your arm
  • The class soon started, and you both just played hangman and tictactoe and chatted over a piece of notebook paper, the teacher rolling her eyes at the both of you
  • You two weren’t disturbing anyone, and the teacher knew that 1. Daniel wouldn’t pay attention either way, and 2. you would do well on your tests/quizzes anyway
  • Suddenly, school had become a lot more fun
  • Word spread quickly around the school, that Daniel had a new friend… a new girl friend.
  • Suddenly you started getting weird looks from people, and sudden requests to become your friend
  • You were taken aback by the sudden attention, but didn’t do anything about it
  • You just hung out with a couple of your old friends, who thankfully didn’t even bother questioning you about Daniel at all; they seemed to know you would tell them when you were ready
  • They had already known about your childhood friendship with Daniel, anyway
  • Ong and Jaehwan, though, got all the information they needed from Daniel
  • They learned the entire story, and they had also known that you were Daniel’s old friend
  • Anyway you didn’t see Daniel really for the rest of the school day, because you two were in different classes/years, so it wasn’t a surprise when you didn’t meet him again
  • This pattern continued throughout the week: having fun with Daniel in math, only for him to be whisked off to the palace by his bodyguards as soon as school ended every day
  • But something different happened on the Friday of that week
  • As you walked out of school ready to bike home, but your bike was nowhere to be found
  • Instead, you saw two men in black suits standing near the racks
  • “Please come with us, Miss (Y/L/N). Your bike is in the car,” one said, pointing at a sleek black car parked in front of the school. “The Royal Family requests your presence at the palace.”
  • “Uhhh what nobody told me about this,” you mumbled, as the men leaded you towards the car
  • You entered the car, to find Daniel in the seat next to you
  • “What’s up?”
  • “As if I would know, dumbass,” you rolled your eyes, punching his arm
  • For the car ride to the palace, you and Daniel just theorized about various reasons that the King and Queen would want to talk to you
  • “Maybe you clogged one of the toilets at the party”
  • “What the hell, man”
  • “Or you fell asleep on the couch in that room and drooled on it and now you have to replace it hA”
  • “jesus fuck Dan just shut up”
  • ET CETERA
  • When you two finally arrived at the palace, you two got out of the car, Daniel slamming the door behind him as you tried to exit from his side after him
  • “Prince. Please don’t delay us, we need to meet the Queen and King.” a stern voice called (probably one of the bodyguards), shutting up Daniel’s weird laughter (you know what I’m talking about)
  • “Ha, take that loser,” you called back at him, exiting the car
  • “You’re the loser, have fun with whatever my parents want you for,” Daniel said, playfully shoving you, walking away from you and the guards, probably to his own room
  • “Prince, you also have to come along, the King and Queen also want to see you.” A guard said, confusing the both of you
  • What matter could concern the both of you? Another party? What is going on
  • You and Daniel were both sat down in a very fancy looking room, with multiple seats arranged around a round table
  • You two whispered to each other, before the King and Queen entered, sitting down across from you both
  • “Daniel! (Y/N)! How are you both? How was your day at school today?” The Queen excitedly asked
  • You both looked at each other in confusion, before saying what you had “learned” in math today, Daniel revealing that you were now seat mates with one another
  • “Oh, well that’s just great! Glad to see you two are getting along so well, it looks like you two should be able to settle down together very well in the future,” The King said, bobbing his head in an approving nod
  • You and Daniel were in complete confusion, staring at Daniel’s parents as they both beamed at you two
  • “Ah, well I guess we haven’t really explained this properly, but you two get the gist, no?” The Queen said, catching sight of your confused gazes. “Well it’s obvious that (Y/N) here is the most reasonable choice for the Princess; out of all the women we have seen for the past couple of years have not even come close to the bright and genuine aura (Y/N) exudes! You two are perfect together!”
  • Your mouth had dropped open, blankly staring at the King and Queen, who were just excitedly giggling to themselves
  • You turned your eyes to Daniel, his eyes narrowed at his parents
  • “You two can’t be serious. How can you force her to get married at such a young age? Shouldn’t she have input in this matter?”
  • You blankly nodded. Marriage? What the hell?
  • You had wanted to get closer to Daniel, but marriage? That was a rest of life thing here, and you were perfectly content with your crush on him; being the Princess would make your life so unbelievably complicated
  • “Oh, well we don’t want you two to get married now, at least finish your college first, we just thought that you should both just be aware of this arrangement,” The King clarified
  • “Still! How can you expect to even want to commit to this now?” Daniel stood up, his hands on the table, as you nodded along
  • You didn’t dare speak out against the King and Queen, so you were thankful at least Daniel was being sane here
  • “Oh, well (Y/N) technically doesn’t have to commit to the marriage now, we just at least want the both of you to give a shot at a relationship and living together. We aren’t letting (Y/N) pass by, she is the first girl we have approved of in the years we have been looking for someone. Don’t take this as a joke, Daniel. You know the legacy of the family name is very important to the establishment of our rule.” The Queen said
  • “Yes, and if it happens that after trying with one another that (Y/N) or you do not feel like this is the best arrangement, then we will not have to continue with the marriage. What we are asking is very reasonable in our opinion; we aren’t forcing anything onto you in the long term. We are just kindly requesting that you will both make an attempt. This is a very serious matter.” The King continued
  • Well, that didn’t sound so bad. You two could just hang out for sometime, and then say that you two just want to remain as friends in the end.
  • You looked at Daniel and shrugged, signaling that this was fine with you
  • Daniel sighed, and nodded at his parents, grabbing your hand and leading you out of the room
  • You forgot sometimes, but Daniel was really a Prince, he really was royalty. For fuck’s sake, he was Prince of the entire country
  • For how down-to-earth he is, you sometimes forgot that you two really had completely different lives.
  • Daniel silently dragged you to a flight of stairs, leading you up to the second floor. You hadn’t been up there since you were like five
  • Happy memories flooded you as you stared down the huge hallways, remembering the old times where you, Daniel and Jisung used to race down the corridors
  • You were caught up in your own thoughts, not noticing that Daniel had led you into a huge bedroom
  • Daniel finally said something
  • Well, it was not really a coherent word
  • More like a primal scream, as he jumped face first onto a humongous bed that looked really fluffy
  • He let out really weird sounds into his pillow, slamming his legs repeatedly into the mattress
  • You walked up to him, poking his shoulder, making Daniel stop and stare at you through half-lidded eyes
  • “Try it, (Y/N). It’s therapeutic.” Daniel said, turning his face back into the white bedsheets, scooting over to make room for you
  • You weren’t even skeptical; you plunged onto the bed, both of you acting like deranged demonic toddlers
  • The both of you, at the moment, had nothing to say to one another – you both were equally taken aback at this sudden news, and for the time being, this was all you two could do
  • After a couple minutes of this… exorcism or whatever it was, your cries of the both of you just turned into tired sighs, once in a while kicking the bed
  • And without realizing it, you just fell asleep in Daniel’s super comfortable bed
  • “Do you want to stay for dinner today? It’s already evening,” Daniel called to you from the other side of the bed, facing away from you
  • He was met with silence, and crawled over to you in response, pulling your hair
  • Still receiving no reaction from you, he peered over your motionless body to see your eyes shut, deeply asleep
  • “That fast? Stupid,” Daniel laughed, about to pinch your nose to stop you from breathing, before his hand stopped in front of your face
  • He looked at you, unable to stop his concerns from popping into his mind
  • Wife? Princess? (Y/N)? We just reunited as friends, and now that has to change?
  • He breathed out, moving his hand back and plopping back on the bed next to you
  • Not that I would mind (Y/N) as the princess, he thought, staring at the back of your head
  • Pretty funny that this is even happening, I used to joke about marrying her when we were kids…
  • Daniel knew that for royal families, marrying someone you truly love is a very rare occurrence, and most marriages are completely arranged
  • I’m lucky enough Mom and Dad are trying to find someone who is more than a business deal, but that would mean (Y/N) would have to be cooped up in the palace for the rest of her life, and live completely in the public’s eye…
  • Daniel deeply sighed and smothered his face in his pillow again, pushing all the thoughts that were consuming him out of his mind
  • Ah whatever, this is so confusing, let’s just forget about all of this now
  • He forgot all about bugging you for dinner, and fell into sleep next to you
  • zzzzzzzzz….
  • You two slept peacefully for around an hour before a sharp noise blared into Daniel’s room
  • “Prince? Miss (Y/L/N)? Dinner is ready. Please come to the dining room,” a voice called through an intercom, waking the both of you up
  • You opened you eyes, and rolled around in the bed, only to come face to face with Daniel
  • You were about to scream, slapping your hand over your mouth, your heart rapidly picking up pace
  • jesus christ could I get a warning here?
  • You stared at Daniel’s face, his teeth gritting together once in a while as he slept – the intercom failed to wake him up
  • I can’t believe this is happening, getting to spend time with him… but marriage? Isn’t that a bit much…
  • You were deep in thought, before the voice from the speakers blared again, asking you two to immediately come down
  • “Daniel, Daniel wake up,” you said, gently shaking him so that he would wake up
  • “Stopppp ittttt,” Daniel whined, pulling the blanket to cover him face
  • You couldn’t help but laugh at his sudden burst of cuteness, seeming like a little kid, making you think of similar situations when you two were younger
  • Jisung and you would always team up and torture Daniel with tickle fights (he was super sensitive) when he was sleeping
  • Without realizing, your hands had slid under the blanket, grabbing Daniel’s torso and evilly giggling before you started violently tickling him
  • “(Y/N)!!!!!! YOU BETTER STOP THIS!!!”
  • “nEVER!!!!” (lmao never) you screamed back at him, before he grabbed you and started tickling you back
  • “wha- NO NO NO NO NO NO NO STOP NO” you gasped, out of breath, as you writhed under his grasp, unable to fight back
  • “HA, take THAT” Daniel yelled, tackling you and flipping you over in bed, pinning both your hands with one arm while tickling you with the other
  • “DANIEL STOP YOU’RE SO FUCKING HEAVY GET OFF ME”
  • “YOU SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT THAT BEFORE YOU ATTACKED ME BITCH”
  • “Looks like you two are getting along quite well.” a different voice called out to you, making both you and Daniel freeze in place, you pinned under him, the both of you realizing just how close to one another you two were
  • You both looked up in unison, finding a bodyguard dude at the door with his arms crossed, the King and Queen behind him
  • You and Daniel sprang apart, desperately claiming to all three that it wasn’t what they were thinking, still breathing heavily from the tickling
  • “I knew something was going on; Daniel’s never late for dinner,” the Queen snickered, dragging the King and the bodyguard out of the room, saying that they should “let you two do what you needed”
  • There was no point in arguing with the King and Queen, after all they were the ones who wanted you two to get married
  • You and Daniel stood there in his room, quiet once again, your face heating up in embarrassment
  • You looked up at Daniel, his own eyes darting shyly around the room to avoid your gaze, his own cheeks tinged with a pink blush
  • You two just stood there like the awkward people you are, until your stomach growled, the weird atmosphere between the two of you instantly clearing
  • “Okay, (Y/N), we’ll go eat now, whatever you say,” Daniel said, patting your stomach, making you jerk back in response, still sensitive from the tickle fight but mostly shocked from the sudden contact
  • “Too soon, man, too soon,” you managed to blurt out, kicking him, running out of his room to the dining room, to escape from Daniel
  • Daniel… he still acts like the kid he used to be… but it feels so different now…
  • Do I like him for real?

Part 1, Part 3


A/N: Sorry for that kinda sudden ending, lmao. This was getting kinda long and I wanted to post for y’all :) I guess this AU isn’t wrapping up yet, wanted the progression to be ~natural~ so looks like there will be another part of this, at the least.

Thanks for your patience and sorry for not updating in the past few days! 

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Two weeks had passed since you started working for Kim Jongin, the weather outside was getting colder and the Christmas vibe was starting to be more and more strong. All around Seoul people put their Christmas decorations, transforming the usually black and white city into a colorful flower. In your apartment building your neighbours hung their best lights, they even already did their Christmas tree and you started to pull out your decorations. Even the Kim’s Company adorned the building with beautiful red and white lights that looked very expensive.

We decorated a Christmas tree and❞ Taeoh jumped around you as you walked into the company building ❝and we saw a Christmas movie where Santa Claus, he put a gift under the tree

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Imagine Jared and Misha teasing Jensen because you, his favorite actress and celebrity crush, got a part in Supernatural and he acts like a fanboy.

“So how’s it going guys? It’s been quite some time since I last saw you and so much has changed!” the interviewer said with a smile as the three men nodded their heads.

“Oh yeah definitely! I mean I- I died, so there’s that.” Misha said with a shrug and Jared and Jensen snickered “You know-” he spoke up again, raising a finger “I think the only sad thing about it is that it wasn’t Jared that did it, it’s sad for him at least.” he looked at the taller man you nodded his head with a grin.

“Agree, absolutely agree! So I am just here and apologizing to you Misha, I will try harder next time to convince the writers to let me do that!” he said and Misha laughed himself.

“Well, glad to know you guys are taking well to that!” she laughed.

“Oh yeah, he’s a Winchester. He’ll be back, we don’t worry about that.” Jensen shook his head and Misha grinned.

“I love just how normal this sounds in the fandom to be honest!” she chuckled “Speaking of which: there has been a new addition to it, right?”

“Uh the Nephilim, right?” Jared spoke up with a smile “Yeah, I am sure this will be so much fun, we have already filmed a couple scenes and I’ve read some of the future scenes too and it’s all so much I honestly didn’t know they could take it this far! I really think he’s one of the most interesting characters we’ve ever had.”

“That’s amazing, try not to kill him to fast boys.” she chuckled an they laughed.

“Well, I’ll- I’ll try to hold Jared back since he wants to turn this into Friday the 13th all of a sudden!” Jensen said with a grin, pointing at his friend.

“Me or you? Dude, we need to avenge our friend’s death even if he is not directly responsible!” Jared shook hs head with a laugh.

“You said you’d like to kill me yourself just a second ago!” Misha exclaimed and Jared shrugged.

“That’s exactly what I mean. Took away the perfect opportunity!” he said so simply that it actually made everybody laugh.

“Glad to see you still love each other just as much as the first day, even after all these years.” she said with a giggle.

“Oh trust me!” Jensen piped in “I still want to off both of them just as much as the first day of meeting them!”

“Seriously?” Misha laughed at him as Jensen grinned “What am I supposed to say then you assholes?” he said in disbelief and Jensen shook his head, laughing wholeheartedly.

“Yes, yes we really are a family here as you can see!” Jared said with a big smile.

“That is great to see then.” she chuckled, flipping through her card for the next question “Other than this one addition to the show, one we’ve really been waiting for actually there was one that has been announced this summer and it really surprised everybody! I’m talking about a new ally that we may not know the actual name of but know is going to be one hell of an appearance since she’s portrayed by an amazing actress as (Y/n)!” she said with a grin and Misha and Jared smiled widely as the glanced at Jensen, whose head hang low.

“Oh there we go.” he mumbled and she raised an eyebrow.

“And that would mean?” she asked as she too a look at the snickering Jared and Misha.

“You know I actually thought I was going to avoid the embarrassment but nope, here comes possibly the worst moments of my life.” Jensen rested his chin on his palm and sighed, a little too dramatically.

“Why so?”

“You’ll see. Oh you’ll see.” Jensen mumbled, glancing at his friends from the corner of his eyes.

“Oh relax, we’re not gonna embarrass you… a lot.” Misha said with a shrug as Jensen scoffed.

“Well, let me explain everything cause you seem confused.” Jared got on a serious face and Jared just hid his face behind his hands at what was coming “Jensen is a fan of (Y/n)’s. Like not the normal kind, if there is that, no. Not the ‘Oh I love your movies, can I have an autograph?’ absolutely not. He’s more like- Do you remember Becky from the show?” he asked and she nodded her head.

“Yeah, yeah I do. That kind of fan?”

“No, no.” he shook his head “Worse! Actually much much worse!” he exclaimed and Misha snickered “He’s seen all of her movies at least ten times each, and his favorites- oh those I can’t even count. He knows the dialogs better than the actors that have actually been in them. And he’s seen every interview she’s ever had, like every one of them I am not kidding you! And- and Chuck forbid if she uploads a photo or video on any of her social media oh dear! The first like will always be his! Always I swear!”

“And he sure as hell won’t stop talking or at least thinking about it all day!” Misha spoke up, looking at Jensen who was shaking his head with a small whine leaving his lips “He hasn’t commented on any of them, not yet but oh Castiel help anyone that dares say they are her biggest fan! Nope, they don’t live to see the next day come!” he shook his head “Absolutely not! And let’s not get started when someone mentions her, he will pop in worse than Castiel himself! He almost gave one of the make up artists a heart attack!”

“So as you expect-” Jared wet on from then “When we found out that she had actually audition for a role in Supernatural, we did our best to avoid him at all costs!”

“Why that?”

“Because he was a mess of nerves and stuttering and awkwardness. Dean around a woman has nothing in common with what he was just at the mere thought she’d be on set with us! He’d ask questions about himself, and what she’d think and then thing of everything that could go wrong and all the ways he could embarrass himself in front of her!” Jared said with a chuckle as the only thing Jensen could do was mumble 'I hate you’s.

“Wow I really think that filming this season is going to be interesting then huh?”

“Oh I’m already sure we’ll have the best gag reel ever!” Misha said proudly and Jared nodded his head.

“We can’t wait for the teasing- er I mean shooting to begin!” he said and Misha snickered.

“I- I don’t really know why I hang out with these guys anymore.” Jensen huffed, shifting in his seat.

“Well, although Jared and Misha made it pretty clear I’d like to ask you Jensen if you have anything to say about (Y/n) being in Supernatural?”

“Well, uhm I’m sorry for a moment I was too caught up planning their deaths.” Jensen cleared his throat, blinking.

“Pff as if. He’s too caught up thinking about her. Cough – celebrity crush for life – cough some more.” Jared said with a smirk and Jensen only rolled his eyes.

“I’m gonna try to ignore the moose and uhm say that, honestly and all jokes aside I was really excited that we were going to have such an amazing actress on the show. It’s not every day an oscars’ winner wants to be part of this. I know she declined several movies to be able to be here with us, at least for this season and if that’s not honoring enough I don’t know what is.” he shrugged “I think- honestly, know she is going to do an amazing job in bringing this character to life and give her the depth and feelings she really needs and yeah maybe it’s the fan in me talking but I really think this is going to be my favorite season so far!”

“Alright, it’s great to hear that from you guys now.” she flipped through her cards, her eyebrows shot up once she read the question.

“Oh wow, alright- so I have a you could say question here that has been sent by the actual authors of the show to me. They told me they wanted the reactions captured on camera and I couldn’t understand then but now I really do understand.” she chuckled, catching their attention.

“They said they wanted to tell it to you when giving out the script for the next episode you have to film but found this as a great opportunity to let you, especially Jensen, know.” she looked at them.

“I’m… kinda scared now.” he mumbled.

“They’re killing you off dude!” Jared said with a snicker “Shame you won’t have a scene with your princess.” he said and only got a hit on the head from him.

“Uh actually quite the opposite.” she spoke up “To Jensen: How does it feel being told that (Y/n)’s character is going to be Dean’s most serious love interest along with everything that comes with that?

Oh Captain!// Steve Rogers x Reader (P2)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x POC Reader
Word Count: 2k+
Warning: Language, fluff, smut, unprotected sex (WRAP YOUR WANG BEFORE YOU BANG), slight dry humping, bit of dirty talk, a little Sub!Steve…if you squint and cock your head at a 45 degree angle.
Summary: Steve bares all, in more ways than one. How is anyone supposed to resist this god-forsakenly beautiful man? You don’t; you give into temptation and enjoy the ride. Sometimes Steve’s smart mouth gets him into trouble. Bonus: Bruce is so cute when he’s embarrassed.

A/N: I’m still getting the hang of this smut thing so pls bear with me. Idk why tf I’m so damn shy about writing it when I’m sinful as hell irl.  Also bless you @emilyevanston for reminding me that Steve is so much more than just Captain America. Sorry this took so long, hopefully the fic makes up for the long ass wait! Feedback is absolutely appreciated.

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