Live-Lean

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“And it would be terrible to live here?” She leaned her head back to gaze at the ceiling far above. The entire place smelled dusty, but in the good, old way of a library or a museum.

“Yes,” Adam replied. “When I get out on my own, it will be to someplace I made myself.”

“And that’s why you go to Aglionby.”

He leveled that gaze on her. “And that’s why I go to Aglionby.”

“Even though you’re not rich.”

He hesitated.

“Adam, I don’t care,” Blue said. Parsed on the most basic level, it wasn’t really the most gutsy sentence ever said, but it felt gutsy to Blue when she said it. “I know other people do, but I don’t.”

He made a little face, and then inclined his head in the slightest of nods. “Even though I’m not rich.”

“True confession —” Blue said. “I’m not rich, either.”

~Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven Boys

My Prince

Ivar x deaf!Reader

There is simply not enough Ivar fluff out there to satisfy my thirst

Originally posted by smiletotheshadow


You played with the daisies you had picked up, starting to braid them together carefully as you laid in your lover’s lap. Ivar sighed, shaking his head while smiling and playing with your soft hair. He couldn’t help but stare at you - you looked so beautiful when you were relaxed. “Y/N” he muttered softly, but quickly caught himself as he realized you weren’t looking at him. He often forgot of your condition. You were born deaf, but you soon learned to read lips. From a young age you were excluded from most child games, as you couldn’t orientate yourself as well as the others, and the other kids did not have the patience to talk slowly enough for you to understand. That’s how you found yourself often sitting beside Ivar, the crippled boy who stared longingly at his running brothers. Your friendship seemed to have no choice but blossom, and turn into something more beautiful. You relied on each other, understood and loved each other in a way no one could. He was your ears, always on the lookout and keeping you safe.

You smiled at the memory, clenching the daisies you were holding closer to your chest. You couldn’t help but remember your first kiss. An alarm rang through Kattegat, while you were alone in your house, preparing a meal for your mother. You didn’t hear anything, and naturally you were not aware that your village was under attack. You had jumped when you felt a hand suddenly grab your ankle, shaking it violently enough for you to drop the egg you were holding. Panicked, you turned around quickly, ready to defend yourself when you saw Ivar. His face was red and his eyes were wild – large and filled with panic. 

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In which I headcanon that “bracing shower” is a euphemism for touching yourself.  Rated E.  Spoilers for 6x18.


Killian stomped up the stairs, a pleasant tingle in his fingers and toes that made him feel heavy and tingly.

“Tingly,” he whispered to himself, shaking his head, and his hand for good measure.  He grabbed a hold of the railing when he nearly slipped on the landing, socks sliding on the slick wooden floors.

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Another Livestream? Wyatt Oleff x Reader

Finn and Wyatt were doing another live stream. They were sat in your living room speaking to the camera yet again. Not that it bothered you all that much, you were used to it.

“Does Finn have a girlfriend?” Wyatt read with a smile, “No! Look at this ugly face.” He poked Finn earning him a punch in the shoulder. You laughed.
“Shut up Wyatt! You’re no better!”
Wyatt read another one of the questions and smiled. “Is Y/N there? Yes!”
He looked up at you and grinned. You stood up and plonked yourself between Finn and Wyatt.
“Heyyyyy!” Loads of comments from fans came rolling in. You saw one that made your heart stop. You had guessed that Wyatt had seen it too as he was silent. Finn looked at the two of you, smirked, and read it aloud.
“Are you two a couple because you look so cute together and I ship it with all my heart.”
“Uhhmm…” Wyatt brushed his hand through his hair and looked at the floor. It was known to everyone that you both liked each other. 
“I ship it with all my heart too.” You said out of nowhere

Wyatt snapped his head up and looked at you. Finn was screaming. He took the phone that you was holding and turned the camera so it was facing you and Wyatt.
“Seriously Y/N?”
“Seriously.”

During the middle of a live stream, Wyatt leaned in and kissed you. Finn was literally going batshit crazy, trying to get it all on camera for the fans that were also going crazy. It didn’t faze you though. You put your hands on the back of his neck and he put his on your waist. You were full on making out by this point. It was like Finn wasn’t even in the room. 


“EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!” Finn shouted, “GUYS STOP! ARE YOU SERIOUSLY DOING THIS HERE WHAT THE HECK?!“ 

You pulled away from Wyatt and giggled.

“Well,” You said a little breathlessly, “I think it’s safe to say that the answer to that question is yes.”


Wyatt kissed you again, smiling against your lips.


Okay, this was really short but I just had this quick idea and had to write it. I’ll be posting something else tomorrow! Probably more Wyatt imagines bc he’s amazing in every way.

Your Name (Prologue) - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stiles Stilinski/Reader

Word Count: 3,012

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (Female Receiving), First Time Sex

Notes: I have been thinking about this series for the longest time, and here is just the prologue for you guys! It is inspired by a REALLY good movie, called Your Name (Kimi no Na Wa), but it works perfectly for Stiles. Expect great things from this and give me your thoughts!

Listen to Me (Please note you are not required to listen. The song is japanese, but it goes with the series)

Part 1 | Part 2

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Lying Is The Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off (Sebastian Stan x Reader) Pt. 6

A/N: yaaay! chap 6 is finally here and the big moment finally happens you guys! *throws table* i always felt like seb would do some spontaneous stuff like this in this situation! I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah

Warnings: None. 

Originally posted by vibraniumdoll


Sebastian: What are you wearing? ;)

You snickered at your phone as you walked through the large building. Since the grand discovery a couple weeks ago, you both have been completely honest with each other. No lies, no secrets, just the absolute truth.

You learned quite a bit about Sebastian; you both were similar in so many ways. You both were devoted pizza lovers. This conversation ended with Sebastian sending you a pizza all the way from Melbourne (where he was filming at the time) and made sure you got you and his’ favorite topping: pineapple and pepperoni. He made sure to tell the pizzeria to place the toppings in a heart shape, which you found absolutely adorable.

 Sebastian was also highly obsessed with Sharon Stone, which led to you sending him a body pillow with her body printed on it. He practically imploded when he un-boxed it the day he got it. You made sure he sent you pictures of it for your lock screen.

 Also, you found that Sebastian and you loved Star Wars with a burning passion. This led to a giant craze where you both sent each other merchandise of your favorite characters. Your favorite character was Leia Organa -she took absolutely no shit from anyone and was the most important female protagonist in a film full of males. Sebastian loved Finn -he was an unlikely man who was able to save lives despite his harsh upbringing. He also had a huge man crush on him. You both may or may not have spent your free time reading the scripts together for fun. 

You were currently leaving your latest internship job. You were tired, but still grateful for the opportunities you were given. You knew to never give up, no matter what life threw at you. You texted Sebastian back a snarky little reply. 

Me:  khakis and crocs. :)

Sebastian: ugh, i love it. are you wearing a fanny pack, too? that’s such a turn on. 

You giggled as you typed out your reply. He was such a little dork and you loved it. 

Me: oh yeah. my hair’s in those little leia buns as well. i’m a hot mess. 

Sebastian: i think you look lovely. that jacket brings your eye color. :)

You froze.

What?

You furrowed your eyebrows, your eyes narrowing in suspicion as you peered around the crowd of people around you. There was no way he could see you from your phone, so what was he on about? 

Me: how did you know i was wearing a jacket? are you having someone follow me around?  >:|

He didn’t reply right away, in fact, your phone stayed silent. You knew Sebastian wouldn’t have someone spy on you, that was a ridiculous thought and all, but you couldn’t help the nagging feeling in your tummy that someone’s eyes were on you. 

You picked up your pace, eyeing every single person that walked by you with suspicion. You were almost to the entrance when your phone buzzed again, the notification chime blared loudly from the speakers. 

Sebastian: and that skirt! man, your legs are amazing!

Now you were getting a bit annoyed. How on earth did he know you were wearing a skirt? That was impossible, as he’s on the other side of the earth at the moment. 

Me: haha. very funny, seb. tell your buddy to stop following me or i’ll use my pepper spray. 

You were instantly reminded of your car, which was waiting for you in front of the building. You had put enough money in the meter for an hour and you really needed to get going. 

You power walked outside of the building, hugging your purse to your body. Your eyes were on everyone and everything that was in your sight. You were highly paranoid person all together and Sebastian being a little shit wasn’t helping at all. 

You’d get him back for this! 

You spotted your car, just a few steps away. You let out a sigh of relief as you got closer and closer to your vehicle. You’d give him a call shortly after you got settled in and demand answers. How did he figure out your outfit? Maybe he was just a lucky guesser?

As soon as you made it within a foot of your car, you immediately stopped in your tracks. Your purse you had clutched in your arms, slid from your shoulder fell to the ground with a thud. 

“Hey, kiddo,” The man spoke with a sheepish smile. One you had only seen from a computer or phone, never in person until now. He held up a bouquet of roses, along with a pizza box in his other hand. 

You covered your mouth with your hand as you stared at a very lively Sebastian, leaning against the side of your car. 

“I guess I’ve got some explaining to do, huh?” 


-Fin! 

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Free Dessert? Hell yeah ~ Jack Maynard

Characters: Jack x reader x Conor

Word Count: 1417

Summary: Where two lovers fake a proposal to get dessert and it goes viral. This is based by the new viral tweet.

Requested: “One where you and Jack make a fake proposal to get a free dessert but a fan sees and videos it so they can share the the cute moment and everyone freaks out thinking they’re actually engaged.”

Note: I broke into my best friend’s house last night because she forgot to leave the door open for me, while she is at work. She died when I told her I climbed through her bathroom window😂


Jack sighed, setting down his editing on his laptop. It was Saturday night and he had the worst week of his life, nothing was going right. From meetings, to cancelled meetings, to running around after the boys, to filming videos and lastly, not seeing you for a week in a half and not speaking to you in four days. 

All he wants is to be with you. He knows how stressful you have been; he loves that you’re doing a major in photography but he hates that you stress yourself so much out with it. He also knows that you have an exam coming up and knows you won’t be sleeping because you have to get everything perfect, the smallest of things would make want to start over again.

It wasn’t until he watched someone fake a birthday, that he could the best idea ever. 

Scrambling up to his feet, he glanced at the clock seeing it was only six, if he planned this out perfectly he would get to yours around ten to seven depending on traffic. Taking a shower, dressing in his best clothes and grabbing his keys, he was out the door by half past and already on route to your apartment.

As reached your apartment he heard Conor’s old album playing around the apartment, he remembered the day he asked you why you listened to it and you said, “The faster I do my art, the faster I can stop listening to it.” He couldn’t stop laughing when you said that and never fails to tell that story when he’s with the gang.

Stepping into the apartment, Jack closed the door and made his way into the living room. He leaned up on the door frame, smiling loving at his girlfriend who was dancing and singing softly to Royalty around the living room picking up photos and placing them on black boards.

“As much as I would love to stand here watching you all day, we my crazy baby are going out.” Jack spoke up, an amused look on his face watching you jump around to face him with your arm in the ready to attack.

You slowly put your arm down and pulled Jack into a hug, “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I missed you too.” Jack mumbled into his girlfriend’s hair. “But get dressed up fancy, we are dining like King and Queens.”

“Why?” You mumbled looking up at Jack,

Jack grinned unwrapping his arms and stepping back, “We need some fun. So get your cute little ass in that room and put on that sparkly red dress, do your make up and let’s go. The meal is booked for eight.”

You nodded your head and made your way to you room but stopped turning your head over your shoulder, “I’m not crazy.”

Jack’s laugh echoed the flat, “You were going to attack me with a photograph.”

Glaring at him, you stomped into your room where a little smile on your face appeared on your face from hearing Jack chuckling to himself.


45 minutes later you waltzed out of your bedroom doing a twirl for Jack who was making camera noises and gasping. Laughing you turned to face him with a smile on your face, “How do I look?”

“Fucking beautiful baby.” Jack smiled, the look of awe pure on his face. “Do you have a fancy diamond right by any chance? I have a little plan for tonight.”

“Aren’t you suppose to buy the ring, if you’re going to propose?” You teased with a smile but took off into your room to get a ring.

“When I buy you a ring, you’re going to know about it.” Jack smirked holding his hand out for the ring.

“Oh? Will I?” You smirked back. 

Jack just laughed grabbing your hand and pulling you out your apartment, “Why do you need this ring anyway?”

“Want to get some free dessert?” 

“Free dessert? Hell yeah.”


Jack has been relaxed and smiling the whole entire evening and he notice he and manage to make you relaxed and happy. Which is all he had wanted to come out of this meal, to make you happy. 

As you got up to the toilet, Jack called the waiter over and told them about the proposal and just like Jack wanted they offered him a few desserts, which he could not say no to.

By the time you got back to the table Jack was grinning like a mad man, you smiled and sat back down in front of Jack with a questioning look. “Why you looking at me like that?”

“Time to get our free dessert.” Jack whispered before getting down on one knee. Your hand flew to your mouth in fake surprise, as people around the restaurant gasped.  

Jack smiled widely looking directly into your eyes, “Y/N Y/L/N, you are my love of life and I couldn’t think of anyone else to spend it with. Will you marry me?”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you nodded your head, holding your left hand out so he can slide the ring on your finger. Jack stood up and kissed you lovingly as the restaurant clapped and cheered for you both. As Jack broke away from the kiss he whispered against your lips, “When I propose for real, it will be ten times better than this.”

Laughing you pulled back smiling at the couples and families in the restaurant as Jack thanked them all sitting back down. The waiters came towards your table congratulating you and handed you a bottle of champagne and gave you some dessert with “Congratulations” on the plates.

As you were eating Jack looked up towards you with that cheeky smile on his face, “I told you it would work.”

You smiled at him, “I’m glad we did this, I need this. Thank you.”

“Why don’t I go pay and me and you will take this bottle of champagne home and have a night in bed?” Jack smirked at the blush raising on your cheeks while he got up to the bar to pay.


When you and Jack walked into his apartment you both didn’t expect to be tackled onto the fall by the older Maynard screaming at the two of you. “You’re engaged! I’ve been waiting for this moment since you started going out two years ago!”

“Conor!” Jack shouted pushing his brother onto the floor getting up himself, then helping you up. 

“We aren’t engaged.” You laughed at the look of his face.

“Um, yes you are. The video of Jack proposing is all over twitter and Instagram, some fan caught you.”

You and Jack laughed to yourselves as you walked into his living room. “It was fake Con, we did it to get free dessert and to have fun.”

“You proposed to get free dessert? Are you fucking stupid? Why not say it was your birthday?” Conor asked leaning against the door.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Jack asked smirking as he threw himself on the sofa, turning his head towards you, “Looks like I’m going to have to explain we aren’t actually engaged.”

You nodded, taking off your heels walking into his kitchen to get glasses. “We should wait till your next video, keep them guessing.”

Conor shook his head in disbelief at the two of you while Jack pointed at you, “This is why she’s my girlfriend.”

“Whatever.” Conor sighed making his way to the door, “Your both fucking crazy and when you propose for real, don’t expect me to excited for you guys.”

You and Jack heard the door slam before giggling to each other. That night you and Jack spent the time in bed watching films but mostly you spent your time talking about the future and you will always remember the words Jack spoke to you that night.

“When I propose, I will be damn if royalty isn’t the theme.”


Jack kept to his promise and Conor failed his. It was two years later and Conor was playing a music gig down on Brighton beach, he was in the middle of singing royalty. When he noticed you and Jack down the back of the beach, Jack on one knee and you screaming the word yes over and over again. He stopped singing for a moment too lost in what was happening before it all clicked, he started screaming and jumping on the stage like a fangirl but he swears he never cried.

Although, everyone saw him cry…


Steal My Girl

Song Series!
> Please give me some feedback on this, been debating posting it for like two days. Let me know if you liked it. 

He met Y/n when they were young kids. He knew from the instant that he met her that she was gonna be the most special person in his life. The way her smile could make his day go from shit to kind of okay. She gets to him in ways no one else can. 

She been my queen, Since we were sixteen, We want the same things, We dream the same dreams

“You ready?” She asks walking out of their shared bedroom. 

She’s in a black rock tee shirt, dark blue flare jeans, hair teased and curled, make up done. 

He locks eyes with her for a second and smiles, her returning the favor. 

“Yeah, you look amazing babe.” He places a small kiss on her forehead. 

“Thanks, you look great too.” She says, unbuttoning that top button on his shirt. He tenses at her touch. Goosebumps rising on his skin as if he’s cold, but it’s 80 degrees out. 

They were headed out to a Nick Jonas concert, meeting a few of his buddies there. He got tickets from the label, and they get to go back stage to see him after the show. 

Nick and Shawn are friends, have been since they met through the label. It’s a unspoken agreement to support the others on the label. They’ve worked together for a brief time, when they happened to be in the same place at the same time. 

She’s never gotten to meet Nick, she met Demi a few months back at an award show, but she didn’t get to meet Nick. She’s screaming on the inside, she’s a huge Nick fan. Has been since she was a kid and watched his shows on The Disney Channel. 

She’s trembling with excitement when they are walking to their seats, meeting up with Shawn’s friends and their girlfriends.

“Y/n looks like she is about to pass out.” Mike jokes as the lights start to dim.

“Shut up, I’m the biggest Nick fan.” She says over the bass that starts blaring though the old speakers. The floor starts to shake and the screaming gets louder. The lights are flashing making their senses act up. 

Shawn watches her, watches as she sings along to the songs, dances to the beat, laughs with his friends. She fits into his world, and does everything she can to have his world fit into hers. She’s the most perfect person for him, and he couldn’t be more happy that he has her. 

He knows that he has her support no matter what. She was his before he got famous and she’s still his now that he is. He knows that he has a safe place with him always, as she would always be by his side. 

But he can’t help but feel a twinge of jealously as he watches her smile at the stage. She’s swaying along to the song. He needs her to look at him to remind him that she’s his. Like she reads his mind, turns and looks at him from over her shoulder. 

“Gonna hold me Mendes?” She says, winking. 

He doesn’t need to be told twice, he steps forward and wraps his arms around her from behind. He nuzzles his nose into her hair and inhales deeply. She smells like home, he can’t quite describe her scent other than that it reminds him of the candles his mom used to light when he lived at home. 

She’s leaning back and resting her hands on top of his, his resting on her stomach. She’s still singing along, but now she’s smiling because the words remind her of Shawn. 

Everybody wanna steal my girl, Everybody wanna take her heart away, Couple billion in the whole wide world, Find another one ‘cause she belongs to me

Their backstage now, in a room with a group of people. Mostly people from the record company, and a few other up and coming artists. 

He can’t help but notice how most of the men, dateless or not, watch his girlfriend. How she holds herself, how she smiles, how she laughs, how she wins playing beer pong with a few others.

He’s watching her from across the room as one of the guys from the beer pong game starts to inch his way closer to her. She’s backing up just as much as he’s coming closer, and when he bends down to whisper in her ear she shakes her head no and says clearly,

“I have a boyfriend.” 

Shawn smiles and knows that he doesn’t have to step in because she can hold her own, but for the hell of it he leaves the conversation he was having to go tell this guy to fuck off. 

“Hey.” He says tucking his left arm around Y/n’s waist, extending his right hand out to shake the other guys hand. “I’m Shawn.” He says grinning evilly.

“Zac.” The other guys says, cowering. He shakes Shawn’s hand and tries to hold back his wince when Shawn squeezes to hard. Crushing the bones in Zac’s hand.

“Zac, this is Shawn, my boyfriend.” Y/n says with a small smile on her face. 

“Yeah I got that.” He grumbles rubbing his hand. 

“Maybe you should go find another girl to hit on, this one’s taken.” Shawn says passive aggressively, that way if anyone was watching them it would be seen as a normal conversation. 

Zac nods his head and rushes away from them, shaking out his hand. 

“A bit much don’t you think?” She giggles up at her boyfriend. 

“Think I broke his hand.” Shawn says watching Zac try to open and close his hand repeatedly.

All she does is laugh and hide herself into Shawn’s side. He laughs too and kisses the top of her head. She smiles and then leans up to connect their lips.

Kisses like cream, Her walk is so mean, And every jaw drop, When she’s in those jeans

They pull away and she looks over at the ping pong table.

“Geoff and Mike wanted me to tell you to join us for a game of beer pong.” She says noticing how Mike and Geoff were waiting.

“Okay.” Shawn says smiling. “How about I get you a drink, and meet you there. And try not to get hit on by some random guy on your way over.” He teases. 

“Not my fault.”

“True, you can’t help how beautiful you are.”

“Cheesy.” She laughs pushing his shoulder towards the bar. 

She walks away, hips swaying. He can’t help but just stare at her, well him and every guy she walks by. The others just gawk at her ass, while Shawn smirks knowing that that ass they were looking at was his. Chuckling at the fact that he bought her those jeans because he knew they would make her ass look great. 

He goes up to the bartender and orders drinks for his group, returning to them cheering as he hands the drinks over. 

They play a few games of beer pong and Shawn just watches as she beats his ass. She’s on the other team and with the rate that their playing, he’ll be drunk before the game is even over. 

But the lights dim. and her smile glows. The sun is setting behind her and her eyes have this sparkle that twinkle when she looks over at him telling him to 

“Drink bitch.” 

He laughs and does as told. Winking at her blushing face over the rim of the Solo cup.

I don’t exist, If I don’t have her, The sun doesn’t shine, The world doesn’t turn

Her hair framing her face, the way her face lights up when she smiles. He swears he could write a thousand songs about her. About her eyes, about her smile, about her lips. Those sweet lips that are colliding with his.

The soft moan that escapes her mouth as he pulls her a little closer.

“Ready to go home?” She whispers.

“You didn’t even really meet Nick.” Shawn says looking around.

“Why do I need a Nick Jonas when I have a Shawn Mendes to take me home?” She quirks an eyebrow. Shawn smirks and kisses her again. Harder this time.

It’s him moaning softly when she pulls away. He let’s his hand slide down to the globe of her ass, squeezing lightly.

“Gonna take me home Mendes, or do I need to find Zac.” She teases starting to move from his hold. 

“Come here.” He says pulling her back, making her collide into his chest. 

She’s laughing, trying to contain her giggles, but the alcohol in her system is making her feel light and happy. 

Shawn takes her hand, leading her out of the room, towards the car they ordered. He would love to take her out for a midnight drive, but they’ve been drinking and she just wants to go home. 

Everybody wanna steal my girl, Everybody wanna take her heart away, Couple billion in the whole wide world, Find another one 'cause she belongs to me

Her make up is gone. Her hair is in a messy bun, her glasses are sliding down her nose, and her lips are sealed to her coffee mug. She’s wearing his ‘Take Me Home’ shirt with her PINK booty shorts. Her bare feet are cold as they stand on the freezing hardwood. The tattoo on her ankle on full display. 

She’s humming a Nick song, one that had been stuck in her head from the concert they saw earlier. Her hips are swaying a bit as Shawn watches her from the living room. 

She shows no trace of sitting in the VIP section at a Nick Jonas concert. No trace of meeting Nick Jonas. No trace of partying with some of the biggest names in the music industry. 

She’s just Y/n. 

She’s just Shawn’s Y/n.

He loves that he gets this part of her. No one get’s to see when she’s tipsy and trying to sober up a bit so she won’t have a hangover in the morning. No one gets to see her purple glasses, or her face free from any trace of make up. 

She’s just his girl. Relaxed and free. 

He can’t help to think that over the billion people in the world, he wouldn’t rather have anyone else sleep next to him every night, have anyone else to wake up next to. He just wants her. 

stealing kisses

I adapted your prompt a little anon, but I’m such a sucker for high school aus. plus it’s clexa con and ed sheeran’s new album is so romantic. 

Clarke and Lexa steal kisses from one another without their friends realising, or so they think anyway. 

listen to how would you feel 

“You have paint on your fingers.”

Clarke pulls away and Lexa watches as her nose crinkles, eyes narrowing even as a smile plays at the corners of her swollen lips. Her gaze is soft with affection and the ends of one of her braids tickles Lexa’s cheek when she leans back.

“Is that really what you want to say to the girl who’s making out with you?”

“It’s distracting,” Lexa draws up their hands from where they are tangled together at their sides and brushes her thumb tenderly over the flaking blue paint covering her girlfriend’s index finger.

“Distracting enough to stop me from doing this?” Clarke crowds against her again and Lexa’s eyes widen, darting up when Clarke presses her back into the bookshelf, their bodies close. Her lips skate over Lexa’s jawline, a ghosting touch and Lexa’s head falls back, barely catching the groan that trips out of her throat. 

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Please don’t fall in love without me

Word count: 1.3K

Summary: Tom is out with friends a lot, the reader feels a little hopeless about it

Warnings: A bit of negative self talk, angst and fluff, 2 or 3 swear words

Note: This was kind of based off of what I like saw when I listened to I Can’t Fall in Love without You by Zara Larsson. The story isn’t based on the song, more just the feeling of it if that makes sense. Enjoy!

You set your phone onto the bed sheets that pooled around you. An arm was thrown over your eyes as sobs raked through your body. One text. Sorry darling! I’m meeting with Zendaya and Haz tonight, I’ll be home later. Love you. You scrolled through texts only to read the same message with a different wording over and over again. It was two weeks since you two had actually hung out together. You knew it was utterly stupid to be jealous, and you loved Zendaya with all your heart but come on. Zendaya is beautiful, funny, good at dancing, unbelievably nice, and overall just perfect. What could you give to Tom that she couldn’t?

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Worry

Note: the title sucks but i hope the imagine doesn’t. thank you so much for the request! I hope you like it. FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS WELCOME (really, I love reading your cute comments) ♥ .c

Request: May I request one where you are newly-married and express worry that Bucky would leave you for someone? Like Natasha maybe?

Originally posted by luvinchris


Being married to Bucky was no different than when you two were just boyfriend and girlfriend, it was just a much bigger commitment, and you both were happy together. The romance is top notch, the butterflies still erupt in your stomach when he looks at you with those blue eyes of his, and you two have kept that connection between each other. None of the good changed. And none of the bad changed, either.

Bucky is best friends with Natasha, and you’ve always felt insecure when you and Bucky were around her, which is quite often and will remain so until you and Bucky find a house to live in. 

It just terrified you to think that she could easily steal Bucky away from you. She was everything you weren’t and she was close to Bucky. Maybe not as close as you and him, or even Steve-of course not-but it was a type of close that makes you worry.

You were anxiously biting your fingernails as you sat alone in the kitchen. You had just gotten back from your amazing honeymoon with Bucky today, since you two had gotten married just a week before, and he was now on a take-out run with Natasha. She was so happy when he got back, and even though she hugged your neck, too, she held Bucky a lot longer.

It was wrong to doubt Bucky, and you also doubt Natasha. She wasn’t a huge threat but it was enough to make you start an old habit you kicked after getting close with Bucky. You always bit your nails when you had nightmares, felt anxious, and were at war with your demons. The more you thought about it, the more you bit at your nails, even the skin. You just couldn’t shake the thoughts away.

You quickly stopped chewing at your nails when you heard the elevator ding, signaling that someone was about to get out. You sat still and tried your best to keep your fingers away from your teeth.

Your stomach dropped as you heard Natasha’s boisterous laugh echo throughout the area, only for it to die down as her and Bucky walked into the kitchen with a few bags. The smell of Chinese food filled your nostrils. “Hi, Doll!” Bucky cooed as he leaned down to kiss your head. You put on a fake smile and watched them unload the bags.

Natasha told FRIDAY to let the others know that food was here before she turned to you, giving you a white box of food. Her expression wasn’t all that friendly. Her smile was gone and her eyes were cold. You gently took it from her and Bucky watched, noticing a trickle of blood coming from the skin around your index finger.

“Are-are you biting your nails again?” Bucky quietly questioned, stacking his boxes of food on top of each other. His eyebrows were creased and he looked at you with those blue eyes and you bit back your tears, quickly wiping the red liquid on your jeans. “Y-yeah, I am. I’m gonna eat in the room if that’s okay.” You said quietly, hopping off the stool and making your way to the elevator.

Bucky followed after you, his long strides giving him a speedy advantage. “Why are you biting your nails again, Y/N?” Bucky asked, looking down at you as the elevator took you to your shared bedroom. You sighed and stared at the mass amount of floor room buttons. “No reason.” You all but whispered. Bucky scoffed softly.

“You don’t get to do that to me. Tell me what’s going on.” Bucky pushed further, his voice laced with concern and worry. You inhaled deeply and titled your head back a tad, tears brimming your eyes again. 

“I don’t want to talk about it.” You replied just as the elevator doors opened. Bucky followed after you, hot on your heels. “Tell me what it is, right now! You broke that habit a year ago!” Bucky nearly shouted, his voice thick. He was so frightened that your nightmares were back, or maybe you were dealing with something and hadn’t confided in him.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you shoved the bedroom door open and set your food down on the bedside table. Bucky stood there expectantly, his eyes glued to you. “Y/N, I’m not going to ask again. You’re scaring me.” Bucky whispered the last part, his jaw clenching with nervousness. You turned to face him and shrugged your shoulders. “I-I don’t know..” You trailed off, averting your eyes away from Bucky.

He sighed heavily and set his food down beside yours. “It’s me, Y/N. Please, tell me what’s wrong.” Bucky pleaded. Your lip quivered and Bucky’s left hand lifted to caress your cheek. A single tear fell from your eyes and Bucky breathed out. “You don’t-did you not want to marry me?” Bucky’s eyes filled with tears and you gasped, looking up at him.

“Of course I did, Bucky! I’m just-I don’t know how to say it!” You sobbed, quickly wiping at your cheeks. “Well, please! You’re scaring me!” Bucky repeated as his chest heaved up and down. You shook your head and took a deep breath. “I’m scared, Bucky!” You squeaked. Bucky stepped towards you and his heart started to pound in his chest. 

“What are you scared of?” Bucky’s lip quivered slightly, his hand reaching out for your arm; he hoped it wasn’t him. “I’m scared that-that you’re going to leave m-me for Natasha!” You spoke through your sobs and Bucky’s hands slowly lifted to rest on your cheeks as he processed what you just said.

Bucky’s eyes looked back and forth between yours and you inhaled shakily, moving backwards to sit on the bed. “Y/N, that will never happen. Don’t you know how much I love you?” Bucky asked, sinking down onto his knees in front of you. He placed his hands on either side of you and you sniffled harshly, your eyes blurry from your tears.

“Doll, I love you so much. I wouldn’t-God, I’d never leave you for anyone. You’re the one for me. Nobody else.” Bucky whispered, resting his forehead on your knee. You heard a soft sob come from him and you let your hand rest on his head.

“Bucky, I just-” You took another deep breath, not holding anything back. “-Natasha is so close to you. I can’t help but feel like one day you’re going to fall asleep holding me, then wake up with her on your mind.” You whispered, running your hands through Bucky’s hair.

Bucky’s head shot up and his puffy eyes stared into yours. “Doll, that won’t happen. I promise you. I promised you at the alter, and I’ll make that promise again. Every day for the rest of our lives.” Bucky quickly leaned up to capture your lips with his and you sighed into the kiss, your eyes immediately fluttering shut.

You felt Bucky leaning you backwards, his hands holding you close as he hovered above you. Bucky pulled away and placed a kiss on your forehead, and made his way around your face until he kissed your lips again. Your stomach erupted with butterflies and you couldn’t help but let a small smile show.

Bucky pulled away and rested his forehead against yours. “Y/N, I love you so much. You have no idea.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and nodded your head gently. “I think I do. I love you more than anything.” You said softly, pulling Bucky in for another kiss.

All of your worries faded away that night.

Note: I hope this doesn’t suck. I feel like it sucks. FEEDBACK IS WELCOME! .c

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oh sehun x reader

wc - 1.8k // rated M for sexual themes. 

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Pushing his hand through his hair, Sehun laughed as he elbowed Chanyeol in the ribs, eyes becoming crescents as his cheeks rounded out. Chanyeol laughed and bade him farewell, exiting the bar. Sehun’s cheeks felt warm as he paid his tab and shrugged his jacket on. He was still tugging at the strands of his hair, freshly dyed and still a little bit startling to see in the mirror that hung behind the shelves of the bar.

He ducked his head as he exited the building, handing the ticket to the valet. Sehun shifted his weight from one foot to the other as the valet stared at him briefly, probably recognizing him, before excusing himself in embarrassment and stalking off to fetch Sehun’s car. Sighing, he leaned against the brick facade of the bar, his lower lip jutting out. He thought about Chanyeol, his wild story about his dream the night before last, and how jealous Sehun was that Chanyeol’s hair was dyed an exciting red and his was simply bleached white.

Remembering something that he had meant to tell him earlier but had forgotten, he grinned and fished his phone out of his pocket. The bright light of the lockscreen temporarily blinded him as he blinked dumbly a few times. Staring back at him was a picture of himself, grinning widely, his arms slung around you as you hid your face in his neck.

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Strange Times

Originally posted by thejabberwock

Request: Child of Dean and reader come from future for protection and Dean and reader not together? Awkwardness and fluff? With a side of Dean being in aww of reader being a mum? Please?

Pairing: Dean x reader (eventual)

Word Count: 1,900ish

Warnings: language


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Strawberry Ice Cream- Request! John Wick x Reader

Request: So John Wick fic idea that I’d love to see you write…he is working as an assassin and has been tasked by a member of the high table with protecting you. Except you are stubborn, extremely independent, and obstinate. Would love some romance and open to smut if you feel like incorporating.

A/N: I know I haven’t posted in a bit but here’s a short and fluffy oneshot to make you forget my absence. This is a somewhat loose take on the request.

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Sensual Serpents

paring : FP Jones x reader

warnings : smut oral! male on fem, v kinky

requests : @princess-of-the-fandoms

A/N : requests are still open and i’m doing my best to get one story a day or at least every other day so keep sending me requests ! :)))

It was when I was on my way home from my final year of college when everything came crashing down.

I was driving home when I got a call from my boyfriend.

“Hey baby, are you on your way home?” He asked, his voice making my heart melt.

“Yeah, right now I’m about an hour away.” Answering his question.

“Well, come visit me first. I have a surprise for you.” I could hear the smile in his voice causing the corners of my mouth for spike up.

“Sure, I’m on my way,” I nodded before hanging up. I changed my direction, heading towards FP’s house.

Once I arrived I walked up the steps and opened the door, grinning to see him leaning up against the kitchen counter. He looked up at me and greeted me with a smirk. As I walked over he pushed himself off the counter and loosely wrap his arm around my waist as I leaned into him.

“So what’s my surprise?” I asked suspiciously, raising an eyebrow. FP smiled even wider as he looked down at ground before meeting my eyes. He quickly pecked my lips before moving over to the living room.

I leaned up against the kitchen counter as I watched him bend over and pull out a box.

“What’s that?” I asked as he walked back over.

“Why don’t you open it and find out.” Placing the box into my arms. Cutting tap and ripping away the flaps of the box, revealing a leather jacket with the serpent stitched into the back. I looked up to FP confused but he simply smiled.

“I thought it was finally time for you to fully become a serpent.” FP simply said, answering the question that was written on my face.

“If my family finds out, they’ll kill me.” I simply said.

“Then they won’t find out then.” FP grinned and I nodded, clinging onto the jacket.

“I need to go, Archie is expecting me home soon.” I said sadly and FP quickly pressed his lips to mine. We molded together and I slowly moved away, giving him one last hug before heading back to my car.

I strategically placed the jacket in my backpack in the back seat and finally headed home.

“(Y/N)!” I heard Archie yell before I could even finish getting out of the car.

“Arch!” I yelled back, engulfing him in a large bear hug. I looked up at the red head smiling.

“Every time I come back you get bigger.” I joke at the hall boy.

“Dads been dying to see you.” Archie smiled before dragging me inside.

Hugs were shared throughout the entire night until it finally reached a point where I could barely keep my eyes open.

“I’m going to go get ready for bed.” I told the two boys and they nodded, wishing me a good night before I headed upstairs.

I picked up my toiletries from my back pack and heading to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

(Archie’s P.O.V.)

Not too long after (Y/N) went upstairs, I decided it was best to get some sleep as well.

“Hey dad, I’m going to head up to bed too.” I said as I moved upstairs.

On my way to my room I briefly looked into (Y/N)’s room when something caught my eye. I walked in, immediately moving to her backpack.

I removed the article of clothing from her bag to see the serpent logo stitched into the leather. As I stood up, observing the symbol I could hear footsteps.

I hurried to try to stuff the jacket in the bag as the footsteps grew louder.

(Y/N’s) P.O.V

“Arch?” I asked, looking at the boy who was hunched over my bag.

“What’s this?” He growled as he menacingly threw the leather jacket at me.

“Archie, it’s not what it looks like.” My heart dropped at the look of hurt in his eyes.

“Why are you hanging out with the serpents?” He questioned angrily.

“Me and FP are…” I trailed off, my voice cracking.

“You and Jughead’s dad are together?” He finished the sentence for me and I nodded.

“What? Does Jughead know? Does dad know? That’s disgusting (Y/N)!” He exclaimed and I could feel my eyes welling up with tears and my blood boiling.

“Oh like you and Grundy? Yeah Arch, you have no room to talk.” I snapped at the boy.

“Well at least I wasn’t with a criminal.” He said sternly. Instead of replying I simply stood there, shocked by his words.

“Arch…” I said softly.

“Get out.” Arch stated bluntly. My heart shattered at this words.

“What?”

“I said get out. I’m not sleeping in the same house as serpent scum.” My heart shattered at his words and I picked up my things, storming out of the house to the one place I knew I was welcomed.

I knocked at the door and FP answered, his smile falling to a frown seeing my tear stained face.

“(Y/N)? What’s wrong baby?” He asked obviously concerned.

“It’s Archie. He found out I was a serpent and he yelled at me and told me to get out because he didn’t want to live with a serpent.” I sobbed and FP quickly brought me into a strong hug. I took a deep breath, taking in his scent as I wrapped my arms around his chest.

I moved my face from his chest to look up at him. With that he brought our lips together into a heated mess. It was passionate but not in a lust way. In a love way.

His hands roamed my body as he gently but down on my bottom lip, making me groan in pleasure at the kiss. My hands flew into his hair as the electricity flew between us.

FP wasted no time in picking me up and bringing me into his room.

“You’re so beautiful.” He gushed to my sprawled our appearance on his bed. My cheeks heated up at his words as he rushed to hover over me and kiss down my body, discarding any piece of clothing that got in his way.

“Baby,” FP started laying against my stomach.

“You’ve had a rough day, I think you should be treated how you should be.” He smiled up at me.

“Do you want me to do that baby?” I nodded vigorously at his question and he smirked, inching lower and lower to where I needed him most. He kissed down my thighs, occasionally biting at the skin making me let out a yelp.

I moaned out when I felt him dart his tongue in my heat, swirling and sucking harshly. As he lapped up my juices like a dog, he started to use his fingers, roughly pumping through my folds. Countless moans spilled from my mouth and I could feel FP grin as. he knew how much pleasure he was filling me with.

He repeated his actions at a faster rate and my hips bucked as I could feel a knot forming in my stomach at the feeling. FP firmly grabbed my hips, holding me down against the bed. The flame of pleasure kept building up as his movements grew faster and rougher. His tongue pushing into me as well as his long fingers. It was all enough to send me over the edge, crashing down from my high violently as my legs shook. He grabbed my thighs as he made me ride out my high and as he licked up everything he could.

“Damn, you never fail to amaze me, baby” He smiled before pulling me into a searing kiss, allowing to let me taste myself against his lips.

I️ moaned once more once his lips left mine and he growled lowly.

“Tell me what you want.” He whispered gravely in my ear, snaking shivers across my skin.

“I️ need you to fuck me until I️ can’t move.” I️ whispered to him, my voice becoming hoarse.

“As you wish.” He stripped the rest of his clothing off, standing before me, letting me take all of him in before he got back on top of me.

FP positioned himself at my entrance, quickly inserting himself, filling me up with an overwhelming amount of pleasure as well as a mix of pain. My hands trailed down his back as he began to thrust in and out, his actions quick and precise.

As he moved, my hands roamed all over him. From gripping firmly to his biceps, to harshly pulling at his hair.

I️ was practically screaming out from the satisfaction he was giving as the same knot in my stomach began to form once more.

“I’m close.” I whispered, my voice so close to disappearing.

“Wait a little bit longer baby.” He ordered as he quickened his actions.

My toes curled and my back arched up against his chest. FP’s actions went from short quick thrusts to long, hard thrusts and his head dropped near my neck, his hot breath trailing down.

“Come for me darling.” He said lowly and I️ came crashing down even harder than before. Screaming out as FP came too. We both rose out our highs until we finished and he slowly exited himself from me. As he looked down at my almost limp body he snuggled up to me.

“Are you alright?” He quietly spoke.

“I’m perfect.” I️ muttered before shutting my eyes.

When the morning sun rose I️ opened my eyes, rolling out over to the nightstand to grab my phone. I️ could feel FP’s arm tightly wound around me waist as he soundly slept. I️ checked to see the countless missed calls from Archie and the plentiful texts claiming how sorry he is and how he wishes for me to come back.

I️ sighed, shutting my phone off and rolling back over into bed. This was my new home.

Originally posted by riverdalebish

The darkness inside the bedroom is heavy and still, curtains keeping out the shattered city lights and moon’s glow reaching  up into the windows. It’s almost too quiet, too serene and something pulls Alec from his sleep, but he tries to fight it, buries his face in the pillow with a soft grunt, arm reaching blindly out for Magnus to pull him back, because without his body pressed against his own skin, Alec always feels  cold.

Once again, there is only empty space and the phantom of a body, the pillow laying askew and the sheets thrown back as if in a hurry.  Alec’s heart sinks in his chest and he feels infinitely more awake right away, eyes blinking rapidly to get used to the lack of light. He slips out from the bed, pads over to the door left ajar, no sign of life anywhere to be seen. Alec keeps his steps as quiet as possible, bare feet over wooden panels and multiple kinds of rugs until he stops by one of the pillars in the living room, leaning his shoulder against it, grainy brick sharp on his skin.

He can make out Magnus’ silhouette against the balcony doors with the curtains pulled back, silver and watery moonlight falling around him like a halo, catching on the edges of his muscles and the wrinkles in the pajama pants he’s wearing. He’s standing completely still, a marble statue in a dark room, if it wasn’t for the movement of his chest with each and every measured breath.

“Magnus?”

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Knowledge

Characters:  Dean x Reader, Sam

Summary:  Reader gets caught in the middle of a case Dean and Sam are working and learns that monsters are real.

Word Count:  2775

Warnings: Language, smut

As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.  There is still room on my Forever Tag list, you can add yourself here

Originally posted by winsync

Knowledge

Reader’s POV

“You okay?” 

A stunning man with vivid green eyes crouches before me, a hand on my shoulder. I blink a few times and take a quick assessment. Nothing seems broken, though I am most definitely battered and bruised. Blood trickles down from my brow, obscuring my vision. 

 Looking up at him, I nod. “Yeah, I’ll live.”

He stands and reaches out a hand, pulling me to my feet. Wait a second, I know him. He’s that Fed that came into my office at the museum today. Agent…Freed? Fredrick? Oh, wait, Frehley. Agent Frehley. That’s it. I remember thinking that he was cute. And a little flirty.

“Stick close to me, and no matter what, don’t leave my side, got it?” His jaw is set, he’s dead serious. As if I’d dream of doing anything else, after what had just happened.

“Got it.” Reaching around to the back of my jeans, I pull the gun out of my waistband. His eyes widen, surprised to see that I’m packing. 

“You just happen to have a gun?” he asks, his brows drawing together.

I shrug. As the daughter of a former policeman, I never leave home without it. “Looks like I’m not the only one, agent.” I spare a glance at the gun in his own hand. 

He nods sharply. It seems to please him that I’m armed. “If you see anything you can’t explain or don’t understand, don’t ask questions. Just…shoot. And keep shooting. It may not do much, but don’t stop.”

“I can do that.”  Again, he looks at me in surprise. Is he waiting for me to break into hysterics after what I’d just seen?  ‘Cause he can just keep waiting. There will be no breakdowns, not here. Once I get home and lock myself in, barricade the door, and arm myself to the teeth - that’s when I’ll have the breakdown. And it’s going to be one for the ages.

“With me,” he says and I take a deep breath before following after the man.

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Xeno - 9

Plot: The best part about being an assistant in a lab was watching all new inventions come to life, although sometimes some of them fail, leaving them away in a storage room, never to be bothered with; free for the taking.

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader | Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff, angst, Futuristic au!

Notes: Just 2 more chapters left ;)))) Excited? Since I’m so last minute, i decided to ruin everything towards the end. HAH. Enjoy. 4.1k Words

P.S. MUSE ASKS ARE OPEN. Ask any of my characters whatever you want~ <3

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Originally posted by krdzkarla

You let out a small groan, as you felt someone press their warm body against your bare back. Light was seeping through the crack between your white curtains, blinding you for a few seconds before you finally got the image of your bedroom.

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