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Mute Part 13

Part 12

Genre: Fluff
Words: 4,059 (oops)
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: The fluffiest smut you will ever read, blood
Summary: Bucky doesn’t know what to do when traumatizing events result in your witty remarks dying down to nothing.

Before you knew what was happening, Bucky had pushed you to the ground, covering your body with his own. You could hear a rapid fire of gunshots going on around you, and you rushed to move forward to take cover. Bucky could surely feel you attempting to move from under him, so he let on his weight slightly, still covering you as you both ran behind the bar.

Screams and cries were echoing off the walls, urging you to hurry your actions further as you pulled a large knife out from one of the drawers.

“How many are there?” You looked up at Bucky as he tried to scope out the area. He turned to you at your words, eyeing the weapon in your hands.

“No, you’re staying here.”

Before you could retaliate, Bucky was over the counter, diving into battle and leaving you to scope out the enemy for yourself. Fine.

You noted the number of guards, their protective gear, and weapons, and watched them fight off the Avengers who were coming to the rescue. You took mental notes before nodding to yourself and sliding over the counter, landing right behind an enemy.

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kissing hc’s + somo boys

a/n: to start up this old blog, i’ll start w these! i’m trash


  • really awkward at first. it takes him a while to be comfortable enough with his s/o to initiate a kiss, so if they want to kiss him in the next century, they’d have to initiate it.
  • he lowkey loves it when they kiss him out of the blue. 
  • his favorite spot to be kissed is on the cheek.


  • ilima loves to kiss his s/o, especially when they get really excited about something. 
  • after he wins a fight, adrenaline still pumping, he’ll march over and kiss his s/o sweetly on the lips.
  • he usually tastes sweet, because the boy has a major sweet tooth. 
  • his favorite spot to be kissed is on the temple or the lips.


  • he gets really flustered and stumbles over his words if his s/o kisses him without warning.
  • he likes it when they kiss him before a trial-goer faces him. he’s a nerd so he’ll claim it helps him do better.
  • kiawe doesn’t like asking for kisses, claiming it’s awkward, he tries to hint to his partner that he wants them to kiss him by looking at them a certain way.
  • likes to be kissed all over the face.


  • despite his tough demeanor, if his s/o kisses him on the cheek, he’ll be putty in their hands.
  • he gets pretty flustered when they kiss him, though after a few moments it’ll just boost his ego even more.
  • doesn’t like kissing in public, because he does have a reputation and all, but behind closed doors he’ll kiss his s/o for as long as they’d like.
  • favorite spots to be kissed are his jawline and on the lips.


  • if his s/o is ever feeling down, he’ll give them a kiss on the forehead, followed by an inspirational speech about how great they are. no one can stay sad after one of hau’s Inspirational Speeches™.
  • he really loves it when he makes his s/o happy, he can’t help but kiss them after seeing a grin stretch across your face, because he thinks they’re so adorable when they smile. 
  • hau also loves giving butterfly kisses, though whenever his s/o gives him a butterfly kiss, he starts laughing because he’s so ticklish.
  • he likes being kissed on the nose the most.
The Accident- Pack imagine

Originally posted by queenbanshee

Request: Anon said:

Could you do a teen wolf pack imagine where the reader gets kicked out of the pack for a stupid reason, and then the next day she’s pulling up to school with her brother and they get in a terrible accident right outside of the high school and like the whole school including the pack witnesses it and everyone freaks out (especially the pack) thank you💓

Words: 1806

A/N: I don’t know what exactly you were after so I hope this is ok xx remember if you ever want me to write anything, my inbox is always open <3

‘Just go for it’ you thought to yourself. Liam was stood at the opposite end of the corridor, sputtering his words to Hayden. He had promised you he’d work up the courage to ask her out but all that had happened so far was a short and awkward chat. You were getting frustrated. You knew Hayden liked Liam back and yet neither of them could see it. They were both blind.

You picked at your nails as you waited, listening intently to their conversation, or rather lack of one. You sighed, if you used your powers of mind control this would all be over in two seconds. You shook the thought out of your head. There was no way you were going to use your mind control on a friend, especially a member of the pack. You didn’t even know if your powers worked on other supernatural creatures, never having tried. The aggravation and curiosity build up inside you, seeping through every pore. ‘That’s it!’ you thought to yourself, strutting closer to Liam and Hayden. You stopped a few metres away from them, close enough for your powers to take their hold. You focused your mind on Liam, climbing inside his brain. Liam’s back tensed so his posture was rigid, you could see the vein in his upper arm throb as he tried to fight what was happening to him. Nevertheless, no matter how hard he fought, your powers maintained their hold.

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Star of the Show - Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request - “Could I please have an imagine about Jeff and maybe a couple friends come to a dance performance that I’m in!”

Flashing lights. Pumping music. Chaos backstage. Stressed out dancers running around for their quick changes and getting to the correct wings. This was something you’d been doing years, and were used to, however this time was different- because your recent boyfriend Jeff Atkins had come to watch. He’d brought a couple of friends; Hannah Baker, Clay Jensen, Zach Dempsey, and Montgomery de la Cruz, but it was him you were the most nervous for.

You hadn’t been dating long, and you were worried what he might think of your dancing, especially since you had a solo. However, Jeff coming to support you had warmed your heart. He was the sweetest boyfriend around and would do anything for you.

You stepped out on your cue, feeling the nerves boil up inside you. You started letting your body move you. You knew these steps off by heart, and let yourself be consumed by the emotion of the song and the story your contemporary dance was telling the audience.

Although the lights blocked your view of the audience, you could tell Jeff was there watching you with content and trying not to draw too much attention to himself.


Jeff’s POV

She looked amazing. The way her body moved was so fluid and elegant. Jeff admired his girlfriend and wondered how he’d gotten so lucky. She was everything he’d ever wanted - gorgeous, intelligent, compassionate, hilarious, and just all round perfect. He had his baseball, she had her dance. They loved to support each other, but this was the first chance he’d been given.

“THAT’S MY GIRL!” Jeff shouted up at the stage, before realising it was probably a mistake. He got a few dirty looks, but seeing the falter of a smile in your facial expression told him enough. He took note to never do t again, but he was glad he had.

The dance ended and Jeff realised now was the time.

“WOOOO! YOU’RE AMAZING BABY!” He called out to you, with a wolf whistle.


Your POV

The adrenaline was still pumping through you once the dance had finished, and Jeff’s supporting words made you grin, without being able to stop. You took a bow and slowly walked off stage.


All your things were now fit nicely in your bag, you double checked the area to be sure that you’d left nothing behind. There was a gentle knock at your door. You turned to reveal Jeff.

“Jeff!” You enthused. He grinned back at you.

“You. Were. Amazing.” His hands were behind his back. He brought them forward to reveal a bouquet of your favourite flowers.

“Oh my Jeff they’re gorgeous!” You were surprised but incredibly happy. You ran over and hugged him.

“You’re the amazing one.” You smiled Into his chest. He smelled faintly of coconut. You leaned your head back and brought it up to his, kissing him gently on the lips.

“We could argue all night about this.” He chuckled.

“I’d rather cuddle all night.” You smiled up at him. He had placed the flowers on the side so he could embrace you fully.

You were both shocked apart when the onslaught entered.

“Y/N! That was so good!” Hannah rushed up to hug you.

“Jeff took way too long to ask you out. You could so tell how long he’d been waiting to do that.” Clay laughed.

“How the fuck do you do that?” Monty added. Zach nodded in agreement.

“Pretty damn cool.”

“Thank you guys! You’re all so sweet.” You beamed at your friends.

“So who agrees we should take the star of the show out for dinner? On us.” Hannah asked. The group nodded in agreement.

“And then she’s coming back to mine to cuddle. None of you are allowed.” Jeff had a very serious look on his face. No one interrupted his cuddle time.

“Thank you guys that amazing but I can’t-”

“Yes you can.” Zach cut you off. “Come on. You can pick where we go.”

“I love you all so much.” You giggled. Surrounded by all your favourite people in the world who had come to support you, made you feel a little emotional. They all ‘awww'ed and jumped on you from all sides for a massive bear hug. This was the good stuff.

Nothing Like Us - Jungkook One-shot - Pt.2

Summary: Life with Jungkook

Recommended Listening: Aquilo - You There

Part 1

The apartment was silent.

He’d thought He’d be able to hear her singing to herself in the shower or whilst she cooked- these being the usual sounds that greeted him whenever he walked through the door in the middle of the day.

But instead…there was nothing.

It had only been a few days since he’d walked out, but it felt like it had been months. He looked around for signs of her; a cup on the table, a blanket on the sofa…but nothing had changed.

It was like she hadn’t been here at all – like she was a ghost.

His coffee cup was still on the table where he’d left it the night before the argument, and his iron man spoon was still drying on the washing board in the kitchen. His shoes were still half kicked under the sofa and as he shuffled slowly down the hall he saw that his bag was still dumped on the floor, the contents spilling out and reminding him of the struggle they’d had.

As soon as he’d got back to the dorm the day he’d left he’d felt like a stranger…the other guys had looked at him with expressions of concern but he’d just ignored them and gone back to the bedroom he used to share with Namjoon, sighing when he’d seen the older boy had decided to use his bed as his new closet, and having to shuffle some clothes out of the way so that he could curl up on it, not bothering to get under the covers where he was so distracted by thoughts he didn’t want to be having.

Why had he left?

Why had he shouted at her when it was his own fault for wanting too much?

Why had he chose his job over her?

Why did he come back?

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Young Justice Batmom: Part 6

Prompt: Batmom in the young Justice universe


AN: I love diving into this universe. This first part is a little short, but the next parts will be longer. Thanks to my wonderful Beta’s who are plowing through my stories!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

You just grin as Dick climbs into the car. His hair is slicked back, and he looks so different from his usual look. As always, he’s all smiles. You wait for him to buckle his seatbelt before pulling away from the curb, “So how was your first day of high school?”

“Still the youngest in my class, still the smartest in my class.”

You grin, “Yes, well your mom was very diligent in your homeschooling.” The small smile that crosses Dick’s face tells you that he’s thinking of Mary, of the Circus, of the life taken away from him. You don’t say anything more, you let him have his memory.

He comes out of it on his own, grin back in place, “I saw Artemis today.”

“Yeah, how’s she adjusting?”

“Okay I think. I said a quick hello, but she has no clue that it’s me.” He goes silent for a minute before saying, “You’re in jeans. Didn’t you just get off work?”

“Your dad and I took half a day. He’ll be gone for a bit on a League mission. Since he’s gone, I figured we’d get in a little mother son time before heading to the cave.”

His eyes go wide, “You mean?”

You nod, “Junk food here we come.”

          As far as Bruce and Alfred are concerned fast food is the devil’s food, and not something to be eaten. You and Dick however, like to live on the dangerous side, which means every once in a while you indulge when Bruce is away on a mission.

          After a few hours of fried goodness and Dick telling you about his classes and a few other things the two of you head to the safe house. He changes into his robin uniform and you simply slip your mask into place. The two of you go out the secret entrance and into the alley. All of a sudden Dick is sprinting ahead.

          You smile as you spot Artemis up ahead. Your sneakers crunch against the garbage as you come to a stop behind Artemis, right as Dick disappears through the zeta tube. You smile at the girl, “How was your first day of school?”

          “It was fine, not as bad as I thought it would be.”

          The smile never leaves your face as you motion for her to go on ahead. The moment she disappears you go through, and the next thing you know, you’re being pulled to the ground as fire streams above you, and then you’re being pulled onto your feet and down a corridor.

          Your heart is going a mile a minute, and takes several deep breaths to calm yourself, and force the flashbacks away. Then you’re taking the lead, as you run out of the hanger and into the showers. The kids catch on without you saying a word, as you turn the shower heads on, Dick tries to radio for help, but you know it won’t do any good.

          Then you’re on the run again, making your way into the kitchen. You can see the worry on Dick’s face as Artemis points out the air vent. You give him a small smile and say, “I’m not completely helpless in a fight.” Before climbing up yourself.

          You follow the kids, keeping to their pace. The movements flow from your body as naturally as the day you learned them, but you’re not as fast as you once were, and you’re certainly not as smooth. And you’re quite sure that if you weren’t fighting for your lives Dick would already be four questions into his interrogation on how a company CEO is keeping up with them.

          As the kids look at video footage you do your best to collect yourself. You focus your breathing, and then your mind, and you go to a place you haven’t been in years. You go to a place where survival comes first.

That’s why when Red Tornado’s siblings call for surrender, you almost don’t follow your son. Then, some part of our brain tells you that you aren’t her anymore. That it’s not only your life on the line but children’s as well. Your son’s life is on the line.

          You listen as Dick does his best to focus Artemis, to get her “traught.” You take one more breath before placing a hand on the girl’s shoulder and saying, “Focus Artemis, like he taught you to.” Her eyes go wide and you give her a small smile, “Our past doesn’t define us Artemis, but that doesn’t mean we can’t use pieces of it to survive.”

          Her voice is a whisper, “You know.”

          You nod, “Since the beginning.”

          “And you still?”

          “Like I said our past doesn’t define us.” She just nods. You can feel Dick’s gaze on you and you simply say, “Once we’re out of this mess I’ll explain.”

          His voice goes a bit high pitch, “Mom?”

          “I’m okay sweetheart. I promise. Now what’s the plan?”

          He shrugs, “I don’t know, they’re literally machines.” He takes a deep breath and smiles, “That’s it. They’re machines, and EMP device.”

          You raise an eyebrow, “You have that in your utility belt?”

          He grins, “No, but we can make one.  Isn’t that right KF?”

          Wally’s voice comes in loud and clear as he gives instructions, but when Dick goes to install it, you hold out your hand. He looks at you with wide eyes, “Mom, you can’t…  You don’t know how…”

          “There’s a lot you don’t know about me Dick, but trust me when I say I can do this.” You can see his hesitation, “Trust me.”

          It’s something in your eyes that makes him hold out the device and the grappling gun. It doesn’t take you long to find your center, and then you’re going. The silence comes back naturally as you touch down and make your way to the generator. You get in place and have to bite back a curse at the incomplete circuit. Then your body is moving out of the way as water comes crashing down around you.

          You find the foot holds easily, as you scale the generator. You meet Dick’s eyes from across the room and you hold up three fingers. He nods and begins pulling Artemis back. When they’re out of sight you stand up, and you wait, and sure enough they come. And with your son safely away, you allow yourself to sink into the last stage, and then you see nothing but red.

          “What is up with your mom? Did you know she could do that? She evaded that water like it was nothing, and what was with the three fingers?”

          Dick looks at Artemis as they drop soundlessly into the souvenir room. “I honestly don’t know. She’s never been a part of our missions. The most she does is stitch us up, or work the computers.”

          “But she kept up with us. She climbed, and ran, and dodged like she’s been doing it her whole life!”

          Dick just shrugs, “I honestly don’t know. But the 3 represents rule three: When outnumbered retreat and regroup.”

          “And how are we supposed to do that?”

          “The circuit was incomplete; we have to find a way to complete it before they take my mom out.”

          There’s a moment of silence before Artemis says “We could just hide, wait for the League.” Dick watches as her eyes focus on that mask.

          “Is that really what you want to do?”

          She shrugs, “It’s all I know.”

          Dick places a hand on her shoulder, “I’d like to think you’ve learned a little something in your time with us.”

          She looks back at him and says, “You know too, don’t you? About my family.”

          He just smiles and says, “Like my mom said, our pasts don’t define us.”

          Artemis’s eyes focus on the arrow, and she smiles, “Yeah, your mom is pretty smart.”

          “Yeah, she always wins at Boggle too, even against Batman.”

          She just laughs, grabs the arrow and they’re off.

          You’re bruised, you’re bloody, and you’re beaten. You’re fairly certain that you have at least one cracked rib, and the black eye is going to be hell to explain away. On the flip side, adrenaline is still pumping through your system, and you haven’t been captured yet. You’ve even managed to take off one of Red Torpedo’s arms. It’s limited his power slightly, but Red Inferno is still going strong.

          You’re not going to last much longer, you’re too out of practice. Too out of shape. It’s been nearly ten years since you’ve done this sort of thing, but you have to keep going, at least to give Artemis and Dick a chance to get out. You’re just about ready to spring from your hiding places when the elevator dings, and Artemis and Dick step out; arms held high ready to surrender. You move silently and quickly, just in time to see Dick strike out, and see Artemis fly.

          The arrow sores through the air and the next thing you know the machines are dropping to the ground. As a head count is taken, you let out a painful breath of relief. Then your knees are buckling and the pain takes over your body. The adrenaline had been keeping the worst of it away, but now it was slowly fading away. The last thing you hear is Dick calling out for you, before everything goes black.  

Spectrum (Shawn Mendes Imagine)

requested: no

summary: your relationship with Shawn Mendes through colors. more colors to come.

a/n: hi, i’m new to this, so please tell me what you think! x


Blue was the color of the henley he decided to wear on your first date.

The darker navy tint clung to his torso as he began to doubt himself; every scenario of how this date could go wrong sprinting through his thoughts. Shawn began to cling tighter to the flowers that he was holding, stepping up to your doorstep, bracing a smile to hold himself together despite his insecurity.

Blue was the color of the flowers he got for the first date. You were greeted with soft cheeks framing the blue beauties, and a shy smile as he handed them over to you. “They ran out of roses,” was the only thing he could muster out, taken aback by the way you looked. “so I got you these.” 

“They’re beautiful,” you assure him, pulling the flowers up to your nose, letting your smile be compelled by the scent of the flowers as well as the way he looked tonight. You turn to put the flowers in your house before stepping towards Shawn, shutting the door behind you.

Blue was the start of the adventure. 

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For anon…enjoy the gif ;)

A supersonic boom quaking the earth beneath you caused you to look up from your book. You shot your gaze to look out the window only to see smoke rising high into the atmosphere. You were surprised there weren’t any flames considering how loud the impact was. Nonetheless, in your panicked state, you rushed from your house and to the crash site.

Upon further inspection, you realized it was a rather large ship-like structure. Or was it a plane? A hybrid of the two? Whatever it was, half of it was in the dirt. You skid to a stop when you heard a rather angry voice.

“You just had to say something.”
“I am Groot.”
“Don’t give me that!”
“I did not see him give you anything,” a third voice spoke.
“That is another expression,” a female voice spoke.

Despite your confusion, you hurried over to a door near you that seemed to be only slightly open. As you were inspecting it, a hand shot through the small opening and waved around. You gripped the back part of the bent piece and placed your foot on the side of the vehicle. Seeing as how your adrenaline was still pumping, you managed to pry the hole even wider. With a final pull, you slipped on your hold and fell onto the ground with a grunt.

“Woo! Thanks for opening that, Drax,” the voice paused, “You’re definitely not Drax.”

You flicked your eyes up to see a shirtless man. Recognizing your childhood sweetheart immediately, your eyes widened. He seemed to do the same.

You glanced around quickly and rambled, “How-What happened? And why aren’t you wearing a shirt? Not that I’m complaining because, mmm. I thought you ran away after-”
“Who’s she?” the first voice asked a bit irritated.

You glanced back to see a talking raccoon. A tree-man thing stood next to him along with a tattooed man and a green-skinned girl. With a yipe, you scrambled to your feet, gripping tightly onto Peter.

“That’s…a talking raccoon. And a walking tree,” you continued to panic, “Her skin is green! What-How-Huh?” You gripped your head. “Oh boy, I’m dizzy.”
Peter chuckled as he steadied you. “It’s a long story. Let’s get you back to your house.”

He began to walk you in the direction you had come from. You nodded as you tried to make sense of everything.

“Yeah. Home makes sense.”

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Tick Tick Boom

A/N: This was SUPER fun to write and I hope everyone likes the song choice, which is Tick Tick Boom by The Hives. Let me know what you think! Also Sebastian now goes to McKinley for this, my thinking was he switched schools cuz he likes you and it adds another reason for Finn to dislike him…but you can come up with any other reason why..ha ha

Pairing: Sebastian Smythe x Reader (Finn on the side-ish)

Prompt:  Sebastian and Finn fight over the reader through song and the reader breaks up an actual fight between them, then tends to Sebastian’s cuts/bruises and she admits she likes him. (Suggested by Anonymous, whoever you are out there let me know what you think!)

Word Count: 1,701

Warnings: They do fight nothing huge. I really wanted this to feel like a scene from Glee, where its kind like a music video but the lyrics are jabs at one another yet they still sing the song as a whole….hope that made sense.

Also I don’t own the GIFs.

Sebastian’s Singing is Bold

Finn’s Singing is in Italics

Both are in * Bold Italics

All lines of lyric will be Block Quoted as well

Originally posted by missladylea

Originally posted by supercanaries

Tick Tick Boom

The bell rang throughout the halls of Mckinley as the students flooded in. Everyone was bustling around as they grabbed things from their lockers and made their way to class. Many conversations were being had and laughter rang out. You reach your locker as Kurt approaches you.

“Okay please tell me you are in for this weekend.” He started to fix his hair in your locker mirror. “Because I’ve already counted you in.”

“Of course, I would not miss game night for the world.” You say as you pull a textbook out of your locker.

“Oh, there’s Blaine.” He quickly walked away, “See you later and don’t forget you need to bring a partner!”

You smile and shake your head. As you close your locker you catch the eye of Sebastian across the hall. He smiles at you before you hold his stare for a moment before walking away. As you reach the end of the hallway Finn came quickly around the corner almost running into you.

“Oh, Y/N, Sorry,” He said in his flustered voice, “Didn’t see ya there, well I don’t see many people on account of how tall I am.” His cheeks started to flush slightly.

You look up at him, “No harm no foul.” and smile. “Well I gotta get to class.”

He awkwardly waved you off. Just as Finn turned back down the hallway he saw Sebastian watching and the two instantly had a stare down. Everything else seem to blur away into the background leaving only the two of them.

All of a sudden a single guitar started to strum two double beats before a heavy rhythm of drums, guitar and bass came in and their eyes narrowed at each other.

Yeeeahhhh, I was right all along

As Finn walked passed Sebastian he continued to stare him down

Yeaaaahhh, You come tagging along

Sebastian slams his locker shut and turns to follow Finn, He puts on a smile as he sees Mercedes and Sam talking. He nudges Finn with his shoulder as he crosses in front of him cutting him off slightly

Exhibit A, on the tray, what you say? As I throw it in your face.

Finn turned so he was walking backwards

Exhibit B, what you see? Well thats me, I put it back in your place.

They both began walking down the hall together

* They’ve done it before and I can do it some more so what you waiting for?

Sebastian looked over at Finn,

Yeeeahhhh, I was right all along.

As they reached the end of the hallway they were getting even more testy. People began starring as they walked.

* ‘Cause I have done it before and I can do it some more, I got my eye on the score, I’m gunna cut to the core. Its too late, its too soon or is it? Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, Boom.

When they reach the end of the hallway they furiously walk in front of each other criss crossing, each taking a separate hallway at the T. Finn going left while Sebastian Right.

The music intensifies again, with a heavy beat As Sebastian walks he sees a poster of Finn for prom King. He runs his tongue over his front teeth in frustration.

Yeeeahhhh, I was right you were wrong.

Yeeeahhhh, going going you’re gone

He rips down the sign and crinkles into a wad of paper before tossing it into the trash. Finn  walked past one of his posters that Sebastian had defaced with a permanent marker. Finns face pulled into a scowl

I saw you hesitating, waiting to much, till it slipped through your hands.

Sebastian shook his head as he walked.

And then you stagger to your feet and out the door ‘cause there’s no second chance

As they each reach the corner they harshly turn,

That’s right

They each make their way to one destination. As they continued down the now empty hallway Sebastian started dancing and jumping off the walls as he continued while Finn ditched his backpack and began to psych himself up as if he was about to go out onto the football field.

* ‘Cause I have done it before and I can do it some more, I got my eye on the score, I’m gunna cut to the core. Its too late, its too soon or is it? Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick,

They each enter the auditorium in a dramatic entrance, Finn slams the door open and Sebastian kicks the door open. Each of them letting the door slam behind them,

* Boom.

You are sitting in class when Rachel frantically enters, “Rach, whats going on.”

“You need to come with me right now.” She pulls on your arm.

You protest slightly, “Class is about to start.”

“Trust me.” As you follow her you realize she is taking you to the auditorium. On your way many of the other Glee members followed. As you entered you saw Finn and Sebastian on stage, all of you stood their watching the spectacle play out.

Check it,

Sebastian nodded his head sharply towards Finn. the music was lower this time, more base but just as heavy.

And you come crying to me, but it’s too late

Finn began to walk across the stage as Grant walked towards him

The man you try hard to be, but it’s too late

They met in the middle and turned around each other before walking backwards while keeping eye contact.

Finn started to pace slightly

Get your head out of the sand but it’s too late.

Sebastian scoffed,

It’s too late

Too late

Too late

Too late

They were practically screaming at each other as the tension built.They turned away from each other in frustration, Sebastian mocked Finn under his breath

Oh yeah but it’s too late

Finn looked out of the corner of his eye,

yeah it’s too late

Get your head out of the sand, it’s too late.

Sebastian shook his head with a cocky smile

Finn took a deep breath,

It’s too late, too late.

They started to circle each other on the stage like birds circling their prey.

* You know I have done it before and I can do it some more, I got my eye on the score, I’m gunna cut to the core. You know I have done it before and I can do it some more, I got my eye on the score, I’m gunna cut to the core.

“Someone go get Mr. Schue” You say as you start to make your way towards the stage, “Now.” Out of the corner of your eye you see a few people scurry out.

It’s too late.

Finn shot out

It’s too soon, it’s too late.

Sebastian shot back.

It’s too soon.

Finn was getting more frustrated,

* Its too late it’s too soon.

Sebastian let out a short sigh through his nose as he smirked,

or is it?

With every word they stepped closer and closer to one another.

* Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick

* Boom.

They snapped. Fists were flying and it was an all out brawl on the stage. You quickly run up onto the stage in attempt to break them up but a hand on your shoulder held you back. You look up to see Mr. Schue running in front of you.  

You watch as they rolled around on the floor ending with Finn on top of Sebastian laying out punches. Instantly Mr. Schue pulled Finn up and off Sebastian who started to rise up on his elbows in an attempt to get up. You run up discouraging him from coming back at Finn.

“What is going on!?” Mr. Schue had his big voice on. “This is not how we settle things.”

Both boys were breathing hard, adrenaline still pumping through their veins. Their glares at one another could kill.

You look at Finn as Mr. Schue spoke, “Finn, my office now.” He starts to retaliate. “Walk it off, my office now.”

You both turn to Sebastian, “Sebastian, get cleaned up and get to my office and if either of you so much as looks at each other wrong, so help me.”

You push Sebastian back slightly to get him to snap out of it. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

You tug on his arm, leading him into the girls bathroom near the auditorium. He leans against the sink and crossed his arms like a little kid who just got scolded. You quickly grab some paper towel and get them wet. He had a slightly swollen, black eye with a gash over his left eyebrow. He must have split his lip as well at some point as a small amount of blood was there as well.  

You position yourself in front of him, his long legs on either side of you.“Ya know, I’ve never had two guys fight over me before.” You start as you wipe his lip before you start dabbing his brow making him wince. “I’m not a fan.”

He stayed quiet, his eyes down, as you continued to work. “Hey,” His eyes flick up to yours. “I appreciate the gesture, I think.”

The look of defeat began to creep over his eyes, “But you choose Finn, I get it.” He pushed your hand to the side with an instant aggravated attitude.

You raise your eyebrows slightly, “You’re such an idiot.”

You lean down and gently press your lips to his. You felt him jump slightly in shock before he uncrossed his arms letting them settle on either side of your waist. You slowly pull away but he doesn’t let go. “I choose you Sebastian, I’ve had feeling for you for a while now. I just didn’t know how to bring it up. I would have sooner if I knew all that was going to happen.”

A smile slowly grew on his face before he let out a small laugh. “I am such an idiot.”

You finish cleaning him up before you walk together to Mr. Schue’s office to find out what Sebastian’s punishment would be. Right as the two you reach the office he stops you, brings his hands up to cup either side of you cheeks and kisses you again. He smiles then enters the office.

Well, have I got quite the tale to tell to you my lovelies.

First, I will start by saying that my cousin’s wedding was beautiful and my family was very happy to gather around relatives that we hadn’t seen in years. That Friday was amazing and we all had an amazing time being with each other.

Saturday was a different story. Around five in the afternoon, in a busy corner street, inside a seven eleven that was literally right across the hotel that we were staying at, my sister, my younger cousin, and myself, were robbed.

Don’t believe it? Well, I’m still having a hard time processing myself.

Not even 3 minutes inside this seven eleven, these two fucking punks with shades on and their hoods up come in yelling in Spanish and demanding we give them our stuff. One man takes his gun out and robs another family that was there and the cash register, while the other comes up directly to my 16 year old cousins face and snatches her cellphone from her hand. He then begins to tell my other cousin who was with us (he’s 11) to not look at his face. My little cousin doesn’t speak Spanish, so he didn’t understand. The guy then brandishes the gun that he has on his hip and my sister very calmly pulls our little cousin back and tells him to put his head down. The guy then goes for my purse and takes it. I actually managed to save my wallet since I had it out of my hand and as I was pulling the strap of my purse off across my shoulders I dropped my wallet and kicked it behind this cardboard chip display thing.

Motherfuckers may have taken a great deal of our stuff but with the little rage that I felt; I was sure as hell not going to let them take everything from us.

Afterwards, the store was locked down while we waited for police and we watched as our entire family narrowly miss traffic as they literally sprinted across the street to us.

What they took was my cousin’s phone, they took my sister’s purse, phone, ID, credit cards, and cash, and they took my purse, phone, ID, credit cards, makeup bag, iPod, and iPod charger. These are all replaceable, and now; all unusable since we called, cancelled and changed everything.

But my God, never in my life was I more terrified and enraged then I was at that moment. Never more have I wanted to hurt someone as I want to hurt these men for putting my sister and my younger cousins through that. It was bad, but I know it could have been a whole lot worse.

I thank God that it wasn’t.

The adrenaline is still pumping cause I haven’t been able to sleep that much since we got back.

Sometimes, I lay there thinking, “what if they had taken someone? One of my cousin’s? My sister? Me? What if they had held us hostage? What if they had shot someone?” Sometimes I even imagine everyone in the store kicking their asses and smacking them with those hard Mexican sandals. People cope in different ways and for us: humor helped us. My sister and I didn’t want our younger cousins (and even the adults in our family) to wonder to dark thoughts, so we made cracked jokes. My sister made fun of the guys height and I joked about how ridiculous the guy looked like carrying her little pink bag. I don’t know if it was a good way to handle it, but the kids and our parents don’t need that stress.

I’m just happy that everyone is ok, and that I am back home with my family. As for the petty, disgusting, and fucking monstrous criminals, I hope they catch them, and if they don’t, then I hope karma bites them really, really, hard in their narrow asses.

Bestfriend Benefits [2]

Word count: 1.6k
Warning: sexual implications, warren still has a daddy kink
A/N: Im so overwhelmed by the positive feedback from Part One of “Bestfriend Benefits”; thank you guys so much for everything please keep sending me feedback because Im not sure if I like this part and it helps me stay inspired

“That was smooth as hell but we aren’t done yet. There is no way I would ever call you daddy.”
The car stopped as Warren suddenly turned to you; his eyes dark and mischievous as he leant over in his seat. Your faces were mere inches away, his hands grazing over your bare thigh as your cheeks flushed a bright pink.
“Oh baby girl we will see about that…”

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"I'll catch you, I promise"

Not a request, just one I’ve been working on throughout the day. First of the requests coming tonight, so keep your eyes peeled.
Hogwarts AU
You weaved in and out of the trees of the forbidden forest, tirelessly trying to keep up with Newt’s pace. Who knew Hufflepuffs were so quick?!

You had, for some reason, agreed to helping Newt, your best friend of 2 years, find this creature. A moke? You couldn’t remember, it was all rapid fire explanation before you willingly accepted. It’s so dull in those common rooms, you would so much rather be doing anything but sitting by the fire with schoolwork. Well, that actually doesn’t seem to bad at the moment.
You began to panic as you watched Newt’s image start to disappear in the distance of the forest.

“Newt!” You yell in a hushed whisper, but it was no use. If you were louder, you’d draw attention to yourself. Newt was on a mission, and Newt was going to follow through with that mission by any means necessary.

You were dodging every vine and strange creature that happened to stumble your way, basically ignoring everything worth stopping and studying just to keep up with your friend. Your stupid…stupid…very cute friend.

You were jumping over this small creek when you felt a searing pain in your calf, followed by something ominously warm trickling down to your foot. You let out a cry and clutched your leg.

“Damnit” you sighed under your breath, stopping to take a look at the damage.
It wasn’t too serious, not enough to need stitches, but if it wasn’t disinfected soon, you would get very sick.

“Dammit Newt, come back!” You stomped your foot on the uneven ground, immediately regretting it as your leg gave out, and you tumbled onto the forest floor.

You repositioned your leg to look at it once more, and you audibly gasped. Needless to say, it wasn’t a pretty sight. Some dirt had found its way into the gash and was burning like crazy. You felt a wave of nausea as you tried to stand up again.

You took a step. It was painful, yet tolerable.
Now wasn’t about the Moke, it was just finding Newt and going home so you could chew him out about leaving you stranded in the forest.

You strolled through at an infuriatingly slow pace, cursing the fact that before you even get back the the common room, you’ll probably be busted and expelled. What a delight to think about.

An hour or so seemed to have passed, because you started to feel a little light headed from the exhaustion. Maybe you could live here from now on, it didn’t seem like that bad of a place to stay?

As you were just about to consider putting a down payment on that hole in the tree, you heard something ominously close with large, slow footprints.

Great, you think. Just great. You didn’t have time to deal with another centaur yelling at you for trespassing.

But just as you looked up, you locked eyes with a 12 foot troll, looking confused, and dangerously curious. He carried a stick the size of your entire body, which could probably also crush your entire body if he tried.

“(Y/N)…don’t move” you heard that all too familiar voice.
“Newt? Newt I’m going to kill you” you resisted the urge to look around for him.

“Understandable. But first, we’re going to focus on you not getting killed. Don’t look now but I’m at the bottom of this small crevice right behind Tully”

“You gave him a name?”
“I give them all names, (Y/N), don’t be ridiculous. The point is, you need to slide between his legs, and jump down into the crevice. I’ll catch you. Can you do that for me?” Your eyes widen at his ridiculous

“No, absolutely not, there has to be another way”

“(Y/N) please…please he won’t stay well behaved forever. Either you do as I say, or…” he trailed off, not letting himself think like that.
“You said you’d catch me, right? You won’t let me fall?”

“Oh course I’ll catch you, I promise”
You stay silent for a second, before the troll’s hand twitched, and it all became way to real.
You threw away your sound logic, and broke into a sprint straight for the troll’s legs. He wasn’t quite fast enough to detect what was happening, so you went right through his legs, making a run for the crevice. It was a lot steeper than you imagined. You squeezed your eyes shut, and leapt from the safety of the ground.
You were falling at an alarmingly quick pace, for a maybe a little too long.

But eventually you came to a stop, and you were safety in the arms of your friend.
He was smiling wildly at you, but as quick as his smile came, it left, and the footsteps of the troll were directly overhead.

He pulled you close into an embrace, as he pushed the two of you against the wall, trying not to make any noise. You felt a blush creep into your cheeks, but tried to dismiss any thoughts before they came.

It felt like hours before the footsteps faded, and you two were locked in silence.
You pulled away ever so slightly, trying to catch his eye.

“Wow that was…” you trailed off, adrenaline still pumping through your veins.

“Amazing? Electrifying?” He was absolutely full of excitement, and all your potential anger evaporated.

“Yes” you said, smiling wildly at him.
“Absolutely amazing”

“Then let’s run along before he comes back” he said, and began to wander down the path, holding you hand closely behind him.
Slowly but surely, the pain in your leg stared to resurface until you were pathetically limping behind Newt.

And then, the pain just became too much.
“Hey…uh, Newt. How about we take a rest for a bit ok?” You fumble, trying to smile through the burning sensation in your leg. His face twisted in confusion and concern, obviously seeing through your facade.

“Why? Is everything ok?”
You bite your lip, not wanting to worry him with your injury. It was minor anyway. You can get it looked at later.

“Yes, I’m just a little tired. Sorry” you avoided his eye contact, knowing he’d see through your lie. He still didn’t seem at all convinced, so he halted and held out his arm, stopping you from proceeding to walk.

“No no, something’s wrong, you’re not looking at me” You fidget awkwardly, trying to make yourself smaller under his gaze.
“My leg is just bothering me a little bit”
“Well, let me see…I may have something to help”

You reluctantly shifted, showing your horror movie of a leg to him.
His face immediately paled and he gasped.
“(Y/N)…you should have told me”

Your face flushed with embarrassment.
“I didn’t want to be a burden” he shook his head and looked up at you in disbelief, and the two of you just froze, lost in each other’s gaze.
“Your safety will never be a burden” he muttered, obviously lost at what to say next.

You looked away sharply, breaking the trance, and for a split second, he almost looked disappointed.

“Well we better get you to the nurse for your leg, or we have to cut it off” your eyes go wide, but he chuckled a little bit in response.

“I’m joking. Now, can you walk?”
“Of course I can…just a little inadequately. It’s getting dark, I’ll manage”
“No need, I’ll carry you” you let out a laugh you didn’t know you were holding in.
“What?” His face twisted with hurt from your sudden outburst.

“I’m sorry it’s just, you’re a wee little thing”
“I can be strong if I want to be.”
“What if we go splitsies, you’ll carry me half the way, and then I’ll carry you”

“Very funny” he smiled at you, but it eventually fell, leaving a serious tension in the air.
“Let me help you”
You glare at him playfully, then ruffle his hair, which you know he hates. He frantically tries to pat his wild curls back down.

“Fine, but just this once”
He beams at you, then jumps up and mimics some sort of wild animal doing a dance, as if excited to get some action.

You stand there, not knowing whether to laugh or be absolutely terrified.

“Hop on” he finally says, and you can’t help yourself from breaking into a mad grin.
“Wow Newt, you are one fantastic beast”
He looks back at you with some kind of expression you had never seen before. The look in his eyes was something of wonder and passion.

“And as are you.”

Say It Again

Originally posted by rainbowharryy-archive

Request: Can u make a imagine where you call Derek daddy during sex ? 

Author’s Note: Yes, anon. Yes, I can. Because I am a kinky lil bitch. I may have gotten slightly carried away with this, so I apologize haha! Also, I’ve never written a daddy!kink before, so I hope it’s okay :o Anyway, enjoy ;)

Warnings: Language; smut; daddy!kink; so much dirty talk; really just pure filth


Derek swallowed my moans as his mouth dominated my own, tongues tangling and teeth clashing every now and then. We were a desperate mess, hands grabbing and touching everywhere, bodies pressed together in an attempt to eliminate all space between us. Maybe it was the adrenaline still pumping fresh in both of us from the chase, maybe it was the need to make ourselves realize that the other was still there, alive and okay. Maybe it was both.

All I knew was that I wanted this man, my man, to consume every part of me, make me his, fucking own me.

Before I could even process what was happening, Derek had ripped my shirt from my body, tossing it somewhere behind him while attaching his lips back to my own. I was practically panting, my hands pawing at his clothes. I wanted, no needed, to feel his bare skin pressed against mine.

“Get this fucking thing off!” I half-yelled, tugging at Derek’s shirt. He chuckled, pulling it over his head and giving me that gorgeous Hale smirk as his eyes met mine again. I pulled my lip between my teeth as I ran my hands over the expanse of his chest. Derek’s mouth found my neck, quickly sucking a dark mark into the sensitive flesh.

“You’re all mine,” he whispered in my ear, biting on my earlobe. I gasped at the sensation, running my hands around to the back of his shoulders to bring his body closer.

“Yes, baby,” I breathed. “Own me. Show me who I belong to.”

“Gladly,” he snarled, leaning back down to attack the column of my throat. I arched off of the wall that I was pressed against, reaching behind myself to unclip my bra. I let the lacy cotton fall to the floor, moaning loudly when Derek’s large hands cupped my breasts. “So gorgeous,” he said, peppering kisses down my collarbone and across the top of my cleavage. 

“Derek,” I panted, carding my fingers through his hair as he flicked his tongue over one of my nipples. They became hard peaks immediately as he worked them over, sucking one between his lips and tweaking the other with his fingers. I was practically clawing at his shoulders, my teeth digging into the soft flesh of my bottom lip to try to keep in the moans that were threatening to escape.

Derek’s tongue was everywhere. He was licking and sucking all over my body, leaving dark love bites on my breasts and collarbones, then moving down to do the same to my stomach. God, it felt amazing. I loved wearing his marks, silently telling the world that I was his. 

“Don’t tease,” I panted, squirming against the wall as he trailed his lips just above the waist of my jeans. Derek let out a dark chuckle before catching my eyes with his own.

“I don’t think you’re in any position to give orders, darling,” he said. I glared down at him, but kept my mouth shut nonetheless. He undid the button and zipper on my jeans and pulled the denim down my legs, helping me step of them. His mouth was on my panty-clad core, and I let a low moan as his warm breath hit me.

“Fuck, baby, please,” I begged, voice high and whiny. I didn’t care how I sounded, I just needed something. My hips bucked into the air, desperately seeking out the friction they desired, until Derek pinned them down, tearing off my underwear and bringing a leg over his shoulder so he could swiftly licking a stripe through my folds.

“You always taste so fucking good, babe,” he praised, returning his tongue to my core. I didn’t even care about trying to control the noises flying out of my mouth. I was too consumed by pleasure. Derek’s fingertips were digging into my hips so hard in an effort to keep me in place that I was sure there’d be bruises tomorrow. His tongue alternated between flicking rapidly over my clit and sliding into my entrance, driving me absolutely wild. Oh, and when he wrapped his lips around that little bundle of nerves, I fucking lost it, screaming his name as my legs shook. My fingers were pulling at his hair, making him groan and sending sweet vibrations through my whole body.

The orgasm wracked my body with waves of pleasure so intense that I could barely stand up on my wobbly legs. Thankfully, Derek was able to practically hold me up as he worked me through it, slowly helping me down. Once I was breathing normally again, he stood up, smashing his lips against mine. I moaned as my taste mingled on our tongues, my arms threading around his neck to pull him closer. The bulge still trapped in his jeans pressed into my thigh, making us both groan.

“Fuck, baby,” he breathed, mouth back on my neck. My fingers ran down his chest to the belt on his pants, undoing it as fast I could with my trembling hands. Finally, I managed to get his jeans shoved down, and he kicked them off just in time for me to tug on his boxer briefs as well. I gripped Derek’s hard length, stroking him languidly and feeling every vein and ridge. Just as I started to drop to my knees, wanting to taste him so bad, he stopped me, lips coming to press against my ear. “Don’t. I need to be inside you. Now.”

“Yes,” I moaned, a shiver running down my spine at his words. Before I could process what was happening, Derek had me bent over the table, my breasts pushed deliciously against the cool wood and ass exposed and ready for him. I felt his calloused hand run over the swell of the supple flesh before coming down in a hard smack.

“You like that, baby girl?” Derek asked, making me groan as he did it again. The sting was absolutely perfect, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my  already soaked core. “Answer me.” Another smack.

“Yes, Daddy!” I cried out, the words leaving my mouth without any forethought. We both froze, Derek’s mouth parting just slightly as my eyes widened in horror. Oh, God, I can’t believe I let that slip out. I waited with baited breath to see what he would do. When I couldn’t take the silence any longer, I started to apologize. “I’m so-”

“Say it again,” he commanded, catching me off guard. With a confused expression, I looked back over my shoulder at him. Derek’s eyes had gone at least two shades darker, his breath coming a little faster now, and cock absolutely pulsing with need.


“Say it again,” he repeated, voice low and dangerous as he bent over me to whisper in my ear. “Do you like it when I spank you?”

“Y- yes, Daddy,” I whispered. I felt the growl rumble through his chest. “I love it.”

“Have you been a bad girl, Y/N?”

“Yes..” Derek’s hand came down again, particularly hard this time, making me shout. I knew what he wanted. “Yes, Daddy!”

“Good girl, baby,” he cooed, smoothing over the globe of my ass, no doubt soothing all the red marks he had left behind. His fingers trailed down to run through my dripping folds, making me let out a moan as my forehead fell against the surface of the table. My hips bucked back into his touch, needing so much more. 

“Please, Daddy, please fuck me,” I begged. Derek hummed, and then I felt the head of his cock rubbing against me.

“You want my cock, baby girl? You want me to fuck you until you can’t walk?” he teased, pushing in to just the tip. I couldn’t even form words. My head was swimming, dizzy with desire. I moved back to try and draw him deeper, but Derek’s hands held me in place.

“I need you inside me!” I practically yelled, emotion overcoming my thoughts. Without any further ado, Derek thrust all the way in, only stopping once he was completely sheathed to the hilt. A long, loud moan left my lips at the feeling of being completely filled. He stayed there for a moment, letting me adjust, until I moved back against him.

“You feel so good, sweetheart,” Derek breathed as he began to thrust at a quick pace. I could feel every part of him dragging against my walls, and it was shear bliss. Before long, I was begging to go “faster” and “harder”, which he gladly did. I was nearly screaming, my hips slamming against the edge of the table with every movement. 

“Oh, God, right there…don’t stop!” I panted. I was breathing heavily, sweat coating my body, but all I cared about was the pleasure coursing through my veins. I was so close to another climax, so close.

“Who makes you feel this good?” Derek grunted. “Hm?”

“You, Daddy!” I answered, eyes squeezed shut as I dug my nails into the wood beneath me. 

“Shit. Come for me, baby, come on.” With his words, I went spiraling over the edge, shouting profanities mixed with Derek’s name as I did. My limbs were shaking with pleasure as it exploded within me. My walls clenched around Derek’s cock, making him groan my name loudly and falter in his thrusts. Before long, he was right behind me, stilling as he was finally overtaken by his orgasm.

After a few more shallow thrusts, Derek pulled out. I collapsed against the tabletop, not able to move. My limbs were heavy and my body was sated, wanting nothing more than to just fall into a deep sleep. I felt strong arms wrap around me, picking me up and carrying me to the bed. Derek laid me down, crawling beside me and pressing a kiss to my temple.

“That was amazing,” he said softly, nuzzling my neck. I chuckled, finally able to think somewhat clearly.

“So,” I started, lazily rolling my head to the side to look at him. “A daddy kink, huh?” His scruffy cheeks turned the slightest shade of pink as he shrugged.

“It was just really fucking hot hearing it come out of your mouth,” he said, making me chuckle. Taking a deep breath, I curled up into his chest and got comfortable, my eyes closing as I started to drift to sleep.

“That was probably the best sex we’ve ever had. We’ll definitely be trying that again.”

What is Wrong With Your Face?

Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean

Summary: After a hunt with the boys, all the reader wants to do is relax and unwind. She doesn’t know that putting on a face mask would cause so much distress.

Warnings: A little bit of cursing. I don’t think there’s anything else!

Word Count: 936

A/N: Just a little story I whipped up before work. I thought it was kinda funny :-) Although this is a Sam x Reader, there isn’t a whole lot of fluff between them. Just a few kisses here and there! Feedback is very much appreciated!!!! xx


It was nearly two in the morning and you, Sam, and Dean were just getting home from a hunt. A group of vampires had happened to travel right through Kansas, just a few miles from the bunker. They sent you on a wild goose chase in the beginning, but the three of you ended the hunt successfully.

When you arrived at the bunker, you trudged down the stairs and went straight for your room.

“Hey Y/N, Dean and I are going to get cleaned up and then do a little research before we go to bed… you can join us if you want” Sam suggested, following you down the bunker hallway.

You practically glared a hole right through his head. “No. No more. I am done for the day. I’ll be in our room if you need me… but please, don’t need me” you answered sharply.

Sam gave you a quick smile then gave you a soft kiss on the head. “We won’t be at it for long… I’ll be in bed in a little bit”

Giving him a slight nod, you slid into your shared bedroom and shut the door behind you.

This kind of thing happened to you every couple months. The stress and lack of sleep from so many hunts would catch up with you, and you would snap. All you wanted to do was relax and be by yourself. Luckily, after being with Sam for so long, he usually knew when these times would come and would leave you be for a little while.

After changing your clothes and rinsing off all of the caked on blood on you, you decided to pamper yourself a little bit. Adrenaline was still pumping heavily through your veins so you knew that you wouldn’t be falling asleep any time soon.

You dimmed all of the lights and lit your only scented candle you owned. After collecting a bathtub fizz ball you bought almost a month ago, a bottle of wine, and the book you had been most recently reading, you ran yourself a bubble bath.

You threw your hair up into a messy bun on the top of your head, then lowered yourself into the tub. Your aching body happily embraced the heat surrounding it.

After a few minutes of relaxing, you reached over the side of the bath tub to grab the face mask you had prepared for yourself. You squeezed a little bit of the bright green liquid onto your fingers then gently massaged it into your skin. Leaning back onto the wall of the tub, you let out a sigh of relief, finally getting some well-deserved relaxation.

15 minutes and a glass of wine later, you heard a small tap on the bathroom door. Luckily, you had locked it before getting into the tub.

“Hey babe, I erm, know that you told me not to bug you, but… we kind of need you out here. I think we found something” Sam soothingly called out through the door.

Groaning loudly, you sat up straight in the tub. “Fine. I’ll be out in a minute”

You dried off as much as possible then slipped into your favorite fluffy robe. Padding into the library, you stopped once you approached the boys looking intently at a book.

“So, what did you find?”

“Well, it looks like… oh my god Y/N, your face!” Dean’s gruff voice rumbled. A look of shock and disgust flashed across his face as he stood, backing away a few steps.

Sam immediately looked up at you when he saw Dean’s reaction. “What the hell are you talki… Y/N are you okay? Your face…”

Your eye brows knit together at their reaction. Was there something wrong with your face? Why were they bringing up your face right now?

“What a nice way to kick me while I’m down” you deadpanned as you went searching for the nearest mirror to see what they were talking about.

“Y/N, your face is… bright green!” Sam exclaimed with wide eyes.

You immediately stopped looking for a mirror and instead almost fell on the floor laughing. Sam and Dean seemed incredibly concerned by your sudden burst of laughter.

“What the hell is wrong with her? Wait, are you sure she didn’t get bit on that hunt?!” Dean whispered to Sam. Sam immediately made his way over to you and rested a hand on your waist.

“Babe, what’s going on?”

Between fits of laughter, you were finally able to choke out what you were laughing about. “It’s… an… exfoliation… face…. mask!”

“A what?” Dean inquired, still looking at you with wide eyes and knitted eyebrows. It shouldn’t have surprised you that neither of the boys knew what a face mask was. Thinking about it, you were pretty sure you’d never used one since you met them almost four years ago.

Sam took his finger and dabbed at your face, getting some of the green goo off. He held it up to his nose and took a curious sniff. “Smells… minty?”

“Why the hell would you put green goop on your face?!” Dean rumbled.

“It’s supposed to help the complexion of your face… yanno, cleans out your pores, refreshes your skin?” you tried to explain to them. They both just shrugged and looked at each other.

Once you finally settled down, you went to the bathroom and cleaned off your face. “You guys have faced demons, vampires, angels, werewolves, ghouls, and whatever else, yet you get scared when I put on a face mask…” you chuckled to yourself as the boys rolled their eyes at you.

You wouldn’t ever let them live that down.

The Avengers Preference - You’re Friends but You Secretly Like Each Other

Bruce Banner / The Hulk

The text you got from Bruce was simple - he’d gotten you the job you’d been dreaming of having since you were a little girl. If you hadn’t fallen for him enough, this was the icing on the cake. You were now well and truly head over heels for Bruce Banner and he had no idea the effect he was having on you.

You vigorously knocked on his apartment door, barely being able to stand still. Inside, Bruce, with a small smile on his face, began to approach the door. You had no idea the effect you had on him. You were the only reason he stuck around in the city for and the only person he would use his awkward fame to get a job for. He knew you deserved the job anyway, and you were intelligent enough to have it, but it was hard to get these kinds of jobs without having a network built up or without your parents being rich and helping you along. 

“Bruce!” you threw yourself into his arms and he couldn’t help but smile, awkwardly wrapping his arms around you in return, “I can’t believe you did this for me - you honestly didn’t have to!” 

Bruce awkwardly nudged the door shut with his foot, you basically clinging onto his body as you weren’t too sure how to express just how much you appreciated what he’d done for you. 

“Of course I did; I’d do anything for you, (Y/N),” he gave a small laugh and you pulled away from the hug, still smiling. 

“Because that’s what friends are for, right?” 

Bruce had decided a long time ago that he had several flaws; one of them being that at times, he didn’t think before he spoke. 

“I like you a bit more than that.” 

You paused, the two of you now staring at one another with wide eyes and with all the adrenaline still pumping through you, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him once more; resting your head against his chest. 

“Me too,” was all you said in reply. 

Bucky Barnes

“I’ll have you know,” Bucky said, finishing another pull up, “that back in the day, I was known to be an amazing kisser.” 

“Yeah, well gramps, it’s been over half a century since it was your day. Times are a’ changin,” you leaned against the wall, flicking through your messages on your phone as you waited for Bucky to finish his exercise routine. In all honesty, you had trouble not watching him; he was shirtless, dripping with sweat and looked attractive as ever but ever since he’d crossed into S.H.I.E.L.D and teamed up with them, you were in charge of making sure he got to and from places, almost like an assistant. It was really because you were the only one he trusted and you were basically his best friends - being around one another was relaxing and you had to admit, you did have the biggest crush on him. You were certain that there was no way he could feel the same way though; he was gorgeous and you doubted you compared to the girls he’d seen throughout his life time. You were just his best friend that made sure he followed orders. But talking about stuff such as kissing made you have trouble remembering that. 

“Why don’t you see for yourself?” he teased, you completely unaware to the fact that he had stopped his routine and was moving closer to you. 

“Yeah, righ-,” you were cut off when you felt Bucky grab your hips, pulling you towards him and kissing you. Your phone dropped from your hands as you instinctively grabbed his face, kissing him back just as fiercely as he kissed you and god, he was right. He is an amazing kisser. 

Your phone buzzed on the floor, bringing you back to reality and you quickly pushed him away, trying to stop yourself from blushing as you picked the phone up off the floor; Bucky smiling widely. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” he told you honestly, causing your heart rate to increase. 

“God, me too,” you wanted to slap yourself, “I mean- shush - get in the car.” 

As you tried to hurry off, nearly tripping over your own two feet, completely aware that Bucky’s eyes were glued on you, he called after you. 

“Do I get another kiss in the car?” 

Clint Barton / Hawkeye

“(Y/N), get in the water.” 

You rocked on the balls of your feet, looking down at the pool of water beneath you. 

“It looks cold,” you told Clint honestly, watching him roll his eyes. 

“It’s a a water spring in Europe - it’s gonna be cold.”

You crossed your arms over your chest. It wasn’t often that you and Clint got to do missions together on your own and one of his many suggestions for the few days mission was to go for a swim, considering that you weren’t going to be seeing a nice shower for at least 2 more days. 

“Okay but don’t watch me,”

Clint snorted, “don’t watch you?” 

“I look stupid when I’m wet,” you didn’t let him reply as you dived into the water; which was freezing, as you suspected. Rising to the surface close by to Clint, your teeth were chattering and you were glowering at the man who was grinning back at you. 

“I watched you,” he teased and you splashed water into his direction, “you don’t look too much like a drowned rat anyway. Only a little bit.” 

“Oh gee - thanks so much! Now I get to enjoy your company, look like shit and freeze my tits off.” 

“Well we can’t have that,” Clint said sarcastically, swimming in your direction as you watched him suspiciously. Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around you, giving you an indication to wrap your legs around him as you raised your eyebrows, “you’re such a drama queen, (Y/N).”

“You know, our bodies are in very close proximity right now. You really don’t want to piss me off any further.” 

He gave a small nod, “you’re right, our bodies are in close proximity,” and then he did something you had dreamed about since he first began to train you as an agent. He kissed you. Your lips moved together hungrily and you felt his hands cheekily grip your bum as yours got tangled in his wet hair, the two of you forgetting just how cold the water was. What felt like after only seconds, the two of you pulled away and you could see that he was very chuffed with himself. 

“I’m still annoyed with you,” you said quietly and he smiled sweetly at you. 

“I know but at least I know I can make up for it by kissing you.”


“Someone will eventually figure out that you’re hiding away here,” you told Loki as you rested your head beside his on the arm rest of the couch, “Asgard prison doesn’t sound that bad. They treat you like a prince even though you’re in prison - what a good deal. I’ll send gift baskets.” 

Loki huffed, his eyes flicking towards you before looking back out at the window. He was sprawled out along your couch, trying to figure out some kind of action plan. He was wanted just as much on Earth as he was in Asgard but he was perfectly capable of readjusting his appearance to hide out for a little while; the only problem was that with Tony Stark’s new technology, it was able to detect through Loki’s disguises which made matters hard. 

“You aren’t in Asgard, (Y/N),” he muttered and you gave a small smile. You weren’t too sure how you became such close friends with someone you should definitely consider an enemy and it didn’t help that you were nearly in love with him. Being human was just a small part of the problem you were facing with him. 

“You know that Thor adores you. He gets his girl up there from time to time, why can’t I?” 

“You know why,” Loki said, “wait, did you just say ‘his girl’?” 

“Yeah - do you need me to translate that? Like… his woman… he significant other-,” you cut yourself off as you saw Loki’s hands move slowly up towards your face and then nudging it down towards his own. 

“I know what you mean, (Y/N),” and then very passionately, the two of you were kissing. You still had no idea what you were going to do with the wanted Asgardian but all that mattered to you right now was that you were kissing him and he was kissing you back. 

Pietro Maximoff / Quicksilver

“I could probably die,” Pietro told you very seriously and quickly dodged the hand you went to slap him with. 

“You’re not going to die and you’re still not picking the movie we’re going to watch tonight after this.” 

Pietro frowned at you, the two of you standing outside the building you were just about to infiltrate as you awaited your orders. 

“What must I do to convince you that my movie choice will not be that bad?” 

“Get a review from Wanda,”

“Okay, never mind,” you bit back a laugh, turning towards the building and looking up, completely unaware that Pietro’s eyes were still on you, “we don’t have to watch a movie?” 

You raised an eyebrow, “we always watch movies on Friday nights?”

“Yes, but we could do other things… go out for dinner?” 

“He’s asking you out on a date, (Y/N),” Tony’s recognizable voice came through both your earpiece’s and although Pietro put his head in his hands from embarrassment, you turned around to face him quickly. 

“You want to go on a date with me?” he gave you a small nod, “oh- oh my god!” 

Suddenly, you flung yourself into his arms and kissed him. Right there, when you were meant to be going inside and kicking some ass at any time and instead of preparing yourselves, you were kissing. 

“If you two need to take the rest of the day off, we understand,” Tony’s voice came through the ear piece once more and you pulled away from Pietro, both of you blushing furiously as you heard Steve yell at Tony.  

Steve Rogers / Captain America

The noise that Steve made as he laid down on your bed was almost inhuman, him stretching out before relaxing among the pillows. 

“Make yourself at home,” you said sarcastically, leaning against the door frame as you watched your best friend smile. It wasn’t uncommon for Steve to get slightly tipsy after missions but you were always there to make sure he didn’t make a fool out of himself; thankfully, he only ever had a few drinks that left his system pretty quickly because you doubted that you’d be able to get a drunk Steve Rogers, a man with superhuman strength, back and into bed without any accidents. 

“Your bed is so much more comfier than mine,” he said, “you’re much more comfy.” 

You chuckled, walking over to the side of the bed and sitting beside him, his eyes now shut as he spoke to you. 

“I’m much more comfy?” you repeated and Steve’s eyebrows furrowed. 

“I’m bad with words,” his hand suddenly reached over to where you were sitting, searching around clumsily until he finally found your hand, “(Y/N), I want you to kiss me.” 

You stared at him, “you’re drunk, Steve.” 

“You know I can’t get drunk properly. I’m tired and the alcohol is wearing off so kiss me,” his eyes opened momentarily, flickering over at you, “please?” 

Steve squeezed your hand in a strange sort of encouragement and you weren’t too sure what was going on. Sure, you’d thought about kissing him - a lot, and you thought about dating him probably way too many times for someone he just considered a friend, but now he was asking you to kiss him. 

As quickly as you could, you leaned over him, pausing just above his lips and then you kissed him. It was quick enough to make your heart rate soar through the roof and when you moved away, a large smile was on his face.

“Good,” he said to himself, looking up at you, “now stay.” 

Then, he grabbed your waist and pulled you down so your head was on his chest and you were sprawled out over him, feeling his chest moving up and down as he laughed at how stupid you looked. 

“I hate you,” you muttered, curling up comfortably now and you felt him chuckle once more. 

“No you don’t, you kissed me,” Steve said smugly, “I never thought this would be the way I would get you to do that. I’ll make it up to you… tomorrow.” 


“Jesus Christ!” you shrieked, dropping your bag on the floor as you placed a hand over your heart when you realised who was sitting on your couch. 

Thor, decked out in his armor, sat quite comfortably as he smiled at you. 

“No, just me,” you shook your head as you quickly picked your things up from the ground, scrambling over to him. 

“What are you doing here? I mean, it’s a nice surprise but you weren’t coming for another week - can you leave a message for me next time so I know next time that you’ll be awaiting my arrival in my own home?” 

“Oh, a message,” Thor thought for a moment, “I will get onto that. I’m here because I heard there was someone troubling you.” 

You sat down on the couch across from him, “what kind of trouble?” 

“A man,” 

“Oh, you gotta watch out for those,” Thor didn’t quite seem to get the joke, “it wasn’t anything really. Just a work guy wouldn’t leave me alone even after I’d said no like a hundred times - I think he got the message eventually. I told him to go fuck himself.” 

Thor nodded, “and was that effective?” 

“Sure was. Did you come all this way just to ask me that? I’m actually quite flattered but won’t your dad be ticked off because you’re taking the night off next week to watch a TV show with me?” 

Thor paused. You and him were close in such a strange way - most people couldn’t understand the friendship you had; especially his father. You knew that getting him to come visit you every few weeks was a big ask and yet he managed to do it every time. 

“Yes, he may be ‘ticked off’ but I had to be sure,” he picked up his trusty hammer and like that, began to leave your apartment but stopped momentarily, “there was another thing I would like to discuss,”

You stood up and faced him, crossing your arms to your chest, “what’s that?” 

“I no longer want to call you the… ‘Midgardian friend’ that I come to see every now and then - as you put it,”

“You don’t?” 

“My family and my allies tell me that I shouldn’t come visit you so frequently without a purpose. There was always a purpose but I didn’t want to frighten you with it,” Thor somehow managed to look like the most innocent child as he confessed his feelings for you in the only way he knew how and you bit your lip. 

“Are you telling me you have a crush on me? Wait - you want to date me?” 

He began to open your front door, “er… yes? I can leave you to think about it. Or you may not want to see me again which I can understand…” 

“Thor, you idiot,” you called after him, laughing slightly at his offended expression, “come here.” 

Then, standing on your tippy toes, you kissed the Asgardian. Telling your friends and family that you were friends with Thor was bizarre enough but you were pretty certain you were now agreeing to be with him. You weren’t sure how you were going to explain that but as you kissed him, you decided you really didn’t care. 

Tony Stark / Iron Man

“You’ve gone out of your way,” you told Tony as the two of you slid into a booth, “I never told anyone this was my favourite bar.”

“As your friend I’m obliged to know these things,” he beamed, ignoring the onlookers who were staring at him in a complete daze because Tony Stark was sitting right there. It really wasn’t his type of bar to go to. 

“Are you looking for new kinds of girls to hit on? Am I wing-manning you?” you raised an eyebrow at him, expecting a normal agreeable answer to your question but you were taken aback. 

“Technically you’d be wing-womanning me but no. I just wanted to take you some place that you liked,” he absentmindedly twirled his finger around his shot glass, “besides, every time I have ‘hit on’ a girl, I never do anything with them, believe it or not.” 

Tony quickly drank the shot glass.


He nodded, “never.” 

“We’ve been going out to these places for over a year and you’ve never taken a girl home?” 

“Its been a dry season,” Tony muttered, causing you to laugh. 

“I can’t believe you! Why would you go to all that effort for nothing?” 

He took the beer beside him and began to drink it. He was going to need a lot of alcohol for this. 

“Well, were you jealous?” 

You frowned, “jealous?” 

“Of the girls?” 

“Should I have been?” 

You had been jealous, in all honesty, but he didn’t know that. 

“Just wondering,” Tony sighed, “I’m really confused.” 

“What about in particular?” 

“What do you see us as? Oh jeez,” both of you had to take a drink at that.

“We’re good friends and,” you decided it was time to take your shot now, “fuck it, you know I like you. I can’t believe you’re making me spell it out for you.” 

Tony was taken aback, “you do?” 

“Yes! You’re meant to be one of the most intelligent men in the universe - how did you not see that?” 

“How did you not see that I liked you?!” 

The two of you stared at one another before laughing. 

“Oh my god, we like each other,” you managed to say. The night was going to be interesting. 

Broken Arm (Eric from Divergent Imagine)

You were spending this late night with your boyfriend, Eric, sparring in the Pit to improve your fighting techniques. He almost never went easy on you, expecting you to hold your own against him since no one would go easy on you in a real battle. It annoyed you to no end some times but you knew it was his weird way of showing you he cares. 

“Agh!” You screeched as he threw you to the side. You were supposed to land on your feet but you stumbled on your landing and fell to the ground, bending your arm into an impossible angle. 

“Eric, is my arm supposed to bend like this?” You asked, giving him a weak smile and shrugged your other shoulder. Luckily, the pain hadn’t shot up your arm yet with the adrenaline from the fight still pumping through you.

“Shit.” Eric cursed, bending down next to you and examining it. “Shit, shit, shit!”

“Eric, calm down, it’s only a broken arm.”

“Come on.” he says, helping you to your feet and making sure not to jostle your arm. He slides an arm under your leg and hooks the other around your back, picking you up as carefully and slowly as possible. You held your arm, biting your tongue as the pain started to come in like a white hot branding iron.

“Baby, I’m fine.” You try to convince him.

He grunts and doesn’t look at you but you can see the guilty look in his eyes as he starts going to the infirmary. You peck him on his cheek and press your head under his chin as he walks. Eventually, you slap him lightly with your other hand.

“Stop being such a baby.” You say. Without warning, you kiss him full on the mouth and he envelops your mouth in his, lost in the moment for a split second before focusing back on his mission.

“I’m sorry.” Eric’s apologies were about as rare as Jeanine Matthews admitting she’s wrong. 

“Maybe you should go easy on me next time.” You suggest.


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Cate decides to go visit Anti again today and as soon as she shows up, she can tell something's off about him. Tilting her head, she steps toward him but still keeps a small distance between them. "Uh, hey?"

Anti knocks down the other punching bag and stands there, panting after having but his all into it. There’s still adrenaline pumping through him as he turns to look at them. His eyes shine a bit brighter and he sucks in a sharp breath. “Sorry fer the shitty welcome… Bad day at work,” he jokes, though his words are dripping with anger

Like a Little Black Dress

Gabriel x Reader (Supernatural)

Warnings: This is a little NSFW but it’s not really bad by any means.

Originally posted by sophie-in-the-tardis

It all started with a little buzz in the back of your mind. You didn’t think much of it, blaming it on your lack of sleep or the adrenaline still pumping through your veins after your last hunt with Sam and Dean. However, the next morning when you were fully rested and relaxing with a nice book in the bunker, you felt it again. It was like a fly that you couldn’t find but every once in awhile it would buzz past your ear.

You didn’t notice any actual changes until later in the day when you were washing up for supper. Just a quick look in the mirror turned into an all out inspection. You looked good. Really good. Smirking to yourself, you slipped out of the bathroom, suggesting a night at the bar should be in store for the boys. They readily agreed, though eyed you weirdly at the cocky behavior you were displaying.

Gabriel dropped by when you were just about finished up.

“Looking good,” he whistled jokingly, teasing you like the two of you often do.

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Caught Up In A Lens (Bad Boy Au) Part 3

I read part 1 and 2 the other day and had to update it. It’s been forever but I like this little series so here’s part 3 finally! Hopefully I can upload part 4 after my other trip! This is shorter than usual but a lot happens so READ IT!

Part 1     Part 2

Originally posted by suga-com

The air was getting colder as you followed Jimin down a few streets. The street lights were beginning to flicker to life and people were starting to head home. You hugged yourself as you shivered a bit and rubbed your hands together for a bit of warmth.

“You cold?” Jimin asked you as he glance over at you from behind his shoulder. You were a bit startled at his sudden action of talking but you answered him anyways.

“Yeah, a bit,” you quietly spoke. Things were still tense from before and you were hoping that annoying but joyful Jimin would come back because it was just awkward now.

“Here,” he spoke, offering you a pair of gloves that he had grabbed from his jacket pocket.

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