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Loki’s New Nickname

Originally posted by wandering-in-hopeless-night

Warnings: Immense fluff, cutesie whipped cream and strawberries and chocolate syrup fights, tackling onto to the kitchen tiles, awkward choking on food, SMUT, fingering, hand jobs, oral, (female receiving) lovey dovey loki

A/N: The wonderful Delilah ( @papi-chulo-bucky ) helped me write some of the smut for this, i became bloody clueless. the (*)  in certain parts of Loki’s speech is a quote (linked)  I’ve used from a blog I found, (trust my you’ll like the sound of it)

Word count:  4812


You were wondering around the tower, a book in hand and your reading glasses in the other. You had just finished a sparring session with Steve, showering and then putting on some lounging clothes; a baggy vest and some pyjama shorts with some fuzzy socks.

Times had changed with the Avengers; grudges were slowly dissipating, mutual dislike turned to civility and Thor and Loki had become loving brothers once more.

Loki was usually isolated in his own mind, he was a social vampire when it came to gatherings; you wouldn’t get a word out of him unless you invited him into the conversation. He became a good man- it took him a while to earn the trust of the people around him and it took him a while to learn how to control his powers to use them for reasonable purposes.

Everyone was still skeptical about him, though, especially Clint. The whole mind control back in New York made the man uneasy and on guard constantly. Natasha had to keep distracting him whenever Loki joined everyone in the living area, for the man shot imaginary arrows in his general direction.

You had reached said living area and you heard howling laughter. You peaked around to see everyone laughing, apart from Loki.

“What’s going on guys?” You questioned, placing your book on the stand next to where the god was sitting.

“We’ve given Loki a new nickname.” Tony snorted. You rolled your eyes, knowing it wasn’t going to end well.

“And what would this nickname be, exactly?” You arched your brow at them whilst crossing your arms across. The guys, especially Tony and Sam, kept doing shit like this and it annoyed you to no end. You wanted Loki to feel welcome here, and they were making that impossible for him.

Horny.” You heard Loki mutter softly. You turned and looked at him then, emerald eyes meeting your wide ones. “Because of my helmet…What does it even bloody mean?” You kept hearing snorts of laughter in front of you and sneered at the two ‘grown ups’, but you had to stop yourself from giggling.

“Y'know you’re real funny, Tony, Sam, whoever made the nickname needs to grow up.” You picked up your book and sat next to man on the leather couch. “Just ignore them, Loki, they’re children in adult skin.” You whispered softly.

“I still want to know what it means, though.” He mumbled to himself, he shifted slightly and his arm brushed against yours, the coolness of his skin behind the thin material of his t-shirt making goosebumps rise upon your skin. “What are you reading, Y/N?”

“Oh, I’m reading The Rise and Fall of the Krays. Yeah, it’s a true story about two really famous gangsters in East London back in the… 1950’s? I think? Let me double check,” You placed a finger between the pages so you didn’t lose yours, and flipped the book to look at the blurb on the back. “Ah, the 50’s AND the 60’s. I was close.” Loki gave you a small smile and returned to looking out of the window.

You sat in a comfortable silence for a while, the sound of soft breathing and distant conversations filling your ears, that is, until Tony piped up.

“We’re all going out in 10 minutes, wanna join, Y/N? Or are you staying here with Horny?” The man chuckled.

You usually declined going out- the hustle and bustle of busy bodies and widely socializing making you rather uncomfortable. You scoffed at Tony’s childish words.

“I’m keeping Loki company, so no thank you, manchild.” You smiled sarcastically at Tony and then looked at Loki. You jumped ever so slightly when you noticed he was watching intently.

“You don’t have to, dear. Go out and have some… Midgardian…fun…” He cringed at word 'fun’. Loki wasn’t used to Earth, still, his idea of fun was pulling pranks and scaring the shit out of people.

“No, no, I’d like to stay here with you - don’t give me that look, Loki -” You were cut off when you heard multiple farewells, returning them briefly. “I don’t like crowds…or large parties that much.”

“Ah, I see. I hope I don’t bore you too much, petal.” You blushed at the nickname he gave you. You and Loki had grown closer during his time at the tower; small talk turned into full blown conversations, boring nights turned into ones where you could bask in each others company for hours, no physical contact became small, innocent touches, but he was still very timid, though.

You shot up from your seat, heading towards the kitchen area, you felt the pang of hunger reside in your stomach, so you had to eat at least something to make it go away.

“Loki, would you like something to eat? I might make some waffles.” You received a hum and a soft 'please’ from him. You quietly turned to see him take a peek at your book and you smiled slightly.

You soon finished cooking, 4 waffles in total. You plucked needed confections out of the cupboards and fridge; chocolate syrup, whipped cream, strawberries.

Before you ushered Loki over, you connected your phone to the sound system and played some music. The place was silent, so you wanted to change that. You skipped through your music list, fist bumping the air as soon as you found ‘No Scrubs’ by TLC. It was one of your favourite as a young teen and you swayed to the beat whilst happily mumbling the lyrics.

“Loki, come get your waffles!” You hollered, the tall god swiftly made his way over the the kitchen, sitting at one of the stools by the island.

“I must admit, petal, I’ve never had these before.” You gasped at his confession, awestruck that he had never tasted the sweet food before.

“Oh, gosh, Loki. Here- try some of mine, I’ve got strawberries, chocolate and whipped cream. I promise, it’s really nice!” You urged, you took some on your fork and held it up to him. “Taste it.”

He timidly leaned forward and took the food from your fork, his teeth baring. As he chewed you saw his eyes roll back with a moan. You bit your lip as you saw his head roll back, exposing the fair skin of his slender neck.

“Lord, if I ever knew how good these tasted, I’d have them everyday. May I?” He gestured towards the confectionery on the table, you replied with a ‘of course’ before you dug into your own, you done good.

A soft tune came on, and you recognised it to be one of Hans Zimmer’s masterpieces. You always played his music whenever you and Loki basked in the late night silences, it relaxed him and helped him focus whilst he read, he told you.

“Could you please tell me the definition of ‘horny’ now, Y/N?” You choked on what you were halfway swallowing.

“U-um, yes, okay, er…” You stuttered, you really wanted to save Loki the embarrassment, but it felt like you were the one in said state.

“It’s bad, isn’t it?” Loki muttered, shoveling more waffle into his mouth.

“No- it’s just crude.” You grimaced. “It means a-aroused…” The clatter of Loki’s fork on his plate startled you out of your embarrassed dazed.

“Well, Stark is in for a thorough beating, dare I say. Not only is he humiliating me, but he’s insulting my helmet-” He stopped when he noticed you staring at him in shock, scared he would lash out and break any plates.

You noticed his amused gaze upon your face, he started to chuckle lightly.

“W-What? Loki, what’s so funny?” You laughed as you cocked an arched brow at him.

Seeing him so happy made your chest swell and a smile tug at your lips. Loki found it difficult to let loose, for he was almost on edge all the time, worrying that if he took his mind off of reality for just a second, something bad would happen.

Your eyes widened as you watched Loki swiped cream across your nose, you let out a shriek as you watched his hand dip into the little scoop of cream and swipe across your cheek, creating a giant line of the white substance.

“You…You’ve got a little something right here, Y/N,” Loki spoke, but this time, his voice was deep with seriousness. His eyebrows furrowed as his gaze focused on your mouth. You watched as his finger gently touched your lip, before smearing more of the cream over your mouth.

You gasped as you felt the cream on your face, but this time he wasn’t getting off the hook. With a sudden burst of confidence, you lunged forward and with all your might, tackled him to the ground. You both landed onto the kitchen tiles with a loud thud, knocking over the stools that were beside you in the process.

“Oof!” Loki wheezed, “Ooh, my head…” He winced, holding his large hand to his head.

“Oh! Loki I-I’m so sorry!” you cried before getting to your knees and placing your hands on his shoulders. You peered down, trying to catch a glimpse of the spot he was holding, but instead was met with his trademark smirk. One that everyone knew meant trouble would soon follow.

‘Uh oh’ you thought. You immediately sat up straight, trying to make sense of why he would be looking at you that way. Before you could think, you felt two strong arms wrap around your body and pull you back onto the floor. He pinned you down with a strong arm before wiping more of the cream from your jaw to your neck. You gasped at the coldness of his slender fingers mingled with the cream and you wriggled underneath him, though he was tall and lithe he was heavy against your smaller form.

Loki managed to wipe more cream on you, not allowing you to escape from his strong grasp. His arm slipped and he accidentally wiped some of the sweetness in the valley of your breasts, both of your breaths hitching.

Loki’s playful facade fell as soon as he caught a glimpse of the small opening of your vest, which gave a perfect -and might he add, amazing view of your breasts. His eyes focused on your body, taking in every single detail it had to offer. From your chest, to your hair, all the way down to your hips. Dare he admit it, but he was enchanted by you.

“Forgive me,” he spoke, his voice soft as his eyes met yours once again. “But you truly are…one mesmerizing creature, Y/N.”

You swore on every single star in the sky, you felt your heart swell with the sensation of longing. You slowly reached a small hand to move a stray piece of raven hair away from his face, your fingers lingering on his jaw a few moments longer than they should have.

Everything was a blur as you felt Loki’s cool lips against yours, the mingled taste of strawberries and cream lingering on the supple skin. You laced your fingers into his long hair and tugged him closer to you, pressing your lips harder upon his.

You were jerked back to reality when you felt him pull away.

“I- I’m sorry, Y/N, for being so bold.”

“Shut up and kiss me, Loki, I haven’t gotten sticky whipped cream and chocolate syrup over me for nothing.” You giggled, pulling him down once more. You moaned as you felt his cool tongue brush against your own, your hips unconsciously bucking to meet his in pure need. You squeaked when you felt cold fingers brush against your jaw, tilting your head to the side.

Loki’s lips left yours, placing feather light kisses against your skin in a pathway to your neck. As lips and tongue left a wet path in their wake as they lapped up the whipped cream left there, you whispered his name, the sound of your voice and the bucking of your hips against his made him groan.

“Do you have any idea how much I crave this? Crave you? The taste of you? The feel of you? (*) Oh, darling, I’ve had plenty of feelings for you since the beginning. So beautiful, so kind, compassionate. I hope my feelings are not unrequited.” Loki confessed, his mouth brushing the valley of your breasts ever so slightly, collecting the white sweetness with his tongue.

“L-Loki, I’ve had something inside me, yearning for you, for a while. I need you, please.”

With that, Loki stood up from the kitchen tiles, pulling you with him. Gently pushing you against the counter, his hands found your hips and hair, he couldn’t decide whether to bring you closer or push harder against your soft body.

You let out a small whimper as his hands slowly snaked their way down to your hips, his nails dragging along your flesh teasingly, making you suffer in the best way possible. Loki dipped his face until it was resting onto your shoulder and began pressing little kisses along your skin.

A small sigh escaped your lips as his kisses slowly began traveling to the flesh beneath your ear, his lips sucking just enough to get a reaction from you. His hands worked their way from your hips until they were resting on the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down slightly..

“So beautiful,” he whispered, his voice was deeper now, yet filled with a hint of sincerity.

You felt your pyjama shorts sliding down your thighs, before they pooled around your ankles with a small plop, leaving you only in your underwear and fuzzy socks. You hastily kicked thee shorts from around your feet and your socks, sending them flying to the side of the kitchen, before leaning back into Loki’s touch as a kitten does it’s owner.

“I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to do this, my love.” He confessed as he began undressing himself, slipping off the dark sweater from his body and revealing his incredibly toned torso. One that you found yourself growing extremely wet at the sight of. Loki was beautiful, despite his differences from his brother. To you, he was perfection.

“Please,” you whispered, feeling his erection pressing into your bum through his jeans. You felt his hands slowly making their way to your vest and one by one, began to unbutton each of the little buttons.

“Have patience, my love.” he smirked as he fumbled with the final button on your vest, pulling it back and letting the material slide off of your shoulders and onto the floor beneath you both, revealing the soft bra underneath, Loki dragged his slender fingers across the fine lacework, admiring the beauty of such an undergarment.

You could hear his breath hitch as his hands finally rested on your breasts, his slender fingers massaged each of them softly. He dragged his thumb across your nipples, before giving each of them an experimental flick over the thin material of your bra. You arched into his touch, your mouth forming an O.

“Oh my,” you breathed as a wave of pleasure coursed through your body.

He let out a breathy chuckle as he pulled away, earning a small whine from you. Loki quickly rid himself of his remaining clothes, tossing them to the floor without a single care in the world, leaving him in only his tight boxer briefs, his hardness apparent under the thin material.

“So eager, yet you listen to me so well, come, my love. Follow me to my room.”

Bending over slightly, you hastily picked up both of your scattered clothes, trying not to make your rendezvous obvious to those who came back this way. As you straightened, you gasped as Loki turned you around and bent down, throwing you over his broad shoulder, taking you back to his room.

“You cheeky bastard!” You squealed as you felt a light spank to your backside.

“Tsk, tsk. Such profanity from a pretty little mouth like yours, Y/N.” You both laughed at this, you let your arms dangle over his back and you dragged your blunt nails across his flesh only slightly, and you felt him gasp at the sensation. You got a lovely view of his behind and you smiled to yourself.

You felt Loki’s hands grip your thighs, gently digging his nails into your soft flesh. You arrived at the door then- because your felt your feet brush against the solid door. Loki turned the handle and walked in swiftly, setting you down on your feet. He twisted his body and locked the door, you watched as the muscles in his back rippled with his movements and were completely lost in him.

You were brought out of your trance when you felt Loki’s plump lips brush against yours and feather light fingertips brush against your waist. You let your mouth go slack against his, allowing his tongue to brush against yours again, mirroring the actions in the kitchen. You trailed your hands up his forearms, to his broad shoulders and all the way up to his hair, tugging slightly.

Loki let out a soft groan against your mouth, sending vibrations right down to your throbbing heat. He hunched and dragged his hands to the back of your thighs, not once breaking your ongoing kiss, and hoisted you up against him, pushing you gently against his bedroom wall. The coolness making you shriek, making Loki pull back to look into your dilated pupils.

“I’m a frostgiant, love, I don’t need my room to be warm, you should know that already…” He mumbled, placing butterfly kisses into your neck. His erection was pulsing against your heat and you ground yourself down onto him, both sighing at the tasteful friction of his hard cock against the damp heat of your panties.

He pulled you off the wall then, setting you down onto the soft mattress of his bed. He nestled himself between your soft thighs and kissed you fervently. You became nervous; you had done this before, but this was a whole different atmosphere, Loki was different to the rest of the men you had slept with. He was powerful, dominant, he was from another fucking realm for god’s sake.

Loki could feel you tense against him, “I sense your unease, but I’ll be gentle, my love, I promise, there’s no other way I would want this, with you right now…” His words were silk as he spoke and he connected your lips in a passionate kiss that made your arch your back, keening for more of him against you, you shifted your calf around his waist, pulling his hips closer to yours, eliciting a sharp groan from his chest as he felt your soaked panties grind against his clothed cock.

You rocked against each other like ocean waves, his hips shifting against yours, finding that much needed friction, “My sweet girl, so good for me, buck your hips, let me feel you against me.” The soft spoken words against your lips sent shivers down your spine, making you arch your back into him, your clothed core grinding against his once more.

Your lips broke apart, green eyes stared into Y/E/C and you felt his fingers tug at the waistband of your underwear asking for permission, and you granted him just that by swiftly nodding your head, bringing his face down to yours, kissing him deeply.

As Loki dragged your panties down your legs, your squirmed in excitement, the feeling of his cold fingers against your scorching skin making you wetter and wetter by the second. Kicking your panties off your ankles, you felt Loki set himself between your thighs once more.

“Do you want my fingers inside you, petal?”

“Mmm, Loki- please, I need you.” You soon felt to slender fingers part your wet folds, rubbing gently from your entrance to your clit, and you moaned loudly at his touch. He spread your slickness throughout your heat and slipped a single finger inside your sex, languidly probing at your g-spot.

“Such a good girl, Y/N,” Loki muttered, watching you as your face contorted in pleasure, your teeth digging into your bottom lip.  “So wet, darling, so wet, all for me?” You hummed and threw your head back against the soft pillow as he inserted another finger, curling and dragging them in, out, in, out.

“L-Loki, keep going and I’m going to-to cum.” You choked. At these words Loki quickened the pace of his fingers whilst his other hand came to to toy with your sensitive clit, bringing you closer to climax, but as soon as you neared the brink he removed both hands from you, making you whine.

“You’ll cum around my tongue first, petal.” His voice was low, gravelly, and it made you take a deep breath, your chest heaved in anticipation as he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking your juices off of them whilst keeping his emerald eyes locked onto yours, the action was so erotic you couldn’t bare it.

He proceeded to kiss you then, the taste of yourself on his tongue as his hands reached behind you to rid you of your bra, flinging it across the room in haste. The cool air of his room made your nipples harden, making Loki take the chance to tweak and roll them between his fingers, making you take a sharp breath as you arched your back, yearning for more of his touch.

He shifted down the bed and used his large hands to part your thighs, his grip tight but gentle. He blew a soft puff of cold air on your heat and you jumped.

“You are a goddess, you deserve to be worshipped properly, pleasured like there is no more time in the world, let me give you this, Y/N.” You felt Loki’s tongue lick a thick stripe up your glistening folds. His tongue gently separated your lips, nudging the small sensitive nub that was your clit. You weaved your fingers through his thick, dark locks, tugging sharply.

You gasped, feeling the amazing sensation between your legs. You had your fair share of men please you throughout your life. You’ve had them try their hardest to touch you just right, eager to find what makes you tick. But none of them, no matter how hard they tried, could achieve what Loki was currently achieving at the moment. He made you crumble beneath his touch within seconds, and worshipped your body as if it were the last thing he would ever do on Midgard.

Your fingers weaved their way into his black locks again, gently tugging them as his lips connected with your clit gave a harsh suck. Your body, as if it had a mind of its own, arched off of the bed as he pleasured you, one of hands stayed gripping your hip as the other slithered its way up your abdomen, massaging each breast.

Loki pulled away suddenly and peered up at you, his mouth and chin glistening with your juices as he gave you a mischievous smirk. “Does that feel good, my love?”

“Hmm, yes, Loki-”

“That’s it, Y/N, say my name,” He intentionally groaned, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure straight through your clit and you tumbled down from the immense orgasm. You were a panting mess, writhing and yanking at his hair as you came down from your high.

“I-If that’s what your tongue can do I can’t imagine what your cock can-” Loki silenced you with his lips, the familiar taste of yourself lingering on his tongue. “No need for filthy words, Y/N” Loki muttered against the skin underneath your ear, he could feel hot precum leak from his painfully hard cock, it almost drove him insane.

You relaxed and draped your arms around his neck, basking in the temporary silence, the only sound being both your heavy breathing. You snaked your hands down towards his hips and you palmed him through the thin fabric of his briefs. A choked groan tumbled from his lips at the gentle feeling. You continued to rub your palm across the length of his erect cock through the thin fabric, making Loki buck his hips into your touch.

“You can take them off, love.” You hooked your thumbs into the thick waist band and slowly tugged them down, your small hand curved over his ass, squeezing slightly and giggling at his shocked reaction. Loki didn’t flinch when the cool air of his room brushed against his swollen length, and it didn’t surprise you; he was a frostgiant.

He kneeled and shifted his boxers down his legs because your arms couldn’t reach. His cock stood proud and tall against his pale abdomen, the pinkness of his head contrasting beautifully against the pale.

Loki hissed in pleasure as your warm hand wrapped around him, your fingers smearing the precum around his tip. You began jerking him slowly, squeezing him here and there.

You let him take over, and you spread your legs until you were completely exposed to Loki again. Your breaths came out in short little puffs as he hovered over you, his green eyes darkened with a lustful gaze. You felt your entire body humming with excitement as he reached between your bodies and grasped ahold of his cock and gently ran it along your glistening slit.

His eyes found yours once again, but this time, instead of the predatory, lustful gaze, it was filled with love and passion.

“My love, as much as I want you to take you now, have you any precaution?” Loki’s gaze was serious, and he was relieved when you murmured the words ‘I’m on contraception’.

With a languid thrust of his hips, Loki was sheathed completely inside of you. You took a moment and felt the fullness of him inside you.

Loki held one hand on your hip as the other caressed your jaw as he gazed at you.

“You are divine, my sweet girl, so beautiful. (*) I will take you. Slowly, softly. And then I will claim you. Swiftly, thoroughly. So much that you will cry out for more. Your gentle whispers of my name shall become ragged screams of exhilaration.” He claimed your lips with his he began to slowly thrust in and out of you, the lude sound of slickness along with the sound of heavy breathing engulfing your senses.

Your arms hooked under his and your nails dragged down his back, bucking your hips to meet his thrusts.

“Patience, remember what I said, Y/N.”

You became the opposite, you wanted him thrusting harder, deeper, faster, you needed him pounding into you. Your wishes came true as you felt Loki’s large cold hand inch your thigh above his slim hips. Loki began to quicken his pace, though he kept his grace and steadiness whilst sucking your lip into his mouth, his teeth nibbling at the soft flesh, bringing a groan to rise from your throat.

“Ah-aaahhh, Loki I-” You hissed through your teeth as you felt bottom out, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix, as he pulls out to push back in again, his head brushes against your g-spot. Loki anchors himself by threading his fingers into your hair and pulling- not too rough, and not gently either. His other hand ventures down towards your heat, his fingers begin to draw pressured circles around your bundle of nerves and you begin to writhe against him in pleasure.

“That’s it, my good girl, cum for me, yes, cum for me, Y/N.” You feel your walls clench around him as your orgasm approaches at his words, with a swift pinch to your clit with his cool fingers, you come undone around Loki’s cock, your muscles contracting against him, adding pressure to the thick vein on the underside, egging his own orgasm on.

“Ah, fuck, Y/N. You’re so good for me, petal, my goddess, let me see those beautiful eyes.” Loki’s face contorted with his orgasm, as yours did prior. You felt the hot, thick streams of cum fill you as he almost collapsed on top of you and it prolonged your own orgasm, making you scream his name.

As Loki pulled out of you, he peppered tender kisses over your shoulders and neck. He shifted to lean on his elbow to look at you in your naked glory, the sweat was apparent on both of your flesh, gleaming in the soft light emitted from the lamp next to your head. Loki stroked a single finger over the skin of your cheek.

“I don’t think I’ve loved anyone as much as I love you, Y/N. It’s such a foreign feeling.”

“It’s okay, I love you too, Loki,” You pulled on a strand of his hair playfully, a smile adorning your lips, “though, I think we should shower, my hair’s gone a bit sticky from the chocolate syrup…horny.


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Archie Andrew - Help me paint?

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Archie Andrews x Reader

Words: 1088

Y/N is going through a rough time with her family and gets to a breaking point. But fortunately Archie’s there to pull her back in and cheer her up. Basically lots of fluff.

A/N:  I know Riverdale only has two episodes at this point but I am already completely obsessed so I though why not write a one shot about it because let ‘s be honest the whole cast is freaking smoking. This is only loosely inspired by the series I doesn’t really follow the real plot. Hope you like it and make sure to let me know if you’d like more of this sort of imagines.

Originally posted by missprongs

Rough, rough is the only word that came to mind when you thought about your life right now. You always told yourself that you could, no, more like you had to handle everything but sometimes even your nerves broke. And unfortunately this was one of those times. Archie had been your rock throughout this whole mess. He was always there to cheer you up, everyday he’d stop by just to ask if you were okay, it was becoming kind of a ritual. But today, today you were really pissed, hell you were fuming. To say there was tension in your household would be an understatement. Everybody walking on their tip toes too scared to say or do the wrong thing that would set off another argument. You had had just about enough of this nonsense, and being the hot headed person you were, you got into an argument with pretty much everyone today. You parents had just gone out to dinner, which by the way was a freaking miracle that they even talked to each other after their constant disputes and your sister/brother had just stormed off after the heated discussion you had indulged her/him in.

Reader’s P.O.V.

I was pacing in my living room trying to get all my rage out when I heard the knock at the door. I opened the door forcefully “What the hell do you want?!” I snapped at the person standing at my doorstep without even looking, figuring it would have been my annoying sibling. When I finally lifted my gaze guilt flushed over me as I realised there was a confused and sorry looking Archie staring back at me with flowers in his hands. “I… I just wanted to check if you were okay… I’m sorry did I do anything-” but I didn’t let him finish as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into a much needed kiss. “I’m so sorry babe, I didn’t know it was you. God I’m SO happy you’re here.” You quickly explained leading him inside. He stared looking around the house with a questioning tone “They all left don’t worry.” I answered before he could even ask. I went to sit on the kitchen counter while I watched Archie put the flowers in a vase “I thought these would cheer you up a little, he smiled making me melt, and they’re your favourites, right?” “Aw, hun that so sweet! What would I do without you?” I laughed “You’d be a total train wreck” he smirked walking towards me. I wrapped my legs and arms around him and looked at him daringly “See now that’s mean” I pouted. He just gave me a cheeky grin leaning in to kiss me passionately. “So what d’you wanna do tonight?” I asked my forehead still resting on his. “Don’t really know, would you like to watch something?” he kissed my forehead since he was about to break out of the hug but I held him back “Eh… not really I mean we’re already seen everything.” He nodded “Well maybe if you’d let me go I could find something for us to do?” he smiled “But I don’t want to. Could we just stay like this?” I asked seriously starting to consider it. “Unfortunately no” he laughed.

Originally posted by cutie---kisses

Archie’s P.O.V.

I practically saw the lightbulb turn on over her head “Oh I know we should finally paint my room, I mean everything is ready but I have just been putting it off for the past week. But since you’re here now…” she grinned. Gosh she was adorable. “Yeah sure that could be fun.” I simply replied taking her hand to go upstairs “I should warn you though, there is a strict policy of only shirtless men allowed to paint in my bedroom.” she smirked “Is that so? And what about you then huh? How’s that fair?” I laughed and shook my head “My bedroom, my rules Andrews.” her smile grew even wider and I couldn’t help but stare at her beauty. “I’ll quickly change and we can get started” she yelled already half way in her closet.

Originally posted by songsoftheheartless

Readers P.O.V.

I opted for my old cute denim overall and my Calvin Klein sports bra just to tease him a little. As I walked out of the closet he was mixing the paint. He was already shirtless and even though I had already had the chance to admire his abs, my breath was taken away every time I saw him without his shirt. He turned to me to say something but his jaw dropped seeing me. “Please don’t drool on my carpet” I joked. He quickly brushed it off and stood up to put his hands on my waist. “You can pull off anything can’t you” he smiled “yeah basically” I laughed throwing my hair into a quick ponytail. He tried to kiss me but I dodged him “Ah Ah Ah you got to earn it this time.” I pointed at the empty walls. He pouted a little but quickly got back to his energetic self “Let’s get to work then.” We were about halfway done when suddenly he came up to me from behind and wiped his paint full finger on my neck and cheeks “Oh it’s on!” I yelled chasing him with the brush. I managed to paint several strokes on him before he dipped his fingers in the paint and started chasing me around the room.

Originally posted by youtubersandothers

Archie’s P.O.V.

“Oh God look at the mess we’ve made!” she said almost horrified by the realisation. “Don’t worry we’ll clean it up and look at the bright side at least your walls are finally done.” I sat down on the floor admiring the work we had just accomplished. “Yeah I guess so, and it was pretty fun wasn’t it?” she let out a small laugh as she laid down in my lap. “Yeah totally, I hadn’t laughed this much in so long!” I looked down at her and for a moment we just looked at each other in the most comforting silence. She was the first one to break it “Hey Archie?” she looked deep into my eyes. “Wassup?” I asked stroking her hair. It took her a minute to respond “Thank you… I mean thank you for everything. For being there when I need you and basically just for being you.” She opened up to me. “Anytime. You know I love you right?” this brought the biggest smile on her lips “Yeah I do and I love you too”.

awkward-silence-turtle  asked:

Do you think you could write a soulmate au for lafayette/hamilton/laurens/hercules/reader? Something with a happy ending and lots of fluff. Smut is up to you (sorry for so many characters!) Or a bodyguard!Reader/ward!Philip, like, she needs to protect him since he's the secretary of the treasury's kid? Ok, one last idea. SugarDaddy!Hercules/Reader. She's a broke college student and he loves to have someone to take care of. He makes her the most beautiful dresses and spoils her rotten? :-D

I hope this is alright uwu

A soulmate au with the reader and poly!hamilsquad (Al, Herc, John, Laf)

The soul mark is a star, and most people get the whole star instantly as they meet their soulmate, but for some reason, when (Name) meets her soulmate, only one spoke fills in…and it’s the same for him, too.


Five-Spoked Star (Laf/Herc/Reader/John/Alex)

Your mother says her star mark, the half star that she had had all her life, suddenly formed another half the second she met your father, and the same went for him. Your best friend, Thomas, swears that his star tingled and he could genuinely feel it forming on his skin the instant he met James. Your other best friend, Aaron, admits that his heart was pounding when he met Theodosia. Eliza promises that she got a fluttering feeling in her stomach the moment she laid eyes on Maria. 

If that was the case, why hadn’t your damn star completed fully when you met Alexander Hamilton?

As soon as he walked into the near-enough empty common room, pen in his mouth and piles of books and notebooks encased in his arms, as soon as his gaze locked with yours, as soon as he froze up, hastily placed his writing supplies on an overstuffed armchair and crossed the room to you in mere seconds, work-roughened hands reaching up to cup your face, you felt it. The tingling on your wrist as the black markings pushed their way to the surface, the fluttering feeling in your ribcage, the all-too-loud pounding of your heart. He was familiar, despite you never seeing him before in your life.

In that moment, he kissed you, and although he was a literal stranger, although you had never even laid eyes on him, let alone spoken to him, you let him, kissing back happily because here he is, the guy you’ve been waiting for your whole life! The guy who was made for you! 

When he pulled back, intelligent, beautiful eyes shining as he drank in the sight of you like a man dying of thirst, you couldn’t help but smile back. 

That is, until you noticed the jet-black star on his wrist was not a star. It was…two triangles. Two kites?

You pulled back fully, frowning, and slowly lowered your gaze to your own wrist. The same for you.

As you looked up unsurely, eyes locking with his, you said your first words to your soulmate.

“Why aren’t our stars stars?”

And he had looked down, examining his star with a furrowed brow and his mouth set in a straight line.

“I…don’t know.” He had said. His voice was higher than you thought.

“Are we broken?” You had whispered, voice coming out cracked because how could we be broken already, we’ve only just found each other and he had swiped his thumb over your cheek, catching the tears already beginning to fall as he let out soft sounds of no, no shh, we’re okay, we’re fine, I love you.

And you had sobbed and clung to him like a lifeboat, like he was your lifeboat, because you’d only just met him, only said two sentences to him and for Christ’s sake you didn’t even know his name but you loved him, he was yours, you were his. You were literally made for each other.

In the months that followed, you moved out of your college dorm - who am I kidding, you hadn’t even set foot in it yet, you met him on your very first day - and into his little, college-funded house in town. It was small, but you were deliriously in love and you didn’t even care what your living conditions were as long as you were together.

The second you moved in together, Alexander began research. Of why your stars only had two points, one for you and one for him.

Google had no answers.

Bing even less.

He Skyped with professors and soulmate scientists, vying for an answer.

It all came up blank.

Until one day, a year after you met.

You had just gone to sleep, curling up in Alexander’s hoodie like it was your comfort blanket.

A blinding light awoke you, and you winced into the lightness as you felt Alexander frantically climb into bed with you, pulling you close and peppering your face with kisses.

“Urg…Alex…its two a.m.” You protested sleepily. “We needta…go to sleep…got classes…”

“I’ve cracked it.” He said urgently, lips trailing down your neck.

“Mmm…what’ve you cracked now, baby…?”

“Our stars.”

That woke you up.


“We’re not broken, (Name)!” His eyes were alight with excitement. “I was reading this article online, and it was about this woman who only had two thirds of a star when she met her soulmate. Her soulmate also only had two thirds.”

“And?” You were fully awake by that point, eyes glittering as he explained the solution.

“She didn’t know why, until she met this other guy at her new job and the rest of her star formed.

You blinked, morning mind fogging over what this meant, until it clicked and your eyes opened wide. “You mean-”

“Two. She had two soulmates, honey.” He held his wrist next to yours and tenderly stroked your mark. “We’ve only got two fifths of a star each, so that means we’ve got three more soulmates to go. Three! That means there’s five of us!”

“Yes, I can do basic maths, baby.” You said wearily. “Five of us? What if your three remaining soulmates are different to mine?  It can happen that someone can have an unrequited soulmate.“ Poor Angelica. Why couldn’t she have been one of your five soulmates, Alex…?

"I…” He paused, pursing his lips. “I don’t know.”

“Well…” You grinned at him. “It’s like before I met you, all over again. Searching for soulmates.”

He laughed. “Sure is.”

You spent literal weeks looking for your remaining soulmates, to no avail. 

Each day you came up empty handed, you grew a little more depressed.

One weekend, your best friend Aaron literally dragged you out of bed, grumbling under his breath.

“Enough with this trying to find your soulmates already. I’m going to take you to have coffee, and we can have a heart to heart.”

He took you to the local cafe, buying you a (favourite drink) and sitting you down. You sighed.

“Alright, alright. What therapeutic methods are you going to try on me now?” You asked with a smirk.

Aaron opened his mouth to retort but was cut off by a loud yell.

“If it ain’t the prodigy!” Called a man’s voice, and three handsome men popped up behind Aaron. As soon as they did-

Oh. There it was, the heart pounding, the fluttering, the tingling. Only much, much stronger. You glanced down at your mark, and grinned as you saw the remainder of the black ink pushing its way to the surface. Your star was complete.

You looked up at the three men who were jesting around with a very irritated Aaron, and frowned. You needed to get their attention.

“Excuse me.” You called. The buff one with short, bandana’d hair glanced at you and held his gaze as he realised who you were. “What do you three, my soulmates, think you’re doing with my best friend?" 

That caught their attention. The other two fixed their eyes on you and gazed, transfixed.

"Oh shit,” said the freckled one, grinning. “We’ve found one, guys.” He walked towards you, grabbing your hand and raising it to his lips.  "John Laurens, at your service.“

The buff one, the one who noticed you first, walked to John’s side and placed a strong-yet-gentle hand on your shoulder.  "Hercules Mulligan.” He said lowly.

“Don’t be scared of him. He’s a teddy bear.” John smiled up at Hercules, leaning slightly into him.

Et je m'appelle Lafayette.” The last one, with a crazy puff of hair in a bun, came to John’s other side and reached for your free hand.

Aaron looked between the four of you, a slow, steady smile crossing his face. “Should'a seen it coming.”

“Oh!” You gasped, causing your three soulmates to jump. “I have to introduce you to Alexander! He’s…the last puzzle piece.”

“Lead the way.”

Alex was, predictably, clacking away on his laptop when you got back. As you stepped in the front door and saw him, back turned, you could see Lafayette, John and Hercules visibly freeze up. You grinned.

“Alex…” You said, voice sweet as sugar.

“Hmmm?” He let out a vague noise of acknowledgement.

“I have some people you need to meet.”

“Ah, um. Honey, can it wait? I’ve really got to do this paper…”

“Baby, you’ve got two weeks to finish that paper and you’re halfway through already. Take a break." When this gets no response, you sigh. "I found them, Alex. They’re right here.”

“Who are?" 

"Our other soulmates.”

Alexander jolts as though your words have pierced him, and spins around in his wheelie chair faster than you can say seven-eight-nine. He gets up as though in a trance, and before you know it you are crushed in a huge, five-way hug.

“Our stars are finished,” He mumbles thickly. “We’re not broken.”

“We’re not.” You agree, sniffling.

The hug is drawn back, and you stand, grinning, between them as they all introduce themselves.

You feel happier than you ever have in your life.

Kinda feel like doing a sequel to this.

I’ll tell you what, if this gets enough reblogs, captioned with something along the lines of ‘Please do a sequel’, I will.

anonymous asked:

Oh so that's the list you've been taking prompts from!! Could you maybe write number 36 for andreil, only if you feel like it, thanks for all the amazing prompts!!

36: “I really need a hug.” (thank youuu, sorry this took so long !)

The parking lot is overly busy when they get there, cars and pedestrians following each other around corners, false starts and almost collisions and flaring reverse lights streaking together. Neil watches Andrew drive, one self-assured hand draped over the wheel.

He passes him the cigarette they’re sharing and Andrew closes his eyes as he inhales, ignoring the shriek of a horn when he cuts someone off blind.

“I’ve never trusted airports,” Neil muses, watching Andrew negotiate the Maserati into the middle of two parking spots.

Andrew hums. “You don’t trust anywhere that has security guards.”

“They didn’t trust me,” Neil corrects. He can feel a smile winding his face up. Andrew cuts the engine and opens the door.

“Were your passports government issued?”

“Not at the time.”

Andrew shoots him a look as he hops down onto the asphalt.

“Wait up,” Neil calls, listening to the slick beep of the lock before he’s even shut the passenger door.

He falls into step with Andrew halfway across the stretch of road to the airport’s automatic doors, and he takes lazy pleasure in the way their steps match up. People glance to and away from them, and the doors open like they’re hurrying out of their way.

“They on time?” Neil asks, scanning the arrivals column on the nearest screen. The airport has the strangest smell: floor cleaner and a thousand people’s lingering perfume. It reminds him of heading off to the nest for Christmas, and of his mothers nails slicing the skin of his neck to keep him close and hunched in the bustle.

“Early,” Andrew says, and Neil sees them — just beyond the arrivals gate with their arms flailing. Neil waves back while Andrew surveys the reuniting families with practiced detachment.

“You actually came!” Nicky says in loud German. Erik holds the waist-high gate open for Nicky but he doesn’t seem to notice. “I almost bet against you!”

“He did,” Erik confirms, smiling broadly, leonine. “But I try not to bet.”

“Nice to see you,” Neil says politely, and they’re close enough now that he has a slipping moment of doubt, like grabbing a glass you didn’t know was wet.

Nicky gathers Neil in his arms without hesitation, and Neil goes board-stiff for a second. Or maybe longer, because Andrew tugs him physically out of Nicky’s embrace.

Nicky looks a little stricken, but he makes a heroic effort to overcome it. “Sorry to pounce.”

“It’s fine,” Neil says quickly. “I wasn’t expecting it.”

Nicky smiles warmly at that, and reaches out to squeeze his wrist. His eyes bounce and stick on Andrew, who’s still watching Neil.

“And my favourite cousin,” Nicky says. “Thanks for coming.”

Andrew doesn’t try to appease Nicky, and Nicky doesn’t try to touch Andrew. He looks back at Erik with eye-rolling fondness instead.

“This is like a reenactment of my entire senior year at Palmetto, Erik. Skittish Neil and unresponsive Andrew.”

“It’s like I’m there,” Erik says drily, plucking Nicky’s bags from his waving arms before he can hit someone.

They’re wearing matching jackets, Neil notes. One orange and grey and one blue and grey, the sort of spandex monstrosity you’d wear to go jogging or hiking. They’re always texting the group pictures of themselves doing both of those things and alternately kissing at waterfalls.

“Are you guys coming to Dan and Matt’s tonight?” Neil asks, blocking the way when Andrew tries to physically leave the conversation.

“Okay, obviously, Neil,” Nicky says. “Do you know what a rehearsal dinner is?”

“No,” Andrew answers for him.

“Yes,” Neil says narrowly.

“God help us.” Nicky hoists his carryon back out of Erik’s hand and walks backwards towards baggage claim. “The first fox wedding, though. Bound to be a shitshow.”

“Don’t say that,” Erik chides, following him.

Andrew walks in the opposite direction and Neil stalls, unsure who to follow.

Nicky huffs. “Follow your boy. But I’m still waiting for you to hug me like you mean it.”

“Maybe when you leave again,” Neil says, prickling with affection at Nicky’s overdramatic expression. “See you at the car.”

“I don’t know where you’re parked!” Nicky protests.

“Outside,” Neil calls back.

“Useless! Both of you!”

He catches up with Andrew again and feels fingers come up to his wrist as soon as he falls in beside him. “Do I need to have a conversation with him?”

“Who, Nicky?” Neil says, confused.

Andrew looks pointedly down at Neil’s chest and away.

“The hug? He just caught me off guard. You know he’s not a problem, Andrew, come on.”

“Do I know that,” Andrew asks flatly.

“Yes,” Neil says, firm. “It’s just— sudden contact. Contact is difficult. Nicky isn’t.”

“No,” Andrew agrees.

“And t’s a weekend of partying,” Neil continues. “It won’t be the last time I get hugged.”

Andrew gives him a longer, more focused look that says he wishes it was.

“You don’t hesitate when you’re underneath me,” Andrew says, and even though it’s utterly emotionless, Neil’s ears go hot. “But you can’t hug Nicky.”

“That’s different,” Neil hisses.

“How? For some unfathomable reason, you trust Nicky,” Andrew says.

“Trust only carries me so far,” Neil argues. “You—“ he stalls when they come through the doors of the airport and the air gets quiet. “It’s different. With you.”

Andrew shrugs, crossing the street without looking to see if cars are coming or Neil is following.

Neil huffs and jogs after him again.

It bothers him for the rest of the day, that little piece of confusion. Why is it so easy with Andrew? Why does it feel so much like my skin’s coming away when my own friends hug me?

He’s still getting used to actually wanting affection, even after years sharing the same space and trading truths.

It’s different, he tells himself. And Andrew’s voice, cool and grey as morning air, asks how?

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Please, Sit On Me (M)

Originally posted by hosyuub

Pairing: Jimin x reader
Genre: smut, fluff
Word count: 3.3k
Content: sub!jimin, dry humping

Description: After getting to Korea you got to know Jimin who ended up being your boyfriend and after a while also under you.

Your day finally ended and you left your class to get to the library because you had to organize books for your lesson next week. You walked into the big room filled with books on the left and right side. There were too many for you to find out where to start so you just began walking around slowly to find what you needed. Minutes passed by which seemed like hours to you and you got desperate because you couldn’t find what you needed. Standing in front of a high shelf you leaned your forehead against it and sighed out loud.

Oh god, this is senseless, you thought.

“Hello, Ma’am. Can I somehow help you?” a voice spoke to you sounding so soft and soothing to your ears.

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Word Count: 1029

    A/N: ahh this one is super cute lol, I love it. Also your girl is about to be a junior after tomorrow, can I hear a hell yeah? Hell yeah! Alrighty i hope you enjoy! Much love!

Originally posted by daisyjonhsons


   “Juggie, come take a picture with me!” Y/N yelled from the living room of her apartment, and Jughead reluctantly came out of their shared bedroom.

    “Why?” he asked, and Y/N rolled her eyes.

    “Because I wanna take a picture with my boyfriend, I’m sorry.” she teasingly said, and Jughead came up behind her, loosely wrapping his arms around her waist.

    “What do you want a picture for?” he asked, and she turned around in his arms.

    “I just want a picture of us, why does it matter?” she asked, and he lightly chuckled.

    “It doesn’t matter all that much, I just wanted to know why you wanted to take a picture all the sudden.” he replied, and Y/N looked down at the ground, somewhat hiding her face. Jughead instantly knew there was something she wasn’t telling him, and now he definitely had to know.

    “What’s going on?” Jughead asked, and Y/N tore herself from his grasp, placing herself on the couch.

    “I got a call today..” she started, playing with the phone in her hands. “It was my sister, I haven’t heard from her in forever, ever since I emancipated myself and moved out of the house, so I was confused as to how she got my number, considering I changed it. She told me that things at home were a lot better now that I was gone-”

    “I’m so sorry.” Jughead interrupted, walking towards her and sitting beside her on the couch.

    “No, it’s not better because I’m gone, well I mean it is but only because my parents for their shit together and decided they didn’t want to lose any more children. Anyways, she was asking about how I’ve been, what I’ve been doing, and I told her about you and the gang. She said my mom wanted to see a picture of the boy who was making me happy and taking care of me now…” Y/N said softly, trailing off to a mumble. Jughead smiled softly to her and grabbed her phone out of her lap, pulling her up from the couch.

    “Well in that case, I’d be happy to take a picture with you.” He said, and Y/N laughed.

    “You should be happy taking pictures with me anyways.” She said, and he rolled his eyes.

    “Yeah I know, smartass.” He teased and she chuckled.

    “Don’t be mad I’m right asshat, now take a picture with me!” she said, pulling up the camera app on her phone. She smiled and Jughead made a weird face, and Y/N turned and pressed her lips to his, and he laughed in the kiss.

    “Yeah?” he asked when she pulled away, and she gave a smug smile.

    “Yeah, please take an actual picture, a nice one with me?” She asked quietly and Jughead took the phone from her.

    “Why can’t we have a silly one, and a nice one. Variety, that way they know I’m funny and sweet.” He playfully argued, and Y/N nodded her head.

    “Okay, okay. Just take the picture.” Jughead held up the camera and tried to smile, but it ended up looking forced, and it made Y/N die of laughter.

    “What?” He asked and she tried to speak, but she was out of breath and just about to collapse on the floor.

    “You look like a gun is being held to your head, you look terrified!” She giggled, and Jughead smirked, trying not to laugh himself.

    “I’m sorry?” he said and Y/N stood up straight, breathing normally again.

    “Let’s try again.” she said, “but try to give a real smile, for me?” Jughead sighed, pretending that the simple task she gave him was a hard one that he didn’t want to do and she rolled her eyes playfully, smiling towards the camera again as he held up the phone. This time, he looked at her smiling face through the screen, and he didn’t have to fake a smile, she looked so happy, and if she was happy, so was he. They took the first picture, and Y/N squealed with joy.

    “They’re going to love this!” she exclaimed, turning to face Jughead, leaning up to kiss the beanie-less boy on the cheek. “And they’re going to love my handsome boyfriend, of course. Him and his wonderful smile.” Jughead blushed slightly, holding the camera up again.

    “This time, I want to do silly faces.” He said, sticking his tongue out and crossing his eyes. Y/N did her best silly face, and when he took the picture the two of them laughed.

    “Am I still handsome?” He asked, and she nodded.

    “Absolutely, no doubt in my mind.” she said, and Jughead smirked.

    “You mean to tell me, that if I looked like that constantly, you’d still date me?” He asked, and again she nodded.

    “Yup. Am I still beautiful?” She asked, and Jughead lifted her head so she was looking up at him.

    “When are you not?” he asked, and she blushed, leaning up to kiss Juggie, and he met her halfway, pulling up the camera to take a picture. She heard the click and pulled away, taking the phone from his hands and she stared admiringly down at the photo. Jughead tore his gaze from the beautiful girl in front of him to look down at the picture, and he smiled.

    “Send that one to them.” He said, and she blushed.

    “I-I don’t know.” she stuttered, and Jughead chuckled.

    “Or don’t, it’s okay.” He said, sitting down on the couch, and Y/N sat next to him, pulling up her messages and started to text the photos to her sister.

    “I love these.” she mumbled to herself, pushing the send button and going to her photos app. She pulled up the one of the two of them kissing, and set it as her home screen, pushing the home button to admire her new wallpaper.

    “That one your favourite?” He asked, and she nodded, smiling down at it.

    “Yeah, I guess.” She said, and he laughed, pulling her closer into his side.

    “We should take more pictures.” he said, and Y/N laughed.

    “I agree.”

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Requested: no

Pairing: Luke x Reader

Series: The Purpose of Love - Bittersweet Generation

Description: Y/N accidently spills her biggest secret to a well-known stranger and it ends up getting a bit heated than intended.

The TV was on. Muted, but it was turned on. It was the first thing Calum had done as soon as you had walked into the room with your friend. He had turned on the TV and muted it as if no one were actually going to look at the giant screen. And no one did. Everyone started to talk, instantly.

It was a funny scene if you thought about it. Five people seated around a coffee table with snacks and a muted TV. Three of those people were famous - Calum Hood, Luke Hemmings and Michael Clifford - and the fourth of those five was your out-going friend who seemed to know everyone in the city of Los Angeles.

And then there were you. The quiet, anti-social and smart girl. The girl who liked the rain more than the sun, the girl who liked the book more than the movie, the girl who liked the calls more than the texts. That girl was you.

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Husband Yuta

Request: can you do a scenario with yuta where you and him are on we got married, like what kind of husband he would be?

A/N: instead of we got married i’ll just describe him as a husband in general, i hope you don’t mind !!

  • this marks another start of a series yay !
  • okay but thanks for requesting this anon , i’d just like to say that yuta’s a really great husband material like ?? wow
  • okay before reading this , you might want to check boyfriend yuta first ,
  • okay let’s get started !!

  • so one fine day you were just chilling together on the bed

  • cuddling and holding onto each other while stealing kisses if possible
  • in the apartment that y'all bought together thanks to yuta and his suggestions
  • and he randomly asked you ,
  • “ babe what if we got married ”
  • “ honestly i don’t think anything would change , i’ll still love you ”
  • “ really ? aw ”
  • then he attacks you with a big hug and kiss
  • two months later he invites you to the dorm because apparently “ taeyong has something to announce ”
  • being clueless you arrived at the dorm on your own first , thinking that yuta would be inside already
  • but only the dream team was there and they were all giggling and trying to keep their smiles to one another ,
  • you’re just there like “ what is happening ??? ”
  • cliche, but the lights suddenly go out
  • then from nowhere doyoung & taeil starts singing
  • and yuta’s wearing your favourite hoodie of his with sweatpants
  • his arms are behind his back , an excited & big smile showing on his face
  • and you’re still there like ???
  • amidst of all these taeyong looks like he’s about to cry as he holds ten for support
  • johnny & hansol’s just there smiling to themselves
  • chenle & jisung’s jumping excitedly
  • then next thing you know yuta’s on his knees and proposes to you
  • “ babe i know this isn’t the best way to propose and it all seems so rushed but i don’t see the need to plan everything nicely because nothing can portray how much i love you , are you willing to be my takoyaki princess ? ”
  • donghyuck starts cringing and screaming
  • still shookt , you hug him immediately and said yes
  • which made taeyong cry
  • okay fast forward !!
  • honestly the type of husband who’s really chill and relax
  • which means lots of lazy days together
  • one time y'all were too lazy to get out of bed , y'all stayed in there for the whole day
  • just talking and hugging
  • and at the end of the day he got all clingy and sly like
  • “ babe wanna shower together ? ”
  • “ why today out of all days ”
  • “ besides , we didn’t do much today i don’t think we need to shower ”
  • “ but babe :-((( ”
  • and he starts pouting and pecking your whole face , you eventually give in
  • he’s always there for you !1!1!
  • making your days better and never failing to cheer you up after you get home from a bad day
  • he’d immediately notice your grumpy expression
  • greeting you with a hug as soon as you stepped into the apartment
  • he offered to cook for you and let you rant to him about your day
  • when’s he’s beside you holding your hand and assuring you with a smile
  • the other members like to visit yall
  • sometimes without warning too
  • so one time you and yuta were getting into the mood 😏
  • halfway while making out , y'all heard knocking on the door and johnny’s loud voice calling out
  • yuta immediately groaned and his mood went from 100 to 0
  • he didn’t even bother to put on his shirt and opened the door for them
  • mark was shookt when he saw your messy hair and flustered face
  • haechan trying to keep his laughter in
  • johnny and ten just smirking and laughing at yuta ,
  • whom at this point , was this close 👌 to beating them up
  • turns out they were ‘bored’ and wanted to see how your marriage life was
  • it was all johnny’s idea
  • but after they went back he made it up for you during night time so
  • really sweet and caring tbh
  • one time you fell sick and couldn’t even get up from bed
  • he didn’t hesitate to take leave and skip practice
  • and he spent the whole day attending to you and making sure that you were feeling okay
  • he even took the effort and time to check your temperature and feed you every hour , despite him being tired
  • under his love and concern for two days straight , you got better
  • but poor yuta caught your sickness and fell sick instead
  • so it was now your turn to take care of him
  • which he loves a lot because he finds it cute seeing you being flustered and worried over him
  • fights and arguements hardly ever occur but when it does it’s normally over really serious matters ,
  • which usually concerns over one of your health issues
  • one time you got mad at him for always working till late at night and practising non stop even when there was no comeback coming up
  • he was so tired too he burst at you and said words he didn’t mean at all
  • this eventually led to a cold war between the both of you for like two days
  • it was not until taeyong appeared and tried to explain to you that yuta was practising a dance to perform for your anniversary ,
  • that you hugged him crying that night when he came back from practice again , apologising for not understanding
  • yuta’s heart softened as soon as he heard your cries and he couldn’t help but kiss you after , apologising for his words too
  • okay in conclusion he’s super sweet and caring
  • honestly he’s husband material af , bless whoever’s gonna marry him in the future
  • im sorry this was so bad omg
Worth More.

Request from @brynnleemua: Reader breaks up with boyfriend so Bucky tries to cheer her up and reveals he has feelings for her. (Not EXACTLY word for word as this was answered privately rather than on my blog.)

Note: Hope this helps to cheer you up hun! <3

Bucky x Reader

Words: 1,629

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators <3

A three year relationship ended with nothing more than a heated argument and a slam of the door.

One thousand and ninety-five days of letting someone into your life, giving them your heart, and this is how it ended? It was like none of it had meant anything to him. The girl he had been seeing behind your back for the past few months had obviously offered him far more than he thought you possibly could because he hadn’t even tried to apologise to you, grovel at your feet for forgiveness, and worst of all he hadn’t even tried to fight for the relationship you had.

As your back slid down your room door you brought your knees up to your chest and waited for the inevitable knocking to start. You lived in Stark Tower with the rest of your team, The Avengers, and there were another three people who lived on this floor who would undoubtedly have heard the raised voices. Great. Now not only did you need to deal with the fact that the man you had given everything to had walked out on you for someone else but you now had the embarrassment of everyone else knowing about it.

The knocking you had been expecting to hear came quicker than you had anticipated but you were more than ready to tell whoever it was to go away, last thing you needed was that whole ‘there’s plenty of other fish in the sea’ or ‘you were too good for him’ spiel that was so patronising.

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Essays in Existentialism: Stud IV

more stud lexa????? totally my fav.

Previously on Stud

The first hint of the autumn chill was a glorious kind of magic. It rattled its way through the streets on rickety wheels, making leaves chatter on leaves and making ships creak in the harbour. It climbed its way up buildings, leavings the fingerprints of the impending winter on the glass. The first chill was a defiant, fierce little thing, that was known to only a few who braved the early hour as the sun began to wake in this half of the world. Their breaths all became clouds, drifting along aimlessly as their throats tightened against the cold. But, like the first line of soldiers, the first hint of the end of summer was bombarded and dispatched with little effort by the day once the sun rose and attempted to hide any evidence of the bodies. 

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anonymous asked:

Jonsa and 70? But sansa is the one that says it

“You’re so beautiful!” 

Jon chuckled as her hand found his face, palming his cheek like he was a dog. He hated to admit it, however, but it felt nice. Even if Sansa did smell like she had robbed a liquor store and downed its entire content. 

“Sans, we need to get you home.” He tried to stand up, but she just pulled him back down onto the sofa. 

“No, Jon!” She tilted her chin up proudly - although the effect was lost by the slurring of her words and the adorable way she kept swaying in her seat. “You don’t get it. You’re beautiful. Not hot. Beautiful!” 

He flushed in spite knowing this was just drunken jibberish, but maybe Sansa being drunk was a good thing because he could say things like this without worrying about the repercussions. “Not as beautiful as you, love. Trust me.”

Sansa pouted and crossed her arms over her chest. “Ugh! You’re just not getting it.” She abruptly jumped up to her feet and began racing out of the lounge and down the corridor. Jon raced after her, all the while trying not to chuckle at her continued rant. “It’s just - you’ve always been you, right? And I’m me. A Stark, and you a Snow. And you’re so pretty. It’s not fair!” 

Jon followed her into his bedroom and decided to wait to see what she’d do next before he wrangled her out of the door and into his car so he could drive her home. Sansa turned around, still pouting, and placed her hands on her hips. 

“Do you get it now?” Sansa demanded. For someone who kept trying to compliment him, she was very quick to anger in this state. But Jon didn’t mind. Whenever she got frustrated, her nose would scrunch up and it was the single most adorable thing Jon had ever seen. 

“I’m trying to, Sans. Maybe we can discuss this in the morning? When you’re not three bottles of wine deep.” 

“Ugh!” she groaned again. Sansa turned her back to him, and to his horror, she stripped off her dress in one fluid motion. She threw it onto his bed before reaching into his wardrobe and picking out his favourite Winterfell University hoodie. “I love this one,” she murmured softly, before turning back around to smile goofily at him. “It smells like you.” 

Seeing her in nothing but his hoodie was doing really inappropriate things to his body, and Jon really didn’t want to be here right now. It was one thing being wildly attracted to Sansa on a normal day, but with her here in his room looking like that and smiling at him in a way that made his heart do somersaults, Jon was royally, irrevocably screwed. 

“Sansa… We should get you home,” he said, surprised at how calm his voice sounded, while inside, he was wrecked

She shook her head and crawled onto his bed, slipping under his duvet. “Nah uh. Not going home. I’m staying right here.” 

“Oh, bloody hell.” This was torture. Pure torture. 

Jon sighed and tried to distract himself by texting Robb. A physical reminder that he was in the presence of his best friend’s little sister. Even if said little sister was not so little anymore, nor very clothed either. She was still Sansa, and he really needed to get a grip. There was no physical bone in his body that would ever try to take advantage of her in this state, but it didn’t mean that he wouldn’t inadvertently blab about how into her he was. It could only end badly if he did. 

“Okay,” Jon said after pocketing his phone. He went out to the kitchen to grab a glass of water and came back to place it on the bedside table beside Sansa. “I’m going to go sleep on the sofa, okay? I’ll drive you home tomorrow morning.” He pushed back stray locks of her hair from her forehead. Sansa let out a soft moan of approval and leaned into his touch. “Get… uh, get some sleep, Sans.”

He heard her murmur an agreement, already halfway to sleep, and made his way across the room. Just as he reached the door, he heard her speak again. 

“Jon, wait…” The bed creaked and he turned around to see Sansa staring at him. “I love you, okay? And not like… a friend or anything. I really love you and…” She yawned, snuggling further into his duvet. “Remind me tomorrow?” 

His heart thumped loudly in his chest as he continued to stare back. Jon wasn’t sure how long he stood in that doorway for, but by the time he found his voice, Sansa was already fast asleep. 

“Yeah, I love you too, Sansa.” 

SVT Cute Jobs; Seokmin !!

Originally posted by shininghoshi

i dare you to find a brighter smile and a better vocalist i DARE YOU FUCdjvnjsdn


-the brightest smile 

-the biggest voice

-the best personality


-when he was young he found his talent for singing when he would normally repeat the choruses from Disney movies that he watched

-his favourite was the lion king 

-so when he got older he started to perform more and more on stage to make his voice sound better and stuff

-he got a load of compliments from people and a load of talent scouts from different companies would contact him to get a record deal or to join a company to be in a boy group or something idk ;)

-but everytime he said he couldn’t accept it


-because he wanted to start by himself

-and how was he going to do that?




-he started after

-you guessed it

-his friends said he should

-he agreed

-thinking that it would get him some exposure online 

-so like Seungkwan he saved up for recording equipment and a whole section of his room near the window for editing recording and uploading

-his little slice of heaven in a room

-so as soon as he made the set up and the channel 

-there was no hesitation to start

-he just got on with it straight away 

-like bam

-his favourite songs to sing are kind of the ballad-y ones with the high notes that can truly show his talent off

-his most famous cover was him in his room singing Castle On The Hill

-and it was just his voice

-it was goosebump inducing

-that’s what really got him on the right track to being a youtuber

-castle on the hill

-that was a song you liked too

-and you were…?

-a neighbour

-you knew someone in the house next to you had an amazing voice that made your mum kind of…relaxed and happy

-she didn’t tell them to turn it down because she didn’t mind it for once

-keeping in mind she was a music teacher herself

-and what did she do with you? 

-teach you how to play guitar

-so castle on the hill wasn’t only your favourite song overall it was your favourite song to play on the guitar

-so one day you just had the window open and you just started to play 

-fortunately someone else had their window open

-it was mr seokmiiiiiiiiin

-and he was sitting there listening to you

-your playing was smooth and it was so calming too

-”you play the guitar really well.”

-you turn around and see him just staring and smiling to you

-and you could of sworn there were two suns out that day


-he was so….pretty too

-”oh wow…thank you..”

-”what’s your name? i always wanted to know who was playing the guitar in your house.”


-”it was always so nice….especially at night.”

-”well i’m y/n. and i guess i could say the same for whoever is singing in your house adn i’m going to take a guess that it’s you?”

-”how did you know?”

-”the mic isn’t small…so whats your name idol?”


-and ever since then you two would talk out of your window together no matter what time or day

-one time you heard him sing another popular song

-which was Fireflies by Owl City

-which you learnt ages ago on guitar

-so you just grabbed your lucky six sting

-and just played along with his singing

-he started to sing softly because e could hear you playing guitar

-and then he stopped to just admire you and listen to you playing guitar

-you couldn’t hear his singing anymore so you looked to his window

-and he was just at his window smiling to you

-you could’ve sworn those butterflies came out of the cocoons in your tummy way too early 

-but still you smiled back as you continued as normal

-”hey y/n can I ask you something?”

-he asked you if you knew that he had a youtube channel

-you shook your head before escaping to your computer looking at his channel


-like 500,000


-and he’s got some good covers too

-”i asked someone to record a cover with me but looks like they’re not coming”


-”oh..that’s sad…when does it need to be up?”

“tonight. could you do it with me?”

-”o-okay! that sounds cool!”

-you quickly run downstairs to put your shoes on to head to his 

-and your mum comes back from shopping

-”y/n where are you going?????”

-”next door”

-”wait why???”

-”i’m recording with seokmin!!”


-”ill tell you later!”

-you rush over to his and record the song 


-for the next 10 or so video he did a guitar cover with you on guitar

-and it somehow made you two closer than before

-every time he needs you for a cover he just calls your name and you just come running over with your guitar 

-like you know that kid that naruto runs in your class

-yeah like that but 100x more blurred and with a “HERE COMES DAT BOI” slogan the end of the picture

-you’re just one of the running memes


-the next cover he was gonna do was All of Me by John Legend but you didn’t know that song on guitar

-so you had to learn it on time for him to sing along with you

-you were freaking out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


-one night you were practicing in your room 

-and you kept on messing up on one part of the song

-and seokmin could hear you

-”y/n you alright??”

-”yeah i’m fine it’s just this one bit that i can’t seem to get right…”

-”don’t worry about it”


-”y/n your guitar playing amazes me. this time isn’t going to be different you’ll be amazing.”

-”thanks seokmin. night.”

-”night y/n.”

-okay that’s it

-hes fallen for you

-well shit

-good luck

-the day cAME 

-you had everything down

-except for that part


-so halfway through the recording you accidentally mess up

-seokmin stopped and turned around to look at you

-and you’re there just like

-fuck i let seokim down what do i do now how do i sneak over the border can i change my name fUCK HES PROBABLY ANGRY IDK CAN YOU SEE I CAN SEE THAT IM TEARING UP AGAIN WHAT IS GOING ON HELP

-and that went on for another minute until you could feel a small tear fall down your cheek

-you were really like 

-fuck i actually let him down

-”seokmin i’m so sorry i didn’t mean to-”

-”y/n it’s okay”

-”no its not-”

-”it is. don’t worry.”

-he sit next to you on the bed and just gives you the warmest hug in the world

-like you could feel yourself melting because of him

-”i feel like i let you down…”

-”you’ll never let me down. your music makes me so happy. and it makes a lot of people happy. i make mistakes too, it’s okay.”

-you sat there in silence as your hand lifted up to hold his arm

-you really needed this somehow

-but then out of thin air you could feel a small kiss being planted on your forehead

-just like a plaster for your troubles

-somehow you regained the confidence to continue just from him

-and when you started to play that part again

-you somehow managed to do it!!

-it’s….like his kiss had some sort of superpower

-like he was able to help you in someway

-i guess he did

-from that day on you two spent your time with each other making youtube covers 

-bless y’all

“hey y/n have you tried to cover stairway to heaven before?”



Summary: It’s the 4th of July, Steve’s birthday, and you have the perfect present for him. 

Warnings: Unprotected sex 

Word count: 1700

A/N: It’s finally done! I wanted this out as a thank you for 1500 followers, but as of today we’re at 1700, so THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH! I hope this lives up to your expectations lolol

Tagging:  @pleasecallmecaptain @waitingfortherightpartner @generation-hated @price-devant-la-cage @dontaskmetosay-idontloveyou @childrenofhumanity @avengersandchill @wydari 

Steve was the kind of guy to make up for any shortcomings on his part. He was also the kind of guy who thought he had shortcomings, because he wasn’t six feet tall or 300 pounds of pure muscle or halfway around the world scampering away from a spray of bullets.

He was the kind of guy who knew exactly where to take his girl on the Fourth of July to make it perfect, even if he wasn’t celebrating it in a trench with his best friend. Because this was what the selfish half of his heart wanted to do, not protect his country from Nazi’s, but protect his world from being lonely on a holiday.

And he certainly wasn’t planning on the night ending the way it did when he found the perfectly empty field and tossed a fluffy cotton blanket down on the grass, but Steve wasn’t exactly complaining. Mostly because in a string of fantastic, beautiful things, you were the best finale he could’ve imagined. The only finale that followed the pattern of increasing awe settling between his ribs.

Even though the end was his favourite part of the night, he liked to think about it from the beginning; with the fireworks booming overhead, stars clinging to his tastebuds, and your head weighing down his chest. Already he felt like that was the perfect way to end the night, assuming that after the late celebration he would walk you home, kiss you goodnight, and go home to his lips unsatisfied and yearning for more.

But if he wanted that, he shouldn’t have taken you out on his birthday, because you had something else in mind. Something else that started with your hand running over his chest during an explosion of blue on the black sheet of sky. His breath was already caught somewhere between his desire for you to continue and his worry that you’d do exactly that.

Steve didn’t pull his hand off your waist when you twisted enough for your lips to reach his neck and kiss up his jagged pulse. He didn’t blink when you got up and moved to straddle him instead, dragging your fingers through his neatly combed hair. What he did do was gulp, let out a small strangled huff, and admire how you looked with your hair falling around your face when you looked down at him.

“Happy birthday Stevie.” He was surprised to find that his hammering heart didn’t drown out the sultry timbre in your voice, or how it clung to the shell of his ear the way your lipstick held onto his pale skin.

“Is this - Are you sure?” When he got nervous he liked to second guess things, and since this was a first for Steve, his nerves were as manageable as the orbit of Jupiter. Adding your hand, which had started drifting down his suspender strap, and the crack of a grin on your painted lips, Jupiter seemed more like the Milky Way.

“I am. Are you?” There was a bounce in your voice, a taunt. Like you were trying to see what tone you had to use to make Steve faint. With his heart going the way it was, you weren’t too far away from finding out.

“I, yes. I just, I mean I’ve never - I don’t know how.” Stammering was also a side effect of Steve facing against an entire galaxy, as embarrassing as it was.

“That’s okay, I can help.” There was nothing teasing in your smile this time, but Steve still had a hard time catching his breath. This was the girl he loved, the one who could cure diseases with a smile and made him feel like the world when everyone else was so focussed on proving he was a mouse.

He wasn’t sure when the fireworks had stopped, mostly because his heartbeat sounded just as loud as the sparkling detonations when they were still erupting behind you, but when you ducked down and kissed every inch of exposed skin that came from unbuttoning his shirt, it felt like they had only moved off the screen of sky and went onto his skin instead.

As much as Steve loved the feeling of your lips crawling down his heaving chest, and as much as he wanted the image replaying in his head to be more than his imagination, he also just really wanted to kiss you. You were about to slide past his belly button when his finger hooked under your chin and tugged you softy back upwards.

If Steve’s kisses had been passionate before, they were vehement now. Like the heat of a sun was pouring out of him and you were the only one to catch it. Carefully, his hands ran down from your sides to your thighs. He made to pull away and ask if this was okay, if he was doing it right, if there was something else he should be doing in that moment instead of rubbing your thighs and tangling your tongues. Before his mouth had even left yours you were mumbling for him to stop thinking about it and keep going.

So that’s exactly what Steve did, leaving one hand to run under your dress and taking the other to find your zipper. His finger had only just wrapped around the cool metal when he had to pause, eyes fluttering shut, as you ground into him. He didn’t know he could make a sound like that until it left his lips and bounced off the dewy grass on either side of you two.

He started thinking again when you giggled, but a quick check at the endearing look in your eyes calmed him down. He unzipped your dress, letting it pool around your hips while you slipped his open shirt over his shoulders. You shivered at his fingers tracing a path up your ribs, making Steve hesitate.

“Are you cold?”

“No, why’d you stop?”

“You shivered, I thought you were cold.” You bit back a laugh at Steve’s confusion, sweetly pushing some of his hair out of his face.

“Not cold. It just felt good.” Steve rarely got the chance to make you embarrassed, but somehow making you admit this did the trick, and it made him feel like a king. Good, he was doing good. He wanted a better taste of this power - if it only took his fingers on your sides to make you shiver, what else could he do to you?

“Well tell me if you get cold, okay?” He grinned boyishly and continued running his fingers over your skin until they met fabric. You smiled back before kissing a line on his jaw. The second time your hips ground into him it was easier to bite back his groan, because it wasn’t so much of a surprise at how good you felt against him.

Steve pulled off your bra but his hands didn’t move to replace it. After giving him a moment to see what he would do, you took his hands and directed them to the soft flesh yourself.

“I told you to stop thinking.” You teased, sitting up so he had a full view of your top half. His eye skated over your figure and he had to stop himself from groaning again.

“I know, but you’re beautiful.” His thumbs rubbed over your nipples and you gasped, grip tightening over his hands. He did it again to see if it was a good or bad reaction, smirking when you let out a choked sigh. “Especially like this.”

Steve tugged and squeezed until your chest was heaving, and then your hands went down to his belt and yanked it undone. He swallowed thickly when you pushed his pants down, rubbing him through his boxers. He pressed his head into the ground and whimpered, his hips involuntarily pressing into your hand.

“You look pretty good like this as well.” You murmured, readjusting to slide the last of your clothes off. You made another circle with your hips and Steve helped this time, pressing you down by your hips and getting lost in the gratifying twist in his stomach. His boxers were warm and damp from your arousal, and Steve couldn’t wait to get them off. “Ready?”

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” His voice was more gravelly than you’d ever heard before, it was like music to your ears. You shrugged, tugging lightly on his waistband until he lifted himself up and you could pull them down.

Steve’s jaw clenched when you sank down on him, his hands gripping your hips like his life depended on it. The best part, Steve thought, was the whine you made when he filled you up. He felt that surge of importance again, and it drove him to spread your legs a little further and push into you even more.

Then you started moving, and Steve wanted to explode. His hands found purchase on your waist, helping you slam down on him until you were a moaning mess on top of him. For all it was worth, Steve wasn’t any better in choking down his groans and gasps.

Your hands found his, one tangling your fingers and pressing into the ground by his head while you guided the other between your legs and told him to rub. He tested out harsh stripes and circles with his thumb until he passed over your clit and you clenched around him. He kept it up until your stomach untwisted and you were pulsing all around him, head nuzzled into his neck and kissing his collarbone until he found release too.

When he opened his eyes again all he saw was stars, and although they were stunning, they were nothing compared to you, so he turned onto his side to face where you had rolled off him. The soft moonlight made you shine and your eyes glimmered lazily at Steve.

“I love you.” He kissed you again, tired and caring and intimate. You scooted closer and his arms wrapped around you, cuddling you closer.

“I love you more.”

Sterek A-Z Challenge: one word prompts

Week 20: T - Trigger

Derek set his folder of printed documents on the island counter, beside two unopened bottles of water and two pens with chewed caps he found on the floor. Why they had been on the floor, Derek could only imagine. Stiles tended to spread his work out in their apartment much like he had his bedroom back in Beacon Hills, minus the web of investigations, disappearances, and deaths. The chewed lids were no mystery since his boyfriend had the biggest oral fixation Derek had ever seen.

Everything went in Stiles’ mouth. Not that Derek minded. There were quite a few things Derek wouldn’t mind seeing in Stiles’ mouth, like his dick. There was nothing quite like watching those obscene lips wrap around his cock while hungry, Bambi eyes stared up at him. And the noises…

Clearing his throat, Derek adjusted the not so little problem in his jeans and double checked Stiles’ location. He could hear Stiles muttering to himself in their bedroom, and he breathed a small sigh of relief. His libido was what had gotten them into this mess in the first place, and why he insisted they sit down and discuss what they both wanted going forward.

Stiles had finished only finished his second year at Columbia a few weeks ago, and his schedule was still as hectic and cluttered with his new summer job as it had been while he attended full-time classes. Derek had offered to cover all expenses, including the cost of books and portion of tuition Stiles’ partial scholarship didn’t cover. Beyond accumulating more through various investments, Derek had nothing better to do with his money, but as always, his boyfriend was stubborn.

Stiles still refused to take Derek’s money when Derek had already let Stiles live in New York, rent free, for the last two years. But Derek enjoyed taking care of Stiles. It settled his wolf like nothing else to be able to provide for his pack mate and lover. He liked stocking the cupboards with Stiles’ favourite snacks and coffee, filling the fridge with healthy organic foods, and cooking meals.

The learning curve when it came to cooking had been steep. Derek had never needed cooking skills prior to living with Stiles. He had burned more meals than not in the beginning, but ensuring his boyfriend had healthy, home-cooked meals had quickly become a priority, especially after the discovery of Stiles’ complete inability to take care of his most basic needs during times of stress. It was something Derek discovered during Stiles’ first foray into college midterms.

Thankfully there had only been one epic meltdown, and a few tearful pleas, but the worst found Derek cuddling an inconsolable Stiles into the wee hours of the morning during his third semester because his boyfriend proclaimed himself an absolute failure, and was convinced he would never amount to anything. It had also been the night Derek realized that Stiles wished the Nogitsune had killed him, a guilt Derek could relate to all too well.

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Sanversweek Day 5 - Domestic

I took domestic fairly literally.

The first time they talked about getting a place together, it wasn’t meant to be serious.

Maggie was lying on Alex’s stomach, both half asleep, and they were softly talking about whatever came to mind.

“If we ever got a place together, what would you want it to be like?” Alex asked, looking at the ceiling instead of at her girlfriend.

“Hmm, I think I’d like it to be an apartment, just a bigger one than the ones we live in now. Maybe with those exposed walls? Yeah, I always thought those were awesome. Oh, and big windows.” She answered without much hesitation.

“Sounds good.” Alex said and Maggie lifted her head up a little to look her girlfriend in the eye.

“What would you like? You know, if we got a place together.” She asked, slowly crawling higher on the bed, so she was face to face with Alex.

Alex laughed and put her forehead against Maggie’s. “I think I’d like there to be a big bed, you know, for when we want to sleep…” She said, to which Maggie grinned. “Yes, sleeping, very important.” She responded and gave Alex a teasing kiss. 

“And if I’m being serious, I mean obviously I was serious, but I’d like to have a big library, I never had the space for that here and I’d really love to have one.” Alex added.

“Good, we’ll get that one day, Alex.” Maggie said, looking her in the eye. Alex just smiled into the kiss she planted on Maggie’s lips. That night they didn’t talk about it anymore, but Alex made sure to remember the big windows and the exposed walls. Maggie decided she needed to make sure Alex got her library. And for the bed… well, neither of them really thought they needed to remember, there was no way they’d forget about it.

The next time the topic came up was a few months later. And it really wasn’t intentional.

Maggie had been working late on a case and Alex had been home early for a change. So when she finally walked into the apartment (Alex’s, but it was theirs for all intents and purposes) Alex was already curled up on the couch, sleeping.

When Maggie walked up to her, she saw that her girl had been working on her laptop because the thing was discarded halfway closed at her feet. Maggie picked it up so it wouldn’t end up dropping to the floor if Alex decided to start rolling in her sleep. 

When she moved it, the screen lit up and showed a real estate website.

It wasn’t in in Maggie’s nature to snoop, so she silently closed it, but her heart leapt for a second.

The past few weeks she’d been looking at places for them to move into together. She’d found a few good ones but she wasn’t sure if Alex was ready for that step yet, let alone if she herself was, so she hadn’t told her yet. But now maybe Alex was doing the same and maybe Alex was ready and maybe this would really happen and… too many maybes.

Maggie turned towards her girlfriend and softly brushed her hair off her face. That woke her up.

“Hey, babe” Alex said with a hoarse voice. “Everything go well at work?”

“Yeah, I think we’re almost done.” Maggie said, a little nervous. Alex picked up on it because of course she would. She looked confused for a second before looking around subtly. When her eyes spotted her laptop on the table, where she knew she hadn’t left it, a shadow of panic showed in her eyes. She hoped Maggie hadn’t seen it, but of course she had.

“I was just… I know we only talked about it once but I’ve been thinking about it a lot more and…” She started muttering when she decided there wasn’t really any point in trying to cover up what she was doing.

“Babe, babe, it’s okay.” Maggie interrupted, “Actually, it’s more than okay, I’ve been looking too.”

“You have?” Alex asked, suddenly surprised.

“Yeah of course I have, I just wasn’t sure if you wanted to think about it yet, so I didn’t say anything.” She said softly. 

“Oh wow, me too, exactly same here, I’ve had that page bookmarked since the morning after we first brought it up,” Alex admitted feeling very relieved. She reached for her laptop and looked at Maggie, “Do you want to see?”

“Absolutely.” She grinned. She put her head on Alex’s shoulder while she showed her a few apartments she’d found interesting around the city. 

The first few were all promising, but it’s only when she was pulling up the fifth one Alex said, “This next one is my favourite, but if you don’t like it, I’ll be just as happy anywhere else as long as I’m with you. So just tell me what you think honestly.”

She opened the page and suddenly Maggie was sporting a wide grin and walking across the apartment before Alex could say anything else. 

“Babe, what are you doing?” She asked, but Maggie was holding up her finger to signal her to wait. She was already walking back with her own laptop in her hands. She sat down again and showed Alex the link on her screen that was labeled ‘Home?’. When she opened it, well, to Alex’s surprise, but to exactly no one else’s, they had picked out the same place.

After that night, the topic was coming up a lot more often.

About three weeks later they were signing the lease to the fourth story apartment with giant windows, exposed walls, an entire room that Alex would later fill with countless books and, partially because of Kara’s request, a large bedroom with a door.

The first evening in their new place was spent eating take-out on the floor in the middle of the living room with their friends and later the first night on the mattress in their bedroom, because they hadn’t gotten the bed itself yet. 

It was their first time there that, even empty, made this place that was completely theirs, already start to feel like home.

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#179 - For anonymous x2

Filling the prompt “Best Friend // Rex Orange County and it’s just like the boy desperately wanting to be with his best friend and idk if u listen to the song it’s rly cute tysm” and “One where reader is a rich girl, and Van thinks she’s gonna be a stereotypical pompous twat, but she’s real humble and the lads an van are pleasantly surprised?”

When your parents dropped you with Mary and Bernie, you were nervous and excited in equal measures. Your siblings were nothing like you, and when the conversation was had about having to work for pocket money, they almost rioted. Your brother smashed both televisions in his room, and your sister said she’d stop helping with the horses. You happily thought about it and decided that when you grew up you’d like to maybe work in a hotel. The hotels in the village weren’t about to let a kid come work for them, but there was the bed and breakfast. A phone later you were on your way to work. Well, volunteer. Your parents would pay you, but technically you weren’t employed.

The aim was to learn the value of money. Everything was easy for you growing up, born with a silver spoon. Getting out into the world and seeing how other people lived would do you good. Naturally kind and full of empathy, you wanted nothing more than to figure out how to use your privilege to help other people. Maybe your sixteen-year-old mind didn’t think of it in those terms, but that’s what you were doing. You’d never have guessed that your attempts to be a better person would be met with such resistance.

Mary and Bernie liked you immediately. You used your manners and took directions well. You followed them around making tea and ironing bed sheets. Their son, who you were sure was actually named Ryan but everyone seemed to call Van, did not like you immediately. He hardly spoke to you at all, and if you had to be in the same room, he’d put his cheap headphones in and ignore you.

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Blue Scarf

Requested by: the lovely Ash @lolohshit-mybad ^^
Prompts: #18 “I can’t breathe” & #35 “You look like you’ve just had a run in with a werewolf.” “I have, thanks for noticing.” (Rossi x Reader)

A/N: Last Rossi story from the current list of requests! It is 2700 words long because, as always, I have no idea what self-control is. Enjoy! :)

Originally posted by prettyboyspence

You needed to get out. You knew the bar had a little outdoor area at the back, although you weren’t sure if it was staff-only or not. When you started making your way out of the throng of people moving on the dance floor, your now unwelcome companion tried to reach for your hand.

‘I can’t breathe in here and I need the bathroom,’ you half-shouted in his ear. He nodded and headed back to his group of friends, high-fiving a few. ‘Men,’ you mumbled as you rolled your eyes and kept moving towards the back. He was probably telling them he had put his hands on places he most definitely hadn’t.

Your eyes were scanning the many faces in the bar but you couldn’t find your co-workers anywhere. You had come along with JJ and Morgan to celebrate Garcia’s birthday. You had greeted everyone the moment you arrived but had lost them once they dispersed either to get drinks or to go to the small dance floor in the middle. Garcia had found this one bar that closed its doors to the public and only allowed entrance to those who had booked a spot to celebrate their birthdays, and it wasn’t super full, but there were at least four or five different parties going on at the same time.

It was the middle of the week, which was no problem for the team since it had thankfully coincided with a day off after a long case. The downside to it all, though? It was compulsory to come in full costume. You had tried to convince Garcia to just let you come in an all-black outfit and with some kitty ears but she had said you wouldn’t be allowed in.

So, with only a day left to come up with an idea, you had decided to go as a vampire. The make-up part was easy: heavy on the eyes, some fake blood on your neck and dripping from your mouth, dark red lipstick and you were done. You had even managed to get some fake fangs that didn’t look like the cheap, Halloween ones.

The real problem was the dress. You had only one long, tight, black dress that would fit the theme you were going for but it had long sleeves, which had led to your needing to get out –apart from the fact that you did not want that guy’s hands on your body.

You made it to the door without too much trouble, still not finding any of the team members, and walked out to the desolated, tiny area. You breathed in the night air, welcoming the cool breeze, even though the sudden change in temperature made you shiver.

‘You look like you’ve just had a run in with a werewolf,’ Rossi’s deep voice surprised you. He had seen you practically running away from the guy and decided to check on you.

You turned around as the door closed behind him and caught him checking out your body, and the smile he gave you afterwards caused your stomach to make a flip.

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Paradise Chapter Six

Originally posted by gabedonohoe

September 25th, 2016 - Westminster, London & Stockholm, Sweden.

Bill P.O.V.


I rolled over expecting to find Eva laying naked next to me but the bed was empty and cold. It wasn’t normal for her to leave me in bed alone. I sat up and surveyed her room. Our clothes had disappeared from the chair. My boxers were folded at the end of the bed along with the dressing gown I had been borrowing. I pulled them on and went in search for her.

I started in the kitchen, making coffee for myself. Even Ragnar wasn’t around. I knew she hadn’t gone out as there was no note from her. I heard groans coming from the living room. Worried Eva had fallen over I hurried out the kitchen.

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Day 2 - Nerd Girlfriends

I made you all this… it’s a high school AU because I didn’t know how else I could make this happen and I warn you now, I tried to be funny.

“But Alex, if UV-light is necessary for the reaction to start, wouldn’t it just stop if you put it in a dark closet?”

“No Winn, first of all very few things stop when you shove them into a closet, pun intended, and second, once the molecules are activated they start reacting with others no matter if there is any light or not.” Alex explained. Winn hummed in understanding.

“So what you’re saying, once out in the light, there is no stopping, no matter what happens?” Winn asked, grinning.

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