and i may have screamed do something to her when she came into my room today

Not So Innocent Now

Word count: 1,460

Warning: smut, teasing, rough sex

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Summary/Request: Thank you @study-me-misha for my first request!

The reader is Sam and Dean’s younger sister and Cas has had feelings for her for a long time. She starts to tease him round the bunker which leads to him snapping.

Tags: @badwolfy08 @jensen-gal

Originally posted by malachai-winchester

Cas watched as Y/N, the middle Winchester child, hugged her brothers after a particularly long and gruelling case. The look of triumph and her relaxed smile made Cas smile to himself. He always thought she looked so beautiful in these moments of complete satisfaction, being held in the arms of her family. A wave of sorrow also crashed through Cas as he wished for this love from his own family, but sadly he was an outcast from them. Abruptly, Cas was broken from his thoughts as Y/N ran over and embraced him tightly.

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Best Friends Forever

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

*Requested smut, read carefully ;)

Imagine: You are angry because you ex seems to be really hitting it off since you two broke up. In order to help you through it, Klaus Mikaelson, your best friend, shows up in your place. There, he decides to come clean about his own feelings. After that, things get a bit hot in your room.

Word Count: 3043 

A light rain was pouring outside, matching your horrible mood. Today you had the misfortune of bumping into your ex boyfriend, Matt Donovan, and, to make things even worse, he looked like he could not be any happier, babbling about his growing success. Like you wanted to actually know that! Urgh! And that son of a bitch still felt in the right to comment about your life and fucking laugh about it. So what you had been going out and drinking more? It was none of his business.

Taking a deep breath, you turned on the radio. Music helped a lot to discharge the anger and keep your emotions together. Right now, it was exactly what you needed. Luckily, your girl power song was on: Beyoncé’s hit Single Ladies. A smile fastly appeared, as you started to sing and dance along.

“Acting up, drink in my cup! I can’t care less what you think.” You swayed your hips to the tune and rolled your eyes, wishing you were telling him that. “I need no permission, did I mention?”

“I take you are in a good mood, Y/N.”

The singing stopped and strangled scream came out instead. It took a few seconds for you to realise who had barged into your room, invading your privacy. After the fear went off and Klaus was laughing out loud, you frowned, angry. 

“This is not funny. I could have had a heart attack.”

“You’re a banshee, I’m pretty sure you are able to predict your own death.” You narrowed your eyes. “I’m just kidding! I came back town yesterday and heard Matt was at Mystic Falls as well. Thought I’d come to see how you were doing.”

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Can I Boop Your Nose?

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,539

Warnings: being crazy? Dean being roofied haha

A/N: This is for @impalaimagining’s 2k celebration challenge!!! My word that I picked was ‘Crazed’…I hope that all of you enjoy this! Feedback is greatly appreciated!! :D (*Unbeta’d so any and all mistakes are mine! aka it might be total shit lol)

Dean never thought you’d ever go behind his back like you had a few nights ago. Here he was sitting in a chair, in the mental hospital, in the same room Sam was occupying but now it housed you instead. Dean watched as you sat on the bed, picking up imaginary flowers around you and then proceeded to hand them over to him. Cas told him that you would and have been reacting differently than Sam had. You still see Lucifer here and there, he bothers you at night and whispers lies in your ear. Other than that, it’s almost like your mind is this innocent psychotic child.  

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Be Kind To Your Daughters

AN: A request from an Anon who wanted a Bruce xDaughter!Reader who was estranged from the batman side of his life. Hope you enjoy!

You hated the dining room. In your opinion, it was one of the worst features of Wayne Manor. It served no purpose. No one ever sat and ate here, except you and Alfred. To you it would have been better if the two of you could eat in the living room in front of the T.V., at least that way you wouldn’t have to scream across the table at him whenever you wanted to have a conversation.

“Hurry now, Mistress Wayne, I know you enjoy your waffles, but there is traffic today and it will be horrible getting to school,” Alfred says he walks into the dining room and clearly away the dishes that you’d already finished with.

What was worse about the dining room was when Alfred was too busy to eat with you. You hated being alone in this house. Despite the years, you’d been with your father you’d never gotten over the coziness of the small two-bedroom apartment that you and your mother shared. Though, you may have started to feel more comfortable if you thought of your father as a parent rather than a sperm donor, and even sometimes that description didn’t fit.

“What about Damian?” you question, “Isn’t he coming with us?”

“I’m afraid not miss, your father had to pull him out of school today.”

“I see,” you say pushing away from the table. “I’ll wait by the door.”

“Of course, just give me a moment.”

Walking through the halls was something else you hated about the manor. Instead of having pictures and paintings of animals or flowers the way normal people had, most of the artwork that decorated the halls of Wayne Manor was of members of the Wayne family. Every time you walk past them, you’re constantly reminded that you look nothing like the man called your father. Not your hair color, eye color, or facial structure. You were, in essence, a carbon copy of your mother. In fact, if it had not been for the DNA test, you probably wouldn’t have been dropped off to live here with him.

Alfred finds you leaning against the couch in the entrance hall waiting for him with your school bag in hand.  “Ready for the first day of your last year, Mistress Wayne?”

“As I’ll ever be,” you say with boredom filling your tone and walking toward the door. Before the turn the knob you through a quickly glance over your shoulder. You wouldn’t admit it if anyone asked what you were looking for, but you had hoped that he would at least come down to send you on your way off for the first day.  You were disappointed but not surprised when you didn’t see him, it’s not like you were important to him.

“Fifty Million Dollars?” Damian questions watching the screen.

“Syphoned out of the bank using a virus. It’s untraceable and the perfect crime,” Dick adds.

Bruce doesn’t respond, but they know he feels frustrated. This was the second time the Bank of Gotham had been hit in two months, and it was for the same amount of cash as well. He hadn’t been able to solve the case then, and he didn’t know if he would be able to do it now.

“Master Bruce, I’ve just finished dropping of the young miss at school,” Alfred’s voice sounds over the intercom.

“Thank you, Alfred.”

“She was looking for you, sir.”

Bruce pauses, “Did she need something?”

“I think she was hoping her father would see her off on her first day back to school, sir.”

“I don’t have time, I’ll make it up to her, Alfred.”

“Very well, sir.”

Its silent in the room, save for the slight tapping of Dick’s shoe.

“You have something to say?” Bruce asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Just that, you could have eaten breakfast with her, or something,” Dick says with a shrug.

“If she’s so immature that she’s upset that she had to eat alone, who would want to deal with her?” Damian says with a shrug.

“Don’t be a jerk,” Dick says with a sigh. “What I mean is, she doesn’t know about any of this stuff. When it was me and I had to be alone at least I knew why. If I was her I’d think my father hated me.”

Bruce felt the guilt pool in his belly, had he given you than impression? Maybe he should have interacted more. In all honesty, he wasn’t sure how to talk to you. You were like the others, all hurt in some way, but something about you had been different. Nothing that he did when you first came to stay with him after your mother died had been able to console you, and as a result he winded up letting you work out your issues yourself. Perhaps that was the wrong tactic, especially considering in the five years you’ve been with him, he can’t remember a time when you the both of you had willingly spent more than ten minutes in the room together.

“Alfred,” he calls as he presses a button on the intercom. “I’ll pick her up from school.”

“Will Damian be in school tomorrow?” The older woman asks.

“I believe he will, he just had a fever this morning,” you say with a pleasant smile. You hoped she couldn’t tell how much your cheeks were twitching in pain from the small smile. It was a foreign expression. One that you reserved for strangers and your father’s acquaintances you were introduced to at his benefits. At those parties, it was easier to keep one on because no one noticed the small amount of alcohol you would put in your sodas.

You took Damian’s Syllabi from the teacher and stuffed them into your schoolbag and began to make your way to the gate of the school.

Surprisingly, the black town car that Alfred usually picked you up was not there. Instead there waited your father, leaning against one of his many sports cars, waiting for you.

You pause, taking in the sight. Why is he here? Did something happen?

Your thoughts are redirected when you see him toss a hand up calling attention to himself as if you couldn’t see him. As if there weren’t parents and students oohing and awing at his presence already.

“Father?” You question, eyes narrowing in confusion as you walk up to him.

“I thought it would be nice to drive you home on your first day as a senior,” he says with a smile awkwardly rubbing the back of his head.

“I see,” you say stepping in to the car as he opens the door for you.

As you wait for him to enter the vehicle on his side, you notice some of the parents excitedly snapping pictures. Was he so important to them?

The car smoothly peels away from the curb, engine quiet as the both of you begin the drive home.

“How was the first day back?” He questions.


“Make any new friends?”


“Did you try?”

“Does it matter?” You question cutting your eyes at him. “In a year I’ll be gone, there’s no point in making hollow friendships. I’d rather not over exert myself.”

“You’re planning on leaving?” He asks slightly surprised.

“I was planning on going to college and there aren’t many quality higher education opportunities in Gotham. Or are the boys the only ones allowed to leave home?”

He doesn’t know what the right thing to say is, especially because he is thrown off by your hostile tone. “Where ever you want to go, I’ll support you.”

“I’m sure you will.”

A stiff silence falls over the car, and it’s one the two of you are both grateful for. You both know nothing about the other, and it seemed a little bit late to get to know one another, at least from your perspective. He hadn’t tried in the last five years why should he start now, in nine months you wouldn’t have anything to do with him anyways.

You closed your eyes as the buildings of the city passed. Both in attempt to make sure that he didn’t start another conversation and to get in at least a couple minutes of sleep. You had a late night last night, the second of many that were sure to come.

It’s October, and the second full month of school is almost over. Halloween, luckily landed on a weekend and it was more than excuse enough to get out of the house. Yet somehow you find yourself locked in your room, a chair pressed under your doorknob so that you wouldn’t be able to wiggle the door knob off.

“Let me out, Dick!” You scream as you pound on the door. If he could see into your bedroom, he’d see how serious you were. The anger you felt was causing the furniture to levitate. Something that happened often when you were unable to control your emotions, but something that you also hid from your family.

“I can’t it’s not safe to leave. You know this is one of the most dangerous nights in Gotham,” He reasons, almost pleading for you to drop it and find a way to entertain yourself.

“Why is it okay for Damian to sneak out at night, but not me?” You question arms crossed in anger.

“What?” He asks in surprise.

“Oh, don’t play dumb, Dick.  All of you do it. You, Jason, Tim. You think just because I’m locked away at night that I never noticed that most nights I’m here by myself? Or the vehicles speeding away from the house in the middle of the night.”

“You don’t understand, we had part-time jobs.” He tries pathetically.

“What can a ten-year-old do at one in the morning?”

“Please just drop it, sis.”

It’s the endearment that gets you. A warmth that spreads over your body and flush that bites at your cheeks. It wasn’t often that it was acknowledge that, blood or not, you were their sibling. Dick tried his best, but he was older when you arrived, and he wasn’t there to treat you the way that a big brother would a little sister.

It’s also the endearment that causes the furniture to drop gently back to the ground and your fists to unclench.

“All right, Dick.”

“Tomorrow why don’t we got to the fair or something maybe we could hang out?”

There is a warmth in his tone that you aren’t used to and it makes you feel slightly guilty as your reach for your cell phone and scroll through the list of names.

“I’d like that.”

“Cool. I’ll come check on you later.”

Just as his footsteps are gone from your hall you press talk on your phone.

“Jason, do you think you can do me a favor?”

You liked Jason. You got Jason, and for the most part he understood you. You didn’t know why he resented Bruce as much as he did, but you were happy that you had at least one person you could talk to that wouldn’t report everything you said to Bruce the way that Alfred did.

“Is here fine, kid?” He asks as he stops his motorcycle.

You look up at the large city library in front of you and nodded your head as you slipped your leg over the side of his bike.

“Thank you, Jason,” you say with a pleasant smile as you pass him the extra helmet that he’d given you.

“I’ve never seen someone want to sneak out of the house just to go to the library. You know there is one in the manor?”

“I just wanted to get out of the house for a while. I’m never quite comfortable there, it’s almost like I’m not supposed to be there. Like everyone is in on some big secret and they are all avoiding talking about it when I’m there. It feels that way with you sometimes too.”

Jason looks at you solemnly, letting your words wash over him. He swallows thickly when he meets your eyes that are pleading with him, longing for him to tell you the truth.

“We all feel a little out of place sometimes, kid,” he says smoothing some of your hair down that had been trapped in the helmet. The warm gesture caused a smile to run over your face. “But we all find a place where we belong.”

You nod, “Thanks, Jason.”

“What time, do you want me to pick you up?”

“The library closes at, one I think.”

“Geez, people are actually here that late?” He questions turning his engine on.

“It’s a community college library, students have to study.”

“I guess. Catch ya’ later, kid.”

You watch with a smile as he speeds off. When his form disappears, your eyes find their way to your watch.

‘Five hours’ you think to yourself. ‘Five hours to hit five banks, shouldn’t be too hard, especially since my power is growing.’

“It’s Sixteen Banks in November alone, and there seems to be nothing we can do,” Dick says as he leans against the desk. “Do you know how rich whoever this person is now?”

“You almost sound as if you admire them, Grayson.” Damian adds.

“You have to give credit where credit is due,” Dick says with a shrug.

“I’m not going to give credit to someone robbing the people of the world,” Bruce rumbles, causing his eldest son to roll his eyes.

“At least we know they’re here in Gotham. And besides, its better than all the other assholes who go and hold the banks hostage.” Jason says pouring himself a cup of coffee. They’d all been analyzing the data for hours, with no luck, and he was beginning to get tired.

“Just because no one’s getting hurt doesn’t mean that its okay to commit the crime,” Tim says with narrowed eyes.

“Never said it was, loser. I’m just saying that it’s not a 911.”

Tim glared at his older brother but didn’t say anything else.

“Sir, I have something to show you.”

Alfred’s interruption snaps not only Bruce but the rest of the boy’s attention.

Tim notices the sad look on Alfred’s face first, “What’s wrong, Alfred.”

“I’m afraid that young Mistress Wayne has been keeping a secret from all of us.”

Alfred walks forward toward the group pulling a stack of documents from his breast pocket and hands them to Bruce.

Bruce feels his throat tighten in guilt as he looks through them, “These are acceptance letters.”

“Yes, to various Ivy League Institutes, sir.”

“She didn’t even tell me she applied,” Bruce mumbles to himself. “Why would she throw these away?”

Jason pulls the limp letters from his father’s hand, “Harvard, huh, I guess those late-night trips to the library paid off.”

Dick’s eyebrows furrowed, “You’re the one who’s been sneaking her out at night?”

“Yeah, so? It’s not like she has anything to do here. Do any of you actually talk to her? And I mean make more than small talk.”

He doesn’t get a response.

“From what I hear, she wakes up alone, eats alone, goes to school alone, comes home alone, eats alone again and then when she’s out like a light there is no one here with her. I mean I don’t live here so that’s my excuse, but what is yours?” He spits accusingly.

Dick folds his arms across his chest but he diverts his gaze knowing he can’t say anything. As much time that he spends at the manor, its usually to babysit Damian and make sure that he doesn’t mess up then it is to spend time with his sister.

Tim doesn’t say anything either, he recognized that due to her intelligence the two of them would probably get along well. However, he’d never seen the need to interact with her. She wasn’t one of them, and since she was in school most of the day he barely saw her anyway.

Damian didn’t know how he felt. He knew that when he first came to live with his father he was slightly disappointed to find out that he was not the only biological heir that Bruce had. Yet his training and experience had pulled himself and Bruce close together very quickly, a bond that he noticed very early on that his sister did not have. Anytime he interacted with her, he realized that he lorded the relationship with his father over her, but he couldn’t help himself. A part of him felt satisfied when he tormented her. However, he also realized that he didn’t know much about his sister other than her first name.  If she hadn’t told him, would he have ever made the effort to actually find out?

Bruce regarded Jason with guilt in his eyes and he almost instantly understood why Jason was so close to her. He had felt abandoned the same way she had.

“It’s not something that happened on purpose, Jason,” Bruce starts. “I’m not ignoring her because I don’t care about her. She knows that she could have told me about this.”

“But she’s just a kid living in a house full of strangers that is supposed to be her family. If I was her I wouldn’t say shit about me getting accepted into these fancy schools either. Why would I think that any of you cared?”

December came and it was the time you were happiest. The snow in Gotham made the city nearly bearable and the end of the semester brought you an almost unbridled joy. For one thing, the holidays were your mothers favorite time of year and you were quite looking forward to the winter ball at your school. You weren’t particularly interested in the outdated courtship ritual, but there was a grand prize for whoever became snow queen. Your competitive nature made you want to win. Of course, you hacked the system to tally the votes in your favor, so the only thing left to do was to show up and claim your prize.

“You look beautiful, Miss.”

You whipped around and saw the faithful butler standing there waiting for you.  You find yourself blushing slightly at the compliment, swaying back and forth causing the large white ballroom skirt to sway with you.

“You don’t think it’s too much, do you Alfred?” You question fingering the diamond necklace nestled in the dip of the sweetheart neckline.

“It is very extravagant, miss, but imagine it is in the Wayne DNA not to do anything particularly subtly.”

You fight the smile that it brings your lips and move to grab the shawl that’s lying on your bed.

“Shall we be on our way, Alfred. I’d like to be home before it’s too late.”

Bruce is stunned when he sees is daughter come down the stairs to the foyer. Having just walked into the manor himself, he’s surprised to find her leaving.

“What’s the occasion?” He asks and the words feel strange coming out his mouth. Shouldn’t a father know where his daughter is going? Especially when she’s dressed like this.

“I have a trophy to pick up,” she says with a smirk on her lips, but it’s not meant for him. In fact, her gaze is looking past him, as if she’s thinking about something that brings her great satisfaction. “Damian didn’t tell you what tonight was?”

“No,” he says solemnly.

“I’m surprised,” she says with a raised eyebrow. “I thought the two of you were close. But I suppose Winter Ball isn’t something that would appeal to someone that young, it’s not like he could attend anyway.”

She walks past him, Alfred following closely behind her. He notes how ornate her gown is. A white princess type dress, with a pale gold trim. He’d even caught a glimpse of large diamond that was gleaming on her chest.

‘Where did she get that from?’

Perhaps winter break wasn’t as relaxing as you thought it would be. Given the fact that your brother is currently pointing a pistol at your head, you’re inclined to believe that things were going to get bad real fast. You aren’t sure how it turned out this way, one minute you’re alone in your bunker and the next he’s crashing through the door, waving his guns at you. It most likely that he followed you into the library this time, instead of driving away.

“What have you done, kid?” His voice is slight distorted through the red mask that sits on his face, but you know its Jason.

“Don’t sound so disappointed,” you say with a smirk as you cross your legs. Your hands grip on the edge of the desk that your sitting on in slight agitation at his presence. “It’s not like I kill people, I’m not you.”

It seems to irk the older man as he lets out a bit of a growl.

“How are you doing all of this?” He questions, using his other hand to motion to the facility around him. The sound of typing computers had been ringing in his ears since he found your workshop, underneath the library. The rows and rows of computers that line the rather large room seem to be generating the buzz. Half, simultaneously hacking in to banks across the world, the others masking your location as you complete the necessary transfers. However, you both are the only ones in the room, making him think that you are the one controlling the computers, the one that they have all been searching for months. However, since he’s been observing you, you haven’t physically touched any of the machines once.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” you say with a cock of your head.

Suddenly, Jason’s arm feels weak, like it’s fallen asleep after having been immobile for too long of a time. He watches as his hands drop his guns and his gaze catches yours as a smile crosses your face.

“You know, you’re the first person that I’ve actually tried this on,” you remark casually. “Usually it’s inanimate objects, big or small, it doesn’t matter, but I never thought I’d be able to control a person.”

Quickly, before you take total control of his body, Jason presses a button the side of his helmet that sends his visual recordings to the bat cave. The moment his fingers leave the button, his wrist snaps backward as you begin to break it with your mind.

“You shouldn’t have done that, Jason,” you say with a frown. “I’ll have to hurt them all now, you know that, right?”

There is a sigh of disinterest that leaves your chest as he feels a pressure on his neck begin to tighten and his vision begins to fade.

“Just be glad you are my favorite,” he hears your voice murmur as he falls to the ground passing out. “I’m not going to hurt you too badly.”

To say Bruce was stunned was a bit of an understatement. The feed from Jason’s camera hadn’t cut out and instead focused on the ceiling.  Bruce can hear his daughter’s small footsteps as she walks over to Jason’s unconscious body.

Her face comes into the screen and she still has the small smile on her face as she removes the helmet and lifts it to her face.

“I know you’re watching this, Father or will be watching this, whenever you figure out that Jason and I aren’t home. Don’t worry he’s not dead, just sleeping. You might want to come get him soon though, I’ve already rigged this place to blow three hours after I leave. So hopefully you see this in time.”

She begins to walk around the room and one by one the computers around her begin to explode. “I told you I’d be leaving soon, didn’t I? To be honest, this is a little ahead of schedule, but it doesn’t matter I already have everything I need.”

The camera pans to show her placing a small laptop in a briefcase and what looks to be a horde of fake passports and I.D.’s

“Don’t look for me, father, you won’t find me,” she croons through the speaker. “Jason only found me because he followed me. Know that I won’t let that happen again.”

The case closes and her footsteps begin again and as she walks out, the lights behind her begin to turn off.

“You should know I don’t hate you father, I don’t know you well enough to hate you. However, you shouldn’t be happy about that, because I’m rather indifferent toward you. Know that if any of you live or die it doesn’t matter to me. So, if you do choose to come after me, I won’t hesitate to end you, to end all of you.”

She drops the helmet, and all he can see is an image of her walking away, down a corridor.

“Goodbye, Father.” She calls over her shoulder and the screen goes black.

“You’ve watched that tape many times now, Master Bruce, have you found anything useful?” Alfred question as he prepares to serve the man some tea.

“No,” the older man says solemnly. It’d been almost a month since she disappeared and while there was indeed no trace of her, the robberies hadn’t stopped even though she had amassed a fortune that rivaled his own. “Only a glimpse of a few aliases, however none of them have been used. I think she showed me them on purpose.”

“Master Jason stopped by to search through her room again, he found nothing.”

“How did he look?”

“Like he has not slept since that day, sir. I know this must be hard for him, to lose her like this.”

“He blames himself, even though this is my fault. She’s doing this to spite me, I know it.”


“I never paid attention to her, so I never noticed what she was doing. Never noticed that the enemy that I’d been giving all of my attention to was the one person I didn’t have time for. Now, wherever she is I won’t be able to reach her, no matter how much I try.”

“She was always fond of poetry, sir.”

Bruce pauses, “I didn’t know that either.”

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Model Behavior

Summary: Jack is getting ready to do a photo shoot for Alicia’s friend.  Bitty comes along to keep him company, when Bitty suddenly becomes the model. Jack’s reaction to the photo is… interesting.  A quick little ficlet which takes place during Jack’s senior year.  Also on AO3

Jack hated photo shoots. Absolutely hated them, but Alicia had a favor called in and he found himself in a position of not being able to say no. And so, begrudgingly, Jack Zimmermann was on his way to Boston for a one-day shoot.

“Like an actual shoot shoot?” Bitty asked wide-eyed as he told him about it over some ginger peach pie the evening before.

“Yeah. It’s for some clothing line. They’re going to dress me up like a puppet and then I have to stand there, and smile like an idiot.”

“I dunno, it sounds so fun to me. I’d love to model!” Bitty said then sighed, “Alas, I am vertically challenged.”

“Euh… do you want to come with me?” Jack asked pushing his pie around the plate with his fork.

“Really? And like watch?!” Bitty practically bounced off his seat.

“I guess so, Bittle. Don’t make me take it back.”

“No! I’ll behave. I promise! It’s going to be so much fun.”


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How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days (Part 1)

Summary: (Modern AU) A player bets his co-workers he can make a woman fall in love with him in just 10 days. But he bets on the wrong girl – a writer with her own agenda.

Word Count: 1,826.

A/N: You’re probably thinking, “Sam, another movie series?!” Yup. I would probably apologize but nah fam. This is based off of “How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days.” Hope you enjoy!

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Haunting Me (Chap. 8)

Haunting Me: Y/N is a normal young adult living in New York, but little does she know that she’s a reincarnation of the long lost Bucky Barnes’ fiance from the 1940′s. What happens when she runs into Steve in 2012? Most importantly, what happens when she runs into The Winter Soldier?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x POC Reader

A/N: I’m sorry for the million year wait, guys! Hopefully the twist at the end makes up for it! I hope you guys like it! - D. 

Warnings: Violence. Kidnapping. Hostage situation. Angsty as heck. Memories of abuse. (If you’re uncomfortable with any of these, keep scrolling.)

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Bucky’s tired blue eyes focused on the small alarm clock on your nightstand, watching as the numbers slowly flickered on and off.

2:00 PM.

Looking back down at the smart phone in his hand, he felt his brows furrowing with worry. You had mentioned to him that your class would end somewhere around one fifteen, yet you were nowhere to be found. He recalled you explaining that sometimes you’d have to stay an extra five minutes to pack up your easel and set up your work to dry, but even now as he sat on your bed, he began to feel so damn uneasy.

She’s fine. He thought to himself as he stood from the bed and began pacing around your small apartment. Standing in your living room, he glanced back down at the phone in his hand, debating on whether to shoot you another text despite having done so already many times. It just wasn’t like you to not respond to him. He had text you earlier a few seconds after you had stepped outside, asking where the cereal was and you had responded almost instantly. But now, all he got was absence.

He tried watching some movies, specifically the ones you had on your bookshelf just for him. The one about the ogre and donkey nearly had him punching a hole through the screen and of course, the one featuring a dinosaur theme park had his anxiety levels through the roof. No matter how hard he tried to distract himself, that dreadful feeling was still there.

With a distressed sigh, Bucky rested his head against the back of the couch in your living room, staring at his reflection through the darkened television screen. He was probably overreacting reacting, he knew that, but still…something just felt off for some reason he couldn’t put his finger on. Maybe, just maybe, you were running late. It happens, hell, even Steve ran late during mission briefings. He looked down at the phone, feeling it buzzing rapidly in his hand. The sound alone nearly made him jump out of his skin, but as soon as his eyes focused on Steve’s name, he immediately pressed answer.


Buck!” Steve panted, his breaths coming out in short, ragged huffs. From what Bucky instantly recognized the background noise which heavily resembled the usual New York City rush. Typical Steve.

“Damn it, Steve,” Bucky groaned, sitting forward. “Did Tony kick you out of the tower again?”

As funny as it sounded, it was a regular occurrence. There had been plenty of times Steve had pressed all the wrong buttons when it came to Tony, resulting in the latter throwing Steve out of the tower for a couple of days. Bucky smirked as he remembered the way Tony shouted at Steve after he’d lost a very intense game of monopoly. Those two had the hots for each other, Bucky was sure of it. They just needed to get that sexual tension out.  

“Shmidt had a daughter and she- wait what? Oh, come on! That was two weeks ago!”

Immediately, Bucky’s eyes widened as he processed his friend’s words and he slowly stood from his spot on the couch. With slow, heavy steps, he made his way towards the balcony and gazed out into the city, his heart thumping wildly in his chest. “Steve,” he breathed, his voice shaking slightly. “What did you just say?”

“I said the game was mine fair and squa-”

“Steve!” Immediately the blond ceased his rambling, much to Bucky’s relief. This was urgent.

“Fury called an emergency meeting about two hours ago,” He explained. “Turns out Schmidt has a daughter.”

Bucky gripped the railing tightly, his metal fingers dug into the metallic bar as he desperately tried to calm himself down. Shmidt had a daughter. Flesh and blood with the same mentality as his, but no matter how many times the words rang through his mind, it just didn’t make the slightest bit of sense. What happened in Germany took place over seventy years ago. If he were to somehow have a child, she’d have to be over seventy years old by now. He highly doubted an old lady could cause much damage. But then again, they lived in a world where demi-gods and super soldiers existed, so anything was possible.

Slowly, he began to piece things together.

“A daughter,” Bucky spoke, feeling his chest tightening. Steve hummed in agreement. “Jesus Christ, he had a daughter.”

“Buck,” he replied. “Y/N hasn’t been answering her phone either. Has she called you?”

The sound of metal scraping against metal filled your ears, pulling you out of your slumber and forcing you into consciousness once again. Your eyes fluttered open, trying their best to adjust to the darkened room you were being held in. Your brain fought to register where on earth you were, but failed miserably as soon as you realized you weren’t in your apartment, or even in Stark Tower.

You were in some kind of building. 

At least that’s what you thought. The sound of water was everywhere, filling the entire area with the sound and by looking around at what little light you had, you were in a wide space. The only source of light was coming from above, where the many vents provided small openings for the sun. But the smell -Jesus- you’d have to drench yourself in soap when you got home. If you’d even make it home, that is.

You shivered, realizing that somehow, you had lost your jacket and currently had to face the autumn temperatures in just a plain shirt. You closed your eyes once again, mentally scolding yourself for not wearing layers like Bucky had suggested. You opened your eyes once again and peered up above, hoping to be met with at least one good sight today. But much to your dismay, you were met with the sight of your wrists cuffed to a pipe. Well that’s just peachy.

The sound of metal scraping against metal shook you from your thoughts, causing your heart to thump wildly in your chest as you tried to pinpoint it’s origin, but due to the constant echoing, you couldn’t figure it out for the life of you. 

“Well, well, well,” the soft, feminine voice rung through your ears, snapping your attention away from your wrists. “So you’re the famous Y/N Y/L/N?” 

You watched as the redheaded woman stepped out from the shadows, revealing her heavily scarred face, one that you couldn’t bring yourself to look away from no matter how much your brain screamed at you to. Deep gashes covered her forehead and cheeks, and god, her eyes are what you found most unsettling. Two crimson colored eyes stared back at you, full of something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. An odd mixture of playfulness and hatred, which you knew all to well may have been aimed at you. 

She placed one foot in front of the other, slowly making her way towards you before crouching down, inches away. You swallowed loudly, feeling your body tremble with anxiety. Who the fuck was this woman? And why was she after you? 

“Who are you?” You blurted, your eyes never leaving her crimson ones. The longer you stared, the more you felt yourself growing anxious. 

“Oh, come on, Y/N,” She cocked her head to the side, her thin, red lips curling into a mischievous grin. One that brought a wave of nausea down your body. “You don’t see the family resemblance?” 

You frowned, blinking up at her with a look of pure confusion. She looked like a complete psychopath, one that you highly doubted that you’ve seen before. She grinned wider, her large teeth lining together perfectly. 

“Uh oh, they didn’t tell you much about him, did they?” she asked. You blinked over at her dumbly, earning a small, nasally laugh from her. 

“My name is Sin,” She spoke, her eyes burning directly into yours as she stood, glaring down at you. “But you’ve probably heard of my father, Red Skull.”

Immediately, your mind was full of a million thoughts at once. Shmidt had a daughter. A very psychotic daughter that was prone to kidnapping random women off the street. You knew damn well who her father was and what he did, but you had no idea what it had to do with you. From what you understood, the bad blood was between her and Steve, not you. You let out a loud gulp before looking back into her eyes. 

“What do you want from me?” You expected the words to have some kind of tact, but with each word, your voice shook with fear. 

Sin let out a snarky laugh, one that you had no idea could come from a woman and it shook you to your core. 

“What I want is simple,” She replied.You furrowed your brows. Nothing was simple with this woman, you knew that for sure. She was a fucking mess.

 “I want them to suffer the loss of a loved one. I want you dead.

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” Bucky asked as he peered over Natasha’s shoulder as she typed rapidly onto the laptop. Nat rolled her eyes and ignored him, typing faster and keeping her eyes glued to the screen despite the older man’s constant fidgeting. 

“How long is this going to take you?” He asked, leaning in closer, a bit too close for her liking, yet her green eyes never left the screen. Bucky squinted at the small words and numbers, before looking at Nat once again. With a frustrated sigh, she slammed the laptop closed and stood from the couch before making her way into your bedroom. 

Bucky glanced over at Steve and Sam, who were both preoccupied going through the large stack of classified files they may or may not have stolen from SHIELD. It was risky, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Even if those measures ended up getting them all prison time. Bucky didn’t mind a few years behind bars, he just needed you home safe and he was willing to do whatever it took to get you back. 

“Will somebody please explain why we’re still here?” He snapped, running his hands through his hair. “Why aren’t we out there searching for Y/N? She could be in pain, or worse.

Sam let out a loud snort as he looked through the current file in his hand, not bothering to even look up from his work. Steve, however, gave his friend a pitiful look, one that Bucky had seen plenty of times when he voiced his concerns. God, Steve was such a dad sometimes. 

“We’re doing all we can, Buck, it’s gonna take some time.” Steve assured him. “We just need to find some kind of information on this so called Sin.” 

With a defeated sigh, Bucky made his way over to the couch and plopped down on the cushions. This is far from how he imagined this going. 

“You know,” Sam murmured under his breath. “You could get off your lazy ass and help, Tin Man.” 

Bucky’s head snapped in his direction, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. “You wanna run that by me again, Birdbrain?” He spat, standing up from the couch. Sam rolled his eyes and continued to stack file upon file onto the table. 

“I said,” He spoke louder, earning a frustrated sigh from Steve, who rubbed his temples with his fingers. “Instead of sitting on your ass and whining like a pre-teen girl, you could make yourself useful and look, too!”

Bucky gritted his teeth before rushing towards Sam, who stood from his seat quickly and crossed his arms over his chest. Before the prior could do any damage, Steve stepped between the two men and placed his hands on their shoulders, shaking them. 

“Now hold on a second-”


Immediately, the entire room fell silent and the three men turned around to face Nat as she quickly made her way towards the table, setting down the laptop with a triumphant smile. 

“There!” She placed her finger onto the screen. Everyone leaned in close, their eyes widening in surprise as they realized you were closer than they thought. In fact, you were no more than twenty minutes away. 

“No fucking way,” Sam whispered. 

“They’re at the Statue of Liberty?” Bucky questioned, looking over at Nat with a perplexed expression. One which she snorted at before shaking her head and muttering “men” under her breath. 

“No,” she informed. “They’re under it.” 

Your heart thumped wildly in your chest as you stared down at the pitch black abyss beneath you. This was it. This was your end. You were sure of it. It was at least a hundred foot drop onto nothing but pure concrete. Instant death. 

“My, my, my,” Sin cackled as she tugged on the rope, momentarily forcing your feet off the shoulder of Lady Liberty. “Is Ms. Y/L/N afraid of heights?” 

You let out a shriek as you were lifted into the air, wrapping your fingers around the rope that was tied tightly around your wrists. You ignored the burning sensation each time it dug into your skin, far too focused on the hundred foot drop to notice. 

Sin watched you struggle, smiling wickedly as you kicked your legs and screamed in horror, before releasing the rope just enough for your feet to touch the ground once again. So far, her mind games were taking a toll onto you. You knew she was crazy, but this? This was batshit crazy, far beyond anything you’d ever seen. 

You had no idea how she even got the rope up here in the first place. It hooked over one of the spikes on Lady Liberty’s crown, before dropping onto her shoulder. And the worst part, she planned to record the entire thing and send it to Bucky. Sweet revenge, as she called it. But to you, it was pure insanity. This woman was beyond fucked up. 

“You know, Y/N,” She began, her eyes taking in your panicked self with a sick fascination. “My mother always said that some girls have a movie star face. Kind of like Audrey Hepburn or Dorothy Dandridge,” 

You felt the tears pooling in your eyes as you stared over at her as she talked, silently begging this to be nothing more than a giant nightmare, for you to magically wake up in the comfort of your bed and the security of Bucky’s arms. 

“And you,” she affirmed, lifting the phone in her hand and aiming the camera directly at you. “You’re one of those girls!” With a tap of her finger, she pressed record, much to your horror. The last thing you wanted was for Bucky to witness your end, especially at the hands of one of his enemies. 

With a final, defeated sigh, you closed your eyes. 

You prayed that somehow, Bucky would be able to make it through this. You knew he was strong, far stronger than he knew he was, but if the worst case scenario played out and you didn’t make it through this, he’d be broken. You hoped with everything you had in you, that he would make it through this. 

Before you could think, the sound of wind whooshing past you caused your eyes to shoot open in confusion. 

“Ya know, lady.” A voice said from above you. “Tonight was my Aunt’s birthday dinner! I think you owe an apology to the both of us!” 

You followed the voice, your eyes peering above you. The sound you let out was somewhere between a cry of relief and a snort. Sin let out a snarl before tugging on the rope harshly, causing your feet to lift off the ground once again. 

“C’mon now, lady.” the mysterious man in red sighed as he cocked his head to the side. 

“I’ve got homework, too!”

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Five Times Chat Noir Failed at Flirting and One Time He Didn’t

Written for Day 13 of Marichat May. Sin comes from a Greek word that apparently also means missing the mark. So, this fic is Chat Noir missing the mark.

Thank you @agrestenoir for helping to come up with this idea.

Things had been a little awkward since the day Chat Noir and Ladybug learned each other’s identities. They still worked well together as a team, and they still saw each other every day, but something was different. Marinette was still friendly as ever, and Ladybug still joked around, but it wasn’t quite the same. She was all business during akuma attacks, and she hardly spoke to him after they detransformed. The more he considered it, the more he realized it all happened the day she found out he was Chat Noir.

The only way that made sense was if, for some reason, Marinette didn’t like him. Either Adrien him or Chat Noir him. Either option was confusing, given that she was always friendly to Chat Noir and Adrien alike, but it was the only thing that made sense.

Plus, it was something he could possibly correct if he tried hard enough. After all, they were partners and friends, which had to mean something.

So, when he saw her walking home alone late at night, he was only too happy to greet her.

“Hey, princess,” Chat Noir called down to Marinette. “Need a lift?”

She jumped and turned to look up at him. “Chat Noir? What are you doing out here?”

He dropped down beside her. “Well, I was just doing a little solo patrolling. What are you doing out so late?”

“I was just walking home from school. Alya and I were working on our history project together.” She frowned. “Why are you out patrolling alone? I could have joined you.”

“I… well…” He shrugged. “I was actually just getting some fresh air. You look like you could use an escort, though.”

She snorted. “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” He winked. “ It would be my purrleasure-”

She shook her head, her grip on her schoolbooks tightening. “You should head home, Adrien. We’ll be patrolling tomorrow anyway.”

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All that Jazz - Sirius Black x Reader (smut)

[Request: Hi could I request a Sirius imagine where reader and Sirius have an argument and like hanging out with the Marauders becomes awkward as the two make sarcastic remarks and stuff. But after a few days there’s too much tension and make up smut (quite rough) but the Marauders walk in and are like ‘well I guess you guys made up then’ xxx
Warnings: SMUT/ kink/ my English/not that great? Idk!
I don’t own the gifs/ Credits to their original owners. Also, thank you @ra-veela-claw  for the gentle push!
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You were struggling to study and remain calm at the same time because, in all honesty, all you wanted to do was flip the damn table over and burn your notes. It was soul sucking. Merlin knows how long you have been studying. You have been studying for hours upon hours. You weren’t that studious usually and you would prefer to be with your boyfriend but alas! N.E.W.T.S. 

“You’ve been studying all the day. And yesterday. And the day before. I missed you” Sirius said while he played with a strand of your hair affectionately
“I know, love. I just need to study for the exams. It’s not like I can fail” you said while you tucked the strand he was playing with behind your ear. He was pouting.
“Come on! Let’s do something fun! I feel abandoned” he murmured while he started pecking your neck. You let out a heavy breath. You can’t give up now. It’s only one more chapter after all!
“Cut it out Siri” you pulled away from his kisses. You wouldn’t be able to resist him any longer if he kept doing that.
“Jeez, woman!” he said mocking you. You really didn’t need that kind of attitude right now.
“Stop it! I need to study. You may not care about your future, but I do. So leave me the fuck alone!” you snapped at him. You weren’t really that mad but it came out that way. Truth is, you were bottling things up. Like how he didn’t care about the exams or anything, that is. He seemed to be so laid back and chilled out when you were studying your ass off and still- you hadn’t even finished one book.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he spat cruelly at you, causing your mind to shut down. With you? What was wrong with him?
“I am not the one who doesn’t give a flying fuck about anything. I want to do something with my life. I don’t want to waste it away because I was so stupid to throw every chance out of the window. I have goals and aspirations”. You were yelling at him by now. You just didn’t understand how someone could throw his life away to have fun. Fun. How fun will it be when he can’t even find a job?
“Screw this” he yelled at you, venom spreading through his words into your blood. He just stood up and left. And took all of the air with him. For a while, you felt numb and you tried to regain focus. Nothing seemed to work and soon tears were streaming down your face, sobs echoing around you, silent at first, deafening after a while.
You grabbed the books and threw them at the wall while ripping your notes apart and creating a chaos.  
Lily marched in. Your legs gave away and you crashed the floor.

Dinner was… Heartbreaking. You were sitting alongside the girls. They were talking about the next Hogsmeade trip and how beneficial a day off would be. You wouldn’t dare to look up because he was sitting there with his friends, laughing and girls were right beside him. Too many girls. Not you. You were mad and sad and mad. You literally wanted to scream at them that he was yours… but was he? The only thing you wanted to do after the argument was to apologize to him because you just didn’t mean it. You didn’t want to yell at him. He wasn’t the problem. The exam thing was just too overwhelming and you… Oh, great you thought to yourself. Here they come. They sat right across you. You had to keep your posture.
“Lily-pad! How is it you look so ravishing every day?” James flirted. Lily just rolled her eyes and offered him a forced smile.
“We are already dating James” she simply stated. Yeah, like that would do it. The guy never stopped flirting with her.
“At least she isn’t screwing you over studying”. He didn’t. Your mouth agape. Fine, two can play this game.
“I’m not listening, but keep talking. I enjoy the way your voice makes my ears bleed” you said sarcastically, making eye contact with him for the first time. He raised an eyebrow.
“I’d agree with you but then we’d both be wrong” he returned. You felt like punching him straight in the face.
“Are you always this retarded or are you making a special effort today?”. Who would have guessed that you could go this cocky?
“If it looks like I give a damn, please tell me. I don’t want to give off the wrong impression” he continued. You rose from your seat. You wanted to scream and punch and kick the hell out of him.
“I’d insult you, but the sad truth is that you wouldn’t understand and if I tried to explain it to you, your brain might implode from information overload” you spat at him. You were glaring daggers at each other. Every student was staring at you two. Your friends were trying to distract you from each other but every attempt failed.
“Why are you here?” he growled. You faked an innocent smile and batted your eyelashes.
“Wow, you sound better with your mouth closed” you answered too sweetly. You walked away from your friends and made your way towards the exit. What you couldn’t realize though was that even though you were furious at him, you actually found him so damn hot.

The same scene was playing on repeat. Every time you two were in the same room, doing as much as breathing the same air, the world would stop spinning and sarcastic, mean even, remarks would be exchanged. Your friends tried to reason both of you but nothing could change the fact that he was an ass to you and that you were an ass to him.
You were currently about to enter their room because Lily made you the messenger. She wanted you to tell James to meet her in the Astronomy Tower. You were fuming at your friend but you did owe her that much.
When you did enter the room, however, James wasn’t there. In fact, no one was there but the very person you wanted to slap. He was shirtless. That was a sight that never failed to make you blush. He was gorgeous and he knew it.
“You’re not that lucky and I’m not that desperate!” he exclaimed. But you’ve had enough. More than enough.
“Yes. Yes, you are” you whispered, your voice stripped from any sarcasm. It was the truth. It had been one week and two days since this crazy thing had begun. You haven’t touched each other for what seemed like, forever. You’d lie if you said that you didn’t miss his hands on your body, his lips on your face.
You took a few steps closer. You could feel the heat that his body radiated.
“And Merlin knows, I am” you breathed out, inches away. Your hot breath fell on his lips, sending shivers down his spine.

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The Summer Fling (Chapter One) - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “Boardy Barn”

Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader/OFC

Author’s Note: You guys thought I was joking about writing something about me hating that Dylan smokes… never think that I am kidding (except, always assume that I am kidding…). This will be a short series. I’m imposing a limit on myself. Whatever. Don’t read it. It’s dumb. This will likely be the only Dylan shit I ever write. Okay byeeee.

Chapter One - Chapter Two 

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“You okay, Dyl?”

“This is a lot of drunk people… this is just a lot of people in general, and I feel like some people have recognized me, an-“

“Dyl.. you wanted to come with me.”

“Well, I didn’t want to just sit at the house all day.”

“You’re going to be fine. You have sunglasses and a hat and some of this crap.” Julia rubbed her fingers against the stubble on his face in an aggressive, teasing sisterly way. “No one’s going to recognize you, why don’t we get you a drink so you can chill out.”

Dylan rolled his eyes, regardless of the fact that he knew his sister would not be able to see it behind his jet black Ray Ban sunglasses. He sighed and followed her through the throngs of sweaty and beer-soaked bodies towards the bar. He sidled up next to her and pressed his elbows against the bar.

That’s cool.” He said sarcastically, pursing his lips, as he removed his elbows from the beer-soaked counter, and peeled a sticky bottle cap off of his skin. His head whipped around when he heard someone say his older sister’s name excitedly.

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Pairing: single uncle!harry x reader

Warnings: mention of death

Words: 1578

Summary: Harry’s niece befriends her first grade teacher and Harry seems to become fond of her. 

A/N: maybe part 2? 

Harry had no family; no brothers, he no longer had a sister and his parents didn’t want anything to do with him and his 8 year old niece. Just because his sister accidentally got pregnant at 16, Daisy was his sister’s daughter, she was a good girl and Harry wanted to be sure to protect her from the evil of the world. He wanted to protect her, because he wasn’t able to protect his own sister from her own mind.

Daisy was the best thing that could ever happen to Harry; although he wasn’t expecting to be given a child that wasn’t his at the age of 19. The life of partying and being a player was slowly diminishing for him. 

Harry didn’t have much money, but he had enough to put a roof over them, food on the table, and clothes on her back. He tried to give her everything she wanted but Daisy could see his struggle, even when he never mentioned it to her.

It was Daisy’s first day of first grade tomorrow, and Harry was as nervous as can be. He worried she wouldn’t have enough money for lunch or be alone at the playground. Daisy was used to moving because Harry never had a steady job, “one day I’m going to get us a big house. It’s going to be the size of a castle.” He stretched his arms out for the 6 year old. “We’ll be living like King and princess one day, baby girl,” Harry always promised her this when she asked for something that wouldn’t fit into their 1 bedroom apartment

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A Little Party Never Killed Nobody (Peter Parker x Reader) (Spider-Man x Reader)


You walked down the halls of the school with your friends. It had been a summer since you had talked to Peter and Ned. Some girls had recruited you to become a part of their friend group. They wanted to help you out with confidence and just help guide you in high school. 

The girls taught you had to use makeup properly and helped you choose some clothes that accentuated your personal style and help hug your body better. 

It all began months ago when you had a crush on Peter, yet he was always gawking over Liz in the hallways. You knew he had a crush on her and watched as he watched her walk down the hallways. Something had happened with her family, and she ended up moving to Oregon. 

You had thought about telling Peter about your feelings but you watched as Peter and Ned became closer with their secrets and you began to bud out more of their secret hangouts. 

Flashback to today, the girls helped you pick out a nice denim skirt to couple your outfit. They taught you makeup that could enhance your beauty. They were all jealous of how pretty you were without makeup, after all. 

You traded in your wide lenses for a pair of contacts which helped with your sight much more than foggy glasses ever did. 

As you began to walk down the hallway, you sent a smile at Peter’s way and watched his cheeks burn a red color before he turned to Ned with wide eyes. 

“Dude what the hell happened to Y/N? She was pretty before but it’s like she’s changed she’s more.. confident.” Peter stuttered to Ned as he dreamily watched you walk by. 

“You guys are losers, you know,” Michelle piped up to the two boys gazing at you. 

Peter’s eyes watched your every step as you walked through the hallway, a wider smile on your face. He noticed as you opened your locker and squinted his eyes as he noticed a familiar blue and red logo painted on a small notecard in your locker. 

You had always crushed on the dreamy Spider boy in your city. The way he saved everyone.. it wasn’t hard to fall. 

“Well that’s how I’ll get her!” Peter grinned at Ned with an idea in mind. 


Tonight was the annual back to school party at your house. The girls freaked out earlier after they soon realized Liz used to be the house to provide party festivities but you soon stepped forward, hoping to lock in your new friend group with this task. 

As you smiled at two jocks lugging in a medium sized keg, you turned on your heel and repeatedly opened the door for the next twenty minutes as students swarmed in your house. 

As sigh escaped your lips as you longed at the door, hoping for Peter to walk through it, but you knew Peter would never. It wasn’t his scene. 

Your head turned quickly as you noticed a familiar face walk through the door. You couldn’t help but run over to the old friend curiously, wondering why he was attending a high school party. 

“Ned, hey! What are you doing here? You guys don’t usually come to parties, I mean I’m happy you’re here but also where’s Peter? Is he coming? Actually I don’t care forget I said tha-” you rambled on before Ned rolled his eyes and held up a hand for you to stop. 

“You may have changed Y/N but your personality is the same,” Ned chuckled before checking his watch multiple times as if he was expecting something to happen. 

A loud knock sounded at the door as you cautiously walked towards it seconds later. You peeped through the eyehole of the door and noticed no one anywhere to be seen. As you peeled the door open and stepped outside, a round of gasps were heard in the living room, you quickly shut the door and ran into the living room. 

In your living room stood Spider-Man, balancing himself with one foot on the top of your fire place. You staggered backwards, appalled by the surprise guest and placed a hand over your mouth. 

Before you could step forward to talk to him, the lights had shut off and everyone began to scream, you dizzily stepped to the side, gripping the wall closest to you. You stepped towards the back patio quickly, noticing the little bit of light dimmed outside. 

As soon as you stepped outside, you felt two strong arms grip around your waist and pull you to the roof of your house. 

Seconds later, a round of applause was heard downstairs as the lights had switched back on. 

“Okay Peter here’s your chance,” Ned spoke into the headset as he clicked on his keyboard in your guest bathroom. He had successfully provided a distraction for the party as the lights came back on. 

“Thanks man,” Peter spoke as he held a finger to his ear piece, before looking to your shocked expression. 

You staggered back, walking around the roof, and noticed the high stature before dizzily placing a hand on a brick stature located on the roof. 

Peter took the opportunity and reached up to the cable wiring hovering the house and stuck his web to it before hanging upside down. He cleared his throat softly, attempting to grab your attention. 

You turned around seconds later, catching Peter’s eye and stepped towards him, lips parted in surprise. 

“Why did you-” before you could finish the sentence, Peter shot out a web at you and jerked it in a sideways motion, making you spin in his direction. 

Peter grabbed your hips carefully, steadying your failing balance as he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. 

“Ive seen you..” Peter cleared his throat seeking some other sentence, “uh, around the city and I think you’re beautiful,” he rambled in a speedy tone. 

Spider-Man’s quick yet adorable attempt at flirting caused you to step closer, you ran your hands over the web-like ridges of his suit. You noticed the wear and tear on the suit and pressed gently against the surface of the material, feeling the pressure of his muscles. 

“Aren’t you dreamy?” you mumbled, eyes flicking to the white eye holes of Peter’s mask. 

You reached up and began to roll down the mask of the dreamy hero, biting down on your bottom lip to contain your wide grin. 

As you stepped forward, you pressed your lips to his and heard as Spider-Man let out a small groan of pleasure back before reciprocating the kiss. 

A loud bang was heard miles away, a blue explosion seen in the distance. You watched as Spider-Man crawled down from his web-like hold of the cable and rolled back down his mask. His shock expression still visible as he stumbled a few steps away from you before directing his attention to the explosion. 

He turned to look at you before picking you up bridal style and jumping back down the first level of the house. He attempted to speak a few times but stuttered too much for you to understand. 

Before he left he pulled up his mask barely before pressing one last kiss to your lips and pulling the mask back down. You watched as the dreamy boy fell over his feet once before jumping effortlessly over a ten foot fence, shooting his webs at the endless light lamps down the street. 

“Oh I’m in trouble,” you mumbled, feeling the heat of your cheeks as they turned pink. 

Diabolik lovers [Kino‘s CD drama: para selene] ~translation|traducción~

Summary: The heroine loses her memories, and the boy tries to bring them back. 
Por cierto, eso que tiene Kino en su boca se llama Kompeitou, en realidad son dulces xD A qué son extraños, verdad?

Track 1: Daily routine - Rutina diaría. 
Track 2: At the other side of the Eclipse - Al otro lado del Eclipse.
Track 3: Pain and memories - El dolor y los recuerdos.
Track 4: No matter how many times - No imports cuantas veces.
Track 5: The meaning of “love” - El significado del amor.

TRACK 1: Daily routine

*videogame sounds*

Kino: Yeah! With this *he presses the buttons harder*
Kino: Yeeey~! I win, too bad for you.

*Music changes*

Kino: Ehhh? What does that mean? Were you letting me play with the intention of losing at the end?
Kino: Mmm, if you were thinking to lose from the very beginning, then I won without winning. That’s boring for me.
Kino: I don´t need a whole speech if you are going to apologise. Ahh, something like going easy in a game against me.
Kino: Hm, it can’t be helped *he comes close*
Kino: Heheh, “What’s wrong?” you say… We are going to play a punishment game, isn’t it obvious?
Kino: That’s right, you lost against me. Mm, that’s why~ what kind of punishment should I give you~?
Kino: Which one would you like? As I thought, would you like that I suck your blood?

*She answers*

Kino: Even if you say that you don’t want any… I can’t leave it just like this.
Kino: *In her ear* Because… this is funny for me… fufu.
Kino: *He gets away from her ear* Even you like things that feel good, don’t you? You like me because I make you feel good with my fangs, right?
Kino: So there is no problem. That’s why… *He pushes her down*
Kino: Fufu, is good to look at you from above, we’ll start the punishment like this.
Kino: To begin with… *Kisses* What a good expression you make. At this rate I feel like piercing you with my fangs.
Kino: Could it be that you thought that I was going to suck your blood? If I did, then it wouldn’t be a punishment, would it?
Kino: If I didn’t do things you dislike, then it wouldn’t be a punishment.
Kino: That’s why I’ll do this… I’ll touch veeery lightly your skin with my lips… *kisses*

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Little Red and the Big Bad Wolf

Modern AU

Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Author(s): Lil Laddie

Words: 1544

Warnings: Swearing, implied smut, kissing

A/N: Happy Halloween! I hope you all have enjoyed Spoopy Week! There may be one or two more Halloween imagines up today, but still it is sadly the end of Spoopy Week! Love you all!

“My Halloween party is going to be great! You coming, (Y/N)?” Alex asked, his face covered with a wide grin.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world! Who’s going?” You asked, smiling just as brightly as he was.

“I invited pretty much everyone we know.” Alex said.

“Even Eliza?” You asked, wiggling your eyebrows.

“Oh, shut up!” Alex yelled, his face turning a bright red.

“Don’t be embarrassed, you two are cute together.” You said, causing Alex’s face to grow an even brighter red.

“Stop!” Alex covered his face with his hands.

“Hey, Hamilton!” You stopped your teasing to see Jefferson approaching the two of you.

“What do you want, Jefferson?” Alex growled, glaring at the puffy haired man.

“Just wanted to ask you something about your Halloween party tonight. Is it a costume party?” He asked, shifting his eyes every so often to look at you.

“Yes, it is and you better be wearing a good costume.” Alex said, rolling his eyes. “What a stupid question. Why wouldn’t a Halloween party be a costume party?”

“Wait! You invited Jefferson?” You asked in horror.

“I said that I invited everyone we knew.” Alex shrugged.

“I didn’t think that included him!” You exclaimed, pointing at Jefferson.

“I’m still standing here.” Jefferson said, watching in distaste at the exchange between you and Alexander.

“I noticed.” You rolled your eyes.

“Chill, (Y/N). I invited him to show him that I throw the best parties and that he could never out do me.” Alex smirked at Jefferson.

“I never throw parties.” Jefferson said, raising an eyebrow at Alex.

“Exactly.” Alex nodded his head, looking very proud of himself.

“Don’t you have a meeting right now?” You asked Alex, looking down at your watch.

“Damn it! Thank for reminding me. See you tonight!” Alex called over his shoulder, beginning to sprint down the street.

“So, what are you dressing up as tonight?” Jefferson asked, his eyes still on Alex’s retreating figure.

“Why do you want to know?” You asked, ready to defend yourself.

“Just curious.” He shrugged, turning to face you.

“I’m not sure yet, I’m not as lucky as you.” You said, watching Jefferson’s face contort in confusion.

“What do you mean?” He asked, his head tilting slightly.

“You don’t need to buy a costume. Your horrible personality is terrifying enough.” You shook your head sadly.

“Wow, (Y/N). That was low.” Jefferson glared at you.

“Yeah, I know. See you tonight, Jefferson.” You turned and began walking away. Jefferson’s eyes not straying from your back until you turned a corner.


You arrived at Alex’s house when the party was already in full swing. You were only a half hour late, yet it looked as if everybody had already arrived. You smiled at those you knew, as you pushed your way through the house.

“(Y/N)!” You heard a girl scream from across the living room.

“Eliza!” You squealed, racing into the girls open arms. “You look adorable.”

You grinned at Eliza’s costume. She was dressed as Sandy Dee from Grease and from where you were standing, it looked like Alex had dressed up as Danny Zuko.

“Oh, thank you! I didn’t think Alex would actually be okay with dressing up as Danny Zuko.” She blushed, glancing over at Alex. “But, I love your costume! You’re actually matching someone that already came.”

“I am?” You looked down at your costume. “Someone dressed up as an old lady?”

You were dressed as Little Red Riding Hood. You couldn’t think of a single costume that would match this. An old lady? A lumberjack?

“No silly, he’s dressed as the Big Bad Wolf.” She grinned, winking at you. “Maybe the two of you could hook up tonight.”

“Hm, maybe. That does sound a bit kinky though.” You smirked, winking back at her.

“Oh my God, speaking of the devil. Good luck.” She hugged you again, quickly walking to Alexander’s side.

“Looks like we’re matching.” You turned, your face inches apart from the man dressed as the wolf.

“It would seem so.” You said, studying the man in front of you. He seemed distinctly familiar, but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

“Would it be rude of me to hope you didn’t bring a date to this party?” He asked, smiling at you.

“Why would you not want me to bring a date?” You laughed, raising a brow at the strange question.

“Because I was hoping that I could spend the majority of the night with you.” He laughed with you.

“I would enjoy that very much. Want to go get a drink with me?” You motioned to the kitchen.

“It would be my pleasure.” He held out an arm for you to loop yours through.

The two of you got shot after shot. You never ran out of things to talk about, and agreed on many topics. That didn’t mean that you disagreed on some things, but even then he was able to be very respectful of your opinion and try to see it from your perspective.

Talking to him seemed like one of the easiest things you’ve ever done. As the night was drawing to a close, you grew sad. You didn’t know if you would ever see him again. You hadn’t even learned his name yet!

“I like you a lot, wolfy.” You smiled, leaning slightly on him.

“I like you too, red.” He kissed the top of your head lightly.

“I’ve honestly never felt like this with someone before. Is that weird of me to say?” You looked up at him, slightly nervous to hear his response.

“Not at all, I feel the exact same way. I’ve never been able to connect with someone this easily.” He intertwined his fingers with yours.

“I don’t want this night to end.” You sighed, watching people say their goodbyes.

“It doesn’t have to end. Would you like to come home with the Big Bad Wolf?” He smirked.

“I would love too.” You smirked back at him, the two of you walking hand in hand past a very shocked Alexander. “What’s his deal?”

“I have no idea.” You could see Eliza having to hold back Alexander from running straight at you. The look of horror on his face was unforgettable.


You slowly woke up, the sun blinding your eyes. The sun never shined in your room like this. You shifted slightly in the bed, the sheets feeling softer than normal. You shrugged it off, nuzzling your face deeper into the pillow, only to feel it vibrate with a laugh.

“Well, good morning to you too.” A deep voice rumbled in your ear.

You shot up in shock, looking around at your surroundings. This was most definitely not your room. You heard another chuckle from behind you. You slowly turned around, to be face to face with Jefferson.

“Jefferson?” You asked, your eyes widening.

“Hi.” He smiled at you. The surprising thing was, it was a genuine smile, not one of his smug smirks.

“How did we end up here?” You asked, fidgeting with your untamed hair. Unconsciously trying to get out the knots.

“You wanted to go home with me. Will you stop messing with your hair? Trust me you look beautiful.” He reached out and grabbed your hands gently.

“You’re the wolf?” You looked down at how easily the two of your hands had intertwined so easily.

“I thought you knew that…” Thomas started to trail off, you could see pain flash through his eyes.

“Um, no. Did you know it was me?” You asked, beginning to slowly play with his fingers.

“Yeah, I knew it was you when I came and approached you.” He watched with a small smile as you played with his hands.

“So we…” You trailed off, beginning to stare at his shirtless chest.

You don’t know how you hadn’t noticed that before. To say the least, it was very distracting.

“Yup…” He stared at you sadly. “I’m sorry to have put you in this position, (Y/N). I just assumed that you knew it was me and I hoped…”

“You hoped what?” You asked, looking at the bed. It was too hard to look him in the eyes.

“I hoped that you liked me as much as I liked you.” He sighed, slowly peeling his hands away from yours.

“What if I did like you back?” You asked, slowly bringing your eyes to meet his.

“What did you say?” He asked, perking up slowly.

“If I liked you back, what would we do? Cause my best friend hates you. Not to mention, that we constantly argue. I’m not sure if this would even work out, but what if I did like you?” Thomas slowly inched towards you, his face becoming inches from yours.

“Then I say, what the hell? I like you, you like me. This may not be love, but if it is, isn’t it said that it’s able to defy anything?” You could feel his warm breath on your face as he spoke.

“Then, I like you. I like you a lot, Thomas.” You smiled, shifting your eyes from his, to his lips.

“Good, because I’ve liked you for way too long now.” He grinned, slowly closing the distance between you.

Seventeen - slightly aged up!Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 3649
Pairing: slightly aged up!Peter Parker x Reader
Featuring: May Parker, Pepper Potts, Happy Hogan, Ned Leeds, Flash Thompson, mentions of Tony Stark
Warnings: talk of death, dead character, sadness, crying, yelling, relationship fighting
Summary: Based on the song “Seventeen” from the musical Heathers, Peter Parker and (Y/N) being 17 years old and in their senior year, things have changed drastically since Peter first met Tony. Thanos has invaded and left his mark on the world, taking Tony Stark with him in his demise. For the last year, Peter has helped Pepper run Stark Industries to carry on the Stark legacy, and it is affecting Peter. You talk some sense into him, only to have someone point out a very specific theory about Peter Parker and the guy running around in a red and blue leotard.
Authors Note: i love this. so much. this song, this plot. there is so much angst but fluff at the same time?? but alas tony is dead and it makes me sad just to think about. ITS INTENSE.

Peter Parker / Based Off Musicals / Full Masterlists


“Where are you?” You asked into the phone as you sat in the Parker household, watching May try not to worry.

“Just finishing up some things,” Peter replied.

You rolled your eyes. “May was so worried, Peter! You missed all her calls, you really need to start paying more attention to that. She was so worried she called me thinking you were with me,” You sighed. “We need you to come back right now.”

“I can’t. I’m in the middle of some really important work that Pepper needed help on and I told her-”

“I don’t care,” You interrupted. “You’re seventeen, Peter, you’re taking on a job that was made for someone far older. You are still in school, I know you’re a genius but you seriously need to prioritize things. You are still a kid, I’m still a kid, you can’t worry May like this!” You shouted. “You need to come home, do your homework, and get a good night’s sleep.”

Peter huffed. “I’ll save things and leave in five minutes,” He said. “I love you.”

“I love you too. We’ll be at your apartment,” You said, and hung up.

May looked like she was going to cry. Ever since she found out about Peter being Spider-Man, she was both more and less worried about him. She trusted that he knew what he was doing, but that never stopped her from being scared. “Thank you, (Y/N),” May said. “You said all the things I was going to tell him.”

“I worry about him, too,” You reminded her. “He took on Tony Stark’s job. I know he’s been working it for a year, but he’s still so young. I can’t imagine having to work like he does,” You told her.

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Cowboys and Angels

Credit to the late George Michael for the title.

“Are you serious.”
You blinked slowly, eyes looking up at the fluorescent lights. You had once again been thrown to the ground by your Commander, Reyes. A tan hand came into your vision and you gladly grabbed it, hoisting yourself up.
“Come on, Y/N. Look where I’m trying to attack. From what I’ve taught you you’ll then be able to defend.”
You readied your stance, one foot slightly forward, knees bent, arms in position.
“If I swing.. here-”
Your left arm moved to block the hit, a satisfying thud echoed.
“And if I swing here..”
Immediately you span your body round, dodging the next blow.
“Good.” Gabriel turned his side to you and stepped forwards, circling.
You followed him, stance still in it’s prime position and waiting for the next strike.
He span, body lowering and foot extended-
Those bloody fluorescent lights and the hard wooden floor and you were just sick of it.
“I’m done.” You stated, exasperated.
“We’re not done until I say we’re done, cariño.” He smirked.
You refused to move. Still lying on the ground, you crossed your arms and closed your eyes. A gentle nudge in your ribs made you turn on your side, curling up into yourself. Gabriel let out a deep sigh.
“Okay. Fine. We’re done.”
“Thank God.”


After your training session you had headed back to your room for a well needed shower. Not even through the door and you stripped off your fitted black Overwatch training vest, throwing it onto the floor. One by one you removed your trainers, socks, leggings and then sports bra before hopping into the shower and turning it up to a high heat. Steam and water poured over you, fingers running through your hair and just savouring the moment. You massaged shampoo into your locks, rinsing off dirt and grime of a hard days training. A dollop of conditioner massaged into the ends of your hair and you were ready to lather up your loofah and scrub yourself clean. A deep scrub all over your body, and you washed the rest of the conditioner out of your hair. Turning the shower off, you stepped out and grabbed the fluffy towels off of the radiator. One wrapped around your body and one wrapped around your hair. Trudging through to your bedroom, you flung yourself onto the bed and let out a sigh that you had been holding in.

After the last mission, Gabriel had decided it would be for the best for you to train in hand to hand combat, and for you to also move into the Watchpoint, as other agents had their own spaces there too. Saftey concerns were raised, and the contract for apartment was immediately cancelled, with bribing the landlord with a hefty sum of cash. Your room was slightly smaller than the apartment, however you enjoyed being closer to everyone. It felt safer. No more late nights walking down the streets of Gibralter.

You managed to squeeze out most of the excess water from your hair before chucking the towels on the floor and throwing on a pair of underwear and a loose top. Climbing under the covers, you rubbed your eyes and sumbitted to the darkness that was blissful sleep.


A rapid knocking on the door suddenly brought you out of your slumber.
More knocking. You threw the covers off of and stumbled to the door, glancing at your watch. Opening the door, you saw a panic-stricken McCree.
“What? I er- Jesse. It’s half three in the morning what do you wa-”
He barged past you, covering your mouth with his hand and slammed the door closed, then wrapping his robotic arm around your waist.
“Shh. Just.. shhh.”
If you were more awake you would have tried to break free, but only being woken not even a minute ago you succumbed to Jesse’s hold.
Heavy footsteps bounded down the hallway.
“Where the fuck did he go? He came down here.”
“Jesus, I mean, he could be anywhere.”
“Still on the Watchpoint though.”
A grunt from the second person and the footsteps led away from your room. You nudged Jesse in the ribs and he let go of you, taking a step back. You span around with an accusing finger pointing at him.
“Jesse bloody McCree you better explain to me right now-”
“Hey, (Y/N), don’t make me gag ya’ again.”
You stopped talking, standing still and blushing oh so slightly.
“Heh, yep. That’s what I thought.”
He raised an eyebrow, glancing down slightly and smirked. Realisation hit and you crossed your arms over your thin shirt.
“It’s cold.” You snapped.
Of course it is.” He held his hands up in a mock surrender, chuckling. “Look, I don’t got a lotta time, but thanks for lettin’ me hide ‘n here, sweetpea.”
Your brows furrowed, cheeks warming at the nickname.
“Are you going to tell me what this is about?”
“Na, darlin’. Let’s just say some'o the other guys in Blackwatch ain’t too happy with me.”
“Oh. Is there anything I can do..?” You suggested meekly.
Jesse raised his eyebrow again, tongue darting out to wet his lips.
“No. Jesse, no.” You pursed your lips. “That isn’t what I meant at all. I meant help with-”
“With what, doll?
“Nevermind. You obviously only seem to have one thing on your mind at the moment.”
Jesse smirked at your comment. “Well, sugar, when all you’re wearin’ is panties and a t-shirt, y'all ain’t leavin’ much to the imagination.”
Your mouth dropped slightly, cheeks blushing a deep red. You took in a deep breath.
“Jesse. Please. It’s too early. Go back to your room.”
Jesse chuckled, put two fingers up to his forehead in a mock salute and headed towards the door.
“Yes, ma'am.”
He opened the door and checked both ways down the hallway before turning his head to the side, looking over his shoulder. “Y'know, doll, I may have some competition.” He grabbed the handle and closed the door, leaving you in the middle of your room, barely dressed and barely able to comprehend what he just said.
“Sleep. That’s all I need.” You furrowed your brow and rubbed both of your eyes with your hands, taking small steps towards your bed.


“Sir. Really?”
Your arms are crossed and your left hip jutted out, your stance screaming attitide.
Gabriel chuckled. “What? Do you not like him?”
“I- no. It’s not that.”
Gabriel cocked his head and raised his eyebrow. “Oh, gatita, did he get to you?“
“He barged into my room at stupid o'clock in the morning and practically straight up said he wanted to- you know..”
“Ahah. Sí. I know.”
“So.. Why me?”
“I thought you could put up with his charms.”
I can.”
“Then there shouldn’t be a problem.”
You huffed. You clearly weren’t going to get your way, and Gabriel had assigned you to a mission with Jesse McCree.


Along with advanced combat and weapon training, you had also been teaching a new girl about your ‘old’ job. As Gabriel had unofficially recruited you into Blackwatch, with the permission of Morrison, you had reluctantly decided that it would be best to pass on your role to someone who could tackle it full time. It was difficult, as you loved your job, but you couldn’t pass the opportunity to progress even higher into Overwatch. You had to teach the newbie all that you could before you were sent out on your mission with McCree.
“You need to negotiate settlement terms, such as an ongoing discount with them or a discount if we pay early. Be creative; try and get some free shurikens thrown in if you can.”
The girl nodded, furiously taking notes on her holopad. It wasn’t often you had to deal with a new supplier, as in this business trade was loyal. However, one company may go down every now and then and you need to do research on finding a suitable replacement.

You looked over the girls notes, deeming them acceptable enough to make enough sense should she need to refer back.
“You’ve done well today. Go home, get some rest as we get onto actual buying tomorrow.”
She nodded, thanking you and packing up her belongings. You waited for her to leave the office before powering down the holopads and stretching. It’s been a long day.
Quickly tidying the desk to make it look presentable, you decided to head out towards the break room to grab a bottle of water. Pushing the door open, you looked around. You were slightly surprised that no one was in here, even considering how late it was. Usually people were milling around for late night snacks or socialising. One foot in the door and something cold touched the back of your neck. You instinctively raised both your hands, heart pounding.
Reach for the sky.
You immediately dropped your hands.
“For fuck sake, McCree. Can you not?”
You carried on walking over to the vending machine to grab a bottle.
“I have enough on my fucking plate as it is, I don’t need to be threat-”
“(Y/N). Stop. Was just a joke.”
“Yeah, well, it was one of your funnier ones.”
“Darlin’, that was cold.”
You turned around to face him, water bottle in hand. He was standing there with his stupid cowboy hat in his hands, eyes wide. You actually felt a bit of remorse.
“Sorry.. Jesse..”
“No, doll, it was my bad. I know you been jugglin’ things and I shouldn’t'a done that. I guess I’ll jus’.. Walk away..” Smiling slightly.
Don’t let his sarcasm get to you.
You pointedly stop and stare at him with a bored look on your face. He raises an eyebrow, the corners of his lips turning up slightly showing his teeth.
“I can’t work with you if you’re going to act like that.”
“Like what, sweetpea?” Amusement laced his southern drawl.
“Like, this.” You gestured generally in his direction, clearly exasperated.
He was still smirking, but his eyebrow raised in slight confusion.
“You don’t like me?”
“No. Yes. I don’t-”
McCree chuckled. “Y'ain’t the first to get flustered around me, doll.”
“I’m not flustered.”
“What’s with the red cheeks then?”
You blinked and took in a deep breath. “This is supposed to be a strictly professional relationship and you go around barging into my room at stupid o'clock in the morning and then getting a laugh out of making me nearly shit myself.”
“Am I not allowed to have a lil’ fun?”
“Yes, but-”
“But what?”
People need to stop interrupting you, you thought. A small, impatient growl released from your throat and you went to storm past him. It seems he didn’t want you to, a tanned muscular arm blocking your path.
McCree let out another deep chuckle.
“Nope. Y'all ain’t goin’ anywhere ‘til you tell me.”
You glanced down to your water bottle in your right hand. Thinking quick, you raised it above your head as though ready to strike him-
He was faster. Jesse caught your wrist with his robotic hand, you dropping your bottle in surprise. He then crouched slightly, catching you off guard and all of a sudden you’re over his shoulder with your bottle forgotten on the floor.
“Put me down this instant .” You wiggled your legs, simultaneously attempting to whack him on the back in the hopes that he’d put you back on solid ground. He was incredibly amused. Jesse’s toned arm was wrapped around the backs of your thighs to stop you from falling, dangerously close to your bottom. You squirmed some more; you weren’t going to make this easy for him.

He started walking out of the mess hall, whistling a tune. You huffed. All you could see was where you came from and it seemed he had no aim in sight as to where you would end up. He took a couple of turns, when he stopped suddenly.
“McCree. What are you doing?”
You recognised the voice as Gabriel’s and you perked up.
“TellhimtoputmedownPLEASE.” You exclaimed, frantically trying to release yourself from his grasp. All you heard was a small snort coming from the Blackwatch commander.
“Carry on.”
Whatever looks were exchanged between them, you didn’t know. However, you made sure to give Gabriel a good thump on the arm as McCree casually walked past him.
“You betrayed me.”
“Cariño, I would never betray you.” A hint of humour in his voice. “Trust him.” He stood in the hallway with his arms crossed and his head tilted slightly looking at you. One corner of his mouth was pulled up, a half smile forming.
You let out another huff, accepting you had to go wherever McCree took you. He took you round another corner and you recognised it as the corridor where your room was.
“What’s the code to your room?”
“Like I’d tell you.”
You thought he’d put you down here so you could put it in. Nope. Jesse turned around so you were in front of your door, keypad just high enough to enter the code. Your brows cross in defeat.
“It’s open.”
He spins around again, too quickly that some of your hair gets caught in your mouth. You manage the catch the door and slam it when he crosses the threshold. Only now does he tenderly lower you down so you’re back on your feet. One look at him and you close your eyes slowly, turning to walk to your bedroom.
You turn on your heels, snapping your eyes open and looking at him expectantly.
You’re welcome.
“For what?” You asked flatly.
“Carryin’ you back to your room. You looked mighty tired back there ‘nd thought I could help.”
You brought your hand up to pinch the bridge of your nose. He stalks over to you, lifting his human hand to your face. Eyes widen and you flinch slightly, lowering your hand. He only brushed some of your hair that was still caught on your lips.
His hand lingered for a few seconds more than what should have been appropriate; fingers ghosting over your cheek. Your eyelids fluttered, not used to the gentle contact.
“I knew it.”
Once again your eyes shot open, looking into his.
“You can’t resist me.”
“You just touched me in a way that I haven’t been touched in a while is all.” You spat out, swatting his hand away.
“Of course, darlin’.” A grin spreading across his face.
“Always am.” He tips his head and makes his way to your door. “Lookin’ forward to working together.”
He closes the door behind him and you hear a faint whistling as he strolls away. You hate to admit it, but he was right. You were shattered from doing your full time job and training in the evenings. Rubbing your eyes with your hands, you headed towards your bed to get some well needed sleep.

Can I be the groom?

I stumbled over some text messages today and they just screamed Bughead, I swear. And they were stuck in my head the whole day. That’s why I had to type this little one shot. 

I normally don’t write in english and I edited this myself, so I’m sorry for any mistakes. I hope you’ll enjoy it. Let me know if you do! <3

Warning: FLUFFY xD


Betty couldn’t help it. She stared at the screen of her phone for a brief moment and then started laughing. The day had been batshit crazy and she was beyond annoyed. That’s why she texted Jughead. After all it was his wedding too. But he couldn’t help her with the last preparations right now, because he had to promote his newest book. He tried to get out of this promotion tour, but Betty encouraged him to go.  And that’s why he had to endure her ranting, about flowers, cakes, dresses, her mother and Veronica now. Those two really just wanted to help her, but somehow, they ended up making everything worse. They were just…a little bit over the top. Jughead really had no chance to answer between all the messages he got. But after Betty had finished, he finally answered.

J: Hey, Betts. This may sound a little bit demanding after all you went through today. But can I play some important role in your wedding? Like…the groom?

Betty laughed so hard, that tears were running down her cheeks. This day had been so stressful. But with just one text message, Jughead could lift her mood. After she had calmed down a little bit, she was finally able to answer.

B: I don’t know Jug. You’d have to wear a suit. And you can’t wear your beanie. Also, I’m pretty sure you’d have to dance with me. And you’d have to be nice the whole day. Is that something you can pull off?

Betty smiled, making herself comfortable on the couch and looking at the ceiling of their living room. They had moved in here one year ago and Betty was still in love with this house. It was beautiful and she was glad, that they were able to afford it. Her phone buzzed and Betty smiled and bit her lip, when she read Jugheads response.

J: I’m offended. I’m not only an amazing writer. I’m also an amazing actor. I can totally pull that off. We have to talk about the beanie though.

It took Betty only a few seconds to send her reply. She grinned while typing her response.

B: Maybe I should rather cast another groom. One who doesn’t wear a beanie. I could ask Veronica, if she’d lend me Archie for one day.

She waited patiently for Jugheads response. At first, she only got a GIF showing a man who fainted. The blonde laughed out loud again. Of course Jughead knew how to cheer her up, even if he was thousand miles away. Now he was typing again.

J: I just read our contract again (you agreed to it, when you accepted that ring from me). The contract says you have to cast me for the role of the groom. No other option. With or without my beanie. Also…you wouldn’t be happy with Archie. He can’t dance at all. And he doesn’t look as good as me in a suit.

The blonde giggled and began to type her answer.

B: Oh, is that so?

His answer came very fast this time.

J: Sure. You can’t deny you like me in a suit. May I just remind you how Archie’s and Veronica’s wedding ended for us?

Oh, she didn’t need a reminder of that night. Betty blushed. She was glad Jughead couldn’t see it. He would have teased her immediately. But he proved once again, that he really knew her.

J: I know you’re blushing right now. So why not give in and book me as the groom already?

B: You’re annoying.

J: But you love me.

Betty chuckled and shook her head, typing another message.

B: Doesn’t make you less annoying. But, oh well. Congrats. You’ll be the groom. I don’t want to hear you complaining at our wedding in three weeks!

J: That’s my girl. You won’t. I’ll marry you, why should I even think about complaining?

Betty shook her head again. This time, because she still couldn’t believe, that she was lucky enough to marry the love of her life. They texted back and forth for a while, until she finally went to bed. Tomorrow would be another crazy day, she knew that (she had another meeting with Ronnie and Alice). But she also knew, that Jughead would be there for her, whenever she needed him.

Sunny Days-chapter 14

Sunny Days Masterlist

Summary- Sunny gets punished.

Warnings- Smut…Explicit. Bondage, Orgasm Denial, Anal Play, and other stuff. If you don’t want smut, then you can probably skip this chapter and not miss any major plot points. Lol

Word Count- 5.9K

Authors Note- Hopefully, this is worth all the waiting and anticipation. Thanks for being so patient.

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Sunny woke the next day alone. She rolled over to find the other side of the bed empty and made. A note rested on Negan’s pillow. She unfolded the paper and tried to adjust her blurry eyes to the neat print.


Get up and get showered. You can wear whatever you want today.


She knew Negan would be back soon with their food. She threw off the covers and slid to the floor. She winced at the soreness between her legs, heat spread across her cheeks as she remembered the cause.

Gingerly, she made her way across the room to the bathroom. She stopped shy of the door staring into the full length mirror next to it. Her messy bun lay haphazardly on the side of her head loosened by Negan’s grip. Strands that had escaped the hair band stuck out in odd angles like broken spider legs. Purple and red trailed down her neck, breasts, and thighs where his mouth had staked his claim. Bruises marked where Negan’s fingers had gripped her hips as he steadied her against the brute force of his thrusts. If she tried hard enough, she thought she could see the outline of his hand on her throat where he had squeezed until she no longer drew breath.

Negan had kept his promise. He had fucked her mercilessly. Any time she got close to orgasm, he’d cease dominating her body, slamming her peak into a brick wall, before changing positions, bending her body and twisted her limbs in ways she had never thought possible, to let the pleasure build once more. It was the first time her pleasure hadn’t been a priority, and the first time she hadn’t come. Far from being scared of the ferocity of his passion, her body pulsed with want, desire for more. Need.

Not knowing how long she had until his return, Sunny decided to grab some clothes from the closet before showering, wanting to cover the evidence of last night’s punishment. She opened the closet and gasped.  She hurried to her dressers, opening all the drawers one by one. Empty. All of it gone. Not a single item of clothing was left in her bedroom.

She tried the door leading to the office where Negan’s closet was, but as she suspected it was locked.

“Son of a biscuit,” she muttered to herself as she looked around the room. He had said to wear anything she wanted….he didn’t specify it had to be clothes.  She grabbed the sheet from the bed and stomped her way to the bathroom.

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Here you are my lovelies!! The accidental series! HUGE shout out to @tammywt for helping me with the dancing bits (even going so far as to dancing with her hubby to let me know how small a space Jamie and Claire could use!). And to @diversemediums for being an amazing beta and helping me when I get stuck!

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“Evening, Sassenach,” he said with a tender smile.

I returned the grin and gave him a hug.

“Evening, Jamie. I hope you haven’t been waiting too long. I ran a little late.”

“Nah. One of the mares seems ready to drop at any moment, so the lads call in every hour or so.”

My eyes went wide.

“Oh! Which one?”

“Filly Dancer,” he said flatly.

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