and who knew this would get into my top 5 movies of all time so easily

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PROMPT: D & P somehow get into a debate over who is kinkier in bed. Phil says something like 'Just because you have 5 vibrators doesn't make you more kinky. And yes. I know you have them. I hear the buzzing at two am bc I'm a heavy sleeper but you don't know how to be quiet' then cue rough sex

Warning!! Smut: Top! Phil, daddy kink, degradation, dirty talk, vocal Dan, bantz, dom! Phil, coming untouched (twice), coming in pants (once), etc.


~Thinking about it, Dan was almost positive him and Phil had rarely ever had a proper, real argument. It was usually about silly things when they did; anime, editing, memes, etc. Then when they did have an actual fight, it always resulted in them both crying and saying sorry. This time it was different, this wasn’t a real argument, this was leading into territory that hadn’t ever really gone too before.

~Dan and Phil had been joking around, sat in their lounge talking mindlessly about something, tossing back and forth a small bouncy ball they found and laughing. Dan was a lousy throw, missed, and hit Phil in the eye. To which, Phil replied with, “Kinky.”

~Dan snorted slightly and shrugged. “Nah kinky would be if I had called you daddy and threw it at you acting like a pissed off toddler.” He said pointedly, catching the ball and throwing it back. “I guess you’re right. I guess you aren’t as kinky as me then.” He said mostly to joke, throwing the ball back before seeing Dan raise an eyebrow.

~Dan gave him a questioning look, shaking his head before throwing the ball back to him. “Yeah I highly doubt that you’re kinkier than me, Lester.” He challenged, to which Phil smirked in response. “Just because you have like five vibrators doesn’t mean you’re kinkier than me.”

~Dan felt his ears turn red, looking away and blushing, not commenting back. “Yes I know you have them. I’m no idiot, I can hear the buzzing at like two AM. Or at least I would be able too if you knew how to stay quiet.” He chuckled softly, seeing Dan turn even more red.

~Dan finally looked up, shrugging. “I’ve always been vocal. I just figured you’d be asleep by then..” He trailed off, looking away again and blushing once more. “Dan, I’ve been your best friend for years and you still don’t know I’m never asleep at 2 am?” Phil laughed softly.

~Dan shrugged again, trying to brush it all off and play it cool. “I’m still kinkier than you fuck off.” He attempted to change the subject. “I don’t believe that for a second. Just because you moan like  bitch in heat doesn’t mean you’re kinky, or good in bed.” He smirked.

~Dan gave him an offended look, glaring a bit. “Shut up!” He threw a pillow at him from the couch. “Im plenty good in bed, and far kinkier than you could even dream of being.” He said, to which Phil instant denied. “Yeah no. I would ask for proof, but I don’t feel like being disappointed.” He teased, knowing Dan would get more riled up the more he went on like this.

~Phil chuckled deeply when Dan didn’t reply. “I guess I’m right. Dan Howell isn’t kinkier than me, and he’s shit in bed.” He declared, mostly to himself, seeing Dan’s face turn red from a mixture of anger and embarrassment. “I’m great in bed. Maybe you’re the one who sucks in bed, that’s why you’re harping on me so much.” He accused, seeing Phil raise an eyebrow at him.

~Phil brushed off the accusation, leaning back on the couch and putting his hands behind his head. “Sorry, I don’t get affected by very wrong accusations like you.” He hummed. “Are you saying yours against me was false then?” Dan smirked. “No I still think you suck in bed.” Phil laughed, looking over at him with that damn smirk still plastered on his face.

~Dan huffed and crossed his arms, glaring at him. “And what makes you think you’re so damn good in bed?” He asked. “Mhm?”

~Phil laughed, giving him a small shrug and closing his eyes. “I’d bet money I could make you cum untouched before i was even close.” He said casually. “Hell, I’d bet money I could have you begging me for it within 10 minutes.”

~Dan chuckled sarcastically. “Yeah right. You couldn’t get into my pants even if you took me to dinner and a movie first.” He snorted.

~Phil looked over at him once more, pushing his hair off his face and sitting up, chuckling deeply. “You say that because you know it’s true. You know easily I could have you begging for my cock, whimpering and whining for me to fuck you so hard you can’t walk the next day.”

~Dan swallowed visibly at his words, trying to push them away and shaking his head. “Oh whatever.” He denied. “Don’t lie to yourself Danny. I know damn well you want me. All those cries of my name and daddy over and over again in the middle of the night. You always sound so pretty, almost like you’re purposely putting on a show knowing I’m awake. I bet you look even better.”

~Dan was blushing furiously again, shaking his head but not speaking. “Awe..” Phil smirked, moving a hand on Dan’s thigh and squeezing gently. “Getting all worked up, Dan?” He cooed, leaning over and biting his earlobe gently. “Thinking about how nicely I’d stretch you open, how much better it’d be than all your toys, having me fucking into you, holding you down and marking up your neck and chest, making you my property?” He hummed.

~Dan didn’t even try to shake his head in denial, letting a small whimper pass his lips as Phil spoke. He felt himself being pushed back, Phil crawling between his legs in a swift motion and ghosting his lips over Dan’s neck. “You’d like that wouldn’t you baby? My thick cock ruining your pretty hole, teeth sinking into your neck and leaving dark bruises, my cum filling you up nicely..” He started placing small kisses down Dan’s neck.

~Phil moved down the side of his neck, kissing gently, occasionally taking the smooth skin between his teeth and nipping quickly. Dan was squirming under him, quickly becoming a mess. “Fuck..Phil..” Dan whimpered out, hands gripping the older male’s shirt tightly. “What baby boy?” Phil smirked gently.

~Dan whimpered loudly, his head thrown back as Phil bit down roughly and sucked a few proper marks against his throat. “Fuck me!” He cried out without thinking, gasping when Phil’s lips detached from his beck and moved to his mouth.

~Phil kissed him for a while, his hands moving under his shirt and rubbing circles into his hip bones. Dan was whimpering into his mouth, kissing back messily as he wiggled under him. “Please Phil.” He whined when Phil pulled back from the kiss, watching the older male tug off his shirt quickly. Dan did the same, looking at him with desperate eyes.

~Phil chuckled and leaned back down, feeling Dan’s hands fumbling with his belt, the metal clinking and Dan’s moaning the only sound in the room. Dan’s hands moved back, his arms around Phil and his nails dragging down his back once Phil started grinding into him, hips rutting together roughly.

~Dan was coming undone too soon, he felt like a horny teenager all over again as Phil’s hips rolled into his own, the friction of his jeans and boxers against the head of his cock almost enough to send him over the edge already, just needing a little more. He moaned loudly, feeling Phil nip his bottom lip and tug it back, attacking his mouth again for another heated kiss.

~Phil moved his hand down quickly, starting to palm Dan through his jeans firmly. Dan was getting louder, his moans and whimpers bouncing off the walls and drowning out all other sound. He cried out, starting to cum hard, blushing a deep red as he did.

~Phil chuckled softly, smirking. “I guess I was wrong..” He hummed. “About..?” Dan panted slightly, feeling Phil’s hips still pressing into his own. “You are good in bed. So far.” He smirked, his lips reattaching to Dan’s quickly, his hips still rolling into his.

~Dan didn’t take long to get hard again, Phil having some surreal effect on his libido he had never seen before, not that he was complaining. He felt Phil’s fingers hook under his jeans, tugging them down with force until they were on the ground.

~Phil did the same, slowly stripping with him until there was a pile on the ground of all their clothes. Phil reached down, wrapping his hand around the younger male’s cock and starting to stroke slowly, his thumb rubbing over the tip and over his slit repeatedly, Dan bucking his hips up in response each time, desperate for the touch.

~Dan wasn’t quiet, he never was, but in the sexual aspect he was a vocal guy. He liked to moan, he liked to put on a show for whoever was fucking him, and Phil would be lying if he said it wasn’t the hottest thing he had ever seen in his life. “Should we go to the bed?” Dan asked between kissing, whining and pouting when he felt Phil’s hand pull away from his aching cock.

~Phil gripped his ass, pulling him into his lap and lifting him up with surprising ease, carrying him to the bedroom with his lips attached to his neck. Dan felt his back hit the bed, Phil between his legs again and his hand fumbling to the side for his top drawer, finding the small blue bottle of lube and handing it to Phil.

~Phil chuckled, popping the cap and pouring a thick layer over three of his fingers, moving his hand between Dan’s legs and circling his rim. Dan shivered, his thighs shaking in anticipation before letting out a loud, strained moan when Phil slipped two fingers into him with ease.

~Phil worked his fingers in and out of the whimpering, writhing man under him, curling them slowly to try and find his spot. He smirked, hearing Dan cry out, his back arching off the mattress once he found it. He added a third digit, scissoring his fingers slowly for a moment before deciding he was stretched enough, spending a few moments rubbing against Dan’s prostate.

~Dan was whining at the top of his lungs, breathless, covered in a thin layer of sweat and his hair curling against his forehead as he was worked open. Phil was in awe, drinking in the sight and sound of Dan. “You sound so good baby..such a slut for me already.” He breathed, pulling his fingers out slowly.

~Dan whimpered, his legs wrapping around Phil’s hips and trying to pull him closer. Phil chuckled, smacking his thigh as a warning. “Don’t be a greedy slut or I’ll leave you here with a vibrator in as punishment. I could get off on my own, come back later when I’, ready to use your hole for my pleasure, just leave you hear unable to cum with a toy against your spot for a few hours.” He threatened, watching Dan shake his head.

~Phil chuckled softly, smirking. “That’s what I thought baby..” he said, stroking over himself and coating his length with the leftover lube, moaning lowly. He positioned at his entrance, pushing in his tip before pulling out, smirking when Dan whined and started clenching around nothing, his head thrashing back in frustration. “Beg.” Phil smirked.

~Dan pouted, looking up at him and whining loudly, no longer caring. “Please daddy just fuck me! I’ve been so good, I’ve been such a good slut for you. Please just fuck me, use me, ruin me, make me yours.” He begged, gasping and arching his back when he felt Phil push in suddenly.

~Dan’s whole body shook, feeling more full than ever, his hands grasping at nothing for something, anything to grip as Phil started to fuck him quickly, barely giving him time to adjust. It hurt, but in all the best ays. The burning, Phil hitting his prostate dead on over and over again as if he had done this a thousand times, his nails digging into Dan;s hips as he gripped them for leverage. Dan was in bliss, tears in the corner of his eyes from the intense pleasure.

~Phil was breathless, thrusting harder and harder into Dan, their hips slamming together each time he pushed back in. Dan was unbelievably tight, warm, swallowing his cock perfectly, screaming his name. He felt Dan move up, his arms around him again and his nails dragging down his back probably hard enough to draw blood.

~Phil groaned loudly, trying to keep quiet and enjoy the beautiful noises pouring from Dan’s swollen and pink parted lips. “God fucking dammit..” Phil muttered, leaning down and resting his forehead against Dan’s as he thrusted hard. “You’re so good baby..so good for me. Taking my cock like you were made too, all these pretty moans and curses all for me.”

~Dan nodded, rocking his hips into him as he was slammed into over and over again. “All for you daddy fuck!” He was almost screaming, unable to stay quiet for more than a moment, the build of his orgasm tightening in his stomach. Only a few short moments later he was coming again, white ribbons along both of their chests, loud shouts of Phil’s name and various obscenities pouring from his mouth at high enough volume he was sure everyone on their floor could hear him, but he didn’t care.

~Phil started breathing heavy, Dan tightening around him as he came for the second time that night, the feeling sending him over the edge. His thrusts became less rhythmic as he grew closer, Dan clenching tightly around him until he came himself, deep inside the younger male, gasping and groaning, his hips moving erratically as he rode out his orgasm.

~Phil collapsed onto him, rolling over and pulling out, hearing Dan whimper quietly as his cum dripped out of him slightly. Dan moved over to lean on him, looking at him and smiling a little. “Wanna nap and then we’ll talk about this?” He offered, seeing Phil nod before they both passed out. 



A/N: Can I just with the fact that I still always listen to Often by The Weeknd whenever I write lmao. This is 2.3 k, so t’s seriously official, I can’t write a short hc. 

When We Collide (Part 19)

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: NC-17

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?

When We Collide on Wattpad

“She asked you to be their fake surrogate? For fun? I’m sorry but was she dropped as a baby because the lack of brain cells and situation awareness are concerning!” 

The conversation had been serious until now. Nicole’s frustration was almost bigger than yours and it was the reason why you couldn’t keep a straight face. She almost hated Holly more than you did. 

“How do you even bother to be their assistant…” She shook her head in disbelief and glanced over at Luke and Holly talking by his director chair, a script in their hands and their faces serious. 

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In Your Head - Part 4

Jughead Jones x Reader

Reader: Y/N

Brother: Y/B/N

Word Count: 2,129

Summary: You are almost 3 months into a relationship with Jughead Jones. You are going through a tough time being too much in your head as the anniversary of “that night” comes closer. Jughead can sense something is wrong.

Warnings: Features sexual content, as well as a rape flashback and parental abuse. Please don’t read if easily triggered.

….“I’m going to kill him…”.

Jughead sprung up after uttering the words and made his way out of the library.
“Jughead!”, you screamed after him.

Jughead paused in front of Betty with such a stern look, Kevin looked in awe and in fear from the kitchen. “Where is he?!” You had never heard Jughead really shout before, not out of anger at least.

Abruptly answering while looking at you, “He left after you knocked him down” Betty answered.

“Jughead!”, you tried calling to his attention again.

Archie and Veronica had joined in the kitchen by now, still trying to determine what had happened outside.

“I need your keys!”, Jughead pushed out his hand giving a look to Archie that practically scared the ginger out of his own pale skin.

“Maybe we should go…” Veronica interjected grabbing Kevin’s elbow.

“Forsythe!” You finally caught his attention along with the rest of the kitchen.

Veronica sat back down on her stool, “Never mind….” while amazed at what name just came out of your mouth that commanded Jughead’s attention.

He paused, looked at you, and within a split second his whole face softened.
While moving his eyes to his feet, “Sorry”, he mumbled.

“Can we just get out of here?”, you walked up to him and reached for his hand.

Archie looked at you once again reaching for his keys out of his pocket, you stopped him. “No, that’s alright, we’re walking”. Archie gave a reassuring smile.

“Can I get my stuff at your place?”, you turned back to Veronica.

“Okay, but we’re talking about ALL of this later”. You gave a nod in answer. 

“Do you want us to come with you”? Betty had interjected, knowing more what was going on than anyone else in the group.

You shook your head while giving a reassuring smile.
“There’s a key to the front under the smallest potted plant”.Veronica looked back at Kevin who still seemed astonished by the use of the name Forsythe.

“I’ll see you all tomorrow, and have a good rest of your night, okay?”, you looked to everyone’s eyes and they either let out an agreement or a nod.
While still holding Jughead’s hand, you led him out the front door.


He was quiet for a few minutes until you broke the silence. “Sorry for using a name you loathe back there”.

“It’s okay, it was warranted”. Still holding your hand he was looking at his feet while mustering up his next second statement. “I want to kill him”.

“Part of me still does too”, you confessed.

“Why didn’t you tell me Y/N?” He finally looked to you with his silver blue eyes.

“I was scared, for lots of reasons. For one, THAT reaction”. One thing you shared with Jughead was a similar exaggeration to certain words in your speech. “Another…before Betty today, only my therapist has known”.

“You’ve been seeing someone then? About this?” While a little surprised he understood why.

“Not just for that reason, but yes. Before you, even before everything with Chuck last year, I’ve had a lot of issues. I mean mostly my life just being that, but none of it exactly typical….“ Your words once again, started to fade from you. 

You made it to the front of Veronica’s house. Found the key and opened the door to the very large home. You walked with Jughead to Veronica’s room, looking for your bag and the rest of your stuff you had laying around. You opened your bag and saw your pill bottle. You knew you were finally going to tell him everything. As nervous as you were, you just threw everything in your bag, unconsciously sighing. “Come on”. You grabbed his hand again, and with a determined look you made your way to Archie’s house. 

He waited a few minutes before stopping you on your rather fast paced walk. “I know I’ve asked this a lot today, but are you okay?”. He grasped a side of your face with his palm. 

 “Yeah I’ll be alright, I just want to get to your place”. 

He gave a surprised look. One as to calling it his place as he still very much saw it as Archie’s. Two, he retorted vocally, “I thought I was walking you to your house?”. 

 “No, I don’t feel like being there tonight. I want to be with you. I need to talk to you about all of this and it’s probably time”. You said it more determined than intentioned. 

 He could tell you were getting nervous. “If you don’t want to tell me, Y/N, that’s okay. There’s not any pressure of me putting any of this on you". 

 “No. Ever since you told me about your parents a few weeks ago, what happened with your dad and everything, I’ve wanted to tell you. It’s kind of a lot I know in one night, but I need to get this out and there is no where safer than when I’m with you. I know that”. You hadn’t ever told him before of what being around him truly meant to you. 

 He gave that great smile again. He pulled you in to hug you first before laying on a very heavy kiss. This time it was his turn to say it, “come on”.


 You had made it to his house and he unlocked the door. Fred was out of town for the weekend and Archie probably knew better than to be back yet and it being only 10, it seemed plausible he wouldn’t be back until Valerie and the Pussycat’s were done playing at Cheryl’s. He led you to his room. 

You had been in the kitchen and living room a few times whether it be to watch a movie or to make Jughead and Archie something that couldn’t be found at Pop’s. And while he had been there a little over a month, you still hadn’t seen the upstairs. While being present in the moment that Jughead had punched out Chuck had sobered you, you were still a little tipsy and took every step carefully.

 You entered into his room. He didn’t have much around, but you could tell what posters were his as well as stash of cds and old records. You looked to the right side of the room and saw a bookshelf, practically filled to the fullest like your own. And on one of the shelves was a stack of books you yourself had let him borrow. One’s with new pages cornered. You smiled, seeing how whenever you usually saw Jughead in his free time, he was on his laptop writing versus reading something you gave him. “You read them all huh?”. You turned to him with a smile.

 “Of course. I already loved reading, you just enhanced the genres”. He gave a loving smile while leading you to the bed to sit down.

 1….2…..3…..you opened your bag while saying the first thing you wanted to tell him. “Well here’s one thing”. You gave him the pill bottle. 

 “What’s are these for?”. He was reading all of the label now. 

4…5…6… “I suffer from extreme anxiety and depression and I’ve been on them since this”. You took off your cardigan, while you could tell he was mentally noting that he had never really seen your bare arms before. You yourself had almost forgotten you were in a full crop top from Veronica. He touched your somewhat healed scars from years back, one a bit more recently than the others. 

You went into the story of that one. How after last year, after Chuck, you didn’t feel like you belonged anywhere. That you had honestly never really fit anywhere. About the breakdown you had, how long you were in the hospital for and then you went into your family. 

How your mother didn’t really understand the point of “mental health”, and while she gave a good fake face to those who didn’t know her - that sometimes the worst monsters, were those found at home. You went into how she acted mentally, in and out of anger spells. And how when it was really bad, there was more than just emotional abuse. You went into why your confidence as a person was so down, and how it always started with her. Never thin enough, never smart enough and never pretty enough. You said all this while looking away until then end when you turned your body and moved your hair to probably the worse thing your mother had ever done to you physically. And on the side of your shoulder, you showed the burn marks. Still somewhat heavy in skin healing over as you could still easily feel the raised scars. You turned and explained that while it had been years since that one, that it came from the time you last told someone what it was like at home. 7th grade when you had told a teacher. But with your parents facade on the outside, no one had really bothered to believe you. You finally looked back to Jughead’s eyes. He locked his eyes on to your back. 

Before, when you had told him about Chuck, he was heavily angered while feeling something horrible for you. And while he had experienced a more than less perfect parent, and had some instances with his father of his own, he hadn’t expected this. 

 “I’m sorry it’s a lot. I know, we haven’t been dating that long. Heck, you’ve only known me for about 6 months…but with everything else that happened tonight, I needed to tell you everything. I couldn’t lie to you about all of this anymore…”. You looked away from his face, ashamed of your life’s scars. 

 His concerned face was brought back. “How long since the last time she….”. 

You cut him off, knowing that this would be a question. “Once in the last 9 months. Around my birthday, she’s never really okay around any holiday”, your mind thought back to certain instances in your life. “She found out she has a severe heart disease and since the amount of medications they put her on, she’s been better. Still distant as a parent…but better to us at least”. 

 “Your brother..?” 

You cut him off again “Yeah, but I always tried to make sure if something was happening, she’d focus on me instead. I’m easier for her to get at…”. You paused again and started hearing your mother’s voice and what she would scream at you. 

 Instead of if you were okay or going out to now “kill” your mother, Jughead looked at you again. Holding your hands with tears in his eyes. “Is there anything I can do?”. 

 “My mother wise, no. My Dad stays away from it himself, he leaves on “business trips” a lot. And again, she’s been better. As for me…you could just hold me”. 

 “I can do that, but first I need to tell you something”. You looked at him with questionable eyes as he put his hands around your hips. “You are the most caring, intelligent and most beautiful woman I have ever met and will probably know in my lifetime. You are more and deserve more than what you have been handed. You are amazing, and I plan to show you that whenever I can”. He grabbed the side of your face again and brought your mouth into his. He stopped to realize you were crying again and lifted his head looking into your eyes making sure you were okay. 

 You smiled and gave a small laugh while wiping your tears. “It’s okay, they’re happy tears”. You brought him back to your lips while moving his body back to the bed. You held him by his neck kissing him deeply. You really hadn’t felt like anyone in your life was home before. Not before him. Your body was on top of his now. Your legs over his. You kissed him harder and a little faster.  He could feel the tension in your body, it wanting more. He paused and pulled your head from his. 

“We don’t have to do this now. I love you Y/N, without all of this”, he motioned his head down to both of your bodies. It was the first time he said those words yet you had thought about saying them 20 times by now, 5 times in instances just that day. 

 “I love you too. And I want this. I have a connection to you more than anyone else and”, you paused as you were a bit nervous “I want to show you how much you mean to me”. 

 He smiled, “I already know how much”. 

 You gave a gleeful smile back, “but now I want to show you”.

I am around - Zach Dempsey

Originally posted by lilpieceofmyworld

Request: Can I please request a Zach imagine where he is your boyfriend and he has to protect you from a drunk guy at a party who tries to force himself upon you? Thank you!

A/N: this is soo bad i’m so sorry but i’ve been letting you guys wait so long already :( please forgive me

Word count: 1282

“Babe where are you?” you heard your boyfriend, Zach, shout from your room. You were going to a party together and Zach insisted on picking you up on his way there. You and Zach were Liberty High’s powercouple. You knew each other since you could remember. Your parents had a business diner with his and from then the two of you did everything together and now so many years later he was the star basketball player and you were cheer captain kicking it of as a great couple. Sometimes it looked like the two of you walked straight out on of those cheesy high school movies. For tonight you planned on being ready in time, you really did, but you just got swept away with the music  so as usual it took you longer than expected.

“I’m almost done just another 5 minutes!” you shouted back from the bathroom while you were zipping up the dress you chose to wear. It was a little red dress with half long sleeves that made your body look amazing but wasn’t too tight so it didn’t make you feel uncomfortable. You checked your hair and make up a last time, worked on the last details and went to your room where Zach was sitting on the bed waiting for you.

“I’m almost done! Sorry sorry sorry sorry!” You said almost running into your room diving in your closet looking for your black heels.

“They have to be here, oooor okay no got them!” you said while almost falling back out of your closet because of all the shoes you didn’t want to throw away.

“Wow babe you look incredible!” Zach says  making you blush a little. You closed the last belt buckle from your heel and leaned over to give him a kiss.

“I’m ready to go!” you said while taking Zach’s hand and pulling him up from the bed. When he got up he spun you around and pulled you in for a kiss at the end. Being the romantic he is. You and Zach walked out to his car. The party as at Montgomery de la Cruz’s house.  His place wasn’t that far away from yours and you could have easily walked there but Zach liked showing of his Audi so you went with it and not walking meant not killing your feet in advance so you would be able to dance more at the party. Zach parked his car and the two of you got out the car and Zach threw his arm around your shoulder before entering. When you entered you said hello to a couple people, did a little small talk and walked over to the kitchen. You were fixing your drink when Zach said:

“I’m going over to the guys babe, see you later?” followed by a kiss on the top of your head since he was waaay taller. You were almost done with your drink when you felt a someone squeeze your butt. when you turned around to see who it was you only saw a group of guys you had never seen before smirking weirdly at you and some of them winking or looking at you from head to toe. It creeped you out so you decided to get out of that kitchen as fast as possible. You walked over to Jess.

“Have you ever seen those guys?” you asked looking over to them making Jess follow your gaze.

“Nope never saw them in my life, they’re probably just some friends of Monty.”

“Yeah probably.” You said still feeling a little creeped out by them. You decided to just let go of what happened and enjoy your night. You had been dancing with your friends, hanging a little with Zach and refilling your cups too many times when you felt you really needed to go to the toilet. You were making your way upstairs when someone who was walking the opposite direction walked into you.

“Oh I’m so sorry.” You said. When you looked up you froze a little. You had bumped into one of the creepy guys you walked, more like ran, away from earlier. Only thing scaring you more was that he looked way drunker right now.

“How are you going to fix this honey?” he said while pulling at his shirt showing how it got all wet from the liquor that had been spilled on it. You were stuttering a little when he started to get closer to you.

“I really just want to go to the toilet, can you let me pass?” you tried to ask friendly but it obviously wasn’t working. You felt his hand grip around your waist pulling you closer, you turned your face so you weren’t facing him directly and he couldn’t get to you.

“Maybe you should take this shirt of of me?”

“Or not, I have a boyfriend. Just let go of me.”

“But sweetheart where’s the fun in that and by the way I don’t see him around?” He said while trying to turn your face. His grip was strong on you and you were getting fed up with all of this. You weren’t going to let him treat you like thise. You were ready to kick of some drama when you heard a deep familiar voice behind you.

“Actually I am around.” You were so happy to finally hear Zach’s voice. He pulled the guy of you and pulled you behind him.

“You are so lucky I have an important game this weekend or I would have smashed your face dude. That’s not how you treat girls and most definitely not my girl.” He said while standing almost forehead to forehead with the other guy. You saw how clenched Zach’s fists were. In all these years that you have known him you have never seen him this angry. The guy seemed a little intrigued by how tall and strong Zach was. Montgomery saw what was going on and stood between Zach and the boy.

“Guys what’s going on?”

“That little idiot there thought it was a good idea to force himself on my girlfriend.” Zach said while pointing. You saw Montgomery turn around and hold the other boy by his collar

“You will never step foot in my house again. Get out.” Monty said while turning to his friend. He started to stutter and apologize like a little kid before walking out looking really ashamed. You felt surprised by how serious they were all taking this. Zach took your hand and walked outside with you to the chairs in Monty’s backyard. He sat himself down and pulled you down on his lap holding you tightly.

“I’m so sorry I let that happen to you babe.”

“What no? it wasn’t your fault that idiot should have behaved himself.” You said while looking Zach straight in the eyes. You didn’t want him to feel guilty at all.

“But I should have been there.”

“You were!” you said while standing up and pulling Zach with you.

“Look it happened and luckily you were there otherwise I must have started to scream and make all this stupid drama and humiliate the guy even more.”  You joked making a smile form on Zach’s face. You wrapped your hands around his neck to pull him closer so you could kiss him.

“Let’s just enjoy the rest of our night, okay? And maybe I’ll give you a little extra later because of your help.” You said winking making Zach smile even more and with that the two of you went back inside and had the best night of your lives with Zach not leaving your side for a second. 

Opposite Direction [Part Two]// Teen Wolf and Riverdale

Summary: Escaping a program similar to the Black Widow program you begin a new life in a town where you’re aware isn’t exactly normal. Working in the Beacon Hills Sheriff’s Department places you in the eyes of Stiles but when Black Widow finds you with Captain America will you return the favour to her?

Characters: Reader x Stiles Stilinski , Sheriff Noah Stilinski (mentioned) , Jughead Jones, Betty Cooper, Veronica Lodge, Archie Andrews, Ms. Grundy (mentioned), Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow), Steve Rogers (Captain America) and Cheryl Blossom.

Words: 2897

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or Marvel. Nor do I own Riverdale when it does appear. This means I do not own the characters from these shows/movies either.

Warnings: Swearing, injury, past mention of Archie and Grundy.

Requested: @fandomnationwhore

Author: Caitsy

A/N: This is probably going to be only a 5 part series at the most. Also I have no data so I can’t upload unless I’m at work.

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You blankly stared at the two Avengers standing in front of you while trying to keep their identity’s hidden from the people in the building. You weren’t sure how to react when you finally managed to swallow of the bite of your lunch and taking a long drink of water. It wasn’t every day that you managed to be tracked down by people you had fought.

“Um…why?”


“I’m sure you’ve been watching the news?”

“You mean how you get into hiding after the whole Sokovia thing?” You questioned raising one eyebrow at the two of them, “Because that was a real shitty thing huh?”

“I’m aware.” Steve sighed raising his eyes to meet yours again.

“So why is Black Widow with you? Aren’t you on separate sides of the law?”

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Peed my Pants in a Haunted Maze!

Another accident I had that I wrote an account of for omo.org :) I hope you all like it.

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Hi everyone! Its been a week or two, I’ve had a bit of a dry spell, likely due to the fact that midterms were going on and I’m a lot less playful and risky when I’m in work mode. Work and fun are two separate things for me, which isn’t to say I don’t enjoy working; I’m a working and writing machine! Anywho, I’ve finally been able to wind down and relax finally after what feels like however, in the last few days I’ve attended a few Halloween parties, a few Halloween events, marathoned bad horror movies for all nighters, and another in particular relating specifically to this forum: I had an accident.

Now if you’ve read my tale regarding my recent fable while playing a certain horror game you know two things: One, I love horror but don’t handle scares well, and two, I’m oh-so woefully stubborn. As is usually the case when I have an accident, the stubbornness of course comes into play. Allow me to give a bit of context..

There’s a local park a city or so away. Like a lot of places, it has a yearly Halloween attraction. Its very sizable; it is also used as a campground in the summertime. I have attended this event every year!

This year I went with a few of my friends (Same group from the apartment story), and we showed up early. Naturally there was a line already, and we still had 45 minutes before the event would start and the line started moving up…The line ended up being very large in total, the event was very popular. We had all been picked up at our houses, and most of us had overnight bags in the trunk, as we were going back to one of their places to marathon horror movies for the rest of the night. In the hour before we arrived I had drunk a monster and a hard lemonade, though I didn’t really think anything of it until I polished off a 1 liter pepsi from the concession stand halfway through the line.

Description phase! By now you most likely have a general idea of my appearance, for newcomers I’ve got long black hair, am pale enough to fit into the cast of twilight which I am ashamed of, unhealthy tiny at 116 pounds last weigh-in, at 5'8-5'9. To try and turn my pitiful bodily state into a point of attraction, I try to maintain care of my face with various face washes, and creative use of eyeliner. If people are going to think I’m anorexic or something, I might as well look semi-pretty in the process I figure. But enough of that. Tonight I was wearing a pretty dark blue jeans, you could think they were black if you didn’t see them in the light. Very tight too. Black tank top, black zipped hoodie for the brisk October weather, along with a nice blue bra/panty combo. With this outfit I usually wear 2 earrings, a gold moon and a star, but as I might end up running for my life I left those out this time.

So again, we were in line, and as aforementioned halfway up there was a food stand. I got a hot dog and a 1 litre pepsi, and those were gone pretty fast I will say. Now see at this point I hadn’t used the bathroom in a few hours easily, but I didn’t even think about that until all the drinks from the past little while had caught up. By the time we were ¾ of the way up the line I was squirming and inwardly groaning from the typical this-is-the-worst-time-to-need-to-pee realization. I resolved to hold it because again, I’m stubborn, and I didn’t want to lose my place in line next to my friends. I realize I probably would have been let back into my spot, but I didn’t want to take any chances.

We slowly moved up in line, and my need to go slowly got worse, but I didn’t really plan to budge. It was almost an exciting feeling, but as per usual I didn’t really put enough thought into potential consequences. Its something I really need to work on. Anywho, I had my hands stuffed in my pockets and my legs crossed and I’d bounce a little every now and again. At one point Kate asked me what was up and I started bitching about the cold. We got to the end of the line up and it was our group, and another few girls, like 3 others I think for the next go around. I think they let another set of people in every 5 minutes or so.

We got in and I really had to go, but I figured should I stay on my toes I could hold it until the end no problem.

First we went down the trail, pretty spooky. Torches and bridges, people in costumes…I tried to stay relatively quiet and blend in with my friends. One of my friends is a screamer, and the screamers make themselves targets. So I let her take the brunt of the people jumping out of the woodwork as it were. It was all really cool, and went really smoothly for me until the little house filled with zombies. It was wide open, and had a whole strobe light thing going on. One was waiting around the corner of the entrance door and spooked the group with a lunge. Everyone, including me, scattered. Everyone took off, zig zagging through the would-be zombies, through the large barn-like structure, until people found the way out. My luck started to run out around here.

I found the door and escaped. I was alone. I had figured everyone else had gone on ahead. I took a moment to lean against the outside of the house/barn/thing and hold myself, placing my hand between my legs and holding my legs together long enough to take the edge off, and continued on down the trail. I would later find out, as my luck would have it, that I was actually the FIRST out. And not only that, after I had gone off down the trail, everyone else would get out and proceed to head in the wrong direction. The lot of em had to be redirected back onto the trail by a supervisor and the like. I mean…I went in the direction that had a torch on a tree. I thought it was obvious, myself.

Now all of a sudden, I was target number 1. There was actors dressed as ghouls constantly lurking about, being creepy, saying creepy shit, or jumpscaring me. Some of them were really creative, and I loved the costumes, gotta give em props. I tried to play it cool, waving to them and being like “Hi, hows life?”, and just being chill, even though I very obviously wasn’t chill, given the fast walk I had going. My first minor leakage came at the hands of a guy who was hanging. I don’t know how he was alive, or how the engineered it, but the guy hanging from the noose was a living dude. He was legit hanging. Maybe invisible wires or something. Anyway I assumed he was a prop for obvious reasons, and of course he lunged and yelled. I let out a tiny shriek, and felt myself dribble into my underwear. I ran off cursing under my breath.

Eventually I came to another house, larger than the last one. It looked incredibly dark inside. I knew that was probably the gimmick, and walked in. I discovered it was very narrow with winding hallways, in what was basically pitch black darkness. My shaking legs carrying me and my aching bladder, I soldiered on. About a minute in I heard a voice behind me. “Hello? Is anybody there?” She called out a few names I didn’t recognize, but I called out anyway. I waited for this girl to catch up, and she latched onto my arm and told me she lost her friends and was gonna tag along with me. I replied that I was grateful for the company, and I continued on with this girl on my arm. Making nervous and frightened small talk, we continued our way through the winding pitch black maze. Things were going well until a hand came out of a hole in the wall and grabbed my other arm. I let out a sharp noise I can’t really describe, and the other girl shrieked as well, I had assumed in reaction to me. It was simultaneous to the noise I made that I realized I was spurting into my pants. I yanked my hand away from the wall presence and shoved it between my legs, quickly feeling my pee leaving my bladder, saturating my pants and beginning to tickle my inner thighs. I panted, with each pant accentuated with a small alarmed moan, I clenched just about every muscle in my lower body to regain control. The girl, who in the dark has no idea what was happening, questioned if I was alright as I quickly checked relevant areas for dampness, trying to assess how visible any damage might be. I didn’t think it was too bad, the pants being dark and all, and horror trails tending to lack in the light department. My nether regions were certainly damp and I no doubt had a wet patch, but I clenched quickly enough to cease a dangerous spread. I reassured the girl and we continued. At some point I unzipped my hoodie, as the air in the structure was fairly heavy.

Eventually, I could see the glow of an exit, and became excited. The trail wasn’t over, but at least I’d be able to see again. We crept up the incline leading to it, and I exclaimed “Its a good thing to be finally free eh?” to which my companion replied  "Boy, it sure is!“

I will never forget the next moment for the rest of my life.

Something in the way she said that was almost mocking, and I turned to face her, who was still clinging onto my arm and had her head on my shoulder. My escort, who I had presumed to be one of the three other girls who wasn’t part of my friend group, was wearing a tattered white, almost hospitalish gown, and in addition to appearing to be rotted, also appeared to be missing part of her jaw. This really wasn’t the time to get an eyeful of the amazing makeup work done at such close proximity. I think I stood there for a moment with my eyes and face just widening in absolute realization and comprehending terror. I assume she had been near the house and seen I was alone. I gotta give it to the crafty bitch, that was one of the most clever things I’ve ever seen, and I’ve never screamed so loud in my entire life.

I sprinted up, barreling out of the exit door. I tripped, scrambled to my feet, and has my luck would have it, on my way upright I went face first into another chick. Also rotted looking. Wielding a now revving chainsaw. I could hear my evil escort from earlier cackling like mad as a I fell back onto the ground, staring at the chainsaw wielding nurse. I think it was a nurse. Don’t quote me on that. I screamed again as she darted forward with the chainsaw which more than likely had no chain on it, holding it above me. I was screaming, and I then realized, also wetting my pants. I have no idea when it started, probably somewhere around my stumble out of the house, or even my initial scream. All I knew was, I was suddenly wet, and there was a vibrating hiss accompanied by a spreading warmth. Chainsaw lady looked to the sky, laughing and waving the saw around as I attempted to grab myself, pushing my hand and pants into my crotch, resulting in a loud PSSSSSHHHHHH. I could feel my ass becoming absolutely soaked, and I could see the puddle forming underneath me when I looked down. I realized Saw Girl wasn’t looking, and I shot up and took off like a dart, deftly kicking my foot back over my puddle, hopefully covering it. I sure wasn’t sticking around to find out. I ran, and ran around the corner of the trail, spurts of urine shooting out every step. I went off the trail the moment I knew I was out of the sight of ghouls which was pretty quick.

In the relative darkness I leaned against a tree, on the opposite side of said tree where I wouldn’t be seen from the trail. My bladder was panging, as if to say "No” is not an option right now. I could feel my control slipping again, but I couldn’t let that happen! This wasn’t really a situation or attire I could afford a full on accident. I shoved my hands down there again and started frantically crossing my legs, uncrossing, bouncing, moaning and gasping, you name it. I had to get my pants down or something, but as I pulled one hand out and tried to unhook my button, I started peeing my pants again. The hissing returned, and as much as I struggled and whined and frantically tried and failed to open my fly after unhooking the button, it started streaming down my legs.

My ass was becoming soaked, and I could feel the warm trails flowing on my previously relatively untouched legs, dripping onto the autumn leaves underneath me. I moaned loudly as the stream intensified, leaving no part of the backside of my pants, from the cuffs of my legs to the seam of my ass unsoaked.

I tried so hard to stop the flow, finally getting my pants completely undone I shoved a hand into my panties to try and block my pee-hole. Didn’t work out too well…When I leaned over from the strain of the stream and the effort of trying to stop it, the position of my hand redirected the flow frontwards, and now the front of my jeans were becoming even darker than their natural dark blue color; the resounding pssssh of my pee soaking the front of my legs and knees echoing through the forest with the sounds of distant screams. I whined, strained, moaned, criss crossed, my usual dance. But even I knew it was over, as my last move ensured no part of me was getting away unsoaked by the shame of my failing bladder.

My stream slowed to a crawl as my bladder finished emptying. I was in a bit of a pickle now. I finished the trail with a few more screams, staying as far away from light sources as I could. My pants were dark enough that you probably couldn’t tell the difference if I wasn’t next to a torch or light….But given they were certainly over-saturated, even the faintest source of light might have caught a glisten, being drenched and all. I sure hope not.

When I finished the trail, I was informed I was the first out of my group out due to a wrong turn made by others, and that’s when it hit me I had a slight chance to make it out unscathed. I rushed to the parking lot using the same tactics as in the trail, avoiding light like I was a vampire in Florida. The only time I went directly into the light was to rush straight to the car. I had the key, so I managed to pop the trunk and grab my overnight bag. I also grabbed a plastic bag and took off into a porta-potty. I quickly changed out of my pants, panties, and socks, and through on a pair of white undies and a pair of sweats. To seem less suspicious, I also changed from my tank top into a jammie T-shirt I wear. I tossed the wet stuff in a plastic bag, and then the plastic bag into my overnight bag. I then proceeded to wait by the car. Eventually they came back, laughing and giggling, getting the jitters out. Kate immediately noticed my change in attire and yelled “Oi (INSERT MY NAME HERE), you piss your fucking pants?”, laughing and obviously joking around, which got an equally jokey reply in “Nah man, those jeans make my ass look fucking fantastic and all, but too tight and I wanna hit up the comfort game early. Look at the goddamn indent from the button!” I accentuated this by lifting my shirt to show the crater where the button had been digging into my tummy. Continually laughing and carrying on, we went back to Tanya’s place and marathon-ed classic horror movies for the night (Return of the Living Dead is a classic for me.)

As always I hope you enjoyed my tale! Feel free to comment, shoot your thoughts my way, or fire a message at me. Love you all, have a lovely Halloween!~ <3

read-love-write  asked:

What's life like for the dads 5 or 10 years down the road if they ended up with dadsona? (BTW I love how well thought out all your answers are :) you are literally one of my top ten favorite humans) p.s. sorry for sending so many asks

//ahhh thank you so much :) glad you like my writing! it’s no problem, ask away!//

Craig

-You and him are super active, constantly coming up with new workout routines and hitting the gym whenever possible.

-Your vacation spots are always different, exploring new campsites and having new adventures (you’re running out of local options… thinking of quitting your jobs and road tripping across the states! you know this is unreasonable, but still dream of it)

-You are now an assistant coach for Craig’s team, and all of the girls equally love the both of you. The neighborhood moms despise you for snatching their man.

-Craig is glad that you two ended up together. Ever since college, he’s considered you as very special to him.

Brian

-Everything is very chill and relaxed. You and Brian live an easy lifestyle, enjoying yourselves and how far you’ve made it in life.

-You both focus on giving Daisy the best childhood ever, supporting her every step of the way (but without stepping on her tail too often)

-You save up to go to Disney, and it’s the best time ever. You make memories that will last a lifetime, and Brian is forever grateful. He doesn’t know how he landed this amazing of a partner.

Mat

-After a few successful years, Mat’s coffee shop grows. The two of you end up co-owning it after he sees how good you are at business management. You suggest an expansion of the shop, and at first he is hesitant. He doesn’t know if he will be able to handle it. But, after a lot of pleading and reasoning, he gives in. You two start the expansion project excitedly.

-You two spend long days and nights working hard to improve the business, but it’s worth it. It becomes a hit in Maple Bay, and actually attracts a lot of visitors from outside the city. Mat has never been happier, and he thinks that he’s finally found his better half.

-Carmensita is obsessed with you, and easily starts referring to you as “Dad.” She thinks that you’re super nice and cool, and really likes hanging out with you and Mat.

Damien

-He influences you to take on the art of taxidermy, and it’s actually very calming and fun for you.

-Things you two do in your free time include: beautifying the garden, watching new animes, and playing with the dogs at the shelter.

-Once Lucien leaves for college, you send him off with your blessings and both take a deep sigh. “He will do fine,” you assure. “I know,” Damien replies. “I’m so happy that he got to experience your parenthood before he left.” You blush and embrace him. He really appreciates your help.

Hugo

-Though you don’t technically work full time, you’re always volunteering at the high school. Mostly because you want to see Hugo all the time. He loves his job more and more, seeing how wonderful it can be to educate the youth.

-You and him always go to the theater to see the latest romance movies, and Ernest always tags along at the last minute. “What? It’s got a good plot.”

-You’re always visiting museums on the weekends, it basically becomes routine. He grips your hand as you explore the new installments, ecstatic that you enjoy these things as much as he does.

-Hugo’s ex-husband is very supportive of your relationship and is glad that you’re both happy with each other. He attends your wedding later on, congratulating you both with open arms.

Robert

-After about a year of passive friendship, you both finally give in. You love each other, and there’s no denying it.

-On your 5 year anniversary, he surprises you with a fully planned trip to Brooklyn. You meet up with Val and when she sees how happy and healthy her dad is with you, she’s in tears. “I knew he would find the one. I just knew it.” You and her share an awkward hug right in front of Robert.

-At home, you basically live at Robert’s place. You always come over for ‘movies’ and coincidentally end up in his bed every time.

-You still occasionally go bar-hopping, but you both don’t have a single sip of alcohol. You just like the experience. He loves to wrap his arms around you tightly from behind as you walk from bar to bar, bringing you back to the dates when you first met. You both have made it so far.

Joseph

-You two are meant for each other. Joseph feels so complete with you, it’s unreal. After 5 years in a serious relationship with you, he still loves you just as much as he did upon first meeting you. He is truly, genuinely happy.

-He loves to show his love for you, always surprising you with little gifts and trips to nearby vacation spots. Just wants to make sure you have a good time.

-Sometimes gets too worked up about his love for you, and is afraid that you don’t love him back. You often find him praying alone in his room (for a happy relationship), and that’s your cue to be extra lovey-dovey to him for the next few days.

-You find delight in watching all four of his kids grow up, and they accept you as their father.

-You two still hang out with Mary occasionally, who broke up with Joseph on good terms. You work on healing and rebuilding relationships together.

Wanna Bet? (Jared x Reader)

“Hello!! I have another request!! Could this be a Jared x reader agian but like, since Will Roland has confirmed that Jared is Jewish, what if the reader and Jared are forced to hang out during their freshmen year bc they’re family friends and they both hate one another, flash forward ahead and the two are dating by senior year and it’s just fluff. Sweet sugar fluff❤“

I’M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG BHDEHCQHBCCWHJB I AM A MESS also lmao can you tell im bad at naming things (im not sure if this is what you wanted but i got carried away)

@summerkid423

WC: 1,855

Warnings: cussing but you should expect that from me at this point, sweet fluff, also at the beginning reader highkey hates jared sorry, tried to keep it gender neutral but if i slipped up somewhere send me an ask!


Out of all the things you could be doing right now, you were doing the one thing you didn’t want to do. Let’s be honest here, you’re only doing this in the first place because your mom wants you to and there will be food.

What are you even doing that’s so horrendous, you might ask? Well, the answer to that is simple: You’re being forced to go to Jared Kleinman’s house.

This wouldn’t be a problem if Jared Kleinman wasn’t a massive dick. You couldn’t specifically pinpoint what it was about him that you hated. Honestly, it kind of seemed like you hated everything about him. It was always obvious that you and Jared could never cooperate. You truly didn’t understand why your parents would always try to get both of you to be friends. Just because his parents and your parents were friends didn’t mean you had to be friends, right?

So there you were, sitting with your arms crossed in your mother’s car. She had forced you to wear dressy clothes, which you were certainly not happy about. You played on your phone the whole time until you felt the car stop. You looked up to find yourself in the Kleinman’s driveway. You let out a groan but quickly stifled it as you met your mother’s stern gaze.

“(Y/N), you will be polite and respectful. I know you and Jared don’t get along, but I’m sure if you made an effort, you would find that you could be great friends!”

You scoffed. As if that were ever going to happen. You would never be friends with someone like him ever.

You dragged your feet behind your mother as she walked to the front door. Please don’t have Jared open the door, please don’t have Jared open the door, please… You thought tiredly.

You could barely stifle a groan when, against your wishes, Jared was the one who opened the front door. He had a smirk plastered on his face and it took all of your self-control not to punch him. Something about him just irked you, and you didn’t know what it was.

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How Do You Fake Feelings (when you know they're real): Okay, Let’s Do This

Fic Request: Stiles and Lydia fake dating but actually dating in the end

Rating: K+

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Fake Dating!Stydia

Author: holybellamy

Part 2/?

Summary: Lydia meets Jackson at the supermarket, and he is back in town for his wedding. He invites her, and she doesn’t want to go there alone.

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anonymous asked:

can you do a calum imagine where you are kinda unnoticed at school and calum is the soccer player. then he notices you. thanksssss

yw bubba x 


so i m a g i n e yourself being the girl unnoticed. 

It would be an exaggeration to call yourself invisible as you have been in conversation with others and locked eyes with a pair that wasn’t your own. But aside from academic obligations, you weren’t one that many associated themselves. You were the girl who walked quietly in the halls while sound boomed all around you. The girl who barely participated, and when you did, it’d be something so briefly wise but easily forgettable. 

It wasn’t like you minded it too much, considering you did have some friends. You just weren’t as lively as them and didn’t put yourself out there. You didn’t really want to. Big crowds that fuse with other big crowds to make an even bigger crowd. It didn’t play out well in the anxiety chamber of your heart, but you were intrigued in others that resided in such a clique. 

Such as Calum Hood, for example. 

Calum Hood would have to be one of the most tolerable, overrated boys in the school. He was tooth-rottingly kind with such a beautiful toothy smile and precious dimples. He always spoke with such fondness over things he was passionate about such as music and soccer. He was everyone’s favorite person, even if he hasn’t engaged himself with everyone. 

He hasn’t engaged himself with you. 

But one day, you spontaneously found yourself on the top row of the bleachers outside of the institution. It was a gym day and the coach decided to allow you all to enjoy your time outside as it was nice and warm. And as much as you would run around like an idiot, you deemed this as a cheat day and chose to sit out. Which was fine with your coach and your friends as they went off to act cutesy with the jocks. So you just plopped in your headphones and blasted your music. 

You studied the field, seeing everyone playing with sports items or running around, their voices booming with pure glee and laughter. It was nice to see a sight of your classmates seeming so free. It was straight out of a cliche movie scene. But then your eyes wandered too long and somehow locked themselves in a pair of chocolate colored eyes. You widened them to realize it was Calum’s. 

His dark caramel skin was glistening brightly from sweat, his eyebrows furrowed some. His fairly big nose crinkled a bit, his eyes still bore into yours. You could see in your periphery that he was kicking one of his soccer balls back and forth his feet, keeping it from the ground while still studying you. You didn’t understand why, but you decided to break the gaze. 

He probably wasn’t even looking at me, you thought. But it definitely seemed like it. 

As soon as you diverted your eyes down to your phone, Calum quickly tossed his ball up to his hands and handed it to one of his teammates. The girls that were ogling him paid him adieu, pure confusion as to where he was going. You hadn’t known it just yet, but he was headed your way, purely intrigued in your entity. 

You felt vibrations shake the bleachers you sat on, ignoring it some as the footsteps marched upon the metallic seating carelessly. Before you knew it, a shadow was cast over you, having you raise an eyebrow before tilting your head up. Then, just like that, Calum T. Hood was stood before you on the row before yours, still taller than you. 

“Hm?” You hummed, revealing a puzzled expression as you looked up at the dashing man’s face before you. “D’you need anything?” 

“You’re in our grade, right?” Calum asked quietly, looking at you curiously as he shook the hem of his soccer jersey. You merely nodded. “What’s your name?” 

“Y/N,” you said simply. “And you’re Calum Hood.” 

“Right,” Calum replied, a cheeky smile playing at his lips. Your heart stopped momentarily, finding that brief smile incredibly heartwarming. “Can I ask what you’re listening to?” Calum plopped a seat beside you to your right, having you chuckle awkwardly before wiggling the phone around. 

“Just this song by Jaymes Young,” you said simply, coughing a bit before singing a bit of the tune for the boy. “The brightness of the sun, will give me just enough…” 

To bury my love,” Calum continued, having you widen your eyes before completely turning over to look at Calum. His voice… it was so nice, so gentle. “In the moondust… I love that song.” 

“Yeah?” You breathed, pleasantly surprised by this fact. Calum nodded, his smile wide and inviting as you felt your cheeks get a tiny bit hot. “You’re the first person I’ve met to actually know this song.” 

“Really?” Calum asked in reply, having you nod as he shrugged. “Some people don’t have taste.” 

“Completely agreed,” you said with a huff, having Calum chuckle as you giggled with him. 

“You know, Y/N,” Calum began, coughing sheepishly as he looked distantly at your class enjoying their gym time. “I’ve seen you around for a while now, but I never got to catch your name. I asked around but nobody had a name for your face, and its made me curious ever since about you. You don’t seem socially anxious or anything…” 

“Ah, I just don’t put it any energy to be recognized,” you said simply. “People are effort, you see.” 

“Understandable,” Calum began, smirking a bit as he continued to look forward. “Well, would you put any effort in allowing me to get to know you?” 

“What, like friends?” 

“Yes,” Calum replied, looking over to you. You flushed a bit, seeing how the sun kissed his skin lovingly and blinked. You wondered why a guy like himself would be doing to desire getting to know a girl like yourself. But you saw it as a kind opportunity, seeing as Calum is such a kind person, and he did willingly approach you out of interest. 

“Alright then, Hood,” you announced, offering your hand out. “Friends.” 

“Friends,” Calum agreed, the two of you exchanging smiles as his large hand took yours and shook it excitedly. 


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Come On Baby, Light My Fire (Part 8)

It’s Firefighter Friday, and guess what that means?!

The lovely @xerxia31 asked: Since you’re writing each chapter of Come on Baby, Light my Fire based on word prompt asks, I humbly submit: coitus.  (Oh come ON, you know we’re all thinking it!!!)

And a not so subtle Anon (*cough cough* you don’t fool me, I know who you are) asked: here’s a word prompt for ya - SEXUAL INTERCOURSE 😎 

Does this count as spoilers? Who cares, you all know it’s what you want. Thanks everyone for falling in love with this story as much as I have! Story RATED E from here on out.

Word prompts - Obviously, I’ll write ones that aren’t on that list as well.


Part 1: Grapholagnia

Part 2: Neighbors/We meet again

Part 3: Callipygian

Part 4: Apodyopis

Part 5: Gymnophoria

Part 6: Mamihlapinatapei

Part 7: Basorexia


When I open my eyes, it is to the comfort of human closeness. My room is bathed in a rosy morning glow, a gentle breeze wafting over my cheek, and feet tangled with my mine. I blink and stare at the mass taking up half my bed. He’s got one arm thrown over his head, his hair a savage mess. And he’s already awake, blue eyes clear and focused on me.

“Good morning,” he says, voice hoarse with the last dregs of sleep.

“Morning,” I answer.

“Did you sleep alright?”

“Yeah, I did.”

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You're Worth It

Prompt: Could you please write a Derek Morgan from criminal minds oneshot where the readers on the team&they’ve gone out for a few months & she’s always really flirty and stuff but is a Virgin so when he kinda hints about having sex &stuff she like pushes him away a bit and finds more reasons to like avoid him during the day and he’s worried she doesn’t like him anymore and stuff&it leads to a fight but they make up once he understands shes self conscious about how she looks&a Virgin?leave the rest to u

Rating: Mature
Pairing: Derek Morgan/Reader
Word Count: 1,680
Warnings: Reader is self-conscious, virgin!reader, self-hate, there’s an argument between reader and Derek, & swearing.
Author’s Note: So, I decided not to put any smut in it, there’s an obvious but brief description that they did the frick frack but nothing in depth. I hope you enjoy anon!

I’m so bad at naming my fics, it’s ridiculous! 
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“So, we get Henry to bed and we’re finally getting some mommy and daddy alone time when… you all know the rest.” JJ was telling the team how her night was going as everyone listened with amused smiles.

You were sitting next to your boyfriend of 6 months, Derek Morgan, when he made his sexual comment.

“Ooo trying to dust off the old cobwebs.” His arm slyly wrapped around your waist as he said it and Garcia hit him.

“Hey, inappropriate comment, sir.” She said jokingly, making you all laugh before she offered to babysit so JJ and her husband could have a vacation.

“Speaking of cobwebs, my pipes could use a good cleaning.” He whispered in your ear playfully, you gave him a small smile but shied away from his touch, thankful at that moment Hotch called you all into the conference room for the recent case.

It wasn’t unusual for Derek and you to flirt with each other but just when things turned the least bit sexual you shied away and backed out, letting yourself go quiet. It wasn’t because you weren’t attracted to your boyfriend, it was very much the opposite of that, but you were very self conscious about the way you looked. Ever since you were younger you never really thought of yourself as attractive and maybe that was the reason you were still a virgin at this age. Derek didn’t know about any of that, of course, you were afraid that if you told him he wouldn’t want you anymore, you still were amazed that he even wanted to be with you.

As you were briefed on the case you could feel Derek’s eyes on you, you tried not to make eye contact but you ended up looking at him anyway, he looked confused and a bit… worried?

“Alright, wheels up in 20.” Hotch finished, walking out of the room. Everyone began leaving behind him and you tried to get out quickly but as luck has it you and Derek were the last ones.

“Can I talk to you?” He asked

“Uh, yeah, sure.” You answered nervously.

He waited until everyone was out of earshot before speaking.

“Is everything ok with us?”

“Yeah, of course it is.”

“I just feel that sometimes you distance yourself from me.”

“I’m sorry I make you feel that way but everything is fine, promise.” You felt so bad for lying to him like this but the truth would have been worse to deal with.

“Okay, come here.” He grabbed your hand gently and pulled you to him, he wrapped you in a hug before he leaned down, catching your lips in a quick kiss.
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“Anyone up for some food?” Rossi asked the team as you all came back from your recent case.

There were a mumble of answers that came from each of your mouths.

“I’m guessing that’s a universal no.”

“Are you going straight home?” Derek asked as you put some papers into your bag from your desk.

“Yeah, I am so tired I’m barely keeping my eyes open right now.”

“How about I drive you, don’t want you falling to sleep at the wheel.” You looked at him for a second thinking about it. You and Derek. Alone. In a car together where many things could happen.

“Uh, it’s fine, I’ll be okay.” You turned back to your desk and you heard him sigh, you could tell that it was his annoyed and frustrated sigh.

“What is going on with you, why are you distancing yourself from me?” You glanced around the room to see that almost everyone had already left out, which means there was no making an excuse to get away from this conversation.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Derek.” You were trying to make a quick getaway by rushing past him but he followed behind you and caught your arm. He quickly led you into an empty office where he slammed the door.

“Don’t give me that bullshit, _____, you’ve been finding more and more ways to avoid me! Is it something that I did, do you not want to be with me anymore?!" 

"What, no, Derek, it’s not you–”

“Oh, great, now you’re going to give me the It’s not you it’s me conversation!” He scoffed and turned away from you, trying to calm himself down.

“Well what do you want me to tell you then, Derek!” When he looked back at you you could see the pain and frustration in his eyes.

“The truth, that’s all I want!”

He wanted the truth, fine, here it was.

“I’m a virgin and I despise the way I look, there, there’s the truth!” You couldn’t meet his eyes and he didn’t say anything so you finished what you were going to say.

“Any type of anything sexual makes me nervous and yes I know I’m a huge flirt but I have never gotten anywhere past that because I’m so self-conscious about what I look like and you’re absolutely gorgeous, I have no idea why you’re even interested in me.”

There was a couple of minutes of silence before either of you said anything. He was the first to speak.

“I’m with you because I love who you are, everything isn’t all about looks, _____, but I think you’re beautiful. Why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin?" 

"I was ashamed, a lot of people my age aren’t virgins, Derek. Guys that I’ve gone out with before you didn’t want me because I was a virgin, they didn’t want to be responsible for taking it or they didn’t want me to get clingy. So, I stopped saying anything to the men I dated but I never went past kissing then… you came into my life and I fell in love with you–I just didn’t want to scare you off because of my issues.” You shifted on your feet and crossed your arms feeling embarrassed.

“______, sweetheart, nothing is going to scare me away from you. I want to work through this with you, I want to be with you every step of the way until you see yourself the way I see you.” As he talked he walked closer until he was right in front of you, his hands reaching out and rubbing up and down the top of your arms.

“Hey,” You looked up, your eyes reaching his dark brown ones. “I love you and I’m with you every step of the way, okay?” You nodded, feeling relived that you finally told him but you knew that the next days, weeks or months were going to be hard.

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5 Months Later 

“Are you excited for this weekend?” Derek asked, threading his fingers with yours as you made your way to one of the many properties he owned. 

So far there was no case and it looked like your weekend would be free but there was always something, for the moment though, you and Derek decided to take a little trip for the weekend. Just he and you and this time you weren’t nervous about being alone with him. 

The past few months were spent with you building yourself up instead of tearing yourself down, the first time you looked in the mirror and called yourself beautiful you broke down and cried because you didn’t believe it to be true but you kept up with the exercise, started thinking more positively and with Derek making you feel like you were his world you got over your fear and began really loving yourself and all of your flaws. They were what made you, you.

Which is why, if this weekend went okay with no cases, you would be surprising him with something special.

“I’m very excited.” You smiled as he kissed the back of your hand.
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“______, what are you doing up there, are we watching this movie?” Derek yelled up the stairs before going back into the kitchen.

You came down the stairs soon after in Derek’s old button up shirt, you had a bra and pantie lingerie set on underneath it, you were going to give him the surprise of his life.

“I don’t want to watch the movie anymore.” You stood in the entryway of the kitchen with a small smile on your face.

“Then what would you like to– whoa.” His face showed blatant surprise when he turned to look at you but as he took in your a smile spread on his face.

“Well, look at you.”

“Yeah, look at me.” You giggled coming closer and sat on the counter.

“Are you going to keep staring or are you going to come over here?” With those words he came straight over to you, putting one arm around you while his hand gripped the back of your knee, bringing you closer to him, you wrapped your arms around his neck and met his lips.

“Wait, wait, are you sure you want to do this?”

“I’ve never been more sure.” You placed your lips back on his and you let out a laugh as he picked you up, easily carrying you to the bedroom.
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You both were waken up by the sound of your phone ringing loudly, you refused to get up, you were exhausted and a little sore so you just lied there ignoring it. It wasn’t until Derek woke up and reached across you to get it that it stopped.

“Hello?” His sleep laden voice asked and you heard the familiar voice of JJ on the other side.

“Yeah, yeah got it, we’ll be there.” He hung up before wrapping an arm around your middle to bring you closer, he kissed the side of your neck and you sighed contently.

“I don’t want to get up.”

“I know, me either.”

After being briefed about the case on the jet you decided to take a nap, as you laid yourself out on the couch you heard JJ laugh.

“Long night?" 

"Very, didn’t get much sleep,” You gave Derek a playful glare and all he did was chuckle. “But it was worth it.”

Title: World Exposition of Tomorrow (fem! reader x Prewar! Bucky)

Summary: After helping get Steve out of trouble, the reader finally meets the famous Bucky Barnes that Steve had always been talking about.

Word Count: 1458

A/N: AH FREAKIN PREWAR STEVE AND BUCKY MAKE MY HEART MELT. Enjoy!!

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Gravity Falls - Mabel’s Mind Palace

I read somewhere on Tumblr that Mabel and Dipper are technically geniuses for their age, as Dipper was doing complicated math and Mabel could make amazing art sculptures. So I have this headcanon that Mabel is actually really good at using memory techniques, as creativity is actually a big part of these techniques, which would make her just as smart if not better than Dipper at retaining information, as I’d imagine Dipper takes rote learning very seriously. Also this would be future Pines twins going to the same college and taking the same upper-division Psychology course. [Somewhat of a BBC Sherlock reference]

Most information and quotes either come from my own experience and research or from Kevin Horsley’s UNLIMITED MEMORY: How to Use Advanced Learning Strategies to Learn Faster, Remember More and be More Productive.


[ Chapter 1 ] || [ Chapter 2 ] || [ Chapter 3 ] || [ Chapter 4 ] || [ Chapter 5 ] || [ Chapter 6 ] || [ Chapter 7 ] || [ Chapter 8 ] || [Chapter 9 - FINAL CHAPTER]


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Catching Up For Lost Time

Request: Hello there! I’m re-reading your stories and oh my god they’re soon good I can’t even describe it! I saw that requests are open so could you write something with bucky where he mets the reader while she’s working in a old theatre for old movies or she’s just love to go there because it’s her quiet secret place, deferent from all of her friends. At first it’s strange but kind of turns into fluff. every week they meet but once she didn’t show up because something happened in the street nearby and he helps/saves her? It would be awesome! if you don’t want to write it it’s alright!!! Take care of yourself and thank you for your amazing work! <3 

@italwaysendsinafightcap thank you so much for this request, I twisted it a little but kept the main elements, I had so much fun writing this and I hope you like it!


Bucky Barnes x reader

Warning: swearing, mentions of death, intentions of rape and killing, protective!Bucky, fluff, somewhat angst

All credit goes to Marvel

Word count: 2.3k


            The best part about your job was that it was never busy. It was practically a ghost town with tumbleweeds. But it made sense, you only showed old movies compared to all the other theaters with current movies, fancy seats, and serving actual food. Your boss was never in, and when he was, it was for 2 hours to restock the candy cabinets. More often than not, you’d find yourself tucked away in the back of one of the showcase rooms, trying to get as comfortable as possible on the old, worn in seats. You were never a fan of old movies, you thought they boring, but you practically knew them by heart after watching them time and time again. It was better than sitting at the front desk all day when you knew for a fact that no one ever came in. Besides, you preferred the quiet and the alone time when you were working here. You’d often make up excuses about your boss wanting you to work Friday nights, when your friends wanted to go clubbing and you didn’t have the energy or interest needed.

           However, on one particular day, you were in cinema 8, watching Psycho, when a man came in. He had a cap pulled over his head, but you could see brown locks peeking out from underneath is. He was wearing a heavy jacket and jeans. But what really caught your attention, was the metal hand, illuminated by the movie.

           There was the Winter Soldier, James Buchanan Barnes, and he was looking right at you. Nervousness panged through you as he approached. “Can I sit with you? It looks like we could both use a little company.” You weakly nodded at him and he sat. “Usually no one’s ever here. I just sit in a theater, watching all the movies that play. I put some money in the tip jar to pay, I’d feel too guilty if I didn’t.”

           “We must be sitting in different cinemas then,” he looked at you with confusion. “I work here, but it’s usually empty, so I spend my days watching the movies. I could probably recite the entire scripts by now,” you sniggered. You saw the corners of Bucky’s mouth quirk up. “What brings you here? Shouldn’t you be out saving the day?”

           “I guess you could say I’m trying to make up for lost time. I know everything from the 1910’s to the 1940’s, but everything in between then and now is a blank. I figured movies would be somewhat of a primary source of what I missed. There’s only so many newspapers from the 1970’s you can get your hands on,” He joked. You laughed a little. “So tell me a little.”

           “Oh, um, this is called Psycho. It came out in 1960 and Alfred Hitchcock-“ Bucky’s laugh cut you off.

           “No, I mean about you. What’s got you tied down here?”

           “Oh,” before you could stop yourself, words were spewing out of your mouth before your mind could process them. “Well I’m 24 years old, I can’t afford college because my parent’s were killed when I was 10 and I was put in multiple foster homes until I aged out of the system and ever since I’ve been working here, trying to scrape up enough money to put myself through school again and I spend most of my time here even when I don’t have to because I hate going home, oh my name’s Y/N by the way. So tell me about you.” Bucky stared at you in utter shock as you clasped your hands together in your lap, looking at him expectantly. He continued staring at you for a little longer, and stuttered over his words as he tried to come up with what to say.

           “Well since we’re going deep here and you can read all the basic things about me in a museum, I’m Bucky, I’m 99 years old, and I fell out of a train when I was 29 and I was taken by the scientific branch of the Nazis, HYDRA, who then experimented on me, cut my arm off, and made me do a lot of really, really bad things that still haunt me today and I still wake up nearly every night, screaming and in a pool of my own sweat but it always feels like blood to me. I’m a really fucked up old man, Y/N. I can’t look at someone who looks similar to someone I’ve killed and honestly, I’m really glad you don’t look familiar because I probably would’ve ran out of here before you even noticed I was here.” He stopped talking and let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Now it was your turn to stare at him, stunned. He cleared his throat before you could respond. “So, the movie?”

           “Right! Came out in 1960, directed by Alfred Hitchcock, he directed a lot of other movies like this that I can play for you whenever you want. This movie really helped shape modern horror movies. It’s based on a guy named Ed Gein, a serial killer in Wisconsin in the 1950s who inspired a lot of other movies, as well. It was nominated for four academy awards.” Bucky nodded, and you watched the movie in silence, until he quickly stood up.

           “Y/N, it was great meeting you, duty calls. I’ll see you around.” Bucky doesn’t know why, but he leaned down and placed a kiss on your cheek. He heard your breath hitch in his throat and he immediately pulled away, and walking out without another word. You sat in your seat, stunned once more by Bucky Barnes, and you still felt his kiss lingering on your cheek.


           Days passed, you set up a bunch of different movies in different cinemas. Cinema 1&2 was playing movies from the 1950s. Cinema 3&4 was playing 1960s. Cinema 5&6 was 1970s and so on. You couldn’t even go and watch a movie like you usually had. You were constantly staring out the windows, waiting for Bucky to walk in. You couldn’t deny it anymore; he was all you had been thinking about since that day watching Psycho. The way he carried himself would lead anyone to believe that he was the most confident person they had ever met. The way he so willingly opened up to you and didn’t seem to regret it. The way you so easily opened up to him. Would it be insane and cliché to say you felt a connection with him, an Avenger?

           You knew he had priorities, responsibilities, saving the world and all that. You didn’t even exchange numbers, so calling him was out of the question. Looking at the clock, you had realized that you had spent one more day, obsessing over James Buchanan Barnes. You grabbed your bag and your keys, locking the theater doors behind you on your way out. The sky was getting dark and you pulled your hood over your hair in preparation for the rain. Little did you know, about half a mile into your walk home, you were being watched, but by two sets of eyes.


           “Natasha, you got eyes on the target?” Steve asked over the comm. Today was an undercover mission. That meant plain clothes, baseball caps, sunglasses, the likes. The whole team except Bruce, Vision, and Thor were on it, figuring the three of them would be too obvious if something went wrong, especially Banner. And Vision, because, well, he doesn’t exactly blend in.

           “I’ve had eyes on him for the past four minutes, Steve.”

           “Cap, I got a clear shot, you want me to take it?” Clint called from the top of a building, his body hidden by three feet of cement wall.

           “Not yet, wait for lower population. We don’t want many witnesses. Fire only when necessary. Got it?”

           “Loud and clear.” There were six pairs of eyes on the man they were about to take down, until a figure caught Bucky’s eyes. It was Y/N, leaving the theater. The hood of her baby pink sweatshirt hiding her features, but he could see strands of hair that weren’t hidden away. He recognized her bag, he had seen it sometimes when he’d go to watch a movie. He thought it was just left there for a while, he hadn’t yet put together that someone had to be playing the movies. He was distracted by her, his heart suddenly yearned for her and how comfortable he felt around her. He hadn’t opened up to someone that quickly besides from Steve and she wasn’t scared off from it. He was the one who was scared. Scared that one day, he’d hurt her the way he hurt so many others.

           “Cap, he’s on the move.” Natasha said, warning Steve. Bucky’s eyes snapped to the man, and his eyes locked in on the faint outline of a gun in his pocket, not-so-hidden behind his sports jacket. That wasn’t the worst part, he was following Y/N.

           “Don’t take the shot.” He ordered.

           “No, you need to take it right this second.” Bucky growled.

           “Buck, I said no! We have to wait until the right moment.”

           “This is the right moment! Oh, fuck it!” Buck ripped his ear piece out and sprinted into a run, exerting himself to his maximum extent. The man grabbed Y/N and dragged her to an alley, putting the gun to the back of her head while grabbing one of her arms and pinning it behind her back. Bucky’s blood was boiling and he was sure his team-mates were shouting his name in protest and that Steve and Fury were going to give him hell for jeopardizing the mission, but he couldn’t care less. He didn’t want to lose Y/N, he didn’t plan on letting her go anytime soon.

           “What do you want from me?” She cried out.

           “What? Your parents never told you that the same man who killed them in cold blood would come back for you too?” He laughed, venom dripping from his lips and you felt the all-too-familiar pang at your heart at the topic of your parents’ murder.

           The man had Y/N pinned with her stomach to a cold brick wall. “Y’know… I was just going to kill you, but you’re so pretty, why let a good thing to go to waste?” His hands began sliding their way up to the waistline of her leggings and Y/N let out a whimper. “Just remember, this is mommy and daddy’s fault.”

           She thought she saw a shadow come over her and the disgusting man behind her, but she couldn’t be too sure. Her head hurt from being slammed again the brick. She closed her eyes and let out another whimper.

           “Not a chance, pal.” You heard the familiar voice ring through the air and then the click of a gun. The man who had you pinned released you to whip around to the voice, momentarily taking the gun off you. However, never in a million years was he expecting the Winter Soldier behind him, eyes stony and filled with repressed rage. “Close your eyes, doll.” You did as instructed, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach at the nickname because holy hell this was not the right time.

           You flinched when you heard a sudden crunch and a body drop to the floor. “Keep ‘em closed, you don’t want to see it.” You let out a yelp in surprise as he lifted you off the ground, one of his arms locking underneath your legs and the other supporting your upper body. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck, tucking your face into his chest. You heard people calling his name but his hand left your shoulder momentarily and the voices and the crunching of gravel underneath people’s shoes stopping. Then, you felt yourself being lowered, feeling your feet touching the ground and Bucky’s arms steadying you. You opened your eyes and found yourself staring at Bucky’s steely blue ones. Concern was written across his features. Before he could get a single word out, Steve jogged up to you guys, Natasha at his heels.

           “Is she hurt?” He asked, his features masking Bucky’s.

           “No,” You breathed out. “Bucky got there before he could do any worse. I just have a headache.”

           “We’ll have Banner check her out back at the tower for any concussions or other injuries to be sure. Let’s get her to the quinjet.” Steve and Natasha walked off, leaving you and Bucky standing in the wake of what could’ve been the most painful thing, for the both of you, even if either of you were aware of each other’s feelings for each other, but after Bucky genuinely feeling scared of losing you, he had to take a shot in the dark.

           “After all this is set and done, how about a movie or two?”

           “Well, I didn’t spend a week playing a bunch of iconic movies for nothing.” You smiled and pulled him in for a kiss, momentarily forgetting the ache in your head and what had just happened. Bucky was never going to let you get hurt again. Not on his watch.

Business (M - Yoongi)

*I kinda want this lol*

-Requests Closed-

Word Count: 1760 words


You were lying down on the sofa, lazily watching TV. Your husband still wasn’t home, working at a large law firm. He usually had a lot of meetings, some of which are surprise meeting that left you without a husband until 12am.

You sighed in relief when you heard your door open and he immediately called you.

“Babe?!” He walked in, his suit still looking fresh as if he just put it on. You loved that suit, he’s pretty damn sexy in business attire.

“Yes, Yoongi?”

“You made it.” You stare at him in disbelief, he couldn’t be serious.

“Wait-WHAT?”

“Are you trying to make me deaf? I said you got the job, Y/N.” You sat up, letting him sit next to you.

“Oh my freaking God.”

“You start on Friday, I can’t wait. But let’s set some ground rules.” You almost groan, sometimes he was more like your parents than your husband.

“Yoongi, I’m not a defiant teenager, I’m grown.”

“But that doesn’t change the fact that the guys at my-I mean our-company aren’t thirsty douchebags. Don’t dare try to trust one, no matter how nice he may seem.”

“Yoongi, you sound absolute crazy. Like one of those crazy men that you see when you’re hiking and tries to tell you that there’s some crazy murderer.”

“Well in horror movies, who’s usually right in the end?”

“Yoongi, most of the time it’s either the crazy man who kills them or everyone dies.”

“You don’t watch enough horror movies, then.”

“I think I’ve watched one too many.” You were definitely scared of horror movies, being the easily frightened type and you thought Yoongi loved that about you.

He loved to scare you, that is. You weren’t sure whether he scares you so you could cling onto his body or he enjoyed your scared reaction to his little scared that he sets up.

Either way, you wanted them to end but you knew that wasn’t happening anytime soon.

“The fact of the matter is, you’re my wife and I’m willing to kick any guy’s ass for trying to flirt with you.”

“They’re not going to flirt with me, Yoongi.”

“They’ll think your ring is just an accessory. Guys think with their lower head, not the one up here.”

“And what makes you so different?”

“I’m a genius, babe. I think with both, speaking of which. My lower head had some thoughts, care to hear them?”

“Of course.” He leaned in to kiss you, his tongue licking your lips before exploring your mouth. He was on top of you easily, taking his usual dominant position.

It wasn’t long before you were bouncing on him, screaming his name so long you were sure the neighbours on your street knew his name. He only encouraged you to be louder, thrusting his hips into yours and you press your hand against his chest.

Climaxing came soon after, resulting in you cuddling up to Yoongi. He kissed your head, mumbling about how much he loved you before drifting asleep.


“Wake. Up.”

“5 more minutes.”

“That’s what you said 10 minutes ago.”

“I promise.”

“Babe, it’s your first day and we’re going to be late. Get your cute ass up.”

“Yah! Did you just spank me?”

“You didn’t mind when I did it last night.”

“Y-Yoongi..!”

“Come on.” You got up, feeling extremely lazy while doing simple tasks and Yoongi watched in annoyance. He rushed you to the car after eating and you were also annoyed.

“Hey, Princess. Pick up the pace, will ya?”

“You’re so insensitive.”

“I should have left you, then. You wouldn’t want to be with someone so insensitive, right?”

“Were you always this much of a dick or did I not notice?”

“Wow, haven’t heard that one in a long time. So glad you’ve brought that back, baby. If I knew you were going to turn this bitchy, I could have spared myself the oxygen.”

“Honestly, go fuck yourself.”

“Gladly.” You arrived at the building, the tall structure covered in glass never failed to intimidate you. You felt jittery, all these sudden nerves infesting your mind.

“Yoongi-”

“Is that you, Min?”

“Namjoon, of course it’s me. Who else could it be?”

“Confident as always and who’s this pretty lady?”

“None of your business, Kim.”

“Alright but we need to rush. There’s a meeting today again, Min.”

“Shit.” He looked to you, seeing you were still upset with him and shot you a sympathetic look.

“I know, okay but I’ll see you for lunch. Promise.”

“Fine.”

“That’s my girl.” He kissed you quickly before parting ways with you, leaving you to navigate around the building. You absentmindedly walked into someone, causing them to drop all their sheets.

“Goddamn it.”

“S-Sorry.”

“Oh-hey, are you new around here?”

“Yeah, I just started today.” He looked kind, not giving off the douchebag vibe Yoongi wanted you to expect. Maybe you were right about him being delusional.

“No wonder you looked so lost, haha. Do you need a tour guide, I’ll lend you my services. Free of charge.”

“What’s the catch?”

“One lunch with me, unfortunately.”

“I think I could manage that.” He smiled at you cutely and you ended up smiling back.

“I’m Jimin, by the way.”

“Y/N.”

“Wow, everything about you is beautiful. Even your name.” Was he flirting with you?

“Thanks.”

“Now, let’s start this tour.” He explained where everything was, the dynamic of each section and where you were supposed to be. You were in the IT part of the building, making sure the system was up and running on every computer.

“Pretty with a smart brain. Aren’t you little miss perfect?”

“Jimin, it’s not that big of a deal.”

“I guess this concludes our tour, but now it’s onto lunch. Come on.” You followed him to the cafeteria, your eyes wandering to the seemingly endless food choices.

You settled for chicken parmesan, not letting your indecisiveness get the better of you. You two went up to the rooftop, eating happily. His thighs brushed against yours but you thought it was unconsciously, just letting go.

“You know, you’re really pretty.”

“Thank you.”

“I want you to show me how thankful you really are.” His hand was on your thigh now, caressing it and you pushed it off.

“I’m not that thankful.”

“Now, Y/N, don’t be shy. I promise I won’t bite too hard. Wouldn’t want to leave a hickey on this perfect skin of yours.”

“Stop, J-Jimin.” He leaned in, you closing your eyes to hope he would back but you felt a sudden breeze and a loud thud.

“Y-Yoongi?”

“Fucking asshole. Trying to pull moves on my wife, dickwad?”

“You’re married?”

“Her ring is not a goddamn decoration, if that’s what you thought dipshit.”

“Yoongi-” He just grabbed your wrist, pulling you along until you were in the room where all previous cases and records are. He locked the door, pushing you in first and you backed up.

“I was mad, okay and forgot that we were supposed to have lunch.”

“Didn’t I warn you, babe? The nice guys are still douchebags and he put his filthy hand on you. I should have made him bleed.”

“Yoongi-”

“Don’t bother. I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll lose your goddamn voice.” He growled and kissed you harshly. The metal bars of the shelves pressed into your back and he pushed you back further. You cry out from that, your back hurting for the bar being wedged in.

“Yoongi.”

“You like it when his thigh touched yours, didn’t you?”

“A-ah.”

“It turned you on knowing someone else wanted to touch you, you dirty little girl.”

“N-No.”

“Don’t even try to lie to me, babe. I know you.” He pushed up your skirt, revealing the garter belt you were wearing. Your lace panties looked amazing against the see through garter and he didn’t hesitate to tear off your panties.

“Y-Yoongi.”

“Look at how fucking wet you are.” He swiped your pussy, showing you his fingers glistening in your juices and you had to bite your lip.

He slid two fingers inside you, telling you just how tight you were. He nibbled on your ear while you moaned his name. It excited him more, knowing that nobody could hear their name being moaned by you like his name was.

There was nobody that made you soak your panties faster than him, and he fucking loved that. He unbuttoned your blouse and lifted your bra over your chest, revealing your breasts.

“Are you really that horny? With your pretty little nipples all hard for me.” His free hand twisted and pinched your nipple, getting a rise out of you.

“Yoongi-ah-h.”

“You like that?”

“Y-Yes.” He smirked, repeating the process alongside fingering you. He started kissing your neck, not caring about where his hickey was and it was a bruise on your skin. He left some more on your breasts and collarbone before pulling away.

“Y-Yoongi.”

“Fuck.” He pulled his fingers out of you, licking up every drop of you off his fingers and pushing you against the copier in the room.

“Please.”

“Tell me how much you want it.”

“Please give me y-your thick cock, I need i-it.” The tip teased your clit while you begged and he complied with your request.

“Fuck.”

“N-Nghh.” He entered you from behind, your back arched and his hand on your hips. You moaned louder, he always had the ability to make you scream on top of your lungs. He didn’t go as fast as he usually did, not wanting to alert anyone of what was going on in there.

“Y-Yoongi.”

“How could you be so naughty, babe?”

“F-Fuck.” He slapped your ass on every syllable, adding more pleasure to your body. He held you by your hips, sometimes stopping so you could feel all of him inside you.

“G-God-Yoongi.”

“Shit, babe.”

“Please..I want to c-cum.” He didn’t say anything but, his actions spoke for him. You felt him thrust deeper, wanting you to feel the tip of his cock pushing against your g-spot. His fingers also found your clit, playing with it in hopes to sending you over the edge.

You came, your legs shaking while it occurred and he came as well with the clenching of your walls around him. He pulled out, pulling the condom off him and hiding it in the garbage.

“This is only your first day, baby.”

~Admin Blake

Beat the Clock

Rucas one shot because I’m still pissed about the Christmas episode. Lucas tries to make it home before midnight on New Years so he can give Riley her present. 

Lucas had been fidgeting on the plane. He had no idea if Riley had gotten or even read his letter to her. He felt horrible about missing secret santa. Zay had called and told him everything about all of the really awesome gifts everyone had gotten each other. Lucas had two very special gifts set aside for Riley that he was dying to give her. He did a bad thing. He didn’t tell her he would be gone. This was the first time he had gone back to Texas in two years for the Holidays. His parents thought it would be fun to surprise him and his sister at the last minute. He barely had time to tell anyone.

It was around 11pm when they landed in New York. His family was exhausted from the flight. Lucas gave the man driving the cab Riley’s address, and then his house’s address. 

“This isn’t the way home. Lucas we told you, you can see Riley tomorrow.” His mother said.

“Mom I’m sorry, I have to go see her.”

“I’ll go with him, I’m meeting some friends tonight anyways. You old farts go home, I’ll make sure he gets back fine.” Said his sister Jenna.

They got to Riley’s and Lucas raced upstairs and his sister followed. No one was inside the apartment anymore.

“Where is everyone?”

“What time is it?”

“Five of.”

“I bet they’re all on the roof! Come on!”

Lucas burst through the roof top door and saw everyone mingling and waiting for the countdown to start. Maya was standing near him.

“Ranger rick, you made it. Real difference from last year right?”

“No time, where is she?”

“Over there, looks like she saved a spot next to her for you.”

Lucas walked with a purpose over to Riley. 10. He turned her around. 9. She seemed shocked. 8. She went to say his name, but he took her face in his hands. 7. He kissed her. 6. Everyone was staring at them. He would not let go of this kiss until after the ball dropped. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Happy New Year!

He let go of her and smiled innocently. She just looked at him, still in shock that he made it there in time.

“Lucas, why-”

“Sorry, I just wanted to end and start the year in a good way.”

“By kissing me in front of everyone? Like that?”

“Aren’t you a little happy to see me?”

“I’m a lot happy to see you.” She hugs him. “Come on, we need to talk.”

“You wanna do this now?”

“No time like the present. We can go to my room.”

“Will your parents appreciate that, it being so late?”

“My parents won’t be home until after 1am. Come on.”

They sat in the bay window in silence for a few minutes.

“Maya sent me her secret Santa gift in the mail.”

“Oh yeah? What was it?”

“A painting of you. I’m going to hang it up once I’m home.”

“You haven’t been home yet?”

“No, I wanted to get here before midnight to be with you…look Riley, I didn’t go to Texas to get out of secret Santa, Zay told me that’s what he said, but he only said that because-”

“I know why he said it. What I still can’t wrap my head around is the fact that you didn’t tell me you were going. I mean you explained it a little in your letter, but-”

“So you did get it, and you read it.”

“Of course I did, it was very sweet. But you hurt me Lucas. This was our first holiday together as a couple. I wanted it to be special.”

“So did I, and I’ve been sick over what I did. I should have manned up told you. Can I give you your gifts?”

“Gifts, as in plural?”

“Yeah. Here, open this one first.”

Lucas handed her a box, and she unwrapped it. She gazed at the object inside and took it out. She looked at Lucas who seemed to start having tears in his eyes.

“It’s a photo album of just us. It’s pictures we’ve taken, and I asked some friends if they had any of us, you know real candid ones. Open it, see this one Maya took when you fell into my lap, and oh remember, the librarian took this one of us on her Polaroid. That’s my favorite one. Yogi took this one of us when the sprinklers went off. We took this one together when we were on top of the horse. These are from Texas…” A couple tears dropped onto the pictures. Riley closed the book.

“Why are you getting so emotional?” She asked concerned, putting her hand on his.

“Because I know I screwed up, and I realized that you could have gotten so mad at me and told me it was over, and then we wouldn’t have anymore memories like these, and it made me sad.”

“Why is the library picture one of your favorites?”

“Because that was when I knew I always wanted you around. Then like the next day Missy asked me to the movies and you got so annoyed. I knew we liked each other but it felt like we were playing a game.”

“I wasn’t ready to be alone with you yet, but I knew I didn’t want you alone with anyone else. Why did you put pictures of Texas in here? That wasn’t exactly a great time.”

“I put those in there because that was when I knew I wanted to quit playing games and I wanted you to be my girlfriend, and then you broke my heart when you told me you wanted to be like brother and sister.”

“Again, why are those in here?”

“Because the ones of us dancing were cute, and someone snapped a picture of you by my side after I fell off the bull. It’s important to remember these times too. Open it back up, see these are more recent. We took this selfie on the bus ride home from the lodge, and then you fell asleep on me so I had to take a picture of that. Oh we took this during culture week, you looked really pretty at the fair. We took this that day we went out for pizza at that new place and you kissed me on the cheek with all that sauce on your mouth, and then this one we took when that director came, and we took this one on Thanksgiving, your sweater was adorable.”

“Lucas, this is such a thoughtful gift.”

“I’ve been putting it together for months. Kind of like a scrapbook.”

“I didn’t even know about some of these pictures.”

“Here, I got you something else too.”

“This is a much smaller box.”

Riley opened up the little box and saw a rose gold bracelet. There was a few little charms on it. Some cats, a couple hearts, the word joy. He turned it over in her hands. He got it engraved. She read it out loud.

“To my one and only princess, love Lucas. Huh, you’ve been putting that word on a lot of things lately. The letter you sent me said you loved me on it too.”

“Because that’s how I feel Riley, I love you. Do you like the bracelet?”

“Like it, I’m never taking it off.” He clasps it onto her wrist. “These are the most amazing things anyone has ever gotten me. Did you really think I was going to break up with you because you didn’t tell me you left?”

“We hadn’t talked, which isn’t like us, so yeah I was worried.”

“Lucas, you may have hurt me, but I love you too much to let you go that easily.”

“You love me too?”

“Of course I do. Thank you for these things.”

“You’re welcome.”

They start kissing. She wipes a few of tears away, and looks at him.

“I turned you into a true romantic.”

“I think I was always this way, but you definitely brought it out in me.”

He kissed her again. Everything felt right again. He could stay there with her forever.

“Riley Matthews!” Cory entered the room.

“Look who made it home dad, Lucas!”

“It is almost 1:30 in the morning. I think it’s time to call it a night, don’t you agree Mr. Friar?”

“Totally, sir, uh goodnight, happy new year.” Cory leaves. “Happy new year princess.” He kisses her and leaves.

Riley flipped through more of the photo album that Lucas put together for her. There were so many good memories in there. She couldn’t wait to keep making more with him.