and yes that is my laundry room i got kicked out of the kitchen

Dean’s Flannel

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

Summary: Flannel is a standard in the hunting world but it slowly becomes something more for Dean and the reader…

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,300ish

Warnings: language, implied smut

A/N: Written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing ‘s Favorite Things Challenge. My prompt was “Flannel”…


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The Perfect Shot

Part Three

Originally posted by beaniesxponytails

Pairing: Jughead x reader

Warnings: none

Summary: The reader struggles to hide Jughead from her parents as he stays in her house.

A/N: This isn’t the best tbh, but the character development was necessary. The next part will be a little more eventful.

Part One

“Don’t you have, like, an air mattress or something?” Jughead sighed.

I scoffed. “How would we inflate an air mattress without my parents hearing it, genius?” I hissed.

“How am I supposed to sleep on this?” he whined, picking up one of the cushions I had painstakingly arranged and throwing it at me.

I glared at him, replacing the cushion. “You could start by lying down,” I said. “And follow that with closing your eyes.”

“Ha ha,” he said, unamused. He lay on the cushions and I threw a blanket over him, before climbing into my own bed.

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Training Room Shenanigans

Request:  Ooooooo could you do a Bucky fic where he gets turned on by the reader wearing yoga pants or something and it leads to lots of smut??

Warnings: Unprotected sex, (WEAR CONDOMS PEOPLE), language

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Originally posted by negasonic-teenage-what-da-shit

Training has become one of my favorite places to be. Why you ask? Because I like watching Bucky Barnes fall apart. You see, Nat let it slip that Barnes may or may not have a crush on me, because she heard him talking to Rogers. Why is this such a big deal to me? Because I like him too. Like would be a devastating understatement. I started to like him when I first got to the tower, Nat found me in an abandoned Hydra base, and I had no memory of a past life. So, they took it upon themselves to name me. They named me (Y/N) and I liked it. Since I’ve been here, I still haven’t remembered anything, and they never found a file on me or anything, it was like I never even existed to start with. So I just started anew. Bucky and I clicked right away, both of us being in Hydra, and not having any memories. He tried to help me recover some, using techniques he used and they never seemed to work. I figured I wasn’t supposed to remember my life before, if I even had one.

His desire to help me, and patience helping me through panic attacks, depression and anxiety from not knowing who I was, made me fall in love with him. I wasn’t sure if he loved me back, not until Nat told me…so that’s where we are now. My training has been excessive, Steve says I must have been used for something, because my skills on the field rival those of Natasha, so I’ve had training before. Bucky says he doesn’t remember me, he never trained me. Natasha and Buck have been my training partners, sometimes I even take them both on at once, which I would NOT recommend, for the record. Got my ass kicked in like 6 minutes. I could hold my own against them separately, even beating Natasha on my own like 50% of the time. Together, they were unstoppable.

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I’m knocked on my ass for the 25th time in a half hour.

“Fuck, Bucky…take it easy will ya?” He helps me up, sighing.

“Your mind is somewhere else, (Y/N).” I can’t deny that, I’m not thinking about training…I’m too focused on him.

“S-Sorry, Bucky. I’m not trying to.” I sit down on the mat, and he sits next to me.

“What’s going on, doll?” I don’t wanna tell him, not yet. If he finds out like this he’s bound to run, to collect his thoughts if nothing else.

“Don’t worry about it, Buck. You’ll find out sooner or later.” I smile, if for no other reason than to ease his mind.

“Whatever you say, (Y/N). That’s enough for right now, go take a shower.” He helps me up, and I do as he says while he leaves the training room. No all I have to do is set my plan in motion.

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After my shower, I clad myself in a white tank top, and purple and black yoga pants. If Bucky really likes me, this’ll drive him over the edge. At least, that’s what I’m hoping.

Heading to the kitchen, I see Steve and Bucky, and even Sam sitting at the bar, Bucky is freshly showered, too. In sweatpants and a black shirt, with his hair in a low bun. I find my heart rate increasing, this man doesn’t even know what he does to me. I wonder if I have the same effect on him.

Walking up to the fridge, I open the door and grab a water bottle.

“Well DAMN, (Y/N) look at you, you don’t wear yoga pants very often.” Sam speaks up. Turning around to greet him, Bucky has his lip pulled between his teeth, and he’s staring at me.

“Aw thanks Sam. It’s laundry day, you know. This was all I had left.” Okay, I know that was a damn dirty lie, I just wanted to get a rise out of Bucky and it seemed I had.

“You should wear them more often, if I do say so myself.” I chuckle, patting him on the back as I make my way over to the metal armed shoulder. Dragging my hand across his back, I lean over to whisper in his ear.

“Thanks for the training session, Sarge. However, I don’t think you’ll knock me down again.” Walking out the door, I hear him groan in frustration. I smirk, knowing I had succeeded in driving him mad.

Making my way to the training room, I know, I was just there and I just showered! Well, I needed to clear my head to do what I was about to do.

Going to my yoga mat on the left side of the training room, I begin my stretches, about 5 minutes into my stretching sessions, I feel someones eyes on me. Those eyes have stared at me so much, I don’t need to look to know who it is. Acting like I don’t see him, I continue my stretches until he can’t take it anymore.

Bucky comes up to me, standing a few feet away.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, doll.” Standing up, I turn to look at him, letting a cheeky grin cover my face.

“Hello, Buck. Care to help me stretch?” He groans.

“Doll, I’m warning you. Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

“Who said I didn’t want to finish it?”

He grabs my arm, pulling me towards him and wrapping his left arm around my waist.

He kisses me deeply, months of frustration and desperation coming through.

“Fuck, doll.” I grab the hem of my tank top, pulling it over my head, and unhooking my sports bra. Bucky grabs a handful of hair, and kisses me again, using his right hand to grope my left breast.

“Get on your knees.” He orders me. Mmmm, so Bucky is a little dominant. Getting down on my knees, I pull his sweats and boxers with me. His stiff cock springs free.

Bringing my lips to the tip, I begin an easy rhythm, sucking his cock.

“Fuck, (Y/N). God that feels so good.” His hips thrust themselves, pushing his cock further into my mouth. He pulls me up by my hair, quickly turning me around and I brace myself against the wall.

He pulls my yoga pants down, but not before smacking my ass a few times, pulling my panties with them. Lining himself up with my entrance, he kisses my back.

“Ready, doll?” I can only nod.

“Use your words, baby. I need to hear you say it.”
“Fuck! Yes, Bucky I’m ready.”

He shoves himself deep in one quick thrust, bottoming out fast.

“Fuuuuck, (Y/N)” he gasps out as he begins a fast paced rhythm, chasing his orgasm while bringing me closer to mine. All I can hear is the sounds of his balls smacking against my ass, and the room reeks of sex, it only helps bring me closer to my release.

“Fuck, doll I’m gonna cum.”

“M-Me too, Bucky please don’t stop.”

“Nngh, I’m not gonna stop doll. Not until you cum all over my fat cock.” His dirty words push me over the edge, I come apart on his cock, which pushes him over as well. I can feel him release his seed deep inside of me, my cunt twitching, milking him for everything he has.

“Fuck.” He pulls out, some of his hot cum spilling out of my core and onto the floor.

“It’s about damn time.” My eyes shoot open, Bucky rushes over to me, covering my body from the unwanted eyes.

“Fuck, Nat. Give us a minute!” She winks, then leaves.

Bucky hands me my clothes and I dress.

He smiles at me.

“You know, normally I would take you out on a date first. You just drove me over the edge.”

I giggle.

“I know, I needed to get your attention.” He leans down to my height and kisses me.

“Well, you got it doll.”

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Joys of Parenthood

Originally posted by lupitalover

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

(^^Good stuff right here)

Prompt: Glimpse into Bones and reader’s life as parents

Warnings: Dad fluffies

Word Count: 2,120

A/n: Gah! So much cute. Cute overload

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Reggie Mantle x Reader : Call Me Daddy

A/N: implied/slight smut, swearing and garbage grammar:D

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“Call me Daddy.” He demanded as he stood over me, his body nearly pressed against my own while I laid on my bed.


“My dude… What?” I asked in disbelief. ‘What the fuck is this dude smoking?’

He grunted, almost annoyed by me. Flopping down beside me, he repeated his “command”.  

“I said, call me Daddy.” I started busting up, I couldn’t believe it. I could not believe my ears. I was shooketh. ‘My baby boy is kinky as fuuuuuuck!!’


“HAHAHA!! I’m so weak, dude! I didn’t know you were into that kind of stuff.” I smiled cheerily and patted his tummy. ‘That’s not even a tummy, that’s a fucking washboard. I should bring my laundry next time I come over while he’s taking a bath.’


“Shut up and just say it.” He groaned, grabbing a pillow and using it to cover his face. “Don’t tell me to shut up, you dickhead.” I slapped his belly, making him roll around in mock pain.

“I’m sorry, just… please? Call me Daddy, babe.”

“Nope!” I replied, popping the ‘p’. He pouted and I grabbed his cheeks, smooshing his handsome face. “I am the Kink Master, you gotta bring more to the table than just a small ‘please’ and calling me by my favorite pet name, bubby.”


“Baby girl, pleeeease? I promise it’s just this one time. Just one time and that’s it, I’ll never ask you again.” He begged, rubbing his face into my stomach. I started giggling and shoved him off my bed. A big thud resounded through my room and downstairs.

“You kids okay up there?” I heard my mum yell from the kitchen downstairs.

“Yeah, we’re good mumma!” I yelled back and I heard her giggle and mutter something to my dad, making him laugh a little.

Reggie propped his head on the edge of my bed and tilted his head cutely at me, batting his lashes. ‘Awww, what a cutie!’

“That tickled, you dork! Hmm…” I teased and stuck my tongue out at him. “Please, babe? I promise I’ll do anything you ask for a week.”


“Anything?”


“Yes! Anything!”


“Make it a month.”


“…Fuck it, yes. Whatever, deal.” He groaned while I delivered the dance of Y/N’s Success.


“Oooh, let’s go to Pop’s then! I’m dying for a chocolate milkshake.” I hopped off my bed and pulled on my shoes.


“Y/N, come on!” He groaned again. I rolled my eyes and patted his shoulder. “I gotta see you commit, baby boy. Let’s go! Chop chop!”


“Fine, at least give me a kiss,” I gave him a quick peck before he could grab me and drag the kiss further, ”and promise me you’ll do it-”


“Yeah, yeah definitely! Now let’s GOOOOOOO!!” I yelled, tugging his arm towards the stairs and to the front door so we could get milkshakes. ‘Ugh, I’m dying c'mon Reggie work with me.’


~~~~~~~~~~time skippo~~~~~~~~~~~


“What’s wrong, honey?” I asked, he hasn’t said a word since he drove here. ‘He’s probably mad, thinking I won’t hold my end of the deal.’


“Nothing, just drink your milkshakes.” He spat out, looking back out the window and ignoring me. I glared at him and kicked his leg, but he didn’t seem to show any signs that it hurt… or that he even felt it.

Thirty minutes and five milkshakes later, he still hasn’t spoken to me. “Hmm…” Popping a few more cherries into my mouth, I notified the slab of concrete that sat across from me that I was finished.


He paid the bill and grabbed my hand, leading me out of the small diner.


“Reginald…” His grip on my hand softened, slowly intertwining our fingers together. He looked down at me with a straight face and said nothing. I stared back up at him, attempting to pull off that cute doe-eyed pout. His face showed nothing, like he wasn’t affected and turned his attention from me to straight ahead.

‘Tch… What a bum.’ I mentally stomped my foot.


Thoughts ran through my mind until one of them hit me hard. ‘He DEFINITELY still wants me to call him Daddy.’ Conjuring up a plan, I smirked evilly to myself. ‘I’m gonna get him good. Let’s make this count, I got one shot.’


I stopped walking, hoping he’d do the same. Luckily, he did. He looked back at me, his perfect eyebrows furrowed in confusion.


Sighing, I let go of his hand and stood right against him. Running my hands up his chest, I looked up at him through my eyelashes with half-lidded eyes and a small smile. His stoic expression broke slightly, a little smirk playing on his lips. ‘I can hear his heartbeat lmao… did I just say ‘lmao’ in my head?’


Reaching up to wrap my arms around his neck, I stood on the tips of my toes. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me tightly against him. ‘Tall ass giant, gosh! I love this, man!’


I leaned in closer to him and kissed up the side of his neck on his cheek towards his ear, leaving a little trail of light pink chapstick on his skin. Hearing him sigh and feeling him nuzzle his face into the crook of my neck, I had him. Right. Where. I. Wanted. Him.


Placing one last kiss on his soft cheek, I leaned in and whispered into his ear.


“Thank you for tonight… I love you, Daddy.”


A sharp intake of air. His grip tightened. And… wetness?


I pulled away to look at him, only to find myself fully wrapped up in his arms.


“Reggie? Are you okay, baby?” All I got was a nod in response. Letting out a little sigh, I rubbed my nose against his chest, breathing in his strong scent. ‘His cologne is so damn delicious! Fuck me up for Eternity, Calvin Klein!’


I was pulled from my thoughts as I felt our bodies swaying. All of a sudden, my legs were off the ground and I was soaring against the wind. ‘Is this dude really spinning me around in circles?’


“REGGIE! OH MY GOSH, PLEASE PUT ME DOWN! WHAT’S HAPPENING?!” I could barely get out any words, I was giggling so much. I felt so free and light in his arms.


“I can’t believe it!”


“What? That I said Daddy?” He shook his head no and placed his forehead against mine, his hands encasing my face while he swiped his thumb against my cheek.


“You said you love me, Y/N.”


“…And you’re crying because?” I asked, entirely amused and taken away from his insanely adorable reaction.


“Because the girl of my dreams loves me back.” He gave me the biggest grin ever and lifted me off the ground into the tightest hug I’ve ever received.


“I love you, baby girl. Forever and always for all eternity, Y/N.” I snorted and hugged him back.


“Stop, that was so gross.” He scoffed and pretended to throw me, causing me to latch tighter onto him.


“Whatever, you only wish you said it.”


“Nah, I wish I stayed at Pop’s and ordered more cherries.”


“Speaking of cherries, you wanna…?” And he makes a *pop* sound with his lips and gives me the biggest shit-eating grin ever. ‘He’s so handsome… Ugh, such a dope.’


“Reginald, do you WANT to lose your balls?”


“Nah, I’d rather have you lose your virginity to me tonight.”


“You’re so gross! Yuck!”


“Ohh, says the ‘Kink Master’!”


“Damn right, lil boy!”


“You won’t be screaming that tonight.”


“Really now? What will I be screaming then?” He wiggled his eyebrows at me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I rolled my eyes back and gave my best porn-star impression.


“Oh, Daddy! Please fuck me! Fuck me hard and good with your monster cock! Punish me, Daddy! I’ve been such a naughty, dirty girl! Daddy- OH SHIT REGGIE!! WAIT!!” He picked me up and hauled me over his shoulder, like I was a sack of potatoes. ‘I’m a cute potato though.’


“NOPE! WE’RE GOING TO MY PLACE. IMMEDIATELY. WE’RE DOING THIS, BABY.” Groaning, I just hung there on his shoulder not protesting against his ‘wishes’.


“Reggie… would you wait to have sex after marriage?” He tapped my bum and let out a big laugh.


“Oh, you wanna marry me?” He said in a teasing voice. I rolled my eyes and propped my elbow against his rock hard shoulder blade and perched my chin on my hand.


“Well. I mean. If we last that long, I mean… yeah. We’ve been together since forever and I can’t really see myself in the future without you by my side.” I finished, softly smiling back at him. He laughed and shook his head, his luscious hair swaying just urging me to tug on it.


“But, maybe… maybe in the heat of the moment, maybe. I don’t know.” I sighed in defeat. “And you call me gross, you little twerp. I’m not a virgin, so that question was irrelevant for me.” I pouted and smacked his butt. He jokingly let out a small ‘ow’ and slapped my ass. Hard. As. Fuck. “SHIT! MY ASS CHEEK FELL OFF, I CAN’T FEEL IT!” Reggie started cracking up and patted my bum, trying to ease the pain or some shit. ‘Imma get this fool… imma get him gooood.’


“Ahhhh! Daddy, stop teasing me!” I moaned out.


“Shit, babe. You gonna use that against me now?”


“Nah. Issa special thang, sweet boy! I ain’t abusing the 'Daddy’ kink. I’ll only use it when it’s just me and you.” He peered over his shoulder and gave me that little smirk that I love so much. Finally, he reached his car and gently placed me into the passenger seat and buckled me in. 'Well shit, he really is Daddy Material. How lucky am I?’


Reggie clambered into the driver’s seat and revved out of the diner’s parking lot, (making our way downtown) continuing our way to his house. 'Something’s gonna happen… I can feel it.’

~~~~~~~~~time skippo~~~~~~~~~


He kicked the door to his huge penthouse, I mean bedroom, open and plopped me right on his king-sized mattress. I starfished my body over the soft comforter of his bed and made blanket angels. Gah dang! This blanket is softer than the one he had last weekend!


“Honestly, I’m just glad I finally got you to say it. It sounds so good coming from you.”


“Reginald…” I warned, he flopped into the sleep mattress right next to me and I rolled over laying my head on his chest.


“I swear on Archie’s ginger soul, if you brag about this to the football team I will take that pretty face of yours-”


“H-Hey! I’m not gonna do that-”


“…And sit on it and make you do lewd things to me.” 'Holy damn, so much for waiting after marriage! Hormones, dafuq we doin?’


“B-Babe, stop talking like that.” He stuttered out and sat up. I got up and laid my head on his shoulder. 'So buff, so sweet… I love him so much.’


“Like what, daddy?” I looked up at him, batting my eyelashes and pursing my lips into a small pout.


“Y/N, you can stop with the daddy thing.” He visibly gulped, his Adam’s apple catching my attention and I placed a light, feathery kiss on his throat. 'Longest neck ever… I wanna bite it’ But, I decided against my thoughts and redirected myself to the task at hand.


“But Daddy, I don’t wanna stop. I want you to touch me.” I took his hand and placed it in between my legs right over my heat. “Here.” Taking his other hand, I placed it against my chest. “And here.”


“Y/N, you just said you wanted to wait-” He struggled, removing his big warm hands from my body.


“But, daddy… You said you’d do anything I want.” I whined. Crawling onto him and sitting on his lap, I placed a light kiss on his thick, beautiful lips. Slowly grinding down against him, he let out a small moan as he bucked his hips against me, making me smile shyly up at him.


“Don’t you want to play with me?” His gaze on me grew darker with lust. ‘Gotcha babe…’


He instantly had me in his arms, pulling me into a long, deep kiss that quickly turned into a heated make-out. I let out a few tiny moans as his hands ran up and down my sides until they wandered, one hand gripping my waist as the other firmly grasped my ass. (a/n: firmly grasp it!)


I gasped and he slipped his tongue into my mouth. ‘This is new… hm.’ His tongue probed my mouth, our tongues soon fighting against each other for dominance. I let him win and he rubbed his tongue against mine, our teeth clashing against each other as we parted for air only to delve right back into each other. The man of my affections gripped my thighs, flipping me over onto my back.


His body rolled smoothly down against mine, grinding his hard on against me. I let out a tiny whimper and trailed my fingertips under his shirt, tracing his abs. I decided to tease him and dragged my fingers down to the waistband of his pants and palmed his front. He released an animalistic growl and gave me a lip-bruising kiss and bit my bottom lip. I wrapped my arms around his neck, tugging on his hair and he let out a deep groan against my mouth. Breaking away, a small string of saliva hung from both our mouths. I swiped a hand at it and wiped my hand on his shirt.


“Ewwwie!” He chuckled and cuddled me closer to his hot body. It was hot, the room was hot as hell.


“Why are you so cute, babe? Like damn.” I blushed and hid my face against his massive chest.


“I don’t know, the fuck kind of question is that?” Reggie let out a big laugh and rubbed my head, threading his fingers through my hair. 'My hair is tangled and it hurts, but I ain’t gonna say nothing.’


We both reveled in each other’s warmth and laid back down on his bed. 'FUCK! These blankets are so damn soft!’


Reggie and I just lied there in comfortable silence, until it finally dawned on me.


“You know… This was the first time I ever made out with someone.” I confessed.


“Wait… Really? I thought you made out with Moose that one time when we played Seven Minutes In Heaven at Cheryl’s party. Your hair and dress was messed up and your lips were hella swollen.” I rolled my eyes.


“First, yuck. It’s Moose, I wouldn’t even dare let him touch me. He’s an assbutt.” I pouted, folding my arms and pushing away from him.


“Secondly, me and Moose were literally fighting in that room, trying to get you guys to think that we were 'getting it on’.” Reggie shook his head and held his hand against his mouth to keep himself from laughing out loud.


“Pfft haha… Wait, you were able to land some punches on Moose? You gremlin, what’d you do that for?” He nudged me and urges me to answer him. I puffed out my cheeks and looked him dead in the eye. “Yeah, because I wanted to be able to say that I’ve fought a moose in a closet before.”


He stared back into my eyes and a smile broke out on his face, “That’s adorable.” 'No. YOU’RE adorable.’


“Shut up, Reggie.”


“Make me.”


“Sweetie pie. Honey bun. Sugar booger. Baby boy~ Mantle The Magnificent~” I pestered the man baby, poking his buff body. “Okay, okay! You got me.” He laughed, lightly swatting my hands away from him.


“Damn right, my chubby boy!” He groaned and tickled my side. I screamed and rolled away from him again. “Well, this chubby boy thinks that for your first time making out you are a fucking pro. Damn, it was so hard to stop… LITERALLY HARD TO STOP!” He exclaimed, pointing at the huge tent in his jeans.


“Doesn’t that hurt?!” I squealed, hiding under his comforter. He let out a huge sigh and flopped back on the bed.


“Yeah duh! What the hell am I gonna do now?”


“May I suggest lotion?” I chirped and received that 'really bruh?’ look from him.


“Hmph… You’re lucky I forgot to buy some more condoms, I swear I would’ve popped that ass so hard right now.”


“REGGIE! SHUT THE FUCK UP! GROSSSS!” I yelled in embarrassment. My face was burning even more and I completely hid myself under the blanket. 'Good thing his parents ain’t home, damn!’


“Babe, come on! I was just kidding! I’ll just get blue balls, it’s no big deal!”


“Reggie, what the hell?! I can’t let you get blue balls! That’s fucking dangerous, you dumb ass! Quit being so nonchalant about this! YOUR! DICK! IS! HARD!” I yelled while pointing at this pants and all he did was smirk at me.


“Then, do something about it.” He left a lingering kiss on the side of my neck and whispered in my ear, “…Baby girl.”


“Fine then.” I gritted my teeth and got up from the bed and locked the door and dimmed the lights.


“Y/N, we don’t have to-” He uttered, but I beat him to it.


“Daddy.” He shut up real quick and sat on the edge of his bed, a look of confusion plastered on his face probably wondering where I’m going with this.


“I’ll make you feel good. I’m sorry I’ve been such a nuisance all night.” Giving him a wink and hoping he’d play along. He smirked and curled his fingers at me, beckoning me to come to him. I took slow steps towards, swaying my hips and playing with the hem of my t-shirt. He licked his lips and hungrily stared me down. 'Err… Up? I dunno, he’s just directly staring at me, lemme do somethin’

I stood right in front of him and peeled my thin shirt off, never breaking eye contact with Reggie. I felt my body flush against his touch as he pulled me closer and kissed my tummy and placed a wavering kiss on my bra. 'Ayeeeee! Issa good thang I wore lace today, hoe!’ I tilted my head back and ran my hands through his silky hair and pulled his head back. “Aghhh! Shit, girl, that feels so good!” I laughed and kissed his forehead. “You’re so fucking silly, daddy… I really am sorry that I turned you on 'too much’.” With that said, I left kisses down his chest and beautifully sculpted abs and got on my knees, keeping eye contact with him on the way d o w n. 'Damn hoe, am I good? Or am I g o o d? Can’t even tell I’m a virgin because I’m a gahdamn pro!! …Genji, oh my gosh shutthefuckup me!’


“It’s alright, my little kink master. I’m sure we can find something to fix it.” I blushed at his use my self-proclaimed title, my fingers fumbling with the zipper of his pants, I pulled them down and met his 'friend’. I looked at my man and back at what hid beneath his boxers, licking my lips and giving Reggie the same cute smile I’ve been giving him all night and got us into this current… situation.


“Okay, daddy~”

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A/N: and now im scarred after writing this. this is so cringey and scattered reader is supposed to be a tomboy, but i guess her damned hormones got to her and made her submit to Mantle the Magnificent’s charms and wiles *barf barf* yo, the last line gmfu reminding me of baby Dory fml😂😂😂


Sorry it’s so shitty, anyways I’ll still be updating “Let Me Explain” and “Finding A Date” probably by the end of this week. If not, they’ll be posted both either next Sunday or Monday. If you got any requests for those next two chapters for either of them, message me or something

Love y'all and thanks for reading this shit!!💕

sterek au: landlord!derek and tenant!stiles

based loosely on this gif set and tags, prompt by fin. written for sterekfest! wish i could have written something longer, but i hope you enjoy anyway <3

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Stiles has a mission. He has a mission and a list – a long list that details with bulleted subpoints all the things wrong with his apartment. Sure, he’s thankful for having a roof over his head (if said roof didn’t leak) and at a fair price (which was really the selling point, let’s be honest). But still, Stiles drops most of his measly paycheck on rent every month, and he’d like a place that wasn’t falling apart. That was only fair.

The building meeting is on the fifth floor. When he arrives, there’s only one other guy there, sitting on a blue couch. Stiles immediately heads over to the large window and starts pacing. “I feel kinda bad for the landlord,” Stiles begins, nervous energy buzzing through his limbs.

“Oh?” the man replies.

“Yeah, I’d hate to be in his shoes, being bombarded with complaints all night. But dude, my water pressure’s terrible, three panes in the window are broken and one has a hole in it, my garbage disposal smells like something died inside of it, and that’s just the top of the list.” Stiles spins around and finally looks at the guy on the couch. He’s never seen him around before, and Stiles guesses he could be considered attractive if you find bearded gym rats hot. Stiles refrains from rolling his eyes because the guy is obviously a douche. Just look at those eyebrows.

“What about you? Please don’t tell me your apartment is perfect, but knowing my luck and probably yours, everything works perfectly for you like it always has and I got the shit apartment.” The guy just stares at him and says nothing. Stiles rolls his eyes as he turns back towards the window, mumbling under his breath, “Typical.”

“What’s typical?”

Stiles spins around again, mouth open in exaggerated shock. “Oh, you mean you’re actually going to talk to me? Words finally making sense to you now?”

The man’s mouth pulls down into a scowl. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Stiles rolls his eyes. “Look, I know it pains guys like you to talk to guys like me because it lowers your cool quotient or you only waste your breath on people as hot as you or something, but we do live in the same building. We’re neighbors. I was trying to be neighborly.”

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doyoung; sparks.

»  Feed me and I will thrive, but give me water and I’ll never survive. What am I?
»  Rated PG-13 for mature situations.
»  2,968 words; college!au
»  part of kappy @versigny‘s 127 Minutes In Heaven.
»  a/n: this is Garbage but i can’t stand to look at it anymore so. i am sorry!! edit: also thank you to kap who edited the majority of this Trash for me! you’re a trooper

On a campus full of large, sprawling buildings complete with marble floors, grand pillars and ornate carvings everywhere one looks, you would think that by now the Nu Kappa Tau house would be boring if only because of the gaudy displays of wealth and power, but you can’t help your ridiculous heart from being overwhelmed with awe every single time.

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Pepper Up, Peppermint

Sixth year Lily is home, sick, at Christmas. Can a visit from her friends cheer her up? A jily secret santa gift for @ihopeyoucanseemesmiling who requested fluffy Christmas jily. Merry Christmas!

word count: 3400

The jolly chime of the doorbell cut through Lily’s medicine-induced fog, rousing her. Even after the last echoes died away, she made no move from her nest on the sofa. She was closest to the door, sure, but she was also closest to death.

Exempt by default—let the healthy people handle it.

Except no one came, and the doorbell rang again. Lily winced. She’d never before fully appreciated the horror that was her parents’ novelty chime.

“Lily,” another horror—her sister—called from the back of the house, “get off your arse and answer that!”

“I’m sick,” Lily croaked. Or tried to, instead breaking off into a violent cough.

When the door rang again, Lily wished death upon her tormenter.

“I’m baking!”

(More like barking.)

The doorbell rang again—what kind of savage?

“Lily, bloody get that!”

“I’m ill!”

“If you were that ill, you’d be in bed rather than infecting us all.”

Lily propped up on her elbows, the better to yell. “I’m sick on Christmas, and you’re worried about germs?”

Christmas Eve, technically speaking, but wasn’t it close enough?

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Don't Get Caught

E.D.

Warning: Dark and triggering themes, abuse.

Summary: Worry is all you feel when Ethan leaves for his “missions”.

I sat on the bed, studying vigorously. If there’s anything that can get my mind off of the fact that Ethan had a job again tonight, it’s homework. I hate it, but I’m too concentrated to think of anything else, and truthfully, ever so often my mind drifts and I’m left looking at the clock on the bedside. I can feel my anxiety build up, and then, I find it hard to breathe, my mind racing with thoughts I don’t like. I squeeze my eyes shut, desperate to think of anything else.

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Just Another Day in Paradise

PAIRING: Phan (Phil / Dan)
GENRE: fluff
WORD COUNT: 1,641
WARNINGS: pre-smut, mentions of sex, but no sex, cute parent!phan stuffs, mpreg 
SUMMARY: songfic based off of Just Another Day in Paradise by Phil Vassar
AUTHORS NOTE: I thought dan and phil having their own kids instead of adoption would be cool. Also yes this is a country song.

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A new beginning (2/?)

So here’s the second chapter of my fic reboot! Starting next chapter things will start to change compared to the original! I hope you’ll still love it! 

Thanks to @ultraluckycatnd for being my beta! 

Summary: Financial problems leads Emma and her brother David to seek a roommate, which leads Killian to occupy their spare bedroom.

Rating: M for some swearing, and eventually smmmmmut.

Chapter 1

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The next morning, Emma woke up in a bit of a panic, thinking she was late for class until she realized it was Saturday. She laid back down on her bed, knowing she wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep, but she at least wanted to enjoy the perks of a Saturday morning and be lazy in her bed. The first thought that popped into her mind when she settled back under her covers was her new roommate. Last night had been a pretty slow night at the diner and when Granny came to ask her if she wanted to head home early, she was more than happy to accept her boss’s offer. The past few weeks had been quite intense as she was getting ready for her finals, and her insane work schedule gave her very little social life or time for even herself. So as she headed home, the only thing she had in mind was getting home and binge watching some show on Netflix while falling asleep on the couch. Emma had totally forgotten that their new roommate was moving in that same day, so she really wasn’t expecting to find a stranger standing in her bathroom.

With her tired state and after the shock of her first meeting with him, she hadn’t had time to process any of it. Once she was in her bedroom, she got ready for bed and tried to fall asleep. Now that she was thinking about it, though, she felt quite embarrassed and uncomfortable about the whole situation. Embarrassed that she walked in on him and that she couldn’t help herself from gawking at him; her eyes following that patch of chest hair trailing down his abdomen. Emma felt even more uncomfortable when he came to join her in the kitchen, and that the first thought that came to mind was that he looked damn good with clothes on too. Her instincts instantly kicked in when he bashfully introduced himself to her, which ended up with her acting distant and cold.

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A (non-comprehensive but entirely true) list of things about being a klutz

So I am not a very coordinated or graceful person.  And not in the “oh I just tripped and spilled my groceries in a cute way in front of my crush let me look up at them through my artfully tousled bangs with a pout” sort of way.

So if you’re curious about (or looking for) weird yet entirely true/realistic (no matter how bizarre and impossible they seem) klutzy moments/injuries/accidents this list is for you.

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I Feel it Coming

A casual coffee encounter leads to more steamy antics as the night carries on. Who can resist when Derek Morgan offers more than just caffeine to make a weekend memorable.

Warnings: unprotected sex

Masterlist

The late night shift at the Muffins and Tops coffee shop always boasted an entertaining array of customers. There was the college crowd who wandered in under the weight of textbooks bigger than their heads and who adamantly considered caffeine an adequate substitution for sleep. There was the creepy writer who would camp out in the corner with a vaguely personalized mug in the corner and not move until the workers chased him off with a broom. Layne’s personal favorite, however rolled in every Friday at precisely 2 minutes before closing with a bright smile to hide the obvious bags underneath his eyes.

Tonight was no different. He strolled in with a file tucked under his arm and exact change ready. Layne set to work on his usual without a word. He leaned his shoulder against the wall and rolled up the sleeves of his off white Henley. The barista could never resist the opportunity to marvel at his well-crafted body. He only tucked in the front of his shirt to his dark pants and she knew that was because he hid a gun on the back of them. A pair of sunglasses sat atop his head telling how long he had been traveling today.

“Long day, agent?” she called as she coaxed the brewing machine to life once more for the night.

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Restless (Stiles/Derek)

For @greyhoundsgirl who prompted Stiles/Derek and reunion. Hope you enjoy this! I’m really happy with how it turned out!

Restless. Stiles/Derek. Teen.

Stiles has been feeling unsettled and restless, missing something without knowing exactly what.

The academy really sucks. It’s been raining a lot this fall, and the instructors don’t care that the cadets are only humans who can get cold and sick if forced to run outside every day. Stiles has managed to avoid getting sick, so far, but most of his group has come down with a cold, if not something worse. It’s like their primary instructor thinks they’re in the military instead of cop school. His dad keeps telling him to just hold his tongue, warns him that some of the instructors can be assholes, and says it’ll get better, like some damn PSA or something.

Some days, he really regrets the night he encouraged Scott to go look for a dead body. If the supernatural bullshit hadn’t invaded their lives sophomore year, he might have maintained his GPA and kept his position in the top of his class. There would have been scholarship opportunities, and he could be bitching about eight a.m. classes and annoying professors instead of the academy. Really, it’s six of one or a half dozen of another. Maybe he should have just forced himself to not care about anyone and take off with no forwarding address, do the Derek thing with random postcards occasionally but no sure way for anyone to get in touch. Best way to avoid getting dragged back into shit is to never tell anyone where you are, just where you’ve been.

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Very Hobi Anniversary

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You/Hoseok (J-Hope)

Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 2,013

Summary:  Like above - you guys have been dating for seven years and are having sex on your anniversary, when you accidentally call him daddy. As it turns out, Hoseok has been waiting for you to say exactly that. 


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PEP(PER) UP, PEPPERMINT

Sixth year Lily is home, sick, at Christmas. Can a visit from her friends cheer her up? 

3403 words

AO3

The jolly chime of the doorbell cut through Lily’s medicine-induced fog, rousing her. Even after the last echoes died away, she made no move from her nest on the sofa. She was closest to the door, sure, but she was also closest to death.

Exempt by default—let the healthy people handle it.

Except no one came, and the doorbell rang again. Lily winced. She’d never before fully appreciated the horror that was her parents’ novelty chime.

“Lily,” another horror—her sister—called from the back of the house, “get off your arse and answer that!”

“I’m sick,” Lily croaked. Or tried to, instead breaking off into a violent cough.

When the door rang again, Lily wished death upon her tormenter.

“I’m baking!”

(More like barking.)

The doorbell rang again—what kind of savage?

“Lily, bloody get that!”

“I’m ill!”

“If you were that ill, you’d be in bed rather than infecting us all.”

Lily propped up on her elbows, the better to yell. “I’m sick on Christmas, and you’re worried about germs?”

Christmas Eve, technically speaking, but wasn’t it close enough?

“Girls, that’s enough.” Lily’s mum, having just emerged from the washroom, silenced their fight. “Petunia, mind the biscuits. Lily, stop harassing your throat. I’ll get the door—likely it’s only Mrs. Baker wanting help with her dustbins again.”

After her mum patted Lily’s head, she stepped to the front door. And when she opened the door, both a blast of cold air and a deafening roar assaulted the sitting room.

It wasn’t Mrs. Baker at all, but a group of Christmas singers.

Lily threw her blanket over her head, cursing the damned do-gooders. But that wasn’t fair, was it? They were only the old lot from St. Agnes’s. (More loud than usual, but maybe they’d had too much spiked cocoa to keep warm.) She would’ve joined them, had she been feeling better. It’s just, Christmas was her favorite holiday, and—

Wait. Did someone just sing Hippogriffs?

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Bring Me Back, Part One

Requested by Multiple Flubbles

There will be three parts to this fic. This part is mostly just angst. Yeah.

Suggested song for this fic: “Oblivion” by M83

“No!” you screamed, pounding your fists against the glass that separated you from the Doctor. “No! Doctor! Doctor!”

This couldn’t be happening. It just couldn’t be happening. But your chest screamed with the reality of it, with the pain, because you knew what was coming. If this happened (and it was happening, alright, sure as the sun rises), then you would never see the Doctor again. That realization burned your insides like fire and you screamed, rage and fear bundled into something primal and horrifying that pushed you beyond what was human. You pounded your fists so hard that skin broke and blood smeared the glass and you didn’t even feel it.

“Doctor!”

He was fighting, screaming your name.

“Bring her back!” he howled at the Cybermen who had ahold of him. “Bring her back! Don’t you dare take her, don’t you dare! Back off! Bring her back to me!”

Why couldn’t you break the glass? Why couldn’t you just break the damned glass?

You shrieked as you felt metal hands grab at you. They were pulling you, pulling you away from the Doctor, and fear jolted so harshly through you that it physically hurt.

“Doctor!” you cried out as you fought against them. “Doctor! Doctor!”

His head snapped in your direction. When his eyes found yours, the scream on your lips fluttered away, soft and soundless like a moth. There was fear in his eyes, terrible fear like you had never seen from him before, but worse than that was despair. You weren’t even gone yet, and he was in despair, which meant… which meant… that he already believed that you were lost. That your chances were less than even the Doctor would take, which meant that there was no chance at all.

In that moment, you should have been afraid for your life, or your existence, or something. Death by Cybermen was an awful thing no matter how they offed you. There were only so many options, and none of them were easy ways to go. But your heart dropped to your stomach and your stomach shot to your throat and your throat constricted and your ribs slid tightly into your gut like an iron corset, not because you knew that you were about to die a horrible death, but because you would never see the Doctor again.

You had promised. You had promised that you would never leave him. You had promised that to him. You had sacrificed your human life, your normalcy or any semblance thereof, because you loved him. Because he needed someone to stay.

He’s going to be alone. The thought stabbed into your mind like an icicle, cold and sharp and bright. He’s going to be alone.

There was the sharp sensation of pointed metal at the back of your neck, the echo of the Doctor’s wrathful screaming in your ears, and then there was only darkness.

And there was only darkness.

And there was only darkness.

And there was only darkness.

And then the Doctor’s eyes opened.

He blinked rapidly, trying to find his bearings in the dark. The smell of laundry detergent filled his nose, stinging his ‘superior’ olfactory senses with its sharp chemical tang. Soft fabric slid along his skin, the surface under him had just enough give and spring to bounce on if he so pleased, and something that reeked of laundry detergent cradled his head. A pillow.

Bed. He was in bed. And if the burning pain in his throat was any indicator, he had been screaming.

The Doctor reached a hand out for you, searching the landscape of Kamalzan cotton sheets for the comforting warmth of your body. You didn’t sleep together, not by default, but whenever he had bad dreams, you came to him (or, occasionally, he came to you, asking if he could sleep in your bed like a scared child, and you always said yes and managed not to let him feel humiliated about it). He hadn’t woken up screaming, but his raw throat proved that he had been screaming at some point in the night, which meant you had probably come in awhile ago and settled him down without waking him up.

His wandering hand found only cold, twisted sheets.

“Sweetheart?” the Doctor rasped. Fear crackled through his gut and he scrabbled for the switch on the lamplight. He clicked it on and the yellow bulb nearly blinded him, but it was immediately apparent that you weren’t in the room.

Had you left to sleep in your own bed? Had you only stayed long enough to calm him down before leaving? That didn’t seen right. You never did that. But the sheets on the other side of the bed were cold and there was no indent in the mattress or the pillows to suggest that a second person had been in the bed that night. Which meant… well, it didn’t mean anything other than that you hadn’t gotten into the bed, which was highly unusual, but maybe… maybe you had foreseen his raw throat and went to get him some tea or something. Yes, you had done that before while he slept before. You wouldn’t have left him alone if you knew he would wake up, would you? Of course not. There was no reason for you to think this would happen. If he had slept through his own screaming, you probably hadn’t imagined that he would wake up while you went to make tea.

Feeling relieved and a little bit foolish, the Doctor relaxed against his pillows and tried not to wrinkle his nose at the smell of laundry detergent. He definitely wouldn’t be getting this kind again. It reeked of chemicals and overpowered every other smell in the room (including the faint scent of you that always clung to his bed after one of these nightmare-plagued-Time-Lord-support-system-sleep-over nights, and he was rather fond of that scent). He would just have to get some of that organic stuff from Orion.

The Doctor shifted onto his side. He felt sad, for some reason. It was probably because of the nightmare. It was all fuzzy in his mind now, but he recalled the sensation of despair. It must have been an especially bad one, to leave him with echo emotions.

Fifteen minutes passed. You hadn’t returned.

Twenty minutes.

Half an hour.

The Doctor stopped convincing himself to wait and slipped out of bed. He grabbed the blue robe hanging on the bedpost and pulled it on, synching the tie tightly around his middle. In this skinny body, everything felt too big for him (with the exception of his suit, which happened to be half a size too small). Oddly enough, the Doctor couldn’t find his slippers, so he was left bare-footed as he padded out of his room and down the hall.

Other than the deep hum of the TARDIS, everything was silent. If you were in the kitchen, there would be some noise. That only left your room, because you couldn’t be anywhere else, not at night.

The Doctor opened the dark wood door to your room and found it empty. Not just empty, though. The air was wrong, the smell was wrong. Even the bed was wrong - he could tell by the way the folds fell that you had dashed them aside and jumped out of bed, which was the norm whenever alarms went off in the TARDIS, but they had also been folded back. He blinked at the odd sight. You didn’t do that. It was the middle of the night. If you had heard him screaming, you wouldn’t have bothered to halfway straighten-out rumpled covers. And there was a tank top on the floor, one he recognized that you slept in… slippers were ignored under the bed, flannel bottoms were tossed across the far side of the bed. You had changed in a hurry. Why in the world would you have changed?

Something sharp and red prickled at the back of the Doctor’s mind. Oh. Oh, no, no, no.

The Doctor carefully pulled back the covers and slipped into your bed as gently as he could, trying not to disturb anything. Your bed smelled like you, but the smell was stale. Old, faded. You hadn’t slept in this bed for weeks.

The memories slipped back into his mind like fog over the ground, and the Doctor let out a quiet sob as the pain and loneliness of your absence reasserted themselves in his hearts. Everything hurt. Everything hurt so badly and he had tried to make himself forget, but he couldn’t. He clutched at your pillows and breathed in your scent as well as he could manage despite the tears that were closing his throat. He whimpered your name, calling for you, hoping against all hope that you would suddenly appear, or wake him up from this nightmare.

You had been dead for weeks. The Doctor was alone in the TARDIS.


“I hate you!” the Doctor spat at the console.

The TARDIS had, in her own mourning for you, allowed the Doctor to wallow in his hurt for a whole month. No more. She was kicking him out to adventure, to save someone, to something. To do anything, as long as it stopped him from trying to block his own memories and failing and breaking down into a sobbing mess over and over and over again.

“I hate you!” he snapped again. “Rassilon, I hate you, you meddling, heartless machine! You knew it wasn’t safe! You knew it wasn’t safe and you landed anyway and now she’s gone because of you!”

Silence answered the Doctor. He spat out more insults, including a litany of cusses from various language that insulted the TARDIS’s parentage, sexual orientation, offspring, physical aesthetics, personal character, and mother specifically. And then the Doctor broke down.

“I’m sorry,” he sobbed, dropping to his knees and pressing his forehead to the side of the console. "I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t mean it. I didn’t… I just can’t do this.“

The TARDIS decided to let him stay inside for just one more day.

The Doctor stared at the Cybermen in front of him and felt nothing.

"You took her,” he said, dangerously calm. He almost sounded bored. “You took my girl from me. That girl, do you know her name? I bet not. She was gonna be my wife. I’ve got the ring and everything. I was just waiting for the right moment to ask her.”

The Cybermen stared blankly, just as all Cybermen stared. They didn’t seem to care.

“I was gonna be happy again,” he stressed to them. “I was gonna be a better man. For her. But you took that from me, so now… what’ve I got to be a better man for? Y'know, I always try to save you poor gits, or to at least kill you nicely. Put you out of your misery. I know you’d be miserable, if you had feelings. But you took my girl. That means I don’t care anymore.”

He surged forward. The Cybermen that had stood so perfectly still all reacted at once, but one of them was down before it even got the chance to move. And then the second one was down just as fast.

And so it went.

“You alright, mate?”

The Doctor glanced up at the young man standing above him. Very young, mid-twenties by the look of him. Odd chin, floppy hair, bowtie. A pretty boy, definitely, with a strange smile, like he knew some brilliant secret that he was just dying to tell but still wouldn’t because it was too good to spoil.

 "I’m fine,“ the Doctor answered.

"Nah,” said the young man, flopping down to sit next to him on the park bench. Flop was a very good word for him. He was floppy. And sparky-eyed. "You’re not. I can tell. Go on, spill.“

The Doctor glared, adding a hint of the Oncoming Storm into the look. The man didn't seem one bit bothered. And then, because sometimes the Doctor just could tell, he thought that you might have liked this man. Maybe you would have liked him a wee bit too much, and that- that- oh, that would have made him jealous before, but now it just seemed sort of funny.

With a sigh, the Doctor sat back. "It’s a girl, alright? Just a girl.”

“Oh, it’s never just a girl,” the man corrected. Wise words from a puppy, the Doctor thought. "So, what? Breakup? Were you a rubbish date? Ooh, even better: you’re completely in love and she doesn’t even know you exist.“

"I lost her.”

“Oh, darn. Breakup is the worst option outta those.”

“No, she-” The Doctor scrubbed a palm down his face, angry with himself for talking to a stranger about this. But he just couldn’t stop, could he? "She died. There was an accident.“

"Ah.” The young man nodded sagely. “I see.”

“Do you?”

“My wife’s had some health problems,” the man admitted, shrugging in a way that made him seem uncomfortable with the broadness of his own shoulders. “We thought that she wasn’t gonna live half as long as me. We had to search all over the world for something to tack on a few more years to her life expectancy.”

Despite himself, the Doctor was curious. “Yeah? And how’s she doing now?”

“Funny story, actually. We went back to my hometown, in Ireland, and whaddaya know! They’ve got what she needs. She’s got full life expectancy now. She might even outlive me.”

The young man seemed so genuinely pleased with this that the Doctor couldn’t help smiling, just a little bit.

“Good for the both of you,” the Doctor said, softer and kinder than he had been before.

“Yeah,” the young man agreed. And then, unexpectedly, he patted the Doctor on the shoulder and gave him an encouraging smile. “Hey now, don’t you give up.  I’ll betcha that something good is just around the corner.”

“Maybe,” the Doctor said, and he didn’t believe it at all.

For some reason, the young man laughed.

Warm Arms

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Request: I was wondering if you could write a one shot where the reader was assaulted in the past and has been recovering from it but she hears the sound of fabric tearing and it makes her think of that night but Dean ends up comforting her?

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,800ish

Warnings: implied sexual assault

A/N: Super fluffy Dean…


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Intruding

Summary: A drunk Scott Lang breaks into your home. Before you could think of calling the police, your cat decides that he likes Scott and cuddles up to him.

Word Count: 1,690

Warnings: Mentions of drinking. Drunk behavior.



A loud, clattering noise followed by a yelp and you were out of bed, baseball bat in hand. Poising yourself to attack, you tiptoed out of your room and towards the living room, where the light had just been turned on. Your heart was beating fast enough to make you think it would burst out of your ribcage and you tried to breathe through your nose, biting your lower lip. You could feel a beat of sweat trailing down the side of your face.

It was the middle of the night and you had an intruder. Not only that, but you had left your cell phone on the coffee table, far away from you and close to whomever had broken into your home. You glanced around in search of Mister Baggins, but he was nowhere to be found. The little bastard had probably sneaked out the window in search of food. He always did that, even if he had a full bowl of kibbles on the kitchen floor.

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Edge of Everything (epilogue)

I haven’t written this in so long and I had so much fun writing this. Hope you guys enjoy a little glimpse into the life after the story =)

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Epilogue

3 years later.

Life with Cassian was better than could’ve ever imagined. We laughed together, we had our routines. Everything was as it had always been and yet there was so much more. Rey grew, she turned three and then four in this house. Cassian started marking the wall with her height. She was getting so big, so fast.

I rubbed my hand over my belly as I sat in front of the computer. I had found success in writing, something I had stopped after Tomas hurt me. Writing had always been my solace, my safe place, but he had taken that away. But marrying Cassian, finding happiness, had brought back my desire to write, to tell stories again.

I went back to school for creative writing. Rhysand promoted Cassian. Rey started preschool. Life moved on and it truly did get better. The darkness gave way to the light and I no longer focused on how awful it had been. The nightmares stopped, it all disappeared with each new memory we made.

Cassian cried the day I told him I was pregnant. We hadn’t been trying, but we also hadn’t been avoiding it. When I was late, when the smell of bacon made me sick, I knew something was different. Cassian and Rey had their weekly daddy daughter date and I went to get a test. This time when the strip turned pink I didn’t cry. I didn’t go numb or get scared.

Because this time I was going to have a baby with my best friend.

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