at least i found a place to watch it

Sweater Weather

Jughead x Reader

Wordcount: 2.2k

Request: Can you do an imagine where Jughead breaks up with the reader and she doesn’t go  to school for a couple of days and when she returns she’s a mess wearing joggers and something of Jugheads.

Warnings: none/fluff/possible swearing

Summary: Based on the Neighbourhood Sweater Weather, Jughead breaks the readers heart, she’s a mess and when he sees what he’s done he realises it was a mistake.

Originally posted by juptern

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Hotter Than The Pizza - Smut

Originally posted by jugheadjones

Author: @writing-obrien and @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Dave Hodgman/Reader
Words: 5,504
AN: This fic was going to just be Chloe’s but then I jumped in to help her and it became a collab. You’re welcome. There’s just not enough Hodgman stories in the world.  Contains masturbation (both), Oral (female receiving), ‘Skype Sex’, inspired by Chloe’s truly embarrassing events at a pizza restaurant, except hers didn’t end this well. 




She couldn’t really be counted as the ‘new’ waitress anymore, seeing as she’d worked there for four months now. But in those four months business had spiked. People just adored her service.

Parents admired how well she treated the children.

Kids loved when she brought over crayons and drawings she’d printed herself.

Staff took advantage of the fact that she did many tables at once, leaving them to stand idle and chat while still getting the wages.

Teenage girls relished in the times that she would make chat and give advice on everything from lipstick shades to what has the most or few calories in.

Teenage boys simply came for the skirt that she wore showed just enough to tease without being slutty, her legs on show and her top fitted, pens lined along her top pocket.

Dave, however, had entirely different reasons for being here. He loved how her smile lit up when she was left a good tip on a bill. He loved how her hair fell perfectly around her face when she would let it down after shutting hours, cleaning the tables and singing her heart out to the music blasting. He loved that she worked overtime at the little shop, so that he could casually swing back and say hi.

He loved her.

He also hated that he was so sentimental about it and he couldn’t just think like the rest of the male population thought about her. Which he hated too.

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Sick at Work - reid x reader

Request: prompt 40 with Spence

“You feel warm, I think you’re coming down with something.”

Originally posted by toyboxboy

You walked through the bullpen lazily, which was unlike you. You normally walked with such pride and confidence that you made the whole room brighter, and everyone wanted to know you. Today, however, your posture was slumped over and your face looked blank. You felt queasy and uncomfortable, but you had a lot of work to do so you came in anyway.

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First Loves Aren’t Always The Greatest

Originally posted by eu-sunt

Originally posted by allfandoms-imagines

REQUESTED

Summary: Damon and (Y/N) have a rocky relationship. Just perfect timing for a untimely stranger to swoop in

Pairing: Damon x Reader for now

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries, The Originals

Author: @jeffdavisspawn


I knew he was growing distant. I could feel it, the boy I first loved slipping away from me. He had come home late that night. Probably with her. I couldn’t blame him, he fell in love but it just wasn’t me.

“Hey babe.”, Damon said, closing the door behind him. He walked into the room and noticed my saddened expression. “Hey, what’s wrong?”.

I looked at him then turned my back and walked to the fire which was set ablaze. With tears brimming in my eyes, I asked, “Were you with her?”.

“What? Who? I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”, he answered almost instantly.

What was he doing? I knew that Damon could be mean sometimes but lying to my face. He owed me more that.

“I can’t do this-”

“Do what?”

“Watch as you drift away from me Damon. You’re lying to my face! It’s like you have no respect for me whatsoever.”, you confront, “So I’ll save you the trouble. I’ll leave. I’ll break up with you. I’ll do anything to stop feeling like a piece of garbage.”

With that, I walk out of the Salvatore mansion and climb into my car. Then I start drive. To nowhere really. No place. I don’t know where to go anymore.

Moments I found myself in front of the Mystic Grill. Great! At least, I’ll get a drink! As I entered the grill, I completed ordering a bourbon but then I settled for a glass of gin. Thinking about bourbon only led to a total downpour of emotions to which I drowned in the alcohol. Becoming highly intoxicated, I spotted a man with handsome features. Something was off about him. I could smell it. Werewolf? Warlock? Vampire? Definitely vampire. He shifts out of his chair and sits in the seat next to mine. “What you drinkin’ luv?”, he asked in a British dialect. I swirl the contents of my liquor in my glass and ponder.

“British and a vampire? Let me guess, a Mikaelson.”, I say. His eyebrows arch.

“I wonder which one you are. Well, I hear Elijah is always dressed to the nines so that rules him out. And Klaus has dirty blonde hair and Finn’s a big stick-in-the-mud and this is certainly not his scene.”, I ramble, thinking, “So I guess that leaves… Kol.”

I offer my hand, “Hello, Kol Mikaelson.”

Snowed In

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Author: @oppsiwrotemorefanfic

Summary: You and Sam spend the night in one of Bobby’s old cabins.

Word Count: 828

Warnings: implied smut, drinking

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Chapter Five

║ch1║ch2║ch3║ ║ch4║

Mystic Messenger High School AU

Word Count: 1,731


      You got ready and sat at the window of your empty house until the car pulled up to the curb. Saeyoung was driving, as usual, and Saeran met you half way to your door.

     “A dress?” he pulled a sucker from his lips but his mouth hung open still.
It was just a simple, white quarter-sleeve dress and some boots. You brushed your hair behind your ears. This was the final decision after standing in front of the mirror changing probably 17 times. How were you supposed to know what to wear to this thing?

     “I knew it, I look dumb!” you rocked on your heels.

     “No, you look-“

     “You look great!” Saeyoung chimed in from the drivers seat.

     Saeran gave his brother a quick annoyed glance, “anyway, let’s get going.”

     He opened the back door for you to get in, and you felt him slide unexpectedly next to you.

     “Ah, what the heck, now I feel like a chauffeur!” Saeyoung whined from the front.

     “So act like one and get going,” Saeran replied.

     They both stared at each other for a moment through the rear view mirror while you dug through your purse to retrieve your phone. Saeyoung looked away while stepping on the gas.

     “Seat-belts for safety!” Saeyoung sang as you began to drive down the road.

     “Yoosung snuck out! Did you see in the messenger?” you showed Saeran your phone.

     “He actually did it,” Saeran laughed, “I like this new bold Yoosung,” he put the sucker back in his mouth and twirled it with his fingers.

     “Yeah, until you’re playing babysitter tonight,” Saeyoung made a hard right turn.

     “Whatever. Let him have fun,” Saeran shrugged and sank back into the seat.

     The rest of the car ride had some oddly quiet moments. You spent most of the time staring out of the window watching the houses progressively become larger and more expensive looking, a sure sign you were getting close. What would it be like to live in one of those mansions? It seemed like a waste to have all of those rooms you’d never use. You decided it would be much more comfortable to live in a slightly smaller house. Having too much space would be creepy at night.

     When you finally parked at the docks you could hear the sound of laughter and music echoing from a distant pier. It was a clear night and the breeze from the water was extra chilly.

     “You cold?” Saeran placed an arm around you while you walked, avoiding Saeyoung’s glance.

     “I’ll be alright in a bit,” you smiled, suddenly feeling much warmer.

     The yacht was incredible. You’d never seen one up close, let alone been on one. It seemed like half the school was there. There were groups of people dancing, some girls taking selfies, a clique huddled together passing a joint around and laughing. It was all a little overwhelming. Before you even got a drink Yoosung had stumbled up to the three of you, taking a deep gulp from his glass.

     “Yay, you’re here!” Yoosung’s speech was slurred and he pulled all three of you into a hug, spilling some of his drink behind Saeran.

     “Are you seriously wasted already?” Saeyoung sighed.

     “Heyy, I snuck out I’m already in trouble so imma have fun.”

     He seemed perplexed by his now almost empty glass. Sipping what was left he walked off to get more, you assumed. His steps were harder than they should be as he left, like he needed to plant his foot into the ground or he might just float away.

     “Like I said. Babysitting. Have fun with that,” Saeyoung winked to Saeran and left to meet V and Jumin who were casually sitting on some lounge chairs.

     Saeran groaned, “I’m gunna go smoke…do you?…” his voice trailed off at the question.

     “No,” you shook your head, “but go ahead.”

     “Okay, I’ll be back in a sec.”

     You wandered around for a bit, stopping to see Zen playing beer pong at a table. You recognized his partner, another theater kid that he hung out with a lot. It was a close game, both sides down to their last two cups, and both teams missing shot after shot. Finally, Zen sunk one in and everybody watching cheered. When he sunk the next and final shot the other team let out a loud groan of defeat while his partner gave him a victory high-five.

     “Hey! You made it, come play the next round with me!” Zen called out to you as he filled the plastic cups back up and formed a triangle.

     “Alright…” you put your purse on the ground next to the table leg.

     “Don’t worry, I’ll drink all of the shots they make so you don’t have to,” he winked, “and it’s okay if you miss. It’s just for fun,” he dipped the ball into the water and handed it to you.

     It had been a long time since you last played. Everyone was watching you try and line up your shot. You aimed for the middle, letting it loose and sinking it first try.

     “Hey, you’re pretty good! Okay you’re officially my new pong partner!” Zen clapped.

     “What the fuck, man!” his last partner yelled from the side, throwing his hands up.

     “Sorry, man. She’s got you beat in more ways than one, what can I say?” he shrugged.

     He kept his promise and drank all of the cups for you both, though it seemed to have no effect on him. You missed a few shots but he just smiled and waved it off. It got louder and louder the more shots you both sank, and finally Zen won the game once again.

     “Ready for this next one?” he cracked open another fresh beer and began pouring.

     “I should go see what the others are up to, actually,” you looked around trying to find where Saeyoung or Saeran where at.

     “Damn, really? Alright. But you have to come back for at least one more game!” he called as you walked away.

     “I will!” you turned to smile and wave.

     You peeked inside the cabin to find the glasses and bottles of wine that had been laid out for everyone. Your fingers traced the labels of the various bottles, they looked expensive. You may not have been to many parties, but even you could tell this one was pretty strange. You were used to plastic cups and watery beer. Not real glasses and expensive liquor and wine. It was like a high school party mixed with an adult party. Half of the people were by Zen drinking cheap beer and the other half were sipping wine and self-made cocktails next to V and Jumin. You poured yourself a glass of red wine and took an immediate sip. It was a burst of flavor and aroma and you closed your eyes in delight. You poured a bit more in your glass before walking off.

     After scanning through the various groups of people you found Saeran sitting alone on a chair. His face was buried in his phone and he had that usual annoyed look, illuminated by the screen light as he scrolled. The hood of his jacket was now over his head and he looked like this was the last place on earth he wanted to be.

     “Hey,” you sat next to him with your glass in hand, “having fun, I see,” you laughed.

     “Loads,” he rolled his eyes, “but at least I get to watch Yoosung make a fool of himself.”

     He gestured to Yoosung who was having trouble standing in one spot as he talked to three girls. It seemed like he was trying to get them to dance, but when he spilled some of his whiskey on one of their heels they shrieked and walked away.

     “Has he always been like this?” you asked.

     “No. He never used to drink, or even go to parties. A year and a half ago his cousin died. She was part of our group, and he really looked up to her. He’s been acting crazy ever since. I just let him do his own thing but we all watch over him, hoping he gets over this soon,” he explained.

     “That’s so sad. He kinda mentioned something about that the other day…” you took a sip of your wine. You hadn’t had much but you could already feel a slight buzz coming on.

     Yoosung stumbled his way over to you both and slumped into a chair. His eyes were lidded and his movements uncoordinated and sluggish.

     “How ya doin, champ?” Saeran smirked.

     “No one want’sa dance with me,” he seemed to almost cry for a moment.

     “I’ll dance with you, Yoosung. But maybe we should get you some water, first?” you suggested.

      “You’re so pretty,” his head tilted towards you and the words came out mushed together, “so nice’n prettyy.”

     “You’re drunk,” you replied, embarrassed.

     “It’s not fair you like Saeyoung,” he took a sip of his whiskey again, “did’joo know that, Saeran? She likes him,” he turned to Saeran and sighed.

     “Yoosung!” your face was flush and your heart jumped, “I-I…you’ve had way too much to drink. Saeran…do you think you could take him home?” you asked while grabbing the cup out of Yoosung’s hand.

      Saeran groaned and pressed his brow in, “come on, dummy. Way to ruin my night,” he sighed and picked Yoosung up, helping guide him towards his car.

     Though you couldn’t see it, Saeran’s face had twisted into an expression of sadness as he tried to process what Yoosung just said. Was it true? He felt a little sick to his stomach thinking about it all. Now he was going to be up all night watching Yoosung and replaying that small sentence in his mind.

     You set the cup down when they were both out of your sight, staring now into your glass of wine and watching the light reflect on the red liquid before taking another long sip. A hoodie was draped over you from behind and you felt a warm hand pressed onto your back for only a moment. It smelled pleasant, like a nice cologne, and you pulled it further over your shoulders.

     “You must be freezing,” Saeyoung appeared now and took a seat next to you, a smile wide on his face.

Spoiler Alert

 Based on this post/prompt

Darcy/Bucky, Soulmate AU

Word Count: 1855

(I know Darcy is American, but I just can’t bring myself to refer to Philosopher’s Stone as Sorcerer’s Stone so assume her copy of the book came from England or something, if you need an excuse for that).

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◠ the study slump ◡ 

Originally posted by satanteen17

a/n: this is dedicated to my cinnamon stick, lil chan stan anon, who had a not so very good week :(( as well as the rainy weather which set the mood for me writin’ this. feel better my lov!!

» word count: 948

» includes: café setting + study stress + soft lee chan comforting reader


Chan was not the most pleased person when he watched you enter the coffee shop. The plastic sheen of your rain coat was scattered with droplets freshly spurned from the sky, your head hung low and hair a dampened mess. He noticed a few tendrils curling from underneath your hood, sticking to your cheeks and attaching to your lips. You collapsed at a table near the window, where liquid bullets were still bouncing off the glass.

He readied his voice to call out to you but immediately halted himself when you uncovered your usual ringed notebook and textbook thickened with a thousand pages. They slapped against the table harshly and Chan felt his brows automatically furrow when you heaved a frustrated sigh and carded your fingers through the countless notes. You were studying, again, for the fifth time that week.

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A Lovely Night (1/3) [Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader]

Summary: What happens when Lin’s path and yours cross while trying to make it into Broadway?

Word count: 1,481

Warnings: Alcohol mention and… That’s pretty much it. 

A/N: Guess who juut watched La La Land and it’s obsessed with it? That’s right, me and @hamilbye​. Inspired by the soundtrack we started writing our first fic together and we are loving it! We hope you guys like it too. PS: listen to the La La Land soundtrack while reading this! haha <3

askbox | ren’s masterlist | nat’s masterlist


“C’mon  [Y/N], you need to go with us!” Natalie was at your bedroom’s door, wearing her sparkly dress with amazing heels. She stared at you as you hid your face with one of the pillows placed on your bed.

“I don’t wanna!” You answer, the voice muffled by the pillow.You sat up and Natalie entered the room, sitting by the end of the bed. “These parties are full of people with egos that wouldn’t fit in the same room if they had to.”

“That’s Broadway, love. You want to make it here, and for that you need to know the right people. There’s someone in that crowd worth your time and effort.” You eyed her like you didn’t believe a word she said, even though you knew there was truth in her statement. “Now grab that pretty dress you never used and put some red lipstick on, we’ll wait for you.”

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Dear Mom ii.

[A little note: I needed something to help me cope with this week Freshman chapter. Though re-blogging and using gifs help, I also find this very therapeutic 😏. Hope it helps you too. Keep calm and choice on!]

Dear Mom,

Another couple weeks of spring have flown by and yet I’m starting to forget my place in the universe. I think about all the things I’ve accomplished since starting at Hartfeld, all the friends I’ve made and all the adventures I’ve had - but none of it seems to matter anymore when everything kind of feels like it’s falling apart. Like we’re falling apart.

I can feel the pressure now more than ever. It’s so bad that even Professor Atiyah can see it too. When we met to discuss my novel, I think she saw a lot that I didn’t want to show her. Somehow she’s managed to see past my facade. She’s finding all the little chinks that I’ve been trying to hide in my armor. She gives me this look that adults give you when they think they understand everything. Then her next words makes my heart sink because it’s what I’ve been fearing for awhile. She told me all my latest chapters are missing something - its usual umph…its spark. She says they lack detail. Somehow, she’s seeing all the wear and tear from college.

If Professor Vasquez could see me now, I dread what he’d say. He’d probably curse me for not being able to channel all my emotions productively. He’d probably toss my papers back at me and demand that I do them over until he’s satisfied. But he’s not here, and I’m struggling to remember what he’s taught me. I half-stumble through the rest of our conversation; admitting to Professor Atiyah that I wasn’t sure where I was headed anymore. I wasn’t sure where I wanted it go. She tried to comfort me in her own small way; giving me her weary adult advice, but it barely dulls the unsettled feelings I have.

So much has changed in one semester.

Chris is so busy that he’s rarely ever home anymore and when he is it still feels like he’s not here. He’s been propositioning the Second Chance Scholarship to the student council. It’s all he talks about and he barely makes time for anything else. I’m beginning to think it’s some sort of obsession for him, like he’s trying so hard to beat Sebastian at his own game that he doesn’t care about anything else. The rest of me knows that’s silly; he just wants to do something good for Hartfeld and its students. He wants to leave his mark, and give people like Zig a second chance in life. I can respect that but not at the cost of our friendship. He’s forgetting the little things until they become big things. He forgets his chores, our meet-ups by the cafe, friday movie nights - and recently he made up some lame excuse not to come with us to Kaitlyn’s concert. He called the whole thing dumb. Dumb. We’re his friends, we’re supposed to support him no matter what but I don’t like the idea of my own experiences being chalked up as dumb in comparison very well. I know what you’re going to say. You’re going to read this and tell me that it wasn’t his intention, and that he means well. You’re going to say I shouldn’t give him such a hard time - but I’ve tried being patient. I’ve tried being the supportive friend. I’m proud of him for doing something so important, for working tirelessly  - but I’m starting to feel like we don’t matter anymore.

James isn’t doing much better either. He’s been gone for less than two weeks and already I miss him. I miss his advice, his eerie wisdom for his age and our casual meet ups that didn’t revolve around work. I know he’s trying to get settled into the Hollywood world; its demands and its sacrifices - but no matter how much he misses Hartfeld, he’d miss this opportuntity more. Our last skype call together didn’t end well. He muted himself when he thought I wasn’t looking. I know that doesn’t sound like much but I was in the middle of sharing my ramblings about our lives, all the drama and all the tension that’s been slowly stifling us. I know his work is important - but aren’t we important too? Don’t we deserve to be noticed? It’s not often that we get to talk, and I wasted all this time venting on my end with nothing but an invisible wall between us, and his shifting eyes that followed the movement of his fingers on his keyboard. We’re supposed to be able to talk to each other - no matter what, except all I can hear from him is his own constant struggles with his movie adaption. What about my own struggles? 

Kaitlyn’s the worst of it. You know me mom, Kaitlyn and I are inseparable. Normally I’m the one defending her when our other suitemates get mad at something she says or does. I deflect the snide comments with humor or brush off any kind of antagonistic behavior. She’s important to me, and nothing anyone else says should change that. But now I can barely come up with a reason to defend her anymore. She’s been spending a lot more time with her bandmates, and a lot less time with us. And by the time she gets home, we’re already getting ready to start the next day. Abbie’s right to be worried; the Kaitlyn we know now is barely recognizable. Where’s the fun-loving, hilariously adorable Kaitlyn that I used to tell everything to? We used to spend a lot of nights together, staying up late to watch horror-films, bundled in blankets and laughing at their poorly developed plots. Or the week we spent switching through different clubs in our desperate attempt to find our own place to fit in on campus. Now that she’s found her own niche, it’s just sad because I don’t see the rest of us fitting. I don’t see myself in it. I miss her, the old her.

At least things are going well for Abbie and Tyler. They’re still the only constant ship that’s sailing in our lives. Abbie spends a lot of time with Tyler and vice versa; so one is never really around without the other. I think if they ever broke up, I wouldn’t have anything worth coming home to anymore. Recently, we finally had some time to catch up, we were over due for some serious girl-talk when Abbie confessed they crossed that final intimate barrier. I’m happy for her, but the surge of jealously is hard to ignore when I can’t seem to find any luck in that department. But at least there’s still something good left at home.

Zig’s the most recent addition to our little group. Well I wouldn’t call him so much of addition except that he keeps popping up everywhere. He’s a surprisingly good listener even though I shrugged him off at first as not the type. He’s so interesting; a bundle of mysteries just waiting to be unraveled. I really hope this Second Chance scholarship works out for him. Even if he isn’t doing it for himself; maybe some day he’ll find a reason to. 

Remarkably out of everyone, Zack’s looking more and more like the greatest friend of the year. Whenever I’m feeling down - he’s already there, sketching by the roof or poking his head in my room when the door’s open. He’s there - ready and willing to listen to me. We give each other advice, and lean on each other for support. Sometimes we don’t even exchange words, sometimes neither of us wants to, and just sitting around each other, watching tv is enough. Sometimes the silence is all the comfort we need. 

There’s only a couple weeks of spring left and yet I can’t shake the feeling that the worst of it is yet to come. Maybe it’s because everything’s been so hard lately that I feel this way. In any case, I just can’t wait for the rest of the semester to be over.

Yours truly,

X.

Dersha Fiction: skylines: the prequel (ch.4)

First of all, I would like to apologize for the wait on this chapter. Writer’s block kicked my butt! Hopefully this makes up for it. Enjoy! Catch up on the series (here).

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters! All characters belong to James LaRosa. (minus Jasmine’s bitch ass)

What happened two nights ago, kept replaying in Ahsha’s mind. Trying to avoid Derek was getting harder every day. They saw each other from a distance, but Ahsha made sure she didn’t spend any extra time in the arena. She went out of her way to not risk running into him in the halls. After practices, she made sure to walk out with a group. That way, she could say hello and keep it moving. It was honestly childish and Ahsha knew she was being ridiculous.

“You seemed a little distracted today in practice. Everything good,” Kyle asked, pulling her shirt over her head. “Didn’t even seemed phased by Jasmine’s bitching today.”

“I’m cool. Just been looking at graduate programs and it’s stressing me out. Gotta find the perfect one, ya know,” Ahsha said, shutting her locker and leaning against the cool metal. “I need that second degree if I want to move up in the dance world after I’m too old to be on the stage.”

“You’ll get it all figured out. At least you have a plan after this is all said and done. I’ll probably go back to the strip club if this doesn’t work out for me. I didn’t even finish college, so there’s that,” Kyle expressed, a hint of sadness in her voice. That sadness quickly disappeared. “Oh well, it’s good money.”

“You’re a mess, you know that,” Ahsha chuckled, throwing her bag over her shoulder. “What you got up for tonight. Want to get some drinks?” She was literally trying everything to get Derek off her brain. Maybe drinking away her horniness was possible and she would forget about the sexy baller.

Kyle’s eyes lit up at the mention of drinks. “Now you know I’m always down for drinks, girl. Let’s go!”

The two friends rushed out of the arena and to a nearby bar. They both ordered cocktails and took a seat at one of the tall tables near the front door. “This place is nice,” Kyle expressed, taking in the modern scenery with touches of plum and ruby. “Never even noticed this place from the street.”

“It’s a hidden gem. I truly needed this,” Ahsha answered, pointing to her drink. Derek was still on her mind and it was obvious. Distraction was literally written all over Ahsha’s face.

“Okay, what’s going on with you? This has nothing to do with school or the Devil Girls, does it,” Kyle questioned, placing her glass back on the table. “Spill it.”

When you had a face that expressed everything, it was impossible to not look bothered. Ahsha sighed and sat back in her seat. At least Kyle had proven to be someone she could trust. If any of the other girls found out, Ahsha would probably be fired immediately. Especially with Jasmine watching her every move.

“Uh oh, that sigh doesn’t sound good.” Leaning forward, Kyle gave Ahsha all her attention.

Taking another deep breath, Ahsha mumbled, “I almost slept with Derek.” The words actually leaving her mouth made it sink in. She was close to letting Derek give her the ‘D’. Waiting on Kyle’s reaction, Ahsha stared down at the table. “We didn’t do much but-“

“Whoa, whoa, back up. You didn’t do much? What exactly did you do then,” Kyle asked, her blue eyes widening as she stared back in shock. The gossip was just too good for her to pass up. The drink could wait.

“I mean…we didn’t actually have sex. He…ugh…he attempted to go down on me,” Ahsha continued, watching Kyle almost fall out of her seat and forward on the table.  “But I stopped him.” ‘

“You stopped him! How on earth did you gather up enough willpower to do that? When the hell did all of this happen,” Kyle gasped, her mouth still hanging open after she was done talking.

“Two nights ago. When we hung out after the Red vs Black game. I don’t even know how it happened. We were talking and then he was between my legs,” the brown beauty admitted, clasping a hand over her face. “I can’t even face the man now.”

“Wow. I can’t believe it,” Kyle responded, shaking her head. “You do realize that you can’t avoid this man forever, right?”

“I know,” Ahsha whined. “I don’t know what to do. He’s not my type but I can’t let him go for some reason. It’s stupid.”

“Maybe he is your type and you’re having a hard time accepting that,” Kyle added, tilting her head. “But you let this man get a taste and you stopped him? Please show me your ways because they’re magical. How do you do that?”

Playing around with her napkin, Ahsha muttered, “Yeah, something else was magical too.”

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Ahsha. Clearly, you like the man and he likes you back. Why are you torturing yourself like this,” the blonde dancer pressed, seriously attempting to talk sense into her friend. “You need to talk to him. Before this gets extra awkward.”

“Um, it’s already awkward. What am I supposed to say? Oh, thanks for trying to tongue me down the other night, how have you been? I gotta leave him alone. This cannot happen.”

Kyle shook her head. Ahsha was stubborn and would have to figure it out on her own. After a few minutes of silence, Kyle asked, “Was it good?”

Well, of course it was good. The few seconds she allowed the man. “Yeah,” Ahsha snickered as she blushed.

……………..

After the Devil players finished their workout, Derek hurried to the lockerroom. He had a photoshoot and interview with Nike, a new endorsement he had received months ago. His stock as a Devil player was rising, which would be good once he was in a contract year. Building a kingdom was his goal since entering the league, even though he had gotten distracted by the fame, women, and money. He yearned to leave a legacy. The endorsements and building a brand were a good start. Other than his interview, Derek’s mind was on a special lady. After what happened between him and Ahsha a few nights ago, he couldn’t keep her off his mind. They hadn’t talked since then and Derek wasn’t sure if she even wanted to talk. There was something about her that kept him intrigued and he couldn’t figure out what it was. Maybe it was her carefree attitude, her boisterous laugh, the way her eyes twinkled when you complimented her, or the way she rolled her eyes in fake annoyance. In the last few weeks, he had gotten to know a person that was real. Nothing about Ahsha screamed a front. She just remained herself and he appreciated her realness since he hadn’t met anyone like her since being in the league. It was refreshing. But maybe he had moved too fast and scared her off.

“You trying to be late for your interview, bro,” Terrence asked, noticing Derek sitting on the bench in front of his locker.

“Oh! Just in here thinking and lost track of time,” Derek hurried to his feet and opened his locker.

“Thinking about Ahsha, huh,” his friend added with a smirk, earning a side eye. They had conversations about Derek’s favorite Devil Girl, though Derek didn’t tell his best friend what had happened the other night. “Nah,” Derek lied.

“I’m just fucking with you, man,” Terrence added, noticing Derek’s attitude.

“I’m cool. A lot on my mind right now,” Derek replied, stuffing his shoes in the gym bag and shutting his locker.

Terrence paused and turned to face Derek. “Dude, everything alright?” Derek wasn’t normally quiet unless he was sleep or bothered.

Glancing at his watch, Derek plopped back down on the bench. He didn’t even know where to begin or how to explain what he was feeling. Probably because he was feeling a way he had never felt before when it came to a woman. “It’s about Ahsha.”

“Ohhh,” Terrence piped up, leaning against the lockers, giving Derek his full attention. “She’s a good girl, don’t go fucking her over.”

“You act like you know her,” Derek shot back, more irritated with the fact that Terrence was accusing him of treating Ahsha like a groupie.

Before Derek could even accuse Terrence of trying to step in and steal his chance, he explained, “I don’t but it’s not hard to see she’s not like them hoes you’ve messed with. Unlike them, she has her head on straight. So, don’t go fucking her over and make it hard for the next guy.”

“I’m assuming you’re the next guy,” the baller added, saltiness taking over his tone. Having a bad boy reputation was a gift and a curse. Some women were into it, while women like Ahsha were looking for a stand-up guy. A guy that most likely fit Terrence’s description. That was the type of man you took home to your parents.

“That’s not what I meant. You know I’m with Jasmine and plus I wouldn’t do you like that. You know how you can be, D.”  

Hearing Terrence basically let him know he was the stereotypical athlete pissed him off. The truth hurt and Derek honestly didn’t want to hear it right now. He knew what his reputation was and didn’t need to be reminded constantly. “Exactly how can I be, T?”

It wasn’t Terrence’s goal to insult Derek but he had to let him know. He had to be honest with his teammate. When it came to women, he had a problem and Terrence hated to see a good girl getting caught up in the mess. Ahsha was new to the professional sports world and girls like her often got hurt by guys like Derek. It happened every season and then led to tons of drama.

“I’m just saying. You can’t lead her on and then drop her when you get bored,” Terrence warned. “Don’t you get tired of the games? I don’t know ol’ girl like that but seriously…”

“I get it and I’m being careful,” Derek replied, finally grabbing his bag, and standing to his feet. “Thanks for the advice, Mr. Love Doctor,” the baller threw in as he left the Devils locker room. Though it was the advice he didn’t want to hear, deep down he knew Terrence had a point.

…………..

Calendar Shoot-Devil Players and Devil Girls

As usual, the Devils calendar shoot was one of the most anticipated events of the year. A few seasons ago, they began implementing the Devils’ players which sold more calendars. The marketing team knew they had created something magical and the tradition continue. Locations changed every year and this time they were shooting at a mansion. Little did Ahsha know, this mansion belonged to the very guy she was trying to avoid.

As the dancers filed into the front door of the gorgeous home, Jasmine gave them instructions. “Ahsha…you’re February. You’ll be working with Derek.” Ahsha’s eyes widened at the news. First of all, February was always Jasmine’s month and secondly, why did she have to work with Derek? Of all the players on the roster, she had to work with the one who was just between her thighs days ago?

“February is your month, though,” Ahsha frowned.

Jasmine’s lips curved into a grin. “I decided to switch it up this year. Plus, me and Terrence want to do December, anyway. I’m sure you’ll have lots of fun.” With that, the hazel eyed dancer winked and moved on to the next girl. Did Jasmine know what had happened between she and Derek? Was he seriously one of those guys that couldn’t keep his damn mouth shut and had to kiss and tell?

Ahsha hurried up the spiral staircase and to the first room to her right. Rehearsing the possible conversation she would have with Derek in her head, Ahsha changed into her assigned bikini. The fabric seemed to barely cover her bottom. Great.

“Bow chica wow wow,” a familiar southern drawl rang out. Kyle quickly shut the door behind her and retreated to another corner of the room. “Heard you were shooting with Derek.” Kyle couldn’t even hide her smirk when she mentioned Ahsha’s favorite player.

“My lucky day,” came Ahsha’s sarcastic reply as she adjusted the straps on her swimsuit. “Who are you shooting with?”

“Gerald,” Kyle huffed. “Don’t know why they put me with him when he can barely grip a fucking basketball. What’s he gonna do with all this?”

“You know, I really can’t stand you, Kyle,” Ahsha laughed, shaking her head. “Please don’t make that man, nervous. Were the makeup and hair people downstairs already?”

“Yep, they are. Along with your man.”

Acting like she didn’t hear Kyle’s smart remark, Ahsha wrapped a robe around her shoulders and made the trip downstairs. Hair and makeup was set up in the living area and there were already a few Devil Girls getting dolled up for the shoot. Ahsha settled for a chair near the staircase when she saw Derek standing with a few of the Devil’s players in the kitchen.

Terrence and Jasmine were in the kitchen going back and forth about the month they were shooting. “I’m not wearing that stupid Santa hate, J. We always shoot February. What’s different this year?”

“It was time for a change. Don’t you think, baby? I know February is a special month for us but I wanted something different. Plus, I wanted to give someone else a chance to do the month of love,” Jasmine answered sweetly, in an attempt to butter Terrence up. February was their anniversary month which made the shoot special for them.

“You gave February to a rookie. Come on now, you can’t think I’m that stupid,” Terrence shot back. Jasmine had jealously issues and he knew that up front. No one on the team could outshine her and she used her manipulative ways to run off anyone that threatened her shine. People asked him what he saw in a girl with so much attitude but no one would ever understand.  

Her eyes widened. “I’m giving her a chance to shine. What’s wrong with that?”

“You giving another girl a chance,” Terrence’s cocked a brow. “It’s obvious you can’t stand her and you’re setting her up. Can you put the bullshit aside for once?”

“And you’re taking up for the bitch,” Jasmine spat, her eyes narrowing into slits.

The couple continued arguing as Derek slid past them and made his way over to Ahsha’s station. If they would be shooting together, then the ice needed to be broken. “Morning Davenport,” Derek hummed, catching Ahsha’s eye in the mirror.

“Good morning,” she replied, the awkward tension building between them instantly. “Looks like I’m shooting with you?”

“Your lucky day,” Derek flirted, trying to ease the tension. The makeup artist huffed, letting Derek know that he was standing in her way. “I’ll be waiting for you out back. Just go through the kitchen and then you’ll see the double doors.”

“Oh, look at you knowing your way around this huge ass house,” the dancer threw in with a chuckle.

“Well I think living here probably helps me out a bit. See you out back,” he winked, patting Ahsha on the shoulder before leaving her alone. Ahsha blushing like a school-aged girl caused the makeup artist to shake her head.

…………….

The February Shoot

The California sun beat down on Ahsha’s skin as she waited for her photoshoot partner. Her nerves were out of control, causing her hands to get clammy. Small talk most definitely wouldn’t cure the awkwardness between them. For the moment, she would have to force herself to stop thinking about the sexy face Derek made when he-

“Damn,” a deep voice interrupted. Ahsha’s head snapped around to find a shirtless Derek Roman leaning against one of the pillars nearby. “Looking good, rook.”

Suddenly, Ahsha felt shy in her small red bikini. Wrapping her arms around her upper body, Ahsha sat in one of the lawn chairs. Their photographer was still setting up the scene with the help of the Devil Girl director.

“You don’t have to be shy around little ol’ me,” Derek replied, joining her on the large chair. When Ahsha only responded with a side eye, Derek took his chance to talk about what had happened between them. “We going to talk about what happened or just act like it didn’t?”

There it was. The first time either one of them had mentioned that night. Ahsha closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “We should talk about it. Looks like it isn’t going away, huh?”

“Alright, we’ll talk later,” he answered, as the photographer approached them. Hopefully, they could focus on the shoot now that they at least agreed to speak about their intimate moment.

“You two ready? Think we’re all set up,” the photographer asked with excitement. This was his biggest paying gig every year. Of course, he would be all smiles. “Don’t be nervous. Relax and let that pretty face do all the work.”

“I’m not nervous,” Ahsha declared, knowing butterflies were literally swimming in her stomach. She had never been in a calendar, let alone posing with a man with the body of a Greek god. The photographer smirked in response. All the rookies were nervous and did a terrible job hiding it. Thankfully, their photographer did a great job of making them all feel comfortable.

Derek helped Ahsha to her feet and led her over towards the pool. Red heart-shaped balloons and rose petals lined the stone walkway.

“Alright you two, be natural and let it flow. Remember this is the love month, so sell it,” the photographer shouted over the music.

Being sexy did not come naturally to Ahsha. Or at least that’s what she believed. Working the camera was not all about being beautiful. Jasmine was standing on the second-floor balcony, staring down at her new teammate. Seeing her nemesis appear awkward in front of the camera made Jasmine giddy. Fans would surely complain about the month of February being a disappointment, especially when it usually belonged to the captain.

“Um, Ahsha could you maybe….hmmm…that pose isn’t working,” the photographer frowned. “Arch your back a bit more. No, that’s too much.” Ahsha was getting beyond frustrated. Between Jasmine being a conniving bitch and her not being able to adjust, she was about to snap. Derek felt Ahsha’s energy and thought it would be a good idea to take a quick break.

“Relax,” Derek urged, gripping Ahsha’s shoulders.

“Wish she would have left me in December,” Ahsha murmured, rubbing her temples. “I’ve never done anything like this before and she sticks me in February? Her month?”

Derek stepped in front of her so they could have a little more privacy. “Don’t worry about that girl. She’s a hater. Doesn’t matter if you’ve never done anything like this before. You got this. You going to let Jasmine’s miserable ass mess up your moment?”

“No but-“

“Look Ahsha, you’re sexy as hell and I’ve seen the way you work the dance floor. Where ever your mind goes when you dance, let it go there now,” he continued, letting his hands fall down Ahsha’s arms.

“It’s not that easy, Derek. You’re not doing this in a little ass bikini,” Ahsha complained, crossing her arms. “If I fuck this up, I will never live it down.”

Derek chuckled. “You won’t fuck anything up. Trust me. Relax, stop overthinking and just…go.”

Pep talks weren’t really his thing, even in the locker room. But he knew that Jasmine was only setting Ahsha up to fail and Derek refused to let that happen. Ahsha didn’t believe she had the sex appeal to nail this shoot, though Derek saw different. The way she worked the dance floor told him she had it in her. Jasmine was looking forward to seeing Ahsha fail and it wasn’t about to happen on his watch.

Still doubting that she could get her shit together, the dancer turned back around to face the photographer. Hopefully Derek’s ‘pep talk’ gave her enough pep to finish the shoot without being as stiff as a log.

“Ready,” the photographer asked, his patience running thin. “I have other girls to shoot.”

Ahsha adjusted the straps on her heels before wrapping her hand around Derek’s forearm. An act so natural that neither one of them seemed to be phased by it. “I’ll follow your lead since you’ve done this before,” Ahsha whispered. They used one of the large stone pillars as a prop. Derek leaned against the cool concrete and pulled Ahsha between his legs. Her small frame fit perfectly with his large one as the dancer relaxed against Derek’s toned chest.

Excited that he had a good shot, the photographer gushed, “Perfect. Now Ahsha, arch your back a little bit and tilt your head to the left. Gotta show off those beautiful physiques.”

Their brown skin glistened under the warm sun. They were looking like a couple straight out of Essence magazine. Ahsha loosened up as the shoot went on, giving the photographer shot after shot. Add on the chemistry with Derek and he was wishing he could sell their entire portfolio to Sports Illustrated.

Jasmine and Terrence were next and were walking out the back door to wait for their turn. Jasmine thought she would be walking into a joke. She had her smirk ready because she knew Ahsha was making a fool of herself. To her surprise, Derek and Ahsha were looking like they had stepped right out of a catalog.

“Uh oh, someone is trying to give you two a run for your money,” the photographer commented, sparking a dangerous flame. That was the last thing that Jasmine needed to hear. This only added fuel to the feud brewing between the two dancers. “I think we got some good shots. You two were great. Nice job, Ahsha!”

By this time, Jasmine was seething. No one could compare to the King and Queen of the Devils. Ahsha was already wearing out her welcome and Jasmine had to let it be known that she ruled this organization.

“That’ll never happen,” Jasmine spat, not even trying to hide her irritation. Terrence nodded in Ahsha’s direction, giving her small smile to let her know he wasn’t tripping.

Little did Jasmine know, her spot on the throne was in danger with a future queen in line.

………..

Later that Night-After the shoot

Everyone had packed up and cleared out of the mansion. The day was long and they didn’t finish the shoot until late that evening. Ahsha waited for Derek in the spacious living room. She studied the many trophies on the mantle. She found it odd how his mantle wasn’t decorated with pictures of family. Honestly, she didn’t see a single photo throughout the entire mansion.

“I thought you wouldn’t stick around since it got so late,” Derek’s deep voice bellowed. He had changed into a pair of sweat pants and a sleeveless Nike shirt.

“Figured I’d stay since we agreed to talk.” she replied. Them being alone again sent that familiar feeling between her legs. The same one she had that night when they almost went too far.

Neither one of them knew where to begin. “You want anything to drink,” Derek questioned, taking a sip of his Gatorade.

“Nope, I’m good,” Ahsha said, sitting her bag on the floor next to the pool table. “This brings back memories,” she continued, picking up a pool stick.

“Memories of you attempting to play,” Derek laughed, joining in on the game. This at least was an ice breaker. They played for a few minutes before Derek started their much needed discussion. “You regret what happened that night?”

Being honest was the only way Ahsha would feel better about this entire situation. “I wouldn’t say I regret it but…I’m more confused than anything.”

“Confused about what? Me,” Derek questioned, placing the pool sticks back in their holsters.

“Just about all of this. You’re usually not the type of guy I’m attracted to,” Ahsha began. “You know what I mean?”

“You go after the good guys. I get it,” the baller added.

“I wouldn’t say it like that. I go after guys that aren’t as-“

“Ahsha, it won’t bother me if you say you only go for the good guys that you can take home to meet the parents. Even though, I’ve already met the parents and dad seems to like me,” Derek joked, earning a laugh. “Seriously, I’m not a bad dude though. Yeah, I seem like it on the outside but-“

“I never said you were a bad guy, Derek. If you were, I wouldn’t be standing here talking to you right now. It would be a waste of time because a bad guy wouldn’t have respected me that night,” she explained. They both were sitting on top of the pool table, her leg resting comfortably against Derek’s. “I’m not used to dealing with a guy that has 20 million women chasing after them.”

“Or the type that gives 20 million of those women his attention?” Ahsha nodded. “I know I have a certain reputation that follows me. Terrence let me know that the other day and I wasn’t trying to hear it. But you’re unlike any woman I’ve met. I haven’t met a single woman who doesn’t want something for me. Whether it’s fame or money.”

“How do you know I’m not after that same thing,” Ahsha questioned. Derek’s money didn’t faze her one bit. Her parents were well off and she had lived a decent life. Even if she hadn’t, Ahsha could care less about how much money Derek made each season. The fact that Derek picked up on how genuine she could be, was intriguing.

“The way you carry yourself. Even with me throwing out every line in the book, you don’t budge,” he laughed. “And you actually take interest in what I’m saying. You listen, even though we barely know each other.”

“Most of the time I don’t have a choice. With that loud ass mouth of yours,” Ahsha shot back, playfully slapping Derek’s arm.

They shared a laugh and then the silence set in. Derek’s gaze remained focused on Ahsha’s lips. The urge to kiss her took over him and he leaned in to capture her lips. That same flame from last time ignited between them. There was no denying their attraction to each other. Not anymore.

Pulling away, Ahsha muttered against his lips, “I like you.” Such a simple statement held a lot of weight. After all the denying and trying to bury those budding feelings, Ahsha was truthful with herself. Whatever it was building between them wasn’t going away. Their chemistry was almost potent. This was a huge risk, not to mention something that could get her kicked off the team. But, in that moment she didn’t care. Being in denial was exhausting and she had grown tired.

“We should do something about that then,” Derek responded, pecking Ahsha’s lips once more. There was a moment of silence before Ahsha attacked.

Ohhhhhh, looks like it’s going down in the next chapter! I already know you all will kill me for the cliffhanger. Next chapter, things get a little wild, so you’ll thank me later. *wink wink*

Thanks for reading, loves! I will be starting the next chapter in the next couple of days. Hopefully, I can get it out much faster than I did with this one.

Silver Silence Part 2

Pairing: Bucky x shy enhanced reader

Summary: Bucky finally finds himself able to live at the compound with the team, but finds it difficult to repress his feelings for his new very shy and gentle teammate.

Word count: 1,259

Warnings: Fluff and slight anst, possible future smut but not in this part. Very shy reader

~BUCKYS POV~

It had been four days since I had moved into the compound, and within that time, I saw no trace of the Avenger’s newest recruit. In fact, the only reason I knew I wasn’t imagining it was because I overheard Natasha arguing with tony about her.

“God damn it tony she’s not a china doll!” Natasha let out an exasperated sigh when tony rolled his eyes at her.

“She might as well be! She broke her hand well punching a sand filled bag Natasha!” Tony yelled back angrily. “Do I even need to bring up what happened the first time you trained her?!”

“For gods sakes Tony she’s trying! And know You’re making it impossible for her to even do that!” Nats eyes narrowed as she pushed past tony and began to storm down the hall nearly knocking me over in the process.

“Yeah well she’ll thank me later for keeping her out of a hospital bed!”

His eyes locked with mine before he to stormed out of the room, leaving me to wonder what on earth was such a big deal.

_____________

On the 5th day of me being at the compound I was sitting on the couch flipping through multiple channels and finding absolutely nothings good. As I surfed the channels, Steve walked in from his afternoon training session and plopped himself down on one of the kitchen bar stools.

“Whatcha up to pal?” he asked, whipping his face down with a towel.

“Trying to find out if this TV has any movies from the 1940s” I replied, slightly embarrassed that I wanted to recap some of my older memories of film.

Steve seemed to think for a moment before he shrugged.

“If you’re looking for old movies you should ask (y/n).” a voice spoke from the hallway as Wanda made her way into the room. “The girls got tons”

“Really? She likes 40s movies?” I asked dumbly.

“She loves them, just the other day I came in to the living room and found her watching ‘arsenic and old lace’ at around 2am” she began getting dishes out of the cabinets, filling a glass with water and turning back to me.

“I love that movie” I smiled.

“So does she” she mentioned, “she’s got at least a dozen on DVD, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if you borrowed them.”

“Yeah, okay.” I replied sheepishly as I stood up. “Where can I find her?”

She looked up from what she was doing only to shake her head with a smile and a light wavy laugh. “Same place she always stays, her bedroom.” She walked past me to plant herself on the couch. “Floor just above this one, down the hall, last door on the right” she said simply, turning her attention to the TV and picking up the remote.

I nodded my head and hesitantly turned around, heading towards the elevator.

When I arrived at her door, I found myself un able to knock, feeling a sting of fear in my chest. She was already so extremely shy, and I didn’t want to add fear of the winter solider on top of that.  So I stood there, ringing my hands against each other and looking down at my feet, and right when I lifted my hand to knock the door lightly creaked open.  

I pushed my gaze down lightly to her short frail form outlined by the darkness of the room.

“I felt your presence” she mumbled quietly, looking anywhere but at me.

“Oh” I cleared my throat and then began to feel my knees grow slightly weak when I looked back to see her beautifully made (e/c) staring up at me.  “I- um… Wanda said you possibly had some old movies I could maybe borrow?”

She let her gaze shift around before she gave the slightest nod of her head and opened the door fully to let me in.

I gave a polite nod of my head and entered; watching as she skittishly shuffled over to a bookshelf and stood on her toes to reach a couple of movies on the top shelf.

Seeing her struggle I decided it best to be a gentlemen and help her reach them, so I walked over near her and laid a hand on her shoulder.

Next thing I know by body is being sent back to the other end of the room as my back collides with the floor. I grunt as I lift my body up, only to see her looking at me as her hands are clasped around her mouth and her eyes spread wide in horror.

“I-I I’m s-sorry” she stutters as she lowers her hands, and I rise to my feet cautiously. “You frightened me”

“Its alight it isn’t your fault” I replied as I gave my best attempt at a smile, hoping it looked as gentle as I wanted it to be.

She said nothing else just shook her head with a frown and looked down at the cases of movies that she had dropped.  She picked up the four from the floor and handed them to me, looking painfully guilty as she did so.  I took them with a kind smile and breathed a gentle thank you to her. She merely nodded in return.

I began to make my way out, observing she wasn’t one for company, but I stopped myself as my mind bobbled a question iv been itching to ask.

“(y/n)?” I asked softly.

She turned her head from the floor to me and tipped it to the side slightly, waiting my continuation.

“Why won’t tony let you train?” I tried to come off as gentle and as concerned as possibly, not wanting her to feel obligated to tell me, but still wanting just as much of a response.

She looked back down at her feet again; it seemed to be her own slight nervous habit because she then stuttered out some things before lifting her gaze back to me.

“My body can’t take it.” She spoke clearly this time; as if that was the only thing she was sure of in life.

“What do you mean?” I replied.

She sighed, turning her body towards me more and raising her right hand to show her cast. “My bones are basically made of glass.” She lowered her hand slowly. “My lungs are almost made of paper”

My eyes went wide slightly at her explanation and I found myself looking at her with curiosity lining my lips.

“it’s a result of my powers…” she trailed off, a slight hint she wanted to hide away but when she looked back at me, I nearly felt her heart skip a beat, even from this far away. “My body stores all my energy and strength into my surges… which leaves nothing for me.”

I couldn’t help the light buzz of pity that manifested inside my lungs, because it truly was sad that this beautiful women, felt like she was a prisoner in her frail prison cell.

I couldn’t bring myself to make words arise in my throat, only a nod a smile as I began to exit the room, but then a thought crossed my mind. A silent quite beckoning to tell her something to let her know I wouldn’t mind talking to her again.
“If you ever want someone to watch movies with-“I turned to her quickly “I’m always up for some arsenic and old lace”

As I shut the door, I just barley saw the ghost a smile form on her shy, gently crafted lips.

Part 3

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Stefan Salvatore X Fem!Reader

Requested By @leahhollynewt



Stefan sighed as you hopped out of his lap to greet Damon who made a big fuss of you abandoning his brother and coming to him. Stefan knew that the only reason you payed attention to his brother was because of your sire bond and he’d never willingly admit it but he was glad Damon had saved you even if it meant turning you.


 

“Well hello sweetheart.” Damon chuckled as your arms were threw around his neck.


 

“You’re home really late.” You huffed not really understanding why your least favoured Salvatore’s time keeping upset you so much.

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Dina’s Fun Aunt Holiday Bonus Part 1 – Ellen Thwoorp

Summary – Katya has a proposition for Trixie, but it takes some upturned dinner plans, some Shakespearean quotes and some stupid puns before she can actually get around to it.

A/N: Surprise, more Dina’s Fun Aunt because I had more ideas and didn’t have the power to resist the temptation to write it. I’m going to try and update this roughly every week with my new AU series until it’s done. (Was originally going to post in one go but I’m pushing 13k and it ain’t even finished.)

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Negan Imagines - The Blame Part 5

Originally posted by whatsmilescantafford

Originally posted by im-negan

A/N: Is it bad that I missed not seeing Negan this episode but I got to see my babies Maggie and Sasha so that made up for it. However I know a lot of y’all need your dosage of Negan so here it is. I know this is late and this is some of my poorer writing but I hope you can forgive me as I’ve been frantically busy this week so far.

Catch up here (Part 1)(Part 2)(Part 3)(Part 4)

Overall Summary: You’re the one who accidentally led the Saviours to the group cause Negan has an interest in you. Rick’s daughter.

In this chapter: Carl’s gone missing…

Pairing: Negan x reader, Father!Rick x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 1,609

Warnings: Explicit language, Negan being Negan, (this is a shit part)

After Negan left and took the majority of your belongings, things got more than difficult. The town was a mess and things seemed much harder for the long-term Alexandrian’s who had never known what life outside the comfy small town was like. 

Over the next 24 hours, your father decided to waste no time on scavenging for Negan. This rose tensions high, and they were even higher in your own home. 

You didn’t think Carl could get much worst after the comment that came from him when you helped Negan but surprisingly enough he did.

“Are you sure you won’t come?” Rick asked you. 

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Rebelcaptain fanfic: take me out tonight

Just trying to survive since Saw abandoned her, 19 year old Jyn meets a Rebel Intelligence Officer in a bar (and maybe he buys her a drink or two).

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    At least the cantina wasn’t the worst place she’d ever been.

   Jyn winced at the stickiness of the stool she was seated on, but she didn’t move. Her eyes roamed the bar, passing over each person who occupied it. All she had to go on was a name and a flat-holo currently crumpled up in her pocket, and she’d been out of work for too long. She couldn’t afford to miss this one just because she was too busy wiping down her stool, no matter how disgusting it probably was.

   When she thought about it, she probably wasn’t even old enough to be in the cantina. She could barely remember what planet she was on, let alone what their laws on underage drinking were. The bartender thankfully hadn’t seemed to care, however, serving her whatever drink she asked for. She often didn’t drink at all – it made it way too easy to be susceptible – but she knew that the man she was hoping to work for was looking for a very specific profile, and she had to match it. Jyn held up her glass casually, pretending to sip and hoping that it didn’t look like she was trying to use it as a mirror. Damn, she definitely should have done something more with her hair.

   People came and went. This cantina was clearly one of the more popular ones in the city, and the bartenders were all run off their feet. She watched faces with clinical appraisal, before moving onto the next one. She’d been waiting over an hour, now.

   Maybe this was a bad idea.

   Someone dropped down into the stool next to her. The first thing she saw was a tanned hand signalling one of the bartenders, the arm clad in dark leather. She followed the arm up to the man it was attached to and snorted when the bartender closest to them ignored him completely.

   “I wouldn’t hold your breath,” she found herself saying.

   “I’m sorry?” the man turned to her.

   “Have you seen this place?” Jyn pointed out, gesturing around them. “You’re not getting a drink for another half hour at least, ‘specially since you don’t have a pretty girl on your arm.”

   The man regarded her a moment and immediately, she wished she hadn’t said anything at all. Her words were true – she had been watching closely, and no one ever got served unless you were female or whatever the equivalent gender on your home planet was (Jyn was surprised with her hair she ever got served at all) – but the man next to her was looking at her, noticing her, and she suddenly wanted to hide.

   “Well, then,” he said. He met her eyes, before reaching out and offering her an arm. “help me out?”

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I buried my fiancé on what should have been our wedding day. He had been killed in a hit and run accident just three days prior during his nightly run. I stood beside his casket in my white gown, my hair done up beneath my veil, my bouquet clutched in both hands, and I wept. My parents held me up between them and practically carried me back to the car after the funeral, whispering their sympathy and love to me. They couldn’t know what I was feeling, though. No one did.

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Originally posted by kyungception

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 2,519

Summary: Four college friends without a dime and school fees biting at their feet decide to take an Interesting part time job.

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06. Kyungsoo and his ex lover have an exchange after years of silence, he wonders if there’s anything still there. A conversation with one of his regulars leads to an impromptu date.

A/N: Hello! I’m sorry for the long wait. I’ve had a few hospital visits recently so I’ve been busy with my health and work. Things are slowing down, so i can update 1-2 times a week again. I hope you enjoy this installment. [Shout out to @kpopanddrama@especialsshexo and @niggaliciousjoe for being the best siblings and giving me life, ideas, and support on this story. I love you guys!]

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Kissing anyone at midnight? - Liam Dunbar

[bold texts are Liam’s, italics are yours]
[spelling mistakes and lowercase typing in the texts are intentional]

New Years had never been your favorite holiday. Sure, it feels good to say the past year goodbye, but who is to say the next year will be any better?

It definitely isn’t off to a good start, as you’re home alone. Your family all went out to celebrate, whether it be at a party or just spending it with friends. It would have been nice if you went out as well, and you told your parents you would, because they wouldn’t leave if they knew you were all by yourself. But parties aren’t really your thing, and all your friends went clubbing, so there weren’t many options left.

Now you’re in the company of all your favorite shows on Netflix, which is fine too. Still, you can’t help but feel a little bit pathetic.

Your phone vibrates beside you, and you frown. Probably a drunken text from your friends. You roll your eyes as you unlock your phone. To your surprise, it’s from Liam Dunbar.

Any plans for tonight?

Kissing anyone at midnight?

Nope to both, u?

Third wheeling mason n corey

Ah fun

Yeah so what are you up to?

Nm, just watching Netflix

What show?

Documentary :) the new obama one

Intellectual

Yeah very, lol

Is it good?

It’s quite interesting, about how he dealt with not fitting in

Does anyone tho?

Fit in? idk

I sure don’t

Yeah me neither

Easy enough to pretend tho

True.

We all do

But youve found your place, iright?

With the pack? sure

Everyone else? Not so much

Yeah I feel the same

Where are you guys?

uhh a gay club, i think

hahah

im serious

I know, that’s what makes it better

your laughing at my pain

thanks a lot

Np :)

So, any new years resolutions?

Don’t really do those

You?

No, but going out more should probably be on top of the list

If I had one

i think its cool you’re staying in

It really isn’t

at least you don

t feel pressured to do what everyone else is doing

Having fun?

Yeah so glad im different, lol

Netflix is fun

If youre watching the right thing

Want any recs?

Sure, why not

Ive heard stuck in love is a good one

Idk tho

Oh please you’ve seen that before

Don’t pretend you haven’t Dunbar

Ok, yah I have

Anything else?

Stranger things, not a movie but its good

Idk.. scary stuff aren’t really my thing

Its not scary

Sure ..

Really’s not!

Mind if I come over?

we could watch together

uhm, yea sure

but my room is a mess

so be warned

idc

Kay, then yeah, have my address?

I know where you live ;)

That’s not creepy at all

ive been to your house before

with mason, couple years ago

right! That was ages ago

I’ll be over in like half an hour, okay?

Yeah, no hurry :)

About twenty minutes later, the doorbell rings, and you make your way downstairs. You open the door for Liam, who is looking quite handsome, dressed in all black. “Hi.”

“Hey, come in.” You smile.

“Thanks by the way,” Liam says as he follows you in. “That club wasn’t exactly much fun.”

“Oh I’m sure it was a huge ego boost.” You chuckle.

“Surprisingly enough, no guy hit on me.” Liam frowns.

“Because of that sour look.” You point out.

Once upstairs, you grab a bag of chips and get comfortable on your bed. Liam sits awkwardly at first, but once you get into the series, you both grow more comfortable with each other’s presence, and eventually you find yourself cuddling up to him.

You pause the episode then the fireworks get louder. Checking the time, it is indeed midnight. Liam smiles down at you. “I was thinking, maybe we could be each other’s midnight kiss? It’s supposed to bring good luck.”

You blush. “Well, we wouldn’t want to mess with faith, right?”

“So I can kiss you?” Liam looks a bit surprised, but smiles nonetheless.

You nod, placing your hand on his chin and pulling him closer. Your lips connect perfectly, his touch warm as he pulls you closer. “Happy new year.” You whisper against his lips.

“I’m rethinking this whole resolutions thing.” Liam says. “Might need to put you on top of my list.” He smiles and you kiss again, this time more passionate. Now you can’t say anything for the rest of the year, but so far it’s pretty good.