been counting down for a year now

The Sweetest Incantation

Main Pairing: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson
Rating: Explicit
Status: Complete
Word Count: 40K

Summary: Harry has been alive for decades, and yet he’s never been as confused and dumbfounded. He’s a witch, for God’s sake. Can’t get much weirder than all the magical things he’s experienced throughout his lifetime. Never in a million years, however, would he have expected to be mere inches away from a hybrid.

Or: Harry is a witch who’s still working on developing his powers and Louis is a werecat who falls into his life and turns it upside down.

🔮 Inspired by @peachiloui‘s witch Harry and shapeshifter Louis art series.

Top 10 reasons to read Crooked Kingdom by Leigh Bardugo

#1 Dr. Jesper Fahey

“Why is he looking at me this way.” (Kuwei)

“Kaz is wondering if he should keep you alive,” said Jesper. “Terrible for the nerves. I recommend deep breathing. Maybe a tonic.”

#2 True Friendship

“Are you hungry? We have chocolate biscuits.” (Nina to Inej)

“Oh sure,” said Jesper. “She gets the cookie hoard.”


“I’d tell you to ask the White Blade, but…” Inej shrugged. 

“I hope she suffered.” 


“What? We can’t both be merciful and serene.”


"You’ve saved my life. I’ve saved yours.” 

“I think you’re ahead on that count.” 

“No, I don’t mean in the big ways.” Nina’s eyes took them all in. “I mean the little rescues. Laughing at my jokes. Forgiving me when I was foolish. Never trying to make me feel small. It doesn’t matter if it’s next month, or next year, or ten years from now, those will be the things I remember when I see you again.”

#3 The student becomes the teacher

“Wylan Van Eck, you lied to Kaz Brekker.” Jesper clutched a hand to his chest. “And you got away with it! Do you give lessons?”

#4 Mature and responsible adults

"I have been very patient with all of this, Jesper, but I am at my limit. I want you down here before I count ten or I will tan your hide so you don’t sit for two weeks.” Colm’s head vanished back down the stairs.

The silence stretched. Then Nina giggled. “You are in so much trouble.”

Jesper scowled. “Matthias, Nina let Cornelis Smeet grope her bottom.”

Nina stopped laughing. “I am going to turn your teeth inside out.”

“That is physically impossible.”

#5 Once again  Kaz being the bastard of the Barrel, the demon full of tricks, the mad man everyone feared  a 17 year old with a crush

His eyes scanned her face as they always had, closely, hungrily, snatching at the details of her like the thief he was—the even set of her dark brows, the rich brown of her eyes, the upward tilt of her lips. He didn’t deserve peace and he didn’t deserve forgiveness, but if he was going to die today, maybe the one thing he’d earned was the memory of her—brighter than anything he would ever have a right to—to take with him to the other side.


She smiled then, her eyes red, her cheeks scattered with some kind of dust. It was a smile he thought he mightdie to earn again.


Inej laughed, her hood falling back from her hair. “That’s the laugh,” he murmured.

#6 Grisha characters cameo

Kaz’s eyes narrowed. “Sturmhond.”

“He knows me!” Sturmhond said delightedly. He nudged Genya with an elbow. “I told you I’m famous.”

Zoya blew out an exasperated breath. “Thank you. He’s going to be twice as insufferable now.”

#7 Jealous?! Me?! Never!

Kuwei turned to Jesper. “You should visit me in Ravka. We could learn to use our powers together.”

“How about I push you in the canal and we see if you know how to swim?” Wylan said with a very passable imitation of Kaz’s glare.

#8 True love understands

“You’re better than waffles, Matthias Helvar.”

A small smile curled the Fjerdan’s lips. “Let’s not say things we don’t mean, my love.”

#9  I’m not crying. You are!

“I would come for you,” he said, and when he saw the wary look she shot him, he said it again. “I would come for you. And if I couldn’t walk, I’d crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we’d fight our way out together—knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that’s what we do. We never stop fighting.”

#10 Nice and peaceful things

"Genya Safin knows poisons like no one else, and David Kostyk developed all kinds of new weapons for King Nikolai.” She glanced at Matthias. “And other things too! Nice things. Very peaceful.”

Makin’ Magic Happen

Porn Star!Sam x Porn Star!Reader AU—So entirely NSFW

Originally posted by itsokaysammy

Summary: You get to work with Sammy Winchester for the first time, Mr. Big Cock Super Star
Pairing: Sam/Reader
Word Count: 5.9k
Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, oral sex (both female and male receiving), kinda choking, hair pulling, spanking (like, only one little spank, but it’s a good one), come play. It’s filthy porn, y’all.
A/N: This is the prelude to a series I’m currently working on. So, get used to reading Sam as a porn star. And maybe—just maybe—some other spn characters as well. Guess you’ll have to wait ;)
update: some users have had trouble opening the fic on Tumblr, so here is the AO3 link if you find yourself unable to open it as well. Sorry for the inconvience!

You walk on set in your typical fashion—hair tied up in a messy bun, prescription glasses resting on the bridge of your nose, wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt with a grande latte with double espresso in your freshly manicured hand. Part of you dreads how long the day is going to be with shooting and scene preparation, while the other part buzzes with excitement.

“You ready for your scene today?” Penny, your agent, asks, face glowing with just as much excitement. You give her an enthusiastic smile and a quick nod. “Good,” she smiles back, hands coming up to grab at your shoulders, her deep green eyes catching yours. “Sammy’s the best in the business. I hear his cock’s insured for a million dollars.”

“That seems a bit drastic,” you murmur before finishing off your latte.

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REQUEST: A one shot where it’s your birthday and Harry wakes you up for breakfast in bed and spoils the hell out of you with loads of gifts and kisses and cuddles?

REQUEST: Can you do a fluffy fluff blurb or one-shot with Harry?

REQUEST: Can I pretty please request a fluffy Harry one shot? Love you Yeli

REQUEST: A fluffy blurb or something because I am craving your writings

Mushed all these together. Love you all! xx

You woke up to the feeling of Harry’s nose nuzzling into your cheek, humming a particular tune while his arms wound around your waist.

The two of you had been dating for a couple of years now, long enough that you spent at least fifty percent of the time at Harry’s place. And if you’d learned one thing about Harry, it was that he absolutely loved birthdays. He loved celebrating them, counting down to them, and he enjoyed other people’s more than he did his own. 

So when your birthday rolled around, you weren’t surprised that he was waking you up at the crack of dawn (or eleven a.m., if we’re being realistic).

Despite your best efforts to not smile you found yourself crinkling your nose, corners of your lips tilting upwards as you squirmed in his embrace. Now that you had given away that you were awake you turned your body so that your back was facing him, reaching to grab his pillow from across the bed and hug it to your chest with a soft grunt.

“Hey, m’right here, I’m more comfy than the pillow,” he complained, his fingertips digging into the soft pudginess of your belly. You squirmed once more, eyes still closed.

“Pillow doesn’t wake me up,” you teased, worming closer against the soft fabric. Harry audibly sighed, his voice at your ear.

“Alright, I’ll just put away all these presents, then…” Harry replied a bit melodramatically, starting to unravel his arms from around your body.

You suddenly opened one eye and turned your head to look back at him, your hands immediately trapping his against your belly so that he couldn’t escape.

“Presents?” You repeated, both eyes now wide open. You were like a little kid at Christmas.

“Tha’s what I said, innit?” he snickers, leaning in to nuzzle his nose against your lips. You puckered them to press a kiss against it, grinning. He pressed a quick kiss to your lips before hopping off of you.

When you shifted around to sit up properly on the bed, he was holding a tray of what breakfast foods accompanied by a glass of apple juice. There was also a cup of water that held a single yellow rose in it, causing an elated grin to appear on your features.

“First thing’s first,” he said, setting the tray in your lap and reaching to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “Happy birthday, princess.”

“Thank you,” you grinned, feeling like the luckiest girl alive.

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Happier (Aren’t You?)

Summary: Can you write something to do with the new Ed Sheeran song Happier? I was thinking in like the view of Dan’s ex who’s watching him fall in love with Phil?’

Genre: Songfic

Song: Happier

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Elements of angst

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It’s been the longest month of her life and she has a million things on the tip of her tongue she’s dying to say and confess, but not whilst everyone is around. And not whilst Dan has the biggest smile on his lips as he looks down at his phone a couple of minutes later.

“Who are you texting, Howell? We’re all right here!” someone jokes, and Dan laughs and holds up his hands in surrender.

“Just Phil” he replies, the smile never once faltering.

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Monthly Fic Rec September:

For being the God of Death, Niall has a habit of acting on ideas without thinking them through. It’s probably why Harry ends up with an unexpected but entirely welcome visitor in his bed the day after a Mount Olympus party. 

Louis Tomlinson’s modeling career is Harry’s favourite thing and Louis quickly finds his way into the position of Harry’s favourite person through the use of bad puns and general charmingness. 

Harry is still Captain America, Louis is still the love of his life, but that doesn’t stop everything from falling apart. 

Someone is sending Louis flowers. Everyone suffers until Louis gets answers. 

Harry Styles tries to get lost in a place he’s never been.  Louis Tomlinson has been perfecting the art of being lost for years. What they don’t expect to find is each other.

the one where Louis is an annoying customer who won’t leave Harry’s shop on time, and Harry is counting down the seconds until Louis leaves. Until a chance encounter at a concert, and suddenly, Harry really doesn’t want Louis to leave. 

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shy!jungkook + the birthday list

“I don’t want to do this.” Jungkook breathes.

“You don’t have to.” You reply and wince because he’s gripping your hand too tightly and his palm is big, covering the expanse of yours and clammy with sweat.

“But you’ll be disappointed.” He replies.

“I won’t.”

“Fine. Then I’ll be disappointed.” He mutters and barely comprehends the way your small hand tightens around his own. “I don’t have to do this but I want to. I want to prove you wrong.”

“Then let’s do it.” You giggle, grinning up at him. You tug your hand out of his long enough to begin stripping and Jungkook trains his gaze on the bare expanse of your back, because you’ve forgone a bra tonight even though you’d dragged him out to a party.

Your friendship had been a shocking revelation—and not just to the entire campus, but to you two as well. There was something about you and something about him that worked, you complimented each other well. He was sweet where you were crass, and his nervousness egged on your need for adrenaline. Being with him felt good, like a balm for your battered soul.

Jungkook strolls next to you, glaring when you try to glance down where his hand is cupped over his naked crotch, you only grin teasingly.

The forest was quiet, peacefully so and in such major contrast the raging party that was occurring but a few feet away. You had dragged Jungkook out, after one too many shots of tequila, giggling with him the entire way about your plans. But now that he was here and naked it had almost a sobering effect on his brain and he back tracks trying to remember how he got here.

1 week prior…

“Happy Birthday!” You grin and Jungkook flushes because you’re at his work—a small cafe about a block from your university that he barista’d at part time.

He was honestly surprised you remembered, even if it was a little early. It wasn’t like you were exactly the sentimental type and while you didn’t keep Jungkook at an arm’s length you also weren’t dying to have him near you twenty-four seven. A feeling of indifference he wished he could mirror when it came to you because as far as your friendship went Jungkook was almost positive he cared more than you did.

“Thank you,” he says shyly before coming around the counter to sit with you, “but it’s not for another day.”

You shrug impishly, before handing him an envelope, “I’m on my way to Yoongi’s. I only came here to give you this.”

Jungkook accepts the pink letter, schooling his features at the mention of your on again off again friends with benefits. If Yoongi could even be called a friend because Jungkook was almost positive you two hated each other. Then again maybe that was the appeal, you had once told him about how good angry sex was… but in small doses, it wasn’t good to get that worked up that often. But it sure seemed like didn’t mind these days, with how often you frequented the boys dormitory and not just to visit Jungkook.

“What is this,” he murmurs, tearing open the envelope to find a poorly drawn heart with his name in it. He bit his lip to mask a smile because it wasn’t often that you could be cute. Sexy, yes. Cute? Not so much.

You wait with baited breath and attempt to swallow a giggle as he tears through it almost childishly. The card is held upright when he opens it, dropping its contents on the floor and making Jungkook frown when he bends to pick it up. And when he does…

“What the hell is this?” He flushes, scrambling to grab the remainder of the Polaroids off the floor, checking over his shoulder to make sure no one sees when he steals a peek.

They’re nudes.

Five or sex of them, zoomed in to focus on pert breasts and a rotund ass—there are some that are less incriminating a landscape styled photo of a throat, long and elegant with the hint of the muses lower lip caught between their teeth. The last is of a neatly trimmed, and spread pussy. 

He has a sneaking suspicion but doesn’t ask, instead just levels you with a heated look.

“Surprise,” you grin cheekily, “it’s your birthday gift.”

“Who’s are these?” He whispers harshly, grabbing you by the wrist.

“They’re yours silly.” You roll your eyes before backing him against the counter, your hands go to grip the sides of his white button up, tucked neatly into his apron.

“I’m at work.” Jungkook closes his eyes when you move to press yourself firmly against his crotch. He only opens them so he can grab you and keep you a safe distance from himself, “And I meant who’s … pictures are these.”

You bite your lip before chancing a glance over your shoulder. Jungkook’s eyes widen when you begin unbuttoning your top, “Did you want to see them in real life too?”

“___.” He grits out, yanking the two sides of your shirt together and making you grin, “Are you high?”

You pout and Jungkook lets go of your top, nodding at you to begin buttoning it back up with a frown. “I liked it better when you were nervous around me.”

“You fuck around too much.” He groans, and you grin at him when he hesitantly takes another peek at the pictures you’ve gifted him. Jungkook sends you a wary look, “Why did you… why… I mean, thanks but what’s up with the pictures?”

“I’ve been far too patient with you, Kook.” You sigh before leaning against the counter he’d just wiped down. “We’ve been friends how long now?”

“I wasn’t counting.” He lied.

“Six months,” you seethe, “We’ve been friends for six months and we never do things I want to do—”

“Because everything you want to do is illegal, immoral or unaffordable.” He adds dryly.

“But,” you glare, “now it’s your 21st birthday and I refuse to let you pick what we’re gonna do this year.”

“It’s my birthday.” He argues.

“Yes, but if I have to sit through one more Iron Man marathon I’m going to strangle you, you big nerd.” You scoff before placing hands on his broad shoulders, “Open the rest of your present.”

“I’m scared.” He says honestly but obliges anyway when you pin him with a look.

Jungkook opens it slowly, lest you have anymore surprised waiting for him, but all that’s inside is a pink paper with a list on it. He frowns at you.

“What is this?” He asks slowly, eyes scanning the items listed warily.

“A bucket list,” you say before scrunching your nose and shaking your head, “Actually it’s more like a scavenger hunt list, I guess. You have until midnight tomorrow to complete it.”

“Why,” he lifts the list in his hand, “would I ever want to do this? One of the items on the list is masturbate in public. You expect me to do that?”

“Get creative. And as for incentive to complete it in a timely manner I’ll….” You smile before leaning over the counter, to whisper in his ear.

Jungkook’s eyes widen before pulling back.

“You’re s-serious?” He stammers, “you can’t take it back once you’ve already agreed to it.”

You roll your eyes at him before nodding, “I won’t.”

He bites his lip nervously before eyeing you up and down. He offers you his pinky.

“Pinky swear.”

“You’re so immature,” You groan but give him your pinky anyway, “Fine. I swear, okay? Now what’s the first thing on the list?”


“God,” Jungkook groans, “how are you so calm about this?”

You shrug, “Years of going along with all of Taehyung’s weird shit just makes you kind of immune to things after a while. Besides this isn’t even the craziest thing on the list.”

Jungkook nods at the mention of your equally crazy best friend. 

“This wouldn’t be half as bad if I wasn’t soft,” Jungkook chances a look at where his hands are covering, “it’s kind of an confidence killer.”

“Do you want me to—”

No.” Jungkook glares, knowing you’re being entirely serious about your offer.

“Come on Jungkook it’s not like you have an ugly body.” You sigh before sending him a kind smile, “I’ll even go before you so it’s less scary.”

“Wait,” he says, hand shooting out to grip your wrist, “Seriously, I’m scared shitless, right now. Just give me a sec, okay?”

You wait patiently, wordlessly watching him fidget with his eyes closed. It’s silent for a full minute before he’s letting out a long exhale and shooting you a pained look.

“Okay fuck it’s not working I don’t think I can do—”

You grip both his cheeks in small palms, and Jungkook tries to avert his gaze from your naked breast. They were fucking magnificent so it was a feat.

“You’re gonna be okay,” you say with a small smile, a shiver racks his body when you soothe your thumbs over his cheekbones. “Just picture everybody naked.”

“You’re not funny.” Jungkook shoots you a dry look at your joke and you lean up on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek.

“You’ll be fine, babe.” You grin before.


Jungkook leans into your hold at the term of endearment, all too willing for your praise and approval. He wasn’t exactly proud of the fact that he would bend over backwards just for you touch him like this.  

You cock a brow at him, “We don’t have to streak you know. We could just skip to the last part of the list if y—”

Jungkook shakes your hands off with a glare, “You fuck around too much.”

“As I’ve been told.” You sigh, before reaching down and pulling Jungkook’s hands away—a feat considering he was dead set on shielding himself from you. “On the count of three… one, two…”

The tail end of your sentence was lost somewhere in the shrubbery as you took off in a sprint. You didn’t even look behind you to check whether or not Jungkook was trailing behind you because you didn’t need to. If there was one thing you could count on in the fickle nature of your life, it was your unlikely friendship with Jungkook. As much as he protested, Jeon Jungkook would always be a constant in your life—at least you hoped so.

And now with your chest heaving with the added combination of adrenaline and just plain old physical exertion, things felt right. Because Jungkook could give you a lot of things—stability, comfort, dare you say love (even platonic love was more than you were used to), but you couldn’t always reciprocate that. So if there was one thing you would gift the younger boy with in his nine to five cut and dried life it was fun.

“I hate you,” Jungkook curses as you change directions last minute to avoid the crowd of drunk on lookers cheering you on.

“I didn’t have to do it with you!” You laugh, tugging him back towards the confines of the woods. “You should be thanking me.”

It was a different direction from where you left your clothes, but Jungkook was grateful for the shelter anyway, a small reprieve from the prying eyes of his peers who were granted, dead drunk, but he swore he saw the few tell tale flashes of cellphones in the crowd.

“Thanking you is the last thing I want to do.” He sighs, carding a hand through his hair. He doesn’t bother trying to cover himself this time around.

In your bubbly, drunken stupor, the gesture is greatly appreciated. You tell him this with your arms lacing around his neck.

Jungkook stills beneath your hold, trying to fight off a blush when your naked body molds to his, all of your erogenous zones lined up perfectly. He gulps when he fills your nipples graze his bare chest.

“___,” he murmurs quietly, trying to extract himself from your hold. But your drunk and giggling, and opt to press your face to his neck, “What are yo—Jesus d-don’t… don’t put your hand there.”

“Friends do this sometimes.” You sigh.

“Hug naked?” He scoffs, but gives up trying to pull away from you. If you feel him hardening against your belly it’s your own fault. “I don’t know what kind of friends you’re hanging out with—actually scratch that I do know, but I don’t do things like that with my friends.”

Jungkook is a gentleman, a good kid. So he pries you off him with a gentle grip. He goes to cup your cheeks when your lower lip juts out.

“Sometimes it feels like I’m the older one between the two of us.” He sighs and you send him a chagrin grin, “Are you that drunk you’d consider hooking up with me?”

You wrinkle your nose at him, “I’m drunk but that’s irrelevant. I’d hook up with you if I was dead sober.”

He stills under the weight of your revelation.

“___,” he begins slowly and you brace yourself for rejection, “I don’t… I don’t do friends with benefits. It’s old school, I know, but I’m a relationship kind of guy.”

You send him a small if a little bit sad smile, “I know. I think that’s why I like you so much.”

Your words are weighted, tinged with a tone he wasn’t familiar with and he wants to ask you to clarify. But you don’t. Instead you walk past him, purposely stumbling too close and making him groan when you brush your hand against him.

You make it halfway to across before you notice there’s no tell tale signs of him following you.

“Are you coming?” you implore.

Jungkook clears his throat and you note he’s covering himself again.

“I… Ugh, I’ll catch up with you.” Jungkook says and you shrug impishly.

At least now he can cross masturbating in public off your long list of things for him to do before his birthday.

a/n: this is a fic for @bxebxee because i love her i wanted to surprise her but alas i still had to ask for help lmao. also the next few drabbles are going to be crossing off jungkook’s to do list! dont ask for updates for this though lol

Hidden Truth (Reggie x Reader)

Request:  Hiii do you still take requests? If you do can I have a Reggie Mantle one where everyone thinks that you guys are sleeping around but it comes out that you’ve been dating for almost a year and haven’t had sex with each other? A/N: I kinda changed it around a bit.

Word Count: 1,145

 “Have you heard the rumors?” Veronica asked as she sat down at the lunch table.

“Who are they about now?” Betty questioned.


With your name coming from her mouth it made you choke on the apple you were eating. Surprise wasn’t what you were feeling more so shocked and confused. After minutes of a coughing fit and taking sips from Archie’s water you finally could focused.

“Me? Why me? What are they? Are they bad?” You quickly let out and Veronica put up her hand to stop you. You needed to stop for her to be able to answer plus you just lost your breath, it would be better not to talk.

“Ummm well…” Veronica started to think about how to tell you all. They weren’t bad but they weren’t the best either. “It’s about Reggie and you”

“Mantle?” Jughead asked with disgust in his voice obviously not liking where this was going.

“Yeah, apparently the football have been spreading them around the school saying about you guys have been hooking up for a few months and are starting to catch feelings”

“Now that’s funny” Archie said as he laughed which made you make a face. Why was that so funny to him? Did he think you weren’t good enough to be with someone like Reggie.

“Isn’t that right Y/N?” Betty said as they all laughed at the thought of it being real.

“Y/N?” Veronica asked as she saw the look on your face “It’s not true right?” You didn’t answer just stared blankly at your friends. You didn’t like their reaction for something they didn’t know anything about. It made you remind yourself why you kept a lot of your feelings to yourself. Veronica took your silence as the answer she didn’t want.

“It’s true isn’t it?”

“Why does it matter to you?” You snapped. You weren’t happy. “Seems like you guys already made your mind up about what I do with my lovelife”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Archie piped in.

“This is why! You guys already made this thing a big joke.” You shouted but only loud enough for your table to hear. “You don’t even know a thing about it”

“He’s not good for you" Jughead said trying to calm you down but he didn’t know how much Reggie meant to you. You slammed your lunch tray on the table causing more people to look over.

“Not good for me? Please Jughead save that for someone who cares. Reggie’s my boyfriend whether you guys like it or not and you’re going to have to deal with it if you want to still be my friends”

“He’s just fling Y/N, he’ll toss you away as he did with other girls”

“Last time I checked Archie dating for six months isn’t just a fling, maybe you should take your own advice and keep it in your pants” With that you made your way away from your so called friends to go find the only person who could calm you down at this point. Your blood was boiling. You didn’t even bother to care about all of the students whispering about the events that just took place. You knew that in a few minutes that the whole school would know.

 You waited outside of the boys locker room for Reggie to be done with practice. Everytime a guy came out they would smirk at you as they made their way past. It’s not like they didn’t know before as many of them had showed up at Reggie’s one day when you were over. You were pissed since these players couldn’t keep their mouths shut but you were thankful they kept it long enough for you to know what this whole thing truly was.

“Your boy is next” Chuck said as he was leaving “He’s talking to coach”

“Thanks” You said trying not to make eye contact. Chuck always made you uncomfortable for some reason but you couldn’t put your finger on to why.

“Hey” Reggie let out as he fixed his gym bag onto his shoulder. “Didn’t think you would be waiting, I thought you went home-”

“Because of what happened at lunch?” You asked as you butted in

“Yeah, some of the boys were saying how pissed you look so I assumed. I was going to come over”

“You can still do that you know” You smiled for the first time that day.

“Well I didn’t just plan on leaving my upset girlfriend by herself” He sassed with an eye roll.

“I’m not upset”

“Can’t lie to me babe, I can see it in your eyes that you are” He let out. You didn’t try to denied it anymore just kept walking with Reggie’s arm placed around you. He wasn’t wrong your anger thought out the day seemed to fade into sadness. You were hoping that when your friends found out that they would be fine with it but that wasn’t the case. You just needed to talk to them more maybe not as anger as you were. Maybe they could get it then.

“They think I’m a hookup” You finally told Reggie as you leaned against his car. Reggie shut him tuck and looked you with a sad smile.

“Babe” He said as he took your hands into his also resting his forehead against yours. “You know that’s not true right?”

“Well considering we haven’t done it yet, I thought it was really true” You laughed but it came out more dry and forced than anything.

“You mean so much more than that to me Y/N. Don’t forget it. There’s no one else in this world that makes me feel like you do. No one else can make me smile at some stupid dance moves when we just lost a game and I’m not in the mood. You keep me sane when I want to punch someone in the face”


“Isn’t it always Chuck?” Reggie grinned, you knew him better than anyone. “I love you and I want everyone to know. I know you’re mad that my teammates spread it around but you know it’s a good thing since now I can show everyone you’re mine”

“Not like I didn’t know that already Reg” You giggle and Reggie kissed your soft lips.

“But now guys will know and not stare at you anymore like your a piece of meat.”

“I love you Reggie”

“I love you too”

“Movie night?” You asked as you pushed Reggie off of you as he had you pinned to the car.

“You know me so well”

“That’s what girlfriends are for” You teased.

“I love that”

“Love what?”

“The word girlfriend” Reggie smirked which made you blush, turning your cheeks a fair pink colour. This was it. This was the truth and no amount of rumors could ever make up for what you two had.

Pulse Part 9

Part 8

Genre: Angst, fluff is coming tho don’t worry
Words: 2,165
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Injuries, cute Peter Quill
Summary: Soulmate AU in which one’s heartbeat becomes perfectly in sync with their soulmate’s once they meet.

Originally posted by theimpossibleg1rl

“Bucky, what’s going on?” Steve approached his friend’s side after as he saw Bucky start to stand, albeit wobbly, to his feet. He could see he was staring to feel better, but wasn’t back to being quite himself yet.

“I-I can’t be here right now. Get me away from him, away from her, away fr-”

“Slow down, Buck. What is it?” His hand clasped Bucky’s shoulder both to support him and to encourage him to share what was on his mind. Only Bucky could see the frustration hidden behind his eyes. So much was going on, he didn’t need to be dealing with Bucky’s freak out right now.

He looked back to Peter sitting calmly in one of the chairs, scrolling through his phone to pass time, before looking back at Steve. “Just…” His voice cracked as tears filled his eyes.

Steve pulled his body into his own before he could get an explanation out. It was a crushing hug that Bucky desperately needed, but even the comfort of his life-long friend’s arms couldn’t push the heart-wrenching pain out of his chest.

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The Force Ghosts Get Kicked Out

Anakin’s Force Ghost: …ten times. 
Obi-Wan’s Force Ghost: Nine. 
Anakin: Ten!
Obi-Wan: Anakin, I am not about to argue with you about this again. [under his breath] Nine times. 
Anakin: I can’t…I cannot believe you are not counting that business on – 
Old Man Luke: [bolting out of his chair] OH MY GOD YOU TWO. [hysterical] That’s it. That’s it! Get out. You…you have to move out. 
Obi-Wan: [agape] But…after everything I’ve done for you – 
Anakin: Luke, I am your FATHER you can’t just throw me out! 
Rey: OK, now, let’s all just calm down, I’m sure we can figure out a solution to – 
Luke: No. NO. We’re done here. I have been listening to these two bitch about every last thing for YEARS. If I have to hear that STUPID STORY about Cato Neimoidia ONE MORE GODDAMN TIME – 
Obi-Wan: [solemnly packing his bags] Very well, then. I presume I can take the electric tea kettle…
Anakin: [ripping it out of his hands] Hold on, no one’s going anywhere. Luke, you don’t really mean this. What would you do without us to guide you? Without all the good we do for you?
Luke: Ha! The entire time since Ben turned to the Darkside you’ve mostly been watching soap opera reruns, yelling at each other about stuff that happened a hundred years ago that NO ONE CARES ABOUT, or pretending that no one can hear you guys in the guest room! [Rey’s eyes widen, Obi-Wan looks scandalized] What possible good is this doing me?
Anakin: [solemnly]…very well. I can see we’re not wanted here. Obi-Wan, my pants please. 
[Anakin puts on pants]
Rey: But…but where will you two go? 
Obi-Wan: Well, Master Yoda still spends time in his swamp sometimes. I suppose we could – 
Anakin: Oh no, we’re not hanging out with that guy full-time. Also the color of the swamp clashes with my eyes. 
Obi-Wan: [murmurs] Oh Lord. OK, well, then who? Leia? I mean, I suppose she’s all that we have left…
[Anakin shoots Luke a look of pure terror] 
Luke: [smirking] Yes! Oh, I am sure you and Leia will have a great time together, Dad. She gets the Soap Opera Channel, you know! [shooing them towards the door] All right, go on then, see you guys later!
Obi-Wan: [looking over his shoulder at Luke] I don’t like this idea.

What Comes Next || Kim Taehyung

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Word Count: 1.7k

Genre: Angst/Fluff

He was surprised when you first told him, and then he was fine with it. It wasn’t what you were expecting but you were grateful he understood. When you told him the news about you being pregnant, you were sure he was going to judge you, he was going to leave, but then he stayed.

Jungkook was your best friend, and someone you could always count on. So when you told him that Taehyung, your boyfriend of three years now, had gotten you pregnant, he accepted it. He didn’t say anything bad, nothing along the lines of “you’re too young”. He told you that it was okay and that he would support you the entire way through.

There were some things you didn’t want to talk about, and that was when you would break the news to Taehyung. At first you had been scared, and there were a lot of times Jungkook would have to come over and calm you down. You were terrified that you being pregnant could ruin everything for Taehyung.

The last thing you wanted to do was ruin his career. You knew he had worked so hard tog et to where he was and you weren’t going to be the reason he stopped. There was a part of you that felt bad though, because Jungkook was the one who was helping you, even though it had nothing to do with him, and for that you were thankful.

He had promised to keep it a secret from Taehyung, not wanting to worry you anymore than you already were. For now it was a secret between the two of you.

It was two months into the pregnancy, and you had already started to notice the baby bump starting. There was a little bit of a belly forming and you found yourself holding your stomach anytime you had the chance. When Taehyung would come over you found yourself moving his hands to your stomach even though he had no idea what was going on.

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I don’t thing I deserve it.. Part 1

Characters: Teen!Reader, Sam, Dean

Warnings: Needles, Injuries

Word count: 1996

Summary: You’ve been a slave for almost 4 years now to a demon named Clarke. When you luckily escape you run, literally, into the winchesters and they take you in and take care of you. They help you overcome your fear for basically everything and you become like a little sister to them.
What will happened when you want to start to hunting down Clarke for revenge? What happens if she catches you first?

A/N: I orginally posted this on ao3 and it’s my first fanfic ever so i wanted to share it with y’all. This will be a series with multiple parts with no smut whatsoever.. Happy reading! (Oh and if you wanna be tagged just send an ask <3)

Part 2

Originally posted by hunterchesters

You ran as fast as you could, not stopping for a minute. It felt like your heart was going to pump out of your chest and all you heard was the loud sound of your heart pounding in your ears. Your lungs hurt from all the running and you were struggling to breathe. The thing behind you was closing up and you felt the panic rise within every second. You rounded a corner as you looked back to find the thing gone and your breath hitched.

You didn’t see where you were running so when you ran into something you fell on my butt, hard. A whimper left your mouth and with panicked eyes you looked up to see that you had just ran into a man. He was really tall and muscular and his shoulder-long hair fell in his face when he looked down at you in surprise. His hazel colored eyes looked at you and you stumbled away instantly.

“Hey, shit, you okay?” the man asks. His voice was deep, but still comforting in a way you didn’t understand. When you didn’t answer he took a step forward and bent down a little but as he did that you let out a shaking breath and backed away. “I’m not gonna hurt you kid” he said and held his hands over his head. You made a frowning face and tried to stand up with your eyes fixed on him in case he would attack you.

As you try to stand up you put your weight into your left leg and a cry leave your lips as you fall down again. Instantly the man was right beside you and you stopped breathing. He bent down and reached for you. You tried to crawl away in fear but the pain in your leg just escalated. “I’m gonna pick you up, okay?" 

He didn’t wait for an answer as he put an arm under your legs and the other one under your back and lifted you up bridal style. As he rose up you shut your eyes and bit your lip as to not scream out the pain. You tasted the familiar taste of blood in your mouth.

You jumped as the man who carried you screamed. "Dean! Come quick, i found someone!” His long legs made him walk a lot faster and you were thankful for not having him running. You didn’t hear the footsteps in front of you and you inhaled sharply as another voice came to your hearing. “Who’s this? What happened?” The voice of this person, Dean, was much deeper than the other man and he sounded a little older. It was definitely another man and you couldn’t help the fear creep up on you. 

You shivered in the man’s arms and he tightened his grip. “I don’t know, she ran into me. Something happened to her leg and I’m pretty sure she hit her head or something before, because she’s bleeding.” You shut your eyes even tighter as you felt a hand on your upper arm.

“Hey kiddo, can you tell us what happened?” Dean said, directing his question to you. You didn’t answer, too afraid of what might happened if you answered wrong to his question. “Do you have a name?” the man who held you squeezed you a little. You didn’t know if it were for comfort or threatening, but you shook your head lightly and regretted it the second you moved your head. 

A sharp sting from the back to your head took you by surprise and you cried out. Tears ran now freely from your closed eyes down your cheeks. “We gotta stitch her up. Take her to the bunker and I’ll try to call Cas”

The man carrying you began walking again and you felt the rumble in his chest that he was talking to you but all you could focus on was the pain. Sooner or later he stopped and he opened a car door. “Hey, I’m gonna put you in the car, and It’ll probably hurt, but you can’t pass out on me, okay?” He lowered you from his grip and into the car. 

As soon as you body hit the seat you took a deep breath, trying to calm down. It helped a little and you were now half sitting, half laying down in the seat. You opened your eyes a little and you saw the man going around the car to take the seat with the wheel. You were sitting shotgun. When he opened his door you looked at him with tired eyes. “Don’t close your eyes” His voice became shallower as he kept trying to talk to you but you’ve already given up and you were slowly sinking into the darkness.


You were in the state between awake and asleep and you didn’t really have control over your body. The sound of a car driving fast was comforting. You began to wake up now and that was something you really didn’t want because the pain was still there. You groaned a little and tried to move but you ended up feeling worse than before. Wait, where were you? Your eyes shot up with fear and your body tensed. 

You looked around with panic in your eyes until you saw the man beside you. The Running. The two men. Your injuries. Everything came back to you. You didn’t realize you made a noise but suddenly a pair of eyes were on you. “Hey, hey, hey, calm down.” He put up his right hand in the air and kept the left one on the steering wheel. As he moved his hand towards you, you flinched away and he took away his hand.

“How are you holding up? We’re at the bunker in about 15 minutes and then I’ll take care of your leg and head, okay?” You wanted to ask what this bunker was, but you kept quiet. You began to shake and you couldn’t feel your toes and fingers. “You’re freezing because of the blood loss, I’d give you a blanket, but I don’t have one, sorry" 

The car went faster for a second and soon enough you were at this odd looking iron door. He parked the car and instantly got out. The door opened beside you and he ducked under the roof of the car to hover over you to pick you up. This made you panic and you tried to get away. He got his arm under got legs and the other one under your back as before, and lifted you out. Your body was tense and the pain was too much for you. "You gotta relax, I’m here to help” He mumbled as he walked to the door.

As he went down the stairs you shut your eyes again in pain. Once you were down he almost started to run and when you felt a comfortable sheet under yourself you opened your eyes. You’re in a bed? The man started to fumble around in boxes and he came forward with a first aid kit. He ran out of the room and came back with a bottle of something. “I’m gonna stitch you up and I’m not gonna lie, it’ll hurt” he took a scissor and qut your pants off of your left leg. 

The cold air that hit your leg gave you goose bumps but you didn’t have time think about it anymore as a liquid hit the contrast of the injury on your leg and it burned like fire. You screamed as tears welled in you eyes. “I’m so sorry, but it has to be done” said the man whith a slight panicked voice. 

He picked up a needle and a thread and you instantly started to breathe funny. “N-no, no, no” you sobbed as you tried to get away. Apparently you shock him with speaking, but you were not gonna let him use that on you. He stared at you for a few seconds before speaking “This needs to be stitched up if you don’t want to die” He looked at you with apologetic eyes as he returned his attention to the needle. “Please d-don’t” you whispered.

The door slammed open and you jumped. The other man, Dean walked in and his eyes wandered to the gasch in your leg. “Need some help Sam?” He said, his eyes never leaving your leg as he spoke. You guessed it was pretty bad. 

Sam closed his eyes and sighed as he said “Hold her” You shock your head in protest. As Dean came forward you began pulling away as you sobbed “N-no, please, d-don’t” your head hit the headboard and you panicked. Dean were now standing next to the bed on the opposite side of Sam.

He grabbed your ankles and carefully tried to drag you down so that you were lying down but you screamed and desperately tried to get away. You tried to hit him but he caught your wrist and putted it over your head. “Calm down! You need to calm down so that Sammy here can stitch you up and everything will be fine" 

You tried to get away from Sam now when you had realised that Dean weren’t letting you go. You scooted over to Dean’s side and Sam looked at you. "It’s okay. You’re scared of needles right? It’s gonna go fast and smoothly if you just calm down” He looked at you in your eyes while speaking. “Yeah, Sam here is really good at it, it’s okay” Dean said. You locked eyes with Sam and he smiled a little and you calmed down a bit.

Dean scooted you over to Sam and you began shaking. Dean took both of your hands and put them on your stomach as he laid his arm over them. The other hand pressed down a little on your left leg to keep it still. In this way you wouldn’t be able to move as much. “Deep breaths, It’s gonna be fine” Sam said. You shut your eyes and as you felt the needle go into your skin you held your breath. It hurt so much and feeling the needle under your skin made it worse. 

After about 2 minutes Dean noticed that you still held your breath and he looked over to your face. “You have to breathe or you’ll pass out” When you didn’t respond he removed his hand on your leg and loosened the arm on your stomach, but not completely moving it away. “Hey, you need to breathe, it’s going good” He put his hand on your cheek and you inhaled sharply. You let out a shaky breath after that and Dean kept talking to you about breathing.

“All done” Sam said, and he moved to the first aid kit to get a bandage to wrap your leg in. As he wrapped it around your leg Dean moved away completely from you. “We have to check your head too, okay?” You nodded a little as you turn to the side, with your face to Dean. He kneeled down and looked over at Sam with an expression you haven’t seen before. 

You flinched a little as Sam started to run his fingers gently over your head as he kept asking you where it hurt. You tensed a little when he moved his fingers over a little bulge. “You don’t need any stitches but you might have a concussion, and we need to get it clean from all of this blood too”

Dean nodded, even tho it was meant for you, and he rose up and walked up to the closet and pulled out a towel. He then went out of sight, but your heard water running. Dean came back with the wet towel and gave it to Sam. Sam cleaned you up and you were losing yourself to sleep. Your eyes were heavy and your breathing evened out. Less than a minute later you were asleep.

Sneaking- Peter maximoff smut

Word count: 944 Requested: yes Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader Raring: M- SMUT A/N: I’m so sorry it took forever, but here! I know it’s not the best but it’s finally up!

The two had been together for a while now. Almost a year to be exact. The tension between the two was growing stronger as the days went by. Yet, even with being legally adults, the two never got the chance to do anything, let alone be alone together.

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    Peter draped his arm over my side as we walked down the hallway of Xavier’s school. “Class treat you well today, babe?” He asked, his Goggles sitting on his head lopsided. I nodded and grinned at the silver haired boy. “Pretty good, Hank decided to set up a new course for us at the end of this semester… It’s kind of funny” I raised my hand and fixed his Goggles. “Oh, really? What is it?” Peter asked as we made our way to the school yard. “Sexual education and I think it’s 99% because of us” I replied at the fact it was true. That ,and Scott and Jean were getting pretty close.     Peter scoffed as we sat down at an empty picnic table, dropping our bags. “Seriously… Man we’re legal. I’m old enough to know how to put it in-” “DON’T FINISH THAT SENTENCE, KURT IS BEHIND YOU” Jubilee interrupted and sat down beside us - actually, in between us. Probably because Charles put her and the rest of our friends up to keeping Peter and I separated. Peter frowned and stood up. “Babe, want to go get food with me?” He asked, obvious excuse to find a way alone.   I was quick to follow behind him, we went walking down toward his room. “You know, we don’t even have to have sex, right? We could just go to that carnival that you like so much” Peter looked at me from the corner of his eye. I nodded. “Of course I know that but the most you’ve actually gotten to do was finger me and that was on the bus. I just want to be with you in any way we possibly ever could” I spoke softly and shrugged. We stopped at his door and he was fast to pin me in against the inside of it. His lips found mine and he pressed needy kisses to my lips. I inhaled, taking in all of this scent. He smelt so beautiful.   Much to our dismay, we heard an all too familiar BAMF and Peter sighed in hysteria, pulling away. “Really, Kurt? Man this sucks” Peter looked at he blue mutant who was grinning sheepishly. “I zhought I should finish my homevork”. Peter rolled his eyes and in a rush we were in an entirely new surrounding. A closet.

   “If we can’t get privacy in my room, we’ll get it here” he began to press those needy and list filled kisses to my lips and trailed down. His hand began to move lower to my hips and he kissed down my neck, to my collarbone and stopped. “Can we?” He asked softly and I immediately knew what he meant. I want to. I really want to. “We can get caught, Peter…” I trailed off, not entirely sure I wanted Peters father or anyone else to find Peter getting off inside of me. He grinned at me and held up a silver packet. A condom. Of course he would. “That’s the best thing about it! If we get caught, there’s always that thrill that we proved them wrong that we did get to have sex again” peter pressed his lips to my nose and waited. I nodded slowly.

Within a second or two we were both entirely naked and Peter was rolling on a condom. He pumped himself and looked at me before teasingly running his shaft up and down my slit. I whimpered out and glared at him. “We don’t have time for foreplay”. Peter  chuckled at my hiss. “Of course we don’t. I just like teasing you” Peter lowly pushed himself inside of me until he completely bottomed out, the awkward dull pain between my hips was back from not having him in such a long time. “You okay? You’re making hat face again” he was looking at me seriously this time and he rubbed my cheek softly. “No. I swear, you better not stop” I stated.

I felt Peter roll his hips before pulling out and sliding back into my heat very slowly, then repeating. The face he was making was pure concentration. It was more than likely he was struggling to go slow instead of fast like he’s used to. I kissed his neck and shoulder. “You can move faster, I’m not made of glass”. “ I know I just don’t want to risk hurting my baby girl” Peter said and he started to move in a little faster, but not much. We both let out small moans and gasps.

  Not long after, the sound of our skin was the only think audible. That’s a lie. We were loud. Peter was pounding into me and groaning loud, both of us chasing our orgasms. I felt that familiar tightness in my lower region and let go instantly, a heat and lightheadedness washing over me, my vision blurry. Feeling Peter release info the condom with a loud moan, I heard him giggle. “What?” I asked. “You squirted”. I felt my cheeks get hotter than there was before.

“Okay, fun is up. My office now” Professor Xavier’s voice calls from the opposite side of the door. I heard Erik and Raven mumble something and them walking off, I stared at Peter with wide eyes. He smirked and sat up. “What can I say? You tempted me, and it’s totally worth whatever we have to do now”.

You Deserve More Than Me- Part 1

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary- You are King Stevens beloved little sister, who is hopelessly in love with his best friend High Duke James. The only problem is James refuses to see you when he gets home from battle.

Message- I promise tomorrow will be a chapter from one of my stories. Probably Chapter 3 of Fire and Ice. I just kinda got inspired to write this today, but I did work on a bunch of other chapters for my other fics to! Also, should I do a part 2 to this?

Word Count- 1580

“I am to be married.” Your brother Steve says as he sits down next to you.

“To who? I have not heard any news of you courting anyone. I thought you said you would never marry, not after what happened to Peggy?” You ask as you lean against your brother.

“Her name is Princess Natasha, its necessary, this union will end the war.” He whispers. “I-I don’t think Peg would mind. Do you?”

“No, no. She wouldn’t. She’s been gone for five years now. She would want you to move on, to be happy.” You say as you pull your older brother into a hug.

“She was the love of my life. I don’t know if I’ll ever move on from that.” He murmurs into your shoulder.

“Even if you do not love your wife, you can still be a kind and caring husband.” You say as you run your fingers through his hair.

“You are right, as always.” Your brother mumbles. “Now that the war is ending, Bucky will be returning home.” That makes you perk up a bit. It was no secret to your brother, that you held affections for his closest friend. “Perhaps the both of us will be married before the year is out.” Steve joked.

“Ha ha, you are hilarious, brother. We both know Bucky always saw me as a child.” You say.

“You have grown up in the years he has been gone, I am sure he will notice.” Steve says.

“Perhaps.” You murmur. “Read to me, I am too tired to do it myself and it will distract you from your impending wedding date.”

“What book?” Your brother asks as you snuggle into his side even more.

“I don’t care.” You murmur and your brother laughs as he grabs a book off the table. Then he starts to read the book and eventually you drift off to sleep.


To say that you hated your new sister-in-law was an understatement. She was cold, calculating and never gave a straight forward answer. She wouldn’t even speak to anyone- accept the guard she brought with her named Clint- unless she absolutely had to, and that included her new husband, your brother. She even demanded her own courters, which while done in many other countries was not something done her.

“Do you think I did something to insult her?” Your brother asks as he walks into the private family room.

“I don’t think so, I think that’s just what she is like.” You say.

“Do you, do you think that she and that guard of hers are involved?” Steve whispers so low you can barely hear.

“She would be stupid to do that, it is treason after all and it is grounds for divorce.” You say as you pull your brother into a hug.

“Bucky should be here in the next week. I got a letter from him, he was gravely injured in the last battle. That is what has taken him so long to come home.” Steve says to you.

“But he is okay now. Right?” You ask.

“They had to cut off his arm, because of an infection.” Steve murmurs and your legs buckle and your brother helps you sit down.

“Oh, but other than that he is okay, right? The infection is gone? The amputation worked?” you question.

“I believe so yes.” Steve says. “I need to go, are you okay to be alone for the moment?”

“Yes, I am fine.” You murmur and Steve leaves the room after giving you one more glance. You take a couple moments to collect yourself and then you leave the room, having a destination in mind. You find Clint sitting with Natasha. It is Natasha who notices you first.

“Princess Y/N, is there something you need from me?” Natasha asks.

“I need to speak with your guard, alone.” You say coolly. Clint and Natasha exchange confused looks before Clint rises from his chair.

“Of course, your highness.” Clint says as he follows you out of the room. “What is it that you need of me?” he asks after you lead him into the library.

“I need you to stop having relations with Princess Natasha. I understand that things are different where you come from, but here in this kingdom, fidelity is important. We are faithful to our spouses and I know that you are aware that sleeping with the wife of the King is treason. You are going to be killed if you continue to do this.” You sneer.

“Princess Natasha and I are not sleeping together. I would never allow her to do something that stupid and careless. You should stop spreading these harmful rumors.” Clint growls at you.  

“I am here because my brother has expressed concern of her infidelity. If she is faithful why did she demand her own chambers?” you question.

“Can you truly blame her for not wanting to share a bed with a stranger? I beg that you clear things up with the King. Princess Natasha is a lot of things, but she will remain faithful to your brother.” Clint says.

“I will let my brother know. Have a good day.” You say as you leave the room.


“Bucky, please let me in!” You cry into the door. “You have been home a week and I have not seen you yet. I have missed you these last several years.”

“Go away, Y/N. I do not wish to see you today.” Bucky says from behind the door.

“I know what you are doing. You are trying to push me away. But I will not let you. I am sure you remember from our youth how good I am at pestering you.” You say back.

“I would have thought that you had gotten over your childhood crush on me by now.” Bucky sneers.

“You are in pain, so I will choose to ignore that rude comment. I am going to bother you until you let me in.” You say as you sit down by the door.

“Go find yourself a proper husband!” Bucky barks though the door.

“If you are not worthy of me, who is? You are the kindest man I know, you care about my opinion, you have the highest rank outside of the royal family and you are the wealthiest citizen in our country.” You yell.

“I am not a man anymore, I am crippled. I only have one arm, how will I hold you, how will I dance with you? If you were ever to fall pregnant how would I hold the babe?” Bucky cries through the door.

“If I’m not mistaken the arm is not the appendage that makes you a man. As for those other things, we will figure those things out. I was never one to enjoy dancing anyway.” You say and you can hear Bucky laugh in between his sobs. “I have always loved you, you know. My earliest memory is of me toddling after you and Steve in the garden and then I fell and scrapped my knee and you kissed it better.”

“I could never stand to see you cry, I would move mountains to make you happy.” Bucky whispers.

“You do not need to move mountains, just open the door.” You murmur. Then you hear shuffling and the door starts to crack open. That’s when you see him, his hair is longer than it used to be, it is a little past his chin, his face is unshaven, but not enough for him to have a proper beard. “Bucky.” You whisper as you move to hug him. Then he pulls you into his chambers and the two of you sit on the sofa. You talk for hours. Catching up on what each of you missed in the other’s lives, both of you laugh and both of you cry. Bucky tells you about the horrors of war and you tell him about your new sister-in-law.

“Perhaps she is still on guard. We were her enemies not even two months ago. I know first impressions mean a lot to you but you need to give her time to adjust.” Bucky says as he holds your hand. The two of you fall into silence for a bit, but then Bucky murmurs.  “I would think about you a lot, while I was away. You were my happy place, I fell in love with the memories I had of you. I had every intention of coming back and demanding Steve allow me to have your hand in marriage. But then this happened” Bucky motions to where his arm used to be. “And I knew that you would never agree to marry me.”

“You truly think so little of me?” You ask.

“No, but you are a princess. You have a duty to your people, you need a strong man to be your husband.” Bucky says.

“You are the strongest man I’ve ever met.” You say as you grip is face. “I would be honored to be your wife. If you ever felt inclined to ask me.” Then Bucky takes a deep breath and turns his whole body to face you.

“If Steve gives us permission.” He starts.

“Steve will give us his permission.” You say as you roll your eyes.

“Don’t interrupt my proposal.” Bucky says as he laughs. “If Steve gives us his permission, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

“Yes.” You whisper before sharing a chaste kiss with Bucky.

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the best thing he never had ; four

one , two , three , four , five

pairing; jungkook x reader

genre; best friend!au

word count; 4.8k

summary; in this story, you have known your best friend for more than 15 years and you were utterly and wholly in love with him

You promised that you would get to tell him.

Soon, that is.

But not now— not when he had been stressing out over midterms and you, being just as busy with packing your things and talking with the administrator back and forth about how your trip would all go down.

The global internship was a chance for you to finally do something that you loved and prove that you are worthy of something more than just purely passing every midterm and getting good grades effortlessly (at least that’s what they say when you’re not listening). But truly, you knew that this internship to see dozens of places could help you go back to your roots and experience the many things you wouldn’t be able to do with just plain studying.

You were going to Australia, the first place that your mother took you when you were seven and you could vaguely remember the streets that everyone walked on all throughout the day and you grasping onto your mother’s arm as tightly as you could in fear of getting side tracked and losing her all at once.

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I remember when Brendon was 19, meaning I was 12. He’s now 30 and I’m 23 this year. He’s had such a huge impact on my life for 11 years now, and I’ve loved every moment. I’ve watched him grow through every stage, and every stage of my life, he’s always been the background music. I remember begging my parents to let me see them, but being dismissed for being too young. And throughout my teenage years and now my “adulthood” I don’t have enough fingers to count how many times I’ve seen him. I owe this man so much, including the reason I know one of my best friends. Now he’s on Broadway, and we all kind of knew deep down this would happen, and I could not be prouder for this goddamn QUEEN of a man. 

Happy 30th birthday, Brendon! See you in New York <3

Sugar burn (part 1)

summary: despite his hard exterior lance loves to spoil and praise his athletes (as well as you) but when you come to visit him at his gym, his acts of kindness are too familiar and insecurities as well as fears rise to the surface

pairing: sugardaddy!lance tucker x reader

word count: 2466

warnings: mentions of sex, sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship

a/n: s/o to the amazing anon who gave me an awesome prompt for this fic!

Originally posted by talkinboutmyimagination

His smile is worth a million dollars, his teeth that peek through his infectious smile gleam and shine more than his Olympic medal does. Lance Tucker is in a good mood and for the past year and a half, he has been nothing but smiles and kind words. His students: the Olympic hopefuls never question it, glad that the once complete and utter asshole has toned down and is now nothing like his former self.

Lance Tucker no longer flirts with anything on legs that walks through the door, in fact, the definition of a bachelor doesn’t even look at other women like they’re a piece of meat. He’s a changed man, his students, as well as his colleagues (including Hope who doesn’t fail to make fun of him claiming he’s gone soft), know it but they don’t know why.

They don’t know that you’re the reason why he showers his students in affection – the good kind not the flirty bordering on sexual harassment kind. They don’t know you’re the reason why he walks through the gym doors every day feeling like both a God and the luckiest man alive. You make him feel all the emotions he had tried too long to pretend he didn’t feel. It was love but not the conventional kind but the kinky kind of love.

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Spent a Dollar on This Ring

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written by: Emily | @prosciuttoe

prompt: ‘A Bellarke modern universe pregnancy fic with both of them as detectives?’ for @itsbellarkeworld 

word count: 5298

Which brings her to this exact moment, really: Sitting in the same toilet cubicle that she and Bellamy have fucked in countless times before; pregnancy test in hand and pants around her ankles.

“Shit,” she mutters, staring down at the pink plus symbol before her. “Shit, shit, shit.”

Or: Clarke has never considered that raising a baby together would come into the equation when she started sleeping with Bellamy Blake, but here they are.

Clarke has been partners with Bellamy Blake for three years now, and they’ve been sleeping together for about two of them.

It starts— as most things do, with them— after one of their countless screaming matches.

He’s new to the force, reckless and cocky in a way that makes her resent him almost immediately while she’s the stick in the mud (according to him, at least) who refuses to bend the rules to get a few more arrests. One minute they’re yelling about the necessity of filing the paperwork for the Highlander case, and the next minute they’re kissing— furious and sloppy and wanting; Bellamy’s hand sliding down to the small of her back to guide her into the janitor’s closet.

(It’ll take a few more months of fighting and fucking for them to actually become friends, but the rest is history, to say the least.)

Which brings her to this exact moment, really: Sitting in the same toilet cubicle that she and Bellamy have fucked in countless times before; pregnancy test in hand and pants around her ankles.

“Shit,” she mutters, staring down at the pink plus symbol before her. “Shit, shit, shit.”

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anonymous asked:

Can you write anything about draco/harry reaction upon seeing their first born child? (p.s i always enjoyed your writing!)

There was something short-circuiting in Draco’s brain.

Because in his arms - in his scarred, weathered, imperfect arms - lay this fragile thing, gurgling up at him with the eyes of the innocent, its tiny thumb clutching around his finger.


And he had known, of course, that the first time he would hold his child it would be a… an earth-shattering experience, to say the least. He’d heard the stories of his father torn apart, crying with a tiny Draco in his arms (supposedly the last time his father had cried in near proximity of his mother) - he’d heard the myths about his grandfather crying when Lucius was born.

Still, he had told himself that it wouldn’t happen to him. 

He’d always been cool, after all (not counting the, uh, stressful Sixth Year, but anyone would’ve been crying during that year so who could blame him?) and he thought that now would be no different.

Oh, how wrong he was.

Scorpius Malfoy.

He choked back a sob, trying his best not to break down and fall to his knees - what if accidentally dropped his kid? Oh god, his kid. This was his kid. 

He was a father.

The baby had his eyes, sparkling with an innocence he was never going to get back, with a joyous sound gurgling in his throat, making grabby hands at Draco’s face - as if he wanted Draco to be closer, closer than the impossible closeness he already was.

Oh my god.

He didn’t know what kind of feelings were twirling around in his stomach, too intense and too many to name, impossibly high and overwhelming - staring at the baby, at his son with a strange clarity that, oh, god - I will give my life for this boy, no - I will live my life for my son.

“Draco?” came from the bed beside him, “are you quite alright?”

Draco laughed, almost on the edge of hysteria, and the dam finally broke, his cheeks staining with hot tears. “Oh, sweetheart,” he mumbled, feeling as though his heart would break through his chest because this tiny, fragile thing had won it over completely, “I have never been more alright in my entire life.”