best friend t shirt

the “i have a crush on my straight bestfriend”mixtape

1. sleepover // hayley kiyoko 

“even when you’re next to me, it’s not the way I’m picturing. i’m just feeling low, feeling low. you wanna be friends forever? i can think of something better”

2. bestie // sizzy rocket 

“tonight she got a really tight dress on and she likes to dance. she’s dancing all on me with her thighs and then i realize i wanna fuck my best friend”

3. on your side // the veronicas

“i still wear your t-shirt out, all the ink is faded now. i wonder who you’re dreaming of tonight”

4. secret // chelsea lankes

“between you and me, you are the secret i keep. it’s too much, you know” 

5. explosion // zolita 

“cant pretend that i’m not in love with my best friend. in my dreams, you are my queen. i’m mad for you, you’re mad for me, you tell me you’d die without me”

6. boyfriend // tegan and sara

“i let you take advantage cause it felt so good, i blame myself for thinking we both understood”

bonus track (by popular demand) 

jenny // studio killers

“i borrow your lipstick so often, i’m using your shirt as a pillow case. i wanna ruin our friendship, we should be lovers instead”

total track time: 23 minutes

Reasons I love Ryuji Sakamoto

-described as “vulgar boy” but doesn’t say fuck
-doesn’t even question Akira following him to school through a creepy alleyway
-hates Kamoshida, but not for himself, even though the asshole broke his leg
-did I mention his legs?
-Ryuji has the best gams in the game. No question
-somehow gets away with not following uniform guidelines at school whatsoever
-tiny eyebrows
-is literally always at Akira’s side, encouraging him and being the first one to speak up
-literally the bestest bro
-sure he talks about getting chicks, but he steps in when dudes harass Ann
-him and Ann seem like legitimate friends without a shoehorned romance or flirting
-He just wants the best for everyone
-isn’t afraid to express his emotions, even the feelings of helplessness, remorse, being lost, feeling alone, etc.
-refreshingly optimistic
-not afraid to get up close and personal with his friends
-like, he has no problems with physical contact with Akira, which is something you don’t see alot (aka: 2 dudes sitting in the hot tub 5 ft apart cause they’re not gay)
-doesn’t take it to heart or get offended when his friends tease him
-has the best t-shirts
-just so sweet. So good.
-hates injustice against people who don’t deserve it
-texts Akira like 6 times in a row instead of one chunk, so relatable
-is an abuse survivor and I must reiterate HAD HIS LEG BROKEN BY A TEACHER
-canonically walks with a limp, but doesn’t let it get to him
-so happy so good so beautiful
-is best boy
-i love him

note: each section () is listed from newest to oldest



100 ways to say I love you
— angst | fluff




 charm me 
— gryffindor!jin | smut 




nude wars (ft. jungkook)
— frat!yoonkook | smut | fluff 
↠ pt1 :: (ongoing)

 hidden stars (ft. jungkook)
— angst | smut | fluff 
pt1 :: pt2 :: pt3 :: pt4 :: pt5 :: + (complete)

 lab partners (ft. jimin)
— high school au | smut
pt1 :: pt2 :: pt3 :: (complete)


 makeshift chemistry 
— college au | smut 

 fantasies (ft. jimin) 
— incubi!yoonmin | smut


red :: 01

 taste (ft. taehyung) 
— poly!taegi | smut




 the purge 
— purger!hoseok | angst | gore
pt1 :: pt2 :: pt3 :: pt4 :: (ongoing) 




 ships in the night 
— idol au | smut | angst | fluff




 doctor dreamy 
— expecting parents au | fluff | angst | smut  
pt1 :: pt2 :: (ongoing) 

 future hearts (ft. jungkook) 
— punk!jikook | angst | smut | fluff
pt1 :: pt2 :: pt3 :: pt4 :: pt5 :: pt6 :: (ongoing)


— smut 

lab partners (ft. yoongi)
— high school au | smut

 fantasies (ft. yoongi)
— incubi!yoonmin | smut




 loving him, loving her 
— best friend au | angst | smut 
pt1 :: (ongoing) 


 the t-shirt thief 
— idol au | smut | fluff

under the cloak 
— gryffindor!taehyung | smut


• taste (ft. yoongi)
— poly!taegi | smut 




nude wars (ft. yoongi)
— frat!yoonkook | smut | fluff
pt1 :: (ongoing)

• future hearts (ft. jimin)
— punk!jikook | angst | smut | fluff
pt1 :: pt2 :: pt3 :: pt4 :: pt5 :: pt6 :: (ongoing) 

• I hate you, I love you 
— best friend au | angst | smut
pt1 :: pt2 :: + :: (complete)

• hidden stars (ft. yoongi)
— idol au | angst | smut | fluff 
pt1 :: pt2 :: pt3 :: pt4 :: pt5 :: + :: (complete) 


— college au | angst | smut

• cold coffee 
— smut

 painting the meadow’s void 
— soulmate au | fluff


• slytherin!jungkook 
— harry potter au | smut

• tease 
— idol au | smut

The Fourth Musketeer

Originally posted by riverdales-daily

Pairing: Archie x Reader

Description: A small comment from Betty triggers many painful memories for Archie about a lost love.

Warnings: angst?

Word count: 1,405

Tag list: @isis278 @lost-in-wonderland-x @spam-to-follow

A/N: so this isn’t based off of any request, I was just inspired to write this fic. hope you enjoy!

“It’ll be like old times,” Betty said, hopeful eyes staring at Archie.

“The three musketeers,” he laughed.  Betty bit her lip, her smile slightly fading.

“Actually, Archie,” she corrected, “there were four of us.”

“(Y/N)!” a newly-turned six year old Archie exclaimed.  "I didn’t think you were gonna come!“

"Of course I came!” (Y/N) giggled, stepping into the Andrews house.  "You’re my best friend.“ Archie pulled (Y/N) into a hug.

"You’re my best friend too, (Y/N),” he grinned.

“Yeah, four of us,” Archie muttered, turning away from Betty. She frowned, realizing she reopened that wound too soon.

“I’m sorry Archie, I didn’t mean-”

“It’s fine, Betty,” Archie grimaced.

“No, I shouldn’t have brought it up,” she apologized.

“But there were four of us,” Archie admitted.  "I guess I was just trying to forget the fourth.“

"Why do we only come here when they play this movie?” ten year old (Y/N) questioned, gesturing towards the movie playing on the Twilight Drive-In screen.  Archie shrugged, wrapping his arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders.

“Because it’s my favorite,” he replied.  (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

“Don’t you want to watch something else for a change?” she asked, looking up at him with a smile.  "You know, discover something new?“

"No,” Archie refused her suggestion, immaturely shaking his head.  "I like things just the way they are.“

Archie couldn’t get (Y/N) out of his head for the rest of the day.  Throughout school, and after school during the preparations for Jughead’s party, Archie’s mind kept going back to (Y/N).  For two years, he had blocked out all memories of her.  Now, she was pictured clear in his mind.  Her memory was haunting him, and Archie could do nothing but push through the day as if nothing was wrong.

"Archie,” (Y/N) whimpered, standing on his front porch.  He ran out towards her and enveloped her in a hug as soon as he reached her.

“What?” he asked, burying his face into her hair.  "What’s wrong?“  (Y/N) gripped onto his t-shirt, her hands desperately holding onto her best friend.

"I’m moving,” she sobbed.  "I’m moving next month.“  Archie’s arms dropped, and he took a step back.

"Moving?” he echoed.  "But what about 8th grade?“  (Y/N) helplessly shrugged, tears continuing to roll down her cheeks.  "It’s our last year before high school. We were gonna…”  The rest of Archie’s sentence was stuck in his throat.

“I know,” she cried.  "I know, Archie. You think I wanted this?“  He frantically shook his head.

"No, no, of course not.”

“We’re leaving in July,” she explained.  "I tried to convince my parents not to move, or at least to leave me behind.“

"You could stay with us,” Archie offered.  A bittersweet smile creeped onto (Y/N)’s lips.

“I know,” she said. “I told them that.”

“Jesus, (Y/N),” Archie mumbled as he stumbled into his bedroom, ignoring the party going on downstairs.  "(Y/N).“  He repeated her name over and over again, reminiscing on the way her name felt on his tongue.  All the memories that he had hidden away from himself came tumbling back, and he was suddenly overwhelmed with emotions that he had forgotten how they felt.  He frustratedly tugged at his hair, struggling to cope with his feelings.  Her sparkling eyes and joyous laugh were still engraved in the back of his mind.  How could he ever forget?  "God, (Y/N), I’m so sorry.”  He continued to drunkenly pace around his room, head spinning with memories of (Y/N).  Every moment they shared, every hug they had, every chance he missed to tell her he loved her.  He missed every single opportunity he had to tell her.  "I should’ve told her,“ he moaned.  An idea lit up in Archie’s mind, so he began to search his room.  He tossed clothes and blankets aside until he found his phone laying on his nightstand.  He picked it up and immediately dialed (Y/N)’s number by memory.

"I’m sorry, this number no longer exists,” the monotonous robot answered his call.  Archie screamed out in frustration, throwing his phone across his room against the wall.

“I want to talk to her!” he screamed, punching his bed.  "I need her!“

"Archie?” Veronica called out as she cautiously his room.  He paused his rampage as he turned to face the raven-haired girl.

“What?” he snapped.

“You’re making a lot of noise,” Veronica ignored the bite in his voice.  "I wanted to make sure you’re okay.“

"I’m not…” he clutched his head, sitting down on his bed, “I’m not okay.  She’s gone.”

“Who?” Veronica questioned, sitting next to Archie.

“(Y/N),” he moaned.  "(Y/N)’s gone.“

"Who’s that?” Veronica asked.  Archie glared at her and stood up, stepping away from her.

“I loved her,” he whispered, flopping back onto his bed.  Veronica frowned.  "God, I should’ve left Riverdale when my mom offered.“

"But then we would’ve never met,” Veronica quipped.  "And that, Archiekins, would be a tragedy of epic proportions.“  She glanced at his lips, then back up to his eyes.  Leaning in, she connected her lips with his.  It only lasted a moment before Archie pulled away.

"No, Veronica,” he stopped her.  "I’m sorry, but… you’re not her.“

"I’m sorry,” she apologized.  "That was stupid and selfish of me, I shouldn’t have-“

"It’s fine,” Archie interrupted her.  "It’s not your fault, I just… the wound is still kinda fresh, you know?“  Veronica nodded.

"She sounds lovely,” she offered.  "Can you tell me about her?“  Archie inhaled deeply.

"We were best friends,” he started, and a smile already grew on his face.  "Our parents were good friends, so we knew each other since birth.  We were two peas in a pod.  Then we met Jughead and Betty, and we became the four musketeers.  We’d do everything together.  But (Y/N) and I were still the closest.“

"When did you fall in love with her?” Veronica inquired.

“I think I always was,” Archie answered truthfully.  Veronica sighed; she knew there was no competing with even the memory of (Y/N).  "But I don’t think I realized it until I kissed her.“

"Did you know some people have already had their first kiss?” (Y/N) asked Archie as she sat on a swing.

“Like who?” he questioned.  They were eleven.

“I heard Cheryl kissed someone,” (Y/N) shrugged.  "I don’t know who though.“

"She could be lying,” Archie said.

“Josie, too,” (Y/N) interjected.

“Maybe they kissed each other,” Archie laughed, and (Y/N) giggled with him.  Once their laughs died down, they swung in silence.

“Who do you want to be your first kiss?” (Y/N) broke the silence.

“I don’t know,” Archie shrugged.  "What about you?“

"There’s not really anyone I want to kiss,” she answered.  "The only good guys in Riverdale are you and Jughead.“

"Would you kiss Jughead?”

“Ew, no!” she squealed.  "Jughead is like my brother!“

"Am I a brother to you?” Archie asked.  (Y/N) grew quiet and shrugged.

“You’re my best friend, Arch,” she responded.

“So does that mean you would kiss me?” he smirked.  (Y/N) blushed.

“Would you kiss me?” she countered, causing Archie to blush.  They both grew quiet, each embarrassed by the thought of kissing each other.

“I’d want you to be my first kiss,” he said.  (Y/N)’s head snapped up to look at Archie.

“Really?” she asked.  He nodded.  "I want you to be my first kiss too.“

"What if…” Archie nervously stuttered, “What if we did it now?  Like, kiss each other.  Just so that we’re definitely each other’s first kiss.”  (Y/N) pretended to contemplate it for a moment, but she already knew her answer.

“Sure,” she agreed nonchalantly.  Her heart was about to beat out of her chest.  Archie jumped off of the swing and stepped towards (Y/N).  Both of their eyes fluttered closed, and they pressed their lips against each other’s.  They pulled apart a second after, a blush spreading across both of their cheeks.  Archie hopped back onto the swing next to (Y/N).  Neither of them spoke about the kiss.

“Do you think she knew?” Veronica asked.  Archie raised a puzzled eyebrow.  "Do you think she knew that you loved her?“ she elaborated.  Archie shrugged.

"Maybe,” he responded.  "I hope so.  I never told her, though.  God, I should’ve told her.“

"Hey,” Veronica reached a comforting hand out towards Archie.  "Don’t beat yourself up over it.  From what you told me, it sounds like she knew.“

"You think so?”

“I do,” Veronica nodded.  "And from what I can tell, I think she loved you too.“

Part two here     Part three here     Part four here     Part five here

Fighting For Him - Smut

Originally posted by youarealwaysfirst

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Thomas/Reader
Words: 4,571
AN: @writing-obrien wanted Thomas and I always give her what she wants. Also thanks to her for also providing me with the plot and helping me figure it out. Special shout out to @celestial-writing cause she’s my child and she’s always encouraging me. And to my GC @sincerelystiles @dylan-ohbrien @ninja-stiles @thelittlestkitsune @girlmeetsworldedits @sabrinas-wolves @mf-despair-queen @rememberstilinski and @stilinski-jpeg cause they’re always encouraging and inspiring and I love them all a lot. 

This is just a lot of smut cause I am thirsty as fuckkkkkkkkk.

The moment you laid eyes on Thomas you knew you wanted him. It was an instant attraction. You gravitated towards him before you even realized your feet were moving, the second he stepped in the room. He seemed to feel the same, his whiskey eyes following your every movement. There was only one problem. Brenda.

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he know’s spider-man

A/N: this is an imagine i originally posted on my wattpad account but i’m just going to stick with tumblr and post all my imagine’s here (also i’m the queen of bad titles okay bye)

summary: Ned blurts out in gym class that Peter knows Spider-Man when he hears you talk about how much the guy in red and blue fascinates you.

pairing peter parker x reader

request prompts from this list 

As you sat on the bleachers talking to your friends about nothing in particular New York’s finest hero suddenly came up in one of your conversations and you couldn’t hold back the smile that crept its way onto your lips whenever someone brought him up.

“It’s just Spider-Man” you mumbled putting your head in your hand as you smiled dreamily thinking about the man in red and blue “oh my gosh she’s crushing on spider man” one of your friends chuckled earning light smack on the back of her head from you “ow” she mumbled rubbing the spot where you had hit her, you only smiled satisfied as you continued writing your notes for the upcoming math test you had later this week.

“You seriously like Spider-Man?” Liz asked you plopping down next to you as she shooed the girl that had previously been sitting there away “I can’t like him! I don’t even know what he looks like I just find him fascinating that’s all” you frowned trying your best to avoid the topic.

Peter’s eyes opened wide as he heard the words that came out of your mouth you had a crush on Spider-Man? He thought, feeling his stomach fill with butterflies as he stared so helplessly at the girl he had been in love with for the past two years. He was certain you didn’t know who he was since you were popular and he, well he was not.

He liked to keep to himself and the only friend he had was Ned who was just as much of a nerd as him, Ned knew about Peter’s massive crush on you since it was fairly obvious, Peter would constantly stare at you and rant about how cute you were so Ned took this as his chance to get you to notice him “Peter knows Spider-Man” he suddenly yelled and everything went quite.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at Peter, including you. It was like time had stopped and everyone just stared at him in shock, Peter was mortified as he looked at Ned with a death stare he absolutely hated being the center of attention. He then turned his head and as his eyes met yours, he felt his cheeks turn Scarlet as you smiled in his direction.

As soon as gym was over he stood up and hurried into the changing rooms to get back into his normal clothes which consisted of a white t-shirt, grey jacket and blue jeans. Ned followed after him and waited for him as he changed clothes.

“Why the hell would you do that Ned!?” Peter scolded his best friend whilst he pulled the white t-shirt over his head “because Y/N was talking about how much she likes Spider-Man and well I just wanted her to notice you since it’s no secret that you like her” Ned said shrugging his shoulders as he took a bite out of the chocolate bar that had been in his pocket for the last three weeks.

“I can’t believe you everyone looked at me like a was a complete freak” Peter groaned sitting down next to Ned “and Y/N she stared as well” Peter said, she was truly the only reason he felt so embarrassed about the entire ordeal “what do you mean she smiled at you! she noticed you” Ned said putting his arm around Peter’s shoulders as he took another bite of his chocolate “isn’t that like two weeks old?” Peter asked scrunching his face up in disgust “nope three weeks” Ned respondes swallowing the rest of it and throwing the plastic that had been wrapped around it into the trash.

“Much better” Peter said sarcastically as they both walked down the school hallways to their next class, which was history a class you were also in and he couldn’t help the nerves filling his stomach as he sat in the back of the classroom like usual waiting anxiously for you to walk into the room. You eventually did and did something Peter did not expect.

When your eyes met Peter’s you smiled and waved at him his eyes widening as he started looking around the room to see if you were waving at him or someone else.

You giggled at this and walked to the back of the classroom and plopped down in the seat next to him, you had never seen anyone as shocked as he was in that moment “hi I’m Y/N” you smiled towards him and offered him your hand to shake “I-I uh hi I’m uh Parker” his eyes widened “Peter Parker sorry” he chucked awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

You found it adorable how he stumbled over his words and blushed every time you spoke to him or looked at him, you couldn’t deny the fact he was pretty fucking cute. His sharp jaw, his lips and adorable brown eyes.

You had always noticed Peter in every single one of your classes you actually envied him a lot because of how smart he was but there was just something about him that drew you to him so you found yourself starting to take in every detail about him.

How he would stick his tongue out ever so slightly when he was concentrating and how he would anxiously bite his nails every time the teacher said that he was picking one person to come up to the board and solve what they had been doing.

Your staring didn’t go unnoticed by Peter and he stared growing more and more nervous every time you looked his way, was there something wrong with the way he dressed did he have something on his face? Those were the only things he could think about.

He had never been so grateful to hear the unpleasant noise of the bell signaling that class was over, he quickly gathered his books and made his way out of the classroom as quickly as he possibly could “Peter!” you called after him but he pretended not to hear you as he continued walking down the hallway and towards the exit.

You were a little hurt by this but decided to just forget about it and go home. You walked towards your locker and shoved all of your stuff in there slamming it shut and walking out of school.

It usually took you about 20-25 minutes to walk home but you remembered that there was a much shorter way you could go that would only take you 10 minutes but you had to go through a dark alleyway that always creeped you out and was the only reason you didn’t go the short cut, but you thought nothing of it today as the sun was shining and you were feeling brave.

But that all changed when you were about mid way through the alley “look at what we have here” you heard a mans voice slur obviously meaning that he was extremely drunk.

You started walking faster clutching your backpack tightly, slowly letting out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding in. The man quickly caught up to you and grabbed your shoulder and threw you to the ground and straight into a puddle completely drenching you.

“Please don't” you cried the man only kicking you in response “shut up you bi-” the man was cut off by someone kicking him to the ground that person being none other than Spider-Man himself.

“Y/N are you okay!?” Spider-Man asked pulling you up to your feet, you were shocked how does Spider-Man know my name? You thought “ho-how do you know my name” you finally managed to get out “oh i-uh i just you know” you heard him begin to ramble and you immediately realized who your savior was.

“Peter?” you asked slowly pulling the mask off of his head, he didn’t try to stop you and as soon as you saw the all to familiar face of Peter Parker you smiled and connected your lips to his as a thank you. He was shocked but reacted quickly by wrapping his arms around your waist.

When you pulled away his cheeks were as red as they could possibly be “please don’t tell anyone” was the first thing he said and you nodded mumbling a ‘I would never’ him only nodding before pulling the mask back over his head right before disappearing out of sight.

“She kissed you!?” the voice of Ned ran through out the entire house, Peter didn’t say anything instead he just smiled the most happiest smile he had smiled since uncle Ben died. He felt as happy as he could ever be and it was like nothing could bring him down in that moment.

“Yes she did it was amazing” Peter gushed feeling his cheeks turn a deep shade of red at the thought of your lips pressed against his.

“See being Spider-Man has it’s pros” Ned said pausing the movie that had been quietly playing in the background that the boys had stopped watching a while ago “but it also has its cons like risking my life every single day!” Peter said raising an eyebrow at Ned “whatever dude you kissed Y/N one of the most attractive girls at school”

Peter couldn’t argue with Ned anymore so he just nodded feeling as lucky as ever that a girl like Y/N had kissed him, she was way out of his league and he was sure everyone knew that but in that moment it didn’t matter the only thing that mattered was that she kissed him.

Y/N kissed him.

Art Therapy

Request: I was wondering if you would write something were the reader and Bucky fell in love, but Natasha was really horrible and told the reader to stay away from Bucky, Bucky doesn’t understand why


Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader [Enhanced]

Word Count: 6,658

Bucky lay in bed staring at the ceiling. He couldn’t sleep most nights. The rare times when he could, his mind was plagued with nightmares. The doctors in Wakanda had assured him that it was perfectly normal. His psychiatrist at the Avengers compound told him that the therapy would help with it. He even had a prescription for sleeping pills after he mentioned his insomnia. But Bucky didn’t like taking them, the feeling of something making his mind hazy was too close to how he used to be while under Hydra’s control.

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Junhao Headcanons

requested by @sassyminghao ♡

oh boy here we go

☾ junhao invented the having a crush on your best friend cliche 

☾ minghao is always stealing junhui’s hoodies/t-shirts, always, all the time, none stop, junhui dies lil inside from softness

☾ anything minghao does junhui is just all “ 😍😍😍 “

☾ clingy junhui is a thing, jun is always touching minghao in one way or another, whether it be holding hands or their legs just brushing together

☾ jun is the ultimate grease bag, minghao could be throwing a rage fit and he’d be in the background smiling like “ awe you’re so cute “

☾ minghao acts really annoyed when junhui is being overly affectionate or flirty but he’s literally dying on the inside (save this tsundere)

☾ jun has definitely made minghao lay under him as he did push ups just so he he’d kiss him when he came down 👀

☾ everyone thinks junhui is the one who gets easily jealous but it’s really minghao

☾ they can and will shamelessly make out in front of their members

☾ neck . kisses . any . time . all . the . time

☾ someone control jun when it comes to leaving hickeys

☾ minghao isn’t extremely vocal with his affection so when he does say things like “ i love you “ or “ you look cute “ , jun’s eyes light up like christmas lights

☾ although, minghao is plenty vocal with mingyu, he’ll keep him up all hours of the night talking about junhui 

☾ jun would brag about how amazing his boyfriend is, can and will stand in the middle of the street screaming “ LOOK HOW CUTE MY BF IS “
minghao gets embarrassed and hits him

☾ gross flirting in mandrian

☾ junhui makes minghao’s tea for him in the morning cos he refuses to get out of bed

☾ i mean, it’s canon that minghao goes to junhui when he’s stressed so queue lots of comfort cuddles and jun whispering cute words of encouragement for him

☾ jun uses the nickname babe any chance he gets

☾ minghao has a non sexual praise kink that jun is more than willing to fulfill 

☾ junhui buys promise rings 

☾ junhui also forces minghao to sit on his lap, not that he’s complaining though

☾ they say i love you like 507 times a day (mostly done by jun)

☾ minghao is always secretly taking photos of jun (canon)

someone please teach junhui to not grab minghao’s ass all the time

bonus , junhao in a nutshell

minghao : ew i hate you

junhui : i love you too 😍

everyone else : what the fuck

just a thought

okay so hear me out. I love the idea that Jasper’s body was never found as much as the next guy- it signifies losing a closure, and David wanting to find his buddy and being convinced he is coming back but he’s DEAD and David can’t see that. BUT- another idea I love even more- that the t-shirt he wears around his neck is Jasper’s. Specifically, the one Jasper died in.

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This Is Love: Part Nine

Summary: Being Bucky’s PA wasn’t easy and you respond to his grumpy attitude with your own. The two of you have never gotten on, forced to stay working with him because your Uncle Tony insists you have a job. 

Word count: 1969

Warnings: swearing, hungover Bucky

A/N: only one part left now! Or maybe two I might do a prologue who knows?

Part One    Part Two    Part Three    Part Four    Part Five    Part Six         

Part Seven    Part Eight 

When you open your eyes the next morning you’re greeted by the sight of Bucky still sleeping soundly, a small smile tugging on his lips and his eyelashes brushing his still pink cheeks. You have your forehead and nose pressing lightly against his and wonder how you’re not heating up at the close contact. You have one leg draped across Bucky’s waist and the other intertwined with his legs, your arms wrapped around his torso and holding him tightly. He has his flesh arm tucked under your neck, effectively acting as a pillow and his metal arm is lightly resting on your hips. The skin on metal contact must be why you’re not fit to explode from the heat, you think, smiling to yourself at Bucky’s peaceful face and how good it feels to be in his arms. Your mind drifts back to the previous night, ignoring everything that had happened with Matt, that felt like a distant memory now, but thinking of Bucky. When he wakes up he’ll have an awful hangover so, wanting to help him as he did you when you woke up in his bed hungover, you try to escape his hold without waking him. You look around the room and wonder why it’s so bright so early and see the lights still on. You frown, sure that you’d switched them off last night and when your eyes adjust you see Nat, Steve and Sam stood at the foot of the bed. You groan internally as you take in each of their expressions, Nat smiling smugly, Sam grinning with obvious joy and Steve looking at the two of you fondly, like you were children.

‘Morning sunshine’ Nat whispers and you remove your head from Bucky’s arm to get a better look at her arrogant features. 'Ain’t you the cutest!’ she comments when you lift a hand from under the covers to stick your middle finger up at her. You gently lift the metal arm from your waist and place in on the mattress, looking back at Bucky before you get up, unable to resist brushing the hair out of his eyes and planting a kiss on his forehead, much to the delight of your three friends. Getting out of his bed as motionlessly as humanly possible you pad over to the other side of the room, grabbing one of his t-shirts and pulling it over your head to cover yourself up. You tell the others you’re going to the kitchen and leave, not without Nat tagging along, no doubt to quiz you on last night. 'Ok but seriously, best friend to best friend, did you fuck?’

'No Natasha we did not fuck’ you snap.

'Did you kiss?’


'Oh but you looked so cute sleeping together, look!’ she exclaims before showing you a picture on her phone of you and Bucky curled up together, your sleepy smiles a mirror of the other.

'So not only were you all creepy enough to stand and watch us sleep but you actually took pictures! We’re not some circus show Nat, Jesus!’

'Ok relax I’ve got much worse ones. Are you together now then?’ You sigh, knowing this would come.

'I don’t know. He was very drunk I don’t think he knew what he was saying’ you say looking at Nat who looks captivated by your every word.

'Do you want to be with him?’

'Yes, of course but-’


'But’ you continue from your interruption. 'But it’s up to him’.

'Oh trust me he definitely feels the same’ she talks at you for the entire way to the kitchen where you grab a glass of water but no painkillers, deciding they would be as effective for him as a pat on the back, and all the way back.

When you enter Bucky is awake, just, and groaning in pain, shoving Sam and Steve away as they try to see if he’s ok and insisting that he sees you. You stand in the doorway for a moment, your heart swelling with emotion and the three men look to you. You snap out of your trance and stride over to Bucky’s bedside where you kneel down.

'Hey there’ you say softly, smiling as he smiles. 'You ok?’ He winces as he shakes his head. 'That’s what you get Bucky, shouldn’t have took Thor’s things’ you joke as you’re still in the presence of others. 'I got you a glass of water’ you say, offering him the straw which he immediately takes in his mouth and drinks from greedily.

'Lucky you Buck’ Steve says. 'Not everyone gets their very own sexy nurse to help them recover from their wild parties’ he says jokingly. Bucky turns his head to look at Steve and you guess he’s glaring from Steve’s expression.

'Back the fuck off Steve. She’s mine’ he growls in a low voice and Steve puts his hands up defensively and turns to leave the room with the others. You eyes are fixed on his face as he turns around slowly to look at you again and you can’t help but smile. He smiles back and, with effort, reaches a hand up and cups your face. Then it hits you. He remembers last night. You breathe a sigh of relief, thanking the heavens you wouldn’t have to be the one to tell him he’d almost killed himself and hold the glass up for him again. That was a conversation for another time, when he was less hungover and freer to physically move.

Sat next to Bucky, who is propped up on all the pillows you could find, you are in silence as you both tuck into the large full English breakfast courtesy of the three intruders by way of apology for watching you sleeping. Occasionally you’d look up, your eyes would meet and you’d share a smile but mostly you just enjoyed the peaceful silence. The breakfast was huge and you barely finished it, clearing it in double the time it took Bucky to eat it even with his help. Afterwards you collect all the plates in a high stack and are about to head down to start a load on the dishwasher when Bucky puts a hand on yours. 'Wait’ he says and you instantly know what he’s about to say.

'Buck we don’t have to talk about it yet’ you say, really just for yourself as you don’t want to relive anything from before you and him got away from the balcony.

'I want to’ he says earnestly and you nod, telling him to continue. 'I want you to know that I have absolutely no intention of a remake of last night. I was angry and upset, thought it would be best to forget it and then it got too much too quickly and I’m so sorry you had to see me like that’. He looks at you and you smile, trying not to cry as you thought you probably would. 'It was a drunken mistake (Y/N) but you should know that I meant most of what I said. Not about wanting to jump I mean but the whole bit about how I never wanted to hurt you. And don’t think I’m forgetting that asshole Matt, I swear to god’ he says, evidently trying to lighten the mood.

'As long as you’re sure Bucky, you mean the world to me and I can’t lose you, not like that’ you whisper and his eyes fill with sorrow.

'I’m sorry’ he repeats. ’(Y/N) I’ll never do it again I promise’ he says, holding out his pinky. You link yours with his and lean forwards to kiss it at the same time, your noses brushing together. 'Now I’ve got you I’ll never let you go’.

'I would despair if you did’ you say, smiling playfully. You say nothing for a few seconds just smiling lovingly at each other. Your silence is soon shattered when Wanda runs in holding up her sketchbook, chewed up and dripping with saliva.

'Walk your damn dog’ she yells making you both erupt in laughter. 'That creature has got too much energy’ she says as Steel runs in, jumping on the bed and bouncing around.

'Do I have to walk him?’ you whine at Wanda who rolls her eyes and leaves, muttering something about how it’s your job. 'Urgh well I guess I gotta go’ you sigh, pushing yourself up from the mattress. Bucky grabs your hand just as you stand so you fall back onto the bed, straight into his arms. He looks into your eyes as if asking for your permission to do what you’ve been wanting to do for a while and you lick your lips before leaning in to shorten the gap between you. His hand moves once again to the side of your face and he closes the gap, your lips meeting for the third time. You felt this time it would be more memorable as you closed your eyes and hummed into the kiss. You feel a low rumble in Bucky’s chest and take advantage of his open mouth when he moans. Pushing your tongue in you fight for dominance and shove his chest lightly so he’s lying down on the bed, you move with him, your lips not leaving his for even a second as you straddle his waist and nestle your hands in his hair and his rest on your bum.

'Ok seriously do we need a repeat of truth or dare (Y/N)?’ Nat questions from the doorway and you moan and having been interrupted, burying your head into the crook of his neck to hide your embarrassment.

'I’ll walk the dog with you’ he whispers in your ear and your heart stutters. Was he really about to leave the compound, be seen in public for the first time since he got here and all to walk Steel with you?

'What about the hangover?’

'I’m a super soldier, I heal fast’ he whispers with a chuckle.

'Kay I’ll be back in about 20 minutes’ you say as you pull away, Nat still stood, hands on hips, in the doorway. You press a last kiss to his lips before hurrying out of the door. You expected Nat to follow but she doesn’t. She in fact goes into to Bucky’s room and you assume it was to give him the 'hurt my best friend and die’ speech. You slip into a t-shirt of your own and a pair of skinny jeans before pulling on your brown ankle boots and tying your hair up into a simple ponytail. You don’t bother with make up and leave without looking in the mirror, knowing that Bucky would think you looked beautiful in a trash bag. 

Walking through the park, one hand holding Bucky’s gloved metal hand, one holding Steel’s lead, you’d never felt more normal and yet never happier. You sigh contentedly and lean against his arm as you reach one of your favourite cafes purely because it was the only one you knew that let dogs in. At first Bucky had been very wary of seeing other people but within minutes, with you by his side, he felt as relaxed as he would have been at the compound, if not more so now that the rest of the team weren’t around to butt in or interrupt. He had you beside him now and that was all that mattered. He squeezes your hand lightly and when you look up at him he leans down and kisses you. He can’t get enough of this, of feeling normal, loved. It’s like something out of a movie as you kiss beneath the trees, hand in hand with Steel bounding around at your feet and the leaves falling around you like confetti. It’s nothing short of perfect. 

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Rating: Smut

Requested: Nah baby nah


Alright guys this is all about losing your virginity to your best friend Michael after having had such bad anxiety in past relationships.

***This story was plagiarised on Wattpad and who knows where else it could have been posted, but I just want to let you know that this story is in fact 100% mine. I posted this in early November.***

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Spencer reid x Reader - friendship


You bolted upright in bed. What the fuck was that?

You grabbed your phone seeing that it was 2:30am.

Crrrrreaaak…. Crrrrreaaak


What the hell was that noise? Oh god, a demon was coming to possess your body and eat your soul wasn’t it? This is how you were going to die.

You crept out of bed and to your bedroom door, pressing your ear to the wood.

Scrrraaatch…. Scrrraaatch…….

Yep. Definitely a demon.

What to do, what to do!?

Think Y/N, think. Rock salt…. You needed rock salt. You’d watched enough Supernatural to know that rock salt solved nearly all problems, although you were mainly perving on Cas and the Winchesters.

Salt was in the kitchen though. And did that even work on demons, or was it just ghosts?

One way to find out.

But how to get the salt?

Call Spencer. It was the only answer. He worked for FBI, maybe he’d had some dealings with those X Files he tried so hard to convince you didn’t exist. And being your best friend, he had a key to your apartment.

He could save you….. Or at least if you did get possessed, he was that smart he’d be bound to know how to reverse it.

You climbed back onto your bed, making sure you took a big step so that nothing could grab you from underneath it. Making sure you were sitting directly in the middle, you dialed your friend.

He answered in the third ring, sounding groggy.

“Y/N it’s nearly three in the morning….. ” His voice was rough with sleep.

“I wouldn’t call unless it was an emergency. I need you to come over. Now! And I need you to bring rock salt, holy water, and a copy of the Rituale Romanum wouldn’t hurt either.”

“What the hell on you on Y/N?” Spencer was definitely awake now.

“There’s a demon in my apartment and it’s going to possess me. Does the FBI have a priest on its books?”

“Does this have anything to do with the fact that you made me sit through all of the Paranormal Activity movies this evening?” You could hear the amusement in his voice.

“NO! I heard a bang and I can hear it scratching at my door…. It’s coming to kill me Spencer. Do you want it to? Do you want your best friend to end up dead? Or worse, possessed and trying to kill you?”

“I’ll be over in five….. Try to stay unpossessed until then, okay,” he sighed, knowing that you wouldn’t shut up until he came over.

“I’ll try, I sense it’s strong though. I’m not sure I can hold it off. It sounds like it’s trying to get into the bedroom. Bring the salt. And hurry!!”

“Salt, right…. Okay.” He released the call, and you sat hugging your knees.

It definitely didn’t have anything to do with the movies… Nothing at all.

As if YOU’D let a couple of horror movies scare you. I mean, sure… You’d squealed a few times, and alright… You may have averted your eyes during certain scenes. But films didn’t scare you.

Scraaaatch…… Scraaaatch.


Spencer lived two floors up from you, you’d met him on moving in day having spilled a box of dvds right at his feet. Seeing your Doctor Who boxset he’d grinned and you two had become fast friends. He was your most favorite person in the world now, although it sucked that his job took him away a lot.

He’d protect you, he had a gun after all. Although, what good a gun would be against an evil entity, you didn’t know.

You heard your apartment door unlocking a few minutes later.

YASS! Cavalry was here. Hopefully the demon wouldn’t kill Spencer first…. If he’d bought the salt and the holy water though like you’d told him, he’d be good.

“Y/N??” he called out and you heard him flicking your lights on.

“Bedroom! Can you see it…. Has it left foot prints like in the movie….? Have you chucked the holy water at it?”

He was laughing and you could hear him talking quietly.

“Y/N, I don’t think it would appreciate having water chucked on it. Come out of your bedroom. Now please.”

Was he mental?

“Not until you’ve made the demon go away. Don’t you need to exorcise it, I can’t you reading out loud. Aren’t you meant to be reading Latin?”

“I’ve got the demon under control, I promise. Now come out.”

Hmmmm. Okay.

You hopped off your bed, again jumping so that nothing could grab you… Maybe it had snuck in somehow.

You pulled open your bedroom door to see your best friend stood in his pajama pants and an old Star Wars t-shirt, his hair all over the place.

In his arms, was Sergio.

The cat you were looking after for three weeks for his colleague Emily, whilst she was out of town.

The cat you’d completely forgotten was staying with you.


“Do you think this could be your demon? His scratching post is right by your bedroom door.” He was stroking the kitty, scratching him right between his ears. Sergio was purring contently.

“Erm…… ”

“Ready to admit that the films bothered you more than you let on…. I could see you hiding behind the cushion at some parts.”


“Go back to bed Y/N. There’s no demon. It’s just Sergio. Breakfast tomorrow is on you now, okay.”

“Erm… Okay. Sorry. Stupid cat, scaring me.”

You felt silly. And foolish. You turned to go back into your bedroom, stopping before you walked through the doors.

“Spence…. Now that you’re here. Maybe it did freak me out. Just a teeny tiny bit.”

“You want me to stay don’t you? Is it going to be like this everytime you watch a scary movie.” He didn’t sound annoyed luckily, just amused.

“Yes….. And no, it won’t. I promise.”

“Fine…. I’ll stay. And you said that after we watched The Strangers. Do you still sleep with that hammer under your pillow?”

“No……” You’d moved it to your beside drawer when he’d found it. It was just in case!

You led the way back to your room and climbed into bed, Spencer locking up and flicking off lights as he went before joining you.

Lifting up the pillow before he settled down, you laughed at him.

“See, no hammer,” you told him.

“It’s probably in your drawer. I know you too well.”

He really did.

You scooted down under the covers, rolling on to you side.

“Spoon me please,” you demanded.

“Again…..” he sighed, although you knew he didn’t mind really. He’d told you before that he was a sucker for bedtime cuddles.

He rolled onto his side and draped his arm around you, he knees bending into the space behind yours.

“Have you cancelled the priest?” you asked him suddenly.

“Go to sleep Y/N.”

Being best friends with Seungkwan would include:
  • Taking really cute pictures together
  • Taking really ugly pictures together
  • Having the most memest phone case of him that you could have custom made for your phone
  • Being super clingy with one another when you come over because you can’t see each other every day
  • People thinking you have a thing with one another but it isn’t true
  • Him trying to set you up with one of the boys
  • Saying that you guys love each other 
  • Having best friend t-shirts 
  • Bringing each other foods