but these were just beyond adorable

As the TV Played.

Peter Parker X Reader

Summary: Peter can’t ever pay attention if you’re around.

Warnings: Probably a cuss word, knowing me. And some cute fluff

Originally posted by sincerelysaraahh

Star Wars episode II played in the background as you commented on the effects of it all, putting in your opinion on everything you possibly could. Though Peter wasn’t really listening. No, he was paying attention to how your lips moved when you said vowels, or how your face scrunched up whenever something violent showed on the screen. He saw how the light shone on your face, perfectly highlighting the best parts of your face. Your hair was pulled back messily, strands sticking out that he wanted to tuck behind your ears. Besides that, it framed you gorgeously, and he wondered why you didn’t do it more often.

He loved you. Yes, he loved his best friend. He loved every single upside and downside to you. He loved how passionate you got about the weirdest of things. And the way you smiled when you really meant it.

He lived for the times where you would visit him in the middle of the night, far past when everyone should be sleeping, and turn on the radio to some 80s channel, and ask. Ask him about literally anything. And when he wasn’t there, he would find you sitting on the floor next to his bed, sound asleep hours later.

He couldn’t help but fiddle with your hair whenever you sat close enough to him. It was so just soft, and he didn’t understand how it could get that soft. It smelled like rain and happiness. Which described you as best as humanly possible.

And the way you treated him. After everything, you always had his back. You knew right away when he was having a problem, and fixed it just by being yourself. You knew when to hug him, or have a movie night, or simply offer advice. You were there 24/7, supportive as always. And when he needed it most.

He appreciated the slim but amazing times you walked three miles to go to the best diner In town, laughing together until four hours before school. Spending too much money on the almost broken jukebox in the corner.

And god, he loved the way you looked at him with pure amazement, followed by, “I can’t believe you.”

He was mesmerized. Enchanted by your simple existence. He fell hard. And he was reminded of just how hard he’d fallen every time he looked at you.

He couldn’t fully understand why it was that you were friends with him. He thought that you were a thing that couldn’t possibly improve. Even your imperfections were beautiful. He didn’t know why you laughed at his jokes, because you were so much funnier. You were smart beyond your years, another thing he adored about you. Peter was craving to know: why him?

But he would never ask, in fear of losing you. If he lost you.. god. His world would crash right in front of him. Never had he put so much emotion into one person. He had never cared so much, or let anyone see him - every single side of him. You knew so much more than anyone else, and if it was suddenly gone? He couldn’t fathom.

“Pete? You okay?” you asked, snapping him out of his trance

“Yeah, yeah. Just…. admiring you.”

“Well, uh.. thank you.” You blushed, he could tell - a look he could get used to in the future.

anonymous asked:

so...a Victuuri version of that Adam Scott, Mark Hamill clip needs to happen y/y?

“38.7 million views in 24 hours. Do you know what that means? You beat Adele. You beat the Avengers. You beat that Psy video where he wears harem pants and pushes people off treadmills. You are in a very exclusive club, my friend.”

The audience laughs, and Yuuri should laugh too, but Kerry Washington’s skin is perfect and he can’t stop staring. And her teeth are so white that they don’t even look like teeth. It’s like when he was writing his thesis and spent so much time staring at the opening sentence of the discussion section that he had to check four times to make sure he spelled “the” right. There’s a name for that sort of brain malfunction, but hell if he knows what it is. 

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BTS - Reaction to You Resting Your Head on Their Chest When You Think They Are Asleep

As Requested. :)


It was already past midnight when you realized that you forgot a key to your apartment. Your roommate was most likely asleep so you asked Jin if you could stay there for the night. Since this was a normal occurrence he happily agreed and went to grab a shirt and sweats for you to change into for the night. He giggled as you walked out of the bathroom with the pants rolled up about three times so they were short enough for you to not trip in them. You plopped down on the bed next to him, casually moving closer so your sides would be touching. He turned off the lamp and told you to go to sleep. “You still have class tomorrow, I can’t let you go sleepless.” You yawned as you closed your eyes to make him happy. You tried to fall asleep for around twenty minutes when you opened your eyes again. You stared up at the ceiling as you listened to the sound of Jin’s breathing. It was slow enough that you believed he was asleep. You looked over, the moonlight illuminating his peaceful features. The sight made your heart skip a beat, this had been happening more often as you continued to fall for your best friend. Without thinking you placed your head on his chest. The sound of his heartbeat now filling your ears. Suddenly his chest began moving up and down as he giggled softly. “You aren’t as sneaky as you think you are.” You jumped up, surprised that he was awake. “Don’t be like that, it was nice. Come back.” He held out his arms and wrapped them around you when you returned to your earlier position.


He could tell you were too tired to drive home. So, he offered for you to stay the night. Another sleepover like the many you have had before. You both laid there talking for a bit until he closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep so you would try to sleep too. However, in your almost too tired to think straight phase, you wondered what it would be like to lay on his chest and hear his heart beat. You had imagined doing it so many times, since you realized you had developed romantic feelings towards your best friend. “Yoongs?” No response. So there you went, fulfilling your imagination. His chest was comforting in a way, and his heart beat sounded like home. Making you relax immediately. Then you felt his hand on your head, stroking your hair. You looked up to see him smiling down at you. “We should do this more often.” You giggled as his other arm moved to wrap around your waist, holding you close to him.


He would usually be the one to invite you to stay the night. Not wanting you to leave because it was already so late. “Y/N,” he said pulling you into a hug, “please stay over at the dorms. I don’t want you trying to find a ride back home.” His sweet voice always got you to agree. You nodded and pulled away with a smile, “Can I borrow some PJs?” He giggled and ran to his dresser, getting some things that he thought would fit you well. You changed and then joined him on the bed. He never hid how happy he was when he got you to agree to a sleepover. Moving closer to his side, you started some random conversation about how you wanted to see Mickey sometime soon. He agreed, saying he would take you next time he visits home. Eventually he turned off the light, “Time to go to sleep.” You quietly agreed and closed your eyes. Twenty minutes later, you rolled over to face him, his form looking relaxed, chest slowly rising and falling. This sight always made your heart skip a beat. Seeing the boy you loved getting the rest he deserved so much. You moved to rest your head on his chest, even if it was only for a little bit. His heart beat steady and comforting against your ear. “Comfortable?” His voice surprised you, causing you to sit upright. “Sorry, I must have moved in my sleep.” You tried to cover up your intentions. But he sat up and wrapped his arms around you, bringing you back to his chest. “Don’t lie, you meant to do that. I am glad you did. It feels…right.” You smiled as you hummed in agreement.


After a late night keeping him company at the studio, he made you stay over so he made sure you were safe. Of course you were safe, being with Namjoon made you feel invincible. You never intended to fall for your best friend, but some things can’t be controlled. Hell, you stayed over so often that he kept an extra toothbrush around. As you walked out of the bathroom and plopped onto the bed, you were enveloped by the fabric of the clothes he gave you to sleep in. “Sorry I don’t have anything smaller, I’m sure the others wouldn’t mind if you asked to borrow something of theirs.” You shook your head, pulling the covers over you, “These are just fine.” Honestly, you just liked the fact that they smelled like Joon. He smirked, “All right, but you look like you are swimming in them.” You both laughed as he turned off the lamp and climbed under the covers with you. The darkness was filled with whispers. He would always go on a philosophical tangent late at night. But you didn’t mind, you could listen to him forever. Some time later, he suggested it was time to get some rest. After believing he was out cold you rolled over and poked his arm. There wasn’t a reaction so you moved your head to his chest. He was the best pillow you could ask for, and his heart beat always calmed you down. Then you noticed that the rhythm seemed to quicken. You looked up, meeting Namjoon’s eyes. Full of adoration and a bit of surprise. You didn’t move, unsure how to act. But then he wrapped you in his embrace and kissed your head. “Maybe we could make this a permanent thing,” the hopefulness in his voice evident. “I’d like that.”


Jimin was always up for you staying the night. Sleepovers with you two involved laughter and talking until one of you fell asleep. His clothes fit you perfectly, so he would just grab stuff without worrying about the size and give them to you. A lot of the time you would accidentally wear his clothes out of the dorm anyways, leading him to ask about it weeks later when he realized he didn’t have something. You just wanted a piece of Jimin with you when he couldn’t be there himself. Especially when they go off on tour. After changing you jumped onto the bed, taking up your usual side. He was already laying down, messing with his phone. “I think Taehyung gets jealous when you sleep over. He just messaged about wanting a girl to cuddle with him at night.” You hid your blush, “We don’t really cuddle.” Jimin stayed silent and smiled at his phone before placing it upside down on his night stand. The usual random conversation continued for about thirty minutes until Jimin stopped responding. The whole cuddling comment made you curious. Jimin was asleep, so you assumed no harm could be done in trying. His chest was warm, his heart beat steady and strong. “I thought we didn’t cuddle?” His soft voice filled your ears. Before you could roll away he hugged you, keeping you next to him. “We should though.”


You had a long day. But you still wanted to spend some time with your best friend. To keep the visit longer, he suggested you stay the night. Nothing out of the ordinary for you two. He would be a ball of energy, constantly asking you whatever came to his mind. Also he would try to stay awake as long as you were awake, not wanting to leave you alone at night. But he also wanted you to sleep after knowing that you needed some rest after today. So he quieted down hoping you would close your eyes and drift off soon. After you thought he was asleep, you ended up trying something you had always wanted to do. Ever since you had realized you were in love with Tae, you wanted to lay on his chest and listen to his heart. So that is exactly what you did. It didn’t take him too long to react with a giggle. You jumped up and rolled away, “I’m sorry, that was weird right?” But he turned you back around to face him, “It wasn’t weird at all, now get back over here!” He pulled you back onto his chest, rubbing your back as you closed your eyes and smiled.


“Stay over, please?” Jungkook wanted to make sure you were okay since you had been sort of out of it today. He brought you to the dorms to eat dinner and hang around in the living room with the boys since they had the night off. You agreed to spend the night, it wouldn’t be the first time. Besides, laying next to Jungkook could be the best medicine for you. He gave you some of his sweats and a shirt and tucked you in when you were changed. You found it all super adorable, but you wanted him to stop worrying too. “Just go to sleep Kook, I am fine.” He laid down and turned the lights off. You tried to fall asleep, but were having a hard time. His breathing had slowed to the point where you believed he was sleeping. Trying to get more comfortable you moved so your head was on his chest. His heart beat seemed to help make you more tired. Suddenly his arm came up and wrapped around you, “Does this make you feel better? Cause it makes me happy.”


Supercorp One Shots

Let me take you homelenaluthortho

  • Lena drinks after a long week and on an empty stomach. (Lena gets drunk & Kara is there to help.)

If the Suit Fitslittlebrother

  • AU where Lena and Kara were best friends before Kara came out as Supergirl, and Lena designs her suit. Lena thirsts over Kara’s fine ass which turns into feelings and it’s really sweet guys

One And The Same -  acoolusername

  • Lena Luthor has two crushes: Supergirl and Kara Danvers. This is the story of how she discovers they are one and the same.

Lip Bites & Long Gazessten06

  • A tumblr request that was too good to pass up: Lena just keeps teasing Kara every time they see each other, being over the top with the flirting, and Kara gets beyond flustered. Finally, Kara confronts her in her office and our adorable idiots make out. 

danishes and other sweet treatsunicyclehippo

  • kara and Lena go to the same conference in Central City. When Lena finds out that Kara hasn’t booked a hotel room, she offers her own.

Bow Ties and BasketsThatsSoRavenclaw

  • Kara accompanies Lena to a conference and tries to keep her feelings a secret.

Grazing Among the Liliesgveret

  • Occasionally, from time to time, Lena’s projects get just a little bit out of hand. (In which Kara proposes and it doesn’t go… quite as she expected.)

Mother Knows BestCapricious_Wind

  • The AU in which Lillian Luthor is not an evil, xenophobic failure of a mother and her daughter is still a useless lesbian. Or the AU in which Lillian ships Karlena but is not on board with Supercorp.

cops, robbers & incredibly bad decisionsC_AND_B

  • Kara’s been trying to catch a masked criminal for months, and Lena, well Lena is just trying to steal from the rich and give to the poor (or something along those lines).

You’re on my mindspacemanearthgirl

  • Kara’s eyes flash down, following Lena’s gaze, and when she sees what Lena’s looking at, she takes a stumbling step backwards, hands flying up to cover her chest because, oh Rao, she’s not wearing a shirt. Or Kara opens the door without a shirt on.

Of flowers and fortune Rykeral

  • The Media catch Supergirl giving Lena Luthor flowers and decide the two are dating. It’s all a big misunderstanding. After all, a Luthor and a Super?

In Plain Sight -  MsSirEy, sten06

  • What happens when Supergirl inadvertently blurts out her real name when first meeting the sister of Earth’s most notorious alien hater? Fluff, friendship and deeper feelings, of course.
Half Naked

Fandom: Heroes of Olympus

Pairing: Leo Valdez x Reader

Warning: N/A

Request: requested by @theheroesofmyheart; Could you write me a Leo Valdez x reader pool party fic? Make them all embarrassed about each other in their bathing suits:)

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Merle’s Fears

a/n: I don’t know if this is a headcanon observation or a drabble or a narrative but whatever, its MERLE
w/c: ~900

Merle has only been truly scared, twice.

The last time he felt true fear was the night he packed up and left his wife and kids. He remembered the cold, panicked feeling that started to build in his chest. He remembered the cold sweat the tripped down his white hair line down his temples, the back of his neck, arms, and knees. He remembered having to creep, constantly looking back in fear that his wife would wake up and start something or worse…

Mookie and Mavis, he was leaving them behind to follow this gut wrenching pull. He had no words for it. No words to describe it. It had been a pull building for the past…Pan-knows how long. All he knew was in those stories he uses to read his children to sleep. The ones about adventures, daring quests and rescues he saw himself there. He often found himself hung up on a few words or scenes, a feeling of absolute familiarity but all the while nothing at the same time.

He loved his kids, god did he love them. They were the adventure of a life time for a long time, but every so often when his kids would walk about what they wanted to do when they got older. Their plans for life, Merle found himself staring out at the shore of his beach bungalow home and wondering, was this it?

Was the great Highchurch adventure going to be him riding out his life here on the beach? His wife didn’t seem to care what Merle thought or did as long as he came home and was present for the children. Merle never did have a chance to question wither marriage and kids was all his life was going to be. All his children were going to know of him. There had to be more.

There was more.

The longer he thought, he waited, he started to blindly miss things he didn’t know he did. Like the feeling of high winds whipping through his hair or the shine of countless stars dancing across an opaque sky. He missed the way it felt to be around a table with a crowd of people, he missed mushrooms and the company of folks he had no faces or memories about but knew he missed people of some sort.

He missed card games over the ocean, wine stained mustaches and the illusion of danger. He missed the uncertainty he never had to his knowledge. He missed it so bad it was all he thought about, all he could think about was this anchor like pull in his chest. Desire dangling in his ribs but leaving his kids to follow a pull?

Was it Pan? Was Pan trying to tell him he had to leave?

Merle could lie. He could have told his family Pan told him to leave or that he was only leaving to make some money. He could tell them the lie that it wasn’t anything other than business.

Merle could be honest. Could he confess the unexplainable. A feeling so deeply rooted in him it was eating away at him? That Merle Highchurch, father and husband and the man who constantly miss placed his glasses at any given moment was going to be an adventurer so late in his age?

His children wouldn’t understand, like his wife, they would see him as a fool. Leaving with no real plan in mind, going out there to do what? Risk life and limb for what? He gave himself one last glance at his children. What he was leaving behind, what he was risking. Would they ever love him again? The pangs of fear unfolded with each second he contemplated what ifs and all the outcomes under the sun.

Merle ran, with fear gripping at his stomach. With a tightness in his old lungs he felt like he was going to drop dead within the first mile of his journey. Somehow, by some means he found Craig’s list on a tavern door.

The second time Merle felt terror since leaving his children was finding new, older boys to love like sons. They were both his equal but ravenous for adventure, reckless like boys that needed Merle’s guidance or compliance to their schemes.

He loved them and would happily call himself a father of four.

So the moment Magnus was no longer himself, he felt the first pang of worry. The moment Taako stepped forward then collapsed before his eyes, he felt his world start to split. The cold face of fear drew its eyes towards Merle. The people who he was meant to heal and protect, the human he adored and the elf he had just saved moments ago were gone.

He had let his second children down. With a clammy hand he stared at Lydia and “Magnus” for a long moment, he felt his heart shrink as if it was going to pop into itself as he reached shakily for his holy item, his X-treme Teen Bible.

“I cast Planer Ally” He held his book to his chest and rose his soul wood hand to the sky. He stared at the two liches with a knowing that was beyond him. An unspoken truth, his boys were in trouble somewhere. He didn’t stop and think of where or what Pan was doing in all of this. Not once did he pause, because within the fear he knew what he had to do.

He was bringing his boys back.

He was going to bring them back.

“I’ll pull them back into this plane!”


(Requested by Anon)

Paul was in absolute shock when he imprinted on you of all people. Not that there was anything wrong with you, it was just that you were complete opposite. Imprinting was supposed to bring the wolf close to his soul match. You… were not what he expected.

He had a filthy mouth and a roaring temper, but you were shy and flushed if someone even hinted at sex. The pack would find ways to make jabs at him, saying things like ‘maybe she’ll show you some patience’ or 'I’m waiting for her to threaten you with a bar of soap for that potty mouth.’ It was frustrating beyond belief, but being with you was actually really nice.  He hated having to control himself, but he adored you so he dealt with it.

“FUCKING SHIT!” You swore as the last Pokémon on your team died. This was your third time attempting to beat the elite four and you had JUST made it to the champion. You shut your DS and threw it to the other end of the couch, crossing your arms and letting out an angry huff.

You looked up to see everyone in the room staring straight at you, jaws practically touching the floor. “Did she just-” “Yeah dude.” You flushed as you realized that this was the first time any of them had heard you swear. “What the fuck Y/N?” You looked to your boyfriend, who looked the most appalled of them all. “Um…. sorry?” You offered sheepishly.

He shook his head and a grin spread across his face. “Don’t be. God I love you.”

A slow day

Pairing: Thor x reader

Request: @ur-a-queer-ollie​ could you do an imagine that’s kinda just pure fluff where the reader and thor have just a chill day and cuddle and shit

warnings: none

The best things about saturdays were that you and Thor could just be alone - just the two of you, no one else. You hadn’t seen your Asgardian boyfriend for a few weeks actually as he had to sort things out back on Asgard but he promised he would come home soon, which he did.

Thor had come back quite late, so he was still fast asleep when you woke up. You couldn’t stop yourself from admiring your boyfriend, he was beyond handsome and adorable and you just loved him with all your heart.

He had his arm draped over your back, as you had slept on your front, and slept peacefully, his mouth open ajar, letting out small breaths; you smiled, turning around to look at him better, his arm still draped over you waist.

Gingerly lifting your hand, you placed it on his cheek and stroked it softly with the pad of your thumb, his beard tickling your hand a little bit. Thor’s lips curved into a small smile as he felt you stroke his cheek, he always loved when you did that, it just settled him down.

“Good morning” he mumbled, his voice husk with sleep and his eyes still closed.

“Mornin’” you smiled, leaning forward and placing a gentle kiss on his lips, which he returned.  

Thor chuckled softly as you moved yourself loser to him, hiding your face in the crook of his shoulder; he wrapped his arms tightly around you, pulling you as close to his body as he could before pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your head.

“Do you have any plans for today, my love?” Thor asked, leaning his head on yours.

“No, but I would really like to just stay here all day” you said, your voice coming out muffled due to hiding in Thor’s shoulder.

“We can do that” Thor replied with a smile on his lips, softly stroking your hair with his hand.

“Thor?” you said and Thor hummed gently in response, “I love you”

“I love you too, my dear” Thor said back softly, his smile getting bigger.

And that’s how the two of you spent most of the day, just holding each other and sleeping - you both deserved it from the stressful weeks you had been having.

BTS Reaction To: You Wanting To Be Tickled.

-Request: I’m sorry if someone requested this before! But a BTS reaction to you asking them to tickle you?? Plsss my friend will love it!! I like your blog so muchhh-

Thanks for requesting!


Jin used tickling against you after you asked. If you was stubborn towards him on something, he tickled you so you would end up giving in to him.

“If you say sorry, I’ll stop.”

Originally posted by bwiseoks


Yoongi would be confused. He didn’t really understand why you wanted to be tickled, and would refuse, to your disappointment.

However, it was only a couple of weeks later when you both were laying next to each other on the sofa, watching a movie, when Yoongi decided to tickle you. You erupted into fits of giggles, and Yoongi gave you his gummy smile.

“Stop! Stop!” You pleaded, laughing.

“You asked for this.” He simply replied, continuing to tickle you.

Originally posted by iweedugirl


Namjoon loved tickling you. In fact, it became a battle between you two when he did. Namjoon would pin you to the floor, tickling you, and you would try fight your way out of his trap, squealing with laughter.

“You’re not getting away that easily.”

Originally posted by chimcheroo


Hoseok tickled you when you were sad, just to try lighten the mood a little, and so he could see a smile appear on your face again. It worked all the time, and hearing your laugh just made Hoseok grin.

“Your laugh is so cute.”

Originally posted by jkookisdaddy


Taehyung liked tickling you, especially when you would sit on his lap, and he’d just tickle you at your sides, and you’d squeal, moving around.

But it backfired almost all of the time as when you’d move around on his lap, it caused his length to harden.

All he wanted to do was tickle you - something so innocent, but yet, he had to get a boner.

“You may want to get off my lap now.”

Originally posted by dazzlingkai


“You want to be tickled?”

Jimin found your request funny as he thought people hated being tickled, but he didn’t mind doing it. It was adorable to him that you were so ticklish. He’d laugh with you as he tickled you, your laugh just bringing joy to him.

Originally posted by hoseokb


You both tickled each other to the point where it became an actual war. If he tickled you, you would tickle back, and vice versa. Whoever would crack and stop tickling back because they were in too much laughter would be the loser.

“You’re not winning this time, (Y/n).”

Originally posted by jeonify

This is the softest thing I have written on this blog so far :’)

Lady In Red

Jason x female!reader

This is kind of like a masquerade type thing…I’m literally typing this in English class right now. I’m supposed to be taking notes. 😭

As I was writing this, i never realized how much i wrote until the end.

Idk what to feel about this one shot though. I’m  just writing anything that pops in my head.

Also, tbvh it was hard to write Jason’s pov like, how do you other writers do it? 

Anyway, on with the story 😬.  


You were binge watching your favorite tv show in the middle of the day when you heard a knock on the door.

You’re not friends with that many people so it’s very strange that someone was visiting you at this hour on a Saturday afternoon.

Hitting pause on the remote, you stood up off the couch and made your way towards your door.

“Who is it?” You called out before checking the peep hole.

Hesitantly, you opened the door, “Uh, why’d you come all the way up here?” You asked, looking at the mailman up and down.

The mailman smiled politely, “I was advised to give this to you personally,” He turned to reach inside his bag full of packages and mail and took out a black slick envelope, “For you, miss.”

You took the envelope letting out a small thank you.

After the mailman left, you closed the door, looking down at the envelope. In beautiful white calligraphy, your name was written on the back.

You opened it without hesitation.

You never felt so shocked in your entire life,

Dear (Y/N),
This invitation is to inform you that you are invited to the Annual Masquerade Ball at the Wayne Manor this coming up Friday night at 9:30pm. This invitation was sent to all the citizens of Gotham, we do hope you can attend this beautiful night. Please be sure to wear appropriate clothing. The theme will be black and white.

Yours truly,
The Wayne Family

It took a few seconds for you to comprehend what you just read. You re-read the invitation over and over again just to make sure it’s real. Before you knew it, you were screaming with joy. 


The invitation said that the theme is black and white, but you wanted to break that rule. The gown you bought was the most beautiful blood red dress you have ever seen. Not only did it compliment your curves, it was also elegant with a bit of sexy. You also bought black heels, because of course black goes with everything, and a black mask with elegant twirls.

It was now the night of the ball and you were walking up the stairs towards the entrance of the Wayne Manor. The door was open, and a butler was standing near one of the double doors. He was checking invites with a strange flashlight.

He checked all of the invites of those who were in front of you, now it was your turn.

You put on your mask, and walked up towards the butler.

The butler has a British accent, “Good evening, miss. Hope you have a wonderful night,” He says with a warm smile as he waved the light on the invitation. You saw a familiar symbol when he did that but couldn’t really make out what it really was. Your best guess was that there was something written there, but in invisible ink, “If you need anything, just call for Alfred, that would be me.” He finished and smiled again before handing your invitation back.

You smiled at the adorable old man, letting out a thank you. He didn’t notice the fact that you were breaking the dress code because of the long black trench coat you wore above your dress.

Without anyone looking, you took off the trench coat as you walked in.

As you walked in the manor, you had to open another set of double doors. 

The ballroom was beyond spectacular. Music was playing, people were either gossiping or just chatting, but as you walked through the doors everyone literally stopped what they were doing and turned to you. 

The attention was nerve wracking, you were the only one wearing a different color. Women were wearing either white or black and so were the men.

You mentally shook off your nervous thoughts and walked around looking for a certain table that has a card with your name on it. 

“Who is she?”

“Why is she wearing red?”

“Attention seeker probably.” Someone snickered. You turned your head as you reached your table, glowering at the girl who said that about you. You felt a sense of victory after she pathetically cowered away.

You turned back and sat down at your table, letting out a short sigh. 


“Oh come on, I can beat you in an arm wrestling match any day, bet.” I said to the little demon a little over dramatically.

Damian never stopped talking about this new “game” he learned in school yesterday and wanted to start an arm wrestling match with literally everyone in the house.

Except Alfred, he knows he shouldn’t mess with Alfred.

“Is that so, Todd. Well, if you would like to lose this bet then-” His gaze was drawn to somewhere else. His jaw dropped, which was really shocking, he never did this before since he’s always scowling.

Except when he’s asleep, I hate to admit it but he looks fucking adorable when he sleeps, “What are you looking at?” I asked as I turned my head towards the entrance.

It was like something from a book. She caught everyones attention by just opening the double doors. My mind turned blank when I saw her. After the Lazerous Pit, my mind was fucking messed up. That pounding you hear after listening to very loud music, imagine just hearing that every second. She just made everything quiet. All this anxiety just…disappeared. 

Ever since the Lazerous Pit, I couldn’t stop thinking about that damn clown, I’ve always felt empty and cold inside. But this girls just made me feel like fireworks have erupted in me.

I finally felt peace.

“She’s mine.” 

“She’s mine.”

I looked down, glaring at Damian, “Excuse me, sit the fuck down you’re like 4.” 

He closed is eyes, folding his arms across his chest stubbornly, “For your information Todd, when I was 4 I climbed-”

“Yeah yeah I know whatever.” I interrupted him by pushing him towards our table. 

Damian started yelling at me in Arabic but before he could even stab me, I made my way towards the girl. She was sitting at the table on the other side of the room.

I strode over, making sure my cologne was still making me smell like a million bucks.

I was only a few feet away when I finally got a real good look of her, her (h/c) hair wasn’t up in any style, it was loose.


And that dress really, really suits her. 

She seems like she was in her own little world when I arrived at her table, not noticing I was even there.

When I spoke up, “Hey, I’m Jason.” Her attention was finally on me.

Her smile took my breath away. Right at this moment, I knew that this would be the start of something amazing.

Everything You Ask For

Pairing: Philip Hamilton x reader
Word Count: 2,177ish
T/W: Smut! 
A/N: For Anon’s request: “Philip x reader imagine where they go to a ball together and Philip becomes incredibly annoyed/jealous because a bunch of different guys come up to the reader and ask her for a dance, and while the reader thinks it’s adorable how jealous/protective Philip is of her, he can’t tolerate the looks and requests the guys are giving so he takes the reader back to his house and stuff happens (if ya know what I mean😉😉😂)” 
I gotchu ;) (Set in Hamiltime!) Philip biting you in public?

You were beyond excited that you were actually going to a ball! And best of all with your boyfriend Philip, who treated you just like a princess. About three weeks before the ball Philip’s “Uncle” Hercules made you a dress, and on the day of the ball it was perfect! You had picked out a gorgeous colour, the top rested just under your collarbones, revealing your shoulders. The bottom poofed out magnificently, but not obnoxiously. You really felt like an absolute princess!

“You ready, Philip?” you called from behind a closed door.

“Ready!” he responded from outside.

You stepped out of the room, attempting to hide a smile as Philip’s jaw dropped a little and he raised his eyebrows. Walking closer to you, he took your hands and gave you a twirl. Once you were facing him again, he brought you into his arms. 

“You look beautiful,” Philip whispered, leaning his forehead down against yours.

You giggled a little as Philip kissed your cheek. For a moment you almost forgot you were at the Hamilton’s house, until you heard someone clear their throat. Both you and Philip turned to face the direction of the sound, only to see Alexander, Philip’s father, standing there. You felt a blush rise to your cheeks as you stepped away from Philip, pushing your hair behind your ear nervously.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell Mom,” Alexander held his hand out to you, “she’d insist the two of you get married this very moment.” 

You took his hand and he, just like his son, gave you a twirl.

“You look wonderful, I see Herc didn’t fail you.” As you nodded in agreement he walked over to Philip, “Now, your mother and I are going to the Washington’s for the night, since it’s a fair distance, we’ll be staying with them. Overnight. Eliza wanted me to tell you that y/n is welcome to stay at our house tonight given the winter conditions outside. We’ll be leaving shortly after you.”

Philip respectfully nodded. 

“Alright, you’d better get going or you’ll be late.” Alexander said before bidding you a goodnight and heading back downstairs. 

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anonymous asked:

um i don't know maybe a modern day newt thing where he's reader's college roommate or in the same classes as her & he obviously fancies her and everybody can tell but her? hope that didn't suck too much

Didn’t suck at all lol and sorry for the wait! Hope you like it ❤️

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Imagine: Being Newt’s college roommate. (Modern day AU)

“Queenie, I knowwww. Geez. Yes…okay, yes. No, I don’t care if you think Dr. Graves is a hot professor, you can’t go flirting with him.”

Newt smiled in amusement, still looking down at his biology textbook as he listened in on your’s and Queenie’s phone call. He knew many women flocked to the psychology courses simply for Dr. Graves, but he’d like to think you didn’t quite see it that way. Call him jealous, but he’d like to think you had better standards than some older man who rocked a cool haircut.

“Okay, I’ll meet you guys later. Of course Newt is coming…”

Newt glanced up momentarily at the sound of his name, and he raised an eyebrow at you. Your smile was a naughty one, and he can only venture a guess it wasn’t going to be something he liked.

“Mmk, I’ll see you later then. Tell Jacob I said hi.”

You tapped the end call button, tossing your cell on your small dorm mattress, and plopping yourself down on Newt’s bed. He twirled around in his chair, book laying on his lap as he glared at you.

“What exactly am I doing?”

“Before you say no, keep in mind you owe me for the last time.”

“What last time?”

You sighed at the zoology student, elbow resting on his desk as you waved your hand about. “You dragged me to some weird exhibit that had animal carcasses everywhere.”

Newt closed the textbook, placing it back in his bag as he chuckled. “I can assure you, that was far more than an exhibit of dead animals. Each one was an experiment on how the environment and other predatory creatures-”

“Yeah yeah, word of advice next time take me out to dinner as a date not a museum of death.”

Newt almost laughed at your playful words, except one part in particular made him freeze. He looked up at you, a small blush forming on his freckled cheeks. “A…date?”

Newt’s crush on you was no secret to anyone, although apparently he thought he hid it well. But, a man can only stare at you so much before it became obvious. However, you liked the reserved student just as much. Being honest with yourself, you never thought someone like him would be your type. He was handsome, no doubt, but judging by your dating rap sheet, party boys seemed more your area. And yet, the first time you met Newt he was just different. In a good way, of course. He was kind, gentle, sweet, and loyal to a fault you’d think. There were times you didn’t think you even deserved his friendship, let alone his adoration.

“Yes…” You replied, smirking over at the blushing man. “I mean, if you don’t want to go out-”

“I do!” Newt blurted out his answer a bit quicker than he wanted, and he looked down at his hands, stumbling over his words. “That is…um, if you’ll let me. May I?”

He was beyond adorable in your eyes, and how could you possibly decline such an offer? You got up from your spot, and took a seat on his lap much to his pleasure. Newt smiled up at you, still unsure of what to do, but he didn’t deny himself the pleasure of your company.

“You may, Scamander. Which is perfect timing, because we’re going on a double date with Queenie and Jacob tonight.”

Originally posted by sparklingnifflers

William Nylander - White Orchid

authors note: this is my second ever imagine/one shot. i hope you enjoy it. i’m sorry if there are any misspelling, errors or such, means i’ve simply just missed it. feel free to give me any kind of feedback as i greatly do appreciate it. also, sorry it’s so long ??? i got a bit carried away.

word count: 4723


Closing the door behind me, I took a few steps to sit down on the lid of the toilet. Elbows resting on my knees, head heavy in my hands. Taking a few deep breaths I did the best I could to calm myself down. Knowing now was the worst possible time to even so much as knock on the door of anxiety. The need to slap myself across the face rose. A somewhat desperate attempt to knock myself out of the negativity and get my shit together. I knew it was not going to be easy. Heck. Everyone here knew it.

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First Time With Them: MONSTA X MINHYUK

/ MinHyuk // JooHeon // WonHo // ChangKyun /

/ ASTRO // B.A.P // BIGBANG // BtoB // BTS // EXO // GOT7 // KActor // KHH // PENTAGON // SF9// WINNER // SEVENTEEN // NCT // CNBLUE // iKON /

  • Very romantic;
  • To the point of it being too much;
  • He’d try way too hard to impress you on your date;
  • Which will only lead to a heavy atmosphere;
  • Which you will have to force to break if you’d want the evening to proceed;
  •      Because he felt the air and thought that it was the end;
  • So you’d pull him closer to yourself at the threshold of your house and kiss him;
  • And then smile /seductively/ at him;
  • And just for the good measure so that he will certainly understand what you wanted;
  •      You’d pull him inside the house as well;
  • And then he’d be all like “???” ;
  • “I’m so sorry for destroying the evening???” ;
  • And then you’d kiss him to say that it was okay because at this point you were certainly beyond the apologies;
  • It would only be then that he’d understand what your kisses actually meant;
  • Thus you’d feel MinHyuk growing excited;
  •      Which is actually adorable because it was that easy to tell since he wasn’t hiding any emotion from himself;
  • Also, MinHyuk’s that soft, gentle little man with a hint of spiciness;
  • So while yes he will worship your body and kiss every crevice of yours;
  • He will also have no trouble to bite and pound into you when he gets a feeling that you’re enjoying yourself;
  • But honestly after-sex MinHyuk is the best MinHyuk;
  • He’d carry you to the bathroom;
  • And clean your body all up;
  •      Maybe with some extra free services if you’re in the mood.
“It’s why I fell in love with you.”

A very quick solangelo drabble. :) Ari xxx

As a demigod, you have to be prepared for anything

A monster could be around any corner. A god could send you on a special quest across the world. Your closest friends could betray you. 

Will thought that as a demigod and a doctor that survived two wars, he was prepared for anything.

But that was before Nico di Angelo strutted, ripped jeans and all, into his life.  

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NCT 127 reaction: you struggling to speak Korean

NCT 127 members reacting to you struggling to pronounce Korean words. (Requests are open)


Originally posted by 1995-

Taeil would probably just stand back and watch you struggle with pronunciation before actually helping you. He’d just look at you with a cute smile on his face. There’s just something about you being frustrated that he finds extremely adorable.


Originally posted by suhyoungho

Johnny would definitely tease you about it and he’d laugh at your awkward pronunciations. He would secretly love hearing you make cute mistakes. Just you attempting to learn Korean would make him smile.


Originally posted by rapgodty

He’d find your pronunciation and accent to be super cute that he probably wouldn’t help you until you actually asked him to. But if you didn’t ask whether or not you were saying something right, he’d just sit there and listen to you with a smile on his face.


Originally posted by moonyutae

Since Yuta had to go through the same struggles as you, he wouldn’t hesitate to help you improve your pronunciation skills. He would still enjoy hearing you make adorable mistakes and he would definitely tease you about it nonstop.


Originally posted by nctinfo

I feel like Doyoung would be the type to literally record your awkward pronunciations so he could tease you about it later and because he secretly finds it beyond cute. He would constantly tell you how grateful he is that you are trying your best to improve your Korean speaking skills.


Originally posted by visualjaehyun

Jaehyun, being the aegyo loving guy that he is, would be really weak to your cute mistakes. He’d sit back and hear you speak while covering his mouth with his hand because he finds it to be so adorable. He’s the type of guy to literally squeeze your cheeks because your cuteness is too much for him.


Originally posted by nct-china-line

Winwin probably wouldn’t notice your mistakes as he himself is still learning how to improve his Korean speaking skills. So, the both of you would probably study together. He, however, would probably tease you saying that he speaks Korean better than you.


Originally posted by nctmark

Mark would really like the idea of you wanting to be good at speaking Korean because of him. He would like seeing you struggle but pushing through because not only would he find your mistakes cute, but he’d like seeing the little fist pump you’d do every time you got something right.


Originally posted by donghyukslee

He would definitely laugh at you and tease you nonstop. He wouldn’t let you live it down whenever you butchered a word pretty badly, but it’s only because he secretly loves hearing you make errors. He would like it because he’s the first you go to for help on pronouncing something.

Make Sure To Be Bored More Often ~ Harry Styles Smut

Warning Smut

This is my first smut so bare with me and REQUESTS ARE OPEN so go ahead and request anything you want.  Feedback is great so please do sent some either on this or over ask/message.  I hope you enjoy

You were bored.  Beyond bored you were so close to going out of your mind.  Harry had just come back from a meeting which he had been at all day while you lay there watching reruns of Once Upon a Time, which has been your addiction since Harry had come back from America and had introduced you to it.  The whole fact it was based off Disney characters and other fictional childhood favourites made your day.  But, again after watching 10 episodes none stop even this began to bore you.  So, an idea came to your mind.  Harry’s fans adored you considering you were the only girl out there that had not broken his heart or used him for fame like a lot of his past girlfriends.  Following this you had a few followers of your own which lead to you doing what you did next.

It was 9 in the afternoon and considering Harry was in the bath relaxing after the day he’s had you decided open yourself to have a live stream.  Thinking that the fans would be able to keep you company while your boyfriend was busy was probably the best idea you had, had.  So, tweeting out on your phone that you were going to have a livestream in 10 minutes you then made your way up to your bedroom to get your laptop and set it up on your counter in the kitchen. Loading up twitter your livestream began and quickly your views went into the thousands.  

“Hi everyone” you laughed as the views increased every second.  “Okay I am going to try my best to look at everything you are sending to me but this is going a lot faster than I thought it would so it may take me some time, and I am sorry if I do not read your question as there are a lot of you.”  You hated letting them down, knowing that you used to be exactly like them when their tweet may not get answered by their favourite.  “Ah okay I have a question here from Alexa.  Lovely name by the way!  How’s your day been?”  you read out what was tweeted to you seconds ago.  “I am doing very well thank you just waiting for Harry to finish up in the bathroom so we can watch a movie, tonight we have decided on Space Between Us, my friends will not shut up about it so I think it’s time for me to finally give in and watch it.  Of course, I am dragging Harry into watching with me!”  Your happiness grew by the second, and honestly you were so glad that you had decided to do this.

Around an hour had passed and you decided to end the stream and go and check where Harry was you were beginning to miss him. “Okay guys, I think this is going to be the end of the live stream.  Thank you so much for tuning in and I hope you have a lovely night and I will hopefully do another one of these again soon with Harry maybe next time.  Good Night guys.”  You smiled at the camera before ending the livestream all together and turning your laptop off.  Just as you were about to call Harry’s name he came down the stairs with a few blankets and the movie you brought earlier this week.  As soon as he saw you his face lit up like it always did when he looked at you.

“Loved the live stream babe” Harry said while coming over to you and giving you a peck on the lips.  

“You watched, you could have come down and joined in.  You should have seen how many people thought I was joking when I said I was living with you. Next well have people saying were broken up” I joked even though I know there will be at least one person who says that.

“Sure, they will baby girl.  Anyway, will join you next time I was just taking care of something that would not be very PG for the livestream” Harry winked at you while his hand was down his joggers indicating to you what he meant.  You almost chocked on your own spit when that came out of his mouth.  You were slightly annoyed though it had been weeks since you two had had sex considering how busy he has been with his album, then interviews and traveling around American for a brief time.  This then meaning by the time he got home he was too tiered or “we’ll have sex tomorrow I swear” which never came.  But, you just rolled your eyes.  You needed tonight to be the night that the dry spell ended finally.  But, he was not going to get it that easily, of course a little teasing had to be in play.  

So, you went and got everything organised for tonight you put the pillows where you live them and what would be best comfortable for you and Harry and then got the blankets.  You hated England weather ever since Harry had come back from LA and had told you how perfect it was there.  It had been so hot the past few days, you literally could not sleep without a fan, now I had to go out with a coat on because it was too cold out.  How that happened i will never know.

You then went and put in the movie, you were so excited about watching this movie.  You had seen the trailer and almost cried from just that now having the movie you made sure to stock up on tissues.  You made yourself comfortable and then Harry made his way into the living room with just his joggers on.  How is this boy walking round like that when its 6 degrees out I will never know, but you were not going to complain?  He made his way to you so you could snuggle into him when you watch the movie. This was the one thing you loved most about watching movies with Harry and that was just being able to have him there to hold and having him stroke your back was pure bliss.

The movie was around half way through when you started your master plan, you were loving this movie so far but having Harry next to you shirtless was enough to drive any girl insane.  “Babe I am just going to go and get changed I am a little too warm in my jumper” you said innocently messing with your jumper sleeves trying to act as though you were too warm.  

“Do you want me to pause it?”  Harry asked as you made your way out of the room and towards your shared bedroom.  

“No, its fine ill only be a second” you admitted while rushing off to get changed into something you knew would fluster Harry just the slightest.  You did not want this to make him want to rip your clothes off but you also did not want him not to be a little flustered.  You changed your jumper for a tank top and made sure to take your bra off so your boobs were fully ready to be exposed and correct by Harry’s tender touch. You then put on some female boxer briefs so they were a little shorter than your PJ shorts and they made your bum look incredible.  You made your way back into the living room making sure to bend over just before you sat down to pick your phone up off the table, this receiving a sigh from behind you.  

You then straddled over Harry to get over your side of the sofa. “What are you doing Y/N, how can it take you this long to get back next to me” Harry began to stretch out as soon as you lay down again making sure to have your boobs level with his face.  

“I was just getting something sorry for taking so long” you rolled your eyes at this knowing full well Harry hated when you did not take him seriously sometimes.  His eyes looked you up and down before coughing and looking back at the movie.  You knew you were affecting him slightly and this made you so happy.  You subconsciously started to stroke up and down Harry’s chest while watching the movie, you knew he liked you doing this and you also knew it gave you a chance to accidently knock your hand over the waist band of his sweats and ‘accidently’ knock his dick.

Harry then turned around and snuggled into your neck, you checked the time to see that it was already 11 at night.  Knowing Harry was likely to be becoming sleepy you pushed his head up to meet your face.  “Y/N can we watch this movie tomorrow I want to sleep” Harry sighed.  Before he had chance to open his eyes you quickly planted your lips onto him feeling him groan underneath you.  The kiss turned heated a lot quicker than you expected and you pushed him sideward to that you could straddle him.  His eyes lighting up at the sight of you.  “Well it seems like I am no longer as tiered as I thought I was” you laughed at his comment become going down to kiss along his jaw while also grinding on him.  All you heard were curse words coming from Harry’s mouth which made you even more wet than you already were.

Harry’s hands began roaming your body and he began to pull off your boxer shorts.  This made you stop what you were doing to stop him.  “No Harry, you made me wait weeks for this so that means you will be waiting a little longer to see what I have.” You smirked loving being in control for once.  All he could do in return was groan as he was in pure bliss knowing that after so long this was finally going to happen.  You kissed your way down his chest slowly down to his ever-growing erection.  You slowly pushed down his sweats and began licking up his shaft.  You then began to push him into your mouth as much as you could, making sure to use your hand on what you could not fit in your mouth.

“Fuck Y/N this feels so good I have missed your mouth so much baby girl” he said while you bobbed your head quickly up and down his shaft.  You loved pleasing him but once he came in your mouth and he came down from his high, you decided to let him take control.  You enjoyed it when he did all the effort just to make you feel good and he hated to admit it but he loved being dominant and having you be a whimpering mess underneath him.  He quickly flipped you onto your back and pumped himself a few times to make himself hard again, “Y/N I fucking love you” he said with a groan as he made his way into you with a groan.  He began slow, making sure you felt every part of him, then he did what you loved most. He quickened the pace and began slamming into you.  

All that was heard throughout the room was moaning and slapping of skin to skin as he pounded into you with all his might.  “Ah fuck Harry that feels so good” you shouted as he pulled your legs up to his shoulders knowing you were both close.  He began to do a figure of eight in your clit so that you would follow him in your climax.  

“I am close too baby” Harry whimpered as he pounded into you the last few times you both got overcome with ecstasy.  Harry pulled out of you as you adjusted with the feeling of not having him inside of you, and you both came down from your highs.  “That was fucking amazing” Harry sighed as you looked over to him with a smile.

“Tell me about it”

“Make sure to be bored more often” Harry laughed as you lay down to watch the final scenes of the movie.

Perfect (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Anonymous asked: hello, if you’re still taking/doing song requests, i was wondering if we could get a bucky barnes x reader with ed sheeran’s perfect?? like it could be their wedding day, and that’s their song?? omg please, ily thanks :)))

Summary: The best day of his life, and he can’t help but smile.

A/N: I’m in a writing mood today, sorry not sorry for all the fics!!! (Requests are open!!) Wow this is like soooo much floof, I wanted to cry while writing this. Written in Bucky’s POV - Enjoy!! 

Word Count: 581

Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet

Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me

‘Cause we were just kids when we fell in love

Not knowing what it was

I will not give you up this time

But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own

And in your eyes, you’re holding mine 

Absolutely gorgeous. Perfect. And she’s all mine.

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Sweet Dreams are Made of These

❤ Soulmate Drabble (5/13) ❤

Originally posted by woozioppa

Member: Woozi/Jihoon
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 514

When you dream of your soulmate on the night of your eighteenth birthday.

Life is full of vivid colors and bright noises, passes by too quickly, and is too much for the simple human mind to comprehend. Dreams are like the same, yet they can either be a utopia or hell unleashed. And yet, if they are under the person’s control or not, they are happy. Blank, pointless dreams and nightmares left Jihoon’s life completely the moment he turned 18. He remembered his first spotting; there was a warm smile and a gleam in the eye, a soft breeze blows through his hair and he feels like he’s going to blow away if he lets go of the hand that is protectively wrapped around his.

This was the first time in his life since childhood that he was able to fall asleep easily, and it was his first time to be greeted with such a sight. He’s heard stories of when people fell asleep on the night of their eighteenth birthday and they then get a view of their true soulmate for the very first time. Sleep came quickly, giving them hours and hours to do whatever they want with whoever they were with. When Jihoon opened his eyes, he was struck by the amount of joy that was on your face and the heat of your hand seeping into his own skin.

A cottony feeling took place in his throat and he felt like he wasn’t able to breathe, and yet he felt like he’s never breathed as clearly as he did now. This is it, he told himself. This is my soulmate. After a sharp inhale, a hand reached out to your face and the knuckles grazed against your cheek, and Jihoon had to take a moment and realized that he had never been this gentle with anything in his life. It was like you were a wisp of a cloud, ready to disappear and be gone forever if he was too harsh with his movements. He swiped his tongue over his bottom lip, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone. “I’m Jihoon,” he said.

“I know,” you replied in a soft voice, yet the words echoed in his head. “I’ve seen you before.” Your cheek pressed back into his hand and Jihoon felt more alive than ever, his heart thumping furiously in his chest and pink dust settling on his cheeks.

“H-how long?”

Your laughter sounded like music to him. “I don’t know. It’s could have been years. Months. Days. Maybe it’s been hours. This is the first time that you’ve responded to me, and I’m happy beyond belief.” A large grin cracked Jihoon’s face and he couldn’t the adorable giggle that escaped him.

“Tell me about it.”

Your beam matched his own and your arms drew forward and your hands gripped onto his shoulders. Before he knew it, your arms were circling around his form, encasing him in warmth. Jihoon finally understood how it felt to be the center of someone’s world, and how his red cheek pressed itself affectionately against your shoulder proved that. After all, life is more than just a dream.


Take A Chance

A Sam Wilson x Reader Request Fic

Based off this ask. Hope you like it, nonnie!

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Reader  |  Word Count: 1820
Warnings: None, complete fluff!

It had started out innocent enough. Sam Wilson had wandered into a tiny coffee shop set back from the main streets of New York with the intention of buying a coffee and a sweet bun while he checked out the shop across the street. It had been rumored to be a front for guns run by Hydra, a small antique shop which had recently gone from being a mom and pop run place to one owned by a conglomerate.

What he hadn’t expected to find was an angel standing behind the counter serving the best coffee he’d ever been fortunate enough to have pass his lips. (Y/N), with the glorious hair, beautiful eyes, and a smile which could light up the room.

Man, she was pretty.

By the end of the week, she’d known his name, his order, and had captured his heart. Even though they’d taken down the antique store, revealing who he really was, he’d continued to return to the coffee shop every day, just to watch her face light up.

Striding through the door, Sam smirked to see her standing behind the counter. “Hey, gorgeous.”

She looked up, smiled brightly, and made her way toward the coffee pot. “Sam! You keep coming back, I’m gonna owe you shares in my business.”

Leaning on the counter, he watched her work, all graceful hands, no wasted movement. The apron wrapped around her waist was purple over a pretty blue dress, while flat silver shoes protected her feet.

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