cause i feel like this is one of those shows that the second i finish i would want nothing more

GOT7 Reaction: Feeling Needy and Texting Their Crush To Meet Them At The Dorms

(Lit there was a couple times I forgot I was writing a reaction and not a one shot and almost made a full on smut XD Enjoy anon! I made this one way, way ahead of when I planned to because of the requests that are lined up before you, but I couldn’t help it because GOT7 are my bbys okok.)


Originally posted by jehbum

JB had absolutely no idea why, but at the moment he couldn’t get you and your body out of his mind. He was in the middle of a small meeting with the rest of GOT7 when his mind veered to the thought of you and what you would look like bouncing up and down on top of him, your perky breasts held tightly within his hands.

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The drunk reveal no one asked for and the cracker shenanigans

Okay, so look at this. It is 8000+ words. Fucking hell. All the thanks to @lunian who is the mastermind behind this gem. Let’s roll. Also, it isn’t proof read cause seriously guys, who has time to proofread 21 pages of crack. Sorry for any gramamr mistake

Marinette looked around the living room, from the music system to the table covered with bowl and bags off what could easily be all the snacks found on the French market. Marinette wasn’t especially in the mood to party, she would have rather stayed at home and finish some designs, especially after the fact that there was an akuma that morning that managed to ruin her sleeping late plans. But Alya insisted, saying there wil be amiliar faces too. And Marinette totally didn’t come because Alya promised Nino is brinign her a certain blond someone who just arrived back to Paris from one year exchange in Milano. Totally not. She was perfectly content with having a friendly conversation with Adrien after only seeing him through Skype for a year. Until he walked in the room. And Marinette finally understood just how low quality the skype camera was.

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La douleur exquise Pt.2 (M)

La douleur exquise: The heart-wrenching pain of wanting someone you can’t have.

Summary: You’ve been helplessly in love with your brother’s best friend all your life, but he can’t see you as anything other than a little sister.

Pairing: Wonho x Reader x Jungkook (not a threesome but messy as hell)

Word Count: 6.1k

Genre(s): Angst, smut

Part 1 here

A/N: Thank you guys for being so patient with me on this update. I really hope I did it justice and hope you enjoy! (& don’t kill me I’m sorry)

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Send To All

Originally posted by ohstylesno

Requested by anonymous:

“hey there! I don’t know if you’re still doing 1D requests but I was wondering if I could request a Harry Styles imagine?? idk if you know of it but there’s a comedian called michael mcintyre who has a chat show and he has a segment called ‘send to all’ where he sends a mass text from the guests phone and reads the replies - anyways I was wondering if you could do a request where the reader is a celebrity and secretly dating Harry and their relationship gets exposed or something through this?? xx”

Warnings: None?? tiny bit of language and fluff I suppose

Notes: This gif has no relevance it just fucking kills me omg (also I’m so excited to write for harry eek)

“Good luck love, I know you’ll be amazing as always. Thinking of you and can’t wait to finally hold you in my arms tomorrow. H x” 

You felt your heart constrict and a buzz fill your body, a smile tugging up on your lips as your eyes scanned over the text your boyfriend had just sent you. Your thumbs hovered anxiously over the keyboard as you mulled over what you should reply with. You had just decided on replying with words teasing him about how he signed his texts just like his tweets when you were interrupted. 

“*yn*, we’re ready for you.” 

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Broken Up

Originally posted by acklesjensen

Request (summarized): Can i request one, where dean and the reader used to date but Dean turned into a demon and Sam asks for the reader’s help? They find out about a strip club that he visits regularly and reader pretends to be a stripper that doesn’t know Dean. He asks for a private show and urges her to admit that she’s the reader who denies it, but tells him a story of how she used to date this one guy, but they broke up and she is dating his brother now to make Dean jealous, ending up in smut?

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,700ish

Warnings: language, smut

A/N: This one…oh boy…

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“Caught Up” (Yugyeom Smut)

Originally posted by wonshu

Title: Caught Up

Featuring: Yugyeom (GOT7) X Noona Reader

POV: 2nd

Rating: NC-17

Summary: After giving Yugyeom an eyeful of your slinky undergarments, you use the incident as fodder to tease him, but the tease might have gone too far this time.

Requested by anon! I don’t know why it took me so long to finish this, but here we go!


That sing-songy voice rang out across the room and sent a cringe through your body. You absolutely hated when Yugyeom called you that, even though it was accurate. You were older than him, sure, but he had a way of teasing you about it that dug at you. You wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off his face when he said it.

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Deranged: Part 10

“Sometimes human places, create inhuman monsters.” -Stephen King

Warning: Contains violence, abuse and tense situations

Teaser  Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9

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Fragments - Part 5

Word Count: 5002

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Canon typical violence, canon divergence

A/N: Feedback and constructive criticism are always welcome. Unedited. Mistakes are all mine. If you’d like to be tagged, you can add yourself Here

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Ever since the night Cas told you parts of your soul were gone, you’d withdrawn from everyone. Dean hadn’t pushed you, even though you could tell he desperately wanted you to open up to him about whatever it was you were feeling. The absolute truth of it was, you weren’t sure what it was you were feeling. It was all so overwhelming; being thrust back into a world you knew nothing about.

Sam was right, you were good at research. You’d spent most days holed up in your room with your laptop relearning how to be a hunter. When night fell, you’d wait until you were sure everyone was asleep or at the very least in their own rooms and creep out into the library to read more lore. You fully invested yourself in it. You wanted to be a hunter again.

“Y/N?” Cas’ figure cast a shadow in the library and you lifted your head from your research, giving him a half smile. “Are you alright?”

“No.” You whispered, mostly to yourself. Cas was there instantly, sitting next to you and resting his hand on top of yours. “Why are you being so nice to me?”

Cas smiled and laced his fingers with yours. “Well, first and foremost, we were great friends. You understood me in a way nobody else ever did. You read people…and angels…well. I don’t know if that’s something you’ve noticed.” You nodded and huffed a laugh. “Second, I promised your father once that I’d look out for you. I failed once. I don’t intend to do it again.”

“Failed me how?” You questioned. “A lot of people feel like they failed me. People die. You can’t prevent it. It just happens.”

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Unintentional Chapter Two: Phone Calls

Chapter Summary: Things have been strange on set since you’d filmed those scenes with Jensen. Things get heated during a convention.

A/N: I just wanted to say this now, this story is going to involve a lot of cheating. I do not condone cheating in any way, this is simply for the purpose of fiction <3

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Phone sex, language (including dirty talk, but I guess that kind of goes hand in hand with phone sex?)

Word Count: 2.3k (oops?)

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Originally posted by pleasegivemecake

You were still aching for him. You pressed your legs together to try and help with the need for friction. There was lots you and Jensen needed to talk about. But you just, couldn’t. Then it would become real, and that would become a problem; and you had to avoid becoming the other woman at all costs.


Over the next couple of weeks, things had been…awkward between you and Jensen. No matter what you did, you couldn’t get him out of your head. You’d lie awake at night, watching old gag reels and outtakes, just to see him. Your heart would skip a beat when you saw him smile; and your breath would slip away when you heard his laugh.

You’d also been avoiding Misha and Jared. At least when Jensen wasn’t around anyway. When the four of you were together, there was too much goofing around to give either of them the chance to ask you about anything. They didn’t know about what had happened on set, but they could tell that something was up.

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So You Do Love Me (Jay Park x Reader)

Requested by anon. Enjoy!

Originally posted by korean-hip-hop

You were very successfull in USA, you were in the industry since you turned 18, you were loved by many people worldwide mostly cause you kept it real, you didn’t try to be the sweet girl or the sexy one or the goofy one, you were all of them. You showed different trypes of yourself, your latest album called ‘voices’ was a huge success, people loved how you played around with all different kinds of emotions, that’s why it was called 'voices’ because people have all kinds of voices in their head and you didn’t just stick to one. 

But you felt like you were getting comfortable. You wanted a challenge, yes you did get challenged cause being in the spotlight is a daily struggle, but you were getting used to it. A concert in Korea turned everything around, it was so different and you quickly noticed that not many foreigners made it big in this country. It took a full year for you to get realeased from your contract in USA and get signed in a company in Korea called YMC


You were very happy, but not many people were. Korea was a very competitive country and very strict with their bussiness, especially when you are a foreigner. Being called a “koreaboo” and stuff like that had become an everyday thing. You were very close to giving up and going back to USA, that was when you met Jay.

You could swear that you had never met such a positive person. He was very welcoming and helping, he knew how hard it could be for an artist that had nothing to do with this country and tried to find success. So he welcomed you with open arms, you collaborated on a song called “Still killing it” and it was great, you enjoyed his company and you decided that just because your song ended, that does not mean your friendship would


Jay had a very special place in your heart, like you had in his. You loved to talk to him, to get his opinion for everything and just be silly together, you understood each other and your bond started growing daily. Sometimes you questioned your motives, they were plenty of times that you caught yourself imagining stuff that were not what firends do, you felt that warm fuzzy feeling when he hugged you, you had a smile whenever he called you beautiful, you felt nice when he hid his face in your neck when he was tired and hugged you to find comfort.

You were extremely happy when he told you that you would appear together at a hiphop special that the variety show 'happy together’ was doing, with you it would also be Dok2, Bobby, Cheetah and Kittib. Of course you chose the dressing room that was next to his.“Come in"You said when you heard a knock on your door. He walked in with a smile and approached you and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

"You’re ready babygirl?”

“Yeah they are just finishing my hair”

“I like your lipstick, it brings out your eyes”

He complimented you. You smiled and winked at him. Recently the feelings that you usually brushed off were getting stronger and it was scaring you, you’ve seen how girls come and go and you did not want that to happen to you.


You walked in all togehter and because of your heels and your sore ankle made you trip, but Jay who was of course right next to you caught you and pushed you next to his body

“No, stay with me girly”

He said and posed, making it a bit comedic and acting like nothing happened. You posed next to him while others laughed, you giggled and went to your seat

“That was a quick save”

One of the MC’s spoke. You smiled and nodded

“Yeah, that’s why I hang out with him”


The interview kept going and it finally your turn came.

“So you have a second album coming up, what are we expecting from this one?”

“It’s more of a fluffy vibe to it. Since my last album was very bold and seductive, I wanted to show a different side of me”

“She has slippers with bunnies on them”

“Hey, you weren’t supposed to say that”

You said and covered Jay’s mouthed. He licked your palm- knowing that it will gross you out- and you yanked it away

“Ewww, disgusting" 

 You rubbed your hand on his shirt, making the saliva he left get rubbed on his shirt

"Aren’t they adorable?”

Dok2 pointed it out, and everyone nodded their heads

“I am adorable, he is gross”

“really? then why do you call me everytime you are sad? 'Jay I need to talk to you, I am upset, please Jay’ ”

He said in a high whiny voice, immitating you. You slapped his upper hand and desided to turn the tables on him

“Cause I feel bad for you and I want you to feel like you have friends”


“Yeah. Ah!”

He put you on a headlock, getting a wild reaction from not just you but from everyone, some of them even laughed at the silly view

“Take it back”


“Jay let her go, her managment will sue us”

The MC said. He let you got and you slapped him in the face this time.

“You idiot, that really hurt”

“I am sorry bunny”

He used the nickname he had for you and kissed your cheek. Everyone aww’d and you just pushed him awayDuring the rest of the interview you couldn’t help but question your feelings. Was this really just a friendly game? or did he also have some other feelings for you? was it worth the risk?

“So as you said, you are a very sexy and seductive artist? Does that scare guys away?”

“Sometimes. Some men was a very normal and cute girl, I like to wear tight clothes and show my curves, if a guy can talk about sex then why shouldn’t I do it?”

“That’s why I also approached her. She has that amazing and unapologetic attitude, she is also a straight boss, no artist would do what she did and go to a totally diferent country and start from scratch.”

Jay chimed in. You leaned your head to his shoulder and looked at him with puppy eyes

“Awww so you do love me”

“Sadly, yes”

Your smile dropped and you pulled away from him

“You just ruined a perfect moment”


You didn’t wait for him, you jsut went back to the dressing room as fast as you could. He noticed that, he had to admit that it bothered him, he wanted to talk to you. For a week now he was pep talking himself to talk to you, he couldn’t keep the act anymore, to him you were never a friend, he just never knew how to talk to you like a girlfriend, you made him nervous and protective. He was even overprotective towards you when it came to him, he knew his reputation and how he portrayed himself in the public, how could you trust a man that on it’s latest mv had a girl on his lap and on a bed? He thought he was protecting you, but in reality you jsut putted yourselfs in a torture

“hey, you weren’t really hurt by the headlock right?”

“No, I’m fine don’t worry about it”

You avoided eye contact as you took of your bracelets. The both of you could feel the tension growing, he had to put an end to this

“Let’s go out”

“I’m not hungry Jay

”“No, not like that. As a… date”

That got your attention. You turned to him completely stunned, you opened your mouth but nothing came out

“I…. um…. what?”

“I like you (y/n), I don’t want to be your friend, I never did. I want to be your man, I am sorry but I cannot stand on the side and just let other guys to touch you-specially after that Chul guy-  and…. I want to be that man”

You smiled at him. Seeing him so upset over your ex boyfriends, he never liked Chul, he thought that he was stuck up and arrogant. You ended with him on friendly terms but Jay never stopped complaining about how he treated you.

“You are so cute”


He raised his eyebrow, not expecting you to say that. You walked to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, he automatically wrapped his around your waist.

“Should I wear my bunny slippers on our date?”

“Ohhhh girl you trynna seduce me, with those sexy ass slippers”

“Maybe a hair bun too?”

“girl you sure know how to turn a guy on”

“Covenant” (BTS) Demon!Jungkook ~ AU

Anonnymous requested: Hi there! Can I request a drabble no. 3,8,44 with Demon!Jungkook x reader please? >.<

“I saved your life!” | “What will you give? Your eyes? Your hands?. How about your heart?” | “My kindness does not go without self interest.”

A/N: *whispers breathily* im sorry it wasn’t a drabble *spirit leaves body*
Thanks for requesting Nonnie! Hope you like it! <3 
askhdgjasghjasghdajsgh demonkook

Word Count: 2.8k
Genre: Supernatural
Pairing: JungkookxReader(she)
Triggers: Mentions of blood, injuries,car crash, demon,pact,cussing,sandwiches


A scream filled out the squashed cubicle of the car.

Your own scream.
Your eyes were open, yet it was impossible for you to understand the image unfolding in front of them, blaming it on the darkness of the road at night, until you realized the lukewarm liquid dripping. 
And then it hit you -quite literally-.
You weren’t sure of the time that had passed since you crushed against that cow in the middle of the route.
All your body was aching, with such an intensity your muscles repeatedly continued having spasms. You wanted to scream, hoping maybe to relieve some of the pain, but no voice wouldn’t come out.
One of your eyes particularly had lost sight completely, too drowned with the sticky mixture of tears and blood to see; the other one scanned around. 
‘Oh my god’ you thought before it was difficult to notice but now you realized the car was upside down -thus so were you- the safety belt keeping you on the driver’s seat.

Shaking all distractions or thoughts of soreness and focused on the task at hand; setting out of the car, in the case of an explosion.
Carefully moving one arm, you tried to reach for the buckle, but it turned out to be an exhausting and herculean task due to the shakiness taking control over your fingers.
Flopping face-down over the car ceiling, you perceived an uncomfortable sensation in the back.
The glass from the window closer to you was cracked, but not enough so it was easy to crawl your way through; it still had glass shards. Knowing the pain couldn’t get any worse, you simply grabbed the shards with your bare hands, taking them off to make your way out. One of your legs was numb, so it made it difficult once it was time to slide out of the vehicle.
The pain in your back made an appearance yet again once you managed to trespass the frame of the window; it was stinging you, even more than the rest of your body, in fact, it was so very intense it made you want to vomit. 

With soaring arms you kept on crawling as far as you could manage, to get your body away from the crash site. Your good eye looked around for any sign of help, but it was hopeless -other than the dead cow you tried to avoid before - around the spot, there was no sign of life; it was late at night and you knew no one would transit the crossroad you were in.
Whining silently and runny nose sobbing, you made a last effort to twist around to face the sky, but the pain (in your back) prevent you from it because it was badly hurt.
A shard of metal had pierced your flesh, the wound was not bleeding, but it was there nonetheless. There was no one around so you knew very soon you’d be dead because of your injuries.

‘Please, no’ ‘Please’
you begged, no words coming out, only heavy breathing and your whimpering. ‘Please, God, don’t let me die like this’ silents prayers waving through your mind, hoping maybe they would answer ‘I beg of you’ ‘Don’t leave me’ Blood spilling onto the pavement. ‘Please, I want to live’ ‘Please let me live’ ‘I’ll do anything, just let me live’  again and again you chanted, repeated, pleaded for your life, ‘I’m scared … I’m scared to die, please’ you shrieked forlorn, lips and chin quivering.
You were not sure on the time you spent crying out to the stars gleaming on the night sky; It could be an eternity, or just minutes, seconds even.
Growing tired and weaker with each passing moment you knew very well that life was leaving you, you were scared, scared to the very core because you felt void approaching at a fast speed your way; promising relief from the pain. ‘Please,’ You insisted, slowly seeing how the light of the stars above your head faded. ‘Anyone … save me’ and with that, darkness enveloped you, one last desperate choke sob escaping your lips.

Your agonizing body laid between the crossroads, not knowing there was actually someone hearing you. But possibly, not the one you hoped for.
The figure moved slowly in the dark, crouching close to your head.
Gently their hand graced over your cheek to finish at caressing your lips.

“I’ve listened” It spoke, his honeyed voice resonating inside your mind. “If I kiss you now, life will once again welcome you on its arms…” your eye weakly opened to meet the gaze of him. “Would you like that?” He inquired, whispering.

You nodded.

Say it, love”

You gulped. Throat sore and the inside of your mouth dry.
Next, to you, the stranger was waiting, not moving a muscle.
Licking your lips and tasting your own blood, enouncing the words for him clearly, you pleaded.

“Kiss me”

He chuckled.

A burning sensation shocked your entire body once his lips grazed with yours. A warm wind rose enveloping both in its embrace, the world moving at a rapid pace making you feel dizzy.
A punch on your chest, so mighty you could swear it was breaking it into pieces, yet it didn’t pain- on the contrary- it felt blissful.
Both your eyes opened, meeting with two other abysmally dark ones, the black on them was of such depth that terror crept up your spine.

Firmly placing both hands on his shoulders, you pushed his body away. 
Once you were free from his touch you let out a shriek. 
Then you saw him. You saw him completely.

The dark of his eyes cracking the skin around them ramifying down on his neck, until you lost the sight of the lines once it reached the collar of his suit.

“Who are you?!” you managed to voice out in complete awe at the sight of him.

He smirked, the curve of his lips mocking you. “Your covenantor

Right after the said those words, you appeared as if on the blink of an eye again inside your car, holding the steering wheel; it was not upside down anymore; neither was it broken. You were some meters behind the intersection of the crossroads.
Looking down at yourself searching for any sign of injuries you were surprised to see there were none; not a trail or sign of blood, no soreness on your body, no pain in your back because of that metal shard, nothing. You felt completely fine, even a little hungry once you thought about it. Looking out the window -now restored- you saw the cow that had caused your accident on the side of the row, far away from you grazing calmly.

“A dream?” you said out loud, more to yourself than anyone else. You checked in the rear-view mirror your face; but not one scratch on it. “A hallucination?” you questioned.

“Far from it…” A voice that ranged next to you -on the passengers sit- startled you.

“Fucking hell!” you elicited, jolting on your seat and grabbing at your chest right above your heart.

“It’s not that bad once you get used to it really…” The stranger on the passenger seat shrugged, pouting his lips. You looked at him, not knowing what to say. ‘Then he wasn’t a hallucination?’ thought scrunching your eyes. It was real. All of it.

“Ah,” The male next to you called your attention “Jeon Jungkook” He introduced, stretching a hand your way. 

Staring down at the outstretched hand, furrowing your eyebrows, lifting one in doubt about his action.
The named, Jungkook guy, stayed there waiting for your reaction.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You questioned, mistrustful to accept his greeting.

“What do you mean?” Jungkook tilted his head confused “It’s just a handshake, I’m politely introducing myself to my covenantee, it’s common courtesy”

“Wait—your what?” gesturing him to repeat his word, as if you didn’t hear right.

“Co-ve-nan-tee” he once again repeated, emphasis on each word, slowly, so you could understand him. “It means a person who agrees to a contract, that being you” Jungkook grinned.

“I know what that means, I was referring to ‘my covenant’?, I’ve never met your before!”

“You don’t usually meet a demon before you take on the contract?” Jungkook’s eyes squinted, sarcastically.

“Hold on— sorry what?” you stopped him showing your hand. “You just said…demon?” disbelieving the words that came out of his mouth.

“Yes! That’s me…Jungkook,”he bowed with its head.“Hell’s Contractor, at your service”

You stood there baffled at him. He was definitely crazy.

“I made a contract, with a demon?” an annoyance tone on your voice.

“Yes.” he answered.

“A contract…”  you insisted.

Jungkook nodded, visibly bored at the time it was taking you to realize the situation you were in.

“With a demon?” you continued, Jungkook once again nodded, rolling his eyes.

“You…” pointing a finger at him to make sure you were on the right page. “Demon from hell, you…”

“This is gonna be a long night…” he sighed, crossing his legs and placing his hands on his lap.

“Oh no, It’s not gonna be long at all…” you assured him.

“Oh?…really?” Jungkook tilted his head.

“Yeah…” you started up the car engine turning the key.

“Good then…” Jungkook replied, leaning on the passenger’s seat, making himself comfortable.

“Get out” you demanded. “Get out this instant”

Jungkook turned to meet your eyes, blinking rapidly “What? Get out?” he seemed offended by you “Don’t you understand what is going on here girl?” he scoffed.

“Yes indeed,” you grinned “I understand I have a crazy creep on my car who needs to get out now before it’s too late” a warning to him.

“But,” Jungkook huffed, bewildered by your words. “I saved your life!” he exclaimed.

“GETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUT!!” hollering, you screed on an ungodly way, the pitch of your voice being audible only to dogs.

Jungkook was shocked, and quickly he got out the car to stop your screeching. “For fuck sake!” He bawled at you “Stop screaming you crazy banshee!”

Without wasting one single second you hit the gas, getting far away from him. Looking back through the rear-view mirror you saw he was still there, standing at the crossroad. You suspire in relieve as you see his shape disappear as your got further and further away.

‘Psycho’ Its the last words you say, focusing on getting back home.

Once you clicked the locking button on the remote hanging from the car-keys (to secure it) you trotted to the entrance of your house. Checking the time on your phone, the blinding light showed it was 10 PM, and in your dictionary meant that it was still early.
Inwardly, as you opened the door, you listed all the things you had left to do before going to bed; a good bath, a good meal -with of course a good movie- check your emails, and work you had belated.
Blithely humming a song, you closed the door behind you, you got inside the house dashing to the kitchen to grab a quick snack before bath time. Checking the phone you moved from the kitchen -with the bowl of snacks- to the living room to turn on the TV; but as it turned out, you saw it was on.
You forgot to turn it off when you left this morning? Weird.
Paying little prestige, since you were a little inattentive sometimes, you moved on to take a seat flopping on the couch, shifting to make yourself comfortable.

“Pass the snack…” a voice next to you requested.

Slowly turning your head you saw Jungkook, watching the tv screen intently. Jumping up from your seat the bowl of snacks flew, Jungkook’s shoulder hunched as the bowl flew over his head, landing on the floor spreading its content all over.

“Oww, what a waste” He scolded you.

“HOW YOU GOT HERE?” your eyes scanned the room for some pointy object you could use to protect from him.

“I’m the owner of your soul… I know things.” Jungkook mocked, letting out a chuckle once he saw you desperately looking for a weapon.

“You own my soul?” you stopped dead on the spot.

“Oh, so you believe me now?”

You nodded “Well, I’m not sure yet, but you did appeared out of thin air on my house, so I’m listening…”

Jungkook stayed silent. 

You scratched your forearm nervously, searching for the correct question to say next. “Why do you own my soul? Or you say you own it?” 

He smiled.

“Well, My kindness does not go without self-interest.” he cooed, watching from above his shoulder at you. “That’s how it works, I save you… then collect your soul 10 years later, standard procedure” Jungkook stand-up arranging the sleeves of his suit, and tugging at the flaps of the jacket.

“What? When did we agree to that?!” You complained.

“Forgetting the kiss that sealed the contract…so rude” he scolded pompously.

“When did we agree to 10 years…” you rolled your eyes at him, but in all truth you had forgotten the kiss until he mentioned it, making you blush once you remembered.

“I told you, standard procedure”

“Yeah, but I didn’t know you were a demon! That’s unfair” you nagged.

“Listen, kid, if you commit a crime that you didn’t know it was illegal, you still get arrested right?” Jungkook tilted his head at you, pursing his lips into a thin line.

You contemplated on his example looking at the floor.“Yes….I guess?”

“Same thing…besides” he begins to move across the room, inspecting it. “I told you that if we kissed you got your life back if you didn’t get the idea that’s your issue not mine” he shrugged.

“I want it back…” you gulped harshly.

“Excuse me?” Jungkook looked over his eyebrows.

“I want my soul back”

Jungkook stared at you up and down, narrowing his eyes, licking the inside of his cheeks amused. “Unbelievable”

“Well…?” you insisted, heart racing on your chest, his presence now intimidating and heavy. You truly believed he was a demon, and if he got your soul, you needed to get it back, at any cost.

Jungkook pondered, clicking his tongue he finally had an answer “Fine…I’ll indulge you” he walked closer to where you stand, facing you. “But you have to trade something of equal valor, quid pro quo…” Jungkook pointed his finger as a warning.

You nodded.

“So what will you give?” You looked for something of value for you inside your mind but couldn’t get anything that was equally priced as your soul “Your eyes?” Jungkook slides ghostly, walking around you. “Your hands?” He touched gently the back of your hand, a shiver of cold bolting at the feeling. Jungkook chuckled “How about your heart?” He placed right in front of you, looking down scanning you, waiting for a reply. You were so close you could catch the smell of something persistent and unpleasant of something you couldn’t quite get the hang of. And something sweet, nauseatingly sweet.

“How about a sandwich?” you stammered, glancing up at him.

Jungkook blinked, lifting his chin to look down at you curiously. “Is it homemade?”

“Yes!” you exclaimed, not believing his words.

“Okay then…” He nodded.

“Really?” Your eyes probably sparkled with hope.

“No.” Jungkook sharply replied. “You really thought I’d trade the most well-marketable item of hell, just for a sandwich?” Jungkook scoffed mockingly at you. “You mortals amaze me” he grinned playfully.

“Then just tell me what you want!” anxious was growing inside of you, you needed to end this conversation right now or you would have a panic attack.

“Hey, I don’t want anything, I already have a soul…you are the one trying to sell me something in return” Jungkook waved his hands.

“Then please give me a help, what can I give you that’s worth my soul back…”

Jungkook stared right into your eyes, that was a question no one - not even himself had made before. What did he really wanted?.Jungkook’s sole purpose was to lure desperate mortals into trading their souls for superficial benefits. Since he was born, he lived for the crossroad, and never truly thought about other things, of course, he sometimes wished for things, but it never really occurred to him to actually try to make them come true. And now, before him, it was a mortal girl, prepared to do anything to have her immortal soul back.
What a turn of events.
Jungkook’s lips twirled into a cocky smile.

“Alright…you can have your soul back” Jungkook agreed. “But on one condition…”

You nodded “Anything…”

“You are my pet from now on…” Jungkook smirked nonchalantly.

“Eh?” your jaw dropped eyes wide as plates.

“My pet, my servant, captive, worker” he kept on naming synonyms dramatically. “Or you prefer to let it sink and think it over? I can always come back in 10 years!” he chuckled, playfully grinning.

Defeated you slumped on the arm of the couch.
You hated Jeon Jungkook. With all your soul.

Sighing, you continued. “Deal…” your pride hurt to the core, knowing there was no escape from the demon’s deal, cursing that stupid cow on the middle of the dark road.

“Dandy choice!” Jungkook cheered, rubbing his hands pleased. “Now about that sandwich…”

Tales of Miss Fortune(Part 2)

Here we are folks, part 2. There is no sin in this, unfortunately, but we get a look at Marinette and Adrien’s daily lives. And a cliffhanger.

First | Next

It was a general agreement that Monday sucked. It was even more of an agreement that Monday mornings, specifically, sucked even more. In fact, it was common knowledge that Monday mornings were the moment when most hopes and dreams died. And when there was a Monday morning at the Agreste Headquarters, well, that was when all aspirations, happiness, self-esteem, and trust went down the gutter. Adrien’s included. He tried to put his best professional face to show that he was a very equilibrated man, who gets a full night rest and is nothing short of a responsible adult and a perfect CEO for the Agreste fashion empire. As he walked confidently through the building, the employees were greeting him with that usual air of ‘shit, that’s the boss’, so he assumed his façade was working.

(Honestly, was he that scary? He certainly hoped not.)

When he was finally in the privacy of his office, he let his head fall on the table as he groaned miserably. He had a night from hell. Not only was he left with a boner, but also tied to a chair. And it was very hard to try to get out of that death grip without knocking the candle overs and setting the whole Louvre on fire. He arrived home exhausted and only managed to get two hours of sleep. And just when the sleep was the sweetest that’s when his alarm decided to wake him up. Hell knows the dark circles under his eyes were only hidden because of that luxurious concealer he was wearing. Whining again softly, he rested his cheek against his desk considering taking a nap right that second. But of course, he didn’t have the chance. A cup of coffee and a bag with a pastry were put in front of him. And if there was one thing he loved more than sleep it was food. His head shot up immediately.

“A café noisette and a croissant with extra butter.” Marinette Dupain-Cheng declared. As he dug in his breakfast, she glanced at the clock on the wall. “And just in time. 9:15.”

“I never knew you were a morning person.” he remarked in between two sips of coffee.

“Oh, I’m not a morning person. I just had a very busy night and just didn’t go to sleep at all.” she said with a satisfied smirk.

Busy night? She must have worked on designs, Adrien thought. Marinette was, after all, an amazing designer. He had been impressed with her portfolio when she applied for the internship and he decided there was no way he would let her carry the coffee and lunch orders of everybody in the design department for the year long period of the internship. Well, she was still bringing him coffee, yes, but she was also able to work on her designs whenever she was done with the tasks he was giving her. And he knew all too well how cut throat the fashion industry was and how sabotage and mental games worked when it came to newcomers. And while Marinette was a force to be reckoned with, he would rather save her all that trouble. He had been dealing with those things since he began to walk, he would rather not have anybody go through the same thing if he could help it.

“So, what’s on today’s agenda?” Marinette asked as he finished his croissant.

“Just arrange the schedule for the week and then you are free to design. If anything else comes up, I’ll tell you.”

Marinette nodded with a smile, moving to her desk on the other side of the great room. Adrien finished his coffee, depositing the bag and the empty cup in the trash bin under his desk and decided to try his best to focus on work. The coffee had helped a little, but not enough to make up for all the lost hours of sleep. A low tune filled the air and his eyes slipped to Marinette, who got to work already while humming a familiar tune. It sounded like the last Jagged Stone hit. Ah, Marinette had really great taste in music. And video games. And fashion. And food. And… everything really. She was a very efficient assistant and just a lovely person to be around in general. Sometimes Adrien wished he had a friend like her. Huh, friend. He tilted his head, wondering if it was a good idea to ask.

“Hey, Marinette,” he called across the room, getting her attention. First name basis was something he insisted on. Monsieur Agreste sounded too much like his father and it was making him feel super weird. The only two instances when they used formal titles were when they were joking around or when they were in front of other people. “Do you… do you consider me a friend?”

Marinette blinked surprised and Adrien wanted to punch himself in the face for asking. Until her lips curled in a smirk and a mischevious glint appeared in her eyes. It almost gave him a feeling of deja vu, for whatever reason. “Oh, my, Monsieur Agreste, what an improper question. So unbusinesslike.” she teased, before she gave him a genuine smile. “Sure, Adrien. I can be your friend.”

“Thank you.” he breathed out, turning back to his work and missing the sad expression that took over her features.

“No need to thank me.” she said back with a fond smile.

Well, at least Marinette was considering him a friend. Her and the fluffy god of destruction currently sleeping in his pocket. What a squad. Sometimes he wished he would have went to school like everybody ese, and make friends who might have liked him for more than his money or looks. He never had that chance. And ever since his father died, well, being a CEO as we as a supe hero didn’t give him th chance to mingel. Adrien sighed and begann typing an email.

Maybe he will just have a peaceful day for once.

(Spoiler alert: he doesn’t.)

He and Marinette were just exiting the building, deciding to go to get some dinner, cause they will be stuck at work over the program yet again. That was when four police cars with the sirens ringing passed by fastly. Adrien wanted to scream. Seriously? Again? Didn’t Miss Fortune have a life to take care of that didn’t imply robbing every museum in Paris?

“I wonder what that is.” Marinette thought out loud.

“A robbery, most likely.” Adrien said, while checking his pocket for Plagg. “You know, Marinette, why don’t you just go home. I’m giving you a free night.”

“Wait, where are you… ?” she didn’t have the chance to ask because he already took off running.

“I just forgot something I need to take care off.” he called over his shoulder. “Have a nice evening!”

And with that he disappeared around the corner, leaving a very confused Marinette behind him.

As it turned out, it hadn’t been Miss Fortune this time. Just a gang trying to steal from a jewelry store. Honestly, the fight didn’t last that long, but they had the boss of the store and two employees taken as prisoners so he had to get them out first. Chat Noir dropped in a dark alley, making sure no one was around as he dropped his transformation. Catching a yawning Plagg in his hands he snorted.

“Me too, buddy. Let’s go home.” the kwami didn’t even bother to ask for cheese.

As he made his way out o the alley carefully, he didn’t notice the pair of striking blue eyes following his every move.

“My, my,” a sweet voice mocked. “Look what the cat dragged in.”

Never judge a book by its cover

A/N: That’s a story I have written so long ago, just never knew how to end it until an hour ago; Enjoy.

Words count: 1900 ish

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: Talk about breast augmentation, body shaming, slight smut.

Originally posted by idealweightjensenacklesontopofme

Dean stared at the assistant he was asking some informations to. She has the widest low cut she could possibly wear at a work place, making her breasts looking like they were about to get out of her top. And had you never seen boobs as big as she had.

She had pretty much the body of one of those manga or hentai girl and hell, she was totally stunning, you thought.

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Auston Matthews - Proud

Originally posted by wonthetrade

I’m SO sorry this took me so long but I wanted to make sure it was perfect and I know nothing about ballet lol But I had so much fun with this, even if I started over like ten times! Thank you for requesting this :D

Request from @i-am-a-lost-girl16  :  Hi! Can I request an Auston Matthews imagine where you’re a dancer and he (and some of the team) come to your performance of the nutcracker? Just lots of cute fluff :) I love your writing!!!

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Cheeky Bets

“No Harry you cheated!” you shouted, “I totally won!”

“Obviously not love,” he smirked. Harry and you had a bet of who would win at game of mini-golf. You would have beaten him if he hadn’t cheated the entire game. He pushed you when you swung, he moved your ball when he thought you weren’t looking, and didn’t write the correct score down.

 Fighting with him would do no good. He knew he couldn’t beat you fair and square so he had to cheat. Both of you were very competitive and could turn almost anything into a competition. And many times that meant raising the stakes. Normally the stakes weren’t too high; it would be something stupid like what you had for dinner. However the stakes this time were completely different. Whoever won at mini-golf would choose something new to try in the bedroom.

Harry and your sex life was far from boring and yet the two you were always wanting to experiment. The problem was there were so many different things to try and the two of you couldn’t agree on one. One night you’d planned to try something, but instead argued about what to try. By the time the fight was over it was neither of you wanted to even have sex.

The whole week Harry had been smirking and making smart ass comments. If you’d been paying attention you may have caught on that he was dropping hints of what was to come, but you just thought he was being his normal self. He was always making cheeky comments so you never would have guessed anything out of the ordinary. The comment that should have alerted you was when Harry came up behind you running his hands all over your ass saying, “Always love this ass. M’gonna put it to good use soon.”

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Let me take care of you - Dean x reader

Requested by anonymous : 63 with dean please

63.  « Sweetheart, get off that table, we’re heading home. »

Pairing : Dean x reader

Summary : After a pretty rough hunt including vampires, Dean takes care of a drunk reader.

Warnings : Nothing else but fluff

Song ? : Listen to that if you want 

« This was a hell of a bloody hunt. » Dean remarked as he let himself collapse on the sofa.

« I totally agree. » you said as you sat not so without groaning on the chair, in front of Sam.

Vampires. Those blood suckers really gave you a hard time. No one has been badly hurt though, just minor wounds for the three of you. Nobody spoke during the way back, the only sound that could be heard was some rock song that Dean put on. The music was playing in the background while you, Sam and Dean were thinking about that bloody hunt. That was like that after each hunt : you always felt a bit guilty after killing them because those monsters were once human before turning, but you couldn’t do otherwise.

« I’m going to take a shower. I can’t stand smelling and feeling all that blood on me. » Sam announced as he stood up before walking towards the bathroom of that dirty and shappy motel.

« Alright Sammy. » you answered at the same time as Dean, causing him to smirk.

You threw a look at your damaged red fists, remembering every punch you gave with them. You winced as you slided your fingers on your fragile skin, a little bit of pain rushing through your hands.

« (Y/N) ? »

You turned around to look at Dean as you heard him calling you, your name sounding like a sweet melody on his lips. He was now sitting down on the sofa, facing you. You couldn’t help yourself but check him out quickly, like you used to do everytime you had the opportunity to.

« Wanna take a drink with me ? I’ll go nuts if I stay here all night. » Dean offered as he looked around him, raising an eyebrow when he noticed a spider web in the corner of the room, a sigh escaping from his mouth.

Your heart warmed up at the idea that Dean thought of you to accompagny him for a drink. You, too, needed to get your head out of this hunter life for a night. Plus, Dean would be with you, so what could you ask for more ?

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A/N: Kind of Peter appearance at the end. Again not purely concentrated on Peter until the next part

Part 1

Since the curriculum at Midtown was more challenging than what you were used to, you weren’t able to help Tony with his inventions like you did during the summer. Sometimes he’d whine about you taking a break, which would work for about half an hour. Tony was proud of how you were handling the work from school.

You were given a choice, since you could get to Midtown from your mother’s apartment or Tony’s. You absolutely loved the atmosphere and tinkering with Tony, but you didn’t want to hurt your mother’s feelings. Fortunately, you were not required to make the difficult decision because, as your grandparents got older, your mother felt guilty that they are living by themselves. She is staying in the suburb they live in, making it almost impossible to get to school on time.

During his run in with Captain America, Bruce Banner, Thor, Clint, and Natasha, Tony assumed the worst when he saw your number pop up on the Caller ID. “What’s wrong, kid?” he asked while the other people in the room looked at him incredulously. They were previously talking to him.

“Nothing,” you answered casually, “Just wanted to talk to my dad while he’s on a dangerous mission.”

“Okay, let me rephrase the question,” Tony continued, “What did you break?”

Ignoring his question, you immediately asked, “Is it true Steve Rogers is on a mission with you? Captain America?” You were slightly blushing on the other end, but Tony obviously couldn’t see that.

“Yeah, but he’s not as impressive as I thought he would be,” Tony answered in a straight forward tone. 

“After the mission, will I be able to meet him?” you ask, trying not to sound excited, but Tony picked up on it.

He responded, “I don’t like that tone. Stop it.” The thought of his daughter developing a crush on Captain America was beyond weird in his head. Of course, he knew that it was one of those celebrity crushes, since you were a teenager. That doesn’t mean he has to tolerate it.

“I’m merely suggesting that it would be interesting to meet the famous Captain America.”

You didn’t hear any words for a little, only reluctant groaning from Tony. “Fine,” he agreed, “He’ll come over one time. Then, once you see the real him, this will all be over.” You repeatedly thanked him before telling him to stay safe and hanging up. 

While Tony continued the mission, he didn’t hear much from you. Only a few texts about the tutor your teacher forced you to get. You were furious over it, since you were convinced that you didn’t need a tutor in Computer Science, but your teacher wanted you to learn something specific only the tutor could teach you.

Some of the Avengers with Tony were getting aggravated, but he simply responded to their protestations with, “You have a kid and then talk to me.” Most typically shut up after that.

After Loki was defeated, Stark Tower was being converted into a building for the Avengers. Since Tony was planning on spending most of his time there, you had your own room there. It was then when you finally met the famous Captain America, or Steve Rogers. He was moving into the building and Tony was showing him around when he saw you in the kitchen doing work. “Alright, here we go,” he muttered to himself, which confused Steve.

Wanting to get this over with quickly, Tony swiftly went through the room, hastily saying, “Steve, Y/N. Y/N, Steve. Nice that you two are acquainted. Now let’s go, Capsicle.”

You didn’t seem to protest, but Steve, still ignorant of the whole situation, insisted to properly introduce himself. The forties manners always followed him. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N,” he introduced himself while extending his hand, “I’m Steve.”

To Tony’s surprise, your response was very casual as if you didn’t care that Captain America, the same person you were almost obsessed with meeting almost a month ago, was in the kitchen. “Hey, Steve. Nice to meet you.” With that, you quickly glanced at your phone.

Tony excused you and him so he could get to the bottom of this. The two of you were in the hallway when Tony asked, “You did want to see Capsicle, right?”

“Oh, I guess I did.”

At that point, his mind was running like wild. What had managed to cause this sudden change of mind? He saw you look at your phone again and the pieces fit together all at once. “No,” Tony said distantly.

“What?” You were lost at what he was referring to.


“I have no idea what is wrong here.”

Tony said with disbelief, “No!”

You slowly waved your hand in front of Tony’s face. “Are you broken? Do I need a new Tony?”

Crossing his arms, Tony finally responded with something else, “Who is he? The new boy?” He looked at you knowingly. How could you even think for a second Tony wouldn’t notice.

“What?” You scoffed, “There’s no one.” As soon as you finished the sentence, your phone rang and you jumped to pick it up. “Hello? Oh, hi, Peter.” Tony was staring at you incredulously. “My house,” you echoed, while looking around at the place you called home before suggesting, “How about the library?”

Karamel Fanfic #27

Title: Someone Whom She Feels Happy With

Prompt: Alex wonders what’s Kara hiding when she finds the Kryptonian looking to buy a bed.

Also posted on AO3.

Requested by @myfangirlinghq. I hope you like this sweetie :) It kind of steered off topic around the middle (oops) so hope it was what you wanted. 

Note: It’s like around 1 a.m. right now, and I really didn’t have time or energy to edit this, so if there are any mistakes, I apologize beforehand. :)

If someone had told Kara that she’d be spending her afternoon in the DEO, with a laptop that she borrowed from Winn (not asking for it didn’t mean it was stolen), sitting down on the training room’s floor and looking for beds online, she would’ve frowned at them. If they also told her that the reason was because she’d actually broken the bed while having sex, she’d have outright laughed and told them to get their head checked.

Yet right now, that was exactly what she was doing. Searching online for a bed to replace the one at home that she broke with…Mon-El.

Her cheeks heated every time she thought about that. This…thing she had with Mon-El… She wasn’t sure how exactly it’d happened. She didn’t mean to…care about someone, not in that way. Her failed relationship with James showed that she wasn’t ready for it. She could barely manage being Supergirl and a reporter, she literally didn’t have time for a relationship.

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never enough (miniminter)

request: (@mishaddy) Can i get a cutsey simon one shot? Where he and her go clubbimg and some guy tries to flirt with her so simon puts a stop to it but feels insecure

you weren’t renowned for being the youtube party girl. instead you liked to uphold a clean cut image, keeping in mind that you had a young audience. so, it was fair to say you were the exact last person people were expecting to show up at the after party of the annual production of youtube rewind.

You daringly entered a room filled with many alcoholic beverages and horny young adults, determined to make it through the night and stick to your new years resolution of being more outgoing.

youtubers, both those involved and those who weren’t involved in filming loitered the cramped hallways of the house whose owner you were still unsure of. if it had been up to you, you’d have spent new years in the comfort of your own four walls but stupidly, you made a promise to chai when wrapping up filming that you would go to the after party on the release date of the rewind. which, coincidentally was new year’s eve.

looking around the room it became apparent that it didn’t even matter if you were apart of the production, or not. meaning chai had sneakily conned you into attending an actual new years party. whilst mentally reminding yourself to find a new best friend in 2017, you began shifting through people to search for someone you knew well enough to strike up a conversation with.

“aye, y/n” a voice called from behind you followed by a chorus of similar responses. you turn to see what is known as ‘the buttercream squad’ grouped together, one of the culprits had his red solo cupped raised inviting you over. disappointed that you hadn’t come across chai yet you made your way to the group of boys who’d taken a sudden interest in you.

“hi jack, boys” you said respectively, greeting the blonde who initially summoned for you.

“didn’t think you’d be here tonight gorgeous” jack admitted with a certain lust to his tone.

“yeah, thought you’d be the last person to show up at a stupid youtube party” joe adds in, unnecessarily.

looking down, you played with your rings to avoid giving a pathetic answer about why you hate this type of scene.

“oh, come on love. joe’s just winding you, don’t feel embarrassed” jack nudged after he’d moved uncomfortably close to you.

the boys continue to rave on a bit, slowly letting you perish from the spotlight. at some point or another jack had moved his arm to let it rest upon your shoulder, burning into you. the thought of the contact made between your skin and his made your mind get lost in its own world. it wasn’t until he let it drop from your shoulder, to the small of your back did you suddenly become aware of your surroundings again and the discomfort you’d endure for the past 5 minutes. and he wasn’t finished there, you could tell he was slowly inching towards your ass.

in which point you frantically jumped away from him, causing all the other boys heads to snap your way.

“jesus y/n, you alright?”

“yeah, just fine” you lash. “i’m going to go get myself a drink.”

“yeah, i’ll join you. i need a refill anyways” jack says trailing behind you, trying to keep up with the fast pace you had in attempt to get away from him.

after rushing to catch up with you he slows his pace, stopping in front as he whispered in your ear “i’m glad you felt the need to get us away too. maybe we should ditch this party it’s lame anyways…” he glances around the room for a second before uttering “i could think of a few things that would put you to good use.”

feeling nothing but disgust you push past jack still in hopes of crossing paths with chai, or really anyone that could save you from this creep.

“hey, slow down y/n. i’ve always fancied you, and i’m sure you find me attractive enough, it doesn’t even have to mean anything-.” jack getting cut off grabs your attention enough to stop storming away from him and see what caused the disturbance.

now stood between jack and yourself was a large frame, and lanky limbs. simon.

he guarded you with a protective and, in some ways an endearing stance as his hand that reached behind his back interlocked with yours.

the two of you had a thing on and off. although it never really went any further, and it had been at least a month since you’d last seen him. it wasn’t really a thing either, you just used to hang out just the two of you and he’d act like the perfect gentleman but in fairness you’d never even kissed the guy. so maybe it wasn’t a thing, maybe you weren’t anything more than friends, which would explain the growing distance between you both. but right here, right now, you couldn’t think of anything other than how protective he was of you and how nicely your delicate hands slipped perfectly into his strong ones.

“i think she wants you to leave her alone mate” simon warns.

“fuck off, i just wanted to have some fun. i wasn’t going to hurt her. besides i can get any girl here i’m not going to put myself out for y/n she’s not worth it.” jack walks backwards slowly, with his arms raised in the air to emphasise his innocence before disappearing back into the party.

simon turns to face you “you okay?”

wiping the tears from your eyes from jacks last comment before they fall you nod in response. “i’m okay si, you stood in before he did anything.”

simon stops momentarily processing what jack could have done to you and instantly feeling disgusted. “hey don’t cry, you’re okay. i promise i’d never let anyone hurt you” he says detaching your fingers so he could bring you closer and engulfing you into a warm hug. “c'mon let’s go sit somewhere quiet.”

you end up following simon outside, the cold of the night nipping at your bare skin. “here, let me” he says removing his flannel and placing it over you shoulders, leaving him in his plain black t-shirt that fitted him just nicely.

“you’re such a cliche” you laughed while gladly accepting his offer. he sits down besides you, letting your head rest upon his shoulder. you both sat in silence for a few minutes while you gazed at the midnight sky.

“y/n?” simon broke the silence, you hummed in response continuing to take in the view of the night stars. “i’m sorry i’m not enough for you”

you quickly sat up properly in order to look at the man beside you in utter confusion. “simon? what do you mean?”

“sarah told me you had a slight crush on me, or at least you used to..” you sighed in response, adding her to the list of people to murder later. “..but you need people like jack, who are confident and have all the time in the world to dedicate their love and affection to someone as gorgeous as you. all’s i’m saying is that i’m sorry i can’t be that person” he apologised.

i went to interject but he continued on claiming, “y/n you are one the prettiest and most intelligent girls i’ve ever come across. and the temptation to kiss you right here, under the moonlight is painfully strong. but, i know you deserve someone better than me, and sure as hell better than jack. i’m sorry for taking you on those dates that weren’t really dates because neither of us were brave enough to call them that, and for wasting your time-”

you’d heard all you needed. simon liked you, just as much as you liked him. you were no longer afraid of his rejection, and you needed to stop him from continuing on with his stupid speech. and the 10 second countdown to midnight was your perfect opportunity to do so. you cut him off in the only way you could think, by pressing your lips to his. letting you both get lost in one another momentarily. his fingers tangled themselves in your hair while your arms made their way to the nape of his neck. you openly welcomed the sudden warmth despite the chill of outside. the feeling of excitement rushed through you as you felt so comfortable with simon, unlike jack.

as you both pulled away slightly, you grinned at one another, panting slightly with your foreheads resting adjacent to the other.

boldly, you feel the need to address his previous assumptions “simon, you’ve always been enough. from the very second you entered chai and sarah’s apartment and our eyes met for the first time.”

he pulled you back under his arm, a permanent grin etched on his face, “what do they say about kissing someone you fancy at midnight of new year’s eve? is it that they’re obligated to go on a proper date with you in the new year?” he smirked knowing full well that you’d have gone on a date with him even if you hadn’t just kissed him.

The Neighbors ( 3/?)

 Summary: You’ve been in New York for about 3 years now moving here looking for a new experience. You grew up in a small town with you parents and siblings, so your new experience was city life. You began working at a hospital doing patient records and a moved into a cute little apartment in a mostly safe neighborhood in Brooklyn. After being at the hospital for a few months, you were presented with an amazing offer to switch from patient records to shadowing nurses, you just had to take a few classes outside of work while you worked with them. Since then, your life in New York has been great. But will it stay that way once you meet your new neighbors across the hall?

Warnings : swearing, bad flirting.

Pairings: Sam Wilson x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, eventual Steve Rogers x Reader


                                         Part 3 : The PJ Party

     After you shower and make yourself breakfast, you’re more than ready to pass the hell out. You crawl into your bed, pulling the blankets up to your chin and snuggling yourself further into them. You set an alarm for 6:45pm, making sure to give yourself enough time to get ready before going across the hall. As you lay back down, you can’t seem to stop thinking about tonight.

  What am I going to wear? Who the hell has pajama parties anymore? But Sam’s so sweet, like a little puppy. Should I wear what I have on right now?

You pull your blankets away so you can see your pajamas. You have on a pair of comfortable underwear that has flamingos all over them , and another giant band tee shirt.

I can’t wear this. I’ll look like a weirdo! Maybe I can dig out a pair of my old sleep shorts. Yeah, that sounds good.

After 15 more minutes of debating what to wear, you finally doze off.

   Beep Beep Beep

You go to hit the snooze button, but end up knocking the entire clock on the floor.

 "Son of a bitch!“ You roll yourself onto the floor to pick it up and place it back where it was. You’re still not completely awake, so you drag yourself to your bathroom and throw some cold water on your face. When you wake up a little more you start to get yourself ready to go to the guys. You fell asleep with your hair wet, so you try to tame the lions mane that your formed. You manage to smooth out your waves, so they don’t look as chaotic. Perfect start, now let’s find some pants.

 You rip through all of your drawers, looking for the pile of shorts you know you have somewhere. You finally find it in the last drawer. You drop the pile on your bed, picking each pair until you stumble across the winners.

  OH HELL YES.   You pick up a pair that you completely forgot about. They use to be your favorite before you opted for sleeping in just underwear. You slide the shorts on and switch out your band tee for a new shirt.

    You look in the mirror happy with your appearance.Your hair is down in somewhat tamed waves and you decide against makeup. You’re sporting black sleep shorts with a white stripe down the outside of your legs, and a white V-neck tshirt. The shirt wasn’t too baggy but it wasn’t too tight. You twist your body to get a better view of the back to make sure everything looks alright.

   Damn, did they always make my ass look like this…? You notice that the shorts cling on to the curve of your ass perfectly, but you can’t tell if they’re appropriate or not for tonight. You look at your clock to see how much time you have left. It’s already 7:50? How is that even possible? You decide to leave the shorts on, but you throw on some slipper boots, grab your phone and make your way across the hall.

 Before you knock on their door, you take a deep breath. Remember, they are just normal people. That occasionally save the world. And are hot. Super hot superheros. Damn it, Y/n! You make yourself blush, but knock on the door anyway.

  Sam answers and pulls you inside. You look around, noticing that all the boxes are gone and that it looks almost exactly like the setup of your apartment.

  "Well what do you think? I set everything up while those two slept last night.” You keep glancing around, noticing the décor and how awesome everything really looks. It was just a typical guy’s apartment, but it was really tidy. It was clean and simple. You love it.

“Sam it looks incredible! It’s so neat and organized,” you say as he leads you to the couch. When you look down at it, your eyes light up. It’s the biggest couch you’ve ever seen. The kind that people only see in the super expensive store. The cushions are  almost the size of a small bed and look so soft. Huh, must be from Stark.

You look at Sam before you dive onto the couch like a child. He lets out hearty laugh then follows your lead throwing himself down next to you.

“You know Y/n, you can’t have a pajama party without a fort…” Your eyes light up like a child’s on Christmas morning.

That’s it. He’s my new bestfriend.

“You’re totally right, Sam. You know what else? Candy, can’t have a pajama party without candy.”

You both just stare at each other before he speaks, “Did we just become best friends?” You both have the biggest, dorkiest smiles on your faces.

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“Yep!” Oh my God, he just quoted Step Brothers with me. Well played Wilson, well played.

               “Fucking finally someone to get my movie quotes! Those two still aren’t caught up to this time period, all my good reference go right over their heads,” he angrily confesses. You let out a snort and put your hand on his shoulder.

  “This is going to be a beautiful friendship, Sam Wilson.” He throws a fist into the air in celebration. Just then, Steve and Bucky walk through the doors with 4 boxes of pizza and a couple bottles of Pepsi.

When they see you, they both smile and say hello while they drop the items off at the counter.

Bucky gives you both a suspicious glance. “What did you two do? You look guilty.” Sam rolls his eyes, you laugh and shrug your shoulders.

“Nothing, yet.” You and Sam burst into a fit of giggles, and that causes Steve to laugh. Bucky just rolls his eyes as he walks over and sits down next to you, handing you a plate of pizza.You thank him, and watch as Steve brings Sam his. Sam picks a movie out of his very large movie collection and plays it without telling anyone what he chose.  Before you know it, the opening credits to Billy Madison starts playing, and you almost spit out your pizza.

  “THIS IS ONE OF THE BEST MOVIES,” you yell in excitement. Sam throws his hand up for a high-five, and you gladly give it to him.

  “At least someone likes my movie choices,” he exclaims. Both of his roommates roll their eyes and continue eating.

   “So Sam…fort time?” You ask, sending him an excited grin. He jumps up, ready to do it right that second. Bucky’s expression lights up too. I already love all of them.

“That’s what you two were plotting when we got here? Steve says. “No way! No forts! Buck and Sam can’t stand each other in normal spaces, I’m not dealing with them arguing over a fort.” You all huff in response to Steve’s parent-like attitude.

  You hear Sam mumble what you think is ‘Captain Buzzkill’. Bucky just flicks Steve off, earning him a glare. You laugh, noticing a smile on Steve’s lips as you do. All of a sudden, you feel a cool metal hand lay gently on your bare thigh. You look towards Bucky, raising your eyebrow. What is he doing?

“You know Doll, if you want to fool around in a fort we could always build one in my room. I could show you a few things, if you- “

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  Steve cuts him off by whipping a pillow at him. Bucky glares at him, sending you a wink. “The offers always open.” You roll your eyes, and he squeezes your thigh before removing his hand. Way to be discreet Barnes.

   Halfway through the movie, when everyone was full and finished eating, Bucky turns to you and asks, “So Y/n, have you always lived in New York?” The way he asks makes you think he already knows the answer. I bet anything they had Stark do a background check on me to make sure I’m not a stalker. Not surprising. You tell him about your hometown and the need for a change. As he keeps asking your questions, Sam and Steve join in. After Sam asks about your best friend, you decide it’s your turn.

“Woah woah woah, it’s my turn to ask guys!” They all nod in agreement, so you continue. “How long after you met me did it take for you guys to have Tony Stark run a background check on me?” They were all silent, until Bucky speaks up.

“Wow doll, you think we would have Stark do a background check on you? How cold.” You start to feel guilty and are about to apologize before he continues, “We had Natasha do it. If you want snooping done right, you’ve gotta have a spy do it.” He winks at you and you smack his arm.

“You ass! I almost felt bad about that!” He just chuckles and moves to his next question.

“So sweetheart, are you single?” Steve spits out his Pepsi, right at Sam, and Sam lets out a string of profanities.

“Jesus Buck, way to be subtle,” Steve mumbles. You can see a faint blush on his cheeks.

You let out a light laugh, “It’s okay Steve, I had a feeling it would be asked. And yes Bucky, I’m single. Are all of you?” You hold your breath, half wanting to hear Steve’s answer, half not wanting to know.

They all answer yes .Looks like the Universe is on my side for once.

    The night continues with random questions, some funny, some serious. By the time you all seem to run out of questions,  it’s about 4 a.m. In one night, you feel like they know you more than most people. You tell them about your family, past relationships, more about your best friend. It’s so easy to talk to them that everything just flows out. You also find out more about them than you could imagine. From their lives before the Avengers, to what they do in their spare time. You even unwillingly learned of Sam’s shit schedule, thanks to Bucky. When you go to leave the guys’ apartment, you hug them all goodbye. You notice Steve and Buckys hugs last a little longer than Sam’s does for you. You aren’t going to think too much into it though. Bucky offers to walk you to your door, which sends a laugh through you.

“Barnes, it’s literally 15 steps away.” He shrugs his shoulders, resting his hand on your lower back guiding you to the hall.

“I’m from the ‘40s, it’s the gentleman thing to do. Just humor me, doll.” You shiver at the nickname and a blush blooms across your features. You don’t miss the victorious smirk on his face.  if it was really part of the '40s charm, why Steve didn’t offer? Oh well. When you reach your door, you give him another hug, and turn to unlock it. When you turn back around, Bucky’s eyes are still lingering where your ass was just a minute ago. You clear your throat and cross your arms.

“My eyes are up here, Doll.” You smirk. Bucky blushes at being caught red-handed.

“Goodnight Y/n,” he says. You take that as your cue to step into your home. As you’re stepping away, Barnes lands a decent smack on your ass. You let out a yelp but by the time you turn around he’s already at his door and laughing.

Being a gentleman my ass. What the hell am I getting myself into?

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