Forelsket - Part Six

Characters - Steve Rogers x Reader, Natasha Romanoff, Bucky Barnes

Word Count - 1408

AU - Soulmates

Warnings - Language, Cliffhanger, Implied depression

A/N - I’m bringing this back and I’m taking it easy so it won’t be on a daily schedule. I still don’t know how it’s going to end tbh.

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Nat found herself in her usual spot, leaned against the kitchen counter with a hot mug of coffee in her hand. Blowing at the steam, she peered over the rim of her cup as Steve slipped out of your room. He squeezed the door closed behind him, being sure not to make too much noise for fear of waking you up. His hair was shaggy, his beard was lush and in need of a touch-up, and there were bags living beneath his eyes.

“How’s she doing?” Natasha asked in a hushed whisper as if the sound of her voice would disturb the stillness of the apartment. “I see you go in and out but feel like I haven’t seen her in days.”

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Banging Beats Ch. 1

Happy NALU day!

I wanted to write a one-shot for nalu day 2017, but this idea quickly grew into a multi-chapter story. So, you get chapter one for nalu day! :) I do not own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does. I do not give anyone permission to repost any parts of this story anywhere. Please be respectful.

Summary: All Lucy wanted was to go to the concert with someone. Her friends were busy, so she had to look outside of her inner circle. She wasn’t too picky, as long as they agreed to accompany her to the event and weren’t creepy. When she found the guy she wanted to go with, she quickly realized she might have been over her head with this one. Modern AU.

Genre: Friendship, Romance

Rated M for foul language, adult situations, and sexual content in later chapters.

This is going to be a short story. I’m aiming for three chapters total. There is no updating schedule, just when I find the time to write for this story.

Read on FF.net or AO3.


Chapter One: Beginning

Lucy frowned as she slipped her phone into her pocket. “That’s the last one,” she mumbled to herself, mentally crossing a name off the list. “Now what am I going to do?”

She wanted to see her favorite band, Fairy Tail, in concert for ages, and now they were finally coming near her town. Well, it was a three hour drive, but Lucy was more than willing to make it. She just had one problem.

She didn’t want to go alone.

It seemed like she could solve her problems easily. She had a lot of friends, so why not just ask one of them to go with her? However, that plan didn’t exactly work either.

Every single one of her friends was either busy, or didn’t enjoy that type of music.

Lucy couldn’t completely blame them. At first glance, she didn’t look the type to enjoy heavy metal music. However, that didn’t stop her from cranking the volume all the way up and headbanging when the moment felt right.

She was a closet metalhead who just wanted to see her favorite band live. She knew the option of going alone was there, but she didn’t like it. Not to be conceited, but Lucy knew she was pretty. It put her at a disadvantage some times when it came to male attention.

She could only imagine what would happen at a concert, considering the majority of metalheads were guys, and most of them enjoyed drinking. She didn’t want to get herself into a situation that made her uncomfortable.

Hell, she had been tossed around and groped a few times before at past concerts, and that was when she had friends with her! She didn’t want to find out what would happen if she didn’t have a friend there to help her out.

Sighing, Lucy gathered her supplies for class before heading out of her dorm. She quickly made her way across the campus towards the science building, not wanting to be late.

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Wondertrev Week:

Day 3: Alternate Universe(s)

College AU. 

Where Steve Trevor is a College Student with few problem. He was a social person until a thing happened and that lead to another and made him close himself from people. He is a loner and love books. He is majoring in English and minoring in History. 

Diana Prince is a College Student with very bright path. She is heir of her mother’s company. She is very kind, vibrant and love nature. Her happiness always been infectious to people around her. She is majoring in Business and minoring History.

When Steve Trevor and Diana Prince finally meet, they find something in each other. They forge a solid connection and along the way they fell in love.

Wander With Me | JUNMYEON

Genre: college!au | so fluffy i am decaying

Member: Junmyeon / Reader

Word Count: 1,300+

Warnings: too soft

NOTE: this college!exo series is heavily inspired by THIS amazing edit by @pcyults. i’m sorry if this doesn’t accurately represent junmyeon, i’ve written one fic for exo and that was yonks ago, so this is me trying to get into the swing of things again.

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Precious Chapter 2 (Update)

That’s ridiculous. He admonished himself, she is an adult, she can handle a stupid date! You shouldn’t be breathing down her neck like this.

He collected his things and went into the shower. The gym of their apartment building was well equipped and rarely had people around. Just how Ben preferred.

Ben was in the shower stall, letting the near scorching water cascade down his back. He could feel his muscles relaxing but his skin screaming at him for the assault.

He was snapped out if his meditative state when his phone went off. He hastily turned off the water, almost ran out of the stall, clutching a towel to wipe his hands so he could unlock his phone. In his haste and without his glasses he barely noticed who was calling.

“Rey, are you okay?” He panted into the phone.

“Ben! It’s me.” The nasal voice of Hux replied. “You don’t have your glasses on, do you buddy?”

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Thanks for all your support on chapter one. Shout out to my wifey and beta @reylorobyn2011

"How about a Venti size of you?"

Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defense

Pairings: Klance

Chapters: 1/?

Words: 1,054

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Lance sighs and rubs his eyes with his sweater paws as he walks into Starbucks. It isn’t his favorite café, but the coffee is good and the baristas are lookers. He awaits his turn in the short line with the occasional yawn. Once at the counter, he expects to see Allura, the normal barista, but instead he sees a new guy. Lance observes his face, completely awestruck.

“Are you going to order anything?” The barista narrows his eyes. Lance couldn’t help but notice that they are an interesting shade of indigo.

“How about a venti size of you?” Lance smirks and leans on the counter. The guy blushes darker than Lance’s red leggings and looks away frustrated.

“Okay, give me a venti featured dark roast with two shots of French Vanilla and topped with whipped cream. The name’s Lance, by the way.” Lance winks and makes finger gun gestures to him.

He pulls out his wallet from the galaxy book bag that’s hanging on his shoulder and pays the barista for the drink. The barista turns around and makes Lance’s drink.

Lance sits at a table in front of a large window. His bag slides off his shoulder and to the ground. Lance gazes out the window at the bustle of the sharply dressed people walking in and out of offices.

That’s one thing Lance never wants to do, be a businessman. He dislikes suits, saying they’re itchy and restricting. As a college student and aspiring dancer, he gets to wear what he loves; sweaters, shorts, leggings and crop tops.

“Lance!” The barista calls out his name and shakes him from his thoughts. Lance bounces up to the counter with a smile. He looks at his cup.

“How can you misspell ‘Lance’?!” Lance stares at how it’s spelled. Lainse. The barista shrugs and stifles a laugh. “No, come on-” Lance glances at the barista’s nametag, “-Keith. You must have done that for shits and giggles because my name isn’t that hard.” Lance is laughing and Keith is grinning.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Keith tries to stifle his giggles.

“Yeah, sure.” Lance’s laughs fade out and he sips his drink. “So, Keith, to make up for your mistake, how about you give me your number?”

“Lance! Are you distracting my workers?” Allura, the Starbucks manager walks in the front door.

“Sorry, Allura. It’s kind of hard when your barista is such a cutie.” Lance turns the woman. Allura rolls her eyes and walks behind the counter.

Lance goes back to his table with his drink, but doesn’t sit down. He rummages through his bag for paper and a pen. Lance quickly scribbles his name and number on a paper and goes back to the counter when Keith is helping another customer. Lance bites his lip.

Once the other customer leaves, Lance shoves the paper towards Keith who looks at it curiously. Keith grabs it after realizing it was Lance’s number.

“You know, just in case.” Lance rubs the back of his neck and smiles softly. Keith nods.

“Just in case.” He repeats. They stare at each other until Lance’s phone rings, causing them both to look away quickly and blush.

“Hey, Hunk,” Lance greets happily.

“Lance, you’re late, again! Professor is going to kill you,” Hunk whispers. Lance’s face pales.

“Well-”

“Don’t say you’re going to skip again. You are one absence away from getting kicked out of class.” Hunk interrupts him.

“I’ll be there in four minutes flat. See you then,” Lance says and hangs up his phone.

Lance turns back to Keith, “see you around, Keith.” Lance rushes to grab his back and rubs out the door towards his university.

After almost running into four people and getting his white high top Converse dirty by stepping in a puddle, Lance makes it to class. Trying to regulate his breathing, he quickly signs the attendance board and gets in his seat beside Hunk before his professor turns around.

Professor Douglas, or Douchebag as the students call him, turned and squinted his eyes.

“So glad you could join us, Mr. McClain.” Lance groans and Professor Douchebag goes back to his lesson.


Lance is deep in his note taking when his phone goes off. A vibration in his bag that is loud enough for the surrounding students to hear and glare at him. He sheepishly grabs it out his bag. Lance hopes it’s Keith, but no such luck. It’s his dance instructor. He sighs and tosses his phone back in his back, vowing to check it once class ends.

“I swear he gets even more boring with every lesson.” Hunk groans after class. Lance laughs and nods his head. Lance’s phone rings again and he groans. Lance grabs his phone again.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Lance, did you get my text?” His dance instructor asks.

“Yeah, I did. I just got out of class though. I haven’t checked it yet.” Lance switches the phone to his other ear and yawns.

“Ballet has been canceled for today. My niece is sick.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I hope she feels well soon.”

“Thank you. Me too. I’ll hopefully see you next week.”

“Bye.” Lance hangs up.

Lance and Hunk walk to their next class, physics. They take their seat next to Pidge. A freshman who was by far the smartest in the class.

“Sup, Pidge,” Lance says. Pidge groans at her phone in response.

“Everything okay?” Hunk asks sitting on the other side of Lance.

“My friend is being an idiot.” Pidge slips her phone into her back pocket as the professor walks in.


An hour and a half later the group is on their way to Pidge’s apartment to have an all night video game binge.

“I’m going to kick your ass!” Lance yells and flings himself onto Pidge’s couch.

Pidge snorts, “in your dreams.”

Pidge’s phone rings. She nods a lot and hangs up.

“My friend is coming over. He got into a fight with his brother.” Pidge sets her phone on the counter.

Lance and Hunk nod. They pile their stuff in a corner.

A knock sounds at Pidge’s door.

“I’ll get it,” Lance says bouncing off the couch.

Lance throws the door open to be met face first with the barista from earlier.

“Keith?” Lance breaths out.

A blush covers Keith’s face, “Lance?”

anonymous asked:

Do you know the fic in which there is a blog dedicated to Stiles touching himself without realising and his hands and the pack call derek to go sort him out because they can't tell Stiles because he'd be too embarrassed? Sorry that's all I remember. Love you guys!

@cathcer1984 says it’s this one! 

Originally posted by dylanobriengirl

Cat Farming in the Cascades by eeyore9990

(1/1 I 3,034 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek has no idea why, but Stiles has this really horrible, absolutely unconscious habit of fondling himself. All the time. In public, in private, it doesn’t matter.

Really, this is probably at least partially Derek’s fault. Because he didn’t somehow stop Stiles’ behavior back when he’d had the chance, and the kid apparently never learned not to touch himself in public. So now he’s doing it enough that random people are taking videos of him fondling his junk in his university classes. Oh god.

Blue Margarita (Bucky Barnes x Reader) part 1/?

                       ~ In memory of the first drink that made me puke ~


                                 Was it the drink? Maybe it was the salt.


Summary (not really): What do regular college students do on a Friday night? Party, of course. College AU. Assumes certain aspects of the reader. Mentions of alcohol. Drink responsibly!


“You’re going, right?”

You felt your roommate look at you from head to toe. Clad in pajamas and fluffy slippers, you were lazily lounging on the couch while munching on some cereal. It was almost 9 PM, but who’s going to arrest you for eating cereal at night?

“Um, about that—”

“I’m not taking any excuses this time.”

You hung your head in defeat. Natasha was your best friend (and roommate), but you were polar opposites. She was outgoing, popular, and sociable. Her grades are a little above average and yet she still manages to make time for parties every other friday night. You on the other hand, while your grades were outstanding, were more recluse, serious, and, well, responsible. Everyone you knew that went to frat parties get shitfaced. Everyone. It also didn’t help that this particular party she was dragging you to was one of the most awaited parties of the semester. Civil War. Sounds intimidating. Why was it called that again?

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lxterallyfatima  asked:

Do you have any fics in which James and Lily cook something together

We have a cooking/baking tag, plus these fics:

Title: Cookies 
Author: theseplasticdiamonds
Rating: T
Genre(s): Romance, Humour
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 507
Summary: James Potter and Lily Evans decide to bake cookies. The shortest and fluffiest thing I’ve ever written, adorableness galore.

Title: it’s just something that i want to do
Author: MeganRachel09
Rating: T
Genre(s): Muggle AU, Romance, Fluff
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 4,016
Summary: Lily Evans has had what definitely qualifies as the worst day of her life when her fit new neighbour stops by to remind her that she has managed to leave her clothes hanging out on the line in the middle of a thunderstorm. But maybe with a bottle of wine and the help of a certain messy-haired young man, she can still manage to turn her day around.

Title: Nude Fondue
Author: javabi
Rating: T
Genre(s): Fluff, Humour
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 1,752
Summary: The year is 1979. Lily and James go grocery shopping and James decides he wants to try cooking a fondue recipe he finds at the supermarket. As you can imagine, chaos (and some nudity) ensues.

Title: I didn’t really think this counted
Author: SweetAssAliens
Rating: Unrated
Genre(s): Muggle AU, College AU
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 1,564
Summary: James is baking cookies at 3am in the communal kitchen and almost burns it down, evidently waking Lily up. 

Smoke and Flames 《Natepat》[Part Two]

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Nate stood outside the dorm room Matt had scribbled the number down for, raising his hand as if to knock, only to lower it again. This had to have been the hundredth time he’d done this, rethinking his decision over for ever coming here, ever promising to be friends with this weirdly optimistic kid.

He dipped his hand into his jacket pocket, pushing past the half empty carton of cigarettes and the silver lighter to pull out the scrap of paper he’d been given, reading it over for the sixth or seventh time:

Building B, Dorm #215- See ya then! Matt

Nate glanced up at the number on the door, which was plated in false gold, his stomach twisting a bit. The numbers and letter matched perfectly… B-215.

So, after shoving the paper in his pocket, Nate gave a loud knock on the door, but instead, a different brunette answered him. He was taller then Nate, and a bit cubbier as well, with shining eyes and a smile that could light up any room.

“Can I help you?”

Nate felt his heart stop a bit. Was it possible he actually did have the wrong room? Was this guy just shitting with him?

“Uh, sorry. I think I have the wrong room… I-I’ll just–”

“No, wait, you’re here for Matt, right?”

Goddammit… If only he’d been a little quicker turning around, running in the direction he came.

“Uh, yeah, I guess that’s what his name is.”

The brunette seemed to smile brighter, and that glowing and radiating joy made Nate’s stomach sour. How was this kid so damn happy?

“Yeah, he’s here.” He stepped to the side to allow Nate in, and the smaller male slowly slipped past him, looking into the dorm. It was much more organized then his own dorm, that was for sure, but he couldn’t determine which of the two was the neat freak.

“You must be Nate… Right? I think Hunter’s talked about you before.”

Nate sighed and nodded. God only knows what Hunter told this guy. He was too much of a damn chatter box, and in short, it really pissed him off sometimes. But, then again, what didn’t?

“Yeah. Yeah, that’s me.”

“Well, I’m Andy. Pleased to meet you.” And with that, Andy led Nate inside the warm and almost welcoming room, Matt sitting on his bed, typing away on his computer.

“Matt, you have a visitor.”

The brunette looked up so fast, Nate could’ve sworn he was going to snap his neck. He looked so excited to see him, leaving the ebony to wonder why?

Who would be excited to see him?

“Hey!” The brunette on the bed chirped while the one standing next to Nate slipped out of the room, leaving the two to themselves.

“Uh, hey…”

Matt closed his laptop and set it to the side, noting how stiff Nate was. That was alright, honestly, it just meant that they needed an ice breaker in Matt’s mind.

“So, whatcha been up to?”

Nate didn’t know why he was just so stiff and tense around Matt. He was defiently uncomfortable, that much was apparent, but something about being with someone larger then him by himself alone almost… Intimidated him.

“Nothing… Much.”

No, what was he doing? He was an asshole, not some stuck up pansy prick. Why was he so unbelievably tense around Matt? It was weird, the feeling that enveloped him, and yet, he couldn’t quite place his finger on it.

So, instead, he dipped his hand into his pocket, pulling out the packet of cigarettes and the lighter, tapping out one of the pre-rolled tobacco rolls before settling it between his lips and lighting it, inhaling so the tip glowed orange and he exhaled a cloud of smoke once he pinched the cigarette between his fingers and pulled it away from his lips.

Matt frowned as he watched Nate do this. It’s not like he had a problem with being around the smoke or anything –Hell, a lot of his friends were smokers– but, he was more concerned about the health issues that it would bring.

“You know those things are filled with over four thousand chemicals and forty-three known carcinogenic compounds, right? Those things can kill you.”

Nate raised an eyebrow. What gave this kid the right to be a walking-talking cigarette PSA?

“Yeah, I got that,” Nate snapped, tapping the ashes into an empty paper coffee cup, “That’s kinda the point. I’m trying to speed this shit up here.”

Matt had never seen someone so eager to throw away their own life, especially when they had so much potential to do something great with it.

“I-I mean…”

“Look, was there any special reason you wanted me to come?” The ebony grumbled, smoke curling around his head almost hypnotically, “Because if not, I’m heading back.”

Matt seemed to snap to whatever he was planning on doing, his bright smile returning as he turned to dig through a duffle bag. “Yeah! I wanted you to add your contact to my phone, just so we could stay in touch, y'know?”

Why in the world would this kid want to stay in touch with him? He’d been nothing but an asshole to him this entire time… And he wanted to be friends?!

So, Nate blurted out the first excuse he had;

“I don’t have a phone.”

Matt turned to him with a frown, his phone in hand. “Really? I could’ve sworn I saw you with a phone earlier today… Must’ve been a calculator.”

Why did that heartbroken look get him every time? God, Nate hated it, the way those oak eyes would swim with sadness if he said something that particularly upset the brunette.

“What I mean is… I’m due to pay my bill soon, so I won’t have minutes.” This was also a blatent lie, but, of course, Matt didn’t see this. He instead held his phone out.

“Well, go ahead and put your contact in, and when I message you, you’ll have my number when you get minutes on your phone!”

Nate huffed out a sigh and took the device, typing in his name and number before handing it back to Matt. “That it?”

The brunette beamed as he took his phone and looked down at the contact information, saving the contact and powering the device off. “Well, there’s a party in building C, and I was wondering if you wanted to go.”

And again, for the second time that day, Nate found himself doing something he would truly regret as he muttered, “Sure”, allowing Matt to tug him out of his dorm towards the sounds of pulsing music and alcohol.

ce monde est une tempête

By astringxnt (( 1/1 | M | 21,163 ))

they say that one should fall in love with their eyes open, but Jungkook keeps his closed, and Taehyung is afraid that they’ll fall in all the wrong places.

the concept of strings in space time theory is that on a one dimensional plane, one only has the option of going backwards or forwards in their direction of travel. Jungkook chooses to be swept along into the unknown, with Taehyung as his only anchor.

admin nj - this was so cute and well written,, the amount of angst was perfect ;-; read it and cry with me

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Memory Box - AngelWritesThingz97 - Voltron: Legendary Defender [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 9/?
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron), Allura/Shiro (Voltron), Hunk/Shay (Voltron)
Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Hunk (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Coran (Voltron), Matt Holt
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Child Abuse, Past Child Abuse, Angst with a Happy Ending, klance, Bisexual Lance (Voltron), Keith and Shiro are Adoptive Siblings, Gay Keith (Voltron), thace will probably show up eventually, this isnt a slow burn, shallura voltron
Summary:

“Now, once I call out your groups, I want you all to come together and come up with your topic, alright?” Coran explained, looking through the packet.

“Yes, Professor,” The class answered in unison.

—–

“Pidge, you’ll be with Hunk,” Coran called out after listing about six groups before them.

Pidge and Hunk looked at each other, clearly frustrated that they didn’t get their respected usual partners.

“If you touch my computer, you’re dead, Garrett,” Pidge hissed under their breath.

Hunk shrunk in his seat and leaned away from Pidge.

“Keith, you’ll be working with Lance,” Coran called afterwards. He gave the two a stern look. “And don’t rip each other’s throats out, please.”

Lance spit-taked his caramel-mocha latte with extra cream and sugar, and Keith’s head shot up from the table.

TLDR: Lance and Keith get paired up for a class project but they hate each other. Keith has demons, Lance has demons, Keith won’t tell lance his demons, problems occur. Established relationship probably around the middle of the fic.