curls for his girl

Jealousy

Prompt: The day Morgan comes by, Kevin also comes by to see Penelope. Luke’s feelings and reactions to that. Requested by @thenibblets

Pairing: Garvez

Words: 1,070

I took a little liberty with the timing of this one, so I hope you don’t mind love!

Today was supposed to be a good day.

Today was supposed to be an easy day.

The case wasn’t easy, per se, but he knew at the end of this extremely long shift that he would be able to go home and curl up with his girls. And, he would tell anybody who would listen that he was really looking forward to that.

Today was not supposed to include a best friend and an ex-boyfriend monopolizing most of his girlfriend’s time.

Luke Alvez was not jealous, that is something that he knew for certain. Jealousy was absolutely not the reason that he was currently pacing in front of her office while still dressed in his kevlar vest. Jealousy was certainly not the reason his heart was beating faster than it had when he was chasing down the UnSub. And, jealousy was definitely not the reason that he was glaring at the partially closed door while hearing her giggles filter into the hallway.

“Hey, Luke…” Matt said, announcing his presence to the pacing man as he turned the corner, stopping short at the sight of his co-worker. “What’s eating you?”

“Nothing,” Luke says, glancing over at the other agent before turning back to the black door with a glare. He pauses when he hears her breathy voice exclaim Kevin’s name. Luke looks over at Matt, wondering where the growling was coming from before realizing that the rumble was in fact, coming from his own mouth.

“It’s just Derek.” the other man announces, clapping his hand on Luke’s shoulder as he continues past him towards the bullpen.

“And Kevin,” Luke mumbles, rubbing his hand across his jaw. Listening to the soothing sound of his calloused hands rubbing against the stubble littering his face. “Kevin…”

“You don’t have to be threatened by Kevin,” Matt replies, turning back to Luke in the hallway, with a smirk.

“Threatened?” Luke repeats with a scowl. “I’m not threatened by…that’s ridiculous…”

“Right,” Matt counters with a chuckle, “So take off the vest and go see your girl, I’m sure she misses you.” Luke nods, walking to the door and stopping short with his hand pressed flat against the front of the door before turning and walking quickly down the hall.

Luke Alvez, was not threatened by an ex-boyfriend, especially not one that loved his girlfriend enough to propose. The sheer thought of her wearing someone else’s ring did not cause a thin layer of sweat to break out on his forehead. It also, did not, cause his heart to begin beating extraordinarily fast in his chest. That same thought did not send him into a panic as he stared at himself in the bathroom mirror. And it definitely did not cause him to rip off his kevlar vest and unbutton his shirt because he felt like he couldn’t breathe. No, that was preposterous, he doesn’t have panic attacks. And, Luke Alvez doesn’t ever feel threatened.

“What’s up, Alvez?” the Hispanic man turns his hand to stare at the man who entered the bathroom while he was staring at himself. Luke finds himself nodding, quickly locking eyes with the man in the mirror. “Penelope has been asking for you.”

“Thanks,” Luke replies, reaching out to wash his hands and pick up his vest.

“Alvez, you don’t have to worry about Kevin, Penelope doesn’t want him.” The dark haired man pauses on his way to the door with stiff shoulders.

“Worry, I’m not worried,” Luke responds, reaching out to yank on the door handle.

“Sure…” Morgan yells after him, the last thing Luke heard before the door snapped shut was the boisterous laughter of the other man.

Luke Alvez was not worried. In fact, he hadn’t worried in years if he was being honest with himself, which he wasn’t. But the thought of being worried had nothing to do with the fact that he had positioned himself outside of her office with his arms crossed over his chest, and his face set into a scowl. Worry was not the reason his blood was boiling at the thought of Kevin being anywhere near his girlfriend. And worry was definitely not the reason, he was shaking at the thought of their previous relationship, choosing instead to ignore anyone who was in her life before him.

It wasn’t the fact that he knew exactly what she looked like when she smiles brightly at a man, making that person feel as if they were floating on top of the world. It wasn’t the fact that Luke knew exactly what it felt like to be loved by the most genuine person in the world, making that person feel as if they were the only person in her life. It wasn’t the fact that he knew exactly the sound she made after she had been so thoroughly kissed that her bones weakened and turned to putty in his hands. And it wasn’t the fact that he knew he loved her from the very moment he saw her two years ago.

It wasn’t all of these things combined that caused the man to push himself off of the wall he was leaning against and race to the door of her office. It wasn’t all of these things that caused Luke Alvez to push the door open and stroll over to the woman with a purposeful stride, reaching out for her hand and pulling her into his arms. It wasn’t everything that he was currently feeling that caused the man to grip her face between his hands and pull her lips against his in front of her best friend and her ex-boyfriend, silencing the surprised squeak she admitted to being swept off of her feet. It wasn’t the fact that she felt extraordinary in his arms as she relaxed and opened her mouth to allow his tongue to battle with hers, that caused him to keep kissing her, walking her back towards the door. It wasn’t the sound of her breath leaving her body when her back connected to the doorframe that caused him to kiss her harder.

No, it was none of these things he realizes as he pulls away from her and presses his lips to her forehead with a calmed heart and steady breathing.

Are you jealous?” Penelope asks with her eyes closed, he shakes his head and presses his lips to hers again.

“Territorial,” he answers before kissing his girlfriend again. “there’s a difference.”


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I don’t play by the rules

Pairing: Peter parker x Stark! reader

Summary: Peter Parker falls hard for the new girl, and while he can’t do anything about it a certain masked hero might.

 word count: 2135

y/bf/n= Your best friend’s name

warnings: slight makeout? 

PART 2   PART 3

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Originally posted by tomshollandss

It happened on a Tuesday. A regular day you might say, however it was the day everything changed for Peter Parker. There he was on his chemistry class thinking it was just another boring class, another wasted hour, at least he thought that until the door opened, revealing the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

Standing in front of the class was Y/n Stark. Everybody knew who you were, your dad was Iron man, for God sake! You came in the classroom with a designer outfit and bag that was probably more expensive than Peter’s whole wardrobe.

Peter continued to watch you as the teacher told you to seat right at the front of the class. Not only were you a really pretty girl, with the brightest smile and the kindest eyes, but you also had to be very intelligent, since this was the Chemistry AP class. Well of course she is intelligent dumbass! Her father is Tony Stark! She has obviously been in his labs before!

After that first time he saw you everything went downhill. He could never gather the courage to talk to you, let alone ask you out, so he settled for watching you from afar. She probably thinks I’m a creeper, Peter thought, however he couldn’t bring himself to care. He could watch as your smile got bigger when someone told you a joke, and how your eyes will get particularly bright whenever you got a good grade at math. He didn’t care about anything else.

Not long after your arrival to the school he got his so-called “stark internship”,  or his role as Spiderman. This didn’t change much for him. He was still a nerd loser and you were still  a popular girl that was way out of his league.

“Seriously dude! how come you’ve never even said a word to her?” Ned asked Peter as they made their way into the gym.

“Is not that easy Ned! She doesn’t even know I exist!”

“But you are like, totally in love with Y/!” Peter quickly muffled Ned’s mouth, stopping the boy from saying anything else.

“Geez Ned! Don’t you want to shout it to the world?!” Peter started lowering his hand and headed towards the group of people exercising. “You can’t just go around saying that! Someone might hear you!”

“I’m sorry but, like, I still can’t believe it! Don’t you see her everyday? in the, you know, Stark Internship?”

Since Ned found out about Peter being Spider Man he had made questions non-stop, pretty ridiculous questions, if you asked Peter.

“Ned I don’t just hang out at the Avenger’s tower you know? I have to be on the streets! Besides, she is totally off limits I mean! She is Mr. Stark’s daughter! He would kill me if-”

“Shhh- SHhhhhh! Peter listen!”

This time he was the one to shut up as both boys listened to a conversation happening at the bleachers across them. It was Y/n, looking as beautiful as she always did, surrounded by her usual crowd.

“Sooo Y/n, you must be surrounded by all those superheroes at your house right? You know, because of your dad?

“Well not all the time, but yeah, they hang out pretty often” She responded, trying to sound chill about the topic. Not everybody noticed, but Peter knew just how tired she felt about having to talk about his dad and the avengers all the time. None of the people that followed her around really knew her. Yes they knew about her life and her family, but besides that no one seemed to take interest in getting to know her for real.

That was kind of the reason why he prefered to hide his identity. Well, that and the possibility of being kidnapped and killed.

“Are you friends with them?”  “Are they nice?” “Are they hot?” “Is Captain America a real blonde?”

A load of questions were asked at you, however one catched Peter’s attention again.

“Are you friends with spiderman? Do you know who he is?”

“I’ve actually never talked to him, he’s never at the tower when I’m there” she replied shrugging her shoulders. She really was clueless to the hero’s identity.

“Seriously Y/n? Weren’t you supposed to be Spiderman #1 fan?” Y/bf/n asked, as she wiggled her eyebrows at Y/n.

A blush spread to the girl’s cheeks as she smiled shyly. Of course she had a tiny crush with Spider Man (even though she didn’t have a clue of who he was), however he never seemed to hang around the tower as the other Avengers. Maybe he liked being alone.

The conversation was quickly dropped after the coach told them all to get back to work, however Ned was not done.

“Dude! She likes you!” You have to talk to her tonight!”

“She doesn’t like me! She likes Spider Man, not Peter, besides-”

“I swear to God that if you don’t make a move on her tonight I will stop being friends with you! You have to promise me you will try! Deal?

“Deal”

Could it be possible that the most beautiful girl he had ever laid his eyes on had a thing for him? Even if it was the suit she was in love with Peter couldn’t stop the smile that crept through his face all day and the knot he felt on his stomach every time he looked at Y/n.

And that is exactly why he found himself later that night ready to go talk to the girl of his dreams. He already knew the crew will be out with Mr Stark in some mission he was not allowed, so that cleared the way for him. And anyways he was always welcomed in the tower, at least that what they always told him.

“You can do this Peter, you got this”

Peter tried to give himself a little of motivation before knocking on your door,however he couldn’t find the strength to raise his hand and knock on it, he felt like a bundle of nerves! None of his previous fights or encounters had him feeling this way, he seriously needed to control himself! Peter tried once again to knock on the door only to be stopped when the door opened completely, revealing Y/n in her pj’s and her glasses, apparently ready to go to bed.

Both teenagers looked at each other with complete shook in the faces, one behind his mask of course. The girl was completely speechless, she couldn’t believe the Spider Man was in front of her! And had seen her in just some sweats! She blushed deeply as she realised her appearance.

Peter tried to think of something, anything to say to her, however he couldn’t seem to find the words. After a long silence Y/n finally broke the silence as she leaned against the door.

“I can’t believe Spider Man is at my door! To what do I owe the pleasure?”

The girl was trying to keep it together, however she was still freaking out, but she couldn’t let her stupid crush affect her! This was her chance to get to know him! She could feel her flirtier side creeping up, trying to smile wider and lean closer to the boy.

“Well- I umhh- I just wanted to- you know- visit my favorite Stark” Peter said as he tried to recover from his initial shook.

“Then I guess you are looking for my dad, however he is not around”

“I actually meant you, I’ve been waiting to meet you for a long time now”

The girl was surprised by what the boy had just said. Did he know her? How come they had never met before?

Y/n started moving inside her bedroom once again, looking over her shoulder to continue “Since I’ve got no plans for tonight you might want to hang for a while, you know, to get to know each other and stuff”

Peter did not need to be told twice before he followed her around and into her room. Well, bedroom was an understatement to what her place really looked liked. It seemed more like a apartment of her own, with a big tv are, followed by what appeared to be her studio with a shit ton of books and finally her actual bed. She went into the couch in front the TV as Peter followed her close behind. She finally seated down facing the boy.

“Why are you here with me right now and not saving the world as usual?”

“Can’t a man take a break every once in awhile? Besides, I’m pretty sure your dad is taking care of that at the moment”

“You are probably right, sooo anyways..You said you had wanted to meet me for a long time, so here I am, what is it that you wanna know?”

“Well nothing in particular- it’s just that- you are- you are a really beautiful girl”

The girl felt herself blush at the words of the boy behind the mask. He probably did have a thing for her then? There was only one way to find out the truth.

Y/n leaned closer to Peter, looking into what she supposed were his eyes and took him by the shoulder as she played with the curls in the back of his head.

“So you think I’m a beautiful girl?” She said with a teasing voice, trying to make the boy a little nervous, obviously succeeding.

“The most gorgeous I’ve meet”

Peter could say this without any hesitation. Right in front of him was the most beautiful girl on earth. Her big eyes were looking at him and she was even closer than before, he was getting kind of nervous, but her fingers in his hair kept him just in place, right where she wanted him.

“So if I’m so beautiful, how come you’ve never paid me a visit before?”

She had started talking in mere whispers, now moving her other hand into his chest, playing with the material of his suit.

“I wanted to!- I totally wanted to but- you know your dad’s rules right? I’m not really allowed to”

She started to lift his mask, revealing only his mouth before saying.

“Well Spider-boy, you should already know I don’t play by my father’s rules”

Right after she finished she crashed her lips into Peter’s making the boy let out a surprised gasp. He was kissing her! They were kissing! He couldn’t believe it!

Meanwhile the girl was feeling exactly the same. She didn’t knew where she got the guts to do it, but she was glad she did.

His fingers sanked  into her hair as they continued kissing, Peter finally out of his trance brought his other hand to the girl’s face and cupped it, deepening the kiss further.

He felt himself biting into the girl’s lips, as a quiet moan escaped her lips. Y/n pulled apart only to straddle his hips with her thighs and roll her hips along the way, giving them both a little of the friction they needed, but not enough.

Peter grabbed her waist trying to pull her closer to him, his hand making their way to her legs, touching and stroking her thighs. They were heavy breathing, kissing longer, harder, rougher. Both teenagers tried to take and taste as much as possible, urgent and desperately, fighting for dominance.

He pulled apart and went straight for her neck, sucking and biting, leaving what would sure become hickeys by the morning. His morning somewhat bored with her long legs moved to her hips once again, before sliding under her t-shirt and holding her closer, moving his hand right under her bra.

The soft whimpers that would leave her mouth every time he bite a specific part kept him going. Another movement yet another time they would feel that friction and that need to pull harder at the other.

Y/n as getting pretty tired of that stupid mask getting in the way, so she pulled apart ready to get it off him, however a noise down the kitchen distracted her. She heard her dad’s voice calling for her! The whole team was there already? How had they missed it?

Peter realised the situation as well  as he quickly pull stood up and headed towards the window.

“I really have to get going, I’m sorry!”

“Will I see you again?”

Peter pulled the girl close to him for one last kiss, a long lingering one. A kiss he had dreamed over and over again.

“Sooner than you think”

With this last words the boy pulled his mask down and disappeared through the window, swinging his way from building to building.

Man! He could not wait to tell Ned the good news!

friendship bracelets // stiles stilinski

Summary: Stiles & Y/N discover that true love isn’t anything like they expected it to be

Requested: no

Pairing: Stiles & Y/N

Warning: yes, mature language, themes, & smut

Masterlist

When he was 3 years old, he watched in amazement as the big truck pulled up to the curb of the suburban neighborhood he called home. With his nose pressed against the glass he watched two men step out of the truck and start unloading boxes onto the driveway. The simple action fascinated him for reasons he couldn’t explain.

The sun caught the exterior of the bright red minivan that pulled into the driveway, causing him to squint. He couldn’t believe his eyes when a girl hopped out of the backseat.

“Woah.” He mumbled against the glass, his hot breath causing it to fog up. Quickly wiping it away, he watched as she danced around the lawn while the rest of her family started moving boxes. Her pigtails bounced behind her as she ran around.

“Stiles? What are you doing?” His dad asked curiously. Before he could answer, his father noticed the moving truck and family moving in across the street. “Wanna go say hi?” His father offered, placing a hand on the small boy’s shoulder. Nodding furiously, he smiled up at his father. 

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Reasons why I love Francis Abernathy
  • “ ‘Cubitum eamus?’ ‘What?’ 'Nothing.’ He transferred the cigarette to his left hand and offered the right one to me. It was bony and soft-skinned as a teenage girl’s.”
  • “Boo,’ he said. We both jumped back. Francis smiled thinly, light glinting off his fraudulent pince-nez. Cigarette smoke curled from his nostrils.”
  • drives an old convertible Mustang very very carefully
  • “Good girl,’ said Francis, winding the bandages around the arch of her foot. Like most hypochondriacs, he had an oddly soothing bedside manner. 'Look at you. You didn’t even cry.’ 'It didn’t hurt that much.’ 'The hell it didn’t,’ Francis said. 'You were really brave.”
  • “Francis, barefoot and still in his bathrobe, stepped precariously over rocks and branches, balancing his glass of ginger ale. Once we got to the lake he waded in, up to his knees, and beckoned dramatically like Saint John the Baptist”
  • such a drama queen
  • “Francis sent me a six-page letter about how bored he felt, and how sick he was, and virtually everything he’d had to eat since I’d seen him last.”
  • he cooks fancy elaborate meals for his friends
  • “this man was not Voltaire we killed. But still. It’s a shame. I feel bad about it.”
  • very good kisser even if NO ONE APPRECIATES IT
  • tastes like tea and cigarettes
  • dresses like a victorian age fashion icon
  • that scene where he sits on a windowsill and drunkenly eats maraschino cherries at 6 am
  • “Somebody – one of those damned toddlers, I guess – got my favorite scarf off the bed and wrapped up part of a chicken leg in it. That nice silk one with the pattern of clocks on it. It’s just ruined.”
  • has a bad habit of burning furniture with his forgotten cigarettes
  • signed his suicide letter with “Cheerily, Francis”
  • he is absolutely covered in freckles
  • “asparagus is in season”
You Could Be Twins - (Peter Parker & Tom Holland AU)

Prompt: Peter Parker meets Tom Holland

Warnings: Fluff, mistaken identity 

Word Count: 1,098

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

A/N: This is a crossover. Enjoy! This is a oneshot no more parts to this.

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“Ned I don’t know if this is such a good idea to go to this party. We aren’t even popular” Peter told his best friend.

“Peter come on this is going to be great. Maybe this will be your in with Y/N” Ned reminded him.

“Y-yeah yeah yeah you’re right” Peter nodded turning forward to the entrance of the enormous house.

Peter and Ned walked in seeing a bunch of their classmates and a bunch of other people they hardly knew. Amongst the crowd Peter spotted the one person he was looking forward to seeing tonight. You were with your group of friends laughing about something that had happened during school. 

“Hey Y/N” Peter approached you slowly looking between you and your friends.

“Oh hey Peter, you came!” You smiled at him.

“Uh y-yeah I thought I could use a break from all the books” He laughed nervously.

“Well I’m glad you did” You said.

“Me too” He smiled.

You and Peter turned to look at your friends who were snickering. “What’s so funny guys” You let out a half halfheartedly laugh. You knew very well what they were laughing about, Peter. Sure he was shy and didn’t get out much but that’s what made him so unique and different. That’s what made you like him so much.

Your friends on the other hand considered Peter to be a dork, an outcast. They didn’t even bother to give him a second glance. So when you heard them laughing you knew right then and there who their main source was to cause their fits of laughter. 

“Nothing Y/N. We just remembered something is all” One of your friends shrugged.

“If it’s nothing then what is it?” You shrugged as well.

“Uh listen we have to go refill our drinks but we’ll tell you later” Your friends scurried off elsewhere.

“Sorry about that” Peter said avoiding your gaze.

“What’re you sorry about?” You stared at him confused.

“Your friends don’t seem to like me” He muttered.

“Yes they do. They just don’t know you” You placed your arm on his shoulder.

“I guess…”.

“Hey cheer up we’re at a party after all!” You playfully pushed him.

“Okay” He breathed out.

“I’m going to go get us some drinks so stay here alright” You told him.

“I’ll be waiting right here” He smiled.

You gave him a smile and headed towards the kitchen. Peter watched you with a feeling he couldn’t describe.

“So how does someone like you get Y/N L/N’s attention?” A voice spoke behind him. Peter turned around to be face to face with none other than Flash Thompson himself. 

“What do you want Flash?” Peter groaned 

“Your homework. Seriously Peter what’s your secret?” Flash looked at him with a serious expression.

“Secret? W-what secret, there’s no secret. I don’t have a secret!” Peter stuttered.

“Well you obviously have something if it gets Y/N to noticed you”.

“Notice me-Y/N’s just a friend” Peter rose an eyebrow.

“But you clearly have feelings for her” Flash pointed out.

“Whatever” Peter stood up from his seat and shoved past Flash.


You looked around the kitchen trying to locate where the red solo cups were. As much as you liked to party you weren’t much to drink alcohol. So the best way to blend in was to use the red cups and pour a suitable drink. 

You finished pouring Peter’s soda and retreated back to where he was waiting for you. You didn’t see him sitting down thinking he wondered somewhere else. You looked over the living room and spotted those luscious curls of his. He was standing next to some girl by the stairs. You thought nothing of it and walked up to him. 

“Here is one non-toxic beverage” You laughed handing him his drink. He looked up at you with a confused expression. He looked at the brunette then at you.

“This is the part where you say thank you…” You motioned with your hand.

“I’m sorry love do I know you?” Peter said in an English accent. Okay, ouch, that stung a bit. You thought.

“Very funny Peter, you got me, now what’s with the stupid fake accent?” You said amused.

“Peter? I don’t know what’ya mean by a fake accent love, my names Tom”.

You took in his words. Did Peter change while you were gone? No he couldn’t have? This “Tom” guy was dressed very differently. He wore a much different attire than what Peter would usually wear.

“Would you excuse me for a moment” You nervously laughed and ran off to another part of the house.

You were so deep in your thoughts you didn’t notice a figure in front of you. You stumbled into them losing your balance, they caught you and kept you upright.

“Y/N you okay?” You looked up at Peter. He was wearing his nerdy white t-shirt and his flannel on top. 

“Peter? But you were just over there, how did you get here?!”.

“What do you mean I was looking for you but you never showed up”.

“Oh good its really you this time. I think I’m losing it! ” You hugged his waist.

“This time, what’re are you talking about? And where’s my drink?” He asked.

“Just come with me” You pulled him with you to where you last saw this “Tom” guy. “But I didn’t get my drink” He complained.

You rolled your eyes and gazed over the living room again trying to find him. You finally spotted him on a chair talking to a guy with blondish hair. Peter must’ve noticed where you were looking because his eyes widened. You walked closer to them.

“Hey Tom was it?” You asked curiously. You were freaking out.

“Yeah-” He cut his sentence off looking behind you.

“Oh bloody-hell mate he looks just like you!” Harrison exclaimed.

“You look just like me…” Peter mumbled.

“No you look just like me!” Tom said back.

“No you both look the exact same!” You stepped in. Both heads turned towards you. “You could be twins!”.

“This is so cool!” Peter said excitedly.

“Absolutely man” Tom agreed.

“Peter Parker” Peter stuck out his hand.

“Tom Holland” Tom nodded and smiled.

“And I’m Y/N L/N” You smiled.

They looked at you with raised eyebrows.

“What? This is the coolest thing that’s happened to me today!” You shrugged.

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Say My Name

Originally posted by bangtan-life13

Say My Name
Ship:
Demon!Jungkook | Reader
Description: The demons aren’t just in your head. They’re also in your bed. But whatever you do, don’t say their name.
Warning: Intercourse, Thigh Riding, Dirty Talk?, Slight Overstimulation
Word Count: 3,081
A/N: Inspired from this FMV from this ask. Holy fucking shiiiit I thought I loved Sub!Kook more but now I’m conflicted even MORE.

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Bad Days

In which Harry and Y/N are a little too busy for loving


Y/N was tired, stressed, frustrated, miserable and lonely, she really shouldn’t be feeling lonely. Y/N has the best boyfriend, anyone would be lucky to have someone like him, but he came with a baggage, she knew this was going to happen. She knew he would be busy and his world couldn’t revolve around her, she didn’t expect it to, but she felt like was no longer a priority in his life.

With Harry gone doing promos for Dunkirk and his album and on top of that Y/N has her studies with finals right around the corner, she couldn’t remember the last time they spent a decent amount of time together, apart from when they were asleep.

“H, are you home lovely?” Y/N called as she walked into their shared flat but of course she got no response. She wasn’t surprised she expected this, but however she was disappointed. She really just needed a cuddle or two right about now.

A loud sigh escaped Y/N’s lips as she trudged into the kitchen to make herself a cuppa to calm her nerves after such a tiring day.

“Petal, didn’t hear yeh come in” Harry stated as he walked into the kitchen to find his girlfriend.

A loud shriek left Y/N’s mouth as she turned to find Harry staring at her with an amused look on his face due to her reaction. “I didn’t expect you to be home” Y/N grumbled as she shot him a dirty glare which he didn’t quite catch.

“No need t’ be grumpy now pet” Harry muttered as he wrapped his arms around Y/N’s waist and pulled her closer.

Y/N let out a loud huff in response. She really wasn’t in the mood for Harry to be calling her grumpy, she felt angry. Who was he to be calling her grumpy she thought to herself, and maybe he would know why she all grumpy if he was home.

“What’s got yeh all grumpy anyway pet?” Harry questioned as he placed a soft kiss to her neck

“Well maybe if you were home more you would know” Y/N snapped back while shrugging Harry’s arms off of her body.

“Hey now, tha’s not fair yeh know how it is for me” Harry calmly spoke, he didn’t want to fight, he hadn’t spent a fair amount of time with his girl in weeks and all he wanted to do right now was curl up with her and sleep.

“I’m not in the mood for this.” Y/N muttered as she stormed out of the room.


A frustrated sigh left Harry’s lips as he rubbed his hands over face. He knew he had been neglecting her due to all the promos he’d been doing but he thought she understood, he thought she was okay with it, he’d assume she would’ve let him know if otherwise.

Harry let out a loud groan as he dug the palm of his hands into his eyes, he’s been so tired and frustrated, he really didn’t want this and he doubt he even has the energy to handle fighting with his girl right now.

Harry was overwhelmed, he’s been so overwhelmed with work, he barely got time to sleep. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten a full eight hours of rest. He’s on the verge of a break down, he can feel it and all he needs right now is Y/N’s comfort but he knew there was no way he was getting that, not anytime soon at least.

Harry let out a load groan as he grabbed the cuppa Y/N had made for herself and dragged himself up the stairs in an attempt to apologize to Y/N


“Y/N, baby?” Harry softly called as he walked into the bedroom to find his girl curled up under their sheets asleep with her face nuzzled into his pillow. A small smile played upon Harry’s lips as he admired the precious sight before him.

Harry gently placed the cup of tea on Y/N’s bedside table. Harry began tugging off his pants and removing his shirt before slipping into bed with Y/N as he was careful not to wake her.

Harry could feel Y/N stirring beside him as slowly and carefully climbed into the bed. 

“H?” Y/N questioned her voice laced with sleep as she squinted her eyes trying to adjust her eyesight.

“S’just me pet” Harry rasped as he laid next to her. He carefully reached out to her signaling her to scoot over to him, he was thankful she obeyed as she curled into his side.

“I’m sorry about being such a bitch H, it’s just there’s so much going on and I haven’t seen you in forever, you’re what keeps me sane and pull me through all this but you weren’t here to help.” 

“Awh petal, yeh know I love yeh, yeh’re such a strong girl, my strong girl” Harry cooed

“I love you too” Y/N replied as she pressed a chaste kiss on Harry’s shoulder.

“M’ sorry f’ not being her f’ yeh pet, s’just work s‘been a lot lately and m’ so overwhelmed with the album and Dunkirk release around the corner” 

“Baby, I’m so proud of you H, look at how much you’ve done for yourself and how far you’ve come”

“What if it’s not good enough, what if people say I’m not good enough?” Harry worriedly questioned.

“Oh H, you could have an entire movie made with you saying the worlds umpa lumpa for 2 hours straight and I’d still be proud.”

A loud chuckle erupted from Harry’s lips and it was like music to Y/N’s ears.

“I’ve missed that laugh” Y/N said as she looked up at Harry with her eyes filled with love and adoration

“And I’ve missed you” Harry muttered as he pressed his lips against Y/N’s.


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[M] Friends with Benefits

Originally posted by saranghaeyojw

Reader (you) x Jaebum

Warnings: SMUT!! (use of vibrator/toys)

Word Count: 2.6K

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hi guys! this is my first ever scenario and it’s a bit rough since I haven’t been writing for awhile. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Just a little something leading up to JJ Project haha! Read well. -Admin Rose


The smell of old textbook was consumed by most of the air you breathed in, making you feel dizzy on the inside. You would expect the library to be empty on a Friday night, however, there were multiple people typing away on their computers with whispers to be heard in the background.  They were focused on their work while you, on the other hand, couldn’t seem to put your pen on paper. Although you knew you had the weekend to study, you wanted to get ahead of your work to take the load off your shoulders. University was hard for you and the only way to relieve the stress was to work it off.

Despite your attempts to focus on your work, your mind didn’t seem cooperate with you and you decided to call it a day. Packing up your stuff, you walked down the long lines of bookshelves and returned the books you’ve borrowed. With the last book in hand, the old smell of textbook was replaced by the smell of authentic leather. You felt a familiar presence behind you as you placed the last book on the shelve.

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The Need (Joker x Reader)

“Imagine the Joker falling for you when you’re taken hostage during a bank heist.”

Requested by Anon: “Can you write something where the joker meets a girl while him and Harley are out causing mayhem and the joker can’t get the girl out of his head? And he eventually leaves Harley for her?”

A/N: I almost made this a two part fic because I didn’t want it do be too long. But I like how it came out. I hope you guys like it too!~

Warnings: Violence, swearing, falling for people who probably aren’t good for you.


Why did banks always have such long lines? You’d think that they would be a bit more efficient.

“Don’t you just hate long lines?”

“Sorry, what?” You blinked a few times before you realized that the man in front of you was speaking to you. He repeated himself and smiled at you, to which you smiled in return. “Yeah, the lines are usually what keep me from making frequent trips here.”

He laughed and nodded in agreement. “Same here. The reason I’m even here today is for my son.”

“Oh really?” You looked around, “where is he?”

“At the hospital, he just had surgery so I’m withdrawing some money to go buy him something to keep him occupied while he’s recovering.”

Your smile grew a bit, “that’s kind of you. How old is he?”

“He’ll be 6 next month.”

Before you could respond, the blast of an explosion threw everyone in the line onto the floor. The room was engulfed in smoke and debris from the explosion. As the dust started to settle, you could see the two figures responsible.

“Listen up, everybody!” The female voice called out. “You’re all going to do as we say and if you don’t, well…we’ll have to kill ya.” The woman walked towards you and the others who had been line. “Ya got that?”

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 The Wrong Strain by @colubrina

Everyone knew what veela were. Veela were magical creatures, breathtakingly beautiful, who captivated men with a single look. It would have been nice to have been that strain. Instead, Hermione Granger was infected by another. Instead of captivating all men, she was captivated by one. She’d die without him. She was already in almost constant pain.

The King (Final)(NSFW)

Originally posted by red-hoocl

The King Chapter 1

T’Challa x Reader

Warnings: smut, fluff

A/N: Just a reminder the T’Challa Tuesday Headcanon Contest is going on. I’m actually kind of disappointed at the lack of entries right now. Also, yes this is the last chapter of The King! Hope you guys enjoy it! My next series will be a Sam Wilson x Reader series. I’m hoping to have the first chapter up tomorrow.


“Your highness.” You sung as you slipped into his at-home office, which was of course next door to his bedroom, closing the door softly behind you.

“My love.” He replied, smiling at you.

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I like the idea that they think they are keeping it a secret, but Keith’s students know. 

Also this is me. This is my blog. So, this is going to be a sickfic, lol.. 

Classes drag, even for a teacher. It’s not that Keith doesn’t like teaching, but with Christmas only a few weeks away, he’s just as anxious to have a couple of weeks off as his students are. He knows that he doesn’t necessarily need to teach, not with Lance’s YouTube channel kicking off as quickly as it is, but he didn’t bust his ass at college for nothing. So, he’s going to teach; he’s going to contribute toward his family with Lance. 

He walks into his third period class only seconds before the bell. His students are already in their seats, glued to their phones as they have been since the semester started, but he ignores this for now in favor of setting his backpack down across his desk. 

He’s never been a fan of briefcases. They make him feel old, strict, and he’s got a reputation for being a favorite among students. He’s second behind Shiro because, as it would seem, no one can compete with Shiro. But, Keith’s always been competitive in nature, so he’s going to keep trying to win all of the students over. And, that’s why he allows them extra time on their phones before he actually starts class. 

He drops into his chair and kicks his feet up on his desk as he pulls his own phone out. YouTube notifications light up across his screen, and he sees that Lance has posted a video a couple of hours ago. That would be the first out of three, Keith thinks as he swipes out of the notifications in favor of shooting the brunet a text. 

[To: Lance] Someone’s started his day early.

He gives it two minutes before he locks his phone with a sigh. Not only did Lance not reply, but the brunet didn’t even read the text. Keith’s not too surprised considering Lance is probably recording a video to be edited and posted within the next two hours, but a text would have been nice. 

“Okay, class,” Keith says, his signature warning for the students to put their phones away and pay attention. “Your texts and tweets can wait until after class.” 

Most students oblige, but a few girls that occupy the back corner of the room continue typing on their phones as if his words went in one ear and out the other. Keith knows these three well; they are always keeping him on his toes. 

“Claire, Jessica, and Jody. Phones up.” He keeps his tone light, casual, yet it still holds enough color of authority that has all three girls looking up at him. 

“Just a moment, sir. We are tweeting Lance.” 

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Sweet Girl

Shoutout to @permanentcross and @stylesunchained for all the help and listening to me whine.
This is my first piece of writing, so please be nice!

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You knew this was a bad idea. Going to Harry’s house this evening, when you know full well you’ve been slowly growing feelings for him. Feelings for your friend, one of your best friends, feelings that shouldn’t be there.

You’ve been friends for years, but now he’s around more and you’ve spent more time together, you’ve began to feel that warm tingle inside your belly whenever you see him. You have to suppress a smile whenever anyone mentions his name to you. When you see a text from him you all but scramble to pick your phone up and reply immediately. You’ve fallen for him. And that is why going back to his house, just the two of you, is a bad idea.

You’d been out that evening with a small group of friends for dinner and drinks. Catching up, laughing and sharing bottles of champagne. Time had flown by and you’d all been saying your goodbyes before you went to call a taxi.

“You can’t get a cab all the way back to yours at this time, love. It’s bloody miles away.” Harry mutters, leaning over your shoulder to see the taxi company’s number on your phone.

“Don’t have a lot of choice, do I?” You say, turning round to face him.

“Come back to mine, I’ll drive you home in the morning.” He says so casually, not knowing the feelings you’ve got festering deep inside. You feel your stomach twist into a tight knot that feels as if it could never be undone, no matter how hard you try. You want to say no, because you know spending time together alone in such close proximity would just make matters worse for you, make your feelings grow more, even though right now you don’t think that it’s possible. But you know if you say no that he’d fight it, and right now you’re too tired to fight anything alongside the internal battle you’re fighting with yourself.

“Alright then, cheers.” You politely smile, despite your hesitations, before saying your final goodbyes to your friends and go with Harry to where his driver is parked.

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Who Is He?

Part one here


Bev stops just before the pathways ending, grabbing Eddie’s shoulders and positioning him to stand behind one of the large trees. She puts a finger to her lips, and he nods slowly.

She returns the nod with a small, reassuring smile, turning on her heel and entering the clearing to the quarry. She makes her presence known by making as much noise as she can while she walks, her footsteps loud on the rocks.

Richie’s not hard to spot, and, judging by the way Richie doesn’t shift or tense whenever she approaches him, he knows it’s her.

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