Ugh so there was a post going around that I’ve now long since misplaced but it was like “I just saw you go upstairs with someone else and I know we’re only fuck buddies but I’m gonna go punch them in the face” and I was HERE FOR IT. If somebody remembers the post, link me. In the meantime, have some Sterek getting together fluff.
“Just tell Derek you want to date him,” Scott says, as if it’s the simplest thing in the world.
Stiles bugs his eyes and flails his hands in wordless frustration, because the correct response to this patently ludicrous advice eludes him. He had come for sympathy, not pie-in-the-sky delusions. “Scott. Bro,” he finally gasps. “How could you even suggest that in good faith? No way! Bad plan!” He slashes his arms in a demonstrative X. “The only reason we’re even hooking up is that I made it super clear I was down to fuck, no strings attached! I’m not ruining a good thing by announcing to Derek Hale that I’m 85% in love with him.”
“Why?” Scott genuinely seems confused, the sweet summer child. After falling into a happy triad with Allison and Isaac after their first semester at UCLA, he doesn’t really understand the definition of “unrequited.”
Stiles turns his attention to a hanging thread on his t-shirt, sourly tugging it loose. “He’s out of my league. I mean, with the baseball, and the smarts, and the sarcasm, and those eyes…” he breaks off with a sigh. The last thing he needs to do is remind himself of how gone he is on Derek. “Just, he’s popular. Dictionary definition of too cool for school. And the three people he actually deigns to hang out with here are all just as cool and good looking as he is. Do I need to remind you I’m not? I’m a gawky, nerdy Sophomore. I’m lucky to even be his fuck-buddy.”
Scott makes a face, incredulous. “I dunno, he must like you well enough if he’s still sleeping with you after all this time. What’s it been, six months? And you guys hang out, too, you’re always telling me about how easy it is to chat with him after you bone. So it’s not just sex.”
Stiles grimaces. “Yeah, but it’s not…”
“… a real relationship,” Derek says into the phone, hearing full well the heavy dejection in his voice. So sue him; the admission is more than a little depressing. “He just wants to be fuck buddies.”
“How do you know?” Laura asks reasonably. “Maybe this Stiles person would be interested in dating you, too. No offence, but you’re not great at reading people. I mean, he’s interested in chilling with you even after you hook up, and clearly he enjoys the physical aspect. Did he actually ever say he wasn’t looking for more?”
Derek heaves a sigh, rolling his eyes even though she can’t see over the phone. “Yep. About two minutes after the first time we slept together he said, ‘no strings attached, obviously.’ So, you know, pretty safe bet that it’s no strings attached.”
“Oh,” Laura says. For once she doesn’t have a snappy comeback.
“Oh,” Derek agrees. Dejectedly.
She gives him a sympathetic little hum, and then asks, “and he’ll definitely be at the sorority barbecue?”
“Yeah.” Stiles and his broad shoulders and his long fingers are definitely going to be at the party.
“Maybe you shouldn’t go,” his sister says softly. “If you really like him, and he’s just looking to get laid…”
Derek groans. Not go, and give up a chance to hook up with Stiles? Smart, maybe, but not something he’s capable of doing.
The problem is, he’s liked Stiles forever. Or at least since he first saw him, laughing uproariously and running around with his friends with an actually broom between his legs, playing “Quidditch.” Derek would have been way too embarrassed to do something like that on the front lawn, but Stiles made it seem like the most effortlessly awesome thing a person could get up to.
No, compared to Stiles, Derek is practically a social recluse, an awkward jock with only about three people who he gets along with at all. Stiles definitely doesn’t want to get saddled with a boyfriend like him. He’s lucky they’re even hooking up after all this time.
“Derek, I mean it,” Laura says. “Look out for yourself for once.”
“I know, I know,” Derek grumbles. “But it’s not my fault he’s…”
smut, little bit of fluff, teasing, dom!Lucifer, sub!Lucifer
Thank you @curlyxtomato for your request!
has to help the Winchesters but there is some awkwardness when Y/N realises
that he is an old hook up of hers. Leads to some passionate sex and a lot of
teasing and self-denial.
working with you, not because we want to, but because we have to.” Dean sighed.
currently sitting beside an agitated Sam who was trying his best not to look
over the table at none other than Lucifer himself.
to see you guys too.” Lucifer grinned. You scoffed. Immediately his head spun
round to see you, now trying to sink into your seat subtly. “Oh I know you love
having me around Y/N. You find me irresistible.”
He almost sneered at you.
What would the 104th & vets do after they found out their significant other has cheated on him/her?
Mikasa: Punches the next best thing there is Reiner: That’s cool, then we’re quit now. Bertholdt: Oh… okay… Annie: Punch a hole into the wall right next to their head ‘How could youuuu?!’ is actually crying Eren: What the heck? I trusted you?! Jean: What does he have that I don’t? Marco: Don’t worry, we can work this out! Sasha: Dramatic af Connie: Screaming in confusion Historia: lol bye Armin: Needs time for himself to think about it and see if he wants to go on with the relationship Ymir: Laughs and goes on eating chips Levi: You can’t be cheated on if you don’t let anyone close enough
Hanji: Doesn’t mind, depending on who it is Erwin: Drinks away his sorrows Nanaba: Dramatically slaps S/O in the face and rage cries Mike: Frowns until person explains themself
43 - falling in love with their best friend’s partner au
A/N: this is rated M because of the smut at the end there. Angsty smut, but smut all the same.
In the three years he’d known her, Sasuke had never seen her look as miserable as she did right now; standing on his front porch in the pouring rain at two in the morning, hair and clothes soaking wet, her green eyes red-rimmed with recently shed tears. She was a wild mess—a picture-perfect embodiment of a brokenhearted girl silently crying out for comfort.
Sasuke couldn’t help but to wordlessly invite her inside just for that.
“Stay here,” he said, when she’d stepped into the threshold of his home and stood feebly in the hall, body wracked with shivers. “I’ll get you a towel.”
Frowning, he quickly left the room to carry on the task. And when he returned a few minutes later, he found much to his surprise that Sakura still hadn’t moved at all. His eyes softened, lips mulling into a thin line. Stepping closer to her, Sasuke reached out to wrap her still shaking form in the thick, dry towel, before decidedly rubbing his hands firmly over the length of her arms, trying to coax her body into generating some warmth.
It was only then that she seemed to snap out of her trance, sad, broken eyes flickering up to meet his gaze.
“We had a fight again,” she spoke, finally, her voice frail and thick with grief. He could see new tears staring to well up. “And I think it’s really bad this time, Sasuke-kun… I don’t think we can come back from this one…”
His heart quickened at that, and he almost swallowed. Letting out a slow, quiet breath, Sasuke squeezed a hand around her shoulder, and jerked his head towards the living room. “Come on—go sit down. I’ll make you some tea. Maybe things won’t seem so bad when you tell me about it.”
He watched as Sakura nodded, pulling the towel closer to herself, before she mutely made her way to his living room, shoulders heavily slumped. Once he was sure she well out of earshot, Sasuke ran a hand over his face and made a sort of self-loathing sound, hands clenching into tight fists.
Why was it that when he heard her essentially say she thought her relationship with his best friend was over, the first thing he felt was a rush of excitement?
(falling in love with his best friend’s girlfriend… he was the worst kind of trash in the world.)
Summary: Damon had found his home but there was never a happy ending. What he once lost can never be replaced or so he thought.
Pairings: Damon x Reader
Warnings: smut, angst
Word Count: 3985
It felt weird to write something this long but I hope you guys like this story as much as I loved writing it. Thank you for your continual support and patience, guys!
(gifs not mine, credits to owners)
Parties left and right, music played all damn night. There wasn’t a dull day when you moved to the city. You were a pretty little thing who socialized with a lot of people, knew the commoners, and met the newcomers. 1920’s was the glitz, glamour, and jazz. In your personal taste, you loved the 20’s as much as you loved being the King’s little princess, you being you, didn’t really like non-extravagant lifestyle.
Character(s): Negan x Reader || Simon x Reader (pre-apocalypse) Summary: Negan hears some devastating news. Word Count: 3,888 Warning: Smut wth Simon!!! Author’s Note: I know this is long overdue, but here it is! This chapter is much shorter than the previous ones, but it’ll pick up soon. I promise! This and the next few chapters are going to be much different than the previous ones. If you caught the small, brief hint in the last chapter, I’m sure you’ll know what direction I’m taking this in. Also, the amount of people that are loving this story means so much to me! I’m enjoying it just as much you all are! Things are about to get much harder before it gets better ;) Enjoy!
It had been a week since the
incident in Simon’s office. Since then, you couldn’t stop thinking about the
way Negan was watching you and the way Simon felt slamming into you. You couldn’t
pay attention in class. All you could think about was Simon and Negan’s demand
on asking who you belonged to.
When you moved to Atlanta, you
didn’t expect to be at the mercy of the two men you had fantasized about. It
was exciting and coming into work at Simon’s bar was always something you
looked forward to.
After turning down Trevor, he
did his best to avoid you. You wished he didn’t ask you out because aside from
him, you only had a few friends and they were all the people you worked with.
Once Monday came, you were more
than excited to go to work. You were always so busy on the weekends at Chris’s
bar and Sundays were usually the days you used to catch up on homework that you
actually missed seeing Simon and
Negan. Neither of the two bothered to text you, so you had to wonder if they
were still punishing you.
You finished dressing in your black,
ripped jeans with a dark grey, loose tank top. You grabbed your maroon apron on
the way out of your apartment. You were more than excited to see Negan and
Once arriving to the bar, you
wrapped the apron around your waist and walked in, smiling over at John as you
ran a hand through your wavy locks.
“Hey,” you said, walking behind
the bar to give him a one-armed hug.
“Should warn you. Negan’s not in
a good mood, so be careful. I wouldn’t want you stepping on his toes,” he said.
Anonymous said: Can you write a zach werenski imagine about anything you want
A/N: so basically i watched the game where zach got injured and then after that i started to watch his highlights and now i’m defs a fan, reagardless i hope you all like this little imagine :) sorry it got pretty long
Word Count: 2,417
It was late into the second period, and time was only ticking by with a single goal lead. The Jackets were playing well but you were biased and your eyes were trained on one number on the ice, the one that matched the number on the jersey that was on your own back. The puck had turned back into the Jackets zone, you watched as Zach went up against Phil Kessel - body in position to block whatever shot was coming for him.
Roses are Red, Broken Hearts are Blue (Part 1/?) (Pietro Maximoff x reader)
Request: dawn-phantomhive said :Can you do a Pietro x
Reader with the prompt “She opened her apartment door to hundreds of
roses. She knew they were from him; he had found her.” Pietro could be
possessive over the reader maybe? I don’t know up to you on that part B! (Love
your writing B!)
“You seem tired,” Wanda approached, crossing
the quinjet slowly towards you, “more so than after most missions. Were you hurt?” She stopped just before taking her place at
your side, waiting for some sign from you that you would accept her; it wasn’t
something that she was used to from you after knowing you almost her entire
Week 2017 – Day 1 – Victor Prompt – Surprises
kick off to Victuuri Week 2017, let’s take a look at one of the biggest themes
in Yuri on Ice: Surprises! Specifically, all the times that Yuuri and Victor
surprise each other within the course of the show.
More below the cut because this ended up much longer than I had initially planned. :’D
Summary: Sometimes adulting is hard. Childhood comforts and Bucky make it a little more bearable.
Warnings: none :)
Word Count: 234
A/N: I just felt like something short, sweet, and fluffy. Hope you enjoy!
Bucky walked into the common area and froze, taking in the sight before him. You were curled up on the sofa wrapped in your favourite Disney princess blanket, your sock covered toes peaking out from underneath. A slight frown was etched on your face as you chewed on the straw of your chocolate milk carton, pausing every few seconds to take a sip.
“Doll, what are you doing?”
You jumped at the sound of his voice and turned your head to meet his gaze.
“I’m drinking my sorrows away,” you mumbled, lips not leaving your half chewed straw.
Bucky raised his brow, “and why are you doing that?”
You sighed, “because I just can’t adult anymore today.” You took a definitive sip of chocolate milk, as if to prove your point.
Bucky nodded in understanding and made his way back to the kitchen. You turned your gaze back towards the TV, continuing to absentmindedly sip on your milk as Frozen played on. A few moments later you felt the sofa dip as Bucky sat down next to you and draped part of your blanket over his legs. It wasn’t until you heard the faint crinkling of plastic and the ripping of cardboard that you looked over at him.
“What are you doing?”
Bucky lowered the juice box from his lips as a small smile spread across his face. “It’s not good to drink alone.”
Summary: Wonwoo already had enough on his plate as it is—proving his parents wrong, making a living, fighting his just conscience—and with you in the picture, nothing could possibly go more wrong. Or could you be his ticket to the good life that he wanted?
The scene was familiar but the roles were switched. Instead
of Wonwoo sleepily watching you pour your drinks, you were watching as Wonwoo
drank several bottles by himself, only offering you some when you reached out
for it. It didn’t take much until you were buzzed though and you found yourself
silent as you stared at Wonwoo, drinking his sorrows away.
Summary:The one thing I’ve learned in life is that nothing is permanent, but then you came into my life and made me want to make you permanent.
I lay in a bed that isn’t my own with another nameless body. Our skin sticks together and I fight the urge to push him off me. Instead, I pick his wrist up with nimble fingers and drag it off my waist and carefully untangle our legs. I watch his hair decorate the curves of his face that is smothered by the pillow under his head. Without another wasted second, I dip down to collect my clothing, hurriedly putting them on as I escape another night away from a stranger to a home that never really felt like home. I sleep restless, like always, shutting my eyes before day breaks, trying to escape reality if only for an hour.
But I guess the sun comes up whether you like it or not, one way or another. You can’t sleep all your worries away forever. Instead, a stranger’s bed fills the cracks of loneliness, moans fill the silence, and touches fill the heart more than anything else. It’s all temporary though, but the one thing I’ve learned in life is that nothing is permanent. There is no forever, only temporary.
Summary: Requested by anon: “your imagines are so good omgomgomg!!! is it possible if you could do a grayson imagine based off the song happier by ed sheeran? and could it be grayson’s pov? thx!!:)” Word Count: 2,049 Warnings: Alcohol abuse, heartbreak. I cry. A/N: I love this song, it’s saaad. Like who hurt Ed Sheeran so badly? :( Anyway, hope you like this dear anon. Thank you guys so much for almost 200 followers. Also, this is my 100th post, yay! Listen to the song for the full effect.
“Walking down 29th and park, I saw you in another’s arms Only a month we’ve been apart, you look happier”
We had walked around town, Ethan and I, searching for a good location to film our newest video in. I hadn’t expected it at all, I hadn’t seen it coming. But there she was, in another man’s arms. She was standing outside a clothing store, bright smile on her face as she wrapped her arms around the man’s neck. It was like something had pierced my heart at the sight, because that smile was once only reserved for me. I stopped in my tracks, feeling like the breath had been knocked out of me and the tip of my fingers became numb. She looked so happy, way happier than she had looked when she was with me at the final stage of our relationship. Sure, it had been a month and she deserved to be happy because I had hurt her pretty bad, stuff that wasn’t supposed to be said, was said, and now she had moved on.