everyone walks out

Just Business, No Pleasure

Warnings: SMUT (Ages 18+)

Summary: You and Bucky have been successfully keeping your relationship a secret for a while now. However, you’re not so sure how much longer you can take it once he’s assigned the job of seducing another woman on a mission.

Word Count: 4.6k (I’m so sorry)

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Originally posted by ohhseby


“—this is the target’s wife, Lucille. She was dumb enough to marry him and he was dumb enough to think she’d be faithful. Barnes, I want you to go about seducing her. Y’know, the typical ‘40s charm: court her, woo her, whisper sweet nothings; the whole shebang.” Your blood went cold at Tony’s words, not even daring to look at Bucky across the conference room table. “Most of us will be stationed around the gala with our comms on, but some of us are gonna stay back here and monitor the situation through security camera footage.”

“Why am I the one doing the seducing? Don’t you think this—” Bucky started, pointing to his vibranium arm, “—will be a bit of a dead giveaway that I’m not just some random suitor?” he asked, his unimpressed tone clearly challenging Tony and, although you still didn’t dare to look at him, you knew his countenance matched his voice.

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men need to like. stay the fuck away from me. if you feel compelled to compliment me (you usually do), please do so from a stationary position, or the square foot of space from which you first noticed me. do not fall into step beside me and continue the compliments with more fervor. it’s invasive, makes me hate you, and will get you a single, hard “STOP”, like a naughty dog.

it will not make me put my immaculately manicured hand on your dick.

Liability

A plus size imagine where Y/N has always been too much for everyone. Everyone except Harry.

“Have a good night everyone,” she yelled behind her to her joyous group of friends. One of her arms waving drunkenly to them and the other latched onto her boyfriend. “Stop shouting Y/N,” the sober boy next to her sounded bitter. Her face fell, but she was good at hiding. He always told her to be quiet or sit still, but she went along with it because at the end of the day they’d go to his apartment and fuck and she couldn’t let that go.

She felt good tonight. Actually, she felt better than good, she felt marvelous. A silk flowy slip adorned her heavy body making her look sexy, something she didn’t get to feel often. She drank just enough to feel loose and happy. She was drunk, but still able to comprehend what was going on around her. The best part of the night was that her friends were laughing along with her and dancing like no one else was in the club. She loved the feeling of being loved.

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Highlights from Talks Machina (Episode 100)

Since the inimitable @eponymous-rose is off doing piddly little things like preparing for her PhD defense tomorrow, I’m going to do my best to fill her shoes with tonight’s Talks Machina. We start late, so at least that’s the same!

  • Everyone walks out with massive balloons that spell “28″ for the 28th episode of TM. Brian is given a paper crown. It glitters.
  • Everyone else also wears paper crowns after the break, except for Travis because his head is too big for them.
  • Ep. 100 tied with 55 and 61 for the most nat 20s in one episode. 100 was also the longest to date, beating episode 88 by about 8 minutes.
  • Lady Briarwood has been missing for 546 real days.
  • The players have spent 95 real hours in combat since the stream started. Earlier, Liam demanded Brian announce he has the most nat 20s so far, even over Percy [citation needed].
  • Brian plans to have a full-cast TM extravaganza after the show completes.
  • When the game first started, Scanlan’s attraction to Pike was primarily based on them being similar sizes, though he flirted with almost everyone. However, he was growing on Pike a lot before he left, which is part of why it hurt her so badly. 
  • Keyleth has mixed emotions about Scanlan’s return, which Marisha feels matches her personal growth into True Neutral.
  • Travis, Marisha, and Ashley all agree the relationship with Scanlan probably won’t go back to the way it was before.
  • Travis loved and hated the double ones. “It was so perfect.” He only has one set of dice, so he doesn’t believe in dice jail. Ashley is envious of both his dice simplicity and Laura’s colorful dice “candy bag.”
  • Scanlan’s praying to Sarenrae was a moment where Pike’s heart softened. They’re all still nervous about where things will go with him, but that was a big step. Grog and Marisha (not Keyleth) think he’s full of it.
  • Grog doesn’t think of Lionel as a rival, but is annoyed that this “younger, hotter version of him” is getting all the attention. He doesn’t think Grog can begin to work through his anger with Scanlan until Lionel leaves.
  • Marisha describes Grog as Lennie from Mice and Men in terms of casuing heartbreak.
  • If Scanlan saved Pike’s life at the expense of someone else in the party, she would be furious. She says “Momstah” very begrudgingly.
  • Travis loves Pike and Grog’s bromance. Ashley loves how their backstory started as a bit of a joke, but has become something very real.
  • All three of them were terrified the reveal was going to be Allura.
  • Marisha wasn’t worried when Pike was Feebleminded because she knew she had Greater Restoration. Ashley was more worried because Liam was insisting she’d be stuck that way for a month.
  • Marisha didn’t expect the Silas disguise to work, she just wanted to surprise Delilah enough to allow VM to attack first.
  • Ashley thinks Pike is capable of forgiving Delilah if the opportunity presents itself, but if not, she’ll totally kill her.
  • Keyleth is afraid to go through the orb due to her last experience.
  • No one knew what the Prismatic Sphere was. Keyleth thought it was a fire wall. Grog had planned to run headlong into it on his next turn.
  • Grog basically shut down when Scanlan arrived the way he did (in disguise, lying). Travis didn’t really know how he would react until Pike said she was angry too.
  • Pike is worried that the conversation with Sarenrae was not a hopeful one. She feels this mission is now something VM must do together.
  • No one feels like they’ve been on for a hundred episodes. Marisha and Ashley measure time as before and after CR.
  • Ashley wishes she could go back and tell Pike not to miss the opportunity to tell someone she loved them, because “once the moment passes, it’s gone.”

TM: After Dark, Equally As Dark Edition

  • Travis hosts! Grog would have never shown Lionel the Deck, but he considered making Scanlan draw a card to get back on his good side.
  • Everyone hopes for an evil version of VM in the Shadowfell.
  • Ashley would like to have a glittery beard. Brian chews on his.
  • There are still tin pots and pans in the Bag of Holding from the original days when Travis was excitedly shoving everything in it.
  • Marisha is asked to give another inspirational hug. She describes Brian as smelling of fresh laundry and despair.
  • If Ashley were transported to Exandria, she would be most excited about real pointy ears. Travis would like to see the weapons. Marisha would like to know how to make decorative antler headdresses stay in place.
  • At one point during the costumed photo shoot, the girls were trying to look pretty in a meadow, so Travis walked into the woods and flexed a lot.
  • Marisha’s notes are very unorganized. She does do quick sketches and “sets the scene” at the top of the page for quick reference. She used to keep notes on her phone in the home game, but switched to paper for the stream. She liked being able to quickly search those notes.
  • Brian really likes the show Falling Skies. Marisha has been binging Treehouse Masters.
"She used to be my queen." Bellamy Blake/ Roan imagine.

You and Bellamy had been together since the Ark. So you were one of the 100 that were sent to see if the Earth was habitable.
Turns out it wasn’t.
While things had been trying between you and Bellamy since Clarke had left. You two had been fighting over little things lately.
You both had changed since the young teens who knew peace back on the Ark. You had seen so much death that much like Octavia, you went to the grounder path.
Right now you two were arguing about whether or not Clarke leaving was selfish.
“Clarke had every right to leave Bellamy!” You grunted as he brought the topic again.
“Whatever.” He rolled his eyes.
“What happened to you?” You whispered as you realized how distant he’d been lately.
“(Y/n)-what the hell does that mean?!” He raised a brow. Jaw clenched.
“What happened to sweet Bellamy? Ever since we hit Earth you’ve been cocky.” You asked as a matter of factly.
“Me?! You’re asking what the hell happened to me?! (Y/n) look at you! You’re a grounder!”
“Oh and suddenly that’s bad?! You’re sister is one!”
“(Y/n) you’re not even you anymore. Makes me mad.”
“And you think I’m totally cool with you being like this?!” You shrieked.
“Get out. We’re done.”
“Excuse me?!” You scoffed.
“Leave. Out of my life. Or the camp. See if I care.” He growled.
Octavia, who had been spying on the conversation heard her brother and gasped.
(Y/n) pushed back tears.
“Okay.” She stated strongly.
Bellamy realized what he said.
“Don’t ever expect to see me again. Bellamy Blake.” She whispered as Octavia ran over.
(Y/n) heard a crack of thunder as she turned on her heel. She felt as thought her heart weight a ton.
“Bellamy! What the hell!” Octavia shouted. Light rain scattered over the camp as Bellamy stood there.
(Y/n) pulled her hood up as she mounted her horse.
“Goodbye Arcadia.” She murmured as she nodded for someone to open the gate.
“OPEN THE DAMN GATE.” She shouted as no one went to open the gate.
“Let’s go Whiskey. GO.” She shouted over the rain, which was now heavily pouring.
She didn’t stop till the camp looked to be the size of her thumb.
“Good riddance.” She whispered as a tear rolled down her face.
Time proceeded as it does.
(Y/n) grew stronger in certain practices. Like being known as an infamous warrior who fought for a cause. Much like a black widow figure.
This was talk of all the people, Trikru, Azgeda, Polis. A certain Ice Nation king took notice.
“Find her. Bring her to me.” He ordered.
Not three days later she was brought in. A bag over her head as she kicked and screamed. Not doing much good due to the gag in her mouth.
“Hir yu laik.” (Here you are King.) The servant.
“Leave us.” He ordered and everyone filed out. He walked up to (Y/n) and gently took off the bag and rag.
“Huh. No one ever said you were as gorgeous as you are.” He smirked and she rolled her eyes.
“No one ever said you were cocky. Guess we were both misinformed huh?” She stated icily.
He smirked.
*Time lapse*
Bellamy fought the guards as they pushed him away from the throne room.
“I demand to speak with Roan now.” He barked angrily. He pushed open the doors.
Roan raised a brow as he sat back.
“Roan. We need to talk.”
“This should be good.” He rolled his eyes.
“Roan-”
“Your highness, Artemis requests to see you. Immediately.”
Bellamy rolled his eyes. What could be so important.
“Ah. My darling queen.”
“My handsome king.” Bellamy whirled around as his eyes widened.
There she was. She looked great. Her hair was longer. A crown happily sat atop her head much like the one Roan had on his head.
“Bellamy. Meet my queen…(Y-”
“(Y/n).” He whispered.
“And how do you know this.”
“Because she use to be my queen.” Bellamy stated sadly.

The Outsiders As Things My Friends Have Said

Ponyboy: *Points at copy of To Kill A Mockingbird* This is why I am such an intellectual, highly smart, very- *proceeds to fall off chair*

Sodapop: Sucks for all of you, I can’t go to college so I don’t have to pay student loans! Wait..

Darry: My brother never shuts up, I swear! He’s always doing something- OH MY GOD JONATHAN STOP THAT !!! (His brother tried to swing from the ceiling fan)

Steve: If I had a choice between shooting Hitler, and shooting Stalin, I’d still shoot myself in the head. 

Two Bit: Can I get high if I eat weed? I don’t like how smoking it makes me smell.

Johnny: We, as a society, must protect the superior race. The superior race is…kittens. 

Dallas: Honestly, everyone in this room has disappointed me in some way, and I’m disappointed to say that. 

Tim: *The room is virtually quiet while everyone is taking a test* I can’t concentrate with the amount of assholes in the room *proceeds glare at everyone and then walk out with his test*

Curly: *Shows everyone his jammed finger* I got this while fingering some super tight pussy !!!

Angela: You are a pig, you are trash, and you make me want to die. You mUST be 10 feet away from me at ALL times xx (:

Christian Yu x Reader: Let Me Explain - Chapter 2

Chapter 1: These Seoul Streets. | Chapter 2: Uninvited Guests | 


Word count: 2251

Series type: Angst, Smut (in later chapters) & Fluff.

Warnings: Mentions of sex and bad language.

Additional Characters: DPR LIVE (Dabin) and mentions of other artists/fictional characters.

Rough summary: Christian is your boss but also your best friend. You both have feelings for each other but his way of living complicates your relationship.

A/N: I am completely overwhelmed with the love I’ve gotten due to these series. I wan’t to thank everyone for reading and supporting. All of your comments and likes motivate me so much! Also keep in mind that English is not my first language, therefore there might be some spelling/grammar mistakes.


You blankly stare at your phone. Letting Dabin’s text sink in a little. You had a meeting at YG at 10:30 AM with Yura and her management. How unbelievably ironic.

You felt numb about the situation, not knowing how to wrap your head around it, reading Dabin’s texts over and over again. You left him on read, not feeling the need to reply or vent to him about what happened last night before Christian walked away. Back to the club.

You sit up straight in your bed, closing your eyes when you suddenly feel the childish urge to cry.

“What did you expect” you whisper to yourself with a trembling bottom lip.

This time he really did lead you on. This time he really did give you hope that things would be different, and then he turns around and does shit like this.

You fall back onto your bed, sobbing lightly. The lack of sleep which made your head heavier wasn’t helping your situation either. You curled up in your sheets trying to get yourself together.

You had to be professional. You couldn’t let this ruin your work ethic. Not like this.

After a while of feeling miserable you decided to take a hot shower. You stood there for about thirty minutes before you realized you actually needed to hurry if you wanted to make it to the YG building in time.

You put on a black t-shirt dress with combat boots and fishnet socks that stopped just below your knee, staying true to your trendy, dancer type-street style.

After somewhat fixing your face and concealing your tired and puffy eyes, you head out.

As you get there you realized you were on automatic pilot. You didn’t even pay attention while driving, making you wonder how you survive time after time, especially in brutal Seoul traffic.

“Ahh y/n-ah very punctual as always” Lee Sung Hyuk aka Yura’s manager welcomes you with a warm smile bowing to you slightly at the entrance.

You immediately respectfully bow back while shaking his hand. “That’s my job sir” you smile weakly.

You felt terrible. The amount of sleep you got in the past 3 days is what normal people sleep in one day. You didn’t have time for breakfast and even though you didn’t drink last night, you still felt dehydrated. Also the fact that this meeting was for Yura didn’t help at all.

Even so, you had to pull yourself together and not make it obvious to Yura that you knew of the situation or that it bothered you.

After accepting a cold glass of water you walk to the meeting room and kindly greet and bow to everyone there. The room was filled with managers, stylists, vocal teachers and other important people, but Yura was nowhere to be seen.

Everyone waited in silence for the past 15 minutes. You crossed your arms and leaned back in your chair a little. Pinching your nose bridge showing your frustration to all the executives and managers.

“I-I’m sure she’ll be here soo-” Lee Sung Hyuk couldn’t finish his sentence before people’s heads turned to the hallway. The walls around the meeting room were made out of glass, so everyone could see what went on.

Yura arrived with her sunglasses on dressed in a black hoodie and black leggings. She had no make-up on and quickly sat down after bowing to everyone apologizing for what seemed like 20 times. You inspected her attire and saw the logo on the left sleeve of the sweater she was wearing. It said DPR. It had to be Christian’s sweater. You try your hardest not to stare at her, but the fact that she was actually wearing his clothes to this meeting baffled you.

“I was held up at home I apologize” she says. At that she locked eyes with you. She didn’t realize you were there but when she did she cracked a little smile.

It took everything in you not to launch over the table and grab her by the nape of that sweater to beat that smug grin off of her face.

“Shall we continue” you boldly state looking straight into her eyes. “I have somewhere to be.”

The meeting went on as usual. Everything from outfits to schedules and skills were talked about. You couldn’t help but point out the fact that there was a lot of work left to be done on her dancing. It was true, but your petty self exaggerated just a tad bit more to make yourself feel better. Her facial expression dropped when you spoke about her lack of ability.  Knowing you were doing it to taunt her.

What comforted you about this all is that she’d probably be scolded afterwards for being late and not catching up with dance practice, but no matter how comforting that may be, it still didn’t make up for the fact that she fucked him.

The meeting ended after half an hour, and after saying your respectful goodbye’s to everyone except Yura, you walked out of the building as quickly as you could. You felt trapped in there. Almost not being able to breathe.

You walk through the main entrance, happy when the fresh air hit your face.

Sitting in that meeting made you realize one thing. You’re tired of doing things you don’t want to do for someone who doesn’t appreciate you.

You’ve made up your mind. You want out of the contract.

                                                      - time jump-

You ignored every call and text from Christian and Dabin, Christian obviously didn’t know Dabin snitched on him. Which was obvious through his texts.

You nearly threw up reading Christian’s messages. He called you for about 15 times in between those texts, Dabin on the other hand blew up your phone like there was no tomorrow.

You delete your call history wiping away the evidence of Dabin calling you around 43 times from 10:00 AM to 12:45 PM.

Dabin was a protective/worried friend who would always check on you from time to time. Mostly you didn’t mind, but today was not the day.

You stand in your kitchen making some of your special mac and cheese, when you hear the door open. Dabin knows where you leave your spare key, so he always just enters unannounced, probably knowing that if he rang the doorbell you wouldn’t have answered the door anyway.

Dabin followed the smell of food to your kitchen and sees you standing in your pajama shorts and tank top stirring in a pot.

He sighed. “Smells good.” Is the first thing he says.

You turn around giving him a look. “Yeah.”

“Yeah? You know I could be an axe murdered who just showed up. You might be a little more alert next time” He says sitting on your kitchen counter looking at you dumbfounded.

“Well Dabin, axe murderers don’t announce that they’re coming over.” You say a little more bitchy then you intended, walking over to a cabinet and grabbing two bowls.  

Dabin’s eyes followed you. He sighed grabbing your wrist when you walked passed him again.

“What, you don’t want some?” you ask emotionless.

“Y/n” he says in an almost pleading tone. “Talk. To. Me” he takes the bowls from you grabbing you by your shoulders trapping you so he could inspect your face.

You look at him with a frustrated frown. “What is there to talk about. Christian is an asshole. He hurt my feelings more then he ever did before last night, and he acts like he didn’t do shit. I had to keep my shit together at that meeting, seeing her stroll into that meeting with HIS hoody on.” You spit out. “I just can’t believe he played me like that. As if I’m on of his bitches”

Dabin closes his eyes. “It’s a fucking mess y/n I don’t know what to say. I told him. I told him you two needed to talk and clear up some issues between the two of you and then he does shit like that. It just baffles my mind. It’s like he agrees with everything I say and forgets after like 5 minutes just to do the shit he’s always done.”

You sigh at his words. Christian is the carefree type. He’ll do what he wants or needs to do. No one can tell him otherwise besides you. Or so you thought.

Dabin pulled you in between his legs and enveloped his arms around you hugging you tightly, trying to comfort you but physical contact when you’re having a hard time always leads to you crying.

“Even if he needed me around for the money and recognition for DPR he might as well be a little nicer to me. At least now I know he’s not using me, he’s just a genuine asshole” you blurt out.

“I’m sorry.” He says sighing into your hair.

“Don’t be, it’s not your fault. If anything it’s mine for believing him and falling under his spell again after he decided to be nice to me for more than 10 minutes.” You sniff into his chest.

“Don’t cry” he says letting go of you wiping away your tears with his thumbs. Dabin felt indifferent about your harsh words on his best friend. Even though what Christian did was fucked up, Dabin knows his heart, and it wasn’t like this. There had to be some kind of explanation to all of his shitty behavior lately.

“I don’t know what has gotten into him lately. Maybe there’s an explanation to all of this.” He says getting off the counter taking the bowls into his hands and giving you one.

“Right” you say rolling your eyes. Dabin will be mortified once he finds out you’ll buy out your contract with DPR. You’re not ready to tell him yet, so you quickly change the subject.

“Let’s just eat, and chill for a while.” You say putting some of your delicious looking special mac and cheese recipe into his bowl, handing him a fork.

He nods giving you a smile. “I actually just came by for your cooking you know.” He jokes to lighten the mood.

“Yeah I figured.” You chuckle.

                                                     - time jump -

Christian hesitated to ring your doorbell so he decided to peek through the window.

He didn’t know how to feel when he saw Dabin and you on the floor of your living room just smiling and talking away.

“Is this why she’s ignoring me, because she’s with him?” he whispers to himself in disbelief.

He frowns thinking back to what Dabin said to him in the club last night.

“y/n is loyal, funny, hella cute and hard working. She always puts up with your shit, she takes care of you when your legs won’t carry you anymore, yet you’re out here fucking around, knowing she has feelings for you, which you do too, even though you always try to deny it.”

Did Dabin just want you to himself all this time? Is that what that little outburst of him was.

Still he couldn’t believe his eyes, watching you. Like nothing happened between the two of you last night. He scoffed “wahhh-chiencha”

There’s only one way to find out what is going on right?

Christian rang your doorbell patiently waiting for you to open the door.

                                                         - inside -

“I honestly think I need a nap after all of that food.” Dabin says throwing his head back.

You got up taking the bowls from your coffee table. “Just get comfortable I don’t care” you say walking to your kitchen. Just as you put your bowls in the sink you hear your doorbell ring.

“I’ll get it” Dabin says yawning, walking towards the front door.

You wonder who it’d be, but you expected a package today so you didn’t think much of it.

“Hyung?” you hear Dabin’s voice echo through your house.

You look up in shock, realizing that could only be one person.

“What are you doing here mate?” Christian asked stepping inside. You quickly dried your hands walking towards the noise.

“I could ask the same of you” you say to Christian standing in the doorway to your hall. You were furious. Where did he find the fucking nerve to show up here unannounced?

Dabin closed his eyes. “Fuck” he whispered under his breath.

“What do you mean, why are you even angry? I called you like 20 times. Is it that hard to pick up your phone? Or were you too busy messing around with Dabinnie here?” Christian spat out to you.

“What the fuck did I do wrong?” Dabin asks cocking his head to the side looking at Christian dumbfounded.

You give him an angry look, balling your fists out of frustration.

“Get the fuck out of my house Christian.” You say crossing your arms. “I’m serious.”

“No” Christian simply stated. “Not until I know what the fuck is going on here and why you are so angry with me”

“Really Ian?” Dabin said to Christian in awe of his denseness to the situation.

Christian ignored him turning his attention to you.

“Y/n?” Christian said with an impatient tone.

“You went home with Yura. Did you think I wouldn’t find out? Really Christian. Even after what you said last night. Is that what you were sorry for? Because you already knew then and there that that’s what you were going to do once you returned to the club!?” you yell at him. You try your hardest to choke back your tears, but your voice already cracked multiple times.

Christian looked at you with wide eyes, finally realizing the situation.

“I-I didn’t go home with her y/n she went home with me” Christian says not thinking of how that just sounded still shocked by your outburst.

“Like that’ll make it better dude” Dabin says giving him a ‘bitch did you really just say that’ look.

You just look at him dumbfounded walking away from him and from confrontation, not wanting to cry in front of him anymore. You slam the door that divided your living room from the hallway behind you. “I want both of you out of here.” You say as calm as you could sound in the situation. The fact that you were crying was clearly audible from the sound of your voice.

Dabin slowly turned to Christian. “Hyung, you’re putting me in the most awkward position of my life right now.”

“I didn’t fuck Yura.” Christian says throwing his hands up in the air. “I didn’t. She was shitfaced drunk! What was I supposed to do!?” Christian fired his anger towards Dabin this time.

“Get her a fucking cab maybe?” Dabin yelled back. He had enough of this shit. He hated to be in the middle of his two best friends. “Let’s just both leave okay? She is in no state to listen to you.

Her judgment is clouded by anger right now. Talk to her tomorrow or when she’s ready.” Dabin calmly stated grabbing his older friend by his shoulders trying to get through to him.

“I hate that she thinks I would do something like that. I hate that she’s crying because of me.” Christian says looking into Dabin’s eyes. Hoping to find answers to questions he didn’t even ask yet.

“Hyung. Come on, let’s leave. Don’t make her angrier than she is right now”

“I don’t want to leave her.”

“It’s not about what you want right now Ian.” Dabin said letting go of Chrstian’s shoulders.

Christian simply nodded agreeing with Dabin, unable to wrap his head around the situation. He felt defeated. Defeated in a battle he didn’t even get to fight in.

Dabin drove Christian home. It was a silent car ride but the two of them didn’t have to speak to know what was on their minds. Of course it was you.

Christian closed his eyes. Frustrated and heartbroken when he imagined you all alone in your apartment, crying over something that didn’t even happen.

He planned to confess to you before he came to your apartment and talk everything through that had been happening over the past few weeks. He could have been hugging and kissing you right now, but a night that was supposed to be the start of something new for the both of you, turned out to be a night he could never have imagined.

“If she would’ve just let me explain” Christian whispers to himself staring out the car window.


Chapter 3: Confrontation

Teen Romance Flick 101

Word Count: 14K+
Pairing: Peter Parker x Female Reader
Summary: After failing your Algebra test you have to ask Peter Parker– one of the best students– to be your tutor. As you get to know each other better, feelings begin to develop between the two of you.
Warnings: None.
A/N: This is one of the most common tropes and let me tell ya: I haven’t got one single regret. I kept characters nameless and generic because I don’t want to mess up the characterization of the Homecoming characters– but I’ll probably update this fic when it comes out to make it fit better in that universe. [F/N] stands for Full Name in case you don’t realize it. 


You stare at the giant red F on your test and you feel your stomach clenching, because you studied so much for this test and it still wasn’t enough. The bell rings and your classmates stand up, rushing out of the room to get out as soon as possible– but you stay behind, putting everything on your backpack slower than usual. Once everyone is out you walk to your teacher and take a deep breath before coughing to get her attention.

“Ah, [Y/N]. I was thinking you were going to talk to me after class.” She says with a warm smile and that makes you feel worse– because she’s an incredible teacher and person and she tried so hard with you, but no matter how much effort comes from both of you the fact that you are a big class with many students is a guarantee that she just won’t be able to give you all the attention you need to fully understand what you have to do.

You smile back but it’s only half-hearted– and she sighs and joins her hands on top of her desk.

“You can take a make-up test in two weeks– and that’s the best I can do to help you work out a solution for your grade.” You feel your soul returning to your body and let out a sigh of relief, because not everything is lost.

“Thank you so much. I really tried but Algebra is just so hard for me–” You say apologetically and she lifts up a hand, shaking her head.

“I know you did. You’re a good student, [Y/N]. I know that. Which is why I have a suggestion for you– to help you understand Algebra better.”

“Yes! Anything, really.” You respond eagerly, nodding.

“A tutor. A student who has no problem with the subject and can explain things to you one on one– someone you can ask any questions you possibly have how many times you want.”

“I can’t believe I hadn’t thought of that. Well… I guess it’s because I only know two people who are good at Algebra, and they have way too much on their plates for me to ask them to tutor me on top of that. So, do you know about anyone I can ask?” You ask with a hopeful smile, while wracking your brain to try and remember which students in other classes are good at Algebra– but you’ve never cared enough to find out so you come up empty. Your teacher grins and nods.

“Peter Parker.”

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timeline of my morning
  • 12am: eh nbd i dont work tomorrow.
  • 2am: i should sleep soon im feelin pretty tired.
  • 3am: finally actually go to sleep.
  • 7;53am: stepdad wakes me up asking if i want a ride to work.
  • 7;54am: i am making a mad scramble to throw on clothes shouting I DIDNT KNOW I WORKED TODAY I DIDNT KNOW I-
  • 8;03am: in the car, on the way to work.
  • 8;10am: arrive shamefaced and late, clocking in and getting to work.
  • 8;45am: decides to check my schedule pinned to the wall.
  • 8;46am: SON OF A
SHH... Scott McCall x Reader

Requested by; anon


This is about a girl who joins beacon hills who seems to find herself crushing over Scott McCall but can’t do much about it as she’s not allowed to date because of her strict parents. This will be FLUFF and SMUT but in the next few parts. please let me know what you think. x

WARNINGS:

A bit of bullying and really awkward but cute Scott Mccall



The bell rings indicating it’s the end of the school day and everyone chatters and rushes out excited to leave school for the weekend. I see Lydia Martin the beautiful green eyed strawberry blonde, she’s one of the most popular girls at school, she’s talking to Scott McCall the hottest guy in school and the captain of the lacrosse team along with Stiles Stilinkski, I’ve never really spoken to any of them other than stiles and from the short moments we had together he was goofy and sweet as we had been science partners last term.

I feel awkward approaching them as I’m the new girl and they’re the popular gang. Lydia looks worried and is whispering something now and I can’t help but stare at Scott, yes it’s true i have been crushing on him since the day I started Beacon Hills High school I don’t realise how close I am to them when stiles clears his throat “ahem” Lydia stops and looks at me with raised eyebrows

“can I help you new girl!” She says harshly

“I’m s-sorry I just-I - I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop I just” Lydia cuts me off

“you was just what? Clearly trying to listen to our conversation” I just freeze not knowing what to say or do without making her even more angry

“What do you want” she widens her eyes getting impatient by the second

“I needed to get to my locker… you’re leaning on it” I quickly explain Lydia looks up in disbelief guilt rising over her face and she closes her eyes

“I’m so so sorry I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that, I’m having a really bad day” she apologises smiling I knew her apology was genuine because unlike other popular girls she wasn’t cruel so I smile back

“I-it’s okay honestly” I say while opening my locker and grabbing my books. “You’re in our history class right? It’s Y/N isn’t it?” Scott asks trying to lighten the mood He knows my name and I squeal in my mind trying to play it cool

“Y-yeah it’s uh Y/N Y/L/N” I smile awkwardly at the trio

“Again I’m really sorry for being a bitch I hope I didn’t hurt your feelings” Lydia apologises again feeling terrible no doubt I laugh it off and tell her I didn’t take it personally and leave on my way home.

~~~Next day ~~~~

I walk in the cafeteria to find a empty seat, earning glares and whispers, truth is I never managed to make any friends or even acquaintances and being the new girl meant everyone was talking about you. I ignored everyone and walked out with my lunch in my hand,

I find a empty stairwell and sit down on the floor glad to finally be alone and not having to hear people “whispering” about you. I cross my legs and grab my sandwich taking a bland bite my hunger disappearing at the mean comments I just heard,

“her hair looks funny”

“she’s such a loner”

“ew that weirdo just looked at me”

“don’t make any eye contact she might sit with us”

“what is she wearing”

all the words float around in my head, usually I just ignore stuff like that but for some reason right now I felt really lonely and hurt and I feel my emotions get the best of me as tears start to drop down my cheek. I hear a corridor door open and footsteps but don’t bother moving, too upset to care if anyone sees me crying. I don’t look up so only see a pair of light brown male shoes, he walks past me slowly and stops, he turns towards me and slides down next to me bending his knees upwards and his back against the wall. I still don’t look up at this stranger sniffling and wiping my tears away facing opposite to him.


“Hi?” I hear his voice peak awkwardly and my mood instantly lightens up as I recognise this strangers voice. I turn to look at Scott sitting next to me.

“Hi…” I whisper back wiping tears off my face We sit in a awkward silence until Scott speaks up

“Teenagers can be cruel”

“Yeah tell me about it” I scoff

“And you may think I’m just saying this because you think I feel sorry for you but I genuinely mean it….. you can talk to me about it” his voice full of sincerity I look at him to see if he really means the words he just said searching his eyes for a piece of doubt and look down when I don’t find it.

“Why do you care?” I whisper, returning my eyes to his. He doesn’t speak for a while but the silence is anything but awkward

“I just do” he simply replies smiling

“Do you want to maybe just ditch last period, I can show you some cool places I usually hang out around town” he softly queried

“Skip class?” I whisper raising my eyebrows He leans in removing the small space between us and whispers back mockingly

“yes skip class”

“Noo, I’ve never skipped class”

“Never?”

“Ever”

“Wow”

“What?”

“You’re a miss goody two shoes”

“Am not”

“Hmm”

“Hmm?”

“Hmm”

“What if we get in trouble?”

“I’ll get stiles to cover for us”

“Stiles?”

“You’re right ill tell Lydia”

“So what now we just walk out?” Scott gets up and helps me up his touch making my heart skip a beat, as if he knew this he looks at me raising a brow “Yeah as easy as 1..2..3” he explains

We leave and walk to the parking lot trying to hide away from any teachers lurking around and quickly get to Scott’s bike the adrenaline rushing through my body at this new and rebellious inner me. He hands me a helmet and grabs the other fitting it on his head while climbing on his bike revving his clutch, he notices my nervousness and gently grabs my hands around his torso,

“make sure to hold on tight yeah” he nods and I nod back and with that off we go.

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You and I (2)

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 3743

Warnings: Smut. Some angst…and NSFW gifs.

Summary: You broke up with your boyfriend and you try to distract yourself by listening to loud music and cleaning your room. Bucky lives on the same floor as you and hears the music. Curiosity gets the best of him.

A/N: Message me if you want to be tagged in anything. Let me know how my writing is pleaaaaaase

Tagging: @imgettingmarriedtobuckybarnes

Permanent Tag List:  @meganlane84 @mizzzpink @bringmetheemobands @kimistry27 @fireandicewillsuffice @vacam79 @amrita31199 @badassbaker

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What did she ever do to you?
Show you love?
Be there for you?
Pick you up when you fell?
Be there when everyone walked out?
Be your biggest fan?

And how did you repay her?
By shutting her out?
Leave her wondering?
Making her cry?
Making her feel like she’s not enough?
Breaking her?

You took her for granted
The one person who cared
More than anything
And you wonder why she left?

—  melindacarolinee
Letters For You

Pairing: Popular!Y/N/!Nerd!Michael

Rating: All

Request: No

Words: 3.000+

Summary: Michael’s seat in French class is situated right by the door giving him the chance to see the popular girl Y/N sitting in the other classroom across from the hall. He is shy and doesn’t know how to express his words so he does by secretly putting love notes into her locker.

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(Loki x reader) Can't sleep pt.4

A/N: ANGST TIME! (rip readers)

Words: 1,194

(Tag list below)

Warnings: Swearing, angst 

Part 1

Part 2 

Part 3


Loki sat on the couch in the avengers headquarters, reading a book as per usual whilst some of the other avengers sat around and discussed the current mission that was afoot. There were suspicions that a group of terrorists were planning a massive attack in the name of anti-vigilante protests. Whilst this was usually the government’s job to take care of this kind of thing, you, Natasha, Clint, Thor, Sam, and Steve were asked to take care of the suspected area that was under threat.

“I don’t know why Tony would send you on this mission. It’s far too dangerous” Loki had said earlier. Holding your hand gently, hoping he would never have to let go. 

“I’ll be fine Loki, You know I can take care of myself” you had replied with your beautiful sweet voice.

“I know, I just worry about you” Loki responded, kissing you on your forehead before you had left him alone to wait for your return.

Loki tried to hide his concern for you by taking his mind off the problem at hand and focusing on the latest book you had given him called ‘Looking for Alaska’. It wasn’t as grand or spectacular as the other books you had given him, but he didn’t mind. It reminded him of you without making him fret. The other avengers still didn’t know about the two of you, only Thor knew that Loki had feelings for you. However, he didn’t know that he had confessed them to you.

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Misreading the Situation

Pairing: Stuart x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 3300

Request:  Ok I got a Stuart request! How about the reader is Billy’s daughter and she meets Stuart thinks he’s a complete asshole but then Stuart gets drunk and confesses that he loves her in a phone call that was supposed to be to Billy but it actually is placed to the reader then the reader gives Stuart a chance and maybe they get it on idk you take it from there

Author’s Note: This took so long to write and I apologize immensely. Thanks to @dumbass-stilinski and @rememberstilinski for looking this over for me! I hope you all enjoy the filthy sin!


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