felt the need to add the other things cause his voice is so cute


               “No, you utter moron.” Draco snarled out in a whisper. “The instructions clearly read to add one bat spleen not two.”

               It took a lot of self-control for Harry to reign in the urge to commit murder. There were too many witnesses and Snape would probably enact revenge before he could even blink. He had thought that maybe after the war things would mellow down between the two of them, but it would seem that arguing was the only familiar action either of them could resort to.

               “If your ginormous head and ego wasn’t in the way, I might have been able to see that.”

               Draco narrowed his eyes dangerously as he wondered if Snape would look the other way if he just dunked Potter’s head in the cauldron. It would have to improve the Gryffindor’s stupidly handsome appearance. Part of him—a small part—didn’t want to fight with the brunette but the rest of him loved the normalcy to it. The simple but yet established argufy.

               “I will have you know that my ego could do with more inflation and my head is proportionate to my body.” The ‘unlike yours’ was left out but Draco felt as if his point had been met.

               That had Harry arching a lone brow. “If you inflate your ego any more than it already is, I fear what will happen to the rest of us. We will be collateral damage to your impending disaster.”

               “Salazar, I swear if you don’t start improving our potion instead of standing around like the gaping fool that you are, I will—”

               “You’ll what?” Harry interrupted, folding his arms across his chest and glaring angrily.

               “Potter, quit talking and actually participate in today’s potion.” Snape’s voice rang out, catching the rest of the class’ attention.

               Before Harry could point out that Malfoy had been talking too, the man continued with a smirk. “Ten points from Gryffindor.”

               For a brief—nearly minuscule—moment, Harry thought about telling the man exactly what he thought of his unfair treatment, but common sense kicked in and he wisely kept his mouth shut. He had also thought that the man would improve after nearly dying but of course that was just asking too much.

               It wasn’t until Snape turned around that Harry looked back to the potion. He pointedly ignored Malfoy’s smug smirk.

               “Karma; such a beautiful thing.” Draco whispered, loving the way the brunette clenched his jaw angrily. Merlin, he never felt more alive than when he was baiting Potter.

               “I fucking hate you.” Harry whispered back, shaking his head firmly when the smirk widened. He was too distracted by the Slytherin’s pretentious but perfect teeth that it wasn’t until the cauldron emitted a horrible smell that he knew a mistake had been made.

               “I deserve an Order of Merlin for having to deal with you.” Draco growled as he shoved the other boy to the side and began trying to fix whatever the idiot just did.



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Yuri on Ice BD audio commentary translation - Volume 3

Translation of the audio commentary of the BD/DVD vol.3, by Mitsurou Kubo and Junichi Suwabe, voice actor of Victor Nikiforov. I really wanted to post this before the weekend because I’m not going to be home a lot, so I decided “well, I might just not sleep tonight and translate this instead”… This time there are some parts that I translated almost integrally. They talk a lot about Victor, especially Suwabe’s struggle to get into the role. It provides insight while at the same time not providing… since apparently it’s very hard to guess what is “right” when talking about Victor. I’m sure you will get what I mean if you read what they say…

The commentary is only for episode 6. Episode 5 has no commentary. It’s not a full translation but I summarized most of what they said, and as I wrote above some parts are almost completely translated. As in the previous ones, the format is different from normal interview translations, and you can find my comments too (mostly in brackets).

Translation under the post because it’s long. Enjoy!

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Friends? (Stiles Stilinski imagine)

Summary: You are in love with your best friend and maybe - just maybe - he feels the same way.

Based off the prompt: “Wait, no, don’t take off my hoodie. I love the way it looks on you.” from this prompt list.

Warnings: one minor curse word and fluff that might make your heart explode. (I’m serious, this is extremely cheesy).

Word Count: 3.6k 

A/N: I love love, and I think it shows. The question on everyone’s lips: will I ever stop writing the best-friends-turned-lovers trope? To that there is only one answer - no. I love it too much. As always, I hope you enjoy reading!

Originally posted by butiflewtoohigh

“I was right,” Stiles announced, a smug expression glued to his face. Adamantly, you shook your head, rubbing the tops of your arms as you attempted a grimace.

“I’m fine.” To prove your point, you held your arms out. A rush of cold air instantly attached to your exposed skin, and you had to hold back a shiver. “I can handle this, Stiles.”

“Mhmm,” he hummed, obviously doubting your words. “Let’s carry on then - unless you’d like to admit defeat.”

“I’ll never give you that satisfaction.” Slinging your hand around your best friend’s arm, you pulled him down the crowded street.

It was Scott’s birthday in a few weeks, so you’d decided to drag Stiles along on your quest to find the perfect gift. The three of you had been friends for years, but neither you nor Stiles could think of a present that Scott would like so it had seemed logical to team up.

When Stiles had shown up at your door, thick hoodie over his torso, you’d laughed - the sun had been out, a warm breeze filling the air. He’d replied with the prediction that it’d cloud over and go chilly and, sure enough, the weather had done exactly that.

“We should try a bookshop. Maybe they’ll have something on veterinary medicine,” you suggested. Stiles shrugged, allowing himself to be pulled around the shopping district.

You’d been surprised when he agreed to come with you - Stiles was never one who normally enjoyed the pleasures of recreational shopping - but you’d began to notice that he was making a conscious effort to spend more time with you. You’d initially put it down as him simply wanting to bond with you before you split off to go to college, but you were beginning to wonder if there was some type of ulterior motive at play.

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Beautiful In White (M)

Originally posted by cuteguk

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: Adorned in an exquisite ivory A-line dress, you’re the most beautiful Jungkook has ever seen you. After all, it is your wedding day.

Word Count: 7,182

Genre: Angst (?), smut

A/N: Everything in italics are flashbacks.


The only word that could come close to describing your mere presence as he watches you weave your way through the round tables. You’re being pulled into an awkward hug every second by guests as they try to figure out how to overcome the barrier that is your dress without ruining your hair and makeup. He watches as you converse animatedly with the guests, some of whom he does and does not recognize.

You tuck the strands of hair that frame your face behind your ear, only to have them fall back to where they were just seconds ago, but he gets a brief view of your face. Your cheeks are stained with a light pink tint, your lashes expertly curled in a way that showcased the eyes Jungkook fell in love with, face properly contoured – a term which Jungkook unwillingly learned after having to watch too-many-to-count make up tutorials with you – and your lips, smothered in god knows how many different brands of lipsticks. The end result of four hours of makeup was nothing short of perfection. Jungkook mentally curses the stupid rules and superstitions that forbid him from seeing the bride before the wedding day.

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Stiles Stilinski Imagine- Save Me Dumbass

Request- Oh my word I love your writing! Could I request a Stiles imagine where the reader and him go on like a cute date but then the reader gets kidnapped and is just really sarcastic with her captures and Stiles and Scott try and save the reader in the most unconventional and hilarious ways possible. P.S. I love your writing.

Author’s Note- First of all, thank you love. This request was a really cute concept, so warning it is pretty long. I hope you enjoy x

You ran out to Stiles’ jeep on your driveway. “Hey beautiful” he beamed as you opened the door and sat down. “Hey handsome” you returned, clipping in your seatbelt. “So what did you chose for date night?” you asked, as he took the jeep off park. “A drive in movie” he smiled. “Good choice” you nod, as he began to drive. When you arrived it was an abnormally busy day there, I guess it was because tickets were half price due to it closing down within the next few months. “What film is showing?” you asked, staring at all the people walking around with popcorn, drinks and snacks. “It’s Taken 2″ Stiles answered, after the lady passed you your tickets. You picked a space and reversed into it. You then both climbed out with all your stuff and set up in the back of the jeep. Stiles had packed blankets, pillows, food and even fairy lights to hang up. “You’re cute” you whispered. “I know” he winked playfully. You rolled your eyes and he kissed your forehead. You watched the film curled into your boyfriend’s chest, that was until you decided to need the bathroom. “I’ll walk you up there” Stiles offered. “It’s fine, plus when we get back people would have taken all of your cute stuff” you said climbing out. “I don’t care about my fairy lights, I care about you” he pouted, like a puppy. “Well I do, and I promise I’ll be back in five minutes tops” you sounded adamant. “Okay, well be safe” Stiles said hesitantly, not being able to hide his concern. “I will” you smiled sweetly, kissing him and walking off.

You hadn’t even walked four steps when your phone started to blow up with notifications. ‘You okay?’, ‘No guys are looking at you are they?’ ‘Tell them I have a bat and a werewolf best friend’ ‘Y/n you better reply I’m panicking’ . You stood still and turned around. “Stiles you can literally still see me” you shouted. “Just making sure” he called back. You shook your head and laughed, before continuing on your journey. You and Stiles text back and forth the whole way there, because he wanted to make sure you were completely safe. ‘I’m going into the bathroom now, I’ll text you the second I’m out’. ‘Okay baby’. The toilets were packed when you got in there, but once you came out of the stall they were completely empty. You washed your hands and dried them on your clothes, to get out of there as quick as you could. You couldn’t deny that something didn’t quite feel right. You got outside and reached for your phone in your back pocket. You started to text your boyfriend, when you felt like someone was watching you. ‘I’m on my way bac-’ you started to type, before you felt someone grab your shoulder firmly. You instantly turned around to see a hooded and masked figure, you also noticed that there was no longer people walking around, as it was now the climax of the film. “But it’s date night” you whined to yourself, being no stranger to the bad in Beacon Hills. You weren’t exactly terrified, as you’d come face to face with tons of supernatural creatures by now, and a kidnapper was hardly the scariest. Stiles must have seen that you had been ‘typing’ on the chat for a while, so he called you out of concern, which the capturer’s attention was automatically drawn to, giving you enough time to elbow him In the dick and run. You ran to the closest staff car park, which was a lot darker and quieter because no one was around. You ducked behind a car, realising that there was more than one kidnapper looking for you. You turned your phone onto silent and dimmed the brightness, before calling Stiles. “Are you okay, where are you?” he immediately answered. “There are about three masked people looking for me- and I’m in the staff car park” you whispered into your phone. “Okay I’m coming, don’t panic and just stay on the phone to me okay” you could hear the own panic in his voice, yet he tried to remain calm to not worry you. “Okay” you breathed. You looked under the car to see if you could see their feet, as they looked for you, and whatever Stiles was saying became blurred as you couldn’t see any of them. You stood up slowly and turned around, ready to make another run for it. “Oh shit- you scared me” you couldn’t help but add the sarcastic comment at the end, as you came face to face with them all. They covered your mouth with tape and shoved an empty pillow case over your head, before shoving you in the trunk of a car. Just great.

They must have sedated you or something, because the next thing you knew, you were waking up in the middle of an empty warehouse, on like the sixth floor up. You opened your eyes, seeing you were tied to a chair by your wrists. Shortly after that, you let out a small splutter. “What’s so funny?” one of the people spoke, feeling mocked. “It’s just very cliché” you criticised, with a smirk. “Someone has balls” the one that grabbed you said (the first capturer). “Clearly bigger than yours” you commented with a fake pout, referring to how he groaned like a little bitch earlier. “I like her” the third spoke, which you now knew was female. “Why don’t you take your masks off then, and we can become better acquainted”  you smiled falsely. “No can do I’m afraid, boss’ orders” the second male spoke. “And what would your boss want with me?” you asked, furrowing your brows. “You know if I was in your position, I’d be a lot nicer and do a lot of begging and less of the sarcastic comments” the first taunted. You stuck your finger up at him, with the little mobility you had and mouthed the words ‘Fuck You’, before looking back to the others for answers. Which caused the two of them to laugh, and for him to storm out like a child, slamming the warehouse door shut. “All we know is that we have to keep you here, until someone of more value comes along” the girl shrugged. Their boss clearly knows about your supernatural friends, and rather your capturers know a lot more than they’re making out, or their boss has genuinely sent them in blind, to see what Scott and the pack are really capable of. “So I’m the bait?” you quickly asked, not wanting to give too much away. “I guess you could say that” he spoke. The next few hours were torture, simply because you were that fucking bored. They didn’t ask questions, no interrogation, hell you were even waiting for a physical altercation to have something to do. The only fun you had, came from bullying the first capturer, who had stormed off a total of ten times because you were so mean to him. The worst part was that you couldn’t even try to save yourself with the training Allison had given you, because literally all they did was sit and watch your every move all day. You could blink and one of them would jump up, gun at the ready. Luckily the first capturer didn’t have a gun, like the other two, because you certainly wouldn’t have left unharmed.

Meanwhile, Scott and Stiles were having a lot more of a ‘productive’ day than yourself. I say ‘productive’ as they weren’t really getting anywhere, but the pair of them were really trying. Bless them. They didn’t want to involve the rest of the pack or Stiles’ dad yet, until they at least knew more information. Which of course they didn’t have, because the people that took you were clearly a new threat to the pack- and partially because they were acting like nervous wrecks. Stiles had stripped his murder board and replaced it with your case. In other words all he had done was place a picture of you an him together, with a string attaching it to a terrible drawing of three stick people. Scott on the other hand, was sitting on the bed searching the bestiary for answers. Which of course, would have been no help what so ever. “There’s nothing about a kidnapping creature that hunts in threes” Scott finally concluded, shutting it. “So maybe they’re not even supernatural?” Stiles suggested. They looked at each other intensely for a second, before both brushing it off and saying “Nahh” in unison. In the pair of their minds, anything surrounding the crime in Beacon Hills was supernatural based. “I could try and track her by scent” Scott suddenly remembered he was a werewolf. “You don’t have to” Stiles suddenly remembered. He grabbed his phone off his desk and waved it at Scott. “You’re going to call her?” Scott asked, confused. “No, I’m going to track her phone” he corrected, as if Scott should have known. “You have a tracking device on her phone Stiles?” he asked, judging his best friend’s overprotective and concerning behaviour. “I have a tracking device in all of your phones- Scott we all agreed to it months ago” Stiles stated. “Oh yeah” he nod his head, recalling the pack meeting on it. “To the jeep” Stiles shouted, very hyperactively. “Never say that again” Scott commented, trailing behind him.

“My boyfriend will find me” you said smugly, fishing for conversations to cure your boredom more than anything. “Good luck with that” one of them retort. “He will” you couldn’t help but have the last word. “Do you still have that tape?” the first capturer spoke again. “And he’s going to destroy you” you carried on. “Your boyfriend wont do shit” he said, getting into your face. “Well I certainly will” you bit back. He hovered confused above you for a second, that was before you forcefully kicked him in the balls, causing him to drop to the ground in pain this time. You smirked and raised your eyebrows, and the other two couldn’t help but laugh. He then stood up angrily (Still holding his balls) and grabbed the gun out of the girl’s hand. “No don't” the other male shouted, stepping in front of you. “If you kill her now, without getting whoever the fuck we’re supposed to be luring here, we wont get paid” he spoke In a low voice, which you managed to just about hear. “Yeah you cant kill me, I’m the bait” you smiled both sarcastically and smugly. He reluctantly gave the gun to the second capturer, who then passed it back to the girl. ‘You’re screwed’ you mouthed, so only the first capturer could see, after realising that they didn’t know anything about your supernatural friends. He clenched his fists and breathed, you were relying on Scott and Stiles because you knew that motherfucker wouldn’t hesitate to kill you.

“The signal ends here” Scott pointed out, staring at the locater on Stiles’ phone. He then pulled up into the empty car park and the two of them hopped out, slamming the doors shut. The sound of that echoed into the windows of the warehouse, alerting them of the arrival. “We’ve got company” the girl said, as her and the second capturer made their way to glance out the window. You squinted your eyes shut for a moment, out of their stupidity. When you opened your eyes, the first capturer was standing there with a cocky expression, he mouthed the words ‘show time’ to you, before joining the others to look out the window- and grabbing the girl’s gun once again. Meanwhile Scott and Stiles stood by the jeep oblivious, they picked up your smashed phone from the floor. “Maybe she’s in there” Scott suggested, as they looked at the large warehouse. “Nahh” they both said in unison once again. “That’s what they want us to think” Stiles said wisely, as they both went to get back into the jeep. All of a sudden, one gun shot was let off. “Stiles!” you screamed, not being able to see what was happening. You then began to pull against your restraints desperately. “Omg” Stiles said in shock, as Scott pulled out the bullet from his own arm. He turned to look up at the window, his eyes glowing bright red. “What The Fuck” the second capturer said in disbelief. “GET THE FUCKING DOOR” the first kidnapper shouted, while continuing to shoot at the pair of them from the window. The other two then ran and stood facing the door, the girl stood defenceless behind the second guy. The first capturer quickly joined them, after Scott had managed to make it to the building effortlessly. You had managed to cut one of your restraints, and were now tugging at the much tighter second one, when the door burst open. You couldn’t look, all you heard was the sound of gunshots, growling, and bodies flying around the room. You then turned to see Scott standing, looking down at the three of them on the floor. You breathed in relief, and then your eyes widened when you couldn’t see your stupid, wreckless, irrational, smart, loving, sweet boyfriend. That was until he stumbled into the room a few seconds later, completely out of breath, “Sorry, he got up all of those stairs a lot quicker than me” he spoke slowly between breaths. You looked at him and shook your head, “Save me dumbass” you interrupted. He then came over and untied your other restraint, before helping you up. “You found me” you then smiled at him sweetly. “Because I love you” he replied, cupping your cheeks and pulling you into a passionate kiss. “I helped” Scott interrupted jokingly. You and Stiles pulled away and smiled at each other adoringly. “And come here you” you turned around and pulled Scott into a hug. That’s when you saw the first capturer half standing up, attempting to raise his gun to shoot Scott. Stiles must have clocked on because before you knew it, Stiles had made his way over to him. “Where are you going?” he asked, punching him in the face, knocking him back over. Which low-key turned you on, because who doesn’t fancy badass Stiles? “Who sent you?” Scott asked, as you also made your way over to him. He simply let out a laugh through his bloody mouth, and spat on he ground to show his lack of respect. “Asshole!” you muttered, punching him in the mouth, knocking him out cold. Which low-key turned Stiles on, because who doesn’t fancy badass Y/n?

The three of you climbed into the jeep. “Thanks again dad” Stiles said out of his window. “I’ll take them in for questioning, I’ll help you guys write up your police statements later, with alterations I assume” The Sherriff nodded, relating to the supernatural parts the three of you will need to edit out. “Thanks” the three of you said In unison, as Stiles started the jeep. “So is that all they said, their boss is after one of us?” Scott asked, as you began to drive away. “Yeah, that’s all” you said in agreement, after telling them both all that had happened. “Looks like we’ll need to do some research, and call for a pack meeting” Scott suggested. “Tomorrow then” Stiles said. “Why not tonight?” Scott asked. “Because me and my girlfriend here, have a date night we need to compensate for” Stiles grinned, causing you to smile. “Oh I see-” Scott laughed. It had been one of the weirdest days of your life, and one you were surely never going to forget, you were glad to have such great friends and a perfect boyfriend to stay with you. No matter how completely and utterly stupid they can be, you wouldn’t change them for the world.

Sorry its long I know, and sorry if the request didn’t turn out as funny as you would have wanted, but I sort of ran away with the plot x

Imagine Yondu getting back at you for playing a mean prank on him (smut)

(WOAH LONG ASS SMUT 😏VERY NSFW Sorry guys I just need to get this one out of my system…I just love him so much that inspiration hit me so hard it all came out…Idk if this is a mess or not but most likely it is XD Hope you guys can somehow appreciate it :) Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owner.)

You screwed up. Big time. But at least it was worth it.


You were having a blast laughing with your friends among the Guardians at the bar when suddenly it all came to a stop the instant Yondu found his way to you.

He didn’t say anything, simply grabbing you over back to the ship, away from the others. You tried to stop him, laughing in his face about it and wanting to reveal the truth but he wouldn’t have any of it.

In the end, he had you thrown into his room and pushed you to sit on the bed. As he stood back, his gaze told you to sit up straight or else, at least you that’s what you thought.

Strangely, it was quiet. You could hear the sound of your breathing and his filling the room slightly.

The tension was too obvious yet at the same time, you wondered as to why he’d stay this silent. He did went through the trouble to make a scene and pull you away mid drink and laughter, in front of Peter his “son” and the others around.

So why was he wasn’t freaking out like he should be by now. Your eyes stared vaguely to the ground, trying your best to make light of the situation.

Dryness was suddenly being felt at your throat and instinctively you tried to clear it. To Yondu, he thought you were about to talk back at him first, and instantly he put his finger to your lips.


He wasn’t going to let you have your way just as you had been for the last few years you’ve been together since he found you. He couldn’t afford to have another “Peter Quill” situation and let the other crew members think he had that much of a soft spot for Terrans, especially for the young ones.

He had to tighten his rules with you and now the opportunity was perfect. You screwed up and worse, you worried him. You made him look and sound like a weak old man, screaming and flipping out at his subordinates with slightly watery eyes.

All that show, after finding a neatly tucked piece of paper by his control console that wrote “I’m sorry…” and the audacity you had to add a little doodle of a sad face. Thousands of things ran through his mind when he saw that, you being taken, you selling yourself, and worse, you growing tired of him and walking out of his life.

“You…” That’s all he muttered. His eyes stared at you in anger and you knew you were in trouble. He stood back and taking a piece of paper out, he read it and only seemed to get angrier.

“Are you out of your goddamn mind, girl!” He spat at you, throwing the note over and his thick accent ringing through the room.

Pointing it at, he exclaimed, “You care to explain this?! What the hell were you thinking?!”

You sighed. You should’ve known you took this one too far. Looking at it subtly, you turned your gaze back towards his boots and let out a faint and nervous chuckle.

He knew it was coming, your nervous and cute explanation that would surely change the situation but not today. He wasn’t going to let that happen.

“Well…You see that was actually just a pra-”

“A prank!? You think that’s funny!? Playing with my damn feelings and making me look like an idiot in front of everyone for you?!”

You yelped as he suddenly made a move to grab a hold of you. His grip was rather tight and from his growl, you knew you weren’t going to be let off easy.

You were at lost for words. He just admitted probably the most embarrassing thing he could ever admit to you and to the others as well, you thought. You couldn’t say anything, his gaze was burning and making you sit still.

Shying away slightly from him, you ended up lowering your gaze and tensing within his tight grip.

Why did you had to be the way you were, he thought. He wanted to yell at you more but at this point he wanted to comfort you, and that turned him on.

Seeing you so still and wide eyed, his breathing ended up mixing with yours, somehow calming himself down from all of it. Thinking about it, he realized he had you in the palm of his hands now, whatever he wanted from you, he knew he would get it.

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Davey learns Crutchie’s real name, but that’s not the only thing he learns.

// This story contains references to child abuse. If that kind of content makes you uncomfortable, proceed with caution! //

AO3 Version

“So, I’ve kinda got a question,” Davey asked, wondering silently how he wound up playing cards with the King of Brooklyn and the King of Brooklyn’s (best friend? Boyfriend? Davey didn’t know) , on some random Tuesday night in the middle of summer.

“You always do, Mouth,” Spot said, while Race asked, “What is it?”

“So, what’s with the whole nickname thing? Like,” Davey glanced around the dim room, wringing his hands together. “Why do some of you guys go by nicknames ‘nd some don’t?”

“Why you askin’ us?” Spot said, not bothering to look at Davey when he spoke to him.

“I mean, Race goes by a nickname ‘nd you don’t, so..”

“You really think Spot is my real name?”

“Oh my god, Davey,” Race set the cards down, huffing out a laugh as he did. “What the hell kinda parents would name their kid Spot?”

“Considering you’re the smart ‘Hatten newsie, you’re real thick.” Spot added, crossing his arms and pulling his eyes away from Race to look at Davey.

Davey hesitated for a second.

“W-well in my defense, I’ve got no clue why Spot’s your nickname, so I just assumed.. Plus, it’s always paired with Conlon. I just thought it was you’re first and last name.”

“‘Course it’s paired with my last name. I ain’t gonna let people call me just Spot. ‘Specially not my enemies. ”

“Why not?”

“Cause Spot’s a dog’s name-” Spot began before Race cut in, voice sounding amused like he’d heard Spot give this speil a hundred times.

“When you add a last name, it’s a person’s name.”

“I ain’t no dog.”

“Well, ‘course not. I guess not knowin’ where it came from made me guess it was your real name..” Davey trailed off, Spot’s eyes on him starting to make his skin crawl.

“I used ta be covered in burn marks from my dad’s cigars,” Spot said, shrugging, lifting up his shirt a bit to show a sky’s worth in stars of faded pink circles, some raised from the skin and rough looking. Now that Davey was looking, he could see similar marks on Spot’s arms that he’d never noticed before. “Ise still gots the scars, but they ain’t near as noticeable as fresh burns, which I ain’t gettin’ no more.”

Davey was kind of afraid to ask why.

“Okay, so maybe you don’t go by you’re real name, but other newsies do! Like.. like Jack, for example.”

“Pfft, that’s cute,” Race said, picking up the deck of cards and starting to shuffle them again.

“W-what? What’s cute about that?”

“How you think Jack Kelly’s a real name.”

“What do you mean? Jack isn’t a-”

“Where exactly you see this conversation goin’, Mouth?” Spot interrupted. “We invited ya ta play cards, not interrogate us.”

“I’m just curious.”

Spot rolled his eyes, no longer looking at Davey, instead gluing his eyes on Race’s hands as he finished shuffling the cards and began distributing them between the three.

“It’s sorta a respect thing for some people,” Spot explained. “You gotta earn people’s real names for some. Like, only a hand fulla people know my real name.”

Race gave Spot a knowing look.

“Alright, alright. One person knows my real first name.”

Race smiled. “That person bein’ me.”

“Whatever.” Spot rolled his eyes again and Davey swore that Spot Conlon, King of Brooklyn, was smiling. This might just be the weirdest night of his life.

“Some newsies don’t care too much ‘bout it, but gettin’ called by your nickname just becomes second nature. Some folks just stick with their real name ‘cause it doesn’t bother ‘em. Like, everyone calls ya Davey cause it don’t bother ya.”

“You call me Mouth, though.”

“Yeah, cause that’s what you is.”

“The nicknames come from physical things or how people act,” Race said, setting down the last card in the pile in front of Spot, then picking up his own pile. “You talk too much. Youse a mouth. I’m a gambler- Racetrack is just a lil more personal to my taste in what to bet on.”

“Don’t people find that offensive, though? Like, maybe not so much Specs cause glasses ain’t like, a bad thing, but-”

“Youse offended by us callin’ you Mouth?” Spot asked, sounding amused as he picked up his cards.

“No, it’s fine. You don’t have ta stop.”

“Good, ‘cause I wasn’t gonna, no matter what you said.”

“Still, though. How does like.. Crutchie not get offended. We’re calling him directly by his disability.”

“Crutchie likes bein’ called Crutchie,” Race said, looking somewhat upset by the implication that he’d call his friend something he didn’t like. “If he didn’t we’d call ‘im somethin’ else. Plus, Crutchie’s name ain’t even that far off his real one.”

“What’s his real name?” Davey asked.

“Charlie,” Race said before he could stop himself.


Spot was giving Race a sharp look, one that made Davey’s heart start to pump faster in his chest. Davey couldn’t really tell what was happening anymore- Race and Spot were having an entire conversation without saying a word. He hesitantly picked up his cards, attracting both their attention with the noise.

“We ain’t talkin’ ‘bout this anymore.” Spot said, still giving Race a look out of the corner of his eye. “We’s playin’ cards. Nothin’ else.”

“Hey, uh,” Race said, earning himself another glare from Spot, but a less angry seeming one. “Pretend you didn’t hear that. ‘Specially not from me.”

“Got it.”


A few days later, Davey and Les arrived at the distribution gates to see the hoard of Manhattan newsies standing around and talking. They made their way over to Jack who was rubbing at his arm nervously.

“What’s wrong?” Les asking, looking up at Jack.

“Eh, Crutchie’s leg’s givin’ ‘im trouble this mornin’. Said he’d be right behind us but he ain’t here yet.”

“Why don’t you go check on him?” Davey asked.

“And leave the rest ‘a the boys here with the Delancey’s?” He scoffed. “Ain’t happening.”

“We don’t need ya protectin’ us Jack,” Romeo said, crossing his arms. “Go check on ‘im.”

Jack grumbled something incomprehensible.

“I’ll go check on ‘im,” Specs said, stepping out of the group of Newsies, rolling his eyes at Jack overprotectiveness. Davey watched as Specs took off towards the lodging house.

“I hate this,” Jack said quietly.

“Hey, I’m sure he’s fine,” Davey said, putting a hand on Jack’s shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah.” Jack mumbled. “I just worry about ‘im. ‘Specially since the strike. It just..” He trailed off for a second, staring down at the ground. “I hate seein’ ‘im hurt.”

Davey nodded sadly. Davey had hated seeing Crutchie hurt too, hated watching the Delancey’s drag him off by his bum leg, and they were nowhere near as close as Jack and him were at the time. Davey couldn’t even imagine how Jack felt when it happened.

After a couple of minutes, Specs returned with Crutchie walking next to him. The pace they were walking at was slow and Crutchie’s face was pained. Davey knew this happened sometimes. There’d be days when his leg was aching so bad he couldn’t get out of bed, much less sell papers. While he didn’t look quite that bad now, Crutchie didn’t look good. His face was clammy and pale, his grip on his crutch looked desperate, and even from the distance Davey could see him biting down on his lower lip.

Jack perked up visibly, uncrossing his arms and straightening his back. “Crutchie!”


It happened suddenly. One instant Crutchie was calling back to Jack, and the next he was wincing as his crutch fell out from under his arm, too much of his weight landed on his bad leg, and he crashed to the ground. Jack was running- Davey was running. Specs couldn’t grab him fast enough- Crutchie hit the ground and yelled out- grabbing his leg groaning.

“Crutchie!” Jack screamed, Davey running behind him.

Specs was crouched down next to Crutchie when Jack and Davey reached him. Crutchie was sitting down then, his bad leg extended and his good one curled against his chest, his crutch laying on the ground at his side. Specs was rubbing Crutchie’s bad leg with both hands, asking every few seconds if he was okay and making sure he wasn’t hurting him.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay,” Crutchie mumbled through his clenched teeth.

“Damnit, Crutchie,” Jack mumbled. “If your legs hurtin’ you this bad just tell me. You ain’t sellin’ papes like this.”

“It’s fine, Jack, my leg ain’t too bad-”

“That’s a lie ‘nd we both know it.”

“I agree with Jack. Let’s get get ya back to the lodging house, Charlie.”

Davey didn’t even realize what he’d done till he noticed Crutchie’s hands tighten around his leg and his shoulders tense up.

“What- why- why’d you call me that? Who gave you my name?”

“I didn’t mean to-”

Suddenly, Jack shoved him backwards. Davey nearly fell down as he stumbled. Jack gave him a sharp glare that Davey understood immediately. Back off.

Davey walked back over to the other newsies at the distribution gate.

“The hell was that about?” Romeo asked quickly.

“Why’d Jack shove ya?” Race questioned, and Davey blocked out the chorus of other questions being thrown at him.

Before Davey could answer Specs came walking over. Behind him Davey could say Jack helping Crutchie back up, who glanced over his shoulder and said something quietly. The two then started walking back to the lodging house.

“Jack’s gonna wanna talk to ya,” Specs said. “Give ‘im a little ta cool off first. He said he wants you to meet him at the lodging house in fifteen minutes.”

“Oh god,” Romeo said from behind him and Race mumbled, “What the hell’d you do, Davey?”

Davey ignored them both and reached into his pocket and handed Les a few coins, telling him how many papers to buy for the day, and then instructing him to stick by Specs till he got back.


When Davey arrived at the lodging house Jack was waiting for him at the door.

“Hey, Jack-”

“Shut up. Just follow me,” Jack mumbled, standing and walking towards the fire escapes ladder. Davey followed him silently up the ladder, then sat on the box Jack pointed at for him on the rooftop. It was hot outside, but that wasn’t the only reason he was sweating. Davey had upset Crutchie- and from what he understood, Crutchie was one of the most important things in Jack’s world. God, Davey thought. I messed up bad.

“So, who told you ‘is real name?” Jack spoke as he pulled a box up next to Davey’s.

“It came out when I was playin’ cards with Spot and Race the other day.”

“I’m gonna kill ‘em,” Jack grumbled.

“Listen, Jack, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean ta call ‘im by it. It just-”

“I ain’t the one you need ta apologize to,” Jack said, turning his head from the cityscape to face Davey.

“I’ll go apologize to him right now-”

“No, Davey. Sit. Crutchie needs a little time ta.. Calm down, I guess. Ya freaked ‘im out. It’s been a long time since he’s let anyone call ‘im that name.”

“Not even you?”

“Nah. It.. connects ‘im back to a bad time in his life.”

“What do you mean?”

Jack sighed. “Why’s you always gotta ask so many questions?”

“Oh- sorry, if you don’t wanna say it’s fine. It’s not my place to-”

“Calm down. It didn’t mean it.” Jack turned his head away from Davey and back to the city, looking out over all the buildings.

“Crutchie didn’t have a good home life. Most ‘a us don’t have ‘em the best.. Most of us don’t got ‘em at all anymore. Crutchie don’t got a family no more- not blood at least. But when he did.. It was real bad.”

Jack stopped talking to a second, rubbing at his arm absentmindedly while he collected his thoughts. Davey didn’t say anything, just watched him.

“I didn’t meet Crutchie till the worst of it was already over. He told us later on why everythin’ had happened. His uh.. He got polio when he was real little. Maybe four he said, he don’t really remember exactly when cause it’s a slow thing. Anyway, his family was ‘im, his two brothers, and his ma’ and pa’. His ma’ got polio shortly after he did. It wound up killin’ her.”

Jack paused again, swallowing roughing.

“His pa’ drank a lot. His dad and one of his brothers, the older of ‘em, blamed ‘im for his mother dyin’. They beat on ‘im, but it wasn’t too bad. Crutchie couldn’t fight back at all or anythin’. He couldn’t walk with his leg gettin’ worse. He didn’t even have a crutch back then. He had ta drag himself around, from what he told me.

“Anyway. Things, uh, escalated. His dad lost ‘is job and he found a new one but it didn’t pay half as well.. They stopped givin’ ‘im food, for the most part, ‘cept what he took for himself, or one of his brother’s could sneak to ‘im. His dad got mad if he caught ‘em though.

“Eventually, it uh.. It all came to its head and ‘is.. They decided to get rid of him.”

Jack stopped talking then. His eyes were wide and fixed on the ground, his back hunched over. Davey felt like he was gonna be sick. But he needed to know. He needed to know.

“What.. what do you mean?”

Jack took in a hung gulp of air then let it go. He looked over to Davey.

“His dad tried to kill ‘im. He tried to choke him to death. Crutchie doesn’t really.. remember most ‘a it, but he said one his brothers was screamin’ his name. Beggin’ their dad to stop. He chickened out in the end- he threw Crutchie out on the street, barely conscious. Crutchie said the last thing he remembers is his dad sayin’ to his brother that he’d kill ‘im if he went after Crutchie. Then his memory goes out.

“I don’t know how long he was layin’ there on the sidewalk, unconscious. All I know is it was night time when we found ‘im. Real late. Me and Specs dragged ‘im back to the lodging house. We couldn’t really.. really tell if he was alive or not. Or if he’d make it, if he was. He looked.. awful.

“He was covered in bruises and scrapes and he was so small. He still is but.. It was so much worse back then. You could see his bones- every ridge of his spine. Everything. It was.. Horrible.”

Jack froze up, frowning, shaking his head softly. He looked over to Davey.

“Sorry. I’m rambling.”

“It’s okay,” Davey mumbled, desperately wanting to reach out and touch Jack- to put his hand on Jack’s back and try to comfort him. But he didn’t. “I ask you to tell me.”

After a moment’s silence, Jack started again.

“He didn’t move a whole lot the first couple of weeks. Everyone pitched in to pay his stay and to feed him. He looked miserable. Really, none of us thought he’d live but.. we weren’t gonna give up on him. We got ‘im a crutch and eventually he was able to start walking around, slowly but surely. We made sure he didn’t overdo it. He couldn’t talk to tell us his name. He had these.. dark purple bruises- practically black- circling his neck from his father’s hands. It hurt for ‘im to talk, so he didn’t. We called him Crutchie cause it was easy ta remember, and he didn’t seem ta mind it.

“He never told any of us his real name till kinda recently, actually. He said not to call him by it though cause it takes him back to that day with his dad ‘nd his brother. He doesn’t like to think ‘bout it. Or talk ‘bout it. You can imagine why.”

Jack stopped talking again, but this time Davey knew it was because they’d reached the end of the story. His nausea hadn’t died down- in fact, it was slowly getting worse. The story was awful enough on it’s own- but knowing the he had taken Crutchie back to that day… He couldn’t handle that. He couldn’t handle the guilt swelling up in his stomach and choking him (just like Crutchie’s dad had done to him- oh god- he was gonna throw up-)

Davey stood up and stumbled away, spilling the contents of his stomach as far away from Jack as he could get. Jack got off his box and appeared behind Davey, rubbing his sympathetically.

“God- god- I’m such an idiot,” Davey mumbled, rubbing his sleeve across his mouth. “I can’t believe- what I did to him-”

“You couldn’t ‘a known,” Jack said, sighing. “I shouldn’t ‘a shoved ya. I overreacted.”

“I upset Crutchie. I deserved it.”

Jack didn’t say anything in reply to that, he just frowned and rubbed Davey’s back until stood back up to his full height.

“Sorry about- uh- throwing up on your penthouse.”

“It’s fine. I’ll clean it up later. Let’s go down. Crutchie’s probably calmed down by now.”

Davey nodded, following Jack over to the edge of his roof and back down the fire escape. He followed Jack inside and over to the bed Crutchie was laying in, the one in the furtherest corner of the room. Crutchie was curled up in it, the sheets thrown to the side, facing the wall and picking at loose threads from the pillowcase silently, aside from the occasional sniffle.

Jack held out a hand, telling Davey to wait by one of the other beds that was a little ways off. He watched as Jack walked over and tapped Crutchie’s shoulder gently.

Crutchie shifted in the bed carefully to avoid upsetting his leg any further but so that he could see Jack.

“You doin’ better, Crutchie?”

He nodded softly, carefully pushing himself into a sitting position.

“I’m doin’ better, yeah. I ain’t caught back there anymore.” Crutchie said through his teeth- still clenched from pain.

“And your leg?”

“It’s been better, but I’ll live,” He replied, shrugging his shoulders lightly.

“Alright. Glad ta hear it. Youse gotta start takin’ better care of yourself,” Jack said softly, reaching out to run his fingers through Crutchie’s soft hair. “No one cares if you ain’t feelin’ well. We all want ya safe, even if it means not sellin’ for a day.”

Crutchie nodded, leaning into Jack’s touch and closing his eyes. He was exhausted.

“Hey, Crutchie. Davey has some stuff he wants ta say to ya. I’ll give ya both some space. I’ll be just outside. That alright?”


With that, Jack gave Crutchie a long look, eyes sad and full of caring. He stood up from the crouched position he’d been at and walked away, sending Davey over before exiting the lodging houses’ door.

Davey’s body language was timid. His shoulders were hunched over so that he wasn’t at his full height, he was wringing his hands together nervously, and his face looked slightly green. He couldn’t force himself to look Crutchie in the eye- he felt so awful about what he’d done. He’d hurt Crutchie- he’d taken him away from his life with his friends and his family- his real family, the family that mattered , that loved him unconditionally- and thrown him back to his old life, where he was starving and his father had his hands wrapped around his neck and he was gasping for air- he was suffocating and-

“Hey, Davey, calm down,” Crutchie said, his face painted with concern. “Ya look like youse seen a ghost.”

Davey noticed how short his breaths were coming, but he couldn’t deepen them.

“Davey, hey. It’s alright. Sit down with me, hm?” Crutchie adjusted himself so that his legs were hanging over the edge of the bed and he was facing out into the room, making space for Davey to sit beside him. He patted the mattress softly, and Davey sat down in the empty space.

“I’m guessin’ Jack told ya everythin’?” Crutchie asked, and Davey nodded. “Sorry ya had to hear ‘bout all that. ‘Bout my sad life. It ain’t important anymore.”

“Crutchie,” Davey breathed out, voice sounding exhausted. “You don’t have anything to apologize for. I’m the one ‘a us that messed up today. And it is important. I didn’t have the right to know your real name- much less to call ya by it. You’ve got every right to be mad at me.”

“I ain’t mad, Davey.”

“W-what? Why not?”

“You scared me, sure, but I ain’t mad at ya. I mean.. it ain’t like you coulda know how it’d affect me. It sucked for me ta get taken back there but.. it ain’t your fault that’s where my name takes me. That’s just my lovely brain, doin’ me a favor by remindin’ me of that night.”

Crutchie huffed out a humorless laugh that only made Davey feel sadder.

“Still though. I shouldn’t ‘a called you by your name without your permission. Crutchie, I’m so sorry that all that happened to you. I didn’t know.”

“It’s all in the past know. Ain’t nothin’ that can be done ‘bout it anymore. I’ve moved on. It doesn’t matter to me anymore. My dad.. He was just tryin’ to do what was best for my brothers.”

“You didn’t deserve it. You know that, right? There’s no excuse. It doesn’t matter if it would’ve helped your brothers. You were his child. He was supposed to take care of you.”

Crutchie nodded. He felt tears start to well up in his eyes again. He sniffled.

“Yeah, youse right. Givin’ ‘im an excuse makes it… easier to swallow sometimes. Makes it easier to understand why he’d.. he’d try ta..”

He couldn’t force out the last word. It caught in his throat at the circle of bruises that once found themselves home there. He wasn’t sure when the tears had escaped his eyes and started to make their way down his cheeks, he just knew he could feel them against his burning face. Davey wrapped an arm around Crutchie’s shoulder and pulled him in close, letting Crutchie rest his head on his chest and cry against him. He rubbed soothing circles in his back gently. Davey didn’t know how long they sat there like that.

“It sucks,” Crutchie mumbled, voice muffled by Davey’s shirt and his own sobs. “I ain’t worthless. I know that. But.. my family sure did think I was, huh? Makes me wonder sometimes if.. if my dad woulda done it if I was different. If they woulda kept me. If I woulda had a family..”

“Hey,” Davey said softly, pulling Crutchie away from his body so he could see his face, meeting his eyes. “You do got a family. Just not one by blood. Blood don’t make a family. Blood doesn’t matter if there isn’t love behind it.”

“We’s a family?” Crutchie asked softly- happily, because he already knew the answer.

“Of course we are.”


Later that day, after everyone had sold all their papers and they were meeting at Jacobi’s Deli for dinner, Davey and Jack went over to the lodging house to check on Crutchie and see if he was feeling better.

“Yeah, yeah,” Crutchie said, pulling himself out of bed slowly with Jack’s help. “I’m feelin’ back to a hundred percent. I wanna come.”

“Good to hear it,” Davey said, grabbing the crutch from the place it leaned on the wall and handing it to Crutchie.

They moved slowly, just to be safe, but none of them minded. The sun was getting low and the heat was starting to die off, so the walk was peaceful instead of miserable.

“By the way,” Crutchie began as the walked, “I never did ask- who told you my real name?”

“You know when I went to play cards in Brooklyn the other day?”

Crutchie nodded and hummed. “So it was Race?”

“Yeah- how’d ya know it wasn’t Spot?”

“‘Cause Spot gets it better than Race does. I’d never tell his name, he’d never tell mine.”

“Wait- I thought only Race knew Spot’s real name?” Jack asked, sounding genuinely surprised.

“What Race doesn’t know won’t kill ‘im,” Crutchie replied, shrugging lightly. “Spot ‘nd Ise better friends than you’d think.”

There was a brief silence as of sort of awestruckness fell over Davey and Jack.

“Beside the point, though. For the sake of fairness, ‘nd maybe revenge, pray tell, Race ever told ya his real name?” Crutchie asked.

“No,” Davey said, shaking his head. “But wouldn’t telling make you a hypocrite?”

“Maybe,” Crutchie shrugged again. “But it’ll be funny to see the look on his face tomorrow.”

Crutchie stopped walking for a second and grabbed Davey arm, pulling him close. Davey had to bend down slightly so that Crutchie could reach his ear. He cupped his hand over his mouth and whispered…


“Hey guys!” Davey yelled, running up to the gates of the distribution center, Les trailing behind him.

“‘Sup, Mouth?” Race asked through a chorus of ‘Hey Davey!’s and ‘Hiya David!’s

Davey couldn’t help but smile.

“Not much. Sup with you, Anthony?”

Davey watched as Race’s eyes widened with shock and the nearby Newsies fell silent. Race suddenly clenched his fists at his sides.

“Crutchie! I’m gonna kill you!”

Through the crowd Crutchie’s laugh could be heard, clear as a bell, as he took off running, Race chasing after him.

Not Happy

Originally posted by dailymcugifs

Requested by anonymous:

“ahhh i loved spider-man homecoming!! could you do a peter parker oneshot where the reader is tony’s daughter and she wanted to stay at the tower while they packed it all up because her room was still pretty well put together and peter goes to the tower every night to be with her. if you’re comfortable with writing it, they’re like hardcore making out but Happy and Tony come in and oh boy spider-man gotta skedaddle😂😂 thanks so much!! <3″

Warnings: Fluff, light language, Stark!reader

Notes: I know Stark!reader has been done so many times but the cannon is too good not to write sorry not sorry. Also this is pretty short but still cute hehe. 

You didn’t want to leave the Avengers tower and you most definitely did not want to move upstate. 

That was no secret to anyone, mainly because you complained about it at any window of opportunity - no matter how slim of an opportunity it was.

It was a secret however, as to why you didn’t want to move.

Ok, well no one knew it was a secret. Everyone especially your dad thought it was because you were moving away from the hustle and bustle of the city which you actually loved, and that was part of it so you weren’t technically lying to your dad.

But the real reason came in the form of none other than your dad’s protege, the spiderling himself.

Peter god damn Parker.

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Priorities pt.2 (J.M)

Description: Jack suffers regret and you move on.

Word Count: 2.9k


You picked your head up from the throw pillow you had been resting on for the past hour and a half. Your tears had dried by now and you felt empty.

“Hey, babe,” Mia sighed as she took a seat next to you on the couch. “Haven’t seen you in a while.”

You lie your head back down and choose to stay silent.

“I think I know why…” Mia continues. “I’ve been a bad friend lately, and I feel like shit.”

Not as much as you do.

“I need to tell you something… I know you have feelings for Jack.”

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» Part one

Everything is grey
His hair, his smoke, his dreams

Author: amsimaria
Word count: 10K
Feature: Jimin x Reader (mentions of other Bts members)
Genre: Angst/slight Fluff (Rated M)
Warnings: Violence, Mentions of sexual acts, Punk Jimin, Depression, Swearing, Addiction, Soft drugs use, (Eventual smut, not in this part).

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More than friends ♡ Grayson (smut)

Request: ‘’Can you make a smut imagine where the reader and Gray are friends with benefits and they slowly start to fall in love with each other?😄 Ily💕 ‘‘

Word count: 2.334

‘Just friends. Friends with benefits.’ That was the deal to which you had agreed to. That was the thing that Grayson said to you after the night you guys had kissed for the first time. Well, he may had gone a little farther than just kissing, but no very serious things were included.

And from the moment that he said that to you, you knew you were in love with him. And as the months passed by – when you guys started having sex and such - you realized that you couldn’t avoid those feelings. But you knew that Grayson wasn’t into you like that. You just knew. You weren’t his type of girl.

Even when he moaned your name and told you that no one could made him feel like the way you did, you knew that it didn’t really mean anything. He just said that so he could get laid the next time you came by. You also knew that he fooled around with other girls as well.

But alright, let’s pretend that he did like you. Grayson would never admit that since it could ruin your… Yeah, let’s call it friendship. And neither would you, so what exactly was the problem?

The problem was that you wanted Grayson to call you his, that you cuddled in bed, that he made pancakes for you, that he showed you off to his friends… Just the romantic shit. The ‘’goals’’ everyone was always talking about. But unfortunately that wasn’t the case.

In these last few weeks you came to the conclusion that you just couldn’t do it anymore. Sex with Grayson was great, no doubt about that, but it almost physically hurt that he just did it for the sex and nothing more. You thought that he only wanted to have sex for the pleasure and it happened to be that you were the girl he did it with so he could get what he wanted.

But you were done now. Enough was enough, you decided. It only made you sad that he didn’t want you the way you wanted him. So the last few days, when Grayson called you, you rejected him.

And it was hard – it really was – but you had to stop the pain that you let him give you. Because it hurt; it hurts when someone doesn’t care about you like you do about them.

As you were lying in bed, reading, you hear your phone ringing on the left side of you. You pick it up to see you had an incoming call. From Grayson. Should you take it or just ignore it? Like always your feelings won and you swipe to answer it. ‘Hello?’

‘Y/N… I need you. Like, right now,’ Grayson demands, almost begging. ‘Gray, you’re just being horny. Jerk yourself off,’ you respond with an annoying voice. Of course Grayson noticed that. He chuckles. ‘Wow, okay princess. If that’s what you want…’ You sigh. ‘Sorry, I just… can’t. And I’m thinking about ending this… this thing that we have.’

‘What? Why?’ Grayson asks, his voice louder now. You’re surprised. You didn’t think that he would react so… shocked. ‘I don’t really want to talk about it. I have my reasons.’ That wasn’t a lie, but it also didn’t explain anything.

‘Okay… But - can you just visit me? For one last time? I have a surprise,’ he asks in a sweet tone. ‘A surprise?’ you chuckle in disbelieve. ‘Yes!’ Grayson responded very excited. ‘So you’re not just saying that so I come over?’ ‘No Y/N!’ And when you say nothing, he adds: ‘I promise. Please.’ That was it. You couldn’t say no to that voice – or to a surprise, right? ‘Okay, then. I’m on my way.’

Of course you had mixed feelings about this. On the one hand you felt guilty on giving in, but on the other hand you were really curious about this surprise-thing. You let yourself in to his apartment. You hear nothing except soothing, calming music that was coming from upstairs. ‘Grayson?’ you say uncertain. No response. You hang up your coat and decide to walk up the stairs.

What was going on? Since it was really dark in the apartment you just notice the rose petals that were put on the steps of the stairs. What was this? You hope it wasn’t some kind of joke, because you could literally burst out into tears if he was planning on doing something romantic… without an actual meaning.

You follow the rose petals. With a nervous feeling you make your way over to his closed bedroom. You softly push the door open and there it was… your surprise. ‘What the…’ you start, but the last word got stuck in your throat.

The floor of the room was covered in rose petals, a cute little radio was playing music in the corner and the only light came from several candles that were put on different places in the room. But the one thing that really drew your attention was a shirtless Grayson that was lying on his bed, his big arms resting under his head. On his pretty face he had a sexy, seductive smile.

You open your mouth to try to say something, but Grayson holds up a hand, gesturing you to be quiet. ‘You don’t have to say anything. Come here…’ When you don’t move he gets up from the bed and walks up to you, his arms spread. He slowly grabs your jaw and places a chaste kiss on your lips, but you pull back immediately.

‘This is not what I came here for, Gray. What is this?’ you ask, raising your hands in confusion while looking around. Grayson’s cheeks suddenly turn very red and he looks down, avoiding eye contact. ‘Well?’ you fold your arms against your chest. Grayson sighs and looks at you. A deep and intense look, which causes you to get those familiar butterflies.

‘I have something to tell you, Y/N. For a long time I didn’t know if I should because there could be consequences, but you deserve to know what I feel for you. I like you… No,’ he corrects himself, ‘I am in love with you.’

It is a quiet for a moment. What could you possibly say to this?! ‘Please… say something. Anything,’ Grayson begs, biting his lip. ‘You’re joking right?’ you ask unconvinced. 

‘No, I’m not! I thought it was so obvious that I liked you, but you clearly have no idea,’ Grayson says. ‘What about all those other girls?’ you ask. He raises his eyebrows. ‘What other girls? Oooh, wait. Y/N, I was just messing with you. Believe me.’ You narrow your eyes. ‘Really?’ Grayson sighs and puts a step closer to you, putting his hands on your hips.

‘I promise. I choose you. And I’ll choose you over and over again. Without a pause, without a doubt, in a heartbeat. I’ll always keep choosing you. And I mean that, from the bottom of my heart,’ Grayson says so genuinely that you just had to believe him.

You lay a hand onto his muscular chest, feeling his heart beating really fast. It takes a minute before you had collected all your thoughts and look into his beautiful dark eyes. ‘Grayson… I love you too. I have for a very long time, actually.’

He smiles and puts his warm hand onto yours. You sigh, feeling relieved. ‘I’m so glad you told me this. I thought that everything we had… That it meant nothing to you.’ ‘Well, it did. Trust me, it meant a lot.’ Grayson said, his voice full of adoration. ‘So… what do we do now?’ you ask seductively, bringing your body closer to his.

Grayson presses his body against yours, his hands stroking your upper back. ‘Oh, I know exactly what I want to do right now.’ ‘And that is?’ you whisper with a goofy smile, looking up to his face. ‘Make you feel good,’ he responds smirking and puts his soft lips onto yours.

You giggle when he puts his strong hands under your butt and lifts you up, carefully walking back to the bed. He sits down on the bed with you sitting on his lap and pulls back so he could remove your shirt.

‘And this has to go, too…’ he whispers amused while he unclasps your bra. You feel very vulnerable when he stares at your boobs, two body parts you were a little insecure about since they were really big.

He leans in and kisses the top of them, which was when you started getting really turned on. He goes further down and licks your nipples, which caused you to let out an embarrassing loud moan. He chuckles and starts circling around them with his tongue.

You moan softly in pleasure and stroke your hands through his hair. Just when you feel yourself getting wetter, Grayson pulls back. He lifts you up without any effort and gently places you to the side. ‘Go lay on your back, baby,’ he whispers with his hands on your thighs.

His deep voice was filled with lust. You lay down in a comfortable position while Grayson looks at you with so much admiration that it felt like your heart was going to pop out. 

He hovers over you and starts kissing your arms, slowly going down to your belly, tracing the skin with his fingers. With a loving smile he studies your body like he has never seen it before. Then he trails down to your thighs and you sense his husky breath against your skin. With his warm hands he gently spreads your legs. He looks up with a goofy smile and you can’t help but chuckle loudly.

‘What are you smiling at?’ you ask. ‘I don’t know. It almost feels like this is the first time I touch you. It’s heavenly,’ he adds, cheeks getting red. You bite your lip to stop yourself from smiling like a fool. He pulls down your panties and throws them next to the bed. Suddenly you get a bit nervous; Was he going to do what you thought he was going to do?

It would be your first time. Grayson licks his lips and starts kissing and lightly sucking your inner thighs, leisurely going to your crotch. He tilts his head when his lips are an inch away from the place where you wanted him the most right now.

‘Is this okay?’ he asks sweetly. You nod and your heart flutters at the way he was treating you; so gently and carefully. He always did, but this time it felt even more special. Grayson places his hands on your tummy to get more comfortable. Then he leans forward and puts a pure kiss onto your crotch. And another one. ‘Gray… Don’t tease me like that,’ you whine. Grayson chuckles. ‘I’m sorry. I have never done this before.’ ‘It’s okay. You’re doing fine,’ you reassure him.

It always surprised you that a boy who was so beautiful and kind like him could be this insecure. His hot breath on your heat made you even more desperate. You needed him. Finally Grayson moved his tongue in between your folds, starting slowly.

He licks you up and down and then sticks his tongue inside of you, using both of his lips as well. You gasp when he enters you and Grayson takes this as a hint to start sucking. You let out a deep sigh from the pleasure he gave you and you start to grind your hips.

Grayson starts sucking with a great amount of pressure on your very sensitive clit. He looks at you while you close your eyes and quietly moans his name, throwing your head back in the pillows. Just like you he was enjoying every second of this. He absolutely loved the power he had over you and seeing you struggle to keep your legs apart.

Within a few minutes you got that familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach as Grayson moved his tongue deeper, curling it as it grazed over your g-spot. Your breaths were getting shorter with every second that passed by. Heavenly shivers went down your spine when he stroked his fingers up and down your thighs.

You were a moaning mess by this time and you knew you were getting close. You dig your nails into his scalp instinctively to warn him but he just sucks faster and faster, growling quietly against your core.

‘Grayson…’ you cry out, arching your back. Your head was spinning. As your walls clenched around his mouth, him having no mercy, your muscles tense when you receive the most powerful orgasm you ever had. It was magical.

You let out a deep sigh as you come undone and grab Grayson’s hand that was laying on your stomach now. He strokes your hand with his thumb to stop it from shaking while slowing down his movements.

After your orgasm had ebbed away Grayson strokes two fingers against your crotch. He looks at you intensely while he licks your juices from his fingers. A pleasant shiver goes along your back. You had never experienced something this intimate and erotic. You loved it, though. With blushed cheeks you let go of his hand. ‘That was amazing,’ you thank him. Your legs still felt like jelly.

He smiles and hovers above you, gently pressing his body onto yours. ‘You’re amazing,’ he simply says. You cup his face with your hands and place a long, passionate kiss on his plump lips. ‘Will you be my girlfriend?’ Grayson whispers after he pulls back. He looked very serious, like there would be any chance you would say no to this amazing human.

‘Of course I will. I love you,’ you answer happily. Grayson smiles. ‘I can’t even explain how much I love you right now,’ he whispers and looks into your eyes. You giggle and pull him closer so you could kiss him again.

How I Got A Little Robot

Pairing: tony x reader (platonic)

Request: anonymous asked: Can I request one where the reader is the typical girl next door? Shy, geeky glasses and no make up. She’s fresh out of high school and works as an assistant for the avengers. On her way in she overhears some workers make bets on who gets her first. She hurries to the lab shaken up and tells Tony. He goes into overprotective dad mode cause she’s only 18. He programs a suit to follow her around and fires the workers.

A/N: this is soooooo cute!!! It’s so fucking fluffy I’m gonna die. I so hate those people who talk about people in such way, because I have experienced it once and it really disturbs the person who was being talked about. Hope you like it!

Warning(s): sexual talk, swearing.

Word Count: 1530

Originally posted by all-about-that-fandoms

You had your breakfast hurriedly as you arranged all the files. Working with the avengers was very fun but the work that came with it, was not less. Being so young, they all looked after you and treated you like a sibling and not as an assistant.

You ran around your house getting each and every thing you would need for the day, the files, the pen drives, your backpack and other essential items. You quickly put on some moisturizer and sunscreen on your face, took a final glance at the watch and ran out of the house.

You fixed your glasses as you rode your bicycle through the roads. The warm, fresh breeze felt so pleasant against your skin and in your hair. A smile was plastered on your face before your phone rang, you quickly put in your Bluetooth head set and picked up the phone.

‘hey, sweetheart. Good morning.’ You could hear the smile in tony’s voice.

‘good morning, Mr. stark! I am on my way, I’ll be there in just two minutes.’ You paddled faster.

 ‘oh, it’s okay, kiddo. I just wanted to ask if you got the Israel file and did that little presentation thing.’ He asked.

‘yes, I did it and I got all the files.’ You replied. ‘see you at the towers.’

‘okay’ he hung up.

 You reached the towers and parked your bike. You corrected your backpack and made your way inside the facility. You were walking to the elevator before you were greeted by one of the usual young workers.

‘hey, (Y/n). how ya doin?’ he smiled.

‘oh, I’m good. Just in a bit of a rush, got a lot of work to do.’ you patted your bag and he nodded.

‘I will let you go if you answer this one question of mine.’ He crossed his arms and you furrowed your brows. ‘how do you look so pretty without any make up? and how do these glasses only add to it?’ he lightly tapped at your glasses and you took a step back. You chuckled awkwardly and rubbed the back of your neck.

‘you are just making fun of me, Richard. I’ll talk to you later, bye.’ You started to make your way to the elevator again.

‘bye, beautiful!’ he called after you and a heat rose to your cheeks. You were a rather shy person and such attention wasn’t something you were used to. You had almost got in the elevator before you remembered that you had forgotten your personal pen drive in the basket of your bike. You ran in the direction of the exit before you heard a murmur consisting of your name. you stopped and hid behind the wall. You weren’t the one to eavesdrop but someone was talking about you after all.

‘(y/n) is some fine piece of ass. I bet all of ya goons that imma get her first.’ An uneasy feeling seemed to have settled in your stomach when you heard this statement. To make it worse you recognised the voice to be Richard’s. you thought of him to be sweet, you could never tell he hid such bad motives under all that. You peeked and found two of his friends standing with him.

‘please, that girl is an easy one, ‘kay?’ the taller one said. ‘but I gotta say, she’s really fucking pretty. She’s one nice bunny.’ He crossed his arms and the other nodded in agreement.

‘ya know, I did a bit of research on her, turns out she never had a boyfriend.’ the guy you recalled as matt said.

‘ooh, virgin?’ the taller one asked with a sickening smirk and he nodded. ‘bet she’s a screamer.’

‘who screams your name to death.’ Richard added and they all started laughing. your heart started hammering against your chest, a lump had seemed to formed in your throat which wouldn’t go away. Sheer panic mixed with disgust and fear was what you felt. Not knowing what to do you dashed in the elevator and urgently pressed the button to the lab floor.

You were running to the lab when you crashed into tony. he stumbled back and let out a small chuckle.

‘gave you too much work, kiddo?’ he grinned. when you didn’t reply in your usual cheery voice and kept your gaze down, he got very concerned. ‘sweetie, you okay?’ he held your arms. You shook your head in a no. ‘what happened?’ he kept and arm around your shoulders and led you towards the lab.

‘the-the guys, Richard’s friends’ you tried to speak.

‘what about them? What did they do?’ he asked with anger evident in his voice. He sat you down and gave you a glass of water. You took a few sips before you were ready to speak.

‘they said such vulgar stuff about me, and made bets on who could get me first.’ You choked out disgusted. You looked at his face and could see and feel anger radiating out of him. he unclenched his jaw and sat beside you.

‘I’ll take care of those jerks, okay? You don’t have to worry about anything, they won’t know and will not trouble you again.’ He cooed and you nodded. He got up and made a call, he talked for a few minutes before nodding and sitting beside you again. ‘and those assholes are fired.’ He smiled and rubbed your back soothingly.

  ‘thank you, Mr. stark.’ You gave him a small smile. ‘thank you very much, you are very sweet.’

‘not more than you, cupcake’ he ruffled your hair and you chuckled. ‘you wanna go back home? Take a break?’ you shook your head in a no.

‘working here is awesome, I don’t ever need a break.’ You got up. ‘and here.’ You handed him the files and pen drive. He took them and kept them aside before turning to you.

‘if you see those low lives anywhere near you, you call me. promise?’ he looked you in the eyes.

‘promise.’ You replied.

The day ended quickly, and you didn’t see tony anywhere after that. When you asked Bruce he replied that tony was working on something in his lab and had asked for nobody to disturb him. you nodded understandingly and left.

You shuffled in your bed recalling the events of the day. Those comments had perturbed you a lot, you were disgusted and scared that they might find your address. But as the image of tony and his fatherly, caring words came to you, you had fallen asleep.

You were trying to find tony for you had to get some paper signed by him. you had entered the kitchen area when you spotted him with a toast in his mouth. He looked tired as he poured a green smoothie in a beer mug. You couldn’t help but chuckle. He snapped his head in your expression, almost losing the grip of his toast.

‘waw yew?’ he tried to speak with the toast still in his mouth, he took it out and kept it aside. ‘(y/n)! hey, sweetheart you’re okay, right? Nobody troubled you?’ he moved closer to you and you noticed the shadow under his eyes.

‘I am fine, sir. But I can’t be sure about you, you couldn’t sleep?’ you asked.

‘yes.’ he pointed and took a bite of his toast. ‘but for all the good reasons.’ He finished it and chugged his smoothie. ‘come, I gotta show you something.’ He smiled, grabbed your hand and took you to the lab.

‘what is it?’ you tilted your head. He stood you in the middle of the lab, instructing you not to move before he disappeared.

‘(y/n),’ he came back with and smiled at you. ‘welcome, your new constant companion.’ He announced and you furrowed your brows. ‘lil’ bot!’ he shouted and a little robot came wheeling near you.

‘nice to meet you, (y/n)’ it said in an adorable voice. You knelt near it and kept a hand on its round white head. you looked at tony with curious eyes.

‘this little robot is going to be following your everywhere now, if he senses any danger he will send signals and help will be there for you in no time.’ He explained and you blinked. ‘You like him?’ he looked at you hopefully.

‘wow.’ Was all that you could muster. ‘I can’t-‘

‘yes, you can.’ He sat beside you. ‘why don’t you name him?’

‘I am going to name him, Robin.’ You smiled at him and his digital eyes changed to pleased ones. It started moving in circles saying its name and you grinned.

‘that’s the reason I made him so cute, you know’ he tucked his hands under his head and leaned against the table. ‘he gotta match his cute owner.’ He smiled and you blushed.

‘thank you so much, Mr. Stark.’ You gave him a genuine smile. ‘I can’t thank you enough for all that you did for me.’

‘you don’t have to, kid.’ He looked at you. ‘you’re like my daughter.’ He muttered. You awkwardly held your arms up for a hug but he had his attention somewhere else. You cleared your throat and he furrowed his brows. ‘wh- oh!’ he hugged you and chuckled. ‘you’re adorable.’ He grinned.

Slow Burn - Part 4

Pairing: firefighter!Dean x Reader

Word Count:  2,826

Summary: The reader is reluctantly setup on a blind date and it doesn’t go as planned. Is there an instant spark or is it a slow burn?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

“Come here.” Dean gently grabs your hand. He pulls you out of the kitchen and down the hall into a bedroom and closes the door.

“Let me see your phone, sweetheart.”

You hand it over and Dean enters his number then calls himself.

“There.” He says with a smile.

“I hate to rush this but I have to go.” He pulls you into a tight hug. He gives you a quick kiss and then rests his forehead on yours.

“Can I see you again soon?” Dean wonders sounding unsure of himself. Crazy boy.

“Um. I’d fucking hope so. We’re engaged.” You smirk.

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“Show Me” // Grayson Dolan Imagine +



SHOUTOUT TO: @smokedluh for writing the smut for me, you da best! Go check out her account her imagines are so good! 

Enjoy lovelies xx 

You had a pretty decent morning. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Grayson and you stayed in and hung out. Everything was great and the two of you were happy. Well that was not how the afternoon went. 

Grayson and you decided that you two should go out for dinner. That was when you screwed up. Now you were currently sitting in front of an angry Grayson who kept sending your male waiter glares. 

You see, the waiter, had been flirting with you the entire night. Sending you sly winks or complimenting you whenever he had the chance. You didn’t think much of it and would smile awkwardly every once in a while. Grayson was beyond annoyed and barely touched his dinner. You stared at him hoping he wouldn’t do something that he would later on regret. 

“Grayson babe, you need to eat.” You instructed while lightly shoving his foot under the table. 

“I’m not hungry. Kind of lost my appetite a while ago.” He mumbled while picking up a fry and letting it drop back once the waiter appeared at your table once again. 

“Do you need a refill cutie?” He asked with a smile while looking at you and ignoring Grayson completely. 

“We want the check,” Grayson spoke in a demanding voice making you look over at him with wide eyes. 

The waiter turned to look at Grayson with a tight smile before going back to grab the check. You weren’t going to lie. Your boyfriend looked hot when he was jealous. You loved the way he would flex his arms under his shirt and how he would stare at you with so much intensity. You of course never purposely made him get jealous because you knew that would end badly. 

Getting the check from the waiter Grayson huffed when he noticed that the waiter scribbled his phone number on the back of the receipt. 

“For fucks sake,” he mumbled while quickly shoving the exact change in the small folder like thing and getting up from his seat. Following him suit you two made your way to the car. The drive home was filled with complete silence. You were a bit scared to talk because of how thick the tension between the two of you was. 

The moment you two got inside your shared apartment Grayson stormed his way into the kitchen. Sighing you set your purse on your couch before following him inside your kitchen. 


“Don’t talk to me right now,” He angrily muttered out while resting his hands on the marble counter top trying to calm himself down. Staring at him in disbelief you scoffed while crossing your arms under your chest. 

“Not talking isn’t going to just magically fix whatever issue we have going on right now Grayson.” You retorted back with equal anger laced in your voice. 

“You want to talk? Fine we will talk!” He yelled out but you stood your ground not moving a single inch as he was now standing right in front of you. 

His eyes were this dark brown and he was flaring his nose in anger. His neck veins were more prominent and his fist were clenched together. 

“Let’s talk about the fact that the waiter was out flirting with you when we were out on a date. Yet you didn’t do anything to stop it! All you did was sit their smiling at him and laughing,” He huffed out. 

“I wasn’t smiling nor laughing at him because I thought what he was saying was cute. I was doing that because I was uncomfortable. Now if you even think about me ever cheating on your Grayson you are dead wrong. I will never ever cheat on your and hurt you in that way. Never. I love you and I plan on staying with you for as long as I can. Now if you don’t agree with that tell me now so I don’t waste my damn time.” You angrily spat out feeling hurt that he thought you would ever cheat on him. 

You watched as his face softened and his eyes were replaced with his natural hazel eyes. His demeanor had now completely changed. 

“I know you won’t. I just get scared because all these men are always flirting with you and I’m just scared I’ll lose you. I honestly don’t know what I’ll do without you in my life.” He spoke with a soft voice while resting a hand on the small of your back and he pulled you into a hug. 

“Grayson,” you gasped out as he admitted this to you for the first time ever. Pulling away from him you rested your hand on his face to make him look you in the eyes. 

“I love you so fucking much. I mean that with my entire being. Never will I plan on leaving you. You mean way to much to me. Don’t ever think I will leave you for another man because I know you are the man of my dreams. The man I want to spend the rest of my life with.” You whispered while pressing a soft kiss onto his lips. The two of you pulled away from the kiss for a split second before reconnecting them in a heated kiss. 

“I love you so fucking much,” Grayson muttered against your lips as his hands slipped up your skin lightly grazing the skin. 

“Show me,” you said while smirking up at him. His eyes soon turned into a green as he quickly pulled you inside the bedroom and throwing your body gently on the bed. 

 He soon leans in and presses his lips onto yours. Your lips move in sync as his hands roam your body, squeezing your plump ass. He hooks his arms around your thighs, signaling you to jump, and carries you to your shared bedroom. Lying you down, he kisses you on the neck, sucking harshly on your sweet spot, leaving purple red hickeys that’ll be seen tomorrow for sure. 

Soon his hand reached your breast. Sitting up you began unzipping your dress and pulling it down your arms, and pulling it off all the way before throwing it onto the floor. Kissing your now exposed breasts, he licks and sucked your nipple, while lightly tugging on the other. Sighing, you played with the hair at the end of his neck. He began to leave wet kisses on your stomach before reaching the place you needed him most. 

“Look at you, wet for me already.” he said in a low tone, only loud enough for both of you to hear. Taking your panties off, he licks a stripe of your clit, causing you to jump at the contact. He grips your hips, holding you down, as his tongue roamed every single spot making you clench in pleasure. All the noises that came from his mouth, drove you closer. 

“Grayson,” you moan out while gripping the sheets. Soon his mouth was replaced with his fingers making your eyes almost roll to the whites at how pleasurable it felt. Grayson was amazing with everything he did, but he was especially good with his fingers. His finger slips inside you with ease. He starts to finger you and soon adds two digits while his thumb plays with your clit like an expert. This made goosebumps rise up on your skin while your hands now gripped his shirtless back. 

 “Fuck grayson!” you moan out while arching your back as his finger hit your g-spot. Your stomach started to twist up, and your toes started to curl. As soon as you were going to cum Grayson took his fingers out. 

“Can’t cum yet baby.” He spoke with a deep husky voice while smirking down at you. This made you moan out while bucking your hips up to his causing a low moan to escape Grayson. “Don’t be a bad girl,” he leaned down to whisper into your ear making you bite your lip with your eyes closed.

Soon his pants and boxers were discarded and thrown onto the floor. His dick rock solid and he soon began pumping himself a few times. Lining himself up to you, you opened up your legs even more to give him more access. Groaning as he pushed himself inside you, your finger nails dug into his skin causing the both of you to moan out at the same time. He starts to thrust at a normal pace, keeping his eyes locked on you. 

Your moans and the sound of your skin slapping, fills the room. Lifting your legs up to his hips to give him a better angle he smirks and takes advantage of it. His thrusts get harder, and deeper, brushing your g-spot, almost making you scream his name. Pulling him down you connect your lips together while your hands ran up and down his chest. Hearing him moan against your lips as you dug your fingers into his chest you smirked. 

Grayson has learned every curve, bump, and inch of my body out of your 3 years of dating. As soon as he noticed your shift, he starts to go faster, fucking you into oblivion. 

“Shit, Grayson, don’t stop baby.” You encourage as sweat began to roll down your body.  “That’s the spot isn’t it Y/N?” He teases before letting out a loud moan.

Unable to form an answer, your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel the familiar feeling down in the pit of your stomach. Clenching around him, he groans, “Fuck, do that again Y/N.”

 Clenching around him again you knew that was enough to send him over the edge. “I’m gonna cum.” you warn him knowing that you won’t be able to hold it in any longer. 

Feeling the familiar twitch inside of you, his thrust began to grow sloppier and his head tiredly rested on your sweaty shoulder.  You clenched around him once more before you screamed out his name as your cummed. Grayson rode our both your highs before pulling out and lying next to you feeling exhausted. 

You watched as he soon got up from the bed and returned with a wash cloth. You stared at him through hooded eyes as he cleaned you off and then himself. Once he was done he threw the wash cloth away and lied down next to you again. Pulling the sheet over your tired bodies you cuddled up to your boyfriend. Leaning up you pressed a kiss on his sweet lips before burying your face in the crook of his neck. 

His arms wrapped around your naked body as he pressed a kiss on your head with a smile. 

“I love you,” you mumbled against his neck causing him to shiver. 

“I love you too Y/N,” he responded while playing with your hair. 

Who would have thought that a shitty night would turn into a sex filled night with Grayson. 

Those who are Broken | Chapter Seventeen

Everyone has a soulmate. Except the Broken.

Word count: 3000

↬ I. Am. Ready.

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Originally posted by gothdollysedits

“Noona.” You hummed in response, never bothering to look up from your textbook you were reading. “Would you like to go on a date with me?”

That caught your attention.

You looked up at him, a confident look on his face as he looked down at you patiently. Waiting for your response.

When you were out with Jungkook and Taehyung several days ago, you told the younger boy to ask you out at a random moment. Guess that random moment would be now.

“Smooth,” you began, closing your book, “but I think you’re just too comfortable with me.” He frowned in confusion. You looked around the area, watching as students walked and talked with one another. Some leaving the academy building while others entered it. Just leaving the building, you saw a girl walking by herself. She looked cute. Black, curly hair that barely touched her shoulders, and the typical uniform all girls wore. You watched her as she pushed her round spectacles back up to the bridge of her nose. “Ask her out,” you told him, pointing to her as she walked around the academy building towards the back.

Jungkook followed your finger, eyes landing on her. His hidden hair turned the familiar champagne color. “I can’t ask her out!” he said, voice sounding a bit frantic.

“And why not?” you asked, propping your elbows on the bench.

“Because I don’t know her, and it’s embarrassing.” He turned to look back at you, his cheeks colored pink.

“That’s the whole point. You need to take a chance. You may have lost your soulmate, but you need to try and live a little—you go here,” you said, gesturing to the school with your hands.

He pouted his lips cutely. “Can’t I take you on an actual date first before I ask another person out? I need help on dating,” he whispered, looking down at the ground as he kicked a rock.

Why the fuck is he using his cute charms on you?

The little shit knew it would get to you.

“Fine,” you groaned.

He beamed, taking a seat across from you at the table. “Where would you like to go? The movies are a typical date—along with dinner. Maybe the beach?” he asked, leaning excitedly forward towards you, hands flat on the table.

“The beach? Isn’t that several hours away from here?”

“Yeah, but it could be a date for an entire day—” He looked behind you, eyes slightly widening before turning to look back at you.

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I'm not scared,just a bit batty(Pennywise x Reader)

Pennywise wakes up 27 years later, planning to commit his first kill in the Neibolt House. Although, his plan is discarded when he faces a slight problem.


Warning:Small amount of cursing, some chasing,beating the hell out of Pennywise(if you’d like me to add on don’t hesitate in telling me please!)  

 It had been 27 years since he had gone out and terrorized innocent children, and exactly 27 years since he felt this amount of anger in him.

  It all started when he had his joints crack before he jumped onto his feet with a smirk, ready to begin his reign of terror. Pennywise stretched out his legs to eventually walk down his mountain of toys before stepping into the filthy water that then surrounded him.

  He thought to himself who would be his first victim after his long slumber, would he get them through the storm drain? No,he had a much better idea:his house, the Neibolt House. His sinister grin grew as he let out a chuckle and shapeshifted himself into a rat scurried through the sewers’ tunnels.

  The now rodent’s ears ringed with the sounds of people, loud chattering coming from adults who were most likely working on something. It could hear their voices speaking of a girl who they all found “too cute” and how she “shouldn’t be living alone in such  house”, making its snout and whiskers twitch.

  The rat then reached the tunnel and stopped to shift back into Pennywise, who bent his back and heard his bones go ‘pop’ thus making him giggle before looking up. His claws reached to the sides and clung onto the stone walls as he began to climb them, nearing what would be his well inside the Neibolt House’s basement, but he found himself a slight obstacle.

  When Pennywise had reached the top of the tunnel, he noticed that there was something covering the well’s hole…perhaps it was wood? No matter, he fixed himself so that his back was facing down as if he were laying down, holding himself with his feet and one clawed hand as the other curled up and punched through the bothersome plank.

  He grumbled to himself before eventually climbing out, then realizing that the place appeared to be much cleaner and he despised it. The piles of bricks and wrongs, all gone; his cobwebs all gone; his dirty, old well house looked so different and it only made him shake in anger.

  The creature strode over to the stairs, noticing that they were brand new: entirely fixed and safe for anybody who walked on them. He clenched his teeth as he went to a shelf, noticing several boxes that were never there before, and he intensely shoved them all away causing objects to crash and break. His breath intensified before he heard a door swing open behind him, and it bothered him even more when he heard no eerie creak come from it.

  Pennywise turned to look up at the stairs, hearing a loud gasp that came from a girl that stood at the top, finally emitting a smile from him. A sinister one at that. She looked so small, so helpless and harmless, so fragile…so tasty.

“Who the hell are you? How did you get in my basement?”

“My? As in, your basement? Oh ho ho little one, this basement belongs to yours truly. It has for several centuries darling."”

"Um, yeah no. I bought this property three years ago, so if you could, please get out.”

  The clown’s eyes widened as his teeth sharpened and his mouth fell into a frown, seeing that the girl walked down the stairs without a care. He took a step forwards and sniffed the air, then letting out a growl when a certain scent was missing from her.


“Excuse me-” He took another step, making her slightly back away as he chuckled a bit. Pennywise noticed that she had stepped back onto the stairs which made his grin reappear,believing that he was finally getting somewhere.

“Look here little girl…I am a creature who you must beware, because you have no idea of the things I am cap-”

“Beware? Why beware? If anything, I just think you look cute.”

Cute?Cute? Pennywise was not cute, not in the slightest. No no, he was to be feared and have her cowering, trying to crawl away from him in a panic. Though, he soon heard a small giggle come from the girl who neared him and reached out, ready to touch his face in some absurd way. But, she had to quickly retreat her hand after seeing Pennywise’s jaws open and snap close in an attempt to bite her hand.

“Yeah you’re cute, but you smell like a rotting corpse…You seriously need a shower bud.”

  Finally, Pennywise felt himself snap as his yellow eyes changed into his blood red ones before he released a roar that made the girl’s eyes widen. She once again backed away, and walked onto the stairs never facing her back towards him because he soon got on his hands and knees and ran at her at full speed.

  The clown eventually reached her legs and clasped his claws on her ankles which resulted in her falling onto her back, then having him hover over her as he cackled loudly.

“Oh darling, hee hee hee…Why shower, when I can instead end your life with a shower of bites here and there?"he leaned into her neck to sniff, but frowned when he still could not sense any fear.

"Ugh, get off!"Soon, Pennywise heard a 'crack’ when the girl’s fist collided with his jaw and he flew back down to the basement ground, giving her a chance to scurry away and shut the door. His hand reached up to his chin which he fixed back into place, then giggling to himself before standing up and brushing his suit that jingled. He stretched one leg up and goofily walked up the stairs as he flexed his arms.

"Oooh darling~Don’t hide from little ol me~"he cooed as his hand raised itself to the door knob, then turning and opening the door,"Pennywise just wants to play-”


   He soon felt a great sense of pain strike his head, but ignored it due to his confusion as he lay at the bottom of the stairs. His eyes darted up to see the girl standing in the doorway as she cursed to herself.

“Crap,I knew I should have used the metal one….who knew he’d have such a thick head?!”

  She dashed away before Pennywise grew tired and ran after her, not caring about the now broken, wooden baseball bat that she dropped in front of him. He stopped to listen for her feet, realizing that she was just in the next room which he walked into. His hand lifted to block the incoming trash bin that was thrown at him, making him laugh as the girl furrowed her brows and sprinted into another room.

  Pennywise shook his head in amusement as he slowly followed her and caught up to her in a moment. She was already going up the stairs, but was stopped when he grabbed onto her collar from behind and pulled her back, turning her to face him.

“I’ve had quite enough of your little games, kitten…It’s about time I teach you how to float."His jaws then started to open, but the girl laughed which made him shut his mouth and glare at her."What now?!”

“Oh,nothing…."his eyes squinted much more, never realizing that her hands had been behind her back hiding an object that she soon pulled out before slamming it down onto his head. "I was just feeling a little batty!"”

  Pennywise’s grip on the girl loosened prior to her landing on her feet into a fighting stance, ready to strike him again. And that’s exactly what she did as he held his head, socking his abdomen with a swing of her metal bat.

"Not this again!"And another strike, before another and another to his head, his arms, his chest, everywhere, just beating him as he could barely do anything to attack the girl back.

  Eventually, he felt her swing at his ankles then making him fall down onto his chest and abdomen. She was about to swing the bat one more time, but he rolled to the side and she instead struck the ground that broke.

  She turned and saw that he pushed himself off of the ground and propped himself onto his feet, now looking worse than ever with messy hair covering his eyes and dirty clothes now tattered.

"No fear I see…at least not now…"he weakly bowed as he walked into the next room until he reached the basement door.

"Hey! Get back here!” the girl followed after him, bat still in hand as she raced down into the basement and saw him crawl into the well she usually kept closed. She frowned and dropped the bat to lean on the well’s stone structure, peering down into the darkness with a frown.

“Come back you coward! You still need to take a goddamn shower!”

jealous | chapter two

pairing: baekhyun x reader x chanyeol

genre: angst, fluff, smut + [!MENTIONS OF SUICIDE!]

word count: 1,680
summary: baekhyun is heartbroken after you leave him. he decides to start over and try to get over you by moving into a new apartment building where he meets chanyeol. what he later finds out is that chanyeol has been your boyfriend for the past month.

pov: baekhyun’s diary entries + a surprise

rating: whether you’re an underage hard stan or a legal soft stan, reader whatever the hell you wanna read.

fun fact: if you watch the gifs below a couple times, they’ll be in sync at some point.

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October 18, 2017

It’s 4pm. I’m already looking for a new apartment online. I spent the day returning the ring I bought for her and selling a few things.

I want to kill myself. I want to leave this world and never come back. Is seven years a short amount of time? Did it just seem like it was so long to me? Was I just an obstacle in her life? Maybe she was just an obstacle in mine. Maybe y/n was just my ready, set before the actual go. But how long will it take for me to jump over this one? Days? Months? Years? It feels like I’ve been punched and kicked in the stomach. I want to leave this world forever. I’d rather burn in hell instead of enduring the pain I’m experiencing right now.

I woke up and my pillow was wet. I had even been crying in my sleep. But I’m over it. I’m sure.

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This is so rushed and short, but I couldn’t get @aina-p​‘s adorable AU picture out of my head. It’s so cute, and I would love to expand this into a multi-chap (or read a multichap of it someone else writes) given the time. It’s such a cute idea, I just had to get this down while my excitement was at its peak!

The scratched up ice stung Victor’s hands as he threw himself down for what must have been the fourth time in the past half hour. For a second as he sat there on the freezing ground, he questioned how things had gotten to the point where he, world-renowned figure skater Victor Nikiforov, was taking fall after fall in a rink.

“Are you okay?”

Ah, right. It was because of him.

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Really Like, Like (Bones x Reader)

Title: Really Like, Like (get it. when you tell someone you like, like them as opposed to just like.) 

Prompt: “On a scale of one to ten… how illegal do you think doing this is?” & “Don’t give me the puppy dog eyes…” Bones x Reader please! <3:

Word count: 1,864

Warnings: language, very cutesy (which isn’t really a warning unless you’re a master cynicist like me)

A/N: i obviously intended on completing this sooner but i found time today and i watched a film with karl urban in it last night so he’s been on my mind. i hope you enjoy it even though it’s definitely not at all what you probably thought it would be and i adjusted the wording of the prompts a lil hahaha

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You Are In Love : Harrison Osterfield

Originally posted by tomandharrisongifs

prompt : based off of ‘you are in love’ by taylor swift

words: : 2309

pairing : harrison osterfield x reader

a/n : guess who’s back with a new song preference ?? where is my crown for writing these bc i am the queen haha anyways this is my first harrison writing piece ever ?? all i do is write fluff that makes you wanna die hehe

warnings : extreme fluff

One look, dark room
Meant just for you
Time moved too fast
You play it back

You met Harrison at the Spider-Man premiere. You were given the chance of a lifetime and won a contest to go to the LA premiere. You and your friend, y/f/n, have just gotten settled in your seats when you see a flash of dirty blonde hair pass in the corner of your eye. You snap to go see what it is, being greeted with the sparkling blue eyes and gorgeous dirty blonde hair only belonging to Tom Holland’s best friend, Harrison Osterfield. He let’s a few incoherent words slip out before he turns to dash out. He turns back around, seeing you smiling at him. He takes a deep breath, walks over, and takes your hand, sliding a piece of paper in it, which you would later find out contained his phone number on it. “Harrison.” He winks. “y/n.” You smile at him, watching as he turns and walks away.

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