for one night all the shit went away and they were truly happy

A Definitely Incomplete List Of My Favorite Moments From The Lightning Thief (book), because I'm having Feelings
  • Percy very causally mentioning times he accidentally hit a school bus with a canon or dropped fifth graders into shark-infested water
  • Grover Underwood
  • Just everything he’s ever done
  • Percy running an illegal candy ring out of his dorm room 
  • “I was worried they found out I got my essay on Tom Sawyer from the internet and were going to take away my grade. Or worse, they were going to make me read the book.”
  • When Percy thought Grover was going to give him some deep, meaningful commentary on life to make him feel better but Grover just wanted Percy’s lunch
  • Percy tried so hard to do well on his Latin final and Chiron somehow thinks it’s a good idea to tell him he’s ‘not normal’ in front of the class my poor boy
  • That one part where Percy essentially went “Oh hey mom’s home!!! Better reschedule this panic attack I was having!!” 
  • When Percy did that weird hand sign (that was never explained) and the door slammed on Gabe so hard he flew up the steps
  • The fact that when Grover finally tracked Percy down he wasn’t wearing any pants. Like, there was literally no reason for him to not have the fake feet and the jeans on. No actual reason for him to be free balling it. Percy just needed a shock apparently. Showing up in the middle of a hurricane with no pants, dramatic ass satyr I love him. 
  • The SATISFYING DEATH of Gabe’s Camaro + Sally apparently learned bullfighting just in case because she truly is the best mom
  • Percy killing the minotaur with its own horn
  • Percy dragging Grover over the camp line while crying for his mom literally end me
  • You drool when you sleep.” could we get more iconic here
  • Percy teasing Annabeth about her crush on Luke
  • When Luke stole some toiletries for Percy and he got a little choked up because it was apparently the nicest thing anyone had ever done for him
  • The fact that Chiron basically told Annabeth that Percy was her destiny
  • The fact that a recovering alcoholic god of wine who hates children was deemed fit to run a camp for children
  • Not so fun: Percy, upon meeting Mr. D, immediately recognizing the signs of an alcoholic and going out of his way to sit far away from him ‘just in case’
  • The fact that everyone just expected him to hear ‘the greek gods are real’ and move on?? why would no one let this boy be in shock omg
  • Zeus apparently had a thing for the fluffy 80′s hairstyles
  • “the real world is where the monsters are” 
  • The fact that Poseidon could have claimed Percy at literally any moment but he apparently decided he really needed that dramatic reveal during capture the flag.
  • When Zeus was feeling Extra Dramatic™ after Percy’s claiming so he started making it rain inside the camp boarders and everyone was lowkey freaking out
  • When Annabeth pulls off her invisible cap and declares she’s going on the quest with him and Percy was like, beyond unsurprised that she was there and didn’t even attempt to fight her 
  • Chiron forgot to give Percy a sword from his father for like, an entire month. 
  • Grover with those freaking flying shoes oh my God
  • Annabeth blushing literally any time Luke talks to her 
  • IN THIS HOUSE WE LOVE AND RESPECT ARGUS, HEAD OF CAMP SECURITY
  • lmao when Percy and Annabeth start bickering about something and Argus just winks at Percy because he knows
  • When they were playing hackey sack with an apple but it got too close to Grover’s mouth and he just ate the whole thing
  • The entire bus scene oh my God
  • “I was about to become the ADHD Poster Child of the Year” as he’s CRASHING A BUS
  • Annabeth on a fury’s back 
  • the explosion. just. all gr8. 
  • When Grover tries to play a path finder song and Percy just immediately slams into a tree. Also the fact that the path finder song was actually just a Hillary Duff number. 
  • “You two are giving me a migraine, and satyr’s don’t even get migraines!” 
  • Percy actually, truly trying to sell the story that the three of them are circus orphans who got separated from their ringleader 
  • Grover: hey guys this place is REALLY SHADY and we need to leave
  • Annabeth and Percy: but f o o d
  • Can you imagine walking into a store and finding your dead uncle’s body on display? Like????
  • When Medusa revealed herself and Annabeth’s running around invisible, Percy’s swinging a sword blindly and Grover’s flying around screaming and trying to whack her with a stick: everyone here is a MESS
  • When Annabeth was overly annoyed with Percy after that ordeal??? Sweetheart you fell for the trick too
  • Name something more iconic than 12 year old Percy Jackson mailing the decapitated head of Medusa to the gods on Mt. Olympus in an act of sheer pettiness. I dare you. 
  • When Percy was insisting on taking first watch while the others slept and Grover was basically like “hey kiddo listen to this” and played a song that immediately knocked him out so he could sleep all night 
  • “Percy. Say hello to the poodle.”
  • Percy seeing all the Greek creatures from the train window 
  • When Annabeth was dragging the boys to the St. Louis Arch and Percy’s claustrophobic ass Did Not Want To Get In That Tiny Elevator but he went anyway because he wanted Annabeth to be happy. That boy has had it bad since the start. 
  • “I am Echidna!”
  • “Isn’t…isn’t that a type of anteater?”
  • I HATE AUSTRALIA.” 
  • How many times has Percy actually been poisoned throughout all the series I literally want a count 
  • ‘Lemme just, uh….jump off the fucking St. Louis Arch and hope I don’t die when I hit the water.’
  • There is just something very aesthetic about Percy lighting a fire in the bottom of a river 
  • Percy’s got so much pent-up rage that he’s just immediately ready to wreck Ares upon meeting him omfg
  • THE THRILL RIDE O’ LOVE
  • Annabeth getting so worked up and flustered over going down there with Percy because it’s a love ride and Percy’s just like “you literally do not have to make this a Thing” lmao
  • Annabeth wouldn’t let Percy touch Aphrodite’s scarf because she didn’t want him getting infected by love magic but then…touched it herself lol
  • The entire sequence with the mechanical spiders and the cameras and the ride itself 
  • Percy’s plan to get off the ride!!!! He’s so smart okay can people stop calling him stupid!!! 
  • Grover trying to catch them both in mid-air but they‘re too heavy so the three of them just kind of slowly crash into one of those face-cut-out posters lol
  • Percy, turning to the camera’s broadcasting this shit on Olympus: “Show’s over! Thank You! Goodnight!” 
  • THE FUCKING ZOO BUS
  • Everything about that scene omg. The animals they had to help. Trying to convince Grover of how great he is. The baby percabeth. my h e a r t
  • “What if it does line up like the Trojan War? Athena versus Poseidon?”
  • “I don’t know what my mom will do. I just know I’ll be fighting next to you.”
  • “Why?”
  • “Because you’re my friend, Seaweed Brain, any more stupid questions?”
  • Do you hear that sound? That’s me, ages 13-21(+) sobbing uncontrollably oh my God I love them so much
  • ‘let’s just set a fucking lion loose in Las Vegas’ 
  • “I put a Blessing of the Wild on them, so they’ll safely find food and shelter wherever they go.”
  • “Why can’t you put on of those on us?”
  • “It only works on wild animals.”
  • “So it would only effect Percy…”
  • “HEY!” 
  • When they get to the Lotus hotel and Grover starts playing that game where the deer shoot the hunters azxjhnhdjx
  • Percy physically having to drag his friends out of there once he realized it was the lair of the lotus eaters
  • When Annabeth gave the taxi driver her lotus credit card and he started calling her “Your Highness” lmao
  • Every time in this book Percy comes close to uncovering a Dark Truth the people around him are just like “let’s not worry about that :) “ and my polite boy actually shuts up it’s so wild because I would just keep going lol
  • CRUSTY THE WATER BED SALESMAN 
  • Listen that entire scene has lowkey always been one of my Favs and I’m not even sure why but Percy chopping his head off was g r e a t
  • The entrance to the Underworld is DOA Recording Studios and I love it
  • “We, uh…all drowned in a bathtub.”
  • Poor Charon just wants his Italian suits he doesn’t need all this bullshit 
  • Grover almost getting dragged into Tartarus: not good. very bad. bad shit. 
  • Annabeth getting emotionally attached to Cerberus in the span of 3 minutes: RELATABLE 
  • ‘huh my backpack that I thought I got rid of five days ago is getting weirdly heavy, that’s not suspicious though, right?’ 
  • When Hades just starts monologue-ing about all the shit he has to put up with
  • “what kind of awful things do you have to do to get sewn into Hades underwear?” p e r c y
  • when Percy realizes the Master Bolt is in his backpack and he’s just like. tell me why. why. I’m a good person. what did I DO. 
  • When Percy has to sacrifice his mom to get Annabeth and Grover out of there I Cri Evey Tiem 
  • My cute lil’ baby yelling around on a beach to get Ares to show up 
  • ahdbsjznx when Grover gives Percy a crushed, half eaten tin can for good like and Percy is just like “Grover…I don’t know what to say.” I LOVE HIM
  • My sweet son kicking the god of war’s ass. bless. blessed on this day. 
  • The news crews who suddenly started backtracking and writing Percy as a hero 
  • Percy, choking back tears, giving Gabe’s store’s phone number out on national television and promising everyone free appliances IM STILL CACKLING I LOVE THIS BOY SO MUCH HE’S ICONIC 
  • Hades actually releasing Sally because he’s Not As Big Of A Dick As He Could Have Been 
  • Percy: hey I think there’s a really good chance that Kronos was behind this whole mess-
  • Zeus and Poseidon: XXX KRONOS DO NOT INTERACT XXX
  • Poseidon rolling his eyes at literally everything Zeus says and does
  • Poseidon and Percy’s whole talk omg my sweet boy just wants his dad to love him and Poseidon’s trying to figure out how to show affection when he basically signed this kid’s death sentence I’m crying 
  • A man will never satisfy me as much or in the same way as Sally Jackson murdering Gabe Ugliano did 
  • Percy was spending months of summer stressing over who the friend that’s supposed to betray him was but like…Sweetie you had exactly three (3) friends and you knew two of them weren’t gonna hurt you
  • ahbdjsnx when Percy and Luke were having their conversation in the woods and like Luke’s acting shady af the whole time but it’s literally not until he litters that Percy is like “something…is Wrong.” this boy I s2g
  • Percy getting bit by a scorpion is Not A Favorite Moment but the nymphs helping him out was 
  • Percy making his Official Decision to go home for the school year only after Annabeth reveals that he actually did talk her into trying again with her family 
  • I didn’t mean to write out a summary of the whole damn book it’s six am listen I’m just feeling nostalgia for the original series in this chili’s tonight 
  • whoops
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Ghost // Jughead Jones

Summary: Jughead’s been neglecting his girlfriend in favour of the case leaving no time to see each other. It slowly gets worse until things escalate into a fight when you came home late when he’s been waiting to apologize.

Characters: Reader x Jughead Jones, Betty Cooper, Archie Andrews, and Veronica Lodge (mentioned).

Words: 2888

Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters involved. In this, like every other Riverdale fic I do, Jughead is NOT asexual in this.

Warnings: Swearing, fighting, neglect, and smut.

Author: Caitsy

A/N: Finals are finally over and I’m free to write again!

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It was a tough week to say the least with your boyfriend Jughead completely skipping the study dates you set. He had asked you out not even a full month ago in a sweet but very Jughead way that you appreciated dearly. Your teacher had put you together for a project that you were steadily doing the project solo and it was a lot of work to do.

You couldn’t believe how you barely saw him anymore with his obsession over the murder of Jason Blossom and he was spending it with Betty Cooper. That made you a little uncomfortable given she was a basket case and obviously mentally unbalanced from the Chuck Clayton incident. Jughead and Betty had gotten together earlier in the year for a month tops before it become glaringly problematic on how different they were. It was insane how little you saw each other when he lived with you. You were emancipated from your parents a year and a half ago and now you could see how it wasn’t that smart to start a relationship with someone you live with. He just didn’t care about you like you cared for him.

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From: Y/N
~When are you coming be here?~

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BTS X READER: GANG / CRIME AU
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series warnings: violence, gore, probably smut at some point I mean it’s me we’re talking about, this chapter has mention of non-con

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Another gloomy day, another substitute teacher. You looked up at the elderly man who stood at the front of the classroom, he was wearing brown slacks and a messily ironed green plaid shirt, no wedding ring, no signs of any life beyond being a substitute teacher at the university. Pity dawned on you when you noticed his face burning with embarrassment when the wave of realisation that he had no idea what he was doing washed over him. Not being able to watch the old man struggle any longer you raised your hand, to the surprise of everybody in the room, 

“Yes Y/N?" 

"Sir would you like me to help? I still have some of Mr Lee’s lesson plans in my bag I could-" 

"That won’t be necessary Y/N. I’m perfectly capable of doing things myself.” The man scolded before he turned around to write some equations on the board, he was much harsher than you anticipated. 

Exhaling deeply you slouched back into your chair, you missed your old professor, Mr Lee. He was a much nicer man. Though he was younger than most professors, he was always very friendly, smart and helpful, everything a professor should be. And being a high achiever in his class didn’t go unnoticed, once a week he would let you teach your group, and with you being president of the student union it meant that nobody could argue with his decision either. Other students had their theories, that you and he were secretly hooking up on late night study sessions, either that or the only reason he was so nice to you was because his younger brother was your flat mate. However none of the rumours were true, except from you living with his brother who was also a student. But that all changed two weeks ago, nobody knows exactly what happened but Mr Lee just vanished out of nowhere, completely disappeared off the face of the Earth. Of course there were varying theories, but nobody saw anything, nobody heard anything, nobody knew anything. And so your fate of having to face substitute teacher after substitute teacher day after day was sealed. 

“She’s feisty today.” The orange haired boy sat next to you muttered, loud enough for you to hear, 

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You’re Alive

Request from @ezrasrosewoodliars: Hey!! i’m such a big fan!! please can you do an imagine where Draco sees reader for the first time since the night dumbledore died and he thought she was dead because the reader is friends with the trio and goes hunting for horcruxes etc so he sees her and it’s so cute and stuff!! thank you!!

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Imagine Sandor realizing that Tormund has a crush on you

(So just got too inspired by the recent GOT episode XD and had to get to this request!! Hope it is as requested and you all like it!! Yay for Tormund being cute and Sandor being jealous xD Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

As he walked the countless miles of snow that separated him from The Wall and what lies beyond, Tormund Giantsbane couldn’t stop smiling to himself.

The cold wind and exhausting workout wasn’t enough to bring his morale down, especially when he had you on his mind the whole time. He was trying his best to forget about how suicidal the mission ahead was going to be and decided to focus his thoughts on being with you.

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Since he’s met you at the Wall, there was no doubt he was smitten to you. At first, he was certain you were the prettiest boy in the Night’s Watch he’s ever seen, prettier than Jon Snow he thought and said to you one day.

You weren’t too small nor too short, just lean and firm enough to knock him down off his feet the few times you sparred together. He just loved inspecting your face and truly was in disbelief by how a boy could look so beautiful. Not to mention your strength, gave him all sorts of idea. It wasn’t until he felt something missing, that he realized you were actually of the opposite gender.

When he found out, you practically had to shut his mouth to keep him from screaming and freaking out. Nonetheless, since, he had even less shame to openly flirt with you and would have the habit of making everyone else around uncomfortable, especially your friends that knew about you as well.

Although, it weirded you out to have a Wildling practically stalking you, you never really stopped him from doing so. You admitted it was nice to finally relax a little after everything you went through for a little while and have a good laugh from all his odd gestures.

After so many months of escaping King’s Landing along with the Hound and Arya Stark, the three of you ended up parting ways, sadly.

Back in court, you and Sandor had just started your rather intimate relationship. You had liked him for some time and so did he apparently, as he nervously and carefully accepted to become yours just as you promised to be his.

However, with the Battle of the Blackwater, your plans all went to shit and quickly you had to escape the Capital with him, only to be taken by the Brotherhood without Banners.

Luckily, they let you both go and you ended up crossing paths with the younger of the Stark girls, saving her from Lannister men. From there, you all traveled, trying to get her to her brother, the King of the North.

It ended up in vain but you were strong at the idea that you and Sandor could be together forever. However, the Light of the Seven didn’t seem to agree as after you and him had decided to make way for the Wall after the news of Lysa Tully’s death, Brienne of Tarth cross paths with you.

As she tried to bring Arya back with her, Sandor decided to defend you both, starting a long fight. He told you to quickly run away with the girl but instead you had to deal with her squire.

In the end, you were certain he would’ve been alright, but you then found his injured self and couldn’t give him more help than he needed. With a broken heart, you promised him to bring Arya back to her home.

As the days passed, the young girl left your side one night, leaving you alone. With nowhere to go, you decided the Wall was still a viable option.

As you finally arrived at the Wall, you simply joined the Night’s Watch acting like a boy for the meanwhile, all while the lord commander instantly recognized you from your first visit to Winterfell.

He helped you after you admitted to him what happened along the way, making him have a slight hope at the idea of his dear little sister actually still being alive. He was a man of his words and held no grudges against you, understanding that she must’ve truly escape your side at night.

To thank him, you helped him as much as he could and ended up yourself participating in patrol north of the Wall and such. Now, here you were riding to Eastwatch after receiving a letter from Tormund that read that he and Jon would be riding North of the wall to retrieve a wight to bring back to court.

However, what motivated you to go join them by the castle, was the news that he had in his cells a tall and rather big man, with a burnt scar along with two other men that sounded familiar.

Your heart had skipped a beat, thinking of who exactly it might be and just had to go see for yourself if you were right.

As you rode, Jon and the others were still marching along the cold icy roads, straying further from the Wall.

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“Bruce, my heart, I think Alfred likes my mom !” - Batmom  and Bruce playing matchmakers

Summary : Alfred has a “crush” on Batmom’s mother figure. 

Just something written during my lunch break and…meh, hope you’ll like it : 

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One of the best thing about dating Bruce Wayne wasn’t the money, the extravagant gifts, the fame, the attention or anything of the like…Oh no (quite the contrary really), one of the best thing about dating Bruce Wayne was getting to know his butler and surrogate father : Alfred Pennyworth. 

Alfred was one of the best man you’ve ever met (him and Bruce were the best men you’ve ever met really…). 

He was caring, sassy, compassionate, funny, sarcastic, intelligent, well mannered, loving, protective and…Oh so much more. 

He was everything you admired in one single person. 

He quickly became your hero to be honest…Though you’d never admit it to his face, too afraid to look ridiculous (even if you damn well knew he wouldn’t make you feel ridiculous). 

The first time you spend the night at Wayne Manor, sharing Bruce’s bed, you felt so awkward in the morning when you woke up and went down to take breakfast, your Bruce’s arm around your shoulder…

But Alfred made you feel so comfortable, he made you feel as if you were home while he didn’t even know you one bit ! (Later, Bruce would confess to you that most of the time, Alfred would be extremely sassy toward ladies who spend the night at Wayne Manor, and that you were the only exception…Well, it was because you were an exceptional lady really. And it seemed Alfred knew, that first time he actually met you, that you were more than just a one night stand. You blushed when he told you that, and oh it made him fall in love with you all over again, to see you so bashful about such things…You were truly incredible). 

But knowing that his Bruce was just constantly talking about you, and had that stupid smile and slight haze in his eyes whenever he did, was enough for Alfred to adore you right away. 

That first time he met you, when you spend the night for the very first time at Wayne Manor, in Bruce’s arms, he just had a gut feeling that you were the one. 

That you were the one that would help his “master”, make him happy. 

And oh he was right, because you two would eventually get married and would always be so damn in love with each others for the rest of your lives…but that, he didn’t know yet, all he knew so far was that it was the first time since his parents’ death that Bruce was genuinely smiling, that he was allowing himself to be happy, carefree, and…it was all thanks to you. 

It instantly clicked, between you and Alfred. 

Because he could see right off the bat that you were a perfect match for Bruce, and you just thought Al’ was like, the best guy ever…He was just so kind to you ! Always so caring even when you were but a stranger ! 

And oh the way you’d both put Bruce back in his place sometimes, when he was being too cocky, or too broody, or anything really. When he was basically being a dick. Not you nor Alfred were ever taking Bruce’s shit, and that’s probably one of the reason you both got along so well. The Sass Masters. 

That’s another reason that made Alfred KNOW that you were the one, the one true love for Bruce…The way you never gave up, even when he was a downright asshole to you. The way you always stood up to him, refusing to be pushed away because he was “afraid you’d get hurt”. 

Your stubbornness was a blessing really. Where more than one woman would have give up after Bruce rejected them for the tenth time (it was such a stupid thing really, to think he had to push you out of his life to protect you…you were born and raised in one of Gotham most dangerous neighborhood, the Narrows, you knew how to defend yourself, and you’d never give up because you KNEW Bruce didn’t mean it when he said it was best not to see each other again…), And oh man, Alfred never met a person more stubborn that his Master Bruce before you. For that only, he could only admire you too. 

Yes. You were special. And Alfred was too. And as your relationship with Bruce became truly serious…you kinda came to see Alfred as your father figure. 

You grew up without a dad, and Alfred just became the hero you never had. And he gladly accepted the position. 

Really, it was only the next natural step in this strong relationship and bond you all build together, that him and Bruce would meet your mom. 

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Rollercoaster -Tom Holland

A/N: I don’t know what the hell I did, I hope you like it, fluffy fluff

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You flattened your dress with your hands and were looking at yourself in the mirror. The dress hugged your body in the right places but something felt off. You let your hands trail down your body and tilted your head. Something was off.

“Darling, can you help me put this on. This bloody thing keeps getting tangled and I’m gonna loose my sh-…Shit!”, he interrupted himself as soon as you turned around to face him.
“You look absolutely stunning.”, he said and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You walked over to him with a small smile on your lips and took his bow tie.
“You don’t look too shit yourself, Mr.”, you joked and he rolled his eyes while you tied his bow tie around his neck.
“Done!”, you said triumphantly and looked up into his eyes. He took your face inbetween his hands and was about to kiss you when you stopped him.
“Uh…mind the makeup?”, you said apologetically and shrugged. He groaned and stumped his foot like a grumpy child before he leaned in and gave you a butterfly kiss on your forhead.

“That’ll have to be enough. For now.”, he said and you turned around with an anxious smile on your face to look into the mirror again. And your smile turned into a frown.
Seeing him, like the god he was, ready for the redcarpet, born for the redcarpet, you felt tiny and insecure. He layed his hands on your hips and placed his chin on your shoulder.
“I-…”, he started with a grin but you interrupted him.
“I can’t do this!”, you blurted out and let out a huff getting out of his grip. You crossed your arms infront of your chest and couldn’t look into his eyes.
“What do you mean? Hey- hey. Look at me.”, he said and lifted your chin with his hand.

“I’m can’t be…this.”, I said and pointed at him and he furrowed his eyebrows.
“I don’t belong in your world. I belong behind my books with my sweatpants and old t-shirt on.”, I explained further and huffed again, now more desperate. You really felt uncomfortable.
“You…Alright. Now. This is not my world. It’s ours. I’m just lucky enough to be the one sharing with you. You belong by my side. Both in your sweatpants and this dress. Because you are the one who makes them look beautiful to me.”

“Okay now your getting cheesy.”, you said and rolled your eyes but couldn’t surpress a tiny smile.
“There she is.”, he said and pulled you against his body.
“Also I need you.”, he added with a small voice and a shy smile. Now you realized that he himself wasn’t that confident either. His hands seemed to tremble a little and he looked down shaking his head.
“You’d think I should be getting used to all that attention and shouting and people. The people. But I’m not.”, he said and it was your time to take his face into your hands and give him a quick kiss onto his lips.
“The makeup!”, he shrieked and made you laugh.
“You wipe your mouth and I’ll refresh my lipstick. And were set to go.”, you answered and let him go.

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“Oh boy.”, you sighed stepping into your apartment and kick off your heels immediatly.
“You might as well organize a funeral and bury me.”, you added and hobbled into the living room because your feet were killing.
“You’re being dramatic.”, he laughed after you threw yourself onto the couch. He pulled off his bow tie and you couldn’t help yourself and bit your lip.
“Shit.”, you said under your breath and looked away from him. The carpet was more intresting suddenly.
“You don’t look too shit yourself.”, he imitated you and you stuck out your tongue at him.
You pulled yourself up and turned your back to him, pulling your hair over your shoulder to expose your back.
“Could you zip that open please?”, you asked him because you couldn’t wait to get into comfy clothes.
“Sure.”, he said and with his next move you were free. You let the dress slip down your body and raised your hands into the air triumphantly. You stood there in your underwear which was non of your problems right now.
“Yes!”, you sighed and rolled your neck to loosen it a bit. Suddenly you felt two arms wrap around your lower half and a warm chest pressed against your back.
“You should put something on. We’re both too tired to go further.”, he hummed into your ear and sent shivers down your spine. You put your hands above his and closed your eyes. Your hips started moving against his and he let a lustfull groan escape his throat, which made you smile.
“Yeah too tired.”, you teased him with a grin on your face.

“You’re a jerk.”, he sighed and you turned around to face him.

“Well, I learned from the pro, didn’t I?”, you said and placed a butterflykiss on top of his nose. “Since we don’t have to mind the makeup anymore…”, he said and kissed your lips. It started as a harmless kiss but got more passionate along the way. You had to pull away eventually to take a breath and when you did you burst out laughing.
“We gotta write an email to Maybelline that their Lipstick isn’t kiss-proof.”, you laughed and pointed at his lips where your lipstick was smeared all over.
“Red suits you.”, you teased him and smirked.
“I know. So does blue.”, he said with a cocky grin and you playfully hit his shoulder.

“Come on Spider-ling. Let’s see what else suits you.” You took his hand and walked over to your bedroom, closing the door behind you two.

***

You woke up in the moring, tangled in the sheets which were telling the tales of last night. You smiled to yourself remembering your activities and closed your eyes again. Until you recognized that you were alone in bed.
You got up to look around the house but he was nowhere to be found. Walking by the front door you found a sticky note.

“Manager called. Had to rush out.

Love, T.”

You took the sticky note and went to the kitchen to make yourself a nice breakfast. After being full you sat down ok the couch and took your laptop on your lap to research the last nights events. The ones before you came home obviously. You scrolled through some headlines.

“Tom Holland and his new girlfriend!”

New?

“Tom Hollands accesoire: His Girlfriend!”

Nice. Now I’m a purse.

“Spidermans girlfriend is a snack!”

Cheetos?

“Tom and Y/N are rocking the redcarpet!”

Wow, that’s a confident boost. You clicked one of them and went straight down to the comment section even though Tom warned you not to that, ever.
It’s strange how something said by a complete stranger can impact your mood. You were left totaly confused and insecure. After reading thousands of comments and tweets you shut your laptop. There were both positive and negative opinions about you. Even though you did absolutley nothing. You just walked with Tom, which was one of the reasons why some people hated you, and only answered questions in his interviewes if asked directly to you.
Some people said that was snob-ish from you. But you only did that because you didn’t want to seem eager to be in the spotlight. Which you definetly weren’t. Others were talking about your dress. Mainly nice things which made you a little happy. There were fans who thought that you two seemed happy together and truly in love. Which was the truth but you know. The internet.

You were still deep in your thoughts when Tom came back late in the afternoon. You heared keys being tossed into the bowl at the front door and looked up.
“Hey!”, he yelled from the hall and you greeted him back.
“What’s ma beauty doin’?”, he asked with an accent you couldn’t quiet put your finger on while coming into the living room.
“Don’t do that.”, you said shaking your head.
“Do what?”, he laughed and let himself fall next to you.

“Shut up.”

“Better than me? Shut up.”, he imitated the rapper Stormzy and you rolled your eyes.

“So how’d you feel last night?”, he asked you more serious now and put his arm around you.
“You mean when you did the thing with your hands between my…”, you started teasing him put he interrupted you.
“Oh c'mon. You know what I mean.” He blushed and you chuckled at his reaktion.
“I don’t know Tom. I mean it was nice and all and I really enjoyed being by your side but…I think you should go with someone else next time. Zendaya for example. She is a great friend and she is already famous. She knows how to handle all the…opinions.”, you blurted out and he raised his brows.
“Y/N Y/L/N! Did you read comments or magazines or some stupid stuff?”, he scolded you and you shrugged.
“It’s fine. Really. I’m fine. But I rather not be in the spotlight a second time.”, you added and shrugged again.

“Actually I had a meeting with my manager this morning exactly about this. Not only this. But it was a part of it. The people absolutly LOVED you. To the point where the most articles that came out today were mostly about you and not me.”, he said with a big smile trying to make you feel good but it kind of backfierd.
“What are they saying? The articles.”

“That’s not my point! But if you really wanna know they are all over you. Bits they could find about your childhood, mom, dad, siblings, school and all that stuff. But mainly your projects, what you stand for. And they love it. They say you bring the best out of me.Which is the only time I am mentioned actually.”, he chuckles and shakes his head.

“We’ll see, I guess. Next time.”, you said still insecure about everything.
“Uh…actually…next time is kinda…tomorrow?”, he stutterd while his voice got more silent with every word.
“What?”, you said and widened your eyes.

“You know, normally, a girlfriend means bad press and it’s not really favorable for the promotion of the movie. Has something to do with the teenage girls who tend to get jelous or something. But you kinda went around that? They love you, kinda like they love Zendaya. Like rolemodel or something. My manager went on and on I couldn’t listen to all of it BUT all of that means that I would really be happy if you could join me every now and then.”, he said and looked hopefully into your eyes.

“You’re kidding.”

“I’m not! Really.”

“That’s insane!”, you sighed but he shook his head.

“No, it’s perfect! You can work from everywhere thanks to your projects so that isn’t a problem. You’ll be by my side on the carpet and the events and you could work in the trailer while my interviews. It’s perfect. No longer being apart from each other for months.”, he said now excitedly and your heart shrunk.

“Babe I don’t know if…I want that.”, you said carefully and the excitement in his eyes went away. His shoulders deflated and his eyes widened.
“Oh.”, he just said and you took his hands into yours immediatly.
“I just don’t belong in that world Tom. I’ll always support you at anything you do and I’ll always be your number one fan and I’ll ALWAYS love you…but I can’t handle the spotlight and its aftermath.”, you explained and it broke your heart to see him disappointed. He couldn’t even look into your eyes.

He pulled his hands away and your whole body stiffened.
“Tom…”, you sighed but he didn’t seem to recognize that. He turned away from you and leaned his elbows onto his thighs.
“You know they are going to have an opinion about you no matter how far away you stay.”, he said and you nodded.
“I know. But that’s different.” As you said that he shook his head.
“It’s not. What happens when those get to you too? Are you going to leave me then? To escape those? I wouldn’t judge you, you know.”, he said and looked up. His eyes looked sad and concerned which made you sigh.
“Oh Tom no! How can you think that? I’m not with you or without you based on the outside world.”, you said and took his hands in mine again.

“But that’s what you said. Just a minute ago.”
Because nothing you said seemed to go through to him you swung your leg over his lap, so your legs were on either side of his thighs. You took his face into your hands and forced him to look into your eyes.
“You listen to me. You don’t get to overthink this. I do. I’m the woman here.”, you teased him and he rolled his eyes.
“I know how to handle the pressure from the outside. I just need time to adjust. I can’t go out there full time. Let’s take babysteps. I’ll come with you to events but you’ll have to do your promo on your own. For now. Let me get used to it, let the people get used to me without rubbing it into their faces. How does that sound?”, you suggested with a supporting smile and he finally gave in.

“Good, I guess. I just don’t want them putting wrong ideas in your head which’ll harm our relationship.”
You shook your head and gave him a quick kiss. He put his hands on your hips and smiled up to you.
“You wanna go out?”, he asked suddenly and you raised a brow.
“Sure. Where?”, you asked and he shrugged.

“Just out.”

And that’s what your relationship consisted of. It was a rollercoster with moodswings, arguments, laughs and adventures. The important thing was that you both were able to sort things out.
Of course the amazing sex helped too. But that was another topic.

Jamie - Names (Drabble Series)

Bucky | Barnes | Buck | Sarge | Jamie | Soldat | Love | James | Epilogue

Character Pairing: Bucky x Female Reader

Summary: She calls Bucky by many different names. Each one portraying a different emotion, motive behind her words changing and telling with every utterance off her lips.

WC: 1550

A/N: Tags are now closed! This chapter is my favorite. If I were Bucky’s girl, I’d totally just call him Jamie all the time. I’m so blown away by the positive response to this series. I posted another series here earlier this summer and I think it got 45 notes at most on a chapter. Thank you so much guys!

Jamie was a name she used in two instances: when she was drunk and when she wanted something. It always amused him and he found it cute, wishing she would use it more often.

“Hey Jamie, what do you think of repainting the dining room?” (She was both for this one.)

“I know we never officially talked about getting a cat, but Jamie he’s so cute. You’ll love him I promise!”

It was the night of another rager of a Stark Party, a few weeks after Steve dragged everyone out to the compound. They were celebrating the end of a very successful mission that had taken months to plan and execute, not that Tony ever needed an excuse to throw a party.

She was drunk, relieving the stress of the past few weeks with one too many martinis.

“Jamie! Jaaaaaamieeeeee!” she sang out.

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Princess

super original title xoxo honestly I couldn’t be bothered to spend ages thinking of a decent one, it’s not too important anyway. This is my first time posting an actual thingy thing for a while, and I’m kinda nervous about it because it was a request by @underworldsheiress, who wanted twin brother Edmund to be a top wingman and encourage Caspian to confess his feelings to the reader which leads to smutty smut smut and them being found by overprotective brother™ Peter who loses his shit lmao. It’s kinda long, around 4.5k, and like I said I am pretty nervous about posting it because it’s not just something I wrote when an idea popped into my head, but I hope y’all like it anyway :)

“Christ Y/N, stop it,”

“Stop what?” I asked, sparing him only a fleeting glance before averting my gaze back to Caspian. My voice sounded disinterested even to my own ears, but I was too distracted to care. He was so beautiful. He always looked gorgeous, but tonight especially, the night of his coronation, he just radiated warmth and happiness. He practically glowed. And God, the way his crown sat on his head, the way he looked all kingly and powerful. It turned me on just thinking about it, about him commanding me to get on my knees and –

“You’re practically eye fucking Caspian,” I snapped my head up immediately, banishing my sinful thoughts. Edmund wrinkled his nose in disgust. “No offence but I don’t really want to see my sister looking at one of my friends like that, especially when we’re in the middle of a conversation,”

 

“We were?”

“Oh my God-”

“Sorry,” I apologised sincerely, grabbing his hand and squeezing it between mine to reassure him. “My attention’s all yours. Strictly twin bonding time for the best Pevensie children,”

“Hey!” Lucy shot me a playful glare as she spun past our table, midway through a dance – I couldn’t remember which it was – with the fauns. She had always loved music and dancing.

Edmund smiled at that, but out of the corner of my eye I saw it fade away when he caught me peeking at Caspian again. He was talking to someone I didn’t know, but she was extremely beautiful and they seemed awfully close. I swallowed, a sour taste in my mouth, even though I had no right to be jealous.

“You should just tell him you know,” he said softly in a more serious tone. I looked at him, shocked. I went to protest and rebuff the suggestion but he carried on talking. “Don’t look at me like that. You’re my sister. I know you better than anyone, and I’ve known about your feelings for Caspian since the moment you started having them,”

I looked down at my hands, every witty and scathing response I had loaded suddenly vanishing. “But I can’t,” I said pathetically. I wanted to glance back over at Caspian but I was scared of what I’d see. “If I said anything…I just can’t.” I stood up abruptly, taking off as fast as I could without appearing rude, unable to stay in that hall any longer. Everyone was so cheerful and happy and all I could think about was how much I wanted someone I couldn’t have.

“Y/N, come back!” I heard Edmund call after me but I ignored him. I felt bad for dismissing him but I needed to be alone. I was closer with Edmund than anyone in the world, more so than with even Peter or Susan or Lucy. Being twins meant we had always had a very special bond. I loved all my brothers and sisters with every inch of my heart, but nothing could compare to my connection with Ed. Yet I feared even that wasn’t enough, that he would never truly understand how I felt for Caspian; that he would never understand why I was unable to be upfront with him about my feelings.

I locked the door to my room and flung myself onto my bed, staring at the high ceiling. I felt tears prickle at my eyes. I held them back. I refused to cry. I was just so frustrated and conflicted and overwhelmed with emotion for this stupid boy and his stupid smile and stupid perfect hair and stupid lips that I so badly wanted to feel against mine. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

Get a grip, I muttered to myself.

—–

Edmund wasn’t the type of person to stick his nose into other people’s business. He found it usually resulted in himself or both parties getting hurt, and things ending up way more complicated than how they had been initially. For Y/N, however, he had always made an exception. She’s my twin sister, he reasoned with himself as he approached Caspian who was perched on the edge of a table, fully immersing himself with the people who had arrived to celebrate his coronation. If there’s anything I could do to make her happier, of course I would do it. And I know she’d do the same for me.

 

“Caspian,” Ed said by way of greeting, capturing the king’s attention. He was still in conversation with the beautiful dark skinned girl. Caspian politely excused himself and sprang up, grinning hugely as he pulled Edmund into a brief hug.

“Edmund!” he was clearly in a joyous mood – rarely had Edmund ever known him to be quite so happy to see him. “Enjoying the celebrations? I know Lucy is, all I’ve seen of her all night is a blur,” he laughed, and then noticed the absence of Y/N. He had grown quite close to her during their time together, and it was a rarity that she and Ed were ever that far apart. “Hey, where’s Y/N? I haven’t had a chance to speak to her tonight.”

Edmund cleared his throat feeling somewhat awkward. He hadn’t really planned this out properly. “That’s kind of what I wanted to discuss, actually…”

Concern flashed in Caspian’s eyes immediately. His heart dropped. “Is she okay? She’s not hurt is she? No of course she’s not, you wouldn’t be so calm if she were in trouble. But…something is wrong?” He spoke at a rushed pace, attempting to quell his nerves when he feared the worst.

How to be tactful about this? Frankly, Edmund had no fucking clue. “Tact is just not saying true stuff,” he stated plaintively, mostly for his own benefit.

“…Right? That doesn’t really answer my question though –’’

“Y/N likes you!” Wow, real smooth Ed.

 

Whatever Caspian had been expecting, it wasn’t that. “I-you-she-me what?” He practically fell over his words.

“Are you broken?”

Caspian let Edmund’s joking comment slide. “Are you being serious?” He remembered how to speak at last. “You’re not just fucking with me?”

“No, but I’m pretty sure she wishes she was,” What’s wrong with me, Edmund thought, cringing at his own comment. Stop using shitty humour to make yourself feel less awkward.

 

The king almost choked. “She said that to you?”

“No, but you’d have to be either stupid or blind not to notice the way she looks at you. It’s kind of gross, actually. From my perspective anyway. And Peter’s. Fucking hell, if he ever found out he would get so over protective you have no idea…”

“Wait, so you really think she has feelings for me?” Dare he get his hopes up? He didn’t think he could bear allowing himself to believe she reciprocated his feelings, only for it to all be some joke.

“Considering she pretty much flat out told me, yes I’m very sure of it. That’s why she left. I think, anyway. She saw you talking to that girl and got a bit overwhelmed. I’m sure she’s fine though,” he smiled weakly and tapped his head. “Twin telepathy.”

Caspian took all this in for a moment. He had to fight to keep from grinning like a fool he felt so giddy. How embarrassing that would be. He could already hear the Narnians gossiping about it: “King Caspian defeats an army and restores peace to Narnia, loses his shit and becomes a teenaged girl when he finds out his crush likes him back.” That would never do.

“Do you know where she would have gone?”

—–

I lay there for a while. Half an hour? An hour? Edmund didn’t attempt to follow me and I was glad. He could sense I needed some time to myself. And I felt better for it. I could think straight again. Maybe I’d even join the celebrations again. They’d surely go on all night long. Maybe the tangible joy in that hall wouldn’t be so stifling now my head was clear.

There was a knock at the door. Probably Edmund deciding to check on me, or maybe Susan. Susan had such a gentle heart, she’d want to make sure I was alright after my sudden exit.

I crossed the room and smoothed down my dress. I opened the door.

And promptly almost had a heart attack.

“Hello Y/N,” Caspian said politely, smiling gently.

All the feelings and rush of emotions that had overwhelmed me in the hall came flooding back tenfold. I couldn’t breathe. “Caspian?” I managed weakly. My eyes flitted up to the crown he wore. “I mean, Your Grace. What are you doing here?”

He let himself in and closed the door hesitantly. “You don’t have to call me that. I’m still Caspian to you. I noticed you were gone and then Edmund came and spoke to me…”

The way he trailed off made my heart leap. What the fuck has Edmund done. If he had told Caspian about my feelings for him I was going to kill him.

“What did he say to you?” I asked a tad too sharply. I was sure I must look terrified.

Caspian tensed at my tone, visibly uncomfortable. “Just…um, stuff. About you. And…me,”

I closed my eyes. It felt as though my stomach had fell through the floor. My skin felt prickly and my head felt heavy. No. This couldn’t be happening. He couldn’t know.

“I am so sorry,” I choked out, stumbling over my words in my haste to get them out. “I don’t know exactly what he told you but it’s not what it sounds like. I can’t stand here and lie and say I don’t like you, because I do,” my throat seemed to be closing up faster and faster. “But it doesn’t matter and you should forget about it because it’s stupid and I’m stupid, just a stupid little girl with stupid dreams and…”

“Y/N,” he said. His voice was level. He was using his Prince – well, King now, I guess – voice. It was calm and full of authority. I shut up before I could fuck up even further. I seriously wanted to cry. He was silent for a moment whilst he gathered his thoughts now I had stopped rambling. I couldn’t bear to look at him, but looking away was even worse. “Did you…mean that?” he finally ventured. But he was quieter now. He took a deep breath. “Do you really think that your feelings for me are stupid? That they…that they don’t matter?” He sounded hurt. It broke my heart.

“No! I mean yes I – fuck, I don’t know!” I sounded pathetic. Stupid. I covered my face with my hands, willing everything to fade away, for this to not be happening. I heard his footsteps approaching me and then I felt his fingers gently pulling my hands away from my face. They encircled my wrists delicately. I willed myself to be strong and met his eyes, fighting the tears threatening to well in my eyes.

“I have so much I need to say,” he said softly, impossibly dark eyes trained on mine. Just looking into his eyes made me feel dizzy. “But I think it would be easier if I just…” I felt him leaning in, getting closer until his face was level with mine and so fucking close I daren’t breathe. He was testing the waters. I couldn’t fathom what was happening until his lips touched mine with such soft, tender passion I could have wept. Those lips I’d been thinking of for so long were on mine. Caspian was kissing me. I had so many questions, so much I wanted to ask him, but I’d wanted this for so fucking long I shoved all thoughts to the side and let it happen, let my lips follow his lead as I kissed him back. He let my wrists go and his hands went to my waist instead, pulling me in tighter. I dreaded the moment he would have to let go.

His lips broke apart from mine and his forehead rested on mine. His eyes were closed, breathing somewhat jagged. “Please don’t stop,” I whispered. I needed more of him. This was what I had yearned for. I couldn’t let it end so soon. “Please…”

A soft growl tore from his throat, his resolve breaking, his lips back on mine, firmer this time, desperate and demanding, pulling me into him whilst one hand at the small of my back lead me backwards to the bed. There was nothing chaste about this kiss. Everything I had suppressed due to fear and everything he had held back came pouring out, his lips forceful against mine and his breathing heavy. I couldn’t believe this was happening, but it was, and my head was spinning and he felt so hot and powerful and strong that I let him lead me. He kissed me hungrily and I gripped his shoulders, relishing every point of contact between us. I inhaled and exhaled through my nose as I tried to remember how to breathe, the taste of his lips clouding my thoughts. Everything was happening so fast and he was tearing off my dress and kissing my neck and his hands were everywhere and he was shirtless and his skin was so tanned and toned just like I knew it would be. His bare skin on mine burned in the most delicious way possible. His tongue was on my skin, following the curve of my neck and I shuddered, arching into him as he loomed above me. Every action was fuelled by lust and hunger and pure, thrumming primal desire but there was an underlying sweetness and passion that was more than just sexual frustration. And I knew that he wanted me and loved me as much as I him, all from the feel of his lips brushing against my skin.

“Caspian,” I breathed. He nipped my shoulder and I gasped. His touch was electrifying, awakening every nerve in my body, and I knew I would be drenched by the time he reached where I was so desperate for contact.

I could feel him fighting to remain gentle, could feel that he wanted to make love to me tenderly, but it was as though now it was happening he let his desire take over. His hands were forceful, pushing my legs apart as he crouched between them, leaving me vulnerable and on display to him completely. The urge to close them again due to self-consciousness was immense, but his fingers dug into my thighs and held them in place, his hot breath tickling my exposed flesh, and in that moment I felt so irrevocably wanted that I let him do as he pleased, aching and silently begging him to touch me through my body language. I couldn’t see his face as he dipped down to plant the lightest of kisses to my inner thighs, just a messy head of soft brown hair that I felt the urge to bury my hands in. The crown had fell off when he pushed me onto the bed and dipped his head to kiss me again; it lay discarded on the floor, along with our clothes. The kisses were gentle, oh so gentle, teasing up and up until he reached where I wanted, needed him the most, before he began the slow taunting pattern all over again. The anticipation of his lips pressing against my swollen clit and his tongue lapping at my wetness was almost hotter than the actions themselves. More kisses. Closer and closer, firmer and firmer. I let my head fall back against my pillow, unable to control my heavy breathing or the slow arch of my back. He was going to drive me crazy, and he had yet to even touch my pussy. Caspian between my legs was the hottest thing I had ever seen.

“Please,” it was a soft plea, but I knew he heard me, that he could hear the desperation in my voice. His lips ghosted over where I craved him most of all, lightly brushing against me, and in my frenzied state of arousal my hips bucked upwards to chase after him. I whimpered. I felt his tongue tentatively flick against my clit. His heavy breathing matched mine, only increasing the heat down there. As his tongue began to explore, slowly but surely, his fingers gripped my thighs tighter. The more he gave the more I wanted. He licked me at a leisurely pace, as though he wanted to savour the moment and draw out my pleasure, and there was a building pressure stirring inside me. I could fucking hear the sounds of his mouth kissing and sucking and licking my pussy. I couldn’t restrain the gasps and helpless moans that I struggled not to choke on that fell from my lips. He made quiet little noises of content whilst he ate me out, too, like nothing there was nothing in the world he’d rather do than lick my pussy. Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure. God, his fucking tongue. This, I decided, was much better than talking about our feelings, which I’m sure we would do, just as soon as I-

“Fuck, Caspian, I’m gonna come,” I moaned, slightly embarrassed at how wanton and loud I sounded. I was right on the edge, each stroke of his tongue pushing me further, until every inch of me was alight with pleasure, the tingling pressure intensifying in my lower regions, shooting through me until I saw white behind my closed eyelids, rolling my hips as I hit my release, body limp and content from climax. All the while I felt his hands gripping me, holding me close as he slowed down his administrations and kissed between my legs gently, careful not to over stimulate me. I was warm and happy in the afterglow, with this gorgeous man between my thighs. His eyes flickered up to meet mine through eyelids heavy with arousal, and I groaned at the sinful sight. He planted one last kiss before coming back up level with my face, his own body gliding against mine. This time when his lips touched mine I could taste the slight tang of myself on him, which only turned me on even more despite the powerful orgasm I had just had.

“Thank you princess,” I heard him whisper. He nuzzled my neck. I propped myself onto my elbows and stared at him in bewilderment.

“What do you mean? I should be the one thanking you?” I said in disbelief, but it sounded more like a question. Why on earth was Caspian thanking me after making me come harder than I ever had before? His lips curled into a bashful smile.

“Y/N, all I’ve ever wanted is to make you feel good. To feel you and see you like this,”

I was at a loss for words. I wrapped one arm around his shoulders and pulled him down toward me so I could hug him. So much had gone unsaid. “I guess we should probably talk,” amazingly I was still nervous, even though he had literally just gone down on me and I could feel his naked skin pressed against mine.

“I guess we should,”

But instead I rolled my hips into his and felt his hardness. My stomach flipped, and I felt both shyness and pride. I did that to him. A low growl slipped from his lips.

“Fuck talking,”

He grabbed my hips. I brought my legs up to lock around his waist, forcing his hips to grind downwards to meet me. He laughed breathily at my eagerness, staring at me in wonder. Or arousal, I couldn’t quite tell. His hair was falling around his face, dark messy strands that I had yet to run my hands through. I had half a mind to, but then he thrust into me and I cried out at the sudden fullness, unable to think straight as he buried his cock deep inside me. He slid in effortlessly, soft moans in my ear as he filled me up. I clawed at his back and bucked my hips. Catching my breath proved almost an impossible task when he pulled back, only to ram into me again, stretching me out completely. I cried out.

—–

I woke up sore. Stiff neck and aching muscles that burned in what was an almost pleasurable fashion. Turning my head, I saw Caspian’s dark hair splayed out on the pillow he lay on, his brows slightly furrowed whilst he slept. Everything came rushing back – the way we’d stayed up all night, fucking and talking and making love, and talking some more. No wonder I was so sore. I remembered every touch and caress of his lips, hands and body, and blushed. I reached out to cup his face with the palm of my hand. His eyelids fluttered. Clearly he was a light sleeper. He awoke, confused for a moment, then saw me beside him, the sheets barely concealing my form, and he smiled sleepily.

“Hey,” his voice was low and ever so husky. I bit my lip and felt my own playful grin forming.

“Morning,” I said coyly. We lay face to face and he indicated for me to cuddle up closer, which I did willingly, the feel of his arms around me securing me.

“What time is it?” he asked, my head against his chest. I shrugged, tilting my head up so I could see his face.

“Late. Why? We don’t have anywhere to be…we could just stay here all day,”

He smirked. “Don’t tempt me,”

I feigned innocence. “It’s not my fault I’m so entirely desirable…”

He rolled me onto my back, straddling me and pinning my wrists above my head.

“I don’t know how much more I can take,” I warned him truthfully, even though our position made me want him inside me all over again. I ached though, and I knew walking would be a challenge. His eyes softened immediately, as he had no will to make me feel uncomfortable. Though truthfully, when he asserted his dominance over me like this – my body pinned down by his, arms above my head, completely at his mercy – it was a huge turn on. Pretty much everything he did turned me on.

“We don’t have to do anything right now,” his sensitive and compassionate side was also a definite turn on. Damn.

“Just go easy on me,” that spark was back in his eyes again, but somehow softer this time. He kissed my neck slowly, lovingly.

“I’ll fuck you so gently, princess…” his hot breath sent shivers down my spine. I squirmed.

His lips remained at my throat, gracing it with the softest of kisses, so light they were barely there. “Why do you call me princess?” I asked, but he was distracting me and my voice cracked. He released my wrists and I immediately let my fingers tangle in his hair and tugged, just the way he liked, as I had discovered last night. He groaned.

“Because,” he murmured. I wasn’t sure if it was intentional or not, but there was a sultry hint to his voice. “I am the king. That makes you my princess…or queen, if you’d like,” He stopped kissing my neck then, and pulled back so he could see my face. There was a cheeky glint in his eyes. “But I think princess sounds hotter,”

I spread my legs for him. He was right, princess did sound hotter. And I wanted him inside me again. “But we’re not married. Doesn’t that just make me your whore?”

“Of course not,” he tucked his hair behind his ear and smirked. “Whores get paid,”

“Then you’d better pay up,” he chuckled at my words, and all of a sudden I gasped. One of his hands had slyly crept between my thighs, his thumb expertly brushing against my clit.

“I think I’ll take my chances,” he slid one finger inside me and smirked.

“What the fuck is this?”

Caspian whipped his head round immediately, like a startled rabbit, and leapt off of me immediately, pulling his hands away from my body and shooting to the other side of the bed. I’d never seen him so skittish. And then I saw my older brother Peter stood in the doorway, and the words finally registered with me, and I bolted upright, wrapping the sheets tightly around me. Fuck. Mortification flushed red in my cheeks and fear crept through my veins.

 

Peter was stood so still it was slightly scary, his eyes flat. I could see the muscles in his jaw clenching. “I’m going to fucking kill him,” his voice was low but it trembled with anger, and I’d have rather he had shouted. He pointed at Caspian then, moving at last, raising his voice. “I don’t care if he’s the king,” I was scared now.

“Peter, please –’’

“No!” he said furiously. “He is dead,

He turned his attention to Caspian then, who now the initial shock had subsided, seemed pretty much at ease. I looked back at Peter, at the anger flaming in his eyes. “Peter, leave him alone, this has nothing to do with you,” I tried to reason with him, fighting the tremble in my voice.

“Nothing to do with me?” he scoffed, and he laughed, and I worried he had become unhinged. “You’re my baby sister! You’re like thirteen –’’

“I’m sixteen!” I defended myself angrily. I was more upset with Peter than embarrassed now. He was being unreasonable. “God, get over yourself Peter! Did you really think I was gonna stay a pre-pubescent little girl forever? I’m sorry you had to see this – my god, am I sorry – but don’t be an arse!”

Peter was silent. He so desperately wanted to be livid, and he probably still was, but he saw the sense in what I had said.

“We’ll talk about this later,” he muttered, seemingly rather bitter. He addressed Caspian. “I meant it. If you do anything she doesn’t want you to do, or if you hurt her in any way shape of form, it won’t matter that you’re the king. I’ll murder you.”

He left, and I could hear him grumbling to himself down the hall. Caspian was staring at me.

“What?” I asked, visibly shaken by the whole thing.

He pulled me into a hug and I melted into the embrace. It comforted me. “He’ll come around you know. It’s kind of in his job description as big brother to be a dick when it comes to things like this,”

“I know. It just pisses me off when he gets over protective like that,”

“It just means that he loves you. He doesn’t want to admit to himself that he can’t always protect you from everything,”

I looked up at him. “What, and you’d class yourself as something I need protecting from?” I smirked as I teased him.

He grinned wolfishly and flipped me onto my back again, his dominance being unleashed once more. “Oh princess, you have no idea.”

Forget Me Not - Regulus Black x Reader

Request: @earthleigh Hello, since your requests are open could you do a maurauder imagine where the reader is Remus’ sister and all the marauders are overly protective of her and she gets into a relationship with a slytherin (regulus or rabastan lestrange) and they like freak out. And they’re like worried bc she’s like the most caring person and basically their child. Thanx! I’m such trash for the nice/sweet girl x bad boy trope and slytherin x hufflepuff pairings.
Warnings: My English, Language, gif and pic aren’t mine-credits to their original owners. [With Douglas Booth as Regulus]
Word Count~ 2.1k
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   You had always had a thing for him. His dark hair, his hazel eyes -that sometimes were green and other times blue- his pouty lips, his perfectly shaped face and that Adam’s apple of his. He did look like his brother, yet he looked nothing like him. How was that possible?
You couldn’t help yourself. He gave the bad boy, troubled young man vibe that you just couldn’t resist. You had to get closer. There were a few problems, though.
   You were Gryffindor; he was a Slytherin. You were a half-blood; he was a pure-blood. Your brother was Remus Lupin; his brother was Sirius Black. Yes, there were some issues you had to take care of before you could say that the coast was clear.
   You had found yourself wondering why did the Hat place you in Gryffindor when everyone told you that you were a true Hufflepuff-maybe because you didn’t want to leave your brother alone. He wasn’t alone, he had made friends but you would never leave him.  You were a year younger than them but you were considered a Marauder since the moment they met you. They were amazing people; funny, clever, mischievous and above all, they truly liked your brother-they were truly great friends. You knew that Remus would never tell them that he was a werewolf and honestly, you couldn’t understand why. It didn’t matter- he didn’t choose this. You were more worried that he will get hurt by it than anything else.
   Over the years, you bonded even more and you were inseparable; they were your overprotective parents. Something that could be too sweet or too annoying. It was both most of the time. You weren’t eleven anymore. You were good on your own, you could handle things without them interfering.
   Something that hadn’t change was that you were still the same ‘Little Lupin’ as they called you. You were too kind and sweet for your own good. You didn’t believe that. You were simply being human, helping those in need any way you could. The house elves loved you, the professors adored you not only because you were that nice, sweet little girl, but because you were one of the smartest and hardworking students, much like your brother. Although you tend not to pull so many pranks- you were the mastermind behind them, and that was why you never served detention. It was pretty sneaky if you think about it.
   Something that had changed was your relationship status. You weren’t single anymore, even though no one else knew but the two of you. You were with him and you could never ask for more. You didn’t really like the whole ‘let’s pretend that we don’t even know each other’ thing that was going on but you did know why it was going on. You were jealous of all the happy couples that didn’t care about PDA when you couldn’t even hold your own boyfriend’s hand. You had to pretend that it didn’t hurt a tad when you saw him in the Great Hall sitting with his friends, away from you. You had to hold your tongue when Sirius was being bitter about him. You had to force yourself not to slap the hell out of your brother when he was always agreeing with Pads and Prongs about him when no one truly knew him. To be honest, you would never believe that your brother of all people would criticize someone just because he had heard something about him. You were mad and sad at the same time. Not to mention that every time that you had tried to go out on a date, they had just tagged along like you were a five-year-old. Especially Remus. He was a pain in the ass. And that little shit enjoyed ruining your dated because the boys you liked weren’t good enough as he told you every single time. The others would nod in agreement saying that you deserved more. Well, they weren’t wrong about that. You had found more.
   Before you could understand what happened, a pair of full, soft lips was on yours, gentle hands cupped your face, long eyelashes rested on your face. Your eyes fluttered shut and your hands flew to his soft, slightly tousled hair, fingertips getting lost. Reluctantly, he pulled away as you both caught your breaths.
    He was ravishing in the dim moonlight but his big, hazel eyes were teary. You grew worried and anxious.
“What’s wrong Reg? What happened?” you asked him while your eyes were searching his face for any sign of indignation or pain or anything, really. He just collapsed, letting you hold him tightly as you both sunk down, your back against the stone wall of the Astronomy Tower, his head in the crook of your neck.
“Just hold me. Hold me” he was whispering over and over again. Your heart broke. His mother. That bitch was tormenting both of her sons. You weren’t the one to call someone names but that poor excuse of a mother deserved it. Sirius had run away, which meant that Regulus was on his own. You couldn’t begin to imagine how hard must that be. Seeing him like that made you capable of murder. Her murder. He was so broken-he felt so empty and you could tell.
“Don’t leave me, angel, please” he murmured against your neck. You could feel the tears-his tears-on your skin. You held him tighter and closer; your hands tried to soothe his pain as they roamed his back and his arms making their way to his face. Your touch was light as a feather because you didn’t want to cause him any more pain or discomfort. You softly caressed his cheek with the back of your palm and your fingers went to his chin, slowly making him face you. You took his face in your hands and looked at him straight in the eyes.
“What did she do?” you simply yet fiercely asked him. You were kind and sweet but Merlin help the one who will get on your bad side. You would anything to protect your loved ones.
“She made me a monster”. His voice cracked and more tears left his beautiful eyes. It hurt your soul. Your eyebrows were furrowed, you were biting your lip and your eyes were almost teary as well. You had heard those words before. You knew them all too well. Your brother used to say them too often-he still did. But Walburga would never turn her child into a werewolf. Wait. No. Nononono.
   Gently, you took his arm in your hands and tugged the sleeve. You saw the hesitation in his eyes, you saw the pain, the remorse, the guilt and the fear. You saw how vulnerable he was. You knew that he hadn’t his brother’s self-esteem but you had never seen him like this.
    He rolled up his sleeve, purposefully slow just to reveal what you had already guessed. The Dark Mark was tattooed on his flesh, forever imprinted there as a constant reminder of all the things he hated but couldn’t run away from. You momentarily closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You wished to be able to turn back time and help him. He misinterpreted your brief silence for rejection, fear- maybe you were disgusted by him, he sure was. His heart broke but he could never judge you or not understand you.
“You are not a monster, Regulus” you told him, emphasizing each word. Your fingers were drawing patterns on his arm, forming words of comfort, shapes of tenderness. He was taken aback because he really believed that you wouldn’t forgive something like that. He couldn’t forgive himself for letting his parents convince him that it was right. He wasn’t convinced but threatened. It didn’t matter to them. He was just another Death Eater and he was absolutely sick of it. All of it.
“I love you” he confessed almost too scared, as his eyes found yours. He had never said those words before. He felt them, deeply, passionately, completely. You pressed a tender kiss to his forehead but moved your lips to his forearm and covered the mark with your lipstick.
“There. All set” you informed him as you tried to smile. It was too painful to last.
“I love you, Arc” you whispered. It was a habit of yours, to call him by his middle name when things got more intimate.
   You stayed there, wrapped in each other’s embraces all night long. You didn’t know that four boys had been spying on you using that preposterous map of theirs- and they had questions, but mostly accusations.


“Are you INSANE?”.
“What were you thinking?”.
“Of all people, you are with him?”.
“Hey, watch it. He is my brother”.
“But he is a Death Eater”.
“I was adopted”.
“But, yes. Of all people, him?”.
“No. No. And let me think, NO”
“How could you do this to us? To me? I am your brother!”.
“He is going to hurt you”.
“He is like his mother”.
“He is bad news, trouble”.
It had been like that all morning. You hadn’t gone to any of your classes because you were getting lectured and reprimanded by four boys. But enough was enough.
“SHUT UP. ALL OF YOU” you kind of yelled at them, your voice firm and cold. You couldn’t stand this parody. They were clearly bewildered and bamboozled. They did not expect you to raise your voice like that.
“Can’t you see? I love him” you admitted, looking at them as they were losing their coolness.
“But you deserve more, little Lupin. You are so sweet and he is so cold” James tried to talk you out of it but he didn’t know that you were together almost a year.
“Listen, you are my sister and I love you and I want nothing less than your happiness but he is not the person to give you what you need” your brother interrupted. You were growing sadder and sadder by the second. You couldn’t understand why they hated him so much.
“He is no good, little one. You know him, what? A week? I know him my whole life” Sirius added. He thought he was helping but he wasn’t.
“We’ve been together for over a year. And I am not letting you four, destroy that. I love him” you finally told them, leaving them speechless.
“He is a Death Eater, love” Sirius spoke in a small voice.  That was enough.
“Do you know how difficult it became for him when you ran away? Do you have any idea what your mother did to him? Do you know that he is broken? That, he was harming himself? That he tried to end… this? That he misses you like crazy? That he thinks he is a monster?” you fired back all those things you have been keeping quiet the past year. Sirius paled and Remus finally understood. He knew what it felt like to believe that you were a monster. Everyone seemed to get it, slowly but steadily. You wanted nothing more than to just hold Reg and kiss him and hug him, not caring one bit about what people think. He wasn’t evil, he was broken, misunderstood and pressured. All his life.
“Does he feel the same about you?” Remus asked carefully. He didn’t need an answer once he saw the look on your face. He smiled faintly. He couldn’t change that; as much as he didn’t like the idea of Regulus and you, he had to step back.
“How did you-you know?” James asked, or tried to. You smiled at the memory. It hadn’t been that easy. But it was the most wonderful thing.
“A story for another time” you answered casually but he rolled his eyes.
“Just… Just be good to him. Take care of him, please. He deserves that much” Sirius said in a small voice. Regulus was his brother and he loved him so much that hurt. But they had chosen different paths.
“I do?” a new voice questioned a bit puzzled. You quickly turned around to see a confused Regulus standing – a bit awkward – next to the door. Sirius was even paler than before.
You thought of the possibilities. Their bond meant everything to them and they needed time alone. You went over to him and kissed him lovingly, not giving a flying fuck about your friends’ reactions.
“We should leave them to it” you kindly said and the three stunned boys, moved, getting your message. Regulus looked at you, thankful for everything.
“You are my light, angel” he whispered, his voice thick from Merlin knows how many feelings. You smiled and left the room along with the other, leaving the Black brothers to finally talk like civilized people. And all you could do was wish for the best. 

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“It’s them, but it’s not them !” 2/2 -Bruce Wayne x Reader

@m-fairbank also asked the same thing, things happening on Batmom’s point of you, and also some of the batboys…and I kinda planned something like that anyway. So here’s a sequel for “It’s her but it’s not her”, and I hope you’ll like it (and hope the “mixed feelings” were still good ones ;-)) AGAIN felt like I could write something better, might re-write everything…I rushed a bit writing it cause I’m in L.A but I also wanted to write something and…I guess it’s this kind of time eh. 

Summary : Batman and his kids accidentally got send in an alternate dimension, and Batmom has the displeasure of realizing that her Bruce from this other world is…not hers at all. 

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

PART 1 !

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When your husband and kids came home with Diana and Clark, you didn’t think too much of it. It wasn’t unusual for your friends to come over to the bat cave and work, or even just chill. 

But when you went to kiss Bruce, and you felt him stiffen under your touch. When he didn’t kiss back, and even moved away, his head moving back and forth between you and Clark, stunned. When your sons stared at you with wide eyes and open mouthes…you realized something was wrong. 

-Wh…what is it ? 

Bruce didn’t say anything, he found he couldn’t say anything. The Hell just happened ? Clark’s wife just kissed him ! And…What was she doing in the bat cave anyway, at this hour ? 

Under your husband’s gaze, you felt uncomfortable for the first time in your life. Usually, he had the opposite effect on you, you were always so relaxed around him. Even during charity balls or such obligations you had as Waynes, when your introverted self felt awful, his mere presence calmed you down and helped you get threw the night. 

But right now, the way he was looking at you made you shiver. You didn’t recognize his usual look…In his eyes right now, there were no love, no relief to see you well and alive, no joy, no slight impatience to finally get to bed with you. Instead, there was confusion, embarrassment, and a slight touch of curiosity maybe ? 

And your children…None of them rushed to hug you first, or to tell you who’s ass they kicked this time. 

Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. 

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Cosmicguro’s (very old and very regret filled) Ereri Rec List

I’ve spent more time reading ereri fics than I have actually watching the show, here are my favorites.

It’s Fine  This one almost made me cry???? It’s not really even that sad I’m just lame. 

Isn’t that a cliché for you; the teacher falling in love with the student. I hated myself for it. I hated how I wasn’t just romantically attracted to him anymore, but physically as well. Mornings became awkward for me as I found myself having more cold showers than warm. Though I was ashamed to say sometimes I just didn’t even bother and gave in, imaging his breath on my face and his hand around me as I pumped myself under the sheets. 

1/1 Chapters, Mature rating. 10173 Words.

Wayward Wings Really cute and fluffy wing fic. 

As he straightened up, his wing jerked, and Eren stiffened as he felt it smack into something—or rather, someone.

“I’m so sorry!” he burst out, but as he whirled around, his wings gave another spasm and hit Corporal Levi in the face. Again. “Sorry!”

He held his wings stiff against his back, though he could feel them straining to move, as he stared at Corporal Levi.

Corporal Levi, whose face and hair were now half-covered in mud. Corporal Levi, whose expression hadn’t changed but who was more likely than not livid. Oh.

1/1 Chapters, Teen and up rating, 2963 Words

My Home Is Where Your Heart Is Smol Mikasa kills me

Single father Levi is left scrambling to find an after school daycare for his daughter, Mikasa, when his regular babysitter announces that her husband’s job is being relocated. The only problem - they’re all far more expensive than he can afford.

The solution to his dilemma comes in the form of a college student, Eren, who will do it for a fraction of the cost - as long as Levi will save him from a steady diet of ramen and pop-tarts by feeding him dinner every night before he leaves.

11/11 Chapters, Explicit rating,  14683 Words

Stay For As Long As You Have Time So fluffy and domestic, I love every bit of it. 

It was on these benches and paths that he spent most of his time, wandering around and letting the wind take him wherever he so chose. Mikasa had always scolded him for doing this; after all, she said, wandering around the school at night wasn’t the safest thing to do. But it was daytime when Eren first saw him, so she had no right to criticize.

1/1 Chapters, Explicit rating, 12730 Words

taking flight I’m always a slut for wing fics

“Touch his wings. I dare you.”

In which Levi has (really pretty) wings, Jean is an asshole and Eren can’t resist a dare. [Levi/Eren], wingfic AU.

1/1 Chapters, General rating,  1680 words

Overdose This one is really hot and the god like au is a nice change from what I usually read. 

Eren Jaeger was fucked. Ironically in both the figurative and literal sense.
On the one hand, there was the misfortune of having made a colossally stupid bet with one Jean Kirschtein involving the two of them racing to get laid ASAP. If he failed that, he would be figuratively fucked.
On the other hand, if he were to succeed in completing the bet, he would be well and truly fucked in the most literal sense of the word.

7/? Chapters, Explicit rating, 56399 Words

Here are my absolute favorites out of this list, they are some of the most amazing things I have ever read and they fucked me up emotionally. 

When I’m No Longer Young And Beautiful This one, this one right here. I have no idea what to say to describe just how amazing this fic is. The mental manipulation in it just fucks me up. 

Levi never wants Eren to grow up.

“Let’s see if I can make you pretty again.”

TW: Pedophilia and slight mental manipulation, and kinda yandere!levi

1/1 Chapters, Explicit Rating,  2323 Words.

time after time Cheesy pet shop au? Sign me the fuck up.

“Who tells someone they look like a cat?”

“No, I said the cat looked like you,” Eren corrects, looking back to the cat and ignoring Levi’s mounting confusion.

1/1 Chapters, Not rated, 5003 Words.

Art of war  Claps hands together This right here is so cute I almost died.

Noisy neighbors, nursling dinosaurs, satanic box cutters, shitty convenience store management, the word ‘fuck’, hereditary (but not really) homosexuality, beer and ramen, pennies, truckstops, strippers, closets, semi-public defacing, rings, house parties, “recreational” drug use, accidental rendezvous, toxic stew (don’t eat the stew), nice abs, housewives–batteries not included, over-educational movie sessions, copious domesticity, kittens named after landlords, a shit joke at participating locations, and many, many happy endings.
A modern AU in which Eren moves into the apartment directly above Levi’s.

11/11 Chapters, Explicit Rating, 52597 Words

King of Carrot Flowers Yassssssssssssss

It’s a Sunday. He’s washing his favorite mug and trying not to pay too much attention to the funeral that’s going on across the street.

(Levi lives across the street from a cemetery and Eren’s father has recently passed away.)

13/13 Chapters, Mature Rating, 23637 Words

1994 This is pretty famous in the fandom so you’ve probably heard of it, but it’s really good. 

Before cell phones. Before the Kardashians. Before internet porn. The year is 1994. Eren, Mikasa, and Armin, poor kids from the wrong side of the tracks, have been transferred with the rest of their neighborhood to the posh, uptown Trost High (Home of the Titans). Mikasa and Armin seem to fit in well enough, but Eren isn’t quite so lucky. Of course, most of this has to do with Eren’s personality. When he accepts a bet to lose his virginity (and actually prove that someone likes him) by the end of the semester, it’s hard for him to deny the improbability of winning. After all, the only one he seems to be talking to these days is the weirdly pretty (and just plain weird) goth working at the donut shop down the street… 

26/26 Chapters, Explicit, 124249 Words

half light I’m currently re-reading this one because it’s so amazing. 

He wouldn’t say that they’re friends, really. They’re not quite just acquaintances either; the more he thinks about it, Eren’s not sure how to describe their relationship. They sort of… tolerate each other, in different ways.

But yeah, the more he thinks about it (and he does think about it quite often), Eren thinks that he’d like for them to be friends.

(AU where Eren tries to figure out what you do when friendly feelings turn into something more.)

22/22 Chapters, Not Rated, 66199 Words.

Now here comes my all time favorite Ereri fic in the entire world

Disobey me This fic is so amazingly written, has a fantastic plot and portrays the characters so well. I am so happy I found this fic! If you read it tell her I sent you! :> 

After countless months of depression from the death of his mother, Eren had decided to start anew. First step was simple, go back to school. Now, normal students would followed the rules and went about their daily school lives in peace but Eren was no ordinary boy. Different than others, he is passionate, courageous, and disobedient, and his English teacher became well aware of that. But there is another side of him that no one, not even Eren himself, is aware of. Everyone has their secrets, and with each confession comes more answers as to what the hell his father did.

A story about a stubborn young adult, who has an impulsive drive for justice, that gets himself into more trouble than anyone could have ever imagined.

(That one fic that says it’s a High School AU and ends up having a ridiculous amount of other themes that eventually take over. Also, there is a lot of fluff.)

19/?  Chapters (On Going), Explicit Rating, 126155 words.

I can not stress how magnificent this is.

That’s it for my Ereri Fanfic Rec list. If any of the links do not work then please message me. 

His Precious Little Flower

My precious little flower

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Plot: Bucky is dating a girl who owns a flower shop but he hasn’t told any of his friends including Steve about her because he’s protective of her and doesn’t want them to scare her off because she’s shy. the team end up stalking him to see where he goes and they see him kissing her inside her shop.

A/n surprise I’m actually posting this a day before I was going to ! I hope you guys like it. My next fic is going to be a winter13 smut so look out for that

Originally posted by mylastlove-mylastsong

Bucky Barnes was in love, its as simple as that. The only problem was that he hasn’t told his friends about you. It wasn’t that he was ashamed of you, it’s just that he knows how his friends were and he didn’t want to scare you off. You were totally ok with the fact that Bucky hasn’t introduced you to his friends. From what you’ve seen on the news they were very confident and that intimidated the hell out of you.

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No Good Part 3 (Negan x Female)

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[READ PART 2 HERE]

Summary: In order to help a friend, she makes a deal with the devil.

Characters: Negan x Female

Word Count: 3,232

Warnings: Smut, Fluff, alcohol, pregnancy mention, choking, fingering, swearing, NSFW

Author’s Note: Thank you guys for all the support! I didn’t expect this series to take off like it did, and I hope this finale is worth it. I really struggled with coming up with a decent ending to this monster of a fic. It was hard, but I did my best. 

Please let me know what you thought! This fic has no beta reader, so I am very sorry for any errors you encounter. Enjoy!

Originally posted by onlylostmemoriesx

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He Knows

Simon x Reader

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Request: “hey would you be doing requests by any chance?? If so, would you please be able to write a Simon one based off the song ‘I Know What You Did Last Summer’ - Shawn Mendes ft. Camilla Cabello. So basically the reader has been on a holiday recently and Simon has a feeling/thinks she’s cheated & there’s tension, endings up to you. I love your writing so much!! Thank you xxxx”

Note: This did not turn out the way I expected it to at all. Whelp. You brought this upon yourselves lol. 2950 words. [master list]

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ADDICTED. {MAFIA & SOULMATE AU) PART 2

Series: When you’re born, you can’t see a color until you meet the eyes of your Soulmate for the first time. Bangtan is known as one of the most infamous gangs around. This series will focus on the lighter side of things, their soulmates- Well, maybe they’re lighter. Maybe.

Genre: Angst, Mafia!AU, Soulmate!AU, Fluff

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, violence, substance abuse, mature themes, strong language

Word count: 5,384

Summary: Suga, the Stealth and Weapons guy of Bangtan meets his Soulmate with a bang. He’d grown up believing in the idea of finding the person he was destined to be with and won’t let her get away. Even if she’s addicted, he’s determined to help her. He just wants to save his Blue girl.

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it had been a few months since you’d met Yoongi and the rest of Bangtan and you felt sheltered. You felt as though you were a child again who was locked in a home they were unable to explore or even go outside. Just simply forced to study. Yet again, you were back to where you had escaped from and it was scary. You hadn’t expressed your feelings to Yoongi about it and there really wasn’t a valid excuse as to why. He’d been there for you when you could be, not to say you didn’t do the same.

Almost every night Bangtan was involved in some shit and luckily you’d managed to stay out of it. However, when they got back and any of them were injured was where it got bad. In just the past month alone three of them had come back with assorted bullet wounds. They never went to the hospital as they had Jin, the medic back at home. He was a serious guy a good amount of the time, but sometimes he had a light hearted side towards the other boys but rarely towards you. Yoongi had mentioned once that Jin was weird about Soulmates, but you never really dug up why.

Your encounters with the rest of Bangtan started off monitored by Yoongi, but now you were ‘allowed’ to talk to them alone. Except for Jungkook. Your soulmate didn’t want you anywhere near the Maknae of the gang. The first time he’d taken you in front of them all to introduced you as Blue, he’d almost beat the shit out of the younger. He made some sly comment towards you and in a blur Yoongi had his hands around the other’s neck. RM was the one to break it up.

Four of the members had nicknames in the outside world. I didn’t ask why only them, but Yoongi had nonchalantly said that they were the most well known and with that wanted to be able to go out in public with their names, so they created an alias. There was RM, the leader. RM stood for Rap Monster (For some reason) and the other boys constantly made jokes about it. There was J-Hope and then there was V. Of course, you knew all of their real names, but you didn’t feel like it was truly right for you to use them.

You got along well with J-Hope. He spent a lot of time with you when he wasn’t with his Soulmate. He seemed the happiest of all of them, even though the only one who didn’t seem happy was Jin. He always had this- scowl.

V took time to sit with you when you were crashing and Yoongi wasn’t around. He almost felt like a younger brother to you by this point in you living with them. He was a bit of a creep sometimes with the random shit he said, but you vibed with him a lot. He’d talked to you about your past and completely understood it. He never talked about his own too much but you could only infer that he had some kind of past with drugs.

Now, the semester was ending and as finals came to a close, you could almost feel your mind breaking. All of the parties you knew you couldn’t attend since you were clean now, but also because you were trapped at the home now. Being at school for the last few days was suffering for you as everyone spoke to you. You’d almost shut yourself away from every one of your friends to attempt not to fall back into the life you were living.

Yoongi was normally always on time to get you from class, but he seemed to be running late today. None of your friends ever really questioned who picked you up, just figuring you had a boyfriend now or something and that’s also why you moved out. You’d fought the group of them so that you could wait alone, but one of the guys Jackson wouldn’t leave. He said that this was a late class and it was getting dark, so he didn’t want to leave you there alone.

“Are you sure I can’t drive you home?” he asked for probably the 20th time in the past half hour. You nodded. “I have a full tank, it’s really fine Y/N.” he sighed seeing you repeat the same response again. “Are you coming to my end of the year party? It’s at the house with all of the boys and everyone. And me, I’ll be there.”

“You know I can’t, Jacks. I stopped drinking and smoking and everything- I just need to focus on myself.” You sat on the curb and put your head in your hands that rested uptop your knees.

“Yeah, but that’s during the school year.” He sat next to you. “It’s Summer ba-” He stopped himself. He’d always had the habit of calling you baby girl, but so did Yoongi. Something set you off when your friend had tried calling you it once  Yoongi had begun so you’d asked him to stop. He asked if it was because you had a boyfriend now and you just shrugged. He was such a serious guy, but always so full of questions. “It’s Summer, Y/N. Party with us. It’s gonna be tomorrow night. Since your ride isn’t showing up you could just come over no-”

Almost in sync with Jackson taking your wrist, Yoongi’s black audi had pulled up blasting music. Within seconds he was out of the car and pulling you away from your friend. “Why the fuck are you here?” he yelled towards Jackson, throwing you towards the car only to stop yourself from colliding with it with your hands.

“I go to fucking school here. You’re with this jackass? Y/N, come on. Really? Suga?” Jackson could almost laugh. He attempted to make a movement towards me only to find Yoongi’s fist colliding with his face. He was on the ground, holding his cheek.

“What are you doing?!” you yelled. You’d never yelled at him before. Your blood was boiling from your slight anger and through his intense one.

“If any of you or GOT7 come near her ever again, I don’t give a fuck if you’re in the same fucking class, consider it an official declaration of war from Bangtan.” he spat in Jackson’s direction. “Let’s go, baby girl.”  He opened the passenger seat for you and hurried you inside. You watched Jackson through the window in complete awe as his figure disappeared into the distance.

“He’s in a gang?” you questioned, quickly putting on your seatbelt as Yoongi drove faster than normal. “He was my first friend here-”

“Wang is a fucking piece of shit.” he spat, his eyes focused on the road in front of him as he swerved through cars. “The one day I’m late… And you know why I’m late? Because of GOT fucking 7. Their prick of a leader was going through negotiations with Namjoon and I and basically holding us hostage. This was a fucking set up and I’m just wondering how he knew you were mine.”

You extended a hand to his hair and ran your fingers through it, smoothing it out. That always calmed him down when he was in pain. You trailed them down and began to trace his lips, causing his anger to momentarily subdue into a chuckle. “Maybe it’s because you take me and pick me up everyday, Yoongi. Maybe he recognized the car or spotted you.”

“That must be it. You’re so smart, baby, so smart.” the corners of his mouth perked up as he came to a stop in front of a red light. He put the car in park and leaned over the console to kiss you hungrily. “I wish your fucking school was closer to the house.” He said in between kisses. “I just want to- fuck.” He pulled away and put the car back into drive as the light changed.


Surrounding the entire Bangtan home was a gate which a woman was monitoring. You’d met her a few times and been absolutely delighted by her presence, but knew she had more important things going on. She was Hoseok’s Soulmate and she was as bright as him. Yoongi simply waved and they gate open, tightly clicking closed once we were through. The driveway of the home was littered with expensive cars, trucks, and even a few motorcycles. It was amazing how they were even able to get any of these out from how cluttered it was.

Yoongi was calmed now, but the second the two of you were in the door and faced with Namjoon he heated up again. “I’m not mad, just tell me why Jaebum has called me three times.” The leader’s voice was calm, as always. You began to walk around them, but before you could get two steps away Yoongi grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers together.

“Jackson was at Blue’s fucking school. He was there with her when I got there. Remember how I wrote to you during the meeting that there had to be some motive behind the length? That was it.”

“And?” Namjoon lingered on the end of the word. Yoongi’s lips looked locked as his hand tensed around yours. There was no way he was speaking.

“Suga hit him. In the face.” Your own words surprised you but it was clear you weren’t leaving without them. Yoongi just shrugged.

“Are you joking? Oh, c’mon. We just got on good terms with GOT7 after Kook took one of their girls.” The two of them chuckled within this serious moment then when back to normal. “Just go and apologize to Wang. We need to be on good terms with them.” Namjoon turned away and Yoongi lightly mimicked his speech.  “Hey! I heard that.” his feet stopped and he whipped his head back towards us with his phone glued to his ear. “And you threatened him too? Ahh, I feel like a father. Just fix it, Suga. I’m not taking this lightly.”

The two of you walked back to your room and upon the door closing, he almost tackled you to the bed. He was covering your face in kisses with an attitude you preferred over the angrier one. “Hey, I have a question.” you started and he hovered above you for a moment to nod then went back down. Now, he was lightly sucking on your neck and you couldn’t help except to giggle. “Can I call you my boyfriend?” you expected a stop, but he continued like you hadn’t even spoke. There was no response for a minute and you just sighed.

He pulled away and licked his lips while staring into your pools of blue. “Haven’t you been already? Y/N, I call you my girlfriend if someone asks.” Yoongi rolled off of you and landed to your right, huffing away.

“Yeah?” you felt a tingle in your chest and turned on your side to look at his hair. The roots were growing in now and the blonde was pale. “Can we dye your hair? We. Me. You?” you were flustering yourself as you watched his smile grow. You couldn’t help but jumble your words when he smiled. It was just so damn enticing.

“Yeah, yeah. I was thinking black.” He snaked his arm underneath you and pulled you tight into him. “Is that cool baby?”

“Bangtan’s bad boy takes back his normal hair color.” you teased him. He couldn’t help but kiss your nose as a response.

He liked this personality on you. The carefree lax one. For the first but you were more reserved and didn’t respond well sometimes. However, he never got frustrated with it. With the random sickness and the fits of needing to fuel yourself with everything you once had. He’d held you for nights on end and watched you for hours to make sure you were okay. He just wanted to make sure you were okay and ready to live a new life. A new life with him.

You could almost fall asleep in that moment until you heard a loud banging. “Hey, dickhead!” it was Taehyung’s voice, “Joonie says we gotta go now!” The leader despite being across the house was still loud enough for you to hear him tell the younger to knock it off and hurry up causing you all to laugh. His footsteps scurried off as your boyfriend untangled you from himself.

“See ya.” his kissed your cheek and ran out quickly. As soon as the door was shut you couldn’t help but push your face into a pillow and scream. It wasn’t too loud, but it was what you needed in the moment. A moment of happiness sort of. You stood up and stretched your body. Seeing as you were alone now you changed into a pair of shorts and a large black shirt that you figured was probably his.

As you stepped into the hallway, you really had no idea who was being loud in the kitchen currently. Pans were clanging against each other along with an assortment of “fuck” and other swear words. “Do you need help-” you began before spotting Jungkook and his black eye from whatever fight they’d gotten into last night. You hadn’t really been alone with him. Nobody really wanted you to, but he didn’t seem as threatening as always as you watching him struggle to pick a pot.

“Everyone else is gone right now, even her and them and- I wanted to be nice and make all of them food since I fucked up the raid last night and got the least brutal bits of it.” he pushed his hair back and sighed before letting a light hearted smile onto his face. “Are you even allowed to speak to me? Blue, was it?”

“You know my name.” you whispered back, a bit annoyed at him. “I can help you if you’re not- creepy like always.” he nodded. “Promise?” Another nod.  It was crazy how this guy knew so much about the world, but so little about the basic things. You weren’t quite sure of how much time the two of you had to cook, but you knew they’d definitely be hungry when they got back. Boy, could Bangtan eat.

You ended up making a spaghetti and chicken parmesan with mixed vegetables. Jungkook boiled the water and if you asked for help he claimed he was studying what you were doing for “next time”. While you were cooking you began to believe that him being loud was a ploy to lure out the only other person home to cook for him. He even pretended he had another agenda, but you didn’t really mind cooking. You never got too much of a chance unless you were alone. It was ironic because you did most of the grocery shopping with whoever was available.

About an hour and a half after you’d begun cooking, the boys had returned home. Well, everyone but Hoseok and his girl, so you figured they didn’t leave together. Everyone was untouched except for your boyfriend who only was wearing half a jacket and was pissed off. “Suga, you’re lucky all they did was burn it! Wang is an angry dude, you know? Coulda killed you and Blue over there.” Jimin teased and Yoongi tossed the burned fabric on the younger’s head.

“Ahh, did you make dinner?” he made his way over to you and wrapped his arms around you from the back. “With the brat? Extraordinary.” his voice was full of sarcasm and you could almost hear his eye roll from behind you which everyone greeted with a laugh. “Mmm, it looks so good.” he whispered into your ear and for some reason it made you feel happy. Being surrounded by your soulmate and his closest friends in this moment was making you happy.

The seven of you ate and it was almost weird the way they acted. They’d probably just come from something with GOT7 but not a single one of them mentioned it. They just acted normal and talked about their lives. At this dinner you’d found out everyone had met their soulmate except for Jimin at this point. It was almost alarming how easily he was taking the late bloomer jokes being made about him.

“See! This is the same thing with the height! Suga is only a little bit taller than me and he only met her a little bit before me-” Jimin began to argue

“It could still be years, Jiminie.” Jungkook teased him, hysterical laughing at the antics.

“Only a little bit before me!” his voice was raised as he repeated himself, “You guys constantly tease me for things Suga has like point one more than me in!” At this point everyone was hysterical and almost choking from Jimin’s rant. “Stop bullying me because it’s fun!”

Everyone basically waved him off as one by one they rose from the table to go to sleep or do whatever they had to do. In Jungkook’s case it was to go find some girl to take home for the night and Namjoon said he had to go take care of things before running out. You were in the dark on that one, but you didn’t want to pry there. Once everyone except for Yoongi and yourself were gone from the table, you stood up to start cleaning. Jin normally did it, but since you cooked tonight you offered.

“I’m gonna put some food away for Hoseok and them, okay?” Yoongi nodded and smiled at your sincerity. You packed it up and put it into the loaded fridge. They liked to keep themselves stocked despite only two of them really ever cooking.

“I have a question.” Yoongi began and it was almost funny how he was lowkey making fun of you from earlier. You nodded just as he and you began to collect the dishes from the table. “Do you miss your old life?” You choked on thin air as you slowly walked to the sink to stop yourself from dropping everything. “Do you resent me?” His voice was a bit smaller which made you a bit uncomfortable.

“No- I fell into a life due to my choices and I was stuck in a rut. I never want to get back to that level again.” You didn’t turn to face him and instead began to start the dishes. “Like, yeah. Sometimes I wish I could get drunk for a night or high or even do something else-” you heard a noise come from his throat as if he was forcing the words he wanted to say away. Which he probably was. He was definitely holding his sharp tongue. “But I don’t trust myself at this point in time with those things. Maybe one day again, but not today.”

Yoongi was suddenly next to you and taking the clean plates from the side of the sink to dry them and put them away. “That’s nice to hear.” he kissed your temple and quickly got back to work. “Was it Jackson and them who got you onto that shit?”

“No, not necessarily. The parties probably didn’t help, but it wasn’t them. Don’t try to find another reason to start a fight after you just apologized, Suga.”

“Oh, I hate it when you call me that. It feels so wrong, baby.” You simply shrugged and laughed at his little quirk. You’d always have to call him it when you weren’t behind confined doors despite the rest of Bangtan switching between names. He said that one day you’d be able to call him Yoongi at home, but right now you needed practice for public. He said it was more suffering for him more than you.

As you two finished back and headed to the room, another thought crossed your mind once you were getting changed for bed. “Hey, do the other boys know my name? Like not Blue- my name.”

“No, not yet.” he responded instantly while tugging his shirt off to reveal his defined chest. He could read your face from a mile away as he slipped out of his jeans and crashed onto the bed. “I’m not sure when I’m gonna tell them. It’s not gonna be a secret forever. Probably soon.”

“You keep contradicting yourself, Yoongi.” you sighed as you got changed into a silk pajama shorts set he had bought you. He slept almost naked while you almost always slept in something nice. He insisted upon it just in case something was to happen, but you weren’t quite too sure what that could be with a base as secretive and secure as Bangtan’s.

“I don’t mean to baby. It’s just I have a lot on my mind.” he took you into his arms almost the moment you were next to him. He loved to hold you and just take in your scent for a moment. A good amount of the time Yoongi could be sexual, but he hadn’t pushed you anywhere you wanted to go. However, you liked the moments like these better where you could hear his heartbeat and his light breathing. Then when the breathing would get a bit louder with little snores you couldn’t help except to giggle to yourself. He always almost collapsed atop of you when he passed out but then kept you tangled within him so he could almost assure you were there.


Normally there was no wakeup call, but today you were met with loud yelling. The second it began Yoongi and yourself jolted up. He tossed on a shirt and almost jumped into jeans and slipped on his sneakers then he ran full speed out of the room. It took you a moment to register the yelling, but you quickly followed. It was tough to keep up with him but you were right on his heels as he ran out to the front of the house.

“Oh come on.” Yoongi screamed as he held the door for you before jetting over to the rest of Bangtan who were stood by the gate. “Why the fuck are you all here?!”

You stood a bit behind the boys, but you could clearly see GOT7 on the other side of the gate. As you went to turn around, BamBam with his stupid good eyesight was quick to spot you. “Hey, Y/N!” he yelled and even from behind you could feel Yoongi getting angrier. “I thought Jackson was lying when he said you were with Bangtan. Ya’ know, we’re best pals with ‘em!” You made a sour face and sighed, instinctively sitting onto the ground.

“We’re not here to start any trouble, RM.” Jaebum was calm as always as he put a hand for a shake through the gate. “We just wanted to extend a hand,” he chuckled at the irony as RM shook it to be kind. “For all of you to come to our party tonight. As two of the youngest gangs, it’s only right since we’re on good terms. No other people involved in the mafia will be there. Just a bunch of college kids to celebrate a few of our boys graduating!” his voice was so sincere but seeing them all reminded you a lot of old times.

“Why did you have to show up here to invite us?” Jin snapped.

“Sincerity.” Jaebum smiled.

“Who gave you the address?” RM didn’t seem too angry, just annoyed.

“Ahh, I don’t wanna make you guys fight right before the big party, you know? It’s not too big of a deal, you know where our home is.”  Mark cut in. He always had this smile that made him seem like the baby despite being the older. “So, Y/N? Are you coming? You haven’t been around a lot.”

All fourteen pairs of eyes were on you and instead of a response you just rolled onto the ground as a dog would. “No, I’m busy.” you spoke once you decided to sit up. You were just in awe that this was happening to you at this point and frankly a bit annoyed that they went to this extent. You were friends throughout school and they most definitely didn’t help you when you had a problem. They basically encouraged it even more, but you weren’t about to ever disclose that information.

You watched as Jackson opened his mouth to say something, but Jaebum who you guessed was the leader cut him off. “Alright, sorry for being an inconvenience.” he was smiling now, “See you later, Y/N.” The seven of them waved and Bangtan stood outside to watch until they were off of the property.

“Y/N’s a cute name, Suga. I don’t know why you couldn’t just tell us that.” J-Hope smiled as he extended a hand to help you up. You took it with a sigh and wiped the bits of gravel off of yourself.

“I know it’s a cute name.” Yoongi almost snapped as we went to walk inside.

“They’re literally doing this to tease you, dude.” V spoke so casually and was trying to contain his laughter about it. “We’re on good terms with them, they’re not trying to fuck it up they’re just trying to annoy you that they’ve known her for longer. Y/N. Is it cool if I call you that?” You nodded.

“That’s literally the only reason.” Jimin agreed.

“Literally, shut the fuck up.” Yoongi spat and rolled his eyes, grabbing your arm to follow him to calm him down. You slid your hand into his and began to rub circles with your thumb on his hand.

“Hey, chill.” Was all you could start with once you slammed the bedroom door behind the two of you. Currently he was pacing in circles around the room as you started to get dressed. “You- You can’t let something this trivial like me get to you.”

“That’s the thing, Y/N. You’re not trivial and you’ll never be something low on my list. You’re top tier and then everything else. This just fucks it up. They like to have us on their side because we can kick their asses, but they’re just fucking with me. You just… you’re taking over my mind. All I wanna do nowadays is hold you in my arms and even run away sometimes. You’re fucking with my mind. It was always Bangtan. Bangtan. Bangtan. Now I just see you and your gorgeous smile waiting for me when I come back home.”

You couldn’t help except to blush as you stood pulling a dress over your head. You held it over your face for a few moments to hope the red would die down, but you knew it hadn’t. You pulled the black fabric over your frame only to find Yoongi sitting on the bed with his face in his hands.

“Hey.” you walked over and stood in front of him, gripping his bigger hands with your own. “It’s not a bad thing to care about someone like that. I care about you like that, Yoongi. I care the way you do too.” You could feel your heart almost swell up and you wondered if he felt it too. Normally your emotions were tied together, so you didn’t see why this time was any different.

“I get that, but when I’m out with 500 pounds of coke or in a room with 30 armed guys alone, I can’t be sucking my thumbs thinkin’ “Gee, I wonder what Y/N is gonna wear tonight when I take her out” or “I wonder if she’s asleep yet”. That fucks me up. It could get me killed, you know.”

You could feel bits of pettiness wanting to come out, but you knew he could get angry. Everyone knew of the infamous Suga’s anger and you didn’t wanted to provoke. Except, you may have by accident as you whispered. “I can just leave if I’m an inconvenience.”

“In what fuckin’ world would I want you to leave?” he snapped. You tensed up and he pulled you onto his lap into an awkward position. So you adjusted yourself by wrapping your legs around him. “Don’t think like that, I just gotta figure out a way to get these thoughts outta my head. My brothers and I- Bangtan, we’re in this for a reason. Not just cause we like money- Namjoon’s got a girl. She needs us to do this and I’d like to think that they’d do the same thing if you needed help. If you were hurting my brothers would take care of you. It just sucks that all I wanna do is get you away from this. My soulmate is this baby girl and I’m so fucking in love with her.”

You were at a loss for words as he carried on and involuntarily began to cry. He lifted a hand off of yours and began to swipe the tears away. Yoongi placed a soft kiss on your lips, he knew you preferred those to the hungry ones he normally attacked you with. You looked up into his beautiful brown eyes and studied them for a moment. This man was the man. The one who’s always be there for you and wanted so badly to keep you safe.

“I love you too.” your voice was small as you sniffled and he couldn’t help but laugh at the mess you were turning into above him. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” you repeated it and his chuckles got a bit deeper. “Thank you for saving me.”

“Don’t thank me, baby. It’s my job right? Like it’s yours to take care of me too. Everything you do doesn’t go unnoticed, you know that? I appreciate everything you do for me no matter how miniscule it is. Everything you do… Everything is exponential and extraordinary and I’m so proud of you for putting your past behind you to focus the way you do. It’s almost crazy to me to find someone else to care about. I’ve never cared about you the way I do and you know how big my heart is.” Sarcasm.

“Obviously.” you joked back and lightly hit at his chest. You held your hand there for a moment and took a fistful of his shirt into your hand. You pulled him in for a kiss and he moved on of his hands to the back of your head to deepen it. The two of you pulled away with shy smiles and you placed your forehead atop his. “Now, Yoongi. What do you say? Let’s go out on a date or something?”

“Is this a demand?” he cocked an eyebrow towards you.

“Yeah. It is.”

“What a surprise. I kinda like that. It’s a bit hot.” his voice deepened for a moment before he cleared his throat and lifted you onto the ground. “I’m just- uh- gonna go to the bathroom and then we can get out of here?”

You smiled and sat back onto the bed, rolling over to where you slept. “Wake me up when you’re done.”

“Or maybe I’ll just watch you sleep.” You closed your eyes with his words and couldn’t help except to smile to yourself as he tiptoed out and shut the door behind him.

There was no use in saying you could get used to this at this point because you were there. You were here with him and he was here to make you happy. He didn’t coddle you or even make you feel used in a sense. Min Yoongi the gang member was here to keep a smile on your face while his fist was on someone else’s. And that was something you could handle. Destiny had given you the challenge of him after he fixed he well enough to prepare you for it.

Fate had this weird way of working that when you were at your lowest, you met him. Even if it started off in a bad way, he’d taken you out of the shits and into this other life that could probably end with you dead. But, hey. That’s what you do for family and the people you love.



Author’s Note! Thank you for all of the positive feedback about Addicted! For now, this is the last part. I’m not too sure if I’ll come back here to this particular story in the future, so I left it on a note where everyone can be somewhat satisfied with the ending. Knowing me I probably will lmao im yoongi trash

So, as you may have realized the Mafia Soulmate AU will be a series and each boy will get their own parts! I wrote this particular one super quick because I had this insane muse, but I can’t really give a definite time each of the boys parts will come out. Just know they’re coming!

Anyways, thank you so much everyone!

Hoseok’s installment!

Taehyung’s installmen!

BROKEN PART TWO: http://imaginingbucky.tumblr.com/post/160774269479/broken-part-one

BROKEN PART THREE:

“So, how does that feel?”

You couldn’t help but moan a little at the sensation. Steve’s hands were like magic.

“You’re really tense in your shoulders.” He said as he continued giving you a massage.

“That’s what having three kids does to you.” You joked.

The relationship that you had with Steve was a good one. It all started when you met him for coffee that Monday four months ago. He had been sweet and humorous the entire time. Sparks flew and now you found yourself with him romantically.

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Original #11: I Know What Happened To Mike O’ Brien

Length: Long

TRIGGER WARNING: SUICIDE

I’m a midnight listener. There are many of us around the world, but as far as I’m aware of, I’m the only one on my campus.  During the day, I’m your ordinary college student. But at night, more specifically during the hours of midnight to 2am, I’m the school’s midnight listener. What I do is simple. I listen.

During those hours, students come into my “office” – an old storage room in the top floor of my dormitory. They sit infront of a large black curtain that separates me and the student. That way, they can’t see me, and neither can I see them. That’s why students like to come to me instead of the school counsellors. They enjoy the anonymity, the privacy of being able to speak their mind about their worries and troubles without judgment or repercussions. So they lock the door, sit infront of the curtain, and then they speak. What they say is entirely up to them. Most of my sessions revolve around people talking about their family, relationship, and academic problems. Some speak about their mental illnesses and how they’re coping. Some tell me secrets they’re too ashamed to speak publicly of.

I’ve been running my sessions for a while now. I’ve heard from many different people. Usually I listen, and then I forget. It’s my coping technique for not empathising too strongly. However, there have been a couple of instances that particularly piqued my interest. This is one of them.

This is the story of Mike O’Brien, a senior in my college.

A month ago, Mike vanished. At first, nobody batted an eyelid. This was college after all and people were bound to go AWOL for a while. But when all calls and messages to Mike went unanswered, people started panicking. The school was notified, who called Mike’s parents, who called the police. Statements were taken and posters were printed. Search parties were organised, but none were successful.

A week later, the police received an anonymous phone call about Mike’s return to his dormitory. The caller was unable to provide any concrete proof. The call was subsequently treated as a prank, and was ignored. That same night, at around 4AM, the police received a second call about Mike. This time, it was from the school’s residence office. The student living next to Mike’s room had called up the office and complained about loud and repeated thumping noises coming from Mike’s room. Half an hour later, the office sent someone up with a key, and Mike’s body was subsequently discovered. He was hanging from the makeshift pull-up bar in his room.

According to the office staff, Mike’s body was swaying from the rope, even though there was no breeze in the room. His feet made loud, steady thumping noises as they hit against the wall. The swaying promptly stopped right after Mike was discovered.

A review of the CCTV footage showed Mike stumbling back to his room. His body movements were consistent with that of a drunk. Nothing was amiss, except the fact that Mike was walking with a pronounced limp. Mike never had a limp at any point in his life. The coroners were unable to explain this, however. Mike’s death was subsequently ruled as a suicide, although his one-week disappearance remained unexplained.

Now up until this point, I’d no personal interest at all in Mike’s case. It was shocking, sure, but I didn’t know the guy personally. So I didn’t care. But that all changed the night Ryan came to speak with me.

It was a couple of nights after Mike’s body was found. I’d just settled down in my office when I heard the door squeak open. I couldn’t see the door from my seat, but could make out a shadow drifting across the room before plopping loudly onto the chair across the curtain.

“Midnight listener here. How may I address you?” I called out.

Silence, and then an uncertain chuckle.

“You don’t have to use your real name if you don’t want to,” I continued.

The silence continued, before a reply: “Ryan, I guess.”

“Hey, Ryan. Whenever you’re ready.”

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