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Natural - Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Title: Natural

Pairing: Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Imagine Bill seeing you interact with little Jackson on set and realizing he wants to have kids with you.

A/N: (Y/s/n) = Your Superhero Name, Y’all little Georgie is everything! And I’m not the one to easily find kids adorable or say I’d want a kid like that but oh dear!

“Are you sure you’ll be alright?” Bill asked with an adorable frown as he looked down at you and you chuckled, rolling your eyes.

“Bill you don’t have to worry about me, I already have an amazing company!” you grinned, turning to look at Jackson who was barely able to hold all of the comics in his small hands.

“You two will get along perfectly fine.” he breathed out with a small chuckle and you giggled after looking at your small fan and then back at your boyfriend.

“We already are.” you winked “Come on now, go be a big scary clown and don’t get all messy with the blood, children are not like eating chicken and you know it. Bones are bigger and there usually is a whole lot more blood, cause you practically eat them alive and yeah.” you leaned in and pecked his lips as he laughed at you.

“You’re so weird.” he made a funny face but still looked at you with adoration.

“But that’s why you love me.” you breathed out, your hands resting on his chest “And if you need any tips on red lipstick I am always here, baby.” you winked with a giggle and he chuckled.

“You are… amazing.” he breathed out, cupping your face before fully kissing you on the lips.

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sun’s out, fun’s out

Summary: the Barnes family spend the day at the beach || FLUFF || bucky x reader

Warnings: none, just cuteness

Notes: inspired by @retroasgardian trying to kill me with cute headcanons; here we have Bucky with three kids - Samuel Grant (who goes by Grant), Anna Margaret, and little Rebecca Natalia.

I might make a dad!bucky series idk, who would want that?


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Webs || Peter Parker Imagine

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1,331 words

Request from @bbparker : Hey could you please do an imagine with Peter Parker where your cat (or your dog aha) runs away and you’re upset over it but Spider-Man brings it back (because you’re obvs friends with Peter) for you and the whole cheesy Spider-Man kiss happens? Thanks very much! :) (Also my @ is BBParker but my tumbles being a bitch aha so could you pls tag?)

No spoilers, fam. I didn’t edit it I’m sorry

Originally posted by fyeahmarvel

Y/N strolled through her neighborhood with her new dog on his leash. As an early birthday gift, her family got her a new dog. She hadn’t decided on a name for the dog, but she thought it would be nice to take the pooch on his first walk around the neighborhood. The dog had been pulling on the leash hard for a while, but Y/N just thought he was excited. The dog suddenly got out of his collar and starting bolting down the street.

“Come back!” She shouted, running after the small creature, but he was too fast for her. Y/N stopped, resting against a lamp post while trying to regain her breath as she watched the dog flee from her sight. “Come back,” she whispered breathlessly, hoping the dog would miraculously stop, and run back to her.

Y/N slumped her shoulders, tears starting to build up in her eyes. She dragged her body back to her house. She saw her front door quickly approaching. What would she tell her family,she thought. Yeah, the new dog you just got me escaped from the collar cause it wasn’t tight enough, and ran away.

She opened the door solemnly and rushed to her room trying to avoid any confrontation. She jumped onto her bed, putting her head in her hands. The poor dog was probably all scared and alone. She looked up at the ceiling, trying to stop her tears. Y/N grabbed her phone from her pocket, wanting to vent to her best friend, Peter.

Y/N has had a crush on Peter since as long as she’s known him. She always thought that he was such a great person, who deserved the entire world. When he told her about the Stark Internship and going to Germany to fight Captain America as the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man she was shocked. She wouldn’t have ever thought that the man, or as she realized boy, swinging around the city was her best friend.

Peter also had a crush on her, he just never voiced his thoughts. If she didn’t like him once he told her, that would’ve ruined there entire friendship. Peter would rather have her as a friend than not have her at all. Telling her that he was Spider-Man was the first step to confessing his feelings because that meant he trusted her enough. One day he was going to tell her how he felt, one day. 

Hey Pete. She typed quickly on her phone.

Hola, Y/N. What’s up?

Y/N sighed, thank god he wasn’t busy.

Can I call you? She texted back, biting her lip. He didn’t reply, instead his contact name appeared on her screen with a green and red button. She pressed the green one, letting out a sigh. She press her phone to her ear.

“Y/N, is everything alright?” He asked in a worried tone. She heard shuffling through the phone.

“I lost my dog.” She sniffled, trying to sound somewhat normal. The shuffling in the background stopped, “You don’t have a dog.” He said slowly, not wanting to provoke his friend in any way.

“I just got him today as an early birthday gift. Look, I’ll text you a picture of him. If you see him while your fighting crime, can you like, get him. I don’t know what to do.” She said sadly, shaking her head.

“Of course,” he replied but paused, causing more shuffling, “Look, I gotta go.The whole superhero thing. I’ll talk to you later alright?” He stated, his voice now slightly muffled. Y/N raised an eyebrow but ignored the situation. “Alright, bye.” Peter ended the call, not replying.

It had been an hour since her dog escaped her grasp. She decided to go out looking for him again, hopping for the best.It was starting to get dark outside but Y/N wanted to make sure that the poor animal was okay. So she put her shoes back on and grabbed the leash, with the collar still attached, leaving the house.

She looked around a few blocks but sadly, came up empty handed. Y/N was ready to give up when she heard barking coming from the alleyway. “Just my luck, the scariest alley on the block.” She mumbled to herself, walking into the dark abyss.

“Hey, puppy, where are you?” Y/N said softly as if she was talking to a baby. She heard barking coming from above her. The dog was on the fire escape to one of the buildings. “What the fu-” Before she could answer,she heard footsteps behind her. Terrified, she slowly turned around.

Y/N was met with the red and blue tights of Spider-Man. The man stood, waving a hand towards her, “Hey, Y/N.” He said slightly confused.

“Oh thank god,” She said letting out a breath she didn’t know she was holding while placing her hand on her chest, “I thought it was someone that was going to kill me.” She let out a nervous chuckle.

“Are you still out here, looking for your dog?” He asked crossing his arms. Y/N brought a hand up to scratch the back of her neck.

“I found him actually. But he somehow managed to get stuck on the fire escape.” She stated, pointing to the adorable dog above her.

“Well,” Peter started dramatically, “I think I can help.” He cockily said, shooting his webs toward the dog’s direction. Spider-Man was hanging from his webs from a staircase that was above the dog. He spun himself upside down, now facing the panting dog. “Hey there little buddy.” He said, grabbing the dog with one hand, holding the web with the other.

He slide down the web, right in front of Y/N, handing her the dog. She grabbed the dog, “Awe, you’re okay.” She said, petting the dog, putting him down. She took the leash that she was holding, now putting it on the dog securely.Y/N stood up, holding the leash tightly in one hand, giving him a slight closed lip smile. She reached her hands up, right under the opening of his mask. She pulled it down, just under his nose. It’s now or never. She thought to herself

She leaned in, closing her eyes. Peter closed his eyes as well, not knowing what else to do. She put one hand on his masked cheek. She placed her lips upon his, in a short yet sweet passionate kiss. Y/N pulled away, opening her eyes slowly, with a smile on her face. “Thank you Peter.” Y/N beamed, walking out of the alley with her dog beside her.

Peter stayed where he was on his webs, unable to move from what just happened. He jumped down from his position, standing on the ground with his jaw slacked. He then smiled widely, pulling his mask down and swinging away.

Y/N slammed her from door shut, taking the leash off of the dog. She was so happy that she had found the dog and even happier that she saw Spider-Man. Kissed him even. She smiled, running to her room, giggling. 

A few weeks later, Peter decided to ask her out. She obviously said yes. The two where hanging out at Y/N house in her room. They heard footsteps coming towards her room, which turned out to be her dog. The dog walked up to Peter sniffing him, before starting to lick the teenage boy. The act made Peter laugh and pet the dog’s soft head.

“What did you name him?” Peter asked, turning to Y/N while still petting the dog. Y/N chuckled, “Umm, I named him Webs.”

His eyes widened, with a small smile evident on his face, “You didn’t.”

“I had to,” She said shrugging your shoulders, “You’re his savior after all.”

Request: Sharp Objects

Request: HI I love your fics!! could you do a deanxreader where dean broke his right hand on a hunt and can’t shave himself so the reader, with hidden feelings for dean, does it for him with lots of fluff please

Word Count: 1,270

Thank you<3

“Ouch! Jesus Christ, that’s a bitch.” The muffled cursing comes from behind the bathroom door, then followed by the clinking sound of something falling into the ceramic sink, and finally a, “Son of a bitch!”

Despite the laundry pile you’re carrying, you swerve across towards the door and knock a couple of times with your free hand, “Dean? Everything alright in there?”

There’s a moment of silence, and then a short reply, “Fine.”

He’s obviously frustrated – a tone you’ve quickly become accustomed to hearing after dragging him home from the hospital a few days ago. He’d landed badly after being catapulted across the room by an overzealous ghost and broken a hand, whereas Sam had gotten off with a concussion and you’d somehow managed to slip away injury-free – which had inevitably resulted in you skivvying around to cater to their every whim.

While Sam had managed to get over himself somewhat and take it easy while the hellish egg on his head goes down, Dean has been trying to do everything as normal. He hates being laid up like this, and trying to get everything done for himself has just resulted in more hurt and hindrance than help.

You still linger outside the door for a few moments, “Can I help at all?”

He hesitates, and for a long moment you wonder if he’s actually going to accept, “I could use a clean towel.”

“Got one here. Mind opening the door?” You ask, after trying to get in and finding the door locked. Again, a hesitation, but then the door opens, Dean fumbling with his good hand for a few moments to get it undone.

You pride yourself on being able to keep a poker face. Sometimes giving the enemy no indication of your emotions could mean the difference between life and death – sometimes it’s imperative that a victim doesn’t know what you’re thinking. But this time, when it’s important that you don’t make a sound so Dean doesn’t slam the door in your face, you just can’t seem to freaking manage it.

“I know, alright?” He huffs as you sidle into the bathroom and begin draping the towels from the pile over the towel rack, trying desperately not to laugh. It’s not your fault – he’s covered in shaving cream – it’s smudged over his nose and there are even splatters in his eyebrows. It’s all white, apart from a trail of crimson blood slipping down the side of his face.

“You can’t shave left-handed?” You guess, taking note of the razor left in the sink and the cast immobilising his right hand. He sighs wearily, and then nods.

“Nope. I’ve never had to try before, and I was starting to look even more homeless than Sam.” He complains, taking a towel from you when you offer one to him.

“Dean, for crying out loud, you shattered your hand. I think you’re allowed to look homeless for a little while.” You reassure him, balancing the rest of the laundry – mostly jeans and a handful of flannels – on the countertop, “If you really want it sorted, I’ll do it for you.”

As soon as the offer has left your mouth, you regret it – the very idea of managing to get so close to him without blushing like a five year old, or completely losing your breath… impossible. And yet, he nods, smiling ruefully.

“Would you mind? I just… can’t.” He shrugs, and you smile back, nodding and shooing him off towards the closed toilet seat.

“Go on then, sit down.” You instruct, picking up the razor and running the warm tap to clear it off. You let the tap run for a little while, filling the basin, and then approach Dean carefully, “You have to promise to stay still. Usually when I’m so close to someone with something this sharp it doesn’t end very well for them.”

He laughs, leaning back with the force of it, “That’s not encouraging, Y/N.”

“I said I’d do it. I never said I’d do it well.” You remind him with a smile – humour: humour is how you get through this without making a complete idiot of yourself.

“Much appreciated, beautiful.” He winks, and it’s all you can do to force out a snort and place your fingers beneath his chin to tilt his head up a little.

“Mm, whatever you say,” Sometimes it’s difficult not to take his words too seriously, and you have to remind yourself that Dean Winchester can and will flirt with anything that moves – you’re not special to him beyond being good friends and hunting buddies.

“Well, the closer you get, the more I’m thinking it.” He mumbles, remaining still as stone as you skin the razor over his skin smoothly – you’re painstakingly careful, starting on the opposite side to the cut on his lower cheek. He chuckles when you lean back to dunk the razor in the sink, then move back over to him.

“I’ll stay well back, then.” You wink in response, but contradict your own statement by leaning close enough to him that his breath ghosts over your face. His eyes remain trained on your face, watching every movement as you press your lips together, squinting in concentration. You try your best to ignore it, being as careful and steady as your humanly can manage while you get to work.

His eyes don’t leave you until you’re finished, patting down his face with a towel and then handing it to him – only then does he force himself to look away, watching as you clear up and set everything back in its place.

When he finally manages to open his mouth, he’s expecting the words that come out to be ‘thanks, Y/N’ – instead, they’re, “When you’re concentrating, your nose does this funny little thing.”

You turn slowly, quirking an eyebrow in a manner he can only describe as adorable, “Excuse me?”

“It kinda… wrinkles. But just at the tip. Right here.” He taps his own nose, a small smile playing on his lips, “And you blink a lot. I just… never noticed before.” Dean confesses, giving a nonchalant shrug and trying to ask as if he isn’t mortified by the words.

Rather than make a comment, you give a smile, wiping your hands off and stepping back, “I suppose I’m not the kind of person people pay a whole lot of attention to.” It’s not meant to be self-deprecating, but Dean takes it that way nonetheless.

“You have got to be kidding me.” He rolls his eyes, standing up and poking at the cast as if his hand would be magically healed, “Y/N, you turn heads everywhere you go.”

“Yeah, right, of course.”

“Hey, look at me,” He takes your wrist in his hand, turning you to face him properly, “You’re beautiful. Really, truly beautiful. And smart, and kind, and funny. And people notice that. I notice that.”

That’s when your heart really does skip a beat – his eyes are on yours, emeralds glinting in the harsh white light of the bunker’s main bathroom.

“Dean, I-“

“You don’t need to reply to that. Didn’t mean to back you into a corner. Sorry.” Dean smiles sheepishly, scratching at the back of his neck with his good hand – but you shake your head, stepping forward with all of the boldness you can muster.

“I want to.” You assure him, taking his good hand and squeezing it gently, “I don’t care about anyone else noticing. Just you.”

He hesitates, then glances sideways, at the door, “Can I kiss you?” He blurts, flushing red like an embarrassed teenager.

“I’d be offended if you didn’t.”  

Transparent Crystalline Solid (intro)

Bucky Barnes x (enhanced)Reader

Notes: (the usual) troubled pasts, swearing, smut, fluff, angst/heartbreak.

A/N: All new! I had inspiration slap me straight across the face, and here we are! This one might hurt a little, but y’all know me, I’m a sucker for a happy ending. 

Summary: Bucky has charm, looks, a great smile, and he knows how to talk to a lady. The thing is, he does know it. Bucky’s a womaniser, there’s no doubt about it. But when he lays eyes upon the newest addition to the team, he might’ve found a reason to change his ways. Unfortunately, he knows he’s a coward, and he knows change isn’t easy. Lying.. is so much easier. 

Ice: frozen water, a brittle transparent crystalline solid.

Originally posted by winter-capricorn

The first time she catches Bucky’s eye, he knows he has to have her. One way or another, he has to. Here he was, minding his own business, enjoying a smoke on one of the compound’s huge balcony’s, when Stark ushered this girl -no, woman- in through the elevator doors.

“Come on in, Y/N, welcome to the Avengers, and this..” Tony waves his arm around in a dramatic-only-Stark-can-pull-it-off fashion, “is the living room.. Sort of speak”

The woman -Y/N- laughs, a soft and guarded sound, but no less beautiful because of it, and nods, “This is pretty crazy, Tony. Pepper didn’t exaggerate”

“Do I ever?” Pepper comes walking in from the other direction and smiles a warm smile towards Y/N. “It’s so good to see you again. I’m glad you finally decided to come” she says as she wraps her arms around Y/N and squeezes.

Y/N returns the gesture with warmth, and Bucky can’t help but desperately wanting to be on the receiving end of such an embrace.

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Werewolf! Kang Daniel (Part 2)

Masterlist can be found (here) 

A/N: Make sure to check out Werewolf! Kang Daniel (Part 1) so you can understand most of the context or you will be confused  & I love this moodboard so much ????
Warning: Prepare for a hella wild ride of emotions y’all 

“I want you to be my morning so I can be your night.”

  • You were basically still puzzled at the wolf cause bro you have been living the same neighbourhood for the last 20 years
  • The only time you came across wolves was when you watched ‘Twilight’
  • You told Daniel about the incident as you were still weirded out by it 
  • His expressions seemed a bit strange but you just assumed he was concerned about your safety
  • okay Daniel was freaking out cause he wasn’t sure if he realized it was him and he still didn’t know how to tell you about his other side
  • But Sungwoo had advised him that it was best to just drop hints
  • Daniel took it literally
  • He deadass made you do a netflix marathon on 'Teen Wolf’ with him;;;;;
  • While you were watching it, he low-key kept trying to check for your reaction when the main character transformed into a wolf by averting his gaze while seating his gummy bears
  • But you had a blank expression on throughout the show since you had previously watched it
  • You honestly couldn’t say no to your boyfriend’s suggestion since you had been picking the last 5 movies or series when it was movie night
  • He couldn’t judge from your expression cause ??? so another day just went by LOL
  • It has already month since you last encounter the wolf and it was the last thing on your mind
  • That was until Daniel became sick
  • He had been looking pale when you two went out for a date yesterday so you told him to rest and you will come visit him
  • It was actually one of the aftereffects of the pull and full moon as his wolf side was becoming stronger
  • If a mate has not acknowledged the other yet, they are unable to recover quicker which leads the wolf side to be stronger
  • The pull also makes the wolf side of a werewolf crave for their mate even more and will make it want to dominate the mate so it could acknowledge its presence
  • This is because when mates have accepted each other, they will become stronger and wolves take pride in their strength
  • Daniel became dizzier as he had to constantly tame his wolf side to ensure that he could stay in his human form while he was with you
  • He nodded but told you not to visit him as he was scared to pass it to you and he had 10 other boys to take care of him
  • More like e was really scared that his wolf side might just appear suddenly and god know how would you react to it
  • However the next day, you were anxious as he had not text you at all and for some reason, you couldn’t reach the other boys
  • They were out for a run except for Guanlin who had extra classes
  • The boys left Daniel at home alone since werewolves usually just need a full day of rest with no disturbance and they will be up in no time
  • You decided to get some food and head to his house since you know where they hide the spare key
  • As you entered, you realized no one was at home as it was silent which was an unusual occurrence for a place with 11 boys
  • You knock on Daniel’s door with the porridge and medicine in your hand
  • When there wasn’t anyone to greet you, you opened the door yourself and saw  him asleep his bed
  • You wanted to get his temperature so you sat on his bed and laid your hand on his forehead
  • That’s when you saw his wolf ears and you were wondering if Sungwoo had put them in as a joke when he was asleep
  • You took a few photos for future blackmailing purpose lmao
  • But let’s be real here, you were still wondering how does your boyfriend even look this good while he was sick
  • You decided to just leave it there after you had a good laugh over how freaking adorable he looked with them
  • You treaded your fingers into his hair and that’s when you accidentally tugged at the ears
  • He woke up immediately since his ears were extremely sensitive to touch
  • You realized that his ears weren’t those hair bands you did get at amusement parks but they were very much real
  • You literally jumped out of his bed and went W T F ???
  • There were folktales of people who were part mythical creature you heard when you were a child but experiencing it at first hand was a whole new story
  • “Fuck, I can explain.”
  • His ear and tail immediately disappeared as that sudden shock had made him stronger for a short period of time
  • He immediately stood up and tried to hold you back
  • But you turned your heels and sprinted out of the house
  • Ignoring Guanlin who had greeted you who was playing a video game
  • Moments later, Guanlin saw Daniel coming down with the most crushed expression on his face
  • His eyes were close to tearing up and he gnawed his bottom lip so hard that blood seemed to be seeping out
  • “What the hell - JISUNG HYUNG!”
  • Guanlin yelled out as he immediately went to the white wolf side and pulling him to the couch
  • Daniel immediately collapsed on the couch as he still had a fever and the sudden change of events did not help
  • He passed out and the other boys who ad came back moments after you left became incredibly worried
  • Jisung stepped in and said that it was just him being sick since Daniel wasn’t showing any sign of being rejected
  • On the other hand, you were running in fear to your apartment
  • You had so many questions wanting to be answered but yet you didn’t know if you even dared to approach him
  • Sure it looked cute on him but what in the world was that;;;;
  • A day later when Daniel had recovered, he just rushed to your place
  • When you opened the door for him, it broke his heart when you gazed at him warily as if he was something dangerous and foreign
  • It was strange for him to sit opposite of you rather than next to you in the couch and had his head on our thighs as a pillow
  • He explained about mates, werewolves, the pull and just everything you needed to know
  • “I … I don’t think I can do this right now. Just give me more time to think about it.”
  • The mate thing was just messing with your head, there was just so many things for you to process that you weren’t even sure that the decision right now would be right
  • He sighed as he had expected this reaction and was thankful that you still haven’t rejected him even after knowing the commitment of being mates
  • Days went by of you not having any contact with him
  • But you knew that he was keeping an eye on you as you could spot a white wolf wandering near the bookstore and your apartment
  • Just like it had been your guardian angel the first time, it seemed to be fond of taking its role again
  • While you told him to gave you time, you acted like you didn’t notice the wolf as you were worried Daniel will stop being there
  • One day, while walking back from work, you left some food on the pathway and motion for the wolf to eat it as you saw how he had been waiting for you all day as you had to skip lunch to clear the book store’s storage room
  • Daniel trudged towards the food and ate it hungrily
  • You smiled fondly and was prepared to throw it the plate which contained the food when you saw it coming at you
  • It’s mouth had a bright red ball in it as it cautiously approached you and dropped it near your feet
  • As if Daniel wanted to show you that this white wolf was more than a dangerous creature as you took the red ball in your hand and threw it somewhere else
  • Moments later it came back and you were engaged in playing catch with you before the sky started darkening and it growled at your apartment’s direction as if wanting you to go home
  • While you accepted the wolf, it was still hard to establish the connection that the white wolf you saw was the same person as Daniel
  • Just a week later when you made your decision
  • You were coming back from grocery shopping when a tall boy with sapphire red hair slung his hand on your shoulder
  • You tried to push his hand off you but he was far stronger as he slammed you against a wall in the alleyway and gave you a smirk
  • Before he could mutter a word, Daniel pushed him away and that boy laid on the ground as he touched the fresh scratch on his cheekbones
  • “Get your filthy hands on her, Im Youngmin.”
  • “So we are on real name basis now huh? How friendly Kang Euigeon.”
  • “Don’t touch my girl! Aren’t you aware this is our territory?”
  • Youngmin chuckled bringing a glare from Daniel as he pointed to you again
  • “Yours? Don’t make me laugh, she hasn’t even accepted you yet judging from her scent. Of course, I’m just paying a visit to my cousins from faraway.”
  • Your eyes widen when you saw the two boys in front of you turned into a rusty brown wolf and a white wolf respectively
  • This was when it really hit you that yes, they were werewolves as they pounced at each other, teeth-baring sharply
  • You muttered a curse as you sprinted back home while sending a text to the Wanna One boys that Daniel was in danger
  • You didn’t feel too assure as you became increasingly worried as you slammed your door shut until Woojin texted back that his hyungs were already there to help
  • He was outside of your door as he told you to listen to him for the last time
  • He apologized to you and telling you to move as far as you could to start afresh
  • He didn’t want to put you in danger and mentioned that you could just reject him
  • After all, you being far away from him would just lea to his wolf side to be out of control and he would rather be dead like the rest of his predecessor
  • He was worried that other packs might kidnap you to blackmail since he was the white wolf everyone was after
  • He told you that he will slip in enough money to your bank account once he reaches home and that he loves you and hopes you will never forget that
  • You opened the door as fast as you could and looked at him in the eye as you gather your thoughts
  • You then cupped his face and kissed him as you were sure of decision
  • You realize how much you love him when you were so worried when he was fighting with Youngmin
  • How you were silently praying that he will make it out alive and that all you wanted was to just see him again
  • Whether it was 'the pull’ like he mentioned, but the sheer thought of him leaving you sliced through your heart
  • “I’m not going anywhere with you …. I’m going to say this every single day when we are together but I love you. I promise that I always will.”
  • “So does that mean you are going to be my mate?”
  • “Do you even need to ask?”
  • Daniel had the biggest smile on as he just lifted you up and spun you around until you complained you were dizzy
  • But moments later, he lifted you into your place and closed the door with his feet as he gently laid you on your bed
  • Your face was matching his as you were both scarlet red after you whispered to him that if he really wanted the other wolves, he should get you two to have the same scent or whatever the werewolves like to call it;;;;;
  • Which only means one thing, yup I will leave it up to your imagination 
  • So yeah after that, Daniel actually made ramen for you
  • Which you laughed out loud cause he made you the hello kitty ramen your friend had given you as a souvenir from Japan
  • “Wow the big bad wolf likes Hello Kitty???”
  • He grumbled at you for being such a bad mate for judging his love for cats but you just chuckled and fed him more ramen
  • You kissed him on the cheek as you told your mate to forgive you
  • He went !!! and made you say the ‘m’ word again cause he honestly still couldn’t believe such a beautiful human like you had accepted him
  • Mate was such a foreign word to you yet somehow you liked the way it rolled on your tongue
  • You knew Kang Daniel could be anything and you honestly wouldn’t care
  • After all, you loved him even more when you realize all these things about him
  • You guys don’t really go out for dates but more of a netflix & pizza sort of couple
  • Especially when he was going through the heat, you are literally glued to him
  • Peppering him with kisses even if he didn’t experience a lot of discomforts anymore
  • Matching Cross Earrings !!!
  • Since it was an accessory where it wouldn’t break when he transformed unlike necklaces or rings
  • Yours was on your left ears and he wore his on his right
  • He likes to braid your hair
  • Much like how you like to thread your fingers across his fur when he becomes a wolf
  • He turns to the cutest pup when you are with him as he wags his tail and just has his tongue out
  • What intimidation ???  
  • He loves it so much when you pet his head and just stroke his fur in general
  • His eyes are literally closed and he has a look of pure bliss
  • He rewards you with an extremely steamy hot make-out session with him after that at the kitchen counter (that went from 0 to 100 real quick hjjkl)
  • Because he’s a werewolf, his sense of smell is heightened and a lot of sharper than the average human
  • Hence he loves it when your scent is drenched with his since it shows that you belong to him and vice versa
  • Which is why he literally has the urge to kiss the hell out of you whenever you are in one of his sweaters
  • Or even better when you are only wearing his t-shirt and nothing else
  • He knows you are the right one when you get so worried when he transforms
  • You are always looking out for him in case there are hunters or anyone dangerous
  • But he will always just lick your hand in assurance that he will be okay and runs into the forest
  • You get amused whenever he comes back with flowers in his mouth
  • Like it’s the CUTEST thing you have ever seen
  • Cause he looks so S O F T
  • He will nuzzle your hand whenever you thanked him for the flowers or compliment his fur
  • Which results in him just giving you lots of kisses once he transforms back
  • He will do anything to protect you cause you weren’t just his mate; you were his everything
  • Lots and lots of cuddles
  • He is the best thing to cuddle with in the winter with thick comforters and hot chocolate since he radiates heat
  • His body temperature is higher than usual so you just feel so cozy and warm when you are next to him
  • Whenever you try to step out the bed, he will just pull you in again and wrapped you in a hug and whispered in your ear
  • “I sleep so much better with you next to me so don’t leave.”

Requests are always open & feel free to message me anything at all :)

Skype Calls || Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by jkguks

Word Count: 1.9k

Genre: Fluff

It had been months since you had originally met Jungkook. Months since he had slipped you that small piece of paper with a few messy scrawled words on it.

When you had originally gotten the piece of paper you thought he had given you a note, that it was something he was handing out to all of  the fans as a thank you for coming to the first international fan meet.

But as you progressed down the lined of members you realized Jungkook had been the only one to give you anything. You had greeted all of the members with smiles and hellos and given each one a small thank you for setting this up, but only Jungkook had given you a slip of paper in return.

It wasn’t until you had gotten home and opened the small sheet of paper that you read the words on the sheet, His name was written at the top in sloppy writing and the word Skype was underneath. At the very bottom of the slip was a username and you felt the breath leave you lungs as your brain registered what you had been given that day.

Now sitting in front of your computer screen you waited for the familiar call from Jungkook that you had been receiving almost everyday since you added him and started talking. As there had been a language barrier between the two of you, you started teaching each other your languages and while you became more fluent in Korean, you could see just how well Jungkook’s English had been improving.

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Forgiveness in Time - Bucky Barnes

Summary: You had it bad for the school charmer, but let’s be honest. who didn’t? After letting your wall down, the unimaginable happens, but will you have the heart to let him back into your life?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Words: 2,802 (another longer one)

Warnings: angsttttttt, mentions of sex, some swears, steve being the cutest best friend, fluffy ending, fuckboy!bucky

Parts: Part 1, Part 2

A/N: second fic! i got an absolutely crazy amount of love on my last fic so thanks guys sm <3 again, i don’t know if any of y’all are into this but it was so much fun to write!! (if you like peter parker fluff check out my other fic!!)

Everyone seemed to warn you of the man with the killer smile.

He had literally charmed the pants off everyone he had met.

But lord help you, he was your type.

And goddamn he was attractive.

Bucky Barnes was known as the school charmer. Everyone knew that. His dark brown hair, mysterious eyes, strong jaw, and gorgeous smile was enough for girls to drop their panties.

Including you. You were absolute smitten for the boy prancing around school with two girls tucked underneath his arms and the entire football following him.

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EXO Reaction ~ Surprising Them At The Studio By Back Hugging Them

Request: Hey! I want to request an EXO reaction when their girlfriend surprise them at the studio by back hugging them 🙆
A/N: After I repost the Mobile Masterlist later, requests will be closing so if you have anything you wanna send in then send it in while requests are open (:


“Oh goodness you scared me, beautiful ~ Why don’t we go and get some coffee?” *Litro brings you to the nicest and most expensive coffee shop*


Why hello my princess, ready to get out of here?*He gets you both home, into your matching couple pjs and watching the Avengers*


Let me guess who it is ~ Is it My amazing, sweet and beautiful girlfriend, y/n?*Subtly plays about with you then brings you out somewhere for lunch*


“I knew it would be you, my short ass ~ I missed you!” *Crouches down to your height to kiss you on the nose*


“Aw my baobei came to surprise me at work, I love you lots and lots” *Wraps his arms around you and wont let go*


“You brought me lunch? Aw Jagi! I’ll do some special Aegyo just for you~” *does special aegyo just for your eyes*


“You came all the way here for me? Awe jagiya you know how to make me feel special” *Takes mass amount of cute couple selfies with you*


I wish there were more hours in the day for back hugs, princess*Pouts and kisses your nose*


“Aw my girlfriend is too adorable, Can I give you back hugs now?” *Kisses all over your face until you let him give you mass amount cuddles and back hugs*


“I wish I could stay in your arms all day everyday, baby girl” *pouts like a baby but aegyo af*


“The dance studio isn’t in use… You, Me? I can put my arms and hands to good use to you” *insert eyebrow wiggle here*


“Ah my beautiful jagi ~ It’s time I take you out for a treat” *Litro trolls the fuck out of you by getting you a mcflurry instead of a Baskin Robbins*

New Neighbors

You move into your new apartment, and discover Jonghyun and Jisoo, the adorable father-daughter duo across the hallway. It doesn’t hurt that Jonghyun is incredibly attractive.

  • non-idol au
  • single father!jonghyun

“That’s the last one,” you said to yourself proudly, staring down at the boxes that surrounded you. Pushing your hair back from your sweaty face, you couldn’t help but nod, happy that you were finally moving in.

It was your last year of college, and you’d decided to move into your own apartment. All of your friends had been busy on the day you’d decided to move in, about a month before classes began, so you’d had to lug up all your boxes of things and all the furniture yourself. It hadn’t been easy, but you’d gotten it done.

Just as you were about to settle onto the floor, arms splayed out, the doorbell rang. You groaned inwardly, hurrying to answer it.

“Hi.” Your breath caught as soon as you yanked open the door. One of the most gorgeous guys you’d ever seen was standing there, smiling slightly. He was dressed casually, jeans and a t-shirt, his black hair falling into his eyes.

“Welcome!” A much higher-pitched, squeaky voice exclaimed. Your eyes travelled down from the guy to the small figure clinging onto his outstretched hand—a young girl, maybe 4 or 5, stood there, grinning widely. You cooed mentally at how adorable she was, with slightly chubby cheeks, tiny hands and a missing front tooth.

“We just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood,” the guy said gently with a small smile. You turned your attention back to him, and couldn’t help but notice how nice his voice was. “Right, baby?” He glanced down at the small girl, voice tender. Your heart was actually melting.

“Right!” The young girl nodded, shoving a container towards you, “we baked you cookies!”

You smiled widely, crouching down so that you were eye-level with the girl, “did you really? That’s awesome, you’re an angel! Thank you.”

The girl grinned again, revealing that missing tooth, “Daddy almost started a fire.” You grinned at how cute she was, glancing back up at the guy, who looked mildly embarrassed, but also used to the girl’s attitude.

“Thank you so much,” you told the guy, container of cookies in hand, “I really appreciate the gesture, I know you’re probably super busy, so thank you.”

“It’s no trouble,” the guy assured you with a smile, “We were once the new people in the building, so if you ever need help, feel free to ask, we’re right across the hall. I’m Jonghyun, and this is my daughter Jisoo.”

“I’m (y/n),” you replied, heart a puddle of goo over how adorable Jisoo was and how incredibly perfect Jonghyun was. “Thank you again, I really appreciate it.”

“Well, we’ll see you around,” Jonghyun said, and you nodded quickly in agreement, “have a nice night.”

“I hope you have fun living here!” Jisoo smiled up at you, making you smile back.

“Thank you, have a nice night as well!”

As you closed the door, you placed a hand over your pounding heart.  Jonghyun was actually perfect, what the hell. He was incredibly handsome, kind, and he clearly cared a lot about his daughter, who was also a total sweetheart.

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BTS Reacts To You Being Touchy Feely

:A/n: Tbh this is so me. Im the most touchy/affectionate person in my group of friends. Show me affection everyone! 

Originally posted by nnochu


Coming home from work was the best feeling you could think of, next to cuddling your boyfriend.

You sighed as you hung up your coat, “Hobi I’m home!” You yelled through out the house in hopes for a response but none came. 

Walking into the living room you saw your boyfriend’s sleeping fiure sprawled out on the couch, you decided to crawl on top of him and cuddle him. 

“Mhm.. welcome home jagiya.”

Originally posted by jiminahhh


You walked down the stairs from your bedroom. You woke up to an empty bed and you missed your boyfriend. 

“Where are you Jinie-ah?” Your sleepy voice filled the room.

“Ah! I’m in the kitchen baby!” You heard him call. 

You walked into the kitchen to see him cooking, his shirt off. You backhugged him and kissed his shoulders.

“I love you, Y/n-ah.”

Originally posted by harunyany


“I’m leaving!” You heard your boyfriend yell from the front door. 

You rushed out of the bed and down the stairs and jumped on him. 

He caught you by your legs and laughed, “Yah! You want to kill me?”

You shook your head in the crook of his neck and mubbled, “No oppa.”

He chuckled and patted your butt signalling for you to get down.

Once you were standing he cupped your face and gave you a kiss, “I’ll be home soon, cutie.”

Originally posted by mvssmedia


You were laid out on the couch when you heard your boyfriend walk in the front door.

“I’m home jagiya!” He yelled.

You smiled and yelled, “I’m in here, come cuddle with me!”

You heard him chuckled before you felt a heavy weight sink into the couch. He jumped on it from behind, ultimately but safely landing on you.

“Yah!” You yelled, kissing his nose.

“You’re so adorable, baby”

Originally posted by nnochu


Your boyfriend has been in front of his laptop since you woke up, 3 hours ago.

You sighed and leaned against the door frame. 

“I’m almost done, I swear.”

You rolled your eyes, “Thats what you said and hour ago.”

He got quiet and sighed again, walking up to him you ran your hands over his shoulders and kissed his neck, “I miss you.”


“You stop.”

“This needs to get done, baby.” He said.

You got annoyed and pulled his chair away from the desk and straddled him, “Y/n!”

“Shh.” You kissed him, his arms wrapped around you and he sighed.

“I gusess I can take a break.”

Originally posted by officialwookkibby


You were sitting on the foor as your very tired and sick boyfriend laid on the couch.

You ran your fingers through his hair as he tried to stay awake during the movie.

“Go to sleep, babe.” You said, turning off the movie.

“Are you sure?” He whispered.

You nodded, “Yes.”

He held your hand and smiled, “You’re too good for me.”

Originally posted by ksjknj

Rap Monster:

You were studying for your test when your boyfriend came home coughing.

“Yah, are you okay?” You called.

His cough cut off his sentence so you ran over to the other room and held on to his arm.

“You may get sick.” He breathed out. 

“I don’t care, come on.” 

You told him to take off his clothes as you got the bath water nice and hot.

“Come on baby boy.” You said, ushering him into the tub. His body instantly relaxed as he hit the hot water.

You slid in behind him.

“What are you doing? I don’t want you to-“Shh, close your eyes baby.” You whispered massaging his shoulders.

Soon he started to fall asleep but he whispered, “You’re the love of my life jagiya.”

HE & I.

i’m starting a series for this blog, unless i get some drabbles or requests then this will be my main focus.

Originally posted by kihn

“Have you considered that maybe you shouldn’t eat the last yoghurt?” you shouted into the abyss of the boy’s dorm. You knew people were alive, but they haven’t left their rooms yet.

“I wrote my fucking name on it” you muttered.

“Well, then maybe you shouldn’t leave food here” Kihyun entered the room, you could feel the hate emit from him like waves.

“I thought you guys would have been considerate at least” you angrily grabbed a bottle of water instead.

“Do I need to repeat myself?” Kihyun’s reply was salty.

“Did you know that the human body is 57 to 60 percent water?” you took a swig from your bottle, tightening the lid.

“Yeah? Who doesn’t know that” he eyed you like you was stupid.

“Pretty sure yours isn’t water, salt water more likely.” You began to explain.

He raised a brow at you, tilting his head higher to establish his cockiness.

“That would explain your shitty attitude” you put the bottle inside the fridge and walked out the room, leaving him stunned. 

You smiled out of being proud, shutting down Kihyun when he was being salty was something you lived for. It didn’t help that your heart hammered when you were around him.

You knocked on the door to Changkyun’s and Jooheon’s room. You heard the collective “what?” from them. You chuckled loudly before shouting “it’s me?”

Kihyun stalked past into his room, “Unfortunately” he muttered.

“Jooheonn! I brought food” the door was thrown open immediately, your hair moved from the slight gust of air.

“Knew that would get your attention” he smiled cheekily and grabbed the bag.

“When there is food, there is a jooheon” Changkyun brushed past him, smiling at you.

“I am so happy you are here” he hugged you tightly.

“What’s happened?” well, this was unusual. He never hugged you unless he was sick.

“Are you sick?” you grabbed his face out of worry.

“No no no, I’d cough on you” he smiled wider, his voice was deep and thick.

“ok so movie night has been moved into the living room because Jooheon, despite being the most adorable of beans. He broke our TV because he lost to me” he turned round to see Jooheon with a face full of rice cake, scowling.

“I didn’t lose, he cheated” he spoke through a mouthful of food.

“I’m sure he did baby” you teased, he was just too cute sometimes.

“Heyhey now, I’m the only one you call baby” Changkyun pouted at you, before slyly grinning.

The door you were stood in front of swung open and Kihyun appeared, followed by a Hyungwon. You frowned slightly, before jumping at Hyungwon.

“Hey Hyungwon!” he caught you, his hands on your lower back out of respect.

“Woah there!” he laughed, he carried you through to the living area where Kihyun had already set up the film.

“Changkyun?” he spun around.

“I thought it was just us?” you climbed off Hyungwon, who moved to sit down behind you.

“Well it’s just us, they had nothing else to do and the others are out so “he shrugged.

“Just ignore them” he offered, handing you a bottle of water.

“I can certainly do that for someone” you pouted.

“Don’t be so dramatic, and our seat is over there” he pointed the space next to khyun.

“You just live to watch me suffer, don’t you?” you jokingly spat. He pushed you into the spot next to Kihyun, you hit his shoulder slightly.

“Sorry” you muttered.

“It’s fine” he muttered softly, you barely heard it. He shifted in his seat so he was further away from you.

“Can I lay on you?” Kihyuns head snapped towards you, but you were looking at Changkyun.

“Always” he smiled sweetly. You didn’t miss the sour look on Kihyuns face.

“Hm this is nice” you mumbled, Hyungwon was sat on the floor in front of you.

“You can rest your head on my legs if it’ll be more comfortable for you” you gestured, slapping your leg slightly. You had a blanket wrapped around you, a little bit of it was on Kihyun, but you didn’t mind. He probably didn’t mind, and little to you; he didn’t.

The thing was, Kihyun liked being around you. You gave back what you got, you had an attitude. You had fire. Unfortunately, he gave off the wrong impression when he first met you- it wasn’t what he wanted since he fell for you the moment you accidentally swore at Shownu.

It was hard, but he managed. Having the person, you like around you nearly every day was like being trapped in a hamster ball with few holes for air. He was surviving, slowly suffocating simultaneously.

He knew Changkyun likes you, and you him.

“Changkyun?” you peered up at him, he looked down at you and smiled.


“Put your arm around me?” he didn’t waste a second, he pressed you tightly against his body.

“Why don’t you two just date already?” Jooheon sneered at you both.

“We are” you simply replied, eyes on the TV.

Jooheon spat his water out at Hyungwon, earning him a disgusted look.

“What?! How long??” he edged closer to Changkyun, fishing for details.

“For about a month, she wanted to keep it low before we told anyone.” He explained.

“Why?” he looked at you with a confused expression.

“Because we were best friends for so long, before Monsta x, before NO.MERCY” you began, sitting forward slightly.

“I wanted to test the waters before jumping in” you smiled, “We work together well” you looked up at him to see him already looking at you.

He was about to say something when Kihyun interrupted.

“I’m going to be sick” he leapt up off the cough and half jogged to the bathroom, holding his stomach.

Everyone was frozen, this was sudden.

You got up and walked over, you may not like him that much but you were still worried. This was your boyfriends band mate.

“Kihyun?” you knocked on the door while opening it. He was leant over the toilet, sick was on the seat and he collapsed to his knees.

“Get out” he spoke weakly.

“let me help you” you moved forward to touch him when he snapped at you.

“I said get the fuck out? Are you deaf?” He got to his knees, when Hyungwon came.

“y/n? Just sit this one out” he rubbed your shoulder reassuringly before making his way into the room and shutting the door in your face.

What the hell was that? What had just happened?

Changkyun came up behind you and wrapped his arms around reassuringly. He leant down slightly, his head nestled to yours while he muttered that everything will be ok.

You were sitting on the couch with Changkyun’s head on your lap, when the bathroom door suddenly opened. Hyungwon ushered a pale Kihyun into his room.

You didn’t miss the look he gave you.

It was the look of misunderstood pain.

Guilty Kiss

( The reader teases Peter a little too much, and things get out of hand. )

A/N: My love for Peter Parker ( and Tom Holland ) knows no bounds. And I’m still sobbing over Tom Holland. TBH if I had a boyfriend like Peter, I would tease him every moment I get. Except that I’m usually the flustered shy one. Requests are open, BTW, so send them in!  

Taglist: @mainspidey | @x-wing-starwriter | @tomsleftbrow | @tryn25 

“Where is my evac, Clint?” Your voice is tinged with irritation as you switch on your comm-link. Breathe, (Y/n). Don’t yell. “Clint? Please tell me that you aren’t sleeping on the job.”

Your heels click against the tiled floor of a long, narrow passage. You’ve disabled the two guards stationed at the entrance of the archives before they could raise the alarm but there’s no telling how long it would take before someone competent realizes what’s going on.

“I’m here, I’m here. Sheesh, can’t a guy step out to get a cup of coffee for one second –”

Somewhere in the distance, an alarm erupts, screeching through the airways. Dang it. The patrol must have found the bodies.

“Not when I’m in blind in a Hydra facility. So help me, Clint –”

“Alright, alright, no need to get huffy with me. Besides, Spidey’s got your back.”

A smile flits across your face at the mention of Peter. The awkward, adorable boy is easy to be with, and is even easier to love, and you like him. A lot. You’re sure that Clint can hear the smile in your voice when you say, “He’s securing the perimeter. So no.”

“I’m in Wing C. I think.” Ripping the emergency map off the wall, you consider the corridors and say, “Yeah, definitely Wing C. Files are with me.”

“Nice job, kid. Get to the roof, and I’ll pick the two of you up from there.”

The affectionate nickname sends a wave of warmth crashing over you, and your smile widens. “Sure. See you in ten.”

“Peter, you there?” Turning off your comm-link, you pull your phone out of your pocket, dialling his number by heart. You hope he’ll pick up. “It’s me.”

He does. Peter’s voice sounds as though he’s holding his phone at arm’s length. He’s put you on speaker too; you can hear muffled screams and thumps on Peter’s end, but none of them sound like him. In fact, it sounds as though he’s having fun.

“Spider 1 to Agent 1. Copy. Over.”

You make a mental note to never, ever let Peter watch anymore James Bond movies. His “spy lingo” is downright atrocious.

And for the millionth time since the two of you had started dating, you start to laugh. “You have seriously been watching too many spy movies. Is the perimeter secure?”

“Hey, you watched them all with me! Over.”

He’s avoiding the question, you realize, and your smile falters the tiniest bit. “Peter?”

“Um.” His voice is sheepish as it floats over the speakers. “Um, yeah, it’s secure. More or less. Over.”

“What’s less?” You ask, pinching the bridge of your nose and bracing for bad news.

“Less as in one of the guards may have called for backup before I could stop him. So prepare for incoming. Over.”

“Thanks, Spider 1,” You drawl out sarcastically, your voice rising above a symphony of rapidly approaching footsteps. As yet unnoticed, you duck behind a now abandoned security desk, keeping your voice hushed. “Now could you please get over to Wing C? Our ride’s waiting.”

“Copy that. Spider 1, out. Over.”

There’s a loud commotion. A group of men whisk past you. Six go down the hall you’d come from, and one mutters, “We aren’t paid enough for this.” Some enter the elevators. They’re all dressed haphazardly, as if they’ve been roused from sleep and had had to hurry. There must be a facility close by. Like army barracks, maybe. You’d have to be careful to avoid it.

You gaze longingly at the doors to the stairwell leading to the roof.

Two men stay behind and assume their positions, forcing you to inch your way around the desk to continue to hide your presence. You sit for a moment, trying to decide on your next move.

There’s only one thing to do, really.

Crawling to the end of the desk, you peek out around the edge, noting the exact positions of the guards. Yanking your ICER ( ‘Incapacitating Cartridge Emitting Raygun’ ) out of your thigh sheath, you cock your weapon and fire. Sticky pellets containing 50,000 volts find their way into bare skin. Their bodies perform involuntary twitching dances; they’re unconscious by the time they hit the ground.

Your heels click as you stride forwards, picking your way over motionless arms and legs. The door to the stairwell flies open, a black-clad figure appears in the doorway. Oh, well. Too late to hide now. Shrugging, you walk closer, but no one else comes to stop you. Fixing a pleasant smile onto cherry red lips, you ready your ICER.

“Hey, baby,” The mook leers, eyes lingering far too long on your chest and legs for your liking. “Did you come here to play?”

Gross. Your smile slips. You’ve just taken out two of his underlings, and that’s the best he can come up with? Forget the ICER; you’re going to enjoy beating this guy up. You aren’t going to give him the satisfaction of a response. Instead, you tuck your ICER back into your thigh sheath and shift into a defensive position.

“That’s funny, babe. Where did you learn that? On TV?”

Okay. One response. A stinging anticipation winds through you as you stalk forwards. “Why don’t you come over here and find out?”

When he makes his next move – a punch that practically oozes contempt and confidence – you’re ready. You duck, avoiding impact, and he swipes air. You deliver a vicious kick, buckling his knees. As he goes down with a yelp of pain, you elbow him in the back of the head. Yeah. Forget honour. You’ll go with dirty.

He attempts to rise. You waste no time in leaping onto him, planting yourself on his neck and pinning his shoulders to the floor. As far as most deaths go, this one isn’t all together unpleasant; at least this creep is being suffocated by the thighs of a girl, which is more than he deserves.

“My name is not babe. I’m (F/n) (L/n), and I am this close to crushing your misogynistic skull with my thighs.”

His face is turning a funny shade of puce. You let him suffer for a few more seconds before you pull out your ICER and stun him.

“Holy shit.”

Peter’s soft, awe-filled whisper catches you completely off guard. From your place atop of the Hydra mook, his face still crushed between your thighs, you offer Peter a wicked grin, which makes his heart stutter in his chest. He gulps audibly, a gesture which does not go unnoticed by you.

Relax, Peter,” You purr, looking up at him from under thickly dusted lashes. “How long have you been here?”

“Long enough to see you crush him with your thighs,” Peter manages, his gaze ping-ponging from the mook unconscious on the floor to your unconventional seat, your face radiant and flushed and pretty. “I don’t know why I rushed over.”

“Because you love me?” Batting your eyelashes, you smile a sweet, sweet smile, looking as though butter wouldn’t melt in your mouth. “And your life would have a noted lack of (Y/n) if I wasn’t around?”

Much to your surprise, Peter actually nods. You can’t see his face under his mask, but you know Peter’s smiling over the blush that paints his cheeks. Huffing out a laugh, you release the male from your clutches, straightening your skirt and thigh highs. Unlike Agent Romanoff, who prefers skin-tight spandex during combat, you’re particularly fond of skirts, which allow for ease of movement.

That, and it’s easier to take down people when they’re busy ogling your bare legs.

Peter’s trying not to stare. The operative word being ‘trying’. He’s manfully covered the eye-holes of his mask, but his fingers are splayed too widely for them to truly be effective at blocking your figure out.

You keep a neutral, pleasant smile on your lips as you stand, the one that Peter hates because he can’t tell what you’re hiding. An idea is forming in your head, the gears in your mind turning. You feel a bit mean for what you’re about to do, but the desire to see Peter squirm wins out.

Slowly, deliberately, you hitch your skirt up so that it settles high up on your hips, revealing the wide gap of skin between your stockings and your skirt. Your tongue darts out to swipe across glossy lips as you walk over to Peter, swaying your hips strictly more than necessary.

You’re rewarded with a strangled squeak. He’s given up his charade of “a little peeking”, and is unabashedly staring at every shimmy and shake of your hips. You’re sure Peter knows exactly what you’re playing at, but he doesn’t have it in him to tell you to stop, it seems.

Peter’s stammered protests are swallowed up when you push up his mask to press a kiss to his lips. It starts slow at first, but soon speeds up into something wild. His hands settle on your hips while yours try to tug his shirt off – only to remember that he’s in spandex, not cotton. You groan in frustration, Peter hastily untangles himself from you and hastily backs away.

(Y/n)!” Peter sounds scandalized as he tries to protest again, his voice dazed and accusatory all at the same time – although he doesn’t sound all that mad that you’d technically seduced him into an impromptu make-out session in a Hydra base. “We’re still – We can’t!”

“I know, I know,” You say on a laugh, giving him a last, quick peck on the mouth before Peter tugs his mask back into place, hiding cheeks tinted pink. “I’m sorry! I couldn’t resist.”

Dropping your voice into a conspiratorial whisper, “I’ll take care of your, ah, problem later at home, okay?”

You dance off down the hallway with a laugh, your skirt still hitched up high, swishing around your thighs as you go. Peter groans from behind you, and you wave cheerily at him over your shoulder.

You can’t wait to get back home.

“Many More Birthdays”

request: Can you do Sebastian stan x reader where its the readers birthday and she spends it alone at a bookstore, then they ran into each other and he finds out it’s her birthday so they have an adventure. Please and thank you!!! Love your writing 

word count: 1331

warnings: fluff, reader grew up in the foster care system 

A/N: thank you for the request! let me know if you want to be on my taglist! leave me some requests in my ask box or just drop by to say hi! i will try to get back to posting again. I’ve never been the NYC so the adventure part is made up from movies and my imagination. I really want to go someday.

Originally posted by sebastianobrien

Alone, like every other birthday. Here you were on your twenty first birthday with nothing to do.

Today started out like every other day. You got up, went for a run around Central Park, and got ready to go do errands. Except, you were one year older; one more year alone. That’s why you hated your birthday. You never had anyone to spend it with.

Your parents gave you up for adoption when you were born. You had no idea why, but they did. Every birthday you had was ignored and you eventually started ignoring them too. There was nothing happy to go along with your birthday. No presents, no cake, no family.

When you turned eighteen you were sent off on your own and you were glad for it. You didn’t have to deal with anymore shitty foster homes and shitty parents. You could finally be on your own. You could go to college and finally enjoy life, and you did, but birthdays were still hard.

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BTS Reaction: You crying over a show/movie

Hoseok: *finds the situation entertaining as you bawl over the movie that you are watching*

“look at your face jagiya” “snots running out of your nose lol” 

Jimin: *gets a little heart attack as he see’s you cry*

“why is my princess crying?” “you’re crying because of the show?” “ah! princess you scared me!” “I thought there was something wrong”

Yoongi: *finds you adorable for crying over a movie*

“babe you are so weak” “do you want a hug?” “come here i’ll make you feel better”

Jin: *amused by your weak heart as you cried to the movie that both of you are watching*

“princess the guy in the movie only got a small cut why are you crying?”

Namjoon: *tries to hide his smile when you bawl over the show both of you are watching*

“baby you are so cute” “what? no i’m not laughing at you” “seriously i’m not” “I also feel bad about the show seriously”

Jungkook: *would be worried as you go up to him and hug him while crying*

“what’s wrong?” “why are you crying?” “who hurt you?” 

“what? you’re crying cuz of the guy died in the move?”

“want me to go fight them?”

Taehyung: *becomes dramatic and cries with you after the guy in the movie breaks up with the girl*

“he left her…” “I thought it would be a happy ending” “why did he leave her jagiya?” “why?” “WHY!”

01. Must Have Energy - Kim NamJoon fanfic

AN*  So I ran across a “Bed Sharing AU” prompt list with 8 prompts and thought it’d be a great exercise to explore writing fanfics again, this time for BTS instead of anime. I just recently wrote “Grief” which is the first fanfiction I’ve written in 3 years… the first anything I’ve written in 3 years actually.  So don’t be too hard on me.  I intend this to be the first in a series, using all 8 prompts with different members.  8 prompts, 7 members… the 8th will be a surprise.

A special thanks to BTS… for giving me inspiration and re-igniting my passion to write again. (Gif credit to original owner.)

02. Kim SeokJin - Mama Mo’s

03. Min Yoongi - You’re Mine

04. Jung HoSeok - My Hope

05. Park Jimin - Awkwardly Perfect

06. Kim TaeHyung - The BPP

07. Jeon JungKook - Call Me Kookie

08. BTS - Hawaiian Thunderstorm

Originally posted by trash-for-bangtan

Must Have Energy

Prompt: The heater broke and I’m freezing get over here!

Pairing: Kim NamJoon x Reader

Genre: Fluff, oneshot (smut light)

Word Count: 4.1K

“Come ooooon….” you whined into the phone.

“I seriously don’t know what you expect me to do!” NamJoon laughed on the other end.

“You’re a man!  Men fix things!  So fix it for me!” You knew you were being unreasonable, but the chill creeping into your bones was no joke.

“Well… I can’t argue with logic like that,” he laughed again. You rolled your eyes.

“Are you coming or not?”

“Let me see what I have and I’ll head over… I can’t promise anything though.”  You sighed in relief.

“Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you,” you shot out as fast as you can.  “Hopefully I won’t be a popsicle by the time you get here.”

“Hurry up… got it!” You could practically hear the smirk on his face. “See you in a few…”

“Minutes right? Not hours!?” you shot back.  He just laughed.

“Go put on a coat or something… the longer I’m on the phone, the longer it’ll take me to get there…”

“BYE!” you said a little too loudly, immediately hanging up.  Thank God for NamJoon.  You don’t know what you would do right now if he wasn’t an option.  Why did the heater have to go out now… in the middle of a frickin’ snowstorm!? You had no money to hire a professional, who would charge overtime because it was a weekend… and you had no clue how to fix anything!

At least with Joon there was a chance of success… a pretty high chance… well… 50-50 maybe.  You didn’t know him all that well, but you had hung out a few times… and when you were with a group, you managed to find each other and would go into your own little world sometimes.  He was sweet, and funny, and the dude was a genius.  He never tired of telling you about the latest books he’d read or the random information about some tree as you walked past one in the park.  But could you trust him not to burn the house down?

You shook your head. Who cares if he burned the house down!? Then you’d at least be warm again!  You had on a t-shirt under a sweater and leggings on under your jeans, fuzzy socks on your feet tucked into fuzzy slippers, and you were still starting to shiver.

You should have called him earlier!  You were just hoping against hope that the heater would fix itself this morning, and now that it was afternoon, you were desperate.  Instead of a coat, as NamJoon suggested, you grabbed the comforter off your bed and snuggled in to wait on the couch.  At least the power wasn’t out… you flipped on the TV hoping there was a show about the tropics or something that would mentally warm you while you waited.

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other needs (robb stark au)

i know this is rlly short and i swear i will write a robb smut soon but pls enjoy this for now! (tw: creepy guy that you can imagine as ramsay)

(no gifs are mine!!!!!!!!!)

“I kept getting harassed by some creepy person as I was trying to study and they’re picking up on my ‘fuck off vibes’ and I started to actually get scared and then you put a coffee in front of my face and called me babe and scared them away thank you please let me buy you a new on one oh you have a really cute smile when you’re shy” ft Robb Stark (@papalogia)

You’ve been in the library for about two hours, and so has this creep. This shaggy brown-haired creep who’s sitting two tables away and can’t seem to stop looking you up and down. He’s been whistling at you every now and again, winking when you turn to glare at him. He’s making your skin crawl and yet you’re still sitting here because you desperately need to study.

“Come on, don’t be like that, love,” he whispers to you, a large smirk on his lips as he watches you grow more and more uncomfortable. “That’s only making me hotter.”

“You’re fucking disgusting,” you glare at him, gritting your teeth as he laughs wildly.

“Come on, don’t tell me you’re not into that. You look like someone who’s into the kinky–”

“Hey, babe,” you hear a gentle voice next to you. You turn your head and are met with a soft, gently smile and a cup of coffee next to your books. You’re about to tell him he’s got the wrong person when he places an arm around your shoulder. “Sorry I got here so late. I got caught up with my Chem study group. Is everything alright?”

Oh bless his pure soul… and his adorable accent. You almost sigh in relief as a genuine smile makes its way onto your face.

“It’s okay,” you chuckle, enjoying the red tints of his cheeks. “I was a little worried about you, but I’m fine now. I’ve just got a lot to study.”

“I know, love, I know. I’m not here to distract you, so get to your studying. I’ll do the same on my end,” he smiles and looks up, only to see the creep storming off in another direction. “And the coast is clear. Phew!”

“Holy shit, thank you so much,” you smile widely at him, letting out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding. “I was so scared.”

“I walked into the library about 20 minutes ago and I saw him here, that son of a bitch. I have a class with him and he’s absolutely terrible,” he shakes his head, muttering some curses under his breath.

“Yeah, not the classiest guy I’ve ever come across,” a shudder runs through you as you think of what else that character would’ve said… or done.

“Hey, he’s gone now. And if you’re ever walking to class or to your apartment or anywhere really and you come across him, please,” he pulls out a sheet of paper and scribbles something on it before handing it to you. “Please feel free to call or text me any time.”

“Thank you, this is so sweet of you,” you smile widely at him and he blushes, telling you how he’s happy to help. “And am I allowed to know your name?”

“My name? Oh god,” he laughs, embarrassed that he’s forgotten. “I’m so sorry I didn’t mention it yet. My name’s Robb.”

“Well, to be fair, you were busy saving me from that monster so I guess you’re forgiven,” you smile and hold out your hand to him. “Nice to meet you, Robb. My name is Y/N.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” he smiles and takes your hand in his, kissing your knuckles before slowly letting go.

“Your adorable charm mixed with that accent and those eyes and that hair… are you trying to kill me?” You raise a brow at him and he blushes, earning a playful groan from you. “How can I forget the blushing?”

“Come on,” he laughs and covers his cheeks with his hands, trying to calm himself down. “With a beauty like yourself, how am I not supposed to turn red?”

“You are so cute oh my god,” you whisper and grab a hold of his arm. “Come on, let my buy you a coffee.”

Originally posted by robbstarkmademedoit

“Oh but I thought you needed to study?” He raises a brow at you as you start putting your books away.

“Oh, I do need to study. But I have other needs as well,” you smirk and stand up, brushing your hips against his shoulder as you squeeze out of your seat. “And I promised myself I wouldn’t sleep without a guy before going on a date with him.”

You turned around and walked away but you didn’t need to look back to know that Robb scrambled out of his seat to walk after you… well he tripped but you could look past that. 

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23. Mourning

It takes Mulder a moment, as confused as he still occasionally is, to process that Scully is walking away from him, down the hallway, towards the elevator. There’s a momentary flash of annoyance- how can she just leave after a confession like that? But it’s tempered, quickly, by the realization that they’ve both been through a hell of a lot in the past few weeks. It’s perfectly understandable that she might be at least a little uneasy around him for a bit.

“Scully,” he calls, and she stops, looking back over her shoulder curiously. “Where are you going?” She blushes softly.

“I, uh….” She looks down, fidgeting adorably. “I wasn’t sure if maybe you wanted to be alone.” Her eyes raise tentatively to his. “I mean… she was your ex-wife, Mulder. I thought maybe you’d want me to let you grieve on your own for a little while.”

“Scully,” he says, holding out his hand to her, “get back here.” Her face relaxes into a smile, and she turns fully, walking back down to his apartment door with a pleased flush on her face. He takes her hand and draws her close to him, sliding his arms around her. Holding her close, Mulder backs into his apartment, kicking the door shut behind them. “It’s not that I don’t appreciate the sentiment,” he murmurs into her hair. “But I honestly can’t think of anything that wouldn’t be easier for me to handle with you by my side.”

“I just… I wasn’t sure,” Scully says softly. “I thought that maybe… with what you saw, the life that you told me that you dreamed of on that table… you might need time to sort things out.” Inwardly, Mulder curses himself for ever having told her the details of his bizarre, disjointed hallucinations.

“That wasn’t me, Scully,” he assures her. “There’s no universe possible where I would walk away from you just because Spender told me I had to. If any of that had been real, one way or another, I would have found my way back to you.” His right hand slips down between them, coming to rest on her belly, which is ever so slightly larger now than it had been when this entire mess had begun. “I would have found my way back to both of you.” Scully squeezes him closer, and he hears her sniffling into his chest. “I don’t know where Spender got the idea that I would ever have chosen a life with Diana, but he was wrong. The only part of that dream with any ring of truth to it was the end- where you came in and kicked my ass for being an idiot.” Scully laughs.

“That does sound closer to reality,” she admits. She pulls away from him, discretely wiping her eyes on her sleeve. “I’m sorry,” she sighs. “I know that whatever Spender put in your head wasn’t there because you wanted it to be. I’m being stupid about this.”

“You’re not,” Mulder promises her. “I’d probably be a little uncomfortable, too, if the situation were reversed.” She nods.

“Skinner says he’ll let you know when he finds out about Diana’s funeral arrangements,” she tells him. “Her family is taking her body back to New Hampshire, but there’s going to be a service here first.” She looks up at him, biting her lip. “I could… I could go with you,” she suggests. “If you want.” He smiles, bending to kiss her forehead again.

“Of course,” he says. “You don’t have to get back to the office right away, do you?” She raises an eyebrow at him.

“Probably not,” she says. “I’m not doing much other than paperwork, not until you’re cleared to be back in the field. Why?” Mulder grins at her, leading her further into his apartment, towards his bedroom door. She pulls away almost immediately.

“Mulder, no,” she says sternly. “You’ve been out of the hospital for less than a week. You’re not ready for that sort of physical exertion yet.”

“Who said anything about exerting myself?” he asks her. “I was planning on letting you do all the work.”


“Come on, Scully,” he cajoles her. “I haven’t been allowed to touch you in weeks. I promise, I’ll just lie there. I won’t move.” 

“Just what every woman longs to hear from her lover,” grouses Scully. Mulder focuses on looking as sad and pathetic as possible, and finally, Scully heaves a sigh. “No movement,” she instructs him. “If you start getting out of breath, even a little bit, we’re stopping. Am I clear?”

“Crystal,” Mulder promises.

All in all, he thinks, he does a decent job obeying Scully’s orders. She has to stop, once or twice, until he’s mastered himself… but really, he challenges any man (or woman, for that matter) to keep completely calm and still with a woman like Scully sitting astride him. Mulder is the king of believing the strange and the unlikely, but this is one thing he’s fulling willing to admit is absolutely impossible.


Diana’s service is surprisingly well-attended, given that she had only been back in the country (supposedly) for less than two years. Most of the attendees are fellow agents, from a variety of departments and divisions. Both Skinner and Kersh are among them. Skinner nods cordially to Mulder and Scully; Kersh steadfastly ignores them both.

A few members of Diana’s extended family, those who live nearby, are also in attendance, as well as, of course, her parents. Stephen and Barbara Fowley stand at the front of the church, a receiving line of two, greeting mourners with austere and straight-backed dignity, and Mulder heads straight towards them. Scully holds back for a moment, nervous, but Mulder takes her by the elbow, smiling reassuringly down at her.

“It’s fine, Scully,” he tells her. “I want you with me.” She nods and follows him, aware of Skinner’s eyes on them as Mulder’s hand settles at the small of her back. Stomach knotted with apprehension, they approach the bereaved parents, and Scully reminds herself, as her breath comes more quickly, that this meeting will be far more difficult for Mulder than for her. Not for the first time, she’s thankful that she’s not really showing (at least, not to people who don’t already know her well), because she doubts that Mr. and Mrs. Fowley are ignorant as to the cause of the demise of her daughter’s marriage, and this meeting is likely to be awkward enough as it is.

Diana’s parents both offer a tight smile as Mulder approaches. “Thank you for coming, Fox,” says Mrs. Fowley. “It’s good to see you. Diana told us that you’d been working together again.” She kisses Mulder stiffly, then steps back to allow him to shake her husband’s hand. Mulder reaches out and draws Scully forward with the hand at her back again.

“This is my partner, Dana Scully,” he says. “She’s been on the X-Files with me for the past seven years.” 

“I’m so sorry for your loss, Mr. and Mrs. Fowley,” Scully says. “Diana was an excellent agent.” As she reaches out to shake Mrs. Fowley’s hand, the older woman swiftly looks her up and down, her jaw clenched tightly, and Scully realizes, with a sinking feeling in her stomach, that Diana has, at some point in the past year and a half, confided quite a bit in her mother, at least where her former husband was concerned.

“Yes, Diana mentioned to us that you were… working with someone new, Fox,” Barbara Fowley says, her voice suddenly icy. “It’s good to know that you feel able to give someone what you denied our daughter.” Mulder looks distraught.

“Barb, that’s enough,” hisses Mr. Fowley. 

“Barbara,” says Mulder, “I didn’t- I never meant to-”

“It’s all right, Fox,” says Mr. Fowley, his hand on his wife’s arm. “We understand that there was more going on in Diana’s marriage than what she shared with us.” Barbara Fowley snorts derisively, but her husband ignores this. “We’re just grateful that the two of you were on good terms before this happened.” Mulder nods, thankful for the rescue from Mrs. Fowley’s anger, and he and Scully move quickly away, allowing the next people in line to give their condolences.

“Mulder, are you all right?” Scully asks, as they make their way to a pew near the back of the church. He nods, though he still looks as though he’s likely to either cry or vomit at any moment.

“I just never realized,” he says quietly, as they take their seats, “how much Diana had told them. They always treated me as if I were their own son, when we were married… I guess that explains why they cut off contact completely when we divorced.” Scully reaches over and takes his hand, and he smiles shakily at her. “Guess it’s a good thing your mom likes me so much, huh?”

“My mother loves you, Mulder,” Scully assures him. “And so do I.”

The service is brief, and with Diana’s body headed up to New Hampshire for burial, there’s no procession to the cemetery. There’s no invitation back to anyone’s home for refreshments, either; a small spread of fruit, danishes, and coffee is offered in the church basement, but Mulder and Scully elect to skip this and go straight home. It’s Mulder’s first trip out of his apartment since being discharged from the hospital, and already, his head has begun to ache.

As they’re making their way across the narthex, Scully catches sight of Skinner standing across the vestibule, watching them closely, his expression unreadable. He seems to be scrutinizing Scully in particular, and she nods to him, but instead of returning the gesture, Skinner strides briskly over to them.

“Agent Mulder, I trust you’re recovering well?” he asks.

“Yes, Sir,” Mulder replies. He grins down at Scully. “I’m told I should be back in the office in a week, if I listen to my doctor and take it easy.”

“That’s a big ‘if,’“ says Scully, and Mulder laughs. Skinner, however, barely cracks a smile.

“That’s good to hear,” he says. “Because I’ll need to see you in my office the moment you return to work. Both of you.” Without another word, Skinner turns and walks away, joining the mourners heading for the church basement. Mulder looks nervously at Scully.

“I think he knows,” he whispers, as they leave the building. “Did you see the way he was looking at you, before he came over to talk to us? He looked right at your stomach.”

“It doesn’t matter if he knows or not, Mulder,” says Scully. “He’s legally forbidden to ask me whether or not I’m pregnant, and he’s definitely forbidden to ask me who the father is.”

“Yeah, but this is Skinner we’re talking about, Scully,” says Mulder. “He’s stretched the meaning of ‘legal’ on more than one occasion.”

“That was to help us,” counters Scully, and Mulder laughs.

“Exactly,” he says. “If he’s that willing to stretch laws when it’s to help us, how much further do you think he’ll be willing to stretch them if it’s to kick our asses?”

Disposable pt 8

Being friends with benefits with Min Yoongi can be complicated (at best) by itself. But when you accidentally tell your family (and his boss) that the two of you are dating, things get messy.

Angst, fluff, slight smut at times.

Yoongi x Reader

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

You woke to the sound of birds chirping and light breathing–neither of which made much sense to your sleepy brain. The only birds you usually heard outside the apartment you lived in were pidgins and the occasional angry crow, nothing like the things singing outside currently. But the breathing was much more concerning. 

You opened your eyes slowly to find yourself eye-level with Min Yoongi’s lips. Oh god. This was bad. You looked further up, and let out a sigh of relief when you saw that his eyes were closed. He would probably murder you if he knew that you had been sleeping half on top of him–with your hand clinging to his shirt no less!

You carefully moved his hand away from where it had been resting on your hip, and then a thought occurred to you. Min Yoongi cuddled in his sleep. It wasn’t just you rolling over on top of him, he had put his arm around you. You fought back a smile. What would he have done if he had woken up first? Screamed, probably.

The mental image was an amusing one, and put you in a good mood (but you were also glad that you had woken up first, not the other way around).

There was a knock on the door, and you froze half-way out of bed. 

“Are you two up? Are you decent? I don’t want to walk in on anything.” It was Hoseok’s voice, and you were about to get up when an arm wrapped around your waist. 

“Come in.” Yoongi said, pulling you closer. Damn he was good at the whole “adoring boyfriend” thing.

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cosmically fond. #1

Originally posted by haru-haru10

drabble #1.

  • pairing: alien!taehyung x reader.
  • genre: fluff galore.
  • words: 1.520
  • summary: you help taehyung battle a devious enemy.

–> #2

“Human! Human, you must help me at once!”

On a quiet Saturday afternoon - a rare day off you had acquired from your usual hectic and bustling schedule – your small apartment was once again interrupted by the deep, gravelly voice you had grown so familiar with over the past five, long months.

Without tearing your gaze from the pages of the worn book nestled on your lap, the words practically begging for you to keep your attention solely on them; to not look up at the current hustling body running into your room in a rather frantic state, you sighed deeply in return.

“Human! I am under attack! The enemy is fighting back with lethal force.”

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