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Just a Secretary Tommy x Reader

Here’s my Tommy fic that I’ve made all of you wonderful people wait too long for.

Request: OK so here it is: Tommy being in love with a younger reader and being like super protective/jealous of her around Finn and Michael and smut happening cause she’s a teaser

Hope this is OK anon. I changed it a bit unknowingly.

Warnings: Cursing, terribly written smut

Walking into Shelby Brother Limited, I took off my hat, shaking the drops of rain off my shoulders before hanging my coat up on the hook.

“Good morning boys.” Finn was sitting on Michaels desk, talking in hushed whispers. They both turned towards me, smiles stretching across their faces.

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TAKE ME TO CHURCH

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warning(s): super light smut but smut nonetheless, slightly NSFW, fluff, 

Word Count: 892

Author’s Note: this is my entry for @soldatbarnes‘ writing challenge! hope you all enjoy! based off the song “take me to church” by hozier.  this is so different to anything i’ve ever written before but i kind of like it.  please let me know your thoughts!

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Mom - Auston Matthews

Requested by anon: Hello!! I love your writing!! Do you kind writing a Auston Matthews imagine where he introduces the reader to his family and his mom doesn’t like the reader so she has to try to win her over?? Hopefully that makes sense!!! Thanks so much!!!

A/N: I’m so sorry it took so long, I’m awful. I hope you like it!

Word count: 1432

Warnings: None. I think. I mean, momma Matthews is mad.

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“Oh my god (y/n), stop cleaning,” Auston whines from his spot on the couch. “You are going to wear out the floors if you keep vacuuming.”

I grunt, hitting his feet with the nozzle until he gives in and puts his feet up on the table that I have just wiped.

“Auston, put your feet down!” I scold him and he rolls his eyes, putting his feet on the floor after I’ve vacuumed under them.

“I don’t understand why are freaking out. It’s my family, not the Queen of England.” He says, looking down at his phone.

Yeah, it is easy for him to say, but I’m about to have a mental breakdown. I’ve been dating Auston for five months now and it’s been great so far,ut when he told me that his family is coming to visit from Arizona I got into full crazy mode. I’ve cleaned his house at least ten times in the last three days, bought fresh flowers, changed all the sheets and made beds for everyone, got snacks and food for everybody… And I’m more anxious by the minute.

“I don’t have to impress the Queen of England.” I mutter, dusting the top of the TV again.

“They are going to love you, (y/n).” Auston says, getting on his feet and wrapping his arms around my waist while I straighten a pile of pucks that are sitting on the TV stand.

“I hope so.”


 

I look at the mirror one last time, looking for flaws on my outfit. Auston and I decided that it would be best for me to meet his parents and sisters at dinner so he could spend time with them first. We are going to Auston’s favorite steak house. I decided that a pair of jeans, a nice blouse and booties would be an okay outfit, it was simple and it didn’t scream I tried too hard.

“C’mon (y/n), you can do this.” I cheer at my reflection, grabbing my keys from the small hooks on the wall and stepping out my small apartment.

The steak house isn’t far away from my place, so I decide to walk there. It only takes me ten minutes to get there and I’m five minutes early… that’s good, right? I’m early… I didn’t make them wait… I’m so worried about causing a good impression that I don’t even realize that they are here until Auston touches my arm.

“(y/n).” My name rolls in his mouth, waking me up from my trance. “(y/n), these are sisters, Alexandria and Breyana, and my mom and dad, Ema and Brian.”

I smile, extending my hand to shake everyone’s hands, but Breyana walks up to me and hugs me leaving me speechless for a second.

“It’s so nice to meet you, (y/n). “ She says, rubbing my back with her hands. “Auston doesn’t stop talking about you.”

I feel like I’m blushing and I give everyone a shy smile, earning smiles from everyone but Ema.

“Let’s get inside.” Ema’s accent is thick, but it is easy to understand.

I sit between Breyana and Auston, Ema in front of me. We order our drinks and Auston and I give them time to choose what they want from the menu; Auston and I already know what we want. I can’t help it but to smile when Brian orders for Ema so she doesn’t have to repeat herself if the waiter doesn’t understand her the first time around.

“So (y/n), what do you do for living?” Brian asks, taking a sip of his beer.

“I’m a student.” I answer. “Sports management.”

I don’t realize that I’m nervous until Auston puts his hand on my leg to stop me from jerking it any longer. I look at him and he gives me a reassuring smile, squeezing my thigh softly.

“Oh, so you are planning on working with athletes! She could be your manager, Aus!” Alexandria says cheerily and I smile, shaking my head.

“Auston doesn’t need a new manager.” Ema’s voice is sharp; she almost sounds mad.

I look at her, trying to decipher if she is actually annoyed or not. She is looking straight at me, a frown visible on his face.

“I actually want to work with teams, not athletes.” I say, nervously playing with my rings.

“I’m sure that Auston could help you get into the Maple Leafs team.” Brian comments and Ema’s frown deepens.


 

I’m sitting next to Ema watching the game. Auston has got tickets for all of us, even thought I told him that it wasn’t necessary, that I could get my own ticket. To be honest, I don’t want to be here; I can feel Ema’s discontent with me from a thousand miles away. I’ve tried to make her like me… not even like me, tolerate me, for the last three days and nothing has worked.

The game is tied to one with only two minutes left on the clock. I try to focus on the game, but I’m too busy trying to be as invisible as possible, answering Brian, Breyana and Alexandria’s questions with the smallest amount of words as I possibl can so I don’t say anything that can upset Ema any further. I’m so focus on barely breathing that I don’t even realize that Auston has scored until everyone have jumped off their seats. I get on my feet and applaud, trying to ignore Ema’s disappointed look.


 

“I’m going to bed.” Auston says, getting up from the couch where he is sitting and kissing my temple. “You staying?”

“No, I should leave.” I say, shaking my head and he frowns but doesn’t say anything else.

“Good night, everyone.” He kisses his mom and sisters good night and walks to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

Before I can get up and leave Breyana, Alexandria and Brian excuse themselves as well and go to their rooms, leaving me alone with Ema. I sit there, trying to figure out what to say or do.

“I think that you should go.” Ema says. “For good.”

“For good?” I wonder, feeling sick on my stomach.

“Yes, before you hurt my son.” Her answer stinks deep inside my soul.

“I would never hurt your son on purpose.” I defend myself, getting on my feet. “I love your son.”

“You love his money, his fame and his contacts.” Ema’s accent is even thicker when she is mad and I feel even sicker than before.

“I have never asked him for anything, Ema. Neither do I want him to find me a job.” I say, rising up my voice. “We met on the coffee shop I work on. He kept coming and coming and coming, asking for a large Americano and my number and he didn’t stop until I agreed to give him my number and go on a date with him. Yes, I knew who he was, if I would have wanted to take advantage of him I would have agreed to go on a date the first time he asked.”

Ema and I stare at each other for what it seems like years, trying to read each other’s expressions. It doesn’t seem like Ema has anything else to say, so I grab my coat from the back on the chair it is on and walk towards the front door when I hear her.

“(y/n)… you should stay.” She says and I turn around. “I’m making churros for breakfast.”

I look at her again, but she seems sincere so I nod and hang my coat on the entry’s closet and take my boots off, leaving them on the shoe rack.

“Good night, Ema.” I whisper, realizing that I’ve been yelling all the time.

“Buenas noches, mija.” She answers, giving me a shy smile.

I open Auston’s door and step in, shutting it behind me and leaning on it.

“Come here, baby.” Auston says from the bed, patting the spot next to him. “My mom is scary when she is mad.”

“No kidding.” I say, taking my jeans off and getting in bed besides him.

“Make your banana pancakes for her tomorrow and she will fall in love with you.” He tells me, wrapping his arms around my body.

“That’s how I made you fell in love with me?” I wonder, laughing softly.

“Pretty much.” He jokes and I hit his chest. “I love you, (y/n). And my mom will love you too, just give her a little time to stop being overprotective over his baby boy.”

“She won me over when she said churros, to be honest.”

The Vanilla Chronicles: Jeon Jungkook ~Happy One Month!!~

Prompt: A series start on my other blog but will be finished on here // Jungkook overhears Y/N talking about their sex life and he finds out it isn’t as good as he thought it was.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warning: public sex, 

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Babysitting & T-Shirts

Author’s Note: Y’all don’t know how hard it is for me to write Jonathan because my go to ST character is Steve. Like wowza. Anyways, like always, I hope you like it!!!  Also, I wrote in first person for a change.

Prompt: 57-“Is that my shirt?”  65-“ Did you do something different with your hair?” 36-“I’m so in love with you.”

Paring: Jonathan Byers x Reader

Word Count: 1208

Warnings: probably just cussing

The wind started picking up, blowing my hair across my face as I made my way up the Wheeler’s driveway. Pulling my black coat tighter around my chest, I  knocked on the door wishing Nancy would hurry up and let me in. Damn, it was freezing tonight. Whatever, I just needed to get inside and out of this cold. I’d warm up in no time if tonight’s babysitting gig is like the last one, which went a little like me chasing Dustin and Lucas around the house as they tried keeping the “final roll” dice from Mike.  God, I wished Nance didn’t have a date with Steve that night, I really needed an extra hand.

The door swung open pulling me from my thoughts, Mike’s face falling when he realized I wasn’t one of the party.

“Oh, come on in y/n. Nancy’s upstairs if you wanna let her know you’re here.” the young boy shut the door behind me as I started for the stairs.

“Mike! Lock the door before you head back to the living room!” I called out over my shoulder, running up the stairs to Nancy’s room.

“Hey Nance!” I announce my arrival, plopping down at the foot of her bed.

“Hey! Hope you don’t mind, I invited Jonathan over too, to help with the kids.” She kept her focus on the history book in front of her, “Steve told me that Dustin told him that Will was getting a little distant again and I figured he might feel more comfortable ya know? With his brother here and all.”

“Aw man, sucks that he’s getting like that again.. But yeah good call. But dammit Nance you should’ve given me a heads up! Now he’s gonna see me all-”

“Woah! Did you do something different with your hair?! I mean obviously you did, but what did you do?” her eyes nearly shot out of her head as she eyed my new hairdo. I nearly forgot I even got it done.

“Oh uhh yeah. I went for my hair trim today and my stylist, you know Jen. Well anyways, she wanted to try out this new coloring thing she had so I let her at it. It’s not too bad right? Oh god, I hope Jonathan doesn’t think it’s bad.” I rambled on and on about Jonathan so much I’m surprised Nance hasn’t snapped yet. I guess it’s because she knows I listen to her rant about Steve, so we’re practically even.

“Would you cut it out?,” She groans, rising from the bed as we heard voices coming from downstairs signaling more of the kids just arrived. “I swear y/n, you can’t see it but he likes you too. Hell, he probably loves you just as much as you love him. You’re both just too blind to see it.”

She leaves through the door before I even had a chance to process what she just said. There’s no way Jonathan likes, let alone loves, me back. Ugh, this is all too much. I just want to babysit a bunch of twerps playing D&D and get paid.

By the time I got downstairs the whole gang was here and already had their games set up and running. Jonathan was with Nancy in the kitchen so I decided that’s where I should go.

“Hey y/n!” Jonathan smiles as I walk over to him.

“Hey.” I smile back, shifting my gaze to Nancy who was currently looking between Jonathan and I, raising an eyebrow at me.

I roll my eyes and make my way back to the living room to hang my coat, I hadn’t even realized I was still wearing it. Jonathan and Nancy followed suit and took seats on the empty couches.

“I rolled a three! That means I’m safe!” Max shouted, oh god here we go…

“No! That means yo-”

“Lucas told me it means I’m safe! You can’t just go changing the rules Mike!”

I can’t help but shake my head at their bickering. Those two will be the end of me. Turning back around I decide to interject my own opinion.

“From the looks of it, seems to me that Lucas is the one who was actually in the wrong here.” I raise my brow at Lucas, who’s now being stared down by both Mike and Max. “But! Who actually cares since this round doesn’t count. So shut it.”

“How does she know it doesn’t count?” Will asked, brows furrowed together in confusion.

“Oh I told her. Yeah, she pays attention more than you guys think. I think it’s kind of cool.” Dustin sends you a wide grin, “But she’s right. It doesn’t count do can you dipshits stop yelling and just continue the game?”

Walking past their game, I take a seat next to a wide eyed Jonathan.

“Wow, you really know how to take charge with them, huh?” He questions, laying back into the couch.

“Yeah I guess. I don’t know, they’re all great kids. They just need a firm authoritative figure when things get a bit shouty.” I laugh, turning to see his brows furrowed in confusion. With this expression, him and Will look so alike.

“Is that my shirt?” He points to The Clash t-shirt I was wearing.

“Oh yeah, I think so. I was spilt cherry soda on myself the other day when I was watching the kid’s and Will gave me it to wear.” I felt the blood rush to my face, embarrassment making it’s way in, “Sorry, I probably should’ve given back by now. It’s just super comfortable and one of my favorite now.”

I tried to laugh it off as Jonathan joined me.

“It’s cool. Looks nicer on you than it did on me. You should keep it,” his hand settled on my arm. “I wasn’t sure if you listened to The Crash or if it was mine.”

“Oh don’t let this fool you. I love The Crash so I really lucked out with this one.”

Despite me thinking it was impossible, Jonathan’s smile grew even wider, “God I’m so in love with you.”

The moment those words left his lips my eyes shot wide open and my mouth hung agape. Registering what he just said, Jonathan slaps a hand over his mouth, his eyes shooting as wide as mine.

“Oh my.. Y/N, I’m sorry I don’t know why I-”

“I think I love you too Jonathan.” Cutting him off, I took his hand in mine and laid it on my lap.

“Y/N, you don’t have to say that just because I said it.”

“NO, SHE MEANS IT! SHE’S BEEN IN LOVE WITH YOU FOR MONTHS, JUST LIKE YOU’VE BEEN IN LOVE WITH HER!” Nance’s voice ringed from the kitchen.

“Wait, y/n and Jonathan are in love?!” Max’s voice cut off the current arguing about who’s owlbear was better. Suddenly all eyes were on you two, your hands still intertwined on your lap.

Clearing his throat, Jonathan spoke up. “Uhh, yeah I guess we are.” He let out a breathy laugh, turning towards you then back to the group.

“Well, I’m just glad you guys finally picked up on it.” Will stated, turning back to the cards in his hand.

Late Night Cravings (Feysand)

Anonymous asked: “ Prompt: Fluffy Feysand! Pregnant Feyre with crazy cravings in the middle of the night and Rhys running all over town to find what his wife wants. Love me some feysand faebies ❤”

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Slipping my feet into the first set of shoes I saw, I called back to my mate to confirm her request one last time.

“Darling, you’re sure you want macaroons? At three in the morning?”

“I’m sure!” She sing-songed back, and I groaned. Her cravings had only gotten more and more obscure as time went on, and now that she was seven months pregnant, I was frequently being sent on late night excursions for whatever she hankered for that night.

“Okay, my love. I’ll be back… At some point.” I slung a jacket over my shoulders before winnowing to her favorite bakery. I knocked as quietly as I could, a light flicking to life in the second story window. I rocked back on my heels and waited a few minutes for the owner to shuffle to the door.

“What is it, what do you- Oh!” Startled, the young Fae nearly dropped the candle she held. “High Lord, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize.”

I smiled politely at her. “Not a problem, Tasha. I apologize for waking you.”

“No need to apologize,” she said, stepping to the side and allowing me inside. “What can I do for you?”

“You wouldn’t happen to have any macaroons left from yesterday, would you?” It was a long shot; Tasha’s macaroons were near famous and by far the best in all of Velaris.

“Late night cravings?” She inquired, and I nodded. She chucked, shaking her head. “I wish I could help you, but I haven’t any left. Though you could check with Jay down the block, he might have some extras at his shop.”

I pressed a silver coin into her palm. “Thank you for your trouble. Sleep tight, Tasha.”

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It took me over an hour before I finally found what must have been the last macaroon in the entire city. Three other bakeries I’d visited had also had none left, and I was almost ready to give up.

The last bakery I visited was a tiny little hole in the wall, tucked back in a lesser known corner of the Rainbow. The baker had one single lemon flavored macaroon left, and I almost kissed him out of thankfulness.  I paid the baker four times what he usually charged, winnowing immediately back to the townhouse.

“Feyre?” I whispered, hanging my coat on the hook in the foyer and silently padding up the stairs. “Darling, I found you a macaroon.” Peeking my head into our room, I let out a defeated sigh. She’d fallen back asleep, her arms wrapped securely around my pillow.

Setting the paper bag on her nightstand, I stripped off my shirt and pants before crawling under the covers and snuggling up to her.

“Goodnight, my crazy, macaroon craving mate.”

10

A Home of Our Own

“I gave you a rare gift…”

I told you- Ethan Cutkosky

Two days ago, I told Ethan that I did not “dare” him to run out in the rain in just his boxers because he would get sick. Two days ago, Ethan took that as me daring him to run in the rain in just his boxers. One day ago, Ethan developed a stuffy nose and a sore throat.

“Eth, you need to take your medicine to get all better,” I felt like I was talking to a 5 year old, he was acting like one anyways.

“I don’t wanna, it’s gross,” he whined, his voice was hoarse. I waved the spoon in front of his face causing his nose to scrunch up in disgust. He laughed at my unamused expression, which sent him into a deep coughing fit. I patted his back, wanting him to just get it all out.

“Ethan…” I warned, raising my eyebrows, he groaned but opened his mouth, accepting the spoonful of medicine. After he swallowed it, he closed his eyes, threw his head back and stuck his tongue out from the side of his mouth.

I stood there, watching him, deciding that I would just wait to let him explain.

“I just died because it tasted so horrible,” he explained, he giggled at his own joke.

“Was it really that bad?” Was medicine really that gross? I couldn’t remember the last time I took cold medicine.

“Worst thing I’ve ever done,” he responded matter of factly.

“I told you not to run in the rain…”
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*2 hours later*

“Ethaaaaaan, I’m home,” as usual I called out to him, waiting for his response, I doubted that he would be asleep the whole time.

After hanging up my coat, keys and bag, I walked into the living room, expecting to see Ethan on the couch, where I had left him. After he had fallen asleep I decided to go to the store and get everything I needed to make him a nice soup.

“Ethan?” I called out again. Again, no answer.

As quickly as I could, I put the groceries away, growing anxious to see how Ethan was doing. Deciding that he was probably in bed, I climbed the stairs, making my way to our bedroom.

My angel was curled up in bed, he clutched a pillow to his chest, his eyebrows were furrowed, eyes shut and lips slightly parted. A blue beanie was placed on his head, pushing his hair away from his face, he wore a gray sweatshirt that was a little too big. The covers were pulled up to his neck, he looked so cozy under the mounds of blankets. As quietly as I could, I made my way to him and sat on the edge next to him.

His cute little nose was red, contrasting the paleness of the rest of his face. My eyes wandered to the box of tissues by his head, then I noticed that in one of his hands he was loosely holding a tissue. I brought the back of my hand to his forehead, feeling the hot clammy skin. My hand moved down to his cheek, caressing his soft skin, Ethan nuzzled his cheek further into my hand.

Are you feeling any better since this morning?“ My voice was soothing and gentle, despite feeling worried and anxious. Although it was just the common cold, seeing Ethan sick was one of the worst feelings.

“Not really, I’m okay though ” he croaked, his eyes remained closed.

I could tell that Ethan’s demeanor did a complete 360 from this morning, it was probably because he felt worse. My heart ached, I knew he wanted to be his usual bright, playful self but he couldn’t. I didn’t expect him to be in a good mood when he was sick, which is why I was so confused when he was fine this morning.

I continued gently stroking his cheek for a few minutes before deciding to get him more medicine and make him a cup of tea.

Before getting up I pressed a light kiss on his forehead, as I began to stand up Ethan gently grabbed my wrist, “No, stay. Please?”.

His gaze slowly rose from his hand holding my wrist, greeting me with his cool grey eyes. Mostly his eyes were blue, a very light blue, but they would darken to a grey shade depending on his mood and the clothes he wore. Sometimes, every so often, they’d look green. Today, Ethan’s eyes were an icy grey, his pupils weren’t as dilated as they usually were.

“You’re a lot less energetic than this morning,” I chuckled softly, peering down at him, taking a seat next to him again.

“I didn’t feel half as shitty as I do now, also I got grumpy because you were gone, also because I watched the episode where Michael leaves The Office,” his tone was light.

Before I could respond Ethan said, “Will you lay down with me? Please”.

As soon as I nodded, Ethan scooted over to his side of the bed, leaving a big space between us.

He must have noticed my confused expression as I climbed into our bed because he said, “I want to cuddle more than anything, but I don’t wanna get you sick”.

As irresponsible as it was, I didn’t care if Ethan got me sick. All I wanted was to make him feel as comfortable as he could under the circumstances.

“Come here,” I whispered, holding my arms wide open.

“You’re going to get sick, babe” he replied, sighing lightly.

“I don’t care,” I softly objected, I added “Pleeeease?” knowing that that would get him.

“Okay,” Ethan made his way into my arms.

Regularly, Ethan was the big spoon, on rare occasions I got to be the big spoon. Being wrapped in Ethan’s arms was my favorite place to be, Ethan would always tell me how much he loved to hold me. That was just the way it was most often. Getting to hold him felt good too, in a way I felt like I was protecting him, he was my cute little baby and being able to cuddle him felt very rewarding.

“Ethan?” I asked after a few minutes of laying in silence, checking to see if he was still awake.

“Yes?” his voice was throaty, reminding me just how sick he was. He flipped over, facing me to give me his full attention.

“Nothing, I just wanted to see if you were asleep…” my eyes studied his face as he studied mine.

“Oh…I missed you,” he brought his hand up to tuck a piece of my hair behind my ear.

“I missed you too, Eth” my grin grew bigger, even though I didn’t think that was possible.

Ethan’s smile mirrored mine, I scooted closer to him so that our foreheads touched. He took his bottom lip between his teeth, then released it. I pulled away so that I could run my thumb over his plump bottom lip, his lips were irresistible. But I knew I couldn’t just kiss him because he would tell me how “I was going to get sick and blah blah”.

I could feel his eyes on me. His mouth was parted slightly, he brought one of his hands to where my jawline met my neck, his thumb ran back and forth across my cheek.

“I want to kiss you so badly,” his voice was gruff, I could feel his cool breath fanning over my face.

“Then do it,” my voice was low, I brushed our lips against each other.

“I want to, obviously. Really badly. But if you end up getting sick then it’ll be my fau-”

I cut him off by pressing my lips against his own, after a second he gave in and kissed back. Our lips glided over each other’s smoothly. He captured my bottom lip in between his lips. Ethan bit my lip gently, softly tugging at it. His hand slipped to my waist to try to pull me closer to his body, even though we were already as close as we could get.

His mouth tasted of vanilla, contrasting the taste of mint from my mouth, creating the most delicious combination.

Our lips moved in perfect sync, making an intoxicating rhythm. My hand moved to remove his beanie, once it was off I gently gripped his hair. Ethan smiled against my mouth, breaking our kiss, but kept our foreheads against each other. Our eyes met but all I could see was Ethan’s huge grin.

“What?” I tilted my head slightly, confused about Ethan’s unusual behavior. He seemed giddy almost. Again, changing his demeanor quickly.

“Nothing… I just really fucking love you,” he shook his head slightly, the hoarseness of his voice made it 10 times cuter. Some color was finally added back onto his face, a soft pink tint trailed along his cheeks.

I felt the heat rise onto my own cheeks and responded, “I really fucking love you too”.

“Good,” I situated myself so that I was laying flat on my back, Ethan laid his head on my chest, nuzzling into my boobs. What a weird child.

“Your boobs are warm,” he looked up at me with a toothless grin and then nuzzled in further. His arm draped over my stomach, while he tucked the other one under his head.

“You’re an odd one,” I told him playfully.

“Can you play with my hair?” he rasped, the moment my fingers ran through his curls, he hummed softly and smiled a satisfied smile.

I could tell Ethan was really tired. With each blink, his eyelids would get heavier. His eyes slowly shut, making his dark eyelashes touch his cheeks.

Out of nowhere, a cough came from the back of my throat disrupting the comfortable silence. The second I coughed, Ethan’s head shot up off my chest, he looked directly at me, widening his eyes and throwing his hands up in the air.

“See? I told you!”

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No smut today, just fluff. There wasn’t much of a plot but I felt like writing about cute,sick,needy Ethan. Buuuut don’t worry there’s smut coming very soon😉

Feedback is appreciated, and please don’t hesitate to send in your requests (anon is on). I promise I’m working hard to fulfill all your wonderful requests!!!

anyways, hope you enjoyed - M💚


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Mother May I? ~Smutty September~

Prompt: Could you do a Kai imagine where he finds out the reader has a mommy kink and he likes it??! Could some smut happen?

Pairing: Kai x Reader

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William Nylander - Part 3

Tumblr won’t let me add a picture and I’m kinda pissed…. JK fixed it 

I wake in the morning feeling like train wreck. When I stumble into the bathroom I’m surprised to see that I can see out of both of my eyes, though one is completely black and purple. The swelling has seemed to go down quite a bit from when I went to bed and I breathe a sigh of relief. Not that I have anyone to look good for, but I don’t exactly want to be scared to look in the mirror every day.

               Letting the hot water from my shower wash off the remaining dried blood and I’ll admit, a few tears from last night. Nathan had been all over me like a mother hen, insisting that he stay the night in case something happened and when I in turn asked him what he thought could possibly happen he couldn’t think of a scenario. So Rian has shooed both him and Jake off before they could even walk inside the front door. She had been able to convince me to stay at my parent’s house with her, saying that she wanted to keep an eye on me but I really knew it was because she didn’t like staying in the house on her own. Our parents weren’t due to come home from their anniversary cruise until next week Monday and it was only Wednesday.

               I dress myself, careful when I pull my shirt on to not rip my stitches and make my way downstairs. Rian is already up and about to go out the door to head to school.

               “I was going to wake you, but thought better,” she says and eyes my face. “Balance the black on your other eye and you could make a good living as a hooker.” She smirks at me.

               I throw her a filthy look. “Don’t you have to be somewhere?” I huff back at her, making my way into the kitchen.

               “Yes, actually. But I wanted to see your face when I tell you this,” she says following after me and I frown at her.

               “Tell me what?” I ask slowly.

               “That you’re an internet meme now,” she looks overly happy and I tense.

               “What?” I ask, my voice much louder than I intended.

               “Someone at the game took a picture of the jumbrotron and you giving a thumbs up with a mangled face. Now people are posting those pictures with the clinche caption of how tough hockey fans are and all that,” she rolls her eyes and I relax.

               “Oh, then that’s not so bad,” I say and dig through the cupboards for something to eat.

               “You also might want to check your phone,” Rian adds, a devilish grin on her face when I turn to look at her. “See you later,” she says and skips out the door.

               I stare after her a moment and then make a mad dash to my coat hanging in the hallway where my phone is still resting. Swiping the screen on my stomach drops, there’s over five hundred notifications from all my social media apps and text messages.

               “How can people possibly know who I am? I got hit in the face with a puck!” I yell out loud into the empty house. Groaning, I start going through the follow requests and mentions, getting annoyed after thirty seconds and just changing my settings to that anyone can follow me instead. That takes away over three hundred of the notifications.

               Scrolling through the messages I ignore most of them from people I haven’t talked to in months. Both Jake and Nathan texted me this morning asking how I feel and I respond to them and them only. None of my friends that don’t watch hockey haven’t said a single thing to me so I know that it’s not as big a deal as Rian made it sound like.

               I mute my phone and get set on my bowl of cereal and think about what I’m going to do today. Working as an editor for a publishing company, I’m able to work from home most days and today will be no different. Cleaning up after myself I get my car keys and head back to my apartment downtown. I keep my hat down low on my head when I sneak into my favorite coffee shop and no one gives me a second glance. I hurry across the street to my apartment and breathe a sigh of relief when I get into the elevator.

               Kota is waiting for me at the door, meowing like she’s been starved to death. I fill her bowl that wasn’t even empty while she preys on my foot, thinking she’s the almighty queen of the apartment. I force myself to walk into my home office, the stack of manuscripts on my desk is intimidating and I grimace as I sit down and pull on my glasses carefully. Before the headache can even have a chance to start, I reach into the desk drawer and down a few pain meds. Always good to be prepared.

               Four hours later a ding on my phone nearly makes me fall out of my seat. I place the highlighter and pen on to the desk beside the thriller manuscript I had been pouring over all morning, yellow and red marks all over the sheet glare up at me. Picking up my phone I see a message from Rian.

               Half day today. Ready for pizza?

               I glance at the clock and cringe at the time.

               Give me fifteen minutes

               Another manuscript get the better of you?

               Always

               See you in a few

               Kk

               I scramble from my chair, Kota startles and sprints across the room sending toys and papers alike scattering across the floor. Giggling, I make my way into my room and strip down from my comfy clothes and into something that makes me look a little less homeless. I catch a glance of myself in the mirror and groan.

Having forgotten the black eye and angry red stitches, I reach for another ball cap and pull the bill down as far as I can. It doesn’t help much but I don’t dare to even try and put makeup over it. Maybe we can get a table in the back corner.

               I meet Rian in the parking lot and to my dismay the place looks packed.

               “Why are there so many people here? Don’t they have jobs?” I grumble and Rian laughs.

               “You have a job and you’re here,” she smirks at me, her eyes traveling to my bruised cheek. “Not gonna lie, you look pretty badass in your whole ensemble.” She gestures with her hands to the rest of my outfit and I realize that I put on all black, even my coat. “I’m loving the whole dark energy thing.”

               I roll my eyes at her and push her through the front door. While there are a lot of cars in the parking lot, there are still several empty tables and I’m grateful when the hostess leads us to one in a secluded corner. I pick up the menu although I don’t know why, I get the same thing every time I’m here. Rian does the same thing and we laugh at each other.

               “Remember when dad used to take us here when mom would go out of town. Literally every night she was gone this was our dinner,” she smiles down at her menu, tracing the restaurants logo that sits in the top right corner.  

               “Yeah, I do,” I smile as the memories as well. “Carson and Logan annoying us to death with their spit ball wars.”

               “I miss them, I hate that their camp is two weeks long. When I went it was only a week,” she pouts and I have to laugh.

               “I thought the same thing when you went, they will be back soon. And then you’ll be calling me begging to come over so you can get away from the twelve year old devils,” I say and she nods.

               “True, but I still miss them. The house feels so empty without them and mom and dad gone. I might go insane before Monday,” she replies, tracing her finger along the condensation on her glass of lemonade.

               “See, when I was home alone like you, I loved it. No one to annoy me or take my things without asking.” Rian scowls at me for that one. “It was nice, but I loved it even more when you all came home,” I add and wink at her, she softens her scowl.

               “I guess that’s the difference between you and I. You’re Miss. Independent and I’m the exact opposite. I don’t think I could live alone like you do, work at home like you do… I wouldn’t be able to function.”

               “I have Kota,” I argue and she gives me a look. “Hey! She’s a person too, just because she can’t talk doesn’t mean she doesn’t have feelings.”

               “Oh my God, my sister is already a crazy cat lady,” Rian says, rubbing her face with her hands and I roll my eyes. Her eyes dart to the side of me and widen slightly.

               “What are you looking at?” I ask her, preparing to turn around when she shakes her head.

               “Nothing, thought for a moment I left my straightener on at home,” she says, busying herself with her lemonade.

               I eye her blonde locks, perfect spiral curls going every direction. “Funny your straightener would be on when you wouldn’t have used it.” I quirk an eyebrow at her as her cheeks flush. Lucky for her, the waitress arrives again to take our order.

               After the waitress leaves I forget about the straightener and excuse myself to the bathroom. I keep my head low as I pass by the booths and tables, both when I head towards the bathroom and when I’m returning. I glance up to make sure I’m in the right line of booths when I notice that Rian traded seats with me.

               “What are you doing?” I ask her, pausing at the side of the table and eyeing her.

               “I wanted to watch the T.V,” she says nonchalantly, sipping her beverage though she never looks at me.

               I sit down slowly, still eyeing her. “You don’t like UFC fighting…” I say and she blushes again.

               “Well then maybe I thought you would enjoy the view sitting there,” she whispers, a smirk playing on her lips as she glances down from the T.V for only a second.

               “What are you talking about?” I ask and lift my eyes to gaze around, I don’t see a single T.V and the decorations are just that, decorations. It isn’t until I lower my eyes to the large table beside us do I realize what she meant. Oh God. I pull the hat down even lower and drop my eyes back to my empty plate. “Rian, switch back with me,” I plead in a whisper.

               “Nope,” Rian responds, not bothering to look down from the T.V again. “I’m good here.”

               “Rian, I swear to God if you don’t switch with me right now-“

               “What? What are you going to do?”

               I hesitate. “Cry.”

               Rian snorts a laugh. “No you won’t, I haven’t seen you cry since we watched Marley and Me six years ago.”

               I pout and dare to peek up at the table to my left. Big mistake. My eyes meet those blue ones again and I shiver. A smile flashes across his face before he looks back at one of his teammates.

               “So, what did you see?” Rian asks, trying and failing to keep the smile off her face and I aim a nice kick to the shins under the table. She jerks in her seat, hitting the table with her arm and causing the whole thing to tremble. Another mistake. I can feel the eyes of the table beside us.

               “God, I hate when you do that!” She snaps, rubbing her leg with her hand and glaring at me.

               I give her my biggest smile and flutter my eyelashes. “Do what?” I ask.

               Rian throws another look my way before our waitress returns with our pizza. All fighting is set aside as we devour the pizza with our eyes, still too warm to eat.

               We each have four slices a piece and I lean back in my seat when I finally gulp down my last bite. I let out a satisfied sigh and wish nothing more than to take a nap right there.

               I open my eyes to say something to Rian but my attention is caught once again to the other table. Will is immersed in the plate before him, shoveling food into his mouth like he hasn’t eaten in a week. A faint smile pulls at my lips I continue to watch him, he doesn’t seem to notice until an arm nudges his side and when I look over at who the arm belongs to, I meet the eyes of another player, Morgan Rielly. He nods at me before I can look away and when Will looks in my direction I flush crimson and stare at my glass. Mortified.

               “I think I’m going to go the bathroom,” Rian says, oblivious to what just happened and I give her panicked look.

               “What? No, don’t leave me here alone!” I whisper quickly and she looks at me like I’m crazy.

               “You’ll be fine,” she says and slides out of her booth.

               “Rian, no!” I say, willing her to sit back down. She gives me one last confused look and walks past me towards the other side of the restaurant where the bathrooms are. “I have no sister!” I whisper and I think I see a faint hint of a smile before she’s out of my view.

               Turning back in my seat so I’m once again facing my empty plate, I try very hard to regulate my breathing. I can hear the faint conversation of the boys at the next table and I reach for my phone. My only distraction. I scroll for a moment until I feel the gaze to my left again. Pressing my lips together I tense, I can just barely see him to the side, my eyes still focused on the screen though I’m not reading a single thing. I see him stand slowly and say something to Morgan.

               Oh no. Please no. Will takes a step towards me and I stop breathing. I keep my eyes down even when he reaches the side of my table, his gaze hot on my face and I know I’m the color of the cherry red booth I’m sitting on.

               “Mind if I sit for a moment?” Will asks and I open my mouth to answer but nothing comes out. I can’t even look at him. Instead I slowly nod my head and put my phone down on the table.

               He moves into the booth and my eyes go his hands folded in front of him on the table.

               “How’s the head?” He asks and finally I’m able to look up.

               “It’s okay,” I answer, searching his face for the other question that he seems to be holding back on.

               “Good, it doesn’t look too bad,” he says, his eyes trailing up and down the side of my face.

               “Too bad?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

               “I didn’t mean it like that!” He says hurriedly. “I mean that I figured your eye would be pretty much swollen shut is all.” Will smiles at me and I just stare back.

               “What are you doing here?” I ask him after a moment and he frowns. “Didn’t think pizza was exactly the meal a hockey player has the night before a game.”

               Will’s eyes dart back and forth between mine, fumbling for an answer. “Because you said you would be here.” He says finally and I’m floored by his honesty.

               “What?” I stammer.

               “You asked your sister last night if you could come here today,” he says slowly and I remember the elevator ride.

               “So… you wanted to check up on me?” I ask, raising an eyebrow and he blushes. I hate how adorable it looks.

               “Maybe.” Is all he says and we sit in silence for another few seconds.

               “And that was it?” I ask again, pulling my glass closer to me and trailing my fingers along the lip slowly, concentrating on the shapes instead of his face.

               He watches for another few seconds, not looking up at me when he answers. “Maybe not.”

               “So, what else could there possibly be?”

               He hesitates again and fidgets slightly in his seat. I make him nervous. “I kinda wanted to make it up to you, somehow,” he finally says and I halt my finger on my glass, my eyes flashing to his.

               “What?” I ask dumbly.

               “What can I do to make it up to you?” He asks and his blue eyes overwhelm my own and I have no idea what to say.

               “Tell you what,” he says after a beat. “I’ll give you my number, and when you think of something. You let me know.” Without waiting for a response, he reaches across the table and grabs my phone. When he sees that he needs a passcode to unlock it, he reaches back across for my hand. He gently slides my hand across the table, pressing my thumb to the home button and I let him. Will opens my contacts and adds his own in before sliding it back across the table to me.

               “Hopefully you let me know sooner rather than later,” he whispers, slowly sliding out of the booth just as my sister reappears in the corner of my eye. Will smiles at her and nods before flashing his eyes back to me, winking before he turns and returns to his own table where several of his teammates are staring.

               I blink several times and finally let out the breath I didn’t realize I had been holding. Rian sits back down across from me, pressing her lips together.

               “So, what did I miss?” She asks after a moment and I laugh.

               “Not much.”

Let me help you.

A/N Written by Liz. So this is my first Peaky Blinders imagine in ages. It’s a Michael x Reader imagine and contains some spoilers about season 4 episode 1. Let me know if you want a part 2.

I let out a deep sigh when I finally hear Polly start to snore. I’ve been trying to get her to go to sleep for the past hour and now she’s finally asleep. Since the boys and Polly got out of prison Michael and I were the only one who still had regular contact with Tommy. We have been trying to keep everyone somewhat together, but Michael is haunted by what happened in the prison and the added pressure of taking care of his mother was way too much. I try to help as much as possible and it kills me that I can’t get Polly back onto her feet and I can’t help Michael off the cocaine and I have to admit that it’s starting to take it’s toll on me too.

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EXO’s Reaction to seeing you wrapped up into a burrito watching Stranger Things

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Minseok:

*Instant laughter the moment he saw you. You were on your side, eyes on the screen and there was a large bottle of soda on the ground. The funny thing was, you had went out and bought the longest, most ridiculous swirly straw you would find, hooked it into the bottle and left the other end in your mouth so you don’t have to reach out your hand to grad a cup.*

“This is what happens when I leave you alone by yourself. But I have to admit, that isn’t a bad idea. A+ for laziness, babe.”

Originally posted by perfectioninthreeletters

Junmyeon:

*Probably will make a joke about this. He’d get in front of your face, not letting you see the screen with a shit-eating grin on his face.*

“Hey, what’s a burrito like you wrapped up on the couch like this? Hmm????”

Originally posted by oh-prankster

Yixing:

*Swoons at the sight of your cute little self. There had to be at least three layers of blankets that you rolled yourself into. When he asked why aren’t you sweating in that, you’d reply with “I figured, that’s why I have the AC turned on.” He’d laugh and join you.*

“What would I do without you.”

Originally posted by justforluhan

Baekhyun:

*When he saw you so focused on the screen and not even realize he walked into the house, he decided to scare you a bit. He’d quietly hand up his hings and move upstairs where he proceeded to take off his pants. Then he carefully walked in front of the TV in his boxers and a T-Shirt, pointing at screen and yelling really loud.*

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

Jongdae:

*Immediately joins your cute little burrito self and hugs your body as the two of you relax. He’d occasionally feed you the chips you had sprawled out and eventually, fell asleep.*

“This is the most comfortable place to be right now. I am so glad we bought this huge couch.”

Chanyeol:

*Being sort of a brat that you’re not paying any attention to him. He was going to be petty and pout upstairs in your room but decided to sit at the end of the couch where your feet were, hugged a pillow and pout there instead, watching the show with you in the process.*

“Maybe after this Episode…she’ll give me kisses.”

Originally posted by exofetish

Kyungsoo:

*Finds you adorable. When you saw him come in, you struggled to crane your head and when you could successfully look at him, you gave the cutest smile that made your cheeks puff. he couldn’t handle the cuteness and waved at you to stop.*

“Go back to the show, you little cutie, youu. How cute can a human get?”

Originally posted by heyyplayboy

Jongin:

*Doesn’t mind since you so this a lot. Which is one of the reasons why he loves you. You have the ability to lay in one spot for a long time. For all he remembers, you stayed in the same position since he left this morning.*

“Alright, I’ll just go hang my coat and we can be lazy together. Be right back~”

Originally posted by baekon-stripss

Sehun:

*Finds you adorable but also very annoyed. You full attention is towards the screen and as we all know, Sehun needs his daily attention from his beloved girlfriend, He’d go right up to your face and lean in reeeaaallllll close.*

“Hellooo??? Are you going to get up and love me or stay like this and not give me attention?”

Originally posted by sehunnified

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MASTERLIST

Intimacy

Authors Note: This idea came to me after reading the lyrics to a song for a completely different request. So thank you @bradlea23! Anywho, I hope you Chris Evans ladies enjoy especially @always-an-evans-addict ! I hope I’m not too late for the challenge and if I am, I’m so damn sorry! XOXO

Trigger Warning: Angst, Profanity, Fluff, Smut


I could hear Dodger inside of the house going crazy. Chris’ laugh caused a smile to race across my lips. A smile that had been absent for the past few weeks. I knew that my presence would surprise him. Oh well. I needed someone to talk to. Someone who would understand where I stand right now.

“Hey! What are you doing out in the rain psycho,” he exclaimed pulling me into the house. “You look…terrible!”

“Thanks,” I laugh it off with him as I hang my coat on the door. “Hey, buddy.”

Dodger squirmed between my legs as I walked to the couch. He was excited to see me again especially since I was one of the first people he met since Chris got him. He handed me a beer and sat across from me. Smile on his lips. “It’s been a while. Where have you been? Pick a date yet?” As the words slipped from his lips, I saw his eyes staring at my hand. The ring that was once sitting there glistening in the light was simply gone. A memory.

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Bucky Barnes X Reader - I Don’t Need You

Originally posted by b-n-a-o

Warnings: Angst, lies, fighting, misunderstandings, heartbreak, ETC


Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Reader


(A/N) This is a one-shot i had playing around in my head. It’s angsty since that’s the mood i was in when i wrote it. I hope you all enjoy it. 

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One sentence… just one little sentence was enough to bring my whole happy world crashing down. I had been working at Stark Tower as a liaison between Pepper and the UN, when I was reassigned to ‘Bucky’ duty by Captain America himself. When Bucky first arrived, he was a little unstable and prone to panic attacks, all of which I was able to bring him down from using different methods. As my mission, so to speak, progressed; as did my relationship with Bucky.

At first the two of us were always together. I don’t know whether that was Steve’s plan from the beginning, putting two emotionally unstable individuals together or not, all I know is that it worked. I fell and I fell hard for Bucky. He was broken and damaged just as I was. I hadn’t grown up in the best of circumstances, hell I spent my childhood begging for food in the center of town, but after a kind old man took me in and put me through school and College; I made it my mission to help others.

Hence, I joined the UN, or the United Nations. I graduated top of my class and became a government liaison. That was many years ago, now. I’ve been a liaison for many different superheroes, starting with Reed Richards and then of course ending with Tony Stark. My job was simple, be the go between for both and keep the chaos to a minimum. Also, I was there to report on any and all tests and secrets.

Anyway, I’m getting off track. Like I said Bucky and I were constantly together, we spent every waking moment near each other. It was inevitable for me to fall for him. It happened about three weeks ago, Steve thought it would be a good idea for Bucky and I to take a day and go to Coney Island. Perhaps it might rekindle some of Bucky’s memories that hadn’t come back yet. So, we went and at first it was magical.

 We were having a great time. That was until I said something I shouldn’t have. I was so stupid, I got caught up in the moment and in the spur of it I told him I loved him. His eyes, he looked at me like I had betrayed him. I froze. I didn’t know what to do. It was just like when I was a kid and my mother abandoned me. He didn’t say anything. Like he was avoiding my confession so I decided to take him back to Steve.

The rest of the way back to Avengers tower we rode in silence. My heart was breaking and I just wanted to get him back safely and then I would decide what I was going to do from there. When we arrived, after I climbed out of the cab he grabbed my hand and said, ‘I don’t need you anymore, today proves I can do just fine by myself.’ I froze in my footsteps as he releases my hand and walks into the tower. I couldn’t breathe. My heart was crushed. Tears stung my eyes but I wasn’t about to cry.

 Flashbacks to my childhood filled my mind. Abusive words slung at me from every direction covered me making me lose all the confidence I had gained over the past few years. I was broken. I don’t remember how I got home or even how I didn’t end up dead in a ditch somewhere. All I remember was waking up the next morning and returning to my original job as Miss Potts assistant. I didn’t try to avoid him, I didn’t make things awkward, I was just being professional. Everything was fine. Even though the very sight of him made my heart hurt I had to be professional.

 Then it happened. I saw him with another girl. He was smiling a smile I had never seen before. It crushed me. That was when I decided to leave. I put in my resignation letter with Miss Potts, packed my bags, sold my apartment, and headed back to Paris. I traded in my field work for a desk job. I didn’t want to get attached to anyone ever again.

 “And that’s why I’m here.” I say as I look across the room to the Shrink my supervisors requested I go to. The middle-aged woman had her hair pulled tightly back in a bun, and she wore a gray pinstriped pants suit. This was the last place I wanted to be.

 “(Name), I’ve read the reports you wrote about your time at the Avengers tower; It seems like you had many friends you could have turned too, so why did you leave without notifying anyone other than Miss Potts?” She asks as she pulls her glasses from her face.

 “Miss Potts was my boss; it’s only fitting I tell her I was leaving.”

 “And this Bucky individual you mentioned, you didn’t feel the need to tell him you were leaving?” She asks and my heart clenches.

 “No ma’am, I figured it was best that I break off contact without delay. That is also why I decided to stay here in Paris. I’m finished with field work.”

 “You do realize it’s your superiors who want me to clear you for the field do you not?”

 “I do ma’am, but I wish to remain at my desk.”

 “I understand your reasons, I will go through my notes and let them know what I think.”

 “Thank you,” I say forcing my business smile.

 “That is all the time we have for today, I will see you again next week at the same time.”

 “Yes ma’am.” I say as I stand and grabbing my coat and purse head for the door. I was not happy. Leaving the therapists office, I step out into the cold winter air and let out a heavy sigh. I hated shrinks, I never believed they worked and I hated the fact that I was to tell a complete stranger about my tortured past. As the cold wind blows I take a deep breath and wince as the cold air fills my lungs. It burned but that was just proof that I was alive.

 Turning I decide to take the long way home and walk past Notre Dame. It was my favorite place in the whole world. When I was begging for food I used to go there. The Archbishop and Deacons used to slip me whatever food they could and then on extremely cold nights they would allow me to sleep inside the cathedral. It was the first act of kindness anyone had ever shown me. I smile at the people as I pass by them.

 As the church comes into view I remember Philippe, the old man who took me in off the streets. He was a baker, every morning he would wake up early to start preparing the dough. I loved smelling the smell of bread baking. Bread baking was my favorite smell in the whole world. Although he passed away right after I graduated college he left his bakery in the hands of his workers.

 Rounding the corner, I spot a familiar face and I smile as I rush over to the flower woman. “Bonjour Marie,” I call out to the redhead as I reach into my purse to pull out some money for her beautiful yellow Roses.

 “Ah Bonjour (Name), Je ne vous ai pas vu depuis des années. Comment allez-vous?” (I haven’t seen you in years. How are you?) She replies a bright smile covering her withered face.

 “J'ai eu un peu de malchance en amour mais à part ça je l'ai bien été.” (I’ve had a bit of bad luck in love but other than that I’ve been well.) I reply holding the blooming petals up to my nose.

 “Eh bien, je ne vais pas édulcorer et dire que vous allez rencontrer quelqu'un savait. Est-ce que vous aimez cet homme?” (Well I’m not going to sugar coat it and say that you’ll meet someone knew. Did you love this man?) She asks and I feel tears sting my eyes as I think of him.

 “Oui je l'ai fait.” (Yes, I did.)

 “L'amour fait mal. Voilà comment vous savez qu'il était réel.” (Love hurts. That’s how you know it was real.) She replies and I nod.

 “Eh bien, je serai hors tension. Merci Marie pour la belle rose.” (Well I’ll be off. Thank you, Marie, for the lovely rose.) I say as I start to walk toward the bridge. She waves me off with a smile and I grip tightly to my little bouquet as I slowly walk across the Pont au Double bridge. I take one last glance toward the church and smile softly before I turn back and continue my walk home.

 Walking into my apartment, I am greeted by the familiar face of a one Steve Rogers and I freeze in my footsteps. “Mr. Rogers? Um, what are you doing in my apartment?” I ask a knot welling up inside my throat.

 “Pepper told me you resigned. I have to admit I was a little surprised that you didn’t say goodbye.” He says a sad smile covering his lips.

 “I apologize; I admit I wasn’t thinking rationally when I left.” I reply as I close my door and setting my purse and roses down start to pull my coat off.

 “Don’t apologize. I’m sure you had every reason to do what you did.” He says and I nod as I hang my coat on the hook and grab the roses.

 “Um, would you like something to drink?” I ask as I walk past him to the kitchen to find a vase.

 “Ah yes, a water would be nice.” He replies as he follows after me.

 “Water it is.” I say as I set my roses down on the counter and grab a glass. Reaching into the fridge I grab a bottle of water and twisting the cap off pour it into the cup. Handing it too him I turn back and reach for a pair of scissors to cut the stems of my rose. “So how is everything?” I ask making small talk as I gently arrange the roses in an antique blue glass vase.

 “Well the towers still standing if that’s what you mean.” He jokes and I chuckle.

 “I guess that’s a good thing then.” I reply setting the vase on my kitchen table. “How long are you going to be in Paris?”

 “A few days,” He replies and I nod.

 “Are you alone, or did the rest of the team come?” I ask dreading his answer. I was not ready to see Bucky. I wanted to be alone.

 “Tony, Natasha, Pepper, Sam and I came.” He says and I let out a sigh of relief that wasn’t visible on my face.

 “You’ll have to tell them I said hi,” I comment smiling softly at him.

 “I will, we’ll have to have dinner together.” He offers and I tense.

 “I’ll have to check my schedule, but that would be nice.” I reply as I move from the kitchen to the front room. “Would you like to sit down?” I ask as I motion to the couch.

 “Ah yeah sure,” He replies sitting down across from me.

 “Is it just me or does it seem really awkward?” I ask smiling.

 “So, it’s not just me.” He replies and I smile.

 “There’s no need to be on your toes around me, please just be yourself.”

 “Thank you. Sorry it’s just,” He pauses as he rubs his fingers along the smooth glass, “Been a hectic few weeks.”

 “Again, I’m sorry I didn’t say anything about me leaving. I just needed,” I pause as I clasp my hands together. “I missed my home. I grew up in Paris you know?”

 “I remember you saying something about it before. I got your address from the UN. I hope you don’t mind.”

 “Although I am a little surprised to find you inside my apartment,” I giggle making him laugh before I continue, “It’s a nice surprise though, so thank you.” 

 “No problem. If I’m being honest, I missed you.” He says and I feel my heart lighten a bit.

 “I missed you too Steve.” I reply honestly as I smile at him.

 We spent the next few hours talking and reminiscing about old times which was nice. I hadn’t lied, I had missed Steve. Truth be told I had missed them all, but I just wasn’t ready to see them. Steve was enough. As the hours passed I glanced up to the clock to see that it was almost nine and my eyes widen. “Oh my, I didn’t realize it was this late. Um do you know your way back? Should I call you a cab, or if you’d like I have a guest room?”

 “Oh um, I think I can find my way back. It’s not that I don’t want to take you up on your offer but I just think, you know,”

 “Right, It’s completely understandable.”

 “Um how about lunch tomorrow?” He asks as he stands up and walks toward the door.

 “Uh yeah, sure, why not? Um, my lunch breaks at one. There’s a little Bistro I like to frequent for lunch called La rose floraison. They have the most amazing food there.”

 “Then I’ll see you tomorrow at one.” He says grabbing his coat and pulling it on.

 “I’m looking forward to it. Goodnight Steve,” I say giving him a soft smile.

 “Goodnight (Name),” He says returning my smile before he heads off down the hall. As soon as he heads down the stairs I close the door and let out the heavy sigh I had been holding all night long. I lean my back against the door as I slowly slide down the door onto the floor.  What was I to do now? If Steve knew I was here, then it wouldn’t be long until the rest of the team knew. Not that Bucky would come even if he knew.

 The recollection of his name sent a shiver down my spine. My heart tightens in my chest and I take a deep breath to keep from crying. I look over at the clock and watch as the time slowly ticks by. There was no way I was going to get any sleep tonight. Not with my mind full of the past. Clearing my throat, I push myself up off the floor and grabbing my cell phone head to my room. Sitting down on the bed I reach over and opening my nightstand drawer I take out my sleeping pills.

 I set my alarm and plug in my cell phone before I twist the cap of my pills and pulling two out slip them in my mouth. I swallow them down dryly before I lay down on top of the blankets. It was definitely cold outside and it was slightly drafty in my little apartment but I didn’t care. I wanted the cold. I needed to feel numb. As I close my eyes I slowly slip into an all too familiar nightmare.

 Bucky’s POV

~Going back~

“What do you mean she’s gone?” Bucky yells out in confusion before running past his friend and up to her room. She couldn’t be gone. Why would she leave? His mind drifts back to the day they had gone to Coney Island and her sudden confession and his heart clenches. It was true that he had rejected her but it was for her own good. He couldn’t love her the way she deserved to be loved. Granted he had rejected her rather roughly but she had been acting just fine since then.

Throwing her bedroom door opened he found all her belongings gone. No trace of her was left. “(Name)!” He yells out as he runs throughout her entire floor in search of her. He feels his heart start to clench and its pace quickens. “No, no, no. (Name)!” He yells again his adrenaline kicking in. Unable to control his body he grabs the closest thing to him and throws it against the wall. He reaches for the next thing-                                        

“Bucky calm down!” Steve yells as he reaches out and tries to restrain Bucky who is thrashing around wildly.

“Where is she Steve? Where did she go?” Bucky cries out pain lacing his voice. 

“I don’t know Buck; all I know is she turned in her resignation and left. Even Pepper doesn’t know where she is.”

“It’s all my fault?” Bucky says his body stilling.

“What? Why? How is it your fault?” Steve asks confusion filling his voice.

“It just is okay,” Bucky snaps causing Steve to narrow his eyes at his friend.

“What exactly happened between the two of you Buck? I noticed she was acting strange but I didn’t think it had anything to do with you.”

“That day, the day you sent us to Coney Island; everything was perfect. She was beautiful with the sunlight in her hair and a happy smile on her lips. Then when we were about to get on the cyclone she told me,” He pauses as he narrows his eyebrows. “She told me she was in love with me.”

“Really? Buck that’s great.”

“I rejected her.” Bucky interjects making Steve stare wide eyed at his friend.

“What exactly did you say to her Bucky?” Steve inquires in a serious tone.

“I panicked. At first, I didn’t say anything. Right after that we climbed into a cab and came back here. Then when we got out of the cab I stopped her and,” He pauses as tears start to fill his eyes.

“And?” Steve presses his friend for more information.

“I told her that I didn’t need her anymore. That that day was a test that I passed and I could live normally without her.”

“Jesus Bucky, what were you thinking?” Steve chastises his friend as he runs a hand down his face.

“I wanted her to find someone else. Someone better than me. I’m broken and I’ve done a lot of bad in my life. I didn’t want to hurt her but I didn’t want to see her get hurt because of me either. My brain picked the easier of the two. I didn’t think she’d actually leave though. She acted normally after that day, I just figured she decided to stay friends.”

“Buck, you may have wanted to keep her from getting hurt; but in reality, you hurt her more than anyone else ever could.” Steve shakes his head. He knows this isn’t going to help his friend but Bucky needed to know the truth.

“But why did she wait so long to leave then? Why didn’t she leave the next day?” Bucky asks his eyes full of curiosity and pain.

“Did something happen recently?”

“No,” Bucky shakes his head. “We have barely talked since that day.”

“I’m sorry Buck, but I think it’s safe to say that she’s not coming back.” Steve says blatantly and Bucky nods.

“It’s all my fault.”

“Come on Buck, let’s get you something to drink and maybe go for a run to clear your mind.”

“Please just leave me Steve. I wanna be alone.” Bucky replies his eyes growing cold.

“Are you sure?” Steve asks as he places a hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“Yeah,” Bucky says his voice cracking. “Just leave me alone.”

~Today~

Bucky stares at the building that held her apartment with mixed emotions. He wanted to rush up the stairs to her. Tell her he had been wrong and all he ever wanted was for her to come back but he couldn’t find the nerve. Gulping down a breath of air he stares up at the window Steve said was hers, his entire body crying out for him to run to her but he held himself back. The light was still on and at times he could see her silhouette against the curtains.

He wanted to see more. He wanted to hold her in his arms and tell her he was sorry. Steve had been up there for a while talking with her and he had said that she seemed a little awkward and nervous. Steve hadn’t mentioned that he was in town and that gave him the element of surprise. Steve had made a date with her to have lunch tomorrow and as a surprise he would be there instead of Steve.

There was no doubt she would be upset and a little betrayed but he needed to talk to her. He needed to see her, to tell her that the words he had told her had haunted his every waking moment. She would probably reject him but it was a chance he was willing to take. As the lights of her apartment turn off he takes a deep breath and turning heads back to his hotel room where he would sleep tonight for the upcoming battle tomorrow.

Reader’s POV

I stare at the blank screen before me. My mind wasn’t able to focus on anything work related at all. “(Name), I needed those files regarding the Wakandan royal family on my desk five minutes ago!” My boss Michael Ross yells out bringing me from my stupor.

“Oh!” I exclaim as I look down at the open file showing a picture of the young prince of Wakanda. “I’m sorry Mr. Ross, I have it right here.” I say as I quickly close the file and hand it over to him.

“What’s with you today? You were doing so well.” He asks his deep brown eyes filled with worry.

“Just didn’t get enough sleep last night. I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.” I say straightening my back and putting my best businesslike face on.

“Okay, if you need an ear to listen to your troubles, my door’s always open.” He says with a quick wave before he started off back to his office. When his door closes, I let out a sigh of relief before I lean back against my chair my head falling back so I could stare at the ceiling. Damn Steve for showing up and causing my mind to be so muddled. Speaking of Steve. I look at the clock to see that it was almost time for me to go on my lunch break and contemplate sending him a message. I grab my phone only to realize that I had deleted his cell number when I came back to Paris.

“Just my luck.” I groan out as I toss my phone onto my desk and pinch the bridge of my nose. No turning back now. Pulling my cac-card from the reader I place it inside my wallet and standing up I grab my phone and shoving it back into my purse grab my coat. Rolling my shoulders, I slide my chair up to my desk and turning head for the elevator. I give Michael a quick wave signaling that I was leaving for lunch and he nodded.

He gives me a head nod in return as he is on his phone before I climb into the elevator and hit the lobby button. I watch the numbers slowly count down as I try to think about what I was walking into. I thought about somehow running away and hiding but now that they knew I was here that wouldn’t work. Letting out a heavy sigh I hail a cab. When one stops I quickly climb inside and telling him the address fold my hands over my lap and let out a heavy sigh.

It took no time at all to make it to the little café. I hand the cabbie the money I owed before I climb out of the cab and taking a deep breath I head inside. I smile softly as I am greeted by the familiar host who quickly leads me to a table where I could wait for Steve. I order a water as I pull my cell phone out of my purse and start to fiddle with it. A few seconds later I see someone walk up to me out of the corner of my eyes and thinking it to be Steve I fake a smile and look up only to stare wide eyed at the last person I ever wanted to see again. “Bucky…”

“Hey (Name), mind if I sit?” He asks his icy eyes pleading with me. My heart starts to race and my palms grow sweaty as he sits down across from me.

“I thought I was meeting Steve.” I say in disbelief as I stare across the table at him.

“Sorry about that, Steve asked you here for me.” Bucky replies as he leans his elbows on the table.

“Why?” I ask as my throat tries to close up.

“Because I wanted to see you.”

“Why?”

“Because I miss you.”

“Why?” I ask again not getting where he was going with this. Why did he miss me? He was the one who told me to go.

“Because…” He pauses his eyes finding mine as they fill with a silent plea.

“Sargent, I have a very busy schedule. I’m sorry but I need to get back. Tell Steve not to contact me again.” I say as I grab my purse and tossing down some money stand up and leave.

“(Name) wait.” Bucky calls out as he follows after me. I ignore him as I continue on down the street headed anywhere but there. “(Name)! Stop!” Bucky yells out angrily making me stop in my tracks and turn back to him. He gulps down a breath of air as he closes the distance between the two of us and before I have a chance to think crashes his lips against mine. At first I fight against him trying my hardest to push him away so I could keep my sanity but just like before I found I couldn’t.

I grip tighter to his coat as his hands cup both sides of my face holding my lips to his. Tears fill my eyes as I with one last surge of sanity push him away. As he stumbles away from me I feel my hand move on its own as it collides with the side of his face. “Why?”

“Why what?” HE asks making me try to choke back sobs.

“Why now? Why did you kiss me? What do you want from me Barnes?” I question as I try not to burst out in tears. “You told me to leave so I did. What more do you want? How much more will you hurt me?”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He says a pained expression filling his face. “I told you I didn’t need you cause I didn’t want to place you in danger. No matter what I do I will always have bad people after me and I didn’t want to put you through that. I couldn’t see you hurt.”

“Well you failed there, you hurt me more than anyone else ever could.”

“Then why did you stay after I told you to leave? Why did you take so long to leave?”

“Because I saw you.”

“You saw me what?”

“I saw you with another girl,” I answer and he cocks his head in confusion. “You wore a smile I never saw before. You looked happy with her and it broke my heart. I left because I knew you would never look at me like that. I couldn’t stay and watch the man I loved love someone else. I left to get over you. Why won’t you let me do that?”

“Because I love you (Name).” He replies taking me aback.

“You… you love me?” I ask as I start to take a few steps backwards away from him. “It’s not true, you don’t do that to someone you love.”

“It’s true (Name),” He answers as he clenches his jaw. “When I found out you were gone, I lost it. I went crazy. I wanted you to find someone else who was better that I am; but I never expected you to disappear. I never wanted that.”

“Then what did you expect me to do? Flaunt whoever I met in front of you? I couldn’t do that, no matter how upset I was.”

“The more I thought about it while I sat in your old apartment sulking,” He starts as he closes the distance between the two of us. “The more I realized how much I hate the thought of you being with someone else. It would kill me to have to stand by and watch you be happy with someone else no matter how much better they would be for you. I couldn’t do it. I realized then how much I love you (Name). I really and truly love you.”

“What am I supposed to say?” I ask tears silently falling from my eyes.

“Whatever you want. You can tell me to go to hell, to never see you again; hell, you can tell me to eat shit and die and I will.” He adds making me chuckle slightly at his words. “But if there is even the slightest bit of a chance that you can forgive me, and give me a second chance, the please tell me now.” I contemplate all the emotions and feelings running through my body as I stare up into his handsome face. I wanted nothing more than to tell him I loved him and that I wanted to be with him but what if it wasn’t enough. What if all this was, was just smoke and mirrors? It would probably kill me.

I take a deep breath fully intending to tell him no when I hear myself say, “I love you James Barnes.” He smiles and goes to hold me but I hold my had up stopping him in his tracks, “But I’m scared that this is all just…”

“It’s not what you think (Name) I really and truly love you. I will gladly spend the rest of my life proving it to you. If you’ll let me.” He says as his hands reach up to rest on my shoulders. I stare at him for a moment my eyes searching his for any hint that he might be untrue but there is none. Giving him a hopeful smile I wrap my arms around his waist and hold tight to him. “You better not be lying Barnes.” He kisses the top of my head as he gently smoothes my hair back.

“I promise (Name), I’ll always be here for you; and I’ll say it as much as I can. I love you.”

“I love you too James Buchanan Barnes.” 

LATER

“I swear you are never allowed to leave the tower again.” Tony says as he sets a glass of whiskey down in front of you.

“Oh really? Why?” I ask a smile covering my lips as I hold tight to Bucky’s hand.

“Because Frosty here is annoying when he’s sulking. I almost tossed him back into Cryo to lighten the mood around here.”

“HEY!” Bucky argues making me laugh at the two of them as I look around at all our friends. Bucky grips tighter to my hand and I smile lovingly at him as I think to myself that I couldn’t be happier.

Creepypasta #1069: Doughnuts

Length: Medium

When I was a kid, I worked at a bakery called Blissful Bites.

It was independently run, extremely quaint, and owned by a lady called Naomi Sutton. She made all of the goods herself. Cakes, pies, pastries - she could whip up just about anything if you gave her the right ingredients. Her specialty, however, was doughnuts.

My job was running deliveries on my bike. Naomi had two other teenagers, James and Abby, running the storefront on a rota. We were banned from the kitchen due to supposed “safety hazards”, but we were all sure it was actually because Naomi thought we were thieving teens with the capacity to steal merchandise.

I’d been there a little over three weeks when Naomi’s husband disappeared.

At the time, it didn’t seem like a huge deal. There hadn’t been a struggle, or signs of foul play, or really anything in particular; according to her, he just hadn’t come home from work the prior evening. She didn’t even seem all that fussed about it.

“No point getting the police involved,” she told me, when I clocked in that morning. Despite how sensitive she got over people trespassing in the kitchen, she was a good boss, and always up for a chat if you caught her outside her domain. “Not yet, at least. He’s done this before, the bloody prick. He’ll probably show up back home tonight asking me why his dinner’s not on the table.”

But he didn’t.

Naomi was snappier and more private than usual the following day, and looked as though she hadn’t slept. Her response to James - usually her favourite - asking if she was holding up okay was a sharp, “Mind your own sodding business.”

So, given the tense atmosphere in the shop, I was more than a little grateful when Naomi emerged from the kitchen with a box for me to deliver. I hopped on my bike and rode over to the address she’d given me.

The woman who answered the door of said address - Juliet Wells, according to the card- was young and pretty, albeit rather overweight. She seemed bemused by the delivery.

“Who’s it from, then?” she said.

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New job - Michael Latta

Requested by anon: Can you do a Michael latta imagine where you’re nervous about a job interview that just happened? He’s being all fluffy and trying to get you to calm down? Thanks! Just had an interview and i dont think i got the job :/

A/N: I hope you got the job babe! I’m sorry this took so long, but I enjoyed it a lot and I hope you like it. #savemichaellatta

Word count: 1265

Warnings: none. A little fluff.

Master list

Originally posted by daddysharpy

“How was it?” Michael asks as I walk in our new apartment.

There are still a couple boxes that we need to sort out, but I’m happy that we are almost settled down in Chicago. This year has been rough for both Mike and I, from him nor being resigned by the Capitals to moving to LA, to not playing for the Kings to being traded to Chicago. I had just started feeling comfortable in my new job in Los Angeles when he was traded, and now I’m back at the beginning of the process again. I know that Michael feels bad about it, and he has offered many times to just provide for both of us so I could just stay at home, but I can’t do it. It’s not about the money, I know he makes more than enough for both of us to live more than comfortably, or even about the pride of not wanting to have my man providing for me, I just need something to do; the idea of being at home with nowhere to go or anything to do makes me go insane.

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Bounded to you- 01

Now I break the wait of you guys! Here goes the first part of the series. Hope you all will enjoy and give me the feedbacks.
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Y/n’s Pov

‘So yeah I still have a soft corner for him.
xx y/n’
I closed my diary as a sigh left my lips. I ran my fingers on the Worn out leather covering the hard cover of diary. My journal was my best friend. No doubt I had friends as in person too but none of them were close to me as my journal. Wherever I go, whatever I do, my journal never left me. Someone said right anyways. ‘Books are our best friends with no demands and no complaints.’

I set my glasses down on the side table. I rubbed the bridge of my nose which ached due to the plastic of the glasses. Rubbing my eye with the back of my hand i glanced at the clock which showed 10:30 pm. Late enough. Yawning I turned the lights off before drifting to sleep.

“Love!!!!! Cmon!” Harry chirped as he perched upon me shaking my shoulders. We were having a descent walk in the wintery weather of London when, Harry decided to start a play fight of snow out of nowhere. He rolled some snow and threw it at me with such a force that it ended up aiming for my eye. I laid there with my hands covering my face.

“Baby please lemme see it?” Harry asked softly lifting my hand up. He gasped when instead of crying I smushed a ball of snow directly on his face. Shrieking and giggling I stood up and started running with Harry chasing behind me. I was so in love with Harry that it physical hurt me sometimes.

After a few minutes of running i stopped, I turned around to look for Harry but he was no were in sight. I waddled further searching for him. Sighing, I walked back home but suddenly heard kissing noises coming from a tree a bit further left to me. I scrunched my eyebrows and walked slowly to the tree. My heart paced loudly as I saw Harry Sucking off a girl’s face.

I cried out and ran as far as my leg took me. This isn’t happening. How could this be true?!!

I woke up panting as sweat beads covered my forehead. I read the time. 5:45 am. Taking a deep breath I step out of the nice warm comfort of my bed. I shuddered as my bare feet hit the cold tiles of my bathroom.

I turned the knob of shower and felt the warm water hit my shoulder blades. These dreams have been haunting me since I and Harry broke up three years ago. They don’t come everyday. But time to time they happen. I never thought that my life would turn out to be like this. My life wasn’t very fair in the past. Thinking what happened just causes pain so i prefer to rather not think about it.

After finishing my shower, I got dressed in some sweatpants and a comfy baggy t-shirt. It’s never satisfying weather in the States during winters. Everything’s a mixture of greys and blues. To me it’s very depressing. Decided to hit up my day with some warm waffles and hot chocolate, I took a seat on the couch and turned the T.V on.

I didn’t realised when I fell asleep. I woke up like an hour or so, greeted by sunlight flashing on my face. I took a breath of relief when saw the sun. I missed it. At least now we’d have some colours. I sat up from my laying positing and stretched out my arms a bit. I padded to my kitchen and filled myself a glass of water. I peeked out of window. It was a lovely day.


I wrapped my coat more tightly around me as the cold wind hit my face. I decided to take chip for a walk. Oh, chip is my husky. He indeed needed a stroll down the park too.

After a few minutes of walking I decided to stop by and rest on the green bench. The coldness of the metal made me shiver. Though the sun shone at top of my head, winters were winters. Bitchy & cold. I smiled as few kids in front of me swayed on the swing. Their giggles reminded me of my childhood, how my dad used to push me on the swing. ‘High’ ‘high’ I sang. Last year only my dad left my hand. It was an accident.

My dad was my life. He was with me at every moment just like my journal. But, he had to leave I suppose.

I sniffled remembering the moments I had with him. I felt a little tap on my knee as I kept my gaze on the kids in front of me. I tilted my head down and saw a little cutie staring at me with big green eyes. I smiled as she lifted her arms and mumbled 'up’ 'up.’
I lifted her off the ground and settled on my lap.

“Hey there gorgeous.” I cooed holding her little hands in mine.

“Oh. You’re cold” I said with an 'O’ face making her giggle. I rubbed her hands in mine blowing on them. Gladly I’d chip tied up to the arm rest of the bench. I kissed her cheek taking in her baby scent. She was so chubby and cute that I couldn’t help but give her raspberry kisses. Her giggles were like the medicine to my aching life. I felt spiritually attracted to her.

“Snow!!!!! Snow!!!! Where yeh poppet?” A sound echoed making baby’s head turn in the direction from where the voice was coming.

A lady, who aged around 50 came rushing and took baby, who’s name I suppose was snow, from me.

“Oh Jesus. Where were yeh sweet?” She Asked snow in her thigh British accent who wasn’t answered back by snow because she didn’t know how speak till, I guess.

“Uh. She crawled to me.” I smiled to the lady who returned it politely.

“I-I’m y/n” I said reaching for her hand which she shook.

“I’m Beth and this is snow.” She said waving snow’s hand at me. I giggled when she flashed me her teething smile.

“Nice to meet you and snow too” I said leaning forward to peck snow’s cheek.

“Nice to meet you too” Beth replied before turning around to walk away.

“Stop!” I blurred out and walked to her.

“I-I live nearby. Please visit at your leisure. I’d like to spend some more time with snow.” I said hopefully. The lady smiled and nodded and looked at snow who was smiling at me.

“That’d be lovely! I’m sure snow would like it too” she cooed as I gave her my address before returning home.


Harry’s POV

“Beth….?” I asked as I closed the door behind me. I had to sneakily visit my daughter month to month because I didn’t wanted anyone to find out that i had a baby. It wasn’t very easy but I had to keep the baby away from the media for her sake.

“Hey Harry!” The Old lady chirped as she appeared from the kitchen wiping her hands. She was Snow’s nanny and the only person whom I had trust on.

“You came early.” She said hanging my coat on beside some other coats.

“had days off. How’s she doing?” I asked plopping down on couch.

“All good. Made a friend today.” She giggled as she went back in kitchen.

“Friend? Baby’s growing up fast huh?” I chuckled removing my watch from my wrist.

“Yeah. Her name is y/n. She happened to be our neighbour.” Beth said. The rattling of utensils filled the house as my heart stopped. Y/n. She was here. But then I thought that there could be more y/n in the world too. So I shrugged it off. Though the feelings for her never lessened. Though her name still made me shiver. Though I still loved her.

Jealousy:

Request from contest winner: Ashton getting hella jealous, so maybe like, cuddling up to Calum or smth just cuz he’s a good friend and Ash gets all jealous and y'all fuck in the other room and he tries to get you to be as loud as possible.

Requested by: @asshatoftheeast

A/N: Hey guys I’m excited to post this smut as a response to a request by one of my contest winner! @asshatoftheeast gave me the whole idea and I hope they like it! I would really appreciate it if you reblogged this smut if you liked it or maybe some of my other posts i’m really trying to get to 200 followers and would be so appreciative! As always  I hope you guys like it but that you understand that is very graphic and sexual in nature. Therefore if you are not comfortable with that please do not read. Thanks you all so much, enjoy!

As I pull up to my friend Calum’s house you see that my boyfriend Ashton and other friends Luke and Mike are already there. Hanging around and watching some movies together was a normal friday night thing for all of us but Ashton had been acting weird all day. It first started when I woke up before going to work to give him a call. He had already been at his work for hour working on an important project and maybe he was just stressed but he was super short with me and seemed almost bothered by the fact I called. Then at lunch I texted him to confirm the plans for tonight and he only responded with the word yes. It may not seem like a huge deal to other people but Ashton not being his giggly sweet self worries me. I try to shake the thought from my head as you get out of my car and walk up to the door. Having been there several times and knowing all of them well I let myself in.

“Hello?” I call out hearing them somewhere else in the house.

Luke calls back to me. “In the kitchen!”

I kick off my shoes and hang up my heavy coat I was wearing due to the harsh winter breeze. Making my way into the kitchen I hope Ashton will be in a better mood.

“Hey guys!” I smile and looking over at Ashton. He barely smiles and my stomach turns. What’s going on with him?

We all talk for a little while and order the pizza for the movie. Deciding on X-Men  and the pizza quickly arriving we all settle on the couch. Ashton, although he has barely spoken to me the entire night, he sits to my left and Calum sits to my right. After finishing a few slices I lean over to get closer to Ashton who sighs. Taken back by this I shift my weight again towards Calum. I have to admit now I’m extremely worried and slightly pissed.

“You okay?” Calum asks above a whisper.

I nod and say, “I’m fine I’m just chilly.”

Calum takes the blanket off his lap and lays it over me. “We can share, come here.” He says opening his arms.

This didn’t seem strange to me, all of us were friends before you and Ashton started dating. I’ve cuddled with all of them and even kissed Mike in like the tenth grade. However Ashton shoots me a dirty look. I’m mad now. He’s been an ass all day and now he wants to be mad at me? “This is ridiculous.” I think to myself.

The movie is over soon and we all clean up. Ashton is now complete mute towards me. Everyone says their goodbyes and I quickly storm out the door. I hear footsteps following me but ignore them. That is until I get to my car and suddenly the footsteps are right behind me. I know it’s Ashton and I go to open the car door but he shuts it quickly and turns me around to face him.  For a moment I just stand there waiting for him to say something.

“Are you going to say something?!” I suddenly ask feeling uncomfortable and angry and most of all confused.

“You are mine….” He whispers gruffly. “Get in my car.”

I look at him shocked. “No way!”

“I wasn’t asking you, just get in my car.” He says walking away and getting in his car himself.

Something makes me follow him and do as he says. “Fuck you.” I mumble buckling my seat belt. We drive in silence but when we pull up to his house her rushes to get my car door for me and then leads me inside.

“I had a bad day and I treated you like shit and I shouldn’t have… I’m sorry… but you are mine.” He says as he backs me into his front door. “Mine…. Not Calum’s… not anyone else’s…. Mine. I love you and I’m sorry.”

I nod my breathing unsteady as I feel his hands caress my hips and pulling me close. “I-I’m still pissed at you.” I stutter out. “But I love you too…”

Ashton rests his forehead against mine and smiles a little. “You better.” His one hand then moves up to my cheek and caresses lightly before kissing me roughly. “Now let me remind how mine you truly are…”

Nodding he swoops me up and walks us to the bedroom. The whole way there we keep kissing roughly and passionately. Ashton kicks the door open and tosses me onto his bed. He then slowly and agonizingly lifts off his shirt revealing his toned chest and abdomen. I got to take off my clothes but he grabs my hands. “Let me.” He says just above a whisper. I lay back on the bed and slowly he starts undressing me. “Fuck…. I swear you somehow get more beautiful every day….”

I giggle as he leaves teasing kisses on my stomach. “I’m still pissed.”

“Keep telling yourself that baby girl.” He says leaving me now only in my underwear before stripping himself. He undresses slowly and teasingly and by the end he has me so worked up that I’m practically drooling. I reach out to touch him and he grabs my hand. “I said let me.” He says growling a little under his breath. He lets my hand go and pushes me back on my back before climbing over my figure and leaning down to kiss me surprisingly soft.

“Ashton….” I mumble a little under my breath.

He smirks as he kisses at the delicate skin on my neck and chest. “Was that a moan my darling?” I nod at little and then whimper as he bites into my flesh to mark me his. “Answer me baby… did you just moan? Huh?” He asks again as he continues down my body with his lips and his bites.

“Y-yes….” I whisper watching him as he slowly tugs on the band of my underwear. Ashton chuckles and starts softly kissing my thighs and hips and everywhere except where I need him the most. “Please Ash…” I mutter out running a hand through his soft messy curls.

“Be patient or we’ll stop.” He snaps a little and I groan as he continues to tease. He pushes me further by fanning his breath over my heat and ‘accidently’ bumping my clit with his nose as he changes thighs. However finally he lays a soft kiss on my center. Starting to kitten lick me Ashton grabs my hips to keep me steady. I moan out for him a little which makes him smile against me. “Let me hear you, let the neighbors know your mine, scream so loud fucking Calum can hear you across town.”

“Ashton….” I moan louder as he works me up and causes me to start to squirm with his tongue. “Fuck please don’t stop.”

“Trust me I won’t, cum for me baby girl, come on.” He says quickly before returning to the task at hand… or mouth rather. My legs start to shake and soon I’m writhing beneath him. I know I’m moaning and calling out for him but I can’t hear it through my orgasm. My chest heavy I start to come down from my high but Ashton suddenly slams his lips against my mine passionately. “I could do that all fucking day…” Breathlessly I reach down for him but again he denies me and pushes me back onto my back. “How many times do I have to tell you, let me… let me…”

“Ashton please, I want you.” I whimper looking up at him desperately as he slowly strokes his cock a few times. “Please…”

“Fuck you are so beautiful…” He groans. “Say my name just like that again, whimper it for me.” He asks and of course I do because with every flick of his wrist and every second I don’t have him I find myself getting more and more needy. “Good girl, now remember what I said, let me hear you.”

Slowly he leans down and hovers over me before slowly sliding into me. Instantly I moan for his and find my fingers raking. He groans and kisses me hard. Almost immediately he starts rocking in and out out of me establishing a good pace. We are both moaning and groaning and I’m tugging lightly at his hair with one hand while the other stays trying to keep him close to me. He then reaches down and starts rubbing my clit with his fingers.

“Oh fuck Ash!” I whimper and bite into his shoulder.

He grunts and starts thrusting harder. “Don’t muffle yourself, I’ll fucking stop I swear, let it out.” He command and I throw my head back moaning his name loudly. Kissing my neck and jaw line he starts whispering in my ear. “I can feel how badly you want to cum again… I can feel you fucking clenching already, tell me baby are you close?”

“Yes Ash fuck…. Oh god.” I whimper the last part as he goes harder and faster suddenly. “Don’t stop… fuck…”

“Then cum for me baby, I’m so close baby but I’m not cuming until you do….” He groans and I moan again super loud as I arch my back and he again goes quicker and harder driving me to my orgasm. “That’s it baby, fuck…. Fuck Y/N…” Ashton says orgasming as well.

As I come down from my second high and Ashton’s first he holds me close. “I love you so much.” He whispers breathlessly. “I was an ass… I know, I had myself all worked up today over something…. Something I’ve been wanting to ask you….and seeing you cuddle into Calum just made me so…. infuriated.”

I stare up at him confused. “What do you want to ask me?”

He smiles but his cheeks redden. “I wanted to know if… you… wanted to move in with me?” He asks softly. “I love you so much, and that apartment of yours makes me worried, and if you live here, we could do that whenever we wanted…”

Blushing up at him I nod and giggle a little. “Yes, I’ll move in with you.” He eyes light up but after I kiss him I whisper. “However with the reaction you had tonight…. I might cuddle with Calum more often.”

We both laugh knowing I’m only joking and then lay there together peacefully in love never wanting the moment to end.




PS. - Another Daddy!Ashton and a Neighbor!Ashton smuts coming soon