his smile makes my head spinning~

Runaway Groom

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings:
Smut
Summary: Bucky goes missing before the wedding.
A/N: This is based off this post, after I read it I just couldn’t get it out of my head and had to write it. Come let me know what you think!
Word count : 1,348

Originally posted by heartsandwheels

You nervously flatten the soft white fabric of your dress, taking a shaky breath. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you fix a stray hair and adjust your dress. “You look beautiful, Y/N” Natasha’s hands are cold on the warmed skin of your shoulders. You smile at her in the reflection of the mirror. “Barnes is a lucky guy” she says sincerely, her beautiful eyes locked on yours.

You cant help but shake your head and a small laugh escapes your mouth before you speak “pretty sure, I’m the lucky one Tasha”.

“You’re both lucky-” she moves a curl of your hair back in place “-to find such perfect love in this world” she smiles but you notice the sadness behind her words.

Turning around you take her into your arms, a strong loving embrace. Clearing your throat of the tears you murmur “I wonder how Bucky is doing” laughter dancing in your words. 


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Night Owls--Harry Hook x Reader

Disclaimer-I don’ t own any of the Descendants characters all credit goes to the creators and producers of Disney Descendants 

Summary-You are a part of Uma’s crew, and you have a crush on Uma’s first mate, Harry Hook. One night, you get caught wondering in the deck by Harry himself.

Originally posted by unchxxrted

You take in the sight around you. The fresh salty air blowing through your hair as you breath it all in. Oh how you loved the sea. You hoped to one day be able to set sail on the open waves once again, but that was impossible, since the magical barrier prevented anyone from leaving this foul place. 

 It was dark outside and every one of the crew members were asleep. Being one of the lower ranked members of Captain Uma’s crew, you never really get a chance to enjoy the view of the ocean and horizon. You were mostly instructed to stay below deck, watching all the supplies to ensure nothing went missing. The only times you ever came above deck was when you went out to get a meal at Ursula’s Fish and Chips shop. Not much ever really happened on the Jolly Roger. The only reason you really stayed in this crew was because of Harry Hook. 

He was Uma’s first mate, son of Captain Hook, and the only person able to make you blush by just glancing at you. His tall, tanned figure towered above you and and the majority of the crew members. His clothes consisted of red and black, and many layers of leather, with a hat that shields his hair, though you occasionally saw him without it, revealing a thick mane of dark hair. Even his facial features were sharper than the hook he carried around to seem more like his father. 

But what always caught you’re attention the most were his eyes. He had blue eyes that were lighter than the sea, and stood out even more when he outlined them with black liner. They mostly held a stern look, but occasionally held affection and care. They showed his passion, his triumph, and his determination to make it known that Uma and her crew were not to be messed with. You admired that to most. 

But you never got to spend time with him. He was always commanding the others, carrying out Uma’s demands while you listened to his voice from down below. His Scottish accent was never hard to miss, and hard to resist. Even when the crew was at the chip shop, you sat on the far side of the counter while he was by Uma’s side, causing mischief with other members by shoving them and showing his dominance over them. He did that to the entire crew. 

Well, everyone except Uma. 

And you. 

Too busy in your own thoughts, you failed to hear the scuffle of boots along the deck. With a clearing of his throats you turned your head, and your breath hitched. 

There, before you in all his glory, was Harry himself. He was without his coat or hat, only his leather pants and belt clung loosely on his waist, his torn undershirt over his chest. His hair was uncovered, all tangled and rearranged, from tossing and turning in his sleep you assumed. He smirked a little, and slowly walked towards you. 

“Well, well, well,” he smiled, his stare never leaving your own. “What do we have here? A little night owl hovering about?” 

His voice seemed playful, but then again, he always used a playful tone when he knew he had the upper hand. You gulped, not wanting to respond. “Aw, why so quiet, catfish caught yer tongue?” 

You remained silent, which only made him chuckle. He came closer, making you pull away. You knew you were gonna be in trouble, since you weren’t supposed to be up and about in the middle of the night. It was one of Uma’s rules. 

He continued to snicker, watching you tremble under his gaze. You shifted your eyes to the ground, catching the glare of his hook on one of his belt loops. You began to pant. 

“I-I’m sorry, H-Harry,” you whispered, still shaking. 

“Ah she speaks!” He mocked, taking his right hand to lift your chin. “What are ye doing wondering around late at night. Uma would make ye fish bate if she found out.” 

You took a deep breath. “I-I don’t know, couldn’t sleep I guess.” He didn’t respond. For awhile he looked at you, as if he was trying to remind himself where he had seen you. Then, he remembered. “You work below deck, don’t ya?” You nodded the best you can, since his finger still held your chin up. He smiled a bit, but not in a evil way. “Uh huh, I’ve seen you around, you talk with that Gary fella, right?” 

Gary was your friend, though he wanted to be more. You always rejected him, but continued to talk to him nonetheless, since you didn’t really know anyone else. 

“Y-Yes,” you stuttered. 

“Poor fella, I’ve seen his attempts, yet ye never give him the light of day.” He snickered again. “What’s your name, little owl?” 

“Y-Y/N.” 

He kept looking at you, watching as your chest rose and fell at a steady pace. Then he spoke again. “So tell me, Y/N. Why don’t ya give the lad a chance, aye?” 

You thought about it for a moment and said, “He isn’t my type.” Your courage began to grow slightly as the lack of space between the two of you increased by the minute. 

His hand move from your chin to rest it on the post that pinned you, just to the left side of your head. His toned biceps came to view as he barely whispered, “And what, my little owl, is your type?” 

You couldn’t help the shiver as his breath fanned over your lips. You didn’t know what to do, what to say. Here you were, pinned to the mast post, in the middle of the night, by the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, who is asking you what your type was. You so desperately wanted to tell him that the only person to make your heart soar and butterflies to erupt was the one standing in front of you, but you couldn’t. You froze. 

Harry waited for your answer, but then he spoke up, “Well, do you know what my type is?” He smiled, leaning closer to you. You shook your head. His eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips and back, smirking at your obvious heavy breaths. 

“My type,” he said barely above a whisper, “is a shy, timid girl, one no one really likes to point out.” You were confused as you why he was telling you this, but let him go on anyway. He pushed back a piece of hair behind your ear with left hand, letting it gently stroke your cheek as he continued. 

“My type is a girl who tries to steal glances of me, thinking I can’t see her, when I actually catch her every time, trying to do the same thing.” His hand continued down, stroking your jaw and collar bone, down your shoulder and arm until he grasped your right hand. He looked down at your two hands and smiled. 

“My type is the one who doesn’t fight for my affection, the one who only need to laugh to make my head spin.” He spoke, lifting your hand ever so carefully, sensing your ease as your shakiness subsided. He looked straight into your eyes, bringing your hand closer to his lips, gently placing a kiss onto it, and never breaking eye contact, not before he spoke, with a voice barely audible, “My type is you, Y/N.” 

His words ran a shiver up your spine, your eyes meeting his light ones. You wanted to tell him you felt the same way, but your heart was racing at his confession. His smile grew at your reaction, evolving in to a full on grin. He took this moment to admire you. 

Your long H/C hair circling your face as the wind blew it and how the moonlight reflected the glow in your E/C eyes. His thumb gently touched your bottom lip, which were oh so tempting. 

He couldn’t take it anymore. 

He leaned in and captured his lips with yours, caressing both your cheeks as he did. To say you were shocked was an understatement. Your eyes were wide, as you didn’t know what to do at first, until you kissed him back. Once he felt you giving into him, he pulled you closer by your waist, allowing your right hand to stroke up his arm. He went to deepen the kiss, biting your bottom lip and giggling when you let out a little squeal. He picked you by your thighs, pushing you harder against the post, never letting the kiss end. You let out a gasp as you felt his lips leave yours, only to latch onto your neck, and up to the sensitive skin by your ear, nibbling it ever so slightly. Your fingers ran through his hair, earning a groan from him as you did so. He soon returned to your lips, picking the pace back up. 

Eventually, you pushed against him, your breaths heavy, leaving your hands to rest against his chest. He looked up at you, a cocky smile on his face. 

“So, I guess I’m yer type then, aye?”

I Do, But He Doesn't

Summary: Richie is the best man at his friend’s wedding but he knows that he has to stop it or else regret it for the rest of his life.

A/N: “Speak now or forever hold your peace.” Yeah, so freaking cliché, I feel like I’m writing a romantic comedy, blah.

Word Count: 2345

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It really was a beautiful set up. The church was small, rather quaint compared to some of the others that they had considered. It had been decorated in a sea of blue and silver, the colors covering nearly every inch of the place. She had chosen daisies as her flowers, so the centerpieces and bouquets had been a mixture of tones of blue daises. The groomsmen were in traditional suites, their ties cobalt while the bridesmaids wore a floor length silver gown. It was as if plucked from a dream, a fluffy, happy, perfect dream that only a bride could come up with.

And Richie hated all of it.

He stood outside, sucking down his fourth cigarette in thirty minutes. His concentration was fleeting as he repeated his speech for the millionth time. Each words sounded like a load of shit coming from his mouth but he kept trying, each attempt worse than the last. An alarm sounded on his watch and he cursed, tossing his half smoked death stick to the ground before stomping on it with his dress shoes.

As he reentered the church the smell of daises wafted back to him, making him feel sick. He ignored the guests as they rolled in, greeting one another as if this wasn’t the worst day of the trashmouths life. Like he wasn’t dying inside. He neared his intended room, taking in a deep breath before entering, his heart nearly pounding right out of his chest.

“There you are!” An excited voice cooed, Richie couldn’t help but smirk as he turned towards his friend. “God, I thought I lost the best man for a second.” Eddie joked, taking three long strides until he was right in front of Richie. “I need you to do my tie. Ma will kill me if it isn’t done right.”

Richie gulped down the lump in his throat, nodding as his fumbled with the silk. He wasn’t sure how, but his shaky hands finished the task quickly before he lost his mind at their closeness. Eddie frowned, sending the trashmouths stomach to the floor. “You smell like an ash tray.” He mumbled, shaking his head. “I should be the one that’s nervous not you. It’s my wedding.”

There was a painful rip in Richie’s chest at the statement, he could practically feel his emotions seeping through the open wound. “I know.” He managed to reply, rubbing the back of his neck. “About that-“

“Can you believe I’m getting married? And to a catholic girl? Pretty crazy right?”

Richie sighed, his stomach churning painfully. “Yeah. Crazy.”

“Thanks for being here. I know the others are groomsmen too, and Bev is a bridesmaid but I really needed you to help me get through this. I knew I could count on you.” He smiled up to Richie, making the trashmouths head spin. “You’re my best friend Rich.”

Richie tried to bite back to the tears but a few escaped, rolling down his cheeks. Eddie noticed immediately, rubbing his arm for support. “What? Did I say something wrong?”

He sniffled, trying to compose himself. “No. No it’s not you.” He choked, “It’s never you Eds.”

“Then what is it? Why are you crying?”

“I’m sorry.” Richie whimpered, whipping away the tears from his eyes. “I’m so fucking sorry to do this to you right now, but there isn’t any way I could live with myself if I didn’t.” Eddie shook his head, confusion covering every inch of his perfect face. The trashmouth managed a chuckle, it was pathetic and weak but it was something that could ground him to the situation at hand. “Eddie, you can’t marry Myra.” 

“W-What?” The small man replied, taking a step back from his friend. “What are you talking about?”

“I know it sounds rude and it’s so fucking terrible for your best man to do this but you can’t marry her. She isn’t right for you.”

Eddies face turned red, his body shook in frustration as he hissed, “What the fuck Richie?”

Richie flinched, tears still blurring his vision. “I’m sorry.”

“Where is this coming from?” Eddie asked, raking his hands through his perfectly sculpted hair, ruining it forever. “You told me that you liked Myra.”

“I know.”

“You were there when I picked out the ring, when I asked her to marry me.”

“I know Eds.” Richie whispered, feeling his heart crack at the horrific memory. “I know all of that but you can’t marry her okay? You just can’t.”

“Why not?” He asked, shaking his head. “She’s a good girl and this is what people do right? So why shouldn’t I marry her?”

Richie clenched his fists, his nails digging into the tender flesh of his palms. Warm blood began to run down into the crevice of his fingers but he ignored it. “She isn’t right Eds. I’m telling you as your best friend, you aren’t supposed to marry her.”

“Then who am I supposed to marry Rich?”

Me.”

The earth stood still, time became irrelevant as the two stared at each other, both shocked that the confession had come out. The simple word ate away the air around them, poisoning them with every second that passed. It was Eddie who spoke, so soft that if they weren’t the only ones there it would have been lost. “What did you just say?”

“I said you’re supposed to marry me.” Richie managed to repeat. Eddie stood there, staring at him, his mouth gaped opened. Richie could feel his heart rip from his chest, practically presenting itself to the man before him. The look on the grooms face was unreadable, his eyes completely distant. “I-I love you Eddie. I’m sorry it took me this long to tell you and fuck does my timing suck but you can’t marry her. You’re supposed to be with me.”

“Richie I-I” The smaller man paused, sighing heavily. His hands rubbed his face, obviously shaken by his friend’s words. Richie frowned, closing the gap between them. Slowly he lowered his face, lingering just above Eddie’s lips.

He expected the groom to shy away, to slap him and spew some profanity in his direction but he didn’t. Eddie just stood there, his eyes fluttering as he looked up at Richie. The trashmouth’s hands found his hips, pulling him closer. Eddie responded, sliding his hands behind Richie’s neck.

Richie kissed him, his chapped lips and lingering nicotine brushing against Eddie’s perfect porcelain mouth. There was a moan that stretched between them as the kiss deepened, both of them becoming hungry for the others touch. Richie’s hands moved without his permission, pushing the groom’s jacket from his shoulders and allowing to fall to the ground. Eddie reacted, shoving the trashmouth against the wall, practically ripping his jacket off. They fumbled with one another, their hands pulling at the clothing they wore. Eddie unbuckled Richie’s pants, speaking under his breath. “Fuck Richie.”

“I know.” Richie replied, allowing the smaller man to slide his hand down his overly tight dress slacks. He let out a ragged moan, feeling Eddie’s hand grip onto him. Richie pressed himself into him, nipping at the other mans exposed skin. It was like wildfire and Richie wasn’t sure if he could stop but he knew it was supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be them.

There was a knock at the door that halted their movements. “Eddie, you’ve got five minutes.” Mike’s voice spoke through the barrier. “Have you seen Richie? I can’t find him anywhere.”

Eddie ripped himself from Richie, stumbling as he walked towards the door. “No, I haven’t seen him. C-Check in the alley, he’s probably smoking.”

“Yeah okay.” Mike replied, “I will.”

“Okay.” Eddie replied, dismissing his groomsmen. He looked back to Richie, shaking his head. There was something that he had said but it was uncommendable. He leaned against the door, not bothering to adjust his clothes as he slid down to the ground, burying his face in his hands.

Richie felt his heart sink. Slowly he approached the groom, kneeling down to his level. “Eddie.” He whispered, rubbing his knee gently.

“What am I going to do now?” He whispered, “I can’t face them after what we just did, what I just did. Fucking shit.”

“I’m sorry.” Richie choked, sighing as he kissed the other man’s knee. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen this way, I just want you to be happy.”

“I didn’t even know I was unhappy Rich. I never though this-we would happen and now? Now I’m completely lost.” He replied, undoing his messy tie before tossing it to the side. “I was supposed to get married today.”

“You were.” Richie replied, feeling a wave of nausea wash over him. “I fucked everything up.”

“Yeah. You did.” Eddie retorted chuckling. “Way to crash a wedding Tozier.” The trashmouth smiled, leaning in and planting a chaste kiss on the groom’s lips. The smaller man sighed, leaning his head against Richie’s shoulder as he pulled away. “What now?”

Richie smiled, “I have an idea.”


Beverly bit her nails, darting her eyes around the drug store parking lot. Her weight shifted in her heels, pulling at her bridesmaids dress. She cursed the damn thing, pulling at it angrily. Ben appeared beside her, his suite hugging his now fit body perfectly. “Are they here yet?” He asked, removing the bags from the other car and placing them on the hood.

“No. I texted Bill and he said they were on their way.” She replied, pulling out a cigarette from her behind her ear and lighting it. “I just hope Mike can calm all those people down, you know how Eddie’s mom is.”

“Oh, I know. I’m just glad Richie texted us before Eddie sent that note, god can you imagine what it’s like there?” He asked, leaning against the car beside his wife.

“I can, I had to deal with that bridezilla for over a year. She’s just like Eddie’s mother.” Beverly hissed, taking in a long drag of her death stick. “There’s good news though.”

“What’s that?”

“Stan owes us twenty bucks. He said that Richie would stop the wedding at the altar, I said just before.” She smiled up at him, smoke trailing from her nostrils. Ben smirked back, kissing the tip of her nose fondly.

Bill’s car pulled up then and Beverly groaned. “Finally.” She hissed as the four men exited the vehicle. “What took so long?”

“I had to get your twenty.” Stan replied, handing his friend the bill. “Your good at these things, should I be worried?”

Beverly only smirked, biting her bottom lip and slipping the money into her bra. Eddie rounded the car and sneered, “I can’t believe you guys betted against my wedding.”

“We didn’t.” Bill corrected, “We b-bet on Richie ruining your wedding.”

“Well they do have a point Eds.” Richie joked, following close. “I did ruin your big day.”

Eddie pursed his lips, ignoring his friend’s laughter. “Yeah ha-ha, funny, except you guys aren’t the ones who have to face all those fucking people.”

“Hey don’t worry about that right now.” Beverly cooed, tossing him one of the bags. “You’re about to go on your honeymoon. Cheer up.” She tossed Richie the other one, winking. The two pulled off their suites, changing into the clothes that had been shoved into the bag hastily.

“Do you think it’s wrong of me to go? I mean I did leave her at the altar.” Eddie asked, his stomach twisting painfully. He could only imagine what she was going through right now, what everyone was going through. Richie and he had ruined the wedding, jumping through the window and calling their friends for an immediate evacuation.

Ben shook his head, allowing Richie to steady himself by clutching onto his arm as he slid off his pants. “No, she was a horrible person. Total bitch.”

There was an accumulation of agreement between the group and Eddie’s face flustered. “What? Why in the hell didn’t any of you say anything? You all said she was okay!”

“Yeah well we planned on Richie growing a pair long before you got engaged.” Stan replied, accepting Eddie’s dress shirt as he handed it to him.

“Hey I have a very nice pair, thank you very much.” Richie replied, making a crude gesture through his jeans. The group rolled their eyes, practically groaning at the sight.

“I hope you keep that shit to yourself when you’re my best man.” Stan hissed.

Eddie laughed, pulling on the last of his garments. “You don’t want him as your best man. He was mine and now look.”

Stan cringed, “You’re right. Eddie you’re my new best man.”

“I don’t t-think so.” Bill interjected, “He’s mine. Your stuck with your original, no trading.” They bickered for a moments until Eddie and Richie were finished changing.

Beverly stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with happiness. “Here are your tickets.” She whispered, handing Eddie a small booklet. “Call us when you land okay?”

“Okay.” He replied, embracing her. She planted a gentle kiss to his cheek before pulling away. The others hugged the two briefly, each of them sharing their own words of encouragement. Ben handed them the keys to his car, lecturing them about safety and handling to which they nodded annoyingly.

Richie took the driver’s seat, awakening the engine. Eddie followed slowly, sliding into the passenger seat with a sigh. “You aren’t regretting this are you?” The trashmouth asked, looking over to the now ex-groom. “Because if you are we can just go back. I know I sprung this on you and Myra isn’t all that bad, I mean she is but if you do actually love her than you should be with her not me because-“

“Beep beep Richie.” Eddie breathed. Slowly he interlaced their fingers, bringing Richie’s hand to his mouth and placing a gentle kiss on top of his wrist. “You were right. I am supposed to be with you.”

Richie smiled, his heart swelling. “I love you Eds.”

“I love you too.”


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Involved: Part 4

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader 

A/N: okay so there is smut in this but it isn’t very detailed because like? this is a big part and i needed it to be about more than the horizontal hanky panky anyway im pretty sure im only gonna do one more part after this so here we go PSA this is not good, it’s 3:30 am and im locking that in as my final excuse

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Originally posted by tomshollandss

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Perfection - Jughead x Reader

Request — Anonymous asked: Juggie x reader where reader’s thought of as pretty but hasn’t dated anyone before because most guys just Like her for her looks. One day a bully tries to force himself on her and a wild Jughead appears and saves the day??? Thanks

A/N — Thank you so much for all the positive feedback I got on my last imagine! I thought I rushed it completely and I felt like it wasn’t like the request, but it made me happy seeing all the likes and shares. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this imagine!

Words: 2500

Warnings: Bullying, swearing, signs of sexual harassment and angst

(Y/N) , (Y/L/N) , (S/C) , (H/T) — Your name, your last name your favourite colour, skin colour, home town

She was just one other face in the hallway, but somehow she stood out. The boys, along with some girls, made her their main interest. Sure, by now she was use to it, but in a bad way. (Y/N) was the most gorgeous girl at Riverdale High School. Everyone was after her, including the people who kept silent. In fact, that was Riverdale’s own Jughead Jones. He was afraid all they would ever get to if they had the chance was be lab partners. Sadly, nothing else, or so he thought.

You moved to Riverdale a year ago from (H/T). Straight away as you walked through those great big halls on your first day, you were afraid it would be exactly like your old school. Your parent’s got a job offer, meaning they had to move to Riverdale. Of course it wasn’t a bad thing, but what was ahead of her was. A new movie, a new start, was all she wanted when learning that she was moving far away. Thank god, is all you thought to yourself.

The reason why you hated your old school was due to only one person. In fact, that person was a boy. A cute boy at the time, but learnt later on to be absolutely vile. His name was Jake. He was a senior, whereas at the time you were only freshman. Since you were ahead of your grade in science, you had the honour to move to senior classes instead of freshman ones. That’s when trouble all started. Since laying eyes on him, you knew it was going to be bad. Sure, his eyes were deep and blue, the kind that looked look a starry night sky, but it was a rabbit hole to fall in to. Since the two of you were assigned lab partners, you got to know him more and more everyday, meaning that the feelings you had for him grew too. One day after class, he asked you out on a ‘date’ to go to a party another senior was hosting while his parents were gone on a business trip. Since your parents never allowed you to date, you decided to be a little rebellious and sneak out with him whilst they were out of town. When it came time for him to pick you up, he was slightly intoxicated, sitting in the drivers seat of his car. You knew straight away it was going to be a bad night. In fact, it was. He got more and more drunk that night, leaving him to almost lead you to a bedroom to have sex in. You called him out, all the boys ganged up and told you to leave, walking all the way home in the pouring rain. That next day of school, someone photoshopped your face on a girl in a revealing bikini was sent to every boy with the caption ‘slut’. Luckily it was a miracle, the move to Riverdale, that was a sign to a fresh new start.

She was wary of every boy that caught her glimpse since her first day. She obviously didn’t want a repeat of the last incident that still haunted her. Boys asked her out, but she kindly declined with the excuse that her parents didn’t allow her to date. Someone assumed she was a lesbian, but that was just a rumour. At least the boys here we nice enough to accept her response. Since still being fairly new, you didn’t really acknowledge many people as your friends, as you didn’t exactly know who to trust anymore. One person, the only person, was the only exception. Jughead Jones, the only boy that acknowledged you as a human being with feelings and stories. Since of your high IQ, you were still assigned to a couple higher classes to fit your standards. You didn’t mind the classes, especially science, as it was your favourite subject. And your lab partner, which happened to be Jughead, wasn’t your usual douchebag preppy jock that only wanted you for your looks.

The day was Friday. Most of your classes that day was with Jug. Of course you didn’t mind as he was the only person you got along with. As you were late to school, you quickly went to the office to grab a late note for your teacher to give on arrival. When you made it to English that morning, to your surprise, Jughead saved you a seat next to his. It was knew of him. Jughead always seemed to have a huge opinion on personal space, but this was new to her, including a couple classmates. She held in a chuckle walking over to her seat which sat next to his.

“So, did I miss anything on Shakespeare?” (Y/N) whispered, opening her bag to take out her books. “Shit, do you have a pen?” She asked, still trying to search deep into her bag to find where her pen could be. Jughead picked up the pan that already sat on his desk, waving it in front of her, as she looked up and thanked him taking it.

“No problem. But with the Shakespeare question? Yeah, I’m a bit sick of hearing Romeo & Juliet over and over again.” Jughead confessed, a smirk playing on his lips as he took out a new pen for himself. “At least it’s not Macbeth this time.” You smiled, trying to not giggle too loudly.

For the last two weeks, news spread that there was a party hosted by Chuck Clayton that night in honour of Riverdale’s football team, the Bulldogs, latest win against their rival school. Of course that wasn’t on your interest, as fear hit you like a dozen bricks all at once. But there was no fear in asking others if they were going. Since Archie Andrews, Jughead’s best friend, well, no one really knew what they were at the moment, she thought he would tag along with Archie to support his win.

“…So, did you hear about that party tonight?”  You hesitantly asked, looking up from your work into Jughead’s eyes. Every time she looked into them, a hit of familiarity came over her. A deep blue, similar to Jake’s. Of course she knew that Jughead wasn’t like every other boy, but she didn’t exactly know every single thing about him and she was still wary of her surroundings. All he did was scoff in response, stretching his arms out.

“Do you really think I would go to one of Chuck’s stupid parties? It’s just an excuse to drink and flirt with people whilst you’re drunk.” Jughead informed, support his head with his hands before resting his chin on the table.

“O-oh, b-but what about Archie? Aren’t you going to support him?” As soon as those words escaped her lips, his head shot up.

“Look, (Y/N), ever since Jason’s death, we haven’t really been talking. You see, the morning of the gunshot, Archie and I were suppose to go camping a bit out of Riverdale for summer vacation. I was packed and everything, ready to go. But he never showed up. So basically, my summer consisted of writing, eating, and playing video games.” Jughead explained to her. (Y/N) was aware of the gruesome death of Jason Blossom. Since it was big deal in Riverdale, of course she would have heard about it by now since it was brought up almost everyday, and she knew Jughead was fascinated in the mystery of it, as one day the two of them were both at Pop’s to finish some homework and he showed her the process of the book he’s writing.

“Jug, I’m sorry to hear that. If it makes you feel any better, I’m not going either. Long story, I’ll tell you if I ever get the chance. I might go to the Drive-In or something.” You suggested, going back to your writing. Jughead’s eyes lit up as you mentioned the Drive-In. Since it was where he worked, and literally where he lived, he sparked interest to make tonight’s shift a little more fancier since she was going.

“Since when did you find you go to Drive-In’s? I work there, so, technically I have to be there. But I run the reels up in the projection room, so I just put it in and snack away on popcorn. I find it more fascinating watching it in a point of view sort of way. If you want, maybe I could show you what it’s like?” The end part to what he said came out almost in a question. Jughead was hesitant, shy almost at the suggestion to her. He was head over heels for (Y/N), and the main focus on her wasn’t her appearance for once.

“S-sure, Jughead. I’d love to.” That answer caught him by surprise, along with herself too. After one whole year of not going out, staying in most of the time, she deserved one night off from the troubles of teenage life. “What were you thinking of playing tonight?” She asked, curious in his movie taste.

“Well, I have a couple in mind. Maybe ‘The Rocky Horror Picture Show’ or ‘Heathers’.” He replied, fiddling with the pen between his fingers.

“Both. I like your movie taste, Mr Jones.” She complimented, a blush slowly clinging to her (S/C) cheeks.

The period before lunch was finally over. The hallways filled up with loud students as Jughead and you tried to manage to make it to the end to sit with Veronica, Betty, Kevin and Archie.

“Hold on a second, I have to quickly get something from my locker.” She told Jughead, walking over to her locker that was opposite her.

“Sure, I’ll just wait in the cafeteria. I’ll save you seat.” He hung his head low, hiding a blush as he dug his hands into the pockets of his jacket before spinning on his heels and walking off. (Y/N) smiled back at him, a blush now on her cheeks as she turned to face her locker to put in the code to unlock it. She quickly put in her books as she took out her perfume, looking around the hallway in sight of Jug before spraying a bit on herself. She placed it back in her locker as she shut her locker, a boy standing behind it now in her sight, making her jump.

“Whoa, didn’t mean to scare you.” He chuckled, biting his lip as he looked up and down at you, instantly making you feel uncomfortable. “(Y/N), right?” You nodded slowly, clinging onto the strap of your bag.

“Yeah, that’s me.” You said awkwardly, trying to keep conversation short as she didn’t want to hold up Jughead waiting for her.

“Chuck. Chuck Clayton. Captain of the Bulldogs. Anyway, I have this party tonight which I really think you should come to. It seems like your kinda thing.” Chuck asked, still eyeing your body up and down, making you now extremely uncomfortable. You’ve heard from Veronica and Betty bad things about Chuck from the past which got him suspended and kicked off the team. But since his dad was coach, they somehow let him back on and everyone pretended like nothing happened.

“O-oh, yeah, I’ve heard about it. I-I, look, uh… parties aren’t really my thing and I have plans anyway. I-I’m sorry.” She kindly declined, turning to quickly lock her locker before Chuck forced his hand onto it, holding it down.

“Aw, really? You know, the whole football team was looking forward on your arrival? I mean, I promised them and everything. And you’re just going to let us down like that, (Y/N)?” At this point, he cornered you against the lockers. You knew what was going to happen. The hyperventilating started, the tears on the corner of your eyes were about to break and the ball in your throat was keeping you completely still.

“C-Chuck, I-I… I have to go-..” (Y/N) tried telling him, but the ball in her throat dropped and a tear shed down her cheek.

“Aw, look, are you crying? You won’t be crying by the end of this.” He smirked at her, biting down on his lip before a sudden bang against the locker broke his grip off her. Jughead stood at the end of the hall, a steady glare held onto Chuck’s eyes.

Let. Go. Of. Her.” He forcefully said, the breathing in his chest visible as he tried his hardest to be calm yet stern, although he was furious and out of his mind. Chuck just laughed, still cornering her as he turned his focus to Jughead.

“Or what, Wednesday Addams? Are you going to tell on me?” He joked, now looking back at her as he held on higher to (Y/N)’s arm. At this point, Jughead was in absolutely rage.

“I said let go of her, Chuck.” He screamed, his eyes now tearing up along with yours. No one has ever stood up for you and it felt like a honour for it to be Jughead. Chuck let go of her, shoving her against the lockers as he stared at her once again before stepping back from her looking at the both of them.

Freaks.” He mumbled, before walking off and disappearing from the hallway. You looked at Jughead before walking over to him and standing opposite him.

“Why did you stand up for me?” You said sternly, looking deep into his eyes. Jughead once again scoffed, a glare now facing her.

“You’re kidding me, right? I just saved you and you’re asking such a stupid question?” He replied, looking down at her.

No! Jughead, I didn’t mean it like that!” She giggled staring up into his eyes as she stood directly under his nose. “It’s just, no one has ever stood up to me before. Ever. And I genuinely feel honoured for you to do that. Thank you.” She sniffed, blinking away tears.

“I-I..God this is going to sound stupid. Look, (Y/N), I-I..I just wanted to protect you.” He admitted, looking down at her, captivated by the beauty in her. A smile played on her lips as she sighed deeply.

“…Jug?” There was a pause. He was waiting for what she was going to say. And just like that, the perfection moment was perfection. She stood on her toes as she closed her eyes, placing her lips on his as she held onto his jacket. Their lips both moved in sync as he moved his hands from inside his pockets to hold onto her soft cheeks, deepening the kiss with passion and love. Shortly after, they both pulled away and he smirked down at her.

“Pick me up at 8.” She bit her lip, walking off in the hallway to class as the bell rang, leaving him standing there with a goofy grin playing on his lips.

A/N — You guys, I am so proud of this writing I am so happy aaaa. Also, if this uploads and I get the followers, thank you for 1000? I don’t know, as I’m writing this I haven’t checked my notifications, but if I have yay! I hope you enjoyed this because I find it so cute to write.

Why Do You Build Me Up?

Summary: Tom has, unknowingly, been stringing Y/N along. Making her feel like there could be a chance between them.

AN: this is based on build me up buttercup by the foundations i suggest listening to this song because the plot of this fic is based on this song and also because it’s amazing

Tom Holland x Reader

// Masterlist //


Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

“You’re here? As in you’re home?”

“I am. Just for a couple of weeks before I’m off to shoot another movie.” Tom’s smooth voice rang in my ear.

“Oh, um, wow. That’s great! I-I’ve missed you.” Tom and I have been close friends for years. I can’t deny that, in those years, I started to develop feelings for him. He and I would flirt sometimes but nothing ever really came from it. No matter how much I wished there would.

“I missed you too, Y/N.” I blushed. “How about this? I’ll come over tonight. Just you, me and a movie. Sounds good?”

“That sounds amazing.” I bit my lip to stop myself from smiling so widely.

“Great. I’ll be over at 10.”

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He shouldn’t have gone to the party.

He’s standing against the wall, Solo cup in hand, and watching everyone else have fun. A headache tightens its grip at his temples.

“Dex!”

He wonders if he can pretend not to hear, if he can slink away.

“Sexy Dexy!”

“Motherfuck,” Dex tells his beer. The beer does not offer any words of comfort or wisdom.

“I haven’t seen you all day!”

Dex shrugs. “You saw me this morning.”

“I did?”

“Maybe you weren’t awake yet.” Dex tripped over Nursey’s satchel on his way out the door. He thought he heard his apology and replied to it. Evidently not. Dex drinks more beer.

“Probs not.” Nursey leans his shoulder against the wall, tries to smirk. “So, you come here often?”

“I live here.”

“Should have known you were the wrong person to try that line on. It’d be like trying the 50% off pants line on you.”

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Kim Jongdae//Impetuous

Summary: A chance encounter in the shared laundry room lets you get to know Kim Jongdae, but he’s not all you thought he would be.
Scenario: swimmer!au
Word Count: 6,998

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How to Fall in Love in 5 Steps (Tom Holland)

Originally posted by tomshollandss

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Warning: Cursing

Summary: A little bit of a different fic in which Y/n falls for Tom and Tom for Y/n written as a five part how to. Just cute little shorts about the little things they love about one another.

Author: Dizzy

A/N: Just a little Tom Holland fic. So sorry I haven’t been on in like months, school has been hectic and I went through a bad break up. 

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Step 1: You enter your apartment after a long day, shed your jacket that is wet with rain, drop your umbrella down by the door and slip off your shoes with a sigh. You won’t notice the young man asleep on the other side of your couch, his soft snores drowned out by the sound of your cat’s meows and whines at your feet. You’ll sigh and take the small kitten into your arms, cuddling into her for warmth as you turn on your radio, waking the sleeping man on the couch. 

He will rub his eyes, mumble curses to himself for falling asleep as he sits up to face you. He will startle you at first, but as soon as your heart beat slows back to its normal skip, his lazy smile and eyes the color of far away landscapes will make it spring from your chest once more. He chuckles as you playfully hit him for scaring you and will argue that you shouldn’t have given him a copy of your house key if you didn’t want him to just randomly show up.

You will puff your cheeks in anger as he chuckles and you’ll try to punch his arm, your rose colored cheeks and face of anger will only make him laugh more and it will send sparks to run along the length of your veins. 

“Why are you here?” You will ask after moments of laughter and silence.

“Because I wanted to see you.” He will say simply, his tongue sliding over his bottom lip. 

You will roll your eyes as you bite your lip in an attempt to soothe your emerging nerves caused by his oh so sexy smirk. 

“Really,” You will start, “why are you here, Tom?”

The way you say his name will bring more than a smirk to his lips as he shows his white teeth to you. He will move and invite you to sit with him with a little hand gesture and you will oblige. 

“I didn’t want to spend the night alone.” He will say shyly, glancing at his shoes. “We haven’t seen one another in a while and I thought it’d be nice to hang out.”

You will arch your brow as the thunder clashes and sends you into his arms. 

“I knew you’d want some company during the bad storm.” He will admit, enveloping you in the warmth of his body as you feel a calming silence fall between you. 

The radio will play softly in the background as your heart seems to fall into a much faster and harder beat than that of the soft pop radio, but you will fall into the soft euphoria of being entangled in him and only him. 

Step 2: You will wake to the sounds of frying bacon, the smells of sweet batter and your body cold without the feeling of another up against you. You will smile to yourself and gather the blankets up with you, wrap yourself in them as your feet clash with the cold hardwood floor to the kitchen. 

He will be standing with his back to you, the contours of his shoulders and waist greeting you as you become mesmerized by them, only to have him turn around and greet you with a tired smile. He will ask you how you slept, explain that he went out to buy groceries and work out. He will apologize for not waking you, but will explain that you looked so tired after all the fear you seemed to be feeling the night before. 

You will smile, thank him for the breakfast, give him a friendly kiss upon his face and pretend that you did not see the flash of red fall upon the apple of his cheek. You will ask him what his plans are for the day, since you are his best friend after all, he tells you he’s thinking about going on a coffee date later in the evening. 

“With who?” You will ask between sips of orange juice. 

He will shrug, taking a bite of his meal before speaking. “No one important, just some girl I met the other night.”

He will see the look that will fall upon your face, he will think that it is worry rather than that of heartbreak as he continues to speak. 

“Don’t worry, darling, I’ll be home later. There’s another storm coming.” He will tell you. 

You will nod and push your food around your plate for a moment as you become befuddled by your mix of emotions. 

“I hope you have fun on your date.” You will say, rising from your seat and walking out of the room to get ready for your day.

He will watch you walk away without a word, his eyes studying every detail of your soft edges as if he will never see them again. He will wonder if he should’ve brought up the date he wasn’t sure he wanted to go on.

Step 3: You will go out to a bar that night, before the storm settles itself over your city and brings rain and heavenly fire. You will wear your favorite red dress and will be ready to meet new men, since the young man you felt so dearly for was out having his own fun. You will settle yourself on a bar stool between two men and order your favorite drink. As you wait, you will talk with one of the men. 

He is beautiful, brown hair and brown eyes, a smile so sweet you think you might get a tooth ache from just looking at it. He likes long walks around the city, Broadway musicals you’ve never heard of, rainy days and books from the days of Shakespeare and crime stories. His name will sound like that of a classical composer and you will find that even though he seems perfect, he could never hold your body as close to his as that of the young man you spent the night with earlier. 

He will buy you another round and ask you about your family, about your favorite things the city has to offer. He will lean in close and ask you if he’s being too forward when he asks if you want to go back to his place. 

You will pull away from his liquor stained words and smile shyly before explaining that you have someone waiting for you at home. It will be a lie, but you will not feel bad for telling it since you have a pang of hope settled in our chest that there will be someone at home waiting for you. 

Your phone will ring as you leave the bar and the voice on the other end will make your head spin. 

“Y/n, where are you? I decided not to go on my date and you’re not home.” 

“I’m at the bar down the block from the apartment. Why didn’t you go on your date, Tom?”

“I decided not to go. It’s late Y/n, so stay where you are. I’ll come get you.”

“It’s not that far, I’ll be fine.” You will tell him as you walk towards the front of the bar.

“It’s raining, darling. You’ll get sick if you walk in the rain.” He will say softly as you watch the rain hit the windows outside. “I’m on my way. Just stay where you are.”

You’ll smile as you say okay and hang up the phone. You’ll take a seat by the door and when you see him walk up to the bar, you can’t help but smile and wave at him happily. 

He’ll shake the rain off himself as he walks in and takes you into his arms before he leads you out the door, holding the umbrella over you as you walk down the street. 

Step 4: You will wake up to soft snores in your ear, arms tucked beneath you and around your waist, the warmth of another body against yours, skin against skin,will soothe you.

He will groan softly as you relinquish yourself from his embrace, reach out to you as you turn around in nothing but his t shirt as you flash him a smile that will melt his heart until it feels as if it slipped out of his body.

You will tug at the hem of his shirt clumsily as you feel his eyes’ never-ending journey along the lines of your form, making you a little insecure about your looks. 

He will softly grab your wrist and pull you back onto the bed, sitting up as he does so. He will brush the hair from your face with a smile so soft you feel as though if you leaned into it, you’d sink farther into those undeniable feelings you have for him.

“Just stay in bed for a little while.” he will say with a voice so soft you could barely hear him over the sound of your pounding heart as you took a seat in front of him.

You will wrap yourself up in the covers as he sits before you, so close that your bent knees touch ever so slightly that a line of sparks course through your veins. You’ll wonder if he feels them too, and the look he gives you, with cheeks dusted by pink, will tell your heart he does while your mind tells you you’re just seeing things. 

In a moment of pure courage and an overdose of feeling, you will lean forward and run a hand through his hair, say something along the lines of, “You look cute with this messy bed head.” and without waiting for his response, place your lips on his in a soft kiss. 

He will feel his shoulders tense in shock for a second before he leans into your lips, kissing you back just as softly as you kissed him, his hands placing themselves onto your thighs before you pull away from him. He will feel words dance on his lips, lines of things he will struggle to say when his eyes meet yours.

“Y/n…” he will manage to say, his voice quivering ever so slightly with nerves and anxiety. 

“Tom.” you will say his name like it was something you’ve never said before. “I think I-”

He will stop you mid sentence by crashing his lips into yours, kissing you until you forget just what you wanted to previously say. He will make you feel high, the euphoria of the chemistry between you making your head spin, make you feel as though he could hold you close to his heart like a precious prayer of thanks for love. 

Step 5: He will pull away from you, a smirk tracing his lips before you open your mouth to speak once more. 

“I think I’m in love with you.” You will say so quickly, he will ask you to repeat it. “I think I’m in love with you.”

“Say that again? I didn’t quite hear you, darling.” He will say with a smile. 

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“What? Say that again?”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“What?”

You will push him roughly as he laughs and you puff your cheeks. 

“Be serious!” You will beg, getting annoyed with all the repeating you had been doing. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, but that statement begs repeating.” He will say between laughs before finding his composure. “I think I’m in love with you too. No, darling, I know I’m in love with you.”

It's A Good Thing I Like You// Lip Gallagher Imagine

a/n: Lip Gallagher is just such a cutie I love him. Also, this imagine takes place in the earlier seasons were Carl and Debby are still little kids. Enjoy!

Prompt: “I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm, and I didn’t want to wake you.”

Tag: @teddyslupn

Lip Gallagher x reader

You stumbled down the stairs of the Gallagher house, wearing one of Lip’s old shirts and a pair of bunny slippers. Rubbing your eyes groggily, you looked around the kitchen, unsurprised to see the kitchen buzzing with activity

Fiona was folding the laundry with the quickness of a cheetah, all while filling V in on the latest gossip of her love life. Ian was leaning against the counter, trying to study last minute for an exam. Over at the table, Carl was arguing loudly with Debby. 

You plopped down into the seat next to Debby, and started to braid her hair. She sighed happily and leaned into you, happy to have an older sister figure in her life who wasn’t always busy like Fiona.

“Way to fraternize with the enemy,” Carl mumbled, glaring at you from his seat across from you. 

Laughing, you responded, “First, I don’t even think you know what fraternize means. Second, how am I the enemy?“ 

Before Carl had the chance to answer, Lip shuffled down the stairs. Your heart skipped a beat when you noticed he was not only shirtless but also had a bad case of bed head, which looked adorable on him. 

"Shit, I forgot, sorry guys,” he apologized to his family who were glaring at him intensely. 

And then you remembered, Lip had promised to make breakfast for that morning. However, he got a little sidetracked with you the night before… 

Lip walked over to you, kissed you on the cheek and made his way over to the fridge to start making some eggs. He smiled at you lightly, 

“I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm and I didn’t want to wake you,” he said, causing you to blush. 

The rest of the Gallagher’s in the kitchen made throw up noises, Carl’s being the loudest. 

“So this is why I’m the enemy, huh?” You asked, turning your attention to the troublemaker at the table. He nodded his head stubbornly and refused to make eye contact with you. 

“Well too bad, because she’ll be staying around a lot longer,” Lip called from the stove where he was cracking eggs into a pan. 

“Good!” Debby shouted, spinning around with her new braid in her hair. “I like y/n,” she said defensively to Carl, sticking her tongue out at him at the end of her sentence.

“Well I don’t dumbass, she’s interrupting my eating schedule,“ Carl responded. 

"Language!” Fiona yelled.

 As soon as the first batch of eggs were done, Lip placed a plate in front of you and Debby. You both started to dig into your breakfast as Carl watched enviously.

“That’s what you get for being a little shit to my girlfriend,“ Lip told him in his big brother voice that wasn’t uncommon for you to hear. Carl rolled his eyes, leaning across the table and scooping up some of your eggs. 

"It’s a good thing I like you, kid, or else you’d be a dead man,” you told him lightheartedly as you allowed him to eat some of your food. 

He grinned at you, eggs in his teeth, and said, “Fine, I like you too." 

After breakfast, everyone parted their seperate ways for work or school or whatever activity they had planned for the day, but you and Lip lingered back. 

As you helped him clean the kitchen, he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waste. You leaned into him, and smiled when he started to kiss your neck. 

"You know, I should probably brush my teeth before we do this again, I just ate,” you laughed breathlessly as the kiss depended and he turned you around and pushed you until your back was pressed against the fridge. 

“Well, it’s a good thing I like you enough to not care about your breath,” he said, before delving back into his work on your neck. 

You sighed happily, “It’s a good thing I like you too.”

DARKSTACHE BIRTHDAY FLUFF

Summary: More darkstache dancing! It’s Wilford’s birthday, and if he wants to be spun around the living room a big, strong, otherwordly being then god damn it he’s going to be! (Song: Come a Little Bit Closer by Jay & The Americans)

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Dark was trying to work in his office. Had been for a few hours now, ignoring the booming bass from the living room. Wilford was playing the same song on repeat for what felt an eternity. Of course, it was the pink ego’s birthday, and Dark didn’t want to upset him.

But an hour and a half of the same song was too much.

Dark slammed his papers down and stormed to the living room. Wilford was swaying, all the furniture moved out of the way. He grinned when he saw Dark. “Finally! Only been tryin’ to get your attention for an hour now!”

Dark rolled his eyes. “Turn this down-” He was cut off by Wilford grabbing him by the arms and pulling him close.

“No no no, Darkipoo~” The pink ego grinned. “It’s my birthday. You can’t tell me what to do.”

Unfortunately, he was right. So Dark begrudgingly started to dance with him, taking the lead. Of course, he relaxed and smiled eventually, glad to see Wilford having such a good time.

“Come a little bit closer, you’re my kind of man, so big and so strong,” Wilford sang dramatically, and Dark dipped him low for added effect, grinning when Wilford draped his hand over his forehead. “Come a little bit closer! I’m all alone, and the night is so long~”

Dark laughed and pulled him back up to his feet, giving him a twirl. Wilford spun back into Dark’s arms, back flush against his chest. “So we started to dance, in my arms she felt inviting,” He sang, surprising Wilford, who beamed with joy. “And I couldn’t resist, just one little kiss, so exciting.” Dark reached around Wilford’s head, kissing his cheek before spinning him out of his embrace and back into a position right for dancing.

“Aw Dark! I didn’t know you knew the words to this song!” Wilford exclaimed with pure happiness.

Dark shrugged, still smiling and dancing with the fool as he did. “I mean, I’ve only heard the song on repeat for the last hour and a half.” He said sarcastically, making Wilford laugh before he repeated the chorus.

They danced to the interlude, and Dark stopped them suddenly as he sang, “Then the music stopped. When I looked the cafe was empty. Then I heard Jose say, ‘Man you know you’re in trouble plenty’.” Wilford watched Dark sing, transfixed by his singing voice. “So I dropped my drink from my hand. And through the window I ran. As I rode away, I could hear her say to Jose-”

“You know,” Wilford hummed. “You’d probably be Jose in this situation.”

Dark chuckled. “I sincerely pity the person whom I catch you having an affair with, Wilford Warfstache.” He said, pecking his lips. “Because once I’m through with them, they’ll be unrecognizable.”

“Awww Darrrk! You say the sweetest things.” Wilford gushed, giving him a long, slow and passionate kiss.

Dark was pretty much purring by the time they pulled away. “Happy birthday, darling.” He breathed as the song started over once again.

Steve Rogers/Captain America - Scruffy

A few days ago Y/N stole Steve’s shaver from his travel pack since she couldn’t find hers and because he wasn’t supposed to on a mission for a while. She didn’t think it would be a problem. That is until Steve comes back from his mission with a little bit of scruff. The night takes a very interesting turn after dinner.

Requested by: @theoneandonlysaucymo

Pairing: Steve x Fem!Reader

Characters: Fem!Reader, Steve Rogers.Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Vision (Mentioned)

Warning/s: Smut, Dom!Steve, Captain kink, Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, folks)

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sunrise over florida

wordcount: 855

genre: fluff // warnings: language

i heard @nihilist-toothpaste wanted ridiculously soppy dan-deciding-to-stay-in-florida. this happened. hi.

Sunrise comes soft and Easter-egg yellow, seeping into the sky like honey, the salty-fresh wind off the waves cutting through the warmer night air. Phil’s hand is cold and comforting in Dan’s – the beach is empty – they’re walking much closer than they usually do and Dan can’t bring himself to care very much.

“I’m going to miss you,” Dan says, quiet. Phil smiles at him sideways, crooked and bittersweet. His sunglasses cover his eyes, but Dan knows the expression in them all the same.

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Valentine’s Day, 11:07pm

Time is slipping away as you wait for Bucky to return home from a mission so you can celebrate Valentine’s Day.

Pairing:
Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings:
 This pure, shameless fluffy fluff…no really.

Word Count: 2,322

A/N: I was sitting in a creative meeting today and we were looking at some vintage designs when I spotted something that just screamed for a story.  I can’t tell you what it was here but it’s down below ;)  So for the next hour I tried to discreetly type out on my phone the story that was running through my head while also trying to pay attention to my coworkers. Be warned that this is a quickie and hasn’t been subjected to my usual weeks and weeks of editing, rewriting and obsessing.

It’s 11:00pm in Budapest.

1:00am in Moscow.

5:00pm in the Avengers compound where you are hunched over a screen tracking the quinjet on radar.  

You’ve been silently staring at the display of vintage world clocks in the control room for hours; lulled by the sweep of the second hands as they circle slowly.

Just ten more minutes you tell yourself.  In ten minutes, Bucky will be home.

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Truth or Dare? | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: Reader’s/First Person

A/N: Hi everyone! I was finally able to write another imagine! This wasn’t requested though, the idea just suddenly popped into my head and I just ran through with it haha. I’m gonna get the requests started so that I can post them soon and re-open my ask box for more requests. I hope you enjoy this one. It’s a bit short and straight to the point lol.

Overview: Reader likes Zach. Zach likes reader. Their friends think they should date and they all end up playing spin the bottle. What could possibly go wrong? Or perhaps, what could possibly go right?

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“Hey Y/N, you should totally come to Jessica’s party later.” Justin says as he nudges my arm.

“Hmm, yeah sure I guess. I mean I don’t have anything to do tomorrow anyway so sure, I’ll come.” I reply with a small smile.

“Really!? That’s great!” he replies his fists throwing up in the air in joy.

“Calm down Justin. Uhm, who else is coming?” I ask and let out a laugh.

“Just the usual, Hannah, Clay, Sheri, Alex, Monty, Tony, Jeff, Zach.” he answers.

Zach?! Zach is coming?” I reply as my eyes widen in shock.

Zach, Zachary Dempsey. How do I begin to describe Zach? 6foot3 in height, dark brown hair, milk chocolate colored eyes, plump lips, nose accurately shaped by the Gods, and his smile, oh his perfect smile. He was the captain of the basketball team in our school. 

Every single girl in our school swooned over his presence, you can almost hear their hearts race whenever he walks through the hallway. Almost all of the girls had a crush on him, and all of them had no chance with him, and that included me. Although he was this popular, social butterfly in our school, he still kept the right amount of distance to others, which made him seem mysterious and cold.

We’ve always been close, and he was one of the people I often share my secrets too. In our group of friends, Zach and I always get teased. They’d always tell us that we should go out, we should date each other and stuff like that, but for some reason it never actually happens. I’ve heard some of my friends say that he liked me, and I mean like, like, not as a friend but as something more, but I just ignore them. I mean, yeah, I like him too, but I’m just not the kind of person to make the first move. I kind of like what we have now, we’re really close, special friends and I like how comfortable I am whenever I’m with him.

Everytime he’d flash his smile at me, everytime I’d tease him because he’s abnormally tall for his age, everytime he’d give me a back hug, everytime he’d feed me food when I’m busy, everytime he’d whine when I beat him in a video game, all of the little things made me fall more and more in love with him everyday. It’s just a shame that I can’t confess to him and that he hasn’t tried telling me what he feels too, if ever he did feel anything for me.

“Y/N.” Justin calls my name.

“Y/N!” he snaps his fingers in front of my face as I awaken to reality and realize I’ve been staring blankly, thinking about Zach.

“Oh! I’m sorry.” I jump as I give him a faint smile.

“The bell just rang.” he says as he stands up from his seat and laughs at me.

“Oh it did? Ugh, sorry I was kind of lost for a moment there.” I reply as I stand up to get my backpack.

“I’ll see you at Jess’ later, okay?” he says as we walk side by side to leave the classroom.

“Oh yeah okay. See you later!” I reply as I wave my hand goodbye and walk to the other direction to my next class.

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Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Word Count: 2765

Warnings: fluff, language, some sexual themes, smooches

Request: could you do one w tom and y/n and your choreographing a dance together -anonymous

Note: i hope you enjoy! this turned out much longer than originally anticipated, but i’m quite proud.

Summary: y/n is the host of a youtube channel where she choreographs dances to hit songs. Once people started noticing her choreo, her channel started to star celebrities that danced and made music videos with her. The next celeb on her channel is to be Tom Holland, and the two will be working close together to choreograph a dance; obviously, Tom won’t let it be anything less than epic.

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Blame it on the Moon (Connor Murphy x Reader) (SMUT)

Blame it on the Moon (Connor Murphy x Reader) (SMUT)

Slow lead up to a smut.

Requested by Anon

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TEACH ME |Chapter Five

masterlist: (you can also fin the previous chapters): https://urbanstrangersfanfics.tumblr.com/post/165038874661/tom-holland-masterlist 

summary: “Not now, Holland. I’m not in the mood of hearing your nasty comments.” you answer him back.
“If you really want to be noticed by Harrison we have to work together.”
[…]
You roll your eyes “So what’s your plan, Genius?”
Tom smirks “I’ll give you a few lessons about how to flirt with a guy, how to kiss, things you can say during a first date and so on.”

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Teach me | Chapter Five

You just nod as you kiss him again “I need more”
“That’s just the beginning, darling”
Tom’s hands travel down your body and stop on your hips as his lips move on your neck. Instinctively, you bend your head to give him more access to the sensitive skin of your neck.
“Jump” he whispers in your ear.
You obey and Tom’s hands reach your bum, as you fasten your legs around his waist.
You don’t complain about Tom touching you booty, but you take a mental note to scold him later for that action. For no reason at all you want to break that kiss.
Tom starts walking and he carries you with him towards the kitchen to place you on the counter.
Once again, his lips give a small bite on your lower lip making you shiver.
“Do the same to me” he tells you between kisses.
You capture his thin lip between your teeth and pull a little as he did before to you.
Tom’s grip tighten on your hips, making you squeal.
“Did I do it wrong?”
“You did it amazingly good” he says kissing you again.
Your hands reach his curls, enjoying the soft sensation of his hair between your fingers.
“Too good, I’d say”
A rush of confidence floods into you “Do you want me to do it again?”
“Someone is giving me attitude, uhm?” he jokes.
“You do it all the time to me” you answer him back.
Tom chuckles “You still have plenty of things to learn before teasing me”
“Teach me, then”
He’s about to reply when a cough coming from behind you destroys the atmosphere.
In front of you, two boys are staring at you. One of them has an embarrassed expression painted on his face while the other one seems to enjoy the situation.
“What… what are you doing here?” Tom asks them in a very high pitch voice.
“We’ve finished early” the first one explains, giving you a quick gaze.
“Yeah and Tom has just started”
“Shut up, Harry. We were making lunch”
Harry giggles “Sure, and she was your meal” he says as the other boy nudges him.
Tom sighs “Y/N, these are my brothers: Sam and Harry”
You wave and give them a shy smile.
“Hi, sorry about him” Sam says pointing at his brother “Now we go upstairs”
He grabs his twin by the elbow and lead him towards the stairs. You can hear Harry whining a “but I wanted to stay”
“Well” Tom starts “Now you know them”
You try to draft a smile “I think I have to go now, it was pretty embarrassing”
“No wait, you don’t have to go” he almost begs you “I swear they won’t come downstairs again.”
You sigh “Ok, but now we have to clean the mess we made and cook something.”





Saying that Tom has messed up your mind is saying something reductive. You spend the rest of the day sketching hearts on your exercise book.
The following day, you’re attending English with Violet and your hand is still drawing hearts in every blank space you find in your books.
“Dude, what’s that?” she asks, pointing at your sketches “Are they for Harrison?”
You blush a little. Violet is the only one to know about your crush, apart from Tom, obviously,
“I don’t know” you admit.
What?!” she screams, getting everyone’s attention.
“Something is changing, Violet” you explain.
You spent an amazing afternoon with Tom the day before. After his brothers walked in on you kissing, you ordered a take away pizza from Pizza Hut and watched a movie in his living room. At times, Tom bender over to give you a small peck on your lips or his hand caressed your check as you laid your head on his shoulder. You looked like a couple, at this didn’t bother you at all.
“Let me guess… this ‘change’ has curls and used to annoy the shit out of you?”
You open your mouth to answer when you feel your phone vibrating in your pocket.

From: Tom

Join me in the Science Laboratory xx

You smile and raise your hand to ask your teacher if you can go to the toilet.
Violet murmurs a weak “Yeah, the toilet” as you stand up and leave the class.
A shiver runs down your spine, it’s like your body feels empty without Tom’s touch.
You don’t even need to give the command to your feet to go to the science lab, your body is doing everything without your mind’s control.
When you open the door of the laboratory, your heart misses a beat.
You don’t even have the time to say something, not even a ‘hello’ that Tom’s lips are attached to yours, his hands on your hips.
“Were you missing me this much?” you ask between kisses.
Tom is ravenous, he kisses you millions of times without saying a word.
Remembering what the taught you the previous day, you take his lover lip between your teeth and start biting and sucking him, driving Tom completely insane.
As usual, it’s all a matter of second as you find yourself pressed against a wall.
“You have no idea of how much I love this” he says as he starts kissing your neck, finding almost immediately the spot that makes you sigh the most.
That’s how things go with Tom: every time you gain confidence, he always finds new ways to make you shiver, remembering you to be good.
His teeth biting your neck interrupt your flow of thoughts.
'Has he just left me a hickey?’ you ask yourself.
Tom stops his actions and takes a step from you to admire his work.
“What th-”
“I’ve left you a small souvenir” he says with a smirk, your shocked face was one of the funniest things he has ever seen.
“Tom but what if my parents see it?”
He just shrugs his shoulders “I don’t know and I don’t care” and with that, he leaves the room.
“Idiot” you murmur.
When you come back to the classroom, Violet notices immediately the hickey on your neck.
“Did in find Dracula in the toilet?” she asks with a smirk “oh and your phone buzzed twice”.
You pretend not to hear her comment about your hickey and grab your phone.

From: Tom

“You’re beautiful when you’re angry at me”

From: Haz

“Hello beautiful. Would you like to come to my place this afternoon? I’m still sick and I need company”

You reply a strong 'fuck off’ to Tom and you write Harrison that you would come after school.
“Sooo” Violet starts “Where were we with your story?”






“Hello Rudolf*” you greet Harrison with a huge smile and a kiss on his check.
“Hello to you too” he replies as he blows his nose “This fucking cold won’t leave me”
Even with his red nose, lucid eyes and his pajama he still looks attractive.
“I like how you’re dressed” he compliments you.
You smile widely “Thank you. I’m also learning how to put make up on.”
“Well, that’s impressive. You can go to my bedroom while I make some tea” he says closing the front door behind you.
You did as he told you and reach his bedroom upstairs. When you open the door, Harrison’s essence floods into your nostrils making your head spinning.
“I’m coming” Harrison yells from the bottom of the stairs.
You take a seat on his bed as Haz enters the room with a tray.
“Green tea or earl grey?” he asks you.
“Green tea, please”
You look at him carefully, trying to memorize every single movement.
“Are you ok?” he asks you giving you your cup.
“I was just thinking. Are you feeling better?”
Harrison seats next to you “yeah, more or less. Saturday night I was at a party and I got cold.”
You feel your heart clenching in your chest “Oh really? Was it good?”
“Oh yes. I had a really nice time” he takes a sip of his tea “I had a blast. And I have so many things to tell you!”
You fake a smile “Serious?”
“Yes” he smiles widely “I’ve met this girl a few weeks ago. She’s really pretty, super nice, with the best smile in the world. We chat a lot, and we’ve been on a few dates.”
You just nod, trying not to scream at his face that he’s an asshole.
“And Saturday I asked her to become my girlfriend”.
Your eyes widen and you jaw falls open in surprise “You what?”
“I asked her to be officialize things” he repeats “Aren’t you happy?”
No. “Yes, I’m super happy for you” you lie and you leapt towards Harrison to hug him, so that he can’t see your disappointed expression.
“I’m so happy that you approve it. I can’t wait to introduce you to her. Oh, and her name is Jess” he explains, hugging your closer.
“Sure, I’m excited as well. How did you meet her?”
Harrison breaks the hug and puts his empty cup on the tray and shrugs his shoulders “It was thanks to Tom. You see, Jess is his cousin. She moved from New Castle two months ago.”
Your eyes widen again “Tom?”
“Yeah, he organized a sort of blind date.”
A rush of rage crosses your body and your eyes fill with tears.
'How could I have been so stupid?’ You ask yourself. Tom didn’t want to help you, he just wanted to make fun of you, using you as a toy and then throwing you away once he finished playing.
“Y/N, are you ok?” Harrison asks you, caressing your shoulders.
“Sorry Harrison, I really have to go, now”







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*Rudolf is Santa’s reindeer, the one with the red nose (I specify in case you didn’t know, lol) 

Pennywise & Teen!Reader Imagine

Chapter 2 Part 1: 

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Warning: Partial Nudity 

Note: This is part 2 to my fanfic Pennywise & Child reader imagine (sorry im just learning how to use tumbler so I don’t know how to link yet 😅) Anyways this takes place about 10 years after my first fanfic so the reader is around 16 and the reader should relationship with Stan is love but the relationship with Pennywise is like a platonic buddy relationship. And thank you Alejandra1358 for the plot suggestions. Enjoy! 

It had been so long since you’ve last gone to Derry, Maine about 8 or so years ago. Your Aunt decided to bring you back up for a family reunion. It had been a long 3 hour ride but now you were back in good ol’ Maine. You were listening to your “emo” music in the passengers seat watching the trees past and letting the feeling of nostalgia wash over you.

You leaned back into your seat kicking your combat boots up onto the dashboard nodding along to the music.

“Sweetie?” Your Aunt Sam said.

You pulled your sunglasses down and pulled out an earbud, “What’s wrong?”

The woman pursed her lips but replied, “Nothing is wrong. Just…please remember to stick to the curfew of not going out of the house past 7 and especially be cautious of any suspicious activity.”

“Suspicious? Your talking like we’re in a 007 movie.” You joked only to realize your aunt was serious for once.

“We’re only going to be here for a week so…don’t do anything stupid, but make new friends. Just—don’t go too far with those friends. Understood?”

You lifted your glasses back up and replied, “Crystal.”

You continued to listen to your music until you noticed something strange. A single red ballon just floating there on the side of the road. Why did that ballon seem so familiar?

“Auntie?”

“Mm?”

“Did you see that ballon?”

“A balloon?”

“Yeah it was just floating there on the side of the road.”

Your aunt gave you a strange look as if she was asking if you were “smoking the devils lettuce” before turning back to the road.

You decided not to push it and continued to listen to your music but couldn’t stop feeling like you knew that from somewhere. Like a memory buried deep, deep, down inside your brain being dusted off and brought to the light. Only the light was dim and you could just faintly remember blue eyes and a big clown like grin. And a name…what was it?

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~Warning // Pt. 1~ (Hamilsquad X Reader)

A/N: Hello hello hello! My power only came back on about three hours ago and the first thing I did was write this because I’m a dweeb lol. IDK how many parts this is going to be, we’ll burn that bridge when we come to it. Anyway, I’m going to go sleep for a million and a half years. Enjoy!!!!  

T/W: Attempted rape, roofying, alcohol, swearing, blackmail

Pt 1  Pt 2  Pt 3  Pt 4  Pt 5  Pt 6


Thomas Jefferson was a name you had heard too many times to count.

A pompous, indignant, rich prick in a magenta suit – or so you had been told. His reputation was widely-known, though, it wasn’t like you were the only one who knew who he was. No, the Jefferson family was a popular and feared household that had worked in the law business for over nine decades.

Anyone who was anyone knew the name, and either brightened or cower at the sound of it.

Alexander and John were by no means afraid of him, nor did they like him. In fact, it was well known around the office that Alexander would rather chug a whole cup of magma than talk to Thomas. He would come home from a long day of work looking absolutely disheveled and yet somehow still have the energy to rant and rave and fume at how shitty this man was at his job.

John had a much calmer approach, but still said that he would, given the chance, gladly hurl Thomas into the sun. Laf worked on a completely different branch than John and Alex, but had still had enough encounters with Jefferson to learn the American phrase ‘shit-faced motherfucker’ just to call him that behind his back. Hercules didn’t even work with the rest of the boys, but he still managed to be the one Jefferson came to for all his clothes. He swore that the man only wanted magenta suits with black trim because he knew how hard it would be to get the fabric like that.

You were the only one to hate the man without knowing his face.

“He’s nothing but a douchebag with enough money to buy Canada.” Alex huffed, pulling his hair into a floppy bun in front of the mirror.

You flattened down your dress, one of the ones Herc had made that made your boys practically salivate to see you in, and fixed your hair slightly. Alex broke his intense gaze with his hair in the mirror to look back at you, his jaw dropping as his eyes skimmed up and down your figure.

“Damn, (Y/N), you look…” He swallowed thickly, voice dropping to a growl. “Edible.”

You giggled slightly. “No touching.” He deflated slightly, pouting. “I have to look good for your friends.”

“I’d hate to think you’re implying my male colleagues, (Y/N).” He smirked, coming to stand behind you and watch your reflection over your shoulder.

“Why, Mr. Hamilton,” You put on your best southern accent, placing a hand over your heart and dropping your jaw as you looked back at him. “Are you saying I would dress this way for anyone but yourself and our lovely boyfriends?”

He smiled dopily, resting his chin on your shoulder and snaking his arms around your waist. “God, I hope not.” He pressed a quick kiss to your mouth and ran off before you could yell at him for smudging your lipstick.

As you pelted from the room behind him, Laf stepped out from the bedroom across from yours as you passed it, half dressed with his bow-tie dangling, wrapping his arms around your waist and picking you up, spinning you around. You giggled as you struggled, trying to get to Alex, but Laf only held you closer to his body.

“Laf put me down! I have to make Alex pay for messing up my makeup!”

A squeak sounded from the kitchen, and Alex’s voice was heard, “Hide me, John!”

Laf only chuckled, setting you down to turn you to face him, smiling at you as your eyes darted to the side, as though you were trying to see where Alex was. Laf tutted and took your chin gently, moving your head to make you look at him. You stopped trying to move your head as his sparkling eyes met yours, your heart melting a little as he slowly retracted his hand.

His eyes moved to your lips, and he gave a soft smile. “You are still as beautiful as the day we met.” He mumbled, running his thumb over your cheek. A blush spread out over your cheeks and you shuffled slightly, bathing in his compliment.

“Well, so are you, Frenchy…”

He chuckled at that, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, leaning in close enough for you to feel his warm breath on your ear.

“Go get him, sweetheart.”

You broke into a grin and took off towards the living room as Laf chuckled, ducking back into the bedroom to finish getting dressed. You stopped as you entered, almost running straight into John, who stood in the middle, smirking and doing up the buttons on his jacket, avoiding your gaze.

“Hey, Jacky…” You asked breathlessly, looking around for any sign of Alexander. “Have you seen Alex?”

“Alex?” He asked, confused. “I don’t know any Alex’s.” He shrugged, his gaze not breaking from the TV in front of him, playing some game that he was pretending to be interested in.

You gave a breathless sigh. “John, where is he?”

“Alex… I’ve heard that name before. Alex-is? Alex-andria? Alex-andro? Nope, nothing rings a bell…” He shrugged, tucking his tie into his vest and turning to you. He did a double take as his eyes trailed down your figure, but he was quick to snap his gaze back to your face.

“You sure you don’t want to tell me where Alex is, Johnny?” He bit his lip as you got closer to him, placing your hands on his chest and sliding them up to his shoulders. You had to get on your tip-toes to reach his ear, but as soon as your teeth nipped at his earlobe, his knees were weak, and you could reach his head with ease. “Or am I going to have to make you?”

You could hear him swallow thickly as he stood back up, looking down at you as your lips trailed down his neck, hitting the sweet spot and making him gasp.

“B- Behind the curtains.” He whimpered, screwing his eyes shut as your teeth grazed his skin. You looked behind him, and sure enough, there was a lump behind the curtain.

You smirked against his collarbone, nose brushing the nape of his neck as you slowly pulled away from him, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek like nothing had happened. “That’s it?” He asked, looking like a lost puppy as he held onto your hand so you wouldn’t leave.

You smiled, winking at him as you let go. “You’ll get the rest later.” A pink blush crept out over his cheeks as he rubbed the back of his neck, walking off towards Laf’s room.

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