Kiss Me Not -Part 12-

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tags: drarry, hogwarts eighth year, soulmates au

Harry drifted close to the walls as he walked through the dark castle hallways heading for the Great Hall where Draco’s dot on the map had been last. Inside, the sconces along the walls were unlit but the candles still hovered over the long student tables. The flickering flames added new stars to the enchanted sky above which was clear and bright with a billion pinpricks of light.

Draco was sitting on the edge of the head teachers table, swinging his legs back and forth idly as he craned his neck back to look up at the false sky. The moon shone through the windows behind him, crowning him with a silver halo of light.

Harry leaned against the door frame, taking a deep breath to brace himself. The thing was, he had always rather noticed Draco, his hair and his voice and the way he gestured. Harry had noticed him a great deal more than anyone else and he didn’t even really realize he was doing it unless someone pointed it out. He just found his eyes drawn to the flash of white-blond hair and turned when he heard his voice. Harry wondered if maybe everything had been leading up to this in some sort of roundabout way and if it had, and what Ron said was true, then Draco must have felt it too, a bit at least.

Harry took the silencing spell off his shoes and pulled his cloak off.

Draco jumped slightly when Harry crossed the floor and then glared. He waited until Harry was closer so he could keep his voice down to a hiss, “Are you stalking me, Potter?”

Harry stopped at the bottom of the risers leading up the head table, looking up at Draco. Before he could answer, Draco threw in another barb.

“I should say, stalking me again. You never do know when to leave well enough alone. Always poking your nose where it doesn’t belong, trying to make things right,” Draco sneered.

Harry hesitated and then nodded, “Yeah.”

Draco twitched backwards, looking more surprised than when Harry had first startled him.

Harry took a deep breath, “Yeah to all of it. And I’m afraid am really stubborn as well.”

Draco stared at him.

Harry smiled hopefully.

After a drawn out bit of silence, Draco said, “You’re a nutter.”

“Maybe so,” Harry said, stuffing his hands in his pockets, “So I was thinking, I could start sharing time.”

“Sharing time?” Draco asked after a pause, still looking at Harry as if he had gone rabid.

“Well, that’s what you called it.” Harry said, slightly defensively, “Just ask me something.”

Draco’s eyes narrowed, “What sort of something?”

“Anything you want?” Harry said trying not to roll his eyes.

Draco’s eyes narrowed further and he looked Harry over and then around the room, as if expecting a trap. Once satisfied, he asked, “What happened in the forest?”

Harry groaned. Of all the things he had to ask, it would be that.

“I knew you were full of shit,” Draco said quietly, his voice lacking its normal venom.

“That’s not it,” Harry said, pushing his hand through his hair, “Only three people know what really happened, your mum, Ron and Hermione and the last thing I want is it getting out-” he waved a hand at the world in general, “-there. It’s bad enough as it is with the press and papers and this stupid kiss thing.”

“Aww,” Draco said with a melodramatic pout, “Poor Potty, doesn’t want all the world to love and adore him, bowing, grovelling, kissing his feet?”

Harry frowned at him, “You’ve got to know I hate it. If you know me at all, you’ve got to know I hate it.” He sat on the risers, his back to Draco, scrubbing his hands over his face, “I was cornered by a group of second years today. Twelve years old. I swear to Merlin they only went up to my waist.”

Behind him, Draco choked a laugh down into a snigger.

“Very funny,” Harry muttered.

Draco jumped off the table and reluctantly sat on the steps near Harry, “I won’t tell anyone about whatever happened in the forest.”

Harry glanced over at him sidelong.

“I won’t!” Draco said petulantly.

Harry draped his hands over his knees and stared at them fixedly, “I died.” He took a shaky breath and quickly added on before Draco could ruin the moment, “I went into the forest and Voldemort killed me with an avada kedavra.”

“You don’t look very dead,” Draco said.

“I came back,” Harry smiled faintly, “Decided it wasn’t for me.”

Draco grinned for a split second before wiping the expression from his face, “Very funny, Potter, but that doesn’t make any sense. People don’t just come back from the killing curse.”

“Well, there were a lot of factors involved,” Harry said, thinking of the deathly hallows and being a horcrux but it was too soon to share that just yet. “Dumbledore always said love was the strongest magic there is. I was going to die to protect them, everyone in the school.”

“Sounds like bullshit to me,” Draco said.

Harry shrugged, “Ask your mum then. She was there, she saw me get hit by the curse. Voldemort asked her to check I was dead and she lied to him, so she could find you.” He shivered and squeezed his hands together, “How about we talk about anything else now. How are you doing on the potions assignment?”

Draco studied him, his shoulders relaxing, “I finished it yesterday.”

Harry grimaced, “Any pointers?”

“What do you have so far?”

Harry’s grimace deepened, “I haven’t started it yet?”

Draco closed his eyes like he was in pain, “It’s due in two days, Potter.”

Harry shrugged guiltily, “I finished the Defense paper.”

“We still have a week for that!” Draco said in dismay.

“It was more interesting!” Harry said defensively.

Draco rolled his eyes, “Fine. Meet me in the library tomorrow after classes and I shall assist you, out of pity, of course.”

Harry grinned, “I’ll see you there.”

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His Replacement | Harrison Osterfield

Summary: Tom Holland hires a new assistant after Harrison Osterfield lands the role as the next Harry Osborn in the upcoming Marvel films and Harrison finds himself fancying his replacement a lot more than he expected…

Warning: swearing

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x reader

Type: Oneshot

Requested: multiple anonymous people

A/N: I actually combined four anonymous requests for this oneshot just to make it a better plot. I thought the four would go nicely together. Hope you all enjoy it!


Originally posted by tomhollandandtessa

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ten and a half. pt.1

pairing: choi seunghyun/T.O.P x you
rating: m (language, explicit sexual content)
genre: angst, fluff, smut
themes: age difference, drama, jealousy


Originally posted by tabi87

“Ready?” Seunghyun nodded, enthusiastic smile plastered onto his handsome face. “Alright. One, two… three!

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Cassandra Pentaghast - Sneaking up on Cassandra Pentaghast, the Seeker, the woman of nails required a will of iron. And a death wish. She’d be training, as she usually is. Sword swinging, sweat dripping down in her face. Most questioned why she trained fully clothed, in her armor, when most would at least strip down a layer of armor. But she liked the challenge, the weight on her shoulders, back and chest. It was a game she used to play with Antony, seeing how fast you could move with metal weighing you down. Surely, if he were here, he would be proud to see that she hit almost as fast as a rouge. As previously mentioned, one would have a death wish if they planned on sneaking up on her. The Inquisitor moved fast, just barely dodging the sword that would swing around. Her eyes would be sharp, lips thin and taut. The expression would melt away, shock replacing it. Then distaste. “Inquisitor, please, announce when you are- Oh!” The shock of lifting her up and off her feet would bring that shock back to her face. Her eyes would be wide, feet dangling. She had received hugs before, but not one so…tight. Her armor kept her lungs safe though, and her feet would gently touch the ground. She’d be at a lost for words, cheeks slightly red, expression confused. “It is…good to see you to Inquisitor. But if you have time to waste, you can train with me.” Poor, poor Inquisitor.

Cassandra Pentaghast (Romanced) - She would be less on edge when training. Not so intense, training out of habit and not necessity now. She would not be so quick to whirl around, sword raised, but she would turn sharply, face curious at the approaching steps. And then she would smile, slowly and small, but a smile none the less. The Inquisitor visited more and more, exchanging small flirtations, or simply wanting to talk. Occasionally, he would manage to convince her to step away from her vigorous training regiment to gently press soft kisses on her face, lips and hands. By the look in there eyes, this would be one of those times. She was already setting her sword to the side, but squeaked when her feet were clearly no longer touching the ground. The woman was no common maiden but her cheeks would be red as she was held close to his warm chest, The Inquisitors chest. Shame would heat her ears. People could see! But the soft kiss on her lips would melt away her worries and she’d bury her face into his neck, whispering a soft half hearted insult.

Solas - Most did not linger in his room, the silent and intelligent elf occasionally intimidating, peculiar or odd. That, and no one felt so calm around him, the mysterious out of nowhere individual who had made his way into the Inquisitor’s inner circle with his intelligence and words alone. When he hears feet lingering, though, his eyes would slowly rise. The Inquisitor. A friend, someone he didn’t need to don a cold appearance to. He would rise, bare feet padding on the stone floor. “How may I be of assistance?” A simple one. one that did not warrant a hug. He would panic, for a moment, but he would soon relax as he was squeezed gently. He’d grunt softly, gently patting their chest until he was put down. His eyes would be curious, cautious as he raised an eye brow. “Inquisitor, I don’t need to point out how odd it would be if one of your staff saw you embracing the elf.” If an elf he would say ‘the apostate’, if an elven mage he’d simply continue looking on with curiosity. Once the Inquisitor left, he would smile ever so slightly, fondly, sitting back down at his seat.

Solas (Romanced) - The fade was a beautiful place. A place away from prying eyes and prying people. If a mage, it would be a simple thing to find her and pull her to the dream like Haven, suspended in a timeless and beautiful sunset, if not, he would tug her slowly out of her dreams, pulling her into his arms. The silence that would reign would be a warm one, eyes gently regarding each other, lips twinged ever so slightly. He would not be surprised as he felt the artificial gravity changing and shifting and he’d chuckle, happily going into her more than capable arms. She’d huff, coaxing his legs around her waist and arms around her neck and just like that she’d carry him around. He found it charming, really. And it was no negative that it kept them close and warm in this fake haven. He would close his eyes, pressing a soft kiss against her neck as she chattered on about stuffy nobles or annoyances in her travels or business as Inquisitor.

Varric - It had to be some sort of unspoken rule, don’t pick up a dwarf. It’s belittling. Hah, that one was good. But still, it was considered disrespectful. But did the Inquisitor care? Of course not. Breaking social laws when you make them came hand in hand. The hearth would be alight, warming his hands and toes. He was used to the clomp, patter and tap of feet as they passed by, his current station in the main hall made sure of that. But when he heard those feet coming towards him, it could only be Hawke or the Inquisitor. He turned on his heel, a smile curling on his lips. And then he’d see the arms. No. Oh no. The humanity. Being so far off the ground gave him a bit of vertigo, but the totally un-amused expression on his face hid it. “Haha. Very funny. Picking on the dwarf because of his height. That’s nice and all, but I enjoy the ground Inquisitor, and I’m sure you like having clean clothes. You should put me down before we both regret it.” With record pace he was set down. A smile would tug at his lips and a soft chuckle in his throat though , of course, as he waved the Inquisitor off.

Vivienne - Now if the Inquisitor didn’t have a death wish with Cassandra, they surely had a death wish now. It was easy to find the woman, sitting at her balcony, sipping on wine and talking to some Duchess of where ever and a Duke from how come, to the Inquisitor the only who that mattered was Vivienne. They’d probably loose their steam half way through, watching her eyes flick over to them. They’d slow their pace, lips going from their wide smile to a smaller, more nervous smile. “Hello Darling. There you are, I’ve been looking for you. Madame, Ser, if you do not mind.” She’d wave them both off, her polite smile turning into her sharp one, a chuckle leaving her lips. “The woman got her title from buying it, not earning it, and he is no nobleman. A merchant who knows how to primp himself, surely, but no nobleman. I wasn’t truly looking for you, just looking for an excuse. What do you need, Darling?” They’d hesitate, hands twitching. Well, it’s now or never. The Inquisitor would lunge forward, holding the woman to their chest. And then they’d lift her up, giving a small twirl. And then they’d slowly set her back down. Fear, anticipation and regret would thrum in their ears but then, oh. She was smiling. “Yes yes Darling I’m happy to see you too. But such affections should be saved for the private company of friends, not outside in the open for all to see. I trust you will not make this mistake again?” Her eyes would go hard, lips thinned and eyebrows raised. Just happy to be escaping with their lives, they would nod and be off on their way to their next hugging victim. Vivienne would watch, silent, eyes going warm before she returned to her wine.

Iron Bull - Truly the Inquisitors biggest challenge yet. Literally. The Iron Bull was a man who could surely weigh up to a druffalo, and being on the receiving end of bear hugs ends today. They would walk into the Tavern, a stride in their step and a thrill of anticipation would curl down their back. They’d stand their, arms crossed, gazing down at the Iron Bull. “Bull, I want a hug.” The Inquisitor would say, a smile curling on their lips. Who was the man to deny such a sweet request. He’d rise from his chair, chuckling deeply as he opened his arms, prepared to lift them off their feet. But then he would grunt, deep and breathless as he felt the most crushing hold on his chest. And then he gasped. The last time he had been off his feet was when a dragon had knocked him clear across a field. But this was not a dragon. His hands would fall to their shoulders, holding on tight, grinning wide as he watched their feet step back shakily. He expected to be dropped right on his ass. But their feet stood still. Their knees stopped shaking. And they stood perfectly still, nuzzling him. Nuzzling. The Tavern was dead silent. And then righteous applause, screams even. The shout he’d give as well would be the loudest, a deep and rumbling laugh would leave him. The Inquisitors red, yet proud face would be the most endearing thing he’s seen since Krem woke up with a cow lick.

Iron Bull (Romanced) - It was usually Bull in charge. The man was naturally dominant, what could he say? But the Inquisitor had something else in mind today. They would wander into the Tavern, eyes flitting around until they landed on the large grey mass. Weaving through the masses to his true goal was an easy task and they would smile. “Come with me?” They’d say softly, and Bull’s friendly exterior would melt, a warm chuckle on his lips. “Of course, Kadan.” From there most knew to get out of the way, and get the closest ear plugs they could. The trek to the Inquisitors room was one that was welcome, adding to the tension, to the silent foreplay of their eyes raking over one another. Once in the room, the Inquisitor would be quick, grabbing Bull’s thighs with a soft grunt and lifting him up, pressing him against the wall. The Iron Bull? His eyes would be wide, blinking slowly. And then he’d grin. “So that’s how it’s gonna be, huh? Alright. I’ll make you work for it, though.” The entirety of the Inquisition would weep, for no one got sleep that night,

Sera - She would be in her room, easy to find, mumbling softly as she fiddled with a jar. She’d snap to attention when she heard someone enter the room, throwing the jar out the window with a half innocent smile. Screeches could be heard and a faint buzzing. “Wasn’t me. Gravity done did it. Not me.” She’d say, predicting some sort of lecture. But all the Inquisitor could do was give a deep sigh and a fond smile. She’d then get suspicious. But her suspicious would turn into wheezing because she should not be so far off the ground. A wheezy chuckle would leave her lips and she would kick her feet back and forth, demanding to be put down. They do exactly that. Her bum hits the ground with a thump and she hisses, blinking. “Okay okay. Guess I deserved that.” Her smile would be contagious and warm and the Inquisitor would smile right back. 

Sera (Romanced) - Up to no good, as always. She wouldn’t be quick to react or jump. Most knew not to come into her room unless they wanted to get a prank or two. But Inky? Well, they were always welcome. She turned on her heel, shaking the jar of bees in her hand and a manic grin curled on her lips. “Ya up for som- Oh! Oh. Hehehe.” She’d let her feet dangle, and she would gently throw the jar onto a stack of pillows she ‘borrowed’. Thin arms would wrap around her neck and she’d press a soft kiss against the Inquisitors lips, sighing softly. “If ya wanted some sugar you could have just asked for some. Near got a face full a bees!” The Inquisitor would huff, showering her with kisses and dragging her off to the roof, where they could sit and cuddle. 

Blackwall - The man had claimed the barn as his own, his place of sleep, his place of wood work and his place of relaxation. He had somehow ended up having it all to himself, though that was not his intention. He wanted to make it clear that he was a soldier like any other. But of course, only special treatment for the Inquisitor’s inner circle. Speaking of the devil, the person in question would saunter in. He’d smile, dusting himself off as he walked over slowly. He’d open his mouth to address them, but well, he didn’t get much of a choice. He was a heavy man, muscle and body wise, but the Inquisitor proved to be more strong than that. He coughed softly, face going red as he dangled for a moment. “Well. Ehem. Hello to you too, Inquisitor.” His feet hit the floor, looking on with a half smile. The Inquisitor would be pleased with that, grinning.

Blackwall (Romanced) - The barn had become more than just his lodging. It had become a memory, a reminder of the night he did his biggest wish and largest regret. Now that he thinks about it, it was foolish. Anyone could have walked in. He shook his head at the thought, grunting softly. But he would be knocked out of his thoughts, eyes slowly turning as he heard the foot steps. Say her name, and she comes. “My lady.” He murmured, already heading over to lure her into a hug or a kiss. And he got exactly that. He blinked, though, because she had a hold of his wrists, he wasn’t able to take control. He watched curiously, his back hitting the wall. And she lifted him up. His face went red, a deep and hearty chuckle left his lips. His legs rested on her waist, an arm slung around her shoulder, and the kiss was soft and light. He’d have it no other way.

Cole -  “Warm, soft and safe, in your arms they can’t hurt, in your arms they are safe. They would have to bend and break your fingers, destroy and shatter the bone. You want to protect us, you want us to be happy, you love us. You want a hug. I would like one too.” The Inquisitor would smile, eyes slightly sad as they picked the boy up. He felt frail, thin. It worried them as they gently rocked on their feet. Cole’s ghostly arms slid around them, giving a warm hug. He said softly, eyes downcast. “You do not need to worry. We are safe. You keep us safe. You help. And we love you too.” The Inquisitor isn’t crying, your crying.

Dorian Pavus - Ah, the pursuit of knowledge. Truly a noble pursuit, really, one of the few out there that remained forever in the ambiguous grey area. You could read to learn how to fight, cook, to kill, to pray, to debate or to help you with a particularly troublesome blister on your arse. And where was Dorian? In the library, of course. His fingers skimmed over the titles, occasionally sighing or rolling his eyes. Truly, the Inquisitor didn’t read these? They were all so…dull. And uninformative. Really, they had to have their own special collection hidden away in that room of there’s because no one but a Free Marcher would pass this off as readable. He heard footsteps, but paid them no mind, continuing his browsing, fingers being wretched away and was that the ground with his feet not on it? Why, yes it was. He noticed the awful beige color of his kidnapper and he chuckled. “Oh my. A poorly dressed brute is carrying me off. Someone, help.” The Inquisitor chuckled, setting him back down. “Predictable. No one helped. My captor themselves had to set me free! Very predictable.” He shot Mother Giselle a look, turning back to his reading.  

Dorian Pavus (Romanced) - Reading had become a lot more complicated now a days. Not because he had lost his will to study, of course not, knowledge was power and he wanted that as much as he wanted gels for his hair and mustache. But, his mind had been on other things. Other someones. An other someone. The Inquisitor. The man was truly something to marvel at, muscle and charm. He sighed softly, holding a hand to his chin. He didn’t even notice, didn’t even hear his approach. The Inquisitor pressed against him and he chuckled, pressing right back. “Oh my. Is that a staff or are you happy to see me?” He would purr, head tipping back for the softest of kisses to the Inquisitors chin. He predicted the next part, feet being swept off the ground, an arm under his knees and one on his back. He laughed heartily, eyes twinkling. “Sweeping me off of my feet like a maiden? I’m already deflowered, you know, your fault of course.” Mother Giselle’s poor eyes. 


Notes: @real-life-dragon-age-trash Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you! This was a pleasure to write. Took me an hour. loved this prompt. Love you. 

coffee shop soundtrack

pairing: chanyeol x reader
in which this one customer comes in everyday to drink coffee and stare at you, but you think he’s kind of cute despite the creepy circumstances

a/n: okay so this is my first attempt at a proper scenario, and it’s lowkey kind of messy but enjoy it anyway lol

Originally posted by kaisanity

“I don’t want to alarm you or anything,” Soojung said, sidling over to you as you handed a customer his change before sending him on his way with a smile, “But some guy came in about five minutes ago, and he hasn’t stopped staring at you since.”

Your brows furrowed at her words, turning to look at your co-worker in confusion, “Seriously?”

There was always a lull in the flow of customers at this time, the golden time period in between people dropping by who were on their lunchbreaks, and the high school kids being let out from school; it wasn’t often that people stayed long enough to warrant taking a seat in said period, and you were certain you’d have noticed someone walking in and doing so.

“Seriously,” She replied, sending a pointed glance in the direction of the back wall, “A friend of yours, or something?”

Sure enough, a guy was sat at the back of the coffee shop, hunched over a drink that you couldn’t remember getting for him, staring resolutely at the cup in front of him with his cheeks painted a flushed red. Had he heard you talking?

“No, I don’t recognise him,” You told her, eyeing him up curiously, “Are you sure he was even looking at me? He could have been reading the drinks menu.”

Soojung scoffed, “Trust me, that boy was checking you out. I’m surprised you didn’t notice, I thought he was going to burn a hole in the back of your head.”

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Close Your Eyes//Theo Raeken

Originally posted by stilinski-jpeg

44 with theo from teen wolf pleaseee 💖

44: “Close your eyes”

Italics are Y/N’s thoughts :)


I didn’t know what to expect when Theo asked me out here..

“Hey, meet me in the woods tonight at 8” he said “I want to show you something” he said.

What a lovely idea.

Maybe he found out that I liked him and wanted to reject me while I was alone, or maybe murder me, I haven’t decided yet.

I stood there alone in the dark wood, the sound of leaves rustling in the crisp autumn air filled my ears. My mind wandered as I waited for Theo, thinking about the blue eyes I could get lost in forever, his strong arms to wrap around me in the cold upcoming weather..

Geez Y/N, quit pining, he doesn’t even like you like that, or at all as far as I know..

I was pulled from my daze when I heard a stick snap behind me and my heart dropped

You’re out here alone.

In the woods.

At night.

Before I could react, two hands reached around my head and covered my eyes. I could recognize Theo’s scent almost instantly, so warm and inviting.

“Guess who?” he asked. I could even hear the smile on his face as my heart melted.

“Very funny Theo, you almost scared me half to death” I laugh while reaching to bring his hands down.

As I turned to look at him, I lost my breath. He looked amazing in his soft red flannel; plus a leather jacket and a smile like his? I think he is trying to kill me.

After the embarrassingly long time I took gawking at him, I finally pulled myself together.

“What did you want to show me?” I asked, trying to clear my throat inconspicuously.

“Okay, but first give me your hand” he said. My heartbeat sped up so much when our hands met, he must’ve heard it.

“Alright, now: close your eyes”.

I did as he asked, and followed him as he led me through the trees. After a few minutes of Theo making sure I didn’t break an ankle trying to follow him, he slowed and let my hand go. In the few seconds of silence, I heard Theo’s rapid breathing. Was he nervous?

“We’re here. Open your eyes” he said, voice much softer than usual.

My eyes flutter open and I almost can’t believe the sight before me.

Theo, with a nervous smile on his face and a picnic basket in hand, a blanket spread on the soft grass, candles lit surrounding the palette before us, and stars shining brightly in the dark sky.

I was speechless.

I think a little too speechless, because the surprised look on my face didn’t fade until Theo’s voice filled my ears.

“D-do you like it?” he asked.

I’ve never seen him like this, so uneasy and vulnerable.

He’s cute when he’s nervous.

“I-I love it Theo. It’s beautiful.. Did you do this all for me?”

“Of course I did, I wanted tonight to be perfect” he said.

I walked over to him and laced my arm through his.

“It is Theo, it is” I replied, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Writer’s Note: Hi everyone!! I’m so sorry I haven’t been super active, school is super busy and stressful, but I’m going to try to post more often. As always, thank you for the request anon, and I hope you like it!

No Matter What. [Daryl Dixon x Reader] Part Two.

[Part One]

Word Count: 2,611
Warnings: Language

A/N: Thank you so much for all the positive comments on part one of this story! It was originally intended to be a one shot but after some requests to do a part two, I sat down and this happened! I’m thinking this could turn into a story so if you would like that or like to be tagged as I add to it, let me know! And please let me know what you think!

“Try it again.”

With a nod, you pressed on the gas pedal a couple of times and then turned the key in the ignition. After a few clicks and a depressingly low thud, the engine gave up again. For the fifth time.

“Fuck.” Daryl snapped, slamming the hood shut and kicking the grill of the truck. “Piece of shit.”

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Prom Night (Raphael)

Prompt: A boy at your high school, named George, has asked you out; not because he likes you, but because you were his last option. Obviously, you turn him down since you have a turtle boyfriend who was going to meet with you behind the school. On the night of prom, you go outside to wait for your secret love. But the boy who had asked you out corners you outside and acts aggressive…

“Raphael, you need to calm down.” Your voice strained as you tried to get through to the large turtle. After you had told him about the human boy that had asked you out, the mutant began to freak out. At first it had started off with a huff, then a couple of questions, and now he was pacing about the room, still huffing and puffing about this human boy.

You knew the giant turtle was self-conscious about his appearance, but you had just been making innocent small talk about your day at school. If you had known the little piece of news would set him off on a rant, you wouldn’t have brought it up in the first place. Now you had to try and pull him

out of his own head and convince him you weren’t going to leave for some kid your hardly knew at school.

“Oh I’m calm,” Raphael announced, never slowing in his pacing. “What makes you think I’m not calm?”

You rolled your eyes and leaned forward. “Raph, this guy doesn’t mean a thing to me. I didn’t even know his name until today. He only asked me out to prom probably because he doesn’t have anyone to go with.”

He shook his head and looked at you. “Is that really a thing people do? Just ask people they don’t know out?”

“Yes!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands down. “Raph, seriously. It’s not a big deal. I told the guy ‘no’ and that I already have an awesome boyfriend taking me anyway.” You smiled, hoping the compliment would soothe his mood.

“Oh yeah, I’m taking you…” He still sounded angry and even waved a finger at an imaginary figure. “And I’m gonna take that kid’s head and smash it in a locker!”

You rolled your eyes and grumbled, burying your head into his bed. This was going nowhere; if he was going to be this mad then there was no way you could let him go with you. “No,” You lifted your head up and glared at him. “You’re not going.”

The words stopped the giant turtle dead in his tracks and he whipped his head to look at you. “What?” Now his voice wavered and his expression softened; the words were hitting him like a ton of bricks.

There was a little pang of guilt when you saw how hurt he looked, but you knew you had to stay strong. “Raph, you can’t come with me if you’re gonna look for a fight,” you explained, sitting up in his bed. “I don’t want you hurting some innocent kid because they decided to say 'hi’ to me!”

“I’m not—I got every reason to knock this sucker out!” He defended himself poorly.

You gestured to him, his outburst only proving your point. However, you knew you couldn’t stay mad at him for long, and he wouldn’t stay angry forever. “Look,” You turned his head, forcing him to look at you. “If you can calm yourself down before the night’s over, then you can come. Deal?” When he grumbled and looked away you gave his cheek a quick tap and hardened your tone. “Deal?”

He stared at you and you could tell he was having trouble beating the fire down. “Yeah, fine. Deal.” The giant turtle finally agreed and nodded.

“Good,” You nodded back before giving him a quick peck on the snout. “Now c'mon! Let’s go train!” You jumped a little before making your way toward the dojo.

Raphael groaned loudly but followed after you. “Why do you wanna train now?”

“Well we gotta get all that anger out of you somehow,” you waved a finger at him. “Or do you not wanna be my date?”

The red behemoth stopped and stared at you for a second before a mischievous smile crossed his face. “Well, I mean…there’s something else we could do to–”

“Nope!” You cut him off, turning away from him immediately. You knew if you had let him finish, you would want to actually take him up on the offer; however, you were trying to punish the turtle, not reward him.

His jaw dropped when you denied his request and he even growled a little bit. “Seriously? Not even gonna let me finish?”

“I’m not even gonna let you start!” You said half jokingly as you entered the dojo. “Now c'mon big guy. Let’s do some burpees!”

Even though he was outside, Raphael could still feel the music pulsating from the building in front of him. The giant turtle was perched on a thick tree branch, using the leaves to hide his large body from any onlookers. However, his attention was focused on the party going on inside as he tried to catch any glimpse of you.

Unfortunately for him, he was not able to control his anger even after the training session you made him go through. He had snapped when you had mentioned the boy’s name again afterward during a casual conversation. You had claimed it was a test, but to him it had felt more like a trick. The two of you had a small argument about it and in the end you had told him not to show up to the dance.

Of course, who would he be if he didn’t listen to you on occasion?

For a couple of hours he stared through the windows, watching as the other teenagers laughed, danced, and had a great time. Normally he would feel a little envious, but he was on the lookout for you. He had to make sure you were okay and that the other boy didn’t try anything with you. At least that’s what he kept telling himself.

As if on cue you appeared in his line of sight and his heart raced in his chest. You were wearing a red dress and your hair was done in such a perfect way that it just seemed to make your face even more beautiful than it already was. His stomach did flips and he wanted nothing more than to be in there with you; not to protect you, but just to have fun and enjoy your company.

There was a big smile on your face and a couple of your friends finally caught up with you. You all laughed at some joke and even took a group picture. You looked so happy and seemed to be having a lot of fun; it was starting to make him feel guilty for watching you from a tree like some kind of creep.

He scanned the area to make sure no one was around before sliding out of his hiding place. It was enough for him that you were having fun and enjoying the party with your friends. Even if this 'George’ kid tried anything, he knew you wouldn’t go for it; and if he got too aggressive, your friends would be there to help you.

Just as he lifted the manhole cover to begin his trek home, he felt the makeshift phone, that Donatello made for him, vibrate. With one hand propping the lid open, he used his other hand to fish the device from his pocket and read what was sent.

“Hey Big guy,” It was from you. “I know you’re probably still mad at me, but I really miss you. If you want, you should meet me behind the school on the blacktop. Love ya.”

His heart raced a little and a big smile covered his face. He honestly had not expected you to change your mind, but perhaps seeing all the other dancing couples had made you miss his company. Very carefully, he lowered the manhole cover and made sure to take his time in returning to the school. He knew that if he arrived first you would assume he had been there the whole time. Granted, it was true, but he really did not want to spoil the moment because of your perceptiveness.

“What, you think you’re too good for me or somethin’?” The sound of a young male voice pierced through the night and overpowered the muffled hum of music. Raphael would not have given the voice a second thought if it hadn’t been for the response.

“No, I’m just not into you.” Your reply was firm but the giant turtle could have sworn he heard distress in your tone. “Now get lost. I’m–.” The sound of a scuffle starting and your strained cries made him run. Secrecy be damned, he had to get to you and fast.

He did not bother assessing the situation and immediately sprung into action. “Get off!” He snarled, his hand engulfing the boy’s entire head as he yanked him off of you. Normally he would have just thrown the boy as hard as he could and let gravity do its work; however, he remembered the argument from before and instead just shoved him back enough to put himself between you and the human teenager.

The boy stumbled but squared himself up for a fight once he regained his balance. “Who the fuck–,” his look of fury quickly dropped to one of absolute terror the moment he laid eyes on the giant mutant turtle.

Raphael straightened his back and cracked his knuckles. He was going to say something cool, but the boy screamed and ran off before he could even utter a sound. Then again it was good that the teenager ran off; he wasn’t sure he would be able to control himself if the boy had actually tried to fight him.

“Raph!” You hissed at him and began to tug at his thick arm. “What are you doing? He just saw you!” Your voice was full of worry, not anger. They were ninjas for a reason, so for him to show himself to the boy was concerning.

“He’s just one kid.” The behemoth kept his eyes focused on the area the human had ran off in when he spoke. “No one’s gonna believe 'im,” He turned to you and smiled. “Besides. If he tries to use you to prove his point, you can just pretend he’s nuts.”

You were silent for a moment, still in shock that someone else had seen the giant turtle. Once his words finally sunk in you smirked a little. “What’s this? Using your brain instead of your muscles?” You pinched at his bicep and teased him further, “You sure you’re Raphael?”

He rolled his eyes but kept the smile on his face. “Ha-ha. Very funny,” He turned to face you and reached out to caress your shoulder. “You okay? He didn’t hurt you did he?” The idea of you being hurt made him regret letting the boy go so easily. If he found a bruise or scrape on you, he would hunt that creep down and really give him something to scream about.

“No, he didn’t.” You placed a hand over his and rubbed at the textured green skin with your smaller fingers. “It was more surprising than anything.”

His hand slid down your arm, stopping when it met the red fabric that covered your body. “I thought you said you were gonna wear yellow?”

You shrugged and took a step closer, guiding his hand down to your waist. “Yeah, well. I decided that red looked better.” As if on cue, you stood on your tiptoes just as he leaned down to place a kiss on your lips.

He kept his face close to yours once your lips parted. For a moment he hesitated to speak, but he let the words out anyway. “Told ya that kid was trouble.”

“Okay, this one time you’re right,” you smacked his arm playfully. “But that doesn’t mean you get to pummel every guy who wants to talk to me.” You added quickly.

“Yeah, yeah. I know,” Raphael sighed, already bored of the little lecture.

A flood of affection filled your body as you recalled what he had just done. It was like a scene from a silly movie. Your giant mutant turtle boyfriend had come and saved you from the nasty teenage boy who couldn’t take no for an answer.

You grabbed the ends of his bandanna and pulled him down for a longer kiss. He held you against his hard body as your lips parted, leaving both of you panting lightly. “Though, I wouldn’t argue if you beat a guy up for being too handsy,” you admitted, feeling your cheeks warm up as blood rushed to them.

“See, I knew you liked it when I got mad,” He chuckled, pressing his forehead against yours.

Even though in this instance you had not been in serious peril, he still could not imagine what he would do if something were to happen to you. He did his best not to let his mind linger on such a thing and was pulled back to the world when you tugged on his mask again.

There was a soft smile on your face and a look of endearment shimmering in your beautiful eyes. He waited for you to speak but you stayed silent. “What?” He finally inquired, “Is there something on my face?”

You giggled and pushed at his giant bicep playfully. “Nooo~,” you giggled and nodded at the sky. “Listen!”

He titled his head to hear what you were talking about. The soft sound of the slow melody playing from the school finally reached his ears and he knew exactly what you were trying to imply. “Oooh no,” he groaned a little. “I forgot to tell ya, but I can’t slow dance.”

Of course who would you be if you took 'no’ for an answer from him so easily. “Me neither,” You confessed as your hands directed his to grab your waist while you placed your own on his large chest. “We’ll just have to do it middle-school style.”

He chuckled and stared down at you. “You’re still speaking Greek to me.” It wasn’t that he was afraid of looking stupid, he just didn’t want to step on your feet and hurt you.

“It’s okay,” You reassured him as you began to sway slowly. “All you do is shuffle your feet and sway a little bit.”

He followed your lead as best as he could, eventually getting into the rhythm of it. It might not have been the most romantic scenario, dancing in the dark behind your school, but all that mattered was that he was with you. Just that small fact was enough to make his heart race.

When the song ended, he bent down and kissed you softly. “I love you,” He whispered.

“I love you too.” You smiled and rubbed at his hard chest. This was the best night you have had and you would have it any other way.

Please stay with me tonight (Draco x Reader)

You can read Part 2 here!

It was two in the morning when you finally decided that you crawl out from your bed after hours and hours suffering. You went to bed early because you were tired, but when your soul is exhausted it’s not something that sleep is going to fix. You take on a big hoodie and tiptoed out from your dorm, went down the common room to the dungeon’s corridor. It was a silent but snowy night outside, so when you were on the third floor you sit up on a window sill and started staring the landscape.

Sixth year at Hogwarts, but something has always tickled your brain. You loved here, you had a lot of friends - even from other houses. And yes, it was a big deal, because most of the students was prejudiced towards the Slytherins. You hate that, because you loved your house. There were mean people in there, yes, but you also got some really good friends, even your bests. Despite of this, you decided that you’ll show that you’re not what everybody thinks of Slytherins. You were kind with others, helpful, and sometimes saved those innocent first years from your abusive housemates. Firstly they didn’t approve that much, but your tounge was sharp and your mind was quick, so after a bit time everybody decided that it’s better if they’re not messing with you. You didn’t like to hurt other people’s feelings, but your ego never lets to shut your mouth if somebody started picking on you.

As a pureblooded Slytherin, your aunt was very proud of you, although you never really cared about blood status. You tired to be kind with everyone. Like a Hufflepuff. Sometimes you were brave like a Gryffindor, you studied nearly as much as a Ravenclaw, and you were proud and ambitious like a Slytherin. And because of this, you felt you don’t fit in anywhere.

You heard footsteps in the distance, so you placed your hand in your wand, just in case.
The shape came closer, and you saw the boy’s pale face. The face that look much paler on the snowy night’s light, the face that could look even scary if his lips didn’t smirk at you when the blue-grey eyes recognised you. The face that you loved and hated to see at the same time. 

„What are you doing here, darling? It’s almos three in the morning.” - Draco asked, smirk still on his face, but also looked concerned.

„I could ask the same for you.”

„You see, I’m a prefect, so I have to. In the other hand, you should be on your bed. I should punish you…” - he winked at you, smiling. Always the jokes. You didn’t answer, you wasn’t in the mood for jokes. Especially not with your crush. Because who else could be your crush than the boy who think nobody is good enough for him? The truth is, you were hopelessly in love with him. You always had a little crush on him since your first years, but in the last two years it’s just grew bigger. It started when he accidentally caught you crying; you didn’t tell him why and he didn’t forced you, but he comforted you. From that day, you had a lot of deep conversations and he opened up to you completely. You could finally see that he has a soft side and how much he deserve to be loved. Despite of this you didn’t tell him you felt in love with him. He was too important to you now, and you didn’t want to scare him or ruin your friendship.

„Are you okay?” - he continued after you turned your head from him. You were just about to cry, and you were sure that if he didn’t stop to push you, you’ll cry. He stepped closer to you and gently put his hand on your back - it was enough you to shiver. Even if he was your best friend, he almost never touched you or hugged you in front people; he didn’t like the idea that others may accidentally realize that he has a soft side and his heart is not made from ice and stones.

„I’m okay, Draco, just coudn’t sleep. That potion test coming soon and you know, I’m overstressed and all, so I’m just came here.” - his face expression told that he didn’t believe what you said. You didn’t even believed what you said. 

„Stop it, Y/L/N. What’s happened? Is somebody hurt you?”

What’s wrong? Well, everything.

 „No, of course not. I rather going to sleep. Night!” - you climbed down from the window sill and were about to go, but Draco caught your wrist, a bit too hard, and pulled you closer to himself. He slowly make one more step closer to you and released your wrist, but a moment later his hand was on your cheek. Now you were really close to crying.

 „Sweetheart, even if you’re a good liar, I know you too well”. - Not well enough, because in that case you should know that I’m crazy for you. „So, please tell me, who hurt you?”

 „Nobody, really.” – You brushed away his hand from your face. – „Just…” - you started and looked up him in the eye, in his beautiful, grey eyes that looked like a morning sky after a big storm. His face was serious, he really cared about what you wanted to say, and it was enough for you to stop talking and hug him. He was speechless, and you hugged him so hard like you were afraid that if you don’t, you will falling.

 „Y/N…” - he wishpered, very quiet, while he was place one of his hands on your waist, and the other on your head, gently stroke your hair. „Talk to me, darling. Tell me what’s wrong.”

 The fact that he is holding you in his arms, the feeling of his touch and his gentle words melted you; you didn’t want to cry anymore, you just wanted to be in his arms.

 „I’m tired, Draco. Everybody think that I’m so pleased with my perfect life, but I’m not. And I miss you, I hardly see you nowadays. Please don’t leave me you too.” – your voice was low, and a memory of your dead family makes the tears fall out from your eyes, down on your cheek. Draco gently pushed you away with a confused look.

 „What do you mean? „Me too”?”

 You never talked about your parents to your friends. Not even with him. Now you felt you should.

 „My family…” Deep breath. „My father was an auror. He was very obsessed with capture every Death Eaters. He was way too much reckless.” – Tears falling down on your cheek, but you stayed calm. The pale boy cup your face one of his hands and wiped of your tears.

„Two years ago dark wizards killed them along with my nine year old brother.”

 There was a deep silence, and you was about to say something, when he asked you.

 „Why didn’t you tell me? Or anyone?”

 „I don’t wanted you or anyone else to feel sorry for me!” – you cried. – „I didn’t need that. I only need that you to stay close to me!” – your voice was desperate and tearful. You wonder when was the last time when anybody see you in this condition; probably sometime in your childhood.

 „Listen, love.” – his stormy eyes looking at yours, and maybe if yours wouldn’t have been tearful, you’d saw that his was full of tears too. – „I will never ever let you go. I’ll never leave you alone, you hear me? If you need me, come to me. I won’t push you ever again, love.” – he pulled you closer, kissed you on your forehead, and you couldn’t say a word anymore, just sobbing in silence. His calm voice and the way that he called you love made you relaxed. He could always find a way to comfort you.

He accompanied you back to the Slytherin common room. You sat down on a couch, pointed on a fireplace with your wand while you murmured „incdendio”. The fire warmed you up immediately. Draco was still holding your hand, since you refused to let him go even for a moment in the hallways, but now he pulled away.

„Please stay with me tonight.” – you said quickly with a trembling voice. Firstly he stared at you like he doesn’t want to, but then he smiled at you, picked up a blanket from the couch, and sat back down next to you. You pulled up your legs on the couch and placed your head on Draco’s shoulder while he embraced you and slowly stroked your arm.

„Don’t keep secrets from me, Y/N. I want to help you, and it hurts if I see you like this way. I’m so sorry that happened to you, I couldn’t even imagine… but you really shouldn’t suppress your feelings.” – he whispered, his head againts yours.

„Funny that you’re saying that, Mr. Always Express My Feelings.” You could sense that he was smiling even if you didn’t saw his face.

„Yes, very funny. Now promise me that you’ll always talk to me if something or someone hurt you.”

„Okay. I promise.”

You hated to lie to him, but no way you’ll tell you’re in love with him. There were silence after that and both of you fell asleep.

What you didn’t know is he had a very same problem with his feelings about you.


Don't. Chapter Four. (Kozik X Reader)

Chapter Four, finally some Kozik! This is so fun to write, please feel free to send requests for anything and everything :D Coming up this weekend I have some texts, Unexpected Part Three continued, and some Opie and Happy goodness! As always, enjoy my dears :)

“Okay, I’ll be down in two minutes.”

She hung up her phone, quickly slipping it into her bag before gently ruffling her hair. This was it, she’d finally be reunited with him. Her stomach was churning with nerves, though the half a bottle of wine she’d been sipping on while getting ready wasn’t helping. 

Grabbing her bag, she made her way out of the room, going outside to meet Happy. For a moment she worried he’d brought Kozik, just to get the reunion out of the way. Breathing a sigh of relief when she saw he was alone, she greeted him before climbing on the bike behind him, taking the helmet he offered her and placing it over her head. 

“Alright, he’s inside. Follow me girl.”

Slowly taking off her helmet, the nerves came flooding back. Smoothing out her hair, she quickly adjusted her dress and followed Happy through the crowd and into the clubhouse. 

When she got inside, all she could see was bodies everywhere. He could be anywhere. Happy looked around for a moment before a glare formed on his features. 

“Y/N, why don’t you grab us some drinks, the bar is just over there. I’ll find Koze.”

She nodded, feeling confused. Had something happened? Happy was making his way through the crowd, so she weaved her way over to the bar. Ordering two beers, she quickly glanced over her shoulder, but no sign of Happy or Kozik. 

She sat at the bar, sipping her beer and waiting for Happy. The nerves were treating to spill out.  Thank God for alcohol. 

“We need to talk, follow me.”

She quickly grabbed their beers, following Happy until they were in a quiet hallway. The thunderous look on his face wasn’t making her confident. Oh God, did he tell Kozik? Was his reaction bad? She knew this was a stupid idea.

“I don’t want to have to tell you this, since you’ve come so far, but he’s with someone. They’re dating.”

She felt like was going to be sick. He’d moved on. Of course he had. He wasn’t her property, he had the right to be dating. So why was she so upset? He didn’t know she was coming here. 

“Okay. How long have they been together?”

He leaned his head against the wall, taking a long drink of his beer. 

“A few weeks. I thought they were just fooling around but apparently it got serious, if I’d have known that I wouldn’t have taken you here.”

“Wait, did you know that they were fooling around when I asked you to bring me here?”

He looked down the hallway, refusing to meet her eyes. She was furious. She could’ve avoided this. If she had known he’d moved on she could’ve tried to move on too. But now she was here, with them. 

“I didn’t think it was serious, and I know how happy you two were. He’s my brother, I just want him to be in a good place.”

“Oh, but you didn’t think to tell me he’d moved on before I came down here to make a fool of myself?”

She tried to keep her voice calm, but the alcohol was steadily betraying her wishes. Taking a swig of her beer, she tried to think of what she was going to do about this.

“Listen girl if you want me to take you back to the hotel..”

She looked at him, a plan hazily coming into her mind. 

“No. No. You can make it up to me. I think it would be rude not to say hello to Kozik while I’m here. Just play along.”

“You sure?”

She smoothed the bottom of her dress, fluffed her hair and smiled. She was ready alright. 

“So, I should’ve told you but I wanted it to be a surprise. Look who’s here.”

“Hey Kozik. Long time no see.”

She used up all her nerve with that one sentence. He looked shocked, like he was seeing a ghost. She didn’t even want to look at his..date. She was beautiful. But she had to follow her hastily thought up plan. 

“Y/N..what, what are you doing here?”

“Never mind that, aren’t you going to introduce me to..?”

She smiled, holding out her hand to this new girlfriend. 

“Uh..yeah, Y/N, this is Melissa. Melissa, this is Y/N, she’s..”

“A friend. I’m actually here to visit my boyfriend.”

She smiled, quickly grabbing Happy’s hand. Praying he heeded her advice to follow her lead, she gently kissed his cheek. 

“Lovely to meet you, Y/N! I have to say, I can’t believe Happy would settle down. From what Herman’s told me he’s a bit more free and easy. But you’re so gorgeous how could he resist!”

Of course she was nice. She seemed genuinely kind, admiring your dress, asking questions about you, just making it really hard to dislike her.

“Y/N, why don’t we get a round of drinks. You can tell me more about how you tamed Happy.”

She smiled, following Kozik over to the bar. They were finally (relatively) alone. He put his hands on the bar, avoiding his gaze. She hoped this new relationship of hers was working the way she wanted.

“So, Melissa seems great. She’s certainly very polite.”

“Yeah. But what about you? When’s the wedding?”

He turned to her, his face stoic. 

“Very funny. Happy and I like each other. What’s so bad about us dating? You’re not..jealous? I mean, you’ve got a great girl there.”

She couldn’t help the smirk spreading across her lips. He was jealous, she could tell. 

“You and Happy? That’s great. He’s a great guy, and you’re a great girl. I’m happy with Melissa. Why would I be jealous?”

“Exactly. I mean, some guys would feel weird to know that their best friend was going where they had been. Was touching what they had touched, feeling what they had felt. Not you though. I really admire that Koze.”

She barely finished her sentence when he grabbed her wrist, taking her through the crowd and down the hallway. 

“I know what you’re trying to do, Y/N. Why are you here? Unless you want to keep trying to convince me you’ve settled down with my best friend.”

“I’m here with my boyfriend, enjoying a vacation. I don’t know why you don’t believe me. I’m very satisfied with Happy. I thought you’d be a little more understanding. I didn’t think we needed permission to move on. You certainly didn’t.”

Before she knew it he had her up against the wall, his lips crashing onto hers. She felt blindsided for a moment, before she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, her head swimming. She’d missed this, missed him.

“We can’t. We can’t. I’m sorry.”

He pulled away, rubbing his forehead. She was about to question him when someone else beat her to it.

Alternate “You”niverse (10/14)

Originally posted by love-loki-laufeyson

Originally posted by jjmkirk

Originally posted by lookingforketrick

Summary: Another one of Starks failed experiments causes a rift in Universes causing their Actor selves from another Parallel Universe to come through. Steve has to face Hayley, the women that looks like the girl from his past, Tony has to deal with another him & you have to put up with another set of Avengers. 
Warnings: Swearing, fluff moments and breaking the 4th wall A LOT!
Admins Note: I had a dream about this, I told Angie and she has basically helped me write it by giving me title ideas, ideas in general and telling me what I should and shouldn’t put in. Not really a specific plot, just that Steve doesn’t know whether to move on and it’s made more difficult with Hayley Atwell coming through the portal also, Bucky has to put up with being in love with you but seeing Sebastian make better ground & Wanda is forever crying over Aaron & Everyone keeps getting Scott Lang and Paul Rudd mixed up.  This will probably end with Bucky x Reader getting together, also be prepared for me to mess you up- Rosalee

Anything to do with Bruce x Nat is not mentioned, as if it never happened, because I kinda wanna imply Clintasha throughout the rest of this; let me know what you think. Plus, filming for Civil War has finished but they are preparing for Infinity War, hence why everyone was together, so they aren’t filming but reading the first copies of the scripts. Just wanted to clear some things up for this part - Rosalee

Alternate “You”niverse Part One |Alternate “You”niverse Part Two |Alternate “You”niverse Part Three  | Alternate “You”niverse Part Four
Alternate “You”niverse Part Five
 |Alternate “You”niverse Part Six
Alternate “You”niverse Part Seven | Alternate “You”niverse Part Eight |Alternate “You”niverse Part Nine | Alternate “You”niverse Part Ten | Alternate “You”niverse Part Eleven | Alternate “You”niverse Part Twelve | Alternate “You”niverse Part Thirteen | Alternate “You”niverse Part Fourteen

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“Pietro?” you frowned, you didn’t understand how this was possible, he had died during the battle with Ultron in saving Clint and a little boy.

“If you say that stupid catch phrase, I’m gonna scream,” Steve tell him sharply, Pietro’s short chuckle rang through the silent, shocked kitchen. “But… how? How are you here?”

“Well, I am not dead, that’s the main thing,” he stated clearly, walking into the room fully “my body was healing itself, too slowly for my liking, Dr Cho said I still had a pulse; it was faint and slowing but she managed to kick-start me back up and I’ve been in a temporary coma as my body healed itself.”

“Someone should go get Wanda plus the others,” Natasha commented and you nodded in agreement with her, knowing everyone would want to see Pietro, you were still slightly stunned by this; despite only knowing him for a few short days, he was still a friend and one you had felt grief for.

Hayley stood up, stating she’d go round up some of the people, Natasha following after her to collect Tony and Vision plus Bruce from the lab. You walked over to Pietro and hugged him gently, he chuckled and hugged you back, pulling back and speeding to Steve’s side and patting his shoulder, only now realising Chris.

“I know I was gone for a while but since when did you have a bearded twin?” he asked Steve, you snickered as Chris laughed loudly, nudging Steve with his shoulder who just sighed.

“Actually, about that, Tony opened a portal to another realm type thing and a bunch of alternate us came through, hence the bearded me,” Steve sighed gently.

“Chris Evans, actor,” he held out his hand to Pietro who just grinned and shook his hand.

“Pietro Maximoff, superhero, I guess.”

“брат!” everyone turns to the door to see Wanda, grinning as widely as ever, a few tears trailing down her cheeks as she runs to Pietro who has already rushed her into a bone crushing hug, everyone slowly fans in; Pietro smiling at them but not ever letting go of his sister, in fear he won’t ever hug her again.

“Apparently, Stark already knew of this news, so he is staying down in his lair,” Natasha walked in, Vision trailing behind her along with Bruce and Bucky, you sat down at the breakfast bar watching as everyone greeted Pietro.

“Tony had told me but a part of me believed it wasn’t true,” Wanda sighed, pulling Pietro to Aaron, making a very confused Pietro slightly freaked out “this is Aaron, he plays you.”

“Yo, Stevie-baby,” Sam slaps Steve upside the head, Chris chuckles along with you, “wanna come along with me on a quick jog? Get away from the drama?”

“That sounds pretty great,” Steve sighs out, standing up and patting Chris on the shoulder “catch you all later, gonna go lap, Wilson.”

“For an old man, you sure got a cocky-ass mouth!” Sam grumbled following Steve out of the kitchen, leaving yourself and the others to chuckle at their bickering behaviour.

“I’ll catch my brother up to speed with everything” Wanda smiled gently, dragging Pietro from the kitchen, along with Aaron and Elizabeth following after them.


“Loki is played by a good friend of mine, Tom, Tom Hiddleston!” Chris explains to Thor who are both sat in the living room, watching something random on the TV, Paul Rudd and Chris Evans sat also but more focused on the television than the actual conversation happening.

“Is he anything like his character, my brother?” Thor asked, glancing at himself, it didn’t really shock Thor all that much; he knew about the different realms of the universe, of course, another him did kind of freaked him out but it wasn’t as odd as everyone made it seem.

“No, not at all,” Chris chuckled “Tom is an Englishmen, very well spoken, like Loki in that respect but their personalities are far more different and Tom is a very complex person; whilst he is very kind and gentle, he also has a very playful nature to him, making him some ways a lot like myself… he’s actual an adopted Hemsworth brother at this point.”

“This Tom sounds like a nice man, I’d very much like to meet him, sounds like he does the portrayal of my brother correct,” Thor grinned and Chris nodded in agreement “I’d like to know how much of Asgard they had gotten true, I assume they go by the books they have written on our laws, not much of that correct is either.”

“I think they got it as accurate as they could, the final piece is always amazing, it’s mostly green screens and I never see it till editing is over but I think we do Asgard justice.” Chris nods.

Thor begins to describe Asgard and it’s people, slowing bringing Paul and Chris Evans into the conversation, all asking questions about his home and what it’s like; questions Thor is only willing to answer, he never really gets to talk about it too much, other than the few times Darcy has asked and to have people who are from a different universe ask, it was very much entertaining.


“ON YOUR LEFT!” Steve raced passed Sam for the sixth time, well to Steve he had run six times around the National Mall, for Sam, it was the third lap and he was only slightly getting more pissed off with his best friend.

Grumbling to under his breath as he watches Steve running in the distance, that was Steve’s jogging pace, or so he tells Sam but today everything was going to change. All those times Steve had poked fun, mocked and yelled that stupid line was about to come crashing down, Steve had no idea about the plan Sam was plotting and now that he had another him… well, it seemed like the perfect chance.

As he jogged, he pulled out his phone, sending the text and waited. Steve had no idea he has been jogging with Anthony, not Sam, like (Y/N) he was clueless on who is who, only making the plan work a lot sweeter than Sam expected.

A whooshing sound came from above, Anthony glanced up to see Sam fly above him, a look of determination coming across his face and he sped up to Steve. Steve frowned when he heard a familiar, yet strange noise; he glanced up and over his shoulder seeing Sam, Falcon using his wings.

“ON YOUR ABOVE, OLD MAN” Sam yelled, flying over Steve, making Steve laugh but slow to a final stop; resting hands on his hips, breathing heavily as Sam landed a few feet away, a proud and amused smirk settling across his best friend’s face.

“Very funny, Sam, you got Anthony to trick me?” he asked slightly baffled by his friend, who simply shrugged, high-fiving Anthony once he met up with them.

“I just decided to give you a taste of your own medicine and I feel prett-ay good about it” Sam smugly grinned, nudging Steve who crossed his arms in defeat, “that will teach you to think twice about messin’ with me.”

“Okay, okay,” Steve raised his hands in defeat, his own smirk settling in “but, I still beat you on foot.” He sped off, causing Sam to yell after him and Anthony to laugh at them both.


“Are you bringing a date to the wedding?” Chris asked Sebastian, who had now joined him in the kitchen looking for food.

It’s silent for a few moments as Sebastian plans his words, he hadn’t really thought of finding anyone to go with him, he wasn’t exactly seeing anyone exclusively or at all and he didn’t want to show up with some random girl; it was a special occasion between family and friends.

“No, I don’t think so,” Seb shrugged at his best friend, who nodded lightly, a thick silence settling between them both. Sebastian had always suspected Chris knew or had an inkling, he just never wanted to ask or state it, maybe cause he didn’t want to admit he may be the reason for Sebs single life or out of respect for Sebastian not having to admit he was in love with his best friends fiancée; whatever it was, he was grateful for it.

“Well, maybe you should,” the tone of Evans’ voice hung in the air, both locking eyes with each other and a small hint of a smile came upon Chris’s face, “wouldn’t want you leaving with the maid of honour.” He joked light-heartedly.

“Hey, boyo’s” you yelled entering the kitchen once more, mugs in both hands, you had been sitting down in the lab with; Tony, Vision, Bruce and Bucky watching them work on fixing the portal.

“Hey, (Y/N),” they both say at the same time chuckling at one another.

“What you two talkin’ about? Anything interesting?” you placed the mugs into the sink and then lent your elbows beside where Chris stood making a sandwich, glancing at Seb and then to Chris.

“Discussing wedding stuff for Chris and his fiancée” Sebastian spoke without really thinking, widening eyes and looking at Chris who just sighed and looked down at you, you had raised eyebrows in question.

“You’re getting married and I only find out now?” you asked astonished by this revelation, Chris sighed and nodded gently, “Well, who is she?”

“Uhh-well, about that, she’s kind of… well, to put it clearly, she’s uh, hmmm-“Chris shrugged “she’s the alternate you!” he came out right with it, after stumbling over his own words.

It took you a few seconds to fully register what he had said to you, glancing at Sebastian who just nodded with a small smile; you widened your eyes slightly but smiled. You never thought you’d, well alternate you would be marrying alternate Steve but in some ways you could understand.

“Oh. My. God” you mutter “that’s… wonderful congratulations and to me, I guess.” You laughed.

“I know it’s strange, it just sort of happened, can’t really explain it” Chris sighed, going back to making his sandwich, you shrugged and grinned.

“I get it, I am so happy, that’s so sweet” he chuckled and nodded “I bet the wedding is going to be magical… OH MY GOD! We gotta get you back, I must be freaking out, planning a whole wedding whilst you are god knows where!?” you yell slightly, both men raise their eyebrows at you, chuckling slightly.

“Actually, you told me to stay out of the planning just to show up on the day.” Chris smiled.

“That does sound very much like something I’d say” you mutter, Sebastian laughed loudly at that comment, only nodding in agreement with you.

“Although, I do have a few ideas if you wanted to hear them and make sure they are good or not?” Chris asked a small shrug of his broad shoulders, you nodded with a smile.

“I’ll leave you both to it” Sebastian sighed, getting up and out off of the stool, you waved slightly at Seb who did the same and left the kitchen to find Bucky; set on making Bucky tell his feelings to you soon, he didn’t want the alternate him missing out on the chance to plan a wedding with you.  

“Whatever it is, it better not involve a horse and carriage” you sternly warn, Chris widens his eyes and sighs.

“Forgot you hate cliches” you both chuckle at that with one another.

(Please, tell me what you think. I work really hard on these parts and I would very much like to hear what you think of them, also you want to be tagged, let me know. Thank you for the suppport. - Rosalee)

Pretty Icicle

A/N: hi there! here you have a little warming up shot with our little, handsome and lovely bastard - Jacob Frye. i hope you get warmer after reading, because i’m freezing. i dedicate this shot to to my amazing friend @ohlookahiddenblade !

Pairing: Jacob Frye x Reader

Warnings: fluff

‘’I’m freezing.’’ You said shakily trying to warm your hands with breath. ‘’I’ll turn into icicle in a few minutes.’’

‘’Pretty one icicle, I have to admit, love.’’ Jacob said going into the car. There was a grin on his lips, which you wanted to wipe off his handsome face.

‘’Ha ha ha, very funny Jacob.’’ You indued him with sarcastic retort and hid your hands beneath your arms. ‘’Why this bloody car isn’t heated?’’ you asked more yourself than him.

Jacob chuckled lightly and took off his top hat and coat putting it aside on the armchair. You weren’t looking at him. You drew in your face in your arms, feeling like your nose was ready to drop off any minute, if you wouldn’t warm it right away. It might have been the coldest winter in your life. You couldn’t remember, when was cold like that recently. The sound of bending springs pulled you out from your thoughts. You looked that way and saw Jacob, comfortably lying on the bed. 

‘’Care to join me, love?’’ Once again, a smirk appeared on his face, which at the same time annoyed you and made your heart beat faster.

Jacob was a very attractive man, it couldn’t be disclaimed, although his personality and jokes were quite irritating. Nevertheless, since you met him, becoming a member of the Assassins, you liked him immediately and with the time, that affection evolved into something deeper.

His brow rised up in urgent and questioning meaning.You bit your bottom lip, but recognised it as a not bad idea, after all. With slow steps, you approached the bed, where he was lying and clumsyly scrambled onto it, making him chuckle. You squirmed. Your cheeks became even more pink, but carefuly snuggled in his broad and wiry chest, placing your head on his shoulder. You were surrounded with his scent. A mix of gunpowder, alcohol and mint. You put your palm on his torso and setteled better, while Jacob snuggled you harder into himself, encircling you with his long and thick arm. He inhaled deeply. The warmth radiating from his body, instantaneous transfered on yours, giving pleasant feeling of tingling. A small smile crept on your face and you closed your eyes.

‘’Mmm, I could get used to it.’’ He sighed, gently massaging your arm.

‘’Mmhmm…’’ slipped from your lips, not quite processing his words. But when you understood their meaning, your cheeks flushed bright pink and whole body stiffened, causing a light chuckle from Jacob lips again.

He propped his chin on the top of your head and started making small circles on it. You closed your eyes and gave up to the feeling. To be honest, you could get used to be in his arms. You felt safe in them.

Then, you sensed how his large, warm and rough palm took your small one and placed an almost impalpable kiss on it. Your eyes opened in one second and you hesitantly lifted your head, looking at Jacob. His lips were twisted in a smile, but not that one, he usually wore. That one was shy and gentel.

You were staring at each other for a while. The corner of your full lips rised up a little and you had an embarrassed expression on your face. Jacob released your palm and brushed some strands of your hair from your face. Automaticly, your hand softly touched his cheek  while he closed his eyes and snuggled into it. Your smooth fingers, delicately carressed his skin, whereupon you felt his chopped, warm and dry lips on the inner side of your palm.

He opened his dark eyes and you stared at each other and your faces started getting closer and closer. You felt nervous, but desire to feel his lips upon your own was stronger than that. Your eyes were drifting between his hazel ones and his lips. After moment of hesitation, Jacob closed the gap gently touching your lips, like giving you a chance to back away. But you didn’t want to back away. Reading this as an answer to keep going, Jacob deepened the kiss. Moves of his mouth became faster and more grabby. His hand rested on the back of your neck, moving you to him to the limits. You pulled up your body and leaned your weight on the side of his chest. Your palm scooted over from his cheek and tangled in his thick, dark hair. You heard a laud moan escaping his mouth and it made you smile. You nibbed his bottom lip tenderly and that was his time to smile. He deepened the kiss even more and slid his tongue into your mouth. Shivers ran through your back and your palm balled on his hair. Your tongues were massaging each other eagerly, giving pleasure you have never experienced before. Both of you started feeling the lack of oxygen and didn’t want to break the kiss, but the need of air finally won. You broke away, breathing heavily, smiles on your faces. Jacob leaned his forehead against yours and gave you quick peck on the nose. You blushed and noticed blush on his cheeks as well.

‘’Once warmer, don’t you think, love?’’ He chuckled quietly and kissed your lips.

‘’Absolutely.’’ You smiled shyly and snuggled your face in the crook of his neck.

Jacob strong arms pull you in tighter, placing you on top of him. He flanked you with his arms and nestled into him. ‘’I could really get used to it. With you.’’

You gazed at him and kissed his jaw. ‘’Me too Jacob, me too.’’

A/N: YAY! i made it with only two pages! really, impossible is nothing :D hope you liked it! requests are open all the time! and thank you for lovely and encouraging messages! X

anonymous asked:

BTS maknae line reaction to seeing their s/o prank the hyungs

BTS Maknae Line Reaction To Their S/O Pranking The Hyungs


“Jagiya you shouldn’t prank suga-hyung that’s so bad” he’d try to sound serious, but would fail because he couldn’t help but laugh when you tickled suga’s hand and whip cream ended up on his face. He’d find it very funny and very cute that you would still play pranks on people .


“Ah jagiya you should let me join you next time” he’d pout for a second, until he looked over at rap monster face seeing all the little doodles you did on his face which would make him burst out in fits of giggles. Tae and you would be the ultimate prank couple all pranks in the dorms would start with the two of you, it would be very cute ^.^


“Jagiya what are you doing with jin-hyungs caramel apples?” he’d ask, you’d pause speaking slowly “replacing them with these caramel covered onions it’s a prank” you’d say worried he’d tell “jagiya you gotta do it like this” he would help you with the prank, but wouldn’t be able to stop smiling/laughing, he found it cute and liked that you loved to play pranks just like him.

anonymous asked:

GOM + kagami reacting to falling on top of their crush in an empty hallway, like in one of those cheesy romance movies. Thanks! :D

Kuroko: Is a little nervous and embarrassed and apologizes quickly. He’s not normally clumsy, but perhaps he was a little too busy looking in your eyes instead of watching where he was going. You were a little too embarrassed when you heard that to be upset.

Kise: Oh this was totally on purpose, you knew it, just from the way he never let your back hit the floor. He didn’t even try to hide his intentions as he grinned, nose inches away from your face. And then he just got up and offered his hand with a sneaky grin on his face.

“Very funny,” you said, accepting it and standing back up again.

“I’ll buy you a drink as an apology, if you agree, of course.”

“Make it a meal and a drink and I’ll consider it. Maybe.”

“And if I add ice-cream to that?”

You just stared at him for a few moments, and then giggled. “We’ll see.”

Aomine: He saw the trick worked for Kise so he tried the same thing. It went well, until the point where he fell right on top of you and practically kicked all the air out of your lungs. Unfortunately, he looked way too satisfied to begin with so it earned him a punch in the jaw. He did manage to talk you into buying you a drink though. As long as he swore to never ever do something like that again.

Midorima: He never would have been clumsy enough for it to be an accident nor sneaky enough to do it on purpose. So when Takao made it his personal duty to push him on you, it was really, really hard to be mad. Especially with the bright red blush he had on his face as he profusely apologized. 

Murasakibara: The thing was… When Murasakibara tripped, everybody knew it. You were the one who knew it best, though, because there might have been one time he told you he’d crush you, but you’d never quite taken it literally. Until now. So when he lifted off of you with no care in the world and said, “Looks like ___-chin isn’t as squishy as I feared,” the only thing you could do was stare. “Thanks… I guess.”

Akashi: Akashi Seijuro did not trip. He did not stumble. He did not miss his step. And certainly not in front of you. So when in a momentary loss of balance while climbing up the stairs, which you didn’t know how it happened, you noticed his hand wrap around your waist, you were a little worried. Or rather, a lot. Maybe you got dizzy and never noticed? Well, that would be bad. But then you saw his other hand firmly holding onto the handrail, trying to pull back both of you, and all you could do was look at him with the blandest possible expression.

“Smooth, Akashi-kun. Very smooth.”

“I have no idea what you are talking about,” he replied, pulling you up firmly and helping you catch your balance again.

“Well, thanks, I suppose. For getting me out of a mess you pushed me into in the first place.”

The look he gave you made it clear he was far too amused to be upset. “You’re very welcome, _____-san.” Then he walked off as if nothing ever happened at all.

Kagami: He was hardly the clumsy type, but around you, that was all he ever seemed to be. So when he accidentally fell over you, he was so shaken up and nervous that he really only stopped flinching around you when smacked him on the shoulder and told him you’re now even. Even after that, it was hard for him to look in your eyes. 

I Would Wait

Paring: Dean x Reader

Request: Hey beautiful, I love you writing and I have a rather personal oneshot request. When I was 8yrs old, I was sexually molested and nearly raped by my uncle… It’s been 15 years now since it happened and yet it still haunts me. I can’t see myself in a relationship with anyone cause I’m afraid of being hurt again. I sometimes wonder if the the term “making love” even exists. Could you write me a fic where Dean loves the reader and wants to show her? Fluff and smut please! Thanks so much, you rock!

Warnings: trigger warningmention of past sexual abuse, College AU, smut, fluff

Words: 3468

Note: Thank you so much for having the courage to share this with me anon! It really gives me a push to write more when I find out that I have the ability to hopefully help someone through a difficult time. I actually know someone very close to me who went through this, and I hope that this helps. I love you, and always keep fighting. 

Ahh sorry it’s so long!! I really like this one, and I wanted to make this as real as possible. Also, it’s a College AU because I couldn’t really picture hunter Dean the way I wanted, especially after the season finale.

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Minicat. 2464 words.

Prompt: Person B knowing they’re undoubtedly about to die within the next few seconds, likely from the gaping wound they’re bleeding out from. Instead of calling for help, they phone Person A and carry on a casual conversation as if nothing is wrong, making sure to mention how much they love them before their time runs out.

A/N: Much love to seargentbutternipples for babysitting me back when I started writing this fic a few weeks ago. Sorry it took so long to finish bb <3 

With an audible groan, Tyler dropped to the ground behind a nearby crate, hissing as a sharp pain shot through his abdomen as he agitated his bullet wounds. He slowly sat up against the crate, careful not to hurt himself any further, hand pressed against his injuries in a feeble attempt to stop the bleeding. He took slow deep breaths as if that would somehow lessen the pain or prolong his dwindling life, but he knew his efforts were useless.

There was no surviving this. Tyler knew next to nothing about first aid, but knew there was not a thing he could do to save himself. He could try his best to stop or even slow down the bleeding long enough for the rest of the guys to come and find him, but even if they did manage to get to him on time, there wasn’t anything they could do. Three bullets were lodged somewhere in his stomach and knowing his luck, at least one had probably clipped a vital organ, and there wasn’t a single member of their gang that was qualified enough to safely remove them. They could maybe manage one bullet wound, but definitely not three.

He was fucked. He was well and truly fucked, and there was nothing he could do about it. The Grim Reaper was coming for him, and all he could do was sit back and wait.

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ME AND MY BESTIE LIZZIE LITTERALLY TOOK TURNS WITH EVERY FEW SENTENCES SO GIVE AS MUCH FEEDBACK AS POSSIBLE! (It would be greatly appreciated) her tumblr btw is >>> ( Elizabethdallasyass2.tumblr.com ) As the sun came in through the window that was in yours and Jacks bedroom, yoi turned to jack to see if he was awake yet. When yoi turned over, you were met with the beautiful, sleeping face, that you called your boyfriend. “Jack, are you awake?” You asked while running your fingers through his morning hair. “I am now” he groaned before turning over, looking you in the face. “Sorry, I’m bored” you said with a sly grin on your face. He sighed while smirking. “So you just had to wake me up didn’t you?” He questioned, peaking one eye at you as the other was hidden from the pillow. “I’m sorry babe. But you know we still need to do some last minute Christmas shopping.” You replied, still playing with his hair. He groaned and said “Ok. Where did you wanna go?” “I was thinking we could go to the mall and just look for some stuff for the boys. If we don’t do it today, it’ll never get done.” “Alright babe. Whatever you say.” He told you with a smile on his face. “Now get dressed! They are suppose to be over for dinner tonight so we should get going soon!” You said already jumping up, putting your house slippers on. “Babe look!” Jack said while you slid on your skinny jeans. “What?” You said quickly running over towards him. You looked out the window he was looking out. “Its snowing!” He said with a child-like tone in his voice. “No way! This is so cool Jack! But this is not gonna keep us from shopping if that’s what you want” you said the last part sternly looking him in his eyes. “Ok, ok! We’ll still go y/n if that’s what you want. But dress warm, ok?” He told you as he pecked your cheek. “Of course Jack! How about you wear your beanie, ya know the red one? That’ll look good on you.” You suggested as you werr putting on your Christmas sweater. “I was actually thinking about wearing that one” he said with a grin. “Good” you mumbled before sliding your boots up your legs. “You ready? ” he asked. You nodded before following him out the door to the car. “Its freezing” he mumbled as he just the drivers side door while you slid into the passengers seat. “It’s so cold! Can you turn up the heat please?” You asked as you both got settled. Jack obliged to your command and turned up the heat. He also put on your favorite radio station, ‘Blank Space’ by Taylor Swift blasted through the speakers. As jack drove to the mall, you sang along to all the songs on the radio. In your own little world, you barely heard the constant chuckle coming from Jack. “What’s so funny?” You asked him. “You’re so adorable.” He said taking his eyes off of the road for a second. You blushed slightly leaning back into your seat. You looked over towards Jack as he sang softly to the song, his head bobbing every once in a while. “Stop looking at me its creepy” he jokingly said while continuing to look forward. “I can’t help it. You just look so good in that beanie.” You told him, not once taking your eyes off of him. Jack just smirked, turning the radio back on. As he was looking for a place to park, you snatched his beanie from his head and put it on yours. “Y/n! Give it back!” He pouted. You just giggled looking at his now crazed hair. “Y/n come on my hair is like everywhere now!” He said. He kept a small grin on his face to let you know he wasn’t being serious so you just opened the door right after he parked, making sure you were a good distance away from him. Running between cars and dodging other people, you tried to hide from jack. Thinking you were safe, you got up from your hiding place and started walking into the mall. All of a sudden you got picked up and spun around, but you weren’t scared cause you knew it was just Jack. “Jack!!” You screeched “Put me down!” “Not until you give me back my hat!” “Fine!” He set you down so you could take off the beanie. But when you saw his hair it was hard not to laugh at all of the snow in his crazy hair. “Oh you think this is funny?” He questioned pointing at his hair. Your eyes widened as he reached out at you, tickling your sides. You couldn’t breath you were laughing so hard until a car honked at you. You both jumped slightly realizing you we’re standing in the middle of the road. “Oops” Jack said with a grin before grabbing your hand and quickly walking into the mall. “Thanks for this” he said snatching the beanie off of your head before setting it on his. You huffed heavily, blowing the fallen hair out of your face. “Alright, let’s get started!” You said excitedly clapping your hands together. “Ok, I know jack said he wanted a few sweaters and some vans, so… I guess we can go check out the sweaters first.” Jack told you while you both walked hand in hand into a small men’s apparel shop. “How about this one? It’s Aztec print, I know he likes that kind of stuff.” You said while holding up the sweater for jack to see. “Eh, I guess that’ll work” he said giving you a slight nod of assurance. You just tossed it over your arm before looking through the rack of sweaters again. “While we are looking, what do you think the other guys want?” You asked, glancing up at Jack. “Um, I wrote it all down on here…” He said as he looked through the notes on his phone. “Ok, let’s see here. Nash wants a new hoodie. Cam wants some t-shirts. Sammy wants vans. Taylor wants bandannas, and finally Shawn wants a phone case.” Most of the boys lived where you and jack did, but a few if them were visiting family for the holidays. You groaned at the thought of how much money you two would spend on all of this, but looking at Gilinsky made all of that go away. As you both were browsing the store, you snuck up behind jack and once again, took his beanie. “Dammit (y/n)!” Jack groaned playfully. You quickly ran and hid under one of the cloth racks. “(Y/n) I will take you to taco bell if you give me my beanie back” jack whispered, looking around for you. You kept your hand on over your mouth trying your hardest not to make a sound. Trying to see how far he’ll go, you said “I want 20 dollars and Starbucks.” “How about 10 dollars, Starbucks, and a kiss?” He asked you. It did sound intriguing, but you didn’t give in. “Not acceptable.” You told him, still hiding. “Ok, ok. 10 dollars, Starbucks, a kiss, and we can go shopping for more beanies for you to steal from me.” Jack said with a smirk on his face. You poked your hand out of the clothing, knowing he was close enough to see. “Deal” you said. You felt his hand grip onto yours tightly before he pulled you out of the rack. “Now, the beanie” he said with a smirk. “Fine” you mumbled handing it to him. “You grabbed his hand before tugging him to a table that had beanies laid across of it. "Alright. Pick a few out Y/N, any you would like ok? I need to finish getting the boys their stuff. Love you babe!” Jack said then gave yoi a kiss on your lips. You ooked around on the table at the different types of beanies. There were red, blue, black, silver, “SWAG”, “#HASHTAG”, and Christmas ones. You grabbed the SWAG one and a few different Colored ones. You also grabbed one for yourself. “Jack I got them” you said walking up behind him. “Those are nice. I like them” he said observing the new beanies you had picked out. “Yeah but that ones still my favorite” you said before grabbing the red beanie off of his head. All Jack could do was laugh while shaking his head. “Ya know what Y/N? Just have it! Looks better on you anyways babe.” He told you as he continued to smile. All you could do was laugh along with him as you walked to the check out line. “So did you get everything for the boys Jack?” “Yeah.” You put everything up on the counter and waited for everything to ring up so you could find out the total. “Ok guys! That’s 85.60.” “That’s not too bad…” He mumbled as he looked through his wallet to get his card. “Here you go Ma’m” You linked your arm in Jack’s as he watched the lady behind the counter Swype the card before handing it back to him. “You guys have a nice night!” She said smiling at you. “You too” Jack said before you both made your way to the car. “Has anyone ever told you that you are truly an amazing person?” You gleamed. “Yeah. My side chick tells me that everyday!” Jack said with a smirk plastered on his face. “Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny Jack.” You said looking at him sternly. “Come on babe, you know I’m kidding! I love you, do you still love me?” He pouted. “Well I don’t know about that Gilinsky. I mean, you still owe me 10$, Starbucks, and a kiss.” You told Jack with sass laced in your voice. “Oh about that, I was lying” he said with a smirk. Your jaw dropped as you slapped his shoulder slightly, squinting your eyes at him. “I’m joking I’m joking!"he said while chuckling. "Here is the ten” he said pulling a 10 dollar bill out of his waller. You took it while squinting your eyes at him. “Ok, let’s go to Starbucks!” At Starbucks… “Y/N, what do you want?” Jack asked as you both waited in line at Starbucks “Can you get me a {ENTER DRINK} please?” “Of course baby! How about you go sit down and I’ll bring it to you.” You went to go sit down and waited for Jack to bring your drink. “Here you go sweetie” Jack said as he gave you your drink. “Thank you Jack!” You said with a smile “ but you do know you still owe me a kiss?” You asked him questionable, raising an eyebrow. Jack leaned in for a kiss. The kiss was sweet and slow and you never wanted it to end. His hand traveled up your body to your check then suddenly, he took the beanie. “Your such an ass Gilinsky.”