hush i do what i want

Reviewing These Kirby Plushies

Pink- The original boy! A lil bit basic but all happy and well I see. Look at how he looks at you, if that doesn’t say, “im ready for the day i hope you are too” I dont know what it says. 10/10

Green- This lil kirb is angry and ready to fight! I hes a bit stern, I hope hes okay, but look how hes just tying to protect the planet! Greens a good colour on him, hope whatever he does goes well. 10/10

Yellow- Hes saying hi!!!! Hello there!!!! This ecstatic kirb wants to know how everyone is doing. Yellow means hapiness after all. Hes just the kind thatll just be friends with anyone no matter what. I appreciate that. 10/10

Blue- A little curious? A little confused? A little scared? No matter what he feels, he looks like the kind to explore the world, wandering from time to time. Feeling a little blue, but overall wise and a joy to be with. 10/10

Overall- Look how big and soft thay are!! All with amazing beautiful personalities. Huggable and sweet, I love every single one of them. 10/10

Ball Chain & Satin

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: “Can you write a one shot where Bucky and Reader are getting married, but Bucky is scared. Angst or fluff, it’s up to you. Thanks!” Requested by Anonymous.

Word Count:1,391

Warnings: Language (probably)

A/N: I’m working on my requests, yay me! Oh boii, the fluff is strong :) Hope you’ll like it!

Originally posted by heartsandwheels

You were in front of the mirror, admiring your sleeveless satin wedding gown when someone knocked on the door.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me.”

Grabbing a fistful of satin, you gathered up the skirt of your gown and moved closer to the door. You pressed your ear against the wood and heard him shuffling around on the other side of the door.

“Buck, what are you doing here? We’re not supposed to see each other before the ceremony.”

“I wanted to see you.”

“You’ll see me in an hour. Now, hush!”

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Kisses Of An Apple | PETER PARKER X READER

Description: While hanging out at the coffee shop the reader’s parents own, Michelle brings up an article that she read in a magazine. One that says you can tell if a person is a good kisser by the way they eat an apple. The reader gets dared by Michelle to put the theory to test, resulting in an interesting Saturday afternoon.

Author’s Note: This was so much fun to write and I hope ya’ll enjoy it as much as I did. My inspiration for this fic came from one a read a while back and really liked. Anyways, if you want to be tagged in any upcoming fics or want to request something feel free to message me.

Word Count: 1521


It was almost too simple. Sitting side by side in the back of the school’s library, shoulders pressed together, and knees touching. Right in that place of not-quite-more-than-friends and nearly at the place of very-obviously-more-than-friends.

It would only take one move for them to become something greater than just best friends. One of Ned’s crazy plans, one of Peter’s embarrassing blunders, one of Michelle’s dry comments that had an obvious hidden meaning. Just something to push the pair together.

Peter and (Y/N), thrown together by some crazy twist of fate, anything could make them Peter and (Y/N).

They’re just waiting on a catalyst.

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What the hell are you doing here? The whole city is looking for you. The Prince wants you put to death. He might force me to marry your Uncle. Hush! Just listen. I’m leaving Verona. We both know I’ll get no justice here. Where are you going? The Friar knows who’s behind all this. He’s left the city, I’m sure to the Abbey a day’s ride from here. I plan to follow him, but what I want - what I want is for you to come with me. Tonight. Now. Come with you? Now? Why on Earth… Because I need you, Capulet. I need you to come with me. I need you to do this. Please. Benvolio… You’re all I have. You know the truth, and you’re all I have. I know you don’t like me. And I know I haven’t done much to change that… besides saving your life and trying to get you out of marrying me. But one thing I’ve learned being stuck with you - what I’ve learned from spending time with you… is that you’re a good person. A good and decent and honest person, which in this city is a rare thing indeed. You say you want to end this war. Then let us end it… not with some fake marriage between Montague and Capulet, not with some lie… but with the truth.

newsies characters as john mulaney quotes
  • Jack: i guess someone said like something something police. and in a brilliant moment of word association i yelled “fuck da police!” and everyone else joined in. a hundred drunk white children yelling fuck da police
  • Crutchie: hey you could pour soup in my lap and i'll probably apologize to you
  • Davey: i put on a sweater and a pair of corduroy pants and i felt safe
  • Katherine: you know how you lie to your parents?
  • Pulitzer: he ordered one black coffee for himself and kept driving
  • Finch: everyone get out of my way! I just want to sit here and feed my birds
  • Albert: it is 100% easier not to do things than to do them
  • Buttons: you have the moral backbone of a chocolate eclair
  • Spot: i'll keep all my emotions right here and then one day i'll die
  • Elmer: i don't want to be doing what i'm doing either
  • Romeo: i am very small, and i have no money. so you can imagine the kind of stress that i am under
  • Henry: 🎵and life is a fucking nightmare🎵
  • Specs: woah, that tall child looks terrible!
  • Race: hi, i'm very gay and would like a few dollars
  • Hannah: hello? hush!

DannyMay Day Twenty one: Pain/Rest

…It’s finally over. Pariah is back in the sarcophagus of forever sleep, the town is out of the Ghost Zone and all the ghosts are back in their own lairs. He’s so exhausted not even his Ghost Sense could wake him from his slumber.

Even if the ghosts were inside his room watching.

They could finally return home. All was well in both worlds. They wanted to visit their favorite ghost punk and thank him for saving the Ghost Zone, in their own special way. By causing mass chaos and wrecking havoc throughout the town. However, when they passed the portal’s threshold the house was empty. No sign of the hunters. The only sound was the snoring coming from upstairs.

Phasing through the lab ceiling, the hoard of apparitions make their way to the brat’s room. The snoring is so strong the doorknob rattles. They exchange puzzles glances. The boy should have made an appearance by now. They turn to the door and Ember slowly reaches for the knob. Glancing at the others she opens the door. What greets them is not what they were expecting. Sprawled every which way is Danny sleeping like a log.

“Awww, the poor dearie is exhausted!”

“Who cares, wake the welp. I have a new weapon to test”

“Shut up Skulker, the dipstick wouldn’t be much sport if you hunt him while he’s whipped out”

“Besides, he looks so cute when he’s sleeping! I just wanna cuddle him!”

“Hey! You’re my girl. I’m the only one you get to cuddle”

“Oh shut up Jonny, I didn’t mean anything by it”

“Hmmm, the punk still owes me ten thousand years regardless if he saved the Zone or not”

“Oh hush you! He just saved the world! Don’t be such a bully, give him a break”

“What I want to know is how he can live in this pigsty, ewww!”

“Bertrand, that is hardly the issue here, the real issue is why a kid would need so much NASA memorabilia? I wonder how miserable he’ll be if we destroy it?”

“I think it’s cool! Space is way cooler than a pirate! I’m gonna be an Astronaut next!”

“Why is he not cowering in fear of me? I AM THE BOX GHOST!”

“Quiet you fool! You’ll wake the young whippersnapper!”

“I do believe it is time for us to take our leave. The boy has long wished for a good night’s rest. It’s about time we grant his wish”

Desiree waves her hand and in a puff of green smoke the denizens of the Zone return to their lairs. Danny none-the-wiser, turns over and continues his well deserved full nights sleep.

Take It - (M)

Kris, hope you enjoy being hurt~
p.s I hope this kills you babies as much as it kills Kris <3 


Genre; S M U T

Length; just a smidgen over 3,000 words

Kink(s);  exhibitionism/public sex, oral (receiving), slight degradation, slight overstimulation, Daddy kink

Originally posted by a-zesty-lemon

Usually, you loved shopping- you loved looking for cute outfits or just searching for lovely pieces to add to your wardrobe, but when it came to looking for formal clothes; you dreaded it. You found it boring and tedious- all the dresses seemed to look like one another, there was really never anything unique about any of them. 

But despite your feelings toward formal wear, you came along- knowing that it’d be a very important event for him and the others.

Hoseok and you seemed to walk around the mall for hours, going into each fancy department store five times over, looking for what the two of you would wear to tonight’s dinner. 

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Listening to the voice of disabled people regarding disabled representation is crucial. Doing otherwise means that you’re just willing to instrumentalize us and that your piece of media is inherently bad. I’m saying it as someone who is autistic, as well as someone who actually was almost ableist a couple days ago.

I watched this movie, “Hush”, on Netflix. It’s about a deaf woman, a writer, who has to face a serial killer and is using everything around her and in her soul to survive. I was very moved by this movie because the woman protagonist was strong, willful, fierce. I thought to myself “That’s what i want to see in a movie with an autistic protagonist !”.

I was going to post a very positive review, but i’ve decided, at the last moment, to check out some reviews about the movie written by members of the Deaf community. I was shocked. What i thought was good representation was actually terrible.

The actress was not deaf herself, her use of the ASL was almost ridiculous, they weren’t accurate at all most of the time, and, apparently, the director of this movie was very dismissive towards members of the Deaf Community who tried to reach them.

I’m not deaf myself or hard-of-hearing. I discovered with this experience that i know nothing about deafness and the Deaf community and i feel a bit ashamed about the fact that i almost praised this movie as a very good representation. I was ignorant, but ignorance is not an excuse. I need to educate myself.

What i mean is that you definitely need disabled people’s input on your creation, if you want to include us as characters. No matter what disability you’re talking about.

You Hesitated

Author: @werewolfmutant

Requested by: @kaitlynw011

A/N: This was fun to write! Hope you like it :)


<<<Elena, Caroline, Jeremy, Bonnie, Tyler, Matt, Y/N, Stefan, Damon, and Alaric joined groupchat>>

Y/N: You guys will never guess what Damon and I just did

Elena: Oh no

Tyler: wat?

Y/N: Elena why do you automatically assume it’s something bad?

Bonnie: Is it?

Damon: yep

Elena: I stand by my statement

Bonnie: wat did u two do now?

Stefan: They crashed my blind date

Y/N: we saved your life

Tyler: from wat exactly??

Caroline: I SET UP THAT BLIND DATE 4 HIM SO HE WOULDN’T BE LONELY!!!!

Matt: that explains it

Elena: ^^^

Bonnie: ^^^

Alaric: ^^

Jeremy: lol

Caroline: U GUYS R SUPPOSED TO BE ON MY SIDE!!

Matt: didn’t know their were any

Bonnie: wat actually happened??

Stefan: Y/N came out of nowhere yelling at me and saying I ditched her sister

Stefan: The she threw a drink at my face

Stefan: I believe the words you spoke were “YOU MADE MY SISTER A BABY MAMA!!!”

Damon: the whole restaurant looked at them like they were crazy

Y/N: but giving scolding looks in Stefan’s direction

Elena: where were u Damon?

Damon: watching from a distance

Damon: lmao

Damon: I’ve never been so proud

Caroline: the girl yelled at me over the phone about that night

Caroline: I didn’t here enough of it until early this morning

Y/N: XD!!!

Stefan: tbh she was kind of annoying

Caroline: WAT?!!!!

Tyler: anyone else just sitting back and enjoying this??

Jeremy: ^^^^

Elena: ^^^^^^

Alaric: ^^^^

Matt: ^^^^^

Bonnie: ^^^^

Caroline: y did u have 2 ruin it Y/N??

Y/N: because I can

Caroline: or because ur jealous?

Y/N:….

Stefan:….

Damon: *confused*

Elena:….

Bonnie:….

Tyler:….

Matt: this just got real

Jeremy: ^^^^

Y/N:….No

Damon: you hesitated

Y/N: DID NOT!!!

Jeremy: did

Y/N: HUSH CHILD!!!

Stefan: Y/N??

Y/N: yes my son

Stefan: quit it -_-

Stefan: r u jealous??

Y/N:……………

<<<Y/N created private chat with Stefan>>>

Y/N: okay maybe I am

Stefan: why didn’t u just say so??

Stefan: and why r we in a private chat together??

Y/N: bc I didn’t want them to see Caroline’s right

Y/N: no way am I giving her the satisfaction

Stefan: soo……

Y/N: soo…..

Stefan: what time do you want me to pick you up tonight??

Y/N:………..

Y/N: 8 would do fine

Out of My Head

Originally posted by sherryzizi

Originally posted by wintersthighs

Summary: After an incident leads to Bucky Barnes getting triggered into full Winter Soldier mode, you, his girlfriend, are desperate to get the triggers out of his head. Driven to the last resort, you call up someone from your past and pay the price he demands.

A/N: I’m not exactly sure when frightening, psychologically driven, disturbing sex became my forte, but I kinda find it hilarious now that everybody goes, “You want dark sex? Go to Lily.” Especially considering what my name means, ha. I was actually meant to do a Sebastian drabble with this kind of sex in it, but I’m blocked as all hell, so this will have the same stuff in it, but with characters in it.

A/N: Speaking of being blocked on that Sebastian drabble, I am actually pretty much blocked on smut. Yes, I know that’s weird, but frankly, I need a break from it. I’m currently working on my long fic, Cherchez la Femme, and I want that to get the most attention, because I worked really, really hard on it. I typed this up in a couple of hours; Cherchez took three months to hand write and another month to edit. (I’m crazy, I know) That said, this will be the last smut one-shot I publish for a while, unless I am seriously inspired. Any smut published from this point on will be part of Cherchez or another long fic in progress. Most of you know I’m an English major, and I need to work that side of me sometimes, too. Don’t worry, I’m not angry at anyone, and I’m not about to rant, I just need to flip a switch. So there will also be a part of Cherchez published tomorrow… (not sure when though) so, please love on it. It needs long overdue cuddles.

WARNINGS: Hardcore smut. Threesome, oral and fingering (anal and vaginal), edging, forced (continual) orgasms, bondage, choking, spanking, use of magic during sex, dirty talk (name calling, degradation), language kink, metal hand kink, swearing, crying, mention of Bucky’s past trauma and mental issues, intrusion into thoughts, MIND GAMES. Sort of dubcon? Like you know when you have a fantasy you want but you’d never, never, never admit it? Yeah, that. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANGST @eclecticbooktaster FUCKING ANGST EVERYWHERE

*Shlyushka—little slut

*Pizda—cunt

*Ne hnich—don’t cry (it’s a really rude way of saying it)

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“what are you thinking about?”
“mm? hmm. just that i can hear your heartbeat.”
“yeah? what’s it sound like?”
“ba-dum. like all heartbeats. obviously.”
“well, good, i guess. that’s the way heartbeats are supposed to sound.”
“mm. i thought so too. it’s providing a nice harmony, i think. six-eight time.” 
“you’re composing to my heartbeat?”
“of course.”
“sherlock.”
“john.”
“that’s very romantic, did you know that?”
“i suspected. that’s not why i’m doing it though.”
“no? why’re you doing it then?”
“because. i’m trying to write the song that sounds the way it feels to love you, and to do that, it’s got to be based on you, hasn’t it? i don’t want to write you a song, i want to write you, the way you are, the way we are together. so it has to start with you.”
“well that’s definitely romantic.”
“hush. so what if i’m a romantic. if i am it’s because you made me that way.”
“it was my pleasure do to so. now come up here and kiss me, so i can be sure of what a romantic you are.”
“you’re impossible, john watson.”
“no,” … … … “i’m just yours.” 

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Imagine trying to come on to Dally after getting drunk…

Every single part of you that was sober was screaming at you to turn around and walk back down those two flights of stars and leave… but you were drunk and every fiber of your being was yearning to be touched by him. 

You weren’t this kind of girl, no, you were sensible, smart and better than the girl that was drunkenly stumbling into Dallas Winston’s room 1:00 in the morning after a beer blast at Buck’s. 

“Whooooopsy…” You couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped your lips as you fell to the floor in a heap. You were positive that you were going to wake up with a bruise of two. 

“What the heck” Dally grunted angrily, when his eyes cast down to you on the ground he immediately got down beside you. “Y/N, what’re you doing here? Is that alcohol I smell?” 

“Hi Dally!” You tried to sound as provocative as you possibly could. You wound your arms around his neck tightly so you could bring your body flush against his. “You’re so pretty.” 

“Come on, let’s get you up.” He huffed. wrapping his arms around you and picking you up off the floor as though you weighed nothing. 

Dallas Winston was your best friend, and even though he had never said it, you were sure that you were his… but lately something had changed. You barely spoke to one another, in fact, it seemed as though Dally went out of his way to avoid you. He stopped spending his time talking to you and spent his time in the company of other women, women who would throw themselves at him. 

“I’ve missed you, Dal” You said softly as he lowered you down onto his bed. 

“How can you miss me when I’ve been here the whole time, huh?” You heard him mutter as he leaned over you so he could take off your high heels. 

“You’ve been ignoring me, Dally… Did I do something wrong? I can fix it.” You smiled at him warmly as you straddled his waist. 

“W-wha… what are you d-doing?” He stuttered as he placed his hands on your hips. 

“Shh” You hushed, your hands drifted to either side of his face. “Let me fix it, okay?” 

You didn’t give him time to protest, instead, you smashed your lips to his roughly. 

He was beginning to lose control, this was all he ever wanted, for so long he wanted this, but Dallas Winston knew that you were way too good for him… this girl straddling his lap, well, he had no clue who she was, but this doppelganger was luring him in and making him lose all notions of self control. 

“Mmmm, Dal” You groaned, turning your neck to the side as his lips hit your neck. He sucked and lapped at the skin that beginning to bruise. You grounded your hips against his, rubbing against his awakened member. You could feel it rubbing against you underneath a thing layer of fabric.

You reached underneath the elastic of his underwear to grab him, to please him, to show him that you wanted him to make love to you, but then he was gone, and somehow you had fallen to the ground for the second time tonight. 

“Dal?” You muttered, looking around the almost pitch black room with bruised lips and a feeling of being unwanted bubbling underneath your skin. He was halfway across the room, his chest heaving up and down as he clung on to his door for dear life. 

He didn’t say anything for a moment, he just stared down at you with shaky hands. He wanted this, he had dreamed about this… and it was taking all he had not to pick you up in his arms and make love to you for all he was worth. 

But it wouldn’t have been right. And he refused to be that type of guy when it came to you. 

“You don’t want me?” You whispered, your heart sank and your lips wobbled pathetically. You didn’t want to look him in the eyes. “I- I should go.” 

You felt around on the floor for your heels, but instead you found Dally’s hands slipping into yours. 

“No, you’re in no condition to go anywhere. You’re staying here.” He had a no nonsense voice about him as he tried to maneuver you onto the bed. 

“No…” You whined, tears were welling up in your eyes and you were trying your hardest not to let them fall. “I’m going… you don’t want me. No one ever wants me, just let me go, Dallas. Who’ll care anyway if I get hurt or if I-” 

“i will care.” He grabbed your cheeks in his hands roughly. “You hear me? I care and I will always care. I’m sorry I’ve ignored you, that I probably caused you to think that you needed to do this to get my attention… but I want you, I always will. Now stop being a fucking idiot and let me help you.” 

You stopped fighting him, you were in a drunken daze as he unzipped your dress… you were barely awake as he slipped an old flannel shirt over you and buttoned it up… and you definitely weren’t awake when he told you he loved you. 

Vacation With You : Tom Holland

prompt : you and tom take your first vacation together to disney world

words : 1585

pairing : tom holland x reader

request :  Could you possibly do a Disney World and or Universal Orlando imagine with Tom Holland??? I love your imagines btw 💕 - @gray-rose13

warning : a bit of swaring and fluff and disney fluff

a/n : i love disney i died writing this i’ve never been happier writing a preference ever this surpasses all of them i love you for requesting this i don’t want to wait two more years to go back to disney )))): also it’s 4:30am someone kill me


“I can’t believe you’ve never been to Disney World.” You remark.

You and your long-time boyfriend, Tom, are going on your first vacation together. Well, real vacation. Press tours don’t count. Anyways, he said since he drags you everywhere for his job, you’d get to pick where you go. And of course, you, being an American raised in a Disney-loving family, automatically picked Disney World. And now you’re teasing Tom for not going. Ever. When this is your sixth time going.

“I’ve been to Disneyland Paris?” Tom tries to argue.

You roll your eyes. “Disneyland Paris has nothing on Disney World.” You say.

“Polynesian Resort. Last stop.” The bus driver says. You grin, hopping out of your chair and pulling Tom up with you. The two of you quickly gather your luggage, making it inside the hotel, checking in, and entering your hotel room.

“This hotel is gorgeous.” Tom says. The whole hotel is Polynesian themed, hence the name. You and your family love going here, and it only makes sense to keep up with the tradition.

“I love it so much!” You exclaim, flopping onto the bed. “Jacob would appreciate it.” Yoy say, causing Tom to laugh. “I’m going to use the bathroom and then we can spend the rest of the day in the park.” You stand up, giving Tom a quick kiss on the lips before entering the bathroom.

Fifteen seconds later, you hear Tom exclaim, “Holy shit y/n! There’s a balcony!”

You roll your eyes, turning on the sink and washing your hands. “This is a family park, Tom, keep the cursing to a minimum, will you?”

“I’m British.” He grumbles as you exit the bathroom.

“Oh get over it.” You tease. “Let’s go!” You say, grabbing your backpack.


“That was so cool. It’s like the tube, but, in the air.” Tom exclaims after exiting the monorail.

“You’re being overly British today.” You laugh, rolling your eyes.

“Whatever, you love me.” Tom says, kissing the top of your head. “What park is this?” He asks as you wait in line for bag checks and admission.

“Magic Kingdom. This one is definitely my favorite. Oh! Tomorrow we can go to Epcot. Epcot is the one where half is the future and the other half is around the world themed. You can go to England!” You exclaim, scanning your magic band.

“Yes, on a vacation to America that’s what I want to do, go to fake England.” Tom says sarcastically.

“Oh hush up. You know, this is the happiest place on Earth.” You smile, taking his hand and walking into the main gates.

“Hey, y/n, do you think we need a map?” Tom asks, looking at the display.

You stop, giving him a sassy glare. “Do you know how many times I have walked through this park? I think not.”

“I’m sorry, I love you.” He says, repeatedly kissing the top of your head, then your forehead, then your nose, and you stop him before he reaches your lips.

“There are children around!” You lower your voice into a whisper, causing Tom to pout. You roll your eyes, grasping his hand tightly and pulling him into the park.


“That is probably my favorite ride.” Tom announces after stepping off Space Mountain.

“Mine too! And Big Thunder Mountain. Oh my gosh your hair!” You say, cracking up.

Tom’s hands fly up to smooth his hair down. “You’re mean to me.” He pouts.

“Nu-uh. C’mon now, we’re gonna be late for the Electric Parade!” You grin, pulling him in the direction of Main Street USA.

The two of you find a seat, settling down and watching the parade. You start to get chilly, and Tom notices, so he grabs you his sweatshirt out of the bag you brought.

“You think, miss 6-timer, that you would know to bring a sweatshirt.” He whispers, slipping it over your head.

“I’m sorry, the forecast said it would be warmer. But you didn’t want to listen to me, Mr. English-I’m-always-cold.” You tease back.

He just smirks, wrapping an arm around you.

Once the parade is all over, the two of you make your way over to Cinderella’s castle, grabbing ice cream to eat before the fireworks start.

“This fireworks display is amazing.” You say, happily taking a bite out of your Mickey-shaped ice cream.

“Mm, I don’t think I’ll be watching it.” Tom shrugs, and you look at him with wide eyes, shocked.

“Excuse me?” You choke.

“I have something more beautiful to stare at.” He flirts, and you roll your eyes.

“Out of all of the boys, I chose the cheese-ball.” You roll your eyes.


“See Tom, it’s got the red telephone booths and everything!” You exclaim, grasping Tom’s arm and pointing over to them.

“I just think that this is a totally unrealistic portrayal of England.” Tom says, swatting you off his arm.

“They have Doctor Who merch inside?” You suggest.

“Really? Let’s get some!” Tom says, leading you inside the shop.


“I think we’re a bit too old to go in the pool.” You cross your arms.

“What about that man?” Tom pouts.

“Those are his kids Tom. Do you see any kids? No. Let’s go into the hot tub.” You argue.

“There are kids in there.” He points.

“Then let’s go to the beach.” You roll your eyes.

“isn’t that where that kid got killed by a shark?” Tom raises an eyebrow.

“You sure as hell don’t act like you’re 21. Go in the pool, Tom.” You give up, Tom cheering. And then five seconds later, you’re getting pushed into the pool.

“They have a water slide?!”


“I wonder if anyone’s gonna recognize you here.” You laugh, walking into Hollywood Studios hand-in-hand with Tom.

“The last thing I want on my mind during this vacation is movies.” Tom groans.

“And you want the first thing on it to be me? Well, you’re in luck! They have tons of Star Wars and Pixar stuff here! We should go on Star Tours first!” You exclaim.

“Hey, y/n, I think those people over there are pointing at me.” Tom whispers.

“See Tom, this is why I told you to wear a hat or sunglasses.” You smirk. “If they come up to you, get a picture. If they don’t ignore it.”

“Do they have any Marvel stuff here?”


“I can’t believe I was harassed by a Storm Trooper. Again.” You groan, laughing. You notice two girls walk up to the both of you, smiling shyly.

“H-hi Tom! And y/n, I know you too, you’re great!” The first one jokes.

“I love Wanda. Hey, Tom, why haven’t you ever let me meet Elizabeth Olsen?” You tease him, causing the two girls to laugh.

“We were wondering if we could get a picture?” The second one asks.

“Of course.” Tom says, and you take one of their phones, snapping a few pictures.

“Can we get some with y/n in it too?” The first one asks.

“Really?” You ask, surprised.

“Of course!” The second one nods.

You quickly find someone to take the picture, squeezing in next to the second girl.

“It was lovely meeting you two.” Tom smiles at the two girls.

“Thank you! Good luck! Bye!” They chorus, running back to their family.

“I love how you make people so happy.” You grin, holding his hand and swinging it.

“You make me happy though.”

“Again, cheese-ball.”


“I don’t wanna leave, Tom.” You pout, sitting on top of your luggage in your hotel room.

“We have a minute to check out. The bus doesn’t come until 5 hours from now, we can do shopping at Downtown Disney. Just please, get off the luggage and get down to the lobby so we can check out. Please?” Tom begs. “I’ll buy you the giant 50$ Stitch plush you’ve been begging me for all vacation?” He tries, causing you to shoot right up.

“Okay, let’s go!” You grin, walking down the hallway.

An hour later, your luggage was safe, you checked out, and you made it to Downtown Disney. Or whatever the new name is. Downtown Disney is better.

After a couple hours of shopping (and buying the giant 50$ Stitch plush), you and Tom found the Christmas Ornaments Store.

“Every time I went to Disney, my parents let me pick out an ornament.” You tell Tom, reminiscing.

“What if we buy ornaments for our tree?” Tom asks.

“Our tree?” You question.

“Our tree.” Tom reassures.

“I like that word. Our.” You smile, tugging Tom into the shop.


“Bye bye Disney.” You pout, sitting down in your seat on the airplane.

“Maybe we could go to another Disney. Maybe Tokyo or Paris or California-” Tom starts.

“Florida Disney will always be the best. I will not go to any other.” You cross your arms.

“Well, I guess we’ll just have to see when the next time I have a week break in my schedule is.” Tom shrugs.

“You really want to go to Disney with me? For a second time?” You ask.

“Of course. I love you and Disney makes you happy.” He smiles.

“Disney with you makes me happier.” You say, kissing him tenderly.

Pulse Part 3

Part 2

Genre: Fluff, angst
Words: 2,203
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Stalking
Summary: Soulmate AU in which one’s heartbeat becomes perfectly in sync with their soulmate’s once they meet.

“-A fiancée?” Natasha interrupted for clarification.

You nodded, taking a rather large sip of the red wine in your hand. “Why does this kind of shit always happen to me? I swear, God is out to get me.”

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic.” Natasha laughed. "You’re his soulmate, you’ll win him over.”

Sighing, you poured more of the alcohol into your glass. “I’m not so sure, Nat. You should have seen her, she looks like the love child of Megan Fox and Anne Hathaway. So not fair.”

“But you have one thing she doesn’t.” She teased.

“What?” You asked bitterly. “A stalker?”

“I was thinking more along the lines of your hearts beating in-sync, but that one is true, too.”

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protectors

in which a prank goes a little further than expected, and you find out that the boys will always be there for you

Word Count: 2,500

Rating: PG

I finally got around to finishing this one, hope you guys like it! It’s a long one!

“You ready?” Joe asked, checking the mic for the last time.

“Yep!” You responded, scooting over a tiny bit so that Joe could join you on the bed.

“Alright I’m gonna do the intro, do you want to explain it?”

“Yeah that works for me!”

It wasn’t often that you and Joe filmed videos together – he had always preferred for his personal life to stay private, but after Jack had accidentally outed the two of you in a vlog a few months back, Joe had grown more open to the idea of you on his channel. Not to mention that his fans absolutely loved seeing the two of you together.

“Hello everyone, today I’m joined with my girlfriend Y/N as you can see. Now, since we’ve been dating I’ve pranked her a few times, and she’s gotten me back each time, and in doing so, she’s proven herself to be quite the prankster herself. So today, I thought we were going to put our pranking abilities to the test with some good ole prank calls.”

“So, we’ve put all our friend’s names in this hat here, and whoever we pull is who we have to call and pretend that the two of us have gotten into a fight. The rules are we have to try and get whoever it is to be on our side of the argument, and if we do, we get the point,” you explained, giving the camera a thumbs up. The hat consisted of all the buttercreams, Alfie and Zoe, since they knew the two of you best.

“Rock paper scissors for who goes first?” Joe offered. You nodded and proceeded to lose, so he pulled a piece of paper out from the hat first.

“Ohhh, I’ve got Oli. Ughhh this is gonna be so hard, he bloody loves you!” Joe groaned. You grinned at the camera, getting excited.

You both waited as he rang Oli, listening to the tone until he picked up.

Oli: Ello!
Joe: Ello, alright?
Oli: Yeah, you?
Joe: Eh, I’ve been better. Are you busy?
Oli: Nah, I’m just at mine, what’s going on?
Joe: I’m in a bit of trouble…
Oli: Oh bloody hell, what’ve you done?
Joe: Nothing too serious, it’s about me and Y/N
Oli: Go on…

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Only You

Hope you’ll like this!

Plot: Y/N cries over having seen Harry kiss someone else and he tries his best to comfort his friend. 

Warnings: None. 

Pic isn’t mine. 

My cheeks were flushed and felt sore just like my swollen and wet eyes did. I had been crying for much too long. The awful sense of disappointment shook my body for over half an hour now and all I could long for was for it to stop. Yet it seemed as though my heart wasn’t done yet.
It left Harry feeling helpless and distraught as he stood in front of the bathroom door. He’d been frozen there for the past twenty-eight minutes, his knuckles red and scratched from how many times he’d knocked and tried to get me to open for him. But there was nothing. In my state there was no way I would want to face him. I shouldn’t have come to this house party. Never before had I been this unhappy before.

With his eyes pressed shut Harry tried one last time, hissing under his breath as the contact of the back of his hand and the wooden door hurt. But after what he’d done, he supposed he deserved the pain if not much worse. 

“Y/N,” Harry tried for the fiftieth time, “Please.”

His stomach turned at the sound of my crying increasing and he felt as though his heart tried to break out of his chest. Never before had he felt so lost and frightened because of somebody else’s pain. But I wasn’t just anybody. Even though that was exactly how he’d made me feel. 

“Harry, please go,” I croaked, finally finding the guts to talk to him, even if it was through the closed door, “I swear I’m not mad at you or anything. Just… give me a moment.”

At that he frowned. “Not mad at me? Y/N, you stormed away the moment you saw me with Amy and you’re saying you’re not mad?” 

Of course I was mad. My anger wasn’t directed at him however, but at Amy. The girl who I had told that I loved Harry more than any friend should, that I wished for him and I to get together someday. The girl who’d reacted to that information by kissing him right in front of me. 
I shouldn’t have been surprised. Amy… she took what she wanted without concern for anyone else, not even somebody she was on friendly terms with. And of course she wanted Harry the by far handsomest guy in our friendship group, who had the kindest heart and whose wit could come up with the best jokes. 
Still, it had surprised me greatly to see them kissing. The image burned my mind and I shut my eyes in attempts of deleting it from my memory.
But I couldn’t and she kept on sneaking her way back into my head.
Her hands in his short brown hair, her chest pressed to his front tightly and her legs on either side of his waist as she sat straddling him. Her tongue in his mouth as she bit and licked his lips hungrily. 
So greedy, I thought as more tears fell from my eyes. She didn’t treat him half as gently as Harry should be treated. 

“Love.” I heard Harry whine once more. “Please let me in. You’re hurting me with shutting me out.”

My fingers shook but I forced myself to splash some tab water into my red face, cooling my skin down before reluctantly opening the door.

“Please, Harry. Just go, I don’t want you to see me like this and there’s nothing you have to say or do to-”

Before I could finish his arms were around me and my head was tucked into his neck, face pressed right against the warm and soft skin of his so oI could breath him in. And I let him hug me happily and embraced him just as tight, relieved but crying once again at the same time.
He was so kind and good. Patient with me even after the scene I’d just caused and he didn’t even ask what was wrong. I wished that if we weren’t going to be a couple than I could at least become more than just any friend to him. 
With quiet hushes he tried to soothe me and I laughed through my tears when he began to sway us back and forth. Shamelessly I nestled into his chest and smiled when his quiet laugh rumbled through him. 

“Tell me what I can do,” Harry spoke lowly into my ear, “Please. Want to make it okay again. M’so sorry, Y/N.” 

I shook my head. “You have nothing to be sorry for.” 

He flinched at the noise of footsteps coming up the stairs and towards us. I jumped away from him, involuntarily taking a step back into the bathroom and shook my head. The thought of Amy seeing me like this frightened me and I could already imagine her evil grin.

Harry acted quick and grasped my hand. “Whoever’s coming surely wants to use the toilet. C’mon.”

He pulled me into his side and lead me towards one of the bedrooms in the house, shutting the door after us quickly once we were both inside. Sniffling I took a seat on the big kingsized bed and tried to somehow find a way how I could justify my complete breakdown. 

Harry was just a friend. No matter my affection for him, he didn’t see me as anything more and we weren’t that close either. All of this meant that he didn’t owe me anything and that I had no right to run away and cry after witnessing him kiss somebody else. 
The mattress dipped when he sat down next to me and I shuddered when his hand squeezed my knee. 

“I didn’t want to kiss Amy.” His voice was quiet and apologizing. 

I huffed and shook my head before turning to briefly leaning my head against his shoulder before pulling away again. “You don’t have to do this.”

“Do what?”

“Apologize. Find an excuse. You’re single, at a party… and Amy is hot. You can do whatever you want.” 

A frown formed on his face. “I know I can. But as I just said I didn’t want to kiss her.”

I took in a deep breath. His words were a relief and slowly the horrible ache in my chest lessened. “Okay.” 

“She just…” Harry paused before releasing a short laugh, “She sort of tackled me. And she’s much stronger than she looks as well so I couldn’t just push her off.” 

“Poor Harry,” I murmured, my voice still thin, “Attacked by an attractive girl.” 

“Should I be jealous over how appealing you seem to find her?” Harry asked, wrapping an arm around my shoulders before his lips pressed to my temple in a soft kiss. 

My breath hitched. Jealous?

“What-” I sniffled, “What do yo mean by ‘jealous’? Why would you-”

“Well you seem awfully interested in how pretty she is while all I would want to hear is what you think of me. Why you start to cry when I’m with someone else, for example.” 

Harry smiled at me and unlike my expectations, I didn’t care if he knew anymore. My actions had said enough already anyway, I might as well just own up to it. I huffed and shook my head.

“You know I think you’re amazing,” I admitted quietly, “I’ve made it awfully obvious and tonight it all peaked.” 

Harry’s eyes widened at my words and I hesitated to meet them, relieved when I saw him smile. Slowly I pulled away and turned to sit on the bed in a cross legged position, facing him. 

“I have feelings for you and Amy knew that. I guess I started to cry because I… because I couldn’t believe that she made a move on you and it hurt to see you embraced by and kissing her. Not when-” I stopped, looking away and at my fingers, “Not when I wanted to be the one who gets to do that.”

Silence. Harry’s breathing increased and slowly his hand reached out for mine. “Y/N-”

“Look, Harry, I know this is a lot and I’m sorry that I caused such a scene. You surely didn’t expect this to be how your night would be and I’m just really sorry I reacted so dramatic and-” 

Suddenly and completely unexpected I had his lips pressed to mine. They were warm, so much softer than I’d imagined and kissing my mouth so tenderly my heart fluttered. I jumped back. 

“What are you doing?” I asked, shocked.

Harry chuckled nervously, my reaction causing his confidence to crumble slightly. “Kissing you?” 

“Why?” I was stunned. He’d just had an attractive Amy throw herself at him and a snotty, red faced girl confess her crazy feelings for him. And he chose the snotty girl?

My heart fluttered when the back of his hand gently brushed my cheek. 

“How oblivious can you be, huh?” He smiled and shook his head. “I told you didn’t want to kiss Amy. I ran after you the moment I saw you cry and my stomach is in painful knots, which I know will only lessen once I know you’re no longer tormented with worry.”

His hand squeezed mine. My hear pounded heavily in my chest. 

“You… do you like me?” The question sounded silly and stupid, but my head had difficulties making sense of the situation. 

Harry grinned. “Yes. Isn’t that obvious?” 

Momentarily time stood still. Harry. He liked me? He… chose me over Amy?

“But,” I began, my frown deepening, “I’m all snotty and just cried in front of you. And she’s-”

Harry rolled his eyes. “We seriously got to work on your confidence, love.”

I laughed. His hand cradled my cheek and this time he leaned in slowly, brushing his nose against mine and giving me a moment to get used to the thought of him kissing me. Though really how could anyone get used to that. He was Harry for crying out loud. 

I smiled when his lips found mine and so did he, making the kiss even more heart warming than the one before. My hands found his neck, his moved to my hips and soon we were full on making out on the bed. How surreal it all seemed and I couldn’t feel more happy. 
Out of breath I turned my head and gasped when his mouth moved to kiss my neck and jaw. 

“Don’t want-” he began to mumble, mouth still pressed onto my skin, “anyone else. Want only you.” 

My hands squeezed his shoulders. “I only want you, too.” 

“It’s settled then.” Harry pulled back and looked at me, eyes sparkling and lips, though slightly swollen, stretched in a bright smile. “You’re making me so happy, Y/N. So happy.”

Hope you enjoyed this one shot. I wrote it in one go and completely spontaneously so excuse any mistakes as it hasn’t been proof read. Love you all! xx

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Breastfeeding. One Shot

I know you’ve hinted at it throughout many of your stories that while breastfeeding Brianna or faith, that Jamie also partakes in the feeding. I’d like a oneshot that shows this, and shows the intimacy it allows the two of them and also the three of them as a whole. Thanks! Xx


Claire often fed Faith alone, the solitude calling to her as if her own 20th Century moral value still existed beneath the surface of her new 18th Century self. She didn’t like to be watched and she didn’t like the maids interference in the private time with her daughter.

Jamie, however, often crept into their chambers. Much to Mrs Crook’s disapproval.

Knowing he was there watching over them both gave Claire a distinct feeling of warmth and she basked in his attention along with the small sounds of pleasure illicit by Faith as she suckled hungrily.

Their journey back to health and happiness had been a long one. For a while it had been touch and go with Faith. But as small as she was, she was still strong. A true Fraser at heart. Fighting through the stressful premature birth and then the long journey from France to Scotland, the wean had shown a stunning amount of Scots spirit, growing gradually by the second and surprising nearly everyone who’d thought it impossible for her to live.

“You don’t have to sit in the shadows, you know.” Claire called out to Jamie, letting her shift fall fully open as Faith’s tiny hand gripped at the sheer fabric.

Already rendered almost immobile with the beautiful sight that lay before him, Jamie could barely answer Claire as he shuffled forward slightly trying to get a better view of his glorious wife.

Noticing his reticence, Claire lay further backwards in the window seat, her legs parting and her shift sliding along her creamy white thighs as she rocked her sleepy daughter in her arms.

Faith’s eyes opened and closed slowly as she gazed up at her mother, watching drowsily as Claire ran a warm finger across her brow. She was fighting sleep, Claire could tell.

Moved by the display of lasciviousness as well as her endearing love for Faith, Jamie licked his lips in anticipation. He kent that once she was done that would be room for him to crawl between her thighs and…

Stopped dead in his tracks, Jamie’s thoughts were stalled as he felt Claire’s eyes upon him once more. Satisfied that Faith was now firmly asleep, she’d watched as Jamie appeared lost in devious thought. She could almost pluck the thoughts from his head. A smile pulled at her lips as she moved the angle of Faith’s pliant body as she slept on.

“Shall I…” Jamie asked, holding his arms out for his daughter as Claire gently passed her over knowing what he needed almost before he did.

She remained exposed to him, her nipples still pinked from where Faith had been suckling her. Resting her head softly against the exposed brick that lined the window seat, she let her arms drop, her hands lying palm up either side of her legs as she waited for Jamie to come to her.

Unable to resist, Jamie covered Faith and bent to place a kiss on her forehead before turning back to see Claire, her breastbone rising and falling gently, poised and ready.

“Can I?” He began, a hint of trepidation in his tone, “I ken I asked afore Faith was born and ye thought it a bonnie idea, but do ye still? Will ye feed me…as you do our daughter?” There was a hint of longing in his voice, a slight judder where he thought the suggestion might be rebuked or be daft - but still the want was too prominent to ignore.

“What is between you and I, Jamie love?” Claire asked, her voice a hushed whisper in their quiet chambers. As she spoke she rolled her spine, forcing her chest forwards and calling Jamie closer with her body.

“Sae much, Claire,” he sighed in return, “so much I dinna think I have the words right now.”

“Then we can do anything…as one flesh.”

“Aye,” he mouthed, breathless with longing as he pulled the buckle of his belt free and let his kilt drop around his ankles. Stepping free of the billowing material, he knelt on the beginnings of the velvet cushions that lined the window, the outside of his thighs coming into contact with the outside of Claire’s as he shimmied up and between her legs. He wanted her, badly, but he left his shirt on, letting the thin cloth cover her bare middle as she reached to cradle his head to her breast.

Being careful to choose the opposite one to their daughter, Jamie licked boldly, his tongue tasting the sweet/sour mix of the milk that lingered on her puckered nipple. She tasted divine and that small sample alone coated his mouth causing him to moan around her.

“Jesus H…” Claire cried out breathlessly. The sensation of him taking from her rocketed through her, sending wondrous spasms up and down her spine.

Sealing his lips fully around her, Jamie started to suck in earnest, the vacuum created by his mouth rousing Claire in a way she could never have imagined. Jamie used the opportunity to slide his fingers down - through her soft curls - until he reached the damp centre of her. Crossing two fingers, he brushed them up and down, creating a friction that made Claire virtually weep above him.

The dual sensation of Jamie - his fingers almost inside her as his mouth fed greedily from her - caused Claire to feel weightless, and she slumped over him, curling her body around him as she dug her fingers deeper into his thick curls to keep him where he was.

“I want you, Jamie,” she gasped, her legs thrusting her hips ungraciously from the cushion beneath her arse, “I want you inside me whilst you…”

Holding her as carefully as he could, Jamie shimmied himself underneath Claire, making sure never to lose contact with her as he readjusted them so that she sat over him. With her nipple still fully inside his mouth, the fresh taste of her mother’s milk sliding effortlessly down his throat as he licked softly at her breast, he held her waist and hips solidly over his aching cock.

Leaning into him, Claire rocked herself backwards and forwards, slowly easing herself down over Jamie as he moaned needily around her. Every nerve was firing, her senses overloaded as he surrounded her every atom. She felt as though she were being torn apart from the inside, the subtle throb of her climax pulsating through her wanting bones as she took him fully inside her and then began to lift her hips only a little. Her shallow thrusts enabled her to keep him close, the feel of his thick pubic hair stimulating her - pushing her to the brink and he drained her.

Jamie felt warm. His insides seemed to glow as he slaked his thirst of her. Feeling her grip him tightly, he stopped suckling against her, his legs shaking with the pressure that had steadily grown within him.

“God I love ye, Claire,” he groaned, his hands guiding themselves along every nodule of his spine until his fingers hooked around her shoulders, locking her against him in the most erotic way. He could feel every inch of her, from collar bone to ankle as she cried out, jaggedly thrust her hips against him and then flopped down. She would have slid off him too had it not been for his sturdy grip.

Following her, he allowed himself to fall, the persistent throb of her dragging his pleasure from him as their hearts beat quickly in time with one another.

“Christ, saints save us,” Jamie cursed, his breath coming in short sharp pants as he began to regain some sort of awareness. Claire seemed still to be only semi-conscious, her eyes remaining steadfastly shut as she panted against his shoulder. “I didna think it would be like that.”

“One…flesh…” Claire sighed, her words almost slurred and elongated as she struggled to find the ones she needed to vocally communicate with Jamie, “love.”

“Aye,” Jamie returned, kissing the side of her head as he plucked her from the window seat and carried her to their bed, laying her flat against the sheets as he crawled alongside her. “One flesh, mo nighean donn. Sleep well.”

Nuzzling her nose into the hollow between his chin and his shoulder, Claire wrapped her arms around him, her tender breasts nudging his naked chest as she fell deeply asleep in his arms, satisfied and safe. “Blood of my blood,” she sighed, the sudden memory of their wedding dancing behind her closed lids as she succumb to slumber.

“Bone of my bone, my sassenach,” Jamie whispered in return, his heart and his belly full, “until our lives are done.”

You Owe Me // Archie Andrews

Hi!!! I love your imagines! Can I request an Archie one where he’s trying to get over Mrs. Grundy and he does that by asking the reader to fake date him so that she (Grundy) realizes he’s moved on but then they (reader and Archie) actually fall for each other and Grundy tries to get him back but fails????? Thank you thank you thank you!!!!!

Hey guys! I’m getting through these one at a time to the best of my ability so please be patient and if you have been thank you so much! I’m going through a rough patch at the moment so I need all the happiness I can get. If you guys have any ideas please let me know, love you all 💕🌸

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‘Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!’ I perked my head up from my English notes, seeing my auburn haired best friend running down the hallway towards me where I was standing at my locker. I frowned at him, my eyes widened in confusion.

'Archie, stop yelling my name please. You’re drawing attention that is unwanted on my part.’ I whacked him in the chest once he reached me, closing my locker shut.

'I need to ask you a favour, only a small one I promise.’ He pleaded, following me down the hallway whilst I was reading up on Shakespeare’s famous plays.

'What is it?’ I asked absentmindedly, still staring at my notes, trying to understand his made up language.

'Please don’t overreact, but, I need you to be my girlfriend.’

'Say what now?’ I asked, raising my eyebrow, causing him to shush at me, pushing me into a vacant classroom and closing the door behind him. 'You have to be out of your mind.’ I shook my head, closing my book.

'Look - I need to get Ms. Grundy off of my back ever since the whole…’

'Teacher sleeps with student scenario?’ I cut him off, shrugging.

'Do you really have to put it like that?’ He asked.

'Yes, yes I do.’ I nodded, causing Archie to sigh. 'Continue,’ I motioned with my hand, sitting on one of the desks.

'Anyway, I need to get her off of my back and I’ve been trying to get over her. So, I need you, my best friend in the entire world, to fake date me.’ He explained.

'And why would I do that?’ I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

'Because you appreciate me and you owe me for that one time.’ He smiled cheekily as I sighed, playfully frowning at him.

Damn him and black mailing me.

'It was one time and I swore to never touch alcohol again after it. Why do you have to bring it up?’ I groaned, running my hands over my face.

'Because I’m your best friend. Now, please, just this once?’ He pleaded, standing in front of me.

I sighed. 'Alright “boyfriend”, let’s do this.’

*

'You guys are dating?!’ I shushed Veronica, glaring at the raven haired girl for almost announcing it to the whole cafeteria.

'Jesus, Ronnie. Keep your voice down. I’m only doing this for him, it’s not real.’ I sighed, eating at my cupcake.

'It soon will be.’ I frowned at her, confused at where she was going with this conversation. She rolled her eyes before continuing. 'Y/N, people who fake date end up falling for each other in the end…or have you already done that?’

I bit my bottom lip, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. 'Whatever I feel, this is me doing him a favour and only a favour.’ Betty and Ronnie stared at each other, almost with knowing looks that it was obvious that I had feelings for my best friend, I always did. But, I managed to suppress them, until now.

'Hey girlfriend,’ I looked up to see Archie smiling down at me, kissing the top of my head before taking a seat next to me. Jughead gave me a smile and sat next to Betty. 'You told these guys?’

I nodded, 'Well, they would possibly raise questions due to that romantic gesture.’ I chuckled, catching sight of Ms. Grundy walking into the cafeteria.

Archie quickly wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I rested my head on his shoulder, not really thinking about it. It was almost as though it was out on instinct.

I watched her walk past our table, giving us a glare as she walked past, causing Archie and I to bump fists under the table.

'She looked happy to see us.’ I snorted, trying to keep it together. Archie chuckled too, not removing his arm from me, whilst I never lifted my head from his shoulder.

I could tell you one thing though; I most certainly blushed and I wasn’t mad about it either.

*

'Oh, c'mon! This is just stupid! No way would he have made that jump!’ I exclaimed at Archie’s t.v in his bedroom, the two of us watching some action movie that Archie had picked.

'It’s because it’s Hollywood, Y/N. What do you expect?’ Archie chuckled.

'Some actual quality content.’ I answered, making Archie snort.

I chuckled, continuing to watch the movie. I was laying on Archie’s chest, feeling his gaze on me. We’d been “dating” for over a week now and in all honesty, I didn’t want it to end. I enjoyed spending time with him, doing couple things at school. The only thing we hadn’t done was kiss.

Did I want to? Of course I did. But, I was doing this as a favour, only a favour.

'Y/N?’ Archie perked up. I turned my gaze away from the t.v, seeing him looking down into my own gaze.

'Yeah, Arch?’ I asked, feeling my heart pick up of how close we were.

'You now how I only asked you to do this as you owing me?’ I nodded, letting him continue, 'Well, I’ve been thinking about it…and I-I didn’t realise it until only a few months ago - actually, a few years ago but, I don’t want to fake date, Y/N. I want to date you, for real.’

I gasped quietly, his words taking my breath away and my voice.

'I-I understand if you don’t feel the same-’

'Oh, hush up.’ I cut him off, grabbing his face, kissing him eagerly like I had been wanting to for so long. I rested my hands on his cheeks, pulling away from his lips as I rested my forehead against his.

'So…do we make this a daily thing now, or?’ I joked, causing Archie to laugh and pull me in for a hug, kissing the top of my head.

I know what cloud 9 feels like now.

*

After Betty, Kevin and Ronnie’s reactions to me actually dating Archie, I needed to walk away and get some air and look for Archie at the same time.

I was genuinely happy for once, Archie causing the grin on my face. I felt complete and important, especially that the boy I’ve liked for so long finally admitted his own feelings. It amazed me that just by the two of us fake dating made us realise our true feelings for each other, ending up together for real.

I was knocked quickly out of my thoughts with shouting coming from a classroom. I frowned, walking over to the music room to see Archie and Ms. Grundy having an argument. I walked over to it, opening the door, causing Archie and Ms. Grundy to turn their heads and look at me.

'Really, Archie? Her? I gave you everything you could’ve wanted!’ She stared at me disgusted, causing anger to bubble up inside me.

'You manipulated me into keeping a secret about Jason Blossom’s murder and used me for your own good. Y/N treats me with the love and respect that I hope I can give her.’ Archie but back, causing my heart strings to tug a little at his words, warming them.

'Think about what you’re doing Archie, I can still give you everything-’

'No,’ Archie shook his head, cutting her off. He turned his back away from her, walking over towards me. 'You can’t. We’re done. I moved on and I’m happy.’

'She’ll hurt you, Archie.’

I scoffed. 'Give it a break, honey. You’re done here.’ I spat, feeling Archie grab my hand, leading me out of the tension build room.

I sighed of relief, the two of us being the only ones in the hallway.

'Well…that was interesting.’ Archie sighed, gripping onto the strap of his backpack.

I wrapped my arms around his waist, hugging him whilst I rested my head on his chest. He sighed, hugging me back. I felt his kiss the top of my hair, his hand cupping my face to tilt it up, pecking his lips.

I hummed happily, the two of us pulling away from each other. 'I’ll never get tired of that.’ I mumbled.

'I’m glad.’ He whispered back.

Daddy Devil  { Dominance }

<– [Prologue] | [Submission] –>

Words: 5,630

Genre: Smut/Demon!AU

Warnings: Daddy kink, bondage, bdsm, etc.

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIM NAMJOONNNNNNNNNN!!! Love of my life, seriously. I have some many feels towards this man, ahhhhh

Anyway! Please enjoy this story! I’m not sure if there will be more following this, but if there is, I’ll be writing it at my own pace, whenever I feel like it, so ^^ fair warning~

In the meantime, please enjoy! It’s been a while since I posted the prologue, so if you need a refresher, or haven’t read it, I suggest you go and do that~ <3


You’re too tipsy to deal with anyone else tonight. Dragging your friend’s home from the bar had been trouble enough—especially when multiple male demons had paused you along your route to flirt and offer companionship for the night. Somehow you’d managed to convince them to turn down the strange offers, and had finally managed to shove them through the front door of their apartment building. You hadn’t even bothered walking them up to their floor, too fed up and tired and horny (you blame it on the alcohol) to even think about wasting another second on their drunken asses.

Managing to hurriedly walk home to your own apartment, you tumble inside and lock the door behind you. Third level rarely has many crimes, but you can never be too safe—especially when the residents of each level are allowed to travel freely…for the most part.

Dragging yourself through the tiny kitchen of your studio style flat, you pad into the main area and pull your tight fitting shirt over your head, shivering as the soft fabric brushes over perky nipples. Despite your minds weak protests, you’d decided to be a little…adventurous in your evening out, and had ventured around town without a bra. It excited you—like your own little secret…unless someone was sharp enough to notice, but at that point they’d earned the treat of knowing anyways.

Sighing blissfully, you sensually coast your hands across your chest, gripping the soft mounds. The artificially made moonlight illuminates every inch of your body, but on the third story of the building with no one else around, you can’t be bothered to draw the curtains, far too occupied by the way your vagina aches for more with each tug of your nipples between your fingers.

Head lolling back, eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks, you continue to pleasure yourself, crafting an imaginary scene behind your eyelids to aid the growing pool of heat between your legs. Immediately, like all the other times, a tall, dark figure comes to mind. You can’t see the face of the man, but his body is sinful—his hands possessive as he grabs at you. You imagine him feasting on your breasts—all tongue and teeth—his vocabulary sinful as he stakes his claim, making you his.

“Fuck…,” you breathe hotly, your panties becoming soaked, and you hurry to undress yourself. Looping your thumbs under the band of your pants and also your panties, you tug them down in one fell swoop, kicking them from around your ankles and tossing yourself onto your bed.

One of your hands coasts down the expanse of your chest and stomach, migrating between your thighs. Your wetness immediately covers your fingers as you pull apart your folds, clit throbbing with anticipation.

Digging your heels into the messy sheets, you arch upward, a wanton gasp leaving your lips the second your fingers touch your most sensitive bud. Rubbing the swollen area slowly, you dip your digits down towards your opening, coating yourself in your wetness.

However, before you get the chance to touch your clit and pleasure yourself to your release, you’re interrupted. There’s a tap at your balcony window, and your eyes shoot open, blood running cold when you see a man sitting there, smirk on his face.

And not just any man…its Jungkook.

“Yah!” you screech at him as he innocently tugs at the glass door wall, happiness apparent on his features when he finds that it’s not locks. Sliding it open, clearly not caring of your state of undress or the fact that you’re bounding to your feet, haphazardly wrapping the white bed sheet around yourself, Jungkook steps inside.

“Maybe I should hang around your apartment more often,” he comments teasingly as he glances you up and down, and you scowl, knowing that he can tell how red your face has turned.

For the most part, you’re unfamiliar with Jungkook, but you know him. Everyone does. And for the most part, in return, he knows everyone. It’s his job to keep track of third level residents, after all, so he’d made a point to become acquainted with everyone. So, in the most basic sense, you know him. You’d encountered him maybe about a dozen time during your stay, and none had been unpleasant—in fact, you’d actually sort of taken a liking to his fun yet somewhat shy personality. But now—with him approaching you slowly, hidden intent marking his gaze—you’re wondering where that dash of shyness went, and if you’d ever known him at all.

“Y/N,” he beckons, voice calm. Jungkook extends his hand towards you, and your heart thrums, fingers twitching at your side because even though you have no goddamn clue as to why he’s here, he’s…tempting.

But you hold your ground, not giving in, your eyes narrowing at him.

“Why are you here?”

Jungkook grins and rolls his eyes. “You ask too many questions.”

Before you can blink, Jungkook is suddenly chest-to-chest with you, your nipples poking through the sheet and pressing into his sculpted chest.

“Hey–!” you begin to protest—because that’s the first damn question you’ve asked!—but Jungkook silences you with his lips, his tongue lapping up your surprised gasp and contented moan. Sadly, your contentment doesn’t last long—shattering the moment Jungkook grabs the end of the sheet you’re using to shield yourself and tugs—hard.

His strength obviously inhuman, you’re sent spinning and are only saved from sure disaster to yourself and your apartment by the fact that Jungkook grabs you—his hands steady on your waist as he waits for your head to stop spinning.

“You asshole!” is the first thing you cry, pounding your fist against his chest, knowing that he probably doesn’t even feel it. Having the balls to laugh at your futile efforts to detach yourself from him, Jungkook slips his hands down your sides—causing you to shiver—and grips each of your ass cheeks. He then proceeds to lift you up, leaning backwards so your chest is pressed flush to his, and without warning launches backwards and flies from your apartment window.

“Jungkook!” you scream, goosebumps prickling your skin as the night air rushes over you. Down below you can see buildings and a few scarce people in the late hours of the night, but that doesn’t fix your embarrassment in the least. Jungkook—the goddamn little shit of a guardian—is holding you by your ass, naked, and flying you over the entire damn city.

“Yes?” he finally responds, humor in his voice, and you match his gaze, eyes ablaze.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” you hiss in a harsh whisper, not wanting to be seen or heard, dear god. “Put me down this instant!”

“Yeah?” he grins, licking his lips, and all of the sudden his grip on your ass disappears. You startle, eyes going wide as you fall away from him.

“Wai–!”

Before you can even finish there’s a strong hand on your ankle, and you squeal as you flip upside down, hair falling down towards the fading city below.

Jungkook!” you scream, attempting to clench your legs together, but it seems Jungkook has already gotten a perfect eyeful of your attributes, his teasing gaze now filled with undeniable hunger.

“I’m jealous,” he says, flipping you with ease, cradling you in his arms as if you’re a princess. “But He’s already asked for you, so I can’t lay my claim.”

You blink, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. What the hell is he talking about?

“What? Who asked for me? What the fuck is going on, Jungkook. You literally just came into my home and stole me away—while I was naked, mind you, which is unkind—to me and everyone, considering no one needs to see what it is I’ve got going on.”

Jungkook snorts a laugh. “What you’ve got going on, Y/N, is something I wish I’d noticed sooner—”

“Oh hush. You’re a baby.”

Pausing, Jungkook’s gaze darkens, tinting with dominance, his eyes flashing a hypnotic color of red.

“If you ever come back to third level and are returned to my domain, I promise I’ll show just how wrong you are…”

You gulp, thighs tightening as the threat tugs on the orgasm which you had been unable to reach just a few minutes earlier. You want to ask him what he’d do—because dear god the thought is suddenly so wonderful to imagine—but more importantly…

“Why would I not come back to third level?? Jungkook, where the fuck are you taking me?”

“To your daddy devil.”

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Coda to 12x11– Regarding Dean. Destiel.

Sam calls Cas as soon as they’re safely back at the bunker. 

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Cas growls at Sam, stalking across the kitchen to where Dean is nursing a beer. He asks Dean, “How are you feeling?” with some leftover animosity, but Dean recognizes it for what it is: concern. 

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