i am so sorry about the huge pile of clothes behind me

Stormy Nights (Richie/Eddie)

Summary: Richie and Eddie are both teenagers (roughly 16) and both of their family lives are getting worse, particularly Richie’s. One night Richie cant take it anymore and sneaks through Eddie’s window to stay the night.

Warning(s): Mentions of emotional and mental abuse, cussing, FLUFF/ANGST??? fuck i love reddie

A/N: Hello all! My main account is @edsrich and I wont be posting my imagines for IT here anymore is based around marvel-  but I created this one here! And I livE AND BREATHE for Reddie.  Yes, this takes place whilst the Losers Club are all in their teen years, frankly because I find it easier to write certain things that aren’t as cute and innocent (despite Richie & the other boys being fAR from iNNocent). I hope you enjoy! Feedback, positive and negative is appreciated!

Eddie laid in bed watching ‘Little Shop of Horrors’, whilst wearing a navy shirt and oversized sweats to keep him comfy. It was currently 9PM on a random Wednesday in the middle of Summer, today was a basic day; it involved hanging out with Bill and Richie for the day as Stan, Ben and Mike were busy. 

Ever since the incident that happened back in 1989, some had became distant from the group more than others. Beverly moved away the day after the losers defeated Pennywise itself, whilst Stan slowly distanced himself and Mike seemed to be working a lot. Ben was just busy on this random day and couldn’t hang out with the other boys.

Eddie rumbles a grunt in the back of his throat, sitting up and adjusting his white pillowcases in a more comfortable position and he places his smaller frame back down onto his mattress and continues to watch ‘Little Shop of Horrors’. 

Ripples of lightning sliced through the cloud smothered sky, alongside with the summer showers that poured down upon the town of Derry, which alone created a moody atmosphere for Eddie. Eddie flinched as the crackles from the rumbling thunder shocked him every now and then. Branches tapped against his window as the wind swirled them against the glass repeatedly, too startling the teen.

Suddenly, a large bang- much larger than the small twigs- impacted the glass of the window, causing Eddie to squeak.

The startled boy frantically looked to where the noise was, only to see large bulky glasses and brown curly hair. Richie.

Eddie, at first, thought he was seeing things-  which caused him to raise his hands and wipe his eyes from the sleep that stuck in his inner corners, but to no avail- it was Richie, soaked for that matter.

Eddie stood up, walking over to his window and slowly and silently opened the window- careful not to wake his over protective mother, he quickly helped his best friend into his room with a soft grunt and no noise from Richie.

“Dude, what the fuck are you doing here?” Eddie whispered a bit, rain splatting his pale cheeks before quickly shutting the window before any more rain flew inside.

“It’s nice to see you too, Eds.” Richie mumbled, for once not making a snarky remark.

Eddie went over to his door, shutting it before looking over his shoulder. “Don’t call me Eds.”

The corner of Richie’s lips tugged up into his signature smirk at Eddie’s signature remark to his own, as he removed his thick rimmed glasses, attempting to wipe away the droplets that stuck to his lenses. He pushed his fingers inside of his wet shirt and rubbed the material against the glass, his attempts failing.

“Here, hold on.” Eddie sighed, walking up to the taller boy and taking the glasses away and using his own shirt to smear away the droplets, this time much more successfully.

Richie watched, his tongue poking his cheek with his thoughts all over the place- but continued to keep remotely silent unless he was spoken too.

Eddie finished cleaning his friends glasses, before holding them up and putting them on Richie’s face for him, a confused look remaining on his face as he watches Richie’s eyes grow larger due to the lenses that were suited for his eye sight.

“What happened, Richie? Why are you here- I-I mean, I’m not complaining but this is just fucking unusual.” Eddie rambled a bit, a voice crack slipping into his sentance 

This caused Richie to smirk despite the emotions he currently was feeling, Eddie knew his background and what his family was like. He knew his Mother was an alcoholic and that his Father was just plain cruel to him for no apparent reason. Both parents had in fact told him this very night that they would’ve rather had a daughter than for him to even exist. Sure, his Mother was drunk; his Father was beyond stressed, but he was sober and agreed with every word that his Mother slurred.

Not to mention, ‘a drunken mans words is a sober mans thoughts’, even if his Mother wasn’t a man.

“It was them again, Eds.”

Eddie chose to ignore the nickname that he had a love-hate feeling for, instead becoming concerned, “Who?” 

Richie sighed, “Mom and Dad, as fucking usual. I fucking hate them.” His cusses had a bite to them, the brown hairs of his eyebrows furrowing more and more.

Eddie quickly realised the situation, “Oh shit, alright- fuck, um, do you want some of my clothes to sleep in?”

Richie smiled genuinely, glad he had Eddie as his friend. “Yeah.”

Eddie nodded, turning and kneeling as he dug through his pyjama’s drawer, nervously shoving away the porno magazines that were messily tossed at the top of the pile. He as a teenage boy had his needs, but that wasn’t what he was embarrassed about showing or even Richie seeing- he was embarrassed incase Richie saw that his porn stash wasn’t full of lewd pictures of women, but of the opposite gender.

Richie looked around the familiar bedroom, seeing posters of movies that Eddie was fond of and even photographs of him in his childhood and with his friends, being Bill, Stan and himself with Eddie dangling on the end next to Richie.

Richie’s eyes then snapped to the cheap TV, smirking to himself. “Little Shop of Horrors? Really? This is what you come home to and watch for fun?”

Eddie frowned, without looking at Richie. “Little Shop of Horrors is in fact, one of the best movies of all time.” 

“No, Eds, it’s one of your best movies that you like. Hell, it’s a damn musical.” Richie snickered.

“Actually, Richie, it’s labelled as a Science Fiction and Romance movie, which to me is quite entertaining.”

“But it’s funny because you’re watching a movie with ‘Horror’ in the title.”

“Now why is that funny?” Eddie spoke stubbornly, standing up and turning to look at his friend with a shirt and sweatpants in his arms.

“Because you cried in fear watching Jaws, Eds.” 

Heat rose to Eddie’s cheeks, scoffing as he didn’t push the subject any more and dropped the clothes onto his bed.

“I’ll just turn around whilst you change, you can’t leave this room just incase my Mom comes in and see’s you.”

“Your Mom has already seen all of me, Eds.”

“That’s so not funny.” Eddie grumbled angrily, his nose lightly scrunching up at Richie’s words.

Richie rolled his eyes smugly, smirking towards his friend. “Whatever Eds, I’m sure you’ll be tempted to turn around.”

The heat flared even more on Eddie’s cheeks, his eyebrows furrowing and turning around. “Whatever, shut up and change.”

Richie stared at the small boys frame, his eyes wandering for a second as he began to strip and too turning away to look out the window. Awkward silence filled the air, the two boys hearts pounding profusely for each other, without the other knowing it yet.

Richie holds up the shirt once the sweat pants are slid on in front of his bare chest, tilting his head. 

“Now, what the fuck am I supposed to do with this?”

Eddie turns around, again- his heart pounding in his throat and his blush spreading to his chest. “Put it on, asshole!”

“I don’t like sleeping in shirts dude, you know this.” Richie partly whined this comment, stomping his bare foot lightly against the creaking wood beneath him.

Eddie hesitated his words, “Fine, but don’t be fucking creepy about it.”

Richie hummed in satisfaction, plotting his rear on the bed that belonged to his best friend, bouncing on it for a second. “Your bed is comfy.”

“Oh, thanks?” Eddie tilted his head in confusion before sighing and going to his VHS system, “Since you’re a huge hater on Little Shop of Horror’s, what do you want to watch?”

Richie stood up, walking behind the smaller boy with one hand on the upper side of his body and looking over his shoulder at the selection of VHS tapes to choose from, causing Eddie to stiffen up at first, only centre-meters were between Richie’s bare chest and Eddie’s back. “What do you have for me to choose from?”

“U-Uh, I got Star Wars, Dirty Dancing- um, Back to the Future, Batman-”

“Hold up, did you say Dirty Dancing?”

“Yes, I did. It is a beautiful romance musical about dirty dancing, what more could you want?” Eddie spoke with annoyed sarcasm, frowning, “Just because it’s in my collection, doesn’t mean I watch it dumbass.”

Richie grinned at Eddie’s temper flaring slightly, “Calm down, Eds. Its fine if you want to watch dirty dancing at 1AM, we all understand.” Richie teased, “How about we watch Batman?”

Eddie ignored Richie’s teases once again, before nodding and grapping the VHS tape that was labelled ‘Batman’, taking out Little Shop of Horrors and sliding in the new tape.

The rain poured down heavier and violently pitter pattered against the window, the cold air chilling the two boys equally.

“Nice weather we’re having, don’t you agree?”

“Fucking lovely.” Eddie retorted, chuckling a bit and responding with equal sarcasm.

The two eventually laid down side by side on the bed side by side with the lights off and Batman playing in front of them in low quality. Their arms grazed each other every now and then, as well as their legs too.

“I’m sorry about what happened with your parents.” Eddie whispered over the film’s sound.

Richie took his eyes away from the screen, looking down at his friend. “Don’t be, they’re assholes.”

“They are, but you don’t deserve that shit.”

“Yeah, neither do you though. Your Mom’s a bitch too.” Richie sighed this out, inching closer to Eddie.

“I know but, both of your parents… you know-”

“Hate me, yeah I get it.” Richie mumbled, “I’m not surprised, I’m a shit son. I’d hate me too.”

Eddie sits up lightly, frowning at Richie’s harsh words that were stabs at himself. “Not everyone hates you Richie.”

“I’m annoying, I put up this stupid act and I make unnecessary dick jokes all the time.”

“I don’t hate you…” Eddie trailed off, blushing a bit but hoping it was hidden by the dark room. 

“It’s actually weird to hear someone say that to me, considering I get it all the time.” Richie chuckled dryly, sighing and tilting his head back. “Thankyou, Eds.”

Eddie didn’t even care in this moment that he was called ‘Eds’, but instead rested his head against Richie’s bare chest. Richie was at first startled with wide eyes, his cheeks becoming red instantly. But soon settled, his heart beating heavily and resting one arm around Eddie. His only hope was that Eddie couldn’t hear his heart.

Batman continued to play lowly in the background, but the boys only solely focused on each other and nothing else. Both becoming sleepy as the night carried on and it became later and later, both laying with each other like never before.

Eventually, Richie used his free arm to take his glasses away from his eyes and places them on the side table of Eddie’s bed quietly, yawning whilst Eddie snuggled a little closer sleepily, with lidded eyes.

“You know, Eds? I’m really fucking glad I have you in my life.” Richie whispers to a half asleep Eddie.

Eddie just about lets out a dazed smile with closed eyes, “I love you too, Richie.”

Richie’s cheeks steam up, his eyes widening a bit and he slowly shifts his eyes to the boys well kept head of hair, rubbing his fingers into his shoulder and pulling him closer as Eddie, unknown of confessing his feelings, drifts into a sleep.

Richie then, noticing that his best friend has fallen asleep- leans down carefully, without wakening him, and then presses his chapped lips that had a small taste of cigarettes and candyfloss against Eddie’s temple.

“I love you more, Eds.”

Bitten (Baekhyun x Reader)

Originally posted by flesss


Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12 - Part 13 - Part 14 - Part 15 - Part 16

Description: You and Baekhyun encounter something in the forest and it leaves you confused if Baekhyun is really telling the truth.

Genre: Smut // Fluff // Slight Angst

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader

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That might’ve been the fifth time a groan escaped out of Byun Baekhyun’s body interrupting you as you read. You try not to get annoyed with your friend as you fold the corner of the book to keep your place. If he was going to put a pause on your reading with all his groaning it was better to find out what the problem was sooner than later.

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What Goes Around (M)

Plot: After discovering that your boyfriend cheated, you find yourself in a nearby bar drinking your sorrows away. You are mad at the world until a handsome stranger decides to sit next to you.

Genre: Angst/Smut

Characters: Chanyeol x Reader

Word Count: 2,253

Originally posted by fy-sexo-exo

The bar is packed tonight and all you can see are two shot glasses sitting in front of you, or is it only one? Whatever the case may be, you lost count about a six shots ago.

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Detention (M)

This is a sequel to Professor Song where you can read here.

Characters: Song Mino (Song Minho, WINNER), You (Reader/OC)

Length: 4,126 words

Rating/Genre: Smut, School!AU, Professor!AU

Warning/s:  Daddy Kink, Lots of spanking, Hair pulling, overstimulation, just idk how to explain, hardcore sex like, really hardcore ;)

Plot: What would Professor Song do when his pretty little Princess disobeys and teases him during class?

A/N:  I have written this fic originally for my giftee in AFF and it was originally a Mark fic, but I figured this would suit Mino more, knowing that I have written a similar kind of fic for him not too long ago ;) So I am not plagiarizing anything that is my own work I guess hahaha!!!  And this was written about a month ago if I am not mistaken?

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Sexual Harrasment

Summary:  Tony Stark is your boss’ boss’ boss’ boss, but he’s taken an interest in you. After saying no he flexes his power.

Warnings: THIS IS A NON/CON-RAPE STORY. Please do not read if this offends you. Smut

Pairings: Tony Stark x reader

Words: 2800

A/N: For all the anon’s wanting more Mercy.  Here is just a straight up Non-Con Tony story.

Forever Tags: @kellyn1604 @marauderice @mac5323 @idonthavehusbandsihavelovers @negan-is-god @roschelesworld @taintedgenre @thecynicalnerd @screeching-pterodactyl-fangirl 

Marvel Tags: @xbergiex @bellaballanda @theariel85

Tumblrs who I think might like this (ignore, but you commented on Mercy): @purplemuse89 @ashleywinchester69

“Good Y/N, you’re here finally.”  Tony smiled when you went into his office the third time that day. “I need a feminine opinion.”

Originally posted by irenelair

You stopped at least five feet away from the man as he held his arm out.

“Mr. Stark…”

“Tony.” He walked over to you and slid his hand around your waist. “How many times do I have to tell you.  It’s Tony.”

“Tony.”  You crossed your arms. “I really can’t neglect the accounts like this. I’m a junior accountant.  For these special projects hire someone to make this their full time job.”

“Paying for this sort of thing isn’t my style.”  His eyes were glued to you, but you refused to look his way as he pulled your side. “Just kidding.”

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psycho 04 / taehyung

Originally posted by kittylalisa

warning and a note: this story has some sexual harassment/slight violence (knife&rope) in it so if you are uncomfortable with reading this kind of story please stop right here, i understand this might be hurtful to some people but this is just my crazy imagination and I’m sorry if you have ever experienced anything like this and I also wish this doesn’t happen to anyone ever, i know that taehyung isn’t like this in real life this is just a story

note: not putting a summary because I might spoil stuff idk


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anonymous asked:

a blurb where you and niall are making out, louis comes walking into niall's place cause he also has a key and you guys don't notice for a while until he says something?! lol. please ????

Babysitter’s Club - Part 2 

Part 1

The past weeks after your late night confession with Niall had been a strange rollercoaster of emotions.  There was a huge weight that had been lifted knowing you both felt the same way about each other.  There were no more secret glances or trying to restrain yourself every time you wanted to touch him.  When the sudden urge to run your fingers through the short dark hair behind his ears, you did it.  And nine times out of ten, you were rewarded with a soft purr and the scratchy stubble on his jaw nuzzled into your arm.  The downside to this newfound affection was the raw nerves of pushing past just being friends..  There were sweet kisses and cuddles and some wandering hands, but nothing overly physical.  You knew you were turning him on - you could feel the effects of your touches pressing on your hip or back when things started to get heated.  And you were beyond turned on - just the drag of his fingertips down your arm when he reached out to hold your hand set alight a fire in your belly.  But each time you were certain things were about to tip over the edge to the next step, Niall pulled back.  You’d questioned him one night after a particularly intense kissing session on his black couch.  When he had abruptly sat up and tossed his jumper onto the houndstooth ottoman, you’d pulled him back down and pressed your face into the warm skin on his neck.  

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BTS reaction to you trying to lift something heavy while pregnant

A/N: Can I have a reaction to you trying to lift something heavy while you’re pregnant?

Jin / Kim Seokjin

To prepare yourself for the coming baby and the pregnancy you bought a lot of books to hopefully help you with any troubles. So on a lazy weekday you spread all of them out on the carpet in the living room, sitting down and start to page through all of them. As Seokjin comes home from work he sees you still sitting on the ground of the living room, surrounded by books, but you are currently deeply focused and don’t even notice he arrived. He chuckles and kneels down next to you, glimpsing at the text you are reading. “Should I cook for you more often, or why are you reading this pregnancy food guide?” he asks and laughs at your surprised expression as you notice him next to you. “I just want to be prepared you know…” you say shyly and put the book to the side. Jin smiles brighty at you and takes your hand to help you get up, softly whispering “Don’t worry Y/N.”. You look at the mess you made and apologetically smile at Jin “I’ll put these books back in the shelf and then I can help you in the kitchen with dinner.” You quickly pile all books to a huge stack, carefully lifting it from the ground to carry them to the shelf. “No no Y/N, please let me do this for you. This is way too heavy for you!” Jin says as he approaches you and before you could even respond he already grabbed them out of your hands, carrying them himself. You cross your arms and look at him reproachfully as you let out a sigh “I can carry that, I am not made of glass.”  “I am sorry, but please don’t carry heavy things, ok? You are my princess so please don’t, alright?” he pleads with a worried expression. Not able to deny his request you lean up to him, pecking his lips and mumbling a soft “Okay.”

Suga / Min Yoongi

Since your husband is working hard in his studio you decided to surprise him by  rearranging the apartment a little bit, as you are pretty sure he wouldn’t mind. Earlier that day you printed some cheesy couple pictures you took together and back home you carefully put them into frames. Highly motivated you step on a chair and grace the walls of the living room by hanging up the pictures. After making sure the pictures are not hanging at even the slightest slant you step down and look at your work with great satisfaction. You hear Yoongi walking out of his working room, so you quickly lift the chair to carry it back to the dinner table and meet your husband as he steps into the living room. “Y/N, what are you doing with the chair? I’m sure it’s quite heavy, let me carry it.” he mutters while already taking the chair away from you. “It’s actually not that heavy, but thank you.” you smile widely, loving how protective he became ever since you became pregnant and follow him as he carries the chair back to the dinner table “So what did you do with that?” You take his hand, leading him to the new pictures on the wall. “Oh, Y/N, that’s so cheesy!” he calls out as he sees what you did, unable to hide his cute smile.

J Hope / Jung Hoseok

Ever since your womb got bigger Hoseok became somewhat protective and helped you with everything as much as humanly possible. Currently you see him getting hyped as he cleans the kitchen, furiously scrubbing the cooktop. “Are you sure you don’t want me to help?” you ask with a giggle and cross your arms. “No, babe, just lean back and watch a movie or something.” he says, sounding completely serious. You sigh and leave him behind in the kitchen, deciding to pick up the wash. You place the clothes basket in front of the washing machine and quickly fill it up to the rim with freshly washed clothes, already feeling your back aching just from that. Then you bend down further to lift the basket and carry it into the bedroom, but you are instantly interrupted by Hoseok’s voice “Y/N, what are you doing? Don’t lift that.” Startled you raise your upper body and turn around, seeing him standing in the door “I’ll do that later, don’t worry about it.” You press your lips together and reply “Babe, I’ll get bored if you do everything for me.” He opens his mouth to say something, but falls silent for a moment. “You’re right, sorry. How about you do the kitchen and I lift the heavy stuff, are you okay with that?”

Rap Monster / Kim Namjoon

With happiness and excitement the both of you are in the middle of preparing the child’s room. A few days ago you painted the walls and now it’s time to set up the furniture. The baby crib is done, so Namjoon immediately opens the next box to get the parts for the diaper-changing table. However instead of joining him you decide you want to place the crib into the corner, so you carefully lift it up with the intention of carrying it. Your husband is too focused on building up the changing table, so he doesn’t notice right away. It is your breathing that catches his attention, as you grow exhausted quickly because of your heavy womb. “No, Y/N, don’t.” Namjoon calls as he sees what you are doing, jumping up from his sitting position on the floor “Just tell me where you want it and leave it to me.” You stop your movements to look at him, forming your lips into a pout “But I can handle this.” Your worried husband sighs and walks up to you “Come on, you might hurt your back if you do this. I just don’t want you to get hurt, okay?”

Jimin / Park Jimin

Since you are pregnant you have some more free time during the last weeks before the baby should arrive and you use it to prepare everything in the apartment you live in with your husband. You check every piece of furniture for spiky ends and rearrange some of them, so they won’t be a threat when the child crawls through the apartment. As you hear the door opening you hurry to greet your husband who just returned from work. “Hey sweety, how was your day?” you softly mumble as you throw your arms around him and peck his soft lips. “Great, now that I am home with you.” he responds smiling “How was your day at home?”  “I tried to get this apartment as baby friendly as possible.” you say as you spot the pricky shrub next to Jimin on the floor. Shocked that you didn’t think about the plant you hurriedly let loose of your husband and bend down to carefully grab the pot. “How could I forget this?” you mumble to yourself as you lift the shrub. As your husband notices what you’re up to he quickly interrupts you and takes the heavy plant out of your grip. “What are you doing Y/N? You shouldn’t lift heavy things, please take care.” Jimin says as he carries the shrub on his own, leaving you empty-handed. Confused you look at him, not quite understanding why he took it from you. “Why? I am able to carry this, it’s not that heavy.” you state looking at your husband questioningly. Jimin smiles brightly at you and responds “You already carry my baby, that’s enough.”

V / Kim Taehyung

You can’t wait to have your baby and lately you feel incredibly restless, perhaps because the expected day of delivery is drawing nearer and nearer, so you ask Taehyung to prepare the child’s room together. “But we already prepared everything.” he chuckles in response to your request. You cross your arms, saying “No, we can still do something. You know the box with toys? We can put them away into the shelves.” Taehyung sighs with a grin and finally agrees to help you out, causing you to go ahead and grab the heavy box to move it to the child’s room. “Hey, what are you doing?” your husband calls as he sees you holding the box, quickly taking it away from you “Y/N, you shouldn’t lift heavy things like that, you’re pregnant!” Confused by his drastic reaction you raise your brows and ask “But why?” Taehyung opens his mouth to say something, but holds in for a second “Well, because… you know… because it’s dangerous.” You giggle and pat his shoulder “So you have no idea why it’s dangerous?” Your husband rolls his eyes, but starts grinning eventually. “I just want you and the baby to be safe, let me carry this for you.”

Jungkook / Jeon Jungkook

Out of a sudden you felt the incredible need to eat your favorite snack, so you kind of rushed into the supermarket and ended up buying tons of food. You arrive back home where you husband awaits you with two filled up bags in your hands “Babe, I’m finally back, I somehow bought more than expected.” Jungkook gets up to greet you and starts rushing as he sees the heavy looking bags you’re holding “Oh, Y/N, let me help you with these!” You appreciatively hand one over, but your worrying husband takes both of them “Let me handle heavy stuff, okay? You need to rest as much as possible.” Thinking it’s cute you let him carry the bags to the kitchen where he starts unpacking them. “Thank you for helping me out, but I really need those snacks in there.” Jungkook stops his movements, fishing out your favorite one to hand it to you “You mean these?” With a bright smile you nod your head and take it, immediately ripping of the wrapping. “Y/N, just go and enjoy your snack. I’ll join you as soon as I’m done here.”

anonymous asked:

Hi. I'm so worried I'm asking too much of you but after I saw your wish prompts, I couldn't resist. I enjoy mutual pining and I wish you'd write a fic about that. Please? And thankyou.

Hi there. Since you didn’t specify a ship, I went with my default otp setting, which is Shieldshock. Hope that’s okay and hope you enjoy this ficlet. :)

It had become a habit of sorts, Steve seeking her after missions. Darcy didn’t know when it started, but she liked it, liked being the first person on Steve’s mind when he returned home from the field.

He didn’t ask for much, just sat there listening to her tell him about her day, or fell asleep on the couch if he was too tired to talk. He had nightmares often but they never spoke about them. Darcy let him set the pace, never pushing him into sharing more than he wanted to, never once forcing physical comfort on him. She was happy with just being someone who was a regular part of his life. She didn’t need more.

Then, one day he hugged her and she realized how wrong she was.

It wasn’t the first time he had touched her, but it was definitely the first time he had felt the need to bury his face in the crook of her neck and forget about real life. He held onto her for long minutes, breathing steadily into her hair while she murmured assurances in his ear.

“It’s okay… everything’s okay… you’re fine… you saved the day again…” Her words seemed to calm him and, after a while, his arms around her loosened and he pulled back with a shy smile.

“What’s for dinner?”

He caught her by surprise. He never stayed for dinner.

“Um,” Darcy said, thinking fast. “Spaghetti.”


She had always thought, when she fell in love with someone, it’d be a complicated relationship full of compromises. No guy would be able to appreciate or tolerate the work she did in Avengers Tower, constantly surrounded by genius scientists, self-sacrificing superheroes and the very real danger of occasional attacks.

But when she fell in love with Steve, it was nothing but simple. She didn’t have to lie to him about her work life, wasn’t worried he’d hide things from her (because she almost always knew what he was up to) and she definitely didn’t feel like they had a complicated relationship. He had started coming over nearly every day now. They hung out, watched movies, ate dinner and, sometimes, he spent the night.

The first time he asked if he could stay with her, he had returned from a mission with a bullet hole in his gut. He stumbled through her door and right into her waiting arms.

“Darcy.” The desperation with which he whispered her name sent her heart racing. “Let me stay here tonight.”

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A New Family

ayyyyy I’m alive!! this was requested FOREVER ago by my bae @genericusernameblahblahblah (I hope you like it <3)

Pairing: washette + smol!hamilsquad

Premise: George and Lafayette meet the boy they’re adopting… and his friends.

Warnings: none :D

Word Count: 1331

a/n: I am very aware that this is not how adoption works… just… for the sake of the fluff…. <3

Laf’s leg jiggled up and down, his fingers drumming a frantic rhythm on his knee. George put a calming hand on his leg to cease the bouncing.

“Gil… you have to calm down,” George said soothingly.

“But, George! What if he hates us?” Laf asked frantically.

“How could he hate you?” he replied kindly, and a little smile pulled at the corner of his husband’s mouth. Before he could respond, however, the door opened, and the adoption agency worker (who introduced herself as Eliza) and a ten-year-old ball of energy walked in.

Laf stood up to greet them and was immediately attacked by the little pony-tailed boy, who ran straight into his legs, almost knocking him over.

“Hello!” Laf cried, a huge grin overtaking his face. “You must be Alex!”

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Kiss It Better - Tig Imagine

Concept: Reader does something for the club and messes up, the club is angry at her but Tig defends her and they end up having sex 

Taglist: @yourcroweater (send me a message or ask if you wanna be added to the taglist for any of the Sons)

Originally posted by samcroimagine

You headed into the clubhouse, pissed off and scared. You were angry at how the meeting unfolded and you were scared of the Sons reaction. You were a crow eater, hanging around the Sons of Anarchy to get a little bit of action and notoriety. You were young and hot and you knew it and you used it to your advantage to get any conquest you wanted. You were almost ecstatic when the club’s president Clay asked you to do a job for them. You felt worthy and valued by the club. The club were having problems with their Chinese partners and needed information from them. You didn’t know anymore than that. Your job was to go to the strip club the Chinese owned and offer your services as a dancer and try to seduce the owner named Kevin. It worked at the beginning, you got to the pole and you got to Kevin’s lap but Kevin wasn’t an idiot. He figured you out quickly and threw you out of his club. You knew you weren’t subtle but subtly wasn’t one of your strong points. You pulled your oversized denim jacket over your nearly naked body. Your clothes were still inside the strip club so you were walking around in your skimpy lingerie and huge heels. You walked through the door, the floor completely empty of people except for Gemma who was sweeping the floor. She took one look at you and a judgemental look swept across her stern features.

“Hey honey.” She said. “Need some clothes?”

You chewed on your lip in embarrassment and nodded. She walked away from you so you took a seat at the bar and played with your fingernails until she came back. Gemma returned with a pile of clothes in her grasp.

“Put these on. I’ll make you a cup of coffee, you look like you need some warming up.” Gemma nodded. “And then you and me are going to talk. You look like you need it.”

You smiled at Gemma. You were always a little envious of her and her life. It was something that you wanted, to be the matriarch of something great, to be married to a biker. You headed to the bathroom and put on the black leggings and huge navy SAMCRO sweater that Gemma had given you. You wiped the smudged mascara from under your eyes and you tied your hair into a messy bun on the top of your head. You walked back outside to see Gemma sitting at the bar with two mugs of coffee. You sat down opposite her and took the warm mug into your hands.

“Can I ask why you’re at the clubhouse in your lingerie (Y/N)?” Gemma asked before taking a sip of coffee.

You sighed deeply. “Clay put me up for a task for the club. I messed it up pretty bad.”

Gemma narrowed her eyes. “I’m going to need you to elaborate on that darlin’.”

You launched into your tale about what Clay wanted you to do and how close you got to getting the information you needed. You worded a question wrong and your plan came undone. You didn’t mean for it to happen but you just weren’t careful with your words.

“Clay shouldn’t have asked you to do something like that you know.” Gemma explained. “Pretty stupid to ask you really. He should’ve asked Lyla, she knows shit and she’s a porn star, perfect candidate.”

You laughed softly to yourself before sighing deeply. “I’m never going to be allowed back here am I?”

Gemma shrugged and stroked your hand. “You’ll be alright.”

You knew that Gemma wasn’t answering your question to protect you. You knew very well that the club was going to tear you to pieces and hate you. It was just a matter of time before they came out of chapel.

The door to chapel opened and the men began to flood out. You recognised the faces of Clay, Jax, Bobby, Chibs, Opie, Juice and Tig. You had had sex with most of them and their faces and naked bodies flashed through your mind. Gemma rubbed your shoulder before walking out of the room. You wanted her to stay and defend you but it wasn’t her battle to fight.

“(Y/N)!” Clay exclaimed with a smile. “You’re here earlier than expected. Thought I wouldn’t see you until tomorrow.”

You laughed awkwardly, not saying anything. The club looked at you suspiciously. They knew you were nervous and they knew you had done something wrong.

“What did you do?” Jax asked with his arms folded against his chest.

You chewed on your lip and looked down at the floor. “He didn’t tell me anything. He figured me out.”

“And how did that happen?” Clay asked in a smooth tone. He was pissed off but he didn’t want to blow up just yet.

“I-I said the wrong thing, I said a little bit too much. This guy is really smart.” You swallowed hard. “He threw me out of the club and kept my clothes. I’m really really sorry.”

“You said a little bit too much huh?” Clay said, his tone getting angrier. His hand slammed down onto the table in front of you, demanding your eyes to lock onto his. “What did I tell you?” Clay yelled.

“Be discreet.” You whispered, your eyes filling with tears.

“That’s right. And what else?” He yelled once more.

“Don’t give anything away.” You conceded, wiping the tears from your eyes with the sleeve of the sweater. You felt incredibly humiliated and ashamed. So many pairs of eyes were on you, judging you with disgust and anger. You hated this feeling. You felt worthless and stupid. You felt hated.

“And what did you do?” Clay said, getting in your face.

“I gave myself away.” You whimpered, tears falling down your cheeks quicker than you could catch them.

Clay looked at you with utter disgust and turned his back on you. “You were our last hope, our only hope, and you completely ruin everything. I should’ve known better than to ask a filthy whore like you to do something like this for us.”

“Clay I really think you need to back off.” Tig spoke up, walking over to you and standing in front of you. “It’s not her fault, it’s ours. We were stupid to send a crow eater with no experience to do our dirty work.”

“She knew what she had to do! She ruined everything for us Tig, do you realise that?”

“She doesn’t deserve to be humiliated like this in front of everyone.” Tig said with finality before turning to you. “Come with me.”

Tig guided you by the hand to his room, shutting the door behind you. You sat down on the end of his bed and looked at the floor as the tears flowed from your eyes. Tig sat next to you awkwardly, his leather kutte squeaked as his put his arm around you. You leaned into him and cried hard. All of the emotions you were trying to suppress were collapsing in on you, making it hard to carry the weight of it all. Tig rubbed your arm as you cried.

“It’s okay doll, it’s okay.” He hushed. “Tell me what’s going on.”

You looked up at him and he looked down at you with his bright blue eyes, filled with compassion and wonder. Tig was the one person you hadn’t slept with in SAMCRO and it made you feel a bit more comfortable. You always had a crush on Tig but you felt he was extremely unattainable.

“I just feel so ashamed here. I’ve just a whore in the club’s eye. I hate it. I hoped maybe I had a chance to redeem myself by helping you guys but I just ruin everything. I don’t want to be known as a crow eater anymore.” You let your issues roll off your tongue like they were nothing. You felt comfortable telling Tig your problems. He listened intently and cared immensely about every word you said.

“I don’t see you as a whore (Y/N). I think you’re a lost little girl whose made some mistakes.” He said with a smile. “Don’t worry, Clay’s angry because the plan didn’t work. He’ll calm down.”

You sighed deeply and held your head in your hands. “Maybe it’d be best if I wasn’t allowed back here.”

Tig took your face in his grasp. “I want you here.”

You looked deeply into Tig’s eyes. You were so pleased that he was being so kind to you, that he cared about you. Tig always had respect for you, not like the other crow eaters. He had a crush on you but never did anything about it. He felt like if he did have sex with you, he’d somehow ruin his feelings for you, ruin the illusion of the beautiful girl in front of him.

“Are you going to kiss me Tig?” You whispered, reaching up and touching Tig’s jaw with your fingertips.

He leaned down and pressed his lips onto yours with delicacy and tenderness. His lips were soft and careful and you felt your head swimming.

You pulled away from the kiss and pushed yourself backward to be further up the bed before pulling Tig by the kutte to be on top of you. You wrapped your legs around his middle and secured him to your body. You grabbed his face and pressed his lips down roughly to yours, grinding against his hips. He pulled away promptly, steadying himself by placing his hands either side of your head.

“We shouldn’t do this.” Tig breathed heavily.

“Please Tiggy.” You sighed, pulling on his leather kutte. “I’ve wanted this for so long. Please?”

“Wait what?” Tig asked in confusion, looking into your eyes.

“You’re the only one that I really like Tig. I’ve only wanted you this whole time but you never went for me. I slept with the others to try and make you jealous or something.” You explained.

“I didn’t sleep with you because I respected you. I didn’t know that you actually liked me.” Tig shook his head. “I can’t believe this.”

“I know you won’t leave me in the morning.” You whispered, reaching up to kiss his cheek. “Please Tigger, I need you.”

Tig smirked down at you and ran a finger across your cheek. “You’re mine baby girl.”

Tig leaned down and kissed you passionately, his hand running down your abdomen and disappearing up your shirt. He stroked the side of your body as you deepened the kiss. You flipped yourself over so you were on top of him, your already pulsing heat rubbing against the denim of his jeans. You pulled the SAMCRO jumper over your head and exposed your black lacy bra. Tig’s hands roamed your sides as you unclasped your bra, letting your breasts fall free. Tig licked his lips at your form and knew exactly what he needed from you. He sat up and picked you up, moving up the bed until Tig’s head was at the headboard. He took off your leggings and tossed them across the room. You took your panties off and wiggled your way up Tig’s body until you were comfortably sitting on his face. Tig wrapped his arms around your lower half as his tongue plunged deeply into your dripping folds. You let out a breathy moan, steadying yourself by gripping onto the wooden headboard. You gyrated in time to Tig’s powerful strokes of his tongue. You chewed on your lip to try and keep quiet while his tongue formed delicate circles on your clit. His fingernails dug into the soft skin of your ass cheeks and he landed a firm slap on your left ass cheek as he plunged his tongue deeper and deeper, paying more attention to your sensitive core. You moaned louder with every movement.

“Tig, I’m going to come.” You groaned. “I need you to fuck me.”

Tig lapped up the remaining juices before helping you disembark from his face. His face was flushed pink and his lips were plump from being overworked.

Tig sat up and you took off his kutte and shirt in haste. He picked you up and sat you next to him so he could take his pants off quickly. You were shocked at the size of his cock but you were excited at the same time. You straddled his lap immediately, grinding your throbbing pussy against his hard cock. Tig moaned before guiding your lips back to his. You moved your hips faster, loving the feeling of his cock moving in and out of your folds.

“Sit on it.” Tig whispered. “C'mon don’t leave me waiting.”

You looked deeply into his blue eyes and chewed on your lip as you slid his dick easily into your entrance. You both moaned as he entered you and your hips picked up pace. Tig’s hand found your hips and guided your movements to a slow and sensual pace. You closed your eyes as threw your head back when Tig’s mouth latched onto the soft skin of your neck. He bit down and sucked hard as you continued to swivel your hips. Tig gripped your hips, leaving fingerprints on your skin, and guided you into a faster pace. You gripped his shoulders as his cock filled you deeper, your eyes screwed up in pleasure. You knew you were close but it was Tig’s fingers delicately rubbing your clit that made you teeter on the edge.

“I’m going to cum Tig.” You moaned. “Let me.”

“Cum for me.” He growled in your ear before nibbling on your earlobe.

You almost screamed when your body exploded in ecstasy. You trembled as your body fell on top of his. Tig laid you down on the bed and covered your naked bodies with the blanket. You snuggled into him and he stroked your hair, kissing your forehead.

“I’m not letting you go (Y/N).” Tig said. “You’re too special.”

“Keep me around Tiggy.” You sighed before dosing off to sleep.

Truth or Dare | Courtney Crimson & Zach Dempsey

You knocked three times then stepped back and awaited for Hannah to open the door. You had just had an argument with your boyfriend Zach, it was petty, nothing serious but you called Hannah anyway and she told you to come over as she had a free house tonight.

The sound of laughter and muffled music emerged from inside so you assumed Hannah had company over.

You inhaled a deeply then sighed “Great”

All you wanted to do was spend some one on one time with your best friend and not have share your business with anyone else.

Soon enough, the door knob turned and the door swung open, revealing a very tipsy Hannah Baker

“Y/N!!” She exclaimed as she flung her arms around your shoulders and placed a slobbery kiss on your cheek.

“Hannah, thaaanks” you say as you wipe her kiss away from your cheek.

She pulls you into the warmth of her house and kicks the door shut behind you “If I even hear the words ‘Zach Dempsey’ I am kicking you in your ovaries”

You chuckle “Fine, I won’t mention the kid”

You watch in amusement as Hannah staggers over to her parents liquor cabinet, crouches down and pulls out a bottle. You hover over her as she begins to pour some into a glass.

“Want some?” She asks

You thought about saying no, I mean it was never a good idea to get drunk when your upset “..Fuck it. Sure”

She holds the wine glass above her head and you take it from her.

“So you gonna introduce me to your drinking buddy upstairs or what?”

“Courtney, this is Y/N. Y/N this is Courtney” Hannah said introducing you to the girl sat casually on her bed.

“Hey” she said sweetly “Don’t I know you?”

You shrugged and leaned against Hannah’s dresser.

“Ignore her” Hannah says wavering her free hand around “She’s just mad at her boyfriend”

You pull your jacket off and lay it the chair in Hannah’s room. You know the one, the one dedicated to having a pile of clothes on it.

“Damn. You have a great figure” Courtney says, bringing a smile to your face.

“Thanks Court”

“Doesn’t she?” Hannah agrees “And she’s wasting all of that on the likes of Zach Dempsey”

You chuckle and sit in the bed with them. You already knew you had a great body, it was probably what drew Zach to you in the first place but the comments from the girls made you blush a little. You never usually got compliments from girls
Without warning Hannah lifts up the bottom of your glass, forcing you to drink more “Drink up cos your way behind”

“We we’re gonna playing truth or dare, we could use a third player” Courtney said smirking at you.

“I’m in but I’m not doing no illegal shit” you say before downing the last of the contents in your glass “Dare”

Courtney and Hannah look to each other then back to you.

You smile at them “What?”

“Strip” Hannah orders, her eyes widened and both eyebrows risen.

“No fucking way”

You we’re comfortable taking your clothes off in front of Hannah. She was your best friend and had seen in your underwear plenty times before. But not Courtney. You just met the girl.

“Pussyy” Hannah hisses

“Sorry Courtney but I just met you and-

“What do you think I’m gonna do?” She questions “I won’t tell anyone”

“Take it off baby” Hannah sings. You roll your eyes and begin to undress earning a few cat whistles and cheers from the girls. You pull dress down, revealing your blue lace bra and black underwear.

“Damn girl” Courtney says, scanning your body up and down

Blushing, you grab a pillow from Hannah’s bed and hug it over your body. “Ok. Ok. Next person”

“Truth” Hannah picks

“Hannah Baker” Courtney says, sitting up on her knees “..Are you a virgin?”

Hannah raises her glass “Yesss and proud”

“That’s my girl” you say as you clink your glasses together.

Hannah crawls over to you and lays her head on your lap. You could tell the alcohol was getting to her.

Courtney continues her inquiry “Waiting for the right person?”

“Well, I have someone in mind but-who knows” Hannah shrugs.

You begin to run your hands through her hair, smiling to yourself, knowing exactly who Hannah was talking about.

Courtney leans in “Who is it?”

“Two questions in one?” Hannah giggles “I don’t think so Court. But nice try”

“What about you Court? Are you a virgin?” You ask her

“Virginity is a man made concept I chose not to believe in” She plainly tells you

You nod “Well said”


You hold your hands up and shake your head “Not my question”

“Ok. Truth or dare?”

“Dare” you quickly say

Courtney smiles “I dare you- I dare you to kiss me”

Hannah laughs and you join her “Hunny I’m not drunk enough for that”

“It’s just a bit of fun” Courtney tells you as she inches a little closer to you.

“Zach would kill me if he found out”

“Pfft, fuck Zach” Hannah says as she holds her middle finger up I for the of your face.

“He might find it really hot”

You look around the room “Fine..”

A huge smile was plastered across both your faces. Courtney leans into you and licks over her bottom lip, promoting you to follow her actions and lean into her as well. She gently grabs the back of your neck and presses her lips against yours.

You smile at her lips and she does it again, this time sliding her tongue into your mouth. This was your first time kissing a girl. This was your first time kissing someone other than Zach.

Courtney was surprisingly dominating. She began to get a little rough as she pushed you on to your bed and began sucking your neck as her hands cupped your boobs.

“Girls” Hannah warns before crawling from underneath you.

You harshly push Courtney away and sit up, adjusting your bra back over your boobs as you tried to catch your breath.

“Holy shit Courtney” Hannah says “Your not as innocent as I thought you we’re”

“Sorry” she giggles “Got a little carried away I guess”

"Shh!” Hannah orders “..Did you hear that?”

You grab the pillow again “Hear wha-
Before you could even finish your sentence Courtney and Hannah ran over to the window and shone a huge tort he outside.

"Tyler Down”

You walk over and stand behind them. By the time you got there it was too late, and you only caught the glimpse of someone running away from the house.

“You said it was some creepy guy from down the street!” Courtney yells all in one breathe.

She begins to pack her belongings into her arm.

“Thats who I thought it was” Hannah tells her “I didn’t know my stalker was Tyler-fucking-Down!”

“You have a stalker?” You ask

“Whatever” Courtney mumbles under her breath as she quickly exits he room. Hannah chases after her and you begin to get dressed again.

— A few days later —

Monday afternoon had rolled around, you hadn’t thought about the sleepover incident much until you reached your locker and spotted Tyler walking into the dark room.

You rolled your eyes and shook the thoughts of that night out of your head.

“You seen Courtney?”

You shut the door of your locker and faced Hannah.

“No, why?”

Hannah fishes her phone from out of her pocket and shows you the picture of  you and Courtney kissing. You take the phone from Hannah and inspect it closely.

Hannah sighs “She’s really torn up about it”

“No one can even tell it’s us” you hand the phone back to Hannah and begin to make your way to the lunch room.

“And how comes you never told me you had a stalker?” You suddenly ask her

Hannah shrugs “I didn’t think you cared”

You enter the lunch room and search for someone in particular “Of course I care”

You spotted Zach sat at the lunch table with the other jocks and immediately walked over to them.

“Hey baby” You announce before placing a kiss on his plump lips. Zach grabs your waist and gently pulls you down on his lap.

You hear Hannah scoff “Guess you guys made up then? That didn’t take long”

Zach looks up at you “Do you have to tell everyone about every little argument we have?”

“She’s my best friend”

“Yeah well it’s none of her business”

“You guys seen this” Justin announces as he holds up he screen of his phone, showing you the picture Hannah had previously shown you.

You flick his phone away “Yeah two girls kissing. Get over it”

“Lemme see?” Zach asks. Justin hands him the phone

“Oh shit” Zach zooms into the picture “They look hot”

You give Zach a dull look. You knew it was you in that picture, but he didn’t. He hugs you tighter and buries his head in the crook of your neck.

“I-I mean hot in temperature, you know-that’s why one of them is half naked cos it’s hot…in the room”

“Nice save” Bryce says, taking the phone from him “These girls, they look pretty familiar”

“Porn stars in the making” Marcus says earning a few laughs from the boys.

You look up at Hannah “Besides we never actually broke up”

“Didn’t seem like that a few days ago” Hannah states before walking away from the table.

Zach’s jaw clenched “What the fuck did she mean by that?”


Sorry for the late update 😊✌🏽

“Dirty Laundry” - Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 2748

Warnings: angst feat. a pinch of fluff (but mostly angst)

Author’s Note: This month’s song (or technically last month… it’s for March) is Dirty Laundry by All Time Low. I’m so sorry this took a bit longer than planned, but I hope yall enjoy! The song is kinda about lying… (*coughs* Y/n? *coughs again*) so yeah, expect an argument about that :)

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The Story of our Love (Pt.2)

Member : Baekhyun

Genre : Fluff

College AU

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6 coming soon.

You remained frozen as you stared at his extended hand towards you, a sweet smile still plastered on his face.

“So? Wanna go with me?” he spoke cheerfully with a hopeful raise of his eyebrows.

Your words were there but where the hell was your voice? And why did he make you speechless again?

When you didn’t respond you saw the retrieval of his hand and he pursed his lips together before he pouted, “I guess you don’t” he mumbled to himself as he rubbed the back of his neck and his gaze fell down to your coffee stained books that you were holding in your arms.

“I…I have to go” you cleared your throat as you blinked rapidly and finally gave him an answer, and you quickly adjusted your bag that didn’t even need to be fixed, turned and left, leaving an embarrassed Baekhyun behind.

You rushed to your dorm room, your face flushed and visibly red. Why were you acting like this? Why couldn’t you just decline like a normal functioning human being instead of acting like a total weirdo, and most importantly, why did he render you speechless every time you ran into him?

You shook your head as you closed your eyes shut and slammed the door behind you, sighing deeply as you did so.

“What is wrong with me??!” you said as you lightly hit yourself on the head using your fist.

“Umm..are you okay?” you heard a voice asking and your eyes shot open in surprise.

She smiled, “Did I scare you? Sorry. I’m Jiyoung, your roommate. You must be Y/N” she said getting up from between the pile of clothes and personal items that were surrounding her and she was walking towards you with a friendly smile on her face.

“Oh..yeah. Nice to meet you” you tried to sound less startled and as friendly as she did as you shook her hand greeting her, and then an awkward silence filled the air between you two.

“What’s with your books?” she asked as she walked back and resumed what seemed to be her unpacking, but it wasn’t really a question, you could tell. It was an attempt of breaking the ice and venting the awkward air that accumulated around your first encounter.

“Oh these…? Long story” your reply was short. You didn’t want to think about that pink haired boy named Baekhyun who was messing up with your mind any longer today.

You spent the break between your classes getting to know your roommate, and helping her unpack and place her things in order. She seemed like a nice person, rather talkative,  andextremely friendly and pretty with her brown fringe falling delicately over her forehead and her perfectly done nails and smooth skin. She was also very open and gave off a comfortable vibe as you listened to the stories she told about her high school, her friends and all the crazy schemes they planned.

She was very likable.

“Uuh! There was also this guy in our school, his name was Baekhyun…”

You nearly chocked on the water you were drinking, and you couldn’t suppress the coughs that came out of your lungs due to your shock.

“He goes here by the way, he was our senior and he and I were really good friends. We’re still are” she continued.

“All of my friends had a huge crush on him because he was so nice, kind and funny. He was the only senior that didn’t treat us like hoobaes.” she was talking with her eyes glancing at the ceiling with a smile on her face, and judging by the way she sounded, you instantly thought that she must’ve had great times with him.

“So you’re friends huh..?” you wanted to sound casual but your voice held an unmistakable curiosity in it. You subconsciously wanted to know more about him.

“Yeah” she nodded. “He was in my brother’s class and they were friends so he used to hang out in our house a lot, then we naturally became friends” she added.

You gave her an understanding (Aaah) with a nod before you excused yourself for your next lecture.

The lecture you were attending was the subject you were most looking forward too, you would’ve known that if you were paying attention but your mind was only busy with one thing and one thing only.

Byun Baekhyun.

There was something about him. Something intriguing. His smile was unbelievably charming and his eyes were drenched with honey like sweetness, and his voice was just….

He was like a puzzle to you, one that you needed to overthink and analyze every nook and cranny of. You were very interested in the effect he had on you, and the spell that seemed to consume you whenever he was involved.


What am I doing? This isn’t me!

I’m not planning on making any friends, let alone…

What am I even...

Your mind was on wheels now and you mentally slapped yourself for drifting off of you “track” like this.

With a rough head shake to stop the nonsense in your mind, you gathered your things and left your already finished class.

When you were heading out, all you wanted to do was go to the library and finish the paper that was assigned to you yesterday and catch up on some studying, maybe prepare for your next classes in advance. But the universe seemed to have another plan for you, because you heard a voice behind you calling your name.

It was Jiyoung, she was waving at you, and signaling you to come join her and the group of people that were surrounding her.

“Y/N come here” she said, and you couldn’t miss the pairs of eyes that were suddenly giving you all of their attention.

You smiled, giving her a small nod or rather a little bow before you shook your head in refusal of her request.

Her legs moved and she was walking towards you with the most amiable smile you have ever seen on anyone. 

“Y/N do you wanna hang out with me and my friends this afternoon? We’re going out to eat” her hand held yours and she was tugging on it, not leaving much room for you to refuse. 

“Come come, I’ll introduce you to everyone” you winced. You couldn’t help it. The whole situation was awkward because he was there. 

Baekhyun was there and your eyes met awkwardly.

“This is Kim Jongdae, he’s in our department too” the man that stood in front of you was short but slightly taller than you are and he greeted you warmly with a defined smile that made the corners of his lips tick upwards in an odd way.

“This one over here is Sehun, don’t let his exterior throw you off he’s actually quite friendly” she whispered in you ear and you heard the tall broad shouldered man greet you with a lukewarm tone and a blank expression on his face. 

“And~ this guy over here is the one I’ve been telling you about earlier, Byun Baekhyun” you heard her say as she wrapped her arm around his shoulder and emphasized on the word this.

The air was growing thick between you two, or maybe you were the one who felt so. His eyes were on you for what seemed like forever and you couldn’t quite understand why he looked at you the way he did. 

Intense eyes and a straight pair of lips.

Was he still offended? Did he think you were a dysfunctional human being?

His expression suddenly changed, his eyes turned into half moons and his bright white teeth came to vision. 

To describe him as charismatic would be an understatement.

“We won’t have coffee I promise” he joked. An inside joke that made your face heat up without a warning and he winked.

The casual way he spoke to you surprised the ones around you.

“Do you guys know each other?” asked Jiyoung raising her index finger in the air and moving it back and forth between you and Baekhyun.

“We met before” he replied before you could say anything. Of course you couldn’t say a single word, how could you when he was there?

“That’s good then!” Jongdae chimed dramatically as he placed his palm on your shoulder. “Now you have more reasons to join us” he added.

Jiyoung was tugging at your arm, throwing just a bit of aegyo your way, making it extra difficult for you to refuse.

“We’re a fun group I promise” added Jongdae to which you nodded with a small smile.

You all walked exiting the campus, and you watched as they joked and laughed together so effortlessly and comfortably while you just walked behind them.

“I guess aegyo works on you huh?” spoke Baekhyun from behind your shoulder right next to your ear causing you to jump.

“Did I scare you?” he giggled and you felt the effects of his sweet smile on your skin as your cheeks exploded with warmth.

A laugh that came out as an exhale left his lips and it caused goosebumps to erupt all over your skin.

What was he doing to you?

“N..no” your voice sounded timid and not at all like your usual self.

His lips stretched into an amused grin as if he just knew how charming you thought he was.

“Are you gonna let me buy you a meal today?” the man was beyond pushy.

“Are you always so full of questions?” you directed the series of questions towards him, wanting to get your shit together and act like your true self. And you could tell by the way his lips perked and then screwed shut into a thin line that he was a little taken aback by the change in your demeanor. 

“Why won’t you let me apologize to you properly?” he whined.

“Again with the questions” you replied fighting the smile that threatened to appear on your lips. 

For a reason you couldn’t figure out, this was amusing.

He fought it too. You saw it.

“The fact that you said you were sorry is okay. It’s not like you did it on purpose”

He let out a small laugh followed by his hand ruffling his hair and he said “Yeah…”

The restaurant Sehun picked was small and nothing fancy at all, they served main dishes that were found in any restaurant but he insisted that this one had the best grilled meat in the world.

As you all sat together and food started filling the table, you started feeling more comfortable with your choice of company for the evening.

“Guys how about drinks?” asked Jongdae who was just a little bit too excited.

You saw Sehun scrunch his nose and shake his head at the proposal. 

“Yeah yeah we should it’s the weekend” replied Jiyoung with her shoulders moving up and down with what seemed to be a celebratory dance.

“Baekhyun are you in?” she continued pointing enthusiastically at him.

“No, but you guys go ahead. My treat” he replied with a small wink and you saw the way Jiyoung’s face changed with what he did, and was that a blush?

“Y/N Baekhyun is always so generous and he treats us to things all the time” she spoke in a way that was meant to compliment Baekhyun rather than let you know about his traits, to which you nodded and he smiled a little.

You watched Jongdae and Jiyoung celebrate their little treat before they called for the Ahjumma and ordered their bottles of Soju.

Time passed and Sehun joined the two in their nonstop drinking fest and you watched as the three of them became sluggish and sleepy and the slurred words coming from their mouths told you just how drunk they were becoming.

“You don’t drink?” you asked Baekhyun, trying to ease the awkwardness that you felt from the others getting too drunk and leaving you two alone.

He swallowed the big bite of food that he took earlier before he shook his head and his eyebrows frowned a little and he said “I don’t tolerate alcohol that well. You?” 

“It’s true! Baekhyun gets drunk after one shot” spoke Jongdae with his voice rising a pitch and his finger pointing lazily at Baekhyun as his eyes blinked slowly a few times.

His sudden loud voice interrupted you and you watched Baekhyun as he winced at the man in front of him and stuffed a piece of lettuce in his mouth silencing him.

“Can I ask you something?” you asked Baekhyun, your chopsticks picking up the meat several times before you finally placed it inside the lettuce wrap.

“Again with the questions” he teased and your eyes quickly shot to his face. He was teasing you.

You smiled, unable to fight it as it tugged at the corners of your lips..

“Why do you have pink hair?” you managed to ask.

His amused smile was gone and his eyes looked up as if he could see his hair on his head and he said “Aaaah that?” 

“It was a bet, and the loser had to either shave their head or dye their hair pink. So I figured having pink hair for a while wouldn’t be so bad” he spoke as he placed pieces of meat from the grill and onto your plate.

You watched the casual gesture with exclamation points rising over your head and you saw him gesture you with his chin to eat them.

“Eat a lot” his voice sounded low and so sweet it made your toes curl involuntary.

“Can I ask you something?” his eyes were fixated on the sizzling meat in front of him and his question was suddenly interrupted by a loud bang on the table. 

Both of your heads ticked towards the direction of the sound and you saw that Jiyoung had passed out on the table. 

Baekhyun sighed before he complained to himself “She doesn’t even drink well but still insists on drinking on weekends” 

He dropped his chopsticks on the table before he fished his wallet from his back pocket and went to pay the Ahjumma. 

You figured its time to leave so you packed up your things went to help Jiyoung up, placing her now heavy arm around your shoulder.

“No no what are you doing? Don’t! I’ll go order them a cab or something” Baekhyun spoke hurriedly as his thumbs quickly worked to unlock his phone and dial the number.

After a few moments passed of you and Baekhyun working to bring the three to their conscious, you were left with an aching shoulder and alone with Baekhyun.

You watched him watch the cab drive away before you said “you take good care of them”

He turned to you, his eyes falling to your books filled hands for a split second before they met yours.

“Ah yeah, we’ll they’re all younger than me so I guess it just comes naturally. Are you going back to the dorm or..?” he was walking as he spoke and your thought process at everything that he is made your legs freeze for a moment before you realized he was walking away and you quickly followed him.

“Yeah the dorm. I live too far away to go home at this hour” 

He slowly and quietly walked next to you with his hands deep inside his jeans pockets and night breeze brushing past your skins.

He looked at your books again and his hands were suddenly out of his pockets and moving towards you.  

His fingers wrapped around the strap of your bag on your shoulder and he placed it on his own. Your eyes were wide open as you looked at him, and you watched his hands move to take your books and hold them.

“Wh..what are you doing?” you didn’t know how to react, but you totally understood why Jiyoung spoke the way she did about him.

Baekhyun was really kind.

“How can I walk with a girl and let her carry her things?” his tone was so warm and he sounded like you two were friends since the beginning of time. Your eyebrows screwed together in both question and surprise.

You were both quite, not a single word being said as you walked down the pavement. His steps suddenly stopped and he turned to look at you, his eyes looking far into your eyes and there was a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips that held the tiniest birthmark and he said “Can I ask you something?” 

You swallowed and nodded, your insides flipping for a reason you didn’t figure out.

He remained silent, his lips slowly stretching into a beautiful smile as his eyes roamed your face and puzzled expression.

“But,..don’t you remember me?”  his question came out as a giggle and you just stood there staring at him yet again.

Love at First Video Part 20: Leaving for the Convention

Misha Collins x Reader

1600 Words

Story Summary: You were a babysitter, but you wanted to be more. Deciding to create a cooking video, you were shocked when it garnered the attention of a well known actor. Soon the attention becomes something neither of you can ignore.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

You glanced around your room, frantically checking to make sure you had everything you needed packed. And then some. You might have gone a little overboard, but you wanted to make sure everything went perfect this weekend.

You still couldn’t believe the fact that you were going to a Supernatural convention. You hadn’t mentioned it to Misha, but you had always wanted to attend one. And now, here you were, attending one, as a guest. As Misha’s girlfriend. Just the thought of it sent shivers running through your body. Glancing down at your hands, you saw them trembling with excitement.

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snowballs: j.m.

word count: 1.3k

summary: based off of the au ‘i was having a snowball fight outside and you were casually walking by and oh my god im so sorry i accidentally nailed you in the face’ from @pynchs


The holiday season had rolled around once again, which meant it was time for your annual trip back home to Stillwater, Minnesota. If there was one thing you hated about living in Los Angeles, it was the lack of snow- or the fact that the temperature never went below 70°. When you were small you were out in the snow every chance you got, so Los Angeles was a bit of a culture shock since it was basically a desert compared to home.

Despite the weather being a record breaking low, it was decided that a snowball fight against your siblings was to be put in order. Your 3 siblings were all over the age of 15, so that meant that there was no going easy. If there was anything you loved more than snow, it was winning.

The festive street your parents lived on in Stillwater, Minnesota looked as though it was an unfinished painting, Mother Nature the artist. So much of the canvas was perfectly white, as if waiting for the artists’ hand to return. Breath pale against the numbing air, you blinked thoughtfully as the cold air kissed your face and a gentle sprinkling of snowflakes floated through the dry air.

You held a frozen handful of the velvety ice in your glove-adorned hand and waited behind a large oak tree for the perfect opportunity. The rustling of the late vibrant leaves falling onto the ground distracted you as a snowball nailed you in the arm, both startling you and causing you to drop your ammunition in the process.

You yelped in surprise and inspected all around you and didn’t spot a single soul in sight, yet could hear faint snickering coming from no direction in particular. You gathered another pile of snow into your small hands and just as you had gotten back up, you spotted your brother- or who you thought was your brother, walking casually along the sidewalk a few houses down. Your chapped lips curved into a smirk as you geared your arm back and launched it towards the figure- who had turned around enough for you to realize that it was most definitely not your brother, and you gasped in shock as the ball of ice smacked him straight in the nose.

“Oh my god, o-oh my god!” you stuttered anxiously as you left your spot and ran over to the tall boy who was holding his nose. “I’m so sorry! Oh my gosh- oh god-” The boy tried to wave you off as if to tell you not to worry about it but continued to hold his nose and instead sort of jerked his head back and forth that looked very awkward and a little painful from the way his head was tilted down.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, oh my god-” You stammered, your eyes widening as you noticed his nose was gushing smooth crimson liquid, a contrast to his pale skin. “You’re bleeding!” You screeched as you grabbed the handkerchief you kept in the pocket of your jacket and shoved it into his hands that were covered in the warm liquid. He pressed the cloth to his nose and tilted his head back in hopes of stopping the blood.

You took this time to observe the injured boy in front of you. He was the most beautiful person you’d ever seen, and you weren’t sure how he could be so adorable yet completely captivating. He was at least a head taller than you, and you had to crane your neck up to study his chiseled features. It was just your luck, you had managed to simultaneously find the most beautiful guy you’d ever seen and nail him in the face with a snowball and probably even broke his nose or something. He was definitely going to sue you- could he sue you? Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god…

As you stood there, tapping your foot and pacing around anxiously in fear that the cute boy would be mad, you looked up to see him wiping the remainder of the blood of of his nose, the only remainder of the incident being a pink tint around his nose and mouth.

“There, all better.” He assured in an attempt to make you feel better as you sighed nervously.

“Listen…” you trailed off, realizing you didnt know this beautiful boy’s name.

“Listen, Jonah. I am so, so, so sorry and I’ll do anything to make it up to you- whatever you want, I can’t believe I did that- it’s just- I thought you were my brother and we were having a snowball fight and then I saw you walking by and you kinda look like him and so I threw the snowball then you turned around and you weren’t my brother and it hit you in your face, which is really cute, just by the way, and then you started bleeding and I probably broke your nose and you’re probably gonna sue me or something- oh my gosh, please don’t sue me I’m so sorry-“ Jonah cut off your nervous rambling by placing his large hands on your shoulders, his eyes widened in amusement as a small chuckle left his plump lips.

“Calm down-“ he halted, asking for your name, which you mumbled to him as you kept your remorseful eyes trained on the snow covered sidewalk beneath you. “-Y/N. It’s fine, I’m not gonna sue you, I promise.” He reassured you with a giggle, a small smile trained on his lips as he glanced down at you, whose eyebrows were still furrowed with worry.

“Hey,” He murmured, picking your chin up with his pointer finger as your eyes met his grey ones. “It’s okay, really. I’m totally fine, you didn’t break my nose, and I think it’s kinda bad-ass that you have such good aim.” He murmured, his lips turning up into a smile at the sound of your giggle.

“I’m pretty sure that was just luck.” You replied with a laugh as you noticed a small spot of blood left on his face. You grabbed the drenched handkerchief from his huge hand and got on the tips of your toes to wipe the blood off. Your eyes met his and you felt his minty breath on yours as you whispered, “Missed a spot.” And pulled the soiled cloth away from his soft skin, leaving the two of you centimeters apart, staring into each other’s eyes.

Jonah‘s mysterious eyes flickered down at your lips before looking back up at you, as if asking for permission. You nodded softly before getting back onto the tips of your boots as he held your frigid cheeks gently in his hands before pressing his cool lips to yours. The weather outside had no chance of winning as the warmth of Jonah transferred into your body, leaving your heart blushing and your skin set on fire, shivers sent through all of your nerves. The sheer intensity of the kiss made your toes curl and your small hands curve around his wrists as he pulled away, craning his neck down to rest his head on your forehead.

“I think I know what you can do to make it up to me.” He murmured, moving his hands away from your heated face and tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as the retired into the pockets of his jean jacket. Your hands went around his neck and tugged softly at the hair on the back of his neck. You raised your eyebrows and urged him to notify you.

He leaned into your side with a smirk, his breath hitting the shell of your ear seductively, making a chill run down your spine and the hairs on the back of your neck stand before whispering, “Come to my house so we can drink hot chocolate and play with my dog.” Laughter bubbled from your lips, making a lopsided smile tug on his lips as you squeezed your eyes shut before nodding your head.

“Okay, Jonah.”


anonymous asked:

Aknxja I saw your xmas thing and I want you to know, the first thing that came to mind was one of those "we went on vacation in the mountains for Christmas, but everything goes wrong and now it's Wilderness Survival Time in the middle of winter on a mountainside" movies. because what says Christmas and family bonding like fighting a bear and other Fun and Wacky Near Death Experiences 😂 ~sleepyhunk

Not quite what you were asking for, but I liked the idea so I ran with it.

“There,” Shiro declared, pulling off his gloves and hat.  He spent several minutes stomping in place, getting the last of the snow off his boots.  "That should hold us for a little while.“

Hunk looked up from he’d been fiddling with their radio.  It worked, but just barely, so he’d taken it apart to reattach the wires.  It was taking way more tape than he’d normally be comfortable with, because it wasn’t like they had proper equipment, but at least it wouldn’t completely break if someone set it down too hard.  "We have wood?”

Shaking snow free of his hair, Keith nodded.  "Yeah.  There was a ton under the tarps out back, and more supplies in that little basement.  Wouldn’t be enough to get someone through the whole winter, but we’ll be good for a week or so.  Longer with the food we have.  And if we need to hunt, if it comes to that.“

Lance perked from where was still parked in front of the iron stove.  "I told you bringing the bow and arrow was a good idea!  I told everyone!”

“You still have to be able to hit something, first,” Pidge offered.  She didn’t even look up from where she was carefully taking note of every can and bit of food in the kitchen.  Next to her was a write up of about how many calories each of them would need per day that Hunk had helped her with.

It was, perhaps, going a little far.  But, well, Hunk had needed something to do.

Because they were snowed it.  Badly.  For at least a few days, according to the ranger they’d managed to contact.  A week at worst, but Hunk wasn’t inclined to trust that.  They couldn’t be sure the snow would end when they thought, and that they could get all the equipment to clear the road up in time, and-

Shivering, Hunk pulled his blanket tighter around his shoulders.

This was not how he wanted to spend his vacation.  Honestly, he’d been with Lance.  Go to a hotel in some nice tourist area.  Preferably somewhere warm.  But they’d been overruled: Allura wanted adventure, Pidge wanted cold, Keith wanted natural, and Shiro had wanted anything-but-touristy.  Four against two had been a sound loss.

It was kind of killing Hunk not to say ‘I told you so’.

But he’d told them so.

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The Winter Soldiers - Part Three

Summery: In 1993 Hydra put you under Cyro freeze and after twenty four years sleeping, your past companion Bucky Barnes aka the Winter Soldier finds you and brings you out into the real world but the both of you struggle with your past as Hydra’s Winter Soldiers.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,807

Warnings: lil bit of violence

A/N: enjoy, if you wanna be tagged just let me know :))

Part One, Part Two

Originally posted by caps-bucky

*gif creds to owner*

After the mini interrogation Mr. Stark showed you up to a room where you would be staying. The floor you were on had two other rooms, one of which was still vacant and one that contained Bucky. Though you were deemed fairly safe Mr. Stark sent a ‘buddy’ to help you get settled in.

“I am an ex assassinator as well,” she smirked wildly when Tony introduced the two of you. “I’m Natasha but you can call me Nat.” Her flaming red hair and petite yet strong body intimidated you making you feel self-conscious when you realized you hadn’t seen a reflection of yourself since you woke up.

“Can I see a mirror?” You ask timidly.

“Bathroom,” Nat says pointing to a door.

You walk through your too huge room and into the door Nat pointed out. If you thought the bathroom was oversized it didn’t compare to the extra square feet unnecessarily added to the bathroom. Finding a mirror wasn’t hard since the bathroom was covered in them. You stepped in front of the biggest one and assessed. 

Your hair was pulled up in a ponytail but it was matted down tremendously. Your eyes were completely empty complimented by bags just underneath. Worst of all was your skin which was pale and blotchy. Clearly this twenty four year nap didn’t count for beauty sleep.

”Nothing a shower and some makeup couldn’t fix,” Natasha said from behind you. “Why don’t you freshen yourself up with a nice long shower and I’ll fix you up some food. You haven’t exactly eaten in a while.”

Agreeing with Nat, she made her way out of the bathroom leaving you alone. You decided a shower sounded nice so you stripped yourself down half expecting you to be skin and bones but your muscles were still intact. After taking an excruciating long and hot shower you stepped out and wandered into your room still wrapped in your towel. You didn’t want to put on your dirty clothes from twenty four years ago so you went on a journey for some new ones.

You hoped that Natasha was waiting in your room so you could ask to borrow some of her clothes but unfortunately she must’ve still been making your food. Your other option was to wander until someone came to aide, preferably another female. Walking out into the hall wearing just your towel you came face to face with Bucky.

“You’re not wearing any clothes you know that right?” He asked looking away clenching his jaw.

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Title: Dear Old Friend
Character: Danny Rand
A/n: The request called for (non-meachum) reader who knew young danny to run into him whenever he was returning to the city, so sorry if this one’s lengthy but I wanted the plot to make sense.

You were languidly making your way down the city sidewalk, expertly managing to avoid anyone who was too busy with their phone call to pay attention to where they were walking. After being cooped up at your writing desk for majority of your days, you always made it a point to take a walk around the city, taking in the view and getting some fresh air.

Majority of your days looked exactly the same if you were honest. You woke up every morning and made yourself some tea, then you’d spend a couple hours working on your next story, next was your walk, then you’d go home and work a little more before bed.

It wasn’t ideal if you were honest, but you always found yourself working, even your friends had given up on trying to get you to spend a night out.

But there was always so much work to get done.

You shoved your hands deep into your coat pockets, a steady stream of music playing through your headphones while you made your way to the park. The clouds were grey and hazy, making you think it was due to rain sometime today.

While you continued to look up into the sky, you accidentally ran into someone’s side. “Oh, my bad.” You said, glancing up at the stranger and offering him a smile of apology before continuing foward.


You whirled around, giving a pointed look to the stranger. “…Yes?”

The man’s eyes went wide as he stepped closer to you. “(Y/f/n)?”

You subconsciously started to back away from him. “Hello?”

“Don’t you remember me?” He asked, placing his hands on his chest.

You took in the sight of messy blonde curls and a beard that was desperately in need of a trim, his skin was a little dirty, but it served to bring out the intensity of his eye color.

“Uhm, no?” You said, moving slightly foward to try and give the face a name. “Should I?”

The tall man let out a sigh as his hands flew up to his hair. “It’s me, Danny Rand.”

You tilted your head and let out a wry laugh before turning to walk far away from him.

“No! Really!” He said, grabbing onto your arm, when you reacted negatively he instantly dropped his hand, holding them both up. “I’m sorry, but I’ve had a very long day trying to convince the only two other people in this city that I know to recognize me,” He said in a very exasperated tone. “I’m desperate here.”

Your brows furrowed together and you stepped right in front of the man, staring intently into his eyes. Then you moved your head to the side, getting a total view of his face before moving to the other side, then you returned to his eyes.

Something about that exact shade of blue made you believe him.

“Alright, alright,” You held up your hand and pulled out your wallet, plucking a photo from the slot. “Tell me when this picture was taken.”

Danny carefully took the photo from your hand and examined the image. It was a small picture, a younger version of you had your arms wrapped a young him while you stood behind him, you were both smiling into the camera.

A smile grew on Danny’s face. “Your mom took this, it was about a week before I left the country with my parents.” He answered, giving the photo back to you.

Your hand instantly went to cover your mouth while your eyes went wide. “It’s you!”

Danny let out a muffled laugh while he nodded. “It’s me!”

You quickly put your wallet away, you went to say something else but Danny had practically yanked you into a hug, his arms wrapped tightly around you, half worried you’d disappear if he didn’t hold on tight enough.

“It’s me…,” He whispered. “Thank you for seeing me.”

You pulled back, your hands moving to grasp at his shoulders. “You look so strange!”

Danny chuckled. “Yeah well, fifteen years in the Himalayas can do that to a person.”

You then remembered that the two of you were just standing in the middle of a public park, having a lovely moment. “Where are you staying?”

Danny’s face grew warm. “About that, I’m sort of, sleeping…out here.”

“What in the park?”

Danny nodded bashfully. “Like I said I’m having a little trouble convincing people I’m who I say I am.”

You frowned and grabbed onto his wrist without a moments hesitation. “That won’t do, you’ll stay with me until you get everything figured out.”

Danny would have argued with you, but the tone of your voice made him think it was an argument he wouldn’t win.


“How long have you been in the city?” You asked him as you opened the door to your apartment, flicking on the lights and tossing your bag off to the side. “I hope you haven’t been out on the streets too long, it’s been getting pretty cold at nighttime.”

The entire walk you had asked him nothing but questions, wanting to know every single detail.

“Only a few days, it was nothing.” Danny replied, his eyes looking around your cozy little flat.

“First thing’s first, the shower is right at the end of the hall, knock whenever you’re done and I’ll figure out something for you to wear in the meantime.”

“This is really too much-”

“Look, this part is for the both of us. I could probably scrape the dirt off you at this point, you’ve been sleeping outside in a huge city. You really need to wash up.” You gave him a small push in the general direction of the hall.

Danny smiled back at you but complied regardless.

He was in the shower for a long time, it felt like ages since he had a proper wash. Plus the warm water running down his skin helped relieve all the tension he had built up in his muscles over the past couple of days.

Once he was done, Danny turned off the water and knocked on the door like he was told.

The door opened up ever slightly and he saw your hand hold out a pile of folded clothes. “I stepped out for a moment to get you some things to wear, the only thing I had that would fit is the swearer so…”

Danny took it and smiled. “It’s more than enough, thank you.”

When he came out of the shower, he was dressed in new clothes and felt remarkably lighter than before.

“That’s better,” You said, standing in the middle of the living room with your arms folded. “Did you shave?”

Danny hand immediately went under his chin. “Yeah, I found a pack of razors under the sink. Do you mind?”

“No, it looks good.”

Danny smiled, subconsciously standing up straighter as well.

“I can answer all of your questions now if you want?” Danny offered. “It can wait till the morning, i’m sure you’re tired,” You said, rubbing your eyes. “So about that, I only have the one bed. But after all you’ve been through I’m more than willing to sleep on the couch.”

“No, I’m a guest, you can have the bed. I can even sleep on the floor.”

“Danny, you’ve been sleeping in the park for the past four days. I refuse to let you sleep on the ground.”

It took a couple minutes of arguing, but it ended in the both of you tucked into the covers on either side of the mattress.

You had pushed yourself so the maximum amount of distance was between the two of you without you toppling off the bed. The only thing giving you a little comfort was the sound of steady rainfall hitting against your bedroom window. It had started to rain earlier that evening, like you had predicted.


You repositioned yourself to face to him, looking at him with a tired smile. “Yes?”

Danny reached out and placed his arms around you, pulling you towards him so he could hold you close.

“Thank you for believing me.”

Love at First Video Part 7

Misha Collins x Reader

2300 Words 

Story Summary: You were a babysitter, but you wanted to be more. Deciding to create a cooking video, you were shocked when it garnered the attention of a well known actor. Soon the attention becomes something neither of you can ignore.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

It was hard going back to work that Monday. Your weekend had been amazing, with the dinner on Friday, and the boat trip on Saturday. Work, you feared, was going to be mundane, and remind you of a certain blue eyed man who hadn’t contacted you since the boat trip. You worried that maybe he was ashamed of himself for moving things so fast, and now he was taking a step back.

Walking into the foyer of the Moore’s house, you were surprised at how quiet it was. Usually Amelia, or Griffin were rushing to greet you, letting you know what they had planned for the day.

“Mrs. Moore?” You questioned, dropping your bag on the floor, and making your way into the kitchen. You were surprised to see her sitting there, a cup of coffee in her hand, dressed in jeans and a paint splattered t-shirt. You were instantly on guard, you had never seen her dressed like this.

“Mrs. Moore, is everything alright?” You asked, and she finally looked up at you, her eyes glassy.

“Oh Y/N, I forgot you were coming today.” She answered, her voice monotone. “I’m afraid I have some rather bad news.”

Sitting down across from her, you waited. “You see, I received a call last night. From my boss. And either I move to California, immediately, or I lose my job.” She told you.

You nodded, even though your heart was in your throat. “What did you decide?” You asked.

“We are moving. The house will be on the market today, and we leave first thing Wednesday morning. I’m so sorry for the short notice, but it’s completely out of my control. I will pay you for this week, it’s the least I can do.”

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