i guess it counts as such for the fic


Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Genre: Romance,Fluff, Smut

Word Count: 571

Chapter 1 Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 5

“I’m hungry” you mumbled as you laid in Chanyeol’s bed. You saw Chanyeol rustle a little and then open his eyes and stare at you.

“What?” he said with hair in his eyes and hooded sleepy eyes

“Good morning” you said with a cheery smile “I’m hungry.”

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anonymous asked:

I cannot believe you're living an actual fanfiction meet cute! It's scary how much it would work for Stucky.

hahaha it’s really not so ideal, believe me!

I mean, the start was very much like something out of a cute fic, i’ll give you that, but I’m conveniently leaving out the not so great parts, like how he doesn’t live in this town and will leave soon, or how we’re both so terribly busy that we’d barely be able to see each other anyway… But hey, whatever, I got a cute story to tell and a couple great make-out sessions out of it, not complaining :D

And god, yes… My friend adeline pointed that out here, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that. Honestly, I might just have to write it, ahhaha!

Writing is Hard, Part 5: Headcanons

Summary: Dean shows the reader that there’s truth to a famous headcanon.

Read Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 3000ish

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! (Sorry, tag list is closed!) XOXO

“Reading anything good?” Dean asks.

Sam’s inside the gas station, picking up some snacks instead of listening to this conversation, so your face doesn’t feel the need to flush with embarrassment. Dean already knows exactly what you’re reading.

“I guess,” you tell him. No need to feed his ego by telling him how hot the story is.

“What is it?”

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anonymous asked:

Awkward!Professor AU?

“Hey, uh, Potter?” Draco asked, stepping into the classroom.

“Hi, Draco,” Harry answered.  

Why did he have to say Draco? Why did he have to smile like that? Why did his t-shirt have to hug his chest like that? Why am I here? Fuck! Draco start talking! “Uh,” Fuck…

Harry’s smile faded a bit. “Everything okay?”

Draco took a deep breath, “Yeah. I was wondering if you-” wanted to go out to dinner with me…no that’s so generic…would go flying with me…shit it’s freezing outside “-uh, you don’t, you don’t have a class coming in soon do you?”

“I have a healthy respect for Saturdays.  No classes today,” Harry said.

Draco felt heat rise to his face.  He tried to laugh off some of his nervousness. “I was wondering if you…”

“Yeah, that’s where we left off,” Harry said.



stop giving me that gorgeous smile, asshole. “Did you maybe want to, uh, with me…” he’s going to say no, to laugh at me, abort, back-up plan, “Do you want to teach a class with me?” 

Harry’s smile was replaced with what could only be confusion.

Speaking much louder and faster than necessary, Draco started rambling, “I know DADA’s werewolf lectures are coming up, and I thought maybe I could do a joint class with you and we could make the wolfsbane potion but maybe call it by monk’s hood, you know to get rid of the ‘bane’ part, negative connotation and all. I thought you might like to teach about people with lycanthropy instead of creatures that sometimes look monstrous, that sort of thing…”

Harry didn’t say anything for the few seconds Draco could stop talking.

“…I mean, you don’t have to.  I guess it’s a bit of a ‘Granger’ thing to do.  I’ve been thinking about it and if we show them it’s a disease and there are ways to work with it and-” well, I have replaced one catastrophe with another, “you know. Just think about it, I guess.”

“Well, this has been a roller coaster of a conversation,” Harry said. “Yes.  God, yes. I can’t tell you how much this means to me, Draco. That’s- That’s brilliant.”

Merlin help me; that smile again “Okay. Well, I guess we can coordinate lesson plans, co-teach a combined class or something.” leave before you ruin it, Draco. “I guess I’ll see you soon.” Draco turned to leave, counting the seconds before he was back in his rooms to hide in a strange mix of shame and happiness.

“Wait,” Harry said.

“Yes?” Draco said.  He turned back around in time to see Harry run a hand through his too-long, too-messy hair. Merlin, end me now

“You know, after all that,” Harry said, “if you asked me to dinner there’s no way I could say no.”

soft klance things

  • keith always straightens out the hems of lance’s shirts because them being folded bothers him. lance just smiles and lets keith do his thing
  • whenever keith gets into a Mood, lance’ll come and lay his head in keith’s lap and start talking, about anything, just to see if he can make keith smile. 
    • and when keith finds lance crying at night because he misses his family, he takes lance’s hand and kisses each finger. 
    • “one,” he says, counting after each kiss. “two. three.” they both count, and on ten their mouths meet and lance feels a little more calm, focused. 
  • keith gets out of the shower and his long hair is sopping wet, so he shakes it like a dog to get lance all wet. 
    • “stop! you’re the worst!” lance is yelling, but he’s also laughing.
    • his revenge is to take a towel and vigorously rub keith’s head until his hair poofs out. afterword he’ll sit, legs spread out and keith between them resting against his chest, and brush out keith’s hair. 
  • early morning jogs around the halls of the castle, talking softly to one another, voices echoing in the quiet.
  • lance finds a machine in the castle that takes sound and converts it into a holographic light display that fills a room. 
    • lucky for them, keith’s ipod was in his jacket pocket when blue abducted them. 
    • he plays soft vintage melodies from the beginning of the millennium while he and lance slow dance. lance’s arms are looped around keith’s neck, keith’s head resting on lance’s shoulders. soft blue lights like waves fill the room and pass through them.
    • “does this count as a bonding moment?” keith asks slyly, still not letting that go. 
    • lance grins and kisses him. long, and deep as a well, savoring it, savoring keith.. “Hm…I guess so. I’m cradling you in my arms, aren’t I?”

So. I joined a Winteriron server on Discord and asked the lovely people there what scene they would like to see illustrated from my fic Autonomy. The reply was Bucky and Tony watching the stars. I guess I technically failed because they are definitely watching each other, not the stars, but at least I tried.

Well, okay. Bucky is actually looking at HIS star, but I don’t know if that counts. Just look at that lovestruck look on his face. Such a dork.

Referencing this post

Adrien was having a blast. Hopping around, doing flips and cartwheels as best he could, despite the extra weight of the bulky costume he wore.

The massive Lion head of the school mascot was something he had to work around, but work around it he did.

The usual kid who did this was off with a broken leg– a result of getting cocky and trying a backflip off of a desk.

Mrs. Bustier (head of the School Spirit and Fundraising committee) had approached him. She offered him the job, and when he was hesitant, she promised no one would know he was in the suit. She offered to give him credit as a full member of the committee, so his father would be pleased.

(Little did he know she chose him because if anyone needed time to goof off it was the constantly-supervised-teen-celebrity.)

A few weeks later, here he was for a fencing tournament. His matches had been some of the first in the day, so as soon as his last match was over, he sprinted to the changeroom and scarfed down some food.

He was mostly filling in the small gaps between matches, but they would be breaking for lunch soon, so he would have access to the main area while everyone ate.

He looked over the crowd. All of his classmates were in attendance. Nino sat next to Alya and Marinette. Marinette looked rather distraught. She looked around the room anxiously, but apparently not finding what she was looking for, she slumped. Alya and Nino comforted her.

‘She needs some cheering up.’ He thought. He looked around the room. He started dancing his best (and worst) moves, trying to be as cliche as he could. He wasn’t sure if anyone in the audience had ever seen a lion twerk, but he was sure there was a lot of firsts happening there. He looked back at Marinette, and she was giggling, but got distracted looking around again, her mirth turning into despondency.

He started throwing in the most ridiculous dance moves he could think of. When he looked back over, Marinette was still sad, but Alya was recording him.

'Not good enough. Time to amp it up.’

He looked around the room, trying to find inspiration on how to make Marinette smile. The announcement rang out for lunch break, and the arena started to clear out.

Adrien had an idea.

He launched himself towards some of the competitors, and gestured at their epées. They looked hesitantly at him. He frantically gestured trying to communicate what he wanted. Finally they clued in, and sniggering, handed him their weapons. He took the two epées and ran back to his friends. He walked up to Nino, and proffered the handle of one to him. Nino looked up at him confused, but took the weapon in his hand. Adrien hopped down the bleacher and gestured for Nino to follow.

He did hesitantly, until Adrien held out his own sword, ready for combat.

“Woah no! I am not dueling you! No way!” Nino said, alarmed. He began to walk off.

'Well, that won’t do!’ Thought Adrien. Acting quickly, he used his epée to (carefully) snag the back of Nino’s cap, lifting it off his head.

“Dude!” Nino shouted. Adrien spun the hat around on the end of his sword, and shrugged with the other arm.

“Oh it is ON!” Nino declared. “You just took the wrong hat, you Lion-headed Ass!”

Adrien chuckled. He grabbed the hat and placed it haphazardly on top of the mascot head, hanging it off an ear.

Nino lunged at him with the epée, but he parried the blow, trading back for his own blow quickly. Nino may not be a skilled swordsman, but he had these strange moments of lightning fast reflexes. He copied Adrien’s move, and blocked the attack.

The two sparred for a bit back and forth, until Adrien decided that was enough. He let a blow through.

He grasped his chest where Nino poked him, falling first to his knees, and then to the ground, his limbs splaying wide. He laid still for a minute, until Nino walked towards him.

Once Nino retrieved his hat, Adrien stood up, and faced his friend. He tapped his epée broadside on each of Nino’s shoulders, and then bowed deeply.

“Did… did I just get knighted?” Nino said, surprised.

The audience was laughing at this point, and applauding. Marinette seemed to find this hilarious.

Jumping on that idea, Adrien ran around the room knighting everyone. He started with the kids in the audience. They seemed the most excited about it, and he gestured to them to follow, marching between each new knight. They began forming a squad behind him, marching wherever he led. He tried to knight Chloe, but she screeched at him. Shrugging exaggeratedly, he moved on. He knighted Kim and Alix, and Juleka, and Ivan, among some others from other classes.

Finally, he made his way over to Marinette. She had tears in her eyes from laughing, and Alya was still recording.

He stopped in front of Marinette, and thought about knighting her.

He had a better idea.

He gestured for her and his army to wait a moment, and sprinted down to one of the food tables. Bouquets of flowers adorned the table, and plucking a single red rose, he rushed back up to where she sat.

He got down on one knee, and presented her with the rose. She blushed.

She took the rose, and he captured her hand, pulling it up to the mascots mouth (his eye holes), “kissing” it.

He then stood and turned abruptly to his army of knights. Taking his sword in hand, he raised it over his head.

He normally made a point of not speaking while in the mascot costume. Not only was it a good way to spoil the magic, but people would probably recognize his voice. He made an exception this time.

“Long Live the Princess!” He shouted.

“Long Live the Princess!” Shouted his army.


Thanks for reading! Hope you liked this little drabble i was inspired to write ;)

Forever Loyal

(gif belongs to charlie-bradcherry)

Title: Forever Loyal

Characters: Lucifer x Reader, Crowley

Word Count: 858

Warnings: death of a character, there are no spoilers because I made my own ending to last night’s episode, small amount of fluff. *The gif I guess could be counted as a spoiler?*

A/N: I said I was going to do it, so I did it. You all get some special treatment today!! Enjoy this extra fic! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much!! <3

Crowley smirked at Lucifer as the fallen archangel fell to his knees.  Lucifer withered in pain and all Crowley could do was chuckle.  He had big plans to torture Lucifer.  Crowley wasn’t going to spare Lucifer, not one bit.

“Do you remember [Y/N],” Crowley asked Lucifer, his tone snarky.  “She’s your soul mate isn’t she?  Pretty little thing she is.”

“Keep your hands off of her Crowley,” Lucifer seethed as he clutched his stomach.

“It’s more like she can’t keep her hands off of me,” Crowley mused, his eyes traveling to the door of the thrown room.  His smirk grew as you opened the door to the throne room.  “Oh look who’s here.”

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Limerence (Yoongi x Reader)

Originally posted by gotjhope

Admin: Mimi

Prompt/Ask: hi can you do a fic where youre in love with suga but he rejects you because you’re like a little sister to him but when you start to avoisld him or something, he starts to miss you. Thank you!!

 - Limerence; (n) the state of being infatuated with another person. -

Fandom: BTS

Genre: Angst, fluff

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Warnings: language (what’s new), public embarrassment (I guess?)

Word Count: 8414 (I’m so sorry)

Authors Note: Yoongi is my babe and I love him with all my heart as much as I love Jungkook and I want to protect him and love him and care for him forever and always *gasps for air* So yeah. A Suga request! I’m so sorry this took forever, and I’m even sorrier that it’s so long, I know long fics aren’t everyone’s cup of tea, but I hope you enjoy it regardless. Let me know what you think, and happy reading!

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He thinks about Kit, some kind of warped, ruined saint with all her broken morals and shades of grey, surrounded by all of her foolish righteous holier-than-thou comrades, whiter than white, and he swallows heavily, because finally he understands what she meant. He doesn’t understand you like I do though, does he? he thinks, but she turns her back before he gets the chance to say it out loud.


Breaking The Law

Summary: What’s better to be handcuffed, alone in the sheriff’s office while your dad and you girlfriend are eating pizza without you? Well. Your friend passing by and deciding to do things to you while you’re immobilized.

Word count: 6522

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warning: Contains smut… or well sexual things. You know. Including some parts of the body and strong feelings. Y’all old enough to know what it means.

A/N: Okay so I was so excited to post this I won’t wait lol. Thanks to @maddie110201 who proofreaded it and told me it was a cool fic. Something like that. I’m a bit proud I guess? Let me know what you thought, and it was the third choice in the voting I made back when… a while ago. And for the sake of the story just imagine there’s no computer on the desk. And it’s actually his dad office not the whole office. Okay. Nice, thanks!

Forever tag list I forever forget: @multilovee  @5sospoplikerock @rosecoloredshawn

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Leave This Town Pt 2 (Mechanic!Bucky AU)

Characters: reader, Bucky, Natasha, Wanda

Summary: Your dreams of kissing your small town life goodbye are about to come true when an unexpected detour leaves you stranded. Meeting the handsome local mechanic has you rethinking your plans. Perhaps happiness is less about where you’re headed and more about the people you meet along the way.

Song Inspiration: Sleep on the Floor by The Lumineers

Warnings: none! The mildest of swearing I guess? 

Word Count: 2.3k

Tags are at bottom (TAG LIST IS CLOSED I’M SORRY)

A/N: Holy bananas, you guys. Once I started writing this part, I got carried away  and I’m probably extending this fic by a few parts. heh. I’m so in love with this story, and that’s probably why! I really hope you are too. Any thoughts and feedback are appreciated! I love you all!! :)

***This fic is for @bionic-buckyb ‘s 5k AU Writing Challenge**

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Originally posted by butteryplanet


“Try the Boysenberry Pie while you’re there. Even for breakfast, it really hits the spot.”

Taking a few steps backward, you gave him a smile, “I’ll do that,” then turning to walk away.“Oh, Y/N!” you heard him call after you and you whirled in place, surprised. 

“Keys. I need your keys.”

You laughed, shaking your head, “Right. Sorry.” Digging into your purse followed by a toss of the keys, he caught them out of the air before you headed in the direction of the diner once again.


A bell above the door jangled lightly as you entered the diner, the smell of hot grease hitting your nose. Straight ahead there was a counter with barstools, a view of the kitchen behind it. To both your left and right along the wall lined with windows, there were built-in booths with splitting vinyl cushions and spotted formica-covered tables.

The waitress behind the counter spoke, drawing your attention. “Hey, sweetie. Take a seat wherever you like, I’ll be with you in a jiffy.”

“Okay,” you responded with a tight smile.

Choosing a booth, you dropped your bag and sat down. You looked around, seeing only 2 other customers currently sitting at the counter with coffee mugs in their hands. Moments later, a pretty redhead approached, wearing a sleeveless button-up flowered shirt and jeans under the apron around her waist. Bright red lipstick painted her lips as she talked to what looked like a regular customer. Probably a local.

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anonymous asked:

Do you know of any 8th year fics that deal with quidditch? I cant seem to find any. Thank you!

HEY so I’m going to totally use this ask as an opportunity to list all of my favorite quidditch-related fics, eighth year and otherwise. Sorry but THAT’S JUST THE LIST THAT I FEEL INSPIRED TO MAKE RIGHT NOW SO I’M GOING TO DO IT BECAUSE I RUN THIS BLOG MUAHAHAHAHA (I will make sure to note all of the eighth year ones though!)

Drarry and Quidditch

Seeker, Chaser, Keeper by VivacissimoVoce (59K)- Rumor has it that a wealthy investor is starting up a brand new professional Quidditch team and he’s looking for players. Harry and Draco both want to make the team, but there can be only one Seeker. Will competing for the position bring them closer or drive them further apart?
This fic is great and one of my favorite quidditch-themed fics! If you’re looking for quidditch quidditch quidditch, this would definitely be one of my top picks. I don’t want to spoil the result of the tryouts, but trust me it’s wonderful!

Against All Odds by momatu (54K)- Beauxbatons is hosting the first ever Quidditch Summer School for children from all over Europe, and Harry has promised to enroll Teddy as his birthday present. Meanwhile, Draco is stuck in his office, putting together the first ever Quidditch Summer School for children from all over Europe during, when he should be enjoying summer holidays.
This fic is freaking AMAZING. The romance is so damn good. SO GOOD MUCH ROMANCE!! And it features Teddy!!! I seriously love everything about it and it is one of my all time favorites <3 Draco is running a quidditch school and Harry is a last minute emergency addition to the staff ;)

To the Winner Go the Spoils by MiladyMorningstar (5K)- He caught the snitch. He caught the snitch. Bloody buggering fucking shit; he actually fucking won! He has a prize to cash in.
Draco places a bet on the outcome of the annual Slytherin/Gryffindor quidditch game: If he wins, a certain bespectacled, green-eyed Gryffindor has to do whatever Draco says. And Draco has an awful lot to say.

This fic is short and pretty much a PWP, but it does feature a quidditch game (upon which an amazing bet is placed) and DAMN IT’S HOT. Possibly Eighth Year

The Bet by firethesound (6K)- Harry really should know better than to make any sort of bet with a Slytherin.
This is another fic with an amazing bet placed on the outcome of a quidditch game, but rather than being a PWP, it is just SO SWEET AND FLUFFY AND CUTE ^-^ Eighth Year!

A Series of Malfoy Events by lomonaaeren (59.5K)- Harry saves Draco’s life. That should be the end of it. Except it isn’t, because Draco keeps coming up with crazy things—and Harry goes along with it because he can’t wait to see what Draco’s going to come up with next.
This fic was hilarious and fluffy and ridiculous and I loved it. Draco is the only (professional) quidditch player, but his games feature pretty heavily in the plot!

(Un)calculated Risk by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (7K)- He thought about the way Harry looked at him, smiled at him; about the way Draco’s head was nearly always full of him, all day every day, and about the way Draco sometimes deliberately went to bed still smelling of him, refusing to acknowledge what it meant – because he already fucking knew what it meant. What all of it meant. And then Draco decided, fuck it, he was going to risk it. They were going to risk it together, Harry and Draco.
This is a LOVELY little fic with amazing smut and an amazing game of quidditch at the end, in which Harry plays to win both the game AND DRACO’S HEART <3. Eighth Year!

Because It’s Raining by @gracerene09 (3K)- Harry doesn’t care if it’s raining and it’s “not a real game”, he’s not letting Draco catch the Snitch.
Part of the wonderful gift-to-this-world series 50 Reasons to Have Sex, Harry and Draco finish a quidditch scrimmage alone after everyone else goes inside and then Harry has a GLOVE (and also a Malfoy) KINK <3 Eighth Year!

The Swaggering Plimpies (or This One Time, At Quidditch Camp…) by RurouniHime (29.5K)- Draco has an idea, and Harry’s just the one to help him.
This fic is adooooorable and even though Harry and Draco are coaches (for their kids) instead of players, there’s lots and lots of Quidditch and the kids are lovely and it’s all so sweet and COME ON THEY’RE CO-COACHES!!! :D

Fuck You/Thank You by lq_traintracks (2K)- Merlin, no one pisses Harry off like this arsehole. No one in the five years he’s been reffing. Not in the twenty-five years he played the game himself. No one ever.
CLASSIC hot angry quidditch locker room sex. Harry is a player and Draco is the referee and THAT’S ALL I’M GONNA SAY READ THIS.

Seeing Stars (brighter than the constellations) by @carpemermaidtales (7.5K)- After “accidentally” overhearing a rumour that Harry Potter is hung, Draco cashes in a few favours to ensure he’s the reporter doing the Puddlemere United post-game interview with the team’s prized Seeker in the team locker room.
As you can probably guess, the quidditch here is secondary to the amazing hilarious dialogue and the freaking hot smut, but the interview is ostensibly about quidditch so I say it counts!!!

One More Time (Let’s Do It Again) by huldrejenta (6K)- Draco preferred his life free from the unforeseen and the uncontrollable. Surely he could handle Potter, though, friends with benefits or not. But since when had anything involving Potter gone according to plan?
A sweet, slow-feeling (despite being pretty short) fic in which Draco and Harry are forced to work together to train a new group of professional seekers. Contains pining pining pining!

Body Logic by unbroken_halo (13K)- There’s one thing that’s keeping Harry from propositioning Draco, not the least of which is the pain in his arse.
Harry is a professional quidditch player and Draco is his team’s FREAKING MASSAGE THERAPIST!!! And Harry has sexy tattooooooooos <3


Demons in the Dark

Pairing: Moc!Dean x reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff if you squint real hard

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N:  Trying desperately to wrap up my 30 days of Jensen and Dean. This is fic number TWENTY-SIX. The line requested was, “I guess that’s what I do. Let down the people I love.” by @plaidstiel-wormstache I know you asked for fluff, and you’ll get it after we muddle through a bit of angst. I apologize, love, but thanks for celebrating with me! This idea popped into my head after seeing THIS gifset. Season 9, Mark of Cain, Dean breaks my heart. He holds a piece of my heart. I had to write this after seeing that gifset. He had to know he wasn’t alone that the things he told himself in the dark, were absolutely and utterly untrue.

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Leave This Town Pt 3 (Mechanic!Bucky AU)

Characters: reader, Bucky, Natasha (mentioned)

Summary: Your dreams of kissing your small town life goodbye are about to come true when an unexpected detour leaves you stranded. Meeting the handsome local mechanic has you rethinking your plans. Perhaps happiness is less about where you’re headed and more about the people you meet along the way.

Song Inspiration: Sleep on the Floor by The Lumineers

Warnings: Mentions of drinking. The mildest of swearing I guess?

Word Count: 2.8k

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**This fic is for @bionic-buckyb ‘s 5K AU Writing Challenge**

A/N: You guys. This fic has taken on a life of its own and I’m oddly okay with it. Once upon a time I planned 3 parts, then 4, and now it’s 7. :D Oops. That’s what I think, anyway. Who knows? Not me, apparently. ha! I really hope you’re loving Mechanic!Bucky as much as I am!! Any feedback and comments are appreciated. Love you guys!!

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Originally posted by daisy-hanson-jones

A/N: This gif applies, I promise. ;) 



Reaching your room, you flicked on the tv mostly for background noise and took a hard look at the detailed budget you had written up for your trip. Paying for 3 days in a motel and adding the car repairs, your wallet was taking a hit, but Bucky’s willingness to lower the bill would definitely help. You were grateful to this kind stranger and the thought of spending the whole day with him tomorrow was strangely exciting. Surprised to feel a few butterflies flutter in your stomach, you shook your head to clear away the feeling and got ready for bed.

I’ll be gone in a few days, you told yourself as you drifted off to sleep.


Morning came and luckily your body woke you around 7am because you’d neglected to set an alarm. You hopped in the shower and then rummaged through your duffel for something comfortable to wear that you wouldn’t mind getting dirty. Slipping on a pair of shorts, a t-shirt, and sneakers instead of your trusty sandals, you pulled your hair up away from your face and headed out the door with an apple in hand.

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She Comes From Boston

Summary: Struggling to keep himself separate from work, Jensen takes off to the first city he can get a flight to. Trying to decompress and find himself becomes a lot easier with the help of a friendly bartender (Jensen’s POV)

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 2,500

Warnings: minor depression and anxiety, language, but mostly fluff

A/N: This is my submission for Lau’s Summer Escape Challenge @dancingalone21 and my destination was - you guessed it - BOSTON! The thought of dragging Jensen to a Red Sox game was too much to resist. It’s pretty heavy on the baseball towards the end (sorry) but I couldn’t help it.

A/N/N: Danneel doesn’t exist in this fic, but I have the utmost respect and love for Jensen and his wonderful family. Pics are not mine, found em on google.

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Shorties & Dorks

Originally posted by kissabledeanw

Request: Hey, love your writing! I was wondering if a could request a fic where Dean and the reader are that dorky but adorable couple. Like they sing (not very well) in the car together, tell bad jokes, watch movies in sweatpants see who can make a better Mohawk with their hair when in the shower lmao idk, you get the idea. And then at the end he proposes to her? I’m getting bored of fics with stereotypical characters and relationships :P Thanks so much!

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,200ish

Warnings: none

A/N: Possibly the most adorable thing I’ve ever written…

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The Nanny Part 10

Summary: When Bucky Barnes hired a Nanny, he thought he was going to hire someone to take care of the kid. But when she starts, he knows that she is more than just a Nanny

A/N: So It’s been a year since I posted my first fic????? How???? Anywho. I hope you like this

Warnings: None. Kissing I guess

Word Count: 1.3k words

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Grabbing both yours and Bucky’s plate, you walked into the living room. With a smile, you handed him his plate and sat in a chair, as he played a random movie that Emily had wanted to see.

The night continued as the three of you watched a few movies, and at some points you were all talking more than watching. Close to midnight, Emily fell asleep, her head in your lap and her legs across Bucky.

You and Bucky had put on an old movie, neither one of you really paying attention.

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In the Arms of Justice Pt. 16 (Cop!Bucky Drabble Series)

Characters: reader x Detective Barnes, Natasha, Rumlow. 

Summary: Reader is a witness to a crime, tying her to the investigation as well as the police involved. She never would have guessed how that one night would continue to change her life years later.

Warnings: Some anxiety, also blood, murder, weapon and death mentions (none of it graphic), violence against women, gritty police drama tv show kind of feel.

Word Count: 1054

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A/N: I’M BACK, BABY. A thousand apologies that it took so long for me to find my groove and stop being afraid of this fic. heh. I finally tackled it and miraculously, I’m in love with it again! Detective Barnes is back and I’m so excited for what’s ahead. :D Part 17 will be posted Friday, May 19! 

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Entering her office once again, Natasha stepped forward.

“Y/N, this is Mr. Kopecky. His aunt and uncle immigrated from the Czech Republic and he would like to keep them here legally.”

The man was facing away from you, reading the degrees and certificates adorning the esteemed lawyer’s office wall.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Kope…”

As he turned your way, you lost all power of speech, ice freezing in your veins. 


You remained frozen in place, eyes transfixed on the man who held a knife at your throat two nights ago and now haunted your dreams. Although, if you had passed him on the street you might not have recognized him. Instead of the bleach-blond hair and a clean shaven face, he now wore a knitted cap over a bald head with a few days’ stubble dotting his chin. Horn-rimmed glasses were perched on his nose and he wore khaki trousers with a long-sleeved black sweater and dress shoes. If it weren’t for the cold eyes fixed on yours and the scar on his left cheek, you could have sworn it wasn’t the same man.

Light bruising was visible under his eyes, you noticed as he took a few steps forward. His nose might not have been broken by your head striking it, but you definitely left your mark. Seeing him approach from across the room, you finally thawed enough to stumble to Natasha’s side.

“H-how did he get in here?” you whispered to her, your eyes never leaving his face.

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