i honestly thought i would stop half way through but i completed it!!!

FUTURE HEARTS | PT.6 [M]

pt1 | pt2 | pt3 | pt4 | pt5 | pt6 | (6/?)

pairing: jimin x reader, jungkook x reader

genre: smut, angst / punk!jikook

word count: 17,335

note: inspired by the anime/manga “Nana” / music playlist

description: It was everything, from his tattoos, to his touches, to the way sweat rolled down his neck as he strummed into his guitar on stage; everything about him completely enthralled you. So why are you now, two and a half years later, on a train to Seoul, telling a complete stranger the recollection of how you became fated to forever have scars on all of your future hearts due to the happiness, but most of all the pain, that came along with falling in love with Jeon Jungkook.

cr.


The slight tremble in Jimin’s fingertips developed into a full-blown tremor as he closed the door to his studio, effectively leaving you behind — but it wasn’t that simple. It wasn’t that simple because he wasn’t just leaving you behind. He was leaving you behind with a guy that you were completely in love with… Which kind of blowed considering he was starting to fall for you himself.

The music from the party was reverberating inside of his chest and he knew that his ears should be ringing with anger, but instead he just felt numb. It was like he couldn’t hear anything; no music, no crowd, nothing. It was all one giant blur that didn’t seem to make sense to him, and all because his mind was screaming that nothing else mattered right now — nothing except for you.

Jimin knew very well what leaving you in that room with Jungkook meant. It meant every single feeling that the two of you had ever had for each other would inevitably rekindle, and compared to what Jimin had with you, even if he did consider it one of most amazing stints of time of his entire life, it didn’t hold a candle to what you and Jungkook had, and probably always would have.

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Mine

Originally posted by worldstyles

REQUEST: Jealous Harry smut

HARRY’S TEXTS // (Y/N)’S TEXTS

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Little Things

MASTERLIST

A/N: This is my very bad attempt at something cute, but you know… Fluff isn’t my best. Also a bit different from what I’ve done in the past, so feedback would be great. I messed up the months, I’m aware. 

Word count: 3,365

Pickering, Canada
April 2024

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Kitchen Favours

Jughead x Reader
No one asked for this, but I’ve had this idea in my head for ages so thought it was finally time to let it out into the world.
Prompt: Y/N and Jughead work at Pop’s together. Cheryl winds up Y/N which leads to a heated moment between Jughead and Y/N.
Warnings: Strong smut themes 

Originally posted by bettytail

“You know you don’t have to stay with me” you smile, setting down the waitress pad on the kitchen counter next to you. You lean your hip on the counter as you stare at Jughead, an apron still tied around his waist. Since the Drive-In closes Pop’s offered Jughead a job here, just a couple of nights a week, the odd weekend. He spend half of his life here anyway, Pop’s just thought he might as well make some money at the same time. 

You had been working at Pop’s for around a year now. You were the one who trained Jughead, not that the place was complicated at all. He’d even started to cook some of the food, helping out the chefs from time to time, like tonight, he was covering for the Thursday night chef.
“And what would you do if you got a order in?” he asks, raising his eyes in a cocky manner towards you, setting down a spatula on the counter next to you.
“I’m sure I can manage to flip a burger and cook a few fries” you smirk back, laughing at his confidence. When Jughead joined it was the first time you had ever spoken to each other. Sure, you had seen him around school, hanging with Archie Andrews and Betty Copper, but the two of you had never needed to speak to each other, or even acknowledge each others existence until a couple of weeks ago. Since then the two of you had create a little friendship based on flirty jokes which the both of you knew meant absolutely nothing.
“Are you calling my job easy?” He smirks back, taking a step closer to me. He stops at the counter, leaning himself against it as he looks down at me.
“I’m saying you shouldn’t underestimate me” I say with a wink, making him smirk even more. His head so close to mine as a piece of dark hair falls into his eyes, shading his already dark eyes.

“Anyway” I sigh, breaking away from the eye contact that neither of us seemed to break. “I was just thinking of you getting home. Won’t Archie and his dad be worried about you? Seeing as you were so careless not to tell them where you were” you tease him. He sighs as he takes a step back from the counter which he was still leaning against.
“Trust me, I think they’ll be fine. Fred is working late and Archie has Veronica round, so don’t think they’ll want disturbing for a while now” he rolled his eyes in an exaggerated manner.

It’s at that moment you hear the bell on the door ring, indicating you finally had customers. You walk out to see Cheryl and her minions sat in the booth closest to the kitchen you had just walked out of. You roll your eyes discretely at the sight of them, hoping they hadn’t seen. Placing a fake smile on your face you walk over.
“Hi” you smile politely, pulling out the pen you had balanced behind your ear.
“Look who it is girls” Cheryl gives an unfriendly smirk in your direction as the other two girls look over and start giggling. You look confused for a moment before choosing to ignore them. You tried to ignore the rumours and crap Cheryl often spread around so often. They usually were false, malicious attempts to hurt someone for no reason other then her boredom.
“What can I get you?”
“Tell me, Y/N” Cheryl says, folding her arms as an evil smile spreads across her face like a disease. “What was he like?”
“What was who like?” you ask, drawn into her comments just like she wanted.
“Moose?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Oh come on Y/N. Everyone knows he took your virginity last night. He’s telling anyone and everyone” she smirks, the other girls laughing.
“That’s… that’s a lie” you stutter.
“Right” they laugh like a pack of hyenas, you their new prey.
“Excuse me” you take a sharp intake of breath before walking back into the kitchen. Throwing your waitress pad back down on the counter as hard as possible, feeling more angry then anything.

“Wow. Y/N what’s wrong?” Jughead asks, his eyes wide from shock at your act.
“Just get rid of them please” you say through gritted teeth, pointing out the door to the restaurant.
“One second” he say, touching your arm gently as he walks out the door to the booth. You hear a mumbling sound before the bell rings on the door and the door slams shut behind them. Jughead cautiously walks back into the kitchen where you were still stood.

“Do you want to tell me what that was all about?” He asks confused, trying not to push too hard as your anger was clear.
“No.” you sigh, breathing deeply. Completely in shock of the moment. Why would they say that? Why would they think you and Moose even slept together in the first place? Unless… Unless Moose said it himself?
“That asshole!” you say to yourself through gritted teeth. You turn to faced Jughead who is still staring at you confused. “Moose is spreading a rumour that he took my virginity”
“Your a virgin?” Jughead jokes, giving a confused look.
“Now is not the time Jug”“
"Sorry. Sorry” he apologises honestly, holding up his hands as if to surrender. “Why would he do that?” he asks, finally walking forward so he was leaning on the counter in front of you. It was only a small kitchen so as the two of us stand there out feet practically touch.
“The idiot asked me out the other day. After everyone found out he was at Sweet-water with Kevin I guess he wanted to make people think that he wasn’t gay. I said no. He’s not my type anyway. The asshole must have got worried about his ego and made up some story about us going out. Which of course involved him taking my virginity” you sigh, tipping your head back too look at the bright lights on the ceiling.
“I’m sorry Y/N” he sighs, reaching over to hold you arm to console you.
“I can’t believe this. No way in a million years would I give my virginity to a jock, last of all Moose” you say with a small laugh, trying to calm yourself down, a little part of your blood still boiling as you think of all the shit you will have to deal with tomorrow.
“I can’t believe your still a virgin” he laughs.
“Ugh.” you groan, feeling the need to explode.
“I really can’t. Y/N your amazing. Anyone would be lucky to have yo-”

“No one seems to get me though Jug. Whenever you tell people it’ll be your first time they always tell you they’ll go slow with you. That your first time is special.” you blurt, taking a step forward due to this sudden wave of anger. “Well how can it be special if it’s just some awkward fumble on a guys couch or in the back of their car. Where’s the heat in that? People think they’re being so romantic in ‘I’ll take it slow with you’ but its not! I want the heat. I want the passion. That’s romantic. No one seem’s to get that.”

Jughead just stand there staring at you, looking you up and down as if tying to take in everything your saying.
“Even if my first time if with some stranger. Or it’s just a pointless one night stand. As long as it is not this typical teen fantasy of first times, I’ll be happy. I just want that fire, you know?” you look at him. His eyes suddenly darker then usual.
“Got it” he smirks, suddenly stepping closer to you, placing his arms under your legs and pushing you onto the kitchen counter behind you. Your head gently knocks the cupboard above the counter as suddenly his lips attach to yours. The breath is knocked out of you as you take in what is happening. His lips work desperately on yours, sucking on your lower lip as his hand cups the back of your neck, the other still placed on your leg, holding you tightly. You moan into the kiss, glad there were no customers tonight to hear the two of you.
His lips start to roam down your face to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake.
“Jughead…” you say breathlessly, part of you wanting to ask what was happening, the other part wanting to see what happened next.
You let out a loud moan as he begins to suck on a spot on your neck, sure to leave a mark later. Your hands roam to his head, pushing your hands through his already messy hair, pulling him closer so he smirks against your skin. Your legs wrap around his waist, bringing him in. Your hands pull on his hair as you roll your hips against his, making him moan just as loud.
Quickly his lips press against yours again as his hands roam down to the bottom of your black work t-shirt, pulling desperately on it. You pull your lips away from his and lift your arms as he pulls your shirt over your head, tossing it away on the floor, his lips immediately attaching back on your neck as he roams lower, biting lightly on your shoulder. Your hands finger the bottom of his shirt as you lift it up over his head.
His lips begin to roam lower then your shoulder, biting and sucking on parts of your skin. Your head falls back on the cupboard counter as his hand begins to roam up the inside of your thigh. You moan again as he bites a sensitive spot, his hand sliding further up your thigh. You hear him smirk against your skin as you moan, cocky with how he was giving you everything you craved.
“Shut it Jones” you say breathlessly as one hand slides down his back, the other going to his hair as you pull his head up to meet your, your lips crashing together again in a rush. Finally Jughead’s hand slips to the waistband of your jeans…

“Jughead. Y/N. I’m back” Pop’s shouts as he enters the diner.

Teen Wolf Preference - Fake Dating

DEREK HALE

Derek couldn’t believe you had convinced him into doing this.

“You want me to what?” he’d asked, not sure if he’d heard you correctly.  

“I just need you to pretend to be my boyfriend for this event since… I kinda already told everyone that you’re my boyfriend and you were coming. There’ll be free food and alcohol and you won’t even have to talk to many people!”

This had naturally intrigued Derek but there had been something that he couldn’t help but ask you.

“Really? You picked me for your big fake boyfriend plan? You know I don’t… get along well with people around here. Why not Parrish?”

Derek could see Parrish pulling up now at the event in his police uniform. Parrish wasn’t a bad guy but Derek couldn’t help but clench his fists at the sight of him. He wasn’t one to get jealous easily but this guy just put his teeth on edge.

“Shit! Parrish! Why didn’t I think of that?” you’d said angrily, shaking your head, “well, it’s too late. Will you just please go with me, Derek? It’s just one night. We can fake break up the next day.”

Derek had then thought for a moment, making sure to avoid your eye. You had a particular pleading look that you often gave him that made it hard for him to ever say no to you. But he couldn’t resist and looked at you, and it was then that he decided that he was going to be a part of your fake dating charade and he was going to be the best fake date there ever was.

“You came!”

Derek was pulled out of his trance, turning to see you hurrying towards him with a grin on your face.

“I said I would, didn’t I?”

You shook your head, “I just wasn’t sure. Wow, you look really good, you should wear suits more often.”

“I always look good,” he offered his hand, smiling a little as you took it. Your hand was so tiny compared to his. “You don’t look too bad either.”

That was an understatement. Derek always thought you looked gorgeous but right now, he was so blown away by how beautiful you looked that he had to remind himself to breathe.

Gee, thanks. We’re running a bit behind – I’d planned to have at least 2 drinks by now.”

The event was in full swing and Derek felt like he was in high school again. First of all, the event was being held in the school’s hall as the community one was under construction and second of all, he found himself watching protectively over you as he heard several greasy men comment on how good you looked.

“I was wondering when the two of you were going to get together,” Jordan Parrish congratulated the two of you, avoiding Derek’s intimidating stare, “all (Y/N) ever talked about was ‘how hot Derek is’.”

Your eyes widened, taking a rather large sip of your drink as you elbowed Jordan ‘playfully’.

“I did not!”

All throughout the night people had approached you and Derek and gave similar comments (minus the snarky one Jordan gave), saying that they’d seen the two of you out on dates and were wondering when you were going to call it official. In all honesty, neither you or Derek had considered your outings to be dates but now that he was thinking back on it, he wondered if he should start considering them as just that.

Derek proceeded to smile as Jordan winced from the hit you gave him, “well, it was a surprise to me actually. I had always thought the two of you were going to get together.”

“Nah, (Y/N) has only ever had eyes for you!” Jordan glanced at your now nearly empty glass, “want a refill?”

“God, yes please. I’m gonna be needing something heavier at this rate.”

“Completely agree with you.” and with a wink, Jordan disappeared back through the crowd towards the bar and Derek shifted his focus back to you.

“I feel a bit stupid for being jealous of him now,” he admitted, smelling the embarrassment on you which only caused his smile to widen more. Derek honestly couldn’t remember smiling this much since he was a teenager and it turned out a lot of people at the event were being a lot kinder to him because of it.

“Yeah, well, I picked you as my fake boyfriend for a reason. It’s believable and everyone seems to already think it was happening.”

You wished Jordan would hurry up with that drink.

Derek could hear your heart racing and you glanced up at him, something seeming to occur to you as a surprised expression dawned on your face.

“Holy shit – you don’t actually like me, do you?”

He leaned closer to you, his grin seeming rather wolfish now.

“By the sounds of it,” he pointed to your heart, “you feel the same way.”

Derek was now the one taken aback as very quickly, you closed the gap between the two of you and pressed a hard kiss against his lips.

“Stupid werewolf powers.” Was all you said as a low growl came from the back of Derek’s throat, Jordan now walking up from behind you with drinks in his hand. Derek wanted to desperately kiss you just a little longer but as his eyes met briefly with yours, he knew the whole dating charade was going to become a lot more realistic and there was going to be endless amount of time to kiss you.


ISAAC LAHEY

“Sorry man. You probably won’t have a lot to contribute to the conversation considering you’ve never had a girlfriend,” Stiles teased for what felt like the millionth time as he and Isaac stood by the lockers waiting for the rest of the group to arrive.

Stiles had just asked him for advice for an upcoming date but then took it back quickly saying he probably would just ask Scott about it in the car. A low growl escaped Isaac’s lips as he tried to remind himself that Stiles just wasn’t worth it as the idiot seemed to get off on annoying him. And unfortunately, it was working and sometimes Isaac was just a bit impulsive.

“Well, not one that you know of.”

Stiles’s eyebrow quirked up and a Grinch like smile came across his face, wondering if he was hearing this right.

“A girlfriend in fourth grade doesn’t count,” he reminded and Isaac’s hands balled into fists.

“I’m not supposed to talk about it.” Because it isn’t real, Isaac thought.

Stiles nodded, “oh, yeah right, sure, sure.”

The tone in his voice was enough for Isaac to glance around and see you and Lydia walking in the opposite direction of where he was standing. You and Isaac weren’t close but you got along like a house on fire, regularly working together on pack ‘missions’ or sometimes you just studied together in the library. He’d been asked several times if he was interested in you, all those times he just shrugged as an answer but if anyone was to believe he was dating someone, you would be a good candidate.

“(Y/N),” Isaac said, “(Y/N) and I have been dating.”

Stiles looked as if he’d just discovered gold.

“(Y/N)? You want me to believe that? She’s way out of your league!” and then he was shouting, “(Y/N)! Are you and Isaac dating?”

Lydia and you stopped your walking, Lydia raising her eyebrows at you as you turned around slowly. Everyone in the hallway seemed to go quiet, interested in this little bit of gossip and you met with Isaac’s horrified eyes.

“Uh, yes?” was all you said before continuing on your way, Lydia beginning to smack you excitedly at discovering this information as Stiles turning back to Isaac.

“I can’t believe you weren’t just fucking with me. You should invite her to come bowling with all of us tomorrow night – Lydia will be there so she won’t feel so weird. I seriously can’t believe you landed a girlfriend like that, fuck.”

Isaac couldn’t believe that he’d landed a fake girlfriend like that either.

That night, Isaac found himself climbing into your bedroom and nearly scaring you half to death.

“What the shit?” you hissed, pausing the show you were watching, “first you say we’re dating and now you’re climbing through my window? Did I miss something?”

He smiled sheepishly, brushing off a few sticks that got caught in his sweater while trying to climb up through your window.

“Uh, I know normal people just text but I thought I should just ask you in person. I didn’t really think this through –,”

You cut him off, “yeah, I can see that.”

“But, fuck this is stupid. Stiles was being a dick and I kind of just said you were my girlfriend so he’d leave me alone. I didn’t think he’d actually, uh, ask you about it but do… you wanna go bowling with the group of us tomorrow?”

You’d always had a crush on Isaac. He was one of the first guys to ever really notice you and see you for more than just your looks and you wanted to throw one of your pillows at him and demand he take you out on a proper date because you genuinely liked him. But even though he freaked you out a bit by abruptly climbing through your window at that time of night, you couldn’t resist him.

“Fine. But before you leave, I already answered a bunch of our relationship questions to Lydia so you’ll have to learn them. And you’re paying for my shoes and games for bowling. Oh, and when we fake break up, it’ll be a mutual break up and it can’t be weird.”

You weren’t particularly eager to be out bowling with the group. You got along well with everyone and they were being overly nice to you ever since they found out you and Isaac were ‘dating’. A few times Stiles had said to you ‘really, Isaac?’ but other than that, no one really questioned it. The people in the group who were wolves didn’t even suspect that the two of you were faking the whole ordeal because they could hear how fast your heart rates were when you were around one another, which made everything much easier.

“Lydia said she invited you to come earlier in the week but you said no.” Isaac said, his arm wrapped around you rather lazily as you watched Scott get up for his first go. It felt rather natural for the two of you to be like this, having small touches here and there and sneaking each other little glances. It was comfortable and you had to remind yourself that this was all supposed to be a charade.

“Uh, did I forget to mention that I can’t bowl?”

“You know you’re up next, right?”

You nodded, “yeah, that’s why I’m just a bit nervous.”

Scott got a strike, grinning as he turned to the group who were all rolling their eyes at the unfairness of him having werewolf abilities which were a rather big help in the situation. You wished you had the abilities because you had no idea what you were about to do.

“C’mon,” Isaac helped you to your feet, picking up your ball for you and beginning to walk towards your lane.

“Seriously? What are you doing?”

He handed you the ball, smiling a little and back at the seats the two of you were already earning a few ‘awes’.

“I’ll help you, it’s the least I can do,” he handed you the ball and you held it in the hand you were most comfortable with as he began to help line you up correctly, “aren’t we just relationship goals?”

You laughed rather nervously and Isaac stood behind you, his back pressed against yours and you did your best to concentrate on your bowling but it was proving to be difficult.

“Just move sort of like… this,” he murmured into your ear and as he showed you the throwing movement the second time around, you released the ball and it went flying down the middle of the lane, hitting all the pins except one.

“Oh my god,” a grin came across your face as you turned around to Isaac who couldn’t quite believe it either, “oh my god!”

You flung your arms around his neck, kissing him excitedly and Isaac nearly fell backwards at the sudden action. Eagerly though, he kissed you back, enjoying the feeling and hoping that you’d do this every time you did well in the game.

“How come you don’t do that when I do well?” Scott asked Kira from their seats and she nudged him playfully.

Realising that you had to bowl once more and everyone was watching the two of you with stupid grins on their faces, you shyly pulled away and began to walk back to get another ball. Triumphantly, Isaac walked back to the group who might as well have been clapping for him and Lydia patted his arm.

“It’s about time the two of you got together. (Y/N) always talked about how much she liked you but you just ‘didn’t like her back’. I swear if you break her heart I’ll break you.” She smiled sweetly and Isaac, who had to admit was a little intimidated, smiled back as you successfully knocked down your final pin.

“Not planning on it, Lydia.”


LIAM DUNBAR

“I think I left my lacrosse jersey at your place,” you were startled by your ex-boyfriend who was now standing beside your locker, an annoyed look on his face as if it were you fault that he’d misplaced his belongings.

“You never took any of your lacrosse gear to my house.” You told him coolly, shutting your locker which you weren’t actually done looking in and attempting to walk away from him. To your annoyance, he followed.

“Well, if you see it then tell me,” he said and you rolled your eyes. The two of you had been broken up for 3 months, you were certain you would have come across it by now. “How’re you going anyway? Any new guys in your life?”

The last bit he said with an amused tone, causing you to clutch your bag just a bit tighter. You knew if you said no that he’d proceed to tell you the long list of girls that were in his life now – some of which were in his life while the two of you were dating.

“Yeah, believe it or not I actually have a boyfriend.”

You saw a group of guys up ahead being rather rowdy and spotted Liam Dunbar, the guy you were planning to find just earlier because he’d promised you his research notes from one of your classes.

“Oh, really? Do I know them?”

You knew you should’ve just made up a name of some guy that went to another school but because you just happened to be looking at Liam, you couldn’t help it.

“Liam.”

Your ex looked surprised, “Dunbar? Seriously?”

At that moment, Liam looked up, having been listening in on your conversation and he was just as confused too. You couldn’t believe you picked someone so obvious – and someone that was on the same team as your ex as well. You weren’t going to get away with this.

“Um… yeah?”

Liam sensed your embarrassment and excused himself from the group of friends he was talking to. It was well known that he hated your ex and any opportunity to annoy him was valuable.

“Hey babe!” he said cheerfully as he approached you, trying not to laugh at how red you went as he placed a kiss on your cheek, “everything alright here?”

Your ex, to your relief, stepped away, “everything’s fine, man. (Y/N), if you see the jersey let me know.”

When your ex was safely out of sight, you turned to Liam who had a smug smile on his face.

“How – why?” you stammered, not really sure how you’d just managed that.

“I hate that guy,” he said, “don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone we’re not really dating. We make a cute couple anyway, even if it’s fake.”

“What? Liam, you don’t have to do this. I was just being stupid.”

He shook his head, “he’s just told about 5 people that we’re dating. It’ll be fun! We can get back at that guy all while doing our assignments. It’s a win-win situation.”

And so the fake relationship began. To your surprise, you greatly benefited from the situation. Creepy guys stopped bothering you, if you ever needed to get warm Liam was perfectly fine with you just walking into his arms while he talked with some friends and you ended up making more friends of your own. Some of the seniors he hung around became protective of you and Lydia Martin, of all people, started casually talking to you and giving you advice whenever you needed it. You often forgot that you weren’t really dating because whenever you were around Liam, your heart raced and you got butterflies as if you were actually hanging out with someone you had feelings for. It wasn’t until you sometimes saw your ex around the school who made snide and rude comments about the two of you that you remembered what was going on.

“You’re all sweaty,” you laughed as you and Mason went onto the field after one of the lacrosse games to congratulate Liam. He had a large grin on his face, pulling off his lacrosse helmet and Mason gave him a high five.

“Usually after sports people get sweaty. Weird, isn’t it?” Mason said as you gave Liam a short congratulatory hug, “poor Devenford Prep though… I should probably go and see if Brett’s alright…”

“Yeah, I’m sure you’re really concerned about his feelings,” Liam said sarcastically as Mason ignored him, walking over to the opposite (and losing) team.

“So, how does it feel to win against your old school?”

“Quite amazing, actually,” he paused, “he’s watching again. Doesn’t he have anything better to do?”

You shrugged, knowing exactly who Liam was talking about, “maybe we should give him a show.”

You had been joking – kind of. And Liam knew that but he couldn’t resist. He dropped his helmet, cupping your face and kissing you passionately. You no longer cared about how sweaty he was as you kissed him back, a part of you relieved that you were finally getting to do this.

You pulled away slightly, smiling like an idiot and Liam began to lean in again.

“He’s not even watching anymore,” you told him and he shook his head.

“I just really like kissing you.”

And then you kissed him again.

SCOTT MCCALL

“This is just relationship…ist,” you said angrily as you and Scott sat in the library working on an assignment together. Scott raised an eyebrow, half listening as he was actually working while you were flicking through a free Beacon Hills magazine that you could always find lying around the town in random places.

“I have no idea what you’re going on about.”

You put the magazine down in front of him so he had to actually look away from what he was doing, pointing to the ad on the page.

“Couples get a 50% discount at the Canary. Couples are the ones that can actually afford to be there, single people should be the ones getting the discount.”

Scott pushed the magazine back towards you, amused by your reaction.

“What’s so good about the restaurant, anyway?” he asked and you looked at him in disbelief.

“How – how could you ask that? The food is the best food I’ve ever eaten. It makes you want to cry rainbows it’s so good.”

He snorted, “if you let me do my work I’ll be your fake boyfriend and go with you.”

“You know the way to my heart, McCall.”

You told maybe one person that you and Scott were going for the discounted food and the word got out like Chinese whispers. Soon, everyone ignored the fact you were just going to a restaurant together and were talking about how the two of you were now dating. Both of you, even with Scott’s werewolf senses, were oblivious to the rumours and were sitting at lunch together when Stiles was the first person to sit down with the both of you.

“I can’t believe you two,” he said, you having your mouth full with your lunch but raising an eyebrow at him, “you’re dating and you didn’t even tell me.”

You nearly choked on your food.

“Where’d you hear that?” Scott asked casually, not denying the claim.

“From fucking Lindsay of all people! She wanted to know how long it’d be going on – how come everyone knew before your best friend?!”

You looked at Scott and to your surprise, he shrugged.

“We were going to keep it a secret.”

That was when the rest of the group sat down at the table.

“So it’s true then?” Lydia asked, looking between you and Scott and he took your hand, giving it a small squeeze.

“Yes, we’re dating,” and then he looked at you, “and we’re going to get a discount at the Canary. I want to cry rainbows.”

You knocked at Scott’s front door on Saturday night, ready for your fake date. The two of you had found the whole fake dating thing to be rather amusing, promising each other to keep it up until after the restaurant date and then saying that you would break up afterwards because you realised you were just ‘better off as friends’.

As Scott didn’t have a car you said you’d drop by his place after he was done practicing lacrosse with Stiles and Liam that day. Usually you didn’t mind just going on the back of his motorbike to places but tonight you actually got dressed up a little bit and you couldn’t risk having helmet hair or your makeup getting smudged.

“(Y/N)!” Melissa grinned as she opened the door, “come on in. Scott got home later than expected and he’s nearly ready. God, I’m so glad he finally got the guts to ask you out. He’s always gushing about his feelings for you and how he just doesn’t know what to do about it. He adores you, really.”

“Really, mum?” Scott said, knowing he was too late in defusing the embarrassing situation as he came walking quickly down the stairs.

“I’m your mother, it’s my job to embarrass you,” Melissa teased, “I guess that’s my cue to leave the two of you alone. Have fun – be safe!”

You only managed to yell a goodbye because Scott was pushing you out of the door, eager to get out of the situation.

“Don’t,” he warned, knowing you were ready to mention what had just happened, “you look amazing, by the way.”

“It’s not often I dress up like this so you better appreciate it. So should the discounted food, which I’m highly looking forward to.”

The Canary was filled with couples of all ages and you and Scott fit right in as plates of food were being placed in front of you.

“Are we going to be able to eat this all?” you asked.

“(Y/N), I’m a guy who also happens to be a werewolf. I could finish all of this on my own.”

He had a fair point.

The two of you were complimented several times by waiters for being such a cute couple, you both accepting these compliments graciously but with bright red faces. Ever since Melissa made the comment earlier about the two of you, you couldn’t help but wonder if she was joking because you’d always thought it was just you that liked him.

“What is it?” Scott asked, noticing your wondering expression. You gave a small shrug, feeling awfully shy which you weren’t usually like around him.

“Do you really gush about having feelings for me?”

This time, he was the shy one. Scott poked at his food, his cheeks reddening which they had been on and off throughout the night.

“I wouldn’t say I gushed about it,” he finally admitted, “but I do talk about liking you a bit.”

STILES STILINSKI

Saturday night had been a blur. The last memory you had was agreeing to do shots with Stiles and the next day you woke up safely tucked in bed (thanks to Scott) just before you launched yourself to the toilet to begin your day of being hungover. You felt like shit. And even on Monday morning as you walked into school you had a faint throbbing in your head and you were drinking more water when Stiles arrived.

“I’m never drinking alcohol again,” was the first thing you said to him, noticing he looked a similar way to you.

“Tell me about it,” he agreed, “but we say that all the time.”

You leaned against his side, waiting for the others to arrive when you got your first ‘congratulations’ from someone. Neither of you were sure what the person was congratulating you on but you thanked them anyway. Then it happened again when a girl from your English class walked past, lifting her hand to high five you.

“I heard about Saturday! It’s about time you two got together!” she said excitedly before walking into school.

“Do you have any idea what’s going on?” you asked, confused as to what you just witnessed as Stiles shook his head.

“I spent yesterday in the toilet. I didn’t even turn my phone on because the brightness made me sick.”

You waited a little longer and then Stiles suddenly perked up.

“Dude, there’s Theo. I saw him at the party on Saturday with that guy – I think he’s trying to get him to join his weird ass pack,” Stiles tried to tell you quietly, hoping that Theo was listening in.

“Or he could be into guys?”

“Well, you two were certainly a sight for sore eyes,” Kira suddenly said, appearing beside the two of you and making you jump. When she noticed the confused, she elaborated. “On Saturday, I mean. I didn’t know that getting the two of you together meant getting you drunk and having you confess your love to one another but man, it worked. That was gross.”

You and Stiles nearly had a heart attack. Quickly, you stepped away from one another, sharing a confused stare just as the bell went. Kira looked between the two of you but didn’t say anything, leaving you two alone as she entered the school on her own. Rather than say anything, you and Stiles went your separate ways.

During second period, your phone buzzed in your pocket. You glanced at the message from Stiles which simply read to meet him at your spot. Your teacher was reluctant to let you leave but when you did, you nearly sprinted to the spot under the third floor corridor staircase where Stiles was waiting clearly agitated. It seems you weren’t the only one having people come up to you and congratulate you on officially dating Stiles and that many people saw your proclamation of love which neither of you can remember.

“Do you remember?” you began but Stiles suddenly pulled you to him, putting a hand over your mouth. You were confused, only to hear Theo’s voice echoing the corridor and you got the idea. You tried to listen in with him but Theo stopped talking and soon you heard footsteps coming towards where the two of you were hiding.

Stiles swiftly kissed you, causing you to freeze up. You weren’t sure whether to pull away or to kiss him back, only to understand what he was doing when Theo finally stopped in front of the two of you.

“Whoa, Theo!” Stiles pulled away, “can’t a couple just have a few moments of peace?”

Theo’s eyebrows furrowed, “so the rumours are true.”

“The rumours? Didn’t you see us at the party?” Stiles wrapped his arm around you and you smiled sheepishly. Your teacher was gonna be pissed at how late you were going to be.

“Must’ve left by then.”

“With your guy friend?” you blurted out and Stiles tried to stifle a laugh. Theo decided it was best to ignore you – which it was – and began to walk back to class that he was obviously avoiding as well.

You looked at Stiles with a questioning expression but he shook his head, “we’ll talk about this later.”

You never talked about it later but you had a silent agreement to continue the fake dating. Both of you watched one too many movies and had the idea that if you did the couple getting caught making out when you were actually searching into something you shouldn’t be then it was a win-win deal. You were just too nosy.

“We’re basically detectives,” Stiles said, the two of you hidden in a corner of a club watching a group of suspected chimeras. The two of you had been awfully touchy the past few days, both of you trying to convince yourselves it was all just a charade but it wasn’t. If you were able to convince your friends that you were dating, the people you were closest to, then it wasn’t really fake.

“Do you wanna go home and watch Star Wars?” you yelled over the music and Stiles leaned his forehead against yours.

“You are perfect for me.” He said, grabbing your and leading you out of the club. Your heart was racing and even when you got to the car, Stiles continued to hold your hand on the drive back to his place.


“For our detective work, right?” you said jokingly to him when he pulled into the driveway, Stiles walking quickly around to your side of the car to open the door for you.

Stiles leaned in and kissed you, “this has never been about the detective work.”

THEO RAEKEN

“Leave me alone,” you said for the third time to a guy that hadn’t stopped trying to chat you up during the last big lacrosse game. You looked around, trying to find someone you knew to go to for help but the crowds of people all looked the same.

“Why? You got a boyfriend?”

“Why should that matter? Leave me alone.”

You tried to remember how to throw a punch – you even considered making a scene by yelling loudly for the creep to get away from you. But your rescuer stepped out of the shadows, wrapping their arm around you and you nearly punched them in the face until you saw who it was.

“This guy bothering you, babe?” Theo Raeken said sternly and the guy put his hands in the air.

“Hey! No problem here, Raeken!”

“Really?” Theo stepped towards him, “because you better not be bothering my girlfriend.”

Despite how scared you were, your heart was filling with butterflies for all the wrong reasons. You had Theo in a few of your classes and god, you found him insanely attractive. He was always sweet towards you and now you were never going to be able to thank him enough.

“I’m not! I was just leaving, I swear!”

You’d never seen someone move so quickly.

When he disappeared into the crowd, Theo turned to you and gave you the most charming smile. You knew about his powers and was fully aware that he could probably smell your lust and nervousness.

“Don’t mention it,” he winked before disappearing as well and you couldn’t help but smile like an idiot.

The next week you were sitting in the library on your own when Theo sat down beside you again, putting his arm around you. Your heart got caught in your throat as you glanced up at him, Theo seeming very comfortable and casual with the situation.

“Didn’t you hear?” he said with an amused tone, “everyone thinks we’re actually dating. I want to make sure they continue to think that so those guys will leave you alone.”

“What guys?”

“Over there. They’ve been saying some disgusting things about you and either I beat the shit out of them or they just get too freaked out to do anything in the first place,” he paused, “you’re cute when you’re nervous.”

You ignored him, “so, what? You’re fake dating me now?”

“Do you mind? I think it’d be fun.”

Theo took your answer as a yes when you blushed and look hastily away.

The next few weeks went past in a blur. It all started out as a bit of fun and eventually you were comfortable enough with Theo to get a bit into it as well. He never did anything beyond holding your hand or wrapping his arms around you but soon you were beginning to realise you wanted more – and so did Theo. He tried to convince himself that he was just doing this as a nice gesture because he’d thought you were vulnerable but he came to realise that you were stronger than even he was. You impressed him and Theo found himself lying in bed at night wishing you were there and he got excited whenever he knew you were nearby.

It was another big lacrosse game and Theo was finishing up some personal business when he saw a guy attempting to take the seat that Theo had originally be sitting in and chat you up. He clenched his teeth, storming towards you and his heart jumped when you made eye contact and you smiled at him.

“Hey babe,” Theo said, leaning down to where you were sitting, cupping your cheek and kissing you hard on the lips. You froze up but kissed him back, the guy that had been attempting to hit on you moving far away as possible.

“Get a room!” someone yelled and Theo moved away, brushing his thumb against your cheek.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

Jeff Atkins Imagine #1

Yay im adding 13rw to my list of imagine… things anyways

I hope this is good because I legit love jeff but tony is my fav… and HE DESERVED BETTER and this takes place before Hannah and Jeff…. *cries*

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Originally posted by cynicalsunset

    Most of the time, you were the one in the relationship to get extremely mad. Sometimes your boyfriend Jeff was too nice for you, too calm for everything and that made you angry sometimes. Especially when you wanted him to yell and let his true feelings out. You could see veins throbbing in his muscular body when you two fought and it made you worried that one day he would explode. You wanted Jeff to get mad at you because it worried you if he didn’t.

And one day you had enough. You two (more like just you) had been fighting over the fact that Jeff seemed to be spending more time with Clay and his other friends more than he had been with you, and all Jeff could do was sigh and tell you he was sorry. 

“Y/N, baby I’m sorry. Clay’s been hanging out with Hannah and I know he likes her and I just want him to be happy. He hasn’t liked someone this much since kinder.” Jeff said as he watched you pace in the library, where Clay had just left from after helping him with his paper. 

There he was, giving valid excuses. Excuses that you actually thought were cute and didn’t want to stop, but you were so angry that he just didn’t tell you off. You would have liked it better. You hated that you were the bad guy in the relationship. 

“Come on, baby.” Jeff said, getting up from his seat and wrapping his arms around you from behind. He rested his chin on your shoulder as you stared ahead. “I’m sorry. I’ll take you to the movies tonight if you want? I’ll skip one practice just for you. The new Ouija movie came out yesterday and I know you want to see it.” 

You felt the heat bubble under your skin as you thought of his kindness, and when you didn’t answer Jeff placed a kiss on your temple. “You know I would spend more time with you if I could, Y/N. Please…”

“Jeff, stop!” You said sharply, pulling away. He looked at you while his jaw tightened. You could tell he was angry that you were still angry. You knew he hated that he was being honest and you were still being a bitch, and you hated yourself for walking away too. 

You ran out of the library, running at the back of Clay’s retreating backside, calling out his name. “Clay, wait up!” 

Clay turned around with his eyebrows furrowed, his mouth open slightly. “Hey, Y/N… weren’t you just fighting with Jeff?” 

“Jensen when you witness someone get into a fight you don’t ask questions three seconds later.” You sighed, before laughing at his expression. 

“Right.” He said, nodding and then continuing to walk. You walked with him, only glancing back slightly to see that Jeff was standing at the door of the library with his arms crossed. 

You turned away quickly. “You want to go to Rosie’s with me? My treat.” You asked Clay, fixing your shirt. 

“Uh, well,” Clay looked back as well but you stayed looking ahead. “I have work at seven so…” 

“It doesn’t take that long to eat a meal, Jensen. Come on.” You hooked your elbow with his and put on a fake smile, beginning to tease him about Hannah, who just so happened to be one of your new friends. 

~

It had been a few days since your fight with Jeff, and since then you had been ignoring him to your greatest extent. You wanted him to confront you, to tell you you were being a bitch, which three people had told you so far. You wanted Jeff to act normal. But yet despite the severe case of bitchiness you were showing him, Jeff still went out of his way to send you goodnight, goodmorning, and just in general cute texts. He kept apologizing, but that’s not what you wanted. You wanted him to be a human and get angry and yell, sometimes his perfect collect and physique got you. Sometimes it made you feel insecure because you weren’t like Jeff and you felt like you didn’t deserve him. Jeff deserved better

But on this particular day, after three consecutive days that you had been ignoring Jeff, you guessed it got too much for him. It was after a baseball game, and the minute that the game had ended and Jeff had won the game for the team you shot out of your seat like the rest of the crowd, yelling loudly. 

You threw your half eaten hot dog to the ground and ran off of the bleachers as the baseball team was walking to the locker rooms. Bryce Walker, a friend of Jeff’s, was walking right in front of your smiling boyfriend, both of them covered in red dirt and giving high fives away like candy. 

“Bryce!” You yelled out, catching the attention of both men. This was your last try at getting Jeff mad. At giving him a chance to explode on you. At being a little less perfect. 

“Y/N?” Bryce said with a little confusion and a lot of excitement. He held out his arms hesitantly and you shrugged before giving him a giant hug, laughing loudly. 

“Good game, Bryce! You did good out there.” Your eyes went wide when his hands lingered too low on your waist, instantly pushing him a little with laughter. “Any plans for celebration? I’ve got weed.” 

Bryce raised his eyebrows and grinned, twisting his bat in his hands. “Wow, didn’t know you smoked, Y/N! Well me and the guys are getting together for a little fun stuff. The hot tub will definitely be put to good use. Any chance you wanna share the stuff?” 

You could see Jeff out of the corner of your eye, his neck and temple throbbing with veins. He was getting angry. You still ignored him. 

“Hell yeah, I’ve got a new two piece I have to show off.” You winked cheekily and Bryce coughed loudly. 

“Of course your boyfriend would be coming too.” He said while glancing at Jeff. 

“So?” 

It all happened in a flash, one second you were walking next to Bryce and the next there was the clatter of a bat and you were swept off of your feet and thrown over someone’s back. It was Jeff and he was completely ditching his route to the locker rooms and was carrying you the direction of the parking lot, which was slowly clearing out. 

“We still on?” Bryce called out. 

You nodded while struggling in Jeff’s tight grip. Jesus, you had a good view of his ass and muscular arms. “Fuck,” You cursed. “Jeff, ease up a bit on the grip, I bruise easily.” 

Jeff said nothing but obliged to your request, his breathing hard and fast. Honestly, you were scared a little bit. You knew this is what you had wanted, but you didn’t exactly know what was in store for you. Was he going to break up with you? Murder you and throw your body in a ditch. Angry Jeff was unpredictable because he hardly ever existed. 

When you two arrived at his car he set you down a little roughly, throwing his baseball cap off of his head and running his fingers through his hair. “What did I do?” He asked softly despite his rough demeanor. 

You thought you had heard wrong. “What?” 

“WHAT DID I DO?” Jeff yelled loudly, his face going red. “WHAT DID I DO TO MAKE YOU SO COLD TOWARDS ME! I LOVE YOU, BUT Lately you’ve been acting like such a- such a- BITCH!” 

Part of you was relieved that he had called you that, but not when the guilt suddenly ate his features. “NO- no, Jeff! It wasn’t you oh MY GOD! It was me, Jeff, I was a bitch, I am a bitch don’t apologize.” 

“No, you’re not oh my God, I’m so-” 

“JEFF! Please don’t apologize! Do something! Call me names, yell at me, look at this point I don’t care! Punch me, let out your anger, Jeff! God, I hate seeing you like this, angry but you don’t do anything.” 

Jeff was confused, his chest heaving. “Baby, you know i hate being angry. It makes me feel like a bad person.” 

You let out a huge breath of air as you turned around in a circle, tugging at the roots of your hair. “Jeff,God, Jeff does that mean I’m a bad person? Jeff, you’re human it’s okay to be mad and it’s okay to yell every once in a while. Do you know how it makes me feel when you can do everything with so much kindness and positivity? It makes me feel insecure because I’m not as pure as you and I’m a big bitch. God, I love you, Jeff, but please just get angry at me. It is my fault.” 

Jeff stood there for a second, staring at you and processing your words. His eyes gazed over your face and you shifted uncomfortably after a second. Then, without warning he surged forward and kissed you sweetly and despite his sweaty hands and body he tasted like mint. 

When he pulled back he smiled and shook his head. “You ignored me for three whole days because you were angry that I never get angry? That’s kind of ridiculous, babe. Listen, I do these things, I put up with you even when you’re irrational because I know you feel bad when you do it. I know that it doesn’t matter how long it takes you always apologize. Let me guess this way your last attempt?” 

You grumbled slightly because Jeff was grinning down at you now, his hands on your shoulders as his fingers squeezed you lightly. “Yes.” 

“Baby, in so many ways it makes you better than me, because I bottle those emotions up. One day I told my mom off because I was angry at Zach and I didn’t do anything about it. He doesn’t know that breaking my lucky bat was wrong because he thought I was okay with it, because I didn’t get angry. Please, Y/N, don’t feel insecure with me. We’re both a little rusty on our humanity skills baby.” 

You nodded and Jeff did so too, placing his forehead across yours as he smiled before enveloping your lips in his, his teeth grazing your bottom lip teasingly. “I love you, Jeff.” 

“I love you too, Y/N.” 

“More than anything in the world.” You both said together before kissing once more.

“Now let me tell you how hot you look when you’re yelling, Jeff.” 

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‘What are the Odds?’ (Part Two)

Summary: After a summer of messing around, you were now ready for your first day as a NYPD officer. However, nothing could have prepared you for the surprise that was in store for you. Your team consists of all your summer one-night-stands. What are the odds? (Modern-Day Alternate Universe Drabble Series, based off of ‘Mamma Mia!’)

Author’s Note: I made this one nice and long since you guys were so patient with me. Thank you guys for all of your feedback! It means a lot.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Words: 1,224

Previous Part: Part One

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Whipped…boyfriend!!!

“Boo!”

Y/N isn’t expecting for Harry to be surprised much, at least not for sneaking up on him.

“Y/N, love! I’ve missed ye’ so much, kitten!”

He tucks his phone into his back pocket before wrapping his arms around her waist and picking her up, a grin so wide and a feeling so comforting that nothing in the world could ruin the moment.

“Missed you loads, too, H!” She whispers into his hair, the feeling of his breath on her neck soothing her instantly.

Harry pecks at her neck before setting her back down, his eyes scanning over her every feature. His heart melts at the way she looks up at him, and when he sees her stand on her tip toes, he leans down to press his lips to hers.

It’s a playful exchange of kisses, with Y/N’s hands gripping at the sides of his printed shirt, and Harry’s large hands cupping her face. Kisses with open eyes and big stupid smiles. Kisses that don’t last longer than three second before their lips separate only to press together again. And in between them, Harry whispers ‘missed ye’ too much’ and ‘I love you’ in broken phrases.

Missed. Kiss. Ye’. Kiss. Too. Kiss. Much. Kiss.

He nudges his nose against hers lightly before pressing one last kiss to her forehead and wrapping an arm around her neck so it dangles over her shoulder as they begin to walk.

“Didn’t tell me ye’ were comin’ for a visit, love.”

Not that Harry minds, at all. He just would’ve liked to have been the first person she saw, not some random cabbie or whoever picked her up at the airport.

“Thought it’d be fun to pop by unannounced. Jeff pitched the idea after he overheard Mer talking to me over the phone. Said you could use a little company in that empty hotel room of yours.”

She bumps his hip with hers, giggling for a moment at the famous half smirk he gives her.

“Hm, well if tha’s why ye’ came here then I reckon we should get t’ tha’ empty hotel room, ehh?”

He’s stopped dead in his tracks, moving to stand in front of Y/N to look at her directly. And Harry can visibly see her tense up, the playful look she’d been sporting a few seconds ago gone.

“Y/N-” he begins, eyebrows furrowed into concern, only to be cut off.

“I’m sorry, H. I know it’s taking forever, but it’s just-” and she’s trying so hard not to disappoint him. She knows they’ve been dating far too long for intimacy not to be part of the relationship already, and it makes her mad that she can’t let herself love him in that way. Not because she doesn’t want to, she knows they’re meant to be together, she just doesn’t feel ready yet.

“No. No, kitten, you’ve got nothing t’ apologise for,” Harry’s hands rub at her upper arms soothingly, hoping to assure her that he’s okay with it, “m'not ever g'na rush this. I want ye’ t’ be sure when the time comes that you want it as much as I do.”

“But I know that it’s frustrating and-”

“-and m'g'na wait as long as I’ve got t’. M'not g'na love ye’ less b'cos of it. Jus’ wan’ ye’ t’ be sure, love.”

He gives her that smile. That toothy smile that can make all their problems fade into nothing. And so she smiles, too.

“Tha’s m'girl.”

***

“Well would ye’ look at this lovely picture.”

A 'wuh-PSSSH’ sound follows the comment, a voice too familiar not to notice.

“Still whipped, mate?”

Harry just smiles, unwrapping his arm from around Y/N to stand up and greet his friend in a proper hug.

“Oh, look at this,” Y/N can hear Harry coo before she’s even got the chance to slip out of the booth they’re currently sat at, “Freddie’s here!”

And to say he completely disregarded Louis at this point would be an understatement, he might as well be invisible now.

Harry stretches his arms out, and Louis complies at letting him hold his one year old.

“Nice t’ see ye’ too, Harry. I’ve been great, thanks mate.”

Harry pays the sarcasm no mind as he sets the baby on his hip, and instead smiles and coos at Freddie who looks up at him with happy eyes.

“Don’t worry, did the same to me earlier.” Y/N laughs at the thought of Harry having left her side with out a second thought to hold who she came to find out was an adorable little baby girl named Ruby.

Louis welcomes her into a hug, whispering a low 'outta have kids then’ in her ear.

And that warms her heart. To think that one day, she’ll be lucky enough to welcome a lovely little human that’ll be a mix of her and Harry, she honestly can’t wait. But now she feels even more guilty.

But Harry smiles at her adoringly, baby Freddie in his arms chuckling and trying to grab at Harry’s short but now longer hair.

“I see you two are still disgustingly sweet as usual,” Louis comments.

Just the way Harry looks at you, it’s unreal and anyone who knew you both would swear you were meant for each other, even before either of you realised it. And that’s exactly what your friends thought. Seeing Harry look at you the way he did at the many dinners and house parties everyone would gather for definitely added to those thoughts.

And you two have been practically inseparable ever since New York. You were glad Harry had gathered up the courage to find you that night, don’t know if you’d be in this position if he hadn’t. You were glad he was hell bent on not leaving that hotel room until things were cleared up because “really miss m'best friend. Tell me wha’ I did so I can fix it, kit'en.” And you were glad he’d said those three words that solidified the fact that he was there to make sure you were his, even though you had been all along.

“Will be. So long as this one will have me,” the press of Harry’s lips to Y/N’s has Louis grunting in pretend distaste.

“Better get going, don’ wanna interrupt Harry still being whipped.”

Harry hands Freddie over with a pout.

“Still no complaints though.”

***

To say everything is going perfect would be an understatement. Harry’s music is being praised and appreciated and Y/N can’t explain how happy it makes her that Harry’s happy. His performances are nothing short of amazing, and she loves seeing him gush over “they were singing along, babe! Just a great feelin’!”

She’s been flying back and forth along his side during all this. New York, London, Paris, and then back to New York. And Harry loves sharing this with her. He loves having her watching him from the side lines, singing along as she claps and gives him thumbs up and blows kisses at him for support. He loves getting off stage with so much adrenaline and kissing her so hard because Harry doesn’t take anything for granted, no. He’s thankful he’s getting to do what he loves and even more with his better half by his side.

“A'right. How do I look?” His jazz hands and that big smile plastered on his face are indication of just how hyped he is for this.

“I’ve never seen anyone pull off black better than you, H!”

And it’s true. Harry can pull off any colour. Blue, red, yellow, pink; you name it! But black. Black gives him a sexy sort of mysterious sophistication.

“Think so?” He looks himself over in the mirror, content at his choice.

Y/N looks at him through the mirror from where she’s sat on the couch of his dressing room, nodding a yes as she gets up to stand on the furniture.

“Please no stage diving today?” She’d be all for it, if it weren’t for the fact that he’s already tried it and it didn’t go as planned. She really doesn’t want him or any of the fans getting injured.

Harry only chuckles and nods in embarrassment as he strides over to stand in front of her, his head tilting up just a bit to look at her since she’s standing on the cushions.

“M'serious, Harry!” But she smiles anyway, arms lazily slung over his shoulders and around his neck. She brings a hand to tug at the hairs at the nape of it as Harry sets his at either side on her hips, thumbs rubbing at her hipbones.

It’s the last listening party before the album is released, and Harry’s pretty sure the second he mentions stage diving, Jeff will have him pulled off stage. Or carried because it is Jeff after all.

“I’ll try not to, kit'en.” Harry doesn’t know why it was a good idea to do it in the first place. But he had all that adrenaline and he was just so excited. Y/N of course had scolded him and slapped his arm after he got off stage because, “you could’ve broken something Harry!!” But he’d kissed the small amount of anger away.

“I’ll be watching from the sides?” Every time before a performance or an interview she says that, and every time she does Harry smiles just as big.

***

“Congrats, Ni!!!!!”

Finally, after a few months of all the boys doing their own thing, everyone’s finally got a chance to gather up at a small venue for Harry’s pre-launch party. Jeff had asked Y/N for help in terms of invitees, and it’d be outrageous not to have Liam, Niall, and Louis attend.

And so Niall is the last to arrive, and the moment he walks through the door, a very tipsy Y/N can’t contain her excitement at finally reuniting with another one of her friends.

“Oí, have enough drinks for the rest of us have ya?” Niall just about tumbles back with the sudden weight of her body as she throws herself at him, but he catches her in his arms and steadies her.

“You’re late mister,” she’s slurring just a bit, words somewhat coherent.

“Does 'arry know you’re drunk??”

He wraps an arm around her waist for support, in fear that she might be too over her head to even walk with out tripping and falling.

“Drunk? M'not drunk,” she pokes at his chest, and Niall only now notices the red cup in her hand threatening to spill over his shirt, “you’re just sober.”

He lets out a lively laugh. Drunk Y/N is something else, and he’s only ever seen her like this when Harry’s not really paying attention to her.

She hiccups and continues with a pout, “he’s over somewhere. With some girl,” she motions her hand around and nowhere in particular, again, the drink sploshing around in the red cup.

Harry hadn’t meant to leave her alone, he’d been pulled away from her side by someone he can’t even recall the name of, because that’s how out of it he is. So he’s been handed drink left and right, downing them with out retaliation because he doesn’t wanna seem like a downer. And although he really should go find his Y/N, he doesn’t think she’d mind if she’s having fun too.

But she’s not. At least not as much as she’d like. All she wants is for Harry to kiss her and hold her hand, because they’re both affectionate drunks, and it’s always a plus to annoy their friends in that way. But she hasn’t seen him in a while. Last she caught a glimpse was about an hour or so ago, when he was being led over to a group of people she doesn’t really recognise, and it made her notice how out of it she is. She doesn’t remember inviting half the people in the room, but the little attention Harry seems to be giving her has her drinking with out a purpose.

It reminds her of when they were only friends. In the same circumstance, she’d drink the night away in hopes of erasing the image of Harry smiling wide, eyes crinkled because some girl was whispering god knows what in his ear. He’d be hunched over just a bit to give the girl better access as she mumbled and giggled. And Harry would nod slightly before moving to whisper something back, face too close to her liking. But it, too, was always nothing, because shortly after she would have to turn away. Try to hide the fact that yes, she might have been staring at Harry for much longer than she’d ever admit to. And when he’d catch a glimpse of her doing just the same with a guy, giggling and whispering and smiling like crazy, he’d make his way over. Weaving his way around dancing bodies to get to her. And he’d smile that drink infused crooked smile of his before whispering something like “let’s get ye’ home, pet,” and leading her out of the place with his palm to her lower back.

So yeah, this sort of reminds her of old times. Only this time, they’re actually dating and he’s nowhere to be found.

***

Harry doesn’t remember getting home. He doesn’t remember taking off his clothes either.

In fact, the last thing he remembers is Y/N kissing at his neck and tugging at his pants.

And..oh no. If that’s how…if they were both drunk and-ah shit! Neither of them were suppose to be drunk when it finally happened. Harry wanted to make sure she would be okay with everything going on. He would have wanted to whisper how good she was taking him. Wanted to assure her that he was there with her, that all he wanted was to make her feel good. Harry just wanted to make love to her the right way.

And now he doesn’t even remember half the night.

So he brings his hand over his face, because not only does he not remember, he also doesn’t recognise the room he’s woken up in.

And then he looks beside him at the body under the white sheets.

He doesn’t recognise the person he’s woken up next to.

That’s not his Y/N.



Whipped…Boyfriend!!! Pt.2

Take Care of You (Peter Parker x Reader)

Requested by: @chris-evans-imagines

Character Pairing: Tom Holland’s Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 2,437

Warning: None? Actually, nevermind, the warning is the cheesiness I’m sorry lmfao.

Summary: You and Peter are supposed to have a night of fun celebrating, but periods always tend to show up at the worst of times.


Normally, when people think of high school couples, they instantly imagine two people who can’t keep their hands off each other, yet at the same time are unable to hold a full conversation before a screaming match ensues. You were familiar with all the phases of couples. First it was the honeymoon phase, where everything seems perfect and almost like a fairytale come true. Then, there came the moment when the people in the relationship realize that not everything is going to be happy all the time. After that, it was just a downward spiral. Unfortunately, this is true with most couples you know at your school.

But not you and Peter.

Today was officially going to be your one year anniversary with him, and despite what everyone at your school said, you two managed to stick together through it all. Everyone expected the both of you to be the typical kind of couple you see in high school, imagining you’d both be sick of each other by the first month of dating, but that wasn’t the case.

Peter is so different from all the other guys that you know, and you couldn’t be happier dating him. He is so sweet, and caring, and just an all around amazing guy. When you two first started talking, he sometimes became a clumsy, stuttering mess, just because he was so nervous around you, which made your affection for him grow even more. Looking back, you can still picture the pink tinge to his cheeks and the way he would scratch the back of his neck every time he approached you. Even to this day, he’ll sometimes get flustered in front of you–not as much as before, but it still makes you giggle in adoration. You honestly can’t believe how lucky you got to be able to call him yours.

You knew Peter had something planned for your anniversary, but to your frustration, he refused to tell you what it was. You’ve never been the type of person to give up though, so every single time you would see him in the hallways between classes, you’d pester him nonstop about the surprise. Still, he wouldn’t give into telling you. It got so bad to the point where Peter would quite literally run away from you and hide in the boys’ bathroom until you would leave him alone. You were fully aware he thought this whole situation was the funniest thing ever, as you had heard him laughing to himself through the door of the bathroom. That boy loves having his share of secrets.


When you got back to your apartment from school, you couldn’t wait for whatever Peter had planned for the two of you. No matter what it was, you knew it was going to be special. He wouldn’t admit it in a million years to anybody else, but he was quite the romantic in his own adorably shy way. It isn’t rare for you to have cute little messages written on the window to your bedroom in his spider webbing, sometimes left with little presents. It didn’t matter what the two of you were doing, he was always trying to make it as heartfelt as possible, which made your heart flutter in a way you’ve never felt with anyone before you met him.

As you were contemplating on what to wear, a familiar cramping pain in your lower abdomen started forming. It felt like someone was taking knives and stabbing you in the stomach over and over again, and the worst part was that the pain was just getting started, growing more intense by the second. This certain feeling of discomfort could only mean one thing: your period. Of course it comes on the night of a big celebration.

Grumbling to yourself about the horrible timing to your period, you clutch your lower stomach while walking into the kitchen to find the pain medication. As you opened the cabinet to where all your medicine was stored, you realized the Advil wasn’t to be seen after digging through the shelves. Where was it? It couldn’t have just grown two legs and walked away.

When you started thinking back to when the last time you saw it, everything clicked. Your parents had gone away to the lake house your family owned–they tried to get you to come with, but you insisted on staying back due to wanting to spend time with Peter. Your mother must’ve packed the medication she thought she might need away for the trip.

After making a quick stop to the bathroom, you stumbled back to your room and slipped under the covers of your bed. As the pain was at it’s worst, you just curled into a ball, willing yourself to think of other things so you would be distracted from the cramps. More than once did you contemplate whether or not you should bear through all of this and just get up and go to the pharmacy for some meds, but always ended up deciding against it.

It wouldn’t be long until Peter gets here, which made your heart ache. You weren’t so sure if you could even get up to do whatever he had planned. All you could hope for is that you’d miraculously feel better, which is very doubtful to say the least.

You watched the sun go down through your window, the light streaming in causing a golden effect in you room, which was, for some reason, making you sleepy. You tried to fight the feeling of your eyelids getting heavier and more weighted down, until finally giving into it, letting them close completely while drifting off into a peaceful sleep.


A muffled knock at your window followed by a, “[Y/N], wake up,” snapped you out of your dreams, causing you to groggily open your eyes. You had hoped that the nap would revive you a bit after you woke up, but the opposite had occurred. It felt like you had gotten hit by a bus. Multiple times. Now, not only were there the cramps, there was also a dull ache in your lower back that you felt as soon as you sat up.

Your looked towards your window, meeting the eyes of your boyfriend, Peter Parker. Well, the eyes of his Spider-Man mask to be exact. Giving him a weak half-smile, you gestured for him to come in, watching him gracefully slide open the window and spring down to the floor. He whipped off his mask as he began hurriedly walking towards your bed, which you were still sitting in. Judging by the concerned expression he gave you, he could already tell something was up. You two knew each other so well, you were like an open book to him.

“Code Red,” was all you managed to weakly mumble, your voice sounding hoarse even to your own ears.

Peter’s eyes widened as he immediately knew what this meant, for the two of you made this your phrase every time you got your period and had to cancel plans. Which surprisingly, happened a lot. Cheesy–and ironic–as the code name is, you actually liked that it was your thing.

Normally, most teenage guys would be disgusted and stay away, but not Peter, which is another thing you absolutely adored about him. He may still be young, but he’s one of the most mature people you’ve met–well, at least when it comes to serious matters, such as this.

“I’m so sorry I don’t think I can… I don’t know…what I’m tryi-” You try to speak, struggling for words, but Peter cut you off.

“[Y/N], you’re fine. There’s no need to try to explain yourself,” he tells you in a quietly soothing voice, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His brown eyes stare intently into yours, searching them. “We’ll just do the surprise another night,” he said, while beginning to walk towards the fire escape. “I’ll be right back, okay?”

Without even waiting for an answer on your part, he stuffed his mask back over his head, and swung out the window all in a matter of seconds. You lie back down, snuggling into your blankets and deciding to put on a movie to kill time while you waited for him. Plus, it was a good distraction from the radiating pain that you felt everywhere on your body.

You weren’t even past the opening credits when all of a sudden, you heard a deafening, BANG. A loud shriek escaped your lips before you could stop yourself, and you jumped back instinctively, causing your entire bed to tremble.

“Relax, it’s just me,” Peter said, chuckling a little from your reaction as he climbed into your room. Your eyes flitted to a rather large looking duffel bag he was lugging, suspecting that was what had initially made the commotion in the first place. “Man, this bag is heavy, I almost ran into multiple buildings while getting back here.”

He plopped down onto the foot of your bed, once again taking his mask off while beginning to unzip the bag next to him. You were quite curious to see what was inside, so you crawled over next to him, peering over his shoulder as he opened it. “So I brought you some things I know you like,” he said as he pulled out various snack items that you had actually been craving ever since you woke up.  

You let out a squeal of delight as you wrapped your arms around his neck from behind, giving him a squeeze while you kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you so much, Peter!”

You didn’t realize you had such a tight hold on him until he choked out in an exasperated breath, “O-okay, I know I have superpowers and all but I can’t br-breathe very well with your death gr-grip on me.”

Instantly, your hands flew from him, and you let out a giggle at the fact he was being a bit dramatic–after all, you were just a teenage girl. “Sorry, sorry, I forgot how much of a wuss you can be.” You retaliate, knowing this type mocking would get to him.

He turned his whole body, his eyes teasingly warning you as he said in a low voice, “You’re lucky you aren’t feeling well, otherwise you’d be in big trouble right now.” Although Peter was good at sounding serious, you could tell from the way his lips were tugging at the corners he was trying hard to keep from smiling.

You shook your head at him, breaking the eye contact to grab the armload of food in front of you while saying, “Alright let’s get this show on the road, I’m voting for Disney movies tonight.”

As you crawled back over to the other side of the bed to snuggle in, you heard Peter groan a complaint at your choice of movies for the night. He pretended to absolutely hate them, but you knew deep down he enjoyed watching the Disney flicks. He was just trying to look manly, which made you slightly amused.

“Oh, one more thing, I forgot,” he said, pulling out various pain medications from the bag, along with a heating pad. “I know you probably already have something for your cramps, but I was already in the store grabbing all this other stuff.” He gestured to the various snacks surrounding the two of you.

You swiped the Advil out of his hand, hastily opening it. It wasn’t until Peter mentioned something did you really feel the cramps coming on–before, you were too busy talking to him to take notice to the pain. You mumbled a quick thank you before downing the pills, hoping they would kick in as soon as possible.

The two of you nestled up against each other while you pressed play on your T.V. You let out a content sigh as you put your head on his chest, finally able to relax when listening to his heart beat beneath your ear. He had his hand gently placed on your lower back, pressing the heating pad against it to relieve the back aches as you lay on your stomach. You drifted in and out of sleep to the feeling of him rubbing circles on your back and petting your hair softly.


 After a couple Disney movies and an ice cream carton in, you were now somewhat awake. You began to let your mind wander off, not really paying attention to the film. A certain thought that you found quite amusing drifted into your mind, and you couldn’t help it as you began to laugh softly into Peter’s chest.

Feeling his gaze on you, you crane your neck up to look at him. As your eyes met his, you could tell he was silently questioning why you had just giggled, knowing you would explain yourself. “It’s just… did you go into the store with yo-” You had to stop talking for a second as you felt another surge of laughter rise up into your chest, taking a few moments to regain your composure. “You went into the store… with your Spider-Man suit on?”

Peter’s cheeks turning a shade of pink gave you the answer you needed without him saying a thing.

A burst of laughter escaped your lips just thinking of Peter waiting in line as Spider-Man, holding all the snacks and other items in his arms. You could just imagine the look on the other customers’ faces, probably wondering what in the hell Spidey was doing at a drugstore. You would’ve paid so much money just to see a recording of that.

“Hey, don’t be laughing at me!” Peter whisper-shouted, his eyebrows furrowed defensively. “There’s not a single girl in Queens I would’ve done that for other than you.”

The way his eyes intently searched yours showed he was speaking the truth, which made your giggles abruptly stop. You were too focused on the fact that it felt like your heart was going to flutter out of your chest from the way it was pounding now. His words had that kind of effect on you.

“And that’s why I adore you so much Peter Parker,” you said so softly, if it wasn’t for his enhanced senses, he probably wouldn’t have heard it. “I couldn’t have asked for a better anniversary.” Your words obviously had just as an equal effect on Peter, as you watched his blush grow an even darker shade. You gave him a quick peck on the cheek before resting your head back down on his chest, soon finding yourself dozing off with a smile spread across you lips.


A/N: So I hope this is as realistic as possible for everyone that reads this, and if it’s not my apologies. I was just writing basically off my personal experiences, and my cramps are an actual monster. I just wish I had my own Peter Parker to take care of me ugh lol.

Also, as a little sidenote, I’m thinking about maybe creating a writing groupchat for writers that need helpful opinions while putting together a piece. I kind of want it to be maybe Marvel themed though? I don’t know, I just need more friends on Tumblr so trying to think of ways to do that! Let me know if this sounds like a good idea!

Tag: @devilsdaughter1225

Rings

So, I’ve always been fascinated by Harry’s hands. Men’s hands in general, really, but Harry’s hands are so nice and his rings are my downfall. And I noticed quite a while ago that he seems to never wear a ring on the ring finger of his left hand. And after it was brought up by an anon on @inwhichitrytowritesomething ‘s blog, I decided a short little oneshot was in order. This was supposed to be like fluffy and cute, but it took on a mind of it’s own somewhere along the way. I had to cut it off before I got too caught up with it. Otherwise there would’ve been a full blown sex scene and probably multiple parts, and I’m already committed to a multipart fic atm. So anyway, here it is.

Please let me know if you like it and if you’d like me to do any other short little shots like this in the future. I quite like writing them :)


“Oi, what are you doing?” Harry asked, walking into his girlfriend’s flat after a day at the studio. She was sat at the desk in the corner of her living room, laptop open to a Google search of him. “If you want pictures of me, love, all you’ve got to do is ask. Be more than happy to send you a few. I’m open to requests.”

She looked at him over her shoulder and rolled her eyes. “I’m not looking at you just for the sake of looking at you, ya dolt. I was doing some research.”

“Research?” he asked, more intrigued now than he was earlier. He sidled up beside her and crouched down so he was more level with the screen where he saw various photos of himself from all sorts of events and occasions. “What research, exactly? I don’t see any reason to these photos,” he admitted.

“Okay, not really research, since I can’t actually get any facts to support a hypothesis, and I don’t have one of those either. I was just curious, really.”

“About what, pet?” He reached his hand out and lovingly palmed at her thigh where she sat on the chair. She was dressed only in a pair of panties and one of his black silk shirts that he’d worn the day before and left at her’s this morning. Her skin was soft and warm and it was comforting to him after a long day trying to figure out the final touches of his album.

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Good Girl (Smut)

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Request: Can you do something like Keep It Down but with Aaliyah being in the room.

Word count: 3,512

I was lying between each of Shawn’s thighs on the couch, my back resting against his broad chest and his arms wrapped tightly around me.

We were cuddled up and tangled together under a warm blanket, watching some random movie on the TV that Aaliyah really wanted us to see with her. Aaliyah was lying under another blanket in the beanbag in front of us, resting her head on the edge of the grey sofa.

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Blizzard

Summary: You and your three-month work crush get stuck in a Target store when a blizzard hits town. Fluff ensues.

Author’s Note: To start off Marvel-ous July, here’s a winter season fanfic, even though it’s the opposite weather right now here in sunny California.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1,878

Originally posted by buchanstan

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FUTURE HEARTS | PT.1 [M]

pt1 | pt2 | pt3 | pt4 | pt5 | pt6 | (ongoing)

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: smut, angst, punk!jungkook

word Count: 14,241

description: It was everything, from his tattoos, to his touches, to the way sweat rolled down his neck as he strummed into his guitar on stage; everything about him completely enthralled you. So why are you now, two and a half years later, on a train to Seoul, telling a complete stranger the recollection of how you became fated to forever have scars on all of your future hearts due to the happiness, but most of all the pain, that came along with falling in love with Jeon Jungkook. 

note: inspired by the anime/manga “Nana”

cr.


The icy breeze whipped across your face as you started your approach towards the building. The speed of your heart was increasing with every step, your legs began to weigh you down like lead, and your breathing became harsh and ragged. Nerves were infecting your body, intensifying as you finally reached the automatic doors. You closed your eyes, taking in a deep breath before finally stepping forward. The doors opened for you, and the bustling Busan train station was revealed.

Noises echoed in every direction, you watched as people quickly rushed towards their trains, and you suddenly figured that you should do the same. You shook away your wonder as you started to go through bag check, but your eyes still managed to drift around the building that you remembered all too well.

It was quieter back then, or maybe it wasn’t. You might’ve just been so numbed by all of the pain you were feeling that you couldn’t sense anything else. Your eyes glided across the path that had been etched into your mind for the past year and a half.

“I know it doesn’t seem like it, but I love you so much. I really fucking do.”

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crossing the line | 02

genre ➝  teacher!au, college!au, smut
word count ➝  4.8k

part one. 

summary: Taehyung ran a hand through his hair and sighed, trying not to smirk as his mouth fell open, “Then you have to promise me something, Y/N,” he said, staring at you with a dangerous glint in his eyes that screamed pure lust, “You can’t tell anyone. You have to keep this between us.”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

“Jungkook,” you whined, stretching out the vowels in his name as you sighed, “I thought you said you knew where we were going.” You added lightly, padding down the sidewalk just a couple blocks away from college as you let your pace quicken after his. 

Taking a second to slow down, he glanced back at you, “And I do,” he returned, his tone soft – almost sounding as if he was trying to calm you down, “Now come on.” He smiled as he gripped your wrist, surprising you a little as you froze but he merely yanked you from the slightly crowded sidewalk so you could scamper across to the other side of the street, just before a vehicle sped past you.

You were on your way to the shopping centre to get some new clothes for the new you. You wanted to reinvent yourself, to be completely bold – to feel super confident engaging in the unexpected. You could be whoever the hell you wanted to be as no one really knew you personally here, and that was the true beauty of this place. You didn’t want to be the lonely, quiet girl anymore and you sure as hell didn’t want to be shy and insecure anymore – you wanted to be the girl of Mr. Kim’s dreams.

You wanted him

Finally, your mind stopped wandering as Jungkook slyly laced your fingers together, causing you to spare a puzzled look down at your hands. You didn’t know what to make of it so you didn’t let go. Although it felt kinda weird, you were still sprinting quite fast and you merely brushed it off, shaking your head a little as he had quickly become your only close friend at the college.

Friends. That was all you were. 

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The Rebound

It was supposed to be shorter (; ̄д ̄)

(Also posted on AO3)


Draco ran his finger along the rim of his empty glass absently. The edges of his vision swam as he looked up at the bartender who raised a single perfectly groomed eyebrow at him.

“Another?” she asked.

Draco closed his eyes briefly, squeezing them until they ached, “Bring me… whatever’s next on the menu.”

“Yeah, alright,” she smirked, taking his empty glass, “What did you think about the French 75 then?”

“Nice, lovely,” Draco said absently, not entirely sure he could remember precisely what the last drink had tasted like.

“One Dark n’ Stormy, comin’ up,” she said brightly.

Draco sighed he fished a few more muggle notes from his pocket and shoved it on the other side of the bar. She had been very friendly all night not that he was surprised. There weren’t many people in the bar on a tuesday evening, much less a sad drunk wizard who was likely overpaying a great deal because he honestly couldn’t be arsed to check the numbers on his flimsy paper money.

He ignored her attempts at conversation when she returned and took the tall glass of what tasted like rum and ginger beer. Draco was prepared to stumble through something approximating a conversation when someone sat beside him, ordering a rum and coke and sending her off.

Draco blinked, his brow furrowing, the voice beside him had sounded familiar. Draco turned slowly so his head wouldn’t fall off and found the other bloke watching him curiously. The other bloke that looked remarkably, disturbingly, identical to Harry Potter.

Potter tried on a hesitant smile, “What’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?”

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Pool Fun: Part 2 (Peter Parker x reader)

Hello babes! I hope your day is going well. So, by popular demand, I’ve decided to do a smutty part two to this fic. I honestly didn’t know that you guys would like it that much, haha. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! I love you guys, you’re all amazing. xoxo

Description: You just left Peter out by the pool abruptly after a hot make out session and hint at him to come to your room to finish the fun you were having. 

Warnings: SMUT. 

Pool Fun: Part 1

MASTERLIST


You sauntered up the stairs, looking for Peter in your peripheral vision. He was still sitting at the edge of the pool, gaping at you. 

I guess he didn’t take the hint. Jesus Christ, Peter. You thought to yourself, stopping on the small landing between the two flights of stairs, turning to face Peter. He could clearly see you through the glass wall as you extended your index finger at him, curling it back to you, beckoning him to follow. Peter scrambled out of the pool, grabbing his towel, quickly drying off. 

As you watched him from above, you couldn’t help but crack a smile through your devious smirk as you saw Peter almost fall face first into the stone around the pool as he got up. You quickly slipped the rest of the way upstairs, trying to keep up your seductive and mysterious act. 

Peter looked back up at where you were when he finished drying off his board shorts, finding that you had disappeared. He wrapped his towel around his waist and returned to the tower, following your route upstairs. A trail of water droplets led down the hallway, and he figured it was from your wet hair. It led all the way to your room where your door was slightly open. He stopped in front of it, taking a deep breath, trying to calm his arousal for you. 

“Come on Peter, don’t just stand there.” You could see the shadow of his feet from underneath the door, and you crossed your arms over your chest, the corner of your mouth pulling up into a smirk. The door opened slowly, and he stepped inside, closing it behind him. You bit your lip as you scanned over his still wet body, watching the water droplets fall down his toned chest. 

While you were off in a daze, Peter had began to walk towards you, watching all the water from your hair dribbled down in between your breasts. He pushed you against the wall that was a few feet behind you, colliding his lips with yours in pure lust. You threaded your fingers in his damp hair that was behind his head while he gripped your hips, surely leaving a bruise there to see the next morning. You moaned against his lips as he moved one hand up to your breast, kneading in roughly through your bikini top. 

“Take it off of me already, damn it.” You breathed against his lips, biting his bottom one, and tugging on it lightly. In no time, your top was literally ripped in half, laying on the floor. You gasped as he lifted you against the wall, wrapping your legs around his torso. 

“Jesus, F/N. You’re perfect.” Peter locked eyes with you before diving into your neck, sucking hard on your skin. You moaned underneath his touch, his hickeys leaving a trail to your breasts. Without warning, he latched on to one of your nipples, biting and tugging at it as he rolled the other in between his fingers. 

“Fuck…” You moaned loudly, filling the room. He carried you to the bed, letting you fall onto the mattress. His eyes were completely dilated with lust as he threw his shorts across the room, leaving you to stare at his hard erection. God, you wanted him inside you. You’ve wanted him for a long time now. He hovered over you, leaning down to kiss your swollen lips. He groaned, as you rubbed his length, his open mouth giving you access to explore his mouth with your tongue. You swiped it across his bottom lip, entering. His erection was throbbing in your hand, and you let go, not giving him his release. He growled in his throat, biting your collarbone. He was sure to leave marks on your body, so that everyone would know what he did. 

He threw your bikini bottoms across the room, positioning his the head of his cock at your entrance, swiping it along your wet folds. You moaned, your throbbing core unable to take the build up anymore. He pushed himself into you, the feeling of your tight walls around him, making his head throw back. Peter gave you time to adjust, and when you gave him the okay to move, he began thrusting in and out of you at a steady pace. Both of you said each other’s names like your life depended on it, the euphoria rushing through your bodies. He quickened his pace, beginning to hit your g-spot. You screamed out, clawing at his back. The line on which your orgasm was walking on was thinning out. You were approaching your release. 

“Shit.. Peter.. I-I’m gonna-” You were cut off by his interjecting voice. 

“I know, m-me too.” He knew exactly what you were saying. You felt his length twitch inside of you. You chanted his name like a prayer as your orgasm washed over you, all the way to your throbbing core. He followed close behind, filling you with his hot, white cum. 

As both of you came down from your highs, he pulled out, collapsing next to you. You both were breathless as you laid on your backs, staring up at the ceiling. 

“That was..” You chuckled out, turning your head towards Peter. 

“Yeah, like amazing.” He smiled at you, kissing you on the forehead. You cuddled up next to him, his arm wrapping around your body. 

“We should do this again sometime, Parker. We really should.”


Ahhh I hoped you liked it! I hope you day goes well and that you have some good food, Because who doesn’t love to have some good food? Anywho, let me know what you think, yeah? I love you all, xoxo.

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Mirror For The Sun - Part 6: Mt. Rushmore

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 5  -  Part 7

Summary: (Bucky POV) Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 3692

Author’s Note: Okay team, I love-hate South Dakota. I think that shows in this part. XD I hope you like it anyway. Fun factoid, so far I have been everywhere in this fic that I am taking you all, and by the end there is only one place that I’ll not have described from experience.

Originally posted by wanderluxx

I woke early this morning and made my way to the kitchen, Steve was already up, wolfing down a protein bar and preparing for a run. Not quite ready for conversation and definitely not interested in a run on my first vacation in years, I slipped silently past him onto the elevated deck that wrapped around much of the cabin Y/N had managed to find and rent for us. I have to admit after 14 hours of driving yesterday alone, most of those hours contentious and stressful, this cabin with plenty of room for the four of us to spread out is a much-needed reprieve.

As much as I hate to admit it, Nat knew exactly what she was doing convincing Y/N to map out this trip. She knows exactly how far is too far a drive for one day, when we all need space or when it’s okay to tough it out and share a small hotel. Just now the space and the quiet is a welcome change from the hot, overcrowded amusement park or the busy city streets.

I check my watch and know the sun must be coming up, but looking out from the roughly hewn pine railing, all I see are tall, dark evergreens covering the rippling hills in front of me. I can’t even see another house from here. The morning air is cold on the back of my neck since I’ve tied my hair to calm it, so I flip my hood up over my head and turn with a start when I hear her soft voice. “It’ll warm up soon.”

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“Why doesn’t he care?” 12.0

Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Angst

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Originally posted by kthish


Y/N’s p.o.v

“You can’t just ask a lady that Namjoon!” Jin scolded Joon for his sudden outburst. Gosh I’ve missed them. “Y/N could have been eating more lately Namjoon, be more sensitive.” He continued as they followed me through into the living room.

“No, it’s true.” I finally admitted, who would have known that letting such a big secret out would feel so good? It’s like a huge weight has been lifted off of my shoulders.

“Why didn’t you tell us? Is that why you’ve been so distant?” Jimin asked with sympathy in his voice.

“You could say that’s partly reason why, honestly there’s not much of a reason for me to contact and see you guys anymore anyway.”

“But we’re still friends Y/N, regardless of what happened between you and Taehyung.” Namjoon reassured and I just sat there and nodded, not knowing how to respond to that. I was getting more and more emotional by the second and I realised that I was back on that same rollercoaster that I thought I got off already a month ago.

“Noona, is the baby hyungs?” A tear slipped out of my eye involuntarily as I nodded once again confirming the truth. 

“How many months pregnant are you?” Hobi asked, I looked up at him and I could feel the sadness in his eyes. I knew he felt bad for me.

“Four months.”

“Aren’t you going to tell him?” Yoongi asked staring at me.

“I don’t know, I don’t know how he feels about me anymore - I wasn’t expecting much but after the last messages he sent he didn’t try to contact me again. He hasn’t tried stopping by either. So I don’t know. Even if he finds out, would we even have a chance again?” I asked, but the question was rhetorical since nobody knew the answer.

“You know Y/N he’s done nothing but sulk and is constantly pessimistic because he blames himself for what had happened.” Namjoon chimed in.

“He blames himself but he won’t tell us why, no one knows what really happened between the two of you.” Jimin inputted. I want it to keep it that way too Jimin-ah, I thought silently to myself.

“Noona you need to tell him.” 

“I can’t, I’m scared.”

“Of what?” Jin asked looking at me quizzically.

“What he’d say, what he’d do. I don’t want to be given false hope, I don’t want to be left alone and believe that I still have him around when I don’t. It’s hard to cope with when you feel as though the person you care about the most doesn’t feel the same as you do.” I couldn’t stop my tears from falling. I missed him, I never stopped missing him this whole time and carrying his child only reminded me of him more, every single moment, of every single day I was reminded.

“Look, even if it doesn’t work out which I doubt, between you two. He deserves to know that you’re carrying his child and quite frankly Y/N it’s selfish of you that you haven’t told him yet. Even if he hasn’t contacted you, you could have contacted him.” Yoongi was harsh, but he didn’t know.

“Selfish?” Hobi interjected, saving me again. “It’s not selfish of Y/N at all. He was a complete douche towards her, to the point where she couldn’t even go to him for help. I can understand exactly why she’d feel so insecure about telling him something like this because he might just not respond to it.” He was angry, he was even angrier this time round. I couldn’t speak as, no words would escape my mouth.

“Hoseok.” Jin warned for his sudden eruption towards his hyung.

“He didn’t go home for a few days, I’m surprised you broke up with him like that.” Yoongi took no notice of what Hoseok said and continued his rant.

“She was hit by a fucking car! She was left with a fractured rib, cuts and bruises and when she tried to call and message Taehyung he didn’t even give her a chance to say that she was hospitalised, he only called her annoying and clingy. He didn’t go home for four days and he didn’t even bother contacting Y/N to see if she was okay. She could have been sick, lost, kidnapped, anything! And he wouldn’t have known. She had to call me to and ask me to help her get home from the hospital. Don’t call Y/N selfish when you don’t even know half the story.” His outburst shocked everyone, including me. I cried silently whilst everyone turned to look. 

“Baby girl we’re so sorry, we didn’t know.” Jin, who has always been that caring older brother stroked my hair gently as if to reassure me.

“You guys wouldn’t have known because she told me to me to keep it a secret so that you guys wouldn’t lash out on Taehyung, when lashing out is all Taehyung did to her. She was being anything but selfish.”

“Y/N I’m really sorry.” Yoongi apologised for accusing me, obviously guilty now.

“Noona, I’m sorry too. I’m sorry I called you petty when I hadn’t the slightest clue.”

“It’s okay.” I managed to choke out and force a smile. Jimin walked towards me with a tissue wiping my tears, whilst looking at me with his watery eyes.

“We’re sorry Y/N, truly.” Namjoon said whilst holding my hand already kneeling in front of me.

“You guys didn’t know and that’s not your fault.”

“But still, we only really took Taehyung’s side without acknowledging your side of the story. So if you don’t want to tell Taehyung just yet then we will help you and we understand.” Joon gave me a small smile.

“No, I think I have to.”


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We Are Young: Chapter 6

Throne of Glass High School AU

Summary: Senior Rowan Whitethorn is new to town. It doesn’t take him long to get use to a new school, make new friends, even join the local hockey team. But it also doesn’t take him long to meet sophomore and figure skater Aelin Galathynius. And it doesn’t take him long to realize one thing; he can’t stand her.

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Elide couldn’t remember the last time she saw so many bodies packed into one area. She was pretty sure that by the looks of it, every teen in and around town had showed up to the party. Then again, why wouldn’t they? The Royals won - it was time to celebrate. 

The house lights were off and the house was lit by different strobe and laser lights someone had set up. Music blasted through huge speakers in the living room. There were drinks, bottles, and cups, littered in every room of the house.

Elide stood next to Manon as she chatted away with Asterin in the corner. The misery she’d been feeling for most of the night wrapped an angry hand around her heart and squeezed.

A mournful sigh made it’s way out of Elide’s lips as she slipped her coke. It was times like this, when there were people all around them, kissing and dragging each other off to more private rooms in the house, when it was difficult not to just touch Manon. She wanted nothing more than to hold her hand, place a kiss on her lips, or drape herself over her. But she couldn’t bring herself to. And being around other couples didn’t help.

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Break-Up (Peter Parker x Tony Stark's Daughter!Reader)

Request: Hiii can I request where you’re Tony’s daughter and he forces Peter to break up with you thanks

(A/N) Again, so sorry for posting so late. I’m swamped with school work, but I promise to try to write and post more often. Honestly, I’ve had this stuck in my inbox for a week and kept forgetting to post. Sorry.

“Get away from my daughter.” Tony Stark’s voice was laced with venom, and although it wasn’t raised, seemed to boom with thunder. 

“Mr. Stark, I don’t know what you mean!” Peter Parker panicked. He was working in the lab that Tony let him borrow from time to time when Mr. Stark himself walked in, threatening him before they even exchanged hellos. 

“I know that you’re,” Tony quoted the air, “‘seeing’ my daughter. You better stop before you ruin your chances at a career here.”

Peter was at a loss for words. He’d been seeing (Y/N) Stark for a few months now, but it’d never dawned on him that perhaps her father hadn’t known about their relationship. 

“You don’t understand–,” Peter was cut off.

“No, you don’t understand. Heroes like us, we can’t have people we love. That’s not a thing we’re allowed. We’re expected to save the world, and live miserably. What happens if you get hit a little too hard one day, and you don’t come back? I’m supposed to deal with her hurting alone? And if someone were to find out about you two? You have more enemies than you think, Parker. And if she gets caught up into this because of you, I’ll kill you myself, no hesitation,” Tony Stark was standing closer to Peter know, towering over the teenage boy. 

“Wh–What do you expect me to do?” Peter asked, his voice shaking over Mr. Stark’s intimidation and threats. 

“I expect you to break up with her before you make it harder for the both of you. Or else, someone might hear a rumor about a teenage boy from Queens who, surprisingly, has been off fighting crime in the streets. Got it?” 

“Yeah, yeah,” Peter looked down at the technology in front of him. The newly crafted web shooters he had been working on suddenly lost interest to the teen and he began breathing heavily over the pressure of what has to be done. 



“(Y/N)? You in here?” Peter called through the hallway, he stuck his head in one the door of the one of the many labs Stark Tower has, luckily choosing the one I was in.

“Hey, how are you?” I asked, a large smile plastering itself across my face. “What’s up?”

Peter’s smile instantly disappeared. He avoided my glance; opting instead to tinker with some machinery on the table next to him.

“Oh, nothing, I just wanted to talk, that’s all…,” Peter’s voice was quiet.

“Sure, what about?” I asked, hopeful despite his tone.

“It just seems like…,” He sighed. “I don’t know how to put it.” He closed his eyes, placing down the metal he was touching. “Is this the—”

“Peter, are you breaking up with me?” I interrupted his stuttering, getting straight to the point.

He looked away. His eyes glazing over with tears. I couldn’t look at him anymore, scared his tear-streaked face would make me cry.

“I’m sorry—,” His voice cracked under the weight of his emotions.

I walked out of the lab, leaving various chemicals lying around; half-done projects on the tables to be completed later. I stormed down the hall, and waited until I turned the corner to start crying. I ran to my room.


“Hey… are you okay?” Dad asked me, coming up and placing his hand on my back. I quickly wiped the few stray tears and turned, smiling brightly at him.

“Just fine dad,” I said, doing what us Stark’s did best, hide our feelings. “I’m fine. I swear.”

I turned back away, hiding my face slightly from his view. His face was frozen with disbelief and disappointment, he must’ve been glad I wasn’t looking at him. He was so disappointed that I refused to tell him what was going on, how I felt about all of this…

“Parker’s a great kid,” Dad interrupted my silent thinking. “We should talk about this.”

“I’m fine!” My voice raised, “He meant nothing to me!” I was shouting louder now. “He was nothing but just another warm body to keep me company in this cold tower!”

Tony looked at his daughter, sadness filling his eyes, because he had broken her beyond his control; he was the cause of her hidden emotions, and he couldn’t bare the thought of making her follow in his footsteps, someone who was notorious for their playboy motives.

“I’ll leave you with your thoughts for a bit.” Dad’s hand was on my back again, rubbing circles around my shoulder blade. “I’m right outside if you need me, okay?”

I nodded in response, looking up and meeting his eyes, a small smile resting on my face.

“See you later, bud.” Dad leaned down placing a small kiss on my forehead. He walked over to my open door and stood for a second, looking back into my mess of a room, before continuing out, closing the door beside him.

The door wasn’t closed all the way before the tears came streaming down my face. There wasn’t anyone in this world I had loved more than Peter.