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Pushing All my Buttons

Prompt/Summary: You and Steve know all the right and wrong buttons to push

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: OMG, the cursing.  There is a lot.  So much. 

Word Count: 3668

Author’s Note: Is there a better trope than enemies to lovers?  I dare you to name it.  I wish I were better at writing sex scenes.  Maybe I need to bribe someone to write the second (smuttier) chapter to this. 


Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

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being as in love with you as i am

rating: soft

word count: 905 words 

focus: dong sicheng/winwin

(note: thank you to the anon that requested this i am so happy to be able to write about sicheng you made my heart do flips i love you! for the softest most beautiful boy in the world)

Originally posted by bb-marklee

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I Just Wanna // Lee Taeyong

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the prompt: I would like to request/suggest two song based scenarios, the 1st one based on “I just wanna make love to you” with Taeyong.

words: 1195

category: fluffy fluff

author note: i realize the chorus is kinda angst so i cut the entire chorus bc i wanted to write a husband!taeyong fluff. also i’m a pure bean so there is no love making in this. rather, it’s about the little things that make love so attractive to us :)

- destinee

Originally posted by haechanz

i am so very soft for this boy

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Enchanted | 3 (Final)

“Everyday if you want. Being with you like this is magic in itself.”

↠smut oh my god, plus fluffy jimin at the end↞

word count: 5.5k lordt

↠series: 1 | 2 | ↞

(a/n: this is my first smut and oh my god im sorry this is horrible /runs away/)




You weren’t positive on what it was, but for the past week you spent more hours studying than anything else. Whether it was in the study room in the library or in the comfort in your own dorm, you were hitting the books more focused than ever. But when you dug deep inside, you had a feeling as to what turned you into a study bug.

Park Jimin.

It was a known fact to most people that he excelled tremendously in his classes. He was already smart, but being on the basketball team helped discipline him to keep his grades high at all times. The two of you shared texts over the week, but it was casual talk about how both of your days were going, questions about psychology notes, and some flirting here and there. Jimin was a great guy and texting him lately helped you get to know him better than dirty words or breathless pants in between kisses.

Friday nights on campus were filled with nothing but partying and students freely roaming around. Instead of being apart of that crowd, you were sitting on the floor of your make shift living room completing your biology study guide and philosophy online post. Your roommate was going to be out for the weekend since her boyfriend flew in the previous night. This meant you could sing in the shower as loud as you want or walk around naked if you wanted to.

Your phone lit up beside you with Sana’s contact name on display.

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Sparks Chapter 11

Originally posted by closer-to-the-edge-of-glory

Pairing: Bucky(POV) X Reader(POV) ft. other characters from the avengers team

Word Count: 3.6K

Summary: Just Bucky and y/n casually being adorable best friends and talking about their non-existant sex lives.

A/N: This is a story about two people building a great friendship and then slowly falling in love. y/n is a strong, independent, and smart scientist. She meets Bucky when she wakes him up from cryo sleep and they become friends. This is going to have all the angst / best friends falling in love / fluff / drama / & eventual smut ;) that I can possibly fit in it. This fic is going to be looong! So far my document is like 40,000 words. So editing is hard If you catch any grammatical or formatting errors let me know.

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Flee (Spencer Reid x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys! I really liked this idea and I didn’t have any requests at the time so I decided to write it and I LOVE IT SO MUCH! I hope you like this as much as I do 😝
Warnings: fluff to the max, mentions of abuse, sexual assault, name calling
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Prompt: the reader escaped her kidnapper and comes to a strangers door looking for help
Request: ❌
Upcoming Imagine: part 2 of…
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Cold, harsh air stung your throat as you sprinted down a poorly lit street.
You constantly looked behind you to see if he was following you.
The sick man had you kept for 3 days and when he came to give you your daily beating, you used a metal pole to strike him in the head as you escaped.
You saw a familiar apartment complex and quickly ran up the stairs.
Your friend lived here, her name was Holland but you can’t remember what floor or number her room was so you pounded on a random door.
“Please open! I need help!” You yelled looking behind you.
It’s become second nature.
“Get the hell away!” You heard a raspy voice say.
You had no clue what time it was but you knew it was very early in the morning.
You looked for streams of light under doors, but there weren’t any.
You ran up another flight of stairs.
“Holland! Please tell me where you are! I need you I need help.” You yelled looking for any sign of a familiar number.
You pounded on doors, feeling sorry for waking anyone but no one answered, just yelled or kept quiet.
You started sobbing, knocking on the last door before you gave up.
You slouched down to the right of the door as you hugged your knees.
The beating, the yelling, the… assault, it all started flooding your mind again.
You cried and cried until the door you sat underneath opened and you saw a tall, young man with messy hair stand above you.
“Hey are you okay?” He asked noticing your stained cheeks as you sat at his door.
“Please I need your help. Do you know where Holland lives? Holland Reeves? She lives in this apartment complex and I need help.” You cried as he grabbed your forearms gently.
“I-I’m sorry I don’t know a Holland. You don’t look okay, do you…” he paused and his eyes widened.
“Are you… are you Y/N L/N?” He asked.
You looked up into his eyes for the first time.
They were so warm and welcoming.
You softly nodded, confused on how he knew your name.
“Hi um… my name is Spencer Reid. I work for the FBI and we… are actually working on your case. Oh my god… how did you escape?” He asked. “Wait… come in. Your freezing… I won’t hurt you. I’ll show you my credentials.” He said pulling you into his warm apartment.
You felt thousands of pounds lift off of your shoulders as he led you to his couch.
“I promise I won’t hurt you. Here look. I’m with the FBI.” He said handing you the black leather pocketbook.
You didn’t need proof that he was a good man, and he was very cautious around you, making sure your comfortable and unalarmed.
You nodded and handed it back to him.
He set it on the side table and kneeled next to you.
“Can I see your arm?” He asked holding his hand out.
You lifted your arm and he took it in his hand before examining it.
“Have you been punctured or injected with anything?” He asked gently setting your arm down.
You shook your head and he looked at your other arm.
His eyes trailed up to your face, where he observed your black eye and bloody face.
“You poor thing.” He whispered brushing hair out of your face, examining the open cut on your forehead.
“Can you tell me what he did to you?” He asked sitting next to you.
“He beat me, called me names like slut, bitch, starved me.” You said, the memories coming back as you named them.
“Did… did he sexually assault you?” He asked quietly.
You looked into his eyes and bit your lip before nodding as tears rolled down your cheeks.
“I’m sorry. No one deserves that.” He said rubbing your back.
You turned into his shoulder and started sobbing.
He awkwardly hugged you, placing a hand on your head and one around your back, being careful to keep his hands high enough.
“Do you want to take a warm shower? I can give you a change of clothes. They might be big but it’s better than this.” He said rubbing your bare shoulder that was only covered by a tank top strap.
You nodded and smiled for the first time in days.
“Okay follow me.” He said standing up and waiting for you as you took your time to stand up due to the pain.
He slowly walked you to his bathroom where he started the water.
“Is this okay?” He said after letting the water run.
You put your hand underneath it, de-thawing your cold hand.
“Yes that’s perfect.” You said.
“Ok good. I’m going to grab you a towel and clothes. I’ll be right back.” He said leaving before shortly returning.
He set the items down on top of the toilet.
“If you need me, I won’t be far. Just call my name, I’ll hear you.” He said before closing the door.
You slowly dropped your clothes to the floor before stepping inside the warm shower.
Goosebumps raised on your skin as the warm water cascaded over your sore body.
You saw the water tint pink as blood washed from your face.
You washed your hair with coconut scented shampoo and washed your body with a somewhat manly soap that smelt super good.
You turned off the water and got dried off fairly quickly, eager to sit down again.
You put on the soft button up shirt and sweatpants that Spencer provided you.
He was right, the clothes were huge, but so comfortable.
You carefully opened the door and Spencer immediately came around the corner.
“How are you feeling?” He asked inconspicuously observing you in his clothes.
“Much better thank you so much. I would probably be dead if it weren’t for you.” You said with a small smile.
“Of course. Do you like chicken noodle soup? I made some and I figured you were hungry.” He said awkwardly standing in front of you.
You nodded quickly and he led you to his couch again while he retrieved a bowl with steam pouring out of it.
He sat next to you and spooned a little out before blowing on it.
You were about to take the bowl from him but he shallowly pulled it away before looking into your eyes with sympathy before putting the spoon of warm soup in your mouth.
“Mmm.” You said as you swallowed the warm broth.
He smiled and spooned out more, this time with noodles and chicken.
“You know chicken noodle soup is the most recommended thing to eat when people are healing because it’s packed with nutrients. You get protein from the chicken, carbohydrates from the noodles and lots of vitamins from the broth.” He said before feeding more heavenly soup to you.
You nodded, not knowing what to say after his little rant.
“I know your capable of feeding yourself but I figured you were sore and preferred if I did instead.” He said as he continued feeding you.
“Thank you and sorry for waking you. You looked like I broke you from a peaceful sleep.” You said recalling his messy hair.
“What makes you say that?” He asked curiously.
“Oh um… your hair I guess.” You said as heat rose to your cheeks.
“Oh heh my hair is always like that. Awake or asleep. I wasn’t asleep so don’t worry. You actually gave me something to do rather than reread a book.” He said with a small smile.
“What are you doing up so late?” You asked taking more notice of his apartment.
The dark green walls, one filled with a bookcase.
“It wasn’t so late. It’s only midnight now.” He said looking at the clock.
Midnight.
It’s a lot earlier than you thought.
“Do you read a lot?” You asked pointing to his bookcase.
“I do yes. I’ve read them all.” He said as you took more soup on your mouth, almost spitting it out.
“All of them?”
“Well I have an eidetic memory and I can read 20,000 words per minute so it doesn’t take me that long.” He said with another beautiful smile.
“Wow.” You muttered under your breathe as you took the last bite of soup.
“Are you still hungry? I can make you more.” He said standing up.
“No I’m full. Thank you though.” You said hugging your knees as you sat on his couch.
“Are you allergic to anything? Can I give you ibuprofen, if you want it.” He said kindly.
“Ibuprofen would be great.” You said yawning.
You trusted him and you knew he wouldn’t give you any drugs or something weird like that.
He brought you two little tablets and a tall glass of water.
You took the pills and drank the full glass of water.
“Is there anything else you need besides sleep?” He asked.
“No but I need to thank you again. Thank you for saving my life and taking care of me. I don’t know how I can ever repay you.” You said standing up.
“No need. It was my choice, not a favor. It was my pleasure keeping you here. Believe me it takes a lot of stress away knowing your alive.” He said.
You felt tears fill your eyes as you heard his sincere words.
You lunged towards him and gave him a big hug.
He had no clue what to do but eventually, he wrapped his arms around you as well.
“Thank you so much.” You said into his chest.
“No problem. Um I can take the couch and you can have my bed.” He said leading you to his bedroom.
He turned on the light, revealing his big cozy bed that had at least 6 blankets on it.
You slowly crawled on top of it and pulled the blankets from beneath you.
“The heater breaks a lot so I have lots of blankets in case it gets cold.” He said lifting them for you to get underneath.
Once you did, he laid them on top of you and you swear you haven’t felt anything softer.
“I’ll be in the living room if you need anything okay?” He said.
You kept quiet, hesitating to ask for something.
“You do need something. I’ll get it for you, anything you need.” He said reading your face like the pages he was reading earlier.
“I’m okay. Thank you again.” You said with a smile.
He squinted his eyes at you. “Are you sure? Last call, just say the words.”
You looked at the lamp and then to the blankets that were covering your body.
“You.” You quietly said.
“M-me?” He asked, reassuring that’s what you said.
“I don’t want you to sleep on the couch.” You said looking up at him with a smile.
“Well… I don’t know where else I would sleep. I’ll take the floor if you want me in here.”
“I want you to sleep in bed next to me dummy.” You said laughing.
His face lit up with realization.
“Oh… are you sure?” He asked.
“Positive.”
He nodded and said “okay” before turning off the light and walking to the other side of the bed.
You felt the bed dip next to you and you turned to face him.
You both looked each other in the eyes in the dim moonlight.
“Thank you again.” You said with a smile.
“No problem.” He whispered.
You turned back around, facing your back to him.
A little later, you were almost asleep but you heard Spencer whisper something.
“Hm?” You mumbled.
“Can… can I hug you?” He quietly asked.
You smiled and nodded before feeling his gentle arms wrap around you.
Your back rested on his chest and you felt his hot breathe on the back of your neck as he traced circles on your wrists.
You eventually fell asleep to his gentle touch and shallow breathes.

Machetes and Mascara

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, 

Warnings: Fluff, Some slight violence, A touch of angst. Clueless Dean, Confused Dean, Clueless Sam, Smart Castiel, Unsure reader, Attempts at humor, Romance. 

Notes: So I wrote this for @chaos-and-the-calm67 , who wasn’t feeling good and wanted some fluffy Dean to cheer her up! I hope I did this justice!! This kind of fits in with my #LoveYourFlaws challenge, although there is no song. I just went that way with the fic, and I hope that it worked! 

Word Count: 4893

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Showering With Bucky Pt.2

NSFW NSFW

You invite Bucky for a shower at the end of a long day. SMUT

PART 1

Warnings: shower sex, unprotected sex (use a condom ya’ll) 

A/N: You asked for this…you got it. I’m so bad at writing smut. I hope it wasn't terrible. kinda sorta edited

Originally posted by pleasingpics

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Dean Ambrose - You Are Ridiculous.

Dean Ambrose - Prompts #87, #95 and #96: “You owe me big time”, “I don’t know how you convinced me to do this” and “Is that…is that my bra”. 

Request for -  Anon

Warnings - Swearing, 

Word Count - 

Originally posted by theb2knetwork

I flopped back down on the crumpled bed sheets next to my boyfriend of 8 months letting out another exasperated groan. “DEAAAAANNNNNNNNN” I whined throwing my head back against his muscular chest and looking up at him. He raised an eyebrow at me before turning his attention back to the shitty film running on the TV. I sighed and sat up; moving to straddle him, his eyes widened as my barely clothed frame came down on top of his.

“Can we please go to this fancy dress party that that Naomi and Jimmy have organised? Pleaseeee” I begged with my best puppy dog eyes as I lightly rocked back and forth on his waist, supporting myself with my hands placed on his chest. He rolled his eyes as he placed his hands on my hips to keep me still as he cocked his head to see past me to continue watching the TV. I pouted my lips and moved my body so it fully covered the TV. “C’mon Dean, it’ll be fun; Roman’s going and you haven’t seen him much since the draft” I pleaded in a last hope. I saw his eyes light up a little at the mention of seeing his ‘brother’, which reignited the hope I’d basically lost after asking for the 50th time.

“Fine. Fine! I’ll go, but you’re gonna have to get me something to wear…unless you want me to go as a nudist” he smirked as your lip curled up in sheer displeasure at his suggestion

“Eh, no thanks babe. You’re hot ‘n all that but, I don’t think everyone else would appreciate your junk just jiggling around all night. I’ll go out after I’ve showered to get you something and I’ll take my costume ‘cos me and all the girls are getting ready at Lana’s” I smiled rolling off of his hips. I squeaked as he placed a hard slap on my ass as I stood up; another cheeky grin lacing his face.

You owe me big time baby. Also do not buy me a ridiculous outfit; like if you buy me a fucking huge egg outfit or something” he warned and went to continue before I burst out laughing

“ AN EGG? Who the fuck dresses as an egg to go to a party? Where the fuck would I even find an egg costume?” I practically screamed through my hysteric laughter as tears rolled down my rosy cheeks. Through my tear clouded eyes I could see the rather amused expression on my boyfriends face as he watched on in bewilderment  as I continued my fit of laughter. “Right, right I’m going for a shower now!” I snorted as I stumbled into our en suite still laughing even as stepped into the shower.

When I came back from my shower Dean was still laying in the same position I left him; limbs sprawled out over the king sized bed covering the various scattered items of clothing from the night before. “I don’t know how you convinced me to do this” he muttered as he shook his head, sitting up from the bed slightly. “You know I despise these fancy dress parties” Dean frowned as he pulled me back down onto our bed and tickled my sides lightly. I squealed as his fingers attacked my sides, my hands rapidly slapping his arms in a largely in vain attempt to get him to stop. Once he finally stopped i resumed my previous position perched upon his waist, my hands resting lightly on his chest.

“I manged to convince you because: one, you loved me and two, you get to see Roman and you two haven’t seen each other properly in ages” I smiled as I towel dried my hair, still sitting on top of him. “Anyways, I need to head off. How about you head over to Jimmy and Naomi’s ‘cos i know Ro’s already there and I’ll bring your outfit when me and the girls arrive?” He nodded lazily as I climbed off of him. “Sorted!” I cheered as I bent down to kiss him just before I headed down the stairs and towards our car; leaving him to hopefully shower before he leaves.


After a stressful twenty or so minutes hunting around for a costume and another ten minutes sat in the shitty city traffic I had just arrived (fashionably late) at Lana’s house; where the (unnecessarily expensive) champagne was flowing, make up artists where rushed off their feet, the whole house was filled with the smells of about twenty different fragrances and costume elements laying around the entire space.

“Sup my bitchessssss” I screamed, wrapping my arms around the first people I saw, which just so happened to be Charlotte and Becky. All the girls cheered back, a mixture of different greetings reverberated around the room, I grabbed a glass of the champagne off the side and necked it. “I need to get ready for this partayyyyy” I once again screamed into the girls’ ears as I yanked my very stereotypical ‘sexy’ cat outfit from my duffel bag and headed towards one of the many bathrooms hearing Charlotte and Becky shake their heads with fond giggles at me.

After a painful 10 minutes of trying to squeeze myself into the ludicrously tight PVC one piece, I was finally dressed; now just to get one of the girls to do my make up and whiskers. I sauntered out of the bathroom and into the living area where all the girls where pretty much ready apart from Becky who was having her hair done and Lana who was having some sort of drama-queen meltdown over her glittery tutu.

“Meeeooowwww” Naomi purred with a comical cat claw motion aimed in my direction and a series of wolf whistles echoing throughout the room. I smirked and went and sat down in front of Leslie; who instantly began fixing my hair as another girl began on my eyes. “Gurll you look hot as fuck!” Naomi spoke, quite obviously already tipsy as she grabbed another glass of champagne and chugged over half of it with in 10 seconds of having it in her grasp. I laughed whilst trying to keep still as I sat patiently in the chair. Lana had just about finished her diva meltdown as the girls finished off my make up and hair; the drawn on nose and whiskers the only thing left to complete my outfit. In the short five minutes it took for everyone to grab their final touches to their outfits my whiskers were done and this sexy cat was ready to get absolutely wasted.


The girls and I all jumped into the luxury, completely pimped out limousine - complete with a rather attractive chauffeur. The traffic filled drive would definitely have been painful if the girls and myself hadn’t got caught up in the fancy limo treats, the music and the alcohol. Oh and gossiping about our men; that was pretty common occurrence between us lot anything from how annoying they’ve been lately to something we’d done in the bedroom.

Finally, the limo pulled up outside Naomi and Jimmy’s house; you could hear the bass of the dance music from at least 200 meters down the street and the crazy coloured disco-like lights were peeping from every window in the entire house.

“Oh my god! Naomi the house looks fucking amazing” Nikki gasped as she was the first to exit the limousine. We all followed suit muttering various thank yous to the driver who just nodded back. Naomi chuckled.

“It was all Jimmy, he went out and brought all the lights” she smiled proudly she was about to speak again when Tamina interrupted.

“Yeah, just wait until you see the billion glow sticks in colours I didn’t even know could glow in the dark that she made me pick up” Tamina grunted but with a slight laugh to her statement. All the girls laughed back as Naomi shrugged mumbling at her to ‘feel the glow’, which cause another wave of giggles of us girls.


Naomi threw open the door to her house; the blast of the loud music a shock to our ears as the group of us made our arrival known with loud screams of various words along with the shout of Jimmy as he swooped Naomi up and almost instantly began kissing her.

“Jesus you guys, get a fucking room” I spoke my voice becoming higher, they both shrugged and ran up the stairs much to the bemusement of the other girls and I. After that one by one the girls were collected by their men; Tamina and Nattie had gone off to the garden due to their other halves not being here and it just left me and Charlotte still standing in the entrance of Jimmy and Naomi’s home.

“Hey Y/N, where the hell is Dean?” Charlotte questioned me. “Didn’t you say he was going to be here” I nodded and checked my phone as I clutched the policeman outfit in my grasp; Hey, it was simple and not embarrassing. I pulled out my phone as saw the text Dean had sent me telling me he was here.

“Well, he’s here somewhere he text me, how about we go get drinks then go and find him?” I questioned in which Charlotte responded with a nod. We headed towards the drink room where we both made ourselves a Malibu and Coke. “Right, drinks sorted now time to track down that idiot” I chuckled, as Charlotte and I began making our way through the large house.

“Where the fuck can a 6′4 guy hide, for fuck sake” I flailed my arms in exasperation shouting to Charlotte over the loud music. After we had been looking for him for over twenty minutes.

“Oh sweetheart are you looking for Dean” a soft voice came from behind me; barely audible over the music. I spun round to Roman’s wife standing with Nia. I nodded my head rapidly. “The last time I saw him he was with Roman in the garden but I’m pretty sure Ro said something about the kitchen” she informed me with a heartwarming smile.

“Oh my gosh, thank you so much; knew them two would be together” I chuckled before scurrying off into the direction of the kitchen - Charlotte right behind me having said a short goodbye to Nia. We both stood in the doorway of the kitchen, only for our eyes to land straight upon my boyfriend standing practically naked, on the kitchen island dancing to ‘Hot in Herre” by Nelly. Worst of all was he - was he wearing a bra?

“Well, found him” Charlotte snorted taking a sip of her drink as I gave her an unimpressed raised eyebrow look for her remark as I shoved my drink and the costume I was holding into Charlotte’s arms.

“Yeah no shit, woman” I snarled at her comment. “Dean what the fuck are you doing?!” I screeched, marching closer towards the kitchen island; standing in front of Dean with my hands placed firmly on my hips. Whilst I could see Roman out the corner of my eye in a hysteric burst of laughter along with some of the other superstars. My boyfriend looked down at me and began to laugh as he jumped of the counter and landed next to me.

“Hey Babyyyyy” he slurred wrapping his arms around my waist, pressing his lips against my neck. The smell of liquor; mainly Jack Daniels radiating off of him. How the fuck was he already this drunk I thought to myself. My train of thought was broken when I saw a closer up the bra that he was sporting.

“Dean, is that…is that my bra” I questioned, pinging the strap harshly onto his bare skin; his facing scrunching up at the sharp pain. After the small sting had gone from his skin he started to laugh manically along with the rest of your friends who were all still doubled over laughing. I rested my head in my hands as i slowly shook it from side to side in some sort of embarrassment. “You’re literally ridiculous” I giggled, ripping the bra from his chest; effectively breaking the clasp in the process. “Go and put this on you fucking idiot” I laughed shoving the outfit from Charlotte’s hands into Dean’s”

“What ever you say sexy” he smirked, as he stumbled out the doorway. Bumping into a rather flustered looking Naomi and Jimmy; their outfits kinda askew and their faces flushed. Everyone in the room burst out laughing as the stood there in confusion whilst my head made it’s way back down into my hands.

Jesus Christ, this was already one hell of a night, and it was only 10.30pm. God help us for the rest of the night.  

Tag friends: @m-a-t-91@irish-newzealand-idian-dutch@youhoebag@wednesdayfrogg​ @drarry–love

A/N: Finally got this finished!!! Hope you enjoy it. Sorry it took me so fucking long guys!!

Fight (Grayson) (PART 2!)

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a/n: hahahah omg wow i’m so glad so many of you liked this imagine! here is the highly anticipated part 2, bit longer for you all. I hope you like ittttt xx

word count: 1460


Originally posted by perfectfeelings


‘If it’s meant to be, he will come after you.’ I chanted this in my head all the way home. I sat down and stared at the wall. What the fuck just happened. It was so easy to blame myself and over think what had happened. Was I a little dramatic? Should this be something I have to put up with? So many questions flooded my brain. No, I said what I wanted to say and I stand by what I think. If this is going to work we both need to be happy and I am not happy. I curled up in bed as it was quite late now and drifted off into a restless sleep. All I could think is ‘is this really the end?’


I laid on my back staring at the celling as the seconds ticked by infuriatingly slowly. I held up my phone to check the time, 5:05AM, a whole two minutes later than when I last checked it. This was driving me crazy, did he fall asleep? Did he leave the apartment in anger? Is he okay? Is he with someone else? Does he want to fix things? Maybe he thinks I’m asleep and that’s why he hasn’t called? No, he knows me well enough to know I could never fall asleep when things are this bad. And I know he wouldn’t either.

But this isn’t up to me to fix. I have said how I feel and told the truth. It is up to him to decide if this is all worth it and if he thinks he can make me happy. I groaned in frustration, I just wanted to hear his voice and get inside his head so I could know what he is thinking. 

I suddenly had a thought to check Twitter, Grayson was often known for tweeting his feelings in the heat of the moment. I opened Twitter and went to his account. 1 recent tweet, 7 hours ago.

“Why do I have to be so bad at communicating my feelings??”

I sighed, stared at the tweet for a solid couple minutes before throwing myself out of bed. I walked over to the mirror and started at the mess before me. Un showered, hair was turning into dreadlocks, yesterdays makeup was smudged everywhere and my eyes were red and puffy from crying so much. Just the state of me almost sent me back to bed to cry some more. But if this really was the end then I had to move on and now was as good a time as ever. 

I jumped in the shower and scrubbed like a maniac until I felt like yesterday never happened. Blow dried and curled my hair, beat my face like a God and put on clean clothes. My appearance had most definitely improved, my mood however, still as low as anything. 

For the remainder of that day I tried everything and I mean EVERYTHING to try and take my mind off things, nothing worked. I wasn’t ready to tell anyone what had happened, I just wanted to deal with it on my own. 

I heard my phone ring in the other room, the time was now 5PM, solid 12 hours of hell. I ran back into my bedroom and picked up my phone praying to see Grayson’s pretty little face on my screen. But again, disappointment filled my heart. It was one of my friends, I answered it reluctantly putting on my best fake happy voice.

“Hey whats up?” I asked her.

“Hey! I was just checking you were still coming to my birthday dinner tonight at my place?” She replied. Shit I had completely forgotten about that, Grayson was supposed to come with me as well. I debated it in my head for a second before deciding it was a good idea to get out of the house and socialize with people who didn’t know anything was wrong.

“Um yes of course I’m still coming, you are going to love your present!” I said in the most excited voice ever, how she didn’t realize it was fake amazes me.

“Aw yay, okay cool I’ll see you there at 7PM! Bye!” She said the last part so quickly I didn’t even get a chance to reply before the call ended. 

7PM rolled around as slowly as ever, I had changed my outfit and put a bit more makeup on. I grabbed my purse and a jacket and left my apartment. Half way to dinner, I drove past Grayson and Ethan’s apartment. I tried to not pay any attention but there was no use. Tears started to well up in my eyes causing my vision to blur. I tried desperately to wipe them away so my makeup didn’t get ruined. I reached to my purse and tried to grab out a tissue. I looked up at the road, noticing a red light directly in front of me. I was already going to fast, headlights and car horns caused me to freeze up. There was nothing I could to except prepare for impact. 


First all I could hear were noises. I couldn’t move or speak or really understand what people were saying. Then I could feel my weight and my eyes started to open. There was blood and glass and a lot of cars and people everywhere. I started to panic, not recognizing anything or anyone. A paramedic started to speak to me.

“Hey there sweet heart, you have been in a little car accident, nothing to serious you will be fine. Is there someone you would like to call to be with you?” She asked.

Even with all the chaos that surrounded me and nothing making sense, there was one thing that seemed very clear in my mind. 

I need Grayson.

I nodded at the paramedic and she passed me my phone which was in surprisingly good condition. I tapped his name, it rang for a second before being answered. 

“Y/n! Baby, oh my god I’m so sorry. Please come over and let me expla-” I cut him off mid sentence.

“No, Gray I got in a car crash and I need you.” I muttered between sobs. I passed the phone back to the lady and she explained where we were and what happened before informing me he was going to get here as quick as he could. In that time the doctors started to get me out of the car so I could get checked out at the hospital. They got me onto a stretcher and loaded me into the back of the ambulance. I kept asking where Grayson was, they said he was on his way but with the recent events I was so scared he had crashed too. Suddenly he was right beside me, knelt down next to me, sobbing into my chest. I stroked his hair and cried with him. 

“This is so fucked up.” I muttered. 

“I know baby I know but you have to let me make it up to you and explain because I can’t loose you.” He cried. 

“It’s okay, later.” I whispered back to him. He nodded in agreement.

We spent the next 5 hours in the hospital, getting checked over by countless doctors. All I had to show for my crash was a written off car, some bruised ribs and a mild concussion. Ethan came and picked the two of us up once I had been discharged. The ride home was pretty quiet, Ethan took Grayson and I back to my apartment before going home. 

I walked slowly inside and sat down on the couch. It was so hard to believe everything that had happened in the last 2 days. I have never been more exhausted. Grayson sat down next to me.

“I’m sorry for dragging you into this I just didn’t know who else to call.” I said softly, breaking the silence.

“No y/n, I wanted you to call, I was too much of a bitch to do it myself and I’m so sorry for that. I’m so so so sorry y/n, what I did and what I said was not right and not at all what you deserve. I get it if you want to leave, you shouldn’t have to deal with all this and it’s so fucked up what I have put you through. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me and as much as I don’t want you to leave me, you deserve someone better.” He spoke so quickly I had to take a few moments to process it.

“I don’t want anyone else, I wan’t you Grayson. But I don’t want just half of you, I don’t want to feel threatened or like I have people to compete with for your love and attention.” I explained, hoping it wasn’t to harsh or mean. I didn’t want to argue again.

“I promise, nothing like this will ever happen again. I love you so much y/n”

“I love you more.” I replied. He lent in and placed a soft kiss on my lips. Just closing my eyes for that kiss made me feel like I was going to fall asleep.

“Want to call it a night?” Grayson asked, he must have noticed how tired I looked. I nodded and he helped me make my way into bed. He snuggled down next to me, asking every 2 seconds ‘does that hurt?’. I giggled and we drifted off into a long awaited proper happy sleep.

Interruptions

Akuma don’t always pop up at the most convenient of times. They interrupt all sorts of things, from school to showers. In their rush to arrive at the scene, the superheroes sometimes show up a little less put together than normal.

They’ll learn. Eventually. Maybe.

(FF.net) (AO3)


When they first started out, the two superheroes were naive and overenthusiastic. They made up for their lack of experience in energy and endless attempts to appear more on top of things than they actually were. Sometimes it manifested as nightly evening patrols across Paris, before they realized that they never caught any akumas that way and it was only affecting their ability to finish their schoolwork and get enough sleep in order to be awake to fight the akumas. Sometimes it showed in their early attempts to track down Hawkmoth, when they tried following the purified butterflies after attacks when they didn’t have to immediately return to whatever they were doing before (every attempt was inevitably cut short by their Miraculous running out of time and the butterfly disappearing while they recharged). Sometimes it was accepting every invitation for a press conference in their first few months as superheroes, answering the same old questions over and over and over.

Sometimes their inexperience showed when they made an immediate beeline to the attack, no matter how serious (or not) the attack was or what they had been in the middle of doing. It made for some interesting hair styles.

“Oh, you cannot be serious,” Marinette groaned as she heard her phone ding with the special akuma alert system she had set up on it. Her hands were full of conditioner and she was in the middle of a shower. Grumbling, she quickly rubbed the conditioner into her hair and shut off the shower before leaping out and struggling to pull on her clothes over her damp skin. “Couldn’t Hawkmoth wait ten minutes?”

“Uh…” Tikki said as she watched her Chosen pull on a shirt (backwards and inside out, but Marinette didn’t seem to notice) and wrangle her still-wet, conditioner-filled hair into Ladybug’s trademark pigtails. “You know, you could finish-”

“Transform me!” Marinette cried, cutting Tikki off. With a flash, Ladybug replaced Marinette in the middle of the bathroom. She grabbed her towel and tore out of the bathroom door as soon as she was sure the coast was clear, heading up to her bedroom. Ladybug tossed the unused towel on her chair as she continued racing up to her balcony, hurrying to join the fight as soon as possible.

A trail of water drops marked her path as she went.

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Request Prompt: I just found your blog& I 💜 it sm, may I request a fluff where Carl finds some survivor girl whose being kind of brutal & hardcore with killing the walkers and he finds it really hot & he ends up inviting her over if that makes sense? Thx so much !! -Anon

Pairing: Carl Grimes x Reader

Warning: Fluff

Y/N POV

Run.

That’s the only word going through my mind as I dashed through the trees. I looked back to see the duo still pursuing me.

“Shit.”

“Come back baby girl. You deserve your punishment.”, one called put and I frowned. My heels ached as I didn’t expect them to still be on my ass.

I noticed a small group of undead and made a quick turn to the abandoned clothing store. They stopped in their tracks as they stared at the zombies flooding into the store.

“Damn shame. She’s dead now. Let’s head back.”, one of them said before turning his back on me. I felt a wave of relief that quickly dispersed as the walkers advanced on me. I had to think fast. I scanned the store and climbed on top of the shelves. Walking across the surface I made sure I wouldn’t call over into the group of hungry infected. There’s about a good 4 or 5.

“Almost.” As the word left my mouth my left leg slipped and was grabbed my a walker. I managed to kick it’s face causing it to let go. I jumped about 3 feet from the group and ran put the door, giving me time to draw my weapon. I stood my ground with the knife in hand before plunging the knife in the first one’s head, quickly moving on to the next. I slit another’s throat, kicking it to the others as I watched them tumble like a couple of dominoes.

I stabbed a few in their head before the last one latched onto me sending us both falling to the ground. I cursed as it slammed it’s jaws shut, trying to get my shoulder. I grabbed it’s shoulders before forcefully pushing it off of me. When I finally got up, I brought my foot down on its head crushing the skull in the process.

“Fuck you.”, I sneered before hearing a gun cock.

“You bit?” A voice asked and I turned to see a boy around my age with an eye patch.

“No.”, I said keeping the exchange short. He lowered his gun, placing it back in its holster.

“I’m Carl. You really know how to survive. Do you have a group?”, he asked and I frowned. “No. Not anymore.”

“Want to join ours? We have food, water, shelter.”

“I’ve heard that before. Didn’t work out.”

“We won’t hurt you. But if you’d rather stay out here and fight walkers for the rest of your life, be my guest. You’re gonna die sooner or later.”, he said and I winced from the blunt response.

He began walking away and I couldn’t hold my tongue.

“Wait!” He stopped to face me and I put my knife away. “I’ll come with you.”

“So where did you learn to fight like that?”, he questioned and I shrugged. “Taught myself.”

“I’ll admit, it was pretty hot.”, he stated causing me to blush. I followed him through the woods before we came upon a big gate. I knocked as he announced his arrival.

“I’m back with a plus one.”, he said looking back at me with a straight face.

The gate opened revealing a large community with people. I clutched my bag strap as a woman with short hair approached me.

“We won’t hurt you. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”, she smiled and I followed her to a house where she offered me clothes and a warm shower.

Once I stepped out the shower I stared at my reflection in the mirror for the first time in quite sometime now. No dirt, no dried blood, no mud. Just me. I didn’t realize I was crying until a few years rolled down my cheek. A knock on the door interrupted me and I quickly wiped my face before the woman I now know as Maggie walked in.

“Hey. You doing okay?”, she asked and I nodded.

“So let’s get acquainted. What’s your name?”, she asked.

“Y/N.”, I answered with a small smile.

“Well Y/N, you can rest up here. I’ll go and let everyone know you’re okay. You’re safe here.”, she told me and I nodded.

She left me alone for awhile which I was grateful for, so I just sat on the bed looking out the window. Another knock was heard only this time it was a different woman. A little older than Maggie but she held the same welcoming smile.

“Hi. I’m Carol. Maggie is with the rest of the group. Ready to meet everyone?”, she asked and I nodded.

She led me outside where a small group awaited. A man walked up to me with a smile.

“I’m Rick. I make sure things run smoothly around here. We’re glad you’re okay. You’ve already met Maggie, Carol, and Carl. This is Rosita, Michonne, Eugene, and Sasha. Everyone else are busy but just know you’re safe in Alexandria.”, he explained and I scanned the group.

“Is it really safe here?”, I questioned and Carol placed a hand on my shoulder.

“Yes. We’re a family that you’re now apart of if you want to be.”, she replied and I smiled.

“Is there anything you need Y/N?”, Maggie asked and I shrugged.

“A good comic.”, I chuckled.

“I have a few inside. If you want to hang out.”, Carl offered and I nodded.

“Glad to have you Y/N.”, Maggie said. I walked into the house and up to a room where 3 other teenagers were hanging out.

I hesitated going inside but Carl held out his hand awkwardly.

“You’re safe here. Remember.”, he smiled and I grabbed his hand allowing him to introduce me to the teens.

“Guys this is Y/N.”, he said.

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~ @velvetxtrager Here’s your Kozik request!! Enjoy!~

Reader’s POV

When my job relocated me to Charming, I wasn’t that excited. Small towns weren’t usually my thing. They weren’t usually interesting but Charming. Charming was definitely interesting and unique. It was only my first week and I could already tell.

I pulled my 2003 Cobra into the TM parking lot and parked on the side. I got out of my car. My high heeled boot hit the concrete and I pushed my hair back from my face. I looked up at the open garage and blonde caught my eye. I stopped in my tracks and watched him for a minute. Damn that was a fine man. I smirked and continued on my way to the office.

Kozik’s POV

I wiped the sweat off my forehead and closed the hood of the car I was working on. I look up and dropped the rag on the ground as the most beautiful women I have ever seen came into view. You were walking to the office and wearing tight ripped jeans, a blue crop top, and black high heeled boots. You were fucking stunning and I nearly forgot how to breath.

You disappeared into the office and I finally blinked. Tig came up behind me and bumped his shoulder into mine. I tore my eyes away from the spot you disappeared from and looked at him. He gave me a look and nodded to the spot where you left.

“You in love, pretty boy?” He asked with a smirk.

“I might be.” I said. He chuckled and shook his head.

“She is so out of your league brother.” He told me.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence.” I glared at him.

“Welcome!” He smirked and walked off. You and Gemma walked out of the office, still talking until Gemma looked over and spotted me.

“Hey Kozik! Come here a second.” Gemma waved me over. I walked over to them and you smiled at me. I had to mentally remind myself to breathe.

“What’s up, Gem?” I said while tearing my eyes away from you.

“Y/N needs a part fixed on her car. Could you give her a ride back to her place?” Gemma was looking at me with amusement in her eyes. Fuck yes I could!

“Yeah.” I nodded my head and looked at you. “Give me a minute to wash some of the oil off?” I showed you my grease covered hands.

“Sure.” You smiled and nodded.

“You can wait on the couch in the clubhouse for me if you want.” I suggested.

“Okay, that sounds good.” You said. I nodded and showed you to the main part of the clubhouse. “Is Kozik really your name?”

“It’s my last name.” I told you with a smile.

“So what’s your first?” you asked.

“Well… it’s Herman…” I blushed slightly and cleared my throat as you giggled softly. “But you can call me Kozik or Koz.”

“Okay, Koz.” You said. I smiled as you said my nickname.

“I’ll be right back.” I told you.

“I’ll be right here.” You told me with a smirk. You sat down and I ran back to the bathroom. I washed off my hands, face, and neck as fast as I could. As I was coming back down the hall, I heard your laughter. I frowned slightly and thought about who could be making you laugh. I turned the corner and glared slightly at Tig who was sitting right next to you on the couch and making you laugh. I cleared my throat and you looked over at me.

“Hey! Tig here invited me to your guy’s party later tonight!” You said with a smile. I smiled back, not able to help myself.

“Oh he did? Are you going to come?” I asked nervously.

“I was thinking about it. Will you pick me up later?” You asked me.

“Yeah, sure. I can do that.” I told her.

“You sure you don’t want me to pick ya up Doll?” Tig asked you with a smirk on his stupid face and I glared at him.

“Nah that’s okay. Kozik’s got me.” You winked at me and I swallowed hard. I nodded dumbly and you giggled. You got up from the couch and walked over to me. “Ready?”

“Yeah.” I said and you walked ahead of me. I turned and stuck my tongue out at Tig who flipped me off. I smirked and ran up behind you. I lead you to my bike and handed you a helmet. We put the helmets on and I jumped on my bike. You got on behind me. I was highly aware of your arms that were wrapped around me and your body pressed up against mine. I bit my lip. “Where you live, sweetheart?”

You told me the address and I pulled out of the parking lot and headed to that part of town. You lived close to Jax’s house but there was no way in hell I was telling anyone that. I wasn’t going to let Jax or Tara pick you up later tonight instead of me. I pulled into your driveway and you hopped off and handed the helmet back to me. I took mine off and smiled at you.

“I’ll pick you up at about 8, is that okay?” I asked.

“Perfect.” You smiled and kissed my cheek before heading inside. I stayed in your driveway for five minutes just in shock at the fact that you kissed me before a goofy grin came over my face and I went back to the clubhouse.

Reader’s POV

I threw every piece of clothing I owned on the bed and sighed frustrated. Nothing I looked at really caught my eye. I needed an outfit that screamed Fuck me! But like in a dignified way. I decided to take a shower and then pick out the outfit. I took a quick shower and blow dried my hair. I went back into my bedroom and started looking threw my clothes again.

I took two shirts in my hand and something fell to the floor. I put the shirts down and picked it up. I had completely forgotten that I had this dress. It was a tight blue halter top dress. There wasn’t a whole lot of back to it. Actually the only thing on my backside that was covered was my actual ass. Which looked amazing in the dress. There was two tiny straps that came down in an X on my back.

I twirled around in front of the mirror, loving the way I looked. I smiled and decided to braid my hair and put some light makeup on. I had just finished when a knock sounded on my front door. I slipped on my heels and walked downstairs to the front door. I opened it and my eyes nearly fell out of my head. Kozik was all clean and instead of the overalls, he was wearing a tank top with his kutte over it. Fucking god, he was getting lucky tonight.

Kozik’s POV

If I thought I couldn’t breathe the first time I saw you, I think I was hyperventilating now. Holy fuck, I wanted you badly. My hands itched to touch you. My eyes scanned up and down you body. I made my way back to your face and found you smirking at me.

“See something you like Kozik?” You made my name sound dirty and my pants tightened slightly.

“Maybe, you see something you like?” It was my turn to smirk as I caught you glancing down at my chest and arms.

“I’ll let you know later.” You winked and shut the door behind her.

“You going to be able to ride my bike?” I asked. You smirked and leaned against my bike. You slowly lifted her dress to the point that if you lifted it up less than half an inch higher I would of seen everything underneath. I just about came right then and there.

“I hope you don’t mind…” You smirked. I didn’t trust my voice and shook my head. “Good.” You stepped away from my bike and I passed you a helmet. I got on my bike and had to think of unpleasant things as you climbed on behind me. I nearly groaned as I felt your perfect body pressed up against me. I drove to the clubhouse and the party was just starting inside. You climbed off and pulled your dress down. You looked around the parking lot.

“What?” I asked as I got off my bike.

“Are you guys working on my car?” You asked me. I smiled.

“I’m working on your car, sweetheart.” I came up beside you. “Want to check on it?”

“Yes please!” You nodded excitedly. I chuckled and took your hand. I lead you to the garage and opened the side door. You walked in and I closed the door behind us. You walked over to your car and lightly ran your fingers on the hood. I leaned against the hood behind you and you smiled at me. “Thank you.”

“It’s my job, sweetheart.” I shrugged. You slowly walked back to me and lightly touched my hand.

“So it was your job to come and pick me back up?” You asked as you looked at me.

“No, that I wanted to do.” I told her. Your hand lightly ran up my arm and I grabbed your waist with my other hand. I pulled you close to me and you let out a shaky breath. Your hand moved past my shoulder and lightly touched my cheek. It moved to my hair and you let out a slight giggle. I leaned into your hand and kissed your palm.  You smiled and I bit it lightly with a chuckle.

“Kozik.” You said. I looked at you and you kissed me hard. I groaned and kissed back. I turned us so your ass was pressed against the car. You moaned and gripped my hair tightly. I pushed you down on the hood and kissed your neck. My hands slid up your legs and pushed your dress up.

“Fuck no panties?” I smirked and nipped your neck. You moaned and pulled lightly on my hair.

“Good surprise?” You asked.

“Best surprise, sweetheart.” I slowly started stroking your pussy and kissed down your dress. I got down on my knees in front of you and the car. I groaned at the sight of it and placed light kisses on it. You moaned and gripped my hair again which made me smile. I sucked hard on your clit and grabbed your ass to pull you closer to me. Your moans and gasps echoed in the empty garage. I slid my tongue in you and groaned at your taste.

I switched back and forth from eating your pussy and sucking your clit. My cock got harder at every noise you made and I was ready to explode when you gripped my hair so tightly I thought you were going to rip it out and came hard into my mouth. I growled and licked up as much as I could.

“Fuck sweetheart.” I looked up at you as you panted and laid back against the hood. You let go of my hair and I stood up. I leaned down and kissed you hard. I ground my covered cock into your sensitive pussy. “Stand up now.” I stood back and let you stand up.

“I need you, please Kozik.” You said and I smirked.

“Turn around, sweetheart.” I told you. You turned around and I placed your hands on the hood and bent you over it. I lift your dress up more and groaned at the view of your ass. I grabbed it and squeezed.

“Mmmm you like that, Kozik?” You practically purred my name and I groaned. I ran my hands over your beautiful back came back down to your ass. I smacked both cheeks at once and you moaned loudly. I couldn’t take it anymore and undid my pants. I pulled them down.

“You sure sweetheart?” I asked, hoping the answer was yes.

“Yes! God please fuck me Kozik!” You begged. That was all I needed to slide into you. We both moaned and I grabbed your hips. I moved slowly into you and stopped once I was fully inside. I ran my hands up your back again, loving the dress more and more. I lightly took your braid in my hand and started moving slowly in and out of you. I lightly pulled on the braid as I picked up the pace a little bit. You let out a loud moan as I pulled. I smirked and pulled harder making you moan louder.

“You like that, sweetheart?” I pulled harder.

“Fuck! Yes!” You moaned louder. I moved faster and harder into you. The car started squeaking under us. I pulled your braid harder and pulled your head back. Your back arched and I moved faster and harder. I used my free hand to smack your ass hard. You screamed out and the hand that was in your hair went to wrap it around your throat. I squeezed lightly and you came hard around my cock. I came hard after you and I stayed in you for a minute and then pulled out. You lifted off your car and smiled. “We came on my car.” You giggled.

“I’ll clean it up.” I laughed and pulled you close to me.

“You aren’t getting paid for this.” You smirked.

“Oh no sweetheart that was free of charge.”  I kissed you softly.

~ Thanks for the help! @dolphingoddess81 and @juiceboxxortiz~

Tips for Dealing with your Period During School

Honestly, this is something that I continue to struggle with. It’s mainly because I get painful cramps and I am a heavy bleeder. This isn’t really something that a studyblr would post about butttt I decided to be a little different. Sooooo let’s get to it!!

● Keep track of your period! The most embarrassing thing is getting your period in the middle of the day and NOT BEING PREPARED! So put a little mark on your calender when your last day of Aunt Flo is and count 28 days ahead and put another mark. That should be around the time you get your period again.
● Have a “kit” ready and keep it in your purse or backpack. I usually keep a good amount of pads and tampons in there along with some Midol in case I get cramps throughout the day. *put a pair of underwear in there if you feel like being a little extra cautious*
● Take an ibuprofen BEFORE school starts. That way you won’t get cramps for the first few hours of school. It helps a lot if you get painful cramps like me.
● Use the bathroom every few hours even if you don’t have to. So that you can change your hygiene products and freshen up. This tip helps people who are heavy bleeders.
● Shower every day of your period. A lot of people don’t like to shower every day because it dries out their hair. That’s fine. You don’t have to wash your hair. Just your body because a lot of the time, you will probably feel gross after a day of bleeding.
● Wear loose clothes. This helps if you get bloated and if you have bad cramps. I don’t know about you guys but my cramps get worse when I wear skinny jeans and tights. So I typically wear sweats or some pants that are a size bigger than what I wear.

Again… this isn’t something that most studyblrs would post but I feel that it is important for some people to know. I hope you guys found this somewhat helpful.

I’m A Mess Joji x Reader

Angsty request ~ Angsty Joji imagine where you argue bc of him getting jealous and end up breaking up but get back together? Thank you!!

requested by @twdgislife

Warnings: Angst, swearing, graphic kinda, drinking etc.


“Don’t leave please Joji it’s lies. They’re trying to ruin us can’t you see it?!”

“I’m leaving.”

That night was so painful, clearly from the booming headache wracking in my head. I drank so much, raided every crevice in my ruined apartment, I gotta get used to saying my now…given he left for good.

My knuckles were bruised from punching my door, tears dried on my cheeks as I sat in the middle of my living room, empty.

So fucking empty

Clock smashed, clothes thrown across the bedroom, bed sheets covered in puke and blood from my ankle. Carelessly, I had thrown photos all over the floor, the frames smashed on the floor like disturbed decorations. Eyes bags littered my face, sore and red lips from blood and screaming. Scratches prominent on my arms, I had hyperventilated and had no one to calm me down.

I gotta get used to that too.

A knock at the door brought me to my senses, I perked up and dragged myself to the battered door, splinters of wood from where I had punched that too. Running my fingers through my hair, I wiped my face with my hands and reluctantly opened the door.

Ian.

“Hey…” I croaked, my sore throat clearly obvious. His smile died down after he took in the scene of ou-my apartment. Sighing, he walked past me and set down the white bag and called in Max and Chad.

“Jesus Christ, did he-”

“No he left before my hyperventilation started, I’ve trashed the place and haven’t been fucked to move from the sofa since 2am.” I spoke, brushing the creases of my jacket out. A faint buzz came from Max’s phone, a familiar name lit up.

“Where’d he go last night, is he at yours?” I asked, concerned about his wellbeing. He left me yes, and god it hurt for him to believe this bullshit, but I still cared of course.

“He left to get pissed up about ten minutes ago, we dropped him off on the way here.”

God that hurt.

“Why aren’t you with him, I’m fine.” I groaned, rather embarrassed about the state of myself and the apartment.

“Yeah, clearly.” Ian huffed, running his hand through his hair. I winced at the prodding of my food, a shard of glass cutting the heel. Brushing it off, I pondered at the things I could do forget. Until I thought about it a little harder, why not just do what I do best…drink.

“How you guys feel about getting pissed tonight? I don’t need some dumb counselling session right now I just wanna feel good.” I groaned, looking at my reflection in the toaster.

“___-”

“I’ll go get a shower and I’ll get dressed and we can hit up a bar and get fucked.” I smiled, waving and closing my bedroom door behind me to escape into the shower. I never thought I needed a shower this bad till now, washing the blood and sweat off of my body relieved all the kinks in my back from sleeping on the wood floor of the living room. Scrubbing at my scalp, I soothed my headache to become more numbing.

“Don’t lie to me, you clearly like Ian just fucking leave.”

“Why would I? Baby I love you and you know this.”

Wincing, I shook my head and stepped out of the shower, drying my body and carefully dabbing the cuts and the wound on my foot. After debating what to wear, I picked out a burgundy dress, just resting on my lower thigh. It was shoulderless, long sleeved with a choker. I plastered my foot and tugged on some socks and my black, chunky heeled boots. Moments later, I dried my hair and tousled the curls and applied some makeup.

Before opening my bedroom door, I heard the murmurs of the boys conversing rather hushed.

“We can’t leave her like this, she’s a wreck she’s just covering it dude.”

“I don’t want her alone tonight, it might do her good.”

“True, just wish this didn’t fucking happen man…I’ll try and get a hold of him later maybe…”

Sighing, I opened my door slowly, applied a fake smile and grabbed a couple notes from my pot and slipped it into my purse.

“Let’s go lads!” I cheered, their cheers following. This was gonna be rough. Rough as the drive to the bar, they avoided all questions about last night’s incidents and spoke of new video ideas. Ten minutes passed and we finally made it to the rather popular bar.

“Shots!” Me and Max chimed, Ian giggled and found us a booth as we waited for Chad with the shots. Max went for a piss so it was me and Ian.

“Did it hurt…”

“Did what hurt Ian?”

“When he left, I didn’t wanna bring it up I just wanna know. He loves you so much I know he does-”

“If he did he wouldn’t of left. I get it, it’s not the first time I’ll just push through somehow…I don’t fucking know.”

“Guess who got shots, ya boy did!” Chad exclaimed excitedly, I couldn’t help but chuckle and avoid the concerned look from Ian. Max bounced over with his phone in hand and a great big smile on his face.

“Smile boys!” He laughed, snapping a good photo and uploading it to Twitter, rambling about how good we looked and how were were the new NBA , the usual random shit. Max’s phone lit with a familiar number but I just ignored it.After chugging alcohol for about half hour with random conversations, Max and Chad bounced to the dance floor. I played with my empty glasses awkwardly, enjoying the loud music and the aesthetic of the bar.

Ian clearly was itching to join the boys.

“Go, enjoy yourself, somebody gotta look after our shit anyway.” I spoke softly.

Reluctantly, Ian ran to the boys and I smiled. My buzz cut off as the alcohol began attacking my mindset, it fucking hurt. Depressing noises from a cliché love song filled the bar.

I met you in the dark
You lit me up
You made me feel as though
I was enough
We danced the night away
We drank too much
I held your hair back when
You were throwing up

“I love you baby, so much.”

“I love you too-”

God that fucking killed, a dagger to the fucking stomach over and over. The memories of him, his beautiful chocolate eyes, the lines where he smiled, the feeling of his hand on mine, his chaotic humour and insane ideas. The way he’d wake me up at 4am with a coffee and a brand new idea for a video or a snippet of a song he was working on.

Then you smiled over your shoulder
For a minute, I was stone cold sober
I pulled you closer to my chest
And you asked me to stay over
I said, I already told ya
I think that you should get some rest

His crazy hair and the way it would stick up if he slept funny so he’d always lay flat with my head on his chest. His plump lips against my skin and the way they mold into that iconic smile, that led to a radiant laughter that could fill a stadium with cheering.

I got used to that smile.

I knew I loved you then
But you’d never know
Cause I played it cool when I was scared of letting go
I know I needed you

The second the boys met the booth, I bolted out of the bar, tears running down my cheeks as I clutched my phone to my chest. The music pounded as hard as my heart, it felt blood was gonna pour out of my ears.

Shakily, my hands typed in his name and I clicked ring.

Ring, ring, ring.

“H-Hello.”

“I love you. I love you so fucking much please, I need you please It was all bullshit I need you. You don’t even need to love me back but you just need to know…I need you to know that I adore you so much. The rumours got to us It shouldn’t have please Joji I love you so much.”

He hung up.

I know I needed you
But I never showed
But I wanna stay with you
Until we’re grey and old
Just say you won’t let go
Just say you won’t let go

I heard sniffling from behind me.

There he stood. A deep blue hoodie covering a white tee, black jeans and white vans. His eyes were heavy with red circles. I pushed my phone into my pocket and he pulled me into his arms, I cried hard and his sobs trembled as he smoothed the top of my head, pressing a kiss to my hair.

“I’m so sorry I’m so sorry-”

He kissed me hard as tears covered our faces, salty trickles meeting and falling. God it fucking hurt but it was relieving at the same.

“I’m so sorry for everything.”

“We can work this out, all of this it’s all gonna be okay.”

I’m so in love with you
And I hope you know
Darling your love is more than worth its weight in gold

Beautiful - Eric Coulter Imagine

Warnings: None

I stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped around me. On the counter were some clothes, Eric’s since I didn’t have any of mine with me. I dried myself and pulled on my undergarments. My brown hair fell around my waist, moving every time I did. All of the clothing laid out for me was black and red, symbolic of Dauntless. I pulled the black button-up over me. It went a bit further than my butt. I looked at myself in the mirror, deciding that this was good enough since is was just Eric. Swiftly, I picked up the rest of the clothes and set them back on Eric’s bed. His room was like a loft with large windows and a king sized bed. Seemingly only Eric slept here judging by the unmoved pillows on one side of the bed. A small pang of sadness spread from the pit of my stomach. He seemed so lonely and it made me sad. I stood next to the window, looking out at the world outside. The sky was a beautiful blue with puffy white clouds. It amazed me how awesome these things could be.

“Beautiful..” I said out loud to myself. A pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist.

“It is, isn’t it?” Eric said in a monotone voice. I smiled slightly. I could feel his muscles tense and relax. “You know, I like seeing you in my shirt, Y/N” He said once again.

“And I like wearing your shirt.” I turned around to face him. He was at least a head taller than me. I placed my arms around his neck. His hands were on my waist. I looked up at him, into his eyes. There was a softness nobody but me had seen before. It was so different from his normal, harsh, demeanor. I liked seeing him like this. Nobody knew of my relationship with Eric.

“You look good in it, dare I say,even better than me.” Eric leaned down and kissed me lightly. I reached my hand up to the back of his head and held it there. Our lips connected and I felt butterflies in my stomach. “I love you.”

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A/N: Second dose of Pride tonight! And the last prompt from the old list. Feedback is welcomed and very much appreciated. Hope you all enjoy it, as always, thank you for reading <3

Title: Don’t Be Scared

Requested by: Anon - “86 with Pride and a reader who gets severe anxiety with storms??? Like so much so that they have to be distracted or they are freaking. Sorry if it’s hard.”

Word Count: 849

Pairing: Pride x Reader

86. “Don’t be scared. I’m here.”

You were walking back through the courtyard from speaking with Patton when a loud rumble of thunder boomed right overhead, then there was a flash of lightening before the heavens opened, starting a heavy downpour. You froze in fright, your body seizing up, your muscles tensed and you couldn’t move.

“Wow. That was a loud one.” Percy grinned, feeling a thrill when the thunder made her jump, looking at the sliding door of the squad room to see the large SUV getting pelted with rain, “That was so sudden.”

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Saturday Morning Part 7 (Grayson x Reader)

Written by: @keepcalmandlovepotter aka @pinksnapbackbullshit

Summary: Alyssa is new to L.A. and has a few secrets she’s rather keep to herself. When a famous YouTube star meets her, it changes the course of her life forever.

A/N: This was a submission and this is NOT MY STORY

Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 5/ Part 6


Two weeks went by and none of us had seen hide nor hair of Joseph. For shits and giggles, I used Ashlee’s phone to check his Facebook (he had blocked me right when we broke up and I wasn’t about to undo that gift from the heavens). He’d been dating some girl he knew from school but she wasn’t in any of his pictures and she was virtually erased like I had been. 

‘They must’ve broken up…’ I thought to myself as I clicked on his page. 

MOVED TO L.A., CALIFORNIA, U.S.A. 

It was clear as day in his life events. I had groaned and tossed Ashlee her phone back. So he had moved. This wasn’t him visiting and harassing me whenever he could. He still had me blocked so it wasn’t like he was expecting me to see that. He really was here to stay, which meant he could take his time. The thought annoyed me.

Today was a particularly grueling day. The shop had been extraordinarily busy and I barely got a break. Not that I minded - time went by quicker when things were busy, but I could feel the day creep into my muscles. I was sore and exhausted. I couldn’t wait to take a shower and meet the twins for pizza. 

I turned the key in the lock to my apartment and opened the door. As my bag fell onto the floor, out of my hand, my eyes nearly fell out of my head at the sight of someone sitting in my apartment.

“This really is a nice place, Alyssa, are you looking for a roommate?” 

My heart was thudding so hard against my chest that it actually made me sick. Or maybe it was the sight of Joseph sitting on my couch, uninvited, when all the doors and windows were locked. I started to shake, but did my best to conceal it from him.

“How did you get in here, you fucking psychopath?”

He shrugged nonchalantly and walked over to the small kitchen, grabbing an apple from the counter. He took a large chunk out of it and spoke, his voice marred with a mouth full of apple. 

“You’d be surprised how easy it is to pick the lock on your front door.”

“Get out. Get out of my apartment. Get out of my life.” 

I stood with my head in my hands, shaking, refusing to accept that this was happening. I didn’t even notice him coming closer until he was already there, hands on my hips.

“Aww, don’t be like that, baby.”

I pushed him away from me as hard as I could with as much force as I could muster, which, even though he was lanky and skinny, didn’t do much.

“Leave me alone. Get out. Never come back. I don’t want you here. I hate you and you hate me, so let’s just agree to leave each other alone.” I didn’t want to, but my voice cracked and tears started to gather at the corners of my eyes. He smirked, feeling victorious, no doubt.

“See, I can’t do that. I already told you, I’m going to make your life miserable, because I can, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

I held my phone up, 9-1-1 already typed, my thumb hovering over the green call button. 

“I can call the police right now, that’s what I can do,” I replied, looking up into his hateful stare. He frowned and backed away from me. He took a moment, but shrugged again and took another large bite from the apple.

“Fine,” he said, chewing loudly. “But remember, I know where you live and work now.”

The front door slammed shut. I held my breath for what felt like hours, waiting to see if he came back. I ran to the door and bolted it shut, unsure of what to do. I leaned against the door, my entire body vibrating with fear as I clicked on Ethan’s number. I would’ve picked Grayson, but Ethan’s name came up first. 

“Hey, Lyss, we were just on our way over, what’s up?”

I sniffed, and immediately he knew something was wrong.

“Alyssa, what’s wrong?” His tone dropped, his voice became more serious. I suddenly forgot how to breathe, how to speak when he asked me what was wrong. I shook my head and wiped my eye with the heel of my hand. 

“He broke into my apartment,” I managed, after a minute or two of quiet sobs. “He was here waiting for me when I got out of work, I don’t know what to do. I didn’t know who to tell, I-” Ethan cut me off.

“Pack a bag. Bring everything you need for the night. Grayson and I will go and get the rest tomorrow. You’re coming to stay with us and I won’t take no for an answer.” I sniffed again, unable to hold back the tears that rolled down my face freely now. I nodded, though I knew he couldn’t see me, and bit on my lip. 

“Okay.”

-

I immediately got into the shower, locking the bathroom door behind me, as well as my bedroom door. I normally never would’ve done that, and I knew it wouldn’t stop much if he actually did break in again, but the more effort he had to put in, the more time I’d have to react. I let the searing cold water run down my back. I had washed my hair quickly and was now just standing there, still in shock.

I knew the boys would be here any minute and I knew I had to dry off and get dressed, but I was still so floored. He picked the lock. He was in my apartment.

Oh god, what if he went into my room?

All at once, I pulled the shower curtain back and threw up into the toilet. My body wretched as the entire day came up from my stomach. All I could do was cry harder. I tumbled onto the floor of the shower and curled up in a ball, pulling my knees to my chest and breaking down where no one could see me. 

-

After I managed to pull myself together several minutes later, I dried off and got dressed. I put on a pair of black leggings and a forest green t-shirt. I didn’t even bother drying my hair. I just let it hang over my shoulders. I put on my white Converse lowtops so I’d be ready to go when they got here and started packing a bag, a big one, with most of my clothes in it. I’d leave that behind and Ethan and Grayson would come get it tomorrow. As I was pulling clothes out of drawers and off hangers, I heard a knock on the door. I froze, fearing the worst. 

“Alyssa? It’s Grayson and Ethan. Are you okay?” 

I’d never felt so relieved in my life. I caught myself on the dresser, but my legs buckled underneath me. I walked quickly to the front door, unlocking and opening it. They both stared at me for a moment before Ethan wrapped me in a protective hug. 

“I’m sorry this is happening to you,” he whispered in my ear and my eyes stung. I closed them tight. This was apparently going to be a very weepy day. 

“Thank you,” I replied hoarsely. “I started packing my stuff. I’m not quite done yet though.” I looked back over my shoulder, pointing at my bedroom before turning my gaze to Grayson. He looked heartbroken and furious at the same time. 

My eyes welled up as he stared at me and his did the same. Ethan walked inside as Grayson grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me into him, holding me to his chest. He hugged me fiercely, an arm around my waist and another around my shoulders. His hand tangled into my wet hair and he held me up as my knees threatened to give out again as I sighed and wrapped my arms around his middle. 

I rested my face in the crook of his neck and he recoiled a little, looking down at me with worry in his eyes.

“Alyssa, you’re freezing!” He exclaimed, pulling his sweatshirt off his body and helping me pull it on. He pulled me back into him, holding me closely, rubbing my back to try and warm me up. His sweatshirt was too big on me and it felt safe and comforting.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered over and over, and all it did was make me cry harder. I knew he felt responsible for not demanding immediately that I move in with them, but I couldn’t let him feel that way. What was he supposed to do? The two of us had only known each other for a few weeks, but I still felt this incredible connection to him. 

“No, you have nothing to be sorry for. There was nothing you could’ve done,” I said, sniffling, trying to compose myself. I looked up at him and he pushed a lock of hair out of my eyes. 

“Well, now you can’t argue with me about it, at least,” he said, half a smile lingering on his lips. I chuckled and rested my head against his chest, letting him hold me for a moment.

“Alyssa, is this big one the one you want us to come back for?” Ethan called from my room. I sniffed and looked up at Grayson, who nodded and reluctantly let go of me before I walked back to the bedroom. 

“Yeah, I have to pack something for tonight, but that’ll be quick.”

“Alright, well we should get out of here as quickly as possible. I don’t need him seeing my plates.” I nodded and pulled a backpack down from the closet. I threw in jeans, shorts, t-shirts, random clothes - anything I could grab. I brought the book I’d been reading and my laptop and charger. Once I grabbed the charger for my phone and my longboard, I turned back to Ethan and nodded.

“Let’s go.”

-

The three of us ordered pizza to the warehouse and were eating it on the trackmat. The boys had taken my backpack and other bag upstairs. I locked my apartment and left the keys in Ethan’s car. The three of us had been pretty quiet until Ethan cracked a joke in the car that made all three of us burst into laughter. It really broke the tension and eased the things between the three of us. 

“Okay, Lyss, you know I have to ask…” Ethan said, dusting his hands off after the pizza was finished. “How could you date a psycho like that?!” Grayson, who was lying on his side on the mat, kicked Ethan. “Ow! It was just a question, Gray!” 

I sighed and shrugged one shoulder, shaking my head. 

“We met when his sister moved to the States to attend the same school as me.” I started, and they both looked up at me. “She was a really nice girl. We had the same dark sense of humor. Her whole family came to visit for Christmastime and…that’s when I met Joe.”

I recalled the rest of the story to them - how he seemed like a perfect gentleman who would’ve changed the world for me, but all he did was change me. I told them how he isolated me, made me feel incompetent and unwanted, unloveable. I told them how he removed me from my friends and family. I told them how he gaslighted and manipulated me, how when I told my friends what was going on, I could see the horror and concern in their faces but I couldn’t bring myself to leave him. I told them how I could hear the craziness of what I was saying with my own mouth, but I still kept going back for more. 

“Alyssa, he sounds even more terrible than we thought…” Grayson began, putting a hand on my knee as I sat criss-crossed on the mat. I made a sound that was half laughter and half derision. 

“You don’t know the half of it. Some of the things he said to me…he did to me…”

I felt that same bad taste in my mouth and I shook my head again. 

“I’ve talked about him enough for one night,” I said after a long pause, collecting myself and putting on a fake smile. Ethan and Grayson looked at each other before Ethan stood up, grabbing the pizza box and plates. 

“I’m gonna go take care of this stuff. You guys wanna watch a movie before we turn in?” We both nodded, standing.

“Yeah that sounds good. Lyss, wanna pick the movie?”

“Sure.”

Grayson took me to the editing room where they kept a bunch of DVDs and BluRay disks. He sat down at the computer and turned it on. 

“Pick anything you like, babe,” he said, over his shoulder, not really paying attention. 

“Babe?” I asked, looking back at him, an eyebrow raised. He looked at me confused. 

“Did I say that? I meant…Um…” I smiled and folded my arms over my chest. 

“Go ahead, you tell me. I’ll wait,” I taunted, wearing a smirk. He smiled back at me and got up from the computer. 

“Alright, fine. I called you ‘babe’, who cares?” He said, chuckling, though his face was burning red. A blush crept up his neck. 

“I do?” I suggested, laughing. The two of us met in the middle of the room. I looked up at him, wondering if maybe there was something there, maybe -

“You guys ready?” Ethan had popped his head into the editing room when he realized that he might’ve been interrupting something. “I’ll just, um. I’ll be out here,” he said, before closing the door behind him. Grayson and I looked back at each other and laughed, him rubbing the back of his neck, blushing harder. 

Grayson and I had been on a few “dates” now, though neither of us had really confessed any sort of deeper feeling. I knew what I felt for him though. This went beyond simple attraction. The way he smiled made my heart stop. His laugh, his confidence, his sense of humor - he was Joe’s complete opposite. He was a kind, gentle, genuine person, and I was starting to fall. Hard. I was a little worried about it, honestly. I’d never felt like this about anybody so immediately.

He took the DVD from my hand - a horror movie I’d always wanted to see - and put it into the computer, firing up the projector in the main warehouse. He turned on the speakers and Ethan was already sitting in the foam pit with the lights out and extra pillows when the title screen turned on. 

“Genius,” I commented and Grayson smirked with pride, before nudging me. The two of us ran over to the ladder and threw ourselves into the pit near Ethan, giggling. 

“ARE YOU GIRLS READY?!” He asked, holding the remote in the air. Grayson and I both yelled back.

“I’M NOT A GIRL ETHAN!” But my yell went over Grayson’s and he laughed my favorite kind of laugh, his unrestrained cackle, which only made me do the same in return.

“READYYYYYY!” Ethan joined in our loud whooping and pressed play, tossing a blanket at me. I laughed, catching it with my face and laid it over my legs. 

About 20 minutes into the movie, I looked over at Grayson, who was lounging comfortably on the foam. He looked over at me and grinned, holding his arm out and beckoning me over to him. I plopped myself next to him on the foam and pulled the blanket over with me, tossing it over him as well. He wrapped his arm around me and I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. I felt serene. I felt calm and protected as he squeezed my shoulder and smiled at me. 

Grayson was perfect. He was kind and goofy and genuinely sweet. He had a good heart and good intentions. I wanted to date him. I knew I did. But I didn’t want to drag him into this nonsense I had going on with Joe. It wouldn’t be right. He could find a better girl than me - someone prettier who photographed better and wasn’t entangled with a psychotic Englishman. 

I frowned. I had no idea how I was going to handle him. Either of them. 

White Widow - Part 8

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7 | PART 8 | PART 9 (Smut)| PART 10 (Final)

Character Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Summary: When the reader loses her fiance to Hydra, she is sent to the Avengers compound for her protection. Forced to share the guest house with the famous assassin, the Winter Soldier, she must learn to cope with her loss and her new roommate. All this, while trying to solve the mystery of why Hydra is now hunting her.

A/N: Descriptions of wounds and injuries. I also finished this last night and it’s looking like it will be 10 parts.

Originally posted by illustrations-1988

I watched as Bucky took down all the Hydra agents springing forward. They didn’t even have a fighting chance. Beneath his war paint, rage burned into his deep blue eyes. He showed no mercy; shooting, stabbing, and punching every agent who dared throw themself in his path.

I cried out again as another shock wave hit me. I pressed my eyes shut, trying to ride out the wave of pain.

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