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the blue notebooks

time travel au

pairing: jimin | reader
genre: fluff, angst
word count: 8.575
warnings: none
author’s note: this story will have a sequel since there is much, much more I want to tell, but I wanted to keep it under 10k and I figured this part worked well as a standalone. please enjoy :)


You meet Park Jimin after a particularly rough landing.

You wish time traveling was as easy as the books like to describe, or as beautifully romantic as the movies depict. It is a concept that’s been overly embroidered with advantages that do not exist — and even if normal humans see it as a fortuitous skill, one they long to have, they rarely realize that having a normal life is out of the question for your kind. Even so, there is no point in wishing for something that won’t happen in this lifetime, not with the time traveling genes burning strong within your veins.

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Welp, There Goes Nothing ~Freaky February~ (K.P)

Prompt: Kai going on you for the first time, countless times.

Pairing: Kai x Reader

Word Count: 500

Warning: Overstimulation?

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One Last Mission

Hi guys!!! I put up a post about this story asking if you wanted it and the general answer was a big yes. But for those who didn’t see the post here we go.

***Summary: You’re a ‘retired’ Level 12 SHIELD agent who has been laying low ever since the Project Insight disaster. Now, a couple years later Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton show up at your doorstep asking a favour; they need your help on one last mission. You agree to help them out on the condition that they left you alone afterwards. It was fine until it all fell apart…***

Woo! So that’s the summary and this is the first part!

Originally posted by you-didnt-see-that-cuming

It was a quiet Thursday night for you as you sipped on a glass of wine with a new book.  Of course, nothing could ever go as planned as a shrill ring filled the air as your personal phone rang on the table. Silently getting up, you took the knife strapped under the table and held it behind you before answering it. 

“It’s Black Widow speaking.”

“Bloody hell, what are you doing?!” Immediately your eyes searched your apartment as you hissed to the phone. 

“You gave me your number in case of emergencies.” Natasha Romanoff, also known as Black Widow, replied as her partner said something with didn’t quite come through clearly. 

“I swear to god if it isn’t an-”

“We need your help, L/N. And you know we wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t an emergency.” Clint Barton, whose code name was Hawkeye, cut you off as he officially joined the conversation. 

“Don’t cut me off again, Barton.” Levelling the phone with a glare as if it was Clint, you walked back to your wine and downed it because you knew that if they really had come around to calling you, it was going to be a big deal. Subtly, you twirled the knife in your hand and slotted it into into one of the belt loops on your jeans. 

“I’m not doing anything for you. I’m laying low now because my enemies make the majority of yours look like kindergarten children.”

“It’s about Budapest.” Natasha’s words stopped you in your track of denial. 

“I’m sorry, what? I saved your asses there and now your telling me that you messed it up even further?” You could already feel the impending headache begin to ebb its way into your brain. 

“Something like that." 

You groaned and rolled your eyes. "You’re useless. Give me the eight. Now.”
As they explained everything to you about the mission you simply sat back down and soaked it all in. 

“That’s nice but I’m still not sure why you need me. You’re taking your boyband there and I don’t see where I fit in.” You were leaning on the back on your sofa, watching your phone as the two ex-agents talked.

You could hear rustling from the other end of the line before Natasha spoke. “Y/N, look, aside from us nobody else knows what went down in Budapest.” That’s not true. “And you were a Level 12 SHIELD TASA certified agent who was and still is a myth to most people. We were Level 6 and look at what we do. I think that says it all, don’t you?”

You knew that she had a point; if they were coming to you it had to be big, and from their explanation you knew they were worried about what could pan out from this. 

“When do you need me?” You asked and ran a hand through your hair. 

“We need you yesterday; the team didn’t want to get anyone else involved but we insisted we knew someone trustworthy enough to bring on to the case. Didn’t specify any details so what you say is all they know about you.” Clint’s voice gave away a lopsided smirk and that brought a small smile to your face. 

“Give me twenty and I’ll be on my way.”

In those minutes, you had your bag packed; weapons packed in a separate bag; your old uniform on and all of your typical arsenal attached in various places; your neighbour to look after the place; any confidential paperwork hidden away in a safe; and finally your ‘missions phone’ reactivated.
You walked down out of your apartment building into an inconspicuous car which you had purchased after fleeing DC after the ‘Potomac Disaster’, as the intelligence community had taken to calling it. 

It was an easy drive to the airport where all you had to do was flash your badge you were let through, no questions asked and both of your bags were allowed with you as carry on luggage. Four hours later, you were driving up to the Avengers Compound in Upstate New York in a rented car and parking in the underground car park at the back of the building. Getting to the Avengers was worryingly easy, granted that you avoided reception in the lobby.

You walked up the stairs, as the elevator was bound to have Stark’s AI system and cameras in which would alert him to your presence and therefore ruin your entrance. As you ascended, you recognised the two people’s voices who called you and stopped at that floor which was penultimate to the top. You slid through the door silently and no one noticed you, much to your pleasure and you moved into the shadows of the natural evening light that fells in beams into the room. Looking around the room, it had one glass wall overlooking the grounds and a open space plan, allowing easy access to every part of the floor and leaving it vulnerable to aerial attack despite the glass likely being tinted. 

You just quite happily stood in your corner watching the exchange until soon your moment came.

“If you trust this person I suppose they can’t be that bad.” Steve Rogers reckoned to Clint and Natasha as the sat in a vague gathering with the other members of the team.

“They’re better than ‘not bad’, Rogers.” Natasha was smooth in defending you.

“We know nothing about this person yet you expect us to trust them?” Wanda Maximoff’s European accent cut in.

“I have faith that whomever they bring in will not betray us as Miss Romanoff’s and Mr Barton’s trust is very hard earned.” Vision placated the people in the room considerably.

Scott Lang decided to add to the discussion. “Wanda had a point. We know nothing about this person.”

You rolled your eyes and pushed on the wall you were leaning on. “You know for a fact that I exist; that’s more than more people even dream.” 

The room turned silent as everybody stood up in some type of defensive pose apart from Clint and Natasha.

“FRIDAY why didn’t you inform me of a new visitor?”

The AI replied formally. “Forgive me sir, but I was unaware of the person’s presence. It seems my scans were unable to detect a new life form.” 

“Remind me to update you.” Tony said drily whilst tapping at a device in his hands. “How long have you been there?” 

“Fifteen minutes and counting.” 

You looked at every person individually only to notice that there was another in the shadows, yet they were on the other side of the room. Noticing that you had seen them, they took a step forward and you felt the wind get knocked out of your chest. It had been a while since you had seen the man in front of you and it had not been an easy meeting.

“Soldat.” It was one word and everybody looked ready to strike and both Natasha and Clint stood up, looking between you and the man.

“You haven’t changed at all.” His voice. Oh how you missed his voice.

“I could say the same about you. When was it last?”

“Beijing?”

“I suppose Tokyo doesn’t really count.”

“No. It doesn’t.” A small quirk of his lips appeared as he truly took in your appearance and the bags behind you.

“Buck? Who is this?” Steve looked between the two of you, lingering longer on you.

James saw you nod. “This is Shadow; she’s the best in the game alongside The Winter Soldier. We’ve met on numerous occasions, sometimes with conflicting interests, sometimes with common interests.” 

“Do you trust her?” 

James didn’t reply for a moment and you metaphorically held your breath. “I do as much as you can at our level.”

“I’m sorry but that is not much to go on.” Bruce Banner looked at everyone briefly as he looked out on the grounds.

“That may be so, Doctor, but I guarantee I am the best suited to help you out on this.” 

“And why is that?” Tony flopped back down on to the couch.

“The original Avengers such as yourself all had a ranking of Level Six, correct? Well, apart from Captain Rogers who was Level Seven.” You made eye contact with said people. “I was Level Twelve TASA certified. There are only three people who have made it that far. Two are in this room and the other is dead.” 

“What is ‘TASA certified’? I have not heard of it.” Peter Parker, the youngest by far in the room, asked you nervously.

“Are you even allowed to be in here? You look like you’re two.”

“No I’m not! I’m a teenager.”

You rolled your eyes and looked at James. “Whatever. Just nobody feed that fucking thing after midnight.” 

Peter looked like a deer caught in the headlights and tried to stutter a reply.

“Relax kid; I don’t bite. Unless you’re into that kind of thing?” You trailed off suggestively and smirked at the stuttering mess the teen was. “TASA is a badge that can only be earned at Level Ten intelligence or higher. It’s an acronym that stands for Tracker, Assassin, Spy, Agent.”

“So you’re a female version of Frosty?” Sam Wilson clarified, from where his arms were crossed over his chest.

“To a degree.” You acknowledged.

“Which means if you turn on us there’s no hope.” Scott looked torn between amusement and annoyance.

“I won’t turn on you. I’m here by choice, not obligation.”

“That’s reassuring.” Somebody muttered and you rolled your eyes.

“Fine. Maybe this will help reassure you.” You moved over to the breakfast bar of the kitchen and cleared the space so that they could see. “Look and pay attention.”- You pulled off the first item -“Twenty seven inch Katana. Two matching throwing knives. Twelve piece knife set. Glock 19. Two smoke bombs. Single grenade. Zip ties. Handcuffs. Grippy fingerless gloves. Milkor mgl rounds. Glock 17. Blade embedded shoes. Spare ammunition. Lock-picks. Electrocution rings. Tactical belt. Facial armour. Bullet proof bodice.” 

Having taken all of that off, you almost felt naked in an odd kind of way, all the people in the room staring at you.

“That’s a lot of kit.” Sam said from his position next to Steve.

This time Natasha answered for you. “The higher you get the more kit you might need.” 

“Anyways, Natasha. Clint.” You finally greeted the people who asked you to come.

“Nice to see you.” Clint replied and Natasha smiled in agreement.

You felt a probing in your head and made eye contact with the responsible party. “If you want to know something, Wanda, just ask instead of stealing the information.”

“We know nothing about you other than that your code name is Shadow and that you are skilled like Bucky. What’s your real name?”

“My real name?” You smirked lightly. “My real name is Y/N L/N, but please, call me Y/N.”

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random harry concept™

You’re at a party talking to some of your shared friends.

And Harry is next to you, his hand around your hips softly but lowkey protectively.

And he has a drink in the other hand, his ring-clad fingers wrapped around the round class, leaving smudges in the condensation, the metal of his jewelry clinking against the glass. He smells like Dolce Gabana, wine and smoke bc he took a swig from Ben’s cig.

And you’re talking about school and life and stuff and he leans in and his hair tickles the back of your jaw and ears. It’s starting to grow back out, little curls struggling to wrap around his ears.

His breath is cold from the ice in his drink as he talks. “I’m gonna go talk to Alexa for a bit, yeah? Haven’t seen her in a while.”

And you murmur a quick “okay,” feeling the warmth of his body slide away from you but you don’t worry bc you know he’ll be fine.

After a while you glance around the flat to see where he is, spotting him at the bar surrounded by a couple of people and tipping back tequila shots with someone like a pro.

It’s a race, apparently, as you see a row of shots laid out before him and he tosses them back as fast as possible, his jaw clenching and face scrunching up at the sour taste, but he shakes it off with a shudder of his broad shoulders. He flips the tiny glass upside down on the marble counter, reaching for a blue snowman cup filled with orange juice.

He’s going at it hard– it’s evident even from far away. Sweat has matted his hairline and beads his forehead, his lips a cherry pinkish red, his cheeks flushed lightly and his pupils are blown out of proportion.

The people around him cheer him on, one of his family buddies filling up more glasses and sliding them towards him. The guy opposite him is tipping them back hella hard, too, being ahead of Harry by three hits.

Alexa is standing behind him, massaging his shoulders and giving him a rough pep talk. You see Harry nod his head hazily, smiling all watery and drunk off his ass as his fingers go up to his shirt, popping the first three buttons air out some heat.

He then downs two shots, making an audible grunt as he slams them down on the tabletop, the cheering around him swelling. You smile softly because it’s good to see him so happy and carefree. He deserves some hardcore fun after all his hard work on the movie.

Some more time passes as you talk Christmas plans with Gemma, who had arrived right after Harry had won the tequila contest.

You turn your head to check up on him again and your words lodge in your throat.

He’s gripping a booze bottle by the neck, a sparkler shoved into the top. Alexa is next to him, smoking a cig, and to your horror, you see him stick his tongue all the way out, making a beeline for the end of the lit cigarette. When Alexa backs up, laughing, shaking her head at him, he veers off course, his sights set on the crackling sparkler instead.

“Harry!” You call over the thumping music, scrambling up from the couch with a quick apology to Gemma and pacing towards him.

You get there just in time to snatch the popping firework off the bottle, putting it out and setting it on the nearest table.

“Have you gone mental?” You screech quietly, prying the booze from his big, clumsy hand as he pouts his ruby lips and puts on his puppy dog eyes.

“Y/NNNNNN,” he slurs, stomping one of his feet and coughing thickly, “s'just some fun, sweetheart. Liven up, would ya?”

“Swallowing a goddamn firecracker and licking a lit cigar is your idea of fun?” You snort in disbelief, grabbing at his arm as he teeters on his feet.

“Ooooh,” Alexa hums dangerously, chuckling as you scold him. “Someone’s in big trouble.”

You roll your eyes at her playfully. “You have no idea.”

You tug Harry away from the bar, heading towards the first bathroom you see. He stumbles over his feet behind you, whining half-heartedly. At one point you pass Sandy, who whistles over at you both.

“You gon’ get a spankin’, Styles? Been a bad boy?”

Harry gives him a toothy grin, throwing the man a lazy wink. “You know it, mate.”

He then proceeds to slap his rear several times, releasing a high-pitched moan. “Oh, baby, just like that! I’ve been such a bad baby boy! Whip me into shape, please. I’m begging you!”

His friends burst into a roar, causing your cheeks flush.

“Come on, you bugger.” You tug him harshly, continuing your journey to the loo.

The door swings open and you shove him through it, locking it behind you. He wobbles over to lean on the marble counter, knuckling at his wide eyes as he giggles messily.

The bathroom is spotless, much to your surprise. Alexa had really gone all out for this party. You grab a linen towel from a big basket near the jacuzzi bathtub, wetting it under the faucet and drifting towards Harry, who is distracted childishly with his dog tag, tugging and twisting at it.

You dab the warm cloth onto his forehead, wiping the dried sweat and sliding it down his jaw and around his mouth to rid of the residue of liquor.

He behaves obediently, reaching up to play with the ends of your hair, tugging at it every now and then, his eyes quickly flitting up to yours to see your reaction. You wipe down his neck and the exposed bit of his chest until he’s fairly clean. You toss the towel in the dirty hamper, buttoning up his shirt once again and finger combing his floppy mop of semi-curls, then massaging his ears in small, long, circular motions.

He hums appreciatively, blinking sluggishly down at you and grinning like a fool. “S'good. You’re good, I mean. With your hands. You’re good with tour hands.”

“Oh, am I really?” You cock an eyebrow, amused at the suggestiveness of his words, even though he didn’t mean them in such way.

He nods his head quickly a few times, not catching on immediately, but the idea eventually dawns on him, eyes going even bigger. “Oh, wait! No, I didn’t– I, like…Not like that or anything! I meant it as in you’re good at massaging my ears, not my dick.”

“So I’m not good at handies, is what you’re saying?” You pout with fake hurt, looking down at your feet.

“What? No! No, you’re amazing, darling! You’re amazing at getting me off! It’s just that, at this moment, I didn’t mean it like that. But you aren’t bad, I swear. You’re real good at massaging everything– anything– I just–” He babbles aimlessly, seeming like a deer caught in headlights.

It makes you smile. “I know, dumbass. I know what you mean.”

“Okay, good,” he sighs in relief, looking down as you sift your fingers with his. “You’re good.”

You nod slowly, kissing his forehead with care. He squeezes your hands gently, melting into your body as you kiss all over his face.

“You’re…so good to me.” He glubs, his tongue suddenly losing feeling inside his mouth. His eyes slowly trail up to yours, his teeth worrying the inside of his bottom lip. “You’re…” Harry takes one of your hands, setting it over his belt buckle. “Incredible.”

You get the memo right away, your fingers toying with the metal bit of the accessory. “Yeah? How incredible?”

His breathing is hitching in his throat, his stomach making faint churning noises as the alcohol settles into his system. A hiccup jolts his shoulders, his eyebrows scrunching at the spontaneous motion. Your hand is already worked into his pants, fingers cupping him over his briefs. He’s hot and heavy over the fabric, twitching with excitement.

You grope him roughly, repeating your question. “How incredible, H?”

His eyes flick up and down between your actions below and your eyes up top, dopily picking at the nails on his long fingers. “Really incredible. Don’t–” he swallows heavily, chipping off a large piece of the black nail polish you had helped him coat on a couple days back. “Don’t deserve you sometimes.”

You’re movements stop and an objecting whimper strings out from him immediately.

“What d'you mean you don’t deserve me?” You question quietly, reaching your free hand up to cup his jaw, your heart melting when he cradles it into your palm.

“S'like…” He trails off, sniffling faintly and you remember how sentimental he can get when he gets drunk.

“It’s like what, baby?” You nudge gently, smiling up at him with soft encouragement.

Harry’s breathing becomes more controlled as he switches hands now, all of the nail lacquer chipped clean off his right hand. “Can you…can you keep going?”

“Hm?”

“Can you…” He clenches his thighs, bringing your attention down to his swollen prick. You hadn’t realized how badly it had started to throb. He looks away shyly, cheeks and neck strawberry red as he asks you to keep jerking him off.

“Sure, Har. Feels nice? Helps you think a little better?” You dip inside his underwear, tugging his wet shaft out of its confinements and pumping it slowly.

“Y-Yeah,” He sighs shakily, hands trembling. He throws his head back against the light, lavender wall, the muscle inside his jaw ticking. “Oh, fuck yeah…”

“Now what’s this whole–” You give him a small squeeze just below the head, thumbing a couple of times over his leaking hole, just how he likes it, “thing about not deserving me?”

“S'just…after I got off on break, I said I had done it to spend more time with youuu-oh!” His hips give a tight buck into your cupped hand and he’s obviously trying to control himself.

“Yeah?”

“And then I took up the m-movie deal. And you…you weren’t even angry at me? I did it out of no where and you were nothing but happy, even though I broke the promise…” He’s sniffling again, wiping his nose along his shoulder with the shirt sleeve. “You did nothing but support me when I just left you hanging like that and I don’t deserve your patience. I leave you all by yourself to go on tour, get off of tour and then leave you again to do a movie and you haven’t said one bad thing and I just…And then now, having to deal with me drunk off my ass and trying to eat a fucking cig, for Christ’s sake! I don’t–”

“Bullshit.” You state, your tone so strict to the point where he jumps slightly. “I knew that dating you would come with this and I did it anyways because I love you. You never have to worry about this stuff with me, H. If I ever get sad about it, I’ll tell you, but don’t beat yourself up, alright? You live an exhausting enough life as it is, so don’t worry about me, okay? I’m always gonna be here for you because you more than deserve me– you’re a good man with a huge heart and you’re doing all you can to get a good, solid career. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

Harry smiles all watery, kissing your nose. “I love you– fuck, I–so much. You’re just…can’t even put it into words.”

You kiss at the pulse in his neck, murmuring comfort. “Love you, too, my sparkler-eating dumbass.”

He chokes out a laugh, which is cut off by a hearty moan as you give his dick a twist.

“Can I finish you off now without any more tears being shed?” You tease, biting along the skin of his jaw.

“Hell yeah.”

You Drive Me Insane

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

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Sehun scenario | love/hate drama | Office AU | Mild smut (kind of) 

Summary: In which you and Sehun are co-workers who hate each other and are forced to team up…until an unexpected encounter maybe sort of leads to some confusing feelings….


A/N: I’m on a roll with these scenarios…but who doesn’t love a juicy love/hate relationship? I really hope you enjoy this one, I had so much fun writing it 😉  (Also, bless this gif, it fits the story perfectly)


Your bad day at work started early that morning when you accidently spilled coffee down your pristine white blouse, and could do nothing to fix it.

You prayed that no one would point it out at least until you could borrow someone’s blazer to cover up the stain. But alas, as soon as you quickly began walking towards your desk, you heard a loud voice.

“Is that actual shit on your shirt, Y/N?”

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19 days/ Hanahaki Disease

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The Hanahaki Disease is an illness born from severe one-sided love, where the patient throws up flower petals until they suffocate to death. The only cure is to have that love reciprocated, or to undergo surgery to remove the plant which wipes all memories and feelings for their beloved.

It starts on a Monday.

Jian Yi’s throat has been increasingly scratchy, ever since he saw the love letter tucked in that girl’s palm.

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Prompt 24: “I need tampons.”

The moment those three words escaped your lips all six boys stared at you, all with varying expressions on their faces.

“Tampons?” Sodapop asked quizzically. “Sweet heart, you don’t need any tampons, we have plenty of napkins in the pantry. Do you want me to go get you some?”  

“Napkins?” You grunted impatiently as you stared at your big brother. “And what do you suppose using napkins will achieve Sodapop?” 

“Uh…” He trailed off, looking at Steve for support, but he shook his head… there was no way he was getting involved in this one. He puts his hands up in surrender. “I suppose it’d stop the, y’know… flow?” 

“You can say blood. And no, it won’t stop the “flow”, there is a crime scene in my undies.” 

No one dared to say a word. Not even Darry who would usually scold you for saying something so vulgar. 

You honestly weren’t meaning to be so bitchy, honestly, you weren’t… you had just had enough. You were fed up. All you wanted was your mother. But instead, you had to go through all of this by yourself. Darry was absolutely clueless… the day you got your first period, you thought he was going to have a heart attack. He had looked like a deer caught in headlights. 

But the boys winced the moment you had made that comment. 

“We can go get you tampons” Soda said softly, making eye contact with all the boys. “All of us, we will all go together.”

“Hey, Y/N… I can steal you some chocolate…” Two-Bit grinned, reaching out punch your arm softly. “What’ya say?” 

“If I eat chocolate right now, I’m going to puke… to be honest, right now I really feel like I want to murder someone.” And boy was that the truth, your first victim would probably be Steve. “But I also really want soft pretzels.”

“We can get you those.” Johnny smiled at you, he looked a little worried to… you had been getting pains all day… excruciating pains. And he felt awful sorry for you. 

“Okay, let’s wrap this up.” Steve said, walking straight out the door… you could tell he was glad to leave…

As all 6 boys walked out the door you heard Dally mutter to Ponyboy “I say we just get it over with and we kill her.” 

Spotlight || Bucky Barnes

Relationship: AU!Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: When your agent decides a publicity stunt is what you need, you’re fallen into the trap that is Bucky Barnes’ life. How long can you keep up with his attitude and antics or will he redeem himself before it’s too late?

Warnings: kinda asshole bucky and fluff

Word Count: 2390 words

A/N: I HAVE HIGH HOPES FOR THIS ONE


“No way, there is no way I’m doing that,” you said sternly, standing up from your position in the rather large black armchair, “I’m not gonna be exploited like that,” you huffed, walking out of the conference room. 


Bucky Barnes was Hollywood’s highest paid actor, earning a whopping sixty-five million dollars in the last year. He was everything you were looking for in an actor. He was handsome, beyond handsome even his piercing blue eyes and chocolate locks complemented his complexion. He was well built and could perform practically all of his own stunts, which attracted many casting directors. 

People everywhere drooled over him and wished they could one day be like him, but of course, no one was really perfect. 

Bucky Barnes also had the world’s biggest God complex on top of his already ballooned ego and cockiness. He knew he was the best and he didn’t once try to deny it. 

You on the other hand, were fresh blood. Very new to the scene, having only a few major debuts in films and only one major role. It wasn’t your fault and your agent did the best she could, but Hollywood bites. 

So when you walked into a meeting that proposed the idea of you dating Bucky Barnes, the world’s most eligible bachelor, you scoffed at the idea not wanting to be sucked into the realm that is Bucky Barnes life. 

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It’s a Buck Girl Thing (1/?)

Based loosely on ‘It’s a Boy Girl Thing’ (2006)


Summary: You (female reader) pine after Steve Rogers whilst Bucky is being a little shit. One night after an argument on the rooftop you wake up in each other’s bodies.


Pairing: Steve x Reader


Word count: 2.1k


A/N: Personally I’m loving the idea of having a crush on Steve but being in Bucky’s body - surely this will account for enough awkward moments between the two pals?


Warnings: Swearing. Bucky’s ‘D’


Originally posted by sebstian-stan


‘Does he have no shame? Look at him!’ You sighed as you stretched on the mat in the corner of the gym.


You were pining after a certain serum-enhanced blonde. There he was, wearing a tight white t-shirt, so tight in fact there was no point in wearing it whatsoever. You could see every tiny ripple of his muscles, even his bulging veins, growing only more prominent with every lift of the weights.


He had the decency of wearing sweatpants but they hung so low, accentuating the V-shape of his body. On top of this it looked like he wore no underwear underneath as there was no visible outline.


Okay, you were staring.

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Late Nights (Harry Styles)

Originally posted by harrysgolden

You smiled softly to yourself as you watched your daughter close her eyes in her crib. It was hard not to watch her as she slept. She was quiet and looked at peace, like all of the things that had happen previously throughout the day didn’t even matter. They slipped away as she slipped into her dream state. And, to you, for some strange reason found that so intriguing. Your baby girl had been a quiet one ever since she was born and it was something both your husband and yourself had learned to truly appreciate it. A non-hassling baby was something of a necessity when it came to your careers.

You reached up to light mounted onto the wall and switched it off with the clasp of your fingers but not before turning on the small moon night light that rested on nightstand. It illuminated the room just enough to the point where she could sleep in content. Harry had gotten it from one of his trips to Italy, mentioning that when he saw it he instantly thought of Everly.

Nodding to yourself and brushing a finger over her cheek you exited the room with silent footsteps and closed the door to a rather large crack.


The overly large abode had now fallen silent. All of the workers were gone and your two German Shepherds were sleeping downstairs in their beds.

You didn’t like it.

Sure having a peaceful and quiet house to come home to after a long day at work was fantastic but their were other reasons behind your distaste. Firstly, the house was so large.

With the positions you and your husband had in your separate industries it made sense to have such a large estate with hallways that went on forever and too many rooms to count, but that didn’t mean you wanted it. 

There were times though, when you would step back and look around; It was too much space and the only time it felt full was during the day when everyone was here and awake, bustling about on the French oak wood flooring or the Aurora marble of the kitchen. It made the place feel slightly more alive than its normal ‘soft talking and classical music background’ vibes (Harry was set on only playing it since it was “Important for Everly’s growth and development).

But the second part was that Harry wasn’t here.

He was on a business trip in Greece, meeting with some new possible partners that could only help to expand and endorse his company. He had another two or three days until he would be back in your’s and your daughter’s presence.

It still felt strange though, not physically having him here with you. Maybe it was the postpartum depression you were experiencing since it had only been a few weeks to a month after having little Everly Ryn. Or maybe it was just the fact that you were over protective of your husband and it made you feel 10 times lonelier than you let on. Whatever it was it nearly distracted you from the sound of an incoming Skype call on your laptop downstairs. 


Collecting your thoughts you darted down the stairs as silently but as haste as possible. The dogs (Hendrix and Iver) raised their heads at your quick movement, watching as your pink silk gown swiped the rooms. In seconds your eyes focused in on your Mac resting on the kitchen island, screen still open and a loud pinging emitting from it’s speakers.

You carried yourself past the living room and onto the cold floor before standing right in front of the laptop.

Harry’s name popped up the screen waiting patiently for you to finally press the button. A small smile filled your face at the sight of his name. Running a hand through your hair you cleared your throat and pressed the button.


There’s that beautiful face.” Warmth spread over your cheeks.

“Well hello to you too.” You laughed shaking your head at the brunette on the screen. Your eyes raised and you stared at him for a moment, getting a good look at his exterior. His face read as “Drained” seeming a little bit more pale than usual, his green eyes with a grey haze over them and the bags under his eyes were more defined than usual. You furrowed your eyebrows together and went to speak.

“You look tired.” Surprisingly those words didn’t come from your mouth but from Harry’s. His head was turned slightly to the left like he was trying to examine you from a different angel.

“Me?”

“Yeah. Was Evs a hassle?” He asked taking a sip from a coffee cup. You smiled for a second at his nickname for her before quickly shaking your head.

“I mean it took a while for her to finally close her eyes but she’s alright.” You answered truthfully. You didn’t want to give him any reason to worry about anything back here because everything was fine.

“Good..that’s good. Y'know I miss–”


“I was going to say the same thing to you.” Your interjection made him stop mid-sentence his facial expression raising into curiosity once more.

“Say what baby?” He smiled lop-sided, rubbing the sleep out of the corner his eye.

“You look tired Harry. What time is it over there?” Your eyes drifted over to the clock to see it read only 9:25 which was pretty early but he was in Greece.

“Doesn’t matter–”

“Harold.” He flinched at your voice before sighing. You watched through the screen as he stretched from wherever he was sat at to grasp what you assumed what was his phone. He clicked it on and that’s when you heard another sigh.

“4:25.”

“Harry–” You began to drawn on until he stopped you.

“I’m fine Y/N, really. I’ve stayed up much later than this before–”

“Wait you haven’t even gone to sleep yet?” You questioned with wide eyes and furrowed brows. His eyes shut and lips tightened as he probably realized he shouldn’t have mentioned that last part to you. “Babe please get some sleep.” You pleaded. He shook his head and the sound of papers being messily put together sounded between the two of you.

“ ‘ave to finish signing these papers and emailing the other Company. They need certain documents by 12 to help get things up and running so I wanted to get them done now so I didn’t have to worry later–”

“Harry.” His tired moss colored eyes met your pixelated stare, almost looking like a deer caught in headlights. You sucked in a deep breath and took a moment before giving him a soft beam. “I love you.”

It looked like he just melted at your words, his tight shoulders lowering, the worry line in between in his eyebrows disappearing, and his eyes falling and sparking.

“I love you too Y/N.” He grinned. You stayed like that for a while, smiling at each other like you did when you were teenagers. Admiring everything you could physically see at the moment. Harry was still as handsome as you remembered him to be with his pink cheeks and dimples, those eyes you fell head over heals for. Yeah..he was still the Harry you knew and loved.
“Now, tell me how your fashion line is going.” His words interrupted your longing stare but you didn’t mind. You knew he asked because not only did he actually want to know, but because he needed to stay awake.


And yeah those models should be coming in from Spain and Germany next week I believe if Lanny did the scheduling right.” You laughed as you scrolled through the notes on your phone. “This’ll actually be the first time we’ll have any models from Barcelona so I’m pretty excited.”

“ ‘Sounds like it’ll be lots of fun poppet.” Harry chuckled as he signed another document. The both of you had spent this time working, but the chatting seemed to be the best part because it made it feel like neither of you were actually as far away.


“Yeah maybe for my next shoot you could model.” You joked as you texted another employee about details for the sketches on an upcoming fall line.

“With this body? Give me a couple months to get back into shape first, yeah?” You both laughed once more but you shook your head looking up at him.

“Harry you’re only 26,” You giggled, “I think you’ll be fine.”

“ ‘Dunno babe, sitting at a desk 24/7 doesn’t have many health benefits.” He smirked reading another paper.

Just before you were going to turn back to your phone you noticed the brightness starting to illuminate the backboard of Harry’s bed. Glancing at your clock you realized that it was 10:30, which means not only had you talked for two hours, but it was 6 o'clock by Harry.

“Hey….babe?”

“Yes darling?”

“The sun is coming up.” His head shot up, making dead eye contact with you. You pointed behind him with a snicker and watched as he did double take to the window.

“Holy crap.” Both of you broke up in laughter at his shock and slowly he turned back to grin at you.

“Are you going to go to sleep now?” You ask teasingly. He sighs and shakes his head in a heap of chuckles.

“I’ll get a couple hours for your sake.” You cheered silently, extremely happy he finally listened to you. He began to collect the papers surrounding him and piling them into a manila folder. He mumbled a couple things to himself when he glanced over certain papers, separating them from others into a black folder. You watched him from the corner of your eye as you cleaned up your plate of leftovers, placing the dishes in the sink and the containers in the fridge.

You returned to the screen somehow at the same time, both looking equally as tired as the other you assumed. It had been a long day for the both of you.

“Alright, you promise you’re going to sleep?” You inquired with one raised eyebrow. He gave out another soft chuckle but nodded.

“Yes Y/N.” He spoke mocking. You rolled your eyes but flashed his another tired grin.
“Okay…I love you.” You words were quiet but they were too meaningful for him not to hear.

“I love you more baby.” His voice sounded overly sincere. A pang hit your chest..hard. “Tell Evs I love her and that I miss her. Oh give her a kiss for me too.” He beamed.

“I will.” You simpered. He glanced at you once more with a sad “I love you so much I don’t want to hang up” look but you knew it was too late to carry on this conversation.

“I’ll see you soon Y/N.” You nodded to yourself eyes resting on your lap. You hated goodbyes so much, they were awful and gut-wrenching, made your insides twist to the point in which you felt dizzy. It was worse though..having to say goodbye to Harry.

“Hey.” You glanced at him the same smile resonating between his cheeks, “I love you.” A long pause.

“I love you too.”

“Goodnight babe.”

“Goodnight Harry.” With that you hung up and closed your laptop. Your heart felt heavy but you took in a deep breath. Everything was going to be fine, of course, you just needed to relax.



Climbing up the long staircase you took more breaths to yourself. Yes the house felt emptier than usual but you had to remind yourself that Everly was still here to comfort and love. And it would only be a day or so until Harry would be back. Besides it wasn’t like he hadn’t spent longer business trips away from you. During your first year together he once left for a whole month to stay in Japan and that was a test against your relationship.

Luckily this time he had only been gone for two weeks.


You pushed the double doors to your master bedroom open and let out a yawn before stretching your arms above your head. Stripping from the robe and hitting the lights you cross the room to your bed. Pulling the blankets back you crawled beneath the silk sheets and onto the pillows.

Just as you were about to fall asleep a buzzing noise broke you out of the trance. Groaning and reaching to your side you grasp your phone off the bedside table. It was a message.


From Harry.

Stop worrying so hard and go to sleep. I love you ❤️” An overwhelmingly large smile filled your face and you hastily responded to the message.

I love you too. Goodnight 💜




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My Fault [ Peter Parker ]

Anonymous said to huntershawn:

Well since you saw Homecoming, can I get an imagine where Peter has a crush on y/n instead of Liz, and that during the ATM robbery incident she was close by and got hurt when Mr. Delmar’s store got hurt with the blast and Peter didn’t know, and he didn’t see her until a week later in school, where she had a cast on her leg and got cuts everywhere. And Peter had a breakdown because he felt guilty, anddd you can decide how it ends. Sorry if its long tho. Thank you

A/N: might’ve gone a bit overboard with this one hehe

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I’m your boyfriend, after all. // Haechan (Lee Donghyuck)

Originally posted by haenyan

Style: Drabble set

Genre: Fluuf, fluff and more fluff… so much fluff I almost made myself throw up

Warnings: None~

Words: 3.590

a/n: My bias ♥︎♥︎♥︎ I originally wasn’t going to post this since I ran out of ideas/the formatting is weird but then I saw all the rumours floating around him :’( Please try not to believe any of them until an official source says otherwise… he doesn’t deserve all the slander he’s getting!! Let’s all support him through this rough time! (also sorry for not updating frequently… school stuck a knife up my ass lol) 

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when you just debuted pt. 2 ; pt. 1

“when we go in here, don’t act like fools or i sw-”

“you swear what?” kookie cut namjoon off with a question that could’ve been answered if he let him finish.

“again, he doesn’t know.” taehyung said, holding in his urge to laugh.

“you don’t intimidate us, especially my old ass so stop trying to act tough.” jin added on.

namjoon nodded his head and flicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth. when he was salty, he made it obvious until someone apologized to him.

“stop acting bitter.” jimin said as he crept up beside him and tightly side hugged him.

“we’re sorry.” jungkook sarcastically mumbled.

namjoon stopped his act and walked away from the group and to the back doors of the building that inkigayo took place in. he entered and the boys followed.

the performance schedule was located across from where they were when they entered.

the maknae line didn’t waste any time to look for your name after greeting the staff and other groups.

“i found her name!” jungkook semi yelled, causing a few heads to turn and the boys to come over.

yoongi and hoseok knew exactly where you were but they didn’t let anyone else know because they knew that it would cause commotion.

while everyone else was busy fanboying at the sight of your name, yoonseok was busy staring at you.

you were getting your makeup and hair done. you even brought your own makeup and hair moisturizer/oil because you knew that these people wouldn’t fix you up (they would use a lighter shade/try to put chemicals in your hair) right.

yoonseok noticed you reaching into your bag to grab your products, how you pouted your lips when speaking in broken korean and how you often pulled up your clothing since it was a little too small.

they adored you.

yoongi replaced his blushing facial expression with a more cocky one and turned to hoseok. “i respect her but in all honesty, i’d marry her and hit that a thousand times.”

hobi chuckled and nodded in agreement. he bit down on his lip while eyeing you and spoke. “she is fine as hell in person…can i tell you something? man to man?”

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a n g s t 💔this used to be a short headcanon I sent to @hcllland, but then I decided to make it into a full story. Enjoy ♡

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Too Independent Pt. 2

Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader

Length: 2129+ words [I didn’t think it was this long tbh…]

TW

A/N: It got angsty really quick.

Feedback is appreciated (AND SO ARE YOU)!

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Y/N woke up, pressed against a warm, solid mass. She blinked away the confusion as the last 24 hours came back to her. Horror filled her mind when she realized what had happened. Mortified by the events of the last 24 hours, she scrambled off Dean’s bed, eyes wide, and chest heaving as she looked at her peaceful brother sleeping. She looked down, and noticed she was stark naked, the small onesie stretching past its limit. She quickly grabbed a shirt from Dean’s drawer, putting it on. She’s never felt more grateful for her brother’s long figure until that moment. The shirt had come to mid-thigh, covering just enough for her to sneak back into her room to grab her own clothes. She slowly made her way to the door, not wanting to make too much noise in fear of waking him up. Once she made it to the hallway, she ran to her own room. Before she could make it to her safe haven, she was caught by her other brother.

“Hey, Y/N!” Sam greeted, a wide smile on his face. “You’re awake, and back to normal! How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay,” she replied quietly, placing her hand near the hem of the shirt, making sure it was covering everything.

“Even though you were super adorable as a baby, I missed having actual conversations with you.” Sam chuckled, and took a few extra steps to give her a side hug. She returned it just slightly before he pulled away. “Anyways, I’m gonna go on a run. I’ll see you later.”

“Be safe!” she called back to him as he walked off with a wave. Finally, she made it to her room. She threw on some underwear, and tights before jumping on the bed, just short of screaming into her pillow. Tears of frustration streaming down her face. It was a another hour and a half of her own pity party until someone knocked on her door.

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Caught a woman trying to hide a box of frozen mac and cheese on a shelf earlier this week. She saw me standing there and looked like a deer in headlights so I asked, "Ma'am would you like me to put that back in the freezer where it really belongs?" which was literally fifteen steps away. This bitch was too lazy to walk fifteen steps to put it in the freezer. I'm delighted that I managed to make her see how stupid she was in that moment without coming out and saying she was stupid.

Part Two // Somebody Else [A Stiles Stilinski Story]

Prompt: Stiles broke her heart and now she can never look at him the same. They remained friends, but she can’t exactly find it in herself to truly forgive Stiles and he doesn’t know how to accept her new relationship with the one person he can’t stand. Overtime, they both eventually got over each other… or have they?

Series (collab with @sarcasticallystilinski): Prologue Part One - Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight

Realtionship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader/ Stiles Stilinski x OFC/ Theo Raeken x Reader/ Theo Raeken x OFC

Warnings: Making Out, Erotic Touching, Swearing, and Angst

Word Count: 1,600

Taking a deep breath, Katalina walked into the chemistry lab and already sat in her assigned seat. She didn’t even bother to greet anyone, too embarrassed on how much she spent the night thinking about and missing Stiles. It made her annoyed and so confused, she just couldn’t take it anymore. And, so, with everything she had in her, Katalina tried to push it all down.

“Hey, partner.” A smiling Scott McCall greeted her when she sat next to him at their lab table.

“Hi.” Katalina cleared her throat, her voice a little rough from not using it until now. “Good morning, partner.”

“Good morning.” Scott chuckled, opening his chemistry notebook to get ready for class. “Did you sleep well?”

Katalina sighed at the question, the memories of her constant thinking and nostalgia over her ex had her up the entire night, tossing and turning in her bed. She tried everything she could to sleep. She listened to classical music, she tried reading to tire her eyes out and she even counted sheep, but none of them actually worked. Thank God for Lydia Martin, however, and all of the makeup classes she has ruthlessly given her. Because of her red headed best friend, Katalina was able to cover all of her dark circles with just the right amount of concealer.

“Yeah.” Katalina forced a smile and before she can ask him the same question, the chemistry teacher began teaching his class.

Katalina could feel his gaze on her and it made her skin tingle. He didn’t even try to hide the fact that he was staring at her, Stiles Stilinski has no boundaries and he certainly isn’t ashamed of that. Theo, on the other hand, was also watching her like a hawk. Well, her and Stiles that is. Katalina wasn’t a werewolf or anything supernatural, and yet, she could still sense the jealousy coming off of her boyfriend.

After giving a boring explanation, the teacher handed out an assignment to do and she and Scott immediately got to work. It had something to do with mixing chemicals and Katalina was very thankful that Scott had actually been paying attention, the girl too focused on the stares she was getting from two different people at the same time.

“So, why’d you leave the party so early last night?” Scott asked nonchalantly as he poured a green liquid into another empty test tube.

“Oh, uh, I just felt like going home.” Katalina answered and the werewolf scoffed at her answer.

“Even if I wasn’t a werewolf and could hear your heartbeat increase, I would still know that that lame excuse is clearly a lie.”

“Okay, you know I really hate that you’re always one step ahead of the rest of us, right?” She chuckled, accepting the fact that she just got caught like a deer in headlights.

“I do.” Scott laughed and she laughed along with him before a comfortable silence took over.

The Alpha werewolf cleared his throat and turned to look her straight in the eye with a look of protectiveness and care. Two characteristics Scott always has on and she admired him for that.

“Was it because of Stiles?” He asked, his voice soft and careful not to possibly hurt her.

Katalina just nodded, not really trusting her voice to verbally respond. Scott knows about everything that happened better than anyone else. He knows just how much Stiles truly hurt her and he was the greatest friend Katalina could have at that moment. Scott listened to every word her wounded heart had to say and gave her some of the best advice she had ever heard in her life.

“Did you know that he asks me about you everyday?”

“He does?” Katalina asked, her voice more perky than she expected.

“Yeah, he does.” Scott nodded, giving her a weak smile. “Stiles cares so much about you.”

Katalina’s eyes fell to the floor with that small and, yet, painful statement.

“Yeah, well, someone who cares about you doesn’t use you for their own personal interests.” Katalina scoffed, focusing on her terrible handwriting in their notebook.

“He made a mistake-”

“Scott, we’ve been over this way too many times.” She stated with an exhausted voice, looking back up at him. “How about we just drop it?”

“Okay.” The werewolf swallowed, agreeing with her terms. He didn’t want to push her and make her feel worse than she already did.

“Thank you.”

Class ended soon after Scott finally finished the experiment perfectly. Katalina helped with what she could, but he did most of it. Scott was focusing on his grades more lately, finally knowing how to balance the supernatural with school. It made Katalina proud and happy to see him so invested in his future and not just on the threats that surrounded them all the time.

Once the bell rang, indicating that the students were finally dismissed, Theo immediately made his way towards his girlfriend. He didn’t want Stiles anywhere near her and would do everything in his power to prevent it. The anger on Stiles’ face was so obvious that it wasn’t even necessary to glance at him to know just how furious he was. Theo could smell the chemo signals coming off of the human and he smiled, pleased with himself for causing that.

Stiles grabbed his things and left without even bothering to say a word, his patience too thin to spend any second longer in the same room as Theo Raeken. Katalina watched as he angrily trudged out of the classroom and felt slightly hurt. She just wished things could be like how they used to. She wants to be his friend again and to have him in her life, but everytime she tries to fix things between them, Katalina remembers how he just used her to get to the real girl he had a crush on and it pains her everytime.

“Ready for lunch?” Theo asked his girlfriend, glad Stiles was finally out of the picture.

“Yeah.” She sighed, looking back at him and getting her backpack. “Let’s go.”

The cafeteria was already full of students getting their meals when she and Theo had arrived. They would’ve gotten there earlier, but Theo wanted some alone time with her. Katalina’s pink lipstick smudged on his lips as evidence on just what they were doing before getting there.

Once they got their lunches and sat down at a cafeteria table with their friends, Theo immediately settled his hand on her thigh. She turned to look at him with a confused expression when he rubbed small circles on her bare skin.

Katalina gazed at him with a confused expression, but Theo was too busy looking elsewhere. She didn’t understand why he was being so straight forward, sure they’re very passionate with one another, but they never really show any public displays of affection. It made Katalina nervous and Theo didn’t like to make her uncomfortable in any way.

Her breath hitched in her throat when he slid his hand higher and under the fabric of her skirt. Anxiety rushed through the blood in her veins and she didn’t know whether or not she wanted him to stop. However, the second Theo’s finger lightly touched her over her panties, she knew she wanted him to keep going.

That’s when she noticed just where he was staring at and everything, finally, made sense. Theo was cockily smirking at her ex-boyfriend as Stiles angrily glared back. Everyone sitting at the table didn’t even seem to notice what was going on since they were too focused in their own conversations, but the moment Katalina realized just what Theo was doing, her entire body boiled with rage. It made her so upset that Theo would do such a childish thing just to spark some anger from Stiles.

The tension between the three of them was strong and once Scott, finally, noticed what was going on, Katalina had enough. She roughly grabbed his hand and urgently ripped it away from her body, Theo’s head immediately snapping towards her. Katalina didn’t say anything, she just watched as Stiles smirked to himself and focused on the meal before him.

“Are you okay?” Her boyfriend whispered in a hushed tone into her ear, his breath sending shivers down her body and she cleared her throat before answering.

“Just stop, Theo.”

“Stop what?”

Katalina groaned at his attempts of being innocent and it made her angry just how hard Theo always tries to be the victim and never the one doing the wrong thing.

“Stop trying to make Stiles jealous!” Katalina shouted a little too loudly and everyone snapped their attentions towards the couple. Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment as they watched in awe.

“I’m not trying to make Stiles jealous.” Theo lied right through his teeth and her ex-boyfriend scoffed from across the table. “Well, it was working until you took my hand off your thigh!”

“You’re such a child, Theo.” Katalina shook her head, annoyed at her unbelievable boyfriend.

“And it definitely wasn’t working.” Stiles stated, pushing a spoonful of food into his mouth.

“Please, Stiles.” Theo chuckled, the sound making Katalina cringe. “I can smell your jealousy from over here.”

“Yeah, for me to be jealous would require me actually liking Katalina.” Stiles answered with his mouth full.

The response was something she already knew, but still stung a small pang of hurt in her heart. It’s not like she has any feelings for him either, but ever since last night all she can feel is nostalgia clouding her mind. And it was stupid of her to think that things could ever go back to the way they used to be, yet she couldn’t help but feel the smallest bit hopeful. It was reckless and she knew that. Katalina can’t take back what he did and their relationship can never return to the peaceful state it used to be.

Or so they both thought.

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A/N: Also slightly based off of the song “Shape Of You” by Ed Sheeran. I hope you guys like it! It turned into something much longer than I expected.

I do not own Teen Wolf or it’s characters. Sadly.

Word Count: 3,291

Warnings: None that I know of. Mild language?

Beautiful people who helped me when I came to them with this crazy idea and said to run with it: @aworldmadeforme @life-what-life-i-dont-have-one

Anon said: “I thought of a Roomies thing that maybe plays into the direction of their storyline you might be headed in?? Y/n is having a rough night, and she doesn’t want to be alone with her thoughts, but on this particular night, Isaac isn’t home. After/while debating with herself over it she tentatively creeps across the loft to Derek’s room and peers in, before changing her mind at the last minute. As she goes to creep back to her room again, he’s like “what the hell is it you’re doing?” And-she’s caught in the headlights of Derek’s glowing alpha eyes. Basically, she ends up staying in Derek’s bed, and they predictably are awkward and funny but it’s ultimately sweet?? Idk, if it’s a bad idea don’t worry about it or anything haha ☺️x”

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Anon said: “derek x reader based on bad liar by selena gomez pls?”

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You tossed and turned, battling with the sheets just as much as you were your mind. They wrapped around you like a cocoon from the way you must have thrashed in your sleep, keeping you confined to the bed like restraints. Normally you wouldn’t have minded, waking up as a human burrito was actually quite calming, but the thoughts that came to mind every time you closed your eyes just made the safe swaddle feel like a strangling stronghold.

You chuckle at the thought. You could be quite poetic with the right amount of sleep deprivation.

You huffed, slapping a hand to your forehead. Of course tonight was the night Isaac was gone, out on some night patrol with Peter per request of Scott because of some tiny, but disturbing, series of events that had everyone in the pack on edge.

Water. A glass of the cold liquid would surely scare away the demons, right? After all, most of your thoughts consisted of flames and burning things, so water it was.

After fighting with the sheets wrapped around you for too long a time to be reasonable, you plopped to the floor with a soft thud, moaning gently before you rose to your feet, dragging them sleepily across the floor, not even putting in the effort to lift them even a little. This proved a bit harder to handle as you made your way across the concrete floors of the living room, proving to be a slick ice to your sock clad feet, and you floundered just a little before regaining your footing.

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