i made this just to see what it would look like and now i can't stop watching :x

stay in the dark (a mileven fic)

hey there mileven readers, it’s me, ya girl savannah. the lovely @thecakegoesmeow requested Mike and Eleven hanging out in the cabin and Mike seeing El’s amazing curls for the first time. I hope it’s everything you wanted! (ao3 link) 

“What’s going on in there?” Chief Jim Hopper shouted, for the fifth time- and yes, he was counting. He stood outside the bathroom door, conveniently locked, knocking again. “Come on, kiddo it’s been like an hour.”

“20 minutes!” she yelled from behind the locked door.

Hopper looked around to show the empty room the confusion on his face. “What?” he shouted back.

“You said an hour!” he heard her yell again, “it’s only be twenty minutes.”

“It’s called an exaggeration, El. Wasn’t that your word of the day, what, like a week ago? I’d have thought you would have that one down, you sure seem to like ‘em.” he mused, laughing at his own joke. When the teenager behind the door didn’t respond, Hopper let out a sigh of exasperation. Guess it was still too early to start using Dad Jokes on her.  “Listen, he’s gonna be here any minute. You gonna stay in there the whole time he’s here?”

El’s reflection in the mirror frowned at her, and she untangled her goopy hands from her head. “Stupid hair,” she grumbled, her shoulders falling.

“What’d you say?” she heard her Hopper’s muffled voice ask. El’s forehead collided with the mirror as she let it drop, giving up altogether and letting her hands hang down by her sides.

“My hair.” El half whispered. Her eyes trained in on the the other girl in the mirror, her mind focused on the curls that stuck up way behind her head, willing them to obey and lay flat. They began to fall back in slow motion, El finally smiling. Stay, she prayed.

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“My parents are gross...ly in love” - Bruce Wayne x Reader (x batfam)

Hi ! I see you all the time in my notifications, liking my stuff, so thank you very much for that @xsxaxjxax, and thank you for the compliment as well !! Here’s your request, I don’t know if it’s any good but hope you’ll like it ! (Oh also, #3.being sickeningly affectionate with each other SOMEWHAT A BIT NSFW) : 

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You heard them coming in, but you couldn’t care less. And given the fact that your Bruce was still kissing you, he obviously didn’t give a damn either. 

It was too perfect to stop. You rarely had time where things could be like that. 

Your husband had a day off, and you called in sick just to stay with him, the occasion too good to pass on. You had a wonderful morning together, staying in bed late, enjoying each other’s presence, talking about anything and everything, making love a lot. When you finally got out of bed, you didn’t bother to dress nicely as usual. You both just put on sweat pants and a hoodie, and, hands in hands, went to get your late breakfast. 

Your sons were there, and when they saw the both of you coming in, giggling like idiots because their father was tickling your sides lovingly, they all sighed. Oh, that was one of those days uh ? One of those very rare days where you and Bruce didn’t have to worry about anything because things for once went alright, one of those very rare days where you’d almost turn into conjoined twins because you wouldn’t let go of each other for a seconds. One of those days where you grossed out your children on a regular basis. 

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What Are You Waiting For?

Prompt: My heart belongs to you, if you want it.

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2541

Warnings: swearing, angst, sorry y’all it’s another wedding fic because i don’t know how to stop.

A/N: is is for @just-some-drabbles writing challenge, congrats love. ir’s another au, real surprising i know

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anonymous asked:

Hey, could you please write about Jealous Harry? Not violent,crazy, impossible things but something where you're not properly a couple but you have a thing for each other, and he has made you a little jealous before and now he finds himself in your position when you're casually flirting with another guy? And this guy being really charming and you know hot flirt? I know this is really detailed I'm so sorry, totally understand if you don't want to! I really like your writings!

Ah yes, jealous Harry. Good stuff.
Thanks so much for reading my works, and thank you for requesting! I hope you enjoy!
I’ll try to get through all of my requests, but I am a slow writer, so please bear with me. x

You pull your buzzing phone from your pocket and your heart does a little flip when you see the name of the caller across the screen. It’s been a while since you’d last seen Harry. To be fair, you were ignoring him because he was the one who had been flirty with one of the girls from the studio. You know at times he’s naturally flirty- that’s just the way Harry is- but you are still bitter about it and you’ve been blowing off plans with him without giving him a clue as to why.

You pick up the phone after it rings twice and greet him with a soft “hi, H.”

“Are you off work? Thought maybe we could grab dinner or something.” Harry’s voice is so smooth through the speaker you feel a smile form on your lips.

“I’m actually going to get after-work drinks with someone.” You almost feel bad for blowing him off again until a thought crosses your mind. This would be the perfect time for you to get back at him for making you jealous before. “Hey! You should come with us, he’s a really sweet guy and I’m sure you guys will get along.”

Harry hesitates because he doesn’t want to intrude, but you know he eventually says yes because he doesn’t want you getting drinks with another guy alone.

When Harry arrives at the bar, you’re already seated next your coworker in one of the booths. He struts over and settles himself across from the two of you after introducing himself. You notice the way Harry’s brows knit together when he notices how close you’re sitting with the man next to you- so close that your elbow brushes up against the side of his arm whenever you lean in to speak- and you smirk at him and proceed to order a round of shots.

Harry can’t deny that your coworker is handsome, but he also can’t deny thinking that you should be sitting next to him in the booth and not next to some bloke who works in the IT department, especially in the tipsy state that you’re in.

You laugh a bit too loudly than you intend to when your coworker cracks a joke, and you look over to where Harry is staring daggers at you.

“Isn’t he just so funny?”

“Quite funny,” Harry replies to you through gritted teeth, and you proceed to hook your arm over the man’s shoulders.

At this point Harry seems to have snapped.

“Wow, just look at the time,” Harry says before he stands up from his seat to come around to your side and tug at your arm.

You whine as Harry drags you out of the booth and grabs your purse from the table.

“We should leave, you know,” Harry looks at you and you feel him give your arm a light squeeze. “Before we’re late for that thing.”

Before your coworker can ask what thing, Harry’s leading you out of the bar and down the street in the direction of your apartment. You walk with Harry in silence for about two blocks before you start to worry. Of all the times you’ve upset him, he’s never given you the silent treatment before. Maybe this time you’ve really done it.

When the two of you get to a less busy part of the street, you pull Harry’s arm to stop him from walking.

“That was quite rude to leave my coworker there all of the sudden, don’t you think?”

“He likes you, you know that right? I didn’t think you’d be naive enough to let it get past you.” You expected to hear the annoyance in Harry’s voice, but the slight jab of his words catches you by surprise.

“I don’t want anything to happen. Not with him.”

“So you’re just going to openly flirt with some bloke right in front of me?”

“To be fair, you started it when you were flirting with the new producer last week. This was only a joke.”

Harry lets out an exasperated sigh. “Don’t joke around like that,” he says under his breath.

You feel a pang of guilt before you take a step closer to Harry and reach for his hand.

“I like you,” you remind him and he moves his fingers to lace them in between yours. “And if I want you, then you don’t need to worry about who wants me, alright?”

There’s a time and place for everything, and while you and Harry have individual things to work out before jumping into a relationship with each other, the feelings are definitely there, and Harry doesn’t ever hesitate when it comes to telling you he’d wait forever for you.

“Just don’t gets drinks with guys like him anymore,” Harry scrunches his nose at the mention of your coworker.

“No more games,” You promise. “Now let’s go back to mine so we can watch a rom com or something.”


(requested by anon)

Kai Parker x Reader
word count 
: 5 843
warning : smut
summary : Kai handcuffs himself to Reader to get her to admit she feels something for him, and things happen.😈
gif by lightwoodxalec
note :  i know it turned out a bit longer, but i just couldn’t make myself shorten it. hope you guys like it 😈🔥


A sigh left her lips and she ran her fingers through her hair, fixing her shirt before sitting on the bench to tie her favourite converse’ ties. Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling someone was watching her in that moment in the girl’s locker room and before that during cheerleading practice. Only there was absolutely no one else but her left right now. This feeling was turning into paranoia with full blown hallucinations, because she could swear Kai had been sitting in the bleachers watching her do all those flips and climb to the top of the pyramid.
Ever since that night a few weeks ago when Damon had the brilliant idea to play spin the bottle and she and Kai somehow always ended up having to make out with each other, her blue eyed friend tended to appear everywhere she was. And even though she wouldn’t admit it – she liked having him around, but after all this kissing, all her feelings towards him had gotten magnified. Y/N hadn’t been able to stop herself from falling for him. How could she? There wasn’t a thing about him she didn’t like and his danger vibe pulled her in like a magnet. He had found his way into her bloodstream and even if she tried to shake him – there wouldn’t be a way.
A sigh left her lips and she got up, bent over to get her bag when –
   "Damn, you look even hotter with your hair wet and that almost see through shirt – “ said Kai, snaking his hands around her waist and pulled her towards him, nibbling on her earlobe. ” – and I thought seeing you in your cheerleading uniform with those pompoms doing those flips was too much for my cold dead heart.“
Y/N screamed, folding her hands on her chest trying to hide the wet spots on her shirt. “What are you doing here ?! Get out !”
   "Hi.“ he spun her around, grinning. Kai put his hands on her waist and slowly backed her against the lockers near by. “Now, what sort of a question is this? I came to watch my girlfriend’s cheerleading practice –”
   "Not your girlfriend.“ she said quietly. His eyes were so insanely blue, he hadn’t shaven for at least a few days, his hair was a bit longer and messy. Y/N balled her hands into fists just to stop herself from tangling her fingers in it. Somehow he looked even hotter every time she saw him. It was driving her nuts. How was that even possible ?! “W-would you stop calling me that ?”
Kai braced his hand next to her head and snaked the other around her lower back listening to her heart trying to leap out of her chest. “What else should I call my girl ?” he smiled innocently, leaning in to whisper in her ear. “You know, I really liked those red panties you had on before you went in the shower. So hot, I just – hmmm.”
Y/N’s breath got caught in her throat. Kai had really been there and that feeling she had about being watched – it hadn’t been paranoia. And even though she should’ve been absolutely enraged with him, what she felt in that moment was anything but – “W-would you stop doing all of that ?”
   "Doing what ?“ he smiled innocently, brushing his nose against her cheek. “Looking out for my girl ?” he whispered in her ear, his breath tickling her skin.
   "Calling me your girl –“ she said quietly. “Following me everywhere, sneaking into my bedroom in the middle of the night –”
    “You sleep with the window open. It’s dangerous. Someone might sneak in.”
    “– and you most definitely can't watch me change and/or shower.”
    “I can but I didn’t.” he said as if it’s obvious. “Though it was very tempting. Oh don’t look at me with those shocked eyes. I was just making sure you won’t slip, hit your head and bleed to death. ”
    “My handsome hero, mov– ” she tried to push his hand off her waist. He leaned in towards her. “Wh-what are you doing ?”
    “Listening –” he whispered, his lips almost touching her lips as he spoke. 
    “T-to what ?”
    “Your heart.” he said quietly. “It’s beating so fast right now. I can barely separate the heartbeats – wait. You think I’m handsome ?”
Y/N’s eyes widened a little and she put her hands on his chest, involuntarily biting her lip feeling his muscles flex under her palms and pushed him off her. “Get out. Now.”
    “Ouch.” he replied, sounding amused. “Is that how you treat your man? Maybe I should’ve gotten you flowers and/or chocolate first. Girls like those right?”
    “Yes, we do.” she said, pushing him between the bench and the lockers. “And I am not your girl. You are not my man.“ 
Kai laughed under his breath and placed his hands on her waist, resting his forehead on hers. His fingers lightly touched her bare skin but that was enough to send shock waves of electricity coursing through her veins. Butterflies flapped their wings in her stomach and she felt her knees go weak. His lips hovered right over hers and she found herself dreaming about kissing him again. It had felt so good to kiss him that night and things had gotten so heated up between them, just the memory made her skin feel like its on fire.
    “Liar.” he whispered, his lips almost touching hers as he spoke. “I can hear your heartbeat every single time I call you mine. You like it and judging by your shallow breathing right now and how your cheeks are flushed – you like having me this close, too.”
   “I have no idea what you are talking about.” she said quietly, placing her hands on his chest for a few seconds too long before attempting to push him off again. “Wh-why are you really here ? What do you want ?”
   “You.“ he replied, handcuffing them together. “Nah-uh, don’t –”
Kai watched her amused while she shoved her hand in his front jeans pocket looking for the key, finding nothing before trying his other pocket feeling a slight bulge in his jeans and she gulped but the second he suddenly pulled her towards him, she nearly lost it. Her breath got hitched in her throat and she could literally feel his heart beating just as fast as hers. His hot breath hit her face, clouding her mind. His lips were even closer now, if she lifted herself slightly on her toes, they’d be kissing–
    “T-thrown away ?” she said quietly, her eyes drifting between his eyes and his lips.
    “Incinerated actually, but good guess.” he smirked, watching the vein on her forehead pulsating. “You’re  so cute when you are angry.” he tapped her nose. “Ahh Y/N, we are going to have so much fun together. What do you want to do? We can go to the movies, lurk in the shadows and make out until you need me to give you mouth to mouth. Or go home, play strip poker, wrestle in bed –” he raised his eyebrows suggestively. “I’d be fine with either of those activities. It’s not like my girl can sneak away this time…”
   “There is no ‘we’. Uncuff me. Now.“ she demanded.
   “No.” he grinned, intertwining their fingers together while she tried to push them away. “Those –” he lifted their handcuffed hands “– won’t come off until you drop the act and stop pretending you don’t like me and that –”
   “Who’s pretending ?“
   “– having me this close is not affecting you at all.”
   "It’s not.“ she avoided his gaze, trying everything she could to calm down her heart rate/breathing. Not that it was possible with him standing this close. Not when her mind was being flooded with thoughts about him. Strip poker ? That would be something. she thought, involuntarily biting her lip while getting lost in a day dream about him. Her eyes fluttered closed for a second and she could almost feel her hands tangle in his hair while his lips pressed against hers, his lips leaving kisses on her neck before he pulls her shirt over her head –  Why couldn’t she focus on anything but the way his lips moved and how he held her towards him so tight ?
   "So, if I am to press my soft lips against yours –” he said, returning her to reality. “ – just like you and I both want in this exact same second, nothing will happen? You won’t feel a thing ?”
   "N-no.“ she said weakly, feeling her cheeks flush and her heart thumping in her chest. Kiss me. she thought. 
    “You are a really bad liar, Y/N. ” he smirked at her and before she had had time to process what was happening his lips crashed against hers so hard her body smashed against the lockers. Y/N stared at him wide eyed for a split second and then melted into the kiss, losing any self-control she had left. Their lips found their rhythm instantly, moving hungrily against each other and he pulled her towards him, holding her so tight she could feel his heart about to leap out of his chest. His hand slipped under her shirt and his lips continued attacking hers until she pushed him off her and slapped him.
   "Owhh ! What was that for ?“ he rubbed his cheek.
   "You – your lips. Kissing me.” she tried to push him off but he gripped her wrists holding them on either side of her head. “Malachai Parker –”
Kai growled quietly and grinned at her. Damn, did he had to do this? All of it? It was driving her completely insane – how his hands fit perfectly on her body, how standing this close to him turned her skin on fire and the way he pressed his lips together, lightly licking them afterwards – that drove her completely out of it.
   "Are you going to pretend you didn’t just melt in my arms ?“ he rested his forehead on hers, pressing his body firmly against hers while pushing his crotch against hers. 
  “I didn’t melt.” she lied. Kai grinned at her, let go of her hands and grabbed her bag, tossing her over his shoulders a split second later. “Let me down.”
  “You like me and I am going to prove it –” he pushed the lockers room door open, both of them disappearing down the hallway in a split second.


Being ‘kidnapped’ by Kai hadn’t been how she imagined spending her afternoon, but she had to admit it to herself – it felt so nice, so right being in his arms. Though it was driving her completely crazy, but not as crazy as Kai’s hand moving up and down her thigh turning her skin on fire. And definitely not as crazy as her handcuffed hand resting ‘innocently’ on his lap, feeling that slight bulge become bigger. Her mind kept drifting more and more towards all the things they could be doing instead of sitting there doing nothing. 
  “It’s been two hours. How long do you plan on keeping me hostage ?” she asked, pushing his hand away for the hundredth time when he moved it up her hip towards her core.
  “Not keeping you hostage. You can leave anytime you want, after you admit you like me.“ he smiled innocently, his breath tickling the skin on her neck. He wanted to kiss her again so much. It had been weeks but he could still feel her lips on his every single night. Their first kiss that night had been by the rules, it had been only after when he used magic to cheat and make sure he’d kiss her again. He hadn’t been able to get enough of her lips or her fingers tangling in his hair or the way her body fitted so perfectly with his. Or the way that kiss had made him feel warm on the inside –
  “I don’t like you.” she forced the words out of her mouth.
  “We both know you do.“ he tapped her nose, putting his arm around her shoulders. “Damn, your heart is beating so fast right now. I wonder why is that –”
  “I am handcuffed to a dangerous heretic. That’s why.” she swallowed hard, feeling his handcuffed hand stop right on her heat. Involuntarily she grounded on it, pressing her thighs tight around it holding it there. 
  “You love danger. It pulls you in like magnet … and of course you don’t like me.” he pressed his lips on her neck, whispering in her ear. “That’s why you are grounding on my hand right now. Makes absolute sense. You don’t feel a thing about me. That’s why you are biting your lip right now, just like every single time I am around you. It drives me nuts.” he nibbled on her earlobe. 
  “You know what drives me nuts ?” she turned to face him.
  “Not feeling my hot naked body pressing against yours, or my fingers playing –” he pressed his palm against her crotch “– down there ? Why don’t you come sit on my lap, sweetheart ? I will let you ride me, and get your way with me –”

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Stutterin’ Pete {Pt. 3} -Peter Parker x Reader-

Pt. 1 - Pt. 2 - Pt. 4

Part 3!

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: After you and Peter nearly slept together, you decide not to tell Ned or Michelle or anyone else. Keeping it to yourselves. You can't keep it out of your mind. You didn’t even remember why you two decided to stop. All you know is when you woke up, Peter’s arms were around you and his warm body behind you enclosing you in warmth. 

The tell tale creaking of the fire escape stairs the next night tells you that Peter had probably been thinking about what had happened all day too. Perhaps he was coming to tell you what was going to come next or what wasn’t going to come next?

Warnings?: A little smutty.

Originally posted by hardyness

The train wheezed to a stop in front of you on it’s tracks. You casted a look both ways once more. Peter hadn’t made it to your stop yet. You began to get a little nervous that after he had left your apartment this morning he started to freak out and didn’t want to see you. The doors slid open and people started to board. Your feet felt like cinderblocks as you stood waiting. 

“Are you getting on?” You jumped hearing Peter’s voice, he had arrived. He was just finishing pulling his bag onto his shoulders. He wasn’t looking at you, he was watching the train. 

“Oh, yeah I was just-” You stopped but decided to continue “Waiting I guess. I don’t like riding without you.” You admitted blushing as your dirty mind took over. Peter didn’t seem to notice though. 

“C’mon.” He took your hand which set your insides on fire as he led you onto the crowded train. He parted the crowd enough to find a handle. He reached up and took it. All the bars were taken to your displeasure. You were too short to reach the bars. Looking around embarrassed, you heard Peter chuckle. Looking up at him for the first time just as he did you, a small smile pulling at his lips. 

“C’mere.” He said slipping a hand around your waist, tucking it underneath your backpack. He pulled you against him holding you with a surprising amount of steadiness. His finger tips, were touching the flesh of your hip where your shirt had ridden up. You tried to ignore it but thoughts and images of the night before kept coming to your head. You slid a hand across Peter’s solid abdomen to wrap it around him in an act to “steady yourself”. You felt him tilt his head down to look at you but didn’t look up at him. He tightened his grip. 

Ned wasn’t at the usual spot so you and Peter headed to his locker. He did the code quickly and swung the squeaky metal door over. 

“So… I guess we should probably talk about last night.” You said lowly. You were rewarded with a pink glow crawling up onto Peter’s cheek bones. 

“Y-yeah.. I g-guess so.” He said stuttering slightly from nerves you smiled having to resist leaning up and kissing him there. It was something you wanted to do all of the time now. Now that you had kissed him you couldn’t help wanting more. You didn’t think Peter would appreciate that though so you kept yourself planted down on your level, maybe a little less than a head shorter than him. 

“I didn’t… You didn’t feel uncomfortable, did you?” 

“Well, I didn’t not like it.” He said then froze, his face screwing up to try and figure out if that had made sense. 

“I should probably apologize though, shouldn’t I?” You said nervously. 

“What?! No!” Peter exclaimed getting redder as people looked over. He lowered his voice looking back at you as you smiled. “No, you shouldn’t.” He said pulling his notebook out of his locker. 

“So, you wouldn’t mind if I did it again?” You asked taking a step closer. 

“Not the slightest.” He assured you glancing town at your lips, not even trying to hide it. You thought about everyone around you. How would they react if you kissed Peter right here? Surely, gossip would get around. You were shy suddenly but Peter being in such close proximity was already making you feel secure. You leaned up slowly. 

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A Hairy Situation

Anon Request:  This is probably soooo typical.. But can I request a BuckyxReader where they end up having to share a bed (mission with limited sleeping space?) And she gets her hair tangled in the joints of his mechanical arm? *has long hair and wonders about this*

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Explicit Language, and you may die laughing.

Word Count: 1,488

A/N: Just, promise me you guys will tell me how hard you laughed. Because my stomach hurts. Enjoy! - x.T

Your name: submit What is this?

           You, Bucky, and Steve had all been shipped out to a seaside town in Greece. You were supposed to take down a leader of a large terrorist group that happened to be in the area. Well, you usually arrived the day before at the destination, before receiving the full set of orders the next night.

           The three of you guys had been squished into a small two bedroom house, which was fit specifically for missions. You don’t know how HQ managed to get all the tech in the house so early, but you didn’t want to know.

           After a long day of scouting stealth routes to the target, you were ready to shower and go to bed. It was hot in Greece, and being in the sun all day left you sweaty and baking in your uniform. The two soldiers came into the house smelling heavily of body sweat and something else that wasn’t very appealing to a woman’s nose.

           Steve unclipped his shield and sighed, “I’m going to shower.” He then disappeared down the hall, carrying his shield with him.

           You muttered, “Good, you smell like ass.” Bucky was downing a glass of water and managed to hear you, he choked on the water, and slammed the glass down. The water sputtered out of his mouth and into the sink, and he began coughing and laughing.

           “You okay there, Barnes?” You asked, trying not to smile as you raised your brows at him. He was leaning against the granite counter and recovering from the coughing fit he had. Bucky wiped his mouth and nodded, his eyes closed, and a huge grin on his face.

           Bucky’s voice shook, “Y-Yeah, I’m good, Y/N.” He sat up and set the glass in the sink, not trusting himself with drinking water at the moment.

           “Alright, I’m going to go change,” You pointed to the hallway, “Promise you won’t choke on water out here by yourself?”

           “Yeah, Y/N. You can go.” He rolled his eyes, and you shook your head as you made your way down the hall. At the end of the hall, there was only three doors, and one door was for the bathroom.

           You groaned, “I don’t want to share a room…” You opened the door nearest and saw that Bucky had already put his stuff on the bed, and you guessed Steve would’ve put his stuff in the other room. The real decision was who you would rather spoon. You bit your lip and decided on Bucky, because knowing Steve, he would be suffocating you against him.

           “You left your stuff on the couch.” Bucky came walking down the hall behind you with your duffel bag for the mission slung over his shoulder. He brushed past you into the room he claimed, and set the bag next to his. Bucky turned towards you, “We are sharing a room, right?”

           You nodded slowly and moved over to the bag, getting your mind off the fact that you will be sleeping next to the amazing specimen beside you, by hoping Steve saved some warm water for you. You unzipped the bag and finally replied, “Yeah, just promise me you don’t sleep naked.” You would actually really enjoy it if he was naked, but you had to keep up your façade.

           “I promise, I don’t sleep naked.” He chuckled, before he shot you a wink, “Sometimes.” You gaped at him, before lightly punching his metal arm. Bucky had a shit-eating grin on his face as he bent down and kicked his boots off, he picked them up and set them next to the nightstand. He then began unstrapping his vest and you quickly grabbed your clothes, knowing damn well that Bucky would have no shame, and get changed in front of you.

           You ducked out of the room and saw Steve’s bedroom door was closed, so you were glad he was finished in the bathroom. Locking the bathroom door, you sighed, and kicked your shoes off. You were going to enjoy this shower, before you head off to bed.

           By the time Bucky slid under the covers next to you, you were already passed out cold. He watched your peaceful form, a tender smile garnishing his features, as he took the moment to really admire you. You were vulnerable and Bucky enjoyed seeing you like this; your features slackened, your hair sprawled over the pillow, and soft snores escaping your mouth.

           Bucky leaned over to kiss your temple, before he whispered, “Goodnight, darling.” He then flipped over and let out a deep breath, allowing himself to relax, and yet hoping he would wake up with you in his arms.

           Your eyes fluttered open and you shifted, before you froze. You and Bucky had gravitated towards each other during the night, and you were tucked against his body, with his metal arm draped loosely around you. Bucky was nuzzled into your hair, his warm breath fanning over your neck, and your legs were tangled with his.

           You went to lift your head and your hair was yanked roughly, you yelped, and collapsed against Bucky. He jolted beneath you and he moved his face out of your hair. Bucky shifted his metal arm and you whimpered, “Bucky! Don’t move!” He froze and looked down at you, his face awfully close to yours.

           Bucky furrowed his brow and asked softly, “What’s wrong?”

           “My hair is stuck in your arm…” You sighed resting your head against his bare chest. He bit his lip, trying not to laugh, but his stomach kept convulsing. You knew he was struggling to stop himself from laughing at you. You groaned, “Go ahead, laugh your ass off..”

           Bucky chuckled and shook his head, “No, I can’t. I’m sorry, but how did this happen?”

           “I don’t know?” You shrugged, “I guess we sleep cuddled.”

           “You sure about that, darling?” Bucky quirked an eyebrow, and you glared up at him. He then looked at his left arm, seeing your hair knotted within the metal divots, and he visibly winced. “Let’s try and get you free.”

           Bucky clutched you to his chest, with his arm wrapped around your back, trying to help you get your hair out of the divots in his metal arm. He kept chuckling every time you made a painful yelp, when he accidentally tugged your hair too hard, and you finally slumped against his chest. The body heat between the both of you made it hot, and Bucky’s skin was clammy.

           “Buck, we might have to get Steve..” You whined, your forehead was pressed against his bare shoulder. He smiled and rested his cheek against your hair. 

           Bucky chuckled, “He’s not going to let me live this down, darling.” He rubbed your back, keeping his metal arm as still as possible for you. The metal was locked up tightly and he hadn’t been able to relax the arm.

           “Who cares at this point?” You huffed, “I already ripped half my hair out with it stuck in your damn arm.” Bucky rolled his eyes and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

           He then shouted, “STEVE!”

           It was quiet for a few moments.

           The soldier blasted through the door, shirtless, and pant-less with his shield in hand. He looked around the room frantically for any signs of danger, before his gaze fixed onto you and Bucky clinging to each other in the bed. Steve furrowed his brow and asked, “Why did you yell for me?”

           You turned your head, wincing when your hair was being tugged, and said, “Because my hair got stuck in his metal arm and we can’t get it out.”

           Steve set his shield against the wall before a huge grin spread over his face. “Your hair. Got stuck. In his arm.” He then doubled over in laughter, and Bucky snorted.

           You glared at Steve, and snapped, “Can you just help?”

           “Yeah—Yeah, just…I’ll be right back.” He chuckled, before stumbling out of the room. You sighed and relaxed against Bucky, knowing things will be a bit different now that you had been sidled up to each other for thirty minutes straight. Possibly, all night.

           Bucky asked, “Now that we’ve been like this for a while, can I say something?”

           “Go for it, Barnes.”

           “I’m surprised you haven’t felt my boner yet.”

           “JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES!” You screamed, and scrambled away from him. He threw his head back and began laughing so hard, that he didn’t even realize your hair was freed. You forgot all about what he said, and leaped off the bed, raising your arms in victory. “I’m free!”

           Steve came walking back in with a pair of scissors in his hand and stopped when he saw you standing in the middle of the room, and Bucky about pissing himself in laughter on the bed.

           You pointed at the scissors in his grasp and asked, “You were literally going to cut my hair?”


I Can't Believe I'm-No, We're Doing This (Cisco Ramon X Reader)

NSFW! SMUT! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT MENTALLY MATURE! (I’m not gonna judge you 13 year olds who want some of Cisco.) Christ my future jobs are gonna find this. And this isn’t even good smut, it’s the first time I’ve posted smut. Damn me and my sexual frustration. I hope you all are satisfied.

“Stop teasing him (Y/N). All the low tops and short skirts are driving that man crazy.” Barry laughed, shaking his head.

I giggled, glancing at Cisco from the left side of the cortex. He tried to hide that he was staring, but failed, quite badly.

“I’m not even wearing anything that bad Barry. Just a tank top and leggings.” I said innocently, flicking my gaze back to Cisco’s flustered form.

“Leggings two sizes too small, and a tank top that literally has everything hanging out. Class, not sass (Y/N).”

Caitlin walked to stand next to us, a tray of samples in her hand. Her comment had me in a fit of giggles,
Nearly knocking myself over. Suddenly, a thought came to my head.

“If I stole him away for maybe 20-30 minutes, do you guys promise to try and not find us.” I whispered, my grin widening at their nods. Barry nodded at me, before dragging Caitlin away.
I ruffled my hair, getting quite giddy at the prospects.

Alright, I’ve only done this a few times, so I was still rusty. But hey, I can be sexy if I want too. And if my boyfriend didn’t find me sexy, we were gonna have a problem.

I walked towards the computers, leaning my body against the back so I was looking down at Cisco. The rail just presented my boobs even more.

“Ciscoooo.” I sang, watching with a loving smile as he flicked his eyes up and caught my figure.

“You sing like that again and I’ll fuck you till you can’t stand.”

My heart sped at his words, watching as he began to rub his temples in an attempt to concentrate. So loyal to his work, one of the many more reasons to love him.

My inner self was practically drooling at what he said, wanting him to have at it right now, not caring about who saw. I had to calm myself, clearing my throat to catch his attention. His looked at me again, practically daring me to try anything.

“Ciscoooo please don’t ignore me.” I purred, letting the notes role off of my tongue. I was shocked when he stood out of his chair suddenly, walking around the computers to grab my hand.

“I warned you.” He said, dragging me out of the cortex. As we left, I caught sight of Barry throwing a thumbs up.

As we entered the hallway, he slammed me against the wall, the lust dancing in his eyes as he scanned my body hungrily. This side of him drove me wild. The silly side had basically just jumped into a bush to watch as the more hungry side too over. He leaned forward slowly, just to tease me more.

“Did you seriously do all of that this week just to rile me up?” He asked, the more inquisitive voice of his returning. I nodded, biting my lip to suppress a grin. He shook his head, grinning, before finally slamming his lips to mine.

This was not other kiss he’d ever given. This was lust filled, hungry, and powerful. And I sure as hell wanted to know what else he could do. I moaned softly into the contact, trying to press my body further up against his. His movements were calculated, precise, like he knew every trigger that would make me lose it.

The slight grinding, the growling, the hand placement. It was as if he just watched me, trying to see what would get a reaction from me. Damn, was he right about it all.

After five minutes of just pulling at the rubber band that connected our two primal instincts, waiting for it to snap, I pulled back.

“Let’s go back to your lab.” I suggested with a whisper. The smile that appeared on his face clearly indicated his thoughts.

“Lead the way Princess.”

I slipped out from underneath him, sprinting down the hallway towards his office. I heard his footsteps following close behind, and the feeling of excitement that was building in my core was insane. The less rational side of me wanted him to fuck me senseless in the hallway, but we both knew that was a horrible idea.

Just as I stepped through his door, I felt him run in, slamming the door. Before I could turn around, he had his arms around his waist, and he sat me hungrily down on one of his tables. He just swiped stuff off of the desk, letting it crash to the floor.

“So when Harry does it, you get ticked. But when it’s me, you don’t care?” I teased, tangling one of my hands in his hair.

“If it means I can do this every time, I will break every object in this room.”

I giggled, bringing his head back to mine, pressing kisses from his forehead, down his nose, and along his jaw. When I got to his ear, I bit down gently, causing his to moan my name quietly.

He started tugging at my shirt, and I finally allowed him to pull it off. Nothing too fancy, just a soft pink bra laid under my shirt. Suddenly, my head traveled to my imperfections, leaving Cisco alone with my shell.

“Princess?” He asked, recognizing the look in my eyes. He used to get this way, judging the many things that made up him. He hated that point in his life, and to see his girlfriend’s expression hold the same sadness, it crushed him.

“(Y/N), hey, look at me.” He said finally, pulling the my head into his hands. I snapped out of my gaze, finally falling back to earth.

“Stop it. I know that gaze anywhere. Judgment. Regret. Just stop. Everything about you is absolutely perfect. No one can tell you otherwise.” He said, rubbing his thumb in circles on my side, in a calming gesture.

“You are the most incredibly perfect woman I have ever met, and I should say something. I’m the guy about to make you scream my name.”

The loving grin that followed after almost immediately had my spirits lifted. I just giggled, shaking my head before bringing myself back close to him.

(Christ on a Bike, it’s my first smut. End me.)

The feeling of soft, yet calloused hands making there way into the hem of the leggings I wore, catching on the edge of the underwear I currently had on caused me to hum in excitement. Cisco’s kisses gave me the extra boost, not wanting to wait much longer.

Go big or go home, I guess.

I suddenly kicked off my shoes, before pulling the leggings I had on swiftly off. I was now left in nothing but my bra and underwear, while Cisco, the little cheater, still had everything on. I grinned, moving to try and unbuckle his pants, but I was stopped by him literally bending me backwards until I laid flat against the desk.

He had my heart rate through the roof from his smile alone, but the feeling of something pressing to the space in between my legs had me breathless. Cisco moved his hand slowly, trying to make sure every inch of me was explored beneath his grasp.

I was putty in his hands, moaning his name increasingly more and more with each movement of his fingers that he made. I hadn’t even seen him unbuckle his belt, for my core had made my vision go hazy from the stimulation. Suddenly, he ripped my panties off of my legs, leaving me exposed to the cold air of the room.

“I can’t believe I’m- no, we’re doing this.” He whispered, laying against me. I felt a completely different appendage brush against my entrance, causing me to moan slightly.

“Dammit Cisco.” I mumbled, trying to slow my heart so I didn’t give myself a heart attack. I curled my hands into his t-shirt, smiling as I read the words ‘Han Shot First’. He just grinned, pressing himself further into me. My core was practically begging me to just slide down, that’s all it took to have him inside of me, but I waited.

“Impatient are we?” He asked, the smugness returning to his grin. His eyes were lust filled, but something else danced beneath the surface. Meant for only me. Complete and utter adoration. I rolled my eyes, sliding down on the table, feeling the tip of him enter me slightly.

I moaned again, stifling a laugh before commenting.

“Sorry if I tear any of your p-papers.”

Of course I was stuttering, this incredible man chose me, out of all the girls in central city, he chose me, and I was going to enjoy this.

“It’s not problem.” He mumbled, before fully sliding into me. The gasp that escaped my lips was audible, and I immediately found myself winding my fingers into Cisco’s hair.

He groaned softly, the vibrations of it fluttering through me. We locked eyes, before nodding to each other at the same time. In sync, like any good couple should be.

His pace was slow and deliberate, pushing me more and more towards my edge, before dragging me back at the last second. He was practically torturing me.

He tried to keep his moans at a minimum, but I had completely lost it. I was constantly begging him to go faster, screaming his name. He did say he would have me at that point, but not this slow. This was more loving that his original actions, but I knew what he was doing. He knew what he was doing.

At some point, he hit a specific area in me, causing my moan to be louder, and I tugged at his hair. The loud moan that escaped him had me feeling stupid at my forgetfulness. He had told me he was really into his hair being messed with. Especially pulling, and I think I would have to use that to my advantage.

I tugged, and he moaned again, this time, slamming into me faster. Way harder also.

Hell yeah, I found the trigger. Good job (Y/N), putting that brain to good use. Good use being fucking your boyfriend, but still.

I pulled harder, causing him to slam into me again. Oh hell yes. the moan that escaped my mouth was not as loud as his, as he became the one to beg.

“Oh my god (Y/N) why are you s-stoAHH”

Mid sentence, I tugged his hair, half giggling and half moaning as he slammed into me again.

“Trade. You keep up this pace, I’ll keep up mine.” I purred, pulling lightly at his hair. He nodded vigorously, before suddenly, he quickened. I didn’t even have time to adjust before I was a moaning, needy mess. I did keep up my end of the bargain, pulling at his hair with each thrust he took.

It didn’t take long for my core to tighten, and the urge to just let go was getting stronger and stronger. But I didn’t want this to end. I wanted to keep my boyfriend this close and carefree for as long as possible.

He locked eyes with me, and we both shared the same expression. We’re close.

I mumbled an 'I love you’ as I kissed him again, tugging as hard as I ever had at his hair. That’s when he lost it. He quickened again, throwing me over the edge almost instantly, following me not long behind. We stayed connected, trying to calm our tremoring bodies from our high.

Cisco pulled out softly, just gazing down at me.

“Thanks for the pick me up Princess.” He chuckled, gazing lovingly down at me. I pressed a kiss to his nose, suddenly feeling tired from the extremes we had both been at. I could see the weakness in Cisco’s eyes, but he was a lot more determined to stay awake than I.

“Can I sleep on your couch in here for a little bit?” I asked, gazing half lidded up at him. He nodded, finally getting off of me. He buckled up his pants one more, and picked me up bridal style from the table. I had no idea where my underwear went in the ordeal, but Cisco, being the amazing man he was, always kept spare clothes in the labs for me, in case I stayed on a late night with him.

I pulled the new pair of underwear on tiredly, along with a pair of sweatpants and one of Cisco’s meme shirts. I spread out on his couch, smiling sweetly as he laid a blanket across me.

“Alright, I’m gonna head back up to the cortex to try and get some work done, just come up if you need me.” He said gently, leaning down to kiss my forehead. I groggily smiled, nodding.

“That was fun. We should do it again some time.”

“Most definitely.”

Holy fuck. HOLY FUCK I DID IT! I WROTE SMUT! I HOPE YOU SINNERS ARE HAPPY! YOU THIRSTY CHILDREN! It was very artsy tbh, but I like I how I wrote it. Watch out 50 Shades Of Grey, I’m coming to kick your ass.
Sorry if this sucks guys, I wrote it on my iPod.

Sick of Losing Soulmates

A/N: The title barely matches the story but I listened to Sick of Losing Soulmates by Dodie Clark while writing this soo… This was also the fruits of headcanon from Sleepover Saturday.

You sat in the bathroom staring at the test in your hands. The results were clear the first time you took the test but it didn’t really hit until you saw the second one. A half hour ago you were just trying to be sure that your cycle wouldn’t mess with your honeymoon plans only to realize you’d missed your period. It was late, and not just a few days but several weeks, almost a whole month. It wasn’t hard to think of the last time you had unprotected sex, and maybe you shouldn’t have been this surprised but it was the night before your wedding, and the last thing you ever expected was to find out you were pregnant. Your whole perspective of the world began to shift as it all began revolving around the conglomeration of cells inside of you destined to be a baby, a baby that would be the perfect combination of you and your fiance. Panic settled in your stomach as you thought of the nights you’d had lately. The bachelorette party had been filled with alcohol as well as the rehearsal dinner. You hoped it was too soon for the baby to be affected by that. You grabbed your phone from the sink and called your fiance. You knew that calling him to come over this late would stress him out, but this isn’t the kind of thing you tell someone over the phone.

“Hey,” he answered, and you could already hear the concern pulling at his voice.

“Hi, Bucky… I need you to come over to my place.”

“Are you alright? Are you hurt?”

“I’m okay… I just need to talk to you. Don’t worry I don’t have cold feet or anything. I just want to talk.”

“Why can’t we talk now… on the phone?” he was skeptical of your assertion that everything was alright.

“I just… I really need to see your face… and I need you to hold me. Can you come here and do that for me?” you asked, desperation clinging to your voice as you willed him to just trust you and come over.

“Alright… I’ll be over in fifteen.”

“Thank you, Bucky. I love you.”

“I love you too, Doll,” he response was sincere as always and you smiled trying to take comfort in knowing that he loved you. You’d get through this together.

Bucky left his place quietly, trying not wake Steve he was sprawled on the couch fast asleep. He’d be leaving this place soon. The two of you found a nice apartment in Brooklyn. It was a two bedroom place with a nice backyard, he was thinking of adopting a dog with you after your wedding and honeymoon. He’d miss living with Steve, though he was sure Steve would be at his new place often. He got in his car and drove the short distance to your place, trying to quell his anxieties by listening to the radio. He listened to the oldies station but the stuff they played was still new to him. It was distracting. He could be confused and concerned for the direction music went in, instead of confused and concerned about you.  It worked for a little while, then a love song came on and he couldn’t help but to think of you again. You were one of his few constants in his life. You were right up there with Steve in importance. You never wavered, or showed any signs of tiring of him, despite the long road it had been gaining his trust, and teaching him what healthy love can feel like. Bucky was positive he couldn’t function without you. From the moment he met you he knew you would always be too good for him. You were too kind, too beautiful, too funny, too genuine, too everything good in this world for him to deserve. If it weren’t for the fact that leaving you would break your heart he’d go, because it wasn’t fair to you to be attached to someone who was barely human for the better part of his life, someone who had done so much bad that he could devote the rest of his life to heroism and he still wouldn’t begin to level the scales.

The car was barely parked in front of your building before he got out of the car, snatching the keys out of the ignition and hurrying up the stairs to your apartment. He knocked on the door and waited for you to answer, impatiently switching his weight from one foot to the other. You opened the door to see his worried face. It only became more anxious as he took in your appearance. You moved out of the way so he could come in. In the few moments that it took Bucky to get to your place, you’d thought of exactly how you would tell Bucky.

“Um… you should sit down,” you suggested quietly. Bucky looked at you confusedly for an instant but sat on your sofa and waited for you to continue. When you didn’t say anything immediately he decided to urge you along.

“What couldn’t you say on the phone?” he looked up at you as you stood in front of him. He could tell you’d been crying. Scenarios that could have triggered your tears fluttered into his mind, each scenario worse than the last.

“I… I'm… Bucky I’m pregnant,” You whispered, forcing the words out of your mouth as if they physically hurt to say aloud because it made it more real. You watched Bucky’s face looking for acceptance, or anger, something! There was nothing though he just looked up at you as if you hadn’t spoken at all.

“Bucky,” You called, bending down to be eye level with him. His eyes followed you but his face remained the same.

“Please Bucky say something.”

“I have to go,” he uttered and he got up, moving past you carefully as you stood there stunned and frozen for a few seconds. Then it hit…was he leaving you?

“Bucky?” you called watching his back as he walked away, “Bucky?! Where are you going?!”

He closed the door on his way out. You were so shocked you couldn’t even cry at first, you just stood there staring at the door, hoping that he’d come back. That the door would open and he’d hug you and he’d tell you that he was sorry and that everything was going to be alright. The tears didn’t hit until you went to the window and saw his car pull away. You cried so hard it felt like your chest was going to split apart.

Bucky drove until the traffic was too much, and he was sitting still too long for it to be any good for him. He parked by some non descript building then he just walked. He felt like he was shaking apart and that he’d snap if he didn’t keep moving. He had to put distance between the two of you. Between you, and the baby, and him because he was bad. He could justify staying with you, because you swore you needed him so if he left to keep you safe it would only hurt you, but a baby?! A baby would only be hurt by his presence.  He couldn’t even imagine being allowed to be in the same room as a baby your baby, your perfect innocent baby. Surely God would strike him down. It was too much, way more than he could ever deserve, than he could even work to deserve. He couldn’t take that much from you… He also couldn’t fathom raising a child, trying to teach them rules and morals that he had once been void of.  He thought of looking at their tiny beautiful face and telling them about what he had done, how many people he had killed. Fathers were supposed to be superheroes, protectors how could they see him as anything but a villain after he told them his crimes.

“He just left, Steve,” you cried over the phone.

“Hey, hey, calm down. I’ll go find him, okay?” Steve spoke back in a calm voice.

“Okay,” you sniffled pathetically, trying to steady your breathing back to a normal pace. You trusted Steve,  so much so that if this was a happier situation you would be calling him to be the godfather of your unborn child.

“I want you to call Natasha, okay? You shouldn’t be alone.”

“Okay,” a new wave of tears started up as Steve said the word alone. He was right, you shouldn’t be alone, because Bucky was supposed to be there. He wasn’t supposed to just leave! He was supposed to stay and talk to you and tell you that he couldn’t handle a baby if that was the problem and the two of you were supposed to make a decision together.  Once you got off the phone with Steve, you called Natasha who vowed to be at your apartment in five minutes despite living a half an hour away. She was there in three minutes.

Steve headed out to go search for Bucky, he had a good idea of where he would be. Sometimes when things got to be too much Bucky would go to central park.  There was one bench in front of a pond that he would sit at and just stare out at nothing. Steve supposed it was peaceful, at the very least,  no one bothered him. Steve walked through the park keeping his eyes peeled for his friend. He wasn’t exactly surprised that Bucky reacted this way, but he was disappointed. You weren’t just his best friend’s fiance, your were his friend too. Hearing you sob on the phone broke his heart.

Bucky was at the bench, as Steve expected, with his head in his hands. Steve stopped a few feet away and sighed heavily. He took out his phone to text Natasha, knowing that if he sent you a message you would call and demand to speak to Bucky.

-I found him.

-Kick his ass for me- Natasha responded.

Steve was honestly considering going through with her request. Nevertheless he continued forward until he was standing in front of Bucky.

“What fuck, Bucky?” Steve sighed. Bucky’s head snapped up to see Steve standing in front of him with his arms crossed in front of his chest and an irate expression on his face. Steve looked down at him, taking noticed of his red eyes and nose.

“I… I can't… she’s pregnant and I-”

“And you thought you were just going to leave?” Steve asked incredulously.

“No!… Yes… I don’t know. Steve I can’t raise a baby. I don’t deserve a baby. I don’t even deserve Y/N but she wanted me for whatever reason and-”

“Bucky who the fuck cares?!” Steve exploded, “What kind of stupid are you? She’s pregnant! With your baby! This isn’t the time to talk about whether or not you deserve a baby, because, god permitting, you’re having one and she needs you, you fucking idiot.”

“She’d be better off-”

“Shut up! No she wouldn’t! Now listen to me. No one could ever properly deserve Y/N alright? No one. She’s too amazing, it’s a damn blessing just to know her. For some reason she chose you, Bucky. I  don’t know why she did it, but she did. She wanted to marry you. Now she’s having a baby for you. You don’t question what god is giving you, Buck. You just take it and you cherish it. You want to make up for the shit you’ve done? Start with loving her well, and being a father to that baby, and raising her right. Walking away is not an option,” Steve leaned forward, really glaring at Bucky as he spoke.

“…You’re right,” Bucky nodded after a moment.

“Of course I’m right. Come on. I’m taking you back to Y/N.”

“I left my car… somewhere.”

“You are such an idiot sometimes,” Steve shook his head smiling a little as Bucky stood up. Steve threw an arm over Bucky’s shoulder, “Oh, Natasha’s probably going to kick your ass.”

“Fair enough.”

Natasha held you in her arms, rocking you gently side to side.

“I’ll co-parent, if all else fails,” she smiled as you laughed a little at that, “I bet Steve would help too. We’d be one big weird family.”

“Thanks, Nat,” you smiled.

“No need.” she waved off the thanks holding you tighter and resting her cheek a top your head, “If you really wanted to thank me you’d name her after me.”

“I don’t even now the sex,” you complained.

“Doesn’t matter. Name them Natasha.”

As you laughed a little at her silliness there was a knock at your door.

“Who is it?!” Natasha yelled.

“Special delivery! I got a stray husband-to-be to return here,” Steve called back.

“It’s unlocked!”

Steve opened the door and walked in with Bucky in tow. As Steve saw you and Natasha he smiled, opening his arms to you, bending to hug you on the couch. He kissed your forehead then stood straight to look at Natasha. She had Bucky by the collar and appeared to be growling things to him in Russian. It was to be assumed that she was threatening his life.

“Come on Nat. You can’t kill him now. He’s gonna be a dad,” Steve beckoned light heartedly as he made his way back to the front door.

“I can be the child’s father,” she shrugged, “you can help. Me and Y/N figured it all out,” she spoke to Steve, but continued to look at Bucky as she walked towards the door. Once Natasha and Steve were gone, Bucky sat down heavily beside you. You looked down at your hands afraid to look at him.

“We can… we can figure something out, Buck. I don’t want to lose you,” you were on the verge of crying again. Bucky sighed, feeling more awful than he did to begin with. He pulled you into his arms and crushed you gently against his chest

“I’m not going any where and I’m sorry I made you think so… this is great… too great. I thought it was more than I deserve and it probably is but it’s not about that. This is about you… and our future child. I want to marry you so we can raise this baby together. We’ll figure out everything else as we go,” he vowed.

~Mod Lillian

anonymous asked:

Is it okay if you do a scenario about Revali hanging out with his crush, but they end up doing something so adorable that he can't help himself but hugging him and nuzzling his beak into their neck (something he has been holding back to do) please and thank you

I made them an artist because what’s cuter than someone painting a picture of you. Also, this ran a bit long lol, but now I need sleep, because I have classes tomorrow and ew-ness. - the coolest mod, mod q

(Name) was something, to say the least. An artist, a mess, and many, many other things. He had met them when they had ventured to Rito Village and asked if they could paint Vah Medoh, of all things. Of course, he had permitted it, and didn’t mind watching them paint, considering he had nothing else to do. They weren’t the best, but they weren’t bad either. He could tell they were still trying to figure out their own style. After that day, they often came around again, taking advantage of the sights that the vantage points had to offer when they painted.

Sometimes, they asked Revali to help them get somewhere, and he would happily oblige. How could he not? They were sweet, polite, and kind, someone he didn’t mind spending his time with at all. He couldn’t deny them when they gave him that pleading little look, something he couldn’t resist. For them, he was weak. Very, very weak, and he hated to admit it to anyone, even himself. Besides, he adored the look they got on their face when they showed him a finished painting, and it took all the restraint he had not to hug them half the time.

Today, they had asked for Revali to take them to Vah Medoh. When he had at first denied them, saying it was dangerous for someone who could not fly if they fell (Goddess help his poor soul if they did), they assured him they would be careful. And then they gave him those damn eyes, and he was putty in their hands. That didn’t stop him from grumbling the whole time he flew them up, making sure they had on their warmest clothing before he did so.

They had set themselves in an odd place, where they wouldn’t be able to see much of the scenery because they weren’t very close to the edge to see past it.

“Why there? You can’t see anything interesting enough to paint. Wasn’t that the whole point of this venture?” he asked dryly, eyeing them as they retrieved some of their paints.

“Oh, I see plenty of interesting things to paint. Don’t worry, Revali,” they said, before picking up some of their charcoal and getting to work on their sketch.

While they painted, he held an idle conversation with them like he usually did, adjusting his bow and making sure it was in prime condition. It always was. Then he inspected his armor, making sure no complications would arise. Nothing wouldn’t, as always. He then decided to count his arrows and make sure he had an adequate amount, even though he had the same amount as he always did when he left his home.

“Done!” they called to him, and he looked up curiously. This painting had taken them some time, he observed, particularly long. Standing up and walking over, he peered over their shoulder to find himself staring back. More specifically, a painting of him adjusting his bow. He wouldn’t have been able to tell the difference between that and a picture taken with a Sheikah Slate, except for parts where the paint had dripped slightly.

“Do you like it?” they asked, looking at him with starry eyes.

“Who couldn’t like such a handsome Rito?” he said, gesturing to the painting and then himself, before nodding, “Yes, of course I do, (Name)!”

“Good, because I want you to have it, Revali. As a token of thanks for helping me so much, it’s very appreciated,” they said, smiling with a warmth no one could naturally give off so high up on Vah Medoh.

“Now that won’t do. You want something to remember me by when you travel, don’t you?” he teased, to which they shook their head.

“Maybe, but I plan on setting up base camp in Rito Village, your race is so gifted in the arts, after all. And, my best friend is here, which is you, Revali,” they said, gesturing in the direction they knew Rito Village was, just out of view under the edge of Vah Medoh’s wing.

With that revelation, he hugged them, because he was so damn happy he would be able to see them a lot more. At first, they were surprised, since he never displayed that much physical affection to many people, but eventually they hugged back.

It was only a few moments later that they whispered, “There was a lot of wet paint on my apron.” To which he promptly dropped them and gasped at his smeared armor, but mostly at what he had just done. Laughing on the ground, (Name) looked up at him with bright eyes and a perfect smile, “I like you too, Revali.”

Part One: There’s a Grain of Truth in Every Joke. (You Can’t Handle the Truth S06E06)

Episode Summary: Sam, Dean and the reader investigate a series of suicides and discover the victims were being told brutal truths that drove them crazy. They find out someone is invoking the Goddess of Truth, Veritas, forcing people to be cruelly honest against their will and Dean is the next victim. With his new ability, the reader is forced to tell the truth that might change the dynamics between her and the Winchester brothers for good.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader 
Word Count: 5,589.

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Originally posted by soluscheese

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Shooting Stars

John Wick/ Reader

Originally posted by mostexcellentkeanugifs

Words: 1,617

Summary: Letting go is not easy, especially if it’s someone extremely close to you. But a promise is a promise and you can’t let Helen down.

Request: The Reader is Helens sister, who has been a secret assassin for a few years and she had been the one to introduce John to her sister. Helen asks her to take care of John once she had passed, by it being a friend or lover as long as she looked out for him. :)

Tagging: @kwaiky, @ly–canthrope@truely-the-darkest-timeline, @bisexualillis

Requested by: Anonymous

Author’s note: In this fic, the reader is Helen’s stepsister to address the issue that a lot of people (including me) are not white. other than that…hope u listen to some sad music!! (i promise there’s an optimistic ending). if u wanna be tagged in any of my fics, please send me an ask! i need to get all my ducks in a row bc this memorizing shit aint it…

You can’t believe she’s really gone.

It didn’t quite hit you when you stared at your stepsister’s casket with a hundred yard stare. The moment during the post funeral reception didn’t wake you up from that fog that was cast on you. No.

Watching the sky drop a torrential downpour that gloomy afternoon sealed that fact. Helen is gone and there is nothing you can do about it.

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Can't Help (Philip Hamilton x Reader)

Words: 838
Warnings: None!
Prompt: Can you do 18 with Philip~~ :3 something really angst in the beginning where he sings sad songs and after he finds his souls mate it’s all fluffy and he sings happy songs? @justfangirlingaround
18. the one where whenever you get a song stuck in your head, it’s because your soulmate is singing it.
A/N: from the soulmate prompt list! (send in more if you’d like!) I do not own any of these songs mentioned!!
Drop in the Ocean- Ron Pope
Let it Go- James Bay
Can’t Help Falling In Love- Elvis Presley


Singing was what connected soulmates in this world. Not many knew about it at first, since getting songs stuck in your head was a common thing. But it was strange; people soon shared that the songs that were being sung in their head, wasn’t anything they’ve heard of before. After years of research and experiments, scientists found that the songs in your head, was actually due to your soulmate singing it.

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inspired by that @pansexualriphunter post :  “at some point after rip is rip again but before he’s actually allowed out of the medbay (they gotta make sure he’s healthy or whatever) someone takes the jumpship back to 2017 and raids a local party city (see: pays for the goods provided, thank you very much) and so when rip goes to the bridge for the first time in a while he’s greeted by cake and a banner that says “congrats on not being dead!” and there are balloons and its a pure moment.”

Rip found comfort in knowing that, despite his absence, his team was still as confusing and exasperating as ever. 

Obviously, things hadn’t gone back to the way it was before New York – seeing as there were two new members that he didn’t know. Amaya, he knew from the short time he had spent with the JSA and the few History courses that he remembered.  Nate Heywood was another story, though. He had recognized his name and had made the connection to Henry, but Rip had no recollection of his grandson gaining powers. Which was something he intended to discuss about with Sara as soon as he was allowed of the medbay. To say he wasn’t surprised when Ray cornered him on his way out would be an understatement. His too-wide grin alarmed him, though.

 “Can I do something for you, Mr Palmer?”

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anonymous asked:

Heckie!! I loved the ship you gave me(the Conner Kent one) and I can't stop smiling now. If you get the time, would it be possible for a Conner Kent x reader who has a shapeshifting talent? I think it would be funny if the reader brings up conspiracy theories so reader reenacts them for Conner. You don't have to follow that at all, please keep writing and doing what you do! I love all of it!❤️

omg this is ridiculous im like disgustingly fond of this. it’s short (and I HATE THAT) but humorous; i hope u like it bby. 

title: later boy

warnings: conspiracy theory, connor probably written wrong

“What do you mean you’ve never heard of Avril Lavigne?” you gasped indignantly at Connor, honestly a little hurt. “She’s only one of the most iconic artists of the 2000s. And have you looked in the mirror? She practically wrote “Sk8er Boi” about you.”

“All those references you just made? Lost on me,” he deadpanned, crossing his arms. “The genomorphs didn’t really include pop culture references.”

“Alright, well listen,” you said, reaching for your laptop sitting on the coffee table. You searched the mentioned song in you library, hitting play, and almost immediately Conner scrunched up his face.

“This is horrible,” he muttered, arms flexing. You casually swung your legs up on his lap, settling the laptop against your belly and your head on the arm on the couch.

“It’s a classic, and you need an education,” you chided playfully, moving onto another song by the same artist. His scowl only deepened, kicking his own feet up on the table.

“I’m still at a loss as to why you mentioned this,” he grunted. You snapped your fingers and spun your laptop around, showing him a side by side of the artist.

“Does anything look off to you?” you asked, watching as his eyes roamed the two shots. Connor’s eyes roamed the two shots, eyebrows furrowed.

“Not really?” he tried, turning his eyes back to the TV. “One likes pants, the other likes skirts?”

“That’s the point!” You exclaimed, jumping up and startling Wolf, who had been snoozing by your feet. “Watch.”

Connor rolled his eyes as you morphed, hair turning long and blonde, clothes morphing into a punk rock look. You gestured with your hands before transforming to post-body swap Avril, hands on hips.

“Don’t you see it?” you stressed, morphing back to your original features. Connor smirked, hands coming to rest behind his head.

“All I see is how good you look as a blonde,” he commented offhandedly, and you laughed, hopping back to couch and crawling back onto his lap, his hands going to your hips as you dragged your laptop back onto your legs. your hair casually morphed back into its appropriate length and style.

“Oh, babe, look! There’s a Paul McCartney theory!” you claimed, giddy as you clicked the link. All Connor could do was groan and press his face into your back, but he couldn’t help the small smile forming onto his face.

He really did like you as a blonde.

Something More Than Love - Pt. 4 (SSC/Rosvolio)

“Now that the coup has been dealt with, we can focus on rebuilding our city.”  The Prince’s low tenor drew Benvolio from sleep.  The Montague pulled in a slow breath, grateful that the twinge of pain at his side had dulled during his respite.  When he finally opened his eyes, it took little time to determine that he’d gotten several hours rest judging by the position of the sun through the window.  Escalus still rested on the bed at the far side of the room, though he’d moved to sit up against the wall.  Isabella, Rosaline and Mateo stood near him, and Benvolio found himself unable to tear his gaze from the woman who had come to mean so much to him.  

As if she could feel his stare, Rosaline turned to him and smiled tenderly when she registered that he was awake.  With a respectful nod to Isabella, she excused herself.  “Are you in pain?” she asked softly, worry bleeding into her expression and hands fluttering out to support him as he eased himself up to sitting.  As soon as there was space, she sat beside him and searched his person with a watchful eye.

“It is manageable, milady.  Have you had opportunity to rest?”

“I have rested enough; I am not the one who fought with Paris…I am not the one who came back wounded.”  Her voice was soft, and Benvolio ached to draw her into his arms.  Even sitting beside him, Rosaline kept a respectful distance between them; he could not deny that it stung, that it may as well have been a canyon between them.  From the moment they stopped trying to hate one another, physical contact had become something natural.  Now, he felt its loss rather acutely.  

“How is Livia?” Rosaline’s face fell, and guilt crashed over him.  Villain or no, this man had clearly won Livia’s heart; Benvolio was familiar with the pain of loving despite the pain they caused.  “Where is she now? I would like to speak with her, if it be possible.”

Rosaline narrowed her eyes at him in confusion, but it did not take long for her to read his intention.  “Surely you know that this is not your fault, Montague?”

“Is it not?  Was it not my blade that ended his life?” Nevermind that he’d tried to give the man a chance to surrender…

“In defense of your own!” Benvolio sighed lightly and eased himself to his feet.  Rosaline did not move, and when he glanced at her, frustration and worry flashed in her rich brown eyes.  There was the fire he missed.  “Where on earth are you going?”

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Beauty and the Beast Part 2

Originally posted by sevmedin

Genre: Fluff, Angst(?), Fantasy

Pairing: Jimin x reader ft. members of BTS, Seventeen, Got7

Summary: Based off of 2017′s Beauty and the Beast!

A/N: This chapter may not be as good as expected! 

After your brother could not be seen from where you were watching him go, you went back into the house and continued on your project. You had been wondering how to wash a bunch of the dirty clothes at once without you, yourself doing anything. You could call it Y/N’s Washing Wheel. 

You had an idea how to make it work. You would have a barrel and have some kind of object pull a rope that would be attached to the barrel. 

Perhaps a donkey?

You brought out some soap shavings and sprinkled them in the large barrel. You then proceeded to toss the pile of clothes and a long piece of rope into the barrel. You tied the barrel onto the donkey next to an empty wagon and walked it over to the fountain at the edge of the town’s walls. 

You placed the barrel in the middle, tied the donkey to it, added some water and had the trained animal walk around the fountain, having the clothes be washed without you hand-washing Soonyoung’s dirty boxers and socks.

You found a spot to sit down and read the book that Wonwoo had given you. You were brought out of the book when you saw a young little girl in a baby blue dress looking at you, curiously.

“Hi!” you smiled.

She shyly waved back. She looked as she were from a well-off family. Her hair was neatly tied up with a bonnet attached. Her clothes were neat and looked clean unlike other children in the village. 

“What are you doing?” she steps closer to you. 

“I’m reading a book,” you gesture for her to sit next you. “Do you know how to read?”

She shakes her head as she skips over. “Papa says I’m not supposed to be reading or writing. He said its for boys.”

You frown. “Well. It is certainly not.”

You take a moment to think if you should teach her a few words or two. It wouldn’t do any harm, right?


You have the little girl read a sentence or two and you are cut off by a man’s booming voice.

You lift your head up and see what seems to be her father. He looks furious. The Headmaster, who is right next to him, can be his twin.

Before you knew it, he and a few other villagers pushed your barrel out of the fountain which led to all the wet, soapy clothes to spill out. You kept in your frustration and picked the clothes up, then proceeded to go back to your home. 

"This always happens,” you grumble to yourself. “Why is it always me?”

You hurry to your home and shut the fence gate with anger. Then, as if things couldn’t get worse, you hear Jungkook calling out your name from behind. 

You pretend not to notice and start to head in, but Jungkook is already next to you, the only thing keeping you apart, the fence gate around your home. 

“Y/N! I heard from Yugyeom that you were teaching a girl to read,” Jungkook didn’t realize you were already quite annoyed. 

“Go away, Jungkook. I’m not in the mood,” you shoot him a look before turning around and hurrying away.

Jungkook leaps over the fence and manages to get to where you were standing without stepping on any of the plants in your garden. You couldn’t help, but to think that that was pretty smooth. 

“Hey,” he looks almost concerned. “I mean, I don’t think teaching a girl to read is a big deal.” He shrugs, looking at you with kind eyes. He slightly smiles. You feel uncomfortable under his gaze, but this time, it was a different discomfort. 

It was a nervous discomfort.

Not like the ones where you just wanted him to leave.

“Getting in trouble with the Headmaster is a big deal,” Jungkook bops your nose and smirks at your surprised expression. 

“Have a nice dinner,” he turns around. “Without me.”

You suddenly feel bad about rejecting him without reason, but maybe one day…


Maybe not so much anymore, but he sure was in the past. He was basically known as the town’s bad boy. Jungkook, Yugyeom, Seokmin, and Jaehyun were known for being a menace back when you had first moved in. 

That was when you found Jungkook and his “gang” trying to steal a basket of bread from the baker. You remember making the whole situation worse than it was supposed to be.

But after that incident, Jungkook seemed to be everywhere near you. Not only that….

He left you in quite troublesome situations.

Market? Knocked tomatoes down right next to you, making you pay for them.

Florist? Suddenly turns around when you call his name, making you pay for the several cracked pots he elbowed off the shelves. 

Fountain? Makes you fall in it while suddenly sprinting past you.

Bookstore? Argues with Wonwoo if he actually even reads books, making you leave without the new book you had been wanting for several weeks.

Home? Cracks your windows while throwing rocks to get your attention. 

To make things simple, he made your life way harder than you wanted it to be. 

And now?

He tries to ask you out whenever he has the chance. He used to get all the girls, which made him think he could be able to win any girls’ heart. Except for you. You didn’t let him flirt with you, or try to make you blush with his infamous smirks. You thought pushing him away would discourage him and lead him to giving up. However, it just made him even more determined.

You knew it was just sympathy you were feeling for him, but why were all giddy and nervous? 

“Bye Y/N!" 

You glance up to see Jungkook with a tired smile on his face and waving goodbye. 

You slightly raised your hand and waved back. Before you could see Jungkook's surprised face and most genuine grin, you scampered up the steps and slammed the door behind you. You had never waved at Jungkook before. It was either ignoring him and turning around, or giving him a slight nod before leaving. You didn’t know what was going on with you these days. Each day seemed exactly the same and you needed things to be different.

You sighed in exhaustion and collapsed onto the small couch. Your house felt terribly lonely and quiet without your loud brother.

"Tomorrow,” you whispered. “Soonyoung will be here tomorrow.”


Soonyoung had just dropped off his journal at Seungcheol’s home. He had wanted to try it out with Seungcheol, but he wasn’t home, which was not surprising.

Now, Soonyoung was riding away from Seungcheol’s home and hoping to find a village market. He knew of one flower shop called Love&Letter in Seventeen Village, but he wondered if they sold just a single flower. They usually only had big bonquets.

Maybe I’ll be able to just take one out. Jihoon is gracious anyway.

“Aish,” Soonyoung hisses when he feels slight raindrops on his shoulder. He looks up at the sky and notices the huge, gray rain clouds coming closer each second.

He flicks his wrists on the horse reins which makes his horse gallop faster. The rain starts to fall quicker and it seemed like the harder Soonyoung tried to get away from the clouds, the faster they came. Soonyoung finally accepts his fate, being caught in the rain, and slows his horse down. He’s almost at the path that leads to Seventeen Village, but a lightning bolt hitting a tree scares both him and his horse.

His horse neighs and raises his front hooves, but Soonyoung quickly calms him down. When he glances up, he sees the tree fallen over with a bit of fire in the middle of the trunk. Soonyoung sighs in exasperation then regains a bit of hope when he spots another path to the right.

“Well,” he breaths out. “I guess we’re going through there.”

His horse, known as Hoshi by you and Soonyoung, started on the path even before Soonyoung gripped the reins again. 

He couldn’t recognize this part of the woods. 

Maybe I shouldn’t have taken this path. AUGHHHHHHHH.

The rain had stopped, but as Soonyoung went deeper and deeper into the woods, the air got colder and there was an odd amount of snow. Not even odd. Just plain weird. It was the month of June. Why on earth would there be snow?

The only sounds that were heard in the somewhat peaceful silence were the crunch of snow under Hoshi’s hooves, the sound of the lantern swaying back and forth, the occasional squeak of the wheels, and growling?


“HYAH!” Soonyoung quickly flicked the reins right when he heard the growling of the almost unseen wolves. The wolves had camouflaged in the snow because of their white fur. 

They had taken both Soonyoung and Hoshi by surprise. 

He didn’t dare look back or sideways. Soonyoung forced his eyes to focus on the path in front of him and nothing else. If he looked at the wolves, he knew he would panic and possibly fall off his horse. He tries to make Hoshi go faster, but the horse was going at its maximum speed, which wasn’t very fast.

“Go!” he shouted. “Why can't you go faster!? We’re gonna die!!!!" 

Soonyoung hears a crack from the wagon. "What?” he grumbles.

Then he watches as the wheels start to unscrew, the wagon slowly becoming disconnected from the horse. Then he looks up once more and sees the pack of wolves right in front of him.

“WHOA! STOP!” he tries to yank on the reins, but it doesn’t work, for Hoshi was too frightened. 

Soonyoung gets flown off his horse, the wagon crashing on its side, and his horse riding off down the path. 

Soonyoung finds himself on the opposite side of the rocks he was riding by. 

Hoshi should be riding past here then.

He feels himself sliding down the snow. He desperately tries to grab on to something. 


But there is nothing around him that could slow him down. 

As if things couldn’t get worse, the pack of wolves were waiting for him right at the foot of the rock he was slipping off from. Then, he hears the familiar hooves that weren’t too fast or too slow. 

He takes a leap of faith and lands right on Hoshi’s back. 

“Auh!” Soonyoung gapes at the luck he had. He glances back and still sees the pack of wolves behind him. 

He groaned.

What a pack of persistent wolves. 

He makes a small turn and passes by two trees on each side that grew to meet each other on the top. Soonyoung, however, does not notice how the wolves stop before the two trees and just growl at Soonyoung’s retreating back.

After passing by the two odd trees, he enters an area with several tall bushes that were scattered everywhere. 

"You saved my life back there,” he thankfully pants out at the horse. He then is amazed to see a mansion.


A castle.

“What in the world,” his eyes grow twice his normal size and his mouth gapes open. He looks around one more time and spots a pile of hay next to the humongous staricase. 

“Stay here,” he instructs as he jumps off the horse. 

After leaving Hoshi a place to stay, Soonyoung takes a deep breath. The castle looked very intimidating and isolated.

Like it wasn’t supposed to be found. 

Trying to shake all the fear off, Soonyoung takes heavy steps up the staircase and knocks on the tall doors. He looks curiously at the lit up lanterns and figures that whoever lives here, is home. The door opens and he’s about to thank the person, but sees that no one’s behind the door. 

Every part of Soonyoung’s body is screaming at him to leave, but he takes a moment to calm down and then continues taking timid steps into the castle.

“Hello? Sorry to suddenly come into your dwelling,” Soonyoung is confused when no one answers. He looks at the fire burning quite happily in the fireplace and then stares confused at the massive stairs in front of him. 

He then hears slight whispering.

“He must’ve lost his way in the woods.”

“Will you shut up!?”

Soonyoung whips around and only sees a candlestick and a clock. 

“Whoa,” he breaths out. He’s never seen such well hand-crafted objects in his whole entire life. 

Whoever lives here must be really wealthy.

He turns back around and hears some soft piano music playing. He walks cautiously towards the room and right when he steps in, the music stops. 

“Uh…” Soonyoung is more than creeped out now. He walks as quickly as possible out of the eerie room. 

“Why is it so creepy here…?” he grimaces. Soonyoung goes near the fire and reaches his hands out to warm himself up. He couldn’t leave when the storm was so strong.

Y/N must be worrying about me.

A clatter of silverware and dishes bring Soonyoung out of his thoughts. He hesitantly steps away from the warm heat and takes small steps to peek in what seemed like the dining room. There was a complete meal set on the table and a few candles being the only source of light in the room. 

Soonyoung debates whether to eat it or not, but his stomach answers for him.

It can’t hurt to take a few bites.

He takes a seat in a cushiony chair and takes a small bite of the bread, but freezes when the teacup starts gliding towards him. Soonyoung contains his scream and leans as far against the chair as he could.

“Seokjinie-hyung said I shouldn’t move, but I really wanted you to taste the fresh tea!.”

A talking teacup.

Soonyoung swears his heart stops beating. He manages to say “It’s okay”, and takes off sprinting out of the chair and out the door. 

“I really thank you for all you’ve done, but I have to go back home to my sister!” Soonyoung calls out, to no one directly and rushes out the door. The storm was still pretty harsh, but he couldn’t care less. Soonyoung was easily frightened and couldn’t bear to deal with talking teacups and haunted castles. 

He hops on Hoshi and repeatedly tells him “Go,” but then he remembers your wish of a rose. There was a whole garden of roses right in front of him. It wouldn’t be so bad to just snip off one. There were so many other roses around it, anyway.

Soonyoung swiftly gets off his horse and walks over to one of the roses that were wrapped around one of the columns. 

He doesn’t notice that someone, or something was watching him. 

It would make more sense to say that a cursed prince in the form of a beast was watching him. 

The beast’s eyes squint as the man gets closer to the rose. He watches with disgust when the man touches it and tries to snip it off. 

Once Soonyoung snaps it off, the horse takes off in fear and the beast jumps down from where he was watching Soonyoung. 

Soonyoung falls back and passes out at the sight of this inhumane figure in rags.

When Soonyoung wakes up, he finds himself in a room, behind bars. It was more fitting to say he was in a dungeon. 

Wait. What happened? Did I get the rose?

He freezes when he hears heavy footsteps and a grunt.

Maybe not.

Starlight, Star bright, First Star I See Tonight...

Rose Tyler’s having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.  Lying under the stars, wishing for something better, a strange woman tells her not to give up.

For @doctorroseprompts sleeping under stars, even though they’re not sleeping.  But it’s 13 and Rose, so it evens out?


Lying on a bench at the edge of the basketball court, looking up at the sky with only a thin blanket to keep her warm, eighteen year old Rose Tyler treasured her solitude. Her day had started bad with a missed alarm, and got worse from there.  After a shouting match with her mother, she’d grabbed her favorite blanket and headed outside.  Given that it was late February, she was alone with her thoughts.

Staring up at the sky, she couldn’t help but wish for something better.

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One of the boys ~ Part three

Pairing ~ Hoseok x reader

Rating ~ angst/fluff/smut

 Pt1 Pt2 Pt3

Originally posted by btsumari

It was exactly a week since the night Hoseok confronted you and you hadn’t seen or heard from any of them, you knew they were just giving you some space after what happened and you thanked god that they did, your week had been tough enough as it was. All your co-workers started to avoid you after the girl that you yelled at that night told them what had happened and how much of a bitch you were, you knew she had because you overheard her telling someone when you were in the bathroom one day, but you couldn’t really blame her. When you heard her say what low lives the guys must be to hang out with someone like you you got angry, you couldn’t help but intimidate her. You opened the door and walked to the sink to wash your hands staring her down the whole time, her face reddened instantly and she tried to avoid your scowl but you walked straight up to her and glared directly in her eyes for a minute before scoffing and walking out. You couldn’t believe you had done that but she bad mouthed the boys and you couldn’t let her get away with that.

You sat in your cubical and stared at the blinking cursor on the computer screen, lost in your own thoughts when you heard a bunch of whispering and girls giggling, you stood up and looked over your cubical wall to see Jin walking around looking in cubicles and politely apologising to people when they weren’t you and you couldn’t stop the smile spreading over your face at his actions. He stood there for a second scratching his head as he looked around the room, a smile appeared on his face as soon as he saw you and gave you a goofy wave before heading to you.

“I found you, how are you?” he asked as he hugged you.

“Jin what are you doing here? Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” you asked trying not to smile, you always had a soft spot for Jin because he was such a genuinely sweet guy.

“Well, I wasn’t sure if you would answer your phone. Here, I made you lunch” he said happy with himself as he handed you a bag filled with containers, the smell hit you as soon as you took the bag and it smelt so good your stomach grumbled, you couldn’t eat much during the week.

“Thank you but you didn’t have to” you smiled at him.

“Apparently I did, did you hear your stomach? Noona your so skinny, have you been eating?” he asked with a stern look and you blushed as you put the bag on your desk. “That does it, your coming around tonight and we are going to feed you till you burst” he chuckled.

“Jin, you know I can't” you said with a sigh.

“Yes you can and you are, even if I have to come here when you finish work and kidnap you” he teased and you shook your head as you smiled at him.

“Miss _____, do I have to remind you that you are in office hours and no visitors are allowed in that time?” Mr Kang appeared from behind you.

“I’m sorry Mr Kang, I forgot my lunch and he was dropping it off for me, he was just about to leave” you lied bowing to Mr Kang out of respect and he looked at Jin, eyeing the younger man up and down.

“Ah I’m sorry sir, I didn’t mean to cause any trouble, she is just so forgetful. Sometimes I wonder how she is able to get through life with the amount of things she forgets” Jin jokingly played along.

“And you are?” Mr Kang asked.

“My name is Kim Seokjin sir, nice to meet you” he said with a smile as he shook the older man’s hand.

“Are you Miss _____’s boyfriend?” Mr Kang questioned with a raised eyebrow.

“No, no, no…. we are just good friends” you quickly chimed in, but Jin was having to much fun watching you squirm.

“What? I-I thought we were dating? How could you mislead me?” he said dramatically as he grasped at his shirt where his heart would be and your boss raised his eyebrows.

“Jin please don’t do this” you asked quietly but he wasn’t done having fun just yet.

“What do you mean don’t do this? You have been leading me on for the last two months, how could you? And I let you……. touch me” he stated placing the back of his hand over his forehead as if he was stricken with grief and you couldn’t help but chuckle at his over acting.

“Miss _____ please take this outside” Mr Kang said sternly before walking away.

You grabbed Jin by the arm and dragged him out the door as he pretended to cry holding his hand over his eyes as he did so. As soon as you got out the door he started laughing and you hit him in the chest but he continued to laugh.

“Stop it, your going to get me fired” you said folding your arms against your chest.

“Ok I promise I will stop IF, you promise me you’ll come around tonight” he replied mimicking your stance, you let out a sigh and he grinned back at you. “What about the night we sp….” he started to yell but you placed your hand over his mouth stopping him from continuing.

“OK, I will go. Are you happy now?” you asked frowning at him.

“I knew you would see it my way, see you tonight” He said nudging your arm and before you could stop it you smiled.

You sighed as you approached the front door of their dorm, you were hesitant to knock, you were contemplating about weather you should leave when the door swung open and a shocked Jungkook appeared.

“You came?” he smiled brightly at you as he dropped the bag of rubbish out the door. “Come in, we were just about to eat” he said grabbing your arm and practically dragged you through the hall to the kitchen.

“See I told you she would come” Jin said proudly as he stirred a large pot in the kitchen.

“Why’d you have to do that Noona? Now I owe him money” Yoongi said coldly from the table and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Noona, come sit next to me” Namjoon called with his best aegyo making you giggle until you saw the other person you would be sitting next to, Hoseok. As soon as your eyes met he got up, walked to the fridge, got out a beer and started to leave the room.

“Hey, where are you going? I was just about to serve dinner” Jin called to him making Hoseok turn around.

“Suddenly I’m not hungry” he said looking at you before leaving the room and you heard his bedroom door slam, the sound making you jump slightly.

You bit your bottom lip as you made your way to the table sitting next to Namjoon and he placed a hand on your head rubbing your hair, you smiled at him and he smiled back but his eyes portrayed something different, like pity.

“Alright, here you go” Jin said as he placed a giant bowl of spaghetti bolognese on the table accompanied by a lot of garlic bread. “I made this especially for you, I remembered you saying your Mum would make this for you whenever you were home” he said with a smile as he picked up a bowl and scooped a large amount of spaghetti in it and handed it too you.

“Jin this is to much food” you said your mouth slightly open in amazement of how much he had filled the bowl.

“Just eat what you can” he smiled sweetly at you.

You didn’t eat much just a couple of mouthfuls to appease Jin’s ever watching eye, no matter how good it tasted you couldn’t eat, you felt sick every time you tried to force yourself and it was hard enough trying to swallow the few mouth fulls you did have.

The boys were laughing at Jungkook’s face covered in pasta sauce and hurling insults at him as you absent-mindedly played with your food, lost in your own thoughts when a figure entering the room caught your eye. You looked up to find Hoseok grabbing another beer out of the fridge before leaving the room just as quickly as he entered not caring to even look in your direction, you pursed your lips together as you felt your eyes filling with liquid. Namjoon placed his hand over your own making you look up at him.

“Go talk to him Noona” Namjoon pleaded and the room went silent.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea. I will just end up making things worse” you said as you focus went back to playing with your food.

“He’s a mess Noona, all he does is drink all day” Taehyung stated from across the table.

“And he barely talks to us any more, when we try to talk to him he just yells at us and shuts himself in his room” Jungkook added and you noticed him chewing on his bottom lip, a tell tale sign that he was worried about something.

“Just go in there and tell him you love him already so we can all go back to being friends and forget this shit ever happened” Yoongi said coldly not even looking at you.

“Fuck off Yoongi, how do you even know how I feel?” you bit back at him staring him down.

“Because I saw you dancing with that guy at the club just like how you danced with Hoseok that night……. and as soon as you heard his voice over the speakers you started to cry. Also the fact that you had a panic attack when he walked away from you after he confessed his feelings. I don’t know about anyone else but I would probably call that love” Yoongi said with raised eyebrows. You bit your bottom lip as you looked down at the bowl of food in front of you again. “You guys were in love with each other long before this happened, you just didn’t know it or chose to ignore it”.

“Please Noona, talk to him……. for us” Jin asked as he slowly pulled your bowl away so you could no longer avoid their pleas.

You all sat in silence for a few moments while you internally fought with the idea, was this a good idea? He did look like he has had just as rough a week as you and needed someone to help him out of the hole he seemed to be digging himself into. Could you do that or would you just make things worse? It hurt to see him the way he was and to know that it was all because of you. You used to be so close before that night, he was your best friend and you ruined it as always. You let your emotions get in the way and now you had hurt the first person you had cared about in a long time. The guys were right, you needed to try and at least fix this, you had to try and help him get over you and get back to his life.

You slowly stood up and made your way out of the kitchen and knocked on Hoseok’s door.

“Fuck off” he yelled.

“Hob-Hoseok, it’s me….. can I come in?” you asked chewing on your lip in anticipation of his answer, but there wasn’t one.

After a few minutes you decided to open the door, he was laying on his bed with his hands over his face and a pang of guilt hit you in the chest. You sheepishly stepped inside closing the door behind you.

“I thought I said to fuck off?” he said coldly, his hands still covering his face.

“I-I didn’t….. you didn’t answer after I asked if I could come in so I just….” you spoke quietly trying not to provoke him.

“So you just came in? What do you want?” he sat up running his hand through his hair before grabbing his beer and chugging it back.

“Hobi please stop” you asked grabbing the beer out of his hand and placing it back on the bedside table.

“I thought I told you not to fucking call me that, now what the fuck do you want?” he asked angrily looking at you for the first time since you entered the room, his eyes were red and puffy. Another shot of guilt hit you in the chest as you realised he had been crying, an inner desire to reach out and hold him raced through your body but you ignored it, it was a bad idea.

“I-I just…..” you lost your train of thought as he gave you that all to familiar stone cold expression.

“You just what?….. hmmm?….. Are you gonna spit it out or just fucking stare at me again?” he asked as his eyes began to welt up before you.

“I-I….” you stammered as you own eyes began to mimic his and he chuckled.

“Let me guess…… you can’t do this? Am I right?…….. your sorry but you have to go?……huh?” anger was evident in his voice as he got off the bed and walked over to you trapping you between him and the door as he locked it, he cupped your face looking you directly in the eye. “Now that you can’t run away, just tell me one thing……. Did you feel anything at all for me or was I just another idiot you fucked?” he asked as a tear rolled down his check and you had to stop your hand from reaching up and wiping it away.

“Hobi please stop, you’re making this harder then it needs to be” you pleaded with him but he shook his head.

“Answer the fucking question, did you even feel anything for me?” he commanded as his tears began to flow freely his eyes still locked on your.

“Yes” you finally admitted and it felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

“Then why?……why did you leave? Why did you ignore me? Why didn’t you tell me that when I asked you a week ago?” he asked as his voice broke and he stroked your cheek with his thumb.

“Because I was scared…… That night we spent together was so intense that I knew that you would just end up breaking my heart….. so I left…… I left before you could leave me” you confessed, this time it was your turn to cry. Hoseok crashed his lips against yours with such passion and intensity that you forgot that you were crying, your hands seemed to have a mind of their own as they grasped at Hoseok’s shirt pulling him in closer but Hoseok pulled away.

“I can’t promise that neither of us will break the others heart but I can promise that I will never intentionally hurt you” he said softly caressing your hair.

You pulled him in and kissed him, you had missed him so much you just couldn’t help yourself, you needed to feel him again. Your hands dropped to the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up breaking the kiss to bring it over his head and throw it off to the side, you went to kiss him again but Hoseok stopped you.

“Are you sure?” He asked searching your face for any hint that you weren’t.

“I’m sure” you answered softly and with that Hoseok lifted your own shirt off before placing his lips against yours.

Your hands trailed down his bare stomach, your fingers rippled over ever indentation of his abs to his sweat pants and slowly pulled them down as you crouched before him, he wasn’t wearing any underwear. You took him in your hand and slowly pumped your hand around him, you looked up watching as his mouth dropped open before sucking in his bottom lip at your actions and you couldn’t help but think how perfect he looked at this exact moment.

Hoseok’s hand suddenly grabbed your arm stopping you from moving it.

“I want to touch you” he said softly as he pulled you up. His hand ran back up your arm, leaving a ghosting burn in it’s wake, his arms reached around your back and unclasped your bra. He placed his hands on your shoulders and slowly glided your bra off and down your arms before letting it drop on the ground between the two of you. One of his hands gently grasped the hair at the back of your head pulling it to the side, the other on your waist as he kissed you behind the ear and trailed it painfully slow down your neck. Before you even realised it you were moaning his name making him sigh as he lent your back against the door, his kisses now on your bare chest. One of his hands cupped your breast as his mouth finally reached the other taking it in and lightly sucking as his tongue played with your nipple, you arched your back off the door and moaned running your hands through his hair.

“Ahh I can’t wait any more, I wanted to take my time but I need to feel you” Hoseok whined as his hands ran around the back of your thighs lifting you up and wrapping your legs around him.

He carried you to the bed and let you drop on the soft mattress, he undid your jeans and pulled them off placing them on the floor as he stared at your naked body laying before him, taking in every inch as if it would be the last time he would ever see it. Honestly he wasn’t sure if he would, he didn’t know if you would even be there in the morning, it hurt him to think how you might leave again but he couldn’t help himself. No matter how much he tried he couldn’t get you out of his head, every time he thought about your lips against his or how beautiful you looked when you moaned his name, it hurt. He knew that this could be a mistake but he needed you, he needed to feel you, to see you, to hear his name fall from your lips.

“Hobi….. please, I need you” you said softly breaking him out of his thoughts.

Hoseok hooked his hand under your knee and lifted it as he placed himself between your legs and entered you. He began to slowly roll his hips into you as he gently placed kisses over every inch of your face and neck and you dug your nails in to the flesh of his back as the pressure built inside you. He felt so good, just as tender as you had remembered. You missed this, you missed him. All the the moments you two shared began to race through your mind. The way he smiled at you when he caught you staring at him from across the room, your head resting on his lap as he stroked your hair, the way he would look at you before he kissed you on the cheek when he dropped you home late at night, how your bodies moved perfectly in time with one another the first night you spent together, the look in his eyes right before he walked away from you that night. You closed your eyes as they played and tears began to fall from them. Suddenly you felt Hoseok stop and you opened your eyes to find him staring at you, worry written all over his face.

“Are you ok? Did I hurt you?” He whispered.

“No it’s ok, I just……… I love you”

“I love you too jagiya” Hoseok smiled sweetly at you.

You placed your hands around his neck and pulled him down kissing him passionately as he started to roll his hips again. Your bodies glistened with sweat as you approached your highs, it never took you long to orgasm with Hoseok, he knew exactly how to move.

“I wanted it last longer but I can’t hold it…… the way you moan makes me melt”

His words made you moan louder and the feeling in the pit abdomen became more intense and as soon as your name fell from his lips you came with a primal like scream as your body shook making Hoseok come just seconds after.

Hoseok laid down beside you and wrapped his arms around you, you closed your eyes as you snuggled into him.

“Promise you won’t leave while I’m asleep” He asked softly and you just hummed in response as you drifted off.

The next morning Hoseok rolled over to hold you but when he reached out there was nothing there. He sprung up looking around the room only to find his bed was empty and there was no sign of you. ‘Not again’ he thought as he ran his hands over his face when the smell of something delicious wafted over him, 'it must be Jin making breakfast’ he thought as he got out of bed and made his way to the kitchen rubbing the sleep form his eyes.

“Hey sleepy head” a sweet voice called to him and he smiled instantly, you were still here.

He walked over and hugged you from behind wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you in tight, resting his chin on your shoulder as he watched you cook breakfast.

“Hmmmm, good morning to you too” you hummed leaning your head back on his shoulder.

“Good morning my jagiya” he cooed turning you around placing your hands around his neck and returned his own to your waist as he leaned in and kissed you deeply. You returned the kiss swiping your tongue across his lip asking for entrance and he complied. You were so caught up in the kiss that you didn’t notice that someone had entered the room.

“Oh for fuck sake, is this what I’m going to have to put up with now? I wish I never helped you sort your shit out” Yoongi grumbled but the smile on his face said different. “And I swear to god if you make her burn my breakfast I will fucking end you” he threatened as he sat at the table.