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Originally posted by jiminnieseyesmile

3.8k words

members: jungkook, oc - reader

genre: fluff

warnings: language

You were sick and tired of your attractive idiot neighbor blocking your driveway.

a/n: i felt like writing this weekend and this happened surprise surprise. this is what happens when i’m buzzed off of two venti macchiatos please leave me feedback TT


“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

You blocked out the angry voice shouting at you from your neighbors now open door. The hurried footsteps were getting closer but you pretended you didn’t hear, continuing to drag your key along the shiny black BMW blocking your driveway. Before you could reach the back tires a hand grasped your wrist, turning you around to face your irritating neighbor.

“Oh! Hey there, neighbor,” you grinned, innocently eyeing your neighbor head to toe. He was dressed casually with his hair tousled as though he’d just woken up. His jaw was tense as his hands tightly held your wrist, nothing but anger found in his eyes. You weren’t sure of his first name but had seen him a few times in silent passing. He was relatively new to the neighborhood, keeping to himself along with his roommate you caught quick glimpses of as well. The two had moved in a month ago and you kept to yourself as well, not bothering to play nice and whip up a housewarming desert you couldn’t even properly bake. It wasn’t until a week ago that you realized your neighbors weren’t exactly your cup of tea. They had people over constantly whether they were attending their overcrowded house parties, movie nights or simply staying over till the sun came back up. It seemed whenever the two had guests around their parking lot quickly become full, causing a new issue to arrive. You noticed the brunette, tall one seemed to have a kick out of parking right in front of your light blue beetle making it impossible for you to maneuver around his pricey sports car. The parties seemed to hit an all time high and you constantly found yourself trapped in your own driveway. You left sticky notes on his windshield, kindly asking him to stop blocking your spot and occasionally he would but it wouldn’t take long for him to fall back into his routine. It wasn’t until he made you late to your job earning you a lengthy lecture from your boss, that you felt you’d had enough, storming outside to drag your keys along his prized possession.

Your decision making skills weren’t the best when you were angry.

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    You hadn’t meant to do it. Certainly not when Dean was within earshot. But it was right there, eight-legged and on your damn desk, and it had to go. Even if you already knew you’d never hear the end of it as you heard Dean’s boots thundering down the hallway.

     “Y/N?!” Dean called, bursting through your door with his gun raised. The eldest Winchester gave the room a quick once-over and then settled his gaze on you, assessing for damage with frantic eyes. He lowered his gun just the slightest bit. “Y/N? What happened? … Are you okay?”

     You smiled sheepishly at Dean and walked forward, pulling the gun from his calloused fingers with a gentle tug. “I’m okay, it’s just – uh …”

     “What? What’s wrong?”

      There was no apparent danger and you’d already dropped the gun on the bed, but Dean’s voice was still edged with concern. So you stepped aside and wordlessly pointed at the desk.

     The look Dean shot back would make Lucifer himself quiver in his boots.

     “A spider?” he said calmly. “You screamed because of a spider?”

     “It’s a big spider.”

     “It’s the size of my pinky nail!”

     “Yeah, well, you have fat fingernails …”

     Dean just rolled his eyes and reached for your desk with his bare hand, intending to solve your bug problem, but you caught his wrist mid-swing and stopped him from crushing the eight-legged pest.

     “Wait, you need to use a tissue!” you cried.

     His eyebrows knit together. “Why?”

     “Because you’ll get spider guts on you!”

      “So?” Dean just stared at you blank-faced. “Y/N, you do realize you’re a hunter, right? You’ve been covered in monster bits more times than I can count. How is this any different?”

     “Because this is spider guts, Dean! Spider guts.”

     “… And?”

     “Spiders are the spawn of Satan!”

     “Okay, we’ve met Satan and I don’t think -”

     “Satan, I tell you! Satan!”

     You ran across the room and quickly pulled a Kleenex from the box on your nightstand, passing it to Dean and backing up a step in case he missed his target. A motion he noted, if his raised eyebrows were any indication, which only served to make him look even less impressed.

     “Okay. I’m killing the spider,” Dean said, holding up the Kleenex for you see, “with a tissue.” You opened your mouth to speak but he cut you off before you could, already knowing exactly what you were going to say. “And I won’t miss.”

     And he didn’t.

     The spider was gone in a matter of seconds and Dean was tossing the crumpled up Kleenex into the trash on his way out the door, looking over his shoulder before leaving and flashing a quick smile. “You’re lucky I love you.”


A/N: Okay, I don’t usually put Author’s Notes on imagines because they’re so short but in this case I felt like I should because I really don’t think this is my best work. I decided to post it anyway because I agonized over this fic for too long to not put it up ( @skymoonandstardust knows what I’m talking about and thank you for putting up with me, girl!) but I just wanted you guys to know that I’m fully aware it’s not that good. Apologies, friends.

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Ice Ice Baby (Lin x Reader)

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

TW: very little swearing

Summary: You injure yourself while rehearsing as Angelica and Lin insists on accompanying you to the hospital

Word Count: 2,639 

“Pippa!” Your fingers fumbled with the back of your pink dress as you sighed. It was only the first day of tech week and you already wanted to punch something.

Pippa inched her head through the small opening in the door to your dressing room, a giggle peeking through her lips. “Yes?”

A low noise of frustration escaped your throat. “How do you get this damn thing on?” You swiftly turned around to see Pippa already fitted in her baby blue dress. “What? How did you do that?!”

Pippa let out a hearty laugh as she gestured for you to turn around. “A magician never reveals her secrets, Y/N.”

“You know, everyone says you’re sweet and pure, but I think there’s something under that going on. Some sort of evil sorcery that allows you to be able to put on any dress with ease.”

She hummed in response. “So…” You felt her delicate fingers work with the complex backing of your dress. “You and Lin, huh?”

Your eyes darted around the room as your mouth opened and closed, unsure of what to say. “What about us?”

“I mean, when are you gonna tell him?” She whispered, a mischievous grin falling on her face.

“Tell him what?”

“You know.”

Your shoulders slumped; you did know. You and Lin weren’t in a relationship, as much as you wished you were. You had had a massive crush on the man who seemed to hold all the stars in his bright eyes since you auditioned for the role of Angelica. The feeling had washed over you too quickly and all at once when you first settled your eyes on him. He seemed aware and interested in everything you had to say and every move you made, as if he was afraid to forget it.

“Yeah.” You grumbled. “I don’t know, I’m sure he doesn’t like me back.”

Pippa huffed, her eyebrows furrowing as her fingers left the pieces of your dress. “Y/N, that’s just nonsense.”

You turned around as Pippa’s eyes flitted over to the door, just spotting Jon walking by.

“Oh! Groff!” She grabbed him by the arm of his intricate costume, pulling him into your dressing room. “Question.”

“What’s up?” His eyes scanned over your costumes, a kind smile spreading on his face.

“Does Lin like Y/N?”

“Oh, absolutely.” He chuckled, as if the answer was obvious. “Have you seen him lately? Can’t keep his eyes off you.”

You shook your head dismissively, crossing your arms over your chest. “There’s no way.”

Jon shrugged his shoulders, shooting you a smirk as he walked out of the room. “Don’t say I didn’t tell you so.”

“You know, you really should’ve listened to him. He’s right.”

“Sure he is. There’s no possibility Lin could like someone like me.” You bit your lip absentmindedly as you sat down, pulling on your heeled shoes.

“Heads up; we’re doing Winter’s Ball through Satisfied in five!” Lin poked his head through the door as he sent a exuberant grin towards Pippa before his eyes softened and settled on you, looking over your costume. “You’re gonna kill it.”

“But doesn’t Leslie kill it?” You beamed at Lin, sending him ironic finger guns.

“Oh my god, Y/N.” Lin’s laugh lit up the room as he ran a hand over his face, sharing a groan with Pippa. “Ah, anyways, you might wanna make your way towards the stage.” He jerked a thumb behind him.

“Copy that.” Pippa nodded, giving him a thumbs up as he walked in the same direction he had just pointed towards. As soon as he left the room, Pippa sharply turned in her chair, raising an amused eyebrow at you. “You saw the way he looked at you, right?”

You rolled your eyes, a smile plastered on your face as you stood from your chair and got adjusted to wearing the heels beneath your feet. “You’re never gonna let this go, aren’t you…?”

“Nope!” She said, popping the “p” as she walked out of the dressing room, you at her heels. Your dresses swished and swayed behind you as you walked to the side of the stage, where A Winter’s Ball was already playing. You glanced at Lin and Leslie they exchanged “heys” before you and Pippa took the stage.

Pippa’s voice rang throughout the theatre as you walked towards Lin, feigning chatter.

“Where are you taking me?” Lin turned his head towards you as you linked arms.

“I’m about to change your life.” You escorted him towards Pippa.

“Then, by all means, lead the way.”

As Lin and Pippa delivered their lines and shared a kiss, you couldn’t help but feel a slight pang of jealousy surge through you. You almost missed your cue as Helpless soon bled into Satisfied.

You dug your nails into your palm as you raised your glass, smiling at Lin and Pippa. Jasmine snuck a glance at you, lightly nudging you in the ribs. She slyly raised her eyebrows, curious as to what was distracting you.

Dismissing her suspicions, you spun to the middle of the stage. Everyone around you sang, gracefully moving in slow motion as the time shifted back to Angelica and Alexander’s meeting.

“But, Alexander, I’ll never forget the first time I saw your face.” You swiftly turned your head towards Lin, who gazed at you in mid-step.

You finished singing your lines as Lin stopped in front of you, tilting his chin up. “You strike me as a woman who’s never been satisfied.”

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean, you forget yourself.” You dipped your head low, peeking up at Lin through your coated eyelashes.

“You’re like me, I’m never satisfied.”

A smirk tugged at the corner of your lips as you cocked your head to the side. “Is that right?”

“I have never been satisfied.” Lin smiled, taking your hand in his and kissing it as the company gasped. You couldn’t help the blush that rose to your cheeks as you exchanged a few more words.

Your movements were crisp as you rapped effortlessly, your shoulders held back.

“Where are you taking me?” Lin repeated as you joined him once more.

“I’m about—” your words were cut off by the painful rolling of your ankle as you collapsed at Lin’s feet. “Shit!” You hissed, staring in horror at your foot.

Lin jumped, immediately crouching down to you as Lac signaled the orchestra to cease playing. The cast instantly crowded around you as Lac, Andy, and Tommy politely pushed their way through the people surrounding you.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Lin’s eyes searched your face. “Do you need to go to the hospital?”

You inhaled sharply as you nodded vigorously. Lin and Andy grasped your upper arms as you slowly stood up, shifting your weight to your good foot.

“What happened?” Tommy’s eyes were wide in shock, flitting between your pained expression and ankle.

“As soon as we got to the next section she must’ve twisted her ankle or something.” Lin’s voice was filled with panic, his worried eyes constantly shifting to you. “Someone call an ambulance, please!”

“Already did!” You heard Anthony yell from the back of the crowd, holding his phone up.

“Thanks.” Lin breathed out, looking at you. “Took quite a tumble there,” he laughed half heartedly, desperate to lighten the mood.

You let out a breathy laugh, turning your head to face him. “Yeah, I was walking then my ankle just decided to fuck me over.”

You heard light chuckles as a man in a white uniform opened the door to the theatre. Your cast members parted from you to take a look at the sudden light that flooded the room. “Can you guys carry her, or would you like me to bring in a wheelchair?”

“Oh, no, we can—”

Lin’s voice was cut off by your words. “No, Lin, I can see that you and Andy are struggling. A wheelchair would be great, thanks.”

The man nodded, a humorous smile on his face as he closed the door. He entered a moment later, making his way to the stage as he splayed out a wheelchair in front of you. Lin and Andy slowly guided you into the chair, exchanging a few grunts of effort. “One of you can tag along with us if you’d like. You don’t have to, of course, just an option.”

“I’ll go.” Lin immediately took a step forward, red flushing his full cheeks as the cast shared knowing glances to each other. “I-I mean, it’s kinda my fault, I—”

“Yeah, yeah, you can go with your girlfriend.” Daveed sent him a toothy grin, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at you as Lin’s eyes drifted to the floor.

“Alright, let’s get you to the vehicle. My name’s Ryan, by the way.” The man in the uniform grabbed your wheelchair by its handles, maneuvering it around the twists and turns in the theatre with Lin at Ryan’s heels. He pushed you up the ramp into the back of the ambulance, waiting for Lin to enter before closing the doors and moving to another part of the . The ambulance began to move down the streets of New York towards the hospital as you and Lin exchanged some small talk.

“Oh my god—” your head snapped up, your eyes widening in realization as your fists curled in your lap.

“What’s wrong?” Lin’s head immediately turned to you.

“The show’s next week, Lin, what if I don’t heal in time? I can’t miss opening night.”

“Oh,” Lin’s voice grew quiet as his eyes darted around the room, searching for something to make you feel better. “Y/N, these are trained doctors, I’m sure they can work something out. In the case that your ankle doesn’t heal in time, anyway, we’ll make arrangements so you won’t miss the first show.”

You gaped at Lin, searching his facial features for any sign of deception. His smooth chocolate eyes bored into yours with utter seriousness. “You wouldn’t.”

“Y/N, it’s me we’re talking about, in the first person who would do this…especially for you.” His gaze suddenly found interest in the floor, a timid grin on his face. Your breath hitched in your throat, a shade of pink searing through your cheeks as a silence settled.

“Sorry to leave you guys in here alone, I’m making a few calls, heh. Have to use all the time I can since rides to the hospital are usually busy. But, this is considered a non-emergency, so it’s not as urgent. Here, I’m just gonna elevate your leg and ice your ankle. This is all kind of part of the acronym, RICE: rest, ice, compression, and elevation. Anyways, ice and elevation will reduce your swelling and minimize your pain. I’m sure the doctor will go over this with you, too.” Ryan abruptly burst in the room, an exhausted smile gracing his features as he took care of your ankle with extreme caution.

He kneeled down as his tentative hands aided your ankle, tossing intermittent phrases back and forth: “Am I hurting you?” and “You okay?” After a few minutes, he stood up, tilting his head and firmly pressing his lips together before nodding in satisfaction. “You should be good until we get to the hospital. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call for me.” He swiftly left through the door, shutting it behind him.

A thick silence between you and Lin filled the air, spare for the few clearing of throats and tapping of feet against the floor.

A sudden choked noise escaped Lin’s throat, a euphoric grin tugging at his lips as his eyes crinkled and he glanced at the ice placed over your ankle. “Ice, ice, baby!” He guffawed, slapping his knee. His laugh proved to be highly contagious as you found yourself cackling, leaning back as tears brimmed your eyes.

Dun dun dun da da dun dun,” you sputtered, the both of you throwing your heads back in hysterics.

You continued your conversation with ease, mostly because Lin was always easy to talk to. He leaned forward in anticipation, clinging onto every word you said and nodding his head eagerly. You soon reached the hospital, Ryan ushering you through the doors and to your room where a doctor greeted you. She introduced herself politely, shaking both yours and Lin’s hands with a firm grip.

She quickly hopped onto the computer in the room, thoroughly explaining that you needed x-rays to determine what you did to your ankle. She rolled her chair over to you, examining your ankle more thoroughly than Ryan had. She wheeled you out of the room, transferring you to an almost identical room with multiple machines residing in it. She went through the procedure of taking your x-ray with you before leaving you in the first room with Lin as she scanned over the x-rays.

The doctor emerged from the hallway, her hand immediately reaching for the mouse attached to the computer as she clicked numerous times until an image of the bones in your ankle appeared on the screen.

“Okay well, good news, your ankle is not broken. On here, there weren’t any fractures to be found. But when I was examining it, there was a lot of tenderness and limited range of motion. So, bad news, your ankle is still sprained.” She delved deeper into your recovery, what you could do to aid your ankle in healing faster and how to take care of it.

You and Lin alternated between nodding and asking questions, until you cleared your throat before speaking.

“One more thing, uh,” you fidgeted, suddenly aware of your clammy palms as you gestured to Lin. “We’re both running through rehearsals for a Broadway show that’s due for its opening night next week. Do you think I’d be able to be dancing by then?”

“Oh!” She snapped her fingers in realization, nodded her head quickly. “Yes, most likely. This is a grade one sprain, so it will take about seven to ten days to heal. As long as you keep an eye on the swelling and take good care of your ankle, you should be fine. Is that it?”

“Yes,” you smiled graciously. “Thank you so much.”

She shook both of your hands as she opened the door. “As soon as you’re ready you can go to the front desk, pay, and I can provide you with the supplies you’ll need. Alright?”

As soon as she was out of your line of sight, you and Lin collectively sighed in relief, shooting each other a bright smile.

“See, I told you things would work out.” Lin crouched down next to you to reach your height in the chair. He took your hands in his, rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles, which were white from clenching your fists out of anxiousness. His warm touch instantly soothed you.

You nodded appreciatively, looking at Lin with a great adoration in which he returned. His eyes scanned over you, filled with an indescribable love and kindness that flooded your chest with warmth. He leaned forward, his hot breath fanning your cheeks as his eyes leveled with yours.

“Would now be a bad time to kiss you?” Lin’s voice was a soft murmur, his dilated gaze shifting from your slightly ajar lips to your admiring eyes.

“Not a chance.” You whispered against Lin’s lips which eagerly, yet gently, pressed against yours. Your hands found their way to the back of his neck, his cupping your face as the pads of his thumbs caressed your cheeks. You felt him smile against your lips as you sighed into the kiss. You pulled away slowly as Lin’s hands still lingered.

You both broke into exuberant grins, your cheeks burning as Lin looked up at you. “I should’ve done that a lot sooner.”

Days In The Sun [1]

Summary: Growing up Bucky Barnes had a turbulent relationship with his father. After the passing of his mother, his vibrant personality began to change, and the sunshine he once emanated turned to darkness. After he’s pulled into the Dean’s office and given the news that his father has died, his best friend Steve expresses his fear of how this will affect Bucky. The Dean wants to help in any way he can and turns to the only person who’s ever brought hope into his life. His Daughter. You.   (A Beauty and the Beast/College au; every one is around 22)

Word Count: 1164

Warnings: Mentions of abuse and some violence. Probably language. 

Bucky Barnes X Reader- ft. Lance Tucker

A/N: Hello! I couldn’t wait until I finished to start posting!! I need to know it’s something worth finishing first!! Feedback would be so so amazing, as I’m kinda nervous about this one! Please let me know if you think I could carry on or not!

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panicatthe-bands  asked:

Hiiii! Could you do #78 please??


I’m working on these at a snail’s pace. Anyways I hope you enjoy it! I had a lot of fun writing it. Here’s #78: “That’s my shirt. So is that…wait?”


Stiles was the best.

Of course that was subject to opinion, but to him he was the freaking best. Ten out of ten the best friend, the best son, and especially the best boyfriend. Oh yeah that was also a thing too; he was the boyfriend of Derek Hale. The Adonis-like body, the chiseled cheeks graced with perfectly trimmed stubble, the incredibly smart and closeted jokester/nerd, the Derek Hale.

So when Stiles says he’s the best it’s because he didn’t tell Derek he was coming home from George Washington a few days earlier than planned. Oh yeah, surprise visit, probably the best idea since the whole panties thing they discovered…but that’s a story for another time.

This is how he found himself creeping up the stairs to their apartment after the longest three and a half hour drive from DC to New York ever. Even his constant music and finger drumming couldn’t distract him long enough to keep his mind off the time. It’s late; which is probably for the best since the more tired Derek was the less he used his senses, plus New York was naturally loud so the chance of blowing this too early was slim.

The chance of other forms of blowing were pretty high.

Stiles grabbed his keys, sliding them in the lock of their door as quietly as possible. The grinding of the key sliding through its riveted slot was loud and he almost wanted to scream in frustration but that would definitely give him away. Instead he huffed quietly and shoved the door open, toeing off his shoes on the mat before shuffling through the entrance to the open concept living area.

While there was no sign of Derek, the place was a mess. That was weird because Derek was such a neat freak; however blankets of all kinds were splayed about, the sink was piled with dishes, the stove top was full of crumbs…

The only thought running through Stiles’ mind was ‘what the everloving hell is going on?’.

He set his duffel bag on the couch as well as his computer bag, crossing the way to the small hallway that lead to the bedroom and bathroom. The door was cracked open slightly with soft yellow lighting pouring out. Stiles pushed the door open only to see the softest version of Derek he’s ever seen.

The socks on his feet are mismatched, he’s wearing the sweats with the holes in the legs and the sweater with the thumbholes, his hair all tousled and soft against his forehead. Stiles didn’t take out his phone despite the overwhelming urge to. This was an intimate moment and saving it on a camera felt wrong in a way.

Stiles walked over to the edge of the bed, his hand not even touching Derek before a strong grip wrapped around his wrist a tad too tight. Blue eyes flashed at him before fading quickly to reveal surprised green-ish ones.

“Hey, surpri–whoa!”

Suddenly his world was flipped, his hip smashing painfully with another as he was pulled onto the bed. Strong arms wrapped around him and held him impossibly close, a face nuzzling into his neck and making him laugh. The stubble….well beard now, tickled the hell out of him.

A possessive growl –that went straight to his dick if Stiles was being honest– echoed through the room and against his skin.

“You’re back early,” Derek said after a moment.

Stiles pulled back a little, looking his boyfriend in the eyes, “I wanted to surprise you?”

Derek still looked taken back, his mouth parted with his teeth poking out a little. This warm, bubbly, fuzzy feeling rose in his chest and suddenly he couldn’t help but lean in and kiss that shock right off his boyfriend’s face. The slight chapped feeling of his lips juxtaposed the softness of Derek’s, their noses brushing against each other’s ever so lightly every now and then.

When they pulled back Stiles finally noticed Derek’s pillow.

“That’s my shirt,” he said blankly, sitting up a little to see it better, “so is that…wait? What?”

Derek’s face went up in flames, the tan skin suddenly dark with red flush. Stiles didn’t need the gift of lycanthropy to see the embarrassment roll off the older man in waves. Under and around Derek’s pillow was his old Beacon Hills high school hoodies, a few of his graphic tee shirts, and basically anything and everything Stiles wears often.

It clicked in his head then.

“Ummm–”

“You missed me,” Stiles deadpanned.

Derek frowned, “Stiles…what? Of course I did.”

“Well duh…I just…you went as far to be with my scent,” Stiles said, motioning to the pillow.

“I always want to be with you and your scent,” Derek said, holding Stiles closer.

A grin spread across his face, “well that’s reassuring. I’d be worried if you didn’t.”

Derek took that as a cue to nuzzle his face back into Stiles’ neck and chest, scenting him immediately. Stiles laughed softly, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend tightly, letting the wolf take what he needed.

“I’m glad to be home,” Stiles said after a while.

Derek paused, looking up, “…home?”

“Once again duh, you’re my home.”

If Stiles took an extra week off school…well it was worth it if he got to stay with Derek, his home.


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It’s the first cool day New York has seen in months. Louis wakes up to a light chill in the air, goosebumps rising on his skin, the cracked windows finally letting in a breeze that doesn’t feel muggy, and when he rolls over to face Harry, sheets pooled around his bare waist, Louis only pauses to stare for a brief moment before he’s poking Harry’s chest, cheeks, eyelids. Harry bats him away, groaning.

“Why. What.” His voice is rough with sleep and he doesn’t any make an attempt to open his eyes.

Louis smirks, poking him in the stomach. Hard. “It’s finally fall.”

“It’s been fall for a week and a half.”

“Yeah but now it feels like fall.”

Harry groans louder. “It’s Sunday. The day of rest. I don’t want to wake up yet.”

“But.” He sits up, reaching for the duvet cover, wrapping it around himself. It smells like Harry’s shampoo, and a little bit like fabric softener. “We should go apple picking.”

“You don’t even like apples that much,” Harry mumbles into his pillow.

“I’m a teacher. I think it’s a law to like them, or something.”

He grunts out something that resembles probably, then rolls over to his other side, his back facing Louis.

That won’t do.

Louis rearranges himself so he’s situated on Harry’s lap, his movements quick enough that Harry doesn’t have time to react or push him away. Louis drags his hands up and down Harry’s sides, touching softly at his fading scars, and Harry finally opens his eyes at that, smile breaking, shaking his head.

“Has anyone ever told you how much of a pain in the ass you are?”

“A few times, maybe.”

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She's Not You [j.j.]

Jughead x reader in which she acts completely normal.

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(Y/N) (L/N) liked Jughead Jones. That was a fact.

Jughead Jones liked Betty Cooper. That was also a fact.

Another (very) known fact was that Betty Cooper liked Archie Andrews, yet Archie liked Valerie Brown.

It was a huge mess and there was no way to fix it.

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“Are you ever going to tell him you like him?”

(Y/N) looked up from her book to see Kevin Keller and Veronica Lodge slide into the booth she was sitting in. “No.”

“But why?” complained Veronica. She was the biggest (Y/N)/Jughead shipper there was.

“Because he likes Betty,” (Y/N) replied smoothly. “I’m not gonna waste my time.”

“Oh c’mon,” Kevin exclaimed. “That boy is taken with you, he just hasn’t realized it yet.”

“And he probably never will. I’m completely happy just being friends with him Keller, I’m not going to jeopardize that friendship because of my feelings.”

“Whatever (Y/N),” Veronica scoffed. “But he’s going to find out sooner or later.”

The trio of friends turned to the door when they heard the jingling of a bell, alerting the patrons in Pop’s that someone had entered. Jughead looked around the diner, his eyes settling on the (H/C) girl and making his way over.

“Hey guys,” he greeted. “What are we talking about?”

“Oh nothing,” Veronica said.

“Yeah, we were just leaving,” Kevin added as they both got up from their seats.  “Remember what we talked about (Y/N/N)!”

You simply nodded as you waved at them, too engrossed in your book to notice the looks they exchanged with each other.

“So, what were you talking about?” Jughead asked as he sat next to you.

(Y/N) looked up at him and gave him a smile, “Don’t worry about it.”

~~~

Jughead couldn’t help but worry. He was too curious for his own good, everybody knew that. He wanted to know what his best friend had been talking about with Veronica and Kevin before he had arrived, but she wasn’t telling.

He followed her around for the whole week, bugging and begging her to tell him. She’d always laugh and give him a ridiculous response.

“We were talking about how my cat got diabetes.”

“Veronica was telling me that Reggie is actually very gay for Chuck.”

“Kevin and Veronica were trying to convince me to go skinny dipping in the river with them.”

Jughead was pretty tired of her excuses.

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Later that week, Jughead had managed to corner Veronica in the hallway and was pestering her trying to figure out the topic of the conversation Pop’s.

“Fine!” Veronica cried out in exasperation. Noticing that (Y/N) was rounding the corner and approaching them, the Lodge girl quickly came up with a plan. Pushing Jughead into an empty classroom next to them, she motioned for him to stay put. Curious, Jughead decided to listen to her and watched as (Y/N) was stopped by Veronica.

“So (Y/N), I assume you’re on your way to meet Jughead at Pop’s?” Veronica had a sly smile on her face.

“Of course not,” (Y/N) replied. “Why follow my daily schedule when I can be spontaneous.”

Noticing the heavy sarcasm in her tone, Veronica gave her an irritated look. “Well little Miss Sarcasm, sorry for asking.”

The (H/C) haired girl flashed a smile at Veronica, “Where else would I be going Ronnie?”

Jughead smiled at his best friends words. It was indeed a daily ritual to sit at Pop’s until closing time every day, just enjoying each others company as they drank some milkshakes.

“So have you thought about what we told you?”

Jughead was snapped out of his thoughts by Veronica’s question. ‘What is she talking about?’ he though to himself.

“Yeah, I have actually,” he heard (Y/N) reply. “I’m not doing it.”

“You have to,” Veronica said.

“No Ronnie, I am not telling my best friend that I like him!”

Jughead felt his breathing stop. (Y/N) liked him? His (Y/N)? He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t notice (Y/N) and Veronica walking away. He quickly gathered his thoughts and rushed off to Pop’s, determined to get some answers from his best friend.

~~~
“You’re late,” (Y/N) said, not looking up from her book as Jughead approached her booth.

“Yeah, I got caught up with some stuff for the Blue & Gold. Betty needed my help,” Jughead mentally cursed himself for his shitty excuse. (Y/N) simply looked up at him over her book, raising an eyebrow at him, before going back to her story.

Jughead didn’t know what to do. He wanted to ask her about what she had said to Veronica back at school but he couldn’t seem to find the words to speak.

“You alright there Juggie?” (Y/N) asked. “You seem very conflicted.”

“Do you like me?” Jughead blurted out. He mentally face palmed. ‘Way to be subtle’ he mentally reprimanded himself.

(Y/N)’s eyes widened briefly before going back to her book. “Dammit Ronnie,” she muttered under her breath.

“So it’s true?” Jughead asked nervously.

“Yeah,” (Y/N) replied nonchalantly, still reading.

“I’m sorry (Y/N). I really am, but I like Betty,” Jughead’s voice almost trailed off at the end as he braced himself for her reaction. He didn’t know what she’d do. He was expecting anger, sadness, a melancholic response. He got none of those.

“Ok,” the girl simply replied. Jughead’s head shot up.

“I’m sorry (Y/N/N), I truly am.”

(Y/N) finally looked up at him, setting her book down after she marked her page.

“Why?” she questioned. Jughead looked at her in confusion.

“Why are you sorry Juggie?” she said. “I knew you liked Betty. That’s why I didn’t say anything”

“Yeah but, it’s just that you like me, and I uh- I feel really bad and uh…” Jughead stumbled over his words, not knowing how to reply.

His best friend leaned back in her seat and chuckled. “Juggie. You have no reason to be sorry. We can’t control our feelings. I like you, you like Betty, that’s the way it is. We can’t change it.”

“Yeah, but I feel kind of shitty,” Jughead breathed.

“Don’t,” his best friend replied. “Just because you don’t like me back doesn’t mean we’re not friends Jug. You’re my best friend, and our friendship is more important than some stupid feelings.”

And with those words, Jughead felt reassured as they ordered their milkshakes, drinking the night away, knowing that their friendship wasn’t ruined.

~~~

“You have to come along guys!” Veronica exclaimed. “Last time it was only me, Josie, Kevin, and Reggie but we all need a stress reliever.”

It was a Friday, and Veronica was trying to get her friends to go clubbing with her. Reluctantly, and with a lot of encouragement, they all agreed. Even Jughead.

It was eight at night when they all stepped into the club. Veronica, fearless and confident, dragged Josie and Kevin off to dance,with Archie tagging along. (Y/N) chose to sit down for awhile and Jughead and Betty joined her. (Y/N) felt really out of place as Betty and Jughead struck up a conversation and she decided to wander around. Just as she got up, she bumped into Reggie (who she had forgotten was there to be honest) and stumbled. She felt hands wrap around her waist as she put her hands out to steady herself.

“Whoa there,” Reggie said, smirking. “Don’t go falling for me (Y/N)”

(Y/N) couldn’t help but groan and chuckle at his lame pick-up line. Her and Reggie had once been friends, best friends actually, up until high school. He had instantly become popular and she hadn’t. They had simply grown apart.

“I had honestly forgotten you had come,” the girl stated.

“You wound me (Y/N/N),” Reggie smiled, placing a hand upon his heart. “And here I was thinking that you loved me.”

“Yea yea, long time no see huh?” the girl replied.

“Yeah,” Reggie muttered awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I miss our friendship and I’m honestly sorry that we stopped talking.”

“Buy me a milkshake and you’ll be forgiven,” (Y/N) told him.

“Deal,” Reggie said. “Let’s go.”

“What? Now?”

“Yea, we have a lot of catching up to do.”

~~~

“Jug, why is (Y/N) leaving with Reggie?” Betty questioned.

Snapping his head to look for his best friend, Jughead immediately stood up and walked over to the pair that was making their way out of the club.

“(Y/N/N)!” Jughead called out. The pair stopped and turned around. “Where are you going?”

“Oh, Reggie here is gonna buy me milkshakes,” (Y/N) answered happily.

“Uh, I believe I said one  milkshake,” Reggie said in a teasing tone, bumping his shoulder against the girl’s.

“Uh, I believe I never said how many milkshakes you owe me,” (Y/N) shot back in an equally teasing tone. Jughead looked back and forth between them, an uneasy feeling creeping up on him.

“Yeah, okay,” he mumbled. “See you around I guess.”

(Y/N) frowned slightly at his response before being pulled away by Reggie, the smile reappearing on her face. Jughead made his way back to Betty.

~~~

“…and then we also have to start working on next week’s spread,” Betty said as Jughead glanced at the club’s entrance.

“And I also kissed Veronica at cheer tryouts,” Betty said, trying to get Jughead’s attention.

“Uh huh,” Jughead replied absentmindedly, still looking at the entrance.

“And I also found a unicorn and named it Sparkles. He’s currently in my attic.”

“Yeah, that sounds great Betty.”

“Jughead!” Betty shouted. He turned to her, nearly knocking over his drink.

“Go after her Juggie,” Betty said. “I know you’re worried.”

“It’s just…its Reggie,” Jughead started. “I don’t know why she left with him.”

“Well, they are friends,” Betty replied. “Go Jughead. We all know you like her. Go after her.”

Jughead looked at her in surprise. “You think I like her?”

“Jug,” she said. “I know you like her. We all do.”

“But I like you,” he mumbled, surprised when Betty giggled.

“That’s sweet Jug, really, but come on, you really don’t like her? She’s in love with you y’know. She always has been.”

“I know…” Jughead trailed off.

“Go talk to her,” Betty encouraged,

Jughead left the club.

~~~

As he approached Pop’s, Jughead couldn’t feel the small pang of jealously that he felt as he saw (Y/N) sitting at their usual booth with Reggie, as they both drank a milkshake. He watched as she tilted her head back, laughing as Reggie told her a story, gesticulating wildly with his hands.

He couldn’t help but think over Betty’s words. Yes, he always did think that (Y/N) was beautiful, and yes, he always did love receiving a hug from her. But that was normal with best friends…right?

But as he stood outside, watching (Y/N) sitting at their booth with Reggie Mantle, he couldn’t help but agree with Betty. He definitely felt something for his best friend. He always had, he had just ignored those feelings. He wouldn’t have left Betty if he didn’t feel something for (Y/N).

He watched as (Y/N)’s gaze traveled to the window, spotting him and instantly smiling at him. Reggie’s eyes followed soon after and he got up/ Jughead watched as he gave (Y/N) a quick hug and paid for their milkshakes before leaving the diner.

“Don’t fuck this up freak,” Reggie muttered as he passed Jughead. Reggie was right, Jughead couldn’t mess any of this up.

He made his way inside and took his usual seat next to (Y/n).

“What are you doing here Jug? You were having such a nice time at the club with Betty!” the (H/C) girl exclaimed.

Gathering up all the courage he had, Jughead quietly replied, “But she’s not you.”

(Y/N) froze before looking up at Jughead. “What?”

“She’s not you (Y/N),” Jughead continued, feeling confident. He had nothing to lose and he knew that she liked him back. “Betty’s great and all, but she’s not you. You’re the one that’s always been there for me. You helped me after my dad went off the rails and mom left with Jellybean. You were there to support me when I began my novel and you were there for me when the drive-in closed down. You offered me a place to stay when I had nothing. It’s always been you (Y/N),I just never thought that we could be anything more than friends.”

(Y/N) threw her head back and laughed. “Oh Juggie. Of course I’ve always been there for you. You’re my best friend. I love you.”

“Go out with me? Please,” Jughead awaited her reply.

Smiling up at him, (Y/N) replied, “This can be our first date Jug.”

Jughead smiled at her and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her into him. And they spent their night there, like they usually did, just talking and sharing milkshakes. Only now, things had changed. They were happy, and it was quite obvious to anyone who saw them sitting together, exchanging shy kisses as the night dragged on.

“I love you too (Y/N/N).”

~~~

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Dinner

Requested: May I request something? Could you make one where shawn makes dinner for you both?

Originally posted by smendesgifs

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You’re at work when your phone buzzes with a text from your boyfriend. All it says is: Are your roommates home? You have no idea why he would be asking this. You hadn’t even planned to see Shawn tonight. He knows you have a lot of homework to do tonight because you had to tell him you wouldn’t be able to make it to his studio session. He is in LA for a few days recording, and you had planned to spend the evening with him in the studio because you love watching him record, and you try to spend as much time together as you can whenever he’s in LA. But the studio is an hour and a half drive from your University and you just couldn’t see yourself driving for three hours when you have papers to write and exams to study for even though you did really want to see him. 

Lily should be. Why? You respond. 

Can I have their numbers? Comes his next message without the explanation you wanted. 

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How long have you been standing there? // SHAWN MENDES

This is in honor of my account hitting 100 followers :) 

“YOU CAN’T WALK THE STREETS AT NIGHT” I sang, or more like screamed, as I danced around the kitchen in an over sized shirt that may or may not have once been Shawn’s and a pair of shorts. 

It was a lazy Sunday and Shawn was at the studio finishing some last minute touches before his first song from his new album was released tonight. To celebrate I decided to make him some celebratory chocolate chip muffins. I was about halfway through of putting the mixture into the muffin tins when Show You came on shuffle. 

“No I’m not, No I’m not, they tryna tell me that I” I sing in a low pitched voice trying to replicate Shawn’s voice. I nod my head to the beat, pausing with the mixture to lean over and turn the music up on my phone. 

“DO i gotta SHOW YOU, GUESS I gotta SHOW YOU,” I laugh, batter missing the tin from my hand moving as I danced. 

“Oh gotta sing this bit,” I say more to myself. I freeze facing the window as I quickly sing along to the fast paced verse. 

 “Do i really gotta show you now? Really, really, really gotta show you now?”

I turn to face the other side dramatically, unable to keep a smile at bay at my weird dancing, something I wouldn’t be doing if I knew anyone could see me.

“DO I really gotta spell it out? I-T I SPELLED IT OUT” I laugh beginning to dance more. “If you really want to see me now watch me walk across the shit,” I stop, freezing as Shawn comes into view when I spun around. 

I awkwardly freeze, placing one hand on the counter, staring at the ground.

“How long have you been standing there?” I ask, looking up at him, brushing back the pieces of hair that fell out of my bun that were tickling my face. 

“Since the start of Show you,” he days smirking. “Love the dance moves baby,”

I jokingly glare at him, knowing he was just teasing. He was just as bad as a dancer as I was. We both seem to realise the music was still playing.

“Don’t stop on my account,” he motions for me to keep dancing. 

“Go back to work,” I say cheekily, rolling my eyes and turning to the mixture again.

“Can’t, you’d miss my company too much. That’s why you were listening to my voice, to hear me,” Shawn laughs as I scoff. 

“Don’t flatter your ego too much,” He walks up behind me, resting his chin on my left shoulder, his hands holding the bench either side of me. 

“I already have you to do that for me sweetie,” He chuckles kissing my cheek. He notices the precooked muffins. “You’re making me muffins?” he asks excitedly.

“They’re celebratory muffins for your song release tonight. I know you worked hard so I wanted to do something special for you.” I turn to meet his eyes before looking back to the mixture. “You came home earlier then expected though so they’re not cooked yet,”

“I knew I fell in love with you for a good reason,” Shawn says, nuzzling his face in my neck. 

“Mm, pretty sure there isn’t hundreds of other girls willing to bake for you,” I say sarcastically, feeling his throat vibrate with a chuckle. 

“I only want you though,” He right hand squeezes my hip gently. “But seriously, thank you so much for this Y/N, you didn’t have to bake for me. Having you here is good enough,” he kisses the corner of my mouth. I smirk at him.

“You’re welcome Shawn,” 

“I don’t know how I’m going to eat them all,” He says jokingly. 

“If you don’t want them I’ll give them to Jenny and the kids next door- I mean I’m sure they would love them-” he glares at me.

“Don’t you even think about it,”

Originally posted by mendesgif

9. First Time

Word Count: 1030.
A/N: This is my first ever writing and I have to thank Taw of @supersoldierslover for being so effing supportive and helping me out a lot by agreeing to take a look at it and correcting it along with giving a few ideas . THANK YOU SOO MUCH . I LOVE YOU !!
Written by: @amrita31199

Originally posted by sensuous

“Ouch…” “Shit. I am so sorry. I didn’t…” “No. It’s fine. Let me just…” you trail off trying to get out of you shirt while simultaneously untangling your hair out of the hook it got stuck in.

“Wow… Um I mean you have nice boobs.” He says awkwardly whispering the last part .You chuckle. “Thanks” you say looking down at the floor. He sensed the uncertainty and inched his hands towards your hips and pulled you close to his chest. He could see that you were nervous. But so was he.

“May I?” he asked when his hands trailed to your back and to the hook of your bra. You nodded. He unhooked it and your hands instantly went to your chest to cover it. He slowly took both your hands in his and brought it to his mouth and kissed them. “You are so beautiful “. You leaned your back onto the bed as he started to kiss your neck and, your throat and finally your lips.  He lips were soft and chapped at the same time. It was sweet at first, both trying hard to hold back, but when he licked your bottom lip you cupped his face to deepen the kiss.

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Shut Doors (Doctor Strange x Reader) [SMUT]

Title: Shut doors (Doctor Strange x Reader) [SMUT]

Pairing: Doctor Strange x Reader

Characters: Reader and Doctor Strange, the Avengers

Request: Doctor Strange x Reader with 10+17, annnnnnnnnnd smutty-ish, please? If you could write it, I would be appreciate so much. And thank you in advance. Hoping that you would have a nice day! By @septimaseverina (sorry the link didn’t work the first time around, silly me. 

10. “It’s not what it looks like…”

17. “Oh please! It’s not like you’ve never seen something like this before.”

Summary: When a one night stand leads to awkward silences, awkward glances and awkward conversations you feel you’re never going to get your best friend back. But, when a mission threatens your life will everything change?

Word count: 965

Warnings: Mentions of potential death. SMUT, yep, you heard Doctor Strange smut. 

Tags: @tmntwhat-you-get-is-what-you-see @trinswhimsys

Originally posted by cactuseverywhere

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Every Thursday, like clockwork, Will visits the Drake Hotel and goes to room 101. He lies down, takes off his clothes, and waits for the same greeting he receives each time. 

“You grow more and more lovely each time I see you again.” 

The words should not make him blush but they always do, the genuine flattery and not fakeness something he’s starved for in this business. 

“Hello, Hannibal.” 

The smile as Hannibal removes his clothes grows wider, never looking away from Will once even as Will rolls onto his belly to let his best customer view the merchandise. 

Because that’s what Will is: merchandise. 

He can’t fool himself into thinking otherwise, the feeling of them coming together is just sexual chemistry and the affection he feels for Hannibal as they tease each other after is just something he can’t give into. 

Hannibal is the only customer he falls asleep with, the only one Will feels comfortable beside, and when he wakes up to an empty bed beside him every Friday he tries not to feel abandoned. 

Transaction over. Merchandise procured, used, and finish with. 

They go through the motions of this for nearly a year before it all comes crashing down because Will takes a job someone else couldn’t. 

Lord how he hates bachelor parties. 

He hasn’t done one since he was young, too old for this shit but smiling fakely throughout. 

The voice is immediately recognizable the moment he hears it, Hannibal’s angry purr, “I see you’ve gotten yourself entertainment, Frederick.” 

Will stops his gyrating, smile vanishing upon seeing Hannibal’s darkened gaze. 

“A lot older than I wanted,” Frederick, the groom teases, “But look at that ass.” 

Will can barely make it through the rest of the night, feeling Hannibal’s gaze on him, and when he’s told, “Next time, send someone better,” he feels humiliated. 

He doesn’t go to the hotel on Thursday, he’s so angry, and receives calls he ignores telling Hannibal, “I’m busy tonight.” 

It’s a transaction, he shouldn’t feel ashamed, there is no need to feel as if he’s betrayed someone. 

Yet over the course of the week till the following Thursday, he doesn’t feel ashamed. He feels heartsick, because he misses Hannibal. There are a number of clients between him and Will barely goes through the motions. 

He cancels appointments from Monday through Thursday, shaking with fear as he opens the door to room 101. 

Hannibal is there, nearly an hour early, his anger a physical thing that makes Will want to apologize. “Hanni…” 

“Take off your clothes, I do not wish to hear you speak.” 

Will does, feeling worse and worse the more naked he gets. The touch of Hannibal’s hand to his back makes him moan, leaning back into it as he’s pushed down face first on the bed. 

He didn’t expect the restraints, but he doesn’t speak, letting Hannibal tie him up with what look like expensive ties. 

“I was starting to think this was something it wasn’t,” Hannibal says coldly, tightening his knot, “I will not make that mistake again.” 

Nothing about what happens next is loving, even the fingers inside him as Will is prepared. Hannibal is relentless, drilling into him with fingers and hissing, “Quiet,” when Will moans. He bites his lip and Hannibal whispers, “If you come, I will not come back next Thursday.” 

Will shudders, gritting his teeth as Hannibal opens the condom. 

“You looked horrible debasing yourself for them,” Hannibal sneers, “Dancing like a common whore.” 

Will closes his eyes and Hannibal grips his cheek, “Look at me.” 

He meets Hannibal’s eyes and licks his lips, but doesn’t speak. 

He’s not supposed to. 

Hannibal enters him in one quick thrust, Will biting on his lip to keep from groaning as he’s fucked hard and fast. He shudders into every touch, leans and melts against Hannibal who bites at his skin when he cums. 

Will doesn’t, sweaty and desperately silent as he waits for instruction. 

Hannibal pulls out and unties him, not speaking and tossing down the money as he starts to dress with his back to Will who watches. 

When he’s done he looks at Will with sad eyes, “Say something.” 

“I missed you.” 

Hannibal drops his tie in surprise, but looks away. “Missed my money, I’m certain.” 

Will swallows, “No, I missed YOU.” 

Hannibal takes a breath, closing his eyes. “Do you remember the first time we met, Will?” 

Will’s voice is thick, “Yes. You slit that man’s throat in that alley and then picked me up in the Fuller Bar.” 

Hannibal’s surprise is evident. “You saw?” 

Will nods, “Yes. You,” he sighs, “Hannibal I think I’m in love with you. I know it doesn’t mean much, but….” 

Hannibal rushes to him, grabbing onto Will’s cheeks as they kiss passionately. Will moans, clutching his neck as he cums so hard he’s dizzy. Hannibal pulls back, smiling, kissing Will’s chin. “You orgasmed from my kiss.” 

Will shivers, “You were so cold, I needed your warmth,” he laughs, “God I’m…” 

Hannibal kisses him again, biting his lip before pulling away. “You are all mine,” he runs his hand down Will’s chest, “And I do not share.” 

Will likes the sound of that.  

♢Between the Seams (1)

Originally posted by tyra2215

(( Time Travel AU ))  

(A/N): I’ve never been so excited to start a series in my life. I hope everyone enjoys reading as much as I had fun writing this! Heads up though, I have no idea how I’m gonna end this. Just get ready for a lot of emotional pain. Feedback is greatly appreciated!

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader x Jimin 

Genre: Expect lots of angst and smut, if I dare

Trigger Warnings: (For now) Strong language, very suggestive themes. 

Word Count: 4058

Description: ‘Travellers’ are a rarity in this world, and so are the two men you treasure the most; your best friend, Jeon Jungkook and boyfriend, Park Jimin. They are the constant in your life that you’re never ungrateful for and you’ve never felt happier with both of them always by your side. 

But everything as you know it changes entirely the day the universe decides to gift with you a nasty surprise, and for the first time in a long while, the future scares you. Your life gradually falls apart in front of your eyes, and there’s nothing you can do to keep it from crumbling away altogether.

Or is there?

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Better late than Never

Characters: Dean, Reader, Sam, Jess, Meg, Charlie and Amara.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Just swearing. And waaaaay too many eye rolls and sarcastic scowls. FLUFF! (Dean being a sweety)

Summary: College Au. Everyone meets up for drinks as friends usually do and things take a very interesting turn. The reader finally admits how she feels.

A/N: This is for @dancingalone21​‘s AU Funny quote Challenge and I picked, “I have this code. No cash for ass.” I just wanna say congrats on 2K followers, your work is stellar and you deserve everyone of them. I hope everyone enjoys reading it as much as I enjoyed writing this. Thank you for reading and if you thought it was great, feedback would be appreciated. Lots of love!

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Songbird

Ch.1 Mystic Messenger Mafia AU

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Word Count: 1,609

[VIOLENCE/MURDER]


      It was what you had come to know as a typical night. The city was wet from the earlier rains, causing a moonlit highlight on the bricks and asphalt. It also kicked up an unpleasant stench, but one you had grown familiar with in all of your years of living here.

     “Alright, kiddies. Time to work,” a burly man clapped his gloved hands together before throwing open the back door of the truck.

     Barrels and barrels full of bootleg lined the inside. Thousands of dollars of product for the family to profit from, brought over on a meat truck they used frequently to disguise their hauls. But from where? The shipping yard, you guessed. Now if you could just figure out when it docked…

     “What are you thinking about?” the boy next to you asked.

     You hadn’t realized he’d been watching you. He scratched his hair underneath his cap before straightening it with a smile. Yoosung, or ‘Lucky’ as he was known, was always smiling. He seemed to practically skip instead of walk. Not the typical mafioso wannabe. But neither were you. In any case, he’s the closest thing you had to a friend right now. And you needed that.

     “That it’s cold as shit and I wanna get this over with,” you huffed.

     Lucky and some of the other boys popped up into the truck. They all shifted the barrels in their spots as if to weigh the contents before proceeding to move them. They had to roll a few of them down before you could start to dolly the liquor inside the small storage warehouse.

     “Attaboy,” the driver said gruffly and condescendingly. His wide hand pat one of them on the back as they wheeled a barrel away.

     “Turn the lights off, you nitwit,” the beautiful brunette, your capo-Jaehee, seethed as her heels clicked around the side of the truck and stopped in front of the driver.

     “S-Sorry, right,” he nodded before scrambling to the front to turn the headlights dim.

     “This is the last job for tonight, so make it snappy,” she played with her gloved hands, seemingly annoyed, “well go on!” she urged you.

     You picked up the pace and wheeled the barrel Yoosung placed on the dolly for you. A single one wasn’t too heavy, but do 5 or 6 in a row and boy were you feeling it. Towards the end of the truck you felt beads of sweat on the back of your neck.

     “What’s her deal tonight?” one of the boys whispered as you all worked to shift the hooch inside the storage room.

     You glanced back to see Jaehee and the driver. It looked like she was scolding him, all while gesturing to the truck.

     “Probably in a rush to get to the club to see ‘Pretty Boy’ sing his little heart out so she can drop her panties,” one of the guys joked and pretended to sing into a mic dramatically.

     “Shut the fuck up, idiot,” another one smacked him in the back of the head, “if I have to listen to any more of your stupid jokes tonight I’m gunna stuff ya in one of these damn barrels.”

     “Alright, alright, lay off,” he rubbed his head with a sour face, “I was only tryin'a lighten the mood.”

     A flash of headlights washed over you before being turned off. You all stopped to watch a black car pull up by the truck. You and Yoosung both paused, gripping your dollies and watching as a man in a brown trench coat stepped out and straightened his collar. Bits of red hair peeked from his hat and a serious expression plagued his face.

     “Shit, what’s he doing here?” one of the guys whistled menacingly.

     Though you had only seen him a handful of times, you knew who it was. Saeyoung, the Underboss. Or as people liked to call him-‘The Mad Hatter.’ You believed him responsible for countless hits over the years. And now you all stood to watch, though some of the outfit stayed back in the warehouse, exchanging quiet glances and pretending to work.

     “It’s a wonderful night, isn’t it?” Saeyoung and his two body guards met Jaehee and the driver.

     “It’s a bit too cold if you ask me,” Jaehee replied.

     “Ah, but it’s a clear night,” he looked up to the sky, “star, after star, after star. An endless void. If you look long and hard enough you can get lost in it. How many do you think there are?”

     He returned his gaze to the two of them, his solemn face unchanging. Neither of them spoke.

     “I asked you a question,” he turned to the large man, “how many do you think there are?”

     “Stars? I-uh…” you could almost see the man begin to sweat.

     “You can count, can’t you?”

     “Well ya, but I-I don’t know-“

     “Of course you don’t. There are too many up there. Maybe a simpler question, then? Since you can count and all..how many barrels am I missing from this truck?” he gestured to the meat truck.

     “Missing?” his big belly heaved with his now labored breathing.

      Saeyoung’s fist swung into the mans gut and sent him coughing to his knees.

     “Now, now. You’re good with numbers, remember? I’ll give you a second to count them in your head before telling me. And you’d better tell me. Or things are only going to get worse for you.”

     The man started to sob at Saeyoung’s feet, “I don’t know nothin’ about missing barrels I swear on my kids life,” he pleaded.

     “I don’t like liars,” Saeyoung grabbed the mans hand and pulled the glove off, “shall we count together? Maybe that will help.”

     He singled out the mans pointer finger, while the driver looked up to Saeyoung’s face in terror. His wet eyes were pleading.

     “One…” Saeyoung bent the finger back in a swift motion. The snap of bone was like a dry twig breaking under your boot.

     The cry in pain filled the empty street and the body guards stuffed the man’s mouth with a cloth before holding him in place on his knees. He struggled for a moment but quickly admitted defeat.

     “Two,” another snap of his middle finger, “three…”

     Even with the cloth to muffle, you could hear the pain bellowing from his chest. Tears streamed down his stubble-heavy face and his brow pinched together in agony. It took everything in you not to stop him. The cold metal of the gun on your thigh had never been more apparent.

     “Four,” the pinky was the last one and it broke easily, “four barrels. Now do you remember?”

     He let the mans hand fall before stepping back. The cloth was pulled from his mouth before shoving him forward into the damp asphalt. Shaking and nodding at Saeyoung’s feet, his right hand was a mangled mess now.

     “Good, I thought so. Now you won’t forget that number,” he tossed the glove at the mans face, “get out of my sight.”

     With his good hand he palmed the glove and clambered to his feet all while stifling sobs. Wobbling slightly and almost running into Jaehee in the process he started to walk fast in the opposite direction down the silent street.

     “Hm…I changed my mind,” Saeyoung reached into his coat and pulled a pistol to aim at the man.

     The truck blocked your view but the sound of the shot and the thud that followed were telling enough. Your legs were suddenly jello and a pair of hands held you up.

     “Keep it together,” Yoosung whispered as he grabbed you. You were just noticing his eyes had glassed over slightly and there was an indent where he must have bitten his lip.

     All you could think about were flashes of Saeyoung’s face as he held a gun to your head. ‘Lemme show you what we do to rats and pigs,’ he’d say, his sadistic grin being the last thing you see before he squeezed on it.

     “Someone clean that up,” Saeyoung gestured to the body before turning to one of the men, “you, get this truck out of here.”

     He handed a wad of cash to Jaehee, explaining that she was to deliver it to the man’s wife. It was to help her get by, at least for a little while, without a husband.

     He took long striding steps back to the car. His gloved hand opened the door and he turned to you with a smile before getting in.

     “Hey, Lucky! Both’a you, be in the wind before the bull arrives, huh?” he waved and got into the back seat.

     The bit of food in your stomach was trying to make it’s way up but you took some sharp breaths to calm your nerves as the car drove away. No wonder there wasn’t a soul at the station willing to try and infiltrate this syndicate. They all either laughed at you or turned a cold shoulder when you brought it up. Not even the feds were willing to acknowledge this level of organized crime was going on. Businesses and citizens alike accepted that this was just the way things were. And here you were, a cop gone under cover. A rat. A bull. The regret was like a thick syrup that clung to you. This was the first time you realized you were probably going to die. But there was no turning back now.

     “Come on, there’s still a bit of work to do…” Yoosung pat you on the back with a solemn face. It was the first time you’d seen him not smiling.

Magic [Tim Drake x Reader]

Anonymous requested: “Could you do a Batfamily x reader imagine where the family ( Dick, Jason, Damian, Cass, Duke, Barbs, and Steph) ship you and Tim together (reader is a year younger than Tim), but Tim is kinda still hooked on Steph and of course, reader has a big crush on Tim and this breaks her heart when he tells her he kinda still likes steph, you can choose the ending! Sorry if this is too much, and also, reader is Bruce’s kid and Damian’s half-sibling! :))))))”

A/N: So I changed it a little bit…

Pairing: Tim Drake x Reader x Alfred [Family]

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2054

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[F/N] [M/N] Pennyworth was a beautiful, intelligent and capable young lady with an incredible array of talents. She had an amazing personality and a loving heart, but she was fiery and not someone to underestimate, much like her grandfather. She was adored by those older than her, idolized by those younger than her, the person every girl wanted to be and every boy wanted to date… but, as if her story was a Shakespearean tragedy, there was one person who didn’t fit into those categories and he happened to be the one boy she was hopelessly in love with.

Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne was a handsome, intellectual and talented young man with the variety of skills. He was a unique person but ultimately had the most selfless heart of anybody, but that didn’t mean he was weak. No, his will was stronger than the very gravity that kept the planets in orbit. He had many enemies, he had many friends, and he was also the one [F/N] had unwillingly given her heart to, but alas, he had not noticed her priceless gift for his eyes were set on the young maiden known as Stephanie Brown.

[F/N] knew of his infatuation with Steph. After all, they had been together for quite a while before the relationship came to an end. It was clear Tim still had feelings for the blonde woman while Steph possessed no such feelings towards him. As for [F/N], our poor, sweet [F/N], she could only watch as the man she loved gaze lovingly at a woman that wasn’t her.

The rest of the family looked at her with sadness and pity for unlike the oblivious Tim, they knew of her feelings. They thought [F/N] and Tim would be a perfect match and there was no doubt in their mind that the pair were meant for each other. They had tried countless times to help young [F/N] but Tim would not budge.

[F/N] had tried to keep her emotions down. She thought that if she ignored them, then perhaps they would disappear, but she thought wrong. In fact, she had never been so wrong in her life. She should know better than to suppress love for love always found a way. The feeling only grew and grew until it was a hurricane inside her consciousness tearing everything she created, all those lessons she learned and the walls she built. Everything was shattered by this one emotion.

For that very reason, the young [F/N] found herself in front of the door of Tim’s room. She had been blessed by Fortune as she spent most winters and summers at the very manor her love lived in. Her grandfather was their faithful butler and a dear friend of the family so when she decided to live in America, of course they would welcome her with open arms. She fiddled with the hem of her exquisite dress, one which she had put on just to make her look even more impressive in Tim’s eyes.

Taking a deep breath in, she raised her hand and knocked the oak door, the sound resonating through the hallway. It may be late but knowing the man who swept her off her feet, [F/N] didn’t doubt for a bit that he would still be up, stressing himself over a riddle in a case with a cup of coffee by his side. She was proven right, because moments later the door opened, revealing a sleep-deprived vigilante with unkempt hair and dark bags under his eyes.

Even when she saw him in such an… unflattering state, [F/N]’s heart didn’t fail to speed up. A blush bloomed on her cheeks and she glanced down at her feet in embarrassment.

“[F/N]? What are you doing here so late?” he questioned her, staring at her with those perplexing azure eyes of his.

His voice made the hair on her skin stand upright. She made herself look at him in the eyes–after all, her grandfather taught her it was rude to not look at someone properly when being spoken to. She knew she had to answer, not just because his eyes told her he demanded an answer, but because her heart demanded to be spoken. It had won the war inside of her and overpowered her brain, taking control of her actions and words.

So it wasn’t her mind that spoke the words she was about to speak, but her heart, her pitifully honest heart. “I’m sorry Tim, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.” The curiosity in his eyes increased.

“I–I love you.” she uttered, and as if she was under some spell, everything was confessed. “I’ve loved you for the longest time and–and I don’t know how to stop. I’ve tried and tried and I still can’t get rid of this… this… feeling inside me,” she brought her hand up to her chest. “this feeling whenever I see you, hear your voice, see your stupid smile.” She paused for a second before continuing. “You make me… so happy, just by being here. It’s uncanny really.”

Tim was staring at her with shock etched on his face. He didn’t say anything and for a minute there was nothing but a tense silence, but then he spoke and his words broke [F/N]’s heart. “I–I’m sorry [F/N]… I don’t love you that way, I… I still have feelings for… Steph…”

[F/N] nodded in understanding but she couldn’t stop the tears from appearing in her eyes. She fought them off and fought to keep her voice steady. “I–I know… I know I would never have your heart but…” a sad smile made it’s way to her face, “no matter who you love, or how much time has passed, I’ll still be that hopeless girl, still in love with the Gotham Prince who stole her heart.”

She took a step back, and as a tear finally escaped, cascading down her cheek, she whispered, “goodbye Tim.”

Little did anyone know Miss [F/N] Pennyworth had grand plans for herself, plans that were not put into motion because of her love. Yet now that she had made her confession and had her heart brutally crushed, she couldn’t bear to face Tim anymore and she was sure he felt the same way. So she must be the one to take responsibility–after all, she brewed up this mess.

That was her state of mind as she stepped out of the airport and onto the streets of London.


Back at the manor, Tim was in distress. [F/N] was a person dear to his heart and he had no intentions of breaking hers, but apparently he did just that. It must’ve hurt her more than he thought possible because he hadn’t seen her around in weeks, but perhaps that was because he was avoiding her himself.

Her absence somewhat caused a pain in his chest. He yearned for her silly grin and contagious laugh. In fact just her very presence would be enough to halt this feeling. That was how he ended up searching for her this last few days yet she seemed to have disappeared altogether. In fact, even her room was cleaned. There were no traces of her.

He had avoided asking Alfred. After all, he did break [F/N]’s heart so he didn’t expect the old man to be very happy about that, but now he didn’t see any other solutions. When he got an answer though, he was thoroughly astonished.

“Cambridge?!” He exclaimed. “She went to Cambridge?!”

“Yes.” Alfred confirmed with a solemn nod. “She had received the offer long ago but she hesitated. It seemed you helped convince her Master Tim.”

Tim’s heart sank at those words. No matter which perspective he viewed the situation from, the conclusion was the same; she left because of him. Knowing her, she must have thought that it was for the better, it would’ve been terribly awkward for the both of them so she chose to leave so that he didn’t have to experience that.

It was almost amusing how much of a blow the fact dealt to him. They say you never know how much you love something, or someone, until they’re gone and Tim could laugh at how true that was. Wasn’t it Steph who he loved? If so, why did [F/N]’s departure give him so much pain? Why did he yearn for her with such intensity?

Could it be….


The weather chose to be kind on our maiden [F/N] and gave her sunshine, contrasting the days of cloudiness. The campus was packed with prodigies all aiming to achieve nothing but greatness, and beyond. She actually discovered a challenge here though none could compare to the obstacles she faced when competing against the Wayne family who were all exceptionally smart.

As she exited the grand corridors of the extravagant university, she came face-to-face with a familiar face, one that made her heart dance inside her chest and her skin tingle with unwanted excitement.

Tim Drake… she didn’t know whether to feel happy or upset by his unannounced appearance, but there was one thing she knew she was, and that was unprepared. The poor girl was panicking internally for she knew not how to face him. What would she say? How should she act? Should she greet him like an old friend or brush him off as merely another stranger?

“[F/N].” He called out to her, reached his hand out to her as if he wished to graze her skin. He stepped closer and as if some deity had possessed her to stand still, she allowed him to embrace her. His cologne had a lovely smell that filled her nostrils and had her dizzy. He was warm and comforting and reminded her of home.

“W–What are you doing here Tim?” [F/N] questioned in shock. “Shouldn’t you be in Gotham?”

“I… I wanted to apologize.” He admitted in a hoarse voice, looking at her with sad eyes. She noticed the dark marks under his eyes had intensified and it made her upset to think that she may be the one who caused him such turmoil.

She smiled sadly as she said, “oh Tim, there’s no need to apologize. I should’ve known better.”

Tim, however, shook his head frantically to deny her claims. “No, you don’t understand…” [F/N] arched her eyebrows in confusion and curiosity. “I…” Tim ran his hand through his raven locks to gather his thoughts, “I was wrong. I thought I loved Steph but… that was a mistake. It isn’t Steph.”

[F/N]’s heart pounded rapidly in her chest and her [E/C] eyes were as wide as saucers. “T–Then who…”

“It’s you, [F/N].” Tim smiled, as if mocking his own stupidity, “you’re the one I love. It may have taken me… ages to finally notice. It took you to leave us to make me realize, but I love you [F/N].”

[F/N] began to blink rapidly as she tried to process this new situation at hand. The news hit her like a storm and she was once more at a loss of what to do. Her mouth hung open and she searched in Tim’s eyes for any dishonestly or uncertainty, but all she saw was the opposite; determination, hope and more certainty than anyone she knew.

“I… Tim I…” She didn’t notice she was crying until Tim wiped her tears away with his fingers, his touch gentle and careful. “I don’t know what to say…”

“You don’t have to say anything. You don’t even have to love me back… I’ll understand.” The pain in his voice when he spoke those words were clear and evident. She shook her head in denial.

“No, Tim…” she grasped his hand tightly, “I meant what I said before. I’ll… I’ll always love you.”

“Even after…”

She chuckled and nodded. “Even after you broke my heart.”

The smile on Tim’s face would light up even the darkest hour. It could melt glaciers and outshine the millions of stars in the sky. In a blink of an eye, he brought [F/N] towards him and slammed his lips against hers in a feverish kiss.

And it was absolutely magical.

Mr. Best Golfer Alive

Originally posted by jiminy-krispies

Request: @rt-fan-trash  Could you do an Ethan (Crank) where the reader and him go one a mini gold date and end up angry and screaming at there shit golf skills like in the Golf With Friends game and its hella cute because Ethan is like on the ground yelling at the ball to listen to the reader. Thanks!

Word Count: 946


“I’m really glad that you came today.”

“Yeah, me too! It’s been so long since I’ve played mini golf.” Ethan had just payed the man at the front and he turned to look at Y/N and saw the excited grin on their face. A smile played on his own lips and he didn’t notice that he was staring until they arrived at the first hole and Y/N shook his arm.

“Ethan? You ok?”

A small blush crept up his cheeks. “Yeah, I’m great! I’m in my natural habitat.”

They raised their eyebrow but smiled nonetheless. “Natural habitat?”

“Yeah, I’m the best golfer alive, this is my domain!”

They didn’t say anything else, but the smile on their face turned into a sly grin as they motioned to the golf ball. “Alright then, Mr. Domain, work your magic.”

He hesitated a little before grabbing the golf club and walking towards the ball. “Don’t mind if I do!” He swung the club around a little until Y/N cleared their throat, causing heat to crawl up his neck. After stalling for almost a minute, he finally lined up the ball and swung the club back, only to completely miss the ball when he swung back.

“That was fantastic! You’ll have to teach me that move sometime!” Sarcasm was dripping from every word they spoke as they slowly clapped their hands.

“Oh please, I’m just warming up.”

After another ten tries, however, Ethan had only hit the ball once, but by the thirteenth time, he finally hit it into the hole. The whole time he was violently groaning as he tried to stay calm. He didn’t want to look like an even bigger idiot than he already did. Y/N, however, was leaning against a wall with a smug smirk on their face.

“Ok Mr., I’m the Best Golfer Alive, step aside and watch the real champ show you how it’s done.”

                                       *five minutes later*

“YOU FUCKING BITCH. GET IN THE GODDAMN HOLE!”

The golfers around them were giving them dirty looks and on guy yelled over to them, “Hey guys, it’s just a game, calm down.”

Ethan looked up from his spot on the ground, where he had been yelling at the golf ball, his face as red as Y/N’s. “HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT?”

Y/N hit the ball again and it passed right by the hole, just barely missing it. “GOD FUCKING DAMMIT. I TOLD YOU TO GO IN THE HOLE.”

“LISTEN TO Y/N, YOU BASTARD.”

They tried again and finally, it went in the hole and Y/N screamed out in surprise. They turned to Ethan and wrapped their arms around his neck.

“I FINALLY GOT IT IN!”

“Heh, that’s what she said.”

They gave him a deadpanned expression but it soon broke into a small eruption of giggles. Ethan looks at them and smiles but his smile falters, which Y/N notices.

“What’s wrong?”

He hesitated as he fiddled with his thumbs. “It’s just that, I brought you here because I wanted to impress you. I was going to show you how good I was at golfing, which I am, by the way! I don’t know what the hell happened today, but I am great! And then I was going to offer to show you how to get a hole in one, and I was going to do that cheesey thing like in the movies, you know the one?”

“Ethan,” They took a step towards him and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, “I’m having a really great time. I believe that you’re good at golf, you were probably just nervous, I know I was.”

They both grin at each other and continue to the next whole, where Y/N motion Ethan over to them. “Go ahead.”

He raised his eyebrows. “What?”

“Do the thing.” It took him a few more seconds to realize what they were talking about but when he did, he squeaked out a small, ‘oh!’ and rushed over to them. He didn’t automatically put his hands around them, instead he hovered them over their shoulders until they chuckled and pulled his arms around them.

It only takes a few seconds for him to relax and wrap his arms around them tighter and rest his chin on their shoulder. They line the ball up with the hole but before they hit it, Y/N turns their head towards him so that their faces are only a few inches apart. They can feel each other’s breath as they both lean in a little until their lips connect.

When they pull away, they’re both smiling like idiots and Ethan buries his face in their neck. They stay like that for another minute before finally hitting the ball, only for it to go nowhere close to the hole. They don’t say anything but it seems like everyone at the golf course is waiting for one of them to blow up. Still in the same position, they look at each other and nod.

“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST.”

“WHAT THE FUCK.”

“YOU HAD ONE JOB.”

“WE CAME OUT HERE TO HAVE A GOOD TIME AND I’M HONESTLY FEELING SO ATTACKED RIGHT NOW.”

“JUST GET IN THE FUCKING HOLE.”

“THAT’S WHAT SHE SAID.”

They’re both yelling so intensely that they don’t notice the employee walking over until he taps on Ethan’s shoulder and tells them that they have to leave. Supposedly they were being “obnoxious,” and “not appropriate for the children,” and evidently “you can’t cuss out the golf balls.” After flipping off the golf balls one more time, they leave the course with their arms wrapped around each other and happy grins on their faces.

Bullies

Originally posted by kissabledeanw

Pairing: Winchesters x Sister
Word count: 974
Warnings: Angst, talk of bullying
A/N: Based on this imagine. Actual things I’ve had said to me- screw bullies. <3


Dean stormed in the front door, slamming it behind him. His sight was set on you. Not only had be been called out of work, which he couldn’t afford, he had to go down to your school and have a nice chat with your principal.

Coming out of the kitchen, Sam raised an eyebrow. “What the hell, Dean?” He asked. “You’re home early…and pissed?” His jaw was clenched, and his eyes were full of anger.

“Where’s Y/N?” He asked. More like demanded, really.

“She’s in the dining room. Jewel came over to study and do their homework.” Sam motioned behind him. “I was just starting to prep dinner. Why?”

Dean licked his lips before answering. “She’s been ditching school, that’s what.” He hissed. “Apparently, she’s missed so much that they called me in. I’m one step above truancy officer.” Sam’s eyebrows went up at that. “Yeah, exactly.”

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Harry doesn’t get it. He wears his heart on his sleeve because he hasn’t any idea what the world is really like. Things don’t always happen for a reason. Sometimes life is mean and pointless and people hurt you just because they can. Sometimes you fall in love with a person or a fantasy of the person you’re going to be someday, and all it ever does for you is make you into something you hate, brittle bones and stone walls.

He’s pulled out of his thoughts by the motion out of the corner of his eye of Harry lifting up his phone. Louis gets a hand in front of his face just before he hears the fake shutter sound of the camera going off. “Missed me,” he says, peeking out from behind his fingers.

“I don’t get why you won’t let me take your picture,” Harry says, pouting a bit, and Louis just laughs.

“Well, we can’t have you finding out I’m a vampire, can we?” he says, patting Harry’s thigh consolingly. He turns back to the film, and tries not to worry about what Harry might see in his eyes if he ever managed to catch him off-guard.