i once shared a lift with him and really failed to make the most of the situation


Originally posted by jikookfantasy

Tantalizing: 01 02 03 04 05 06 07
Ship: Jungkook | Reader
Description: Back in high school, you were nothing more than a nerd Jungkook wanted to deflower, to get a good fuck from. When he sees you at the club, though, things have changed drastically, and his dominance starts to teeter on the edge.
Warning: Cumplay, Degrading Names, Angst, Intercourse, Oral, Orgasm Denial, Thigh Riding
Word Count: 5,965

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Vanilla Rules || Chapter 1


Genre: Badboy! au, College! au, romance, drama

Word count: 2.1k (sorry I know its long)

Warnings: Just a lil bit of swearing and mentions of throwing up (just in case anyone has a weak stomach. its not graphic but idk)


The hate saga between you and baddie of the town Park Jimin rests on two very simple (vanilla) rules: 1.) Hate each other for the rest of your lives and 2.)under no circumstances fall in love with each other. But what happens when one of starts falling for the other? Will passion win or will rage take the game?

A/N: if you want chapter 2 then pretty please let me know whether you like it. Honestly it takes a lot more effort to write than read so I dont want to waste my time writing this if the response isn't worth the work I put in. I hope you guys enjoy this and also thank you for taking the time to read it!❤️ I’ll put out a ch 2 teaser depending on how things go. Enjoy reading :)

Prologue || Ch 1 || Ch 2 teaser


Originally posted by h-farah01

Park Jimin was the worst man you ever had the displeasure of knowing. He was cold, rude, arrogant, indifferent to everyone around him. He never cared for anyone but himself. He trampled over people, used them for his own means and discarded them like waste. Everyone loved him, except for you which is why you sometimes wondered whether he seeked you out on purpose. It was a very sick and twisted game the both of you played, but neither of you ever wanted to stop.

“I think you two like each other in a twisted way” Taehyung your best friend would tell you, earning a scoff which was followed by a glare, every single time he uttered the words. No one ever made you feel as frustrated and angry as he did. “You’re wrong. He has it out for me for whatever reason. He doesnt like me” you would state as a matter of factly in turn earning a laugh of disbelief from Taehyung.

Not to mention Jimin was the biggest fuck boy you knew. Not only did he have zero respect for others, he didn’t even respect himself enough to set himself to a good standard because he would fuck anything that had two legs and a vagina.

You really hated him.

He never let any opportunity to mess up your life go amiss. Whether it was purposely making you late for class, or butting his nose in your romantic endeavours and driving your partners away.

“I am the only guy for you y/n” he had told you the time when he had driven away your dumb ex boyfriend by making it look like you had cheated on him. “ Love it or hate it because you are stuck with me princess” After a while you had given up on relationships because Jimin always ensured it didn’t last past one week.

“Thinking about me?” You were startled out of your thoughts as Jimin’s voice rang through your ears. He occupied the seat next to you and you had to stop yourself from retching because the pungent smell of smoke mixed with the cheap beer invaded your nostrils. “Aww was wittle baby missing me? Does precious little Jiminie need an ass kicking” your voice dripped with sarcasm.

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I decided we needed more Coffee Shop AUs

There really wasn’t anything too special about the coffee shop on Rosewood Boulevard, but Stiles always found himself coming back. It was small and a little dingy, dusty in some corners and maybe a little odd. But the coffee was good for the price and they offered free, fast wifi and Stiles couldn’t really ask for more as a broke college student. It was also the most convenient place to be when being sexiled from his dorm by his roommate (not having your own car really limited how far you could go to escape that).

Now here he was, working on yet another paper, as the due date steadily approached. But, you see, he couldn’t quite get into his usual groove. No, that just wasn’t happening. Why, you may ask? Because he felt wrong. The day was just wrong. He got there during an unexpected rush hour and his drink was too sweet and he his table had been taken by a greek god. 

Yes, today everything felt off center and Stiles really wasn’t appreciating it.

So, yeah, today wasn’t running as smoothly as Stiles had hoped but there was nothing he could do about it so he just had to suck it up. And that had been working, for a solid two hours and he was proud of himself for buckling down and getting shit done. But his brave face just about shattered into ugly tears when his screen dimmed and a small notification in the bottom right hand corner popped up to tell him he was at 10% battery life. 

This was so not what he needed right now. He needed three more shots of espresso, maybe a shot or two of whiskey and for his laptop not to die in the middle of a very important paper. Seriously, his Medieval Folklore professor was probably real tired of his bullshit and inability to not ask questions every two minutes, this paper was suppose to make up for that. 

He looks up from his spot and eyes immediately land on his usual table. He gazes at it longingly. It was a lovely little table with the perfect dent in it to hold his pen and keep it from rolling away and a window to his side that allowed him to not feel so claustrophobic and a power outlet. There’s a cough and some movement in the corner of his eye and, wow he really didn’t think this day could get much worse at this point. But of course the world found ways to surprise him.

He hadn’t remembered until just then that there was a reason he wasn’t at his usual table. That reason happened to be six feet of hot chocolate sipping hotness that was coughing into his hand and looking mildly uncomfortable. Way to go, Stiles, just looking like a freaking creeper why don’t ya?

Sighing heavily he drops his head into his hands and takes a moment to mourn his complete lack of social awareness and gathers what’s left of his shattered determination from earlier. There was only one way to solve this issue without having to write another two pages on the witchcraft practices of the 12th century with a live porno soundtrack. 

He gathers his laptop, bag and half finished latte and makes the trek over to his usual table.

“Hi.” Stiles wants to slap himself, but his hands are full of caffeine and his computer so that’s a no go.

“Uh, hi,” the man replies. God, he’s even prettier up close with eyes that must have made eye color hard to define at the DMV for his driver’s license and cheekbones that could win awards.

“So, I am super sorry for totally freaking you out by staring, I promise I wasn’t creeping on you or anything. It’s just this is my usual spot on Thursdays but today was an emergency because I was sexiled by my roommate and I have a four age paper due tonight and it’s only half done but my laptop is at ten percent and you are sitting in front of the only outlet and it would be really cool if I could just like sit on the floor right here and plug in so I can finish this and not fail my class and like not graduate and therefore fail college and ruin my life.” Stiles takes a deep breath and waits, realizing too late that that was likely considered “over-sharing” and if Adonis wasn’t freaked out already he was probably sufficiently scared now.

“You could just sit across from me?” Stiles refuses to call it blanching, but he will admit to his eyes going a little wide. The man looks down at his cup a little shyly before continuing, “I would just give you the seat but it’s right under the heater and I’m freezing right now.”

“Uh, yeah, of course, dude. No problemo, could you plug me in though?” It takes them a few minutes but they eventually get situated in a way that works with Stiles needing stuff on the table and not taking up all the table space while the man adjusts so that their knees don’t knock under the table. Although Stiles doesn’t particularly mind that. 

“Thanks, man. You’re a real life saver,” Stiles smiles once their settled.



“My name. It’s Derek.” Stiles smiles brightly.

“My name is Stiles,” He laughs as Derek’s nose scrunches adorably in confusion before explaining, “A nickname. My legal name is a Polish monstrosity on English tongues, so I try to avoid it.” Derek nods and that’s where it begins - companionable silence and gentle tapping on a keyboard while the warm air from the heater cloaks over them.

Stiles isn’t sure how long it’s been when Derek seems to magically come back to their table out of no where. He hadn’t even noticed he left. He looks up at Derek in confusion when he sets down a new cup.

“You picked up your empty cup about three times to take a sip, thought you could use another,” he shrugs sheepishly. Warm creeps up Stiles’ neck making his thanks stutter slightly as he hides his smiles behind his new latte. It isn’t too much (well, as far as Stiles can tell) before Derek is rewrapping a scarf and getting up.

“Where are you going?” Stiles pouts, watching as Derek readjusts his coat.

“Oh, uh, my ride is here, I need to go.” Derek points a thumb over his shoulder to where the exit is. Stiles frowns some more before realizing this is probably a little crazy but he might never run in to Derek again.

“Can I have your number?” Stiles tugs Derek’s sleeve as he turns to leave, almost desperate to draw him back. He feels like he’s wasted time. Sure, he wrote nearly all of his paper with the exception of his conclusion, but he’s barely said a word to his table partner. His heart pounds but something warm blooms in his chest when Derek cheeks go pink. 

“I think I already covered that for you,” the man tells him quietly, gesturing to Stiles’ cup. He looks and sure enough there is a neat little row of ten digits.

“I could have accidentally thrown it away!” Stiles says in equal amounts horror and bashfulness, obviously not sure if he should be elated that he has Derek’s number or terrified that he could has possibly, literally thrown away his chance to talk to him. 

“Well, I really hope you don’t.”

“Me, too. I would really like a better shot at this whole coffee date thing.”

“A date?”

“Yeah, a date.” 

“Cool. So, text me?” Stiles smiles with a nod, watching his eyes crinkle in the corners as his own lips lift. That’s just seconds before Derek seems to swoop in and give him the sweetest, most chaste peck on the cheek and walk away with cheeks so red they could be harboring tomatoes.

It takes Stiles significantly longer to write his conclusion than normal when he can’t help the way his mind wander to warm lips and hot chocolate drinking sweethearts.

Thank you to 900 (now 938 ‘cause this is soooo late) followers!!! You lovelies make me so happy and I’m so happy you’re here. I hope you enjoy what you find as we fantasize over these two assholes in love :)

Mrs Kirk {Part 5}

Fandom: Star Trek

Pairing: Jim Kirk x Reader  (She/Her identifying)

Warning: Angst, hurt

Writer: @imaginesofeveryfandom aka @thequeenofthehobbits

Summary/request: You and Jim get married. Accidentally. On a new federation planet. Without knowing about it. Turns out its legally binding. Fuck.

Part 1 X, Part 2 X, Part 3 X, Part 4 X, Part 6 X

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Coincidence - Calum Hood Smut

Pairing: Calum and Y/N

Word Count: 6.3k+

Rating: Smutty smut

Requested: nope

Thought of this while I was driving in the snow, someone give me Calum now.

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Fragrance III : Fougère

Originally posted by jypnior

Title : Fragrances

Genre : Fluff, Angst, Romance

Pairing : Jaebum x Reader

Summary : You are a perfume composer, he is a lyricist, and while you’re left with too many possibilities, he is out of inspiration. Your only bond is an unknown fragrance.

- Teaser - Vetiver - Chypre

Fragrance III : Fougère

Another French word, this one means “fern”. It features oak moss, coumarin, and lavender notes, and is based on an herbaceous accord.

You stop your movements and stare at your assistant who is still frozen. Jaebum stops rubbing his hair to look at him with the same bewildered eyes.

“Do I know you?” Jaebum seems puzzled, but mostly annoyed to be pointed at by a guy he barely knows.

“No, but I know you!” Bambam cannot believe it. He looks at you and smirks. “I didn’t know- I mean- You’re dating Defsoul!” he claps his hands and covers his mouth, feeling like a privileged man.

“We’re not dating. He is…he is…” A cousin? A friend? A guy you don’t know? Someone who wanted to jump off a roof but you took him in because you can’t have enough of his smell?

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Toxic [V]

Summary: “We all know him to be a proud, unpleasant sort of man; but this would be nothing if you really liked him.” -Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice. His dark demeanor is nothing more than a mystery to you. His dark past explains the reasoning of his desired passion to completely destroy every inch of your innocence.

Warning: Angst [M] 

Word Count: 5.6k

Toxic Masterlist

Originally posted by fy-sexo-exo

Winter had finally taken over that weekend in the small college town you had lived in. The first snowfall made it almost impossible to get anywhere since no one was really expecting it to come so soon with it being the beginning of November but it was nice. You liked how it coated the ground, making everything seem pure and beautiful. That’s how the first snowfall always was though, something of a dream. You spent most of your break watching from the cafe window, admiring, but relieved you weren’t caught in the storm. You had gotten caught up on all of your classes, having written your papers that were due the following week and even finished up your book. Even though you weren’t falling behind in your classes, doing schoolwork was a distraction and for some reason, you found yourself needing to be distracted from just about every thought you had.

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Roommates, part 2

Words: 1120

Summary: Logan and Patton are gone for the weekend, and Roman doesn’t understand algebra. One-sided Prinxiety. Pining. This is part 2 of And They Were Roommates.

Warnings: Platonic sharing of a bed, major misinterpretation of an event, minor mentions of fighting, I think that’s it but lmk.

Tags: @yep-another-fander, @softlogic, @virgilsanders, @tssanderssidestrash, @diplomatic-arsonist, @saltequeen, @fallingineternity, @satisfied-sanders-sides, @vixenneko, @the-strange-universe-of-cake, @fangirlfiles1, @winds-and-stardust, @the-laarmy, @pfftwhatnoimhuman, @gaysaxaphone, @mira-jadeamethyst, @frustratedwaffle, @romananalogicality, @the-prince-and-the-emo, @pippa-frost

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Pairing: Yatori

Words: 1,713

Summary: In a return trip to the Ski Resort from Ova 3 (The Yatogami Serial Murder Incident), Yato and Hiyori find themselves sharing a freezing room in the middle of a snowstorm.

I blame @paperypiper for wanting to know my fic prompts and putting me in the mood for writing gross fluff at 2AM.

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The Zervising (or, I talk for almost 1800 words about another ship I don’t like)

Now that the curtain’s fallen on Zervis, I think we can finally look back on what an utter shitshow that all was.

Obviously, if you’re completely totally pro-Zervis and/or satisfied with the way that Zervis endgamed, this probably isn’t the essay for you. Also, this is more me analysing the ship as it comes rather than me bulletpointing all the issues with it, so it won’t be in quite the same vein as my anti-Gruvia pieces.

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#9: Meeting siblings:


A/n: OK, this is quite short and it might be my lest favorite update. honestly I feel like this one is shit, and it’s just a filler and yeah sorry about that. but I promise the next part will be hella long and the good parts are about to come I hope, and well get some good badboy action so… hang in there? I’m sorry


Creaking the door open, (y/n) warily stepped into the Hemmings household, her eyes carefully inspecting her surroundings. Sure, she had been inside the house more times than she could count, but never had she entered without permission. Technically, she was granted permission, Luke’s text from earlier asking her to come in. Their plans to get some studying done for the finals were made a few days ago, agreeing on meeting in the library. However, Luke had other thoughts in mind, asking her to come by his house as he was nearly ready and suggested to give her a ride.

Her eyes were taking in her entourage, recalling every memory she had lived inside his house. The walls were witnesses of every baby step she took, telling stories of two little toddlers running around in loud giggles, bearing memories she held close to her heart.

Her head turned abruptly at the sound of footsteps, and she quickly grabbed her bag as she noticed the familiar blond locks. However, her mouth hung open upon realizing that the person she was faced with was not Luke. Although the resemblance was far too outstanding to go unnoticed, the man’s features strikingly familiar. His eyes were just as puzzled as hers, raising a questioning hand as his eyes narrowly stared at her. His mouth opened and closed a few times, until he finally managed to croak out a few words, “What- You came in- Do we know you?”

“Luke- Luke asked me, I –um- I’m just waiting for him.” She stumbled at her words, heat filling her up due to her embarrassment. She should’ve just waited outside! But as she was expecting reprimanding words to come out of the blond’s mouth, she was confused by the smirk he wore on his face as he eyes her.

“So you’re the girl, huh,” He mumbled –mainly to himself. (y/n) creased her eyebrows together at his words, tilting her head in a question manner; “w-what?” She whispered, what girl? “Oh come on, we all knew a girl was involved,” The man shrugged, taking a hand out of his pocket as he offered it to shake, “I’m Jack by the way.”

Relief flooded her at his words, the uneasiness leaving her body as she remembered him. Although she was fairly familiar with Ben –the eldest Hemmings- her encounters with Jack were few. Jack on the other hand was eyeing her with amusement, knowing instantly that he’d be teasing Luke about it for as long as he could. Little behavior changes never went unnoticed by him, especially not when it came to his younger brother. He had indeed been suspecting that someone was responsible, most probably a girl that had him whipped. Still, he never expected to see her in flesh, knowing Luke’s private nature.

“Ready to go?” Luke’s voice echoed through the empty house, his feet hopping down the stairs in a hurry as he slid his hands through his jacket. At his cue, (y/n) threw her bag over her shoulder, giving Jak one last smile as she turned around. “You know, mum’s gonna want to meet you.” He chuckled at her, stopping her midway. He was very much entertained by the whole scenery, more than eager to tease his baby brother –and embarrass him most likely.

“I- I already met her,” (y/n) spoke up, waiting for Luke to gather his stuff as the awkwardness becoming a little too much for her to handle. But in all honesty, Jack’s reaction was quite priceless. His eyes brows knitted in confusion, a sigh leaving his mouth; “How come I’m always out of the loop! How did you meet her?” He whined, feeling like he was left out of the story whilst he wanted to know every detail.

“She’s our neighbor you dumbass,” Luke spoke from behind you, his hand reaching out to the small of your back to guide you outside, his own backpack held in his other hand. “Wait!” His brother’s voice stopped them, the two looking back at him. “You can’t be (y/n). Little bug (y/n)?” Jack’s smile grew wider as he watched her hide her face in her hands, chuckling because she hadn’t been called that ever since she turned six. “How’s Josh doing? I haven’t seen him in a while.” He and Josh was inseparable as kids, much like their younger siblings. “He’s alright, he’s coming home soon,” (y/n) answered, finally feeling like the tension was fully lifted. Luke’s eyes gazed at her, a small smile on his lips as he did so. Something about the way she already seemed like a part of his family made his heart swell, the interaction between her and his brother meaning much more to him than he could explain.

After bidding Jack goodbye, Luke’s hand guided (y/n) out, the cold air hitting them as soon as they left the house. “You look a lot like him,” (y/n) spoke up once they were seated inside his car, her eyes staring at him, gauging his reaction. Luke’s gaze didn’t shift from the road, but a smile made its way to his lips as he spoke, “He’s someone I really admire, so it means quite a lot to hear that.” (y/n)’s hand found his free one, lacing them together as her words failed to express the feeling welling up inside of her.


Her phone buzzed for the third time, making her answer it abruplty, a scowl visible on her face, “What?” she barked, rolling her eyes at the voice on the other end. “I miss you too baby” Calum’s voice sang on the other side, and as much as she hated it, she couldn’t fight back the smile on her face. She could literally feel him grin as he spoke the words. “Calum, I swear I’m two seconds away from killing you,” She teased, jumping off of her bed, phone still in hand. “But I want to see my baby girl,” His whines earned nothing more than an eyeroll from her, chuckling albeit at his childlike behavior. “It’s a girl’s night baby, which means no boyfriend calls.”

(y/n) glanced back at the two girls lying on her bed, their teasing smiles making her turn around instantly. The phone call didn’t last long, as she was quick to dismiss her pouty boyfriend, bidding him a goodnight mischievously before she hung up. Turning back, she hopped on the bed, giving a warning look to her friends, already expecting the teasing. “Who is that?” the question was fired just as anticipated, a giggly laugh escaping her lips, her hands covering her face. “My boyfriend,” She ushered out, heat rising to her cheeks at the mere thought.

Shocked glances were exchanged between the two girls, huffing at how they weren’t informed earlier. That was the main reason she had wanted a girl’s night, planning a sleepover with her friends. Surely, her friends at school were obviously informed of her relationship status, the news of her and Calum known to the whole school. But the two girls she had over didn’t go to school with her –much to her dismay. They were a few years older than her, the roots of their friendship running back to the summer camps she used to go to as a child.

“Spill! Who is he? What is he like?” The questions were thrown in a hurry, the room quickly filling with excited laughs. (y/n) lied down on her pillows, a sheepish look on her face as she stared at the eager girls. Well, she wasn’t about to hide anything from them, really.

“What is Calum like?” She mumbled to her self, her expression turning into one of awe and tenderness at the thought of the boy who invaded her every thought. “He’s turning me into a mess. Most of the time he’s a cheeky bastard that knows how to tick me off; at other times he’s so unpredictable. But then,” (y/n) Stopped, taking in a deep breath as her chest felt heavier with the emotions she held for him, “But then, he has these moments where he makes me feel like it’s just me and him. The way he looks at me and talks to me just takes my breath away. And right now, my chest feels like it’s on fire just by talking about him.” (y/n) bit down on her lip, her fingers fiddling together, the pillow case suddenly feeling too cold for her burning face.

The rest of the night carried on, the girls urging her to spill every detail, teasing her every now and then about her blushing cheeks. And as she got lost in telling the various stories she shared with him, she couldn’t stop her heart from yearning to see him.

Although, she hadn’t expected to find him at her doorstep first thing in the morning, a wide smile on his face as he greeted her. She was walking her friends out, complaining about how early they had to leave when she was faced with him, his hands tucked behind his back as he smiled sheepishly at her.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, walking closer to him and pulling him into a hug, mindful of her friends behind her who wouldn’t let her live if they were to witness excessive PDA. “Well, it’s the morning, so technically your girl’s night is over,” Calum cheekily replied, his hands pulling her closer as he spoke. Her eyes widened as she took in his full appearance, her hand reaching out to touch his trimmed hair, “You shaved your head?” She scolded, yet as soon as he hand touched the short strands of hair she found herself smiling. “I miss your curls, but I like this.” She chuckled, playfully patting his head, his face breaking into a huge grin that displayed his sublime dimples.

A cough broke the two from their bubble, their heads spinning back. “Mali? What are you doing here?” Calum asked, making (y/n) send him a questioning look. “Nice catch you got there, brother.” The blond girl spoke, a million-dollar smile on her face. Realization flooded (y/n) quickly, her eyes widening at the situation. Stuttering and ‘excuse me’, her feet ran before she could register what was going on, her hands covering her face in shame. Oh my god! Of course she’ll tell him, oh my god! Her thoughts ran wild, but were cut short as a pair of arms wrapped around her, pulling her into a warm embrace.

“What’s wrong babe?” Calum chuckled in her ear, his cheeks pressing against hers as he snuggled closer to her. “Did you like say something embarrassing about me?” his phrase made (y/n) turn abruptly in his arms, her eyes scolding him. If only he knew. “Don’t you dare ask her about anything!” she scowled as she pointed her finger at him, and he couldn’t help but comply, her pleading eyes affecting him more than he liked to admit.

“Alright,” He agreed, “But maybe someday, you can tell me,” His words were hushed, meant only for her ears to hear. His thumb was soothingly rubbing her cheek, his arm wrapped around her waist. Maybe I’ll be able to tell you just how much you affect me, he wanted to add but bit his lip. Surely, Mali-koa would have his ass for the upcoming years, teasing him about how whipped he was and how much of a lost puppy he became when it involved her. if he had to endure that then so be it, because at the end of the day he knew it was all true; he knew that your fingers played with the strings of his heart without even realizing it.

A/n: ok yall only after writing his part did I realize that NO it’s fucking unrealistic to be friends with someone for so long and not know their second name hence hood and make the connection, so sorry about it pretend it works alright bebs, lol I’m a mess sorry


“Did you ever like, play some fancy instruments as a child?” (y/n) asked Michael who was walking right beside her, her eyes amusingly watching him. “You know, like in the movies.” She added. Surely, she had always believed rich families always learned how to play instruments, movies being her only insider.

Michael sighed, his arm wrapping around her shoulders to bring her closer. “They taught me piano,” He mumbled, “They tried to get me to learn violin as well but I sucked balls at it. So I ended up learning guitar because I liked it most, though they’re not very fond of it.”

“But you’ll play for me someday, yeah?” She mused after a long silence, moving her head from his shoulder to look up at him. Michael was ready to fire a ‘no’, the request far from his comfort zone or preference. But as soon as his eyes landed on her, her eyebrows raised in question, he found himself giving her a little nod. “Someday” He murmured.

Coming to a stop, the two stood in front of the elementary school, her eyes scanning the scenery for the small four year old. Since her parents were out of town due to some family business, she was left responsible for her younger brother. Michael, having heard about that, insisted on tagging along –if she didn’t mind of course. Which left the two walking towards the elementary school her brother studied at.

“(y/n)!” A high-pitch scream attracted their attraction, a little boy running towards her and wrapping his arms around her legs as best as he could. “Hey there little man,” Michael joined in, crouching in front of the toddler, an inviting smile on his face. Noah turned around to face him, the shy smile on his face reminding Michael of (y/n). The little kid seemed dazed for a second by the punk boy squatting in front of him, the burning red color of his hair capturing his full attention. Finally, Noah managed to look away, glancing at his big sister who sent him a reassuring nod, before he introduced himself to Michael, “Hi, my name is Noah. I like your hair.” He exclaimed happily. Ruffling his hair, Michael offered a genuine smile to the younger boy, “Why thank you Noah, I’m Michael.” And with that, you ushered the two boys to get going so you could reach the house in time.

Stopping at the front door, (y/n) fiddled with the key in her hand before she opened it, allowing the three of them to get inside. But as Noah went flying to his bedroom, mumbling about grabbing toys for him and his new friend to play with, Michael and (y/n) were left alone at the entrance. She found herself fiddling with the hem of her school uniform that she was still wearing, eyes the tall boy cautiously. She had been inside his house, and she knew it was nothing like hers, thus feeling somewhat insecure as his eyes roamed the small space. “It’s not much, but it’s just the four of us.” She found herself mumbling.

“It’s a home. I like it.” Michael spoke softly, his words laced with sadness. He couldn’t look away from the decorated wall, displaying multiple family pictures. But unlike the frigid portrait that hung in his own house, the pictures were full of laughter and joy. (y/n) felt guilty as she finally realized that whilst she was insecure about her modest home, Michael didn’t have an actual one.

“I got my cars and trucks! Do you want to play?” The tension was cut by Noah’s words, the little boy running with his collection of toys in his hands. He insisted on playing with Michael, the two boys sitting in the living room and making loud car noises.

Meanwhile, (y/n) was busy making a snack for her brother and ordering pizza for her and Michael. Once the delivery boy came, the hot pizza was quickly devoured as they all sat on the couch, watching Big Hero 6 at Noah’s request. And as he got sleepy, (y/n) offered to take him up to his room, but the toddler declined her offer and went to cuddle Michael instead. Her heart fluttered at the action, admiration clouding her thoughts at the sight in front of her.

“You know, he’s normally very shy. He doesn’t open up quickly just to anybody.” (y/n) whispered so as not to wake up the sleeping boy, sending a smile to Michael as she said so. “Well then,” Michael began, his words getting caught in his throat as he glanced at Noah, “Maybe he knows I mean well” He muttered, the fair skin of his cheeks flaming at his words.

Seeing as it was getting late, (y/n) offered to take her brother up to his room so she and Michael could watch another movie without disturbing his sleep. But as soon as she left to put Noah in his bed, Michael found his mind drifting to her. He wondered how he could have missed out on her all of those years, how he could miss someone as amazing at her.


(y/n) walked out of the school with a scowl on her face, re-reading the text she had received a few minutes ago. Ashton was held back in detention along with his friend Calum, the reason behind it kept hidden from her. She sighed as she made her way towards her car, stopping only as she noticed someone else standing not far from her. Actually, he was standing right next to Ashton’s car. Puzzled, (y/n) walked closer to him, pondering whether she wanted to adress him or not. But at the sight of his Golden locks, she found herself approaching the boy.

“Hey,” She said, earning his attention, “are you waiting for someone?” she asked. The boy turned to face her, his eyes warily looking at her. He looked around 7 or 8 years old, his backpack tugged over his shoulders, his figure tense as he carefully eyes his surrounding. He nodded at her words, “For my brother, he’s supposed to drive us home.”

(y/n) offered a warm smile, understanding the situation at hand. “Is Ashton your brother?” and again her words were answered by a nod, “He’s held back in detention. Did you come here by yourself?” She asked, looking for any company he might have had. “Yes, my school isn’t that far.”

She kept silent for a little while, wondering how she could help him as Ashton wasn’t leaving until a couple of hours. “Say, How about I drive you home? Do you know the road?” She offered, before adding “I’m a friend of your brother, I’ll send him a text.” which soothed the boy, as he finally agreed to ride with her.

Once they had reached the Irwin’s home, the younger boy led her in, explaining how his sister was already home. But (y/n) felt uneasy about leaving the two alone at the house, at least until their big brother came, so she offered to stay with them. The two agreed instantly to her request, especially after her offer to make Mac’n’cheese.

Ashton almost broke the door handle as he stepped him, his heart pounding in his chest as his frantic eyes roamed the house. Fuck! He didn’t think he’d get held back at detention that day, resulting into him feeling like he was on fire for the past hours as he begged the teacher to let him go. With his mother out of town, he was held responsible for his younger siblings, and she insistently instructed that he would have to pick up Harry with him since the walk from school was really far.

But as his mind was busy worrying about his brother, he did not anticipate to find (y/n) on his couch, a ball of popcorn on her lap as she watched a movie along with his brother and sister. His loud entrance had caught the attention of the three, (y/n) carefully getting up and walking towards him. “How did you-?” Ashton mumbled, feeling puzzled yet thankful. (y/n) simply took her hand in his, guiding him outside so they could talk freely.

Standing on the porch, (y/n) took her time to explain how she had found Harry by their school, and went on from there until she reached where they were. Ashton only nodded at her words, a smile playing on his lips as he listened to her story. Truthfully, he had stopped listening once he figured that Harry must’ve walked to his school when he was too late to pick him up, focusing after that on her rather than her speech. “You’re not listening, are you?” (y/n) finally caught up on his act, smiling nonetheless at the golden boy. His smile was precious, the little dimples engraved on his cheeks showing as grinned at her. “Not really,” He whispered, his face leaning closer and closer towards her. His heart was hammering in his chest, but the feeling bubbling inside his stomach was urging him to keep going. Keep going until his lips finally touched her and their eyes shut closed at the feeling.

Smiling against his chapped lips, (y/n) pulled away slightly, her eyes still halfway closed as butterflies bees erupted in her belly. Ashton had already taken her breath away, along with every trace of sanity she had, but that one kiss was enough to send her over the moon and make her head dizzy.

“We should go inside, the kids are alone.” She mumbled, Ashton pulling her into another giggly kiss as his large hand moved to rest on the side of her neck. His smile was the epitome of sunshine and rainbows, and he couldn’t possibly stop himself from grinning. He had finally done the one thing he wanted to do ever since that first encounter at the hallway.

“Come one, I made Mack’n’cheese.” She bantered, getting up on her feet and pulling him by the hands. “Oh you did?” He excitedly asked, instantly standing up at her words. “And you’ll find it’s the best you’ll ever ever have!” She added, a victorious smile on her lips and boy he just wanted to feel them again, but she was already getting inside to heat a bowl for him.

Science Fair (Liz Toomes)

A/N: This is just a super cutesy fanfic about Liz Toomes (yes, it’s Toomes in the SP:H movie…I googled it and google is never wrong)!! I’m actually really pleased with how this turned out, and I hope you will be too! I tried to keep this gender neutral, but please let me know if I messed up anywhere. Anyhow, please enjoy!!

requested by @spideyfloof

If you were being completely honest, science was not your best subject. In fact, it was probably your worst. Which is why you were stuck participating in the science fair as a last-ditch effort to receive extra credit.

Your chemistry teacher, Mr. Sanchez, had requested that you come to his room during lunch to discuss what the guidelines were. You walked through the halls to his class with your lunch tray balanced precariously on a stack of textbooks in one hand, your phone gripped tightly in the other. With one thumb flying over the keyboard, you hastily texted your friend, explaining why you weren’t in the cafeteria.

When you got to Mr. Sanchez’s door, you jammed your phone into your pocket and knocked hesitantly on the glass window. “Come in!” Mr. Sanchez’s muffled voice called out.

You quietly slipped inside, careful not to drop your lunch. After nudging the door closed again with the toe of your shoe, you looked up and froze. Mr. Sanchez was rapidly writing on the whiteboard at the front of the room, the Expo marker squeaking as he copied down complicated equations. Behind him stood Liz Toomes, her arms crossed and eyebrows pinched as she processed the math.

Mr. Sanchez grinned when he saw you, capping the marker and turning away from the board. “Y/N!” He greeted. “It’s so nice to see you!”

You glanced at Liz, feeling your chest clench when you found her already looking at you. Her gaze quickly darted away, and you could feel your cheeks warming as your pulse quickened.

Gesturing toward Liz, Mr. Sanchez said, “Y/N, this is Elizabeth Toomes. She actually just moved here from New York…”

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Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader
Rating: General Audiences
Genre: fluff, slight humour. 
Word count: 6,459

Summary: Your best friend Taehyung comes crashing into your life one day and boy is he cute. 

A/N: Alright so here’s my attempt at a fluffy scenario! Nobody asked for this, and I wrote it at 4 am, but I hope you guys enjoy nonetheless!

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T-minus ten minutes and counting. Your day was soon coming to a close, and you were more than excited to get out of the office and finally kick off your weekend.

You impatiently tapped your pen against your notepad, eyes glued to the clock while you counted down the seconds. Why did the last few minutes always seem to drag by? You let out a soft sigh, forcing yourself to tear your eyes away in hopes that time would speed up without the added pressure.

“Oh my god!” You press your palm to the left side of your chest where your heart was racing from being startled. Your supervisor stood at the side of your desk with a bored expression, and a fat stack of folders in her hands.

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That Time Race was Drunk

Spot and Race go out with Davey and Jack for Jack’s birthday and Race gets a little too drunk

Inspired by this video.

Spot and Race never go drinking. They drink. Boy, do they drink. They just never go drinking.

Race doesn’t hate the idea but Spot really doesn’t enjoy clubs or bars. They scare him because the loud, drunk people remind him of his father. Not that he would ever admit that. Not only that but he certainly doesn’t enjoy how reckless Race can get.

It was that time of year again and Jack’s birthday was just around the corner. Spot knew it was coming, especially when Jack set up a Facebook group chat with himself, Spot, Race and Davey. Either this was some surprise for Crutchie or, more likely, Jack wanted people to go drinking with him at the weekend.

Although Spot completely understood why Crutchie never felt safe in clubs, with his deteriorating leg, it didn’t stop him from wondering why Jack couldn’t just find one of the other newsies to go with him. They hadn’t even met, let alone been ‘friends,’ until the boy had walked in on Spot and Race in a somewhat compromising position. He had to admit though, if Race was going to go, Spot preferred to be going.

Jack had tried going drinking with just Race once and it had ended in table tennis and tears.

Jack Kelly: so about friday night …

Spot Conlon: I swear to god, Jack

Jack Kelly: you don’t even know what i was going to say!

David Jacobs: Come on, Jack, even you can see the pattern here.

Jack changed David’s nickname to ‘snake’

snake: Rude.

Race Track: im down

Spot Conlon: I swear to god, Tonio

Race changed Spot’s nickname to ‘killjoy’

Jack Kelly: race gets it

Jack changed Race’s nickname to ‘jace 4eva’

killjoy: You two sicken me

Jack Kelly: so we on?

killjoy: Oh my god, fine, someone tell Race to stop sitting on me

killjoy: I’ve accepted!

Jack Kelly: you can stop now race

Jack changed Spot’s nickname to ‘king of brooklyn’

jace 4eva: kk :)

king of brooklyn: Okay, no

Spot changed Race’s nickname to 'Spot’s’

Jack Kelly: you two sicken me

Spot changed Jack’s nickname to 'Cockblocker’

Cockblocker: too many times

Cockblocker: you two seriously need to be more careful

Cockblocker: or just stop doing it in public

Cockblocker: i mean

king of brooklyn: Oh my god, Kelly, stop

Spot changed Jack’s nickname to 'Fucking the crip’

Fucking the crip: don’t you know it ;)

snake: Guys, stop, what the hell?

Fucking the crip: strong language there dave

David changed Jack’s nickname to 'Santa Fe’

Santa Fe: it was one time!

snake: You never live down random Rent outbreaks.

Spot’s: so, friday?

king of brooklyn: Oh my god, fine

Santa Fe: yes!

Santa Fe: just remember dave no random hook-ups

snake: What even?

king of brooklyn: I don’t get you, Kelly

king of brooklyn has left the conversation

Spot’s: c u guys friday!

Spot’s has left the conversation

snake: Bye, Jack

snake has left the conversation

Santa Fe: Teasing the resident asexual is fun

Santa Fe has left the conversation

Spot had known that the night was going to be stressful from the first moment that he’d let Race run to the bar and get his own drink. He’d been perfectly happy to accept what Spot offered him for a little but, eventually, Race had started to want something a little stronger. Spot knew why Race drank so much all of the time but that didn’t mean that he liked it.

Parents never having been at all accepting, Race had learned to hate himself when he was fourteen, just a few weeks after he’d started to have feelings for his best friend. Spot knew that Race hated to admit it, and he hated to think about it, but Race had had a time before Spot.

Spot knew that Race always tried to block it out because it was painful to think about; that was fair enough, it was just the ways that Race liked to go about doing it. He enjoyed getting so drunk that he couldn’t walk and made sure that he had a hangover for days. Most people wouldn’t want a hangover but at least when Race was throwing up into the toilet or grumbling into Spot’s shoulder, he wasn’t able to stop and think about he boy he’d let control him for years.

It had taken an intervention from Spot, four months after having met Race crying in the toilet of a dark and dingy bar, to finally make the Italian boy see sense.

Eventually, Spot decided that enough was enough and that Crutchie would be waiting up for them at the apartment that he shared with Jack. He tapped a somewhat sober Davey on the shoulder and gestured for him to collect a drunk Jack from the mob of girls that were sat around watching him draw them on a napkin.

Sighing, Spot turned to find Race, scanning the crowd before eventually allowing them to settle on Race dancing solo in the middle of the floor. He couldn’t help but smile; Race was a terrible dancer.

Although the moment was sweet, Spot couldn’t believe he’d turned into the kind of guy who’d marvel at his boyfriend dancing terribly without him, it had to be cut short as soon as Spot’s vision honed in on the guys eyeing Race. He grumbled to himself as he stalked across the dance floor, taking Race’s hand and pulling him tightly in to his body just once to put his back between the guys watching and his boyfriend.

Spot managed to eventually coax Race away from the dance floor and helped him stumble out of the loud gay bar to find Davey and Jack giggling on the wall outside. Unable to hide his irritation as he saw that Davey was less sober than he’d thought, Spot sighed and slung Race’s limp arm over his shoulder to help him hobble along.

The two dark-haired boys stood from the wall, patting Spot on the shoulder once before beginning the long walk back to Jack and Crutchie’s apartment, leaving Spot to carry Race alone.

Propping Race upright proved to be more difficult than anticipated as each step sent the pair lurching in another direction. Jack and Davey weren’t much help as they were walking a few feet ahead, whispering about things. Probably when Jack was going to confront Crutchie about his leg.

“Scottyyyyyyyy,” Race was slurring his words as he paused, stopping his feet and allowing Spot to almost overbalance them as he didn’t realise and tried to keep walking, “Can we get pizza?”

As Spot tried not to get angry at Race for allowing himself to get this far gone, he blew air out through his mouth before pulling Race into his side once more and trying to get him to step forwards, “No, Tonio, we’re going home to see Crutchie now. I’ll get you pizza tomorrow if you’re feeling up to it.”

Spot had a feeling that he wouldn’t be.

Spot couldn’t help but grumble as Race pulled away from him once more, eventually managing to stumble away and drop into the nearest doorway, “But I want pizza now.” He stretched his legs out until they sat straight in front of him and flipped his SnapBack around until it sat crooked and backwards on his sandy curls.

The best Spot could think to do was to keep talking as if his rational brain might come back for a second. He refused to attempt to lift Race with physical force. After growing up with his family, he’d promised himself that he’d never lay an aggressive hand on his partner and this was coming just a little too close to the forceful side for his liking. Not only that but he knew it would probably make Race panic and think about his time before Spot and his father, making the situation infinitely worse.

“Tonio, please.” He stood a couple of metres away, looking down at his boyfriend as he leaned back against the door and blinked his blue eyes back at him, “Antonio, get up. No- what are you doing?”

As Spot watched, Race had started singing. He stared Spot dead in the eye with his head lying against the wooden door behind him, singing 'Seventeen,’ from the Heathers musical that he was obsessed with, “Can’t we be seventeen?”

“Antonio, we’re twenty-one, what the fuck are you doing?” He had to admit, Race had a really pretty singing voice. Spot knew that the boy could sing, hell, he never got away from it, but for some reason, in that moment, this shocked him. He could barely move as Race stared him down.

When Race raised his arms and made hands that seemed to ask Spot to help him up, the darker-haired boy tried to haul the boy to his feet. Race, however, had other plans. He tugged on Spot’s arm until the boy had fallen down beside him, snuggling in as quickly as possible.

As it got to JD’s part, Spot sighed deeply when Race nudged him and begrudgingly joined in. Spot’s singing voice was certainly more reserved, Race was just belting the chorus whilst Spot was trying to keep his voice down for whoever’s doorstep they were sat on.

Jack and Davey had doubled back and dropped down next to the boys when it became obvious that Race wasn’t just going to stand up and move off until he was ready. They were giggling, trying to sing a Capella and failing miserably, bursting into laughter every time.

“What the fuck is happening here?” Although Spot still questioned what was going on in every break of lyrics, he grumpily sang the rest of the song with his boyfriend, kind of hating himself for knowing all of the words and kind of hating himself every time someone walked passed them on the street. Race did not have a care in the world but Spot was tragically inhibited.

As Race’s little song finished, Spot was failing at hiding the smile from his face as his boyfriend had near enough fallen asleep in his arms in the doorway, still hitting the high note perfectly. He wouldn’t normally be so affectionate in public but Spot wasn’t able to stop himself from pressing a soft kiss to Race’s forehead.

There was silence for a moment until Spot glanced up to see Jack and Davey staring at him, “You’re fucking good, man.”

The expletive shocked him, not that expletives normally shocked him, especially not from Jack but, he just hadn’t really expected anything like that, “Excuse me?” He knew they were still staring at him but Race had stirred slightly and Race was far more important so he turned his attention to the golden boy in his arms with the smallest of smiles. Spot would always deny it but when Race didn’t know he was watching, he could have the goofiest grin plastered across his face.

“We thought Race and Crutchie were fucking good but you’re also fucking good.” Once again, it was Jack doing the swearing as Spot vaguely ignored him. He didn’t really care, especially now that he knew what he was talking about.

Race and Crutchie both loved musical theatre, they couldn’t get enough of it, and were both ridiculously talented in the vocal department. One of Spot’s favourite things to do was listen at the door when Race was in the shower, not that he had to wait until he was in the shower, or wait at the door for that matter, Race sang around the house all the time. Crutchie was just as wonderful as Race, only he was a lot shyer about it. Jack always talked about having to beg Crutchie to sing for him when he wanted to hear it.

“Oh my god! Now there’s three of them, they could do Candy Store!”

Spot wasn’t really listening, he was focussing on Race and brushing the pad of his thumb carefully over his closed eyelids.

“Oh my gosh, yes!”

Spot couldn’t believe it had happened but Race really had softened him. He was officially the kind of person to watch his boyfriend sleep as he struggled to keep the smitten smile from his features. He was in public, after all.

He had a reputation to uphold.

Blood Chains - Chapter 12

Prologue // Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 //Chapter 5 // Chapter 6 // Chapter 7 // Chapter 8 // Chapter 9 // Chapter 10 // Chapter 11 // Chapter 13

Art post (HEAVY SPOILERS, recommended to read the chapter first!)

Entry No. 13.

It is time to study what crackers and time have done to the Swaven.

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Executive - Chapter 05.

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Kim Junmyeon/Lee Sunmi (OC/Reader)
Warnings: S
Word Count: 5,350

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05. Ambivalence

You woke up with a start, heart thumping wildly and chest heaving. Immediately images from the previous evening flooded your mind and you groaned burying your head under the pillow and proceeded to smack it with your hand in hopes of getting rid of all the embarrassment. It was horrifying and undeniably true - you had officially fallen for Kim Junmyeon. 

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Snowbarry fanfic

The Start of Something | Read on FF.net

Description:  “Cait?” he asks her quietly, having no idea what he’s doing. “Do you ever think about it?” My take on how Barry finds out about the shapeshifter that kissed Caitlin and what follows from then on. One shot. Snowbarry. AU Season 1. 

Episode 119 - ‘Who is Harrison Wells?’

The little crowd in his lab gradually thins; Cisco, Eddie and Joe all head for the exit, until it is only him and Caitlin in the room, standing with their backs at the sinister proof of Wells’s false identity. Her gaze is on the broad window on the far wall, her lips parted in shock. He half-turns toward her and presses his lips together.

“Caitlin… I’m sorry. I know this is difficult for you to accept…”

“All these years I’ve trusted him”, she whispers. “I can’t believe he’s been deceiving us all along”. She shakes her head and squeezes her eyes shut. “I was so naive.”

Barry shakes his head with force.

“No, you’re not”, he defends. Caitlin looks at him. Barry takes a step in her direction. She backs ever so slightly and he stops in hesitation, examining her. She’s calmer than before, at the lab, but it’s like a restrained terror, rather than a lack of it.

“We were all deceived”, he continues in a softer, controlled tone. “You can’t blame yourself. No one could have known. ”

“You don’t understand, Barry. Before… I didn’t want to believe you. I was so certain about Wells’s innocence, I was willing to visit him at his house and have a heart to heart conversation. Now I realize how idiotic that would have been.”

“It’s not idiotic to have faith in your friends. Your faith has helped me believe in myself countless of times, Cait. It’s an amazing quality to have the courage to stand up for your value. It’s not your fault that some people don’t share them.”

Caitlin smiles warmly, the light of the streets reflecting on her eyes. “Thank you, Barry. You really know how to make me feel better.”

His eyes squeeze into a smiling expression. “Well, I might know you better than you think.”

She chuckles softly and her angelic beauty captivates him for a moment. She’s so… peaceful. He doesn’t want to lift his eyes. After a while, he realizes he’s staring, because Cait smiles awkwardly and looks away.

“Umm.. We should get going. Cisco will be waiting for us”, he says, his fingers lightly brushing her elbow.

She doesn’t flinch back this time, but he can feel her muscles tense. He drops his hand and catches her gaze. She gives him an awkward, guilty smile. This time, he’s determined to figure out what her problem is. He blatantly searches her eyes.

“Every time I touched you today” he starts in a low voice, “you curled away. Is that because of the situation with Wells or have I done something wrong? Because if it is the latter, I need to know, Caitlin”.

She meets his gaze, and wrinkles her nose. “I’m sorry”. Her voice sounds clean and rational for once. “It’s not something you did”. She hesitates. “While you were unconscious, Bates… took your form, and thinking it was you, I told him about the serum. Anyway, I think he wanted to distract me from it, because he kind of tried to… seduce me”. She spills the last words in a rush. She stares at him with eyes wide-open.

“He tried to- Oh”. His gaze falls on her lips. He tries to pull it away, but it only results into an awkward flicker between her eyes and mouth. He wasn’t expecting that answer. 

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Lumen (part 2/ ): Honest intentions

Originally posted by shhhh-no-ones-home


Read up here - Part 1: Good intentions

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Summary of part 2: Steve and Bucky orchestrate your escape from the asylum.

Warnings: one swear word.

Word count: 1.747 (without background information).

A/N: This is my first fan fic series, so bear with me. Feel free to tell me your thoughts on this one, constructive criticism is appreciated!

Background: Iona Cole is a perky, gifted and ambitious assistant to a critically acclaimed professor at a renowned university. That is, until she snaps in the middle of class, the auditorium packed with students on introduction day. Having a long family history of psychiatric diseases, her mother sends her to a private clinic to receive the best treatment. In reality, this institute for people with “special needs” is a smokescreen for the underground operation Hydra is running there.

Originally posted by damn-daughter-of-anarchy


The room was dimly lit, the late afternoon shadow falling gracefully over your face, softening your features and darkening your hair just a little. You sat on your bed, a hospital bed with crisp white sheets that smelt like disinfectant. No decorations and no personal items were allowed and it was as if a certain gloomy sadness constantly hovered over your room.

You took solace in the book a kind nurse had brought you earlier today. Her perfume reminded you of freshly mowed grass and her eyes had been a lovely shade of chocolate brown. But their beauty had been overshadowed by the one emotion you despised the most: pity.

She took pity on you, the star student with straight A’s and every professor’s favourite research assistant. You, the brilliant student who was now stuck in a psychiatric facility awaiting your final judgement as it were. Oh, how bitter did the sweet irony taste on your tongue.

You were completely overtaken by your thoughts that you almost didn’t hear the soft knock on your door nor the crack it made upon opening. When you lifted your head to see who had entered, your eyes fell upon stormy blue ones. They were an exceptional kind of blue, pale and vivid, white rays around the iris reminding you of electricity.  Dark brown hair brushed his shoulders ever so slightly, gently framing his razor sharp jawline, a physical trait you had always appreciated in men. He was ruggedly handsome and that was obviously an understatement.

But there had been another man present in your room as well. You averted your gaze from the attractive guest and your eyes widened in surprise as you took in the second stranger that had come to pay you a visit. Blond hair, muscular body and eyes resembling the clear tropical seas of the Pacific. He was extremely handsome and that was obviously an understatement.

Besides, he wasn’t just anybody, he was Captain America.

It then slowly dawned on you who the first good-looking man had been. Although you hadn’t immediately recognised him, that metal arm pretty much gave him away. James Buchanan ‘Bucky’ Barnes, his name merely a whisper on your lips as your brain was working overtime trying to evaluate the situation. You turned your head towards Bucky once again, your analytical gaze piercing, almost demanding him to return it. He had a peculiar energy around him, his body always on high alert and his mind never quite at ease.

“Pleasure to meet you both,” you said whilst extending your hand, your eyes never leaving Bucky’s.

“I’m Iona, but I prefer to go by Io. I’m a sucker for Greek mythology.”

You tried to stand up from your bed as elegantly as possible but failing miserably when you almost tripped over your own feet. You had neglected to notice how the bed sheets had slowly fallen onto the ground when you had switched positions to get a better view of your two guests. They had tangled themselves around your feet, causing you to loose balance.

In an attempt to break your fall, you stretched out both hands and prepared for the worst. But you did not hit the cold floor, instead you thumped into another fairly hard yet strangely comfortable surface. You repeatedly thanked your lucky stars for not making a complete fool out of yourself before your realised what – or rather, who had caught you.

Both your hands rested against Bucky’s chest and as you slowly looked upward to meet his gaze, you felt his muscles tense under the touch of your fingertips brushing against his pectorals. You started blushing uncontrollably, your cheeks heating up in embarrassment. Bucky chuckled, thinking you were rather adorable in your attempt to keep a straight face.

After putting you back on your feet, he carefully tucked a strand of hair behind your ear with his flesh hand. You were a tomato by the time you were able to steady yourself again. The skin on skin contact had you beaming with energy, almost bursting at the seams by the way it swirled deep within you. The lights in the room started to flicker slightly, a warm breeze roaming through the room.

“Sorry about that, I’m clumsy as fuck.” Your right hand covered your mouth once you realised what you’d just said. Was it appropriate or even remotely acceptable to cuss around America’s golden boy and his sexy sidekick? Or should you start apologising profusely at once?

“I am tremendously sorry, Captain. I understand this must come across as very un-British of me,” you rambled nervously. But when you were only met with an amusing smile on Bucky’s end, it seemed like the Captain himself hadn’t paid much attention to it so you quickly dropped the subject.

“We’re out of time. We have to go, now!” Steve said while looking down at his watch, cringing as he saw the time. The Quinjet was set for departure any minute now so there was no time to waste. He prayed nobody had alerted the hospital staff, which proved to be idle hope when he heard distressed voices approaching from across the hallway.

“If you would just be so kind to take this rarity off for me, we’ll be out of here faster than you can say babbling, bumbling band of baboons.” You gestured towards the bracelet you had been given upon arrival. It was made of the finest materials, or so they had claimed, and they had listed a few for you but you hadn’t really bothered listening. Your name was engraved upon it in tiny, sharp letters, like a name tag of sorts.

Both men shared a bewildered look and you quickly understood they didn’t quite catch your reference. “Never mind that,” you shrugged, a little disappointed.

“This thing is designed to prevent me from working my magic. Remove it and we’re good to go,” you explained calmly, holding up your arm as to illustrate your point.

Steve started examining the combination lock on this unfortunate choice of accessory, sighing in frustration as he saw it required a thumbprint to confirm the 5-digit combination. But Bucky took one quick look at the armlet and decided that the best approach was to simply break it off with his metal arm rather than to figure out how to crack the code.

His flesh hand hastily took your elbow whilst his metal one carefully ripped the device off of your wrist. The material bent easily under the pressure applied by his metal fingers and you marvelled at how seamlessly the material blended together in that singular motion. It wasn’t until Steve coughed loudly that you were torn away from your little moment of admiration.

“It seems you’ll be able to work your magic now, ma’am,” Steve said, unsure of what your magic exactly was. His question was quickly answered when with one snap of your fingers all the lights in the room went out and a tiny orb appeared in your left hand. When you caught the two Avengers staring at the source of light soaring around your fingers, moving from one hand to the other, you figured you at least owed them an explanation.

“I can manipulate and control any type of energy, whether it’d be fire, light, electric current or human energy, although I’m still working on fire.”

You closed your eyes as all of a sudden you felt three bursts of energy outside your door – the energy of three armed men. One was the nervous type, suffering from acute anxiety and you reckoned this must probably be his first encounter with a foreign enemy. The second one had a cold and calculating vigour about him, a cruel man that revelled in the pain he inflicted upon others. The third one was considerably younger than his colleagues and seemed to have the vivacity of a toddler in a playground. He was just aching to barge down the door and shoot every living being that crossed his path.

You opened your eyes as the newfound knowledge found its way to your lips. “There are three of them at the other side of that door. Now, I can only take on one of those men. So when they decide to enter, mister America here shall take on the anxious soldier. As for you, sergeant Barnes, you will take on the trigger-happy fighter. You’ll immediately know who’s who, trust me.”

Steve gave you a questionable look and wanted to ask how exactly you were going to defend yourself with a light bulb as a weapon. Yet there was no time for questions and so he decided against it.

Bucky, too, didn’t like it very much that you were handing out orders when there was no proof whatsoever that a girl like yourself could eliminate a trained soldier without even blinking an eye. But then he remembered what Fury had told him a couple of hours ago. He was here to help you, defend you and protect you no matter what. And he did not take this request lightly, so he remained silent as well.

Only a moment later, the three men kicked in the door that led to your hospital room. You snapped your fingers again and the light returned to its rightful place and with a second snap, you rapidly broke every single bone in the body of the soldier you had assigned to yourself. Wincing at the sound of his shoulders popping, you watched as his knees gave way and his fingers bent at an awkward angle. Never had you enjoyed this side of your powers and you knew you never would.

On your left, Bucky had taken down the youngest soldier. Disarming him went fairly easy and within a few seconds he was down and out on the floor, Bucky having held him in chokehold long enough for him to pass out cold.

On your right, Steve had taken advantage of the man’s inexperience and had knocked him to the floor with his shield. All in all, it had proven to be an easy fight but you knew more men were on their way. You silently hoped the Avengers had come to you with one hell of an escape plan.

Part 3: Dark intentions

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late breakfast

fluffy blitzstone fic because lets face it. its what we all really wanted from hammer of thor.

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‘Well, I don’t know about you, but I feel like collapsing on the nearest horizontal surface and passing out for at least ten hours. How about you?’ Blitzen yawned, stretching his arms over his head while waiting for Hearth to answer. That would be preferable, yes. The dwarf smirked at the response and walked over to his bedroom in order to get ready.

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