i swear that i took a freaking long time to finish this

I don’t play by the rules

Pairing: Peter parker x Stark! reader

Summary: Peter Parker falls hard for the new girl, and while he can’t do anything about it a certain masked hero might.

 word count: 2135

y/bf/n= Your best friend’s name

warnings: slight makeout? 


sorry in advance for any grammar mistakes, hope you enjoy it! Please tell me what you thought about it! :) 


Originally posted by tomshollandss

It happened on a Tuesday. A regular day you might say, however it was the day everything changed for Peter Parker. There he was on his chemistry class thinking it was just another boring class, another wasted hour, at least he thought that until the door opened, revealing the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

Standing in front of the class was Y/n Stark. Everybody knew who you were, your dad was Iron man, for God sake! You came in the classroom with a designer outfit and bag that was probably more expensive than Peter’s whole wardrobe.

Peter continued to watch you as the teacher told you to seat right at the front of the class. Not only were you a really pretty girl, with the brightest smile and the kindest eyes, but you also had to be very intelligent, since this was the Chemistry AP class. Well of course she is intelligent dumbass! Her father is Tony Stark! She has obviously been in his labs before!

After that first time he saw you everything went downhill. He could never gather the courage to talk to you, let alone ask you out, so he settled for watching you from afar. She probably thinks I’m a creeper, Peter thought, however he couldn’t bring himself to care. He could watch as your smile got bigger when someone told you a joke, and how your eyes will get particularly bright whenever you got a good grade at math. He didn’t care about anything else.

Not long after your arrival to the school he got his so-called “stark internship”,  or his role as Spiderman. This didn’t change much for him. He was still a nerd loser and you were still  a popular girl that was way out of his league.

“Seriously dude! how come you’ve never even said a word to her?” Ned asked Peter as they made their way into the gym.

“Is not that easy Ned! She doesn’t even know I exist!”

“But you are like, totally in love with Y/!” Peter quickly muffled Ned’s mouth, stopping the boy from saying anything else.

“Geez Ned! Don’t you want to shout it to the world?!” Peter started lowering his hand and headed towards the group of people exercising. “You can’t just go around saying that! Someone might hear you!”

“I’m sorry but, like, I still can’t believe it! Don’t you see her everyday? in the, you know, Stark Internship?”

Since Ned found out about Peter being Spider Man he had made questions non-stop, pretty ridiculous questions, if you asked Peter.

“Ned I don’t just hang out at the Avenger’s tower you know? I have to be on the streets! Besides, she is totally off limits I mean! She is Mr. Stark’s daughter! He would kill me if-”

“Shhh- SHhhhhh! Peter listen!”

This time he was the one to shut up as both boys listened to a conversation happening at the bleachers across them. It was Y/n, looking as beautiful as she always did, surrounded by her usual crowd.

“Sooo Y/n, you must be surrounded by all those superheroes at your house right? You know, because of your dad?

“Well not all the time, but yeah, they hang out pretty often” She responded, trying to sound chill about the topic. Not everybody noticed, but Peter knew just how tired she felt about having to talk about his dad and the avengers all the time. None of the people that followed her around really knew her. Yes they knew about her life and her family, but besides that no one seemed to take interest in getting to know her for real.

That was kind of the reason why he prefered to hide his identity. Well, that and the possibility of being kidnapped and killed.

“Are you friends with them?”  “Are they nice?” “Are they hot?” “Is Captain America a real blonde?”

A load of questions were asked at you, however one catched Peter’s attention again.

“Are you friends with spiderman? Do you know who he is?”

“I’ve actually never talked to him, he’s never at the tower when I’m there” she replied shrugging her shoulders. She really was clueless to the hero’s identity.

“Seriously Y/n? Weren’t you supposed to be Spiderman #1 fan?” Y/bf/n asked, as she wiggled her eyebrows at Y/n.

A blush spread to the girl’s cheeks as she smiled shyly. Of course she had a tiny crush with Spider Man (even though she didn’t have a clue of who he was), however he never seemed to hang around the tower as the other Avengers. Maybe he liked being alone.

The conversation was quickly dropped after the coach told them all to get back to work, however Ned was not done.

“Dude! She likes you!” You have to talk to her tonight!”

“She doesn’t like me! She likes Spider Man, not Peter, besides-”

“I swear to God that if you don’t make a move on her tonight I will stop being friends with you! You have to promise me you will try! Deal?


Could it be possible that the most beautiful girl he had ever laid his eyes on had a thing for him? Even if it was the suit she was in love with Peter couldn’t stop the smile that crept through his face all day and the knot he felt on his stomach every time he looked at Y/n.

And that is exactly why he found himself later that night ready to go talk to the girl of his dreams. He already knew the crew will be out with Mr Stark in some mission he was not allowed, so that cleared the way for him. And anyways he was always welcomed in the tower, at least that what they always told him.

“You can do this Peter, you got this”

Peter tried to give himself a little of motivation before knocking on your door,however he couldn’t find the strength to raise his hand and knock on it, he felt like a bundle of nerves! None of his previous fights or encounters had him feeling this way, he seriously needed to control himself! Peter tried once again to knock on the door only to be stopped when the door opened completely, revealing Y/n in her pj’s and her glasses, apparently ready to go to bed.

Both teenagers looked at each other with complete shook in the faces, one behind his mask of course. The girl was completely speechless, she couldn’t believe the Spider Man was in front of her! And had seen her in just some sweats! She blushed deeply as she realised her appearance.

Peter tried to think of something, anything to say to her, however he couldn’t seem to find the words. After a long silence Y/n finally broke the silence as she leaned against the door.

“I can’t believe Spider Man is at my door! To what do I owe the pleasure?”

The girl was trying to keep it together, however she was still freaking out, but she couldn’t let her stupid crush affect her! This was her chance to get to know him! She could feel her flirtier side creeping up, trying to smile wider and lean closer to the boy.

“Well- I umhh- I just wanted to- you know- visit my favorite Stark” Peter said as he tried to recover from his initial shook.

“Then I guess you are looking for my dad, however he is not around”

“I actually meant you, I’ve been waiting to meet you for a long time now”

The girl was surprised by what the boy had just said. Did he know her? How come they had never met before?

Y/n started moving inside her bedroom once again, looking over her shoulder to continue “Since I’ve got no plans for tonight you might want to hang for a while, you know, to get to know each other and stuff”

Peter did not need to be told twice before he followed her around and into her room. Well, bedroom was an understatement to what her place really looked liked. It seemed more like a apartment of her own, with a big tv are, followed by what appeared to be her studio with a shit ton of books and finally her actual bed. She went into the couch in front the TV as Peter followed her close behind. She finally seated down facing the boy.

“Why are you here with me right now and not saving the world as usual?”

“Can’t a man take a break every once in awhile? Besides, I’m pretty sure your dad is taking care of that at the moment”

“You are probably right, sooo anyways..You said you had wanted to meet me for a long time, so here I am, what is it that you wanna know?”

“Well nothing in particular- it’s just that- you are- you are a really beautiful girl”

The girl felt herself blush at the words of the boy behind the mask. He probably did have a thing for her then? There was only one way to find out the truth.

Y/n leaned closer to Peter, looking into what she supposed were his eyes and took him by the shoulder as she played with the curls in the back of his head.

“So you think I’m a beautiful girl?” She said with a teasing voice, trying to make the boy a little nervous, obviously succeeding.

“The most gorgeous I’ve meet”

Peter could say this without any hesitation. Right in front of him was the most beautiful girl on earth. Her big eyes were looking at him and she was even closer than before, he was getting kind of nervous, but her fingers in his hair kept him just in place, right where she wanted him.

“So if I’m so beautiful, how come you’ve never paid me a visit before?”

She had started talking in mere whispers, now moving her other hand into his chest, playing with the material of his suit.

“I wanted to!- I totally wanted to but- you know your dad’s rules right? I’m not really allowed to”

She started to lift his mask, revealing only his mouth before saying.

“Well Spider-boy, you should already know I don’t play by my father’s rules”

Right after she finished she crashed her lips into Peter’s making the boy let out a surprised gasp. He was kissing her! They were kissing! He couldn’t believe it!

Meanwhile the girl was feeling exactly the same. She didn’t knew where she got the guts to do it, but she was glad she did.

His fingers sanked  into her hair as they continued kissing, Peter finally out of his trance brought his other hand to the girl’s face and cupped it, deepening the kiss further.

He felt himself biting into the girl’s lips, as a quiet moan escaped her lips. Y/n pulled apart only to straddle his hips with her thighs and roll her hips along the way, giving them both a little of the friction they needed, but not enough.

Peter grabbed her waist trying to pull her closer to him, his hand making their way to her legs, touching and stroking her thighs. They were heavy breathing, kissing longer, harder, rougher. Both teenagers tried to take and taste as much as possible, urgent and desperately, fighting for dominance.

He pulled apart and went straight for her neck, sucking and biting, leaving what would sure become hickeys by the morning. His morning somewhat bored with her long legs moved to her hips once again, before sliding under her t-shirt and holding her closer, moving his hand right under her bra.

The soft whimpers that would leave her mouth every time he bite a specific part kept him going. Another movement yet another time they would feel that friction and that need to pull harder at the other.

Y/n as getting pretty tired of that stupid mask getting in the way, so she pulled apart ready to get it off him, however a noise down the kitchen distracted her. She heard her dad’s voice calling for her! The whole team was there already? How had they missed it?

Peter realised the situation as well  as he quickly pull stood up and headed towards the window.

“I really have to get going, I’m sorry!”

“Will I see you again?”

Peter pulled the girl close to him for one last kiss, a long lingering one. A kiss he had dreamed over and over again.

“Sooner than you think”

With this last words the boy pulled his mask down and disappeared through the window, swinging his way from building to building.

Man! He could not wait to tell Ned the good news!

anonymous asked:

How about a semi angsty fight with the rfa+V but they make up because HAPPY ENDINGS ARE NICE

I’m a slut for angst don’t give me this power 


✮ you had accidentally knocked the power cord to his computer while you were cleaning and he was playing LOLOL 
✮ he screamed 
✮ he was ranting and raving about how he was in the middle of an important raid and he was so close to levelling up 
✮ and you’re kinda standing there with a laundry basket and a pile of clothes almost over your head 
✮ and you don’t know what to do 
✮ you kind of want to cry 
✮ you kind of want to throw the laundry at his head 
✮ until 
✮ “rika never did things like this!!”
✮ oh 
✮ of course
✮ it somehow always got back to this point. comparing you with rika 
✮ sometimes he didn’t mean it or even realise he’d done it. but this was different 
✮ you remain eerily calm, putting the laundry down before turning to glare at yoosung 
✮ a wave of realisation hits him and he’s just full of guilt 
✮ you very calmly tell him you’re going to spend the night with jaehee, and ask him not to contact you 
✮ he begins crying and pleading with you to stop and stay 
✮ he’s so sorry and he’s just hating himself while you pack an overnight bag
✮ he’s practically on his knees and following you, begging you to stay 
✮ you kind of pause when you see the raw sorrow in his face 
✮ you sigh and stop for a moment 
✮ you’re hurt but you know that you have to talk it out with yoosung for it to get better 
✮ you both talk for a few hours, and he completely understands your viewpoint and he apologises 18923475829 times 
✮ he stays off of LOLOL for a few weeks, and even after that he tries not to get too obsessed– because that’s how the whole problem started 
✮ he just doesn’t want to lose you 


✎ you just wanted her to stop working so much 
✎ she was working overtime at the cafe 
✎ so much that she practically lived there 
✎ she was there after-hours and before-hours 
✎ sometimes she slept there and wouldn’t come home 
✎ so you book a holiday for her in secret, making plans behind her back for the cafe so it can function without her
✎ you tell all the employees and the deliverers who are close with the shop 
✎ but when you sit jaehee down and announce your plan 
✎ she gets so cold 
✎ she wants none of it 
✎ she’s not overworking herself dammit 
✎ she’s just doing what needs to be done 
✎ you try telling her that she doesn’t need to coddle the cafe, that you and the other emplyees were fully capable of running it 
✎ but she’s so worked up 
✎ and she says that you can’t 
✎ you’re clearly offended and you’re upset that your hard work planning this holiday for her is being pushed aside 
✎ somehow, you get her to take the holiday and see how it pans out 
✎ she’s calling you constantly 
✎ eventually you start ignoring her calls and texts 
✎ she gets so freaked out that the cafe is literally crumbling with you in charge so she rushes home 
✎ and you’re so mad when she rushes into the cafe, only to stop when she sees everything is going as usual 
✎ “b-but you weren’t answering my calls! I thought something happened!” 
✎ “jaehee i was ignoring you because you have no trust in me and I was busy making sure you could enjoy your holiday!” you were screaming 
✎ she felt so bad 
✎ she took her vacation and came back a lot better 
✎ you two made up, and she explained that her problem came from being jumin’s assistant for so long (if she didn’t do her job everything fucked up bc jumin is horrible at his job lmao) 
✎ she was a lot more calm after that and took breaks when she needed to (even took some time off on every second weekend- when you took care of the cafe) 


✿ he was working 
✿ of course 
✿ his job was the root of most of your arguments as a couple 
✿ but this time he had gone out for drinks with the cast 
✿ while you were standing outside of a restaurant waiting for him- you were going to have a date since filming was wrapping up that day (which is why the cast was having drinks in the first place) 
✿ you had faith in him, and stayed there until the restaurant closed 
✿ which was very, very late in the evening, seeing as it was part bar 
✿ as you were walking home, upset 
✿ zen came stumbling out of the bar with his castmates 
✿ he doesn’t notice you at first 
✿ until one of his acting buddies points at you, not recognising you, and laughs about how you’re soaked in rain and look like you’ve had that worst day of your life 
✿ you hear him 
✿ zen chuckles slightly before looking closer and realising who it is 
✿ swears up a storm as he pushes away everyone- muttering out something like ‘ssss my girlfirendddd’ 
✿ he tries to grab you because you’re storming away 
✿ he’s trying to coo and ask you why you were out so late because he’s drunk and doesn’t remember 
✿ you slap his hands away before screaming at him 
✿ “I was waiting for you! Our date for celebrating the end of filming?! Guess you had other plans, huh?!” 
✿ he’s so shocked like 
✿ it looks like he’s been smacked in the face 
✿ he follows you all the way home, apologising profusely 
✿ you make him sleep on the couch and lock yourself in the bedroom 
✿ when he wakes up the next morning he remembers, even through his wicked hangover 
✿ he cooks an amazing breakfast and waits for you to come out 
✿ when you do he hands you flowers with a card about how sorry he is
✿ he swears that he’ll make it up to you- and never let it happen ever again 


₩ he was planning on properly introducing you to his father 
₩ but he was getting so controlling 
₩ he literally dressed you and did your hair and practically gave you a lecture on how to act and what to say 
₩ you’re kind of pissed at him but try to understand that he’s just stressed about how his father will react 
₩ his father loves you, and you loosen up- begin to be yourself 
₩ his father leaves after blessing your relationship together 
₩ but jumin is fuming 
₩ ‘what were you doing?! I told you not to say this or that’ blah blah 
₩ you’re just so shocked 
₩ “jumin that’s not who I am!” 
₩ “that’s who you should be!” 
₩ silence. 
₩ jumin has never been afraid of anything 
₩ but he’s afraid of this silence and the tears that are slipping down your cheeks 
₩ he’s afraid of what he said. he’s afraid of himself 
₩ he stumbles over his words as he tries to apologise, saying that isn’t what he meant 
₩ you can’t hear him though, all you can hear is his previous words echoing through your head 
₩ you tell him you’re sleeping in the guest room that night- the only thing you said before locking him out 
₩ when you get up the next morning 
₩ you open the door and see jumin sitting on the ground agains the wall next to your door, elizabeth pulled to his chest 
₩ his eyes were puffy and his cheeks and nose red 
₩ he had a note next to him that he hadn’t finished 
₩ it read ‘I’m sorry’ over and over, tear stains smudging some of the letters 
₩ you sigh, and kneel down to wake him up 
₩ he explains that he thought his father wouldn’t accept you unless you were like the other women and he didn’t want his father to come between your relationship anymore than he already had with the Sarah bullshit 
₩ and you make up but he spends so long reassuring you that he loves you so much, just the way you are 


✞ he was doing it again
✞ he was trying to push you away 
✞ someone had approached you while you were on the street, asking about a ‘707′ 
✞ when you told saeyoung he got so scared and reverted back to his old ways 
✞ trying to push you away so that you ‘wouldn’t get hurt’ 
✞ when you try to kiss his cheek he physically pushes you away (after acting hostile all day) 
✞ and you trip over his wires and fall- hitting your head on the ground 
✞ he’s shocked, you’re shocked 
✞ he reaches forward to try and help you but freezes when you flinch away 
✞ he feels like less than shit 
✞ he feels like death himself. the grim reaper- that’s him. 
✞ he watches helplessly as you stumble to your feet and rush off to the bedroom, locking yourself inside (even though Saeyoung had control over the locks) 
✞ he spends about an hour just leaning over his desk with his head in his hands, thinking over how terrible he had been 
✞ how you deserve so much better 
✞ he was unstable. he was dangerous. 
✞ you were the light. you were everything 
✞ after a while he unlocks the door and sends your robot-cat in with flowers and a note in his mouth 
✞ it’s a handwritten letter from saeyoung, telling you he was just scared 
✞ that he was so sorry. that he loved you more than he could ever understand and he didn’t know how to deal with that yet 
✞ you slowly walk out, seeing him sitting on the ground somewhere, surrounded by the mess that he’d made 
✞ he had thrown all the cushions and pillows on the couch. ripped up the first drafts of the note. he’d even knocked one of his monitors to the ground, shattering it.
✞ you sit with him and talk together 
✞ you make a plan for how you can both deal with these times better 
✞ he promises to spend his life making sure you’re as happy as you can be 


☼ i’m so sorry but i don’t want to hurt this precious roll 

Can You Keep It? [j.j]

Originally posted by matthew-daddario

Title: Can You Keep It?
Fandom: Riverdale
Characters: Jughead Jones x female!reader, Archie Andrews, Betty Cooper, Veronica Lodge, Kevin Keller, Reggie Mantle
Warnings: Swearing, definitely not my best writing :(
Word Count: 1,185
Requested: Nope (because requests are closed y’all)
Short Description: You and your boyfriend, Jughead, are trying to keep your fresh relationship a secret after the town’s golden boy is murdered. You are unconvinced that he can keep the secret. As it turns out, it’s you that reveals your relationship.
A/N: This is my first Riverdale story and I don’t read much Riverdale fanfic so I’m not exactly sure if this fits in but… here we go!

Disclaimer: not my gif

[Y/N] = your first name
[Y/L/N] = your last name

The student lounge was, as always, fairly crowded. Students were lounging around the room, chatting, staying away from the outside or finishing any last minute homework. It was also an area where the primarily “popular” people tended to spend their lunch times, as they were “too cool” for the library. Quiet chatter was all that you could hear as you attempted to concentrate on your English homework, answering a ridiculous essay question for Wuthering Heights. You were sat with Betty and Kevin, working on some homework as Ronnie sat close to Chuck Clayton, undoubtedly chatting him up with her implausible Veronica Lodge charm as she sipped on coffee.

Then there was Jughead Jones, in all of blue-green eyed magnificence. Jughead was tall and lanky, with pale, creamy skin and his signature frown on his face. A bag was draped over one of his shoulders, a raven black jacket covering his maroon hoodie. He seemed to always bury himself behind clothing in dark shades, but you liked the way that it made his eyes stand out so much. His back was sloping alongside the wall next to the vending machine; people watching. Jughead’s trademark crown-shaped beanie was placed atop of his head of ebony hair, and the sight alone made me bite back a grin. Noticing your gaze, Jughead looked in your direction before sending you a quick and discrete wink. You winked in return before glimpsing over at Veronica to explain why your head was turned.

Jughead had been one of your best friends since before you could recall. It was virtually like Betty and Archie; you and Jughead been intimate friends since the single digit days. Any vital childhood memory you could think of had Jughead present; just the way you wanted it. Initially, you had presumed that Jughead had fervent, platonic feelings for you. At some point in the summer of Jason Blossom’s death, you were proven wide of the mark, when Jughead unpredictably declared his love for you. Fortunately, there was something inside of you that was sure you felt the same way.

On July 4th, Jason Blossom had gone missing and was presumed to be dead after his twin sister, Cheryl, emerged after their boat capsized. It was a scandal that had taken over the entire town of Riverdale, so you and Jughead had agreed to keep your relationship away from your friends until the right time to tell them came around. You were less than persuaded that Jughead would be able to keep this secret, but after his fall out with Archie over the summer, he didn’t have many people to tell. Usually, Jughead and Archie told each other everything, but it seemed that the both of them had been keeping secrets.

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Always Been You - Richie Tozier x Reader

REQUEST: fuck idk if you write for IT that much but if you do could you write an imagine where richie is mean to the reader and she’s like “we used to be okay when we were young” and he’s like “that’s before you got fucking hot” or something. and if you don’t write for IT you can def do this as a mike wheeler imagine

NOTE: OKAY SO I actually had a fckn blast writing this so I pray that you love it as much as I do!!!!! It’s really long but its great I swear! And yes I do IT imagines too if requested!

WORD COUNT: 2448 (don’t let this number scare you!)

WARNING: just some swearing because well, its Richie Tozier we’re talking about here.

PLOT: Richie is secretly in love with you but he’s a dick at showing it.

Richie had been your best friend for as long as you could remember. It was the second day of kindergarten when he had approached you. You were sitting on the swings alone on the playground and he had just walked up and started talking about who knows what until the bell rang to head back inside. Ever since, Richie had continued to talk about anything and everything to anyone who would listen.

Over the years there were countless playdates, riding bikes around the neighbourhood until the streetlights came on, hiding in your backyard treehouse until your mom insisted it was time for Richie to go home and get some sleep. You two were inseparable, always by each other’s side. Eventually you welcomed new friends into your lives, a few other kids with no friends themselves, often called loners or freaks. After a while you started to call yourselves the losers club, a name that fit but in a good way.

Despite all the new friends, it was always you and Richie who would still be sitting around in your treehouse after everyone had gone home for dinner, just the two of you circling the neighbourhood on your bikes after everyone else’s legs were too tired and decided to leave. It was you who Richie always came to when his parents were gone again or his house was too loud or too quiet that he couldn’t he couldn’t stand it anymore. It was your window that he was crawling through late at night when he couldn’t sleep. It was always you.

Until for some reason, it wasn’t anymore.

“Hey Y/N, I’m hungry as hell, can you get us more snacks?” Eddie asked. The club was sitting around in your backyard not doing much other than talking about random stuff.

“Ya sure, Richie can you give me a hand?” You asked, standing up and heading to the backdoor.

“You’ve got two hands, try using them” Richie stated, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Um, okay then…” You mumbled.

Bev stood up. “I’ll help you out, Y/N!” The two of you went inside to the kitchen and rummaged around for some snacks.

“Do you think Eddie would want Tostitos or Ruffles?” Bev asked you, holding up one in each hand.

“Since when is Richie so rude?” You blurted out, bothered by Richie’s tone outside.

Bev shrugged. “Richie’s always been rude, have you not heard that trash mouth of his?”

“Okay, yeah he’s always been rude but he hasn’t always been rude to me” you responded.

Bev poured the chips into a bowl. “I don’t know, Y/N. Boys are just dumb, I guess.”

“Then why are we friends with so many?” You asked back jokingly.

Bev laughed picking up the snacks she had prepared and turned towards the door.

Back outside, Eddie and Richie were telling some elaborate story about some crazy event that apparently happened last weekend.

“And then that asswipe came out of nowhere! Practically launching themselves over the bushes!” Eddie exclaimed, acting it out as he spoke.

“And so obviously that piece of shit fucker had it coming when I decked him in the face he started weeping like the cry baby his is! And that’s why those two weren’t at school on Monday.” Richie finished explaining.

You set the snacks down on the ground in front of everyone. “No, it wasn’t,” you added, “Jimmy wasn’t at school on Monday because his sister was in the hospital, Mr. Roberts said it himself during first period.” You explained.

“Shut the fuck up, Y/N. As if you would know!” Richie spat back.

You had no idea why Richie was being like this. Sure, he always had a foul tongue but you were never at the other end of it. The afternoon went on and soon one by one everyone had headed off back home until it was just you and Richie left alone like always.

“What’s up with you today?’ You asked. “You seem off.”

“I’m fine” Richie snapped.

Your face held a frown. “Are things bad at home again?” You asked gently.

“I said everything is fine, Y/N. Back off” he said, picking up his bike off of the grass. “I’ll see you later.” And with that, Richie was pedalling away, far out of reach.

Now it was just you, left alone. A feeling you hadn’t truly felt before.

As the weeks went on, school came to an end and summer vacation had finally arrived. Things were still weird between you and Richie. You hardly spent any time alone anymore and you couldn’t help but wonder if everything was okay for him. The club was always hanging out together trying new activities other than the regular sitting around in your backyard.

Today’s activity was going to the quarry to swim and jump off the rocks. You guys hadn’t been to the quarry for the last two summers so you were excited to go back again.

Everyone had ridden their bikes and once you had reached the quarry, you all hopped off and let your bikes fall to the ground without a care.

Closer to the edge, Bev was the first one to take of her clothes, ready to jump in. “Are you all just going to stand there or are you going to go swimming?” She asked as she made a run for the edge and jumped off into the water below.

You ran to the edge and looked down at Bev in the water as she resurfaced. “How cold is it?” You yelled down.

“Not cold at all!” Bev replied.

You took a few steps back and started to take off your clothes, first your shirt than your shorts.

“Holy fuck” Richie gasped, just loud enough for you to hear.

You looked up to see him staring right at you. “What’s wrong?” You asked looking down at your body. “Does my swim suit not match?” You said confused.

Richie blushed and quickly looked away. “Nothing. I didn’t say anything.” He insisted. He threw off his shirt as fast as he could before running to the edge and jumping off.

You waited a few seconds before following him into the water. You hit the water, the height being just enough to make it splash sting before resurfacing. You looked back up at the cliff and watched as Eddie and Bill jumped off together.

All of a sudden the water started splashing around Eddie and you could hear him crying out. “My shorts! My shorts!” he said as he hit around the water.

“Shut the fuck up!” Richie yelled from beside you.

“I can’t find my shorts!” Eddie cried again. Everyone began laughing and you could see Bill reaching out in the water in front of him, picking up Eddie’s shorts and waving them in the air.

“Oh, you m-mean these?” Bill asked joking around. He quickly swam away from Eddie and the smaller boy yelled out after him to give them back.

Everyone was having a fun time in the water, swimming around and enjoying themselves. Eventually Mike had an idea to play chicken. You chose to be a spectator at first, watching as Bill was on Mike’s shoulders and Bev on Stan’s. You, Eddie, Ben, and Richie cheered them on, you rooting for Bev. You could hear Richie yelling for Bev to ‘beat that son of a bitch’ from beside you.

Ultimately after a few minutes, Bev had managed to knock Bill off of Mike and into the water. You volunteered to go next as you climbed onto Bev’s shoulders. Richie decided that he would fight you and chose Mike as his base. Eddie counted down, yelling ‘fight!’ as loud as he could.

Bev brought you close to Richie and you reached your arms out as he tried to knock you down. Minutes passed and you were sure that you were going to win until Richie practically punched you in the neck, shoving you off of Bev and into the water.

Your resurfaced as fast as you could, rubbing your nect where you had been hit. “What the fuck, Richie?” you yelled.

“What? I knocked you off fair and square!” Richie said back, confused as to why you were mad.

“You didn’t have to fucking punch me in the throat!” You exclaimed. You could hear everyone around you go silent. Now you were the one with the trash mouth. “What the hell is wrong with you lately?” You yelled as you started to swim away, wanting to get out of the water. “I can’t fucking breathe.”

You made your way to the rocks and climbed your way out of the water and back up to your clothes. Back in the water, everyone was running their mouths at Richie.

“What the heck happened?” Bev asked, confused as ever.

Richie closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I didn’t mean to punch her, I swear.” He said. “She ducked down as I was about to push her chest, I swear! I would never hurt her like that on purpose!” Richie claimed.

“Well, I think you already have…” Eddie said solemnly.

Richie sighed, knowing that he had fucked things up with you. “I’ll go now.” He said before turning to swim to the rocks where you had just climbed out.

You had wrapped yourself in your towel and sat down on a nearby log trying to steady your breathing when you heard the bushes start to rustle. Richie appeared from behind them, water dripping from his hair onto his body. He picked up his bag and pulled out his towel, wrapping it around himself before approaching you.

“Can we talk for a minute?” He asked as he stood in front of you.

You rolled your eyes and ignored him.

“I’ll take that as a yes” he said and sat down next to you on the log. “I’m really sorry, Y/N, I really am. I would never mean to hurt you like that. I had got caught up in the moment and acted too fast, I would never hurt you intentionally.” Richie pleaded.

You turned to face him and crossed your arms across your chest. “Okay so you didn’t mean to hurt me physically but you meant to hurt me emotionally all those other times though?” You asked with a biting tone.

Richie scrunched up his face in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

“You’ve been nothing but shit to me for the past month, Richie!” You exclaimed. “You snap at me, you’ve been rude to me when I’ve done nothing wrong to you, and you won’t shut that goddamn trash mouth of yours ever!”

Richie sat there, knowing exactly what you meant and looked down away from you not saying anything.

“You basically won’t talk to me anymore and act like you hate me!” You added. “I miss the way things used to be. We used to be okay when we were young. Better than okay. We used to be great when we were young.” You sighed.

Richie was playing with the corner of his towel. “Yeah that was before you got hot.” He chuffed under his breath.

“What?” you asked.

“You’re fucking hot okay?” Richie blurted. “We used to be great but then you grew up and look so fucking good now and I don’t know to act around you anymore, okay?!” He practically shouted.

Your jaw dropped open. “You think I’m hot?” You asked him, confused as ever.

Richie looked away and into the woods. “Nah, you’re better than hot, you’re beautiful.” He said. “But I’m an idiot who has been such an asshole to you lately so I don’t blame you if you hate me for the rest of eternity or whatever.”

You placed your hand on Richie’s leg, making him turn to look at you. “I don’t hate you, okay?”

“You don’t?” Richie asked with a frown on his face.

“You’re my best friend, I could never hate you. So, yeah you’ve been a real douche the past few weeks but I’ll forgive you if you just admit that you’re in love with me and you’ll never be a douche again.” You said with a smile.

Richie scoffed. “I am not in love with you!” He blushed, trying to play it cool.

“Okay fine, you’re not forgiven then” you joked.

“Okay, okay, okay!” Richie pleaded. “I’ll only say I’m in love with you if you admit that you’ve always been in love with me!” He conditioned with a smirk.

“I have not been in love with you!” You insisted, knowing that you weren’t telling the truth.

“Come one, Y/N. How could you not be in love with all of this?” Richie smirked gesturing to his whole body.

“Shut up!” You laughed, your face turning a bright pink.

“Just admit you love me back, Y/N! You love me! You love Richie Tozier!” He sing songed.

“Okay, fine!” You exclaimed. “I’m in love with Richie Tozier, always have been.” You admitted.

“I knew it!” Richie shouted, jumping up with joy. “I love Y/N L/N and she loves me back!” He shouted at the top of his lungs.

“Shut the fuck up!” You heard Eddie yell from down below, still in the water.

You both laughed with each other. “See, I miss this. I miss being this way with each other” You said.

Richie sat back down beside you. “I miss it too. I promise that it won’t go away again, okay?” he said.

“Okay.” You said with a smile. Richie reached for your hand and held it in his.

“I really want to kiss you right now.” He whispered just loud enough for you to hear.

“I really want you to kiss me” You whispered back. Within a second Richie had put his lips on yours kissing you with such a passion that you could tell had been building up for a long time. After a moment, you two pulled apart and rested your foreheads against each other. You couldn’t help but smile really big.

“Get a fucking room!” Eddie shouted from the water below.

“You know what would be great?” You asked Richie.

“If we went back down there and annoyed the fuck out of Eddie?” Richie answered.

“Exactly.” You answered. You stood up and threw your towel down and Richie followed suit. You grabbed his hand standing back from the edge. You both looked at each other and nodded silently before running towards the edge and jumping off into the water below.

As soon as you resurfaced from the water, you could already see Richie splashing and attacking Eddie as the smaller boy laughed. Things were back to how they used to be. Actually, they were even better than before.

Garbage-ass neighbor again

My jerkwad neighbor who loves parking in my driveway parked there again this winter. He apparently didn’t learn. We had several snow storms this winter and there were advisories to not park your car in the street, for plowing purposes. Of course shit nugget still doesn’t want to pay $270 for a parking pass, where he lives. My parents were visiting, so all of our cars were in my driveway. We were having dinner, and here it is in the middle of the fucking night he doesn’t call-first, nor does he ring on the door bell. He bangs on the door [not knock, there’s a difference] interrupting dinner with my family. I ask what his problem is

“I can’t park on the street, let me park in your driveway.”

Ex-fucking-cuse me?? No “May I?” let alone a “please?” I, politely said “No, you can’t” and especially since my driveway was full and it’s MY FUCKING DRIVEWAY, I’m not going to move my parents’ cars nor mine just for him to park. He left and went to demand parking in other neighbors’ driveways. They too-know he’s a piece of shit and are long fed up with him as well, so they said no.

He comes back later after hearing him swear up and down the block. He knocks again and I tell him that he can park if he gave me $60 bucks; I wager that’s the price if he wants to take my time out from having dinner with my family to move all the cars out of my driveway and have him at the end of the driveway [so he wouldn’t be blocking us in]. He starts cursing and walks away. I didn’t care; finished dinner with my family.

The next day came about and it’s when the advisory is in effect. My parents took my dad’s car and they went to get groceries, only to come back and find that asshole parked in the driveway, AGAIN! Okay. Now you wanna play? I tried calling a truck, but they were in a delay what with getting people out of their cars and the tow-truck companies are fully booked during the winter, so I wasn’t going to wait hours. I didn’t ring his doorbell or anything because I knew his response [he pretends to not be home when it’s times to alert him of his shitdickness].

Having some warm cider in my living room, I see him leave with a friend and they go out, but he rides with his friend and leaves his car in my driveway. Lightbulbs turned on. My driveway is mostly flat, thankfully, so my dad and I jacked the rear end if his car and pivoted it out of the way, and there was barely enough to wiggle my dad’s car back into the driveway. But we got it out of the way enough that we could get cars in and out of the driveway with careful maneuvering. Now he’s still gone, and so I took the jack back under his car, and jacked the car up right on its catalytic converter. Its bent and has left a slight opening in the exhaust-work.

Also left a scratch at the bases of his door, have fun with rust, in some time. It’s pretty freaking cold out and I had brought in my garden hose for the winter, but I hooked it up to my basement sink and set it on mist and thoroughly showered his car with water, giving it a decent coating of ice over the door handles, on the windshield, and windows.

The snow gets heavy and we haven’t noticed him return yet [we figure he would return because he’d have to be flumoxed about his car being covered in ice]. We got an idea, though. The snow stopped a bit and we began some shoveling and packed mounds of snow around his car, thus making it inaccessible.

He returns and asks what happened to his car. I ask him why he parked where people shovel snow into piles. He knew damn well he parked there, but it was fun watching him take an entire day trying to melt the ice and free his car. He said he was going to call the cops, and so I told him to, he didn’t since he probably knew he would get fined and I can charge him with trespassing. Dumbass also thought it was a good idea to try and melt ice with hot water; cracked his windshield. Have fun with rust and an exhaust leak. Try it again. Play stupid ass games, win fucking stupid-ass prizes.

TL;DR Neighbor still parked in my driveway and interrupted dinner with my family, so I iced him in and left him some surprises with his car.

Whatever It Takes-Part 3

This is for the “Alpha for Hire” square on my @spnabobingo card. Beta’d by the too awesome to be believed @kittenofdoomage

Part 1 (all parts are linked)    My Master List

Characters: Alpha! Dean Winchester, Beta! Sam Winchester, Omega! reader, Beta! sister Terri (OC)

“Can I ask you a question?” I whisper to Dean as I pant heavily as though I have just run a marathon.  We are still knotted together, but he has rolled onto his side, taking me with him, and I lean against his chest. He is still trying to catch his breath.

“I’m listening.”

“Why do you do this? I mean, look at you. You can have any woman you want.  So why do this?” I ask quietly. This question has been burning in my mind, and I just have to know.  He is silent for so long that I think he isn’t going to answer. Finally, he speaks.

“Uh, uh, Y/N.” He shakes his head.  “You don’t get something for nothing.  That’s not how this works.  You want an answer.  It’s going to cost you,” he murmurs.

“I’m already paying you.  You want MORE money?” I snap, trying to push away from him.

“No.  Not money, dummy.  I’ll answer your question.  But you have to answer a question for me in return.  The same question, actually.” Oh, he thinks he’s so clever! Bastard!

“No.  That’s not happening, Dean,” I tell him firmly.

“Fine.  I’ll change my terms.  I’ll answer your question, but you have to let me kiss you.”

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Lies and Make ups ~ Peter Parker

Summary: You find out Peter is spider man, angry and disappointed you try and ignore him, but you can’t stay away.

Word count: 1,396

Warnings: minor swearing, and a short make out

Ned and I were sitting on Peter’s bed waiting for him to get home from his “Stark internship”. Which I think is actual bs. It may be true he’s working with Stark but there’s something else to this. He’s lying about something. Ned was holding the death star he had just finished, fiddling with the lego characters as I sighed and laid back.

“Do you think Peter’s going to be back soon?” Ned asked me as moved around trying to get comfortable.

“Who knows when he’ll be back from his stark internship” I replied my voice laced with annoyance. We sat there a couple minutes longer until we heard the window opening. Ned was about to say something, but I sprung up covering his mouth. I was thinking it might be a robber or something because who would come through the window, but all of the sudden Spiderman was on the ceiling of Peter’s room. Ned’s mouth was practically on the ground. Mine was the same as his as spider man took off his mask revealing my best friend since age 3. Peter fucking  Parker. Peter closed the door and both Ned and I were both speechless until Peter turned around his mouth even wider than Ned as he dropped the death star on the ground.

“You’re spider man” Ned exclaimed

“No, I’m not” Peter Panicked

“Peter you were literally crawling on the ceiled” I squealed.

“I can’t believe this is happening right,” he said under his breath taking off his suit and standing in only his boxers. I mean I wasn’t complaining because he got ripped. I definitely was staring too long because I saw Peter blush and bow his head. The shock soon turned into anger. I grabbed my bag about to leave until out of nowhere May burst into this very awkward situation and told Peter they were going out to dinner and quickly telling him to put clothes on. Ned was freaking out and I just kind of stood there silent. Peter quickly told us we needed to leave obviously not in the mood to deal with this. Ned was still attacking Peter with questions and got up quickly leaving the room not wanting to deal with this either. I felt Peter’s eyes burning a hole in the back of my head. He knew I was angry with him. I was feeling a huge mix of anger, sadness, anxiety, and annoyance. I wasn’t really that mad I was more upset that he didn’t trust me and that he had been ditching me and lying to me constantly. I was also upset that as a 15-year-old boy he was putting himself in dangerous situations where he could easily die. I lived in the same apartment as Peter and Ned I just lived 2 stories above. I opened up the door to my apartment and practically ran to my room and plopped into my bed. I turned off my lamp immediately going to bed. To be completely honest I didn’t want to think about this anymore.

The next morning I woke up wishing last night was a dream, but I had to face reality, but I didn’t have to deal with it directly. So I rushed and put clothes on and texted Ned I was not going to walk to school them today because I had to get there early to talk to a teacher. Which was bullshit because I didn’t want to deal with Peter at all today, but that was going to be a challenge since I had 4 classes with him, sat by him in 2. Good thing I brought my headphones. Today was going to be a long day. Of course, I had the first hour with him. Plus we were doing a lab in chemistry and he was my partner.  I decided it would be best if I walked in last minute with both my headphones in thinking he’d possibly take the hint, but knowing Peter I doubt he would leave me alone. I walked into class as the bell rang and ducked my head down a bit thinking no one would notice me.

“Y/N you look pissed” Flash laughed

“Shut it asshole” I spat, Flash is a grade A douchebag and hate him more than I hate Peter right now and to be completely honest that’s saying a lot.

“Damn girl you’re feisty today,” he said with a raspy tone, I rolled my eyes, and took my seat next to Peter who was fidgeting and looked like he was about to jump out of his seat.

“Y/N listen I’m sor-”

“Peter I don’t want to hear it, your secret safe with me”

“Wait Y/N bu-”

“Peter we can talk about this later let’s just get this lab done please, I don’t want to deal with this right now”  I argued, it almost sounded like I was whining. It got Peter to back off though and that’s what I needed. I wasn’t truly mad anymore. I was just upset he didn’t trust me.

The bell finally rang after an excruciating 49 minutes of Peter staring at me with puppy dog eyes. This kid knew exactly how to get me to forgive him. I’m a sucker for those damn puppy eyes. What sucked is the rest of the day he looked at me like that, but it was different from the times he used them when we were just play fighting. He actually looked like he was in so much pain. He looked like he was suffering, and I felt horrible. It was the end of the day, and I saw him moping by his locker. I honestly suck at holding grudges and the more I think about I understand why he didn’t tell me. He turned around and made eye contact with me and the world began going in slow motion. His brown orbs made me feel as if I was melting into the ground. I could literally see tears form in his eyes and I couldn’t be even slightly angry anymore. I just began walking towards him.

“Y/N please don’t hate me, I can’t lo-” I cut him off pulling him into a hug. I had my hand around his neck and I buried my head into his neck breathing in his scent. I think I took him by surprise because it took him a second to wrap his arms around my waist and hug me tighter that I was hugging him.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you Y/N, I just wanted to keep you safe” he whispered, I pulled from the hug and held his cheek.

“Hey look, Peter, It’s okay  I’m not mad anymore, I seriously overreacted,” I said wiping a single tear from his cheek.

“No it’s not okay I feel ho-” I cut him off grabbing the collar of his shirt and planting my lips on his. I don’t know what the hell had gotten into me, but his lips felt amazing. My eyes were closed, but if they were open I knew his eyes would be wide open. It took him a couple seconds to comprehend what was happening, but after a good 10 seconds he started to kiss bad and placed his hands on my hips. I removed my hands from his collar and wrapped them around his neck and started to tug on his hair causing him to groan into my mouth, making me smile into the kiss. I felt his tongue swipe my bottom lip and I gladly let his tongue slip into my mouth. He squeezed my hips making me moan into his mouth which makes him chuckle. I pulled him even closer to me than humanly possible, but eventually, I had to pull away for air resting my forehead on his.

“Wow,” I said breathlessly.

“If I knew that was gonna happen if you found out, I would have told you way sooner,” he said still shocked at what had just happened

“Oh my god Peter” I giggle pushing his chest. He grabbed my hand and we began walking home. I honestly have no idea what I just did, but this was gonna change everything, and think for the better.

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Affaires Douées (M)

word count: 7.4k

genre: smut; CEO!minhyuk

pairing: reader/minhyuk

summary: you’re fashion CEO lee minhyuk’s personal assistant, and in deep denial about your well-reasoned attraction to said man. when he reveals he’s had issues taking care of himself, paired with you seeing him lose his temper in front of everyone, it leads you two to take your business relationship to a more personal level.

a/n: this was inspired by this lovely video which had a yelling minhyuk that had me hot and bothered within seconds. please, suffer with me.


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Thin Mints and Menthol(Part III) (Steve Harrington x Reader)

PART 1   


Pairings: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: It’s set a year after Season 2 has finished and you’re a senior in high school who’s often getting into trouble with the law for petty crimes. And Hopper usually gets you out of trouble. Then one night the new officer Steve Harrington joins him.

Words: 2.6k

Warnings:  Mild swearing, mild mentions of smoking, abusive behavior.

A/N: Third part is finally here! It took me so long because I was having a tough weekend but I finally got the urge and I just needed to write! I don’t think it’s as good as the other parts, but I really tried! I think that the next part will be the last, which is sad but I’m so glad I’ve had so many people message me saying they enjoyed it. It means so much to me!!!

Over the course of next couple of days Steve picking you up from the bus stop became almost expected. Every morning, bright and early,  he’d pull up in his car, roll down his window and casually ask if you needed a ride. It was nice for you to actually see a friendly face before school. Between your unpredictable father and the now constant glares from your peers, Steve was comforting.

However, today there is no sign of Steve. You try not to look up every time a car passes, however you’re beginning to get anxious. A heavy blanket of fog had covered Hawkins overnight, and you couldn’t help but worry about Steve driving in it. If he doesn’t show up you’ll be forced to ride the rowdy school bus, along with people who hated you. Before he’d begun to give you a ride you’d been essentially invisible to all your classmates, now you were the talk of the town. You try not seem bothered but you can feel everyone’s eyes watching you, each of them whispering behind your back making no secret of their opinions.

A girl walks up to you smugly, you don’t know her name but she seems to know you.

“No Harrington today, (Y/L/N)? I guess he realized what a loser you are.” She says to you, she looks expectantly at her friends who are all giggling behind her. You roll your eyes at her.

“Yeah I guess he did.” You tell her, flashing her a sarcastic smile. She scoffs.

“At least you know you’re a nothing. Your little boyfriend must have found someone actually hot.” She cackles, her friends joining in. One of them calls her ‘Becky’. They all look slightly younger than you. You assume they’re juniors, you generally know everyone else in your grade.

“He’s not my boyfriend, we’re just friends. Not that it involves you.” You reply.

“Whatever, freak. Stay away from him.” ‘Becky’ demands, she jabs you in the shoulder with her index finger. Her blonde ponytail smacks you in the face as she spins around, flouncing off to stand with the crowd of girls she approached you with. You watch her as she walks away your mouth open in disbelief.

It had already not been the best morning, to say it’s your birthday. It’s been pretty shitty. You’d walked downstairs in a blouse you had decided to wear despite the cold temperatures that Hawkins had been dropping to. You’d walked past your father’s half-opened door, his snores echoing down the hallway. You could smell the strong stench of vomit and beer wafting from his room. No doubt he’d fallen asleep in his own vomit again. Tears stung at your eyes, you couldn’t believe that this was your life now. The brushes on your wrist have faded now. But fresh bruises have appeared elsewhere. It didn’t take much to anger him and apparently just your presence had been enough to set him off the night before. A sharp kick to your ribs and back had been enough to satisfy him last night.

You’re so wrapped up in your own thoughts you barely realize that the school bus has pulled up until you notice that students are getting on. You sigh shakily and place one foot onto the step up.

“(Y/N)! WAIT!” You breathe out a sigh of relief as Steve is jogging towards you. He’s smiling nervously at you. Walking out of the way of people trying to board the bus, you cross your arms and raise one eyebrow.

“You’re late.” You tell him, he runs his hands through his hair. You notice his lack of uniform, he’s just wearing jeans and a sweatshirt.

“I know, I know, I had… Business to attend to and I didn’t realise it would take so long.” He gave you an apologetic smile. You shake your head in mock exasperation. “Can I at least make it up to you by taking your bag?” He begins to gently pull at your bag strap. You giggle lightly and let him remove it, he slings it over his right shoulder.

His left hand grasps yours and he leads you towards his car, your face begins to burn. This is the first time either of you had done anything so overtly romantic. Your palms are starting to exude moisture. Praying that you look much calmer on the outside. As inside the butterflies that live in your stomach are awake and fighting to get out. You glance up at him, he looks as red as you assume you look. You bite your lip slightly. He instantly lets go of your hand when you reach his trunk, and places your bag into it.

He saunters up to the passenger side door and opens it. The smile from his face immediately drops.

“Hey dickhead I told you to get in the back.” You raise your eyebrows in shock and storm up to up to him. He’s aiming the comment at the curly haired boy who’s sitting in shotgun. You stop in your tracks.

“I was here first!” He shouts at Steve.

“Dustin, I won’t hesitate making you walk. I’m serious.”

“You’re such an asshole. You know that right?” Dustin snaps at him. He steps out of the car and squares up to him, despite the very obvious height difference he looks quite menacing.

“Yeah, yeah , yeah. An asshole who takes you to school when you crash your bike. Y’know normal kids just ride the bus.”

“I’m not a kid!”

“Yeah and you’re not normal either.” You clap a hand to your mouth realising it was you who just told him that. He turns, gaping at you. Steve howls with laughter, struggling to remain upright he clutches to the car door. Dustin’s face suddenly cracks into a smile. He steps towards you.

“Okay, I like you!” He pats you on the arm. He opens the back door and slams it shut.

“I’d say I’m sorry about him, but you can handle yourself.” Steve tells you. You lean in and sit down in the car. He hesitates slightly. “It was kind of hot.”

“Dude, what the fuck kind of compliment is that?” You burst into laughter, Dustin’s head is poking in between the two front seats a disgusted expression etched across his face.

“I was joking, shut up.”

“Pretty crummy joke,” you inform him, “now can you please get in the car we’re gonna be late.”

He throws his hands up, “y’know I feel really used right now.”

“Good.” Grabbing the door you slam it shut. He paces round to the other side of the car, yanks the door open and slips into his seat. His hair looks manic and less put together than normal. He pulls away from the bus stop, his hands casually holding onto the steering wheel. You sit up slightly, pulling at the hem of your dress.

“So how come you aren’t in your not suited and booted today?” You enquire. It was strange to see him without the khaki coloured uniform. It was nice to seem him look more casual however. A glimpse at who he really was.

“Oh, I have today off. I’m working Sunday instead.”

“How come?”

“So he can pick you up from school.”

“Dude!” Steve says turning to glare at Dustin. The younger teen throws his hands up in frustration. You burst into peals of laughter unable to contain it, your hand holds onto the doorframe to steady yourself.

“Oh wow, and I thought chivalry was dead.” You finally get out once the laughter has subsided slightly.

“I was going to try and make it more romantic or something, but no. I cart you two around and where’s my thanks? Nowhere.” His hand touches his temple massaging it slightly. You lean towards him placing a hand on his thigh, a reassuring smile on your face.

“You really took time off just to take me to and from school? I mean it’s a nice gesture but I think you have your priorities in the wrong place.” You fail to mention the part about it being ‘romantic’.

“No. I was also going to ask if you wanted to see a movie and go for something to eat. I guess you’re going to say no, maybe I miss read the signs, but I heard that there’s this new horror film and -”

“Steve!” You grab his arm and shout to stop his ramblings. “Who said I was going to say no?”

There’s silence, his face frozen in shock. “Oh,” it’s all he can get out. He swallows and nods absentmindedly. “I suppose I’ll pick you up after school and we’ll catch the 5 P.M showing of ‘Silver Bullet’.”

“Oh I don’t even get to choose the film?” He raises his eyebrows at you. You place your hand on his thigh. “Don’t worry, I’m joking.”

“Wow. I can really feel the… Electricity.” Dustin’s face appears between you, his eyes darting between you, eyebrows moving suggestively.

Steve whacks him over the head, as you roar with laughter in the front.

“And remember I need your essays on my desk Monday morning!” Your teacher shouts over the class as they all rummage to try and pack away to get out as quick as they can. You’re also scrambling to collect your books into your bag so you don’t leave Steve waiting. There’s a tap on your shoulder. It’s Nancy Wheeler.

You and Nancy had been friends when you were younger, there were a small group of you that had been close. One by one you had dropped off. Some becoming more popular, you fading away. Nancy had coasted clear in the middle, her and Barbara had been the only ones to stay friends. Then when Barb died she looked lost, you wanted to reach out to her but it felt too hard. You always held a torch for Nancy no matter what rumors surrounded her. There was a certain quality to her, she was kind and funny. You also suspect she can be scary if she wants to be.

“(Y/N)! I heard that Steve is taking you to the movies tonight.” You continue to zip you bag up, struggling to maintain eye contact with her.

“Yeah I am… I hope that isn’t weird for you or anything…”

“What? Oh no! I was just going to say have a nice time. Steve, Steve’s a really good guy.” She smiles at you kindly and walks with you out of the classroom.

“So, you’re on good terms? I didn’t want to ask what happened between you two.”

“I wasn’t the best girlfriend to him. I was faithful to him, but emotionally I was unavailable. I just didn’t know how to cope with the pressure I was under at the time.”

“You’re with Jonathan now though, were you in love with him when you and Steve were dating.” She grabs your arm to stop you.

“I don’t want you to think badly of me, I like Steve. It’s just what me and Jonathan has is different.” You nod knowingly, somehow you suspect that things are also different for you and Steve. Even now your heart is beating knowing that he is sat waiting in his car outside. Just for you.

You part ways with Nancy, she walking up to Jonathan. His smile at her is sweet and loving, receiving something as truthful as a smile from someone who loves you is a gift. You admire them for a moment longer, breathing in deeply you push open the doors to the parking lot. The sun is already starting to set, most people have left the high school. The only cars parked are teachers and a few students in their cars waiting for people

But leaning on the hood of his car, wearing Ray-Bans in the dim autumn evening is Steve. You stop dead in your tracks and laugh at him. You run up to him, he stands up clearly noticing him. He grabs the door handle to open it for you.

“You ready?”

“Yeah, let’s go!”

“That was kind of awful!”

“What! No it wasn’t.” Steve faces you, walking backwards down the sidewalk as you sip on the last few dregs of Coke in your cup after you get out of the movies. “I think it’s already a modern day classic.”

“It was scary!”

“Yeah it’s a horror film (Y/N), they’re generally scary.”

“Well I’m just glad nothing that strange happens here in Hawkins.” Steve chuckles.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He just shakes his head and takes your hand in his. You swing it back and forth slightly. “Is there something exciting happening that I don’t know about?”

“Now that would be telling.” He taps the side of his nose, you roll your eyes at him but lean your head on him slightly as you walk. He shakes his sleeve up his arm to look at his watch.

“Huh, it’s past eight already. We need to hurry to get our reservation.” He tells you, but you’re not listening. Panic starts to rise in your chest, building as the seconds tick away.

“I’m sorry, I need to go home.”

“What? I booked us a table!”

“Steve, please!” You forcibly grab his arm, hoping he understands the urgency of the situation. He slowly nods, obviously disappointed, he pulls his keys out of his back pocket and leads you to his car.

“I really am sorry, I just didn’t realise it would be that late.” He shrugs his shoulders and points behind him.

“Your birthday present is on the back seat, it was a real bitch to find.” You beam at him and reach back to grab it, the back of your blouse riding up revealing the purple bruises cluttering your lower back. You grasp the roughly wrapped gift and sit back, a childlike wonder takes over you. A small box of ‘Thin Mint’ cookies stare up at you, you scramble to open them. However the sudden tension in the car makes you hesitate, Steve’s watching you a concerned look on his face.

“Where did those bruises come from?”

“Nowhere.” You gulp, “I mean, I fell down the stairs last night.”

Bullshit. Hopper told me your Dad was an asshole I didn’t think he was doing that to you.”

“H-h-he isn’t, I fuh-fell. I promise.” Tears roll down your face, you can’t even bring yourself to wipe them away. He takes one hand off of the wheel and reaches out to you. Instinctively you flinch away. He looks hurt, his hand still outstretched. You hide your face in your hands, the embarrassment of the situation is unbearable. How could I be so stupid? You think to yourself. The car stops but you sit unmoving. The click of a seat belt echoes throughout the car and suddenly Steve is pulling you into him. You melt under his touch, still sobbing. He rubs your back, whispering to you quietly. You cling to him desperately.

“I would never, ever hurt you. I promise.”

He smiles sadly and kisses your forehead. For now you were safe. And even though you were scared about the horrors waiting for you inside you could live in this moment, just for a while, and forget that the world wanted you to suffer. 

PART 4????


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once upon a potions class ♔ peter parker au

summary : the slow burn love story of hogwarts student peter parker and his (other) hufflepuff best friend, y/n y/l/n. 

author’s note : hahaha hi so no one asked for this but my heart yearned for it so here it is, hopefully gonna be a series bc i love hogwarts au peter xo

  If you want to get technical, really technical, it started in Potions class one fateful October afternoon, when the breeze of autumn swept over the castle grounds and the leaves were carried off the trees in a flurry of reds and oranges and yellows. The colors of the start of something, of a very endearing and otherwise unheard of beginning. In Peter’s eyes, however, it probably began much earlier than that, because it was already his fifth year at Hogwarts and he knows he knows he knows that he’s felt what he does for much longer than just an hour, a week, a month. 

    In actuality, the realization of such feelings was what really happened that day in class, not the start of the feelings themselves. The stunning realization that sent him staggering backward into Ned Leeds, tripping over his robes in a way that you had to find comical if you were standing there in the classroom when it happened, was what had truly transpired. Alas, that comes later. This is what comes before. 

   What comes before is Peter standing in the corridor where the Hufflepuff common room resides, just past the still life portrait that can lead a student to the kitchens if they approach it in the proper fashion. It’s the same with the barrels that lead into Ned’s common room- into your common room- but he refuses to even attempt to visit you in there ever since the great fourth year incident. Instead, he opts for lurking outside, awkwardly smiling at people who give him odd stares because he’s been out there for nearly fifteen minutes now and hasn’t moved an inch. He’s just waiting for Ned (and you, of course, but he’s rather reluctant to admit such a thing), which most fifth years know by now because you never really see one without the other, only at bedtime when they split up into their respective common rooms. 

   “Finally!” He throws his head back with a groan when Ned emerges from an old barrel that boasts a roomier common room than you’d expect. His friend has robes rumpled from crawling through the passageway and trailing behind him is you, your tie still dangling around your neck, undone as it usually is. “You two take forever, I swear. I thought Gryffindors were supposed to be the self involved ones, at least a little bit.” Peter tugs on his red and gold tie jokingly, his eyes flickering toward you as you sloppily tied your own. He waved you over and you let out a relieved sigh. 

   “I overslept!” Ned replied. He smirked, just the smallest bit, when he saw Peter begin fixing your tie for you, something his Aunt May had taught him how to do when he had received his letter on his eleventh birthday. Peter tries his hardest not to notice the sunny smile you gave him when he finished up. Ned smugly notices Peter trying not to notice, and gives Peter a suggestive raise of the eyebrows when the Gryffindor looks toward his best friend. He rolls his eyes at Ned, which was expected, before shyly grinning back at you. “Anyways, how’s my favorite Gryffindor doing this morning?” 

   “Shitty,” Peter replied, taking a step away from you. His face is slightly pink at this point due to the close proximity of your face to his, but you barely notice. “We have Potions first, Ned, how d’you think I’m feeling?” Ned steps over, letting you walk next to Peter for a change just because he’s feeling a bit pushy, but not before lightly shoving Peter. His shoulder bumps against yours and he apologetically smiles at you. 

   “Aw, Potions isn’t that bad!” You reply, giving him a little nudge. “I for one find it quite entertaining and invigorating. My favorite class, probably.” Peter nudges you back, shaking his head. 

   “Every class is your favorite, it’s a wonder you’re not a Ravenclaw.” He breathes in for a second, the scent of your perfume dizzying in the best way possible, before he speaks again. “Anyways, you’re Slughorn’s favorite student to ever exist, besides, like, Harry freaking Potter and his mum.” 

   The comment makes your face heat up and you wrap one arm around Peter in a hug that would have been awkward if it were any other two people, considering you were trying your best to hurry down the corridor to avoid being late. “Shut up, Parker. That’s not true. And so what if I love my classes? I grew up in a Muggle household and I’m still soaking all this in.” You didn’t have to be at the very top of your classes to adore them profusely. 

   “She’s got a point,” Ned chimes in, slapping Peter on the back in that friendly, odd boy way. “Besides, Potions can’t possibly be bad when you have your favorite Hufflepuff, also known as Ned Leeds, sitting next to you the whole time.” 

   Peter laughed as you feigned offense at not being Peter’s favorite, but as he sighed out the sentence, “Yeah, favorite,” with a happy nod, his gaze lingered on you instead of Ned. The boys pushed you into the room first once the three of you arrived at the classroom in the dungeons, you were always a favorite among the teachers because of your sunny disposition and politeness in any situation. 

   “Professor! My apologies, the boys and I lost track of time preparing for today’s lesson,” you said, gliding into the room with usual grace as you gave Slughorn a smile. Peter felt his heart tug at the sight, but he took his usual seat behind you and beside Ned without thinking too much about it. 

   Slughorn gave his usual delighted, hearty laugh at your presence and an affectionate pat on your shoulder. “Not to worry, my dear! You’re a pleasure to have in class, as always.” You turn back toward Ned and Peter and give them a wink, because if it wasn’t for you they would’ve been in deep shit. 

   They were rarely ever on time for class, always oversleeping in the morning and losing track of time practicing different and somewhat ridiculous incantations down by the Black Lake or trying to summon the giant squid from beneath its depths. The teachers had a tendency to go on easy on Peter and Ned because Benjamin Parker had been a teacher up at the school not long before his passing, and they went even easier on the pair when  you were around. You were the levelheaded but inherently loyal addition to what made up an inseparable trio, and Peter was forever in awe of your choosing to be his friend, in awe of you in general, though the boy would refuse to admit such a preposterous thing if confronted directly.

   You were listening intently to Slughorn’s directions when Peter was thinking these things, interrupted only by Ned. He roughly shoved Peter’s leg with his own, ducking his head to whisper, “You missed your chance!” 

   Confused, Peter tilted his alongside him, “Chance for what?” To this, Ned let out an exasperated huff. 

   “I called myself your favorite Hufflepuff for a purpose!” He exclaimed in a voice barely able to qualify as a whisper the way he had intended. Ned then promptly hit Peter on the back of the head, continuing, “You were supposed to be all ‘Nah, Y/N’s my favorite badger actually,’ and then put your arm around her or something! It would’ve been perfect, you dolt.” 

    “What sort of script have you conjured up in your head and how am I supposed to know to follow it if I haven’t a copy?” Peter retorted, rubbing the back of his head where Ned had inflicted the injury just moments before. “And, just for the record, I never said I fancied her anyway. Which I don’t, by the way.” He didn’t. Definitely not. Never in a million years. 

   “You’re such a liar, everyone can see that you do.” Ned was, evidently, a horrid whisperer, because Slughorn was now making his way over to the pair, both boys straightening their backs and flashing the professor their most charming, scarily matching smiles. 

   “That’s not true,” Peter muttered out of the corner of his mouth before turning his attention back to Slughorn, who was standing over them with a stern expression on his typically enthusiastic face. Smiling sheepishly up at him, Peter took his quill out of the bag hanging off the back of his chair as well as a piece of parchment, dating the top of his paper. “Professor,” he greeted politely. 

  If you had heard Ned and Peter’s conversation, you gave no indication of it as you turned in your chair to watch your teacher begin his usual lecture, mostly directed at the boys sitting behind you with faces growing redder by the second. “Can either of you boys tell me what I was just saying to the rest of your class, or would you perhaps be more inclined to discuss what was so important with all of us instead?” 

   “Oh, well, um, see Professor, you were just talking about-” Peter began, prepared to ramble on for ten minutes until Slughorn took pity on him and moved on to another topic. 

   “Amortentia,” you mumble, so low that only Peter was able to detect it as you had your chin held in the palm of your hand and your lips barely moved as you spoke. 

   “I believe it was, um, Amortentia, sir?” Slughorn nods when the words are spoken, and Peter lets out a relieved little sigh when he moves on from his desk, turning back toward Ned. “Almost got me detention again, thanks.” Then, he leans forward to tap you on the shoulder, giving you that typical shy grin as he says, “And thank you for saving me from writing lines again.” He pauses. “You’re the best.”  

    “No, no, really, it’s not a big deal,” you reply, a half smile reflected down toward your lap instead of up at him as you spun back around to continue your attentive listening. 

   Ned, forever the type of best friend to relentlessly badger Peter to no end, kicked Peter under the desk again before scribbling on the piece of parchment that Peter had taken out of his bag in a worried frenzy with no intention of actually taking notes. You know what Amortentia is, don’t you? Peter glacned down at the note, then scribbled his own reply. A potion. He slid it over to Ned, who rolled his eyes. Love potion. Pay attention, Peter. I know you’re the chosen whatever but you need to study, too. 

   Peter ignored this, turning his back to Ned to listen to what Slughorn was now   saying to the remainder of the class. Ned had a point, even if hearing himself referred to as the chosen whatever caused Peter immense embarrassment. When he tuned into the lesson, finally, Slughorn was in the middle of his sentence. “-more of an infatuation, a dangerous one at that. It has a distinct scent to whomever comes across it, which is what makes it so appealing. Now, typically we wouldn’t be introducing this so early due to an incident over eleven years ago but, the lesson itself is important as well as entertaining!” The professor gave a delighted clap of his hands before gesturing toward the large cauldron in the front of the room. 

   Nearly every girl tilted on the heels of their school shoes, clamoring to get a look or a whiff, possibly both, of the potion that let out steam in distinctive spirals and glowed like a moonstone. Even you stood up a little straighter, craning your neck to see what it was. There was an odd sensation Peter felt stirring inside him when he thought of you associating a scent in that potion- a potion brewed with the intent of creating real love- with someone, a boy, a girl, anyone. 

   “I’ll go,” Peter heard you announce confidently, sliding out of your chair as you walked up to the cauldron. The rest of the class peered on intently, but none so intently as Peter, who was practically sitting atop the desk as he waited for you to speak. Chin in his hand, pout on his face as you waft the steam toward you. 

   “What do you smell?” Ned prompted loudly from beside Peter, earning a startlingly cold scowl from his friend. 

   “Give a girl a minute, would you?” You said, your eyes flicking toward your two boys before trailing back down to what was in front of you. 

   Ned put his hands up defensively, whispering to Peter, “I’m just trying to get her to admit that the object of her affection is you, you’re welcome.” 

   “Piss off, Ned.”

   Peter’s eyes rolled once again, nothing new to Ned, as he carefully observed the way you leaned your head down, eyes closing as you inhaled the potion deeply. When your eyes flew open abruptly as you stepped back from the potion, there was a split second, just a fleeting moment that passed as soon as it had occurred, where Peter thought that maybe you had looked at him. He had caught your gaze for barely a second, not long enough to register what had even happened. He wasn’t even sure if it was real, or if his overactive imagination was making him hallucinate the thing that might just make him the happiest he’s ever been. He lifted a hand in the air without thinking, saying, “So? What’d you smell, Y/N?” 

    “Um, well, it was just-” you scrambled away from the cauldron, shaking the messy, tangled and intrusive thoughts out of your brain because what you had smelled- well, it was nothing, wasn’t it? It wasn’t definite. Maybe it didn’t mean what Slughorn had implied. Maybe it didn’t mean that you were sort of, possibly- more than possibly, almost definitely- in love with… someone. A certain someone with big brown eyes and shy smiles and warm, all encompassing hugs that quite literally left you breathless when you pulled away from them. “Um, old book pages, flowers, apple pie and… um, cologne. No big deal, though,” you added hastily, sitting back in your chair for the remainder of the lesson and blatantly refusing to turn your back, even when Peter poked the back of your robes with his quill multiple times in a fruitless attempt to capture your attention. When class was indicated to be over, you were the first one out of the room, which was particularly unusual since you had a habit of hanging back afterwards to converse with whatever professor lingering in the classroom. Peter tried to call you, to wait, but you ignored him. 

   “What the hell was that about?” He asked Ned, still gathering his bearings. “She never jets off like that.” He neglected to mention that he wanted to see you off to your next class, but Ned had gathered that much already. 

   “Peter! You’re hopeless!” He exclaimed, grabbing the sleeve of Peter’s robes and lightly pushing him over to the cauldron. The room had been vacated by now, even by Slughorn, so it was simply the two of them in the room. Peter was most certainly going to be late to Care of Magical Creatures, but he knew Hagrid wouldn’t mind. He had a knack for the lesson, especially when it involved the mass amounts of spiders that weren’t quite supposed to be on the grounds. It was a secret between him and Hagrid, and so the groundskeeper doted on Peter. The boy was practically a genius himself, but he knew he was a Gryffindor through and through. “Before you’re late, just smell it. Please,” Ned almost shoves Peter headfirst into the potion. 

    To get his friend off his back, literally, Peter breathed in the scent, and there comes the aforementioned, stunning, ridiculously overdue realization that in all honesty should have transpired so much sooner than it had, now that Peter looks back on the situation. He did, in fact, jump away from the potion much in the manner of a skittish cat, stepping on the hem of his robes and falling over Ned, a hand running through his already awfully messy hair when he stood back up. “Oh, bloody fucking hell,” he breathes. Ned touches his fingers to his forehead with exasperation. “That’s… well that’s- that’s, you know, oh Merlin this is bad. This is so bad, Ned.” 

   It was the dizzying smell of your perfume that had greeted him through the swirls of steam, the flowery and lovely scent he had bought you for your fourteenth birthday because May had told him that some girls liked perfume, so he had gone out and purchased some with his savings despite having no clue what scent you’d like. But you had loved his gift, pecking him on the cheek in the middle of the Great Hall on the eve of your birthday and making him blush so hard he had to ask Professor McGonagall how to get rid of the color staining the place you kissed. You had worn it every day since without fail, even during the summer holidays when you hadn’t been able to see him. 

   Then, of course, because Peter can’t catch a break, the next scent was that of your shampoo. It was a smell he pretty much inhaled whenever he wrapped his arms around you in an embrace, which he did an awful lot for just your friend, a comforting scent that he remembered from the day he was thirteen years old and May had owled him at three in the morning with news of Uncle Ben’s death, when he had stood outside the entrance to the Hufflepuff common room with flushed cheeks and running tears and shaking hands that reached out for you instantly the moment you had appeared in front of him. 

   Peter slowly looked up at his best friend, his hands rubbing across his face. A part of him could hardly believe this was happening, but a different part of him knew he should have seen this coming. He should have felt the click sooner; the “Ned, why didn’t you tell me I fancied Y/N?” 

   Ned groaned. “Are you kidding me right now? I’ve been telling you since we were thirteen. ‘Bout time you noticed.” There was another groan, this time on Peter’s end, muffled by the way he held his head in his hands. 

   “This is the biggest predicament I’ve ever been in.” 

   “Bigger than the fact that you’ve been chosen to defeat a Dark Lord?”

   “Way bigger.”   

  And, to his fifteen year old brain that was muddled with the intricate thoughts of the way he felt for you, the way he had always felt for you, the way he would feel for you for eternity, it wasn’t the fact that he liked you that was the problem. It was the crushing weight what came hand in hand with the realization; the possibility that he was going to have to suffer through his love alone, with unrequited feelings hanging in the air. 

  If only he knew, right?

Girlfriend dressing up as a school girl

Genre: Slight fluff ( ft. some sexual tension/ situations).

Requested: Yes.

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Originally posted by taegidda

Seokjin: You stared at yourself though the mirror, nervously worrying your lip between your teeth as you played with the hem of your skirt, stalling as much as you could and hoping enough time would pass for Seokjin to grow bored and leave you be.

The bad thing was, Seokjin was patient. Very patient. He could wait for hours upon hours and still he would be gentle. While it was a valuable virtue, your particular situation had you wanting to curse at him for being so persistent.

As yet another chorus passed of him pleading for you to come out, you frowned, already feeling your face heat up before your hand so much as touched the door knob.

He quickly straightened himself up, eyes painfully slow as they traveled up your knee-high stockings, thighs barely covered from view by your skirt, over the small bow resting on your chest before finally meeting your eyes. He said nothing, jaw slack as his eyes continuously traveled over your body, seeming as if he were trying to assure himself that you were there, that you were actually wearing a uniform.

The only thing that kept you from running into hiding once more, was the gentle hand he moved to your shoulder, his grip tightening as he managed to compose himself. “What are you doing dressed like that?” His voice was rough, on the brink of faint.

“I- I was going to meet a friend. He asked me to help film something for a class.” You said, feeling vulnerable under his stare.

“That’s going to have to wait.” He mumbled, walking forward and as a result, backing you up against the wall.

“Seokjin, I can’t just bail on him. He could fail the cla-”

The softness of his lips cut you off, pressing against your own and parting to let his tongue swipe over your lips. As you were about to grant him entrance, he abruptly pulled away, smirking as he rubbed his thumb across his lower lip. “That’s sir to you. Your little friend can wait an extra hour or so.”

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anonymous asked:

can you recommend some soulmates au fics ?

Well, you should definitely start with our SOULMATES tag! After tag, check all these new recs we have for you (there are so many of them)!


An Unpredictable Amount of Turtles by skoosiepants

Stiles says, “I have a five year plan. A five year plan to popularity that will tank the minute I meet this guy.”

“I feel like you’re exaggerating,” Scott says, but Scott has a katana-wielding badass waiting for him at the other end of the rainbow, and Stiles has terrariums.


A soulmate au with turtles and angst.

Honey, Can’t you See (The Bloodstains on my Teeth) by Loup_Aigre, TroubleIWant

“Mr Stilinski.” Deaton’s usually impassive face betrays a hint of surprise today, maybe even disappointment. “You haven’t changed your mind.”

Stiles tips his chin up, smiling against his irritation. “Nope,” he confirms, so cheerily it bites. They had arranged this weeks ago, yet Deaton was apparently betting Stiles wouldn’t go through with it in the end. Fuck that. He doesn’t know what it’s like out there, not really. He can afford to hold himself aloof and uninvolved, knowing his druid power is enough to keep him safe in this little office. Stiles can’t. Scott’s pack has got to protect this whole town, and Stiles’ spark isn’t enough to protect all of them while they do it.

The thing is, magic isn’t like the fairy tales. It’s blood and risk and sacrifice. Nothing comes without a price, and anyone who tries to say different is baiting a hook to gut you on. Stiles knows that, has known it since he was a kid and his mother started training him for the inevitable day when he’d need to fight for his life.

That day had come four years ago when she died, and it hasn’t stopped yet.

Of Soulmates, Pseudonyms and Misunderstandings by halcyon1993

Ever since he asked his mother one evening why she had his dad’s name tattooed on the inside of her left wrist, Derek has dreamed of finding his soulmate. There’s only one problem—the name that appears on his wrist on his eighteenth birthday is something he can’t even read.

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anonymous asked:

do you have any headcanons about the marauders having a wet dream about you while you're in the same bed


  • ok he would get super antsy after waking up
  • like after that dream all he wants to do is touch you 
  • but at the same time he doesn’t want to wake you
  • and his cock is still semi-hard because although he came, he was still super horny
  • but you had an exam the next morning 
  • and so he was just stuck there for ten minutes debating whether to wake you or not
  • “hey (Y/n), wake up so I can fuck you” like that’s gonna work, you asshole he’d commentate in his head
  • and while he was suffering in indecisiveness, you shuffled around in your sleep
  • and wow that made it 10x worse because your tits are nearly falling out of your singlet and your lips are parted and oh so fluffy
  • so he decides to take action, gently pushing the blanket from your body
  • and he feels like such a freak, but now he’s jacking off to you while you sleep
  • it’s alright though, because you’re his girlfriend, right?
  • and now he’s feeling guilty while he strokes himself and oh Merlin I’m going to hell
  • he struggles to keep quiet, and it wakes you up as he cums
  • and he just looks so pretty with those pink cheeks and shocked face, your half-asleep mind doesn’t even register that he’s holding all his cum in his hand
  • so you lean over and kiss him on his warm cheek, mumbling an “i love you” before turning around and going back to sleep
  • James swears to never tell you what happened that night, but obviously it comes out during one drunken night and everybody teases him about it for a long time

Remus & Sirius under the cut!

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My Puppy | 2

Originally posted by kimthwriter

Chapters [1]

Pairing: Taehyung X Reader-First Person View

Word Count: 6,488

Genre & Warnings: SMUT, fluff, a small bit of angst, pet play. Ass play, cum play, lots of play play lol. 

Notes: Did you catch the foreshadowing? Did ya, Did ya?? There is one more chapter left in the first part of My Puppy. There is going to be a second and third part, both three chapters long. Here’s a big hint for the upcoming second part. The next part is titled “My Puppy: Kitten Addition”

It’s been a very, very long week. 

I’d been buried with work because of my latest case, a set of sisters fighting over what to do with their deceased father’s business. One wanted to keep it in the family, while the other wanted to sell it off and be done with it. It was starting to feel more like I was their nanny than their lawyer. Worse still, one of the sisters, Stacy, the one that wanted to sell off the businesses, had taken to hanging out around the office. She claimed it made her feel safer because she thought her sister was going to send people to “make her change her mind.” The fact that she never took her eyes off of the three Princes made that claim false as fuck.

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Sense Of Adventure (Carlos De Vil X Reader)

Originally posted by arianagrenades

A/N: I’m actually so happy somebody requested this, it was so much fun to write
Requested: Yes!
Words: 2725
Warnings: Swearing and Fluff

A: What is, where am I, wait what? I don’t understand!
B: Hey hey hey, calm down. Look your fine. Ssh, look your okay. You just needed time to come around, you took a hard hit.
A: Am I… Is this your bed?

Even after all the horror stories Carlos had told you about the Isle, you were not at all prepared for the harsh bitterness of the prison, a million miles from the happiness that shrouded Auradon. It was clear that you were the daughter of Tarzan and Jane, as no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t pull yourself away from the chance of an adventure, eager to explore the unknown and answer the thousands of questions that buzzed around your brain. Somehow, your warped sense of optimism lead you to believe that perhaps the Isle wasn’t that bad, but your heart practically broke when you saw the conditions your friends had grown up in. You had been curious to find out just what the Isle was like and jumped at the chance to join the others in bringing Mal home after she ran away. You had become good friends with the daughter of Maleficent, as you had with the rest of the VK’s, and wanted more than anything for her to be safe, as the children of the villains seemed to share the same spirit and excitement as you did. But it was Carlos you were drawn the most to, the slight innocence and naivety that separated him from the other three only intrigued you more as you found his sweetness utterly endearing.

You were contemplating how any King could allow his people to live in such a horrific place, when you wandered absent-minded from the rest of the group like you often did in Auradon when you craved adventure. Ben was still talking to Mal as you drifted through the dingy alleyways that ran through out the Isle, completely oblivious to the distance you were putting between yourself and the VK’s. You bent down to talk to two young children who looked half starved and caked in a layer of filth, reaching into your bag and pulling out two apples.
“Here, take these,” You said, presenting the fruit to the tallest child.
They looked at you for a moment, questioning your kindness, before they snatched the apples from your hand and ran away before you could think about taking it back. You didn’t blame them for being sceptical, you would be growing up in a place this. Taking a deep breath, you stood up from where you were crouched, brushing down your dress as you noticed the stares you were receiving. It was extremely clear to anybody who passed you that you weren’t from the isle, which was in the end your downfall. You became suddenly aware of how far away you were from Carlos and the others.
“Well, well, well…” A thick Scottish accent called out from behind you “This must be my lucky day.”
You spun around instinctively gulped, the feeling of cool metal brushing the underside of your chin. There, holding a hook to your throat, was the infamous pirate Evie and Carlos had tried to warn you about.
“Don’t look so scared darlin’. I won’t hurt ye if ye do what I say”.
Speechless, you stood frozen as the boy tied, your hands together and pulled you away.

Carlos hadn’t been able to focus on anything, since he found out you had gone missing. He was completely freaking out, feeling an overwhelming sense of responsibly for your disappearance.
“This is all my fault. God knows what they’re doing to her” babbled Carlos as the group sat around his 3D printer, waiting for the fairy godmother’s wand replica to finish printing.
“Carlos, stop torturing yourself, we’re going to get her back” Jay said, patting him on the back in an attempt, to console him.
Carlos continued to stress pet Dude, his eye unfocused and drifting around the room.
“I didn’t even say anything to that asshole when he told us he’d taken her. I just stood there”.
“Harry’s completely  out of his mind, the psycho barked at you Carlos! None of us had any idea how to react” Evie began, before being interrupted by the beeping of the printer, signalling that the wand was finished “Y/N is a fighter, she’ll be okay. Now let’s go get her!”
The four of them jumped up, Carlos grabbing the wand and leading the charge back to the limo. He hoped more than anything that you were in fact okay, and prepared himself to rip the pirate who did this to you to shreds. He had no idea how to do it, but he vowed all the same.
“Oh and Carlos,” Jay said, once you had all sat down “When we do get Y/N back, the first thing you’re going to do is ask her on a date. I can’t watch you pine after her any longer”

You had spent the time you were held captive planning. Sure, at first you started to panic but you soon realised that stressing out was pointless, and put your effort into figuring out an escape route. You knew your friends would be back for you bringing whatever ridiculous requests Uma and her crew demanded from them, but you didn’t trust the Pirates to hold up their side of the bargain and set you free.
“Time to move it sweetheart” barked the first mate “They’re here!”
His voice had a sing-song quality to it that sent shivers down your spine. Still you kept your composure, and stood up yourself, marching your own way on to the edge of the plank so that he wouldn’t escort you there. Your hands were still tied but you no longer had rope around your legs which sparked your thought process. Pretty much the whole ship was draped in ropes of some kind, attached to the sails and woven into huge nets which drooped over the sides. You smiled to yourself. To the daughter of Tarzan rope was incredibly similar to vines.

“Welcome!” The pirate with the hook bellowed, signalling the captain that her guests had arrived.
“Finally!” Uma cackled, nodding to Harry to return to you and grinning like a lunatic at the group of VK’s that had gathered at the front of the ship, Mal and Carlos glaring angrily at the front. You glanced at the boy you loved as his eyes burned into the pirate travelling back from Uma to push you closer to the edge of the plank. Remaining calm, you shot Carlos a reassuring glance and risked a small smile, locking your eyes with his which were alight with concern and anger. He only looked away when Uma began her speech, her eyes fixated on the wand in Carlos’ hands.

Let’s get this party started,
I swear I’m cold hearted,
There’s no negotiation
I’m not here for debatin’

Harry pushed you forward making you stumble slightly as you got increasingly closer to the waters edge. He sniggered when he saw Carlos’ jaw clench and pouted at him putting his arm around you.

You need some motivation
Just look at Y/N’s face
Then ask yourself how long you think I’ll remain patient”

The VK’s watched as Harry prodded his hook into the small of your back, angering Carlos more and more with every second. Mal put her hand on his chest to stop him from charging forward.

I’ll throw her overboard and let her swim with killer sharks,
You either hand over the wand or she’ll be ripped apart”

It suddenly clicked in your brain. They were going to trade Fairy Godmother’s wand for you. Knowing the devastation that wand could cause in the wrong hands, you had one fleeting thought. This was bad. Very bad.

Now, let’s all just be smart, although for you that must be hard” hissed Mal in response.
You’ll get your wand - no one has to come to any harm!
Don’t try to intimidate your bark is much worse than your bite,
Who’s the baddest of them all?
I guess we’re finding out tonight

Harry’s intimidation tactics had changed again to simply making you uncomfortable. He circled around you, pushing his face close to yours, lightly nipping at you earlobe when Mal mentioned biting. The pirate had the audacity to kiss your cheek. You saw what he was doing, trying to throw both you and Carlos off guard by flirting with you. Refusing to give him any satisfaction, you kept a poker-face, staring off into the ocean. You were tweaking you plan a little in your mind, working out the complications. If there was one thing that you knew it was that they could not get that wand.

Let’s go! Bring it on!
Better give us what we want!
It’s the wand for the girl
If you don’t it’s going down
” chanted the pirate crew, grinning unnervingly as they waved their swords in the air.
The VK’s took a step forward, banging their fists on the railings in response.

Let’s go! Make your move!
Peace or war, it’s up to you
Give her up and do it now
If you don’t it’s going down!”

Harry let go of you and went to join his captain as she continued to shout, leaving you alone on the plank. You smiled secretly to yourself. This was just the chance you needed.

So that’s your big speech huh?
An empty ultimatum?
” Uma asked, an element of smugness ringing in her voice as she tapped Harry on the chin, sending him forwards.
All eyes were on the pirate as he stalked towards Carlos and for a few seconds all the attention was averted away from you. Quickly, you got to work, discreetly untying the rope that bound your hands, like your father had taught you to untie grape vines in the jungle. The rope dropped to the floor so you subtly kicked it into the waves, still holding your hands behind your back

All it takes is one swing and I’ll humiliate her!” Harry yelled in Mal’s face, pointing to you with his hook as you tried to act natural.
“Matter of fact one wrong move, and I’ll debilitate her”

He invaded her personal space like he had done you moments ago, completely absorbed in the conversation. Still nobody was looking at you so you took your chance. Silently, just as your father had taught you, you took a run up to the end of the plank, throwing your body onto the rope that dangled a few meters away.

And if she even starts to slip, I’ll eliminate her” Harry plucked the wand from Carlos’ hand and continued to gloat, refusing to break eye contact with them.

You caught the rope with both hands, scrambling up it as quickly as you could. You were completely exposed if someone would have caught you then, you would have been done for. You reached the top of the rope and dived for a cargo net, letting your body elegantly glide through the air and you landed beside a mast, directly above Uma, who had taken the wand from Harry.

All it takes is one wrong look and I’ll -” Harry’s eyes darted back to the plank, your absence making him splutter. Uma did the same, her mouth dropping open. “WHERE’S THE GIRL?” He roared.

You acted instantaneously, gathering a long rope and rocking backwards. In one movement, you kicked back, pushing off of the mast and swung across the ship, holding the rope in one hand and grabbing the wand as you swept past Uma with the other.

There was a moment of complete silence as you let go of the rope, your body stretched out in a star shape as you flew through the air. You landed triumphantly at the top of the crows nest, waving the wand you stole in victory as the VK’s began to cheer. The moment quickly passed as swords were drawn and an all out battle commenced bellow you. Carlos unsurprisingly charged straight  for Harry and had him pinned against a wall, threatening to throw his hook into the ocean. You chuckled for a second, amused by how quickly the tables had turned. Then the realisation set in, you were the biggest target on the ship yet you stood in plain sight, without a weapon to defend yourself with. You came to this conclusion too late however as Uma had already jumped out in front of you, snatching the wand from your grasp, a wicked cackle escaping her lips. She gave you a quick glare and kicked you from the top of the crows nest before you could comprehend what had happened.

The last thing you could remember before you hit the deck was Carlos, screaming your name and running towards your flailing body as you fell from the dizzying height. He reached you a second too late, trying to scoop you up as the world around you faded to black.

Painfully slowly you prised your eyes open, one at a time, squinting at the un-expected brightness that greeted you. You couldn’t recall where you were, or anything that had happened.
“What is, where am I, wait what? I don’t understand!” You stammered, trying to sit up but failing miserably and collapsing back down into a cocoon of ivory sheets and pillows.
“Hey hey hey, calm down. Look your fine. Ssh, look your okay. You just needed time to come around, you took a hard hit”.
As your eyes adjusted you saw Carlos jump up from the foot the bed and clamber closer to your side. He had been holding your hand and started to trace circles onto the back of it with his thumb when he saw a look of terror in your eyes
“Am I… Is this your bed?” You were beginning to relax, looking up at the boy comforting you, when Dude jumped up beside and began licking your face. You smiled meekly.
“Yeah… I mean we were going to leave you in your dorm but I …. I guess I wanted to look after you… Not that you can’t look after yourself… I just… I wanted to see you wake up” he stuttered unable to look you in the eye
You smiled wider.
“So you were watching me sleep huh?”
“Yes, No! Well not the way that you just sai… Oh god what am I even saying?”
You giggled
“Thank you Carlos,” you said sweetly, kissing his cheek slightly, making him blush. Then you jerked away, quickly remembering something.
“Wait! The wand! Uma! Harry! What happened? Did they get it?”
“Relax, it was fake” he said ruffling your hair and motioning towards the 3D printer. You breathed a sigh of relief. “The real question Y/n, is how did you not tell us that you’re practically a ninja? Seriously, one minute my girlfriend is tied up being pushed off of a plank, the next she’s flying through stealing from a pirate!” Carlos laughed heartily, grinning at you with a mixture of pride and amazement.
“Did you just call me your girlfriend?” You breathed, barely audible.
Carlos’ face flooded immediately with embarrassment and could only be described as purely mortified.
“Girl-friend” he said quickly trying to cover his tracks “As in a friend that’s a girl”.
You straightened yourself up in the bed, propping yourself up against a pillow so your face was level with Carlos’. You shook your head
“I meant girlfriend…” you leaned in towards him “As in me being completely and utterly in love with you”.
Before your better judgement could stop you, you planted a gentle kiss on his lips, feeling his twist up into a smile underneath yours as he kissed you back.

You were swiftly interrupted by the sound of Jay falling out of a closet at the other side of the room, Evie, Ben and Mal stood behind him sheepishly.
“Finally!” Evie announced, after you and Carlos groaned, giving each other a knowing look before erupting with laughter.
“You owe me $20 Ben” Jay said, picking himself up from the floor and holding his hand out to the King.
“Where you watching us?” questioned Carlos between belly laughs.
“The whole time” Mal replied bluntly.
“What a way to ruin the moment” You giggled, pulling Carlos back towards you as he wrapped you back into a hug.
“I love you so much Y/N” he whispered into your ear so only you could hear him.
“Trust me when I say the feeling has never been more mutual”

andreil happy fics! ♥

basically, I’ve spent the previous week going through the AFTG tag (yes, I went through all the 1250 works) on ao3, because I needed more content, official or not. and since it was so freaking hard to find some quality happy content™ (bc apparently y'all like to suffer that much —which, to be fair, I should have expected and I can #relate), I thought I could make it easier for anyone else seeking it and share it here! 🎉

so this is a recommendation list with my favorites ones so far; they’re all from ao3, and if you find any of your works there and want me to remove them from this list, just message me and I’ll remove it. if you have any recommendations for me to add here, message me too! ♥ I haven’t read anything from ff.net or tumblr just yet, but I plan on doing that later this week.

they’re not all entirely happy and they’re not that happy either, but then again that’d be hard considering the amount of trauma and tragedy the authors have to work with (thanks nora). but!!! they’re happy enough to make it to this post, so yeah! you’ll probably gonna enjoy them.

right now there are more oneshots, canon-ish, mostly set right after TKM or a few years in the future. I might add an AU and multi-chapter category later, so keep checking for updates! and don’t forget to show appreciation for the authors by leaving comments and kudos! ♥

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inspired by Marry Me by Thomas Rhett

Tom knew this was a terrible idea, but here he was walking up the steps of the chapel next to Harrison as an usher handed him the happy couple’s welcome cards. From the moment he got the invitation he told himself he wouldn’t go, but none-the-less when he had actually told her he wasn’t coming her eyes had filled with sadness and he’d quickly retracted his statement in hopes of making her eyes sparkle again as they normally did. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he followed Harrison and Emily through the crowd of people in the church to find a seat. He looked around the church his heart beating faster as he laid eyes on him, the one that was taking his Y/N away, and he looked at the deep red roses, the ivory and gold drapes decorating the walls and pews making him sigh softly. He looked down at his feet trying to keep his eyes from burning before he quickly shot up and told his friends he’d be back in a second before he all but ran out of the church wandering around to the back of the venue walking towards a pond covered in weeping willows. He watched his breath mix with the cold air as he exhaled walking towards the icy pond. If he hadn’t been so terribly heart broken at the moment he would’ve taken pictures, but he couldn’t think of that at the moment so he walked closer to the water sitting down on one the benches crying into his hands. The love of his life was about to get married, she was about to be married, A/N was going to get married. The thought alone made him choke on his own sobs, he wished more than anything he would’ve told her how much he loved her, and how desperately he wanted to be the one she was going to spend the rest of her life with. He wasn’t sure how long he cried but he was interrupted by the sound of cracking leaves and another person’s sobs. He quickly looked over only to see Y/N leaning against the stonewall of the church closest to him in that white dress, her vale placed perfectly on her head. He looked at his watch and realized she was supposed to be walking down the aisle right now. He watched as she covered her mouth with one of her hands trying to conceal her cries, Tom looked at her in shock for a minute before standing up and walking closer to her wiping his eyes.

“Y/N,” He said softly making her jump slightly but she visibly relaxed when she saw it was him walking towards her like a prince coming to save her from the nightmare she couldn’t wake up from. He didn’t say anything as he moved to stand in front of her looking at her with tears burning in his own eyes. He’d be lying if he said he’d never imagined her in a wedding dress, and even though it wasn’t under these circumstances, she looked even more beautiful than he could’ve ever imagined. He licked his lips before shrugging off his suit jacket and placing it on her bare shoulders as he realized how cold she probably was. She stared at him for a minute letting a few more tears slip down her cheeks as she reached out and gently placed her hand on his cheek running her thumb over his cheekbones smiling softly at him as more tears fell from her eyes. He carefully brought his own hand up to cover her small one that rested on his face caressing her soft skin softly before reaching out with his other hand and carefully slipping it around her waist. “You look so-“ He shook his head softly in disbelief “Absolutely stunning,” He whispered and the sincerity in his eyes made her lips part in shock as she finally realized what that strange emotion that was always swirling in his eyes whenever he looked at her was.

“Tom,” She whispered her hand beginning to shake as she began crying once again.

“Y/N please d-“ He started softly but he was cut off whenever she reached up and pressed her lips against his. He was quick to cup her face his other hand and she moved her hands to his hair running her fingers through his curls like he’d dreamed she would so many times before. She didn’t know a kiss could feel like that, she thought she knew what butterflies felt like but that feeling she had just experienced for the first time was unlike anything she’d ever felt and she never wanted it to end. After a few moments Tom felt himself getting dizzy from the lack of oxygen so he reluctantly pulled away from her “Don’t marry him,” He finished making her look up at him through teary eyes. “Y/N I should’ve told you so long ago, but I love you so much, I’m so desperately in love with you. I have been since we were eighteen and we almost kissed on that rooftop before you told me you were dating him. Y/N I love you more than I thought it was possible to love someone and I’ve tried so hard to get over you I swear but I-I can’t it’s impossible because it’s you. You’re my person, you’re the person I’m supposed to be with and I’m sorry I just now have to balls to tell you this but it’s so true and if you don’t love me back I understand and I just want you to be happy but if you think at all that you might love me back then I’m begging you please don’t marry him.” He ranted making her smile up at him contrary to the tears leaking furiously through her eyes. She threw her arms around his neck holding him as close to her as possible.

“I’m so in love with you, I love you so fucking much Tom,” She said softly into his neck making his eyes widen as he quickly broke away and held her face between his hands searching her eyes for reassurance. “I always have,” She whispered making a few tears drop from his eyes. “I love you so much,” She repeated making him smile wider than he thought possible before picking her up in a hug twirling her around happily making her laugh into her neck smiling happily. She’d loved Tom since she was sixteen and he asked her to their school’s formal because she didn’t have a date, she’d dreamed so many times that this was their wedding not hers and Daniel’s and here she was about to run out on her wedding alone but instead ran straight into the arms of the true love her life. “God I love you so much,” She murmured making him kiss her cheek repeatedly.

“You have no idea how much I love you Y/N,” He assured as he set her down carefully before placing a hand on the back of her neck and pressing their lips together in the most passionate and love filled kiss either of them had ever experienced. They both smiled like idiots as they finally kissed realizing they were in the arms of their soul mate, only breaking away after it had transformed into a heated moment between the two as their teeth clashed slightly and their tongues wrapped around each other in every way possible. “What are you going to do now love?” Tom asked carefully not wanting to send her into a panic attack but the realization that their was a church full of people waiting for her to walk down the aisle began pressing on his mind.

“I’m not going in there,” She stated taking her vail off of her head and rolling it up into a ball making him smile brightly at her as she took of her engagement ring and held it in her hand. “I’ll mail it to him,” She smiled slipping it into Tom’s pants pocket.

“Tom are you-“ A voice called out making both of them look up to see Harrison rounding the corner. “Oh shit Y/N they’re all freaking out in there,” Harrison said seeing Y/N standing with his best friend. He looked between them realizing Tom’s hands were on her waist and how close they were standing. “No way,” He smiled brightly covering his face with his hands hiding his gigantic smile and the tears welling in his own eyes. “Oh my god you guys!” He exclaimed happily running towards them pulling them both into a bit of a group hug. “Fucking finally! Fate is real! True love exists!” He yelled loudly hugging them both tightly. “What the fuck are you going to do?” He asked breaking their hug. Y/N looked at Tom for a second before looking back at Harrison and reaching back into Tom’s pocket making Harrison scrunch his face up in disgust and look away afraid of what she was doing.

“You get to be a messenger,” She stated making Harrison shake his head no and glare at her. “Tell him I’m sorry and I’ll be in touch,” She said handing him her engagement ring before grabbing Tom’s hand and running away from Harrison towards the parking lot as the couple got ready to make a break for Tom’s car and get the hell out of there.

“What? No! Y/N!” Harrison yelled in anger but he couldn’t help the smile tugging on his lips as he watched them disappear from view. He smiled happily walking back into the chapel bracing himself for the awkward interaction as he walked up to Daniel who was chewing on his nails nervously as Y/N’s parents stood next to him with worry etched on their faces. He didn’t say anything just opened his hand Y/N’s showed him the ring. “She said she’d be in touch when she’s ready and she’s sorry,” He said making Daniel look at him in shock. “Good day now,” He smiled walking away quickly grabbing Emily’s and making a beeline out of the church and hopping into one of the cabs as they’d come in Tom’s car and he’d clearly taken it. He was right, Tom and Y/N were long gone driving off down the streets of London finally able to start their lives together.

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when you just debuted pt. 2 ; pt. 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

“we’re sorry.” jungkook sarcastically mumbled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

they adored you.

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

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

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Mirror For The Sun - Part 5: A Drive

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 4 - Part 6 

Summary: Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.

Warnings: swearing, panic attack/flashback

Word Count: 3392

Author’s Note: I dunno about this one. Lots of ups and downs, lots of sass. Also lots of jumping around in the timeline, so seriously, feedback welcome, let me know if I need to add some section headers to clarify…

Originally posted by marvxl-trash

Steve paces the few steps he can take in the cramped hotel bathroom, holding the phone to his ear, waiting for Natasha to pick up. He’s peeked around the door twice to make sure the others are still asleep and turned on the shower for good measure before she finally answers.

“We have a problem,” he confesses before she can finish her groggy greeting. Steve had a habit of waking up at an ungodly hour.

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