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Delta (Bucky Barnes x Reader) A/B/O Part 2!

A/N: Hey guys! Part 2 is finally here and it gets wild as heck lol. I had too much fun while writing this! I’m sorry for the super long update and I’ll be posting more stuff later! I’m on a roll today! I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah ❤️

 Warnings: Angst. Mentions of sex. Everyone pretty much goes bonkers. 

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“Ms. Y/L/N,” Friday chimed.

With a small groan, you forced your eyes open. It was supposed to be your day off, meaning you could sleep as much as you wanted for as long as you wanted. Why was she calling you now?

“Yes, Friday?” you murmured. She always found a way to bother you, especially during nap time. Delta’s needed more rest than everyone else, but of course, nobody knew that but you. You hadn’t told anyone about your true status yet.

“Mr. Stark requests your presence in the common room.”

With a tired groan, you threw the covers from your body and sat up.

What could possibly be going on this time? Did Tony blow up another suit again? It took weeks to get the oil out of your nails, much less your skin. Did Peter run out of webs mid swing again? You loved the kid almost like a little brother, but the kid needed some kind of rockets in his shoes for safety. You made sure to scold Tony on that; he wasn’t exactly a responsible crime fighter. You understood now what Pepper went through.

You slipped on the nearest form of clothing you could find before making your way towards the common room.

The sounds of hushed whispering rung throughout your ears. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Was Tony having guests over? Why didn’t Friday mention that to you? Looking down at your clothes, you felt a blush break out on your cheeks. You were nowhere near dressed for guests. It wasn’t anything near provocative, just an oversized sweater and leggings, but still. You didn’t like drawing attention to yourself and you strongly disliked strangers.

Entering the room, you spotted the entire Avengers assembly. Literally.

You recognized Thor, who stood taller than everyone else, speaking with Bruce Banner quietly. You spotted Vision and …were that Scarlett Witch? Jesus, she was even prettier in person. You may or may not have read her file religiously.

You saw Hawkeye standing next to the redheaded assassin herself, Black Widow. Immediately, you felt your instincts kick in slightly. She was a suitable alpha, no doubt. Her red hair made her pale skin seem almost vibrant and those eyes…god she was so perfect. With a subtle shake of your head, you pulled your mind out of the gutter. As nice as she was, you were still wary of the woman. She was extremely intimidating.

In the corner of the room, you spotted Falcon and Ant Man standing side by side. You could tell how nervous the two looked about the whole situation. You couldn’t blame them, from what you heard about the whole airport thing that happened in Germany, you’d be a bit nervous, too.

You smiled when you spotted Peter standing by himself, his hands in his tucked into his pockets casually. At least you knew him. Even though Peter was a newly legal Beta, he still remained one of your closest friends. He didn’t know about your whole…status problem yet, but he something told you he knew there was more to you than what you were telling him. But being the polite person he was, he decided not to push it, to your relief.

When Tony entered the room, everyone instantly got quiet. You had a feeling you’d be receiving some really bad news this evening.

“Alright, I’m sure you’re all wondering why I called you here,” he began, clapping his hands together. You could spot the subtle sweat beading across his forehead. Why was he so nervous? “I can assure you right now, I’m not dying!”

Everyone seemed to relax a little bit at the news. Jesus, he had a way of being the biggest drama kind on this earth.

As Tony continued, you felt someone’s eyes on you. Ignoring it, you kept your gaze on Tony.

“Why are we here, Tony?” Rhodey asked, crossing his arms over his chest. A cliché alpha mannerism. You snorted softly at the realization that your instincts hadn’t kicked in at the sight of him. Maybe he wasn’t as alpha as he thought he was. Alphas were so fragile underneath the whole macho exterior.

Again, you could feel someone’s eyes on you. And it was honestly irking the life out of you. You couldn’t possibly focus on Tony while whoever it was stared at you like that. With a causal turn of your head, you caught sight of Natasha glancing over at you. Her blue eyes were set on your body, trailing them up and down. Suddenly, you felt so small.

You felt the arousal slowly growing between your legs, making you blush. Before she could look back into your eyes, you looked away quickly. That wasn’t a very practical idea after all.

“We’re here because I’ve decided that I was a little bit hard on Rogers,” he admitted, avoiding everyone’s gaze. But when he looked up at everyone’s smirks, he sighed.

“Okay, maybe I was a bit dramatic about it.”

Someone let out a snort.

“What I’m trying to say is, I was wrong. Incredibly wrong about the entire situation. Rogers, although he can be a little shit sometimes, is a strong asset to this team. And without him, we’ve pretty much got nothing going for us.”

Everyone nodded in agreement, much to his dismay.

“Hey! I did pretty well those couple of ti- anyways,” he cleared his throat. “I’ve decided to try and make things right; for the sake of the team. I offered Cap a place back on the team.”

Everyone let out small approvals at the news. You even cracked a smile. This was so mature for Tony, you were so proud of him.

“He agreed to come back on one condition.” Everyone practically leaned in with anticipation. Peter even stood on the couch to get a better view.

“He’ll come back, but only if Barnes gets a place, too.”

You felt like one of those cartoon characters. Your jaw practically dropped straight to the floor. Peter instantly looked down at me with wide eyes. But Rhodey, though…he was not having it at all.

“Are you high?!” he shouted, clenching his fists in fury.

“I wish I was,” Tony said under his breath with a sigh. “No Rhodey, I’m just trying to fix things for once.”

“And by fixing, you mean letting the man who killed your parents live under your roof?”

That’s when shit hit the fan.

“Hey, Barnes was brainwashed!” Scott shouted. “He didn’t mean any of that!”  

“Oh yeah? Well, why didn’t he just walk away?” Rhodey retorted. “He could’ve at any point. He’s a damn master assassin!”

You glanced over at Peter, feeling a bit fearful. He gave you a reassuring smile, patting your shoulder gently. You absolutely hated confrontation. Especially when it involved your work.

“Tony!” Rhodey exclaimed. “At least think about this for a couple days!”

“Yeah, about that,” Tony said, glancing at his wristwatch. “I kinda already agreed to it. They should be here any minute.”

Your eyes nearly flew out of your head. You weren’t too sure about this. You knew Steve was a trustworthy man, but this Bucky guy…you were a bit wary of this. The only thing you knew about him was that he murdered a lot of innocent people, including Tony’s parents. Tony told you the entire thing personally after he’d nearly drank himself to death one night.

“Mr. Stark,” Friday chimed again. You all instantly went quiet. “Mr. Rogers and Mr. Barnes have arrived.”

“Oh, cool,” he sighed. “Send them in, I guess.”

The elevator chimed mechanically, opening swiftly.

That’s when you felt it.

Your vision instantly blurred, creating kaleidoscope like patterns. You placed a hand on whoever was near you for support. Whoever the person was, they placed their hands on your shoulders, steadying you. The next thing you know, you’re on the ground surrounded by everyone. You feel hands cupping your face, forcing you to look up. Natasha stared back at you, her blue eyes widened with worry.

The heat between your legs was unlike anything else you’ve ever felt. It was almost unbearable. You felt a wave of arousal hit you at full force, preventing you from thinking straight.

Natasha leaned in far too close, inhaling deeply. Her eyes snapped open, her eyes completely dilated.

“Delta.” She whispered, licking her lips hungrily.

“Delta.” Peter repeated, his eyes dilating as well.

“Delta!” Wanda gasped, prowling closer to you with matching dilated eyes.

“Delta.” Sam followed behind her, his nostrils flaring.

You looked over at the elevator, past all the people slowly crowding around you.

Bucky’s eyes were completely dilated, his breaths coming out in short puffs. He was the one. He was the perfect mate and you wanted his knot and you wanted it now. You didn’t care if everyone watched; you needed him more than anything. You didn’t care who was in the way of your alpha.

“WAIT WHAT?” Tony practically squeaked, staring at you with wide eyes. “What do you guys mean delta? She’s not…oh no.” he inhaled, catching your scent of wild berries and pine trees. Of course you were a delta. Jesus, he was so stupid not to notice. You had no scent up until now.

Natasha dipped her nose into your neck, inhaling harshly. You let out a small whine, gently trying to push yourself away from her. It was no use. She was an alpha, far too strong for you.

Bucky let out a growl, snapping everyone’s eyes from you to him. The gears in his metal arm shifted threateningly as he clenched his fist harder. Your eyes instantly went to his, begging silently for him to take you away.

Before anyone was able to touch you, Tony scurried past everyone and snatched you away from Natasha. Well, he tried to.

Natasha grabbed ahold of your legs as tight as she could, planting her feet onto the ground to prevent him from leaving. “God damn it, Romanoff!” he spat. “Get your shit together before I make Fury fire you!”

In a flash, Thor scooped the redheaded woman up from the ground and threw her over his shoulder despite her angry shouts.

“Ah, I remember my first encounter with a delta!” he laughed, snatching a kicking and screaming Wanda up as well with his other arm.

Tony began dragging you away as fast as he could, trying to dodge the crazed people that darted towards you.

Peter had managed to grab onto your arm, only to be snatched up by Clint and thrown into one of the coat closets. “Jesus,” Clint sighed, placing a chair in front of the door. “You guys are so embarrassing.”

You caught a glimpse of Bruce running out of the building, his body shifting inhumanly large. Oh god, he was hulking out. Vision and Sam were practically rolling on the floor as the android gathered the man into a headlock. “Let me go, you fucker!” Sam spat, wiggling in his grasp.

Suddenly, you felt a cold, metal arm grab onto your ankle, tearing you away from Tony’s grasp. You cried out with glee at the sight of Bucky practically dragging you through the hall, ignoring Tony’s shouts from afar. You jumped into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you away. Bucky raced down the hallway, zooming through the halls for any empty rooms. He didn’t care if it was a janitor closet, as long as he could get his knot inside you and fast.

You dipped your head into his neck, pressing small kisses along the warm flesh. He let out a growl, kneading the flesh of your behind. You let out a small squeak at his actions. Bucky smelled like heaven. His scent was a mixture of cinnamon and the ocean, your favorite two things combined into the perfect alpha. You tangled your fingers through his hair, breathing in his scent as if it were oxygen.

“Rogers!” Tony’s voice echoed from down the hall. “Get your friend before he impregnates my successor!”

Suddenly, you and Bucky were on the ground. Steve’s shield rattled against the ground beside the two of you. Bucky let out a string of curses as he stood. Before he could get to you, he was tackled to the ground by Steve. The two men wrestled on the ground, throwing punch after punch.

Not knowing what else to do, you crawled towards the men and pounced onto Steve’s back.

“What the hell? Get off Y/N!” he shouted, stumbling backwards. Before Bucky could get to his feet once again, you were snatched from Steve’s back and hauled away from him.

“What the hell is wrong with you two? You’re like rabid bunnies on Viagra!” Tony exclaimed, dragging you away with all his might.

You cried out as you got farther and farther away from Bucky. Your heat slowly became more and more intense the farther you were apart. You watched helplessly as Steve planted his shield on his friend’s back and sat on it, preventing him from following this time.

You reached out and grabbed onto one of the door handles and tried to pull yourself away from Tony, only to have him swat your hands away. Turning the corner, the last thing you saw was Bucky lying helplessly beneath Steve.

Tony practically threw you into the first bedroom he found.

Unfortunately, you completely missed the bed and landed on the floor with a loud thud. You picked yourself up and cradled your bruised arm, snarling at Tony. The older man let out a sigh of relief, plopping down onto the bed. It was a spare bedroom, but it would do for now. He just needed to rest a bit. He really did need to get back in shape soon. Gosh, Pepper would be cackling at him right now.

“You are such a handful, you know that?” he sighed, watching you intently.

You glared up at him, your eyes still dilated completely black. You were still in heat. Great.

Tony let out a small chuckle, staring out the small window. You let out a small growl.

“You know, I remember these days when I was a kid.” He recalled, watching the birds fly past the building. Your eyes widened. What was he talking about?

“You see,” he said softly. “My mom was a delta, too.”

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Justin’s New Girl

A/N: Can I get some feedback from this after you read it? Send requests too b. xx

Pairing: Reader x Justin Bieber

Word Count: 1, 904

Warnings: does swearing count> ;)

SummaryJustin has introduced his new girlfriend for the first time to his long-term closest female friend, Y/N, but his girlfriend does not have a keen interest in befriending her.


“Raindrop, drop top smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox” I sang in the mist of hoovering my living room over the wooden floorboards. I was too busy dancing with the hoover to the song bad and boujee that I didn’t even notice that my house doors locks were making the sound of keys being jiggled in that would have hinted that it was Justin entering the house, “I see your dancing again y/n” Justin chuckled walking over to the sofa and leaving the keys on the coffee table. “why don’t you do something better like go Livestream on insta” I walked over to where Justin was sitting and sat directly opposite of where he sat to talk to him better. Justin shrugged, “already did that in the morning but I do have something to tell you”

“What’s good?” I replied

“You know all the months I have been out of the Instagram social media limelight right? Well I met someone”

I stood up and walked closer to him, pulling him into a hug, and congratulated him “How long have you been with her and does anyone else know?” I gushed

“First of all I have been with her for like 3 months or so and you’re the only person that knows which leads me to tell you that I want you to meet her for yourself – I need to show her one of the most important people that I know”

“Ok sure but why didn’t you introduce her to your sisters and parents before me?”

“I need to make sure she is the right one before I tell everyone” he explained which I clearly understood.

I was truly happy for Justin having a girl with him but I couldn’t shake the feeling that these LA insta girls don’t seem how they really are but for Justin, I will give her a shot. Tomorrow at the Palm in Downtown LA.


After Justin told me that he had a girlfriend I just had to be the supportive best friend and check out her Instagram page that revealed her name was Asia Eliwood. This Asia must be about twenty years old judging by her nurtured skin. Asia was an Instagram model with over 900K followers that were interested in liking her beach pictures that exposed her toned abs on her beautifully tanned body. She was Justin’s Type. Today I was going for the casual look consisting of slick black straight hair, black two piece dress that followed my black heels and a pair of diamond-encrusted earrings.

The restaurant was surprisingly full for a hot Friday afternoon, the soft reclined chairs and oak wooden tables were used by many new customers. The waiter came returned with a menu, looking at the menu I decided to pick out a Caesar salad with prawns as a starter and for the main meal, a Pepperoni pizza with a glass of coke with sliced lemon.

Minutes later…

I fidgeted, adjusting the strap of my dress and reapplying another coat to my already red lips. With nothing else to do, I let myself soak in the ambient music for a few moments, wondering what the words to say when Justin and his girlfriend arrive then drinking water in the vanilla fragranced air. From the corner of my eye, I realized a slim figured female stood beside the table;  I glanced up at her face and stood up.

“Y/N right?” she said

“You must be Asia, nice to meet you” I began walking closer to her to pull her into a hug which she happily agreed. It was fair to say that she was even more beautiful as she was on her Instagram account and really knew her angles, her green eyes, and long wavy jet black hair complimented her faux feathered grey jacket over her tightly fitted turtleneck shirt with black jeans whereas Justin dressed in a black slim fit suit and tie for this casual occasion. Justin made his way to me and pulled me in a soft embrace as a sign of common friendliness between us then pulled out a seat for Asia before sitting down on the chair opposite to me.

“So y/n how long have you known Justin bear?” Asia asked

“nearly 4 years now, he is like a brother to me in all honesty so you better look after him good” I chuckled clearing the air without realising that this Asia rolled her eyes and showed off her dimpled fake smile that Justin loved, Justin remained in his seat and turned over to the window overlooking the summery spring lighting that was covered by groups of fans waving over for him to come over. “Asia, Y/N the fans want what they want but I will come back in a second” Justin stood up and pecked Asia on the temple before leaving the restaurant to entertain the fans clambering outside the restaurant.

“It’s so fucking annoying how these fangirls think that they actually have a chance with Justin bear” laughed Asia, sipping from her wine bottle looking back at Justin currently taking photos with fans and laughing along at whatever Joke a petite brown skinned girl with a high puff that framed her heart shaped face – her face said it all that she was serious and partly intimidated by the girls she was talking about. “Anyway Asia you look so good in that outfit you probably workout like 5 times a week right?”

“I have a personal trainer that helps so most of the credit goes to him and it helps that he is fine as fuck but in 2 months or so he can fix you up y/n”

“oh really?” I laugh joining in on her so-called joke

“I’m serious babe; you need all the help you can get” Asia flashed her million dollar smile and moved on to her salad and scrolled through her phone leaving me dumbstruck on did she actually say this as a joke? Or did the bitch mean that she was serious? She was on strike 2 after bitching about the fans that initially loved her because of her large following before they started dating which lead them to believe that she was a ‘genuine’ person that ‘does not want him for his money’ or the ‘fame’ along with it. I started gathering up my things removed myself from the awkward situation then pushed a $20 note for my half of the bill and walked out of the restaurant in time as Justin walked back in.

Justin’s face showed concern as he looked own ant my bawled fists  - a trait I have when angry or pissed off that he noticed during our  4 years of friendship, “Y/N why aren’t you inside with Asia, she really likes you”

“Justin as your best friend It is in my best interest to tell you that Asia Eliwood is not only a bitch but also an anti-belieber one too.”

“sure and that’s why she took photos with the fans 2 days ago” Justin sarcastically replied

“Don’t play that game with me Justin, ask your dumbass girlfriend what she thinks about the fangirls which believe they have a chance with you and get back to me” I managed not to snap and moved away from the fans recording the altercation and walked back to all white Mercedes to go home.


*A week later

It has been days since Justin and I have stopped talking because of his stiff and stuffy girlfriend and her insecurities between mine and Justin’s friendship so when Justin surprisingly facetimed me to tell me that he doesn’t want to lose this friendship and wanted to come over, shocked was the last word to say at the least. Finishing the last burrito in my minimalist stone marble countertops, the small ringing sounds of the doorbell played I open the door allowing Justin in and closing the door, however, the blockage of soft moisturized blue acrylic nails that belonged to ‘all so famous Asia Bitchywood’

Justin is the closest friend I have so because of that I had to let Asia I, even if she was from the pit of hell. In attempt to break off the ice I smiled at Justin which Asia followed with a sly snarl and a raised eyebrow for the classic bitch please move – She messed with the wrong one

“Sorry darling is there an issue?” I chuckled inching closer to her face and not caring that Justin was in the same room as both of us

Asia smirked knowing that with Justin here she could be the innocent looking one, “I don’t have one y/n”

“I’m sorry, have we met? Because I’m pretty sure I would’ve remembered a bitch like you.” It was too much for me not to say something to that stuck up bitch even if Justin and I are losing the friendship bond AGAIN because of her! Faced with no other option Justin grabbed my arm and pulled me into the kitchen from the hallway. It was the only time since last week that I analyzed his facial expression when he put 2 and 2 together that maybe I and Asia do not appreciate each other’s company

Justin’s face was laced with confusion and heartbreak as he whispered, “I don’t know why you’re acting like this y/n but I really like this girl and she is trying to be your friend! Why can’t you just try as much as she does?”

Raising my eyebrows I faced away from him and began walking paces away from him “I don’t like her because your so perfect girlfriend told me to stop being friends with you” It was clear that Justin was not only baffled by what I just told him but from his shaking fingers that accompanied with his head he couldn’t believe this. “You have a fucking problem” Justin sighed and rubbed his temple

“Me have a problem? It was never an issue with us when she talked about my weight and your fans that treat me better that you” I shouted and walked towards the fridge to pull out a can of coke for me, Justin and the ungrateful hoe standing in the middle of the hallway alone.

“But she never said it y/n” argued Justin

“Let’s get this over and done with because Khalil is coming over for a chill session Justin”

Justin let out an exasperated sigh and called over Asia into the kitchen to the island for all of us to be faced with each other once again, “Asia you and y/n need to figure out your beef for me ok baby?”

Asia nodded and puckered her lips for Justin to kiss making me feel like the 3rd wheel in my own house but if this bitch wants to play  like that ok “Justin maybe to patch all my so called lies up why don’t we double date me, you, Avasia and Khalil?” I asked

“Asia y/n ayyy-shhh-aaa” smirked Asia crossing her arms with a sour expression

Justin smiled at the thought of proving to you that not only is Asia worthwhile but she isn’t a hater too, “Done deal y/n I’ll text you the date on the group chat I’m out”

Waving goodbye to Justin and Asia as they left the house I closed the door and focused on Khalil to talk things over. This was going to be fun.

Frenemies ch. 3

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A few days had passed since the system override. The lions were in better condition, and the crew was lucky enough to go without an attack for the time they were in repair. Most of the nights that had passed were filled with Keith and Lance at one or the other’s room, kissing and providing hand jobs and blow jobs.

There was always something to make it a little different. Once, Keith had, against every instinct, allowed Lance to dominate while Keith remained on his knees. And he watched his fuck buddy unravel completely, holding on to the power and control he’d been given. He had taken more control at that moment than Keith had ever seen him take in battle, and frankly, it was a bit of a turn on to be dominated.

Of course, it wasn’t like that had become his favorite thing. Keith’s pride still kept him from letting that happen again, instead suggesting other new things they could do. Keith had discovered an interesting praise kink in Lance, noting the way his enthusiasm heightened any time Keith moaned his name or unashamedly called out encouragements and agreements.

Lance, on the other hand, had taken advantage of Keith’s hair pulling kink, and indulged in his own biting one because each time Lance marked his skin with a hard bite, Keith seemed to lose all inhibitions. Still, they were careful to keep any physical evidence hidden.

Outside of their rooms, it was almost comical how it seemed nothing had changed. They argued, they snapped at each other, Lance’s sarcastic comments and Keith’s condescending remarks continued. Never enough to truly upset the other, but enough to where it seemed normal enough.

It wasn’t hard to keep it up. Lance was still childish and annoying and frustrating. And Keith was still aggressive and impulsive and short-tempered. They were still completely incompatible as people.

During another grueling team building exercise, it didn’t take long for Keith and Lance to start bickering again.

“Can’t you stop being an idiot for two seconds?” Keith snapped after their focus had been disrupted by one of Lance’s signature mega-burps. “Don’t you take anything seriously?”

“Jeez, relax,” he muttered. “You know, maybe you’d stop being so uptight if you just stopped being such a freaking workaholic all the time!”

“This is not a time to be goofing off!” he shouted back.

“Alright that’s enough, you two,” Shiro said tiredly. “I thought you were past this.”

“We would be, if he stopped being so immature,” Keith spat, glaring at Lance. It still astonished him that he could fall apart at his hands in the late hours of the night, but feel such burning frustration with him in daylight.

“Yeah, we’re only friends in battle,” Lance added, crossing his arms.

“This isn’t getting us anywhere,” Hunk said. “I’m starving, and now I can’t concentrate. Can we just take a break?” Shiro sighed and nodded, waving a tired hand in defeat. Hunk and Shiro walked away, but Pidge kept staring at Lance and Keith.

They hadn’t noticed, Keith busy checking his dagger and Lance checking the beds of his nails. Until she said, “If only you two could agree with each other during training as much as you do at night.”

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Burning (Peter Parker x Reader) Hogwarts AU

Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Part four of the Improper series

*Please don’t plagiarize my work, thank you :3*

Warnings: Umm… swearing. Wizard racism? Oh, and Peter being a hot little bitch. Yup. 

You sat alone on the fur rug in the empty Gryffindor common room, watching the flames in the fireplace flicker and steadily die down, almost melting into the scorched wood. All the others had gone to bed but you stayed, not bothering to check the time as it passed. Today was the end of the first week at Hogwarts, now your fifth year and today you had yet another fight with Peter. It was, as always over something stupid, but that didn’t stop you and him from arguing. The fight was over an article that the Daily Prophet published about spies in Hogwarts and the argument would have gone on for hours if Professor Binns hadn’t forced you two out of the classroom, raising his voice to tell you class was over twenty minutes ago. You had yelled that Peter was wrong. There were no spies in Hogwarts and the Prophet was only doing it to stir up tension. Like we don’t have enough of that already. You think bitterly. 

The last flame was blown out by a gust of wind from the open window, grey smoke rising from the fireplace. Peter’s angry face was stuck in your brain no matter how hard you tried to get rid of it. It wasn’t my fault. You think stubbornly. He was the one who kept talking. He provoked me! Your eyes stung, growing watery and you blinked twice to clear them. Wait, I almost never cry. What…

In your deep thoughts, you didn’t notice how the air around you grew dense and hot, almost blistering your skin. Smoke make your eyes water, but it wasn’t coming from the fireplace. Ugly gray clouds were floating into the common room through the open window, curling around the chandelier on the ceiling and drifting closer to the ground as more entered. You frowned and stood up, taking careful steps to avoid stumbling, as the smoke now clouded the room like fog, making it hard to see. Your eyes not only watered but now they burned, the smog growing thicker with every passing second. You stumbled over the corner of a chair, putting a hand over your mouth to stop from coughing and inhaling the smoke. The open window let moonlight stream into the common room but it was stopped short by the ugly smog.

When you reached it, you had half a mind to close the window and ignore what was happening outside. The view of the quidditch field looked normal, if a bit hazy, until you heard shouting and taunts of glee as someone roared “Incendio”. One of the viewing stands burst into flames and toppled over as the midsection gave away. You gasped but only inhaled more smoke, coughing and slapping a hand over your mouth and nose.

The teachers viewing stand was being covered in fire, the tendrils snaking up and swallowing it whole. You yelped and stumbled back when another spell was shot and it exploded on a goal post, flames dancing around the metal ring. Cheering erupted from below, just barely heard over the cracking of wood as another viewing stand came down, smashing on the burned grass.

You ran up the stairs of the boys dorm, throwing the door open so hard it almost broke the hinges. A few boys were jarred awake and stared at you, some muttering curses but most of them stayed asleep, rolling over to face away from you.

A mousy looking blond pulled the covers up to his chest, a pinched expression of annoyance on his face. “Hey, you can’t be in here.”

You payed him no attention and sprinted over to their window, opening it for a better view of the field and your breath caught in your throat. All round you the boys began to make disgusted faces because the smoke drifted in from the common room and the window. From this angle the quidditch field looked even worse, even the grass was ablaze and spreading.

“(Name), what are you doing?”

You whipped around to Peter’s voice, seeing him leaning against a bedpost, waving his hands around in an attempt to clear the smoke.

“The fire-It’s bloody everywhere!” You stutter, rushing to shake the rest of the boys awake. Tear were forcing themselves out of you, a reflex to the ashy air. “O-on the field, and t-the stands-there’s someone down there!

Your ran your fingers through your disheveled hair, a wild look in your eyes as you shut the window and ran for the stairs to the common room, ready to warn the girls. Peter grabbed your hand and jerked you back, sending you tumbling into him.

“What. Fire?” He asks steadily. At least he tried to sound calm, but the tremble in his voice was there.

“The f-field, it’s- I heard someone yell, a-and-” You doubled over in a coughing fit, your lungs searing hot and blistery. Peter pulled you back up, holding both your wrists with his hand. Your were too close. His fearful and panicked face was just inches from yours and for some stupid reason, you found it hard to think.

“There’s someone on the field?”

You nod once, flushing red when you felt his ragged breaths so close to you. Stop it. I just fought with him earlier today. Now is not the time for this. That snapped you out of your thoughts and you pulled out of his grasp, backing away to the stairs.

“I have to warn the others.” You say, already one foot out. “Peter you have to get them out.”

He just stood there, also red in the face, staring at you with a mystified expression. Your eyebrows furrowed. “NOW!”

Peter jolted out of his trance as you turned and ran to the girls dorm, more confident than before.

“There’s a fire on the quidditch field! Everyone out unless you want to suffocate!”

The girls got up more hurriedly, sensing the true panic in you and sniffing the air, detecting the smoke. The Fat Lady looked overwhelmed when students streamed out of her portrait, meeting a disgruntled Professor Rogers in the hall.

“Everyone follow me!” He yells, turning around and briskly walking in the direction of the courtyard. Professor Romanoff and her Slytherins turned the corner and almost run into Professor Rogers.

“Minerva ordered all teachers to take the students to the courtyard.” She locked eyes with Professor Rogers, her eyes showed utmost shame. “Steve, the Prophet was right.”

Professor Rogers motioned for his students to follow and walked alongside Professor Romanoff as they whispered to each other. You tore to the front, nearest to the two professors, the mention of the Daily Prophet catching your undivided attention.

“-I saw them Steve!”

“Natasha it’s going to be alright. If we can get the kids to safety-”

Professor Romanoff came to a sudden halt and you almost head butted her back. “You have no idea how bad this is!” She hissed, bristling visibly. “At the same time as the fucking Prophet published another one of their rubbish stories? It’s like they knew. They knew it was the right time! When the Ministry finds out they’ll fall the blame on me-”

“Not right now, Natasha.” Professor Rogers whispers urgently, nudging her to keep walking. Professor Romanoff stomps forward even faster than before, muttering things. Both the Slytherins and Gryffindors looked panic stricken, struggling to catch up with the long steps of their heads of houses.

Professor Romanoff barely stepped a foot on the cobblestone of the courtyard when a jet of blue light streaked past her right ear, hitting the stone pillar behind her. It exploded into thousands of pieces, scattering on the floor. Kids shrieked and screamed at the unforeseen explosion. Professor Romanoff and Rogers ducked and drew their wands out of nowhere. Professor Rogers held his arm back to stop his students.

“Stop! Don’t fire!”

Professor Banner sprinted from the courtyard followed by the Ravenclaws.

“They’ve surrounded the land! There’s nowhere to go,” He panted out. “Minerva said to get them to the dungeons.”

Then he ran, his Ravenclaws sprinting after him. Professors Rogers and Romanoff shadowed his actions, hoarding their students with them.

“We’re going to die.” Inigo says hysterically. “The Death Eaters and their kids are gonna kill us.”

“Shut your mouth!” You snap. “The Prophet could be wrong yet.”

“The Prophet is right!” Inigo cries out. “What does it take to get it into your thick head that You-Know-Who’s old followers are recruiting? Traitorous, manky little b-!”

“Shut up Inigo.” Peter barks, appearing at his friend’s side. “She helped get us out of the tower, that’s worth something.”

“I don’t care!” Inigo shrieks, pointing to you. “She’s been helping the Slytherins, I know it! Pull her sleeve up, I’d bet there’s a Dark Mark!”

“Steve, can’t you keep your students under control?” Professor Romanoff seethes through clenched teeth. As soon as she finished her sentence, someone’s cold scream came from down the hall.

“Avada Kedavra!”

Professor Romanoff raised her wand before you could even think to react. “Protego!”

The students scattered like ants being stomped on. You ran to the hoard of Slytherins sprinting to the quidditch field and grabbed Abigail’s hand, pulling her back.

“Don’t go to the field you idiot!” You yell at her, pulling her down another hallway.

“We have to! The Hufflepuffs are cornered there! Stella’s-”

“What?” You shriek. “The field was burning! Why would Stella follow them?”

Another streak of green flew past Abigail’s head. You skidded across the smooth floor, swiveling on your heel. A group of people in black hoods and masks appeared in a burst of dark light, their wands pointed at you.

It was Abigail’s turn to pull at your arm, both of you breaking into a sprint to get outside. “Shit, go back!”

More green light illuminated the corridor as you and Abigail ducked in an attempt to avoid the blast.

“P-Protego!” Abigail burst out, carelessly aiming behind her. The killing spells stopped, shattered by the invisible shield she cast. You raced to the courtyard, people in black cloaks closing in from all sides. What unnerved you the most is they didn’t chase after you. The Death Eaters walked forward slowly, whipping their wand as they wordlessly fired jinxed and curses at running students. A group of staff members and students were standing in a circle in the middle of the courtyard, hurling spells at the advancing Death Eaters. You fired a body bind hex at one of the taller figures. They collapsed to the ground, arms and legs pinned to their sides.

The most powerful Death Eater was dueling Professor Banner and Nurse Maximoff at the same time, flicking their wand in long, lazy movements. With one more spell, he blasted both staff members back, sending their bodies skidding across the floor.

“ENOUGH!” He roared, his voice impossibly deep and fractured by the mask. Death Eaters and students alike stopped fighting in sheer shock. He cackled like an insane asylum patient, unafraid despite having at least twenty wands pointed at him. “I’ve only come to collect the willing. They know who they are.”

You wanted to cruciate him then and there, to end it all now, but you couldn’t.  Do it! Your brain yelled. Do it now! Stop him! Nothing happened for a moment. Everyone was standing there, all had their wands raised, all on high alert. And then- a seventh year boy stepped out of the circle, calmly moving around Professor Rogers like it was nothing. Without hesitation, he stopped at the side of the man who yelled. A dark haired girl standing right next to Professor Romanoff walked forward, ignoring the gasp from the red headed professor. She had her head low, presumably from fear, or maybe humiliation for being called out in front of her head of house.

The powerful Death Eater jabbed his wand under the girl’s chin, forcing her to look up at the betrayal on the faces of her peers.

“There isn’t anything to be ashamed of, child.” The man spoke softly to her but you assumed he was addressing everyone there. He was honeyed and appealing, a dark and dangerously persuasive undertone to him. “Your parents would be proud to know their girl joined the cause.”

“I know of the suffering the Slytherin house had endured,” He boomed, grave and stoic. “My message to you is this. Do not try to earn the trust of the other houses. They aren’t worthy! They aren’t purebloods! They don’t understand the power that you have at your fingertips!”

“Join me,” He says, quieter but even more alluring. “We can rid the world of weakness and dirty blood…together.”

The Death Eater flicks his wand one last time and disappears in a burst of dark magic along with his followers, the boy and the girl who stepped out. Abigail is unable to move but at the same time is shaking next to you. You don’t know if it’s from fear, hurt or shame that her own housemates betrayed the school. Your body is still frozen but the gears of your mind are whirling at impossible speed. You lean closer to her ear.

“Hide,” You whisper, clutching her hand. “Find Erin, Keira and hide.”

She stares at you with wide, horror stricken eyes. “W-Why?”

“The Gryffindors’ll kill you, Abby.” You whisper back, quivering ever so much. The other students were beginning to wake from the terror induced stupor and you were getting jumpy. “He-he took Slytherins. He made you the b-bad guy. Please, please hide.”

She gives you a solemn look and nods before racing off in a random direction.

“Hey-where is she going?” Inigo screeches, preparing to run after Abigail. You grab the edge of his robe and throw him to the ground. The teachers look too occupied with treating hexed students to care.

“Don’t you dare follow her you git!” You spit, your nostrils flaring. Inigo hops up looking murderous. You shrink back on instinct. Oh Merlin, what’ve I done.

“Inigo, stop.”

Peter steps between the two of you like a shield. “The teachers are here. They’ll see you.”

Any forgiveness or good nature you felt for him melted from your heart. You wanted to yell and scream, to punch Peter in his stupidly perfect face but the energy was gone. His words were so heartless, like he forgot all the times you were his friend. The corners of your mouth twitched, preparing to fight back but nothing was said. The same freezing numbness that came when you saw him was heightened, making you shiver despite the abnormally hot night air. You gave him one last look of miserable look and spun around on your heel, running the same way Abigail went.

For a month now you kept passing the house elves scrubbing away a spray painted message on the castle walls. They varied from the side of those who wanted to join the Death Eaters, to those who said they were going to hunt down all the people who will betray Hogwarts. Some talked of riots and wanting to kick out Half Bloods, and others declared that Slytherin should be cast out of the school. Every time, you hugged the books tighter to your chest and avoided looking at the spray painted notes. Muttering broke out in the crowd surrounding the courtyard as you passed it to get to Professor Xu’s class. You would have kept walking but a loud, collective gasp rippled through the students, seizing your notice.

The crowd became silent as loud coughing echoed across the courtyard. You stepped into the mess, slinking your way around the countless bodies. In the center, wheezing into a white handkerchief, was Professor McGonagall, her face the color of the feathers on a snowy owl. Nurse Maximoff had a reassuring hand on her shoulder while Professor Odinson helped carry heavy suitcases down the steps from the Clock Tower. A tall man with brown, slicked back hair and an overly pointy nose stood stiffly next to them, hands clasped around a piece of parchment.

“Do not fear, children,” The tall man was saying. “Your dear Professor is not in mortal danger. She is, however, sick to the point where her duty as headmistress is an uncalled for obstacle preventing her from attaining health.”

Professor Stark shot the man a glare from where he was standing next to Nurse Maximoff. More muttering ensued, followed by some disgruntled yelled objections. Professor McGonagall raised the hand that held her handkerchief to shut everyone up.

“It’s going to be alright,” She says hoarsely. “My not being headmistress should not stop the school from functioning properly. When the Ministry recommended my… ah, demise, they unanimously chose the same wizard. Headmaster Cordell was more than happy to accept their recommendation and-”

“How come Professor Fury can’t take your place?” Someone in the crowd shouts. Her question sparked a new wave of protest.

“He was Deputy Headmaster! He’s supposed to take over!” A boy’s high pitched voice yells. More shouting from the crowd.

“That’s enough,” The new headmaster projects, his voice so loud the professors all jump, and McGonagall actually winces. “The Ministry has decreed that I am the new headmaster and I assure you the school is in good hands! It is my impression that Hogwarts has gone mad with these petty rivalries between houses, and I plan to end that!”

He drops the sternness for a half smile and a silky, sympathetic tone. “The school’s function will go on as usual, even if your beloved headmistress must go.”

The new headmaster gives Professor Odinson a pointed look. The professor narrows his eyes but picks up the rest of McGonagall’s luggage and begins to trudge through the students who part to make way. Nurse Maximoff’s brows are furrowed but her eyes are glassed over as she leads McGonagall through the path Professor Odinson created. Younger students tug pitifully at McGonagall’s robe, pleading that she stay. Older kids refuse to see her leave, choosing instead to look the other way. You don’t feel tears form in your eyes but another heavy weight is placed on your shoulder, them already being permanently hunched over.

Long after everyone shuffles away, you are still standing there, rooted in place. You stare at the same place where the man stood. She’s not coming back. You tell yourself. McGonagall isn’t going to come back.

“They’ve been sacked.” Keira announces during a trip to the Three Broomsticks, sitting down at the table across from you. “Professor Odinson and Professor Stark are gone.”

Erin chokes on her butterbeer. You slap her on the back to clear her airways. “H-how?” She exclaims, struggling to get the words out.

“The hell you mean, ‘how’?” Keira says furiously, but it wasn’t directed at Erin. “They were kicked out of the school! Dismissed, fired, laid off! The question is why?”

“They were too close to McGonagall,” You offer, drumming your fingers on the table. “That’s the rumor that’s going ‘round, anyway. Headmaster Cordell’s hired a bunch of new guys, and they all look like convicts.”

Abigail sits down on the bar stool next to you, her eyes wide and her stance skittish. “Professor Banner’s been sacked too.” She mumbles, her face a shocked, unmoving mask. “Headmaster Cordell came in to see how he was teaching and started asking so many questions. And Banner-well you know how he has his little episodes. He kinda freaked out, started muttering things. Had to rush out before he exploded.”

She stared at her drink, her eyes growing unfocused. “Banner kept saying the same thing, over and over again. ‘It’s happening again, it’s happening again.’”

“I know what he means,” Michelle says, swirling her butterbeer around the glass. “You remember when Binns was talking about the lawful year in 1995? When Dolores Umbridge took over and made all those changes?”

“But he-he can’t!” Stella blurted. “Come on, let’s stay positive. What is the chance that Headmaster Cordell will actually change everything? Almost none! Sure, he’s creepy, but that means nothing!”

“Fine, we can be positive.” You say, taking a swig of butterbeer. “Let’s talk about something else?”

“Sure,” Michelle deadpans. “How’ve things with Peter been?”

All the girls groan and roll their eyes at the same time while you resist the urge to repeatedly hit your head on the table. Instead, you rested your head in your hand and looked out the window of the Three Broomsticks. You were still hopeful. Yes, it was true at the time. Looking back, you had no idea how badly things would escalate from that point on. And if you did know, maybe you wouldn’t have chosen to stay at Hogwarts another year. 

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montparnassee  asked:

Okay but did Eponine and Cosette set Jehan and Montparnasse up on a blind date

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Montparnasse was pretty sure that Eponine and Cosette finally getting together was the last seal required to spark off Armageddon. It had to be. Otherwise why else would Eponine act so weird? His roommate had been replaced by some permanently and frankly creepy smiling being who spent her time on the phone giggling like a middle schooler who’d drunk half a glass of apple cider. Montparnasse had heard her sing this morning, for fuck’s sake! Something had fallen apart in the fabric of the universe, and Montparnasse was trapped in the uncanny valley.

And honestly, he could have dealt with their syrupy lovey-dovey bullshit if they didn’t actively try to drag him into their cult. Now that they knew the bliss of young love, Cosette and Eponine had convinced each other that Montparnasse needed to be infected with the same ailment. They couldn’t have been more wrong.

Montparnasse didn’t date. It was a principle of his. So when Eponine ambushed him in a stereotypical Parisian café on a fine Saturday afternoon, Montparnasse’s first reflex was to flee towards the nearest exit.

“You haven’t even met them yet! They would be perfect for you!” Eponine protested, hooking her arm around his to stop him in his flight.

“I’m pretty sure this violate the Geneva convention,” Montparnasse grunted, fighting against her grip.

How dare she set him up like this! It was too early for him to deal with that kind of bullshit and she knew it! He should have known something was up when she texted him to meet at a café. Eponine was a bar person, not a café person. Jesus, why did every person in a relationship thought they had to “fix” single people into an item?

“Come on, what do you have to lose?”

“My time,” Montparnasse answered flatly.

Having a good enough hold on him, Eponine started dragging Montparnasse away from the exit back towards the main room. A reluctant cat on a leash would have been more cooperative. Oh, he could have escaped, if he had really put an effort into it. But what would have been the point? If he fled now, Eponine would find other sneaky ways to trick him into going on a date, sooner or later. Might as well get it over with now, once and for all. But he wouldn’t give in to her without putting up a fight first.

“Look at it this way: worst case scenario, you waste twenty little minutes. Best case scenario, you get laid. It’s honestly not that big of a deal.”

“I don’t need you to get laid,” Montparnasse groaned between his teeth.

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hands off | stiles stilinski x reader

Originally posted by brittanny-infinity


written by: rosie

edited by: emma

anonymous said: if you’re still doing teen wolf, can you do #55 with stiles? love your stuff, keep up the amazing work!

prompt: 55- “don’t you dare lay a finger on her”

chapter song: rollin / khalid

warnings: slight swearing, little smut? drunkness.

parties were a must do in beacon hills, it was a friday night and what better to do then to spend the night drinking cheap booze and dancing with your best friends?

i was trapped in lydia’s room with allison drinking cheap wine as we all crowd around her mirror applying makeup and trying on several different outfits.

the two girls both had boys to impress, not that they really needed the excuse to get dressed up. allison was with isaac now and lydia with aiden leaving me single, as always.

not that i didn’t mind, beacon hills was overflowing with eye candy and i liked to browse.

i twirl in the mirror sighing as i change once more throwing the clothes in a pile on the floor.

“what does one where to a glow rave?” i huff trying on yet another shirt.

allison looks up mascara wand in hand, “im wearing a high waisted skirt and a bralette- wear white it works better”

“oh and leave plenty of skin exposed- yano so your boys can paint all over your body” lydia chirps winking at me.

“leave me alone, just because i don’t have a boy” i moan rolling my eyes as i slip on a high waisted pair of jean shorts that seemed to not leave much to the imagination.

“yes wear those” lydia confirms smacking my butt lightly causing us all to laugh.

“anyway we all know everyone’s after you- what about little liam?” allison teases standing from her spot in front of the mirror.

“baby scott? the beta? no thanks he’s practically a child” i tut shaking my head as i throw a loose fitting shirt over my bralette.

“your not wearing that shirt to the party right?- and what about stiles” lydia offers a slight smirk twitching onto her lips.

i blush slightly tucking a loose piece of hair behind my ear “um no im not- ill take it off once im inside” i try and avoid the question

“and stiles?” allison presses running the wand over her eyelashes pausing to glance at my already rosy cheeks.

“i-um- there nothing going on between stiles and i” i finish my voice shaking as i bend over to lace up my chucks

“oh c’mon you both have been fawning over each other since second grade” lydia tuts ruffling with her hair before reaching for her glass.

“i have not” i defend glancing at my appearance in the mirror, i didn’t look half bad. 

i smile slyly to myself, maybe lydia was right, maybe the tall dangus of a boy had the same insane feelings you’ve had for him since you first meet him in the sandbox.

lydias phone beeps as we pull ourselves together to leave downing whatever left in our glasses, “he’s out front lets go”.

we all follow lydia down the steps and out front to meet aide and ethan in they car, all toothy werewolf grins.

it didn’t take long for us to reach derek’s loft, you wondered how danny and your best friends had managed to convince the rather intimidating and broody hale man to give up his man cave to a bunch of underaged teens.

never the less you were excited that it ant another one of lydia’s parties, you were over throwing up in her toilet bowl as miss martin scowls at me.

we pull into the parking lot and you can hear the soft rumble of the bass, the lights already pulsing through the large window pane, “this better be good” i mumble as i follow my friends up.

after pulling the door open we’re greeted by the smell of booze and sweaty bodies as everyone seems to be painted up, the music blaring. we push through the crowd until we find scott.

allison tugs on my arm and pulls me toward her, noticing lydia seemed to have ducked off already.

“I’m going to find issaac will you be okay?” she shouts but i can’t seem to hear her “WHAT?” i yell back

she goes to respond but were push apart from the crowd and I’m sent hurling toward the floor colliding with a body on my way down.

“fuck fuck fuck” i cuss rolling myself off the body and clasping my head.

“oh my god I’m sorry” the hand lifts me up the light catching on his face to reveal stiles.

i let out a laugh shaking my head back and forth

“well what do we have here, clutz” i tease watching the boy stand upright reaching for my hand.

“coming from the queen of clutzville” grabbing his hand he pulls me upright a goofy smile plastered on his face.

he watches as i glance around looking for my girls but coming up empty.

he senses my nervousness

“everything okay? where’s the rest of the musketeers?”

i shrug running a shaky hand through my hair, looking up to the boy as he shoves his hands into his pockets, it was his tell.

he was nervous too

we stand in front of each other for awhile, in silence as the bass thumps around us the sweaty boxing us in closer to each other.



we both let out a giggle, my hands shielding his eyes from my blushed cheeks as we both try and erupt into conversation at the same time.

“you first” i smile as we both settle from our laughter.

“i- i think you look really beautiful- and there’s something i’ve been meaning to tell you-”

i step closer trying to hear him over the loud speakers

“what’d you say?” i yell

“i said there’s something i’ve been meaning to tell you” he yells back speaking directly into my ear

i smile, tucking my hair behind my ear ready to hear his response.

“i-” he was cut off by scotts booming voice


i roll my eyes laughing as the boy throws his arms around the both of us, stiles shrugging away as scott’s ruined wherever moment we had.

“god mccall you stink of tequila” i complain trying to hold the alpha upright without struggling.

i spot the other girls and i quickly excuse myself skipping over to the girls, whom are already covered in paint.

“thanks for flaking on me!”

“why do you still have your shirt on!!! and where’s your paint!” allison yells at me whining.

i roll my eyes and pull my shirt off over my head


aiden & isaac starting whistling giving me the worst case of blush.

“shudupppp!” i complain covering my face with my hands, everyone giggling as the alcohol starts to make it’s way into our blood streams.

“here you need a drink” lydia hands me a red solo cup and i grimace as i smell the vodka, but none the less i knock it back. everyone cheering.

i feel a warm hand on my shoulder and i turn as rest of the pack boys walk over with malia & kira.

the newest werewolf at the front a smirk on his face as his eyes rake their way over my exposed body, his hand still on my shoulder.

lydia nudges my shoulder, pushes me toward the beta.

“need something beta?” i sass clicking my tongue.

scott hits his shoulder playfully everyone seemingly drunk already, bunch of lightweights.

“as i matter of fact i do” he retorts, his words starting to muddle as he steps closer moving his hand down to my waist.

“not on the menu for you dunbar”

mason holds back a chuckle as he watches his bestfriend get rejected again from the girl his been fawning over since he transferred at beacon hills.

liam rolls his eyes slightly swaying almost falling only to be caught by mason.

“maybe you should stick to the juice boxes”

i smile allison giving me a playful ass smack as encouragement.

looking past the laughing group i watch as stiles walks toward the exit to the loft, without thinking twice i grab scotts beer and rush toward stiles.


i grab his hand a tug him toward me preventing him from leaving.

“where’d you think your going stilinski!”

he licks his lips trying to find an excuse as he mouth opens and closes, no words falling out. only the pure expression of him checking me out.

i tug him toward the painting station knowing he had no real excuse to leave.

i was going to make him stay no matter what. i had a little liquid confidence now so i needed to know what he was going to say before we were interrupted.

fucking scott mccall .

we stop in front of the paint and one of the boys smiles at me as they hand over the paint walking away from the two of us.

i turn forward finding stiles still looks frustrated.

“you really don’t see how they look at you do you?” he admits deflated.

i sigh but he continues

“liam’s totally into you and not to mention everyone else that has a brain i-”

“do you want to talk about liam and boys that want to get into my pants or do you want to paint my body? tick tick stilinski”

he nods, his adam’s apple bopping as he steps toward the paint as he reaches for a brush.

i smack his hand grabbing onto his wrist as i dip his hand into the paint, removing it quickly and in one swift motion placing his wet hand on my bare ass.

i can feel his hot breath on my neck as he stammers to for a sentence.

“don’t use a brush” i whisper dipping my finger in paint.

he removes his hand quickly and i turn so he can see his hand work before turning to face him again.

“are you going to take your shirt off so we’re even?” i bargain as he stares blankly down at my chest.

he fumbles with the back of his shirt and pulls it over his head as i start attacking his chest with paint, as he does the same with me.

i or the final touches on the swirls on stiles chest and put a little on my lips pressing them to his check leaving a neon organs lip stain.

“what did you want to tell me?” i ask eagerly, stepping closer to him


im pulled away from stiles by lydia and allison and dragged toward and open space to start dancing.

i smile as khalid fills the speakers, spinning around i let my body move to the beat singing along with the tune as the girls and i dance on each other.

it didn’t take too long for aiden and isaac to find us, making their way over to their respective girlfriends as they start dancing along with us.

i feel someone’s gaze on me and i turn quickly, catching a incredibly gorgeous boy checking me out.

i continue to dance as he edges closer spinning me around so i had room to grind into his hips.

harmless dancing, that’s what i was.

i pushed back against him letting my hips move against his, his body’s starting to roam all over my body.

“theo!” i snap out of my daze when stiles rushes over peeling me off him “don’t you dare lay a finger on her

“c'mon stilinski don’t be jealous now” he chuckles reaching his hand out toward me.

“she’d never go for a guy like you” he teases

i turn to the boy in disgust as stiles tries to make a run for it, i grab his arm and pull him into the body. sending us both off balance.

“what are you doing?” he speaks into my ear as i turn my back pressed against his chest.

“showing theo who’s the real alpha male” i begin to dance into stiles the boy seemingly stiff not knowing how to react.

“just relax and move to the beat” i mutter moving my hair to one side as his hot breathe fans my neck as we move in sync.

i turn and wrap my arms around his neck pressing my lips against his, he kisses back instantly slipping his tongue in before his hands slip down under my thighs lifting me up.

“let’s get out of here” you mumble against his lips as he nods backing away from the groups and toward the balcony. still atched to his waist.

i squeal playfully as the cold wind hits my exposed skin, stiles resting my ass down on the cold balcony edge.

“i swear to god stilinski you better not let me fall”

i cling to him as we both chuckle coming down from our high.

“so what was it that you wanted to tell me?” i ask curiosity taking over me.


he was cut off when the door swings open revealing a drunk scott in the arms of kira. she hauls him toward the edge as he throws chunks over the balcony.

“what a mood killer” stiles mumbles gently lifting me from the edge so im safely on the ground so he can tend to his best friend.

i wrap my arms around my body trying to keep myself warm, regretting on ditching my jacket at lydia’s place.

scott continues to throw up, stiles and kira kneeling next to him for support. but the two looked as pale as anything and i knew they couldn’t stomach the scene.

i wonder over to stiles placing my hand on his shoulder.

“go get him some water, ill look after him- and kira find him a towel?”

kira scrambles up and off into the party, stiles reluctantly wanting to leave

“i can stay with him-”

i place my hand on his head

“stiles i know you hate vomit- go inside get some water we’ll be okay”

he nods disappearing through the door as i haul scott up letting him lean against the glass plane.

“throwing up in front of your date? real smooth scotty” i tease rubbing the boys back as the vomit starts to subside.

we move toward the couch as he falls limp into the soft cushions, the same time as the music inside suddenly stopped the yelling of an anger derek hale echoing through the loft.

guess he wasn’t okay with the party after all

the door busts open and stiles struggles through the opening a pale look on his face.

i laugh and him and take the water from his hand giving it to scott before taking stiles hand and leading him over toward the edge of the balcony.

“tell me”

“oh derek just got-”

“no stiles, what have you been trying to tell me all night” i mutter hope in my tone.

“oh that um i um- that thing i wanted to tell you-” he stutters nervously

“yes” i giggle begging him to continue

“well uh- wow- i just- ever since i met you i um-”

scott let’s out a long groan “stiles-”

i turn to face the boy

“Scott McCall i swear to god if you interrupt him one more time i swear to god i will make you into a rug!”

i turn and face stiles

“where were we?”

he grabs my cheeks and presses his soft lips to mine, slow & passionate.

“i think im in love with you” he exhales resting his forehead against my own.

“i think im in love with you too stilinski”

our moment was short lived with the sound of projectile vomit behind us.

“that fucking best friend of yours” i complain

causing him to laugh,

“i know his a pain in the ass”

“you both are” i retort.

“-but you are my pain in the ass”.

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Safe Place (Anthony Ramos/Bullied!Short!Reader)

a request from @dianaftop !!!

They requested three fics: this is one of them!

dianaftop: on the Anthony Ramos x reader, the reader (me lol) meets Anthony in school while she was being bullied, because of the readers height. 

so here it is !!!!

hope you enjoy !!!

pssst I had to look up what a school day in America is like because I live in little old Wales ^^

also I used the name Annalise for a bully because I know a really horrible girl with that name so if that’s your name just replace it okay? :)

Safe Place (Anthony Ramos/Short!Bullied!Reader)

The school bell rings at 8:30, announcing yet another 7 hours of torture from your peers. You ttake a deep breath, steeling yourself up, and open the door. You groan as you see the crowd filling the hallway, all much taller than you. People are barging into you left, right and center, when all you wanted was to get to your locker!

Finally, you arrive at your locker - locker number 46 - and you freeze up as you notice something.

Scrawled across the metal door was a variety of insults.



Nobody likes you!

Just go die already, midget!



You look down at the floor, not wanting to let any of your abusers see how they had affected you. The corridor slowly empties as everyone leaves to homeroom, leaving you alone to cry silently. 

Quiet footsteps begin tapping down the hall and you involuntarily flinch, even though you know that your bullies would normally have shouted out to you by now.

The footsteps come to a halt beside you, and you turn away from the person, snivelling.

“Hey,” A hand rests on your shoulder. “Are you…okay? Is this your locker?”

The voice, a guy, was nice. Soothing. You unconsciously lean towards him, towards his hand.

“Yeah. This is my locker.” You whisper hoarsely.

“Look at me.” The guy says gently. You reluctantly tear your eyes away from the floor and-

Oh. He’s attractive, You think, and silently curse yourself in your head for noticing that when you’re upset. 

It was true though. A puff of curly brown hair, tied back in a low ponytail, sat atop a smiling, freckled face in a way that could only be described as cute. Cute in both a hot and an adorable way. He wore a deep blue polo-neck and tan trousers, and you stifled a smile when you saw a woven leather bracelet with a -was that a turtle?- charm around his wrist.

“My name is Anthony. Anthony Ramos. I’m new here.” He introduces himself, keeping one hand on your shoulder but offering his other hand to you.

“…(Name) (Last Name).” You mumble, shaking his hand. He surprises you by raising your hand to his lips to kiss. You flush bright red. Who even does that any more? You think, but you can’t say you didn’t like it.

“Now, why would anyone bully such a cute girl?” Anthony asks, cocking his head in puzzlement. You blush even brighter. Surely he was messing with you?

“…I don’t know. I guess I’m an easy target because I’m short and un-intimidating.” Your voice trembles on this. You let out a noise of shock when Anthony pulls you into a tight hug, resting his chin on your head.

“…You can cry if you want. I don’t judge.” He murmurs. The waterworks start and you bury your face into his chest as the tears start flowing freely. Anthony holds you and rocks you as you continue crying quietly. When you’re finished, he fishes a small pack of tissues out of his pocket and hands you one. You sniffle lightly.

“Why did you comfort me? I’m just a stranger.” You ask shakily. To your surprise, Anthony blushes and struggles to find the words.

“I…I don’t like seeing other people upset…but I thought you were really pretty so I really wanted to wipe away your sadness.” He stutters. He takes a deep breath and smiles at you. “Hey - I think we’ve pretty much missed Homeroom, so we may as well get to first lesson. What d'you have?”

“Um.” You pull your planner from your bag and squint at it. “Intermediate Theatre Arts with Mrs Miller.”

“Eyo! Same here!” He grins, a dimple in his cheek popping. “You’ll have to show me the ropes.”

You find it in yourself to smile at him. “I’d love to.”

Over time, Anthony became close friends with a group of people in your theatre class, Lin, Leslie, Renee, Jasmine, Phillipa, Daveed and Oak. However, you stayed his best friend all throughout the year. You were inseparable. He was always helping you, with your bullies, with your friendships, and even when you got into a fight with your mother halfway through the year, he let you stay with him and his family until you made up. He even took you to prom when nobody else would, despite Jasmine’s blatant crush on him and her hinting that she wanted to go with him. There was only one thing you didn’t confide in him with.


You know how cliche it is, but over the year, you managed to fall in love with Anthony. He was so sensitive, smart and kind that how could you not love him?

Now, on the final stretch of your final year, graduation is looming, and you still haven’t told hI’m.

Wednesday, last period. Music.

“Yo!” Your lanky, over-the-top best-friend-turned-crush sidles up behind you with his guitar on his back and wraps his arms around your neck in an affectionate, backwards hug. You smile and pat his hand.

“Hey, Ant. My freckled babe.” You tease. This was a joke between you two, in which you would call each other babe because you were so close and people thought you were dating.

“Hiya, babes.” He boops your nose. “What’s my favourite girl working on now?” He asks, reaching out to grab your music. You quickly snatch it out of his grasp.

“Uh-uh. I don’t think so.” You wiggle a finger at him. “It’s a surprise.“ 

“Aw.” Anthony pouts. “Can’t I see it? I’m your best friend.” He whines. You giggle.

“Like I said, it's a surprise, silly!" 

"Awww…okay.” He scrunches his nose up and shakes his head to get his curls out of his vision. “I’ll see you later.” He kisses your cheek, causing you to splutter unintelligibly.

He takes his guitar over to the far corner where nobody else is and begins strumming, focusing completely on the guitar. You watch him for a while. Every now and then he’ll look up, make a disgruntled expression and shake his head, muttering under his breath.

“Hey, Shortbus.” You hear, before a hand tugs on your hair and pulls your head back.

“Ah-ow!” You wince and look up. One of the school bullies, Annalise, is smirking down at you with a smug expression. 

“Aw, has the little midget got a cruuuush? Sorry, sweetie, but he’s way out of your league.” She cooes in a horrible tone. 

“Leave me alone, Annalise.” You mutter, but she scowls and yanks your hair again.

“I don’t think so. Now.” She glances at your music sheets. “What are these? Are you writing a song for lover boy?” Her eyes glitter as she swipes up your sheets and reads them. You gasp and reach out to grab them back, protesting. She glares at you, a cruel smile curling her lip. “Are you kidding? These songs are so cringy, Shortbus. Helpless?  The hell kind of song name is that?” She giggles.

“Annalise…” You beg. “Please, leave me alone.”

Annalise laughs. “Hell no. I’m going to go and show these to Anthony.”

“No-no no, please!” You plead, staring up at her. “Please!”

She smirks and sashays over to Anthony, saying something to him in a low voice and showing him your sheet music, the piece of your heart that you had poured into this song.

Anthony grabs the sheet off of her, eyes scanning every line. Annalise smiles triumphantly in your direction.

You expect an upset expression to cross Anthony’s face, for him to look disturbed, disgusted.

You do not expect his face to form into the widest smile you have ever seen. You do not expect for him to look this happy.

He looks up at you, halfway across the room, eyes alight and hopeful.

The bell rings, and you stand up quickly, trying to exit the room before anyone else. However - just your luck, some of the class gets out before you and you feel a hand grasp your wrist, keeping you behind.

Everyone leaves the room, including the teacher, and you’re stuck standing with Anthony holding onto your wrist. You sigh and turn to him.

“Anthony…” You begin.

“I love you!” He blurts out, and you freeze.

“I…what?” You look up at him in astonishment, and hope.

“I love you, so much. Please…was that song that Annalise showed me written for me?” He asks, eyes pleading. A slow, steady smile crosses your face.

“Yes.” You whisper, and Anthony lets out a loud whoop of laughter and pulls you close. “Anthony-”

“I love you, I love you, I love you!” He giggles into your hair, and you let out a short burst of laughter.

“I love you too!” You thread your fingers through his hair and laugh, burying your face into his shoulder. "I can’t believe that Annalise…was trying to bring a rift between us…but she failed and just brought us closer together!“ You say breathlessly.

Anthony pulls back from the hug and looks down at you, studying your expression. He seems to be deliberating something before he mumbles "To hell with it,” and crashes his lips onto yours. You gasp into the kiss and pull yourself closer to him, thumb caressing his cheek.

The kiss is short and sweet, and he pulls back with a laugh. “I’m your safe place.” He says.

Build Up: A Criminal Minds Fan-fiction

Featuring: Emily Prentiss x Female Reader

Warnings: SMUT

Requested by: Anonymous

“ Can you write a fic where Emily and her wife has sex in her office after the reader spent the day sexually teasing her? Thanks.💜💕”

Image from deadline.com

A/N: This got a little more domEmily than I intended…

Leaving for work before Emily was hard to do, she was so dedicated. She and the team had flown in late the night before, so she had given herself and the BAU the morning off. Watching her sleep was a peaceful start to your day, but when she rolled over the lace of her nightgown pinched her breasts in such a way. You had to, they were right there and beautiful, but you resisted. Em needed her sleep.

As you finished your morning routine, Emily dozed on. You left a little note by the fresh pot of coffee you made and headed in for a long day of spin classes and your regular trainee appointments.

I could barely keep my hands off of you this morning. You’re lucky I am a nice wife and let you sleep.

Texting Emily in between classes was habit, teasing her was a new endeavor. You cringed at how pushy you sounded, but prayed the tech gods would grant mystery to your words and somehow they would be sexy. Emily’s reply pointed to your requested blessings.

How do you think I felt walking in on you last night? I should make you wear something to bed once in a while. This sleeping nude is very distracting.

The speed of her reply jump started your confidence, but you knew how to keep her waiting. You texted a kissing emoji and continued to the next studio. Emily would have to wait for a solid retaliation.

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marambl  asked:

For the writing prompts, perhaps 47? (For Jon/Sansa of course ❤️)

“When I picture myself happy… It’s with you.”

Sansa pulls her cardigan around her stomach and takes a deep breath, one which seems to rattle in her lungs, shaky and shallow. There’s a chill in the air, the sun just finished sinking below the horizon, and the light on the porch is that dusky shade of blue where the night seems to stretch and fade but never end. Sansa watches the house across the road, the warm glow of light from their windows, and feels a deep desire to join them, break into whatever banal evening she’s sure they’re having; take a seat at their happy family dinner, slide onto their sofa, subsume herself into their lives instead. Anything but go back inside to the dinner party still chattering on behind her. 

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(Not) Sorry

Based on this. (@crazypantsjewels)

Somebody kill me.

Tony groaned into what was probably a pillow. His body hurt everywhere, shoulders stiff and back screaming in hellish pain. For a brief moment, it felt like those times in Afghanistan, where he had all but a nice and dusty floor to sleep on, but the warm leg twisted over his accompanied by soft snoring rushed the panic away before it could even peek out.

“Friday, remind me why I made the terrible decision of sleeping on this horrid couch,” he grumbled. His joints screeched at him as he sat up. I. Am. Old.

“Because you and Mr. Parker decided to play Mario Kart at 11:07 pm and fell asleep at 3:42 am, right before your character was thrown off Rainbow Bridge.”

Oh, right.

“Wait, what? He threw me off?” Tony glared at the kid sprawled out on the narrow end of the orange couch. “Little shit. I picked Yoshi and he got jealous.”

“I told you to choose the purple one.”

“What the everloving—”

Tony shifted his glare over the back of the couch. Loki’s returning stare was of amusement.

“Jesus, that’s it! I’m gonna buy you a bell,” Tony stated. He gently lifted Peter’s scrawny leg from his knee and stretched – ow pain, ow pain, said his muscles – before getting off the couch. His gaming remote tumbled to the floor. “And you wanted me to pick Waluigi. Waluigi. Friendship revoked.”

Loki huffed, stabbing at his half-frozen waffles. He was still trying to figure out how some things were supposed to be food and seemed pretty keen on getting to understand. Even if sometimes it made him beyond irritated. He did not understand toast, for example. Or tacos. Or cheesecake. Or cookies. Or pop-tarts, definitely not pop-tarts, which had made for entertaining debates with Thor.

Tony snorted at his bemused expression. “Just pour some milk and granola on a bowl before you give yourself an aneurysm.”

“Your ‘milk’ is fowl.”

“Oh great, another one who thinks milk is murder. You gonna tell me the Earth is flat, too?”

“What? Quit speaking nonsense, Man of Iron.”

“You already working on your anti-vaccination petitions?”

Tony felt more than saw Bruce opening the fridge behind him, probably to dig out the eggs and the milk in question. He always made pancakes for breakfast when he was around in the mornings. Speaking of which…

“Friday, give me hours.”

“8:50 in the morning, boss.”


Vision’s hand suddenly stretched out to grab Loki’s uneaten plate of (mashed) waffles and started to bring out pots and pans to help with breakfast. Water was already boiling on the stove and Tony could bet that was Bruce’s tea.

“I think what Loki means is that he doesn’t really like milk,” Bruce said.

“Sacrilege.” Loki’s eye-roll was so damn near perfect, Tony envied it. He turned to the living room. “Up and at it, Spidey. You’re late for school. Don’t want Aunt May on my ass again.”

There was a low, dragged out groan from the occupied couch, a flash of feet – one with the sock on and the other in a sneaker – and Peter was up. Tired and disoriented, but still up. Maskless, even. Took him a while, but he’d finally decided at least some of the Avengers should know who he was in case of emergency. And what better half of the Avengers than the ones that were legal?

Discounting Loki, but Loki… was Loki.

“I was under the idea that schools closed during weekends,” Vision mused, closing a cabinet.

Bruce smiled at him when Tony raised an eyebrow, that exasperated yet fond smile he had really missed. “Tony, it’s Saturday.”

“Oh. Is it?”

“Yes, boss.”

Damn, I am really off track.

“False alarm, kid. Go to your room, catch some Z’s. Or would you rather I drive you back home? I’m sure May will want to check up on you.”

Peter yawned in response and sat on his self-claimed bar stool. It was his favorite spot in the kitchen, for some reason. Did a lot of homework there, listening to Tony and Bruce’s heated science arguments. Tony supposed it was because of the vents’ entrance right over it. Easy access to a tall, dark place and whatnot. Freaking spiders and their spider-lings.

It also reminded him of someone who had a bad habit of sneaking around in vents and he didn’t know how to feel about that.

“Nah, I’m good, Mr. Stark. I wanna be awake for… you know.”

Tony watched him rub his eyes, and for a brief moment, was reminded of how young he was. “For what? Adventure Time reruns?”

All noise in the kitchen stopped at his words. Even Loki wasn’t unperturbed.

“Uh, no…?” Peter frowned at him. “Mr. Stark, you do know what day today is, right?”

“Is it your birthday? Shit I thought I had that memorized already—”

“It’s the fourteenth,” Bruce enlightened. He kept cracking the eggs, but his tone was clipped.

Vision didn’t look much better. Today, the once fugitive team of former Avengers returns to the country, in order to sign the renewed Accords.”

Shit. Shit.

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Little White Lies - Part 3

Hello again, humanoids.  I have a question: am I the only one who finds it a lot easier to write when I know that I should be doing something else (i.e. homework)? Because really, when I get home from school and am completely aware that I have things to do, some subconscious part of my brain (which must freaking hate me) comes up with the best idea ever and I just can’t control my actions anymore. “Oh, it’s fine,” I said. “I’ll just write for an hour or so,” I said. “I’ll have plenty of time for Spanish homework,” I said.

Anyway, this took me like three hours to write because I kept changing parts. Hope you like it, and feel free to tell me if you think I should tweak it here and there. :)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Was Nico supposed to be fantasizing about strangling the only person in the palace who could actually help him?

Probably not.

Was he doing it anyway?

Hell yes.

Jason’s little friend was seriously annoying. He introduced himself as Leo Valdez, bad boy supreme, a mischievous grin on his face. He had dark skin and brown, curly hair that fell in his eyes a lot, but it didn’t seem to distract him from making sarcastic comments and odd jokes - Nico immediately noticed the slight Spanish accent. His clothes seemed a little casual for working at the palace - what with the tattered and oil-stained white button up, jeans with suspenders and a tool belt around his waist - but Nico didn’t say anything. He also took notice of how long his fingers were and how calloused his hand was when he shook it as they met. It wasn’t hard to guess he worked with tools a lot.

Leo sat on the island in the center of the kitchen, swinging his legs back and forth and spinning a screwdriver between his fingers. “So.” He said, stealing Nico’s attention away from the other workers scurrying around the kitchen like ants on red bull. “This is where the magic happens, my friend. Food.

“So, what do you do in the palace?” Nico asked.

Leo’s eyes seemed to light up even brighter than they already were. “Oh! I’m a fix-it man! I’m mostly in my workshop or in here, though. Not many things are broken elsewhere.”

“Why in here?”

“Because someone manages to break the stove about every ten min-”

Leo!” Someone called from the back of the kitchen. Leo chuckled and shook his head, his hair flying everywhere.

“Speaking of which- gotta go.” He hopped off the counter and pointed at Nico firmly. “Sit.” He commanded. Nico stared at him. “Stay.” Again, Nico remained silent, blinking. “Good boy!” Leo then hurried to the other side of the room, weaving around the other chefs and assistants to go fix the stove.

Nico started wandering - mostly because Leo told him to stay - doing his best to smile back at people he passed, walking up to random chefs and watching them work. At one point, someone asked what he thought of their Tiramisu. Nico took a small bite with a very tiny plastic fork. “Little more choco?” He suggested. The chef tried a bit himself, and nodded in agreement, thanking Nico as he moved on.

He came to an unattended oven and crouched down to look through the glass at what was baking. It looked like pastry dough for cannolis. Glancing at the dials on the oven, he frowned. They weren’t at the right temperature or time. Rolling his eyes, he fixed it without even thinking.

What do you think you’re doing?” Someone asked sharply from behind him. Nico jumped and turned around, facing a very pretty Native-American girl with her hands on her hips. She was about the same height as Leo at 5-foot-six, slightly darker skin, chocolate brown hair that was cut choppy and uneven with two braids down the sides of her head, and eyes that glistened and seemed to change color. One second they were brown, then green, then blue. It was confusing.

“I-I, I was just… are - are these yours?”

The girl glared at him for a solid minute, arms crossed and eyebrows knitted. Suddenly, her demeanor relaxed and she started laughing, throwing her head back. “You should have seen your face!” She made her eyes wide and glossy and shrunk down, pulling her arms in. “I-I-I- I was just- Just-” She stammered, mimicking Nico’s deeper voice.

Nico frowned and crossed his arms defensively, looking away as he felt his face heat. She ‘awww’-ed and patted his shoulder. “Don’t worry, I was just joking.” She sent him a smile, which he returned with a roll of his eyes. “I’m Piper.”


Leo practically skipped up to them and beamed at Piper. “Hey, Pipes! I see you’ve met Mr. Lord-Of-Darkness,” he said, sending a look Nico’s way. Piper smirked, probably thinking of Nico stuttering under her glare. She winked at him fleetingly, as if to say our secret, k?,  before turning back to Leo and striking up a random conversation. Nico smirked as he watched the two talking animatedly, and wasn’t surprised that Jason was friends with the two.

“So,” Nico cut in, looking at Piper, “what do you do here? In the Castle, I mean.”

She chuckled. “Nothing, actually. I just kinda show up and they let me in. I don’t think anyone truly cares, at this point.” Nico nodded, suppressing a smile.

“Follow up question,” Nico continued, now turning to Leo. “what do I do at the Palace?” Leo still hadn’t told him.

“Oh, right!” He exclaimed. “You’re a maid - servant, really. Very glamorous, you’ll love it.” Leo winked and Nico groaned. Great. Being told what to do and when to do it. Because Nico was so used to that.

“Not the best I could ask for, but I’ll take what I can get,” Nico muttered. The two nodded approvingly at him and Leo went on explaining Nico’s job.

“-but for today, you can just watch. Comprendes? I’ll show ya the ropes, don’t worry.” He leaned closer and whispered, “I basically run this place. Got everyone here in the palm of my hand.”

“Your ‘workshop’ is in a storage closet.” Piper pointed out.

“Only temporarily!” Leo said defensively. Nico chuckled and the three of them continued talking - well, Leo and Piper did, Nico mostly listened. After a while, a man wearing very fancy clothing walked over to them. For a moment, Nico thought he was going to tell Leo and Piper not to be so loud, but he thought it was fine since they were in the kitchen anyway. The entire room was filled with clinking dishes and meals being called out for someone to take care of.

Instead, the man turned to Nico. “You are the new maid, correct?” Nico glanced at Leo for a moment before nodding. “The Prince was requested you deliver him his meal.” Nico’s eyes widened.

Sure, it was a god-sent opportunity to get some information he needed, but Nico hadn’t expected to confront the Prince so quickly. It was only his first day, he was just supposed to watch and learn the ropes, to blend in. How was he supposed to act in front of the man he was plotting to kill?

Nico clenched his hands to keep them from trembling. “W…Why me?”

“Do not question his Royal Highness. Please do as you are told.” With that, the man turned and walked away. When Nico turned to Leo and Piper again, they were both staring at him, surprised.

“Wow!” Leo exclaimed, breaking the silence. “Day one and you’re already in trouble. I gotta say, quite impressive.”

Nico rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Just- where’s his dinner?”

Leo looked around. “Um, I think it’s that one - over there.” He pointed to a covered tray on the counter across the kitchen. “You remember where his room is, right?” Nico nodded and headed for the tray, trying not to feel nervous.

It took Nico exactly two minutes to get lost.

He turned down several hallways, but they all basically looked the same. He sighed and growled at the ceiling. Not only was he going to die and deteriorate into a skeleton in the hallways of this god-forsaken castle, if he ever was found, his carcass would probably be penalized for letting the Prince’s dinner get cold.

Turning another corner angrily, Nico collided unexpectantly with something and almost dropped the tray in his hands. Once he had steadied himself, he glanced up and saw it was actually a someone that he had run into. The girl stumbled, but righted herself and sent him a glare. “Mind watching where you’re going?” Her piercing black eyes seeming to cut holes in Nico, her eyebrows pulled down in annoyance, glossy black hair pulled into a single braid.

Nico had an overwhelming urge to shoot a sarcastic comment back at her but held his tongue. He needed directions. “Uh, sorry.” He got out. “I don’t really know where I’m going. I’m supposed to give this to the Prince…?”

She started at him with a freezing gaze for a moment longer before pointing down the hall. “Second right, down the hall, third door on the left.” Nico blinked.


“Whatever. I don’t have time for this.” She checked a watch and continued down the hall. Her short white dress - which she was probably forced to wear - and pocket watch made Nico think of the Rabbit from Alice and Wonderland.

“Better hurry!” He called after her. “You’re late, you’re late!” The girl sent a glare over her shoulder and Nico chuckled and continued to the Prince’s room. Upon coming up to the double doors he knocked, trying to make it sound confident (if that was a thing).

The door opened and there stood the Prince, his blond hair wet and falling in his freckled face, a towel resting on his bare shoulders. Surprisingly, he was wearing worn-out blue jeans that hung precariously low on his hips. Nico swallowed and forced himself not to blush. It was incredibly difficult, but not impossible. The Prince appeared to notice Nico staring, but only smiled at him, then turned and walked back into the room, waving for Nico to follow. 

The Prince’s quarters was about twice the size of Nico’s bakery back in town, accompanied with giant windows to the right side that came just six inches off the ground and ceiling. There was a giant bed in the back left corner, set at an angle from the wall. The covers were brightly colored, with yellow and blue designs and a golden headboard. The walls were simply light blue. On the corresponding wall as the bed was a door to a walk-in closet, and to the other side was an exorbitant dresser and a desk.

Nico couldn’t stop his slight intake of breath as he took in the paintings on the wall, all the furniture, and just the sheer size of the room. His vision began to whirl - until his eyes found Will staring at him with a smirk, and everything was grounded again. Nico tried not to scowl as he extended the tray toward the boy, raising his eyebrows in a way that said, you gonna take this, or what?

“So, you’re the new guy?” The Prince asked as he benevolently took the tray from Nico’s outstretched hands and set it on the bed.

“No,” Nico answered, “I’ve worked here all my life, I just try to avoid large groups of people, expensive decorations, and castles in general. That would be why you’ve never seen me.” He rolled his eyes as the Prince chuckled.

“Nice to meet you. I’m-”

Nico scoffed. “I know who you are.” The Prince hesitated for a moment, probably baffled that Nico had had the nerve to interrupt him.

“Right - of course. Uh, but you can call me Will, if you want.”

Nico had to keep from rolling his eyes again. He plastered on a fake smile. “I’d love to, but even if I am new I believe I am correct to assume that maids are required to remain formal when around the Royal Family.”

Will waved it off as he moved across the room and straightened a frame on the wall. “Don’t worry about that. Everyone knows that I don’t care for those formal terms all too much. You get it, right?”

Nico smirked. “I don’t believe I do, your Highness.” Will shot him a look, but let it go.

“Alright, I get it. You can call me whatever you want.” Will turned toward him again and raised an eyebrow. “But, doesn’t it bother you?” Nico looked at him questioningly, wordlessly asking for elaboration. Will explained, “When you said that just now. Even if you were being sarcastic, I could tell you really didn’t like saying it. I’m guessing you’re not used to this sort of thing, huh?” Will took a few steps forward. “So, what are you used to?”

Nico cleared his throat and took a step back to put more distance between them. “Why do you even want to know?” He asked skeptically.

Will didn’t seem to get why Nico had used that tone of voice until realization dawned on his stupid, beautiful face and he laughed. “Oh, no. I wasn’t asking in that way. You see, I make it an obligation of mine to know everyone who works in the palace. In my opinion, none of anything my family does would be possible without them. I guess I kind of see everyone as one big team. You know, equals.” He smiled.

What the heck, Nico thought. Why would he think that way? This guy has had everything he could ever hope for in life handed to him on a silver platter. He was born with a freaking silver spoon in his mouth. Why would he care about those lower than him? Why would he care about Nico?

Nico was so caught up in being confused, he didn’t realize he had let a long silence drag out until Will called him out for it. Nico silently reprimanded himself for not staying focused and quickly tried to come up with a response.

“Well, that’s admirable of you.” He offered, though it didn’t at all sound sincere. Will caught it as well. He nodded awkwardly and glanced at the wall, his eyes skimming absentmindedly at various pictures hanging there. Nico pointed at the images, asking silently for permission. Will nodded and Nico walked over, his eyes dancing over them and trying to commit them all to memory. They might turn out to be beneficial - somehow.

A few of the photos were of Will and the queen. In some they were looking at the camera, Queen Naomi’s easy smile lighting up her face and hair curling around her ears. Others must have been taken secretly as the two danced around the halls or kneeled side-by-side in the garden. Nico scanned the other pictures but didn’t see any of the King, which was understandable.

Other photos were of people who Nico assumed were Will’s friends. Nico remembered reading somewhere that he was home-schooled in the palace, and he inferred that these friends of his must work there somewhere. He noticed Will wasn’t in some of them - Nico also remembered the Prince going through a phase where he refused to let the press take pictures of him. No one knew why, but Nico always liked to think he was self-conscious about acne.

Nico was about to turn away from the pictures when he noticed one that he had missed. He glanced at it and did a double take. The picture depicted Will with a sword gripped in one hand. He stood comfortably, full of confidence. But it wasn’t Will who made Nico’s heart start beating faster. It was the girl next to him, a wide grin on her face, dark and familiar eyes gleaming, silky hair pulled into a high ponytail. She was clad in bronze-colored armor, a gun resting in the holster at her hip, a green hat held in one hand.

Nico’s hands clenched. Why on earth did Will have a picture of her? Why on earth was she looking at him like that? Why on earth was Nico shaking? “You okay?” He heard Will ask, but Nico ignored his voice and continued staring. Nico didn’t move when the Prince came up to stand behind him and followed his gaze to the photo.

“Oh.” Will’s voice was suddenly dismal. “I’m guessing you saw her in the news a few years back, right?” Nico nodded, though it was a complete lie. He hadn’t seen her in the papers; he was too terrified to look. “She was really great. Extremely brave. All she wanted was to help people and-”

“Yeah, I know,” Nico snapped, and Will stopped abruptly. ’Was’. His heart constricted painfully. He forced himself to turn away and wandered to the middle of the room again, trying to refocus his mind. 

Forcefully switching rails, he decided he needed to find a way back into this room when Will was busy elsewhere so that he could have a proper look around for anything valuable. But at that moment, he just wanted to get out of there. Nico glanced at the tray still sitting on the bed. “It’s probably cold by now.”

“Huh?” Will asked, still staring at the picture on the wall, blending in with the others, yet somehow still managing to stick out. It might as well have been on fire for all Nico cared; it wouldn’t have made much of a difference.

“Your food. You planning on eating it or not?”

“Oh.” Will glanced at the tray on his bed. “Um, probably not. Sorry about that, it was really just an excuse to talk to you. I always do this when we have someone new working in the palace. Besides, I’m not hungry very often anyway. Uh, do you want it? If you want, you can eat in here and-”

“Your Royal Highness should eat,” Nico ground out tightly before turning and leaving the room. He walked briskly down the hallways, taking flights of stairs two steps at a time, trying to calm his breathing and relax his fists. It wasn’t working well.

Marching into the kitchen he caught sight of Leo and Piper still chatting away and stomped up to them. “Leo. I’m going to crash for the night. Where am I staying?”

Leo raised an eyebrow, noticing how pissed off he looked, but didn’t comment as he nodded his head and told Piper he would be right back. Then he lead Nico down the halls once more, explaining that since his home was so far away (Venice was what Jason had apparently told him) and probably wouldn’t have anywhere to stay near the palace, he was just going to sleep in one of the guest rooms on the third floor. Nico huffed at the fact that he just came from this floor.

Leo walked up to a set of white, french-style double doors and pushed them open, letting Nico walk in and look around. It was about a third of the size of the Prince’s room, but still massive compared to what he was used to. A bed slightly bigger than a twin sat in the far right corner of the room, set a foot or two from the walls, a small table standing next to it. 

There was one window, which overlooked part of the garden behind the castle, a walk-in closet and a desk with a connected mirror on the left wall. To the right of the door was a full-length mirror, and he averted his eyes automatically. 

Leo made yet another partially relevant joke before taking his leave when Nico didn’t even acknowledge that he’d said anything. He heard some muttering about talking to a shadow as the door closed. Once Leo’s footsteps had faded down the hallway, Nico collapsed to his knees right there in the middle of the room and forced out deep breaths. His hands were still shaking.

Why was this bothering him so much? Nico knew that the Prince had known her, it was the reason he had hated him since he was thirteen. He swallowed. It must have been shock from seeing her face again after so long. 

For five sequential years, Nico couldn’t bring himself to look at a picture of her, to remember how amazing she was, the advice she would give him, how empowering and motivational her smile was. Over those years, that smile had grown fuzzy in his mind, as well as her face. But he couldn’t look at a picture of her without breaking down.

Sort of like what he was doing now. 

It had been half a decade, and he knew that he shouldn’t still be so sensitive about it. He also knew that she would sure as heck hate the fact that he was. But five years didn’t seem like enough time for him to get over it completely, for him to truly let her go. To move on. Not with someone like her.

He took a deep breath, stood shakily, and grabbed his bag, which had been taken to the room beforehand. He fished through and yanked out a medium-sized book bound in soft leather. Gathering his courage, Nico opened the cover carefully and bit his lip as he scanned page after page of pictures of her. He wasn’t exactly sure what made him grab it at the last minute before he left that morning, but he did.

Sighing, he closed it again and set it on the desk, locking his eyes on the table and turning sharply away. After sliding his suitcase under the bed, Nico yanked off his button-up, glad to finally be rid of it, and flopped onto the bed. He didn’t bother to change out of his jeans or get under the covers. Bending his legs, he pulled off his boots and dropped them on the floor, keeping the knife in his hand and inspecting it in the dark.

His mind wandered easily and landed on the Prince, on the blade, on what he was doing there. After actually meeting him, the whole thing seemed about ten times more real. Before, voices, faces and inevitable actions he knew he couldn’t avoid, conversations, worst-case-scenarios - they were all still just figments of his imagination. Now that he was here, that he had met Will, that he was already trusted and welcomed, the weight on his shoulders increased tenfold.

He may not be the one to pull the trigger at the coronation in a month, but he was the one sneaking around the palace. He was the one lying to everyone. He was the one who came up with the whole idea in the first place.

Nico di Angelo was going to be responsible for the Prince’s death. And no matter how much he tried to convince himself that it was fair: an eye for an eye, a life for a life, or whatever else - that this was what he had wanted for years - he knew it wasn’t true.

Feeling like he was trying to swallow glue, he slid the knife under his pillow and grabbed the deck of cards the had put on the bedside table. Thalia told him before he left to practice shuffling cards to train his fingers to move more quickly. He mostly did it when he was nervous and needed something to do with his hands.

He laid there for who knows how long, shuffling the deck over and over, staring at the blank ceiling, watching shadows move across the room as the sun slowly rose back up. He didn’t sleep at all that night. He wasn’t sure if it was a bad thing or not. Something told him he wouldn’t have had pleasant dreams anyway.

Chap. 4

hunger - chapter 9

Hunger master post

Stiles can’t go to the Sheriff’s Department, but he needs to track down Kate Argent. He doesn’t know where she lives, but C. & V. Argent, according to the address that Stiles jotted down on his piece of paper last time he was using Allison’s computer, live over on Parkview Street. It’s a newer area. Stiles doesn’t know it very well. The houses here are big, the lawns uniformly neat and tidy. It’s not the best place to try to walk down the street without being noticed. Stiles imagines he can feel curtains flicking as he passes. He imagines narrow-eyed suburbanites reaching for their Neighborhood Watch information and their telephones. Stiles walks like he has a purpose, like he’s a kid visiting a friend. It’s just on dusk when he arrives at the Argents’ house.

The black SUV and the car he recognizes as Allison’s are parked in the driveway. So C. & V. Argent are her parents.

At least it’s not a common surname.

The house directly across the street from the Argents’ house has no lights turned on. It also has a screen of shrubs planted along the property line which, going by the rest of the neighborhood, are probably against the rules or something, but thank God for rebels. Stiles slips into the yard and hunkers down behind the shrubs. He’s hidden from view now, but has a perfect line of sight to the Argents’ house.

He sits and waits, and feels the phantom press of the dog’s nose against his cold fingers.

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imalikeyoshit  asked:

(I just watched Frozen) Can you make a One-Shot of the reader being GroffSauce's bff and having a thing for Daveed and they go to some Halloween party and Groff helps Daveed and the reader get together?

For sure man! And I got your DM about it being Disney themed.

Pairing: Daveed Diggs and reader

Prompt: idk (Disney) Halloween party I’m bad at prompts

T/W: Halloween/spooky stuff, swearing, fluff, drinking, mentions of sex, dirty talk

A/N: I tried my best to picture who all would dress as what Disney character, and honestly I wanna see them in these

“You’re humming again,” Groff said as we walked down the sidewalk in New York, the fall breeze blowing my hair that wasn’t covered by my beanie. He smirked as I groaned. I always walked to breakfast with him. He’s my best friend after all. Then after that, I walk with him to his job…as King George the Third…in Hamilton. Me? I’m just a little barista a few blocks away.

“I really need to stop coming to the theater then,” I shrugged making Groff dramatically gasp.

“But then…how would anyone discover your singing talent? How would you ever see Anthony, or Oak, or Jasmine…or Daveed,” Groff shimmied his shoulders towards me when he said his name. How could you not fall for Daveed Diggs? It’s pretty self explanatory. The way he smiled shyly when he gets complimented. Or the way he smiled widely before he laughs. The way his hair poofs up to frame his perfect face, perfectly every time. I don’t think-

“Y/N, snap out of it,” Jonathan stood on the steps to backstage and snapped his fingers in front of my face.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen that man have a bad hair day,” I said my thought out loud making Jonathan laugh out loud. I then rolled my eyes and followed him into the theater.

“Morning Groffsauce, Y/N,” Lin smiled as he walked past,

“Morning Linnamon roll,” I called back earning a chuckle from him.

“I’m gonna go give this to the girls real quick,” I took the cup holder of tea in my hands and raised to for Jonathan to know what I was talking about. He nodded and trotted away to his dressing room while I knocked on Pippa and Jasmine’s door.

“Come in,” Jasmine called out making me open the door. There the two girls sat in their costumes, smiling, awaiting their tea.

“You’re a blessing,” Pippa smiled as I handed them their drinks.

“Mm-” Jasmine quickly swallowed her drink, needing to tell me something. “You’re coming to mine and Ant’s Halloween party right? Everyone’s gonna be there, it’s a costume contest. Also, we have a Disney theme going. It was Lin’s idea. And if you say no, I’ll persuade you,” she smiled innocently making me laugh.

“Fine, I’ll be there. I’ll even wear a dope ass costume,” I chuckled and threw the cup holders away.

“Morning Y/N,” Ant said walking into the dressing room.

“Sup Ant,” he chuckled and walked over to Jasmine. Without anyone saying anything, he nonchalantly hugged her from behind, kissed her cheek, whispered a good luck, and then walked out.

I quickly slapped my hand on my chest and threw my head back.

“Ouch! Oh my gosh, ow. My heart can’t take this,” Pippa laughed at my dramatic-ness as Jasmine playfully rolled her eyes.

“You could have that with a certain someone, ya know?” Jonathan smirked while leaning against the door frame, only half way in his costume.

“Whoah…Y/N likes someone?” Pippa asked sarcastically. Since her and jasmine both knew about my fondness for Diggs.

“Anyway, I need your help,” Jonathan laughed and dragged me back to his dressing room.

“With what?” I asked rolling my sleeves up, making him laugh again.

“I can usually get this-” he said struggling to get all of his cape layered around him. I let out a giggle and started to help him get into the cape.

“You’re a peach,” he said with a little tap to my nose. “You’re also late for work,” he smirked while looking behind me. I quickly turned to see that I was already five minutes late.

“Groff! Why didn’t you say something sooner?!”

“I was nearly naked, I couldn’t let you leave!” His voice cracked slightly making me laugh as I grabbed my things and quickly walked out of his dressing room.

“Bye Y/N!” He yelled from his room. That sent a course of goodbyes from the cast, except for one.

“Leaving so soon?” He asked, gracefully sliding in front of the exit.

“Diggs…dude I’m late for work,” I said not wanting to do this. He’s usually the reason I’m late for work most of the time. It usually starts with us bumping into each other, our faces being inches apart, and me not being able to break away from the eye contact.

“You going to the party?” He adjusted his off white coat and clicked his little heel on the ground.

“Yes, now please move. You’re gonna be the reason I get fired,” he chuckled and stood up straight making me reach for the door handle. But before I could turn the handle, my arm was being wrapped around his torso.

“I’ll miss you so, so, so much, Y/N!” Diggs said whiles squeezing me in a hug.

“I’m actually going to murder you. Then that can be my new job, a hitman. Because you’re gonna get me fired from this job,”

“Ugh, fine. Go you whinny butt,” he teased and playfully pushed me away and opened the door for me.

“Bye, Diggs,”


Jonathan laughed as I glared at him. Me being late to work, I had to stay longer to get my hours. That then lead me to have no time to get a costume. That then lead Jonathan to chose it for me.

“You want me…to be Princess Anna?” I he’d back my laugh as Jonathan held the packaged costume to his chest, and rocked on his feet. He nodded excitedly like a child. “And who are you going as?”

“I was gonna go as Elsa…but I’m always royalty,” He faked a hair flip making me laugh as he continued talking. “But then I realized, that I had thus collar that looked like Dumbo’s…so I’m gonna be Dumbo,” he smiled as he moved his arms to reveal his all grey outfit, then grabbed a red and yellow collar that did look like Dumbo’s.

“I have a little yellow hat you could wear,” Jonathan gasped and tossed me the Anna costume. I laughed as he danced around my apartment singing songs from Frozen.


“Look at those curves,” Reneé smiled as she happened to walk towards Ant’s place the same time as me.

“You…are adorable!” I slightly screamed seeing her in a white dress, with a pink bow collar like Marie from Aristocats.

We walked to the door, which was swung open before we could knock.

“Are we too early?” Reneé asked making Jasmine, who looked like Jasmine, laughed and shake her head.

“Is Ant dressed as Aladdin?” I asked stepping in. Jasmine shyly smiled as Ant popped around the corner in a purple vest and white pants. “Oh! Stop being goals!” Everyone laughed and we walked in further. Jonathan was talking to a guy I didn’t know in the kitchen. Pippa, who had a similar costume as Tinker Belle was talking with Vanessa who had a seashell shirt on, and green jeans. That lead me to believe-

“Y/N!” Lin smiled walking over. “Yay! You dressed Disney!” He smiled as he wore nearly a perfect match to Prince Eric.

“Groff made me be Anna,” we laughed as Jonathan snapped his head towards us.

Nearly an hour into the party, the place was nearly packed and not a single person wasn’t in costume. My personal favorite was Oak as Mickey.

“Y/N!” Jonathan screeched from the living room. I stood in the kitchen, talking with Ant, and stopped my sentence as Jonathan rushed in.

“Anthony, could I drag her away? This is important,” Ant chuckled and gestured for Jonathan to go ahead. He then dragged me towards where everyone was and smirked.

“What did you do?” I asked, slightly panicked.

“Did Jonathan tell you to wear that?” I heard Jasmine ask with a giggle. I turned and nearly strangled Jonathan.

Daveed chuckled as he wore a similar Kristoff costume. I slightly glared over to Jonathan making him force a smile and slightly clap his hands together.

“Aw! Who are the goals now?!” Jasmine asked making me look to her. That earned an ‘aw’ from everyone as Daveed and I blushed and laughed.

“Jonathan…you sneaky son of a-”

“Reindeer are better than people!” He started to sing, cutting off Daveed cursing. He then moved towards me and everyone resumed their conversations.

“You don’t look too bad,” I smiled at Daveed making him flash his perfect smile.

“Why didn’t Groff just tell us to go as this couple’s costume?” He chuckled and we moved into the kitchen where there was less people.

“I’d rather us go as Tarzan and Jane,” I said grabbing a drink and eyeing Daveed while putting the cup to my lips. He looked down at his shoes and chuckled.

“You just wanna see me half naked,” he smirked and I got nervous, thinking I went a little too far. But he then leaned against the counter I was leaning on, and put his lips close to my ears.

“Maybe if you play you’re cards right…you’ll see me fully naked,” his hot breath sent chills down my spine. He nipped at my ear slightly, but then quickly pulled away. He started to walk out, but I quickly grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back into the room.

“So far…that was a pretty good card,” I laughed with his chuckle and swallowed a nervous lump in my throat.

“Diggs…Daveed, can I tell you something?”

“Yeah…of course,” his tone turned into a slight worry and he stood up straighter.

“I uh…I’ve liked you for a long time…and I just kinda had to get that off my chest,” I got a sudden rush of confidence and ignored the fact he was slightly leaning closer. “And I get if you’re not looking for-” my sentence was cut off by his lips on mine. The kiss was innocent, but I could feel the fireworks shooting everywhere. I felt him smile into the kiss once I started to kiss back. His arm slipped around my torso to pull me closer, if possible.

“Wooh! This party needs a few- FINALLY!” Ant yelled making me jump away from Daveed. “Oh my gosh!” He groaned loudly and a little dramatically. “That took way too long!” Him screaming lead everyone to peak their heads into the kitchen.

“What? Have you even seen Frozen?” I asked making them chuckle. Daveed walked around slightly so he was next to me.

“No…I think I missed the last part. Did Anna ever say that Kristoff could kiss her?” Lin asked innocently.

“I would get the script if I still had it…maybe you two could recreate it?” Jonathan shot a wink at me before I felt arms whip around my waist again.

“I think the line was, ‘we may’,” Daveed said making me roll my eyes. I quickly leaned up and pressed my lips into his getting cheers from everyone, but a loud screech like noise from Jonathan.

Happy Birthday, rosefyrefyre!

August 10 - Someone unexpected ends up having to babysit the Avenger children (Clint’s brood, Cassie Lang, etc.). Fluffy and gen please - humor appreciated! for @rosefyrefyre

Once upon a time on an average day at the Avengers compound, several unexpected someones end up having to keep an eye on Cassie Lang and the Barton kids.

Written by @catrinasl


Anthony Mackie and his baby friend

“Superheroes!” shouted Cassie Lang.

“Don’t worry, you’ll meet plenty later this afternoon,” Clint assured her. “I’ll be back in no time, and then later we’re going to have dinner with all the Avengers.”

“We don’t need a babysitter,” Cooper Barton insisted for the third time. “I can just put on a movie, and lock the door so the girls don’t escape—”

“Give it a rest, Cooper,” his mother sighed. She leaned down and whispered, “You know Lila won’t listen to you when Cassie is around. Besides, we’re not getting a babysitter.”

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Just Friends (A Janthony Fanfic)

I know I’ve been MIA but I wrote this this weekend and here it is. This is an au high school fic. This is VERY au, more than I usually write, but it was a lot of fun doing this one. Please just assume that Jas, Anthony, Oak, and Pippa are all the same age in this. 

Let me know how you like it! 


“Ugh…” Anthony groans, the sweat forming on his brow.

“Anthony, it’s not gonna fit,” Jasmine bites her lip, releasing the breath she was holding in, “It’s too big!”

“Will you relax? It fit before…” Anthony moves her hands away and gives it one final push before it’s jammed inside.

“Aha! I told you it would fit!” Anthony steps back from his locker, hands on his hips, and a smile on his face. He looks over at Jasmine who has her arms crossed against her chest.

“I told you not to bring your guitar case in the first place but you’ve proved me wrong once again Ramos.” She walks over to her own locker and opens it, grabbing her books for the day.

Anthony closes his and leans on his side, facing his best friend. There was only five minutes before their first class of the day but he was willing to wait for her.

He wasn’t sure why it happened, constantly waiting for Jasmine, but it did.

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I’m your biggest fan

Summary: in which you have some fun with you boyfriend by fawning over scott lang, this based off the scene in civil war when team cap are at the car park and scott arirves from the van

Word Count: 1644

Warnings: swearing, making out and some spanking

Originally posted by stevebvckys

You sighed as you finally reached your destination even if it was a dingy car park right by an airport you were glad you could just get out of the car. Sam and Bucky had been arguing the whole way there and you weren’t exactly the happiest person in the world at that given moment. Clint and Wanda were already waiting in the van when Steve hastily parked the car if you could even call it that. As you got out the car the doors to the van opened revealing Wanda and Clint.

Clint was the first to get out addressing Steve, “Cap.” Steve smiled before walking over to Clint and shaking his hand, “You know I wouldn’t have called if I had any other choice.” You and Bucky were stood together behind the car you had just been in. Bucky’s flesh hand wrapped around your waist as it usually did as you listened to Steve and Clint interact.

“You’re doing me and a favour and plus I owe a debt.” Clint said looking back at Wanda and you immediately knew what he was referring to. On the news it stated that her brother Pietro had died in the battle of Sokovia you remember reading on a newspaper headline one day when you and Bucky were going to the market to get plums. You were in the exactly same position as Bucky, Hydra had kidnapped and brainwashed you too. You sought comfort in each other after the collapse of SHIELD and you had been dating ever since then.

“Thanks for having my back.” Steve said to Wanda and she nodded.

“It was time to get off my ass.” She replied in her usual thick Sokovian accent. You smirked at the young girl in front of your cursing, Bucky had learned  that you swore a lot almost as much as your good friend Wade Wilson or as he decided to call himself Deadpool even though you think Captain Deadpool was the better option.

“What about our other recruit?” Steve asked Clint and you and Bucky found yourself raising your eyebrow who was this other recruit?

Clint made his way over to the van to the sliding door. “He’s rearing to go.” Clint opened the door and you and Bucky were even more confused when you saw a man lying down on the seats. “I had to be put a little coffee in him but he should be good.” Clint said moving the door loudly waking whoever it was in the seat up.

You watched as Steve and Sam shared a look confusing you even more, and then the man began to move. “What timezone is this?” He asked lazily as he stepped out of the van.

“Come on. Come on.” Clint said pushing him forward and when he did you almost freaked out because the man was your favourite superhero and criminal ever Scott Lang a.k.a Ant Man. You could feel yourself having a fangirl moment and you had to take extreme measures to stop yourself from screaming like a school girl.

You weren’t paying too much attention to what he was saying to Steve but all you could focus on was the way his muscles flexed under his t-shirt as he for some reason kept shaking Steve’s hand. Bucky watched on dumbfounded whilst you beside him internally freaked out at the sight of THE Ant-Man.

“Hey man!” Scott said to Sam and you finally started paying attention.

“What’s up tic-tac?” Sam said in response and if you weren’t mistaken the two of them knew each other.

“Uh it’s good to see you look what happened last time -” Scott was cut off by Sam before he could say anything else.

“It was a great audition but it will never happen again.” Sam said with his arms folded, he let out a small chuckle. If you were being totally honest you were kind of jealous that Sam had met Scott before you or met Scott at all for that matter because you were a huge fan.

“Did he tell you what he were up against?” Steve asked making Scott’s head snap towards him.

“Something about super assassins.” Scott said making you chuckle loud enough to catch his attention. You took a deep breath as Scott’s eyes landed on you and gave you a warm smile. Heat couldn’t help but rise to your cheeks, Bucky looked at your with an arched brow wondering why you were blushing profusely.

“We’re outside the law on this one so if you come with us you’re a wanted man.” Steve said taking a deep breath of his own.

“Yeah well what else is new?” Scott said and you smiled widely at him as Bucky watched you confused why you were so happy over something a guy you didn’t even know said.

“Are you guys done?” You asked and Steve looked at you weird. You shook your head before removing Bucky’s arm from around your waist and walking towards Scott.

“You’re Scott Lang. I’m a huge fan.” You said giving him a sexy smirk.

“You are?” Sam said and you turned around at looked at him then back at Bucky, he followed your eyes and laughed knowing exactly what you were doing.

“Of course he’s a criminal and you know that’s sort of my type.” You said and Sam had to stop himself from sniggering as you glanced back at Bucky who clenching his fist tightly.

“Well it’s nice to meet you.” Scott said and you smiled.

“The name is Y/N by the way I thought you should know after all you are going to be saying it a lot tonight. Well less saying more moaning and screaming.” You said with a vulgar chuckle earning a growl from Bucky which you ignored.

You placed a hand on Scott’s chest and batted your eyelashes at him, you leaned in and whispered “Play along I want annoy the guy by the car.” You said and Scott looked at you with a knowing look before discreetly nodding.

“So how about after all all of this done we go on a date. I was thinking pizza.” You said with your hand still on Scott’s chest. Steve, Sam, Clint and Wanda watched you amused and when they heard another growl from Bucky they had to resist the urge to burst out into laughter.

“I like a girl who knows what she wants so yes it’s a date.” Scott said and you threw you head back and laughed.

“Do you know what else I want?” You asked seductively and out of the corner of your eyes you could see Bucky resisting the thought of walking up to you and throwing you over his shoulder and making sure that Scott knew that you were his and only his.

“Can you sign my boobs?” You asked pulling out a sharpie from your pocket. Your answer made Steve’s face got red and for everyone else laugh except Bucky of course. Who was close to screaming and killing Scott but that wouldn’t help his current situation.

“Really Y/N?” Sam asked and you nodded.

“Hell yeah he’s Ant Man why the fuck wouldn’t I want him to touch my boobs. Oh I mean sign my boobs.” You said with a giggle at the end of your sentence. Sam looked at you then back at Bucky  who was close to breaking point.

“She’s got a good point actually.” Wanda chimed in, you sent her a smile in appreciation of playing along with the little game you were playing. You just wanted to have some fun and annoy the fuck out of your boyfriend.

“See so what do you say Mr.Lang wanna sign my boobs?” You asked and Scott looked at Bucky and then at Steve who was saying nothing but secretly enjoying you teasing Bucky.

“What kind of person would I do if I turned you down?” Scott said and your smirked moving closer to him.

“A very bad person.” You said with an innocent tone that secretly sent shivers down Bucky’s spine despite the fact your speech wasn’t directed towards him.

“Well then I better sign them.” Scott said as you gave him the pen. He was dangerously close to actually signing your boobs but your extremely jealous knight in shining armor picked you up and threw you over his shoulder muttering in Romanian about how you deserved to be punished.

He led you to a corner of the car park away from everyone else and when he did his mouth was on your’s in seconds. Bucky leaned in pressing his lips to your’s in a scorching kiss that took your breath away. Your lips moulded perfectly together, and his hands tangled in your hair. He tugged gently on your hair bringing you closer to him allowing him to deepen the already passionate and heated kiss. You moaned into the kiss as he nipped at your bottom lip silently begging for permission, you parted your lips eagerly and in no time his writhing tongue was exploring your mouth. If it wasn’t for his mouth on yours the sound of your moans would have filled the room as well as a string of flltthy noises you were proud to admit were in fact yours.

When you pulled back Bucky said, “face asta din nou fetita si nu va ezita sa te indoi peste masina si te plesnesc în fața tuturor.” [do that again little girl and I won’t hesitate to bend you over the car and spank you in front of everyone.]

He spanked you a few time making you squeal and when he was done the two of you went back to the group acting as if nothing had happened. And you were kind of upset he didn’t actually bend you over the car because you loved it when he spanked you.


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The phone rang; it was the low inoffensive bleating of an office line, meant to attract attention instead of demanding it. A hoofed hand lazily reached over and turned on the speakerphone. “Yes, Ms. Muston?”

The squeaky, timid voice of Jackie Muston, the front desk secretary, sounded over the speaker. “Your two ‘o’clock with the Paws’n’Claws Organization is here, Mayor Swinton. Also, your three ‘o’clock canceled.”

“Understood. Thank you,” Swinton drawled, knocking back the last finger in her Lalique lowball tumbler. “Send them up, please.”

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Mr. Fairy Floss

Fandom: GG/Youtube

Chapter: 1/1

Word Count: 6,227

Pairings: Rubberbang, background Egoflap

Rating: T

Warnings: Lots of typical teenage-boy cursing, Dan being a dork

Summary: While stuck together at the top of a Ferris wheel, Ross and Dan become acquainted with each other for the first time.

Read it on AO3 here!

[A/N: Based off the prompt: ‘I was third wheeling with my best friend and his/her bf/gf at the amusement park when I got stuck sitting on a two seated roller coaster with some stranger and something happened so now we are stuck almost at the top and I hate heights but at least they are really hot’ au

The rest of my A/N is in the AO3 link ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ]

“Hey, Ross! Roooosssssss.

Suzy’s bouncy, gentle voice easily pries him awake. The next time Ross blinks his eyes open, she and Arin are both standing in front of him, Arin with his eyebrows knit in concern, and Suzy bearing an expression devoid of nothing but worry. It takes a moment for him to sleepily comprehend their surroundings and remember where he is, but the abundant noise of screaming, gleeful children around them and the sight of the giant, overbearing rollercoaster poised in the distance behind his friends is just enough to jog his memory.

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anonymous asked:

I need this, kakashi/sakura

“Oh, my god.”

Ino eyeballs the small cardboard display of roll-on lipgloss in the civilian drug store with something akin to wonder even as her insides cringe at the memories the innocent dancing cherries evoke.  


Her fairy for a best friend hums distractedly as she scrutinizes the modest array of vitamins, heedless to the way Ino gingerly reaches for one of the childishly colored tubes. She didn’t even know they still made the stupid things! Rolling the translucent red vial between her long fingers, the blonde marvels at how the product hadn’t changed a bit from when the two were children. 

A soft smile curls her rose painted lips as she thinks of a time as children when Sakura had randomly given her a silly tube of clear lip gloss for “being the bestest friend ever, Ino-chan!” She had cherished it, loved it even, because her “bestest” friend had given it to her.

But, that was before Sasuke, and as everyone knows, Sasuke ruins everything

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AN: We are nearing the climax (and end) of this series, but I am not sure how I am exactly going to divide it out chapter wise, so for now I will just leave ??? as how many chapters it is out of. Thank you to all of you who have been reading this, it means a lot! *I do not own the gif, found on google. Please ignore any spelling errors! Xoxoxoxoxo :3

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight


“Civil War of the Gods” (Nine  / ???)


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