i will just let it here and... *slowly walks away*

Marked (M)

Originally posted by pjmjjk

Werewolf!Jungkook x Reader

Halloween Drabble Series


Summary: you were in heat, Jungkook didn’t know.

A/N: This is my fic. I am re-posting onto my sideblog.

Growing up as a werewolf was hard. Growing up as a female werewolf without a pack was impossible. You had a pack that you were good friends with and asked for help and advice from, but that’s as far as it went, for now. You have yet to find a mate and enter a pack, and were currently going through heat so you had to stay indoors to avoid any…unwanted situations a.k.a. to avoid fucking random humans and/or wolves in broad daylight. You were holed up in your apartment, skin burning and your third pair of panties for the day, ruined. Walking into the kitchen and opening the fridge, you groaned, realizing that you were officially out of food and had no choice but to go to the store down the street.

You picked up your phone and dialed the Alpha of the pack you knew. Namjoon had always been willing to help you, even though you weren’t technically part of his pack. He had still always called you family.

“Y/n! Hey, how are you? I haven’t heard from you in days!” He cheerily answered, and you smiled to yourself, he always had a way of cheering you up.

“Hey Namjoon, uhm.. Well I kind of have a problem.”

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Originally posted by knfie-edge

Imagine your father, Tony Stark, walking in and seeing Peter shirtless in your bedroom (also, I imagine you guys are maybe Juniors or Seniors in High School during this)

- Head Honcho ~ Zoe

“Don’t you want to take off your suit?” You question as you and Peter lay on your bed, cuddled up under the covers with the Star Wars’ menu playing on the portable movie player your father made for your birthday last year. The actual device is like his phones but it projects the screen above it like one of his blueprint tables.

“But then I won’t feel like a cool badass superhero.” He whines, throwing his head back.

“Boohoo.” You pout out your bottom lip, mocking your boyfriend. “Now take it off.” You pat his chest then scoot away from him so he can stand up. When he does get up from the bed, you make sure to place a firm slap upon his precious little butt.

“Aye.” He covers his behind, turning around to scold you but you give him an innocent look.

“What?” You shrug. “I couldn’t help myself.” You smile and burrow back into your blankets.

“You never can help yourself.” He chuckles, shaking his head.

“I’m sorry that I love you so much!”

“You’re not sorry for that.” He scoffs, you nod. “But you should be sorry for how hands-y you are.” He points a finger at you.

“I’m a Stark, it’s in my blood.” You raise your hands up in defense. “Now take it off before I come over there and help you.”

Peter just shakes his head at you but none the less has a small smile on his face. He presses the spider in the middle of his chest causing his suit to loosen as he walks over to your dresser.

He lets his suit fall down his body while he digs through his clothes in the top drawer. You don’t fight the grin that easily comes on your face when you watch your boyfriend of two years sort through the drawer. The normalcy of it makes your heart all warm and fuzzy… speaking about warm and fuzzy;

“Can you throw me a sweater?” You call to him. He nods, grabbing his famous dark blue Midtown School of Science & Technology pullover. “Thank you.” You catch the clothing item he threw.

“No prob…lem.” He cuts himself off with a yawn, stretching his arms over his head.

“Tired?” You inquire, trying to find the head hole of the garment before putting it on.

“Yeah.” He nods. “Last night’s mission was rough.” He sighs, dropping his arms to his side.

"I know, I was there.” You let out a breathy laugh then (attempt to) pull his sweater over your head. Now it’s Peter’s turn to smile and get the warm, fuzzy feeling. 

He tries to shake the teenage boy thoughts out of his head that were trying to replace his sweet innocent ones. He lets out a sigh and turns around back to the drawer, fixing the waistband of his boxers so they aren’t hanging so low on his hips

“What the hell is going on here?” Someone demands, their voice loud and full of anger. You don’t see who it is because you are currently struggling with the pullover.

“N-n-nothing, Mr. Stark.” Peter stutters out.

“Nothing my ass.” You hear your father mumble then you hear footsteps stomp against your floor followed by something slamming against the wall.

You finally get your head in the right hole and see your father holding your boyfriend to the wall, a furious look on his face.

“Dad!!” You shout, flinging your blankets off and rushing to the two. ”Dad!” You grab his arm and pull him back enough to get between the two men. “Calm down.”

Your father clenches his jaw and looks between the two of you. He notices your worried expression and relaxes his posture but doesn’t get out of protective dad mode.

“Sit down.” He demands, pointing to the bed while he walks a few feet in front of it. “Both of you, sit down.” He repeats. You and Peter share a hesitant look but go over to the bed and sit down at the foot of it.

A painful silence falls between the three of you as your father paces back and fourth.

“I-I-I swear, we didn’t do anything.” Peter bravely breaks the silence

“Then why are you stuttering?” Dad questions, Peter’s eyes widen.

“Th-tha-that’s a good point, but to be fair, I always stutter around you.” He lets out a nervous laugh, Dad sends him a look causing him to shut up and look down at his hands.

You sigh and hang your head. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Peter’s hands shaking a little bit. Even with Peter being Spiderman, he still shakes when he’s nervous or scared… especially when it comes to your father.

You carefully pull his hand from his lap and place it in yours, your fingers interlaces with his.

“I can’t believe you would do this to me.” Your father finally says. “I went to you for help and gave you a new suit, all access to… some of my lab, and you’re getting a free ride to college from my sponsorship for you.”

“And…” He stops pacing and runs a hand through his hair. “And to say thank you, you… fondue with my daughter.”

“As much as I hate to point this out right now, you knew and approved of Peter and I dating.” You bring up, your dad opens his mouth to speak but closes it.

“But I didn’t approve of you two fondueing.” He smirks.

You let out a scoff while rolling your eyes.

“You shouldn’t be one to scold me about that.” You call out. “And we weren’t doing anything like Peter said.”

“Then why were you getting your shirt back on and why was–” He sighs and facepalms. “–why is he–” He points to a very de-robed Spiderman. “in his underwear?” Peter’s face turns red and he grabs a blanket and covers himself up.

“I was cold and Peter was changing out of his suit.” You defend. “And if we were doing something, you could’ve walked in on a much worse moment.” Peter’s eyes widen and he shrinks down a bit, cringing at what you just said.

“I’m going to pretend you, my sweet little innocent pride and joy, didn’t just say that.” Dad closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “But I’m just going to at least hope you guys are responsible.” He hints, not wanting to fully say to ‘use condoms’. You nod but his eyes are on Peter for that one.

“Peter.” He calls, the young brunette’s head shoots up. “Responsible?”

“What?” He furrows his eyebrows, you nudge his arm and give him a look. “Oh, yeah, yeah. Of course!” He furiously blushes but nods his head.

“Ok.” Dad wipes his sweaty hands on his pants while letting out a deep breath. “So, I’m just going to go then…” He slowly makes his way towards the door. “But if I do happen to come in here later, you both better be clothed and being sickeningly cute couple by cuddling, okay?”

“Yes, sir.” You both nod.

“Good.” He faintly smiles. “I’m going to go now…” He slowly closes the door.

“Bye, Dad.” You wave.

“Bye.” He sits his head back in then goes back to slowly closing the door. “Pizza for dinner.” He announces.

“Alright.” You giggle. ”Bye, Dad.” You repeat.

“Bye.” He whispers, the door fully closing now.

You wait a few seconds to let your father walk away from the door to say anything.

“Soooo…” You speak up. “Want to start the movie?”

“Please.” He stands up, heading to your dresser to start it and get every layer of clothing he can incase your father walks back in.

Little One: High School Proms

Reader x Kol Mikaelson


Imagine: You and Kol are hooking up at Mystic Falls High School when your siblings, Damon and Stefan, followed up by Klaus and Rebekah Mikaelson, burst in and almost ruin the night.

*Requested: “I love Little One. It would be great if you write the next part. For example a school party. Klaus and Rebekah want to hurt Elena. Stefan and Damon looking for Elena. But they in one of the classrooms found Kol between thighs their sister. They just prefer to each other than family drama.


So if you had a great time writing the request, may I ask a follow-up romance Salvatore-Mikaelson? I would be delighted :D

Word Count: 1859

“This is so stupid!”

Caroline Forbes, one of Elena’s best friends, had organised a huge event at the Mystic Falls High School to celebrate something you did not bother to know. People were talking about it all over town, most of them going crazy over clothes, shoes, drinks and all that teenage crap. You always found those things extremely lame and boring. But, of course, Damon and Stefan forced you to smile and accept the invitation to go to the party. Ever since they found out about your relationship with Kol Mikaelson, they were following you around, just to make sure you would never be one second alone and go off to meet him.

“Come on, it’ll be fun!” Damon said, winking, and you scoffed. “Look, I like this just as much as you do. But I’m doing it to protect Elena. Klaus is still chasing after her and he could be really dangerous.”

“I know that, Damon, I lived with him for over twenty years.” You said, while putting on a pair of high heels.

The vampire narrowed his electric blue eyes, gazing at you annoyed. Almost as if he did not want to remember you spent so many time with the Mikaelsons.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.” You smiled, spinning around in front of him. “What do you think?”

Damon swiftly lost the angry traits and quirked an eyebrow, analysing your choice of clothing. As you did not care nor have enough time to go shopping, you had to pick one of your old dresses. It was nothing extraordinary, but did a pretty good job on flattering your every curve; plus, the gown had a considerable cleavage. Definitely the kind of dress it would make Kol freak out and be all jealous over you.

“Too sexy for the teenage boys to handle.”

“Well, thank you, mister. You don’t look bad yourself.”

“As much as I love spending time with you, we need get going. It’s almost nine.”

“You’re right.” You giggled. “Off to the car.”

Damon offered his arm and you gladly accepted, marching to the car as a couple of old friends. While he drove to the school, you could not help but think of how much you loved your siblings. Although you hated how overprotective they were, in the end of the day, Damon and Stefan would always have your back, always helping you in anything you needed and understanding your choices, even the ones they did not approve it. Dating Kol was one of those.

You sighed, placing your hands in your knees.

“Are you okay, Y/N?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Why do you look like somebody died or so?”

A laugh came out of your lips and you faced your brother, stroking lightly his face.

“I just missed you. And Stefan too.”

“Who knew Y/N Salvatore had real feelings?”

“Oh, come on Damon! Don’t spoil the moment.”

“I missed you too, sis.” He kissed your cheek. “How about we get inside? If I’m right, things will get wild in a little.”

“Oh, fuck, the blood smells so yummy from here!“ You said, jumping out of the car.

“Just be cautious and don’t let anyone see you, okay?”

“I will, don’t worry.”

Inside, you could see couples dancing to a soft ballad, it was actually kind of cute. It got you remembering how much Kol loved to spin you around and pull you close, singing in your ear. A smile grew in your face and you walked towards the bar, anything with alcohol seemed a great call for the moment. However, before you could get there, a guy stopped you.

“Hi there, gorgeous.”

“Do I know you?” You asked, awkwardly.

“No, I don’t think so. But I’d love to.” He took your hand, kissing it. “I’m James, by the way.”

“I’m Y/N.”

“How about I pay you a drink?”

How about you be my drink?” you thought, flashing a wide smile.

“Sounds nice.”

James turned out to be a nice lad, even though he was definitely not your type. Nearly got you guilty for seducing him just to feed. You had to shake your head to focus on what he was saying and not demonstrate you were annoyed to be there. The only thoughts in your mind were that you had to get him out of the crowd, finally enjoy the time you lost on him by tasting his blood and make it fast enough so your boyfriend would not catch you with him. Kol could be really nasty when he was jealous and, since his siblings, Klaus and Rebekah, were after Elena, the family would probably show up.

“Can we go somewhere private?” You questioned, wearing your best smile.

“Sure. There’s a bunch of empty classes we could use.”


It took only a few minutes to escape the noisy party. The teenage boy placed his hands on your shoulders and kissed your neck. You spun around and faced him. He pulled you closer, squeezing the skin of your waist. You felt like a snake, watching your pray approach to finally attack it.

“You’re so beautiful…”

Before he could lean in and kiss you, somebody ripped him off and threw him on the ground.

“You do not mess with somebody else’s girlfriend, mate!”

Kol!” You yelled, pulling your boyfriend away from the other guy. You knelt before James and looked deep in his eyes, compelling him to stay there and not scream.

“What were you doing with that guy? Why he had his filthy hands on you?”

“I was just going to feed, darling.”

“Did you have to let him touch you?”

“I’m not going to argue with you over this any more. What are you doing here?”


“Your psycho siblings are after my brother’s girlfriend.”

“Jackpot!” His devilish smirk showed up, as he slowly walked to you to place a kiss on your lips. “I missed you, babe.”

“Me too.”

“So, do you still fancy a drink?”

“Always, honey.”

Kol chuckled and pushed opened one of the classroom, quickly getting inside. With the door completely open, you dragged James through it and sat him on the teacher’s chair. The boy whimpered scared, but the compulsion did not allow him to do any further, just await to a likely death. You parted his legs, placing yourself in the middle and bending to get the best spot on his neck. He smelt so good and the alcohol on his blood would only make it better. Ultimately, you sunk your teeth on him, spilling the red liquid and calming your thirst.

“You look so sexy when you’re feeding, love.“ 

The brown haired Mikaelson caressed your hair, observing closely your movements. Eventually, you dropped the young man, pretty much dead, on the floor and stood up, facing your boyfriend. The blood was dripping, leisurely staining your chin and slithering through your cleavage. You knew how much Kol loved to see you like this: dominant and strong. A lethal weapon against his sanity.

"Don’t you want have a taste?” You whispered in deep, filled with lust, voice.

“Oh yeah.” He replied, claiming your lips with his. “Shit, your mouth tastes so good, darling…”

You only hummed against his mouth, your hands pulling a lock of his hair aggressively. Kol laughed, kissing the soft skin on your neck, his tongue wiping out the traces of blood from it. Your body was way more responsive than usual and a couple of small strangled noises slipped.

“This is not, oh…” He found your wet core, circling small figure eights on it. “Fair!”

Mikaelson stopped the movements beneath your skirt and firmly grabbed your hips, turning you around and bending you against the table. You struggled to breathe, feeling his length hard on you.

“You drive me crazy, Y/N.” He smacked your ass, making you groan. “I just want to fuck you until you’re senseless.”

“Damn it! Stop teasing me!”

“Y/N.” You glanced back, staring at him. “Can you stand up for me?”

“I can try.” Both of you giggled.

Kol gave you a hand, helping you to get back on your feet again. He smashed his lips onto yours one more time before sitting you on the room’s desk.

“Now what are you going to do?”

“Stick my head between your legs and eat you out until you beg.”

“Uh, you had me on the eat out part.”

The sweet chocolate eyed Mikaelson smirked, a hint of mischief infused in his irises. He knelt in front of you, grabbing your feet and rubbing it softly. Small shudders spread across your form. You screwed your eyes shut and let out a girlish moan.

“I want to hear you screaming my name, love.”

“I thought you were supposed to make me beg.”

He opened your legs, kissing your inner thighs. Kol pulled playfully your panties’ waistband, which made you bit your lips. Your core was so warm and wet that got you anxious for his direct touch. It was almost hurting.

“Stop fooling me around, Kol Mikaelson.”

“Couldn’t you wait, love? Such a hurried kitten!”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. Mikaelson took of your knickers and went for it. He darted out his tongue throughout your entrance, suckling your folds and placing delicate kisses on the soft skin. His touch was simply delicious. Kol always got you desiring more and more.

“Oh, Kol.”

“Y/N?” You heard Damon’s voice calling out. “Are you here?”

You have to be kidding me!”

“Y/N?” It was Stefan’s time to reach for you.

Kol stopped what he was doing and raised his look to meet yours. But, before you could say anything, Stefan and Damon bursted into the place. Followed up by Klaus and Rebekah. “Oh, God, why can’t I have sex with my boyfriend? Is this some kind of punishment?”, you thought coming down from the table and facing the astonished look from the trespassers.

“What do you want?”

“We need to find Elena!” Stefan said, worried out and ignoring the whole situation you were in. “She’s gone and doesn’t answer her phone.”

“This is all your fault!”

“I need her, mate. I wouldn’t bloody hurt her.” Klaus retorted Damon’s statement.

“But Rebekah would.”

"Oi! Don’t talk like I’m not here!”

You exchanged a look with Kol. Both of you hated that family drama and could not care less about Elena Gilbert’s whereabouts. You sighed, hearing the fight become louder.

“Can you just shut up?” You yelled, narrowing your eyes. “This is not the place for that kinda argument.”

“But Y/N…”

“For fuck’s sake, I want to shag my boyfriend. Am I asking too much?”

“Ew!” A chorus emitted, whilst frowning. “OK, this is entirely irrelevant.“ Klaus snorted. "Are you going to come with us and look for the doppelgänger?” “I’m sorry, Nik, but I’m with Y/N. I couldn’t care less about Elena Gilbert.”

“So, all of you, leave. Right now.”

You are not bossing me around!” The Original Hybrid growled.“I’ll do what I want.”

“Niklaus, I’m not going to argue with you.”

He raised an eyebrow and Rebekah opened her mouth to say something.

“Nor with you, Rebekah. Now, go off to find Elena or whatever, just leave us out, okay?”

“I’m not leaving you alone with him.” Damon pouted.

“We already had that conversation. He’s my boyfriend, suck it in.”


“No “but”! Out of here.“

Kol was standing against the table, arms crossed and a proud grin on his lips. After everyone left, you ran to his arms, hooking your legs around his waist. The man laughed and you kissed him.

"Now, where were we?”

Dog Mom Life- Prank War

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: The Reader and Tom are having a prank war.. let’s just say Tom is in for some trouble.

Warnings: Swearing cause I swear IRL and so does Tom. Cute/ funny

Word Count: 1,500

A/N: I saw Spider-Man Homecoming again tonight :,) Inspired by Tom & Harry’s prank video I saw on Youtube lol.

[Tom’s POV]

“So how’s the prank war going,I heard your wife is in the lead?” The Interviewer asks repositioning himself in the chair.He had a grin on his face waiting for my answer. I knew this question was going to pop up.

“She is… Last week she glues my hand to my script which luckily was just the last page.. as you probably heard she drew a realistic spider on the toilet roll causing me to scream, trip , and fall into our shower…” I admit laughing in embarrassment.

“You actually fell for it even while knowing you’re in a prank war with her?” he laughs shuffling his cards.

“It looked so real! Mate, if you were in my situation and scared of spiders like me you would understand!” The memory of the spider made a shiver run down my spine. My laughter gets cut off by my phone ringing. Apologizing to the staff I answer it holding my phone away from my face. I normally ignore my mom’s calls but it’s my wife and I love her and her beautiful face.

“Hello Darling , how are you?” I smile but internally scared by her angry face in the screen.

Thomas Stanley Holland… YOU SWITCHED MY OREOS FILLING WITH TOOTHPASTE?!” Her voice making me shrink back in my chair. Fuck. She’s hangry, pregnant and hormonal. I knew this prank was risky.

“You’re not getting anything from me this weekend when you come back home, not even the special thing you like eith- please tell me you didn’t answer this in an interview” I laugh out loud as her cheeks turn pink. The sound of the crew and the interviewers laughter makes her eyes widen.

“Yes love, we were just on the subject of the prank war..”

“Well Thomas you’re going to regret messing with my oreos..” Her middle finger is the last thing I see before the line goes off.

Fuck” I groan tilting my head back my eyes widening when I realized I swore,looking over at the camera.

“I’m sorry Sony” but on the inside I’m screaming FUCK ME I’M SCREWED WHEN I GET HOME.

“What am I saying, I’m a Brit and I swear a lot.. They can’t be mad I made my pregnant wife angry” I nervously laugh looking to the side.God this is going to be a long day, I’m so nervous to go back home now.


[Reader’s POV]

“At least you got the video of him falling into the shower, he just knows you have the picture”Zendaya laughs clapping her hands together.

“Today he answered his phone and then I got mad at him cause he messed with my Oreos and then I said he wouldn’t get anything from me and not even the special thing he likes then I realized he was in an interview because of all the Spider-Man backgrounds.. “

“YOU’RE KIDDING ME”  her face drops completely her laughter ending. I wish I was kidding,yet I wasn’t. Now I’m going to become a meme with Tom’s fans I know it. Their memes are floating around the internet as we speak.

“Yes, and he had me on FaceTime while he was in an interview” I groan as I burry my face in my hands. All I heard was Zendaya’s laughter fill the air. Her laughter was a great sound but it sucked hearing it you were still so embarrassed.

“Girl, don’t stress out you’ll harm my future Godbaby out.. That just means you have to get him back so badly he will want a truce” She grins mischievously quirking an eyebrow up. God her eyebrows were threaded by Aphrodite herself.

“Well I did have a plan for him when he get’s home, maybe it will be bad enough for him to end it.” I sigh adjusting the screen of my phone. Zendaya was currently sitting in her hotel room and was bored. The two of you becoming close and picking on Tom was fun for the two of you.

“What do you have planned for him?”

“Well I was going to do something with his hair gel but I love his curls too much to put glue in the gel..”

“Okay well I have an idea since you mentioned glue.. it will be one sticky situation he can’t get away with now listen closely” Reaching over I grab a piece of paper and a pen.

“Ready, Okay let’s get started”




“Darling, I’m home!”

“Hey baby, how was the rest of the day?” I ask chopping up some carrots, the knife going down harder hearing his voice.

“Uh.. darling please be careful with the knife.. you could hurt yourse-” Stabbing the knife into cutting board, Tom flinches from the sound taking a step back. Hormonal,pregnant and a knife.. Not a good combination.

“Alrighty then.. I’m just going to go to the bathroom and probably have a scroll through instagram while you cool down darling..” He backs away out of the kitchen slowly.

“Hold on, I have to pick up something I spilled in the basin” I walk towards the bathroom making sure I had the thing Zendaya told me to get. Once inside I fix up the bathroom getting everything settled.

   Leaving the bathroom with my items I let him in. Tom presses a kiss against my forehead before walking past me. “Tessa , come here love” I call out setting her dish onto the floor. Grabbing the baby book I was reading earlier in the day. I make my way to the couch and sit down setting it aside.  

Opening up my camera I press record waiting for him to realize and finally I hear Tom shout.“GOD DAMMIT, WHAT THE FUCK… SERIOUSLY BABE?!”

Paybacks a bitch isn’t it…


Laughter is pouring out of you as you walk over to the bathroom. Tom being an idiot and not locking it you walk in. He covers himself groaning loudly a grin on your face. “Can we please have a truce.. I give up CAUSE MY ASS IS GLUED TO THE SEAT!”

“So does that mean I’ve won the war?” I ask peeking from behind the camera. A huge grin was plastered on my face. He glares grabbing a strip of toilet paper from the roll.

“I Tom Holland, surrender to the Prank War Queen, now get me the fuck off babe!” He waves the toilet paper strip like a flag. He uses his shirt to cover himself on the camera.

“Okay baby, let me get the nail polish remover” Pressing end on the video I set my phone on the counter.

“God you’re lucky I love you” He looks at you with a loving smile that melts your heart.

“More than yesterday?” I ask tilting my head to the side holding up the bottle of nail polish remover.

“Yes I love your more, more, more than yesterday, now get me off of here… I can feel my unborn child judging me from inside you”  he pleads as you open the cap grabbing cotton balls.

“You better not fuck with my oreos again Thomas Holland..” My voice stern as I rub the soaked cotton ball on the skin connected on the seat.

“I promise not to touch the oreos darling.. I risked the war with fucking up the oreos..” He sighs as you work at separating his skin.

“How much glue did you put on here?”

“I don’t know! Zendaya said to use a lot because you have a “thick ass”  I say throwing up quotation marks.

“My ass isn’t stupid, it’s a nice ass!” he defends crossing his arms over his chest. Rolling your eyes you finish the left side moving to the right.

“I know your ass isn’t stupid babe, it’s an American term.. In terms it means you have a big ass” I laugh getting another cotton ball throwing the other one away.

“I love you darling, even when we do crazy shit like this” You feel his lips press against the back of your head.

  The moment he got free he stood pulling his pants up. Remnants of glue still stuck to his ass and legs making me  laugh. The glare he sent my way silenced me right away. Tom picks up a bag from the dining room table handing it to me. Opening it up was a new package of Oreos calling your name.

“I love you so much, thank you” I pull him by his shirt pressing my lips against his.

“More than yesterday?” he mumbles against your lips. Breaking apart I nod my head up at him cupping his cheek with my free hand.

You loved this man just as much as the Oreos you were holding.


REQUEST - Can you do an harry styles imagine where the reader is shy and just so innocent and always wants to be around harry because she feels protected and harry does everything he can do to protect and make her happy and she doesn’t talk much but he doesn’t mind then some of Harry’s friends mention how cute they are? Love your work! - @baileyhizzle

I’M SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY. But it was only because my main focus was on The Divorce Series AU. Now, This is a fan-fiction, I have no idea how Harry is in real life. I’ve tad bit changed the storyline. This is just a part of my imagination. ENJOY! :) xx


You slide your glasses  back up the bridge of your nose as you opened your locker. You could hear the light snickers of giggles beside you, but chose to ignore it. You removed all your art supplies which you needed for your next class. You were looking down to collect all your brushes, when your locker door slammed shut and you jumped up in fright.

“Morning, baby!” Harry appeared in front of you with his wide dimpled smile, “Look at yeh, got yourself a new pair of glasses!” You smiled and once again rearranged the glasses on your nose.

“They suit yeh, and they’re more modern than the ones yeh had before too!” he chuckled and pulled you close to him by your waist as he leaned flat against your locker.

“Harry, I’m gonna be late for my class if I don’t leave right now.” you said in a soft tone. He hummed and dropped his hands from your waist. You felt his warmth leave your body at the drop of his hands and automatically a pout appeared on your lips.

“Well? M’not stopping yeh… Go on…” he smirked at your pout. You slowly turned around to walk away, feeling upset that he was letting you go so easily, but soon enough he was pulling you right back into his arms.

“Changed my mind. Want yeh here, with me.” You must’ve only gotten a chance to blink before he leaned in and gave you a proper snog in front of everyone in the corridor. You blushed and pull away from him slightly.

“You can’t just kiss me like that, H” you whispered.

“Why not? You’re m’girlfriend. Can kiss yeh anytime I want.” He teased and pulled you closer.

“What if some teacher sees us?” He laughed and pulled your arms around his neck to give you a hug.

“What am I gonna do with yeh, pet?” He sighed and looked back at you, “ I think I love yeh too much to leave yeh alone in this school.”

You and Harry had been now dating for a whole year. He wasn’t a popular kid but girls sure did enjoy his attention and loved giving him their attention. He was a very charming, kind and good looking guy. You had no idea how he fell for you, a nerd who had her head deep buried into the books all day long. Harry didn’t have a reputation but you sure did. A reputation of being a geek. He hated every second of it, if it was up to him, he would love punch every person who ever hurt you in your life to pulp. But scaring you off was the last thing he ever wanted to do.

“I can take care of myself, babe.” you kissed his cheek and pulled your bag towards your shoulder. He nodded, “I know, but m’always gonna worry. Yeh know that.”

You smiled at him and his heart skipped a beat. Even after being together for a year, you still managed to make his heart jump.

“Now shoosh, off yeh go. Don’t wan’t yeh blaming me later about how yeh were late for your class because of me..” He patted your bum lightly and you gasped. His eyes crinkled as he laughed at your expression. He quickly pecked your lips, “See you in an hour? We have the next class together..”

You nodded and he turned to walk away.You walked into your art class, and took a seat on a chair right at the end corner of the room, you removed your new box of water paints, which you were excited to use and started working on your portrait. Half way through the class you heard a psst, looking up you found Georgia staring at you with a smirk on her face. Not the smirk you were used to getting from your man. You especially hated the smirk she gave you.

“I really need to borrow your paints, YN. You see, mine are all mixed up and not even one colour has it’s original colour. So I’m taking yours, okay?” she said in a sickly sweet voice and snatched your paints.

“I-I was working with them-” you stuttered softly, but she cut you off.

“Thanks, YN.” She ignored you and you looked back at your incomplete painting. It was a drawing Harry. His birthday was coming up and you were really excited to give him the drawing along with his other presents.

“Oops!” You snapped your head back at her, only to gasp when you see the condition of your new paints. Every colour was now ruined. There was red mixed in white paint and black in pink. You swallowed the lump in your throat and smiled at her apology.

“Well that’s unfortunate. Here, I don’t need them anymore..” she extended her hand towards you, but before you could get a hold of it she tilted the paints and all the water droplets and colour splashed across your painting.

“No!” You gasped and tried to pull away. You tried to remove the mess but it was too late.The whole painting was ruined too.

“Gosh, I’m so sorry, YN.. But I’m sure you can make another one for him.” she said and got back to her painting. You felt a tear flow down your cheek but you quickly wipe it off. Soon enough the bell rang and you ran towards the bathrooms.

You slide down the locked door and cry. You knew you hadn’t been in there for long time, so you jumped at the loud banging on the other side of the door. You quickly stood up, wiped your eyes and opened the door. There stood Harry with an angry expression on his face.

“What happened? Who did this to yeh?” He entered the toilet without a second thought. Seeing him there made you drop the facade you had put on and break down just as you were about to drop down on to your knees he pulled himself and kneeled on the floor along with you.

“Tell me, baby. I promise I’ll make it right. Just tell me who made you cry.” he urged and hugged you as you nuzzled your head in his neck and sobbed. 

You shook your head, “G-G-Georgia, she r-ruined..” You cried and tighten your hold on his next.

If one thing was very important to you aside from your family and Harry. It was your art. No one messed with it. Since it was your passion, it became one of his favourite passions. 

His body tensed after hearing Georgia’s name. She had always been jealous of his relationship with you. It was only because last year you were the new girl in their school, and before you, he and Georgia had something going on. It wasn’t serious at all. Maybe a kiss or two. It didn’t mean anything to either of them.

But one look at you and Harry felt the world around him changing, he knew he would never be the same after meeting you. One look at you and he felt the need to protect you from every bad and hurtful thing, one look and he wanted you to be his, and he wanted him to be yours.

“Ruined what, baby? I swear to god, if she hurt yeh..” he threatened pulling you closer than ever.

You met his sad gaze, and let out a hiccup, “s-she ruined my paints and the painting I was making f-for you, as a g-gift for your b-birthday..” he hushed you and wiped the tear that fell down your cheek. He gentle kissed the cheek that wasn’t pressed against his shoulder.

“M’so sorry she did that, pet,” he muttered and then pulled you up with him. The anger he felt inside was aching to explode. But he was trying not to show it in front of you. The two of you didn’t know for how long you were in there, but then you heard two bells ringing, declaring it was time for lunch break.

He wrapped his arm arm around your waist and kissed your forehead, “I forgot my watch in the classroom. Can yeh please go sit with the boys and wait for me in the cafeteria?” he dropped his forehead against yours.

You nodded and the two of you packed up your stuff back into your bag. He watched you leave and enter the cafeteria doors before he walked back to the direction of the locker. He found the person he was looking for and got a hold of their hand and roughly pulled them into a secluded, silent area of the school.

“Couldn’t stay away, could you?” She smirked and leaned against the old metal non-working vending machine, with hands behind her back.

“Why did you do it?” he whispered, walking towards her slowly.

“Do what?” she sassed, raising her eyebrow. He towered over her letting out heavy breaths. Their chests were almost touching each other. He was itching to move away from this disgusting atmosphere and her.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. So let’s try this again. Why the fuck did you do it?”

“It as just a pathetic little drawing. It wasn’t even that great, I did you a favour. I saved you from lying about how you love the painting. You’re little bitch was just overreacting as usual.” she spat.

He punched the machine beside he and she jumped with fright. Georgia was scared, for sure. She was worried she had crossed the line. She knew not to mess with his temper, especially not to mess with the people he loved. But she couldn’t help it. She was jealous. She wanted him, but you snatched him away from her. He was hers before he was yours.

“You’re a girl that’s why I’m containing myself. I’m warning you Georgia, if I ever see you near my girl again, the outcome won’t be nice..” he whispered threateningly, looking at her dead in the eyes. He walked away from her and she gasped not realizing she had stopped breathing for a second. She watched him disappear, and decided that it was better if she stayed away.

Harry entered the cafeteria and saw you laughing with the boys. His shitty mood turned into a happy mood as he skipped towards you. He slide beside you and surprised you with a loud kiss on the apple of your cheeks.

“Here comes the man of your dreams, YN…I see how you still haven’t minimized the PDA like I told you to, Haz! Give her a bit of space, ey?” Lou  teased and sassed as the other boy and their girlfriends laughed. Harry wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to him.

“You’re just jealous because the only companion you have in your life at the moment, is your hand…” he joked. The boys let out an ooh and the girls laughed, including Louis

“Touche, mate.”

You looked at Harry to find him already looking at you. You smiled at him, “You okay, baby?” he asked. You nodded and hugged his side.He rested his head on top of your head. He felt content.

The two of you were happy. That’s all that mattered. Nothing could come between Harry and his sweet creature.That’s how it was going to be. Forever.


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I do need you || Bill Denbrough

Request: I just got a feeling

Characters: Reader x Bill, the losers club 


Word count: 1730

Warning: Blood, It, Nightmares, bullying. This is a little hard not gonna lie.  

A/n: this is one of the darkest things I've ever done.

Originally posted by edsgazebos

When Beverly was taken by IT you went to the sewers just like everyone else. It was hard to go back, when Richie blew up on Bill, you were the first to side with him. You walked away. Not because you were scared, but what was the point?

You were one of the original members of the losers club, ever since you started to hang out with Eddie and Richie back in the second grade. They were your family. But that all changed the Summer after Georgie went missing.

That was when all of your insecurities started to crack though your hard exterior. You started to feel like they had moved on from you. You were always in the back of the group, sometimes they forgot to tell you about plans, and worst of all, Bill started to look at Beverly how he used to look at you.

You were in love with Bill. There was no other word for it. If he called you were there, you barely left his side during the search for Georgie, you were there to make sure he ate or changed his clothes, you walked him to school and even went as far to stand up to Henry Bowers for him.

So it hurt like hell when he and everyone suddenly cut you out. You hadn’t even told them about when It came to see you a few nights after everyone split up. You had been asleep in bed when you woke up to a weird sensation on your feet. You saw Bill massaging them “Bill?” You croaked out. You knew it wasn’t him. He looked different. He felt different, he was just different. “W-what are you doing here?” You asked, he slowly started to walk around the side of your bed, trailing up your leg with a single finger.

He stopped standing over your head. “I came to see you (y/n).” He didn’t even stutter. “No. You’re not Bill.” You started to sit up and move away from him when he grabbed your wrist. “Am I not real enough for you?” It asked, tears started to stream down your face. “Let me go! I want to go!” Its grip tightened, you looked around for something to hit it with, but you turned back and screamed when it was no longer Bill and instead a tall clown, smiling down on you.

As you whimpered it moved it’s hand up your arm to your shoulder and then you neck. “I was real enough for Georgie!” It laughed as you gasped when his grasp on your neck tightened and everything went black.

You would have never believed it wasn’t just a nightmare if it wasn’t for the fact that when you woke up in the morning there were scars from nails on you neck and dried blood on your pillow. That was also the day you started to wear your hair down.

Richie was the one to call you about Beverly. At first you thought he was joking so you hung up the phone after telling him to fuck off. But when he called back you knew something was up. So you biked to the old crack house.

When you pulled up everyone was waiting outside. Bill and Stan gave you a funny look. “What?” You snapped. Richie turned with a smile at the sound of your voice which fell right off when he saw you. “Why’s your hair down?” He asked, it caught you off guard. “Because why not, What’s it to you anyways?”

Richie put his hands up and stepped back from you, “Well it’s someone’s time of the month.” You rolled your eyes and flipped him off. “R-ready?” Bill asked, everyone nodded except for Stan who looked just about ready to shit himself. You huffed and followed them into the house.

You and Mike were the only ones still at the top of the well when Henry got there. He went after Mike first, and when Mike was down it was your turn. He punched you a few times in the stomach and then held you up the wall by only your neck. You swear there was nothing behind his eyes.

Right before you would black out mike kicked Henry’s legs out from under him, causing Henry to return to him. He was about to shoot Mike with the bolt gun when you picked up pipe and hit him on the back of the head. Not hard enough to knock him out though. You stepped back when he stood up and turned to you with a smile that could kill All by itself.

You screamed and hit him with the pipe right on the nose, blood shot back onto your face as he fell down the well. You looked over the edge with Mike down to the rest of the losers. “Woah, you two look like shit!” Richie yelled up.

You and Mike got down to the tunnels and everyone started to walk. You fell behind with Stan a little, both of you didn’t want to be here but for some unknown reason felt like you owed it to your friends.

Everyone in front of the two of you were talking when the sound of a pebble hitting the wall made you both turn. There in the tunnel was It leaning into you view. “Stan-” “yeah I see it.” It waved and then leaned back hiding himself again. You two made eye contact and when you looked back to the group they were gone. “Guys?” you asked, Stan shook his head and the two of you started to rush through the tunnels. You ended up in a roundabout type thing.

You went on way around the circle and Stan went the other but when you would have met him in the middle he was gone. “Stan? Stan!” he was just gone, into thin air. You started to frantically look around for any sign of him.

“Hiya (y/n)!” you turned at Richie’s cheery laugh. “Richie?” you started towards him when you saw the balloon he was holding behind his back. “No.” you stopped dead in your tracks. “Wanna know a secret?” you turned around to see Eddie now standing where you had just been.

You shook your head, hair tangling in front of your eyes. “Come on (y/n)” to your right Ben had another balloon. “You’ve been replaced…” Beverly was on your left, tears now brimming your eyes. “Please.” you begged it to stop. “I don’t need you anymore… I don’t want you anymore.” it felt like a cut across your back. You turned slowly hoping your ears deceived you, but sure enough there was Bill. the same bill from the night in bed. The different bill.

“No, no, no,” you couldn’t form any other words, you stumbled back into one of the tunnels as your friends gathered in front of you spitting venom. “Just go home.” “you’re useless.” you covered your ears and cried, praying this was a nightmare you could wake up from. “You make me sick.”

You tripped over a stick and fall back into the greywater. “We never even liked you.” something warm was running down your back. You tried to pull yourself further from the creatures as you put a hand to the back of your neck. You looked back at your hand and screeched, it was cover with your thick blood.

The cuts from where Its nails had dug in someone broke. Letting blood flood out of your neck. “Help!” you screamed at the top of your lungs. “No one cares,” “there’s no point of yelling.” “no one even noticed you were gone.”

Right when you were about to give up a pair of arms wrapped around yours and pulled you backwards. “(y/n)! It was Bill, the real Bill this time. “Bill?” you pulled yourself away from him. “You left me! You didn’t even care.” you yelled. You saw the others behind him and Stan with blood circling his face and fresh tear tracks. “No I p-promise. It was I-It!” you shook your head but everything was started to get blurry. You had forgot about the cuts, you fell forward into his arms. You couldn’t stop crying.

You blacked out for a while after that but woke up mid fight with It. richie hit him with a bat. Before you thought about what was happening you pulled out a umbella from the pull of junk you had been propped against. It went to the losers, changing into their weakness. As soon as it locked eyes with you, you knew you had to fight. You stood up and it shifted into Bill. “I don’t wan-” you screamed and stabbed in right in the heart with the tip of the umbrella sending it back to beverly.

A few days later, after you had went to the hospital and told them it was Henry Bowers, you met the rest of the losers in the field. You all stood in a circle. Bill made a speech about coming back to derry or something but you were to zoned out to really be listening. You did however notice when he took a piece of glass and cut his hand. He nodded and then started around the circle. When he got to you he paused for almost too long.

“Come on B-B-Billie, we don’t have all day!” Richie yelled from behind him. Bill shook his head and cut your palm causing you to wince. “Shit.” you gritted your teeth. Bill took his place next to you and grabbed your hand. Everyone went around the circle clasping one another’s hands for better or for worse. “I hate you guys.” Stan cracked a smile and everyone laughed gently.

One by one everyone left until it was just you and Bill. “I should probably be getting home.” you spoke quietly. Like you meant brake the moment. He nodded and you stood up started to walk away. “(y/n)!” you turned around, he was already running towards you. “I-I-I-” he cut himself of but kissing you. He pulled away and you cracked a smile. You placed your hand on his cheek and leaned in again. This it lasted longer, it was sweeter, it was real Bill. who was really kissing you. “I do need you.” He whispered as he placed his forehead against yours.

24/7 Marriage Counselor

Words: 13k
Genre: Fluff
Read the sequel drabble: here
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Originally posted by jjilljj

Briefcase? Check.
Suitcase? Check.
A wonderful smile and everything perfect? Automatically checked.

Fantastic! He puts his fist to the door in three firm knocks in rapid succession.

The door opens without a moment to spare and on the other side is a bright grinning woman. “Good morning, Mrs. Kang. How are you doing today?”

“Oh please~” She slaps a hand to her blushing cheek. “You can drop the formalities. Call me Sunny. But don’t just stand there! Come in, come in!”

As if the mint coloured house and the honey brown porch wasn’t enough, the interior of the home, although small, is cozy and even cuter. It’s all light hardwood floors with ivory walls, open concept with the kitchen seen from the front door. The living room carries pops of teal, perfectly neat and impeccable like the white picket fence and freshly cut grass outside. But he knows the things that often seem immaculate are usually there to make up for what isn’t; it’s the surface of the ocean.

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History- Jughead Jones

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: Jughead and reader have drifted apart, and reader just wants to know why she lost one of her best friends (the requested “holy shit you have a lot of books” prompt)

Warnings: None wow what a shocker


It was no secret that I loved reading. It ignited a passion in me, the stories I read gave me hope, and faith, they taught me to dream big and always reach for the stars. As cliché as it sounded, reading was my favorite pass time. My parents obviously saw how dedicated I was to literature, and they were proud of my intelligence and my sophisticated and mature personality, which had come from many of the books I had read, so it was no surprise that our home included a personal library for me to lounge in and read.

My parents were very well off when it came to money, especially living in Riverdale and having a decent paying job. We lived in a two-story house in the same neighborhood as the blossoms, although Cheryl and I weren’t any more than friendly neighbors and classmates. I usually kept to myself, having my few friends like Archie Andrews or Betty Cooper. My parents had been friends with theirs for as long as I can remember, which made the three of us close. I was also friends with Veronica Lodge and Kevin Keller.

Jughead Jones and I had a confusing relationship to say the least. We started off as childhood friends, then drifted apart during middle school. Then we grew closer over the summer, after Archie had ditched the road trip, and then he began to distance himself from me again. I didn’t know why, but it irritated me greatly, and it didn’t help that I had become infatuated with the broody teen. I would have done anything to fix whatever happened to our friendship, so when Betty told me Jughead had been having trouble in history class, I jumped at the offer to tutor him, managing to corner him at school.

“Jughead Jones.” I stood behind the boy who was hunched over his locker. He slowly turned to face me, a bored expression on his face.

“That’s me.” He replied, closing his locker door and leaning against it. I straightened my posture, not letting his loose demeanor intimidate me further.

“I know you’re having trouble in history, and lucky for you, we just so happen to have history, so I’m here to help.” I spoke cheerfully, a grin on my face.

“No thanks, I don’t need your charity.” Jughead pushed off the lockers, beginning to walk away.

“Jughead,” I grabbed his arm, turning him back around to face me. I decided to take control of the situation, putting on a brave face.

“It wasn’t an offer. You need the help, and you know it.” I let go of his arm.” Be at my house at 3:30, or retake history, it’s your call.”

With that, I turned on my heel, walking away.

I paced my living room floor, too nervous to sit or do anything else for that matter. It was 3:31, and I was anxiously wondering if Jughead would come.

Ten minutes later, I heard a knock at my door, and I quickly ran to it, peeking out the window. When I saw Jughead standing there, arms crossed and his backpack on his shoulders, I sighed in relief, thanking my lucky stars he actually came.

I unlocked the bolt, opening the door and nodding my head to greet him. Jughead stepped inside, looking around at the hallway of my home. After a moment, I cleared my throat to catch his attention before leading him to the dining room table. I had already grabbed a few history books from the library, setting them neatly on the table.

“Would you like something to drink? We have water, sweet tea, soda….”

“Do you have root beer?” He asked, his attention already on one of the history books that sat on the table.

“Jughead Jones, I’m personally offended that you would ask me such a question.” I remarked, trying to lighten the mood. I saw a ghost of a smile flash across his face, and grinned to myself, happy that I had gotten something out of him. I grabbed a root beer from the fridge, walking over to him and handing him the bottle before sitting down next to him.

We had gotten an hour and a half in to tutoring, and I had been helping jughead with all the key things he would need to know for our midterm. Jughead had mostly been quiet, not saying much more than the answers to the questions. I gave up on trying to rekindle whatever friendship there was left. I just didn’t understand what I had done wrong, and it bothered me greatly.

“Ok, that’s it for today.” I stood up, collecting the history books in my arms.” I think you’re more than prepared for the test.” I walked out of the room, making my way to the library and swinging the door open. I walked over to the little nonfiction section I had assigned, putting the books back in alphabetical order.

“Holy shit.” I swung around, turning to see Jughead standing at the door.” That’s a lot of books.”

“Yeah.” I agreed, blushing lightly.” My mom and dad helped me make it when we moved in here. It’s my favorite room.” I turned my attention back to Jughead, who seemed to be fixated on one of the shelves, his fingers running across the spines of the books gently. After a moment or so, I broke the silence, uttering the question I had been wanting to ask for the longest time.

“What happened between us?” Jughead’s attention snapped back towards me, a sad look on his face.” Did I do something wrong? Why aren’t we friends anymore, Jughead? If it’s because of me – “

“It wasn’t you, y/n.” Jughead sighed, stepping towards me.” Trust me, you didn’t do anything wrong.” Jughead dropped his head, finding the ground more interesting.

“Then what happened?” I questioned, looking at him expectantly. Jughead looked up, his eyes locking with mine. Jughead opened his mouth, trying to find the words to say, but couldn’t. I sighed, looking away from him.

“If you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine, I’m sorry for binging it up, I just wanted to know wh-“ I was cut off when Jughead cupped my face, turning me to look back at him. His hands stayed there for a moment, thumbs brushing against my cheekbones lightly, before he closed the distance between us, kissing me softly. My hands gripped Jughead’s wrists, not knowing where else to go.

After a moment, Jughead moved his hands, opting to wrap his arms around my waist instead. My arms went around his shoulders, pulling his body closer to mine. Jughead deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing against my bottom lip. Jughead and I finally broke apart, eyes locking again.

“That’s why.” Jughead spoke, voice cracking a bit. We both let out a breathy laugh, smiling as we realized we both had mutual feelings.

“You idiot. We could have been doing this a long time ago.” I shook my head, pushing him down by the back of his neck to kiss me again.

Beauty [Rick Grimes x Reader]

Hi! Could I please request a Rick x Reader one-shot where they’re already in a relationship, she deals with low self-esteem that she’s managed to keep kinda hidden, and he somehow catches her at a low moment, and shows her how beautiful/perfect she is to him with some good ol’ loving smut? Thanks! Bless you for all these wonderful stories, btw! ❤️

Hiii so I’m not the same person who ask if you have any plus size imagines but I was wondering if you could write one where the reader (who’s plus sized and who is also in a relationship with rick) sees rick flirting with a women in Alexandria who is skinnier and “prettier” and the reader becomes very self conscious but once rick gets home he sees she’s acting different and ask why and he tells her she’s all he wants and proves it:)) P.S sorry is my English is shit it’s not my first language

I combined these two requests, I hope you both like them! This was really fun to write! 💓

Words: 2,773

Warnings: Smut, swearing, self-hatred, insecurity

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Disposable pt 16

Being friends with benefits with Min Yoongi can be complicated (at best) by itself. But when you accidentally tell your family (and his boss) that the two of you are dating, things get messy. It only complicates things more when you blackmail Yoongi into pretending to date you, and neither of you can quite keep your feelings separate, no matter how much you try.

Angst, fluff, slight smut at times.

Yoongi x Reader

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15

The house was fairly quiet when you woke up, and upon venturing into the living room, you found Namjoon, Jungkook, and Hoseok talking quietly. You were almost relieved that Yoongi wasn’t sitting with them, you weren’t sure if you were ready to face him just yet. You were embarrassed by the things you had said, and didn’t much care for the idea of admitting to him that you were wrong—even if he was wrong too. The conversation halted abruptly when you walked into the room, and you looked down at your feet.

“Sorry about last night.” You muttered, and you saw Namjoon shake his head.

“Don’t be. Fights happen. But we need to talk.”

You didn’t like the sound of that, but you sat down in a chair across from Namjoon anyway. “Have you seen Yoongi this morning?” You asked, hoping to stall. Maybe you could use the excuse of apologizing to him as a reason to leave the room. You thought you might even bring him coffee as a sort of peace offering if he was still in bed.

“Yeah, I have. A few hours ago.” You looked up at your oldest brother, seeing the seriousness of his face.

“A few hours ago? Where is he now?” You weren’t sure why you were suddenly so nervous, but you glanced between Namjoon and Jungkook, looking for some clue.

“He’s gone.” Jungkook said quietly.

“Gone?” You asked, a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. “Gone outside?”

“No…” Jungkook started, but you didn’t want to hear the rest. You had a horrible suspicion of what he meant.

“Gone to the store?”

“Gone, gone.” Namjoon sighed. “His flight was at eight.”

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The Bullet (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Summary: Since you started to work as the Avengers Doctor a certain Super Soldier seems to have more injuries recently after missions which causes not only you to be suspicious but also everyone around you. 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: So fluffy and sweet you´ll get diabetes 

Never in a million years would´ve you thought that becoming friends with the Avengers would be something that would ever happen to you. You just imagined doing your job by taking care of them before, during and after missions pulling out bullets out of their skin and stitching wounds whenever they needed it but within only 1 months they were already treating you like a part of their “family” and to be honest you enjoyed every single minute of it. 

It was another usual workday where you would sit in your office taking care of all that paper work you had to do after every mission where you had to write down who had which injuries and for some reason there was a certain super soldiers name written on every single one of them. Bucky Barnes

You lost count on how many times you actually stitched up his wounds, removed bullets or fixed his metal arm and in those moments you were really happy that the serum prevented any big damage but still you were worried that something might be going on which causes him to not be concentrated.

Speaking of the devil you were pulled out of your thoughts as there was a knock and Steve walked inside the room with Bucky´s arm draped around him for you to see that Bucky was limping, his head hanging low. 

“Another bullet.”,was everything Steve said before putting Bucky onto the lounger and placing his hands against his hips while you cut Bucky´s uniform open to see that the bullet was sticking so far in his leg that it stoped the bleeding which was already a good sign that it was not that serious. 

“I have no idea what is wrong with this idiot. It´s like he does this on purpose. Maybe you should talk to him. I mean you have this therapist degree don´t you and someone who is being so reckless every single mission should really seek help of a professional.” Steve made sure to emphasize the word “someone” while looking at Bucky who had one arm placed over his eyes trying to ignore his best friend who placed a soft goodbye kiss to your cheek like usual before leaving. 

“Bucky we´ve been friends for quite a while now and like Steve said..I´m a professional. You can talk to me if it makes you feel better.” He simply hummed as you grabbed the syringe filled with a local anesthetic and pressed it around the wound so that he would not feel anything and you could remove it with specific tweezers. 

“I don´t know. I can´t concentrate and it´s making me do stupid stuff on missions. I can not sleep. I can´t eat and I´m probably annoying you.”

You put the bullet in a small container and took a needle and a thread ready to stitch up the small wound. Bucky was sitting by now looking at you with such intensity in his eyes that it almost made you drop everything due to some weird tension that was building in your body. 

“You could never annoy me Bucky. Is there something that happened recently that causes your body to.. I don´t know..have a strong reaction.”

He kept staring at you while you put a bandaid on his leg and stood up to realize that you were standing between his legs his face only a few inches away from your. 

“Actually yes. You came here and since then I can´t think about something else”

Your face turned completely red as you stepped aside and started to throw away your gloves and wash your hands while Bucky jumped from the lounger slowly walking towards you, making sure that he would not put to much pressure on the injured leg. 

“Why me? I´m just the doctor here and-” Bucky did not let you finish as his hand slowly gripped your chin tilting it into his direction with his eyes staring at your lips without even looking away for one single second. 

“You´re not just the doctor. You´re way more than that. You´re beautiful, smart, know how to kick someone´s ass with words and even in reality. Y/N you´re the greatest woman I´ve ever met and I´ve been alive for over 100 years.” You chuckled as his thumb ran over you lip causing your eyes to close for a brief second as Friday pulled you both out of your thoughts. 

´Sargent Barnes. Director Fury is requesting your attendance for the mission report

“Let me take you on a date after I´m done. I´ll take you out for dinner and after that we can come here and watch a movie together.” 

“Under one condition Barnes.” He raised his eyebrow in confusion his hand still placed under your chin as you looked at him and a smirk appeared on your face. 

“You have to promise me to more careful on missions.” Bucky bursted out in laughter and leaned closer pressing his soft lips to yours for a short second before pulling away and having his lips only a few inches away from yours. 

“That´s something I can work on”

And with that he walked out of the room, blowing you a kiss and heading over to the meeting room, leaving you alone with the biggest smile and probably the reddest face you´ve ever had

It Has to be Perfect

A/N: Hey guys! Long time, no see! I just started a summer job a couple of weeks ago so that’s been taking up a lot of my time (hence why I haven’t written anything in ages, yikes). And I got offered a tutoring position for Calculus at my college so I need to do an interview for that soon! To be honest, I’m already ready to go back to college; I miss it a lot more than I thought I would.
Anyways, you guys probably don’t care about all of that. Send me requests!!! I need some prompts to write for when I’m not working.

Word count: 1667

Pairing: Alpha!Sam Winchester X Omega!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Well guys, this is my first attempt at A/B/O dynamics. Contains nesting behavior and mild alpha-ness (I don’t even know how to word that properly).


Trying to make everything perfect, she adjusts a pillow once more before stepping back to look at her work.

But it just won’t lay in the right spot.

She moves back to the bed and fluffs the pillows behind it before carefully maneuvering the smaller pillow into place once again.

A quick assessment has her deciding that she likes it, and she moves to straighten one of the blankets that she has laid out, soaked in Sam’s scent perfectly.

Another assessment has her moving the soft down comforter into a more suitable position, and she nearly has a breakdown when she finds a corner of it without her mate’s scent upon it.

She gathers the blanket into her arms, careful not to disturb everything else she has already meticulously placed, and sets it aside, so that Sam can scent it in a few moments when she’s done.

A few of his favorite shirts, the ones that his scent will forever cling to because he’s worn them so much, are tucked into her side of the bed, so that when she lays down she will be surrounded by him.

She steps back and looks over her work, deciding that it looks well enough save for the blanket Sam needs to scent and perhaps a few more pillows.

She hauls it into her arms and leaves the room, closing the door firmly behind her, and ventures toward the library, where she knows that Sam will be.

“Hey, gorgeous, are you finally done?” he asks as he sees her make her way into the large room.

She shakes her head and thrusts the blanket at him.

“It needs more of your scent, there was a spot that didn’t have enough,” she tells him as he gathers it into his arms.

“Is there anything else you need?” he asks, rubbing his cheek into an exposed corner of the soft material.

“More pillows,” she tells him, and he smiles slightly.

“Take a few from my room, they should be good,” he states, and she nods before going to do just that.

The two biggest, fluffiest pillows that he has, she takes. They’re well used and well coated in his musk, just perfect for her nest.

She travels back to her own room and places them where she desires, deciding that the comforter is all she needs left to finish this nest.

She makes her way back to Sam, determined to finish this before the night is over.

“Here, baby girl,” he holds up the blanket to her. “Check and see if it needs any more.”

She unfolds the blanket and checks over it, noting that every stitch seemed to carry his scent.

“This is good,” she nods, and he smiles at her retreating form as she scurries to finish her nest.

Placing the blanket just so, she arranges it over the pillows and shirts carefully until it is to her liking, exhaling in relief as she puffs a pillow up one final time.

Looking it over with a hand on her belly, she knows that her pup will feel safe in this nest, as well as herself.

She smiles to herself and makes yet another trip to the library.

“Done now?” he asks, and she nods, curling onto his lap so she can bury her face in his chest. “I’m sure it looks beautiful.”

She nods again, and he loops an arm around her back as he returned to his book.

“I have one more chapter to finish, then we can head to bed, okay?” he suggests, rubbing her back gently.

“Okay,” she agrees, content to stay on his lap as he read. His heartbeat lulls her as his chest rises and falls gently with every breath.

“You awake?” he murmurs after several long minutes. “Baby girl?”

“Hm?” she hums, her eyes fluttering open.

“Lets go to sleep, gorgeous,” he purrs, and she nods as she rises from his lap and takes his hand. She leads him to her new nest, excited to show him her hard work from the past couple of hours.

However, a foreign scent has her heart starting to pound the closer she gets to her room.

She throws her door open and nearly sobs at the scent other than her mate’s in her room.

Her breath quickens and she tries to keep from crying as she backs away, into Sam’s chest.

“I swear I didn’t know!” the voice makes her turn into Sam, burying her face into his shirt and taking deep gulps of his scent.

“You went into her nest?” Sam roars, his anger exuding from him in waves at his brother standing a few paces away from the two of them.

“I thought she’d do that in your room!” Dean protests quickly, holding his hands up defensively. “I went looking for her to tell her that her laundry was done. I didn’t expect to find a nest in her room! No one’s ever in there!”

“She just spent hours making that nest, Dean!” Sam yells, an arm curving around her back as she shuddered into him. “I haven’t even been in there, she just finished!”

“I didn’t know! I couldn’t find her! I checked your room and the kitchen, this was just the next stop!” Dean explains. “If I knew, I wouldn’t have even touched the doorknob, Sam. I’m so sorry.”

“Just go,” Sam says in a controlled voice that barely masks his fury. “Go away, she’s freaking out right now because of you. This isn’t good for the baby.”

Dean backs away quickly, leaving the two of them standing outside her room alone.

“I need to make a new one,” she whimpers into him. “I need a safer nest. One that no one can get into.”

“Just a minute, gorgeous,” Sam murmurs into her hair. “Let me see if I can get his scent out. If he just walked in and out I might be able to.”

“He can still get in, Sam,” she whispers. “Anyone can.”

“I’ll put a new lock on the door first thing in the morning,” he tells her, pulling away slowly. “Just stay right here for a few minutes.”

He draws her in for a lingering kiss before moving into her room.

Dean’s alpha scent clings to the air, and she shudders, curling her arms around the tiny swell of her waist.

Her stomach turns uncomfortably, and she closes her eyes as she hears Sam moving about in her room.

She knows that Dean didn’t mean to, he really didn’t. She hadn’t been in her room in months.

No one had.

Which is why she decided it was the perfect place for her nest, since no one ventured into it and the bed still carried her own scent faintly.

But he went and put his scent in the room she had been filling with Sam’s, and it turned her stomach. The scent other than her mate’s in such a sacred place makes her want to cry. Any other male, and she’d likely have burst into tears the moment she smelled their scent, so she’s at least thankful that it was only Dean. But it still upsets her.

How could her pup feel safe in a place that smelled of an alpha that wasn’t its father? How would it feel safe knowing that any wolf could barge in at any time?

“Baby girl,” Sam murmurs as he opens the door. He nods to her, holding out his hand for her to take. “Here, I’m right here with you. I think I covered it all wth my own scent.”

She laces her fingers through his, cautiously stepping through the threshold and taking a deep inhale of the air.

She doesn’t catch any immediate whiff of Dean’s scent, but she isn’t going to let her guard down.

“I touched everything,” Sam tells her, drawing her into his chest. “All the walls, the table, your dresser. Everything.”

She takes another breath and notes the strength of his scent through the room, and she looks up at him curiously, eyebrows raised.

He slightly smirks.

“I did what I had to do. I wasn’t going to let all of your hard work go to waste,” he tells her, sliding a hand that carries a powerful amount of his scent along her cheek. “It’s a beautiful nest. I’m proud of it, and I know our pup will love it.”

She beams under his praise, looking over to the nest she had prepared before looking back to him.

“Is it okay?” he asks gently, looking at her. “If I change the lock tomorrow, will you feel okay in here?”

“Yeah,” she nods, and he smiles at her. “I think so.”

“Do you want to sleep in here tonight?” he asks, gently drawing his fingers through her hair.

She pauses for a moment, then takes a deep breath. It was just Dean, she has to tell herself.

“You have to sleep closer to the door,” she tells him, rubbing her stomach slowly. “That way anything has to go through you to get to us.”

“Of course, gorgeous,” he strokes her hair again. “Let’s go to bed.”

She nods and leads him to their nest, where he toes off his boots and pulls off his shirt before holding it out to her.

She smiles sheepishly as she presses it to her face and inhales deeply, then tucks it under her pillow as she crawls into bed.

He follows shortly after, and she makes sure that her nest is adequate for the two of them before settling in and tucking into his side.

“It’s perfect,” he tells her, as though he knows that she needs the reassurance after the ordeal from a few moments ago. “I love you, my omega.”

“I love you too,” she states, and he looks down at her. She giggles slightly.

“I think you’re forgetting something, baby girl,” he states, and she smiles at him before leaning up to kiss him.

“I love you, my alpha.”


Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

When Clint Barton, knocked on your apartment door and asked you to join the Avengers, you were dumbfounded. A small part of you knew he would ask you to join. When you first met him, it involved saving him, after all.

At first you were tempted to close the door on him, but since he had become a close friend, you decided against that. After letting him in, he spent the whole time trying to coax you to join. Out of all the extravagant, righteous, and quite ridiculous reasons to join, you firmly refused. Until, he said a name you hadn’t heard in years.

Your reluctance to joining the Avengers stemmed from the fact that you preferred to work off the grid. You shied away from the limelight. Another important fact was that after your years kept as a Hydra experiment; you were not prepared to put yourself into a position where your powers could be used for the wrong. The fact that Hydra had infiltrated SHIELD did not help at all, despite Captain America’s successful crusade of stopping them.

So as you stood outside the Avengers compound and stared at the looming A on the building, you reminded yourself that it would all be worth it in the end.

“Ready to go in?” Clint asked you. He gripped your suitcase to him and, with his free hand, gestured to the entrance. “Everyone’s waiting for you.”

You fidgeted with the silver band on your ring finger. It gave you comfort, and the strength you needed to take your first steps into a new life.

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anonymous asked:

malec + bantering on the battlefield ✨

shoutout to @amorverus on twitter for some of the banter ideas!

Magnus shows up just in time to blast one of the winged demons out of the sky from where it had been chasing Alec across the beach.

“Better late than never,” Alec says, pausing to catch his breath.

“Pardon me?” Magnus whirls around with his magic pulsing in his hands. “Says the one who doesn’t know how to be on time for dinner. Reservations, may I add.”

Alec already has another arrow nocked, sends it towards another beast that had been circling them. “Are we really going there?”

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Lady and Agent.

Summary: “Can you do an story where Harry falls for an female kingsman agent?! (Lady Guinevere) Someone much younger then he is so he kinda struggles with his feeling. Till one day he kinda lets it slip cuz he just can’t hide it anymore. Maybe there’s a kiss involved?!”
Pairing: Harry Hart x Reader.
Fandom: Kingsman.
Warnings: Violence, Gun TW, Death.
Word Count: 1818

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Home Again - Jace Herondale (Shadowhunters)

Pairing: Jace x Female!Reader

Requested by: @cjhorseback

Request:  This request is long so it might come in 2 parts. Could you do a Jace x reader where the reader is 50% shadowhunter and 50% warlock. The reader was thanked in by Magnus when she was 14. She trained at the institute until she was 18, her and Jace dating. Jace and the reader got married and kept it on the down low, Jace faking his feelings for Clary. The reader willingly went to Washington to work for the FBI and come back when she’s 25. The reader’s totally badass and basically the female version of Jace. The reader would call Magnus Maggie and Magnus would call the reader sunflower. Alec and the reader are extremely close. Izzy is the reader paributi. Just to let you know I sent in a similar request as an anon to another account. I understand if this is too much, but I’ve Reader your work and think you can handle it.

Warnings: Fluff, jealousy

A/N: Okay, so I don’t actually say in the fic that she is half warlock half shadowhunter, but I hint it, hope that’s okay^^This took me so long, but I hope you like it^^ENJOY!

Originally posted by shadowhuntersdaily

Originally posted by jemcarstvirs

*gifs not mine*

«Finally, my Sunflower.» Magnus embraced you as soon as you stepped through the portal, a huge smile on his face. 

 «Hi Maggie.» You hugged him back, his familiar scent surrounding you once again. You were home. 

 «Never leave for such a long period of time ever again, Sunflower, it’s been dull without you.» Magnus held you at a arm length away, studying your face. 

 «Just as beautiful as ever. Come on, I’ve prepared your favorite food.» Magnus ushered you with him to the dining table, which was already set, the delicious scent of the food drifting over to you. 

 «Can’t wait.» You smiled at him, yet you couldn’t help but look around the room, to your disappointment the person you had hoped would be here, wasn’t.

«I didn’t tell them you were coming back, although they would be expecting your return any day now. Especially your darling.» Magnus smirked, some part of you were really happy he hadn’t told everyone you were coming home, surprising them would be a lot more enjoyable. 

 «Wait, you don’t seem to despise him with every syllable.» You narrowed your eyes at the only parental figure you had ever had, seeing him nervously fidget with his hands as he sat down by the table.  

 «I can admit he’s not as bad as I once thought he was.» Magnus shrugged his shoulders, trying to hide a smile from appearing on his lips. 

 «About time you accepted him, I’ve been married to him for quiet some time now.» You mused, sitting down by the table. 

 «I know, I know. Now tell me about that spell book you found in that filth house you told me about.» 

The institute hadn’t changed a bit, standing tall and proud as it always had. At least on the outside. 

 From the reports you had gotten from your friends, things weren’t exactly like before, and in a way you dreaded seeing the change yourself. When something first felt safe and like home, you never wanted to change a thing, especially when it came to any institute. 

 You didn’t exactly have a good history with most of them. 

 Inside everything looked the same, yet the feel of the place itself had changed. You adjusted the bag hanging from your shoulders before proceeding. 

You smiled at a few of the people you recognized, although there seemed to be a large number of unfamiliar faces around as well. Those who only knew you by looks, shed away, throwing unsure glances away. 

Although it didn’t take long before you spotted a very familiar back. Alec. 

Finally someone who didn’t look at you as if you would kill them any second. 

 «Looks like someone hasn’t changed a bit. Or maybe you’ve become slightly taller, can’t really see, you’ve just always been too tall to tell.» You said as soon as you stood right behind him. Alec turned around quicker than you thought was possible, a huge smile appearing on his lips. 

 «Y/n, you’re back!» A mixture of shock and happiness shone from his eyes, yet he quickly engulfed you into a big bear hug. 

 «Missed you too, Alec.» You hugged him back, but quickly pulled away. 

 «As nice as it is seeing you again, where is Izzy and Jace?» You couldn’t contain your smile any longer, almost jumping up and down on the spot from excitement. «Izzy should be training, I’m not sure where Jace is though. You’ll probably find

 him, you always do.» You nodded, skipping away to the training area, Alec shaking his head with a smile on his lips at your excitement before going back to work. 

Things were going to go through a change yet again. Just as Alec had said, Izzy was there throwing punches with some other red headed girl you had never seen before. 

You stood on the sideline for a short while, watching the two fight, smirking as you noticed Izzy pulling some of her punches. 

 «One would think the great Isabelle have forgotten how to throw a proper punch.» You remarked loudly, making Izzy stop in her tracks as she recognized your voice. 

 Whipping around Izzy’s eyes went wide as she spotted you, a wide smile spreading on her lips. 

 «Y/n!» She ran towards you, throwing herself around your neck in a bone crushing hug. 

 «Good to see you too, Izzy.» You chuckled, hugging her back tightly.

 «When did you arrive back?» She asked as she pulled away. 

 «A little over an hour ago, Maggie wanted to have dinner before you guys would steal me away. At least that was what he said, if that is true or not, we’ll have to see.» 

 «Oh, I pretty sure Jace won’t let you out of his sight for the rest of his life now. He’s been impatient lately.» Izzy winked, the redheaded girls head perking up at hearing the mention of Jace. You glanced at her before looking back at Izzy. 

«And she would be Clary I presume.» You bit your lip, crossing your arms across your chest. 

 Even though you knew what kind of relationship her and Jace had, or what Clary thought they had, sparks almost flew from your fingers in jealousy. Fake feelings from Jace’s side or not, he was yours. 

 «Y/n, calm down okay? You know he had his orders.» You sighed looking at Izzy defeated. She was right. 

Jace had faked his feeling for Clary after she had come into the shadow world, nobody knew why Jace had gotten the orders he had, but non the less, he had had to obey. 

 «I know, but that doesn’t make it any easier to handle.» As you finished you sentence Clary moved towards the two of you, a friendly smile on her lips. 

 «Hi, I’m Clary Fray.» Clary held out her hand for you to take, and you reluctantly took it. 

 «Y/n Y/L/N» Clary stiffened in front of you, visibly swallowing as she looked at you wide eyed. For once you accepted the feeling of someone fearing you, purely because Clary didn’t stiffen because of your mixed heritage, but because of your relationship with Jace. 

 «Nice meeting you, now, Izzy do you know where Jace is?» You turned to look at your parabatai. 

 «Last I saw him he was by the library.» You glanced at Clary once more, before offering Izzy a smile and walking off. Clary wasn’t going to dampen your mood. 

Soft tunes flowed out of the library as you were approaching the door, the song a familiar one which you had heard time and time again. Jace was playing the piano. 

 You stopped by the door, placing your bag carefully down by your feet as you just stood there watching Jace play. 

It was something you had done often before the clave had sent you to Washington to work with the FBI, away from the institute with only one way of contact with anyone within the shadow world; letters. It had been years since you had seen Jace last, years since you had felt his body against yours, his tender caress dancing over your features. 

 You had missed him so badly. Jace played his last chord, his body still as he let the sound fade away. 

 «You play just as beautifully as you did last time I heard you play.» You spoke softly into the silent room, Jace surprised eyes meeting yours across the room.

«Oh, and I’m not a ghost.» You added as you walked over to him, closing the piano before you sat down to straddle him, the piano supporting your back. 

 His hands gently palmed your thighs, slowly traveling upwards over your butt, stopping at your waist where he pulled you tighter against him. 

«You’re really here.» He whispered, his eyes soft as he looked into yours. He lifted his right hand from your waist to caress the side of your face, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, he proceeded to take your hand from his shoulder, his fingers gracing the mark around your ring finger. He smiled softly, before looking back at your face, leaning in to kiss you with as much tenderness as he could muster. 

Jace pulled away briefly, your noses still touching. 

 «My wife is finally home again.» He smiled brightly, kissing you softly on the lips once again. 

 «Oh, and you have to change your last name again.» He smiled cheekily, holding up the Herondale ring in-between his fingers. 

 You just laughed, leaning in to kiss him again, motioning with your hand for the door to shut behind you with a soft thud. 

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|| Yandere!Taehyung || ||You aren’t going anywhere~||

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Summary: You walk back home from your job at the library to find your house broken in and torn to shreds. You turn around to find the culprit, but you find yourself with a cloth on your mouth slowly falling to sleep.

Pairings: ReaderXTaehyung

Warning: Kidnapping and Mental!Taehyung

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Pairing: peter x reader

Request by anon: Request please :) Coming over to give peter a piece of your mind for missing a date, you end up waiting so long you fall asleep. When he gets home he takes his suit off throwing it at you because he didnt realize you were there. (Hope this makes sense)

A/N: I really hope this is what you had in mind. Thank you for requesting, enjoy! x

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You sighed as you checked your phone, again. You were suppose to have a date with your boyfriend Peter Parker. You had made plans for dinner, but Peter hadn’t shown up. You checked your messages, but there was nothing from Peter. He was already an hour late, so you figured he wouldn’t come anymore. You stood up and left the little restaurant you were waiting at. Since Peter’s apartment wasn’t that far, you decided to pay Peter a visit. It happened more and more often that Peter bailed on you and it made you think he didn’t like you anymore. It was either that, or there was something going on with him. You were one hundred percent sure Peter wasn’t cheating. He would never treat you like that.

A few minutes later you arrived at Peter’s apartment. May opened the door and smiled.

‘Y/N! Come in,’ she said.

‘Thank you,’ you smiled as you entered the apartment.

‘You look very beautiful,’ May complimented you on your looks.

You looked down on the cute dress you were wearing. ‘Thanks,’ you sighed. ‘Peter and I were suppose to go on a date, but he forgot, I guess.’

May shook her head. ‘Well, he is in his room. In case you want to, you know, beat him up or something,’ she send you a wink.

You let out a laugh and nodded, ‘I will,’ you said and walked towards Peter’s room. You softly knocked before entering, only to find a completely empty room. Where the hell did he go? He definitely sneaked out, otherwise May wouldn’t think he’s be here. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell her Peter was gone, so you let yourself fall on his bed, waiting for the boy to return.

After an hour or so, you felt your eyes starting to get tired. You put your phone away and planted yourself on Peter’s bed once again.

‘Just five minutes,’ you said to yourself.

You closed your eyes and you slowly fell asleep.

Peter opened his window as quiet as possible. It was already dark outside, since it got pretty late. May already went  to bed , so he had to be careful. After the boy was inside, he started to take his suit of. That was easier said than done, because it was completely drenched with water. Chasing two robbers down the river seemed like a good plan. Oh, well, he had caught them, so it was fine.

After finally getting rid of his suit, he threw it across to room, onto his bed, not noticing the girl who was asleep on it.

You were woken by a wet piece of clothing which was thrown onto your face.

‘What the hell,’ you muttered as you immediately sat straight up and grabbed the wet thing. Your eyes went wide when you saw what it was.

The Spider-Man suit.

You looked up and saw Peter standing in the middle of the room, with a horrified look on his face, the mask still in his hands.

Your mouth fell open as you looked at the suit and back at Peter again.

‘Peter, you’re-’ you slowly began.

‘I-I uh, I c-can explain,’ Peter stuttered.

You just stared at him, processing what just happened, everything was coming together. So this was the reason why he kept bailing on you.

You stood up and walked over to your boyfriend, who looked absolutely terrified. You took a deep breath and looked into his gorgeous brown eyes. You handed his suit to him and smiled.

‘You know, I was gonna rant about how you missed our date. Again. But I think you have a pretty good excuse.’

Peter was quiet for a moment.

‘So you’re not gonna freak out?’

‘Oh, believe me, I am freaking out right now,’ you told him.

‘I am sorry,’ Peter spoke as he grabbed your hand. ‘For not telling you, and not showing up.’

You sighed, ‘I understand, Pete. I just thought you didn’t like me anymore, or that you found me boring or something.’

Peter’s eyes went wide, ‘Y/N, you are the most wonderful and beautiful person in this earth. I don’t know what I would do without you.’

Peter opened his arms and pulled you into his warm embrace. ‘I am so, so sorry, Y/N,’ he whispered.

You put your arms around his as he held you close. You felt this weight falling of your shoulders.  You looked up at him and smiled. Your heart filled with happiness as he looked down at you. You boyfriend was a superhero. How amazing is that?

Peter slowly leaned in and you closed your eyes as you felt his soft lips on yours. You smiled into the kiss and pulled him even closer.

‘I love you,’ you whispered against his lips.

Peter smiled as he pulled away. He planted a kiss on top of your head, not daring to let go of you.

‘I love you too.’



You looked him seriously in the eyes.

‘I would appreciate it if you didn’t throw your suit into my face next time.

Peter chuckled as he pecked your lips once more.

‘I won’t throw my suit into your face anymore.’

‘one last thing?’ (derek hale drabble)

sos here’s a derek hale halloween drabble!!! i love this sourwolf so much, he’s adorable and i wanna love him forever.

(remember that no gifs are mine!!!!)

you’re the grumpiest werewolf I know but you’re always nice to me. you leave tips every time you shop even though I tell you I don’t take tips and you just say it’s so your favorite shop doesn’t go out of business because if I give away free things to all the customers there is no way I’ll last long. but you don’t know you’re the only one I give free items to, your face visibly relaxes as soon as you step in and I don’t know if it’s the smell of my lavender-lemon candles or the fact that I use a (terrible) pick-up line every time I see you. I know Halloween is an annoying time of year for you so I give you free candles and you insist you’d like to walk me home after I close up the shop, saying “there are creeps in every corner” and how can I turn you down? (ft Derek Hale)

“Derek it’s fine! I gave you a few free candles, it doesn’t mean you have to wait on me hand and foot,” you give a soft smile to your best customer and earn a grunt in return.

“If you think I’m letting you walk home alone tonight, you’re out of your mind. There are jackasses in every corner, possibly some real witches, nuh uh. I’m walking you home and that’s that,” he crosses his arms over his chest and you sigh softly.

“Fine but I’m open for another few hours, so why don’t you come sit behind the counter with me, hm?” You open the little segment and give Derek some room to walk in. “Come on, sit down.”

“There’s only one seat, Y/N I’m perfectly fine–”

“If you want to walk me home, you’ll sit here and keep me company,” you raise your brow and give him an expectant look.

“Fine, but where will you sit?”

“I won’t sit, I only have,” you look at your watch and groan internally. “I only have five more hours. And besides, I’ve been sitting all day. I could stand for a bit.”

You give Derek a smile and he doesn’t believe you for a second, but he nods and goes along with things for your sake.

Two hours pass without incident. You sell some soaps, a couple candles, some sage. Everyone is friendly and you lose track of time. All seems well. It’s after the first few hours that things get rough for you. Your feet start to hurt, your ears start to ring, and all you want to do is yawn but you know damn well if Derek even hears you yawn, he won’t sit behind the counter.

“Feeling tired, are we?” You’re not facing him, but you swear you can hear the smirk on his stupidly handsome face.

“Nope,” you turn to smile at him. “I’ve never felt better actually.”

“Right, well not to yank your chain but a group of 15 children just walked,” he smiles, thinking he’s got you beat but you turn around excitedly, happy to help the children and their probably tired parents.

“Hello, there,”  you smile as the kids hop over to you and you recognize some of their faces, you’d give them a small treat when they came in with their parents.


“Oh wow, look at you all!” You smile widely at the bunch as they all stand proudly in their costumes. “Did you make these costumes all by yourselves?”

“Nooooo!” They all squeal, laughing and giggling pleased that you think they could make such elaborate costumes.

“Alright, well my mistake. Now, do you guys want tricks or treats?” You wiggle your eyebrows at the kids who all yell “tricks” knowing that you’ll be giving them a treat regardless.

“Tricks is it? Maybe a smelly pair of socks or an onion? How does that sound parents?” You look up at them and they all smile at you as their kids look at them expectantly.

“Hm, I could use an onion.”

“We have enough stinky socks at home.”

“Hm, I don’t know!”

“Mooooommmmm!!! Daddddddd!!!” The kids groan as you and the parents share a look.

“Fine, fine. Maybe some vegetables?” The kids cover their mouths and you laugh at them. “Okay, enough teasing. Candy for you adorable children,” the kids scream and jump up and down as you put candy in their bags. “And some calmly scented candles and scrubs for the parents,” you smile as they thank you repeatedly and insist on paying you, but you of course refuse. “It’s Halloween. Come back soon, though!”

They all thank you repeatedly and head out of the small store, leaving you alone with Derek yet again.

You turn back around and are met with a surprised Derek, his eyes are slightly widened, mouth a little open. He looks as delectable as ever but also slightly confused.

“Is something the matter?” You whisper, stopping in front of the counter to fix up the dry flower centerpiece.

“You were just-ahem,” he clears his throat, snapping out of the daze. “You were just really good with the kids. I don’t know why I just–um I just really enjoyed watching you with them.”

“Oh,” you blush and smile up at him. “Thank you. I really love children, they’re sweet versions of Satan,” you laugh and Derek follows suit.

“They really are, aren’t they?” He sighs and watches you, smiling down.

You two maintain eye contact for a few minutes, inching closer to the other. Had it not been for the sound of the door opening, you’re sure your lips would’ve met and your dreams would all have come true. But alas, in came your worst nightmare: Stiles Stilinski. He wasn’t a bad person, just an absolute pain in the ass.

“Hey, Y/N! Happy Halloween,” he smiles and holds his arms out to you and you shake your head, hugging him before quickly pulling away and getting him whatever it was he needed.

“Happy Halloween, you idiot. What can I–?”

“Derek? What are you doing here?” Stiles’ brows are furrowed as he looks between you and Derek, raising a finger to gesture between the two of you. “How do you two know each other?”

“Has no one ever told you that pointing it bad? And we,” you look to Derek with a bit of a hopeful look on your face. “We’re friends.”

“You’re friends?” Stiles laughs and you raise your brows at him.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“He’s such a grump, how has he managed to make friends with the most precious ray of sunshine in all of Beacon Hills?” Stiles shrugs and you blush at the odd compliment. You hear Derek get up behind you and you turn to look at him.

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“Yeah, I guess it was a long shot,” he clears his throat and clenches his jaw, causing Stiles’ eyes to widen in the process.

“Well I-uh-I better go,” Stiles coughs and nearly trips over his own two feet on his way out.

“And I better, I better follow him,” Derek gives you a stiff smile and walks out from behind the counter.

“What about walking me home after I close the shop?” You furrow your brows and he looks up at you, stumbling at the soft look in your eyes.

“It-it was silly, I guess. I’m sure you can get home safely by yourself,” you can see the war going on in his head, half of him desperate to say and the other half that can’t get out of your shop fast enough.

“Derek is this because of what Stiles said?” You walk closer to Derek, cornering him behind the counter. “Because Stiles can be an idiot.”

“Yeah, but he’s not wrong,” Derek looks down, brows furrowed as though deep in thought. “I’m a grumpy, violent creature and you,” he looks up in admiration, tucking a free piece of hair behind your ear. “You are the most perfect, most precious person I’ve ever met. You’re an angel in human skin. How could I ever let myself get close to you?”

“I don’t know how, but you already did. And you’re not leaving now. I will list my worst qualities if it means you’ll stay. You can see that I’m no angel and that I in fact am not worthy of you, then maybe you’ll stay,” you lift a hand up and cup Derek’s cheek, smiling softly when he nuzzles your palm. “Please stay.”

“Anything you want,” he whispers, voice hoarse as the two of you once again begin to inch closer. His nose brushes against yours and you close your eyes, the minimal contact affecting you more than you ever thought. He, of course, notices this and lifts his hands up to cup your face, his thumbs running along your cheeks as your breathing goes shallow.

He continues this, teasing slowly, for another minute. And the moment you open your mouth to command more, it’s as if he reads your mind. He desperately presses his lips against yours, and your hand moves from his cheek to his side, your free hand gripping a shelf with all its might.

His lips are softer than you’d imagined, softer but just as much in control. Every movement, every flick, every breath was deliberate. You felt it in every fiber of your being, every decimal of your soul.

He eventually pulls away and you let out a small whimper, eyes lidded after just one kiss.

“The keys are in the top right drawer. Grab them and lock the door. Then get your ass back here and kiss me some more,” you whisper breathlessly as Derek holds you up, a curious look on his face. “I’d lock the shop myself, but I don’t trust myself enough to stand, let alone walk. Now go.”

“Ma’am, yes ma’am,” he chuckles, a smile painted on his face as he slowly sets you down on the chair. “But one last thing?”

And before you could tell him that he could have anything he wanted, he presses his lips against yours in a quick kiss, leaving you in a daze as he runs off to close your shop.

Your First Hunt

This was requested by anon: Dean Winchester with 17. “I can’t sleep, can I stay here?”

Okay so this one is long and I’m not sorry. I even gave it a title. It’ll probably make it onto the masterlist. Count yourselves BLESSED ;)

Word Count: 925

Warnings: fluff, slight angst

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Dean slipped his boxer briefs on, throwing the towel into the laundry basket across the room.  He ruffled his hair, shaking the excess water from his short cropped brunette hair.  He grabbed a shirt, glancing over at the clock.  It was three thirty in the morning.  He knew he should have went to bed earlier, but time had gotten away from him.

The elder Winchester looked up at the door when he heard a soft knock.  “Come in,” Dean called, as he slipped the black t-shirt over his head.  He did a double take at the door, noticing that it was you who had entered his room.  “[Y/N]?  What are you doing up this late?”

You rubbed your arm nervously, keeping your eyes at your feet.  “You’re going to think that this is stupid,” you mumbled.

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