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While I'm finishing up the second part of monster

I’ve had the biggest desire to write the most fluffy Steve rogers fic. Like tooth rotting fluff of all. Does anyone have any suggestions? Like love confessions/pregnancy/marriage type of plot ! I’ve been watching Chris Evans interviews for gifted and it has me mushy inside. Better yet if you have Steve OR Chris request send them my way

Originally posted by futuresuperwoman

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

You Good?

Request: Yo can u hook your girl up with a cute lil Bucky Barnes fluff where he has PTSD and drawing on the fem!readers arm always calms him down so she keeps pens with her and sometimes during missions they have to go to the car to chill a little bit and OH I WOULD CRY OKAY ILY BYE

A/N: I don’t think I’ve ever finished with a request this fast… I hope you don’t mind I changed car into a quinjet! I hope this imagine reached your expectations. Hope you’ll like it.
ALSO, again, I’ve got no requests so if you have any, please send them my way. I’m still going to post the next part for Super Mom next weekend. (I’m trying to post at least one imagine every weekend.)

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Words: 1,824

Warning(s): PTSD, just a lot of Bucky being cute

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Masterlist of Fanfiction

Here is a masterlist of all my original fan fiction to date (3/24/2017).  I will try to updated it every so often! If you have any comments or suggestions, please feel free to send them my way!  I write both SPN and Hobbit Fanfic…may branch out more later! ^^ 

Supernatural Fan Fiction

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester





John Winchester

Charlie Bradbury 


Benny Lafitte

Sabriel (Sam x Gabriel)

Destiel (Dean x Castiel)

Team Free Will 

Special Collections and Challenges 

Hobbit Fan Fiction

Thorin Oakenshield







The Company 

Once Upon a Time Fan Fiction 

Rumpelstiltskin/Mr. Gold 

Also check out my fanfiction.net page! 

stilishstilinskis  asked:

You wouldn't have any headcanons about Clarisse and Chris Rodriguez, would you?

Thanks for sending an ask!!! I’m always happy to take requests, so I wrote some headcanons for you!! :) I hope you like them!

  • Clarisse is very overprotective of Chris
  • And by that I mean that if anyone mentions the fact that Chris was on Kronos’s side in a way that blames him, or brings it up against him, she will not be happy 
  • Chris feels constantly guilty for the fact he went over to Luke’s side initially, and he’s told Clarisse that 
  • Everyone’s quite surprised by their relationship? Like constantly?
  • When they first start going out everyone makes bets on how long they’re going to last
  • Everyone loses, because no one thought they’d be going so strong after all this time 
  • They go to Phoenix together for university, and Clarisse hides it, but she’s super, super excited
  • She finally gets the chance to be normal and be with her boyfriend and it’s everything she wasn’t sure she’d get
  • Needless to say, Chris balances her in any social situation 
  • He makes sure she’s not too aggressive, but she also makes sure he doesn’t remain too shy, because a lot of the time Chris isn’t great at introducing himself to new people
  • One of the things that surprises people the most is how unfazed Chris is whenever Clarisse gets angry or basically starts acting like a typical Ares kid, loud and brash
  • Chris doesn’t even react, but he’s also a match for Clarisse (that’s one of the reasons they work so well together) 
  • Clarisse doesn’t like to share her insecurities, so she doesn’t tell anyone she hates the big house, hates going there now
  • It all stems from that time when Chris was insane, and she had to look after him in there… going to that room brings it all back
  • Chris never says anything, but he notices, and he’ll try and make sure they avoid the big house as much as possible 
  • Every year, in the summer, comes the anniversary of Silena’s death. Clarisse always gets super moody and temperamental at these times, trying to deal with her emotions, and it’s only Chris who can calm her down
  • They have a spot in the woods where they kissed for the first time, some time after Dionysus cured Chris of his madness
  • It becomes their favourite spot, and the best thing about it is that no one knows about it (or at least, that’s what they think. Don’t tell them that one time Percy Jackson saw them holding hands there.)
  • Chris wants to become a better fighter, and Clarisse agrees to teach him
  • Chris actually becomes pretty good 
  • Every so often when they’re placed on opposite teams for capture the flag, things become intense
  • They both want to win, and so they’ll try their hardest, just because, why not? 
  • Clarisse usually comes out on top due to the fact that she’s got the might of the Ares cabin behind her
  • But one time Chris spends ages planning the ultimate strategy (he had Annabeth’s help, but don’t tell anyone), and trains for weeks 
  • Sure enough, he wins, and he personally disarms her 
  • He winks at her 
  • “Don’t take it too personally,” he says. “I learnt from the best” 
  • That’s the moment Clarisse realises how much she loves this idiot 

Feel free to send a request for a fic/headcanons!! :D

Scars that he leaves

Summary : Logan is constantly abusing you verbally, you’re way past your breaking point and he sees what he’s done and tries to fix it
*Logan x reader*

Warnings : fluff, angst i guess? Swearing

A / N : Hey readers! This is my first Logan fic and I’m actually kind of proud of it so if any of you have more requests for this I’d be happy to do them so send em in! Thank you all 💕


You closed your eyes and felt tears of frustration  spill, you poured yourself another glass of wine and turned to Jean. She had a sad look painted on her face and she sighed, “y/n, he isn’t going to stop you know. That’s just his personality, you shouldn’t beat yourself up about it”. You took a fairly large gulp of the wine. You already felt drowsy and you could feel the 4th glass of wine pulsate through your blood stream. It helped, numbed the pain. The pain of rejection and the pain of the harsh words lashing at your weakest points. Hitting you harder everything. Making you bleed out. Sucking you dry of any hope of finding someone who’d love the broken sad mutant that you where.

 You flexed your hands and made a flame appear between your palms. It danced and caused you too giggle. “Jean, I honestly don’t give a shit about him, it’s the words damnit. How can one person bring me down so low” you whisper in fear. Heavy tears start flowing again. “God am I that ugly? That fat? That unappealing? That no body will ever love me… I’ve been alone for my whole life. Is there really no hope for me..” you ramble on, spilling every unspoken word. Stripping your soul bare, not being able to take the knawing pain that was stretching you,

Farther and farther. A knife coming down deeper.


That one man that had that power over you. That moment when he saw you. The distaste in his face was so strong. You felt yourself recoil away from him and you were met with harsh words. “Dumb bitch” “Fat Whore” “Dead weight” . With that, you chugged another glass of wine, only 20 years old and falling apart. You’ve never had this issue before but it was him. The man you’ve heard stories about. The man who was your inspiration to train harder, faster, to make yourself strong and cold. It hurt the most, that someone you looked up hated you. The nights when it became to much you’d always end the same : in tears with empty bottles of wine. Only to find him repeating the same things the next day. Of course he would never know, you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing what he’s doing this to you. Jean suddenly nudged you, bringing you out of your thoughts.

You looked up to her and saw the sadness and pain in her face as she read your mind. The pain you felt became hers and a single tear went down her face. “ Y/n, I hate seeing you this way, you’re going to kill yourself at this rate”. You turn away and lean your head back on the couch in Jean’s dorms. You stared at the popcorn ceiling. It was colored a faded grey. Suddenly you get up. You needed a breather. The room felt as if it was suffocating you. “I don’t know why you put up wih my bullshit Jean,” you begin to walk out the room, until a wave of nausea washes over you and you find yourself vomiting up the content of your stomach which mostly consisted of a granola bar and a shit ton of wine.

 "It’s because I care for you, you deserve better than this and it scares me how bad this has gotten" she whispers in a motherly tone. “Let’s get you to bed,” she pull you up by the shoulders and guides you to the door. Your vision is blurred and you close your eyes in fear that you’ll get dizzy and vomit again.

 "What the hell?“ You hear a voice that makes your blood freeze. You wanted to drop to the floor because you knew that voice. It was the same voice of the man that caused you to be in his state. “Logan not now, just leave”, says Jean sternly. You hear a scoff, and some incoherent whispers, you’re afraid of opening your eyes and seeing that scowl on his face. The scowl that makes you want to crawl into the darkest part of your brain and never leave. That look that undoes you. You flinch when you hear the door slam shut as you exit the room. Everything blurs together and suddenly your in your bed, fast asleep before your head hits the pillow.


*jeans pov*

You winced as Y/N vomited, she was so young and pure. Always over working herself to seem stronger. So nobody could kick her around, the minute Logan came and I saw her image in his brain, I had known it wouldn’t end well. He had a knack for pushing people away that he liked. Only to support himself by saying it was for their benefit, but this was too much. He barged into the room and I knew he had heard the crying.

Y/n eyes where closed and she mumbled some words I couldn’t catch. All she was thinking about was his scowl. So deeply burned into her brain, the pain was so strong I nearly dropped her. “What happened?” He mumbled, fresh worry painted his face and you rolled your eyes. “This is your doing, leave.” He scoffed at your words but you had to get Y/N out of here. You dragged her across the room and put her in bed. She fell asleep fast and you went back to your dorm. Logan sat on the couch inspecting the empty wine bottles. He looked up from the bottles and you glared at him. “Do you really need to be so damn harsh. She’s young and is a mess because of you.”

You cross your arms and raise an eyebrow, waiting for his explanation. “  I didn’t know she was taking it so horribly…” you scoff in annoyance, “Really Logan? That’s your excuse, damnit, you damn well know you shouldn’t mess around with the new students. There fresh out of labs or broken families, rejected by society and this kind of stuff sets them off. I’ve never seen anyone worse than what you’ve done to y/n. You crossed a line this time..”. He hangs his head and growls. “Well fuck Jean, she.. I don’t… nevermind…” He got up and stormed past you. “She won’t always be here for you to say sorry, you better fix this mess you’ve made” you call out after him. You see his head snap to the side but he doesn’t slow down. With that, you begin to clean the forgotten bottles and discarded tissues.



*back to reader pov*

You woke up with a jolt. Your skin was covered with a sickly sheen of sweat and your eyes where glued together from tears and runny mascara. You rubbed them to get a clearer view of your surroundings. The alarm clock showed the time as 5 : 21 am. And you sighed as you shoved your head back into the pillow. Your head was pounding and you groaned as you remembered the last night’s occurrences. You tossed around your bed for 15 minutes, trying to will yourself to fall asleep.

It was no use so you decided to go on a walk around the school. You stepped out of your warm bed and shivered as you walked to the closet to put on some comfy sweats and a tank top. You could feel the humidity in the air so you decided to slick your hair in a ponytail to avoid any frizz. You threw on your shoes and walked out the door. The suns buttery morning light filtered through the trees and warmed your skin. You hummed in happiness. You had finally gotten some peace.

After a couple of rounds around the school you could feel your stomach rumbling. You ran inside and to the kitchen, you grabbed a piece of toast and walked back to you room. After finishing your walk you hopped in the shower. The water beads sliding down your skin relaxed every muscle in your body until you heard a loud thump and growl. You quickly grabbed your towel and ran into the room.

You gasped when you saw Logan seething with rage, “ Where the HELL WHERE YOU?” He yelled. You where frozen in your spot, unable to speak. He thundered towards you. Your arms clutching the towel tightly. You could feel his breath coming out in irregular and frantic beats. “I…Uh. wha?….” you squeak, not being able to form words. “LEAVE LIKE THAT AGAIN I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD, WITHOUT TELLING ME OR JEAN OR ANYONE… YOU CAN’T JUST…” He continued yelling at me but I was too dazed to hear anything. Fear filled you and you didn’t know what he’d to. You backed away a step as he yelled at you. His eyes where wild and you where panicking. “I’m sorry?…” you whimper underneath his looming shadow. He gave a exasperated sigh and shook his head. “Why do you care so much anyway? You tell me how useless I am everyday, you would be happy if i dropped dead right now…"You blurted without thinking and his head snapped up.

  You swallow heavily but stand your ground. He looked as if he was going to rip you in half as he pushed you against the wall. You winced at his grip against your hands and let our a yelp. His eyes remained merciless and feral. The towel around you began slipping and you yanked one arm away to hold it up. He only then realized your state and raked his eyes down your body. You shuddered against his stare. His grip suddenly became gentle and he dropped in front of you. On his knees he looked up ” Y/n, I’m sorry. For everthing. Christ, I didn’t know what I was saying was doing to you… I just… no excuse will cover the shit I made you go through”.

You remained motionless. His eyes pleading and warm. Instinctively you reach to run your hands through his dark hair and he closes his eyes and sighs. “Don’t hurt me again…please” you whisper. He leans against your stomach, “I won’t”. Then faster than you could realize his lips are on yours. His beard scratching your neck and cheeks as you sigh into the kiss. Emotions and lust coursing through your veins makes you arch your back as he deepens the kiss. Your intoxicated with him.

His hands roaming your waist, bringing you closer to him. His kiss trails along your neckline to your neck which causes you too moan softly. You gasp and cover your mouth in surprise at your bodies betrayal to pleasure. You can feel him smirk and laugh against your skin. The vibrations from his chest, make your bones rumble. You balance yourself by holding onto his biceps, which where bursting through the t-shirt he was wearing. You where left gasping for air when he was done kissing you.

“Logan..please slow down a bi..ah…t” you mewl as he nips the soft skin of your neck. He suddenly stops “Alright, you should put some clothes on,”. Your eyes widen as you realize your current state and he gives you a smirk. You rush into the bathroom and quickly dress into a oversized hoodie and sweats. Logans laying on your bed with his feet practically dangling off the edges.

You sit on the bed cross-legged until he wordlessly brings you down into his arms and holds you. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this. I was so dumb to do this to you…” He whispers. “I’m just happy that it’s over”. He rubs your back softly and grips you hip with the other. You’re nuzzling your head in his neck, giving him kitten kisses. He grows impatiently and you laugh. He pushes you against him but suddenly you smile and get up. “Didn’t think I’d let you off the hook that easy?” You laugh, he groans in annoyance and you begin to giggle. It was a better start than you’ve hoped for….


Tags : KUMI ARE YOU PROUD I FINALLY DID IT ! @mellifluous-melodramas

Originally posted by extraordinaryxmen

Never Good Enough - Jughead x Reader

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Request: “ Fluffy/ Angsty Jughead x Reader where he doesn’t think he’s good enough for her and they cuddle at the end”

Warning: Very mild swearing. The mildest of mild.

Word Count: 1354

A/N: Hey guys. This is only the second fanfic I’ve written and would really love some feedback. I’m really looking to improve my writing. Also if you have any requests feel free too send them my way. Also apologies for the long chunks of dialog. I am a fan of monologues and tend to write that way.

He couldn’t believe her. Everything about her amazed him. The way she only ate m&m’s in increments of threes, her unabashed love of karaoke and most defiantly her total commitment to solving the murder of a fellow student she hardly even knew. Y/N was perfect. The perfect girl for Jughead. If only I had the courage to tell her. Jughead thought wistfully. If only I were good enough.

“ What’s up Jug” Y/N said as she gracefully slid into the booth across from Jughead at Pop’s, leaning over to steal a handful of fries off his plate.

“ You may be my best friend, Y/N, but if you ever steal my fries again I will have to do something drastic” Jughead said, barley stifling a smirk.

“ Drastic like what Jug? Dare to wear a colour other than black? Or perhaps, if your feeling like doing something particularly drastic you may even dare to sit on another booth” Y/N said as she made an exaggerated face of mock horror.

This made Jughead laugh. Laugh so much to make the sip of chocolate milkshake he had just taken explode out of his mouth and nose. Nice one Jones. He thought. That’s exactly the kind of move you want to pull in front of the girl of your dreams.

“ Well Jug, I was just about to go order myself a burger and a milkshake but i’ll make sure to ask Pop if he has some kind of adult sized bib for you” Y/N said as she winked and slid out of the booth once more, gliding ever so elegantly across the floor of the diner as she did so.

Jughead’s smile faded as she walked away. This is how it always went with them. Best friends but polar opposites. She was so put together while Jughead was a bumbling mess. She loved to talk to people while Jughead preferred to stay in the shadows, watching but never participating.

“ So Pop didn’t have a bib” Y/N said returning to the booth with a milkshake. “ But he did give me this cloth so you could clean yourself up.”

Y/N and Jughead spent the rest of the evening in a comfortable silence until the bell rang and the sound teenage boys whooping and yelling invaded the diner.

“Y/N!” Reggie, the newly instated captain of the football team yelled as he walked over sliding into the booth next to Y/N, ignoring Jughead.

“ Whats up Reg”

“ Y/N, I was wondering if you wanted to go out on a date with me”

“ Uh- I don’t know Reggie, we hardly know each other”

“ Well what better way to get to know each other” Reggie smiled. “ Can you think of a reason why not”

“ I suppose not” Y/N said, returning Reggie’s smile.

“ Uh- um- I have to go” Jughead stuttered as he gathered his things, nearly running out of the diner. Leaving Y/N staring after him, confused as to why her best friend took off with such speed.


The next day at school Y/N tried to talk to Jughead with no success. He took his usual place next to her in class but came in to each class late and ran off as soon as the bell sounded at the end of each period.

Jughead did not join his friends for lunch that day, or the following day. Or the one after that. He went out of his way to avoid Y/N. Barely making eye contact in class and ignoring her incessant stream of calls and text messages. It wasn’t unusual for Jughead to be sullen and withdrawn but eventually Archie cornered him at his locker.

“ Okay man, what is going on.”

“ What do you mean Arch, everything’s cool” Jughead lied, not able to make eye contact with his red headed friend.

“ No one has spent more that ten seconds with you in days. You run in and out of rooms so quickly when you catch the sight of any of us, especially Y/N. Tell me what’s up!” Archie said.

Jughead told Archie everything. His crush on Y/N. How he thought he would never be enough for her. How Reggie has asked her out right in front of him and she had accepted. His face falling as he did.

“ I just don’t know if I can be around her anymore”

“You need to try, Jug. You need to talk to her. Even if she doesn’t reciprocate your feelings, she is still your best friend and she still loves you. She, at very least deserves the truth.”


Y/N was so relieved when Jughead finally returned one of her text messages, wanting to set up an old school movie night at her place just to two of them. She was so relived to hear from her best friend after almost a week of radio silence she immediately canceled her date with Reggie for the same night, saying she was ill. To her spending time with Jug was way more important than any date. That’s how she ended up, sitting on the floor of her living room with what felt like every single pillow and blanket in the house next to Jughead.

Jughead was trying. He was really trying to go back to normal. But he was off. Not laughing at jokes he would usually laugh at. His smile almost too wide, too forced. He could tell Y/N knew that he still wasn’t right.

“Okay. What its is Jug, because this is really staring to bother me. First you don’t speak to me, barely even look at me for an entire week. Then all of a sudden for no reason at all you finally message me back wanting to hang out. I cancelled my date with Reggie for you Jug. I wanted to hang out with you. Now just tell me what the hell is wrong!” Y/N yelled, climbing out from underneath the pile of pillows and blankets.

“ You canceled your date with Reggie for me”

“ Of course I did Juggie. I care about you so much more than him”

Jughead decided it was now or never. He stood up and moved over to where Y/N was standing; grabbing her by the arm, pulling her in to kiss her.

“ Y/N, I have wanted you for so long. But I always knew I wasn’t good enough for you. You should be with Reggie. You are so perfect and I am just a loser who can’t even process his own emotions in a mature way. You shouldn’t be with me” He said as he stepped away from Y/N, heading to the door.

“ Jug. I had no idea you felt the same way as me”

“ I can’t ever be enough for you Y/N. You are so perfect.”

“ Jug you have a distorted image of who I am . I have flaws and insecurities that you are over looking. I am not some kind of manic pixie dream girl, I’m a real, flawed person .You don’t get to decide what is and isn’t good enough for me” she said as she reached up to cup his face, bringing him in to kiss him lightly. “ You sure as hell are Jughead. You don’t understand how nervous and giddy you make me feel.

Y/N took Jughead’s hand and lead him back into the living room, into the pile of pillows and blankets. He pulled her down onto the floor, wrapping his arms around her waist; her back to his chest.

“C'mon Jug, lets keep watching the movie” . She said as he lightly kissed her forehead.

Originally posted by riverrdxle


Headcannon of werewolf!Mccree finding that his human s/o is pregnant with a small litter of werewolf puppies?

I would like to just start this off by saying that I love anything to do with werewolf McCree and demon Hanzo so if you have any McHanzo fic recs (that don’t have anything explicit in them) including these two topics in any way shape or form I would die happily.

Also at the moment of me posting this, my puppy has currently trapped himself in an existential crisis called a leash and doesn’t know what to do with himself.

I’m going to free him.

Hope you have a lovely day friend!! <33 

-Mod Cherry

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Worth It

Originally posted by tchakka

Requested: Yes, by Anonymous

Pairings: Peter Parker/Spiderman x Reader

Warnings: Not really, it’s mostly fluff, mentions of mean parents briefly

Word Count: 1,739

Summary: You and Peter are training in the tower, and a new move puts you in a bit of a compromising position. Takes place in an AU where Civil War never happened and all of my children are happy.

A/N: I am loving all of the Peter Parker Imagines (obviously). So, if you have anymore, feel free to send them my way, or any for other characters as well! I’m not super comfortable writing fight scenes, and I felt like that showed a bit, otherwise I am pretty happy with how this one turned out! Let me know what you thought. Also, we need more Tom Holland gifs, I’m starting to run out :( If you have any, send them over. Thanks, enjoy!

You had never expected to end up a superhero. Growing up, you had discovered that you could hear the thoughts of those around you at an early age. On top of that, you had been accidentally moving things with your mind during every tantrum you’d ever had since the age of two. Unfortunately, your parents were not exactly nurturing once your powers started to manifest. They had told you that you were a freak of nature, and made you promise to never tell anyone what you could do. But when aliens started attacking out of a giant portal in the sky, you couldn’t help yourself and ventured into the rubble to see if you could be of any sort of assistance.

Even if you were a good fifteen years younger than everyone, they adopted you into their little group, the avengers, that is. Tony had offered you somewhere to say when he built the tower, and even after he built the new facility, he set you up in a suite of rooms. You may have been a lot younger than everyone else, but you still insisted on being a part of the team. Regrettably, no one else saw it that way.

Steve and Clint had monitored the one (disastrous) date that Tony had let you go on. Natasha had tried to give you the talk, never mind the fact that you had already sat through it a few times. “The American school system is messed up, kiddo. There is no way that you know everything.” She told you one afternoon. You left that talk significantly more informed, and a bit scared. Wanda had taken you under her wing as a little sister after Pietro, and Tony was practically your dad.

So, when Tony had found another promising superhero, you were sure it was going to be another person that would insist on babying you. It was incredibly refreshing to see such a young face walk through the door. He had to be somewhere close to you in age, and he definitely wasn’t hard to look at.

The two of you had become fast friends, much to everyone’s delight. They were all thankful that you had someone close to you in age. Because no matter how much they all loved you, they were more parental figures than your friends. Everyone that is, except for Tony. He took his duties as a pseudo-father very seriously. He had tried to limit your interaction with each other as much as possible, but everyone knew that it was pointless. He was often out doing things for Stark Industries, and when he was gone, you and Peter enjoyed training together.

The new facility had a bunch of different rooms for just that, but your favorite one had exposed beams near the ceiling, allowing Peter to swing from them, and Tony was sure to keep different things in there for you to throw. Wanda had been a huge help when you were learning how to incorporate telekinesis into your fighting style.

Steve, however, had different ideas. During this business trip that Tony had taken, Steve was determined to work on yours and Peter’s hand to hand combat. Neither of you were anywhere near Natasha’s skill level, but you could both also be a lot worse.    

It was late one night, and you were wandering around the complex as you usually did when you couldn’t sleep. You somehow ended up in the kitchen, and found Peter with his head stuck in the fridge. “Feeling a bit peckish?” you asked making him jump.

He managed to bang his head on the shelf above him, causing you to break into a bought of laughter. Your body was shaking so hard you ended up on the floor with tears in your eyes. “Alright, babe, up and at ‘em.” Peter laughed, picking you up from the floor and sitting you on a stool by the breakfast bar.

“I’m sorry, it wasn’t that funny.” You breathed, wiping tears from your eyes. “I’m so overtired that at this point, I’m just hyper.”

“Well,” Peter said with a mischievous gleam in his eyes, “we could always practice. Steve did say that he wanted to see our progress tomorrow.”

You pretended to contemplate his offer for a moment, before yelling “Race ya!” and taking off in a dead sprint down the hallway towards your favorite training room. Peter ended up beating you there by no more than a few seconds, but you blamed that on his long legs and your lack of focus.

“Alright,” he said, once you both got stretched out, like Steve always insisted. “Don’t go easy on me.” He joked, smirking.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” you laughed, before swiping his legs out from under him. Little did he know that your last girl’s night with Natasha and Wanda had consisted of them giving you some new moves and a few pointers that you could use if you ever got stuck in a hand to hand combat situation.

But, Peter had recently asked Steve for a few tips himself, and he had told him about how the girls on the team typically went for the legs. So, he was a bit more prepared for that move than you had been hoping for. He was able to roll over his shoulders and land on his feet, before jumping right back up and engaging you in a familiar, and more fist focused approach. It was here that your skills were a bit more equal. You were both very nimble and light on your feet, meaning that you made good matches for each other.

You didn’t know how long you two had been going at it like this, but you did know that you were getting tired. Natasha had given you a few tips about getting winded, and most of them just involved fighting through the exhaustion until a new burst of energy pushed through, or someone could come to your rescue. It didn’t seem likely that a burst of energy was coming soon, and you had no one that would be able to step into the fight for you. That left you with only one option. You carefully managed to work your way back from him, and then with a running leap, launched yourself into the air, managing to wrap your legs around his neck and spin him down to the ground. You ended up straddling him, with a fist in the air.

You were both breathing pretty heavy, and at this point you weren’t really looking forward to continuing. “Wow,” Peter breathed from underneath you. “Did- uh, Natasha teach you that one?” You nodded, but didn’t move from your position. “It’s uh, it’s impressive” he said after clearing his throat.

“What is going on here?” Tony’s voice echoed from across the room.

Within seconds, you were off of Peter and flinging yourself into Tony’s arms. “Steve wanted us to work on our hand to hand.” You explained. “When did you get back?” you asked, backing up.

“The plane landed about fifteen minutes ago. I was heading up to my room when I heard you two pummeling each other.” He said, giving Peter a pointed look.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Stark. We weren’t trying to be so loud.” Peter said from beside you.

“Don’t worry about it kid,” Tony said, backing out of the gym. “but I better never see you in such a compromising position again.” He warned, pointing at Peter and giving him a wink before turning and heading up to his room.

You couldn’t see your face, but you knew that in those few moments, it had gone completely red. You hadn’t thought about how that position could look. Natasha had taught you, and in the heat of the moment it hadn’t even occurred to you. Peter must have noticed your blush, because he laid a hand on your shoulder, reassuring you. “It’s alright, Y/N. I know it wasn’t like that.” He laughed, starting to walk out of the gym.

You could practically feel yourself deflate. Try as you might, Peter was completely clueless, and you were sick of it. No amount of movie night cuddling or complements could get the fact that you had a huge crush on him through his thick skull. “Peter, you idiot.” You practically yelled, marching up to him. Once you were face to face, you drew yourself up to your full height. “What if I wanted it to come across that way?” you asked, looking into his eyes, with one eyebrow quirked.

“What, um what what what do you, uh, mean by that?” he asked, scratching the back of his neck.

You rolled your eyes, before grabbing the collar of his shirt, pulling him towards you. You stood on your tip toes in order to reach his lips. It took you both a few moments to process what was happening. You usually weren’t so forward, and Peter had never expected to actually get to kiss you. After a few moments, you both snapped out of your daze, and before you knew it, you felt Peter’s arm wrapping around your back, while the other tangled in your hair. Your hand slipped from his shirt collar to lace around his neck, your fingers lightly playing with his hair.

“For the love of god, what did I just say?” Tony snapped from behind you. You sheepishly pulled away from Peter in order to face Tony. He stood there with a very serious expression for a few moments, before breaking out into a grin. “I’m messing with you!” he said with a laugh. “But seriously,” he said, dropping the grin from his face. “I better not catch either of you doing that again. I’m fine with it, just don’t shove it in my face.” You let out a sigh of relief, happy that your actions hadn’t drove a wedge between the two of you. “Goodnight, kids.” Tony called over his shoulder, before leaving the two of you alone.

Suddenly, you felt a bit overwhelmed, so you leaned into Peter’s chest, comforted by the way that his arms wrapped around you, holding you close. “That was a close one.” You murmured.

“Worth it, though.” He said quietly, enjoying the feeling of you in his arms, and the butterflies in his stomach. The feeling was new, and a little scary, but he was happy to take that chance, at least with you.



pairing: oak x reader

summary: request - oak x reader having a slumber party but then a thunderstorm happens and the reader is petrified so oak uses his cuddle powers and it ends in smooching

warnings: none i think lmao this is pretty much 100% pure fluff tbh

word count: 1,504

a/n: i took some liberties with the plot but i included what you asked for so i hope you like it! requests are open so if you have any ideas send them my way :)

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[a/n]: helllloooo!! decided i’d get one more thing out before classes start tomorrow :( i probably won’t post anything else until next weekend, but i’ll work on some writings do they’ll be ready to go by friday! if u have any requests send them my way (also any feedback would b nice) and i hope u like it!!!

pairing: min yoongi x reader

genre: fluff, college!au, frat boy!yoongi

word count: 367

summary: yoongi wakes up to you wearing his shirt and he just noticed how much he liked it. (and you)

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Don’t Start Something You Can’t Finish

Pairing:  Dean x Reader

Summary:  So I got this as a request (IKR? I made it!) and here’s what it said:  Heyyy so I don’t know if you do requests or anything, but can you do one where Dean and the reader are trying to sleep, but the reader won’t let him, so Dean has something else in mind ;) Thanxxxxoxo

Word Count: 1,115

Warnings: Very slight smut (like Dean has a ‘friend’), implied smut, mostly fluff, sleepy Dean;)

A/N: This is my first time doing a request like this! Please let me know what you think and if you have any requests, send them my way!

(Gifs are not mine)

I hate everything.

You thought to yourself as you laid awake in bed during the middle of the night. All you wanted to do was sleep, but you just couldn’t. As a hunter you were use to getting very few hours of sleep during cases when you knew you had to be up early the next morning. However, while you and the boys were between cases, you could hardly get your mind to shut down long enough so you could get more than four hours of sleep.

At first you couldn’t sleep when you were alone in your room of the bunker, then you decided to crawl into Dean’s bed with him. You always found it easier to sleep with a warm body next to you, and it was an even better feeling sleeping next to a warm body that you were in love with.

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BTS Reaction: It’s your first time in Korea and you’re only just learning Korean.

Thank you so much for your request! For clarification, I really don’t think skin color would have any impact on how they’d react upon seeing you, so I haven’t made it a huge deal in the reactions either. I hope you like it! For further requests and feedback, send them my way here. <3


Jungkook would be intimidated when he first saw you, gorgeous as ever and when you looked at him oddly when he finally gathered the courage to approach you, he felt as if he wanted to kill himself out of embarrassment. He tried again, thinking maybe he said it too fast.
“Anyoung haseyo?” he smiled nervously. By then you knew basic Korean and knew that he was trying to greet you. You bowed lightly, nervously spewing “Oh, a-anyoung haseyo!”
Your accent as thick as his was in English and your awkward bow indicated your Korean skills and he blushed when he realized that he’d have to switch to English in order for the conversation to not get really awkward.
“Uhm… you don’t speak Korean?”
“Haha, only a little bit. It’s my first time here.”
“Oh, come, I will introduce you to my friends and I will show you around. Sorry, my English is not very good.”
He’d be a shy mess, constantly tugging at Namjoon’s sleeve to translate for him even though he knew perfectly well how to say it himself. He’d think you were really pretty and every time he looked at you he got major flashbacks to the scene when they filmed their music video in the US and he didn’t have the courage to do anything other than sit awkwardly. He decided with himself that that wasn’t going to be the case this time.


When Jin saw your beautiful hair and legs waiting by the bus stop, he immediately felt like he had to approach you. Jin ain’t dumb though and he’d figured that you didn’t speak Korean – okay, maybe he wasn’t that smart either, ‘cause you were clearly holding your map while you looked at your surroundings all confused.
“Hello, do you need help?” he’d ask, knowing that despite his accent, his English was decent.
“I think I’m lost…” you barely made eye contact as your eyes shifted on your map.
“Well, where do you need to be?”
You looked up at him and noticed his tall figure near yours as his eyes paced the map along with yours.
“Uhh…” you were left a little stunned and he noticed.
“Let me buy you coffee then I’ll take you wherever you need to be, yeah?” He smiled and reached a hand out to formally introduce himself. On the coffee date he’d ask you about your Korean and would learn you little phrases that were good to know, laughing at your mispronunciation.


You were walking around Seoul alone, as you realized that you were lost. You were on your way to a café to meet a friend when you entered a big building to ask for help. You didn’t know that you had entered the BigHit building and in your stress, you didn’t even notice Jimin standing nearby with Jungkook. You raced over there, letting out a Korean “Excuse me?” making them turn their heads towards you. Jimin immediately liked what he saw, but didn’t grow flustered. He’d smile as a response, waiting for you to ask for help.
“Uhm… I need…” your basic Korean classes hadn’t paid off, and it wasn’t helping that you were standing in front of the most gorgeous guy you had laid eyes on.
“I go Podji café?”
Their eyes went huge as they heard you ask for guidance to a pussy café, your nerves growing when you realized they probably didn’t understand.
“Uh, Podji eat?”
Their eyes grew even bigger as the silence re-emerged. You gave up, muttering an apology as you pulled out a piece of paper with the name of the café written, handing it to Jimin as you gestured an eating motion.
“Oh my God” they both broke out laughing as they’d realized that you had mistaken the K for a J.
“It’s not Podji, it’s Poki! Podji is very different.” They’d laugh and you’d stand confused, not knowing that you had been spilling super inappropriate sentences earlier. Jimin started laughing as he grabbed your hand asking you in his own broken English if you’d like him to take you to the café. All of the sudden you had forgotten all about your friend and went with Jimin as he continued to tease you throughout the entire day.


It was at a show that the two of you had seen each other for the first time, as you had gone to Korea for the sole purpose of finally seeing BTS live. You looked different from the general Korean crowd, making it easy to pick you out. You stood in the front, somehow perfectly aligned with Hoseok. Throughout the show he’d continuously look at you, deepening the eye contact and something about the whole thing made it look as if he was working a lot harder that night. You enjoyed the show as you would, not thinking that you would ever see them again. However, after the show had ended and since you were closest to the stage, it took you some time to get out. Whilst you were standing there in the soon-to-be empty venue, a guard pulled you aside.
“A band member would like to meet you, would you like to meet them too?”
Your eyes would glow up nervously as you’d stutter out a silent “yes.”
You’d be guided backstage, where Hoseok would greet you in English, asking you if you spoke Korean. You shyly shook your head no, muttering “I’m learning. It’s my first time here.” To which he’d be very impressed. He’d ask you to stay with them for a little while, while he curiously asked you all about yourself, asking you if you’d like to hang out with him while you were still there. You felt as if you were dreaming, and when the end of the night neared itself and he admitted that he thought you were really beautiful, you pinched yourself discreetly to make sure this wasn’t some crazy dream.


Being in Seoul sometimes calls for doing touristy things – and today, that was what was scheduled. You got yourself dolled up as you and your friend went to a Korean modern art museum. You walked around together, until you somehow ended up losing each other. You texted her, but decided to continue looking whilst waiting for her to come back. You could sense that someone was looking at you, but you’d figured that it was probably the natives thinking you were a weird alien, as they thought of most foreigners. However, this stare was persistent and somehow… lustful. It was the kind of stare that made you feel desired. You looked across your shoulder to see a tall figure standing near you, looking at the same piece that you did.
“You know, it’s been here for many, many years. I’ve practically grown up alongside this piece, yet I always return to it. Isn’t that weird? All these years, yet I continue to find it interesting.”
You looked at him while he looked at the piece, impressed with his English, as you only rarely picked up on an accent.
“That means it’s good art. It’s supposed to make you feel something.”
He’d smile and greet you and you’d tell him about how this was your first time and that you were trying to learn Korean. He’d tell you about his early days with English and how he struggled, but he’d motivate you and tell you to be persistent. You’d get a text message from your friend, telling you that she had been hit on by a really cute guy who took her out to get coffee, and you told Namjoon you’d been blown off.
“I’ll take you to coffee then, too.” He smiled and reached a hand out to you.


When he spotted you sitting by the bar with a drink in your hand as your tired eyes gazed at the dancing people, he completely lost touch with the real world. You looked so different from everyone, not just in your foreign appearance, but the entire way you held yourself was completely different from anyone he had ever seen. You didn’t look like you were enjoying the club and honestly, he wasn’t either – that is, until now. He stood up and left the group to go to the bar, leaving Jin looking like a question mark. He sat next to you and smiled, unsure if he should approach you in English or Korean. The two of you quickly smiled at each other before your eyes parted as he ordered a drink and you continued to gaze at the dancing people.
“Hello” he smiled nervously, even though his body language oozed with confidence and carelessness.
You looked at him, your smile widening at the realization that he wanted to talk to you.
“Hello” you smiled back, your voice sending shivers down Yoongi’s spine.
“You’re not Korean?”
“Uh.. haha, no? Isn’t that obvious.”
“Oh sorry, you not talk Korean?”

You laughed at his poor English, but his persistence engaged you and the two of you ended up working it out, having long conversations as you teased each others’ English and Korean. You would’ve talked for a while before Yoongi sighed.
“I hate clubs. They’re too noisy.”
You ended up leaving the club together, walking around Seoul together as you agreed that he’d be your new tour guide for the time you were staying in South Korea.


Okay, you’ll admit – in hindsight it wasn’t the smartest choice to wear the same color shirt that the employees had. But what did you even know about it, you had never been there before! Perhaps it was a blessing in disguise, when Taehyung ran over to you, blabbering on and on in a Korean that even natives had issues understanding. This guy did not take a hint, no matter how confused you looked, no matter how many mumbled “Uhm”’s you let out, he continued speaking to you in Korean – fast, messy and completely oblivious to the fact that you clearly didn’t speak Korean. How he got it messed up still amazes you, as you quite clearly do not look Korean. It took a few minutes for him to realize that you had no idea what he was talking about before you let out his rectangular smile and bowed “Sorry”
You smiled and laughed, telling him in English that you unfortunately didn’t speak Korean nor worked here. He’d get more and more flustered the more he realized how embarrassing it must’ve been for you and the more he realized how pretty the girl in front of him was. You thought he’d leave when he realized you couldn’t help him, but something made him stay. He kept talking to you, instantly asking you the more intimate questions and you noticed how much slower his English was compared to his Korean, although his English was pretty good as well.
“I’ll tell you more about me if you take me out, you know?”
He’d smile and grab your hand
“If you don’t work here, then what are we waiting for? I’ll teach you Korean immediately. When I ask you out, just say ne!”


[a/n]: hello! ! ! here’s a quick lil thing i wrote up. i’ve been wanting to do college, fratboy!yoongi for awhile now and i think this’ll be the first installment of that series. i’m not sure yet. anyways, if you have any requests just send them my way :p

pairing: min yoongi x reader

genre: fluff, college!au

summary: min yoongi is completely obvious with how much he likes staring at you.

word count: 302

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So I saw this ask meme and since I’m trying to figure out how faces work and how to draw things a bit faster I decided to do all of them. Set 1/3

If anyone has any requests for a non-Alcor TAU character for one (as in one pose not one whole sheet) of these (or any ask meme you have a link for) just send it my way.

~If your new to my blog.

HELLO and Welcome!! I’m james… I’m constantly checking my tumblr so if you have any questions and any wcifs feel free to ask them. I make cc for sims 3 and 4 (currently s4). I am currently open to ideas and request for sims 4 so if anyone has any conversion request or anything really (like skins, contacts, objects, clothing, shoes, accessories, etc) feel free to send them my way and I’ll see what I can do. I do prefer maxis-match request only, considering that’s my gaming style.

I am in school so I may not post as much during the week as I do on weekend but my askbox and messages are always open!! :)

out of appreciation, i am going to spam you with stories

As promised, I am going to add stories for Riz & Boyd. With it being a three day weekend for me, I’ve decided to make up for my random breaks from writing.

Sunday, March 26 is designated for Riz Ahmed

Monday, March 27 is designated for Boyd Holbrook

Send in your requests if you have any for the two so that I can knock them out in the next two days. The way it will work is, I’ll just queue stories to come out through the day for the boys.