if you think about we almost got like 5 minutes if you play it really slowly

Not So Innocent Now

Word count: 1,460

Warning: smut, teasing, rough sex

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Summary/Request: Thank you @study-me-misha for my first request!

The reader is Sam and Dean’s younger sister and Cas has had feelings for her for a long time. She starts to tease him round the bunker which leads to him snapping.

Tags: @badwolfy08 @jensen-gal

Originally posted by malachai-winchester

Cas watched as Y/N, the middle Winchester child, hugged her brothers after a particularly long and gruelling case. The look of triumph and her relaxed smile made Cas smile to himself. He always thought she looked so beautiful in these moments of complete satisfaction, being held in the arms of her family. A wave of sorrow also crashed through Cas as he wished for this love from his own family, but sadly he was an outcast from them. Abruptly, Cas was broken from his thoughts as Y/N ran over and embraced him tightly.

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anonymous asked:

Could you write something where they try to see how long it takes scott to realize that theyre just pretending to date but then they realize that theyre not really pretending please and thank you!!

ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10756875

“I’m bored,” Stiles sighed.

“Hi bored, I’m Derek.”

“God that was literally a dad joke Derek. You’re the worst.”

Derek hummed in response, still not looking up from his laptop.

“I’m serious though I’m bored. Let’s do something.”

“Like what? Walk to the park and enjoy the weather?”

“Jesus Derek, you’re approaching Grandpa territory now. No, I mean like, a project or something.”

“A puzzle?” Derek suggested.

“Seriously Derek? No, we’re not going to put a puzzle together. I was thinking a long-term project. Let’s prank the pack.”

“The pack is 99% wolves, how are you going to trick them?”

“Scott may be a wolf but he’s still as oblivious as always. Please please please help me prank him,” Stiles practically whined, bouncing around the room.

Derek knew he would never say no to Stiles. Stiles could literally ask him for anything and Derek knew he would give it to him without a doubt.

“Fine. What do you have in mind?”

Stiles paced around the room for a bit until stopping in his tracks, sending Derek a grin that only meant that Derek would regret saying yes.

“Pretend dating.”

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You know, I like the idea of Zuko making the wrong decision in Ba Sing Se and being able to recover from that. But like, I’m also lowkey upset we didn’t get to see Zuko run off with the Gaang at the end of Book 2. What we had was good and dramatic but just imagine:

- 78% of Zuko’s S3 angst comes from his decision to side with Azula in Ba Sing Se so if he never had that moral quandary, it’s arguable Zuko would be more at ease with himself and the others especially given how good he was doing at the end of Book 2. Plus the Gaang (Katara especially) would be much easier on him so instead of being angry/suspicious, it’d just be super…. awkward… getting used to another member plus an ex-fire prince who used to chase them? Classic

- Also so like it’s very possible the Gaang could’ve escaped Ba Sing Se unharmed with Zuko’s help. The city was going to fall no matter what but Zuko probably could’ve stopped Azula lightening at Aang. My point being, that spirit water is still available and she did offer to heal Zuko’s scar… just a thought. It would come in handy when undercover if the traitor prince no longer has his obvious identifying mark.

- After about 5 minutes Sokka decided that Zuko was his new best friend, he’s a guy around his age who’s mature but also mischievous with a love of weaponry and strategy and yes. Zuko and Sokka are attached at the hip and it drives Katara crazy cause they get into so much trouble but she’s never seen her brother happier. Oh my god, when Sokka gets his meteor sword the two of them will spar all day. They get their weapons taken away frequently.

- Chief Hakoda sees Zuko has repented and hears .4 seconds of his story before trying to adopt him. (“You’ll love the Water Tribe Prince Zuko! Don’t worry, your new grandmother will fatten you up” “!?!”) Toph has to break it to Hakoda that Iroh has already claimed Zuko and Zuko meanwhile is overwhelmed by all this affection. Still, he’s honorary Water Tribe now

- Zuko interacting in normal Fire Nation towns. Think about it, he was a crown prince, he’d probably never been outside the capital city and then he was banished from the Fire Nation. He’s likely never seen regular Fire Nation life. It’s just as new and exciting for him (plus he helps them blend a little better)

- Zuko starting Aang’s firebending training, being a bit more gentle once he hears the reasons for Aang’s block. They walk through the basics and soon Aang slowly but surely begins to develop his bending. Zuko is able to learn from everyone too and, on a whim, decides to practice lightening bending. His mind is free of turmoil and is shocked when he’s easily able to summon the electricity. He scared the pants off his sleeping companions who think Azula has come to them.

-  Katara and Zuko, mom and dad of the group. They just fall into sync parenting the often wild Aang and Toph while keeping Sokka in line. Zuko insists on helping her with cooking and cleaning up and is surprisingly good at it. She nags all the others about following Zuko’s example. Also awesome playful bending battles between opposing elements that always gets crashed halfway through by the others.

- Appa and Momo adore Zuko, Aang and Sokka are totally jealous. Appa because he knows Zuko saved him from Lake Laogai and Momo because Zuko is a literal heater and he can almost always be found snuggled with Zuko. But Zuko is, in general, very good with animals. Even better than Aang.

- Joking about Zuko’s past mistakes becomes a thing, it’s not awkward or snippy, they just love bringing up embarrassing memories and teasing him about it. It helps Zuko feel more at ease, he still feels bad for the things he did in Book 1, but they tease to let him know he’s forgiven.

- Like in canon, Iroh is captured in Ba Sing Se and Zuko is half mad with grief for a while afterward until he hears that Iroh was not executed but merely thrown into prison. He cried happily and openly when he learned he hasn’t lost his only remaining family member who loves him. He makes plans to break Iroh out on the Day of Black Sun.

- On a side note, Zuko tells the story of his mom and you know, you fuckening know, that Operation: Find Zuko’s Mom is a go. He doesn’t have Ozai’s confirmation but he still suspects she’s alive. They all agree to search after the war ends.

- Zuko gets along with Toph better than all the others, they get the whole idea of nobility and honor but also know when to let things loose. Firebending and Earthbending have similar principles so they gel together. Katara and Aang are relieved that Zuko is there to balance out Toph’s brashness with his own quiet stubbornness. He fits in so well, it’s weird to imagine him not always being there, he’s able to complement everyone.

- The Gaang realizes very quickly that Zuko’s self-esteem and sense of worth is below nothing. Years of emotional (and physical) abuse from his family, being told he’s weaker and worthless plus those years of shameful banishment means he’s got no confidence. Aang breaks down into tears when Zuko casually remarks that he likely won’t survive the war. He’s legitimately shocked to hear the Gaang would be devastated if he died. The team works hard to build up his confidence and let him know that they love him. It works wonders on his mood and even his firebending improves without that mental block. Team Avatar swears that they’ll defeat Ozai not just for what he’s done to the world, but what he’s done to their friend.

- Once relaxed and assured of his place, Zuko really opens up. He’s never had true humor in his life but he develops a cutting but wry sense of humor and more often than not finds himself chuckling at Sokka’s terrible jokes. His protective, stubborn nature is in full force and he would do anything to keep his turtleducks safe (he’s usually put in his place but he’s trying ok). Temper’s still there, it’s a firebending thing, but it’ll flame and go out quickly and people just get used to it. He gets playful with his bending and is not above pranks. He’s smiled more in the time before in the invasion than he ever remembers in his whole life.

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Summary :  You die while being on a mission with the team. At least , that’s what you thought. What happens when you suddenly wake up alive ? What do you do now? & how will the team handle the news after thinking you’ve been dead for months?

Warnings : swearing, angst, violence , fluff( tiny, tiny bit for now).

Pairing, (so far) : Avengers x reader, Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader( No permanent pairing yet!)
* Bold is readers thoughts,  &  italics are memories. *


                                                       Chaper One
    The sound of constant beeping fills your ears . You finally open your eyes to take in your surroundings ;You see the clean white walls, the heart monitors next to you, and the IV pole that seems to be attached to you. Where the hell am I . How the fuck am I alive ? You think back to the last thing you remember . 


    You were standing besides Bucky , fighting off hydra agents. You two banter back and forth , about how this is out of you range. How you belong behind a desk back at the tower. He wasn’t wrong, up until 5 minutes ago you were just a lab tech/hacker  for the team, you were shy and kept to yourself mostly . You were good with computers, so they asked you for help on this mission to hack into a Hydra base’s security feed. One thing led to another, and the team ended up being  severely outnumbered. You grabbed a spare weapon out of the jet you  were hiding on , then made your way out to help Barnes. Everything went fine, until Steve came to you guys. You always had feelings for Steve Rogers, but your relationship was horribly platonic. You never bothered to act on your feelings, the fear of rejection stopping you every time.  Steve was leading you back to the jet, when you had an eerie feeling of being watched. You turned around spotting an agent on a low roof, his gun aiming right at Steve. Before you comprehend what you’re doing, you throw yourself in front of Steve, yelling out a warning. The agent made his move, releasing numerous shots but missing his main target. You feel intense pain  tingle through you, you look down , seeing several bullet holes through your abdomen.  You hit the ground next to Steve with a thud. Your hands fly to your wounds , you feel your blood coating them as you try to apply pressure. Steve is immediately at your side along with Bucky. Their words are barely registering in your head, you can feel the blood loss taking its toll . Steve has you cradled in his lap , hugging you to him asking you to hold on .

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You slowly lift your hand to cup his cheek, pulling his eyes to yours. “  I’d do it over again if I had to Steve. I -” he cuts you off.

“  Y/n, don’t you’re going to make it, the medical team is -”

“  I’m not going to make it , & that’s okay “ Your speech is slurring and your vision is fading to black . “ It’s okay because I Love You.” The blackness completely takes over your vision.



So how the hell am I alive? Please tell me Hydra didn’t frankenstein my body . Oh God i’m going to be sick . What if -

     Your thought are cut off by who you assume to be your doctor walking in , with a shield logo on his scrubs.

      “ You’re awake ! That’s great Miss Y/n, I thought it would take at least another month or two. You really are a fighter. “ he chuckles while scribbling something on a clipboard.

 “ Who the hell are you , and where the hell am I. How am I alive, this isn’t plausible -” 

 “ Miss , someone is coming to explain everything to you shortly now that you are awake. What I can tell you is that your are safe, in a SHIELD medical house that treats people with similar situations as yours.”  Similar situations? People that are suppose to be dead?

“ You mean people that died on duty ? What the hell kind of place -” You’re cut off by a new ,familiar voice. Son of a Bitch .

“ Stand down Miss Y/n , the doctor only did as he was ordered.

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“ Fury, you son of a bitch.” Anger boils in your body .

“ I dont think the Captain would like to hear such language coming out of a ladies mouth Y/n .” 

“ You sick son of a bitch , who the hell are you to play God ! I was dead, I shouldn’t be here . What the hell did you do to me ?!” You shout at him .

  “ Calm down Y/n, it was the same procedure we applied to other agents that ‘died’ . You just happen to wake up a hell of a lot sooner, seems your body wasn’t as willing to die as you were.”

 “ That’s not a good enough explanation Nick . This is going against Nature, i want -“

 " You cant just say thank you, can you? ” he sighs before adding ,“ You received the same procedure Coulson had.” he confesses.  Anger starts radiating through you , you were part of the research team on that procedure, T.A.H.I.T.I . It was barely out of the experimental phase the last time you saw it .     

 “  You didnt have permission to do this Nick, what if I didnt want this , huh? You unwillingly brought me back , with a program that was still considered experimental!  For all you know I could have been in fucking Heaven !” You growl . You rip out your IV , and try to stand. As soon as one of your feet hits the ground, you know you’re not stable enough.      

“ T.A.H.I.T.I  is safer than it was when you decided to leave the project. It’s not 100% fixed, but its a hell of a lot better than being dead. We had permission from your emergency contact , no one was ready to let you go yet .” He gives you a hard look . Your emergency contact was your bestfriend, Giana, she moved to New York a year after you did . You’ve been bestfriends almost your entire life, she ended up moving in with you when she came to New York .

 “ Oh my God,” She didnt even cross your mind since you’ve been awake.   

  “ She’s being called down here now. You’ve been out for a few months Y/n , Giana had to sign a confidentiality agreement, but she gave us the right to revive you .” Tears are freely flowing from your eyes, How could I not think of her . What the hell is wrong with me. Then the team crosses your mind, specifically Steve. Sure you got along with the entire team , but you spent more time with Steve, Bucky and Sam . 

 "Does the team know?” barely a whisper slides through your lips.

Fury nods his head no , “ There is time and place to tell them ,and it isn’t now. Giana should be here soon, and there’s a someone else you should meet after you speak with her. Be grateful Y/n, not everyone is given this second chance.” You almost wish that he’d say you weren’t allowed to tell them . Well , this is going to be one hell of an awkward reunion.

    He goes to leave, but you stop him .“ Why me, Nick? I’m not a superhero with powers, or even a real agent. I’m a lab technician, and barely that . I was an intern Stark took a lucky chance on .” It really doesn’t make sense to you , you weren’t anything special, just a regular girl.

 “ You fit all the criteria, and according to Stark , you are one hell of a lab tech . Maybe now you can be something more. T.A.H.I.T.I only exists in SHIELD because of the risks, you are required to stay with us for the time being. You’re a liability until we perform the remaining tests to check your stability. When you are in full health , you will be assessed& trained as what is deemed fit, whether it’s a field agent, or lab tech . Things are about to change, hopefully for the better.”

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    It was almost 2 hours before Giana shows up , you spent the time in between thinking through things .What did they tell my family about what happened to me? This is so fucking unnatural. Fucking SHIELD.

 The door flings open, revealing  a distraught Giana . Her eyes are red and still leaking tears. You don’t hold in yours, letting them stream down your face as you lock eyes with your bestfriend.

    “ Hey Gi.” You whisper, before you know it , shes bolting towards  you on the hospital bed. You wrap your arms around each other , just crying . Tears are still dripping from both of you , but the loud sobs quieted down.

She breaks the silence ,“ What the hell were you thinking ?”

Oh God, here comes the yelling. Her voice is laced with anger, confusion, & sadness. She pulls her head out of your neck to connect her eyes to yours.

     “ I wasn’t thinking, I just -”

“ OBVIOUSLY YOU WEREN’T FUCKING THINKING..” she yelled. You wince at the tone, and the fact that she’s right next to you , but yelling like you’re across a parking lot. A sob comes out of her and she buries herself in your neck again.

    “ You left me Y/n, you were gone. You left me alone, and I didnt know what to fucking do . “ Her voice is soft, what she says brings you back to tears. You embrace her tighter, laying your head on hers.

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    “ I’m so sorry , im so so so sorry . I can’t imagine what you went through. I didnt think ,i just automatically pushed Steve out of the way . I just , I dont know .” You feel her nod before she speaks up,

     “ You know, you told him you love him”

“ Thanks for reminding me ,dick .” You both let out a laugh , not breaking your embrace.   The rest of her visit consists of her telling your what’s been happening the past few months. You’ve spent 90% of your life together so far, the thought of being apart breaks you. Your heart breaks as she tells you how it was while she was alone. In your mind, you find your relationship with Giana to be as indestructible as Steve and Bucks.   She tells you that your parents were informed them that  you were sent on a trip to Europe, to take care of some business over there last minute. You didn’t even want to know what they were going to say if T.A.H.I.T.I ended up not working. You push the thought out of your mind. When she leaves, it’s a painful goodbye. You reassure her that you’ll be right here when she comes back for another visit. When the door shuts behind her , you sink back down into the bed .You sigh, feeling exhaustion over take you . You let your eyes flutter shut, pulling you into a deep sleep.   


   When you wake up, you see it’s still dark outside . The light from the tv was illuminating the room, making you squint your eyes. Weird , I didnt turn it on who di-

You’re cut off by a blur of blue ,followed by gust of wind entering your room. Your eyes widen , and look to the chair next to your bed. Your mouth drops open in disbelief .NO FUCKING WAY . 

   Your eyes land on a guy about your age, with platinum blonde hair, and piercing blue eyes. You recognize him immediately from the pictures in Wanda’s room .

 He sends you a smirk before speaking, “ Well good morning sleeping beauty , i’m Pie-”

 “ Pietro Maximoff ?” It comes out as a question, mainly because you can’t believe your eyes. Wanda’s clearly not dead brother was sitting in front you, with a sly grin on his face.

Well , Fury is just full of fucking surprises.

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The Reality of Getting Intimate With An Sugar Daddy for the First Time. (Part 1)

Originally posted by btvsladies

I feel like no talks about this. Social media is a cultural preference on how we only perceive the happy and successful parts of our lives. Tumblr is a wonderful example of showing off our money, bags, shoes, vacations from our Sugar Daddies. Life is just perfect, right? But what’s actually going through your mind when a Sugar Daddy gets intimate?

Are there hot sugar daddies out there? Absolutely! However, most are not for the price you want. 

Tonight I went out with Mr. Louboutin. He’s a short, older man, 48 salt and pepper hair, big nose, old man stash… Very sweet and I enjoy conversations with him. Not to mention his pay outs have been pretty good. They range from $500 per meet up (so far) but this was the first time I got intimate with him. 

1)  Acceptance. 

When you first start out as a Sugar baby, you only look for attractive guys. Then slowly but surely it turns into what you can tolerate for the money. 

When I met Mr. Louboutin I thought, yeah sure, I could fuck this guy. The conversation was there, attraction? Eh. it was okay, but for the price and what he offered? Piece of cake. 

2) Anticipation. 

When going out to dinner with an SD you’re not really attracted to, you make up all kinds of bullshit smalltalk to prolong the night so you can escape easier saying, ‘It’s getting late.”  You may also order another drink, dessert, ect.  We’ve all done this. 

Mr. Louboutin and I left the bar and he wanted to “drive me back to my car” even though it was literally a 30 step walk. I got into his car and he started driving around. I wasn’t sure what he was going to do at this point until he drove by a parking garage and said, “We could go in here for a few minutes.” Every story we went up my stomach just turned, like “Oh god… here we go.” 

3) The pep talk. 

Does anyone else do this? You give yourself a little pep talk to prepare you for what’s to come. You think about what exactly you’re going to do, what HOT GUY you’re going to think about when your eyes are closed kissing and doing things, how fast you could probably get him off and how. These were all things going through my mind. 

4) Avoidance. The fight or flight. 

There have been a couple times where I would flight. I just couldn’t and make up some random excuse not to sleep with them. This happens and it’s OKAY. 

This is where closing your eyes and picturing someone else comes into play. You try to tune out their sounds they’re making, or seeing their crusty old dick. (sorry) Since I was in the car I just kept making out with him, or if my eyes were open while getting him off with my hand, I kept my eyes on his. I swear if I would have saw his dick I would have just thrown up. 

5) The Payment 

Thank god most older guys get off pretty fast and the relief is almost what makes it all worth it. $500 for 10 minutes? Not too shabby. 


*** read Part 2 (click for link to post) with my thoughts on this. 

Title: Thanks for Being Here

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: It’s short and sweet. I believe one of the requests was for a previous game, but I didn’t get to it in a timely manner and I wanted to make sure I got this one out before too much time had passed. I also posted a Jordie Benn imagine tonight. Max Domi is up tomorrow, and it might be my favorite imagine yet…

Word Count: 1,403


Your eyes instinctively fell closed, your heart sinking into your stomach. Taking a deep breath, you opened your eyes, skimming the sea of disappointed fans all around you; finally settling on Auston. Standing by the bench, his hands were resting on the top of his stick, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth as the Capitals celebrated at the other end of the ice.

You had managed to make it to all of his home games during the playoffs; carefully planning your schedule and reworking your obligations back home, making the 5-hour drive from Michigan each game. The two of you had met when he was playing with the National Development Team and both of you worked hard to maintain your relationship over the past few years, despite the distance. For all the doubt there had been surrounding the Leafs at the beginning of the season, you couldn’t be happier for Auston and how far the Leafs had come, but it was still disappointing to see the boys lose.

You heard Ema sigh as her arm wrapped around your shoulders, giving you a squeeze; the two of you sporting matching frowns. Your eyes followed Auston as he made his way through the handshake line, then to center ice as the team saluted the crowd, his shoulders slumped. You and Auston’s family headed to the lower level of the arena to wait for him. Your phone buzzed moments later, slipping it out of your pocket you saw a text from Auston.

Auston: I’ll meet you back at my place? More media stuff to do than usual.

(Y/N): Okay. I love you.

Auston: Love you.

As you went to put your phone back in your pocket, you noticed Ema was quickly typing a message out on hers. Glancing up at you, she gave you a quick smile.

“I guess we’re all getting the same message?” she asked. “We’re supposed to leave and he’ll talk to us later?

“Yep, that’s the same one I got.” you sighed, just wishing you were able to give Auston a hug.

“Brian and I are taking the girls out for a late dinner. Do you want to join us?” she asked.

“I appreciate the offer but would you mind just dropping me off at Auston’s on your way?” you questioned. “I should be there when he gets back.”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

The short drive to Auston’s from the ACC felt like an eternity. You waved goodbye to his family, watching as the car drove away. Walking slowly into the building, you thanked the doorman as he held the door, making your way to the elevator, and stepping into Auston’s condo a few minutes later. You changed into your pajamas and made a cup of tea before settling the love seat on the balcony, overlooking the bright lights of the Toronto skyline, the cool spring air felt nice on your skin.

You were lost in thought a while later when the glass door slid open, Auston stepping out onto the balcony, having already changed out of his suit and into a pair of sweats and a t-shirt.

“Hey.” he mumbled, forcing a quick smile on his face before it fell, sliding the door closed behind him. “I was looking for you for like, 5 minutes. I thought my parents took you out to eat with them.” he said, walking over to you, taking a seat beside you.

“They offered, but I wanted to be here when you got home.” you said, setting your mug on the low table in front of you.

You leaned back, Auston crossing his arms in front of him before resting his head against the wall, his eyelids fluttering shut. You sat in silence for a few minutes, listening to Auston’s steady breathing. You knew he was upset about the loss, and you didn’t want to pressure him to talk about it. You scooted closer to him, his arm instantly draping around your shoulders, you cuddled into his side, his arm pulling you closer.

“I’m sorry.” he breathed, finally opening his eyes, turning his head to look down at you after a few moments. “I can’t believe you drove hours to see… that.”

“Auston, you have nothing to be sorry for.” you said, your hand resting on his chest. He looked down at you, unconvinced. “I would drive that distance to see you lose every game of the season if it meant I got to spend more time with you.”

A smiled tugged briefly at the corners of his mouth before settling into a straight line. “You’re too good to me, you know that?” he said, shaking his head sadly.

“I know this whole season has been hard on you, you’ve been more stressed than I’ve ever seen you. Is there anything I can do to help?” you asked earnestly, looking for any way to soothe your boyfriend’s worries.

“You being here is more than enough.” he said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I didn’t want to lose, I’d give almost anything to still be playing, but you know, I’m just exhausted. Just sitting here with you and not having to think about opponents, systems, scoring…. It’s just what I need.” he admitted.

“Do you want to talk about the game?” you prompted.

“No.” he said flatly. “Maybe tomorrow, maybe next week, maybe never. Right now, there’s just so much shit going on in my head. I don’t even know if I was making sense to the media.” he sighed. “And then tomorrow is just another day of interviews where I’ll get to keep talking about it.” he frowned.

“Can I tell you one thing?”

“Sure.” Auston replied, reaching up to brush a strand of hair off of your face.

“I’m so proud of you, Aus. You’ve been working so hard for so long and I’m glad it’s paying off. I’m just so happy for you and I’m really proud of you.” you said.

Auston smiled the first genuine smiled he had all night. You tilted your head, your lips meeting his with a matching smile.

“Thank you for being here.”

“I’ll stay as long as you need me to.” you said, running a hand through his hair, pulling his lips back to yours.

“You mean that?” he questioned as he pulled back.

“Of course, I do.” He nodded, turning to lay on his back, resting his head on your lap, his long legs draped over the armrest. Your fingers tangled into his dark locks, massaging his scalp. He relaxed into your touch, looking up at you through his long lashes. He studied your face, thinking. You raised your eyebrow, but he gave you no hints as to what he was thinking.

“What’s going on in that head of yours, Matthews?” you laughed after a moment. He reached up, pulling one of your hands away from his head, holding it in his own over his heart.

“I know you have a lot going on at home and I’ll be heading back to Arizona in a few days. But… maybe next season you’d want to be here in Toronto with me… permanently.” You saw insecurity in his eyes, unsure of what your answer would be.

“Are you asking me to move in with you?” you smiled, your heart almost beating out of your chest.

“Yeah. I am. Then you wouldn’t have to spend so much time driving. If you wanted, I’m sure you could get a work visa; you wouldn’t have to if you didn’t want to though. I know it’s a lot to think about, but then you’d be around after all my games. And I think you’ll find I’m a lot more fun after wins. I just think—“ he babbled nervously.

You leaned down, your lips finding his to shut him up.

“That means you’ll think about it?” he asked when you leaned back a few moments later.

“Yeah. I’ll think about it.” you agreed. “I already have an answer, so make sure to give me a heads up if you change your mind.”

“I won’t.” he smiled. A shiver ran through him, goose bumps rising on his skin. “It’s cold, babe. Can we go to bed?”

“Of course, babe.” you replied as Auston sat up. “You need sleep.”

“And I need you to cuddle with me.” he said, a playful pout spreading across his lips.

“There’s nothing I’d rather do.”


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Request: Hey I absolutely love your imagines, can you do one where Y/N is comforting Auston Matthews about the most recent OT loss and just the overall stress of the playoffs. Like super fluffy and cuddly pleasee

I THINK I MADE THE CUTOFF UNLESS IM TOTALLY OUT OF IT, if that is the case go on with your wonderful selves and ignore this! But can I request an Auston Matthews imagine where you live in the U.S. (Michigan maybe?) And make it up to his last game of the playoffs and comfort him after? (Also,sorry if this has been requested!)  

Anthony Ramos x reader ~ Red Lipstick {smut}

Warnings: SMUTTT HA!, Papi kink, jealous!Ant, slight choking, swearing probably uhhh that’s it I think

A/N: I apologise in advance for my horrible attempt at smut, even though I haven’t even written it yet HA + my english, since im german lmaooo and sorry that I made everyone wait so long for this I’m a lazy cunt okay BYE

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“This is it, I give up.”

Here you were, about to be Maria Reynolds (and Peggy) for the first time after Jasmine left. You could hardly believe what you heard when Lin came in a while ago to inform you about your promotion from being an understudy. But you weren’t the only one who was thrilled to find out. Your ever so supportive boyfriend Anthony, who also happened to have a double role in the play, had been helping you get ready for your big moment, too. And today was your time to shine.

You angrily snapped the top of your red lipstick back onto the little stick of pure evil, removing the product from your lips and started applying it again. You were so concentrated on making sure it was right, that you didn’t notice your boyfriend sneaking into your shared dressing room and sighing when he closed the door.
“Y/N, it looks fine, you gotta be out there in 7 minutes”, he said, slowly walking over to you. He took hold of your hips and started rubbing small circles through the red dress.
You shook your head and pried his hands off of you.
“No, Papi, can’t you see I’m busy. I’m not going to mess up my first big show.”
Anthony mumbled something inaudible and opened the door again, turning back once more to wish you luck. You knew he was going to wait next to the stage anyways.


You were nervous to say the least, but the second you felt Anthony’s hand drop from the small of your back when you walked on stage, every thought slipped away and you were finally able to get into character completely. Lin had left the cast a week prior and Javier was in charge of playing Hamilton, which made the whole sexual choreography a bit easier. Anthony wouldn’t be jealous, you thought, Javier was gay.

So while you were up on stage, kissing him, slowly guiding J’s hands up and down your body and letting your head fall back onto his shoulder, you missed Anthony glaring at the two of you. You had left him quite aroused after he had caught you with the red lipstick. And being angry and horny is an interesting combination.


After your performance of ‘Say No To This’, you went to check on your boyfriend, who was now sitting patiently in your dressing room, waiting for you to return. His face was unreadable, but his erection was very visible through the fabric of his pants. You grinned, “You know, Javier is really good at kissing women, doesn’t that surprise you?”

Anthony growled quietly, but you acted like you didn’t hear it, turning to face him and continuing.
“Papi, you have to be on stage in 5 minutes, what are you still doing here?”, you said innocently, standing in front of your mirror again, this time removing your lipstick completely so it wouldn’t smudge and quickly took off your dress, getting into your outfit for the ending later.
Your boyfriend got up slowly, but he didn’t say anything until he was right behind you, leaning in so his lips brushed over your ear when he spoke.
“That’s enough time to get you all warmed up and squirming until I’m back, baby girl.”
You shivered under his touch on you, moaning softly when the warmth of his body pulled away. He smirked, pulling on your arm so you were looking at him. Anthony kissed you deeply, you responded with the same force and felt him staggering backwards until you two reached the couch, you straddling him. Then suddenly you felt the hand that was on your ass before release it and your wrists getting tied together behind your back by some shirt Anthony had found. He bit your bottom lip softly and you felt your panties dampening, when he flipped you around so you were the one with your back on the tiny couch. Your boyfriend pulled away briefly and took in your body, making you shiver with anticipation.
“Too bad I can’t undress you, but I can make you wait for it”, he whispered, and started pulling down your pants and underwear at the same time.

“Oh, you’re already so wet for me baby girl, and i haven’t even done anything.”

Your boyfriend quickly slid two fingers into you, making you moan loudly. His one hand went up to your throat, and he pressed down on it lightly, choking you so you wouldn’t be able to make as much noise. “We don’t want anyone to hear us, do we?”, he said winking. Anthony sunk down and latched his mouth onto your clit, toying with it and slamming his fingers into you at the same time. “Fuck, papi,” you managed to say, before he came back up to kiss you. You both fought for dominance for a second, but the kiss was cut off by the announcer yelling ‘RAMOS, YOU’RE UP!’ through the door. Anthony sighed, pulling out his fingers, making you whimper, but Anthony held them up to your mouth and watched you lick them. He smirked and waved his hand almost mockingly, as he mumbled “Oh no, now everyone’s gonna know how hard you made me”, but just loud enough for you to hear. You followed him with your eyes as he slipped out the door, locking it, leaving you helpless and half naked. You groaned, knowing it would only take about 2 minutes until he got back, but you were still not having it. As you tried to calm down you thought of Anthony being hard on stage right now, so you listened to the soft music playing the live show and you could swear his voice sounded a bit strained. You smirked knowingly and leaned back, simply waiting for him to get back and finish what you started.

Shape Of You

Title: Shape Of You

Author: @jensen-jarpad

Characters: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 816

Warnings: Cursing

Summary: Dean walks in on the reader having a private moment and he decides to talk to her about it.

A/N: This is my fic for Sam’s 700 Follower Celebration ( @riversong-sam ). My prompt was: Song: Shape Of You by Ed Sheeran; Quote: “Don’t be like that!”; and the pic by the end of the fic. Hope you guys like it.

Feedback is always appreciated! ❤


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anonymous asked:

You go on holiday abroad with all the members as friends for a vacation and photoshoots and fall in love with a member fluff plz

so I went with Wonwoo! ♥ lmao I didn’t feel like/didn’t want to specify where exactly this “abroad” is, so you can use your imagination, but fairly close to Korea either way.


When you had first head of the opportunity to join Seventeen on their trip abroad for a vacation that also included some photoshoots for their next album, you didn’t even have to think about your answer.

A trip with thirteen of your best friends? No one would be able to keep you from going.

The preparations were exciting, with your group chat being filled with “What are you taking with you?” and “Can you believe we’re leaving in two days?” instead of the usual bantering. Naturally that didn’t exactly disappear, either, but it was obviously overshadowed by the excitement for the trip.

When the day of the flight finally came, you met up with the boys and some of their staff members at the airport - you didn’t even have to ask them where they were, because if the familiar, bright hair of Joshua, Jihoon or Minghao didn’t catch your attention, the noisiness sure did. 

“Geez, you’re attracting everyone’s attention,” you said while laughing when you reached the boys, who just laughed at you, and some of them gave you quick, excited hugs. “If I didn’t know better, I’d guess this was your first trip overseas.”

“It’s as exciting every time as it was the first, you know,” Soonyoung said with a grin, and all the others agreed. You shrugged with a bright smile taking over your features.

“I guess that’s understandable,” you replied and looked around. “Are we going to check in soon?”

Vernon hummed to Check-In quietly while fiddling with his phone and Seungcheol joined him (you could barely stop yourself from joining in, too), whereas Seungkwan exchanged a few words with the staff members and turned to you. “We should move there now, yeah.”

So you did, and an hour or so later you were all boarding the plane, looking for your seats and putting your hand luggage up to the overhead locker with casual chattering, now noticeably quieter than at the airport. The flight wouldn’t be longer than four or five hours, you could recall, and you found yourself seated between Wonwoo and Jeonghan.

For most of the flight, you listened to music and stole glances at the book Wonwoo was reading. Jeonghan, on the other hand, was dozing off for… well, pretty much the whole flight, with his jacket spread over himself and his eye mask making sure he wasn’t disturbed by light. You looked at him every now and then, only to smile when you noticed that he was still sleeping.

When Wonwoo got a small box of candy from his pocket, he nudged you lightly and gave you a small smile when you took one of your earphones off and turned to look at him curiously. “Do you want some?”

“Oh, sure,” you said, still surprised, and stuck your hand forward so that Wonwoo could give you some of the candy. It wasn’t particularly sweet, but tasted good nevertheless. You smiled at him. “Thanks.”

He shook his head, his nose crinkling a little with the wideness of his smile, and put the box back into his pocket before returning to the book he was reading.

“I could’ve taken some, too,” Seungkwan muttered from his seat on the other side of the aisle, and got a chuckle from Wonwoo.

“I might give you some later if you behave well,” he said amusedly, and Seungkwan squinted almost dramatically.

“What do you mean ‘behave well’?” the younger one asked and leaned closer, only to get a quirked eyebrow from Wonwoo.

“You’ll see.”

The plane landed on time, and after you had all gotten your luggage, you moved to a bus that had been reserved for you well beforehand in order for you to get to the hotel. During the journey, Chan excitedly told you about his list of things he wanted to do during the trip, with Minghao occasionally commenting “I want to do that, too” and Seungcheol chipping in with a realistic “Remember that there might not be enough time for all of that.”

Chan nodded, and while he was still smiling brightly, it was obvious that he hadn’t taken into account how much time doing everything on the list would take. His voice was a mere mumble when he eyed his list. “I’ll have to choose the most important ones, then…”

The hotel was admittedly more extravagant than you had expected it to. It wasn’t quite a 5-star one, but it was so much more than you had imagined. Even the members were all in awe when you entered the lobby with your suitcases, meanwhile the staff members had content smiles on their faces - after all, they had known exactly what kind of a place they were headed to.

“This place looks really expensive,” you muttered, still incredibly amazed, and got agreeing hums from the members.

Mingyu whistled quietly. “Gotta be careful here, huh.”

The members laughed, but with how grand their surroundings were, the laughter wasn’t quite as explosive as it normally was. You got to the reception, where you were given your keys - and told that you and Wonwoo would be sharing a room.

“That’s gotta be a mistake,” you said, stunned, and looked at the details on the screen. The receptionist smiled politely.

“As you can see, it is not,” they said and showed the computer screen to you and the others. Wonwoo nodded slowly while you continued staring at the screen in disbelief.

“Well… it should be fine, right? It’s a twin room, anyway, and not a double,” he said calmly. Some of the other members were almost grinning at the situation, and you turned to face Wonwoo slowly.

“Are you sure? It won’t be weird or anything?” you asked unsurely and accepted your key from the receptionist with a quick “Thank you”, still looking at Wonwoo. He nodded.

“We’re friends, it shouldn’t be weird,” he said, and gave you a small smile. “Now come on and let’s let Seungkwan and Vernon get their key.”

“Those two should not be roomed together,” Joshua mumbled to himself, and you raised your eyebrow. He chuckled. “After Soonyoung and Seokmin, they’re the pair to get the most notifications about loud noise. It’s like they lose track of time.”

You nodded while laughing and looking at the two getting their key, who were glaring at Joshua. “We’re not that bad.”

“Y/N can be the judge of that, considering your room is next to ours,” Wonwoo said with a chuckle, and you grinned at Seungkwan and Vernon.

“You have a week to show that you’re not that bad,” you laughed, to which Seungkwan declared that the challenge had been accepted.

Little by little you began moving to your rooms, and Wonwoo let you into yours as well. The room, while simple, was also more sizeable than you had expected. Again, it wasn’t very big, but you had more room than you would’ve at a cheaper hotel.

“Your agency’s really overdone itself this time,” you said with a quiet chuckle as you got into the room and sat on one of the beds, pleasantly soft yet not too much so. Wonwoo shut the door and nodded with a small smile.

“I don’t think any of us were expecting this,” he admitted, and sat on the other bed. He sighed quietly. “I’m a bit tired.”

“I feel you,” you said and let out a yawn while looking at the clock on the wall. “It’s 10pm… you think we could sneak out of the group dinner and just grab something small from the store downstairs?”

Wonwoo grinned widely at your suggestion. “Leave it to me to talk us out of it.”

He left the room soon, and you lay down on the bed with your phone. Ten minutes or so later he returned, at first with a straight face, but it soon changed into a smile. “No group dinner for us, the manager was really understanding.”

“Yes!” you exclaimed in joy and got up from the bed in an instant, while Wonwoo laughed at you from the door. “So, snacks when they’ve left?”

And Wonwoo nodded.

When the others were leaving, Seungcheol still dropped by the door to make sure the two of you absolutely didn’t have the energy to come, and with how tired you were, it wasn’t a difficult task to show him just how awfully tired you were. So, the others left, and you and Wonwoo were free to go to the store downstairs to buy snacks and whatever nice you could find that would suppress your hunger enough.

And soon you were sitting on the bed Wonwoo had claimed, both dressed in your sleepwear and with a big bag of snacks and food between you.

“This was a great idea,” you said between bites of the bagel you had bought, and Wonwoo chuckled quietly while picking up another dried mango.

“It really was,” he said, his voice so soft that you couldn’t help but notice it. You moved your eyes from the food to him, and tilted your head a little, taking in how happy Wonwoo looked.

Then it hit you: during the time you had known Seventeen, you had not once been alone with Wonwoo the way you were now. And it was enjoyable, much more so than you could’ve imagined.

A small smile spread to your lips as you took another bite of your bagel.

You didn’t manage to finish all of the food, but neither of you minded: you just agreed that you could snack on it in the morning if you felt like it. 

It was a bit after midnight that the two of you were finally getting your blankets over yourselves and reaching for the lights on the wall. Happy smiles played on both of your lips when you said “Good night” in unison.

The week-long vacation proved out to be a lot more eventful than you had expected. You joined Seventeen on their photoshoots, ate meals with them and had an amazing time with all of your friends, but there was something - someone - that made you feel just a bit more excited than anything else.

Jeon Wonwoo.

It was like sharing a room with him had made you see him in a new light or something, even though he hadn’t really done anything out of the ordinary. He had simply been himself - his friendly, sweet, attractive self - and that was enough to give your heart some extra beats and make your cheeks gain color more often than usual.

On the fourth day of the trip, you were walking along a market street in the evening, and Wonwoo joined you out of the blue.

“What’s up?” he asked, his voice as low and husky as it always was, and you gave him a smile.

“I’m thinking about what to buy for my family,” you replied and looked at the booths around you, filled with small accessories, food and whatever you could think of. Wonwoo hummed in understanding with a soft smile spreading to his lips.

“Souvenirs, huh,” he noted, and you nodded. When he wrapped his arm around you, you couldn’t help but yelp - and blush when Wonwoo laughed. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” you said quickly and tried to tell your heart to just beat a little slower, which it naturally did not do. Instead, it continued the rapid hammering inside of your chest for a good while, and Wonwoo pulling you closer to himself didn’t really help it.

Eventually you managed to finally find something to your family, and it seemed like most of the others did, too. Or so you easily concluded from Seungkwan excitedly saying “I’m sure mom will like this,” and Mingyu running to you from a store, holding a small bag while yelling “Guys! I finally found something for my sister!”

You had dinner, and towards the end of the evening you and Wonwoo retreated to your room like you did every evening. You let out a sigh as you put your things down and got on the bed, lying down immediately - you were exhausted.

Wonwoo chuckled. “Are you not used to that much walking?”

You clicked your tongue and propped yourself up on your elbows. “Not so much the walking, but the fact that it’s almost 11pm and we left the hotel at 9 in the morning.”

“True,” he hummed and put his bags down, only keeping one on his lap as he dug through it. You lay down again and let out a long yawn. When he had found what he had been looking for, Wonwoo smiled to himself and stood up, moving to sit on the edge of your bed.

Your breath nearly hitched in your throat when Wonwoo reached for your hand and placed something on it. “I thought you’d like this.”

You sat up, and before looking at what was on your hand, you took a good look at Wonwoo, who was almost avoiding your gaze and whose cheeks were noticeably more colored than they were when you had gotten into the room, and you were certain it wasn’t just the fatigue.

When you looked at your palm, you were met with a beautiful, simple silver-colored bracelet. Your heart felt warm at the small heart-shaped details on it that you couldn’t see unless you got it really close to your eye. “You really didn’t have to.”

Wonwoo shook his head. “But I wanted to. I wanted to get you something nice, so I did.”

“Thank you,” you said softly and moved to sit next to Wonwoo on the edge of your bed, smiling. “I really like it. I’m sorry that I don’t have anything for you.”

“It’s fine,” he said with a soft chuckle. “I didn’t buy you that expecting to get anything in exchange, so don’t worry.”

You nodded slowly and leaned your head against Wonwoo’s shoulder. He hummed questioningly.

“Why do you have to be so nice?” you asked in a whisper, and Wonwoo chuckled as he leaned his head against yours.

“What do you mean?” he asked amusedly. You sighed.

“You’re just… I don’t even know how to describe it,” you said with a pout, and slowly lifted your face. Wonwoo looked down at you as well as he could from the odd angle before laughing and pulling a bit further away. You stared into his eyes, your heart fluttering because of the intense, deep gaze in them. “You have me weak.”

Wonwoo was silent for a while. He let your words sink in one by one, and eventually he gave you a warm smile while his hand found yours to hold. “I could say the same. For some reason you give me this fuzzy feeling even when you’ve just gotten out of bed with your hair pointing in all directions.”

You snorted at his comment, despite the rapid beating of your heart. “You make me feel that way even when you’ve got your hair up with a hair band and a face mask covering your face.”

He laughed and squeezed your hand. “You beat me.”

Another short moment of silence fell over you, and at the end of it you got yourself under Wonwoo’s right arm so that you could hug him while sitting next to him, and he wrapped his arm around you.

“So it’s okay if I kinda… think I might be falling for you? Like, it’s okay to say it?” you asked bluntly, your voice a bit shaky, and listened to Wonwoo’s heartbeat. It was amazing how it was about as quick as yours was.

Without giving it much thought, Wonwoo gave you a small peck on the top of your head. “It’s definitely okay, and I hope it’s okay for me to say that, too.”

You were about to answer him, and okay, maybe you were also about to give him a quick peck on his cheek, but either way, you were interrupted by a loud noise from the room next to yours, which effectively killed the mood.

“…I think I won the bet,” you said with a giggle, and Wonwoo nodded with an amused smile on his lips, too, while the noise kept going on. Seungkwan and Vernon were playing music that they sang loudly on top of, and by the sounds of it, they were probably also dancing, and definitely not in one place.

“You also lost one.” You looked at Wonwoo with a dumbfound expression, and he grinned so that his nose crinkled - your heart skipped a beat. “Remember a few years ago when you and Seungcheol had the debate on whether you’d be able to be friends with us for five years without falling for any of us, and you said you’d be able to go on for ten years without that? Well, look at you now.”

You blushed and pursed your lips. “…If we ever become, you know, more, do you think we could keep this lowkey for, let’s say, seven years?”

Wonwoo snorted. “No chance.”


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Klance - soulmate au (part 2)

Author’s notes:

  • Read part 1
  • Sooo, remember how I said I was gonna write part 2 if people wanted to read more? Yeah…. I may or may not have accidently written much more than that. There will be more info below, just know that the end of this part is not the end of the whole fanfic.
  • “Bold” texts are from Keith   |    “Normal” texts are from Shiro
  • Hover over the Spanish text for translations. Additional translations below in case you’re having problems with that.

“Sooo…” Lance cleared his throat awkwardly “This is…”

“Weird?” Keith suggested. He pushed the paper cup on the table in front of him from side to side.

“Yes. Definitely weird.” Lance agreed. “I mean… not bad weird, just… unexpected weird? New weird? Totally-not-planned-like-this weird?” He bit his lower lip and tugged on the sleeves of his jacket nervously.

This wasn’t going great. They had just sat down inside the Starbucks they had met in front of and he was already making a fool of himself. This was all a bit too much for him. They had wanted to meet for a while now but surely not like this! Not completely unplanned. It had thrown Lance off track and he had no idea how to turn this around. He kept fidgeting with his sleeves and licked his lips nervously. Keith just sat there completely silent and played around with his coffee cup. Great. 5 minutes in and Lance was already less interesting to the guy than a cup of stupid coffee. He was about to start a desperate conversation about the weather when the girl behind the counter called for him to pick up his order.

“Be right back,” he mumbled before he almost sprinted off.



Keith was panicking. Hard. This was all too much and too fast. He knew that due to being his soulmate he would probably feel some kind of attraction towards Lance right from the start. But he still hadn’t been prepared for his brain’s reaction when the most beautiful boy he had ever seen started to walk towards him in front of the coffee shop. It was like his mind had put out a sign saying ‘no coherent thoughts beyond this point’ and the stuff he found himself thinking now didn’t make any sense to him at all. It was a seemingly random stream of words that didn’t fit together at all. Something like ‘pretty…soft boy…run…RUN…marry…HIDE…HIDE RIGHT NOW…eyelashes…freckles…EVACUATE THE PREMISES…’

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I Can’t Love Her, She’s Not Mine to Love Anymore - Calum  Imagine

request; Could you do an imagine where Calums falling in love another band members girlfrend (or the girl who he wants back)?

sorry for the wait, anon. enjoy! :) oh and i also wrote it in his p.o.v. hope that’s okay. x


Tonight was the band’s last show of the year. We were all excited. The energy was out the roof. Everyone backstage was buzzing. I was sad that we were going to end the year already, but I was happy at the same time.

It was a few more minutes until we had to go on stage. The boys and I were getting ready, warming up a little before going on stage. I was more than excited. Nothing could make this night go wrong. At least that’s what I thought. That was before she came backstage to surprise Ashton, her boyfriend. Y/N didn’t just surprise Ashton, though. She surprised me as well.

“Y/N! Babe, what a great surprise!” Ashton says with such happiness as she walks to him.

“Hey! I thought I’d come surprise you on your guy’s last show.” Y/N explains. Then Ashton gives her a big hug.

After the hug they share a kiss. I couldn’t see them show that much affection so I turned around immediately. My happiness was slowly fading away.

“SHOW TIME BOYS!” One of the crew members yell with a big thumbs up.

Thank goodness it was time to play the show. I don’t think I’ll be able to handle seeing Y/N and Ashton together. I need my space from them. More from Y/N than anyone. What I’m feeling for her has to go away. The feelings that I feel once again should not be allowed. They aren’t allowed, but I feel something for her. She has a boyfriend now and it’s Ashton who is my best friend. I had to stop thinking about her. About my feelings. About the past. About everything. I have to admit that it is hard. This was a situation I didn’t want to be in. It’s horrible knowing that I’m in love with Y/N even if she’s dating Ash. What would happen to my friendship with him if he were to find out I was in love with his girlfriend? That’s terrifying to think about. I really need to stop thinking about all of this.

Tonight’s show was supposed to be the best night this year. This was our last concert of the year. The end of our tour. But I couldn’t enjoy it. My mind was on her. How could I ignore the thoughts of her if she was dancing and singing along to the songs we were playing in the front row. No matter how many times I looked away my eyes would wander back. I needed to stop looking her way. I needed to focus on playing instead. My mind needs to stay focused on playing and not on Y/N.

Half an hour later we end the last concert. The guys ran backstage still excited about the night. I, on the other hand, decided to walk as slowly as I could backstage for obvious reasons. Once I finally joined the rest of everybody I saw Ashton and Y/N together. They seemed so happy being together. The sight made me feel worse. I needed to get away so I walked passed everyone in the room and went out to the alley. As soon as I opened the door I let out a big sigh as I ran my fingers through my hair. How in the hell am I supposed to get over her? Why did I have to fall in love with her out of all the girls in the world, it had to be Y/N again. And now that she’s dating my best friend. This is just a disaster.

My phone was buzzing in my pants. I took it out to see what it was. There were messages from Luke, Michael, and Ashton asking where I had disappeared to. All I replied back with was ‘I’ll be there in a few minutes.’ I needed a few more minutes to clear m head even though I know that when I see her all the thoughts are going to rush back in.

“I thought I’d find you here.”

You know that phrase speaking of the devil? Well in my case it’s thinking if the devil.

“Hey.” Is the only thing I can think of saying.

“What are you doing back here?” Y/N asks walking closer to me.

I leaned against the rail and looked down, fumbling with my thumbs. It took me a while to answer her.

“I needed to clear my head. There’s a lot going on.”

I know she’s going to ask what it was that I had on my mind. But it was the truth. I felt like I could talk to her like we used to before. Even though everything running through my head involves her. She doesn’t know that though. And I hope she doesn’t find out.

“What could you possibly be thinking about to have you thinking so much on such a great night like tonight?”

She’s now standing next to me, but I keep my eyes down because I know that if I look into her eyes I might just tell her how I feel. That can’t happen. I had the chance to before and I didn’t take it. So now I’m fucked.

“A whole lot of things. I don’t know myself.”

“You’re lying to me, Hood. I know you know what you’re thinking about.” She pauses for a little then lowers her voice, “I saw you looking at me almost the entire concert..”

That got me to look at her. My eyes were wide. I didn’t know what to say. She caught me staring at her. This is bad.

There was a long pause between us. I was still nervous as fuck. Who knew what she was going to say.

“The way you were looking at me, it’s not okay.. You can’t loot at me like that anymore.”

I know I can’t look at her that way. I know that. But I can’t help myself from doing so. These feelings for Y/N are real. They always have been real. I was just stupid to let her go. That’s the stupidest thing I could have ever done yet I did it and now I’m here looking at her and regretting the day I let her go and didn’t tell her what I felt for her. What I still feel for her.


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Surprise Part 7

Summary :  You die while being on a mission with the team. At least , that’s what you thought. What happens when you suddenly wake up alive ? What do you do now? & how will the team handle the news after thinking you’ve been dead for months?

Warnings : swearing, angst, violence , fluff, semi smut!.

Pairing, (so far) : Avengers x reader, Steve Rogers x Reader

Chapter 6

Marvel Master List       Surprise Master List


                                                  Chapter 7


  Its been two weeks since that day . You spent a week unconscious, with an angry & worried Steve at your side the entire time . When you woke up, you watched as a few tears rolled from his cheeks, he gave you a light kiss on the forehead, then left the room . It was a silent, but warm  interaction, sadly it was the last warm moment you two had . Steve hasn’t spoken to you since .

 The team re located to the Avengers compound on the outskirts of the city after the attack on the tower.  The day after you woke up , you went right to work on practicing your powers ( against Bruce’s advice.)  The last week has been mostly you and Wanda, practicing outside & using the extremely spacious yard ( if you can call that much land a yard ) .

 " Again Y/n . Focus on throwing sparks at the balls I throw .“ Wanda directs, she tosses a small ball into the air once again, and you quickly try to aim your powers at it. This time you manage to successfully hit it, making it fizzle until it turned to black ash and fell to the ground.

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"Good!” she cheers ,clapping her hands together

“ Yeah Wan, real good. What was that one?  4 out of 50? " you sigh , dropping to sit in the grass . She follows, taking your hand in hers as she sits,

” You used a lot of force Y/n, you have more within you than  you know. Its not just going to do what you want when you aren’t even sure how to control it yet . I know its frustrating, but have patience with yourself. “

 I nod, leaning my head on her shoulder.

” So Steve hasn’t talked to you still? “

"  Not a word. ”

“He may not have anything to say , but I know you do . Make him listen Y/n . He cares for you , you didn’t see his face the day at the tower, it was almost as if I was   actually watching his heart break . He didn’t leave your side the entire week you were out. " 

Originally posted by elcapitan-rogers

Shes right, he may not want to talk , but he sure as hell can listen . You stand up, wiping the grass off myself.

” Youre right Wanda,  where-“

” His room . “  she answers with a wink . you smile at her before taking off back towards the compound .

 You don’t bother knocking on Steves door, opting for barging in . When his door swings open, his eyes shoot to yours but quickly fall back down to the book in his lap .

” I get it , your mad, or upset or whatever   and don’t want to talk to me; but I have a hell of a lot to say to you . “ your tone seems to get his attention, he marks his page before training his attention on you .I can do this, how hard can it be to yell at Captain America? Fuck.

 ” I did what I had to , and Id do it again . I didn’t know what would happen to me , but there were lives at risk ; lives of our own agents in that tower Steve. Was I suppose to just hop on the jet and leave them with the Hydra agents? Maybe if I didn’t have this… gift , I would have. I had the capability to do something, to save people  ; and I did . I will not ever apologize for making that decision ,and if you expect me to , then you aren’t the man I thought you were.  I am a part of this team now, I have the same responsibilities as you , and if you cant - “

” You were reckless, you think you know why I’m mad?  Your powers could of not only taken out those agents, but also our agents, and what if they sparked up to the jet ? To Tonys suit? You would have done a lot more damage than good  Y/n . You may be apart of this team, but you clearly don’t have the- “

Originally posted by stallingdemons

” Oh you’ve got to be kidding me Steve! I took a fucking chance, and it worked ! If I hadn’t people still would of died ! Cant you focus on the positive instead of the ’ what if’ ?! “ you bark at him  . You don’t know when, but sometime between the arguing Steve moved and is now right infront of you , angry eyes locked onto yours. 

 "  You should of got on the jet and-”

“ And played it safe Steve?   No fucking way . No one else on the team has a problem with this-”

“ No one else on the team is in love with you!” he blurts out . Your eyes widen, but then squint with anger .

“  You’re angry at me for saving lives, because you love me. ” You let out a dry laugh . “ Youre really something else Rogers. I never took you as a selfish prick . Youre mad I didn’t avoid a dangerous situation, a situation that if I ignored would of resulted in -”

“ I didn’t mean - i would never willingly put others lives at risk . The team isn’t as angry about what happen because they aren’t me Y/n , they aren’t me & you. That’s what i meant.” he sighs, his hand ghosts over your, but before he can make contact you step back .

“ Is this what its going to be like ?  You ignore me because you ‘love me’ , and i made a risky move? I would never treat you like this, regardless of what you do and how much i love you .  This -” you point between the two of you ,“ is not okay . Right now, we are not okay . I don’t want this, to have the thought of upsetting you hanging over my head everytime I’m in a dangerous situation .”

“ Y/n - ”

“ No Steve,i just - i cant. ”

“ I almost lost you , and  youre going to walk out on me? ” he asks, sadness and irony in his voice.

“ Learn to deal with the fact that I’m not always going to make rational decisions when it comes to saving people, and i wont have to walk away . ” you say over your shoulder before leaving his room .

Originally posted by fragileheartxxx

4 days later.

The team was able to sense the tension between me and Steve once again. You have avoided him since you left his room, avoided any and all chance of having to speak or see him . But today, you aren’t lucky enough to be able to do that anymore.

  As you walk into your room, you let out a loud yelp when you see Steve waiting on your bed .

“ Its not polite to scare a lady Steve.” you sigh , leaning against your doorway .

“ Its not polite to avoid others either .” he snaps . Touche .

“ Id appreciate if youd keep your comments to yourself until I’m finished saying what i need to .” he announces, looking to you for your agreement. You nod, signaling him to continue .

“ Being an avenger , living this life, means sometimes there isn’t time for rational choices ; you’re right  and id be a hypocrite to hold your actions against you any further. But  it doesn’t mean that your actions don’t effect others negatively.  I’ve lost a lot in my life Y/n , I’m not ready to lose you , again; not when i just got you back . ” He sighs, running his hands down his face. You can see how much he is struggling with this and a pang of guilt hits you . Damn it Steve.

 You move to sit next to him , taking his hand in yours .

“ I didn’t- i guess i didn’t exactly think of it that way . You still handled this like a complete dick though Steve. ”

 He lets out a laugh , squeezing my hand as he does.  “  You sent me through a complete wave of deja vu  that day ,ya know. Its like the day you died was slowly replaying  .”

“ I’m sorry i didn’t mean-”

“I know you didn’t . All you meant to do was keep people safe, even if it meant getting yourself hurt . I didn’t think it was possible to love & hate something about someone  ; that was until i met you and your damn selflessness. ”

“ I’m sorry , have you met yourself Steve? Your a walking poster for that, even more than i am . ” you snap , removing your hand from his .

“ You think it wasn’t hard having to watch all the times you through yourself infront of others before i died?  I dealt with it though , without making you feel like shit Steve. If you cant do the same-”

Steve cuts you off by placing his lips on yours . Before you can fall too deeply into it , you push yourself away  .

“ If you would let me apologize instead of butting in to yell at me thatd be great Y/n. ” he says with  a smile.

“ So you aren’t going to act like a dick next time i decide to blast my powers?”

“ ill try my best to deal with it .”

 You smile, pulling him back into a kiss . The kiss turns into more, keeping you and Steve in his bed throughout the rest of the day and night , until your body was completely worn out.

Originally posted by for-the-love-of-vampire-diaries

 You wake up with your legs tangled with Steves, and his arm slung over your bare waist.  His alarm begins blaring shortly after you wake, making Steve groan behind you .  Loud knocking startles both of you , making you clutch his blanket to your chest. His door swings open, revealing Sam and Bucky .

 " Looks like all is fine and Dandy in Captain Land. “ Sam says through his laughter.

” Does this mean we don’t have to run today ?“ Bucky asks .

” Give me 5 minutes.“ The two groan and Steve and disappear from the doorway .  You turn to him ,pouting out your lip ,

” Cant you skip running for one day !“ you ask . He laughs, moving to get out of his bed but you stop him with a had around his wrist. You tug him onto his back, crawling over him until your straddling his lap . His already hard cock nudging at your center makes you both let out low moans. You lean down, your hands on either side of his head , until your lips are hovering over his .

” Please Steve ?“ He leans up, connecting your lips in sweet kiss .

Originally posted by sensualkisses

In a flash , he flips you onto your back and hovers over you, his lips dive back down to meet  yours in a hot, needy kiss. You wrap your legs around his hips, gently rocking your hips up into his.

” Steve come-“

 at the sound of Sams voice, Steve wraps his arms around your waist and whips your both onto the floor and out of sight  . You know Sam probably saw a little too much skin from the two of you , but you cant help but laugh .

” Jesus, shut the damn door guys!“

” Youre the one that left it open before Bird boy! “ you shout .

Originally posted by horcrx-hunter

Steve gets up before you can protest, quickly grabbing his running clothes from his dresser.   He emerges from his bathroom fully dressed with a smirk . He walks over, bending and lifting your bridal style before tossing you back into his bed.

” You better be in this exact spot when i get back, understood?“  his tone playful, but commanding  . 

” Yes, Captain. “You send him a mock salute, blowing him a kiss as he leaves the room laughing. 

  You stay in Steves bed for a little while longer before FRIDAY calls to you

"Miss, there is a package being delivered that needs to be signed for . ”

“ Ugh , isn’t anyone else here to do it ?”

“ I’m afraid not miss, Everyone is either out running,on a mission or shopping. Besides Dr.Banner, he is resting and asked not to be bothered unless needed.” You grunt, rolling out of bed and slipping into a pair of Steves Sweats and a shirt. You drag yourself to the front door of the compound, swinging it open only to be met with searing pain being shot through you . Your body drops, your vision incredibly hazy . Who the hell just tazered me?  You look up , barely able to make out the face of a man with a disgusting smirk across his face.

“ Nice to finally meet you Y/n. " 

” Who are y-“  You try to raise yourself to your feet, before you can another set of pain waves through you , forcefully knocking you down with a loud cry , and into the arms of the mystery man. The volts going through you aren’t like your powers, these actually hurt . How is this possible?

The alarm starts blaring around the compound, signaling distress . You know the guys run around the compound, and hopefully they can hear the echoing alarm.

” Looks like its time to take this party elsewhere Dear.“

In the blink of an eye, youre no longer in the entry way of your home, but in a pristine white lab .

Originally posted by youdovethroughaholeintheuniverse

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Genesis | Chapter 1

[Prologue]

Twenty five weeks and three days - you’d never felt so exhausted, between work and taking care of everything in the house to prepare for the baby had taken its toll on you. Your body had changed in ways you could have never expected, the first sign was the obvious - you missed your period, you chalked it up to stress from the work load you’d taken on once your internship at a modeling agency started. When the doctor told you that you were in fact pregnant it took everything in you not to break whatever bit of sanity you had claim to - there was hesitation then acceptance. Telling your family had been harder than you had thought it would be, seeing the look of disappointment spread across the face of people you loved made your heart sink but the unwavering affection of your mother never ceased to amaze you. There was a period of time where they would consistently ask you to bring the father over so they could meet him, and once again the look of shame spread on face after face once they realized that he wouldn’t be around and you’d been knocked up by some guy who wanted nothing to do with you.

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Confused Papa // Min Yoongi

Originally posted by vminv

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary//Request: Anonymous said: Hi there! I was wondering if I could request some domestic Yoongi? I read a lot of great smut fics (yours included) but I’m really feeling gross and fluffy haha! I love your writing keep up the great work!

Your husband Yoongi takes a trip to the store with your 1 year old son and get’s a little confused when it comes to buying diapers!

Language Note: Yeobo = a term of endearment used usually between married couples. Translates as something like “honey” ^_^


Pushing the trolley-cart with your 1 year old son Shiwoo safely strapped in, Yoongi made his way down the supermarket aisles while doing the weekly grocery shop. Usually, it would have been you in place of him, but today you were currently attending a busy meeting at your company, so your lovely husband volunteered himself to do it for you seeing as it was his day off. “How hard could it be?” he thought while on his way to the store – just a 10 minute walk on foot from your house with Shiwoo cooing and laughing in his buggy, strolling along and having the time of his life with his Daddy.

“Okay…we got all of the food…now we just need to get your diapers and baby mush, little man” Yoongi reached into the baby seat in the trolley, ruffling Shiwoo’s thick, black hair and beaming down into his brown eyes that he often compared to as ‘huge saucers’ from his Mummy. Shiwoo gurgled back in delight, making incoherent sounds and words up into Yoongi’s face while grabbing his own toes and playing with them, making Yoongi’s heart swell in his chest as he turned the corner down into the baby aisle.

“This should only take us a few minutes, then we can go home and start making dinner for when Mummy gets back. You’ll help me, right Shiwoo?” Yoongi cooed, making kissy faces down into his son’s face and proceeding to engage in baby talk that no other person could understand unless they themselves were a parent also. Yoongi was under the impression that buying the necessary baby items would have been a piece of cake, but upon taking a closer look at all of the brands of diapers, he began to lose hope.

“What’s the difference between the pink ones and the blue ones? Is it stupidly gender related? But wait…why are there yellow ones too?” he said out loud, causing several passing mothers with their babies to look at him and giggle silently before going about their business. He took no notice however, being so engrossed in trying to figure out and remember which ones you usually bought. He stood up, pulling the shopping list out of his pocket and looked down to see just ‘diapers’ written underneath ‘pureed baby food – red jars’. He put his hand to the back of his neck, rubbing it while furrowing his eyebrows together. He had never even thought about having to decide between different brands – did Shiwoo need extra dryness protection? Or did he need longer lasting soft comfort? Did it matter what colour they were? Yoongi let out a disgruntled sigh, letting his jaw go slack while slightly pouting his lips together – the face he often made when he was frustrated or irritated; the face you so happened to fall in love with. He decided that enough was enough, pulling his phone out of his pocket and leaning over the handle of the trolley, letting Shiwoo play with his free hand as he dialled your number – praying that you would at least be out of the meeting by now.


“Thank you very much Mr. Tomille – I’ll be sure to send that email as soon as I get home! Have a safe journey” you waved your associate off as he got into his car with his assistant. It had been a long three hour meeting filled with headaches and lots of disagreements, but you really pulled through for your team and secured a great deal for your division – making you feel on top of the world as everyone congratulated you. You made your way back into your office, picking up your handbag and coat to walk out of the door, when you seen that you had 4 missed calls from Yoongi.

“Oh shit” you breathed out, feeling panic set in as you fumbled to call him back. Your mind immediately went to the worst possible thing that could have happened and believed it to be true as you heard the call pick up on the other end.

“Yeobo, are you okay? Is Shiwoo okay? What’s wrong?” you stammered, feeling your heart thump in your chest as you began quickly walking out the front door of your office building on to the street.

“Everything’s fine (Y/N), don’t worry. We’re still at the supermarket” you heard him say calmly along with the faint familiar sound of the bustling store in the background. You breathed a heavy sigh of relief, feeling the state of panic slowly departing from your body as you unlocked your car doors and got in to the drivers seat, taking your heels off and replacing them with flat shoes for driving.

“You’re still at the store? Why? Sorry for not answering you but I was still in the meeting.” You said as you hooked your Bluetooth piece to your ear and set the phone in the handset, hearing Shiwoo gurgling from the other side of the phone and smiling to yourself.

“Okay, this is gonna sound so stupid but what diapers am I supposed to get for our Shiwoo? There’s like, a billion different kinds here. Why are there so many?” he chuckled, making you laugh out loud at how cute your husband was. You imagined the look on his face upon being overwhelmed by so many diaper brands while he asked Shiwoo for his advice on which ones to get.

“Oh baby, I should have been more specific in my note. Get the ‘Huggies’ brand – the ‘extra dry more play’ box. They’re white with blue stripes on the edges. Can you see them?”

Yoongi looked around for a few seconds, before spying the correct box that was sitting in front of him the entire time as he looked back at Shiwoo who was as usual, giving him a beaming, gummy smile.

“I got them yeobo, thanks! Alright, we’re gonna finish up here and we should be home soon. Where are you?” he stood up, flinging the diapers into the trolley before reaching over to the other side of the aisle and grabbing the baby food.

“I’m on my way back now. See you at home?” you smiled, hearing Yoongi’s deep chuckle as you stopped at a red light, watching 5 or 6 school kids walking across the road on their way home from school. Your heart surged in your chest at the thought of having more babies with Yoongi and being able to watch them walking to and from school by themselves in the future that you almost began crying right then and there.

“Yeah, but don’t even think about starting dinner when you get in. Me and Shiwoo are making you jjigae tonight – so just put your feet up and be ready for our kisses when we get home” he said softly into the phone as he curled his finger underneath Shiwoo’s chin, tickling him and making him giggle. You took off again once the light turned green, smiling with gross, unbelievable endearment for your sweetheart of a husband as you nodded and shifted gears.

“Alright then, I’ll let you two boys do all the work then. I could get used to this you know” you replied playfully, hearing Yoongi giggle as he approached the checkout to pay for all the groceries.

“See you at home baby, I love you”.

I Forgot (Dean Winchester X Reader)

Dean wasn’t the best when it came to remembering things. It was normal for him to forget some things when he would run to the store for you or Sam to get things you needed, he’s forgotten both yours and Sam’s birthday, but he’s never ever forgotten your anniversary. And this very year, was the first year he did.

You woke up that morning, having a very relaxing and laid back day planned for both you and him, having a big surprise for him as well, but he just pushed it off, acting like it was a normal day. Your feelings were crushed, and you felt heartsick. That day, you barely left your room, leg alone bed, telling Dean that you just simply didn’t feel well. Dean shrugged, brushing it off of his shoulders and going to greet Sam for the morning, before walking out of your shared room, and seeing everything was completely dark.

Dean raised an eyebrow, before hearing the mellow flutter of wings from behind him. He turned around to see Castiel, holding a bag filled with all of your favorite things. “Cas, is everything okay?” Dean asked, before Castiel shook his head. “No,” his gruff voice growled “(Y/N) prayed to me, and she seemed very upset” Castiel reached into the bag, and rustled through a few items before pulling out a stuffed pink unicorn with big plastic eyes.

“I got her this strange animal to try and improve her from her current state of melancholy” he turned the stuffed animal towards him, then to Dean before your gentle footsteps emerged from the dimly lit corridor. You grabbed Castiel’s arm, before tugging him towards your bedroom, and slamming the door. Dean was utterly confused at your cold state towards him, not even flashing a cute smile like you always would, but instead, giving him a cold shoulder.

Dean quickly rushed to Sam’s room, loudly pounding his fist against the door, before a dazed Sam opened the door and groaned. “Dean? Shouldn’t you be with (Y/N)?” Sam rubbed his eyes gently, before Dean let out a groan. “She’s upset with me. I don’t understand why, I just woke up like 20 minutes ago, what could I have possibly done?!” He exclaimed, before Sam’s droopy eyes became ecstatic with pained realization. “Dean, you do know what today is, right?” Sam asked, before Dean scoffed.

“Yeah. It’s Tuesday”

Sam groaned before running his fingers through his nappy hair, and sighing. “It’s your anniversary with (Y/N), Dean!”. Dean’s blood quickly ran cold, as his whole body went numb.

“I forgot? But I never forget!” He exclaimed, before Sam frowned. “Well, seems like you forgot” he muttered, obviously annoyed at his brother for both upsetting you and waking him up. Dean sighed, before leaning against the frame of Sam’s door. “What do I do? She won’t even talk to me, let alone look at me” Dean uttered sadly, before Sam released a small breath before groaning. “Tell her how much she means to you, or maybe get her some things that will make her happy!” Sam suggested before Dean’s eyes widened, his mind filling with an idea he knew would be perfect. His delicate frown was replaced with a confident smile as he quickly hugged his younger brother, before quickly darting away from him, leaving Sam utterly confused.


“I just don’t understand, Castiel! I’ve been dating him for 5 years, and I was really looking forward to a good day today!” You weeped into one of your pillows, the salty tears staining the satin covers. Castiel sat upon the edge of your bed, holding a box of tissues that was almost empty due to your excessive use of the soft paper. “I’ve done everything with him! And then he forgets? What an-!”

“Assbutt?”

“Assbutt!” You shouted after Castiel, staring at your celestial best friend. Castiel cleared his throat, before gently shifting his body towards you, resting his warm hand upon yours.

“(Y/N), I don’t think Dean’s oblivion to remember your commemoration of meeting was intentional, I believe he actually failed to remember. Dean is very captivated by you, and it’s been very obvious with your affiliation with him” Castiel flaunted a quick smile before you let out a small giggle.

“Thank you, Castiel” you sat up from your mattress and hugged him, feeling him tense up as he always did when hugged, but quickly let himself relax, knowing how emotionally distressed you were, and how much you needed a hug. Your eyes rested upon the beaming television, not paying attention to the show playing, before releasing a mellow sigh.

Before you knew it, the door to your bedroom suddenly opened, revealing Dean whom was holding three plastic bags and lots of balloons. “Give us a minute, Cas?” The angel nodded, standing up and walking out of your bedroom, shutting the door. Dean smiled at you, slowly walking over to you before you scoffed and hopped out of your bed, trying to walk away from him.

“Come on, (Y/N)! I’m sorry!” He pled, throwing the objects onto your bed. You looked at his beautiful green eyes that were filled with dote, and were alluring you to look at him. “Dean, I’m not mad” you breathed, his slight frown turning into a big smile. “I’m just upset” you added. He frowned once more, before taking your small hands into his large calloused ones.

He looked into your eyes that were filled to the brim with tears, as he gently dragged his thumb over your smooth porcelain skin. “I know, I’m an ass for forgetting our anniversary,” he began “I know how much it means to you, and I really hope this makes up for it”.

Dean pulled a teddy bear from one of the bags, revealing a tiny card tapped to the bears little hand. He handed it to you, before you pushed the glittery flaps of the card open, revealing Dean’s sloppy handwriting, and a stick figure drawing of you and him, watching a sunset. You took a minute to read the card, before your eyes quickly darted at him.

You’re my beary best friend” you read aloud, before he smiled. “Do you like it?” He asked, his smile still plastered onto his porcelain face. “You put the wrong ‘you’re’ Dean. You used 'your’ instead of- it doesn’t matter” you shook off his incorrect grammar, before placing a small kiss onto his cheek.

He tried to reach over, and grab the candy-filled contents of the other bags, before you abruptly stopped him by placing your hand on his chest. “What are you doing? I got you 50 dollars worth of chocolate and gummy bears?” He asked before you chuckled. “Dean, I didn’t need a teddy bear, or a grammatically incorrect card, all I wanted was you” you said, causing his cheeks to be gently dusted with a soft red blush.

Dean pulled you into his arms, squeezing your body into his as you inhaled his cologne. You placed a kiss onto his lips, before he lifted you up into his arms, and pushed you against the wall. He began to kiss your neck, before you gasped, realizing you had forgotten about his gift. You hopped out of his arms, and began to rummage around your room, worried that you wouldn’t find it.

“Oh crap! Come on!” You groaned, slumping to the floor, frustrated that you couldn’t find his gift. He looked down at you, slumped against the bed before he sat next to you, and held your hand. “It’s okay, (Y/N). I don’t need anything. I got the best girl I could ever ask for, and that’s all I need” Dean said before you shifted your body to look at him. “Besides, what did you get me?” The curiosity of knowing consumed Dean, as you laughed and crossed your arms.

“A vintage Led Zeppelin vinyl, signed by all of the members” you trailed off into mumbles, before Dean shot up from being seated next to you, and pulled you up with him. “We are looking for that vinyl, even if we have to start a search party to find it!” He exclaimed, pulling the sheets off of your bed, and searching underneath all of the pillows.

As you watched him frantically searching the room, you got hit with realization of how lucky you were to be with him. Sure, he’s saved you countless times, but he loves you no matter what. You two have each other’s backs, and love each other dearly. You make memories everyday, and cheer one another up, and you were always displayed with how much you two need and love each other, and you were glad for the many more anniversaries to come.

Forgive Me

Originally posted by castiel-rising

Pairing: Sam x Reader, Dean x friend!Reader, Cas
Word count: 1,307
Warnings: Angst, death, swearing
A/N: Based on this prompt


Sitting at the simple tombstone that you’d bought for your boyfriend just one year before, your fingers slowly traced his name. Samuel Winchester. It still felt like yesterday, it still ached like you saw the life fade from his eyes moments before, and you had a feeling it always would.

“Thought I’d find you out here.” Came the low voice of Dean. You didn’t even look up, nodding slightly. “I know it still hurts. I’m still so sorry.” He said softly as he crouched next to you.

Finally, you looked up at him, pain and anger shining in your eyes. “I had no choice, Dean.” You reminded him. “I did what you couldn’t.”

Getting up, you walked back towards the bunker, leaves crunching under your feet. It was weird being back. You’d left the bunker a couple months after Sam’s death. You couldn’t be around Dean, you couldn’t sleep in the bed that you’d once shared with Sam, and you couldn’t walk through the halls that reminded you that you would never hear his laughter again.

Dean watched you go for a minute before taking a deep breath and looking at his brother’s tombstone. He’d had a hunter’s funeral, but you insisted he deserved this, too. Dean gave in, and helped you pay for it, both of you agreeing this was the best spot for it.

His green eyes looked around, noticing every little detail. “She hates me, ya know.” He sighed. “I don’t blame her. Not one bit.” Swallowing, he couldn’t believe he was talking to his brother’s ‘grave’. “It’s my fault she had to do what she did, Sammy. I broke her.”

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Burn, Baby Burn - Part 2/?


Summary: Every year you end up getting badly sunburnt and the team mercilessly teases you and this year is no exception. The only problem is, is that Bucky Barnes is now a part of the team, your best friend, and you ended up falling for his stupidly gorgeous face. Normally you can handle the team ragging on you with only a few grimaces but now, the last thing you want is Bucky seeing you made to seem like an idiot by the team. You decide to try and hide the fact that your entire back feels like a campfire is being built on it as you go through your daily life with the team to avoid them finding out but sometimes you just can’t hide things from your favourite soldier.  A/N: I’m so thankful to everyone who took the time out of their day to read Part 1 and now hopefully Part 2. I love feedback so if you have any critiques of my work then please tell me! Also, if you have any random questions for me, ask away! I love random questions!  Warnings: swearing, just a hint of angst?Word count: 1.2K

Originally posted by bovaria

       Waking up the next morning, you felt like a garbage truck had driven over your back. Silently cursing into your pillow like a sailor, you tried to breathe deeply and adjust in your bed but even slightly pulling the skin on your back left you whimpering. For what seemed like hours you just laid on your stomach in your bed debating whether or not it was worth it to get out of bed for the next week when a light knock came through your door.

“Y/N? C’mon get up! Training in 5 minutes!” Bucky’s voice came through your door. You held your breath, hoping that he would go away, but it seemed like Lady Luck had decided to fuck you over this morning. Silently groaning, you buried your face back into your pillow. The last thing you wanted to do right now was get thrown all over the training room by your dumbass super soldiers. Anything other than your regular routine though would raise suspicion and you were determined to not let the team know about your sunburn, which by the way, must have been made by Hell itself because HOLY SHIT DID IT HURT.

“Doll?”, Bucky’s voice came again, this time coloured by something you couldn’t bother trying to decipher this early in the morning. Turning your head to the side so he could hear you, you attempted to sound normal,

“Yeah I’m coming Buck!”, you called back to him, “I’ll meet you down there in 10!”. Lifting your head off your pillow you listened as Bucky shifted his weight back and forth in front of your door before finally replying, “Uh, okay doll…I’ll see you soon”. You waited for his footsteps to fade away down the hall before you hauled yourself into a sitting position. God how was it this painful? Slowly you stood up and walked around your room, gathering your workout gear. You glared at your sports bra, knowing that as soon as you put it on you would be cursing the gods of boob support and sunburns.

Taking a deep breath you paused outside the entrance to the training room. You couldn’t spar with Bucky like you usually did – any rough movement of your back and you knew you would be crying. “Okay, come on, don’t be a pussy. Suck it up, grow a pair and pray. Dear Lord, pray” you repeated. You would just have to do slow exercises, nothing that involved getting thrown around. Steeling yourself, you walked into the training room and immediately spotted Steve and Bucky playfully sparring. Watching Bucky fight, even play fighting always distracted you. The sight of his thick thighs and rippling shoulders always left your inner goddess limbering up in the corner of your mind, reviewing her Kuma Sutra book for something that you had been long convincing yourself wouldn’t come to fruition. Losing yourself in your R-rated fantasies you almost missed it when Bucky walked up to you with his 1000-watt smile, his arms reaching around to hug you with his usual morning greeting. You usually loved his hugs, any kind of physical contact with Bucky really, but honestly – if he touched your back, you knew he would at least notice your wincing, let alone the heat that you knew was rolling off your back. Quickly you smiled back at him but stepped out of reach when he got close enough to touch you. Bucky’s arms hung in mid-air before he slowly put it back down by his side, his eyes tightening as he looked at you, hurt clouding his face. Trying to distract him, you started walking towards the weights glancing back at Bucky, “You ready to train?”. You noticed Steve started walking towards both of you as Bucky just silently stared at you with his arms crossed, a small crease between his eyes. Sitting on the bench, adjusting the weight bar, you saw Steve looked at you before glancing back at Bucky who was still watching you.

“Are we not sparring Y/N? We always spar in the mornings.” He questioned. Looking up at him you could see the confusion on both the soldier’s faces but you just shook your head,

“No, I was just going to lift weights today, you know, change it up”, you replied, shrugging your shoulders with a smile, trying to seem nonchalant, but immediately you regretted it as a streak of fire licked up your spine and you had to bite your lip from cursing. Quickly you looked up at the two soldiers to see if they had noticed but Steve was already walking away towards the punching bags on the far wall, his back turned to you. Bucky on the other hand was still looking at you, confusion written across his features.

“You okay doll?”.

Goddammit, why did it have to be Bucky that was the observant one? You straightened up slightly and nodded, “Yeah, just go spar with Steve”. Laying down on the bench carefully, you adjusted your grip on the bar and lifted, hoping that your actions would be enough for Bucky to leave without asking any more questions. After a couple of seconds you turned your head and looked to see if Bucky was still there but luckily he had gone and started sparring with Steve like you had suggested.

The rest of training that morning went pretty much the same way. You lifted weights on one side of the training area while Bucky and Steve sparred on the other side. It was difficult, trying not to move your back too much but as far as you could tell, neither of the boys could tell anything was different, but your focus kept you from seeing the constant looks Bucky kept throwing your way, all of them either filled with confusion or concern. Putting the last of the weights away, you didn’t bother asking the boys if they were almost done; Steve and Bucky could go for hours sparring as they were the only ones that could really push each other physically. You were just leaving when you felt a stabbing pain in your shoulder, “SHIT! What the …?” you cried out while moving out of the way of whatever had touched you. Swinging around your eyes met blue and you froze. Bucky’s eyes were blown wide and shock covered his face, his hand frozen where it had been touching your shoulder a second ago. Panicking, you tried to think of an excuse that would cover up what you deemed was the biggest fuck up since Watergate. “S-sorry”, you half-chuckled, “guess my workout was harder than I thought?” God seriously? You were a fucking agent of SHIELD and you couldn’t lie better than that? Internally you rolled your eyes at yourself. This was not getting your ducks in a row, this was putting your ducks in a fucking wood chipper. You tried to smile at Bucky as you looked over his shoulder at Steve who had looked over at you when you had yelled. Shifting your weight you looked back at Bucky, “I’m done, so I’m just going to head for a shower. I’ll see you guys at breakfast!” you said to them as you backed out of the room, avoiding the eyes of both super soldiers.

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Easter drabble...

Just for fun here is a little MSR on what I would imagine is one of Dana Scully’s favorite holidays.

Happy Easter to those who celebrate and to everyone else have a fabulous Sunday!

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April 23, 2000

7:30am

“Are you sure you don’t want to join us today?” she said stretching her arms up toward the headboard with a long sigh.

“And intrude on sacred mother/daughter Easter traditions? Nah. A heathen like me would never.”

“Your family didn’t have any Easter traditions? Your mom was Christian right?”

“Episcopalian…non practicing. The bunny would bring us baskets full of treats when Samantha was with us… after she disappeared pretty much all traditions fell by the wayside.”

“I’m sorry, Mulder” Scully said burring her head into soft spot on his chest.

He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and gently began to stroke her hair. “What about you? Any childhood Easter traditions?”

Scully smiled at the pleasant memories that came to mind. “Dad… or I guess, the “Easter Bunny” would always hide eggs in the yard. Most of the families on base did the same thing. It sort of became a giant neighborhood hunt.”

“I bet you put your keen investigative skills to the test and always found the most eggs.”

She laughed. “Mulder, I was small, remember? Usually my brothers would run ahead of me and grab up all the eggs.”

He chuckled. “Bet you could kick their asses today.”

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Creepypasta #1023: Gamer

Length: Super long

You know that little boys aren’t supposed to go into strange rooms with men they just met, right? When I was ten, I knew this too, but I was a huge video game nerd. In the 1980’s, if you wanted to play video games, you had to go to the arcade in the mall.

The arcade had a wide array of video games in the lobby area. But the best games were hidden in a secret room at the back of the store. I had heard about it from other boys at school. They said that if you spent a lot of time (and quarters) playing video games on the main floor, the owner, Stanley, would take you into the backroom where the secret games were kept.

The guys said that Stanley got access to the arcade games months before they came out. It was also rumored that there were some games in the backroom that were too risqué for the main floor. Weird underground video games from Japan that involved sex and gore.

I had been coming to the arcade with my friends for over a month, but Stanley never showed any interest in me until I came by myself one day.

You have to understand that this was a safe, quaint college town in the 1980s. Things were different. Moms would drop their kids off at the mall, armed only with stern warnings about talking to strangers - and leave them there for hours. Everyone did this. It wasn’t neglectful.

I was playing Street Fighter when Stanley approached me. “You’ve spent a lot of time at that game.” I was a little shocked that he was right here. I had seen him around the store, but never this close. It was like seeing a celebrity in person for the first time. 

“Ya. I’ve almost gotten a high score three times.” 

He asked, “Do you want to play some other games in the back?”

And that was it.

It was like he had asked me if I wanted a million dollars. I backed away from my game (right in the middle of a hard level) and said, “Yes.” Right away. No hesitation. That’s how stupid I was.

As he led me back through the game room lobby, he asked, “Has anyone told you about the back room?” I didn’t want to get anyone in trouble for telling the secret. He promised that they wouldn’t get in trouble. He just needed to know who it was. I gave him Jonathan Blakely’s name.

When we entered the backroom, I felt a pang of disappointment. I quickly scanned the arcades along the wall, but didn’t see anything particularly salacious. A few older games. One or two that had recently broke and were removed from the game floor. There were three separate doors to some further rooms on the side. I guessed they might be bathrooms or an office area.

There was also another boy about my age in the room. He was playing one of the wild west shooter games. Stanley walked me over and introduced the boy as Ian. Ian greeted me with a casual “Hey” and a smile. He lowered his red plastic gun, looked at Stanley, and said “Now that there’s another kid, can we play that special game?” 

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Payback. /Jeff Hardy imagine

Summary: You get revenge on your boyfriend, Jeff, for dumping water on you. Then he gets revenge on you for getting revenge on him.

Rating: PG-13

Authors note: Perhaps a part 2 depending on how this one goes? Anyways, request are open!! I write for any superstar or diva of your choosing. Feedback is greatly appreciated.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit.” I kept repeating to myself as I ran down the hotel hallway, a can of silly string in my hand. I really don’t think I’ve ever been more scared in my life. I did a quick glance behind me, and seen my loving boyfriend of 3 years, running to kill me. He was covered from head to toe in bright blue silly string. Usually he wouldn’t be upset, but since he just got out of the shower and was getting dressed for a fan meet and greet, he was pretty pissed. You know what, let me go back to this morning and tell you how all of this came to play.

-Earlier today-

“Y/N!! Wake up! We have to be downstairs and meet up with Dean and Renee in an hour!” Jeff said, shaking me awake. “Baaaaaby, let me sleep. You kept me up all night.” I whined, turning my back towards him and burying my face deeper into the pillow. “If you’re not up in 5 minutes, a bucket of ice cold water is going to rain down upon you.” Jeff warned, crossing his arms. “I’m sure it will, babe.” I said sarcastically, knowing he wouldn’t dare do anything like that. Jeff just shrugged his shoulders, walking to get the ice bucket.

He opened the door, and made his way to the ice machine. “Whatcha doing, dude?” A familiar voice said behind him. He turned around and was faced with one of his close friends, Roman. “Y/N is refusing to wake up, so I’m going to pour some ice water on her.” Jeff replied, pushing the button on the ice machine. He looked down at the ice bucket as it filled about halfway up. Roman just laughed, shaking his head at the crazy man. “Dude, she’s going to absolutely kill you.” Jeff nodded at his response, and picked up the ice bucket. “I gave her a warning.” He implied, lifting his free hand up in defense. “Well it was really nice knowing you, man.” Roman joked, patting Jeff on the shoulder before turning around and walking away, leaving Jeff to his awaiting murder.

Jeff slide his key card into the door, and quietly opened in. He glanced at the bed, and seen that I was still sound asleep. Closing the door quietly, wincing when it made a loud creak, causing me to slightly shift in the bed. He made his way over to the sink, and filled the remaining space of the ice bucket with water. “I know I’m gonna die, but at least I lived a somewhat okay life.” He silently thought in his head. As he approached the bed, he gently pulled the blanket off of my torso, leaving me in just a black tank top. He took a deep breath, and turned the bucket upset down. The freezing cold water landed all over my chest, causing me to wake up rather quickly.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” I screamed loudly, kicking the rest of the covers off of my legs. “I told you to get up, my love.” He said nonchalantly, as if he didn’t do anything wrong. I jumped out of the bed, and stopped angrily to the bathroom. “You will rue this day, Hardy! Rue it! I will get you back!” I shouted at him as I slammed the bathroom door shut, and turned on the hot shower. Just then, there were two bangs on the wall in the hotel room beside ours. “Told ya, buddy!” Roman said through the wall, sending Jeff into a fit of laughter.

-Present time-

Understand now? He deserved it. I’m honestly surprised he didn’t see this coming considering Renee helped me pick out the color when we went to Target earlier today. What was I doing again? Oh yeah, running for my life. I quickly ran up to the elevator, frantically pushing the ‘up’ button. I kept and kept and kept slamming my finger into the button, and looking behind me for Jeff. He was just behind me, but all of a sudden, he was gone. That made me more scared than anything. The elevator door finally opened, and I quickly darted inside of it, pushing the ‘8th’ floor button. I was going to go hideout in Matt and Reby’s room. “Fuck, I hope Jeff didn’t take the stairs.” I said to myself, tapping my foot against the elevator floor impatiently.

The elevator dinged, signaling I was on the 8th floor. I darted out of the elevator, and went running down the hallway, almost tripping on my own two feet. “Reby! Matt! Reby! Matt!” I kept repeating as my hands were banging on the door. I continued to look from side to side for Jeff, but there was no sight of him. After what seemed like 45 minutes, I heard someone on the other side of the door twist the lock on the door to unlock it. A sense of relief washed through me as I thought I was safe. The door opened slowly, and can you guess who was standing there?

It was Jeff. It looked like he cleaned up a bit, which was good. There wasn’t as much silly string on him as before. He was standing there smiling, knowing he finally caught me. My eyes went wide, and I dropped the can of silly string. I turned around to try and make a run for it, but he pulled my arm and picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder. “Oh no no no, little missy. You’re not going anywhere.” He said, shutting the door to his traitor of a brothers room. “You’re fucked!” I heard Matt yell as the door closed, sighing because I knew he was right.

Jeff began walking down the hallway to the elevator, his right arm was wrapped around my hips as I was still on his shoulder. After all that running, I’m way to lazy to try and get out of it. He won, and that was that. “So princess, you do know that you’re so in for it when we get back to the room, right?” Jeff finally broke the silence as he stood there waiting for the elevator to come up. I nodded my head, “Actually we have a meet and greet, so ha!” Jeff chucked slightly, stepping into the elevator and finally putting me back on my own two feet.

As the elevator door closed, Jeff pushed me to the elevator wall. Grabbing both of my hands and pinning them above me. Oh god, it’s rough Jeff tonight. I absolutely love rough Jeff, but lord knows I won’t be walking tomorrow. He leaned down, and whispered into my ear, “Meet and greet isn’t until 7. I have plenty of time to do what I want with you.” He pressed his body closer to mine, as he began to place sloppy wet kisses on my neck. A few seconds later, the elevator dinged once more. Jeff pulled me out of the elevator and lead me down to our hotel room. I knew I was about to be punished for what I did, but damn. I couldn’t wait.