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Anything For You

((A/N: So I had to edit some of the request a bit to make it work and not be a two-parter, I hope Anon doesn’t mind too much. But mutant reader is always a fun one, so I don’t mind. It’s also my first go as writing for Logan, so be gentle!

Request:

Can I get a Logan x (mutant)Reader, where the reader thinks that Logan hates her since he’s always so rude and gruff and yells at her during missions, so she keeps her distance from him, eventually deciding to leave the X-men. And then when Logan realizes that she left, and why she left, he goes to get her and bring her back home? Lots of angst, then ending in fluff? Fighting and love confessions? Could you make it work? Or is it too much?? Sorry to be a bother!

Pairing: Logan x mutant!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Language, clearly. ))

“Really? You thought just shootin’ shit with electricity was the solution here?” Wolverine’s voice had risen to an unreasonable decibel level as he got closer, claws withdrawn but still clearly defensive.

Your eyes narrowed, fists clenched, “It was the only option! Iceman was out of the way and Shadowcat was already intangible, no one would get hurt!” Your own voice had risen to match his, stepping closer and closing the little gap that was left.

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Crowd Pleaser (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Re Post

A/N: I’m sure some of you remember that i posted this story a while back, but for some reason it got taken down and I have no idea why. I’m not sure what happened to it, other than each time i tried to search for it, it never popped up on my master list or tumblr. :( Well I did some digging in my computer and I found it! I hope you guys don’t mind but I revised it a bit for the better haha! Enjoy! - Delilah

Crowd Pleaser: At one of Tony’s fabulous parties, you get drunk as a skunk and decide to twerk on Bucky Barnes after being persuaded by the team.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol. Dirty dancing. 


Tony’s parties were always not your forte. 

You preferred getting drunk with Wanda and Nat in the safety of the common room, far away from any of the super uppity rich people Tony Stark invited. Most of the men spent their time ogling at Natasha, often causing the woman to resort to giving death threats. Even Wanda had her fair share of entitled perverts stalking her every now and then.

You, however, rarely got hit on when it came down to it. There are a couple men here and there, but none ever tried anything drastic. You figured it was because you weren’t as attractive as the other two women. We’re you too tall? Were you too shy? You had no idea. Maybe it was because during every party, you tended to stick with the guys.

You were always with either Sam or Clint. The two always made your night better with their humor. There was never a dull moment with those those guys.

Sometimes, you’d find yourself with Steve and Bucky. That was, until they became bombarded with women. The last time it happened, you had to practically drag the two away from the swarm of crazed women. What was it about those damn super soldiers? The chicks went practically crazy over them.

Nevertheless, you were going to at least try and have a good time tonight. Sam had given you shot after shot of all types of alcohol, which had no effect on you because of your healing powers.

But when Thor arrived at the party with his mischievous brother, Loki, you knew something was bound to happen.

You’ve only met the guy once and that was in 2012, when he nearly killed all of New York. So of course, you and everyone else was going to be a bit wary of the man.

Thor was dressed in usual Asgardian attire, whereas Loki was in a simple, sleek black suit. At least one of them had taste. After making their way through the guests and introducing themselves, they made their way to the three of you.

“Ah, lady Y/N!” Thor exclaimed, nodding at the shot glass in your hand. “I see you have finally decided to discover the wonders of midgardian mead!”

“Actually,” Sam interrupted. “Y/N here can’t get drunk off of this stuff. Her liver heals too fast.” You scoff and elbow him in the ribs.

“If I may,” Loki says, his dark eyes burning into yours as he smoothly reached into his suit pocket. “I believe this should suffice your needs, Lady Y/N.” The flask in his hand is barely the size of a coin purse, but you already knew what it was.

You narrowed your eyes at the man suspiciously. You didn’t trust him at all. What if it was poison? There’s no telling what this guy was capable of. After all, he tried to kill you once before, why wouldn’t he finish the job, right?

Peering between the brothers, you heard Thor clear his throat awkwardly and snatch the flask.

“Forgive my brother,” he says, pouring some of the liquid into his own drink. “He can be a bit…intimidating.”

“Intimidating?” You scoff, glancing between the two men. The last thing you were was intimidated by Loki and you intended to show him that.

A look of horror spread onto both the God’s faces as you snatched the flask from Thor’s hand and downed the entire flask in a long gulp.

You were positive this wasn’t going to do anything to you. You’ve consumed bottles and bottles of alcohol before and not once did you even get a slight buzz. This wasn’t going to scare you.

This was a piece of cake.


You were drunk as hell.

Everyone who came near you instantly knew it, too. Vision sensed your slowed heartbeat and (not understanding what being intoxicated was) immediately called Bruce for help. He was convinced you were dying, to which Bruce calmly explained what the effects of alcohol were.

Natasha was currently preoccupied by fending off the perverted men from Wanda, having no clue what was going to happen in a few minutes. Had she been in your presence, you were a hundred percent positive that things would not have turned out the way they did.

You were in the corner of the party with the four men. The small stool you were seated in made small squeaks as you rapidly spun in circles, belting out the lyrics to the Beyoncé song playing.

“How in the seven kingdoms is she still alive?” Loki questioned, staring at you with wide eyes as you spun faster.

“Man, I don’t even know. But it got the job done, am I right?” Sam cackled, giving Clint a high five. They finally accomplished their mission, to get you completely shitfaced. And they would never let you live this down.

“Relax, your highness,” Clint chimed in, taking a swig of his own beer. “She needs to let loose every once in awhile anyways.”

“WE WOKE UP IN THE KITCHEN SAYIN’ HOW THE HELL DID THIS SHIT HAPPEN, BABY!”

You belted out lyric after lyric at the top of your lungs, causing a few people to turn around and stare at you. Some even sang along with you, which made all four of the men erupt in laughter.

“I wanna dance!” You slurred, reaching out and grabbing ahold of Clint’s arm.

“Sorry, hun, but I don’t dance.” He replied, patting your head gently. You frowned and turned to Sam, who gave you a similar speech.

“Perhaps the Captain would favor a dance?” Thor asked, smiling encouragingly. Your eyes found themselves on Steve and Bucky across the room. They were both laughing, completely lost in their own world.

“You know what,” Sam chimed in, placing a hand on your shoulder. His eyes were set afar, his mouth in a mischievous smile. “I bet Bucky would really like to dance. Steve said he used to love it back in the day.”

“Yeah, Y/N!” Tony wrapped an arm around your shoulder, a devilish smirk on his lips.

When the hell did he even get there?

“I think you should show Barnes the modern version of dancing. What do ya say, kiddo?”

“Modern version?” You giggle. “Like what? Salsa?”

This earns a couple of giggles from the other two men. It even managed to get a laugh from Thor.

“Nah, something along the lines of…I don’t know…krumping?”

You grimace. There’s no way in hell you were doing that in front of everyone. You didn’t want to die of humiliation.

“You know,” Clint chimes in. “I heard Barnes was an ass man.” You can’t fight the drunken snicker that comes from you. You knew what it mean of course, but the image of Bucky staring at someone’s butt made the entire thing hilarious to you.

“I bet he would absolutely love the art of twerking!” Tony exclaims, helping you off the stool and onto your feet.

“You think so?” You ask before letting out a drunken hiccup. The three men nodded their heads furiously, whereas Thor and Loki glanced at the four of you questioningly.

“Forgive me,” Loki chimed in, a confused frown on his face. “But what is this so called…twerking?” Thor nodded as well, eager to learn as well.

“Y/N is about to give you two a magnificicent demonstration,” Tony called over his shoulder as he lead you towards the two super soldiers.

You both walked until you were standing behind Bucky.

“Alright,” he whispered into your ear. “Go get em, tiger!” 

With that, he patted your head and jogged back to the group of men.

Without thinking, you stood beside the two men, smiling innocently. They didn’t notice you at first, but when they did, they both turned to you.

“Hey, Y/N,” Steve greeted, flashing you a welcoming smile.

You gave him a small wave. You didn’t want to speak, he’d instantly know you were drunk if you did. So instead of speaking, you just turned to the brown haired man. Bucky smiled politely and gave you a small nod.

Turning your head, you could see the guys giving you encouraging smiles. This was way harder than you thought it would be.

“Bucky, come dance with me?” You ask, sounding surprisingly sober. His eyebrows raised at your question. He hadn’t danced since over seventy years ago.

“Uh, I’m not very good, Y/N.” He replied, looking back at the crowd of people dancing. Steve let out a loud snort, one that made the two of you turn to him.

“Buck, you were the dancing king back in the day. Get out there and have some fun!” Before the man could protest, Steve grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him out onto the dance floor.

It was all a great idea until you realized that you had absolutely no idea how to slow dance. Wrapping your arms around Bucky’s neck, you glanced up at him sheepishly.

“I have no idea how to do this,” you admitted, a small hiccup escaped your mouth. Bucky’s eyebrows raised once again.

“Well you’re not alone, sweetie,” he chuckles. “I haven’t done this in seventy years. We can just wing it.”

The two of you danced in silence, enjoying the music. Looking back at the guys, you spotted them watching you intently. All of them were there, except for Tony. You frowned as you tried to locate him in the crowd of people. Did he abandon you?

Suddenly, the music stopped.

“Alright party people!” Tony’s voice blared through the speakers. “Let’s kick this party up a notch!”

The sound of Ginuwine’s Pony blared through the speakers, causing you to laugh hysterically. Leave it to Tony Stark to pick the raunchiest song. Boy, you were going to regret this in the morning.

Without another word, you unwrapped your hands from Bucky’s neck and gave the guys a small thumbs up. You turned around and began bouncing your ass on Bucky’s crotch.

You could hear Sam and Clint practically howling from laughter over the music. Steve was still at the bar, his glass of beer had fallen out of his hand and shattered onto the floor. Thor looked like he was generally amused, clapping along to the song with a smile. However, Loki covering his mouth with his hand, stifling his laughter.

“Go Y/N! Go Y/N! Go Y/N!” Tony began chanting into the microphone, causing the rest of the party goers to glance at you. They formed a small crowd around the two of you and began chanting along with Tony.

You’ve never seen Bucky so shocked. He didn’t know whether to run or stay, leaving him standing there behind you, your ass grinding on his crotch repeatedly. You knew he was secretly enjoying it, despite all the people shouting at him to dance. This was absolutely not what he thought you had in mind when you said you wanted to dance. It did amaze him how good you were at uh…dancing.

Bucky felt himself blushing as the people cheered you on. Was this something that happened at parties nowadays? If someone did this in the 40’s, everyone would have heart attacks. He could just imagine his mother’s disappointed face.

As much as he didn’t like being the center of attention, he figured he might as well go along with it. What did have to lose, right? The small crowd of people began cheering wildly and chanting his name when he placed his hands on your hips and began moving his hips in time with yours. A grin spread on his face as you peered over your shoulder and winked at him.

Yeah, he could get used to modern dancing.

-Fin ❤

Sassy!Stark Part 5

Pairing: dad!Tony x daughter!reader, Nat, Steve

Warnings: Some angst and swear words (it me people)

Word count: 2,724

A/N: Thanks to @fandommaniacx for helping me out with this - it took me a good while to write, but it’s here now! I hope you all enjoy it! 

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 6 - Part 7

Originally posted by bridgetjonesbaby


No text, no apology, nothing. Jim had stood you up without any explanation. You felt like an utter fool, as the waitress walked over to your table with yet another free drink, a sympathetic smile playing on her lips.

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The Picture-Perfect Date

Follow-up to Only In The Movies. A date between Spencer x Reader that’s super cheesy and they both embarrass themselves…like in the movies XD @coveofmemories

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The case was finally over. You were on your way home. “So, kid,” Morgan started, turning toward Reid, “You kissed Y/N when she was mad? Rookie move.”

“I know nothing!” he replied, eliciting a laugh from everyone on the jet, including yourself. “I am clueless when it comes to women, what can I tell you.”

Hotch hung his head in his hand, laughing as the plane started to descend back toward the BAU. On your way to the airport, you’d both decided to go on a date as soon as you got back. “For the record, kissing a woman when she’s mad only works in the movies,” he said.

“Don’t worry,” you replied, waving his statement away with a flick of your wrist. “We’ve already been over that. But to continue the cheesy movie theme, we’re going bowling when we get back, specifically because we both suck at it, so it should be funny.”

Spencer remembered the last time he went bowling. He was a teenager and his fingers got stuck in the ball, causing him to fly halfway down the lane. “I am absolutely awful,” he said.

“And on this date, he can give me a proper kiss, instead of an angry one,” you laughed. If he wasn’t so socially awkward when it came to women, that angry kiss would’ve made you angry, but he literally had no clue, which is why you’d let it slide. Plus, he had amazingly soft lips and you wanted to kiss them again.

Morgan claimed he’d never been bowling, so after refusing to tell them what bowling alley you were going to, you told them you’d have to go as a group at some point. You’d pay to watch Morgan bowl. Apparently, he felt the same way.  More specifically, he wanted to watch Reid mess up. “Absolutely not,” Reid exclaimed, waving his finger in front of Morgan’s face. “You are not coming to the bowling alley. This is a date and you are not invited.”

“Next time,” Emily said from the seat behind Spencer. “We have to go bowling at some point. And I’ll bring popcorn so we can watch Spencer fall down.”

Spencer cut his eyes at her as she sat back down, ready for it to just be the two of you. “You all suck.”

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After ditching the rest of the team, you and Spencer headed off to the nearest bowling alley. “We have to try different size balls so we can figure out what works the best for our fingers,” you said, getting confused when Spencer started laughing. “What’s so funny?”

“I know nothing about sexual innuendos, but that definitely sounded like one to me,” he said, picking up the 11-pound ball and testing it out. The 7-pound ball was too small, the 11-pound, like Spence had was too heavy, so finally you decided on the 9-pound one. “That looks like a kid’s ball.”

“Shut up,” you laughed. “I’m going to kick your ass.”

“Bring it.”

After bowling two rounds with both of you sucking, Spencer went to grab you both some crappy beer and cheap pizza. “Oh my god, this is deliciously disgusting,” you muttered, as the steaming hot cheese pulled from the slice you were eating and fell onto your shirt. 

“Nice,” he laughed, forgetting that he had tipped the beer glass toward his mouth which caused him to spill beer all over himself. 

The beer you were drinking almost came out of your nose when he spilled his own on himself. “Ha! Amazing, now I look like a pig and you smell like crappy beer. Let’s get back to it, so I can kick your ass.”

As Spencer picked up the ball, throwing it underhand down the lane. He accidentally stepped on the lane itself so his feet flew out from under him. At that point, beer actually did come out of your nose while Spencer just stayed on the floor laughing. “At least that wasn’t as bad as the last time I went bowling,” he said.

“Oh, you have to tell me what happened last time,” you insisted, biting into another molten hot piece of pizza. 

He shook his head as he walked back toward you, pointing towards the stain on your shirt. “Made you look!” he laughed. “And I’ll never tell.”

The rest of the game went off as both of you thought it would. You’d assumed you’d barely break 100, which was about right. Spencer got 114 and you got 123. “So even though we both suck, I still won, which means I’m better than you are!” you singsonged. 

“Rematch,” he insisted, grabbing another beer. He’d spilled more of it on him than he actually drank. Just as the next game started, Spencer picked up his ball and swung it backwards, but instead of throwing it forward, it slipped out of his hand, flying backward into the machine where you’d programmed your names in. Immediately, you both gasped, wondering if he’d broken the machine, but you checked it - it was fine.

“Is that what happened the last time you went bowling?” you asked. You were determined to get that out of him tonight. That and a proper kiss were your goals for the evening. “Come on, tell me!”

The second game was even worse than the first. Almost every turn resulted in the two of you throwing gutter balls and bowling impossible-to-complete splits. 
“You wanna head out after this? We can go to a bar and get better beer if you want.”

“That sounds good. Only two more turns each,” he replied. He was in the lead, which he was getting cocky about, so you playfully smacked him in the back of the head. 

Through some miracle, Spencer bowled a strike and then you bowled a gutter ball. 

Final turn. 

Once again, Spencer bowled a strike; then he hit six pins. It was your final turn. Without looking, you picked up the ball and swung it forward - really far forward. In your haste, you’d picked up the wrong ball. The holes for your fingers were too small so they got stuck and you fell over into the lane. “Oh my god!” Spencer screamed with laughter, doubling over in pain. “That was what happened to me when I went bowling last time!”

As you lay on the floor laughing, Spencer came over to kneel by your side in front of the lane. “You okay?” he asked as he bent down.

“Yea, I’m good.” He leaned his head into yours, his lips brushing lightly over your cheek on the way to your lips. “Is this the proper kiss I’m getting?”

He muttered yes against your lips before colliding them with yours. They were just as soft as you’d remembered from earlier in the week.

“Now that was the perfect kiss,” you whispered.

Mine (Joji)

Anon Request: Could u do an imagine where reader isn’t dating joji but he gets jealous of her hanging around and laughing at other people’s jokes then just grabs her by the waist and whispers “mine"


Y/N’s POV
I somehow heard a knock on the door over the sound of everyone’s chatter and the soft sound of the music, someone else was waiting to get in. Great. Not that I didn’t like people, I was social and actually enjoyed the company, but the place was getting crowded enough. I opened the door, a smile spread across my face. His black hair was somewhat covering his face as he stared down at his phone, as he looked up, his eyes beamed, a smile spreading across his face. He looked good despite me not seeing him for a few weeks. I expanded my arms out, letting him embrace me as he buried his face into the crook of my neck.

“Hey, Joji.” I said, still smiling.

I considered Joji my closest friend up until a few weeks ago when he randomly stopped coming over and communicating with me altogether. There was an incident that occurred at a friends house party where someone had drunkenly put him on blast, claiming that he had a crush on me, and feeling embarrassed and awkward, he kept his distance thinking that maybe I didn’t feel that way about him but it ‘wouldn’t hurt to take precautionary measures’…and I did feel that way, but I knew that he didn’t, which is obviously why he kept his distance in the first place. He pulled away from the hug rather quickly, which of course left me red-faced and a bit ashamed. I let him in and shut the door behind us.

“You look nice.” he said looking around, seeing nothing but groups of people, “This place looks different, you remodeled?”

“Nah, I just moved the furniture around a little bit. I needed a change.” I answered.

He nodded, uncomfortably standing there. I offered him beer, to which he followed me into the kitchen to receive. I took one out of the fridge for him, handing it over, he spoke, “Do you think we can talk? I have some stuff I wanna get out of the way…”

“Uh, yeah, we can go-“ I said before I was interrupted by Henry, one of my friends, calling me from the living room.

“You gotta see this!” Henry laughed over the music and everyone’s constant rapid talking. I excused myself politely and went over to Henry who showed me a video of some sort of meme. I couldn’t help but laugh and roll my eyes at him. Soon enough, I had forgotten about George who was in the kitchen still rummaging the cabinets for more alcohol. I danced around with several people, feeling great, singing along and laughing all through the night. Deciding to take a break, I went into my room to change out of my top. It was soaked in sweat and beer so I went with something a little more revealing around my cleavage area and my stomach just for fun. Walking out into the hallway, I saw Joji leaning against the wall.

“Hey, George. You okay?” I asked, “Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Uh, sure. You’re looking a little…revealing.” he pointed out bluntly.

“It’s hot in here.” I answered shrugging.

He walked off, taking a giant gulp of his drink. Maybe he still felt awkward…and that made me feel like shit. It was probably best to forget about him the way I saw him, so that’s what I focused on doing. I drank more, circling myself with my friends as everyone else danced. I laughed at the weird shit they tried pulling and the jokes they told. Catching my breath, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see a guy that was invited by one of my friends, she was trying to set me up. Since I wanted to forget about Joji as much as I could, I started chatting the guy up. Lightly touching his arm every now and then, giggling at his little antics. I could see George behind the guy, glaring over at us as he clenched his jaw. I paid no mind to him, focusing on the guy again. A few minutes passed by and the guy leaned in to my ear to to tell me something, I couldn’t hear him over the music blaring louder than before. I noticed George throw his cup somewhere and angrily lumbered over to us. He yanked me by my wrist, pulling me into his chest. Smelling his scent I shut my eyes, I missed him more than I thought I did. Although I was confused, I didn’t mind it. Trying to get over Joji would be a challenge. I opened my eyes and processed what was going on.

“What are you doing?” I asked harshly, pushing away from him as I realized what a dick-move that was. He disappears for weeks after denying his feelings for me, treating it as some kind of joke, making me feel like a complete idiot for feeling the way I do about him and now here he was cock blocking. Joji clutched me by the waste, pulling me in close, joining our bodies together.

“Mine.” he whispered into my ear in a gravelly voice, “All mine.”

His hand resting just above my butt as I felt his lips nip at my neck, working their way to my lips. His free hand cupped my face. Joji looked me in the eyes, searching my face with his eyes, as if trying to assure me everything was okay. He tilted his head lower, hesitating. I grabbed his face in my hands and pressed my lips to his hungrily. Everything around us felt like it disappeared, even that stupid guy who was hitting on me. I wanted George, I’ve always wanted George, and now that our feelings for each other were reciprocated, I didn’t have to hide that anymore.

“All yours.” I smiled as he leaned his forehead against mine.

Crowd Pleaser (Bucky Barnes x Reader) P❤

Crowd Pleaser: At one of Tony’s fabulous parties, you get drunk as a skunk and decide to have some fun with Bucky Barnes after being persuaded by the team. A/N: I was DYING while writing this! 😭I’ve always wondered how Bucky would react in this scenario! I hope y'all are ready! (Pls excuse any misspellings I get too excited when writing!) If you’re not familiar with the song, the link is here: https://youtu.be/lbnoG2dsUk0 -Delilah ❤❤ Warnings: Swearing. Alcohol. Dirty dancing. Tony’s parties were always not your forte. You preferred getting drunk with Wanda and Nat in the safety of the common room, far away from any of the super uppity rich people Tony Stark invited. Most of the men spent their time ogling at Natasha, often causing the woman to resort to giving death threats. Even Wanda had her fair share of entitled perverts stalking her every now and then. You, however, rarely got hit on when it came down to it. There are a couple men here and there, but none ever tried anything drastic. You figured it was because you weren’t as attractive as the other two women. We’re you too tall? Were you too shy? You had no idea. Maybe it was because during every party, you tended to stick with the guys. You were always with either Sam or Clint. The two always made your night better with their humor. There was never a dull moment with those those guys. Sometimes, you’d find yourself with Steve and Bucky. That was, until they became bombarded with women. The last time it happened, you had to practically drag the two away from the swarm of lusting women. What was it about those damn super soldiers? The chicks went practically crazy over them. Nevertheless, you were going to at least try and have a good time tonight. Sam had given you shot after shot of all types of alcohol, which had no effect on you because of your healing powers. But when Thor arrived at the party with his mischievous brother, Loki, you knew something was bound to happen. You’ve only met the guy once and that was in 2012, when he nearly killed all of New York. So of course, you and everyone else was going to be a bit wary of the man. Thor was dressed in usual Asgardian attire, whereas Loki was in a simple sleek black suit. At least one of them had taste. After making their way through the guests, introducing themselves, they made their way to the three of you. “Ah, lady Y/N!” Thor exclaimed, nodding at the shot glass in your hand. “I see you have finally decided to join the wonders of midgardian mead!” “Actually,” Sam interrupted. “Y/N here can’t get drunk off of this stuff. Her liver heals too fast.” You scoff and elbow him in the ribs. “If I may,” Loki says, his dark eyes burning into yours as he smoothly reached into his suit pocket. “I believe this should suffice your needs, Lady Y/N.” The flask in his hand is barely the size of a coin purse, but you already knew what it was. You narrowed your eyes at the man suspiciously. You didn’t trust him at all. What if it was poison? There’s no telling what this guy was capable of. After all, he tried to kill you once before, why wouldn’t he finish the job, right? Peering between the brothers, you heard Thor clear his throat awkwardly and snatch the flask. “Forgive my brother,” he says, pouring some of the liquid into his own drink. “He can be a bit…intimidating.” “Intimidating?” You scoff, glancing between the two men. The last thing you were was intimidated by Loki and you intended to show him that. A look of horror spread onto both the God’s faces as you snatched the flask from Thor’s hand and downed the entire flask in a long gulp. You were positive this wasn’t going to do anything to you. You’ve consumed bottles and bottles of alcohol before and not once did you even get a slight buzz. This wasn’t going to scare you. This was a piece of cake. xxxxxxxxxxxx You were drunk as hell. Everyone who came near you instantly knew it, too. Vision sensed your slowed heartbeat and (not understanding what being intoxicated was) immediately called Bruce for help. He was convinced you were dying, to which Bruce calmly explained what the effects of alcohol were. Natasha was currently preoccupied by fending off the perverted men from Wanda, having no clue what was going to happen in a few minutes. Had she have been there, you were a hundred percent positive that things would not have turned out the way they did. You were in the corner of the party with the four men. The small stool you were seated in made small squeaks as you rapidly spun in circles, belting out the lyrics to the Beyoncé song playing. “How in the seven kingdoms is she still alive?” Loki questioned, staring at you with wide eyes as you spun faster. “Man, I don’t even know. But it’s funny as hell!” Sam cackled, giving Clint a high five. They finally accomplished their mission, to get you completely shitfaced. And they would never let you live this down. “Relax, your highness,” Clint chimed in, taking a swig of his own beer. “She needs to let loose every once in awhile anyways.” “WE WOKE UP IN THE KITCHEN SAYIN’ HOW THE HELL DID THIS SHIT HAPPEN, BABY!” You belted out lyric after lyric. A few people turned around and stared at you. Some even sang along with you, which made all three of the men erupt in laughter. “I wanna dance!” You slurred, reaching out and grabbing ahold of Clint’s arm. “Sorry, hun, but I don’t dance.” He replied, patting your head gently. You frowned and turned to Sam, who gave you a similar speech. “Perhaps the Captain would favor a dance?” Thor asked, smiling encouragingly. Your eyes found themselves on Steve and Bucky across the room. They were both laughing, completely lost in their own world. “You know what,” Sam chimed in, placing a hand on your shoulder. His eyes were set afar, his mouth in a mischievous smile. “I bet Bucky would really like to dance. Steve said he used to love it back in the day!” “Yeah, Y/N!” Tony wraps a hand around your shoulder, a devilish smirk on his lips. When the hell did he even get there? “I think you should show Barnes the modern version of dancing. What do ya say, kiddo?” “Modern version?” You giggle. “Like what? Salsa?” This earns a couple of giggles from the other two men. It even managed to get a laugh from Thor. “Nah, something along the lines of…I don’t know…krumping?” You grimace. There’s no way in hell you were doing that in front of everyone. You didn’t want to die of humiliation. “You know,” Clint chimes in. “I heard Barnes was an ass man.” You can’t fight the drunken snicker that comes from you. You knew what it mean of course, but the image of Bucky staring at someone’s butt made the entire thing hilarious to you. “I bet he would absolutely LOVE the art of twerking!” Tony exclaims, helping you off the stool and onto your feet. “You think so?” You ask before letting out a drunken hiccup. The three men nodded their heads furiously, whereas Thor and Loki glanced at the four of you questioningly. “Forgive me,” Loki chimed in, a confused frown on his face. “But what is this so called…twerking?” Thor nodded as well, eager to learn as well. “Y/N is about to give you two a magnificicent demonstration,” Tony called over his shoulder as he lead you towards the two super soldiers. You both walked until you were standing behind Bucky. “Alright,” he whispered into your ear. “Go get em’, tiger!” With that, he patted your head and jogged back to the group of men. Without thinking, you stood beside the two men, smiling innocently. They didn’t notice you at first, but when they did, they both turned to you. “Hey, Y/N,” Steve greeted, flashing you a smile. You gave him a small wave. You didn’t want to speak, he’d instantly know you were drunk if you did. Bucky smiled politely and gave you a small nod. Turning your head, you could see the guys giving you encouraging smiles. This was way harder than you thought it would be. “Bucky, come dance with me?” You ask, sounding surprisingly sober. His eyebrows raised at your question. He hadn’t danced since over seventy years ago. “Uh, I’m not very good, Y/N.” He replied, looking back at the crowd of people dancing. Steve let out a loud snort, one that made the two of you turn to him. “Buck, you were the dancing king back in the day. Get out there and have some fun!” Before the brown haired man could protest, Steve grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him out onto the dance floor. It was all a great idea until you realized that you had absolutely no idea how to slow dance. Wrapping your arms around Bucky’s neck, you glanced up at him sheepishly. “I have no idea how to do this,” you admitted, a small hiccup escaped your mouth. Bucky’s eyebrows raised once again. “Well you’re not alone, sweetie,” he chuckles. “I haven’t done this in seventy years. We can just wing it.” The two of you danced in silence, enjoying the music. Looking back at the guys, you spotted them watching you intently. All of them were there, except for Tony. You frowned as you tried to locate him in the crowd of people. Did he abandon you? Suddenly, the music stopped. “Alright party people!” Tony’s voice blared through the speakers. “Let’s kick this party up a notch!” The sound of Ginuwine’s Pony blared through the speakers, causing you to laugh hysterically. Leave it to Tony Stark to pick the raunchiest song. Boy, you were going to regret this in the morning. Without another word, you unwrapped your hands from Bucky’s neck and gave the guys a small thumbs up. You turned around and began bouncing your ass on Bucky’s crotch. You could hear Sam and Clint practically howling from laughter over the music. Steve was still at the bar, his glass of beer had fallen out of his hand and shattered onto the floor. Thor looked like he was generally amused, clapping along to the song with a smile. However, Loki covering his mouth with his hand, stifling his laughter. “Go Y/N! Go Y/N! Go Y/N!” Tony began chanting into the microphone, causing the rest of the party goers to glance at you. They formed a small crowd around the two of you and began chanting along with Tony. You’ve never seen Bucky so shocked. He didn’t know whether to run or stay, leaving him standing there behind you, your ass grinding on his crotch repeatedly. You knew he was secretly enjoying it, despite all the people shouting at him to dance. This was absolutely not what he thought you had in mind when you said you wanted to dance. It did amaze him how good you were at uh…dancing. Bucky felt himself blushing as the people cheered you on. Was this something that happened at parties nowadays? If someone did this in the 40’s, everyone would have heart attacks. He could just imagine his mother’s disappointed face. As much as he didn’t like being the center of attention, he figured he might as well go along with it What did have to lose, right? When he placed his hands on your hips, the crowd began cheering wildly and chanting his name. He grinned as you peered over your shoulder and winked, circling your hips in time with his. Yeah, he could get used to modern dancing. -Fin ❤

Baby It’s Cold Outside

Request: Hi Kristi! I adore your blog! It’s so amazing! Could you please please please make a one shot with Damon where he says “Baby it’s cold outside” and you end up having sex in front of the fireplace? Thank you!!! – Anon

Pairings: Damon x Reader

Warnings: smut

Word Count: 2701

Christmas is around the corner so… oh, and, I kinda changed it so you’re the one saying “Baby, it’s cold outside” since he does’t really get that cold anyway.

(gifs not mine, credits to owners)

“Damon, baby, let’s decorate please it’s December 1st.” You pouted as you rolled around the bed, looking up at him. “Okay, why don’t you ask your lady friends to do that?” He asked. You pouted. “Please don’t give me that look.” He said and knelt down. You hung your head to the edge of the bed and pouted even more. “Pwease.” You murmured and he sighed, nodding. He kissed you and stood up again.

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Busted (Joe Sugg Imagine)

Warning: a bit smut going on, but nothing too explicit

Request: Can you do one where you and joe have sex at his dad’s house and his dad finds out 

I changed it a bit, but it’s kinda the same but with a different setting. Hope that’s okay :)

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You closed your eyes and smiled as the sun touched your skin and made it warm. It was January in Los Angeles so it almost felt like fall feels back in England. You, your boyfriend Joe and his two best friends Caspar and Oli had travelled to Los Angeles for a little getaway. You stayed in a beautiful mansion in Calabasas with a view over the ocean and a heated pool. It was perfect for a nice little holiday. Right now you were seated outside by the pool in one of the chairs and was just enjoying how quiet and nice there was out here. It was hard finding a quiet place with three hyper boys in the house, so it was nice to get to relax in quiet out by the pool.

“And Y/N is out here getting her tan on. Is it nice out here babe?” someone suddenly said and you opened your eyes and saw Joe walk towards you with his vlogging camera filming you. You nodded with a smile as Joe took place in the chair beside you. Joe always vlogged when he was away on holiday and so did Oli and Caspar, and since you and Joe had been together for 3 years, you were kind of getting used to always having cameras around.

“Oh it is really nice out here, isn’t it?” Joe said and laid back in his chair.

“It’s like fall in England,” you said and Joe nodded before putting his camera down.

“What are the other boys doing?” you asked as Joe took your hand in his and kissed it.

“They drove with Sawyer out to get some more beers, I think,” Joe answered and you shook your head with a laugh.

“You drink way too many beers,” you laughed and Joe smiled proudly.

“ We’re quite cool, aren’t we?” Joe said with a smirk and you nodded.

“Totally,” you answered sarcastically with made Joe chuckle.

“Actually, I have an idea since we’re alone,” Joe said as he intertwined his fingers with yours. You looked at him and you instantly knew he was being dirty minded.

“Where do you wanna have sex this time?” you asked which made Joe burst into laughter.

“You make me sound like a nymphomaniac,” Joe laughed and you couldn’t help but laugh either.

“Actually I would just like to please my lady in the bedroom,” Joe said in a formal voice, which made you look at him with a disgusted face.

“Only if you stop phrasing it like that,” you said and Joe chuckled.

“Let’s go,” Joe said with a smirk as he stood up and pulled you after him. You couldn’t help but smile. You had been here for 3 days and you and Joe had never really gotten a moment alone together, to it would be nice to be together without anyone interrupting.
Joe led you to your shared bedroom and closed the door behind him. He put his lips passionately on yours as you made your way towards the bed. He pulled your top off revealing your bra which also quickly landed on the floor a long with your pants as well. Joe pushed you on the bed which made you smile at him, and he threw his shirt on the floor. His naked body turned you on even more, and you pulled his face to yours so you could kiss him again. You were both quickly naked and Joe began doing his thing which made you moan in pleasure. Since you were alone in the house and up in the mountains no one could hear you anyways, so why not?
Joe started of slowly before thrusting into you in a fast tempo, which made you moan even more. Suddenly you heard something from outside the room and Joe stopped his movements. You looked at each other with a horrified look.

“GUYS IM STILL HERE. JUST SO YOU KNOW!” Caspar suddenly yelled from outside the door and you could feel yourself blush. You covered your mouth in embarrassment before you and Joe bursted into laughter. You had never been busted before and you felt so embarrassed.

“I can never leave this room again,” you said which made both of you laugh even more.

“Well, that was a buzzkill,” Joe said before he fell down beside you.

“Totally not in the mood anymore,” you said, still red in your face. It was so embarrassing. You could not imagine anything worse than someone walking in on you having sex.

“At least it wasn’t any of our parents,” Joe said, whilst you were still just laying in bed looking up at the white ceiling.

“Yes omg. That would be even worse,” you answered and you looked at each other before you started laughing again.

“Let’s get dressed and face Caspar before the others get back and hear about it,” Joe said before he stood up from the bed, still naked. You couldn’t help but laugh again. The whole situation was somehow funny. You could still feel your cheeks being red as you took your clothes back on and prepared yourself to face Caspar. This would not be anything else than embarrassing. That you were sure of.

Winchester Sister- Family

Note: Y/M/N = Your Mum’s Name

You were sat on the train, your backpack securely between your feet filled with a Hunter’s bare necessities. You had your headphones in, loud enough to drown the outside world but not loud enough to drown your own. The train swayed you slightly from side to side as you stared out of the window. Your fingers absentmindedly stroking the spine of your Mothers journal.
She died almost a year ago, a Hell Hound ripped apart her body like it was just another meal before your very eyes. You tried to intervene, of course you did, but it was after your Mum and not you. It left you with a long claw mark down the length of your dominant arm. It was now a scar: a reminder.

Resting underneath the journal was a book you found in your school library. When the orphanage took you in you moved schools also and spent most of your time in the library. One book in particular caught your attention: Supernatural: Volume 1 by Chuck Shurely.
The fact that you were a Hunter intrigued you at first, but when you read the blurb you were confused more than anything.

It described two Hunters by the names of Sam and Dean Winchester.
Before she died, your Mum told you of your father -John Winchester- and his two sons Sam and Dean. She said how John didn’t even know you existed and it was best to keep it that way. You didn’t question her, your Mother was always right.
So now you were on the way to the house of Chuck Shurely- prepared for almost anything.


“Who the hell are you?” A somewhat tall man with curly brown hair and a tired expression mumbled as he opened the door.
“Chuck Shurley?” You asked, ignoring his question.
“Who wants to know?” He frowned.
“I do.” You rolled your eyes.
“Okay…why?” He looked exhausted.
“I want to know why you’ve been writing about Sam and Dean Winchester. These are real people.” You demanded. To be honest, you had no idea of they were real or not, for all you knew it was just a story your Mum told you to keep you quiet.
“Uh…” He mumbled, unsure of what to say next. In one quick motion you slammed him against the wall and held your hand round his neck. “I want answers.” You hissed.

“Okay okay! Come on in, just, don’t hurt me, okay?” He looked genuinely frightened and you couldn’t help but smirk as you brushed past him and into the house.

It was a nice size, not too big and not too small. Everything was mostly tidy except for one small corner. A desk, littered with paper and coffee stains stood proudly and well used, a laptop was opened up and three empty mugs of coffee were surrounding the monitor. “So, you know Sam and Dean?” He asked.
“Yes.” You lied.
“Maybe I should call them…” he mumbled, reaching for his phone.
You watched as he took a sip of his fourth beverage.
“Hey, Sam…yeah…listen, I’ve got some kid at my door who claims to know you and she’s demanded to know why I’ve got a book series about your lives…I don’t know…okay…see you soon.” He put his phone down and glanced over to you, you were scanning his book shelf, all of his books were in order and pristine condition.

“They’re on their way…look, will you at least tell me your name?”

“It’s Y/N.” You mumbled, not looking away from the books.

In less than three hours there was a knock at the door. You looked up from your phone, pausing your music and taking out your headphones.

Two tall and muscular men walked in. One had broad shoulders, slightly longer brown locks, and soft eyes. The other had deep green eyes and shorter more spiked hair of the same hazel brown. They both had very similar dress sense: tartan shirts, jackets, jeans, and combat boots. Much like your outfit you noticed.

They looked you up and down, confusion spreading across their faces.
“Okay,” began the taller one “what’s happening here exactly?”
“I don’t really know.” Chuck admitted angrily, glaring at you.
“Well, we sure as hell don’t know you.” The shorter one declared, frowning suspiciously at you. “Yeah you don’t. And technically I don’t know you.” You agreed.
“So you lied to me!” Chuck cried out in frustration.
“People do that: welcome to the real world.” You huffed.

“So what exactly do you want?” The taller one asked.
“Answers.” You shrugged.
“Oh, do you hear that, Sam? The kid wants answers!” The shorter one -Dean, it had to be Dean- scoffed.
“I’m not a kid!” You spat.
“How old are you?” Sam asked.
“Sixteen.” You say.
“And you hunt?” Chuck interrogated.
“Yeah, problem?” You raise an eyebrow at him.

“You say you want answers, so ask some questions.” Sam dared.

“Okay, do either of you know who Y/M/N is?” You ask.
They share a look before shaking their head “Should we?” Dean asked.
“I guess not,” you sighed “she knew John Winchester though.”
“What’s your point?”
“She’s my Mum and John Winchester is my Dad. I’m your sister.”


You were sat in the hospital waiting for the results. After hours of you sitting in almost silence and watching the brothers argue you piped up with the idea of taking a blood test. You were almost amazed no one had thought of it sooner.

The Doctor walked in and the three of you stood up at exactly the same time. She smiled slightly at the sight. “Well?” Sam encouraged.

The Doctor nodded “She’s definitely family.”

Dean looked unsure of how to feel and Sam looked nothing but smug. You didn’t know how to feel. You’d always known you another family but you guess you’d had never had it scientifically confirmed or anything. Suddenly it felt so much more…real

You drove back to the sound of Dean’s music- you didn’t know whether you liked it or not at this point. 
Sam turned it down and swiveled slightly in his chair to face you. “So, you hunt right?” He asked, you caught Dean’s glance of disapproval in the rear-view mirror.
“Don’t look at me like that, I bet you were hunting at my age.” You huffed.

“That’s not the point, we were brought up differently.” He raised his eyebrows at you.

“Firstly, you don’t know that and secondly, be thankful you don’t have to teach me anything.” You smiled sarcastically.

“You’re not hunting, Y/N.” Dean tutted.

“Watch me.” You dared, leaning in in your seat.

Sam watched you two back and forth with amusement more than anything. Dean did a double take at Sam’s smile and frowned “What’s so funny?”

“You two, you’re already brother and sister.” He giggled and you couldn’t help but do so to.

“I’ve never had any siblings, this is how it’s done, right?” You ask jokingly.

“Oh yeah, you’ve got it.” He chuckled.

Dean was half way between smiling and frowning, still unsure of where to go with the situation.

When you arrived at what they called the Bunker you were more than excited, but you dimmed it a little in front of them. “This place is huge!” You cry, amazed at the sight.

“I thought you’d like it.” Sam grinned.

“Seriously, you could house half a city in here!” 

Dean laughed, maybe he’d let the whole no-hunting thing go for now. “Well,” Dean declared “I’m starving, takeaway?” He suggested.

“Sounds good, you okay with that, Y/N?” Sam turned to you.

“Yeah, i’ll eat anything.” You shrug.

When Dean left you saw your chance to ask Sam a few things “Hey, Sam?” You pipe up after having jogged round the house, exploring it’s hallways and many rooms, you were now hovering in the doorway of his room.

“Yeah?” He answered but his eyes never left his laptop screen.

“You guys are gonna let me hunt, right?” You frown.

He sighed, leaning back against the headboard and closing his laptop. You didn’t move.

“I don’t know…” 

You waited for him to elaborate.

“I don’t wanna see you get hurt, but you claim to know how to hunt so-”

“I can look after myself, my Mum was a good hunter and she trained me well. I know what I’m doing.” You say firmly and proudly.

He smiled, maybe even proud himself “Okay, I’ll think about it and talk to Dean tomorrow. Let’s just have a quiet night for now though, yeah?” He offered.

“Okay…thank you.” You smiled.

After a few seconds of silence you heard the door go and Dean call out “Food’s here!”

You spin round and follow the hallway to the main room. “Do you guys never get lost in here?” You mumble, checking your phone.

He chuckled lightly, unpacking the food “Nah, you get used to it pretty quickly.” He handed you your food and you thanked him before following Sam to the sofa. He flicked through the channels “You wanna watch anything?”

You shook your head “I never really watch TV, just put anything on.” You shrug.

Dean handed Sam a beer before seating himself to the right of you, Sam on the left. After an hour of a programme called Doctor Sexy, which you found a mixture of amusing and odd, you decided to hit the hay.

You cleared your stuff away in the kitchen  before mumbling a “Good night.” To your brothers.

“Night, Y/N.” Sam smiled.

“Don’t get lost!” Dean winked and you laughed.

“I’m not making any promises.” You retorted, heading round the corner to the room Sam had showed you.

It was nice and spacious, a little deprived of items and personalisation but you could soon change that. It had a bed in the right hand corner, a double bed you noticed, the covers were blue and checked-homely. There was a large wardrobe with a mirror to the left and a chest of draws by the door. You emptied your backpack and put away your things, keeping your gun in your bedside draw and clutching your Mum’s Hunting journal as the peacefulness of sleep dragged you away from reality.

Be My Valentine, You Nerd.

Dean unexpectedly meets his Valentine (Cas) while doing laundry in his dorm. 2.4k (ao3)


If Dean had a choice of activities to do on the night before Valentine’s Day, doing his laundry would not be one them. But here he is, wandering down the stairs of his dorm to the laundry room in his pajamas like the loser he is. It’s not like he has anything better to do. He bought two cases of beer a few hours ago at the store after class, treated himself to a nice big hamburger for dinner and drowned away his lonely sorrows.

Okay, maybe it wasn’t that bad, but it still sucked.

He didn’t mind not being in a relationship or having a Valentine or whatever, but it would be nice to get laid or go to party on a Friday night. He was a college student, Friday nights weren’t meant for doing laundry at midnight in your pajamas. But all of his friends were out with their significant others, probably getting laid and being all mushy. Gross.

His only hope right now is that the laundry room is empty and no one is in there to view his miserable self.

Though as always, Dean never gets exactly what he wants.

He stops dead in his tracks when he enters the laundry room. Of course he’s not alone, and of course the only other person there with him has to be some reincarnation of a greek god. This guy, whoever the fuck he is, shouldn’t be this gorgeous. Not when he’s wearing blue pajama pants with fucking bees on them, a bright yellow t-shirt and looking like he just rolled out of bed five minutes ago.  But he is and when his strikingly blue eyes meet Dean’s, he almost gives Dean a coronary.

Thankfully, Dean recovers modestly well.

He beelines over to one of the washers - as far away from Mr. Sexy as he can and starts to stuff his clothes unceremoniously into the washer, not daring to look up. He hears the guy shuffling around the linoleum floor, and almost jumps out of his skin when he feels a hand touch his shoulder.

“Would it be alright if I used some of your detergent? I forgot mine.”

Dean looks up, deer caught in headlights, and freezes, all the letters and their millions of combinations vanishing from his head in one single instant. If this guy’s eyes were blue from far away, they are an ocean up close.

“Uhhhhhhhhh,” Dean stutters. “Sure.”

Dean pulls his large jug of soap out of his bag and hands it to him.

“Thank you,” the man says, lips twitching up into a smile. He walks back over to the machine and and starts spinning off the lid.

“What’s your name?” He asks.

“Dean, yours?” Dean manages to say. He thanks whatever deity high up in the sky that even if he cannot remember all the words in the English language, that he can at least remember his name.

“Castiel, it’s nice to meet you,” he answers.

Dean looks up and smiles. “Yeah, it’s nice to meet you too.”

An awkward pause follows, where Dean finds himself staring at Castiel and Castiel staring at him, not knowing what to say.

“So uh, why aren’t you out doing something fun tonight?” Dean asks. He has to know. Surely a guy this good looking has to be dating someone.

“Well, I had a lot of homework this weekend and I figured I should get started earlier,” Castiel states, plain as day and Dean almost gapes at him.

“Yeah? I mean it is Valentine’s Day it’s just kinda surprising you’re not with your girlfriend or something.”

That gets a chuckle out of Castiel who actually stops throwing his clothes into the washer and fixes Dean with an amused gaze. “I don’t like girls and don’t you think the whole Valentine’s Day tradition is a bit overrated?”

“Oh,” Dean says, taken aback. “I guess it is.”

He doesn’t say much, but his mind is screaming hallelujah in the form of “HE LIKES GUYS!!!”

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Overwatch Roommates AU: Coexisting (1/3)

Modern Roommates Au inspired by this post By @madame-lacroix

Featuring Gabriel Reyes and Amelie Lacroix.  

Hints of Reaper76, mainly WidowTracer.

Part 2 ->
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“Ah…Mama…si….si pero uno momento…ay Ame!”

Amelie barely had time to drop the stack of books in her hands to catch the phone that was hurled at her from across the room, she hissed as some of the said books landed on her foot but she caught it and promptly flipped her new roommate off as he laughed and smooched at her.

Phone in hand, she cleared her throat and put on her thickest accent in her sweetest voice,”Bonjour Madam Reyes~”

Gabriel rolled his eyes into the sun as his mother on the other end of the phone squealed with joy,”Mija! Mi corezon it’s so good to hear your voice again”

Pushing aside the pile of clothes she was supposed to put away from the small couch, she flopped into it, readjusting the cell phone from one side to the other, deeming it now as break time.

“Good to hear you too, I’ve missed you”

“Ame’ I heard what happened. I’m so sorry are you alright?”

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Cat Scratch Fever

Request:Can you write something where the reader and Dean are dating but the reader had a cat named Boo and Dean thinks the reader loves Boo more than him because Boo follows her around like a dog and she snuggles Boo at night instead of Dean please?

Summary: Dean’s got major cat scratch fever 

Warnings: fluff 

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Originally posted by heartsnmagic

Originally posted by dean-sam-winchesterbros

You had always been softhearted: babies, puppies, the whole nine made you tear up. The idea of small creatures suffering (or just giving you soft eyes) made you weak in the knees. Sam had, on occasion, tapped into this and used his damn puppy eyes when he really wanted something. Dean, not so much. He did  as he liked regardless of how you felt about things. This time, you figured you would give him a taste of your his own medicine. 

The hunt was quick, which was good due to the pain in the ass that waited for you back home. Hurt Dean was an annoying Dean. Your boyfriend was too active, too stubborn to admit that rest and elevation was good for his busted ankle. So you left Sam with him. Not your finest idea, but you were itching to get away from the testosterone overload in the bunker. That, and you wanted to prove that you could handle a ghost by yourself. 

Not only did you handle it, but you handled it quicker than either Winchester had been able to for a while. Hungry and sympathetic, you stopped in the gas n sip to pick up whatever was hot and whichever pie was fresh. Grabbing a newspaper for Sam, you carried your groceries out to the car you nabbed from the Men of Letters garage. As you went to unlock it, you heard it. The whine was high pitched, echoing in the early evening. 

Habitually, you felt for your gun bathing in the comfort it’s weight provided against your skin. After stowing your goodies, you approached the direction of the sound finding it’s source to be terribly cute and trembling cold. 

Boo, how fitting the name was, let out strained meows as you picked him up but settled happily against the warmth of your chest. “Come on little one. I’ll get you home.” 

You first tried keeping Boo in a box, but he was far to sociable for such restraints . Spending the rest of the car ride to the Bunker nestled on your jacket in the seat beside you.  He was a curious little thing. 

Dean was anticipating a surprise, preferably sex. Sam scoffed at his brother leaving him to his fantasies. What he got was not his lover with whip cream and cherry filling as he had hoped, but instead you bundled up with the small kitten in your arms. 

He could handle it, he thought. It was a small kitten, not at all threatening to his relationship with you. Except this little “Boo” was. “I don’t think it’s even a cat Sam.” Dean whispered watching as Boo waddled around after you, eagerly sniffing at every surface. “He’s like, part dog or something.” 

Sam laughed into his beer, “Or you’re just jealous.” 

“Of what?” Jealous his ass. 

“You tell me.” Sam smirked, which turned into a coo as Boo pounced on his shoe lace. “Well hi.” Boo was small as it is, but in Sam’s arms he disappeared. 

You watched your boyfriend’s face, chuckling at the way his eyes melted but face scowled. “Babe? Wanna go cuddle?”

Just like that Dean was up, eagerly pulling you to his bedroom. “Just as long as that fluff ball isn’t involved.” He grumbled wiggling deeper into the memory foam mattress, pressing you as tight as he could possibly get. 

"You know you’re the only man for me ,right?” You asked kissing him softly, running a hand through the soft strands of blonde hair. 

"Damn straight.” He grunted with a smug grin. His breathing slowed, eyes fluttering shut as he let his troubles dissolve in your touch. That is until the soft nudge at the door, followed by a faint purr. “Sonofabitch.” Rolling over, he left enough space between the two of you. “Go let the Pokemon in.” 

He wouldn’t ever admit it, but it did feel kind of good having Boo around, and he was pretty damn cute too. 

The Signs as Drunk History of Fall Out Boy quotes

Aries: And Brendon Urie had nothing to do with the entire record, and Patrick was like, “THAT’S GOOooOOooOOooD”

Taurus: And Pete was like, “Makeup is fuckin’ great for a guy, because, it makes a guy look beautiful, which a lot of times, a guy is not beautiful.. and I wanna change that”

Gemini: It’s not a bad dick, let’s be real

Cancer: It’s the summer of 2001…

Leo: Panic at the Disco and Twenty Pilots  

Virgo: And Patrick’s like, “Yo I got a soul voice”

Libra: *Andy Hurley drumming Take This To Your Grave*

Scorpio: So they made Alone Together, Light ‘Em Up, Alone Together, Phoenix

Sagittarius: So Patrick’s wearing shorts, and socks, and a hat

Capricorn: You’re gHH-getting fucking tattOOed right now?! What tHE FUCK IS GOING ON?

Aquarius: *off mic* You poured beer all over yourself!

Pisces: One! Two! Three! Three two one! Three four five six seven eight nine teeen! Ten to one!

70′s Roger Waters Imagine

Reader x 70′s Roger Waters 

Over View : Reader is backstage at a Pink Floyd concert waiting for Roger when a roadie starts flirting with her. When the concert is over Roger sees this and gets possessive.

Warnings : Swearing, Roadie gets a little touchy, Possessive Roger, Fluff

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Steamy

Dedication: to the Navia fans I’m mutuals with, and just because I wanted to write them once! THIS DOES NOT MEAN I WILL KEEP POSTING NAVIA THINGS, to my other followers. I just wanted to try something new! :)
Pairing: Navia (Natsu x Juvia)
Fandom: Fairy Tail
College AU, Prompt: My friend dragged me to this party and I just saw my ex quick make out with me.

I don’t really know if it’s Navia week yet or not, but I’m also going to tag this as Navia week because I’m not very likely to contribute anything else, unless I get a request. :)

EDIT: I’ve added a second part, by request!

Part 1  |  Part 2

Steamy

When Juvia saw him through the crowd, her blood ran cold. It had been two years since he had dumped her, and she had fully expected never to see him again. She thought they had gone to different colleges, but seeing him slipping through the party in a Vermilion University t-shirt told her very differently.

And he was coming this way.

Cursing mentally, the blue-haired girl stumbled sideways as someone bumped her shoulder, and then shot her hand out to grab him by the arm.

“Hey!” he said, almost indignantly, raising a pink eyebrow at her. Dazedly, she stared at the messy pink locks on his head as she felt a slight blush rise to her cheeks. “I said, whaddaya want?!”

“Oh!” she only then realized he’d been speaking, and she turned red. “Juvia is sorry, she just…” out of the corner of her eye, she spotted her ex-boyfriend making a beeline to her. He had definitely seen her by now. “Please help Juvia! Her ex-boyfriend Gray is here and she wants to–”

“–Gray?” he asked in recognition. “Fullbastard?”

Juvia nodded quickly, and suddenly a plan started forming in her head. 

Gray had dumped her for back in high school for a girl that wasn’t interested in him. He had broken it off with Juvia just so that he wouldn’t lead her on anymore, and she really appreciated that, but she had only just started moving on and the slightest attention from him might make her turn back to him. She didn’t want that.

“Wanna get back at him?” the pink-haired man smirked down at her, and her heart fluttered oddly in her chest.

“J-Juvia does,” she said, almost breathlessly. “Would you help?”

“Hell yes!” 

With a strong arm–he must have been on a sports team, although she couldn’t decide which on–he pulled her to him by the waist and captured her lips with his.

Juvia entangled her hands in his hair, pulling herself flush against him as she heard him discard the cup of beer he’d been holding in order to cup the back of her neck. She gasped when he nipped at her lip, and suddenly she didn’t even care about the party, or about revenge, or anything. All Juvia cared about was the warm tongue exploring her mouth and the sudden desire to win the fight for dominance.

Her nails scraped his scalp as she drew herself closer, her tongue sliding against his as she tried, and failed, to gain victory. A warmth was growing in the pit of her stomach now, her skin heating up. 

His skin was like fire, and she didn’t want to stop kissing him.

They separated with a wet pop, breath intermingling as they breathed heavily, and he gave her a smirk as they both saw her ex staring dumbfounded between the two of them from about ten feet away.

“The name’s Natsu,” he whispered, voice husky, as he started to pull her back in.

“Juvia,” she breathed, tilting her chin up.

Soap

Imagine: You finally work up the courage to tell Daryl how you feel, but he doesn’t respond exactly how you expected.

This imagine is named after the song “Soap” by Melanie Martinez. I recommend listening to it if you’ve never heard it; it’s excellent.

Soap

You were assigned to weed the community garden for the morning, and at first, you grumbled about it. You didn’t have a green thumb, or a green anything really, and kneeling in the dirt pulling weeds all morning was not your idea of fun. But, once you got to the garden, you realized you had a perfect view of the south east guard tower where Daryl Dixon was just starting his guard shift, and instantly quit complaining. You waved to him when he happened to look in your direction, and then started to work on ripping weeds out of the garden.

As you worked, you stole unashamed glances towards the guard tower, watching Daryl as he leaned on the metal wall and spit sunflower seeds over the side. If anyone were to ask, you were taking a break and stretching your back. But you knew you were staring at his ass.

You’d had a crush on Daryl for a while now, definitely since the prison. You hadn’t really thought much about him other than another member of the group and a relatively OK guy until the night he went on an emergency run to get formula for Judith. When he got back, he gathered Judy in his arms and fed her as he talked to her softly, and all the blood rushed to your head. You remember that night vividly as the night you fell head-over heels in love with Daryl Dixon.

Over time, the crush waned from that giddy, light headed whirl that girls feel when a guy they think is cute is nearby, to a burning, aching feeling that settled in the pit of your stomach and nearly hurt when you weren’t near him.

You loved him.

You were lost in thought when Sasha came up to stand next to you. She startled you when she said, “Whatcha lookin’ at?”

You quickly diverted your gaze and began to pull weeds again. “Uh, nothing, just stretching. What’s up?” You weren’t looking at her, because you were sure your face was bright red.

Sasha began to laugh. “Oh please, roomie, I just caught you staring at Daryl’s ass.”

You whipped your head up. “What about it?” You snapped.

“Whoa!” Sasha put her hands up defensively. “Calm down. It’s not like the rest of us haven’t done it before. I caught Olivia ogling him just last week.” She laughs. You go back to pulling weeds in silence without responding. “Hey, did I say something to upset you?” She says, then her face lights up and she crouches next to you and lowers her voice. “Do you have feelings for him?”

“Go away Sasha.” You mumble.

“C’mon, Y/N.” She nudged you. “We’re roommates. You can tell me anything. You like him, don’t you?”

You paused, closing your eyes and sighing. “Yeah. I do.”

Sasha smiled and started nudging you even more. “Awww you’ve got a crush.”

You started to smile along with her. “It’s a big one, too. I’ve liked him since Judith was born.”

“Shit, that is a long time. Why don’t you tell him?”

“Are you kidding me? No! I’m dying with this secret.”

Sasha frowns. “Why?”

“What if he rejects me?” You shrug.

“I don’t think he will.” Sasha says. “I see him looking at you sometimes, too.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. And wouldn’t you rather have a chance to be happy than live with this ‘what if?’ for the rest of your life?”

You thought about what Sasha was saying for moment, then said, “I guess.”

“Well, now might be your chance.” She nods in the direction of the guard tower where Abraham was climbing up to relieve Daryl.

You chewed your lip nervously for moment then said, “Ok, yeah, I’ll do it.”

“Go girl!” Sasha laughed. “Good luck!”

You smiled and stood up, jogging over to the ladder of the guard tower. “Hey Daryl!” You chimed as he finished climbing down the ladder.

“Hey Y/N.” He gave you a small smile, and your heart started to bang inside your chest.

“Can I talk to you for a second?” You ask, then look up at the tower platform where Abraham could definitely hear you. “Alone?”

“Sure.” He walks over to the nearest house and leans against the back wall as he digs a cigarette out of his pocket. “Want one?”

“I’m OK.” You shake your head.

“M’kay.” He lights the smoke. “Whatcha wanna talk about?”

You suddenly realized how hard this was going to be. Your heart was making an effort to escape through your ribcage and you were suddenly a little sweaty. Scratch that—you were a lot sweaty.

“I, uh, well…” You stammered and Daryl raised an eyebrow, waiting patiently but obviously wanting you to spit it out. “This is harder than I thought.”

“What is?”

“I wanted to say…” You fiddled with the hem of your t-shirt, and suddenly you felt like you were going to vomit. But it was words that were forcing their way out of your throat, and you practically yelled at him, “I love you.”

He choked on the inhale of his cigarette and put it out in the dirt at his feet. “What?”

Now you were turning red. “I think I love you.” You say again. “I have for a while. And I… I guess I wondering if you maybe wanted to go out with me sometime?”

You felt a lot better and a lot more hopeful now that it was out in the open, and you bit your thumbnail as you watched Daryl process what you just said. Then, he opened his mouth and said slowly, “No.”

All the blood drained from your body and your heart dropped to your knees. “No?”

Daryl is now the one who is fiddling nervously. “I mean, I like you, Y/N, you’re a nice girl, but you’re my friend. You’re more like my sister, actually.”

“Oh.” You say, looking down at your feet.

“I’m sorry.” He says.

“No, don’t be.” You say, blinking back tears. “It was stupid. I’m stupid. I gotta go.” You turn around sharply and walk quickly away from, increasing your pace slowly until you’re running by the time you get near the community garden. Sasha doesn’t have to ask how it went as you sprint past her, swiping away tears as you went.

—–

When you got back to the house you shared with Sasha, you slammed the front door behind you and immediately went upstairs into the bathroom. Some people stress-eat or stress-drink, but you stress-shower, so you wasted no time turning on the shower as hot as it would go and stripping yourself of your clothes.

As soon as you were under the searing water, you let yourself break down and start to sob.

The pain hurt like a break-up, and in a lot of ways, this rejection was one. You were breaking up with the hope of ever building a life with the man you’ve loved from afar for a year and a half now. You were breaking up with the fictional children you’d fantasized about, and with the fictional life you’d built up inside your head for you and Daryl. You were breaking up with an idea you’d lived with for so long now, and it hurt. A lot.

You were also embarrassed; painfully embarrassed to the point where a large part of you wanted to pack your bags and move the Hilltop or the Kingdom tomorrow. You never wanted to see Daryl again. Not because you hated him, but because you hated yourself. You hated that you put yourself in such a position that every time your friend saw you now, you know he’d know this secret. And maybe you’d lose his friendship over it.

“I should’ve never said ‘love’.” You say, turning your face up and letting the water fall over your face, calming you down a little.

When you were little, you were extremely defiant. And anytime you spoke up against your mother, she would wash your mouth out with soap. Now, as you stood under the water, you eyed the bar of lavender soap in the soap dish and contemplating taking a bite for a brief moment. You regretted the word vomit you’d spewed all over Daryl, and now your mouth felt dirty. It had betrayed you, despite only conveying exactly what you wanted, and you felt like punishing it.

But that soap belonged to Sasha and it was her favorite, and you doubted she’d be very thrilled to find a bite mark in it tomorrow morning.

Instead, you just turn the water off and wrap your hair in a towel, slipping across the hall quickly and into your room. Once there, you find your pajamas and pull them on, fully intending to just crawl right into bed and sleep the incident off.

Sasha had another idea, though. “Y/N?” She called up the stairs. “Can we talk?”

“I’ll be right down!” You call back, then shake your hair out and toss the towel in a corner before deciding to face your friend. You walk downstairs slowly and find Sasha in the kitchen getting a glass of water. You sit down on one of the barstools at the island and say, “What’s up?” Trying to sound as though your whole world hadn’t briefly shattered just 20 minutes earlier.

“What’d he say?” She asks.

“He uh, told me that he thinks of me as a sister.” You start biting your thumbnail again. “And I just wanted the Earth to swallow me up on the spot.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Sasha frowned. “I know it must hurt.” She reaches across the island and puts her hand on yours. “But Daryl won’t ever bring it up again in order to tease you, and he won’t tell anyone else. You know that, right? He’s not that kind of guy.”

You nod. “I’m just so embarrassed.” You whisper, putting your head in your hands.

“I know.” Sasha nods. “But it’ll get less embarrassing over time. You’ll fall in and out of love with other people, and other people will fall in and out of love with you. Before you know it, you’ll be in love with someone who loves you back, and this embarrassment will just be a distant memory.

You smile a little. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” Then, Sasha grins widely and reaches into the fridge, pulling a 6 pack of beer out and setting it on the counter. “Wanna get fucked up and forget today ever happened?”

“Hell yes.”

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I’ll Wait With You - Jack Maynard Imagine

Requested by @1dnhhsmk: “can i get an imagine with Jack Maynard where they have been dating for awhile but nothing has happened yet and the boys are picking on him about it and it makes Y/N said but jack cheers her up”

Also: “So I got this idea for a imagine but my writing skills aren’t nearly as good as yours… So y/n’s Jack’s girlfriend and Conor accidentally makes a joke about one of her insecurities when they’re all drunk so Jack gets pissed and punch that FUCKING hOLE in the wall during the fight. Of course you can add and take away stuff, I just really want to know how that hole was born lol”

A/N: Wow this one got so long (WC: 1,439) I actually had to put a “keep reading” in! I really hope you enjoy it!

“Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone!” You said to Jack and Conor while opening the door to the apartment. You were going to visit your family and while you were only going to be gone for one night, you knew that was plenty of time for things to go very wrong. Not to mention, Josh was in South Africa and he was just about the only other person you trusted to keep the brothers in line.

“We’ll try our best but no promises” Conor told you with a cheeky smile.

You rolled your eyes at him. “I suppose that’s the best I can ask for.”

“Bye Y/N!” Jack said, kissing you on the cheek. “Have a safe trip.”

“Bye!” You said, taking one last look at the apartment before walking out the door, hoping it would still look the same when you got back.

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“I like pizza,” Barton says as Bucky storms into the kitchen from the living room.

“What?” Bucky answers, confused about the statement.

“Pizza. It’s the best. Especially here in New York. You were arguing with Steve over what’s changed in ninety years and I just thought I’d throw in my two cents. Pizza’s still good. It’s awesome, and Larry’s Pizza, the place about three blocks from here? It’s the best.”

Bucky sucks in a breath and stares at Barton. He’s sitting at the kitchen counter working a cross word puzzle, with a bottle of beer sitting near his hand. He isn’t even looking at Bucky, which lets Bucky stare a little at his broad shoulders and the green t-shirt stretched tight across them.

“You wanna go get some pizza?” Bucky asks, because why the fuck not?

Barton looks up from his puzzle and his greenish blue eyes are god damned startling to Bucky. When did Barton, the eyes up high, the guy who spent his time at meetings making paper airplanes and then disappearing until mission-time, suddenly become so damned hot?

Pizza. Yeah. That’s what Bucky wants.

Barton slides back from the counter and stands in one fluid motion, making Bucky’s mouth go dry. He looks Bucky up and down like he’s something to savor, and then he nods. “Yeah. I’ll get some pizza with you. I’ll take you to Larry’s. You’ll love it,” he says, and he stands and stretches and Bucky has to put his hands in his pockets to try ignore the buzz through his body that happens when he sees the little patch of skin above Barton’s jeans when he stretches.

Barton brushes past Bucky and says, “Come on. Let’s go see what’s changed in ninety years.” He pauses and adds, over his shoulder, “I’ll bet it’s not the pizza.”

Bucky swallows hard, checks his wallet to make sure he can pay for the pie, and follows. This is lookin’ like it’s gonna be a good night.

A Night In

AN: I did a thing again. And I regret nothing. This is a completely random idea that hit me just because. I’ll go ahead and blame Bawson. 

To the anon that sent a request - you know who you are - I’ll work on that. But I’m not sure when I’ll post it. 

God, it’s 1:30 (so expect typos) … and it’s only Monday guys. 

To @rapunzel-corona-lite cause I want you to suffer the feels too. 

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Brother Knows Best

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Request: They secretly like each other but are oblivious to the other liking them. Dean often throws in a hilarious and dirty pick up line when they’re talking but reader just laughs it off. Sam figures out their secrets and, in order to make Dean confess, he flirts with the reader and gets a little touchy. Jealous Dean leads to confessions and fluff. Sam x reader best friends!

A/N: Sorry that it didn’t come in the week timeline! I may be stretching the process of requesting into two weeks. One week for voting, one for writing. We’ll just have to see! Anyway, thank you all for your patience and support. I added a bit of a twist to the writing style with this one. I hope you guys like it, feedback is very much appreciated! Also, special thanks to @iloveallmyfavyoutubers for inspiring my first gender neutral fic! <3

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