it was a sweet gesture though

The Signs summed up

Aries: Usually deemed “immature” but they’re really just full of life and vigor. Fun to hang out with or to be around. 

Taurus: Complains a lot, and has a witty edge to them that can shock you sometimes. Not the best secret keeper though. 

Gemini: Either really sweet, or really mean. Likes to be around others whether they’re outgoing or shy. Interesting facial expressions. 

Cancer: Like Gemini, they’re either super nice, or super mean. Either way, they love their friends. Sometimes does little nice gestures for you. 

Leo: Generous to a fault, and overall very loving. Sometimes cocky and immature, but in the end they have a heart of gold. 

p: Virgo: Can be a bit cold sometimes. Really booksmart, but when it comes to common sense… Not so much. Most of the time really trustworthy, but if they’re angry they will hurt you. 

Libra: Tough on the outside, but actually a big softie. Pretty nice most of the time tbh. Always fair and sees things for how they are. 

Scorpio: They actually have a little bit of pride in them. Rarely shows it though. Understanding and compassionate. Doesn’t sugar-coat things. 

Sagittarius: Stands out from society in some way or another. Breaks all stereotypes and rules. Really nice to have as friends, they care a lot. 

Capricorn: Protective and tries to be stern (but they’re not trust me). Really sweet personality and will go to the end of the world for you. 

Aquarius: Really up down and all over the place. Unpredictable most of the time. They’re really quite independent, but don’t mind being a team player. 

Pisces: Actually quite outgoing. One of the sweetest of the signs, they will help you and care for you. They can be quite spacy at times. 

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"I work as a florist and every day you walk in , buy one flower and give it to me" AU because yesterday I realised you were one of my favorite stucky writers!

Steve meets Bucky Barnes on Valentine’s Day, because God has a particularly cruel sense of humor.

— —

“You’re charging /how much/ for roses?” the man — later revealed as Bucky Barnes — asks.

“It’s Valentine’s Day,” Steve says as an explanation, then sighs as he rings the man up on the cash register. “Don’t worry, your sweetheart will like them anyway.”

The man snorts.

“What?” Steve asks.

“Not for my sweetheart, for my sister. She’s in high school, and this asshole guy’d been leading her on for months, and all we could do was watch while she pined after this little fuck. Meanwhile, this guy’s having her edit his essays, drive him places… You know, the shit that asshole high school guys do when they’re going on a power trip. Anyhow, yesterday he asks out this girl right in front of my sister, asks her if she’s happy for him, which of course she’s not. She gets home, my mom calls me, and we hang out and watch rom coms together, and that’s when we come up with the plan.”

“The plan?” Steve asks, leaning in a little closer.

The guy smiles, almost sheepishly. “Her math teacher is a friend of mine from undergrad, so I call him up. These flowers, a few cards, and a big ol’ box of chocolates are gonna be on her desk.”

“Lemme guess, the asshole sits next to her?”

He grins. “Indeed, he does.”

“She’s in on it, right?”

He nods. “‘Course, it’d be weird if she wasn’t. She’s gonna tell everyone that they’re from her overnight camp boyfriend or something, who has been begging to get back together with her. I dunno, she’s got the whole thing set up, but she promises me that it’s gonna make this jack ass jealous, and that’s the important thing.”

Steve laughs. “Yeah, it is,” he says. “Bet your girlfriend is jealous, too,” Steve asks, and okay. He’s fishing a bit.

The guy raises an eyebrow. “Actually, I’m single right now,” he says. “I’ve got all these grand romantic gestures stored up with no outlet. It’s a real problem.”

“What a problem to have,” Steve says. “I don’t think I’ve ever gotten flowers on Valentine’s Day, in any context. And that’ll be $42.88.”

“Ouch,” the guy says as he inserts his debit card into the chip reader. “I’m Bucky, by the way.”

“Steve,” Steve says, then adds, “but you probably could’ve gathered that from the name tag.”

Bucky chuckles. “Thanks Steve,” he says as he takes his card out and puts it in his wallet.

“No problem,” Steve says, handing the flowers over to Bucky. “And good luck with your grand gesture.”

“Thanks,” he says, taking the flowers. He pauses, and pulls a rose out of the bunch. “Here,” he says, handing it to Steve.

“What?” Steve asks.

Bucky moves it a little closer to Steve. “A flower. Happy Valentine’s Day, Steve.”

“Oh, uh…” Steve says, taking it. “Thanks,” he says, a little lost for words.

“You’re welcome,” Bucky says. “Though it’s not quite a grand romantic gesture.”

Steve shrugs, trying not to blush. “It’s sweet,” he says.

Bucky just smiles and leaves the store.

— —

He comes back in the next day. “One tulip,” he says, bringing a yellow tulip up to the counter.

“Sure thing,” Steve says, then asks, “How’d the gesture go?”

“Perfectly,” Bucky says. “By the end of the day, he was telling her that he regretted everything, and she was telling him that she’s too good for him.”

Steve can’t help but smile. “Good to know, and that’s $4.21.”

Bucky pays with his debit card. “Yeah, gotta focus my energies elsewhere now,” he says.

“Good luck with that,” Steve says, handing him the flower.

“Thanks,” Bucky says, then hands the tulip back to Steve. “Enjoy the flower!” he says, before leaving the store.

Steve stands there, eyebrows furrowed, looking at the flower in his hand. “What?” he mutters to himself.

— —

It keeps happening.

Bucky comes in, he buys a flower — a different one every day — and hands it to Steve. If he doesn’t come in, he orders one online with the direction “give to Steve, please.”

“This is ridiculous,” Steve says after a month.

“I’m supporting a local, independently-run business,” Bucky responds as he hands Steve an amaryllis. “It’s the right thing to do.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Steve amends, but he takes the flower anyway.

— —

He’s started keeping them in his apartment as a mismatched, ever-changing arrangement. When a flower starts to wilt, he presses one of the petals and keeps it in a little book.

He sort of loves it.

He also sort of loves Bucky, but that’s a different story.

— —

They get to know each other, even though they just talk for a few minutes a day. Bucky is an architect who lives a few blocks away and passes by the flower shop on the way to work. He spends a lot of time with his mom and his sister (his dad isn’t in the picture), and he likes cheesy movies but not cheese — he’s lactose intolerant.

“We have that in common,” Steve says.

“Then it’s a good thing that I’m giving you flowers and not chocolates,” Bucky says as he hands him a peony.

Steve takes it and gives it a sniff. He really does like the smell of peonies. “What’s your endgame here?” Steve asks. “It’s been four months.”

Bucky shrugs, smiling. “Dunno,” he says. “I honestly don’t. I just wanted you to have fun.” He pauses and shoves his hands in his pockets. “If it gets annoying—“

“It’s not,” Steve says, too quickly. “It’s not annoying,” he says.

Bucky looks up, smiling. “Alright then,” he says.

“See you tomorrow?” Steve asks.

Bucky nods. “See you tomorrow.”

— —

When Bucky walks into the shop on Valentine’s Day, his face lights up.

“Steve?” he asks, looking at the flower arrangement in the middle of the shop and the accompanying valentine, made from the dried petals of 365 flowers.

“I thought you could use a gesture,” Steve says. “And a date for tonight?” he adds on, hopeful.

“Are these…?” Bucky asks.

“The flowers, I saved a petal from each one.”

“Oh my God,” Bucky says, looking down and biting his bottom lip. “I’m gonna have to step up my game if we’re gonna start going out,” he says.

“So that’s a yes?” Steve asks.

Bucky nods. “Yeah,” he says. “That’s a yes.”

The Signs Summed Up

Aries: Usually deemed “immature” but they’re really just full of life and vigor. Fun to hang out with or to be around.

Taurus: Complains a lot, and has a witty edge to them that can shock you sometimes. Not the best secret keeper though.

Gemini: Either really sweet, or really mean. Likes to be around others whether they’re outgoing or shy. Interesting facial expressions.

Cancer: Like Gemini, they’re either super nice, or super mean. Either way, they love their friends. Sometimes does little nice gestures for you.

Leo: Generous to a fault, and overall very loving. Sometimes cocky and immature, but in the end they have a heart of gold.

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Stay  ~Jeff Atkins x Reader~

There’s something beautiful about the summer- they way it creates a new version of reality where music sounds better and happiness feels sweeter. Parties can give the same kind of feeling where nothing feels real, but all of it feels great. Well, until the next morning.

This makes an end of the summer party the pinnacle of a new reality. Inhibitions run low and everything else is on overdrive. In a week they will all be students again, studying to ensure the best future possible. But for tonight they are 60% alcohol and 40% bad decisions.

“Y/N!” Jess squeals with excitement, running towards the girl who just entered the room. She had been away visiting family abroad for the majority of the summer, and while the beaches had given a whole new meaning to the word ‘paradise’, this was where she was truly happiest.

“Jess!” she returns the enthusiasm, hugging her best friend tightly. The warm breezes that blew in through her window every morning this past summer brought her comfort, but this was home.

“I want in,” Justin grins, approaching the two and enveloping them between his arms.

“God I’ve missed you guys,” she sighs contentedly.

“You have so much third wheeling to catch up on,” Jess teases light heartedly.

Her face twists up unpleasantly at the thought. She loves both Jess and Justin dearly, but she does not love the thought of third wheeling. “With all due respect, I think I’ll pass.”

“Is that Y/N Y/L/N?!” a fourth voice enters the picture, causing the trio to part and turn towards the person walking towards them.

Jeff Atkins. Baseball star and literal ray of sunshine with the face of an angel and the body of a Greek God.

“Hey, Jeff,” she laughs, walking away from Jess and Justin to meet him halfway.

“I haven’t seen you in forever,” Jeff grins warmly, brushing her arm with his hand. It’s a sweet gesture. He’s always been so sweet.

“It’s only been like two months,” she mirrors his grin. It’s impossible not to smile back at someone who radiates warmth the way he does.

“Feels like forever though. Especially since I was used to seeing you everyday at school. You look nice by the way,” he bumps her shoulder.

“I missed you, too,” she chuckles, “I look like I always do.”

“Exactly.”

She bites her lips together before looking down shyly and letting them fall apart into a smile. Jeff Atkins was so genuinely good in a way that was uniquely him.

“Jeff!” Troy yells from the outside patio, “Beer pong, now, c’mon man!”

“Coming!” Jeff yells back to Troy, but turns back to her before walking away. “Come watch us play? You can practice cheering me on for baseball season,” his mouth twists into a smirk.

“Who says I’m gonna come to your baseball games?” She challenges playfully, using quick wit to redeem herself from the shy smile.

“Don’t break my heart, Y/N,” he pouts childishly, walking backward to join the boys for a game of beer pong but not breaking eye contact with her. He finally turns away from her to exit the house and join those outside, but not before mouthing a “pleaasssseeee” and sticking out his bottom lip.

“I’ll be there in a second!” she yells so he can hear her over the music.

His pout transforms into a grin before he disappears through the threshold, indicating that he heard her.

“So how about a double date instead of third wheeling?” Justin and Jess approach her with Justin wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“Oh shut up,” her face heats up at the thought, “He’s a nice guy. He’s friendly with everyone.”

“Yeah, but he doesn’t flirt with everyone,” Jess interjects, crossing her arms over her chest vindictively.

“He didn’t ask me to cheer for him,” Justin fakes offense, “Honestly I’m a little hurt.”

“Fuck off, Justin,” she laughs loudly, putting her hands over her face.

“You better get out there,” Justin presses, gesturing to the sliding door, “After all, it’s mine and Jess’s two month anniversary so an intense make-out session could happen at anytime.”

“Bye!” she turns on her heels quickly, running away from her friends before they could make things awkward, or more awkward.

***
Five cups of jungle juice and two games of beer pong later she’s sitting on a folding lawn chair watching Jeff singlehandedly win a third game of beer pong since Troy had wandered off and was bothering Hannah and Clay.

After sinking another shot, Jeff notices where Troy had gone. A brief look of panic flashes across his face before he mutters a quick, “be right back!”, making a beeline for Troy. Jeff was just about as invested in Clay and Hannah as Clay was in Hannah. She wondered just how much better off the world would be if everyone had the same heart as Jeff.

“Did you save the day?” she asks upon Jeff’s return. She’s quite drunk and seeing two of everything, including two Jeffs. How wonderful would that be? A world with two Jeff Atkins. Incredible.

“I don’t know about that,” he chuckles modestly, “It’s up to Clay.”

“Meanwhile that beer run is up to you, buddy” Troy points out, his words slurring together.

“Later man,” Jeff replies, picking up a ping pong ball.

“Because you definitely need more alcohol,” she rolls her eyes at Troy, a sick feeling blossoming in her stomach.

“Don’t be a buzzkill, Y/N,” Troy retorts.

“Hey, relax,” Jeff snaps at Troy, “you’ll get your beer.”

The sick feeling in her stomach intensifies tenfold. She doesn’t want him to go, but she can’t beg him to stay. He’s not drunk, he would never jeopardize his life or anyone else’s so recklessly. But something about it still doesn’t feel right. He shouldn’t go.

She stands up, wobbling slightly. She grabs the back of her lawn chair to steady herself before heading back for the house. The twisting in her stomach is ominous in a way that refuses to be ignored.

“Where’re you going?” Jeff asks, his eyebrows knitting together.

“I need another drink,” she mumbles, brushing past him.

***
Three shots and a game of suck and blow later she’s feeling light and airy. All the anxiety from earlier has been replaced with a tingling feeling that reaches her feet. She’s quite hammered, and all the slip ups in suck and blow have her laughing and her sides aching. She’s starting to get lightheaded.

“I’m gonna go get some air,” she gasps in-between fits of laughter.

“Can you even walk?” Jess giggles.

“I’ll crawl if I have to,” she shrugs, stumbling her way out the door.

***
There’s nothing like the refreshing sensation of cool air hitting your skin after being cooped up in a house full of drunks, especially when you’re drunk yourself. The feeling of a breeze on her face is intoxicating in its own right, so she continues to walk around the outside of the house until she reaches the front.

There’s someone else at the front of the house, too. She can only see their back as they walk towards the row of cars, but she knows who it is. Suddenly she remembers why she felt the need to down three shots of vodka.

“Atkins,” she calls out, stumbling a bit as she walks forward.

He turns around at the sound of his name, smiling when he sees who it is. “Hey, you. Looks like you got that drink you wanted,” he laughs lightheartedly at her shaky balance.

“You making that beer run?” she asks, wringing her hands together nervously.

“Yeah. I’m not even a little buzzed, don’t worry,” he says soothingly.

“Stay,” she says softly.

“Huh?” he tilts his head to the side.

She continues to walk forward until she’s standing right in front of him, her weight falling to the side enough to make her falter. He reaches out to steady her, keeping a firm grasp on her side. She places her hands on his chest to steady herself before locking her eyes on his.

“Stay,” she repeats.

“Y/N, it’s okay I’m completely fine I promise. I only had two beers like two hours ago,” he assures, his voice gentle.

“I know, but it’s not like anybody needs anymore alcohol. I’m one of the more sober ones right now and that says a lot. Honestly I don’t even know how I made it out here on my own,” she sighs, “Just stay, please. ”

He looks at her softly, his eyes studying the worry etched onto her face. She feels so delicate in his grasp, like a porcelain doll that could shatter with too much pressure. He has always been enamored with her.

“Okay,” he moves his hands to hold her face, “I’ll stay.”

She lets out a heavy breath, letting her forehead rest against his chest and wrapping her arms around him. Maybe she was worrying over nothing, maybe she wasn’t, but she’s unexplainably relieved at those words.

“You gotta promise to watch me play baseball though,” he teases.

“I’ll be there every game with a sign that has your name on it,” she laughs, tilting her chin up to look at him.

“You gotta stop looking at me like that,” he shakes his head,“I might just fall in love with you.”

“Don’t get my hopes up.”

“Don’t leave for two months at a time,” he counters, grinning boyishly.

“I’d stay right here forever if I could,” she tightens her arms around him.

“I’d kiss you if you weren’t like 10 drinks deep right now,” he laughs, rubbing her back gingerly.

“Let’s go inside. I need to get sober. Right now. Immediately,” she pulls away, grabbing his hand to tow him behind her. Their laughter echoes down the empty street as they run around to the back of the house.

There’s something beautiful about the end of summer- the way things begin to feel more permanent. A simple request can change so much. All he had to do was stay. And he did.


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florist!kihyun, 15.1k, he knows what beautiful is but he’s also a bit jealous and has shitty friends

warning: smut (kihyun is a virgin, his first time, oral for both, slightly dom!kihyun i guess??)

“You look really nice by the way…Ignore that. You look beautiful. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever known.”

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Wounds and Bad Moods - Peter Parker

Originally posted by blurryfandoms

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary:  #2: “You’re hot when you’re angry.”   #7: “Yeah, you’re a horrible liar.”   #11: “Oh, I dare you.”

Warning: slight language

Requested: yes (anon)

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this is low key how peter would act lol hope you enjoy!

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“Peter, what the fuck?” you questioned your up boyfriend as he had just leaped through your open window in the middle of the night.

You got off your bed and made your way closer to him, his lanky figure limp, shoulders hunched over. Your annoyance with his sudden entrance instantly softened as you realized he was in pain. He slowly reached towards his face with his right hand, yanking the mask off his face.

Your eyes came in contact with a huge bruise taking space underneath his right eye, and numerous cuts of various shapes and sizes scattered across his handsome face. You felt a pang in your heart at his wounded state.

You gasped after taking it all in, lightly grazing the side of his face, “P-Peter? What happened to you?” you weakly spoke as your hands trembled underneath his face.

He winced slightly at your soft touch, bright brown eyes quickly shutting tight, teeth grinding against each other. He turned his head to the side and moved back lightly.

“I’m fine, Y/N. I promise,” his voice comes out hoarse. He moves from his previous position by your bedroom window to sitting down on your bed, wincing as he sat down.

You felt the anger begin to bubble in the pit of your stomach, wanting to destroy whoever did this to someone as sweet as Peter Parker.

Crossing your arms over your chest, you purse your lips before rolling your eyes heavily at the poor boy in front of you, “Yeah, you’re a horrible liar,” you say matter of factly, “Pete, you’re wincing every you sit down!”

His eyes droop to your carpeted floor, sighing as he knows you’re right, “I know,” he muttered, his arms reaching back behind his body, steadying himself on his arms.

You scale his beaten frame once more before walking out of your room and grabbing the first aid from the kitchen cabinet. You walk back in, his poor eyes looking up at you, filled with pain. You feel yourself break at his gaze once again, your mind a mix of guilt, anger, and love.

You pull your desk chair in front of, sitting down and placing the kit on your bed beside him, “Let me see,” your hand moved back in forth signaling for him to take off his suit. His lips pursed, a sign of guilt as he reaches up, beginning to undress himself of it. As the suit pooled around his feet, your eyes wandered over his chest and abs, bruises and cuts sticking out like sore thumbs against his smooth skin.

You sighed again, reaching in the first aid kit and his eyes stared at your hands beginning to patch up his wounds, regret filling the. Guilt fills your body, so you try and lighten the mood, to help the situation and distract Peter from the soon helpful pain he was about endure.

“Alright tough guy, how big was he this time,” your lips jerking upward in a sly smile as he looks at you, a small smile portrayed across his own face.

“He wasn’t that big this time, he was just… dangerous,” he slowly let out, eyes seeming to wander back to his fight earlier in the night.

You gritted your teeth just thinking about Peter getting punched in previous places, his nose bleeding, his whole body being in helpless pain. Peter saw your angered state, the heat beginning to glow in your eyes and he felt his love for you get even stronger, seeing how much you cared for his being.

He cocked his head up at you, slightly smiling as you took a wet cloth and dabbed the blood away from each and every cut, “So, I think the question I need to ask is, are you okay?”

Your attention stayed on his wounds, your hand continued to dab the blood away, not even daring to look into his playful eyes for a split second. You just muttered a few cuss words as you leaned over and ripped a band aid package open before ripping out your emotions verbally, “I want to beat the ever living hell out of whoever did this to you,” you let out, hand tightening sound the towel in anger.

Peter’s eyebrows lifted at your sudden bothered state, his heart wanting to distract you from his beaten up frame. He smiled at your concern and dared to lighten the mood himself, watching your lip come underneath your teeth, tugging slightly.

“You’re hot when you’re angry,” he smirked, scooting closer to you. Pink sprawled across your cheeks as you looked up at his cheeky smirk.

You tried to ignore you bad mood, moving your mind back to focusing on his wounds, you reached over and grabbed the, as Peter would call it, “Ow” spray to layer over his cuts. His eyes dart to your hand inside the kit, widening as he began to vigorously shake his head back and forth at your soon to be action.

“Oh, I dare you,” Peter let out, his pointer finger attempting to stop your actions. You roll your eyes once more before twisting the cap to spray on his chest.

“Y/N, no, no, no, please babe, don’t-”

“Peter I have to, you know this. It’ll make them heal quicker and keep them from getting infected.”

His features crinkled in pain and annoyance, preparing for the sting to hit all over his body. You felt bad once again, even though you two go through this routine every time. You dipped your head down, lips puckering before lightly kissing   three places on his chest softly. His shoulders dipped, his body instantly letting into your soft touch and sweet gestures. His entire body went from feeling like fire to a soft and calm state, the feeling of your lips on him washing him over every time.

He smiled at you softly before you shook the bottle and pointed it towards him, giving him a few seconds to gain composure.

He bit his lip on instinct before muttering, “Okay, hit me.”

You shook your head playfully and began to lightly spray all of his cuts and wounds. He sat there like a champ as you took time out of your night to take care of him. And he couldn’t of asked for a better person to hit him with the “Ow” Spray. (lololol)

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◇ “Chanyeol — bite me!

◇ Chanyeol x reader

◇ vampire!au

◇ requested by anon; Good I please request a vampire chanyeol where you’re shy about your first time and he’s really sweet

◇ agshfjsj sorry ive been so mia!! Catching up on all the avengers fanfics ive missed while i was focusing on kpop lmao / also i tried to add a read more but i have no idea if it worked or not so——

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“You don’t feel… pressured, do you?” He watches you carefully.

“No! Not at all, really…”

Contrary to your assuring words, your skin trembles with every second and you can’t meet his eyes; Chanyeol has only had the pleasure of meeting you and calling you his mate for 4 months, but when your index finger hooks around the thumb of your opposite hand and you rock back and forth on your feet, he feels pity blossom in his chest like an unwelcomed garden weed — he finds it easy to read you.

“If you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to,” Chanyeol reminds you quietly, stepping closer until you stand chest to chest, and despite the matter at hand, his close proximity only serves to calm your nerves.

You sigh deeply, before a smile, small and nervous, flickers onto your features. You look up at him reassuringly, modding your head. “I know. But I — I want to.”

Sex wasn’t a new concept to you, despite not having taken part in any form of sexual intercourse — it wasn’t why you were nervous. It isn’t why you were painfully aware of your pulse thundering in your ears.

The source of your wavering and quickly depleting confidence were the two glimmering, shiny white canines that were hidden in Chanyeol’s gums — his fangs, which, if everything you were told about vampire tradition was true, would most likely be buried deep in your jugular during your love making.

You had considered whipping up a quick painless potion just so that you wouldn’t have to feel anything, but that wouldn’t only take away your pain, it would take away your pleasure too — and you didn’t want to feel nothing while Chanyeol was making love to you.

“It’s gonna happen sooner or later,” you add with a shrug and a weak, uncertain smile, folding your arms and hugging yourself close.

“I don’t want you to do this because ‘it’s gonna happen sooner or later’,” Chanyeol shakes his head, reaching down and intertwining your fingers. He lifts your knuckles to his lips, murmuring, “I want this to be memorable. I want you to enjoy yourself, my love.”

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Prompt: everyone keeps asking why they both keep wearing the pink & yellow color scheme mixed together (they share clothes)

Here you go!

Kimberly had been wearing Trini’s bomber jacket all day, the same bomber jacket Trini wore when they first found the power coins, the jacket Trini wore the first time they met. Something about the jacket made Kim’s heart clench, it smelled faintly like her, trees and pinewood, the smell of the forest, calming and refreshing. Kimberly could also smell the hints of a floral perfume, but it didn’t cover the earthly smell. The jacket smelled like Trini, like safety. Kimberly hadn’t meant to take it, she really hadn’t. She had climbed through Trini’s window last night, same as always, with krispy kreme donuts, for the sheer irony, and she lost track of the time, she usually does when she is with Trini, finding herself lost in the girls bright smile, her doe eyes, everything about Trini was warm, and comfortable. Trini was home. Kimberly always made sure to leave before the sun rose, every time, to make sure that she didn’t get caught by her parents, even though leaving Trini was difficult, her girlfriend begging her to stay and cuddle, among other things, though she usually was pretty good at saying no, the keyword being usually. Last night, she wasn’t as good as saying no as she thought she was, which was proven in more ways than one.

Kimberly had woken the next morning, the sun shining through the window blinding her, as she was laying in bed with Trini, the majority of her clothes spewed across the room, Trini’s soft brown hair spread across the sheets in front of her. The smaller girl was pressed up against her, Kim’s arm thrown over her midsection, holding her close, the other girls chest falling at an even pace, Trini’s light snoring filling Kim’s ears. Kimberly took in the calm for a moment, appreciating the beautiful girl in front of her, who was also her girlfriend. She then realized where she was. At Trini’s house, in the morning, after sneaking out of her house to see Trini. Kimberly jolted out of bed, quickly checking the time on her phone, which was in her pants, which were thrown across the room, on Trini’s desk, along with the assortment of their clothes everywhere, it was five a.m., giving her about an hour to get home, before her parents realized she wasn’t home. Trini started groaning, as Kimberly ran around the room, trying to grab her clothes, as she rushed to get home. Trini’s words were barely audible, but Kimberly could make out a “what the fuck?”,also a “its too early for this”, and a “come back here,” which is what Trini said as she pulled Kimberly back, tugging on her arm, Kimberly falling back into the bed, as Trini tried to pull her closer, Trini still being half asleep.

“Trin! Trini I have to go, unless you want my parents to find out their daughter isn’t home.”

Kimberly exclaimed, trying to pull herself from the other girl, who was incredibly strong, but if she was being honest, she wasn’t really trying that hard, not wanting to leave herself. Trini’s grip didn’t loosen, still pulling Kimberly closer, a small smirk on her face.

“Well that’s too bad princess. Maybe if you hadn’t suggested other activities last night, you would’ve been home on time.”

Trini teased, a mischievous grin on her face as she yanked the other girl forward again. Kimberly was about to yell Trini’s name but stopped herself, realizing that Trini’s parents were literally across the hall. Kimberly falls right next to Trini, their faces inches apart. Her breath hitches as she tries teasing back.

“Suggested, huh? So last night, that’s what you think suggesting is?” 

Kimberly hadn’t suggested it, but she certainly wasn’t opposed to it, she also wouldn’t admit that she was secretly hoping.

“I don’t remember you saying no, or complaining, but I do remember a few other words, like OH TRIN-“

Kimberly silences the other girl with a kiss, as they both melt into the kiss, Trini’s hand coming up to frame Kim’s face, her grip loosening on the other girl, allowing Kimberly to slip out of her iron grasp. Kim pulled away from the bed, a whine leaving Trini’s mouth, and rushed to grab all her clothes and her jacket, and she wasn’t really paying attention, mainly because of her incredibly adorable girlfriend whining and begging her to stay, even though they both knew how that’d turn out. Kimberly threw on a bunch of random clothes, anything she could pick from the assortment on Trini’s floor, before kissing her girlfriend quickly and rushing home, barely making it back before her mother came to ‘wake her up’.

What she hadn’t realized until she walked into school, was that the jacket she was wearing wasn’t hers. The sleeves were too short, it wasn’t long enough at the waist, it smelled faintly like pinewood and cedar, and it was bright yellow. It was Trini’s, which meant her pink shirt, and pinkish red jacket was at Trini’s, and that they had accidentally switched clothes. Kimberly didn’t mind, they’d done it before, but just in the safety of each others rooms, she liked the vague smell of Trini left on the collar, she liked how short the sleeves were too short, reminding her of how small her girlfriend was, something Trini was very defensive about, but Kimberly knew she secretly liked being the small spoon, having to stand on her tiptoes to kiss Kimberly, and wearing Kimberly’s clothes. She knew that nobody who didn’t know them personally wouldn’t notice, but she knew the boys would notice, but they didn’t know that Kim and Trini were dating, although they had been asking questions and wondering what had changed between the girls. So when Kim walks into english, which she has with Jason, she notices his eyes do a double take of the outfit, and how he narrows his eyes curiously, examining how Kim was acting, looking for any of the cues that she had been with Trini, happy, blissful, bashful. Jason wasn’t clueless, he was the team leader after all, he also knew the girls very well, noticing that they had changed in terms of friendliness, so Kim knew that he noticed she was wearing Trini’s jacket, and she waited for him to ask. Thirty minutes of class passed before he said anything.

“You’re wearing Trini’s jacket” 

It wasn’t so much a question, as it was a statement. Kimberly doesn’t turn her head away from the front, she just skims over her outfit before saying.

“I guess I am.”

Jason’s face scrunches up in confusion, as he nods his head slowly, looking back at the teacher. Kimberly had to contain her smirk, she could go along with this, teasing the poor, innocent boys.

What Kim didn’t know was that Trini had also switched her clothes, wearing Kimberly’s bright pink shirt, a colour very uncommon on her, but Kimberly had no complaints. As they went on through the school day, both girls got different confused questions from the the boys like, “um isn’t that Kim’s shirt?” and “when did you decide to start wearing the colour pink?” or “yellow’s new?” The girls were both getting joy out of seeing the boys confused, and Zack very suspicious.  

At the end of school, the boys confronted the girls, determined to find out what had been going on between them, ready to get their answer. As the girls were leaving school, both wearing a mix between pink and yellow, the boys stepped in front of them, Zack’s arms crossed, Jason eyes narrowing, trying to figure out what was going on, still slightly confused, and Billy, sweet sunshine child, just stood there, still very confused himself, but not really caring, a small across his face. Jason starts off.

“So…what’s going on with you two?” 

He asks vaguely, gesturing between the two girls. The girls share a quick glance, small mischievous smirks pulling at their faces, as they continues to tease and act clueless.

“What do you mean red? You jealous?”

Trini teases, causing Jason to stutter, his face almost as red as his suit. He doesn’t say anything else. Zack though, Zack wasn’t afraid to press.

“You’re sharing clothes, even perfume I think. You go out on cafe dates like everyday, and you two are suddenly very close, much closer than before, so what’s happened?”

He states, not wanting to push any boundaries, knowing he’d get his ass kicked. The girls just smile, and intertwine their hands and Billy just says sweetly.

“Well if you guys are happy, we’re happy too.” 

He says before clapping his hands, giving the girls a reassuring smile, but something in his eyes is telling them that he knows, that he understood, a small smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. Trini’s smirk widens as Kimberly speaks.

“Thanks Billy, and what can we say guys, we’re just your regular gal pals.” 

She pats Jason’s arm, before pulling Trini’s arm as they pick up their pace, leaving the boys clueless, but not a minute later, Kimberly hears Billy say something and then Jason and Zack yell in unison.

“WAIT A MINUTE!!!” 

Trini tugs Kimberly as they start to run, the boys chasing after them, questions being shouted, as they ran away, together.

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Ship: Baseball!Jimin | Mascot!Reader
Description: Jimin had a crush on you, the team mascot, for as long as you started working with him, though he was always too shy to confess to you. But maybe the tedious kiss cams can help this batter make a good catch for a change.
Warning: Fluff, Intercourse, Blowjob, Oral, Pretty Fucking Tame Compared to my Other Sin Works
Word Count: 5,229
A/N: OK, so I’ve been dying for Jimin to be in a baseball uniform, and just… what’s cuter than a Baseball player and a Mascot? I wanted something fluffy instead of just straight up sin but I hope you enjoyed the change of this compared to others! I found it sweet.

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The Perfect Blind Date - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Dylan O’Brien/Reader

Word Count: 10,822

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (both receiving), Multiple Orgasm, Public Kissing, Unprotected Sex, Morning Sex, Shirtless Dylan at the beach, Dylan on a motorcycle, slight shade coming from me towards my ex

Notes: So, @ninja-stiles an I were talking on day and we were sharing these motorcycle pictures of Dylan and Chris and we’re like “OMG WE SHOULD WRITE ABOUT THIS!” So, I wrote the Dylan side while she did the Chris side. The two fics are linked in plot but different in character and execution. So make sure to give hers a read as well! Also, this is slightly AU. Dylan is not famous here. Let him be a normal guy for a day y’all.

(As a note, her internet was being shitty today so I will post a link here as soon as she gets hers up! But still read hers once it is up because it is so good)

It’s hard to want to date when so many bad things have happened to you. One wrong turn in a relationship, and everything comes crashing down. Once that happens, why would you want to get back out there? You worry that the same thing will happen again, or that you won’t find the great guy you wish will sweep you off your feet the way you always imagine it.

Well, welcome to my life, honey.

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The Accents of the Seven and Reyna and Nico and Calypso

Percy: He lives in Manhattan, for fucks sake. His accent is loud and very thick, but you wouldn’t expect it because he’s mostly quiet since the Stoll bothers started to make fun of it. Tartarus made him even quieter, to the point where it’s barely a whisper. Now, he barely has an accent

Annabeth: After living in Virginia for some time, and I know what the accent is like after being there myself, it’s a dignified, subtle southern accent. She tries to hide it when talking, but getting very emotional or sleepy brings it out heavily. Like Percy, Tartarus has basically wiped it away as if it weren’t there to begin with

Jason: Living in California for 16 years doesn’t go away, I also know that because I’ve lived there myself for 15. It’s a cool, sorta laid back accent. But after being with the Legion for nearly literally his whole life, he has it clipped and you could barely hear it when he was praetor. Now, the fucker could be a surfer kid for all you know

Piper: An Oklahoman accent is a little tricky to spot. It’s not as twangy as a Texan accent nor as drawling as a Virginian accent, but somewhere right in between. It kinda reminds you about summer days and warm nights even when it’s below 0

Frank: He’s Canadian, so unless he’s flustered, you don’t hear the stereotypical accent that most Americans poke fun at. You do hear it on occasion in his Z’s and long O’s

Hazel: She lived in New Orleans, Louisiana for quite some time. That accent can never go away. A friend of mine told me that it’s called Sweet Southern. Because when you hear it, it sounds like honey being dripped into your ears. Supposedly

Leo: Even though he’s lived in Texas most of his life, I like to think he has a bit of a Spanish accent underlying the Texan twang he has. It’s not obnoxious, but you do kinda expect some Spanish guitar to come in out of nowhere when he gets worked up over an invention

Calypso: She is as Greek as you can get. The arm/hand gestures when she gets passionate in her conversation, the thick Grecian accent in every syllable that has Leo hanging onto every time she talks. It’s not going away, even after 3,000 years

Reyna: Since she’s from Portugal, she has a thick Portuguese accent in her English. And since we all know how terrifying it is to hear Spanish being yelled at you, just imagine hearing Portuguese being calmly spoken to you with rage simmering underneath

Nico: He was raised in Italy for a while in his youth before the Lotus Hotel and Casino. Don’t even try to get me to think that he doesn’t do the hand thing when he gets frustrated by Will when Nico needs to have a physical done

anonymous asked:

Please do a jealous Jughead fic that ends in smut

okay so I am slowly but surely getting through your asks! Thanks to everyone who has sent me ideas! I promise I will get to them all, please be patient with me though haha

anyway thought I would knock a few birds out with one stone with this one! Thanks to all the wonderful anons who sent these requests! Full disclosure most of my asks is smutty requests haha so get ready! 

Anyway hope you enjoy it ;) sorry it’s a bit long! 

warnings: smut, smut, smut, sin and smut. [with a bit of plot for good measure]

ENVY: The colour of sin

Jealously was not an emotion Jughead was overly fond of. In fact he thinks it’s his least favourite of all the emotions on the broad spectrum of human feeling.

The cause of such jealously; Archie Andrews not so subtly attempting to gain the attentions of Betty Cooper.

It was a paradox- Jughead being jealous of Archie’s jealously and he knew it made zero sense. Yet he couldn’t help the green eyed monster rearing its ugly head when he saw the pair exit the doors of Riverdale High on Friday afternoon.

Well actually if he was being honest, the green eyed monster had been rearing its ugly head for a week now. He had noticed Archie’s preoccupation with his girlfriend grow over the weeks and while he had at first dismissed it as missing his best friend and seeking comfort in her after everything with his dad, Jughead now knew it was actually due to seeking her affections. He hadn’t worked out yet whether Archie himself was actually aware of his change in behaviour toward Betty, but it was irking Jughead none the less. And so he had taken it upon himself to brave the civil war-esque dangers of being at Riverdale high and pick his girlfriend up from school that afternoon; rather than endure another tortured afternoon imaging the moves Archie was putting on her while they walked home.

Betty was sporting her usual pony tail and radiant smile, looking gorgeous as ever, so yeah he got why Archie felt inclined to be attracted toward her. What he couldn’t comprehend was his “best friend’s” need to tug on her pony tail and let his hand linger in the golden locks longer than necessary, before slinging his arm across her shoulders.

Jughead’s eyes narrowed despite Betty casually lifting Archie’s arm off of her with a laugh.

Unable to watch the scenes of ‘All American Boy Next Door tries to win heart of Girl Next Door after realising mistake of letting her go’ any longer Jughead pushed himself off the side of the truck.

“Hey you,” he called casually across the car park in the direction of the pair.

Betty’s eyes instantly strayed from Archie, her green orbs landing on him and immediately alighting. The surprised smile that graced her features temporarily dousing the flames of the burning aggravation inside him.

“Juggie!” she exclaimed through a laugh, practically skipping toward him.

Jughead’s blue gaze softened, the iciness directed at his friend instantly morphing into amused adoration as his girlfriend bounded into his arms. Betty’s own arms wrapped around his shoulders while his found perch on her slender waist.

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Request: Hi can I have a Fionn whitehead or Jack lowden imagine something like the reader (American cuz I love the two accents together) is working on the set when she meets whichever you choose because she takes behind the scene photos. Feel free to change anything around

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You don’t even really remember how it started. One moment you were wandering around the beaches of Dunkirk on vacation, taking pictures of everything you could, breathing in as much history as you could, and the next moment you were being offered a job.

You were a massive fan of ‘Inception’ and ‘The Dark Knight’, so you knew who Christopher Nolan was as soon as he walked up to you. He asked to look at the pictures you had taken, and you were too stunned to say anything as you handed him your camera.

Ten minutes later he was telling you he wanted you to come work on his new film as a behind the scenes photographer. You’d follow the cast and crew around, snapping pictures as you saw fit. He really wanted you to capture the reality of Dunkirk, while also seeing the silly side of film production. He told you it wouldn’t be easy.

You accepted the next day.

Now here you were 3 months later, back on the beaches of Dunkirk for the first time since that day. You’d been following Chris around while they shot the scenes for the civilian boats and some of the Air Force scenes. For the next 2 months you would be on the beaches of Dunkirk, filming all the beach scenes. They wouldn’t be pulling the land, sky and sea pieces together for another 4 months.

During the last 3 months, you had gotten really close with Tom Glynn Carney and Barry Keoghan. The three of you got in so much mischief together, always pulling pranks on the other cast and crew.

You never pulled pranks on Cillian Murphy though, you absolutely idolized him. When you first were introduced to him, you just stood there and gaped at him. You had managed to pull yourself together, only to gush to him about how much you loved his work. He had been so nice, answering all the questions you had with a smile. You’d found out he was a history nerd like yourself, and the two of you went exploring some of the World War II battlefields when you had days off.

Even if you got along well with him, you still found yourself getting star struck around the actor. You’d never be able to prank him.

You were gonna miss spending time with those guys, but you were excited about working on the beaches of Dunkirk. There was something about being on those beaches, knowing what happened there, standing where those allied troops stood so many years ago that made being a part of this film so special.

It was around noon when you started making your way to the set, looking down at your camera as you went. The sky was a bit over cast, so you were messing with the filter of the lens. You weren’t paying attention at all, when suddenly you felt a shoulder bump into yours, knocking you to the ground.

“Bloody hell Harry, at least watch where you’re going!” A voice spoke, helping you up from the ground. You dusted your shirt off, before glancing up at the two boys. You looked at the boy who knocked you over first, recognizing him as the well known singer Harry Styles. When you looked at the other boy, your breath got caught in your throat.

You’d seen plenty of pictures of the newcomer to the film, and you’d heard Chris rave about this guys acting chops. You had been anxious to meet him, but you hadn’t expected him to be so gorgeous. Especially in his soldiers uniform.

“Alright there love? Didn’t mean to knock you over.” Harry apologized, breaking your slight daze. You looked over at him with a smile, shaking your head.

“No worries, I should’ve been paying more attention.” You assured him, holding up your camera slightly to emphasize your point.

“Are you American?” The second voice asked curiously, snapping your attention to him. His green eyes met yours, sending a jolt down your spine.

“I am.” You responded simply, shrugging your shoulders.

“Camera, American, Pretty… you must be Y/N, eh? Chris told us you’d be taking some pictures of us during filming.” Fionn said, making you blush when he called you pretty. You saw Harry smirking out of the corner of your eye, but you ignored it.

“That’s me!” You answered, smiling shyly at him. “Chris has talked about you two as well. He said you’re both incredible actors. Can’t wait to see you boys in action.”

“Hear that Fionn?” Harry joked, throwing an arm around said boys shoulders. “Miss Y/N here thinks we’re incredible actors.” He teased, nudging Fionn as his cheeks reddened.

“I said Chris told me that. I haven’t seen either of you act yet, so you have yet to impress me.” You told the cheeky boy, rolling your eyes.

“Feisty!” Harry said, smirking as he backed away in faux surrender. “Fionn loves his women feisty.” With that, Harry turned tail and dashed away from the now irritated Fionn.

“Harry!” Fionn exclaimed in annoyance, moving to take after him. Before he could leave, you grabbed his arm and turned him back towards you.

“It’s alright, Harry’s just messing with you. I don’t mind.” You told him sincerely, smiling as he relaxed.

“You’re right. I just get a wee anxious around new people. Especially ones as beautiful as you.” He said, eyes wandering over your face. Though suddenly he froze, realizing what he had just said. “I mean, er-”

“That’s sweet Fionn, thank you.” You told him, blushing slightly. Then, deciding to save the boy from further awkwardness, you turned towards the set. “We should probably head to set, Chris wants to get as much as he can done today since the weather will be bad tomorrow.” You told him, gesturing for him to follow you.

The two of you walked side by side, getting to know each other as you went. The rest of the day was spent with Fionn doing his scenes, you taking pictures, and the two of you talking in between breaks. You really enjoyed talking to him, he was really funny and sweet, and you both had a lot in common.

“What do you mean you’ve never seen Goodfellas?” Fionn exclaimed in an outraged voice as he had his make up done before his next scene. “It’s one of the best films!”

“I don’t know, I just never saw it.” You shrugged, and then moments later you brought the camera to your face and snapped a picture.

“Hey!” Fionn exclaimed, though he was laughing. You quickly snapped another picture, smiling at the way his eyes crinkled as he laughed. “Quit it!”

“Chris just asked me to take pictures behind the scenes, he never specified what type of pictures!” You teased, backing away from him with a smile on your face.

“I’ll get those photographs, even if I have to wrestle the camera from you!” He shouted after you, his eyes narrowed at you as you laughed harder.

“I’d like to see you try!”

Later that night you retired back to your trailer, satisfied with the photos you had taken that day. You were exhausted, even if it was only 9 o'clock at night. You decided to just get changed and relax for the rest of the evening.

Just as you finished changing, there was a knock on the trailer door. Throwing your dirty clothes in the bin, you made your way to the front of the room. You were surprised at who you saw when you opened the door.

“Fionn?” You asked, watching as the boy fidgeted slightly in your doorway.

“I brought over Goodfellas, I thought you might want to watch it together?” He asked nervously, scratching the back of his neck. You smiled at him, pulling the door open wider.

“I’d like that, come on in.”

Poseidon

Greek Gods Series
Prologue Poseidon Ares Aphrodite Apollo Hades Hermes Zeus
Ship: Pirate!Mina | Pirate!Reader | Merman!Jimin
Description: Pirate!AU | Beginning your new life as a pirate had its hardships- and it all started with something called Fate.
Warnings: Fingering, Oral, Dirty Talk, Exhibitionism? Violence, Assault, Angst, Death
Word Count: 15,257
A/N: Cover finally up! Enjoy the first part of this series! It took me forever to write.

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You’re Safe Here (Dean x Reader)

Requested by anon.Enjoy!

Originally posted by im-in-trbl

“What’s your ideal husband?”

“I like a man that’s a mystery, someone that doesn’t talk very much, those are the ones that are the most affectionate. I prefer to just cuddle than talk, I like a man that knows what he is doing, he is not afraid to take risks and get touchy feely. I think it’s because i’m not good with words so touching is my way of showing affection.”

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“What’s your ideal wife?”

“I like a girl that’s more of an acting than talking. Someone that delicately sexy, I like a strong gaze in a woman. Someone tha'ts silently having my back and even though she will talk shit in front of me, she will cut someone that talks bad behind my back. A dynamic duo”

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Getting to be with Hyuk was something that you felt blessed about experiencing. He was pretty much the man of your dreams, the chemistry you had was over flowing and everyone that watched the show could see it. From silly missions, to random actions of affection, like playing with your curly hair, to teasing the other but then hugging them cause you felt bad. It was a relationship you wish you had without having to sign a contract and cameras following you.

You were a bit sad that it was the last episode of We Got Maried, it meant that you and Hyuk would have to go your seperate ways. You would go back to your job as an actress and he would go back to singing like an angel.

“Keep them close”

“If this is a sick joke, I will beat you until you bleed”

You threatened him as he carefully covered your eyes, so he won’t ruin your eye make up. He guided you somewhere and then stopped you. You could feel the curiousity bubbling up, you were tempted to rip his hand of from your eyes to see what he was hiding, but you knew it was something he had probably worked hard for and you didn’t want to ruin it for him. So you just bit your lips and patiently waited for him to reveal his surprise.

“1,2….3”

a beautiful set of a couch and a big tv was set right in the garden, you could already recognize your favorite snacks and the fluffy blankets that were perfectly folded on the side of the couch. One of the most brightest smiles reached your lips, you even showed your teeth, you rarely did that because of your insecurity of your crooked front teeth.

“Aww Hyuk, this is beautiful”

“Come on, I picked the best movie”

He took your hand and sat next to you on the very comfortable couch. He passed you the pink blanket, knowing that it was one of your favorite colours and he kept the creme coloured on for him. You took of your shoes and put your legs up to get cozy.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes”

He pressed play and his song “bonnie & clyde” reached your ears, catching you off guard. You turned to look at him confused but he didn’t even turn his head towards you, so you forgot the idea about him giving you an explanation. They were clips of the show, mixed with clips form him m/v, that caught your interested but made you even more confused, you were never the patient one.

“I’m so happy you were my wife. You were a lovely partner and great company, i’ll miss your weird laugh and your savage comments. I hope my wife can be just like you, I hope I made you feel happy and was a good husband to you, cause you deserve the perfect one. You are my ideal wife”

You read this in the screen and you could already feel your heart full of love. You never knew he felt like this, your relationship was more of a goofy one, you never expected this from him. It was such a loving gesture that you appreaciated very much.

“Ahhh why you had to make me cry?”

You turned away and carefully wiped the corners of your eyes. It was the first time that someone did something so sweet for you, you didn’t reallt know how to take it or how to respond.

“I didn’t want to make you cry”

“Happy tears”

You said as you faced him again with a smile. He saw your watery eyes and he couldn’t help but feel kind of bad, even though he knew you were not hurt, but just over emotional. He just reached for your hair and pulled them away from your face and over your shoulder, he always liked how you looked without hair on your face, he wanted to see your whole face on it’s entire glory.

“I’ll miss you too”

“It was fun wasn’t it?”

“Very much…. maybe too much fun. Look at us, all sappy and shit. You already know that when this airs everyone will think were are dating”

“Probably, I don’t blame them. Who wouldn’t want to be with a woman like you?”

You giggled at his compliment. You sat inches away from him, you really did hope that you could keep him in your life, although you didn’t know if that was possible, your careers might be both on the spotlight but they were based of from very different things. You acted on impulse and gave him a hug, resting your chin on his shoulder as he slowly rubbed circles on your back, making you feel comfort and some type of affection.

“I won’t do it. I won’t do it”

You whispered to yourself, in a desperate attempt to make yourself hold back the tears from starting again. You always had that thing of avoiding to cry in front of others, it just made you feel like you were making them pity you.

“I won’t look, you’re safe here”

“Thank you for a wonderfull marriage Hyuk, I never took the chance to thank you for this”

“Don’t thank me, you deserved every piece of it”

You pulled away from him and pulled all your hair back, you never thought that coming to this would make you feel so much for a guy. He really was what you exactly wanted.

“I have a suggestion, instead of leaving the rings, we switch them. You’ll have something from me and i’ll have something from you”

You just nodded. You both took of your “wedding rings” and gave it to each other. You immediately put it on, since it fit you, but he just kept it and put it on the pocket of his flannel.

“Now we have something to keep us together”

Guilty Kiss

( The reader teases Peter a little too much, and things get out of hand. )

A/N: My love for Peter Parker ( and Tom Holland ) knows no bounds. And I’m still sobbing over Tom Holland. TBH if I had a boyfriend like Peter, I would tease him every moment I get. Except that I’m usually the flustered shy one. Requests are open, BTW, so send them in!  

Taglist: @mainspidey | @x-wing-starwriter | @tomsleftbrow | @tryn25 


“Where is my evac, Clint?” Your voice is tinged with irritation as you switch on your comm-link. Breathe, (Y/n). Don’t yell. “Clint? Please tell me that you aren’t sleeping on the job.”

Your heels click against the tiled floor of a long, narrow passage. You’ve disabled the two guards stationed at the entrance of the archives before they could raise the alarm but there’s no telling how long it would take before someone competent realizes what’s going on.

“I’m here, I’m here. Sheesh, can’t a guy step out to get a cup of coffee for one second –”

Somewhere in the distance, an alarm erupts, screeching through the airways. Dang it. The patrol must have found the bodies.

“Not when I’m in blind in a Hydra facility. So help me, Clint –”

“Alright, alright, no need to get huffy with me. Besides, Spidey’s got your back.”

A smile flits across your face at the mention of Peter. The awkward, adorable boy is easy to be with, and is even easier to love, and you like him. A lot. You’re sure that Clint can hear the smile in your voice when you say, “He’s securing the perimeter. So no.”

“I’m in Wing C. I think.” Ripping the emergency map off the wall, you consider the corridors and say, “Yeah, definitely Wing C. Files are with me.”

“Nice job, kid. Get to the roof, and I’ll pick the two of you up from there.”

The affectionate nickname sends a wave of warmth crashing over you, and your smile widens. “Sure. See you in ten.”

“Peter, you there?” Turning off your comm-link, you pull your phone out of your pocket, dialling his number by heart. You hope he’ll pick up. “It’s me.”

He does. Peter’s voice sounds as though he’s holding his phone at arm’s length. He’s put you on speaker too; you can hear muffled screams and thumps on Peter’s end, but none of them sound like him. In fact, it sounds as though he’s having fun.

“Spider 1 to Agent 1. Copy. Over.”

You make a mental note to never, ever let Peter watch anymore James Bond movies. His “spy lingo” is downright atrocious.

And for the millionth time since the two of you had started dating, you start to laugh. “You have seriously been watching too many spy movies. Is the perimeter secure?”

“Hey, you watched them all with me! Over.”

He’s avoiding the question, you realize, and your smile falters the tiniest bit. “Peter?”

“Um.” His voice is sheepish as it floats over the speakers. “Um, yeah, it’s secure. More or less. Over.”

“What’s less?” You ask, pinching the bridge of your nose and bracing for bad news.

“Less as in one of the guards may have called for backup before I could stop him. So prepare for incoming. Over.”

“Thanks, Spider 1,” You drawl out sarcastically, your voice rising above a symphony of rapidly approaching footsteps. As yet unnoticed, you duck behind a now abandoned security desk, keeping your voice hushed. “Now could you please get over to Wing C? Our ride’s waiting.”

“Copy that. Spider 1, out. Over.”

There’s a loud commotion. A group of men whisk past you. Six go down the hall you’d come from, and one mutters, “We aren’t paid enough for this.” Some enter the elevators. They’re all dressed haphazardly, as if they’ve been roused from sleep and had had to hurry. There must be a facility close by. Like army barracks, maybe. You’d have to be careful to avoid it.

You gaze longingly at the doors to the stairwell leading to the roof.

Two men stay behind and assume their positions, forcing you to inch your way around the desk to continue to hide your presence. You sit for a moment, trying to decide on your next move.

There’s only one thing to do, really.

Crawling to the end of the desk, you peek out around the edge, noting the exact positions of the guards. Yanking your ICER ( ‘Incapacitating Cartridge Emitting Raygun’ ) out of your thigh sheath, you cock your weapon and fire. Sticky pellets containing 50,000 volts find their way into bare skin. Their bodies perform involuntary twitching dances; they’re unconscious by the time they hit the ground.

Your heels click as you stride forwards, picking your way over motionless arms and legs. The door to the stairwell flies open, a black-clad figure appears in the doorway. Oh, well. Too late to hide now. Shrugging, you walk closer, but no one else comes to stop you. Fixing a pleasant smile onto cherry red lips, you ready your ICER.

“Hey, baby,” The mook leers, eyes lingering far too long on your chest and legs for your liking. “Did you come here to play?”

Gross. Your smile slips. You’ve just taken out two of his underlings, and that’s the best he can come up with? Forget the ICER; you’re going to enjoy beating this guy up. You aren’t going to give him the satisfaction of a response. Instead, you tuck your ICER back into your thigh sheath and shift into a defensive position.

“That’s funny, babe. Where did you learn that? On TV?”

Okay. One response. A stinging anticipation winds through you as you stalk forwards. “Why don’t you come over here and find out?”

When he makes his next move – a punch that practically oozes contempt and confidence – you’re ready. You duck, avoiding impact, and he swipes air. You deliver a vicious kick, buckling his knees. As he goes down with a yelp of pain, you elbow him in the back of the head. Yeah. Forget honour. You’ll go with dirty.

He attempts to rise. You waste no time in leaping onto him, planting yourself on his neck and pinning his shoulders to the floor. As far as most deaths go, this one isn’t all together unpleasant; at least this creep is being suffocated by the thighs of a girl, which is more than he deserves.

“My name is not babe. I’m (F/n) (L/n), and I am this close to crushing your misogynistic skull with my thighs.”

His face is turning a funny shade of puce. You let him suffer for a few more seconds before you pull out your ICER and stun him.

“Holy shit.”

Peter’s soft, awe-filled whisper catches you completely off guard. From your place atop of the Hydra mook, his face still crushed between your thighs, you offer Peter a wicked grin, which makes his heart stutter in his chest. He gulps audibly, a gesture which does not go unnoticed by you.

Relax, Peter,” You purr, looking up at him from under thickly dusted lashes. “How long have you been here?”

“Long enough to see you crush him with your thighs,” Peter manages, his gaze ping-ponging from the mook unconscious on the floor to your unconventional seat, your face radiant and flushed and pretty. “I don’t know why I rushed over.”

“Because you love me?” Batting your eyelashes, you smile a sweet, sweet smile, looking as though butter wouldn’t melt in your mouth. “And your life would have a noted lack of (Y/n) if I wasn’t around?”

Much to your surprise, Peter actually nods. You can’t see his face under his mask, but you know Peter’s smiling over the blush that paints his cheeks. Huffing out a laugh, you release the male from your clutches, straightening your skirt and thigh highs. Unlike Agent Romanoff, who prefers skin-tight spandex during combat, you’re particularly fond of skirts, which allow for ease of movement.

That, and it’s easier to take down people when they’re busy ogling your bare legs.

Peter’s trying not to stare. The operative word being ‘trying’. He’s manfully covered the eye-holes of his mask, but his fingers are splayed too widely for them to truly be effective at blocking your figure out.

You keep a neutral, pleasant smile on your lips as you stand, the one that Peter hates because he can’t tell what you’re hiding. An idea is forming in your head, the gears in your mind turning. You feel a bit mean for what you’re about to do, but the desire to see Peter squirm wins out.

Slowly, deliberately, you hitch your skirt up so that it settles high up on your hips, revealing the wide gap of skin between your stockings and your skirt. Your tongue darts out to swipe across glossy lips as you walk over to Peter, swaying your hips strictly more than necessary.

You’re rewarded with a strangled squeak. He’s given up his charade of “a little peeking”, and is unabashedly staring at every shimmy and shake of your hips. You’re sure Peter knows exactly what you’re playing at, but he doesn’t have it in him to tell you to stop, it seems.

Peter’s stammered protests are swallowed up when you push up his mask to press a kiss to his lips. It starts slow at first, but soon speeds up into something wild. His hands settle on your hips while yours try to tug his shirt off – only to remember that he’s in spandex, not cotton. You groan in frustration, Peter hastily untangles himself from you and hastily backs away.

(Y/n)!” Peter sounds scandalized as he tries to protest again, his voice dazed and accusatory all at the same time – although he doesn’t sound all that mad that you’d technically seduced him into an impromptu make-out session in a Hydra base. “We’re still – We can’t!”

“I know, I know,” You say on a laugh, giving him a last, quick peck on the mouth before Peter tugs his mask back into place, hiding cheeks tinted pink. “I’m sorry! I couldn’t resist.”

Dropping your voice into a conspiratorial whisper, “I’ll take care of your, ah, problem later at home, okay?”

You dance off down the hallway with a laugh, your skirt still hitched up high, swishing around your thighs as you go. Peter groans from behind you, and you wave cheerily at him over your shoulder.

You can’t wait to get back home.

2

Mark told us to tweet any pictures of our pets watching the stream with us, so this is what I sent out, and it gives you guys a little bit of insight, I think. While I am overwhelmed with worries about my life situation and finances, this is the thing that has emotionally devastated me the most- because everything else I knew I could handle with the best boy in the world on my side. I thought we were going to have so much more time with him. But life has other plans, sometimes, and I don’t have much longer with my best friend. 

I have a happy little Mark-related story for you, though. Max never had much of a concept of technology. You know when you see those dogs watching TV and jumping around when a dog shows up, or getting excited to see their owner on Skype or something? Yeeeeeah, that was never Max. If you were on the other end of the phone and called his name, even while the phone was up to his ear, he’d run off and search the house for you. A sweet gesture, but not exactly the intended effect. Besides that, he’d just ignore any sort of technology.

Mark was a little different for Max. He still didn’t get it, of course, but he saw the effects. When I was suffering through a particularly rough part of my depression, I didn’t get out of bed much. This concerned Max, and if I wasn’t up by a certain time, he’d come in my room and push his cold nose on my face until I got up. I’m not kidding, by the way- I have an entire album on my phone, just of photos of him coming to wake me up.

Anyway, I made a rule for myself that I could only watch Youtube on days when I had gotten out of bed or accomplished something. It was a way to keep me from spending all day moping around. Once the day was “over”, if it had been a successful day, I would curl up under my blankets and watch Mark’s 2 uploads from that day. I generally didn’t wear headphones.

All this babbling to say, Max came to associate Markiplier’s voice with me feeling good, so when he heard it, he would relax. Sometimes we’d snuggle up together, sometimes he’d wander off to check on the rest of the family, but the point is that he knew Mark’s voice meant, “everything is okay”.

Things have changed over the past few years. I’m doing better, and Max’s time is almost up. He’s gone blind, and the fact that he doesn’t know where anything is gives him anxiety and, occasionally, panic attacks. But after I guide him up the stairs to rest next to me, I’ll sometimes take the headphones out of my computer and let the sound play out loud.

Sometimes, his breathing will slow, and his tail will thump against the ground a little.

Sometimes, he sticks his tongue out, letting it fall to the side in contentment. 

And sometimes. he and I will fall asleep together like old times, his head nudging my computer out of my lap in order to scoot closer.

I don’t know how many of these times we have left, but I cherish every single one.

Thank you, Mark, from Max and I.

future fruit

Min Yoongi / Suga / Agust D | BTS
8,375 words | DRAMA/FLUFF
warnings for language
(unnamed OC)

a playlist because I felt like it, it’s a strange collection but they’re all songs I listened to writing this.

Originally posted by hoseokxx

The first time Yoongi shows up at her apartment, she’s just finished cleaning up her after-dinner mess and opened her laptop for a movie, wanting a quiet night in.

“I hope this is okay,” he says after she opens the door to him slumped against the frame, purpled exhaustion painted into his lacrimal groove and a reddened darkness in the outer corner, as if one of his makeup artists had applied a rusty shadow to elongate his eyes and create depth.

“You said to come over if I needed,” he adds.

She nods. “Of course, come on in.”

He shuffles in, toeing off his shoes in the cramped entryway space, then follows her into the small Gangnam studio apartment. He looks around at her minimal decor, enough to show glimpses of her personality, but little enough to keep her space from feeling overcrowded and busy, the pale peachy wall color cocooning him in warmth.

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I Know You Like Me So Just Confess

        Request: can u make an imagine where the reader loves klaus and he figures it out by the way she’s acting around him and tries to make her confess and they end up together in the end??        

Characters: Reader and Klaus

Warnings: Um…minor swearing and a lot of fluff?   

You were in the Mikaelson’s kitchen looking for some food when Klaus walked in.

“Hello love,” he greeted as he came to stand behind you and help you reach your favorite treat that was just out of your reach. Your heart started to race from his close proximity and his voice. You prayed that he wouldn’t notice, but you were afraid he did when you caught that little smirk cross his face when he handed you the treats.

“Hi Klaus,” you smiled softly before offering him some of your food.

“You know I don’t particularly care for those love,” Klaus chuckled.

“Really? You always have them here though,” you were confused as to why he would keep something in the house that he nor his siblings really ate.

“Because they’re your favorite treat,” Klaus shrugged as if it were obvious and he hadn’t just made you melt at the sweet gesture.

“Oh…thank you for buying them,” you blushed when he gave you that crooked smile. Klaus smiled to himself when you turned to grab a plate for your treats. Your actions around him and your reactions to him were telling him that you had feelings for him and all he needed to do was get you to admit it and he could make you his. He knew it wouldn’t be easy, but when it came to you he could be incredibly patient.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you something love,” he spoke when you turned back to him.

“What’s that?” you asked intrigued.

“You spend a lot of time here and I’ve never really seen you interact much with anyone from the Scooby gang.”

“That’s not really a question Klaus,” you chuckled.

“I’m just wondering if there’s anyone else in your life. Anyone special? Nice accent, makes your heart race perhaps?” a smirk grew on Klaus’s face when you displayed a deer caught in headlights look on your face.

“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you attempted to rush from the room, but Klaus was in front of you in less than a second.

“I think you do love. Why don’t you just admit it?”

“Because it’s not true and you don’t like to be lied to,” you tried to cover for yourself once more.

“You’re absolutely right, I don’t,” Klaus agreed pointedly.

“So why would I tell you that I like you that way then?”

“I know you know I’m not stupid enough to buy that love,” Klaus growled.

“Why does it matter? You’re head over heels for Caroline!” you couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“You think that I fancy Caroline? You couldn’t be more wrong love, yes, I get along with her, but a lot of our conversations are about you and Tyler,” Klaus spoke softly and cupped your face in his hands.

“You…you don’t like Caroline that way?”

“No, she is nothing but a close friend love. I only see you that way,” Klaus admitted.

“I see you that way too,” you blushed.

“I know, I’ve had suspicions for a while, but I needed to gather proof and I wanted to hear you say it,” Klaus chuckled.

“Just telling me that you had feelings wouldn’t have worked for you?”

“No, too overdone for my taste,” Klaus teased.

“You’re kind of an ass, you know.”

“I know, but I’m your ass,” Klaus shrugged before kissing you sweetly.

A/N: I really like how I ended this one!

anonymous asked:

Do you know any just plain established relationship fluff? Thanks !

I sure found some!  Mix of pairings and ratings but all complete. Enjoy!  -Emmy

Originally posted by memeingtonroad

Snowy Scales by TriscuitsandSoup 

(993 I General I Complete)  *steter, merman!stiles, arranged marriage

A merman and a snowstorm was a strange combination, but somehow they just seemed to work.

Snow Storm in August by TriDom 

(1,121 I General I Complete)  *stetopher, wolf!stiles

Chris comes home from a business trip and finds the living room covered in white.

Werewolves and WebMD by TriscuitsandSoup 

(1,553 I Not Rated I Complete)  *stetopher, sick!stiles and chris

During a battle with some changelings Stiles and Chris are pushed into a lake and wind up getting themselves sick, leaving Peter to take care of them. Too bad Peters never had a cold before.

Sticky Buns by DenaCeleste 

(1,603 I Explicit I Complete)  *stetopher

Chris hoisted Stiles over his shoulder. “I’m pulling rank. We need a snack.” He punctuated with a swift smack to Stiles’ bottom. “We’re going to eat you up, pretty boy. Then you can go back to cooking. Sound like a plan?”

Morning by azerblazer 

(1,624 I Mature I Complete)  *steter, domestic

Stiles is an early bird, rising before the dawn.
Peter is a zombie, stumbling and groaning out of bed after his favorite warm body.

Maybe It Was His Fault by brandileeder 

(2,182 I Not Rated I Complete)  *chris/stiles, magic!stiles

You could not blame Chris for this. Really. He was getting older, his senses still sharp but not what they were as a younger man. At 42 he couldn’t be expected to be constantly aware of his surroundings while in his own home. Also, it was before coffee, which should be excuse enough.

It also wasn’t his fault that his daughter decided to invite the werewolf pack she was apart of to their apartment, before dawn. It was Saturday and Chris wanted to sleep in before his date. But no, he was too nervous. God, he had a date. And he was nervous about it! His boyfriend made him feel like an awkward twenty something not a grown man with an established name in his career.

So, lack of proper sleep, increasing age, unyielding nerves, and his daughter were clearly to blame.

Our Best Made Plans All Laid To Waste (But We’re Still Standing Here) by SatanInACroptop

(2,483 I Teen I Complete)

Peter’s perfectly planned date for Christmas Eve with Stiles gets waylaid by long work hours and the hazards of mother nature.

He improvises.

AKA my Steter Secret Santa 2k14 fic for the amazing cocoslash.

You’re, Mine, And Ours by we_remain_together 

(2,673 I Explicit I Complete)  *petopher

“If you come near me with that,” Chris said in a very serious monotone, “I will stab you in the heart with a kitchen knife.”  

Or: The one where Chris finds Peter’s box of sex toys.

I Touched Your Lips and Held Your Hands When They Were Shaking by honeymoonmuke 

(2,950 I General I Complete)  *sterek

Derek knows just what to do when Stiles has a bad day.

Bees and Flowers by candyvan 

(3,377 I Mature I Complete)  *scott/stiles

In which Scott and Stiles are forced to go on a double date.

Surprise, I’m Engaged? by brandileeder 

(3,714 I General I Complete)   *steter, secret relationship

Stiles Stilinski has been dating Peter Hale for nearly 5 years. He proposed 8 months ago. Neither of their families know. Huh.

Lights, Camera, Action-Uhh? by DolorousDoll 

(3,906 I Explicit I Complete *derek/jackson

Jackson & Derek attempt to make a sex tape- it doesn’t go as planned. Halemore.  

Good, Giving, and Game by verity

 (5,385 I Explicit I Complete)  *sterek, knotting

They’ve been together long enough now that they don’t have arguments over the big stuff anymore: there’s a few things they’ve each accepted as fact. Derek hates Olive Garden. Stiles refuses to let Derek work on the Jeep. Derek doesn’t dance. They’re never going to get werewolf-married because Stiles is never going to do the thing where Derek locks his werewolf dick in Stiles’s ass and jizzes all up his colon while they lie on a bed of rose petals and listen to mood music.

Hell of a Life by runphoebe 

(7,131 I Explicit I Complete)  *sterek, stilinski family feels

Then, he gets the text. The text, okay. I’m pregnant, it reads. All unassuming, no punctuation or emoticons or, you know, actual emotion. Derek checks the date. It’s not April first. It’s the beginning of March, which Derek probably should have remembered. A moment later, another text comes in that says, Dad says I should have waited to tell you in person. Then, two seconds after that, He also says I shouldn’t have admitted that I told someone before you. Love you, boo. Call me.

Stiles and Derek have a baby. They are happy.

Some Losing Lucky Numbers by turnpikedarling 

(8,096 I Mature I Complete)  *sterek

DEREK HALE: PERFECT BOYFRIEND. That’s it. That’s the whole thing.

‘Cause Baby You’re a Firework by sterekruinedme

(8,686 I General I Complete)  *sterek

Just a happy little Fourth of July AU I wanted to write because it’s cute and my last fic was really sad.

Sunday by ofwordsandcoffee 

(9,088 I Mature I Complete)  *scott/stiles

Their usual lazy Sunday doesn’t go the way it usually does. Scott can’t complain though.

You’re On My Mind (More Than You Know) by veterization 

(11,810 I Explicit I Complete)   *steter, sick!stiles

Stiles is sick with a cold. Peter sticks around.

To Keep a Wave Upon the Sand by HandsAcrossTheSea

(11,985 I Explicit I Complete)  *scott/isaac

New town, new opportunities.  Which means a day long date just for two.  Fluff so sweet it’ll give you diabetes.

Glad Tidings by stilinskisparkles 

(24,116 I Mature I Complete)  *sterek

“Eight people are going to be descending on our home in a mere matter of days, Derek.” Stiles grabs the pizza box, uses it to gesture at the pile of books and papers under the table, away and towards Derek’s sneaker collection. “You want them to think we live like this all the time?”

“We do live like this all the time,” Derek huffs, stretching lazily.