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Daddy’s girl

Harry hurts his daughter’s feelings when he plays favorites

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This is PURE ANGST it’s not SMUT no matter how kinky the title sounds

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“And where do you think you were all night long?” Harry stands in the kitchen, a glass of water sitting in front of him as he stares a stare that could burn a hole through his daughter. His hair is disheveled from waking up in the middle of his sleep, and just when he’d walked downstairs to get some water - assuming all three of his children were asleep - he spotted his 16 year old daughter tiptoeing in through the front door of their large house.

Rose flinches, eyes shutting as she wishes to poof her way out of the situation. She knew she would be grounded for the rest of the week. Harry didn’t have much trust in her, and wouldn’t believe that she was just trying to stay out of her home at her friend Ellie’s house, but it was true. She wasn’t doing drugs, drinking, having sex, or anything that he probably thought she was doing.

“I’ll just go ground myself for the rest of the week.” She simply says. Harry nods momentarily, agreeing with her punishment, but he doesn’t like that she doesn’t seem affected by it at all. So before she can reach the large marble staircase, he changes the circumstances to her punishment.

“Rest of the month, Rose. You’ve got to know what you’ve done.” Y/N’s fists ball at her sides, and she tries not to show her anger boiling up in her chest. She knew that if Ethan - her brother who was just a year older than her - had been the one showing up late, he would’ve been met with a disappointed conversation and no real circumstance.

“Dad, don’t you think that’s a little too far?” She questions, Green eyes locking onto his own as they stare at each other across the living room. He shakes his head, he loved his daughter, but he needed her to know that sneaking out and doing lord knows what wasn’t an appropriate behavior, especially when he was once her age and knew exactly what kids did at 16.

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You Shook Me — Brian May x f!reader oneshot

Prompt:

Anonymous said: Dry Humping Brian. Starts as an accident but both of you can hold back anymore.

Warnings: SMUT!!! 18+ only!!! Reading past the read more cut of this fictional work will serve as confirmation that you are eighteen or older.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and is not intended to be taken as truth or fact. I do not claim to own Brian May, Queen, or any other affiliated names or fictional events.

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There’s something about Led Zeppelin I that makes you want to dance around like a fool, swaying your hips to the beat, screaming the lyrics into your beer bottle, twirling around the kitchen. This is how Brian finds you when he comes home from a long day at the studio.

“What’s gotten into you, love?” he shouts from the front door over the blaring music, kicking his clogs off and throwing his bag down.

You don’t say anything, just meander your way over to him, body swaying. “Babe, babe, babe, babe, babe, babe, babyyyy…” you croon, tracing a sultry finger across his chest as you circle him like a panther. He tilts his head back and laughs, reaching out to you. You take his hand and lead him toward the living room.

“Did you have a good day?” he tries asking, but you smirk and continue singing along instead of answering.

“Oh I can hear it callin ‘me, I said don’t you hear it callin’ me the way it used to do…”

You drag him to the couch and push him down onto it, settling yourself onto his lap with your legs straddling him. He smiles and shakes his head at you belting the “oohs” into your makeshift microphone beer bottle.

“I can’t help it, Led Zeppelin puts me in a mood,” you giggle as the song ends. Brian’s hands have found your hips, and he rests his head back on the headrest, smiling lazily up at you.

“What, doesn’t our music have the same effect on you?” he asks jokingly.

“Maybe you guys should sing about blatant sex more often,” you say. He snorts at that.

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semi charmed life | chapter four | 2.9k | teen |

“You guys have kept in contact this whole time?” Bill asked, brow disappearing underneath hair line as he looked like his old friends in amazement. “And you guys are.. what? Room mates?”

Eddie avoided looking at Richie as he answered. “Yeah, uh… room mates. Something like that.”

[or: the adult!losers reunion, done 2000s sit-com style, just like we all deserve.]

PREVIOUSLY ON SEMI CHARMED LIFE: “I applied to some museum job in New York on a whim earlier this year”. “ “I meant to turn it but every time I went to I… I just couldn’t. I should have told you, I know. I know. But I think I need to do this.” | “Okay, stop, I don’t understand.” Bill rubbed at his temples. “You and Richie adopted two kids? Two actual human children and this never came up? Not the entire time we’ve all been hanging out since showing back up in Derry, discussing our lives? Your two children with your high school best friend didn’t seem like might be relevant to those conversations?” | . “I did some shit that I’m not proud of. My best friend… I… I was so desperate to get away from this place, and I kind of betrayed him.” “I thought I was past this, I thought I was easily eight years past what you did. But now I’m here, looking at you and having to listen to you go on about what a great experience you had at school and how in love you are and I…. I want to be happy for you, Stanley, but I can’t. Because you stepped on me to get it.” 

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anonymous asked:

How do you think y/n and Harry would behave if they both stuck on a elevator? Before and after they got together? You know most people when attracted to each other they feel this sexual vibe in that kind of situation lol

I received this request a long time ago but I didn’t know how to elaborate it so I left it in my inbox. But I just woke up (at noon, yes why not?) after a cute dream, so I decided to write this.

This is their first time holding hands.

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“Can you hold my hand?”

Harry’s eyes grow wide at his flatmate’s unexpected request. For a second there he nearly forgets they’re stuck in the lift, because the biggest problem he has to face now is how to reply to her little favor. He’s frozen, tongue-tied, gawking at her like a fool as they’re both sitting on the floor side by side. 

And because of his reaction, Y/N thinks he didn’t hear what she just said, so she tries again, sounding a bit agitated this time, almost like begging, “can you please hold my hand? I—I’m afraid of being trapped in a small space.”

“What are you? Five? Are you afraid of the dark too?” Harry snorts as he supposes she’s just messing with him. However, the look on her face says otherwise. She seems genuinely anxious, so much to the point that makes him worried as well. With a sigh and a bit of hesitation, Harry’s trembling right hand takes her left as their fingers intertwined. 

They’ve held hands before when they were handcuffed to each other and she was drunk. But because she was unconscious, it didn’t count as them actually holding hands. This time is different, she knows what’s going on and he knows what’s going on. The thought of it causes all the blood to rush up on Harry’s face.

“Is this your first time holding a girl’s hand or something?” She giggles, raising an eyebrow at a mortified Harry.

“No…” he mumbles and looks away to avoid her gaze. He feels her shifting closer, her grip on his hand tightens. She’s only studying his expression, why is his heart racing so fast?

“You’re blushing, H.”

He already knows that, yet having her point it out makes the color of his cheeks turn a shade darker. He furrows his brows at the girl, then admits, “I…don’t usually do this…with the other girls.”

“How so? You’ve kissed them and had sex with them and all.”

“Yeah but…It’s just,” he starts rambling now, can this get anymore embarrassing? “Hand-holding is…intimate. You know…uhm…you don’t want intimacy with someone you’re only having sex with…”

It’s true, you don’t. And now Y/N is trying hard not to show how elated she is, still she ends up with such a wide smile that her jaw hurts. Oh he has no idea how happy she is to hear him say that, while holding her hand. Even though she asked him to, this still means something since he knew hand-holding was intimate and agreed to do it nevertheless.

“Maybe one day you’ll find someone you like so much you just want to do this all the time,” she tells him with a timid smile.

Harry doesn’t reply, he scoffs and rolls his eyes instead. Maybe he’s already found that person, he just cannot tell her who it is, not yet, or maybe she won’t ever have to know.

They sit in silence for five more minutes, which are the hardest five minutes to get by for Harry, because the temperature inside this confined space begins to rise, and with him holding her hand like this, it’s not really helping. He ‘accidentally’ brushes his thumb across the back of her hand a couple times, feeling how soft her skin is, which does things to him. Then his mind tries to busy itself in the silence within these walls by coming up with inappropriate images, fantasies of what could happen in this lift if he could just push her against the wall and kiss her until they’re both out of breath, then take her right here right now, with their clothes on. Those thoughts make Harry roll his eyes upward to stare at the ceiling and blow up his cheeks in frustration. If his friends knew how flustered he got just from hand-holding they wouldn’t let him live with that.

Then he steals a glance at her, she’s too busy staring at her other hand toying with the hem of her skirt to pay attention to him. He loves the color of her lipstick today, if only he could see it smudged after his lips have ruined it. God, he wants to do that so bad, and knowing he cannot only makes this harder to bear. This is not just some other girl he fucks and never calls again, it’s…his flatmate, his sweet and innocent Y/N, the only girl he wants but can never have. Unlike the others, he needs her in his life, and he cannot ruin that by trying to initiate something that he’ll regret soon after. 

After those torturing, yet heavenly, five minutes of them staring at every possible corner in that lift but the other person, while sweating like a pig and still holding hands, the lift works again. The lights are on and with a slight jerk that makes Y/N squeeze her flatmate’s fingers, the lift starts going up. 

Y/N should be happy now that she’s no longer imprisoned in this narrow space, yet she’s more discontented with the idea of this being the first and last time he holds her hand. And when the door opens on their floor, they have no choice but to let go of each other, both disappointed. 

As they get back to their flat, neither of them speaks about their little moment in the lift again, well, until tonight

It’s their movie night, and as usual, they’re watching a rom com on Y/N’s bed. Everything is pretty normal until they reach the scene where the guy comes to see the girl to ask for her forgiveness. Y/N is on the verge of tears and she’s just about to cry when without warning Harry reaches out and grabs her hand tightly. The action catches her by surprise. 

Y/N doesn’t know what’s going on but she doesn’t bother to ask, not even when he brings that hand to his lap and keep it there as their fingers intertwined. She smiles at him while he keeps a straight face and his eyes fixed on the screen (even though his heart is racing at full speed). To be honest, Y/N has never been happier. There’s not a single good enough word to describe the feeling inside of her right at the moment. As a result, the girl finds herself smiling for the rest of the film. He doesn’t have to say it, for now she already knows she’s not just one of those girls.

anonymous asked:

Hey!! Can you rec some of the most famous sterek AUs in the fandom please? Btw, I love your recs. Thanks :)

The Comic-Con Incident by raimykeller

Stiles and Derek are actors on the same show, but secret boyfriends in real life. What happens when Stiles accidentally spills the beans at Comic-Con?

Starstruck (Or Not) by literaryoblivion

Derek takes his daughter Lia to a convention of her favorite TV show because he’s a good dad (and can’t seem to tell his daughter no) and ends up meeting a special someone.

#OTP: Assholes in Love by stilesanderek (minxxx)

After being outed as bisexual in a sex tape scandal by his ex-girlfriend Kate, Derek struggles to find an acting job until he finally lands a promising role in an HBO supernatural show called Shapeshifters, in which he plays the main character. Derek instantly falls in love with the cast, with whom he has immense fun with, especially Stiles, whose relationship with Derek consists of mainly sarcastic and teasing remarks.

Which is why when Jackson shows him a fanart of Stiles and him having intense sex he gets confused and doesn’t understand this whole “Sterek” thing Jackson is talking about.

Hiding in Plain Sight by inmydreams

Popular talk-show host Stiles Stilinski has to interview movie star Derek Hale live on tv. The only problem is they have been in a secret relationship for the past couple of years and they have to get through the interview without anyone finding out.

Here’s to the Static by matildajones

Stiles spends most of his college break in a coffee house where he stares after Derek Hale. For some reason, Stiles is unaware of the fact he’s quite the musician, and Derek amuses himself at Stiles’ obliviousness.

soulmates tbh by bleep0bleep

“It’s been five months,” Derek says darkly. “Why am I still getting these proposals? You know these are probably all fake marks.”

Five months since the paparazzi had snapped that photo of him with the overzealous fan tugging at his shirt, five months since millions of people on the Internet realized that the birthmark revealed was in fact, the mark, five months Derek was inundated by claims from people who desperately wanted him to believe that they were his soul-mate.

How The Light Gets In by dryersheetz

A Teen Wolf / Notting Hills AU

Stiles Stilinski’s life as a comic book store owner in Beacon Hills, California had been satisfying enough, but he’s been inevitably becoming increasingly bored and antsy with the cyclical nature of his life in a smaller town.

Enter Frame: The famous Hollywood bad boy and contender for Sexiest Man Alive, Derek Hale, who proceeds to turn his world upside down, but somehow brings him closer to the things he knew were most important he had lost sight of along the way.

(Title from the Leonard Cohen Poem)

Play Crack the Sky by WeAreTheCyclones

Excerpt from “Hale Pulls the Plug on the Future of Rock,” Rolling Stone, Issue 1203 – Oct. 2014
“Fans and music industry vets alike are left reeling in the wake of bassist Derek Hale’s sudden departure from Smokes for Harris. At a time when the foursome from Beacon Hills, California seems to be on the cusp of rock superstardom after just one double platinum record, Smokes has everything to lose.”

Excerpt from “Smokes for Harris: Gladiator,” SPIN.com – Feb. 2015
“Smokes for Harris gives in a little to the pop punk of yesteryear in their sophomore effort, but rather than pandering to fans of a lost era they elevate the genre in a way that hasn’t been seen in quite some time. Frontman Stiles Stilinski works double duty as singer and primary songwriter and proves that he can handle the task even without former bassist Derek Hale.“

Trust Fall [Into My Bed] by ofherlionheart

Stiles’s eyes light up. “Did you see him, though? No wonder the dude is an Oscar winner. He’s amazing. I mean, I’ve worked with, like, Liam Neeson and Natalie Dormer. But Derek is something else – I don’t know, I can’t describe it. There’s just this, this thing about him, when we’re in a scene together, it’s so easy to just click with him, and you know some people hate how much I improvise, but Derek just takes it and rolls with it and adds stuff of his own –” He breaks off when he finally notices Lydia smirking. “What?”

“You’re rambling,” Lydia observes.

“And?”

“I guess you aren’t too tired to talk about Derek.”

In which Oscar-winner Derek Hale and sidekick-to-the-top-guns Stiles Stilinski are thrown together to star in a new, powerful film. Mix in feelings, long days, late nights, terrifyingly omniscient agents, the Hale clan, Canada, and some UST, and come out with a long story with liberal amounts of UST and fluff.

Sourwolf Candy by relenafanel

When the Sourwolf Candy franchise offers a $10,000 annual scholarship to the school of the winner’s choice, Stiles jumps at the chance to enter. It doesn’t matter that the other prizes are a day with one of the Hales and a lifetime supply of Sourwolf Candy. The sacrifices are worth it, because if there’s one thing that Stiles hates more than Sourwolf Candy, it’s Derek Hale.

So of course he has to spend a day with the guy who made the catchphrase ‘Don’t be such a Sourwolf’ popular: Sourfaced Derek Hale himself. If he doesn’t, he doesn’t get his scholarship money.

Derek just wants a little sugar. Or a lot of sugar, as the case may be.

A whole case of sugar.

(He stress-eats sugar, ok?

If We Could Match by forestofbabel

As Stiles waits behind the camera during an interview, he thinks he should maybe quit. Because, in all honesty, despite the charming smile the actor is pulling out for EW, Derek Hale is kind of a jerk.

my heart’s been offline by thepsychicclam

31/M/New York. Rich, lays in bed all day, likes to read (aka Derek Hale, son of an Oscar winning actress, brother of one obnoxious reality star and one rebellious fashion designer, hates the paparazzi so much he’s a recluse)

26/M/California. Boring office job, likes to read (aka Stiles Stilinski, co-owner of a 100 acre organic farm with his dad and two best friends, writer of obits for a newspaper, has absolutely no life)

Or, where Derek and Stiles meet online, and Stiles has no clue Derek’s part of a famous family.

Flamingos

This just popped into my head after watching 3x08, and I had to write it. So this takes place sometime soon after that episode. (Sorry for the terrible title)


“We’re going to the zoo?!” Cyrus squeals excitedly, bouncing on his feet.

TJ laughs at Cyrus’s antics. “Yup. I know how much you like animals, so I thought I’d surprise you.”

“Oh my god, this is so great. Well, let’s not just stand here, we have so much to see!” He tugs TJ’s wrist impatiently. 

TJ ducks his head, letting himself be pulled by the other boy and hoping he doesn’t notice his blush. It’s embarrassing how just having Cyrus touch his hand can cause him to get flustered. He listens as Cyrus babbles about penguins while they stand in line. Hearing how enthusiastic he is suddenly makes TJ feel guilty about what he’s going to do.

“Where should we go first?” Cyrus wonders, pondering the map in that’s in his hands. TJ pretends to think about it for a second.

“I don’t know,” He shrugs, “You decide.”

Not surprisingly, Cyrus chooses to go see the penguin exhibit first. As they walk, he continues to ramble. “Did you know that male Emperor Penguins go about two months without food in order to keep the egg warm?”

Cyrus must realize how much he’s talking, for he suddenly clears his throat, “I’m sorry, you probably don’t care about this stuff.”

“No, of course I care,” TJ reassures him. “I love listening to you talk about your passions. How do the males survive for so long without food?”

That’s enough to get Cyrus back on track, talking quickly and moving his hands everywhere. When they reach the exhibit, Cyrus becomes infatuated with watching them waddle around. TJ finds himself drawn to the creatures, as well, probably because of how much Cyrus liked them.

They continue throughout the zoo. Most of the time Cyrus tells him fun facts about each of the animals that aren’t even on the information signs. Although the animals are entertaining, TJ prefers to watch Cyrus and his reactions to everything. He loves the way Cyrus waves his hands while he talks and how his eyes fixate on the animals with adoration. TJ wants Cyrus to look at him like that.

He chuckles as Cyrus stands on his tiptoes to see over people’s shoulders. Cyrus turns around and rolls his eyes at him. “We can’t all be giraffes.”

They stop for slushies to cool off, and TJ insists on paying for Cyrus’s, despite the other boy’s protests. They lounge on a bench in the shade as they take a break. Cyrus’s tongue is stained blue, and TJ’s is most certainly stained red. He’s thrilled that Cyrus is having such a great time, but knows he has to reveal the real reason he brought him before it’s too late.

“I need to admit something to you, Underdog,” TJ sighs. “There were ulterior motives for me bringing you to the zoo today.”

Cyrus, noting his serious tone, puts down his slushie and puts his full attention on TJ. “What do you mean?”

TJ pauses momentarily, trying to think of how to say it. “Well, you know how I told Jonah about my dyscalculia and he told me about his panic attacks?”

Cyrus nods, urging him to continue.

“Well, I know you said you were scared of flamingos, and even though I still think there’s more going on, I figured we could start small and conquer your fear.”

“W-wait, what?” Cyrus stammers nervously.

“We’re going to go see the flamingos next, and I promise they won’t hurt you.” He stands up, throwing away his slushie.

“TJ—” Cyrus starts.

“Listen, I know. I’m sorry that I just sprung this on you, but you helped me with accepting my dyscalculia, so I thought I could help you out, too.”

He waits for Cyrus as he stumbles up from the bench and follows. The flamingo exhibit is just a few spots away, and he guides Cyrus through the people, hoping the other boy isn’t too upset with him.

“TJ, I need to tell you something,” Cyrus tries, but the crowds of people are too loud for TJ to make out what he said.

“We’re almost there,” TJ calls out to him, finding his hand amist the chaos so they don’t get separated. Finally, they arrive at the flamingos, and TJ looks at Cyrus, fully prepared to see him freaking out.

What he does see is Cyrus looking uncomfortable, but not frightened in the least bit. TJ frowns at him, nose scrunched up as he tries to decipher what Cyrus is thinking. “You don’t seem very afraid,” TJ says hesitantly.

Cyrus rubs his neck. “Ug…that’s because I’m not. I—TJ, that’s what I was trying to tell you. I’m not really afraid of flamingos, although they are strange creatures.”

“Wait, you’re not?” TJ asks. “I mean, I figured you had some other stuff going on, but I thought you were being serious.”

“It wasn’t the right time,” Cyrus sighs. “You were reconciling with Jonah, and I didn’t want to make it about me.”

“You wouldn’t have,” TJ assures, “You helped us so much, but you deserve to have someone help you out, too.”

Cyrus smiles awkwardly. “Thanks.”

“You can tell me anything, Cy,” TJ continues. He notices Cyrus’s paling expression, and hurriedly assures him, “But you don’t have to if you aren’t ready. We can watch the flamingos, now that I know you aren’t actually afraid of them.”

Cyrus chuckles slightly, but he seems to be deep in thought. “I want to tell you. I’m just not sure how to say it. I’m worried you’ll think differently of me afterwards.”

“Hey,” TJ places a hand on his shoulder and looks him in the eyes. “Nothing could change how I feel about you.”

He nods, sucking in a breath. TJ squeezes his shoulder comfortingly and offers a smile, waiting patiently for Cyrus to get his words out. Cyrus takes in another deep breath and releases it.

“I’m gay,” Cyrus whispers. It’s so quiet and hesitant that TJ barely catches it. Instantly, TJ’s heart pounds faster and louder, so much so that he worries Cyrus can hear it.

He pulls Cyrus into a hug, resting his head on top of Cyrus’s, who in turn squeezes TJ’s waist tightly. TJ suddenly feels more confused than he has in a long time. His palms feel sweaty and stomach flutters at Cyrus’s arms around him. His swallows as his mouth goes dry. Oh god, he likes Cyrus a lot. Like, a lot. And now, he might have a chance with him. Cyrus pulls away with a soft sniffle, and TJ craves his touch again.

“Thank you for trusting me with that,” TJ says sincerely. “You’re really brave.” Braver than me.

“You still want to hang out with me?” His voice is so timid that it makes TJ want to bring him into another hug, but he resists.

“Of course I do, Underdog,” TJ promises. “You’re still you.”

He can see Cyrus exhale, releasing the tension in his body.

Not wanting too make a huge deal about it in such a public place, he continues “Now, do you have any fun facts about flamingos?”

The way Cyrus’s eyes light up make TJ’s heart start pounding all over again.

He’s screwed.

details | shawn mendes

synopsis: she doesn’t want to hear the details about her

an: you have to listen to this song omg. also kinda wanna turn this into a series ??? lemme know. I used an OC because of the possibility of this turning into a series.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DIJYwkYJYlM

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It’s always been Shawn and Dakota. All their friends knew that. They’d been inseparable since the day they met and bonded over John Mayer a few years ago. They’d met through mutual friends and ,quickly, she also became a part of the group. Mostly because if you invited either of them anywhere the other was also coming. Whenever Shawn was home they basically spent everyday together. He’d flown her out to a few shows, nothing crazy. But it was all enough to make Dakota fall in love with him.

Things have changed since the last time she saw him. He hasn’t been home in a couple months and it’s not something she’s not used to. But this time when he comes home he’s not alone. This time as soon as he gets to his condo he doesn’t call Dakota to come over. The first text she gets from him is an invite to a party at his condo. She brushes it off as him wanting some alone time. Oh how wrong she is.

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What Have I Done? || Ch. 8

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: angst, jealousy, and a little anger issues, mentions of sexual harassment but not details, ofc fluffy-goodness, no smut this round though

Word Count: 3800+

Summary: A bad break up between Bucky and his ex leads to a new friendship with the quiet tech he never had the chance to get to know. Relationships grow, feelings are caught, and boundaries are explored. Bucky thought he found his happy ending, but old memories haunt his future. He knows what he’s doing wrong, dangerous eve, but he can’t help it. Can he fix the wrongs he’s done? -a requested story for @iheartsebastianstan

A/N: I hadn’t realized how long it’s been since I updated this story and I’M SO SORRY! I hope this chapter makes up for the super long absence! I had to rewrite it and I couldn’t get it right, but I got it done! I might also have to add another chapter because even though I’m making these parts longer, it’s still not enough. Bah. I hope you all enjoy! 

**This is an 18+ story, so please no minors! If I find out you’re underage and reading this I will have to block you.  IF I HAVE TO KEEP BLOCKING MINORS I WILL REMOVE ALL SMUT AND THEN NO ONE GETS TO READ MY SMUT. Don’t ruin this for everyone else.

Gif is not mine, credit to the creator.

Originally posted by yourboi-steverogers-imagines

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anonymous asked:

Hey I've sent you a message but you never replied:( I love your tumblr it helps me to read tons of sterek fanfic. Would you help me i'd like to read sterek fanfic where Derek or Stiles are married and have kids or one of them has kids and meet. I'd be so happy if you can help me and hope you'll reply this time. Have a great day!

Single Derek with Kids

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Soon We’ll be Found by Camii23

In which Derek is a desperate dad with a 6-year-old dancing on the coffee table, Stiles is basically the child whisperer and both dad and daughter get cute crushes on him.
Cue said child whisperer/dance instructor falling for a certain dance dad (Lydia, he’s not a dance dad, stop it), who’s obviously getting married in a couple of months, because that’s the obvious answer when the hot dad asks for private Waltz lessons.
Right?

Talia’s Fabric and Craft Store by RailTracer12

Stiles works at a craft store called Talia’s Fabric and Craft Store (much like Joann Fabrics). One day this little girl comes into his life who happens to have a very attractive father. At first Stiles thinks that the father is not very attentive with his daughter until he learns something new about him. Then he starts to grow close with the family.

No More Running by sottovoce81

Derek was exhausted. He was covered in baby tears, baby snot, baby spit-up, and his kids were still crying. Still. They had been driving for nearing nine hours now, with only short stops to feed and change the baby and to let Caleb pee at gas stations. If he had thought he had time to stop longer and let the kids have a break, he would have. As much for himself as for them. Nine hours of driving and they were finally getting close. Safety was across the line some thirty miles ahead.

They were almost to Beacon Hills.

He hoped to find a safe place with the new Pack that had taken over his uncle’s old territory. New York wasn’t home anymore. It might not even be safe anymore, even though Jennifer was dead. She couldn’t hurt his kids ever again.

Single Stiles with Kids

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Mr. Hale and the Terrible, No Good, Awful Autumn by bleep0bleep

There’s a new sheriff in town, and Derek definitely wants to date him. Unfortunately Stiles’ son hates Derek’s guts.

From Desert to Home by countrygirlsfun

What happens when you meet your pen pal and they’re perfect even when life isn’t?

Little does Stiles know that the teacher who started writing him letters a few months into his last deployment with the Army would become the person he would lean on the most when his life changes forever.

Suspicious Minds by HaleHole (SweetFanfics)

“Don’t feed Balto your pizza,” Stiles mildly warns his daughter.

“Derek.”

Stiles pauses, mouth open and cheese sliding off the pizza as he parrots, “Derek? Who’s Derek?”

His daughter rolls her eyes, like Stiles has just asked her the dumbest question ever. “The wolf, Daddy!”

“You changed his name?” Stiles asks in surprise. Usually she’s pretty set about naming things. Her doll’s name was decided two seconds after receiving it, the car has been Alonzo for three years now, and the toaster ‘Pop’ for the last six months.

Meg nods, prodding the sliding cheese back on top of her slice. “Yeah. He told me his name is Derek. And that he doesn’t really like Balto.”

“Is that right?” he asks, eyeing the wolf who seems far too interested in watching a pair of animated moose arguing. It’s official. This wolf is weird. This whole situation is weird.


Separated from Laura after being cornered by some hunters, an injured Derek finds himself being rescued by Stiles and his young daughter. In more than one way.

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Sweet Pea// Unspoken Feelings

Fandom: Riverdale

Summary: You’re really excited for a date, but Sweet Pea’s comment about it makes you worry. You cancel, and Toni doesn’t appreciate Sweet Pea’s rudeness.

A/N: I finally wrote it! It’s not my best work, but I loved the idea.

A/N/N: Let’s also pretend this takes place before Toni started living with Cheryl.

Originally posted by southsidegifs

Walking through the front door of Toni’s trailer, not even bothering to knock, you immediately look through the room.

You see Sweet Pea sitting on the couch, and as you move your gaze through the open space, you see Fangs and Toni in the kitchen. From the looks of it, they were making popcorn.

“Hey guys!” you say with an excited tint in your voice.

You get a cluster of hello’s, before you head to the couch to sit by Pea.

Toni and Fangs enter the room, a bowl of popcorn in Fangs’ hands.

“I didn’t know it took two people to make popcorn,” you joke, reaching for a piece.

“It does when you have a control freak with you,” Toni answers, sending a playful glare to Fangs as she sits in a chair next to the couch.

“You never put enough butter on it, though,” Fangs responds with a whine, before sitting down as well.

You giggle before turning to look at Sweet Pea, who’s staring off into the distance, taking a swig from the bottle of coke gripped in his massive hands.

The two of you never quite got along. It began as what you thought was playful messing around, but it became something much different.

You couldn’t think of a time he was ever actually nice to you, and that hurt. It was the just small comments he made that got to you the most. You never knew if he actually hated you, or he just didn’t know how to act in a friendship. He wasn’t like that with any of his other friends, though.

You look to Toni, knowing she’s the only one in the room who will really care about what you’re about to say.

“Brian asked me on a date this morning,” you say, not knowing how else to introduce the topic.

“Really?!” she asks, excitement evident in her voice.

You feel both Fangs’ and Sweet Pea’s eyes on you as you talk.

“Yeah! He’s taking me to Pop’s at 6:30,” you answer. You were clearly excited, which makes Sweet Pea’s next comment even more hurtful.

“Why would be take you out?” you hear the deep voice beside you ask.

“Sweet Pea!” Toni growls, her eyes wide.

You weren’t sure what to say to that, so you just shifted uncomfortably

“Anyways,” you start, “I should get going. I have to get ready for the date, huh,” you finish, it ending as more of a question.

“Y/N, you just got here. You’ve still got a few more hours left to kill. I’m sure Sweet Pea’s done with his tantrum,” Toni pleads, her eyes so gentle that they almost convince you to stay. Almost.

“No, no. I really should get ready. I don’t even know what I’m going to wear!” you say with a forced chuckle. That was a lie, though. You were so excited when he asked that you rushed home and planned everything out. But Sweet Pea didn’t need to know that.

“Alright, bye Y/N/N,” Toni says, standing for a hug.

You return the gesture, before heading to the door, but not leaving before you hear very different words spoken behind you.

A “see ya’ later, Y/N” and a “finally” erupt behind you. You obviously know who said them, so you decide to not spend the time to turn around.

{Sweet Pea’s pov}

“What the hell was that, Pea?!” Toni asks, right when the door latches behind Y/N.

“What was what?” I respond. Of course I know what she’s talking about. I’m not stupid.

“You know what! Y/N’s been nothing but nice to you since the day we became friends. Is it too much to give her a simple ‘congrats’?”

“I don’t need a lecture from you, Toni,” I answer. I really don’t. I know what I said was wrong, but it was second nature to defend my feelings with anger. Besides, Y/N’s strong. She couldn’t have been offended by that.

I walk away before I can hear anymore about it from Toni. I can still hear her talking to Fangs about the whole ordeal, but I could care less.

{Y/N’s pov}

I pull out my phone right when I sit down on my bed. Going right to the number Brian gave me, I click on it.

After a few rings, he picks up.

“Hey, Brian. I feel really bad about this, but I have to cancel on tonight,” you say.

“Oh, alright. Is everything ok?” he asks.

“Oh yeah- I just don’t feel too good. Wouldn’t want to throw up on our date,” I laugh. That’s so gross. Why would you even say that, Y/N?

He laughs back, before we conclude the uncomfortable phone call.

I lay back onto the bed, my mind crashing with thoughts like tidal waves in my brain.

Time to spend the rest of the night alone, rather than with the 2nd best guy I’ve ever met.

{Third person}

As you walk into the grocery store, now in the most comfortable clothes you own, you head straight towards the ice cream isle. You were on a mission.

You approach the isle, now trying to decide on which one to grab.

As you are making this crucial decision, you hear an all-to-familiar voice from behind you.

“Y/N?” Toni asks in surprise.

“Oh, hey. What are you doing here?” you try to ask casually as you turn around. It was 7:00 pm, meaning you should still be on your date. If you had actually gone on said date.

“I could ask the same question. Shouldn’t you be with Brian?”

“I actually cancelled on him,” you say. You might as well get that out of the way.

“Why?” she asks, concern lacing her voice.

“Sweet Pea was right. Why would he ask me out?”

“What? You listened to that idiot? C’mon, Y/N, you’re better than that,”

“Am I?” you ask. You’re now a little closer to her, as a step of precaution. You didn’t need the whole store knowing about this.

“Yes, Y/N. Much, much better than that. You know he doesn’t mean the stuff he says. He’s just jealous,” Toni answers. Her eyes look so sincere that it’s hard to look anywhere else.

“Jealous of what?”

“Of Brian! Why else would he say the stuff he says to you?”

“‘Cuz he hates me? I don’t know,” you answer. Your mind was now racing, and so was your heart.

“How could he hate you? Y/N, you have to talk to him,”

“You’re right, thanks, T,” you say with a small smile. You forget about the ice cream, as you head over to his home.

You knock on the door, your heart nearly beating hard enough to pop out of your chest. As you put your hand down, you realize that you look a mess, which makes your heart speed up. You didn’t want to confess your love to him looking like this.

You have no more time to think, however, as the door opens. You’re met with the sight of Sweet Pea.

“Hi,” you say, any of the confidence you could’ve possibly had leaving your body.

“Just couldn’t get enough of me, huh? Aren’t you supposed to be on a date?” he asks. He takes your silence as an answer in itself, as he moves to the side to let you in through the doorway.

“I cancelled on him,” you say, walking further into his living room.

“Why’s that?” he asks, following your steps.

“Why do you think?” you ask, turning around to face him.

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I-“ you cut him off.

“I’m not here for an apology, Pea. I wanted to tell you that I really like you. And it hurts like hell when you talk like that to me. What did I do to you to make you hate me so much?” you ask. You semi-knew the answer due to your previous conversation with Toni, but you needed to hear it from him.

“I like you too, Y/N. A lot. And that’s why I’ve been such a jackass. I don’t hate you, how could I? I’m sorry that I made it seem like that, though,” he says as his eyes meet yours.

“You’re not really good at showing that,” you respond before taking a few steps closer. He soon does the same.

“You’re right, I’m not. I can make it up to you, though,” he says, a smirk crawling onto his face.

“Can you?” you ask, a similar look on your face.

He leans in to kiss you, and you do the same.

Maybe he is pretty good at showing it.

It’s You

Title: It’s You.

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader

Warnings: None.

A/N: I haven’t written in a while because of writers block but this probably isn’t that great either. (sidenote: I read something sort of similar to this so if it sounds identical I apologize.)

Originally posted by mallorymanic

“I swear it’s a matter of time before Sweet Pea brings in a Northsider.” I looked towards the entrance of the Wyrm before turning towards the group. “He’s sleeping his way through every Southsider.” I chuckled taking a drink of my beverage.

“He doesn’t actually sleep with any of them.” Fangs said dismissively and the girls and I turned to look at him curiously. “I said that out loud didn’t I?” He asked softly and i nodded.

“Why exactly doesn’t he sleep with them?” Cheryl asked curiously and we all looked at Fangs curiously. “I mean he comes in with a different one everyday, how could he not be sleeping with them?” She added.

“He tried to but he always says they aren’t right?” Fangs said in a questioning tone. “He says they aren’t this girl who he’s completely in love with, he also said that this girl is driving him insane. I mean I’ve never seen Sweets like that and I’ve known him since we were just little goons.” I was seriously curious as to who this girl was now.

I looked over at Sweet Pea curiously and I noticed he was already looking in our direction, I sent a small smile his way before turning back to the group. “We should probably stop talking about him, he’s looking at us.” I whispered and Fangs shut his mouth immediately.

“I seriously want to know who this mystery girl is, it’s Sweet Pea for crying out loud he doesn’t exactly do commitment and knowing that there might be someone who can change that has got me curious.” Toni spoke up for the first time and I nodded in agreement. “Could always be Y/N.” Cheryl said and I choked on the drink I was sipping on.

“Come on, as if she didn’t cross your guys mind.” She smirked looking at me and I rolled my eyes, telling Cheryl I had a crush on Sweet Pea was a terrible idea. “It did cross my mind.” Fangs said and I looked over at him surprised. “I’ve seen the way he is with you.” He shrugged and I chuckled.

“Hey guys, what you guys talking about?” I heard a familiar voice say and I looked over to spot Sweet Pea. “Hey Sweets.” I smiled and he smiled back brightly. When I turned back towards the group Cheryl’s smirk got wider, was that even possible? “Hey Sweet Pea, Fangs here told us a little secret about you.” Cheryl teased and I looked at Toni with widened eyes.

“Said you had a crush?” I looked over at Sweet Pea and he looked at me before looking back at Cheryl. “Is it Y/N?” Cheryl asked and Sweet Pea laughed loudly. “Seriously? No!” He said and I stood up grabbing my jacket.

“I have to go.” I downed my drink before slipping on the jacket. “I’ll see you guys at school.” I hurriedly left the Wyrm feeling completely humiliated. “Of course he doesn’t like me, I’m this awkward girl who’s only a Serpent by blood.” I whispered walking over to my bike.

I sat on the bike but when I went to turn it on it wouldn’t budge. “Oh come on.” I groaned getting off and inspecting it. “Anything else you wanna add onto the night?” I asked looking up at the sky.

“You need a ride?” I turned around spotting Sweet Pea and I shook my head before looking back at my bike. “I’d much rather walk.” I said venomously.

Sure I knew Sweet Pea wouldn’t go for someone like me but the way he reacted to being asked if it was me really stung and at the moment I just didn’t want to look at his stupid attractive face. “Y/N.” Sweet Pea sighed as I made my way down the gravel road. “I lied.” He said and I stopped walking but didn’t look back at him. “It’s you, obviously it’s you.” He said in a duh tone and I turned to look at him over my shoulder. “How could it not be you? You’re so different from the others, you’re this amazing girl who’s sarcastic as hell and you tell me when I’m being an idiot, you also don’t throw yourself at me.” He sighed. “That by the way drives me insane.” He laughed softly.

I turned my body towards him and walked back over to him until I was standing in front of his towering form. “You’re an idiot.” I chuckled. “Just to mention, I like you too.” I smiled and he moved his head down placing a soft kiss to my lips before pulling back with a huge grin.

“I knew it!” I looked behind Sweet Pea to spot Cheryl along with Fangs and Toni. The sight of them made me chuckle. I watched as they stepped back into the bar before looking back at Sweet Pea. “Take me home?” I asked sweetly and he nodded. We walked over to his bike and sat on it before he started it, taking off down the dark road.

When you’ve scrolled past a specific fanfic a hundred times and keep thinking “ehhhh that’s not my cup of tea it doesn’t even look that good” and then you click on it and it’s everything you’ve wanted and more

Originally posted by letthenerdsleep

xbluebellx  asked:

The writhing tentacles undulated inside Eddie’s throbbing-...... um so yeah probably just a nice fluffy symbrock piece

I want the world to know that when I saw the mobile notification for this ask it got cut off and ended with “inside Eddie’s…” and I was like oH MY before I realized hehe here is the fluff you asked for, enjoy m’love :D

If you had asked Eddie Brock a year ago whether he considered himself an introvert or an extrovert, he would have said the latter unblinkingly and without question. Now, however, as he settles on his couch and prepares for a night of fried food and Netflix, he’s strongly suspecting he’s the former. 

Of course you are an introvert, comes the deep growl from his body-mate.

Eddie snorts good-naturedly. “Says who? And how do you even know what that is?”

Introverts are losers. You are a loser. Therefore, you are an introvert.

“First of all, you’re a loser too so get off your high horse-”

Eddie, I am not on a-

“You and I both know you know it’s an expression. Don’t be difficult. Second of all, that’s not even true. The difference between introverts and extroverts is where they get their energy from. Extroverts get it from being around people, and introverts from being alone.”

You’re never alone, Eddie.

“As much as I appreciate that, bud, I don’t think they exactly wrote the definitions with parasitic aliens in mind.”

Not a parasite!

“Sorry, symbiotic aliens in mind.”

Better.

Eddie finds where they left off in The Office and starts playing it, alternating feeding himself and feeding the small black head that had materialized at his shoulder. Eddie notices that Venom isn’t chewing with his usual overly-enthused vigour and it’s then that he realizes he can distantly feel Venom thinking hard about something, like a faint churning sensation in the back of his mind. 

“What’s wrong, V?”

Venom doesn’t answer right away. Eddie can feel the hesitation before he speaks. Do you wish to be an extrovert, Eddie? To be around people more? To not be… alone?

Eddie can detect the traces of a hurt that he knows isn’t his, and feels immediately guilty. “Hey, that’s not what I meant. I didn’t mean anything at all, I was just thinking.” Still sensing Venom’s reservations, Eddie continues, “Now that I think more about it, I don’t really belong to either group. I like staying home instead of going out with other people, but what I like about it is that I get to stay home with you. So I’m not an extrovert, but I’m not an introvert because… Well. It’s like you said, I’m never alone. And I like it that way. I love it that way.” Eddie pauses for a moment. “I don’t even know if I could handle being alone now, to tell you the truth. And there’s probably something pretty unhealthy hidden in there somewhere, but I’ve never exactly been the poster boy for healthy coping mechanisms anyway. So. What’s say we make our own definition, huh?”

Venom grins. I’d like that, Eddie.

Feel free to send me some little prompts! I accept Johnlock, Destiel, Stucky, Wolfstar, and Symbrock :)

harrystyles hope your new year has been off to a good start like mine has.

harryfan1 😍

annetwist you two throw a wonderful get together so so fun !!

harryfan2 omg can they honestly get any cuter

gemmastyles harry i don’t know how you bagged such a hottie

harrystyles @gemmastyles i don’t know either

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stereotypestaken  asked:

Hey I just found you on tumblr from a page on Instagram and holy crap I’m so in love with your writing 💜 I just read the two part fic about Sirius being alone with baby Harry after the war and during Christmas, broke my heart a bit tbh. Is there any chance you’re going to make a part 3? Hope you’re doing well xx

Canon divergence.

Part 1

Part 2

Remus had nightmares almost daily. Sometimes he didn’t sleep at all, wandering the flat like a ghost. They didn’t speak about it, the why’s or where’s. A lot was left unsaid.

Harry had taken to Remus quickly. Calling out for Moony as often as he did for Padfoot. At 22 months he was quickly developing his speech and preferences.

Toilet training was not fun. But it kept them busy in ways they could never imagine. Sometimes Sirius just wanted to curl up and sleep the day away, if only to prepare for the inevitably restless night.

He was always so exhausted. He knew how he looked. Dark bruises under his gray eyes and bones protruding through thin skin. Birdlike and brittle.

Sirius couldn’t really complain much. Felt as if he had no right. Not when Remus looked the way he did. Barely held together at the seams and relying on he and Harry to help stitch himself back together.

Sometimes Sirius was terrified and how delicate their dynamic was.

It was near three in the morning when Sirius suddenly awoke. Realizing the space next to him was empty and cold. He tried to calm his racing heart. Tried not to remember the dream which will forever haunt him. The taste of copper in his mouth and the feel of Crucio thruming throughout his body. Bellatrix was almost as good as Walburga when it had come to inflicting pain.

Sirius tried to block out the echoes of her mad laughter and taunts as he tried his best not to bleed out.

Of screaming Aveda Kedavra through gritted teeth with wandless magic and watching with relief as his cousin fell. Fell. He had killed her and all Sirius felt was relief.

The kitchen light was on. Sirius spied it from underneath the bedroom door. He rubbed at his face and slid out of bed. Maybe he could talk Remus to just lie with him, Sirius needed it.

Remus had his head folded into his arms at the kitchen table. Brown eyes snapped open at the sound of Sirius’ shuffling feet, and nostrils flared as he took in the other man’s scent before visibly relaxing.

“’s wrong?” Remus’ voice was a deep grumble. He could smell Sirius’ emotions. The taste of fear and prey instinct. He didn’t like it.

“Come back to bed?” Sirius asked instead.

They stared at one another for a moment. Measuring the other and drinking the sight in.

“Alright.” Remus agreed. He stood up with creeking bones.

On a whim Sirius reached for his hand. Remus laced their fingers together and squeezed. His own hand dry and warm.

It wasn’t much.

An olive branch of understanding. They still had a lot to discuss.

But they had Harry to deal with in the morning and breakfast to be cooked, dishes to wash, and clothes to be laundered.

For now the silent support was enough.