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Jughead x Reader

Wordcount: 1,635

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Summery: Jughead and y/n get caught up in a heated moment by the lake

Y/N POV -

The heat radiated off my skin as I stepped out of the water onto the riverbank. There was a warm subtle breeze hitting my face as I join the others sat on a large rock, beer cans and food around us. The gang had decided to start off the new term at school on a high note so we all met up by the river for the day and had a couple of drinks. The group consisted of Archie, Betty, Kevin, Veronica, Jughead and myself.

We all sat round on the rock sharing laughs and making plans for our future summer together. Although some moments weren’t as perfect as others due to there still being tension between some members of the group. There was an ominous feeling about the day as we’d all pushed aside the Jason Blossom case to free our minds of the stress for one weekend.

I sigh and take in a deep breath of fresh air, feeling cold, refreshing water droplets spin down my back from my wet hair. I run my fingers through it to untangle the knots that had appeared. I look to my left to see Jughead awkwardly looking around unsure of what to do with himself. A look of slight discomfort contorted onto his features.

“You okay Juggie?” I ask him quietly not wanting to draw the attention of others. He just looks at me and shrugs, a solemn look about him.

“You gonna strip those clothes off for us Juggie” Veronica cheekily flirted towards the only one still fully dressed at the time. Jughead just scoffed and looked away biting back  “Are you gonna learn to keep your clothes on Veronica?” gaining awkward hisses and coughs from the others.

“That’s a little harsh isn’t Jug, considering it’s still basically summer, are you not planning on getting in the water with the rest of us later on then?” I ask him discreetly smirking his way.

“If it gets too hot then sure i’ll come in, but it’s not necessary for me to sit here half naked and be even more uncomfortable” he passive aggressively comments throwing his arms into the air.

We all just let out breathy laughs and go back to coordinating normal conversation. Not that any of us could really have a normal conversation as our minds had been constantly filled with the conspiracies towards Jason’s death.

“So Archie, how’s your music coming along?” Betty questions the red headed boy sat opposite us. “Yeah it’s good, I’m just really trying to throw myself into writing really, right enough of this sitting around, who wants to get in the water with me?” Archie suggests standing up, Betty, V and Kevin all stand up and follow Archie into the water, all smiles and laughs. I really did love my friends.

“You don’t have to sit here with me because you feel sorry for me you know?” Jughead suddenly snaps looking towards me. “I’m not staying with you because I feel sorry for you, I’m staying here because I enjoy your company dumb ass” I laugh and playfully shove the raven haired boy. He chuckles and grabs my hands to stop me from pushing him. Goose bumps travel up my arms as his hands come into contact with mine. I lean in towards him and let myself collapse in his lap, my head looking up at him, while our hands were still intertwined he fiddled with my fingers.

“I love the way you act around me, you’re just more free” I say looking up at his beautiful face. His green eyes catch mine and he smiles, Not something many people got to see very often, but I had always had the ability to bring it onto his face.

“Well that’s because I’m comfortable with you, I don’t have to pretend to like you it just comes naturally” there was a few minutes silence after his confession, where we just sat enjoying each others company listening to the sounds of our surroundings. You could hear the water splashing and our friends laughs were heard over the buzzing of the nature. It was a truly breathtaking moment in time.

“Do you think we should tell them?” I ask him quietly not wanting to spoil the atmosphere.

“Tell them what?” He replies dumbly knowing exactly what i was talking about, just then he let go of one of my hands and brushed it through my hair, making loops around his fingers with the locks.

“About us” I retort flatly, not taking his sarcasm to heart.

“meh, why do they need to know right now, I don’t care just as long as you’re happy, but not everyone has to know our business, let them just sit and ship us for a while longer” he breaths out.

“yeah it is kinda fun watching them freak out over the little things isn’t it” I giggle and look down at our still intertwined hands. Jug just smiles and nods down at me.

“Right” I sigh standing up and pulling him with me, “take your clothes off we’re going for a swim” He groans in distaste pulling a face but still he shrugs his shirt over his head, kicking off his shoes. I couldn’t help but stare at his body as he removed the layers of clothes. His slightly indented stomach sort of gleamed as the sun hit his skin. He was perfect to me, not completely ripped like Archie, he had a slightly toned lanky figure which suited him well. Once he was ready I lightly pushed him back yelling over my shoulder.

“Race you to the water” I giggle running ahead. It didn’t take long for him to catch up and we joined the others in the water.

“well look who decided to show up” V commented splashing water up at me. I let out a small screech as the cold water splashed up at my body, I just laughed and splashed her back. Bad move. We had started a splashing war between the group, everyone screaming and laughing kicked and thrashing in the water to get everyone wet.

Even Jughead joined in and genuinely looked happy, something that goes a long way in my eyes, I loved to see him happy and smiling, a nice difference from his usual grumpy disposition.

We all carried on messing around in the water for a matter of time, when Betty suggested taking a swim around the lake, Her and Archie swam off and Veronica and Kevin were heavily enthused in competing on ‘who can do the better handstand’

“You wanna take a walk?” Jughead nudges me, his arm comes up to my waist and he tugs me towards the river bank again. I ring out the water from my hair as we walk towards the rock where his clothes were. He just shimmies on his jeans and hands me his flannel shirt, I look up at him and smile, putting the flannel on over my body.

We walk through the forest into a more secluded area, talking about nothing in general. I stop to look at the scenery before us. You could still see the lake peaking through the trees, and sunlight streaking through the gaps of branches. Jughead pulls me towards him by my waist and presses his lips against mine briefly. he pushes his forehead onto mine and breathes out “Beautiful” raising a hand to my face he strokes my cheek, his rough thumb stroking over my bottom lip, I look up into his eyes and notice the contentment in them.

He leans down pressing his lips to mine again, harder than before, his grip around my waist subconsciously tightens. My arms sling around his neck, one hand coming into contact with his face the other falling to the back of his head grasping the wavy raven locks in between my dainty fingers.

He slowly starts to walk me backwards not breaking the kiss until my back hits a tree. Both of his hands now resided on my waist tugging at the shirt he had so graciously handed to me. Our lips moved roughly against each others, both of us pouring our passion into the other person. My hands slipped down from his neck and rested on his smooth chest. Jughead pressed himself closer against me our chests now flush together. I could feel the rough bark from the tree behind me digging into my back. Giving me a slight sensation while our lips were meshed together.

I captured his bottom lip in between my teeth and lightly sucked on it before returning my lips to his. His hands slid round my waist to my lower back where he pulls me closer into his, if that’s even possible. The closeness between us right now was why we enjoyed being with one another, the raw connection we both felt never hesitated to send shivers down my spine.

“Woah! what’s going on here then guys” We hear the smug comment from Veronica, causing us to pull away from each other in shock. she just laughs and shakes her head. “I knew something was going on between you two” and walks away yelling to the others that she had some “big news”

“Well i guess the cats out of the bag then” Jug smiled and looked down at me, still holding onto my waist.

“Do you want me to go and tell her not to say anything?” I enquire looking up to him shyly, not really caring we were caught.

“Nah, let them all see I’m a fool for you” he replies pressing his forehead to mine smiling down at me. I just smile and lean up to press my lips to his once more. This really couldn’t have been a more perfect day.

Dating Alex Standall Would Include
  • always making fun of his hair 
  • but low-key loving it 
  • temporarily dying your hair the same color to tease him  
  • “Look, we’re twins!" 
  • "Ohmygod Y/N" 
  • dying it back eventually
  • calling his dad ‘sir' 
  • always eating dinner over at his house 
  • when his brother is there, he teases you guys
  • “Make sure to wear a condom!”
  • Alex calling you 'ma'am' 
  • that name sometimes making its way to the bedroom
  • making sarcastic comments together
  • having contests to see who can out-wit the other
  • “Why do you hang out with those guys anyway?”
  • playing with his nose ring
  • holding hands, always
  • getting ready to get in the middle of the fight between him and Montgomery
  • Clay holding you back
  • taking care of him and treating him like the most fragile thing when he gets his stomach things
  • “Stop picking fights with Montgomery, do you want to get your ass kicked again?!”
  • “Gee, thanks.”
  • accidentally overhearing him and Clays conversation about the tapes
  • not knowing that it was Alex that wrote Hannahs name down
  • confronting him about it
  • giving him the silent treatment
  • talking to him again when you remembered how badly Hannahs death is affecting him
  • feeling insecure and unsure of his feelings towards you 
  • “Y/N, I love you not Jessica.
  • “Not anymore?”
  • “Not anymore.”
  • noticing he’s becoming darker and moodier than usual
  • “Alex… you know you can talk to me. I’m here for you.”
  • “I love you.”
  • “I love you, too”
  • him saying ‘I love you’ more often than usual
  • you deciding on going to talk to him about his actions and what you think it’s hinting at
  • you hoping that it’s not what you think
  • being too late
  • immediately driving to the hospital when you got the call from his mom
  • the hospital not allowing you to see him 
  • you throwing a tantrum
  • skipping school to stay in the hospital
  • hating yourself for letting this happen
  • “It’s not your fault-”
  • “Yes it is, Mr. Standall…”
  • “…I wasn’t there for him like I said I would be.”

Originally posted by alexstadall

Unexpected

I saw some people talking about the “Stiles comes back from college hot” trope, and it reminded me that I needed to make a seperate post for this fic!

Inspired by this post. (On AO3)


He’d been hoping for a reaction.

If he was being honest, he’d actually been anticipating a reaction.

While he’d been away at school, he’d started meeting people and making new friends. Some of those friends had turned out to be fitness guys, who loved running and working out. Stiles had ended up accompanying them on numerous gym trips, until eventually he liked it enough to just go, with or without them. He’d liked the feeling of being stronger, being able to trust his body to do what he wanted.

He’d become more confident with his looks, and started accepting invitations to parties. He’d started buying better-fitting clothes to show off his physique, and felt incredibly flattered when he was flirted with often. He’d kissed a lot of people, talked to a lot more, learned as much as he could, and even hooked up a few times.

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GOT7 REACTS TO: Having a chic s/o

Anon Asked: Got7 reacts to having a chic/savage S/o?

So you’re asking me to do a reaction of Got7 dating me? - Admin Dayna


Mark

While he’s absolutely immune and unfazed to your generally cold shoulder, he likes to be a little extra and fake hurt just to annoy you a bit. He’d laugh off your harsher words like it’s nothing, but put on an entire theatrical death scene to your tamer, pettier jabs.

Your attitude never really hurts his feelings much. You usually only ever act that way in public anyways. During intimate moments you were warmer and far more affectionate then you put off. 

So for the most part Mark just rolls with it.

Originally posted by ultranicolet

Jaebum

It’s like Jaebum is dating Jaebum. 

The entire relationship’s foundation is saying the exact opposite of what you actually mean or do. He’d tell you “I love you” you tell him to fuck off. You’d ask him to do you a favor and he’d just tell you to get tf up and do it yourself… only for him to get up and do it anyways. 

“You know you’re extremely luck to be dating me, [y/n].”

“You say that because you don’t have to wake up to see your ugly face in the morning.”

“It’s this very attitude why I always leave your ass on read.”

Honestly, people outside of the relationship really don’t understand how you guys are even together.

“Alright, I’m ready to go, Jae.”

“… you can’t stand beside me dressed like that, Jagi. 3 meter radius distance.”

“My foot is about to be 3 meters up your ass.”

Originally posted by wellhell0therenicetomeetyou

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Hold On, I’m Coming (Part 4)

Originally posted by yourfavoritedirector

Summary: Bobby confronts Dean at work. Later, you decide to fix things once and for all, but Dean thwarts your plan.

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,300

Warnings: language, mild angst

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Jamie - Names (Drabble Series)

Bucky | Barnes | Buck | Sarge | Jamie | Soldat | Love | James | Epilogue

Character Pairing: Bucky x Female Reader

Summary: She calls Bucky by many different names. Each one portraying a different emotion, motive behind her words changing and telling with every utterance off her lips.

WC: 1550

A/N: Tags are now closed! This chapter is my favorite. If I were Bucky’s girl, I’d totally just call him Jamie all the time. I’m so blown away by the positive response to this series. I posted another series here earlier this summer and I think it got 45 notes at most on a chapter. Thank you so much guys!

Jamie was a name she used in two instances: when she was drunk and when she wanted something. It always amused him and he found it cute, wishing she would use it more often.

“Hey Jamie, what do you think of repainting the dining room?” (She was both for this one.)

“I know we never officially talked about getting a cat, but Jamie he’s so cute. You’ll love him I promise!”

It was the night of another rager of a Stark Party, a few weeks after Steve dragged everyone out to the compound. They were celebrating the end of a very successful mission that had taken months to plan and execute, not that Tony ever needed an excuse to throw a party.

She was drunk, relieving the stress of the past few weeks with one too many martinis.

“Jamie! Jaaaaaamieeeeee!” she sang out.

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13 Reasons Why (Tape 5)

Characters: sister!reader, Dean, Sam, John, Mary, Ketch, Gabriel

Warnings: swearing, lying, discomfort, overall angst

Word count: 5535

Summary: as he begins to resolve things with Ketch, Dean realises that the tapes need to be kept safe and hidden. He continues on to listen to tape 5 and finds out more about why you decided to take your life.

Series: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

“I can’t let these tapes get out, it would be the end of me working for the Men of Letters,” Ketch snapped.

“You’re worried that these tapes will be the end of your job? They were the end of Y/N’s life!” Dean screamed. He didn’t care that so many guns were pointed towards him. He was tired of everyone making these tapes about them, they were about you! “Look, I don’t care about your damn job, OK? But those tapes aren’t going anywhere, no one you work for is going to find them and there’s not a chance in hell that you are burning them!”

“I have to,” Ketch replied with a calm voice. “I can not let these get out, your word means nothing to me. You Winchesters have screwed me over more times than I can count.”

“Right back at ya, buddy,” Dean replied. “How do we know you’re not gonna take them back to the Men of Letters for some weird analysation crap?!”

“We can burn them here if we must,” Ketch complained. He didn’t understand, Dean was not letting him take them.

He looked over at Sam, gave him the nod and just like that, all four of them had their guns out. Mary shot the man to her left, John shot forward at a woman and Sam chased someone into the library. Ketch ran to Dean and knocked his gun out of his hand. More people around Ketch and Dean just started dropping like flies. Sure, there were more Brits in that room, but the Winchesters were the best. They protected those tapes because they were important to you. You needed them to be heard by everyone on there, and Dean wasn’t done yet.

Dean had taken as many punches as he had thrown, yet Ketch still seemed to be becoming weaker a lot faster. The anger inside Dean must have been pushing him past whatever he was supposed to feel; he just felt numb and continued to go at Ketch, eventually knocking him to the floor.

Ketch picked up the gun he had kicked over and was about to point it in Dean’s face. That’s when Mary turned the safety off on hers while she pressed it against the back of Ketch’s head.

“Don’t move a damn muscle,” Mary growled as Ketch realised that everyone on his side was dead. They had killed them within minutes.

“Now, now Mary,” he said as he stood slowly with his hands up in defence. “Let’s not make any bad decisions.”

Sam walked over to the tapes that had been dropped. One of them had been crushed… Tape 5.

“You destroyed one of the tapes,” Sam snapped. His voice was dangerously low.

“What? Which tape?” Dean asked in worry as he stepped forward and noticed the number on the tape. “No, no no no,” he cried. “I hadn’t listened to that one yet, I can’t miss one out. I need to know what happened to her.”

“Dean,” Ketch tried to speak.

“Shut the fuck up!” Dean fumed. “You broke the fucking thing, now you are going to fix it.”

“And why would I ever do that?“ Ketch snarled as he spat some blood from his mouth on to the floor.

“Is it yours?” Dean asked calmly although the rage was still coursing through his veins.

“What?” Ketch asked, Dean looked at him as if it was obvious and once again, he was angry.

“Tape 5!” Dean screamed. “Is it yours?”

“No,” Ketch shook his head. He started to worry when he pieced together what Dean was planning. “You wouldn’t-”

“Oh, I would,” Dean snapped back as he held the broken tape in his hand. “You will fix this thing or I swear I will give your boss your tape. Don’t try me, Ketch.”

Ketch pressed his lips together and breathed heavily through his nose. He was more worried than angry, that tape would ruin his life. “These tapes aren’t going anywhere, your bosses aren’t going to find out about them,” Sam added. “Even if they do, they don’t have a chance against us. These tapes are Y/N’s legacy… And we protect our own.”

Ketch wasn’t left unattended. Someone had a gun at the back of his head at all times because he was the most untrustworthy person any of them had ever encountered.

When it was Dean’s turn, he sat opposite Ketch at the library table with his gun pointed towards him. “Why do you wanna be rid of it so bad?” Dean asked.

“When you hear it you’ll know,” Ketch replied as he kept his eyes on the tape. He was slowly but surely fixing tape number 5.

“So what you’re saying is you hurt her-”

“What I did wasn’t good. It wasn’t good for Y/N and it wasn’t good on my behalf,” Ketch admitted, his attention was still on the tape he was fixing. “If the Men of Letters find out about what I did, it wouldn’t only lose me my job, they would kill me.”

“Why?” Dean growled quietly. His grip on the gun in his hand tightened.

“Because it goes against orders, I lied to her about something they wanted her to do and then it led to everything that happened, you’ll see when you get to my tape.”

“Everyone talks about these tapes so simply, like they’re just so easy to listen to,” Dean snapped.

“I didn’t find them easy,” Ketch replied, his focus drawing away from the tape and his eyes looking at Dean. “I liked Y/N. Not in that way of course, she was very young, not really my type. But in my cold heart I found a soft spot for the girl… Knowing that I did something that affected her life so badly wasn’t easy for me to hear.”

“So why didn’t you just burn them after you heard your tape?” Dean asked with genuine curiosity.

“Y/N said in the first tape that I was being watched, so I listened to them all.” He returned to fixing the tape, it almost looked as good as new. “When I finished the last tape I was going to burn them, but Sam took them from me and passed them on. I was never able to track them again until they were back here… Every time I remembered who the next person on the tapes were, they had already finished them and passed them on to another,” Ketch finished explaining.

Dean was still angry, but at least now he understood why. He didn’t trust Ketch as far as he could throw him, but he knew that when he let him go there was no chance he would tell the Brits about what happened. He was too scared of them finding out about the tapes.

Once the tape was fixed, they let him go. Of course, not without a stern warning from each of them first. Coming after you was a mistake that Ketch would never make again. At least Dean knew now how careful he had to be with the tapes, he couldn’t just leave them lying around for someone to find easily.

This was a lesson that Dean needed.

Ketch was gone, the dead Brits were still left in the bunker but they all bagged up the bodies and prepared them to be salt and burned. Sam quietly suggested to Dean to go and listen to tape 5 while the rest of them took care of the bodies.

Another tape. Another sad story, another thing Dean may not be able to handle. This time he took the tape to the kitchen and sat in there to listen to it. Your voice played through the headphones.

“Bad decisions. We all make them, right? I mean, some worse than others… But we all make them. Sometimes even if we know it’s the wrong decision, we just want a sense of security. We want to feel safe and sometimes making the easy yet wrong decision is the only way.”

* * *

It was a Monday which meant your brothers wouldn’t be visiting you until tomorrow. Although you were mad every time they visited because they didn’t get you out, the loneliness of them not being there was slowly killing you. It was awful. A pain that was inexplainable.

You sat in your room on the small, uncomfortable bed. It squeaked every time you moved, the springs inside stabbed into your back. All your thoughts were on every negative thing you could come up with, but you were drawn away from those thoughts when a man suddenly appeared in your room, causing you to scream. His hand came over your mouth to stop the screams. “Shh, it’s okay. I’m a brother of Castiel.”

His confidence in his words made him feel trustworthy. You never trusted any of the Angels, but this one seemed different. Even after slowly losing faith in all the people around you, it felt like you could somehow trust this Angel. He moved his hand away from your mouth and you began to question him quietly, you couldn’t let the nurses hear you talking to someone.

“You’re an Angel?” You questioned. “Who are you?”

“Oh, sweetheart. I’m not just any Angel.”

* * *

“And it was him, the sweetest and cockiest Angel I had ever met in that moment. The Archangel… The trickster…”

“No!” Dean cursed.

“Welcome to your tape, Gabriel.”

* * *

“Why are you here?” You breathed out shakily. “What do you want from me?”

“Well, your brothers have been praying a lot and quite frankly it’s annoying me,” Gabriel admitted. “They’ve been praying to Castiel, but brother dearest is busy and will not stop asking me to do the job for him. I’m here to check on you, to ask how you’re doing.“

“To check on me?” You questioned with an aggressive tone. “I’m in a damn psychiatric institution, how do you think I’m feeling?”

“Ok, you’re right. Asking how you were was a stupid question,” he admitted. “Maybe I can just cheer you up? I have nothing better to do.”

“Cheer me up, how?” You asked with genuine curiosity. Any other Angel would have just came to see if you were still alive and then left. But this one, this Archangel that the boys had told you about before, the so called ‘trickster’, was kind. Why was he kind? It didn’t make sense to you, but you didn’t want to wish it away. You needed to know what would happen next.

“Well what do you want?” He asked. “Are you hungry?”

With a click of his fingers a bacon roll appeared in front of you. “I’m a vegetarian,” you snapped at him. You wanted to see how far he could be pushed.

“My apologies.” Once again, he clicked his fingers and it was gone. “You tell me what you want, Y/N.”

“My hair is a little tangled, I hate it like this,” you complained.

“No problem,” he smiled as he passed you a hairbrush that suddenly appeared in his hands. “And here, a cupcake. It’s vegetarian, I promise.”

Gabriel placed the cute cupcake on the table next to you and gave you his sweetest smile. He was so kind. You still didn’t understand why, but you didn’t seem to care. “You want me to help?” He questioned as he took the hairbrush from you and you turned around. He gently pushed your hair back behind you so he could start brushing it. He was careful over the knots to be sure he didn’t hurt you. Who knew that Angels could be kind?

After that day, he began visiting you every day. He would bring you presents and take care of you, he made you actually want to be alive rather than cry and moan all day about how bad it was. He made you feel happy, and even though the nurses had no idea about his regular visits, they all noticed a big change in your mood. They told your father, John, that it may be time for you to leave the hospital because you were showing signs of the medication working and that they were finally increasing your levels of happiness.

It was a few months before you were allowed to leave and you owed it all to him. To Gabriel.

So, on that last day when you were released, you kissed him. On his last visit to your room you grabbed him by his shirt, pulled him close and softly kissed him. His lips were smooth, they moved gently with yours as his hand moved to the back of your head to pull you closer to him. It lasted longer than you had expected before you pulled away and smiled at him. He was perfect… But you knew it wouldn’t last. So why did you let yourself get so close? What was he going to do to hurt you?

When you were discharged from the institute, Sam and Dean were the ones to pick you up. You spoke to them happily and didn’t bother to be angry with them anymore, it wasn’t their fault you were in there anyways… It was Charlie’s. But you had to forget about her now, just focus on the positives. The things like the kiss with Gabriel.

“What’s got you so happy?” Dean asked from the drivers seat while Sam rode shotgun.

“What’s there to be unhappy about? I’m coming home from the worst place in the world and I don’t ever have to go back. I’m with my brothers, I’m happy now,” you smiled.

“Well we’re happy to have you back,” Sam replied gleefully. “And we know how much you’ve missed it so we’re buying you lunch at-”

“Louie’s Pizza Parlour Extravaganza?!” You screamed excitedly.

Dean chuckled. “How’d you guess?”

“You guys know it’s my favourite!” You exclaimed as you clapped your hands together. “This day can’t get any better.”

The boys both loved your excitement in that moment. All they were doing was taking you for pizza, to them that’s all it was. But to you it was getting to spend time with your family once again and eating a pizza from your favourite pizza parlour in the world. It was a huge difference to the food they had given you in Serenity Grove. To them it was another day, to you it was perfect.

You spent hours at the pizza place just talking and messing around, it was one of your best memories with your brothers. It was a moment you appreciated so much but it didn’t last long. Nothing good ever did.

You knew it was coming, but that didn’t make it any easier having to hear it. “Y/N, on a more serious note, we need to know what’s happening between you and dad.”

You shook your head. “I don’t have a dad.”

And you wanted that to be the end of it. No more talking about the ass that was John Winchester. Of course it wasn’t the end, but you continued to look down and eat your fries.

“Dad misses you, Y/N,” Dean spoke. “He’s happy that you’re coming home.”

“Home,” you laughed ironically. “That’s a funny word, really, isn’t it? My home is with you guys, not John and his bitch wife.”

“Hey! That’s our mom you’re talking about,” Dean snapped.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you replied sarcastically. “John and your bitch mom. There, is that better?”

“Hey, come on,” Sam tried to speak reasonably. You had only just got out and he didn’t want to cause an argument. “You and dad may not see eye to eye on a lot of things, but he’s really excited that you’re coming home. So is mom.”

“If they wanted me home so badly they wouldn’t have put me in there to start with,” you replied quietly, avoiding eye contact with both of them. “But sure, let’s go back to the bunker. I knew this wouldn’t last anyway.”

So there it was, the pain once again. Why did John and Mary have to even stay with you guys? They were adults that could get out on their own and take care of themselves.

The trip back to the bunker was silent. You didn’t understand how you could go from having the time of your life with your brothers to complete silence and awkwardness. It wasn’t a strange occurrence for things to go from good to bad within a matter of seconds, but that didn’t make it any easier.

Since the ride back was so long you began thinking that maybe you could take control of this, you could control whether you were happy or sad. Even though you hated him with every fibre of your being, John was happy that you were coming home. Maybe you shouldn’t get all angry with him when you return. You weren’t going to forgive him of course, but getting angry wouldn’t bring back lost time. You just had to hold on to your kiss with Gabriel and hope that it was enough to push you to be nice to John and Mary.

As Dean parked the car outside the bunker, they both looked back at you in the back seat and were about to ask you to not react badly to John. “You guys don’t have to say anything.”

You opened the car door and stepped outside before making your way towards the bunker. You stepped in casually just like you were heading back home once again, which was what you were doing but it had just been a long time. You made your way down the stairs, your expression unreadable as Sam and Dean followed behind you. John and Mary were in the war room just waiting for you to arrive back. They stood and soon as they saw you, no one knowing how to react.

You stared at John and just thought back to the times he had visited you. You knew he was thinking about it too, those times you had attacked him and kicked and punched and screamed that you hated him. “Y/N,” he spoke softly.

And in that second, just the sound of his voice angered you. You hated him, but at the same time, you loved him. You could feel holes being burned into you from the stares you were getting from Sam, Dean and Mary. As you dropped your backpack to the floor and stepped towards John, you thought that everyone would expect you to attack him. But you didn’t speak, you didn’t say a word. You reached out your arms and hugged him.

For a moment John didn’t react. He had no idea this is how you would react. Then he sighed with relief. His daughter was home and she wasn’t mad. Of course you were, but you had to put it behind you. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close. “I’m happy you’re home.”

You smiled to yourself because his words felt real, like he really meant them. You didn’t believe them, but hearing them was going to have to be enough. You looked over at Mary after you pushed out of the hug with John. “It’s good to have you back, sweetheart. I made you something to eat,“ she smiled.

You could have just told her that the boy’s already took you for lunch, but of course you didn’t.

“What, did you poison it or something?” You snapped as you remembered her saying that you were better off dead. You realised what you had just done, and everyone stared at you just like they were waiting for you to fuck up. No, not anymore. You weren’t going to let that be who you were. “I’m kidding!” You giggled. “Sorry, it’s been a while since I’ve been in a normal place. Appropriate and inappropriate kinda merge together in that place…”

“It’s okay,” Mary smiled as she reached her hand our for you. Her smile seemed genuine. It confused you, why would she be kind to you now after what she said?

Regardless, you needed to start putting effort in to improve your own life. That’s why you took her hand and let her lead you to the kitchen. You had expected the boys to follow you but they stayed where they were which just left you and Mary alone in the kitchen. She gave you the tomato pasta she had made you and sat opposite you while pouring a glass of orange juice.

Even when everyone else wasn’t around, she was nice to you. If she hated you so much and thought you ruined her family why would she still be nice even when you were both alone? “If you need anything else, just let me know.”

The whole day felt a little weird now that you had a new attitude. You all seemed to get along ok, which made you think even more that you were the problem. You weren’t the problem, families just argued sometimes and that’s part of life- no ‘one person’ is the cause of all fights between a family.

You returned to your room and began thinking of Gabriel again. You wanted to see him, you couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss. It was soft and tender, he was so sweet and slow. It was perfect, you wanted more. You needed more. When you prayed, he didn’t show. Why?

You thought that he must have been busy and decided to just head back to the library where everyone was. You sat at the table in the library and picked up a book, mindlessly flicking through the pages as your thoughts were back on Gabriel.

“You know-” you heard at the same time as a flutter of wings, “-I can hear you when you think about me.”

“Gabriel!” You exclaimed as you threw the book down. “What are you doing here?”

“I was about to ask him the same damn question,” John growled. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Dad, it’s okay,” you replied and everyone’s eyes shot to you. “What? He’s a good Angel, he was there for me in Serenity Grove.”

“Yeah, I was ‘there for her’,” he winked at the rest of your family. “You know, helped her out when she was in need.”

“You didn’t need to be there for her,” Dean snapped. “Sam and me visited her every week.”

“Well, if you helped her in the way I’m talking about, that would be kinda wrong, wouldn’t it?” Gabriel asked in a cocky tone. You thought he was talking about the kiss, but then he continued to lie. “Those nights we spent tangled up the sheets really were special to me, Y/N.”

“You son of a bitch!” John screamed as he jumped forward to grab Gabriel but he just disappeared and reappeared in a different place.

“Tangled in the sheets?” You questioned. “No! Nothing like that happened.”

“You can’t deny it when I have this to prove it,” Gabriel smiled as he pulled out his phone and pressed a single button before all of your phones went off. You pulled it out to see the picture that he had sent to every single person on his contacts and you knew that he got most of them from the boys and Castiel.

The picture was compelling. He must have taken if when you closed your eyes to kiss him. The photo was cropped so that it just showed above your shirt so it looked like you weren’t wearing one, the angle looked as if you were laying down. And of course, you were happily kissing him back and your hair was a mess.

You looked up and noticed the judging looks you were getting from everyone in your family… Even from your brothers. They were the only people you cared about the opinions of. “Ok, yes, we kissed but we didn’t-”

“Save it,” John snapped. Gabriel was going to ruin everything. “You stay the hell away from my daughter,” he growled at the Archangel.

“Whatever you say,” Gabriel smiled before clicking his fingers and disappearing from the room. How could he do that to you? After everything.

“I promise it’s not true!” You tried to explain.

“Out of everyone it could have been you chose him!” John shouted. “After everything he has put our family through, you just couldn’t help yourself could you?”

* * *

“Those words were heartbreaking. You said it as if I was just a common slut that sleeps with everyone, like some cheap whore. You called me easy… If I was so easy, why did everyone find me so hard to love? Why did you?”

* * *

You had stormed off to your room after they all failed to believe you. Why would your family not trust you that you would tell the truth? You expected Mary and John to not believe you but you had thought your brothers would support you. They didn’t. They said it wasn’t a problem but that you should have admitted to it rather than trying to hide it. It just resulted in you screaming at them all and then coming to your room to cry.

As you wiped the tears away, someone unexpected appeared in your room. Gabriel. “Y/N?” He asked as he noticed your tears. “Sweetie, what’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” You growled. “Are you fucking kidding me?!” You slammed your fists against his chest but as you went to do it again he grabbed your wrists.

“Just calm down, we can talk about this.”

“Why did you lie?” You sobbed as you stopped trying to pull your wrists away from his hands. “You’re ruining what I have with my family. I hate you! I hate you!” You tried to hit him again but it was just a failure and the tears continued to stream down your face.

“Hey, talk to me,” he tried to calm you.

“You lied about us having sex,” you cried. “Why?”

“Me and some of the Angels had a bet that I could convince a bunch of your friends that we really did, it’s no big deal,” he chuckled.

“No big deal?” You asked as you yanked your hands away from him. “It’s a big deal to me you asshole! What the fuck is wrong with you? Is that all I am to you? A bet?”

“No! Y/N, I wanted to kiss you.” He brushed your hair away from your face but you slapped his hand away.

“Don’t touch me. You can lie about touching me, maybe that’s one thing you can take from me, but one thing you can’t take from me is my right to say no. Now get the fuck out of my room. Unless you tell the truth, I never want to see you again.”

You felt amazing after what you said. You felt strong and powerful. You told him what was what and he knew it. You knew that through the change on his face when you told him what he could never take from you. “I guess I won’t be seeing you ever again then, Y/N, unless you change your mind.”

You stood there with your arms crossed across your chest and scoffed at his words. “Not fucking likely.”

* * *

“People were right about you Gabriel. And when I say people, I mean everyone that ever had anything to say about you. Some said you were sweet, but others said you were a liar and a cheat. They were all right. You were one book with two covers, I guess I forgot to read the other one before getting involved in your story.”

Tape 5 was over. Dean, once again, was left with his feelings after the tape. A few minutes later, Sam came in to the kitchen to grab some food. “You alright, man?”

“Gabriel’s tape was just. Wow, I mean,” he sighed. “Shit, dude. Why didn’t we believe her?”

Sam shook his head. “I don’t know.”

“I mean, at the time the evidence was there, he made a damn compelling case. But now I’m thinking back to it and… Why? She was our sister. We didn’t believe her, worst of all we believed Gabriel over her! She knew how much we hated that guy, how much he hurt us,” Dean began to rant. “She must have felt so betrayed… Every single one of these tapes, we always seem to have something to do with it. It’s our fault more than anyone else’s.”

“We can’t afford to think like that,” Sam said as he took a seat opposite Dean at the kitchen table.

“Why not? Because it’s the truth?” Dean growled. “We need to take some damn responsibility.”

“Not for the tapes that aren’t ours,” Sam replied quickly.

“You don’t even have one!” Dean snapped back.

“And I’m still blaming myself!” Sam finished. “You think you’re the only person that feels all this pain and that you’re the only reason why? It kills me every day to even wake up, Dean. I have to push myself to get out of bed and face another one of these fucking days where she’s gone and we have to keep living. She was my sister too… I loved her. You’re not the only one that lost her.”

“You don’t think I know that, Sammy?” Dean questioned with a softer tone. “Look, I’m sorry that all I do is complain. But I just feel like we did something wrong, like we didn’t do enough. I’m sorry, I know that you miss her… I do too. But Sammy, we can’t let it pull us apart like this. We’re gonna all have to be there for each other if we’re going to get through this…”

Sam just looked down at the table before nodding. “I was thinking about what you said before about Jody, that we haven’t visited in a while. She called earlier and asked if we wanted to go visit, she might have found a case.”

Dean smiled with a nod. “Just me and you? What about mom and dad-”

“They’ve already found a hunt somewhere else,” Sam interrupted. Dean knew that it was because they didn’t want to go, but he just nodded at Sam’s lie. He couldn’t be bothered with even more arguing. “Ok, better get packing…”

They both headed off to their rooms to just grab a few shirts and everything they would need for the next few days. As Dean was about to put his wallet away, he realised that he still had the note in there that you had left Sam for the tapes. He thought about it for a few moments before taking it out and holding the folded piece of paper between his fingers. He sat there on his bed, took a deep breath and began to open up the letter.

His fingers brushed over it as he smiled at the fact it was your handwriting. He always remembered that when you were researching you would write things down that could be of importance later. Then, before he could stop himself, he began to read the letter.

Sam…
Sammy.
I know that this letter will be hard for you to read.
But I promise you, it can’t be as hard as it is writing it.
I need you to do me a favour with these tapes that I’m leaving you…
I need you to make sure that everyone on there listens to them…
And I want you to listen to them too.
These tapes are the only legacy I’m leaving.
When you read this letter it will already be too late, I’ll already be dead.
I love you and Dean so much, and I’m sorry for what I’m about to do to you.
Well, to you, it’s what I’ve already done.
It’s my time, I know it’s my time. I just can’t do it anymore.
You don’t need me, you’ll move on to the next problem that life gives you and forget.
I never wanted to hurt you and Dean, and I wish I didn’t have to do this,
But I do. It’s the only way for me to feel okay again.
I’m so lucky to have met such a amazing people like you and Dean. You’re my family.
I don’t deserve you guys, I never did. I would have destroyed you,
Just like how I destroyed my mom. It’s what I do, I ruin people’s lives.
I couldn’t live knowing that I could ever hurt you. I love you both too much.
I hope you can forgive me. I’m so sorry. I love you.
Love from, Y/N

Dean’s tear dripped on to the paper; that was how he eventually realised at he was even crying. The letter was powerful, it was so full of love for them but hatred for yourself.

“You ready to go man?” Sam asked as he knocked at Dean’s bedroom door.

“Yeah,” Dean hid the rest of the tapes in the safe in his room and put tape 6 in the player, ready for when he was at Jody’s. He finished the letter, and now he’d finished tape 5. He was ready for tape 6. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

Princess of Themyscira: Part 5

AN: I’m just going to put this right here… .try not to hate me too much …

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four


    Often, your days on Themyscira were filled with training; both mental and physical. You could often be found running with your sisters, or practicing with your bow. When you were resting, reading, you could be found up in a tree; letting the breeze dance across your skin.

           In the three years since you’d come to Themyscira, you’d grown out of your awkwardness and into an Amazon Princess. You were strong, and you could fight. More often than not you were praised for your grace. Which is why, when you fall out of a tree while reading, and pop your arm out of its’ socket you’re more than a little embarrassed.

           Artemis teases you about it for days. Even worse, you’re forbidden from any physical combat. Instead you spend time playing strategy games with Io. Still, the sound of swords clashing calls your name. Io reads you like a book. With a smile, she begins packing up the game, before you walk to the stadium together.

           The rest of your friends are already there, you sit in the center of the group and listen to the conversation as you watch the fight. They only gain your full attention when they start talking about you, “She’s only been down for a few days and she’s already itching to get back in the ring.”

           You smirk at Artemis, “Enjoy your break while you can, I’ll be kicking your butt again soon enough.”

           Your sister smirks back, “The little princess has gotten cocky.”

           “I learned from the best.”

           There’s laughter, before a voice cuts through, “I would agree.”

           Your sister’s bow their heads as your grandmother approaches. Io makes room for her to sit next to you, and she takes your hand in hers, “You are your mother’s daughter, my little moon and stars.”

           You smile, “And my grandmother’s granddaughter.”

           She laughs, “Also very true.” She pauses, “I see the longing in your eyes, your desire to be on that field, so I am proud of you for listening to the physician’s orders of rest.”

           You smile, “I doubt I could take anyone with a bum shoulder any way.”

           Calyce smiles, “She’s too modest our queen. She has very quickly become one of the best.”

           Your group sits in silence for several minutes before the sound of a horn hits your ears. As a group, your heads turn towards the beach. You see anger in your grandmother’s eyes as she orders you, “Return to the palace.”

           Before you can ask what’s going on, they’re running. You watch as they grab their weapons and race towards the shores of the island, your grandmother leading the charge. You watch them go without a word, knowing better than to question her when she uses that tone.

           You slowly make your way back to the palace, hoping for some news or some idea of what’s going on. Instead, the palace guards find you and escort you to your room. You scowl as you close the door, and race to the window.

           You do your best to see something over the trees, when you feel someone’s breath hit the back of your neck. Spinning you throw a punch with your bad arm and immediately regret it. You wince as you meet sparkling eyes.

           Your own go wide, and your mouth opens and closes several times, before his name comes out of your mouth, “Bart?”

           He smiles and says, “Hey there Pretty Bird.”

           You smile as you throw your arms around him in a hug. His arms wrap around you, before he picks you up off the ground and swings you around. You can’t help but smile.

           Pulling back, you ask, “What are you doing here? My family, are they here too? What happened with the war?”

           He pulls you in for another hug, “Let me enjoy the moment for a second Pretty Bird. It’s been three years.”

           You smile and hug him again, before pulling him over to the bed. You watch as Bart’s eyes dart around the room, “It’s a lot different from your room at Wayne Manor. Remember that time your mom caught us making out on your bed?”

         You grin at the memory. Bart had been your first boyfriend, but before that he had been your best friend. For some reason the two of you had always clicked.

         “This is a different place, and I doubt my sisters will be any happier to see you than my mother was.”

         He grins, “You sound like your mom.”

         You shrug and sit on the bed, “It’s a way of life around here.”

The two of you sit in silence for several minutes before you ask again, “What happened to my family, Bart?”

           He’s silent, but he continues to hold your hand, “It’s funny, I keep thinking that if I let go of you, you’re going to disappear. Like you’re not really here. I missed you Pretty Bird.”

           You squeeze his hand, “I missed you too Bart, but I need to know.”

           He sighs, “Let me start by saying that the war is over, and we won … at a price. We’ve lost most of the league, and half of the team … including your mother.” You don’t realize that tears are streaming from your eyes until Bart reaches up and wipes them away. “The first major attack took out most of the League. Your mom led the charge, and it was a long and dirty fight. Lots of blood, and just horrible. I still have nightmares about it. We lost your mom, my grandpa, several lanterns, Green Arrow, and a lot more. But it provided the turning point we needed.”

           Bart’s grip on your hand tightens and he says, “The next major strike bought our victory, but it cost us even more. We lost Artemis, Conner, and L’agann.”

           You swallow before asking, “What about my brothers.”

           He smiles, “They’re alive, but at a cost.” You nod and he continues, “Dick is alive, but he’s not himself. He’s serious all the time and he rarely leaves the cave. Tim is paralyzed from the waist down thanks to a shrapnel attack. Jason is okay, blind in one eye, but he’s still Jason. No one’s seen Damian since the whole thing ended though.”

           Your voice is husky, “When was that?”

           “A year and a half ago. We’ve been swamped with cleanup and rebuilding. No one knew how to find you, until your parent’s lawyer contacted Alfred. You mom left behind instructions, and a will among other things.”

           You nod several times, trying to absorb the information, Bart places a hand on your shoulder, gaining your attention, “She left some stuff to you. Important stuff.”

           Slowly you ask, “What important stuff?”

           He shrugs, “Not sure, Alfred has it.”

           “And where is Alfred?”

           “Currently?”   

           “Bart.” You warn.

           “On the beach with what remains of the team and league.”

            You groan, before pulling him to his feet, “Let’s go.” He knows better than to argue, as he picks you up and carries you to the beach. It feels like old times as you watch your surrounding zoom by. It really reminds you of old times when Bart trips on the sand and sends you flying.

           You land with a crash, hitting your bad arm as you go. You grind your teeth to keep from screaming, as you push yourself to your feet. You’re very aware of just how quiet things are, as you stand and turn to face the two major factions of your life.

           Your eyes scan both crowds, before they land on someone you never thought you’d see again. He’s standing near the shoreline, his dress shoes scuffed with sand, and looking far too out of place in his suit.

           Still you can’t help but smile as you race for him. You can feel your sisters’ eyes on you as you throw your arms around the man you think of as a grandfather. His arms return the hug immediately. “Oh Ms Y/N it is so good to see you.”

           You take in his scent of mint and cigars and smile, “I missed you so much Alfred.”

           “And I you.”

           The clearing of a throat has you turning to stare at Jason. He’s dressed in his red hood gear, minus the helmet. He looks older, and the white of his blind eye is a clear indicator to what the war had done. Then he smiles and years seem to melt away as you throw yourself into his arms.

           He squeezes you tight before lifting you up and swinging you around, “I missed you something fierce squirt.”

           “I missed you too Jaybird.”

           He smiles, and let’s go before turning you to face someone new, and says, “He missed you too.”

           You stand in shock for several minutes. You’d never seen anyone other than your father in the suit, and Dick …well Dick looks so much like him in that moment that it hurts. He doesn’t open his arms to you, and that’s your first sign that something is wrong.

           Slowly, you make your way to him, before stopping right in front of him. You raise your hands to either side of the cowl, and he grips your wrists to stop you. Softly you say, “You were never meant to be him Dick. You don’t belong in the dark, you belong in a spotlight. You don’t have to be him.”

           Slowly, his fingers loosen, and you peel back the cowl. His face is the same, but his hair is a bit shaggy. You brush it out of his face and stare into his eyes. You see it there. He’s so tired of losing people, and in so much pain that it nearly overwhelms you. You pull him in for a hug, and slowly he reciprocates. His forehead leans against your shoulder and you feel the tears drip onto your skin.

           When he starts crying, you do too, because both your lives are different. You’ve both lost some of the people dearest to you. Your world has changed, and as much as you may wish, there’s no way to change things back.

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Summary: Bucky comes back after a fight.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 501

Based off of this prompt: I need a place to stay.

Warnings: Language, miiinor angst. But otherwise hella fluffy.

A/N: Here’s the last drabble I wrote celebrating 1500 followers. It’s kinda crazy how now that I’m past 2000 now eep. Hope you guys enjoy this!! <3

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Oikawa, Kageyama and Kuroo + Christmas Special ‘Mistletoe’

Warning: some swear words.


Oikawa Tooru

‘’Oikawa-’’ Kiss. ‘’-stop it-’’ Kiss. ‘’-already,-’’ Kiss. ‘’-you jerk!’’ And what did you get? Another kiss.

After miserably failing to push this needy lips, you tried kicking as slapping, but even these methods wouldn’t stop this monster.

‘’Why should I? It is not my fault we are standing under the mistletoe!~’’ He laughed, pecking both of your cheeks, before coming back to your abused mouth.

‘’Well, it’s not my fault you keep dragging this fucking tree everywhere we go! And put your tongue in my mouth again when we are in public and you will have to explain to Iwaizumi, why you can’t attend practice for the rest of your life!’’  You groaned, pulling his hair as hard as you possibly could, but his dingustinly sweet grin didn’t falter even a little bit. 

‘’One more kiss and I’m done, okay?’’ He asked innocently, tilting his head to the side.

You only nodded in response, agreeing - happy at the thoughts of ending this torture.

Tooru blushed slightly, put his hands around your waist and connected your lips. The kiss was special and domestic in many ways. It felt different than any other, but also very similar.

After five minutes, which seemed like forever, he finally moved away from your probably red face. You cheered in you mind, because now you will have a little more freedom.

But then he fucking pecked your lips again.

‘’Hey! You cheater!’’

‘’I said, no kisses! However, we didn’t discuss pecks, smooches, butterfly kisses, etc. it’s going to be a long Christmas for you, my love!’’
He chuckled childishly, but you still felt an unpleasant shiver run down your spine.

He may look like an angel and all, but deep inside he was a devious creature.

Originally posted by odd-ballduo


Kageyama Tobio

It was probably nothing new, but you and Tobio were arguing again. You didn’t even remember what was the whole thing about, but you were screaming anyway.

You didn’t even care that your loud conflict was placed in the gym in front of your teammates and senpais.

‘’Tanaka-senpai.’’ Whispered Hinata. ‘’Don’t you think we should stop them or something?’’ He asked completely dumbfounded.

‘’I don’t know, I’m not ready to die.’’ The bold male, replied with a frown.

‘’I think I have an idea.’’ Added Sugawara, who literally appeared out of nowhere.

‘’You know what Tobio, sometimes you are so freaking annoying that I don’t know why..-’’

-

‘’You don’t know why what?!’’ He interrupted harshly, not ready for your answer. His eyes shined furiously.

‘’Why–’’

‘’Heey~ Look up guys!’’ Someone who you assumed was Sugawara-senpai sang, pointing at the Sawamura, who was standing next to you unnoticed until now.

‘’What?!’’ You and Kageyama yelled and looked up in unison.

What you saw, caused the blush on your, now calm, faces. You immediately started regretting nasty words from earlier.

Your bodies froze for a minute, before your eyes finally caught a proper contact and millions of overwhelming emotions made you throw yourselves at each other, into the long awaited kiss.

You were too much in love to behave like that and this cheesy Christmas tradition was able to remind you of that

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Kuroo Tetsurou

He wasn’t furious, he wasn’t even angry. He has just started feeling a little more desperate lately.

You and he have been an official couple for two months now and despite his great adoration for you, not sharing a first kiss was absolutely stressing him out.

He has tried to kiss your beautiful pinkish lips on several occasions, but none of his well-prepared ideas have worked so far.

‘’Maybe, you should try under the mistletoe.’’ Kenma stated calmly, not bothering to look up from his phone.

‘’Kenma, you are a genius.’’

‘’Am I?’’


But the volleyball captain didn’t hear his friend’s words anymore, already involving all of his teammates in a new plan.

After fifteen minutes of talking, kicking, arguing at throwing bals at faces - all of yelled some motivation things and decided to do their best to make Kuroo happy…or quiet.

-

You were currently doing absolutely nothing when Yaku came out of nowhere looking determined for a reason you weren’t ready to know.

He patted your arm gently to gain your attention and asked you to go to the gym. Not wanting to disappoint him, you just did what he asked for.

Opening the gym door, you were welcomed by a swallowing darkness.

‘’Um, hello? Yaku told me to come here..’’

‘’Come closer!’’ Someone, whose voice you could recognise everywhere, whispere from somewhere in front of you.

‘’Tetsu what..’’

‘’Just come closer!’’

‘’Okay, okay. Geez…’’

You made more than five steps and suddenly the lights turned on, almost blinding you.

‘’Wh–What is THIS?’’ You exclaimed, shocked upon seeing the whole gym ceiling decorated with fresh branches of mistletoe.

‘’Surprise!’’ Kuroo’s hands sneaked around your shoulder. His mouth dangerously close to your ear, tickling it with every breath. ‘’Now you have to kiss me.’’ He whispered slowly, trying to be seductive and well, succeeding.

Out of nowhere, realisation hit you harder than three first days of period.

‘’If you wanted to kiss me, you could have just asked.’’ Laughing you turned to face him.

‘’I know, but it was stressing me out–’’ You didn’t even let him finish and kissed him roughly. throwing him off guard.

He was talking to much anyway.

+

‘’Heey, Yaku-senpai..since we are here too, maybe we could..–’’

‘’Fuck off.’’ 

And poor Lev, left gym whining like a child.

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Games and Pizza

warnings: none

words: 1,162

pairing: peter parker x reader

request: hey! love the blog. could I request a peter x reader when y/n is on the volleyball team at their school and she has her first game. they win and have pizza at peters house, which ends with them sleeping in the same bed together (I’m sorry I had to asdfgh) they’re also crushing on each other but don’t say anything! my team number is #10 btw!! thank u!

a/n: thank u for liking my blog!! I know literally nothing about volleyball but I tried lmao. I also totally cant remember if their mascot is a tiger, but it is in this bc I (once again) haven’t slept. I hope u like it! requests are open!

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Six days without fucking you are too long

Summary: You and Jungkook make a bet who can go the longest without sex. Guess who gives in first.

Requests are open!!

A/N: I read a mtl to make a bet about who can go the longest without sex and immediately thought how stubborn Jungkook is and how funny it would be, so I wrote this instead of one of my requests haha

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Reader X Jungkook

Word count: 1.9 k

If you continued reading at this speed you could finish your book tonight. But only if there weren’t any distractions. And there was one very tall one entering your flat right now. You sighed deeply as you heard Jungkook walking towards your bedroom. He had been out with the boys but Jungkook wasn’t the one to get completely trashed, he was only slightly drunk. And in fact very horny. Immediately when he had entered the bedroom he let himself fall next to you and tried to get your attention.

y/nnn

y/nn

baby

“What do you want Jungkook?”

“You.”

“Not right now, I’m tired and I want to finish this book.”

“But pleaseee

“God Jungkook why are you always so needy can’t you go one day without sex?”

“I’m not needy you’re the needy one here. You always want to fuck when I’m too tired after practice.”

“You are the one that always wants to fuck at the most inappropriate times! Remember your last concert or the dinner lately-”

“Yeah don’t try to tell me I was the only one willing then, you’re as bad as me.”

“I’m definitely not.”

“Fine then how about a bet, who can last the longest without sex?”

“And what does the winner get?”

“The loser does all the housework for a week.”

“Fine, I’ll win anyways.”

Jungkook left the room, frustrated but determined to win. You finished your book and went to sleep as planned, Jungkook joined you later after playing some video games. The next morning you found yourself in your usual sleeping position in Jungkooks arms. You snuggled closer up to him, only to feel his boner poking you in the back. He groaned and you shifted around a bit to accidentally rub your butt against it. He groaned again, gripping your hips tightly to stop you from moving.

“How about you just give up? Imagine what kind of fun we could have now.”

“Are you kidding me? If I give up after one day you will never let this down. I’m stronger than this.

“Let’s see for how long.”

You giggled as he rolled away from you to escape your teasing. He had dance practice today so he wouldn’t be home till late in the evening. And after practice he was always too tired to do anything besides falling into the bed and sleep. His luck.

The next few days went on normally how they would anyways. Just without the sex. He had a lot of schedules with the group that provided enough distraction for him. When he came home he was mostly tired so he went to sleep immediately. As hard as it or better he was, he couldn’t sleep without you cuddled up in his arms, he just got up quickly every morning to take care of his problems before you could tempt him to just give up. It was not only hard for Jungkook, you were suffering as well. But you wouldn’t give in that quickly. You were close to giving in when he had come out of the shower, only his towel around his hips, his toned chest and stomach still glistening with water drops. He was honestly a sinful gift sent by the heavens. But you resisted the temptation and just crossed your legs and pretended to be completely captured by a game on your phone. You decided to get him back for it on the same days evening, walking around only in your underwear pretending to look for something. Whatever you looked for was strategically placed under the TV so you had to bend down right in front of Jungkook who was sitting on the couch. You could hear him breathing harder but he didn’t move. After you had returned to the bedroom you could her the bathroom door being locked and you smirked. Hopefully he would give in soon.

On the fourth day of your bet you received a text from Namjoon.

From: Namjoon

As the leader of our group and as Jungkooks friend, you need to end this stupid bet. Jungkook is a mess, he can’t focus for long and he’s constantly in a bad mood. Please give in you know his ego wouldn’t let him.

That was Jungkooks problem, he started this bet and if his ego was too big then he had to suffer, he could give in any time. And you thought he would when he came back this evening. He arrived home from practice and gave you the usual kiss as he greeted you. But instead of pulling back his kisses grew stronger with more need. He walked you backwards until your back hit the wall, kissing you roughly as his hands roamed over your body. He was close to his breaking point, ready to give up. His kisses were raw and needy and he proceeded to suck hickies onto your neck. You couldn’t help but moan, tangling your hands in his hair before he suddenly pulled away. He was panting hard and so were you. But you knew him better than this, he was way to stubborn to give in. His arms trapped you against the wall as he whispered in your ear.

You know I’m not gonna loose this baby.

Neither will I.

You captured him in one last kiss before you duck under his arms and walked towards the bedroom with a smirk. He followed you but this night he made sure you didn’t cuddle up too close to him to avoid you rubbing your ass onto his dick. He wouldn’t survive it this night. On the morning of the fifth day you seriously considered just throwing this bet out of window. Jungkook had a concert and fansigning and would sleep in a hotel for one night. But as bad as you wanted Jungkook to finally fuck you again, you would at least last a week. That was your promise to yourself.

Taehyung was at your door to pick Jungkook up and Jungkook made sure to only give you a quick kiss before he left. Taehyung grinned widely and obviously held back a bunch of stupid comments. Through out their fansign you received multiple texts from Tae informing you that Jungkook had been asked by fans if he had any worries or if he was really stressed since he seemed so tense and unfocused. You made sure to fuck around with him a bit more, getting into his favorite lingerie set and posing as nicely as you could. Your phone buzzed and it was to your surprise Tae and not Jungkook.

From: Tae

What the fuck did you just do?? Jungkook looks like he will pass out any second. Or like he will stab us all.

The concert was hell for Jungkook. He loved it, he loved performing, he loved the fans, no question. But he couldn’t get you off his mind. Especially not after the pictures you had sent him earlier. He needed to end this as soon as he got home. The night at the hotel was too long. He shared a room with Taehyung who wouldn’t stop teasing him until he fell asleep. He couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

You were surprised when you heard the front door being unlocked, usually you would get a text like I’ll be home in five. You were just in one of Jungkooks big shirts and your panties, since you had just gotten up. Jungkook entered the flat, slamming the door shut behind him and dropped his things carelessly on the floor. He walked over to you in quick and determined steps and crashed his lips onto yours. You melted into his arms as he grabbed your thighs so you would wrap them around his waist and lifted you onto the kitchen counter. After a while he pulled back to catch his breath. You chuckled.

“Well nice to see you too Jungkook.”

I give up. This stupid bet needs to end. I give up okay, it has been six days since I last fucked you, I can’t do this any longer. I’ll do all the housework for a week I don’t care just please let me fuck you here and now.”

It was very unlikely for him to beg and you could see the desperation in his eyes. Six days were too long. You grabbed his hair and pulled him close to kiss him. He carried you to your bedroom without trying to break the kiss, throwing you onto the fluffy mattress. In seconds he was back hovering over you, trailing kisses down your neck. You both were impatient and needy so it took no time until you both pulled your shirt over your head. You were left only in your panties and Jungkook proceeded to take off his pants as well, leaving him in his boxers. He wad already incredibly hard. His kisses wandered to your breasts, gently sucking on your nipple as his fingers toyed with the other one. You moaned and arched your back, trying to grind yourself onto his knee that was placed between your thighs. He growled lowly.

“I can hear how fucking wet you are.”

His lips trailed lower and he wasted no time until he pulled down your panties. Without any further warnings he wrapped his lips around your clit and pushed a finger inside you. You were dripping wet and he could easily push in a second finger, curling his digits upwards so they would brush against your spot with every thrusts. You were so needy it didn’t take long till you were clenching around him close to your orgasm. His fingers worked with an intensity borderline painful as his lips were wrapped tightly around your clit and you tried to speak between moans and panting.

“Wait stop, Jungkook.”

He looked at you questioningly. Why on earth would you stop him from giving you an orgasm after he hadn’t touched you in six days.

“I want you inside me when I cum.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, hastily taking his boxers off before he hovered over you. He didn’t tease you this time, he hadn’t had the strength for it. When he pushed inside until he filled you up all the way both of you let out a guttural moan.

Fuck you’re so tight, stop moving around or I will loose it right now.”

It had been too long since you felt this full and satisfied. You couldn’t stop clenching around him. Jungkook was too close already to go slow or tease you any further, he thrusted into you hard and fast, hitting your spot with every thrust.

“Oh god you don’t know how much I missed this. How much I missed you.”

“I’m s-so close, Jungkook, I c-can’t hold it any longer.”

His fingers went straight to your clit rubbing hard circles onto it and you lost it. Your vision went white as you clenched erratically around him. He followed quickly after you, groaning and moaning your name. He made sure to ride both of your highs out completely before he pulled out and dropped next to you onto the bed.

“We are never gonna make a bet this stupid again okay? Six days without fucking you, completely wasted, think of all the things we could’ve done.”

“We have plenty of time now haven’t we.”

Who Hurt You? - Derek Hale

Originally posted by sweetchild0mine

THIS IS BECAUSE MY BBY DESERVES BETTER! 

Summary: (Y/N) confronts Derek about his tendency to shut everyone out. Derek then answers (Y/N)’s questions. 


“Stop pushing me away Derek!” I yelled as I followed Derek through his flat.

“I’m not pushing you away” he scoffed.

“You are! You’ve been avoiding every question I’ve ever asked you! I feel like… I don’t even know you at times!” I huffed and sat on his bed in defeat. He put his hands in his face and then slowly sat next to me.

“Ask me anything, then. I don’t care how dumb it is.” 

“Okay… whats you’re favourite colour?”

“Red. Next”

“What’s your favourite food?” 

“Uhh, I don’t know. I eat a lot of those 2 minute noodle things.”

“I’ve really gotta get you out more” I giggle. “Okay, what about you’re favourite memory?” He smiled and looked away from me deep in thought.

“On our first date where you insisted that I ‘didn’t know how to date’ so you took me to the lookout and we sat under the stars and you told me about you’re family, hopes, and dreams. You looked so full of hope and love. I’d never seen anything like it” I smiled and kissed him deeply.

“Okay, well then what is you’re least favourite memory?” I ask. His smile is immediately wiped away and he gets off the bed and starts to get changed. 

“Don’t know. Next”

“Derek, you said you’d tell me whatever I wanted to know. You know everything about my past. If it’s too much to talk to me about, I get it, but I’m sick of you constantly shutting me out. Who hurt you?” He stopped what he was doing and turned back around to face me.

“When I was 15 I fell in love for the first time. It sounds stupid now but she was everything to me. Long story short… She was given the bite but it didn’t work and so I had to put her out of her misery.” He says as his eyes flash blue. Even from his short reply I could see how much he felt from her purely from his face. He looked and sounded as if he were choking back tears. I stood up quickly and wrapped him in a hug.

“Derek I’m always here for you, okay? You did the right thing and you know that. I love you” I smile at him and kiss him on his chest, where my head reaches. “Come on, lets lighten up the mood.” I say and walk over to the bed jumping back on it. I play some music on my phone and pat the spot next to me. He slowly walks over confused until I pull him down and throw the blanket over us. “See, now we’re hidden from the world. Just us” I smile at him even though its too dark to see. I feel his arms wrap around my waist and he pulls me close. After a couple of minutes he pulls the blanket off our heads and laughs.

“As much as I like it being just you and me I also like breathing.” 

“True.” I laugh and snuggle into his side. 

“I wanna stay like this forever. Just you and me.” He whispers.

“Same. Y’know… maybe we could travel. Do it in every country?” I smirk and he laughs. I kiss him again and lay back down getting ready for a nap.

“God, I love you.”

“Love you too baby.” I say softly as we fall asleep intwined together. 

Fingertips

Originally posted by kissing-pleasure

“Fingertips puttin’ on a show. Got me now and I can’t say no. Wanna be with you all alone, take me home, take me home. Fingertips puttin’ on a show. Can’t you tell that I want you, baby, yeah”

I hadn’t noticed her until she bought me a beer. I hardly notice anyone anymore. It’s something I learned in the industry. If you don’t want to be seen, don’t notice anyone. 

But the way she carried herself…the way her body moved was literally shouting at me. She told me her name, but I couldn’t hear her over the loudness of the bar. She was gorgeous, the way she flipped her hair to the side and the way she smiled at me so innocently, yet I saw the devil under that grin. 

Her fingertips ghosted against my bicep, leaving a trail of goosebmps where her fingers had been on my skin. I was drawn to her.

I wanted her.

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Promises - Happy Lowman

Requested by @chaosmieu

List#9: 7, 9, & 10 - Happy♡

7. “Please stop getting my hopes up. Just stop!”

9. “I’m not a fantasy. If you want me, earn me!”

10. “Sit there, watch me choose you. Watch me earn you.”

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Camp Mockingjay - Ch 8

Originally posted by weare-goingup

Hi all, so sorry for the late post today! It’s a holiday here in Canada and I didn’t get to a laptop until now. At any rate, this amazing chapter by @titaniasfics, is well worth the agony of the wait! Enjoy!!! Since we’re pretty sure we know what you’re going to vote with this one, we won’t be adjusting the deadline to vote. So, reply with your choice by noon EDT on Wednesday! And don’t forget to reblog. Half of the fun of this game is the great discussion and debate you all have each week.


We stop by Peeta’s cabin on the way to the archery fields to pick up the cookies he promised but, to my surprise, he adds other items I’m sure belong to the cafeteria - soda cans, fruit, and sandwiches wrapped in cellophane.

“You’re not supposed to keep food in the cabins,” I say, watching him fill his backpack. Thankfully, everyone is at the party so the sleeping areas are quiet.

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Sinful (Lucifer drabble)

Warnings: Slight smutty, gracek!nk, bossy!lucifer, fingering

Summary: Just a drabble I had that I posted to my Wattpad, so I thought I would share here as well. The reader is left to babysit Lucifer, but things take a n unexpected turn. So let me know what you guys think? Should I write more like this?




“Y/n, he’s not that bad-” Dean began to say trying to reassure you.


 "-My brother is far too injured to be of any harm, Y/n,I assure you,“ Cas cut in casually.


 "Cas!” Dean scolded him, throwing him a look that read  ‘you’re not helping’ in big letters, but Cas either didn’t get it or didn’t care.


 "It’s true, Dean. Lucifer-“ Cas paused, interrupted by the door to the library suddenly opening, revealing none other than the devil himself.


 "Are we talking about little old me?” he asked with his famous half-smirk, the blue eyes of his vessel starring at you.


 "No.“


 "No.”


 "Yes.“

Originally posted by lucifersagents


 Lucifer smirk grew as he regarded the three of you.  He shifted back on his heels and blew out a breath. "So,” he began with a clap of his hands. “What about me has got you all guys gossiping like old biddies?”


“We are not 'old biddies’,” Dean mumbled under his breath, sounding like an overgrown child.


Of course this action caused Lucifer’s smile to spread, obviously happy that his words had affected Dean.


 "Y/N, does not wish to keep you company while Sam, Dean, and I go to investigate a case. We were trying to convince her you were of no harm,“ Cas supplied to Lucifer, looking quite pleased with himself for getting the gist of the conversation.


Lucifer out a hand over his heart dramatically, "Y/n, I’m appalled! Of course I won’t harm you!” He rolled his eyes at you, “it’s not like I’m the Devil or something.”


 "But, you are the Devil, Lucifer. Have you bumped your head?“ Cas asks him with furrowed brows.


 You bust out laughing, causing all three men to eye you suspiciously. This was getting ridiculous. You obviously weren’t going to get out of babysitting duty, but Cas’s innocence was to much for you to take. How had so many years with Dean not make Cas a sexual know-it-all?  How was he just so hilariously innocent?


 "Go,” you finally managed after calming down. “Just go. If I get bit by the Devil, I’ll call.” You start to push them playfully out of the library.


“Lucifer, please do not bite, Y/n! Dean has always told me that it’s rude,” Cas called over his shoulder.


You feel your face grow hot, as you slam the door shut. Starring at the wood, you try to push Cas’s words from your mind by instead focusing wholeheartedly on trying to calm down your humor and your hormones. It was no secret the Lucifer’s vessel Nick was very attractive. The blonde hair, the forked tongue, and all the other little things about him you wanted to explore. Not to mention Lucifer himself was just delicious. A fallen archangel. He was obviously hurting, had daddy issues, but there was a fire underneath, something that just spoke to you. A part of him still held love, passion, loyalty, humanity. You had fantasized about bringing those qualities out in him, healing the devil with affection-love? Maybe.
You were so engrossed in your thoughts that when Lucifer spoke you jumped halfway out of your skin.

Originally posted by lucifersagents


 "You wouldn’t really call them if I bit you, would you, Y/n?“


 You shrug, turning to face him. "Depends on how hard, I guess?”


Lucifer eyes seemed to darken at that point as he regarded you thoughtfully. “Do you like being bit, Y/n?”


 "Ah-“ you could feel your face heat up again at his words. Maybe they weren’t meant to sound so sensual. After all, angels-any of which you’d already met weren’t "hip to the lingo” of this day and age. So why would Lucifer be any different?


He’s only the Devil.  


Even still, you could feel the flush of your body warming up your neck and your face.  You tried to avoid his eye contact, not quite ready to admit the Devil put a fire deep in your belly. He couldn’t know what you were thinking about, obviously right?


“You didn’t answer me, Y/n,” came Lucifer calm and collected tone a moment later.


“Like I already said, depends on how hard and what context.”


“Ah- and what context would you like my bite, Y/n?” he asked stepping closer to you in a blink of an eye. 


 He was getting too close now, walking closer to you with a almost sensual demeanor with a determined glint in his eyes.  Your body and brain were shifting into to high alert for different reasons. Your body was beginning to buzz with life in areas you had not felt life before. You almost feel as if you are shaking at the knees in an anticipation that you didn’t understand. You were beginning to feel warm, and aching. In your mind, you felt a lot like prey- helpless tracking every movement of the predator in front of you. The way his muscles bunched and moved under his shirt as he moved closer, the way his eyes seemed to demand contact with yours. Rationally, you knew this was not a prey vs. predator moment, because who could honest run away from the devil?


 Lucifer chuckled, his lips picking up at the corners sinfully once more. “I would catch you, you know, Y/n.” his voice fell over your body like a dark, forbidden caress. Finally, standing in front of you, he raised one hand to your check in a gentle but dominant hold. “Tell me, Y/n, you will not run.”


    “L-Lucifer?”


“Such…descriptive thoughts run through that pretty little head,” He says as he leans his face into your neck and you feel him chuckle against your skin. “And I thought I was sinful. You make me look like a saint again, Y/n.”


 "I do?“


You feel cold lips against your skin, a lingering caress. You feel him make his way around your sensitive skin, barely holding still. Was Lucifer really going to bite you?
"Oh, have no doubts, Y/n. I fully attend to accurately create and indulge in every single fantasy of yours tonight before those three return. And I fully intend to bite you.”


 He pulls back and stares at you thoughtfully. “As I said before, you make me look like a saint. But tonight- I intend to show you exactly why I am the devil.” He pulls you flush against him with a smirk, and smashes his lips to yours.

Originally posted by sensualkisses


 The cold yet comforting feeling of his kiss shocked you. You had thought his kiss would be demanding, arrogant, but that wasn’t the case. Yes, the kiss was demanding. He demanded you respond, that your lips moved with his, that his tongue caressed yours as your caressed him, but he was gentle. It was like he was holding onto the most fragile gift he had ever received. He was coaxing, not arrogant. It was a complete reverse of what you would have expect.


  When his lips finally left yours, he began his focusing his attention on your neck kissing down the sensitive column. It shocked you when you felt his slightly sharp teeth nip at your skin, causing you to jump with a squeak.


  “I thought you said you would enjoy my bite?” he questions against your skin.


 "I do,“ you whimper. "Please, Lucifer.”


In a matter of a few seconds, you find yourself against the wall, pants and shirt seemingly disappeared. Your legs around Lucifer’s waist, as he pushes your bra down. His lips hungrily attacked your hardened nipple as you let out a keening wail. His fingers were spayed out along your neck giving the impression of danger, but not really.

Originally posted by wonderlandgirlforever


He was everywhere.


You jumped when you felt a hand that couldn’t have belonged to Lucifer, slide into past your underwear line. Lucifer chucked against your breast, and pulled back to wink at you.

Originally posted by kissableandsexy


 "Even the little of grace I still have is sinful, my dear,“ he concludes to your unspoken question.


Lucifer’s invisible hands glided across your inner thighs, shivers following their path. They began to curve upwards, pressure circling around your clit. It felt strange, almost forbidden. It was torture to have this unknown touch against your skin. It was exquisite.


  And you wanted more.


You arched into his touch with a wanton groan which Lucifer was more than happy to oblige. You felt his teeth bite at your nipple a little rougher as you heard (more than felt) your underwear being ripped away.


  "I have to touch, Y/n.”


 You were so ready. The need hot within you, your juices flowing in anticipation. You clenched your thighs and nodded at him, breathless at the situation. You basically were fornicating with the Devil. And it was totally okay with you. The god of a man in front of you who was treating your body and needs as his on personal vendetta. His touches were cold and electric, but warm at the same time. Everything about him made you crazy.


 You felt his invisible hands run through your folds, and felt him groan against you again. “So wet for me. Damn, pet. You are sinful. So much delicious, sinful wetness. All for me. Say it,” He commanded, rocking his jean-clad bottom into your apex.


 You gasped, “Yours.”


 He presses against you hard, a growl in his throat. “Whose?”


 "Yours, Lucifer.“


 Suddenly, a cough across the room, catches your attention. Freezing, you and Lucifer throw your heads towards the location of the cough to find Dean standing there awkwardly.

Originally posted by godshipsit


You watch as Dean coughs and averts his eyes, rubbing his neck. "Guys, that’s nice and all, but can we not do this in a public library?”


 Lucifer’s eyes roll, “It’s not public, technically.”


Not. The. Point.” Dean reassures, pointing toward the door.


 Lucifer turns back to you and sends you an eye catching smirk. He brings his fingers up, and in a snap, you’re gone.

Trans- Joker

I’ve wanted to write a trans joker thing for a while and finally actually got to it. Part 2 is here! Part 3 is here! Part 4 is here!

Joker bit his lip hard, groaning in pain as cramps ripped through his stomach.

He could handle most kinds of pain, some he even he enjoyed, but this?

This was terrible.

He was experiencing his first period in over 10 years.

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Let it Snow (Peter Parker)

Originally posted by spiderholland

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warning: Cursing

Summary: Y/n decides to stay inside on the first snow day of the school year and Peter, doing as he always does, convinces her to join him for a day in the park. 

Author: Dizzy

A/N: This is just a fluffy little fic requested by @rapunzxl and @padfootserastartsnow who both asked for a Peter Parker fic with dialogue promt #21,  “Hey! Look over here!” “Don’t throw that snow- god dammit!” 

Masterlist Request Any Of These


“Can you be cute and adorable another time? I’m trying to focus on something important.” Y/n said, looking at the dog in her lap as she tried to read her book. 

Y/n pet the dog on her lap, glancing out the window occasionally as she tried to focus on the book in her hand, but was unsuccessful in focusing once again due to her mind wandering on where one Peter Parker could have been. 

No one would have ever thought Peter grew up in New York due to his excitement and fascination with the white substance that fell from the sky on chilly days. 

Peter scrambled down the fire escape and fumbled with the window Y/n was sitting in front of as he pulled his gloves off to get a better grip on the window. 

“It’s locked.” Y/n stated from the other side of the glass, not looking up from her book. 

“It’s never locked.” Peter replied, trying to open the window once again.

“When I’m home alone, it’s always locked.”

“You’re never home alone.”

Y/n looked up from her book and locked her eyes with Peter’s. “That’s because you think this is your house.”

“‘Mi casa es su casa’, that’s what your mom told me when we became friends.” Peter stated in a matter of fact tone. 

“Well, I’m not my mother.”

“You look like her.”

“I’m not letting you in, Peter.” Y/n replied, burying her nose back into her book. 

“Come on, Y/n, you can’t let your best friend die of pneumonia outside.” Peter shivered dramatically. “It’s… so… cold…”

“Then go home and get warm cause I’m not letting you in if you’re just going to make me go outside.”

“What do you have against the magic that is snow?” Peter asked, looking up at the sky as he opened his mouth to allow flakes to fall onto his tongue. 

“I have everything against snow. It’s cold, it’s wet, and every goddamn year you make me have a snowball fight that just ends up with me sitting on top of you with your face buried in the snow and my hair caked with it.” Y/n snapped. “I’m not going out into the snow.” 


“I can’t believe I’m out here.” Y/n grumbled, her arms crossed as she buried herself further into her coat. 

“Hey, you came here willingly.” Peter stated, grabbing the girl’s arm and dragging her down the sidewalk. 

“That’s because you wouldn’t stop whining! And you promised that we’d go to Serendipity and you know how I love that place!”

Peter chuckled. “I know. I might’ve just said the Serendipity thing just so you’d come outside, you know.”

Y/n gasped. “Peter!”

“Kidding.” He replied, looking over his shoulder at Y/n. “Wanna have a snowball fight?” 

Y/n shook Peter’s hand off of her. “No! No way!”

Peter shrugged and walked away from Y/n before bending over and picking up some snow. He smiled slyly as he packed and rolled the snow into a tight ball. 

This was how all their snowball fights went. Peter would upset Y/n somehow, hit her with a snowball and she would nail him in the face until he stopped laughing at how ridiculous she was being. He would hit her in the face with a snowball and she would tackle him face first in the snow. 

Y/n took a step back, her hand outreached in a stopping position as Peter took a step towards her. As soon as she felt Peter wasn’t going to throw a snowball at her, she turned and started to walk away. 

“Hey, Y/n! Look over here!” Peter called. 

Y/n turned and looked over her shoulder. “Don’t throw that snow- god dammit!

She wiped the snow from her face, her face red and burning and her lashes dusted with constellations made of snowflakes. She cried out angrily before tackling Peter to the ground, pinning him down before he flipped her over on her back, pinning her down.

“When did you get so strong?!” She asked while she struggled against Peter’s strong grip. 

“When the muscles got bigger.” Peter replied a little too cocky. 

“Let me go, you shithead!”

“Not until you stop complaining and have fun.” Y/n groaned and rolled her eyes as Peter. “Hey! Don’t roll your eyes at me. Now, shut up and have fun!”

“Make me.” Y/n challenged. “I bet you can’t do i-”

That was when Peter’s lips were pressed against hers as her eyes fluttered closed and her heart skipped a beat. Her lips were cold against his as their movements fell in sync and Peter moved his hands from around Y/n’s wrists to beside her head before he pulled away.

“Now can we have some fun in the snow?” he asked in a soft and low voice. 

“You, Peter Parker, are something else.” 

Bar Hopping ~ Kim Taehyung

Originally posted by mvssmedia


2 DRINKS

* work sucked 

* i hate my job

*best friend is happily in love

*that’s gross

*life’s gross

4 DRINKS

*mom is on my case about marriage

*got a call from my landlord

*ignored

*old guy just winked at me

*i internally barfed

*gonna need more alcohol before i even consider getting with anyone

6 DRINKS 

*what am i even doing here?

*oh right life sucks

*ooh a cute guy just walked in..

*WAIT.. THIS SONG IS MY JAM.

*danced like there was no tomorrow

*he’s walking over here now

*says his name is taehyung

Originally posted by bangtanboys-official

*dang he cute

*i wanna give him a taehug

*gotta blast before i get too attached

*on to the next bar

7 DRINKS

*i like this vibe

*not as many old men here

*ordered a water so i won’t throw up

*WAIT i know him from somewhere

*oh shit its him again

*he still cute 

*so precious

Originally posted by taehanstic-baby

*i want to squeeze his cheeks

*i did it

*i don’t think he liked it very much

*he’s still here though

*he says he’s in a band

*i challenged the hotshot to a karaoke battle

8 DRINKS

*we took a cab to the nearest karaoke bar

*BOI he’s really goooood

*he’s letting me choose the next song 

*BANG BANG BANG (banga banga banga)

*he singing a ballad

*its so angelic

*i’m getting.. tire..d…

10 HOURS LATER

*yawn

*WHERE THE HELL AM I????????????

*OH MY GOD, ITS HIM

*DID I SLEEP WITH HIM???!!!?

*nah, I wouldn’t do that

*BUT WHY AM I WEARING DIFFERENT CLOTHES THAN I WAS LAST NIGHT?!

*he’s awake

Originally posted by jeonjam

*he’s really cute 

* FUCK I NEED TO FOCUS

* apparently i passed out in the karaoke room

*he helped me get into my pjs??

*THAT AINT RIGHT HE SHOULD’VE LET ME STRUGGLE AND NOT UNDRESS ME

* i yelled at him

*he became very small

*i think he’s ashamed

*i mean i guess he was only trying to help

* i apologized

*he apologized

*we good

SEVERAL WEEKS LATER

* back to the bar again 

* life sucks

* i can’t even remember the last time i felt genuinely happy.

* oh wait

*the karaoke room

*that was the last time

*ah man i should’ve asked for his number

* it’s too late now 

2 DRINKS 

* ah the fresh taste of regret 

* i guess’ i’ll check my phone. there is nothing better to do.

* ew my friend texted me.

* s-she’s pregnant?

* wow i didn’t realize how badly i want kids.

* but good for her.

* yeah, good for her

4 DRINKS

* am i crying?

* wow i should probably stop.

* i can’t stop.

* this must look tragic.

*AH! WHO’S TOUCHING ME?

*oh! it’s him!

* he handed me tissues

* OH! his number, i gotta ask for it!.

Originally posted by mvssmedia

* he’s writing it down,

* holy smokes this kid is even more gorgeous than last time.

* how ? what kind of genetics?

* uh oh

* he caught me staring. 

* he would probably make beautiful children.

* i don’t really feel like drinking anymore 

* let’s bounce.

10 MINUTES LATER

* i convinced him to go to the park across form my house.

* we’re walking now

* it is so nice here at night

* the park is quiet, no children, no dogs, just peace.

* uh oh

* i caught him staring.

Originally posted by bangtanroyalty

* we sat down on a bench.

* i thank him

* he doesn’t understand why.

* he doesn’t understand how he makes me happy even when i’m depressed.

* he doesn’t understand that for some odd reason a stranger can completely shield me from any stress or doubts i’ve ever had.

* i told him that im thankful for his company.

* i’m gonna do it.

* i asked him to stay with me.

* he said yes.

2 YEARS LATER

I walk towards the park that was near my old apartment. So many things happened here. Depression, fear, fun, but most of all love. Little did i know that taking home a stranger from a bar would be the best decision i would have ever made. Soon after Taehyung and I got together, I quit my job and continued to do what I’ve always wanted to do. Photography. Now, I get calls from fashion designers, newly-wed couples, and even people who just want pictures of their dogs. I have never been happier. I look to my left and see my sunshine jogging towards me. He called me here today, i don’t know what for, but whatever it is it sounded important. Taehyung finally reaches me and wraps me in his arms. He points me toward a bench. “ Think back to 2 years ago. You dragged me out of the bar to this park. You caught me staring at you and i smiled knowing you were embarrassed. This is the same exact bench that we sat at when you told me you wanted me to stay. Well, now it’s my turn.” Taehyung knelt down on one knee and took a small box out of his pocket. “ Will you stay with me for the rest of our lives?” 

Originally posted by bwipsul