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Oh my gosh, she’s so colourful! ♥(^-^/\)

Dal DeLorean is a late birthday present to me… from me. I wish I could tell you how great this doll’s concept is, but the truth is: it’s not. I never thought I’d ever like her. When I saw her for the first time, I thought both the purple makeup on her dark green eyes and all those crazy patterns altogether clashed. But every single time I looked at pictures of her, there was just something, that I still cannot quiet define - even though she’s now sitting right next to me. Maybe it’s because Dal is supposed to be a little girl and this version of her, for once, gets that across very well. However, she still needs a name. I planned on calling her Flórián, but she looks more like a Mya in person. What do you think?

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The Kissing Booth

A SnowBaz fanfiction


Simon

Once a year, usually in the spring, Watford stages a carnival for the students.  It’s usually quite humble, mainly consisting of booths selling small magic trinkets, or snacks like cotton candy, sweets and other classic carnival fare.  There’s always the tiny petting zoo over near the Cloisters, and some years Watford even scrapes enough together to bring in a carousel.  Most of the booths are run by student volunteers, and though everything is by donation, all proceeds go to whichever charity the student body has voted on.

           I go every year, mostly for the caramel apples and sweet cider, but this is the first year I’ve been behind the scenes of the carnival and helped at a booth.

           In truth, I didn’t even sign up for it, but Agatha hadn’t had a break all day and needed some cotton candy of her own.

           I should have told her to find Penny, or Trixie or even Minty.  Anyone but me.

           It doesn’t take long for the word to spread that Simon Snow has taken over the Kissing Booth, and mortifyingly the line has doubled in length.  Mostly first or second-year girls, blushing and stammering or swaggering up to the counter with a pronounced sway in their step, with the odd boy interspersed through the line.

           It’s not the worst thing that’s ever happened to me – that honour goes to the time in second year that Baz stumbled upon a spell that made my clothes slowly dissipate, garment by garment, in the middle of the dining hall – and after the first two or three quick, cold kisses I start to calm down, but I’m counting the minutes until Agatha comes back.  How she endured hours of this, I cannot comprehend.  That’s just Agatha, I guess.

           A redhead drops her donation into the tin and her eyes flit around, meeting me for only a split second at a time, her cheeks aflame.  I try to look as non-threatening as I can and lean forward enough that she can close the rest of the space.  She darts in with a kiss that’s no more than a peck before running over to a giggling pair of who must be her friends, a triumphant grin on her face. She must have been dared.  Poor girl.  I hope I wasn’t her first.

           “Well, well, well.”

           My stomach lurches at the cold drawl I know only too well.

           “What are you doing here, Baz?” I say in as civilized a tone as I can manage.

           He stands there with his arms crossed over his chest, his mouth in a twist that’s a bit too amused to be a sneer.  “When I heard that the Chosen One had taken over the Snogging Booth, I simply had to see it for myself.”

           “Well, now you’ve seen it, so now you can go.”

           “Saving the World of Mages one kiss at a time,” Baz murmurs with a chuckle.  “Not exactly what I was envisioning.”

           “I’m only covering for Agatha,” I retort, “she’ll be back in five minutes if you’re wanting her services.”

           He scoffs.  “I’d rather not snog your girlfriend, thank you very much.”

           “She’s not my – forget it,” I shake my head.  I’ve told him at least a dozen times, but it never stops him.

           “She must have been really desperate for a break to put you in charge,” Baz drawls on, his voice smooth like honey but with too much of a bite to be sweet.  “You’d think she’d at least pick someone attractive for the Kissing Booth.”

           It stings, but I don’t flinch.  “What, someone like you?” I spit back too fast.

           His eyebrows shoot up in delighted surprise as I realize my mistake.  “You flatter me, Snow,” he purrs, and I feel my cheeks heat up, but I furrow my brow tighter and hope it passes for anger.

           “Is there a reason you’re still here?” I growl as the burning spreads from my cheeks to my ears.  

           “As a matter of fact, there is,” Baz says, and his gray eyes look cool enough to staunch the flames at the tips of my ears, but the more I glare into them the more the fire rages.  “I’m here to torment you.”

           “Great, well you’ve done that.”

           “I wanted to see what you’d do.”  He leans on the edge of the counter, bringing his face far too close to mine for comfort. “What would the Mage’s Heir do if his nemesis showed up at the Kissing Booth?”

           “You can torment me any time,” I shoot back, “you’re holding up the line.”

           “Oh, yes, well,” he feigns conern, “I wouldn’t want to keep anyone from their kiss.”

           “Then go away.”

           His eyes narrow and he pretends to think.  “Mmm, no.  I don’t think so.”

           “Baz, I’m warning you.”

           “Terrifying,” he drones, “but this is too much fun.  Besides,” his eyebrow flickers up, “don’t you owe me a kiss?”

           I flash him a smirk of my own.  “Aw, Baz. If you were so desperate for a kiss, you could’ve just asked.”

           Baz, to his credit, doesn’t bat an eye.  “You think of that comeback yourself?”

           “There’s a fee, you know,” I ignore him, barely having to raise my voice above a murmur for him to hear me, he’s so close.  “You haven’t paid the fee, so I don’t owe you anything.”

           He doesn’t drop his eyes from mine, and the cool gray takes on the spark of a challenge.  Out of my periphery I see him reach into his pocket, and there’s the clatter of coins dropping into the tin.

           I should punch him.

           I should spit in his face.

           I wanted to see what you’d do.

           I take him by the lapels and crush his mouth under mine.

           He makes a muffled sound of shock.  To be fair, so do I, but mine is more angry than it is surprised.  I kiss him hard and rough, and it’s a bit of a juxtaposition because his mouth is oddly soft.  A face like his, you’d expect his lips to be made of marble, cold and unmoving, but he’s the farthest thing from unmoving.  I can’t tell if he’s struggling or if he’s kissing me back but his lips are so, so soft and I want to bruise them, mark them, bite them…

           I only stop when a series of wolf whistles reminds me that there are at least ten people watching us.

           Trying to salvage the illusion of control, I break away harshly, still gripping him by his collar.  The cocky smirk has dropped from his smooth features and now his face mirrors mine, a matching scowl, like I’ve crossed a dangerous line.  I probably have.

           “Was that what you wanted?” I growl.

           He doesn’t answer, just holds my gaze another few seconds before pushing back from the table, his lapels slipping out of my hands, and stalking away.

*** 

I don’t see Baz at the carnival after that, and I stay as long as the booths are open, perusing the same counters and feigning interest even after having looked through their contents three times.  I keep Penny company where she mans the popcorn booth, drizzling caramel over every few cartons, and I even get bored enough to hang around Agatha back at the Kissing Booth for a little while, until one too many patrons have asked if I’m available for service.  When she and Penny are freed we pet the goats at the petting zoo, the ones that Ebb has graciously volunteered for the event, and take a few spins on the carousel.  Only once the light has begun to fade and the signs are being lowered from their booths do the three of us part ways.  Even then, I offer to help Ebb get her goats back safely.

           Basically, I’m doing anything I can to put off going back to the room, but eventually I can’t avoid it any longer.  I’ve wandered the grounds enough times that the sun has properly disappeared behind the distant hills and I can barely see the ground in front of me. Even then I’m tempted to consider crazy alternatives like spending the night at Ebb’s place, but I’m pretty sure that would be against school rules anyway, and besides, I’ll have to face Baz eventually.  There’s no undoing what’s happened.

           When I finally trudge back into the room, he’s staring out the window at the moat, presumably trying to intimidate the merwolves, but he turns at the sound of the door.  His expression, though I don’t see it for long before I look away, is hard to read. Wide eyes and a furrowed brow, like he’s still mad at me for my stunt earlier, but there’s a bit of a questioning edge there, too.  Almost a where were you edge.

           Normally I have to start any type of conversation, but tonight he wastes no time. “What the hell was that, Snow?”

           There’s no question as to what he’s referring, and I can’t help but get angry again.  “Me? You’re the one who had to start something!”

           “Well, you didn’t have to react so drastically,” he mutters, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall by the window, the moonlight casting its glow on his skin and making him even paler than usual, almost transparent.  I half expect fangs to slide out from his lips for no reason and complete the picture.

           His soft, soft lips.

           “You were egging me on,” I seethe, the memory igniting the rage that I’d felt in the fractured moment before kissing him, “it’s your fault anything happened.”

           “Proud little hero,” Baz says with the slightest smirk, “can’t back down from a challenge.”

           “You know I can’t, not in front of people.”

           “Wouldn’t want them to think the Heir is a coward.”

           I feel like a balloon in me is swelling and deflating at once.  “But that’s just it, Baz,” I insist, anger momentarily aside.  “If they think I’m afraid, what reason do they have to hope?”

           He doesn’t answer right away, and for a second I think maybe he understands. I want so badly for him to understand.

           “No reason,” Baz eventually says, turning to look out the window again, “not with someone like you as the Chosen One.”

           I want to groan, to kick something, to shake him by the shoulders and make him look me in the eye and for once not fight me.  Have we ever in our lives made eye contact without there being some challenge between us?

           “Why did you have to get in that line?” I shake my head.  “There are so many other ways of tormenting me, lower-stakes ways.”

           “To be fair, I’ve already exhausted most of those,” Baz murmurs with a little shrug of his shoulders.

           “When have you ever been fair?”

           “Touché.”

           I’m tired of standing here at the door, so I kick off my shoes and sit down on my bed, trying not to think about how much closer I am to him now, still at the window, looking as vampiric as ever.  His gray eyes are positively silver in the moonlight, and the black of his hair looks silkier than ever, as if it’s soaking the rays directly into him. He almost glows.  I have to laugh a little, because more than once Baz has mockingly compared me, with my bronze curls and sky-blue eyes, to the sun, but he himself wears a halo of night.  If I am the sun, then Baz is most certainly the moon.  Distant, cold, mysterious, almost too pristine to touch.

           His gaze returns to me suddenly.  He raises an eyebrow in a wordless inquiry, and I realize I’ve been staring.

           “What exactly was it you expected me to do?”

           “At what point, Snow?” he gives a humourless laugh.  “You had more than one opportunity to react.”

           “When you paid the fee.”

           His tiny smile disappears.  “It doesn’t matter.”

           “It does.”

           “Drop it, Snow,” he says, the hardness returning to his eyes, and I know I’ve cornered him.  Drop it is Baz’s way of betraying himself, of saying there’s something that he doesn’t want to tell.

           “Was I supposed to kiss you?” I ask.  For some reason I have to know.

           “No.”

           “Then what?”

           “I don’t know, Snow, punch me.  Push me. Beat me to the ground.  Something.”

           My brow furrows in confusion.  “Wait. You wanted me to hit you?”

           He shrugs, more with his head than his shoulder.  “One of us has to get hurt, right?”

           I rise to my feet, and I’m face-to-face with him again, only his eyes are different this time.  Whereas at the booth he had betrayed no hint of doubt at our closeness, now there’s a flicker of something in the silver, something that feels a lot like the way my heart is racing in my chest, and it dawns on me.  He was putting on a show at the carnival, acting like nothing I could do would get to him, just as I had been.

           If they think I’m afraid, what reason do they have to hope?

           One of us has to get hurt, right?

           And suddenly it makes sense.

           There’s only a few inches between us, so it feels almost natural when I lean in and press the gentlest of kisses to his lips.

           He doesn’t kiss me back this time, but he doesn’t move away either.  “What was that for?” he asks when I draw back a second later.

           “You act like we’re so different,” I say wonderingly, “but we’re the same.”

           “How?”

           “What do you think we’d be if we didn’t have to fight each other?”

           I don’t miss the split second of longing in his eyes.  “Keep dreaming, Snow.”

           “Because I bet it would involve a lot more of this.”  I bring a hand up to his neck, my fingers instantly lost in the wavy tips of his hair and it’s exactly as soft as it looks bathed in moonlight.

           Baz closes his eyes like he has to collect himself.  “You’re the hero.  I’m the villain.  What more do I have to say?”

           “Fuck that,” I chuckle, “we both know that’s not true.  You’re a boy, and I’m a boy.  That’s all.”

           “Tell that to the rest of the world.”

           “I don’t care about the rest of the world,” I shake my head adamantly, “I want to know what you think.”    

           “About what?”

           “If there was no act, no reputation, no role to play,” I murmur, “if we were just two boys, what would you do?”

           Baz returns my gaze a moment, searching my eyes.    

           Then his lashes close and he’s kissing me, and my eyes drift shut again like I’m sighing in relief.

           I let my fingers tangle higher up in his hair while my other hand grips the front of his shirt like earlier, only without the anger of the afternoon.  He angles his head further and guides the kiss deeper, his hands gently gripping my waist and pulling me closer.  I melt against him, my mouth moving with his, my head swimming with his citrusy scent, and I can’t hold back the moan that escapes my throat when he takes my bottom lip between his teeth in a gentle tug. Suddenly I’m floating, weightless, and Baz gives a muffled sound of surprise when I press back a little harder.

           When we finally break apart, both of us gasping and dizzy, I immediately want more, want to line his neck with my mouth, want to feel his breath hitch when I reach the base of his throat, want to hear my name in his sigh.  Would he sigh Snow or Simon?  I want to know.

           “Please,” I whisper, dotting a kiss to the corner of his mouth, “can’t we just be two boys?”

           When I meet his eyes, they’re full of more longing than ever.

           In response, he kisses a soft, slow triangle pattern on my cheek, and I recognize the pattern of the three moles by my eye, and I can’t help but smile.

“We can try.”

Baby boy (Jungkook one-shot smut)

Originally posted by nnochu


A/N: Just had it lying around. Will edit later.

Summary: You and Jungkook get carried away at school.

Themes: Baby boy Jungkook, sex with risk of being caught, sex at school, battle for dominance, dom Jungkook, sub Jungkook

Pairing: You x Jungkook

Genre: Pure smut

Word count: 4k (like all smut lol)

Trigger warnings: Dominance, sex at school, teasing, swearing, graphic smut, oral

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You’d first hooked up with him 56 days ago. It was a party. Another one. One you shouldn’t have gone to, just like the 5 before that. The liquor rang strong in your veins and your body shuddered with sexual frustration as you watched him from across the room. He hadn’t noticed you until you made it impossible for him not to. You got real close to where he was sitting on a random couch and danced as seductively as you could. You knew your plan to get his attention worked when you were in the kitchen pouring another drink and he approached you.

“Y/N, right?” He asks, casually leaning back against the counter, which holds the red cup your eyes are still on. You know it’s him and don’t bother to look up- adding to the game.

“And you’re Jungkook.”

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BTS reaction to you squirting (GIF)

Jin- 

You and Jin were going your normal pace to the sweet music playing in the background until you got close. He felt the change in you and began going faster. You were so close, but something was different. He would be surprised at first when you told him something was weird, but when you squirted he got intrigued. “Do you think I can make you do that again?”

Namjoon- 

He kept going harder and harder, while your moans continued to get louder and louder, until he felt you tighten around his cock. He buried himself in you only to be sprayed by your squirt. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry Joon. That’s never happened before.” You said as he collapsed on top of you. “Well it definitely wont be the last.”

Yoongi- 

You were riding Yoongi as normal, because he was to tired to put much effort in, but still wanted to enjoy himself. You began moaning louder and throwing your head back. As of a minute ago you were in control of, tempo, roughness, and everything really, but that all changed when Yoongi saw you in so much pleasure. He quickly grabbed you back pulling you toward him as he began to ram into you. You felt so good that when your orgasm hit you squirted. Yoongi, having never made you do that before was confused and worried. “Did I hurt you (Y/N)? Are you Ok?” You could barley get out an exhausted “Amazing”

Hoseok-

When you got home you barely had enough tome to put your purse down when Hoseok attacked you and pushed you against the wall. His hand was already down your pants before you could ask “Looks like somebody missed me today.” You said getting pulled into a heated kiss. he began to pump his fingers in and put of you while simultaneously rubbing your clit. This had you all fired up and when you were close you let him know. With this information he went faster sending you flying off the edge and squirting on to his hand. “Damn baby girl that’s fucking hot. Wanna continue in the bed room.”

(This GIF is pure sin)

Jimin-

It had started as a night in with your boyfriend Jimin while you watched movies and ate snacks. Apparently Jimin had other plans when he began to kiss down your neck and chest slowly making his way to your lady region. He pulled away your pajama shorts and went to town with those gloriously luscious lips. This soon had you throwing your head back, and clenching on nothing. Soon you couldn’t hold back anymore and you squirted. You felt embarrassed because you had just done this all over Jimin’s face when he looked up at you,licked his lips and said, “It’s all right baby. I love the way you taste.”

Taehyung-

When you said you were in the mood you didn’t have to tell him twice. Taehyung began to pound into you with breaks of slow and sensual. He loved teasing you like this but when you looked him in the eyes and then moaned he went crazy. He began to drill into you with no specific pattern or tempo. This soon sent you way over the edge and you squirted. Even though Taehyung had never seen you do that before he wasn’t surprised. “That’s right only I can make you feel that way, and make you do that.”

Jungkook-

Two words. Confused bun. While y’all were in the heat of the moment he noticed you getting closer and closer. So was he so he decided to speed things up a little. He was so prepared for you to lose your cool and moan his name, but when you squirted instead. He became confused. “Why hasn’t that happened before?” He would ask. “Because it’s never been this good before.”

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A/N: Okay, you guys. I just can’t wait any longer, I’m so excited to share this fanfiction (and this cover) with you all. I am so hyped! May I introduce? In a heartbeat.

Synopsis: Showing up on time for an important job interview is all you worry about when you rush through the streets of New York City on a sunny day, not expecting at all to bump into Thor, God of Thunder and his mischievous brother Loki. Before you know it, you get dragged right into a gruesome battle between two foreign realms and the atrocious menace of Ragnarök, confronted with breath-taking magic, terrifyingly hazardous threats and a fierce warrior who claims to be a Valkyrie. And as if this wasn’t enough already, you find yourself headfirst falling in love with the God of Mischief who, much to your disppointment, already seemed to have set his eyes on someone else, leaving you struggling with rejection, jealousy, heartache and more antagonising pain than your human heart could ever cope with.

Pairing: Loki x Reader
Rating: M
Chapter: 1/?
Warnings: SPOILERS FOR THOR RAGNAROK, violence and blood, mentions of slavery, death, self-harm, depression, panic attacks, jealousy, grief, heartache, smut, Dom!Loki. (More warnings might be added throughout the story)

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It Wasn’t Real (part three)

Summary: You’re part of the infamous Loser’s Club, and often asked, what are you afraid of? You reply, nothing, but what your friends don’t know is that your biggest fear is them.

prologue - one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - nine - ten - eleven - finale

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently.

Pairing: Loser’s Club x Reader, slight Henry x Reader (you’ll see) slight Eddie x Reader and slight Richie x Reader

Warnings: force, bullying, depressing and sad tones, pennywise.

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Originally posted by beep-beep-richie-trashmouth

It was nice to know they’d stayed friends.

Notice the sarcasm.

Richie Tozier. The boy had made a name for himself it seemed, he was more than just the trash-mouth Tozier that he was when you two were friends. Word was that he was some sort of ‘cool’ icon? You didn’t know, but judging from his attire, you believed it. He’d lost the silly Hawaiian shirts and short coloured jeans, and replaced with black. Just black.

It seemed maybe his appearance had changed, but to you, his personality seemed the same. Richie hadn’t even noticed your presence yet, as he jumped on the back of Eddie and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, rough-housing with him. 

The discomfort never left, only added when Richie came along. It was like you weren’t even there. But you guessed, it’d been like that for a while.

You’d heard them, heard in the halls as everyone talked and chatted. You’d seen the way Bill and Beverly still talked, or Stan, Eddie and Richie, or Eddie and Richie. It seemed that you were the singled one out. 

We wouldn’t leave you.

“Don’t call me Eds!”

“Yeah, okay, Eds.”

“Richie!”

Yeah right.

Sighing, you turned around. You’d leave through a back door or something, anything to get away from this conversation. “Going somewhere, Bower’s girl?” Yet once again you felt your body freeze in shock, indignation running through you as you processed Richie’s words. Had he really?

“Richie!” Eddie gasped, shoving Richie off of him in anger. 

Turning around, you clenched your fists and looked up at the suddenly much taller boy. Richie had been short as a child, and you use to be able to tower over him but it seemed puberty had been kind to him. He now stood at the least half a head taller then you, if you not more. You had to crane your neck to look up at him, whereas Eddie stayed relatively the same; you only had to look before you. Though, that did nothing to stop you; “what did you just call me?”

Richie shrugged; “Bower’s girl. Isn’t that what you are?” He asked, and paused when he saw the looks he was receiving. “I’ve seen you around with him, all cuddly and kissing.” He mimicked the actions, and you felt your lip snarl in disgust. How dare he?

“You don’t get to just call me that!” You stated, raising your voice and gaining the attention of a view passer-byers.

“I’m not the one hanging out with a bully, not to mention one that got sent back two years.”

Hurt and betrayal. Those were the only words that ran through you. The Richie you remembered was kind. Yeah, he could be crude at times but he’d never been cruel. The boy before you you didn’t know. You hadn’t known him for a long time. 

Fighting back the tears that threatened to spill, you took a daring step towards Richie; “i’m only hanging out with him because of you.” You spat, crinkling your eyes in hurt. Laughing dryly, you stepped back; “but I imagine you don’t remember that.” You didn’t give Richie a chance to reply before you walked off the other direction.

You knew people could see you, sniffling and doing your best to hide the tears that fell. But no part of you cared anymore, not now, so you let the tears fall freely.

“Richie, it isn’t like that.” Eddie whispered, watching your disappearing figure. Richie did the same before turning his gaze to the much shorter boy below him, giving him a look. Sighing, Eddie shook his head; “Y/N- she’s not like Bower’s.”

“She hangs with him all the time.” Richie spat.

“You really don’t remember do you?” Eddie asked with a shake of his head, while Richie shrugged.

They’d left you. Again, just like that nightmare… 

Hugging your knees closer to your chest, you stared at the river, watching as the water ran by in aggressive waves. Tears fell freely from your hugs, and you felt your body shake. The only thing that could be heard in the vast silence was your soft sobs. 

A crack echoed behind you and you jumped, your body spinning around quicker than it ever had to see who was creeping up behind you. You only felt the fear grow when you saw Henry Bower’s step past a tree, knowing that anything to do with the teenage bully couldn’t be good. You whimpered, tired and knowing that you were alone, no one was going to help you.

He reached you within record time and you flinched, crawling back desperately. But Henry held his hand out to you, as if trying to tell you something. “I won’t- i’m not gonna hurt you.” The words sounded foreign on Bower’s tongue, had you ever heard him sound so gentle before?

You wiped at the tears on your cheeks; “w-what?” You questioned, your voice soft but raw with the crying you’d done. Henry took another step forward, walking just so he was beside you. You stared warily up at him, watching as he held his hands out to his side before slowly taking a seat next to you.

“I’m not gonna hurt you.” Henry repeated, “I promise.”

“I-I don’t understand…” 

Henry said nothing more, only reached behind him for something in his pocket. You felt your heart spike at what it could be, fear racing through you until Henry pulled out a box. You leaned slightly closer to read the words written on the package; it was a pack of cigarettes. And you weren’t sure what possessed you, but as you watched the older boy slip one between his lips, you whispered; “those things are toxic you know.”

Henry again didn’t reply, instead extended the box over to you. “Want one?” And you knew you shouldn’t, a habit like this was bad. But you did, your skinny and small fingers reached up, still shaking, and pushing through the opening before grabbing one and bringing it up to your lips.

Looking over to Henry, you let him bring the lighter up to your lips and light your cigarette. Breathing in, you took the cigarette out slowly before a coughing fit fell over you. Henry only stared before him, and soon the coughing seized and you were left to an uncomfortable silence. “Why?” You whispered. “You hate me.”

“I don’t hate you.” Henry mumbled, before taking a puff of his cig and smirking at you; “trust me, i’d remember a pretty face like yours.” 

You’d fallen into a trap that day.


You sighed, staring at the clock for about the billionth time that passed minute. It was only you in detention today, no one else for whatever reason. While you’d thought the quiet would be nice, you just wanted out. Out of here… to do whatever. Maybe you’d go see Henry or something, it didn’t really matter.

Two hours was too much, even for telling a teacher to fuck off. Well, that’s what you thought.

Sighing again, you looked at the teacher who’d fallen asleep a long time ago. Great.

“Time to play…” You heard faintly and felt your heart plummet, not this… not now. You looked around you, desperately trying to find someone but it was only you and the teacher, and it certainly wasn’t the teacher who’d said that. It isn’t real. You thought; “just in your head.”

“Aren’t you afraid, Y/N?” The voice echoed right behind you and it was no doubt that the voice was Richie’s, much like that night in your bedroom so long ago. But when you looked behind you, there was no one. Taking a deep breath, you sat up straighter in your seat and shook your head. You were crazy, that couldn’t be possible.

IT… or whatever it was, wasn’t real.

If the rest had forgotten, why couldn’t you?

But as you turned your head back to the front, your eyes fell on the window, where it was already dark outside. Though that isn’t what caught your attention, instead it was the red balloon floating by each of the windows, slowly and going through each panel just to torment you. Your breathing picked up. You didn’t understand… if this was IT, then your fear had already come.

Your friends had left you, you were nothing to them now… so- so why?

You let out a scream when Pennywise’s face appeared at the edge of one of the window, falling off your seat with a loud thud. “What the hell…” The detention teacher mumbled, jumping awake. Standing up from his seat, he stared at you, on the ground and your clothing a mess. You didn’t look at him though, only stared wide eyed the clown smiling sadistically your way.

“What are you doing? You damn fool,” the teacher spat, coming around the desk. Reaching you, he stood in front of IT effectively blocking it from your sight, and leaned over, grabbing your arms and pulling you up. You stared up at him with wild eyes; “what the hell were you doing?”

“T-That…” You stuttered, pointing your hand out before you to the window. The teacher followed your line of vision, and when he moved to look, IT was gone. But the balloon was still there. Your eyes widened, disbelief running through you. “What?” The teacher suddenly asked; “there’s nothing there.” He stated and you furrowed your brows, how? How could he not see it?

“T-The balloon…” You whispered, your body shaking violently. “The balloon, look!”

The teacher peered back at you, leaning down so he was in your view. “Are you high?”

Gasping, you fumbled with words to say. If he didn’t see it… then that only meant one thing. It had to mean… You grabbed your bag off the chair, throwing it over your shoulder and turning without a second thought out the door. You needed to get away… you needed to find him. 

“You! Get back here this instance! Detention isn’t over for another twenty minutes!”


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10 steps to flirt like a pro:

By the end of this lesson, you will totally be a flirt sensation, I follow these tips myself and it totally works! So if you want to know how to flirt like a pro; keep reading! Here we go!

Step 1: Talk to them!
I know it seems obvious but have you actually opted to say a quick hello and spark up a light conversation? If not this is a good way to start haha!

Step 2: Laugh, laugh and laugh some more!
Everyone likes to think that they are funny - just throw them a bone and laugh along (not too hard you don’t want them to think you’re too crazy!)

Step 3: Use your eyes
If you avoid eye contact, your crush is never going to know that you like them! So make sure to give a few meaningful looks - use the old “look, look away, look again” technique, it does wonders! Make sure you don’t stare though. And if you find it hard to look someone in the eye; look in between their eyes at their nose, they won’t know the difference!

Step 4: Smile!
Pair that look with the beautiful smile I know you’ve got!

Step 5: Compliment them
A few subtle words can make a major difference on how a person sees you. If you give compliments you are going to be more likeable as a person. It doesn’t have to be a long explanation of how everything about them is perfect; it could be as simple as “you look nice today” or “I like your shoes”. The simpler, the better.

Step 6: Think of them!
If you are watching the match of your crushes favourite sport or even if you see the funniest youtube video you know they’ll love, TELL THEM! It will give them the idea that they are on you’re mind, which is obviously completely true!

Step 7: Body language
This is key! Body language reflects how you feel, so if your feeling awkward it will show. Just relax. Do things like leaning in a little bit when you are talking to your crush, lightly brush past them or even maybe touch their arm in mid conversation. All these things will hint your into them. (Warning: sitting on their lap may be too far).

Step 8: Social media
This is perfect if you are shy or you just want to be in contact with your crush at home and outside of school/work. Like a few photos or statuses, send funny links to each other or even just strike up a conversation. Don’t be too stalkerish!

Step 9: Ask for their opinion
Whether it’s about homework or an outfit or if you should eat an apple or an orange… opinions matter! Asking for you crushes opinion will not only hint that you like them but will show that you care what they think. This will give them a confidence boost and also get you a step closer to making your crush a reality! It’s a win win!

Step 10: Be yourself!
Don’t be willing to change for your crush too enormously as that shows you don’t think your good enough, which is completely not the case. If your crush is genuinely interested in you they will like you for who you are. So be confident, be unique and most of all just act like you always do! If you are happy with yourself this will reflect in your presence - and think what kind of message that sends your crush!

You are now the most flirty flirt I know, go try it out on your crush and let me know how you go!

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“Let me get one thing straight ! ...I’m not” - Batmom x Batboys

Summary : What if one of the batboy was gay and he was scared to tell Bruce and Batmom ? 

I couldn’t choose just one batboy, so I wrote a mini-story (ended up actually being longer than I anticipated…sorry for the long read ? Each story have a different title and the name of one of the Batboy is always written so if you wanna skip some of them, and just read the one you want, it’s easier :-)) for each of them…I have no idea where this idea comes from, but I just wanted to write it. So here’s for an unplanned story that just somehow showed up today in my head, and wouldn’t leave until I wrote it. Hope you’ll like it

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Fear of what you might think - Dick Grayson

Dick Grayson was the kind of young man that never had trouble talking his way out of almost any situations. He wasn’t a shy guy, he was charming and cute, full of empathy and always had kind words for anyone in trouble. 

And with you ? Well, he had been calling you “mom” since he was but an eight years old child (he will always remember the day he was scared that his actual mom be mad at him for calling that…and the hug and soothing words you gave him after, reassuring him that, of course she wouldn’t, she loved him, she would only like the best for him), and talking to you always been extra-easy. 

So…This was new for him. 

Never before had he been afraid to tell you something. And yet, here he was, pacing up and down the Manor, gathering the courage to finally go to see you in the Batcave (where he knew you and Bruce were), to end up avoiding the grandmother clock that would lead him to said cave…

After almost two hours of incessant pacing, finally, Alfred stopped him, and, putting a tray of tea, coffee and biscuits in his arms, said : 

-Well Master Richard, if you’re that restless, could you please bring this to your parents ? I feel a bit under the weather today, and I fear that going down in the coldness of the cave will truly make me sick. 

At the time, Dick didn’t really thought much of it, but now that he was looking back to it, he was 98% sure that Alfred knew, and just gave him that little push that would help him finally say what was on his heart. 

His heart was beating at a hundred miles an hour as he was getting down to where you and Bruce were, taking one slow step at a time. Two steps back up, one step down. Alfred had told him to hurry before the tea and coffee would turn cold but…Why was this so difficult ?! 

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Call Boy Winwin (Winwin x Reader)

Rating: M

(A/N) AYYY WAZZZ UPPPPPP MY BABESSS!!!! I’m back and ready to make y’all bust A NUT! People said it wasn’t possible, Winwin, an angel, a precious baby, could never be a call boy. Well…listen up children: yOU CAN DO ANYTHING U SET UR MIND TO SO HERE WE ARE! I’m super proud of this one and happy how it turned out, so please ENJOY!!!

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The popular cozy cafe was ridden with customers, leaving you squeezed in a corner on a fluffy cushion with your cup of tea in hand and balancing a book on your knee. Luckily you sat directly next to a big window, allowing you a view of the whole street, where fashionable young couples and groups of friends were strutting about hand in hand, arms looped together like destiny knots.

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GOT7: Sexy Zodiac Time 🌚

My BTS version of this got so much love, I figured y’all would like one for GOT7 as well 💞 This is what I think Thot7™️ would be like during sex based on their personalities and 🔮zodiac signs🔮

*This is all based on my intuition/imagination and should be taken light-heartedly

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Do I like Him?

Pairing; jungkook x reader || Dancer kook!au + Jealous kook!au

Summary;  “I’m not your princess.”  You fall in love with your best friend dancer Jungkook, and sexual tensions grow until something happens.

Word count; 3.2k 

 warnings; smut, language, slight bondage, princess and daddy kink

A/N; sorry for not writing anything for the longest. :( THIS HAS A LOT OF FLUFF THO TOO. (and sorry if there are some mistakes lol) i need jesus from this omgg

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You sauntered out the door, being exposed a new day. The bitter cold wind hit you which felt like a thousand needles against your skin since you had to wear a stupid skirt for the uniform. You were on your way to school trying to keep alive and warm in the process. “Ugh winter is going to be the death of me.” You groaned to yourself as you shivered.

You hugged yourself only to notice you forgot your coat. Time was ticking and you were quite far away from home already. Making your way down the icy street with the pure white snow in your hair, you noticed your best friend Jungkook. He was also walking to school. Jungkook lived a few blocks away from you. His face lit up and he ran up to you. He seems so happy to see you, everyday.

“Hey y/n! How are you princess?” He greeted you. You froze up even more at the word ‘princess’
“Hi, but will you stop calling me that? I’m not your princess.”
“Uh, well it’s just because you act like one, that’s all.” he explained to you.
You continued to walk and hug yourself trying to keep the cold away. Suddenly Jungkook slipped off his coat being left in his white button up shirt that seems to be way too small. It contoured his toned body perfectly. You looked away and shook your head.
“That’s wrong, no, stop it”, you told yourself.

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Essays in Existentialism: Rivals

Clarke and Lexa are rival cheerleading captains with a little too much sexual tension. They both stay in the same hotel with their teams for a competition.

“I want absolutely no fraternization,” the coach said as he placed his hands on his hips and moved up and down the sidewalk in front of the hotel. “There will be no pranking, no fighting, no yelling, no touching, no post cards, no letters, no hugging, no anything, with the opposing team. Am I understood?”

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Costume Party - Jason Todd x Reader

Another one of those short story (at least shorter than I usually write) cause I don’t have much time before work, but still wanted to write something. Hope you’ll like it, especially you @demigodslytherin (I’ll wrote one with this prompt for Draco or Sirius another time ^^) : 

Tiny bit NSFW. 

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You weren’t fond of parties, and neither was Jason…So it’s a wonder really, how you two ended up here, at one of the biggest costume party of the year. 

Drunk out of your mind. 

You don’t even agree as to how things actually happened. 

You believe that you got dragged to this party by Dick and Barbara, and he thinks you actually came here on your own will after Bruce said he had invitations to it, but had absolutely no intentions on going because it was full of “the youth of Gotham” and he was getting tired of those “20 years old girls and boys that accosted him to hit on him and flirt shamelessly with him, while he was obviously not interested”…besides, he couldn’t go through the hassle of finding a date for that in time, and had important cases to work on. So you took the invites and went in his place…

You were both right. Bruce gave you, Dick and Babs the invitations, but you and Jason didn’t wanna go, wanting a calm date night instead…But of course, his brother and your best friend wouldn’t hear it and indeed dragged you there with them. You grumbled all the way through, and grumbled some more when you arrived at the place and discovered that it was PACKED with people. Oh and the kind of people you disliked : the rich fuckers of Gotham City that thought they were better than anyone else. Not the rich people like Bruce, who genuinely cared about their city and such…No, their sons and daughters, who were born in wealth and thought that it made them the best. Urrh. You hated those guys so much. Coming from a poor neighborhood, they always were so rude to you ! And the number of time you heard that you were dating Bruce Wayne’s son only for his money…

If any of those assholes told you that tonight, you were gonna loose it. Especially since you really didn’t wanna be here. 

The only good thing about that all ordeal, was the fact that it was a costume party, and you loved getting in a costume. Though that particular night you didn’t have much time to actually prepare anything (again, dragged by Dick and Babs), and ended up in a generic princess disguise you had in your closet, while Jason put on a pirate costume. 

Paparazzis took at least a thousand pictures of you, Jason, Dick and Barbara…”Bruce Wayne’s children out with their girlfriends to the biggest costume ball in Gotham” would be the headline of every newspapers the next day. 

You didn’t get it. It was so uninteresting to know that you guys went there, like, who cared ? Apparently, lots of Gotham folks…They loved the pictures especially, so you made sure to give them a show by making stupid and weird faces on each of them. 

Bruce thought it was the most hilarious thing ever, how you hated being a public figure so much…but he also thought it was very cute that you would endure it because you loved his son. He liked you. You and your sass. Also, you were of a calm nature, so he thought it was perfect for Jason, you were able to tame him down most of the time. 

But tonight ? Oh tonight, things went downhill pretty fast, and the first thought you had was : “Oh man, B’s gonna be so disappointed in me !”. Of course, he wasn’t, but you sure weren’t the one that would “tame Jason down” that night. Oh no. You usually never drunk, but because you were so mad about being dragged to this party, you accepted the vodka Dick handed to you and…Oh you were gone so fast.  

It took you and your boyfriend less than an hour to get angry drunk. 

“Angry drunk” was how Dick would call you whenever you got drunk, because it happened rarely, and it happened only when something was displeasing you.

You had made it clear all the way from the Manor to here, you did not want to come, but alright, to make your friends happy…

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Don’t Say Anything (part 6)

Summary: You finally decide to tell Bucky that you’ve been in love with him since the day you met but what happens when you walk in on him with a girl? And not just any girl; Natasha.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

warnings: Pietro Maximoff

A/N: I went to go see Beauty and the Beast today and omggggggg it was so good. I didn’t think I was gonna like it at first (bc I like the original) but it was amazing. Also I’m sososososo tired so sorry in advance if this update is shit I just wanted to get a part out for you guys (woop woop Pietro bro)


“So what’s your plan?” Pietro asked as the three of us sat and ate our food.

You look over at him. “My plan?”

“Yeah.” he nods. “It’s obvious what you need to do.”

“And that is..?”

Pietro sets his fork down. “You have to make him jealous.”

You nearly choke on your food. “What? Are you crazy?”

“It’s obvious that he wants you, Y/N.” he playfully rolled his eyes.

“No, he wants Nat. They’re together.” you respond.

“So we break them up and bam, you two get together.”

“Piet!” you exclaim as he chuckled.

“Alright, so here’s the plan. You’re going to make him jealous and the guy doesn’t like me. I don’t know why though, I’m a very likable person but anyways, you’re going to make him jealous and what better way to make him jealous than to make him jealous with me.” he smiled. It was true, Bucky didn’t really like Pietro. You never understood why.

“I don’t know, Piet.” you sigh, moving a piece of bacon around on your plate. “What do you think Wanda?”

Pietro scoffed. “Who cares what she thinks? She’s just a kid.”

Wanda glares at her brother. “I’m not a little kid.”

“I’m twelve minutes older than you.” he smirked and she rolled her eyes.

“Yes, I know. How could I forget. You remind me every time we see each other.”

Pietro smiles and touches the tip of her nose. “младшая сестра.”

Wanda rolls her eyes again. You laugh, watching the two annoy each other (mostly Pietro annoying the hell out of Wanda) for the rest of breakfast. After eating, the three of you go back to his apartment and lounge around for a while.

“So how long should I stay? A week?” he spoke up as he laid on your lap.

“A week? You really think you can get them together within a week?” Wanda says. “Bucky’s really oblivious for an old man. Aren’t old people supposed to be wise?”

“I can do it. Trust me. They don’t call me the Love Master for nothing.” Pietro nods and both you and Wanda burst out laughing.

“No one calls you that.” you giggle.

Pietro looks up at you. “You’re a dream killer, you know?”


After spending almost the whole day at Pietro’s, the three of you drive back to the tower. Pietro had packed for a week. Upon entering the building, he drops his bags and inhales.

“Ah, I’ve missed this place.”

You smile. “You can sleep in my room if you want. I have a couch that pulls out into a bed that you can sleep on. Unless Wanda wants you to stay in her room.”

You look over at Wanda and her eyes widen as she shakes her head. “Oh god no I don’t want to be near him this whole week. Good luck with him, he’s torture.”

Pietro rolls his eyes at his sister. “You’re such a drama queen.”

“Says the drama queen.” she responds.

“I’ll have you know-”

“Alright children, that’s enough. Piet, come on, let’s get you settled in.” you step in like a mother. Pietro grabs his bags and sticks his tongue out at Wanda before following you to your room.

You show him the pull out couch, showing him how to do it before leaving to let him settle down. You felt a bit better, knowing Pietro was there. He has always been there for you no matter what and you were glad he was in your life despite how obnoxious he can get.

You enter the kitchen, seeing Steve and Wanda cooking tonight’s dinner. Tony Natasha were talking while Bucky and Sam were bickering back and forth with each other. You exhale loudly and make your way to the pantry in search for the Circus Animal Cookies. Hopefully you can-

“Y/N, what are you doing?” Steve questioned and you back out of the pantry.

You shake your head. “Nothin’.”

He squints his eyes at you. “You were looking for the animal cookies, weren’t you?”

“What? Pfft, no. I was just.. Making sure all the food was still there.”

Steve smirked, knowing you were obviously lying. “Mhm, sure.” he folds his arms over his chest. “Dinner will be ready soon.”

You salute him. “You got it, Steve-O.”

The blonde chuckled and walked back to Wanda to assist her. As you turned to leave, Bucky calls out your name, causing you to turn back around and walk towards him. Be calm and cool, Y/N. Be calm and cool.

“What’s up?” you ask, standing right in front of him.

“How was the little trip?” you knew he didn’t care so why was he asking? Men.

“It was good.” you nod.

Bucky hummed. “What did you guys do?”

“We went out for breakfast and chilled at his apartment afterwards. I was so full, I was in a food coma.” you groan, patting your stomach just thinking about how much you ate earlier. This makes Bucky laugh.

“Well I’m glad you had fun.”

You nod in response.

“How are things with Nat? It was a big step to come out to everyone.” you say, suddenly feelings the stinging sensation in your chest.

“Yeah.” he chuckled. “Everything’s going great. I’m happy, she’s happy, we’re happy.”

“That’s good.” you smiled. You wished for an escape, not wanting to be near Bucky anymore. You don’t even understand how you’ve lasted this long being with him and not breaking down.

“So uh, when are you gonna go see Pietro again? Is this gonna be a regular thing, you going off to see him?” Bucky questioned. He asks the weirdest questions.

“Actually..” you were about to tell him that Pietro was there and would be staying for a week when in waltzes Pietro in all his glory.

“Hey guys!” he exclaimed before walking over to you and Bucky. “Hello, my love.” he wraps an arm around your shoulders and kisses your temple.

“Hey Piet.” you murmur.

Pietro looks over at Bucky and smiled. “Bucky, old friend, long time no see.”

Bucky’s features harden and he glares at the blonde. “What are you doing here?”

“You didn’t tell him?” Pietro looks at you.

“I was about to until you came in.”

He looks back at Bucky. “I’m staying for a week. Really missed this cutie.” he cuddles you to him.

“Where are you staying? I don’t think there’s-”

He cuts Bucky off. “With Y/N.”

Bucky shuts his mouth and goes right back to glaring at Pietro. He seriously doesn’t like him.

“Can we watch High School Musical tonight? My singing voice has gotten better.” Pietro says as he guides you away from Bucky. The brunette watches as the two of you sit on the couch and he can’t help but feel angry.


A/N: It’s short I knooowwwww I’m sorry. Tell me what ya think anyways.

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The Only Exception (Part 9)

Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 4,249

Warnings: language, confrontation, threats, therapy session, talks of trauma, dangerous situation, talk of messed up people. Author note under cut.

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BTS reaction to introducing a safeword

as the title says, this is either BTS suggesting to introduce it or you suggesting to introduce it, depending what member and whether they’re sub/dom/switch.

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Can you write an imagine where the reader turns off her humanity because Enzo tells her Stefan doesn’t feel the same way that she does. 21 47 110


Hey guys, I’m sorry I haven’t been posting a lot. I’m going through some things. My mom has cancer so I’ve been really distracted. Trying my best to keep it together, love you all. And thanks @rock-n-magick for helping me write this, give her some love.



“Oh, for God’s sake! If I catch you eye raping Stefan one more time, I fear I might have to gauge my eyes out.” Your best friend’s voice made you look away from the youngest Salvatore.

“Enzo!” You scolded, kicking his leg.

“I’m only speaking the truth, love.” He grinned.

“I wasn’t eye raping him either, I was simply admiring from a far.”

“I’ll never understand why you keep chasing after him, he’s in love with Elena.”

You stayed quiet, folding your arms over you chest. “I know he is, but I also know he likes me. I mean, we have chemistry.”

Enzo sighed, leaning his head against the couch. “What will make you believe me? What will make you see that Stefan doesn’t feel the same about you?”

“Enzo they’re friends, that’s it.” You shook your head, why was he so obsessed with that topic?

“One day the light will shine bright and open your eyes, then you’ll see.”


A couple of weeks passed and it was the perfect day to take a walk. Enzo strolled into the boarding house, walking past the den to get to your room.

Suddenly Enzo paused and turned around, as something caught his eye. Stefan was on top of Elena, their eyes locked. None seemed to even notice him; there was something in the air; it made Enzo pull out his phone and sneak a picture.

“Y/N?” Enzo said softly, walking into your bedroom and shutting the door.

“Hey! I was just about to call you, wanna grab a couple drinks at the Grill?” You smiled warmly.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. He knew what he was about to do would hurt you, but it just had to be done. “I need to show you something, Y/N.” he spoke slowly.

“What do you mean? Is everything okay?”

Enzo sat on the edge of your bed. “As your best mate, I will no longer allow Stefan to toy with your emotions. I will no longer allow you to be so blind.”

You peered at the photo Enzo was showing you. You felt something in your chest knot up and tug harshly. You blinked slowly and the silent tears fell down your cheeks as you looked up at Enzo. “But… But I thought they were just friends… We had so much chemistry and such a bond and I- I-” You stumbled, chest heaving as you felt your heartstrings break. You felt so many emotions flood over you that you collapsed into Enzo’s chest.

“Y/N, you can’t be this blind, Stefan and Elena belong together! He doesn’t love you, he never truely has and he never will, okay? Open your eyes!”  Enzo ran his fingers through his hair.

You sat and stared, confused as to why you weren’t bleeding all over the place, even though your heart had just been crushed and battered. “Why? Why doesn’t he love me? Am I not good enough? Why does it hurt? Enzo, it hurts.” You craddled yourself numbly. “…Everything hurts.”

It seemed to him a good idea at the time.  “Turn it off.” You faced your best friend, cheeks moist with tears. Enzo cupped your cheeks. “It’s okay to turn it off, nothing will hurt anymore. Okay? You’ll feel nothing.” Your eyes searched his one last time before a dull look filled them. The last unshed tears fell as you blinked, face finally expressionless.

You pulled away, wiping your cheeks. You threw your hair into a high pony tail and grabbed your coat. “You were right… I don’t feel anything.” You turned towards Enzo. “And my God, it feels good.” You smirked.

He stared at you, taking in your new attitude. “Where are you going?”
“Have a snack. Are you in?”

“Why not? It seems like I got a new murder buddy.” Enzo laughed.

It was past midnight when you look around; bodies upon bodies littered your bedroom floor. You and Enzo had been celebrating life in general by drinking and feasting, completely disregarding the human lives.

“Try her!” Enzo spoke over the music as he nudged you the girl he was curently sucking dry. You grinned, brushing her hair our of the way as you began gulping down her warm blood. Enzo watched you in amazement before joining you on the other side of her neck.

Suddenly, the music stopped. You looked up to see Stefan holding the remote in his hand, arms crossed, an annoyed look on his face. You smiled, blood dripping down your chin.

“What the hell is going on?” Stefan scanned all the bodies that littered the floor.

“Hi Stefan.” You smiled and pushed the girl off your bed, her body hitting the floor. “Came to join us? We’re celebrating.”

“You turned your humanity off.” Stefan observed.

“I did! And it’s been a blast!” You giggled, Enzo eyed you.

“Enzo.” Stefan’s low voice accused, but before Enzo could speak, you went on.

“Alright, ‘dad’. If you’re here to complain, you might as well just turn around and leave.”

Stefan looked back at you, surprised. Ever since you two met, you had never used that tone with him. You always spoke to him with chaste adoration, but now it seemed as if he was only a bore, some stranger that was in the way of your fun.

“Well, I do live here.” He commented, crossing his arms. “Your behavior is unsettling.”

“Well,” you mimed him, “Some people would also find unsettling the view of you and Elena almost having sex downstairs, but hey! Not me!” You chuckled emotionlessly as you watched his eyes widen from your comment. “Ah, this is so boring. Enzo, come on. Let’s go before daddy gets us grounded.”

As you walked past him, Stefan felt a heavy weight settle on his heart. He glared at Enzo. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

Enzo stared back at him; a flash of doubt in his eyes. “So do I.”


Stefan couldn’t get the thought of you out of his head, he couldn’t believe what was happening. You were one of the most compassionate people he knew, you rarely fed from people, blood bags only. You cared for human life but now you were tearing through people like there was no tomorrow. 

A knock rang through the house, pulling him from his thoughts. 

Liz stood at the door, a grim expression on her face. She held a file and looked at Stefan. He knew this was about Y/N. “Everything okay?”

“Not even close. Stefan, Y/N has ripped through the town like a plague, she’s killed more than 20 people in the last week. People are noticing and I can’t keep blaming peoples heads being ripped off on some animal.”

Stefan nodded, “I’ll talk to her.” 

“Fix her.”

“I will.”


You stumbled in, a guy strung around your waist as the two of you walked towards your room. You planted your lips to his sloppily as you opened your bedroom door. 

Stefan sat on your bed, no expression on his face. 

“Whose this?” The guy beside you quizzed.

“No one, baby.” You smiled and glared at the youngest Salvatore. You turned towards your guest and told him to go to the den and get some whiskey. He quickly stumbled out. “You’re ruining my night.” 

“Am I?” Stefan shrugged. 

“What is this about? I have plans for tonight.”

“Like screwing that guy’s brains out and then draining him?”

You smirked to yourself. “Jealous?”

“Yes.”

You walked over and placed yourself on his lap, gripping his shoulders. “It could always be you, just ask.”

“Not when you’re like this.” Stefan gripped your hips and removed you from his lap. 

“I’m not like anything, Stefan. This is me, accept it and move on.”

“This is not you.” Stefan could barely contain his anger, he felt like you had died and someone was living in your body and using your voice.

“It is-”

“You know something, Y/N? You’ve only heard his point of you, you never asked for mine.”

“What the hell are you getting at?” You crossed your arms over your chest. 

“What Enzo saw last week was nothing. Elena and I were just-”

“I don’t wanna hear your bullshit” You turned to walk out the door. Stefan had you pinned against the wall in an instant, his face inches from yours. “Get off of me!” You growled and pushed against him. 

“Stop.” He said calmly. 

“I don’t wanna here this, Stefan I don’t care anymore. I don’t care about anything okay! Now mov-”

“Shut up and listen to me!” He screamed, his hand gripping yous roughly. “Just listen.” He took a breath. 

You weren’t gonna let him bully you, you stared into his eyes with defiance. “What happened last week was an accident. Elena ingested some wolfbane and she was losing it. She came after she and I pushed her, it got crazy and I fell when I was trying to restrain her. Yes, I still love Elena, but you never stop loving your first love. She won’t be my last though, okay? I love you, Y/N. I love you, not her. I want you, not her. And seeing you like this is breaking me.”

You looked away, his stare was too intense. “Don’t fight this, turn them back on. Turn your emotions back on and come back to me.” Stefan pleaded, his hands cupping your cheeks. His eyes were pure and pained and you knew they were honest. 

And just like that all everything came onto you like a wave, you felt like you couldn’t breath. Tears ran down your cheeks and you felt ashamed that you had terrorized the town. “Oh, what have I done!” You cried into Stefan’s chest. 

“It’s okay, you’ll forgive yourself.”

“I hurt everybody, I hurt you.” 

“It’s okay, shh shh.” He cooed and cradled you. “Please never leave me like that, I almost lost you.”

Best Birthday Ever

Dean x Plus-Size!Reader

Word Count: 4,209 (It took on a life of its own haha)

Warnings: Fluff, slight angst, insecure reader, negative comments

A/N: for @spnaddict11283​ who requested the following: Hey, so I’m a huge dean dork and my birthday is this Friday (the 10th) and I was wondering, could you do a fic with a semi-plus sized reader who is really insecure (and if I might add, can hold alcohol amazingly) with dean? It’d mean a lot. If you don’t have time or simply don’t want to that’s completely fine.

Also: Thank you to @anotherwaywardsister for looking this over AND even creating a moodboard for it!

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Today had been complete crap. The words kept churning over and over in your head as you stormed into the bunker, slamming the door behind you with tears in your eyes and a bag in your hands.


You should have known today wouldn’t have gone well when it started off so badly. You’d somehow managed to twist yourself up in your blankets bad enough that, when you went to get out of bed, you did get out of bed – by immediately face-planting on the cold, hard floor. Then you burned your hand on accident when you were trying to make yourself breakfast.

Sam had been a total sweetheart and fixed up the burn on your fingers, gently shooing you away from the stove so he could finish up for you, and kissing your forehead when he set the food in front of you.

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