man you just won me over


🌷The Lily & The Eagle🦅

Jimin had just reached his dream, starting his very own floweriest business. Little did he know the village he moved to was run over by the most ruthless gang, lead by the man that would change his perspective on life forever… 9/?

Be sure to read the previous part, otherwise this won’t make much sense!
Also thanks to everyone who is supporting this Au! It means a lot to me me you’re all so sweet and kind, it makes my heart melt!
I hope all the future posts will make you happy! ✨💜

No One’s Roasted Like Gaston.[Oneshot].

no one writes FANFICS LIKE EMILEE.

Originally posted by luuuuuke-evans

Title: No One’s Roasted Like Gaston.
Pairing: Implied!- Gaston x Reader.
Rating: T.
Words: 2,231.
Summary: Gaston thought he was undeniable to women and even some men. Has he finally found his match?

There was nothing particularly notable about the early mornings, at least, not anymore. The sky above was it usual mixture of pinks, purples and some lighter hues of blue as the sun rose and lit up the clouds, giving them a rather unique looking glow. There was a small wind, but not chilling, and brought in the lingering scent of meadows and trees. You got used to those aspects and they slowly became the norm. You began to not notice them at all, and remarked them as being every day life. If one wanted to really shake things up in a morning routine, they would count the cobblestones that made up each walkway in the village. But, that’s the thing. No one ever wanted to shake things up. They wanted things to stay the same for that is the way they had been living for as long as anyone could remember. With change came the unprecedented fear that something terrible would happen as a result.

It was the hustle and bustle of such a small village did leave one breathless and forgetful on occasion if you didn’t pay attention to where you were going and why you were going there in the first place. If one was aimlessly walking in the morning time while the sun peaked into the valley, one might be trampled by those selling goods and merchandise. Some too expensive, and some not expensive enough and left you wondering whether you had been scammed or if you had gotten a good deal.

Aimless and mindless were surely your vibe this beautiful morning. You had nowhere to be, nothing to do or see and so you actually took your time to walk through the village during one of the busiest times of day. There was a variant of smells, some of which you happened to thoroughly enjoy. Fresh bread, springtime air, a small caddy on the corner before the village square that was selling freshly picked roses. Contrary to the flowers smelling divine, the actual vibrancy of the colors caught your attention and dwindled you to stay and admire them for longer than you had intended . Vivid reds, pastel pinks, yellow whites. It looked as if these flowers belonged immortalized in a painting for the entire world to enjoy.

Smiling at the vendor who was a few feet to your right, you plucked a light, dusty pink rose out of one of the buckets full of water. It dripped down your fingers onto your wrist causing a small shudder to shoot down your arm. Miraculously, it looked as if a skilled painter had dipped their brush in the sky during dusk, mustered up enough color to splotch onto the petals of the flower. Some parts were darker than others, but all around, it was a very delicate and soft appearing flower.

“Beautiful.” You could hear someone behind you say. And without the need to turn around and see the speaker, you were already well aware of who it was. Probably looking at himself in the reflection of a window again, you snickered quietly. It was as if you could see the bright red uniform from your peripheral vision and it was already giving you a headache. Setting the flower back into the metallic bucket, you gave the vendor one more glance over and polite smile before drawing your attention to your left, with the unsuccessful hope of getting out of there without Gaston being connected at your hip.

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painted kisses

pairing: tom holland x reader

requested?: yes, by the lovely @tomhollandxreader ! i hope this is what you were after :-)

word count: 1253

summary: tom gets a little restless while wandering through the local art gallery so the reader comes up with a game to keep them amused.


“i don’t mean to be rude,” tom whispered in your ear, arms slung over your shoulders, “but that’s quite possibly the ugliest painting i’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

you snorted, turning your eyes away from the beige and grey depiction of european scenery and elbowed your boyfriend gently in the ribs, making him laugh and double over.

“why are you whispering?”

tom stopped giggling and made an indignant face, looking around the room.

“you never know who might be listening. any one of those people might be the artist.”

turning around, you glanced around the interior of the local art gallery’s main hall. it was especially quiet for a saturday afternoon and a few lonely patrons wandered the corridors on either side of you – mainly elderly people here for the history and young hipsters here for the aesthetic. a solitary security guard leant against the entrance pillar, eyes glued to his phone screen. you looked back at tom, who tilted his head towards the guard, eyebrows raised.

“no,” you rolled your eyes, smiling and walking on, “he’s definitely not the artist.”

“how do you know?”

tom shuffled after you, hands pushed into his jeans. your lazy saturday dates out around the town had become a regular thing, ever since you’d started dating four months ago. now neither of you bothered to dress up too much but tom still looked effortlessly good. his black skinnies fit perfectly and the white rose t-shirt harrison had lent him was carefully rolled up at the sleeves, exposing his biceps. you reached for his hand and he met you half-way, letting your intertwined fingers hang down between the two of you as you entered the next room.

“tom, that hall is literally called ‘the renaissance era’. that’s the 13th and 14th century - there’s no way the artist is still alive,” you poked your tongue out and he grinned, running a hand through his unruly curls.

“fine, miss history-buff. but seriously, how was that painting art-gallery-worthy? i’m like, 99% sure that pads could’ve done something better.”

you laughed and squeezed his hand.

“okay, i got an idea. if you want to do something fun and avoid the shitty art, let’s play a game!”

tom stopped you and drew back a little, raising his left eyebrow in a question.

“y/n, it’s a public art gallery.”

you shushed him and pulled out your phone, cheeks getting red with excitement.

“go along with it, i promise it’ll be fun! do you have your phone on you?”

tom dazedly pulled his iphone out of his back pocket and handed it over, too busy watching you to care. he thought you looked especially beautiful today under the clean white light of the gallery, and he knew you well enough to know that your good ideas always turned out to be something that he would add to his collection of best memories with you.


“sorry,” he smiled, blinking once to wake himself up and looking down at you. you held his phone up to him and tom took it, returning his hand to yours and kissing your forehead quickly. “so what’s this fantastic plan of yours?”

you smiled and tapped your phone on his chest lightly.

“we’re going to have an art scavenger hunt around the gallery.”

tom returned your smile, eyes shining at the idea of a challenge.

“i’m in, love. lay out the rules for me.”

“okay so,” you bit your lip, “we’re going to split up and race each other to find different works of art that fit the theme we choose. and then whoever finds an artwork first gets a point, before we start the next round.”

“what’s the phone for?”

“facetime,” you winked, “so we can be apart but i can still make sure you’re not cheating.”

tom nudged your hip with his and grinned.

“fair enough. you don’t want me asking the security guard a.k.a. renaissance artist for help, i get it.”

you blew tom a kiss and he pretended to catch it.

“alright, let’s get started. first theme?”

you thought for a moment.

“an artwork with a dog in it!”

tom nodded appreciatively and stepped away from you, backing himself towards the far left exit. he held up his iphone.

“i’m calling you now – ready?”

nodding, you swiped ‘accept’ and tom’s slightly-pixelated face appeared on your screen. he made a funny face and you laughed, hearing it echo on the call.

“good luck baby.”

“oh, you’ll need it.”


“the security guard’s giving me a funny look,” tom hissed, still on your facetime call, and you started to laugh, earning yourself a similar glare from the old man sitting on the gallery lounge.

“doesn’t matter, i found an artwork that uses the colour pink anyway, soooo…”

tom cussed and then clapped a hand over his mouth, looking down with his eyes wide.

“am i allowed to swear in an art gallery?”

you laughed harder.

“oh my god, you’re a mess.”

“i’m your mess though,” he smirked and held the camera up to his lips, puckering them and pretending to kiss you through the screen.

“yeah, yeah – don’t suck up to me because i’m the winner.”

“you haven’t won just yet – we’re tied, love.”

you and tom had been playing scavenger hunt for the past hour in the art gallery. every so often you’d run into each other and he’d reach out, snaking a hand around your waist and pulling you in for a kiss as you passed him. glancing down, you checked the facetime call - 73 minutes long.

“tom, do you wanna leave? we can maybe grab some food down the street and head home for a movie?”

he cocked his head and smiled at you sweetly through the video call.

“that sounds like an amazing saturday night to me, love. but how about we finish this game? i’ve got one more thing for us to find.”

“mmmkay,” you smiled back, familiar with tom’s competitive streak. “what are we looking for this time?”

“a kiss.”

you giggled and started to move, ready to beat your boyfriend on this one. there was a statue you’d passed a few times in the eastern corridor – a greek marble sculpture of a man and a woman, locked in an embrace. tom wasn’t going to be winning this one.

“know exactly where you’re going, do you?”

there was some humour in tom’s voice and you flipped him your middle finger over facetime, not even bothering to look down as you marched east through the gallery. the doorway to the statue was just ahead –

“better watch where you’re going, darling.”

tom’s voice echoed as you entered the corridor and you bumped straight into your boyfriend’s chest, accidentally knocking your phone out of your hand.


before you could respond, tom wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer, using the other hand to lift your chin and drop his lips to yours. he kissed you heavily, dipping you back a bit but supporting your weight as if you were as light as a feather. your fingers found their way to the nape of his neck and you lost yourself in the kiss, curling them into the soft hair you found there. tom moaned and pulled away slowly, making your head spin. he looked down at you in awe, watching as you touched a finger to your lips and gazed back up at him, looking beautiful and star-struck. a cheeky smile spread across his face.

“i found the kiss. guess i win.”

School trip

||Featuring pastel!Dan and Punk!Phil along with the classic daddy kink||

Dan had always known Phils weakness. When the cute pastel boy wore a fucking skirt and thong whenever he’d go to cheerleading.

Dan was rather small so of course the cheerleaders got to throw him in the air. And Phil made sure to get the seat where Dans skirt lifted just enough to see Dans ass.

But Phil was the absolute opposite of Dan. Most likely the reason they were enemies. But when Phil was on the field playing football and Dan just gave him a lust-filled gaze, he would lose his fucking mind.

Because Phil could get so hard for that boy so fast.

It didn’t help that at any time Phil could imagine Dan bending over for him, precum leaking from his swollen cock and his pretty pink asshole just begging for attention.

So when Principal Westwood told the opposites that they had won a trip to Tokyo because they had won a story competition. They were thrilled.

Until the pudgy man told them they didn’t have enough money for separate beds. Phil lost it.

“Are you fucking serious? I have to share a bed with a chick? Isn’t that against the rules?” He complained, gesturing to small Daniel.

“Oh don’t get me started, Lester! You think just because you’ve got tattoos and piercings you’re the king!” The brunet defended.

Mr.Westwood sighed. “Boys, if you don’t get along then we’re gonna have to cancel this trip for both of you.”

It was torture to the two. They had never been outside of their country so going to Tokyo was amazing. Dan decided to be the bigger person and just flat out left the stuffy office.

Phil bit his lip and walked out of the room, nervousness swallowing him as he climbed onto his motorcycle and drove home to pack.

The trip was tomorrow, that is.

Dan squealed.

He was going on a trip with Phil Lester. They guy who could literally take anyone’s V-card and they would give no fucks.

Dan decided to play tease with the poor boy, packing only skirts that didn’t even go down mid-thigh and dark colored thongs to contrast from the mostly colorful skirts.

Of course Dan wouldnt let Phil know that. So for the next day, a t-shirt, skinny white jeans (that clung to Dans ass), and a flowercrown would have to do.

Phils head was filled with Dan doing whatever and everything he could imagine.

It was spring and it’d be hot. And Phil just loved showing off his biceps. So to drive Dan just a little insaine. He only packed black skinny jeans (that showed off the large bulge in Phils pants) and tank tops of all varieties.

This was gonna be a fun week.

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This was gonna be an awful week for Dan Howell and Phil Lester.

Neither of them knew what the other had packed or what was up their sleeves.

Because Dan did something completely different from skirts the next day and Phil had dressed casually.

Something in Phil knew about Daniel. He knew that he’d try and tease him anyway he could. Break him, watch his pray for Dan to be riding his cock.

Phil shook his head and walked up to Dan, setting down his suitcase and wrapping his arms around the others waist.

“What’s up, Howell.” He asked, the words seemed to come from his so easily now, the word Howell rolled off his tongue from using it so much.

Dan detached Phils arms even though he wished they would move lower and rub his thighs, play with his cock, fuck him senseless right there in the god damn airport.

Dan dismissed the thoughts as he crossed his arms and looked up at him. “Phil. Glad to see you aren’t dancing around trying to fuck people now.”

Phil chuckled and fuck did it sound good to Dans ears. You see, Phils voice could go from ‘normal’ to unbelievably sexy in three seconds.

His voice was like a gods.

“Oh Daniel…” Phil whispered as he took a step towards Dan, leaning towards his ear and smirking. “I know you’re a slut, always wanting to ride on a cock, but I’ll have to ask you, please don’t get too horny on the flight, we can’t have sex while we’re up there.”

And with that he was gone, his suitcase was attached to his hand and he was waiting in line for the flight. Phil was right. He wanted a dick in him always. He was a virgin but he was not innocent. At all.

Dan took his things, walking onto the plane and quickly trying finding his seat. “Daniel.” I voice snapped, and he knew exactly who it belonged to.

He walked towards Phil, who was standing in first class and waited. “They got us first class seats, the only problem is that it’s a fucking single bed.” He whispered harshly.

Dan shrugged. “But Philly, that just means we have more room for tonight.” He commented, walking past Phil and jumping into the bed.

Phil shook his head, running his tongue over his lips. This was gonna be a long flight but it would be good.

Phil sat on the bed, pressing a button that put up walls, excluding them from the outside world.

“Fancy. I thought you’d have to ride me with everyone to see. But you wouldn’t mind that.” Phil mumbles, putting a hand on Dans thigh and rubbing lightly.

“Oh fuck off Phil.” He hissed, getting rid of the hand and pulling a blanket over his waist.

It was now night and Dan couldn’t stand it. Phil was awake and doing whatever entertained him.

Soon Dan fell asleep and Phil didn’t have anything to do except stare at Dans pretty ass (which he didn’t mind that much).

It was only thirty minutes since Dan felt asleep and he was whimpering. Phil looked over, furrowing his eyebrows and wondering what was going on.

His eyed widened when he had seen Dan ontop of his pillow, grinding his hips down into it as another whimper escaped.

“P-Philly… O-oh y-yeah…” he swore he heard Dan moan. Was… was Dan having a wet dream about him?

Yes. It was obvious. The grinding, the moaning, the whimpering. Phil didn’t know what to do, but he was loving every second of it.

He tore his eyes away from the boy but in the next second, Dan was on him, his arms hooked around Phils neck and his hips grinding into Phil.

“P-please d-daddy… n-ngh… i-I need y-your c-cock… p-please!” He begged. Phil sighed, he couldn’t wake up Dan and he couldn’t just leave him like this.

So Phil did what anyone would do.

He stuck his leg between Dans leg, pushing his thigh up into his erect cock and gripping onto his ass. “Such a pretty little whore. You want Daddy to fuck you into this matress? Right now infront of all these sleeping people?”

Dan the his head back and Phil could feel the small boys cock twitch. “You want Daddy to ram into you, destroying your pretty pink hole and having everyone watch you, moaning and withering under me as I mark you as mine.” He growls into Dans ear, smirking and caressing Dans ass.

Phil stopped all together after a few seconds and Dan practically died. “P-phil! P-please! I-I need y-you! I-I n-need to c-come, p-please d-daddy!”

Phil was determined to at least make Dan come into his pants. It would embarrass him and Phil could tease Dan all about it in the morning.

He climbed ontop of Dan, leaving soft kisses down his neck. “Tell daddy how much you want him. How much you want me to play with your cock.”

Dan cried out as Phil grinded his growing erection into him, and using one hand to reach up his shirt and play with one of his nipples.

“O-Oh g-god! P-phil i-im S-so close!” Dan begged, bucking his hips up desperately.

Phil stopped everything he was doing, leaning to Dans ear. “That isn’t my name, baby boy.” He growled, suddenly rubbing their erections together.

“D-daddy!” Dan moaned as he came, panting and shivering for a while while Phil kissed up Dans stomach. “I’ll punish you tomorrow for coming when I didn’t tell you you could. Twenty spanks from daddy, got it my whore?” Phil spoke harshly, climbing off Dan as he nodded frantically.

“Good.” He rolled into his side and pulled Dan close to him. “I can’t wait till you wake up…” Phil mumbles, pushing his leg between Dans thighs and rubbing painfully slow as he fell asleep.

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||This is an old fic i wrote that’s literally the worst ever but… yeah. If you want a part two then i’ll write one?? Trust my my writing has improved since then ok|| ||also sorry it’s so short oki bye||
Young!FP Jones/Riverdale imagines - Small Town Part 1

Originally posted by thealipower

A/N: Look, I know it’s cliché but I feel this story could be really great. I hope you guys stick around for this because I’ve got a good plan for this and I hope you like it as much as you liked ‘Oh Dear’. I rewatched the whole first season to see what I could pick up about the parent’s past and I’m trying my best to include what I can but most of this will be my own creation. 

Overall Summary: Being the new girl is hard when all the attention seems to be drawing back to you even when you’re determined to stay under the radar. 

Pairing: FP Jones x reader, Alice x FP, Alice x Hal, Fred x Hermione, Fred x Mary, Hermione x Hiram, basically a lot goes on in this fic

Word count: 2,607

Warnings: Some strong language

“Honestly, Mom, you are the only woman I know who didn’t improve her situation by getting a divorce.” You shared a sideways look with your mother as you carried in the last of the boxes to your new house. 

“Stop being so dramatic, (Y/n). The town is lovely, I grew up here, everyone here is nice, it’s got a decent school. You’ll love it.” Your mom rolled her eyes at you, dusting herself down as she brought in the last box. 

“It may be lovely, Mother but it’s not Chicago or Los Angeles. Somewhere exciting. If you had just fought Dad a little harder we could have gotten enough money to live like celebrities.” You fell back onto the couch, heaving out a sigh. 

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Stupid Questions

Part one if you missed it!

Synopsis: You are a new and upcoming superstar and during an interview, you get asked questions about the one and only Harry Styles. 


“Okay so this is how the stage is going to be set up, your pianist will be here, drums, violin, guitar, everything. And on Wednesday, we can rehearse. Sound good?” The producer tells you while pointing, but you couldn’t really focus on anything. All you could hear or see were those comments people left under the interview.

“Yes, thank you so much!” Stacy says, still holding your hand. You and Stacy begin to walk off the stage to go talk to the other directors. “Hey Y/N!” You hear someone call your name and when you turn around, it’s the last person you want to see.

“It’s me Harry!” He smiles and all you can do is tear up.

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random quotes from Super Best Friends play Final Fantasy XV

“I want him to just pick this thing [Carbuncle] up and eat it.”

“I remember that first trailer back when I was nine. This game took 85 years to come out.”

“Noctis looks like such an asshole I can’t stand it.”

In game: Find out what Gladiolus is weak to and let him have it.
Matt: “He’s weak to insults about his performance in the bedroom.”

“Prompto is the most boyband of them all.”

“When Noctis’s Papa Roach CD is done, the game is over.”

Patt: “I will rescue you buddy.” *revives Prompto*
Matt: “I rescued you with my magical boy hands.”
Patt: “My magical boy hands for my magical boy bands.”

“When teaming up with your buddies nobody can stop the amount of dicks you draw on each others faces.”

*seeing Ifrit in the first cutscene*
Patt: “The fact that it’s a perfect naked man that will not leave his chair–”
Matt: “I feel like at the end of my life that’s what I’ll be fighting. And I will fail.”

*imitating Regis* “So your boybands doing shit huh, what, you’re gonna go on tour?”

“Gladio can you please button up your shirt it’s distracting everyone.”

“Gladiolus looks like he’s from The Bouncer. In fact he might be from The Bouncer for all we know.”

“Gladiolus and Ignis look like that one guy from The Bouncer in the cactaur outfit put into two people.”

*Matt, imitating Regis again* “Remember Noctis, every moment you live is a disappointment for me.”

“And please… do something about your hair. It’s a constant embarrassment.”

*Patt, now imitating Regis* “You look like such an asshole, but, you’re my asshole.”

“It would really suck if he was doing the deed with Lunafreya, and he yells out some other dumb girls name in the Final Fantasy universe. Like ‘Oh! Yunalesca!’ and she’s like ‘Who the fuck is Yunalesca?’ ”

Matt: “Push the fucking car losers!”
Patt: “Push the car, and make sure that Gladio’s butt is the one that’s really in center there.”

“Why is Prompto always on the floor?”

“Wait, I don’t wanna play as Gladiolo– Gladiyolo, god–”

*after seeing Noctis summon his weapons* “No wonder she’s getting married, she probably saw that and went ‘Yes!’ ”

*sees Ignis walk off in the background* *Matt bursts into laughter* “Ignis is just like ‘fuck it I’m out of here!’.”

“I’m seeing photos people are posting of these guys taking selfies with themselves walking around in the background.”

Patt: “I just did a backflip slash for no reason, other than I think Noctis thought it was cool.”
Matt: “Well it’s because he knew Prompto was watching.”

“That should be the Logo of our channel – stop bitching, start killing.”

*Prompto starts singing the FF victory tune* “AHH!!– AH YEAH! ALL RIGHT, YOU WON ME OVER!”

*Ignis explains the Crownsguard attire* Patt: “Oh, so that’s why. They’re forced to dress boyband.”
Matt: “Or forced to dress like they just raided a Hot Topic.”
Patt: “It’s the law… So the King, that King? [Regis] Was like ‘everyone has to dress like this in my army’.”
Matt: “Okay, you know what? Fair enough. I never realize that.”
Patt: “That King is the weirdest old man in the world.”

*imitating Regis* “I want all the hot boys to dress in leather in my army.”

“Cindy, and one of these guys, I wanna help that along.”

Matt: “You know what this place [Hammerhead] needs!? It need one of those big inflatable floaty guys!”
Patt: “And it should be a cactaur.”
Matt: “Yeah! OH!! That makes me so excited!”
Patt: “There might be in here, who knows?”

“Why aren’t your lips moving Ignis?”

Wedding in Hawaii || Part 3

hi. part 3 is here which is also the last i think. although i may or may not will write the bit when they go home and stuff bc of the airport pictures of harry with the glasses on and stuff. i might just carry on a whole story line with them, give a girl name and then when i have ideas i just write it with them two bc i like how in love they are and i’m sad lolololol. whatcha think?? also i hope you’ll enjoy this like you did with the other 2, it was fun to be fed so good this week by the king lmao. and as well lemme know what you wanna read, if you have any ideas please send them to me so i can think about them and make it happen sometime. lotta love, xoxo -b

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Keep your shit together, girl.

He is only wearing a whiteish-creamish coloured suit with a baby blue shirt.

You’ll be fine, honestly.

But then his tanned skin and bright smile, his amazing emerald eyes and his mind spinning scent!

Holy cow.

I was one lucky gal as I saw Harry coming out of the bathroom, fully dressed and ready to go. He washed his hair so his curls were all over the place but it was so sexy and adorable at the same time I honestly didn’t know how he managed it all.

“I swear I don’t know how I got so lucky,” he said as he walked over to me, sneaking his arms around me and kissing my neck right up to beneath my ear then across my jawline. “You look bloody stunning,” he complimented me which made my heart flutter and cheeks flush red.

I didn’t even realise I closed my eyes and my lips parted as he pressed open mouthed kisses on my skin and his hand was squeezing my bum here and there. Being so close to him just allowed me to inhale his typical Harry smell which yes indeed it included the minty flavour or scent or whatever of his chewing gum that never seemed to leave his mouth.

“I love your ass,” he whispered in my ear as he pressed a whole lot of new kisses onto my skin. “I also love you. Like crazy.”

“I feel like we’re on our honeymoon,” I chuckled then a sigh left my lips as he nibbled on my earlobe and dragged his tongue down the side of my neck. “You’ve gotta stop this, now.”

“Do I really?” he murmured into my skin as he held me closer to his body.

“Behave, mister,” I said weakly, not being able to control myself as he took over me just by kissing my neck and gripping my ass.

How was he doing this?

“Alright-alright,” he gave in as he pulled away. His usual side smirk was still on his face then he laughed which caused his eyes to crinkle and his dimples to deepen in his cheeks. “I’d love to come back here with you for, like, a month.”

“Are you crazy?” I looked at him with wide eyes as I took my phone out of my bag. “I don’t have the expenses to afford a whole month in Hawaii.”

“I’ll pay it,” he shrugged like it was no big deal. Which I understood. He was a multibillionaire. Of course he could afford it.

He could’ve bought the entire island if he wanted to with all the money he had.

“Alright, whatever,” I laughed it off as I walked past him. “You can’t just say stuff like this. I hate it when you pay for all my stuff. You didn’t let me pay for my own plane tickets because you wanted us to fly first class.”

“So what’s wrong with that? I can afford it. I want to buy things, nice things, for you; I want to spend my money on you. I love you, of course I spoil you.”

“You spoil me too much, though. You don’t have to win me over with your money you have already won me over with your personality and I just want you to know that you are enough for me. You are an amazing man, I couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend than you and I truly mean that from the bottom of my heart.

You honestly make me go crazy, like, absolutely nuts. I cannot keep my hands off of you and I think you already know this but I can’t stop looking at you either. You are honestly the greatest, kindest, most humble guy I have ever met in my life and I’m so freaking grateful to have you. I’m so damn blessed.”

His eyes kept looking into mine as I rambled on about how much I loved him or something along those lines. I didn’t even know what I was saying because the words just left my mouth and I was hoping and praying that nothing silly was spoken by me.

“Right, this is final,” he said slowly as he nodded and swallowed. “I am for sure, like, 100% taking you to Hawaii for a whole month and I am paying it all. We are flying first class and you will not bring any money, not even your bank card. Like I am literally going to pay for everything for you.”

“Like hell you will! Calm your tits, pal. Just cause I tell you how much I love you and how amazing you are, which you should know anyway, doesn’t mean that you can just become my sugar daddy. I am not giving you sugar for money although it comes in handy sometimes…” I joked around which caused him to laugh with his head back and hand on his stomach.

It was the prettiest view and the most angelic sound I have heard that day. I loved making Harry laugh and smile and happy.

He deserved the best and I was determined to give him the best. Even if I couldn’t be considered as the best.


The dinner was on the beach, the sun was still up so it gave us enough light to see each other and be able to have food outside. It was lovely as we heard the tides of the sea crashing on the sandy shore and the slightly salty yet extremely fresh smell filled my lungs.

Harry was sitting on my right side while Lily was on his left side, talking his ear off which I found rather funny. Especially when he could barely control himself so his hand gripped my thigh a bit firmer as his it was resting there.

He leaned over to me when the little girl got up from the table and left with her mum to go somewhere, his nose slightly nuzzling against mine as a quiet sigh escaped his lips.

“If we ever have a daughter I do not know how I’ll cope,” he said chuckling and I joined him. He pressed his lips against mine in a soft kiss and pulled away just to do it again several times after the first one. “I love you.”

“I love you,” I smiled as my eyes fluttered open just to look right into his shining green ones.

Before I fully moved away from him I kissed his cheek which caused him to blush a little and I found that adorable. I didn’t know why he blushed whenever I kissed him but I loved it like I loved him.

“What would you like to name our daughter?” I asked him suddenly as we were both leaning back in our chairs, the people at the table were all in deep conversation about something.

“Hmmm,” he hummed, putting his elbow on the arm of the chair he was sitting on as he leaned his chin against the side of his index finger. “I don’t know, I think-, we are most probably going to change it right as she’ll be born. Y’know how random we are,” he laughed.

“Right I think we would and will probably end up doing that,” I agreed. At that point I didn’t realise we were talking like it is going to happen but to be honest we had a good relationships and I didn’t see anything that could possibly damage our bond in the near future.

Anything’s possible for us. We have the chance to create a family together in the future and that makes me excited.

“But, urm, something special I think,” I said finally, after he thought about it a bit. “I’d definitely want something for her that would suit her and a name that would be special and unique.”

“As special and unique as Bear Payne or…” I grinned at him which caused him to widen his eyes and it was the funniest thing ever. Then I clocked on. I just shaded his best mate’s son’s name and I didn’t even mean to do that. “I mean that’s not actually what I wanted to say.”

“Oh my god,” he continued to laugh as he covered his mouth with his hand. Then he put the other one over his hand that was already on his lips and his whole body was shaking as he made fun of me making fun of Liam’s son’s name.

But I didn’t really.

I thought it was cute and of course a bit unusual but definitely unique. I think it was mainly his girlfriend who decided on the name so I can’t really give all the credit to Liam for giving his son the name he got in the end.

“Stop it, Harry,” I punched his arm with my fist but I didn’t actually hurt him. This got him though because he stopped and put on a fake hurt face which made me laugh. He was honestly so goofy and playful, sometimes it just made me wanna have kids with him as I wanted to see him with them. “So, what about our daughter’s name then, huh?”

“Okay, let’s talk like adults then,” he said as he cleared his throat and a big sigh left his lips. “I would probably like to call her, um, Maya or something.”

“Maya or something?” I asked back as my eyebrow arched up higher than I could have drawn it as I was getting ready.

“I like Maya, it’s, well, I think it’s different. What do you think? Do you like it?”

“I mean it’s a pretty name but I’m not too keen on it,” I told him my honest opinion. “I’d rather call her something more-, I don’t know. Something more umpfh if you get me?”

Umpfh,” he repeated. His eyes slowly looked into mine and I already saw his smirk growing bigger and bigger. Then before I knew it his head was leaned back and he was laughing his ass off. “Right, describe this umpfh for me, please, pretty girl.”

“You’re just making fun of me, you deserve no explanation,” I told him with a serious face expression but deep down I was dying from the laughter I had to hold back.

God why were we such a goofy and childish couple? We didn’t take anything seriously, we laughed most of the time that we spent together and basically we were both just a mess as soon as we saw each other or started talking.

We could be texting and when I type out that “I’m crying I can’t cope I’m pissing myself” I’m actually like that. Some people just text that stuff, I actually feel it and do it. I mean yeah, Harry is funny…

But I’m hilarious.

I think I laugh at my own jokes more than Harry does. But then again he laughs at his own jokes too. And sometimes we laugh at each other’s – well, okay, we laugh all the fucking time I don’t even know what I’m trying to say anymore.

We’re funny and end of.

My best friend’s girl (Chapter 6)

(Steve Rogers x Reader) (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

This story is nearing it’s end, I think the next chapter might be the last one (7 often seems to be my magical number for some reason)

Thank you all for reading this fic and giving it so much love. This will not be the last story I write that involves Steve and Bucky ;)

Story: Bucky’s been in cryo for a year now, during that time you and Steve have grown closer together. You both want more but are scared to give into your feelings, until one night…

You and Steve arrive home after the party, both crippled by guilt when you find Bucky in the kitchen waiting for you.

No warnings for this chapter, this is just one big Angst fest. I’m sorry…


Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5


My best friend’s girl (chapter 6)

You hadn’t spoken a word since Steve had abruptly pushed you out of his arms after your close encounter in the elevator.

It was a gentle but firm push and it cast you both back into reality and wishing there was a way to turn back the clock.

But there was no way to take back what you did.

Steve had been giving you the silent treatment ever since. He opened the car door to let you step outside and followed you up to his apartment.

When you were close to his door you slowed down your steps.

‘Maybe I should…maybe I should just spend tonight at my place,’ you hesitated.

‘No,’ Steve insisted,’ If I know Bucky at all he will be up waiting for you.’

You knew Steve was right. And for a second the thought of Bucky waiting up to see you brought a smile to your face, but then reality hit and suddenly you were fighting tears.

‘Steve,’ your voice broke.

‘Hey, stop it, okay,’ he turned to face you and carefully took your hand in his,’ You can do this, everything will be fine.’

You nodded your head firmly. You wanted to believe him so badly, believe everything could still go back to normal and all three of you could come out of this unharmed. But how could it?

You slept with Bucky’s best friend, not once but twice now. There was no excuse for the second time.

Nothing would ever be fine again.

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i’ve been on a gaster kick lately, so i sorta went with it??? what can i say, i just really love this sad, void man lmao. (btw some of the images have caption!)

also included some pre-core gaster! i’ve decided that i like the idea of my gaster being sans’ and papyrus’ father. for the longest time it was a toss up between him being their older brother, or being their dad, but the latter won me over in the end haha. 

The College Years - Sophomore Year (Chapter 32) - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “The Reconnect”

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall & Reader/OFC

Warnings: SMUT, handjob, fingering, masturbation, voyeurism, dirty talk, dom!Stiles.

Summary: Stiles and y/n get into a fight, but make up in a dirty way. This is just a smutty, smutty, masturbate-y chapter.

Chapter Thirty-One - Chapter Thirty-Two - Chapter Thirty-Three

Originally posted by leinyperezx33

Scott was hesitant to leave the car and walk in alone because it was so dark out that he was worried that they would get hurt trying to get back into Scott’s house, but he also could not sit around and listen to them have their first fight as a couple with him stuck in the back seat. Isaac opened the door from the inside and Scott ran into the house without any issue, closing the door behind him. Y/n and Stiles sat in the front seats of her car, the engine turned off and the windows barely cracked, not speaking.

“I can’t believe you just flipped out on me like that, and in front of Scott…” Y/n finally broke the silence, looking over in Stiles’ direction.

“I’m just so sick of you treating me like you’re my fucking mother and like I need to be monitored!” Stiles raised his voice again. “I just want my girlfriend back. I want the girl who wants to have sex with me, go camping with me or on long night drives to the coast, or who wants to surprise me by buying Met’s tickets when we’re in New York because she knows how happy that will make me. I don’t want this person who text’s my Dad more than me and is only concerned with my bandages and how my wrist is healing, and asks me if I’m eating enough or if I remembered to change my dressing. It’s bullshit.”

“You’re such an asshole sometimes, Stiles…” She shook her head, and stared down at the steering wheel. “Do you think I want to be so concerned with your medical bullshit, or that I am not going out of my fucking mind over the fact that I got to spend my summer with my boyfriend after all, yet we don’t get to have sex, or we might not get to go camping in Yosemite next month or fly home to New York to show you off to my friends and take you around my city? I DON’T WANT TO BE YOUR FUCKING MOTHER, STILES.” She yelled back at him, finally turning to look at his startled face over her raised tone. “But you aren’t taking care of yourself. You’re pushing yourself too quickly. You literally popped three stitches in your abdomen today because you disappeared to the Sheriff’s station, where you then couldn’t get off the floor by yourself. I don’t want to parent you, but you’re also not taking what happened to you seriously.”

“You think I’m not taking my recovery seriously?” Stiles asked with an indignant attitude.

“Are you?! Because I haven’t seen that yet and it terrifies me. This whole thing has scared the shit out of me, Stiles. I have been overly vigilant because I am so afraid of losing you.” Y/n admitted, the heat rising to her face as tears burned down her cheeks.

“I am taking it seriously. I know what happened was bad” Stiles calmed down when he saw that he had caused her to cry. “I am just.. so frustrated. This horrible thing is happening to my home and all my friends are out trying to do something about it and I am trapped on Scott’s couch, just waiting to hear the latest update. I hate not being able to help.” Stiles pushed his fist into his thigh. His frustration was palpable. He took a deep breath and looked up at his girlfriend, looking away from him and wiping the tears from under her eyes with her delicate fingers. He sighed and looked down in shame. “Do you remember what one of the first things I ever said to you was?”

Y/n paused, then looked at Stiles with her eyebrows arched in confusion. “Put down my bat, it’s a collectors item?”

Stiles couldn’t help but grin. He snickered quietly and shook his head. “No, after I told you to put down my bat, I told you that my role in the Pack was that I was the man with the plan. I was always the one with the plan, always the one to figure out what the best move was.” Stiles shook his head again and sighed. “I hate feeling useless or like I’m not pulling my weight in the Pack, and that’s how I feel right now, and you not being normal around me, which I get is probably difficult since this is not a normal situation right now, just makes it harder.” Stiles admitted, rubbing his hand into his knee.

Y/n reached over and placed her hand under his. He wrapped his long fingers around hers. “You’re still the man with the plan. I don’t know how Scott and them survive without you.”

“That’s what I always say.” Stiles interrupted her, with a soft smile.

She laughed gently and continued. “More and more recently, I have been getting the feeling that this is not a fight that can be won by Scott and the rest of the werewolves, I have a feeling that this is going to come down to me and my magic, and whatever that entails, I know I’m going to need your help. You are still going to be crucial in cracking all of this. I know it…. and then when we kill these assholes, I’m going tell the doctors what you did, and they will have no choice but to let us have sex again.”

Stiles laughed and leaned over the middle console of her car, wrapping his hand around the back of her neck, and pulling her towards him for a hard, lingering kiss. He broke free and caressed her cheek with his thumb. “I’m sorry… this whole thing has just been…”

“It’s okay. I know.” She smiled a bit at him. “Wanna go inside now?” She asked, taking her keys out of the ignition and holding up her lamassu keychain.

Stiles nodded and looked at the slightly parted front curtain. “Can one of you eavesdropping assholes open the door?” Stiles said in a moderate tone, knowing that the two werewolves inside had been listening to the entire argument.

Isaac opened the door and Y/n helped to rush Stiles back inside.

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Sidney Crosby #1

First Sid of many, feel free to send me requests :)

Word Count: 1,565

Originally posted by jonnytaze19

Mania. That’s the one word you’d use to explain the world you were living right about now. Even from down the hallway you could hear the cheers from the away team dressing room. There were people everywhere you looked, shoulders bumping with strangers who wore the same grin that you had on your face while you turned to walk into the dressing room. 

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Certified Jealous

Originally posted by totaldivasepisodes

SUMMARY: Enzo keeps flirting with the reader to get under Neville’s skin. He pushes Neville to his breaking point and after taking care of Enzo, Neville takes you to the hotel to show you what a real man is. SMUT.

(This was originally requested by an anon to @theworldiscolorful but since she doesn’t write for Neville I decided to see what I could do with it! Hopefully whoever the anon was, sees this and likes it!)

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The End

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Emma grabbed Killian’s hand under the table as she held him tightly. She had so much she wanted to say to him, so much of which she didn’t know how to form words about.

She felt like she was a mess inside, so much was racing through her mind and she didn’t know what to do.

“Are you alright, love?” Killian asked her softly, as he held her tightly in return, “Do you want to step outside for a moment.”

She nodded, as he read her mind. She needed a moment to gather her thoughts in the wake of the final battle, not having been able to comprehend entirely what it meant to her and for her happiness.

He made their excuses, before gathering her by placing an arm around her shoulders and leading her to the front of Granny’s where she had kissed him for the first time with the intention of pursuing a relationship with him. So much had seemingly changed since then, and she could barely process it all.

“What’s the matter, Love?” he asked her, seating her down beside him on the bench.

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Mission gone wrong - s. r.

Originally posted by bluebrooklynkid

pairing: steve x reader (she/her)

summary: theoretically, it was supposed to be easy mission - get in the base, take off the HYDRA soldiers guarding it, take the date and get out. theoretically. but the thing is: the team was overcome with tension, a ticking bomb ready to explode at any minute now. and all because the only couple on the avengers team had had a big fallout that morning and were not on speaking terms, meaning: barked orders and a disaster bound to happen.

warnings: swearing, anger, blood loss, a bit of asshole! steve, fluff and i gues that’s it?

word count: 2.9k

n/a: so this is my first writing for the mcu characters. tough i’m not a new writer per se, i’m new to the fandom (i mean, that’s the easiest way to explain/go about it) so pls be gentle w me beans. i didn’t properly proofread it, so if there’s any mistakes, please do tell. i hope y’all enjoy it . ♥

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Are you ready, kid?” Clint asked, his voice soft, yet fearful.

Y/N sighed, knowing she and Steve had caused a big strain on the group after their morning fight.

I’m fine, Clint.” She answered, knowing his question had a deeper meaning. “Steve and I know how separate our professional from personal life.

“I know, kid, it’s just… we need you both with your minds on the field. Even if it’s not a heavily guarded base, it’s still dangerous not to be focused.”

The girl sighed, knowing the archer was just trying to make sure she was fine, but still annoyed nonetheless.  

We know. He’s Captain America, Clint. That man is like a hundred years old, he knows what’s up and so do I. We won’t let our argument get in the way, I promise.”

Looking in her eyes for a moment, he nodded, leaving the room. Muttering encouraging words to herself, she finished suiting up, her head high on her way to the Quinjet.

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Part 4 

Synopsis: What happens when you wake up married to Steve Rogers in a Las Vegas hotel suite? Especially when you have feelings for his best friend and his best friend has feelings for you? Only time can tell.

Originally posted by little--batman

Reader POV

Warnings: Language. Angst. Nothing naughty yet ladies and gents…

A/N: Sorry for the delay  - work has been a bitch but here is Part 4. Super stoked for this part and the next so I hope you all enjoy! 

Tags are still open! Also i tried to fix the tag problem but if yours still isn’t working please let me know so I can figure out how to remedy the situation 

Need to catch up: Read Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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Power is a finicky thing. You had seen governments fall - powerful families succumb to their worse fears trying to cling on to the delicate idea of having power. And once someone had it they never knew what to do with it. Except dangle it for the world to see, asking for someone stronger to challenge them. Because the truth of the matter was that humans had no idea what to do when they had achieved something. They always needed more. Power created restlessness.

That was how you felt as you walked up the New York Met steps.

It had been one week since your marriage with Steve. Things were off. You asked Steve for space and he granted it. Even if he woke up early to run with you to get an idea of missions for the day, or tried to help you with breakfast. Even if he left you lunch, worried that you never took the time to nourish yourself throughout the day or offered to make you dinner before you left for the night. Even if flowers started mysteriously popping up on your desk and the large stack of reports you had been meaning to organize and file away electronically had found a way on your desktop.

Steve knew how to give space like a toddler distancing themselves from their mother.

You dug your hands into your brown leather jacket, pulling out a few dollars to pay for your museum pass before walking through security. You walked up the steps, pulling your hair into a pony tail as you reflected on it all, a frown gracing your face. 

It was too much. You had just barely realized you had strong feelings for Bucky. You liked Bucky. Liked that behind all of his hard edges there was a softness to him, smooth and cool. Knew the kind of relationship you could have with him. The kind of life you could have with him - the kind of life you’ve wanted.

Steve was too apple pie for you. Too on the straight and narrow, even if he did recently make some changes that dictated otherwise. You knew the truth. Staying married to you was only happening because he came from a time where divorce wasn’t an option.

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ivy-raven  asked:

So, a prompt! First, do you write for IronPanther and StarkQuill pairings? If yes, I might be back with more prompts for them, but I'd really like Stuckony where HYDRA sent the WS to kill Tony before launching Project Insight, so he can't somehow stop it at the last minute, as heroes are wont to do. He's sent UC in SI, because that's the only way to get close, but Tony, exhausted, trips and twists his ankle in front of him and dozens of witnesses, so he can't kill him yet. (1/2)

He’s forced to pick him up and take him to the med bay, being the security guard and visualy strongest. But he’s desperatly touch starved, and really like touching/carrying Tony, and he smelled so good and was really nice to him, so he decides Tony must absolutely never die and tells him everything, declaring himself his new bodyguard. Steve/Tony is established, and both are aware of Bucky’s feelings for Tony (before and after regaining memories) so they invite him into their relationship. 2/3

And Bucky is super confused, like, punk, we’re already in a relationship?? Keep up? And picks Tony up and takes his two fellas on a date! - ok, that was super long and detailed, sorry about that! I can just imagine it and it’s so cute! You don’t have to include all the elements, I realize it’s a lot, I just really need touch-starved Bucky imprining on Tony and the ‘we’re already dating, punk’ scene! Thanks so much! (3/3)

Haha, this is adorable! How sweet. :) I do not write StarkQuill. In fact I’ve never even seen Guardians of the Galaxy! I should get on that, haha. I can write IronPanther though. I hope this lives up to your expectations! Keep an eye out for under the cut!

This work can also be found on my Ao3 here.

The Asset had barely even touched his gun when the Mark tripped and went down in a flail of limbs and loose papers. He had to fight a sigh. Some might think the clumsy marks would be easier to kill, because it could be made to look like an accident, but actually it was much harder—they were more likely to accidentally dodge attempts on their lives.

The Mark sat up, looking shocked. “Ow.”

“Sir?” one of the secretaries called, standing from her desk. “Mr. Stark, are you okay?”

“I think so?” The Mark pressed his palms to his eyes, letting out a sigh that betrayed deep exhaustion. “Yeah.” He took her hands when she offered them to him and pulled himself up, letting out a little noise of pain as he finally stood. “Ow!”

The secretary began patting him down, concerned. “What? What’s wrong?”

The Mark batted her hands away. “I’m fine, Ms. Carmichael. Just a twisted ankle.”

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New Girl

Request: Monty imagine where theres a new girl at school and the jocks bet him he cant get with her, but then he gets to know her and starts to fall for her and slowly notices himself changing omg (((’:

a/n; you guys came through with these Monty requests wow

Word Count: 591

Pairing: Montgomery De La Cruz X Reader

Y/N’s P.O.V

I looked up from my lunch tray, seeing someone sitting across from me out of the corner of my eyes. “Can I help you?” I finally found my voice after I realized Montgomery was sitting in front of me. I’ve only been here for a month, but I’ve heard stuff about him, and we’ve bumped into each other a couple of times. 

“Just thought I’d say whats up.” He stated. glancing behind me for a second, I whipped my head around and saw his friends staring at us. As soon as they saw me look, they ducked down, acting as if they were eating and talking. “Um, why?” I responded, looking back towards him. 

“That sounded harsh, but, you’re not exactly the type of guy that just sits down and starts a conversation with the new shy girl.” I pointed out when he looked at me, searching my face for any kind of indicator on what I thought. He shrugged, “I figured I’d start now.” 

“You’re on the baseball team right?” I cracked a smile, he nodded slowly, unsure on why I was asking. “I love baseball, it’s my dad and I’s thing.” He grinned at that, “you should come to the game tomorrow.”


It’s been three months since that fateful day in the cafeteria, and I’ve never been more happy in my life, he’s different now, in a good way. 

Picking up my phone I smiled, “hey.” I sat up on my bed as I heard him and the guys talking. “Monty-” I cut myself off when I heard what they were talking about. “It was just a bet man, you don’t have to stay with her.” Bryce snickered, I felt my heart crushing. “You must have been real smooth at lunch that day.” Someone else chimed in, but I couldn’t quite figure out who was. 

Before I could hear Monty’s response, the phone cut off.


I stood, arms crossed, next to the bleachers as Monty started walking over to me. The game had just finished, of course they won, and I was happy, for my friends, not for him. I saw his smile falter when I didn’t start running over to him like always, “you okay, baby?” He mumbled, going to place a hand on my waist but I slapped it away. He yanked his hand back, looking at me in shock, “what the hell was that?” He raised his eyebrows.

I stalked off, waiting behind the bleachers, out of everyone’s sight for the most part, he followed of course, confused on my behavior. “Y/N-” “Was I a bet?” I snapped, he froze, looking at me in total shock. “How did you find out?” I scoffed at his question, “so I was.” I remarked. He tried to shake his head, but I pulled my bottom lip into my mouth, biting down on it hard. Trying to keep it from trembling. 

“Baby, I’m-” “Don’t ‘baby’ me, Montgomery.” I hissed, wiping at the tip of my nose, “I can’t believe I thought you actually cared about me.” I whispered, shaking my head as my eyes glazed over. “No, no, Y/N I do care, I care a lot.” He followed me as I started walking towards the parking lot. “It sounds fake, I get it, we started as a bet, but it’s not a bet to me anymore, I like you, a lot.” He slowed to a stop as he reached me. 

I didn’t move as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders from behind me, I nodded slightly, “okay.”