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The Arrangement (pt 5)

Originally posted by bangtanroyalty

After having a quick dinner, you set the table with Jimin’s food and made your way to your room. You immediately started packing all that you could and all the while made a mental list of all the things you wanted to get at the store tomorrow before your in-laws would be home. 

Jimin came to the kitchen a little while later and he was expecting you to be sitting at the table, eating dinner. But instead, he found some dirty dishes in the sink and his food set on the table. He hated eating alone, but he got used to it at night. Sometimes you would eat with him for breakfast, but you only ever sat in silence. You had one friendly conversation after all these months, so nothing was supposed to change in your dynamic… right? He sighed as he pulled his chair out and sat down. 

The next morning, Jimin woke up to the sound of the vacuum. He turned to look at the clock and was surprised that it was already 9:30. Usually, he would have been at work by this time, but he had taken the day off in order to prepare for his parent’s arrival. He quickly brushed his teeth and took a shower in order to prepare for the long day ahead. He entered the living room a few moments later only to find it more clean than usual. You had always made it a deal to have the house clean, but everything was in tip top shape today. The magazines were all organized neatly on the coffee table and that vacuum patterns on the carpet were left to be admired. He looked up to your side of the house and found a few boxes outside. You exited your room a few minutes later, wiping off some sweat from your forehead. 

You hadn’t heard Jimin wake up and you figured you would just let him sleep in on his day off. You weren’t really sure how much help he would be anyways. 

“So…I guess I’ll move these boxes into my room then?” he asked, walking towards the first box.

“Oh. Uh, good morning. And yeah, that would be great, thank you” you said, thankful for the help. 

Pretty soon, all the boxes were moved into his room and you were almost done cleaning the house. You had been up since 6am, cleaning and packing and rearranging the guest room. You still had so much left to do though and you were tired just thinking about it. 

“How about you go unpack the boxes? I cleared out some space for you in the closet and in the bathroom” Jimin said. He could notice how tired you looked already, but the job had to be done. The act had to be perfect.

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Pairing: Scott x Reader


Could you do one for Scott? Maybe about him and the reader fangirling over Captain and then they just casually decide to go out or something?

Scott has created a chatroom.

Scott has invited Y/N.


Scott: Cap invited me to train with him. You jelly?

Y/N: He invited me to train with him too! You’re not so special, Lang.


Y/N: Scott. That’s a bit creepy, don’t you think?

Scott: Oh. I… I didn’t think so, but now that you mention it…

Y/N: I’m going to have to let Steve know.

Scott: Wait, Y/N, no, please!

Y/N: He’s not going to approve.


Y/N: I’m messing with you, lol.

Scott: I was shaking!



Y/N: We’re so getting kicked off the team if he finds out about our lil club.

Scott: Like that would stop us from stanning him.

Scott: you when you see Cap


Y/N: A rare pic of me trying to stop you from doing something stupid when Steve acknowledges your presence.


Phil has joined the chat.

Phil: Hello, amateurs.

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wintercon story time

we wanted to hang out with really amazing chris after the 1st day of convention but he couldn’t go , so he sent me a kinda “sorry” photo 

and  I sent photo in viktor too

and we ended up one upping each other and then THIS happened:

i decided that i must not lose and sent  this (thanks my babe katsudon for participating) :

and basically that is the best photo complitation I’ve ever had in my entire life

Wildest Moments

In which Harry and Y/N have trouble loving each other.

Miserable, that’s how Y/N felt, completely and utterly miserable, her relationship was useless truth be told, she just couldn’t bring herself to accept it. It was an endless cycle of screaming, bickering and any and everything being done to hurt each other.

After everything Y/N has been through, with her parents who supposedly berates Y/N every chance they get and past lovers who’s used Y/N for their selfish needs, all she has ever wanted was an easy relationship, but love isn’t easy, it never is. According to Shakespeare the course of true love never did run smooth.

Y/N knew what she was signing up for when she started getting involved with him in secret trysts at the beginning of their so called relationship. She’s heard the whispers about him, the gossip and the rumors all about his dark side. She didn’t want to believe them.

Y/N closed her eyes in an attempt to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill down her face, but she refused to let them spill, that means she’d look weak and give Harry even more of a reason to exploit her insecurities and weaknesses.

A sigh of relief escaped Y/N’s lips as she heard Harry storm out the room and into their shared bedroom slamming the door on his way in.

Y/N then forced herself off the couch and into the kitchen to make Harry a cuppa to calm his nerves before she attempted to talk to him in order to fix things between them.

“Harry?” Y/N softly called as she walked into their bedroom to find him laying under their covers strolling through his phone with a scowl etched onto his face.

“I made you some tea” she timidly spoke.

Silence, that’s all Y/N got. She knew Harry was ignoring her. Harry knew how much Y/N hated being ignored, he knew how the silence slowly killed her. It broke Y/N to pieces when Harry ignores her, she’d rather he yell at her or do something, anything that way Y/N at least has an idea what’s going in that pretty head of his.

“H please love” Y/N desperately pleaded as she cautiously slipped under the covers with him. A loud sigh slipped past Harry’s lips as he turned to face her, his brows were furrowed as her glared at her, the type of glare that was so cold it sent shivers down her body.

“I love you H, love you so much” Y/N whispered as her voice cracked and tears brimmed her eyes.

That’s all it took, that’s all it took for Harry to melt. Harry’s stone cold glare softened and quickly turned into a loving stare filled with adoration. Harry was completely smitten with her, they both knew it.

“C’mere petal” Harry cooed, “Let me love on yeh” 

Y/N couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief as she heard those words leave Harry’s mouth.

As they say all good things must come to an end. The next day was the same shit but a different day for both Harry and Y/N, another meaningless fight over something stupid and pointless, they were both just looking for ways to spite each other as always. Y/N sometimes believes both Harry and herself might be masochists, especially in times like this.

But this time Harry overstepped his boundaries.

Harry knew he took it too far, but he couldn’t help it, he was so angry, stressed and frustrated, he did what he always does, he took it out on his girl, the one person who stays with him no matter what, despite how bad he may treat her, she’s always there, even when everyone left, she stayed.

“Sometime I wonder what in God’s great name keeps me with someone as pathetic as yeh” Harry harshly spoke.

“I’m not pathetic” Y/N faint-heartedly spoke trying to convince herself more than she was trying to convince Harry.

“Oh sweetheart, yeh nothin’ without me” Harry spat causing tears to silently fall down Y/N’s cheeks because she knew it was true.

She was hopeless without Harry.

Before Harry came along Y/N had no one, she was just another lonely, innocent girl lost in this world. Harry was all Y/N’s ever had, he’s all she ever knew. Y/N struggled with her mental health, she struggled with money and she over worked herself to pay for her college tuition and to pass her exams.

But the she met him.

He teared her walls down bit by bit, she let him in without a fight. He was her angel, her saving grace. He never gave up on her like everyone around them said he would.

Harry and Y/N were both polar opposites they knew, they’re friends knew it, well Harry’s friends knew it. Everyone whispered about their destructive relationship. On the outside everyone wondered why they even tried but what they didn’t know about was the little moments that kept them sane. Something as simple as making each other a cuppa in the right moment and the late night love making with post cuddles.

“Y/N” Harry bitterly said snapping Y/N out of her thoughts. Y/N hesitantly turned to face Harry with tears slowly streaming down her face.

“ What got nothin’ to say yeh really tha’ pathetic?” Harry questioned, his voice dripping with venom. A loud sob left Y/N’s lips making her feel even more pathetic if even possible.

“Harry please” Y/N whimpered out.

“No Y/N, yeh think I want a relationship like this, a relationship where ‘ve gotta force myself t’ be happy fo’ yeh, cause if I don’t yeh’re gonna turn all depressed and sucicidal” Harry spat

“Please stop” Y/N pleaded as tears dribbled down her cheeks.

“Yeh know what I can’t handle this, I can’t handle yeh and all yeh baggage. M’leaving for a bit and don’t even try t’ come looking fo’ meh” Harry rasped as he stormed out their shared falt, slamming the door shut behind him.

Harry left Y/N standing there distraught and bewildered. Harry knew when he walked out he was running away from his problems, running away from her, and every time he ran away, he took piece of her with him, slowly breaking her.

Y/N knew this fight couldn’t be resolved by a cuppa and cuddles. She felt hopeless, she was hopeless without him. She sat there silently crying and praying for her love to come back to her, except this time she knew he wouldn’t, he’d finally given up on her, just like everyone else had.

Hi lovelies, I’d really appreciate some feedback on this, lots of love- K

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LiftMan!Namjoon (Dope!AU)

Originally posted by sweetest-night

Pairing: Reader X Lift Operator!Namjoon

Warnings: Smut (Lift sex, unprotected sex)

Words: 2.4K

Summary: You can’t help but feel intrigued by the cute man in the lift  and things escalate elevate.

“Seven Please” you smile as you step into the lift.

Namjoon immediately looked at you. Usually people just mumbled their destination to him with no please, thank you or even so much as a acknowledging nod. So the fact that you were rather cheerful and actually said please, took him completely by surprise.

He rarely took notice of the people that joined him in the lift, he was required to stand smartly and politely smile at all of his guests but he never noticed them. They all looked the same to him, just a blur of faces that filled his day until he could finally go home. He looked at you, studying the face of the one person that acknowledged his existence.

You looked up at the lift operator stood by the control console, you gave him a friendly smile. He was around your age. He had a soft face his blonde hair poking out of the side of his hat slightly. He smiled politely back at you. There were a subtle trace of his dimples.

You couldn’t deny that he was attractive. You were torn between wanting to rip his clothes off and just squish his adorable face.

He was too busy looking at you that it took him a moment to realise what he was meant to be doing. He eventually snapped back to his job and pressed the button for the seventh floor.

Peaceful lift music played as the doors closed and you started to glide upwards towards your floor.

You were new to the building, you were relocating so that you were closer to work.You were excited to get out of your old shitty apartment where nothing would work as it was meant to. Although you couldn’t help but sigh at the thought of unpacking all of your belongings.

You smiled at the fact that your new building had a cute lift operator that you would hopefully see most days.The lift dinged signalling that you had arrived at your floor.

“Thank you” you smile as you walk out of the lift.

He watches you as you walk down the hallway, the doors close in front of him blocking his view of you. He smiles to himself, wondering when he may see you again.


He went back to work with a new sense of hope that he would see more of you, that you were a resident and not just a visitor that he wouldn’t see again. He found himself hoping every time he arrived on the seventh floor that it would be you waiting to get in.

It was nearing the end of his shift when you walked in, he couldn’t help the smile on his face.

“Hello again” you smile at the lift operator.

“H-Hello” he smiles, a little shocked that you were actually talking to him.

“Do you know any good coffee shops around here?” you ask, you had yet to unpack all of your kitchenware and you just wanted a hot drink.

He was stunned for a moment, you were actually talking to him, no one ever talked to him.

“Uh” he had to think for a moment, he wasn’t expecting the question and it was as if his mind had gone blank.

“Y-Yeah there’s a place a couple of streets away, go right out the building, over the road then turn left and it’s on the end of that street” he manages to say.

“Oh thank you” you smile gratefully.

The elevator music plays as you descend towards the ground floor.

“Have you been here all day?” you ask, realising the last time you had seen him must have been a good few hours ago.

He simply nods his head. “Although I’m just finishing now though” he smiles, glad that he doesn’t have to stay in this lift any longer with the same music that is constantly playing in his head a as a result.

“Oh, well do you want to come get coffee with me?” you ask, a little nervous that the handsome man was going to turn you down.

“You want me to come with you?” he says to himself in disbelief.

“Well yeah, I’m terrible with directions anyway and you look like you could use it” you say. “You don’t have to if you don’t want, I get it if you just want to go home or whatever” you add, quickly starting to ramble.

He eventually speaks.

“I’d love to come for coffee with you” he smiles.

The lift dings as you arrive on the ground floor. You walk out of the lift, he follows behind you. You reach the front door, pulling it open and walking into the cool evening air.

“So what’s your name” he asks as you begin to walk together towards the coffee shop he had mentioned.

“Y/N” you smile, as it occurs to you that you still don’t know the name of the cute lift operator.

“Namjoon” he smiles back, reaching his hand out to shake yours .


By the time you return it was dark outside. You weren’t sure how long you were in the coffee shop with him, time just seemed to fly by. You had told him about yourself and he had told you a lot about him, like how he lived on the third floor and hence didn’t really get out much.

For the first time in a long time Namjoon felt happy, he was talking to someone, someone who was actually interested in what he had to say, the fact that you were a beautiful girl was just the icing on the cake for him.


Something intrigued you about the man in the lift and you wanted to know him more. Over the coming weeks you looked forward to those times when you actually left your apartment to take the lift down, sometimes just wanting to see his kind smile if you were having a bad day.

You had developed a small crush on Namjoon, so much so that you were disappointed when you went to use the lift and he wasn’t there.

Your little lift meetings continued for a couple of months and you would occasionally hang out once he had finished his shift

You weren’t sure what the two of you were, it always felt like there was something more there than just friends, but neither of you had the courage to say anything.

Until that one evening…

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A super fluff Peter x Reader. NO SPOILERS! 656 words of Peter. Tags are open at the bottom of my fics; let me know If you want to be tagged. Requests are open, so don’t be afraid to send them in!

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“If you try to tickle me one more time, Im going to punch you in the face.” I half yelled, turning my focus back to the video game. “I wasn’t even touching you!” Peter said, but he was clearly biting his lip to keep from smiling. Silence filled the moment as we both concentrated on the game. As my character was about to deliver the final death blow, Peters phone rang and he paused the game. “Come on!” I yelled throwing down my controller. He smirked and stuck out his tongue before picking up the call. “It’s Peter.” he said “Where? On 5th and 7th?”  I propped myself up on my elbows and felt a frown crease my lips. “Yeah, I’m on it.” He said with a sigh. He ended the call and shifted so he was facing me. He started to apologize, but I knew it wasn’t his fault. It seemed these days, Happy would call him to help out around the city; and If Tony Stark needed him, then it must be for a good reason. “(Y/n) I’m-” “Its okay Peter.” I said with a soft smile. “Go. I’ll be waiting for you when you get back.” He nodded his head and pulled me into his arms, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. I tried to calm my breathing before kissing him back. He pulled away after a short while, planting a kiss on my forehead before standing up. “Be careful!” I shouted as he carefully slid open my window. I flopped back on my stomach and stared at the paused TV. I felt the corners of my mouth turn up as I un paused the game and knocked out Peter’s character. “He owes me lunch now.” I whispered.

An hour or so later, I heard my window creak. I set down my book and grabbed Peter around the waist, helping him in. He stumbled though and almost hit his head. “Oh my god! What happened to you?” He was still in his spiderman suit and his left thigh was covered in wet blood. Under his eye, black spots were beginning to form. “It’s nothing babe I’m fine.” He said gripping my shoulder to support himself. “No your not.” I argued, creases deepening in my forehead. I let him to my bathroom, despite his protests, and sat him down on the edge of the sink. “Can you get this suit off so I can clean you up?” I asked reaching in my cabinet for a first aid kit. “If you wanted to see me naked again.” He started, pulling the suit off sexily. “You could have just, DID YOU KILL ME IN THE GAME?!” I tried to hide my smile as I stood back up and kissed Peter on the cheek. “Yep, and now you owe me lunch.” “I could have beat you.” he grumbled, crossing his arms over his abs. “Where are your priorities? Can we focus on why you have a giant cut in your thigh.” I sighed pouring peroxide into a cotton pad.

Peter often got hurt on his missions, and since May didn’t know, (and Peter sucked at First- aid) I helped him out. It was convenient that we were dating, because I could use affection to distract him from the pain. Kisses, and cuddles, even doing stitches in my bra. I crinkled my nose at the smell of the alcohol. “I was fighting off these guys and one of them sliced my thigh with a knife as I swung by on a web.” I grimaced before pressing the pad into his cut. “OWWW!” he yelled, clamping a hand over his own mouth. “It’s okay” I whispered, stretching up to give him a kiss. I pulled away and re soaked another cotton pad. He groaned in anticipation. “Can you at least roll your sleeves up?” I stifled a laugh. “Sure Peter, If seeing my wrists will help you, then yes.”

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request: “Ohh, sorry i didn’t know that you’re not taking requests from prompts list, i’m so sorry >.<, so, can be can I send a Cedric imagine, where the reader is a gryffindor and likes Cedric? and someone say that he and Cho are together and she is avoiding him because she is very sad and upset with herself too, for liking him, but one day he puts her against the wall and asks why she has avoided him and she tells everything and in the end Cedric says that she never dated with Cho because he likes her?” — by anon

a/n: thank you for requesting! i hope you like this. x


    Y/N knew that she must be losing her mind once she began to look at her best friend quite differently than before. From the way she noticed how his eyes looked beautiful whenever he would vigorously tell her a funny story from class, to the way his hair was tousled in the morning just as he joins her for breakfast — not particularly caring that a lot of Gryffindors were sending him weird looks for not sitting at the Hufflepuff table like he should — or the way his hands looked so welcoming that she often found herself resisting the urge to go and intertwine it with hers.

     Yup, she was definitely losing her mind.

     She was also angry at herself for thinking such things. Was it counted as incest when she was certain that Cedric Diggory only looked at her like a sister while she looked at him like he was the whole damn universe? Y/N desperately tried to shake the thought away but every single time he talks to her, says her name, her insides melt and she knows for a fact that she was falling in love — and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

      That’s why after overhearing from a fellow seventh year student that Cedric was reportedly seen kissing Cho Chang from the Ravenclaw house, Y/N literally felt her heart shatter into pieces. Ever since, she had been avoiding Cedric through inconspicuous several ways. Like staying at the Gryffindor common room more often, purposely almost being late for a class he shared with her so that she’ll get a seat at the far back, or even going as far as faking sickness just to get away from him.

      Of course, Cedric wasn’t stupid. He was so confused by her actions that sometimes he didn’t even bother to talk to her anymore. That is until Harry Potter, a fellow Triwizard Champion, let it slip that he might have been seeing Y/N so sad and glum at the Gryffindor common room all by herself when Cedric was sure that Y/N always claimed that she didn’t like staying there, since it was far too crowded sometimes, and that’s why she and Cedric were always by the courtyard, talking until they ran out of things to say.

      “I expect that you hand those essays on Thursday. Class dismiss.” said Professor Snape, numerous students sighing in delight as they hurriedly fix their belongings and sprint away from the dungeon.

      Y/N was following their footsteps, thinking of other things she can do later on when she’s back all alone at the Gryffindor Tower. With her and Cedric not in speaking terms, her life sure became boring and well, lifeless.

      Suddenly, she saw Cedric walking towards her direction with an angry expression which caused the young girl to raise her eyebrows and attempt to do a detour, but it was far too late and he was now facing her, backing her up against the wall and pressing both of his palms against it as well, keeping only a short distance between them that some students who were walking by snickered and whistled mockingly.

      “Er — what are you doing?” asked the girl, trying to find a way in which she can pass but he made sure to lock her in place with his arms acting like some sort of cage.

     "You’re avoiding me.“ It was a statement, not a question.

     "No, I am not.” Y/N replied firmly, trying to duck pass his way but since he was too close, it was almost impossible to move without making some kind of skin contact somehow.

     He raised an eyebrow. “You’re not? Then how come you never even congratulated me after the first task? I haven’t even been hearing from you since I got accepted as a Triwizard Champion. You know, if you’re jealous because you didn’t get picked by the goblet of fire —”

     "Oh, don’t be so thick, Cedric.“ She cut him off with an annoyed expression. "It’s not that at all.”

     "Then what is it?“ demanded the Hufflepuff.

     "Can you just give me some space first, please? It’s very distracting.” said Y/N, turning sideways so that she wouldn’t be too flustered because of the small space between their faces. His eyes that were staring deeply at hers were very distracting indeed.

     He backed away but still kept one arm guarded.

    She sighed. “It’s nothing you should worry about. Just me being idiotic as usual.”

     "Y/N,“ he breathed in deeply, ”what is it?

     "Nothing.” repeated the Gryffindor girl.

    Cedric let out an exasperated groan. “You’re not being honest with me at all.”

     "Well, so have you! In fact, I had to hear it from somebody else that you’re dating Cho Chang and I’m your best friend, I’m the one who’s supposed to know it first.“ snapped Y/N.

     "What — I’m not dating Cho!” Cedric shouted, finally removing his palm against the wall to talk to her properly. “And you’re the one to talk. You haven’t exactly been a very good best friend to me these days.”

     Y/N’s expression changed from anger to confusion in an instant upon hearing what he just said. “Wait,” she calmed down, “you’re not dating Cho?”

    “No.” answered Cedric, his face red from his previous outburst. “I don’t even know where you got that news from.”

    “Oh.” Y/N blushed, feeling humiliated all of the sudden.

    He scowled. “Oh? Is that all you have to say? Oh?

    “What do you want me to say?”

    “That you’re sorry for avoiding me!” demanded Cedric. “That you’re sorry because you didn’t even bother to congratulate me after the first task when the reason why I survived it in the first place because I kept thinking that if I were to die in that arena, I wouldn’t be able to see you again and —” he abruptly stopped himself from saying more.

    “And what, Cedric?” Y/N raised an eyebrow.

    He flickered his eyes on hers. “And tell you how I feel …”

    “Are you saying that —”

    “That I like you much more than friend should like a friend? Yeah.” Cedric scratched his neck. “You should probably just avoid me even more now that I’ve said it. Go on, I won’t be mad this time.”

     Y/N found herself grinning. “No way, not now when I know you like me back.”

    Cedric widened his eyes in surprise. “Back? You mean, you like me?”

    “Why do you think I started to avoid you in first place?” She began shyly. “I mean, I heard that you were seen snogging Cho Chang and I guess, I got jealous — which I know I didn’t have the right to be — so I thought if I just avoided my best friend, my feelings would fade away eventually.”

     "And you call me thick.“ said Cedric but a smirk was already forming on his lips at the confession.

     She frowned. "I’m not proud of it. I admit it was stupid.”

     They stood there facing each other, with Y/N trying to look anywhere except his eyes while Cedric remained looking at her face, amused by the whole situation they were in.

     "Well, since you’re not avoiding me anymore, would you like to go to the Yule ball with me?“ asked the Hufflepuff boy in hope.

     She finally flickered her attention on him, shrugging. "Sure.”

     "Can I kiss you?“


     Without thinking twice, Cedric pulled her closer and the both of them melted into each other’s lips, happy on how things came to be.




“It’s unpatriotic,” Mycroft mused one day.

“I doubt very much the Queen cares about my dating habits.”

“Oh, brother mine, you have no idea how much every little move you make impacts our country.”

“As much as I’d love to continue this conversation, Y/N’s plane just landed.”


“Goodbye, Mycroft.”

John looked over at his friend. “Your brother really doesn’t like you dating her, does he?”

“He doesn’t like anything I do.”

“You’re not just dating her because it makes him mad, are you?”

Sherlock scoffed. “As much as you think I don’t care about people’s emotions, I do understand that I can’t use everyone as a pawn.”

“So you admit you use some people like that?”

Sherlock said nothing, simply stepped toward the terminal. A trickle of people headed toward him, soon turning into a flood. John and Sherlock waited and waited until finally, you rounded the corner. You beamed up at Sherlock, dropping your shoulder bag on the floor before reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck.

John was surprised to see Sherlock wrap his arms around you, but was more surprised when you wrapped your arms around him after pulling away from Sherlock.

“I told you you didn’t have to come to the airport,” you said, turning to grab your shoulder bag and finding Sherlock had already picked it up, slinging it casually over his shoulder.

“Nonsense,” Sherlock said. “I wouldn’t want you taking a cab alone this late at night. London cabbies can be… dangerous. And they tend to take advantage of foreigners.”

You laughed, slipping your hand into Sherlock’s as you made your way to the baggage carousel. “Well, you may think London cabbies are bad, but you’ve never met a New York cabbie.”

“Starting this already?” Sherlock asked. “Mycroft’s not even here.”

“Sorry, what?” John asked.

“Sherlock likes for me to mess with his brother,” you said with a smile. “The more American pride I can flaunt, the better.”

‘Of course,’ John thought.

“Oh, that reminds me.” You unzipped the outer pocket of the bag on Sherlock’s shoulder, never missing a stride. You pulled out a small round pin, handing it to Sherlock. “I brought you a present.”

Sherlock smiled and pinned the gift to his jacket. John saw that it was an American flag, the stars and stripes standing out against the black fabric.

“I have one for you, too, John, if you’d like it.”

“Sure,” John said, gratefully accepting the pin. “Mycroft can be a right tool sometimes.”

“You’ve never been more right,” Sherlock said.


Over the next few days, you proved to really be able to bring the heat. The show of American pride and boasting was tremendous, irritating Mycroft to no end. He kept his calm, but Sherlock could see he was cracking.

“You do raise some good points,” Mycroft finally said one day, standing to leave Sherlock’s flat. “But I feel I must point out one thing to you, Y/N.”

“What’s that?”

“It was your country that elected Donald Trump. He’s your responsibility.”

Your lip twitched. “I didn’t vote for him.”

“And I’m not the Queen. But we both represent our country and its leader.”

You watched Mycroft leave the flat, a silence falling over you.

“Don’t listen to him, Y/N,” Sherlock said. “When he’s not stuffing his mouth with cake, he’s blathering like an idiot.”

You nodded, still staring at the door. “What does it take to become a citizen of the UK?”

Nothing Else But Great Sex (Shawn Mendes Smut)

(Y/N) P.O.V

“I don’t get him and why everyone else thinks he’s something special,” my best friends said to me as we sat in the cafeteria having lunch break. “Yeah, he’s cute and hot and talented, but besides that, he’s a normal high school kid” she continued. “Yeah, if you take the famousness away from him too” I added. “Yeah, exactly, he’s just like everyone else at this crappy high school,” she said as he walked towards us. “Hey girls,” he said as he took a seat next to me. “So, will I see you later gorgeous?” he asked in my direction. “Only in your dreams Mendes,” I said to him. “Then I will be looking forward to tonight,” he said and smirked at me. “Just go, Mendes. Your popularity is of no use here. Take you toothpaste smile and that cockiness somewhere else. Bye” (Y/BFF/N) said. “Ouch, that hurt pretty badly, right on the feelings,” Shawn said in a sarcastic tone. “Just go Mendes, no one wants you here,” I said. “Well, I will not be a place where I know I’m not appreciated,” he said and went somewhere else. “See, I don’t get him. He just thinks that he can come over here and just talk like that to us. Who does he think he is?” (Y/BFF/N) said. “Shawn Mendes I think so,” I said. “Well, his little act doesn’t fool me” (Y/BFF/N) said. “Me neither,” I said and for the rest of the lunch break, we just ate our food.

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Today is the day (Savitar x Reader)

This is part three of You can be a queen.

This is going to be in a different POV cause reasons!

Warnings: Death, ending might make you mad, yeah that’s it.


Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

It’s today. The day that Iris is going to die.

Barry was off getting what they needed to trap Savitar in the Speed Force. Iris and her dad were away on Earth Two with Harry, hoping Savitar wouldn’t know to look there. Barry didn’t know where they were, so Savitar didn’t. Hopefully.

After Cisco got disconnected with Barry while getting the thing they need, everyone was waiting around for Barry to show back up.

He ran in a little later in his Flash suit.

“We got what we need. Where’s Iris?” He asked. Before anyone could stop him HR answered the question.

“Safely stored away  on Earth Two with Harry Wells.”

Savitar turned to the group.


Iris was taken by Savitar.

HR felt responsible. So he made a plan.

Joe thought he was going to lose his daughter. So he made a plan.

(Y/N) was doing everything to help. So she worked harder than ever.

Barry was worried beyond belief. So he paced back and forth.

Everyone else was desperate to get the Speed Force Bazooka to work.

This was it. Everyone was at Infantino Street, awaiting Savitars arrival with Iris.

“Flash, this is it. Now the moment is upon us, my assentation to become a god,” Savitar spoke in his menacing voice.

“Not tonight,” Barry said eyeing Iris.

“Show me you’re the hero,” Savitar threw Iris to the ground, “Let’s see what happens.”

“I’m gonna stop you.” And Barry took off grabbing the Speed Force Bazooka.

He shot Savitar, but it didn’t seem to effect him at all. If anything it made him stronger.

“I spent a eternity in a trap just like that. You don’t think I know how to prevent it from happening again?”

“The Philosophers stone. Savitar stop!” (Y/N) yelled running up to be at Barry’s side.

“Guys! Joe!” Barry shouted.

“You stuck me in the speed force for an eternity of hell! Now well come to yours.”

“No. Don’t do this.”

“Please,” (Y/N) pleaded.

“Now finally I am free of you,” Savitar raised his hand to Iris’ back.

“Barry,” she cried.

“I’m begging you!” Barry yelled.

“You loose Barry,” Savitar almost laughed, stabbing through Iris’ back.

“NO!” Barry screams running at full speed to stop Iris from dying.

Savitar ran off leaving Barry to catch Iris’ body.

“No, no, no, no. Come on. Please,” Barry was pleading while holding the lifeless body of Iris West.

She gasped a little a moved her head up.

“I’m sorry Barry. I needed to make up for what I did,” the words coming out of Iris’ mouth didn’t make any sense.

“What? (Y/N)! Get over here, please try and help her!” Barry yelled behind him but (Y/N) wasn’t there.

“Can’t help her,” Iris coughed, “if she’s the one dying.”

“What are you talking about?”

Iris dug in her pocket and took out the device HR uses to change how he looks. She held it up to her face and Iris, turned into the face and body of (Y/N).

“I couldn’t live and let Iris die knowing that you think I betrayed you.”

“We don’t think that! We love you.”

“That’s nice to hear.”

Another whoosh of speed and lightning brought Saviar to (Y/N)s side.

“What did you do?” Savitar must have gotten the memory of (Y/N) dying.

“Guess I can die knowing that Barry will be happy with Iris. Sorry Savitar,” she coughed, “but this time, you are the loser.”

And that was the end.

The end of everything.

Everyone lost something the day that (Y/N) died.

But no one thought what she did was selfish. No one thought that she did it just because she felt guilty about Iris dying. Everyone knew that she would have done it for any one of them. And that’s what made the situation worse.

Savitar was no longer a threat.

All because of a selfless girl, and a device that lead to her doom.


Life went on, well as much as it could.

Until that fateful day. The day when the breech opened up again.

“Hi! I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N) a speedster from Earth 7. I need your help.”

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NO BUT for real. S/o to James Rhodey Rhodes for being a fucking brilliant friend. Because HOLY shit could you imagine how hard it must have been for him sometimes, dealing with tony’s genius? Like of course there is no doubt that Rhodey loved him and thought he was pretty damn amazing- but could you imagine being best friends with someone who was /that/ smart ? Having to slave away at a paper for nights and nights on end, and then see your friend get drunk and write it all out in one hour, whilst still managing to get everything right? How hard you would have to work every day, and then see them barely putting anything in at all and getting everything so easily?

Like being friends with a genius at school must have been so hard sometimes. And it’s so so easy to find yourself becoming bitter at that; but not James Rhodes. Not James Fucking Rhodes y'all. What a fucking hero. Get me a man like Rhodey

I’m Here Now Pt 2 (Tony X Daughter!Reader)

Characters: Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Mention of dead parent, grieving


Request: Can you do a part 2 of ‘I’m here now’? Maybe where the reader gets to meet the avengers? Loved the first part! ;)

Originally posted by iwantcupcakes

You had gained enough strength in the past few days to start walking around, and you wanted to venture around your new home, the tower. Tony was very protective and secretive of you still. Beside Banner, no one had seen you, and even then Bruce had no idea what you were like, he only saw you while you were unconscious. Tony had not breathed a word to the press about you, or that you existed. He knew that the public had an idea that something had happened when all the Avengers rushed out all those weeks ago, but they had no idea about you. Tony wanted you to have your privacy until you were ready, and even then he would make sure that they weren’t up your ass every second of the day.

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Cheryl Blossom: A little wicked -Smut-

Request: Cheryl Blossom x fem! Reader: beneath Cheryl’s tough exterior is a submissive girl she refuses to acknowledge until she meets the reader whose dominant nature causes them to clash in school. Until one day Cheryl succumbs to her submissive nature and confronts the reader. Dom reader x submissive Cheryl. Please and thank you.

Notes: I’m so sorry bby. I took so long to write this. I hope this makes up for my absence. I didn’t proofread so, sorry in advance.

Warning: SMUT BABY. Sub!Cheryl x Dom!Reader. Vanilla sex, no kinky shit this time. Das it, until further notice😉. Mommy kink. Oral sex, fingering, public sex etc.

Please listen to this for this imagine.

Cheryl’s POV

I heard there was a new girl in our school, and that she was a little wicked. Today was not going the way I planned. Usually when I walked into school, the girls and boys swooned over me. Now, it was like I never even existed. Storming down the hall, I could hear the whispers about this ‘New Cheryl’. I was definitely pissed. I had to see for myself how ‘great’ she was for myself. I recognized every face at this school except for one. I learned her name was Y/N, and boy did she have looks. Her Y/H/C locks simply cascaded down her back. It was driving me insane. She was not going to steal my shine. Not today, not ever. I strutted over to where she was standing. I see the core four beat me to her. As I approached her, I could hear Veronica saying, “speaking of the devil, here’s his mom.” My head snapped towards her. “Oh please, your mother could think of a better insult. Now please, I have a student that I would like to meet. And your lack of beauty is sickening.” I directed my attention towards the slightly taller girl. “I’m Cheryl.” I extended my hand, but it was simply ignored. “Listen her Cheryl, I know what type of girl you are and let me just say, if you come at me the wrong way god so help me I will not hesitate to end you.” I laughed at her attempt to scare me. “Oh honey, you just got here and you’re already starting shit. News flash, I basically run this school. If you thought you were going to come here and change that, then darling you thought terribly wrong.” “Stay out of my way, and I’ll stay out of yours. Understand?” I nodded and got on with my day. Today’s school day was filled with death glares from Y/N. If I must admit, she was fucking hot. The way she talked to me today, was hot. Usually, I would despise anyone who’d talk to me like that. But, Y/N was different. I was almost speechless, but I had a reputation to maintain. It was around 6:00 pm, and I had cheer practice. So that meant Y/N was going to be there. She’d been hanging out with Veronica and her crew. The two boys (whose names I don’t care to remember) always stayed and watched. This was not going to happen. She was not going stay in my gym. “I’m sorry. Who said you could be here?” “That’s none of your business. How about you turn your pretty little self around and do your thing.” Right now, we were standing chest to chest. I could feel her breath on my face, which I didn’t mind by the way. I huffed and marched to my spot in the middle of the gym. “Okay ladies. Get into position, and do as I say. You bitches better put your all into this. And don’t forget, make it hot.” I said as my eyes met Y/N’s Y/E/C ones. The music had started, and all the girls took their positions.

“A little wicked,” that’s what he calls me
Cause that’s what I am, that’s what I am

No one calls you honey when you’re sitting on a throne
No one calls you honey when you’re sitting on a throne 

Beware the patient woman, cause this much I know
No one calls you honey when you’re sitting on a throne
One of these days a-coming, I’m gonna take that boy’s crown
There’s a serpent in these still waters lying deep down
To the king, I will bow, at least for now
One of these days a-coming, I’m gonna take that boy’s crown

My eyes did not leave Y/N’s. Our glares went from pure hatred to intimate in a matter of seconds. When the song ended, we were all out of breath. I turned to the girls behind me and dismissed them to the locker room. When I looked at Y/N, her facial expression was pure ecstasy. Her eyes followed me out of the gym. But I didn’t know I was being followed. When I turned the corner, I was met those luscious curls. “Well, well, well, look we have here. If it isn’t the Redheaded Bombshell herself.” With each word, she took a step closer. My breath was hitched in my throat. “W-what do you want?” I stuttered out. “Are you scared, baby? Don’t be. Mommy’s just going to show you who’s the boss.” My legs were almost jelly. She took my hand and led me to an empty classroom. “You looked so hot doing your cheer routine. Hell, all of you were so fucking sexy. But you, my darling were driving me crazy.” She said as she picked me up and sat me on one of the desks. She stepped into the space between my legs. Her hand started to caress my cheek gently. “Here’s what we’re going to do, you’re going to listen to everything I say and you’re going to do it. Okay baby?” I was speechless, so I just nodded. She kissed me while her hand trailed down my stomach. They stopped at the hem of my shorts. She hooked her fingers around the thin fabric. My hands flew to her hair, pulling her closer only to deepen the kiss. She released a moan into my mouth, as I tugged on her hair slightly harder than intended. She broke the kiss, while pulling my shirt over my head. Leaving me exposed in my red lacy bra. “You don’t happen to have matching underwear, do you?” I smiled innocently as a groan escaped her lips. I hopped of the desk, to pull down the tight little shorts. Her eyes were nearly black. “I want you to take all of this off.” She said motioning towards my sexy undergarments. I did not hesitate to take it. While I was doing so, she sat down in the chair behind the teacher’s desk. She motioned for me to come here, so I did. She pulled me onto her lap, while sliding her hand in between my thighs. “What time is practice usually over with?” She asked. “About 7:30.” She looked at her watch and nodded. “We have about 30 minutes left. Seeing at how wet you are for me, I think I’ll be finished with you before then.” She said as her fingers traced figure eights on my clit. I shuddered at the sudden contact. My head fell back at the pleasure between my thighs. She started going faster. The faster she went, the harder it got for me to breathe. “You like that, hmm?” The moan she got should’ve been a good enough answer. All of sudden, she stopped. Oh the anger I felt. “Get on top of the desk, and spread your legs.” I did as I was told, and climbed on top of the desk, and spread. She got on her knees and took a look at the sex between my thighs. “Oh baby, it’s so pretty. All nice and wet for me.” She dove into my heat, moaning at the way I taste. I could feel her tongue playing with the already sensitive nub. I almost screamed at how god it felt. She then slid her fingers into me, pounding relentlessly. God, it felt so great. She flicked her tongue, while pumping her fingers in and out of me, as my eyes literally rolled to the back of my head. My legs began to quiver as my earth shattering orgasm began to ripple through me. “Oh fuck, Y/N. Oh my god.” I managed to stutter out. She let out a wicked laugh, as I became undone in front of her. She lapped up my juices and stood up. I pulled her closer to me, so I could kiss her. I could taste the warm liquids on her soft lips. “Would you look at that, Queen B just couldn’t help herself.” I stared at her with such a bored expression. “Oh shut up already, little miss cockiness.” I got dressed and pulled her out of the classroom. I froze when I heard Veronica’s voice. “What were you two doing?” I could see the smirk plastered on Y/N’s face, I wanted to smack it right off. “Uhm nothing.” I stuttered. “Mhm.” She squinted. She knew I was lying. But did I care? Absolutely not. “Y/N, I was wondering if you wanted to come to our game?” Veronica asked, Y/N agreed to come. Before it was time to depart, I grabbed her face and kissed her. “See you there, mommy.” I whispered into the kiss and walked away, leaving her stunned.

Jimin Scenario: Touch.

Request: Hey, Where She’s a ceramics student, love her work spend hours at the studio, jimin her bf want to experience what make her late coming home, he attempt to make a pot but didn’t work, so she show home how to make it right, but meanly it was all about the closeness & touches that made the experience the best. Maybe with kiss at the end or something. Pot of love.   Thx             

Genre: Fluff / Romance

Jimin rushed to greet you when he heard the sound of the door, you were just taking out your jacket and scarf when he threw himself at you and caught you between his arms.

–I thought you’d found another boyfriend to keep him company already – he said after kissing your lips, you giggled and wriggled a little between his arms but more playfully than anything, so Jimin started to place little kisses all over your face while you laughed and hugged him back.

–I would never Jimin… oh stop, not there – you laughed even louder when Jimin started to kiss your neck, he knew you were ticklish and sensitive there so he just took advantage of it. –Jimin! –

–Can’t protest – he said, biting a little on the edge of your jaw and stealing a deep kiss from your lips. –You promised you weren’t arriving late today again and what hour is it? –

He raised an eyebrow at you and you looked bashful, with a little smile on your lips. You brought your hands up to caress his hair and pecked his lips. –I know, I know, but I was working in that vase I told you, the exhibition for the end of the semester is soon Jiminie, I have to get it all perfect –

–And what about me? – Jimin attempted a pout but failed midway and cracked with his laugh. –You’re coming home so late Y/N, I worry you know? Should I start picking you up from now on? –

–It’s alright, you must be tired from work – Jimin hummed into your next kiss, holding you just a little tighter.

–You are tired too baby – he said after inspecting your face, you knew you had deeper dark circles these days, that you tried to cover with makeup but Jimin was observant and you couldn’t really conceal the tiredness from him.

–You know how I am Jimin, I just love it, what can I say? I’m guilty of that – you laughed softly, resting your head on his shoulder, it was comfortable to be hugging each other at the receiver, you’d only seen each other briefly at morning, shared breakfast and nothing else since then besides a few messages. –You should try it, maybe you’ll fall in love with it too–

–Or I could fall in love with you more – he said wiggling his eyebrows in a weird way that got you laughing and shoving him away playfully.

–You’re so cheesy – you said half heartedly because you loved Jimin, everything he said and did. He just laughed it off, coiling and arm around your waist and pulling you closer to walk with you towards the kitchen.

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Political Animals-Election Day (Part 15)

A/N: Warning for gun violence in this chapter FYI. Well we’ve come to the end of the road with this story.  Thanks to everyone for your comments and your enthusiasm.  There will be an epilogue after this, and then it’s on to the next story.  Thanks for reading!  Jen

This is an A/B/O AU.  You are the Omega artist daughter of Naomi Novak, a world-class heart surgeon who is running for Mayor of New York City.  After a meeting where your mother’s advisers call you a “liability”, she tells you that if you don’t do as your told she will cut you off.  You storm out and wind up in a bar a few blocks away.

The hottest Alpha you have EVER laid eyes on with a scent so mouthwatering you’re practically drooling offers to buy you a drink.  It’s just a drink, right? What do you have to lose? Only everything.

Characters: Omega! Reader, Beta! Naomi Novak, Alpha! Castiel Novak, Omega! Meg Novak, Claire Novak, Jimmy Novak, Alpha! Sam Winchester, Alpha! Dean Winchester, Alpha! John Winchester, Omega! Jo Harvelle

Big thanks to @moansmisha  for letting me use some of her ideas from this post.

Master List

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

Parts in bold are text messages

It’s finally here.  The day that has been the focus of the Winchester and Novak families for the past two years.  Election day.  Today is the that will decide it all. By the end of the night, we would know if all the back-stabbing, mud-slinging, and name-calling by my mother had been effective enough to win her the election.

John had flat out refused to stoop to her level.  If he was going to be the mayor, he was going to do it the same way he did everything else, with honesty and integrity.  I admired him for that.

This election had truly brought out the worst in my mother.  She used every opportunity to bad mouth us in the press. The latest story she had concocted was that Sam had gotten me pregnant to trap me into marrying him. Seriously??

Sam was much better than me at ignoring my mother’s bullshit and laughing it off. I was hormonal and cranky and I usually just wanted to wring her neck on a regular basis.  Cas was at a total loss.  He told me on the phone the other day he had no idea who my mom was anymore.

“My best guess is she’s been replaced by an alien…..or a robot…”  he joked.

“Or she’s just lost her damned mind,” I complained irritably. 

“May the best man win,” Cas said seriously, and we both laughed.

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The Alphabet of Love // Rafael Casal

Here I am, this was not the first thing in writing queue but it just begged to be written.

I blame Ren ( @alexanderhamllton ) for turning me into Rafa trash and thank Charley ( @always-blame-jefferson ) for listening to my ideas.

My other stuff is here!

Requests are always  open!

Word Count:3743, I’m not even sorry.


The Alphabet of Love

A is for Airport.

That’s where you first met.

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