You’ll meet her one day and painfully ache for her from that day until your last day. When your eyes mold into hers, all time will cease to exist - the dying seconds frozen to all her glory. Love her with all your might and never take her for granted. She’s been used before and knows all too well how it feels. If you’re here to show her how, I suggest you stop right here. So don’t.
She claims to be heartless; immune to the emotions that will intimately pierce her heart. She’s lying. Her heart holds passion that could encompass the universe by tenfold. So when she loves, she loves hard - unknowing of any other way to do so. That love, her love, doesn’t come around often. She’ll push you away in realization that a flame has been ignited in her winter storm. Prevail, and see her inner rose bloom.
When she’s angry, don’t leave her alone. She will never ask you to stay, she’s tired of begging people to love her. Tuck her hair behind her ear, see the gorgeous chaos in her eyes and stay. Don’t act tough, you’re not when it comes to her. Your strength shouldn’t come from your exterior, but in how you love the woman in front of you.
She’s a writer, so don’t be surprised when she has more to say than most. She’ll draw you in her world - her poetry, her art - and entice you with each syllable, each stroke. Among the stars will you be immortalized, so each constellation will know of your love. That damned pen is a sword you cannot hope to defend yourself from. Her words will touch the depths of your being and scar your body in the midst of her wake.
Explore with her. She grew up in a small town so she loves stumbling upon places that wistfully, take her to another world. Aimlessly walk the streets at night, hand in hand, with no destination or hibitions. Discover small coffee shops and record stores. Watch her eyes fill with joy as her fingers run through dusty old vinyls. You’ll see a different side of her; the walls she spent years building will come down. Look, bask, but not for a moment longer. When she realizes she’s let go, those walls will come back, higher than before.
Never go a day without telling her you love her. I don’t care how angry you are, grit it through your teeth if you have to.
To this day, she’s the strongest and most hard-headed person I’ve ever met. Remember she’s a woman of her own. Don’t try to assert your dominance over because I promise you, it will be the worst decision of your life.
Comfort her when yet again, a fictional character dies. You may think it’s stupid, but it’s not just a book to her. To her, she lived the lives of those people, loved the people they loved. She immerses herself into the grand world of literature and this broadens her mind.
Read The Alchemist - trust me.
Start listening to The 1975. If you don’t try, you’re done for. She’ll claim that she can’t pick a favourite song of theirs. A total lie - it’s Robbers.
Music comes first. Always.
When she has an anxiety attack, hum Robbers under your breath and tell her to breathe. Kiss her forehead and rub the small of her back. Stand through the storm, the calm waves of her even breathing will soothe your soul. She is here; here with you - alive. She has and will continue to defeat her demons time and time again.
She is smarter than you, even when you think you’re outsmarting her or reading her. Trust me, you’re feeling that way because she wants you to.
Treat her like royalty or somebody else will. That girl deserves the universe at her fingertips.
You’ll never be the same again, because this girl isn’t like the rest.
And most of all, don’t ever lose her - not like I did.
sincerely, a name you’ll never hear past her lips
Burrito Blanket Batmom - Bruce Wayne/Batfamily x Reader
I kinda love the idea of a “burrito blanket” batmom haha, and since I thought the request from anonymous I received was quite similar, I mixed them up together. Hope you’ll like it, particularly you @dannysanime, as usual, feedbacks are very welcome :) :
It’s early in the morning when your youngest son finds you in the living room, wrapped in a blanket on the couch, eyes wide open and not really looking at anything in particular. You don’t even react as he approaches you.
-Mother ? Hey ? Mom are you alright ?
Finally, you turn your head to look at him, blanket all the way up to your chin and wrapped around your head (and all around your body really, your face the only thing peering out of this burrito you made of yourself), you say in a croaked voice :
Damian is immediately worried. It isn’t often, if not never, that you complain. That you let things get you down. You’re the cheery one of the family. You and Dick often are the ones that see the positive things in everything, so, seeing you there, laying on the couch without even the TV on, and looking as if you were completely done with life…Well, it worries your kid.
You realize that he’s concerned about your well being when he kneels in front of you, and put his palm on your forehead. Oh, sweet boy. If only everyone could see him as you saw him, if only he’d be as nice with everyone as he is with you…No one would ever call him “brat” anymore.
-I’m not sick honey, I’m just…I’m just….erf…
-…You’re just “erf” ?
You shrug your shoulder. Or at least, Damian thinks you shrug your shoulder, he isn’t really sure, seeing as you’re wrapped tightly in that damn comforter.
He’s not sure what’s wrong with you, but he still wants to help.
-Hum…Is there anything I can do for you ? Do you want coffee ? Something to eat ? Or do you want me to go put a movie on or something ? Anything, really ?
You smile weakly at him, and it makes him frown. Your smiles are never weak ! They’re always so bright, warm, beautiful ! They always make him feel better, not matter what. Awkwardly, he brushes a few fingers against your cheek, and your smile widens a little. Here. Better.
-You’re already doing a lot my boy.
“My boy”. He loved when you called him that. It made him feel…It just made him feel loved. And like a part of the family. Your son. But of course he was your son, you never saw him in any other way, even at the difficult beginnings…
He kept on brushing your cheek lightly, putting some strand of hair out of your face. You managed to take an arm out of your blanket, and caressed his hair lovingly, he laid his head next to yours, kneeling on the floor in front of you, and you just shared a sweet mom/son moment…So much that you both fell into a deep and comfortable slumber.
Hey guys! I know I said I’d be writing more but I haven’t posted anything! I was out of the country for a little bit and then went on a family vaction, but I am back! I know this isn’t a full blown one shot, but it’s better than nothing (And I had so many ideas sooo!)
I hope this is what you had in mind and that you like it! If not please let me know and I can try again!(:
Most people would think Tony liked to dance like he’s at the club. Your back pressed close to his front as you swayed mindlessly to the beat. However, Tony’s favorite way to dance with you was ballroom style. His parents had forced him through cotillion when he was younger and the art of ballroom dancing had not been wasted on him. Tony loved the way he got to twirl you around the dance floor, making you feel like a princess. He enjoyed the way everyone would stare at you as if you were the most beautiful person in the room (because you were, especially in that stunning dress Nat picked out for you). But most of all Tony loved the way he got to look into your eyes as he made you laugh and drew you closer.
Steve was not much of a dancer. Sure he had gone to clubs, and (never, ever tell Tony this but) even took a few lessons throughout the city, but Steve just couldn’t dance. On undercover missions he was actually forbidden from dancing in order to prevent another Johannesburg incident. But in the quiet of you guys’ apartment, whether on a lazy Sunday afternoon or the middle of a Tuesday night, Steve would hold you close as y’all swayed aimlessly. Sometimes you would have the radio playing modern music (from Ed Sheeran to Beyonce), sometimes Steve would be listening to his old records, and sometimes there would be no music at all. Steve would hold you as close as he could and slowly sway around the living room, your head on his chest listening to his steady heartbeat, while he placed soft kisses to the top of your head.
Bucky loved dancing like he had back in the 40′s. At first his memory was a little hazy but after watching a few videos and trying it out a few times Bucky realized his muscles remembered exactly what to do even if his brain didn’t. Bucky loved the feeling of getting to go somewhere and feel like he fit in. To be perfectly in sync with those around him as he melted into the music with the perfect partner. He loved the chance to impress you with his moves as he spun you around before pulling you in close again, giving you little winks or short kisses on the forehead or nose, before spinning you out again. Bucky also couldn’t deny that he enjoyed the fact that for once when people were staring at him wide eyed and open mouthed they were staring in awe of his skills and in jealousy of the beautiful dame he had with him.
Bruce was hands down the most awkward dancer you had ever seen in your entire life. Every time you guys tried dancing it ended up with your toes being stepped on (and once you even got a bloody nose when Bruce accidentally got off beat during a line dance and his hand hit you square in the face). But for some strange reason Bruce was really good at square dancing. Clint had dragged you guys to square dancing in Bryant Park one day and while Bruce had been reluctant at first he was surprisingly very good. It probably helped that he was getting constant instructions on what to do while also getting to follow what everyone around him as doing. Whatever it was, Bruce was soon taking you to as many square dances as he could find, loving the fact that he was able to take you dancing and NOT have to patch you up afterwards.
You name a dance and Clint could do it. He could two-step, waltz, foxtrot, every dance Clint had been trained to do it perfectly, able to blend into any crowd so he could go undercover. But even though he was an expert at every dance and was able to blend into any room of dancers, Clint stood out when he swept you into a tantalizing tango. He would lock his eyes with yours and lead you around the room, other couples jumping out of the way as Clint would twirl you out and bring you back in before sweeping you back so far your hair tickled the ground. If Clint was honest he had never really cared for the tango before he met you, but the old saying “it takes two to tango” had become his favorite line since finding the perfect person he wanted to tango with.
Pietro loved club dancing. He loved the fast beats and the vibrations of the floor as he held you close and moved to the rhythm of the music. Pietro also enjoyed getting to hold you close and show you off. His hands would grip your hips as he pressed you close to himself as everyone around you guys shot jealous looks your way. On top of the fast music Pietro loved that he got to hold you body close, allowing him to steal kisses whenever he wanted, not having to wait to press his lips to your forehead, nose, neck, etc. While most people would say that this type of dancing was too impersonal (what with the sweaty strangers around and the music so loud you can’t hear yourself think), but that was one of Pietro’s favorite things, that he didn’t have to think about the lyrics to the music or running into the people around him, he could just get lost in you - your body and eyes and the way you made him feel like he was the luckiest man alive.
Thor loved the traditional ballroom dancing of Asgard. The elegant dresses that his mother would get made for you, made him beam with pride as all of Asgard stared at you with wonder. He loved getting to teach you the elegant dances of his people- happy to be teaching you something for once instead of the other way around. The rich music was just soft enough to let him hear you counting under your breath as you tried to concentrate, only for it to be broken when Thor told you how happy he was that you were here with him. Thor loved getting to show you his world- knowing that one day you would make a wonderful queen.
Loki was a very graceful dancer. His slender body was made for grace so when you first met him you would assume he enjoyed the more traditional types of dancing like his brother. However, Loki really loved line dancing. The Cha Cha Slide, the Cupid Shuffle, etc. For someone who usually hated “stupid Midgardian” things Loki always got a kick out of the synchronized dances. You remember the night he made you stay up so you teach him all of them (the furniture in you guys’ apartment being pushed against the walls to give you more room). Loki’s eyes would light up as he scurried to the dance floor to clap his hands and wiggle his shoulders around. After finally asking him one day why he loved it so much Loki admitted that he enjoyed blending in for once and just being in sync with those around him.
Sam liked simple dancing. The slow swaying and shuffles seen at weddings and during slow songs at Tony’s parties. The slow movements allowed him to relax into you, not having to worry about stepping on your toes or running into other couples. And the fact that there was no real rhyme or reason to the motions meant he could focus all of his energy on talking with you. Whether y’all were joking about the people around you (leading to Sam’s favorite feeling of you laughing as you tucked your face into his chest), or you were staring into each other’s eyes as you talked about your own wedding some day. Sam just loved that he got to be with you, physically as well as emotionally and mentally as you shared those moments he would carry with him for the rest of his life.
Scott loved to do random dance parties with you- managing to make the most embarrassing dance moves ten times worse. It didn’t matter whether you were at a party with music or shopping in the middle of a crowded target, Scott would take your hand and start “dancing” like a maniac. He would do things like the sprinkler, the lawn mower, the shopping cart, anything you see awkward nerdy people doing in the corner by themselves at parties Scott had perfected as an art. You should be embarrassed but instead you would just jump right in making everyone around you either burst out laughing or look away out of second hand embarrassment. Cassie would pretend to hate it when you guys were in public but as soon as you got home she would join right in.
T’Challa enjoyed doing the native Wakandan warrior’s dance. It was a complicated dance that looked more like a planned fight with the swift movements that brought your bodies so close, but never quite completely together- it was stunning. It had taken him months to teach you the entire thing but the finished product was worth it. It was a dance that only the Black Panther knew and T’Challa had been taught by his parents when he was growing up so you were very honored to have been taught the dance. While it wasn’t really something you could just show off at a club or one of Tony’s parties, it was something you guys did when hosting parties in Wakanda for fellow government officials. And even though countless people had asked you how to dance the beautiful ritual you knew it was a secret you would share with T’Challa until you had your own children to pass it down to.
I hope you guys liked them! I tried to make them a little longer to make up for my constant absence!
Also requests are CLOSED… BUT I have gotten a few requests for the soulmate stores so f you guys had any ideas revolving around those (for Clint, Pietro, Loki, Tony, Bruce, Scott, or T’Challa) please send them my way! I would love to hear you guys’ ideas!! Ok love y’all!(:
It’s been a month since the two of you had broken up… and already he was holding another girl in his arms. His fingers trailed through her beautiful red hair as he whispered words I’d never hear again into her ears. She giggled, and you remembered all the times he made you laugh, but he wasn’t there to do that any more.
He looks so happy, it was almost as if he had never met you… as if the two of you were never intimate, close like lovers are. He’d look happier than he ever was with you.
You wiped away your tears as you took in the sight of them together, you hugged your cardigan close around your shoulders and you turned the other other way, hoping to god they wouldn’t notice you, but he did anyway.
“Y/N!” He called your name and his voice reverberated throughout the crowds of people. “Wait.”
You stopped in your tracks, allowing his hand to grasp your arm roughly, he was always rough, even when he didn’t mean to be… you fell in love with all his rough edges, his broken soul and his tainted mind. You were sure you could fix him.
It took you awhile to realize that he didn’t need to be fixed, he was already perfect in all his imperfections, but by that time it was too late.
“Hi Dal.” You faked a smile, you forced yourself to smile cheek to cheek and it burned your soul. You wanted to beg him to take you back.
“Hey, I haven’t seen you around lately.”
“I know, I thought it’d be better if I stayed away…” You trailed off awkwardly as you stared down at your feet. The truth is, you were avoiding him like the plague, you were avoiding this, you knew the truth was bound to come out.
“For who, you or me?” You could hear the malice in his voice, you could feel the teetering of rage radiating from his body. “You’re the one that broke up with me,”
“Dal please, your date is over there-”
“To hell with her” His hands clasped around yours. “I know I’ve hurt you, okay? I have hurt you like nobody else has hurt you, and I’m sorry for that… but nobody has loved you the way I have, and nobody ever will. Please, take me back.”
“You’re so happy with her Dal, you should be with her. We always fought, we weren’t right for one another, everyone said so.”
“Fuck everybody Y/N! Fuck everyone, what about what you want? What about what I want? Did you ever think that the reason we fought so much is because of how much we loved each other?”
“Dal-” You whispered with trembling lips, tears were slipping from your eyes and streaming down your face in tiny rivulets.
“I love you damn it, I always have. You and I, we’re something special… we can’t just lose all of that. I know it’s going to be hard, we’re going to have to try this every day to get it right, but I want that! I want to spend the rest of my life fighting with you, I want to spend the rest of my life loving you! Please tell me you will try.”
“What about her-” You were about to start a tirade, but he cut you off once again.
Summary: Y/N was sent to live with The Stark family at a young age, and ever since then, she seemed to fit perfectly, maybe even more than she had ever noticed.
Warnings: I just watched the episode so fluff to the max
Word Count: 2,433
A/N: I am so pleased to see how many of you like the first part to this, and I sincerely hope that the second part is even better! Special shoutout to @secretschuylersister for looking over this/encouraging me to actually post it. If you have any requests, please feel free to send them to my ask box!
It was nice of Sansa to say that she was almost done poking and prodding and adjusting your dress, even if you all knew that it was a lie. Sansa had and affinity for dressing you up, claiming that if she tried it with Arya, she would lose a finger. You couldn’t say that the idea was entirely off base.
The dress was lovely. It looked a bit delicate in comparison to the usual style that ladies favored in Winterfell. It was somehow different and you’re the same as the dresses that you favored on an everyday basis. Although you had lived in Winterfell for most of your life, your mother and father had lived much farther south.
So, you tended to favor lighter dresses, made of silk and lace in a wide array of colors. Jon liked to tease you that you were the brightest thing to ever live in Winterfell. What you didn’t know is how much Robb silently agreed with him. The dress was white, with layers of gray peeking through towards the bottom. It was lovely, although you had no idea how Sansa had managed such a lovely effect in the short amount of time since she had asked you about making a dress.
“I may have been working on it for a little while before I asked if it was okay,” she said, picking it up off of the bed and motioning for you to change into it. “But I knew that you were going to say yes anyways.”
You laughed, she was right. You had a hard time telling people no, especially when they were doing something so nice for you. After all, the Starks were your family. And if they were willing to put the time in to help you, then there was no way that you were going to refuse. It did make your schedule feel a bit cramped at times, in between dagger lessons with Arya and the boys, knitting with Sansa and tea with Lady Stark, who was forever insisting that you call her Catelyn, there were never enough hours in the day, something you often fought about with Robb.
“Well then, put it on!” Sansa laughed, tossing you the dress and pulling out her needle and thread, claiming that there were a few alterations that needed to be made. Sansa worked in silence, adding a few stitches here and there. And somehow, when she was done, the dress looked even more spectacular. She had managed to somehow make it fit you like a glove at the top, yet have the perfect amount of sway and flow in the skirts.
“Thank you, Sansa,” you said, admiring the skirts in her mirror. If you hadn’t been so caught up in how nice it was for Sansa to make you this lovely dress, you might have noticed the smug look on her face as she admired you admiring her dress. And you might have noticed that you were wearing in the Stark family’s colors. “But I really think that I should go see if your mother needs help preparing-”
“I was downstairs with her all morning. While you were fretting over nothing, I was making sure that you didn’t have an excuse to run away.” She laughed, guiding you over to the chair that was set up in front of her mirror. “Now, you have to stay and let me do something with this.” She sighed, motioning to the braid that you wore every day. Sansa took your braid in her hands, making quick work of fanning it out across your shoulders, running a brush gently through the ends or your hair.
“I cannot understand why you never take the time to style your hair unless I force you to. You know that anyone would do anything for you.” Sansa rain her hands through your hair, twisting it one way and then another, attempting to choose a style for that evening.
“I would rather spend my time with other engagements. And I’m sure that every single person in this castle has at least five things that they need to be doing at any given time. And shockingly, none of them include helping me with my hair.” You laughed, raising an eyebrow at her in the mirror.
“And does one of those things include pretending that you aren’t in love with my brother? Or is that simply a given, considering it is something that you do every waking minute of every day?”
You felt yourself tense, your shoulders locking back into place and your teeth grinding against each other. Sansa, on the other hand, continued brushing your hair into place, humming a soft tune to herself. You wished that you had an appropriate comeback, but you were left to sit there, mouth agape, while Sansa fussed with your hair for longer than should have been possible.
You’d hoped that you would have a bit of time to yourself before the feast that evening, but Sansa had insisted that a bit of rouge had never hurt anyone. By the time that she decided you were ready, the both of you were late.
“A queen never arrives at her own party on time.” Sansa laughed as you hurried down the hall. You hated to be late, and it seemed that the only time you were more than a few seconds late to anything was when Sansa insisted on helping you get ready.
“Then it’s really too bad that I am not a queen.” you reminded her, withholding a glare.
She snorted at you in a very un Sansa-like way, simply brushing past you and breezing easily into the banquet. You, on the other hand, were not nearly as confident. You took a moment to steady yourself, a moment to catch your breath, before stepping into the banquet hall.
The noise and liveliness of the hall erupted around you, pulling you in. You glanced around, taking in the musicians and the dancers that took up most of the space in the large banquet hall. And as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you were elated to see Robb standing with Jon and Theon near the edge of the dance floor.
You gathered up your expansive skirts, making your way along the edge of the room to the boys.
“Well don’t you just look dashing in the Stark colors?” Jon teased you, gesturing for you to do a twirl.
You landed a punch on his arm, not hard enough to actually hurt him, but firm enough to tell him to shut his big mouth, paired with an expression that told him you were going to pretend to be cross with him for a while. “If you must know, your lovely sister made me this gown, and as usual I had no say about the colors. But, I’m sure that it is just coincidence.” You attempted to sound sincere, even though you knew what Sansa was most likely thinking when she was picking out the material.
You pretended to listen to the boys ramble on about one thing or another, but your eyes were scanning the room in search of Arya. You knew that she was not particularly fond of feasts, so you always made a point to seek her out and reassure her, even if it was only for a few minutes. After few moments of searching, you spotted her, slumped into a chair, looking like she would much rather be anywhere else but here.
You felt Robb’s hand rest on the small of your back, attempting to draw your attention away from the very important matter at hand. “Y/N, do you want to-”
“Maybe in a minute, Robb,” you said, already making your way over to Arya, not even bothering to look back towards the sound of Jon’s booming laughter.
“Arya!” you laughed, taking her hands in your own and pulling her out of the chair. “Won’t you come and dance with me?”
“You know that I have been skipping my lessons,” she mumbled, refusing to meet your eyes. Somehow, she was in a worse mood than usual.
“I never said that we were going to make our way through the most boring waltz in existence.” You were already halfway to the band, who looked almost as morose as Arya, which wasn’t surprising when you thought about the music that they were being forced to play. “If this is to be the mood for the entire evening, we are all going to die of boredom.”
You let go of Arya’s hands for a few moments to whisper your instructions to the band. They all seemed to perk up immediately, sitting up in their chairs, the light coming back into their eyes. The tune changed from the sullen one that you had grown accustomed to hearing, to one that was jubilant and full of life. Reclaiming Arya’s hands in your own, your spun her around, prancing around in ridiculous circles until a smile finally graced her lips, and then a small laugh bubbled through, and you knew that your work was done.
You gave her one last smile, twirling her in another circle before stumbling off of the dance floor. All of the spinning had made you a bit dizzy, and with all of the skirts that Sansa had swaddled you up in, you weren’t surprised that you had nearly tripped a few times before you had even made it away from the dancers.
Robb’s hand found the small of your back, guiding you away from the mass of bodies that had swarmed the dance floor. You would have been surprised, especially because you hadn’t thought that Robb was anywhere near you, but he had a habit of turning up when you needed someone.
“What was it that you wanted earlier?” You asked breathlessly, collapsing into the chair that he had guided you to.
“Do you remember when my mother was so angry at us for sneaking into these feasts that she made us attend all of those dreadful dancing lessons?” Robb asked, smiling at Arya dancing with Rickon among the masses.
“Of course I do,” you laughed, recalling the many afternoons you had spent with your slightly nasty dance master. “Your mother was so sure that we would never turn up to another ball again if we had to take those lessons, but you were at every single lesson.”
“Naturally, you were so excited, and there was no way that I was going to miss it when you tripped over your own two feet.”
“If I recall correctly, you were always responsible for catching me after I messed up a new step.” You lazily punched him in the shoulder, but the laughter died in your throat as Robb caught your fist and linked his hand with yours.
“And I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”
It wasn’t the act of holding his hand in yours that caused your breathing to falter. You had been holding pinkies since you had met, so after that, what was a hand? It was the way that his eyes were staring into yours, unwavering. For the first time in a long time, you felt yourself blushing because of Robb Stark.
It wasn’t something that happened often, the two of you had grown up together, after all. Your mother had been best friends with Cat, and when they passed away, it was no question that you were going to stay with Ned and his family.
You had been quiet when you arrived at Winterfell for the first time. It had only been a day or two since your mother and father had moved on, taken from you suddenly by a terrible affliction. You were assured that your friends would all be waiting for you, but that wasn’t good enough. You wanted your parents.
And even though you constantly reminded Robb of that, he was there for you at every turn. Bringing you a flower he found near a spring, hoping to make you smile, or telling you a poorly thought out joke, just waiting for just a glimpse of the dimples he used to know so well. And as much as you wanted to give him a glimpse of your former self, you needed time. Somehow, even at such a young age, both of you understood. And you had remained solemn, until one afternoon, he heard a giggle echoing from her chambers.
Robb threw open the door to find you sifting through a drawer full of dried flowers, picking them up one by one and examining them. He marched into the room, demanding to know why you had been so sad before. You never had been able to give him an answer, simply handing him one of the flowers and telling him that you were sorry. You never had offered him an explanation for those first few weeks.
“Y/N?” Robb’s voice and both of his hands cupping yours somehow managing to effectively draw you back to reality. “Are you okay?” his voice was soft, almost as if he was afraid to scare you away. He should know better than that by now.
“I was thinking about when I first came to live with you, well everyone. And you worried yourself over making me feel welcome, and you were so confused when you found me with that drawer full of flowers.” You sounded dreamy, still thinking about the days when things felt easier.
“You never did tell me why you kept all of those flowers. Especially when they never made you smile in the first place.” He smiled down at your hands, where his thumb was stroking the back of your hand.
“Because I knew that they were going to make me happy eventually,” You met his eyes, hoping that he understood what you were trying to tell him. “And I was right, wasn’t I?” Robb looked like he was going to answer, but you were finished wasting time moping about when there was a party going on. “Let’s dance, Stark.”
And without another word, the two of you were out of your chairs and headed for the dance floor. The musicians had kept their promise, and the music was lively. You were pleased to see that Arya had dragged Sansa into a group of dancers, and it brought a smile to your face to see that everyone was happy, for the time being. It was rare to stumble upon a moment where someone wasn’t squabbling, and when you managed to find one, you most certainly weren’t going to take it for granted.
Summary: (Modern Au) After a bad breakup, your roommate insists that you need to a one night stand to end your dry spell. Following her advice, you have a bad one night stand with Bucky Barnes, but what happened when you are forced to spend time with him?
Paring: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: This is vaguely inspired by a movie of the same name. Fluffy loads of fluffy.
You wake up with the sound of people talking, their voices aren’t familiar and you can’t recognize what they are saying but they seem happy. They sure are laughing a lot. You move around still in bed, feeling a strong pair of arms around your waist holding you in place.
When you open your eyes, you see Bucky sleeping beside you with a content smile on his lips. There is no doubt that the last 24 four hours were chaotic, for a moment you felt like you were feeling insane but now it all feels natural.
You gently trace your fingers on Bucky’s jawline, if the last 24 hours were emotional to you, you can’t imagine how it was to him. “Should we wake them up?” You hear a woman asking from outside the room, you hope that the person who she is talking to says no. You are not ready to face anybody, especially after your behavior yesterday. Why did you have to be so awkward?
A/N: Here is Part 4. Sorry it’s taken me so long. Had to step away from the writing game, due to work and such. I hope you guys enjoy the direction this series is taking. Please let me know what you think! ♥
Other Characters: Steve, Tony
Word Count: 1,302
Warnings: - talk of violence, torture.
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*gifs are not mine.
“Do you trust him?” you whispered to Bucky as you walked down the hall, his metal hand gripped protectively around your own. Since you first spoke to one another, he’d never stopped touching you in any way he could; whether his hand grazed the small of your back to lead you down the never ending hallways, or his fingers were brushing hair from the back of your neck. Each time he touched you, you felt electric bursts flutter across your skin, restarting your heart.
A/N: This piece was
requested. I kind of went another way with your request but
I hope you like it anyway. Inspired by Beyoncé’s song with the same name.
Word Count: 1,653
You were only lying to yourself;
all the years of being beside Björn Ironside had been a
deception. In the early years you would train with him nonstop, from dawn to
well past dusk, and those times would now be known as the best moments of your
life. Now the memories tasted rancid as you thought back to the sweet lies that
were spoken to you in confidence, the sweet nothings whispered in private as
everyone was already home. He had carved himself a perpetual place deep inside
your heart and you hated yourself for it. You hated yourself for letting your
guard down for the handsome prince, the handsome prince who without a weapon to
your body had managed to kill you from the inside out.
It was a dream. Not one of those happy dreams little three year olds should be having, it was a nightmare. One where you were running so quickly your breathing picked up. Causing your chest to rise and fall heavily.
Just as the monster was closing in on you, you let out a screeching noise in fear inside of your dream. Yet somehow the noise manage to come from your sleeping body, sending your panicked dad rushing to your bedroom.
“Y/n?” Dean ran into the room, flipping on the light with a small pistol in his hand. The moment he saw you were passed out and had a look of fear on your face, he set the gun down.
He merely took a few seconds to regroup from thinking the worst. Rubbing his calloused hands over his face in relief before making his way over to you.
“Sweetheart, hey open your eyes baby.” His hands rubbed over your face gently, waking you up as easily as he could.
Two tear filled eyes shot open while your arms grabbed tightly onto Dean’s neck.
“The munsters was gon’ get me, Daddy.” You cried out in a muffled tone. Talking with your mouth against his shoulder.
“It was just a dream, there’s no monster.” Dean rubbed your back with one hand and held the back of your head with the other.
“No! Munsters are real, Daddy! You an uncle says so!” Pushing away from Dean’s touch, you looked him right in the eye. “The big bad wolf was gon’ get my toes.”
“You remember what Uncle Sammy and Daddy do right?” He asked, wiping the tears from your crystal green eyes.
“Beat up munsters with Cassy.” You half sniffled, moving little strands of your brown hair out of the way.
“Daddy wouldn’t ever let any monsters get his little Princess.”
“Never ever never?” You asked, tilting your head to the side for reassurance with small puppy dog eyes looking up into his.
“Not ever. And Daddy’s got weapons to beat the bad guys and monsters up with.” Dean raised an eyebrow and nodded slightly.
“Like what?” You asked curiously. Your voice only barley hoarse from crying.
“Like these right here.” Balling up his fists he moved it forward a bit, making you giggle. “Now give me knuckles.” Just as he did, you balled your fist up as well. Pushing it to his.
As soon as you did, two hands scooped around to your sides. Tickling your ribs.
“If you see any monsters, what are you gonna tell em’?” Dean stood from your bed, covering you back up with your blankets.
“Daddy’s gon’ kick your butt!” You giggled with the most innocent of smiles.
“That’s my girl.” Bending down he placed a kiss on your forehead. “I’ll go take care of the big bad wolf for hurting my little girl. You get some sleep.” You nodded with a determined look on your face.
Turning off your light, Dean made his way to the kitchen to make some coffee. Sure it was only 1am, and he only got a few hours of sleep. But he promised he would make sure the monsters wouldn’t get you. And he meant it.
COME THROUGH — send me your location. let’s focus on communicating ‘cause i just need the time and place to come through. send me your location. let’s ride the vibrations ‘cause i don’t need nothing else but you! ( location, khalid )
REQUEST —the reader, jughead’s younger sister, and archie like each other but have never acted on it. after the death of jason, both boys grow very protective of her.
WORD COUNT — 2.4k
CAUTION —graphic description of death; alcohol consumption.
NOTES — i just wanna take the chance to explain that any time i make a reader the sibling of a character it will rarely be by blood. it’s very easy to forget that not every fan’s white, and the last thing i want is for poc to feel excluded, so sometimes the reader could be a half-sibling or adopted or whatever i come up with so as to not isolate anyone. also, i don’t know if riverdale!jughead has a baby sister like comics!jughead does, but i included jellybean anyway because for real, how cute would it be if all the siblings had nicknames? juggie, jelly, and the reader as juicy? that’s so cute! lastly, i wrote this before the new episode, so jughead’s home life is tv show!canon-divergent but comic!canon. ( requests: open + i am in desperate need of some f/f )
OK, so this is a request I got from @stolenlucifer who asked “Could you do Dean x reader where the reader and Dean are newly married? And jump a head a few years to them getting pregnant, and jump ahead again to the baby being born and throughout their childhood?” I hope this is what you had in mind sweetie! I absolutely loved writing this!
Word count: 1,953 (whoops…lol)
Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Castiel, Donna Hanscum, Jamie (OMC)
Warnings: implied smut, swearing, Dean being amazing as freaking always, mentions of childbirth and hunting
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“WAIT!!” Jumping at the sudden yell, you turn to look down the hallway. A second passes, and then Dean turns the corner, looking like some sort of damn model in his suit. The jacket had been discarded long ago, his tie hung loose around his neck with the first couple of shirt buttons undone, giving you a glimpse of freckled skin. “Enjoying the view?” Dean smirks as he comes to a stop in front of you. “It’s not that bad I guess. Now, why am I not collapsing into a bed right now?” “Because” and you squeal as Dean suddenly picks you up in his arms “It’s tradition for a man to carry his new bride over the threshold.” “Well, far be it for me to stand in the way of tradition!” From your spot in Dean’s arms, you feel rather then see him kick the door closed behind him, and you giggle as he walks over to the bed and softly puts you down on your feet just at the end of it. “Help a girl with her zip?” “Anything for you, Mrs Winchester.” “I am not going to get used to that anytime soon.” “Well” Dean says as he kisses down your neck, long fingers making easy work of your wedding gown “Good thing we’ve got time.” “I love you, Dean Winchester.” “And I love you, Y/N Winchester.”
Appearances mattered a lot to people. That was the only reason you could ever imagine your Young Woo being known as Monster Woo. If people saw him the way you did then they wouldn’t call him that at all. You lay on your side of the bed in silence, only a sliver of your eyes opened to see the display before you.
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!)
When a college reunion takes an unusual turn, the reader finds herself amidst a game of truth or dare not knowing that at the declaration of dare would change her life into a spiral of trouble with the mysterious clown that lives in the sewers. Now her thoughts and dreams are haunted by him and she knows he loves to play…
…the day of the reader’s departure nears and she plans her means of escape, never to return. She knows Pennywise will try to stop her but she knows if she stays her mentality would fail and she would be mindless toy of his. As she plans her escape, he decides to pay her a visit.
Warning: p u r e s m u t
I think this may be the second to last chapter my friends. Its honestly been so fun to write and I have one shot story ideas in mind for when this series ends. Maybe I’ll write another series. Who knows. I’ll also take requests when I’m done.
If you wanna be tagged in this story and future works then please let me know! But please note that I cannot answer asks so a message in my dms is acceptable. Thank you for sticking around everyone ❤❤
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The plan was simple. Take only the essentials and get a taxi to the airport and get on a plane, never to return to Derry. At least, you hoped it would be simple like that. You tried everything in your power to forget what had happened in your friend’s bathroom, to forget how those long fingers had felt in your cunt and those lips on yours.
You groaned quietly and rubbed your thighs together. For a messed up clown creature, Pennywise sure was able to use his fingers well. You’d never orgasmed as intensely as you had with the clown compared to anyone else before and the thought both aroused and sickened you. You should be scared of Pennywise, not thinking about how good he was at finger fucking you! But nothing had gone your way ever since you had returned to Derry so leaving was a need. You needed the control back in your life and you were prepared to go to extreme lengths to do so.
The rain had begun to fall in Derry once again and quite heavily. The leaves were turning from green to yellow to orange and brown as Autumn slowly fell into full swing. You no longer had a desire to go anywhere in Derry, you wanted to wait in the comforts of the motel room until you were able to leave. At one point, one of your friends had asked why you waited to leave instead of simply going home right away but in truth, you couldn’t because your flight tickets were not until Friday. So you were stranded for the time being.
The rain pattered gently against the window and trailed down to leave hundreds of droplets all over the glass surface. You were sat at the table in the room and gazed out and listened. It was calming. You could almost forget your situation. You thought about what you would do when you returned to your normal, every day life. You had finished university at this point and were moving onto new things after this vacation.
You heard a whisper from behind you. No. You didn’t move, hoping that if you were to ignore him he would go away. There was no chance of that happening. The floorboards behind you creaked when the being behind you approached. You continued to stare through the window and hoped that for some reason the clown would just lose interest and leave despite knowing he wasn’t that way. By this point, you could see his reflection looming over you on the rain patterned window. His hair was the part that stood out most. It was in its usual curled upwards do, you didn’t think you’d ever seen it any other way, and his suit was as worn as tattered as it had always been, maybe even more so. Your body tensed when his hand slowly grasped onto your shoulder.
“I know you’re trying to get me to disappear… But that’s not gonna happen.” He whispered into your ear. You bit your lip and your hands curled into fists on the table.
“I am going to leave. I’ll never come back.”
Your voice shook and the clown simply giggled.
“You seem so unsure of that possibility.”
You pushed yourself up off the chair and hastily walked away from Pennywise. You were unable to get far for he reached out and took hold of your wrist, spinning you to face him. You were shaking but your face was as calm as it could be.
“I don’t want you.”
He giggled once again, more manically that time and pulled you flush against his tall body.
“You’re a terrible liar.”
You shook your head and your eyes closed tightly.
“I’m not! I don’t want to crave your touch! You’re gonna end up killing me anyway! You’re a monster!” You snapped at him. It was the last straw now and you were so done. Pennywise froze completely after you had finished ranting and it startled you slightly for he had not even a heart beat. You pulled from his grip and turned to his face to see he was staring blankly at the floor, one eye wandering to the left.
“Yes…yes I will probably will kill you…”
You gulped and stepped away. His eyes flicked to you and he grinned.
“…yes… after all, I’m a monster.” He finished with a growl. His teeth weren’t the more normal looking ones, no, they were sharp like a piranhas and they gleamed. Outside, there was a flash of lightening and a wall shaking rumble of thunder that followed. And then you were suddenly being pushed up against the nearest wall, your feet dangling in the air. Pennywise’s body had you pinned to the wall and you were forced to wrap your legs around his hips to stay upright.
This wasn’t what you wanted, surely. But you could already feel the familiar wetness collect in your panties and the mild tingle in your lower abdomen. You were frightened from the sudden move and the storm brewing outside and of course he could smell it. You were also unnerved by the teeth in his mouth as you could only think of what sort of damage they could do to your fragile body. And yet the thought also thrilled you and he knew it. He leaned close to you as your hands gripped onto his padded shoulders.
“Let’s play together. I’ll be the predator and you can be my prey.” He said gleefully and you pressed your hips as far into the wall as you could to keep away from him.
“If I play will you leave me alone?” You asked through gritted teeth. He reached his gloved hand across your cheek softly, the sensation warm and tingly.
“You’ll have to find out.” He whispered. You bit your lip sharply and sigh quietly. Was it worth it? You didn’t know if you cared anymore. You didn’t really expect to leave the town at this rate anymore anyway. You let your lip go and you exhaled.
And then you were pressing your lips to his and gripping your hands onto his back. A rumbling growl vibrated through Pennywise’s chest into yours and it feels oh so good. He kissed back with just as much passion, his red face paint on his lips transferring all over your face. His right hand was around your neck whilst the other played with the hem of your shirt. Your body quivered when the hand ghosted along your belly and upwards. You gasped into tbe clown’s mouth when he curiously grabbed one of your breasts with his large hand. He pulled away from your mouth and his eyes peered down at your chest as it raised and fell. His hand squeezed softly as his brain calculated the squishiness of the flesh. A grin slowly crept onto his face and his eyes widened with glee. You were about to speak when he suddenly squeezed the boob twice and made an obnoxiously loud honk noise and giggle. You sighed gently and your eyes rolled.
“They are so squishy and soft. I like them!”
Pennywise’s voice was gleeful and you were so surprised that a flesh eating monster could be so easily amused by the softness of breasts. You were sighing again but it was cut off halfway through, forming into a choked moan as you felt his fingers brush against your engorged nipple.
Pennywise’s head tilted slightly in curiosity, then his hand around your neck was gone for he had now grabbed onto your shirt with both hands he ripped it apart. Your eyes widened as the cool air hit your sensitive nipples and the clown simply stared at them, drool beginning to trickle down his chin to collect in a thick goop. A smirk crept onto his face and before you could anticipate his next move, He was lifting you up into his arms and carrying you to your bed, throwing you face down and aggressively pulling you to lay on your back.
You had squealed in surprise but he cut you off with a heated kiss that was more all tongue and saliva. You tangled your hands into his hair as his hands pawed at your breasts, the fingers pinching the nipples and pulling on them.Your legs were spread to accommodate his large form and you couldn’t help but grind against him. This reminded you of something; you had grabbed at his crotch last time and you were certain you’d felt a cock twitch down there. But you didn’t know if you were daring enough to try again.
You pulled from the kiss when you felt your oxygen levels drop but Pennywise did not detach from your skin. Those sinful lips of his trailed along your jaw and neck, his teeth nibbling teasingly every so often, and they travelled further down until he was latched onto one breast, his teeth tickling the sensitive nub. Your back arched slightly and your head threw itself back, a moan openly thrown in the air. A damp patch had begun to form in your crotch area and Pennywise inhaled the scent deeply. His mouth left your boob and he stared down at you. You fought off a smile at the thought of what you wanted to do to him.
“Hey, let me up a minute. I wanna try something.” You said as seductively as you could muster.
You sat up from your space on the bed and crossed your legs under you to sit on your knees. The two of you were kneeling on the bed, the clown still much taller than you. You let your hand trail down the fabric of the clown’s torso, descending even more until you had reached the puffy pantaloons. Pennywise had begun to breathe heavily and his body quivered under the touch he wasn’t used to.
You were at his v-line now, and you could feel the rise in temperature down there. You smirked slightly, unable to contain yourself, and your hand slid down to feel a ridge that twitched under your touch. Pennywise growled and his hands, one slightly clawed, gripped onto your shoulders as drool dropped down onto your breasts. His cock was hardening by the second, you could feel it pulse and burn in your hand. You glanced at the clown’s dazed pleasured face and then squeezed slightly. His hips bucked forward and a strangled noise guzzled in the back of his throat. He had never experienced this before and you knew he liked it.
“What is this…?” He hissed. You pull his head down to your level and brush your lips across his.
“This is pleasure, it’s what I hate you make me feel.” You whispered, giving his cock another squeeze. He growled at you and slammed you back down on the bed, drool dropping constantly on your body as he began to rage and feel pleasure and confusion all at once.
“You think you can toy me, little one? Think again. I’ll have you screaming soon.” He threatens deeply. You were shivering again but you could no longer tell if it was out of fear or pleasure. Maybe it was both. All you knew was it felt damn good and it must smell so good for him.
Lol okay I’m sorry I stopped there but it’s so late and I had to keep stopping because it was all too much. I will continue this tomorrow for you all. Again, I’m sorry for the sudden end, I hope you all enjoyed though!
QUINN - 1) Are you a fighter? 2) What is the hardest thing you’ve ever done? 3) Would you consider yourself trustworthy? 4) Do you like swimming? 5) How would you cope with change? 6) Where do you feel happy?
SEAN - 1) Are you a leader? 2) Do you stick with things until they’re done? 3) What is your best trait? 4) Favourite sport? 5) Would you rather be in the limelight or in the background? 6) How do you help people?
JAKE - 1) Are you badass? 2) What vehicles can you drive? 3) Have you ever gotten into a fight? 4) What is your ideal way to spend time on the weekend? 5) Can you trust others? 6) Do you enjoy being outdoors?
ZAHRA - 1) Are you tired of people? 2) Have you ever stolen something? 3) What colour would you dye your hair if you could? 4) Who do you never get tired of being around? 5) Which character in any Choices game would you punch? 6) Do you want to be someone?
CRAIG - 1) Are you impulsive? 2) When have you been most disappointed in life? 3) What sports do you play? 4) How do you get along with people you don’t like? 5) Do you joke around or are you serious about things? 6) Would you consider yourself brave?
RAJ - 1) Are you chill? 2) Favourite food? 3) Favourite Choices book? 4) Who is your idol? 5) Where do you go to relax? 6) What’s your MBTI type? (alternatively, a character you can relate to in ES)
GRACE - 1) Are you a romantic? 2) Are you a nerd? 3) Favourite bit of trivia? 4) How do you feel about injustice? 5) What do you want to do in the future? 6) Where do you sit on the political spectrum? (alt- feelings on Aleister?)
ALEISTER - 1) Are you a person with high standards? 2) Would you ever tell your crush you like them? 3) What would you say if you were going to die? 4) Do you ever feel pressure from your family? 5) Favourite person in the whole world? 6) If you were a fruit, which one would you be?
MICHELLE - 1) Are you forgotten? 2) Do you feel like people don’t like you? 3) Favourite colour? 4) Significant other? 5) Would you rather have everything in the world or have your crush? 6) Where do you go when you’re feeling done with everything?
LILA - 1) Are you helpful? 2) Any hidden talents? 3) Who is your greatest hero? 4) Favourite drink? 5) What is your mood mostly like? 6) If everyone turned on you, what would you do?
ESTELLA - 1) Are you secretive? 2) Do you go by a name other than your first name/given name? 3) Favourite item of clothing? 4) Have you ever beat someone up? 5) Would you kill someone for a friend? 6) Where do you feel safe?
DIEGO - 1) Are you a good friend? 2) Who is your best friend? 3) Would you stick up for someone being bullied? 4) Could you tell your friend an honest truth that might hurt? 5) What makes you happy? 6) Favourite smell?
MC - 1) Are you surrounded by attractive people? 2) Do you want to be friends with everyone? 3) What is your biggest question about your life? 4) Would you want to be in the Endless Summer universe? 5) Can you resist cheating? 6) How many diamond choices have you bought for Choices?
MISC QUESTIONS Fox - Are you well liked? Rourke - Do you want to rule the world? Serpens - What lengths would you go to to help people? Blue - How many languages do you speak? Shredder - What would you like to forget ever happened? Dossier - Have you ever struggled to hide something? Graleister - Biggest ship in the Choices universe? Select - What makes you special? Password - Have you ever spoiled something for someone? Iris - Which character from Endless Summer do you want to end up with?
A/N: If you saw my personal blog when I was writing this, I was writing it at like 2 am, while I was watching Deathly Hallows, and it took me the entirety of both films to finish it because I kept actually watching them. Anyway, I enjoyed writing it so I hope that you like it.
“5, 6, 7, 8, & pose, 2, 3, 4. Alright boys, great job! No one’s gonna be ready for what we got prepared for this comeback!” Jaebum clapped his hands twice, signaling that the boys could move from their ending poses. All of the boys collapsed on the floor, nodding and high giving in agreement.
“Jaebum-hyung! Are we going to run it anymore times?” Jinyoung asked. The rest of the boys stared at Jaebum with high hopes of finally heading home.
Jaebum looked at each of the boys’ hopeful faces before speaking, “Ah! What the hell,” he exclaimed while throwing his hands up, “let’s go ho-”
Before Jaebum had the chance to finish his sentence, the rest of the boys were already rushing towards the door. Jaebum laughed to himself as he gathered his thins and followed in the footsteps of his members.
You say in the couch, your favorite drama on the tv and your favorite snack on your lap. The door clicked softly, you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. Jinyoung was finally home from practice. The opened and you heard Jinyoung step inside and remove his shoes. You say patiently as you waited for your prince to join you on the couch.
Suddenly, you felt a weight on your body. As you looked down at the extra pounds, you couldn’t help but giggle. “Well, hello to you too!” Jinyoung shifted your body to where you were laying down on the couch. He huffed as he plopped back on top of you.
“Baby, I love you, but you need to shower.” You poked Jinyoung’s cheek softly.
“No, I need cuddles.”Jinyoung finally spoke up as he snuggled closer to you. If that were even possible.
You couldn’t help but be a little worried. He’s usually this clingy when he’s had a really bad day. You poked his cheeks once more. “Baby is everything alright? Did you have a bad day?”
“Nope.” He said while popping the ‘p’ loudly. “My day was perfect, I just want to cuddle you.”
You smiled lovingly at him before speaking again, “Well okay, my love. Do you want to tell me about your perfect day?”
Jinyoung gazed up at you, silently memorizing your features. “I would love to.”
He then launched into the events of his day, not missing one detail. You sat, running your hands through his hair. Your eyes never tore away from his as you listened intently to everything he had to say.
“… And now I’m finally home.. I’m feeling a little sore as I lay on the love of my life, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
You both smile at one another, leaning in slowly. A perfect ending to a perfect day