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Untitled -- Tom Holland x (Female) Reader

It was hard for me to avoid pronouns for a chunk of this, so I’m sorry for using female pronouns – I hate myself.

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Based (roughly) off the song “Muchacho” by Kings of Leon.

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Originally posted by poptartcalum

It had been some time since you had done something like this – gone and managed to pull off a surprise as well as you had this weekend. Although you had spent a significant amount of money and time to make this happen, you were glad you were going to see Tom after those couple of months apart. And although you had seen his family over the holidays, they were very excited to have you back in their home – and they were also really nervous because they didn’t want to spill the secret to Tom. After a year and a half of dating, it still managed to surprise you how well you had integrated into the Holland household, but you definitely loved being accepted so well into his family.

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You Haven’t Even Seen It

Baron Corbin/OC: You always call Baron ‘Wolf Daddy’ as a joke, but you don’t know he really likes it. You’re alone after a show and call him wolf daddy and he snaps. Smutttttt (and daddy kink). Requested by @screamersdontdance


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Shy Girl

Prompt: The reader goes unnoticed at the job (not at all the famous type, etc) and she’s really shy but once you get to know her she is really sweet and funny. She likes Baron from the moment she lays eyes on him and so does he but neither believes the other is interested so they don’t do anything to actually get to know each other. Sexual tension and love follows that is too palpable to overlook. Cute and fluffy, maybe smutty.  @hiitsmecharlie This became really long…

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Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: This was something that literally came to me in a dream. So I decided to write it. This is very self indulgent as this is close to my heart, and these thoughts often go through my head. Once again I have made you my dear reader a rockabilly/quirky style, I wear the style all the time, my favourite shop of all time is Dangerfield (check it out) 

I have also made you my dear reader a tourist of sorts, if you are British I apologise. I’m Aussie so it made for sense for me to write it like this.

Summary: You have been staying with the Holland family as an au pair of sorts you also help as an assistant to Dom. You have been with them for a few months or so, with your quirky and unique style and beauty Nikki asks you to be a model for her.

Warnings: Swearing (I’m a pirate), Insecurities, body insecurities, my poor excuse that is my writing (But suffer) Very long.

Originally posted by charlie-brelynn

Originally posted by vebston-rose

Ever since you wanted to travel, but lacked the funds for such a long trip your friend suggested you should be an au pair for a family. You agreed.

Never in your wildest dreams did you think Dom Holland was looking for such a person to help him and his family. You both had been talking online, and just meshed with your quirky and bad jokes, plus you were a girl and that was a dead winner for Nikki as she was outnumbered by her husband and sons. 

So here you are in England living with the Holland family.


You had been now staying with the Holland family for a few months now, and they saw as a part of the family almost. All the boys loved you, you didn’t see Tom much and when you did the conversations were short and a little awkward on your part. But Dom loved you and so did Nikki, she loved having a girl in the house to basically do girl stuff with. And with your sweet, rockabilly/vintage look that suited you to a T. She just thought you were the sweetest thing with great style, and thought it was outrageous that you were still single. 

You got up putting on a fifties style dress, it was a little more simple than other styles of dresses that you wear. It was summer so the light cotton material felt like heaven as it was so light, and breathable. The cotton strap sitting on your shoulders exposing your tattoos, that you were so proud to have on your skin. Your hair falling in silky tousles around your shoulders and back, to anyone you looked so innocent. A flower so beautiful and pure in a world that was full of so much darkness, and that was one of the reasons why Nikki wanted you to model for her, you were precisely what she had been looking for, natural beauty. But she didn’t know how to broach the subject to you.

You walk out making yourself a cup of coffee and deciding to sit outside and soak up the sun before it got too hot, even though you were used to the hotter weather.

“Morning sunshine.’’ You here Dom say, you still laugh at the nickname the family have given you. To you it didn’t make any sense, you weren’t that special in your opinion. In fact in your opinion you didn’t deserve their kindness or hospitality. 

“Morning Mr. Holland.’’ You reply with a smile,

“And we’re back to that are we?” Dom asks in a joking tone, from the moment you met the man Dom had asked you not to call him Mr. Holland as it made him feel old. You being the shit stirrer that you are would call him that to mess with him.

“It’s just a bit of fun.’’ You answer with your signature sweet smile, that could make knees quake but you were left oblivious of your power. Especially the power you had over the three boys. The moment you stepped foot into the house, the twins and Paddy had been enthralled with you. Even though you were a year older than the twins but a year younger than Tom, that didn’t stop the boys from falling your little spell of kindness, compassion and affectionate nature.


As the day wore on, you found out that Tom was coming home along with Harrison. They were both going to stay for dinner, you and Nikki decided on a roast for the occasion. It became a regular thing that you and Nikki to share the cooking, but you always did the dessert. After all it was your specialty, to make sweet things that people enjoy, more importantly your surrogate family.


Dinner time came with ease, though you mostly stayed in the kitchen putting your culinary skills to good use. Though Harrison took the time to come in and see you. You and Harrison got on rather well you both have become rather good friends.

Sitting at the table you mostly listen to the conversation flowing, as well as the jokes and the banter. Although you did get lost in your own little world at points, looking up into space.



“Sorry, what?” You answer crashing back to reality,

“Off with the fairies again, Y/N?” Sam teases, you roll your eyes.

“Something like that.’’ You reply, “what did you want to ask Nikki?”

“Well I’ve been wanting to ask for a while. I really want you to model for me.’’ Nikki says your heart stops, now most girls would dream of been asked to be a model. But for you it was the definition of a nightmare, you weren’t tall, slender, with wonderful skin. You were petite, with curves and imperfections in your skin. So you react in the only way how. You laugh.

“You’re kidding me right.’’

“No, Y/N. I really want you to.’’ Nikki answers,

“Thanks, but no thanks.’’ You say before finding your now empty plate rather interesting,

“Why not Y/N?” Harry asks,

“Because I just want to.’’ You answer your wall staring to go up.

“But you’d be great.’’ Paddy says,

“Look I’m not doing it and that’s final. End of story.’’ You snap beginning to clear the empty plates from the table. A heavy silence went over the family as you left to do the dishes, hopefully in peace.


Once dinner had ended and everyone had, had dessert you were clearing up the last of the dishes. You felt a little guilty about snapping at the family after all they didn’t know about your insecurities, nor did you want them to so you were hoping that your little explosion would put the whole idea to rest.

You were reading on the couch in the lounge room, when Nikki came through to go to the kitchen. You thought this would be a goo d time to at least apologise.


“Yes Y/N.’’ 

“I’m sorry for snapping earlier.’’ You say sincerity etched in your voice, the older woman smiled softly at you.

“It’s ok Y/N no one should of pushed you.’’ She says, you give a soft smile in return and give her a light hug, before going back off into the lounge to finish reading.


About a week had passed since Nikki asked you to model for her, Tom was going to be staying for a month before tripping off again for Spiderman Homecoming. The family had decided to take a day trip and show you some of the sights, you were more than happy and it was such a lovely sunny day but not too hot.

You all ended up at a little park with a lake, and decided to have lunch there sitting on the soft grass looking at the sparkling lake, when a few butterflies landed on your hand and shoulder. You didn’t dare move as they were so beautiful and seemed quite comfortable on you as well, the Holland family said nothing as they didn’t want to scare the butterflies away either. Though unbeknownst to you Nikki had taken her camera with her and took a quick snap, as the lighting was just so perfect. In fact the whole scene before her was perfect, and she thought that if you saw the photo it would get you to change your mind on the matter. 

Eventually the butterflies flew away, you watched them go with a small content smile on your face, you felt so at peace that you almost forgot your insecurities. 

“Wow, those butterflies were so pretty.’’ Paddy exclaims with a beaming smile at you,

“They were.’’ Dom adds looking at his eldest who is sporting a look of pure bewilderment, like he’s noticing you for the first time. You don’t notice you’re too busy talking to Sam.

As the day progressed Nikki had sneakily took another two snaps of you, when you weren’t paying attention. One of you looking out to the silver lake, the other was of you sitting under a large tree making a daisy chain, that you ended up giving  to Tom.


Nikki had just developed the photos of you, and the boys were all excited to see them as they had noticed their mother taking pictures of you. Tom was especially excited to see them, even if he hasn’t had as much time with you and you two hadn’t spoken much. Seeing you with the butterflies sparked something that he hadn’t felt before. You were currently out helping Dom with the groceries.

“They look great mum.’’ Sam says looking at the picture of you under the tree, you looked like a little fairy, so otherworldly it was crazy.

“If these don’t change her mind I don’t know what will.’’ Harry says, now all they had to do was wait for you to see them.

It felt like forever until you and Dom got back with the shopping, you had taken a little longer because you weren’t sure, whether to get beef or pork. But nonetheless you both got back, and you wanted nothing more than to get changed and read the new book that you had bought. But that didn’t happen instead Nikki took you aside excitedly.

“Now don’t get upset with me. But the other day I took some photos of you.’’ Nikki says showing the three beautifully captured moments, you stare the pictures with wide eyes they were beautiful but you felt a little betrayed.

“But I told you I didn’t want to be a model.’’ You say fighting the growing lump in your throat,

“I know but everything just looked so perfect.’’ Nikki says,

“Doesn’t give you the right to disrespect my wishes.’’ You reply your emotions getting the better of you, because you didn’t see what what everyone else saw, you only saw your flaws.

“You’re upset.’’ Nikki states,

“No, just hurt and I feel betrayed.’’ You say before grabbing your keys and phone as you leave the house, storming past Tom and nearly knocking him over in the process. You don’t say anything, you don’t even stop going out the door getting into your Beatle and driving off.

Tom sees his mother running her hands over her face, looking rather distraught. 

“What happened?” he asks,

“I didn’t think that she would be so upset.’’ Nikki says, Tom only nods guessing what happened.

“I’ll go get her.’’ Tom says giving his mother a quick hug before grabbing his own keys and leaving in his car to go after you.

Tom knew you didn’t know the area all that well driving by yourself, but he did know that your favourite place was the closest park. His brothers kept on saying that you loved it so much that it became your little haven when you needed some time to yourself. He parked his car next to yours, after all your car was really distinctive. Now all he had to do was find you in person, that was going to be a little harder.

It felt like he had been walking this park for a solid half an hour when he finally found you, curled up on a park bench, your hair covering your face. He approached you slowly, the he would a scared animal he didn’t want to scare you or upset you any more. He tentatively places a hand on your shaking shoulder that causes you to freeze. He could feel how tense you were under his touch.

“Y/N, are you ok?” He knew it was a stupid question, but asked it anyway,

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just feeling a little homesick.’’ You lie, you feel sit next to you on the bench,

“Mum told me what happened.’’ He says quietly causing you to freeze up again,

“I’m not angry.’’ you mumble slowly lifting your head up, looking into the distance instead of Tom, you didn’t want to look at him and see you like this.

“Can I ask why you’re so upset?” Tom asks softly, you sniffle,

“You wouldn’t understand.’’ You reply wiping your eyes, “to you they’re just photos but to me it’s different.’’

“How so?” Tom was genuinely curious as to why you would be so emotional, you never seemed like this before. You were always so happy and bubbly eager to share it with the world no matter how cold others would be towards your kind and outgoing nature.

“I feel…inadequate.’’ You say trying to find the right words,

“Inadequate?” Tom looks at you incredulously, you huff.

“I told you, you wouldn’t understand.’’ You mutter,

“How do you feel inadequate?” Tom asks feeling guilty for making shut your feelings away from him.

“I mean look at me. I’m short, loud, obnoxious, on the curvier side. I’m not model material.’’ You blurt in one brave breath, “and I refuse to become a joke.’’

“You could never be a joke Y/N.’’ Tom says, with that you finally look him in the eyes, even when you cried you were beautiful your tears made your eyes sparkle in the fading light of the sun that was beginning to set.

“Just leave me alone Tom.’’ 

“I’m not leaving you by yourself.’’ Tom retorts,

“And I mean it. You’re not a joke, you could never be a joke.’’ Tom adds “you’re beautiful.’’

“You need to check the meaning of beautiful.’’ You murmur under your breath but Tom still heard it, 

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re a fucking superhero for crying out loud. What do you think it means.’’ You blurt out tired of been filled with such toxic thoughts and feelings.

“You’re a god among men, and I’m just me. Nothing special. I’m not pretty, or anything like that. I’m just the plucky little side kick that helps out from to time. I read, paint and listen to music. I don’t get the big life changing opportunity, in this.’’ You rant running your fingers through your silky locks.

“You honestly believe that?” Tom snaps finding himself beginning to get angry at your words, did you honestly not see the way people look at you? Or the way you made people smile just by saying hello?

“It’s the truth.’’

“You are so beautiful, good and kind. I’ve never heard my brothers talk about anyone, the way they talk about you. I swear my dad wants to replace me with you. And you can’t see your own worth.’’ Tom begins his own rant that renders you speechless, mouth agape never has someone said that to you before, especially a guy.

“You really think that?” You ask,

“Yes and seeing you yesterday like that you were like a princess. And I’m sorry for not noticing it sooner.’’

“You don’t have to be sorry for anything.’’ You whisper breaking eye contact looking at the scenery before you. 

“You’re right. I’m not sorry for this.’’ Tom said cupping your cheeks and kissing you on the lips, his fingers burying them in your hair. You were shocked but managed to kiss tim back tentatively.

“I know you’re not like other girls but you have more kindness, in your little finger than anyone I’ve ever met.’’ Tom says one hand still in your hair the other on your cheek wiping stray tears.

“Tom.’’ You whisper,

“Let’s go home Y/N.’’

Love Is Blind

Originally posted by thearchitectwwe

Alright, so…  This is my first attempt at fanfic, hopefully it’s not too bad.  Uh, I want to take a minute to thank my Shield Sisters @p0tat0catofwesteros (Who was also sweet enough to give me title ideas to choose from)and @straight-outta-the-asylum for being amazing and taking the time to read this over and support me.  You guys are seriously so amazing and I love you both!

There will probably be a part 2 at some point.

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2126

Warnings:  Uh, little bit of blood, AJ Styles being an ass (still love you AJ), protective!Dean, swearing

Dean Fucking Ambrose. You’ve been accompanying him to the ring for about three months now, ever since he saved you from an overly flirty AJ Styles backstage.  Ever since then, Dean has insisted that you stay close to his side.  At first you thought he only wanted to keep you around in order to irritate AJ, but the longer the two of you stuck together, the closer you both became.  If you’re being completely honest with yourself, you were more than willing to spend as much time with Dean as he wanted.  You’ve had a huge crush on the man for a long time now, ever since his days with the Shield.  Although, you would never admit that to him.

The only person that knows about your feelings for Dean, is Nikki Bella.  As your closest female friend on the Smackdown roster, she took it upon herself to bombard you with questions about your relationship with the Lunatic Fringe, until you became so frustrated that you blurted everything out. Which is how your current conversation came about.

“I don’t understand why you don’t just tell him you like him.  He spends almost every waking moment with you, by choice.  He has to like you back.  And look at you, you’re gorgeous, he’d be completely stupid to not want you.”

“Nikki, I can’t just tell him that I like him.”  This is how most of your conversations with Nikki have gone for the past week.  She says she’s tired of watching you drool all over yourself whenever Dean is around, which is all the time.  She only wants you to be happy, you know that, but she tends to forget how horribly awkward you can be.  You may have confidence inside the ring, but outside?  Especially when it comes to men?  Let’s just say that you’re single and ready to get awkward as fuck around anyone you find attractive.  It’s a real problem.

Nikki scoffs, “What are you talking about?  Of course you can!  It’s easy. Here, watch me.”  Clearing her throat, she stands up straight and looks you in the eye.

“Oh, Dean!  I’ve loved you for so long.  The past couple of months have been the best ever!  You’re so sexy and crazy, and your blue eyes make me want to sin!”  Nikki said in a mocking tone.

“What the hell?” you say in between laughs. “I don’t sound anything like that!”

She laughs, “sorry to break it to you, hun, but that is EXACTLY what you sound like.”

“Seriously, Nikki.”  you say while sitting down on one of the benches in the locker room.  "I can’t, Dean and I, we’ve been hanging out almost constantly, for months now.  We’ve become really close friends.  I don’t want to ruin that.  Besides, I’ve only recently stopped being completely awkward around him.“

Nikki looks at you seriously before making her way towards you and sitting down next to you. "Alright, all joking aside, I really do think he likes you.  I mean, have you seen the way he looks at you?”

“Yeah, actually I have. He looks at me like he’s just waiting for me to either choke or trip on thin air, because I’m awkward as shit, and he knows it.”

“Well, I for one, think that he finds your complete lack of social graces, adorable.” She said while smirking at you.

Before you can open your mouth to say something, even mildly witty in response, there is a knock at the door.

“Y/N?  Are you in there?”  Dean calls through the door, causing Nikki to let out a soft laugh. “If you want me to tape up your wrists before we head out to the ring, you’re gonna have to get your pretty ass out here.”

Nikki smirks at you while repeating his words, “Your pretty ass!”  She laughs.

You roll your eyes at her before replying, “uh, yeah.  I’ll be right there.”

You glare at Nikki before standing and making your way towards the locker room door.  When you open it, Dean is standing next to the door, leaning up against the wall.  God, he looks amazing, you think to yourself. Tight jeans and an even tighter black shirt, which shows off his tanned, toned arms.  Fuck, those arms.  Before you realize what you’re doing, your eyes begin to wonder.  Traveling along his neck, to the scruff on his jaw, to those perfect, soft lips. Lips that you would do anything to feel on your own.  Your gaze lingers there for a moment.  Then finally, you find those amazing blue eyes…  Amazing blue eyes that are looking to you in amusement.  Shit. How long was I starring?  Did he notice?

“See something you like, doll?”  He said, tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip.  Fuck.  He did notice.  Of course he did.

“W-what? No.  Shut up.  You wish, Ambrose.”  You say with a nervous laugh.  Smooth, real smooth.  "Are you going to tape my wrists, or what?“

"Oh, someone’s feisty tonight.”  He laughs, blue eyes never leaving you.  "Come on then, darlin’.“

You and Dean head off to the backstage area behind the Titantron.  He grabs a chair and motions for you to sit.  Dean then kneels down in front of you and takes your left wrist in his hands, beginning to apply the tape.

This is one of your favorite moments to share with Dean.  He started taping your wrists for you, about three weeks ago.  You twisted your wrist pretty badly during a match against Alexa Bliss.  You didn’t tape your wrists as well as you usually do because you were too busy thinking about The Lunatic.  Of course, Dean had to call you out on it after the match, "You know, Y/N, if your wrists were taped right, that wouldn’t have happened,” he said, smirking as you rolled your eyes.  Ever since then, he has insisted on doing the job for you, even though he knew you were more than capable.  Not that you would ever complain about it.  He is always so gentle when he does it.  Something people might not expect from The Lunatic Fringe, and you love every second of it.  The way his hands travel along your skin sends bolts of electricity pulsing through your veins, and sets your skin on fire.  Sometimes you wonder if he feels it too, but you know better than to entertain those ideas.

“Alright, you’re good to go.”  Dean said with a smile, breaking you away from your thoughts.  "You ready for this?  Our match is next.“  He said, still gently holding your wrist in his hands.

Wondering if he realizes that he is still holding on to you, you laugh nervously.  "Y-you mean your match.  All I’m gonna do is stand there and watch you be a badass.”

He chuckles and squeezes your wrist before letting go and standing up.  Smiling down at you he says, “Nah, you’re my good luck charm!”

You’re completely helpless to stop the blush that creeps its way onto your cheeks.  With a small smile, you look away.  "Whatever you say, Dean.“

Dean only smirks at you before putting his arm around your shoulders and leading you out to the ring.

When Dean’s music hits, the fans go crazy, screaming and cheering for the two of you.  You made your way into the ring where Dean’s opponent for the night, Dolph Ziggler, was already standing.   You and Dean both had smiles on our faces, smiles that soon fell when AJ Styles began making his way to the ring with a microphone.

Dean, watches him like a predator watches its pray.  "Oh, sorry, don’t mind me Dean-o.  I’m just coming down to watch your match.”  AJ said with a stupid smirk on his face.  "Pretend I’m not even here.“  He takes a seat at the commentary table next to JBL and Tom Phillips. He makes sure to put his Championship on display, while winking at you.

Dean throws you a worried glance before you exit the ring, silently warning you to watch your back. As soon as the bell rings, Dean’s focus shifts to the match, only breaking concentration occasionally, in order to make sure AJ is still at the commentary table.

Despite the slight distraction AJ caused by sitting ring side, Dean is able to do what he does best in the ring.  That is until AJ decides he wants to get involved.  AJ rushes into the ring while Dean has his back turned, hitting him hard on the back of the head causing Dean to tumble forward.  As the referee calls for the bell, Dolph exits the ring, while you decide to get in, to try and pull AJ off of Dean.  

You leap onto AJ’s back, putting him in a head lock, using all of the strength you have to tighten your hold, giving Dean a moment to recover.  AJ slams your back into the turnbuckle causing you to groan loudly and loosen your hold enough for him to break free.  AJ is clearly annoyed that you got into his fight with Dean and turns his attention towards you.  

"What the hell do you think you’re doing, Y/N!?”  AJ snarls at you.  "Mind your own business, sweetheart.  I am not above hitting a pretty girl if I have to.“

Dean is slowly starting to stir on the ring apron.  AJ attempts to turn his attention back to Dean, but you grab him by the arm and turn him, your fist connecting with his jaw.  He holds his jaw and looks back at you, eyes filled with rage, his hand raising and then coming down to smack you across the face.  "What did I just tell you!?”

You hold your cheek, the smack causing your lip to begin bleeding lightly.  A small trail on blood coming from the corner of your mouth making its way to your chin.  By now, Dean is up and he is livid.  His eyes travel to the blood on your face and he snaps.  Dean, immediately jumps on AJ, tackling him to the ground and punching him repeatedly.  

You have never seen Dean so mad.  It’s a bit scary, but you’d be lying if you said watching him beat the living hell out of AJ, wasn’t incredibly hot.  

After a few more hits, AJ manages to crawl out of the ring and up the ramp, successfully getting away from Dean.

Dean then turns his attention to you.  He’s looking at you with a look you haven’t seen before.  He was definitely concerned, but there was something else in his eyes. Something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.  Whatever that look was, it was making your heart beat wildly in your chest.

Dean stops right in front of you, his right hand coming up to gently run across your now red cheek. “I swear to God, I’ll kill him for putting his damn hands on you!  Are you okay, Y/N?”  You nodded your head slowly, captivated by those damn blue eyes.

“When he hit you, I saw red.  Nobody, gets to touch you like that, not ever.  Not if I have anything to say about it.”  Dean smiles softly at you, his anger subsiding as his eyes traveling back to the blood on your face.  He leans down, tongue darting out to lick the blood from your chin to your lip.  You let out a small gasp as your breath hitches. Before you can even comprehend what’s happening, he is sliding his tongue into your mouth, kissing you with more passion than you have ever felt in your life.  

His lips were just as soft as you imagined them to be.  You knew in that instant, no one would ever make you feel the way he does.  You wrapped your arms around Dean’s neck, hands in his hair, while you kissed him back with just as much passion as he was showing you.  He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you flush against his body.  After another minute, Dean pulled away slightly to look you in your E/C eyes.  There was that look again, what the hell was it?  You weren’t sure, but the look he was giving you was making your knees weak.

You couldn’t think straight, too focused on the fact that Dean Ambrose just kissed you.  In the middle of the ring, and the fans were going insane.  You could still feel the ghost of his lips on yours.  When Dean’s hand began to travel down your arm, bringing you back to reality. He took your hand in his, leading you out of the ring.  "Come on, Y/N.  Let’s get out of here and get you cleaned up"  He said smiling down at you.  

Potty Mouth, A Michael Jones/Reader fic

Summary: You work at a nursing home, and finally get the chance to meet your favorite resident’s grandson. But, man he didn’t warn you that the guy was so damn cute. 

W/C: 1444

Warnings: Swears

A/N: This totally wsn’t planned, and I know I said I was working on other things, but we all know I have priority issues, and I found this in my old files and decided it must be finished immediately. Sort of dedicated to my dear roosterteethrambles (i know what’s new) but for more reasons than usual now. Thanks to Nikki for her insight on working reception at a nursing home.

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It’s Always Been You PT.3

You and Bucky had instantly clicked as soon as you arrived at the Avengers Facility, and soon became best friends. He trusted you implicitly and ever since heard you sing, he felt himself falling faster as the days rolled on. So when you start to pull away from him, he feels betrayed and upset. Thinking it’s something to do with him and his past.

Little did he know that it was nothing to do with his past, but your shame in your body, your feelings of self-loathing and your ever growing love for your best friend.

Bucky + Plus Size Reader

AN: Hey Dolls! Thank you for the overwhelming response I’m receiving for this story! This instalment isn’t the best, but it’s important as it’s setting the tone for the next. Also, who doesn’t love a good makeover? Am I right? No? Ok, I’ll let you carry on then! 

Tags are still open and as always my inbox is always open for requests!- Rae xo

Word Count: 2016

STORY TW: Weight Issues, Fat Shaming, Swearing, Violence, Smut (Maybe? Idk yet)

CHAPTER TW: Weight Issues, Low self-esteem, Swearing

Part 1 Part 2

3: “As I’ll Ever Be.”

               “Nikki, this is so kind of you, and I really appreciate it,” you chewed your bottom lip, trying to find the right words to say, without hurting the stylists feelings. “But-“

“You don’t like it, right?” she nodded towards the outfit, and you meekly nodded in return. “You’re right to, there’s just something that looks off isn’t there?,” she bit her nails in thought, “Well this is all I’ve bought with me, so it looks like we’re going to HAVE to go shopping!” she turned around to her team of unbelievably good looking women, “Girls, take a break, get a coffee or something. We’ve got some shopping to do!” she giggled like a schoolgirl before practically pulling your arm out of it’s socket, dragging you out the door

 Your feet hurt from walking, your arms were weak from carrying the ags full of clothes, shoes and whatever else Nikki had decided to treat you with. You bundled into your room and slumped down on the bed, the only thing you had on your mind was a nap.

 “Hey Sleeping Beauty, get your ass up, you’ve got to go get all pretty and shit” you were rudely awoken with a vigorous shake from the one and only Natasha Romanoff.

 “Ok, I’m up, I’m up. What are you doing here?” you asked, trying to stifle a yawn

 “Well, I’m here for a free mani-pedi, obviously. And to get you to the hair stylist, you’ve got to take care of that mane some time.” She laughed as you put on your very best, I’m shocked and appalled face.

 “What’s wrong with my hair?” you laughed

 “When did you last have it in anything apart from a bun Y/L/N?” she raised her eyebrow at you. 

 “I don’t remember…” you trailed off, looking at the floor.

 “Well, then that’s exactly what’s wrong with it.” She smiled at her own joke, “Now, I don’t want to see you until you’ve been all dolled up” At that, she was up and getting the nail technicians attention.

The stylist waltzed into your room with all the equipment that she needed, and sat you down on her chair.

“So?” you asked the lady as she was running her fingers through your hair, scrutinising the ends with microscopic precision.

               “Oh no no no, you’re not allowed to know. I’ve been told you’re not allowed to even get a peek until we’re all done with hair and make up” you sighed, this was Tony’s doing, and you knew it.

After around 3 hours of primping, polishing and styling, you were about to go and get your outfit on. You walked to the closet where Nikki was making the final touches to your outfit. You looked at it nervously.

“Don’t worry, it’ll look amazing. Here, go put these on.” She threw all sorts of under-garments at you, bras, panties, even stocking and suspenders. You held up a corset and wondered what the hell it was for, you gave her a quizzical look, “It sucks everything in, trust me. You’d look amazing anyway, but this, this is what seals the deal. Just in case you had your eye on anyone special” She winked and you turned a light shade of red. “Now, go and get dressed, you don’t have long” She hurried you into the bathroom where you proceeded to dress in the undergarments you’d been given. As you were about to leave, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror for the first time and didn’t recognise the person staring back at you.            

 Your once straight Y/H/C, lack lustre locks were now healthy curls of deep red that hung just below your shoulders, your feathery fringe stopped just above your now perfectly groomed eyebrows. A blended, soft brown shadow was sitting in the crease of your eye and an inky black flick was on your eyelid, your eyelashes were thick and wispy, you blinked, fluttering them, making you aware of your lack of them up to this point. The lashes tickled your cheek and that made you laugh, causing your attention to change from your eyes to your lips. They looked soft and plump, covered with a deep blue-red lipstick and lip liner that made your teeth look whiter than they were before. Your face had been sculpted nicely, with a shimmery highlight bringing out your cheekbones. You felt amazing in the sexy lingerie that had been picked out for you, and turned your attention to the dress that had been picked out for you. You stepped into the dress and pulled it over your hips, the black velvet hugging you like it was made for you. The deep V in the front accentuated your ample cleavage and the way material ruched across your abdomen and down made it even more flattering, as it hid anything that you were self-conscious about, but showed off your hourglass figure, that you didn’t even know you had, perfectly. The black heels with the red bottoms that you had fallen in love with fit you like a glove and made your tanned legs look positively divine. You added your accessories, added your new perfume and with a satisfied smile, you stepped out of the bathroom into the bedroom. With your head held high and your shoulders back, you were finally ready to face the room full of expectant professionals.

               You felt a wave of self-confidence wash over you as you posed for them, you smiled and laughed as they cheered and wolf whistled you. A small blush appeared on your face and you thanked them all. Without them, you wouldn’t feel anything close to how you felt right now. You felt beautiful, and that was such a rare occurrence for you, that you were so very grateful to everyone who had helped you get there. As soon as Natasha and Wanda had heard the commotion, they had practically sprinted to see your ‘Transformation’ as they were calling it. They stopped dead at the door and both of their mouths were hung open, at a loss for words.

“Well, what do you think?” you raised your eyebrow, hoping for a positive review from the only other girls in the house.

“You look so good Y/N, I’ve never seen you smile so big before!” Wanda came over and hugged the living daylights out of you, “You look amazing.” She whispered into you, you smiled and returned her compliment. You looked at Nat, preparing yourself for whatever she was going to say.

“Well shit, it turns out you’re hot as fuck. Good job Nikki” she looked at you and gave you a wink and held her fist out to Nikki to bump. “Are you ready?” she looked at you and you froze, were you ready? “He’s not going to be able to take his eyes off you.” She gave you a knowing look.

“What? Who?” you played dumb, hoping that they wouldn’t press the issue any further. The rest of the team left to clean up, which let you to have your discussion alone.

“You must think we’re stupid Y/N. We’re talking about Bucky.” You opened your mouth to protest Wanda, but she raised her finger before you had the chance to say anything. “And don’t you deny it. We see how you look at him”

“He sees me as a friend” you didn’t necessarily lie, you just didn’t tell them that you wished he saw you as more than a friend. Wanda sent you a look, and you didn’t need to say anything else, she knew.

“And? What do you see him as?” Nat pressed. Boy, she really wanted to hear the words come out of your mouth.

“I mean, of course I like him, who wouldn’t? He’s gorgeous. He’s kind, and funny. He’s charming and protective. I mean I should be so lucky right?” you finally admitted it to Nat, just not to the extent that you liked him.

“Well wearing that hun, you’ll be getting very lucky, if you know what I mean” she sent you a wink and you exploded with laughter. You picked up your phone from the charger and noticed a text from Bucky.

Limos have arrived. Time to board your carriage, Cinderella.

You made sure you had everything you needed, and headed out the door.

“Y/N, you go last, so you get the grand reveal.” You rolled your eyes at Wanda, ever the romantic.

You ascended the stairs behind Nat and Wanda, and you could hear them being wolf whistled and clapped by everyone. You took a deep breath and nervously turned the corner looking out at the crowd of people. It became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Everyone’s mouth was hanging open in a similar way to Nat and Wanda earlier. Your eyes searched the room for those familiar ocean blue orbs. When you found them, your heart started racing, and you could feel your smile widening. He looked so handsome in his tuxedo, his long hair in a slicked back style that made you want to run your fingers through it. He looked you up and down, and there was a brief flash of something that you couldn’t quite figure out in his eyes. All of a sudden, all of the men were rushing to you, reaching for your hand, fighting to help you down the stairs. All of them apart from the man who you really wanted to be there. He kept his distance, keeping his gaze on you at all times.

“Here, Y/N, let me help you.” Steve extended his hand to you, ever the gentleman.

“Hey, shove off Cap, I asked first” Sam pushed Steve’s hand away, replacing it with his own. You blushed harder, not used to all the attention you were now receiving.

“I think we all know, I was there before both of you.” You heard Tony move through the crowd and he took your hand and escorted you down the stairs. He leant into you and whispered “You look stunning Siren. Who knew right?” you slapped his arm playfully and laughed. He can be an ass, but him footing the bill for this make over made you feel very thankful to Tony, for everything he did for you tonight.

“Thank you Stark.” You looked at him, he picked your hand up, and planted a small kiss on top of it.

“Go get ‘em tiger.” He raised his eyebrow and as soon as he’d said it, he was off, talking to someone about something far beyond you level of expertise. You made your way over to Bucky, who’s stare you were painfully aware of the whole time you’d been stood in the foyer. Your eyes met his and he smiled at you and the dancing butterflies in your stomach were at it again, why did you react like this with him?

“Hey Buck. You don’t scrub up too shabby,” you mentally cursed yourself at your nervous laugh that followed.

“Neither do you, Angel.” He took you in his arms and you pulled him close, giving him a chance to feel your curves, you blamed your new found confidence at the sudden need for his attention. He didn’t complain, as he picked you up and span you around. He placed you back down and whispered into your ear, “You’re simply captivating, Doll” Your heart was hammering away so fast in your chest, you felt it could jump out at any moment. You felt your breathing hitch as he studied you, you glanced up at him, his eyes darkening with something you couldn’t quite place your finger on.

“Come on Guys! I want to party!” Sam called from outside. You hadn’t even noticed the foyer empty, leaving only you and Bucky stood on the logo in the entrance hall. Bucky placed his hand on the small of your back, the small touch sending a shiver down your spine.

“You ready Doll?” his low voice made your knees weak, and you could have jumped him there and then.

“As I’ll ever be.”

Tags: @cami23593 @alittlewerewolfgirl @electronicstrangerdaze

Mistakes Were Made

Originally posted by yourfavoritedirector

Characters: Chuck x Reader, OFC: Nikki, Fake Sam and Deans’

Request: “Could you write a Chuck one shot? The reader gets VIP passes at the Supernatural convention to meet Carver Edlund, but she makes a total fool out of herself (like walking in on him changing, saying stupid things, spilling stuff, making stuff sound dirty when it’s not… etc 😂) “ I really hope I didn’t let you down!

Warnings: Extreme Awkwardness

A/N: I loved writing this.  Chuck is the man (literally) and I like writing really awkward characters.  Totally makes up for the Differential Equations exam I bombed today.  Okay, it doesn’t.  But it definitely helps.  I used the convention from 5.09 as an example instead of something like Seacon.

Word Count: 1573

Not my gif.

“Wow, these have gotten, like, a lot bigger,” your friend, Nikki, said as you walked into the Supernatural convention

“Thanks so much for the tickets, I’ve always wanted to go to one of these,” you gushed, looking around the crowed convention hall with glossy eyes.

"Thanks for ditching that exam review to come with me!”

“Psht, I’ll just wing it,” you lied, knowing you would probably study all Sunday night.  “I can’t believe we’re really here!”  Nikki squealed, grabbing your shoulder and pointing towards the stage.  You heart hammered and your knees felt weak.  

There he was, the creator himself: Carver Edlund.  

“Aww he’s so adorkable,” Nikki cooed.

“Shut up, he’ll hear you!”  You batted at her with a hand that wasn’t holding your coffee and looked away, blushing furiously.  He was much younger than you’d imagined, and much more attractive, as well.

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Shattered Heart

Originally posted by blogloveandhateme

A/N: Had this rolling around in my head for the past few days and thought you guys would like it!

Summery: After Dean cheated on you, you took a break from the WWE and now you’re back. What will Dean do after finely seeing you, will he try to win you back or will he let you be.  Would you forgive him if you’re given the chance?

Pairings: Dean X Reader

Warnings: Swearing 

Months, months you’ve been gone. You took sometime off from the WWE after finding you boyfriend of three years cheating on you. You thought he was the one, but you were wrong, he didn’t love you the way you loved him because if he did, he wouldn’t have done what he did.

You pulled into a parking space and got out, grabbing your bag from the trunk. You made your way into the building, hoping to find your privative locker room before anyone could see you. 

That hope was short lived when you bumped right into Paige.

“Y/N! Oh my god! You’re back!” Paige yelled, pulling you in for a tight hug.

Yeah, I’m back” You said, laughing.

“Oh my god! I missed you! It just hasn’t been the same without you!” Paige said. 

You and Paige had alway been pretty close friends, meet and work together down in NXT. Came up at the same time and dominated the main roster together.

“We have to tell EVERYBODY!” Paige yelled, taking your hand and all but dragging your behind her.

If you would have just stopped walking, she probably would have just continued to pull you like you were still walking and wouldn’t’ve cared.

She dragged you into the cafeteria. Summer Rae stood up and smiled.

“Y/N!” Summer squealed, running over and hugging you. Soon enough the reset of the divas came over and hugged you, asked how you were doing and all the normal questions.

“So how’s everything going with you? You know, emotionally” Nikki asked.

You sighed and shrugged your shoulders. “I’m not a hundred percent okay. Hell I’m not even fifty percent. But I needed to come back. Can’t be laying around in sweatpants and eating ice cream all day” 

Nikki gave you a sad smile and hugged you tightly.

“So it’s true! The amazing, Y/N, is back!” You heard a deep voice boomed behind you.

You pulled away from Nikki and turned around seeing Roman standing there, smiling ear to ear.

Before you could say anything, you were pulled into a breathe taking hug.

“Ro. Can’t. Breathe. You’re crushing me!” You said, as he wiggled you back and forth.

“Oh, sorry!” Roman said, setting you down and patting the top of your head.

You smiled and shook your head.

Dean was sitting on a crate, tapping his hands for his match tonight. When he heard that laugh. That laugh that he heard so many times before, that he was the cause of many times. Dean looked down the hall seeing Y/N walking down the hall and laughing with Roman. Her head was tipped back, her hands covering her face.

Y/N and Roman stopped at a door at the beginning of the hall. Y/N hugged Roman and walked into the room, shutting the door behind her.

Roman looked down the hall and seen, Dean sitting there watching. Roman walked over to Dean and leaned against the crate.

“She looks….Happy” Dean said, looking down at his hands.

“Far from it actually. She’s sad. She misses you, but she’s also heartbroken” Roman said.

“I miss her. I need her. My life hasn’t been the same without her. What do I do, Ro?” Dean asked.

“You put her through a lot of shit. And I don’t know if she’ll forgive you. But if you love her as much as you say you too, then you need to do everything you can to show her that. Show her that you love her. Get her to forgive and NEVER let her go.” Roman said.

Dean nodded his head, still looking at his hands. “You always know what to say, don’t ya” 

“Yeah, yeah I do” Roman said, laughing. 

“I’ll catch later, man. Need to get ready for my match” Roman said, ruffling, Dean hair before walking away.

You were trying to laces your ring boots up when you heard a knock on the door.

“Come in!” You yelled, pulling tighter on the laces. You heard the door open the close.

You looked up, your eyes locking with a oh so familiar pair of baby blue eyes. You looked back down at your boots trying to tighten and tie them a certain way. Dean had always been the one that tightened and tied your boots, so trying to do this on your own, wasn’t fun.

You heard Dean move the other folding chair across the room so that it was almost right in front of you.

You glanced up at, Dean. His eyes were on you, following you like a hawk, waiting for something. Waiting for you to blow up, to scream at him. Because you hadn’t done that when you found him cheating. 

You had just left the hotel room, had Paige get your things from the room the next morning and you called Stephanie asked her if you could take sometime off. She said yes, and you left later that day, without saying anything to Dean. He called you everyday, leaving message after message. You had ignored Dean everyday, until now.

“Y/N, can we talk?” Dean asked, quietly. You took a deep breathe and nodded your head, sitting up.

“First off I’d like to say I’m sorry. I know you don’t want to hear me say that, but it’s the truth! I-I shouldn’t have done that to you. You were my world and-and I-I did something I shouldn’t have! I ruined us! I ruined our world! And I’m so sorry! I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N! I’ve missed you everyday since you’ve been gone. I can’t fucking sleep without you next to me! I know I did this to myself. But, Y/N. I love you! Since our very first date I knew that I loved you!” Dean moved so that he was kneeling in front of you, hands reseting on your hips and tears spilling out of his eyes. 

“And if you tell me that you don’t love me anymore, that you hate me, that you could never forgive me……I would understand and I would walk out that door and you would never heard me speak two words to you. But I beg you, Y/N! I beg you to find it in your heart to forgive me, to give me one more chance!”

You looked away, tears rolling down your cheeks. 

“God, Dean! I don’t know if I can forgive you! You shattered my heart! You broke me! I’ve never felt so heartbroken in my life! I loved you, Dean. Loved you like no other. I gave you my heart and you put a fucking dagger in it! I just wanted to love you, Dean! Nothing else! I never asked for anything else…..” You said, wiping away your tears.

Dean looked up at you with bloodshot eyes, his hands tightening on your hips.

“Please-please, Y/N! Just one more chance! I promise I will never do that again” Dean pleaded.

When you looked into his eyes, you could tell that he was truly sorry. But part of you was scared, what happen if he did it again? You didn’t want to fall apart all over again.

“Dean, I’m scared that you’ll do it again……I-I can’t fall apart like that” You said.

“Please, please just……I can’t be without you anymore! One, one more chance! That’s all I’m asking! Please, Y/N!” Dean begged.

Dean brought his hands up to your face, gently stroking your cheeks. 

“Please” Dean whispered, wiping away your tears that kept coming.

You still loved, Dean. You haven’t slept since that night and you miss him next to just as much he misses you next to him. You miss his kisses, his hugs, his stupid jokes that would drive you insane and you just miss him.

Looking him in the eyes, you said. “Yes, yes I will give you one more chance” 

Dean stood and pulled you up into a sweet kiss, his arms tightening around you.

When Dean pulled away, he reseted his forehead against yours “Thank you, Y/N! You won’t regret this. I promise!” Dean said.

Dean kissed you again and this time you smiled into the kiss. You pulled away and reseted your head against his chest.

Dean rubbed his hands up and down you back, reseting his chin on top of your head.

“Dean” You whispered.

“Yeah” He whispered back.

“Can you do my ring boots? I can’t get them the same way you do” You said into his chest.

Dean started laughing. “Oh course I can!” But either of you made a move to break the embrace.

“I love you, Dean” You said, kissing his chest.

“I love you too, Y/N” Dean said, kissing the top of your head.

Inspired by something I found on one of those prompt lists, probably over at castlefanficprompts: person A of your otp picks up sleepy person B and carries them to bed and person B just snuggles their face into person A’s shoulder

She’s still at the loft.

It’s been three weeks and her search for a new apartment has been coming along painfully slow. Nothing is right, or close enough—she doesn’t need something next door to the precinct, but having to take multiple subway rides to get there isn’t at all appealing—or even remotely in her price range, and so here she is. She’s tried to leave, to stay somewhere else so she doesn’t feel as though she’s overstaying her welcome, but Castle refuses to have it. He’s gone so far as to have Alexis ask her to stay, which is him playing dirty and it’s wrong but she’s virtually useless against the hopeful, expectant eyes of little Castle. 

Sometimes she forgets that her apartment’s gone up in flames, reduced to nothing but ash and dust and charred remains. Staying with Castle wasn’t her first choice—wasn’t her choice at all—but she has to admit that it’s been… nice. The awkwardness that consumed the air during her first night has since dissipated, replaced with only a friendly hospitality and daily routines that make it seem as though she’s been here much longer than just a few weeks. Castle still protests against her doing the dishes, but she continues to stand her ground. If she’s going to be here she won’t be sitting around, she’ll be doing something to help out.

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• biochemistry •

Jily AU: modern/muggle/university
Because I felt like I needed to write a thing that combined all three of those things 
Warning: I started this at stupid o'clock yesterday and barely proofread it but I hope you still like it

          ‘This is absurd,’ the girl muttered under her breath, definitely to herself, and definitely referring to the nth cup of black coffee she’d had in four days.

          Which, incidentally, was the last time she actually slept.

          Why was she still drinking coffee? Nothing had changed since the last time she’d gone to a café, just as it hadn’t changed from the time before that or even the time before that. She still vastly preferred literally any other kind of caffeine, but here she was, drinking crudely made black coffee twelve hours after she finished all of the projects she was juggling. Between work and school, she was a certified workaholic, but even she got overloaded.

          It was safe to say that Lily Evans was not having a particularly good few days.

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I've Missed You

TITLE: I’ve missed you
AUTHOR: storylover92
GENRE: romance, drama, erotica, adventure
CHAPTER SUMMARY: Edward and Chloe have broken up and an old friend shows up at Edward’s door with a classic “break up kit”….


Authors Notes: This is @maxwell-demon’s prize from my last give-away! I hope you like it (it’s not as fluffy as I thought it would be…)!


                Edward stretched out on his couch alone in his flat. He was heartbroken after Cloe had dumped him on his ass at dinner the week before. She told him there was someone else then got up from the table, leaving him to sit and wonder where it all went wrong. Even though he put in a movie to watch he wasn’t paying attention, he was still too preoccupied with trying to figure out what he did wrong.  That’s when the doorbell rang.

                “Now what?” Edward muttered to himself as got up and answered the door.

                “Hi,” there she was, Nikki. She was his own personal ray of sunshine, or at least she had been before Chloe had told her off. Yet here she was and Edward stood stunned that she was right there, with a bag of groceries in hand. “I’m sorry I should have called.” Edward continued to stare at her with wide eyes. “Ok, um, if you like I can go…I mean I just…heard that you and Chloe…I brought wine.” She offered an insecure smile, for what Edward assumed was the first time in her life.

                “Please don’t go,” he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a warm hug. He buried his nose in her hair, which smelled like coffee. She always smelled like coffee, even at uni. Where she would drink a minimum of 4 cups of coffee a day and spent most of her time in the campus coffee shop doing homework. Edward always used to tease her that she would probably sweat coffee if she had one more cup. In her last year she jokingly said that she was going to open her own business, a coffee shop of course, after graduation the joke had become reality. He smiled at the memories.

                “Can we go in? It’s cold, and I’m cold…”

                “Yeah, I’m… I’m sorry.” They went inside and Nikki immediately went to the kitchen and started the oven to reheat the pizza she had grabbed.

                “How did you know that Cloe and I…broke up?”

                “Your sister told me. Then your mom called me and told me you were, well her words were ‘miserable mess’,” Nikki paused. “So, I brought you over the classic break up kit!”

                “The what?” Edward was leaning against the counter as she grabbed silverware, glasses and plates.

                “The classic break up kit. You know, ice cream, chocolate, booze, pizza, crisps, popcorn….”

                “You just raided the junk food aisle, didn’t you?”

                “Yep!” Nikki gave him one of her megawatt smiles as she put the pizza in the oven and set the timer.

                “You realize that guys don’t really do this….”

                “Really? After a break up you don’t just sit down with a pint of ice cream and your alcohol of choice and watch your favorite movies?”

                “Yes, to the booze. Sometimes to the movie. Not normally to the ice cream.” Nikki was right in front of him, and at least one part of him was very aware of how close she was.

                “Huh? That’s stupid. Everyone needs ice cream when something like this happens.” She shoved the pint of his favorite strawberry ice cream into his hand with a spoon. “You go and start your wallowing…”

                “Guys don’t wallow!” He laughed as she rolled her eyes and shoved him toward the couch.

                “I’ll bring in the pizza when it’s ready and then we are killing the bottle of wine I brought and see how much of your stash we can drink and still keep our wits!”

                ‘Or we could lose our wits…and our clothes…wait where the hell did that come from?’ He thought as he plopped down on the couch. He had a few bites of ice cream when Nikki came into the room and handed him a plate full of pizza and poured the wine there in the living room. She took a big gulp, sat down and started eating a slice off of her plate.

                Over the next hour they caught up on everything that had happened and in the process got soused. Then things turned more serious than she was hoping.

                “What happened to us?”

                “You met that Cloe bitch.”

                “Right,” he said guiltily.

“Right.”  He never had forgotten how she had always been there. Always. Even as kids they were close. They always dated other people, not wanting to risk fucking up their friendship. “I should have dated you. Starting first year at uni, I would have kissed you at that New Year’s party we went to. Right at midnight.”

                “You’re drunk.”

                “Yep!” Edward popped the ‘p’ a little more than he needed to. Causing Nikki to laugh. “But c’mon, we’re…we’re good together, right? And like you’ve never wondered what would have happened.” Nikki shrugged.

                “Yea, sure.”

                “You know what I think woulda happened?” He stammered


                “I think there’d be a ring on that finger of yours. And you’d be out to here,” he pantomimed a big belly with his hands. “With our little baby.”

                “You are reeeeally drunk.” Nikki shook her head, not quite believing his boldness.

                “Eh, I’ve been worse.” Edward stood up and held his hand out to her. “Come here.” Nikki took his hand and he pulled her up into the middle of the room and started some music. It was a slow jazz song, perfect to dance to. Edward wrapped one arm around her middle and he laced his fingers with hers as they swayed to the music. Nikki gave in and leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder and let out a contented sigh.

“I’ve missed this.” She whispered against his sweater.

“I’ve missed you.” He knew it was now or never, he moved his hand up her back and into her hair, leaned down and kissed her. Once her shock wore off she kissed him back, and they could have sworn that time stood still. He broke the kiss, “Do you want this?”

“I don’t want to be your rebound.”

“I don’t want a rebound. I want to fall asleep with you in my arms.”

“Tonight.” She said skeptically.

“Every night,” he corrected. Edward picked her up and carried her to his bedroom.

He peeled off his shirt and pants leaving him in his boxers. He then helped Nikki out of her clothes and sat on the edge of his bed with her between his legs. He let his hands wander over her silken skin and started kissing her stomach. Nikki couldn’t help but squirm at the contact, his lips were so soft and his fingers found the most delightful places to tease. He guided her onto the bed, she let her legs fall open they smiled at each other before he leaned forward and kissed her. He didn’t want to rush this, even with his cock purple with need he kept everything slow. His lips grazed their way down her neck, stopping to nibble on her collarbone. He massaged her breasts, while peppering her chest with kisses. Nikki gasped as he drew a nipple into his mouth to suckle it, followed by the other. He drug his nose down the rest of her torso, Edward looked up at her with each of her thighs on his shoulders. He kissed her thighs, relishing how she squirmed every time he avoided the exact spot where she wanted his mouth.

“Ed, I swear if you don’t start eating me out I’m going to grab you by those delicious curls and shove your face right where I want you.” Edward laughed at her, then ran just the tip of his nose over her clit. He smiled against her and let his tongue flick over her sensitive flesh causing her to buck under him. Finally, he slid two fingers into her and sucked on her clit as hard as he could.

‘It should be right around here…’ She mewled. ‘I have to be getting close.’ Nikki cried out and bucked into his face. ‘Jackpot!’  Edward gently lapped at her clit and massaged slow circles on her walls as she came down from her orgasm.

“How did you do that?”

“Wait, you mean no guy has ever bothered to find your g-spot before?” Nikki shook her head still catching her breath.

“No, all of the guys I’ve been with before just cared about getting theirs.”

“What assholes.”

“My thinking exactly,” she smiled. “It’s good to know that you’re not the same way.” Edward slid his boxers down, and gave her a sheepish smile as he leaned over her.

“I might have to be a tad selfish…” he started. Nikki pulled him into a kiss and rolled them over so she was on top.

“Allow me.” She lined him up with her entrance and slowly sank down onto him, relishing how his eyes fluttered closed the deeper he went. Nikki rolled her hips and bent down to bite his chest, making sure to leave a mark that he’d notice for days. Edward’s big hands grabbed her hips and guided her movements, urging her to bounce on his cock. Nikki braced her hands on his broad shoulders and let him bounce her. One of his hands slipped down between them and toyed with her clit.

“Oh, Nikki…Nik…ki… come with me…” She nodded against his neck, to close to think any type of coherent thoughts. Edward felt her walls start to clamp around him, and buried himself further into her as his cock twitched and he spilled into her. They both gasped, trying to come back to reality. Edward rolled them onto their sides, holding her close. “Were you planning on staying here tonight?”

“Yes, but I thought I’d be crashing on your couch.” They both burst out laughing.

“I hope that’s not still the plan,” he kissed her and managed to pull her closer still.


anonymous asked:

could you write a fic about val being zendayas brothers friend and at first sees her as a young girl b4 he goes college and then returns and then realises that she is grown up! In between u could write that when he comes back for holidays val also notices her. The music fic chapter! Really want to see how v approaches z! She better be tough!



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