of how when i was 11 i walked down the hall and sat on the counter


***PLEASE NOTE: This is Part One of a series. You can find Part Two linked below.***

Pairing: TattooArtist!Daveed x Reader

Requested?: Nope. I’m literally just a slut for tattoos and @gratitudejoyandsorrow got this idea in my head, so this imagine was born. 

Prompt: Your first tattoo experience was more pleasant than you thought it would be. 

Words: 2.4k+

Part One | Part Two

A/N: My first Daveed imagine and it is super self-indulgent, who would’ve thought? This is a Tattoo Artist AU (if I didn’t make it clear before) and I’m in love with it. Shout out to @diggs4life , @tempfixeliza , @helplesslylins and @secretschuylersister for being so encouraging and amazing these past couple days. Shout out to Lola for inspiring this! I hope you all enjoy :)

Originally posted by saymaybetothis

You were finally going to do it. After a year of contemplating, you had found the perfect tattoo to go under your collarbone. That was step one, you spent another month looking up all the tattoo parlors in the neighborhood and ultimately choosing one that had good reviews and modest prices. Today was your appointment and as you left your front door and entered the summer heat, you could feel the urge to chicken out clawing at the back of your mind.


This has been put off for far too long. It was now or never. So you took a deep breath and continued the trek to the bus. 20 minutes later you found yourself outside the parlor, 5 minutes earlier than the time you set with the man on the phone. You stared at the door as if it was going to open and pull you in itself but, you had to make the move. With the last burst of confidence you had, you swung open the door and stepped inside. Waiting there to greet you was a man with medium brown hair and dark green eyes, his tank top left little to the imagination as your eyes were instantly pulled to his many tattoos over his arms and shoulders, stopping right at his neck. He glanced up as the doorbell rang, giving you a small smile as you made your way over.

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3 Billion Dollars [Part 14] - G Dragon Mafia!AU

Originally posted by jaime-mon-amour

Summary: When your father owes 3 billion dollars to the mafia, he must repay his debt. Although things don’t exactly go the way he hoped.

Genre: Fluffy

Warnings: swearing, awkwardness, emotions

{part 1} {part 2} {part 3} {part 4} {part 5} {part 6} {part 7} {part 8} {part 9} {part 10} {part 11} {part 12} {part 13} {part 14} {part 15}


A/N: Sorry this is so late. Fair warning, next weeks will be too. Finals are starting next week so I’ll probably be writing a little less until summer starts. I hope you like this part! It’s extremely fluffy! Warning heavy stuff coming up! 

~ Admin Brooklyn


Honestly, you almost passed out a few times. Not by seeing blood, but six hours of fixing up wounds and almost doing minor surgery right after the events of the day. Currently, you sat on one of the waiting chairs, just now noticing the blood staining a small part of the floor in the corner. Seungri had left at some point during those six hours. Which left Daesung, who was washing his hands. You close your eyes, beginning to drift away to sleep right then and there.

“(Y/N), you okay?” Daesung asked. You open your eyes right away, nodding your head. You rubbed your eye with the back of your hand and sat up.

“Yeah, just tired,” you say. You run a hand through your hair, your eyes already starting to close on their own. Daesung opened up his phone, scrolling through his messages.

“Hey princess,” he said. You looked up at him. You leaned forward, your elbows resting on your knees. ”Do you think you could check up on Ji Yong Hyung?”

Your eyes widen a bit, starting to feel very underprepared to see him. You open your mouth, about to say something. Only to shut your mouth and give him a small nod. Daesung gives you a very small smile and puts his phone away. “I know (Y/N), you guys need to work things out still. He’ll be easier to handle now than he was when you fixed him.”

“I don’t really know what to say to him though,” you said quietly. You got up from the chair, running a hand through your hair. Daesung opens the door for you, letting you exit the infirmary before him.

“Just say how you feel,” he says, smiling down at you. You shake your head, his smile cause a small one to form on your face. “Honestly, just tell him how you feel.”

“Easier said than done Daesung,”

“True,” he said, nodding his head. “Keep in mind that you do have years of friendship to help you.”

“Yeah but-”

“And,” Daesung said, cutting you off. “I really think you’re underestimating how much he cares about you.”

Your gaze falls to the floor as you walk down the halls, thinking about what Daesung said. Ji Yong only likes you as a friend, right? Well, he hadn’t exactly said that he liked you more. But he did know about your predetermined marriage. Would that change the way he feels about you? He looks down at you and chuckles lightly. “Actually, I know you’re underestimating how much he cares about you. Trust me, if you ask him to move a mountain, he’ll ask which one you want and how fast he should be. He’ll do anything for you princess. That’s for sure.”

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Get Better Soon

Pairing: Philip Hamilton x reader
Word Count: 1,080ish
T/W: None? (Just mentions of sex)
A/N: Philip’s a little bummed, poor baby. For @justfangirlingaround‘s sick Philip request. Most definitely inspired by Anthony Lee Medina’s allergies post on his Instagram story. Also, I’ll be posting A Whole New World pt. 2 later tonight!!
Tags: @justfangirlingaround​ ✨

You woke up to a softly snoring Philip lying next to you. Looking at the clock you noticed it was almost 11 o’clock, letting out a sigh you decided to get up. You quietly tried to unwrap yourself from Philip. Once you were out of his arms you looked around for something to put on, instinctively you stole Philip’s t-shirt and put on a pair of panties. Walking towards to kitchen with your laptop you looked at a couple of the pictures on the hall walls as you passed by, smiling you sat down at the kitchen bar. 

About an hour or so later you heard Philip waking up, he walked out of the bedroom, but you were too focused on your essay to give him your attention. He made his way over to the fridge opening the freezer door.

“Do we have any waffles, baby?” Philip asked in a shockingly more raspy voice than usual, followed by a light cough. 

“Babe, are you sick?” You asked looking up, observing that he was wrapped in a blanket.

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Finding Home - 5

Chapter 5


When two worlds collide and life is turned upside down, you’re faced with the reality that you may not be able to make it back home again to the one you love. But then a familiar face shows you that love can span more than just one universe; it can cross them all.

Pairing: Castiel x Reader, AU Cas x Reader

Warning: There will be some angst, but this is more of a love story told with the ups and downs of what two people have to go through to find each other again, and the love that could be lost along the way. There will also be some strong language and light sexual references. It’s a slow burn this time.

Word Count: 3,137

Some music for your imagination - (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q9G0-4TWwew)

Chapter 1   Chapter 2   Chapter 3   Chapter 4   Chapter 5  Chapter 6

Chapter 7   Chapter 8   Chapter 9  Chapter 10  Chapter 11  Epilogue


“Son of a bitch,” you grinned as you looked at the brothers. Sam’s eyes widened at the comment, and Dean smirked.

“I already like you,” Dean quipped, and offered his hand to you “Dean Winchester.” You shook his hand and tried your damnedest not to laugh at them.

Dean wasn’t dressed like the other teachers. He wore a white tshirt and a pair of well-worn jeans with workboots.

“Sorry about that,” you smiled.

“Not at all,” Dean replied “You might be just what Cas needs; get him to loosen up a bit.”

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Fic: nowhere’s high enough

Root x Shaw high school fic, probably going to be four or five parts, nothing super long or involved, but I really enjoyed writing it.

Shaw shoved a handful of cereal into her mouth, tossing the box haphazardly onto the counter as she headed for the door.

“Sameen?” her mother called. “Where’s your backpack?”

She rolled her eyes spinning to face her mom while continuing to backpedal toward the door. “Don’t need one. Not yet. Maybe tomorrow.”

“What about papers?” She insisted. “You can’t lose everything on your first day!”

Scanning the area around her, Shaw quickly snatched an empty folder by the front hallway. “There. Useless syllabi holder, check.”

“What about lunch?” Her mother was now hurrying down the hall to keep up “What about gym clothes?”

“I have money,” Shaw assured, “and I’ve got clothes too.”

She yanked up her shirt to reveal a second one. “Gym’s first period this year. I’m fine, mum.”

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The Way You Move// Kim Yugyeom (Part 13)

Pairing: Yugeyom x Reader

Genre: Romance, Smut

Summary: @morsalinou said:
Your rrequest are open omgggg ok,…. I will try requesting simething for the first time here😅 hmm can i request a smut (🙊💕) where yugyeom sees you dancing in a competition (like hit the stage) or you dance with him you can decide (this weeks theme is love did you watch this show btw😍) and the rest is up to you! I’m so nervous omg😲😂

Author’s Note:  Sorry for the lack of updates! Also, sorry for the length of this chapter, it’s short, but only because it’s a filler chapter! Enjoy it nonetheless!

xoxo Sara

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9  -

Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12 - Part 13 - Part 14

Soon, Wednesday had rolled around. You didn’t understand how time could go by both so quickly, yet so pain-stakingly slow. You felt your strain getting better and better each day, the swelling and coloring going down immensely after having to ice it for no less than 16 hours a day.

Bambam came over often to hang out with you, after Yugyeom left to go to dance practice with his temporary partner each morning. You had met his temporary partner the first day he began to practice with her, which was not long ago. She seemed nice enough, and her skills were impeccable, you were sure she wasn’t in this competition and that maybe she was an extra, or a student teacher of some sort. She was quite beautiful, too; her hair looked nice and soft as if it had never been touched, and she always wore a sweet smile on her face, keeping a bright and positive attitude throughout your meeting with her.

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Comfort In You

Klaus Mikaelson!Father X Reader 

Word Count: 462

Requested: Anon

Request: Can you do one with klaus x daughter reader. where it’s the middle of the night and a bad storm and reader (age 4 or 5) gets scared and seeks safety and comfort from him?

Originally posted by klopehybridss

(Y/F/C/M) - Your Favourite Childs Movie

You like to pretend that you weren’t scared but really you were. You didn’t like thunder it was loud and flashy and it makes the shadows dance across your walls like ghosts. Your world was scary enough with vampires, werewolves and witches, no one had told you about ghosts and you didn’t want to know about them. Right now you were making your way through the hall small teddy clutched to your chest as you tried to find your dad. “Dad!” You called the hall as you continued to creep around. Klaus had heard you from his room and walked out to find you down the hall.
“What’s wrong little one?” He asked walking towards you.
“I don’t like it.” You answered and smiled softly picking you up.
“You don’t like the storm?” He asked and you shook your head. “You know uncle Elijah would say that I sound like thunder when I’m angry.” You giggled as Klaus carried you back to his room. “So what should we do to wait out the storm?”
“I don’t know.” You answered shrugging.
“How about we watch (Y/F/C/M)?” Klaus asked.
“And hot chocolate!” You cheered and he smiled.
“You want hot chocolate?” Klaus asked raising an eyebrow at you, you nodded and he rolled his eyes before picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder before beginning to walk down the stairs. Your giggle could be heard throughout the compound as he carried you into the kitchen and sat you on the counter. Klaus made the hot chocolate for occasionally poking you causing you to laugh.

Rebekah was happy that Klaus was treating you like his daughter considering both your past, you were just dumped in the middle of New Orleans by your parents who decided that they didn’t want you, you were attacked by a Vampire and Klaus found you saved you and brought you back, from then on he kept you close and you decided that he was new Dad before anyone could tell you otherwise. “Guys I’m glad that you two are having fun but the rest us need our beauty sleep.” Rebekah scold.
“Some of us,” Klaus whispered in your ear and you giggled before he grabbed you and the hot chocolate and made his way back to the room.

At 11 am Elijah was confused he hadn’t heard his brother shouting orders and you hadn’t come down to get breakfast. He walked up to your room and found that you weren’t in there so he checked Klaus’ room to see that you were curled into Klaus’ side, both of you were still asleep and Elijah shook his head a small smile on his face as he walked away.

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Fairy Tail GO! Ch. 61

Rated T. I do not own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does.

Summary: Lucy was having fun playing ‘Pokémon Go!’ when she accidentally put herself in harm’s way. Luckily a pink haired boy saved her just in the nick of time. A ‘thank you’ lunch helped spark a new friendship between them, but Lucy got more than she bargained for when she realized the boy she befriended had a complex past full of dark secrets. Fortunately for him, Lucy won’t be scared away so easily. Modern High School AU. Slight Angst/Drama/Fluff.

Read Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50, 51, 52, 53, 54, 55, 56, 57, 58, 59, 60, 61, 62

Read on FF.net or AO3.

Chapter Sixty-One: It’s a trap!

Lucy woke up in a confused daze. She blinked at the living room ceiling, wondering why she was downstairs instead of in her room. It took a moment -and the sound of Levy lightly snoring- for her to remember the sleepover.

Slowly sitting up, Lucy looked around. Erza and Juvia were passed out on their respective couches. Thanks to the room darkening curtains, the only light in the house came from the kitchen.

After yawning and stretching, Lucy climbed off her mattress and made her way to the kitchen, finding Virgo cleaning the already-clean counter. Lucy raised a brow, wondering the reasons behind Virgo’s actions. “Good morning.”

Virgo jolted at her voice, clearly in a daze while she was cleaning. “Good morning, Princess. Do you want me to make you something for breakfast?”

Lucy shook her head, rubbing at one of her eyes. “No thanks. I’m not hungry yet.” As the maid nodded and turned back to the counter, Lucy asked, “What are you doing?”


Lucy resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “I meant why are you cleaning? It looks good to me.”

Virgo’s shoulders tensed as she glanced at Lucy. “Master Jude is coming back soon. I want to get the house spotless before his arrival.”

Usually Lucy wouldn’t care either way if her father was around or not, but now she had a reason she wanted him home. “Really? When?”

Virgo’s eyes darted around the room as if she thought someone might overhear. When she saw there was no one listening, she whispered, “May seventh, but don’t tell anyone. He’s coming for a surprise inspection for the Magnolia branch.”

Lucy furrowed her brows. Who did Virgo think she would tell? Sighing, Lucy mumbled, “So, two more weeks?”

Virgo nodded. “He will be flying in that morning and leaving that night. He has a lot of other locations he needs to inspect.”

“He can’t afford to spend more time here?” Lucy asked, watching as Virgo shook her head.

“No. You know your father is a very busy man. Now, aren’t you supposed to be spending time with your friends?”

Lucy huffed, refusing to change the subject. “So, he’s only going to be here one day?”

“Less than a day,” Virgo corrected.

That didn’t seem like a lot of time to meet Natsu. “Can you ask him if I can talk to him that day?”

“I can ask. How long were you thinking?” Virgo started cleaning the sink, even though her father wouldn’t be arriving for two more weeks.

“I think an hour would be fine.” That was enough time for them to talk, right? She hated that it would be a while until they could meet, but at least now she could tell Natsu a date so he could start preparing himself. Her father could be… difficult.

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paragon || part 1

Originally posted by monstalways

paragon // part 2

pairing: reader + chae hyungwon

genre: college!hyungwon, romance, angsty-fluff

word count: 1141

summary: by serendipity or ill-fate, your life becomes entangled with that of your university’s poster boy whose two-faced personality makes you question if you’ll ever truly know him, even if you’re unquestionably in love with him. 

the acoustic live for beautiful ruined my life so here’s my coping mechanism. hope you enjoy ! [p.s. i might have a couple ideas for a second part to this so message me if you’d like to see more c:]

To most, he’s the epitome of a perfect student. The face of the school, well-acquainted in reputation with every professor and student, unparalleled in intelligence. Myth, deity, cure for cancer; Chae Hyungwon.

“Good morning”

He passes you in the bustling hallway with firm, effortless steps. He blends seamlessly into the university’s polished atmosphere, with his slender frame wrapped in crisp, white linen and the sleeves of a navy blue sweater. You savour a glance at the curled corners of his rosy-pink lips before he brushes past your shoulder and fades into the Monday monotony.  

“Good morning” you echo belatedly.

Unable to comprehend your own thoughts from that point onwards, a day’s accumulation of lectures and libraries seeps into obscurity and the faint scent of a lukewarm Caffè Americano. Jiyoo grips your arm as you stumble over a stick on the pavement.

“Okay,” she grunts, helping you regain your balance, “so you’ve been staring at the ground all day and yet you can’t even walk in a straight line. Explain that to me.”

“I would if I could” you mumble, dropping your forehead onto her shoulder.

“You know this isn’t good for you,” she gently pats your head, “whatever this is.”

“Maybe you’re right.”

The long bus ride home to the outskirts of the city encompasses intense conversation and Jiyoo’s acute bewilderment, as you divulge the intricacies of a particular encounter with a certain individual between deep, defeated sighs.

The library slept, quiet, desolate, leaving only the sound of your fingertips tapping softly against the table and the impatient ticking of a clock. 11:12pm. Having given up on the exploration of power in Machiavelli’s ’The Prince’, you packed your things and meandered through the dimly-lit aisles of literature towards the exit. You found him tucked into a corner between two adjacent bookshelves, snoring lightly behind an open copy of ’Julius Caesar’ that masked his face. Knowing that the library would be closing in just 15 minutes, you hesitantly approached and knelt down in front of the peculiar figure.


“Hm.” He sat up swiftly, making the book to topple onto the ground. You stuttered backwards when his face was suddenly inches away from yours. Even in the dark, you recognised his clement, brown eyes magnified softly by round frames. The corners of his lips curled as he sluggishly rubbed the back of his neck.

“Alas, I’ve finally been exposed,” he laughed before tilting his head to grin lightly at your perplexed expression, “unless you can keep a secret.”

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27 Dresses (Part 3)

Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader AU

Summary – You are the epitome of “always a bridesmaid, never a bride.”  You think you know what love is, but sometimes you can’t see what’s right in front of you.  

Warnings – None

Word Count - 1, 555

Notes – I’m definitely an introvert, so the thought of being the Maid of Honor in one wedding stresses me out.  Planning out the schedule for the two in this part just about did me in! As always, your feedback is greatly appreciated!!

*Special thank you to the lovely ladies at the Avengers Trash Tower for allowing me to use them as my “brides!” Chanel @imaginingbucky and Nicole @buckyywiththegoodhair, this one is for you guys!!!

*Special tag: @stories-from-stark-tower

Part 1  

Series Masterlist


Originally posted by impeterperez


“Look on the bright side,” Wanda suggested.  “That cute bartender, James, is going to be at Chanel’s wedding.  Maybe you can take him home with you and then you’ll forget all about Steve.”

“What is it with you and Steve?” you asked throwing your hands in the air and then running them through your hair.  “He’s trying to get me to go out with that Blinky guy and now you’re suggesting I screw James the bartender!”

“You never do anything for yourself,” she countered. “It wouldn’t kill you to be a little selfish every once in a while and do something that makes you feel good.”

“That may be true,” you admitted.  “But it’s not going to be with Blinky or James.”


Nat had left her luggage in the lobby with the doorman, who was kind enough to help you load it into the cab. Of course your sister had to have three huge suitcases for a week-long visit.  Getting it out of the cab and into your apartment was another matter altogether.  You lived in a four story walk-up and naturally your apartment was on the top floor. It took you almost thirty minutes to haul all three pieces up the stairs.  You were hot and sweaty by the time you were finally able to collapse on your couch.  

You sat for a few minutes, catching your breath before you checked the time on your phone.  You had a brief moment of panic when you noticed how late it had gotten.  You rushed into the bathroom to grab a quick shower before changing and hailing a cab. You barely made it to Nicole’s rehearsal, and you silently cursed your sister for her selfishness.  

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II pt 1 II pt 2 II pt 3 II pt 4 II  pt 5 II pt 6 II pt 7 (Final) II

Johnny x Reader


Word Count: 2.5 k

Genre: Fluff, Smut Angst

Teaser:  ‘ Those were the moments you cherished. The moments you wished lasted forever. The moments that tried to push your feelings from your subconscious to your conscious, trying to get the growing flower bud in your heart to bloom.’

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Workspace Part 6

A/N: So, as always I am very very very late on posting this. It was 7 pages in google docs. It’s 4 in the morning and have proof read this once. I don’t think I need to say it but I will anyways. There’s probably lots of typos. I’m not sure where I was going with this but the next part more than likely will be the last. We shall see. Lastly, this Dave gif thoughhhhh !

Warning: Rough and Unprotected sex. (NSFW 18+)

Originally posted by dylanobriengirl

My hands tangle and twist in his hair as he pounds into me. He’s holding me up, a hand under each leg, as I’m pressed against the wall. Our breathing feels the room and it’s making it warmer than it was a few minutes ago. His khakis are pooled at his feet, his belt clattering with each thrust of his hips. The sound of fabric rubbing against fabric in an almost teasing motion was turning the both of us on like crazy. Stiles nips and kisses up my neck stopping at me ear.

“Come.” He growls the words as he takes my earlobe between his teeth.

I let out a breathy moan as I come, my walls tightening around him.

His thrusts have since become sloppy and I know his release is eminate. I’m proven right when I feel hot liquid fill me.

It’s been like this since that night in the copy room. First, it was make out seshs on our breaks and slight touches underneath tables at lunch. But it quickly turned into fucking in empty offices and more often than not the utility closet.

Which is where we find ourselves currently. I’m flattening out my skirt, which I’ve since been wearing more of almost daily now because of our little rendezvous, and Stiles it tying a knot in the condom that he then slips in his pocket. I walk to the door and crack it open just far enough so I can see through into the hall without being seen. The coast seems clear and I look over my shoulder to tell Stiles. I catch him with his head cocked to the side staring at my ass. He quickly looks at me when I clear my throat to grab his attention, and he’s sure to meet my eyes. I laugh and shake my head.

What a horn-dog.

“You coming or are you going to keep staring at my ass?” I scold but there’s humor in my tone.

He rubs the back of his neck with his hand and blushes, but retorts with his usual wit.

“I’ll take both.”

I laugh.”Maybe tonight, Stilinski.”

I glance out the door once more to insure no one is coming. Work proved to be not enough for the both of us. Eventually, we started making late night trips to each other’s house.

Let me clarify:

  1. Stiles and I are not a thing.
  2. We just do things.
  3. That’s how I want it.

I mean I think…

No I do.

“Uh, I can’t tonight.” He says an angst in his voice. This is new, without out fail one of us ends up at the others house for a booty call. We don’t stay. Just get what we want and go.

I’m not sure what to say so I settle for, “Oh.”

I can’t be mad at him, and I’m not. Mostly, I’m disappointed. Sometimes after we’ve fucked, we’ll lay in bed and talk.

Just talk

About random things.

It’s nice to have that with someone.

He hasn’t met my gaze, and I look out the door a final time still speechless. I open the door and exit into the empty hallway. I start walking, and wait to hear the familiar sound of the utility room door opening behind me. Up a head, someone turns the corner and I swallow hard. I know they won’t expect anything from me, but it might look suspicious for Stiles.

I quicken my pace eager to catch the new comer and distract them knowing any second Stiles would emerge.

Finally catching them I see its Brielle. Big boobs and all.

“Hey Bri.” I smile as I walk past her and turn so she has to do a 180 with her back to the door Stiles will be at.

“Hey Y/N.” She squeaks. Her voice is small and mouse-y.

It’s so annoying.

“Uhhhh, what’s up?” I see Stiles walking to into the hallway.

“Nothing, I was just looking for…” She looks over her shoulder hearing approaching footsteps behind her.

“Stiles!” She grins wildly. He nods to her and to my surprise stops and joins our conversation. I crinkle my brows. There’s an awkward silence and no one is talking.

“Well, I’ve got loads to do.” I say jabbing my thumb over my shoulder.

“Kay, see ya.” She’s not even looking at me, only at Stiles. I narrow my eyes at him wondering why he’s not said anything. I leave the pair there in the hall and round the corner just up ahead.

“I’m so excited for tonight!” I hear Bri almost shriek. I freeze for a second then quickly press my back to the wall close to the corner, eavesdropping.

“Yeah, it should be fun.” Stiles says with a weird tone to his voice. I peek around over the side to see them. Bri has her arms strung around Stiles’s waist, while his rest on her shoulders. A small smile adorns his lips.

My stomach drops.

I clench my teeth hard and I feel my breathing shallow.

“I’ll make it fun.” Her voice comes out low and with a seductive twist in her words.

He chuckles. “I don’t doubt that.”

“Maybe I can give you a sneak peak,” she teases as she pulls him towards the room we recently occupied. And he follows her, shutting the door with a click behind them.

Text Message from Stiles (;

What r u doing?

Sent 11:12pm

That was the fifth text message I’ve gotten from him tonight. My stomach dipped for what seemed like the millionth time that day and I turned my phone face down on the coffee table. I grabbed my glass of wine in its place and sat back sinking further into my couch. I was not prepared for what I saw earlier today and I was thoroughly confused. I wanted one night away from all of it, which included Stiles.

I had finished the bottle before I realized it was raining. It was a light storm, with hints of thunder. I felt the definite dizziness in my head from too much wine, but also freedom. I stood from my perch on the couch and sauntered to the kitchen to uncork another bottle of the blood red liquid that’d become my therapist in the last few hours. But as I started sipping, an overwhelming feeling of dread rocked me. 

Stiles is playing me.

I don’t know if Brielle is his other booty call or something else, but I’ve been played for a fool.

“I’m so stupid.” I whisper aloud to myself.

How could I have let this happen. I knew that night I found that picture in Martha’s office that it wasn’t right. But I brushed it off as them being childhood friends or something. Plus, fucking on Martha’s desk was hot as….

“Focus,” I curse.

I set my glass back on the counter and rub my face in frustration. I hear my phone buzzing against the hardwood of the coffee table in the other room. But I know who it is, and I don’t want to talk to him right now. I’m exhausted and confused and I just want to sleep. I head to my bedroom leaving my phone where it lay. I plop face first on my bed, not even bothering to pull down the covers and sheets. I’d already changed into my pajamas, a pair of blue and white polka dotted sleep shorts and a white camisole (no bra), earlier when I got home.

As I lay there slowly drifting to sleep my mind runs through the events that have played out in the last months and half, good and bad. Softly, it lulls me into a deep drunken sleep.

Pounding. That’s what I feel. I clutch my head in attempt to subdue it. It’s hurts so bad it, the pain is almost audible. 

Then it stops. 

My head still aches but there’s no longer the loud banging I associated with my headache. My eyes flutter open with great effort and I’m disoriented. I’m unsure for a moment where I am. The pounding starts again, and it resonates in my head. I realize the pounding is coming from my front door. It’s loud and hard. I sit up slowly and look for my phone as I get off the bed. I can’t find it, so I don’t know what time it is. The pounding persists, then stops, before starting up again.

“I’m coming.” I groan slothily walking to the door. The pounder either doesn’t hear me or the promise of my presences isn’t good enough because they continue.

“I’m coming!” I say again adding a little bass to my voice. I’m in my living room now, still unable to move any faster because of my headache. The pounding continues and my blood boils. I rush over to the door ignoring the pain in my head and rip open the door.

“What?” I growl.

And there he is. Standing on the other side of the door soaking wet and look of pure concern on his face.

Stiles fucking Stilinksi.

“What?” I ask again the same menus in my voice. The rain is coming down hard making him impossibly more wet. I don’t offer him in. He stays silent a half bewildered look on his face. The other half I can’t tell.

“Can I help you with something?” I ask adding as much bit in my words that I can muster.

“What the hell?” He says finally. I know what he’s asking but I play dumb.


“I’ve been trying to talk to you all day!” He snaps. My nerves are alive but I’m push them down.


“What the hell is your problem?” He ask venomously.

“I don’t know, but maybe Bri knows.” I shot back.

He stops and a scared look crosses his face. He searching my face but I’m not sure for what.

“Y/N.” He starts.

“Save it.” I interrupt him before he can even begin to give some half-assed excuse.

“I don’t know what the fuck is going on, or what fucking game you’re playing but I want no part of it.”

“Y/N, I-”

“I don’t care, Stiles!” I shout and I don’t care about the neighbors hearing.

“Just leave me the fuck alone and go be fuck buddies with big boob Bri.”

He looks like he’s going to respond but I shut the door in his face before he can. I lock it, and press my back to the door.

“Y/N” he says again then bangs on the door only once.

I stand there holding myself and the backs of my eyes start to prickle. But I won’t allow myself to cry. Not over him. Not when we were nothing. Ever since the day that I met him, he’s been a pain in my side. I think we both surprised each other when this…I don’t know relationship? No. When it all started. We just let out our pent up aggression out on each other with sex. All the other little things, the things that made this really hard like the late night convos or the secret touches. That was all made up at meaning something in my own head.

I hear my phone buzzing and looking around the room for it. I find it face down on the coffee table and I vaguely remember putting it there. I look at the caller ID, it’s him.

“Hello.” I answer without another thought.

“Let me explain.”

“No.” I respond simply.

“Baby…” He whispers into the receiver.

My stomach does at least eight somersaults at the sound of the nickname. I don’t say anything, because honestly I have nothing to say. He’s caught me off guard.

“Baby, are you still there?”

“Okay.” I say.

“I’m still out here.”

I walk over to the door, turn the deadbolt and open it. He’s standing there like he was before. Soaked to the bone and sexy ass hell. His clothes a clinging to his body in all the right places and I feel wetness forming in my core. His eyes are on mine a darkness in them. He walks forward entering my house and I step back not wavering out gaze. He shuts the door behind him without looking away and we stand there facing one another. The sexual tension between us is increasing by the second and I’m starting to wonder why I’m not riding him right now. I catch his eyes flicker to my lips and back. I smirk at him, and his tongue slides over his bottom lip slowly.

“You’re all wet.” I tell him because I’m not sure what to say.

“So are you.” He retorts stepping closer to me. I don’t move and soon our bodies are almost touching.

“I thought you wanted to talk.” I swallow hard.

He cocks an eyebrow at me. “You want to talk?”

I’m speechless again.

“Okay.” He smirks. “Let’s talk.” He places his hands on my waist and my knees weaken.

“You first.” He prompts.

“Um, well-ahhhh.” I moan as he plants wet kisses along my neck.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” He mutters against me.

“I uh want you to,” I’m distracted as his hands slide up my body and rest on my camisole covered breast. I groan at his touch and I can’t take it anymore. I smash my lips into his, our teeth clash but I don’t care. I’m hungry for him, for a release. I want to loose myself in him. I fumble with the button of his wet jeans, and I’m all fingers and thumbs as I rid him of them with his help. He kicks them aside and he’s wearing only boxers and a wet shirt. I fall to my knees and dip my fingers into his waistband then pull the off too. He’s already hard and his erection is standing at attention. He watches as I kiss his tip tentatively, letting a small hiss escape him. I open my mouth preparing to take him in when he forces himself past my lips and to the back of my throat. I gasp and gag at the same time grabbing his thighs for support.

“You said you didn’t want to play games, baby.” He teased as he slid himself out again slowly. He grabs all my hair in a makeshift ponytail and begins fucking my mouth. Gently at first only going further into my mouth occasionally. But as he gets closer to a release he’s more forcefully. His cock practically living in the back of my throat. Suddenly, he pulls out yanking my head back by my hair away from him. He bends down to kiss me and helps me up as he does so, his lips never leaving mine. I’ve missed his lips, they’re fervent and needy. His hands are wandering again, rubbing against my core, squeezing my waist, and pinching and pulling on my nipples through my top turning them into hard peaks. I am surprised it’s still on, but I eat my words when he forces the neckline of the camisole down exposing my breast causing me to in take a sharp breath. His mouth finds one of the hard peak while the other hand kneads the other breast. I’m groaning and whimpering, my hands roaming through his hair. We start moving backwards till we reach the back of the couch. He begins kissing me all over, my hand behind his head pushing him closer to me.

“Stiles.” I whimper as he’s sucking on my breast again. He’s teasing me and I don’t like it. “Stiles, please.”

He stops and looks at me, sneaking his hand past the waistband of my pajamas shorts.

“No panties?” He smiles making me blush.

“What do you need, baby?” He sounds innocent like the question is genuine.

“Stil-” I gasp throwing my head back as his finger slides down my strip.

“I’m sorry. What was that?” He smiles, and I feel his eyes on me.

He doesn’t give me time to answer as he starts rubbing circles and then figure eights into my clit, interchanging between pressures and motions.

“I uh, s-said to um. Oh my god.” I groan, his rhythm has increased sending a low burning in my belly.

“You’re not making any sense,” he chuckles playfully.

“Fuck Stiles!” I moan loudly.

“Oh,” he said stopping almost instantly at my words “That’s what you want?”

I’m confused at first, not understanding what he means. He spins me around so I am now facing the couch. He makes quick work of my shorts pulling them off and tossing them aside, leaving me clad in only my camisole that’s bunched around my waist. He presses his body against mine, his erection hard on my thigh.

“You want me to fuck you?” He whispered, and before I can even acknowledge the question he comes down hard on my ass. I let out a cry in surprise. He lands another blow on the other cheek making me wetter.

“Is that you want baby?” He asks.

He’s never been like this before, so dominant. He’s in complete control and it’s turning me on more and more.

“Yes.” I breath.

“Good girl.” And he rewards me with another smack. He takes his shirt off adding it to the pile forming on the floor. He grips a hip with one hand, and presses me down into the couch with the other.

“Ready?” He asks, and I smile to myself then nod.

Without warning, he rams his cock into me making me cry out. He stills in me, but grazes his hand over my back.

“How do you want it, princess?”

“Don’t call me that!” I say, and he smacks my ass again.

“I’m going to ask you again. If you don’t answer, I’ll give it to you how I want it.” His tone is dark and hot as hell.

“How do you want it?” He repeats.

“However you want it, princess.” I retort.

I hear rather than see the smirk on his face. I know the face all too well and I picture it in my head, his lips turned down in a smile. Both hands are around my waist now and slowly he begins pumping inside me. I groan at the new sensation, but I become irritated with his speed.

“Faster, Stiles.” I whine.

“But you said how I want it princess. This is how I want it.” He chuckles.

I trying pushing against him to relieve the building heat inside me, but his fingers dig into my hips ensuring bruises.

“Please.” I beg.

“Please what?” he growls still continuing his slowly manner but adding a hard thrust here and there.

“Fuck me.” I say simply.

“I thought that’s what I was doing?” He grins.

I’m getting frustrated, and start squirming.

“Baby, please fuck me.” I whine.

“As you wish, princess.” His words sending waves of need through me.

He starts thrusting faster into me. It’s easy at first but begins to quicken. He’s pounding into me harder and harder, making me let out incoherent versions of his name. The familiar feeling of my orgasm is returning inside me.

“Godddamn, you’re wet.” He grunts slapping my ass again.

I moan this time the blow inching me closer to my edge. He snakes one of the hands that on my waist to my core and begins assaulting it by rubbing fervent circles. I can’t hold on much longer the combination of his thrusts and his fingers doing a number on me.

“Come all over me, baby.” He growls giving me all I need to let go and catapult over my edge hitting my high. My walls tighten around him but he doesn’t relent on his pace. If possible, he becomes even faster. I’m surprised that even though I’ve already came, I can feel the coil in my stomach winding again. He grabs a hold of my hair pulling me against him. We’re both standing and still he’s pounding into me.

“You feel that?” He whispers in my ear. “You feel my dick throbbing?” I do, it throbbing and twitching inside me and I know he’ll come any second. The thought arouses me more then i realize and again I’ve found my high just as Stiles releases hot liquid inside of me.

We’re sprawled out on my bed, having just finished round two. Or was it round three? My eyes are closed, and stiles it tracing patterns on my stomach with his fingers. I think is around midnight, which is a guesstimate based on Stiles telling me earlier that he came over around 10. He’ll be leaving soon, it’s our usual routine. I don’t want him to go, for several reasons. If I’m honest the main one being that I just want him here. But I also know we need to talk about Bri and that whole shit show. Stiles laces his arm over me, and we lay like that for awhile. I know any second he’ll get up so if I want answers I have to get them now.

“Stiles?” I say in my sweetest voice.

He says nothing. I frown and look over at him. He’s laying next to me inches from my shoulder. I can feel him breathing softly against me. He’s featured are soft and slack, clear signs of a blissful sleeper. I smile at him, even though I know he can’t see me.

“Stiles?” I coo again stroking the side of his face.

He hums in response.

“It’s a little past twelve.”

He hums again acknowledging what I’ve said.

“Are you leaving?” I ask a little hopeful he may say.


My heart sinks.

“Well you better get up.” I giggle.

He opens his eyes only half way at me. He looks into my eyes with such intense gaze I have to look away. He pulls my face back to him with his fingers and when I am he brushes his thumb over my lips.

“Can I stay?” He asks. My stomach leaps and my heartbeat quickens.

“Y-yeah.” I stutter. “ if you want.”

Spend The Night (Part 6)

Originally posted by christythedweeb

Summary: Dean and reader spend another night together…

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Pairing: student!Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,500ish

Warnings: language

A/N: *shakes head* These two are just too adorable…

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Ohana - D.H.

Pairing: Dan x reader

Summary: Dan and the reader go on a vacation to Disney’s Aulani resort in Hawaii and v cute

Requested: yes, request hereee:

Warnings: feels

A/N: please enjoy this super long imagine bc i got a little carried away in excitement… also thanks SO MUCH for 300 followers, that’s super cool.


You were sat with your head resting on Dan’s shoulder, overly annoyed at the fact that your flight had been delayed an hour. It was pretty quiet, the airport considerably less noisy now that it was nearing 11:00 at night.

You look around where you and Dan are sitting, noticing several children asleep in their parents’ laps.

“D’you wanna get something to eat?” Dan asks suddenly, interrupting the quiet moment you’d been sharing for the last 20 minutes as he scrolled through tumblr.

You nod against him, hesitant to move from the comfortable position you were currently in.

The two of you stand up, grabbing your backpack’s as you begin walking down the hall of the airport around your gate, hands grasping one another’s, hoping to find something to eat.

Quickly, you notice a small coffee shop not too far from you and squeeze Dan’s hand lightly, waiting until he looks down at you to point in the direction of it. He nods his head, shrugging as the two of you begin to make your way over to it, getting into the small line it had and looking at the menu above you.

You reach the front of the line after a few minutes, Dan ordering for both of you as your phone rings from your pocket.

You step away from the counter, bringing it to your ear as you accept the call, “Hello?”

“[Y/N]!” you immediately recognize the voice as that of your best friend, [Y/B/F/N].

“What’s up?”

“Wait, aren’t you meant to be on a flight to LA right now?”

You let out a sigh, “Yeah, it was delayed,” you pause before laughing lightly, “Why’d you call if you thought I was on a flight?”

“I dunno, thought I’d test my luck… Well anyways, I just wanted to let you know that I found your dress from the other night here, just in case you were wondering where it went.”

You let out a small gasp, “Oh thank goodness.”

“What? Why?”

“I was looking for it everywhere last night, I even forced Dan to help me… That’s my favourite dress, I thought I’d lost it.”

“Oh, well you’re good I guess because it’s here… I can swing by Dan’s flat and drop it off to Phil if you’d like? Since he’s home and all…” she trails off as you smile.

“’Cause he’s home and all’,” you repeat, “More like cause you have a crush on Phil and just wanna see him.”

“Shut up!”

You can tell by her voice that she’s begun to blush and is probably extremely embarrassed by your comments.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding… Yeah, that’d be awesome if you don’t mind.”

“Don’t mind,” she replies quickly, laughing along with you as you find her quick response humorous.

You catch Dan’s eye from where you’re standing a few steps away from him and bid [Y/B/F/N] goodbye before making your way to stand next to him.

He raises his eyebrows at you, questioning who you were on the phone with.

“[Y/B/F/N],” you let out, “She has that dress I was looking for.”

“Oh that’s awesome, I know how much you love that dress.”

You nod in reply, smiling widely at knowing it isn’t lost.

Just then, you hear the baristas at the coffee shop call Dan’s name for your drinks, and watch as he makes his way to the counter to pick them up.

You take yours from him gratefully as he hands it to you, also handing you the muffin you’d wanted, “Thanks babe.”

He nods in reply, smiling at you as you head back to your seats at the gate.

You sit down, placing your backpack at your feet once again and pulling your phone out, scrolling through instagram as you wait for your coffee to cool down enough to drink it.

You spare a quick look at Dan, admiring your boyfriend from the side as he pays close attention to something on his phone.

He looks up abruptly, surprising you as you’re caught staring, cheeks turning red as he laughs at you, “Like what you see, love?”

“Shut up Howell,” you groan, shaking your head lightly as you feel your cheeks heating up.

“You love me.”

You look over at him, pausing for a moment as if you have to think about, “Yeah I suppose I do.”

He rolls his eyes at you, laughing along with you as he wraps an arm around you, pulling you into his side.

Just then, the airport staff announce that your first flight would begin boarding, the two of you standing up excitedly as you prepare to head to LA to get onto a second plane that would take you to Hawaii.

You make your way onto the plane, finding your seats and quickly sitting down.

You look over at Dan, “I’m so unprepared for how long these flights are gonna take,” you groan, acknowledging your slight fear of flying.

“Hey, it’ll be alright,” Dan replies, hands immediately finding yours as his thumbs begin slowly rubbing the back of them soothingly.

You nod, leaning your head onto his shoulder as you close your eyes lightly; comforted by his hands over yours.

Not too long after the plane has taken off, you find yourself drifting off to sleep from your place nearly on top of Dan. Your bodies are as close together as they can possibly be while sitting up. Having lifted the armrest between your two chairs up, one of Dan’s arms is wrapped around your body as you lean against him.

The last thing you feel before drifting off being Dan press a light kiss to your forehead.

time skip to later on the flight:

As soon as you wake up, you immediately notice that Dan has fallen asleep, his head leaning against yours; the two of you somehow closer than when you’d fallen asleep.

You blink a few times, trying to remain as still as possible as to not wake him. You grab your phone from the pocket of your sweater and unlock it, seeing that it’s now 3:00 in the morning.

You shift slightly in your seat anxiously at realizing you still have over 7 hours left on the flight. You were excited to get to Hawaii, it being a place you’d always wanted to visit, but your fear of flying was beginning to put a damper on it.

When you and Dan had first begun planning a vacation, you’d thought of going to Mykonos, being that the flight from London was only around 5 hours, and it was place you both wanted to visit. Phil, who was hanging around the lounge with you guys as you looked at possible vacation spots, had suggested you go to Hawaii.

The two of you had considered the destination for a few days, you more hesitant than Dan to travel there based on the fact that it was a 2 flight trip. After a lot of deliberation on your part, you decided to go, knowing that Dan didn’t always have enough free time to go on vacation and that you should make the most of it.

You’d had a small catch in agreeing though, the catch being that if you and Dan were to travel to Hawaii, you had to stay at Disney’s resort there as you absolutely adored Disney. He had agreed rather quickly, attributing it to the fact that he didn’t care where you guys stayed, as long as you were together.

You’d rolled your eyes as he said it but knew he was telling the complete truth, making the statement even cheesier than it already was.

You shift yet again in your seat, still attempting to remain still enough as to not wake your sleeping boyfriend. You glance around you at the various other passengers, most of them sleeping; the odd overhead light turned on above someone who’s awake.

You unlock your phone a second time, opening the best fiends app, playing from where you last left off. The game distracts you for a short while, quickly becoming too repetitive for your liking, and you sigh as you turn your phone off, shifting in your seat once again. 

You immediately feel guilty as the combination of the two causes Dan to open his eyes. You watch as he lifts his head, blinking rapidly as he yawns.

“‘m sorry,” you let out quietly as to not disturb others aboard the plane, “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“S’alright love,” he mumbles, words slurring together slightly in his tired state.

You lean forward, allowing him to slip his arm from it’s place around you, knowing it can’t be too comfortable having your weight resting on him.

He moves it to rest in your lap, where you immediately wrap it between your hands, nervously playing with his fingers.

“You doing alright, [Y/N]?” he asks concerned, knowing that playing with his fingers was only something you did when you were feeling nervous.

You nod without speaking, forcing your hands and brain to stop in order to stay calm, not wanting to work yourself up in any way.

Dan’s free hand finds it way under your chin, lifting your head, “I love you, and I promise you that the flight will be over before you know it.”

“I know,” you reply, “I just, I’ve just been thinking while you were asleep I guess, I dunno; distractions are hard on your own.”

He nods in understanding, “Well I’m awake now… D’you wanna talk yourself through it?”

You shake your head, “No, I don’t really wanna think about it anymore.”

You can feel your hands beginning to shake and hold them out for Dan to see.

“How about that distraction then?” he replies, immediately holding your hands in his and soothingly rubbing his thumb over the back of one of them.

You quickly nod in agreement, wanting to forget about it and make your way through the rest of both flights.

another time jump to when they land in Hawaii woo:

By the time you’ve landed in Hawaii it’s 7:30 UK time and you and Dan are both ready to fall asleep. Unfortunately for both of you, London is 10 hours ahead of Hawaii, meaning it’s 9:30 in the morning there.

Deciding to have the most relaxing day as you possibly can, you board the shuttle with various other people from your flights that are also headed to Aulani.

Once on the bus, you rest your head on Dan’s shoulder in your seats but are interrupted by the voice of a girl who looks about 15 next to you.

Her cheeks are bright red as she begins stuttering out a sentence, “I-I’m so sorry to bother you, umm, b-but, could I, uhh, could I get a photo?”

You immediately smile, moving off of your boyfriend as he smiles widely at her, “Yes of course, what’s your name?”

“My name’s Rose, I-I actually saw you and Phil at the Chicago TATINOF show.”

“No way,” he answers, genuinely interested in what she has to say, “Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Yes, it was absolutely amazing,” she responds without hesitation.

“I’m glad to hear that.. If you don’t mind giving your phone to [Y/N], she can take the picture?”

You nod, holding your hand out for the cellphone of the girl, smiling widely at the sight of your boyfriend interacting with her.

Watching Dan meet and interact with people who watched his videos made you so incredibly happy, and it never got old no matter how many times you witnessed it. Something about the way he spoke with them always brought a smile to your face, especially at seeing how happy it made him.

After taking the photo, you move to hand the girl’s phone back when she says something surprising, “Actually, could I, err, could I get a photo with you too, [Y/N]?”

Your cheeks immediately turned red, “Yeah, of- of course.”

You hand her phone to Dan, moving over his lap to be beside her, wrapping an arm around her as he takes the photo.

“There,” he says once he’s taken a few.

“Thanks you so so so much, oh my god,” Rose gushes, “I really never thought I’d get to meet you after I missed out on doing so in Chicago.. This is one of the best day’s of my life.”

Dan smiles even wider as she continues, “I’ve been watching you since 2013, and you’re so inspiring to me and your videos are incredible and,” she cuts herself off as she realizes she’s rambling.

“Thank you so much wow, I love hearing about people enjoying my videos. Also did you say 2013? You’ve been watching me for like 3 years?”

She nods, cheeks turning red as he continues, “Wow that’s incredible.. Thank you so much, again.”

She smiles widely as she replies, “Thank you again, for taking a photo with me and just for sharing your life on the internet with everyone; that’s really cool of you.”

“No, thank you, for watching and everything.. I wouldn’t be able to do any of it without people like you.”

She nods, saying thank you one last time before making her way to sit with the rest of her family as the bus begins driving.

“She wanted a picture with me,” you say excitedly as soon as she’s out of earshot.

When you and Dan had first started dating, you’d received a bit of hate from the people who watched him and Phil; especially from people who shipped phan, and it was something you still dealt with every now and again. When his viewers took pictures with you, or just did little things online or in real life that made you feel good, you always got super excited about it; as did Dan.

“I know, I love when people want pictures with you, it makes me feel a lot better,” he replies.

You knew he’d always felt guilty that people who watched him didn’t like you, and had felt especially bad after an incident a few weeks earlier in which a subscriber had said some pretty rude things to you while meeting him and Phil in London.

“I’ve told you a million times, don’t feel bad… I get why they do it, I mean, I was once a Dan and Phil fangirl too.”

He nods, the two of you sitting in silence for the next little while until you finally reach the resort.

You jump excitedly from your seat as soon as the shuttle stops, grabbing your backpack and making your way outside for the driver to pull everyone’s luggage from the underneath compartments.

As soon as yours and Dan’s luggage is out, you grab it as quickly as possible, making your way into the lobby to check in.

“I’m so excited,” you say to him as you wait in the line, practically jumping up and down in excitement with a massive smile on your face.

“I know love,” he replies laughing lightly at you, “Look we’re next, as soon as we drop our things in our room we can go explore, okay?”

You roll your eyes at him speaking to you like a child but agree anyways, too eager to care.

You make your way to the desk, Dan doing most of the talking as you look at everything around you in the lobby.

In a short amount of time, he’s tapping you on the shoulder, room keys and map in hand, “Ready to go?”

You nod your head, waiting for him to lead the way to your room.

You guys reach your room and Dan unlocks the door, as soon as it’s opened you make your way through, dumping your backpack and suitcase on the bed.

“Can we go swimming?” you ask excitedly, opening your suitcase in an attempt to find your bathing suit.

He laughs yet again as he agrees, mumbling something about getting food too because he was hungry.

You nod as you make your way to the bathroom to change, switching places with Dan so he can do the same once you’ve put on your bathing suit.

When both of you are ready, you slip on sunglasses, throwing your room keys, the map, and sunscreen into Dan’s backpack; which you had cleared of everything in order to use it to walk around, quickly throwing the book he’d brought and his laptop into your backpack.

You make your way down the hall, receiving an apologetic smile from the parents of a toddler who’d run by the two of you, accidentally hitting one of Dan’s giraffe-like legs in the process.

The two of you continue down the hall, hand in hand, eventually making your way to the pool.

“I haven’t been swimming in so long,” you comment as you place your bag and some towels down onto the chairs you’d found.

“Me neither, it’s nice to just be on vacation in general,” he replies, shooting you a look that makes your stomach fill with butterflies as if you were still just a girl with a massive crush on him.

Your cheeks turn red as you move towards him, throwing your arms around him in a hug, “It is nice, isn’t it?”

You smile at one another for a moment before making your way to the pool and getting in.

After swimming for a  few hours, having found lunch at some point as well, you and Dan make your way back to your room, you talking animatedly on the way back, “I’m pretty sure we were the oldest people on that slide,” you giggle, one of Dan’s hands around your waist as you walk.

“I think we’re the oldest people here without kids,” he noted, carefully squeezing the two of you past a family walking by you.

“Probably,” you agreed, letting out a small sound of annoyance when he let go of you to retrieve the room key.

“D’you wanna get dinner?”

You scrunch your nose, “Can we order in room service and just cuddle and watch the sunset?”

He smiles at your tone, “Sounds good to me.”

You grin back at him, walking through the door in front of him, “I really wanna get this bathing suit off,” you complain, uncomfortable in it’s annoying in-between wet and dry feeling it currently had.

“Why don’t we order some food and then shower?” he suggests, making his way to the phone on the table by the bed as you pick up the menu.

You flip through it, you and Dan agreeing on (pick your fave food woo). He calls down, quickly ordering before hanging up the phone, “It’ll be up in about half an hour they said.”

You nod, moving to open your suitcase to find some pajamas; inevitably stealing one of Dan’s t-shirts once he hops into the shower.

When he exits the bathroom, you can’t help but admire your half naked boyfriend, only a towel around his hips, “You can shower now love.”

You stand still for a moment, trying to find your words, “You’re really pretty,” you mumble, walking up to him and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek as you make your way to the bathroom.

“I literally have hobbit hair and still smell slightly of chlorine,” he protests.

“You’re pretty all the time,” you argue, shutting the door before turning the shower on, washing your hair and body quickly before getting out and drying yourself off, putting Dan’s shirt on.

You open the bathroom door as you dry your hair, spotting Dan standing on the balcony of your room, looking out towards the beach.

You drop the towel in your hand, making your way out there and slotting yourself in his arms.

“Hi,” he whispered, pressing a light kiss to the top of your head.

You immediately felt yourself smiling, turning around in his arms to press a kiss to his lips. Dan immediately responding as his hands grip your waist.

The moment is quickly interrupted by a knock on the door. You groan as he pulls away, immediately missing his body on yours as soon as he’s stepped to answer it.

You sit down on one of the chairs on the balcony, watching as he interacts with the employee, thanking them as they roll the cart of room service in, placing a tray onto the table just near the balcony.

You smile at them, muttering out a thank you as they leave the room.

Dan makes his way back to the balcony, pulling you up to sit in the chair and pull you into his lap.

“This is nice,” you murmur, turning to straddle him so you can see his face.

“It is,” he comments, “I’ve missed you.” You nod in agreement, both of you acknowledging that you haven’t really had any time to just the two of you since before TATINOF, “I’ve missed you too.”

You let yourself fall into his chest as his hands find their way to your back, lightly tracing shapes onto the lower part of it as you sit in silence.

And there you two stay for the next little while, two people just completely absorbed in one another, not too worried about much else other than each other. You sigh quietly, Dan raising his eyebrows at you questioningly as you pull away.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Your lips find each other’s once again in a completely cliche movie-worthy moment. You let out another almost inaudible sigh, completely enjoying the moment the two of you were sharing, totally content to remain wrapped in Dan’s arms for the rest of your life. 

Ghostly Visions Part 5/12

Not my picture

Warnings: Swearing (as always with my writing) Eventual smut, violence

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Y/N - Your name

A/N - Reader has visions of the future, but is afraid to face what she sees when it comes to Bucky.

Here comes the angst

Ghostly Visions: Part 1 II Part 2 II Part 3 II Part 4 II Part 5 II Part 6 II Part 7II Part 8 II Part 9 II Part 10 II Part 11 II Part 12

It took Y/N everything she had in her to walk across the hall. Quickly she got changed into clothes she could train in. She was just pulling on her tank top when there was a knock at her door. She opened it and Steve came in.

“Hey, you are extremely late for training Missy. I was worried about you, are you okay?” Steve asked and Y/N smiled at him

“Yeah babe, I am fine. I just overslept. Let me just grab my water bottle and we can go.” Y/N said and she started to walk over to the kitchen but stopped at the counter grabbing it to steady herself. The vision was coming, she had to fight it. A wavy of dizziness washed over her and she knew what was coming.

“Shit Steve. Get…..I need…..Banner” With that she fell to the ground. Her whole body tensed and she was pulled into the fetal position. Steve ran over to her and barked at Friday.

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call to arms

A certain Colonel and a particular Lieutenant have gone too long without being in one another’s arms.

This started out as angsty but quickly spun into a very large ball of fluff and I have no shame

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Detention(Isaac Lahey One Shot)

Originally posted by teel-me-that-you-need-me

Requested: Yassss (14)

Warnings: Kinda Cute. Wish this would happen to me.

Word Count: 839

The day had dragged on. You were ready to go home. You didn’t want to stay here any longer. You looked up at the clock, and you were brought back to reality.

“It’s only 11:30, Y/N.” You thought, turning around to face the teacher again. You placed your head in your hands, which led to placing your head in your arms, which led to you hiding your face in the crook of your elbow as you slowly began to drift asleep.

When you thought only moment had passed, someone was nudging your arm. Your head shot up, and you looked around, the boy sitting next to you stifling a laugh. You scowled, muttering a, “what do you want?” To him.

He pointed his pen at a glaring Mr. Harrison, and you rolled your eyes so far into your head, you could see the brain cells you were losing by even staying awake in his class.

“Miss Y/N,” The old little man said as he made his way to where you were sitting. You groaned, and sat up as you awaited your punishment.

“What were you doing?” He asked, as if he didn’t already know. You squinted your eyes at him and gave a sarcastic smile.

“You know exactly what I was doing!” You say, full of sass. “I was sleeping. And you wanna know why? Cause I was up till 2:00 am studying for THIS class, Mr. Harrison!” You exclaim, a few snickers coming from the other students.

“Miss Y/N, school is no place for sleeping.” He said curtly, “Right, and school is no place for studying!” You shot back. “Detention. Today, after class.” He said, and returned to the lesson. You felt your insides dying as you let your head drop.

You carried on with the day, and before you knew it, the last bell had rung. You made your way back to Mr. Harrisons room.

“Well, well, well. Look who actually showed up.” He snapped, at you. You rolled your eyes, and took a seat on the edge of a desk.

“What do you want done?” You asked, already annoyed. He smiled evilly, and pointed out the different tasks.

“I want the board cleaned, the counters and shelves dusted, the books organized, and that entire back wall scrubbed until it shines.” He explained.

Your eyes widen as he tosses you the keys to the cleaning supply closet.

“You’re free to go at 5:30.” He said.

“Wha-how am I supposed to clean a brick wall? And those shelves haven’t been dusted since 1994! I’m going to get asbestos disease!” You cried, pocketing the keys. He shrugged, showing no mercy.

“Would you rather clean the boys locker room?” He asked, and you shook your head quickly.

“Good, then get to work.” He walked out, and you sat on the desk for a moment, contemplating your life decisions. The nap could have waited till lunch or study hall. But no, you had to go and be the sassy know it all that you were.

You unlocked the cabinet, put on some music, and put your earbuds in, as you got busily got to work. You took all the books, and slammed them harshly on Mr. Harrison’s desk.
You were a good 10 minutes in, before you felt a person’s presence. You turned around to see a large figure standing in the doorway. As he stepped into class, you let out a sigh of relief. It was just that boy from class, Isaac.

You would never admit it, but you found him unhealthily attractive. You put a hand over your beating heart, and took out your earbuds, putting the book you were holding down on a desk.

“What’s up?” You asked, walking towards him cautiously. He shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Just wanted to see how you were doing. Someone told me you got slammed.” He said, sitting on the edge of a desk. You laughed looking at the tiles that made up the floor.

“Need any help?” He asked, going to look at the list you made on the board. You shrug.

“Only if you really want to get down and dirty. This place hasn’t been cleaned since it was opened.” You say, and he chuckles.

“Ya. It should be…interesting.” You agree and toss him a new eraser.

“Start on the blackboard. I’ll be over in a sec,” You order, dusting off the rest of the counter. You proceed to head up to the board, cleaning it tentatively.

“W-why are you helping me?” You asked suddenly, after moments of silent work.

He mutters something under his breath, before pausing his work for a second.

“Cause for some reason, I’m attracted to you.” He said. You were rendered speechless, as you mauled that one over.

“Would it be weird if I said same?” You asked quietly. You watched a smile creep onto his face as he shakes his head.

“Not at all.”

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