oh and feel free to add anything i might have missed


REQUEST (ANON)Will you please do Steve x Reader smut involving muscle worship like biting his bicep or some thing like that? Or maybe this has been written before would you rec these kind of fic? I love muscular men Jesus help me . 

I personally don’t know any other fics like this , but I hope someone can help you out . I hope you like this nonnie. 

A/N - Thank you Taw @supersoldierslover so much .I love you .

Also I decided to jump on the A/B/O bandwagon with this one-shot because why the fuck not. I love reading them and this is my extremely poor attempt at writing it. But I still hope you like it.

WORDS - 2.2K

WARNING- Smut, oral (mr/fr) , vaginal sex.NSFW GIFS (that’s it I guess. If I missed anything , feel free to tell me , I will add it.)

Originally posted by perfectfeelings

“Urghhh ,Hrmph ….” The sounds of grunts and groans , thudding of the punching bag and clinking of the machines filled the gym . Everyone watching from the sidelines as Steve tried to relieve his frustration. Every omega that tried to walk towards him he’d just hiss and scare them  away . It was a little comical to you . To see Steve who was usually the most calm , just going through tens of punching bags , sweat dripping from his face and his perfectly toned abs , down his juicy thighs.

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anonymous asked:

can you do a daddy!dom!phil and dom!pj with bottom!dan? if you could have dan call pj something like sir that would be great too. Feel free to add anything

Yo I went a bit nuts with the “add anything”. Includes daddy!kink, exhibitionism, degradation , toys, fisting, double penetration, Dan being a little cock/cumslut jfc someone stop me.

Phil loves living with Dan, there’s no question about it. When it comes to roommates, Dan’s the full package; he’s Phil’s best friend, so he always has someone to talk to and play video games with, but he’s also his boyfriend, which means blowjobs and cuddles, too. He has all the other attributes of a great roommate as well – he cooks and cleans up after himself and always pays his rent on time. It’s very rare that they squabble and if they do it’s over something silly that’s resolved by the time they head to bed together. They’re perfect for each other, but the only problem with having such an incredible all-in-one human like Dan is that they tend to forget other people exist. It’s never on purpose, they just have a habit of getting caught up in their little life together and end up neglecting their other friends. That’s why, when Phil realises it’s almost been a year since they’ve seen PJ, he picks up the phone and invites their old friend around.

Another thing Dan and Phil don’t do as much as they used to is drink, so when the curly-haired 26-year-old turns up at their door, green eyes twinkling and right hand clutching a bottle of Jack Daniels, Phil knows it’s going to be an interesting night.

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More Like Her || Archie Andrews

Originally posted by jubillee

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pairing : Archie Andrews x Reader

warnings : upset reader, bitchiness??

summary : You’ve been friends with the gang for all your life, even dating Archie, you thought you’d like Veronica like everyone else but you start to think Archie is cheating on you with her so that’s not okay.

a/n : thanks you all for requesting for being on my tag list, but for now i will not be adding more people. also, i was listening to this song, it might put a good mood setter for this imagine! 

posting schedule : wednesday, friday, sunday!

     You thought she was a nice girl. Everyone thought Veronica would make a nice addition to your group of friends, you thought that Ronnie was cool that she would fit in nicely. You thought that for a while before you started to pick up on some things that never would add up in a normal person’s mind.

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Don’t We Belong?

Christoffer Schistad’s foot nervously taps away against the wooden flooring outside Noora Sætre’s room. He runs his hands through his hair, not believing that he’s actually going to do this. Why does he care? He pats his navy blue, bomber jacket and black t-shirt, before checking the pockets of his jeans for his phone. It’s to help divert himself from the stress of the situation at hand. 

Before he has any time to retreat or think over what he’s going to say, Noora opens this door. Noora, clearly not expecting Chris to ever show up at her home, is stunned, her eyes wide and a crisp look of confusion coating her face. She opens her mouth, cocking her head in front, trying to seem calm. 

Just do it, Chris encourages himself as he twiddles with his fingers. “I need to talk to you!” he blurts out, thinking that it’s best to rip off the bandaid. 

Noora sighs, her shoulders relaxing. “If this is about William, I am –” 

“It’s about Eva,” Chris interrupts, standing there. 

Without him having to explain himself, Noora already knows what he’s come to talk about Eva for. She offers him a soft, sympathetic smile, before stepping back and motioning for him to come into her room. 

Chris takes a deep breath, nodding his head, then walking in. As he passes her, he mumbles a ‘thank you’. Chris looks around, lost, not knowing how to continue this. 

However, Noora helps him about my gesturing for him to sit down on the plush rug with her. Next, knowing that this man is stressed more than ever, Noora pours tea out from her teapot into two cups. Silently, with an encouraging smile, she hands a cup to Chris, who’s sitting cross-legged in front of her, just like her. 

Once again, he says a ‘thank you’ and Noora knows that this politeness has come from Eva’s doing. She probably forced it into the man. 

“So?” Noora starts, wanting him to open up about what he’s thinking, instead of her just telling him. 

Chris gulps, avoiding her gaze. And the images and the things he’s heard and seen come rushing back to him. Promptly, he sets the cup onto the floor before looking up at Noora. 

“I can’t be what Eva wants me to be,” he confesses. “I can’t be that perfect boyfriend for her.” Noora’s expression turns to one of sympathy as she tilts her head to the side. Noora has a confiding vibe to her, allowing Chris to fluently open up to her. 

“I don’t know what we are. But what I know is that we only ever make out with each other, sleep with only each other. Sometimes, on good days. she’ll make me breakfast or it’s me,” Chris hurriedly explains, clearly frightened by giving too much of his feelings away. But the bottle of feelings has been tipped and lid is lost. “I drive her to or back from school and she hangs out at my place on the weekends. I’ll accompany her for dinner and we’ll go exploring the streets of Oslo if a party isn’t what we’re looking for.” 

Noora takes a sip of her tea, trying to formulate a response that will comfort him. However, he goes on. 

“But I heard Vilde say that her and this boy -” 

“Adam,” Noora quietly fills in, giving him that extra piece of information. 

“Yeah. Evan and Adam are cute. Other people say that they’ve become close. . I guess what I really want to ask you is… Does Eva have feelings for him?” 

And Noora’s heart breaks. Never has she ever seen Chris Schistad open up to anyone. . he may have to Eva, but this is new. And, therefore, it helps her understand that the idea of ‘Eva and Adam’ really bothers Chris. Most importantly, it tells Noora that Christoffer cares very much for Eva. And in the romantic away. 

Noora speaks up, “You need to talk to her, Chris. I cannot speak on her behalf.” 

Chris looks at Noora, a little infuriated by her response. However, realisation hits him and he ducks his head, then nods in understanding. 

Chris gets up, thanking Noora for the help, before opening the room’s door. However, Noora stops him when the door has been opened up halfway. “Christoffer, whatever you do, make sure you do what feels right? Okay? And don’t hurt Eva in the process.” 

Chris, without even looking at her, nods before leaving. 

That night, Chris gathered his courage and invited Eva to a park they’ve visited together, frequently, for eating, before Eva leaves to go party. 

Chris sits on the bench of the bench, arriving sharply at five minutes to nine, at night.  

He goes over all the things he can possibly tell her, all the ways he can express himself without making her mad. He goes over all the ways he can stay calm when she brings up Adam’s name. . which he’s more than sure she will. 

After all, she finally found someone to love. 

“Schistad, you alright?” Eva’s bubbly voice calls, from a few metres away. Chris snaps his head in time to see her arrive at the bench and then take a seat. 

He smiles weakly at her, before diverting his attention to passing her a sandwich and a beer. Eva thanks him, grinning, before turning to face him, and propping her elbow onto the back rest of the park bench. She’s wearing a dark blue flannel and white t-shirt, which has been tucked into her pair of high-waisted jeans, which have been tightened by a black belt. 

Chris catches the way she shudders, so he begins to shuffle asking, “Why didn’t you wear a coat?” 

Eva shrugs, “I’m going to a party and then I’ll be warm. I’d forget to take my coat back home.” 

Chris shakes his head, before draping his dark blue, winter coat over her. “Better?” he asks, softly. 

Eva’s fingers pull his coat closer, but then she’s lost in his eyes. He’s staring at her with such gentleness that it captivates her. There’s a softness to his features that Eva has noticed a few times before, but until now, she never realised what it was. They’re close to each other. 

And Chris looks like he wants to kiss her right then and there. 

But Chris snaps out of his trance and shakes his head, to compose himself. 

“I - uh –” Just ask her already, Chris! Being subtle, he shudders, asking, “Who - Who’re you going with?” 

Eva’s mouth breaks into a teasing grin as she looks at him. She cocks her head to the side, playfully asking, “You concerned I won’t be safe?” Chris chuckles at that. He wants to reply ‘yes’ but for his ego he also wants to say ‘no’. Eva takes care of that problem for him, when she adds, “Noora isn’t coming and Vilde, Sana and Chris are going to come late but I have to leave early so Adam’s taking me.” 

Chris opens his mouth to say something but then doesn’t. He sighs, leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He buries his head in his hands, as he takes a deep breath. 

Eva chews her bite slowly, as she inspects him. “You alright?” 

Right as she finishes her question, Chris sits up right, quickly questioning, “You and Adam?” 

Eva puckers her lower lip, asking, “Me and Adam?” 

The tone of her voice tells Chris that she doesn’t understand what he’s asking. He’s already done damage, might as well go through with this. “You guys a thing, now?” 

Eva’s eyes widen in disbelief as it sinks in. Then she chuckles humourlessly, getting up and throwing her sandwich onto the bench. “So this is why you called me out here? Hm? Because you don’t want me to do anything with Adam?” Her arms are crossed over her chest, giving evidence of her unhappiness. 

Chris gets up as well, his anger building up. “Well, have you?” 

“Fuck you, Schistad!” Eva replies, confidently, not missing a beat. 

“You have!” Chris fights back, weakly. All he is is scared. Fuck, he thinks to himself, understanding what that means: he doesn’t want to lose Eva Mohn. 

“I don’t know if you know this Chris, but we’re not a couple. Nor are you my father. So, you don’t get to go around and disapprove the boys I hang out with, alright? I don’t give a flying fuck if it hurts your ego!” Eva says. Her heart stings at her words. 

Chris looks at her, a sudden confidence covering his face. Shit, Eva thinks, oh, shit, he’s about to argue real good. 

“Not a couple?” Chris chuckles, just like Eva had moments ago. He takes a small step closer to her. “Okay, what about you sleeping at my house? What about us going out for lunch and dinner together? What about you not running away the next morning?” 

“Stop,” Eva says through gritted teeth, as she momentarily closes her eyes. 

Chris shakes his head, just as she opens her eyes, sensing he’s taken another step towards her. Now, he’s standing chest to chest. His hand, sneakily, grabs hold of hers. “What do you call staying up late to talk to each other, until one of us falls asleep? What about hanging out and kissing?”

“Don’t do this, Chris,” Eva pleads, her voice cracking. 

“What do you call holding hands and going for strolls?” Chris desperately asks. Sighing, he finalises how this is going to work out. “Tell me you like him and not me and I’ll go away.” 

“Chris,” Eva objects, getting impossibly close to him, her hand now wrapping around his tightly. She takes a shaky breath, before tilting her head to look at him. “I love you,” she confesses, then brings her free hand to cup his cheek. Chris’s eyes widen at her words as his heart skips a few beats. His stomach erupts and the jitters consume him. Eva giggles. “I love you so God damn much, Christoffer.” 

Chris’s mouth hesitantly breaks into a grin. Then they laugh and he crashes his lips against hers. They laugh into their kiss, happy that they finally figured this out. Whatever they were. 

But now . . now, they’re dating. They’re in love. 

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“Attention! Attention! May we have your attention please?” Fred, George and Lee were standing on an improvised stage in the three broomsticks. The pub was filled with busy chatting students, but now they were quieting down.

“My dear fellow humans.” Stated Fred. “Today has been a wonderful day, with one exception.” He looked around the crowd with a cheeky grin on his face.

“That one exception being the tragic disappearance of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, who have somehow managed to get lost on their way here. Now I don’t think that they mean lost in the traditional sense, after all who hasn’t lost themself in those eyes as green as a fresh pickled toad?” And George shot a meaningful look at his sister, who sat curled up with Luna near the fire.

“Oi! Don’t look at me! I never wrote that!” Shouted Ginny, offended.

“You didn’t?” Asked George surprised.

“No, I didn’t. I am not the one here who made up a song about Ronald’s keeper qualities, now, am I?”

Right at that moment the door of the pub opened to reveal a slightly flustered and out of breath Harry and Draco, who were very openly holding hands.

“Potter..?” Whispered Draco in Harry’s ear. “Why is everybody staring at us?”

“I don’t know.” Whispered Harry back. “But I have the idea it might be because we’re holding hands.”

Draco gave himself a mental slap in the face. He hated missing the obvious.

“Ha! Gay!” Shouted Seamus, as he held up his own hand to reveal Dean was holding it. His words broke the silence and a storm of buzz went through the students. Ron was gaping at Harry with a flabbergasted look on his face, while Hermione gave him a knowing smile. Harry wasn’t sure what it was exactly that she knew, but he was glad to see her being happy nonetheless.

He had turned it into his personal mission to make as many people happy as possible after the war. Starting by breaking up with Ginny because she and Luna worked way better, followed by his blessing of Ron and Hermione, even if their frequent snogging made him feel left out. Draco had originally not been on his list, but after their quite fun afternoon Harry felt himself willing to add him. Draco might even be able to make Harry himself happy, if Merlin allowed it.

“Classy people you Gryffindors.” Draco straightened his back, he wasn’t going to let people in on how nervous he actually felt, standing here hand in hand with Harry while half the student body stared at them.

“Well! It seems like our last couple has finally decided to bless us with their presence! There’s still a spot free for the two of you near our other pair of fresh lovebirds.” And Lee indicated towards Dean and Seamus.

“We’re not together Jordan. Don’t be absurd.” Draco didn’t sound like he meant it though.

“It’s best to just go with it Malfoy. They won’t let us live it down anyway.” Whispered Harry in his ear. Draco wasn’t sure what he thought of Harry’s face so close to his, but decided now was not the time to figure it out.

Lee and the twins continued their speech while Harry and Draco made their way to Dean and Seamus. “What happened to you?” Asked Harry, pointing at the sling around Seamus’ neck which held his wounded arm.

“Fell of the bed during rough sex?”

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A Father-Daughter Dance // A Phan One-Shot

Genre: family fluff, parent!phan

Words: 3.8k

Relationship status: married

Warnings: implied homophobia 

Summary: Izzy’s class is holding a Father-Daughter Dance. However, there’s a bit of an issue – Izzy has two dads.

A/N: Yes, I know it’s Mother’s Day here in America, but I really wanted to post a story today, so…yeah lol it’s what I had next to be posted, so…we’re just going to roll with it. 

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Just for Fun

I had one anon request for Soulless!Sam smut, and one anon request for Sam overhearing your desire for him in a conversation with Cas that ended in teasing and rough smut. I combined the two for this dirty little piece. Hope you enjoy! XOXO

Word Count: 2550

Warning: smut, language

“Can I ask you a question, Y/N?” Cas looked at you across the table, blinking furiously after staring at your laptop for at least the last hour.

“Of course, Cas, what is it?” you replied, glad to take a break from the huge and insanely boring text in front of you.

“It’s about the pizza man.”

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Sweet Like Sugar Venom by @aknightfornawt

“Where are you?”

She looks behind her at the roadside restaurant with its buzzing neon sign. “Peaches? Across from that flower shop on the…”

“God, you owe me,” Jon says.

Jon x Sansa Clueless AU

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New York // Part 1

hi. um, sorry I haven’t been really active on here, I didn’t have any motivation to do any of the texts or write one shots or anything like that. although after Harry’s performance on snl I was like yanno what I really wanna write somet about it so here it is. well, the first part. I am planning on writing the part where he’s on set and stuff I just kinda had to intro the whole thing plus I guess it was about time I posted somet as well. hope you enjoy it, make sure to tell me if you have any ideas or if I should start one shots which are continueous? I’ve seen some people do that and it seems interesting, it’s not so much as a fanfiction because the events wouldn’t be happening after each other but they would have some connection. wow I’m rambling but tell me what you think! happy easter guys! 🐰 oh and you can follow me on my main blog which is hesasnowflake bc i kinda got back onto it? idk up to you. oh that’s also my twitter if you wanna give me a cheeky follow lmao shameless promo x have fun reading this tho also idk when part 2 will be out so keep an eye on this blog or just turn the post notifications on. lotta love, xoxo -b


Travelling was always one of my favourite things to do and so when it meant it will excuse me from doing other things I was supposed to, I just loved it that much more. Working on assignments wasn’t near as much fun as packing a suitcase, getting a plane ticket then driving to the airport and getting on a plane to get somewhere else in the world.

Honestly, there was nothing better.

Even though many people don’t like long flights I personally enjoyed it. I liked going on different planes, experiencing different journeys with different people. I know I might sound like a right weirdo at this moment and time but I’m only telling you the truth.

And so going back to the beginning, where I was saying I loved travelling just a little bit more when it meant I didn’t have to do certain things – well, at least for a little while – that was exactly the situation I was in right now.

My luggage was already checked in and I went through security as well so I had the chance to get myself a nice cup of coffee from Starbucks with a sandwich which I ate at one of the tables there. Feeling extra happy, I pulled my phone out of my hoodie pocket and pressed down on the button on the device so that my screen lit up. A smile made its way onto my face as I saw unread messages from my best friend who also happened to be my boyfriend.

Harry: you’re still coming right? I’m absolutely flipping nervous

Harry: oh crap I’ve gotta go, we’re doing an intro ad thing for the show. see you soon hopefully. love you x

A light chuckle left my lips as I clicked out of the message and opened another one from my lovely mother who was asking me if I made it onto the plane yet or if I’m still at home, lying around on the couch. Well what can I say I was never one to leave in time or make it in time to somewhere therefore I wasn’t surprised when I saw her messages.

Instead of texting her back, at which I was absolutely terrible but I think that was already shown when I never answered Harry, I clicked on her contact name and called her.

“Hey love, are you at the airport yet? Are you all checked in, yeah?” she asked me straight away, not even letting me take a breath before she flooded me with her questions.

But I guess mums will always be like this, right? And I should be grateful she’s like this with me because most children don’t have the opportunity to have a good relationship with their mothers or parents in general. 

“Hi mother, yes, I am at the airport and yes I am checked in,” I laughed as I lifted my cup full of hot coffee which may I add very rarely drank. I wasn’t the biggest fan of coffee but I needed it in that moment.

“Very well then,” she sighed. I heard soft clicking noises in the background so I knew she was working on something like she always did. It was as if she never stopped. If she wasn’t at work she was cleaning the house, the garden or doing extra work at home. I guess you could say she was really work-orientated, she liked keeping herself busy at all times. “Have you talked to Har yet?”

“Hmm,” I hummed as a huge smile appeared on my face again. My mum and dad called Harry “Har” and he loved it and it just made me very-very happy because they got along so well. “Although he had stuff to do so we didn’t talk on the phone.”

“Right, he is a busy man, isn’t he?”

“He is,” I agreed. “Anyways, I think I should get my laptop out and do some work so I don’t have to do all of it when I get back. I know for a fact I’m not gonna do anything while in New York.”

“That’s great thinking, my love. Looks like you inherited some of my drive to do work whenever wherever,” she laughed.

We talked for a few more minutes then she had to excuse herself because she had a Skype interview with one of the applicants or something like that. I guess you could say my mum was a boss-kinda-person at work meaning that she was an important member of the company she worked with.

While I had my laptop open and my drink in my hand I didn’t really do much although I didn’t expect any less or any more from myself. Basically, I just wasted my time until I had to pack my stuff away and get my arse on the plane. Which might I add was happy about. How could I not been happy about it?

Finally, I was going to New York. Not to mention the fact that I was also going to be seeing my amazing boyfriend who I miss very much.


Those eight hours on the plane didn’t even do anything to me. Probably because I slept all the way through which was clearly shown in the fact that my phone’s battery was dead since I forgot to plug it in once we were in the air and I was listening to music throughout the journey.

When I got through the security and immigration which was literally the longest bloody thing ever, I got my stuff then sat down inside and got my laptop out. It took me about fifteen minutes to connect to the free Wi-Fi which was terrible on its own so that just added to my stress and small amount of panic which was starting to build up within me.

I had to get a hold of Harry somehow because stupidly enough I didn’t tell him the time my flight would be arriving here and I also didn’t let him buy my tickets. Well, he helped me out because he truly insisted but he just transferred money onto my card, which honestly was more than I needed so I sent it back to him and only used a small amount of it, and I was the one who bought the tickets.

Once I was on the internet, I clicked on my messages which were blowing up, all of them from Harry. I didn’t even bother reading them I just clicked on the little bar and started typing out what I wanted to tell him before that stupid free Wi-Fi cut off.

Me: hii, I’m here and I’m stuck lol. my phone’s dead cos I never charged it on the plane so if you could come get me from the airport that would be lovely. sorry for not telling you when I was landing, I totally forgot. I’ll be outside but don’t bother replying bc the wifi is shit and I’ll probs won’t get your messages. I love you see you soon x

To send that message it took me like another ten minutes and just when I thought it would never go through, it said “Delivered” under it. I felt the built up pressure leave my shoulders as I almost closed my laptop off but then I saw his message pop right up.

Harry: good thing I have amazing connections right? I figured I’d find out when you’ll arrive because I know you and I had a feeling you’d end up stranded at the airport

Me: wait what you spied on me little fucker smh well at least you’re here right I’m really hungry haz hurry up please the wifi will go away pls xxxxxxx

Harry: get up your ass then and come out. I’m in a white Audi right as you come out the sliding glass doors

I smiled reading that message. I didn’t even bother putting my laptop away I just closed it down, put my backpack on my back then with my macbook in one of my hands and my suitcase in the other I started making my way out of the airport.

The sun was brighter than my future in that moment and I absolutely regretted not taking my sunnies out but it didn’t matter too much as soon as I set my eyes on the car which he mentioned in his text.

Squinting, I walked towards the car and as I was about to open the door, the window rolled down at the driver’s seat.

“Hey, what are you doing?” asked the lad as I looked at him, one of my hands coming in contact with my forehead so that I could keep the sun out of my eyes.

I could feel my cheeks heat up as I looked at the stranger, confusion taking over me completely.

“I-I’m so sorry sir, I thought-, my boyfriend,” I stuttered as I didn’t know what the actual hell to say. Was Harry seriously taking the piss? “I’m sorry, I’m going now,” I told the man as I reached out to my suitcase handle then pulled it behind myself.

I couldn’t believe how big of a dick Harry was. Did he find that amusing? Well, knowing his crazy ass he most probably did. And he definitely saw it all happening from one of the cars.

I crossed my arms once I put my laptop away in my backpack and leaned back on the seats. I honestly didn’t find this shit funny at the beginning then as I started to get over it, I begun to chuckle slightly until I realised I was shaking my head and grinning like crazy.

This was not the first time he had played me like that. We’re always like this with each other though. Some people would say we are too immature for our ages but I mean we couldn’t care less about their opinions. This was another reason why we worked so well together with Harry.

“Now that, my friend, was absolutely hilarious!” looking to my left I saw him walking closer, looking bloody gorgeous as always as his deep voice made a few people look at us.

His outfit was full black like always, his skinnies hugging his legs perfectly and his dark coloured shirt was so see-through you could easily make out the butterfly on his tummy and the swallows on his chest. He was fricking perfect and he knew it. Well, I was hoping he did because he was.

He was laughing by the time he got to me and all I did was shake my head and stood up, my hands still folded together and pressed against my chest.

“You’re just so funny, aren’t you?” I asked him, arching a brow while the tone of my voice was nothing but pure sarcasm.

“That I am, baby, that I am,” he smiled as he put his arms out, ready to pull me into a hug and boy did I waste any time? The fuck I didn’t! I almost flew into his arms, my body literally smacking into his and he had to take a few steps back as I basically fell onto him. “I missed you too, love,” he laughed quietly.

His arms wrapped around me in a tight hug, his chin resting on the top of my head then later he pressed a few kisses onto my hair. I hid my face in the crook of his neck as my hands wrapped around it and locked my fingers together at the nape of his neck. I sighed as I let myself melt in his touch, in his hug, in his arms.

“I love you,” I whispered as I pressed my lips against his skin for the shortest second then pressed my temple against his neck before I pulled away.

“I love you more,” he kissed my forehead as he let his hands slip off of me; down my arms and in the end he intertwined our fingers. Bringing them to his lips, he kissed my knuckles while he shut his eyes, not minding one bit that we were still out in the public.

Once he let go of me he took my hand in one of his hand and got my suitcase in the other one. I rolled my eyes as I saw we were nearing a black Audi and not a bloody white one. I could hear him chuckle as he opened the boot and put my luggage in and I just got in the passenger seat at the front.

Soon enough he was sitting next to me, buckling his seatbelt in and starting the car right away.

“Hand?” he held his right hand out to me as he looked to the left to see if any cars were coming and I just had to give in. Making sure my sigh was loud enough, I put my left hand into his and he once again intertwined our fingers. “I’ve gotta nip to the studio real quick to sign some papers with Jimmy. D’you wanna come or should I take you to mine first?”

“Whichever works for me,” I shrugged. “If yours is too out of the way I’ll just go with you and then we can get some food because I’m still starving then go home.”

“Sounds like a plan.”


And so that is what we did. Harry quickly went into the studio and he was out within ten minutes. I was dying at that point, my potential jetlag and hunger both doing my head in.

“Okay-okay, what d’you wanna eat, hm?” he asked me as his hand found its home on my thigh, gripping it a bit here and there.

“Dunno, don’t care,” I muttered. “Whatever’s close s’fine by me.”

“I’m guessing you don’t wanna go in, right?” I shook my head no and he hummed in response. “Have you ever had Taco Bell before?”

“Do I look like I spend all my time in America like some poeple?” I asked back sassily. I was tired and hungry with a headache on top. I wanted to cuddle Harry and sleep. And food of course.

“Drop the attitude, sunshine. I’m not up for it.”

“Well I’m not either so that makes two of us,” I told him right away. “Take your hand off of me now and take me home. I can’t be arsed getting food now.”


It took us twenty minutes to arrive at Harry’s penthouse that he rented while he was in New York or he owned it. I honestly didn’t have a clue and I couldn’t care less. I wanted a bed and nothing else. I was starting to get in a pissy mood and I didn’t like it because I knew Harry didn’t need my stress on top of his.

Throwing my stuff on the floor I found my way upstairs and into a bedroom which most probably wasn’t the one Harry was staying in because it was way too clean and I didn’t see anything in this room apart from the basics.

Shutting the door behind me rather strongly I plopped down on the bed, slowly crawling under the sheets and putting my head on the pillow. My eyes were shut right away and I felt content. Relaxed. Cool.

In that moment I also knew I should’ve stuck it out, taken my attitude back and get food instead of coming home but oh well. I made a scene already so it didn’t matter. Especially not after I fell into a deep slumber.

we hate sterek because we’re homophobes?

funny, i thought our hatred of sterek stemmed from it’s entitled, overbearing fandom, with an inability to allow room for other ships and characters at cons and from authorial interviews, it’s tendency to dramatize and diminish abusive behavior, refusal to think of male/male pairings in anything other than heteronormative roles, misogynist double standards, erasure of people of color, demoting the one canon queer character as a prop to canon cishet males, their undying love of ableist slurs, their mistaken assumption that their shipping is somehow equal to queer rights activism, their inability to take criticism or look beyond their own privilege, and their fucking egregious misreading of the text.

Two Moons (pt.1)

Word Count: 1144

Genre: Fluff/Angst (?)

Pairing: Chanyeol/Reader/Sehun ft. EXO

Summary: You’ve been dating him for two years, but now you see him less and less. You try to adapt and live your life normally with the boys at the apartment. 

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Taking Course (LISTENING PART.2)

Originally posted by nestorquik

(( gif not mine - how I feel trying to write this ))



1. I just read your ethanXreaderXtyler and the ethanXreader and I loved them both! Any chance you’ll add a part 2 to either story??

2. brooooooo Listening was super good!!! you should totally make a part 2, and maybe even both an Ethan ending and a Tyler ending?? (I’m more of an Ethan girl myself but). anyways I really like your writing, keep it up!!! 💕

3. And then a whole lot of comments on the story ASKING for this bullshit

Warnings: SwEaring biTcHH



A couple days have past since then. By a couple, I mean a month.

By a month, I mean a month and three weeks.

You were terrible, and you knew it. Even with an issue seemingly as important as this, a concept of time management never seemed to stick. A fact alone being that you didn’t want to deal with the problem. A bratty way of dealing with anything really. You just didn’t want to break down crying, right now.

You were terrible, you knew.

Tyler and yourself didn’t share a house; didn’t live together. He lived with Mark and Ethan. You stayed at your own apartment still and you were quite thankful for that. Not knowing Tyler for very long saved you some blows but still nine months, and you were already talking about moving in.

Which you found ultimately dumb. How could something as stupid as the reason behind this fight, crack future plans like those. If it could, then you had something wrong.

He didn’t listen to you. You didn’t want to get hurt, he didn’t listen, and deliberately hurt you. With a foam arrow, granted, but why didn’t he listen?

Because he thought it would be funny? Because he didn’t think it would really harm you in any way?

A stupid, dumb, fucking piece of shit foam arrow. It pisses you off how fucking simple it was. Why did it make you so mad? A toy arrow, oh my gosh, soo scary. It hit you in the throat, yeah, full force.

But holy shit. What pissed you off was the fact he always did things like that. In front of Ethan; in front of Mark. Took chances that might hurt you. Simple ones, that made you feel unsafe…


A very sudden shout startled your thoughts.

You rolled from your plush bed, slipping to your feet. Tumbling around, you followed some shouts to your front door.

Without any hesitation you slid open your door, staring upward blankly.

There stood a smiling Markiplier.

“Heyy~!” he coursed.

Bellowing out a sigh, you pushed the door open a bit wider. Quickly, Mark stepped inside and harnessed you in a hug.

“I missed you too much.” he admitted “How ya’ holding up?”

You squirmed thoughtlessly in his arms, keen on getting free. The action caused Mark to gasp with a dramatic intent.

“You never want out of my hugs,” he began.

Softly and slowly, he reeled back his arms from around you. The sudden change of pace made you stop for a moment and look to Mark’s eyes. To some surprise, his face was manipulated with kindness and glued together with a gentle smile.

“you really did take a blow, huh?” he mumbled, lock with your eyes.

You wished he wasn’t making direct eye contact, though, because he was surely able to see them grow misty. In which they did.

He waited to see if you would answer. Your eyes trailed along the floor for a second before offering Mark a small “Yeah…” and a heart stabbing hiccup.

Seems you were finally crying.

❆   ❆   ❆

Mark was such a sweetheart, honestly. He took you to your sofa, made you a hot drink, spared you several plush blankets.

“Prince charming…” you whispered.

Mark tossed into his arms a few more things; a pillow, a chocolate treat, and a glass of water.

“I am prepared.” he laughed, sliding into your longue.

Sitting himself beside you, he scattered his items on the coffee table and turned to you. Throwing you a glistening smile; he peered into your tired, red eyes.

“No plans? Take a recovery course?” he pondered quietly.

“I don’t know…”

Mark didn’t ask again until you began to speak.

“It should be as easy as going and talking it out with Tyler. I want Tyler. I want..

Ugly coughs broke your speech. Painstaking tears fell idly from your (e/c) eyes, making the colour glow.

The brunette now wore a sort of defeated look on his face.

Slothishly, he reached up a large, warm hand; placed it upon your head once. The heavy feeling against your hair silenced your tears.

Mark raised his hand and brought it back down again. Three times, he pat your head, strong with comfort. Then, down his fingers fell, landing gently upon your tear stained cheek.

The youtuber twisted briefly, crossing legs one over the other and faced you fully; hand remaining on your face. The other soon joined it on your opposing cheek.

“Hey, little sis’…” he cooed, relying on your nickname “why are you crying so much?”

It took you a good minute and a half to wind-up your vocal chords, pushing out words in a sloppy haze.

“Because I need Ethan.”


(A/n): Satisfied? because I am

Huntress- Part One: Screw You

Sam x Daughter!Reader, takes place in S12 E1, so warning: SPOILERS

“I’ve been tortured by the devil himself and this is what you’ve got? A cold shower?” The man snarled. You lent back in your chair, curious and yet dreading whatever was next.
There was a woman behind you, gun aimed at your head to assure you didn’t try anything. Toni insisted you watched what was happening. You saw her walk on into view, her cold stare was even piercing through a screen.
She watched him as he began to shiver. You didn’t want to, you wanted to look away, to find the water works and break the pipes. Something.

But you knew you had to watch.

Shivering, his soaking body leaned forward and he managed those same two words.
“Screw,” He took a deep breath “You.”

Without warning, Toni jabbed a needle in the side of his neck and within seconds he was out cold. You winced at the thought. Toni used the same routine with every one of them.

You felt a strong hand grab your upper arm and drag you into standing up. It was no use fighting at this point. They then tugged you along the corridor and threw open the door. There he was: his head hanging low, brown hair covering his closed eyes.
“Put her in the corner.” Toni nodded towards the chains.


They snapped the harsh metal onto your wrists and threw you to the floor. Your scorched foot scraped against the dirty floor, stinging the wounds even through a bandage. You took in a sharp breath and closed your eyes, throwing your head back against the wall.
“Sweet dreams.”

You watched. You did nothing but watch as the man heaved himself up on to his feet. One foot was bandaged like yours, the other just plastered in the dust and dirt of the floor. He had unintentionally ripped jeans, a dark checked shirt draping over his broad shoulders and just a little above the shoulder length shaggy hair that surprisingly suited him.
Feeling the harsh grip of the chains surrounding your wrists, you continued to observe him.
With the help of the chair -originally for you- he limped towards the trapdoor-like wooden panels. But they were as chained together as your hands.

You stay perfectly still. Only your eyes moved, following him hobble around the room.

Completely unaware of you slumped in the corner; he hit one of the doors with his fist and shouted. You sighed to yourself.
The dried blood tracing your face was uncomfortable to say the least. Your black eye was a constant reminder that you lost. You lost the fight and now here you were.

You murmured “I wouldn’t bother.”. His head snapped to face you instantly, clearly shocked by your sudden outburst. “Who-,” He stumbled slightly so grabbed the wall to steady himself “Who are you?”

You continued to watch him with the same blank expression. Maybe not blank. Maybe just tired. He, however, looked evidently shocked and yet also curious. “Good question.” You huffed.

“My name’s Sam…Winchester.” He said it in such a way, as though he expected a reaction when he added his surname. Instead, it just confirmed your suspicions.
“Y/N…” You whispered, looking away from him.
“When did you get here?” He asked, limping over to you. He crouched down as best he could in front of you, far more concerned about you than you thought he would be.

“Last night. You were unconscious…” you trailed off.

You answered him as best you could. He didn’t deserve someone being uselessly vague at this point. His eyes noticed the bandage covering your foot, followed by his face dropping and his sympathetic eyes returning to look at you.
“How old are you?” He tilted his head, his eyebrows still knitted together.
You open your mouth to speak but the floor was taken by that wretched voice: “Morning all.”

You scowl and glare at her, shifting slightly to face her general direction. The metal scraped across the floor in attempt to keep you down.
If it wasn’t for those chains you’d be making a beeline for the door behind her. “Hello, Y/N. I see you’ve met our new arrival,” She stopped on the last step to look between you both and smiled to herself “Look familiar?” She asked you, nodding towards ‘Sam’.

“Piss off.” You scoff, rolling your eyes. 

“I presume she hasn’t told you.” Toni turned her attention away from you.

“She’s just a kid.” He sounded almost hurt by this. Confused.

“She’s not a kid,” Toni paused to eye you “She’s your child.” Toni said the words so clearly and loudly no one could miss it. You knew really. They’d been threatening you with the possibility of finding a Winchester for long enough. Especially the famous Sam Winchester. You stared at the floor, finding an interesting slate to stare at. Intense- you felt the silence staring you down.

“…What?” Sam…your dad…managed.

“You heard me.” Silence. A sigh. “Does the name Rebecca Brooks mean anything to you?”

You almost looked up at the mention of your Mum. Despite everything, even though you knew it was her fault for getting you into this mess, her fault that…well…nevermind…you still missed her. You still wanted your revenge.
‘Screw you’ you thought.

“You’re serious?” Sam sounded exhausted and yet so determined to distinguish the truth from the lies. You knew the feeling.

“Rebecca Brooks. Studying Zoology at Stanford University. You two had a one night stand. Of course you did. Two post hunters who’d but escaped the life- you understood each other.” She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear to make herself perfect again. “It’s a pity you forgot what protection was.” You knew that was aimed at you but you didn’t give her the satisfaction of reacting “No more than a month later she ran back to England. I may be manipulative, Sam. But I don’t lie…” She paused and you felt her stare at you “I won’t lie.”

“I thought she just dropped out…” Sam mumbled to himself.

“No. She saw you with Jessica and decided it would be best to leave. Back to England. To raise a child without a father…She was brave.” Toni moved toward the pair of you, she knew full well Sam wouldn’t hurt her. Not with her partner in the doorway- armed. And not with you in such a vulnerable position.
You frowned…since when did Toni have any respect for your Mum? “brave”. The word circled your mind. She was brave, but not in Toni’s eyes. “Why did you say that?” You squint up at her, determined to find the answer.

“Say what?” She sounded taken back by your curiosity.

“You said she was brave.” You stated.

“Oh. She was. We trained her well. It wasn’t her that was the problem, Y/N. It was you.” 

You frown again: “Oh sure that clears things up.” You mumble, rolling your eyes.

She stood above you, not bothering to crouch down to your level like Sam did. “I trust you’re still listening.” She said, holding out her taser so it was in your view.
You move your head to face her, glancing up through your fringe.

“Good.” She jabbed the taser at your upper arm. Immediately, you flinched at the touch, your entire body trying to withdraw itself unsuccessfully.
But nothing happened. She hadn’t activated it. “Screw you.” You spat, eyeing Sam for a split second.

Laughing, she folded her arms over her chest and tilted her head slightly. “I’d have loved for your mother to see you now. What do you think she would say?”

“I doubt you’d listen.” You roll your eyes.
Laughing under her breath, she nodded to herself. “Oh but we would. I would.”

“I’m going to give you a chance to get to know each other. Then we can have some fun.” Toni smiled before upping and leaving.
“Oh and Sam, there’s a reason she’s chained up and you’re not.” Sam’s eyes traced the chains up to the wall “Physical strength isn’t always the best asset…Even for a hunter.”

The door closed, followed by the sound of keys, then a lock.

Silence took over the room. Maybe it was awkward. Maybe not. You were too focused on correctly assembling the information in your mind to notice. You knew someone had to say something.

“Are you really my Dad?” You asked quietly, you didn’t realise it would come out as such a whisper. 

‘Why ask?’ You thought. It would have made it easy for him to say no. But, you knew he was.
Your Mum always spoke about the ‘American college boy’. But this was his chance to decline. This was his chance to shake his head. His chance to disown you.
Who knows, you might have taken it.

The man nodded. “I think,” 

'Last chance' you thought, eyeing the cameras.

“Yeah. I think I am”

Huntress- P2: Family Reunion

Thanks for reading! I’m always taking ideas to improve or add to the next parts so feel free to drop me an ask! Part two will be based loosely around episode 2 of S12. I’m following the storyline while also incorporating my own so bear with if it doesn’t always fit together perfectly: I haven’t read the script obviously haha.

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Things Fall Apart (The Center Cannot Hold) 1/1

Rating: M

Summary: Learning each other’s strengths is easy. Learning each other’s weaknesses? Infinitely hard. Also, title credit to Yeats 

It seemed like a good idea at the time.

To be fair, most things that ended with Killian and sex tended to be good ideas.

(And led to orgasming until her fucking eyeballs popped.)

They weren’t shy with each other. While Emma may have the emotional maturity of a maple tree, she had never been afraid of her body. After her first fumblings in the back of the bug with Neal, she had gone through the works.

There had been the bartender in Miami with the huge dick and big dissapointment when it turned out he had no idea what to do with it other than insert tab a into tab b.

The mechanic somewhere bumfuck between Portland and Boston who went hard and fast against the wall until she had hissed a warning against leaving marks.

A beautiful brunette with endless curls, doe-eyes, and a mischievous red smile who ate her out until Emma went from suspecting to 100% sure she was a prostitute. She never asked.

There were blondes men and punk women and everything in between until Emma knew to simply flip them on their back, take what she needed, and make a clean getaway before the word ‘breakfast’ could be uttered.

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theycallmeskizze  asked:

Winteriron Wing au? With lots and lots of fluff and grooming and cuddles and L.O.V.E. please!

The hardest part of your ask was to make a decision on the wings lol. I love WinterIron and I love fluff and I LOVE wings, but there are so many possibilities! There are bird wings, angel wings, insect wings… And I know the grooming part points into the bird direction but just take a moment to imagine Tony with the world’s prettiest butterfly wings, alright? Do you see my problem?? But yeah, I went with bird wings (I think?) because of the grooming part. Hope you like it!

Bucky watches his boyfriend with a frown. There is something off about Tony that he can’t seem to put his finger on and it’s bothering him. He’s gotten quite good at reading Tony’s mood in the different lines of tension across his body, the different angles he’s tilting his head, the twists and curls of the corner of his mouth.

It’s hard to read Tony sometimes because, well. His wings don’t speak. Maybe that’s the wrong word for it, but it’s how Bucky thinks of it in his head. Tony has explained it to him at some point, how the nerve connections to his wings just aren’t working the way they should, how he’s essentially paralysed.

Been born this way, he’d said, his smile a shade too blinding to be a happy one.

And it’s not a big deal nowadays, not like most people can even fly anymore, but where Tony Stark is concerned, everything is a big deal. If Bucky has to listen to one more reporter asking his boyfriend whether his unmoving wings are a sign for the lack of a soul in his body, he is going to murder someone.

It’s true that the lack of instinctive expressiveness in his wings gives Tony an advantage in hiding his emotions–but he feels just as much as everyone else, maybe even more so, considering how hard he always tries to suppress them.

“Everything alright?” Bucky asks after another moment of close scrunity–because no, he still can’t tell what’s bothering him.

“Mhm,” Tony hums back. He’s sitting on the kitchen table, a plate filled with by now cold soup in front of him, napkins covered in schematics covering every free space available. 

Bucky doubts he’s even heard the question, never mind comprehended it. He’s utterly defenceless against the surge of fondness spreading through him at the sight. Steve is right, he really is gone over Tony. He might be embarrassed if he wasn’t so happy.


Bucky freezes because this time, which him staring sappily at Tony’s back, there is no way to miss it. A twitch. Tony’s right wing is twitching.

“Tony?” he asks, alarmed, surprised and confused all in one. 

His tone immediately gains him his boyfriend’s attention at least, who’s now looking at him worriedly, eyes already searching for a problem to fix. “What’s wrong?”

“Your- Your wing,” Bucky stutters, unable to put what he’s seeing into words.

For a moment Tony frowns in confusion before his expression shifts into an annoyed scowl.

“It’s a reflex, happens sometimes when a feather gets stuck or twisted,” he mutters, shoulders raised defensively, “Sorry about that, I know it looks creepy.”

It does, a little bit. Like that time Clint came back from the dentist and half his face was still numb. His smile had been weird and crooked and just plain wrong. But Bucky doesn’t like the way Tony’s avoiding his eyes now, shifting uncomfortably on his chair like he he’s fighting the urge to get up and run.

Besides he knows how annoying it is when his feathers don’t cooperate like they’re supposed to, when everything feels off and itchy–and he knows it’s not the same for Tony who can’t actually feel it, but this? This is something simple, something he knows how to fix.

“Do you have a moment?” he asks before he has a chance to talk himself out of this. When Tony nods, he gently takes his boyfriend’s hand, pulls him to his feet and tugs him towards the spacious living room area.

“What-?” Tony sends him a confused glance over his shoulder, but Bucky just insistently pushes him towards the couch, manoeuvres him around until he’s sitting on the edge of the sofa, with ample room for Bucky behind him.

“’m gonna groom you,” he explains when Tony keeps trying to turn around and face him, places a calming hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder.


“What do you mean, why?” Bucky gently trails his hands down Tony’s wings. They really are beautiful. “I know we haven’t done this before, but it’s a thing you do in relationships. Isn’t it?” Heck, even if it’s not, Bucky won’t let that stop him, Tony’s feathers feel wonderful between under his fingers, are strong and bright, and they deserve all the care in the world.

“But I don’t… feel it?” Tony sounds utterly lost now. It makes a burning coil of protective indignation uncurl in Bucky’s chest, because nobody should be that confused by a basic gesture of affection.

“Maybe not,” he agrees, makes an effort to keep his tone light. “But your feathers deserve to be groomed just as much as anyone else’s. And I don’t mind. Unless you don’t want me to?” He adds the last part hesitantly, doesn’t want to pressure Tony into something he isn’t willing to do.

But all the response he gets is a soft “Oh,” as though none of what he’s said has ever occurred to Tony, who slowly relaxes against him.

The next hour is spent peacefully, with Bucky gently working on Tony’s wings, brushing feather after feather, gently cleaning and straightening them. It’s a relaxing, repetitive process that eases some of the tension in Bucky’s own body. He finds the feather that must have been bothering Tony too, the poor thing has been twisted until it was pushing painfully against the sensitive skin underneath. Bucky carefully straightens it out, smiles a little to himself when the twitching promptly stops.

It’s nice, like this. Knowing he’s taking care of Tony in some small, but important way. Makes him feel good about himself, good about knowing he can give Tony something back.

Once he’s done he pulls Tony up and against his chest, where his boyfriend twists and turns for a few moments, before finally settling against Bucky’s side. He’s got a soft smile on his lips, and looks much more relaxed than before, and Bucky can’t do anything except smile back and press a light kiss against Tony’s forehead, his cheeks, his nose.

“’S hot when you’re manhandling me,” Tony slurs, face squashed against Bucky’s chest. And quieter, softer, “Thank you.”

Bucky trails one hand down the side of Tony’s face, then along his right wing, where the colours shimmer beautifully against the late afternoon light.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” he whispers back. Watches over his boyfriend as he drifts off, brimming with something warm and affectionate he can’t put into words quite yet.

He’s definitely going to do this again.

Caught in the crossfire|Part I

✖ Characters/relationships: Percival Graves x Reader, Reader’s parents, other nameless characters

✖ Genres: Anger, arrogance, pride, screw slow burn a.k.a fast burn

✖ Summary: You are a future Head of your family which is very influential in the Magical World. A day arrives when your mother decides that it’s time for you to meet people with whom you will have to work in the future. One of those people is Percival Graves.

✖ Disclaimer: All characters are at least 21 y/o unless stated otherwise.

✖ Word count: 4590

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Leading Suspects - Chapter 11

Prepare for some shenanigans… And also, for convenience:

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10.

Enjoy, @peetabreadgirl!

“Read it back to me!” I declare as I lean heavily on the fridge door and shift aside a casserole to reach the bottle of pinot that is my target. As it turns out, Starla Summers is rather generous and should chair the grief and welcoming committees in this town, seeing as how her contribution to the Madge-is-Grieving-We-Must-Feed-Her fund was ten bottles of wine. Cheap wine, but I’m trying not to judge, seeing as how I am suspected of murder and immaculate conception.

“Hot buns of steel!” Madge shouts from the table as her forearms slide forward across the surface.

“Wrong list!” I protest and fall into my seat. I squint at the bottle trying to focus on removing the cork.

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You are such a dork - but you are my dork

Pairing: Namjoon x Jin

Genre: Fluff/marriage proposal

Words: 3.3k

Fluffily fluff fluff fluff

Originally posted by jeonsshi

A single sunray shined through the window, causing Namjoon to awake from his sleep. He rubbed his eyes while grumbling quietly, careful not to wake up the person next to him. He tilted his head to the left in order to get a closer look at his long term boyfriend of three years, Jin. He was literally the embodiment of handsomeness, no wonder he worked at a model agency. Lips so deep pink and full, making it hard to resist leaning in for a kiss to feel their soft surface every time Namjoon glanced at them. And these broad shoulders, rumours stating they had a span of 60 cm, and to put the cherry on the cake, his pink dyed hair, as extra as he was, the colour reminding him of cherry blossoms.

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Change (Bucky x Reader)

Summary: A short fic where the reader goes for a late night walk and contemplates how becoming an Avenger and having powers changes their life. Bucky finds the reader and offers some comfort at the end.

Note: Slightly different to my usual stories, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless :)


You walk through the streets of Manhattan. It’s true, you think. Perhaps the city never truly sleeps. Vehicles whiz past, the lights of the cars illuminating you, casting a large shadow behind you as they blind you. The buildings look so tall, you observe as you glance around. From down here, the world looks so different. It’s almost like a different world. From the tower, everything looks so small, but from the ground, everything is ginormous. The shift in perspective is fascinating.

As you walk, you think of all of your problems, all of your insecurities. Everything seems so big and too hard to solve. You’re not sure you enjoy the fame of being a hero. You don’t even feel like one most days. I’m only human, you think. But you’re not. You know you’re not. You sigh and watch your feet as you walk. I was never human, but I always pretended to be.

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