oh gods what she had to put up with

little tattoos part ii

this is part two to little tattoos! 

you can read part one here

thank you guys sososoosos much for all the love on this fic. it was tbh a shower thought that evolved into so much more. im so very proud of this fic and i plaN to write another part, maybe two.

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thank you guys so much. it makes me so happy to see that people like my writing. i hope you all enjoy part two of little tattoos <3

summary: a soulmate au where everyone has a tattoo exactly like their soulmate

pairing: eddie and richie

words:  2085


Eddie sighed, approaching his house. He really wasn’t in the mood to convince his mom to let him go to Bill’s. He had gone over there seemingly a thousand times over the course of the past three years, but he still had to argue with his mother for at least twenty minutes before she’d let him leave.

His mom still, daily, tried to convince him that he did indeed have an illness; but he knew better.

Eddie’s mother nearly pounced on him when he opened the front door. “Eddie dear, come on, take your pills! You need them!” She said, so shrill it sounded like nails on a chalkboard to him.

He shook his head and got out of her grip easily, backing away and up the stairs. Eddie ignored his mother’s pleas until he shut his bedroom door and couldn’t hear her anymore. The small boy threw his backpack on his bed and threw his jacket into his closet, not bothering to hang it up. Eddie pushed back the door of his closet, finding a reflection of himself staring back. He frowned a little, looking his small figure up and down disapprovingly. Eddie bit his lip, slowly pulling his shirt up and over his head. His eyes scoured every millimeter of his bare chest and back. He thought that maybe one day the universe would decide to give him a tattoo, a soulmate, but there was never anything.

Nothing. There was absolutely nothing on his body, and he hated it.

Why him? Why did he have to have no soulmate? It’s not fair.

Eddie angrily slammed the door shut completely, causing the mirror to fall off the door. It hit the wood floor of his bedroom and shattered into millions of tiny pieces.

“Oh God, oh fuck” He grumbled, going out into the hall closet to grab a broom and dustpan. He cleaned up what he could, which was most of it, praying his mother hadn’t heard anything. If she did, he’d be in the ER before he could even protest or explain what had happened. He went to pick up the last piece and as he stood up to put it in the trash, he clumsily dropped it. Eddie hissed at the sharp pain that went through his hand. A small gash started to bleed on his right knuckle, right under a circular, blotchy birthmark. He swore quietly to himself, going to the bathroom and easily disinfecting the cut. He put a small piece of gauze and a bandage on it, deciding that was alright for now.

Eddie grabbed his shirt and threw it over his head, heading down the stairs quickly. His mother sat in her usual spot in front of the TV. She glanced up and upon seeing her son, she tried to get up as quickly as a woman like her could. By the time she got up and ran out onto the porch, he was gone. Eddie was too fast. He was already outside and on his bike, half a block away. After years of evading her, he learned to get out of the house as quickly as possible.

He arrived at Bill’s about five minutes later, hopping off his bike and propping it up against the side of the house. Eddie strode up to the door and knocked, waiting patiently. Stan answered the door, looking disheveled. His hair was a mess. It was usually a mess, but not like this. His lips were a bit puffy and red.

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Glad to know I’ll be the cockblock this evening.” He joked, walking inside the house and kicking off his shoes near Bill’s bedroom door.

Bill chuckled a bit, and Stan shot Eddie a look. Eddie smiled innocently, walking in and sitting down on a beanbag on the floor.

“Eddie!” Georgie yelled, nearly tackling the small boy off the beanbag in a hug. Bill’s little brother was the sweetest kid, and Eddie loved him. The whole Loser’s Club loved him.

“Hey, Georgie! How are you, buddy?” He asked, Georgie, sitting down next to him.

“I’m good! What about you?” Georgie asked brightly.

Eddie nodded. “I’m good,” he said casually.

Georgie looked at Bill and Stan across the room, both of them deep into a conversation about what movie to watch. He glanced at Eddie before giggling. “Billy and Stan think you like Richie.”

Eddie’s heart nearly stopped. Was it that obvious?

He raised an eyebrow, looking at the little boy. “Why do they think that?”

Georgie giggled again and whispered, “It’s a secret.” before running out of the room, still giggling.

Bill and Stan decided on Buffy the Vampire Slayer after about five solid minutes of arguing. They popped the VHS tape and started to watch. About halfway through, Eddie noticed that Bill kept sneaking glances at him. He turned his head and saw Bill looking at him once again. “Is something wrong?” He asked, reaching over and pausing the movie with the remote. Stan looked at Bill and nodded, clearly knowing something Eddie didn’t.

“We know you like Richie.” Stan deadpanned, and Bill smacked his arm.

Eddie frowned. “I do not like Trashmouth! Plus, even if I did, which I don’t, he has a soulmate. It wouldn’t work.”

Bill shook his head. “Y-You don’t know that, E-E-Eddie.”

Eddie stood up. “Yes, I do! I’ve had a crush on that damn boy for years! I know I have no soulmate, I know I have no chance, and I want to stop talking about him so I can get over him.”

Stan looked at Bill. “Told you he’d crack.”

Eddie sighed, sitting back down on the beanbag. He ran a hand through his hair, blowing out air through his nose slowly.

“Y-Y-Y-You should tell him,” Bill stated, glancing at Eddie, who immediately shook his head.

“There is no way in hell I am telling him. Nu uh, no.” Eddie said, shaking his head again.

Stan rolled his eyes. “Just tell him, Eddie! You never know.”

After ten minutes of debate, Eddie finally gave in. He walked into school the next day absolutely petrified. Bill and Stan had convinced him to confess his feelings to Richie and he said he’d do it today. But now that he was actually at school, he couldn’t do it. He found himself reaching for his invisible fanny pack for his inhaler until he realized he didn’t need it.

Eddie walked up to his locker, entering the combo and getting his books out. He felt an arm fall around his shoulder.

“Hey, Eds!” Richie said brightly, pinching his cheek. Eddie slapped his hand off and shoved his arm off of his frame. The smile slipped off Richie’s face, but he managed to keep a small one. “What’s wrong, Eddie Spaghetti?”

“Stop calling me that,” Eddie grumbled, shutting his locker and turning the combination lock to 0.

Richie followed behind Eddie as he walked off, watching as he strode into his English class without a goodbye, and Richie couldn’t understand why Eddie was so upset. He never intended to upset him, if he did, but half the time Richie didn’t even realize he upset anyone.

The rest of that day, Eddie tried his best to avoid Richie. He took different routes to his classes in the hallways, he ate in the library at lunch, and the only place he couldn’t avoid Richie in was gym class. The gym teacher was very adamant about changing into gym clothes and then changing back into the clothes you were wearing. Eddie hated it, especially today, but he did it anyway. He waited until no one was in the locker room, or he thought no one was in the locker room to change back into his normal clothing. He avoided Richie during their class-wide game of soccer and he thought he was home free; he wasn’t.

The locker room door slammed shut and momentarily, Eddie panicked, thinking it was the Bower’s gang. But he panicked even more with the realization that Richie had shut the door.

“Richie, please-”

“No, Eds! I’m not letting you leave until you tell me what I did.” Richie said sternly as if he was scolding him.

“You didn’t do anything, Richie, let me leave, please.”

“Then why are you avoiding me?”

Eddie shook his head, trying to get past Richie. He repeated his question but Eddie still shook his head.

Richie was getting annoyed. “If it’s not me, then what the fuck was it? Did Henry do something? Did your mom do something? Other than me last night, of course.”

Eddie tried to get past Richie again and he got pushed back.

Eddie groaned in annoyance. “I can’t tell you,” he mumbled, wringing his hands together in a vain attempt to calm himself down.

“Yes, you can.”

“No, I can’t!” Eddie argued, gripping his hands together tightly. His knuckles were turning white. “I can’t!”

Richie was getting mad too. “Yes, you fucking can!”

“Goddammit, I’m in love with you, Richie!” Eddie hissed, feeling his hands start to shake from anger and fear and everything in between. “I’m so in love with you, but guess what? You have a soulmate, I don’t, and I don’t need to intentionally break my own heart!” Eddie ran out past a shell-shocked Richie, knocking into him with his shoulder on the way out. Richie didn’t move a muscle. His eyes were watering and he tried to wipe the water away as quick as he could, but they soon became to be too many tears. Eddie was sobbing. His chest hurt in a way he could never describe. It felt like his heart had literally broken. His chest physically hurt as he collapsed on the pavement outside the school. He grabbed the light blue inhaler that was in his back pocket and took two puffs. His breathing was normal, but he knew he had to leave. Eddie got on his bike and rode home.

Eddie went inside the back door, trying to be as quiet as possible so he could sneak up to his room. He turned the corner and dashed up the stairs, closing his door and propping a chair up under the door handle. He didn’t wanna deal with his mother right now, or anytime at all for that matter. He fell back onto his bed, sighing. Eddie held his hand over his head, studying the cut he got from the broken mirror. It was healing properly and wasn’t infected.

After about thirty minutes of off and on crying, Eddie heard an inconsistent tapping on his window. He tried to ignore it but after five minutes of it, he had had enough. He opened the window with force, just to get hit in the cheek with a small pebble. Eddie narrowed his eyes at Richie, who said “sorry” and put down the few rocks he had in his hand. “Listen, Eds-”

“Leave me alone, Richie. I don’t want your sympathy, I don’t want your pity, I don’t want to hear anything you have to say.”

“Just hear me ou-”

“No! I will not hear you out! You’ll climb up here, say you’re sorry and that you don’t feel the same way and that you want to stay friends. I won’t do that. I won’t. Leave me the fuck alone.” Eddie stated, slamming his window shut and drawing the navy blue curtains. The tapping stopped, and he hoped Richie walked away. He laid back down on his bed, glancing over at the wall beside him. Polaroids of him and Richie scattered the wall, along with pictures of the rest of the Loser’s club from a campfire last summer.

“Richie, don’t be an idiot! You are going to burn yourself!” Eddie scolded, getting up to shove him backward away from the fire.

“I’m not an idiot, Eds, I’m a genius in disguise.” Richie retorted, plopping back down onto the grass beside Eddie.

Beverly had taken a picture at that moment and that was Eddie’s favorite polaroid he had tacked to his wall. To this day, Richie still insisted that he was “a genius in disguise.”

Then Eddie remembered what had happened. He felt his eyes water with tears and his vision blurred as he cried softly, eventually running out of energy and falling asleep, face streaked with tears.

Richie had taken a long way home, trying to clear his head. By the time he got back to his house, he had a plan.

But he needed help from the Losers.


HELLo YEs

thank you so much for reading part two

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Enough is Enough

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,067

Warnings: slight panic attack, language, asshole Dean 

Request: Can I request an imagine where the reader lives with the brothers at the bunker & Dean is always a jerk to her & then one day she has a panic attack & then fluff ensues…

Summary: Reader has lived & hunted with the boys for 3 years & usually puts up with Dean being a dick pretty well. One night, she can’t take anymore and has a panic attack.

A/N: Enjoy!! Feedback greatly appreciated!! And thank you to @mamapeterson for just reading over this before I posted it lol wasn’t too confident on it tbh but I hope y’all like it!!

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people are jerks, but not you (pietro maximoff)

Originally posted by imaginecabin

((exciting!! first non-request!! i hope you like it lots and feel free to send requests!!)

(note: I hc the Maximoffs as Eastern-European Jews who moved to the US (which is true in the comics but never addressed in the films)).

(warnings for non-descriptive mentions of blood, bullying, xenophobia, food)


Pietro Django Maximoff has never been popular. 

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cold heart killer || stiles stilinski (smut)

word count: 6026

warnings: angst, smut, oral (both receiving)

author’s note: long time no post! so i’m back with a treat of both smut and angst! you’re welcome. i’m honestly not sure how i feel about this one, but i hope you all like it! 

pairing: stiles stilinski / reader

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Nervous fingers drummed on the leather steering wheel as the thunder roared, grey clouds covering the bright California sun. Beacon Hills was due for a storm within the next couple days, but it seemed to be coming sooner than forecasted by the meteorologist on the nine o'clock news. Her car sped down the road to the high school, having gotten a cryptic message from none other than Theo Raeken. Theo was her lab partner for a science project and they would meet up at the school’s library when they worked together even if her boyfriend, Stiles Stilinski wasn’t a fan of the new addition to the small town they lived in.

Stiles was the only one who didn’t particularly trust Theo and it got on everyone’s nerves just a little bit. He’d never been as trusting as everyone else in the pack, even though some of them would have their doubts about people. Although, Stiles was a totally different story. He didn’t like anyone, he seemed to think the whole world was against him. It would take awhile for him to warm up meeting new people.

Earlier that day, a note was in her locker. Messy handwriting that she vaguely remembered was scribbled on the fold paper, her name in black ink. She unfolded the paper and read the message:

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Stupid tapes

requested? nope, just had the idea in my head for a few days

pairing: Zach x reader

Summary: Zach doesn’t want to tell his girlfriend about the tapes and she has enough and then Bryce Walker makes things even worse

warnings: mention of rape i guess 

words: over 1.8k

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Y/N once heard Zach and Justin talking about some tapes and when she asked Zach he only brushed her off with a “don’t worry, love, ‘s fine”. Whoever she asked about those tapes either looked confused or told her it’s none of her business. She asked Zach multiple times about them, hoping he would break and tell her anything, so she would finally know what’s going on, but he didn’t. She noticed how tense he got whenever she asked him about them and how he’s changed through the last few weeks. It was taking a tool on Y/N and their relationship, as the girl thought he didn’t trust her and genuinely knew he was hiding something from her. And one day, Y/N decided enough was enough.

“Zach, I’m asking you one last time, what’s going on with these tapes!” they were sitting in his car, heading for his house so he could help her with her biology homework, as he was a year older and amazing at it.

“I’ve told you so many times that you should forget about them and stop worrying,” he replied calmly, though he could sense that Y/N wasn’t going to drop the topic this time.

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Calling It Quits. - Bucky x Reader - One Shot

Originally posted by livvy1800

A/N - Another Angsty one, unfortunately not so happy endings here. But I do enjoy Angst requests considering I find it my weakest spot. Thanks for the request @the-craziestone - I hope you enjoy it! Any requests or ideas you may have please feel free to comment or PM me.

Bucky x Reader - You know where he’s been. You know the smell of that perfume, the kiss marks he’s forgotten to hide on his neck. You have pretended for too long now. You’ve had enough.


Warnings: Just sad angst really.

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Here’s the thing: Marinette had her perfect date with Adrien.

Maybe it wasn’t perfect, but it was good and he was sweet and honestly? That was all that mattered. It was enough to get her a second date. It was enough to have fun with someone who she liked and who might one day like her back in that same way, not just in her imagination.

The problem is the second date.

Marinette has plans. She has so many plans. Lists and lists of dates she wants to go on with Adrien. Some she planned by herself, some she picked up from others, some Alya texted her at one in the morning because that’s when Alya works best.

Marinette has plans and she intends to follow through with the them.

Hawk Moth has his own plans. And those plans involve making Marinette’s life as difficult as humanly possible.


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Neighbours (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: I love your writing! You’re so talented. Also can I request a Spider-Man where when they where young and peter had a crush on the reader, but they moved away, now they are back and like cute fluffy stuff? Please and thank you // by @littlesistersalvatore

A/N: I’m going to do a part 2(might even turn this into a series, I don’t really know, but I think this can be a nice start to something), so that’s why the ending is so open. Hope you enjoy nonetheless! I’m imagining Peter being 20-21, more or less, by the way!!


When Peter had been told by his aunt to introduce himself to the new neighbours, he had expected them to be an elderly couple. They had just moved into the house in front of his and his aunt had baked cookies for them, although she couldn’t introduce herself to them because she had to work and as she always said, ‘’cookies are supposed to be eaten when they have just been baked.’’
He didn’t know why he had expected them to be old -probably because everyone in his building was older than forty and the only person who was younger than that was a seven year old who hated him.
Now Peter was standing in front of the door, a plate full of cookies in one of his hands and ready to knock with the other. He knocked softly, not really eager to meet the people whom he would have to see everyday from thereon. Peter imagined the many scenarios that could happen -they could be rude and tell him to leave, they could be mad that Peter was bothering them, or they could simply not open the door to a stranger.
Just as Peter was about to leave, he heard footsteps walking around the apartment and tripping over things.
‘’I’m coming!’’ a voice yelled.
Peter was surprised -the person sounded like a girl, probably his age. He started growing more nervous by that fact -if he was already a mess with old people, he was even more of a mess with girls his age.
He didn’t know what to do -should he quickly turn around and leave the cookies at the doorstep, or should he man up and introduce himself properly?
He didn’t have time to decide(although he would most likely have chosen the first option, and he knew that). The door finally opened and it revealed a young girl, her hair up in a pony tail and an old oversized t-shirt covering most of her body.
‘’Peter?’’ the girl asked, her eyes wide open. ‘’Oh my God, I can’t believe it’s you!’’
Peter didn’t understand at first -why did that girl know him and why did she look so familiar. It was then when he realized -she was the girl he had been madly in love with for most of his life and who had moved away the day after he had finally built up the courage to kiss her.
‘’[Y/N]?’’ he softly asked.
The girl nodded and smiled, taking the cookies and putting them on an unpacked box, taking Peter’s hand as well and pulling him into the apartment.
‘’It’s been so long!’’ she exclaimed. ‘’Four years, right? Oh my God, this is so exciting. What are you doing with your life?’’
Peter didn’t know what to do. All the feelings he had took so long to bury four years ago had awoken and his heart was jumping in his chest.
‘’Uh, nothing exciting, I guess’’ he said.
‘’I can’t believe it’s you’’ she continued. ‘’I’ve missed you so much.’’
He laughed softly and looked at her, trying to decide his next move. She realized and walked to the kitchen, looking back at Peter for a moment.
‘’Do you want something to drink?’’ she asked him. ‘’I think we have lots to talk about.’’

From Enemies to Lovers. Pt:9

Kim Seokjin x Reader

Genre: Angst & gradual fluff

Pt:1 Pt:2  Pt:3  Pt:4  Pt:5  Pt:6  Pt:7 Pt:8 Pt:9 Pt:10 Pt:11 Pt:12 Pt:13 Pt:14 Pt:15FINALE


Originally posted by bwiseoks

Jin’s p.o.v

“Shit, I’m so sorry.” I say whilst retracting my hand instantaneously, clearly showing my embarrassment caused by my own actions. Y/N’s cheek felt so soft and smooth when I ran my thumb across it. She was in her natural state and I can’t even try and lie to myself about the way she looks, because she’s beautiful.

“Thanks Jin.” She said as her cheeks turned a slight pink. I furrowed my eyebrows and wondered why she was thanking me.

“Hmm? Why are you thanking me?” I questioned her, confused and she let out a small laugh. 

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Spirit in the House - chap 9/10

Modern!AU Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader is in a coma after a car accident. Bucky moves into your apartment and find your spirit still hanging around. (Based on Just like Heaven)

Word Count: 1,823

Warnings: Language, Angst 

A/N: I’m so happy you all liked part 8 and we’re nearing the end, so… are they going to end up together or not? Sorry, but I do love you guys ♥

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 10]

Originally posted by iamdorka

Bucky shoved Steve’s shoulder to wake him up. With a grunt, Steve slapped his hand away. He almost fell off the sofa, but Bucky kept shaking his shoulder.

“Wake up!”

Steve sat up on the sofa, holding his head with both hands. He winced at Bucky’s loud voice and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands.

“Shh! Stop shouting.” Steve whispered.

“Y/n is gone, I can’t find her anywhere.”

“Maybe she just went for a walk.” He mumbled, hiding his eyes in the crook of his elbow

“She doesn’t go anywhere, Steve! She’s a fucking ghost!” Bucky screamed.

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Wicked - Bucky x Reader

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Summary: You were injured during a mission two weeks ago and put to much preassure on your healing wounds, doing more damage than you thought possible. Bucky fears he will loose you.

Warnings: Mild profanity (very mild), death, blood (?)

Words: 2,400+

A/N: I changed from my last post and I now write as “she/her” instead of “me/I” as I like the sound of it better! Please tell me what you think!

Originally posted by il-salice-errante

Originally posted by coporolight


Out of every, possible event, she hated Tony’s “celebration parties” the most. They could have gone one a stealth mission and gone unnoticed to the world, yet he would throw a party for their victory and people would show up clueless, desperate to mingle with the mighty Avengers. It was pathetic, if she had a say in it, both from Tony’s part and the guests, but there was little she could do about it apart from not attending the party itself. She usually ended up working in some form instead, either training or doing paperwork. This particular time, training sounded more needed.

They had came back from their mission a two weeks prior and she had spent those weeks resting. God knows she needed that time off but her body couldn’t rest for long before it began to crawl with anticipation for any kind of action. Whatever action she could get from training would have to suffice. She entered the gym, which was eerily empty of course as everyone was having a grand ole’ time a couple of floors above. She didn’t have to worry about any machines she wanted to use being occupied however or having to hold back grunts and brutal expressions, which was a nice change.

She got on the treadmill, wanting to warm up a little with a two mile jog or something along those lines. She increased the steepness and put the speed on medium and created a steady rhythm in her movement. It was calming, feeling her body in synch with what seemed like the world. Her mind drifted from reality and to not, back and forth. She went over a few work-related things in her head that she had to remember, thought about that trip to the Caribbean she had wanted to go on for years. Before she knew it, the timer went off, indicating that her two miles were up. She climbed down the treadmill, her mussel warm and ready to continue working out. The only problem, she could feel the stitches hurting.

After their mission which was to hunt down a group of people who had gathered way too much chitauri technology for both their good as well as everyone else’s, she had gotten a little roughed up. Some guy might have stabbed her with a blade made out of chitauri metal. She was sick for five days with alien-fever, or whtever, whilst Bruce’s serum worked its wonders slowly, and the damn guy who stabbed her managed to pierce the bottom of her left lung of course. It had been painful to breathe the first week but after that it had became easier, and if she rested any longer, she would loose her mind.

She got onto the bench press, grabbing the weight that was still resting on it which was decent enough. She clutched her hands around the iron bar and took a few, steady breaths before raising it above her head. Her mussels tensed as she began to heave the bar up and down, sweat beginning to form at her hairline. She could feel the burn beginning to build up in her arms and she smiled, feeling like she was returning to her normal self again. Training was a big part of her life. Seeing as she had no powers or intense background story, training was all she had to remain qualified for the team.

Snap.

She could practically hear it.

The weight fell behind her head and tumbled onto the floor as she rolled to the side, falling to the ground with a loud and abnormally painful thud. Her hand clutched over her ribs where blood had already started drenching her white shirt. Her breaths became more shallow and extremely more difficult to take. No doubt, blood was beginning to fill up her left lung. She tried to sit up at least, but a wave of pain shot through her body, making her head involuntarily fall back against the floor. She attempted to put pressure on the wound that had split open as she felt more blood run down the side of her chest. That hurt more than anything however and a strained cry left her lips. Her throat felt dry but gradually the test of iron became more prominent. She tried to swallow it down and winced at how painful that was too, feeling numb from the pain that she kept going through.

“F-Friday?” She called out, hoping Tony hadn’t muted her for the evening, if that was even something he could do.

How can I assist, Ms. Y/L/N?

Oh thank god. “I need h-help… I’m bleeding I- I can’t… I can’t breathe.” Her chest was practically jumping up and down from the short and ragged breaths her body allowed her to take.

Contacting all team members.” She informed much to her relief. A few seconds passed of silence however which I she didn’t necessarily like. “I am unable to reach most of the team but I was able to contact Mr. Barnes.”

That would have to be good enough.

She remained as much pressure to the wound as she could but panicked as she felt blood reach her elbow. She glanced down, feeling faint at the size of the puddle which had formed around her. She was loosing blood, fast, and Tony’s damn party was ruining everything.

The door to the gym bursted open within barely thirty seconds and Bucky emerged in the doorframe, his chest heaving up and down rapidly and fear taking over him as he saw her laying on the floor. He was frozen in place for a few seconds, eyes blown wide.

“Oh god…” He rushed to her side, kneeling in the blood and removing her hand over the wound, whimpering at the sight before covering it with his own. She cried out in pain again as he put more pressure on it than she had herself, her heart rapidly beating at the increased pain which was unbearable. “I- I don’t know what to do!”

She met Bucky’s ice cold eyes, unable to focus properly as the faintness became stronger. “I don’t know e-either…” She admitted with a forced smile, revealing her blood stained teeth to Bucky who whimpered again.

Bucky looked down to her face as She lazily glanced up to the ceiling. He could see how dazed she was, how hard it was for her to breathe. Every fiber in his body wanted to do something but none of the options that came to his mind sounded any good, but he didn’t have much choice. “Listen, Y/N. I’m going to pick you up now, okay? I need you to keep pressure on that wound for me. Can you do that? Y/N?”

He tried to contact her which became more difficult by the second. She managed to nod however and placed her bloody hand over his before he pulled away. He put his metal arm under her back and his flesh one under her thighs, as steadily as possible raising her off the ground and feeling his heart rip at the weak sounds that left her lips from the torture she was under. He carried her out of the gym and his hearing listened to nothing but her breathing which he could swear became shorter and shorter.

“You with me?” He questioned as they reached the elevator, the doors opening up as they approached. She hummed quietly which was as good of an answer as he was going to get. He told Friday to take them to the others. He really couldn’t care that there would be a hundred guests on that floor. Y/N was far too hurt for him to care about some random people seeing her half dead in his arms, her blood covering both herself and him. As the elevator slowed down and they reached the party deck, it felt as of time slowed down too. Bucky felt adrenaline rush through his system as the doors open and the crowded room came before him.

“Steve!” Bucky screamed as loud as he physically could, the entire floor becoming dead silent by his thundering shout before erupting with yelps and gasps of shock. Tony was the closest and dropped the drink in his hand, the glass shattering and its pieces blending with the champagne. Bucky fell to his knees and placed Y/N on the floor, his jaw clenching as he saw how pale her skin was.

“I didn’t know what to do.” Bucky stated as Tony knelt on the other side of her limp body, beginning to look over her injuries. Steve was pushing through the crowd towards them and soon reached them, his mouth dropping upon seeing Y/N and all the blood on both her and Bucky. Tony raised her t-shirt to her chest, seeing the wound which had opened right up.

“Her stitches have been ripped. We need to get her to surgery, now! Where’s Banner?” “I’m right here.” He just came to the scene and Natasha and Thor were not far behind. Clint, Sam and Rhodes glanced back to her with worry from time to time but had all mutually understood that the guests couldn’t be left alone. The three of them created a small barrier and kept reassuring the guests that everything was alright, although it was far from.

“Bu-” She tried to say Bucky’s name but her voice betrayed her. “I-” Her breathing became alarmingly shallow and rapid, fear filling her eyes as she could tell herself that she was slipping.

“No…” Bucky said, a year rolling down his cheek as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and bit down. Everyone around him were in panic, hurrying for the things she needed, trying to save her. He just watched her as her face stilled and her chest fell flat against the floor, the life running out of her eyes until they were still as stone, staring right into his. “No…”

He pulled her into his arms, not listening to Tony or Bruce or even Steve. He pressed his lips against her forehead, rocking back and forth in panic as she laid there, dead.


He sat by the hospital bed where they had put her, eyes stinging red and his fingers fidgeting with the fabric of the hospital bed. He rocked back and forth subtly, anxious beyond compare. God, he had feelings for that women and he never even got the chance to tell her.

“It should be wearing off.” He said impatiently, watching Y/N’s pale face which appeared so lifeless he almost couldn’t look at her. Her pale lips were still stained red from her blood and it looked as if she would never wake up.

“It is.” Bruce tried his best to sound reassuring, and he did a good job, but Bucky didn’t care. He listened to the beeping of the heart monitor and studied her body like a hawk would its prey. Every movement he detected, every rise and fall of her chest. He noticed how her closed eyes tightened and how she sighed more deeply.

“Y/N?” His hand clutched hers, avoiding the clasp around her finger with a long wire from it. He watched as her eyes groggily opened and a smile spread across his face, tears welling in his eyes that he couldn’t care less about if she noticed.

Everyone could feel the electricity between the two of them, even Vision who had little to no grasp of the concept of love. Everyone could see it but the two of them it seemed. They were honest to themselves, at least. Bucky knew how he felt for her and she knew how she felt for him, but they were blind when it came to seeing one another. When she had been stabilized, everyone had left her be as they knew Bucky would want to be alone with her until the second she woke up. It didn’t matter if it would have taken a week. Bucky would have stayed awake every minute incase she ever needed him. It was a mystery how Y/N couldn’t see that and it was a miracle that Bucky hadn’t been able to see the pure admiration in Y/N’s eyes every time they spoke to one another. The two of them took the saying of “love is blind” to a new level.

“Hey…” He continued to smile as her eyes met his, his flesh thumb moving back and forth softly over her hand. “You left us there for a moment.”

She sighed again, trying to gather herself as the sedatives and painkillers were still dozing her off. “You did?” Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion, looking for affirmation in Bruce who stood behind Bucky.

“We did.” Bruce confirmed.

“You want to know something cool though? Or something I know you’ll find cool, at least?” Bucky wanted to lighten the mood as he knew that’s what she wanted. He watched the curiosity begin to eat at her as he dragged out the moment.

“Just tell me!” She said impatiently, her normal character detectable.

“Thor had to use his hammer to jumpstart your heart.” He grinned and she gasped, lips parting and eyebrows raising.

“No. Fucking. Way.”

“I’m not kidding. We didn’t have time to get a proper defibrillator, so Thor improvised.”

“Ha… Wicked.” She let out an airy laugh, smiling. “One of you better have that on film. I swear, that’s going on my resume… Y/N, trained in hand to hand combat with the Avengers, electrocuted by freaking Mjölnir and still alive.”

Both Bruce and Bucky laughed when the door to the hospital-like room opened up.

“There she is!” Natasha emitted as she and Steve entered the room. She carried a bouquet of white tulips in her hand, knowing they were Y/N’s favorite. “How’s our idiotic friend, who though training after being stabbed in the lung was a good idea?”

Y/N flipped Natasha off, laughing before pain took over her features, her hand instinctively moving to her chest. “God that hurts.”

“I’m putting you on a three week rest this time. No lifting weights, you hear me? No training.” Bruce warned her and she saluted, confirming that she had indeed heard. Bucky watched as she slowly began to recover and act as herself again and it brought warmth to the old man’s heart. He had watched her die, watched her heart stop, yet only moments after waking up, she was back to normal.

Maybe it was the fighting spirit in her, or the pure joy she always carried around, but there was something about that girl that set her apart from everyone else in the best of ways.

It’s Only Logical - Chapter Six

Prologue    Ch 1    Ch 2    Ch 3    Ch 4    Ch 5

Pairings: Logicality/Prinxiety

Warnings: Swearing/Implied Sexuality

Chapter Six: Landscaping Emergencies

Patton was cheerfully tending to a customer when his sister burst in the door, wild-eyed. He was immediately concerned, rushing from behind the counter.

“Val, are you okay?! Is it Thomas? What’s wrong?”

“Thomas is fine, I think. Nobody at the school has told me otherwise, but I’m going to die if I don’t talk to Logan RIGHT NOW!” As she spoke, Logan walked in from the back carrying a flat of pansies for the front window.

“LOGAN!!! I have never needed anyone in my life as much as I need you right now. I need your help, it’s an emergency!” Logan stared at her, eyes wide, and carefully set down the flat he was carrying on the counter.

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Peaky Blinders Gal

Requested by @thinemineours - May I ask for prompt #22 with Tommy Shelby? Thanks!
Prompts – 22 – ‘Oh god, he’s serious.’

Word Count – 556

Characters – Tommy x Reader


You were sitting in Polly’s house holding a cloth filled with eye to your right eye, since it was changing into a pale yellow colour. You had had an encounter with your ex and it hadn’t gone well.
‘I’ve phoned Tommy.’ Polly said as she came back into the room. You looked up and removed the ice.
‘Polly, there was no need.’ You said and she took your hand with the ice and raised it to your eye, pressing it firmly on, causing you to flinch.
‘Keep it on. Plus, Tommy will have my head if I didn’t tell him.’ She said as she lute a cigarette.
‘Polly thank you, but he’s going to cause some unneeded argument and fight.’ You sighed, she turned and looked at you causing you to shut up.


It had been a couple of hours and you were sitting on the couch as Polly sat across from you as you were talking about random stuff when the door was knocked and then swung open. You didn’t bother to look up knowing it was Thomas.
‘Thomas.’ Polly said. He didn’t respond just walked around to come and crouch in front of you. You smiled at him as he removed the ice from your eye. You flinch as the air hit it. It had now completely closed over and was probably purple and blue. Tommy reached up and touched it gently and you pulled bac hissing in pain. He stood up abruptly.
‘Tommy.’ You said as you stood and he turned and looked at you.
‘Don’t.’ You said and he knew what you were talking about.
‘He deserves to be punished. He hit you.’ Tommy said and you shook your head.
‘I know, it’s kinda hard to forget.’ You said sarcastically. He sighed. You knew he wanted what was best for you. You put the ice back on the eye.
‘Don’t do anything stupid or anything that will get any of you put in jail.’ You said to him and he looked up nodding.
‘It’s fine. I’m going to hide his body where no one can find it.’ He said as he walked out the door, closing it behind him.
‘Oh god, he’s serious.’ You said as you sat back down and Polly came back into the room with a cup of tea.
‘Don’t worry, sweetie.’ She said as she handed you the tea.


You had been waiting for Tommy to come back to see what he had down. You stood up and walked over to the mirror and examined your eye. As you were looking at you eye, the door opened and Tommy walked as you turned around you crossed your arms over your chest.
‘What did you do to him?’ You asked him. He looked up.
‘Nothing.’ He replied.
‘Don’t say nothing, cause you don’t ever do nothing.’ You said to him as you walked over.
‘Fine, I confronted him.’ Tommy said as sat on the couch.
‘How badly hurt is he?’ You asked as you placed a hand on his shoulder.
‘He knows not to mess with a Peaky Blinders gal.’ Tommy said. You stepped back.
‘Who said I was a Peaky Blinder’s gal?’ You asked him.
‘Me.’ He said not giving you a chance you say another word as he stood up and captured your lips, pulling you close.

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Provoke [Rick Grimes x Reader]

Hi, I just found your blog and I really liked your imagines that you have out so far! I was wondering if I could request a Rick x reader smut where the reader is young, 20 or so, and she and rick have a flirtationship going ever since they met on the way to terminus and rick is afraid to make a move and she is tired of him not doing anything so she decides to flirt with someone to make him jealous and he shows her who she belongs to. Sorry, I understand if this is too much to ask!

Here you go anon, enjoy! 🖤

Originally posted by gifshows

Warnings: SMUT, swearing, spanking, unprotected sex, dirty talk

Words: 1,950

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Truth Or Dare

“Truth or Dare?” Spencer asked Y/N, taking another sip of his beer. The pair were sat on her couch unwinding after a ridiculously hard case at work. Spencer had stopped by to bring her a book she’d mentioned she wanted to read and she’d offered him a beer and to stay to share the mounds of take out food she’d just ordered. One drink had led to another and three hours later and the two were pleasantly tipsy and had wound up playing Truth or Dare. Y/N couldn’t even remember how the game had started, only that if you’d have asked her this morning how she would be spending her evening, she definitely wouldn’t have guessed that it would involve getting wasted with her colleague Spencer Reid and playing a game normally be reserved for teenage sleepovers.

“Dare,” she took another drink waiting for Spencer to think of something. This game was already turning out to be very interesting. So far she discovered that Spencer was NOT the sweet and innocent guy the team had him down to be, as well as getting him to reveal that he’d pretty much had crushes on every female in the BAU, including herself at one time or another.

“I dare you to send Derek a sext.”

Y/N spluttered, putting her hand to her mouth and wiping away the dribble of beer. Spencer knew what a ‘sext’ was? She needed to drink with him more often, this was turning out to be waaay better than the evening she’d had planned.

“If he texts back you can pretend it was meant for someone else.”

“Okay. Hand me my phone.”

Spencer reached to the coffee table and handed Y/N her phone.

“Do you have any more beer?” He was strangely enjoying himself this evening, having definitely not expected to be here so long or to be feeling so buzzed. Him and Y/N got on and everything in the office, but they rarely socialised together, just the two of them. But it was turning out to be quite fun and she’d had him in fits of laughter at multiple points throughout the evening. She nodded and motioned towards her fridge, instructing him to bring her one too as she tapped away on her phone. When he came back and set her drink down she had a wicked grin on her face.

“I’ve sent it. Wanna hear?”

“Of course.”

“Okay.” Y/N coughed and then put on a flirty voice. “Hey big boy, fancy stopping round later? I’m all alone and feeling incredibly horny today. My vibrator just isn’t going to cut it. I need your big, throbbing cock inside of me. What do you say?”

“So Morgan lives, twenty minutes from here? Give it twenty one minutes and I reckon you’ll have a visitor.”

“Hahahah, can you imagine? Derek turns up and sees you here instead?”

“Oh god, oh god. The look on his face….. Oh I’d pay to see that.”

“Maybe you won’t have to. He’s messaged back. Let’s have a look shall we?”

Y/N opened the message, her eyes widening as she covered her mouth with her hands. She tossed the phone to Spencer so he could read it.

“Baby girl, you being serious? I can be there in twenty.”

“Told ya,” Spencer looked pleased with himself. “I’m not the only one who had a crush on you when you first started.”

“So if you received this text message from me what would you reply with?”

He wasn’t expecting that question and Spencer’s mouth goldfished for a few moments, his cheek tingeing pink.

“You have to answer.”

“No I don’t. We’re not playing right now.”

“Fine. Truth or Dare Spencer?” Y/N quickly texted Morgan back with a ‘sorry, wrong person’ text as she waited for Spencer to complete his internal struggle. He hated dares, and he knew what the truth question would be.

“Fine. Truth. And I’ll answer the question you just asked. It would probably be the same response as Derek’s although I’d make sure the message was meant for me first. Truth or Dare?”

“Truth.”

Reid took another gulp on his drink. “Do you really have a vibrator?”

Y/N smirked. Spencer was certainly coming out with some interesting questions tonight. “Yes. Wanna see it? I washed it earlier.”

His eyes bugged and Y/N giggled, hopping off the couch and running into her bedroom. Rummaging in her drawer she found fresh batteries and grabbed the toy, inserting them into the slot as she walked back into the room. She tossed it at him, hearing him squeal and then fumble with the toy, looking uncomfortable as he caught it. His uncomfortableness quickly turned into curiosity. She knew he’d seen sex toys before, searching people’s homes was part of their jobs. But it didn’t appear that he’d ever really handled one. He switched it on, almost dropping it as the rabbit ears began to vibrate and the tiny balls at the bottom of the silicone shaft began to rotate.

“Jesus fucking christ…… It’s really quite loud.”

Y/N shuffled closer to him on the couch, taking it from his hands and fiddling with settings so that only the ears were vibrating. “I don’t bother with that setting. It’s these little babies that do the majority of the magic. And when it’s under the covers and I’m moaning, you don’t really notice the noise.”

“So it’s good then?”

Y/N switched the toy off and placed it on the coffee table. “Yes Spencer. It’s very good. Anyway, your turn. Truth or Dare?”

“Truth.”

She thought long and hard. “Tell me something about you that would surprise me. More than you already have.”

It was his turn to think long and hard, his eyes glancing over to the coffee table and then wondering how honest he should be here. Meh, why not throw caution to the wind, he thought.

“I can tell you a thought I had a minute ago that would probably surprise you.”

Y/N made a ‘go on’ gesture with her hand.

“Okay. When you were talking about toy making you moan, my immediate thought was that I wish I could hear you make those sorts of noises.”

Oh!

Well, that WAS unexpected. And yet…. Also, not so much.

“Spencer, truth or dare.”

“But I just went!”

“And? Truth or Dare. Hint….pick dare.”

She downed her drink and waited, watching confusion and then curiosity cross his face. He gave in.

“Dare.”

Here goes nothing.

“I dare you to kiss me.”

The Dinner

Angst + Fluff /// Baekhyun’s mother has never liked you, not in the slightest. Tensions rise around the dinner table when his mother invites a guest over.

“She doesn’t like me,” you mumbled whilst resting your head on the window. The cold glass was somewhat mending the current throbbing in your head, but you knew it was no match bigger one would come along. 

“No way,” Baekhyun said. “She doesn’t know you enough, she needs time to get to know people.”

You turned to him, “It’s been two years.”

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Before It’s Too Late (part 11)

Summary: Bucky starts dating a girl from his History of Art class. The only problem: you’re in love with him. College AU.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: some of this, some of that

A/N: Finally I’m getting this part out! Oh, and another warning: I won’t be able to post until Friday/Saturday. I have to clean mah house and on Tuesday my friend is coming over and she never lets me write, plus I’m going to Warped Tour on Thursday so ye I’ll be busy. Just a heads up. Alright, continue on.

P.s. yes yes Kristen is a nice gal okay annnnddd this part was a lil filler. Okay continue.

Bucky sat on the little couch that was placed up against the wall of Kristen’s dorm room, waiting for a response from her. She kept quiet and Bucky let out a heavy sigh.

“Say something, please.” He begged.

Kristen looks over at the brunette. “I knew you had feelings for her.”

Okay, that was not the reaction he was prepared for.

“What?”

“I had a feeling you liked her. Either that or you two dated before. There’s a lot of tension when you two are in the same room.” She shrugged.

“This wasn’t what I was expecting at all.” He murmured. “So you’re not gonna hit me? Yell at me? Throw something?”

Kristen chuckled. “Jeez Bucky, I’m not psychotic.” Then she sighed. “Listen, I’m not gonna sit here and lie and say that I’m not upset about this because I am but I can tell how much Y/N means to you. I mean, you wanted me to meet her before we actually started dating.”

Bucky shrugged. “Fair point.”

“Well at least you felt something for me. Even if it wasn’t as close to what you felt for Y/N. It was still something.” She smiled softly.

“So… you’re not mad?” the brunette questioned.

Kristen shakes her head. “Upset, yes. Mad, no. I know how much she means to you and who am I to stand in front of something that could be?”

“You’re something special, Kristen.” Bucky smiled. “I know this whole thing sucks and I was honestly prepared for the beating of my life when I came here but I’m glad you understand.”

“No problem.”

“This might be a long shot but I hope we can still be friends?” Bucky fiddled with his thumbs and Kristen smiles.

“Of course.” She nods. “Who else will make class less boring for me? Besides, everyone in that class is snooty. They’re all like ‘my art work is so much better than yours. Oh, we’re learning about Salvador Dali? I already know everything there is to know about him”. I swear, we’re the only sane ones.”

Bucky lets out a heartfelt laugh at Kristen’s words. “I know right? Especially that one guy. What’s his name… Derek? No… David?”

“Dominic?”

Bucky snaps his fingers. “Yes, Dominic! Ugh, he’s so annoying.”

“I want to punch him every time he opens his damn mouth.” She huffs.

“You and I both.”

The two go quiet for a bit before Bucky clears his throat.

“So, friends?”

Kristen smiles. “Friends.”

“Good to know you’re still gonna be in my life.”

“Same here.” she agrees. “Now go get your girl.”


Bucky raced home with his heart nearly beating out of his chest. When the elevator stopped at his floor he slowly walked down the hall, heading towards your apartment. He was going over what he was going to say to you and his palms grew sweaty as he neared your door.

Bucky stopped when he arrived and with a deep breath he brought his fist up and knocked three times. He stepped back and waited patiently until the door swung open revealing Natasha and Wanda.

“What do you want?” the red head snapped.

“Calm down, Nat. You’ve already hit me once.” Bucky replied, putting his hands up in defense.

“Yeah, but I haven’t.” Wanda pulls the door open, getting ready to lunge at Bucky but was pulled back by Natasha.

“Easy there tiger.”

“Let me go!”

“Not a chance.” Natasha shook her head. “We shouldn’t solve this with violence.”

The brunette rolls her eyes. “Oh but you can.” Natasha gives her a stern look and she sighs. “Okay, okay, I won’t hit him right now.”

“Good girl.” Natasha smiled, patting her friends head before letting her go. She then turned to Bucky. “What do you want, Barnes?”

“I want to speak to Y/N.”

The two women snort.

“There’s no way in hell we’d ever let you talk to her after what you’ve done.” Wanda says.

“You guys don’t understand-”

“I don’t give a damn if we understand or not. We aren’t gonna let you break her heart again, Bucky. She just started going to her classes again – just started acting like herself and we’re not gonna let you ruin that.” Natasha crossed her arms over her chest. “She needs time.”

“It’s been nearly a week.”

“A week isn’t going to heal a broken heart!”

“I love her.” Bucky blurts out. “I’m in love with her.” He steps forward and steadies himself by holding the doorframe. “Please, let me fix this. I made a huge mistake, I know that. I’ve already talked to Kristen and-”

He was cut off by Wanda’s fist. Bucky stumbled back, holding the spot she had just hit while looking up at the two girls. Wanda hissed and clutched her hand to her chest, muttering curse words under her breath.

“Wanda! What the hell!” Natasha exclaimed. “You said you weren’t gonna hit him!”

“I said I wouldn’t hit him right now as in that exact moment. The moment passed so…” she trailed off before hissing again.

The red head rolls her eyes. “Give her time. You really hurt her.” she sighs. “C’mon Wanda let’s put some ice on your hand.”

Bucky steps forward. “B-But-”

The red head shuts the door and Bucky stands there dumbfounded. With a frustrated sigh, he turns around and heads to his apartment.


“Hey guys.” You say as you exit your room. “Who was at the door?”

“Just Steve asking if we had any spare lemons in the fridge. He’s making lemonade.” Natasha replied.

You look up to see Wanda holding a zip-lock bag to her hand and your eyebrows knit together. “Oh my god what happened?”

Wanda opened her mouth to respond but closed it before repeating as she stuttered. Natasha waved a dismissive hand at the brunette and scoffed.

“This idiot punched the wall.”

Wanda gives you a firm smile. “Yup. I punched a wall.”

“Why?”

“Because the wall deserved it.”

“O…. kay.” You walk into the kitchen and Natasha turns to you.

“What’re you doing out here?”

“Just came to get some snacks. I asked my creative writing professor if I could redo an assignment so I’m working on that right now.” You respond, moving things around in the cupboard.

“Nice, nice…” Natasha nods her head.

“Mhm.” You hum, turning around with all your snacks in hand. “I hope your hands heals soon, iron fist.”

Natasha bursts into laughter while Wanda glares at you.

“You just had to go there.” She spoke, shaking her head.

You shrug and start towards your room. “Don’t bother me for the rest of the day. I’ve got some writing to do and I’m feeling highly inspired.”

“Alright,” Natasha shouts to you. When she hears your bedroom door shut, she whips around to face Wanda. “Really? You hit him?”

“You did it so why couldn’t I!?” she exclaimed.

“He didn’t need to be punched twice.”

Wanda shrugged. “He was annoying me.”

“Doesn’t mean you should punch him, iron fist.”

Wanda glares at her red head friend and Natasha laughs. “Ha ha, very funny Nat. You’re hysterical.”

The brunette rolled her eyes and threw a rag at Natasha.


A/N: I’M SORRY IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES I’LL FIX THEM IN A BIT I’M RUSHING RN BECAUSE I HAVE TO GO SOMEWHERE SO YE I HOPE YA ENJOYED & TELL ME WHAT YA THINK!

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Just Benefits, Not Friends - Stiles  (part 1)

.Request: OMG I love your work! It’s all so amazing! I have a request actually. Can you write a Stiles “Friends with beneftis” type of thing? I’ve seen you write smutty stuff previously… Anyway, if you can do it, thank you <3

God damn it. I only wanted to make a quick friends with benefits type of thing. But NOO… I had to go full crazy mode and write way too much. 
Well, guess what. This is going to have more parts. 

I think that the tutle sums it up pretty nicely.

Word count: 2525

Warnings: mention of nudity, smut, underage drinking, cheating, swearing

part 2 

Originally posted by pauily

“Soo,” you said, looking down at your hands. It was much more awkward than you expected it to be.

“Are we doing this?” Stiles, asked. It was quite obvious that he was stressed.

“Only if you want to.” you said, now becoming unsure yourself. For the first time that evening, Stiles looked into your eyes. “I do. I really need this” This was the whole encouragement the both of you needed. As soon as he said those words, you jumped up from your place on the couch and straddled him, with a passionate kiss.  

“God, I hate you so much,” you moaned out once his lips moved to your neck.


It all started on Saturday. You were getting ready for a party at Lydia’s place.

“Oh my god, this will look so good on you,” Lydia squealed as she showed you a short dress. She threw it at you, which was a sign that said: PUT. IT. ON. You laughed and quickly went to the bathroom to change.

When you came back, Lydia gasped: “Wow, it’s even better than I thought. I am a genius.”

“Everyone knows that, Lyds,” you smiled and looked into the mirror. This dress definitely showed a lot. Your ass was barely covered and your boobs were practically spilling out of it.

“You sure about that,” you asked your friends as you looked at yourself, “isn’t it a bit too much. Or actually, too little?”

“I think you look hot. Every guy will drool over you.”

“I’m not sure my boyfriend would like that.”

“Who cares. You can still have some fun right.”  Suddenly your phone buzzed. Lydia picked it up and checked it. “Speaking of the devil.” she handed you the phone and you saw that he had send you a picture. You opened it and almost immediately dropped the phone with a scream, It bounced on the bed right next to Lydia’s leg.

“What happened did he - OH MY GOD! What the hell?” she started to laugh and put the phone back down on the bed.

“Stop it!’ you threw a pillow at her, but couldn’t help it but smile a bit too. Lydia threw the pillow back. She picked up the phone to look at the picture again. “Has he send you more of these,” she asked.

“No, and stop looking. That’s my boyfriend that you’re staring at!”

“But why did he send you that?”

“I don’t know. Maybe he thinks -”

“Wait, he’s typing,” Lydia said. The two of you look on the screen as the three dots moved up and down as your boyfriend was (hopefully) explaining why he had just send that.

Can’t stop thinking about last night ;)
U ready for tonight?

“(Y/N)! Did you guys do it last night? You told me you were studying with Malia.” she slapped you on the arm, but you were only half listening.

“Lydia. I was studying with Malia last night… and I’m not seeing him tonight.” tears were forming in the corners of your eyes. It all made sense now. “He, he told me that he couldn’t go to the party tonight because he w-was…” you started crying. Lydia got up and walked over to the other side of the bed where you were sitting.

“Shh. it’s okay. Call him.”

“What! I can’t call him now.”

“Yes you can and you will. You have to let him know what a dirty piece of shit he is.” she handed you your phone and gave you that kind of look that only she could give anyone.

“Fine,” you groaned and got your phone. It took you only a few clicks and the phone was ringing. The picture of you and your boyfriend kissing was shining brightly on the screen. Before you always thought it was so cute, but now it made you sick. After a few rings he finally picked up.

“Hey babe.”

“Hi sweetie. Whatcha doin?” you asked in the sweetest voice you could possibly use.

“Er - nothing. Just watching some tv. You?”

“ I was planning on going to that party I told you about, you remember that. But actually, I’m not sure if I want to go anymore as you won’t be there. Do you maybe want to hang out tonight?” Lydia gave a confused look, but you just shushed her and listened to the answer of your lying scumbag of a boyfriend.

“I would love to babe, but I made plans with the guys tonight.”

“That’s weird. You told me that you didn’t have plans tonight.”

“It was a bit of a last minute thing.”

“Well, have fun tonight with the bitch you’ll be fucking,’ you said with a wide smile, “just remember for next time you send a dick pic: make sure you send it to the right person…and oh yeah, it’s over,” and with that you hang up. As soon as the picture of the two of you disappeared you went to your contacts and blocked his number.

“Well done, girl.”

“Thanks. Now I can at least wear what the hell I want without feeling bad.”

“And we are so gonna get drunk.”

“Definitely” you agreed.


4 hours later, you and Lydia were ready to go. Your makeup and hair was on point and you had found an amazing pair of heels to match the dress that Lydia gave to you.

“I think Scott and Stiles will be here in a minute,” she said as she checked her phone.

“Wait, Scott and Stiles?”

“Yes, they are picking us up in the jeep. I thought I told you that.”

“Well, you didn’t.”

“Oh c’mon, (Y/N), Are you seriously still mad at him about that. It was years ago.”

“Maybe, but he is still acting like an arrogant dick. I just got rid of one asshole in my life and right now, I don’t need another one.”

“Don’t be so melodramatic.” she rolled her eyes.

“I am NOT being -” but you couldn’t finish your sentence as you were interrupted by the loud noise of a car horn. “How classy.” you said.”

“They aren’t our dates, they’re just giving us a ride. Let’s get going.” She opened the door and literally pushed you outside. Just like you expected, the blue jeep was parked at the end of the driveway. Scott and Stiles were talking inside. They looked as if they were arguing about something. When they noticed that you were standing outside, Scott stopped talking to Stiles and waved at you. Stiles just rolled his eyes.

“Hey guys,” Lydia said as she opened the door to the backseat of the jeep. She got in and you followed quickly. Stiles said a high, but that was it. You sat down and didn’t say a word either.

“Hey (Y/N),” Scott said. You gave him a small handwave.

“What? Grumpy that your boyfriend isn’t here to suck your face off.” Stiles grinned.

“Shut up Stilinski!” you told him and started to look out the window. But before, from the corner of your eye, you could see Lydia slap the back of Stiles’ head. It did make you feel a bit better.


You have hated Stiles ever since you met. It was the first day of High School and you didn’t know anybody as you had just moved to Beacon Hills with your mom.

You were standing at your locker in a break, when somebody bumped into you and spilled their drink on your back.

“What the hell!” you screamed. You turned around and saw him. Stiles was laughing his little ass off, while your back was soaking wet. “Sorry,” he managed to say between laughs.

“No, you’re not.”

“Hey, it was just an accident. Don’t have to be such a bitch about it.”  

“And you don’t have to be suck jerk.”

And you never stopped arguing since.

“We’re here.” Stiles stopped the jeep and you immediately got out. Without waiting for Lydia (because you knew she would catch up even before you got to the front door) you made your way towards the big house filled with drunk teenagers. In need of some alcohol, you walked fast.

“(Y/N), wait!” Lydia caught up with you not even two seconds later.

“I need a drink. Like, right now.” you said. Pushing open the door, you realised that this was no average party. Literally the whole school was there. It was only a good sign, because that meant that there was a lot to drink.

As soon as you stepped in, you were offered a drink by the host. You didn’t recognize, but couldn’t help but notice that he was really cute. You picked up the shot glass from the tray he was holding and easily drank it.

“And there is much more where that came from.”

“Could you show me then,” you asked with a smirk. He returned the favour and told you to follow him. Unfortunately, Lydia stopped you.

“Don’t go and spoil the fun, Martin.” the guy said.

“Go and be a fuckboy somewhere else, Andrews.”  she said. The boy gave a quick wink and walked off.

“Let’s get something to drink.” without waiting for an answer, you pulled her with you to the kitchen. It was surprisingly not that full. There was a table in the middle of it, with every inch covered with some kind of bottle. You walked over to it and started to examine what was in front of you.

“Holy shit, they’ve got Polish Spirytus.”

“Isn’t that like, 90% pure alcohol?”

“95 actually.” you said as you unscrewed the bottle and took a plastic shot glass from a stack. You filled it to the rim and drowned it in one. It burned your whole mouth, but it was worth it.

“I wonder how they got it. I think it’s illegal in most of the states,” you said as you put the bottle down.

“Can you promise me not to drink that anymore.”

“Yeah. one is more than enough for me, Lyds. Don’t worry.” Lydia poured herself a drink and left.


The party had been going on for already a few hours and you maybe had left the kitchen once… to go to the toilet. You had not drank an insane amount of alcohol, but it was definitely not healthy. At one point it was only you in it. Then Stiles came in. a drink in his hand and he was followed by some girl.

“So you’re on the Lacrosse team, huh,” she looked rather impressed. You turned around from them and did your best not to burst out in laughter. Your drunk mind could not handle this right now.

“I guess, you could say that. I haven’t played a lot yet, but - wait!” before he could even finish his pathetic story, the girl rolled her eyes and left him. It was rather clear that he had given up as he didn’t even try to go after her. He just walked to the table with bottles, opened one without looking what it actually was and took a shot of it.

“Bad luck with the ladies?” you said.

“Even worse now that I see you’re here.” he rolled his eyes at you.

“No need to be so rude. Just trying to be sympathetic.”

“That’s a first,” he laughed, “how would you know how I feel. I don’t think I have ever seen you without some stupid jock walking behind you like on a leash.”

“There is no jock here right now, is there?”

“I guess.”

“Let’s be honest, Stiles. This night sucked for the both of us, let’s not make it a competition to see who’s sucked more.”

“I would probably win,” he mumbled, “I probably tried to talk to every girl here, and they all blew me off. It’s starting to become really depressing.”

“No need to be so hard on yourself.” you said.

“Easy for you. Everyone loves you.”

“That’s not true. You hate me and Steven apparently doesn’t like me either.”  

“You broke up?”

“If you can call “him sending me a dick pic that was supposed to go to another bitch and then me dumping his cheap ass” breaking up, then yes, we broke up.” you said and took another sip from your glass.

“Oh, sorry.”

“Not your fault, is it?”

“No, I meant about the thing I said to you in the jeep.”

“Oh that.” you chugged the rest of your drink down when an idea popped up into your drunk brain.

“Hey, Stiles” you caught his attention, “how desperate are you?”

“Please don’t call me desperate. But, yeah. I would like some action.” that was everything you needed to hear. As you stepped closer to the boy you thought how you never would have done this if you were sober. But neither of you were, so who cares? Right?

Before he could ask you what the hell you were doing, you kissed him. It was a kiss like you’ve never had before. It surprised you that Stiles had not pulled away. Maybe he was really desperate. Maybe he was so drunk that he didn’t know how to move anymore. Maybe it was both, but he was kissing you back so you didn’t care. Somehow your hands found its way to gripping his soft hair as one of his arms (the other hand was still holding his drink) was draped around your waist.

The kiss had turned into a full-on makeout session and you were praying to every god you knew that nobody would walk in on you. You were in no rush into making this stop. Unfortunately Stiles was. He pulled away from you and even took a step back.

“What just happened?” he looked really confused.

“We sort of kissed.”

“Yeah, but why? We hate each other, remember?”

“I do. But I also remember how you said that no girl wanted to talk to you.”

“I didn’t say that nobody wanted to talk to me!”  

“Whatever. I just thought,” you looked at Stiles a bit unsure, “seen that you probably finally want to have a sex life and I don’t have a boyfriend anymore, we could…”

“Become friends with benefits?”

“For that, we would have to be friends first.”  you laughed.

“How would this work exactly?” he raised an eyebrow. You smirked and stepped a bit closer to him. Closing the gap that he had created before.

“It’s quite simple. If one of us, ever has some urges or needs, we can just help each other out.” you said as you traced some circles on his arm. The alcohol was really changing you into a different person. A person who Stiles clearly liked, because seconds later he said: “Fine, I’m in.”

“Good.” you whispered into his ear. You could feel him hitch a breath and that was your sign to back up. “Well, I’ll see you around. And one more thing,” you said before you stepped out of the kitchen, “I do not have sex with someone I haven’t made out with.”

“But you have made out with me, like just a moment ago.”

“At least a few times. I’m not a slut. Remember that, Stilinski.”