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Unmasked Feelings - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Dylan O’Brien/Reader

Word Count: 10,684

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (both receiving), Alcohol Use, Bathroom Sex, dirty dancing 

Notes: So, this was ACTUALLY a request I got from @gloire-celeste like… forever ago and I feel bad that I didn’t do it till now. But it worked out for Halloween surprisingly! I hope you like it babe. I loved this idea and I so apologize for it taking foreverrrrr. I hope I did you proud!

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in public;

member- taekook x you

genre- fluff (idk maybe angstish?) 

words- 1,388

summary- (requested) all you want is to hold hands with your two boys, but some people can be so rude. polyamorous!au

a/n- dhlaj’hf;asdg okay so i dont take requests for scenarios but i needed some poly!au prompts so this was one sent in :) i hope you guys enjoy!! 

Originally posted by taekookie-bts

Usually, you love the idea of skinship. Big warm hugs, soft kisses against your lips, tender strokes against your back as you fall asleep- it’s all heavenly. But things were different when you started your relationship with Taehyung and Jungkook.

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Four Years. (Peter Parker.)

Originally posted by dailymcugifs

Requested – No.

Prompt – Peter is late to his graduation because of Spiderman business.

Warning – Nope. King of unrealistic considering the fact Peter should not be valedictorian because he probably misses a lot of school. By the way, I also put Class of 2017 because why not?

Words – 1,751. 


“Peter! You are the valedictorian of this class! Where the fuck are you? Graduation starts in fifteen minutes and if you’re not here, we have to let Flash make the speech!” (Y/N), Peter’s best friend, screeches into the phone as Peter holds it away from his ear trying to regain his hearing.

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Truth Be Told (Part 2) (Steve Rogers x reader)

Part 1

Okay, so I’m currently obsessed with Brendon Urie’s voice, and the chorus of this song brought on part 2.

It’s the hardest rule to follow
I really wish that I could call you
You can find another me tomorrow
And that’s the hardest pill to swallow, babe

If I woke up and I called it quits
If today I gave up all of this
Maybe I could get you back tomorrow
And that’s the hardest pill to swallow, baby

This must be what it feels like to have a knife through the chest.  Steve had been injured in fights before; he had been stabbed, shot, beaten to a bloody pulp, and hung onto his life by each beat of his heart, and it was all easy compared to this moment.

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Vernon/OFC: soulmates!AU

Genre: Fluff/Romance

Word Count: 1614

Characters: Hansol Vernon Chwe/Original Female

Prompt: “Imagine your OTP are friends who dare each other to get their fortunes told. The fortune teller then tells them that they are destined lovers - and that they will soon be brought together by the powers of fate. Of course, the OTP doesn’t believe it.  What follows is a strange series of events that suggest that fate really is bringing them together. Maybe a bouquet of flowers falls from the back of a bicycle and your OTP catch it, like at a wedding. Maybe they’re paired up for trust exercises, and one has to catch the other. Maybe they want to have a movie night in, but the only chocolate they can get happens to have  hearts and pink packaging on it. Bonus if your OTP (or at least one person) keep shrugging off the events as they get more and more ridiculous. ”

Welcome to the hansolmates!Verse guys (aka source of my user ha, enjoy!)

“I’ll go if you go.”


“Fine.” and he made an exaggerated sweeping motion, moving a hand to create a pretty wind chime as the glass beads of the door knocked against each other. He looked at her expectantly, jerking his head to the room. “After you.”

Rolling her eyes, she tugged him by the sleeve of his hoodie and dragged him with her. She had a tarot card reading once before, during her exams in middle school, and according to the fortune she did pass her test. But if anyone asked, she would say it’s because she studied hard, but the prospect of going to a fortune teller was cute, if anything. She always thought of an existential presence guiding her life was almost surreal, and the predictions were always fun to track. After becoming closer with Hansol however, doing more silly things became the norm.

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SDR2 Boys and a clumsy S/O

This one was pretty cute, thanks for requesting.

- Mod Teruteru

Hajime Hinata

- He doesn’t mind how clumsy you are.

- Going out with you helped him get used to it.

- You were once walking through town together when you began falling.

- That was when Hajime had caught you mid air and said “I think you’re falling for me.”

- It was a great scene until you realized something.

- “Wait what?”

- “What?”

- You started laughing. “What was with that line? Did you practice that?”

- Hajime took some seconds to process it.

- Then suddenly his face turned bright red.

- You could feel the steam coming off of his face.

- “N-no I um,”

- You stood up out of his arms and started laughing even harder.

- “You did! You totally did!”

- He put his hands on his face, which was still red.

- You draped an arm around his shoulders and smiled.

- “But don’t worry, I still fell for you.”

Nagito Komaeda

- He low key thought it was his luck causing this at first.

- You had to explain to him that you were just like this.

- You would always fall at inopportune times, if you were able to get tangled in something you probably would, but you would never complain about anything.

- You kind of balance each other out.

- If he was having a good luck day you would manage to slip and fall into someone else’s lunch.

- If he was having a bad luck day, you would be too focused on worrying about him to do anything actually clumsy.

- Like a match made in heaven or something.

- Except much more strange.

Kazuichi Souda

- He thinks your clumsiness is so cute.

- Plus you were super chill about it too.

- You’d just trip over a rock onto the sidewalk, then get up and keep walking.

- Even if that was the second time it happened.

- The accidents you would get into were enjoyable for him as well.

- Sometimes.

- Because sometimes you would drop something while standing in front of him, then bend over in front of him and pick it up.

- Other times, you would trip and fall while behind him, pulling his pants down with you while trying to find something to balance with.

- Either way though, it didn’t really matter

- He still loves you.

- Even if you are clumsy.

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu

- He was a bit overprotective of you even before you started dating.

- He was always the one there to watch over you when you went somewhere dangerous.

- Whenever you fell over or knocked something to the ground, he would help you while lecturing you on how stupid you were.

- When you started dating, he would hold your hand to make sure you didn’t fall.

- If you were given a job to hold something heavy, he would help by taking half if he was able, or sometimes just taking it all together.

- You really appreciated all of this.

- It really did show how much he loves you.

Nekomaru Nidai

- He was actually surprised by how clumsy you were.

- You were constantly saying how you were fine with being clumsy, but Nidai wanted to help.

- So he started training you into not being clumsy.

- He would have a balance beam with things like half full water bottles and crumpled paper and such blocking the clear path.

- Once you got onto the beam, your job was to not knock anything over, or you would have to do it again.

- It was pretty easy with just one or two items.

- But it got harder as he added more.

- You had to try again a lot.

- But admittedly, it helped a bunch.

- You stopped tripping over most things, and your posture turned out much better than before.

- You thanked Nidai properly by giving him a kiss on the cheek.

- This made him turn away and blush.

- “Y-you’re welcome S/O.”

Gundam Tanaka

- He likes calling your clumsiness some sort of curse.

- “The cruel good have fooled you with an incurable curse. And that means that I cannot leave your side.”

- Really, it was an excuse to be with you more.

- And you weren’t complaining.

- He would always have some kind of animal by your side in case you lost your balance.

- You know, unless you were standing by Gundam’s side, holding his arm.

- You love how flustered he gets at this.

- But no matter what you were doing, he was always next to you, trying to protect you.

- And you can’t say you don’t love him for that.

Ultimate Imposter

- He had played the role of clumsy characters before.

- But wow you were prone to accidents.

- You usually sat down most of the time because of this.

- But then you would get bored and start leaning your chair back, just far enough to go backwards, then falling back to your original spot.

- Except after two or three times, you fell.

- In his Twogami outfit, he would always warn you if you were doing something dangerous.

- In other words, you’d be a hot mess without your boyfriend.

- You loved when he was around.

- But if you told him that when he was Twogami, he would probably get super tsundere about it.

Teruteru Hanamura

- You are one of the coolest and strangest people he’s ever met.

- First and foremost, hell yeah accidental sexual poses.

- You will slip and fall in the most normal ways, but Teruteru’s mind will probably make it worse than it seems.

- But only with his mind.

- He doesn’t want to scare you off.

- On the less than bright side, you will pull him down with you when you can.

- Just because you can tell when he’s thinking about… stuff, when you fall.

- Mostly from his bloody nose.

- You just know that if you’re going down, you’re taking him with you.

- But it’s cool though.

- He will and still loves you.

- Even if you tend to bring him down.

- (He he…I’ll see myself out.)


Part 2 to Always Love You

Finally, the long awaited cause I am lazy af sequel to Always Love You! I literally cant even say how much I love that you guys all loved Always Love You. I was super shocked but happy at the feedback and hopefully the second part is even half as good as the first.

Here’s the link to Part 1, and thank you all for reading I love you all!


It had been a month since that day. That day that changed everything and left you with stitches on your stomach that would surely turn to a huge scar and an empty feeling in your heart.

You had woken up in the hospital after four days, to an empty room. You were beyond confused and a group of nurses had to keep you from ripping the tubes from your arms and running from the building. They put you back to sleep and you woke up later much calmer and with your parents and friends waiting for you.

Eventually you got released and, sadly, had to return to normal life. You had to work hard to catch up on your school work, but the teachers were understanding, and you had to take time off from your job at the coffee stand to do so. Not that you were too eager to go back there anyways. Things were basically back to normal.

But yet, they were different. Ever since then you had been having weird dreams. And, as stupid as it probably was, you had really hoped that despite not being at the coffee shop, Spiderman would come to see you. But he never did. You saw him on the news and on Youtube like usual, but you had wished he would check on you. You wished you had some way to contact him. But the weirdest part was Peter. You had still not gotten over him, actually you seemed to have only gotten worse, but he seemed to be doing everything in his power to avoid you. If you were walking one way in the hall, he would turn and run the other. If you some how happened to run into him in public, he would go as far as to hide from you, but he rarely did it fast enough and you usually saw him just as he ducked out of view.

It was driving you insane and, honestly, it really hurt. Everyone had asked about you and checked on you after your accident. Hell, even Flash had asked how you were doing. But it seemed as though Peter couldn’t care less. And that stung.

Especially with the dreams you had been having lately. They always started the same, you standing in the surprisingly empty street. Then he would come by. Sometimes it was Peter, sometimes it was Spiderman. And you would talk and he would take you somewhere you had been before, but not in a long time. Like the diner Peter and you used to go to all the time. Or the coffee stand. Or the fire escape outside Peters window. It was like the two men were interchangeable. One second it was Peter, the next it was Spiderman. But dream you never had a second thought, and you always woke up with a warm feeling.

That was how this morning started. But as you fully woke up, that warm feeling left, and you returned to that empty, lonely feeling you seemed to always have lately. Yet, you still got up, got ready, and caught the subway to school.

It seemed like you were just wandering through your days, nothing really made you happy anymore. You wondered from class to class, to lunch, then back to class. You ended up having to stay late after school to make up a test, and because of that, missed the subway. So then, you wandered home.

Watching your feet, you kicked a rock down the sidewalk as you made your way through the downtown crowds. Through your headphones, a radio station was talking with a girl who had just won tickets to something, you were only half listening, and that was why you didn’t hear the guy crossing paths with you.

You gasped as your side hit him, and you clutched your stitches as you staggered forward a bit.

“Jesus-” The man said in shock as he turned to look at you, only to freeze when he did, “I’ll call you back.” He said to the person he was on the phone with.

You looked up and locked eyes with none other than Tony Stark.


“Oh, I’m so sorry Mr. Stark.” you said nervously. No, it was fine, everything’s fine, there was no way he knew who your were. We’ll who were you? nobody, you were nobody and thats what matters.

“Thats alright I’m more worried about you.” He said glancing down with a raised brow to where you where gripping your side.

You dropped you arm to your side and straightened up a bit, how did he know…?

“How are you?” He asked as though he was just an old friends, “How have things been?”

With wide eyes you stared at him, completely flabbergasted, “I’m sorry, what?”

He looked at you for a second before sighing, “So I’m guessing Peter has not spoken to you yet.”

Oh, so he did know you. “uh, Peter and I, um, we’re not-”

“Yes, yes I know you’re not together but since he seems to be too much of a wimp to do anything, I think you should talk to him. He really cares about you.”

And with that your shocked, confusion faded into the background and was replaced with frustration and anger. How could he say that!?

“Oh, does he?” You laughed, “Cause as I remember it, he didn’t say a thing to me when I broke up with him. Or the months before that when he was disappearing every night! Hell, he didn’t even care enough to say anything to me when I got shot for gods sake!” You shouted. It was like all the post breakup anger was coming out all over again. Who the hell did this guy think he was?

“Look, kid, I’m sorry but it’s complicated and if you just talk to him he’ll explain everything-”

You laughed bitterly, wrapping your arms around yourself and trying to stop the tears, “Ya, that’s what I used to think too. If he really cared, he would be here. Not you. Goodbye Mr Stark.”

And with that you turned and walked away before he could see you cry.

You didn’t go home. You didn’t want to be questioned by your family if they were home, or worse, have to face the silence and loneliness if they weren’t.

So you wandered the city, got some food, and just sat watching the evening crowds as they slowly thinned out.

Then you slowly started making your way home.

It was getting dark, but not so much to be dangerous, when you had a thought you weren’t proud of. If you stayed out later than you should, and there was a chance of danger, would you finally see Spiderman again?

No. No, that was dumb and you were not going to be some kind of damsel for his attention.

You mentally slapped yourself for even having such a dumb thought, when your phone rang. You were surprised to read Ned’s name on the screen, and hesitated before answering.

“Hello?” You asked suspiciously. After you and Peter broke up, it became kinda awkward between you and him. There was no bitterness, you just grew apart.

“Hey, (Y/n) what’s up?” He asked cheerfully.

“Uh, nothing. Why?” You asked.

“Just wondering. So…where are you right now?”

“I’m walking home, is there something you need Ned?” You asked as your crossed the street, unable to keep yourself from laughing a bit. His tone seemed like a forced causal, which he wasn’t pulling off too well.

“Oh you’re out on the streets at this time?” He asked with what sounded like the fake surprised voice of an actor trying too hard, “Well it’s a good thing I’m talking to you then, cause you know, you’re less likely to be bothered if the bother-er knows someone will hear you and call the cops or something.”

Thats when you stopped, “Ned…” you muttered, “How did you know I was walking home?”

“I-I didn’t. Remember I just called just now and-” he babbled on but you stopped listening, looking around to see if he was near by watching you or something. As your turned around in circles, on the roof a building you saw a flash of red as it disappeared over the edge.

You stared at the building, “Ned, I’ll call you back.” You mumbled, ignoring Ned’s pleads for you to wait.

Running across the street, you went around the side of the building where there was luckily a fire escape. Climbing as quietly as you could, you peaked over the edge. There was none other than Spiderman, crouched down near the edge closest to the street, whispering frantically to someone on his phone.

No longer bothering to be quiet, you climbed fully onto the roof and instantly caught his attention. He slowly stood up, dropping the phone as you walked towards him.

“(Y/n)” he stammered as you came to a stop before him, “H-hey.” He awkwardly posed, with one hand leaning on the edge and the other ‘casually’ on his hip.

You let out a laugh, and he coughed and quickly straightened up.

Then it got awkward. You didn’t know what to say, and he obviously didn’t either. You just stood across from each other. For a second, you thought of the dreams you’d been having, but you shook the thought away. That was not important right now.

So you sighed, and just blurted it out, “Why did you not try to see me?”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, “I guess I was just…scared.”

“Scared? Of what?” You asked.

“That you wouldn’t want to see me, I guess.” He shrugged a bit, “I feel horrible and I totally get if you’re mad because you getting hurt was all my fault and I just didn’t want to lose you like that so I guess I figured it would be better to just let you go.”

“But, but that’s not fair to me. Don’t you think I should decide whether or not your worth that to me?” You asked, speaking before the words could be processed. Then you froze, what where you saying? What was he saying?

“I’m so sorry (Y/n)-”

“Don’t say that,” you mumbled, “Its not your fault.” You reached out and took his hands in yours bringing the two of your closer and looking at his masked face.

Peter hoped to god, you couldn’t feel how bad he was shaking right now. What was happening? What was he doing? What were you doing?

He almost passed out when you held his hands, and the feeling of having you so close again was just too much. He knew that look, he had seen it so many times, but when there wasn’t a mask separating his lips from yours.

He couldnt, but he wanted to do bad. He could lift his mask, just enough and kiss you like he was wanted to for all these months. He missed the feeling, and the taste, and the smell of you. He wanted that more than anything.

But he couldn’t do that to you.

So he dropped your hands and turned away before he could see the look that went along with your small gasp of surprise.

He should have just let you be all those months ago. He should have respected your choice and left you alone and not tricked you into letting him back in. It would break your heart all over again if he kissed you now and you found out the truth later. Or worse, got hurt again, he would never forgive himself.

“I’m sorry (Y/n) but I can’t. I can’t do this too you.”

“W-what?” You stammered, “Can’t do what? I don’t even know what your talking about!”

“I can’t tell you. I’m sorry but its just complicated and, and I wish I could but-”

“No Peter don’t say that shit to me!” You shouted, why did this argument sound so familiar, it was like you were reliving the break up with-

You froze, and so did he.

You had said his name and not even realized it.

Staring up at the mask in front of you, your heart was pounding in your ears. You felt like you were going to pass out.

“Peter…” you gasped, taking a step forward.

The man behind the mask was frozen, not saying a word, hardly even breathing.

Slowly, you reached up towards his mask, but his hand caught yours before you could touch it.

He saw the way your bottom lip trembled, and your eyes glossed over. He had tried to avoid hurting you again, but that’s exactly what he was doing, so he reached up with the hand that wasn’t holding yours and pulled off his mask.

You nearly sobbed when you saw his face. The eyes you loved so much, looking worriedly into yours, his hair messed up and his face flushed. This was the closest you had been to him in months.

But everything made sense now. The feelings of deja vu, the inability to move on, the weird dreams. It seems that some part of you deep down knew all along.

You knew you would have to talk about this at some point. You would have to address everything that was happening and had happened. But right now you just wanted to touch him. So that’s what you did.

You threw your arms around him and he responded instantly, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you as close as possible.

“(Y/n)- ” he mumbled into your neck.

“Not right now, just hold me. Please.” You said, a few stray tears soaking into his suit.

You’d stayed on that roof for who knows how long, just being together. He had held you in his arms and swung you to his home. Then he held you as you fell asleep together, you head on his chest. And he was still holding you when you woke up.

He was looking down at you, and you looked up at him.

“I love you.” He said, his voice was sleepy and deeps and it made your heart melt, “I love you so much and I always have. I’m sorry for everything I put you through.”

You shushed him and looked up at him with those beautiful eyes, and he knew that look,“I love you too.” You said before pushing forward and kissing the lips you had missed so much.

This was not nearly over. There would be a lot of long talks in the near future, but for now in this moment, you and him were more than content with just being, together.



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I tagged everyone who asked/ commented for a part two and I hope a got everyone, sorry if I missed you.

I love you all thanks for reading and I hope you like it!!

Two Vans and a Bridge ~ Mikey x Reader

One shot: Yes

Request: Yes

Can you write one with the 2014/16 turtles? Reader was kidnapped and brought under a bridge by some guys but she manages to kick the one dragging her and she runs to the other end but the turtles were there doing something with their truck. Once they make eye contact with her they all freeze awkwardly until the bad guys catch up to her and they get their butts kicked? Michelangelo takes an extra liking to her cause she’s small, loves skateboarding and junk food and they become best buds.

Requester: Anon

Turtle version: Tmnt 2014/2016

Word count: 1667

Again I tried my best!

Originally posted by donnierrito

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