sat breakfast!

1. I wasn’t in love with you anymore, but god, this knocked the wind out of me.

2. You were just here.

3. You were just here.

4. Do you remember? The frozen food pressed to your shoulder, the way you shook with the knowledge of a barely avoided death?

5. My mouth. Yours.

6. I had been struggling with my old poems about you. You know, you were the first one I ever wrote. I had some questions for you, Cleveland. I suppose I don’t have them anymore.

7. It isn’t even seeing you kiss her that’s the problem. It’s that you share a table.

8. Maybe “wife” bothers me, too. I know how that word sounds, coming from you. Remember? Those long drives? Perhaps I still exist as your heart when you hit the road.

9. You still exist as mine when I hit the words.

10. I couldn’t read them aloud anymore, the poems. That old pain. It didn’t exist. We had chased it away with chocolate and cherries. Still, you occupy a shelf in the bright. In the cold .

11. You always have been impossibly careless with my heart. With my new lives, all of them.

12. There’s a Smiths song – if you were reading my texts I would send you it – it goes: and I’m not happy / and I’m not sad. I’m not sad, seeing you happy. She looks as full of light as I used to when you kissed me. I am glad for her. I know what you have to give.

13. It’s the loss of our friendship. More a removal. A reopened scar, from the last time. Remember, how we were friends? We’ve been so good at it. I can’t believe you won’t hear from me now. I couldn’t believe you wouldn’t hear from me, then. You know the words. 

14. I just wanted to wish you well. I just. I just wanted to be what I always have been. Yours, in whatever form we decide.

15. Nearly two years since we met and you still find new ways to let me down. I think it impresses me more than it wounds.

16. You told me all about her, remember? We discovered we had both loved ghosts, since the last time you cried on my couch. Do you remember? The things that we allow to haunt us take root in the end. I need to change my sheets.

17. I wonder if I am the ghost now. The woman you never had the courage to keep. Do I haunt you, darling? I can hear your voice saying yes. Feel the reach of your arms as I spin out of them, laughing. Do I echo?

18. You kissed me like you used to, the last time. You will again, the next. You always do.

19. In a poem I never got the chance to read you, I said that you exist suspended in time. In flashes of white sheets. Bathed in orange light on the Golden Gate Bridge. Spinning me around on a cold February evening. One year ago today.

20. One year ago today, you laid next to me. We cried about something that doesn’t matter anymore. It didn’t matter then, either.

21. Do you remember the words? Of that last song at what we thought was the last breakfast. You sat me on your knee.

22. Your hands shook as you held me tight. I put my lips to your ear. Do you remember? The words. Say them with me.

23. In my own sick way / I’ll always stay true to you.

—  Upon Seeing Your New Girlfriend For The First Time. Charlotte Ford.

Might I just say @mortemistrata that I was a little unsure about this prompt at first, but I had so much fun writing this! 

“Good morning, Keith.”

Keith froze with one eyebrow arched. He slowly studied the brunet in front of him. “No ‘mullet’ this morning?”

“That would be rude,” Lance said, lips curled into a frown.

Keith’s face fell until he was matching the brunet’s expression. “Are you okay?” He zeroed in on small details, like the way Lance’s normally tan skin looked slightly washed out or the dark, bruised circles under Lance’s almost lifeless eyes.

“Of course.” Lance replied, tone even. “We should go before we are late to breakfast.”

Keith absently nodded, brows furrowed deeply, as he followed the brunet into the dining hall.

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Long time coming

Bucky x reader

Notes: fluff, hot coffee, Steve and Sam are bratty.

A/N: I needed something short and sweet. So here it is. Enjoy! x 

Summary: a morning incident involving hot coffee finally brings Y/N and Bucky together. 

The moment Y/N walked the kitchen door of the small cabin, Bucky’s eyes were fixed on her. Even though she just woke up and looked a mess with her bedhead and her oversized MIT jersey, he couldn’t stop watching her. As she reached over to the coffee machine she moaned softly -but dramatically- at the movements she had to make to get her daily fuel.

Bucky couldn’t help but smile. She always had a dramatic streak, in a humorous kind of way.

“You alright there, soldier?” He chuckled at her, trying his best to not stare at her ass when she reached up to grab a mug from the cupboard. She wasn’t wearing anything but her cotton panties underneath the MIT jersey, and Bucky wasn’t complaining. 

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Blood (Batmom x Damian Wayne)

Originally posted by sixofclovers

Request:Hi! :D a Batmom request where Damian meets Batmom and doesn’t accept her motherly love towards him until some paparazzi commented something about how she feels knowing Damian isn’t her blood son and is Bruce’s blood son. Like Batmom says some inspirational stuff about blood doesn’t define family. I mean, she knows Bruce wasn’t in consent..but I’m sure the press doesn’t know that part of the story.

I totally stole that “family don’t end with blood” from Bobby Singer from Supernatural. Oops.

Tagging: @crazyfangirl1810


You had been dating Bruce for two months before you met his kids. 

It wasn’t on purpose, you’d just been visiting the manor to return Bruce’s coat to him. He’d lent it to you on a cold night on one of your dates.

Tim was on the couch with his laptop, drinking what was probably his 6th cup of coffee that day. Damian was in his room doing God knows what. Dick was visiting and he stood in front of Damian’s door, attempting to get him to play a video game with him.

A very loud “GO AWAY GRAYSON” startled you as you walked through the door. It probably wasn’t a good idea to come here uninvited. 

Alfred had been the one to open the door but he quickly walked off after excusing himself. By the delicious smell that wafted through the manor, you assumed he was cooking.

“Uh, excuse me?” You said timidly. Tim looked up for the first time and he gaped like a fish. If you weren’t so nervous you would have laughed at his face. 

“You… You’re not a slut?” He whispered, but you still heard. You were confused and unsure if you should be insulted. A loud TT startled you and you looked behind you to find a young boy, no older than 13.

You assumed it was Damian and smiled lightly. “Don’t be so quick to assume, Drake.” He said cockily. “She could still be a whore.”

You were flabbergasted at his language and rudeness. Had the 13-year-old son of the most amazing man you’d ever dated just call you a whore? 

You stood there, shocked. An older man who stood beside the boy nervously chuckled. You assumed he was Dick.

“I’m terribly sorry. Damian has.. well, no filter.” He said quickly. You brushed it off, not wanting to make a bad impression. Too late, you thought bitterly.

“It.. It’s okay.” You managed. Dick gave you a dazzling smile and charm radiated off of him. “I’m Dick, this is Damian and Tim,” He said, pointing at respective persons. 

Damian just scoffed. “What are you doing here, harlot?”  

You nearly fell over from shock. This kid seriously had issues.

“I-I’m here for Bruce. I wanted to return his coat.” You lifted it up as proof.

Bruce finally arrived after you stuttered that out. “Apologies, I was in my study.” He rushed toward you. “Y/N, these are my kids.” He smiled.

You stood there shell-shocked for a moment before smiling lightly. “We met.” You say, a bit of an offended tone to your voice.

You seem to remember what you came for and lifted up his coat. “I, uh, brought your coat,” You let out a shy, cute smile. You handed it to him and said your goodbyes quickly, ignoring Damian’s glare as you said goodbye to him.

After that, you made it your mission to get Damian to like you.

You tried everything. You made him breakfast, which he threw into the trash immediately because he “doesn’t like blueberry pancakes”. You tried to get into what he liked, which was swordplay apparently. You studied for weeks, and he had you beaten in seconds. He insulted you and pointed out your flaws. You were embarrassed, but you didn’t give up.

Bruce offered to speak to him about his behavior but you declined. He’d never like you if you had Bruce talk to him.

It had been 3 months after you met and still, nothing changed.

Until one night. You were attending an auction with Bruce and he had brought Damian along.

Bruce had been answering some questions and you were getting desperate for a drink. You walked over to Damian, hopeful. “Hi, Damian.” You greeted brightly. 

He didn’t answer, he just looked away. At least he didn’t call you a harlot.

You didn’t give up. “Come get a drink. Non-alcoholic, of course.” 

He looked back at you, rolling his eyes. “You’re lucky I’m thirsty.”

You nearly jumped for joy but instead smiled and made your way toward the bar. You were interrupted by a reporter. 

“Y/N, you’re dating the Bruce Wayne, aren’t you?” She questioned quickly. You smiled nervously, not prepared. “Yes, I am.” 

“What’s it like? How do you feel about his children?” 

You were growing uncomfortable but answered anyway. “It’s amazing. He is a perfect gentleman. His children are wonderful.” 

Damian was growing annoyed. “Is that all?” He snapped. The reporter looked at him as if she just realized he was there. 

An idea popped into her head and she smiled cockily. “How do you feel about Damian? After all, he isn’t your blood child but he is Bruce’s.” 

Damian nearly started to verbally attack the woman but you answered. “I think of Damian as a son. He might not be my blood, but blood doesn’t make family.” 

You continued, “Family doesn’t end with blood. Family’s got your back, even when it hurts. That’s family. And I consider the Wayne’s to be my family.”

Damian and the reporter looked at you, shocked. Bruce, who was lurking, smiled. You really were perfect.

“Well, I think we should get going.” Bruce smiled at the reporter as he guided you and Damian out of the building.

When you got to the manor Bruce excused himself, leaving you and Damian alone.

You were about to go upstairs when Damian spoke up. “Did you mean that? About family.” 

You turned and smiled at him lightly. “Every word.” 

He nodded, walking away and going up the stairs to his room.

The next morning you were making breakfast, humming along to a song you had in your head. Damian walked toward the kitchen counter and huffed loudly.

You turned your head and smiled. “Good morning, Damian.” His cheeks had a red tint to them and he coughed. “I had a particularly hard training session today. I request blueberry pancakes.” 

You grinned and started cooking.

When they finished, you and Damian sat eating breakfast together. You started to truly feel like a family.

After all, family don’t end with blood.

the timing is all wrong- h.s imagine

Originally posted by irinagudronchik

“Y/N!”

You chuckled softly and excused yourself from the conversation you were having with one of your friends.

Harry drunkenly plopped his body next to yours, his body almost on top of yours. He buried his face into your neck and smiled.

As if your hands had a mind of their own, they started to rub his back in a soothing matter. “How are you doing, birthday boy?”

Harry hummed and pulled his body back so he could look at you properly. He had a stupid, drunk, smile on his face. “I’m having the time of my life!”

You laughed, heart swelling at your best friend. “Good! You deserve the world.”

Even in Harry’s drunken state, his stomach did backflips hearing your words.

“Harry! Come on, let’s dance!” a female voice shouted from the middle of the dance floor.

You cleared your throat and nodded your head towards her, “Your girlfriend is calling you.”

Harry looked back between Brooklyn and you. He opened his mouth but was interrupted by Brooklyn calling him once again.

You tapped on his cheek, “Go! We’ll talk later!” Harry gave you a peck on your cheek and promised to meet up again later and proceeded to dance with Brooklyn.

You stared as he wrapped his arm around her waist and gave her a hard kiss to which she returned, her arms wrapping around his neck. You cleared your throat and looked down at the beer bottle in your hands before taking a long chug from it.

Louis came over and sat next to you, placing a hand on your thigh. He leaned into your ear and whispered, “I saw that.”

You looked at Louis and smirked, “What? Saw Harry acting like a proper drunk idiot?”

Louis shook his head and returned a smirk back to you, “No. Saw you drooling over the drunk idiot.”

You smacked Louis hard on his chest. “I told you that in secrecy!”

Louis rubbed where you hit him and gave you a look, “Oi! I haven’t told anyone!”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “I’m surprised you haven’t with that giant mouth of yours.”

Louis held his hands up in defense, “To be honest with you, I am too.”

You gave him one more look before the two of you burst out into laughter. You shook your head and looked back to Harry and Brooklyn dancing to a slower song, arms wrapped around each other. Still looking at him, you told Louis, “Doesn’t matter. He would never feel the same anyways.”

The next morning, you woke up to a slight headache. Damn it. Should have drank more water last night. You picked up your phone to see several messages from Harry, no doubt he texted it to you when he was drunk; the thought making you smile softly.

Y/N love! Miss you!

We should totally rent a boat.

Promised you a dance! Where r u

Did u leave u dick

LOL you don’t have a dick

Wait do u

Y/N?

Y/N!

ANSWER ME.

You laughed at Harry’s texts, wondering how in the world could he ever get these kind of ideas in his head. You glanced at the time at the top of your phone and figured you should make sure he got home alright.

“Hello?” Harry groggily answered.

“Morning sunshine.” You smiled getting up from your bed, heading over to the kitchen.

“I am anything from being in a sunshine mood this morning” Harry said, eyes closed, snuggling into his covers. “Can you bring me breakfast?”

You shut your fridge door and balanced the phone between your ear and shoulder, twisting a water bottle open, “Pass.”

Harry groaned loudly into the phone, “But it’s my birthday!”

You gulped down your swig of water, “It was last night, idiot!” Harry pouted, “But I’m hungry. And you love me.”

You rolled your eyes and chuckled. Harry whined, “Please Y/N.”

You sighed and smiled, shaking your head. “Fine.”

Harry cheered before wincing from the sudden movement, very hung over. “Maybe bring some aspirin as well.”

You were humming to yourself softly, holding a bag filled with Harry’s favorite breakfast: Avocado toast. Yours: A chocolate croissant.

You walked up to George, Harry’s doorman and dropped a bag in front of him. You smiled, “Hey George.”

George looked up at you and smiled before reaching into the bag. “Morning Miss Y/L/N.”

“I grabbed you a breakfast sandwich this time. George put his hand over his heart, “A woman that knows my heart.”

You laughed and walked away, “See ya, George!”

After taking the elevator to Harry’s apartment, you finally got to his door. You pulled his spare key out of your pocket and unlocked the door. You shut the door quietly, careful not to make too much noise. You placed your purse and bad with food on the counter. You began to walk to Harry’s bedroom but froze instantly. You heard a very loud moan come out of his room. You peeked your head from behind the hallway and were met with a rather disgusting sight. Brooklyn was on her knees in front of Harry. You quickly turned around and walked away, picking up the food and purse on your way out. Once you finally exited his apartment, you leaned against the door and sighed. She must of came over as soon as we hung up. Not wanting to let the food go to waste, you reached into your back pocket and pulled out your phone.

Breakfast?

Louis sat at his dining room table, hand on his chin, pouting, “If I knew you were going to give me this, I wouldn’t have answered your text.” You shrugged your shoulders, finishing the rest of your croissant. “Harry loves that.”

Louis crossed his arms and mumbled, “Harry also likes sardines.”

You wiped your mouth before Louis spoke up again, “Why didn’t you just give him this then?”

You picked at the button on the top of your shirt, “I was but decided not to.”

Louis stared at you, “Brooklyn was there wasn’t she?”

You sighed and shook your head yes. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Brooklyn. She was a very sweet girl. You tried to look for something small to dislike her but unfortunately, you couldn’t. Brooklyn was lovely. She was someone Harry needed.

Louis bit his lip, a look of sympathy on his face. He didn’t understand how Harry could be so blind. Y/N was perfect in his eyes. She was funny, the right amount of sassy, and beautiful. Anyone would be lucky to have the honor to call her their girlfriend. Wanting to change your mood, he asked, “Let me show you something.”

“Louis! That was awesome!” You shouted. The two of you were sat in Louis’s mini studio inside his apartment. He just played back a song that he was recently working on, planning for it to be his next hit.

Louis pressed the stop button and smiled brightly at you, “You liked it?”

“Loved it! So proud of you!” You smiled, giving him a hug. Louis smiled and hugged you back a little tighter, “I’m glad.”

Harry was sat on the couch in your living room apartment, feet on the coffee table. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in a while.” You came back into the living room, popcorn in your hands. You sat next to him, getting into the same comfortable position as well. You shrugged your shoulders and grabbed the remote, going through the DVR. You clicked on the episode of Game of Thrones you were looking for and nestled into the couch a little more. “Wait, you skipped an episode. We didn’t watch that one yet.” Harry interrupted you.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot I watched that episode with Louis the other night” you said, grabbing the remote again. “I’ll watch it again if you’ll like.”

Harry turned his body so it was facing you, “Since when have you and Louis started hanging out?”

You shrugged your shoulders once more, “We’ve always hung out.” Harry scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah..but never alone..”

You gave him a confused look, “What does that have to do with anything?”

Harry sighed, “It doesn’t but I didn’t know you guys were on that friendship level..”

You gave him one more look before laughing, “Louis is great company, what’s the big deal?”

Harry got back into his position and rested his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer, a sense of worry going through his body. “I’m being silly, sorry love. Can we watch the episode?”

You were holding your chest, trying to gain your breath back. Louis stood next to you, tapping his foot, hands on his hips. “Y/N-” You held up your finger, still trying to catch your breath.

He rolled his eyes. “Oh for fuck’s sake, Y/N it was only a block!”

You and Louis started to grab some takeout. While you guys were walking back to his apartment, it started to rain. Not wanting the food to get ruined, Louis suggested the two of you to run the short distance. Finally, you were able to breathe. You narrowed your eyes at him, “I could have slipped on the rain and died.”

The two of you stepped into the elevator, he smirked at you. “That would be an unfortunate way to die. ‘Girl defeated by rain.’ Now that’s a buzzfeed article I would read.”

Ever since Harry’s birthday party, you and Louis became insanely close. At first you saw Louis as a distraction from your feelings for Harry but eventually you grew to really enjoy his company. Louis always admired you and hanging out with you lately has made his feelings for you grow more.

After the two of you finished the food, you really wanted to hear Louis’s new song again. Louis pretended to be annoyed but his heart warmed at the thought of you loving his song. As Louis played back the song, you began dancing like a mad woman. Louis was watching you, laughing at your horrid dance moves. As you were dancing, your foot caught on one of the wires that was on the floor. Louis quickly grabbed you before you fell to the floor. You placed your hands on his arms and looked up at him. You don’t know who kissed who first but you soon found yourself sitting on Louis’s lap, hands tangled in his hair. The two of you kissing as his song was playing quietly in the background, repeating itself.

You were walking to your door, hand in your hand, smiling at Louis’s latest text to you. You quickly sent him a text, arranging to meet up later. As soon as you opened the door, Harry was on the other side. His hand was up, looking like he was going to knock before you opened the door. “Hey. what are you doing here?” you asked, putting your phone into your back pocket.

“I broke up with Brooklyn.”


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Battle of the Ego

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings/Contains: lite tony smut, angry bucky, dominant bucky, pushing around, lite insults, spanking, slight tears, rough sex, cumming, unprotected sex, thumb sucking, lite masturbation, dirty talk

Word Count: 1973 (nice james blunt reference)

so this started out as THIS head-cannon and as soon as i read the prompt i wanted to make this into something more. so if you aren’t into tony, this probably isn’t for you

Originally posted by carryonmy-assbutt

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Sirius x Reader: Potter Plans

Warnings: no ?

Requested: Yes

A/N: I’M BAAAACK!! It’s the 2 month anniversary of this account and we’re a squad of 523… a number I never thought I’d reach let alone reach in 2 months so thank you my lovelies xx I thought I’d greet this 2 month hiatus return with a hella long imagine x so enjoy reading and send me imagine requests (i’m only answering ships every thurs) xx

“Sirius wins.” You announced, standing up from your leaning position on the wall.

“No way!” James protested, panting.

“I have an unfair advantage. You see these cheekbones? Aerodynamically suited for speed.” Sirius said, somehow he said it seriously. ‘Well those cheekbones are sharp’, you found yourself thinking.

You rolled your eyes and started walking around the sofa, spotting Lily as you did so. “Hey Lils.” You smiled.

“Hey, oh sit, I want to ask you something.”

You winked at James who was practically drooling over Lily and sat down. Eventually, you’d satisfactorily answered her question and you were free to go.

“How do you do it?” James asked immediately as you sat down.

“Well, you see, I bend my knees and let gravity pull me to my seat. It’s-”

“Shut up, you know what I mean.”

Remus had started sniggering at his friend’s stupidity. James shot Remus a threatening glare, stopping him immediately and went back to his book.

You giggled slightly and continued chatting, “Just talk to her like she’s a normal person.”

“I’ve been trying!” He groaned. In all the years you had known James, you’d never seen him act like this about a girl- ‘if only Sirius felt like this about me’ you thought.

Sirius came back from his shower shortly after, shooing Remus further over the sofa so he could sit in his favourite spot that, coincidentally, was next to you.

At around 11, you finally felt your eyes grow heavy and flutter shut, falling asleep next to Sirius.

Sirius admired you as you slept, unaware of his surroundings, he loved everything about you and you just seemed more beautiful lit by the fire: your eyelashes cast soft shadows over your cheekbones, your lips were slightly parted and your brows slightly furrowed.

And James watched as his best friend admired another, both so painfully obviously in love yet so blind to it.

You stirred slightly, breaking both boys reverie, Sirius shot up and announced he was going to bed. You waved him good night sleepily and was about to go to bed yourself when James pounced a question on you.

“Does Lily like me?”

“You know she does you twat. She just doesn’t want to give in, she has no reason to, you’re always available to her.”

James looked as though he was going to defend himself but thought better of it.

A familiar look spread across his tanned face and you straightened up, “Potter, I know that look, stop, no.”

“You like Sirius.” you spluttered from shock but James merely continued, “I like Lily. They like us back. We need to make them jealous.”

“Fuck off.” You whinged, not in the mood for a ‘Potter Plan’ as you and Eudaimonia called them.

“Nah, hear me out. We pretend to date, they get jealous and boom, love is in the air.” James looked at you triumphantly, the look not faltering when you glared back.

“Ew, gross, no. You’re like my brother.”

“Calm down, it’s not like I’d ever date you.”

“Doing great, dear.”

“You know what I mean.”

You paused, pondering the idea, and took a deep breath, “Until Friday.”

“Won’t take longer than 2 days.”

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Vanilla #1

Lance was afraid. He was on a ship with two alphas who already had constant disagreements, and that was on a good day.

There was a bottle that stood by Lances sink, empty, long past empty in fact. His suppressants were long past empty. Lance had gone to Coran many times in the past two weeks, asking initially about Alteans and their hierarchy regarding Alphas, Omegas and Betas, to his disappointment Coran hadn’t the slightest idea what these statuses were. Or maybe it was to his relief, nobody to judge him for his pre-determined role. Coran had made a copy of what was on the bottle and spent every spare minute trying to recreate the medication for Lance, in confidence of course. The blue paladin had made a clear point to the old Altean, pushing for him not to tell a soul about the prescription. Coran obliged, in slight reluctancy.

“Good morning Shiro, Hunk.” Lance walked into the kitchen that morning. He dragged his feet over to the table and sat down and Shiro perked his ears in slight confusion, he turned to Lance and tested the air. Lance froze, he knew the day would come when the suppressants would ware off, he was just surprised it was so soon. Internally he counted the days. 5. It had been 5 days since he had downed he last pill and distress washed over him as he realized that that was about right. It takes a week for suppressants to run through your system and at day 5 smells would leak through and behaviours would start returning.

“Good morning Buddy!” Hunk called from the kitchen as he was whipping up supposed breakfast. Shiro sat stiffly and stared at Lance, scanning him up and down. Making the young man uneasy. His omega reflexes were kicking in as he thought back to health class ‘Basic human instinct is fight or flight, Alphas fight, Omegas Flight.’ It was as simple as that, there was an Alpha staring him down and he wanted to run. He wanted to turn heel and book it down the hallway, Shiro would be hot on his tail because at its basic genetic make up, Omegas were prey and Alphas were predators, and Lance knew this.

“Shiro… Shiro you’re staring.” Shiro shook his head and snapped back into the present, his nostrils stopped flaring and his pupils grew bigger, his animalistic intent gone.

“S-Sorry.” He looked down, the proper etiquette to apologize. He looked back to Lance after his formal apology and became interested in the smell again but in a less ‘I want to hunt you and mount you once you’ve been caught’ and more a ‘this is new and interesting’ kind of way. “You just smell…” he inhaled deeply. “Different.” He grabbed Lances collar of his jacket, desperate to get more of the smell into his lungs, it was familiar but foreign, still Lance but… different. “New cologne?” He asked “or beauty product?” Shiro searched for an answer.

“New body wash… why?” Lance was laughing nervously, Shiro a little too close for his liking and he felt a little too trapped to be calm, his hair stood on end. “Like it?” He smirked cautiously.

“Very much.” Shiro hardly acknowledged Lance but was so mesmerized by the scent he only snapped back when hunk set plates down on the table, the clanging made him look at the source of the noise. “O-Oh thank you hunk.” He looked back at the jacket, up at Lance, and realized how stupid he must look, smelling Lances jacket while it was still on him, he dropped it and mustered an apologetic smile. Lance looked at Shiro and saw sweat forming in beads on his forehead, Shiro isn’t a sweater, he only sweats after long training sessions or intense missions. “It looks d-delicious” he mumbled, almost before turning back to his food, as if he were almost saying it about Lance… almost. there was a gulp and Shiro tried to shake it off and picked up a fork to start eating what resembled eggs but were slightly thicker and a gross colour of blue, regardless of the look they tasted delicious.

Hunk looked to Lance and sniffed slightly, much less interested in the new smell due to his Beta status, he tilted his head questioningly and Lance answered before the question was asked. “New Body wash.” He smiled and tugged at his collar, feeling the cloth stick to his skin. Hunk nodded and placed the dish in front of Lance.

“Thanks man.”

“Yeah no problem.” In the next two seconds Keith came flying around the corner and ran into the kitchen, Pidge hot on his heels. They stopped in the middle of the room, breathing heavily and Keith smirked slyly at The green paladin who was glaring daggers, if looks could kill he’d be dead on the floor.

“Fine.“she heaved “you win, you’re faster.” Her hands were on her knees as she tried to catch her breath. Keith; not bent over, but still catching his breath, walked over to the table and found a spot beside Lance. Of course he had to be sat between the two alphas. Of course he did. There was a god and it hated him. Keith froze half way through running his fingers through his hair and turned to Lance, giving the same expression that Shiro had. The difference of the two was the Keith snapped himself from it.

“You smell funny.” He stated, blunt as always.

Lance wrinkled his nose in disgust at the pungent scent that attacked his nose. “Oof and you smell oh so pretty.” His face was the epitome of grotesque displeasure and Keith shoved at Lance lightly, smiling gently. Their relationship had been good lately, not strained, still light teasing but no arguments.

“Just got back from training” he stated, shovelling the imposter egg into his mouth. “Why your smell?”

“New body wash, picked it up at the last marketplace we went to.” He hardly looked up, his suave charisma along with his ability to lie was counted as a blessing in those seconds. Keith grunted in acknowledgment, also keeping focus on his plate, he may have seemed not interested but every instinct made him want to investigate Lance and his odour.

“Smells nice.” He mumbled half-mindedly.

“Gasp! What did I just hear? Was that a genuine compliment from Kogane himself?!” He nudged Keith’s shoulders and the red paladin scowled.

“Yeah don’t expect another one for a long time if you’re gonna react like that.” Lance pulled away, realizing the boundaries and laughed it off.

“To be perfectly honest I’m already surprised when you compliment me.” He turned to ask for the salt-like-liquid he used for seasoning his eggs. He’d been so caught up in his conversation with Keith he hadn’t noticed Shiro had moved closer to him and kept glancing out the side of his eye. Lance caught the look and Shiro instantly looked down as if to apologize again and Lance flicked his head up, a non verbal way of saying the apology wasn’t needed; a common action of an Omega. He froze and Shiro let himself look at Lance, confused. Lance played it off and brushed hair behind his ear, looking back to his food. Hunk and Pidge watching their interactions silently, glancing at each other occasionally for non-verbal opinions, the odd nod in telepathic agreement, or look of confusion. They were so in sync it was scary. By the time Lance had finished his food and went to stand up he was almost shoulder to shoulder. With Shiro and Keith had spread his legs slightly so his knee was touching Lances. As soon as he moved to stand Keith stood with him and looked at Lance attentively. He second guessed himself and gave himself a confused look, Lance doubling it. Almost instantly though Shiro also stood up and took a step towards Keith, his shoulders back and head up. The red paladins confusion melted away to a need for dominance. He was small, and several years younger than Shiro but still opted a challenge, they exchanged low growls, hardly audible. Within seconds they were shoving each other’s shoulders lightly, their growls growing.

“Woah! Woah guys!” Hunk stood up from the other side of the table, reaching a hand as if it’d do something. “What’s with the aggression? Why the sudden dominant neediness??” Hunks voice was concerned, like the mother hen he needed to be.

“I DONT KNOW!” Keith’s voice continued to growl, Shiro not backing down.

“I WANT TO FIGHT YOU AND IM NOT SURE WHY.” Shiro yelled back angrily.

“ME TOO.” Keith stood onto his tippy toes, still not close to Shiro’s height.

“THIS IS WEIRD.” Shiro sounded confused within his anger but his face didn’t betray him.

“WHY ARE WE YELLING.” Keith made another attempt to intimidate Shiro but his voice simply couldn’t hit that baritone that Shiros could.

“I DONT KNOW!” They took a step away and bowed their heads. Shiro gripped his temples and Keith crossing his arms in front of his stomach.

“Ooookay.” Lance turned to walk away and both alphas went to follow him, glancing at each other, almost starting another growling fit. “Hey! Guys I’m just putting my plate in the dish disposal.” He shook his head as their expressions turned to confusion. “What’s gotten into you guys.” He asked a question he knew the answer to. Because you see they were alphas, needy, lonely, dominant alphas. And Lance? Lance was an omega, and at that, he was an omega with no mate.

…to be continued… (S/o to mah boi @legendarylangst along with other people for supporting the idea of the omegaverse fic)
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Character: Min Yoongi x reader (oc)

Genre/words: Angst, Future Smut/Mature scenes, Arranged Marriage! AU / 10,704 words

Summary: He is the successor of his family’s business empire, and you are the female heir of yours. After the trouble his older brother had created in the past, he now must face certain requirements needed for the sake of the family’s future and to save his rights of inheritance, and you become his only way out. Everything might seem so simple, just the way they are supposed to. But everything isn’t always what it seems, is it?


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Pregnant

Request: I have seen this one before, kind of, but I want a different one (Jasper can sense the baby’s emotions) but for this one, Jasper doesn’t realize that his human mate is pregnant (the pregnancy is slightly better then Bella’s therefore, less noticeable at first) by feeling the small baby’s emotions inside.

Warnings: Pregnancy, slight angst, mostly fluff, death ment. 

Pairing: Jasper x pregnant!reader 

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It’s Always the Quiet One

What would Peter be like with an Gf that’s like an unexpected tease? Like she seems quiet and innocent but she also will send him flirty pics and whisper freaky shit to him in casual settings.

“I think they’re cute together,” Sam laughed as he and Natasha watched the two teenagers in the living room try to throw popcorn in the air and catch it in their mouth.

“Shut it, Sam,” Natasha growled. Sam only grinned, he knew he was getting on her nerves, that was the point of the game. The team’s youngest members were in a relationship and had been for several months. The news was just getting out to the rest of the team though.

“Does Cap know yet?” Sam smiled, hoping to God that he didn’t so he could tell Steve that Tony’s Spider-kid was dating his little Angel.

“No, he’s still out in Belarus,” Natasha glared holes into the back of Peter’s head.

“And Tony?”

“He knows. He knew a month ago and he’s hiding in his workshop. He thinks I don’t know where he is.”

“Natasha they’re kids,” Sam sighed trying to calm her down. He really didn’t see what the big deal was. Yes, Peter was a little annoying, and Y/N was totally out of his league but he knew Peter was a good kid.

“Do you remember being a teenage boy?” Natasha asked, her voice low and dangerous.

“Yes, but I don’t think Spiderling has it in him honestly. He’s a little nerd,” Sam shrugged.

“It’s always the boys you don’t expect, the nice ones that weasel their way into your heart and make you feel something only to never call back after they have sex with you.”

“Well damn, Nat. Who hurt you?!” Sam turned to look at Natasha incredulously. She glared back at him, malevolence rolling off of her in thick waves, “Alright, alright. Say Peter does all that, where’s he gonna go, Nat. He can’t just disappear and he’s an Avenger. He’s going to be stuck right here with you.”

She seemed to relax a little with that, “I would crush his head between my thighs like an egg.”

“And you trained Y/N. Don’t you think you did a good enough job that she’ll be fine.”

Natasha relaxed a little bit more, “She’d punch a hole through his face.”

“See? Now can you calm down and just enjoy how ridiculous they are together?”

She sighed, “Y/N looks so happy.”

“Doesn’t she… Now I just have to calm Steve down when he gets back,” Sam shook his head and walked away.

Peter tossed popcorn at you and you caught it expertly in your mouth. You threw one at him and it just hit him in the face.

“How are you so good at that?” he groaned, frustrated by his constant failure.

“I’ve got a particularly skilled mouth,” you wagged your eyebrows as you said this, watching Peter’s face as he blushed.

“Stop it, if someone hears you, they’re gonna think I’m some kind of horndog.”

“Oh if only they knew who the real horndog is in this relationship,” you laughed tossing more popcorn at him.

“They wouldn’t believe it,” Peter frowned, “they’d probably blame me.”

“Yep they’d blame you for turning their little angel into a freak,” you murmured.

“Don’t say that!” He freaked out, “You know, I miss when you were just the sweet girl with healing powers, Y/N.”

“No you don’t,” you scoffed, “Because that girl wouldn’t send you beautiful pictures of herself while you’re with Mr. Stark.”

“Exactly! She wouldn’t do that! Do you have any idea how distracting that is? How am I supposed to think about anything else all day?”

“That’s not my problem Spidey,” you grinned before stuffing a handful of popcorn in your mouth.

The next day, Steve came back to the tower. Natasha woke you up early to meet him at the hangar. You stood beside her still in your pajamas nearly bouncing with excitement. Steve was like a father to you. He found you when you were young, took you in, and raised you as his own. The moment he stepped of the jet you ran to him with open arms. As always he dropped what he had in his hands to catch you as you jumped in his arms.

“You have to tell me when I get too big for this,” You laughed as he hugged you tightly.

“You’ll never be too big. You’re gonna be thirty and I’m still gonna hug you like this.”

“I’ll hold you to it, old man.”

He eventually put you back on your feet and you began your usual rapid fire questionnaire about his physical health. He seemed fine, save a few scratches and bruises. You waited in the kitchen for him while he showered so you could tell him all about your adventures in the months you’d been gone… but most importantly to tell him you were dating Peter before someone else could. Sam sauntered into the kitchen and peered into the fridge.

“So you’re gonna tell him, right?” he asked glancing back at you.

“Of course I am. If I don’t you’ll just rat me out anyway,” you huffed.

“Mind if I stand somewhere out of sight and eavesdrop?” Sam smirked.

“Yes I mind.”

“Too bad,” he grabbed a drink out of the fridge then disappeared.

“You are so nosey,” you grumbled, knowing he could hear you. A few minutes later, Steve joined you in the kitchen.

“Alright, catch me up.”

You caught him up on everything that had happened, like how Tony blew up the workshop on accident and you almost died but Peter saved you. Natasha then chased Tony through the tower until she cornered him and punched him so hard in the arm that he still has the bruise- it happened the day after Steve left. You also told him about how Sam almost cut through his finger trying to slice a cucumber. You decided to casually mention your relationship status in the middle of all the chaos.

“Tony found out that I’m dating Peter and he told everyone, then Wanda nearly fell of the roof but the Iron Man bots-”

“Wait, back up. What was that about Peter,” Steve had been making breakfast while you talked but now he was still, waiting for you to repeat yourself.

You cleared your throat nervously, “Tony found out that Peter and I are dating… and he told everyone… so now I’m telling you.”

“That means you were dating him in secret before Tony found out.” he turned around slowly to look at you. He was giving you his stern Captain America face. You were definitely in trouble.

“Yes, sir, I was,” you nodded, it was best to be extra respectful when he got like this. Any slip-up could mean a two hour lecture on respect and safety and responsibility.

“For how long?”

“Five months,” you whispered.

“Five months?! You can barely keep a secret for five minutes how’d you manage it for five months.”

“Well you guys were away a lot and you’ve been looking for your friend so it was kind of easy. And we agreed I could date now so I’m not breaking any rules.”

“But you should have told me!”

“I wanted to tell you. I didn’t want to tell anyone before I told you, but when you were home I didn’t really wanna ruin the time together, and it didn’t seem like the kind of thing to tell you over phone-,” you rambled quickly.

“I get it,” he sighed. He was silent for a moment as he pinched the bridge of his nose and thought about things, “So Peter.”

“Yes. He’s really good to me, Steve. Like really good.”

“Is that a euphemism for something-”

“No! I just mean he’s nice and gentlemanly and there’s no need to go beat him up.”

“Fine. I’m assuming Natasha already sat you down and gave you… the talk.”

You thought back to that surprisingly okay conversation. She didn’t try to scare you with pictures of diseased genitalia or preach about abstinence, she told you what you needed to know to be safe.

“Yes, she did.”

“Good…would you go get Peter. I just want to talk to him.”

“Steve, you never want to ‘just talk’ to anyone,” you groaned.

“No I actually want to talk. You’d just be mad at me otherwise.”

“That’s right. I would hold a grudge for years.”

“Yeah, yeah, go get him.”

You hurried off to go get Peter from Tony’s workshop. The moment you said Steve wanted to talk to him, he turned about as white as a sheet. Tony wished him good luck and sent him out of the door. You tried to prepare Peter as much as you could, but you knew all of your assurances were futile. No matter what you said, there was a good chance Steve was going to kick his ass.

Peter sat at the breakfast bar, right across from Steve. You took up Steve’s abandoned task of making breakfast while they talked.

“Look, son, you know why you’re here,” Steve began. You stirred a big bowl of pancake batter.

“Yes, sir,” Peter nodded.

“Now I trust, Y/N’s judgement, and I know as far as kids go you’re a good one.”

“Thank you-”

“I’m not done. I don’t trust you though, not with her.”

You knew from the tone of Steve’s voice that both you and Peter were off the hook so you decided to mess with your boyfriend. You poured some batter on the griddle to cook then grabbed a banana from the bowl on the counter then turned around. Peter was facing you, if he peered over Steve’s shoulder he could see you just fine. Steve’s back was to you, and he was concentrating on threatening Peter’s life. You caught Peter’s eye as you peeled the banana. He gave you a look full of suspicion and rightly so, he knew you well. You took to licking the tip of the banana and Peter gave you a look of disappointment. When you didn’t get the response you wanted you slowly put the length of the banana in your mouth. Peter blushed despite keeping his mask of disappointment on his face.

“Son, are you listening to me?” Steve demanded and Peter refocused.

“Yes. I understand.” Peter visibly tried to keep his eyes off of you as you defiled that poor fruit and he tried to just keep thinking about how ridiculous you were. He kept chanting to himself, “It’s not hot, it’s stupid. It’s not hot, it’s stupid. She’s absolutely ridiculous.” As he thought this mantra Sam walked in behind him so you had to quickly turn around and attend to the pancakes on the griddle. Peter held in laughter at your quick save.

“Is something funny?” Steve demanded.

“Nothing’s funny, sir.”

Sam left back out and you were back at it again. You took the banana in as far as you could, made eye contact with Peter once more before biting the fruit and chewing. Peter smiled internally at you as you chewed, looking like a little chipmunk. You were ridiculous and he loved you for it.

“Do I make myself clear?” Steve ended.

Peter nodded, “Yes, sir.”

Steve nodded to himself then turned towards you. When he did so Peter made a face at you to let you know you were in trouble. You smiled a little at him as he went back to Tony’s workshop.

Later on, when Steve was taking a nap Peter decided to exact his revenge. You stood in the living room looking through Tony’s old records when Peter simply picked you up and threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Peter,” you laughed, beating on his back playfully. He took you away from the common room wordlessly. Eventually you gave up and just settled for hitting his butt like some bongos while you waited for him to put you down. You recognized the familiar path, he was taking you to his room.

“If Steve wakes up, he’s gonna kick your butt,” you said in a sing songy voice.

“I’ll take my chances,” he scoffed, you both knew Steve was dead to the world and would be for the next four hours. He stepped into his room, kicked the door closed and tossed you carelessly on the bed. Before you even had a chance to stop bouncing he was holding your hands above your head and tickling you mercilessly.

“Why are you such a tease?” he laughed as your laughter filled the room, “I want an apology, Y/N.”

“Never!” you yelled back.

“Then I’m never letting you go,” he spoke back as he continued his attack on your sides. When tears were in your eyes, and your cheeks hurt from smiling so much you gave in.

“Alright, I’m sorry!”

He stopped, “For what?”

“For teasing you.”

“And you’ll never do it again?”

“Well what fun would that be, Peter.”

“None at all,” he smiled as he leaned down and kissed you, “How do you have the Avengers so fooled?”
“Because I’m quiet and sweet.Don’t I taste sweet, Peter?”

He rolled his eyes and kissed you again, “It’s always the quiet one’s who get you.” he mumbled against your lips.

~Mod Lillian

Chapter three: The Letters From No One

On Sunday morning, Uncle Vernon sat down at the breakfast table looking tired and rather ill, but happy.
‘No post on Sundays,’ he reminded them happily as he spread marmalade on his newspapers, 'no damn letters today -’
Something came whizzing down the kitchen chimney as he spoke and caught him sharply on the back of the head. Next moment, thirty or forty letters came pelting out of the fireplace like bullets. The Dursleys ducked, but Harry leapt into the air trying to catch one -
'Out! OUT!’
Uncle Vernon seized Harry around the waist and threw him into the hall. When Aunt Petunia and Dudley had run out with their arms over their faces, Uncle Vernon slammed the door shut. They could hear the letters still streaming into the room, bouncing off the walls and floor.

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BTS X READER [COLLEGE!AU | THRILLER!AU]

WORD COUNT: 7,114

series warnings: mature themes, violence, blood and gore, murder, emotional manipulation, bullying, mental health deterioration, eventual smut and substance abuse. this chapter contains strong language, light smut, bullying and claustrophobic themes

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Birthday Boy - Draco x Reader


Hey guys! In celebration of our favorite boy’s birthday on the 5th, I decided to write a birthday imagine!! It’s a bit long, but I hope you guys enjoy it! Let me know what ya think! Thank you!!!!

Warnings - None that I am aware of!!! 



“HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABE!” Y/N yelled as she jumped on to Draco’s bed.

 He groaned and rolled over on to his stomach. Pulling the blankets off of him, she straddled his back. Leaning down, she placed a gentle kiss behind his ear. He let out a soft sigh in response. Taking it as a sign to continue, she pressed another one at the back of his hairline and continued down the back of his neck.



“Draco, get up. We have a busy day and I’m trying to make this your best birthday ever - which I know seems impossible since last year’s was pretty great, but this one will be the best one yet, I promise.” Y/N whispered as she pressed her hands into his back.

With Y/N moving her hands - and mouth - up and down his shoulders and back, this was was the most relaxed Draco had been in days. Between maintaining his “bad boy” image and dealing with whatever his father needed him to do, Draco had slipped into a minor depression - not that he’d tell anyone. But the only thing that ever came close to making him relax and see the good in the world was her. 



“I don’t want to.” Draco mumbled and closed his eyes tighter.


“I know that, Draco. But I have a whole day planned so get up and get dressed.” She placed another kiss behind his ear and the dormitory door swung open. Y/N jumped and Draco swung his head towards the door.

“Happy birthday, Draco!” Pansy shouted, dragging a tired looking Blaise behind her.

Draco groaned and his head found its way under his pillow.

“I thought I told you guys to wait downstairs.” Y/N rolled her eyes and swung herself off of Draco.

Pansy crossed her arms and cocked a hip.

“You were taking too long. I’m ready to get this day started!”

“Okay, okay! Draco, please get up and get dressed. Wear something casual, alright? We’ll be downstairs.” Y/N said and ushered Blaise and Pansy out of the room.


They only had to wait thirty minutes for Draco to finally drag himself down the long steps and into the Slytherin common room. He was wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of dark black pants and although Y/N had known Draco for years, she still got butterflies when she saw him. He slung on arm around her, pulling her close, and planted a kiss on her temple. She smiled.

“Where to first then?” Draco asked.

The hike to Hogsmeade wasn’t as bad in June as it was in December - mainly because it wasn’t snowing. It didn’t take the four of them long to reach their first stop in the town. Y/N led the way with Draco holding her hand and following closely behind her. She stopped at the little station in front of the building.

“Hi, I have a reservation for four under the name Malfoy at ten?” she informed the girl behind the station. The girl smiled at the four of them and her eyes lingered a little too long on a certain platinum haired boy.


“Of course, follow me!” she exclaimed and led the four of them to their table.



 “Malfoy, huh?” Draco smirked down at his girlfriend and gently elbowed her in the ribs.


“For you. It was the only way they’d let me make a reservation.” she whispered back.


“How’d you do it? Did you take a polyjuice potion? Or did you just tell them you’re my mom? Did you take my last name as your own? Tell them we’re married? What’d you do?”


“I’m not admitting what I did or didn’t do to you, Draco. Assume what you will, but if I told you, I’m afraid I’d have to kill you.”

Draco chuckled and pulled out the chair for Y/N as they reached their table. Blaise did the same for Pansy and the boys sat down across from each other.

“Is this breakfast all you have planned today, Y/N?” Draco inquired while he stretched an arm around the back of her chair. Y/N shook her head left to right as she looked over the menu that had appeared in front of each of them.

“This is all she has planned with us, anyway.” Pansy muttered. Draco shot Y/N a questioning look then turned to Pansy.

“What do you mean by that, Pansy?” he asked.


“I mean that after this, you guys are going to explore Hogsmeade some more while Blaise and I go back to Hogwarts.”

The four teenagers enjoyed their breakfast. They sat and talked about big upcoming exams and how none of them really felt prepared for them - but did they ever? The four talked of their summer plans and how now that Voldemort was officially back, were they all coming back next year? Or were they staying home to help out their families? None of them knew for sure exactly what would happen. After an hour or so of dreary conversation, Y/N made them change the topic. This was a birthday breakfast after all.

The group finished their meals and went their separate ways. Draco held Y/N’s hand tightly as they went in and out of shops. She insisted on buying him something, but there was no way he was letting her do that.

Draco Malfoy was not very fond of his birthday. The only reason Y/N knew about it was because they had celebrated it a couple times when they were kids. Y/N took it upon herself to continue to make his birthdays a big deal once they got to Hogwarts. He wasn’t sure why she was so insistent on the topic. He didn’t understand. He was just a year older - no big deal.

Y/N led Draco to a small and quiet cafe. She knew he hated his birthday, but that’s the exact reason she made it such a big deal. To her, Draco had made it another year alive and for that, she was eternally grateful. She didn’t understand why he liked to sweep it under the rug. He hated presents and he hated surprises. She did both for him. She pulled out the box she had been hiding in her sweater pocket.

“I got this for you. Don’t say anything Draco, please. I wanted to do this for you. You’re my boyfriend and I love you. I know you hate presents, but I just had to.” she explained and set the small box down on the table. Draco eyed her then slid it to him.

Inside the box was a plain black ring. From far away, it looked extremely simple. Up close, though, it was carved with extremely intricate designs. There were swirls and snakes and when the light hit it just right, you could see the fangs on the snakes’ teeth. Picking it out of the box, the sun caught on some silver writing on the inside of it. He noticed his initials carved next to Y/N’s. His eyes filled with tears, but he held them back. This gift was automatically better than everything that Draco had ever been given.

“Is it okay? Do you like it? I know it’s not much, and you might think it’s stupid, but my family knows a guy who makes jewelry and such, and I asked him to make it for you. There’s a protection spell on it, so whenever you’re in danger, it sends a signal to a necklace I have back in my room and I’ll know you’re in trouble. It also protects you from any harm or at least-“

Y/N’s rambling was cut short by Draco’s lips on hers. His hands slid to her cheeks. He tried to convey how extremely grateful he was to have her in his life through that kiss. She pulled back a little and smiled.

“So you like it then? I know it’s kind of girly but-”


 “Of course I do, babe. Don’t worry. This is the best thing I’ve ever gotten and I’m so glad you care enough about me to at least try and make my birthday a special day. I love you so much, Y/F/N Y/L/N.” Draco whispered.

“I love you too.” she kissed him briefly again. “It’s time for your next activity, are you ready to come on an adventure with me?”

“Every day is an adventure with you. Let’s go.”

Y/N led Draco back to Hogwarts. They held hands and Draco glared at everyone that looked at the pair. Y/N made it seem like she was oblivious to this fact, but she secretly liked that Draco got so easily agitated. It made people leave them alone. It also helped that he was a Malfoy and people feared the Malfoys.

As they climbed staircase after staircase, Draco’s curiosity got the best of him. They’d passed the Room of Requirement and they had definitely passed the Slytherin common room.

At the sixth floor, Y/N made a right and continued down a long, dark hallway. About halfway down the hall, she stopped and entered a classroom. It looked like it hadn’t been used in years. There was dust everywhere and a strange machine sat in the middle of the room. Y/N let go of Draco’s hand and he stayed where he was.

Y/N pressed the ‘on’ button of the projector and it roared to life. The lightbulb flickered once before gaining its strength to steady out. She pointed it at a wall while the opening credits of a movie played.

“What is that?” Draco asked skeptically.


“It shows movies or uh - moving pictures with sound, I guess. A couple of muggles showed it to me two years ago. I wanted to show you my favorite one.” she answered quietly, trying to gauge her boyfriend’s reaction.

“That’s a muggle device then?”

“Yes.”

Draco crossed the room until he was standing in front of his girlfriend.

“Oh, Y/F/N Y/L/N, if my father only knew how much of a bad girl you really are.” he smirked and pulled out his wand.

With a flick and a swish, there was a pile of blankets and pillows on the floor. Snacks were piled by a corner of the blankets. The room looked sparkling clean. Y/N smiled and dropped onto the pile of blankets. Draco sat next to her and pulled her close. He wasn’t normally so easily convinced to do anything muggle related, but if Y/N liked it then it couldn’t be too bad.

Five hours and two movies later, Draco was whining as Y/N pulled him from the room. He pulled on her hand and tried to make her go back into that quiet and relaxing room with him, but she wouldn’t budge. She just kept leading him back down several flights of stairs. They reached the Slytherin common room and stopped right outside the door.

“Don’t get mad at me.” Y/N breathed. Draco rose an eyebrow and muttered the new password.

“SURPRISE!” a big group of people shouted.

Draco stopped just inside the door with Y/N following closely behind him. He hadn’t expected anything like this - not that he minded though. Draco Malfoy was always up for a good party. He smiled and waved as everyone went back to whatever it was they had been doing before the couple had entered the room. He turned around to his girlfriend.

“Why on earth would I be mad at you?” he asked as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Y/N leaned back a little and looked up into Draco’s blue eyes.

“I know you don’t like doing big things for your birthday, but I just had to, babe. I wanted you to be able to celebrate with all of your friends - not just me.” she explained.

He kissed her forehead, then her nose, then kissed her lips.

“Happy birthday, dude! Why didn’t you tell us?” Theodore Nott interrupted as he strode up to the couple. Draco disentangled from Y/N. He settled for his arm around her shoulders.

“I don’t know, Theo. I just don’t think it’s a big deal.” Draco explained. Theo rolled his eyes and made his way to one of the drink tables.

Draco and Y/N pushed and shoved through the crowd and to the couches. They hadn’t had a decent conversation since they’d stepped in the place. Everyone wanted to wish Draco Malfoy a happy birthday. The couch was their usual hangout at parties in the Common Room and sure enough their were two seats left open.

After several hours of drinking and party games, everyone decided to head up to bed. In doing so, they also left the place a complete mess. Draco and Y/N had barely moved from their spot on the couch. The lights had gone out and they were sitting in front of the fire place enjoying the now quiet atmosphere. Her head was in his lap and he was playing with her hair.

“So tell me Draco Malfoy, did you enjoy you birthday party?” Y/N murmured.


 “If only because I got to spend it with you, love.” he whispered back.

“Please stop being cheesy for one second and be honest. Was your birthday everything and more?”

“Of course it was. Thank you for the best birthday ever,” he paused to lean down and kiss her cheek. “and for being the best girlfriend ever. I love you, Y/F/N Y/L/N.”

“I love you too, Draco Malfoy.”

They left the cleaning to the house elves and the two fell into a peaceful sleep on the couch in the Slytherin Common Room.

Pack Mom pt.2 - Derek Hale x Reader

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Pairing: Derek x Reader

Prompt: Request! – Liam starts getting jealous when Isaac gets more attention than him, soon it becomes a competition between them that you decide to indulge in. (Also inspired by Woman – Honne.)

Warning: None! Just FLUFFFFF!

ENJOY!!

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“Isaac honey can you pass me the butter.” You muttered as you grabbed the bread from the cupboard.

“Okay Mama!” He smiled as he grabbed the butter from the fridge bouncing over to you as you grabbed a knife out the draw.

“Thank you baby.” You smiled at him softly ruffling his hair. You started buttering the bread placing different ingredients on each sandwich. Lydia and Erica had a BLT. Liam, Mason, Cory and Stiles had a PBJ and Derek, Isaac and Jackson all had plain cheese and ham. You had a peanut butter and Nutella fried, kind of like grilled cheese. When you were frying your sandwich you heard yelling start from the front room.

“No fair! It’s my turn!” Liam screeched.

“NO IT’S NOT!” Scott scoffed before you heard more shuffling.

“Ow don’t bite me!” Liam whined making you wince slightly.

“Actually I think it’s my turn.” Derek deadpanned as you heard more movement.

“Listen old man!” Jackson yelled angrily.

You switched off the hob before storming into the living room to see Scott, Liam, Jackson and Derek rolling around on the floor fighting over the Xbox controller. Your hand immediately went to your hips as you waited for them to notice you. Lydia was sat reading but she looked up to acknowledge you before going back to her book.

“DEREK!” You screamed eventually when you realized they weren’t going to notice you.

“Shit!” You heard him muttered before de-tangling himself from the boys.

“Scott get off your brothers!” You snapped as you tapped you bare foot against the floor. Once they were all stood in front of you, head down in an attempt not to test what patience you had left.

“Every time I start making food somehow you always seem to interrupt me by acting like morons!” You huffed angrily.

“The Xbox can go off now. Derek you can come pour me a glass of wine. Lord knows I need it. Scott you can finish the reading you have for school. Jackson how about you study for the maths test coming up. Ask Lydia for help if you need it. Liam you can come sit in the kitchen.” You ordered pointing at each one of them as you snapped your orders, Scott and Jackson groaned but did as they were told. You made you way back to the kitchen Liam following closely behind. You told him to sit at the breakfast bar while you got out the first aid kit. You wiped always the blood noticing the bite mark almost gone completely, which you were thankful for.

“Mama?” Liam murmured softly, a blush on his face.

“What baby?” You said as you threw the used antiseptic wipe in the bin.

“Can I have a hug?” He fiddle with the bottom of his shirt nervously as he waited for your response. You smiled but leaned over to hug him tightly. His head laying against your chest probably able to hear you heart beating. He hugged you back but the moment only lasted a few more seconds because you heard Isaac start talking.

“Mama I’m hungryyy.” He whined, a pout gracing his face. You pulled away from Liam and nodded before you went back to making food.

You glanced at Isaac and Liam as you went to turn the hob back on. You noticed that they were thoroughly glaring at each other which you thought was weird, shaking your head you chose the let it go.

After the pack has finished eating they went back to their houses, except Isaac who went upstairs to study, leaving you alone with Derek. You had college tomorrow but you didn’t feel like staying in your dorm with your overly happy roommate. You cuddled into Derek as he flipped through the films that were on the TV, his pick of film made you laugh. As much as he a Stiles bicker their love for Star Wars was always what had them chatting like they were best friends.

“I think you should move in with me.” Derek spoke after half an hour of silence through the film. You looked up at him shocked by the sudden statement, his eyes still glued on the TV like he felt embarrassed somehow.

“Oh really? Would you like to look at me and ask me instead of telling me?” You snorted, crossing your arms in playful anger.

“Y/N Y/L/N will you move in with me?” He huffed with false confidence as he gazed in your eyes.

“I would love to Derek. Now I need to sleep because I have class at 8. Night Der.” You muttered as you wandered up the stairs. You stopped at Isaac’s room to see him sprawled over his bed with his homework thrown everywhere which made you smile to yourself. You carefully moved the papers to his computer desk and threw his covers over him, brushing his curly hair away from his face. After making sure he was okay, you went to yours and Derek’s shared bedroom getting dressed into one on Derek’s tops before getting into bed.

*****

“Isaac breakfasts ready!” You screamed up the stairs as you checked the time once again. Isaac ran down stairs dressed and ready for school. He kissed your cheek before he sat down next to you digging into his breakfast.

“Thank you Mama.” He said with half of a piece of bacon hanging out his mouth.

“Isaac don’t talk with your mouthful. It’s rude.” You instructed your voice soft yet stern. He nodded and continued chewing his food before you realized it was already 7.30am. You got up and kissed Derek on the cheek, who was sat silently with a coffee in his hand. Isaac followed closely behind hoping into the passenger seat.

“I need to talk to Derek about getting you a car or a bike.” You muttered as the pulled away from the Hale house.

“I don’t need a car mama I’m fine.” Isaac whispered slowly like he was worried about how Derek would react.

“Yes you do and don’t argue with me. Derek will agree too. Everyone else has a way to get around so which would you prefer bike or car?”

“Mama I do-”

“I think a bike since you love riding with Scott.” You interrupted before he could reject the offer again. After that you and Isaac chose to stay quiet for the rest of the time in the car. When you arrived at Beacon Hills High School you got out the car to greet the pack which was making their way over to your car.

“Ma-Y/N shouldn’t you be at college?” Scott voiced as they stopped in front of you.

“I’m going after this. Derek said he would drop him off but it’s on my way so I thought I’d do it today. Plus I have some good news.” You stated before ruffling Liam’s hair which made him preen.

“I’m moving in full time with Derek.” You added after pulling your hand away from Liam.

“That’s awesome!!” Erica screeched making Stiles roll his eyes.

“Right I’ve gotta go. Liam be good everyone else looking after him and make sure you don’t fight. You know it may seem like play fighting to werewolves but to humans it looks brutal and I’m not dealing with another call from Natalie telling me you’ve earned yourself detention for 2 weeks!”

“Yes Mom.” They are voiced sarcastically.

*****

When everyone came over for dinner that night it wasn’t just the pack but also the parents, who had yet to find out about your new name. It happened when you were helping Melissa cook while the Sheriff, Chris and Derek sat around the breakfast bar chatting away.

“JACKSON GIVE IT BACK! MAMA!!!!” Stiles screamed as he chased Jackson into the kitchen. Everyone stopped to stare at you but you paid no mind.

“JACKSON! Put that down before I take away your new phone!” You yelled as you stirred the chicken pieces around the wok.

“What you didn’t buy that though!!” Jackson screamed angrily his foot stomping angrily.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” You responded, your tone calm with a sickly sweet smile joining as you turned to look at him.

“I mean! I’m sorry Stiles here’s your comic book and I love you Mama!” He replied in a rushed way that made you smirk.

“That’s what I thought now, boy’s front room I don’t wanna tell you twice.” You added as you watched the boys bicker as they walked into the front room. You turned your attentions to the 3 sets or wide eyes staring at you, realizing what you had done you blushed and picked up your glass of wine.

“I think we should leave the kids here and go into early retirement.” Noah snorted making Derek go deathly pale.

“So your pack mom now?” Chris added nodding in agreement as he did, you nodded before going back to food. Once dinner was ready you all moved to the dining room to sit down but then just like every aspect of your life turned into another argument.

“But you always sit next to Mama I wanna sit next to her today!” Liam whined his bottom lip sticking out slightly.

“No it’s my seat pipsqueak.” Isaac mocked as he made his way to the seat.

“Isaac you can sit next to Melissa.” Your voice made no room for arguments with made everyone stop awkwardly.

“Bu-”

“Isaac.” Was all Derek said as everyone finally started to situate themselves.

During dinner everything was full of chatter and laughs except Isaac who sat there pushing his food around his plate aimlessly. You knew what was happening Isaac had been the baby of the pack for years until Liam came along. You could tell he was jealous and they were competing but you also knew that you loved everyone in this pack equally, well except Peter because he’s a maniac and Derek who is possibly the love of your life.

You knew Isaac felt left out but he had to learn you weren’t just his. After dinner you started cleaning up but Chris and Noah quickly took over saying that you and Melissa should rest, so you did. As soon as you sat down Liam began speaking to you.

“Mama would you like a drink?” He asked hopefully.

“I can rub your feet if you want?” Isaac tried to interrupt.

“I could put on your favorite film if you want.” Liam grit his teeth as he smiled, as if trying to control his anger.

“Boys just sit down.” You groaned before flopping onto Derek’s chest.

That night the entire pack stayed over, the big house full of giggles and teasing but what got you the most was every 5 minutes Liam and Isaac asked if you wanted anything or tried to get your attention. By the time it was midnight you had enough of the bickering so you told everyone to sit down and watch a film or they could go to their own rooms. Thankfully they listened.

“Mama would you like some popcorn?” Liam asked gently as the movie got to about half way through.

“Mama doesn’t like salted popcorn.” Isaac snickered making you pause the film and tell Erica to turn the light on.

“Right I’ve had enough of this competing! I am not a toy that you can fight over nor am I everyone’s favorite lamppost to piss up!” You screamed angrily as you threw the remote controller onto the couch.

“I love you all equally! You are all my baby’s in some way! If you had two babies would you love them differently?” You added, your arms crossing over your chest as you tried to maintain calm.

“No.” Isaac muttered, his cheeks glowing red.

“Well then don’t expect that from me! I love you all the exact same amount!” You huffed before hearing Derek re-enter the living room. Everyone was staring at you with sad eyes but you knew it was because they all felt bad.

After everyone had gone to bed you and Derek made your way up to your bed room changing into one of Derek’s tops before sliding into bed with a sigh. Derek got in without a word kissing you passionately which made you squeak in surprise. One he pulled back he smiled down at you lovingly his thumb tracing circles on your cheeks.

“Thank you for being the best Pack Mom ever.” He whispered gently, his hands making their way into your hair.

That’s night Derek made love to you over and over again his love pouring out over and over until you were overloaded with his feelings.

This man is the love of your life and he gave you everything you ever wanted.

A family.

Small (Connor Murphy x Reader)

TW: swearing, sickening fluff, and it gets a lil steamy

Words: 855 ish

Requested: anon:  A Connor Murphy x reader where reader is super short??


To say that Connor’s parents loved you: would be an understatement. Not only were you a good influence on him, but you were a great student. Ever since you two started dating, Connor’s parents would nag him about the next time you were coming over. Over the course of your 5 month relationship, you had gone to the Murphy household more times than you could count. Connor’s parents loved you so much that sometimes they would let you sleepover (which is a pretty big deal, considering how strict they are).

You laid in your bed, watching YouTube videos. On your nightstand, your phone dinged. Reaching out of your blanket cocoon, you looked to see what it was.

FACEBOOK

Cynthia Murphy has a birthday tomorrow

You mentally thanked your phone for always setting a reminder for dates like those. Quickly unlocking your phone, you texted Connor.

To: Connor

hey what are you doing for your mom’s bday tomorrow??

Soon enough, he replied.

From: Connor

idk probably try not to be as big of a douchebag

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. Quickly texting him, you got Cynthia’s work schedule and what time she was coming home. You told Connor that you would arrive in the morning and help him bake a cake, before Cynthia came home.

It didn’t take long for Connor to answer the door that morning. He must have been up, waiting to tell you when his mom successfully pulled out of the driveway. When opening the door, Connor leaned on the frame. His lips pulled into his classic smirk.

“What’s a gorgeous girl like you doing on my door step?” he eyed you up and down, wiggling his eyebrows jokingly.

You rolled your eyes playfully, hoping to hide the blush that spread on your cheeks. You placed your hands on his chest, shoving him to the side as you walked into his house.

“C’mon, we only have a few hours until your mom is home.”

Connor shut the door behind you, practically walking on your heels while you stride to his kitchen.

“Aaaaaand we are home aloooonneeee,” he sang softly with a wicked grin.

“Which gives us the excellent reason to start baking this cake right away,” you stated matter-o-factly.

Connor groaned. But then complied. You fished around in your purse pocket, taking out a folded piece of paper with the birthday cake recipe on it. Connor sat at the breakfast table, with his chin in his hands. You wandered around the kitchen, trying to get all the supplies out of the cabinets. That was until you needed a mixing bowl. You gazed up at the top of the cupboard. You were way too short to reach it. But you were determined. Standing on top of your tiptoes, you extended your arm as far as you could.

Almost…there…

Behind you, you heard a giggle.

“This is fucking precious,” Connor stood up, walking behind you and grabbed the mixing bowl with ease.

“I could have gotten that,” you told him with your arms crossed over your chest.

Connor snorted, rolling his eyes. “Yeah. Okay. Whatever you say, shorty,” he ran his hand along your side until it reached the small of your back.

“I’m not even that short!” you protested quietly, playing with the strings of his hoodie.

“Yeah, you are. Now, come on, we need to get started. I’ll get everything for you.”

You started out with reading off every ingredient or supplies needed whilst Connor fetched them.

“Measuring cups?”

“Got ‘em.”

“Butter?”

“You betcha.”

“Flour?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Pan?”

“Nope. Bi.”

“Frosting?”

“Hell fucking yeah.”

The two of you started to get to work. Connor was in charge of the dry ingredients and you took care of the wet. Every now and again, Connor would stop to admire you. While watching you mix the batter, he smiled. He examined every inch of you. Everything from the way your lips pursed to the dusting of flour on your cheek. Connor slowly walked up to you, putting his hand on yours that was mixing the birthday concoction. You looked up at him, meeting his gaze. His hands moved up to your cheeks, guiding your face to his own, then connecting your lips softly.

While in the kiss, you somehow managed to put the mixing bowl down. Your small hands traveled to his chest, balling up the material of his hoodie in your fists. Connor moaned against you, running his hands down to your bum, lifting you up and holding you against him. You squealed at the sudden movement.

“Connor, put me down!” you giggled against his lips. 

Smiling, Connor ignored you, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck, only making you squirm more. You both giggled as you fought against him. 

“Connor, I’m serious, I’m too heavy!” you protested through a fit of smiles. 

“You’re so small. I got you,” he mumbled against your neck, spinning you around in his arms. 

Finally, your boyfriend set you back on the ground. He gave you a short, hard, breathy kiss on the lips. 

“I fucking love you,” he murmured, setting his forehead against yours. 

Cold Hands and Warm Freckles

Request: “Oooo what about a Draco x Reader where they are dating but someone uses a love potion on her and breaks up with Draco but then he realises what has happened and is super angry but fixes everything? Xxx”

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Word Count: 1679 (short but sweet)

Warnings: Uhh like non consent? idk

Originally posted by nellaey


You smiled down at your captured hand, pale fingers intertwined with yours. Draco’s hands were always cold, even in the middle of summer. It was as if he had just taken them out of an ice bath, and they were perfectly pristine as well. But that slowly changed, the longer you two were together. You took him out for more days under the sun, and gradually his pale flesh, though mostly unnoticeable, had gained some colour, along with a few spotted freckles. He groaned whenever he’d find a new one, but you’d just kiss the spot, telling him how cute it was. His hands stopped being so cold, and they grew rougher. One day, when exploring through the Forbidden Forest, he has cut his palm on a sharp branch. You fretted over his wound, and made sure it healed well, but it still left a nasty, jagged scar. Draco was ashamed of it, always avoiding holding your hand with his left one. But with lots of coaxing, he eventually came to like it, after you had pressed countless kisses onto the slightly raised flesh.

“Everything about you is beautiful.” You’d tell him.

“No. But I think you’re turning me into something beautiful.” He replied one day. And it was true.

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Cling - Chapter 2

My teeth are rotting oh my god. More clingy baby Peter with good dad Tony featuring Papa Steve! I tagged everyone it would let me, sorry if I missed anybody! (Ps. I’ve seen this happen to parents and it’s hilarious.)

Chapter 1


Steve was standing at the sink rinsing the dishes from breakfast, Peter happily humming away in his high chair eating chopped up bananas and strawberries.

He was just putting the last of the plates onto the drying rack when he heard someone walk into the kitchen.

“Hi, Daddy!” Peter’s cheery voice rang out.

Steve turned around in time to see Tony smile and wander over to Peter in his high chair.

“Hi, Petey-Pie!”

Steve and Peter hadn’t gotten to see Tony yet today as he had to get up earlier for a morning meeting with the board. He had apparently gotten back awhile ago and had taken the time to change out of his usual three-piece Tom Ford and into an old pair of jeans and a faded t-shirt.

Peter smiled up at Tony from his chair, waving around a handful of mashed fruit.

“Daddy, look! Nanna!”

“You got a banana with your breakfast?” Tony sat down in the chair next to Peter’s, smiling his thanks at Steve when he set a cup of coffee down next to him. “Looks like you got some strawberries too.”

Peter nodded, squeezing the fruit in his hands and mashing it even more. He moved to put it in his mouth before he stopped, glanced at Tony - who was watching him with a small smile - and offered his hand to him.

“Wanna nanna?”

“No baby, you eat your banana,” Tony said, leaning forward to brush Peter’s hair back from his forehead. Peter leaned into the touch before going back to eating the mess in his hands.

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