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Mirror For The Sun - Part 7: The Grand Tetons

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Summary: (Bucky POV) Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.

Warnings: swearing, super mild smoot (it’s not really even smut)

Word Count: 4501

Author’s Note: This part is way too damn long. I really just like the ending. But I also couldn’t figure out what I wanted to cut so you’re getting all of it.

Originally posted by annutystan

As we climb back to the car, Y/N has slipped off of Sam’s shoulders and shoved past him, nearly running up the trail, farther away from Sam. And from me. When we make it to the top of the trail and the edge of the parking lot, Steve looks to me with a shocked and unsure shrug, lifting his hands up in question. She barely speaks to anyone, only muttering a disgruntled, “Trunk, please” to Steve.

Once we’ve changed into dry clothes, Y/N tosses her now useless phone haphazardly into the trunk and grabs for her dated Atlas before slipping into the car without a word. She doesn’t move closer to me, she doesn’t look up from her Atlas. Goddamn it. She’s so upset. “Go left,” she instructs with a heavy sigh as she flips through the pages until she finds the map for South Dakota. She traces over an already marked road until it reaches the end of the page, before moving quickly over to Wyoming.

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Boy Next Door

A/N: It’s been on mind if I’m going to write a part 2 on this depending on how you guys like it. Let’s see it as a trial and error type of deal. Tell me what you think!

The one where Harry plays his music loudly, and Y/N is grumpy when she doesn’t get her much needed sleep.

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||Dickish|| Isaac Lahey Imagine

{Requested: isaac has been recently turned by Derek. And your his best friend. And he’s been different. More cocky and mean. And you confront him one day in school and he totally freaks out on you. He wolfs out and almost hurts you but your boyfriend stiles and your best friend Scott come. And Scott calms him down asking what the hell happened. He tried to apologize but you walk away in tears. And stiles follows right behind you. Later on that night he sneaks into your room to apologize.} Isaac x reader Stiles x reader .

“Is it just me or has Isaac been a lot more aggressive recently?“I asked Lydia as we sat down on the bleachers, watching the lacrosse team practice.
"What makes you think that?"Lydia asked.
As soon as Lydia asked that, Isaac sped towards Stiles. It all happened so quick, Stiles was screaming in the air and suddenly he fell on his back.
"That."I answered before jumping to my feet.
I ran over to Stiles as everyone circled around him.
"Lahey, what the hell was that?"Coach barked, gaining everyone’s attention.
"I swear my life flashed before my eyes."Stiles muttered, as I kneeled down beside him.
"You know I expected my life to be cool considering all the things we’ve seen, but really all I remember is me being terrified."Stiles whispered, groaning.
"Are you okay? Did you get hurt, did you break something-”
“My shoulder."Stiles muttered, screaming in pain as I touched it.
"Back up, back up!"Coach yelled as he shoved past the crowd.
Coach grabbed his arm and started moving it.
"Aaah!"Stiles screamed.
I couldn’t tell if it was out of pain or fright seeing as his arm would flip uncontrollably. I couldn’t help but scream as well while everyone gasped.
"This is like that time Harry fell off his broomstick and broke his arm!"I yelled, making everyone go quiet.
"Seriously, have none of you watched the movies?"I asked, squinting my eyes at them in disbelief and disgust.
"Hey babe, don’t mean to ruin your geeky moment- and you know I love you’re geeky side but I think it’s an inappropriate time to geek out because my arm is a noodle!"Stiles screamed.
"Right, sorry."I whispered, realizing he was right.
Soon the ambulance arrived, the paramedics wheeled Stiles into the ambulance while I jumped in.
"That wasn’t cool man."I heard Danny say.
"It’s lacrosse, if he can’t handle it then maybe he shouldn’t play it."Isaac answered.
"Besides, he’s not even good at it."Isaac snickered.
I furrowed my eyebrows, this isn’t the first he’s been acting like a dick.
"Sir, I’m gonna need you to stay awake-”
“No dad, five more minuets please.” Stiles muttered, half asleep.
“Sir, sir-”
“Mmm (Y/N), I love it when you call me sir. Love it more when you call me-”
“Stiles!"I yelled, covering his mouth.
"Faster?"He asked, his voice muffled by my hands.
"I think he hit his head real hard."The paramedic by my side whispered.
"You want it harder, alright you little-”
“Hey babe, I’m gonna need you to shut up and keep your eyes opened.”
*Next day*
“Here let me carry your bag for you."I offered as I took Stiles backpack from him.
"My left arm works perfectly fine (Y/N)."Stiles chuckled as I walked him to class.
"Unfortunately for you, no more playing with yourself."I said, making him roll his eyes.
"Good thing I got you-"Stiles started to say before we heard a loud bang.
I jumped in front of Stiles and used his backpack as a shield.
”(Y/N) every time there’s a loud noise doesn’t mean someone’s trying to shoot the school.“Stiles reminded me.
"We live in California, what do you expect me to do?"I asked.
"Thank you for shielding me, although I think it’s the boyfriends job to shield the girl."Stiles said, making me roll my eyes.
"Sorry I want to keep my boyfriend alive."I spat, making him wrap his left arm around me.
"What’d you say?"I heard Isaac yell from across the hall.
He had a guy that was taller than him pinned against the locker.
"I asked you a question dick."Isaac barked, slamming his head against the locker.
"That’s where the bang came from."Stiles whispered as I glared at Isaac.
"I said excuse me!"The guy yelled at Isaac.
"I told you to answer me not raise your voice at me-”
“Isaac!"I yelled, stopping him from throwing a punch at the poor guy.
I helped the guy escape Isaac’s grip, which Isaac more upset than he was.
"What the hell (Y/N)?’‘Isaac yelled.
"What do you mean what the hell, what is wrong with you?"I asked.
Isaac simply ignored me and turned away, walking in the other direction.
"Isaac Lahey, don’t walk away from me!"I yelled.
"Watch me!"He yelled back, making me glare at him.
"Just leave him alone."Stiles whispered, holding me back from running after him.
I sighed before walking Stiles to his last class of the day, which was also his least favorite.
"Have fun babe."I whispered before giving him a quick peck.
"Love you."He whispered before walking into his class.
I walked down the hall until I heard someone sobbing in the guys locker room. I know, I know, I should be going in but I had to. I walked in and saw a girl sobbing as Isaac zipped up his pants.
"Look, if you weren’t ready you should’ve told me earlier before wasting my time. I could have any other girl in this school so you’re lucky I chose you."Isaac muttered.
"Isaac I’m sorry-”
“I don’t care, don’t waste my time."Isaac snapped at the trembling girl.
"What the hell is wrong with you?"I asked, causing the girl and Isaac to jump.
"Not you sweetie, whatever he said, just forget it. Don’t let guys like him make you feel bad about yourself."I whispered as I sat by the girl.
I grabbed her phone and put my phone number in her contacts list before putting her number in mine.
"How about my boyfriend and I treat you to some ice cream tomorrow after school?"I asked.
"I don’t know-”
“My treat."I said making her laugh lightly.
"Sure."She answered.
"Alright now go back to class, I’ve got to talk to Isaac."I told her.
She nodded and walked out, leaving me with Isaac.
"Well wasn’t that sweet of you."Isaac muttered, rolling his eyes.
"I don’t know what the hell got into you but I don’t like this new Isaac. You’re my best friend and you would never treat a girl like that."I muttered, glaring at him.
"Watch your tone (Y/N), you don’t want to get on my bad side."Isaac warned, flashing me his golden glowing eyes.
"Of course, of course."I whispered, laughing.
"Ever since that night Derek bit you, you started acting cocky, you started acting like an asshole. I can’t believe I’m saying this but you’re almost as bad as Jackson."I muttered.
"I’m warning you (Y/N), don’t upset me."Isaac continued.
"No, I want to get on your bad side."I spat.
"Lets see the big bad werewolf you’re trying to be."I muttered.
"I said stop!"Isaac yelled as he wolfed out.
My eyes widened as I stumbled back into the wall.
"Isaac, I’m your best friend, you love me."I whispered as tears welled up in my eyes.
I noticed Issac raise his claws in the air, making my heart drop. I jumped out of the way as soon as he swung at me.
"Isaac!"Scott yelled, scarring both Isaac and I.
”(Y/N), are you okay?“Stiles asked as he ran over to me.
"I’m okay, I’m okay."I breathed out as Stiles cupped my face.
"What the hell is going on?"Scott asked, making me look up at him.
"Isaac wolfed out of me and tried attacking me."I answered as I stood up.
I winced as my ankle stared to sting. I looked down at it and noticed it bleeding. When I jumped, he must’ve managed to claw my ankle.
”(Y/N)-“Isaac started to say as I pushed past him and Scott.
"Don’t Isaac, just don’t."I muttered, tears falling down my face.
"Touch her again and I’ll make wrap Kira’s katana, put wolfsbane-”
“Stiles."Scott whispered.
"You get the idea."Stiles muttered before following after me.
"You wanna leave early?"Stiles asked as he found me by his jeep.
"Please?"I asked.
"Of course."Stiles answered as I helped him into the passengers seat.
"Can’t believe you won’t let me drive my own car-”
“You broke your arm babe, I’m just taking care of you."I whispered as I drove him to his house.
"I know and I love you for that."Stiles said as he leaned over and kissed my cheek softly.
As soon as we got to his house, I made him some food and did his chores.
"Can I just say you’re the best girlfriend ever?"Stiles asked as I collapsed onto his bed.
"Please do, I’m exhausted."I muttered, snuggling up to him.
"Stiles, did you clean the house?"Sheriff Stilinski yelled from downstairs.
"Because it looks amazing- hey (Y/N)."He greeted me as he stood by Stiles’ door.
"Hey Sheriff-”
“Actually (Y/N) cleaned it, she decided to do my chores since I can’t move my arm. She also made food which you’re eating right now."Stiles explained, pointing at his arm and then the bowl in his dad’s hands.
"Stiles, marry her."Sheriff said as he took another bite.
“Seriously, this is amazing."Sheriff mumbled.
"Thank you Sheriff, just trying to help out."I shrugged.
After his dad left the room, I ended up dozing off in Stiles’ arms. When I woke up, its was eleven pm.
"Shit."I muttered as I looked at Stiles’ alarm clock.
I wiggled out of Stiles’ grip and kissed his forehead before dashing out. I took his jeep and sped off to my house. Once I got there, I sneaked up to my room so I wouldn’t alarm my parents. I hopped onto my balcony and opened the window, then climbed in. As soon as I get in, the lights turn in.
"Jesus- Isaac?"I asked.
"I had to lie to your parents saying that Stiles’ jeep broke down.’'Isaac muttered.
"You didn’t have to, I didn’t ask you-”
“No but you’re my best friend, so of course I’d do it."Isaac answered.
My face softened as he called me his best friend, but then I quickly remembered what had happened today.
"As much as I’d love to chat, and I don’t, we have school tomorrow and I’ve got to get my beauty sleep."I muttered as I hopped into my bed.
"So jump off my balcony and don’t come here again."I spat.
”(Y/N), please just let me talk.“He begged.
"Before Derek bit me, you would always go out of your way to protect me from my dad. You and Stiles told the Sheriff about him and he got arrested. You then let me stay at your house until I moved in with Derek. I love you (Y/N), you’re my best friend and I’m so sorry I hurt you. I know I’ve been a dick, but I need you to forgive me."He explained.
"Please forgive me."He begged.
"I’m not the one who needs the apology, the girl you hurt and Stiles-oh and that guy in the hallway. Anyone you’ve been a dick to and or hurt."I answered.
"So you’re not mad at me?"Isaac asked.
"I’m disappointed, not mad. Overall, I forgive you. Just please don’t get all cocky and dickish."I muttered.
"Dickish isn’t a word-”
“Isaac."I warned him.
"Okay I’ll take what I can get!”-
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Tessellate | Part 3

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Summary: You, Tom and Harrison are in quite the predicament when you unexpectedly meet your best friends other best friend. Sometimes, interests can overlap. Part three of three.

Word count: 4736

Warnings: cursing 

His phone sits on the countertop, the screen lighting up every so often with the picture of you two on the balcony; which felt like two summers ago, yet it had only been days. Time felt different whenever Tom Holland thought about you, which he was doing right now.

Pacing back and forth in the kitchen, Tom’s nails were between his teeth, his old habit resurfacing as he questioned whether or not he should call you. Today was the day you were supposed to come on set with him, but you had only texted him twice, and that was to say that you had a good time on your date.

Date. The word rung in his mind, along with the trouble it had caused. His eyes peered up, looking down the hallway where he could hear Haz showering after their work out. The duo had made up in record time—as soon as Harrison had returned from storming out yesterday afternoon, he apologized.

(Although, Tom thought, Haz only apologized after he did. He wondered if Haz would have done so without being prompted. This made Tom actually bite down on his nail, giving his hand a look of disdain)

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Not Your Dean (Part 17)

Originally posted by deanwinchestergifs

Summary: One day Dean shows up and moves back into the bunker. The only problem is he’s a demon and he’s hiding something…

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16

Pairing: Demon!Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,500ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Things are a happening….

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I Don’t Wanna Talk

Rating: M

Pairing: SasuSaku

Summary: She left. He couldn’t believe she would ever leave him. She wanted more in their relationship. He fell apart without her, but they can work things out the only way they know how.

Author’s Notes: So I’m back! This has been a long time in the making. It’s honestly not that long compared to other fanfictions I read (3886 words), but hey you know. Once again, this is a seriously HARD M rated thing. I want you to be completely aware of that before you read. I do paint Sasuke in this AU as having alcohol problems, but it felt like something in real life that could be comparable to the problems he has in the Naruto series. I also feel that Sakura would be pretty independent and would leave Sasuke if it was that bad of a situation. So yes, this is related to the last story I posted (You Wanna Dance?) and you don’t need that to understand this, but I wrote it with the other story in mind as the previous event when they first met. I hope you enjoy :)

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You Should Know Better Pt.7

(Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Four) (Part Five) (Part Six) (Part Seven) (Part Eight) (Part Nine) (Part Ten) (Part Eleven) (Part Twelve) (Part Thirteen) (Part Fourteen) (Part Fifteen) (Part Sixteen)

Summary: Literally, just…just…just read it. 
Warnings: Fuck me up cause there’s hot smut in this.   
POV: I finally decided to use Joe’s POV this time around and I’ll continue with his POV most likely
Characters: Joe Merriweather, Natalie
Word Count: 4700ish
Quote: “Hey, Merriweather, get your ass back to the station. That arrestee you gave me is acting up and since you’re the original arresting officer, you need to deal with this mess.” 



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How did that make you better at Stealth?!

Background: Okay, so during the last session I DMed, all my players were within 200xp of leveling up, and I thought it’d be more dynamic if I had them bring in two character sheets; basically, level up ahead of time, and I’ll tell you when you get to switch over. It might be triggered by particularly interesting RP, or a good round of combat, but they wouldn’t know until it happened.

Most people stuck to their current class, but the Ranger had been talking for a while about how he was looking forward to taking a level in Rogue; he also wound up going off on his own for a while, and being the first to level up as a result.

Ranger: *has just made it over a wall to a restricted area, using a rope to access a nearby house, an act which included several bad rolls in and of itself*

DM: Okay, just as you make it into the window, the guards come around the corner. [rolls] One of them doesn’t seem to notice anything, but his friend grabs him by the shoulder, and points out the rope hanging over the road.

DM (as guard): “Hello? Who’s there?”

Ranger: Oh. I’d like to roll Stealth, and then [rolls] …Nothing, because that was a natural one.

DM: What were you going to do?

Ranger: Well, it doesn’t matter; they know where I am, and I just made it more–

DM: Nonono, that roll was to see how stealthily you managed to pull off whatever you were going to do. The nat-one still applies. What were you going to do?

Ranger: *sighs* I was going to cut the rope and try to slip away.

DM: Okay. You pull the rope taught, and go to cut it with your belt knife. The blade slips, and skids across your hand. You take [rolls] three points of damage–

Ranger: God damn it…

DM: And inadvertently let off a small curse, alerting them to your presence. *smiles* You know, they didn’t necessarily know where you were before? They just saw a rope, they didn’t know which way you crossed.

Ranger: Yeah yeah… What sort of room am I in, by the way?

DM: Oh, it’s like an extra bedroom, but it’s currently being used for storage. The guards approach the door, and you hear knocking from below. There’s no response. After a while, you hear the guard enter the house.

Ranger: Is there anywhere to hide?

DM: Not really; I mean, you could try to fit under the bed… 

Ranger: Anywhere to tie a rope off to?

DM: What are you thinking?

Ranger: I could drop the rope out of the window, and shimmy down while he comes up to look for me.

DM: Roll me Perception.

Ranger: [rolls] Twenty-one.

DM: There’s some furniture, and flaws around the window, sure. Glancing out it as you look, you notice the other guard waiting by the entrance.

Ranger: Dammit! He’s standing watch.

DM: The footsteps pass underneath you, and start up the stairs…

Ranger: Which way does the door open? Into the room I’m in, or out?

DM: What? Um… [rolls] Out. 

Ranger: *grins* Oh, wonderful! Then I’m going to take my beartrap, and set it up right inside the door.

DM: *starts laughing* …What?

Ranger: I’ve got a beartrap I keep with me. I want to set it up right inside the door, so that he’ll step in it when he enters. It’ll snap shut on his leg, which ought to make him yell; his buddy will come running, and I’ll be able to escape. 

Paladin: Can he do that?!

DM: *flipping through notes, still laughing* Well, um… What’s the Reflex save on that?

Ranger: No save, he just has to Perceive it. DC20.

Healer (to Ranger): Don’t you have to roll to set it up?

Ranger: Nope! I’ve got the equipment description right here.

Ranger (reading from book): “Sharp jaws spring shut around the creature’s ankle and halve the creature’s base speed (or hold the creature immobile if the trap is attached to a solid object)” –I didn’t have time to do that, so it’ll just limit his movement— “+10 to Attack, 2d6+3 Damage, DC20 Perception to notice, and they need to make a DC20 Strength check in order to take it off.”

Ranger: Remember, it’s night time, and the room’s pretty dark, so that should have some effect on his Perception check.

DM: Oh, it will… *puts down notes* You know what? Sure. You set up the bear trap in front of the door, hearing him reach the top of the stairs as you finish. *struggling to keep voice stable and not choke*

Paladin: Oh my god…

Ranger: *biggest shit-eating grin you’ve ever seen* You’re not there. I back into the corner by the window, tie off my other rope, and get ready to run. 

DM: You’re not trying to hide?

Ranger: Nope!

DM: Okay. He comes down the hall, opens the door… [rolls] *slowly places hands over face*…Rolls a one on his Perception check…

Ranger: …Oh dear.

Healer: He falls head-first into the trap, and dies instantly! Completely silently.

DM: He does see you by the window, and is distracted by that–

DM (guard): “Hey!”

DM: –and as he goes to take a step in, his foot catches on the threshold, and he falls forwards.

Healer: Oh shit!

DM: *struggling to breathe* Roll me damage.

Ranger: [rolls] …Fourteen.

DM: The trap snaps shut on his knee. [rolls] He fails his Will save, and lets off a shriek, that eventually devolves into cursing. You hear the other one rush inside at the noise.

DM (other guard): “Eriz? Are you okay?!”

Ranger: I toss my rope, and I’m out the window!

Paladin: I cannot believe this.

DM: As you slide down the rope, you hear the guard in the trap yell “Out front! He’s getting away!” I assume you’re just picking a dark alley and bolting?

Ranger: Yeah, whatever’s closest.

DM: Roll me Stealth.

Ranger: [rolls] Goddamnit!

Healer: Seriously?!

Ranger: One!

Paladin: If you get arrested, I’m not bailing you out.

DM: Okay. The other one reverses direction at the shout, and dashes out into the street just in time to see you dash into the alley. What’s your movement?

Ranger: Um… thirty.

DM (other guard): “Stop!”

DM: You hear heavy armored footsteps chasing after you.

Ranger: Oh, he’s armored! That’ll slow him down!

DM: Yeah. Make me one last Stealth check. [rolls]

Ranger: [rolls] …I’m changing dice. Eight?

DM: *places head down on table, finally cracking and dissolving into full body-shaking, gasping-for-air-laughter* He got a six.

Healer: What?!

Paladin: No.

DM: Darting through the alleyways, you eventually hear his footsteps fall behind; you successfully lose him along the way.

DM: *laughs for a good twenty seconds before managing to recover* You can take your higher level sheet now.

Ranger: Woohoo!

The Perfect Shot

Part Two

Originally posted by purple-pizzaprincess

Pairing: Jughead x reader

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: The disgruntled reader is forced to take part in a stakeout with Jughead

Part One

I watched through the window as he pulled up outside my house. Why am I doing this again? I thought to myself, and came to no logical conclusion.

I shouldered my backpack and headed out the door before I could change my mind. The crisp autumn air calmed me slightly, lending me the courage to open the passenger side door and slide into the car.

“Good evening,” I muttered bitterly, glancing at the boy who was already scowling.

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Before the Line (Prequel) Part 4

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: When Clint enlists the help of a former SHIELD agent to help during Civil War, will a new friendship blossom or will it become something more?

Warnings: Fluff, Language

Words: 1499 (yeah not really a drabble)

A/N: Trying to get back into the grind of writing. Also, I didn’t edit so pardon the errors. Hopefully y’all enjoy this!

Part 3

Originally posted by weslehgibbins

As everyone leaves to suit up, I stay behind already in my fighting gear and waiting for everyone to return. I hear heavy footsteps behind me and I turn around to see the reason why I am here. Bucky Barnes. He’s dressed in an all black attire and a ski jacket which just so happened to be missing a left sleeve, exposing the terrible gift HYDRA bestowed upon him. He makes his way over to me but keeps his distance, almost as if he’s afraid to  get close to anyone, physically or emotionally, in fear of inflicting harm.

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Plus-one (4)

Hello friends. For those who are just joining me in this journey of Finn & Rae, this is an cross-over of The Wedding Date and My Mad Fat Diary, where our golden boy Finn is an escort. The fic definitely veers off from the plot at some points, but I think it probably stays true to the story for the most part. (There is one line that I’ve taken from the movie, but I’ll point that out at the end) I’ve enjoyed writing this bit for sure and hope you enjoy it too! 

I want to thank everyone that has liked, reblogged and commented on this fic and all of my fics really. It’s such a delight to hear from you all and is much appreciated!!

Let me know what you think, please and thank you. xx

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Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Warnings: None
Notes: Inspired by prompt #205 from meetcuteprompts “A just received a call from their parents who have decided to pop in for a visit! The thing is… A has been living on their own for a few months but has slacked off on household chores and y’know, buying proper groceries. In a panic, A runs to their neighbour, B, and asks if they can borrow some cleaning supplies and groceries so that their parents will believe that A is doing just fine on their own.”

By the time Steve gets to his door, the knocking has gone from polite to frantic, and he almost vindictively wishes he’d stopped to throw on his shirt and made his impatient visitor wait even longer.

“What?” he snaps, throwing open the door.

“Hi,” says the guy, and Steve freezes, now definitely wishing that he’d thrown on a shirt because it’s hot mechanic guy from next door. Hot mechanic guy waves awkwardly and then runs his hands through his hair. He’s black up to his elbows, and Steve watches in fascination as the engine grease makes hot guy’s hair spike up.

“Hi,” he responds, and fights a losing battle to keep his ears from pinking. “Can I…can I help you?”

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Engines Can be Rose Part 5

An art School AU Drabble


Shifting his gaze from her eyes to her mouth and back again, Kylo continued, “I keep thinking about…”

“What?” Rey whispered.

“Thinking about how sweet you’d taste.”

Thanks to a couple cups of punch, Rey wasn’t entirely convinced she wasn’t hallucinating this entire conversation. That explanation made sense. Surely, that was what was going on here. Too much booze on the brain was, unfortunately, a heck of a lot more reasonable for her versus accepting that she was actually in her TA’s room- on her TA’s bed- as the object of her obsession claimed that he longed to taste her. That couldn’t be possible. She couldn’t be that lucky. All these scattered insecurities flickered by one by one in the space of an inhale before Rey settled on trusting the intensity in his stare.   

Believing just for one second that he wanted her too.

Dragging her teeth along her lower lip, she exhaled out all of her fears.

“Why don’t you find out?”

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Yes, Mistress...

It took me a ridiculously long time to write this piece for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash‘s Writing Challenge, but it’s finally done! This was for the Nipple Clamps prompt, and I hope you all enjoy some Sherry x Negan femdom smut on this fine Saturday. I know Negan did. See?

Summary: Honestly? This doesn’t have much of a plot, but I will say this: Negan. Sherry. Nipple Clamps. Femdom. Kink. And lots and lots of smutty goodness! Also, sex on a desk!

Word Count: 3,341

Warnings: So much smut. Nipple torture. Riding. Oral Sex. Negan’s filthy mouth. Sherry’s nearly as filthy mouth. Bodily fluids. Power dynamic shifts. And also, this is probably a very bad representation of a healthy D/s relationship…but…you know…it’s fiction, so…

Yes, Mistress…

A looping silver chain dangled delicately from Negan’s fingers, glimmering in the late afternoon sunlight that streamed through the two large windows which flanked his desk. Sherry squinted at the object and leaned in a little closer over the desk, trying to determine what she was looking at. Negan took the opportunity to peer down the neckline of her dress, causing Sherry to straighten up and glare down at him as he sat in his well-worn office chair.

“Fucking pervert.”

“Heh. Yeah,” he smirked at her and leaned back in the chair, “You fucking love it though. Don’t lie.”

“Oh, fuck off!” she cried, wanting desperately to wipe the cocky expression off of his face, while still being wholly unable to hide the slight smile that crept across her lips.

“I fucking knew it! You’re blushing!”

“Oh my god! Shut up!” she furrowed her brow, “What am I looking at here, exactly? It’s too long to be a necklace…”

Negan snickered, but remained otherwise silent.

“Are you seriously going to make me play guessing games now?”

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In retrospect, it was a foolish mistake. Everyone knew to check their saddle before riding.

Hanji had been rushed. Her experiment had run long. She’d been hurried, shouting results for Moblit to record, even as they dashed to the stables. Everyone was already gathered. A stable hand passed her the reins to her horse. Erwin was at the front, and Levi waited at his side, glaring in her direction – likely annoyed to have been kept waiting.

She hopped on the horse without a thought. Tucked beneath the horse’s belly, the frayed girth was hidden from sight.

They rode hard for the walls. They’d gotten a late start, and Erwin was determined to make up for lost time. They would need it once they pushed forward in the expedition.

The wall had been in sight. Dust choked the air as hooves pounded the dirt-paved road. A formation of birds flew overhead. Craning her neck, Hanji rose in her saddle to get a better look and –

Something snapped.

The stirrup on her left side plunged suddenly down. And then she was sliding – pitching sideways. She grabbed for the horse’s back, but her fingers found no purchase. Her right foot was tangled in the other stirrup, and she was falling. She saw the dirt packed road, and realized with a horrible, sinking certainty that she was going to hit the ground. She curled.

Her shoulder hit first. The world turned on its head and her teeth slammed painfully together. She was rolling. She couldn’t breathe. Hoof beats were the last thing she heard.

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A Broken Heart and a Boy in a Car

Originally posted by lovinthesoo

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Chanyeol & Kyungsoo scenario | Angst/Fluff

PART 1 | PART 2 

Summary: Where Chanyeol cheats on you and you find comfort in someone else..

A/N: This is my first one-shot scenario thing but I really just wanted to write it so I hope you like it :)

A year ago, you had met Park Chanyeol, fallen in love, and had experienced a whirlwind romance like no other. A regular, working girl like you had met him by chance when he’d come by your office, which happened to be the same as his cousin’s. After that, everything had been a blur. Two weeks of casual dates and all of a sudden you were dating a massive k-pop star.

Nothing had been easy of course. Countless articles slamming the two of you for going public, waves and waves of cruel words from fans, sleepless nights worrying yourself about what everyone must be thinking. But he’d always been there, reassuring you, holding you, loving you. Loving Chanyeol had made the sacrifice of privacy worth it.

Good things never last, though. For the past two months,  you’d noticed a change in Chanyeol. He’d visit your apartment less frequently, was hardly around at his dorm for you to visit. Of course, the main reason for that was that his comeback was extremely near and he was working with everything he had to improve his performance. You obviously understood, and never said a word.

Apart from being busy, though, you suspected other things were going on. Once, on a rare occasion when you found him at your door, there was a sense of something wrong. As soon as he entered, you smelled it on him. A light, flowery perfume. Something far from Chanyeol’s heavy colognes. It was a scent you had never purchased yourself. The realization made your mouth dry.

“Met someone special today, I see? The scent on you can be smelled from a mile off,” you blurted out, unable to control the suspicious tone in your voice. Chanyeol just blinked, bewildered. “If you must know, I went to go visit my aunt today,” he said slowly, “and before I left she happened to give me a tight hug.” Annoyance was flaring up on his face.  Who was he trying to fool? But of course you couldn’t say anything else, and the matter was left behind.

More and more instances. A single earring found in the front seat of his car. An almost indiscernible smudge of lipstick below his right ear. Every time you confronted him, he had a ready excuse. But the thought was making you sick. He was cheating on you.

Two weeks after EXO made their official comeback, a success celebration party was being held at SM’s office. Naturally, you had to attend it alongside your boyfriend, a show of everlasting support and love.  As you walked in, hand in hand, your ears were met with a roar of cheers backed by loud music. A sudden rush of people engulfing Chanyeol in hugs, slapping his back, smiling at you, complimenting your appearance.

An hour in, and you had almost forgotten you were there with Chanyeol. You hadn’t seen him since you’d entered. “Y/N!” yelled a voice. Turning, you were met with Baekhyun, Sehun and Chen making their way towards you, beaming. Laughing, you hugged each of them in turn. “Congratulations! This is seriously incredible!”
“I know, I still can’t believe SM actually went all out,” whispered Sehun into your ear. Giggling, you just shook your head at him.
“Sehun! Shouldn’t you know better than to get so close to Y/N?” came a deep voice from behind you. Sehun just chuckled. “Hyung, you know she’s all yours.” Flashing you a smile, the three of them left you with Chanyeol.

“So, you finally remembered I was here?” you said sarcastically. “Why are you being like this? It’s my celebration party for god’s sake, don’t do this right now,” said Chanyeol, his eyes flashing in anger. “Fine. Do whatever you want. I’ll just stay out of your way then,” you said coldly, pushing past him and heading towards the drinks.

A half hour later, you were almost ready to call it a night. Hurt and anger were a tangled mess inside you, and all you wanted to do was leave. Just as you were starting to walk towards the door, a sight made you stop right in your tracks. Chanyeol, sitting leisurely with a long-legged brunette at his side. Grinning, he casually put his arm around her and pulled her closer, saying something softly into her ear.

Your heart froze, the world around you seemed to slow down.  Feeling sick to your stomach, you blindly dashed towards the exit, only wanting to get out. But suddenly, a figure held out an arm, blocking your way. “Y/N?” Do Kyungsoo was in front of you, a concerned expression on his face. ‘Kyungsoo-ah, I was just leaving, but congratulations on everything, I’m really sorry I have to go,” the words rushed out of your mouth in a jumble. “Okay, I’ll see you out then,” he said, walking with you and opening the door. “You really don’t have to do that,” you said, turning back one last time to see Chanyeol with the girl.

Kyungsoo followed your gaze, and when you looked at him, a sad expression was on his features. You just shook your head. “I need to leave.” 

“How are you planning on getting home?” he asked finally.
“I-“ you stopped. Chanyeol had picked you up in his car. On such a busy night, getting a taxi would be almost impossible. Kyungsoo sighed. “I’ll drop you home, okay?”

Despite your attempts to get him to stay, Kyungsoo was stubborn. “It’s your party, Kyungsoo, you can’t just leave,” you said to him as you reluctantly got into the front seat of his car. “It’ll take me 10 minutes maximum. I’m not going to let you go home alone, especially not like this,” he said. “I’m fine,” you said. Kyungsoo just nodded.

The drive to your house was a silent one. The sight of Chanyeol with that girl was the only thing on your mind, and the more you thought about it the more your throat was choking up, tears threatening to well up in your eyes. You felt Kyungsoo glance your way once or twice, but you kept your gaze to the window.

“Thank you, Kyungsoo, really,” you said as he pulled up across the street from your apartment. “Y/N,” he began, just as you were opening the door. “Chanyeol’s been through a lot, recently.” You let out a small laugh. “Which automatically gives him the green card to sleep around with whoever he wants? I’m his girlfriend, Kyungsoo,” you said, your voice breaking on the word.

Kyungsoo looked pained. “I know, and I’m sorry. You don’t deserve this, I didn’t mean it like that.” Awkwardly, he reached out and patted your arm, because he could see that tears were on the brink of falling from your eyes. “Was I not good enough for him?” you whispered. “What did I do wrong?”
Kyungsoo shook his head. “Yo-you didn’t do anything. I’m not going to sit here and let you blame yourself,” he said, and the fierceness in his tone surprised you. “Y/N-“ he started and then stopped. “I-I just want you to know, that you are one of the most incredible people I’ve ever met. I know the shit you’ve been through last year. It couldn’t have been a cakewalk; I know how our fans can be. Still, you never let it get to you, and you fought for him. You fought for him, and it’s brought you here, and I’m so, so sorry that this has happened,” he ended, his voice shaky.

Your tears began to fall, then. To your astonishment, Kyungsoo clumsily let his hand onto your face to wipe them away. And there the two of you sat for the next ten minutes, with you sniffling and him wiping your tears. “Thank you, Kyungsoo,” you said softly. Kyungsoo’s face broke into a small smile.  “I didn’t do anything,” he said. I didn’t do everything I could have.

Squeezing his hand one last time, you stepped out of the car. “Chanyeol is going to regret this,” said Kyungsoo. “He’s going to realize what a huge damn mistake he’s made, letting you go.” Something about his tone made your cheeks warm up. 

“Goodnight, Kyungsoo.”

Whether things with Chanyeol would ever be the same, you didn’t know, as you lay in bed that night. The thought almost made you cry again, until you remembered sitting in a car with another boy, who had wiped away your tears, who had spoken fierce words in reassurance. That thought made you smile. That thought was the last thing on your mind before you fell into a deep sleep.

A/N: Go read Part 2 here!

stripper au - seulgi / reader pt.2

Originally posted by wheeinthisish

part 2 of 2, the real fun begins *cue evil laughter in the background*

first time i’ve written something like this so i apologize for the lack of length. enjoy! here’s part 1 if you missed it. 

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Feelings. (One-shot)

Paring: RivaMika
: American High School Setting
: Romance
: T

A/N: This fic is very old. I decided to pick this up and finish it. This story deals with a student-teacher relationship, there is no sex. You don’t like don’t read. Any hate asks from this will be deleted without being published. Having said that, please enjoy.


It was after school. Levi, a high school teacher of three years held detention. He sat there with a small sudoku book, filling in the numbers with a pen.

He was named as the most intimidating teacher in the school followed by Mr. Shadis, the phys ed teacher. Kids made fun of Levi’s height behind his back getting annoyed by his neat freak tenancies and his unrealistic expectations. He was infamously known to put the students on blast if they did something disagreeable by his standards. To top the icing on the cake—he was an algebra teacher. He called everyone strictly by their last names like a military corporal, and failed his students without any exceptions.  

He had a sarcastic nature and it seemed that anything thrown at him would bounce right off.

He was a heartless monster.

Or so it seemed.

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TVD = The It Doesn’t Make SENSE Diaries {1x13 Review}

Welcome to the 13th review of season 1! As per usual, here are the guidelines: Considering that I haven’t sat down to watch a full episode of the past seasons of TVD in a few years and my memory might not be the greatest I will start with my usual disclaimer:  I write my thoughts in real time so if I make a mistake at the beginning of this post, it will be corrected by the end. There will be anti-Damon and anti-Delena senitments and I feel the need to say there may be some anti-Jenna sentiments too. I will probably bring up other shows and call attention to misogynoir, racism and anti-blackness. OK. Ready? Let’s go.

1. Opening scene of Damon helping Katherine murder two people and yeah Human Damon is a lot meeker but that doesn’t mean that this grown ass 20-something year old man was “done in” by Katherine, he knew exactly what he was doing and doesn’t actually seem to struggle with her killing two people, he just seems mildly uncomfortable and then he kisses her with their blood on her lips, the fact that he has a “Aw gee” meek demeanour doesn’t make him any less of an an accessory to murder, guys.

2. Elena and Stefan cuddling as they wake up! So cute! The way she smiles when she wakes up in his arms and how he kisses her, omg.

3. I also just realized that the door is still open when Elena brings Stefan back into bed so like not only does she not give a shit if Damon hears them fucking, she doesn’t care if he happens to pass by either. But seriously, how can anyone say they didn’t have amazing sex, she’s like um excuse me, half-naked God of a man in my bed, I’m not done.

4. Seriously, Giuseppe doesn’t realize that his two sons are sleeping with the same woman in one house? HOW?

5. Also, legit Damon would’ve been married with kids by now. Stefan wouldn’t be too far off either, it would actually be interesting if they were at least promised to two other women and then Katherine came. Like if Katherine convinced Damon to destroy his life, leave his kids, leave his wife so they can run away for an eternity together and then went oh btw, your brother is coming with us and then set the series of events in motion in which the town was at war with itself and Damon spent over a century waiting for her and feeling the guilt of having abandoned his wife and children for her but holding on to the idea that this woman he did all these things for will finally reunite with him only for her to be gone? Then that would be way more interesting and have way more emotional stakes than what we have now.

6. Yep, let’s just brush over the fact that Emily is enslaved. Pearl also would not be so easily accepted.

7. No seriously, how OLD is Anna? When did she turn?

8. And I never got why Pearl wouldn’t just leave Katherine behind. Like yo if they have vervain in elixirs and they’re trying to find vampires, I’m about to LEAVE.

9. “You were sad, Ben, you lacked purpose, you needed me.” I don’t understand this idea of vampirism = purpose because the show doesn’t expand on that. As a vampire your emotions are heightened so if Ben was sad as a human, would he not just spiral into despair as a vampire? And also his “purpose” is to help Anna for her own agenda, how would Ben not realize that? At least in True Blood when Godric turns Eric, Eric is dying and Godric likes the fire he has because Eric was a viking and he was like do you want to be a companion of death? I will be your father, brother, son and friend. In TVD it’s just … what?

10. “You know I really think that Damon believes that everything he’s done, every move he’s made, he’s done for love. It’s twisted but kind of sad.” HOW, ELENA? How was turning Vicki and leaving Stefan to clean up the mess done for love? How was abusing and raping Caroline done for love? And how can you speak so dispassionately about something when the people being affected are the people you’ve known since childhood? It doesn’t make SENSE. From the first season, Damon and in relation Delena is the biggest writing weakness.

11. Stefan: “There are other ways to get what you want, you don’t have to kill people” LIKE RIGHT THO? And Elena just tilts her head like, “Oh. True.” WHAT? This reminds me of a plot line in Friday Night Lights, where a man attacks Tyra and tries to rape her but she manages to fight him off but then he comes back again and tries to rape her so Landry kills him. After a while, the attacker’s brother asks to see all of his brother’s victims to apologize on behalf of him and Tyra is uncomfortable doing it so choose Landry to go in her stead and his brother is like, I’m sorry he never used to be like this … he was the only one who took care of me, my dad ran off and my mom was too drunk to feed us and Landry is like, you know what, pretty much every person in Dillon has the exact same story and they don’t turn out to be rapists! Same THING.

12. Also, I have a question about these journals … does every Founding Family have their own set of journals? And if they do, since they make up the council, shouldn’t they you know SHARE these journals with each other? Like why is it so singular?

13. OK, schools do get locked you know.

14. Paul commands such presence in his scenes, seriously when Alaric discovers he’s a vampire and Stefan just dashes him to the desks and tells him to sit? I would not want to cross him.

15. The woman who plays Pearl has so much more presence than Nina and she comes across as older – because she is – so for her to take point from Katherine is like, why? I don’t get it.

16. “I never asked for your respect.” “Good for you, Damon. Because all I have is disappointment.” Said every sane viewer ever.


18. Also, I missed when Damon went over to Elena’s house. And him being in the kitchen cooking is like, that’s cute, Stefan did that 8 episodes before, you’re late.

19. His grin is annoying.

20. “You met Damon.” “Who do you think killed my wife.” Oh yes, ALL for love.

21.Elena feeling guilty about lying to Damon is like, remember that time he nearly killed Bonnie? Remember that time he nearly killed Caroline? Remember that time he killed Tanner? Remember that time he turned Vicki?

22. And so Jenna and Jeremy aren’t a little bit curious why a grown ass man is hanging around Elena and why he’s at their house? When Angel is in Buffy’s house, she has to lie to her mom and tell her he’s in college and that he’s her tutor and Joyce side-eyes the hell out of that so Buffy has to sneak him up to her room. If you’re making sexy eyes at the man, Jenna, then he should not be around your niece the way Damon is.

23. “Elena and I are bonded for life, I can’t imagine it any other way. She’s my sister, I mean, I’d die for her.” WHY. WHY. WHY. WHY BONNIE. Elena hasn’t done anything in these 13 episodes that would warrant such loyalty.

24. Also, Damon just told Elena that he won’t let anyone get in his way when it comes to getting Katherine back, like it was a threat, and when they find out the journal is gone and that Jeremy is the only other person who knows about it and he walks back into the house that determined and Elena is just like “Damon, leave him out of it …” I would panic especially considering that Damon had already negatively impacted Jeremy’s life by turning Vicki.

25. Yeah, this Giuseppe is stern and a hard-ass but I didn’t get the impression he was this tyrannical, abusive father. In 1x20, Stefan does say even in our death you only feel shame so like I don’t get a sense of closeness with Giuseppe and either brother but I really do feel like they turned him into a monster in season 7 as an attempt to excuse Damon’s behaviour because we all know if you’re forced to eat your pet bunny nearly two hundred years ago you have to act out and kill people.

26. Stefan, why are you giving Elena a shovel too to dig up your father’s grave, you can vamp speed that shit.

27. Seriously. Paul’s sighs when Nina is kissing his stomach and chest, like …

28. I forgot Bonnie actually kisses Ben.

29. WHY would you open the grimoire there? Vamp speed the dirt back into the grave and then go. HOME.

30. Oh shut UP, Damon, you’ve caused this town so much damage, Elena owes you nothing.

31. It’s also super gross that Damon sniffs Elena’s hair as he hands her back to Stefan after force-feeding her his blood.

32. It really bothers me that the show is substituting vampires for the enslaved without talking about the enslaved, like it takes some kind of privilege and entitlement to have  a show set in the South and flashing back to 1864 and NOT talking about it.

33. To be fair, Stefan didn’t tell Giuseppe that he was sleeping with a vampire, he was just like so maybe we shouldn’t kill all of them. I get that in the heat of the moment, Damon would blame Stefan but like 100 and some odd years later? Fam, let it go. Or if the point is that he can’t let it go and the older he gets the more stuck in time he becomes, that needs to be displayed more.

34. I love that forehead kiss and Stefan and Elena holding hands till the very last minute is their aesthetic.

35. Wow, Jenna being semi-active! “You know you’re not staying the night, right? Keep the door open.”

36. Pearl’s death is probably the most moving part of the episode.Much better than Damon’s man pain.

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