seriously though his face is a delight and a thing of beauty

Stripped Bare

Title: Stripped Bare

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Summary: The reader plays strip poker with Dean.

Characters: Demon!Dean Winchester x female reader

Word Count:  2801

Warnings:  canon typical violence, nsfw, explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral sex (female receiving), rough sex, unprotected sex

Author’s Notes: Written for @deansdirtyduchess Birthday/1000 Follower celebration. My prompt was strip poker.

***My work is not to be posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

Originally posted by the-captain-destiel

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The Time of Our Lives (Steven Moffat’s final DWM Column)

You know something I don’t know. You know who the next Doctor is. At least, I think that will be out by the time you read this. Old Chibs (as he must always now be known) is playing his cards close to his chest, and won’t tell me a thing. I attempted to give him some sage advice on the subject of secrecy, but he gave me a look, as if to say, “Seriously, have you checked your own record on this??” and had me removed by security. Again. But it’s comfy here, in my skip in the Roath Lock car park, and Russell is good company. When we’re both not crying, that is.

Actually, I’m not comfy at all. I’ve got everything crossed. Can Old Chibs pull it off? Can we actually have a new Doctor that’s a proper surprise, the way it’s supposed to be? I do hope so! But you know all that by now, out there, in the glorious new dawn.

And the fact is, I have no more news for you. Barely any secrets to keep. One more Special on Christmas Day, and I’ll be gone before the end credits. A brand-new team will go blazing into action, and in the far future, vast new Andrew Pixley Archives will form in the void.

But frankly, even I don’t care about me - this is all about Peter Capaldi. I saw him at the end, you know. The very last shot you see of him as the Doctor is in fact (brilliant scheduling by amazing producer, Pete Bennett) the very last thing Peter did on the show. Just as popping out the TARDIS and confusing Strax was the very first thing he did in Deep Breath, all those centuries ago. Since then he’s faced down a Mummy on the Orient Express, talked down a Zygon war using a couple of empty boxes, punched a wall for four and a half billion years, misunderstood the romantic intent of a puddle, decked a racist, insulted Santa, had a 24-year date in a restaurant, and played gooseberry when Missy met herself. He’s been gentle and fierce and rude and kind, and now with a wave of his hand and a flap of his cuff, he’s striding into the sunset to give it a piece of his mind. Be there for him on Christmas Day - Scotland’s finest in his final hour. He’ll break your heart and save your galaxy, all over again.

It was funny, that last day. I was in the studio for most of it, which is the first time I’ve ever managed that on Doctor Who. Normally, there’s so much else to do - new season to plan, new scripts to write, new stars to find. But now, with my time on the show winding down, with desks falling empty, and computers falling silent, and endless rounds of goodbye drinks, there’s nowhere else for me to be.

Brian Minchin is here today. And we sit and laugh and chat, and marvel at Peter’s extraordinary final performance. Every take is different and beautiful in a new way, and how the hell are we supposed to choose just one? It’s not goodbye to Brian, I’m delighted to say - he’s joining me and Sue at Hartswood Films, and we have dark and mighty plans.
Rachel Talalay, our finale specialist, is directing. She’s come back to see number 12 off into the shades but I very much hope she’ll be directing more Doctor Whos in the future. She keeps hinting that she won’t, though.

“You’re already directing the new one - you’re doing the regeneration!”
“Yes, but apart from that.”
“You probably know who the new Doctor is, and everything!”
“No, I don’t”
“You had a secret dinner with Matt Strevens and Old Chibs!”
“It wasn’t secret!”
“Well, I didn’t know about it.”
“No-one thought to tell you, it was just for people who are… you know…”
“What?”
“Involved.”

I was alright after a bit, and the nurse with the oxygen was very nice.

“Who’s the new Doctor?” I demanded to know from my stretcher, mostly in hand signals.
“I don’t know,” lied Rachel, probably.
“Just the initials.”
“I don’t know.”
“Will you tell me if I cry?”
“You’re already crying.”
“… Would you like ten pounds?”

There’s another goodbye coming up - and frankly it’s right here. My old friend, the wise and kind King of Numbers himself, Tom Spilsbury, is leaving this magazine. It’s funny, we’ve done almost everything in parallel in Doctor Who. He was assistant editor on the mag, while I was an occasional writer for Russell’s era. He became editor only shortly before I became showrunner. And now, at the end, we’re tumbling out the door together. We’ve tumbled out of quite a few doors together, but I’m damned if I’m telling you which pubs. Once a month, for so many years, Tom would remind me that this column was due. No, that’s a lie. He’d remind me several times a month. Towards the end, in a very high voice, with crying. Well, no more! These days are over. Tom’s entirely brilliant era of DWM is drawing to a close with every word you read, my time on Doctor Who is vanishing like breath on a mirror, and this column too is about to pop out of existence.

It’s funny how things you take for granted just disappear, isn’t it? That school you went to every day and then never go back to, that friend you part from laughing and never see again, all those doors that click behind you without you knowing they’re closing forever. I first wrote Doctor Who in 2004, and I very much hoped I’d get to write it again. Then I wrote more, and then so much more, until I thought it might go on forever. I remember at some awards dinner, telling Brian I loved my job so much I couldn’t imagine ever stopping. In other more melancholy moments I knew that everything ends and wondered what the very last words I’d ever write about Doctor Who would be. Well, the time has come, and here they are.

All my love, good luck and goodbye.

Burden of Proof

Word Count: 2357

Request: “ Thought; spontaneously dragging Steve of Bucky into random makeout sessions throughout the day and then just leaving him out of breath as you continue in with your business” And a very pleasant thought it is. 

Warning: Language, making out, and utter ridiculousness

A/N: I had more free time than I anticipated, so you’re getting this early. You have the snow storm to thank for this nonsense.

Steve Version

Originally posted by itsjustmycrazyvibe

“Ow ow ow ow ow!” you groaned through clenched teeth as Natasha dragged you through the halls and over the bodies of the incapacitated Hydra agents.

“Hush! There could still be some stragglers hanging around,” she hissed at you, readjusting her hold in order to pull you along more quickly.

“Well if you hadn’t been there to pull me out of the way, that delightful bullet would have definitely silenced me for good. You have only yourself to blame.”

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anonymous asked:

Request: y/n is a rich spoiled girl, at least that's how she looks like, she's everything harry hates. People say that she is very confident and the life of every party. No one knows how she feels inside and she is always looking for attention of men bc her dad is a very busy person.

I’m making this a series ‘cause I just fell in love with the concept. Seriously, I love that trope way too much. I’ll be including another request I received as part II of this. Here’s a preview:

“Diamonds are a girl’s best friends”

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Pumpkin Spice

Summary: AU. Reader loves pumpkin spice lattes, fall, and Bucky Barnes.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,910

Warnings: language, misunderstandings, a teeny bit of angst, some crankiness, excessive caffeine consumption, excessive fluff, friend-to-lover, almost a coffee shop au?

A/N: Here’s something fluffy to lighten the mood a bit. This is for @promarvelfangirl‘s 2k Fall Follower Celebration. Congrats!!! My prompt was pumpkin spice.

Originally posted by likemadeofstarlight

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Get Into My Car

Title: Get Into My Car

Summary:  Dean and the reader are enjoying a night out, until someone ruins the evening

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Dean Winchester x Plus-sized Reader

Word Count: 1889

Warnings:  Body shaming, derogatory terms directed toward a plus-sized reader, drinking, explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, smut, nsfw

Author’s Notes:  Written for two challenges: @winchester-writes Drinking Writing Challenge. My drink was Glenfiddich Scotch and my prompt was “What is everyone staring at?!” and @butiaintgonnaloveem Baby’s Big 50 Writing Challenge. My song was Get Out of My Dreams, Get Into My Car by Billy Ocean. Thank you to @feelmyroarrrr for the amazing idea. This wouldn’t have been possible without my bestie, @mamapeterson and her support, encouragement and words. Love you, T.

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I Like It

Request: I have kind of a fetish for temperature play (mostly cold) so I was wondering if you could do something that relied heavily on buckys metal arm - @abigailredgrave

Triggers: smut, unprotected sex, oral (fr), kinda dom!bucky, sergeant!kink

Word Count: 1600+

A/N: I’m sorry this took so long, like literally 2 and a half months

Originally posted by elves-n-angels

There was no doubt that Iceland wasn’t beautiful, But you weren’t here for scenery. Actually, there was a Hydra base here. It had been spotted by the local authorities and not taken seriously. But when the officer who reported it went missing it was something the team couldn’t ignore.

Ever since you and Bucky had got together Steve always put you two together on missions. He trusted the two of you to look after each other while he would stay with some of the least capable S.H.I.E.L.D agents. And, even though you weren’t an official Avenger, you were treated as such.

The base was small. Only two people needed to be there, so you and Bucky were chosen.

‘We got any coffee, darlin’?’ you had just got out of the shower, quickly slipping into your favourite shirt and shorts (AKA bucky’s shirt and some clean boxers). You were walking into the tiny kitchen when you saw Bucky bent over, head stuck in one of the cupboards. His ass was stuck out and you couldn’t resist yourself. Taking your right hand, you swung it as far back as you could. Bringing it down harshly on his backside, you heard a slap then a small yelp from the supersoldier. You giggled as he turned to find you, your arms resting across your body; right hand covering your mouth.

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anonymous asked:

I'm not sure do you want to write it, because it's a little bit connected with wet dreams of RFA and Saeran's fic when he spies on MC's phone call, but maybe you want to write a request where RFA+V+Saeran and MC not together, but are very close, and s\o overhears how MC tells her friend about a certain nsfw fantasy about them and try to fulfill it. Btw, I love your works! You are amazing!

Wet dreams again! And with this one, the “wet dreams” trilogy is now complete! I did this one as mini-fics to celebrate, LOL (not really, I just got carried away as usual)


RFA + Saeran and V overhearing MC talking about her wet dreams with them (NSFW-ish?)


Zen

“Ah, MC! Come on, you don’t have to blush so much! You know you’re probably not the only girl in this country that had wet dreams about Zen, right?”

“I know… but it’s different.  I’m not just his fan, I’m his friend. And he was a fucking butler, for fuck’s sake!”

“So what? You have a thing for butlers. Big news: we all do after watching Kuroshitsuji.”

“Yeah, and my mind keeps playing a hentai version of it. With Zen! And… less wet, you know how hentais are all wet and the censored version shows a girl being fucked by a bunch of pixels? Yeah… my dream was nothing like that.”

“Oh… no pixels? So how… how did it look?”

“Perfect… just like him…” you sigh and chug the rest of your beer, watching as she laughs and says you’re a dirty little bitch, and that’s why she loves you.

Zen feels… oddly embarrassed. His fans have no chill in talking how handsome and sexy he is, and how he is always in their dreams, but you’re right, you’re not just a fan, you’re his friend. And though you never really hid you think he’s attractive, you never told him you think he’s perfect, that his… dick… is perfect! Oh my… so much information to deal! He was just trying to find you two in this after party with some of his colleague actors, and here are the things he found out: hentais are all wet, girl talk is kinda funny, girl talk makes him feel oddly shy when he happens to be the subject of it, you think he’s perfect. He and his perfect dick serving you in your dreams… oh, dreams are such powerful happenings, aren’t they? He has psychic dreams once in a while… what about you?

“Hey, I finally found you two, ladies. Ready to go home?” he tries to act casually, but he’s seeing you on a whole different light.

“Yeah, let’s go. It’s kinda late.” Your friend says, getting up of her chair. “Oh, but let me just fangirl a little over that guy who played salesman #2. I’ll… meet you guys outside.” She doesn’t even give you time to say anything and just vanish out of there.

“Enjoying the party, babe?” oh… even calling you ‘babe’ feels differently now. What did he call you in your dream? Madam?

“Yeah, it’s been great, Zen! Thanks for letting us crash into this party, the musical was… fabulous, you’re so talented.”

“Thanks. Here, let me help you with your coat.”

“Oh, no need to, I’m fine.”

“Come on, it’s a pleasure to service you.” Your eyes widen as you look away. Oh… he had no idea his little tease would make him feel as aroused as you. “Anything else I can do for you?”

“N-no, I’m fine. Let’s get my friend before she ‘accidentally trips and falls into some of your colleagues arms.” He chuckles at your attempt of brushing it out whatever wild thoughts your mind is going through. What wouldn’t he give to hear them all?

You let your friend at her place and then he walks you to yours. Somehow you managed to go back to your usual, funny, bubbly self. You two stop at the door of your building.

“Thanks for the night, Zen.”

“My pleasure.” He bows before you, smirking as he sees you pressing your legs against each other. “So,  what about joining me tomorrow night to help me practice my lines? I think you’ll really like this new project.”

“Sure! I would love to! Who will you play?”

“A butler.” He says bluntly, trying not to laugh at your eyes blinking non-stop and your half ajar mouth, your reaction is…ugh, perfect. “Good night, babe. Have sweet dreams.”

Your answer comes out almost in a whisper. And as he starts walking, hearing you go inside your building, he sighs in amusement. Your friend loves you because you’re a ‘dirty little bitch’ and he loves you because… wait! He loves you?

Yoosung

“You should be ashamed of yourself for thinking such impure thoughts about such a cinnamon roll, MC!”

“Don’t you think I don’t know that? Ugh… he’s really cute, isn’t it?” you sigh “But you know what’s cuter? His balls that I shamelessly sucked in that dream!” you two laugh mischievously.

“Well, you’re so altruistic even in your fantasies, aren’t you? Giving blowjobs instead of getting eaten, I mean…”

“Well, you’ve met him, haven’t you? He’s so shy, I think a blowjob would really make him loosen up. He was definitely not shy in my dream, you know?”

“Bet he whined like a puppy.”

“Girl, no! He was groaning, and trust me… it was hot!”

Shit shit shit! Yoosung should have stopped listening to this when he heard “balls”. And yet, he kept standing there behind the bathroom door as you and your friend walked to the hallway of the house she was throwing a little get together. He felt so special about her inviting him, since he was one of your closest friends by now. Well, as close as you two are now, it will never be close enough like you and her talking about such… intimate things like you’re discussing this new color of nail polish or… other stuff women talk about that he doesn’t really understand. And though he appreciates it the hint of concern and desire of him loosening up, your methods are… gahhhh! His face is all hot! Hot… like his groans in your dream? No! What is he thinking? This is so naughty, Yoosung!

“Hey, MC…” he does his best to not show you his embarrassment as he goes to you a little later, at least not too much embarrassment.

“Are you okay? You look so red… you don’t have a fever, do you?” your friend asks, trying to reach his forehead, which makes him even redder. “Oh, poor thing!  Hey, there’s a thermometer in the first aid kit in the kitchen, why don’t you pick it? MC will help you.” He looks at you, and… well, it would be impossible for you to get more flustered as him, but… you looked pretty embarrassed… which made him feel a little relieved and very aroused.

“Sorry for the trouble, MC. I… don’t really wanna feel like a burden to you or your friend.”

“Nonsense! If you’re sick, I need to help you and make sure you’re feeling ok.” Helping him… making him feel ok… gahhh! How come everything you say takes him immediately to the conversation he overheard?

“See? No fever! I told you I was fine, no need to worry! Now let’s go back to the party!” he says, yes, he’ll definitely shake these naughty thoughts if it isn’t just the two of you.

“Are you sure? Or we can just go, you know?”

“Ah, now that I was starting to loosen up?” oops! It slips from his mouth before he even realizes. But your shy smile is so worthy… “I mean… I mean… I…”

“You’re right. Let’s go.” You turn your back on him. So he won’t see you blushing, maybe?

And he did loosen up, making you and your friend really delighted. At the end, people were sad for seeing you two calling it a night and he saying goodbye to walk you home.

“Did you have fun, Yoosung?” you ask when you two stop by the door of your building.

“Yes! I gotta say, your friends are… really handful at first, but then I got more comfortable and had so much fun. Thanks for the night, MC!”

“Oh, I should thank you for joining me, I know they can be really loud and… hard to deal if you’re shy and…”

“Oh, you should know that I’m not really that shy…” well, he is. But he needed seeing your cute flustered smile at least one more time before he leaves.

So worth it! Loosening up, getting less shy, making you smile… he loves how much he’s changing because of you, he loves… you?

Jaehee

“Never would’ve took you as a boob girl, MC! I was so sure you were more the ass type…”

“Girl, I thought I was, but… her breasts are just… beautiful. I feel like a horny dude by thinking so much of them to the point of dreaming about them, but… they are beautiful, especially from the angle I was seeing in that dream, you know?”

“Well, they are pretty big, I’m almost jealous…”

“I wish I was jealous, all I can think about is how warm and smooth it must be…just like her whole skin… and I seriously need to stop talking like a creepy guy, don’t I?”

“Well, you lose a little bit of prudence when you get a crush that big…”

“Ugh, my crush is bigger… bigger than her boobs…” you mutter shyly as your friend tells you’re fucking hopeless.

Well, this is embarrassing, to say the least. She knew you were slightly different when you hang with your best friend, but this is on a whole another level, she wonders if your friendship with her will ever get to the point of sharing such personal thoughts. Oh… she’s not sure if she’ll ever feel like talking about her erotic dreams… have she ever even had one? No, that one with Zen wasn’t really erotic, oh, but she remembers waking up one night really sweaty… she doesn’t recall much, but it was a dream about you… Oh… is talking about wet dreams a normal thing between girlfriends? How will she ever talk about them with her closest friends if the dream was about the closest friend? Her closest friend has been dreaming about her, about her… boobs. Do they really look that great?

“Hi! I decided to touch up my makeup too.” She says stepping to the bathroom of the bar that you insisted on bringing your two best friends.

“Oh, great! Here, you can borrow my lipstick. This bitch here will tell you to watch out for herpes, but don’t mind her, she’s just jealous of my pursing lips.” You roll your eyes and laugh, making them both chuckle. “I should get going, somebody needs to watch our table, see ya girls in a minute.” She walks out of there humming loudly.

“I’m sorry, she’s just… I hope she’s not making you embarrassed or anything…” oh, nothing is more embarrassing than you liking her boobs. What do you like them beside their size?

“It’s okay, MC. I’m having lots of fun!”

“Oh, I know the name of this fun, it’s marguerita, right?” you two laugh as look at the mirror, adjusting yourselves. “Ugh, I’m so tipsy I think I’ll smudge this lipstick before I even put it on.”

“Oh, let me help you.” She promptly goes to you, holding your shoulders for you to face her. So close… like you were in that dream of hers. Yes, her boobs are pretty big, aren’t they? You’re not that close and they are almost touching yours, yep, you noticed that too as you quickly glanced down and cleared your throat, facing her again.

“You know what? It’s… it’s fine. I mean, I’ll drink more, so I don’t really need lipstick.” You say, backing away. “Let’s go back before that bitch drinks all the beer!”

And it was so much fun! It was so good to be around other women like that, it feels even more special because she never had that before. It’s new, and it’s unpredictable and it makes her feel like… well, like a woman again. She couldn’t stop feeling this even when you called it a night and offered to walk her to her place.

“Are you sure you’re not the one who needs help to get home, MC?” she asks when you two arrive at her place.

“Yeah, I’m okay! All that fun I drank it’s no match for me!” is she a match for you? Wait, what? “Anyway, I should get going, I can’t wait to get home, these shoes are killing me, and don’t even get me started in this bra!”

“Yeah… I can’t wait to take mine off too…” she feels her face heating up as she notices you basically staring at her cleavage.  But her embarrassment turns into amusement as she watches you shaking your head after saying goodbye. Ohoho…if you could, you would definitely slap yourself right now, wouldn’t you?

She looks to her boobs when she goes inside her place, chuckling. How could you make her feel so good about this part of her body that made her feel so self-conscious for so long? Yeah, you make her feel like a woman, and you know what? Your breasts aren’t bad either… just another great part of you that she… loves?

Jumin

“Aren’t you a little old for school fantasies, girl?”

“Well, he could be a professor in university. It’s not like it would be less hot anyway…”

“Were you wearing a pleated skirt and piggytails?”

“Girl, no! Jumin is a classy man, I would never have a wet dream about him that could be a video you can see on Redtube!”

“Oh, so you’re saying he spanked you with a rule, then fucked you over a desk and called you ‘his naughty girl’, but with class?”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying. He does everything elegantly… even, you know, cumming on my breasts.” You both chuckle.

Well, uhm… this wasn’t a very elegant conversation, and it definitely wasn’t elegant of him to keep listening it, even if he was the topic. Well, not him per say, a… professor version of him? How did you even come up with that? He never even considered a career in the teaching field… your imagination really is… quite something. How would this work? You were a student of his? Oh, but that would be really unprofessional… he asking you to meet him after class, he needed to go over your last essay and how disappointed he was because he knew you have so much potential and can do such a better job. And you would tell him you’re really sorry, because his opinion really matters to you and you’ll do anything to prove you’re worth of his trust. Anything?

“Oh, there you are!” he says, walking into the balcony you and your friend were talking in this party at his dad’s house. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

“Of course not! Actually, I… I feel like I’m interrupting something, I should… taste a little caviar. You two… get along, will you?” you roll your eyes and he smiles softly. She’s so unsubtle even he can see what she’s trying to do.

“How can you interrupt something you’ve been doing from the beginning? I’m sorry, Jumin, I have no idea what I was thinking when I told she could come over.”

“She is funny, and she is your friend. Any friend of yours is mine too, MC. How long have you been friends, again?”

“Oh, we went to the same college.”  Oh… more school talk?

“I would love to have met you in college, it would have been priceless.” Oh, you’re looking so intently at him… what if he teases you a little? “Even though you would probably avoid me, most colleagues would mistake me as a professor.”

“I… don’t think I would avoid you.” Oh… not the reaction he was expecting, to be honest.

“Well, I’m pleased to know that. Let’s go back to the party, shall we?” yeah, he got  a little frustrated you didn’t really get flustered. He’s always amused by your flustered face…

He kept thinking about this even after Driver Kim let your friend at her place and now that you two were alone in his car. Actually, he would like to know what you were thinking. It almost sounded like you were trying to tease him as well back then. Did he… did he get flustered? Probably not, if he did, you would giggle and tell him he is cute, like you usually do. Oh yeah, just remembering makes him feel… well, flustered.

“Well, this is where I stay. Thanks for inviting me.”

“Don’t mention it. The pleasure was all mine. Did you have fun?”

“I did! I was so worried because everything was so fancy and… elegant, but I…”

“You’ll get used to elegance, it would be a privilege to teach you all about elegance from now on, if you allow me to be your teacher, of course.” There it is… your lovely blushing face.

You say a quick goodbye before getting off the car and almost running to your house. Ahh, you never fail to amuse him, do you? He just loves you so much and… oh…


Saeyoung

“So, just to make it clear, he would be the one to crossdress, or did you crossdress as a guy too?”

“No, he was the one crossdressing. And let me tell you, what a hot girl/boy he is. I was almost sexually confused.”

“Yeah, a guy wearing your panties and a cat maid outfit while he fucks you? That can be confusing.”

“You say that because you don’t know how hot he looks in a dress. He looks… he looks even better than us…”

“Nah, you’re just blinded by your crush, I suppose.”

“Yeah… and very sexually confused.” You two laugh and keep talking about guys wearing panties and how hot this is, you kinky little perverts.

Saeyoung accidentally listened to that phone call as he was checking a little bug in your phone, as you requested him to do so. Of course he didn’t need to listen to your private conversations, but he listened his name, crush, maid outfit and wet dream and… well, he couldn’t stop it.  It was wrong, but why did it feel so right? Like most of his feelings for you, to be honest… oh, if you only knew that there was nothing to feel embarrassed, because… well, he had even filthier dreams with you… no, but he could never tell you that, he’s not a girlfriend with who you can open up to and tell your deepest fantasies and desires. What if he disguised as a woman and tried to get friends with you? Oh… but if you’re so kinky for his crossdressing, you two would end up more than friends, huh? Lol

He called you because… well, just because. And watched as you jumped when you saw his name on the screen of your phone. “I’ll call you later, girl.”

“Oh… your little girlfriend is on the other line, right? Don’t worry, I won’t be a third wheel. Talk to you later!”

“Hey, Saeyoung, what’s up?” Oh, after that conversation? There is something definitely up with him…

“Just calling to let you know I’m still trying to fix the bug on your phone remotely, but if it gets too tough, I’ll probably need to go to your place and fix it personally.”

“My place? Ugh… let me know so I can clean it up before, it’s a mess!”

“Or I can come over and clean for you? Like a good maid?” he listens to you gulping lightly. Ohoho he got you good, huh? Well, he would like to get you, you know?

And much to your surprise, he did show up at your place. He considered showing up as a maid, but… maybe he wouldn’t be able to resist to your lustful eyes when you would spot him standing at the door. So… nah, he would be the only one struggling to resist you, he was pretty good at it.

“Hello, miss. Did you request my services?”

“I did. But no uniform? Ugh… such an unprofessional maid!”

“Oh please, forgive me, madam. Shall I change right away?” he says taking off his hoodie and making a motion to his bag so you’ll think he actually brought the costume.

“Or maybe you can work with no clothes on?” you smirk, and he immediately stops, blushing. You look at him and start laughing. “Come in, stupid, I’ll make some popcorn for us.”

And as he joins you in the couch to eat that popcorn and find something for you to watch, he can’t help feeling… happy. Yeah, sexual fantasies are fun, but his innocent fantasies about you are so much better, and he’s glad to make this one come true. He would love to make all of them come true, because he… he loves you.


Saeran

“… and I mean, I know it’s bad, but I… I can’t keep an innocent vision about him getting ice cream after that dream, you know?”

“What flavor was the ice cream?”

“I… I don’t know, it was pink, I… seriously? I just told you about how I dreamed about Saeran licking ice cream off my whole body, and you’re concerned about the flavor? What the fuck?”

“Hahaha, I’m just messing with you. Don’t get so upset, I bet you don’t get mad when he messes with you like that.”

“He never messes with me… unfortunately.”

“Awww, someone is feeling a little M, huh?”

M? What does that mean? Oh… his brother calls Yoosung an M sometimes, could it be…? Masochist? SHIT! What’s wrong with you girls? How can you talk about stuff like that so shamelessly? He feels like a nerve-wracking talking over the most trivial stuff with you, and here you are vividly describing to your equally crazy friend how he told you how yummy you are and how he would eat you all night, even when there was no ice cream anymore. Girls are insane! But still, it’s fun to see you so comfortable, he wishes you would get this comfortable around him and not being so worried about hurting his feelings. Okay, but don’t get too comfortable… not like in your weird dream!

“Hey!” he says, walking back from the bathroom and joining you two in the cafeteria’s table you invited him. He probably wouldn’t have accepted if he knew you had another guest, ugh… it’s still weird being around your crazy friends…

“Hi! So uhm…  I’m sorry if my presence here makes you uncomfortable, honey. MC said she was just very excited to introduce you to me, but I… I should get going. No hard feelings, okay? Take your time and don’t worry.” Ah great! Now he feels like a prick.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asks you as she walks away.

“Oh… no, not at all! She is just giving us some space, I mean… you, she’s giving you some space. Don’t worry, she thinks you’re really nice and sweet.”

“Sweet like ice cream?” he ask, more ou of curiosity than to actually tease you, but your nervous smile is just… priceless!

“Nah, you’re sweeter.” Shit! Now he’s blushing! Humph, he looks away grumpily, hating how you always manages to fluster him, somehow.

You two are walking to his place when you spot this popsicle little store. And he is wondering if you’re teasing him. Nah, probably not, you just know he likes ice cream. You know him so well…

“I want anything that is pink.” He says, smirking. And you just nod, avoiding his gaze. Hahaha, cute dork!

He notices your quick glances at him as he runs his tongue along the popsicle. He feels so stupid trying to be sexy, but at least you’re stupid enough to fall for it.

“Ahh, brain freeze!” you say flinching slightly before starting to lick it again. He finds it funny how you just complained about the bothering sensation and didn’t even hesitate to do it again, kinda like an…

“You’re just a little M, ain’t you?” you choke on the popsicle, which… makes him feel really aroused.

And as you walk him home all flustered, he can’t stop smirking, he finally got the upper hand on this flirting thing. He’s getting better and you’re allowing him on it, probably because you like him, and he… really likes you, he… probably even loves you.


V

“You’re such a narcissistic hoe, MC! Admit it!”

“No! It’s not about narcissism! It’s about… body praising! He was praising my body by taking photos of it and my reactions to his dirty talking,”

“I seriously can’t imagine that guy doing dirty talk, MC.”

“I can’t either… that’s what makes it so sexy, you know?”

“You are… so dirty for covering such an elegant man with your impure thoughts!”

“Ugh, I know… but I can’t help it, he’s just… he’s just elegantly sexy, I guess…”

Sexy? You think he’s… sexy? Well, it’s not like he haven’t heard this before, but coming from you makes it even harder to believe. He’s flattered, but he doesn’t feel like he’s sexy… oh, but the taking pics of your reactions while he talks dirty is very sexy, actually. Yeah… what would he say to you? “I love how your body shivers in anticipation for me.” “You’re so beautiful,I want to see everything, show me everything, MC!” no, too formal… “You like this, don’t you? You like being naked as I watch you with my camera? Dirty girl…” okay, better… “I can’t wait to turn this camera off and go to you, your body is driving me crazy, I won’t be able to control myself.” Okay… “I need to taste you, then make you beg for me to feel you, I’ll make you beg for my cock, my slutty little gi…” oh no, too much, and he would never call you a slut. Ugh… your friend is right, he really sucks at this.

“Hello, ladies!” he says walking into the kitchen of your place, you and your friend were grabbing more snacks for this little get together and he overheard this talk when he realized he needed to help you two. “Can I help you with that?”

“Oh, I’m good, but you can help MC.” Your friend says, shoving the packages in your arms and running out of there. He chuckles as you glare at her.

“You… really don’t have to do that, V. You’re a guest, don’t worry.”

“Oh, please allow me on helping you being a good hostess, would you? It would be an honor…”

“Yeah, sure. I don’t reall know how to say no to you.” You admit chuckling.

“Really now? So I suppose you wouldn’t say no if I ask to take a picture of you?” oh… the dream… he didn’t mean it like that. It’s just… you look really beautiful under this light and… ahh, your blushing face is so adorable, it only makes him feel like taking a lot of pictures! “I’m sorry, I got ahead of myself. Let me help you with this.”

And he keeps helping you being a good hostess for most of the night, some of your friends even remark on how it looks like you two are a couple celebrating a little housewarming, which makes you both blush and delight at each other’s flustered expressions. Of course he stayed to help you cleaning afterwards.

“It was a lovely party, MC. Thanks for inviting me.”

“Oh, I was really glad that you came, you know? Even though it’s embarrassing, my house is such a mess and my taste for decoration is so… all over the place!”

“I know… well, I suppose that’s just one of the things that makes you really sexy.” He quickly looks away, not daring to stare at you and your reaction to his sudden boldness. “I… should get going, it’s getting late.

You nod and walk him to the door. And as he looks at you to say goodbye, he finally sees your expression, and it is… breathtaking! Oh… he would love to get a pic of this! He would love to take pics of every single one of your reactions. For example, how would you react if he ever confessed that he loves you?

Part three of Halloween AU.

Somehow, for all that his mother warned him, Steve is not prepared to face one of the fae.

She’s beautiful, in that eerie, perfect way that all fae are beautiful. She’s got pale skin, red hair, green eyes. Her ears are round like a human’s but that only means that she’s very old and skilled at glamours. She’s got freckles. Steve doesn’t know why he’s surprised that she has freckles. It seems almost too human like they would be seen as blemishes among the fair folk. She’s tall, too, willowy, almost. Steve’s certain that if it hadn’t been for her glamour, she would have brushed the ceiling.

“I’m looking for Steve Rogers,” she tells Kamala simply, and Steve sees the teen’s mouth moving in a silent prayer as she turns from the register, eyes round with fear. He doesn’t know what Muslims believe about the fae, but he’s certain what they believe probably doesn’t matter when they’re finally faced with one. His mother had whispered fears and cautions about the fair folk in his ear ever since he could remember, and he hadn’t been prepared. He doesn’t want to go out and speak to this fae.

But when a fae asks for you by name, you answer.

The fae looks him up and down, and Steve can’t help but straighten his shoulders and puff out his chest defiantly. He is what he is. He’s used to being found lacking. He owns it. The fae’s eyes meet his finally, and he wavers for a moment when the glamour hazes, like there’s suddenly a wall of heat between them, and he sees skin white as snow, eyes completely awash in green, hair like burning fire. But he keeps meeting her eyes, because he’s not a coward.

The haze fades immediately, and Steve almost stumbles when he realizes the fae is smiling at him. It transforms her face entirely from the blank, judging mask it had been. Her eyes crinkle at the corners and she has laugh lines and dimples. She’s very pretty.

She tells him the name she is called here is Pepper.

“Jim told me that Tony came here, after he was attacked” she says over a cup of coffee after the diner is closed, as Bucky putters around locking up and wiping tables and mopping. Steve’s fingers tighten around his mug. “Yes. I found him in the supply closet.” “He must have sensed that Jim had been here,” Pepper muses. “Jim has been his safe place ever since they met.” Steve wants to ask when that was, and how that happened, because he can’t imagine people taking a grown man, let alone a vampire, befriending a child very well. “You must have been safe, too,” she adds thoughtfully, and Steve sits up a little straighter. “For him to come here directly after he was attacked.” “He asked for a cup of milk,” Steve explains, feeling a little stupid as soon as he says it and this beautiful fae stares at him. She purses her lips, trying not to smile, and mostly fails. “Tony despises milk almost as much as he despises blood.”

That’s an eye-opener, Steve thinks, looking down into his coffee. A vampire that despises blood. No wonder he was always hungry. No wonder he looked so scared after having someone force their blood upon him. “Tony’s very old,” Steve offers after a moment, searching, seeking, but Pepper doesn’t answer. She looks amused. Fae folk usually were when humans tried to trick or outsmart them, though. “That’s—quite a long time to despise blood, when you need it to survive.” Pepper shrugs one delicate shoulder. “Tony’s a bit strange,” she says, as if that isn’t the biggest understatement of the century.

Steve sends her off with an entire cherry pie that had been leftover that night, feeling a little stupid. She’s fae. She probably had much better things to eat, things humans didn’t dare for fear of being stolen into their world of trickery and deceit. He refuses payment when she opens her purse. Pepper looks entirely too amused. “It’s not considered a deal when I’m paying for merchandise, Steve Rogers.” “I was raised Irish Catholic,” bursts out of Steve’s mouth before he thinks better of it.

Pepper stares at him, mouth opened in a surprised ‘o’ before she throws her head back and laughs. On top it sounds like bells ringing in its beauty; underneath, the fae part he knows is there sounds like broken glass being ground together. “I have always been absolutely delighted by the Irish,” she says when she can speak without giggling. “Catholic, Protestant, it’s never mattered. You’re all the same at your core.” “Please don’t ever say that to the devout Irish people,” Steve tells her. She laughs again and leaves carrying her pie. “Do you think she took me seriously?” Steve asks into Bucky’s chest later. “I think if she ever talked to an Irish nun, they would immediately break their vows and commandments to punch her in the face,” Bucky replies sleepily.

The next day, Steve gets no orders except for three meals for the first two hours of opening. It’s very strange. He peeks into the dining room.

Tony, Pepper, and Colonel Rhodes are sitting at a booth, talking, laughing. The sight of a fae at ease fills Steve with a terror he does not completely understand. Still, he manages to snag Bucky’s attention from where he’s wiping down the counter. Bucky tilts his head the way he does when he’s listening but doesn’t want to take his eyes off what he’s watching. “What the actual fuck,” Steve whispers as quietly as he can. Bucky shrugs. “You useless animal I don’t know what I see in you. You’re the worst. The worst. I can’t believe I put my dick in you. I can’t believe I let you put your dick in me.” Tony spews his Coke all over Colonel Rhodes.

Steve belatedly remembers that Tony has excellent hearing. Steve slinks back into the kitchen and doesn’t come out until after the trio has left. “Can I keep this?” Bucky asks of the crisp one hundred dollar bill he holds up. Steve snatches it out of his hand because he blames Bucky for everything wrong in his life.

Steve screams when he steps out of the diner to find Tony there. Oh God. What if he thinks Steve is secretly a racist? What if Tony’s a homophobe? Steve will fight but now that he knows that Tony has a fae backing him up he’s a little worried about how she could make him suffer if he hurt Tony.

Tony looks… hurt. “I thought you weren’t scared of me,” he whispers, as if he’s crushed to find out the opposite is true. “He’s not,” Bucky replies, slinging an arm around Steve’s shoulders. “He’s scared of your girlfriend.” “I don’t have a girlfriend,” Tony says in confusion. “Or—does that mean something different now? Language keeps changing. I guess Pepper is my platonic girlfriend then. Does that make Rhodey my boyfriend?” Bucky makes a wheezing noise like he wants to laugh but even he finds it inappropriate. “The word hasn’t changed,” Steve explains quickly. “Oh. Then Pepper isn’t my girlfriend. I’m actually kind of terrified contemplating Pepper dating or having sex because the fae are so creepy.” “Thank you,” Steve exclaims. Tony frowns at him in confusion. “…You’re welcome.”

Eventually, after staring at each other for a while, Steve asks, “So did you need something?” “Rhodey says I should get your contact information,” Tony answers after some thought. “In case I need help while he’s deployed.” “Oh,” they say, touched, and Bucky begins, ”That’s so—” “He says if you let anything happen to me he’ll drop everything to come back to the states and murder you.” Tony smiles guilelessly when they stare at him. “He wouldn’t do that though. He just talks a big show.” Steve and Bucky smile weakly as they take Tony’s phone and put their numbers in. This precious lamb actually believes that his friend wouldn’t murder them.

“Did they ever catch the guy who assaulted you?” Bucky asks as Tony takes his phone back and squints at the screen, tongue poking out adorably. Tony looks up at him, frowning, then looks back at his phone. “Pepper only stopped by that first time because she was going to follow the trail from your supply closet to find my attacker. I don’t know what happened to the lady that attacked me but I assume that Pepper made sure it was terrible.” “…If she only stopped by that first time to follow the trail, why did she come back?” Steve asks after a moment.

Tony lifts his gaze to stare at him in contempt. “She liked your pie, Steve.”

Late Night Snacks and Underwear - 2

Fandom: Marvel’s Avengers

Summary:  Y/N and Peter run into each other late one night. After, she is beyond confused about how she sees Peter. And Peter? Well he was already in love with her, but it takes advice, teasing, and another surprise encounter for them to face their feelings.

Words: 900+

Pairing/Characters: PeterParkerxStark!Reader

Warning: Mentions of partial nudity. Maybe a curse?

Author’s Note: Well, Part 1 seemed to have received a good response (I was hoping you guys would like it because I love writing awkward lil’Peter). This one’s a little short, but here ya go.

Part 1

Originally posted by sexy-stan

He knew there was no way he’d be able to get to sleep after seeing you like that… But as soon as he asked you if you needed help, he regretted it. You probably thought it was weird, that he was weird for asking you that at one in the morning after you’d run into each other so awkwardly. You were just so pretty and sweet, he couldn’t help himself. In truth he was surprised he’d been able to be ‘cool’ around you up until then. He thought his awkwardness would surely scare you off. And yet, months later, he had grown so close with you, falling further and further for you.

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Tony rubbed his forehead and tried to continue working on Peter’s suit. Some incident with electrical wires rendered a few of the features useless. When he heard about the predicament, Tony extended his kindness and offered to fix it with him. What he didn’t know was how much Peter was going to chat while they worked. 

After mentioning gym class, his Chemistry homework, and favorite restaurant all in the span of two minutes, Tony noticed that the one sided conversation’s topic had surrounded you, one of Peter’s friends. You were always there, the main character. The older man looked at the teenager in amusement, which Peter noticed. “What?“ 

Shaking his head, Tony went back to the suit. “Nothing.“ 

"No, seriously. What?” He insisted. 

“Seriously nothing,” he replied, smirking. Without taking his eyes off the wires, Tony added teasingly. “Keep on talking about your girlfriend." 

Not expecting that, Peter almost tripped over nothing and held onto the work table in an attempt to look casual. "Gir-girlfriend? I don’t hav- I mean, Y/N’s not my-” He paused, trying to look more laid back. “Well, she’s my friend and girl, but not…that.” Peter’s face was getting redder with every word that he said.

Holding up the Spiderman suit to Peter, Tony mentioned, “Huh. You might not even have to wear a mask with this if you keep on blushing about your friend that is a girl, but not your girlfriend.” Little did Tony know that he had just started a conversation that was even more tiresome than the first. 

“It’s not that I wouldn’t like her as my girlfriend,” Peter continued his tangent, “She’s really smart and funny. Also pretty. Really pretty.” For a second, he was in his own daze. “What was I saying? Oh, yeah!” Peter snapped back into reality. “It doesn’t even matter. It’s not like she would ever date me." 

"Sure, she would,” Tony assumed, “It sounded like you two are already pretty close.”

“Yeah, we’re good friends,” he replied, “But that’s completely different from dating. I wouldn’t even know where to start.” Peter shoved his hands into his pockets, evidently embarrassed. 

Tony paused his tinkering for a second to think. It might be good for Peter to have a girlfriend to give him something outside of Spiderman. “Well, you just have to impress her. Transition the friendly feelings to romantic feelings with some dates.” Peter looked confused. Was it that simple? “Okay, kid. Where would you take Y/N on a first date?" 

He smiled and answered immediately, "Her favorite pizza shop in Queens.” Noticing Tony’s bored expression, Peter felt self conscious. He had been sure that that would be perfect, a casual place that both of you were familiar with. “What do you think?" 

Shuffling through his projected agenda that appeared before his eyes, Tony stated, "Seems very normal. She could do that any day.” He found what he was looking for among the piles of invites and smiled triumphantly. “But could Y/N see an acrobatic show any time she wanted?” Peter barely had time to shake his head before Tony continued, “Perfect. I’ll get you a cool ride and a driver for Friday night. Make sure you two wear something nice and-” He picked up the newly repaired suit- “Stay away from electrical wires."  

When Ned heard from Peter about what happened, he was in awe. "Seriously? Tony Stark is giving you free things now?" 

"Yeah, to help me ask out Y/N,” Peter clarified, “He was given the tickets and couldn’t go so…” Shrugging his backpack off, his mind started to wander how he might explain how he casually happened upon these the tickets to you. 

“So, let me get this straight,” you said slowly, digesting all the information your best friend quickly told you, “Tony Stark held a raffle among his interns for various events he isn’t going to and you got two tickets to an acrobatic show?"  

Peter smiled excitedly. "It’s this famous show that’s in New York now.” Shoving his hands into his pockets, he looked down at his scruffy shoes. “The extra ticket is yours, if you want it.” His eyes rose to meet yours, anxious to hear your response. 

“Are you sure you want to take me?” you asked casually, “It seems like an opportune time to ask out someone. She would be pretty impressed probably.”

“I could, but I’d rather go with you, if you can.” Peter bit the inside of his cheek, which had become a small nervous habit of his. 

Grinning excitedly, you nodded. “Only if you’re sure.”

“I’m definitely sure,” he reassured quickly before adding, “It’s Friday, Mr. Stark’s giving us a ride, and I have been told to wear something nice.” Before you could change your mind, he stuttered something about seeing you in class and walked away, leaving you behind, yet pleasantly confused.

As the week progressed, Peter was in a state of impatience combined with joy. He was antsy in class, even more so than before. Even though he rolled his eyes at Ned’s teasing, the stupid smile never left Peter’s face. Nothing could ruin anything now that he kinda sorta had a date with you.

Finally, Friday evening was upon Peter who was rushing around his room, trying to look presentable. Aunt May, who had been informed about what was happening, commented lightly, fixing his collar and pushing his hair out of his face. When Tony’s driver texted him that he was there, Peter practically fell down the stairs as he tripped over his own feet to get to the car.

If he was amazed by the car, it was nothing compared to the feeling he felt when he saw you. Your knee length dress was spectacular, yet there was the undeniable factor of you that made Peter absolutely speechless. Tell her she looks beautiful Aunt May told him. "You look…incredibly stunning.” Close enough.

To his personal delight, you blushed slightly at the compliment, before composing yourself and responding, “Why, thank you. You look handsome tonight, Peter.” He opened the door for you smoothly, as if he hadn’t practiced it all week, and went in the car after you had settled.

The show was astounding, but Peter loved watching you more than he liked watching the acrobats on stage. Well, he found himself watching the Avengers tribute, where Spiderman was a part of. Your amazement at the trained professionals only made him more entranced.

About halfway through the show, Peter noticed your hand resting on the armrest that separated the two of you. Delicately, he placed his hand on top of yours, as if he was scared you would flinch away. To his delight, you didn’t pull away and, although Peter wasn’t entirely sure due to the dimmed lights and multiple colors on the stage, your cheeks might have turned that soft shade of pink from earlier in the night.

Ever since that night, Tony made sure that Peter had enough of impressive dates to present to you. He hasn’t kissed you yet, but on the date, he could pretend that he was a confident billionaire like Tony Stark himself and take your hand occasionally. Sure, getting dressed formally was a hassle, but to be with you? Peter would do anything.

The third date was actually an Avengers’ event that Peter was invited to, but he still told you that Tony Stark invited him just because of the internship, since you weren’t aware of his double life. That night started off well, as all the previous dates had, and you looked enchanting in your long dress, but as the night went on, Peter lost you and couldn’t find you.

It had taken half an hour and hacking into Tony Stark’s security cameras to find you on the roof, by yourself. He went up there, hoping to appear casual. "Hey. I couldn’t find you,” Peter said softly as he stood next to you on the ledge. You only smiled in response, making him insecure about himself. “Are you not having a good time?”

“No, I am,” you reassured quickly, “It’s just…” You took a quick breath. “It’s stupid.”

Peter placed his hand on top of yours on the railing and looked into your eyes. “I’m sure it’s not.” A few seconds of silence went by before he sighed, “I understand if you don’t want to come with me to these. You don’t have to fee obligated or anything.”

“No, no, no.” You cracked a small smile. “Peter, this is going to be your life soon at the rate you’re going at. I shouldn’t feel ungrateful, but I would just be fine with staying in Queens-” your smile morphed into a bigger one, “-grabbing a pizza. I just know you’d want someone by your side who has your ambition right now. I’m just a regular high school student.” You looked at the view from the tower and Peter’s heart ached at the sight.

“Wait, seriously?” He asked incredulously, “I’d love to grab a pizza at that little pizza shop you like.” Peter’s face flushed with embarrassment. “I was just trying to impress you with all these outings.” If it was possible, his face turned redder. “And you are anything but regular. You’re extraordinary. I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else.”

You looked at him with shock, but he recognized the happiness in your eyes. Slowly, Peter took a step closer and placed his hand on your cheek delicately. Without so much as an inch between the two of you, he whispered, “Is this actually happening?”

“Don’t think so much.” With that, you leaned in and placed your lips on his. His eyes widened before closing them quickly and returning the kiss. Peter placed his other hand on the small of your back and he felt your hands go up to his neck. Your fingers played with a little of his hair, making his face feeling redder than he knew it was, but Peter didn’t care because all he cared about was you, you, you.

You pulled away from the kiss and Peter leaned in a bit, pouting at the end of perhaps the best kiss in his whole lifetime. Laughing a bit at his silly face, you laced your hand with his and mentioned, “So you said something about my favorite pizza shop?”

team-bughead  asked:

Could I please request a hot smutty one where betty and jughead have a deal where they can't touch each other for like 48 hours, but they are both teasing each other in that time and one of them breaks (you can decide who) followed by lots of smut. I feel slightly embarrassed to request this 😂

love, love, love this one! Again sorry for the wait, i want to do all your ideas justice so sometimes it takes a while to churn them out! Anyway I hope you enjoy this love and thankyou for your support and encouragement on my work! I love you x

warnings: SMUT!!!!

YOU CAN LOOK BUT YOU CAN’T TOUCH:

HOUR ZERO:

It was hot.  More than hot actually, in fact Jughead was almost positive this summer was more akin to hell on earth.

It was early July and the heat had already exceeded Riverdale records, making it clear they were on track for a sweltering, unbearable few months.

And for the teenager whose wardrobe mostly consisted of layers, flannels, denim, and leather and of course the renowned beanie the heat wasn’t exactly a cause for celebration.

Jughead groaned, head hitting the back of the vibrant leather booth he was sprawled across. The curser on his laptop screen blinked at him obnoxiously- a reminder of the words that would not come.  

The agitated boy glanced around the crowed diner, finding even more cause for frustration. It seemed as though half of Riverdale’s population had decided to seek refuge in the Chok’lit Shoppe, making it a little harder for Jughead to enjoy the air conditioned space he felt even more at home in than his foster house.

Just as he was spiralling into another brooding monologue about the woes of wanting to get a refill but dreading losing his booth, the bells at the entrance chimed, signalling the arrival of another patron.

It wasn’t just any patron though; it was the one bright spot in this god awful summer. It was the one thing that was making all his suffering, completely and utterly worth it.

And that was Betty Cooper, clad in a tiny sundress that showed off her gorgeous, long, tan legs.

Her eyes scanned briefly around the crowded space before landing on Jughead; lighting up when they met his and skipping happily over to his booth.

“Hey you,” he greeted, unable to keep the smile off his face in her presence.

“Hi,” Betty returned sliding in beside him before placing her lips over his.

Jughead relaxed into the kiss, savouring the taste of her lips which were much more refreshing than any cold beverage could have been.

As she pulled away Jughead couldn’t help but notice the dewy glint on her skin, the heat obviously affecting her too.  He licked his lips, unable to resist the enticing sheen and wanting nothing more than the trace the column of her neck with his tongue.

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Big Things Have Small Beginnings | I. Infatuation

Pairing: Jared Padalecki x YouTuber!Reader

Characters: Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles,  Misha Collins… Mentions of David Dobrik, Liza Koshy, and Gabbie Hanna

Word Count: 752

Warnings: Angst… kinda

Summary: Jared Padalecki, costar of Supernatural, had been divorced for two years and his way of coping is watching Y/N L/N, a vlogger on YouTube. Not necessarily for the content, but for her. When Jared won’t suck it up and talk to her, his best friend Jensen takes matters into his own hands

Notes: This was a request from @sassyspn67. I decided to make it into a mini series with a couple of parts so I hope you enjoy part one! Request are still open guys so ask away.

The request was:

Sassyspn67: HEY I LOVE U, AND YOU BLOG AJDKDJSK  So I was thinking maybe one with Jared Padalecki where the reader is a youtuber like David Dobrik, with blogs and stuff (if u dont know him i would kill u, and the u would have to watch him) and he just can’t stop watching her, so he tweets and ajkdnxjdind.  This would be one where he is divorced (i love gen 💖) and bakdhakxnid.  Ps: but seriously, watch david dobrik vlogs now 🔥  I DON’T EVEN KNOW IF REQUEST ARE OPEN AAHHAHAHSHDUSHDHKSFOSNFJ *dies*

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Happy wouldn’t be the word to describe how Jared was feeling, it was too simple a word. He was enveloped in complete euphoria, he was ecstatic, the muscles in his mouth never stopped forming a smile. Any mention of your name made him forget every worry. Your voice made him feel safe during the scariest moments of his life. How he wished he could to talk to you.

But then again, why would you wanna talk to him? You were 26, he was 34 and he had a gut feeling you wouldn’t like him because of the 8 years age difference. That’s what he told Jensen and Misha anyway.

“That’s was… poetic” Misha said. Jensen was quiet while processing the information his friend had just told him. Something wasn’t clear still, “So she’s a YouTuber?” Jensen asked, the two other men nodded.

“And you love her?”

“No, I-I don’t love her… I like her, there’s a difference” Jared clarified quickly. Misha took over after his friends began staring at each other awkwardly. “So you don’t think she’d want to talk to you?”

“Well, yeah, there’s an eight ye-”

“Just talk to her” Jensen interrupted, “it’s been 2 years since Gen and you have gotten a divorce. I think it’s time for you to find someone new and by the looks of it you have. If she’ll make you happy, talk to her.”

Jared rubbed his hands over his face, he knew Jensen was right. “How?” he asked, willing to comply. The three sat there thinking of answers, nobody had actually thought about it. “Twitter” Misha stated, as if it was obvious “You could tweet her saying something about her most recent video to get the ball rolling.” Jensen agreed saying it wasn’t a bad idea so Jared picked up his phone to open twitter.

He tapped the button to compose a tweet but froze once it popped up. “What’s wrong dude?” Jensen asked when Jared hadn’t moved in a minute. “I can’t do it” Jseed decided letting his fears getting the best of him. Before his friends could say anything Jared left Misha’s trailer.


It’d been a couple of days since Jared had talked to Jensen and Misha and he’d been nothing but stressed. The directors weren’t extremely worried about his condition because they could actually get something done for once. However, Jensen and Misha were. At lunch they decided to take matters into their own hands.

Jensen Ackles: Hey @Y/N, I heard @jarpad wants to talk to you. He’s a bit nervous though…

Y/N L/N: Is that so? Sup @jarpad. What’d you wanna talk about?

Jared Padalecki: @Y/N, nothing, I don’t know what @JensenAckles is talking about. Sorry for bothering you.

Y/N L/N: Oh… it’s fine @jarpad

Jared, though pissed at Jensen, immediately felt bad about dropping the conversation. The one chance he had to tell you how he felt. And he ruined it.


“Oh… it’s fine @jarpad you tweeted. Well, you got your hopes up for nothing but you were still giddy. Big name actors never tweeted at you just because. One question kept running through your mind: why would Jensen tell you Jared had to talk to you? Padalecki said he was just joking but something tells you that wasn’t true. A notification popped up on your phone.

Jared padalecki mentioned you in a tweet: Actually, @Y/N

You opened your phone to read the full tweet.

Jared Padalecki: Actually, @Y/N I wanted to tell you that I really like your videos, they’re hilarious and entertaining. Plus, you’re beautiful.

Hold up.

Did he just say I was beautiful? You thought. You get that type of thing from fans all the time but coming from the Jared Padalecki made it special. You were so busy in your own that’s that you almost forgot to respond.

Y/N L/N: Thank you @jarpad! That means a lot to me. Ps you aren’t too bad looking yourself ;)

That’s when your phone erupted with notifications from twitter. Your friends David, Liza, and Gabby were freaking out, as per usual, you knew they were gonna tease you about it later. Ship names for the two of you were already surfacing from your fans’ minds. Honestly, you thought it was cute. As to be expected, there was a lot of hate too but it didn’t bother you too much. You’re just delighted to know Jared Padalecki’s got a crush on you.

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Flirt With Me - Part 2

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Requested: Yes (20+ OMG)

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A/N: IT’S HERE! The highly requested and long awaited sequel! I hope it meets your expectations, I’m actually terrified because I’m afraid that it doesn’t meet the standards of the first one… Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy!

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Part 1

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How to flirt

Your fingers move swiftly across the keys of a school laptop as you type, glancing around the library, praying that no one was around to see what you were up to.

Less than a week ago (93 hours and counting… yeah you kept track), your best friend Peter Parker had flirted with you to help you avoid a certain obnoxious fellow Decathlon member, leaving you feeling very confused.
You’ve known Peter almost your whole life, but you had never imagined you would witness the slightly very seductive and flirtatious side of the sweet little, innocent boy from Queens.

You’d be lying if you said that you hadn’t enjoyed the little experience, even if it left you feeling extremely vulnerable and flustered - being a rather confident girl, that was something you definitely weren’t used to. You always liked Peter, he was an amazing friend, however, the episode left you desiring for something more… which has led you to this moment; sitting alone in the library and Googling for flirting tips during your free period. As pathetic as it sounded, you had a plan to finally admit your feelings for Peter, you’d win his heart the way he’d unknowingly captured yours.

You sigh as the page buffers, stupid school wifi.

But in order for your plan to be successful, you needed to be able to flirt. And unfortunately, that doesn’t happen overnight.

The page finally loads and you cheer silently in success, jumping slightly in your seat. The librarian glares at you accusingly but doesn’t raise a finger.

“These internet people better know what they’re doing…” you murmur to yourself as your eyes skim through an article. Of course, it was useless.

You yelp in surprise as you felt someone breathe on the back of your neck while peering over your shoulder. Hurriedly, you slam the laptop shut but the damage had been done.

“Learning how to flirt on the internet?” Michelle drawls with a smirk and you feel yourself heat up. “I’ve tried it before. You’re lame.”

“Wait, but you said you tried it too-” you start before she cuts you off with a smirk. Ah, Michelle, such a complex and bright mind yet ever so confusing at times.

A thought suddenly pops into your head.

“So are you any good at flirting now? Perhaps you could help me?” you inquire hopefully. Sure, Michelle didn’t seem like a flirt, but at this point, you honestly didn’t know what to expect from anyone anymore.

“Me? Flirt? Pfft, no. I’d rather be doing something productive, like drawing people in crisis.”

You simply nod, not exactly eager to find out what she meant about ‘people in crisis’.

She ignores you for the rest of the period, checking out a few interesting looking books as you resume reading a few blogs and online magazine articles, but to no avail. By the time the bell rang you still hadn’t learned anything new.

Sighing in frustration, you pack your things.

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“Okay, Ned. Play along with me for a moment.”

“Wait, what?”

“I’m going to do something, just go with it!”

Ned looks dumbfounded as you saunter over to him, twirling a strand of hair around your fingers.

“Hey, handsome,” you whisper, closing in on him. He backs up nervously against the lockers.

“(Y/N).”

You give him a flirtatious wink.

“(Y/N), you’re scaring me.”

You sigh in defeat as you slam your face into the lockers with a loud bang. A few freshmen stare at you curiously but you couldn’t care less. Ned, on the other hand, looks as confused as ever as he awkwardly tried to pry your face from the lockers.

“Hey Ned, (Y/N)!” you hear an all too familiar voice call. The feet carrying the person skid to a stop. “Uh, what’s wrong with her?”

Peter glances at Ned, who shrugs before walking off, still pondering over your crazy behaviour from earlier. Peter pokes your head gently but you ignore him, even though you wanted nothing more than to face him and look into his beautiful eyes.

“(Y/N),” Peter tries again when he suddenly spots Flash coming around the corner. His face lights up in realization and the faintest traces of hope, however, you (your face still shoved against the lockers) didn’t see his eyes shine in excitement. “Ah, I see. Flash approaching quickly at six o'clock. Want to put your old plan into action again?”

His voice is eager and hopeful, but once again this remained unnoticed by you for your face was starting to flush, the blood roaring like strong waves in your ears.

Without warning, Peter successfully removes your face from the cool metal (damn his inhuman strength) and twirls you around to face him, his cheeky, flirtatious smirk from a few days before, returning.

You feel your knees shaking beneath you and your heart beating faster. You wanted to scream in delight but also die right there and then. You weren’t prepared, the websites had taught you nothing. You were defenseless and you wouldn’t be able to play along with him nor tell him how you really felt. Your heart stopped and all your trains of thought left you as he opened his mouth.

“There isn’t a word in the dictionary to describe how beautiful you are.” Peter whispered, his voice low and husky.

Your face was burning like a freshly lit fire as he gazed into your eyes, taking your hand in his gently. You tried to keep your hand as still as possible, but it was shaking madly in his grasp. However, his grip only tightened. You rack your brain to the websites you browsed merely hours ago, and blurt out the first thing that came to mind. The line that would allow Peter to understand how you truly felt, the line that would start your relationship as a real couple-

“And you must be the square root of two, because I feel irrational around you.” you uttered, your voice awfully tremulous.

He chuckles and you wanted nothing more than to slap yourself. Out of the hundreds of pick up lines you read, you chose to use the only one with math? Freaking mathematics? Nobody would ever take that seriously, not even Peter and he wore science pun shirts for goodness sake!

“Good one, (Y/N). I’ll have to get that printed on a shirt soon,” he laughs, vocalizing your thoughts. “But back to business.”

Before you knew what you were doing and before he could say anything ridiculously attractive, you push him against the lockers, sealing the small gap that was between the two of you. He looks surprised at first but it doesn’t last long as his face sports his seductive smile again.

“Whoa, careful darling. Please keep your distance. I might fall for you.” he mused, as you fought hard to keep your blush from darkening.

You take a deep breath and close your eyes. It was going to work this time. It had to.

“Roses are red, my face is too… and that only happens when I’m around you.”

You shut your eyes tightly, dreading his reaction. You didn’t know what to expect, perhaps he would think that you’re still playing along, or maybe you had just ruined a perfectly amazing friendship with Pete or-

Your body tenses as his hand finds his way to your cheek, cupping it gently. It glides swiftly to your chin, his touch feather-light, and tilts your head so that you were less than inches away from his face. You hesitantly open your eyes, only to meet his gentle ones that showed no sign of anger, confusion or pity. Were you mistaken or did his eyes sparkle with love? And did yours too?

“I want to be the reason you look down at your phone and smile,” you resumed. His eyebrows quirk up in an adorable way and he opens his mouth to reply but you start speaking again. “And walk into a pole.”

The two of you double over with laughter and butterflies flutter in your stomach as Peter pulls you into him, wrapping you in a hug.

“You totally ruined the perfect moment,” he chided while continuing to chuckle. “I was about to say something equally as romantic y'know.”

“Oh, believe me, I’ve heard enough of that from you already.” you admitted, grinning wildly. “And are you admitting to liking me too?”

He smirks and pushes you against the lockers, trapping you against him and the metal that creaked in protest from behind you. The space between the two of you, incredibly small. But you definitely weren’t complaining.

“That I am. I have for years. And besides… your lips look so lonely. Would they like to meet mine?”

He leans in and you mimic his movements, lifting you face up to connect your lips to his-

“Hey (Y/N), I was wondering if you wanted - ARG, WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN EVERY SINGLE FREAKING TIME?” Flash shrieks from the other side of the hallway as he spotted the two of you against the lockers.

You and Peter pull away abruptly, and you sigh disappointedly. Your eyes shoot daggers at his back as Flash retreats, his heavy footsteps echoing angrily.

“And another perfect moment ruined.” Peter sighed dramatically, pulling you to his side while snaking his arm around your waist. You snuggle into his embrace.

“You owe me a kiss now.” he declares with a smile.

“Yes, I do.”

Your plan was definitely successful.

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Originally posted by crimsondomingo


Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader

Summary: Barry and (Y/N) are secretly in a relationship, but then Cisco caught them.

Word count: 949

A/N: I was thinking of some possible plots and this came into my mind. I found it funny and I decided to share my fantasies with you. Hope you guys like it and thank you for the support that I am getting these days.

P.S.: New requested imagines coming soon, just wait for it.

- G. x  

Warnings: (Y/H/L) is Your Hair Length, (Y/H/C) is Your Hair Colour and (Y/E/C) is Your Eye Colour.


You and Barry were best friends and everyone in the city knew it. Well, who wouldn’t?

They’ve always thought that you looked great and lovely together and they even started to ship the both of you. In fact, your friends, Caitlin and Cisco, and Barry’s adoptive sister, Iris, were the first to ship the two of you.

You’ve always told them that you and Barry were just best friends and you didn’t have time for those kinds of relationships, but little did they know that Barry is more than your best friend.

“Babe, have you ever thought of divulging to our friends that we’re in a relationship?” Barry curiously asked as he was caressing your (Y/H/L) (Y/H/C) hair.

You were both cuddling under his warm blankets after a passionate and a sensual making love session. You were alone in the West household and the thing just got out of hand, as usual.

“I did.” You honestly said, even nodding your head for a few times.

“And?” He added as he pulled the blanket to cover his uncovered chest.

“I don’t know,” You shrugged your shoulders while you looked at him, focusing your (Y/E/C) eyes in his orbs. “but, seriously, I’m not ready.”

“What’s stopping you from saying it to them?” He caressed your cheek as he waited for your answer.

“I have no idea. I mean, they always tease us and it wouldn’t be a problem to me if they teased us even more, but I really don’t know why I’m not ready to reveal it to our friends.” You hardly bit your lip as you honestly told him what you’ve thought.

“Alright.” He shortly answered as he nodded his head, meaning that he understood everything.

“I’m not shy of having you as my boyfriend, Bar.” You wrapped your arms around his waist. “Okay?”

“I know, love. I am not fussing too much over it, I was just curious.” He smiled at you as he pressed a kiss on top of your head. He wrapped his arms around you too and he was now facing you.

“Thank you for understanding it.” He shook his head as he leant in closer to leave a kiss on your lips.

You replied to his kiss, but it was immediately interrupted as you heard someone knocking on Barry’s room door.

“Yes?” It was Iris and it was obvious in Barry’s response that he was shocked and alarmed.

“Cisco is downstairs, he was trying to contact you but your phone is off.” Iris informed and you quickly unwrapped your arms around his waist. You turned the light on in just a swift movement and you gestured him that he needed to go downstairs quickly.

“I’m coming, just a second.” He quickly got up from the bed and he put his clothes on as he found them in different angles of the room.

“Is (Y/N) with you?” Iris then asked.

“Yup.” He said as he struggled with his pants. “She’s sleeping peacefully.”

“What?” You silently shouted to him and he threw your clothes that he has found. “My shirt?”

“Here.” He got a random shirt in his closet and he threw it across the room, hitting your face. “Sorry.”

“Idiot.” You rolled your eyes as you put his shirt on. He left you a quick kiss on your lips and he tucked the blankets in your body.

“I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you too.” You replied as you shut your eyes closed. He turned the lights off once again and he opened the door, kind of exposing your covered body to Iris.

“What took you so long?” Iris rolled her eyes as Barry closed the door, leaving you in the dark, pretending to be asleep.

“I was charging my phone, stop whining!” Barry responded in defence.

As they went downstairs, you were in Barry’s room, patiently waiting for him to come back.

But when an hour has already passed from the moment Iris called Barry, you got up from the bed and you fixed yourself before deciding to go downstairs.

“Oh,” Iris exclaimed as she saw you going downstairs. “sleeping beauty is finally awake!”

“Oh, hi Iris!” You pretended to be still asleep and you stretched your bones, remaining on the last step of the stair. “Cisco!”

“Hey!” Cisco greeted cheerfully. “Slept well?”

“Yup, I did.” You answered, lying through your teeth.

“Wait,” Cisco raised his eyebrows with a little smirk on his face as he spoke, eyes focusing on a lower level than where his eyes should be. “isn’t that Barry’s shirt?”

“Huh?” You pretended not to understand what he was saying, but you saw Barry face-palming himself with his eyes opened wide.

“Alright!” Iris excitedly exclaimed, she was fangirling over you and Barry. “Tell us the truth!”

“Fuck!” Barry cursed under his breathe.

“Since when?” Cisco curiously asked, smiling widely for the information he’s just known.

“Months ago.” You honestly said as you walked towards the couch, sitting where Barry was.

“OMG!” Iris shouted for her happiness. “No one knew it?”

“No one.” Barry said as he fidgeted with your fingers.

“Except me.” You both looked at the direction where the voice came from and you saw Joe standing in front of the doorstep.

“How?!” You and Barry both said in unison, curiosity filling your brains.

“I’m a detective, guys.” He smirked as he entered the house.

“Oops.” You both said as you harshly bit your lower lips. Cisco and Iris laughed and cheered because, finally, they knew that you and Barry are now together. 

You were caught even though you weren’t ready, but, at least, your friends were ecstatic and delighted for you and Barry and that’s all that matters.


BTS Reacts - Your Smarts, Multilingualism & Overthinking

Park Jimin: This boy is no stranger to your soliloquies. Park Jimin has always been in awe that he had managed to snag a smart individual like yourself; he appreciates you on a daily basis. In order to keep up with you, he would act as your peace of mind in times of despondence. If you wouldn’t willingly let him hear your anxious thoughts, he would take the initiative to ease your mind. Time after time, he grew less and less worried about your overthinking; he knew someone as capable as you could manage - but he’s less worried, mostly because he knows that he can get your undivided attention easily if he wanted it. He would not let his partner suffer in silence whenever he’s around. He takes your hands in his, prompting you to focus on him, and only him.

“You’re doing it again, honey. Do you want to talk about it - in Korean, preferably?”

Kim Taehyung: Taehyung constantly boasts about you to his family and friends about you being extremely sharp-witted and multilingual, but he is most unsure of himself, when words incomprehensible to him are heard from your lips. When your mind starts to overwork itself, he’s not necessarily intimidated by you, but more so afraid to approach you. He’s not sure what he can say to relax you - he wants to be able to comfort you with his cheery self, but at the same time, he doesn’t want to trigger a bad reaction from you, especially since he’s not sure what’s going on in your head. He’d still try to keep his distance, but he’d occasionally make sure you were feeling alright, and would still try to entice you away from overthinking, with his irresistibly cute questions.

“Jagiya… are you okay? Is it safe to hold your hand? I mean, if it helps you take your mind off whatever you’re worrying about.”

Min Yoongi: Yoongi doesn’t concern himself too much about your overly pensive aura; he knows it’s something you go through occasionally. He’s confident you’re adept enough to be able to sort yourself out, despite his slight worry whenever he sees you sit wordlessly with a serious, focused look on your face. It’s your thought process that draws him in the most. When you’re speaking aloud to yourself, he’d listen to your words, even when they’re of a different dialect; curious as to how exactly someone as intelligent as you operates. He’d personally be very proud to have someone so insightful as a partner, especially since being able to converse with someone like you helps make sense of the emotions and troubles he deals with once in awhile. He often asks you this same question repeatedly:

“Are you sure you’re with the right guy? Your perception is on a completely different level than mine.”

Jung Hoseok: Hoseok is always praising you for your keen intellect.  He’s convinced he’s hit the jackpot - someone with both beauty and brains. He might not comprehend some of the things that you’re talking about, but he makes the extra effort to read up about it, so that you have someone to discuss it with. He often worries that he’s not smart enough for you - you’re so brainy; he feels that the degree of your wits is out of his league, even though he’s very well-read himself. Nevertheless, he tries his best to match your know-how. When he finds you buried in thoughts that unsettled you, he distracts you with his own brand of humour - he can’t stand to see his sweetheart so troubled. Hoseok picks up one of your books nearby, eyes scanning the wall of text before him:

“Anaes… aneesthis… anithse… jagi, what even is this word?!”
( It’s ‘anaesthesiology’, Hobi. )
“Aish, your English reading level is too difficult for me!”

Jeon Jungkook: ‘Should I be doing this? Or maybe I could attempt it this way instead?’ - you mutter to yourself in another language. He really admires you for learning all the languages that you know. You’re actually the reason why he wants to take learning English seriously, and possibly even more than that. Jungkook tries not to see this as a competition, but it’s hard for a young maknae like him - he just wants to keep up with you and be able to understand you completely, so that he always feels like he’s involved, so he can help you in the times of dire distress. Jungkook’s curious nature and your complex thinking makes the two of you go hand in hand. When you speak in another tongue, he’s always asking one specific member for help:

“Namjoon-hyung, do you know what _____________ is saying? They look kind of stressed.”

Kim Seokjin: The eldest member of Bangtan would stare at you adoringly, all doe-eyed as you drone on to yourself about something you’re working on. He’d persistently pinch himself, just to make sure he isn’t dreaming: he can’t believe he’s fated to be with someone so clever and bright, brimming with motivation. It makes him beam with delight, seeing you so absorbed in your daily musings; your line of thought and philosophies on life itself simply converts him into being your number one fan. Although he likes to remain quiet in order to keep watching you go about your usual, engrossed actions, he can sense whenever that steadfastness was starting to take a toll on your mind, stressing you out. He’d casually pick up a movie he knows you’d like, asking you:

“Jagi, you’ve been talking in several languages for the past five minutes - I think that means it’s time to take a break, and watch something fun with your boyfriend.”

Kim Namjoon: It’s not too difficult for Namjoon to be on par with your intellect, after all, he’s quite discerning. When he needs someone to mull over the meaning of life with, you’re the person he always goes to first - your inexhaustible knowledge makes him all the more attracted to you. You’re always keeping him on his toes as you slip into different forms of speech, and he always has his phone at the ready to decipher whatever you’re saying. Seeing you close to the peak of your mentalities inspires him to be a better version of himself - and that’s evidently translated into the music he produces. He’s hung around you long enough to know you’re probably fretting over something small, so before he goes to sleep, he texts you in another language, surprising you:

“Don’t sweat the small things, babe. You’re too awesome to second guess yourself.”


This was a bit tough to write, but I hope you liked this react, anon! <3

Frost (Chapter Eighteen)

So this chapter slays me, because Tony is 100% ridiculous and Thor is 100% jealous. And there are sweet moments between Thor and Loki. And then you know… stormy type things.
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“What is our love doing?” Thor sounded amused as he watched Tony make his way through the dining hall, spending a little time at each table, chatting with the visiting royalty, or what was left anyway, after Thor had dismissed the families involved in that incident with the garden.

The end of season tournament was to be held in just a few days, and the energy and excitement in the room was palpable, young warriors anxious to show off in front of their peers, in front of their parents, in front of the women who flocked to the tournament to stare and giggle and give their favors. Several marriage matches would be made based on the outcome of the competitions, children born in the spring from the less official matches made after the tournament as well.

It was also a time for the royal families to mend fences, to re-establish allies and re define boundaries. Though all were from a realm that was decidedly not human, not all were gods and even fewer were immortal, and needed to ensure their cities and peoples were safe for when they passed on.

Tournament time was a jovial time, but also a tense one, and not all the outcomes were good.

This time, however, Tony was charming and smiling and teasing and laughing with every person he came across, and it was all smiles across the room, and Loki could hardly believe it.

“Honestly.” Thor said again. “What is he doing?”

“I believe our love, darling endearing creature that he is, is managing to charm his way through even the most ornery of our guests. Even Sagara is smiling.” Loki narrowed his eyes. “A lot. Thor are you seeing this? Sagara seems quite intent on touching our mate and–”

“I see it.” Thor nearly snarled and stood from his chair at the high table, heading into the crowded dining room to where Tony was leaning over a table and grinning down at the visiting ruler.

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You, little human Part. I – Derek Hale x Reader

Summary: Focused on season 3A of Teen Wolf. I’ll play with the way the pack discovers who Darach is. In this imagine, the Reader is twin sister of Stiles Stilinski, belongs to the same social circle that he, except for the detail that she knows nothing of the supernatural creatures, mainly to protect her. The Reader has a crush on Derek Hale.

Words: 2721

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Reader’s point of view

Your name: submit What is this?

The dream scheme had not changed after two and a half weeks of living it. Luckily, every night was more aware that it was that, just a dream. It consisted of the same, a pair of red eyes gleamed among the trees; I was surrounded in the dark, always in my pajamas, my hair matted and barefoot. Lovely! I remember looking everywhere, looking for a way out, but everything was black, the full moon barely could light the path. And as always, I started running blind, if I hit trees, if I cut or something, I just didn’t feel it, because it was illogical to run without seeing and not hit anything, but, what was logical in a dream? This was finished when i finally stumbled over something and the two red balls became bigger. In the distance, the howling of an agonizing wolf was heard.

I woke up to the creak of the door opening. It still took me a few seconds to recover from the bad dream, always causing insomnia and a good headache at school. But, the door? Why would Dad leave at two in the morning? That was happening countless times, only if there was a real emergency in the police station, beyond the murders that were happening lately, nothing else happened, although that seemed enough to make the men with whom i lived unbearable. They seemed to be punished, from high school to home, Stiles took care of bringing me and then he left, so this time, I knew immediately who was entering.

“How long does it take you to get there? Are you dating someone? … Oh, wait, you finally stopped being a virgin.” I exclaimed in a mocking tone.

Stiles closed the door and snorted.

“As if you were not, sister.” He hit back, I just shrugged.

“It’s different.” I finished down the stairs and joined him in the kitchen. “So, are you going to tell me that mysterious mystery that you bring?” I was excited to know something more; the town was beginning to bore me.

“There is no mysterious mystery”

“Then why come so late? Does Dad know? Come on, Stiles, I’m practically locked up at home because of you, I haven’t even gone shopping with Lydia, or seeing …”

I shut up, but I blushed. Stiles stopped paying attention to the contents of the refrigerator and gave me an accusing look. Of course my love interest was a secret to my friends, no one could know, not even Dad. My brother and his best friend barely got away with it.

"See who, Y/N? So you also have a mysterious mystery. "He pointed a finger at me.

"AHA! So you admit that there is a mystery ” Stiles came back to ignore me “Fine! Don’t tell me, I’ll find out”

I turned around and went back to my room. Something was going to happen to me.

The disadvantage of having a twin brother right when I needed to find answers, is that we were in the same group, always sitting next to Scott, whom I planned to corner somehow to tell me that it was cooking, but is that Stiles, as If I knew my intentions, it would not go away. After I finished pointing out what was on the blackboard, I glanced at Lydia, and of course she had already finished and kept drawing something, too distracted to notice the heaviness in my eyes. I gave up on her and went for Allison, she wasn’t over yet, and she was too far away to capture her attention. I snorted and leaned back against the chair. Professor Blake kept checking previous papers. Carefully I took my phone and decided to take the risk by sending a message to Scott. Do you know what my brother is bringing? Of course I didn’t trust much, the loyalty between them was unbreakable. Scott McCall looked over his shoulder and shook his head. Liar.

At the end of the class, everyone left the classroom, I was the last, simply because I wanted to follow the others, see who I can catch, maybe Isaac, I could take double from him, although, now that he lives with Scott, Hesitated This locked cat would drive me crazy. When I left the room I lost sight of so many people, I sighed and leaned against the wall waiting for the answers to be projected in the lockers opposite. Maybe I should try with Lydia.

Ready to look for her, I looked up, finding that, in the opposite direction of the walk of my companions, Derek Hale was approaching. My stomach responded by squeezing and I found myself adjusting and putting my hair in vain. When he saw me, he smiled. Almost never did, but we had a good relationship, of friendship, of course. I couldn’t see it as a target for the unknowns that hovered in the air, since it was not so close to my friends.

"Derek” Why am I smiling like a fool?

“Y/N” He nodded in front of me, though I noticed that his gaze was over my shoulder than in my eyes, I tried not to get discouraged.

“What are you doing here?”

I wasn’t going to lie, in my fantasies, I always imagined Derek appearing in high school offering me a hope of escape for a few hours. However, he seemed too absorbed to make it come true. I tried not to feel bad about the fact that he felt he wanted to get rid of me easily.

“I came to … visit a friend”

I struggled because my smile didn’t go away. He fixed his eyes above me again. I turned to the point of his gaze to meet Miss Blake, who also looked at my opponent.

“Derek” Her tone and joy sounded very adolescent. I began to feel nauseated. “Oh, do you know her?” She kept her smile. I had never felt aversion to Jennifer Blake until now.

“Yes” I tried not to sound so rude “I think I … I don’t feel well”

I looked at Derek, his eyes on mine, and for a moment concern crossed his face. Well, at least I lived with the comfort that he cared about me.

“You want me to take you with the nurse, Y/N?” Blake took me by the shoulders.

“Do you need anything?” I wasn’t delighted with Derek’s words.

“No, I’ll be fine … I just … I think I’ll look for Stiles”

I slipped away quickly, didn’t want to look back, the nausea would increase. My eyes began to itch. Derek Hale was dating someone, I wasn’t stupid, it was immediately noticeable, especially the teenage attitude of Jennifer Blake as she looked at him. For God’s sake, I think I’m really going to vomit.

“Feeling good, Y/N?”

I didn’t realize that I ended up against the lockers hugging my book against my chest. Lydia came up to me.

“You’re very pale.” She touched my forehead but I pulled away.

“I’m fine.” I trusted Lydia, maybe she was the only one who suspected my feelings, the others were busier in their mysteries to pay attention to me, not that I needed it. “You know … if Derek is dating … Miss Blake?” My friend’s gesture was strange.

“Ew.” She chuckled. No, she didn’t know.

“I’d better go home,” I announced as I sat up. The last thing I wanted was to meet again with that couple.

“I’ll take you, I just finished my classes”

I wasn’t surprised by Lydia’s intellect. I accepted, especially since I didn‘t feel good for walking back.

“You got to be kidding!”

I walked through my room while reading my brother’s text message, used to talk to myself when he did this kind of things to me. That is, to go to school? Right now? However, it was too tempting what I would receive in exchange for going there, would tell me the secret that is in hand, I would finally add some excitement to my life in Beacon Hills, even if it was something silly, if it is something Slightly different, I’m in! I slipped on my shoes and practically ran out, taking my jacket in step. No one was at home, so I would save the explanations. I was practically violating the rules, but in the first place Stiles incited me to do so, and secondly, I wasn’t a hostage, if they wanted to keep me, dad had to keep me behind bars.

Running was a challenge, but I didn’t give up my step, the sooner I arrived, the faster I would know that mystery. Too curious. I remembered that I had to talk very seriously to the sheriff about having a car of my own; that Stiles kept my mom’s Jeep was doing me something unfair. It was that or I could always bribe them with getting a motorcycle, I’d seen Aiden and Ethan’s, too beautiful to get my attention. I wondered what it would feel like to ride in one of them. Yes, it would be the perfect excuse to worry my father and have a car insured. Soon.

The school was deserted, I was surprised not to see the Jeep anywhere, but knowing my twin, He had possibly hidden it so as not to be discovered. I was committing another offense, in addition to having left home unannounced, being in school outside of reasonable hours was strictly prohibited, but not so much, considering that they left the doors uninsured. I went in through the main; the corridors were dark and cold.

“Stiles?” I called aloud. I swore that if this was a joke to scare me off, tonight would suffocate him against the pillow while he sleeps.

I took shelter and started walking, it wasn’t normal this type of cold, unless someone left the ventilation open. Nothing was heard, not a breath, not even the movement of an object.

“Stiles?” I tried again, but no answer. “Okay, if this is a cruel joke, I swear you’re going to wake up breathing under your pillow!”

My inside began to fear, but another part of me ignited the adrenaline and I kept walking, the school was terrifying but it managed to be more when there was not a soul wandering the halls, only mine, apparently. I looked out at one of the classrooms that had the door open; the low lighting allowed me to see that there was nobody. I decided that it was better to leave and torture my brother as soon as he appeared in the house, in my mind I imagined him tied to a chair, torture, i had to think about it. Then my phone rang, the screen lit the name of my twin.

“Finally!”

“Where are you, Y/N?” I concentrated on hearing his voice echo, but nothing. I shuddered.

“What do you mean, where am I? At school, right where you asked me to come.” I looked around.

“I didn’t ask you for anything”

“Stop, you sent me a message that I came here and you would reveal your mystery to me”

In his line, i heard the Jeep door slam shut.

“I just got my phone back; I haven’t had it for two hours.” I felt a chill on my back. “Okay, okay, calm down.”  I heard him get on the jeep and start, “Stay there, I’ll pick you up … no … Better run … no, don’t move …”

"Stiles!” His anxiety began to spread.

“Run!”

And as a sign I obeyed, however, a force pulled me from behind and threw me into the classroom I had previously reviewed. My phone fell a few feet away, I heard Stiles call me but when I wanted to reach him, a shoe crushed it. I stepped back from inertia and when I looked up, I discovered Miss Blake staring at me from above.

“Miss Blake?” She didn’t keep the day-to-day look she gave us, and the smile was different, evil, mocking. I began to fear her.

“Curiosity killed the cat, isn’t it, Y/N?” She walked up to lock the door and turned slowly to me. I stood up.

“Why I‘m here?”

“Little innocent” She laughed “You were too predictable with your feelings for Derek. Even he realized”

I swallowed and blushed, he notice?

"Am I here for Derek?” I never imagined getting stuck in a fight for a boy. It was kind of nasty and vulgar. I didn’t plan to start this, or to follow her game.

Miss Blake shrugged.

“In part.” She pursed her lips before displaying her teeth. “You’re their sweet, vulnerable human, you’ll lure the whole pack, especially Scott McCall.”

“Pack?” What the hell was this woman talking about?

“Oh, you don’t have the role of the ignorant, beautiful.” In seconds she held me tightly and threw me against the desks. I let out a gasp as i hugged my ribs with my arm, she seemed to know exactly where to throw me, “Your brother is a simple human, like you, but he belongs to Scott’s pack”

“What … are you … talking?” I said between groans.

“Don’t you know?” It seemed that she really believed me “Your dear brother is surrounded by werewolves and a lunatic banshee”

I leaned against a desk to slowly stand up. What was she trying to play with? Did she do this out of jealousy?

“I don’t know…”

I stopped when I saw her approaching, my hands flew to a chair, as soon as I got close, I used all the strength I allowed myself to hit her. Jennifer stepped back, i  didn’t waste time and ran out of the room. I felt a bit dazed by the blow and the corridors were moving in circles, it was the worst time for me to start getting dizzy. The brute force of that woman threw me against the lockers, I stood again, I was only a human as she said but I wasn’t going to fall into fragility. I didn’t go very far when she pushed me again. I sat on the floor, I couldn’t continue to think that the dizziness was more pronounced and I began to see blur.

Then a roar, no, several echoed in the hallway, I put my hands to my ears and blinked several times, I needed to recover my vision to see what the hell was going on. At last I succeeded, a few meters from me, two men turned their backs on me and faced Jennifer, crouched, roared again, this time not so strong and they went on top of her. I tried to get to my feet but a piercing pain pierced my body, which I sank back to the floor with a groan.

“I’m here.” I recognized Stiles’s voice at my side.

Looking back at the area of ​​attack, I saw one of them fly away landing at my feet, Isaac? With a transformed face. I complained again, he ignored us and returned to where the fight was unfolding. Scott? Was he the other boy? Was it Scott? I didn’t want to ask. Stiles made sure I could get up, but another sharp pang hit me.

“It hurts a lot.” I closed my eyes tightly.

“Let me help her.” I heard his voice. I wanted to see it, and the first thing I caught was his transformed face, just like Isaac’s, and glittering blue eyes stuck in mine.

Derek.

I recoiled against my pain, sticking my back against the lockers.

“It’s okay; Y/N” I was encouraged by my brother “Takehis hand”

I obeyed, concentrating on Derek’s arm, where black veins began to set, slowly the pain began to fade, the reminder was still in my body, but it was bearable. I sighed in relief.

“She escaped,” Scott announced. He and Isaac approached. Before my eyes, their faces returned to normal. And Derek’s too.

I held a cry. What was happening? Was this all real or was i already hallucinating?

“Scott, you and Isaac looking for her trail. Stiles and I took care of Y / N”

I was able to take the opportunity to speak, to demand explanations, but my head didn’t give more and my conscience much less.

Make A Wish (3/4)

Stuck in the Enchanted Forest after her wish was granted, Emma seeks out Killian. She doesn’t expect what she finds.

Endless thanks to @caprelloidea for reading over this for me.

Rating: M

Word count: 5002

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Killian’s fingers never leave Emma’s skin. It’s as though he can’t decide where he wants to touch her, first brushing her hair from her forehead before his knuckles caress her cheek, drifting down over her collarbone before sliding under the covers to lightly trace nonsense patterns across her bare back.

It’s one of Emma’s favorite things about him, how he becomes so soft in intimate moments like these. Even before he remembered her it was the same, the way he let her hold his hand, the way he kissed her back when she took a chance and pulled him to her. She closes her eyes and rests her cheek to his chest, falling into the feeling, the only sounds his steady heartbeat under her ear and the faint crackling of the fire.

She touches him too, her thumb painting circles over his chest before sliding her hand over his shoulder and down his arm. He sighs when she wraps her fingers around his blunted wrist and she loves that about him too, that he’s vulnerable enough to let her do this. Someday she’ll work up the courage to ask if anyone had touched his bare wrist before her. She suspects not, but it’s such a delicate thing, the way he feels about it. Sometimes it’s all bravado but in others she can see the insecurity there, all the subtle little looks and playful self-deprecating comments he thinks she doesn’t notice. In the meantime she settles for grabbing his hook whenever she can, for holding his wrist like it’s nothing because it truly is for her, for making him forget and telling him she loves him.

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Gone Fishing - F!Reader x Noctis

Here we have it, guys. After two weeks, many hours, and over 6,000 words we have a sexy angsty tearful delight. Get ready to cry some horny tears and then some regular sad tears. Just to throw out a warning, this is SUPER NSFW and also REALLY SAD. At least to me, ok. I’m sensitive and this was hard to churn out wtf was I thinking. But, in all seriousness, some pretty heavy discussions involving death take place, and there is an ash scattering. So. If that kind of stuff triggers you, this may be something you want to avoid. IF YOU’RE NOT SCARED AWAY YET, THEN PLEASE DO FOLLOW ME. I have tissues ready. Tagging some loves that may enjoy (at least the nsfw part lmao) @themissimmortal @the-lucian-archives @insomniascure @angel-dream @cupnoodle-queen


A fraught silence overtakes you as your eyes follow the headlights to Talcott’s truck. Your mind suffers disquiet. Though the eternal night’s air is cool, you find your palms to be dampening at the sight of the truck growing nearer. Prompto is pacing—a straight line, back and forth, over and over—beside you until the familiar honk of Talcott’s horn shakes everyone from their thoughts. Prompto scrambles to push the chain-link fence open and you shield your eyes from the light as the truck sputters to a halt in front of you.

Your arm falls back to your side as the headlights flicker off and car doors swing open. Talcott beams at you, looking absolutely ecstatic. A meek smile plays on your lips and you acknowledge him with a nod before your gaze shifts to Noctis, who hops out of the truck with a bounce in his step. He’s dirty and unkempt, but he’s alive and right in front of you and your calm exterior betrays the feverish beat of your heart.

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