seriously when i realized that at that part of the game i was like what wait

NHL!Bitty, Part IX - ‘Loose Lips Sink Ships’

(Alright, you guys voted for #2, so enjoy!)

Eric gets hit on in a hotel bar during All-Star weekend. For the first time in a long time, it’s not because he’s a famous hockey player.

It would be very flattering, except the man trying to seduce him works for Jack’s PR firm, and bro is playing fast and loose with some seriously confidential information. 

NHL!Bitty Masterpost!


It’s been a long, exhausting day. Between the flight, check-in, the press junket, the photo ops, all Eric wants is to get a little bit drunk with the guys, grab some dinner, and fool around in Jack’s hotel room. Hopefully in that order, but he’s open to fooling around whenever.

He must have a dopey smile on his face thinking about the debauchery he’s been looking forward to all week when he realizes someone is watching him from across the bar. 

Tall, nice hair, professional, and he’s looking at Eric, no, at the empty chair next to him. And he’s walking over. 

“Is this seat taken?”

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Golden Boy

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 2165

Warnings: Smut - NSFW

Summary: After playfully sending suggestive pictures to Chris right before he presents at the Oscars you realize that you are in for the night of your life.

Author’s Notes: This wasn’t planned. I had no idea Chris was going to wear a velvet bowtie to the Oscars. I’m basically CEvans Trash. I literally just wrote this – instead of watching the freaking Oscars – so if there are any ridiculous grammar errors – please forgive me… I am tired and hormonal. This is probably trash, ha!

I tagged those of you that liked my initial post asking about this (along with some others). Soo yeah…..

Originally posted by sensualkisses

You hummed to yourself absentmindedly as you applied the rest of your makeup. Chris had promised his mom that he would take her to the Oscars this year, and you had agreed that it was a good idea. After the show was over you were to meet up with him to go to the after parties – which, let’s face it, were always the best part of the night. As you rapped your knuckles lightly on the bathroom countertop your phone dinged – alerting you to an incoming message. You reached for it as you finished putting on your lipstick. Of course it was from Chris.

“Miss you beautiful. Can’t wait to show you off to everyone.” You couldn’t help but smile at this. Of course he would send you something sweet. He had panicked that you would be upset about not going with him to the show, but you had assured him over and over that it was fine.

You had watched him get ready earlier that afternoon – the sight of him in his fitted suit and velvet tie had left your panties soaked. While you had secretly hoped for a quickie before he left for the show you had reasoned with yourself that there wasn’t time. Even the thought of the way he looked caused the tingling between your legs to start again. You checked the time on your cellphone before smiling. If the show was running on time Chris would be presenting within the next five minutes – you turned towards the television playing in the hotel bedroom for confirmation that the scheduling had not gone askew. It hadn’t and you couldn’t help but think how perfect the timing was. You were still only wearing your lingerie – not willing to wear your beautiful dress in fear of getting makeup on it. You positioned your hand over your panties, suggestively touching yourself, and formed a pout before snapping a picture.

“Wishing you could give me a hand.” You texted as you sent the picture. You could tell by your notifications that he had immediately seen it and you couldn’t help but smirk to yourself as you sat your phone down and finished getting ready.


“Jesus Christ,” Chris muttered to himself as he opened your text.

“Everything okay?” Someone beside him asked.

“Oh yeah… yeah,” he nervously blundered as he secured his phone safely back into his pocket. He was due to go on national television any minute, and was now also secretly praying that he could quell his body’s response to your text long enough to present. He chuckled nervously to himself. He knew you had done it on purpose. He had told you when his presentation was, and who it was after so you wouldn’t miss it. “I swear to god, Y/N. You’re going to be the death of me,” he mumbled to himself as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Mr. Evans are you sure you’re okay?” A stagehand asked nervously.

“Never been better!” He announced a little too enthusiastically. Causing his co-presenter to jump beside me.

“Great… you are on in five….four…”

That was fine – he thought to himself – two could certainly play this game and payback was going to be a bitch.


You were nervous. After your text you had never received a response from Chris, but you were sure that he had saw it. Initially you had laughed during his presentation. He seemed maybe just a little flustered – most people wouldn’t have noticed, but most people hadn’t taken him to bed before either. As you exited the limousine you looked around nervously – nearly jumping out of your skin when a warm arm wrapped itself around your waist.

“Hey Babe,” he whispered into your ear – giving you a quick peck on the cheek. You looked up at him and he graced you with one his dazzling smiles. It was only when you really looked into his eyes that you realized he had definitely seen the picture, had certainly reacted to it, and the game was totally on. You swallowed hard – trying to bottle up your excitement as he smirked at you while you walked towards the entrance of the venue. “Just for the record,” he whispered – his beard tickling your ear – “I had to masturbate in the bathroom during the Academy Awards, because of you.” He gave your ass a quick slap which caused you to straighten up in surprise. You couldn’t help but smirk back at him – this was certainly going to be a night to remember.


“Sebby!” Chris shouted as he waived Sebastian over to your table. Sebastian said his hellos before taking a seat between Jeremy and Chris.

“What was up with you tonight?” Sebastian asked with a smirk. His eyes seemed to twinkle with humor as he offered you a wink.

“What do you mean?” Chris asked as he tried his hardest to keep a straight face – failing miserably.

“You seemed a little flustered is all,” Sebastian shrugged as he laughed. “Can’t imagine what would cause Chris to lose his cool,” he added to which Jeremy chuckled.

“I was a little distracted by something,” Chris added seriously as he turned his gaze to you. You knew the more his friends joked the more you were going to pay once you were alone with him.

You smiled shyly as you brought a glass of wine to your lips. “I guess you need to work on that babe,” you shrugged before turning your attention back to your conversation with Jeremy’s wife.


The following hours seemed uneventful – at least where Chris’s revenge was concerned. You gushed over celebrities like Emma Stone, as he politely introduced you – never taking his eyes off of you as you interacted with his friends. Everyone continued to drink – the alcohol seemed endless. Each time a bottle was finished at least two more arrived to replace it.

“Everyone should be dancing!” Sebastian declared as he rose from his chair.

“Oh come on man,” Chris muttered as he shook his head. His face was tinged pink from the amount of alcohol he had consumed. “I don’t know if I can even stand right now,” he laughed.

“Y/N?” Sebastian asked as he offered you his hand. You took it willingly looking over his shoulder to see Chris’s reaction. He was watching you like a hawk – good.

You left the table with Sebastian hand-in-hand. Out of all of Chris’s friends you liked Sebastian the best – probably because you had known him before you had ever met Chris. “You are going to have hell to pay,” Seb laughed as you danced against him.

“A girl can only hope,” you laughed as you smirked in Chris’s direction. He was already rising from his chair – his eyes trained only on you and his best friend.

“That didn’t take long,” Sebastian laughed as Chis meandered his way through the crowd. As he neared Sebastian shouted, “She’s all yours,” before laughing and walking back to the table where everyone else had stayed.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” Chris muttered into your ear as he pulled you roughly into him. He placed his hands on your hips –guiding them to grind into him as you felt his growing erection. “You kill me,” he muttered breathlessly against your neck. You could feel the wetness between your legs grow as he continued to harden against your contact. The feeling caused you to let out a soft moan. “Oh do you like that,” he whispered seductively into your ear.

“Yes,” you responded breathlessly. “Chris, I…” but he cut you off.

“Follow me,” he demanded as he took your hand, guiding you towards one of the many private bathrooms. Being a celebrity had its perks – at least you had a room to yourself.


You sighed as Chris looked the bathroom door behind him. You were ready. Ready for him to ravage every part of your body.

“Not so fast,” he chuckled as he pushed you gently onto the couch – you never quite understood the need for couches in bathrooms, but for once you were glad to have one. You pouted quietly as Steve took you in. “Now listen here baby girl – you’ve been torturing me all night. Sending me that naughty picture of you and grinding yourself up against my best friend. Now it’s my turn,” he muttered softly as he slowly removed his tie. “Give me your hands,” he commanded. You obeyed giving him your hands. He took them in his hands and tied the velvet material around them securely. He spun you on the couch – making you lay on it fully before raising your hands above your head. “These better not move, do you understand me?” He asked. You nodded as you whimpered your assent. You would do whatever he said if he would help the aching feeling between your legs.

He smirked as he worked your dress up to your waist – admiring a portion of the lingerie he had seen earlier in the picture. He slowly planted kisses up your leg causing you to squirm uncontrollably. More than anything you wanted to twist your fingers through his hair and you soon found your hands moving from their position. “What did I say?” he asked calmly as you placed your hands back above your head. “Good girl,” he hummed – kissing your wet core through your panties. “I think we can get rid of these,” he murmured against your skin as he worked your panties off. He gently circled his thumb around your sensitive clit causing you to buck your hips. “Mmm, my naughty girl. You’re so wet,” he remarked as he slid a finger inside of you causing you to moan out his name. “That’s right baby, you’re mine,” he said fiercely as he added another finger – pumping them in and out of you as you squirmed with pleasure. You could feel your walls tightening at his touch and your moans became louder. You didn’t care who heard you. “Not yet baby,” he whispered as he removed his fingers.

“What?” Your head snapped forward at this. He couldn’t just get you close and then stop. “Chris,” you whined as you tried to sit up. He pushed you back gently with a smile before moving his face between your legs. He smirked up at you before burying his face into you. As he lapped at your wetness you moaned his name louder causing him to suck on your sensitive clit. As you bucked your hips he slid a finger into you. His mouth and fingers were too much – causing you to cum all over his face. He lapped away your orgasm – causing more moans to fall from your mouth – before he broke away with a smirk. His beard was glistening with the remnants of your pleasure which immediately made you ready for round two.

“Stand up,” he demanded as he stood and offered you his hand. You placed your bound ones in his and he helped you to your feet. “I want you to bend over the sink,” he explained as he motioned over to the sink. You did as he commanded – your bound wrists stinging softly as the velvet bit into your soft flesh. You watched in the mirror as he removed himself from his pants – stroking himself a few times before approaching you from behind. He lifted your dress to your waist again before nudging your legs apart with his own. As he slid into you fully you groaned. He began to thrust into you as he held on to your hips tightly. “God – you are so tight,” he exclaimed as his thrusts began to become more disjointed. You groaned as your body reacted to his thrusts – you could feel your walls tightening again with the promise of a glorious orgasm. When he began palming your sensitive clit you came undone around him – your orgasm spurring his own. He stiffened as he filled you with himself. He sighed softly into your hair as he kissed the back of your neck affectionately before removing himself.

“So that’s what happens when I send you nudes when you’re at the Oscars?” you asked with a laugh as you sat shakily on the couch.

“I guess so,” he chuckled as he plopped down beside you – wrapping his arm around you and bringing your head to his shoulder.

“Well I guess I should do that more often,” you shrugged as you both laughed.

“Oh hell,” Chris sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“What is it?” you asked alarmed.

“Seb and I had a bet on who would have sex at an Oscars’ after party years ago. I never thought it would be me so I’ve given him hell for years about it,” he grimaced.

“Well I guess it’s time to pay up,” you chuckled as you both rose from the couch.

“It was worth every last fucking penny,” Chris responded as he pulled you into him – planting a soft kiss on your lips.


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Imagine: Dirty talk with Sam.

Sam x Reader

Warning: Smut, Masturbation, Dirty Talk

Hand to the short curly haired man upstairs, this hadn’t been planned. It started with a bit of fun, a small prank. Although now, at this new point in time, you couldn’t remember what possessed you to think of this, you had changed your name in Sam’s phone. It was suppose to be a minor inconvenience. One you could laugh off later. Instead of “Y/n” your name read “Destiny”. The joke was a lot funnier at two in the morning as you were rushing to think of something while Sam was in the bathroom. You returned to you separate motel room next door before he was done.

That’s where the real fun started.

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a little like writing or loving

for nursey week, day 2: “surprise or simplicity.”


“If that pen explodes in your mouth,” Dex says from the bathroom doorway, “I am not gonna feel bad for you.”

Derek startles–and does drop the pen out of his mouth–and looks up. “What?”

Dex cocks a brow at him, flicking off the bathroom light and flopping down on the hotel bed next to Derek’s. “You’ve had two pens explode in your mouth from chewing on them like that,” he says. His red hair is wet, tousled from where he must’ve run his hands through it after his shower, and he rolls onto his stomach, propping himself on his elbows to look at Derek. “What’re you glaring at, anyway?”

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anonymous asked:

Could you do a Jeff Atkins imagine of being Clay's twin sister and a good player on the girls soccer team and like Monty and Bryce keep harassing you because you're good looking but you can't stand them because they're jerks and Jeff comes to you're rescue when they get aggressive because he considers Clay and you friends and most of all he likes you (and you obviously like him back)??

title: i am lying in wait

word count: 1143

note: it took me writing this fic to realize how much i actually love jeff atkins he’s a cinnamon roll can i just like……. save him……….


Most of the time, attention had never bothered you. In fact, you were used to having all eyes on you. Being one of the best players on the Liberty High girls’ soccer team had proven time and time again that having people notice you all the time just came with the skill. You could, however, discern which attention was unwanted.

High school boys, for the most part, were really fucking stupid. You’d come to this conclusion on your third day of freshman year when Bryce Walker and Justin Foley had come into school smelling of weed and obviously very high. You made a mental note to never get involved with a boy until you were out of high school and into the world of college; you changed your mind when your twin brother, Clay, introduced you to Jeff Atkins, a boy in your grade whom Clay had met in his World History class.

Three years of flirting with one another had led nowhere. It was obvious that you liked Jeff and he liked you back, but it never happened. You were too shy to say anything to him about it and he wasn’t sure if he could bring it up on his own, so there you were, stuck in an endless flirtationship.

Soccer practice was always during the same time basketball practice was, but the basketball players were always done and out before the soccer kids were. You were running defense drills when the boys showed up to sit in the bleachers that lined the field; Bryce and Montgomery were there, as usual, with those shit-eating grins ever ingrained on to their face.

“Looking good, [Name],” Bryce shouted after you.

“Hell yeah, babe! Those shorts are extra short today,” Monty added.

If your face hadn’t already been burning from the effort you were putting into today’s practice, you’d be flushed from embarrassment. Thankfully, your coach came to your rescue the first time, yelling at them to not distract her players. It kept them from making remarks for a while until she left to get some more soccer balls from the gym to practice passing.

As the remarks went on, they grew more and more aggressive. It was obvious these guys were creeps, they always had been, but it made you feel like shit when they objectified you like that. You had to focus extra hard on passing to your partner to block out the comments. Nevertheless, they persisted.

Jeff was just leaving the library, his backpack slung carelessly over his shoulder as he made his way to the soccer field. He always stayed for your practices so he could drive you home and talk with you. Tutoring with Clay was getting done just as the coach was clearing the field, telling the girls to rest up for the game that weekend. He could have sworn he’d be able to hear those sickening catcalls from two of the biggest jerks on campus from three miles away.

As the bleachers came into view, he could see you seated on the very edge of the bottom row, your head down and your eyes focused on switching into a more comfortable pair of shoes instead of your cleats. Bryce and Monty had moved to sit in the two seats above you, and it was clear you were as uncomfortable as could be. With no signs of the two stopping, Jeff approached.

“Come on, [Name], we just think you’re really sexy,” Bryce was throwing down endless nicknames that made you feel worse by the second.

“Hey, Jensen!” Jeff called, smiling brightly in your direction; he could clearly see how relieved you were when he showed up. He grew closer and you stood up, focusing your attention on him instead of the two assholes behind you in the bleachers. The baseball player wrapped a protective arm around your shoulder as he glared up at them. “These guys giving you trouble?”

“Just a little,” you said, shrinking against his side.

“Aw, come on, babe. We were just complimenting you,” Monty supplied, a sickening smirk on his face, one that mirrored the one on Bryce.

You wanted to fold in on yourself, melt into a puddle right there on the sidelines, do anything that would get you away from the two basketball players who made your life a living hell when they were around. What they said was gross, something that really shouldn’t ever be said, yet here they were, clearly making you uncomfortable.

“Listen, de la Cruz. She’s not your babe. I suggest you stop treating her like she’s some piece of meat you can have. She’s clearly uncomfortable with what you’re saying to her and it needs to stop. Learn how to treat a girl and maybe you’ll finally get one,” Jeff retorted quickly, his free hand clenching into a fist.

He didn’t even wait for them to respond; they looked dumbfounded. As they stared, Jeff grabbed your duffel bag, slung it over his other shoulder and coaxed you to his car, a sympathetic look on his face.

“Sorry if what I said back there seemed possessive or something like that,” he apologized as he tossed your bag in the back seat and opened the passenger door for you. “I just know that they’ve been harassing you for a while now and I was getting really mad about it.”

“Thanks. I didn’t have the courage to tell them to stop and even if I did, I don’t think they would have taken no for an answer.”

“It’s no problem.”

The car was silent as Jeff pulled out of the student parking lot. You turned to look at him and rested your hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently.

“Seriously. That was really nice of you to do for me.”

He didn’t turn to look at you, but you could see the smile that pulled at the corners of his lips as you spoke your second thanks. When your hand pulled away from his shoulder and you looked back to the road in front of you, his right hand reached overs to grab yours.

“It’s not right that he was calling you babe and all that. Those are reserved for, like, boyfriends.”

You raised an eyebrow and glanced at him out of the corner of your eye. “Really? Are you trying to tell me something, Jeff?”

The blush creeped adorably fast onto his cheeks and you giggled quietly, intertwining your fingers with his.

“Am I?”

“You know, if you wanna call me nicknames like that, I’m okay with it.”

The roses bloomed an even deeper shade of red, adorning his cheeks with an adorable flush that made him look heavenly in the golden sunshine.

“Alright.”

Silence.

“Hey.”

“Yeah?”

“You think if we go to Rosie’s right now, we could consider it a first date?”

“Gonna ask me out, Atkins?”

“Maybe.”

“Finally.”

Kat’s Fic Recs: Sterek (under 10k)

*Yes, yes the first three are over 10k but they’re worth it!

For @prettyinsoulpunk, hope this makes your week better! 💖💖💖

On The Bus by bibliosexxual (13,299)

“Yeah,” Erica says with exaggerated slowness, “I did like Kira, and now I like Boyd. I’m bi.”

“Bi?”

“Bisexual?” Erica prompts. “As in, not gay or straight?”

Stiles is pretty sure his entire mind explodes. “You can like guys and girls? That’s a thing?”

Erica looks at him like, What planet are you from? “Uh, yeah. As long as they’re hot, I don’t care what gender they are.” She pokes him in the side, and he jumps. He’s always been ticklish, and unfortunately Erica knows it. “What about you? You ever like guys, Stilinski?”

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In which Stiles and Derek ride the bus to school together, and there are bisexual awakenings.

You’ll Grow Into Your Skin by crossroadswrite (11,847)

“So funny story,” Stiles winces, “Remember when I joked you couldn’t get me pregnant?”

Derek nods his head. He remembers pretty much everything from that day.

“Right,” Stiles bobs his head, stops himself and does a little ta-da gesture towards Jacy, “Surprise?”

This is honestly so so cute and heartwarming. I don’t read much mpreg but this was so good and I recommend it 100%.

Word By Word by Cobrilee (11,843)

The first time Derek sees the words, he’s had a really shitty day. Laura was on his case again, all in the name of sisterly love, of course, and Cora was wielding her usual acerbic wit like a rapier. He’d gotten to the scene of a shooting too late and the victim had died before Derek could call for an ambulance. His Camaro had gotten a flat and while he was attempting to change the tire on the side of the road, someone drove by and sent a wave of muddy water arcing, drenching him, and he was cold, muddy, and miserable.

Then, as he was sliding into the front seat after toweling off as best as he could, he felt something prickling on his arm and glanced down. Shaky, thin lines began appearing, little by little, and he could do no more than stare as the infamous phrase formed on his arm.

Are you 18?

‘Til It Hurts or Bleeds or Fades by WeAreTheCyclones (10,731)

“For the peace and happiness of our friends, and that of Beacon Hills at large, can you please give us a warning if you two are ever headed for a nuclear fallout?”

Stiles scoffs. “What are you talking about?”

“The tension between you two rises with each passing year. For awhile there, it seemed to be turning into the sexy kind, but now it feels more like the murder kind.”

No Day But Today by fauvistfly (9,527)

“If you don’t change it successfully, you’ll be doomed to repeat it,” Deaton says, his face impassive despite the seriousness of his words.

“Repeat the day?” Stiles parrots, trying to wrap his head around what they’re attempting to do, the ridiculousness of his life and how it now involves time travel.

in which things in Beacon Hills are so bad that Deaton sends Stiles back in time to stop Kate from manipulating Derek and causing the death of the Hale family. The catch: Stiles only has 24 hours to change the course of the future, or he’ll be stuck repeating that same day until he gets it right. What will be enough to keep Derek away from Kate?

Where Others Fade Away by pr1nc3ssp34ch (9,054)

When the name Grzegorz tattoos itself across Derek’s wrist in neat, thin strokes, his mother pats him on the head in sympathy and Laura laughs so hard she has to go to her room, the sound echoing down the hall as she goes. When it stays there for six years and no such Grzegorz appears, Derek seriously considers moving to Poland.

Meanwhile, on Stiles’ eighteenth birthday when Derek crawls onto his skin, untidy and volatile, Lydia shrieks in sudden realization, and Jackson looks so entirely offended that even Danny can’t kiss him back to normal.

just the touch of a hand by scepticallyopenminded (8,591)

Things – as things often do in Stiles’ life – get a little crazy (a lot crazy) when, a couple of weeks before his seventeenth birthday, he wakes up to – not a wolf, but an amount of naked flesh, cuddled up to him where Dude fell asleep the night before. Stiles screams, a bit, flopping around and falling out of his bed, getting to his knees to see a naked – Derek Hale, sitting up on his bed, eyes wide. He seems to realize something a second later, because he glances down at himself and squeaks, pulling sheets up around him just as Stiles’ dad opens the door.

36 Questions by Leslie_Knope (8,071)

“So I’m doing my senior psych thesis on friendships,” Erica says, not-so-accidentally elbowing Derek in the ribs as she turns to face Stiles. “How they develop, how intimacy is fostered, stuff like that.”

“That’s cool,” Stiles says agreeably. “What’s our part?”

“Well, I can’t really tell you the point because that would influence the results. But it’s a set of 36 questions that you have to ask each other.”

“Just the two of us?” Derek chimes in, finally, and Stiles sighs.

“Okay, dude,” he says, making a face, “could you try not to look quite so offended? Like, my ego’s pretty strong, but come on, man.”

Of Glasses And Lacrosse Sticks by charlesdk (6,810)

“Okay, how 'bout this? One date, just one date, and if you still don’t believe I’m genuinely interested in you, then I’ll leave you alone for good. How does that sound?”

Derek hesitated for another moment, before he sighed and said, “Fine. One date.”

It’s Always Been You by charlesdk (6,085)

Stiles’ love life was practically non-existing, always had been. He was always terrible at picking up clues when people hit on him (it had happened, Erica had been witness to it and had been the one to let him know it was happening in the first place) because he never expected anyone to do so.

He wasn’t the most desirable guy around, he knew that. He was loud, extremely nerdy, never knew when to stop talking, not exactly much of a looker if you asked him, the list was endless.

Point was, he never did know when someone was flirting with him. Which was probably how he ended up in the fight that would change his life for the better.

One Year Down by haleofStilesheart (5,854)

Derek had never celebrated an anniversary before. At least, not an anniversary for a romantic relationship. But now that’s he’s been dating Stiles for a year, that’s about to change.

It’s Too Early For This by thepsychicclam (4,966)

Derek loves his job at the coffee shop, especially because Stiles comes in for coffee before early Saturday morning lacrosse practices. The problem is that Derek is too shy to do anything about his crush, and the situation is not helped by the rivalry between the basketball and lacrosse teams.

I Didn’t Know That I Was Starving (til I tasted you) by LadySlytherin (4,481)

Derek - who lives in New York with his older sister, Laura - is back in Beacon Hills, visiting his parents and younger sister for Christmas, when everything changes. Cora invites friends over while their parents are visiting other family, Derek drinks something he didn’t know he shouldn’t have, and things get a little out of control.

Misunderstandings abound, secrets are spilled, and in the end all it takes to find happiness is being brave enough to reach out with both hands and never let go.

Hello My Old Heart by eversall (3,944)

It begins like this – Stiles is hopelessly lost in the Beacon Hills Library, which has definitely undergone renovations in the last two years, and he’s wandering around trying his best to look like a helpless puppy or something and sure enough, a librarian in a navy blue cashmere sweater and thick-rimmed black glasses shows up, and that librarian happens to be Derek Hale.
Stiles’ heart skips a beat and he suddenly feels like he’s drowning in something unfamiliar, an ache beginning to build in his chest.
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The pack drifts back together, and Derek in sweaters kind of breaks Stiles a little. In a good way.

A Treatise On The Importance Of Not Ignoring Your Date by LadySlytherin (3,490)

A tumblr-post-based fic, wherein Stiles and Derek have a meet-cute at a baseball game. Involves a kiss-cam, Stiles’ date being an ass, and a hot stranger.

Basically, Peter doesn’t survive the fire so Laura and Derek never go back to Beacon Hills, Scott’s never bitten, Stiles doesn’t know about the supernatural, and he goes to NY for college. Go, Mets!

Thank God Your Heart Is Too Close by hoars (3,469)

There’s a boy, (“Fuck you, dude. I’m seventeen. Not fifteen.” Stiles laughs in his memory) waiting for him back home.

Soulmates tbh by bleep0bleep (1,423)

“It’s been five months,” Derek says darkly. “Why am I still getting these proposals? You know these are probably all fake marks.”

Five months since the paparazzi had snapped that photo of him with the overzealous fan tugging at his shirt, five months since millions of people on the Internet realized that the birthmark revealed was in fact, the mark, five months Derek was inundated by claims from people who desperately wanted him to believe that they were his soul-mate.

I’m trying to lighten up my blog a bit so here’s the old playground!au:

  • first, picture everyone as tiny children
    • Riko is that one kid who takes being “king of the castle” too seriously and he’s always hogging the slides and being a general butt
    • Kevin and Jean go to day care with him, so they’re kinda just going along with it
    • all of the Foxes are pretty fed up with Riko but what can they do?? they get caught trying to beat his swarmy ass into the the sand and they’re grounded
    • of course Riko ends up throwing a tantrum anyways and pushes Kevin and Jean off the play structure
    • the good news is that kids bounce
    • the bad news is that Jean ended up bumping his head and Kevin twisted his wrist and now everyone has to go home and get yelled at for playing too rough
    • the next day Kevin joins the Foxes
    • Jean, perhaps for the best, wanders away and gets invited into the sand pit with the Trojans, who are 500% more civilized and are currently in the process of burying Alvarez
    • meanwhile, the Foxes are determined to take down Riko
    • Dan draws all of them into a huddle and gives probably the most dramatic speech to ever grace the playground:
    • “win because you don’t know how to lose. this king’s ruled long enough - it’s time to tear his castle down.”
    • except, y’know, it’s this tiny kindergartner saying it, surrounded by other tiny kindergartners, and basically they just all climb onto the playground structure and ignore Riko’s yelling
    • the final standoff is between Kevin and Riko as Kevin dramatically shoves Riko down the slide and refuses to let him back up
    • and honestly, the Foxes aren’t impressed with Kevin’s pushiness either (Andrew least of all), but whatever, they’re going home in an hour, it doesn’t really matter

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Adrien's Game IV: The Revenge

**Disclaimer and links to other parts of this series are at the bottom of this post.  If you see a text in bold and linked, it leads to another of my ramblings.**


You know those post-2000s remakes that give you the TMI version of a character’s back story? Yeah…y’all can blame (or thank) @luciemiddleford for giving me ideas.


In Horrificator (Revised):

  • The kids are doing a movie for REASONS and
  • Mylène and Adrien are playing the leads
  • how did they get her to agree to this btw?
  • she had to have known it was a horror movie, right?
  • RIGHT?
  • predictably, she gets scared
  • not of how handsome her lead is (which is understandable)
  • …of this
  • hey I’m not gonna judge; some people have a fear of luchadores
  • also I can tell you from personal experience that wearing a burlap sack on your head is itchy and smelly
  • …which makes Mylène’s smelly wolf song much more relevant…
  • …ANYway, Chloe opens her damn mouth
  • You know you’ve gone too far when the Sunshine Child calls you out on your bitchiness
  • Mylène is OUT you guys
  • Who’s gonna take her part?
  • Adrien: *hopeful look at Marinette*

Will Adrien finally catch a break?  Find out after the cut…

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When We Collide (Part 5)

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: PG-All

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?

”No way! Seriously? They really kicked you out of college?”

You rolled your eyes and glared over at Nicole for being the gossip snitch, something she had been her whole life but you really had wished she would have kept this to yourself just for a while. It was, after all, pretty humiliating when you thought about it.

“You sound like you’re surprised, Joey.” You commented with a glimpse in the eye and lifted your beer up to your mouth, letting the taste explode your senses and cool down your pre-sweating forehead.

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Prank War

Pairing: Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader

Summary: The Winchester siblings start a little prank war and it escalates quickly

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: None, just some fluff

A/N: Special thanks to @nickiwinchester97 because she encourages me a lot and I love her. And to my dad who (unknowingly) inspired a lot of this :D

Originally posted by stayclassysupernatural

It all started out pretty harmless. Dean was annoyed by Sam who had complained about his unhealthy choice of food, and as soon as Sam went to the kitchen to get himself some water, you watched your eldest brother rip of a piece of carton from the pizza box and hide it under a pepperoni slice on Sam’s pizza.

It was hard for you to hold back your laughter when Sam came back and took a bite. He had somehow managed to bite through the carton and was now munching on it, completely unaware of what he was eating.

Dean watched him as well, and even though he was good at keeping his game face on you knew he was cracking up on the inside.

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Mr. Min - Chapter 02

Description:  Your CEO caught your attention the first day you started your new job and it seems the attraction is mutual.  Too bad he’s only interested in a relationship that benefits him.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Jungkook

Genre: Smut and Angst

Word Count: 9872

Warning: Dom!Yoongi, light breath play, cum play, punishment, demeaning names, inappropriate table manners

Prologue - Ch 01 - Ch 03 - Ch 04 - Ch 05 - Ch 06

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daddyzenpie  asked:

A HC where MC trip and falls onto some random guy, but RFA V Saeran misunderstood, thinking that the guy was trying to do something to MC?? (Imma slut for Jelly Gang)

Dedicated to @masshiro-shiro for her birthday!! (not sure if it’s the right day because timezones x.x) Remember when I asked you weeks ago when your birthday was? nyahaha!! 

I was looking through the requests and thought you’d like this one :3 Sorry, I know it’s not much, but I wanted to do something for a follower (and friend) who’s been so supportive all along >-<

Alsooo thanks Zenny’s lil masochist for the ask~ Have you been a good girl~? Don’t forget, you proposed to me, so you’re mine too! >:0 (But I’m sorry, I think I misread the ask a bit, aaaa)

–R.I.


RFA/Saeran Misunderstands and Gets Jealous

Yoosung

  • You were helping him pick a suit for his friend’s wedding
  • He’d been trying on clothes all day…
  • “I’m getting hungry, MC,” he pouted, his eyes teary as he stared at you with sad puppy eyes
  • You sighed, “I’ll go buy food. You stay here and wait. Let me know if you find something that suits you…”
  • 10 minutes later
  • Yoosung peeked out from the changing room, searching the store for you. Oh! There you were, right at the front… and you were hugging someone?
  • He felt his stomach churn in discomfort (or was it hunger? Lololol)
  • Before he knew it, he found himself between you and the other person, pulling you into his arms. He fastened a glare at the stranger, growling, “Get lost.
  • The stranger turned on their heel, sheer shock in their expression as they sprinted off.
  • “Y-Yoosung… he was only helping me on my feet,” you said, a small laugh escaping your lips.
  • Ohhh. Oops.
  • Red filled his cheeks, and he pushed you away. “I-It’s not like I was jealous or anything!”
  • You only continued to laugh, staring at him adoringly.

Zen

  • Zen had been waiting for this day for so long… YOUR FIRST DATE TOGETHER!!
  • He was pacing nonstop back and forth in front of the movie theatre, his hands stuffed in his pockets to hide his nonstop fidgeting. He’d arrived 10 minutes early, so you wouldn’t have to wait for him (what a gentleman, amirite?)
  • but you were a few minutes late, and his anxiety continued to pulse throughout his body, making him feel more and more nervous
  • Gosh, he wasn’t supposed to feel like this, it’s not like he’d never been on a date before… he had experience. And yet, Zen felt hopelessly anxious at the mere thought of being with you for a whole day
  • He continued to search the crowd for you, not even noticing the stares from surrounding women (and men)
  • His eyes practically lit up when he spotted you, and he raised an arm to wave at you, a huge smile on his face
  • You waved back at him…or so he thought.
  • In the blink of an eye, Zen saw your arms wrap around a man, your figure disappearing behind the stranger. Huh?
  • Had you brought someone along? Wasn’t this supposed to be a date? Maybe that was actually your boyfriend…
  • The thoughts tortured his mind, and his cheeks burned in embarrassment as he remembered how giddy he’d been waving at you, when you weren’t even waving back at him…
  • Feeling heartbroken and humiliated, Zen turned around, unable to watch your exchange with your ‘boyfriend’ any longer. As long as you were happy, he’d let go. He would never interfere with your happiness…
  • “ZEN!!”
  • Your voice rang out to him from a distance, and he turned his head to stare at you, wonder in his eyes. You were running towards him with the sun peeking behind your back, illuminating your figure like you were an angel descending from the heavens.
  • “MC…?” he furrowed his eyebrows, rubbing his eyes in disbelief. Weren’t you with that other guy? He couldn’t see your ‘boyfriend’ anywhere nearby.
  • You were panting as you finally caught up to him, “Z-Zen… Sorry I’m late…”
  • “What about that other guy…?”
  • “What other guy?” You looked at him like he had two heads.
  • He avoided your gaze as his lips curled into a small, dissatisfied frown. “The one you were hugging just now?”
  • “Oh gosh, don’t even talk about it! It was so embarrassing. I-I slipped on a banana peel and tripped on him!” you exclaimed, clearly mortified as you covered your cheeks with the palms of both hands.
  • Zen blinked, a mixture of amusement and relief filling his chest. It felt a lot easier to breathe now…
  • …sorry, that’s a lie.
  • He burst into laughter, finding it absolutely comical that you’d slipped on a banana peel of all things. “Oh g-god, I c-can’t breathe,” he wheezed, tears coming out of his eyes.
  • “HEY! Stop laughing at me!” You pouted, smacking his arm.
  • Well, this had definitely not been a part of his plans for a first date…
  • (Alternate Ending: He stops laughing, his eyes focusing on you. “I’m glad it was only an accident but… the next time you trip, you can only fall into my arms. Got it?”)

Jaehee

  • You’d promised to meet up with her after work, and she was practically prancing down the halls of C&R as she made her way to the front entrance
  • She couldn’t wait to meet you.
  • She almost skidded to a stop when she saw you through the glass doors, embracing someone else
  • The smile had fallen off her face, and she approached you, feeling numb. “MC… I didn’t realize you were bringing someone else,” she commented, staring down the man who you had been touching. Her gaze was cool as ice, filled with irritation.
  • The man raised his eyebrows in surprise, and opened his mouth to explain himself, but you immediately pushed him away (frantically, at that)
  • “I bumped into him! There’s nothing going on between us!”
  • (You were desperate for her to know that there was absolutely nothing going on. You couldn’t risk digging yourself deeper into the friendzone than you already were, after all…)
  • “Is… that so,” Jaehee murmured, her gaze softening. She nodded as an apology to the man, then grabbed your hand firmly to lead you away. “Let’s go.”
  • You felt yourself blush. This was the first time she’d boldly taken your hand like this… Usually, you were the one to initiate it…
  • Maybe you should make her jealous more often. Just a little.

Jumin

  • You were returning from the bathroom on a dinner date with Jumin, when you suddenly tripped and fell into the arms of a (handsome) stranger
  • “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” you bowed in apology, feeling guilty immediately
  • They shook their head, reassuring you that it was okay. “More importantly… there’s some rice on your face,” they said, reaching out to brush it off your cheek
  • A hand reached in between the two of you, swiftly catching the stranger’s hand
  • You turned your head to face Jumin, who’d restricted them from movement. “J-Jumin?”
  • “Hands off my woman,” Jumin scowled, sending an icy glare at them.
  • The stranger tried to explain, “No, sir, there was some r-“
  • Jumin wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in close to kiss you. “Must I make it more clear? She’s taken. Don’t even think of approaching her. Leave.”
  • When they ended up leaving, you turned to Jumin with a frown (and rosy cheeks.) “Jumin, they were only trying to help wipe this off my cheek…”
  • “I don’t want any man to touch to you except me. Is that so wrong?” He looked down, almost sadly.
  • Aww, crap. You couldn’t deny that look. (But you’d make sure to explain why he couldn’t be so possessive when you returned him later. For now, you let him off the hook.)

Seven

  • Living with Seven meant getting engrossed in watching funny videos, trying out video games and getting dragged into his messy sleep schedule
  • The days would just fly by and you’d hardly notice…
  • No, seriously. You couldn’t even remember which month it was. ಠ_ಠ
  • He’d been on his way back from buying you a (surprise~) gift, hoping to surprise you when he got home. He couldn’t wait!! He just knew you would LOVE his present
  • Oh hey, look, in fact, there you were! Right across the street
  • … with some guy’s arms around you?!
  • Seven sprinted across the street, his eyes zeroing in on the man who was smiling down at you. A car whizzed by him, just barely missing him, but he could care less
  • There was no way he’d stand by while someone else was touching his girlfriend.
  • He took a huge leap and proceeded to jump onto the stranger, kicking him down with both feet. “DEFENDER OF JUSTICE! 707 is here!!” he shouted
  • Poor guy was knocked out. (Seven forgot to hold back on his strength. He was used to attacking people from his previous missions, after all…)
  • “S-Seven… he was only helping me up after I bumped into him,” you explained quickly, eyes wide from the scene that had just played out before you.
  • Upon hearing that, Seven robotically turned his head towards you, “W-wait, what? But I thought he was hugging you…” His eyes mirrored yours, wide with shock.
  • “Still, you didn’t have to hit him with full strength…” you protested softly, although you were smiling. How could you not? It was reassuring that he got jealous, especially since he was usually so joking… it meant that he was serious about you.
  • “Aaah, I wasn’t thinking,” he mumbled, running a hand across his face in embarrassment. (do you ever think??) “I just saw his arms around you and I…”
  • He trailed off, noticing the huge smile on your face, and he couldn’t help but grin. He quirked an eyebrow at you. “Hey, what’s so funny?”
  • You stuck your tongue out at him. “Nothing~ Come on, let’s go before someone reports us for harassment!” you whispered, and grabbed his arm to drag him away.

V

  • He’d decided to surprise you by picking you up at work from Jaehee’s café today…
  • So he sat quietly in the corner, reading a book as he waited for your shift to end
  • A customer walked in, and you greeted them with a—HUG?!
  • V tore his eyes from the page, watching the way your hands were on the other guy (who was smiling pervertedly—in V’s vision, at least)
  • He stood up, walking towards the two of you. “May I ask what’s going on here?” He offered a polite smile to your customer, but it held no warmth whatsoever.
  • Even after hearing the explanation from both sides, V’s smile remained cool until the customer left.
  • “V…?” You stared up at him expectantly, waiting for an explanation. It wasn’t like him to act this way…
  • He blushed, averting his eyes. “I’m sorry. That was childish of me. I just felt a bit jealous that you were in someone else’s arms… even if I know neither of you meant it.”
  • You offered a warm smile, embracing him tightly. “I’ll hug you as many times as you want. You’re the only one I love.”
  • Jaehee coughed from behind the counter, “Sorry to disturb, but, your shift’s not over yet, MC…”
  • sigh. Back to work, then…

Saeran

  • He rarely let you walk off by yourself, to be honest. He liked having you close with him, especially in public. You made him feel safer.
  • But every now and then, he didn’t mind being separated. Like when you were buying ice cream, for example. He watched you contentedly from a bench, anticipating the taste of his ice cream already.
  • He watched as you bumped into someone, and Saeran was at your side as soon as he saw their hand touch yours. He pushed them back, red flashing through his eyes.
  • “Don’t touch MC!” he shouted, staring down at them with his jaw clenched.
  • You tried to explain, “Saeran… they were only trying to help me hold the ice crea—“
  • He wouldn’t hear any of it. Saeran was too caught up in his anger to listen to your words. One of his hands held your shoulder while the other grabbed one of the cones out of your hands and crushed it against the stranger’s shirt. “Fuck off before I fuck you up,” he scowled at them.
  • They sprinted off, terrified by your boyfriend.
  • “Saeran! Calm down, I’m fine!” You tugged at his shirt. After listening to your explanation, he cooled down, and apologized for his outburst of anger.
  • “I’m sorry, I won’t do it again… can I still have some ice cream, though?”
Reggie x Reader: Fingers and thumbs, baby. (Part II)

A/N: OMG your responses were amazing! Enjoy Part II <3 </p>

Warning: Slight Angst

Plot: When Reggie and (Y/N) have been bestfriends their whole lives but the universe had other plans.

Originally posted by ivanxna


Tell that sadist she only have one more hour.

You ignored another text from Reggie, giving your red-headed bestfriend your attention. The neon lights from Pop’s literally only made your bestfriend more intimidating and unearthly. This week really passed by fast and before you knew it, it was a Friday and you are hanging out with Cheryl in your usual both in Pop’s while waiting for your other favorite person to arrive and pick you up.

“Is that cretin annoying you again?”

“Cherryyy.” You whined knowing where this conversation was going. Even with their mutual love for you, Reggie and Cheryl just couldn’t seem to get along with each other. That’s why you had to make sure you gave them equal attention which resulted to them having to deal with sharing you every once in a while.

“Okay,” she sighed raising her hands up in surrender. “This is me,” Cheryl said as she folded her hands at the table neatly on top of each other “, being nice.” She mustered up a smile which quickly fell. “Now let’s stop talking about that dunce. I’m sure he was just counting down the hours before he can have you for himself aguuuuhn.”

“Well, you did lose the ‘rocks-paper-scissors’ on where I would be sleeping over this weekend.” (Y/N) said as a matter of factly. It was truly comical to see the two of the most intimidating figures of Riverdale high fighting over you in a game of rocks-papers-and-scissors if you do say so yourself.

“He cheated, love and you know it.” Cheryl sipped on her – your milkshake – as if to prove her point. She suddenly paused and looked up at you before squinting and placing a red finger on her lips“Hmm, I wonder.“ 

"What?” You did not like the look on Cheryl’s face. You knew your bestfriend too well to know that whatever is on her mind is probably anything but nice.

“I wonder why he was so keen on letting you sleepover this weekend. Usually he always had things to do with his other brainless groupies or his croonies that’s why you always stay with me, so …”

“So what?”

“So what changed?” Another pause before she flattered her eyelash on you. “Don’t you think..?”

“Don’t I think what Cherry?” You asked, growing impatient by the minute.

She grinned mischievously. “Don’t you think Mr. Mantle finally grew a brain and realized his one and only love is in-front of him all this time?”

You couldn’t hide the blush on her face. Cheryl caught you too off guard. “Cherry how many times do I have to tell you we’re just friends!” You muttered, suddenly shy, but you knew it was useless when Cheryl just rolled her eyes.

“Fool God, fool the devil, but don’t try me, love.”

This time it was your time to roll her eyes. “I’m not fooling anyone, Cherry.”

“Not that i’m totally on his side but what’s wrong with being with him anyway?” Cheryl completely ignored you and your petty excuses. “He is hot, rich, and have that football scholarship in the bag being the captain of the Bulldogs and you have been together even before the two of us so I will trust his faithfulness when it comes to you.”

“Cherry–”

“Plus if you do get married and realize he sucks at the end you can always divorce him and live with me in New York.”

“Cher–”

“Speaking of ‘were-just-friends” you wouldn’t have said no to my offer and that university’s offer in New York if it wasn’t for him.“ She said, slamming her hand on the table.

Case closed for Cheryl.

"Fool the devil, my darling. But "just friends” hell even bestfriends, don’t do that.“

You stared at Cheryl to prove to her that there really was nothing going on between you two but all she did was squint and you sighed in defeat making her beam.

"Finally,” she smirked. “I was growing tired waiting for you to tell mwah. When are you planning to confess?”

"I’m not confessing, Cherry.” you sighed dragging the milkshake towards your direction and sipping it.

“Why not?”Cheryl asked, munching on a fry.

“He doesn’t like me like that! And it’s fine. I’m pretty sure this … crush or whatever it is will probably just pass.”

“Oh, honey, who said anything about a crush? You’re in love with that simpleton. I don’t know why but you are. And if he isn’t in love with you yet then he really is proving everything I have been calling him right and you know how he hates it when i’m right.”

“Cherry, Iet’s just drop it, okay?” You nearly begged.

“What do you have to lose?” She challenged.

“Uhh, our lifelong friendship? The relationship I have spent my whole life protecting? My dignity? My pride?”

“Touché’.” Cheryl threw an unfinished fry at you and it would’ve hit you straight to the face if you haven’t moved at the last second. “But hon, you should at least try. Cause as much as confessing may sound like a leap of faith, it would be better than regretting what you didn’t do, what you could’ve done." 

"I know,” you sighed. “But it really is a hopeless case, Cherry. I’d rather not waste my time and my friendship.”

“Look if you’re not even gonna become the endgame why don’t you just leave with me to New York? You got nothing left to lose.”

You glanced at her and she was seriously staring at you, ready for this argument. “I can’t leave him, Cherry.”

“Why not? He’s a big boy, (Y/N/N). He can take care of himself.” Cherry grabbed my hand. “Stop surrounding your life around him cause when he leaves you’d be left with nothing and i’d never allow that to happen to you.”

You thought about it. Are you really too dependable? Is it really the time to move on? Can you really leave Reggie after spending the last eighteen years of your life with him?

“If …” you gripped Cheryl’s hands tighter. “If all goes to shit –”

“Oh, i’ll be here, darling.” She gave me a sweet and comforting smile. “I’ll pick up the pieces.”

Your comfortable silence was broken by the familiar honk of a familiar car. “Speaking of the devil.” Cheryl sighed already taking her purse and placing too much money on the table. You giggled as you crossed your arms with hers as you walked towards Reggie who was leaning on his car.

“Had fun, ladies?” Reggie asked uncrossing his arms to remove his iconic letterman jacket and place it on your shoulder.

You muttered a small “thanks, Reg”.

“Well, it would’ve been better if you didn’t graciously intervene, you ninny.”

“Cry me a river, satan.”

Cheryl rolled her eyes before looking at you who was already safely tucked in Reggie’s car. “Take care, love. Call me if it gets too boring in there.”

“Sure, Cherry.” you giggled, waving slightly at her. “See you on Monday.”

She nodded before glaring at Reggie. “Take care of my (Y/N), you ditz.”

“Still my (Y/N), you psycho.” Reggie shot back before driving off.

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You plopped down on Reggie’s new sheets as he placed his letterman jacket on a chair. You seated yourself near his window to see the stars.“Move aside, pup.” he gently nudged you before lying next to you and wrapping your arms on your waist as he used your tummy as a pillow.

You both sat in a comfortable silence with him just laying there while you look outside while discreetly stealing glances. “Hey Reg–” 

You were cut off when Reggie laughed at something at his phone. You visibly frowned.

“Oh sorry, what was that, pup?”

“What are you laughing at?” You asked. He blushed.

Oh shit.

“It’s … Ronnie.”

“Ronnie?”

“Veronica. Her name’s Veronica … I call her Ronnie- but that’s not the point. She’s … really funny? I don’t know. I just …”

You held your breathe. Please no. God no No, no, no, no–

“I think I really like her.”

And just like that, all hopes, dreams, and every single crevice in your heart was crushed and died.

“What …” you could barely speak, your mouth too dry. The temptation to cry is too much.

“It’s just … she gets me, y'know. She’s so different from other girls.”

You felt a pang in your heart. What about you? You get him – hell, you get him more than anybody. What are you now?

Other girls.

You almost laughed. You couldn’t believe you were now just part of the other girls. The other forgettable, worthless, unimportant girls. The other girls that, once upon a time, you were laughing at because they couldn’t get the one thing that they wanted no matter how hard they tried because he was yours. But now, you are unceremoniously shoved to the other girls you hated so goddamn much.

You looked away.

“(Y/N)? Say something.”

You swallowed whatever saliva was left in your mouth and cleared your throat. “T-That’s great, Reg.” You hastily wiped one tear that escaped.“Looks like I won’t be getting any texts from Geraldine or Sarah or Melanie anymore, eh?”

He grinned at me but before he could fully see my face and see something wrong I pushed a pillow on his face and he laughed, trying to get away from me, giving me time to compose myself a bit.

“Yeah, I kinda cleared the whole bench for her.”

Another pang.

“Wouldn’t want to ruin something this great.”

And another.

He slowly crawled back to you and positioned himself once again. You stroked his hair. “Me too, Reg.” you almost sighed. “Me too.”

clay jensen: zach’s tapes (feat. zach dempsey) [pt.1]

Pairing: Clay Jensen x reader; Zach Dempsey x reader

Warning(s): Best Friend with Clay, not romantically.

Word Count: 534

Gif: @felicithis

A/N: I had the idea of the second part, but I needed this part for the second part to make sense. Bare with me.


You and Zach had been talking for quite a while. Before Hannah had happened, even before Jeff. You never really ran with the crowd, you didn’t care about the drama and theatrics of high school. You just wanted to pass your classes, graduate and be who you strive to be. When the school heartthrob and basketball star, Zach Dempsey approached you in the library for help on the biology exam and your number, you didn’t believe it. You thought he had come on a dare or some type of bet; seven months later, you had created a pretty decent relation.

It wasn’t romantic, though it felt like it sometimes. You both flirted with one another. You would hang out in person and in public. You got a long with his sister, went to his basketball games, and he helped you in communications class. It wasn’t until your close friend Sheri brought up the nature of your relationship with him that you realized that you really did like Zach.

You noticed that your lifelong best friend, Clay Jensen, wasn’t himself lately. He had crazy mood swings, was intensely detatched, barely spoke to anyone, but Tony Padilla, and was recently suspended for drugs. You took it upon yourself to surprise him at home. You knew he’d have to be home.

You knock on his door, and was greeted by his dad. He sent you up to Clay’s room and you thanked him graciously. When Clay saw you, he took his headphones off.

“(Y/N), what’re you doing here?” Clay breathed. You lifted a paper bag up.

“I brought snacks,” you smiled. You had gotten Mike and Ikes from the Baker’s shop. He let you and you sat on his desk chair.

“So, what’s-”

“How are you?” You cut him off. He nodded, not saying anything but shrugging. “Seriously, Clay? Fine, I won’t pressure you.” You dropped your head. You looked back up at him through your brows. He was still silent.

Out of the window, the sun was setting. You opened his window, and climbed out onto the roof.

“What are you doing?” Clay came to the window.

You smirked mischievously at him. “Come out here and find out. You can bring your Walkman, if you’d like.”

A few minutes later, the sun had completely set. You had gotten Clay out and on the roof. He didn’t talk at all, other than to react to your stories.

“And I know you probably don’t care, but since your not talking, and Sheri never let’s me speak more than five words,” you began. You fiddled with the tips of your hair. “I think I like Zach. You know, Zach Dempsey, the basketball star.” You felt Clay’s energy shift. You looked toward him and saw a worried and sad expression.

“(Y/N), you can’t,” Clay whispered. You cocked your head to the side, letting it fall into your palm.

“Why, exactly?”

He took a deep breath. He told you to wait and headed back into his room. Possibly a minute later, he came back with his Walkman. He handed it to you and ordered you to put the headphones on. He pressed play and heard the voice of a dead girl.

Simon x Reader #19

Warnings: crowd setting

Word Count: 2.7k

Requested: yus (kind of) and then I added onto the idea

Note: so sorry it’s so late after the match, but i didn’t really come up with the idea until 3 days ago – so enjoy the longer length instead ~K

[ masterlist ]

Originally posted by thisrawmeat

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You were pacing around the hotel room, where you had spent the night. You were just waiting for someone to come knock on your door and let you know it was time to surprise your longtime boyfriend. Telling him that you couldn’t make it to the match this year because of exams, in reality, you had been working on surprising him with the help of the rest of the Sidemen. You hadn’t seen him in person for a couple months now, with your last weeks of school being busy and his schedule being as hectic as ever with the oncoming match.

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YES I LIKE YOU

Originally posted by alphabetbet


Michelangelo x Reader

YES I LIKE YOU

Prompt: Can you do a Mikey x reader where the reader basically is always showering Mikey in candy and other subtle things…then one day the reader is finally like “I LIKE YOU WHY HAVENT YOU CAUGHT ON??!” and Mikey had no clue and is like “OH SHIIIIIiiiii!!” But then realizes he does in fact like the reader back?

Note: I’ve kinda been on a bit of a Mikey kick lately. Not sure why.

You. Had. Tried. EVERYTHING. You brought him candy, rented him any movie he wanted, gave him your Netflix log-in, played video games with him whenever he asked you to…You didn’t know how else to tell him you liked him.

And sure, Mikey was always using nicknames: angelcakes, babe, gorgeous, beautiful, but he called April all of those too, so they didn’t mean anything different when it came to you. Mikey was just a flirty person, you guessed. You would just have to wait for another sign.

But you were done waiting.

Today, while watching a movie with him, he made a comment.

“Dang, I really wish I could get a girlfriend.” He sighed at the RomCom he had chosen. You froze in place.

“Mikey, I am literally right here.” You pointed to yourself with an expectant expression. He crinkled his eyebrows.

“What are you-?”

“Wait, have you seriously not caught on?!”

“I don’t know what you-”

“MICHELANGELO, I HAVE LIKED YOU SINCE THE MOMENT I MET YOU, DO YOU LIKE ME BACK OR AM I WASTING MY TIME?!”

“You…a gorgeous, beautiful, amazing, funny, HUMAN girl who could have literally any other human being on the face of the planet…you like ME?!”

“YES I LIKE YOU.”

Mikey was quiet for a long moment, eyes slowly widening as it finally dawned on him. You actually liked him.

You. Actually. Liked. Him.

“Oh shiiiiiiiiiiii….” He whispered and hopped off of the couch. “I will be right back. Don’t move.” He ran off to the garbage truck to grab something from their mini-lair in the back. He rummaged through a crate of goodies tucked up into the corner. No, no, no, no, there it was.

As fast as he could, he ran all the way back to where you were waiting half-confused, half-expectant as you tried to figure out where the hell he had gone.

“(Y/N).” he stood in front of where you were seated. He knelt down and held up a cherry Ring Pop. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Yes, you dork. I will be your girlfriend.” You replied.

“SHE SAID YES!!” He slid the plastic ring onto your left hand. “DID YOU GUYS HEAR THAT?! I HAVE A TOTALLY HOT GIRLFRIEND AND YOUUUU~ DON’T!”

“SHUT UP, MIKEY!” His brothers’ chorus came from several parts of the lair, all in unison in the same annoyed tone of voice they always had.

“So, totally gorgeous human girlfriend, what would you like to do first?”

“Well, amazingly handsome turtle boyfriend, I would like to cuddle and finish our movies and then we could…” you ran a hand down his plastron. He inhaled a sharp breath, a chill running up his spine. “Transition into other activities~”

“I love the sound of that.”

Strictly Professional (Part 6)

Summary: Misha comes over to your place for your very first official date. And once again, neither of you can keep your hands to yourselves.

Pairing: Misha x Publicist/PA!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: language, smut, oral (female receiving)

*nsfw gif below the cut*

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Originally posted by the-captain-destiel

You glanced nervously at the clock, your stomach a bundle of nerves as the time got closer and closer to 8pm.

Five minutes till 8.

Which meant Misha would be there in 5 minutes for your very first official date.

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We don't choose our family. (BATFAMILY/JASON TODD X READER) part 1

Batfam/jason Todd imagine.

Note- this imagine literally took 2 weeks and I wrote it in my math class.
Also (y/b/d) means your birthdate

Scenario- you have been fighting along side the batfam for over 7 years now but what if they knew who you really were, where you really came from, which clown prince is your father.

Warning- mention of death, fighting, slight cursing.

PART 2 OUT NOW

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“Come on Tim, you have to try harder than that.” You said as you once again managed to pin the third Robin on the blue training mat. You got off of his chest and watched as he stared at the ceiling with a smirk on his face.

“I am, I am, you know I’m only running on about on hour of sleep.” He said standing up and running a hand through his hair roughly.

“Tim.” You groaned in exasperation. “We talked about this, no training unless you had at least 3 hours of sleep.”

He chuckled and walked past you to where his usual cup of black coffee was waiting for him. You glared at him and flopped backwards on the cold mat and let out a sigh. You still had no idea how that boy could drink straight black hot coffee, after a training session.

“What did they do to you, this time.” You heard the voice of the first Boy Wonder say as he stood next to you and peered downward, letting out a soft chuckle with his arms crossed.

“Nothing, I’m just considering shooting Tim with a tranquilizer dart, that could put down a bear,“ you said tilting your head to the side as you heard heavy foot steps coming down the stairs of the Batcave.

“I second that,” you heard Bruce say as he sat behind the bat monitor and took off his tie, running his hands over his face and slumping over.

“So, I see the date didn’t go well?“ You ask as you stood up and teased Bruce about his charity date. You were all for the idea and thought it was great. Whoever the highest bidder was, won a date with play boy millionaire, Bruce Wayne.

It was funny to you, because the big bad Bruce Wayne got auctioned off to a 75 year old woman. Let’s just say she got a bit frisky with him as the first thing she did when she walked on stage to collect her prize was “accidentally” squeeze his butt when he hugged her.

Needless to say you and every other person in the audience, including the rest of the batfamily started laughing so hard, you fell on the floor and had to leave the room to compose yourself.

“You can shut up at any point, (y/n).” Bruce said forcing out a chuckle, as the rest of the batboys covered there smiles with there hands and Tim bit his knuckle to keep from laughing.

“I don’t understand.” Poor little Damian said from where he was training Titus a new trick. You laughed and shook your head,getting ready to go home for the day.

“Are you seriously gonna leave without saying goodbye to your favorite robin?” You heard the gruff voice of the one and only Jason Todd say as he killed the engine on his newly modeled silent motorcycle.

“I could never do that.” You stared with a smile as you walked over and wrapped your arms around Jason’s neck as he wrapped his around your waist, while burying his head into your neck.

It was no secret that you had a crush on Jason, well at least still a secret to him. Jesus, you hoped it was. You had met Jason when he was still very angry at Bruce for “replacing” him. You were one of the reasons Jason actually decided to rejoin the batfam. Only you didn’t know that.

You were exactly like him, growing up in the bad part of Gotham, living in the streets, having no parents and he felt as if though you would understand why he was mad. Two years after your first meeting and various other encounters he came to the batcave unarmed and apologized for his behavior and wanted back in the family but of course, Bruce, needed to test him first.

You helped him through the pain, testing, distrust and frustration as he worked his way back to redemption and you just couldn’t stop thinking about him, feelings for more than just a friendship started to bloom in your heart.

That was 5 years ago, making it 7 years that you had actually known him.

You had been in love with him for 5 years and still didn’t have the guts to tell him. You fearlessly took out super villains as a night job but still couldn’t tell the guy you’ve known for years, that you liked him.

You even grieved about your feeling to dick who just laughed at you and said how “ironic” this moment was, something you did not take lightly, seeing as you pinned him against the wall until he said uncle.

A big difference between you and Jason was Bruce took you in when you were around 20 and he took Jason in when he was around 10. (At different times of course, considering you met Jason when he was 21 and you were 20)

When you first got into the vigilante game, you took your anger out on everybody who dared wrong the city you loved.

Bruce met you when you were beating up a robber in a alley and pulled you off of him before you could get your kill shot in.

He taught you that it was ok to fight the bad guys but you couldn’t allow yourself to stoop to there level. After that you just tended to stay around Bruce and discover his identity, as well as his family’s, and you’ve been there ever since.

Good memories, good memories.

“Ok, now I gotta really get going because there is a bed at home with my name on it.” You said as you let go of Jason and turned to grab your workout bag.

“Bye guys.” You said and were left off with a chorus of byes that were cut off by the eerily familiar chuckle coming from the bat monitor.

The Joker.

Your bag slumped out of your arm and hit the floor as you turned to see the pasty face and crazy eyes, you knew all to well.

You looked to see Jason hands turn into fists and a glare settle on his once relaxed face, as he gritted his teeth swinging his legs off of the bike and stood behind Bruce, who was in full alert.

“Well, well Gotham, what’s it been now? 5 years, 7, 4, ah who cares?” The joker said as he leaned way to close to the camera. You walked and stood on the other side of Bruce as everyone else crowded around the monitor.

“It seems while daddy was away, the children never came out to play.” He said with a flourish of hand gestures and chuckles.

You let out a sigh of relief, as your realized he was talking to the entirety of Gotham, not just you. When the joker was locked up the crime rate in Gotham dropped significantly, that must of been what he was talking about.

“Anyhow let’s get on with the point, the last time my people saw their prince, batsy was hauling me to time out.” He said frowning as you felt a rough hand grab yours pulling you closer to them.

Turning to your right you saw Jason had a tight, yet reassuring grip on your hand, but kept looking at the screen with a fierce glare and his jaw locked. He pulled you so your shoulder was brushing against his. You would have smiled if this had been a better situation.

“Well I think because I was so good and waited so long I deserve a little reward, I want my daughter.” He said turning so serious at the end of his sentence, a shiver ran up your spine.

You had a iron grip on Jason’s hand as you looked at the screen in complete horror. It was to soon, you wanted more time.

“Oh, and if you think of not following my demand, there’s a small group of people who would beg you otherwise.” The joker giggled, pointing the camera towards a group of about 12 people who had on torn and dirty clothes with tear stained faces.

“You have until midnight, or else I have my fun.” The joker yelled making all of the people jump as he turned off the transmission.

“He has a daughter?” Tim questioned slowly as they all continued to stare at the black screen.

“How could I have never known about that.” Bruce said standing up and rushing to put on his suit.

“Well we have to find her before he gets to her, she’s obviously dangerous if that thing, wants her.” Jason said giving your hand a slight squeeze as you stared up at him, feeling your heart shatter.

This is exactly what you thought would happen. They thought that you were a monster, a killer, a villain, just like your dad. You hid a secret from them for 7 years, one of the worst secrets you had ever had. You would definitely break there trust and be tossed in arkham.

You were the daughter of the joker himself.

You didn’t remember anything of your father because you ran away from home when you were 3. The “run”, really just consisted of going to the park and falling asleep on a bench.

When the police arrived to see a small little girl asleep on a park bench, they immediately asked you where you lived. You told them exactly where your house was but when you arrived it was empty. The only thing left was the furniture and appliances, everything, even the things in your bedroom were gone. At least this is what you were told, you couldn’t remember because you were only 3 when it happened.

The police scoured Gotham for months to find your parents and even put your story in the news, for someone to come claim you. In the meantime you were put in foster care, a temporary situation which turned permanent.

When you were around 13 you started to receive these horrible letters about how the boogeyman was coming for you soon. You were so terrified you told the headmaster of the foster home but she brushed them off as a prank.

The next letter also came with a package. A DNA test to prove you were related to this boogeyman. Your eyes almost shot out of your head when you realized that the test required a DNA sample.

This “boogeyman” had to sneak into your room and put a cotton swab in your mouth, he was in your room when you were dead asleep. After that you didn’t sleep well for years, you still don’t. You started training hardcore in any type of martial arts you could, because you were so scared that he would come for you.

On your 18th birthday you got one more letter. It was a picture of a baby being held by a man but he was bent over so the only thing you saw was his bright green hair and pale ghostly skin. You flipped the photo over and saw written on the back in cursive loopy handwriting.

(Y/b/d)~~~ Papas coming for you little girl.

You gasped in horror as you flipped the photo again and saw that the baby was wrapped in your baby blanket, the only think you had when you “ran away” and your birthday was written on the back.

This man or monster, this “boogie man” who has tormented you most of your teen life was your father.

It was years before you figured out that the man in the picture was also known as the clown prince of crime, the most hated villain in Gotham, the joker.

“(Y/n.)” Jason said turning so you were facing him, snapping you out of your memories. “It’s gonna be ok, they’re both going back to arkham and out of our hair.” He said as he pulled you in for a hug and stroked the back of your hair.

You pushed your face into Jason’s neck and breathed In his same old scent of musk and cigarette smoke. He was never going to forgive your for this. Your father killed him, beat him with a crowbar,used his feelings against him, and took him away from everyone he loved.

“I’m sorry Jason, I’m so sorry.” You said in the tiniest whisper into his neck, luckily he didn’t hear you.

“We have a location on the joker, we gotta go now!” Tim yelled from the platform where Damian and Bruce were sitting in the batmobile.

Dick left as soon as the transmission had ended on his own motorcycle but you weren’t really paying attention.

You moved out of Jason’s warm embrace and looked up to give Tim a thumbs up, he gave one back then jumped into the batmobile. Bruce started the engine and peeled out of the cave with a loud screech.

“Look I promise we will finish this talk later, after all this, I have some really important things to say.” Jason said before running over to where your motorcycles were resting grabbing his and speeding out of the cave behind Bruce.

“Believe me, what I say is going to be more interesting.” You said before running over and jumping on your bike.

You quickly exited the cave on your way to finally meet your fate.

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His Cinderella

Summary: On the run from a crazy ex, Y/N runs up and kisses this random yet handsome guy. Oblivious to the fact that she’s capturing her greatest hero, The Flash’s mind, she goes on with her life. Though what happens on their next meet? Will Prince charming finally find his Cinderella?

Category: Falling in love
030: “Can I kiss you?”

Pairing: Barry Allen x doctor!reader
Words: 3155
Warning: none that I’m aware of… I used the word hell?

A/N: So just found out I’m gonna do my English exam next Friday. For both practice and pleasing you lovelies, I thought I’d try to write even more this upcoming week – though I’m not sure how this brilliant win/win idea will work out IRL, so don’t hold your breaths…:/

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Can I kiss you?!” A girl popped up in front of Barry. She was out of breath, her forehead shining from the sweat after a what-seemed-like-a long run. Just when Barry was about to answer, her lips met his. If it hadn’t been for the fact that she had taken him by surprise, he would have noticed so much more about her. Like the way her eyes sparkled when their gazes met, the way her hair seemed to perfectly frame her head, the way her chapped lips glowed in the daylight.

But she did take him by surprise, and all he could think of, were how those chapped, yet soft lips felt against his. It wasn’t an ordinary setting for Barry (to have random girls coming up kissing him). Though for some reason, it felt natural. So he closed his eyes and started kissing back – a very un-Barry and bold move, that he instantly regretted when the warm feeling disappeared not long after.

“Thanks! You’re a real hero!” It was just by pure luck, that Barry managed to get a slightly better look at her before she ran. The last thing he saw being a pair of red cheeks and Y/E/C eyes. It certainly was a way to brighten up his day – who wouldn’t have liked to get kissed by a girl? Though at the same time, Barry still felt something fishy about what had just happened, and he was dying to know why the sudden urge for the beautiful girl to kiss him: it wasn’t like that happened on a daily basis in Central City.

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