so we can have a round two anytime you want okay!!!

Sweet Tooth- A Remus Lupin Imagine

A/N: Another two posts in one night! This is a little tribute to the fact that I already have reached over 100 followers on here, which is baffling?? Thank you all so much for supporting me so much in the very short time I have been on here. I’m so very glad that I have done this and I hope to be getting to some requests that I have received recently, as well! I digress. I hope you enjoy this Remus smut in celebration. This is my very first attempt at writing anything of the sort so sorry if it is no good! Enjoy~

Warning: SMUT 

Originally posted by perfectfeelings

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Cookie Day (WinterIron Quick Fic)

This is just fluffy WinterIron. Just fluff. To make up for the tear fest that was “Moments” lol

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Bucky made….cookies.

Like really, really insanely good cookies. While humming, and listening to slow music as he took over the kitchen in the Tower. He even wore an apron most times.

And really, the team didn’t know what to do about it.

Mostly because even a year and a half after Steve brought him home, Bucky was still quiet more days than not. He still wore his hair long, his chin scruffy. He hardly ever smiled, hardly ever engaged with anyone. He was never in anything other than a long sleeve because he didn’t like the attention his arm inevitably drew, even though Steve had told him at least a hundred times that no one here ever noticed. He didn’t wake up screaming with nightmares anymore, but no one ever actually saw him sleep either so…

Anyway. Cookies.

Like, the best cookies in the world. Like thick and fluffy and packed with butter and chocolate and enough sugar to put an elephant down. And he absolutely refused to share.

In fact, no one was even allowed in the kitchen while he was baking. Clint had tried one time to scoop some cookie dough and Bucky had (accidentally) almost broken his hand.

So the team retreated, hovered outside the kitchen door and plotted ways to get to the cookies.

Steve had assured them that back in the day, Bucky had in fact been the best cook he had known, always making something in his mamas kitchen, and then cooking for Steve after his parents passed.

It didn’t matter what it was- thick, crusty bread, impossibly light pastries, and of course these amazing cookies— Bucky could make them no problem, and was happy to do every time Steve looked just the littlest bit hungry.

Of course Steve had been allergic to or at least sensitive to nearly everything back then, so little bites and nibbles was the best he could do. And now that he was a 100% healthy, super serum powered soldier who needed upwards of 4000 calories a day to keep his body running… well Steve was just as desperate as the rest of them to get his hands on some of Bucky’s cookies.

But alas, it wasn’t going to happen. Because Bucky only ever baked enough for himself, just enough to pile on a plate that he then hoarded on his lap during team movie nights, an entire gallon of milk sitting next to him because that’s how much milk it took to wash the cookies down.

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Finding Closure (Part 3)

Summary: AU. Reader left behind a hometown full of misery to make a new home in Brooklyn. A death in the family forces her to briefly return to the place that has haunted her dreams and memories for three years. Will she finally be able to move on, or will a figure from the past change everything?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,809 (Jean-Ralphio voice: “I’m the wooooorst!”)

Warnings: angst, language, car trouble, mentions of alcoholism, mentions of bad home life, revisiting childhood home, tw: seizures (mention), medical emergency (mention)

Part:  1 - 2 - 3 - 4 -

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diner girl | jughead x reader

Originally posted by alinok

a/n: this is a different type of piece so i hope you guys enjoy this! requests are open! 💋

“order up”

i blow a strand of hair out of my face as i pick up the next order waiting to the table at the back accomodating to a local couple, they were older but always order the same thing, two coffees and onion rings.

“here you go” i smile brightly placing the order out onto the table “if you need anything else’s just let me know” i smile picking up the empty coffee pot and wondering back to over to the counter

“louis and amelia in again?” hermione asks and i nod brushing the crumbs off my yellow waitressing uniform and adjust my name badge “yeah, i hope I’ll be like them when im older”

i sigh leaning against the counter earning a playful smack on my butt from the lodge woman “you’ll find someone your young gorgeous smart-” she emphasis the smart placing her hands under my chin “and a waitress you forgot to add a waitress” i tell her sarcasm laced in my words

the bell dings indicating more customers, i smile recognising them instantly; they were in my year at school one being Hermione’s daughter Veronica lodge the newest member, Betty Cooper the blonde cheerleader, Archie Andrews the red headed sports jock and musician and finally Jughead Jones

“now there’s an eligible bachelor” hermione smirks as the brunette boy smiles at me before slipping into the booth with his friends.

i blush a strand of hair falling in my face, the older ladies eyes widen at my response “let me go work some magic-” she smirks

“no H please please don’t embarrass me” i complain trying keep her from going over to the group

she grabs my cheeks in her hands and i dart my eyes to see if the group is looking and sure enough jughead is, he chuckles as we make eye contact and i furrow my brows in embarrassment.

i let her walk away as i wait another table trying to keep myself busy and i imagine hermione is telling the boys how im a lonely single 17 year old.

i walk over to my tables and refill some coffee mugs before i discretely glance over my shoulder to hermione and the teenager only to find they’re eyes already on me.

i glance at the brunette boy curiosity on his face and he watches me whilst popping tomato sauce drenched fries into his mouth. I’m quick to look away continuing to busk the tables.

i scoop up the half empty coffee pot and make my way past the table hoping that they wouldn’t notice me sneak past but i was sadly mistaken, the raven haired waitress pulled at my arm tucking me under her arm.

“just the girl i wanted to see” she muses, “you guys need anything?” i ask pulling out my notebook and placing the coffee pot down they shake their head conversation falling silent.

i top up veronicas mug with coffee and pick up my tray removing the empty milkshake glasses and onion ring baskets. i turn to leave put hermione grabs my shoulders pulling me back.

this throws me off and send my tray crashing to the floor the glass shattering and bits of left over food and milkshake flying everywhere. i cuss and drop down trying to clean it up as everyone stares.

a scream fills the small diner and we perk up trying to find the source of the scream, my eyes land on the red headed girl and instantly roll at the drama queen.

“you just got milkshake all over my new shoes!” she cries out pointing to her white pumps small droplets of chocolate milkshake splattered on them.

“sorry ill just grab you a napkin” i mumble stepping over the spill and handing her a clean napkin. she scoffs at me flinching away from my outstretched hand

“you can wipe it you spilt it” i bite the inside trying to remain calm, i bend down and wipe her shoes clean placing the napkin on my tray “can i help you in any way?” i ask and she clears her throat.

‘i’d like another strawberry milkshake free of charge for the inconvenience of your tragic waitressing skills” i pull out my notepad scribbling down her order “ill notify pop to remove it from your bill”.

she places her hands on the table “you might wanna clean up your mess now” she sasses her friends giggling at me.

i turn and collect the mop and the dustpan, hermione already crouched on the floor tending to the glass “hey its okay I’ve got this can you make sure cheryl gets her shake and mr green gets his cheese burger” she nods.

“i think pop need to re think his poor staff choices, a lodge and a (y/l/n) god he really lucked out” i concentrate on cleaning the spill and try and block out cheryl rude comments.

archie and the group watch my intently as i finish cleaning my mess and walk over to the blossom girls table for the bill. i pick up the scrunched up cash and head to the till when the red head grabs harshly at my wrist.

“now make sure that all that money makes it to the register wouldn’t want your sticky fingers thinking its a tip, you know with all your family history’ the girls snicker and i smile down at cheryl.

before heading over to the till “spoilt brat” i mutter “excuse me what was that?” “i said you spoilt little brat” i repeat myself crossing my hands across my chest.

“you miss blossom are a huge pain in my ass, you come here and harass us all and you think that its okay all because your last name is blossom’ i spit my anger boiling over “the way you treat people is disgusting”

she raises her eyebrows “its not my fault you can’t do your job properly klutz, don’t even think that i don’t notice you always refilling their glasses and baskets of fries without costing them” she argues gesturing to the group of four.

i walk up to the counter and empty my uniform of my tips and place it all in the till “there happy? now all their meals are paid for” she taps on the table “wheres my damn milkshake” i grab the milkshake off hermione and walk over to her

“one strawberry milkshake?” she smiles sweetly at me and nods, with a smile on my face i turn the cup upside down at let the shake pour from the glass o the top of cheryl’s head.

she screams and wipes the shake from her face “you you-bitch!’ she stand from the booth snickers coming from the booth behind me “get the hell out of my diner, oh and heres your money back yano for the inconvenience”.

she storms out and i glance at a very un impressed pop walking toward me with  a mop “she been harassing me and hermione for weeks pop i had to put her in her place” he huffs and shakes his head “just get it cleaned up kiddo”

a round of applause fills the diner and i grab the ends of my dress curtseying at the crowd “thank you thank you very much” i smile my gaze falling o=n the group smiles of amusement clear.

“id clean up your mess missy if you still want your job” hermione tease smacking my bum playfully “yes mama” i tease dragging the mop across the diner floor soaking up the spilt shake.

“I’m headed home V you coming?” her daughter stands from the booth biding a goodbye before walking past me a slipping a 50 in my apron “oh no Veronica i can’t take this”.

i remove it and try and hand it back to the raven haired girl but she shakes her head “uh uh you kept it- its your tip okay, and call me V thats what my friends call me and after tonight you are defiantly one” i sigh placing the money back in my apron.

“thanks V, see you around?” 

the blonde girl stands along with the red headed boy “it getting late jug we’ll see you at school” he nods continuing to eat his burger as the last of his friends leave the diner.

i grab the bill for my last two tables and star wiping down the booths removing them from empty dinner plates and drinks. it was just after 11 and everyone had cleared out leaving an eerie quietness leaving only a single customer; jughead.

i sit on the stool at the top of the diner waiting for pete to arrive for his shift so i could finally go home.

i walk over to the occupied booth nervous “hey” i say softly gaining the young boys attention, he tilts his laptop screen down smiling up at me “can i sit?” he nods and i slip into the empty seat opposite him.

its silent for a few seconds but he breaks first “(y/n) right?” i nod “thats me (y/n) (y/l/n)” i laugh nervously “jughead jones?” “the third” he adds smirking.

he pushes the bowl of fries over to me but i shake my head declining them and he shrugs plucking more and throwing them into his mouth. “heard a lot about you” he starts wiping his lips with his thumb.

my eyes flicker from his lips to his eyes “oh really?” i state playfully “miss lodge seems to have an endless list of compliments about you-” i roll my eyes siting back my hand outstretched on the table top almost touching jugs.

“correct me if I’m wrong but are you perhaps single?” “as a matter of fact i most certainly am, you?” i move my hand closer to his our fingers brushing together. 

“i am in deed, there this girl though” he start continuing to flirt “there always is” i muse “she gorgeous actually, intelligent, funny and can actually be a pain the ass sometime but i like it” “maybe she just has a great sense of humour” 

he narrows his eyes “maybe, she has excellent taste in clothes too, but i almost never see her out of the incredibly yellow waitressing uniform” his eyes fall to my lips then back up to my eyes.

the bell rings and i look past jughead to see Pete entering giving me a small wave before clocking in. i slip out of the booth “you have a thing for ronnie’s mum?” i place my hand over my mouth faking shock.

he exhales laughing and shaking my head at me “told you she was funny” i grab my bag from behind the counter and push on the door starting my journey home when i hear the bell ding followed by heavy steps.

“(y/n) wait” i turn and start walking backwards “you need something?” i ask turning forward when he finally catches up “let me walk you home?” he questions and i sigh “fine this way” he laces his hands with mine and we begin the short trip to my house.

we create small talk until the familiar house comes into view “this is me, thank you for walking me home” he smiles shyly “anytime” i go to walk up he steps but he stops me placing his hands on my face.

he presses his lips to mine in a sweet warm embrace, i kiss back instantly my hands darting to his suspenders pulling his body flush against my own. he smiles into the kiss and i break away stepping back a few steps.

 “what about hermione?” i tease.

“oh be quite and get your cute ass over here” i walk back over to him wrapping my arms around his neck as we continue to kiss butterflies thrashing my stomach.

best shift ever.

Good Shot

Clint x Reader

The sirens blared into your ears, the building rumbled underneath you. A panic flash back of the hot desert, the bullets spraying passed you, grabbed a hold of you. Collapsing on the ground, you bury your head into your bloodied knees. People were screaming and running around you, it all felt imploding until everything went silent. Your heartbeat was loud and rapid, tears fell down your face. It was inescapable. War was everywhere you went, tucked into every street corner.

“Ma’am,” a soft voice broke through the silence. A steady hand touched your shoulder, causing your hands to grip tighter against your head. Your body trembled violently, lips quivered as a little blood spilled from your mouth.

“Are you hurt? Let’s get you the hell out of here,” the man’s voice was calm and collective as he attempted to reach for your hand.

“Leave me alone,” you cried out.

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little miss sweet dreams

[archie andrews x reader] [hints of jason blossom x reader]

author’s note: when the inspiration hits you, it feels like a freight train. but in a fit of irony, it’s not painful. it’s actually quite fulfilling. hope you like this!

word count: 12,061 (yes. i know.)

here’s the song i used for inspo. it’s my favorite song in general atm: x

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You Can’t Hurry Love - Tom Holland

Words: 1176

Warnings: None :)

A/N: This was an idea I had and not a request even though I have loads of those haha… I will get round to them promise I just had the idea for this one and had to write it. And it’s named after the song ‘You Can’t Hurry Love’ by Phil Collins because it is an amazing song and I’m so into my 80s music at the moment.

And I’ve set this at this year’s BAFTAs because Tom won (I know I’m still shook) so I could play with that. :)

Oh and I’m really not happy with this one. Plot, fine, but its just how I’ve written it that I’m not happy with. So take it with a pinch of salt. This is easily the worst thing I’ve ever written. ^.^

Honestly, you regretted the break up with Tom every minute since it happened. And now you were doing a red carpet at the same time, and you knew that you would bump into him and see him.

You two didn’t break up because you didn’t like each other anymore or the relationship was failing, it was just that it turned into a very long distance relationship with both of you doing different projects and having no time in the middle to see each other. You didn’t want to break up and you couldn’t speak for Tom, but you hoped he didn’t either. It was a mutual decision and at the time was made for the best.

But tonight you hated that decision with a passion but didn’t know if you had any place to deal with it. Probably not. Tom had probably moved onto someone else that he saw more. It did make you sad but you couldn’t show it tonight. Not with all the cameras and press.

You got out of the black car that was taking you to the awards and took a deep breath because standing up straighter. Camera’s were already on you and you stopped for a few of them.

You were happy with how you looked tonight. The long lilac dress helped show off your figure and your hair had been curled and then pinned so it was off your face.

You moved on down the carpet and then saw Tom signing things for fans a few meters down from you. More people asked you to turn and face the cameras so you did but then turned back to look at Tom.

Now he had noticed you as well. You could see him staring, now completely oblivious to the fans right next to him shoving things in his face.

You bit your lip and supressed a grin. You couldn’t believe it. Tom was completely distracted by you. He knew you were going to be there so you ruled out that he was surprised to see you.

“Fans.” You mouthed to him and pointed towards them.

He seemed to snap out of his trance and turn his attention off you and back to the fans. You grinned to yourself as you moved further on down the carpet and past Tom. You hoped you wouldn’t get any questions about yours and Tom current relationship status. Because at the moment you didn’t know how to answer that. Not together, but you were still interested and you didn’t know about Tom.

You made it down the carpet gracefully and you actually enjoyed it. You went inside and soon found where you were supposed to be sitting. You weren’t up for an award tonight but you were still going as being an actress who was well liked and respected.

When it got to the Rising Star award your heart started beating hard against your chest in anticipation on whether Tom was going to win or not. You hoped so. He deserved it and as the public could vote, you were confident in the fact that the Marvel fans and his own fans could get behind him.

When his name was called and you became ecstatic and clapped as loudly as you could. Your heart swelled with happiness as you saw him make his way up to the stage with a big smile on his face.

His acceptance speech was brilliant and he looked so confident even though he was standing in front of many people.

You sat through the rest of the awards and were happy with what won what. You were debating whether or not to go and find Tom at the after party. You wanted to congratulate him but would it be awkward between you two if you did?

~ Time Skip to the After Party because I’m Now Being a Trashy Peasant With My Writing :) ~

It had been ages since you had been to a party like this with so many famous people. You couldn’t tell if you’d missed it or not. It was getting really late now and you could tell that people would start to leave soon.

You were wandering through the crowd of people when someone lightly grabbed your hand from behind.

“Hey.” You turned to see Tom standing behind you with a nervous smile on his face.

“Hi.” You said returning the smile, “Congratulations on winning by the way. You.. um deserve it.”

“Thanks.” He chuckled.

“Is Harrison here?” I asked just trying to be polite and keep any sort of awkwardness at bay.

“Yeah he is somewhere.” Tom said.

You nodded.

“Do you want to get some air?” Tom asked.

You nodded, “I was thinking of going anyway.”

“I’ll walk you back.”

“But what about Harrison, and your Mum and brothers?”

“They’ll be okay.” He smiled.

He looked like he was going to take your hand in his for a moment but then decided against it. You grinned as you followed him out of the crowd and out of the building. The cold night air of London was startling but nice.

“So how have you been?”

What since we broke up? You thought but put on a weak smile and said, “Fine, what about you?”

“Okay, just very busy.” He answered.

“I can understand that.” You laughed.

“Where are you staying?”

“In a hotel just a few blocks down. I could have ordered a car.”

“What you don’t like my company?”

You looked over at him and he had his eyebrows raised but was grinning at you.

“No of course I do.”

He looked satisfied with that answer as you both walked through London. You wished you could come here more often.

It didn’t take you long to get to the Hotel you were staying in and up to the floor where your suite was. You fumbled to get the keys out of your purse.

“Thanks for walking me back.” You said honestly to Tom. He was leaning up against the wall next to the door and you had to admit that he looked pretty damn sexy.

“Anytime Y/N.”

You wanted to kiss him. Do something to stop the regret you still felt.

“Um, Y/N?” Tom asked.

“Hmm?”

“Do you still like me?”

Well that was pretty open ended question. You still liked him. And you were pretty sure you still liked him. But could you tell him?

“Do you still like me?” You countered.

You didn’t get an immediate answer. It was like you both didn’t want to answer each other. Although you both knew the answer.

The next minute, Tom’s lips were on yours. You had missed kissing him, missed the feeling of having his body close to yours. He pushed you up against the door as you wrapped your arms round his neck.

“We should never have broken up.” You muttered breathlessly. There, you had said it.

“I second that.” Tom said as he kissed you again with even more passion than before.

You giggled into the kiss but then pulled away when you heard footsteps walking down the corridor. You grabbed the key for the door and opened the door quickly, Tom’s hands still on your waist.

Back still to the door, you pushed it open and grabbed Tom and pulled him with you.

“Someone’s in a rush.” He commented as you slammed the door behind him.

“Depends, how much time do you have?” You hummed seductively.

“All the time in the world.”

Caught In a Dream

Originally posted by sugutie

Genre; angst, implied smut

Word count; 1.2k

Warnings; cheating, mild sexual themes, extreme freaking angst…get ready

A/N hello everyone! this is my first time writing on tumblr and I hope that everyone will like the content I post on here! now please enjoy this really crappy piece of writing that I will continue later on


Jeon JungKook.

That name is all but too familiar for your liking. Everywhere you go, the name, “Jeon Jungkook” is chanted like a prayer; all under his religion.

Everyone adores him like some god from a Greek myth or a celebrity from an action movie. But in reality, he’s just a normal college student going for a degree in computer science at Seoul National.

You hated every single thing about Jeon Jungkook- from the way he talks to the way he walks. You hated how he’d always kiss up to a teacher to get an extra day to finish an essay or how he’d always ask you for help on the simplest  things like cooking rice or how to turn on the heater. You also hated that you were titled one of his best friends.

Why?

Because you were in love with the boy that is suppose to be your best friend. Jeon JungKook, your childhood best friend is now someone you force yourself to hate - someone you always downgrade in your mind to trick yourself that you weren’t love with him. That you were in love with your best friend.

But what does that do? You always end up falling for his bunny smile, his built physique, his round doe eyes and his soothing voice all over again. Everything about Jungkook bothered you in both good and bad, if that made any sense. You hated his bunny smile because it made him look like a child. But at the same time, you loved his bunny smile because he looked so innocent. Like someone without a single care in the world.

You could never confess to him what you’re feelings, though. JungKook is a taken man. A man taken by none other than your other best friend, and childhood friend. Hyun ShiYoung. ShiYoung, Jungkook and you were always together throughout your lives. You were all born the same year and had houses right next door from one another, your’s being in the middle of the three. The three of you grew up together, going to one another’s houses on a daily basis or walking to the park that was a few blocks away from where you lived.

Back when you were children, you didn’t have to think about finances, feelings, falling in love, school or even getting hurt. Because you knew that there would always be someone looking after you, someone protecting you. Now, you were all on your own. Thinking back to the times where you were so carefree and innocent made a frown come across your face.

“Why the frown, (Y/N)?” your seat mate asked as he look up from his computer.

You snapped back to reality when you heard his soft voice echo in your mind. Ah, you were in school.

“Nothing, Jimin,” you answered, a weak smile spread across your lips. You shouldn’t be thinking about this now.

“Alright. Just tell me if something’s wrong ok?”

“Mhm. Thank you,” you smiled. Your head then turned back to your computer, trying to figure out how the page you were writing for your paper would link to the thesis you were given. You were a law student, studying at Seoul National, same as JungKook and ShiYoung.

You were midway into a sentence when the professor announced the end of the period, telling you to leave his class in an orderly manner.

“Like that was going to happen.” You inwardly told the professor, knowing how  the students in this class were suffering as much as you were, trying to get the year over with. Looking around, you saw students practically running out the door of the class, some even tripping over themselves from walking too fast.

Gathering your things, you put your belongings into your bag as you looked for ShiYoung at the door. She always waited for you after this period, knowing that her professor always lets her class out 5 minutes earlier than your professor. When you saw her smiling face, you sighed as you quickly paced down the steps from where your seat was.

“(Y/N)! You take forever, hurry up! He’s probably already in his car waiting for us!” ShiYoung exclaimed, dragging your wrist the parking lot of the school.

“I still don’t know why I have to come with you guys. I’m just going to third-wheel your date,” you huffed as the two of you continued to walk quickly, approaching a black Mercedes C-350 that was parked with the engine on, waiting for the two of you to enter.

Immediately, you walked to the right side of the car, sliding into the backseat, while ShiYoung took her spot in the front passenger seat next to her boyfriend as they shared a peck on the lips as a greeting.

“Sorry we’re late, (Y/N) here was being a turtle again,” ShiYoung joked as her boyfriend start d driving toward the theater.

“It’s fine. I was only in here for about five minutes anyway,” he smiled, looking back at you through the rear-view mirror. “Thanks for coming with us (Y/N). The three of us haven’t hung out together much after ShiYoung and I started dating.”

“Anytime. You guys are my best friends after all,” you forced a smile to the boy.

“Kookie-ah, what movie are we watching?” ShiYoung looked at her boyfriend lovingly, grabbing onto his hand that was placed on his side.

“(Y/N) gets to pick this one. We picked the last two times already.”

“It’s fine if you guys want to pick! I’m cool with anything,” you said, not caring much about the movie.

“Okay. How about Iron Man? They’re playing reruns of them at the theater we’re going to,” JungKook smiled his bunny smile at ShiYoung, hoping she’d give in. You never really thought about how much Jungkook loved the Iron Man movies until you saw him have a whole collection of action figures.

“JungKook, we saw Iron Man last week for date-night. Can we watch that new melodrama movie that came out yesterday? It looks really interesting and (Y/N) said she wanted to see it too, right (Y/N)?” ShiYoung asked, looking back you with a smile on her face.

“Huh? Oh yeah, that one. Sure, I guess it seemed cool in the trailers,” you answered looking up from your phone.

“Alright then, it’s settled!” JungKook beams.


Throughout the movie, all the two of them would do was make-out and giggle to each other. That made you feel like an absolute third-wheel. Halfway through the movie, you excused yourself to the bathroom after the two of them stopped making out for a good five minutes.

 Instead of turning to the bathroom, though, you headed straight to the exit, because what you hated most was that you were head over heels in love with your best friend who was in a relationship with another one of your best friends. And that hurts.

A few weeks after the movie with JungKook and ShiYoung, you were on your couch in your apartment, FaceTiming your friend from high school back in Busan.

“How’s school going down there for you?” you asked JiHoon as he settled down into his chair with a cup of coffee.

“It’s been ok. Bet the schools up there are better though. Busan is still the same as always, which is good, I guess.” JiHoon wasn’t always the man of change. He liked everything staying the same, which is why he is currently still in Busan, studying for a literature degree.

“That’s good. How’s your music going? Still writing lyrics?” you asked, earning a bright smile from him. He always loved talking about music. Music has always been his passion and has always been his dream. But instead of taking a music course and going for an entertainment major, he took up the literature major since he thought he wouldn’t need the music major later on.

“It’s been going great actually! I’ve been working on a song for this one girl I really like. She works at that coffee shop the four of us used to go to after-school all the time,” JiHoon smiles as he thinks about her. JiHoon never tends to take interest in dating and relationships but seeing him happy makes you happy.

“That’s really great! I’m glad you’re happy,” you smile at him as you take a sip of your now-cold coffee that’s been sitting on your small coffee table for the past two hours. “Does she know about your alias, Mr. Woozi?” you joked as he blushed a light shade of pink. He thought up of that alias when he was just 15- when he first started writing music.

“Not yet. Not many people even know that Woozi is me, yet everyone knows who the infamous "Woozi” is. It’s comforting to see people liking my music,“ he smiles. You loved the dedication he put into his music and the meaning of every single song he’s ever written.

"You seem to like the girl! You should make a move before it’s too late.” The encouragement in your voice makes you think to yourself. If you’ve made a move before JungKook and ShiYoung became an item, would you be here now, or would you be wrapped up tightly in JungKook’s arms as the afternoon seeped in?

“(Y/N-ah. Earth to (Y/N)?” JiHoon snapped at the camera of his laptop, bringing you back from your train of what-if’s.

“Yeah? Oh sorry, I blanked.”

“Thinking about him?” JiHoon was the only person beside yourself to know about this crush you’ve had on JungKook for the past four years.

“Yeah, just a brief thought,” you said weakly, taking another sip of your cold coffee. You really needed to heat this up.

“Just tell the him. You’ve been in love with JungKook for four years. Four fucking years, (Y/N). That’s a long time,” he mumbled, writing something down in his notebook.

“I don’t want to ruin anything…”
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Oh you’re definitely going to ruin something. You were pinned up against the wall of a frat party. Pinned by JungKook, ShiYoung nowhere in sight.

“JungKook, w-what are you doing?” you asked, barely able to meet his eyes properly. This is wrong. Something’s wrong. JungKook would never do something like this because he is always, always right.

“Don’t act all innocent, ShiYoung. I saw how you were staring bullets into my back over there. Don’t you think it’s weird for my own girlfriend to not approach me at a frat party?” JungKook asked, his voice slurred, evidence of too much alcohol consumption.

Your eyes widen when you hear her name slip out of his mouth. Was he that drunk to not realize you weren’t ShiYoung? Slowly, you looked up at him, eyes widening when you see him biting his lip, making them red and swollen.

“JungKook-ah, get yourself toge-” you were cut off when his lips crashed roughly onto yours, making you gasp. This wasn’t right, you should push him off, slap him, make him realize he’s with you and not ShiYoung. But you didn’t. You let him kiss you like there was no tomorrow. You let him kiss you like he was actually yours and not her’s.

As the two of you pulled away for air, you looked up into his eyes, filled with lust and desire. No, you told yourself. No, walk away. Run away. Do something to stop him from making a mistake. Stop yourself from making a mistake.

But before you could’ve done anything, his lips crashed back onto yours, but this time, twice as rough and filled with more lust. You were fucked.

 The two of you somehow managed to make it to the second floor, squeezing through many, many other couples passionately kissing on your way up the stairs. Both of you stumbling into an empty room, JungKook didn’t bother locking the door.

“I love you so much,” JungKook mumbled into your neck. You felt a wave of hope that he was talking about you and not ShiYoung but you knew he wasn’t. She was always on his mind. She was always there.

 You let out a whimper as JungKook nibbled at the nape of your neck, surely making a mark and marking you his own, though you knew you weren’t. He started moving his lips down, leaving butterfly kisses along the way down to your collarbone. You let out a gasp as he sucked on a specific spot, making chills run up your spine.

“Only you could make me feel this way, ShiYoung-ah. Oh baby girl, you make me so horny, wearing such a skimpy dress like this. I want to fuck you so hard,” JungKook sighed as he unzipped the back of your dress. “Only you, ShiYoung,” he sighed again as he slammed you into the wall.

Your heart shattered after hearing those words slip out of his lips. This was the moment you were waiting for, though. For the past four years of being in love with him, you’ve always dreamed of this moment. The moment where he would tell you he loved you. The moment where he would leave love marks on you. But all of this was wrong.

“What’s wrong baby girl? You look upset,” JungKook looks at you with concern.

“Nothing, Kookie-ah. Continue, please,” you begged.

That was probably the biggest mistake you’d ever make in your life.

Wrong Place Wrong Time (1)

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF!
Part 1 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭. (☠️- Harm towards characters and Strong language.)

Summary: You end up in the wrong place at the wrong time and it has negative repercussions. Main characters include: Reader and EXO.

Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6 Part 7  Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19  Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 29 Part 30 Part 31 Part 32

Word Count: 2,467 


“Chanyeol no I can’t, honestly!” You whined, trying to pull your arm out of his tight grip, but his grasp was too tight and he continued to drag you along with him.

“Quit complaining Y/N, this will all be worth it. I promise”. He dragged you round a corner and you could hear the sound of muted music not far away.
You and Chanyeol had been close friends since he was 14 and you were 12. 10 years and counting. He lived across the street from your house, you’d noticed him often and saw him in the neighbourhood of course, but you never spoke to him. It wasn’t until the day that you had realised that you were in the same school that you began to speak, sometimes he’d speak to you during lunch breaks, depending on his mood but mostly you’d walk home together or watch a film at one another’s, it always felt good knowing someone in an older year group. It had made you feel like the ‘it’ girl and you couldn’t lie about the fact that you enjoyed the jealousy that other girls elicited, he was cute after all, but you had only ever really seen him as a brother and that was good enough for you.
Ever since you had started working as an apprentice at a business firm last year, Chanyeol was constantly trying to make you spend more time with him since he didn’t really see you much in the day. He worked too, although he didn’t have specific shifts, it seemed as though he could be called out whenever. Chanyeol never really went into depth about his job and so you didn’t really know what his occupation was over the last 4 years. You assumed his job wasn’t one he could boast about and so you didn’t want to pry and push him to explain himself if that wasn’t what he was willing to do.

So here you currently were, standing outside of a club that you really didn’t have the time for and just as equally, didn’t have the desire to be at.
“Chanyeol seriously,” you groaned “I have an important meeting with the boss tomorrow, I have to be on my top form, I don’t have time for this”

“You’ve been saying that to me for the past year Y/N. You really should make time for your friends you know.” He smacked you lightly on the wrist as if scolding you and pulled you inside the club.

Music was blaring out loud, lights dancing around the room. The night was young, yet there were already a number of drunken people on the dance floor. Great, you thought to yourself rolling your eyes.

“Don’t be such a killjoy Y/N” Chanyeol nudged you in the back with his elbow. You sighed frowning up at him.

“You know I can’t stand drunken people Chan, and clubs for that matter.” You looked around the room in disgust, and felt a sense of defeat as you came to the realisation that Chanyeol would not permit you to leave anytime soon. He dragged you towards the bar and made you sit on a stool.
“I’m not thirsty” You said dully looking at how his hair that had turned a bright purple under the fluorescent lights.

“You don’t have to be.” He said, sliding a glass of something or other across the bar towards you. “Drink up” He clinked his glass against yours, and downed whatever was in his cup in one breath. You quirked your brow and shook your head at him.

“Why?” you asked, screwing your face in disgust. He laughed at your reaction and pulled a face back.
“Why not?”
You shook your head again, thinking of the many ways in which you could try to escape this situation, but nothing came to mind, so unfortunately for you, you were stuck. You tried to pass time by scrolling through your phone, whilst Chanyeol bought himself another drink and finished yours for you, when a familiar looking man walked up to the two of you. You recognised his short dark hair and big round eyes, he walked up to Chanyeol, the height difference growing even more apparent the closer he got.
“So you decided to come then?” he stared at Chanyeol, looking seriously unimpressed. Chanyeol jumped spilling some of the drink in his cup on his shirt.
“Ahhh, Shit –Kyungsoo, man what the fu- you scared me asshole.”

“Pay more attention then.” He replied in a less than bothered tone. “How many times have I told you, it’s D.O. when we’re out here!?” He paused for a moment, just noticing you were there, he glanced over at you, his expression unchanging then turned back to Chanyeol. “Why did you bring her here?”

You scoffed. Stupid prick you thought to yourself, you had bumped into Kyungsoo on more than one occasion and he made it very clear that he wasn’t your biggest fan. Although he never outwardly did or said anything to offend you, it was his expressions that pissed you off the most; he just always looked angry and unimpressed to see you, and then spoke about you to Chanyeol like you weren’t there. One time you’d even heard him say to Chanyeol that he should no longer continue to have a friendship with you, who did this prick think he was. You scoffed again looking down at your phone screen and waiting impatiently for Chanyeol to defend your honour and to be honest he wasn’t doing an amazing job at it.

“Come on Kyungsoo –”

“D.O.”

“Whatever. Look it’s not a bad night out, we’re alright tonight. Okay just chill out” he patted him on the back, and took a quick look at you over his shoulder. You were still scrolling on your screen but were looking at them in your tunnel vision. Pathetic, one of your oldest friends couldn’t even stick up for you properly.

“That’s not the point Chanyeol, how many times have I told you not to mix business with pleasure, this place isn’t a joke. You of all people should know that. Get her out of here now.” You could just about hear them over the loud music. What was Kyungsoo talking about, business and pleasure? Did Chanyeol work here at the club?

“Kyungsoo, I –”

“D.O.! God damn it Chanyeol! And no, just get her out!`” he hissed taking a quick peek at you over his shoulder then signalling for the bartender to pour him a drink. Chanyeol took a deep breath and stood up from his stool walking over to you.
“We should go Y/N” he said poking your leg playfully.
On any other day you would’ve been more than happy for him to request you leave the club. In fact 10 minutes ago you would’ve been happy at his suggestion. But now not so much, only because you felt you had to prove a point to Kyungsoo.

“No I’m fine, I’ve just started easing in” You smiled up at him, and signalled to the bartender for a drink.

“But you have work tomorrow, I wouldn’t want you to get too tired or drunk or anything” Chanyeol laughed nervously, why was he acting so strangely and why was he actually following Kyungsoo’s orders.
“Oh?” you hung your head on the side, looking directly into his eyes. “So now you care about my work? I’m fine Chanyeol I’m staying put and I handle my drink, you know getting drunk isn’t my thing.”

“You should listen to your friend” Kyungsoo said, lifting his head to look at you, his expression still blank. “This is no place for a woman who has work early in the morning. A hangover isn’t the best outfit to wear to work now, is it?”
Such a condescending bastard. You let a shaky breath through the best fake smile you could plaster on your face.
“Thanks for your concern, but once again, I can handle myself. Thanks. Kyungsoo” you added spitefully at the end. He glowered at you momentarily then dragged his eyes away and back down to his cup. You smiled to yourself and let out a breath of victory. If your friend wasn’t going to defend you, you’d do it yourself.
Just then another man approached you, He was a little bit taller than Kyungsoo and his black hair was parted down the middle, showing way to his forehead, you found that you couldn’t tear your eyes from his boxed jaw as he spoke.

“I’ve just got word from upstairs that they’re lurking. Have you got anything on you?” He looked between both Kyungsoo and Chanyeol. Kyungsoo nodded whilst Chanyeol shook his head

“Why haven’t you got your –” The guy paused and stared at you for a minute. Sighing heavily he turned his attention back to Chanyeol. “How many times have I told you not to bring your whores to the club Chan?”
Whore! Who the fuck was he calling a whore!?

“She’s not a whore” Chanyeol frowned, taking a step closer to you. The second guy laughed lightly and smiled and Chanyeol.
“So what is she? A ‘lady of the evening’ Chanyeolie, a whore is a whore, stop being so modest” he smiled smugly and eyed you up and down hungrily, making you feel sick. You were so ready to punch him in the face.
“She’s not a whore, she’s his friend” Kyungsoo said. His expression finally changing, into one of disgust, but it changed nonetheless.
“What” The second guy frowned, looking at your face “So you’re not a whore? Then what are you doing here?”
“No Jongdae, she’s not a whore. Stop it” Chanyeol pouted, irritation evident on his face.
Jongdae. Waste of a nice name you thought to yourself.

“Why the fuck are you calling me Jongdae out here? And where are your arms?” Jongdae flicked Chanyeol in the forehead.
“Because he’s an asshole, he’s been calling me Kyungsoo all night. And also because, again, he is an asshole” Kyungsoo grunted and threw Chanyeol a look of disgust.
Just then the music cut and you heard a loud bang. Followed by a handful of screams.
“Oh my God, what was that?” your eyes were wondering around the room frantically trying to find where the noise came from. But you couldn’t see much as there were people running about widely.
“Chanyeol I told you to get your friend out of here, what part of that didn’t you understand!” Kyungsoo shouted, this time his face was alight with rage, and he pulled out a gun from his inner blazer pocket.
Oh my God. Your eyes widened and you began to panic, why did he have a gun. What was going on. Without even having the chance to think, Chanyeol grabbed your wrist and pulled you off of the stool towards the door, but when you had reached, a lanky man standing there with what looked like a machete was blocking the exit. He smiled at you coyly causing Chanyeol to step back, his grip still tight around your wrist.
“Fuck!” He shouted running with you back to the bar where Jongdae and Kyungsoo were still standing, but this time armed.

Oh, it had just clicked. Arms.

“Why the fuck is she still here?” Jongdae screamed at Chanyeol “And why the fuck didn’t you bring your arms?”
“The doors blocked. And we were supposed to be good tonight! This isn’t my fault”
“Have you ever heard of an ambush Chanyeol? God damn it!” Jongdae ran a hand through his hair in anger.
“Stop arguing you two” Kyungsoo grumbled handing Chanyeol a glass bottle. Chanyeol knocked it against the counter of the bar, smashing the end, he was left behind with a jagged weapon.

“Chan- Chanyeol, what are you doing, what’s happening?” You whimpered, tears forming in the back of your eyes. You were so scared and you needed some air otherwise you were sure you’d pass out.
“Don’t ask him stupid questions right now whore. Can’t you see we’re busy?” Jongdae hissed at you, slipping a gun out of his back pocket and disappearing to the end of the dance floor.

“She’s seen too much” Kyungsoo shook his head at you, you were sure you’d never seen anyone so angry in your life and you were dangerously close to bursting out crying.
“Just get her out of here, through the back Chanyeol, we’ll discuss this later. Suho is not going to be happy!”
Chanyeol grabbed your wrist again pulling you towards the back of club, near the DJ kit.

“Chanyeol, what’s going on?” You cried, unable to hold back your tears any longer, you were terrified and your heart was beating wildly against your chest.

“Don’t ask me questions right now Y/N” he shouted, he sounded so hostile; he had never sounded like this before. You were wondering whether or not it was actually Chanyeol you heard, because it was impossible for such a friendly giant to be this type of way.
You had just approached the corner, about to make it out through the emergency exit when all of a sudden a man with a knife had jumped out of the shadows towards you. Chanyeol let go of your hand, pushing you to the ground. You landed hard on your back, closing your eyes wincing at the pain. When you opened your eyes again you saw Chanyeol pushing the broken bottle into the man’s neck and ripping it out again, he pushed him down on the floor beside you and stomped on his windpipe with the heel of his foot.
You let out a blood curdling scream. “Oh my God Chanyeol. You –Oh my God” You were hyperventilating shock was starting to kick in and you couldn’t breathe.
“It was either you or him, which did you prefer?!” He shouted “Now get up and let’s get out!” but you were paralysed in your spot, unable to move. Sighing he picked you up and threw you over his shoulders, running outside through the emergency exit.

You had been outside for a minute now, regaining your breath. Chanyeol had positioned you between the wall and his body so you could stay upright. Just as you were finally beginning to calm down. A car screeched to a halt beside you. It was blacked out and you couldn’t see who was in there at all. The window was wound down and a gun thrown out. Chanyeol caught it with his right hand and pushed you towards the car.

 “Get in” he said gruffly.

 “What?” You breathed, barely a whisper.

 “I said get in the fucking car Y/N and be quick about it!” He held the gun up to your head. Not making him repeat himself a second time you walked towards the back door, when it swung open from the inside.

“Get in, whore.”

Entanglement: Part 3

Entanglement: Part 3

Word count: 8.7k

Genre/Warnings: polyamory, angst, dirty talk, Dom! Jin, Sub! Namjoon

Pairing: Jin x Reader x Namjoon

Summary: You and Namjoon go on a business trip with Jin and you finally get to meet his family.

(sorry for mistakes, i’ve had kind of a shitty day. Enjoy :) )

Parts: onetwo


You were more than ready for tomorrow. Once you left work you were on a plane to Jin’s hometown. You are more than excited but also couldn’t be more nervous. You didn’t know which one balanced the other out. On one hand you got to see Jin’s family which you were very curious about but you were also very scared to meet them because you knew they would instantly judge you.

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Title: Teeny Bopper Date Bait (Reader x Peter Parker)

Summary: The reader and Peter are used for observation purposes on a fake date, one that Natasha and Tony secretly hope will become real.

Word Count: 1964

A/N: This request was so much fun + I tried to make it a little different and i really like it. I hope you enjoy! 

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Right Under Their Noses

A/N: An anon request where the reader is really innocent, or she seems to be. She’s an intern for the BAU and does all these things that drive Reid crazy. One day he loses it, one thing leads to another, and some stuff happens at work ;) @coveofmemories @sexualemobitch @jamiemelyn

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It had been three months since Y/N had started at the Bureau as an intern and it was safe to say he was losing his goddamn mind. If she wears that pencil skirt again I’m going to explode. When he looked up, sure enough, there she was, walking out from the elevator in that black pencil skirt that hugged her curves to perfection, accompanied by a purple silk blouse that flowed loosely around her and a delicate silver necklace that ended just above her breasts. She has to know where that draws the eye? Right? 

As she headed toward his desk, he put his head in his hands, hoping to wipe the image of Y/N pinned up against the wall and his lips against her neck out of his mind. But no such luck. “Hey, Spencer,” she greeted. She bit her lip just slightly before she smiled; he’d noticed that she did it with him and with Emily, but no one else. “How are you this morning?”

Besides imagining your legs around my waist and your lips on mine, I’m swell Y/N. But that obviously couldn’t come out of his mouth, so instead he composed himself and decided on something less forward. “I’m okay. A little wired this morning. Probably too much caffeine. But otherwise okay.”

“That’s good,” she said softly, stifling a yawn as she turned toward the coffee maker. “I’m the opposite. I haven’t had any caffeine this morning. After I get a cup for myself is there anything I can help with?”

Y/N was low on the totem pole, even when it came to interns. She was a top-notch cyber hacker, just like Garcia, but she still needed fine-tuning to do what Garcia did, so she was here to work with her, and when Garcia had nothing for her to do, or there was no case, she was supposed to help any other member of the BAU with whatever they needed. A lot of times that meant grabbing coffee, fetching papers, and digging up files from the cabinets downstairs. “Well, if you wouldn’t mind grabbing me another cup of coffee while you’re over there I would appreciate it, and I do need some files from downstairs.”

“No problem.” Spinning on her heels, she headed back to the coffee machine before turning around once more. “You take coffee with your sugar, right?”

“Yea. Bad habit.” When she giggled, everything about her shined even brighter than before. Her soft curls bounced with each laugh. The laugh lines around her eyes crinkled - some might be put off by lines, but to him, they just proved how care free and light-hearted she was, which only made him like her more. Heart-shaped lips opened up into a giant grin. Basically, she smiled with her whole body.

As she finally went to grab coffee, he watched as she hurriedly grabbed cups, placing them where they needed to be before pressing the needed buttons on the machine. In her haste, a piece of her hair fell in front of her face. He watched as she blew a puff of air upward to move the piece of hair, and he couldn’t help but laugh as she repeated the motion over and over again; nothing was working. You must stop doing that. It was embarrassing how badly he had it for her. It was the simple things he did that drove him crazy. When she was running around like a chicken with its head cut off, trying to get everything for everyone (and succeeding), she’d place her phone in her bra, so he’d be tortured every time she touched herself. If she put her hair back, he nearly lost it - something about the act of her putting her hair up turned him on. Probably because you’re imagining what she might be doing immediately following putting her hair up.

It was basically pathetic. And it was getting to the point where other people were noticing. Morgan had, on more than one occasion, come up behind him and slapped him on the shoulders, saying he should just go for it because he obviously had it bad. He was so lost in his daydream, imaging her lips around his cock, when she came back with his coffee. Not appropriate, Spencer. “Now what files do you need?” she asked, placing his sugared coffee down on the desk.

Doing his best to keep the images out of his head (and failing miserably), he handed her a list of file numbers that he was looking for. “Okay, I’m still getting used to the system down there, which I think is going to go the way of the dodo soon because Penelope wants to make everything digital, but it’ll take me a bit to find them. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” Again, a piece of hair fell in front of her face and she grunted, clearly having what women called a ‘bad hair day.’ “The hair does not want to cooperate with me today.” The laugh that rumbled through her sent delicious shivers up his spine. He was not going to be able to go much longer without at least telling her how he felt about her. Not the I-wanna-fuck-you-up-against-a-wall thing, but the I-think-we-could-be-really-good-together thing.

Quickly, she turned around and put her hair up, sauntering away, leaving Spencer to stare at her ass as she rounded the corner to the staircase. I can’t do it. He stood up from the desk. I have to say something. At least, if she knows and doesn’t feel the same way, I can find a way to move past it. I have to know. She had a few minutes on him, but he’d probably be catching her just as she got to the file room.

Apparently, he’d been in some kind of state (which sucked because he thought he was masking it), because the second he stepped into the file room, Y/N spun around and dropped a file. “Oh, Spencer,” she breathed, “It’s just you. You scared me.”

“Sorry,” he said honestly. “I didn’t mean to.”

“Did you forget a case number you need?” Another thing she did was pushing her tongue up against her teeth when she smiled. There was something about it that was so sweet, he couldn’t help but crush harder anytime he saw her do it. 

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “No, the cases are fine. It’s me.”

“You? What’s you?”

“I like you,” he said. Well, didn’t expect it to come out that quickly. Goddammit. “A lot.”

“Really?” She inhaled sharply, subconsciously placing her hand on her chest. Don’t do that. “Why me? I’m a nobody.” Did she really think that?

“Not to me,” he replied. “Ever since you started, I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re sweet, kind, funny, intelligent, not to mention beautiful.”

“I had no idea you felt that way about me,” she said. “Umm, I would be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about you too - a lot.” The blush that accompanied that last bit made him think that maybe ‘thinking about him’ meant exactly what he thought it meant.

Well that’s a relief. Locking the door behind him, he closed the space between them and brought her flush against him. At first, the kiss was tentative, feeling things out and trying to see if what they’d built up in their heads was just that or if it was real. He ran his lips up the side of her neck and back toward her lips and felt a jolt roll through him. This was without a doubt real. “Does that camera work?” she asked, looking toward the one camera above their heads. 

“It doesn’t,” he breathed. With the risk of getting caught cut down to almost nothing, she unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a black, lacy bra, while he hitched up her skirt. Her panties matched. “You’re gorgeous.”

She palmed the bulge in his pants and licked her lips. The gesture was sexual before, but now, he was near explosion. Backing herself into the wall, she lifted her legs up around his waist and pulled the lace to the side. “Are you sure?” he asked. “I don’t want you to think that this is all I want. But I would be lying if I said I didn’t want this too.”

“Everyone has two sides to them, Spencer,” she breathed into his ear. “You said I was sweet. Well, I am, but I can be not so sweet too. I want this. You. Now.” Thank whatever deity existed. He reached down and pushed his boxers off as much as was necessary. When he slid inside her, both let out an audible groan, which they had to stifle for fear of being heard. 

He pushed up, luxuriating in the feel of her legs gripping tighter around his waist. “Go ahead,” she said, biting down gently on his earlobe. “Fuck me while our co-workers are upstairs.” He was pretty sure he was about to explode into a billion little pieces. Her hands had wandered to behind his head, but he really wanted to fulfill that image in his head of taking her up against the wall, so he reached back, grabbed both of her hands and placed them above her head so he was in control. “Oh my god.”

As he pushed up into her wet heat over and over again, the silk blouse fell to the sides revealing taut peaks underneath delicate lace. He buried his face into her chest as she arched back off the wall, moaning his name in his ear. “You’re so wet,” he breathed, licking a trail up her chest and meeting her lips again. 

“For you. I’ve thought very bad things about you since I started.”

“Like what?”

She bore down with her pelvic muscles, constricting his cock in such a way that he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. “Well, the first thing I thought about was having my lips around your cock.”

He grunted at the thought and pushed into her one last time, before pulling out and spilling into his hand. They were already cutting it close with time and location. The last thing they needed was a mess. She pushed off of him and buttoned her blouse again, fixing her skirt so that no one would be any the wiser, while he cleaned himself up with a tissue. “Now I’m gonna go to the bathroom to clean myself up, but maybe later…”

“Yes,” he said, giving her a kiss and stuffing the tissue into his pocket. “First things first, your lips around me.”

“And then your lips on me.”

Brett Talbot imagine

@booklover240 made this first request, so here we go!

Request; You and Brett are in a relationship. You went together with him to the game where he meets Liam again. And he was being rude but you or I step in and apologize for Brett and they are shocked to see you. And Brett gets possessive/jealous.

Originally posted by lilbetapupliam

“I can’t wait to see Liam, and give him shit for what he did.” Brett mumbled as you picked your head up off his shoulder. 

“Brett, why do you have to dwell on the past? It happened months ago.” you said. “Besides, he’s paid for it, just let it go.” you groaned. 

“Babe, he’s going to pay for tonight, when I kick his ass into next week.” he laughed. 


You rolled your eyes, for the millionth time in five minutes. Ever since you left school he has been talking non-stop about it. “How’d you get coach to let you ride with us?” he questioned.

“I told him that if I couldn’t, I would tell mom.”  Yes I know what you’re thinking, the coach is my father. Cliché right. “Brett, why do you hold a grudge against Liam?”  I hummed. 

“Because, he ruined your fathers car, just for benching him. Imagine what else he could’ve done. I’m thankful it only went as far as the car.” he grumbled. 

“Alright folks, we’re here, please make sure all your gea-Talbot get your hands where I can see them-” my dad glared at Brett. “-make sure all your gear and equipment are OFF the bus. Let’s go!” he yelled. 

After everyone was off the bus, and getting their gear, Liam Dunbar approached the scene. It was an awkward scene unfolding, then he spoke. 

“I just wanted to say.., have a good game.” he says sticking out his hand to shake. I stood next to Brett, hanging onto his arm, as he starts laughing. 

“That’s cute Liam, is that what they told you to say in anger management? Apologize and everything’s fine? You demolished coaches car.” 

“I paid for it.” 

“Yeah you’re going to pay for it. We’re gonna break you in half out there, and it’s going to be all..your..fault.” he taunted. 

Out of nowhere, two Beacon Hills boys ran over to stop the scene from progressing. 

“Hey, whoa, hey what’s going on prep-students! Welcome to our public high school, Stiles-” Stiles said as he stuck out his hand. “-firm handshake you got there. Very excited for the scrimmage tonight, but uh- no rough stuff, keep it clean out there. Alright see you on the field.” he said as he scrambled away. 

You felt really bad about how Brett treated Liam. “Hey wait up!” you yelled to the three. As you went to follow, Brett grabbed your wrist harshly, “Where do you think you’re going?” 

“To apologize for you being an asshole.” you spat back. As you went to go find them, the rest of the team oohed in the background. As you rounded the corner, you saw them come out of the locker room. “Hey, Liam!” you said “Listen, I’m really, really sorry about Brett. His ego is his only defense. Don’t listen to him, my dad has forgiven and forgotten. Okay? Go have a good game, and don’t let him scare you.” you said as you walked away. 

“(y/n)!” he yelled, and you turned around

“Yeah?” 

“Thanks.” he smiled 

“Anytime.” you smiled back. 

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Later as the game was about to start, you had to find Liam again to make sure he wasn’t backing out, because of Brett. 

“Hey Liam!” you said as you came into sight of him and his friend. “I wanted to make sure you weren’t backing out because of Talbot over there.” 

“No, I would never.” he laughed. 

“Okay, so I’ll see you soon? Good luck.” You said as you hugged. Little did you know that Liam’s eyes met Brett’s as you hugged, and Brett became overly jealous, because Liam’s hands were a little to far south for his liking. You stepped back and started walking towards Brett. “Hey babe.” you said as you went in for a kiss, and he avoided you. “What’s the matter?” you asked innocently. 

“Having fun being Liam’s girlfriend today?” he bitterly asked. 

“What are you talking about?” you asked bewildered. 

“You go to comfort him again our fight, then you hug him, and let him touch your ass?” he said angrily. “Well I’m going to tell you one thing.” he said as he grabbed you and pulled you close.” You’re mine. Not his.” he said as he kissed you passionately. When you were done it dawned on you what he was doing, and why he was acting like this. 

“Are you being jealous?” you giggled.

“No, I’m proving your mine.” he grinned and pointed in Liam’s direction. You turned around to not only see Liam, but the rest of his team looking at us. 

“You’re ridiculous.” you laughed walking towards the bleachers. 

“And you’re butt is ridiculous.” he laughed giving it a good smack. 

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-I hope this is what you were looking for, enjoy! 

Rich World-building and Magic the Gathering

So this is a post I’ve wanted to make for a while, but I decided to wait for Hour of Devastation to come out because a lot of it is based on Amonkhet block as a whole. Originally I was going to call it “Shallow Worldbuilding” and talk about how the worldbuilding since Battle for Zendikar block has been dissatisfying to me, but I decided to flip it and talk about when magic has done it exceptionally well instead. 

First I want to note that narrative and worldbuilding are obviously different elements of story. The kind of stories you can tell through trading cards lean heavily toward worldbuilding. It’s easy to show setting with magic cards, but it’s much harder to show things like character development, plot progression, twists, climaxes, rising action and all that stuff. This is why in general, second and third sets of blocks are less favourably received than the first, because the first set’s entire job is introducing you to the world. 

The story columns that go up on WotC’s website are probably better now than they ever have been before. I remember trying to get in to magic’s story back in return to ravnica, and finding a bunch of disjointed short stories giving snapshots into what life on the plane is like. This is something the cards already do, so using magic story to provide the core narrative is shoring up a weakness pretty cleverly. However, as the magic story columns got better, something happened. The worlds became less interesting, less real. Maybe it’s because they became more focused toward supporting the core narrative when creative got better at doing that. To show you what I mean, I want to talk about an example that did it right and one of my favourite worlds that WotC has ever made: Theros. 

I don’t hear that much positivity around Theros. Mechanically, I can see why the set disappointed some people, but creatively I see it as a massive success and it’s largely the measuring stick I compare future worlds to. The reason why I love Theros so much can be summarized in one card:    

Setessa, one of the three main poleis of Theros, is a Matriarchal society of adopted orphans that encourages it’s young men to travel around the world once they reach a certain age. I remember this because it’s such a strange and obscure fact to put into the world of a card game. It does not affect any aspect of the story and has no ramifications for Elspeth’s quest. But it does flesh out the world, and assure us of it’s depth. I remember Setessa, Meletis and Akros because they have distinct identities even beyond the colours they are attuned with. I even remember Asphodel and Odunos, the two undead cities that typify the different kinds of Noston in the world. I have some idea of idea of the life a person might lead in Theros.

When building a world for a story, your first job is to convince me that people live there. Whatever you do next - for example, destroying that plane and wiping out it’s people - will not matter if I don’t accept the verisimilitude of your world. Part of verisimilitude is obscure, almost illogical details like the ritual exile of young men from Setessa. This is not in the story for any plot-related reason, so I have to conclude it’s there because it’s part of what it means to be a Setessan, just the same as there is no logical reason for why we dress our children up like monsters and tell them to ask strangers for candy. 

Zendikar has a rich, believable world with a recognizable identity but Battle for Zendikar forgot this depth and unleashed devastation upon a populace that didn’t feel real for me, and left me unmoved. Innistrad is a masterclass in tone, but it is less a world than it is an aesthetic or a gallery of horror tropes and so creative can feed it’s citizens to all the eldritch monsters they want and I won’t care (okay, except for Hal and Alena). Naktamun is a name I had to look up even though the block it features in isn’t fully released yet, because it has roughly the identity of only one of the major cities in Theros’ setting. Why is this? 

For me it comes down to a lack of detail. Everything we’ve seen in Amonkhet about their culture is purposeful, and part of a very precise machine - both the diegetic (or in-world) machine of Bolas’ plot and the non-diegetic machine of Creative’s storyline. The amount of contrivances that Amonkhet’s setting has to jump through in order to make the plot work is ridiculous. The Gods are so easily manipulated that they seem scarcely more competent than a mortal - indeed, they are less astute than Samut is - and the city of Naktamun somehow has to survive in an isolated snowglobe. Now yes, everything is explained; the people of Amonkhet were left without elders to guide them and the gods were brainwashed by Bolas, so the city was entirely indoctrinated. Every single citizen can spend all their time training for trials that they die in because the annointed zombies take care of everything else. It all holds up to logic (a flimsy fantasy logic but still) but the end result isn’t really anything interesting. Naktamun has no artisans, no artists, no politicians, no history, no traditions or culture outside of the one forced upon them. Naktamun is a factory, a never-ending gym class, because that’s what the story required. The entire setting of Amonkhet is a means to an end, that end being Bolas gets an army. Was that worth it? You have to ask that question with every story-telling decision you make. You gave up the opportunity to craft a detailed fictional culture for the opportunity to give Bolas’ zombies a backstory. I would have preferred an Egypt set in a real, living world. Frankly you could tell me that Bolas somehow attained a zombie army off-screen and I wouldn’t question it, considering it’s just fine for him to brainwash and/or mutate gods off-screen just fine.

The creative team is really good at what they do and I have a lot of faith in them, but I’d urge them not to get lost in just tying up the loose ends of a plot. This is a cold and mechanical way to tell a story. Remember that the first and most important step is to populate your world with something we can believe in, and ask if what you are giving up is worth what you are getting in return. 

Finally I want to just throw back to the last time we had a rich, developed world and a solid core narrative at the same time by talking about Khans block. Khans of Tarkir is my favourite set and block because we got a world with ten distinct, well-rounded cultures and a rich history that we were allowed to experience. Khans block is when the online story columns started to turn around, so we had weekly chapters that kept us updated on the core story and snippets of the expansive, beautiful world of Tarkir from the cards. I remember the names of Tarkir’s river deltas, swamps, mountain ranges and monasteries. It incorporated aesthetics of Mongolian, Ottoman-Turk, Tibetan, Siberian, Persian and Indian inspiration without losing it’s identity to them. 

We wanted a return to Zendikar because it felt like we were escaping to a world of adventure and possibility. We wanted to return to Innistrad because it’s identity resonates so deeply. Kaladesh was wonderful because our first experience of it was the Inventor’s Fair, which was a beautiful example of the world’s culture. It’s the worlds you invent that keep us coming back. The Gatewatch are fine, but the real protagonist of any block should be the setting. I don’t care about the inner workings of an assembly line, and I won’t be clamoring for a return to Amonkhet anytime soon.

A Girl Called Mike - Part 2

Originally posted by highwaytosupernatural

Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader

Word Count: About 3500

Summary: The reader disguises herself during hunting jobs as a man named Mike and has met up with the Winchesters several times. They are unaware of her true identity. Feeling they know and trust Mike, they agree to invite the reader to the bunker.

Click Here for Part 1

Warnings: Language, Violence

This is purely for a hobby and my enjoyment. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I am by no means a writer so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors. I appreciate any feedback or suggestions! 

Special thanks to @misguidedconqueress for the suggestions, feedback and for putting up with me! :)

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“Listen, there’s something I feel like I should tell you.” You started and paused, the next words not coming out of your mouth. “This place is sick. You bring all the babes down here?” You raved, keeping up the demeanor.

“Not quite, only a few close friends know about it. We keep it pretty private.” Sam stated.

“Ah, too bad, I could totally see a pole right here.” You showed them between the war room and the library, kicking yourself mentally for taking it too far.

Dean hit Sam’s shoulder with the back of his hand. “Not a bad idea.” He agreed with a chuckle.

“Respectfully so.” You cleared your throat. “So, uh, for the Vodnik, I can go through any of these books?” You asked Sam.

“Yeah, of course, I’ll help you out.” Sam responded.

“No, I don’t want to be a burden.” You said.

“It’s okay, he gets off on it.”  Dean rationalized.

“I’m sure there is something more important for you to be doing.” You started again.

“Other than looking for another case, not really.” Sam insisted.

“Well, while you two nerds continue your sleep over, I’m going to grab some grub.” Dean joked and left for the kitchen.

“So, you got a system in place here?” You asked Sam.

“Yeah, some chronologically, others geographically.” Sam explained.

“This thing seemed to have an accent. East European.” You hypothesized.

“Okay. That gives me an idea of where we could start.” Sam concluded, grabbing some books off the shelves and handing them to you.

Not soon after you had started flipping through the pages, Dean came out with burgers and beer that no diner or bar could ever come close too.

“Oh my god,” You said with your mouth full. “This is the best thing I’ve ever put in my mouth.”

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Love Unintentional (Part 2)

Word Count: 2842

A/M: So this is Part Two of my story *Love Unintentional (Part 1). The first one went extremely well and I’m so happy for it, thank you! :) There will be more parts to this story, look for them the next coming fridays! I hope you like it! Tell me if you do! Xx

*Other Parts: Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6


The driver pulled up to the curb on your side as a red carpet welcomed you to the premiere. Suddenly you felt butterflies in your stomach as you looked out the window to the crowd of people, fans and cameras. With the thoughts of your boyfriend and relationship in peril still in your mind, you began to feel sick. 

 

“Hey.” You heard Harry call your attention, “It’ll be okay. You’ll do fine." 

"But what if they ask a question that I don’t know how to answer? What if something slips and this huge lie is out there? If that happens we’re both screwed.” You frowned now feeling more anxious than ever.

He just simply smiled, “Just stay with me when doing interviews. I’ll handle it." 

"What are you going to say then?" 

"We’ll tell them the truth." You raised an eyebrow not understanding what the hell he meant by that. But he just shrugged it off, "If you’re ever feeing anxious or nervous, just come over to me. I’ve got you.” He assured which made you feel a lot better. 

He smiled, “Now stay right here. I’ll get the door for you.” It was then that you realized that he had held your hand the whole drive as he finally let it go. 

You felt yourself blush, until he finally showed up as he opened the door to your side and smiled, “It’s now or never love.” He said as he reached his hand out to you. 

You smiled and took it as you stepped out of the car with him arm in arm. 

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mac-noa  asked:

Okay, so I'm not much of a kandreil fan but I do like the idea of Kevin thinking of Neil as attractive. Could you write a prompt where Neil and Kevin are out somewhere without Andrew and someone starts hitting on Neil, and Neil is like totally oblivous about it and almost agrees to a date, so Kevin saves him by pretending to be his boyfriend.

Okay so i know you said you didn’t want kandreil, soooooo I crossed out the super gay parts. You’re welcome. (sorry this took so long!) If anyone else wants more of this or anything else, you only have to ask me here!


  • Kevin fucking knows Neil is pretty, okay? 
  • He’d actually never used that word to describe a boy before meeting Nathaniel as a child 
  • He had light blue eyes and long long lashes 
  • He had a cute little smile and dimples and rosy cheeks 
  • His hair was curly and looked so soft 
  • Kevin was always ruffling it as they were practicing, both to congratulate Nathaniel and have an excuse to touch it 
    • Neil flinched away at first, but it was the first positive touch that he’d felt in almost forever, so he eventually leaned into it 
  • He was a very pretty kid, a very cute one 
  • Even after nearly collapsing from dramatized exhaustion, he was adorable 
  • That feeling of “I love this kid” disappeared after seeing his father dismember a man in the name of the Moriyamas
  • But he was pretty even when he stood next to his father with icy eyes
  • It was then that Kevin understood that picture perfect people were almost always fake
  • Neil Josten wasn’t pretty, not at first 
  • He was dressed in baggy, worn-out clothing and was in desperate need of a proper shower 
  • But after he’d cleaned up a bit? 
  • Hell yeah he was 
  • That first night in Columbia, with Neil in tight-fitting clothes and his contacts out? 
  • Kevin wanted to wrap himself around the blue-eyed boy 
  • It was common at the nest, to just hook up with anyone at anytime 
  • Even when he was dating Thea, the two of them had both shared their time with others 
  • Monogamy was still something Kevin couldn’t wrap his head around 
  • But this wasn’t the nest, and Kevin had to be straight, so going after Neil wasn’t an option 
  • Then Andrew and Neil were together 
  • Okay then 
  • That happened 
  • Kevin was honestly in shock that Andrew decided to go for someone who loved exy as much as Neil did
    • (He was also shocked that Neil was alive, but his priorities are exy before life, so)
  •  At least he’d put more effort in now? 
  • It was confusing, but he accepted it 
  • It became a fact during the rest of their years in palmetto that Andrew and Neil were undoubtedly a thing 
  • If you wanted something from Andrew, you had to ask Neil 
  • If you went after Neil, you had to answer to Andrew 
  • They never outright told anyone, but it was easy enough to guess, with the way they slowly got comfortable with hand-holding around other people 
  • It also became a fact that Kevin was invested in the both of them 
  • Despite what he said about how hard it was to be gay in professional exy and how they shouldn’t even try, he supported them to the press tirelessly 
  • He might complain about them in private, but to everyone else he was aggressively defending them, and he was labeled as the number one Andreil shipper in many buzzfeed articles 
    • More like he was jealous af 
    • Not of a single one, but both of them 
    • He swore his liver would fail before he told anyone but Thea 
  • After they’d all graduated, Kevin had been with his pro team for three years 
  • Neil had only been with his for one season, so it was no wonder Kevin’s had beat his early in the playoffs 
  • Neil was still bitter 
    • Andrew wasn’t with them, he was practicing with his team up in New York in preparation to beat the shit out of Kevin 
  • Both Kevin’s and Neil’s teams were invited to a party of sorts It’s invite-only and they know everyone there, so Neil agrees to go as long as Kevin does 
    • (And of course Kevin does, because god he’d never stop wanting to look at Neil, even with his scars. He’s still the prettiest boy Kevin has ever had the pleasure of meeting) 
  • So off they go, to some classy club in California 
  • The place is full when they get there, and one of the backliners on Neil’s team is buying the rounds 
  • Kevin has always believed it’s wrong to say no to free alcohol, so he doesn't 
  • Neil, surprisingly doesn’t either, he drinks just enough to get suitably buzzed 
  • And no one else does either, and most of them get wasted af 
    • And I mean wasted 
    • Like the party in yuri on ice where everyone pole-dances wasted 
    • It’s insane 
  • From this, comes an offensive dealer filled with liquid courage, who just came up with a bunch of exy-based pickup lines 
  • She thinks they’re the best, and has been laughing so hard she cries before she gets through most of them 
  • It’s alright though, she hadn’t really been wanting to flirt with them too much anyway, just wanted to hear herself talk 
  • Then she sees Neil, and goes through all the stages of “damn he fine” 
  • She trips on her way to the table where Neil’s sitting, typing shit on twitter 
  • He’s sobered up for the most part, but is still having far too much fun typing shitposts and calling random people out on their bullshit 
  • So the dealer hobbles over, tumbling into the seat next to him 
    • “Are you are striker, bc you struck a goal right in my heart!” 
    • “Wat???” 
  • Needless to say, her one-liners only decrease in quality as time goes on 
  • Neil is just very confused bc yes of course he’s a striker Samantha you know this??? 
  • So there’s Neil who looks confused and uncomfortable and a drunk-off-her-ass offensive dealer and it’s very awkward
  • Kevin is also drunk 
  • Very much so 
  • So much so that he sees the two of them and alarm bells ring in his head
  •  Sam over there thinks she can move in on his man 
    • (Andrew’s man, Kev, gotta remember that) 
  • But Andrew Isn’t there to protect him from heinous villains like Samantha, so it’s time for Kevin to save the Day! 
  • Hehehehe 
    • (I’m not sure you realize how drunk he is exactly
  • But he shuffles over to the two of them with purpose 
  • He only almost falls on his face 
  • He’s too uncoordinated to maneuver himself into a chair, so he falls ontop of Neil from behind 
  • His arms sling over Neil’s neck and his head rests on his shoulder as he puts his entire weight onto Neil 
  • “Heesh meh boifren.” 
  • He tries to say to Samantha, but his face is buried in Neil’s neck, so it was muffled significantly 
  • “Wha?” 
  • “He’s my boyfriend.” 
  • Neil wants to die 
  • Samantha’s eyes widen and she just goes “ooooooooh!” before giggling and conking out 
  • Kevin is extremely satisfied
  • He buries his face back into the crook of the other striker’s neck and makes a contented sound 
  • Neil resigns himself to having to carry his “boyfriend” back to his apartment bc it’s clear that Kevin should be cut off 
  • All in a Day’s work! 
  • Hehehehe 

(Miss Samantha Mullings was given a ride home and had too much of a headache in the morning to try and remember the shit that happened that night. We all thank her for her participation)

Chocolate Ice Cream

fluff + single dad Sehun // The bell to the door chimes and in walks a kid, no more than six, asking for chocolate ice cream. Meanwhile, Sehun discovers his kid has disappeared.

He walked into your shop with a blue plaid cap sitting on top of a fluff of black hair. His sandals squeaked against the tiled floor, catching your attention, as he made his way towards the counter. You peered at the door, thinking for a second someone would follow after, maybe his mother but no one came. His small hands reached up to the counter and tapped the bell.

“Can I have ice cream please?” The little boy asked.

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Badass

YAY REQUESTS! Could you write a spence x reader where the reader is a badass, and introduces spencer to her friends which makes him really nervous about their relationship since he’s such an adorable lil geek? THANK YOU ILY  -Anon

Pairing: Reid x Reader

Word Count: 1929

Warnings: none really

A/N: I kept most of the requests from the old blog and will be doing them here. I have been working on this one for a while and since school is over, now i have some time to myself to write. I hope you guys like this, and share it with your friends :)

Originally posted by jeichanhaka

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