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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 

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PAIRING: park jimin x y/n

GENRE: hardcore fluff

WARNINGS: none

WORD COUNT: 1734

A/N: i really like this! i hope you guys do too! send me suggestions and ideas please! also, if you would like me continue this please say so!

SUMMARY: due to his girlfriend who drove you crazy, you hadn’t spoken to jimin in months. he had also distanced himself from you, and he didn’t seem to mind too much… or at least you thought so.


You and Jimin had split ways for a few months once he had gotten a girlfriend. He spent less and less time with you, and you were more than just slightly jealous. You had liked him since the two of you met, a little bit over a year ago. At times, you believed that he felt the same, but at others you didn’t think so at all. Jimin was a confusing creature to you, and you never could understand him. Especially when he called you in tears, apologizing and begging for you to come by the dorms.

“Jimin, I’m busy studying,” you sighed. Although you desperately wanted to go lay in his arms and hold him, you had priorities. Jimin whimpered, obviously sobbing about something that had absolutely tore him apart. “I can’t, okay? Plus, we haven’t spoken in months. Why would I come over even if I could?” You heard Jimin continuing to cry on the line, and your heart ached. He was your soft spot, and no time away from him could change that. If someone hurt your Chim, then they had hurt you worse. Sitting on your bed surrounded by textbooks, you let out a sigh. “Jimin, answer me.”

“I miss you. I’m sorry that I ever abandoned you to hang out with her. You should have been over her on my list of friends, and I’m sorry. Forgive me, please,” Jimin choked out the words. You bit your tongue, glancing at the time on your phone. It was an early Thursday morning, meaning you had classes at eleven. “Y/N, I left you and the boys to hang out with her. She didn’t even treat me good, so I’m a fool. I should have just spent my time with you guys, because you’re far more important.”

“Jimin, I don’t have time to hear you rant. Go talk to Taehyung…”

“Y/N! Don’t you hear me!” Jimin cried out, and I ran my hand through my hair. He was in pain, and he knew that he could get my attention. He cried on the line, his hiccuping sobs in the background. “Taehyung told me to come to you. All of the boys want me to talk to you. I messed up our friendship, and I want to fix this. The boys said that you haven’t been the same since I started dating that witch. I’m sorry that I ever did that to you. Please forgive me; I don’t want you to ignore me.”

I replied, “Jimin.” He whined softly, completely shattering me. He wanted me to come over, and that was clear. He wouldn’t be calling me if he just wanted to repair his mistakes. I let out a deep breath, not realizing I had held it in. His voice sounded familiar, although he was not in the best condition. He was familiar, and I had missed him dearly. “I understand you’re upset about what you did, but I can’t just forgive you. I want to —I really do— It’s just that I can’t. You… You weren’t there for me, and why should I be there for you?”

“You shouldn’t,” Jimin hiccuped. “I’m an awful friend and I didn’t appreciate you like I should have. You should yell at me and hang up the phone. You should block my number and tell the boys to never bring me around. You should avoid coming to the dorms whenever I’m here, and try to have the boys over at your apartment instead. You shouldn’t listen to me cry and beg, but you are. I love you, Y/N. You are the best person possibly in my life, and I don’t know why I ever pushed you out. Y—”

“Jimin, I’ll be over in a few minutes.”


It didn’t take you long to arrive at the dorms, and when you knocked at the door, Namjoon instantly opened it. His eyes were wide, and he let out a well deserved sigh. You could hear Jimin crying, and you watched as Jungkook waved at you over Namjoon’s shoulder. You had remained close to the rest of the boys, but nothing compared to what your relationships were like before. Namjoon moved out of the way for you, and you slipped off your shoes as you entered the dorms.

Jungkook led you around the corner, and you saw Jimin lying on the couch, covered in blankets. He hugged a pillow, not even realizing your arrival. His sobbing covered up all noise in the dorms, and you saw Jin trying to cheer him up. Jin held soup in his hands; soup that made you feel better anytime you needed it. Jin saw you and smiled, believing that you could help get Jimin out of his funk. Whatever had happened, it was probably regarding his girlfriend. Yoongi rested his body against the doorway of his shared room with Jin, his eyes showing his exhaustion. The boys were desperate, and they all knew your visit would help phenomenally.

“Jimin, Y/N is here,” Jin stated, standing up. Jimin immediately stopped screaming, and he looked over in your direction. He looked exhausted, and his face was red and puffy from the tears that left his eyes. Seeing him in that condition, you felt yourself breaking. You couldn’t leave him like that, and you wished you came sooner. “Will you let all of us sleep now? She’ll stay here as long as she can.” Jimin nodded faintly, and Yoongi backed up into his room.

Namjoon placed a hand on your shoulder. “Just get him to sleep and then you can come join one of us if you’d like. Or you can head home, but make sure to tell one of us beforehand. Thank you, Y/N. We’ll repay you in someway one day.” You nodded, seeing how thankful he was in his eyes. You and Namjoon had a weird understanding for each other, and that was probably caused by your work ethics. You were similar in how hardworking and goal-stricken you two were. The boys all thanked you before disappearing into their rooms.

You walked over to the couch where Jimin laid, hearing him whimper out in agony. He was the most vulnerable you had ever seen him, and that hurt like hell. You sat on the edge of the couch, and watched as Jimin’s bottom lip quivered. Tears stained his round cheeks, and you took a deep breath. He needed you, and just sitting beside him wasn’t going to help. When it came to Jimin, you knew that he was craving the arms of someone he cared for.

“I’m sorry,” Jimin whined quietly.

“N– no, don’t cry,” you stuttered, scooting closer to him. Jimin did exactly the opposite of what you asked of him, tears beginning to roll down his cheeks again. If you hated anything, it was making Jimin cry. “Jiminie… Don’t cry because you’ll make me cry. I don’t want both of us to be crying and disturbing the boys. You all need to rest, Jimin.” He sighed, his hand crawling out from under the blankets. He reached out for your hand, and you didn’t hesitate before latching onto him. You missed his touch. “You’re not going to sleep unless I’m here, are you?” Jimin shook his head.

Jimin scooted over, closer to the back cushions, allowing you to have space next to him. You slowly lifted your feet onto the couch, and felt your heart racing as Jimin covered you up with blankets. He wrapped his arms around you, sniffling. You placed your head on his shoulder as he shuffled down and hid his face in your chest. He intertwined your legs, squeezing at the back fabric of your shirt. He had missed you more than anything, and your presence had calmed him down already. He hadn’t realized how much he needed you until then.

“Jimin,” you breathed.

“Please,” Jimin whispered. “Just tonight. Forget about everything I did, and pretend that we are still really close.” You nodded faintly, placing your hands in his hair. You rubbed his scalp, making Jimin sleepy. It wouldn’t take long for him to doze off, but you lie awake, wondering what had gone wrong between the two of you. You had been so close, once upon a time. A girl had ruined all of it, and you wished that you hadn’t allowed her to. Jimin was your world before she came along.


The next morning, Jimin woke up before you. He smelled the fragrance only possibly belonging to Jin’s food. You were wrapped in his arms and fast asleep, and he knew that you wouldn’t wake up as long as he was there. Jin was clearly trying to be quiet, a smile on his lips as he stood in the kitchen wearing an apron. Jimin glanced down at you, seeing you holding onto the fabric of his shirt. He loved every moment of you being engulfed by him, and he realized that he would do anything to keep it that way. He loved you, and he wish he had known sooner.

“Aw,” Taehyung cooed, walking out of his room. Jimin sent a glare in his direction, and Taehyung quickly shut up. Jimin wanted to let you sleep for as long as you could, because once you woke, you both had to face reality. He was in pain because of his ex who cheated, and you were simply being a good friend. Taehyung smiled, leaning over on the couch to get a better view of you two. Taehyung had always had his suspicions about you and Jimin, and he seemed the most pleased out of everyone. You two were happy together.

“Don’t bother them,” Jin pulled Tae away from the couch. Taehyung frowned, and Jimin mouthed thank you to Jin.

You were ever so slowly coming to your senses, but you didn’t want to wake up. You had missed everything about Jimin, and laying there made you regretful for ever letting someone get in the way. Of course you had cuddled with all of the other members, but that was different. They were not Jimin. You felt your eyelids slightly shaking from wanting to open, and Jimin seemed to notice.

“Not yet,” he whispered in you ear. You smiled faintly, knowing he did not want to get up either. Jimin squeezed you lightly, placing his head on your shoulder. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

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Wrong Place Wrong Time (1)

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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 Part 33 Part 34 Part 35 (Final)

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.”

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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The College Years - Freshman Year (Chapter 1) - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “The Park Attack” 

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, & Reader

Author’s Note: This series is my baby. It will be broken up by years, and currently I’m writing well into their Sophomore year. I hope you all enjoy it. 

Summary: AU where Stiles’ “vision” happened and everyone ended up going to school near each other. Stiles and Scott live together and go to school at University of California at Berkeley. They think that they have escaped the supernatural drama that engulfs Beacon Hills on a daily basis, at least during the school year, until one night in the middle of January, they happen upon a girl fighting two grown men in a park.

Chapter One - Chapter Two

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“I don’t know.” Scott said defeatedly, as he walked from campus to his apartment with his best friend since childhood. “I knew that it was a long shot, but I really thought that going back home for Christmas would, I don’t know, rekindle it or something. Now, I just don’t think it’s gonna happen, Stiles.”

“I know, buddy it’s rough, girls suck, Scott. I swear to god, I am done with them.” Scott chuckled at Stiles’ proclamation. “Don’t laugh at me, asshole. I’m serious, Lydia and I imploded, and while I do think that we are better off as friends, I don’t even want to look at another girl anytime soon.”

“I feel you… All this stuff with Kira, all of this back and forth, on and off.. Honestly?…It makes me really miss Allison…” Scott stared at the pavement under his feet, as he admitted the feeling that had been plaguing him for months.

“Scott, I think we should just go to parties and meet new girls and be regular college freshman, who aren’t moping over girls that we can never have.” Stiles replied, as he gripped Scott’s shoulder, grabbing his attention from his shoes.

“I thought you were swearing off all girls?” Scott smirked.

Stiles stopped in place and stared Scott straight in the eyes, deadpan, he said, “I meant for right now. I’m not trying to go back to being a virgin, Scott. Don’t be stupid.”

Scott laughed and they continued walking. “I don’t know what I was thinking…”

In the distance they heard a scream that stopped them in their tracks.

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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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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 - 5 - 6

Originally posted by multi-fandom-imagines13

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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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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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The Gun Range

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 3863

Author’s Note: My friend Sam had given me this idea and I absolutely loved it, so I wrote it. This is like so cute and I’m so in love with it and I hope you guys end up loving it as well! She ( @lovelydob ) had also proofread this for me as well!



I grabbed my laundry basket, phone in hand as I walked into the laundry room. I placed my phone on the dryer, glancing over at it as I waited for Dylan to call me. I opened the washing machine lid, throwing my clothes into it after I had put my detergent into it. I set the basket on the dryer, picking my phone up before heading into the kitchen.

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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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Dark Nights (Part 8)

Originally posted by hallowedbecastiel

Summary: The reader convinces Dean to let her go on her first hunt but it’s not as easy as she once thought…

Dark Nights Masterlist

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Word Count: 2,100ish

Warnings: language, implied smut

A/N: Ah, so much protective cute Dean…


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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.”

Peter?

Request: Hi!! You can leave this ask if you want to, but I saw your description and wanted to leave a request: Spidey is walking down the street and he saves this girl so he follows her around like her guardian angel with lots of fluff at the end, please???

Pairing: Peter Parker + Reader

Warnings: None! Unless you count fluff. Then, fluff!!!!!

Notes: This took forever school makes me so busy I’m so sorry! also this is told from Peter’s POV :-)

Two / Three /


I walked around the corner of Fifth Avenue for the third time that night. I was just about to round back to the escape latter of my apartment building, this day really kicked my ass. I stopped three robberies just this morning, was late to Science and English which resulted in me getting detention, and still had to stop a shooter downtown at a bakery. To say I was excited to get back into my bed for the night was an absolute understatement.

I was on the second floor when my Spidey senses went off the chart. I pivoted left and right in search of anything close to me that was happening. I didn’t see anything within distance, so I lifted my arm and flung my web to the streetlight on the right of me and carried myself to the top, continuing until I was on the rooftop of the apartment building.

“Where the hell-?”

“Help, please someone help-!”

The scream abruptly stopped, my anxiety grew more as my eyes darted everywhere. I silently cursed myself for being preoccupied with my thoughts instead of actually looking. I took a deep breath before concentrating on my senses. It took a couple of seconds but I was able to pick up on the heavy breathing and the hushed voices – the most prominent voice was deeper, most likely a man in his late thirties.

I jumped onto three different building tops before settling on one below where a man had a girl pinned against a brick wall. She looked small from here, maybe a couple years younger than me. I almost missed the guy lifting the back of his hand in attempt to slap her, but before he can my web is already springing toward him and gripping his arm. I pull my arm, bringing him with me. Jumping from the roof down to the ground I bring both of my wrists up, pinning him against a garbage bin before turning toward the younger girl. While seeing her I see she is definitely my age.

“Spider-Man?”

Her eyes were wide, making them impossibly more beautiful. Just looking at her brings a heat to my cheeks, but before I could look incredibly stupid in front of her I bow my head and mumble a small, “At your service.”

I cringe inwardly at the response I give her, but her small laugh encourages me to grab her hand and pull her toward me. “Where to, Miss?”

“Don’t you have to take care of him first?”

I turn my head back to the man knocked unconscious trapped in my web and laugh lightly. “He’s not going anywhere. I’ll call it in when I get home.” She nodded, looking down and noticing how close we were. Her cheeks flare a little, almost making me melt at the sight of her innocence. “Speaking of home,” at this she looks back up at me, a small smile on her face, “where would I find yours?” She laughed again, tilting her head to the left, the brick wall she was just pinned against a couple of minutes ago.

“Actually, this building is mine. I was almost home free, but, you know… bad luck and all that.” She looked down in embarrassment, the color growing much brighter on her face.

“Hey,” I dropped my voice to a whisper, my hand coming up to her chin, lifting it back toward me, “I know about bad luck. Everyone has bad days. As long as you’re okay.”

“Of course I am!” Her voice came out louder than intended, I’m sure, but her smile returned, almost twice as big as the one she had given me before. “I had my guardian angel, Spidey, with me.” Her right eye dropped to a wink, making me thank whoever was above us for me wearing a mask right now. “Well,” she leaned up to kiss my masked cheek, backing away from my embrace and walking toward the front door of her apartment building, “Thank again, Spider-Man.”

She was already all the way inside the building, too far for her to hear me, when I brought my hand up to my burning cheek, “Anytime, Angel.”


It’s been three weeks since I saved (Y/N). I hadn’t spoken to her since that night but I had seen her name on a piece of mail she had dropped on her way in. A Heavenly sound from a heavenly human. I had been watching her every night on her way home from work to make sure she would get home safe. I tried to convince myself that I was following her to make sure she was safe for the sake of being the superhero I am, but I knew my sorry ass only followed her because I enjoyed listening to her sing her top three favorite songs on her way home, I liked watching her sit on her favorite park bench as she interacted with the countless dogs that came up to her. I loved knowing the kind of books she’d read in the café after work while she ordered the same hot drink with a hint of vanilla.

As I watched her round her corner and was just about to open her door, my feet hit the floor and I cleared my throat, causing her to turn and face me.

“S-Spider-Man?” She looked around us, noticing we were alone. I caught the small smile on her face as she walked closer to me. “What are you doing here?”

“I, uh, I just wanted to see you again.”

“Really?” Her smile grew and so did the color in her face, her gaze leaving mine and focusing on the floor instead.

“Yeah, I, uh, I’ve been watching over you, kind of, for the past three weeks. Crap! I mean, I just was making sure you got home safe. You walk alone at night and there’s crazy people, you know? I mean, God, I sound crazy.” I back away slightly, my face burning with embarrassment and my head shaking. Spider-Man was supposed to be confident, yet somehow around her my Peter was more prominent than ever.

Her laugh caused me to look back up at her. “You’re cute. Thank you for watching over me.”

It was quiet for awhile, us just smiling at each other.

“Well, I should get inside now.”

I panicked slightly before my eyes fell onto the book she was holding and before I could stop myself I found myself asked, “Can I borrow your book?”

“My what?” She turned back around, her eyes as wide as mine.

“Um, I was just wondering. I’ve been wanting to read it and I, uh, was just asking. I’m sorry, never mind.”

“Wait,” her hand rested on my shoulder, causing me to force my arm back to my side and turn toward her again. “Here, but this means I need to see you again. I want my book back.”

Her smile caused me to smile at her again.

“How about we meet at your café? Friday?”

“Are you asking me out, Spidey?”

“Well, I, uh… yes?”

“It’s a date.” She leaned up to kiss my cheek again, handing me the book in the process and then walking into her building after giving me another smile.


I walked into the café on Friday at 7, the time (Y/N) usually was here. I was nervous to go up to her without my Spider-Man suit on, but I wanted her to like Peter, not the mask. After grabbing my order off the counter, I walked up to her table. “(Y/N)?”

She looked up, her eyebrows pulled in as she looked at me in confusion. “Yes?”

“I brought your book back. It was a good read.” I smiled at her, her gaze falling on the book for just a second before standing from her seat and looking at me, her sudden burst causing both of our eyes to widen. She looked around at the other people in the shop before leaning into me. “Spidey?”

I laughed a little before taking a seat across from hers. “Call me Peter.”

She looked awestruck for a moment, just looking at me. Her eyes came up to my face, her soft hands gently caressing me. My cheeks burned a little more, thinking this might have been a mistake. I almost got up before she sat back in her seat, a wide smile on her face.

“Peter,” she whispered, “I like that. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

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.”

‘Father’ Christmas

DAY 15 - DECEMBER 15TH

In which Harry’s life isn’t going as planned

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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. 

Originally posted by unconditionalloveandunicornspawn

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. 

Originally posted by perfectfeelings

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

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)