Falling Stars ~ Finn Wolfhard x Reader

If you asked me a couple of years ago where I thought I’d be at the age of fourteen, I wouldn’t have had an answer to give. And even if I did, it would have been so far from reality that I may as well not have even bothered to give it. I had filmed two seasons of an award-winning TV show, shot a movie adaptation of one of the best books ever written, been noticed in the acting, singing and dancing world alike, and of course, met the most special people in my life.

It was a Friday in mid-October, and I was currently in front of the cameras and under the lights with Millie Bobby Brown. The entire cast of Stranger Things had been called to New York City for the week. Friday to Friday. Since season two was just around the corner, we were everywhere. But in a good way. Currently, Millie and I were doing a photo shoot and an interview for Buzzfeed. 

We had been informed that while we were in the city, the cast of IT was flying out for a Stranger Things x IT shoot. It was for an article about young actors and how it’s been a great couple of years for our careers. Finn and I are in Stranger Things and IT, so it was going to be great spending time with everyone. It was also the night of the Emmy’s tomorrow.

“Okay!” One of the many photographers shouted, “You girls are doing great! While we get a few shots of just the boys, you can go take a quick break before the main pictures!”

Millie and I headed towards our shared dressing room and sat down on the plush sofa in the corner. The coffee table was covered in snacks and drinks. 

“So,” Millie said while taking a sip of water, “You’re spending a week with Finn.”
I opened a packet of Sour Patch Kids. “Correction, WE are spending a week with Finn. And everyone else.”
“True, but still. It’s the perfect opportunity to tell him.”
“Millie, how many times-”
“I know, I know,” She rolled her eyes, “You don’t think he feels the same way. You’re wrong, you know.”
“I really don’t think I am.”
“We’ll see. Especially after the performance tomorrow night.” Millie smirked

My stomach lurched at the mention of tomorrow night. Since the world found out that I could sing a few months ago, I had been invited to a million different places to perform. Tomorrow I was going to be on the stage at the Emmy’s. And I was flipping my shit on the inside. Millie could tell.

“Y/N, it’s going to be great! Jack, Jaeden, Wyatt, Sophia, Jeremy, and Chosen,” Millie listed our friends from IT on her fingers, “Are all flying out here tomorrow. We get to spend the afternoon with them all and then we’ve got the awards. You’ll perform, be brilliant like always, and then we’ll come back to the hotel for our movie night.”
“You really think it will work out?”
“Of course I do! And you never know, things might happen with Finn.”

Our makeup artists came in armed with brushes and highlight to give our faces touchups. We gladly took our seats in front of the mirrors.

“Right then girls, it’s time to head back in for group shots.”

When the shoot was over we got into the cars that had been sent for us and headed back to the hotel. The Hilton was putting us up for the week, and when the others arrived tomorrow, they would be joining us in the room opposite. I could hardly contain my excitement. 

I was between Millie and Gaten in the back of one of the Jeeps. We were just talking about how well the shoot went and how we got to stay in such an expensive hotel. Before long, we arrived. 

The driver came an opened the doors and we jumped out onto the pavement. Somebody was already getting our luggage so I only had to carry my backpack. Finn was waiting for me. I couldn’t get over how much he’d grown up. He was taller, more defined, and his voice was another story completely.

“Hey, Y/N.” His smile gave me butterflies. “You looked great today.”
“Thanks, Finn. You didn’t look too bad yourself.”
He flushed. “So, we’re staying at the Hilton Hotel for a week. Crazy.”
“I know right. Just because it’s the Hilton, doesn’t mean I’m not stealing the little soaps.”
Finn laughed as we made our way through the front doors behind everyone else. “How did I guess that you were going to say that?”
“Because you know me too well.”
Millie and I were sharing one of the rooms, Finn and Noah next door, and Gaten and Caleb in the room after that. The suites were huge. The equivalent of a twin bedroom was actually to Queen sized beds, a bathroom, an en-suite, a kitchen and living space, and a huge balcony. It was the most beautiful hotel room I had ever seen. I was expecting gorgeous, but this was over the top.

I picked the bed by the window and started looking through my stuff. Millie was hanging things up in the walk-in wardrobe. We had a walk-in wardrobe in our hotel room?! 

“Hey, Millie?” I said
“When are our gowns being dropped off?”
“Tomorrow morning. Why?”
“I just really want to see it. Having it fitted was so fun.”
“I bet you can’t wait for Finn to see it either.”
“I know girls aren’t supposed to dress for boys, but I can’t help it.”
“I know, I know. Not to mention the fact that the whole world will see us too.”
“I still can’t get my head around that.” I took my clothes into the huge closet and started to hang them along with Millie.
“Me either. It still seems so surreal.”

Our conversation was interrupted by knocking at our door. I put the pile of pyjamas I was holding down and ran to answer it. It was Finn and Noah.

“We’ve ordered a crapload of food and the TV’s have Netflix. The others will be over in five.”

Noah and Finn let themselves into your hotel room and made themselves comfortable on one of the sofas. They were both in comfier clothes.

“Oh hi, Noah. Hi Finn. I know, these rooms are so big! And we’re great, thanks for asking. Why don’t you come in and make yourselves at home?” This was, of course, sarcasm since the boys didn’t even give me so much as a hello. The just laughed as I went into the bedroom to put your pyjamas on.

I went with black cotton shorts, fluffy socks and Wyatt’s Canada hoodie. I still had it from a couple of months when I stole it at the beach house. He was like a brother to me, so I knew he wouldn’t mind. Millie put a onzie on and grabbed some blankets. When we went out to the others, Gaten and Caleb had arrived. Finn looked up and saw me in Wyatt’s sweater.

“Does Wyatt know you’ve got that?”
“Yeah,” You sat next to him and Noah on the sofa, putting a blanket over the three of you, “I facetimed him a week after the beach house and I was wearing it. He said he’ll bring me my own.”

Finn looked at me and then back to the TV. He was scrolling through the new releases. I quickly looked at Millie who was already looking at me. She noticed it too. Finn was jealous. Of Wyatt.

“Okay, I think we should watch something funny and save the horror for when everyone else gets here tomorrow,” Gaten said, earning murmurs of agreement from everyone else.
“Yeah,” Finn muttered, “Y/N likes watching scary films with Wyatt anyway.”

I actually found it quite cute that Finn was jealous, but it was a little bit annoying. Caleb told Finn to put some comedy on. Room service soon arrived and Gaten went to get it. After a long day, we gratefully began eating. While it was nice to relax with everyone, I couldn’t stop thinking about Finn.

By three in the afternoon, everyone had arrived. Sophia was sharing with Millie and me, and I honestly couldn’t wait. Our gowns had also been sent up this morning and were currently in dress bags hanging in the closet. I wanted to put it on immediately but we had to have our hair and makeup done first.

Since they had to make us up properly for the Emmy’s, we had to have a very early dinner so they could get started. There were makeup and hair artists everywhere. Our hotel room was full. I was currently sat having my hair curled and braided. Events like these never failed to get my heart going. I was also thinking about my performance. My heart was in my mouth.

About two hours later, my hair and makeup were done and it was time to get in my dress. Finally. I was last to get into mine. Millie and Sophia were having last minute touchups done.

(Your dress)

I slipped into my little blue heels that matched my dress and smiled. Nothing made me happier than this dress. Sophia, Millie and I took a quick photo and uploaded them to our social media. Comments and likes started rolling in, including from Finn.

finnwolfhardofficial: Dashing, as always @yourusername

I tried not to scream as I pinned his comment and put your phone in my clutch bag. It was time to leave.
The red carpet was alive with the sounds of cheers, paparazzi and interviews. Me and the cast of IT were currently having pictures taken in front of the Emmy’s backdrop. I was in between Finn and Jeremy with my hand on my hip, smiling my red lipstick stained smile. Finn had noticed me, that was for sure. We also had pictures taken with the Stranger Things cast since Finn and I crossed over into both. I had a separate one taken with the girls as well as one with Jack, and another with Finn and Wyatt. 

Gaten and I were asked to get a quick shot with Ryan Gosling, you know, as you do. Millie and I also got photos with Jennifer Lawrence. It was completely mental.

“So,” An interviewer from Cosmo said to Jaeden and I, “You’ve been nominated for best horror movie of 2017 and best book to movie adaptation. As young actors just starting out, how does this make you feel?”
“Well,” I said, “It makes me feel proud. Not just of myself but of everyone who I’ve worked with over the past couple of years. Working on IT and Stranger Things has been such a privilege and if it wasn’t for the producers and directors, none of this would have been possible.”
Jaeden smiled. “Yeah, Y/N’s right. We don’t take these opportunities lightly, they mean a lot to all of us. It’s not just the filming and awards, it’s the friendships we’ve formed that will last forever.”
“Thank you, Y/N Y/L/N and Jaeden Lieberher. Good luck tonight, and keep shining like the stars you are.”

Since we were on the red carpet, we couldn’t have super long interviews, so we kept walking. I got given a sharpie and had to go along signing fan’s posters and taking selfies, which was one of the best parts. It was so strange being told how much someone loves me and my acting. One girl who had a photo from Stranger Things for me to sign said to me how much she loved my dress. I took a photo with her on my phone as well. I was doing the same as Gaten; taking pictures with my fans as well as them taking ones with me.

Before I knew what was happening, we were all being ushered inside for the awards ceremony. The IT cast and Stranger Things cast took up three whole rows since the producers and directors and production teams were there too. We were really close to the front.
It was time for my performance. I can’t explain how scared I actually was. As I stood up to head backstage, Finn squeezed my hand and smiled. I couldn’t smile back. I couldn’t do anything. Not only were hundreds of actors and actresses alike going to see me sing, I was on international television.

I was singing ‘Too Good at Goodbyes’ by Sam Smith. Gaten helped me prepare and choose my song. I went out onto the stage and looked out at the massive audience that was cheering for me. For me? It seemed too good to be true. The white lights were all on me, and the music began. 

You must think that I’m stupid
You must think that I’m a fool
You must think that I’m new to this
But I have seen this all before
I’m never gonna let you close to me
Even though you mean the most to me
‘Cause every time I open up, it hurts
So I’m never gonna get too close to you
Even when I mean the most to you
In case you go and leave me in the dirt
But every time you hurt me, the less that I cry
And every time you leave me, the quicker these tears dry
And every time you walk out, the less I love you
Baby, we don’t stand a chance, it’s sad but it’s true
I’m way too good at goodbyes

The applause when I finished was deafening. Everyone was on their feet screaming, cheering and clapping. I could see cameras flashing. My insides were more twisted than they were before I started. I couldn’t believe the reaction I was getting. And the people I was getting it from. I curtsied and walked off the stage smiling. The cheers didn’t stop until the host came back out onto the stage and started talking about my performance. I sat down and everyone hugged me and said well done. Finn grabbed my hand and didn’t let go.

I came out of their with two awards in my hands. IT got the award for best horror movie of 2017, and Stranger Things got the award for most gripping TV series of 2016 & 2017. I felt elated. After my performance, I had photos taken with so many people. Including Sam Smith who said that hearing me sing his song was magical. Finn still hadn’t let go of my hand.
Much to my disappointment, I had to take my dress off. All the mess was gone from the hotel room. We just had a couple of people with us to help us get out of our dresses. I put some pyjamas on and went out into the kitchen and living room. Sophia and Millie were talking about the night. I was just about to join the conversation when my phone buzzed.

Come to my hotel room. The others are across the hall and I want to talk to you.

I said goodbye to the girls who shared knowing looks. When I arrived at Finn’s room the door was already slightly open. I went inside and saw him standing on the balcony looking out over the big apple.

He looked at me and smiled.
“You’re amazing, do you know that?”
“Woah. What?”
“When you were singing up there in that stunning dress, I couldn’t stop smiling. I still can’t. I guess tonight was the push I need to tell you that I’m fucking crazy about you, and I have been since we met. Every time I see you I fall for you a little bit more. As gooey as that sounds. And if you don’t-”

I kissed him and it felt like the stars were falling all around us. If they were, I wouldn’t have even noticed. I was too wrapped up in Finn Wolfhard.

@trash-baby-edge-lord You said anything with Finn, so here you go! Hope you like it.

140503 at dawn (m)

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff, smutty smut smut

Summary: Yoongi is always early in his studio and well, he wakes you one morning. Simple, right? Nah, that’s where you’re wrong.

Wordcount: 2.5k 

Your eyes jolt open, stung by the sun ray aurora spilling over you half dressed self. Turning over to your right, you hope to find your angelic boyfriend beside, only to have his spot froze; cool from the slight breeze from the cracked window.

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Drunk in Love

warnings: alcohol usage  

words: 1,461

pairings: peter parker x reader 

request: can u do a peter x reader where you get drunk and you try to kiss him and everything but he refuses bc he needs your consent first and he ends up taking care of you until morning please and thank u!

a/n: I was going to go to bed early, but then I stayed up till 3am writing this instead lol. I hope u guys like it!! go ahead and keep sending in requests please! all of your sweet messages have really motivated me to keep writing, so thank u <3

peter doesn’t know whose house he’s at, red cup in his hand as his classmates and possibly other people from schools across Queens fill up the room until he can’t stand it anymore. he sets down his cup, which had been empty from the start when y/n had handed it to him. she had told him it was only for decoration, so he looked like he fit in with the rest of the crowd.

he had lost sight of her 10 minuets ago when another dozen people had shown up. the house is bigger than peters ever seen, which is exactly why he’s having so much trouble finding his friends.

he knows ned and mj are hanging around, but his phone had died just as they had arrived, so he has no way of contacting them. shouting their names is useless, because the music mixed with the loud chatter of possibly over 100 people would make it impossible for them to hear him.

a hand suddenly grabs onto his arm, making him turn around to face mj. she looks slightly disheveled, hair messier than usual and the small bit of lipstick y/n had convinced her to wear is smudged.

“peter,” she says out of breath, like she had been running to find him. “you need to come with me, like right now.”

“what? why? I’m looking for y/n-”

“it’s about y/n.”

peter nods, waiting for mj to take off so he can follow. is y/n okay? the last time he had seen her, she was slightly tipsy from drinking too much spiked punch and hanging off of neds arm. what if she got hurt? peter nervously chews on his bottom lip as mj leads him upstairs, pushing open one of the many doors to reveal y/n sprawled out on a couch, neds party hat on top of her head.

“peter!” she jumps up, nearly face planting until peter carefully catches her, doesn’t miss the way she leans heavily against him with her head against his shoulder. “I think I had too much punch.”

ned grumbles as he picks up his hat. “she’s been calling your name ever since we got her in here, and before that she was flirting with peter m from band class.”

“and I’m pretty sure she scalped me when I told her to go to sleep.” mj rubs her head, glaring at y/n halfheartedly.

“we’re both exhausted, and we’re leaving y/n in your very, uncapable hands.”

“no, wait!” peter holds out his hand as mj and ned exit the room, making sure to wink before they close the door. “oh no.”

“peteeeer,” y/n giggles into his neck. he shivers involuntarily when she runs a hand down his back, nearly jumping out of his skin when her hand slides under his shirt.

“woah, y/n, hold on-”

“shh.” she leans back, eyes narrowed. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time, peter parker.”

peter feels like he’s about to explode and he’s pretty sure his entire face is the color of his mask. y/n, the girl he has been crushing on since they had practically first met, is leaning forward to kiss him without warning. he knows she’s incredibly drunk, which makes the situation so much harder to stop, because he knows she’d never want to kiss him sober.

“nope, no.” peter takes a step back. “y/n, please, wait. you’re drunk and-”

“I am not drunk,” y/n’s words slur, proving his point. she seems to have realized that he’s right, but she doesn’t stop making him move back until his knees hit a sofa in the corner of the room.

“I don’t want you to do anything you’re going to regret!” peter stumbles back when y/n pushes him, unable to stop himself from landing on his back. he swallows loudly as she moves to sit on his lap, but he rolls onto the floor, nervously looking towards the door. “I think I should just take you home, okay?”

y/n sighs, flopping down onto the cushion. “fine, but only if you stay over.”

“you know I can’t do that, y/n. your parents would literally kill me.”

she looks as if she’s thinking for a moment, then perks up a second later. “then I’ll just stay at yours! problem solved.”

“what? no!” peter climbs to his feet, trying to think of a way around y/n’s plan. “how about I stay at your house until you fall asleep?”

y/n appears to be satisfied with peters answer. she moves to stand as well, barely making it a step before peter has to catch her again. at this point he doesn’t have any energy left to be embarrassed as he bends down and swoops her into his arms. or, maybe he does, because when he passes mj and ned in the hallway, they both burst out laughing and pull out their phones to take pictures.

“yeah, thanks, guys!” he calls out, rolling his eyes as he walks towards where they had first entered.

he doesn’t know how he’ll explain this to y/n’s parents. they had known she was going to a party, but not one on this large of a scale with alcohol practically pouring out of walls. maybe it would be best if she’d stay at his place. her parents trust peter, and may would more than likely understand after she gave him an earful.

he ends up going home, carrying y/n the whole train ride. she had passed out the minuet they boarded, and he’s thankful he doesn’t have to worry about her trying to kiss him again. he does wish she’d try to kiss him again, but sober and completely in control of her actions.

reminding himself that that’ll never happen in this lifetime because she is way out of his league, peter pushes the door open to the apartment.

he cringes when it hits the wall, shaking the frames and what feels like the whole apartment. may walks in right as peter shuts the door, cutting herself off from greeting him when she sees y/n in his arms.

“she’s fine,” he hurries to say. “she just.. drank a little too much at the party.”

may throws her hands up as peter heads for his room. “peter! I told you to watch out for y/n. now I’m going to have to call her parents and explain why their daughter isn’t going to be coming home.”

“I know, and I’m sorry. I didn’t know this party was going to be so.. huge. honestly, may, you should’ve seen it. the house was insane-”

“peter?” y/n groans from his arms, eyes squinting as she looks around. when she spots may, she manages a weak smile. “hi, may.”

“hi, sweetie. peters going to take you to bed, okay? I’m going to give your parents a quick call.

y/n nods and peter takes mays gesture towards his room as a queue to go. he carefully sets y/n down on his bed, shrugging off his jacket then gets to taking y/n’s heals off. she stretches, dress rumpling as she rolls to watch peter pull an extra pillow and his sleeping bag from the closet.

“do you want to change?” peter asks, holding up one of his shirts and sweatpants. “I know you must be tired, and that dress doesn’t look very comfortable to sleep in.”

“oh, it’s not comfortable at all.”

peter snorts as he searches for his phone charger. “then why did you wear it?”

“to impress you.”

his hand on the cable slips as he nearly breaks his neck to look at y/n. she stares him down, making peter, for the seventh time that night, blush up to his ears. “wha?”

“I said, to impress you.”

“you’re drunk.” peter tosses y/n his clothes, unable to meet her eyes. “I’m, uh. going to change in the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

peter nearly slams the door, heart hammering in his chest. did that really just happen? he has take a moment to calm himself down by splashing cold water onto his face a couple of times, repeating to himself that y/n is drunk, she doesn’t know what she’s doing. she probably won’t remember any of this by the time she wakes up. god, peter hopes she doesn’t remember, because then she’ll have to explain with a laugh that she didn’t really mean what she had said.

by the time peter gets back to his room, he finds that y/n had laid out his sleeping bag along with his pillow. he assumes she’s asleep when he switches off the light, but when he lays down, y/n moves her hand to hang over the edge of the bed. peter takes it, falling asleep minuets later and misses when y/n whispers for him to have sweet dreams.

SELFISH (Part One) - Stiles Stilinski smut

Title: Darling Spread Your Legs For Me

Summary: A visit from Allison prompts you to think on the nature of your relationship with Stiles. Shortly after, the man of the hour makes a surprise visit (get your holy water).

Word count: 4.9k

Warnings: NSFW! Unprotected sex, oral (female receiving) annnnd a handjob. Lots of dirty talk. Like seriously. Oh! Swearing too :)

A/N: I said in the introduction that you didn’t need to read that part to understand the rest of the series. Whilst that still holds true, there’s a small part that references the events of the charity gala, so I’m gonna briefly summarise that part under the cut! 

I realllllly hope people read this haha. If you have any thoughts AT ALL, please let me know. It’d honestly mean the world to me. Happy reading!

SONG OF THE PART: listen here. /// Thanks to @isacclahys for supplying me w a song that sets the tone for this fic so, so well. It’s great.


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We’re pretending this gif is Stiles. Shhhh…

Previously on SELFISH…

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Requested! I love this idea! 
I’ve seen a few anons ask a few other pages about this and was like, I seriously wanna write that. Now that I have been asked I couldn’t be more excited. I love these requests, SEND MORE!

He’s been grumpy lately. 

Late nights at the studio, early mornings at the gym, constantly working with no breaks at all, and he hasn’t been able to see you at all. That was the worst part for him, he could handle late nights and early mornings. Not seeing you was what was making him grumpy. 

You’re on your lovely (notice the sarcasm) time of the month. So you have a migraine, cramps and you are just irritable. Him not being around much lately isn’t helping your mood either.

So when he makes a snide comment about nothing really you lose it. It turns into a screaming match between the two of you and you can feel the anger radiating off the both of you. 

It’s just tense in the apartment, you could cut the tension with a knife. 

“I’m done arguing with you Shawn.” You huff as you start to walk away from him. 

“Where are you going?” He asks, still seething. 

“To our room, don’t follow me!” You shout at him. 

“Fuck!” He grumbles, kicking the couch. 

You stomp up the stairs to your bedroom and sit on the sofa in the corner of the room. You are pretty heated but you just need to sit an cool down, the both of you do. 

You grab your headphones and plug them into your phone as you start your slow song playlist, hoping that will mellow out your mood. You close your eyes and try to relax and let your attitude fade. 

About ten songs in, ‘bout 20 minutes after your fight, you have to leave the bedroom. It’s just too fucking cold in there. So you walk out to the living room and slump on the couch opposite Shawn. He looks up from his phone, his headphones in as well, and watches you. 

You go back to closing your eyes, but his stare is bugging you. You still don’t want to talk to him so you text him instead. 

Stop staring at me

He looks back at his phone and then starts typing angrily. 

You look hot as fuck

You can only read it with the tension that held your last conversation. So you respond back that way.

Thank you

He huffs as he messages back/

You’re welcome. 

You want to smile, even in the midst of a fight he still says you look hot. But then you remember the point of the fight and are mad again. 

You sit there and rub your goosebumps on your arms. You look over at the couch and notice that he has the throw blanket over his legs. 

You fucker! 

It’s so fucking cold in the house, and you are already in sweats and a long sleeve shirt. The only other option you have is to start another argument by stealing his blanket or just go sit with him.

He keeps looking up at you periodically and then goes back to watching something on his phone. You roll your eyes and groan, this music isn’t mellowing you out at all. 

Fucking asshole. 

You stood up and walked over to him, he looked up and watched you as you stood above him. You picked up the blanket and slid in next to him on the couch. He stared down at you as you tucked yourself into his side, him wrapping an arm around you. You sigh at the new found warmth and pull an earbud out of your ear. He does the same and you both just stare at each other.

“I’m sorry.” He says first. You sigh and lean into his chest. 

“I’m sorry too, I shouldn’t have been such a bitch.” You say looking back up to him.

“Hey, whoa.” He cuts you off. “You were not and are not a bitch, I was the one being an asshole and I’m sorry for that. I’ve just been really tired lately and I haven’t been around and I was mad at the fact that I only have like today with you for a while.” He says looking away.

“We only have one day together, and you wanna spend it fighting?” You giggle. 

“No, I don’t know. I was just,” 

“Grumpy, you were grumpy.” You say smiling at him. “I was too.”

“Yeah.” He sighs. 

“I’m sorry and I love you.” You say as he starts to play with your hair.

“I love you too.” He smiles softly and leans down and connects your lips. He was soft and sweet. 

“What are you watching?” You ask as he pulls away.

“Greys, wanna watch?” He asks handing you the unused ear bud. You put it in your ear and take yours out. 

You both sit there until food is needed. You just sit in his arms, cuddling each other close. He just holds you, really close, to let him know that you are there. You are there with him and aren’t just going to disappear.

He smiles to himself when you fall asleep on his shoulder. He opens his messages and texts Andrew back. 

Hey man thanks for the idea, she got cold and came to me to keep her warm. I’m gonna have to keep the whole ‘turn the ac down’ in my back pocket. Worked like a charm. 

He smirks and clicks send. Nuzzling his face into her hair, falling asleep with her. 

Press Tour Distraction

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 993

Warnings: Swearing and Smutty goodness

Ratings: Mature

Summary: You decided to go on a press tour with your boyfriend Chris Evans.  Doing all the interviews, press, and photoshoots was really getting to him. You decide to give him a nice distraction during a break from an interview.

London was just as beautiful as you had ever dreamed it would be.  Being on the press tour for Captain America Civil War was pretty damn exciting too.  You were here with Chris Evans, your boyfriend of two years as he begged you to come on the press tour this time.  He didn’t have to do too much begging to coerce you into coming.  It was an easy way to travel the world you figured.  Also, because he hired you as his PA for the press tour, Marvel paid for it all.  Not too shabby!

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A/N: Request from @lunajones24. I love a commanding and possessive Loki. Do you? ;-) Guys, I literally wrote this at university, the adrenaline rush… reading smut in public is one thing but writing it is another… holy shit. xD

25th October: Secrets. 🐱 | feat. Loki

Words: 830
Warnings: smut

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Autobiography of Black

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut & Angst

A/N: This gets explicit really fast so if you’re not into that, please don’t read. Like in all my stories, the relationship is toxic, the story is sad and there are explicit sex scenes.
The reader and Jungkook are from working class families, they live in a building complex(like the one in the pic), which is considered “the poor” part of town. The army duty in this story is not your regular ‘serving in the army for for 2 years’. It’s something we had in my country when they were about to cancel army duty. Younger men only went to the quarters to help out with tasks and they’d go back home every night.
He covers his tattoos, because the army doesn’t allow them. I’ll go through it later to correct any mistakes.

None of these pictures are mine, credits to the owners.

You’ve seen him around.

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Giggle Shots

Newt Scamander x Reader

Author: Lil Lambie

Words: 1156

Warnings: Mild language, kissing, implied smut, possible incorrect HP info??

Request: @vivere-citta 11, 30 and 32 with Newt. I’m sorry, I just love him. THANK YOU SO MUCH!! Please tag me whenever you get it posted (no rush, take as long as you need)

11: “just tAKE THE JACKET!”

30: “C-can you hold my hand?”


A/N: I loved writing this one and I’m not sure whether this was out of character or not. I just thought the Giggle Shots would give me more room to make Newt more outgoing and weird. I really liked this one and I hope you do too. I’m sorry if anything is incorrect in the context of Harry Potter and Fantastic Beasts, I’ve only recently started reading HP and have only seen Fantastic Beasts once. Enjoy!

You walked out of the bar in silence. Newt bid Tina farewell and he kissed her cheek. She smiled and waved goodbye. Newt ran back to your side. He had just thrown down three shots of giggle juice.

Newt was more clumsy in his step, one foot swinging in front of another. He hiccuped and giggled.

“What?” you laughed, crossing your arms over your chest.

Newt smiled wildly at you. “You look beautiful tonight.”

You blushed and kept walking. Newt ran to catch up with you. You hadn’t had giggle juice because you knew what it did it to you. You lost all control and were impractical. So you only stared at Newt with what you managed, an unamused face.

Newt swung his arms behind you and put his head on your shoulder. He kissed your warm cheeks and watched with wonder as his breath frosted in the air. “You are amazing (Y/N). You are so pretty. Like starlight. You are so funny. You always make me laugh.”

“Okay, okay.” you laughed pushing him off.

Newt was supposed to be walking you back to your apartment, but it seemed that you would have to take him back to his apartment. Or rather his suitcase. Which he left at your apartment. You made him promise not to bring it. He had frowned at you and insisted on bringing his bowtruckle which was still quite clingy.

He petted the bowtruckles head with his thumb and smiled at it in his pocket.

You breathed out, a stream of frosted air blowing in front of your face. You rubbed your arms and blew warm air into your hands, trying to regain feeling. “Remind me again why we can’t Apparate?” you asked him.

He smiled and spun around, throwing his arms out at his sides. He opened his mouth and caught a snowflake on his tongue. He smiled. Satisfied. “Because I love it out here. It’s so beautiful. Also, I’m out of floo powder.” he laughed.

“I might freeze to death by the time we get there.”

“(Y/N),” Newt said, stopping. He pulled his dark peacock coat, careful of the bowtruckle. He began to lay it over your shoulders.

You pushed him off and walked farther ahead. “No, I don’t want your jacket.”

Newt sighed then laughed terribly loud. A laugh like Grindelwald’s. “I know what you’re doing, (Y/N)! You are playing hard to get!” he shouted, overcome with giggles.

“No, I’m not.” you lied.

He laughed louder and took a bounding step forward. “I know I’m delusional right now, but I’m telling the truth! Don’t think I’m stupid!”

“I never said you were.”

“You called me an adorable idiot.”

“Idiot none of the less.” you laughed.

Newt laughed uncontrollably. You had thought the giggle juice shots had worn off now, that or it was just Newt now. “Why don’t you loosen up, (Y/N)? Have some giggle juice and just let loose-ha-that rhymed.” you shook your head and looked at the ground. This was the longest walk home ever. “Hey! Hey!” you slugged your shoulder, “You remember that time you drank so many giggle shots that you jumped on the bar and started doing the Erumpent mating dance! It was adorable!”

“You taught me that dance!” you said defensively. “That was a mistake and I don’t drink giggle shots anymore.”

“Then why’d ya come to the bar with Tina and I?”

You sighed and turned around, stopping in front of him. “Because, Newt I wanted to be with you. I honestly wanted to make sure nothing went down between you and Tina. I don’t want the chance of getting my heart broken. You are probably too drunk to remember this, but yeah, Newt, I like you. I like you a lot. Erumpent mating dance a lot.” you laughed.

Newt smiled and reached for your hand as you began walking again. “C-can you hold my hand?”

You shook your head and looked down at your hands. Newt’s was approaching yours. You stared at it tentatively.

“HOLD MY HAND GODDAMMIT!” Newt yelled in your ear, snatching your hand into his. You were taken by surprise. The two of you burst out laughing as you interlaced Newt’s warm soft hands into yours.

He half smiled. “I’m sorry, (Y/N). I just really wanted to hold your hand.” he laughed and smiled innocently.

“I could tell.” you smiled.

Your hands swung between each other.

“Are you still drunk on giggle shots?” you asked Newt.

He smirked and you knew, as his head slanted to the side like usual, a curl falling over of his eyes. You reached up to fix. Your hands touched. The two of you smiled.

Newt dropped his hand back to his side.

You stepped a little closer to Newt and rubbed your free hand on your leg, then blew onto it. “(Y/N),” Newt said softly.

He repeated the motion earlier. Breaking away from you and pulling his jacket back off and offering it to you.

You gave him the same answer and matched the tilt of his head and smiled, saying “No.”

“just tAKE THE JACKET!” Newt screamed, throwing the jacket over your shoulders and wrapping it around tight securing his arms around you.

You looked back to see Newt’s freckled and smiling face resting on your shoulder. “I didn’t want you to be cold.” he smiled. “I’m sorry.”

“You are ridiculous.” you laughed, trying to hold up the jacket by yourself.

Newt wouldn’t let you. He playfully squeezed and held on. “I want to be warm too.” he smiled.

After a long cold walk, the remaining ten minutes, Newt’s arms wrapped around your stomach, you walked into your apartment and ran for the nearest blanket. You kicked the door closed. “It’s so cold outside!” you shouted.

You threw the blanket over yourself and wrapped it around your head, falling onto the sofa. Newt pulled one corner of the blanket from you and sat next to you. His head wrapped around with a blanket, his fingers pinching it around his face. “Can I join you?”

“I guess.” you laughed.

“No more hard to get.” he said.


“I’m not letting you get away.” Newt pushed you down and grabbed your face gently and kissed you. He pulled the blanket from you and threw over the two of you. When he pulled away you stared at each other almost complete darkness, the air growing warm between you. His hands and lips were warm compared to yours. You put your cold hand to his cheek, feeling him shiver for a moment only for him to kiss you.

The snow storm continued outside as you kissed Newt under the blanket.

Then the sheets.

On a silver platter - Dylan O’Brien

Description: Dylan is early to a hangout with Y/N and overhears some things he maybe shouldn’t have heard. This is smut you guys, if you didn’t notice it by my vague description. 
Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader 
(involves Teen Wolf if you want - I had a part 2 in mind)
Word count: 2063

You can read part 2 here!

A/N: I told myself that if my first post ever got 50 notes, I’d immediately post another thing I had written. So here you go. Let me know what you think!

I grin and nod my head as I pass Tyler, waving shortly at him before disappearing around the corner. I promised Y/n we would hang out tonight, and seeing as how I had to bail on her the last three times due to problems during shooting, I thought I’d make it up to her by appearing almost an hour early. 
I’m nervous, although I’m not completely sure why.

Y/n was always very understanding of our dismissive schedule and even five minutes spent together was enough for her. Any other girl would’ve had my ass by now. But Y/n wasn’t like most. And she wasn’t mine either - something I’m painfully reminded by every time Stiles has to make out with her and she starts laughing as soon as the scene is over and I’m left with a tent in my boxers.
From afar I can already see the door to her trailer is ajar, as well as hear the heartily chatter of Holland and Y/n herself. I lick my lips as my hand lands on the door handle, abruptly stopped by their conversation.

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No Regrets (Part 7)

So I’ve been away for a few days, spending some time with my family. Didn’t manage to update this earlier but here it is now! Hope you like it!

Need to catch up? Here’s No Regrets Masterlist

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: Swearing. Some angst. SASSY TONY.

A/N: Ooh, the tension, guys! Also, this gif is so perfect for this part!

Originally posted by starkexpo

You needed coffee today. Normally you’re pretty cheery when you arrive at work but this morning you were snappy and your colleagues noticed. The girls have asked you to nip around the corner to the café and grab you all some liquid caffeine. You were more than happy to do it – anything to get out of the office today! You were getting tired of all the drama. In a way you knew that this will pass in time, you’d just have to stick through it. But logic was not the dominant force today. Today angst and bitterness were having a day out in the life of Y/N…

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Chapter 5: We’re a perfect match // Shawn Mendes


Chapter 1:

Chapter 2:

Chapter 3:

Chapter 4:

Authors note: This is kind of short, sorry guys! The writing makes up for it, I swear. And here we have Shawn slowly becoming a sweet lil muffin who just wants to be loved

Recap: “Right, because you don’t want a soulmate.” I reply, feeling immensely tired after the night I had.
I’m not sure whether I had already started dreaming but I swear I heard Shawn say one last thing before he left.“I want you to want me because I’m me.”

Shawn didn’t show up until 4 days later, the soft knocking drawing me away from my laptop where I was watching a movie.

Tugging the curtains back, I flip the lock and allow him in. I resume my place on my bed, not saying anything to my match and he doesn’t bother to start a conversation either.

I press play, letting the movie continue and Shawn takes a seat on the small sofa in the corner of my room, next to my bookcase and opposite my bed. 

We sat in silence, Shawn taking a novel off my shelf and reading it while I continue to watch my film, the voices from the actors filling the awkward silence.

An hour or so later my movie has finished and I shut the screen, placing my laptop on the floor. My gaze flicks back to Shawn’s figure and I chuckle softly, noticing that he was asleep.

I get up, my feet barely making a sound on the plush carpet. I take the book out of his hands gently, careful not to wake him up, and chuck one of the throws I had on my bed over his body.

He looked so vulnerable lying there, the scowl that always seemed to be on his face was gone. It made him look softer, the air of arrogance gone and replaced by a much younger appearance.

I brush back a curl that had fallen on his forehead, knowing that I was becoming border line creepy but I couldn’t help but want to touch him. There was no way he would ever let me do this if he was awake.

His eyelids flutter, one of them cracking open lazily.  I meet his gaze, my cheeks heating.

“I thought you were asleep.” I stammer, feeling nerves rack my body at what his reaction would be.

He looks down at the blanket covering his body, then back to me. 

“You did this?” His voice rasps, I nod, waiting for the anger to appear.

He doesn’t say anything however, just pulls the fabric off him and standing up, heading for the door to my patio.

“Where are you going?” I ask softly, feeling a sense of disappointment that he seemed ready to leave.

“I’m going home.” He states, not sparing me a glance.

“You could stay here if you want, my parents won’t mind. As soon as I say to them that you’re my match they will love to have you over anytime-” I stop, the harshness of his gaze making me squirm.

“I don’t want to stay here and I have absolutely no interest in meeting your parents.” He spits at me and I feel my stomach clench, his words causing a hurt I wasn’t used to.

“I thought that after the other night when I was drunk-”

“You thought wrong. You were wrecked and I felt bad that you felt the need to drink your weight in alcohol.” He sounded so cold, so determined to shut me out that I didn’t know how to respond.

“What happened? We were getting along so well?” I question him, hoping my voice didn’t sound as weak as I felt.

“You don’t get it…do you?” his sarcasm sounds in his tone, his gaze locked on mine.

“Get what?” 

“Just because I help you once doesn’t mean I want to get married to you. I’ve been coming to see you because the libertas talk so much about how our matches aren’t what our society cracks them up to be. We fall for the illusion that they are perfect for us when really they’re based on who can produce the healthiest offspring, not who can make who happy.” His words are like knives, cutting through my walls that I had built up about the soulmate program.

“That’s not true!” I burst out, my anger growing. “They’re based off personality and compatibility. There may be an aspect of producing healthy children in there but if that was the only reason they started and continued the program tell me why all the matches have worked for 378 years?”

“They have a higher authority then us! You see them walking around in their white lab coats and clipboards acting like they’re so much better than us. We believe anything they tell us because of the power they have. Just because you’re not smart enough to think for yourself and make your own decisions doesn’t mean I’m the same.” He hisses at me and I feel a tear slip from my eye. I brush it away angrily.

“Get out of my house and don’t you ever come back.” I seethe at him, feeling whatever emotion I held for the boy dissipate.

He laughs and it sounds forced. “Now you get it don’t you Princess. We aren’t good for each other.” He edges closer and the rage I felt consumed me like a tidal wave.

“We might have been good for each other if you hadn’t been so persistent on never giving me a chance.”

“Or this is what we really would be like, except you chose to believe the lies you’re spoon fed by the government while I live in the real world, where we get to pick who ever we like to make us happy and make relationships of our own.” I feel like all the air has been knocked from my body.

“You have someone else?” I ask and my voice shakes. I don’t bother to wipe the tears that are falling thick and fast.

He grins at me, like he was finding pleasure in my pain. “You could say that.”

I don’t say anything, I turn from him, not wanting him to see anymore of my breakdown.

“You have another girl yet you keep coming here, tormenting me with the idea of us having a future like its some game you’re playing.” I snap at him, trying to find strength to convey the betrayal I was feeling. 

“I told you that I never wanted a soulmate.” He whispers, appearing in front of me, one hand holding where my neck met my jawline on the side of my face, his thumb stroking my cheek softly. 

“One minute it seems like you hate me and the next you’re decent.” I say to him quietly, not daring to meet his eyes. 

“I wish that you could see what kind of spell they have you under.” Shawn’s other hand rises to cup the other side of my face and he tilts my head back until I lock my eyes on his. 

“I wish you could see what kind of spell the libertas have you under.” I retort back and he chuckles, his eyes swirling with humor.

“I see that we both have different views.” He says lowly, applying a slight pressure on my cheeks.

“What if you gave me a month. A month to persuade you that this soulmate thing is real and that we could be perfect together.”

He cocks his head to the side and I hold my breath as he thinks.

“A month where we what.. exactly?” He inquires and he holds my gaze.

“We act like a pair of soulmates would if you hadn’t decided to be all moody and act like you don’t want me.” I can’t help but grin at his unimpressed expression.

“You’re not helping your case with your smart ass remarks.”

“Sorry,” I grin at him. “We do things that matches normally do when they find each other. Go out on dates, get to know each other. If I haven’t convinced you by the end of 4 weeks that we are perfect for each other and the soulmate program isn’t complete bullshit then I’ll let you go.”

He watches me throughout, examining the way my face lights up when I talk about matches, and how excited I was about finally having a normal soulmate relationship.

“4 weeks… And then that’s it. Thats all you get.” He finalizes and I squeal, my enthusiasm spiking.


“Don’t get too excited, we don’t start this whole thing until Saturday.” He looks at me to make sure I’m listening. 

I frown. It was only Wednesday. 

“I can work with that, I guess.” An idea pops into my head and a grin takes over my face. “We’re going out together on Saturday. Wear your finest suit and be here at 10 am, okay?”

“Do I get to know what I’m dressing up for?” He asks, sensing that he’s probably not going to like what I have planned.

“Nope, it’s a surprise. Just remember, suit, Saturday, 10:00 am, my house.”

“Got it.” He rolls his eyes, allowing me to push him towards the door.

I pause, watching his features turn into a small smile as I reach to close the door, I meet his gaze one last time.

“I’ll show you Shawn. We’re a perfect match.”

Originally posted by kdrauhl

anonymous asked:

Can you imagine if it was the Missus who invited Stevie Nicks to the Troubadour performance a while ago?

“I have a surprise for you.”

He spins around on his heels at the sound of her voice, stepping away from the stage where he stuck his set-list up for the show that evening, just in time to welcome her arms around his neck and allowing her body, dressed in his event t-shirt and a pair of black jeans, to come flush and press against his front. Her fingers toying with the damp hair, still smelling fresh of his shampoo from his shower, from not even an hour ago, at the nape of his neck as she pushed up on her toes to press a kiss to the curve of his right cheek. A devilish smirk on her face as he cocked an eyebrow in her direction.

“A surprise?”

She nods quickly, a grin permanent on her face before her hands drop from his hair and slide down his arms, her fingers slotting through his as she tugged him and urged him to follow her. Walking backwards across the empty space, that would soon be filled with a few hundred screaming fans, in a hushed silence that was filled with the clicking of her heels and the sound coming from his Vans as the rubber soles came into contact with the rather sticky ground beneath them.

“You haven’t found a cupboard to have a quickie in, have you? I told you we can’t do that anymore. Not after we almost got caught by Clare the other day,” he warned her, pulling her to him once he saw her almost crash into a box holding Sarah’s drum set inside, “can you walk properly, please? I don’t need to take you to the hospital because you’ve tripped and broken something.”

“Just follow me.

She spins on her heels and uses one hand to push the door open, letting their presence be seen in the corridors backstage. He sheepishly smiles at the crew and the stage handlers, helping to get the venue ready, all whilst being tugged along towards the dressing room that was already spilling with people.

“You’re showing me my dressing room? I know where it is. It was the first place I looked when we arrived,” he explained, holding her hand tightly and pulling her back to him, wrapping his free arm around her waist to keep her close, “what are you showing me?”

“Just stop asking me and go and take a look yourself,” she smirks as the both of them stumble towards the room, ignoring the teasing from Adam and Lou as they stood outside the crowded room, “I think you’ll like what I have for you.”

“Just tell me,” he whispers into her ear before she’s slipping out from his hold and shaking her head in his direction, “you know, if I don’t like this, I’m making you sleep on the sofa.”

He rounds the corner and steps foot into the dressing room and his face instantly lights up. His cheeks tinging pink and his mouth gaping open when he sees Stevie Nicks sitting on his sofa and nursing a cup of tea in her hands. One leg crossed over her other as she gave idle chat to Clare perched upon the arm. Sarah taking the seat at the vanity after just giving herself a once over.

“Stevie…” He whispers lowly, looking between his idol, taking space on his dressing room sofa, and his fianceé, who stood to the side, pointing towards her, “you..”

“Surprise,” the missus grins widely, “I may have gotten in touch with her a few weeks ago and asked if she wanted to come and see you when you next perform in America. I know she loves coming to see you and you love going to see her and I don’t think I’ve seen a bigger fan of Fleetwood Mac than you, mister. I thought it would be great for her to come and see you perform your own hits,” she strides towards him and he instantly holds her and hugs her tightly, “there may also be one more surprise…”

“Don’t tell me Mick Jagger is going to burst out the wardrobe?”

She shakes her head and looks towards Stevie, smiling at her as she stood to her feet. Moving her cup into Clare’s hands as she slowly made her way towards him, reaching for his hand and squeezing it tightly.

“How do you feel about you and I performing together?” xx

Down the Rabbit Hole

Originally posted by carezero

Pairing: Maknae line x Reader

Genre: Wonderland!Au / Angst / (eventual) Smut / Drabble series

Rated T for mentions of drugs, madness and mature themes 

Word count: 1.8k

Synopsis: It took Y/n months - years. Infinite days of searching, of wondering, of grasping to the tiny, fragile hope of not being crazy as everyone said.

(But, really, who isn’t a child of madness in this world?) 

And, finally, she found it: the key to open the gates to Wonderland. So, with a smile curling her lips and liquid danger between her fingers, the girl gladly fell once again.       

Author’s note: So, dunno what this thing is, an experiment, maybe. Hope you’ll enjoy this darkish lil series (cos of course if the horror isn’t deep embodied in my words I’m not happy). In the next parts things will get way more interesting tho - this is only the beginning, after all.

prelude // part 1 // part 2

Prelude – Home again                                                                                  

                                                                                                      “Little Alice fell
                                                                                                               the hole,
                                                                                                bumped her head
                                                                                          and bruised her soul.”

The room is wide, nearly boundless, yet the smoke filling the area seems to deprive it of space as well as air. 

It makes the chamber suffocating, diseased, scorching, and the grey, cerulean spirals are almost the fingers of a lustful beast: they excite and rouse everything at their touch, they skim over soft cheeks and turgid lips, awakened by the click of a lock snapping open.

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The Good Part: Young!Remus Lupin x Reader

Request:  Hey could u possibly do a Remus x reader where they are caught by the marauders and the rest is like fluffy and the marauders tease Remus so much and he’s super embarrassed n stuff? ty bb ilysm xxxxxxxx

A/N: I got so many ideas by just reading this request so I was super excited to write it. I’ve been having a bit of writers block for the past couple weeks, so I got super happy when I received all this inspiration for a single request. 

This did get a bit heated, so I hope that goes along well with what you were thinking for the request. 

I apologize if my writing isn’t fantastic right now, I’ve been under a lot of stress and it’s also been awhile since I written, so I’m sorry if it isn’t great.

Anyway, enjoy! ♥

Word Count: 1468

Warnings: Fluff, Little NSFW 

The once bustling common room was now dimly lit and vacant, the large stone fireplace crackled quietly in front of me as I sat on the over-sized red sofa in the corner. It was quiet, peaceful even, something I don’t get often.

The occasional breeze of hot air from the fire brushed my face as I lied back my head, resting it on the armrest behind me. Heaving a long sigh, I stared up at the dark ceiling, letting my eyes droop, hoping he’d show up soon. Just as I closed my eyes a small knock came from beside me, making my body instantly jump up.

Is that him?

Craning my head to the right, my eyes landed on a boy with a crooked smile leaning against the wall, a cream colored coffee mug in hand.

“Hey, Rem.” I whispered with a smiled, motioning for him to sit beside me. Just seeing him made my heart leap.

“Hello, love.” He whispered, leisurely walking over and setting down his coffee on the small wooden end-table to my right. Not saying anything else, he proceeded to stand directly in front of me. 

Pulling my eyebrows together, I glance up at him. As I was about to ask if he was alright, Remus took me by the hand and pulled me up, crashing me against his chest. Blinking a couple times I glanced up at him to see a small smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

“Rem-” Not giving me a chance to say anything he turned around and collapsed onto the sofa where I was previously sat, getting as comfortable as could be.

The once small smirk had turned into a rather large one as reached for his coffee beside him, taking a long, slow drink from it and swallowing it, ending with a rather loud pop.

“You just going to stand there and stare at me, love?” He asked cockily, raising his left eyebrow as he lightly patted his left knee.

I could feel my ears starting to get hot as I frantically looked around the room, looking for a different place to sit. “I-I’ll just sit over here…” I whispered awkwardly, cocking my head at the seat I’d spotted.

Making sure he wasn’t about to say anything, I nodded a couple times before starting to walk. As I took a couple steps past him, Remus’ had fell to my waist, and within seconds I was pulled back, right into his lap.

My body sat awkwardly still at first, not being completely used to this sort of thing.

Letting a short tut of laughter leave his mouth, he pulled me up his lap, bringing me into a straddle around his waist. “You’re adorable, Y/N…” He whispered, leaning in so his lips where pressed right next to my ear. “So, so adorable…”

Taking the chance given to him, he ran his tongue over my ear, nibbling lightly in certain spots, causing my hands to instinctively grab onto his shoulders.

Chuckling to himself, Remus wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled up further, bringing me within centimeters of his face. “Well hello there.” He whispered with a devilish smirk, glancing up at me with his stunning green eyes. Narrowing them, his glaze flickered from mine down to my lips, and as if confirming what he was about to do, he nodded to himself before pressing his lips to mine.

The kiss started out slow and clean, my lips molded into his as if they’d belonged there. His hands stayed planted on my waist, not wandering anywhere.

The room had progressively become hot with our bodies pressed against each other, and, coincidentally, the kiss turned more needy, as if we were depending on each others mouths.

Remus’ hands had slowly made their way downwards and were now resting on my bottom, gently squeezing it a few times, causing my mouth to fall open. Not losing the point of vulnerability, he quickly gaining dominance over me and let tongue invade my mouth as if he was searching for something. Letting out a quiet whimper, I slowly slid my fingers into his hair, pulling at the light brown strands, earning a groan from above me. 

Moving his hands up again, they quickly returned to my hips, squeezing them as he slowly pushed me down into the couch, releasing my lips from his.

Not sparing a second, Remus moved his attention down to my neck while his hands started moving my shirt up my body. Starting at the collarbone, he feathered small pecks all the way up my neck, right below my ear. Planting one last kiss underneath my ear, he lightly took the skin in between his teeth and started sucking. My fingers tightened their hold on his hair, my once quiet whimpers were now turning into full blown moans. 

“Oh my god, Remus…” My voice was soaked in pleasure, the fact that I managed to speak was a miracle in itself.

Why must he be so good at this?

Blowing on the hickeys he’d just created, he pulled away slightly to look down at me, the same smirk still on his face. His green orbs surveyed up and down my body before looking back at me. Clearing his throat he gave me an awkward smile and tugged lightly at the hem of my shirt that was now nearing my chest. “You-uh mind if I take this off.”

Even through the dim light I could see the slight flush of his cheeks, he’s such a gentleman and it’s adorable.

Leaning up, I lightly kissed his lips. “You’re so sweet, Rem, of cour-”

“…Merlin’s sake, Prongs, shut up! They’re just getting to the good part…” An ever so familiar obnoxious voice came from the nearby doorway.

Remus instantly froze from above me, whipping his head in the direction of the voice.

“See, look what you did.” The same voice whispered in annoyance.

“What I did? You’re the loud one here, Pads.” The other voice whispered back.

Instantly pulled my shirt down, Remus got off of me, not saying a word, I could practically feel his anger and embarrassment radiating off of him.


“Dammit, Sirius they can hear us now, move.” Within a couple seconds, two faces came stumbling out of the darkness, both with goofy grins plastered on their faces.

“Sooo…” Sirius started with a smirk, leaning into Remus’ face. “What'cha doin’?” At that comment, Remus’ already red face turned an even more vivid color as he turned in the opposite direction.

“Ohh this is good…” James piped in from behind as the walked up beside Sirius, lowering himself to Remus’ level. “Didn’t think you had it in ya, Rem.”

“Our little Moony-po is growing up! I’m such a proud mother.” Sirius blurted out excitedly, throwing his hands into the air.

Ignoring what they were saying, Remus buried his head into his arms that rested on the armrest while James ruffled his hair. “We need to have a celebration, when should we get started?” James asked, briefly turning his attention to Sirius.

“I don’t see why we don’t just do it now.” Sirius said with a smile, throwing his arms around Remus who was desperately trying to disappear into the sofa.

“Perfect idea I’ll ge-”

“No.” Remus whispered miserably, his face still buried in his arms as he shook Sirius off of him. 

“Can’t hear you buddy, maybe if you-I don’t know-showed us your face, we could hear you a bit better.” Sirius teased, pulling at one of the arms that held his head.

“Nope, not happening.” Remus’ voice came out again, still muffled in his arms.

“C'mon please?” Sirius begged, adding in a fake sniffle from his nose for the effect.

“Yeah, c'mon Moony…” James added in, still pulling at Remus’ hair.

Letting out a huge sigh and a rather disturbed groan, Remus lifted his head from his arms, glaring at the two children who stood in front of him. “I hate you.” He groaned, closing his eyes for a moment.

“Look how red his face is! Remus you’re so adorable!” Sirius yelled out again, completely ignoring what he’d just said and wrapping his arms around him.

“Making out in the common room…naughty, naughty Remus. ” James chuckled, shaking his index finger at Remus as he got up to hug him as well.

“Group hug!” Sirius added, yelling rather loudly.

“How old are you again?” Remus groaned, not making a single move.

“Oh shut up and let your mum be proud of you.”

Looking at their exchange, though I was embarrassed, it was actually quiet fantastic. “C'mere Y/N, it’s a great group hug and you’re missin’ it.” Sirius said with a grin, pulling me over to the rest of them.

The room became silent for a moment as all of us were wrapped around Remus who sat as still as a statue, it was actually sort of nice, for us anyway.

“We’re such proud parents.” Sirius whispered, nudging James with his elbow, ruining the so called ’moment’ we were having.

“I hate you all.” Remus groaned from underneath, a small smile making it’s way to his face.

Mirror of the Soul: Part 3 (Loki x Reader)

Note: Reader has the power to see people’s souls when they look in their eyes but doing so almost kills them. Please let me know what you think or if you want to be added to any tag lists!

Also, just saying, I have been this tired before and did spout some absolutely ridiculous things - I’m just glad it was to a friend who was equally as tired and thought everything I said made perfect sense!

Words: 1977

You can find the other chapters here: Loki Masterlist

You spent most of your time in the months that followed in Tony’s lab.

A few days after Tony had thrown biscuits around your room, the details of that moment had clicked in your brain. Somehow, you’d been able to meet your uncle’s eyes without any consequences. No pain at all. You’d not told him though. He didn’t need his judgement clouded by a fluke.

Whilst he seemed to be making progress - however painfully slow - you spent most of your days asleep on the small sofa in the corner of the room. For most of the experiments that your uncle ran you were actually rarely needed. He just sat talking to JARVIS, running hundreds of simulations.

When he did test his inventions on you, it was sadly never long before you ended up passed out on the floor or cradling your skull in pain. You’d had to limit the number of tests you performed as each failure had brought your heart closer to stopping. One disastrous attempt had ended with you blind to the world for an entire week. Despite this, you stayed by Tony’s side, always ready to give encouragement no matter how badly the tests went.

Occasionally, Bruce would join your uncle in his research but he never spoke to you. Not out of rudeness, of course. Aside from Tony, he was the only Avenger that seemed to understand the importance of leaving you alone. It didn’t mean he ignored you, though; every now and then he would throw screwed up pieces of paper your way with little messages scribbled across the pages. Your favourite messages were the ones were he complained about Tony. There were a lot of those.

The other Avengers still tried to engage you in conversation but, as bad as it made you feel, you’d started leaving the room whenever someone tried to talk to you. Contradictory as it may seem, around the Earth’s protectors you never felt safe. They were too kind, too caring. They made it too easy to forget how dangerous it was when you opened yourself up to the world.

               "Y/N! Wake up!“ Tony said, jumping up and down like a kid high on sugar. Shaking you by the shoulders, he practically screamed at you to get off the comfy sofa.

               "How long have I been asleep?” you grumbled, pulling the blanket over your head.

               "About ten minutes. Now come on!“

Trust Tony to finish his 48 hour long stint just as you drifted off to sleep. With a deep, unappreciative groan, you threw your heavy legs off the sofa and forced yourself to sit up. Rubbing your eyes, the world around you still blurry, you told him, "This had better be worth it.”

               "It will! I’m sure this will work.“ He dragged you over to his work bench and sat you on a tall stool. You had to lean back against the bench to stop your body from swaying in exhaustion.

               "Right, put these on for me,” Tony ordered, handing you a pair of glasses. The frames were attached to hundreds of wires which, in his haste, Tony had managed to pull into a very impressive knot.

He tapped away on his computer and the lenses soon acquired a blue tint. Looking over his shoulder, Tony asked you to describe the technical readouts that appeared inside the lenses. You didn’t understand a word you were saying but suspected it was good news when Tony poured himself a celebratory drink. “Okay, I think they’re ready. Do you want to try them out?”

You nodded nervously, now completely awake. Anxiously lifting your gaze to your uncle’s eyes, you stared on in amazement. Clear as day, Tony sat before you - without a shimmer! You focused harder, searching for any sign of the yellow mist that usually surrounded him but could find nothing. For the first time in weeks, you felt a stupid grin tugging at your lips.

The sharp lines on his face softened and his brown eyes shone in the artificial daylight of the lab. The transformation was stunning; he looked ten years younger, smiling in a way he’d not done since you were a child. However, moments later, a crinkle appeared on his forehead and you were blinded by a bright flash of yellow.

               "It’s not your fault, Tony. You’re getting there. This was a huge step forward! Y/N will understand. She knows that you are trying your best.“ Bruce’s soothing voice filled the lab and, even without opening your eyes, you knew that Tony would have visibly relaxed. "You’ll find an answer soon enough.”

               "I feel like I’m failing her,“ he admitted and you felt your heart break into a thousand tiny pieces. "Nothing I’ve tried will work as a long term solution and every time I fail Y/N has to suffer.”

Bruce was so busy trying to console his friend that neither man noticed you slip out of the lab through the back stairs.

               "JARVIS?“ you whispered as you made your way around the service corridors.

               "What can I do for you, miss Stark?”

               "Can you stop tracking me? I know Tony has you keeping an eye on me but I don’t want to be found. Not for a while, at least. I have to think.“

               "I can’t do that, miss.”

               "JARVIS, please!“ you begged the AI. You actually liked him a lot, being able to converse with him about all manners of topics without the fear of making eye contact. It had taken you a while to get used to chatting to an empty room but you’d quickly gotten over it and now looked forward to your daily conversations.

You could practically hear the computer trying to come up with a solution and swore you could hear a smugness in the metallic voice when he told you, "There are sensor blind spots in some of these service corridors. If you happened to be in one such spot when I ran a scan for your location, I would not be able to pinpoint your position. It would take hours to manually search the building.”

               "Thank you, JARVIS. Thank you so much,“ you murmured gratefully, heading off up the stairs. You found a small crook a few floors up, a tiny platform off the stairs with a window looking down on the city.

Lines of moving headlights flowed around the Tower like rivers of light. Occasionally you caught sight of bright bursts of colour, souls flaring up with emotion and calling out to you. It was too dark to see who the people were - and you were too high up anyway - but the busyness of the world below actually helped to calm your thoughts.

Hours passed and the sun soon began to shine. You were beyond tired; aside from your ten minute nap last night, and your brief stint of unconsciousness after the failed experiment, you’d not slept in almost 3 days. Even for you, surviving that length of time without rest was a stretch. However, the natural light kept you awake and you just drifted into a sort of trance.

               "Nice place you’ve found,” a familiar voice drifted down the staircase.

You turned your head over your shoulder to face Loki and mustered a tired smile. “I needed to be alone.”

               "I tried to visit you earlier. The AI said you’d left the lab so I went to your room but you weren’t there.“ A long silence stretched between you before Loki told you, "Everyone’s been trying to find you for hours.”

               "Remind me to thank JARVIS again,“ you whispered, rubbing your temples. Lack of sleep combined with a severe bump on the head from hitting the floor of the lab earlier had left you with a splitting headache. "Are you going to tell them you found me? Want to be the hero of the hour?”

Loki shot you a dark look that managed to perfectly convey his feelings on the matter. “No need. They’ll find you soon enough.”

               "You’re a good person, Loki.“ The world suddenly seemed to be at a strange angle but you realised after a long moment of confusion that that was because you’d slumped to the ground, your body no longer able to hold itself up straight.

Looking up at the god, who had moved down a few more steps to keep an eye on you, you muttered, "I think I’m very sleepy. Wouldn’t it be cool if the sky was purple? I love purple. There isn’t enough of it. Or stars. They’re only there for a few hours then poof. All gone. Wait. Not gone. Just hidden. It’d be so cool to be invisible.”

               "I’d say you’re probably right,“ he agreed, although you couldn’t be sure which of your statements the god was actually agree with. "I’d also say you are remarkably adorable when you’re tired.”

               "You know what else is adorable?“ you asked as you pushed against the concrete wall, twisting your body into another strange - yet surprisingly comfortable - position. "Tigers. They look all cute and fluffy but they’d bite off your hand in a second. I like that.”

               "Is that so?“ Loki asked, leaning forward on his knees. His eyes crinkled around the edges as he smiled, clearly amused by your exhausted ramblings.

               "You’re a bit like a tiger. Cute on the outside and all dangerous on the inside. Or maybe it’s the other way around… All dark and murder-y on the outside but soft and sweet inside. Like… Like whatever animal that’s like,” you said, descending into hysterics. “Like a burnt cake!”

Loki raised his eyebrows, muttering something along the lines of, “cakes aren’t animals” before shuffling down the final few steps to reach you. He brought his head down to yours, which was now basically supporting the entire weight of your body as you twisted into a know to rival a professional contortionist. “Do you want me to tell you a new story?”

               "I’m not a child,“ you said indignantly, collapsing into a heap. With a sigh, you stretched out across the step and looked up at Loki. "I’m sorry. I’d love to hear another story. Please?”

With a small smile, he began telling you about the time he and Thor had pretended to be the most beautiful goddess of all and her handmaiden in order to reclaim mjolnir after it’d had been stolen. “Of course, it was me that did all the work when it came to finding my brother’s hammer…”

               "I bet you looked amazing in a dress,“ you yawned, unable to keep your eyes open any longer.

               "You should have seen Thor,” Loki said fondly, absentmindedly tracing the edge of your jaw line with his fingers.

               "I love your stories,“ you told him. At least, you thought you said it out loud. You might have just thought it instead. Dreams and reality were getting a lot harder to separate now.

               "Tony! I’ve found her!” You heard a loud voice shouting somewhere nearby. It wasn’t smooth and silky like Loki’s. It was much higher. Much harder. Definitely a woman.

Rolling off your step, groaning as you hit the one below with a thus, you looked up and said dreamily, “Hey, Nat… You’re definitely a tiger.”

               "Oh, Y/N.“ She swept you up in her arms and threw you over her shoulder, jogging down a few steps until she bumped into your uncle. "She’s fine, just delirious. Nothing that a good sleep won’t cure.”

Tony nodded, his face pale with worry. He let Natasha carry you back to your room before tucking you into bed - but not before getting JARVIS to double check the bump on your head from earlier. When the scans came back negative for a concussion, Tony grabbed a spare pillow from the end of your bed and made himself comfy on the floor.

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