someone write me a one shot

writing fanfic more like:

  • have I used that word recently *ctrl + f* shit
  • “are you still working on that fic?” last edited: 24th January 2005 “haha of course”
  • that feeling when someone comments
  • planning a fic down to the words you’ll use without anywhere to write it down and getting home and remembering none of it
  • it’s just a fic no one will care about inaccuracies *spends four hours researching a 2000-word one-shot*
  • grammar
  • *sees word in advert* yes that’s a good word I’ll remember that word *never uses word*
  • my last four fanfics are centred around this character and while it means their characterisation is perfect, people are yelling at me
  • “oh you write? can you name a character after me” “ummm”
  • is that a real word *red line appears* well why isn’t it
Promises, Both Kept and Unkept

pairing: philip hamilton x reader but also dad!john laurens x reader

word count: 2600

warnings: swearing, cheating

prompt/request: “um…hi, can you write something where the reader is john laurens’ daughter whose dating philip, but he cheats on her & laurens comforts her. ok thx :)” from @riiotkid

a/n: this one takes place in two different time periods - when they were kids (italics) and when they were dating. it’s kind of emo and sad but either way, enjoy! <3


“Kiddo, a new family moved in next door!”

You looked up from your coloring pages and frowned. “Da-ad,” you whined, “I’m coloring.”

Your father, John Laurens, laughed and shook his head, bending down to grab your hand. “Come on, Y/N, let’s just go say hi and then you can come back and color. It’ll be five minutes. I promise.”

You stuck your bottom lip out in a pout. “Fine,” you said stubbornly, getting up with reluctance and following your dad out of the front door.

It was a sunny afternoon in August; one that has stuck in your memory for years after. You remember every wavering blade of grass, every fluttering leaf on the trees surrounding your home. The sidewalk was hot, nearly steaming, and the breeze was little relief from the scorching light beating down on you. You looked up at your father to see him shading his eyes, and you repeated the action as you both approached your new neighbor’s house.

You saw him and everything changed.

He was so cute. Cuter than any of the boys in your middle school. His face was splattered with freckles, and his small eyes were shining and bright in the summer sun. As you walked up, a man was bending down to meet the small boy’s height, reaching to the back of his head and trying to pull the wild curls flowing down his back into a ponytail.

“Phil, if your hair gets in your face while you’re carrying boxes, you’re going to fall,” the older man said.

“Da-ad, I’m not gonna fall!” the boy, apparently Phil, complained.

“Phil. You’re going to fall and we both know it.”

Phil pouted the same as you had earlier and crossed his arms over his chest. “Fine.”

“Excuse me?” your father said as the two of you approached. “You’re Alexander, right?”

The man, whom your father just referred to as Alexander, stood up straight and smiled. “Yeah, that’s me,” he said with a nod. “You must be… John, was it? Eliza told me about you.”

Eliza? you thought to yourself. You didn’t know who that was.

“Yeah, I’m John,” your father replied, holding his hand out. Alexander shook it firmly. “This is Y/N.”

Alexander crouched down and held his hand out to you. “Y/N, is it?” he repeated, eyes sparkling. “Nice to meet you.”

“N-nice to meet you too,” you replied, shaking his hand.

“Do you guys need help movin’ in?” your father offered as Alexander stood up once more.

“Yeah,” Alexander responded, slipping his hands into the back pocket of his worn-out jeans. “That’d be great, man, thanks. Little Philip over here can only carry one box at a time, and Eliza’s setting everything up inside.”

“I can carry one and a half,” Philip corrected from the stairs, where he had collapsed during your introduction.

“I can help you!” you exclaimed, practically tripping over yourself as you ran over to the young boy. “I’m strong, just like my dad, see? Look at these muscles!”

Philip laughed and pushed himself off of the stairs. ”I have more muscles,” he said, rolling up the sleeve of his t-shirt and flexing his bicep. “See?”

“No, I do!” you protested, trying to flex yours even more.

“Well, let’s see who can carry the most boxes from the moving truck up the stairs and into the house,” Philip said. “Then we’ll know.”

“You’re on.”

Philip took your hand in his and together, the two of you ran over to the moving truck.

And things hadn’t been the same since.

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Ball Chain & Satin

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: “Can you write a one shot where Bucky and Reader are getting married, but Bucky is scared. Angst or fluff, it’s up to you. Thanks!” Requested by Anonymous.

Word Count:1,391

Warnings: Language (probably)

A/N: I’m working on my requests, yay me! Oh boii, the fluff is strong :) Hope you’ll like it!

Originally posted by heartsandwheels

You were in front of the mirror, admiring your sleeveless satin wedding gown when someone knocked on the door.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me.”

Grabbing a fistful of satin, you gathered up the skirt of your gown and moved closer to the door. You pressed your ear against the wood and heard him shuffling around on the other side of the door.

“Buck, what are you doing here? We’re not supposed to see each other before the ceremony.”

“I wanted to see you.”

“You’ll see me in an hour. Now, hush!”

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Young!Royai is adorable and pure and everything and I love the idea of them falling in love as awkward teenagers but then the manga quietly reminds me that Riza addresses Roy as “Mr. Mustang” when they’re standing alone in front of her father’s grave, which makes it pretty clear to me that there were no romantic attachments at the time. Of course, I’m not sure what the original Japanese was, if it actually translates to “Mr.” or if it was something less formal. But regardless, the manga makes it explicit that they were close enough to share personal feelings but not so close that Riza felt like she was allowed to use his first name. So, friends, probably, but lovers, no. (Unless cultural norms are just that wildly different in Japan and if that’s the case someone please tell me so.)

And while that makes me pretty sad because I think their relationship would be even more bittersweet if they’d been in love before the war, it also makes me excited and emotional because that means that sometime between her father’s funeral and her graduation from the academy a couple months after the war, their feelings for each other went from “we lived in the same house for a few years and got along well enough” to “I feel like I can trust you” and “I’ll follow you into hell if you ask me to.” I have a mighty need to know what happened between them that caused this shift and how long it took for them to recognize that it was mutual and if they ever even had to say it aloud at all.

I would give an arm and a leg for a sequel series that solely explores their relationship pre-canon and post-canon.

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Historical Fanfic No One Asked For: Blue Coat Red Coat

Steve found his mark in the barn.

He held his wounded belly, chest rising and falling. A wounded, wild animal. He looked up at Steve with all the defiance a dying man could muster. Steve held his bayonet at the ready. He should’ve shot. The man was a rebel, a traitor to the king. But that look in those steel eyes– they spoke of desperation, of a life suppressed and denied freedom. Steve wasn’t daft. In those eyes, Steve saw himself, clear and free of England’s patriotism. He wore the colors of oppression, the symbol of a king who let others die in his stead, he grew up reciting prayers altered to fit a king angered by the Catholic Church. He was a lie, and all it took was that flash, unfiltered, raw and so very clear in the blue coat’s gaze. So Steve lowered his bayonet, dropped to his knees and pulled out his bandages. 

The man flinched away, but his throat betrayed him with mangled whines of pain. He let Steve undo the buttons on his jacket and rip open his cotton shirt. The wound glistened in the barn. Orange flames from Steve’s lantern painted the man’s chest in wild flashes of color. Steve pulled out a flask of water, cleaning the wound. He’d need ale to prevent infection, but Steve couldn’t move him like this. 

“W-why? So you c-can take me prisoner? Torture me for information?” The man spit in Steve’s face. “Fuck you.” 

“No.” Steve wiped the saliva off his cheek. “Because fuck the king. That’s why.” 

The man’s eyes rounded, his sharp gaze was less wolf and more human. His skin even warmed as he relaxed against the hay. 

“Those’re traitor’s words,” he said before coughing. “You’re a captain.” He pointed to the gorget over Steve’s sternum. 

“Yeah well, maybe I’ve seen enough people die for a man who’s too scared to fight his own battles.” 

The man tried to laugh, but it came out garbled and wet. He rested his head back, adam’s apple bobbing. “Welcome to the rebellion, red coat.”

“What’s your name, blue coat?”

The man flashed a smile, his canines glinting in the lantern light. With a wince, he sat up more, holding the bandages where Steve packed the wound. “Get me outta here alive, and I’ll think about telling you.” 

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ADORAR

REQUEST (ANON)Will you please do Steve x Reader smut involving muscle worship like biting his bicep or some thing like that? Or maybe this has been written before would you rec these kind of fic? I love muscular men Jesus help me . 

I personally don’t know any other fics like this , but I hope someone can help you out . I hope you like this nonnie. 

A/N - Thank you Taw @supersoldierslover so much .I love you .

Also I decided to jump on the A/B/O bandwagon with this one-shot because why the fuck not. I love reading them and this is my extremely poor attempt at writing it. But I still hope you like it.

WORDS - 2.2K

WARNING- Smut, oral (mr/fr) , vaginal sex.NSFW GIFS (that’s it I guess. If I missed anything , feel free to tell me , I will add it.)

Originally posted by perfectfeelings

“Urghhh ,Hrmph ….” The sounds of grunts and groans , thudding of the punching bag and clinking of the machines filled the gym . Everyone watching from the sidelines as Steve tried to relieve his frustration. Every omega that tried to walk towards him he’d just hiss and scare them  away . It was a little comical to you . To see Steve who was usually the most calm , just going through tens of punching bags , sweat dripping from his face and his perfectly toned abs , down his juicy thighs.

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Y/N hasn’t left his side since he found her a week ago and he can’t say it’s the worst thing. Sure, she can be a menace and an absolute nuisance at times, and she eats all of his food, but she expresses her gratitude in his saving and feeding her by protecting him, whether it be from seedy burglars or a raccoon that had scampered in through his open patio door. And he can’t say the company isn’t nice either, since he’d never liked being alone in the first place.

“Harry,” she begins, voice soft, low, and borderline monotone that drags him from his reverie, and he looks towards where she sits besides him on the couch, “I’m bored. Can we go to the grocery store?”

His brows furrow, “We went yesterday, what could you possibly need from the grocery store?”

“Milk, please.”  She stands up and grabs his keys, her gestural way of saying that she is going with or without him, “And Little Debbie.”

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Y/N is 100% not a human 

(this is part 1 of a small little series I’ll be writing in between one shots!!) 

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Without you.

Hii, Here is part 2 to ‘Give me a Break.“ I got so many great responses to it and I cant thank you enough. I hope you enjoy it.xxx

During the first week without him Y/N was alright. She busied herself with working and cleaning up the house and doing everything to take her mind off the fact that something was missing.
Or someone.

During the first week without her Harry was heartbroken. Just like every time he was away from her. It was worse this time though. He didn’t talk to her. And he had no idea where they were standing right now.
And he missed her.

During the second week without him it finally sunk in that he wasn’t there. Y/N finally realized what ‘taking a break’ really meant. It meant radio silence. Nothing. Nothing but her mind wandering to him and what happened. And how everything was so messed up.
And that was when she understood Harry’s doubts.

During the second week without her he got used to the empty feeling inside his heart. He got used to the sleepless nights and mornings filled with tears. He didn’t eat properly anymore. He hadn’t smiled ever since he left her standing in their foyer. He felt like he wasn’t able to breath. Like his lungs would collapse anytime.

When the day of his departure finally came he didn’t know what to do. He wanted to see her before he left for two weeks. He wanted a good luck kiss from her or else he was sure he would mess up SNL.
But when his finger hovered over the call button he hesitated. What if she didn’t want to talk to him? What if she didn’t want to see him?
He was scared.
No, terrified.
But he had to talk to her. He couldn’t take another second without hearing her voice.
So he took a deep breath and called her. And he waited. And waited. With ever beep his heart sunk lower and lower. Until finally it shattered when a female voice told him he could leave a message.
He tossed the phone onto the bed and gasped for air. Tears welled up in his eyes and streamed down his cheeks. Whimpers and silent sobs wrecked his body.
This can’t be happening.
She can’t be serious.
And again he began to doubt everything.

Two hours later his phone rang. When he saw her photo on his screen he closed his eyes for a second before he lifted his phone to his ear.
“Hello?”
“Harry, oh my goodness. I’m so sorry I didn’t pick up earlier but I took a nap and I didn’t hear my phone ringing. I’m sorry. Please tell me you didn’t leave yet.”
His eyes closed again when he finally heard her voice again.
“I haven’t.”
“Alright. Okay. Then I’ll come over. You want me to come over, right? Or maybe you just called to let me know you’re leaving and you don’t even want to see me. God, I want to see you, Harry. Or even worse you called to-”
“Love. I want to see you. Or course I do.” he chuckled quietly.
“You do?”
“More than anything.”
“You don’t hate me?”
“I told you I could never hate you.”
“Okay. That’s good, because I don’t hate you either. I actually love you and-” she stopped talking abruptly.
“And?”
“And I’m rambling.” she sighed out.
Harry chuckled and for the first time in weeks he smiled again. Because of her. Because she made him smile during the worst times.
“You want to come over now?”
“Yes. Of course. I’ll be twenty minutes tops. See you!”
“Drive safely.”
And with that they hung up.
He noticed that his hands were shaking and his face was burning up. Twenty minutes. Twenty minutes until he saw her again. God, he missed her.
He went into the bathroom and studied himself in the mirror. He had a bit of peach fuzz going on above his lips and around his jawline but he knew she liked that. His hair was messy but not too messy. He filled his hands with cold water and spritzt it onto his face to make sure he looked a bit more fresh.
He was wearing the yellow and black pullover from Gucci which Y/N absolutely loved. His legs were covered by black skinny jeans like always. On his fingers sat all the rings Y/N loved.
And she loved him.

Y/N was shaking too when she placed her phone down, her breathing heavier than usual.
She went into the bathroom to check her appearance. Her hair was straightened and framing her face nicely. Her makeup was natural but complimented every feature perfectly. She was wearing a dark blue V-neck pullover and around her neck she wore the golden necklace Harry gave her on their one year anniversary. Her legs were covered by blue ripped jeans and she knew Harry loved them.
But did he lover her?

When she finally arrived at Gemma’s house she was more nervous than ever. She didn’t know what would happen now. If she would only walk in, wish him good luck and then leave again. The worst was that she didn’t have a lot of time. Only an hour before she would have to leave in order to be on time for her dinner plans.
She took a deep breath before she got out of her car and made her way to the front door. She lifted her shaking hand and rung the doorbell. A few seconds later she heard footsteps making their way to the door. And then he opened it.
And he stood there in all his glory, looking even more handsome than ever. A soft smile grazed his lips and she heard him release the breath he was holding.
“Hello, lo-”
He didn’t get to finish his sentence because Y/N threw her arms around his neck and squeezed him tightly. She heard his surprised gasp and prayed he wouldn’t push her away, but he didn’t. Of course he didn’t. He only pulled her closer and nuzzled his face into her neck.
She smelled his familiar scent and tears sprung to her eyes immediately. His pillow lost his scent long ago and she missed it.
She smelled just like he remembered as well. Fresh and girly and so like home.
They stood like that for a few moments before Y/N pulled away and wiped the tears from her cheeks.
"Sorry, didn’t mean to jump on you like that. Just really missed you.”
Harry closed the door behind her and took hold of one of her hands.
“I missed you, too.”
Their eyes met and they both felt their hearts breaking all over again when they saw each others sadness.
Harry wrapped her in a tight hug again, his hands rubbing over her back in the way he knew she liked.
“You look very beautiful, my love.” he whispered into her neck.
“You look very handsome as well, Harry.” she replied and pulled back a bit so she could look at him.
Harry reached up to cup her cheek and stroked over her cheek gently.
“I cooked dinner. My legendary chicken that you love so much.” he smiled softly.
“I’d love to stay for dinner, but I can’t. I already made plans with someone.”
Y/N watched with horror as Harry’s face fell immediately and his hand dropped from her cheek. He took a step back and scratched his head awkwardly.
“A-Alright. Uhm, well-”
“Harry? Did I say something wrong?” she panicked, her hand reaching out for him but he took another step back.
“No. Everything’s okay.”
“Is… Is it because I said I made plans with someone?”
He looked at the floor, his fingers nervously playing with his rings. She sighed and shook her head.
“I made plans with someone new from work. His name is Tim and he needs some information and we thought it would be nice to do all that stuff over dinner.”
His eyes closed briefly when he heard his name.
Tim.
Y/N sighed again, closed the gap between them and threaded her fingers through his.
“This is a business dinner, Harry. Not a date. I don’t go on dates with anyone but if I would want to I’d only go with you. Tim is nice and we get along and he needs a bit of help. That’s all.”
“Do you like him?”
“I don’t know him so there’s nothing to like or dislike.”
“Do you want to get to know him?”
“Harry!” she exclaimed frustrated.
“What?!”
“I told you it’s a business dinner. You have nothing to worry about, alright? Believe me, I would love to stay here and eat dinner with you. But I don’t think that’s exactly what we should do during our break and I can’t just ditch Tim.”
His eyes snapped to hers and his brows furrowed.
“You think we can’t spend a evening together just because we’re on a break?”
Her eyes closed briefly and she sighed. She looked up at him again and lifted the hand that wasn’t holding his to his cheek.
“We said we needed space, remember? I don’t want to mess anything up just because we’re desperately missing each other.”
You said we needed space, not me.” Harry mumbled.
“Harry.” she all but pleaded and Harry sighed and nodded.
“So you don’t have that much time, hm?”
“No.”
“Well, at least you came. Wasn’t sure you’d want to.”
“Of course I wanted to. I missed you like crazy.”
The both stared into each other’s eyes for a few seconds before Harry sighed and leaned his forehead against hers.
“What are we doing, love?” he asked in a whisper.
“Let’s not talk about it now, yeah? We’ll do that when you’re back and we’ll have time.”
“Okay.”
Y/N reached her arms up again and wrapped them around his neck, pressing a tiny kiss right behind his ear.
“I’m scared, H.”
“Me too, love.”
They pulled back and both sighed.
“I think it’s better when I’ll leave now.” she whispered after a few seconds.
Harry wanted to shake his head and hold her so she couldn’t leave. He wanted her to stay with him and not go out with another man. She was his after all.
But he nodded anyway. Because it was for the better.
“Promise me to take care, yeah? And don’t go out without at least one bodyguard, you know how crazy the fans in New York are.”
“I promise.” he smiled weakly.
“And promise not to forget about me.” she whimpered and Harry was shocked to see tears falling from her eyes.
“Love, I could never forget about you. I love you so much.”
And now they were both crying.
“I love you too.”
“God, we never cry this much when I have to leave.” Harry chuckled.
Y/N giggled softly wiped her constantly falling tears away.
“You can still call me anytime you need to, okay? I’m never too busy and I don’t care about time zones.”
“Same goes to you.” she nodded.
“Can I get a good luck kiss? Or else I think I’ll mess up.”
She laughed softly and leaned up to press her lips to his. Harry moaned quietly at the contact and pulled her closer. She melted against him like she always does and opened her mouth so Harry could deepen the kiss, but only for a moment before he pulled away to breath. He held her in place with his hand in her hair so she wouldn’t pull away and pressed countless soft kisses against her mouth. He wasn’t ready to let go yet.
“Harry…”
“I’m gonna…”
“Be late.” she finally finished with a laugh when she pulled away enough that his lips didn’t touch hers anymore.
“Don’t care. That Tom guy can wait.”
“Tim.”
“Even if his name was Gustav, Rudolph or Theodor I wouldn’t care.”
Y/N kissed him through her smile and pulled him closer. She wasn’t ready to let go either.
“I really have to go now.”
He sighed, nodded and kissed her again.
“You’ll kick ass in New York, alright?”
He chuckled and nodded.
“I’ll try.”
They kissed again and again until she really had to leave or else she would definitely make Tim wait.
“You know that I love you, right?” he asked just before she exited the house.
“I do. I love you, too. We’ll get through this.” she smiled at him.
“Promise?”
“Pinky promise.” she nodded and slung her pinky around his.
“Bye.” he whispered.
“Bye. And let me know when you’ve landed, yeah?”
“I will.”
And after another kiss she left the house.

She made it to the restaurant right on time but Tim was sitting at the table already. She made her way through the room until she reached him and he stood up when he saw her.
“Hey.” he breathed and kissed her cheek.
“Hi, I’m sorry you had to wait. And I’m sorry that my outfit is so casual but I was a bit distracted earlier.” she blushed.
“Oh?”
“Yeah.” she nodded and sat down on her chair.

She made it through dinner without thinking about Harry every second. She was actually able to let go for a bit and enjoy it. Tim was fun and made her laugh a lot which she really needed for a change.
She decided that she liked him, he worked hard and was very interested in all the things she brought for him and he was also relaxed and cool. And she would be lying if she said she didn’t find him attractive.
If she didn’t knew Harry, she thought, she might go out with him again. But she knew Harry, and was his girlfriend. And she knew that no one could ever compare.
When they left the restaurant Tim insisted to walk her to her car just to know she was safe. The still laughed and giggled and the atmosphere around them was light.
“I really enjoyed dinner with you, I really needed some fun.” she smiled at him when they reached her car.
“Anytime.”
And something about the was he looked at her and smiled should have let her know that they weren’t on the same page.
He leaned in and Y/N thought he’ll only kiss her cheek but when she felt his lips brush hers her eyes widened.

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Originally posted by ohstylesno

a/n: I didn’t really edit, I kind of just rewrote the whole thing I already had because someone suggested this off of my list and I figured why not get to it while I have the time and the drive! So here’s some smut about being impatient and wanting to bone your boyfriend even though he’s super busy! Enjoy!

You really didn’t want to disturb Harry.

It was rare that he got the chance to work from his home studio. It was even rarer that you happened to have your weekend off around the same time that he decided to stay home and work instead of spending his days in a studio. But just because you had the weekend off didn’t mean he could drop everything to spend all of his time with you. You still had a lot to get done before you were back at work on Monday though, so you tried to busy yourself the best that you could with your little checklist. The bedroom and bathroom needed to be deep cleaned, the kitchen needed to be reorganized, and you had your home office that needed to be set up. The only problem was you had most of those things started on Friday evening and finished on Saturday afternoon. That left you with a day and a half of doing nothing, a day and half of wanting Harry desperately from afar.

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NCT (엔시티) Recommended Reading.

As someone who loves writing/coming up with ideas for stories; I can appreciate hard work when I see it. Of course I love all the writers I follow; this is a collection of one shots or series about NCT that I have fallen in love with. I’ll make sure to update this as much as possible; and if anyone has any recs of their own, I would love to hear em.

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Saturdays (pt 1)

Genre: Fluff/Smut (in pt 2)

Member: Jungkook

Warnings: None 

Word Count: 4484

Summary: After three months of loneliness and insecurities while on tour, Jungkook comes home to you.

Part 2

This is just pure fluff tbh. But Part 2 will much more explicit (and will be posted within the next two or three days at most). Enjoy!


You weren’t sure exactly how long you’d been sitting on the window seat with your knees pulled into your chest, the cool wall leaching all the warmth from your spine through the thick material of your hoodie. All day you’d been lounging in the comfort of your apartment, basking in the calming serenity of the pouring rain pattering against the wide window. The view of the Seoul skyline piercing the gray swirling clouds above was beautiful in the most hazy and sleepy way, almost as if the entirety of South Korea had just woken up from a Saturday-afternoon nap and hadn’t yet wiped the sleep from its eyes.

Saturdays were one of your favorite days, mainly because you didn’t have to worry about your usual responsibilities of college and work. You preferred to spend most of your Saturdays at home to recharge before having to finish up any assignments you’d been procrastinating over on Sunday, and you often found yourself devoting Saturdays to pampering yourself. Eating whatever you wanted, messily slathering on a face mask, taking a long steaming bath to relax your tense muscles, the works. At that point in the day, you’d already cooked yourself chocolate chip pancakes (You woke up around 11:30am, but who’s to say pancakes have to be reserved solely for breakfast time?) while your favorite moisturizing mask was caked on your skin. You stuffed the fluffy, sweet deliciousness in your face ravenously as you binge-watched YouTube videos, the only worry you had being that you may not have enough syrup.

Now you sat, four hours later, curled up by the window, still sucked into the void that is YouTube and enjoying the melancholy rainfall that was baptizing the streets of Seoul.

As much as you loved Saturdays, you couldn’t help but feel sad that you’d spent so many without your boyfriend around to participate in the self-care. The two of you had made it a tradition to spend Saturdays together and bond over cartoons and unhealthy snacks. Even though he basically lived with you when he wasn’t forced to stay at the dorms or travel for a tour, Jungkook was insistent on coming over and talking about each of your weeks through mouthfuls of pizza.

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Promise of More Tomorrows

Characters: Reader (Y/N), Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Warnings: Aftermath of drunken confessions, embarrassment, blunt Jensen   

Word count: 1300ish

A/N: So I was practically ordered into writing a part two of my one shot Promise Of Tomorrow, since Ana aka @percywinchester27 was the ring leader I forced her to beta this for me!

No hate towards Danneel - this is fiction. I love those two dorks together but for the sake of this, let’s pretend she is happy with someone else.

LATER EDIT: THIS TURNED INTO A SERIES SO  MASTERLIST

The sunlight that hit your face felt like a million daggers and your head ached as if it had been trampled on by a wild herd of elephants last night. You groaned in discomfort pulling the cover over your face, trying to hide from the sun and the day.

Then the memories came rushing over you. Memories you wished you could hide from as easily as the sun. Memories of every inappropriate thought you had ever had about Jensen spilling out of your mouth. Memories of him overhearing it and carrying you to bed.

“Fuck!” you mumbled, “I’m never drinking again.” What you really meant was that you were never leaving the room again. At least not until Misha, Jensen and everyone that might have heard you were back in Canada, which was about a month away.

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harrystylesisbae  asked:

Harry #15 and/or 22 PLEASE! :)

15) “Baby, you’ve got to slow down for me”

I kiss my way down his jaw and neck, slowly making my way down to his chest. I poke my tongue out and drag it down the abs that he’s worked so hard to maintain. After leaving a trail of wet kisses, I finally make it to his boxers, pulling them down at a teasingly slow pace. I’m already fully naked and on full display, which is probably a reason why he’s practically begging for me to “Do something”. I’m not in the mood for foreplay tonight, I’m getting straight to the good part.

He’s been testing me all night with all that talk about his ex and how she was such a screamer in bed. He knew it would piss me off and that we would end up here; he had it all planned out. I tried to beat him at his own game and just ignore it but when he started telling me about the time they got kicked out of a hotel room for being too loud, I lost it.

I climb back up his sweaty body, pressing down on his chest with one hand and gripping his member with my other one. I swipe my thumb over the head to spread his sticky pre-cum along his shaft. His teeth are sinking into his lower lip, eyes fluttering as I work my hand to get him slick enough for me. I can feel my juices dropping down my thigh already so I know that this is gonna be a slippery adventure. This isn’t about getting myself off, though. This is about getting him to forget about his past sexcapdes and to look forward to some new ones, with me.

I sit up, lining his tip up with my core, and slowly sink down on him. “Fuck” he groans, his hands flying straight to my hips to guide me. I ride him slow, I know he likes that but then it hits me…he sat there and tortured me with all that ex talk so maybe, just maybe he shouldn’t be getting pampered just yet.

Just as I’m thinking up ways to make this agonizingly hard for him, his phone rings. His head turns to the bedside table, where it is, and then back to me as if he’s asking for permission. I, still sliding up and down on him, nod for him to answer. He takes a deep breath to compose himself and picks up the phone.

“H-Hello” he struggles. I can’t hear what the person is saying at all but I’m enjoying the idea of it being about something important. I’m enjoying the fact that his mouth his hanging open and his head is thrown back as he tries to contain his moans. This is my opportunity to get back at him. I reposition my legs so that I’m properly squatting over his dick and I start bouncing as fast as my body will let me.

“Oh! Ohh!” He’s panting and groaning, not caring about the person on the other line.

“Hold on a..fuck a s-second please” he chokes out before putting the call on mute. He lays the phone on his chest and looks up at me. All I can focus on is the sweat dripping down his temples and the way his Adam’s apple is bobbing as he breathes heavily.

“Baby, you’ve got to slow down for me” he says, his voice horse and strained. I roll my eyes before leaning down and kissing him deeply, I tease his tongue with my own and then pull away; I slow down a bit. He looks down at where we’re connected and it must have done something to him because it made him growl. It was a frustrated growl, almost like he almost came just by watching himself slide in and out of me. He cleared his throat and picked up the phone again, taking himself off of mute.

“I’m here” he greets. He continues to listen to the person and I decide take it up a notch by clenching around his thick cock. I’ll admit, he’s holding up pretty well, he’s keeping his composure.

I can tell he’s close by the way he occasionally stills my hips and breathes for a few seconds before letting me start again. I work him until I see him lose control. He puts the phone on speaker and puts it back on the night table. His hands find my ass as he throws his head back once more, this time he doesn’t hold his moans in.

“Fuck yes baby ahh” he hisses. “I’m cumming..fuck”

I can’t help but laugh at him. The person on the phone stops talking and hangs up, making me laugh even harder. He’s moaning and laughing; it’s strange and looks painful but I’m glad that he finds this all funny, too. I ride him through his high, milking him until I feel his hot spurts stop.

He’s panting below me, eyes still closed. “I fucking hate you” he chuckles. “That was-….that was Ben” he finished, finally opening his, now sleepy looking, eyes.

I gasp. I had no idea it was someone that I’d see a lot! I would’ve never done this if I knew it was sweet, little Ben Winston!

I miss her [Part 1/...]

Originally posted by ohh-bloodyhell

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Words: 719
Warning: none

Summary: Bucky and [Y/N] found themselves in the 21st century, the only problem - [Y/N] doesn’t know that Bucky is still alive and that he tries to find a way to get back into her life.

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It’s been a year since they got [Y/N] out of her frozen state.

Steve had found a file about the Soldier project that Howard Stark had continued after the events of WW2. It shocked him when he found out that [Y/N] was been frozen in the 40s and they were no files that she has been found in the last seventy years. Together with Sam, he went on search to look for her and found her in one of the old labours that were locked since 1949.

Now, after the doctors and even Bruce helped her to get full health back, she was living with the other Avengers in the great new Headquarters in the north of New York. First it was hard for her to get into the new life after years of being frozen but after a few months of learning about the new technology and fighting again she became the old [Y/N] Steve has known since they first met each other back in the days.

Steve never told her about Bucky and the Winter Soldier. It was an order from Nick Fury. He know it would be the best if she didn’t know about the events that happened in Washington D.C.


2015.

The exhibition was full of kids as always. Most of them came with their class to learn something about Steven Grant Roger aka Captain America, the hero of the nation.

It was cute to see how these kids run around and played Captain America with a plastic shield in their hand or they tried to reach the height of Steve when he was the small kid from Brooklyn.

[Y/N] pulled the hood of her jacket further in her face when she walked through the exhibition because she didn’t want to drew attention towards her.

As one of the famous Avengers she was easily spotted and that was one of the reasons why she usually wore sunglasses and caps when she decided to go for a walk or visit the Smithsonian. [Y/N] never liked the attention of the press so she stayed in the shadows. But of course she took a picture with a fan if he or she would spot her even if [Y/N] wore the sunglasses.

She liked to visit the museum but not because of all the old exhibitions. The only reason for her to come here was to see the face of the man she lost many years ago.

The huge glass wall in front of her showed Bucky Barnes. Her Bucky. The man who promised her that he would finish this last mission and would be back to the camp within two days. But he never returned.

[Y/N] watched the old video of Steve and Bucky and how they were laughing at something that Steve had said. It was taken shortly after Steve had rescued him and the other men from the 107th. How she missed his laugh. Sighing, she went to the little theatre and listened to Peggy who talked about Steve and her life after the war. Sometimes she went with Steve to visit her in the hospital where she lived.

The only thing the assassin didn’t notice was the man that followed her all the way to the Smithsonian. He wore old worn-out clothes and a cap on his head that was covering most of his face. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his jacket as he watched [Y/N] from afar.

There weren’t much things that Bucky remembered but one of the first things that came to his mind when he was away from Hydra for a while was [Y/N] face, smiling at him and telling him how much she loved him and his cheesy attempts to get a kiss.

Bucky had watched her a few times since that. When she was on a run or was outside, shopping with Wanda. But he was afraid to make the first step. Maybe [Y/N] moved on and got herself a new boyfriend, someone who wasn’t broken like him.

She would never want a broken man like me he thought to himself and left.

Just in that moment [Y/N] felt a tickling feeling in her neck, a feeling she always got when she was being watched. But as she turned around, no one was there.

Part 2


Let’s see if you like this and maybe I continue and make this little one-shot into my first serie. Any thoughts?

voltron fic portfolio

I am staysharp on a03 (I know yall are like who??? is??? she) and I am a fic writer. I’ve done a list of sorts like this before so just consider this a helpful update (reminder) while I work towards making it through one more week of midterms before spring break:

Hance:

And the scent lingers: Major Character Death, One-shot, 1.4k words

Klance:

And, action!: Fluff, Angst, Fake Dating AU, Complete, 106.2k words

And, action! Outtake #1: Castle on the Hill: Fluff, taken from context in A, a!, 4.2k words

as luck would have it: this was one inspired by a craigslist add, WIP, 1.9k words

como dulce como azúcar: Fluff, Pre-established relationship, One-shot, 1.5k words

An even break: Fluff, One-shot, 1.5k words

Home: Fluff, Lance’s family, One-shot, 2k words

Inflorescence: WIP, Mutual Pining, Ft. Pining Shallura, Florist/Tattoo Artist AU, 3.3k words 

It’s a promise. Remember.: Angst (this was like my pride and joy before I wrote A, a!), One-shot, 1.4k words

Just once.: Major Character Death, One-shot, 1k words

Playing pretend: WIP, College AU, 2.2k words

Sweetly everlasting: Pure Fluff, Pre-established relationship, One-shot, 1k words

to bi or not to bi: this one was inspired by something I saw on tumblr, 2.6k words

Unfair: Fluff, 1.2k words

when nothing was everything: WIP (almost finished with this), Angst, Fluff, inspired by art from @yaxxm), 7.5k words

so, as of now, that’s roughly 139.4k words of content. once I get through midterms, I will refocus my attention back onto the fics for my giveaway winners @akowlshi-keiji @ahedgehogonthesea @thegirlinthefandom and the really cool concepts are:

- Klance at the Garrison, Galra Keith, and Voltron never happened

- Altean Lance & Blade of Mamora Keith

- Model! Lance and Photographer! Keith

also, I expressed that I wanted to write fic for some art by @sarrahberrydoodles, so that’s happening!! it’ll be short but yeee

(plus, I really need to get it together and do something with those WIPs)

also, I’m thinking about writing a big AU with someone but that will probably be saved for this summer!!!

that’s it from me! happy reading!!!

Stardust

There are things that are meant to happen, written in the stars and tattooed in invisible ink in the air. They’ll happen no matter which turn you take in the path of life, or how many delays are in the way. They’ll wait for you right until the end, when it’s time for a new beginning.

This was probably not one of those things.

That probably doesn’t change anything.

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Drinking Disaster-Calum Hood

A/n: Hi guys! I just want to say thank you for all the support I’ve been receiving. I know the topic of this imagine is a bit touchy and may be hard for some readers. But as someone who has experienced something similar to this, it makes me feel better if I write about it.

Warning: Drinking, Swearing, Sexual Assault, Fighting.

Summary: (Y/n) goes to a party with the guys. It was supposed to be a fun night for all involved, but when a guy can’t keep his hands off of (y/n) her best friend Calum comes to save the day. 

Originally posted by jiminvy

As we pulled up to the party my senses were instantly filled with the smell of beer and the loud thumping of music. I’m not usually one for parties, but the guys were going with me, so I knew I’d have a good time. Looking out the window, I see tons of people already. Most of the females I see are wearing short, tight dresses, instantly making me feel self-conscious. It’s not that I’m not confident with my looks, I just felt a bit out of place because I’m wearing skinny jeans and a t-shirt.

“Hey Mikey, you gunna be my wing-man tonight” Ashton questions.

“Sorry Ash, but you’re on your own. You aren’t the only one trying to talk to girls” Mikey jokes. I look over to Calum who just rolls his eyes at his friend’s antics. Thankfully Calum and I are very similar, and aren’t too big on parties so I know he will stay by me most of the night.

As we got out of the car, I could tell Mikey already found a girl he wanted to talk to. We all laugh as we watch him try to be cool while walking over to a girl only to slightly stumble.

“Come on guys let’s leave Mikey alone” I warned. “Hey Cal wanna go get some drinks?”

“Yeah sure, Luke or Ash, you guys want anything?”

“Nah man, I’m good” Luke responds.

“Same, I’m good” Ashton chimed in.

Cal and I walked into the house to find where the drinks were being served. On our way we would stop to say hi to some people I barely knew, so I typically just let Calum do all the talking. This is how my life was, always being side by side with Calum, my best friend. However, I didn’t want him to just be my best friend, I wanted more, but I could never tell him.

I wasn’t paying much attention to the conversation Calum was having now and I just wanted to find a drink. I look around and finally see the area where drinks are being served and I excuse myself from Calum and the people he was talking to.

As I sift through the large cooler I finally decide on just having a water. I’m not usually too big on drinking anyways, especially because I feel like I always need to babysit the boys once they’ve had a few too many.

“Hey there, what’s a gorgeous thing like you doing alone at a party” a man asks me.

“Well I came with friends, I just left them so I could get a drink” I say making small talk.

“Man, if I came with you, I wouldn’t let you out of my sight” he says flirtatiously. “The name’s Troy, and yours?”

“I’m (Y/n)” I say with a smile as I shake his hand. I could tell Troy had already had a couple of drinks as some of his words were a bit slurred. But nonetheless he was pretty cute so I didn’t mind talking to him.

“So where are you from?” he asks. He takes a couple steps closer to me, probably so that he could hear me better over the extremely loud music.

“I currently live in LA, but I am originally from a small suburb of Chicago. Yourself?”

Before he answers me, Troy digs through the cooler and pulls out two of the cheapest beers he can find. He goes to offer me one, but I politely turn it down causing him to shrug. Instead of just putting it back in the cooler he sets it next to me as he opens his bottle.

“I’m from San Francisco, but I’m staying in LA for the weekend.” As he talks he continues to move closer to me, leaving little space between us. However, since Calum isn’t around, I suppose flirting a little bit wouldn’t hurt. I mean I don’t even know if Calum likes me anyways, so I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. I go to take a drink of my water, only to realize I have already finished it off. I give off a small huff as I decide to say screw it, one beer won’t hurt. I go and grab the bottle of beer and pop the cap off to take a drink. Troy smiles in victory when he sees that I take a drink.

“So do you have a boyfriend” he asks smoothly.

“No, no boyfriend. I’m completely and epically single” I joke.

“Thank god” he sighs. “Usually the hot ones are always taken and I don’t find out that they have a boyfriend until I’ve already talked to them for a while. Although, I mean, if they are up for it, then I don’t mind.” The boy begins laughing as if he has told the funniest joke on earth as I just stand their awkwardly. Alright, maybe he isn’t as great as he first seemed.

“Well I should go find my friends, they’re probably wondering where I’ve been” I say quickly.

“Wait now” he says as he grabs my arm. I stop in place the moment I feel his touch. An uneasy feeling flows through my stomach as the grip on my arm tightens. “Now why would you leave when we are having such a good time” he asks harshly.

“Sorry Troy. I didn’t mean to be rude.”

His hand releases my arm and instead he moves his arm so that it snakes around my waist. A soft smile lands on his lips as I do nothing to push him away.

“Why don’t we go up-stairs” he asks. Before I even have a chance to say anything I feel him guiding him towards the stairway. I look through the crowds of people hoping to find Calum or any of the boys, but have no luck. With every step up I take, I feel my body shaking in worry. Troy walks me into an empty room and closes the door.

Without having a chance to move, Troy roughly presses his lips to my neck. I stand there frozen with little idea of what I should do. His hands begin roaming my body, to places I have never let anyone explore.

“I really should get going” I say lightly as I try to push past him. In response he roughly grabs my shoulders and pushes me back so that I cannot go through the door. Tears begin welling up in my eyes as I know damn well Troy is much stronger than me. Once again, his lips find my neck and his hands reach the hem of my t-shirt.

“Please don’t do this” I mumble.

Tears begin flowing down my face as I feel him placing his hands under my shirt. All of my mobility has been officially shut off as I feel stuck to the ground. I pray that Calum or one of the guys would come and find me before Troy can do anything further. But instead I feel a rough shove, as Troy gets my body to the bed.

The blankets felt scratchy to my skin, but it was nothing compared to his hard touches. His hands now found the band of my pants as he fumbles trying to unbutton them. After struggling for a few moments, he finally is able to pull my pants down to my knees. He plays with the band of my underwear and all I can do is lay there.

“Please.” I’m sure it was inaudible for him, but it was all that would come out of my mouth. As I lay there, my consciousness begins to fade, as I just want this moment to go away. However, I’m brought back to reality when I heard a loud yell and a hard smack.

“Get the fuck off of her, and don’t you ever fucking touch her again.” I easily recognized the voice. Calum.

The room grew loud with yells coming from Troy as Calum continuously connected his fists with my attacker’s face. It took me a second to regain myself, but once I was finally able to move I tried pulling Calum off from Troy’s limp body.

“Calum, please stop. Let’s just go” I yell through tears and his loud grunts while he lands a few more punches in. I grab his face in my hands and look him in the eyes “Calum please.” Once he sees the fear in my eyes he gets up from the ground and wraps his arm protectively around me. We didn’t bother finding the other guys before leaving and decided to just walk back to my apartment because it was the closest to the party.

Once we got to my place, I gently guide Calum over to the couch while I go to grab a cloth to wash the blood off from his hands. His eyes are red and puffy from him violently crying, matching that of my face. The room is silent as I clean off his knuckles, which causes him to wince every now and then from pain. Once he was all cleaned up we sat there for what felt like forever.

“Thank you” I say ever so softly.

“I’m so sorry” is how he responds.

“Cal, it’s not your fault. But thank you for getting to me before he could do anything else. You are my hero.” I gave off a weak smile, but his face stayed blank.

“I should have never let you wander off alone. God (y/n) if anything ever happened to you I could never forgive myself. I’m just so sorry it took me so long to get to you.” While he speaks, tears begin streaming down his face. I hate seeing him in pain, for something that is clearly not his fault and so I take my thumb to wipe away some of his tears.

“Cal, please, it’s alright. I’m alright, and it’s all because of you.”

“I love you.” It was soft but I still heard him say it.

“I love you too Calum.”

“I’m in love with you” he clarifies. I feel my heart skip a beat as this is what I have been waiting for my whole life. “You are my whole world, and I don’t know what I would do without you. That’s why I can’t forgive myself. It’s not just that I didn’t get to you sooner, but because I didn’t tell you how I felt sooner.”

Before Calum can say anything else I gently place my lips to his to show him that I feel the same. He was my best friend, someone I have loved for a long time, but I never got to show him just how much I loved him until now.

“Calum Thomas Hood, I love you” I say with a smile. He tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear and softly smiles for the first time since the disaster that occurred earlier. Although I was still greatly upset from the previous events that occurred. I was safe and it was all because of Calum.

Ophelia drunkenly calls Jules to tell her that shes beautiful and that deeply cares for her, although she would say love but shes afraid its to early in their relationship to say love so shes gonna stick with deeply cares and jules is just so beautiful. And then jules is like “lol.. love you too loser” then ophelia screams and hangs up then processed to call harris and tell him that Jules said she loved her too