stop asking him to show his face

The Other Guy

summary: pietro proves to y/n that bucky is into her by doing everything in his power to make him jealous

pairing: bucky x reader, pietro x reader [pretended]

word count: 3.6k+

warnings: mentions of smut, jealousy, annoyed bucky, confrontation

a/n: literally wanna vom just thinking about hurting bucky like this i would never also this is shit but its been chilling in my drafts for 8 millions years so i decided to post it

“You are so full of shit,” Y/N laughed, absentmindedly stirring the oatmeal in her bowl. She sat at the kitchen island, blinded by the early morning sun, her pink sock clad feet swinging above the ground. She was dressed in only her tiny pyjama shorts and a hoodie, hair messy and the side of her face slightly red due to the position she slept in.

Pietro stood by the counter, dumping a bunch of different berries into a blender. It was only 8:30am and most of the compound was still fast asleep. Y/N and Pietro, however, made plans the night before to get up early, train together and then go out and buy a present for Wanda; Pietro’s way of apologising for crashing her date a few days back. The witch hadn’t spoken to him since and Pietro was slowly growing exasperated. 

“I’m serious, Y/N,” Pietro chuckled, putting the lid on the blender and glancing at her over his shoulder. “He’s into you. I can prove it.”

Y/N shook her head, rolling her eyes and pushing another spoonful of bland oatmeal past her lips.

Pietro switched on the blender, his back facing the shorter girl as he worked on preparing his usual morning smoothie. The loud noise of the blender continued to buzz inside Y/N’s ears even after Pietro had switched off the appliance. 

“I’d like to see you try, Maximoff,” Y/N smirked, provoking a quiet laugh from the speedster’s side. He popped off the lid of the blender, glanced inside to make sure his smoothie was ready and then made his way across the kitchen to grab a glass.

“I’m going to murder Bucky if he keeps eating my cereal. This stuff is gross,” she complained, pushing her bowl away with a roll of her eyes. She couldn’t understand how Steve could push the tasteless oatmeal past his lips. Unfortunately, since Bucky had cleared the cupboards of her usual breakfast cereal, she didn’t have much of a choice.

“Yeah, right. You wouldn’t lay a finger on Buck if your life depended on it,” Pietro laughed, soon realising he had to empty the dishwasher in order to find a clean glass. He bent over, focusing on the task at hand as Y/N pushed herself up and placed her bowl of oatmeal in the sink.

“You know me all too well,” she murmured, glancing inside Pietro’s blender and then back at him to make sure he wasn’t looking. Realising he wasn’t, Y/N grabbed her glass of water from the island, dumped the contents into the sink and hurried to fill it with the berry smoothie instead. When she was finished, she hopped onto the counter and sipped innocently on Pietro’s drink until he finally realised what she had done. 

“Thief,” he narrowed his eyes at her, abandoning his mission of emptying the dishwasher. He looked towards the now empty blender, realising he’d have to make more if he wanted to have a berry smoothie for breakfast. 

“Not a thief. Bucky’s a thief because he stole my cereal. I’m just… taking what’s rightfully mine. I did the grocery shopping yesterday.”

Pietro laughed, making his way across the kitchen and coming to a stop opposite Y/N.

“I don’t think he’d like to hear you say that. He’s too into you to not be upset by such words,” he teased.

“Right, he’s so into me he keeps stealing my cereal to piss me off. So romantic,” Y/N rolled her eyes sarcastically and Pietro shook his head at her. He watched her expression as she sipped on the smoothie, wondering if it tasted as good as he hoped.

When Y/N didn’t say anything about it, Pietro took a few steps forwards so that he was standing between her parted legs and reached for one of the straws sitting in a glass container behind Y/N on the counter.

She quirked a brow as he slid the straw into her glass. He leaned in, captured the end between his teeth and took a generous sip of the smoothie.

“Um, excuse you,” she objected, trying her hardest to hold back her laughter.

Y/N held the glass in both hands, far enough from herself for Pietro to drink from, and yet not far enough to not feel his breath on her skin. They were standing only inches apart and to anyone watching the interation could appear to be awfully intimate; so it wasn’t a surprise that only seconds later Y/N had to tear her eyes away from Pietro upon hearing someone clearing their throat.

Bucky was standing leaning against the doorway, arms crossed over his muscular chest, one eyebrow cocked expectantly. He eyes the two Avengers already occupying the kitchen, then focused solely on Pietro with a confused glance. 

The speedster didn’t acknowledge Bucky’s stare, only looking at him for a brief second before turning back to Y/N. He placed the straw back between his lips and sucked. 

When Y/N looked down at him, Pietro was smirking knowingly. 

“Morning, Buck,” Y/N said cheerfully, trying to seem casual despite Pietro still standing between her parted legs, his hands now resting on either side of her hips, mindlessly humming as he continued sipping on the smoothie. He stepped even closer.

“Morning,” Bucky grumbled in response, strolling past the two of them and yanking open the fridge. He glanced inside, grabbed a tub of ice cream from the freezer and shut the door with unnecessary force. He found a spoon in the cutlery drawer, once more glanced at Pietro and Y/N and headed towards the exit.

When he was out of sight, Pietro finally retreated, clearly satisfied with himself by the shit eating grin across his face.

“What the hell was that about?” Y/N whispered, scared Bucky might still be close enough to hear. Pietro plucked the now empty smoothie glass out of her hands and chuckled as he placed it in the sink.

“Told you I could prove to you he’s into you,” he answered nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders and reaching out to plug out the blender.

Y/N crossed her arms over her chest. “By almost feeling me up in front of him?”

Pietro scoffed. “I did no such thing,” he protested. “I’m going to prove to you he’s into you. With my help, his possessive self will be asking you out within two days.”

Y/N expelled a humourless chuckle. “Sure he will.”

“I can guarantee you that. Go and change in your training gear and we’ll get started right away,” he challenged, and Y/N eyed him suspiciously before sliding off of the counter.

“Fine, but if this doesn’t work out, you’ll be the one explaining to everyone why you’ve been all over me for two days,” she told him sternly, pointing her index finger in his direction.

Pietro grinned, holding his arms up in surrender. “Fine by me.”

By the time Y/N was dressed in her training gear, her hair brushed back into something that reassembled practicality, Pietro was already waiting for her outside the gym. She appeared behind him with a bottle of water in her hands and managed to scare him a little before he pushed open the door.

“Good choice of clothing,” Pietro commented quietly, nodding towards her shorts, “They’ll surely get his attention.“ 

Y/N walked past, looking at Pietro over her shoulder and furrowing her brows in confusion.

"His attention?” She questioned, and then finally realised that the gym wasn’t empty like she had expected it would be. Steve was running on the treadmill and Bucky was beating the hell out of a punching bag. When they entered, Steve waved a quick greeting but Buck only grumbled, causing Steve to shoot him a confused glance.

Y/N and Pietro strolled over to a bench at the end of the room and set their stuff down.

“I knew he’d be down here after what he saw in the kitchen. He’s probably picturing my face on the punching bag. He needs to blow off some steam,” Pietro murmured, only loud enough for Y/N to hear. 

When she looked towards Bucky, she noticed sweat sticking his hair to his forehead. She looked elsewhere, deciding to take a sip of her water.

“It’s a shame you’re not the one helping him do that. I’m sure it would be more satisfying for him - and you - if that punching bag wasn’t the only thing getting pounded by him.”

Y/N began to choke on her drink. Her body shook with violent coughs, getting the attention of the other two guys across the room. Y/N could feel tears pooling in her eyes as she attempted to stop herself from quite literally… dying.

“Is she alright?” Steve called out, stopping the treadmill as Pietro hit Y/N on the back, attempting to stop her from choking.

When she calmed down, she answered feebly, “I’m fine. Pietro was just… telling me a funny story.”

Bucky scoffed at that and Y/N almost didn’t catch it, but she did; and so did Steve.

“What’s wrong with you this morning?” He asked his best friend, but Bucky only shrugged, watching as Steve headed off to do some heavy lifting.

Pietro nodded for Y/N to follow him to the padded flooring. They did some stretching in silence and while Y/N worked on her arms, she spared another glance in Bucky’s direction. 

His sweat soaked shirt had disappeared and his face showed deep concentration as his fists furiously slammed against the surface of the red punching bag. He was light on his feet, sweat trickling down his face and chest, damp hair pulled back into a messy high pony. He looked damn good.

“Ahem,” Pietro pretended to cough and when Y/N looked back at him he was smirking. He had clearly noticed her staring and was amused by the expression on her face. Pietro handed her her sparring equipment.

“You’re drooling,” he noted, and she smacked his arm playfully.

“Am not,” she protested, finally pulling on her gloves and making her way towards the centre of the mat.

She made sure she was steady, got into position and when Pietro was ready the fighting began. Y/N pulled a few of the signature moves herself and Nat had come up with, and it wasn’t long before Pietro was lying on his back on the floor.

He got up each time and by the fourth time Y/N had him on the mat, she was growing kind of bored. That is, until Pietro managed to kick her legs out from under her and she fell with a loud thud. The silver haired speedster was quick to pin her down, one hand around her neck, the other holding the back of her thigh which she had wrapped around his waist.

When Y/N glanced to the left, knowing that the round was over and that Pietro would retreat any second, she noticed Bucky watching them from the sidelines, using a black towel to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Pietro seemed to notice him looking, too, because soon he was leaning down and bringing his lips to Y/N’s ear, his hair covering her eyes so she could no longer see Bucky.

He remained silent for a second then whispered. “He’s going to leave in three… two… one”.

The door to the gym slammed shut.

Pietro pushed himself up, his grin once more appearing. Y/N’s wanted to roll her eyes at his confidence but she had to admit, Pietro was damn good at this. It was as if he had his sister’s powers and could read Bucky’s mind. Then it hit her.

“Wanda told you he’s into me, didn’t she?" 

Pietro looked like a deer in headlights.

He inhaled sharply, then sheepishly admitted, "yeah, okay, she did.”

“Which means you’re not as cunning as you think you are. Which means this could not end as well as you expect it to." 

He shrugged his shoulders. "To some extent, maybe.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes and then next thing Pietro knew her legs were around his neck and she was forcing him down onto the floor, swiftly moving to pin him down, face first on the mat. She held his hands behind his back.

“You’re an idiot,” she told him, and Pietro laughed in response, hissing when she pulled at his wrists.

“An idiot who’s helping you get laid.”

Their sparring session continued for another twenty minutes, followed by some cardio and lifting. Steve seemed to have followed Bucky because he was no where to be seen and Y/N didn’t see either of them before herself and Pietro left the compound to buy Wanda’s gift. 

Finding the perfect apology present took them the majority of the afternoon and after grabbing lunch together and arguing over whether or not Pietro’s plan would work, they returned home. They waved a quick greeting to all the other avengers who sat around the lounge before heading straight to Y/N’s room to wrap up the gift.

Of course, the process of them wrapping up the present resulted in another play fight over which colour wrapping paper and how big of a bow to use. This led to Y/N’s hair looking like a bird’s nest, her already baggy sweater falling off her shoulder and her sticky lipstick smudged across her cheek.

By the time they were finished, they both looked like a mess and Pietro had bits of tape stuck to his face like a child on Christmas morning.

He thanked her for the help before heading to his room and asked her to tell Wanda to find him.

Y/N didn’t bother fixing her appearance before heading to the lounge where everyone else was sitting around watching a rom-com. As asked, she told Wanda that Pietro wanted to see her and then headed to the kitchen to grab a drink. 

There, Bucky was already making coffee. He remained silent, leaning against the counter as Y/N grabbed a mug and dumped a tea bag into it, staring at the buzzing kettle between them. 

When she looked up, Bucky was studying her carefully.

“Your, uh… Lipstick is smudged,” he told her, pointing to his own mouth rather sheepishly. Y/N grabbed a paper towel and said nothing as she began to wipe it off. Bucky continued to look at her.

“No, you’re just making it worse,” he chuckled lightly and took the towel from her hand, stepping closer to help her. Y/N stayed unmoving as he held her chin lightly, wiping off the redness. 

“Thanks,” she muttered, hearing the kettle switch off.

“You need to tell your lover boy to be less sloppy,” Bucky noted, stepping back and throwing the tissue into the trash. Y/N cleared her throat before moving over to pour the boiling water into the two mugs.

She didn’t say anything to his previous words and when their drinks were made, they both headed back to the lounge. Bucky sat down between Nat and Steve and Y/N situated herself on the vacant love seat to the right of the TV. 

She tried to focus on the screen but she couldn’t help but feel Bucky’s eyes on the side of her face. However, every time she’d glance over at him, he’d look away as if nothing happened.

It wasn’t long before Wanda and Pietro returned, both smiling, obviously having made up. Wanda quickly situated herself on the pile of cushions and blankets on the floor and Pietro moved across the room to where Y/N sat. 

He made himself comfortable, his head in her lap, casually glancing over at Bucky to check if he was looking. Out of pure curiosity, Y/N looked over at him, too, and felt disappointment when she realised he wasn’t looking back at her. Instead, Buck’s eyes were glued to the screen, his arm casually thrown over Steve’s shoulder, his lips pursed.

Maybe he wasn’t jealous the way Pietro wanted him to be.

The movie continued and when it ended, Bruce got up to put on the sequel. This gave everyone an opportunity to go to the toilet, grab more snacks or chat for a while. It was then Pietro rolled over onto his stomach and looked up at Y/N, almost as if he knew she wanted to say something.

“I don’t think he’s all that bothered. Maybe he’s just not a fan of PDA in general,” Y/N whispered to him but Pietro only rolled his eyes. 

He remained silent as he pushed himself up into a sitting position, threw his arm over Y/N’s shoulder and pulled her legs over his lap. Y/N didn’t say anything but she could already feel Wanda and Tony eyeing them curiously from across the room; and although she wanted to explain to them there was nothing going on between her and Pietro, she remained quiet.

The movie began and the lights were switched off, the late hour resulting in a cozy dark room. It was getting kind of chilly, courtesy of Tony’s inability to sit in a room without the windows open, so Y/N didn’t actually mind having Pietro to cuddle. In fact, when his hand began slowly stroking her calf, she wiggled even closer and nuzzled her face into his chest. 

Suddenly, Tony spoke up.

“So, uh, am I the only one who’s confused about what’s going on?”

Y/N lifted her head and looked over at him to see what he was talking about. Upon realising he was already staring back at her with a confused frown, it only took her a second to figure out what the hell he meant. 

“Since when are you two a thing?” Tony continued, chuckling a little. “Yesterday I heard you two calling each other names and now here you are.” He waved his hand in their direction rather dramatically. “Doesn’t anyone else find it weird?”

Natasha then decided to pipe in. “Yeah, I mean, I’m a little confused myself. I thought you liked that other guy.” By other guy Natasha clearly meant Bucky, having been the person who listened to Y/N ramble about her crush day and night.

“What other guy?” Bucky asked, looking from Nat to Y/N, but both of them only shrugged, not wanting to give it away.

“Guys, that’s enough. Let them be,” Steve decided to interfere, not liking the way in which this conversation was heading. He wasn’t very fond of the rest of the group holding this intervention. 

“Steve, stop pretending to not care. You were just as confused as everyone else after what happened in the gym today,” Bucky announced, and the rest of the group looked at each other, almost as if waiting for someone to elaborate. No one did. 

“So,” Tony once again spoke up. “Dare to enlighten us about the situation?” He eyed Y/N and Pietro again. Y/N was seconds away from telling everyone the whole truth. However, before she even managed to open her mouth, Pietro was already speaking.

“I don’t know. We’re just sorta… hanging out, I guess,” he tried to seem casual.

Bucky scoffed, looking at Pietro as if he had lost his mind.

“Hanging out? Please, cut the bullshit." 

At this point, the whole room was holding its breath.

"You damn well know I like her and you’ve been rubbing your new relationship in my face all day. But let me tell you one thing,” he turned to Y/N. “Whatever it is you two have, it won’t last longer than a week.”

Y/N remained silent for a moment, and so did everyone else, not wanting to interfere. Even Steve seemed to have locked his mouth with an imaginary key and kept his preaching to himself for once. Then, after several seconds, Y/N finally responded timidly.

“Truth be told, it wasn’t gonna last more than two days.”

“What?” Bucky’s brows knitted together into a confused frown.

Y/N inhaled sharply and groaned at his stupidity. She pushed herself up from the sofa. Uncertain, Bucky stood up, too.

“I’ve been hinting that I like you for months! Who do you think this other guy Natasha mentioned was, huh? It was you, you absolute dumb ass! I’m not into Pietro for God’s sake!”

Sam began laughing but Wanda clamped her hand over his mouth.

“Wait, what?”

Y/N rolled her eyes at Bucky’s stupidity and Steve got up, placing a hand on his best friend’s shoulder.

“I think what she means, Buck, is that her and Pietro were trying to make you jealous,” he explained, but Bucky only looked more confused than before.

“What?”

He simply couldn’t get any slower.

And so, not seeing any different way of going about this, Y/N breathed in and began trudging in his direction. Afraid Y/N was on her way to smack him for being silly, Bucky took a step back and fell back onto the sofa. His eyes displayed utmost confusion as Y/N climbed onto his lap with her legs on either side of him, grabbed his face in both hands and kissed him. 

Right there. In front of the whole team.

A series of cheers, shouts and whistles followed. Bucky’s surprise melted away and soon he was wrapping his arms around Y/N’s middle, pulling her closer and kissing her back. It didn’t last long, but the kiss was pleasant, and when Y/N retreated, she realised everyone was still looking at her.

Catching Bucky’s gaze, she smiled sheepishly and knew that he finally understood what she meant.

“Does that explain it?” She murmured, and Bucky nodded, lips swollen and gaze blazing. 

Y/N sighed in relief and when she turned her head to look at the rest of the team, Pietro was cracking up at the other end of the room. He stood up, brushed off his jeans and said:

“You owe me one, Y/N.”

She smiled, turning her gaze back to Buck when the brunette finally spoke up. “As do I.”

Beanies and Negotiations (Part 4)

Originally posted by dailyriverdale

Part one here    Part two here    Part three here

Anon requests: can you continue the beanies and negotiations series !!! it’s great btw i really wanna see where it goes !!

please beanies and negotiations part 4 it’s sooo good

Could you PLEASE do a part 4 of Beanies and negotiations?? It’s so good and I love your writing!

Part 4!

could please do a part 4 for beanies and negotiations it’s sooo good ! love your blog btw

A part four would be aWESOME

Beanies and negotiations part 4??

I think I’m speaking for everyone when I say we want more of Beanies and Negotiations!!!

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: A flash to the past and a flash to the future

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,161

A/N: ok, I’m gonna be honest with you guys: I did not want to make a 4th part.  I had written the 3rd part hoping it would give you guys enough closure, but you requested more.  Now that I’ve written it, I couldn’t be happier with this ending.  Enjoy!!


(Y/N), Betty, and Archie were running around, playing in the park.  Their giggles resonated through the neighborhood, all the people down the street able to hear the children perfectly.  Archie’s dad sat on a bench, supervising them from afar.  He smiled at the three kids, happy to see his son so content with his friends.  Suddenly, (Y/N) halted, interrupting their game of tag.

“Look over there,” she said, pointing her finger.  She was pointing at another kid who appeared to be their age, scrawny and alone.  He sat on a swing and stared down at his shoes. There was a grey beanie perched on his head, but it was much too big on him.

“(Y/N),” Betty hissed, “my mom said it’s rude to point.”  

“Fine,” (Y/N) replied, putting her finger down.  “I won’t point.”  Instead, she marched over to the lonesome boy.  His head snapped up when he heard footsteps approaching him.  “Hi,” she greeted him.

“Hi,” he replied, looking puzzled as to why this girl was talking to him.

“What’s your name?” she asked.

“Jughead.”

“That’s a funny name,” she laughed, but she noticed his angered face and stopped.  “I’m (Y/N).”  Jughead nodded.  “How old are you, Jughead?”

“I’m four,” he replied, sticking out his hand to show the number on his fingers.  (Y/N) beamed.

“I’m four, too!” Jughead smiled at her and the two children fell into a small silence.  Finally, (Y/N) broke it when she asked, “Why are you alone?”

“My sister is sick,” he responded, slouching.  “So now I have no one to play with.”

“You can play with us!” (Y/N) offered, pointing at her two friends who were watching from afar. Jughead’s face lit up.

“Really?” he asked, jumping off the swing.  (Y/N) nodded enthusiastically.

“Really!  And then we can all be best friends.”  She grabbed his hand and led him over to Archie and Betty. “Archie, Betty, this is Jughead.”

“Hi,” Betty smiled, sticking out her hand.  Jughead tentatively shook it.  “I’m Betty.”

“And I’m Archie,” he waved. Jughead waved back.  The children quickly resumed their game of tag, this time, Jughead joining them.  They played for hours until the sky began to darken, Riverdale turning orange under the sunset’s light.

“Kids!” Archie’s dad called out, standing up from the bench.  “It’s time to go.”  The four kids exchanged bittersweet smiles, waving goodbye to their newfound friend.


After that day, Betty, Archie, and (Y/N) started begging to go to the park every day from dawn till dusk. The four of them soon became attached at the hip, and you could not see one person without the other three close behind.  Soon, all of Riverdale grew fond of the tight-knitted friend group.

Two years later, the four inseparable friends found themselves in Archie’s backyard.  Their shrieks of delight filled Mr. Andrews, who was watching from inside the kitchen, with warmth.  They had just grown bored of a game of hide-and-seek, and while Betty and Archie just sat in the grass, Jughead and (Y/N) continued to chase each other around.  Suddenly, Jughead stopped, causing (Y/N) to turn around.  He took off his beanie and, grinning madly, got down on one knee. Betty and Archie gasped as they ran over to watch.

“(Y/N),” Jughead started, holding out his beaning like a ring, “will you marry me?”  (Y/N) beamed as she stared at her best friend.  She took the beanie from his hands and placed it on her head, then helped Jughead stand up.

“We’re much too young to get married, Juggie,” she responded, and Jughead deflated.  “But-” he perked up, “ask me again when we’re eighteen and I’ll say yes.”

“You promise?” Jughead asked, holding out his pinky.  (Y/N) smiled and nodded, hooking her pinky with his.

“Pinky promise.”


Flash forward twelve years, after the first proposal and Jason Blossom’s death.  Past the beanie incident and the flannel, jacket, and sweater incidents.  After the kiss at Pop’s, and many more that happened after that night.

Twelve years after Jughead proposed to (Y/N) with a grey beanie, they graduated.  Through the years, their friend group grew to include others, such as Kevin and Veronica.  After the graduation ceremony, they went to the Lodge’s house for a celebration.  The party was in full swing: music blasting from the speakers, snacks filling up tables, and graduated high school students dancing everywhere.  (Y/N) had managed to get Jughead on the dance floor, both of them laughing at each other’s lack of dancing skills.  She wore his grey beanie and a wide grin.

The party began to die down, everyone growing tired after their long day.  Most people were sitting on the couch, quietly chatting amongst themselves.  (Y/N) sat on Jughead’s lap as they both conversed with Betty and Veronica. Suddenly, Jughead got up from under (Y/N).

“Excuse me, can I have everyone’s attention?” he yelled, successfully silencing the guests.  “Thank you.  Now if you didn’t happen to already know this, (Y/N) and I have been together for quite a while.”  Everyone in the room chuckled.  (Y/N) looked up at Jughead with a puzzled smile.

“What are you doing, Juggie?” she whispered, although everyone was able to hear her.  Jughead winked at her and continued.

“But something most of you probably didn’t know is that I proposed to (Y/N).”  The crowd gasped dramatically, and Jughead smirked.  “When we were six.”  Everyone rolled their eyes and laughed.  Jughead grabbed (Y/N)’s hand and made her stand up with him.  “And she said no!  Something about how we were too young,” he scoffed, and she giggled. “But she did promise me she’d say yes one day.  When we were eighteen, in fact.”  He got down on one knee, and everyone gasped, including (Y/N).  

“Oh my god,” she muttered under her breath, her hands covering her mouth in shock.  Tears began to cloud her eyes.

“(Y/N),” Jughead began, fishing around in his pocket.  “I have loved you since the day I proposed to you.  For a long time after that, I thought we were just friends, and I thought that you liked it that way.  And it took me a long while to realize it, but with the help of some of our friends-” Archie, Betty, Veronica, and Kevin shared a smirk, “I realized that we were meant to be more.  Now, I’m gonna try this again, and I’m hoping this time you’ll say yes.  Because, you know, you pinky promised you would when we were six.”  Jughead pulled out a small box and opened it, revealing a beautiful, sparkling ring.  “(Y/N),” he asked, eyes full of hope, “will you marry me?”

(Y/N) couldn’t speak. She gleefully nodded, attempting to wipe some of the tears off her face.

“Yes,” she finally managed to choke out, laughing.  “Yes, of course, Juggie.”  The whole room burst into cheers, and Jughead shot up, placed the ring on (Y/N)’s finger, and kissed her.

Betty turned to Veronica, smiles plastered on both of their faces, and whispered, “Thank god for that beanie.”

The HarrDuck Conspiracy.

It might sound strange, but Harry Styles is a duck. I know, sounds crazy, right? But hear me out. 

Harry Styles was born on February 1st 1994 in Redditch, England. Redditch has a beautiful lake called arrow valley, where you can find many ducks. (coincidence? i think not). Over the years, many fans have speculated that Harry in not 100% human. 

Let’s rewind back to when Harry Styles was a little baby duckling. 

As years go by, he certainly has not lost his quack.

This one is pretty self explanatory. 

The question is, Is it a breed of duck that looks like Harry? Or is Harry secretly the duck?

Looking back when Lou Teasdale asked him to do the “pouty” duck face, he said no.

He denied her request. Why? What harm would there be in making a duck face? Everyone does it, so why is he so against it? Because he would expose himself,  that’s why.

So, Sign of the Times. Contrary to popular belief, this song is about Harry trying to come to terms with his true self. Just stop your crying, remember everything will be alright. Ring a bell? Of course. We should consider ourselves extremely lucky to be witnessing this beautiful man (duck) flying and enjoying his life on water. Not convinced yet? Let me show you a little game of spot the difference.

Exactly. You can stop looking. There are none.

Moving on, as all of us, or at least the majority of us, have learned that Harry enjoys being in water. But what most people have not realised is that Harry looks extremely comfortable in water, almost like…..it’s his….natural….habitat.

This tweet might seem strange at first, with no context:

But, in reality, Harry was hungry because nobody had given him any soggy bread and wanted to be fed… but things took a turn for the worst, harry got ill and..

At first it may seem like a cute duck, but in reality it’s him in the picture and he wanted to make it clear that fans should stop throwing food on stage. 

Harry tries his best to hide his true form, but sometimes it’s difficult. For example, here:

Extremely clear, isn’t it? That’s a QUACK. He even says “I’ve never made that noise before.” Why? Research has proved that this phenomenon is a tactic that’s very well known between ducks. By saying this, no-one would investigate further and reveal his true form.

Pigeon toed?? More like duck toed.

Last but certainly not least, harry has said that the “quack” noise we are all hearing on the 9th track of his self-titled album, woman, is in fact him.

Of course it is. Who else would be able to make a duck sound that is so realistic other than a duck. If we take a deeper look into the lyrics, we can actually find a hidden message:

I hope you can see, the shape that I’m in

So, is Harry Styles a duck? However much evidence we think we have, there is no confirmation of this theory by Harry or his reps. We tried calling multiple times and they blocked our number… Awkward.

Therefore, this mystery of “The HarrDuck” remains

UNSOLVED.

-The Actress Cactus

A Good Thing

“Bobby, you can’t keep doing that to him.”
Bob raises his eyebrows, putting down his fork. “Doing what, Alicia? Corralling our son into talking about his crush?”
“Exactly.”

Or, A fic about Bob and Alicia noticing Jack’s feelings for Bitty before even he does.


Bob Zimmermann is kind of messy, only a bit of a smart ass, and just a tad hard of hearing. Yet even without perfect hearing Bob can’t miss the affection in his son’s voice when talking about a certain line-mate.

Bob Zimmermann is many things, but he is no idiot.

“Did you get that paper done for your…what was it again- american pie class?”

Bob looks over his shoulder just in time to see Alicia send an appraising look from the couch. He catches a hint of a smile.

He winks back and she rolls her eyes in return.

Bob turns again to the large window, the white light blinding him for a moment. The large expanse of grass is still littered with snow, lining the way down to their lake. A blank sky hugs the horizon.

“Women, food, and American culture, Papa.”

“Right. So how’d you do on the paper? Did Eric help you out?”

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Yuuri and Emotional Vulnerability

I was doing some thinking on this line of Yuuri from episode 4’s beach scene and, even though it’s been done to death by now, I’d like to talk a bit about it.

What Yuuri is talking about, and what the entire crux of the issue is, is that Yuuri feels that showing emotions and being emotionally vulnerable is a sign of weakness. To go even further, he feels that having these emotions at all makes him weak. In turn, at any point that he thinks someone has seen this ‘weakness’, he proceeds to push them away and run from the issue for as long as he possibly can.

He does this time and time again. In episode 4 we’re presented with an example of this in the short term: he pushes Victor away and hides at home instead of going to the rink. This isn’t just an issue that has haunted him in the short term, however. From a more long-term perspective, he’s pushed away friends and family; the example he tells us is when he pushed away the girl who saw him upset and tried to hug him. We also see the same pattern with the girl who made him the music.

This habit hasn’t only affected him in the past and present, but it’s also impacted his future. What I mean is that this issue is inextricably tied to his confidence. Everyone has emotions, and everyone has times in which they are emotionally vulnerable. Yuuri has been suppressing this for so long that he’s been crushing his confidence in himself at the same time.

But during their talk at the beach, Yuuri has an incredibly big realization. Through Victor’s words and actions, as well as the influence of Yuuri’s friends and family, Yuuri sees that having emotions is not a weakness. That it’s okay to be emotionally vulnerable in front of other people. That having these emotions, and showing them, does not make you weak – it makes you human.

When we look at Victor’s lines during this scene, we come to realize that this is the exact message he is trying to impart to Yuuri. He starts with opening up and being emotionally vulnerable first by admitting he misses St. Petersburg and didn’t have a firm direction for his future in mind. He then follows that up by telling Yuuri that he himself, along with everyone else around them, does not see Yuuri as being weak. Victor’s trying to tell Yuuri that having emotions, such as his own homesickness and loss of direction, does not make him weak. And neither does showing them.

I think, in this moment, this is exactly the words Yuuri needed to hear. He’d come close to the realization before, when he noticed that his friends and family don’t see him as weak and that they know to give him space when he needs it, but it hadn’t fully clicked into place yet. Victor’s words serve as the affirmation Yuuri needs to start to see how others view his emotions/emotional vulnerability and Yuuri uses Victor’s own vulnerability as the launching point for this realization.


We immediately see the affects this revelation has on Yuuri. The first thing he does is open up and apologize to Victor for avoiding him. As the cherry on top, Yuuri even admits why he did – because he felt that having these emotions would make him “weak” and he wanted to hide those “shortcomings” from Victor.

Yuuri then immediately reaches out to someone he’d avoided for what might have been years, someone he had avoided simply because he felt guilty for turning down her work and not wanting to show how that had affected him. He had run from his feelings but, through Victor’s help, was finally able to face them.

But Yuuri doesn’t stop there. He doesn’t look only at the past and the present; he also looks to the future. He opens himself up enough to admit to Victor that he wants to reach his level. Not only that, but Yuuri also asks Victor himself for his help to do it.

After this, and all the way through the rest of the series, we see how this life lesson has impacts his thoughts and actions. Yuuri finds himself admitting things to himself that he was barely able to realize he felt before – such as wanting to win gold at the previous year’s Grand Prix Final.

In the end, this one conversation opened Yuuri’s eyes to so much more than just his emotions – it opened him up to new experiences and, in turn, enriched every other aspect of his life.

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Liam Dunbar x Reader

Requested by @alphanerd5sos

Warnings: Sexual content, smut, nsfw.
Word count: 2 134

Request: Can you a write a Liam Dunbar smut where the reader and him are bffs and she asks him what to do when you have sex and they kinda have feelings after they do it??

A/N: With the combination of the one Anon asking for ‘First time with Liam’.


You looked back and forth between your books and Liam, who was sitting at his desk, writing down information you needed for your presentation next week in history class. He was shuffling his feet under the chair in the same rhythm he tapped the tip of his pen against his textbook.

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In Motion (M) | 01

Character: Jeon Jungkook x oc/reader (with POV switches)

Genre / words: Smut / 6,721 words

Summary: The rule is simple - you can look but you can’t touch. You’ve been attending the event for a few times but it was only when a certain boy arrives at one occasion did you feel the fire of lust burning inside

Warning: exhibitionism, public display of masturbations, graphic smut scenes, mutual masturbations, mentions/use of sex toys

Warning 2.0: this is only the beginning


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I just want to sleep

This is just me basically taking out my frustrations on not being able to sleep lately. It’s short and choppy and honestly I feel exactly what the title says. I’m sorry, Lance!

Summary: Basically this is just Lance breaking down in front of Allura after being able to sleep well and everyone except for Keith pushing their chores onto him.

He didn’t really think of it when he had agreed to take on both his and Shiro’s chores for that day.

“I really appreciate it, Lance. I don’t know what’s going on with my arm.” Shiro had glanced at his arm, which had been hanging limply by his side.

“It’s no problem!” Lance had said, except it was a problem. He hadn’t able to get a good night’s rest in over a month; nightmares of Earth and his family plagued him constantly. He had taken to walking around the ship, having memorized Shizo’s patrol schedule fairly quickly to avoid him, Lance’s nightmares shouldn’t on his shoulders too.

Lance had started on Shiro’s chores first, partially through when Pidge had come in, asking Lance to finishes hers so she could look at Shiro’s arm. What right did he have to refuse her request? She had been half way done anyway. He would try to nap once he was done. Except Hunk had asked him to help with his chore due to a culinary idea that had suddenly popped up. The excitement on his best friend’s face was enough to make him agree. He would be done soon, he could take his nap soon. It hadn’t worked out like that.

All he did was take a short rest before going to finish his own chore but Allura had found him sitting against the wall, everyone’s chores but his done. When she had started in on him as he stood up, he felt his eyes burn. It hadn’t been fair. He was doing most of the work, know Keith had already finished his and was in the training room. He just wanted sleep. Why couldn’t he sleep?

“Lance! Are you listening to me?!”

He looked up at her, fists clenched, and lips trembling. “I-I’m sorry.” His voice had cracked so harshly even the princess faltered. “I tried.” He let a sob. “I tried to finish all the chores, but everyone kept asking me to do theirs.” Tears flowed fast, everything catching up. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry!” Lance slid to his knees, hands rubbing his face, messily. “I’m so tired though….”

“Lance?” Allura’s voice hesitant as she stepped forward. “Why are you tired?”

He sniffed and looked up at her weakly, the exhaustion showing through. “I can’t sleep… I tried… but I can’t.. I can’t sleep! I just want to sleep! I want the nightmares to stop!” He was fully sobbing now, his entire body shaking from the force. “I just want to sleep again..”

Allura knelt down in front of him, gently taking his hands into hers. “Lance… Lance, look at me. There, that’s it. It’s okay. It’ll be okay. I’ll help you.” She pulled the Blue Paladin into her arms, Lance clinging to her tightly as he cried. She ran her finger through his hair with quiet reassurances that everything was going to be okay. Moving them, Allura was now sitting against the same wall she had found Lance against. He was laying on his stomach, arms wrapped around her waist, head on her lap.

“You remind me of my sister…..” Lance muttered into her thigh. “She’s so amazing… really strong, too. She’d hold me all the times I had nightmares….”

Allura hummed softly, “Did you flirt with your sister too?”

“Of course! I flirted with all my brothers and sisters…. It was a family thing..”

Her hand stopped for a moment before continuing to pet him. Her own eyes wet with unshed tears. “I’m honored you think of me as family…. Lance?”

Lance breathed softly against her lap, eyes closed, grip slacking just a bit. Allura gave a small smile before shifting and picking Lance up carefully. Instead of going to his room, she headed to her room, determined that nothing would wake him now. She knew she was hard on them but none of them deserved this. Though, she will be upping the training levels tomorrow for them as she makes Lance rest for the day.

all for love || stiles stilinski

word count: 4174

warnings: none

prompt: collab with @sarcasticallystilinski

author’s note: happy lacrosse week everyone! this is my first part of lacrosse week with hay! we are very proud of this one and we hope you have as much fun reading as we did writing!

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Ce faci? - Sebastian Stan

Summary: Sebastian flirts with you on The Late Late Show

Author Note: This is based on the incredible interview with Sharon Stone and Sebastian. Flirty!Seb is HOT!

part 2

Originally posted by papertownsy

“That was Carpool Karaoke with the lovely Y/N,” James Corden said to the camera before turning to face you. 

You had spent a day with him driving around in LA having fun. Your first album was released two weeks ago and quickly rose to number one on the charts. You were relieved to hear the positive response from your old fans who only knew you from acting jobs, but also from your new fans. You could now proudly say you had successfully transitioned from acting to singing. 

“Thank you so much for being here. I gotta say, I absolutely love your new album!” he praised. 

“Thank you,” you smiled, “That means a lot and I can honestly say that was one of the funniest car rides in my entire life.”

You had been on The Late Late Show once before promoting a movie, and it was one the best interviews you have had. James was magnificent at making you feel comfortable, having other celebrities by your side helped, but his kind and hilarious personality made you feel right at ease.

James smiled, before talking about the songs.

“So, there are rumours that some of the songs are written about a special person,” James wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“Oh, no” you laughed dismissing it, ”there’s no one special in my life right now.”

“Well, if you need someone,” a voice butted in. Turning to your side, the other guest, Sebastian Stan was smirking in your direction pointing at himself. 

“I mean, imagine having a song written about you and getting to say it’s the incredible Y/N who wrote it” he continued, “I could die happily.” He laid an arm on the back of the couch smiling cockily. You could feel the heat radiating from his body and if you leant back, his muscular arm would touch your back. 

“What’s going on here?” James gestured confusedly but excitedly.

“Can I just say,” he turned to once again face you,” I feel like I’ve seen you all my life and you look so great,” his blue eyes gazed into yours and when he laid a hand on yours, small sparks of electricity ran through your body. You laughed at the attention trying to remember he was a great actor just flirting for the fun of it. 

“You’re a joke. You’re actually going for it!”, James jumped in his seat,” You’re ridiculous. You’re actually going for it. I love it. I love it!”

“Why not,” Sebastian questioned,” when I have this incredibly gorgeous woman sitting next to me with a voice of an angel?”

You laughed in disbelief over how far he was willing to go but felt a warm fuzzy feeling spread inside.

“So, Sebastian you are originally from Romania, right?” James asked once the audience settled down.

“That’s true, yeah.”

“So obviously you are fluent in Romanian. How would one go about asking Y/N out?” You knew James kept this subject going as it would get more views but you kinda also didn’t want Sebastian to stop flirting.

Sebastian nodded in thought before moving closer and once again laying an arm behind you with one leg crossing the other.

“Ce Faci?" 

Without thinking, you asked the first thing that popped into your head when James said Romania.

“Would you bite me in the neck?” 

"Oh my God.” Disbelief showed on his face and the audience was silent for a moment. Then he swept in low and went for your neck as laughs filled the room. You pushed him away slightly giggling but his warm breath on your neck sent your mind into dark places.

“Don’t make me do it.” he raised his voice slightly pointing his finger before taking a sip of his water.

The audience was still in stitches as you tried to remedy the situation by clarifying what you meant. Dracula had his castle in Romania right?

“So, there really is no one special in your life right now?” James asked returning to the first question.

“No, there really isn’t,” you shook your head before placing a hand on Sebastian thick thigh, “but in the future, there might be?” You looked over at Sebastian and gave him a wink.

“Dear lord,” he ran a hand through his soft looking hair licking his lips, “You’re gonna be the death of me woman.” James grinned widely at the scene in front of him. 

“Any chance of you going out with him Y/N?”

“I mean, I gotta say, he is pretty cute.” You retorted giving him a smile. Sebastian’s once cocky attitude disappeared and light pink dusted his cheeks as he felt onto the couch.

James laughed loudly at the change, “Oh, look at him!”

“You were so cocksure, and now you’re a blushing mess.” he stood up from his chair in excitement. 

It was actually quite adorable how flustered he got from your words resorting to hiding his smiling face in his hand. 

“And here you have it, ladies and gentlemen. The next power couple brought to you on The Late Late Show!” James yelled into the camera still grinning widely. 

- - -

You said your goodbyes to James before leaving to your dressing room with one last glance at Sebastian who had been caught by a few adoring stagehands.

A small knock on your door brought you to your feet again. You set down the slice of pizza you had ordered to be here once the show finished. After almost tripping over the discarded shoes on the ground you made it to the door.

The same man who had made you feel butterflies and giggly stood outside your door awkwardly.

“Hi,” Sebastian spoke and you could almost feel the nervousness roll of him.

You responded giggling at the complete 180 degrees turn from cocky to shy.

“I” he paused muttering “I’m really doing this” under his breath before continuing.

“I just wanted to tell you I meant everything I said out there. I really think you are amazing and unbelievably gorgeous,” his stare on the ground lifted and you could see the nerves swimming in his deep blue orbs. 

“I was just wondering if you would like to go on a date with me?” he bit his lip and ran a hand through his hair. 

“You really got stop doing that,” you said breathlessly as more butterflies filled your stomach. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion not quite catching what you meant.

“Biting your lip and running your hand through your hair.” you clarified, “It makes me think and want to do things I shouldn’t.” This time his eyes widened at your confession and a sliver of lust showed.

“And yes, I would like to go out with you.” you grinned. 

He sighed in relief and a smile spread on his beautiful face.

“I got pizza in here if you want to join?” you gestured inside and the twinkle in his eye was more than enough to account for his answer. You put out a hand and when his fingers intertwined with yours, feeling the same spark from before, you pulled him into your dressing room. 

anonymous asked:

So, first off, hi there! Second... what kind of things do you think nerd!Derek would do to try and get jock!Stiles' attention? Or, what kind of cutesy things do you think jock!Stiles would attempt to make nerd!Derek notice him and laugh. (Spoiler alert, Derek already does notice him, but shhhh!)

So I combined these two prompts, I hope you guys don’t mind! Have some more nerd!Derek from me ^^

(Also, my eternal thanks to both @pale-silver-comb and @halesheart for telling me my writing isn’t horseshit and I should continue)

Title: You Hold My Attention (Without Even Trying)

“Oh my god, again?”

Scott frowns. “This is seriously getting out of hand.”

“Ugh, I know,” Stiles says as he bends down to pick up the flowers – tulips today – that dropped out of his locker when he opened it. “I mean, it was cute at first, but after the fifth time you get wet flowers smacked into your face, it kind of gets old.”

Speaking of wet flowers, they’re soaking through his shirt where he was cradling them under his arm. He holds them out in front of him, scrunching his face when they drip onto his sneakers. He’s not exaggerating when he says he’s kind of tired of them. Don’t get him wrong, he still appreciates the fact that someone takes the time out of their day to buy him flowers, but it’s just a bit – well – too much.

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Not entirely fluffy, not entirely sinful, somewhere in between LOL

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Sitting on RFA + Saeran’s lap

Zen

  • He was working out at the rooftop. Sit-ups, push-ups, you know, just the regular exercises you can do at home without the fancy gym equipment
  • That are as effective as any equipment, because man is sweaty and panting hard
  • And as soon as you step in to the rooftop, he just splashes some water so you won’t see him all sweaty (he doesn’t know you would kill to see that, though)
  • And since he looks always ready for a photo shoot, he really looks like a model in a Nike billboard, he looks… irresistible.
  • So you just make your way to his lap, just like that.
  • No, not just like that… WHAT’S WITH THESE SHORTS, MC? DON’T YOU KNOW THEY ARE SHORT JUST THE WAY THE BEAST LIKES IT?
  • “B-babe, what… what are you doing?” “Nothing. What were you doing?” “Just working out, you know, just keeping my body in shape…” oh, if you wiggle like that one more time…
  • “I see, yes… very in shape.” You squeeze his biceps, smiling. Gurl… his mind is a little cloudy due to the beast, but he’s not stupid, he knows what you’re up to.
  • “Yes, babe. Don’t you think I deserve a prize after working so hard?” one of his arms circle you by your waist as he leans towards you to kiss you…
  • “No! You’re all sweaty! Eww!” Gurl… you’re not the actress here, don’t even try. “Ah yes… my bad, princess. I’m really sweaty…” he gets up, shifting you in his arms so he can carry bridal style “I think you’ll have to help me take a shower.”
  • Good luck, now it’s your turn to exercise a little…

 

Yoosung

  • Boy is becoming multitasked these days.
  • Look at him studying in the kitchen while waiting for the dinner to cook in the oven!
  • You are hungry and go to the kitchen to grab something while dinner isn’t ready
  • “Na-ah, MC! Dinner is almost ready, you won’t want to eat later if you eat something random now.” Really multitasked, he says this blocking your way with his arm without taking his eyes off of the book.
  • He looks so serious, so focused, so cool. How can you resist?
  • So you sit on his lap, and he immediately stiffens his body. You keep telling him to focus and study, how can he focus like this, woman?
  • “MC… co-come on… we can… we can do this later… we…” “Do what later, Yoosung?” Oh no… are you really going to make him say it? Look how red he is, the poor thing!
  • He’s trying so hard not to give that glance at your body and how you’re pressing against his own, so he looks at your eyes… only to find that teasing expression you always do… oh, he always for this!
  • “You know very well, MC…” he holds you as he brings you closer, but you scoot lightly away from him “What? I don’t! I’m just hanging here waiting for dinner because I’m hungry!”
  • “Well, I’m hungry too…” he motions for you to get up before leaving his chair as well. You watch as he tosses his book aside and goes to the oven, turning it off. “I’m starving…” you could tease him for these innuendos, but you’re just too much into it as he grabs your hand and leads you both to the bedroom.
  • Yeah, you really didn’t make him say it, you just let him show you.

Jaehee

  • She’s super caught up in the plot of this DVD
  • Seriously… she’s not blinking for a while now…
  • You, on the other hand, aren’t that interested. You’re messing on your phone and sighing dramatically from time to time.
  • She didn’t take a notice of any of these sighs!
  •  And you genuinely don’t want to get on her way in this, but ahh… you’re getting quite sleepy and her lap looks really inviting…
  • So you yawn and lie on the couch, resting your head on her lap.
  • “MC?” she looks at you all flushed and with this little reprimanding look on her eyes. “What? I’m just tired.”
  • “But I… I’m… the movie…” “You can keep watching, I’m just going to stay quiet here…” you nuzzle your head in her lap… god…
  • You’re the worst kind of tease: the one who plays innocent, ahh, if only she didn’t love this so much, her life would be so much easier…
  • “Are you really going to stay quiet?” she grabs your chin, making you look at her as she bends down slowly. “Nah, you know what? I better rest in the bed, right?” you get up, heading to the bedroom. She rolls her eyes as turning the TV off, then she follows you.
  • Her life would be easier, but waaaay less interesting if she didn’t fall for your teasing…

Jumin

  • Shhh, he’s on the phone…
  • And judging from the way his rubbing his temples, it’s a strenuous business concern.
  • You walk into his office to grab a book, but your eyes go straight at him and how tired he looks.
  • He’s been on this deal almost the whole afternoon, shouldn’t he take a little break?
  • You walk towards his desk, going behind his chair as you mess with his hair a little. He finally notices your presence and bring your hand to his, still talking on the phone, but massaging your knuckles.
  • Oh, he is the one who needs a massage… anyway, you take this as an invitation to his lap.
  • “Yes, just hold on for a minute…” he covers the speaker with his hand as he looks at you. “Can I help you with something, my love?”
  • “I’m okay. Not so sure about you, though…” you squeeze his shoulders “So tense… are you okay?” Is this a trick? Are you genuinely concerned or genuinely tempting him?
  • He hopes it’s a little bit of both, and goes back to his phone. “I’ll talk to you later. Something just came up.” Placing his phone in the desk, one hand wraps your hips as the other grabs your chin as he comes closer.
  • “Ju-Jumin!” you pull away a little “What about your work? You can’t just… no, you…” he chuckles as he hugs you again “I suppose a little break won’t do any harm?”
  •  Probably it wouldn’t, but it wasn’t exactly little…

Saeyoung

  • There’s something wrong to one of his babies. He spent all day trying to fix it by himself, messing with the gears and engines, then going inside the car and trying to start it. Nothing.
  •  You let him do his thing, but it’s getting kinda late, shouldn’t he get inside now and admit this is a job for a professional mechanic.
  • You were going to tell him that, but seeing him with his hands and face all dirty with grease stirred something in you.
  • “Having problems, buddy?” you lean on the side of the car. “Ughhhh, I’m a genius, MC! Why can’t I fix this?”he sighs in frustration, resting his body dramatically in his seat.
  • Okay, that’s your cue! It’s not exactly comfortable, but you quickly manage to get on his lap, straddling him.
  •  “Ah, honey… I know what you’re doing, but… no, I’m just so tired, I’m…” oh, you’re wearing a skirt, huh?
  •  “Then let’s get inside so you can rest.” You twitch your fingers in the back of his head, playing with the hair.  And he wants to pull away and ask you to stop, he knows he can think of a way of fixing this car, but…
  •  “Are you sure you want to wiggle against me like that, MC? You know I can feel eveeeeerything, right?”
  • He rubs your back up and down before holding your head as he brings his face up, but you tilt away from him “Yeah? So what? You only care about your car, anyway…” you pout.
  • Oh… you fight so dirty sometimes… “I’m so offended you would say this, MC. Guess I’ll have to show you how much I care about you, then.”
  • Now you’re feeling eveeeeerything too.

Saeran

  •  It’s pretty quiet around your place
  • He’s sitting on the couch, just hanging and messing with his phone.
  • So are you, you’ve been putting some things in place while typing in your phone, walking around with your eye glued on the screen.
  • After you’re done, you decide to sit on the couch, and since he’s so quiet and you’re distracted, you don’t notice the seat you’re going for it’s already taken.
  • “Hey! What are you doing?” “Oh, sorry! I didn’t see you there!” he’s clearly annoyed, but… there is something else…
  •  “Wh… wha…? How could you not have seen me? What is in your phone to keep you hooked like this?” “Oh, just this cool game I downloaded, check it out.” You adjust your legs on top of him.
  • “Whoa! What are you… why are you… still…like this?” oh, he’s not really mad, just super flustered because you never sat on his lap before.
  • “Like this how?” ah, you know you shouldn’t mess with the poor boy like this, but how can you not when he looks so cute? “Like… you know how, your legs and your…” he won’t say ass nor butt, no, he won’t say it! “Just… get out, this is weird!”
  • “Nah, I think I like it…” you wiggle, earning a low whimper from him in response. Oh, he knows what you’re doing… “You’re doing this on purpose, ain’t you?” he places his hand on top of your thighs, his eyes dart down your lips.
  • “What? No! I wasn’t even paying attention on you before!” you laugh, but your giggle soon turns into a gasp as he grips the back of your thighs, moving to get off from under you to get on top
  • “Then I’ll have to make you pay full attention on me this time.”
naive - peter parker x reader (part 2)

w/c: 1.1k

warnings: none really?

here is the highly requested second part!! i wrote this in a caffeinated daze at like 3am so i hope it isn’t too terrible hahaha. also it looks like this is definitely gonna be at least 3 parts (maybe more if you guys want that?) so yeah!

fyi some parts of this are slightly inspired by @parkersenses​‘s great fic which u can read here!

PART 1  PART 3

Originally posted by parkery

An old 90’s rap song blasted over the speakers as Peter felt his stomach drop. His eye contact with you was fleeting, and suddenly you were gone, having disappeared with Flash and his entourage upstairs. The people around him were all dancing to the rhythm of the music, but the second Peter saw you, everything froze. He made jokes about you not being good enough for Flash all the time, but he never thought he would ever actually see the two of you together. It sparked a profound rush of adrenaline in him, and he took a big breath of air and pushed through the crowd to follow you.

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Slytherin Princess

Request from anon: please can you do an imagine where Draco and the reader are like the king and queen of Slytherin or whatever and they’re like the coolest couple ever and one day someone crosses her path and she makes sure he pays for it

Thanks for requesting anon! I’m sorry if this is really bad, I wrote this in one sitting :/

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Originally posted by pansyknowsallthingspotter

You had been dating Draco for a good two years - you were both in sixth year and had structured a pretty notorious reputation; everyone always referred to the two of you as the ‘King and Queen of Slytherin’. Ever since people had found out about the two of you, they noticed how perfectly you fit together - Draco was a respectable, almost despotic character yet you were oddly kind, though everyone warned “Get on the wrong side of Y/N Y/L/N and you’re dead meat.” You knew how to defend yourself, having come from a similar family as Draco, it came naturally to the two of you. 

You were surprisingly clever (one of the top in your year, actually) and you were proud of it. If you didn’t put those extra hours in at the library, you probably wouldn’t have passed your O.W.L.S; it came as a shock to your parents when you were placed in Slytherin (your mother was a Ravenclaw and so was your father) yet you supposed your house destined who you were meant to be. You were a Slytherin and you were proud of it. 

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After all the agony of the last couple of hours, the switch-back was surprisingly anticlimactic. A little light and then they just stood there. Valentine was immediately restrained by Jace and Luke, but Alec was frozen. He just stared at Magnus, who seemed shaken, but already his eyes started to regain their sparkle.

“Magnus?”, Alec whispered, nearly inaudible. Magnus looked up at Alec, careful relief showing on his face, before he went back to staring at his manicured and ringed fingers.

Alec sighed and strode towards him, stopping at the last moment, unsure. “Can I…?”, he asked, gesturing helplessly with his hands. Magnus nodded, looking up, and Alec hugged him tightly, burying his face in his hairline, kissing his temple and nuzzling his face. “I’m sorry, Magnus. I’m so, so sorry. I should have realized sooner, I….” “It’s ok, Alexander. You did realize, and you did save me. Just…don’t go.”

Alec nodded and kept holding onto Magnus, who in turn wrapped his arms around Alec’s waist, slightly pecking his neck rune and settling his face into the crook of Alec’s neck. Neither noticed the door closing behind the other Shadowhunters escorting Valentine back to his cell.

After a couple of minutes, Magnus mumbled softly: “Can you stay with me? I don’t want to be alone right now.” “Of course”, said Alec, “I’ll stay for as long as you want me to.” At that Magnus finally lifted his head, his lips quirking up to a slight smirk, but his eyes gazing longingly at Alec. “Careful there, darling. I might never let you leave.” “I’m alright with that”

A Lion’s Pride - Sebastian Stan x Reader - One Shot

Originally posted by jugheadcami

Originally posted by hard-on-for-hiddleston

A/N - So i’m gonna be using the same family if you like from I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa. So the usual Reader, Seb and Izzy.

Sebastian is really not happy when he see’s Tom trying to make a play at his wife. Little does he know it’s not like that at all. Major smut fest ensures.

Jealous Seb x Reader

Warnings: Smutty smut smut.

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Animosity

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader.

Warnings: SMUT. Angry sex, hair pulling, spankings, slight Daddy kink, choking, Russian, name calling. I think that’s all. Steve is done with you and Bucky’s shit. You highkey hate Bucky but lowkey have the hots for him.

Word Count: 2135.

Rating: 18+.

Masterlist.

This is a request for @wingstakemeaway Thanks! I hope you enjoy it.

I’m also tagging my wifeys @sexylibrarian1 and @thecrownedrose 

@sebstanchrisevanchickforever19 @supernatural-girl97 


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stronger ❖ jongin

When your mom left to go into one of the decorated classes in the kindergarten, you then noticed that you weren’t alone in the room, in fact a little witness has looked at all the interaction between you and your mother.

admin : - velvet
genre : fluff, angst, dad! jongin au, ceo! jongin, daddy tbh, smut (in future), age gap but who cares anymore on this blog ;)


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You entered the kindergarten without even taking off your shoes, the smell of milk powder and disinfectant all over the place, the mix of a comforting smell and a very strong one made your head spin a little. Or maybe it was because you entered the place so quickly, making your body shock from the difference of temperature.

Y/N?❞ the lady at the desk questioned putting her thin glasses over her nose. You turned around quickly, your hair falling everywhere over your back.

Mom❞ you whined as soon as you saw her familiar face. You walked - almost running - to her desk and dropped your bag on the floor, your nose and cheeks red from the cold outside and your eyes glossy and she was not sure why.

She frowned and walked out from behind the desk, her hair was up in a messy bun and she was already packing her things to finally come out of the kindergarten where she worked, since all the babies were home. Or so you thought.

What is happening, baby?❞ she asked coming to cup your face. You weren’t a mommy’s girl, she barely even gave you what you asked, but she always was there to listen to you and help you as she could.

You sniffed trying not to cry in that place, you weren’t sure if everyone left, so you just murmured: ❝I don’t have any money

Your mom raised an eyebrow shocked. Her concern dropping. ❝What?❞ You couldn’t even answer, her voice was thundering all over the place.

❝Y/L/N Y/N, me and your father just gave you our money, where are they?

You grunted passing a hand over your face, thank God you never wore makeup to go to university, so now you didn’t have to care about dirtying your face.

I used them to buy the books for school, my professor asked for three new volumes and now I don’t know how to buy food❞ you whined.

Now, to be true, you had your money, not all, but you could survive on noodles and water, but that was not how you wanted to live. Your university was taking you life away from your body, every single penny that you had was destined to be used for your school and you hated it.

Your mother sighed combing her hair with her fingers in a desperate gesture. ❝You need to find a job❞ she muttered to herself, but loud enough for you to hear.

Huh?❞

Yes, Y/N, a job. That’s what university students do. Why can’t you find one?

I have classes everyday❞ you almost shouted, showing to your mother how you were looking, coming straight out of university. Your mother sighed again, this time looking at you with anger.

Listen, you have twenty-one years old, Missy, you can find a job like every other student does. Me and your father won’t be forever here to help you❞ Hearing that sentence you lowered your head.

Yah, don’t say that❞ you muttered under your breath, feeling little under your mother’s gaze. You knew that they wouldn’t be there forever to help, but hearing your mother say it made you more than sad. The idea of not having your parents next to you was tearing your limbs into pieces.

Another sigh - you even lost the count - left your mother’s mouth and she pointed at the little wooden bench for babies that was attached to painted wall. ❝Wait there, I’ll go see if any mom has requested for a babysitter, you’ll be alright working with babies, right?

You shrugged going to sit on the bench, your mother’s eyes following you. ❝I guess

You never had problems with babies, your older sister already had two twins, so you knew how to deal with them since she always used to leave them to you when you still were an high-schooler, but now - now you were in university, you needed to take books with you wherever you were going and taking care of a baby could be a problem. Willing or not, you had to find a job, you were twenty-one, damn, your mother was right, you had to become independent, and that didn’t only means living alone if you couldn’t even pay for your own rent and food.

When your mom left to go into one of the decorated classes in the kindergarten, you then noticed that you weren’t alone in the room, in fact a little witness has looked at all the interaction between you and your mother. You stared at him, his big brown eyes looking back at you, big puffy lips stretched in surprise when he saw you looking at him and the bangs of his chocolate hair all over his forehead and eyes. You bit down on your bottom lip, trying to hide your smile when he blushed under your gaze, a big shy smile forming on his lips.

Hi, pup❞ you cooed caressing his head gently. He smiled wider and put his little hands in his mouth, embarrassed.

You noticed that he was the only baby there, all of his friends went back home with their parents, but he still was waiting, a big black wind jacket covered his body and a big blue scarf around his neck, almost covering all of his face.

Aren’t you suffocating in there?❞ you giggled dipping your fingers in his scarf so that his lips were now on full display and he could breath properly. He jumped down the bench and ran in front of you, trying to cover his blushing cheeks from his eyes showing you how good he was at running. You smiled in front of the scene, he was of course a heartthrob, the way he looked at you made you understand that he knew little girls liked him and even big girls like you did it, it was easy falling head over heels for that beautiful baby.

You laughed a little when he stopped in front of you a little dazed from all the running in circles. ❝What’s your name?❞ you asked in a hushed tone, trying not to make him run away from you again.

He frowned then looked at his little right hand, that was probably one of the most cute hand you have ever seen, and showed you with his chubby fingers the number five.

No, not how old are you. I asked what’s your name?❞ you tried again smiling at his cute puffy cheeks. He made a sound in approval, his face lighting up.

Taeoh!

The voices to pronounce that name were two, the shy and little rough from not talking a lot one was the baby’s and another, way louder and manly was from the man who entered the kindergarten door in a rush.

Daddy❞ the little boy called out in a surprised voice and it made you heart swell in your chest. Why was this little thing so surprised that his dad came to pick him up? You looked at the man who picked the baby in his arms and kissed him lovingly on the cheeks, receiving a peck on the lips from Taeoh, than the man turned to you.

I’m sorry, I’m late again❞ he said looking at you with sad and sorry eyes. You blushed hard, did you look like the worker of a kindergarten?

The man frowned with a smile on his lips. You quickly noticed that Taeoh’s lips were just like his father’s.❝Where is Mrs Y/L/N?❞ he asked alluding at you mother.

You tried to smile a little in front of the ethereal image of the father and his baby holding into each other and nodded toward one of the class. ❝Uhm she’s gonna come in a minute❞ you stuttered.

That man was extremely gorgeous, you now knew why Taeoh was so beautiful. He had a father who was a full meal, he looked just magnificent in a grey coat, black button-up and black elegant pants, his hair was chocolate like, just like his baby’s, his eyes smaller than Taeoh’s, but the color remembered you of him.

You tore your gaze away from the two boys and stared in front of you. You heard the man moving a little, sitting then down on the bench, a meter away from you. Taeoh was sitting on his legs, but got bored soon and jumped down, running to you. Seeing how the boy gripped your cold hands into his, calling you out of your thoughts and asking you to stand up and play with him, warmed your chest.

A little laugh left his father lips when you turned your attention to the baby with a smile. ❝Taeoh,❞ he called him stretching an arm and tickling his tummy slightly to get his attention ❝don’t bother the little girl

You turned your head toward the man with a spontaneous smile. ❝It’s fine, sir

The man looked at you and smiled a little, his eyes soft over your face. Now that you thought about it, he looked very young, not too young to have a baby, but just… young.

Y/N❞ finally your mother came out of the class with two papers in her hands. When she saw the man - that automatically stood up from the bench - she smiled warmly.

Mr Kim

Mrs Y/L/N❞ he smiled back bowing politely at the older woman.

You mother patted him on the shoulder, caressing then his back warmly. ❝What a coincidence, I was just going to talk about you to my daughter

Your head shoot up, your eyes two balls that stared into your mother soul. ❝Huh?

This Mr Kim raised his eyebrows truly curious about what was happening, Taeoh silently playing with your fingers and your bitten nails.

Your mother nodded and went behind the desk, Mr Kim followed her giving you his strong back and resting his arms over the desk that separated him from your mother.

What about?❞ he asked, raising his arm with a shock so his watch could fall out of the coat and he could see the time. You stood up from the bench too, walking slowly toward the desk, Taeoh calling for your attention.

When you distractedly looked down, you saw the baby throwing his arms up at you, clearly asking you to be held. Without thinking you just reached down and took Taeoh in your arms, walking slightly quickly to the desk and stopping in front of it.

Your mother gave you an amused look, looking quickly back down to the two papers. Mr Kim looked at you for a second and then pointed to Taeoh in your arms.

Yah❞ he jokingly whispered pointing his index to the boy. Taeoh’s eyes widened, but he captured quickly the playful look in his father’s eyes. ❝You didn’t want to be held, why are you bothering the Miss?❞ he asked poking the baby’s tummy. Taeoh just smiled slyly and then wrapped his arms around your neck, hiding his face in your hair.

Okay, so❞ you mother called both of you. ❝Jongin, Y/N is a university student and she needs money, so - since you are searching for a babysitter - I thought that maybe she could help you❞ she suggested. The so said Jongin or Mr Kim raised both eyebrows surprised, looking then at you. His eyes soft and tired.

That would be amazing❞ he smiled at you. Not so surprisingly you blushed under his gaze.

Actually, Y/N❞ your mother called you and even Taeoh turned to look at her. ❝Jongin needs a babysitter that can come pick Taeoh from school everyday and then stay with him at Jongin’s place till nine, when he comes back from work❞

To be honest I just need you to come to my company, I basically live there, I have the penthouse at the last floor where I live with Taeoh and it would be amazing if you could just come pick this little monster from here and take him to the company. I’m always there, so if you need anything or you need to leave - I don’t know - an hour or two before you can just send me a message and I’ll come right back into the penthouse

The penthouse? Shit, is he rich? You’ve never even see before a real penthouse. Are they like in the movies? That would be cool.

Sure❞ you muttered enchanted by your own thoughts.

Mr Kim treated you with one of the most heartwarming smiles and you almost wanted to melt down. ❝You can take your books with you, I don’t care if you want to study while you’re at my home, or play video games or chat with your friends, it’s none of my business, I just need you to stay with Taeoh while I’m not around and give him his milk and his food and keep him mentally sane. I don’t want to leave him alone at home or make him wait hours every day before I come pick him up from work

You smiled at him gripping Taeoh harder. ❝Mr Kim there are no problems, actually I’m glad I can take my books at your house, so I can study. You just need to tell me when I start and how to move

You seriously were happy that he gave you permission to take your school books with you, you really needed to pass all the year of university with the best of the grades. Taeoh seemed nice too, so you didn’t think he could cause any problem.

This was the first work you were doing where a stranger was going to pay you. Mr Kim searched for a second in the pockets of his pants, then when he reached for his wallet he opened it and took a card out of it.

Call me❞ he mumbled slowly picking a pen from the desk and writing down another telephone number next to the other three, then he circled one of the printed ones.

This one I wrote is my personal cell phone, but I don’t use it alot, so if I don’t answer after the third time, just call me on this. This is my office one, so I’ll answer for sure. You can come at my company tomorrow morning if you don’t have any class, you can come from nine to eleven, I don’t have any meeting during those hours so I’m gonna be in my office waiting for your call so I can come pick you up in the lobby❞ he explained.

Meanwhile you looked at the thick paper piece that he gave you and read the name of Kim Family Company, his name was the second one between two females names, probably his sisters since they had the same surnames and the company name was Kim Family.

Are you a ceo?❞ you asked out of impulse, shocked that you were in front of a person who controlled over other people’s work.

Mr Kim smiled at you, his eye terribly tired and you just started to notice how exhausted he looked. ❝I am. This is why I need a person to take care of Taeoh and me. His mother left❞ he said quietly, not caring about saying those words out loud, but your face fell into a grimace and one of your hands shot up to cover Taeoh’s ear.

It’s fine❞ Mr Kim smiled ❝He has to know anyway. So yeah, Y/N. If you could come tomorrow so I can show you everything that would be helpful

You nodded slowly taking away your hand from Taeoh’s head and then turned to your mother. ❝Good❞ she said.

Now, Jongin I’m gonna ask you to leave because I have to close and you❞ she pointed at you while you were passing Taeoh into Jongin’s arms. ❝Stay and help me clean everything so I can give you your money

Your eyes shot at the sky in an annoyed expression and you started taking your jacked off your body just to see your mother mimic with her lips ❝she’s broke❞ to Mr Kim.

I’m not❞ you screamed going into one of the classes to start cleaning.

You couldn’t believe your mother just said to your new boss that you had no money.


Don’t think that Jongin will remain this sweet and innocent, ‘cause hell daddy Jongin is gonna pop out and hit you all in the face hehe.

- velvet