thank you and you know damn well the way out!

Jack Zimmermann was accustomed to dealing with difficult situations; he was captain of the Samwell Men’s Hockey team after all, but this? This was never in the job description.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Bitty whispered into the side of Jack’s neck, breath hot and sweet against his skin. The kegster ended a while ago but Bitty was still feeling the effects. When he fell off the coffee table attempting to dance to All the Single Ladies, Jack swept in ready to piggyback him to bed.

“Alright,” Jack said, mouthing I got this in Lardo’s direction before heading to the stairs.

“I don’t wanna be a single lady anymore,” His voice faltered and Jack became acutely aware of Bitty’s thighs around his hips. “I want a person. Everybody else has got a person.”

“With moves like that I don’t think you’ll have to wait long,” Jack said, supressing a chuckle.

“Mmhmm,” Bitty mumbled, fighting a losing war against sleep. Jack pushed open the door to Bitty’s room with his foot and ducked inside.

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Let Me Help

Originally posted by koenigreus

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood, sort of angsty lol

Request: “Peter x Reader with “Your reckless impulses will get you killed!” And “You’re an idiot and i’m very proud of you. don’t do that again.” and  Peter Parker x Reader with “You idiot! You dumbass! You- you fucking moron!” And "There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.” Angst to fluff, please? Thank you!”

A/N: I combined two requests, I hope that’s okay!

He had told you he was going to be gone for quite a while that night. You decided to wait up in your room, knowing very well that it could be late in the night before he contacted you. But it had gone later than ever.

You rolled over in your bed to check your phone, the screen lighting up your worried expression in the darkness. No texts, no missed calls. The bold white numbers at the top read 1:05. The lock screen picture of you and Peter laughing together just made your heart hurt even more. Where was he?

You jumped when a loud knock on your window broke the pressing silence. You leaped out of bed, wondering what it was. Had a bird hit your window somehow in the middle of the night?

“Oh my god,” the words left your lips in a rush of air. “Peter.”

The boy was on his knees up on the fire escape outside your window, his left hand clutching his right shoulder. His mask was in his other hand. His face was a mess of blood and dirt.

You hurried forward, pulling up your window. You helped him through, keeping a steady hand on his uninjured shoulder.

“Why are you here? What happened?” You whispered, not wanting to alert your parents.

“I tried to stop this guy,” Peter said, his words pushed out through clenched teeth. “He was one of the men left over from the underground alien weapons operation. He still had one of the weapons.”

“What-” you sat him down on your bed, struggling to understand what was going on. You tried to move his hand from his shoulder, but he resisted you.

“Peter, please,” you said, looking him right in the eyes. “I can help you, I know first aid.”

“I don’t-” he didn’t finish the sentence, his eyes seeming to fracture into a million pieces.

“You don’t what?” you asked.

“I don’t want you to have to worry about me,” he said, his eyes flicking away from yours.

You sighed. “Then why did you come to my apartment, not yours?”

Peter shook his head. “May can’t see me like this, and you’re the only person I knew could help me.”

“Then let me help.”

Peter let his hand drop. Your stomach turned over at the sight of the grisly wound in his shoulder. His suit was soaked with blood.

“The weapon hit me there,” Peter said, his voice rasping.

“I can see that.” You struggled to stay calm. “Hold on, I’m going to get some bandages from the hall closet. Don’t move.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Peter murmured.

You straightened up, turned to ease the door to your room open. You winced with every squeak of the hinges, expecting someone to come down the hall and see you and a very bloody Spider-Man at any moment. You took the first-aid kit from the hall from atop a stack of blankets. You found a couple heavier-duty bandages pushed against the side behind some books.

You padded back to your room, closing your door behind you. Peter sat on your bed with the worst look of pain on his face. You knelt down in front of him.

“Can you talk off your suit?”

Peter nodded, loosening it first then sliding the smooth material off his shoulders. You sucked in air through your teeth, reaching for one of the towels you brought.

“Hold this against your shoulder, it’s the best I could find,” you instructed. Peter did as you told him.

“God,” you muttered, seeing the scratches on his chest and face. One of his eyes had swelled up. “Your reckless impulses will get you killed, Peter.”

“I just wanted to stop him,” Peter said, getting defensive.

You bit your lip, holding back more berating words and the tears that stung your eyes. You took the towel from him, cleaning up the most blood you could before wrapping a bandage around it.

“This is the best I can do for tonight,” you said, your voice trembling despite your resolve not to show the turmoil inside of you.

“It’s okay,” Peter said. “This is more than enough.”

You moved to the scratches on his chest. “You’re gonna need stitches tomorrow, there’s no way around it.”

“I can’t, then May will know-”

“Then go to Tony Stark! Go somewhere! Find a spool of thread and a needle and freaking do it yourself!” you spat. “You can’t let these go untreated, Peter!”

Peter stayed silent as you cleaned away some of the dried blood, not sure what to say. One of his hands was fisted in your blankets from pain. He closed his eyes, unsure whether it was body or his heart that hurt more. He hated to see you so worried. He hated that he was Spider-Man right at this moment. He hated that he had a duty to do, a duty that hurt himself and everyone else around him.

“You’re an idiot,” you muttered, reaching for some more bandages. “You dumbass. You- you fucking moron! Why would you put yourself in so much danger?”

“It’s my job,” Peter said,

“No, your job is to be the ‘friendly neighborhood Spider-Man’, the one that goes after petty thieves and helps old ladies find their way around. You’re not supposed to hunt down war criminals!” You felt a tear drip onto your cheek.

“I know,” Peter said. He looked down at his heavily bandages torso, at you struggling to keep your hands steady. “I’m sorry I haven’t been around so much.”

“It’s okay,” you said tightly, knowing that the anger you felt wasn’t justified. It was born of fear and, though you didn’t want to admit it, jealousy.

You turned, putting everything back into the box. Your fingers shook so badly, you could barely hold onto a box of Band-Aids. Tears blurred your vision.

“Stop. Y/N,” Peter reached forward, taking your hands. You were forced to look at him.

“I’m sorry,” you said, trying to pull away. Instead, Peter stood up, despite his wounds, and hugged you tightly to his chest. You could feel his own hands trembling on your back. You were reminded that he had a much bigger job than you, and he did it damn well despite coming back with a black eye almost every time.

“You’re an idiot and I’m very proud of you. Don’t do that again,” you whispered.

“I’ll be careful,” Peter promised. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

“I know.”

The two of you stayed there for a moment before Peter pulled away, wincing. “I don’t suppose you have any pain meds?”

“Oh, yeah,” you said, leaning down to rifle through the First-Aid kit. You found the bottle of Ibuprofen holding it out to him. He took a pill gratefully, sighing.

“Thank you,” he said. “I should probably go.”

“There’s no way you’ll make it back to your apartment,” you said. “Stay with me tonight, we can call May tomorrow.”

Peter nodded after a moment. He slid into your bed behind you, pulling you into his chest. Though neither of you said it very much, you were grateful for each other.

Peter held onto you like you were his rock in the middle of a roiling sea, his head pushed into your neck. You sighed, knowing that whatever Peter had to face, he could handle it.

And so could you.

The Mom Friend - Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request- “Jeff Atkins imagine where the reader is zach’s sister and they all hang out together in a big group for the first time and the reader is The Mom Friend™ and stops them all from doing crazy shit”

“Yo Justin throw me another beer?” Your brother called across the room at the already slightly wasted teen boy. He nodded and chucked the can in your direction, causing you to duck.

“Watch it, Foley.” You warned, giving him dagger eyes. He chuckled and opened what might be his seventh beer. Jess and Justin had spent the majority of the evening so far partaking in intense PDA, they were as drunk as each other and clearly thirsty.

Deciding it might be best to move, you went to sit next to Jeff, your boyfriend. He smiled as he saw you approach and squeezed your thigh as you sat next to him.

Jeff and you had only been dating for around two months, and this evening was the first you’d spend together with your brother and his friends in one place. You were at Bryce’s. He had the nicest place and had decided to invite the few of you round to chill and have a few drinks. Most everyone was drunk, including Jeff, leaving you to Mother everyone and make sure they did nothing too stupid.

“You look really fucking good.” Slurred Jeff, making you giggle.

“You look really fucking drunk.” You retorted. You placed your hand over his and ruffled his hair with the other.

“Will you come in the pool with me?” He asked, his face that as if he’d had a brilliant idea.

“Bad idea, Jeffy boo.” You mocked.

“Why?” He sounded like a defiant kid.

“You’re drunk and I can’t be doing with you drowning.” You rolled your eyes, and placed your head on his shoulder. He sighed but clumsily dragged his fingers through your hair.

“I’ll get you some bread and water.” You decided, jumping up off the sofa to fetch the supplies.


You met up with Zach out by the pool, offering him some bread and water.

“No thanks, Y/N. Gross.” Your drunk brother made vomiting motions and shook his head violently.

“Please just one sip.” You begged, giving him the puppy dog eyes that always worked so well on him. He rolled his eyes, taking the water from you reluctantly and gulping before handing it back to you.

“Now, im going swimming.” He pointed his finger up sternly.

“No, Zach, you’re not.” You told him.

“Yes!” Countered Zach, before deciding to pull his t shirt over his head.

“You going swimming Zach!?” Monty came out of nowhere, ran towards you, pulling his shirt off as well.

“No he isn’t.” You said sternly.

“Yes he is.” Sulked Zach.

You placed the water and bread on the floor by you.

You grabbed each boys wrist, turning them to face you.

“You’re not stepping foot in that water boys, you hear me?”

Monty and Zach nodded fearfully. Your stern mothering attitude always worked a treat on them, especially when they were drunk.

“Good. Now let’s get you inside and clothed. And then you can have some of this.” You took charge, motioning towards the bread and water on the floor beside you.

Both boys looked disgusted, but abided anyway.


About an hour later, after making it round all the boys with bread and water, and then dancing with Jess for what felt like hours, you sat with Monty playing video games.

“I’m going to get myself a drink, do you want anything?” You turned to him.

“No thanks, Y/N.” Monty’s eyes were focused on the screen.

You wandered toward the kitchen, but stopped in your tracks when you heard voices. There was nothing like a bit of eavesdropping.

“Nah man, I gotta tell you something.” Your brother Zach’s voice drifted out of the room.

“Yeah, go ahead.” The respondent was Jeff.

“Y/N, my sister, you two, I’m so happy.” Zach fumbled.

“You are?” Jeff was trying to hide the surprise in his voice.

“Yeah, man. Y/N has been hurt really fucking bad before, but you’re different- I can tell.” He breathed, you could tell he was nervous. “You make her so happy, and seeing her happy, makes me happy, I’m so thankful you’re in her life.”

“Trust me, man, I’d never hurt Y/N. she doesn’t really like to go into detail but I know previous guys have caused her shit, and I couldn’t ever do that to her.” Jeff admitted. Your heart fluttered at the conversation between your two favourite boys.

“I know, that’s why I’m so glad it’s you. She means so much to me and I know you’ll treat her right.” Zach continued.

“I haven’t told her yet because I still feel like it’s early days, and I’m afraid she won’t feel the same, but I’m so fucking in love with her, Zach. Y/N is the best thing that’s happened to me in such a long time.” Jeff’s words melted your heart. You had to let him know you felt the same way soon. Damn that boy had you good.

You could almost see Zach grinning at Jeff.
“I’m so glad you’re happy too, dude. You mean a lot to me as well.”

“Thank you, man. Back at you. I thought to begin with dating your sister might be a bit weird.”

“Yeah, right-”

But you couldn’t stand there any longer, so you made a loud entrance into the room.

“Hey guys, just getting a drink.” You explained, pretending you hadn’t just heard their entire conversation.

“You want the rest of this, Y/N?” Jeff asked, holding out his beer.

You smiled warmly. “Sure.” As you took the can from his hand, you placed your other hand on his waist and leaned in to peck a kiss on his lips.

“Oooooh Kay,” Zach coughed. “I’m going to remove myself from this PDA.” He said, moving backwards out of the room, and you could’ve sworn as you turned, you saw him wink at Jeff out of the corner of his eye.

Jeff chuckled.
“Poor Zach. Must be weird.”

You laughed internally at the irony, given you’d just heard the whole thing, but brushed it off. Jeff had sobered considerably since earlier, and you were glad, since it gave you an excuse to make out with him profusely.

You leaned in for another peck, and decided to place the beer on the counter behind Jeff, so you could use both hands to cup his face.

“Jeff Atkins.” You smiled up at him.

“Y/N L/N.” he smiled back.

“I love you.” This was the first time either of you had really said it, but after hearing Jeff’s confession, you weren’t afraid anymore. Jeff was taken aback, but then, you thought maybe his face would crack from the beaming grin that lit up his beautiful features.

“I love you too!” He nearly shouted, drawing circles with his hands on your waist.
You giggled at the idiot in front of you, and went in for a full kiss.

His lips enveloped yours hungrily, both very slightly buzzed from alcohol. You caressed his neck with your hands and he squeezed your waist tightly, making your entire body tingle and causing a gasp to come from your mouth. Jeff chuckled against you, realising he was doing to you exactly what you were doing to him, and finding joy that you had that effect over each other.

Jeff moved his hands lower, cupping your ass before lifting you so that you were straddling his waist. He swung round quickly so that he could almost throw you onto the counter behind, you gasped again, neither of you caring that you’d knocked over the beer can. He roughly put his hands behind your knees to pull you closer to him and devour you even more. Your legs either side of him, he stood right up against the counter as close to you as humanly possible and tasted every inch of your mouth. This was something you could never get tired of.

“Jeff,” you pushed his mouth off you. “I think we’re going to have to move this elsewhere.” You panted.

His chuckles lit up your heart like fairy lights, and the love in his eyes wasn’t going to go away anytime soon.

“That’s probably a good idea, I can’t take much longer.”

He lifted you down off the counter, and you took his hand and led him out into the summerhouse, hoping for some privacy.

Your brothers blessing had really made your day, and you could tell it had made Jeff’s too.

Absolutely Smitten (I’ll Never Let You Go)

Summary: In which Dan is a much-adored primary school music teacher, and Phil is just the science teacher who can’t keep his mind off of him. But when the students notice and try to get in on the action, will Phil finally work up the courage to ask Dan out? Based on this prompt from Phanfic.

Word Count: 4k

Genre: Fluff

Extra tags: Getting together, teacher AU, pure fluff

Warnings: none

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A/N: As an elementary education major currently in my second year of college, I immediately knew this prompt was absolutely perfect for me and there was no way I couldn’t write this. I mean, come on, wouldn’t they just make the perfect teachers? Anyway, I hope you enjoy!!

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Tortured Nights

Pairing: Fuckboy!Theo Raeken x Fem!Reader

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of sex

Trigger Warnings: Eating disorder

Request: Can I get a fuckboy theoX bestfriend were she’s in love with him and they live together so she gets tortured by him having sex with other girls and she starts fading away from him and develops a eating disorder? Sorry if thats to much. Please&thank you.

A/N: Sorry it took a while, its just that writer’s block is a thing and school has been tiring. Sorry

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to count the stars

seven times james and lily meet on the train, and one time they don’t

ie, this is me skewing the jily week day 1 prompts a bit because i am the trashiest of trash.



It’s a bleak September morning the first time she sets foot on the Hogwarts Express.

Lily sniffles, glancing over her shoulder, not at her parents whose grins were so wide that she feared it would split their faces, but at her sister, her Tuney, who pouted and frowned and whose eyes had a strange sheen over it. She’s only seen it a few times, when they got into fights that lead to broken dolls or hair tugging.

Petunia Evans was a cold type of sadness. She would pout and sulk and her lip would quiver, but she would never, ever cry.

Lily was the opposite. She was an explosion of feeling, a forest fire too big for her body that left its confines in wet, noisy sobs that had the whole house shaking.

A lone tear made it’s way down her sister’s cheek and she was ready to jump off the train and back to her if it meant stopping the impossible.

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Guardian Angel / Dean Winchester

A/N: Not requested, just needed to write some fanfics cause I won’t have my phone or computer for the next week.

Warnings: floof, Gabe is alive and not a lil’ shite (gasp) 

Originally posted by peachesandkookies

You stumbled down the road until you saw and neon sign.

‘Pop’s Motel’

You walked into the lobby and leaned against the front desk, blood running down your forehead into your left eye. A short man with dark skin and a bald head rushed up to you.

“Hey, hey. Are you okay?”

“Stupid question. I need the brothers.”

The man rested a hand on your arm,” Who?”

“Tall guy with long brown hair and shorter guy with blonde hair, green eyes.”

You grunted and shifted your footing.

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Caught Off Guard

Warnings/Triggers: None

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

A/N: I had this idea quite awhile ago, and I just got to writing it. So here it goes, enjoy?


A few weeks had passed since Bucky’s arrival at the Avengers tower. He was quiet. Soft spoken. Always seemed to be thinking. You’d had a few conversations with him. Mostly how he was doing, what he wanted to eat, if he wanted to go on a run with you, that sort of stuff. You worked as a technician in the lab with Tony and Bruce. Bucky had been down there several times to have his metal arm rerouted and checked on, which you found absolutely fascinating. How it whirred, the soft electric hum of it was mesmerizing to you.

Everyone besides Tony and Bruce who were hard at work, were in the main living space while you, Wanda and Sam were in the kitchen cooking away. The music was blaring and you swayed your hips to the beat. You had flour swiped across your cheek, your hair plopped into a messy bun as you made pizza’s, when you realized Queen was playing and you jumped in excitement.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, turn up the volume!” You practically squealed and sung along, dancing in the kitchen.

Tonight, I’m gonna have myself a real good time
I feel alive and the world is turning inside out, yeah!
I’m floating around in ecstasy…

Bucky, who was sitting on the couch watched, completely infatuated with you. The way you laughed and danced so carelessly. He couldn’t help the smile from tugging on his lips as he watched you, your hips and body moving effortlessly, gracefully.

“I’m a shooting star leaping through the sky like a tiger defying the laws of gravity!” You sung, a giggle following, not able to wipe the bright smile off your face and Sam twirled you around.

Sam laughed as you danced, bumping your hips with Wanda’s. “Nice moves girls.” He rolled his eyes.

“Oh shush, you love them!” Wanda giggled.

I’m a racing car, passing by like Lady Godiva!
I’m gonna go go go there’s no stopping me!

You spotted Bucky across the room looking over and you walked over there. “Hey, you. Wanna join? You can make your own pizza!” You smiled down at him, offering for him to take your hand.  

Bucky hesitated for a moment, but he couldn’t resist your adorable and persuasive smile. “Sure, Y/N. I’d love to.”

The song played through and you softly sang to it and helped Buck with his pizza. There were times you’d say something to him and it was like he was in a trance staring at you, making a blush spread on your cheeks. You had always found him attractive…okay, okay, the word “attractive” didn’t even do him justice. He was gorgeous. His thick hair made you jealous, those full pouty lips. Damn, so perfect. Everything, not to mention that body. But underneath it all he was sweet, gentle despite what he was made out to be.

You cleared your throat, trying to ignore the heat across your face. “What toppings would you like?”

Bucky smiled to himself when he saw the redness creep up on your cheeks. He looked down at all the small dishes of options when he stuck with something simple and familiar. “Hmm….pepperoni? And those.” He added, pointing to the black olives.

“Pepperoni and olives it is then!” You said in a declaring and goofy voice making yourself laugh. You tossed pepperoni’s onto Bucky’s pizza when F.R.I.D.A.Y suddenly spoke telling you all that Tony wanted you guys to check out an enhancement he made on one of his suits. You all simultaneously groaned, knowing he wouldn’t stop talking once he got started.

“Seriously? Again?” Nat griped, sipping her drink.

“I’m sorry, but he insists.” F.R.I.D.A.Y spoke again.

“Well, I’m gonna stay here and clean up.” You laughed, trying to find any excuse not to go down there.

“I’ll uh…I’ll help her.” Bucky offered not wanting to go down to the lab. Nat huffed out a sigh, and the rest made their way downstairs.

“Thanks, Lord knows we always make huge messes when cooking.” You laughed, which made him smile. You mentally high fived yourself. You loved seeing him smile. It was so pure. So genuine. And so damn charming!

Once you finished wiping up the counter to throw away the small towelettes you rounded the island when you stubbed your toe on the edge corner. “Ah, shit!” You stumbled over a little, losing your balance from the stupid pain. A strong grip wrapped around you, holding your waist with a cool touch.

“Whoa, you alright, doll?” Bucky’s brow showed concern, yet he let out a small chuckle at the adorable scrunch knitted on your nose from the annoying pain that vibrated into your foot.

Bucky now, towering over you looked, absolutely irresistible. Glancing between his eyes and lips you felt the heat once again rise on your face. ‘Mhmm.”

“You’ve uh…got some flour…” he spoke quietly, his voice raspy with lust. He brought his flesh hand up to your red cheek, still holding you with his metal grip. He swiped his smooth tongue other the pad of his thumb and cleaned off the powder from your face. Pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, you sensed his reluctance to let you go.

Before you had time to realize what was happening, he connected his plump lips with your own, his tongue delicately exploring your mouth. Fireworks erupted between you both as kissed one another fiercely. Placing your hands on his arm to keep stable, you felt the firmness and strength of his muscles beneath your fingertips. You finally came up for air, seeing he was grinning ear to ear. He opened his mouth to say something, but froze when he heard Sam’s voice speak, dripping in sarcasm.

“Helping her clean up, huh?”

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sheepfulsheepyardinspace  asked:

dick + bruce number ten, por favor? ;)

fun fact, i actually wrote this, and then accidentally deleted it, so this is the second time around. anyway, thanks for the prompt buddy ;) took a bit of a detour from my usual brand, here, have dick angsting 

10) “You know damn well why things are the way they are.”

“You can come out now.”

With a sigh, Dick dropped into the alleyway, crashing into a puddle. The rain - barely a drizzle - had been coming down for hours now, and the air outside was cold and thick and wet. Bruce was crouched on the ground, turning a bullet casing over with a pair of tweezers. “Where’d I screw up?”

“Five blocks ago. Knocked the fire escape.”

“Barely,” Dick said. “You’re nuts, Bruce.”


There was a florescent pink sign across the street, bathing them in neon light - once, it might have read Hello There. These days, it read Hell Here. It illuminated the cowl, giving it harsher, more angular shadows. “I’ve got something for you to look at.”

Bruce stood, dropping the bullet into a plastic baggie. “The Titans collected evidence from that factory in China, right,” Dick continued, kicking errantly at a rock. “I’ve been staring at it all for a week now, and I can’t make any connections. I thought I might just need a new set of eyes.”

“I didn’t know you were in China.”

“Yeah, well, there’s a lot you don’t know,” Dick said. His voice was bitter, like the smell of the streets - oil and stale piss. 

Bruce turned to him. Dick got the vague impression he was raising a brow beneath the cowl, but it was impossible to tell. 

“It’s creepy when you do that,” Dick said, pleasantly. 

“So I’ve heard.”

Batman’s shadow fell long and hard against the concrete - there might be a day, somewhere in the distant future, where just the silhouette didn’t send a trickle of adrenaline running down his spine. Maybe. Possibly. 

“Sorry,” Dick said, rubbing at his neck. “You can stop giving me that look, alright? I’m irritable, I know. I’m tired.”

“You’re not,” Bruce rumbled, baritone cutting easily over Dick’s. It was that annoying thing, about Bruce - when he spoke, everything else went silent, as if in anticipation. “You rub your face, when you’re that tired. You haven’t done it once.”

Dick scrubbed his face with his hands. “There, that better? That fit into your box of ‘Things Dick Does’?”

“Fix your hair, you look like a porcupine.”

He’d forgotten how infuriating Bruce could be, when the man felt like it. Dick fluffed his hair, messing it up purposefully. “There, better. Can we just get back to the Cave, already?”

Bruce was still staring at him, and the cut of his jaw could’ve been either ‘trying to hold back a laugh’ or ‘rage-induced aneurysm’, Dick couldn’t tell. 

“If you don’t want to be here, don’t be,” Bruce growled, turning away. The cape swept over a discarded beer can.

Dick couldn’t keep an bitter laugh out of his throat. The rain seemed colder. “Someone’s short with you for ten seconds, and you get all high and mighty?”

“No,” Bruce said, sharply, “you’ve just got a problem with me. Come back when you’re over it.”

The decision-making part of Dick’s brain decided then would be a good time to take off on vacation. “I thought you wanted to see me again.”

 Bruce stopped, stood so still it was hard not to mistake him for a statue. “Why are you upset.”

Because you’ve got a kid running around in my costume, Dick thought. Because it feels like you replaced me, and you’re happy with him. Because I already know who built that factory in China, but I wanted to see you.

“I said I’m tired,” Dick muttered. “You know what, nevermind. I’m good.”

“Dick,” Bruce said, voice pleading. “Things… don’t have to be this way.”

“You know damn well why things are the way they are,” Dick snarled, thinking of the kid with his mantle, his costume, in his house, with - well.

Dick vaulted away, onto the roof of the building looming beside him. The rain was coming down harder, now. It felt like it wouldn’t ever stop raining, these days.

A Way To A Man’s Heart Is...

 Prompt: In which Y/N has feelings for an oblivious Lin. Told in interconnected time-lapses.

Pairing: Lin x Reader

A way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.

“Hey! That’s not for you!”

Groff freezes, the cupcake halfway in his mouth. “Wha?” he mumbles, blinking owlishly at you.

You stomp into the dressing room, closing the white pastry box containing the cupcakes that you’ve spent all of last night baking.  A couple nights ago, Lin was bemoaning the fact that his favorite bakery had closed down for the week. He was boasting about their cupcakes and how it was the best thing he’s ever tasted. Being the love-struck fool you were, you decided to give your dear mother a call and ask for the red velvet cupcake recipe that she was known for. You made everything from scratch, meticulously following the recipe that your mother had given to you.

Groff rolls his eyes once he realizes what you meant. “Why don’t you just tell him?” he hums, grinning as his gaze shifted onto something over your shoulder.

“Tell who what?”

Lin’s voice fills the air, causing you to squeak and spin around to face him.

“Nothing,” you remark, causing Groff to snicker behind you.

“Y/N made cupcakes just for you,” Groff announces, brushing past you as he left the room, finishing off the cupcake he stole from the box.

You gulp as Lin peers at the cupcakes.

“Y-You made this for me, Y/N?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you admitted, watching his face for a reaction.

“Wow, thank you,” he breathes, surprised. “You didn’t have to.”

“It’s alright, I wanted to,” you reply, locking eyes with him. You silently begged him to ask you why you did it for him. Then perhaps, you’d finally have the courage to confess your feelings for the thick-skinned man that stood in front of you.

For the last six months, your attraction towards Lin had grown exponentially. He was just so full of life, laughter, and love. You didn’t even think such a person could exist! You thought it was all some type of facade, that there was no way that someone could be so genuine with all the exposure that he’s gotten from Hamilton. But time and time again, he’s proved you wrong. And each time, you felt yourself give a little piece of your heart to him, regardless of his acceptance or denial of it.

You were smitten and it was so painstakingly apparent for everyone else except for Lin himself. You were never the best with words, but you weren’t shy either. You hoped that giving extra and special attention to Lin would at least give him a hint. But no, being the pure-hearted being he was, he didn’t.

Or maybe he did know but didn’t feel the same way. He was too damn nice to turn you down. The thought made you sad, but you couldn’t control a person’s feelings. You completely understood that, remembering your failed attempt to bottle up your feelings for Lin. However, if he did verbally let you down, maybe you’d finally be able to move forward and let go.

“O-Oh… Well thank you,” he says after a pause. His eyes dart back to the box, effectively breaking eye contact with you and making the atmosphere awkward.

With a small sigh, you turn to walk out of his dressing room. “Let me know how you like them,” you call over your shoulder before you leave, the feeling of rejection wash over you.

A way to a man’s heart is to make room for his friends.


The chorus of your name brings a smile to your face. You squeezed into the booth next to Groff, who gives you a sloppy kiss on your cheek. You wipe it away dramatically, but then give him a tight hug. Tonight was your weekly date night with the ensemble, the Hors d'oeuvres and drinks scattered all over the table was a familiar sight.

You had to admit, you didn’t expect to become fast friends with anyone.  You were just an Usher for the Richard Rodgers Theatre, a part-time job that helped you pocket extra money at the end of the month. One day, Lin ordered catering for the theatre personnel as a show of thanks for allowing him to remove guests that decided to record the performance during the show. Surprisingly, he emerged from backstage and joined the staff for lunch. You nearly dropped the sandwich you were holding when he plopped down on the seat next to you, star struck that the genius behind the show was actually talking to you.

Slowly, the rest of the ensemble began to trickle in, joining everyone else for lunch. You had an instant connection with Groff, adoring his teasing yet friendly behavior. Both he and Lin introduced you to everyone else and then the rest was history…

You looked around the table, smiling at the faces you’ve come to love and consider as your second family.

Anthony, who noticed and misinterpreted the gesture, gave you a sly look. “Don’t worry, Lin’s on his way, Y/N.”

Everyone who sat at the table roared with laughter.

As if on cue, Lin appeared. You pushed Groff closer to Leslie and ignored the knowing looks that they both shot you. You notice that he wavers, eyeing the space next to Chris who sat opposite of you, before succumbing and finally sitting down next to you.

Seeing him hesitate dampened your mood. Maybe he really was too nice to reject you.

You glance at Anthony, who raised his glass, tipped it towards you, and winked.

You couldn’t help but feel better at his pained yelp when you kicked him under the table.

A way to a man’s heart is to make space for his family.

A middle-aged man stood in the gift shop of the theatre, pondering on whether not to buy the mugs on the table.

You glanced at your watch. It was almost time for the show to begin and you’d hate for him to miss the memorable introduction that King George III had. You walked up to him, offering him a kind smile when he looked at you. “Good evening. The show is about to start, so if you’d like, I can show you your seat.”

The man, who had shoulder length silvery-white hair, inspected your nametag, before nodding in agreement. You lead him to his seat, and then assume your position at the back of the theatre, allowing yourself to enjoy the show.

Three and a half hours later, you run into the man backstage. “Oh, hello!” you greet, waving at him. “Did you enjoy the show?”

“Yes, very much. I’m very proud of Lin,” he says, smiling.

You couldn’t help but tilt your head, observing his smile. You’ve seen that smile before. And his voice, it was strangely familiar. It reminded you of…

“Papa!” Lin swoops in, enveloping his father in a hug.

Then it clicks.

You inwardly gasp.

His father! It was Lin’s father.

“Oh! Mr. Miranda!” you exclaim, feeling heat spread across your cheeks for not noticing the resemblances earlier.

Lin pulls back from his father and looks at you with a quirked brow. “You’ve met?”

You sheepishly laugh. “I thought he was a normal theatre-goer, so I showed him to his seat,” you mumble.

Luis laughs, the booming sound startling you. “I’ve heard a lot about you, Y/N.”

You and Lin sputter at the same time.

Luis ignores the both of you and instead pushes the still stammering Lin to stand next to you. He lifts his phone and snaps a quick picture.

“Papa,” Lin warns before saying something in Spanish.

Luis rolls his eyes and motions the two of you to stand closer. “Say cheese,” he sings.

Bewildered, you follow his command. Lin does the same.

After the picture, the two men have a conversation in rapid Spanish, causing your head to spin. Lin’s voice had a desperate tone to it. Meanwhile, Luis seemed amused.

“If you’d excuse us, Y/N,” Lin sighed, exasperated, before wrapping an arm around his father’s shoulders and leading him towards the stage.

Luis struggles in his son’s arms as he turns around to say something to you. “It was nice to finally meet you, Y/N!”

A way to a man’s heart is to show vulnerability.

Anthony insisted on going to a new bar he discovered for the date night with the cast and crew.

Everyone, yourself included, approved of the choice. Unlike most bars, there were no rowdy college students or suspicious patrons. Every once and a while, people recognized the cast and asked for pictures. Overall, the ambiance of the bar was cozy.

Lin was at the bar by himself, volunteering to get the second round of drinks.

Your breath hitched as you watched a woman slip a piece of paper into Lin’s pocket, before strutting back to her table where her giggling friends watched the whole exchange.

Lin falters before retrieving the piece of paper that you knew had the woman’s phone number written on it. You expected him to throw it away, but to your disbelief, he puts it back in his pocket.


That was the rejection that you needed.

The rest of the night passed by in a blur.

Lin, who sat next to you, gently nudges your side when he noticed how quiet you were. “You okay?”

You give him a weak smile, heart hurting as you looked at him. “I will be.”

A way to a man’s heart is through communication.

You avoided Lin all week.

You ignored everyone’s questioning stares when you didn’t sit next to Lin during the dinner dates. You lied through your teeth when they asked you if something was wrong. You didn’t even flinch when they teased you about your feelings for Lin.

It was one of the meet-and-greet nights, where high school students had the opportunity to stay after the show and talk to the cast and crew. You, along with security, were in charge of making sure things didn’t get too rowdy. As always, Lin was animatedly talking to a group of students that were completely under his spell.

You didn’t notice Luis sneaking up beside you until he spoke.

“Y/N, my son’s been moody every day this whole week.”

You look at him from the corner of your eyes, remaining silent.

Luis toys with the headphones in his hands. “You know, the only time he’s ever like this is because of a woman.”

A woman? The woman from the bar? You bite your bottom lip. Were they having issues?

“Lin’s never been the best with women. He’s always self-conscious and second guesses himself,” he continues in spite of your silence, “Especially when it comes to a beautiful woman who he thinks is beyond his league.”

Your brows furrow in confusion. “What?”

“Not only that, but Lin almost bit my head off when I ate the last piece of red velvet cupcake in his apartment today,” he starts, “I’ve never seen him so angry over pastries.”

You turn towards him, having enough of the cryptic stories. “With all due respect, Mr. Miranda, but what the hell are you going on about?”

“Y/N, I see the way you look at Lin. My son tells me everything, and I assure you, he absolutely adores you too.”

You were stunned.

“What?” you say stupidly.

It seemed like that was currently the only word in your vocabulary.

“He’s been talking about you non-stop. I knew so much about you before I even met you,” Luis says, “But for the first time in six months he’s stopped. What happened?”

You squirm under his scrutinizing stare, afraid to lie to him. “I-I thought he met someone else. Some woman gave him her number and I saw him keep it. He doesn’t like me.”

Luis shakes his head. “If there’s one thing you need to know about relationships, Miss Y/N, is that communication is the key to a successful one.”

“Communication?” you repeat.

“It prevents all of this heartache,” he explains, “End the misery and tell him how you feel.”

“But he doesn’t like me,” you protest.

He snorts. “I beg to differ. The boy doesn’t even like red velvet cupcakes. He only ate them because you made them.”

You stay silent, soaking in everything that he’s said.

He made a satisfied sound at your silence and pats your shoulder before walking away.

A way to a man’s heart is…

Lin jumped in his seat when the door to his dressing room was whipped open.

Y/N, eyes glinting with determination, purposely walked to him.

He had a feeling that she was going to yell at him. He’s been picking his brain all week, trying to figure out what he did to make her so angry. He was prepared for the verbal onslaught. He’ll take anything she gave him, just as long as he was forgiven for whatever the hell he did. He was so lonely without her presence in his life. It was driving him insane.

“You. Me. Dinner after the show tomorrow night.” She grits out, hands clenched tightly as she waited for his response.

Lin felt all the oxygen leave his body. The girl that was way out of his league, liked him. The girl that has him reduced to a stuttering mess by just one look, liked him. The girl who he tried not to overthink every little thing she did for him, liked him.

“I-It’s a date,” Lin affirms.

Y/N’s determined behavior wavers, but she straightens herself up and gives him a glare.

“I’ll make sure to make those red velvet cupcakes that you love so much,” she harrumphs, stomping back out of his dressing room, leaving a laughing Lin in her wake.

He’d have to thank his meddling Father later.

Training Room Shenanigans

Request:  Ooooooo could you do a Bucky fic where he gets turned on by the reader wearing yoga pants or something and it leads to lots of smut??

Warnings: Unprotected sex, (WEAR CONDOMS PEOPLE), language

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Originally posted by negasonic-teenage-what-da-shit

Training has become one of my favorite places to be. Why you ask? Because I like watching Bucky Barnes fall apart. You see, Nat let it slip that Barnes may or may not have a crush on me, because she heard him talking to Rogers. Why is this such a big deal to me? Because I like him too. Like would be a devastating understatement. I started to like him when I first got to the tower, Nat found me in an abandoned Hydra base, and I had no memory of a past life. So, they took it upon themselves to name me. They named me (Y/N) and I liked it. Since I’ve been here, I still haven’t remembered anything, and they never found a file on me or anything, it was like I never even existed to start with. So I just started anew. Bucky and I clicked right away, both of us being in Hydra, and not having any memories. He tried to help me recover some, using techniques he used and they never seemed to work. I figured I wasn’t supposed to remember my life before, if I even had one.

His desire to help me, and patience helping me through panic attacks, depression and anxiety from not knowing who I was, made me fall in love with him. I wasn’t sure if he loved me back, not until Nat told me…so that’s where we are now. My training has been excessive, Steve says I must have been used for something, because my skills on the field rival those of Natasha, so I’ve had training before. Bucky says he doesn’t remember me, he never trained me. Natasha and Buck have been my training partners, sometimes I even take them both on at once, which I would NOT recommend, for the record. Got my ass kicked in like 6 minutes. I could hold my own against them separately, even beating Natasha on my own like 50% of the time. Together, they were unstoppable.


I’m knocked on my ass for the 25th time in a half hour.

“Fuck, Bucky…take it easy will ya?” He helps me up, sighing.

“Your mind is somewhere else, (Y/N).” I can’t deny that, I’m not thinking about training…I’m too focused on him.

“S-Sorry, Bucky. I’m not trying to.” I sit down on the mat, and he sits next to me.

“What’s going on, doll?” I don’t wanna tell him, not yet. If he finds out like this he’s bound to run, to collect his thoughts if nothing else.

“Don’t worry about it, Buck. You’ll find out sooner or later.” I smile, if for no other reason than to ease his mind.

“Whatever you say, (Y/N). That’s enough for right now, go take a shower.” He helps me up, and I do as he says while he leaves the training room. No all I have to do is set my plan in motion.


After my shower, I clad myself in a white tank top, and purple and black yoga pants. If Bucky really likes me, this’ll drive him over the edge. At least, that’s what I’m hoping.

Heading to the kitchen, I see Steve and Bucky, and even Sam sitting at the bar, Bucky is freshly showered, too. In sweatpants and a black shirt, with his hair in a low bun. I find my heart rate increasing, this man doesn’t even know what he does to me. I wonder if I have the same effect on him.

Walking up to the fridge, I open the door and grab a water bottle.

“Well DAMN, (Y/N) look at you, you don’t wear yoga pants very often.” Sam speaks up. Turning around to greet him, Bucky has his lip pulled between his teeth, and he’s staring at me.

“Aw thanks Sam. It’s laundry day, you know. This was all I had left.” Okay, I know that was a damn dirty lie, I just wanted to get a rise out of Bucky and it seemed I had.

“You should wear them more often, if I do say so myself.” I chuckle, patting him on the back as I make my way over to the metal armed shoulder. Dragging my hand across his back, I lean over to whisper in his ear.

“Thanks for the training session, Sarge. However, I don’t think you’ll knock me down again.” Walking out the door, I hear him groan in frustration. I smirk, knowing I had succeeded in driving him mad.

Making my way to the training room, I know, I was just there and I just showered! Well, I needed to clear my head to do what I was about to do.

Going to my yoga mat on the left side of the training room, I begin my stretches, about 5 minutes into my stretching sessions, I feel someones eyes on me. Those eyes have stared at me so much, I don’t need to look to know who it is. Acting like I don’t see him, I continue my stretches until he can’t take it anymore.

Bucky comes up to me, standing a few feet away.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, doll.” Standing up, I turn to look at him, letting a cheeky grin cover my face.

“Hello, Buck. Care to help me stretch?” He groans.

“Doll, I’m warning you. Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

“Who said I didn’t want to finish it?”

He grabs my arm, pulling me towards him and wrapping his left arm around my waist.

He kisses me deeply, months of frustration and desperation coming through.

“Fuck, doll.” I grab the hem of my tank top, pulling it over my head, and unhooking my sports bra. Bucky grabs a handful of hair, and kisses me again, using his right hand to grope my left breast.

“Get on your knees.” He orders me. Mmmm, so Bucky is a little dominant. Getting down on my knees, I pull his sweats and boxers with me. His stiff cock springs free.

Bringing my lips to the tip, I begin an easy rhythm, sucking his cock.

“Fuck, (Y/N). God that feels so good.” His hips thrust themselves, pushing his cock further into my mouth. He pulls me up by my hair, quickly turning me around and I brace myself against the wall.

He pulls my yoga pants down, but not before smacking my ass a few times, pulling my panties with them. Lining himself up with my entrance, he kisses my back.

“Ready, doll?” I can only nod.

“Use your words, baby. I need to hear you say it.”
“Fuck! Yes, Bucky I’m ready.”

He shoves himself deep in one quick thrust, bottoming out fast.

“Fuuuuck, (Y/N)” he gasps out as he begins a fast paced rhythm, chasing his orgasm while bringing me closer to mine. All I can hear is the sounds of his balls smacking against my ass, and the room reeks of sex, it only helps bring me closer to my release.

“Fuck, doll I’m gonna cum.”

“M-Me too, Bucky please don’t stop.”

“Nngh, I’m not gonna stop doll. Not until you cum all over my fat cock.” His dirty words push me over the edge, I come apart on his cock, which pushes him over as well. I can feel him release his seed deep inside of me, my cunt twitching, milking him for everything he has.

“Fuck.” He pulls out, some of his hot cum spilling out of my core and onto the floor.

“It’s about damn time.” My eyes shoot open, Bucky rushes over to me, covering my body from the unwanted eyes.

“Fuck, Nat. Give us a minute!” She winks, then leaves.

Bucky hands me my clothes and I dress.

He smiles at me.

“You know, normally I would take you out on a date first. You just drove me over the edge.”

I giggle.

“I know, I needed to get your attention.” He leans down to my height and kisses me.

“Well, you got it doll.”

TAGS: @marvel-fanfiction

Influenza (Dean one shot)

Genre: smut (Dean x reader)

Word count: 1,622

Summary: going to a club to attend a show that your crush Dean attends too leads the night into a steamy direction.

You didn’t knew Dean was going to be here tonight, too.


You came because your friend recommended you this place, saying there’ll be a cool party. And that Crush and Jay Park will perform. But he failed to mention Dean’s presence will mess you up.

Why was it affecting you so much though? It’s not as if… well… you liked him. Obviously. He had this adorable baby face, but something about him was so tempting. You don’t know what was it, but it meddled with you badly. He was incredibly cute, yet at the same time… fucking hot.


Crush was performing already, despite the fact that he was clearly drunk as hell. It was impressive, you had to admit, and also kind of hilarious. You were following his performance thoroughly, till you noticed Dean’s silhouette standing next to Crush, who was allegedly trying to strip him. The scene made you giggle, and you left the corner to get a better view. The club was filled with curious fans and other people, which made your trip slightly difficult, but not impossible. Someone pushed you closer to the small stage, and you felt an arm around your waist, balancing your body carefully. Your heart pounded crazily when you turned around.

“Watch it next time, fucker!”

You gulped. Jay Park swearing right next to you. That went straight to your kinks list.

“T-Thanks!” you tried to seem polite, though your mind was racing to the nastiest places.

Jay grinned, checking you out.

“No problem!” he shouted next to your ear.

His face was ridiculously close to yours and you felt like melting. You didn’t knew you could be this attracted to Asian rappers, but damn, he was fine. And older than you, true. But still, fine as fuck.

“What’s your name?”

“I’m Y/N!”

“Nice to meet ya! Do I need to introduce myself as well?”

“No, I know who you are! I’m a huge fan!”

“Is that right?”

Jay smiled in a devilish way at you, making your heart race faster. Knowing what kind of music he performed and how he was, you knew he was thinking about the possibility of a one night stand, but truth be told, you were rather afraid of fucking with Jay Park. He was older, and visibly more experienced than you at… pretty much everything.

You didn’t expect a certain someone to somehow read your thoughts and come to your rescue – if that was indeed the word you should’ve been using.

“Ayo Jay, picking up younger chicks now?”

Fucking Kwon Hyuk!

“Is this your girlfriend or somethin’?”

“Hah, no! She’s just a cool chick that I really like hanging out with. And if she hangs out with you too, I can’t do it anymore, so… stop that”.

“Why wouldn’t you guys hang if I hit on her?”

“That’s exactly why, yeah!”

Without any further words, Dean pulled you gently by the arm and dragged you all the way across the club, as far away as possible from Jay Park. You were confused and mad, but damn, he was holding your hand tightly and thoughtfully, so your feelings and hormones were all over the place.

“What the hell was that about?” you cried out.

“You don’t wanna mess around with Jay, do ya?”

“Well… not in that way, but I did want to hang out with him a little bit. I really like him!”

“He’s a fucker. He’s fucking around. Literally!”

“And you’re more of an angel, right?”

Dean smiled and lowered his head, melting your knees. To hell with this motherfucker and his handsome baby face.

“I’m just trying to protect ya, to keep you safe”.

You were both outside the club now, breathing in the cold breeze of the night. You were feeling rather hot, mostly because I had 5 tequila shots and a cocktail. You noticed Dean’s reddened face, his cocky smile, and that’s when it hit you: he was strangely honest because he was drunk. How could you have not noticed? He was even walking a bit funny, trying to stand on his feet properly.

He came closer to you, till his breath was on your chin and on your neck. It felt viciously good.

“I’m just trying to protect ya, Y/N” he repeated, and this time you could clearly see the alcohol was speaking.

“I can take care of myself, you dumbass”.

“Why would you insult me like that, huh? Did I do that to you? No, I didn’t”.

“We’re both a bit too drunk for this, so let’s just go back inside, I’ll mind my own business and you’ll… you’ll perform or whatever”.

“You wanna fuck Jay?”

His tone was hiding some sort of desperation and sadness that you nearly couldn’t believe.

“No” you answered almost immediately. “I just wanna get a picture with him. Maybe an autograph”.

“He gives autographs to girls in other ways”.


“But… but I can also do that! I promise!”

He was getting impatient and rather awkward. You swallowed hard, trying to hide your neediness.

“You can also do what now?”

Your back hit the club’s wall and Dean placed his hands on your waist, analyzing your face, as if searching for your consent.

“I can write you an autograph, if you want me to… right here” he said, grazing your lower lip with his thumb.

That was it. You lost your mind. You wanted to fuck around with none other than Dean that night.

“I’d fuck you if you’d let me”.

What the actual fuck, Kwon Hyuk?????

“I’ll let you”.


“Yeah. Fuck me”.

Easily said, easily done. Next thing you know, even with your blurred vision and mind, you were frantically kissing Hyuk, ignoring how breathless you felt. You might’ve even turned blue because of the lack of air, but you didn’t give a shit. You really needed him.

You have no idea how you got to his place, but you did remember he said once he lives close to that club you met in. You were scattered on his bed, with him on top sloppily kissing every inch of your skin. Suddenly you realized he was shirtless right there in front of you, so you happily checked out his nice body while reaching to trace the line of his neck tattoo with your lips and tongue. You heard him moan, and it turned you on even more. You gently licked and bit the skin there, earning a couple of extra moans, and some jeans on the floor. Your underwear was exposed as well. You couldn’t remember whether you matched it or not, but it didn’t even matter at that point, cause it was going to be abandoned on Kwon Hyuk’s bedroom floor anyways. Your movements were rushed due to the adrenaline floating in your veins and the alcohol poisoning your minds, but you still knew what you both wanted. You wouldn’t have let Jay Park fuck you in a million years if Dean was right there. He was unbelievable and you wanted to feel him some more. So you were really excited when you saw him just in his boxers. His erection was visible even through the dimmed lights and the broken music playing somewhere in the background.

You vaguely distinguished your own hands pulling at the hem of his boxers, gesture which caught his attention because only a few seconds later, his erection sprung free from the material. You unconsciously licked your lips with anticipation; you were already sweating and so fucking wet from the effort and the intense atmosphere. He had the curtesy to put on a condom, which you appreciated, though your lips couldn’t form any word at that time. Even his hands working to put the condom on his hardened dick turned you on. How the hell is that possible?

Dean kissed you again and again, having you writhing and excited under him. He broke your last kiss, smiling down at you. Motherfucker was up to something, you could tell.

“You said you wanna fuck me” you reminded him, barely capable of holding yourself back.

“Can I play a bit more with you?”


You didn’t expect to feel his finger in you right after your confused vowel. Even that felt good! Insufficient, but good. You finally understood what he wanted to do. You tilted your head backwards, trying to enjoy the sensation. He whispered some things you couldn’t comprehend, but they must’ve been some cuss words because you definitely enjoyed them and they made you arch your back more and twitch with excitement. You felt a second finger in you, both going faster and faster, getting you wetter by the second.

“Babe, you sound so good, you’re so good…” was all you understood.

Your insides were burning and you figured you were gonna cum from just that action alone. But Dean stopped, once again anticipating your body’s reactions. You didn’t have the time to adjust to the feeling of emptiness because you finally felt complete when Dean slid himself into you, groaning along with the first thrust.

He was slow and gentle, though you could literally feel his impatience growing, but you appreciated him taking his time. How could you interrupt him and tell him you wanted him deeper and faster? You wanted to feel him in your bones, that’s how much. All you could do was groan and moan in tandem with him, overly stimulated due to his previous play. Turns out that you did manage to yell “hard, fast” but not in the right time span because you yelled it whilst cumming and you thought Dean enjoyed that too much, because he didn’t stop even when you came. He only continued. For a long time.

Motherfucking Kwon Hyuk.

Super Awkward

Characters: Jared x Reader, Jensen

Words: 1,019

Warnings: Comical fluff

A/N: This is for @impalaimagining‘s Cheesy Pickup Line Challenge. My prompt will be in italics. Gif is not mine, it was brought to you by google. 

Also this is my first RPF. Criticism and pointers to writing Jared are welcome!

Jared hummed as him and Jensen drank their beers. It had been a very long but eventful day. It was full of panels and even photo ops. However, it was nice for the two to finally wind down.

“We can’t get too drunk now Jare. We have a panel first thing in the morning.”

Jared nodded, “Right… I know.”

Jensen sighed knowing that look. Jared had often got it. He was a single man in his thirties.

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Off Limits (Skam - Chris x OC) Part 17

Pairing: Chris x OC

Synopsis: Mara Magnusson has always had everything she ever wanted in her life, except for one thing. The boyish charm of her brother’s childhood friend had wrecked her poor heart and ruined her for any other guy – you can trust her, she has tried. She could see the way he looked at her, though she knew there were rules about not hitting on your best friend’s little sister. Luckily for her, there were no restrictions when it was the other way around.

Word count: 2.7k


Part 16 <<< >>> Part 18

Mara punched him right in the face. William, who was taller than her, didn’t suffer too much from this blow, but he still stumbled back from the surprise. She hadn’t hit as hard as she would have but he still held his bleeding nose. Nothing was broken though.

“How dare you come here?!” She screamed at him, after making sure the door was closed behind her.

“I needed to talk to you!” He explained, leaning his head back and pinching his nose.

Mara wanted to tell him that it would only make the blood flow more intense but she bit her tongue. He could damn well bleed out of the porch.

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anonymous asked:

1/2 I can see Dean's POV and can understand WHY he did what he did. But on the other hand, I wonder if Dean hadn't reacted so negatively to Castiel's plan, if things might have turned out so badly. If Castiel had had Dean's support and advice for how to proceed, maybe the whole thing could have turned out differently. In hindsight, it's easy to see Dean was right about Cas working with Crowley. But I wonder if Dean's severe negative reaction to the idea was kind of a self fulfilling prophecy.

2/2 Maybe the fact Dean reacted to Cas’ plan with “This is a terrible idea, it’s going to turn our badly, and I’m going to do my best to make sure it fails” instead of “I don’t agree with what you did, but I know you have the best intentions, and I’m going to do what I can to help” is why it failed. It’s impossible to know what would have happened in that scenario, but I’m just considering that maybe Dean wouldn’t have been right if he hadn’t tried so damn hard to be right.

I know people really, really want to believe this, for some reason that I can’t fathom. It’s just… not what the narrative is telling us. Regardless of if he’d had Dean’s support or not, swallowing Purgatory would’ve inevitably released the Leviathans.

The fact the Leviathan held on inside him wouldn’t have changed regardless of when he returned the souls. Even if he’d struck down Raphael, had Dean’s support, and returned the souls immediately:

CASTIEL:  You need to run now! I-I can’t hold them back!
DEAN: Hold who back?
CASTIEL: They held on inside me. Dean, they’re so strong.
DEAN: Who the hell –?
CASTIEL: Leviathan! I can’t fight them. Run!

And Death himself had been trying to stop that happening all along. He’d given Dean that cryptic warning about what Cas was up to in 6.11, and then AGAIN warned him in 7.01:

DEATH: Annoying little protozoa, aren’t they? “God”? You look awfully like a mutated angel to me. Your vessel’s melting. You’re going to explode.
CASTIEL: No, I’m not. When I’ve finished my work, I’ll repair myself.
DEATH: You think you can because you think you’re simply under the weight of all those souls, yes? But that’s not the worst problem. There are things much older than souls in Purgatory, and you gulped those in, too.
CASTIEL: Irrelevant. I control them.
DEATH: For the moment.
DEAN: Wait – uh, what older things?
DEATH: Long before God created Angel and man, he made the first beasts – the Leviathans.
DEAN: Leviathans?
DEATH: I personally found them entertaining, but he was concerned they’d chomp the entire petri dish, so he locked them away. Why do you think he created Purgatory? To keep those clever, poisonous things out. Now Castiel has swallowed them. He’s the one thin membrane between the old ones and your home.
CASTIEL: Enough.
DEATH: Stupid little soldier you are.
CASTIEL: Why? Because I dared open a door that he shut? Where is he? I did a service, taking his place.
DEATH: Service? Settling petty vendettas?
CASTIEL: No. I’m cleaning up one mess after another – selflessly.
DEATH: Quite the humanitarian.
CASTIEL: And how would you know? What are you, really? A flyswatter?
DEATH: Destined to swat you, I think.
CASTIEL: Unless I take you first.
DEATH: Really bought his own press, this one. Please, Cas. I know God, and you, sir, are no God.

Death could already see that the Leviathan weren’t under Cas’s control, and he still gave Cas a chance to try to put things right, even if it was technically too late.

In the VERY NEXT SCENE, we see Cas slaughter an entire office full of innocent people, proving that he wasn’t in control at all. Even BEFORE the scene transcribed above, Cas is already suffering vessel failure (the creepy shot of him looking at his writhing abdomen in the bathroom mirror, losing control in the church and scorching the pew, etc.)

I don’t think anyone wanted Dean to be wrong more than Dean himself, you know? But after the entirety of s6 building up to this, proving Dean right in the most horrifying ways possible, it’s baffling to me to suggest that all of that was for naught.

It’s not DEAN who is apologetic and contrite after Cas returns the souls to Purgatory. IT’S CAS. HE KNOWS HE WAS WRONG for just those few minutes before the Leviathan take him over. HE ADMITS IT, and even knowing he only has moments before the Leviathan take control, he uses his final moments to tell Dean:

DEAN: Damn it. Cas, you child. Why didn’t you listen to me? Cas?! Hey! Hey! Okay. All right.
CASTIEL: That was unpleasant.
DEAN: Let’s get him up. Easy, there.
CASTIEL: I’m alive.
BOBBY: Looks like.
CASTIEL: I’m astonished. Thank you – both of you.
BOBBY: We were mostly… just trying to save the world.
CASTIEL: I’m ashamed. I really overreached.
DEAN: You think?
CASTIEL: I’m gonna find some way to redeem myself to you.
DEAN: All right, well, one thing at a time. Come on. Let’s get you out of here. Come on.
CASTIEL: I mean it, Dean.


It’s literally the basis for his entire s8-12 emotional arc. 

Why are people so eager to erase this fact?

Quiet; Part One

Fandom: WWE

Pairing: Baron Corbin/Female Reader

Rating: Holy shit M. This is an outrageous porn without hardly any plot.

AN: You can all thank the incredible mastermind running the sin show over at @wwe-smutfics for the inspiration on this one (regardless of whether they know it or not!), and definitely go look at their stuff because it’s soooooo damn good! Wonderfully detailed and well-written. And! Check out @kitwritesnshit if you’re into NOT ONLY the WWE, but multiple fandoms (plus the way they write Corbin is spot fucking on seriously y’all get on that shit).

Also really poorly hinted at Baron-Corbin-is-totally-a-werewolf-ness. Enjoy!

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Forever | 2: Denial

Summary: You and Sebastian Stan became best friends years ago, on the set of the first Captain America movie, and you couldn’t be happier that you had found someone just as witty and caring as you - but will feelings wiggle their way in and get in between your friendship and happiness?

Word Count: 765

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: (Throughout) Language

Characters (in order of appearance): Reader, Chadwick Boseman, Sebastian Stan

A/N: I started writing this in 2016, and it was v popular on wattpad so I thought, why not make it accessible to my pals on tumblr? pls bare with me as I post the next 11 chapters, and please, as always, let me know what you think!! I love hearing from y’all :)

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Only Us (Part Fifteen)

Originally posted by yourneighborhoodmess

Pairing: Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x reader 

Summary: What happens when the reader saves Spiderman…while he’s saving you? (things have changed but fuck it I’m still using this summary cuz idk)

Word Count: 1775

Additional Notes: If you would like to be tagged for every part of this series let me know by commenting or something else idk


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Tour Guide

New to your apartment in Brooklyn you go to explore only to get completely lost. Thankfully a charming gentleman with kind blue eyes was there to save the day.

Request: ‘The Knitter’ was so adorable! Can I please get added to your tag list? And may I request something as well? I recently moved to a new place and have this daydream about walking into Bucky accidentally and he offers to show the reader the city. Or they meet because she starts working for SHIELD and this is is how they meet and Bucky thinks she’s cute and offers to show her around, like Brooklyn and so on :) thank you! X


Warnings: Bucky’s pretty damn hot and sweet (I felt like this is a needed warning)

Word Count: 1820

Title: Tour Guide

Note: @gallifreyansass  I’m so sorry this has taken me so long to write this, I’ve been so busy with my holiday and organising my University. You’ve probably already settled in and know your way around the your new area now so I hope that all went well. Here’s some helpful Bucky for you anyway, thanks for the request doll, this was fun to write!

Stepping out of your brand new Brooklyn apartment you locked the door and headed down the stairs. Having just finished unpacking your moving boxes (most of which contained far too many books) your plan for the rest of the day was to get to know the area around your new home. You were more than ready to get out of your small apartment and so you excitedly jumping down the stairs you nearly ran smack bang into a rather well built blonde with blue eyes.

“Oh, sorry sir!” you called out as you narrowly avoided him.

“It’s no problem miss.” He called out and you smiled gratefully before continuing down the stairs slightly more carefully. The man you would later learn was Steve Rogers released a hearty chuckle and leant against the railing with crossed arms watching you descend the many flight of stairs.

When you reached the front door of the apartment block a very polite coloured man with a wicked smile held the door open for you.

“Thanks,” you said and he winked back giving you a dazzling smile in reply. Sam Wilson entered the building and closed the door waving up at Steve as you hit the street with a bounce in your step. You couldn’t be sure if you were nervous or excited but you were somewhere in that zone. Pulling your bag more securely on your shoulder you started off down the street taking note of where you had started off.

Much later you stood on the corner of one street and another staring intently at a map you were holding in your hands. It’d been two hours since you’d left the apartment and you had made it no more than a few blocks before getting completely lost. You tried to backtrack to your apartment but all the buildings looked the same and you just made yourself even more lost. You looked up again at the street signs above your head taking note once again of their names. Still being unable to locate either road on the map you released a sigh and stomped your foot in frustration.

You folded up your map placing it in your pocket and looked up to see a taxi cab hurtling down the road. You hadn’t noticed the puddle of water on the road and so flinched when the cab sent up a large spray. You scrunched your eyes in preparation to be soaked but you remained dry. Instead you felt a strong hand grab you and pull you out of the way. You opened your eyes to find a pair of sparkling blue ones staring back at you. Your saviour stepped back and cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Hi,” you whispered shyly unable to look away from his eyes.

“Hi.” He replied warmly his voice deep but firm. “Sorry about grabbing you like that but you already looked lost, I didn’t want to add wet to the mix.”

Well you’ve dramatically failed at that you thought to yourself taking in the hunk of a man before you.

“Thank you, it’s appreciated,” you replied instead and turned to start walking away, hoping he wouldn’t notice how blatantly you’d ogled him.

“Hey, wait!” the mystery brunette called out causing you to turn around, “Do you need a hand getting around. I meant what I said when you looked lost.”

“Oh,” you mumbled ducking your head and rubbing the back of your neck, trying to hide the redness of your cheeks. Inhaling a deep breath you pushed away your pride and risked a look at the man waiting nervously before you. “Um, yes. Please.” you added noting the beautiful smile that crossed his face as you said it.

“Brilliant,” he cheered in a gravely voice, “I’m James by the way.”

“y/n”, you replied, completely oblivious to the avenger who was standing in front of you. “Thanks for the help.”

“It’s no problem, really. You looking for anywhere in particular or….” James trailed off waiting for you to fill in the blanks for him.

“Oh, um, I’m, ah, actually new to the area, just moved in, and wanted to get to know the place but it’s not exactly going very well.” James laughed as you gestured to the scrunched up map in your pocket. He shook his head and smiled gently up at you sending your heart racing.

“Well then,” James added with a smile, “I guess you’ve just found yourself a tour guide.”


James was the best tour guide you could ask for. He showed you all the main sights and attractions of Brooklyn along with a few hidden jem’s. He showed you prospect park, Brooklyn bridge and the Brooklyn botanical gardens. He even pointed out where the museum and aquarium were. As you walked he spoke of the best diners, quiet places to sit in the parks and where you can get the perfect New York Cheese cake.

Walking around yet another corner James continued his enthusiastic ramblings about Brooklyn. It was beautiful to watch him speak so passionately about his home town and if you’d guessed his identity correctly, he wouldn’t have been this relaxed and at ease in a long time. He was so sweet and kind and the way his eyes lit up when he talked made you lose track of what he was saying more than you cared to admit.

“And here’s the old Corner Cinema. Well,” Bucky paused taking in the empty car park, “it, uh, was. It was a good place to go. Snuck out to watch films with my buddy St… my friend way too many times.” Bucky’s shoulders had dropped as he took in the empty car park his once cheery demeanour fading away rapidly. Wanting to lighten the mood you looked around and noticed a diner just across the street from you.

“Hey James, is there a good place to eat around here? I realise I haven’t eaten since breakfast and I’m quite hungry.” You asked innocently and you swore you saw his eyes shine with unshed tears.

“Yeah, just over here actually.” he replied stealthily wiping his eyes. “My friend and I always used to come here after the movies. They serve a mean bagel.” You smiled up at him and James led you across the road and held the door open for you. What a gentleman.

Sliding into a booth at the back you allowed James, or as you were fairly sure Bucky, to order for you. You were sure that the bagel you’d eaten was brilliant but you don’t actually remember what it tasted like, being too busy watching Bucky to notice the taste. You sat in the booth for a good two hours talking of this and that. He had a wicked sense of humour and the stories he told of his childhood set you both laughing.

“Thanks for today Bucky. I reckon I know my way around now.” you said smiling up at him not noticing your slip up. Bucky however had and his face fell when you called him by his nickname. He immediately became distant and moved to get up.

“Wait, sorry,” you said with a slight shrug, “I figured it out. If it makes you feel better it took me a while.”

Bucky nodded at your answer but his face was now guarded. You could see a war battling behind his eyes and you hoped you hadn’t scared him away.

“How did I give it away?” he asked eventually not looking at you and instead staring at his hands.

“Your glove was the first hint along with your stories and the fact we’re in Brooklyn. It was the cinema that was the give away. Oh and that.” You finished pointing at something behind him. Turning Bucky couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face or the laugh that escaped his lips as he looked at the photo-wall behind him. By his left ear was a black and white photo of him and a very scrawny Steve Rogers smiling giddily with sauce all over their faces. Shaking his head he turned to you and was surprised to see a smile on your face too.

“I guess that is a bit of a giveaway huh?” he joked his eyes much lighter than before.

“Just a bit,” you sassed back as you stood up and gestured towards the door. Bucky chuckled deeply and got out of the booth. You followed him over to the counter and watched gladly as he managed to persuade the waitress to allow him to take the photo home. Once out of the diner Bucky asked if you knew your way home and when you replied with an embarrassed no, you gave Bucky your address. Bucky confirmed your suspicions when he said he lived in the same apartment as you. You told him of your unknowing run in with Steve and Sam enticing another laugh from him.

When you made it back home Bucky paused before entering turning to look at you.

“Thank you. I really needed today.” he admitted awkwardly. You understood what he meant and so placed a hand reassuringly on his left arm. You couldn’t imagine what he’d experienced so you were happy to help. The fact that he was a stunningly handsome gentleman was completely beside the point.

Again trying to lighten the mood you replied “I’m fairly sure I should be thanking you shouldn’t I?”

“I was happy to help.” Bucky smiled in return before adding. “I mean it though, thank you giving me a chance.”

“It’s not everyday I meet a gentleman. I was more than happy to have my own personal tour guide” you sassed back

You brushed past Bucky and started up the stairs to your apartment leaving a smiling Bucky behind you. Bucky followed you up and stopped one floor below you to find his door already open and a smirking Steve Rogers leaning against the doorway. Easily able to read the emotions playing out in Bucky’s head Steve pointed towards the roof and the sound of you unlocking your door.

“y/n! Wait!” he called out sprinting up the stairs.

“Bucky? Everything alright?” you asked looking past him in confusion.

“I just, ah, remembered that, ah,” Bucky inhaled slowly regaining his courage before looking you straight in the eye. “I forgot to show you the best part of Brooklyn today and was wondering if you’d accompany me to Coney Island tomorrow night?”

You looked the now nervous super soldier up and down before smirking and asking, “James, are you asking me on a date?” When he didn’t reply you continued, “because if you were, I’d say yes.”

Bucky’s face lit up and you laughed when he replied, “yes doll, yes I am.”

“Then I guess I’ll be seeing you tomorrow then.”

One floor below you Steve slapped Sam on the back and you could have sworn you heard the coloured man mumble, “dammit Barnes, I was going to ask her.”

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