the place were the dreams come true

A cage of golden glass

Synopsis: There was you. An ordinary human girl, wrong place, wrong time. Then there was Loki. God of Mischief, war criminal. When Thor brings you to Asgard to ensure your safety, there is nobody else you come to hate more passionately than his evil foster brother. Then Odin finally decides on a new and much more effective kind of punishment for Loki, causing your whole world to fall apart. He would simply marry him off to a mortal, someone who is, by all means, “beneath” him. You.

Pairing: Loki x Reader
Rating: M
Chapter: 1/1 (Oneshot)
Words: 7217
Warnings: smut, forced marriage

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When you were asked about your plans for the future for the first time, you hadn’t even had your first day of school yet and there were dozens of szenarios in your head of how you’d spend your life.
It took a few years for your dreams to be shaped, until the vary shadows formed contours and you could answer with a small smile playing around your lips whenever someone asked you about that time which still felt so far ahead.
However, in middle school, you had to realize that life wouldn’t be as easy as you had thought before; that many of the things you had once dreamed of would never be possible but then, new ideas started to form in your head and when your friends told you about the subjects their older siblings were studying at university, you almost couldn’t wait to grow up and follow your dreams.
In high school, you had learned about your abilities and the topics you’re interested in, what you are good at and which issues you would rather avoid.
Now, when you were asked about your plans for the future, you could answer with several opportunities lying ahead of you and you’d talk about the cities where you would have liked to study. Graduating no longer seemed out of reach nor sight but still far enough away to not worry about details or feel the need to have your whole life planned out.
But then senior year comes around.
The first weeks, even months, still feel relatively normal, compared to high school, even though more and more people around you have a concrete idea of what they will do after they graduate.
But in the beginning, it’s still possible to laugh it all off, to shrug your shoulders and form an alliance of carelessness with those who feel as lost as you do when it comes to the future.
And you begin to remember all those dreams you once had, especially those who will never truly leave your mind and you cannot stop asking yourself whether it would actually be possible for you to follow them;
if maybe, just maybe, you are really free to achieve whatever you want.
Yet, it is still easy to forget about it all by focusing on the tasks ahead, the final exams and the preparations for the last educational events you’ll ever witness with these people who have been a part of your life for so long.
It’s not hard to simply surpress your worries and fears but then the end of this final year in school comes closer and closer until all the ‘last times’ are beginning.
The last time studying for an exam, the last presentation or the last movie you’ll watch bored to death while doodling on your paper.
But also the last free period spent outside in the sun with the people who mean the world to you, laughing until there are tears in your eyes and your ribs hurt, the last time being late to class because all of you rather stay in the car to finish singing this one song, the last time of ever laughing about a joke of that funny kid in your math class.
And then, suddenly, there is only one week left until you will all go separate ways, hoping that your paths will cross again someday and you cannot possibly understand that this part of your life, which seemed endless back when you were eight, will actually come to an end.
—  // and it is when you are standing on that hill behind the building, looking over the place where you spent almost your whole life, that you realize that it might just be true what people say;
that good things have to come to an end to make room for even greater adventures
j.d.m.

Why the Jungkook GCF Tokyo video is important !

🔹 The fact that Junkook used this Troye Sivan song. It’s no secret Kook loves Troye, but he loves this song SO MUCH that he used it despite copyright claims. He could have chosen any song, any of their own songs for no copyright, but he chose this song and as a result, the video is not monetized. Meaning they’re not making money from it. Jungkook uploaded the vid solely because HE wanted to, not to get money at all

🔹 He filmed, directed, and edited this amazing video because he just loves Jimin so much. He spent all that time for Jimin alone when he didn’t even give the other members birthday presents. He treats JM differently, he clearly cares a lot for JM whether as just friends or lovers.

🔹 The video is all Jimin from Jungkooks perspective. Every scene had something to do with Jimin, he barely even showed himself. It was the literal definition of “he thought the view was pretty but I thought he was prETTIER” jk is whipped. When you love someone, it doesn’t matter where you are as long as you’re with them. This was JM through JK’s eyes.

🔹 The fact that SO MANY comments were saying they feel like they’re on a date with Jimin.

What does that make Jungkook then??? All these fans who can see the romance in the air but like to put it on themselves since they wanna be with Jimin is fine, but it showed the video was extremely date-like, as if Jungkook himself was on a date with Jimin. If jungkook treated a girl like that, everyone would lose their minds. But since it’s a guy, it’s just a friendship.

🔹 People even have the audacity to say JK made the vid so army could have a dating sim with JM??? Are you fucking kidding me? JK made the vid for HIMSELF. That’s why he used copyright music. If he was doing it for fans, he would have used their own music to make profit and he would have told Jimin about it

🔹 Since Jimin DID NOT KNOW JK was gonna post the video. He said he would have acted differently. If the video were a “dating simulator” Jimin would have been his stage persona but he was real, raw, and as pure as we will ever see him. It was the real JM that only JK gets to see. And he was so happy. He was truly happy with JK at his side.

🔹 Dreams do come true, kids. JM since 2013 wanted to go on a vacation with JK, just by themselves if they ever had time and they finally were able to, in the happiest place on earth. I don’t care if jikook is real and I don’t know but it’s obvious that they definitely love each other, romantically or platonically.

Daddy’s Little Girl

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: dont the title gives it away? it’s such a cliche, i cant lmao

Word Count: 2330

Warnings: nsfw af! daddy kink, thigh riding, dirty talk, unprotected sex (practice safe sex, y'all)

Author’s Note: old fic; i remember writing this, and i was shook™ at how much dirty it turned out to be lmaoo enjoy! and don’t forget to write back to me ;)

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Bucky Barnes is a light sleeper. The Super Soldier’s super ability to hear is one of the reasons why he wakes up with dark rims under his eyes for most of the mornings.

But ever since you both started sharing a bed, that habit of his was fading away. You’d make sure you were always snuggled up to him, giving him a sense of assurance that you’re here, with him. And then even the slightest noise stopped to disturb him

That was until tonight, when the sweet disturbance was caused by you.

You had your back pressed against his front. His face buried into your hair, as he smiled and inhaled your sweet shampoo. The metal arm wrapped around your waist as you both inhaled and exhaled together, almost as if you both had practiced it.

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Witch tip

“Place lavender under your pillow while thinking of your wish. Do this just prior to retiring for the night. In the morning, if you have dreamt of anything relating to your wish, it will come true. However, if you did not have dreams, or if they were unconnected with your wish, it will not manifest” ~ Scott Cunningham’s encyclopedia of magical herbs 🌙🌾✨

Shy (Harry Hook X Reader)

Originally posted by ehdsisjado

A/n: This is probably my favourite idea for an imagine that I’ve had in a long time. I hope you guys like it
Requested: Yes!
Words: 3770
Warnings: Angst (not a lot but it’s there)

Prompt:
A: It’s just…. It’s just that people like you shouldn’t fall in love with people like me
B: Are you fucking serious
A: What?
B: I get to decide who I do and don’t fall in love with. That’s mine okay?. No one else’s choice, not even yours. It belongs to me. I. Love. You

You had always knew you were different to the other kids on the Isle. Always. Even as a toddler you were clearly set apart from the other villain children; choosing to sit and watch their boisterous behaviour instead of partaking in it yourself. You were unmistakably good, there wasn’t a hint of bad in you. Unfortunately, your father Shan Yu, possibly the most ruthless and merciless of the villains, was not the most accepting of your passive behaviour, so you dreamed of Auradon, a place where thought you wouldn’t feel like a stranger in your own home. You couldn’t help it, you had no interest in terrorising others or making their lives miserable, instead you wanted to make friends, you wanted to help people, you wanted to learn.

When Ben eventually accepted all of the villain kids into his kingdom you thought all of your wishes would come true. You had a fresh start, a chance to surround yourself with people like you, a chance to be happy. It turned out there really was no people like you. You were instantly shunned by the princes and princess’ at the school once they figured out who your father was, turning there backs on you immediately as if his actions where your own. There was no chance of forming a friendship with any of the VK’s, you had exhausted that possibility many years ago, you were too fundamentally different to them, so you found you were left by yourself once again. To be honest, you had kind of grown accustomed to your own company and didn’t mind being alone. You began to realise that Auradon wasn’t so different to the Isle, sure it was cleaner and fancier but it could be just as lonely and isolating.

Despite little change when it came to friendships, you had discovered one new thing about yourself since arriving at Auradon; a distinct love for reading. The first time you stepped foot in the school library, you felt suddenly giddy, hardly able to contain your excitement as you stared at the seemingly never-ending shelves of hardbacks, tracing your fingers across the spines. As reading and academic interest in general was frowned upon back on the isle you had never even known libraries existed, so you took it upon yourself to make up for lost time. Any spare time you would have you would spend reading, curled up in your special corner of the library as you slowly worked your way through the endless collection of novels. It was quiet and you rarely saw people there but it was just how you liked it, peaceful and un-interrupted, fully submerged in whatever universe you were reading about. Then one day, completely by accident, everything changed.    

Harry ran down the corridor, a wicked smirk plastered across his face as he sprinted from the enraged Tourney players behind him. The pirate may have been fast, but he knew they were faster, Chad leading the angered mob. Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea to put fish guts in their Tourney helmets, he thought to himself as he sped around a corner. Then he glanced back at the remnants of the slimy filth dripping from Jay’s hair as they charged after him and sniggered. Who was he kidding? He lived for the adrenaline rush. Still, while they were still behind him, he ducked out of their way, running through the doorway of a random classroom instead of continuing down the hallway. He pressed his face against the glass panel in the door, crouched down watching the Tourney players run straight past where he was hiding, sighing in satisfaction. Harry, slumped with his back to the door, laughing to himself as he caught his breath, slowly looking around the room he was in. It was bigger than he had anticipated and certainly not a classroom, the space occupied by neat rows of bookcases, overflowing with novels but was seemingly empty. His blue eyes scanned the corridor, in case anybody was still out there looking for him. The coast was clear, so he jumped up, gripping the door handle before stopping. Harry’s head whipped around as the pirate froze. He could have sworn he heard a noise.

A soft giggle, barely audible but a giggle all the same, that’s what Harry thought he heard. He brushed it off, putting it down to paranoia, and went to leave the room again. He was interrupted. Another giggle, this time louder, more prominent. He knew he wasn’t hearing things then and took a step towards the noise, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he tried to work out where it was coming from. He trod carefully through the maze of book shelves, trying not to make a sound when he saw you. Instinctively he ducked down, hiding behind more books as a small smirk stretched across his lips.
“Now who are ye?” he whispered to himself as he fixated on your small frame, curled up beside a fireplace, holding an old book in your hands. A hint of recognition flickered across his eyes as he watched you grin at the hardback, beginning to laugh even louder at whatever you were reading. He was mesmerised by you, intrigued by how absorbed you were in the story, grinning to himself as huge belly laughs escaped from your lips.
“Where do I know ye from?” He said to himself, chuckling quietly from your infectious laughter. He rested his hand on a pile of binders as he craned his neck further to study you better, jumping backwards as he knocked them to the floor.
Your nearly jumped out of your skin, dropping the book you were reading and shooting up.
“Hello?” You called out, hoping there would be nobody there to answer you.
Harry was half-way down the hallway before you could take another step.

He was back again. Why? He had absolutely no idea, but the next night he found himself back in the library, hoping you would be there too. Harry wasn’t disappointed, as after filtering through the aisles of books he found you in your familiar corner, this time wrapped under a blanket, a small lamp beside you. Making sure he was hidden from view, he watched you again, trying to stop himself from chuckling.
You were reading a horror book and it was fair to say you weren’t enjoying it, but you had vowed to read every book in the library in alphabetical order and you could hardly back out half way through the the ‘A’s. You read a particularly frightening sentence and slammed the book shut, holding it at arms length away from you, before painfully slowly re-opening it. You read another word and shut it again, this time staring at the novel as if it was the devil incarnate itself.
That was the point when Harry lost it, having to bit down on his own hand to stop himself from bursting out laughing.

It had been over a week since Harry saw you the first time, and he had returned to the library everyday to find you. Every time he would find you in the arm chair beside the open fire, the little crevice of the castle you had claimed as your own. It had been over a week since you had felt like you were being watched, and you were starting to feel slightly unnerved. Every time you would convince yourself you were just feeling paranoid but something was telling you to trust your instincts.

When Harry entered the library one evening he was confused. As he walked towards your usual spot,  but he couldn’t hear a thing, no snorts of laughter, no gasps, no occasional tutting. Silence. He frowned a little before it clicked. You weren’t there. The armchair was complete empty, the fire hadn’t been started, there was no pile of books on the floor.
“Where are ye then?” He asked himself, puzzled.
“Who? Me?” You replied triumphantly from behind him, arms crossed and tapping your foot as you gave the pirate boy a knowing look. He shot around, unable to figure out a response, so instead choosing to stand with his mouth open. So you weren’t going crazy
“Oh come on,” you laughed, no longer intimidated by the boy “Don’t tell me the infamous Harry Hook is at a loss for words”
Harry relaxed, slightly shocked that you weren’t weirded out by him, and flashed you one of his signature smirks laced with a little insanity. He was curious as to how you knew what he was.
You grinned back at him, as if reading his mind.
“I mean, this kind of gives it away doesn’t it,” you motioned towards the sliver metal of his hook, glinting in to the dim light.
He smiled again, licking his bottom lip slightly.
“Ye know for someone who spends all there time in a library ye don’t half talk a lot” Harry teased, regaining his smug demeanour and taking a step towards you.
He tried to reach his hook to meet your face but you turned on your heels before he could.
“And for someone who spends all there time stalking people you are oddly confident”
“Touché” Harry laughed, following you as you collapsed into your armchair.
“What do you want Harry” you grumbled, unimpressed that the boy was invading your reading time.
He leaned back on the arm rest and grinned at you, deciding that he wanted to know more about the mysterious library girl.
“Nothing,” he said innocently enough but still with a devilish gleam in his eyes “I came here to read”
You rolled your eyes.
“We’ll go do it somewhere else, this seat is occupied” you replied, retrieving a book from your bag and opening it to the first page.
“Well if ye insist,” whispered the pirate, walking away from you.
You tilted your head, that was far too easy. You were kind of disappointed that Harry had left so soon but you dismissed the thought and started to read, happy to be left in the quiet. That was until, you hear the screech of wood against the library floor.

“Harry! I told you to leave!”
“Nu-uh, ye told me to get my own chair,” he said smugly, dragging one of the libraries benches from the other side of the room to the fireplace “So I did”.
He winked at you
“You are ridiculous”
“I think ye mean endearing”.
The bench was now directly next to your chair, Harry sprawled out on it, his hands behind his head in a mock super model pose. You giggled.
“You’re not seriously, going to stay here are you?”
“Ye already know the answer to that question sweetheart” Harry whispered.
“I can’t believe you” you said under your breath but seeing Harry’s two piercing blue eyes stare back at you charmingly, you relented.
“Fine, read this” you thrusted a book into his arms, “But I have rules. You don’t talk to me and I don’t talk to you”
Harry smirked.
“You won’t even know I’m here”

You knew he was there alright. Every five second the boy tried to talk to you and in the hour you had been sat there you hadn’t even finished the first page of your book.
“Just put me out of my misery sweetheart and tell me ye name” he pined, creeping closer to the end of his bench and you.
“Shut up and read your book Hook”
“I am reading,” he protested “Ye know I can be very persuasive when I want to be”
Harry was whispering to you, his lips brushing against your ear. You shuddered a little, not used to being this close to somebody. Annoyed, you pushed Harry playfully by the shoulder away from you.
“If I tell you will you leave me alone”
“I’m not making any promises” You jabbed him in the ribs “Okay! I’ll leave you alone”
Harry wiggled away from you and picked up the book, pretending to read it. You did the same, returning to your novel. Neither of you could concentrate on any kind of story, taking it in turns to steal glances at one and other when you thought they weren’t looking. It was Harry who caught you first.
“I can see ye looking at me ye know” he said raising an eyebrow.
“L-looking at you? Pffft I’m not….. looking at you” you stuttered embarrassed at being caught. You were a terrible liar.
“You’re sitting right next me. I can see ye”
“W-well then you need to get….. some glasses”.
After realising how terrible your excuses were you made eye contact with Harry again. The two of you tried to keep straight faces but faltered, laughing until you cried and your sides actually beginning to ache. When the sniggers finally subsided you turned to the pirate.
“My names Y/N Yu,” you said at last causing Harry to sit up.
“I thought I recognised you from the Isle” he replied, looking at you slightly differently.
“I doubt it. I have never really been a people person. Nobody really remembers me”, your voice sounded slightly sadder than you had intended it to, so you shut your mouth abruptly.
“I remembered you” Harry stated quietly, before, for the first time that night, picking up his book and  starting to read it.

It had been months since your first encounter but you and Harry had grown in-separable. It baffled everybody, the quiet shy bookworm and the obnoxiously flirtatious pirate, it wasn’t a mix that most expected to work. But it did. Soon friendship progressed to something much more. You understood Harry unlike anybody else, your relentless kindness something he had been missing but craved. Harry was fiercely protective of you, threatening to hook anybody who gave you any trouble. Yes, you knew it was a little much, but he was trying. Neither of you had any trouble admitting you were madly in love with the other. You and Harry still had your nightly reading sessions, only now you shared the armchair, you curled up on his lap, your head against chest. Harry would rest his chin on the top of your head, reading over shoulder and kissing your forehead occasionally, your bodies engulfed by a thick tartan blanket. Often, you would fall asleep like that and Harry would carry you back to your dorm, careful not to wake you. It was perfect.
For a while.

*teeny tiny time skip*

“It’s the end of the world as we know it!” You exclaimed, you pouted at Harry who just laughed at you and ruffled your hair.
“Has anybody ever told ye you’re over dramatic?”
“I’m being serious Har! The library is shut! All day!”
He chuckled at you again.
“I guess ye’ll have to sit at an actual table at lunch and actually talk to people”
You sighed melodramatically and Harry copied you, mocking your movement.
“I’d watch it Harry, you’re forgetting who my father is. I could have you flattened on this floor in a second”
“Y/N, ye may indeed be the daughter of Shan Yu, but ye haven’t flattened anything in your life”
You swatted the back of his head.
“I’m in a bad mood” you grumbled quietly.
“Come on Little Miss Yu, we’re going to sit with Uma”

You and Uma had a mutual dislike for each other. The kind of mutual dislike for each other that often caused countries to go to war. Which was a shame, her being your boyfriends best friend and all, but you tried to not let it bother you. Uma had begun to hate you since Harry started spending more time with you, annoyed that he no longer wanted to try and destroy Auradon. She lost her shit when she caught him reading a book in his room instead of training one time.
“I thought you hated Y/N” Gil said goofily as you and Harry sat down at Uma’s picnic table.
“I do” Uma said bluntly, giving you a death stare. You pretended to ignore it, instead pulling out a piece of chocolate cake from your bag. Harry sent a warning glare back to Uma.
“Well I think Y/N’s very nice,” Gil added, giving you a genuine smile and nodding his head.
You smiled back. Gil might not have been the sharpest knife in the draw but he was pretty harmless.
“She always was, wasn’t she. So nice”. Uma spat, sneering at the word nice as I it was an insult.
“If you’ve got a problem with me, I can go you know” You stood up for yourself, imitating Uma’s tone.
“Fine by me”
“Uma,” Harry growled, an fierce edge in is voice
“Oh, I’m sorry I forgot you developed feeling for the girl. Did you forget she was just part of the plan”
“Uma, shut it!” Harry banged his fists on the table.
“The plan?” You nearly choked on your cake.
“Oh honey didn’t you know” Uma said with fake concern “He only dated you because I told him to”
You spat the remaking chocolate cake out.
“What” you whispered venomously, staring at Harry who was sat with his mouth wide open.
“I thought we needed to expand our crew a bit so I told him to go out and find some vulnerable girl who would follow him blindly. Don’t know why he chose you though, you’ve always been weird haven’t you. Always been a loner. Always been a fr-”
“UMA ENOUGH!” Harry screamed.
You felt suddenly dizzy, black hazing your vision. Harry tried to grab your hand but you snatched it away. You were crying now, your heart slowly shattering. Turning around you stumbled away as quickly you could, as far as your eyes could see.

You ran into the woods, needing to be as far away from the school ,and the people in it, as possible. You were sobbing now, heaving and wailing like a child, as you sprinted. Refusing to stop, you ran deeper and deeper into the forest, your legs snatching on brambles and the wind biting at your cheeks. You never wanted to go back. How could you? The only person that had made Auradon bearable was Harry but it seemed even that was just some cruel joke. You stopped only when you thought your lungs would collapse, throwing yourself down beside a tree trunk.
“She’s right,” you blubbered to yourself “I don’t belong here. I don’t belong on the Isle. I don’t belong anywhere!”.
Your thoughts where interrupted by the snapping of a tree branch. You peered behind a tree defensively, to see a familiar pirate stood behind you.
“Y/N darling, Ye know that’s the biggest pile of bullshit I’ve ever heard”

He attempted to pull you into a hug but you refused.
“Harry,” you started.
“Uma’s a liar. Ye knew that already, she’s temperamental that’s all, she doesn’t mean anything she says-”
“Harry, don’t bother” You pulled away from your embrace, slumping back down to the ground.
Harry sat beside you.
“Don’t bother with what?” He asked softly, sweeping the hair away from your face with his hook so he could look into your eyes.
Before you could get lost in them, your tore your eyes away from him his.
“Stop pretending that you love me, or that you care, or that I mean something to you. It’s only hurting me more.”
Harry grabbed hold of your jaw, and twisted it towards you so you would look at him.
“You’re seriously not saying all of this because Uma threw a hissy fit are ye?”
“No actually. That’s the sad bit, I’ve been thinking about it or quite some time”
“What the hell are ye on about now!” Yelled Harry suddenly exploding, taking you slightly be surprise “Ye know I’d do anything bloody for ye!”
You ignored him, continuing your little speech.
“Do you know what people say when they see us together. They think how the hell did he end up with that, they think that-”
“When did I ever care what people think? When did ye ever care what people think?” He was still shouting, his yells echoing around the forest trees.
“I’ve always cared,” you whispered so quietly it could have gone undetected.
Harry heard though and got to his feet
“Then why don’t you care what I think then, eh? Because you know full well I love you!”
You stood up beside him, tears still streaming down your face.
“It’s just…. It’s just that people like you shouldn’t fall in love with people like me”
“Are you fucking serious” Harry whispered, cooling down again and turning towards you.
“What?”
He wrapped his arms around you, refusing to let you go no matter how hard you squirmed until you eventually melted into his touch.
“ I get to decide who I do and don’t fall in love with. That’s mine okay?. No one else’s choice, not even yours. It belongs to me. I. Love. You”
“Harry,”
“I love you,” he repeated.
“I love you too”
You nuzzled your face into his neck, breathing in the unmistakable scent of the ocean that never seemed to leave the pirate. Standing on your tiptoes you reached up and planted a short kiss on Harry’s lips, before lowering down and simply staring at him.
“I was going to wait till ye birthday but-”
Harry pulled away from you, untucking a small pendant necklace from his shirt and took it off. He placed it carefully in your hand, folding over your palm and pushing it gently to your chest.
“It was my mothers. I want you to have it.”
“Harry, it’s beautiful but… But I can’t take this from you,” The necklace was small and ornate, a silver crescent moon charm adorning the chain. You rubbed the cool metal between your thumb and forefinger.
“I told ye,” Harry whispered with a smile “It’s yers”
You flung your arms around his neck and he picked you up, spinning you around and round in circles until you begged him to put you down.
“We should probably get back Har” your said, still feeling a touch dizzy.
“Yer right Y/N. I’ll race ye back to the library,” Harry winked, twirling you around a final time.
“You know full well it’s closed, why torture me like that? You know we can’t go”
“Yeah well yer forgetting I’m a villain Y/N, breaking the rules is what I do”
You stared up at the boy you loved one more time, gazing at the way his eyes shone in the dappled sunlight.
“Harry Hook,” you stated “I’ve never met a more lovely villain”

Where Did All the Fairy Godmothers Go?

It happened so slowly, most didn’t even realise it was happening.

The disappearance of the Fairy Godmothers.

Nobody knows where they went, but then again nobody bothered to ask. It seemed as though they’d always been there, so it wasn’t much of a surprise that no-one asked where they went until it was too late to get an answer. 

After all, the world was a big place and growing bigger every year. There were so many people. More than when the Fairy Godmother’s had first appeared.

More people than they ever hope could help. 

Magic could only do so much when they were so vastly outnumbered.

What was once commonplace became a lottery of sorts. Who would be amongst those lucky enough to meet a Fairy Godmother? To have all their dreams come true? Their problems solved? Who were the haves and who were the have-nots?

It didn’t matter how good a person was, all that mattered was being in the right place at the right time, crying the right amount of tears.

Really, it was inevitable that the backlash against Fairy Godmothers would rise over time, as the world grew bigger and fewer people got a chance at a magical happily ever after.

People always want a quick fix for their problems.

Yet, in the midst of the uproar, the anger, the envy, people forgot that Fairy Godmothers were people too. Of course, they weren’t entirely human, so it was easy to strip them of said humanity, to see them as these beacons of fate, handing out happily-ever-afters on a whim and leaving the rest of the population to rot.

It was easy to forget the fairies who had raised their children in secret.

Easy to forget the ones who loved and watched over the orphaned ones, as though they were their own.

Easy to forget the ones who protected them against the darker forces in the world, as well as those who wielded them.

Until, one day, people began to notice that it had been weeks since they’d spotted the familiar flutters of sparkling wings. There were no whispers of magical happenings at peoples’ doors, no rumours to spread. Cries for help went unanswered for everyone. It seemed at last that the world was equal- at least in terms of those hated magical shortcuts.

Some celebrated a return to fairness, others felt stabs of guilt at having pushed an entire group of beings into hiding. A few hoped they’d come back if only to help those less fortunate- who now seemed to be suffering more than ever in the fairies absence.

(There were certain murmurs among the younger folk, those who had been too small to ever be graced by fairies power, about how vocal those in positions of power had been in their hatred for the Fairy Godmothers. But those criticisms were quickly squashed by those who were louder, older, angrier.)

Weeks turned into months, months turned into years, and soon Fairy Godmothers were a distant memory. They became nothing more than stories to tell dazzled children, all with the understanding that Fairy Godmothers weren’t real- that if their children wanted a happily ever after, they would have to earn it like their forefathers before them.

Fairy Godmothers didn’t exist.

And their children would just have to accept that and move on.

The One With All the Kissing

(I promised this for @lgbtrashmouth, @sighlil, and @toziertrashmouth so I hope it’s okay. It’s not incredibly long, it’s really just the scene from Friends where Chandler kisses everyone because he kisses Monica in front of everyone on accident. But it’s Reddie. So yeah. They’re all young adults here, too.Thanks!)(Also I know I said I’d do this tomorrow but APRIL FOOLS I MADE IT TODAY)


:SETTING- BILL’S APARTMENT:

“Hey, dude! C-come on, gimme back my pretzel!”

“No way, you set it down, it’s mine now!”

“Guys, can you not? I’m trying to get this remote working again and I need concentration!”

“Stan, shut up. You know you’re just taking the batteries out and putting them back in again. It’s hardly rocket science.”


The familiar bickering made Bill smile, despite the fact that Richie swiped his hot pretzel, and was tormenting Stan, and getting salt everywhere. Eddie was complaining- something about telling Richie to shut up and chew with his mouth closed. Beverly was laughing and resting a hand on Ben’s shoulder, who would occasionally smile at her between talking about Mike’s day as they caught up all together. They were sitting around his dining room table, talking over one another, having individual conversations, interjecting and making a group conversation, and yet everyone was still in sync. It was beautiful, in its own, chaotic, noisy way. 

They had spent the day drinking tea, watching movies, and just horsing around Bill’s apartment. Earlier they’d gone out for ice cream and visited the quarry like they had when they were little. Nowadays, nothing much had changed. Not habitually, anyways. Ben and Beverly had finally gotten together. Stand and Bill had as well. Mike was seeing a pretty girl who’d gone off to college in Japan, but he didn’t mind, and everyone loved how loving he was and dedicated they were to each other despite the distance. Richie and Eddie had also begun seeing each other, as well- however, that relationship was still in the closet

While the boys knew the group would accept them, just as they had Bill and Stan, Eddie was still hesitant to announce it to anyone in the group because of the big deal he knew it’d be. He’d spent MUCH of his life denying his love for Richie, most vehemently to Richie himself, who always threw himself at Eddie all that time, playfully, then seriously. Eddie caved one day and kissed the other in the middle of one of his “your mom” jokes, and Richie hadn’t been the same since. Bill thought he was somehow softer towards Eddie, cracking less jokes about his mom, and holding doors for him. Stan just thought he was even more insufferable with all the near perverse flirting. 

Mike was suspicious of the two, as was Beverly. But if it was one thing they were good at, it was being patient and letting people speak on their own time. The dynamic of the group within itself may have shifted, but they all still remained incredibly close- living within half an hour of each other, hanging out almost every day, crashing at each other’s places just because. It really was a dream come true. Mike was working as a coach’s assistant at their old high school, Beverly taught self-defense at the local gym. Ben was an official published writer, working for the local news paper where he covered the art section, of which Bill was proudly in numerous times for his paintings. Stan worked at the community college, the resident ornithologist on-hand for advice and lectures. Richie worked at the local radio station, his voices having improved over the years, though his comedy… hadn’t. Eddie had surprisingly taken up a job outside of the pharmacy, owning and operating his own bakery with the help of fresh produce from the Hanlon Farm. 

Ughhhhhh. I don’t want to goooo….” Despite their lives having turned out well, work was still work, and Richie was still Richie.

“Do you always have to complain about everything?” Eddie sighed, exasperated and rolling his eyes. 

“Give him a break, Eddie,” Stan said uncharacteristically. “He only has a limited amount of brain cells. Maybe he’s used them all today.” Ah, that sounded more like him. 

Beverly laughed, standing up and clearing away the remote pieces. “Okay Stan, you’re just breaking it more, so don’t go on about brain cells.”

OOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!” came a chorus from Ben and Richie. 

“Hey Rich, why don’t you act like an adult and get to work?” Eddie snickered, “As your roommate, I’d like to eat better this month, thank you!” Richie just rolled his eyes. 

“Yeah yeah, I’m going.” As he walked towards the door, he went over to Eddie, still seated at the table. 

He leaned down and put a hand to his cheek, tilted his face up delicately, and kissed him fully, tilting his own head to the side and closing his eyes. It was a touching, soft thing. 

WHAT THE F-F-FUCK, RICHARD?” Bill spit his tea out, and the table erupted in short-lived squeals and demanding questions. 

Richie was a peculiar mix of green, red, and white, and Eddie was sweating up a storm, frozen in place. Suddenly, Richie shook his head sharply, walking over to Beverly and grabbing her face. He leaned in and kissed her hard and messy until she shoved him back, laughing. Ben looked ready to protest until Richie landed lips on him, too, shutting him up altogether. Mike was hooting and hollering in his chair, and only laughed harder when Richie kissed him, chuckling at how interesting of a story it would be to tell his girlfriend on their Skype call. Bill only stared in amusement as Richie faced him, a determined and embarrassed look in his eye as he kissed him quickly. He then turned to Stan, who was red and wide eyed. 

When Richie leaned in, Stan leaned back, comically toppling out of his chair. “Don’t you put those chapped ass lips on me, you freak!”

“B-But it’s how they kiss in Europe! It’s not funny or anything!” Richie half heartedly protested while the group laughed. 

“Well this is Bill’s apartment, you nut. Y’know? In MAINE? Go to work already.”

Richie simply complied, scurrying out the front door, followed quickly by Eddie, which did not escape anyone’s eye. 

“I’m gonna have to quote Bill on this one, Trashmouth,” He grabbed Richie’s arm as he shut the door to the hallway, “‘What the fuck, Richard?’“

“I’m sorry, you just looked so cute and happy curled up in his little chair, like a doll! I spaced and forgot. I’m sorry you’re so kissable.” Richie pouted, looking down at his feet. 

Eddie instantly softened. “I’m sorry, too. Go to work Richie, I’ll be here when you get back- we’re all staying over since it’s Friday. I’ll take care of this. You owe me.”

Richie grinned wolfishly, “I love it when you get demanding, Eds. Anything you want and you got it.”

Eddie shoved him, “Don’t call me Eds, now go get paid you doofus, we need the money.”


Eddie walked back inside to five sets of curious, demanding eyes. “Alright, alright. Yeah, no, we’re… more than roommates.”

“NO SHIT, EDDIE. WE’RE NOT STUPID!”


That was the most synchronized they had ever been.  

Lie to me - Dean Winchester x Reader - Chapter 11 (French Mistake AU)

Title: Lie to me

Pairing: Dean/Jensen x Reader x Sam

Word Count: … nope

Warnings: None

Imagine: Imagine Dean and Sam getting transported to the French Mistake universe. Only for Dean to realize he is married to you, his best friend, love of his life and… Sam’s girlfriend.

Great thank you to @gaveherhearttotheliontattoo for being an amazing beta!

Read Part 1 here! l Read Part 2 here! l Read Part 3 here! l Read Part 4 here!l Read Part 5 here! l Read Deleted Scene here! l Read Part 6 here! l Read Part 7 here! l Read Part 8 here! l Read Part 9 here! l Read Part 10 here!

~In the Supernatural Universe~

“You won’t…” you choked out, feeling a fresh wave of tears well up in your eyes. You weren’t just scared, you knew this feeling, you were hopeless and you felt terrified.

“(Y/n)” Jensen’s voice rough somehow sounded distant as you struggled to breathe. A shake of your shoulders made you blink and focus back on him “Are you alright?”

“I’m- I’m-” you opened and closed your mouth like a fish out of water, looking from Jensen to the other actor and your angel friend standing a few feet away “I can’t do this.” your voice cracked and you felt Jensen squeeze your hand.

“I can’t do this, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I just-” you felt like choking on your own tears as your head swam with a thousand thoughts.

“(Y/n), I- I know this is hard but we need to kill the witch and out of all of us you are the most skilled hunter. We- we can’t really do this without you.” Jared’s voice was desperate as he looked at you with puppy eyes, pleading for you to help them.

And it broke your heart in a million pieces to see him like this because there was a part in you that didn’t operate with logic and it only understood what was happening this very moment. And for that part this man was Sam, your Sam, needing your help and as always your body just wanted to wrap your arms around his shoulders and let him cry it out in your chest like most scary nights when the bad dreams he didn’t tell anybody about were too much to take. And now there was a nightmare coming true, the possibility of them being stuck here and your heart couldn’t take to see him like this.

But then there was another part of you, this one you had tucked away a long time ago, that in a way didn’t want them to go. Or more like, didn’t want him to go. Chuck, this was messed up.

“I- I can’t. I really just- I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” you croaked, placing a hand over your mouth to hold back the sobs as you proceeded to bury your face in your hands.

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Loki Imagine - Defending Him

I actually had two requests for something like this so here we go,

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

Originally posted by frambuazlisarap


Your P.O.V.

Living in Asgard was like a dream come true for most people. It was this peaceful, heavenly place where everyone lived for thousands of years, spent their time happily with friends and family. But it wasn’t as bright for everyone. Nearly each Asgardian had something bad to say about the Prince who rebelled, Loki.

I knew Loki. We were friends, at least. He was usually in the palace, locked away in his room. I lent him my books and we chatted from time to time. He just never seemed to break that barrier between us. It was sad. He found it hard to trust anyone so he isolated himself here.

As I made my way to the palace, happy that I got access there, I heard Loki’s name being said. My curiosity got the best of me and I stopped walking, hiding behind a wall. The people were talking in one of the bedrooms. The door was wide open so I didn’t expect to hear what I heard.

‘‘Don’t you think it’s weird Loki is allowed here? I mean, I’m no king but he should definitely be behind bars’‘ A man told his friends his opinion. It made me angry, of course. ‘‘He’s just a giant shame here. Everyone else is so happy and social and he’s just-’’ Some woman started ranting but I wouldn’t listen to it. I walked into room and dropped my book.

‘‘He’s what?’‘ I growled, determined to make them regret their words. I didn’t know who they were. There were two men and one woman in this room, all Asgardians. By now my blood was starting to boil. ‘‘Who are you?’‘ The woman raised her thin eyebrow at me. ‘‘It’s Y/N’‘ The man answered for me. It made her face soften into a grin. 

‘‘Oh Loki’s friend?’‘ She chuckled like it was funny. ‘‘Yes I am. Loki is a great man, by the way. You should get to know him before you open your nasty mouths. Have you ever considered why he doesn’t want to go out and socialize? It’s because of scumbags like you!’‘ I lashed out my anger at these people. They seemed surprised.

‘’Are you seriously calling us scumbags just to defend one?’’ One of the men laughed at me. I had to clench my hands into fists and try not to attack them. It hurt too, because they kept going. I thought they’d be embarrassed since I caught them talking like some children. ‘‘Loki is not a scumbag’‘ I growled dangerously, feeling how I got furious as time passed. My powers tried to talk me to the dark side but I managed to control myself.

‘‘Yes he is and so is anyone defending him. You should be ashamed of yourself’‘ The woman lectured me like she was my mother. ‘‘Shut up! How dare you talk about Loki in such a bad manner in his own damn home?’‘ I raised my voice at them. I felt how my fingertips tingled because I really wanted to attack these idiots.

Before I could do anything, another person joined us. I saw how the three turned ghostly pale. I turned around and saw Loki in his dark green clothes. He had probably heard yelling and he came to check out what was happening. First he looked at the people who had been talking crap about him. Then his piercing green eyes looked at me. He seemed surprised and almost sad. But through that I sensed his anger.

‘‘Get out’‘ He stated calmly. Of course I was confused. Nobody moved which truly pissed him off. ‘‘Get out!’‘ Loki repeated himself loudly and I swear the room nearly shook. The three walked off in a hurry and I tried to think whether he wanted me to go as well.

Just as I took a step, he put his arm in front of me. ‘’Not you’’ He sighed more calmly. I nodded quietly, happy that the three left. ‘’You defended me’’ Loki stated the obvious as he stepped in front of me, looking into my eyes. ‘’Of course Loki. That’s what friends are for’’ I smiled at him, hoping it would make him feel at east a little bit better.

He chuckled and then looked down. ‘’Don’t you agree with them?’’ He questioned me. It stung my heart. Why would he think so? ‘’Not at all. I meant every word I said. You’re amazing’’ I reassured him. As I spoke, I got a little nervous. I had a crush on him and I tried not to make it obvious. Now as I spoke, I felt my cheeks heating up.

‘‘You truly are magnificent, my dear’‘ He then smiled and wrapped his arm around me. He started to walk to his room, holding me close meanwhile. It was just something he did. Although Loki wasn’t so open with people, he still for some reason wanted to protect me. I bet it was just normal of him to keep his strong arm around me. I couldn’t deny that I liked it tho.

As we reached his elegant room, he sat down on his huge bed.Loki had a big room with a big window, showing off the beautiful view of Asgard. He didn’t have any lights on besides a candle  next to his bed. I got down next to him, but kept a small distance between us. ‘’Did you like the book I told you about?’’ I broke the silence that had grown.

Loki avoided eye contact as he stared outside with a soft smile. ‘’Yes. It was quite special. Midgard stories are quite different than ours’’ He shrugged calmly. Seeing this side of Loki was special. He was so uptight and silent with most people but slowly he let his guard down with me. It warmed my heart. 

‘‘Y/N’‘ Loki said my name and finally looked at me. With the very dim light from the candle cascading his features, the moment was romantic. He looked absolutely gorgeous. It was almost hypnotizing. Before I could speak, we both heard something from behind the door.

We looked at it and soon it opened, revealing Thor. He stopped right in his tracks as he saw us this close. ‘’Oh I didn’t know you two were having a moment. I’ll just go’’ Thor coughed into his hand and tried to leave but it wasn’t that easy. Both Loki and I hurried to fix what Thor just said.

‘‘It’s not what it looks like-’‘ I said as Loki murmured ‘‘Shut up, brother’‘. Then we all got quiet. Thor eyed us closely and that’s when I decided to look away. I could tell I was blushing. ‘‘Wait a minute’‘ Thor speculated something. I glanced at Loki who looked really angry. He clenched his jaw and narrowed his eyes at his brother. It’s like they had an unspoken language that they spoke through their eyes.

‘‘Just go, will you?’‘ Loki groaned after a while. Thor raised his arms innocently and headed out the door. Since they were brothers, they were ought to annoy each other, no matter what age. ‘‘Maybe I should leave the door open’‘ Thor joked and smirked at us. ‘‘That’s enough, thank you’‘ Loki answered harshly. Then we were left alone. It was a little awkward, considering what just happened. 

Oh lord.

‘‘Um- were you going to say something?’‘ I asked Loki and hoped I wasn’t flustered in any way. Loki huffed and turned to me so  he was facing me better. My heart started to race now. Why was he so devilishly amazing? ‘‘Thank you, for what you did. If I must be honest, love, I can’t name many people who would do what you just did’‘ He got back to the defending scene. Loki seemed a little helpless. I don’t think I have ever heard him say thank you and mean it.

I was jittery but I felt like I had to do something. So I grabbed his hands. They were cold but I didn’t mind. Loki looked at my hands and then he looked into my eyes. ‘’You don’t have to thank me for that. I told you, I would defend you anytime, anywhere’’ I promised him and I truly meant what I said.

‘‘Even if I looked like this?’‘ He sighed quietly. Then his skin started to change color into a deep blue shade. Lighter blue patters appeared here and there and lastly his green eyes turned bright red. He showed me his true self.

My lips parted from shock and I held my breath for a moment. Did this mean he trusted me? My eyes looked at him from head to toe. He still looked incredible. Actually, I found him marvelous. ‘’Even if you look like that. Loki you’re..wow..’’ I got lost for words. This man was a gem, a precious one if you earned his trust. How could anyone hate him? Everyone made mistakes but Loki was a misunderstood man.

Loki let out a chortle and then cupped my face. The cold didn’t even bug me. No words were changed between us anymore. He knew he could trust me now, for sure. So Loki closed the gap between us and pressed his lips against mine. I couldn’t believe it was real! I shut my eyes and kissed him back, enjoying the amazing feeling I got from it.

Our lips molded together so perfectly it was almost scary. Then we pulled apart, looking into each other’s eyes. It felt so right. It’s like we had both longed for this moment for a really long time. A smile spread across my face before we pulled into another kiss. This time Loki pressed me down on my back against his pillows as he crawled above me. I got the perfect opportunity to wrap my arms around him as our lips devoured each other.

It felt amazing. Loki’s body was on top of me and his cold lips melted against my warm ones. Could it get any better? I got filled with such joy now that I felt like crying. It was overwhelming, like a tale in a book. After a very great moment, we had to breathe. Loki lied down on his bed and pulled me close so we were cuddling. Yes, Loki Laufeyson was cuddling with me. Who would’ve thought?

‘’I knew a long time ago you were worthy of more than what people told you’’ I spoke as we shared this sweet time together. He held me tightly and I traced my fingers on the patterns on his skin. ‘’You were always worthy of the best, Loki. You are so great’’ I whispered and then let out a sigh. I had wanted to tell him these things for a long time now.

‘‘The rest of Asgard doesn’t think like you dear’‘ He huffed and then raised his other arm. Loki’s magic was really astonishing. Mostly tho he used it for simple things. He made multiple candles appear around the bed to make it a little brighter. It was beautiful. 

‘‘One day they will. I know it’‘ I reassured him. It made Loki look at me. The candlelit room made his eyes twinkle. My heart fluttered in my chest as I realized this was real. ‘‘For now I’m glad that you support me. You’re a glorious woman’‘ He told me quietly. That’s when my feelings got the best of me. A silent tear rolled down the side of my face. 

Loki noticed it and wiped it away. ‘’Why are you crying?’’ He wanted to know. I couldn’t believe that this was real. I wondered if things had gone like this if I hadn’t heard the people who disrespected Loki. But it didn’t matter. Good karma did it’s job again. ‘‘Happy tears, don’t mind me’‘ I giggled happily. 

The door opened again and it took about one second for us to see who it was. ‘’Y/N you dropped your book!’’ Thor interrupted us again. I found it funny but Loki didn’t. I barely had the time to say ‘thank you’ before Loki spoke.

‘‘Thor!’‘ He just barked his name angrily. My book was put on a table by the door and Thor left us alone again.

/I was going to end this waaaay earlier but I wanted to write more and more :( If it was up to me, this would be a book but it would get off the topic.I’m in the mood for some fluff so I had to stop before it got out of hand.

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Summary: You’re a pretty calculated person, that is until you meet the infamous Winter Soldier, who makes you lose your cool each time you see him. 

Word Count: 2271

Paring: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: language, because I have a potty mouth.

A/N: So this is my first time posting any of my crap here, which is why I’m a lil bit scared! I wrote this months ago, it’s one of my first pieces, so please excuse any typos/ grammar mistakes/ mistakes in general (English is not my first language). Feedback is very welcomed! I hope you enjoy! 

(gif is not mine)

Originally posted by mylastlove-mylastsong

Landing a job at Stark Labs was a dream come true. You had never even hoped for it to happen, but here you were, Chef of Engineering Section, with your own lab, a place to live in the Avengers Compound and most importantly, a space and tools to grow as an scientist.

You loved your job. Physics, Biology, Chemistry, Astronomy and Engineering- all of your favourite aspects of science combined into one position in one of the best labs in the world. It was like buying a mystery Mentos pack filled with all of your favourite flavors in it. You could swore that life was literally treating you all too well, which meant that soon enough it should all go to hell. Oh, how right you were.

The day you met the one and only, the infamous James Buchanan Barnes was the day when everything started to go to shit. And that was a very mild description of what was happening. You didn’t even know how you, a very calculated person, started turning into a hot mess every time this big bulk of muscles in a shape and form of Bucky Barnes was around you. But it was happening way too often and it had to stop.

“God dammit, god fucking dammit!” you muttered under your breath when you tried for the billionth of time to modify Tony’s suit. “You fucking piece of shit, little ball of fucking wires that are too fucking dumb to fucking work with me for fuck’s sake!”

“Language” Steve chuckled as he entered your lab.

“Don’t you fucking… Jesus, Captain, I’m so sorry…” you stood up, immediately starting to apologize for your dirty mouth. If you could point out one thing that you would love to change about yourself it would most definitely be your vocabulary. Keeping your cursing at bay when you were mad wasn’t exactly your forte.

“It’s Steve, Y/N, you should know that by now” he told you with a smile. “So I guess you have problems with fixing something?”

“Kinda. It’s just that Tony asked me to modify his suit, but this dumbass forgot to get me the right wires to increase durability of the system, so I have to work with what I got which is, well, nothing, so I’m pissed as hell, I mean, I’m just angry, because how am I supposed to work if I can’t?” you ranted, looking around for your screwdriver.

“So I guess it’s a wrong time to ask you for a favor?”

“Depends. What’s the deal? Something’s wrong with the shield?” you looked at him concerned. You fixed it 2 days before, what could possibly be damaged again?

“No, everything’s fine with me, but I think Bucky needs a checkup. His arm’s been weird lately, you know? I think he messed something up right after you fixed it after the mission and he doesn’t want to admit it.”

That stopped you in your tracks. Every checkup you had to do on Bucky was a dreadful experience for you in general, mostly because you had to remain professional while your brain was all over the place. Any additional meeting with the soldier was an unnecessary show of your clumsiness and very bad acting as you tried to hide your affection for the man. Steve couldn’t be serious.

“Oh” was all you managed to say.

“Yeah, I know, you’re overworked anyway, but it’s probably nothing and it won’t take long, I promise. Please, Y/N?” Rogers looked at you with puppy eyes.

“Y-yeah, sure, bring him in” you stuttered as you turned around from him pretending to be searching for something, while actually trying to hide the redness of your cheeks.

“Great, you’re seriously the best!” he exclaimed happily. “I’ll tell him, you were the one to ask for the checkup, so he won’t feel bad about it, okay?”

“Uh, um, I guess?”

“Fantastic! He’ll be here in a few, I hope” he winked at you and left you all alone again.

“The lord is testing me” you muttered as you fell onto your chair and started fixing the suit again.


“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, ARE YOU EVEN UP THERE?!” you yelled as once again your attempt at modifying Tony’s suit turned into a failure. You’ve had enough; another try at it proved that you can’t make something so specific out of nothing.

Bucky chuckled at himself as he stood by the door frame, watching you. You were quite adorable when you were mad.

“You alright there?” he asked you with a smug smile, which made you froze. “I don’t want to interrupt your rant, but Steve told me you wanted to see me.”

“He did?” you felt your cheeks redden with embarrassment, Bucky’s presence making you forget all about your previous conversation with Rogers.

“For a checkup” Barnes clarified.

“Oh, alright” you let out a huge sigh. “Um, have a seat.”

You gathered all of your stuff in silence, trying to make yourself look like you knew what you were doing. Bucky silently looked around your messy lab, focusing on anything apart from you. To say that you made his heart race was an understatement. He was head over heels in love with you, yet you seem to never be interested in even talking to him. Each time he would come for a checkup, he felt like you never wanted him around you, which made his little heart ache every time.

“You don’t clean here much often, do you?” he joked, trying to lighten the mood.

“I didn’t have the time, sorry” you sheepishly apologized, hiding your yet again blossoming blush.

“It was a joke, Y/N. It’s your lab. Why would I care how it looks like?”

“Right” you face palmed yourself in your thoughts. “Shall we get started?”

“Go for it.”

You took a seat on a small stool that you always sat on when you did the checkup and carefully removed pieces of metal covering main electronics of Bucky’s arm. In a complete silence, you started testing the wires and checking the whole system until you found an error that Steve was concerned about.

“There you are” you said to yourself as you detected the damage and started fixing it by replacing a small metal strip.

After few finishing touches, you were done with the arm. You hadn’t even noticed that the whole time you had worked in silence, with furrowed brows and droplets of sweat covering your forehead, Bucky couldn’t tear his eyes off of you. What a beautiful and smart creature, he sighed in his thoughts, taking your presence in.

“Done. Should be as good as new” you told him as you started to put all the equipment back into the box.

“Thanks Y/N, you’re the best” he said with a smile and looked at you. “You have an eyelash on your…” he tried to reach for your cheek to wipe the small piece of hair off of your face, but his touch was so unexpected, that it made you fall off of your stool in the most ungracious way possible. Within seconds, you were lying flat on your ass in front of your crush. So much for keeping it cool.

“Oh my god, Y/N!” he immediately squatted to you, trying to help you get up.

“I’m fine, it’s nothing” you told him with a full on tomato red splashed on your face. How could you be such a clumsy idiot?!

“Did you hit your head? Should I call for help?” he asked looking more concerned each second.

“No, just go Bucky, just… leave me alone” you said getting up and turning away from him. You didn’t even notice that it hurt him a little, but he did as you asked, not wanting to upset you even more.

You huffed in pain as you was left alone. God, you were such an idiot. No way, he was ever going to feel the same way you felt about him.


“Maybe you should just ask her out” Steve told Bucky for what he felt like a hundredth of time since Bucky had confessed his crush on you to him.

“No way, don’t you see? She hates me!” he exclaimed, hitting the punch bag hard.

Steve rolled his eyes at his friend. He was getting tired of all of this.

“She doesn’t hate you.”

“Yeah right, like you would know!”

“Then at least talk to her at the party tonight. It won’t hurt, right? If she won’t want to, then will figure it out” he told Barnes.

“Alright, but if she hates me even more after this, then you’re screwed” Bucky threatened him.  

“I know, I know” he sighed and the men continued to train.


“Hey kid” Natasha greeted you few hours after that fatal incident with Bucky. You were now in your room, watching Netflix while being wrapped like a burrito in multiple blankets.

“Hey mom” you replied, causing the redhead to roll her eyes.

“So” she started, sitting on the edge of your bed. “Are you going to a party tonight?”

In that moment you noticed she was all glammed up. “What party?”

“Have you ever left this cage or lab at all?” she asked you irritated.

“No” you simply replied.

“Tony is hosting a party tonight, in the tower. So wear something nice and go downstairs” she ordered.

“I don’t want to” you whined.

“Why?”

“I’m planning on not seeing Bucky for few months after my spectacular fail.”

“Y/N please, stop acting like a baby” she rolled her eyes.

“Why do you care?”

“Because” she looked at you irritated.

“That’s not an answer” you fixed your eyes on the screen.

“What happened between you and Barnes?” she changed the subject.

“I fell on the floor…”

“That’s not that bad” she said, shrugging.

“…because he tried to touch me” you finished, your face flushing once again.

“Where?!” her eyes widened at the vision of him trying to get into your panties.

“Not there!” you hit her with a pillow. “He tried to remove an eyelash from my cheek.”

“That’s adorable” she smiled.

“That’s fucking humiliating!” you huffed, rolling your eyes.

“Then get wasted trying to forget about it and your crush on him” she stood up. “C’mon, it’ll be fun.”

“God I hate you” you muttered as you stood up and changed to go to the party in a decent state.


“I just think it’s kinda impossible, ya know? Like Asgard must be so much better than all of this lame ass shit on Earth” you slurred to Thor. After your non-stopping pleas, he put a little drop of his drink into your own and without a doubt, you had never been more wasted in your life.

“I’ll take you there one day, Lady Y/N” he smiled at your drunken state. “You’d love our astronomy tower.”

“Oh my God, you would show me it?! This is the best night of my life!” you exclaimed a little too loud with a little bit too much of hand gestures as you spilled your drink on your Star Wars shirt.

Bucky watched you from the distance, chuckling. You were too adorable. And beautiful. And perfect. And you really have to stop being so cringy, he ordered himself. He did find a bit of jealousy in him as Thor made you laugh more than he ever did. A race of thoughts ran through his head; did you like Thor? Was it because of his muscles? Or maybe you thought he was smarter than Bucky? Maybe he should dye his hair blond and try to braid it, maybe then you would like him?

“Y/N is so wasted” Nat interrupted his internal monologue when she and Steve approached Buck.

“She is” he replied, eyes glued to you.

“Go and talk to her” Steve ordered him, seeing his miserable state.            

“She is talking with Thor now.”

“Hey Thor, come here buddy!” Rogers yelled at the god and he left you alone, before saying his apologies.

“Not anymore, so move your ass over there” Nat gave a firm squeeze to his flesh arm.

“God, you annoy me both” he muttered and made his way to you, nervousness overtaking his body. “Hey Y/N, how are you?”

“Oh man, you look hella fine tonight!” you slurred, not realizing what exactly you were saying or more specifically, to who.

“Thanks” Bucky blushed a little. Was she serious?

“I mean, like damn, your ass looks great in those pants!” you winked at him. “Hey, do you have a girlfriend?”

“No, no I have not” he told you, being more and more curious. There is a chance!

“Well, I have a candidate” you exclaimed with a grin plastered across your face.

“Really?” he was hoping it was a little joke you planed and that maybe, maybe, you would tell him that you liked him too.

“Yeah, wanna know who I have on my brilliant mind, soldier?” you whispered.

“I do” he smiled at you.

“Natasha” you told him in the most conspiratorial tone.

His face fell at the sound of your words.

“Seriously, she told me. I mean, she didn’t but who wouldn’t want to be your girlfriend, right? You would be great together…” 

“Jesus Y/N, could you shut your goddamn mouth for one minute?” he told you before cupping your face and kissing you fiercely. At first you couldn’t react but after few seconds you started to reciprocate the kiss.

“I also have a candidate” he said as he pulled back, a new wave of confidence flowing through his body.

“Yeah? Who?” you mumbled, still in shock.

“You, you little smartass” he smiled before kissing you again.


Imagine being roommates with Dean since you were in college and now sharing a house.

“Good morning!” Dean grinned at you as you walked down the stairs. You however kept a straight face, lips pursed and didn’t utter a word to the man instead walked past him and towards the fridge to get something to eat.

“Well- thanks for asking I slept great!” Dean put on a fake happy smile and you only sent him a death glare before going back to searching for something to eat, not saying a word to him anymore.

He sighed before placing a plate of pancakes on the table “I made breakfast for you too, I’m not going to eat it all by myself you know. Come on.” he said more softly but as tempting as those pancakes looked you still were too angry at him.

“(Y/n) come on.” his voice was laced with regret “You know I didn’t do it on purpose.”

At this you couldn’t help but snap at him “Oh really? Tell me Dean, how is you banging a girl on my bed without locking the door happening by accident?!” you hissed and he cringed slightly.

“I told you we got a little carried away, and I didn’t realize we were walking right into your room. You know how one thing leads to another and we just-”

“Enough alright!” you snapped cutting him off “I fought the entire night to get the fucking images out of my mind and the sounds you two were making was not helping at all!” you slammed the fridge shut and Dean didn’t say a word for a moment.

“I’m sorry” he mumbled afer a long pause.

“For the love of, stop saying you’re sorry! We both know you’re not Dean!” you fumed, bumping shoulders with him as you decided to leave the kitchen. Just the memory of the previous night made your stomach turn and the thought of food was completely unappealing.

At this point you at least werent talking about the fact that he was banging the chick on your bed but the fact that he was with her in the first place. You thought that by now he’d have realized that he meant more than just a normal roommate would but he had no idea.

You had been best friends ever since you were little and when you went to college you decided it would be fun to share a room. Being roommates with Dean Winchester seemed like a dream coming true because of the perks it had, one of which was being able to see him shirtless or out of the shower with just a towel very often without it being weird because you had walked in on him or something. That along with the occasional bed sharing was all you’d ever need.

What are you doing?” a voice was heard behind you with a chuckle as you let a small whine, turning around to face the person. Not that you didn’t know who it was already.

What does it look like? Am ‘bout to sleep.” you mumbled sleepily; having spent the entire day on the library for your project really took a toll on you.

He laughed shaking his head, as you couldn’t help but admire the way his muscles flexed when he wore that black shirt and came to sit next to your laying form “On my bed?” he smirked as you paused for a moment; taking a look around you.

Oops” you mumbled, shrugging but still too tired to move.

You’re so fucking adorable.” he mumbled, running a hand through your hair; tucking a few strands behind your ear and a small smile tugged at your lips. If only you had gotten a look on the expression on his face you would certainly be blushing.

Come on-” he whispered in a low voice “Scoot over.”

D” you mumbled “I’m too tired-”

I’m not asking you to get up, beans.” he chuckled, helping you move “Just move a little bit.” he said and willed yourself to move just a few inches as you shortly afterwards felt the bed dip and Dean lay next to you.

You could sleep on my bed you know, don’t have a problem.” you mumbled yawning and he chuckled, shaking his head.

Nah I’d much rather be here, it’s the most comfortable place on Earth for me from every aspect.” he whispered and you felt a kiss on your forehead. You opened your eyes just a little bit to look at him, your heart skipping a beat at how beautiful he looked under the moonlight.

Your bed?” you whispered and he grinned softly.

Your arms.” he replied and you grinned softly, feeling your cheeks heat up as you slowly snuggled closer to him, moving your head to rest it on his chest as he wrapped his arms firmly around you.

You’re such a softie, you know that roomie?” you mumbled and his chest vibrated as he laughed.

Only for my roomie.” he said with a small grin and you only sighed in content, tangling your legs with his.

I love you, you know that?” you whispered in the haze of your almost sleep.

I know” his voice sounded more serious “I love you too.”

After some time you decided to rent a small house to be more comfortable, which was a bit of disappointment because you no longer shared a room and you didn’t have the excuse you used to but still was great because- who wouldn’t want to wake up to Dean Winchester cooking breakfast for them every morning?

But of course there came the drawbacks as well. Such as him bringing girls over at night, something he didn’t do before because you were in the bed right next to his. However this mere problem was enough to set you on edge and make you angry for the rest of the week if not month.

“What? (Y/n)- (Y/n)!” he shouted after you as he rushed to catch up with you “(Y/n), wait damn it!”

“What Dean, what?!” you screamed in his face, not caring at all. You’ve had enough with him. It was one thing watching him flirt with other women but bringing them over to your shared house? You weren’t going to tolerate that.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” he breathed out watching your expression, studying you.

“Of course you don’t know, do you?” you huffed, rolling your eyes with a shake of your head.

“What am I supposed to know (Y/n)?” he frowned deeply and huffed.

“Doesn’t matter Dean, doesn’t matter.” you shook your head with a sigh finally more tired than angry at him.

“No!” he grabbed your arms and made you face him again “I apologized for sleeping in your bed with her but I explained it was a mistake yet you still are angry at me. It’s not about it, is it?”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. You tell me (Y/n).” he crossed his arms over his chest “Are you… are you jealous?”

“Wh-what?!” your voice rose an octave as he only kept a stern look on his face. Stern but expecting, as if he was almost eager to hear your answer.

“Why would I be jealous?”

“I don’t know.” he shrugged softly “You are the one that should tell me.” he said more softly and you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“No Dean.” you pursed your lips “I shouldn’t be the one to tell you. You should be the one to tell- from the first fucking moment! You’ve known me for years, for years Dean, you know everything about me. Hell you know what I will do before I even think about doing it yet you are so fucking blind when it comes to this that it infuriates me! Yes, that’s what makes me angry the most. But if you are such a fucking idiot and won’t see it- I am not going to tell you the truth. You figure it out yourself!” you growled, pushing him away as he stared at you with what could be only described as a hurt expression.

“(Y/n)-” he started softly but the glare you shot him made him press his lips in a thin line.

“No, you don’t get to (Y/n) me!” you pointed a finger at him “If you want it to be this way Winchester then so be it! Go sleep with all of my coworkers in my room for all I care. If you can’t see what my problem really is… there is no point of living in the same house whatsoever.” you breathed out, shaking your head.

“What?”

The Right Words (Davey x Reader)

W/C: 1261

@musi-xals requested some Davey but I needed a soulmate AU so HEERE YOU GO

Dedicated to Kelly, @earlyjunes, @sincerlyyme, and the rest of my Davey lovers out there!!

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As a Newsie, former student, and avid reader, Davey Jacobs knew just how important the right words were. He understood that words held the key to things like a sharp mind and a happy heart.

Despite this, he always found himself boggled and frustrated by the single word on his wrist: your name.

It was bold, typewriter font. It reminded him of a headline, the headline of the most interesting and intricate story. He liked to think that he’d sell fresh out of that story, even if he bought every issue himself just to read about you again. Davey liked to trace the familiar letters with his finger under the dinner table, or sing your name under his breath as he stood on the street selling newspapers.He imagined doing things that he’d read young men do in novels. He wanted to buy you flowers, and take you out dancing, and take you by the waist and kiss you softly.

Only if you liked that kind of thing, though.

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“Please, [name]. Just go buy the bread and then you can come right home and plop back into your chair. It would be a big help,” your mother begged. With a nod, you headed out with your novel under your arm- leaving the house without a good book was almost taboo, in your eyes.

It was nice outside, and not too busy on the street. You enjoyed the quiet as opposed to the usual bustling city sounds.

“You know, I really do hope you like to read, David,” you smiled to yourself, peering at your wrist as you opened to a random page. “It would be an absolute shame if you didn’t.” You giggled. You liked to imagine what your soulmate was like. Did he like picnics? Was he tall? How did he feel about eggnog? Was he a cat or a dog person?

Your mind was clouded with such thoughts as you walked along the sidewalk and read. Your parents scolded you for such a thing, but you knew you had it under control.

“Miss, watch out!” A young man warned suddenly, and you looked up at him. Time seemed to slow as you met his eyes before shutting your own, feeling yourself fall before coming to an abrupt stop.

“I’ve got you, miss. You can open your eyes.” The boy stood you upright, keeping his hand on your back.

You opened your eyes slowly, and he gave you two thumbs up. His eyes were soft and brown, warm and inviting. You could have gotten lost in them easily.

“Oh, Pride and Prejudice, huh?” He read the cover as he picked up your book and his newspapers, which he’d dropped as he went to catch you. “It’s quite the read,” he rubbed the back of his neck with an eager nod.

“Quite,” you repeated, happy to see someone who shared your taste in literature.

“I love novels like that. Then again, I really do enjoy an adventure from right here in New York. I guess it always has been the place where dreams come true, don’t you think, miss?” He took a solemn glance at the newspapers in his hand before shoving them in his bag.

“For some people, I guess. And please, call me [name],” you insisted.

The boy’s heart fluttered. That name. It sounded so much prettier rolling off of your tongue than any of the million times he’d sounded it out himself. Like an angel choir or a piano in a foyer.

But how was Davey to know that you were his soulmate? Anyone on the street could have that name, hypothetically speaking. Maybe the statistics didn’t make it extremely probable, but he knew it was possible. “I’m Davey,” he tipped his cap, studying your face for a reaction. You simply nodded, repeating the name in your head. It was close. So, so close.

“Nice to meet you, Davey,” you smiled politely.

The two of you stood in silence for a second, but as Davey went to fill it, he was interrupted by a small boy that had come running up to him.

“I’ve just sold my last pape!” He beamed.

“Its been a rough day, Les. I’ve still got four left.” Davey frowned, obviously discouraged by the fact.

“I’ve got it, big bro,” Les reassured, digging into his bag with a toothy grin and a wave before scurrying off.

“What a cutie!” You giggled, watching him fake pout at a man.

“Try living with him,” Davey chuckled. “Now, I should be getting home. Les works quick,” he started rummaging through his bag, pulling out a little book. “Try this,” he smiled.

You turned it over in your hands. It was The Count of Monte Christo.

“Wow… thank you. How will I return it to you?”

“I’m out here selling papers each and every day. Shouldn’t be that difficult. I’ve also got friends all over these streets. Just ask around for Davey Jacobs,” he nodded with a warm smile.

“Then I’ll see you around, Davey Jacobs.”

“It was nice meeting you, [name]”

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You’d gotten the bread, and were comfortably curled up in your favorite chair. As Pride and Prejudice came to an end, you couldn’t help but glance at the book still sticking out of your bag. An amused smile graced your lips as you picked it up, fingers dancing along the spine. It was clear to see that Davey kept his books in a good condition, as they should be. You knew he’d make a great soulmate to some beautiful girl someday. He just wasn’t yours, it seemed.

You opened it to the inside cover, and you could have sworn your breath hitched. In the top left corner, it was neatly written in beautiful cursive.

David Jacobs

You let that sink in, trying to interpret what it meant. David was a common name. If you were his soulmate, wouldn’t he have said something when you introduced yourself? It just didn’t add up. And yet, you felt it. You felt the need to go see him. To hold him. To love him. You began formulating a plan to see him tomorrow, and the image of his gentle eyes and kind smile were burned into your busy mind.

The next morning, you set out on the streets of New York. You really didn’t think it would be as easy as it was, but there he stood on the street corner, fidgeting as he tried to sell the stack of newspapers in his arms.

“Could I have a paper?” You giggled, holding out a dime.

“[Name],” Davey gaped. His heart felt warm, and it showed. “You finished already?” He tilted his head in admiration. He was head over heels for you, and was set on you being his for the rest of time.

“Much better. I’ve got you a headline, it’ll sell those papers like hotcakes.” You took a step closer, making the boy confused. “This just in: David Jacobs unites with his soulmate, and they live happily ever after!” you gush, pulling up your sleeve and holding it out for him to see.

Davey binked once. Twice.

“Can I kiss you, miss?” He bit his lip, shifting a little.

You nodded, and next thing you knew, his soft lips touched yours. He held you gently, newspapers still in his arms, and he was more gentle than a feather on a blanket.

“This….I think this is my new favorite story,” Davey caught his breath, kissing his name on your wrist.

Trapped

Word Count: 2558

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of claustrophobia and fear of the dark, panic attack

A/N: Unbeta’d. All mistakes are mine.

Written for @deansleather ‘s 31 days of Halloween Challenge. My prompt was darkness. 


“You can’t just walk away and not tell me where you’re going, Y/N.” Your bodyguard, Will, chastised you some more and you held the phone away from your ear, rolling your eyes. This happened at every public event, every single time you went outside without him. You really didn’t need one at all but everyone insisted you had one and so you got stuck with one. This was a charity Halloween party where most of the guests were other actors you knew. You really didn’t see the sense in your bodyguard following you here.

“Look, Will, I went outside for 10 minutes. I’m coming back in now.” You sassed and slammed the end call button on your phone, swinging the glass door open and walking back inside the hotel. You’d always wanted to act. The job on Supernatural had been a dream come true. What you didn’t like was the constant barrage of security around you. You felt it was unnecessary and not a very welcome sight for the fans to see. You could defend yourself if needed, you were well trained, which was part of the reason Supernatural had signed you on in the first place.

You hastily made your way to the elevator and slammed the button repeatedly, like it would make the elevator show up faster. “Hey, Y/N/N. Nice costume.” Crap. That voice could only belong to Jensen, the last person you wanted to be stuck on a 20-floor elevator ride with. It wasn’t that you didn’t like him. Not at all. It was that you liked him too much. You weren’t sure how to act around him without making a fool of yourself or making him think you hated him. Working with him and having to kiss him was bad enough, add to that all the conventions and public events you had to do together, you couldn’t help but feel awkward.

“Um…Hey, Jensen.” You turned to look at him, noticing he was dressed as a pirate too. If someone didn’t know any better, it would look like you dressed in a couples costume and came together on purpose. Perfect.

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DEAR EVAN HANSEN LYRIC STARTERS ! 
     feel free to change any pronouns & such & make it more like your muse would say it, if you need to ! <3

“ have you been writing those letters to yourself? ”
“ dear ____, today’s gonna be a good day & here’s why…”
“ can we try to have an optimistic outlook, huh? ”
“ can we buck up just enough to see the world won’t fall apart? ”
“ we’re not giving up before we’ve tried. ”
“ this year, we make a new start. ”
“ perfect. ”
“ i’m proud of you already. ”
“ another stellar conversation for the scrapbook. ”
“ i’m kinda coming up empty. ”
“ does anybody have a map? ”
“ anybody maybe happen to know how the hell to do this? ”
“ i don’t know if you can tell, but this is just me pretending to know. ”
“ i need a clue. ”
“ the scary truth is i’m flying blind. ”
“ i’m making this up as i go. ”
“ you are not missing the first day. ”
“ i already said i’d go tomorrow. ”
“ he doesn’t listen. ”
“ look at him, he’s probably high.”
“ he’s definitely high. ”
“ each days another wrong turn. ”
“ i’ve learned to slam on the brake before i even turn the key. ”
“ give them no reason to stare. ”

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When I was 17, from a kinda terrible home, newly out as Trans, and hugely angsty, Anthony Head took me into his life, and for the first time I was made to feel that I was worth something, he told me that he believed in me and that I should follow my dreams.

He then proceeded to spend the next few years proving those were not empty words. Now I just turned 20, I know that I’m loved, and I followed my dreams. I’m studying at university, a national award winning poet, and this is the dedications page of my second book:

Trust me when I say, life gets better. So much better. And dreams, they can certainly come true.

Imagine embarrassing yourself in front of Sebastian and Chris.

A/N: This is a request from @california-grown I tried to steer towards Seb, but I couldn’t help myself. 😆

Sebastian had the habit of going for a run every morning whenever he was back home in New York. His runs may not have been at the same location each day, but it was always at 5:00AM. Chris had the same habit wherever he went; 5:00AM runs to keep his body finely tuned. Since Chris was in New York for his broadway show, he stopped running alone and ran with Sebastian instead. The two friends liked running at the crack of dawn as there were less people up and about. They didn’t have to worry about fans or paparazzi chasing them down, they could just be. You had that same want, to just be without eyes on you. You weren’t famous, just a girl who liked being alone. And each morning, you’d wake at 5:00Am to go on a bike ride. You enjoyed biking through your favorite city, and you did so before the city came to life so you wouldn’t have to deal. You seemed to be good at embarrassing yourself in front of strangers, and apparently you were better at it in front of famous actors. You didn’t know it yet, but you were about to find out. Unfortunately for you, Central Park didn’t just cater to your 5:00AM needs.

You liked listening to music when you rode, and seeing as there wasn’t anyone else around when you rode- you played it out loud on your little portable speaker. As you paddled through the park, you sang along to Ne-Yo’s version of ‘Friend Like Me’. You were a total Disney fanatic with playlist upon playlist of soundtracks and covers of said soundtracks from all your favorite Disney movies. Your thoughts easily drifted off with the melodies as you sang, hummed, or mouthed along to the music. Like today, you were so lost in the music that you didn’t notice Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans running in the opposite direction towards you.

Now those two weren’t just actors, they were two of your favorite actors. Just yesterday, you were knee-deep in a Captain America movie marathon which then transpired into a Sebastian Stan/Chris Evans movie marathon. You watched ‘The Bronze’, ‘The Martian’, ‘What’s Your Number’, and ‘Gifted’. It was almost ridiculous how much you admired them both. In fact, you’d been been dying to have a run-in with Sebastian Stan since you moved to New York. Now there they were and you were too busy singing to notice. That was until-

“Nice song choice.” Chris called, smiling brightly as he and Sebastian jogged towards you.

The first thing you did upon hearing another human’s voice was immediately stop singing. The second, you returned to reality and noticed how handsome the two approaching were. Even at a distance with their faces hidden under the shadow of their baseball caps, you could tell. The one who spoke to you was in a black NASA cap, and the other who was yet to speak was a navy blue Todd Snyder cap. Now these were their trademarks items, items you should’ve noticed considering you were in their fandom. But no, once again you were too busy to notice; this time too busy dying of embarrassment because someone had caught you belting out while riding your bike. You were lucky you had a fairly decent voice otherwise it would’ve been even worst.

“Thanks,” you mumbled.

“Have a good day,” Chris said as they jogged past you.

“You too,” you nodded in acknowledgment. “Oh my God,” you mumbled under your breath, wincing. You were about to speed up and paddle as far away from them as you could when realization washed over you. Was that- You glanced over your shoulder and saw that Chris was doing the same with a wide smile. “Chris Ev-” Before you could get his name out, you lost control of your bike.

“Oh fuck!” Chris cussed as he saw you crash your bike, flying over your handle bars and into a bush. Sebastian glanced the way Chris was looking, eyes wide with concern when he saw your bike on the ground. “Shit shit shit,” Chris ran over to help you with Sebastian right on his heel. “Hey, Genie.” He didn’t know your name and you’d been listening to ‘Friend Like Me’; it seemed appropriate. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” You whimpered as you curled up into a ball, covering your face with your hands. The fall was painful, yes, but it didn’t compare to the pain of your new found embarrassment. “Just- um- just leave me here.” You said, and immediately, almost simultaneously- Chris and Sebastian cocked their heads, eyeing you with a lot of confusion. “Fuck me,” you cussed at yourself under your breath, wincing when you realized they’d heard you.

“Doing it behind a bush might lead to an arrest, don’t you think?” Chris joked as he held out his hand; Sebastian snickered, walking over to your bike to pick it off the ground. “C’mon,” Chris beckoned for your hand with a quick bend of his fingers when he saw you peeking at him through your fingers. “What kind of guy would I be if I just leave you here?”

“A guy who doesn’t want to embarrass me more than I’ve already embarrassed myself?” You answered then managed a soft chuckle when Chris laughed, reaching down to grab the hand you wouldn’t give him. “Thanks,” you said when he helped you to your feet. “This is not how I imagined my first meeting with Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan to go.” You admitted, drawing chuckles from both guys.

“At least you know we’ll remember you.” Chris teased, gently picking the small twigs and dried leaves from your hair. You blushed, sweeping your slightly grazed hands on your yoga pants. “Do you need to sit?” He asked when he saw you try to take a step and wince. “C’mon Genie,” he carefully draped one of your arms around him while one of his wrapped around your waist. “Let’s get you to a bench.”

“What’s your name?” Sebastian asked, pushing your bike as he followed behind the two of you. “I think you’d much rather we use your name than ‘Genie’, right?” Both smiled when you laughed softly, introducing yourself as Chris sat you down. “Well, Y/N. We’d introduce ourselves, but I have a feeling you already know who we are.” They tried not to laugh when Sebastian said that. It didn’t take you long to work out that they knew the reason you’d crashed your bike.

“Can we please pretend like I didn’t crash my bike because I saw Chris Evans?”

“I would, but I don’t think I want to,” Chris smiled. “It’s quite flattering, I mean- that’s the kind of thing you see in movies.” He teased and you buried your burning face in your hands. “I never thought I’d get to experience that in real life, I can check that off my bucket list now.” He shot you a quick wink when you looked up; your cheeks turned a deep red and you bit back your smile. “In all seriousness,” he chuckled, descending to his knees in front of you. “Are you okay?” He washed his gaze over you, trying to look for injuries. “Do you need to go to the hospital?”

“I think she just needs a first aid kit,” Sebastian interjected and you nodded in agreement. You both shared a look, trying not to laugh at Chris’ dramatization of your fall. “Is your place far from here?” He asked you and you shook your head, pointing in the direction of your apartment block. You lived about fourteen minutes away, at the Lennox Hill Apartments. “Do you mind if we walk you back?”

“Do I mind?” You laughed. “Um- no, that’d be like a- a weird dream come true.” They both laughed. “But you don’t have to, I’m honestly fine.” You got to your feet, trying to prove to them you were fine so you didn’t take up more of their time. “I can wa- ow!” Chris caught you by the elbow before you fell again; it appeared you’d hurt your ankle. “It’s noth- ow, ow.” You couldn’t even put pressure on your right foot, so it clearly wasn’t nothing. “I’ll be fine.” You forced a smile, trying to tear up at the searing pain in your foot slowly making its way up your leg.

“You’re very stubborn, aren’t you?” Chris observed, the corners of his mouth quirked.

“Stubbornness is probably my most prominent attribute other than clumsiness, yes,” you nodded.

“You’re also very cute, so,” Chris chuckled, forcing your arm back around him as he looped an arm around you waist. You couldn’t believe Chris Evans had just called you cute; your smile reached your eyes as he made you lean against him. “Let me know if the pain’s too much,” he told you as the three of you started walking in the direction of your apartment block.

“Why’s that?” You raised an eyebrow.

“So I can carry you, silly,” he as a matter of fact.

“Yeah,” you laughed nervously, “I’m not going to let you do that.”

“Why not?” Sebastian teased with a smirk. “Wouldn’t that be another weird dream come true?”

You felt your lips part as you tried to think of something to say to defend yourself from Sebastian playful teasing, but you couldn’t think of anything. You always thought you were witty, and that you could be if ever you met them so you could leave a bit of an impression. But nope, you were not witty; you were a dumbfounded, blushing idiot.

“Leave Y/N alone, Seb,” Chris reached over you and smacked his friend’s arm, laughing.

Sebastian looked over at Chris, smirking at him behind your back. His eyes asked if Chris was going to do the same after they got you safely back to your apartment, or if he was going to ask for your number and take you out. Sebastian could tell you’d left an impression with your pretty face and adorable singing. You wouldn’t have crashed your bike if Chris didn’t turn around, and he’d only turned around because of you. Chris wouldn’t admit it, but he was glad you crashed your bike.

“Lennox Hill Apartments, right?” Sebastian asked and you nodded, eyeing him curiously as he got on your bike. Before you could ask what he was doing, he explained, “I figured I’ll check if your bike is still working. Anyway,” Sebastian threw another smirk Chris’ way. “See the two of you back there,” he called as he rode away.

“Is Sebastian Stan what you expected him to be?”

“I never really expected either of you to be anything but nice, so- yeah, I guess so.” You looked up at Chris and raised a brow when you saw he was already smiling at you. “What?” You asked then chuckled when he shook his head. “Yeah, right,” you bit playfully. “You’re probably coming up with an anecdote based on today’s incident,” you accused, making him laugh.

“I was actually wondering if you’d have breakfast with me, but okay,” he shrugged nonchalantly, laughing when an “oh” escaped you. You didn’t know how to come back from that. Was there an offer, and could you still accept it or would it be weird now? You realized it was the former when he asked, “how do you feel about pancakes?” He smiled when you did, nodding.

“I love pancakes.”

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Smoulder- Epilogue

Summary: Remember when this was a oneshot and it turned into a 160k fic which took almost a year to write? Lol *sobs because it’s over*

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Smoulder- Epilogue

“If you don’t stop twitching your leg, I’m going to break it.”

Adrien paused at Nathanael’s warning. A brief pause. A second’s pause.

He tried to contain himself. He really did.

A moment later, and completely subconsciously, he began to fiddle with his seat tray.

Nathanael groaned.

“Sorry, sorry,” Adrien apologised hurriedly, fully aware of just how irritating he was being. “I’m just nervous.”

Nathanael grinned at that.

“Really? Nervous?” he replied, tone as dry at the recycled plane air surrounding them. Quietly, he folded his own tray open, so that he had somewhere to sketch. “I had no idea banana-boy.”

“Don’t be mean tomato-head,” Adrien whined, flopping face-first onto the tiny plane window. “I’m trying my best to not be a pain.”

“Do or do not, there is no try.”

Eschewing his own internal dilemmas, Adrien shot up, a sunlit beam brightening his face.

“You quoted it!” he cried, throwing his arms around a reluctant Nathanael. “I knew you liked Star Wars! I knew it!”

“I never said I didn’t,” Nathanael responded coyly, tapping his pencil to Adrien’s nose before bringing it to his mini-sketchbook again. Overcome by curiosity, and a need for distraction, Adrien took a quick peak at what he was drawing. A fluffy tail. Some kind of wolf maybe? Or a fox? Maybe a cat? Adrien wasn’t sure from the angle he was staring. “I just didn’t have any interest in seeing it before being made to by my roommate. My roommate who is, inconceivably, nerdier than I am.”

“Did Louis know? I bet he would’ve had something to say. Or shriek. Louis shrieks a lot,” Adrien mused, scratching the back of his head as he was still restless. “Well if he doesn’t your secret’s safe with me. What happens in London stays in London.”

“True- and you know it’s never come up. The Star Wars thing,” Nathanael replied with a small smile, his eyes distant. It was a look Adrien had come to know well over the past year. He’d dubbed it Nathanael’s ‘dream face’.

Having realised the horrendous London rent prices were worse than that of Paris (how was that possible?) Adrien had quickly asked Nathanael move in with him and his friend had jumped at the chance. Adrien couldn’t blame him, he’d seen Nathanael’s old place. The mould on the wall had looked like a demented clown and it still gave him nightmares.

They’d been roommates the entire year.

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Tables Turn

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

~ EXO!Gangsters/Mafia

~ Junmyeon x (she)reader

~ Inspiration to one of @wonho-ful-reactions pieces of work, thank you :) x


Being married to the leader of the EXO aka Asia’s biggest and most feared mafia gang had its perks: nice car, nice house, traveling, respect from others, and a nice life overall. Except the reason that you were here in the first place… Junmyeon. You have no choice in this marriage, Junmyeon wanted you for himself, all for himself. If only he could get the same message.


You didn’t want to admit it but you were jealous, girls and boys practically throw themselves towards Junmyeon and the other EXO members, some of them gladly respond but the thought of Junmyeon with someone else sickened you to the core.


A soft voice pierced your thoughts. “(Y/N)?”


You jumped slightly at the noise and came back from your imagination. “Sorry, I was just thinking about tonight.”


The maidservant smiled as she set out your outfit for the evening, a long pearly white dress with a silver belt decorated with beautiful gems and diamonds; paired with bedazzled shoes to match. “Mr Junmyeon will love to see you in this dress, my lady.”


You nodded in response and turned back to your dressing table. The maidservant walked over to you and began to work her magic. Slowly taking pieces of your freshly washed hair and creating a small plaited bun on the back of your head. Usually you would have another person to do your hair and makeup, however Charlotte is talented in those areas, despite her being just a servant.


“There… finished,” She said proudly. You closely into the mirror beside you and saw her wonderful creation. You looked beautiful, even if it was hard to admit.


Charlotte’s eyes frantically went from your hair to the reflection, back and forth, back and forth. “So… do you like it?” She asked hesitantly, grasping her hands tightly together.


“Yes, I love it.” You smiled back. She breathed a huge sigh of relief. “Now let’s get you dressed.”


You gently walked down the long steps into the front foyer, holding onto the banister for support in your tall heels. There were many people waiting in the huge room for transportation to arrive to then be whisked away to the ball. However, Junmyeon was nowhere to be seen. Your bottom lip protrudes slightly in sadness, even if your husband did annoy you most of the time, you did miss him. Especially on a night like this, these balls were infamous for hosting great mafia gangs and groups alike, it was an evening filled with trades, deals, and negotiating; in an orderly fashion.


You feel a warmth on your shoulder. Jongdae greeted you in a tight embrace. As if he read your mind he says, “Junmyeon hyung is going to meet us at the ball, he had some work to deal with.”


If you had a penny for each time you heard that, you would be able to take over the mafia yourself. Jongdae noticed your sudden drop in mood and gave you a reassuring smile. You liked Jongdae a lot, and the other EXO members too, but Jongdae knew about your jealously and love/hate about Junmyeon, he’s the only one you trust with such secret information.


“Come on babe, let’s go.” Jongdae said holding out his arm for you to grasp.


You snorted at his words, “My husband would kill you if he heard you say that.”


You’d seen some amazing things in your life but this place was unforgettable. A tall singular chandelier hung from the ceiling, the light coming through projected rainbow patterns onto the decorated walls. The humongous room was filled to the brim with people, all dressed to their best. A soft tune of jazz echoed in the background which had people slowly swaying too. This place screamed the life of luxury and lavishness.


After taking in the beauty of the setting, you focused yourself onto one thing. Junmyeon. Jongdae said he was here… where is he??


You squeezed through the crowd and bumped into people but he was nowhere to be seen. You had even asked rival gang member Namjoon from BTS if he had seen your husband, you received no answer.


You huffed out in frustration and brought your hand to your hurting head. You needed a breath of fresh air to calm your senses. You made your way towards the back entrance, which overlooked the gardens to the mansion. Even during the dark night, it still looked beautiful.


The cold evening air prickled your skin as you walked towards a rock bench. You plopped yourself down and looked at your surroundings. Your eyes scanned the setting. People, people, another bench, more people, Junmyeon, a plant, even more people… wait… Junmyeon??


You blinked your eyes in shock and tried to focus on the figure in the distance. He was stood with a woman, who was wearing a tight black dress. She was clearly trying to get his attention, showing off her long legs, flashing a toothy smile. You were used to this kind of stuff, it happens on a daily. You sighed at her attempt.


You start to make your way over to your husband for a strong word to word when you’re stopped in your tracks. He was… smiling at her. Laughing at her jokes. Looking her up and down like a piece of meat. He was liking the attention he was being given. This was your worst nightmare. Your heart shattered. Your gasped at the scenery so loud it alerted Junmyeon. Abruptly, he averted his eyes to meet your broken ones. His face went blank, guilt rushed over.


You ran from the scene with tears biting at your eyes. You dashed towards the next empty vehicle, not stopping despite the shouts from your husband behind you.


“Take me home please.” You said quickly to the driver, slamming the car door.


“Which house ma’am?” He questioned looking at you through the rear-view mirror.


“The EXO house.” You sighed.


Once you saw your bed, you collapsed onto it and burst into tears. Everything was coming up to that one moment, all your jealous thoughts had been true. You tried so hard to deny your love for Junmyeon, despite all the love he gave you. Seeing him looking at someone sparked this emotion you had never felt for him before. If only you knew this sooner. Now here you are, enveloped by your tears and dirty tissues. Welling over your husband you now only love due to jealously and envy. Oh, how the tables turn…


“(Y/N)?”


You know that voice so well.


You couldn’t bear to look at him, you were torn between punching him straight in the jaw or tackling him to the bed in kisses. Best to look away…


Junmyeon sighed and rested himself next to you on the bed. His dark eyes showed concern and sadness.


He gently placed his hand onto yours and rubbed slow circles onto your thumb.


“(Y/N)… I am so sorry for what I did.” You didn’t respond. “But I had to.”


What?…


Your head quickly snapped up to look at him in confusion. “What do you mean you had to?” Your words turning slowly more sinister as each syllable was spoken.  


Junmyeon chuckled slightly and moved his lips to your forehead, a soft kiss. He pulls away. “Blame Jongdae.” He said smirking “He told me everything.”


You couldn’t help but smile a little. “Remind me to never tell anyone anything around here.”


Junmyeon’s smile grew wider and he kissed you again on the cheek. Hand placed on the lower part of your back.


You turned to look at your husband. For the first time in years you look at him with love. This is all Junmyeon could ever ask for, his dream had come true.
You both leant forwards to embrace in a passionate kiss. You were finally both happy, with each other. Forever and always.


One, two, three

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader.

Summary/Prompt: The first time you meet him, he’s fun. The second time, he’s amazing. The third time you realize he’s the most dangerous man in the universe. A chronology of a story that was never meant to be but that happened anyway.

Warnings: Alcohol, swearing, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it).

A/N: I want to thank my baby for giving me a prompt to work on. This is over 5.6k words so bear it with me, would you? Feedback is love, feedback is life.


Originally posted by loveironman

The first time you meet him, he’s fun. 1988.

First days of school were always terrible for you, not to mention that this one in particular seemed a lot harder than the usual first days. Further studies were always a dream you had, and everyone in your family hoped you’d get into a good school; even though your field of choice was not their favorite option, it was better than nothing. Engineering was your passion and even though you once loved dolls, make up and all those things parents feed they baby girls, they were not enough to take your heart away from your true passion, and the MIT was the place where your wildest dreams would come true. All of them.

You got inside the classroom, and you’d lie if you said you were surprised to see how many men were around you. And being the only woman in the room was even less surprising, but you were not standing small. You searched on the list hanging from the door to see if there was any other fellow female, but nope. You were the only one, and you were focused on being the best, not even Tony Stark could beat you. Wait—Tony Stark? Oh shit, this was gonna be fun.

You sat in the last row of the auditorium, near the stairs, and funny enough, you found a slouched body next to you. It never spoke a word and as you still had a few minutes before the professor arrived, you took out your notebook and started to sketch some doodles on the first page. Apparently, it caught the stranger’s attention, because he tried to start a small conversation.

“That’s cute, you should be in art class.”

“And apparently you need someone who cares about your opinion.” You shot back, not looking at him.

He giggled almost in amusement. “I’m Tony—Tony Stark. Nice to meet you”

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N),” you nodded calmly, “nice to meet you too.” You replied, trying to be cool about him.

He awkwardly thanked you for not freaking out, and you spoke for about most of the class; well, except when the professor called out on both of you. He was fun, charming and what was most important to you, he was very smart. But not the kind of book smart. He was someone with a great sense of humor and he was a great story teller. Even though you didn’t hear a thing about the class, you did learn a thing or two about the millionaire guy sitting next to you. He was not as spoiled as you thought he was, and you realized that you were prejudging him for his last name, a thing that probably he had been through a hundred times.

“You know…” you murmured, “I thought you were a brat, but you’re actually really nice.”

“Why does everyone keep saying that?” He chuckled and shook his head.

“Maybe because you look like an ass? Just… try to smile and you’ll see how people change towards you.”

“So… may I borrow your notes?” Tony asked innocently, looking at your filled page. Even though you had not paid much attention to the professor, you still picked up some great details.

“Fuck you.”

With time, and as you saw in each other great study partners, you became fonder of his presence. He was so incredibly rich that he had a place on his own and even a maid, whom was very nice and always tried to slip out her preference for you and what great good you had done to Tony. You only laughed at it because Tony wasn’t really bad, he just needed to come down from his cloud.

You stayed there long, sleepless nights that were filled by tired groans, feelings of defeat and non-stopping cups of coffee. Tony Stark, the richest kid of your class, had seen you in your worst moments and you couldn’t care less. Even her maid –he called her his nanny—Margarita, seemed to be very fond of you and always had something delicious when you were going home. Sometimes, when Tony headed to your place, he brought some kind of edible gift, courtesy of Margarita, of course.

As months started to go by, it wasn’t a rare thing when everyone said you looked great together, but your reaction was to wrinkle your nose in disgust. You never thought about Tony in that way, but you did think about how sex would be with him. He surely was one of those rick kids that fucked everything with a vagina, and for some reason, he was just naturally good at it. A few weeks went by before you could put the idea into words, and so you broke the news to him one day.

“Stark, do you consider me your friend?” You asked. It had been a long day of studying and you both had given up on reading anything else. You were at his place, lying on his bed next to him. Even though Margarita was still around, she was very discrete and never asked personal things unless she felt completely entitled to; she knew things, she was like a bruja, but you appreciated her a lot anyway. Tony hummed and nodded in response. “Have you ever thought about me as something else?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, “I mean, we spend a lot of time together but you’ve never given me that hint.”

“So you have?” You asked again.

“Yeah? I don’t know.” He shook his head in confusion. “You’re great, and I do consider you my friend… but you’re just too good to be with a guy like me. I’m a fucking mess.” He giggled.

“Agreed,” you chuckled, “but… what if I told you… that we could have sex just for fun?”

“Would our friendship be ruined?” He looked at you with a skeptical eyebrow raised. You shook your head. “Just sex?” You nodded. “What if one of us start to feel something?”

“We’ll be as honest as we have always been.” You assured him.

You didn’t do it immediately; in fact, you two were just too exhausted to even think about having sex, so you just hummed in agreement. But, after a night of studying and cuddling –and a bit of drinking—you two were at your place for a change, and things started to get all heated up real soon. In just a few minutes Tony was devouring you whole. Well, it was not that good; you had way higher expectations, but he was not so bad either.

“Good night, Tony.” You lazily said and wrapped yourself with the blankets.

“Good night, gorgeous.” He replied, nuzzling at your neck and giving you a quick kiss on your hot skin.

You fell asleep in his arms and had the best night of sleep in a very long time.

The next morning, he was not there anymore; he was nowhere to be found. The next few days he ignored you and pretended like nothing ever happened, not even your friendship. The last time you saw Tony Stark, was when he held a blonde in his arms at one of the faculty parties. You tried to play it cool, like you didn’t care, but you did care. You cared a lot. It took you a while to understand what he had done.

He used you.

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