the. most. annoying. couple. ever. i. wanted. to. rip. my. face. off

An Arranged Marriage Chapter 2

Dean Winchester x Reader

1800 Words

Story Summary: An AU of sorts. Where hunter’s have communities, and arrange marriages for their young. Y/N is from the Northwest region, arranged to marry Dean, from the midwest region.

Catch Up Here: Chapter 1

Dean’s POV

Sitting there, in the dark interior of the Impala, I couldn’t keep my eyes off the women curled into the corner of the back seat. She was still wearing her plain wedding dress, her fingers nervously picking at the hem as she stared out the window.

“Y/N, I know this marriage wasn’t of your choosing either. I just want you to know that I’m not going to expect a real marriage. I won’t force you into anything you don’t want. You can have your own room, and if, after a couple of days you still feel the need, you can leave. I won’t come after you, I won’t force you to stay. I want you to be happy, and if that includes staying with us, then you are more than welcome to.” I found myself saying, watching as her wide gaze landed on mine through the rear-view mirror. She hadn’t said much the entire day, and I didn’t blame her either.

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Little One: High School Proms

Reader x Kol Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

Imagine: You and Kol are hooking up at Mystic Falls High School when your siblings, Damon and Stefan, followed up by Klaus and Rebekah Mikaelson, burst in and almost ruin the night.

*Requested: “I love Little One. It would be great if you write the next part. For example a school party. Klaus and Rebekah want to hurt Elena. Stefan and Damon looking for Elena. But they in one of the classrooms found Kol between thighs their sister. They just prefer to each other than family drama.

Oh

So if you had a great time writing the request, may I ask a follow-up romance Salvatore-Mikaelson? I would be delighted :D

Word Count: 1859

“This is so stupid!”

Caroline Forbes, one of Elena’s best friends, had organised a huge event at the Mystic Falls High School to celebrate something you did not bother to know. People were talking about it all over town, most of them going crazy over clothes, shoes, drinks and all that teenage crap. You always found those things extremely lame and boring. But, of course, Damon and Stefan forced you to smile and accept the invitation to go to the party. Ever since they found out about your relationship with Kol Mikaelson, they were following you around, just to make sure you would never be one second alone and go off to meet him.

“Come on, it’ll be fun!” Damon said, winking, and you scoffed. “Look, I like this just as much as you do. But I’m doing it to protect Elena. Klaus is still chasing after her and he could be really dangerous.”

“I know that, Damon, I lived with him for over twenty years.” You said, while putting on a pair of high heels.

The vampire narrowed his electric blue eyes, gazing at you annoyed. Almost as if he did not want to remember you spent so many time with the Mikaelsons.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.” You smiled, spinning around in front of him. “What do you think?”

Damon swiftly lost the angry traits and quirked an eyebrow, analysing your choice of clothing. As you did not care nor have enough time to go shopping, you had to pick one of your old dresses. It was nothing extraordinary, but did a pretty good job on flattering your every curve; plus, the gown had a considerable cleavage. Definitely the kind of dress it would make Kol freak out and be all jealous over you.

“Too sexy for the teenage boys to handle.”

“Well, thank you, mister. You don’t look bad yourself.”

“As much as I love spending time with you, we need get going. It’s almost nine.”

“You’re right.” You giggled. “Off to the car.”

Damon offered his arm and you gladly accepted, marching to the car as a couple of old friends. While he drove to the school, you could not help but think of how much you loved your siblings. Although you hated how overprotective they were, in the end of the day, Damon and Stefan would always have your back, always helping you in anything you needed and understanding your choices, even the ones they did not approve it. Dating Kol was one of those.

You sighed, placing your hands in your knees.

“Are you okay, Y/N?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Why do you look like somebody died or so?”

A laugh came out of your lips and you faced your brother, stroking lightly his face.

“I just missed you. And Stefan too.”

“Who knew Y/N Salvatore had real feelings?”

“Oh, come on Damon! Don’t spoil the moment.”

“I missed you too, sis.” He kissed your cheek. “How about we get inside? If I’m right, things will get wild in a little.”

“Oh, fuck, the blood smells so yummy from here!“ You said, jumping out of the car.

“Just be cautious and don’t let anyone see you, okay?”

“I will, don’t worry.”

Inside, you could see couples dancing to a soft ballad, it was actually kind of cute. It got you remembering how much Kol loved to spin you around and pull you close, singing in your ear. A smile grew in your face and you walked towards the bar, anything with alcohol seemed a great call for the moment. However, before you could get there, a guy stopped you.

“Hi there, gorgeous.”

“Do I know you?” You asked, awkwardly.

“No, I don’t think so. But I’d love to.” He took your hand, kissing it. “I’m James, by the way.”

“I’m Y/N.”

“How about I pay you a drink?”

How about you be my drink?” you thought, flashing a wide smile.

“Sounds nice.”

James turned out to be a nice lad, even though he was definitely not your type. Nearly got you guilty for seducing him just to feed. You had to shake your head to focus on what he was saying and not demonstrate you were annoyed to be there. The only thoughts in your mind were that you had to get him out of the crowd, finally enjoy the time you lost on him by tasting his blood and make it fast enough so your boyfriend would not catch you with him. Kol could be really nasty when he was jealous and, since his siblings, Klaus and Rebekah, were after Elena, the family would probably show up.

“Can we go somewhere private?” You questioned, wearing your best smile.

“Sure. There’s a bunch of empty classes we could use.”

“Great.”

It took only a few minutes to escape the noisy party. The teenage boy placed his hands on your shoulders and kissed your neck. You spun around and faced him. He pulled you closer, squeezing the skin of your waist. You felt like a snake, watching your pray approach to finally attack it.

“You’re so beautiful…”

Before he could lean in and kiss you, somebody ripped him off and threw him on the ground.

“You do not mess with somebody else’s girlfriend, mate!”

Kol!” You yelled, pulling your boyfriend away from the other guy. You knelt before James and looked deep in his eyes, compelling him to stay there and not scream.

“What were you doing with that guy? Why he had his filthy hands on you?”

“I was just going to feed, darling.”

“Did you have to let him touch you?”

“I’m not going to argue with you over this any more. What are you doing here?”

“Guess.”

“Your psycho siblings are after my brother’s girlfriend.”

“Jackpot!” His devilish smirk showed up, as he slowly walked to you to place a kiss on your lips. “I missed you, babe.”

“Me too.”

“So, do you still fancy a drink?”

“Always, honey.”

Kol chuckled and pushed opened one of the classroom, quickly getting inside. With the door completely open, you dragged James through it and sat him on the teacher’s chair. The boy whimpered scared, but the compulsion did not allow him to do any further, just await to a likely death. You parted his legs, placing yourself in the middle and bending to get the best spot on his neck. He smelt so good and the alcohol on his blood would only make it better. Ultimately, you sunk your teeth on him, spilling the red liquid and calming your thirst.

“You look so sexy when you’re feeding, love.“ 

The brown haired Mikaelson caressed your hair, observing closely your movements. Eventually, you dropped the young man, pretty much dead, on the floor and stood up, facing your boyfriend. The blood was dripping, leisurely staining your chin and slithering through your cleavage. You knew how much Kol loved to see you like this: dominant and strong. A lethal weapon against his sanity.

"Don’t you want have a taste?” You whispered in deep, filled with lust, voice.

“Oh yeah.” He replied, claiming your lips with his. “Shit, your mouth tastes so good, darling…”

You only hummed against his mouth, your hands pulling a lock of his hair aggressively. Kol laughed, kissing the soft skin on your neck, his tongue wiping out the traces of blood from it. Your body was way more responsive than usual and a couple of small strangled noises slipped.

“This is not, oh…” He found your wet core, circling small figure eights on it. “Fair!”

Mikaelson stopped the movements beneath your skirt and firmly grabbed your hips, turning you around and bending you against the table. You struggled to breathe, feeling his length hard on you.

“You drive me crazy, Y/N.” He smacked your ass, making you groan. “I just want to fuck you until you’re senseless.”

“Damn it! Stop teasing me!”

“Y/N.” You glanced back, staring at him. “Can you stand up for me?”

“I can try.” Both of you giggled.

Kol gave you a hand, helping you to get back on your feet again. He smashed his lips onto yours one more time before sitting you on the room’s desk.

“Now what are you going to do?”

“Stick my head between your legs and eat you out until you beg.”

“Uh, you had me on the eat out part.”

The sweet chocolate eyed Mikaelson smirked, a hint of mischief infused in his irises. He knelt in front of you, grabbing your feet and rubbing it softly. Small shudders spread across your form. You screwed your eyes shut and let out a girlish moan.

“I want to hear you screaming my name, love.”

“I thought you were supposed to make me beg.”

He opened your legs, kissing your inner thighs. Kol pulled playfully your panties’ waistband, which made you bit your lips. Your core was so warm and wet that got you anxious for his direct touch. It was almost hurting.

“Stop fooling me around, Kol Mikaelson.”

“Couldn’t you wait, love? Such a hurried kitten!”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. Mikaelson took of your knickers and went for it. He darted out his tongue throughout your entrance, suckling your folds and placing delicate kisses on the soft skin. His touch was simply delicious. Kol always got you desiring more and more.

“Oh, Kol.”

“Y/N?” You heard Damon’s voice calling out. “Are you here?”

You have to be kidding me!”

“Y/N?” It was Stefan’s time to reach for you.

Kol stopped what he was doing and raised his look to meet yours. But, before you could say anything, Stefan and Damon bursted into the place. Followed up by Klaus and Rebekah. “Oh, God, why can’t I have sex with my boyfriend? Is this some kind of punishment?”, you thought coming down from the table and facing the astonished look from the trespassers.

“What do you want?”

“We need to find Elena!” Stefan said, worried out and ignoring the whole situation you were in. “She’s gone and doesn’t answer her phone.”

“This is all your fault!”

“I need her, mate. I wouldn’t bloody hurt her.” Klaus retorted Damon’s statement.

“But Rebekah would.”

"Oi! Don’t talk like I’m not here!”

You exchanged a look with Kol. Both of you hated that family drama and could not care less about Elena Gilbert’s whereabouts. You sighed, hearing the fight become louder.

“Can you just shut up?” You yelled, narrowing your eyes. “This is not the place for that kinda argument.”

“But Y/N…”

“For fuck’s sake, I want to shag my boyfriend. Am I asking too much?”

“Ew!” A chorus emitted, whilst frowning. “OK, this is entirely irrelevant.“ Klaus snorted. "Are you going to come with us and look for the doppelgänger?” “I’m sorry, Nik, but I’m with Y/N. I couldn’t care less about Elena Gilbert.”

“So, all of you, leave. Right now.”

You are not bossing me around!” The Original Hybrid growled.“I’ll do what I want.”

“Niklaus, I’m not going to argue with you.”

He raised an eyebrow and Rebekah opened her mouth to say something.

“Nor with you, Rebekah. Now, go off to find Elena or whatever, just leave us out, okay?”

“I’m not leaving you alone with him.” Damon pouted.

“We already had that conversation. He’s my boyfriend, suck it in.”

“But…”

“No “but”! Out of here.“

Kol was standing against the table, arms crossed and a proud grin on his lips. After everyone left, you ran to his arms, hooking your legs around his waist. The man laughed and you kissed him.

"Now, where were we?”

Part Two // Somebody Else [A Stiles Stilinski Story]

Prompt: Stiles broke her heart and now she can never look at him the same. They remained friends, but she can’t exactly find it in herself to truly forgive Stiles and he doesn’t know how to accept her new relationship with the one person he can’t stand. Overtime, they both eventually got over each other… or have they?

Series (collab with @sarcasticallystilinski): Prologue Part One - Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight

Realtionship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader/ Stiles Stilinski x OFC/ Theo Raeken x Reader/ Theo Raeken x OFC

Warnings: Making Out, Erotic Touching, Swearing, and Angst

Word Count: 1,600

Taking a deep breath, Katalina walked into the chemistry lab and already sat in her assigned seat. She didn’t even bother to greet anyone, too embarrassed on how much she spent the night thinking about and missing Stiles. It made her annoyed and so confused, she just couldn’t take it anymore. And, so, with everything she had in her, Katalina tried to push it all down.

“Hey, partner.” A smiling Scott McCall greeted her when she sat next to him at their lab table.

“Hi.” Katalina cleared her throat, her voice a little rough from not using it until now. “Good morning, partner.”

“Good morning.” Scott chuckled, opening his chemistry notebook to get ready for class. “Did you sleep well?”

Katalina sighed at the question, the memories of her constant thinking and nostalgia over her ex had her up the entire night, tossing and turning in her bed. She tried everything she could to sleep. She listened to classical music, she tried reading to tire her eyes out and she even counted sheep, but none of them actually worked. Thank God for Lydia Martin, however, and all of the makeup classes she has ruthlessly given her. Because of her red headed best friend, Katalina was able to cover all of her dark circles with just the right amount of concealer.

“Yeah.” Katalina forced a smile and before she can ask him the same question, the chemistry teacher began teaching his class.

Katalina could feel his gaze on her and it made her skin tingle. He didn’t even try to hide the fact that he was staring at her, Stiles Stilinski has no boundaries and he certainly isn’t ashamed of that. Theo, on the other hand, was also watching her like a hawk. Well, her and Stiles that is. Katalina wasn’t a werewolf or anything supernatural, and yet, she could still sense the jealousy coming off of her boyfriend.

After giving a boring explanation, the teacher handed out an assignment to do and she and Scott immediately got to work. It had something to do with mixing chemicals and Katalina was very thankful that Scott had actually been paying attention, the girl too focused on the stares she was getting from two different people at the same time.

“So, why’d you leave the party so early last night?” Scott asked nonchalantly as he poured a green liquid into another empty test tube.

“Oh, uh, I just felt like going home.” Katalina answered and the werewolf scoffed at her answer.

“Even if I wasn’t a werewolf and could hear your heartbeat increase, I would still know that that lame excuse is clearly a lie.”

“Okay, you know I really hate that you’re always one step ahead of the rest of us, right?” She chuckled, accepting the fact that she just got caught like a deer in headlights.

“I do.” Scott laughed and she laughed along with him before a comfortable silence took over.

The Alpha werewolf cleared his throat and turned to look her straight in the eye with a look of protectiveness and care. Two characteristics Scott always has on and she admired him for that.

“Was it because of Stiles?” He asked, his voice soft and careful not to possibly hurt her.

Katalina just nodded, not really trusting her voice to verbally respond. Scott knows about everything that happened better than anyone else. He knows just how much Stiles truly hurt her and he was the greatest friend Katalina could have at that moment. Scott listened to every word her wounded heart had to say and gave her some of the best advice she had ever heard in her life.

“Did you know that he asks me about you everyday?”

“He does?” Katalina asked, her voice more perky than she expected.

“Yeah, he does.” Scott nodded, giving her a weak smile. “Stiles cares so much about you.”

Katalina’s eyes fell to the floor with that small and, yet, painful statement.

“Yeah, well, someone who cares about you doesn’t use you for their own personal interests.” Katalina scoffed, focusing on her terrible handwriting in their notebook.

“He made a mistake-”

“Scott, we’ve been over this way too many times.” She stated with an exhausted voice, looking back up at him. “How about we just drop it?”

“Okay.” The werewolf swallowed, agreeing with her terms. He didn’t want to push her and make her feel worse than she already did.

“Thank you.”

Class ended soon after Scott finally finished the experiment perfectly. Katalina helped with what she could, but he did most of it. Scott was focusing on his grades more lately, finally knowing how to balance the supernatural with school. It made Katalina proud and happy to see him so invested in his future and not just on the threats that surrounded them all the time.

Once the bell rang, indicating that the students were finally dismissed, Theo immediately made his way towards his girlfriend. He didn’t want Stiles anywhere near her and would do everything in his power to prevent it. The anger on Stiles’ face was so obvious that it wasn’t even necessary to glance at him to know just how furious he was. Theo could smell the chemo signals coming off of the human and he smiled, pleased with himself for causing that.

Stiles grabbed his things and left without even bothering to say a word, his patience too thin to spend any second longer in the same room as Theo Raeken. Katalina watched as he angrily trudged out of the classroom and felt slightly hurt. She just wished things could be like how they used to. She wants to be his friend again and to have him in her life, but everytime she tries to fix things between them, Katalina remembers how he just used her to get to the real girl he had a crush on and it pains her everytime.

“Ready for lunch?” Theo asked his girlfriend, glad Stiles was finally out of the picture.

“Yeah.” She sighed, looking back at him and getting her backpack. “Let’s go.”

The cafeteria was already full of students getting their meals when she and Theo had arrived. They would’ve gotten there earlier, but Theo wanted some alone time with her. Katalina’s pink lipstick smudged on his lips as evidence on just what they were doing before getting there.

Once they got their lunches and sat down at a cafeteria table with their friends, Theo immediately settled his hand on her thigh. She turned to look at him with a confused expression when he rubbed small circles on her bare skin.

Katalina gazed at him with a confused expression, but Theo was too busy looking elsewhere. She didn’t understand why he was being so straight forward, sure they’re very passionate with one another, but they never really show any public displays of affection. It made Katalina nervous and Theo didn’t like to make her uncomfortable in any way.

Her breath hitched in her throat when he slid his hand higher and under the fabric of her skirt. Anxiety rushed through the blood in her veins and she didn’t know whether or not she wanted him to stop. However, the second Theo’s finger lightly touched her over her panties, she knew she wanted him to keep going.

That’s when she noticed just where he was staring at and everything, finally, made sense. Theo was cockily smirking at her ex-boyfriend as Stiles angrily glared back. Everyone sitting at the table didn’t even seem to notice what was going on since they were too focused in their own conversations, but the moment Katalina realized just what Theo was doing, her entire body boiled with rage. It made her so upset that Theo would do such a childish thing just to spark some anger from Stiles.

The tension between the three of them was strong and once Scott, finally, noticed what was going on, Katalina had enough. She roughly grabbed his hand and urgently ripped it away from her body, Theo’s head immediately snapping towards her. Katalina didn’t say anything, she just watched as Stiles smirked to himself and focused on the meal before him.

“Are you okay?” Her boyfriend whispered in a hushed tone into her ear, his breath sending shivers down her body and she cleared her throat before answering.

“Just stop, Theo.”

“Stop what?”

Katalina groaned at his attempts of being innocent and it made her angry just how hard Theo always tries to be the victim and never the one doing the wrong thing.

“Stop trying to make Stiles jealous!” Katalina shouted a little too loudly and everyone snapped their attentions towards the couple. Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment as they watched in awe.

“I’m not trying to make Stiles jealous.” Theo lied right through his teeth and her ex-boyfriend scoffed from across the table. “Well, it was working until you took my hand off your thigh!”

“You’re such a child, Theo.” Katalina shook her head, annoyed at her unbelievable boyfriend.

“And it definitely wasn’t working.” Stiles stated, pushing a spoonful of food into his mouth.

“Please, Stiles.” Theo chuckled, the sound making Katalina cringe. “I can smell your jealousy from over here.”

“Yeah, for me to be jealous would require me actually liking Katalina.” Stiles answered with his mouth full.

The response was something she already knew, but still stung a small pang of hurt in her heart. It’s not like she has any feelings for him either, but ever since last night all she can feel is nostalgia clouding her mind. And it was stupid of her to think that things could ever go back to the way they used to be, yet she couldn’t help but feel the smallest bit hopeful. It was reckless and she knew that. Katalina can’t take back what he did and their relationship can never return to the peaceful state it used to be.

Or so they both thought.

When We Collide (Part 17)

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: NC-17

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?

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“Are you gonna eat that?”

“No, actually garlic has made me kind of nausea lately-,” Your eyes widened in surprise when the bread on your plate was gone like a light, you didn’t even get the chance to finish your sentence. 

“So you can just have it…” You nodded your head in confirm and leaned back on your chair wishing that this ‘blind date’ could be finished as soon as possible. 

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99 problems (1/?)

 Summary : You are an agent that worked alongside the Avengers , with an unusually close friendship with Captain Rogers. What happened when he reveals his true feelings for you before you leave on an undercover mission?  By the time you return from the mission, you’ve missed the events of Civil War.  What happens when you come home and most of your friends are gone? And when they return?

Pairings :  No official pairings yet, but Steve Rogers x reader, Johnny Storm x reader, Tony stark x reader, avengers x reader.

Warnings : swearing, angst,tiny bit of fluff

Italics are memories , & bold is the readers thoughts !


                                                    Chapter one

“Miss y/n, Tony is requesting your presence on the communal level of the tower immediately,” FRIDAY rang out through the speakers in your room.

   You roll your eyes, finish applying the last of your makeup, and throw on your outfit for the night. Since your mission was canceled, you decided to call the one person that knows how to have a good time: Johnny Storm. Ever since you had a random mission helping out the Fantastic Four, Johnny just seemed to click with you. Although he can be immature and obnoxious most of the time, he’s been a really solid friend.

 As you grab your phone off your nightstand, the picture frame behind it catches your eye. You lift it, taking in the smiles on Sam and Steve’s faces as you stand between them with their arms around you. If only things were this simple. The picture just reminds you of what things like before everything happened with the damn Accords; before everyone was ripped away from you. If only I hadn’t been on that undercover mission, if only I’d been there, maybe things would have been different. Maybe I’d still have Steve. Steve. You feel your heart sink at the thought of him.


As you walked onto the jet about to leave for your undercover mission, Steve sprinted into the hangar.

“Y/n, wait!” You stopped at the sound of his voice, turning to face him.

You and Steve had a great friendship but you had always felt more for him than you’d like to admit. Sometimes you think he feels the same, but then hell do/say something to smash that feeling.

“Steve, I literally just said bye to you like 10 minutes ago, miss me already?” you teased. He stepped forward, a look of confliction flashing over his face. “Steve, what’s going-”

“This mission is dangerous, a lot more dangerous than I’d like, y/n. If something happens to you I-”

“Steve, I can handle a couple Hydra agents, I’ll only be gone 2 weeks tops. I think I’ll-”

“I love you,” he sputtered out. Your heart dropped. He loves me?

You went to answer, but his lips gently landed on yours in a sweet but quick kiss. Your eyes were wide. Steve moved away from you, blushing with a shy smile.

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“I needed you to know, y/n-”

“I love you too,” you whispered, too anxious to look him in the eyes at you confession.

He tilted your chin up, locking his eyes with yours. He looked from your eyes to your lips, sending sparks of happiness through you.

"Agent, we need to get going to stay on the schedule,” The pilot called through the jet.

You cleared your throat and backed away from Steve.

“Come back to me in one piece, Doll. We’ve got a lot to discuss.” You nod since you couldn’t seem to find your voice. Of course he does this before this mission. I have to keep my head in the game.

You took a deep breath and boarded the jet, relishing in the newfound joy.


Before you can fall into the next memory, FRIDAY’s voice appears again. “Miss, it is urgent, I recommend you go immediately.”

“Do I need a gun or is this a non violent kind of urgent FRIDAY,” You ask, annoyance dripping from your voice.

“No weapons are necessary.” You sigh and head towards the elevator. What the hell could Tony possibly be so annoying about?

 As you step off the elevator, you get a text from Johnny:

Sparky : Be there in 15, hope you’re ready for tonight babe ;) 

You roll your eyes, sending him a quick response back. You and Johnny aren’t more than friends, despite the constant flirting. Neither of you ever push for more and you don’t mind.

 You shove your phone in your purse as you step through the doorway to the Tv room. “Tony, what the hell do-” As you step in, your mouth drops open. Sitting on the couch in front of you are Sam, Wanda, Clint, Tony, Steve and Bucky, and all have their eyes on you.  

As much as you want to look to Steve, your eyes go to Wanda first. She is on her feet, making her way to you. You meet her halfway, slinging your arms around her, pulling each other into a back breaking hug. You try to fight the tears that are threatening to spill over, but lose. Wanda is your bestfriend. When you found out about how they treated her in that floating hell of a prison, you tried to get there to free her but were told  Steve beat you to it.

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You pull away from her, cradling her face in your hands.

“Wanda, I’m so sorry… I should have been here. I could of helped. I missed you so much.”

“It’s over now, y/n. We’re somewhat clear to be home. It’s in progress,” she whispers, leaning into you hands.

Your eyes widen at her words. They’re staying? You look over to the others, catching all their eyes.

“So that’s how it is, huh? I thought we were cool,” Sam playfully says. You move away from Wanda and leap at him. Thankfully he catches you in time, you wrap your arms and legs around him.

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“Welcome home Sammy!” you yell as you squeeze him to you. He chuckles, setting you down and placing a kiss on your head. Clint pulls you into a hug and ruffles your hair as a big brother would do. My family is home. You find yourself in front of Steve and Bucky, shyness taking over when you notice Bucky’s eye look over you. Damn, why can’t all 100 year olds look like him?

“Y/n, this is Bucky Barnes,” Steve’s voice sends chills through your body, making the memories you managed to avoid earlier resurface. The memory of Tony showing you the security footage of Steve passionately kissing Sharon Carter in some parking garage replays in your mind. You know Tony only did it to make you angry enough to give up any information on where Steve and Bucky were hiding from you, but you didn’t know anything. All that was received from seeing that video was heartbreak. Whatever you and Steve had is gone. Hell, even your friendship was sinking.

 "It’s nice to finally meet you, Bucky,“ you say as you shake his hand.

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"Pleasures all mine, Doll. It’s great to finally meet the girl he hasn’t shut up about.” Bucky elbows Steve in the ribs as he speaks. Your smile drops from your face, the dam breaks unleashing your anger.

“So you met Sharon Carter then?” you ask. All the conversations in the room stopped leaving it dead silent. You look to Steve, panic and regret showing on his features.

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Buckys eyes are wide, but so are everyone elses. You simply turn around, not even  acknowledging Steve.

“Miss Y/n, Mr. Storm has arrived and is making his way up to you.” Tears slip out of the corners of your eyes as you begin to leave to meet Johnny at the elevators. He’s already at the doorway. You can see that he’s about to say something, but you move past him hoping he gets the hint and follows. He doesn’t though and instead grabs your hand to stop you. He sees the tears running down your face and cups your cheek, wiping the tears away with his thumb. He turns his head, taking in the faces that are all turned to you. He sees Steve and immediately understands.

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“You ready?” he asks. You nod and he pulls your hand taking you to the elevator.

“Don’t wait up, guys,” he yells over his shoulder. As soon as you both step into the elevator, you hear footsteps coming towards you.

“Y/n, wait! Let me-” You hear Steve’s pleading voice. You glance at him, seeing his broken expression almost matching yours.

“What? Can’t hear you over the doors shutting, Grandpa,” Johnny says. As if on cue, the doors glide shut leaving a defeated looking Steve on the other side.

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So much for home sweet home.

To Care, or not to Care ? (Stiles x Reader)

Requested by @hannazk : heey can you do a imagine where y/n is stiles girlfriend and he’s spending a lot of time with lydia and y/n get’s jealous and fluff and stuff like this? thx!


A/N : I’m not a huge fan of jealously that leads to anger or confrontation, so I twisted it a bit, I hope it’s okay :) Also I gave a first name to Y/N’s father just because I find it awkward to write (Y/F/N) and I feel like it sort of breaks the flow of the story to have too many « blanks » like this. I chose a very generic name, you can disregard it if you don’t like it. Also I don’t like throwing my readers in media res (in the middle of the action) so I added a bit (a lot) of context first, before really working on the request. JuST DEAL WITH ME OkAY

Also, I really like the first 4k words,but then I feel like I messed it up

Set between season 5 & 6.

Word Count : 9,2k (listen, I have no self control)

MASTERLIST

Living in a small town truly was an experience of a kind. It was like living on another planet to a certain extent, while also being just an hour drive away from a bigger city, and all the entertainments it offered. After your parents’ divorce, you were torn away from the big city you were born in, and lived all your life. Your mom left with the new man in her life, claiming she needed some time for herself and to see the world. That didn’t leave you many options besides moving in with your dad, who just so happened to come from a small town, and now that nothing held him back in the city, he wanted to go back and live there.

You obliged, not putting up much of a fight – you were a bit of  loner and never had many friends or anyone worth causing more drama within your household. You didn’t have a boyfriend, your closest friend hadn’t given any news in tn days and when your dad assured you that his birth town was just big enough to have a brand new Theater and Starbucks, it was settled.

Everything happened in a blur really. Your two stories apartment in Oakland quickly emptied and it was like all trace of your passage here vanished from one day to the next. The first seventeen years of your life had been erased, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to feel anything besides mild annoyance, because putting all your stuff in boxes – with the perspective of having to unbox them a few days later – was the exact opposite of what you had planned to do for the last couple weeks before the end of summer break.

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Too Many Feelings Part 11 ( Final Part)

Summary: You and Bucky never get along one day Steve asks you to help him after on mission. Feelings could change?

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1719

Warnings: Fuffly and Angst

Special Thanks @drinkfantasy for reading and beta this for me.

PART1, PART 2 , PART 3, PART 4 , PART 5 , PART 6, PART 7 , PART 8 PART 9, Part 10

Originally posted by seredelgi

You look at yourself in the mirror; you are wearing a beautiful golden dress with some high heels. This wasn’t your weeding day, but you were super nervous, maybe more than Tony and definitely more than Pepper.

First off all, you had to walk with Steve down the aisle, you are too anxious about being a bridesmaid, then your parents would meet Bucky for the first time and you know your parents can be a little judgmental.

 You feel a pair of arms sneaking around you waist, you feel his lips kissing your neck “You look beautiful, doll.”

You turn around smiling seductively at him, Bucky is wearing a dark grey tuxedo looking amazing “You clean up well, Bucky; I loved your hair pushed back like this.” You say running your fingers through his chest.

You kiss him; his hands keep you close to his body while yours explore his. You swear that the world stopped for a moment, his smell is intoxicating and you feel lost in the kiss. The soft lips, the mint taste. You don’t even realize that you are taking off his jacket.

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Invisible, Chapter Twenty

Summary: Cursed as a child, you have lived your entire life invisible and alone. When deaths start happening in your town, the Winchesters come rolling in to investigate. What will happen when Dean is the first one who has been able to see you since you were a kid? Will Sam believe that you’re real? Will Dean believe you when you tell him you haven’t killed anyone? And why, after all of this time, is Dean Winchester the only one who can see you?

Invisible Masterlist - Previous Chapter

word count: ~1950

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‘Why aren’t you dead yet?’ / Ethan Dolan

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Obviously language

Word Count: 2,798

Summary: The reader and Ethan are at an all time low with their relationship, constantly fighting, their relationship going nowhere. The reader has constant flashbacks of their happier memories, which always ends in a new argument but this time she’s had enough. 

Ethan Dolan x Reader

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this because I went to the extremes with this imagine. xx Also, the anon requested this song to kind of relate to Dead by Madison Beer so give that song a listen. xx

*BOLD TEXTS ARE TEXT MESSAGES*


I threw my head back against the couch, running my fingers through my hair. I looked around the small apartment, rolling my eyes at the amount of beer bottles on the table. I blinked away the tears that almost fell for probably the fiftieth time tonight, but I was slowly not caring anymore. I pushed myself up off the couch, slowly walking back towards my bedroom, my head hanging lower than ever. 

I leaned against the doorway peering at the sleeping figure in the bed. 

“I promise I’ll never drink, baby.” Ethan left a kiss on my forehead making me smile.

“Please don’t, it’s a terrible habit to break.” I murmured thinking back at my past memories.

“I promise.”

I wiped away the tears that had fallen down my face. I walked towards Ethan picking up the few bottles by the bed. Tears started dropping on the floor making my vision blurry. I turned around and walked away, my body shaking from the sobs leaving my mouth. 

“Quit Ethan!” I screamed, trying to pry his fingers off my side.

“No! You’re so adorable when you’re being tickled!” 

I threw my head back in laughter, soon feeling Ethan kissing up my neck, placing his plump lips onto mine, making me smile. 

“I love you.” He murmured, his eyes never leaving mine.

“I love you.”

I tossed the bottles into the trash can, going back into the living room to collect the rest of the empty bottles. 

“I love you, y/n, I really do.” My eyes widened, my mouth slowly dropping.

“A-Are you serious?” I stammered.

“Of course. You’re the one for me, I know this for a fact.”

Ethan twirled the spaghetti onto his fork, shoving it into his mouth. We were on a date for our 1 year anniversary. I smiled as the boy continued to shove spaghetti into his mouth, not having one single worry in the world.

“I love you.” I whispered, earning a smile from him. 

I leaned against the counter, my breathing getting out of control. I put my hand up to my mouth, muffling my sobs. I can’t believe our one year date was two years ago and now we’re here, arguing every night. I wiped my eyes, throwing the rest of the beer bottles away. 

I walked back down the hallway heading back to the bedroom, dreading to see him. I peered in the doorway, Ethan was laying on his back with his phone in his hand. I rolled my eyes, walking past him to the bathroom.

“Where have you been?” I questioned grabbing his dirty clothes off of the ground.

“None of your fucking business, y/n.” 

I just nodded my head not even wanting to argue with him, it was pointless. 

“You obviously came to my place for a reason. You’re normally out doing stuff with Grayson.” I leaned against the wall crossing my arms.

He threw his phone down on the bed, sitting himself up slowly. 

“It’s none of your business on what I do with Grayson. God you’re so fucking annoying.”

I shook my head and exited the room. Ethan always comes by when he’s lonely. He always packs beer in his car and brings it in when I give him what he only wants, sex. 

There was a knock on my door bringing a smile to my face. I walked to the door, peeking through the peephole, automatically opening the door. Ethan was standing there with a dozen roses and chocolate in his hand. 

“I knew you was having a bad day so I decided to get you this.” 

“Why thank you.” I took the flowers and put them in a vase, inviting Ethan into the living room. 

“How was your day?” I asked popping a chocolate into my mouth. 

“It was pretty amazing. Grayson and I were able to have a little meet and greet with some fans down in Los Angeles.”

Ethan talked about his meet and greet for another thirty minutes but I didn’t care, it made me happy when he talked about his fans. Him and Grayson worked hard to get where they’re at. 

I rubbed my forehead and looked at the clock; 5 o’clock in the morning. I let out a big sigh, staring out the window. I heard Ethan stomping through the house, probably trying to keep his balance. Another tear slid down my face making me shake my head. I hated being weak but that was my only choice anymore. I was so tired of trying with Ethan but I loved him too much to let him go. 

“I’m going to head back home before Grayson wakes up.” I looked over an saw Ethan leaning against the island. 

“Ok.” I whispered rubbing my face.

I heard him sigh, “I love you, y/n, I really do.” 

All I could do was nod my head, I couldn’t say it back even though my heart was telling me to say it back but it was also slowly breaking. Ethan grabbed his keys and left slamming the door, but I couldn’t even flinch. I watched as he opened his car door, his eyes locking with mine through the window. I shook my head, walking away from the window. 

I sat beside Ethan in his editing room at the warehouse. He always felt more comfortable and less stressed when I was there. I always rubbed his back and massage his scalp, feeling like my work paid off when I saw goosebumps rise on his skin. 

“I love you, baby.” He mumbled, his eyes still fixed onto the screen. 

“I love you.” I whispered leaving a kiss on his shoulder. 

I twirled a strand of his hair between my fingers, watching him replay the same scene over and over. He was editing their extreme laughing challenge, he told me the whole video was amazing but I couldn’t pay attention so I could watch it Tuesday. 

I let out a big sigh, falling back onto the couch. I miss him so much. I miss his laugh, I miss hearing that beautiful sound every time we watched a funny movie, or even when Grayson did completely stupid, or a fan made a funny edit of the twins, but now, I hardly hear it, only when I watch their new videos on Tuesday.

I turned on my tv, trying to drain out the silence echoing out through my apartment. I checked my phone, I had  a text from Ethan but I truly didn’t feel like answering it but I know I had to.

Baby, please get some rest. Idk if i’ll come by tonight. I’ll text you if I do. Love you. xx

I tossed my phone back onto the couch, laying down on the couch, pulling a blanket on top of me. I cried out, not caring this time. I want Ethan back, I want him back so much and I know I won’t. 

I felt my phone buzz against my leg making me groan. 

“Hello.” I mumbled.

“Hey y/n! How’re you feeling?” My friend yelled through the phone.

“Dude, what’re you doing up so early?” I groaned. 

“It’s nine in the morning.” I glanced at my phone, I guess I was too deep into my thoughts. 

“Oh, um yeah, I’m feeling okay I guess.” 

“Do you want to go get breakfast and talk about it?” 

I sighed, “Sure.”

“I’ll be there in 10!” She hung up. 

I threw the blanket off of me and trudged to my room, stripping from my clothes. I threw on a pair of ripped skinnies and a plain t-shirt. I quickly looked at my hair, scrunching my nose up at the mess. I rummaged through the pile of beanies that Ethan left at my house, choosing a plain black one, sighing at the smell of his cologne. I slipped on my high top vans, rolling the bottom of my jeans. I walked into the bathroom and quickly applied makeup.

Here! xx

I checked myself once more before heading out the door. I don’t ever want to go out anymore, I feel like a heavy burden is on my shoulders. This whole Ethan thing has been happening for a couple of months but it constantly gets worse. 

I opened the passenger door sliding into the seat, automatically getting engulfed in a hug. 

“I’ve missed you.” I mumbled into her shoulder. 

“I’ve missed you.” She rubbed my back which was the most comforting thing I’ve had in awhile.

“Baby, coffee and pancakes doesn’t sound good together. Why don’t you get milk or oj?” I laughed as Ethan was shoving a forkful of pancakes into his mouth. 

“Coffee has been my best friend since middle school.” I took a sip of my coffee, taking a bite of my pancake. 

Every Friday morning, Ethan and I would go on breakfast dates, getting the same thing every time but Ethan always got new toppings or flavor of pancake each time. This time it was chocolate chip pancakes with chopped up strawberries and bananas as the topping. 

I looked out the window, watching the views go by and my friend telling me all her work gossip. I knew once we got to the little diner that the whole time she will want me to talk about Ethan. 

She parked outside the diner, the same diner Ethan and I use to come to. I blinked back the tears and got out, getting another hug. I kept my head down as y/f/n asked for our table. The hostess took us outside under a cute umbrella. I ordered my usual drink and y/f/n ordered oj which made me think of Ethan. 

“So how is everything going with Ethan?” I let out a sigh.

“The usual.” 

Before she could answer, our waitress came out with our drinks, the same waitress every Friday morning. 

“Oh hey, y/n! How’re you doing?” She was an older lady, probably in her sixties. 

“I’m fine.” Hardly. “How’re you?”

“I’ve been very well. Where’s Ethan?” 

“He’s with his brother.”

“I haven’t seen you two here lately, hope the tradition continues. I miss you too.”

“Thanks.” 

She walked away leaving me there with tears in my eyes. 

“Do you think he’s willing to work it out?” 

I shook my head no. I know he was tired of me, I could literally feel his hatred towards me. 

“Y/n, I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me about it.” She grabbed my hand, rubbing the back with her thumb.

“There’s nothing to talk about, y/f/n. He just doesn’t care anymore.” 

The waitress came out with our food. Y/f/n kept trying to talk but all I wanted was to leave. I didn’t feel comfortable talking about it but I felt like I wanted to scream every single problem it was causing me. 

We finished our food and left a nice tip because I genuinely loved that lady. Y/f/n didn’t speak to me on the way home, but I don’t blame her either. She dropped me off, giving me a quick hug and telling me she loved me but I felt like no one loved me. 

I walked back to my bedroom, tossing my shoes into the closet, stripping out of my clothes. I started the shower and stepped in, the warm water sending goosebumps all over my body. 

“Baby, we should take a shower together.” Ethan mumbled, tracing his fingers across my back.

“Really?” I laughed, earning a low chuckle from him.

“I’m being serious.” 

I felt the bed shift then Ethan’s arms were wrapped around my stomach, removing me off the bed. He sat be down in the bathroom and ordered me to strip. I removed my clothes and fixed the water just right, turning around smiling at the view in front of me. 

Ethan gave my ass a quick squeeze before getting in the shower. I rolled my eyes and followed him in, automatically drooling over his body dripping wet. Ethan pulled my body into his, leaving a kiss on my forehead.

“Let me wash your hair.” He yelled.

“Sure.” I turned around and felt him grab my ass once again. “Quit it!” I yelled slapping his stomach.

“Can’t help it.”

Ethan ran his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp. It felt wonderful until he got fucking soap in my eye.

“Oh my god, Ethan! You got shampoo in my eye!” I shoved him out of the way and put my eye under the shower. 

“Baby I didn’t mean too! I’m so sorry!”

I laughed, rubbing my face with one of our washcloths. 

“It’s fine, just let me finish.”

I laughed, running my hand up and down my arm. 

“Y/n?” 

“In here!” I yelled back, my heart already dropping.

“I’ll be in the living room.” 

“Obviously.” I mumbled washing the conditioner out of my hair. 

I washed my body, finally feeling relaxed. I ran my face under the water once again before turning off the water. I stepped, wrapping my body in a towel, walking out into my room. I dried my body off and put on clothes, towel drying my hair right after. 

I looked at myself in the mirror; bags under my eyes, my eyes were paler than ever and so was my skin. I even looked skinnier than normal. 

I opened the door and walked into the living room, Ethan was sitting there with a beer in his hand.

“Why’re you drinking so early?” I mumbled.

“It’s fucking seven in the afternoon.” He grumbled taking a swig.

I looked at the clock and sure enough it was. I walked over and sat down beside him. I glanced down at his hands, wishing they were laced with mine. 

“I wasn’t going to come over but I missed you.” He mumbled looking over at me.

“You don’t miss me.” I mumbled shaking my head.

“What do you mean?” 

I just shook my head and got off the couch heading towards the kitchen.

“Don’t walk away from me when I’m talking to you!” 

Ethan pulled my wrist, turning me around, coming face to face with him. 

“What’s your fucking problem?!” I yelled jerking my hand away.

“You can’t tell me how I feel! You never ask anyways!”

“Oh, I never ask?! All I do is sit at home and wait for you to text me about your fucking day but you come to my house and trash it with your fucking beer bottles!”

Ethan’s jaws clenched, his knuckles getting whiter the more tighter he gripped onto the bottle.

“That’s not true.” He growled.

“Yes it is! The only reason you even come here is because Grayson doesn’t like you drinking! You don’t fucking care for me anymore!” I was choking on my sobs but somehow I got that out. 

“That’s not fucking true!” Ethan slung the bottle smashing it against the wall. 

“Get the fuck out of my house!” I screamed pushing him.

“No, y/n! I can’t live without you! I don’t just come here because I can drink! I still fucking love you even after all our rough times! You’re still my girl!” Ethan stepped closer but I quickly pushed him back, trying to blink away the tears. 

“You say you can’t live without me but how’re you still breathing? Why aren’t you dead yet? You gave up on me four months ago Ethan! Four months ago! I’ve been getting no sleep hoping one day you would apologize but four months is too long. Please, please get out of my house.” I looked down, the smashed beer bottle becoming more interesting than the drunk in front of me. 

“No y/n! We’re going to talk about this!” 

“What is there to talk about Ethan? You only come here when you’re lonely. You haven’t even been completely sober around me in months and I’ve missed the old Ethan. The Ethan before he started drinking, the Ethan who loved me unconditionally and actually took the time to make sure I was alright but now it’s me, making sure you’re not dead from drinking too much fucking alcohol! I’m so tired of taking care of you and having this heavy burden on my shoulders thinking you’re busy being with another girl and i’m at home waiting for maybe a sober call. Just get the hell out of my life, Ethan!”

I looked up, making eye contact with him. 

“You don’t mean any of that.” He whispered.

“I do.” Tears were falling down both our faces.

“Do you not even wanna work it out?” 

“What is there to work out Ethan? I’ve tried for four months. I’m completely drained, I can’t fight no more.” 

Ethan rubbed his face, muttering cuss words. He started pacing back an forth, which was something he did when he was upset. 

“Please y/n please! I can’t live without you!” He grabbed my face, smashing his lips against mine but I had no power to kiss back. “No, no, no, please y/n!” His tears were dropping onto my cheeks.

“I’m sorry, Ethan.” I pushed his hands off my face. 

He backed up, grabbing his car keys from the table and left without saying goodbye. 


pt.2

Helpless

Originally posted by blackholesmf

Pairing: Barbara X Reader X Jerome 

Word Count: 1500

Warnings: murderous psycho-dorks fighting over you and you are unfortunately, a very average person.

-Part 1- -Part 2-


The only sound heard was the motor of the car, the gears shifting accordingly as street lights passed just a pace slower than your heartbeat. You were thankful you weren’t driving, you were so cold and shock-still you couldn’t even see the road. He tittered, making your heart skip remembering Jerome was beside you. Not because of some kidnapping or as a partner in crime, but because you saved him. You saw Theo grabbing the knife. It was instinct. You saw someone in danger and you didn’t think who it was before wrapping your arms around his chest as Theo raised his hand, and you yanked Jerome out of the way. The whole room blinked, everything paused to take in what happened.

A cold hand, one of delicate fingers ran down your cheek as Jerome started up a great laugh. Barbara pulled in from the back seat close to you, “You’re alright Kitten.” She kept petting longingly as Jerome’s victorious laughter shook through the car. “I told you, underneath it all, you’re one of us. You’ve always been one of us.”

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7 Years - BadBoy! Jeon Jungkook X Reader - Part 11

This part was meant to be out yesterday but I didn’t like the direction it was going and had to scrap the idea I had planned then this spontaneous idea was born. I’m sorry for the delay.

On the bright side, exams are officially over so more time dedicated to 7 years.

Hope you guys enjoy this part, thanks for the support and love. <3

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10.1  Part 10.2  Part 10.3  Part 11 - Here  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15


A few weeks after you returned to school, your forms teacher had announced that a class trip to Sapporo, Japan was going to happen in 2 weeks. You were initially annoyed at the late notice but were soon informed that it had been mentioned at least a month prior.

Sitting down beside Areum at your usual table, you stabbed your fork into your food and turned to her, brows furrowed in confusion.

“Wasn’t your class going on a school trip to Japan too?” She nodded whilst chewing her food and politely swallowed before answering.

“We’re going to Osaka. Your going to Sapporo right? That’s so cool!” Excitement was bubbling in her eyes and you let a soft smile spread on your lips at her innocence.

“Yeah but I’m stuck with Jungkook the whole trip.” Said boys head snapped up at your comment and he ran his hand through his hair, sending a quick scowl your way.

“Well I might just get bored with you, you know? Your not like those cute girlfriends who are always excited to see the love of their life. You hit me almost every time I see you.” You rolled your eyes and glanced at him with an eyebrow raised.

“I hit you with good reason. You’re secretly a pervert. And why are you making it sound like I actually hurt you?” Jungkook pursed his lips before grinning widely at you.

“You’ll feed me on this trip right?” Not having the will to argue with him, you simply nodded your head in agreement.

“Yeah whatever… you’ll have to make it up to me at some point during the trip though.” He vigorously nodded his head, his hair bouncing with every movement.

“Y/N, what do you want from Osaka? I’m bringing back gifts for everyone.” Turning your attention back to Areum, you watched as she took a bite of her food.

“How about snacks? So when we have our next sleepover we can binge on them.” She seemed to like your idea as a grin appeared on her face.

“What about you?” Areum shrugged her shoulders, a slightly apologetic look on her face.

“I’m not sure, I’ll leave it up to you.”

Well that wasn’t helpful at all.

The school day soon came to an end and you headed home, intent on getting your mother to sign your permission slip.

“Japan In two weeks? Why so soon?” You scratched the back of your head sheepishly and smiled at her.

“I was meant to tell you around a month ago but I wasn’t listening…” She gave you a stern look and for a moment you thought she wouldn’t let you go but she then set down her phone on the counter, requesting a pen.

Looks like you were going to Japan in a matter of two weeks.

-

Contrary to popular belief, the weeks did not go by agonisingly slow. If anything they passed by faster than usual and before you knew it, your school trip was only two days away. You decided to spend your Saturday shopping for the necessities needed with Areum.

“I think it’s super cute that you’re going on a trip with Jungkook!”

“Class trip. There’s still thirty one other students going with us. Including Hye Mi.” Areum’s face dropped at the mention of Hye Mi and you could feel the atmosphere turn sour. She hadn’t bothered you ever since your little fight, not that you expected her to. She still sent the occasional death stare but you didn’t mind. School wouldn’t be school without Hye Mi shooting you dirty looks from across the classroom.

“Anyway, I only need to get a neck pillow for the plane journey and then I’m all set. What about you?” Areum gave you the thumbs up and replied that she had finished shopping, placing her hands behind her back as she continued walking.

Stepping into the last shop, you purchased a neck pillow and exited just as quickly as you entered.

“Let’s go get something to eat now.” You spent the rest of your afternoon eating and discussing what each of you would do on the trip.

-

Monday rolled around and you arrived at school at the designated time. Rolling your suitcase through the front gates, you waved goodbye to your mother and younger sister before they set on their way to her school.

Spotting your class nearby, you strolled in their direction, noting that Jungkook still had yet to arrive. Settling yourself amongst them, you took your phone out of your pocket and scrolled through your contacts. Finding his number listed under ‘Golden Kookie’, you sent him a quick message.

'You’re going to be late.’  

A tap on your shoulder made you turn your attention to the figure behind you. Hye Mi stood before you, glancing off to the side, avoiding eye contact.

“Er… can we talk quickly? Before Jungkook gets here because I’m pretty sure he’ll rip my head off if he sees me bothering you.”

You stood in slight shock for a couple of moments before agreeing to speak with her. You walked a little ways away from your class and Hye Mi crossed her arms, staring straight at you with a blank face.

“I kind of wanted to say sorry for all the shit I’ve put you through. You know… after we stopped being friends.”

Well that certainly came out of nowhere. She was practically burning holes into the back of your head just last Friday.

“Kind of…?”

Hye Mi looked as if she wanted to roll her eyes in annoyance but held herself back and instead gave you a curt nod.

“Yeah. I was kind of hoping we could be friends again…”

You wanted to burst out laughing at that. Either she’s been replaced with a doppelgänger and you need to immediately hop on twitter to make a conspiracy thread about her or the punch you delivered to her face made her realise how much of a bitch she was.

Obviously the latter made more sense but you preferred the first option.

“No offence Hye Mi but do you honestly think that a simple sorry will suffice? That we’ll be bestfriends just like how we used to be? I don’t know if you noticed, but you attacked my best friend for no reason and bullied me for so long. So I hate to break It to you but we can’t be friends. At least not now. The most we can be is civil.”

She didn’t argue back, just stood with the same straight face she had plastered on her face all along. Taking that as your cue to leave, you spun on your heel and jogged back to your class. When you arrived, Jungkook was leaning against the schools wall, hands in his pockets, suitcase resting beside him. He was glaring at Hye Mi behind you but pushed off the wall and walked towards you.

“No problem?”

You looked up at his distracted face and let a small smile grow on your own.

“None at all.”

-

When you had lined up with your class to collect your plane tickets and dropped off your suitcases, you were pleasantly surprised to find that you ended up being seated next to Jungkook. He had a satisfied grin on his face when he noticed and you thanked god that you hadn’t ended up with Hye Mi.

“Lucky you, you’re with me.” A smirk was playing on his lips and he threw an arm around your shoulder, guiding you back to your classmates. You had bumped into Areums class on your way and bid her a farewell, wishing her a safe journey. You then listened to your teachers instructions on what to do when boarding and leaving the plane before you all made your way to your terminal.

Ten minutes later you were all seated in your respective seats on board the plane. You had gotten yourself comfortable using your neck pillow and Jungkook sat beside you, a mask over his mouth. He was leaning over the empty seat beside him, staring out of the window whilst you prepared yourself for the annoying feeling of blocked ears when the plane took off.

“When we get there, what do you want to do?” Jungkook’s question snapped you out of your thoughts and you smiled at him.

“Sleep.”

He pulled his mask below his chin and pursed his lips, furrowing his brows at your answer.

“The teacher gave us the option to spend the first day in Japan exploring the hotel and its activities and your going to sleep? Don’t you want to spend time with me?”

Shrugging your shoulders, you grabbed a rice cake snack from your bag.

“You’re welcome to watch me sleep if that’s what you want.” He huffed and leaned back into his seat, glancing at the students across from you.

“You promised you would cook for me. Is sleep more important than your boyfriends hunger?” Grabbing another rice cake snack, you threw it onto his lap.

“There you go, happy? And you said I couldn’t cook anyway, so why is this a problem? I’ll make you instant noodles when we get there.”

Opening the packet, he stuffed the whole thing into his mouth and chewed, all the while glaring at you. His bulging cheeks killed the menacing look he was trying to deliver and he instead reminded you of a rabbit. Lifting the mask back over his mouth, he slipped into the seat beside him and lifted the arm rests. Laying down over both seats, he placed his head on your lap and closed his eyes. You weren’t even surprised at his sulking.

“I’m sleeping, wake me up when we get there.” Replying with a simple 'sure’, you began running your hand through his hair in a comforting manner. Grabbing your hand, he brought it down to his lips and placed a soft kiss to the back of it before placing it back on his head. It was his way of letting you know he was playing with you, pretending to mope.

Turning your attention to the side, you caught your classmates gaping faces. You supposed it was the softest and most vulnerable they had ever seen Jungkook.

You decided to catch up on sleep and pulled a sleeping mask from your bag and placed it on your head.

There was nothing to do now that Jungkook had ditched you for sleep.

But you were going to do the same…

Sometimes you hated being left alone with your thoughts.

Shaking your head, you leaned back into your seat and sighed, letting the drowsiness overcome your body.

The cheering of your classmates as the plane touched down startled you out of your light slumber which in turn caused Jungkook to awaken. Due to the fact you couldn’t see anything when you awoke, you panicked for a couple of seconds, your head whipping from side to side. Jungkook then removed the mask from your eyes and stared at you with amusment dancing in his own. Raising his arm up, he shielded your squinted eyes from the sunlight peeking through the window, the outline of his figure illuminated by the light. You had to take a minute to process how breathtaking he looked at that exact moment.

“Rise and shine, princess. We’re in Japan.


An Old Friend

Kai Parker x Reader
   (x Kol & Rebekah Mikaelson)

WORD COUNT : 2599

(Events happen a few months after TVD 8.16 and right after TO 4.02 …
Kai and Reader are having fun at the Mystic Grill when some old friends of Reader show up. Kai gets jealous and … - keep reading to find out :P )


*not my gif

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It was around 7PM , Kai and Y/N were at the (surprisingly empty) Mystic Grill sitting at the bar drinking and laughing. Y/N had challenged Kai to do tequilla shots. He always told her she doesn’t want to see him on tequilla which only made her want to see it more. Downside was as vampires their alchohol tollerance was higher than the ones human have , so they kept drinking. So far Kai was winning. Y/N looked at him , smiling. Kai grinned back and put his hand on her waist leaning in to whisper in her ear “You will loooose.” before kissing her neck.
“Even when I lose , I still win..” she had replied to him.
Suddenly Y/N felt someone’s presense close by. At first she thought it was the alchohol getting to her but then …
“Hey there , Trouble.” Y/N heard a familiar voice with an accent and froze in place completely stunned. There was only one person who called her that. Kai looked at her and then at the surprise visitor. Slowly she turned around and when Y/N saw who it was ,  a wide smile spread on her face.
“Kol ?” she leaped from her seat and wrapped her hands around the new comer. Kai finished his drink , he wasn’t happy they had been interrupted but tried to hide it.
“Oh my God ! How are you back ? I thought I’d never see you again after the Other Side disappeared…“ Y/N said excitedly.
“Mother dearest pulled me and my brother Finn back before it collapsed. Of course ,you know how my family is - she came back from the dead and tried to kill us again. …"Kol trailed off. Y/N’s eyes widened.
Kai cleared his throat and both Y/N and Kol turned towards him. Y/N took a step closer to Kai and he wrapped his hands around her , the look on his face clearly stating ‘Hands off. She belongs with me.’
“Sorry.” Y/N apologised to Kai , kissing his cheek. “Kai , this is my very good friend -”
“Best friend.” Kol interrupted.
Y/N smiled , “My BEST friend Kol Mikaelson. He is an Original vampire.” Kol smiled and nodded at Kai who pulled Y/N even closer to him. “Kol , this is Kai Parker … my boyfriend.”
Kai outstretched his hand , Kol doing the same and they shook hands ,  a few moments  longer than normal. Y/N took a deep breath… The situation was getting more and more awkward by the moment. Her eyes darted between Kai and Kol , there was a tension building in the air and she had to think fast before any of them did something stupid but before she had had the chance to speak …
“So , Kai … ” Kol started saying as he took the seat on the other side of Y/N “I hope you are treating Y/N with respect…” he said trailing off. “Because if you aren’t - ”
Clearly Kol’s time away hadn’t changed him at all. He had always acted like Y/N was his little sister , ready to protect her from whatever or whoever would ever want to hurt her.
"Don’t be mean Kol.” said a female voice. Behind him had walked in another old friend of Y/N… well , more like frenemy.  "I am sure if he had tried to hurt her in any way, Damon would’ve ripped his head off. You know how protective the vampires here are over their human friends.“  Rebekah said reaching behind the bar to grab a bottle with bourbon. Y/N and Kai exchanged looks.
"Hello Y/N … Y/N’s boyfriend.” Rebekah said nodding towards Kai who gave her a small smile in response.
Y/N tensed.  "Rebekah … long time.“ she said pausing for a second. "What are you doing here ? Looking for Matt ?”
“Not exactly but it would be nice to see him. Where is he ?”
“You might wanna try the police station.Ask for sheriff Donovan.” Y/N said shifting uncomfortably.
Kai whispered in Y/N’s ear “You OK?” Y/N only nodded turning her attention back to the Mikaelsons. Clearly Y/N wasn’t OK. The girl , Rebekah made her feel uncomfortable for some reason.
“Any particular reason you both decided to drop by ? Kol being here - I like … You ? Not so much.”  Y/N said , her voice slightly trembling.
Rebekah visibly got angry by the remark and reached for Y/N’s neck but Kol pulled her back as Kai quickly pushed Y/N behind him.
“Sister .. calm down. You don’t want to cause a scene , do you Bex ?” Kol said calmly.

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Mother’s Day (Auston Matthews)

Prompt: Hi can you do a auston matthews sister imagine where you’re like 16 and you live with him in Toronto and you cook for him and clean for him and the rookies and you guys are super close. And the boys and auston decide to celebrate you a couple days before mothers day bc you always take care of them and if you could also play hockey and you’re like insanely good at it? thanks!

Reader as sister

Requested: yeah

Includes: sister fic, baby leafs ensemble


Originally posted by brandoncarlo

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Are You Serious? - Tyler Seguin (#16)

Originally posted by flyersphiladelphia

I looovveeeeee me some Tyler! Who doesn’t! Also this gif makes me so so so happy. I’m literally awful at writing about fights but I think this one turned out alright!  Let me know what you think guyssss!  Much love! <3

Word count: 891

Warnings: swearing, couple’s fighting

Request: “Can you do an imagine of tsegs like getting into a fight with his girl but then regretting it then acting all super nice and everything u kno u kno? ahhaha” - @boston-hooligan

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“Hey babe” you looked over in Tyler’s direction as he stomped into the house and slammed the front door.  Tyler had just gotten home from practice and to say it went poorly was an understatement.  The Stars had lost a huge game at home, 5-1 and you never wanted to blame your boyfriend for anything but he took a couple really dumb penalties that led to some cheesy goals.  You knew he had more than likely had a strip ripped off him at the morning skate so he was less than thrilled.  “How was practice?” you asked meekly, not really sure if you wanted to hear the response.

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Rough Night (Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader)

Request: None

Word Count: 1,644

Warnings: Swearing (a lot of swearing), Charles Lee being an asshole, google translate, angst??? Idk…

A/N: This fic is based on a conversation I had with my friend @potatolikesyou. She is very awesome and you totally should follow her blog, you totally should read some of her fics also!!! She is a great writer! I was also thinking of making a part 2 to this so im sorry for the cliff hanger. And always hope you enjoy!

Summary: You get drunk after a bad date and confess to the boys.

Part 2 Part 3


You sat there in the apartment Alex was working at his computer, while you and John watched Beauty and the Beast, well John was watching the movie. You were watching Alex, as he was typing so nimbly. He slightly furrowed his brow as he concentrated on the task at hand, sweeping a hand through his brown hair, his eyes shifting as he re-read everything he wrote, then he would change something. It was almost hypnotic to watch him work and as a bonus he was wearing his glasses today which made him look even more ho- cute… you loved that he worked so meticulously… and how he could just-

“Y/N? Why are you staring at me?”

“Sorry Alex I was just watching you work… it’s interesting… I-I mean not to seem weird or anything l-like that. I just was watching you do your thing so-” You blushed and felt you heart racing as you gave Alex a shy smile, he chuckled in response to your cute gesture.

“You know you’re really funny sometimes, Y/N.” You placed some hair behind your ear and looked down at your feet. “So are you ready?”

“For what?” You said, still staring at your feet.

“The date?” Alex looked up at you from his computer and stopped typing. “You know the one thing that you were talking about all week…” He said, refreshing our memory.

“Date? Oh shit, of course! How could I forget!” You checked your phone for the time finding that you only had an hour to get ready. Lafayette walked into room after taking a shower his hair still dripping and placing a kiss on Alex’s head. Before noticing that you have already gotten up and were putting your stuff away so you could get home as soon as possible. Were you even able to get ready in time? You still had to get dressed and the place you and your date were going to meet was halfway across town and-

“Y/N. Calm down… what’s the matter? Why are you leaving so soon?” John placed his hands on your shoulders and you leaned to his touch, feeling better now that he brought you back to your senses. None of your relationships ever seemed to go well, they always ended badly. Most of the guys that wanted to be with you never wanted something serious so your life was just filled with a bunch of one night stands. If you were lucky it would last a couple of months before they broke up with you or vice versa.

“I’m sorry. I have to go now, I just remembered that my date was today and I still have to get ready, I look like a mess.” You looked down at your outfit to indicate how bad you looked. You were wearing an old grubby t-shirt, you’ve had since high school, with a pair of jeans that were ripped, and your hair, ughhhh your hair. “How am I even supposed to get there on time?”

“Don’t worry. You will be just fine, no matter what you will always look perfect to me.” Laf said with a smile on his face.

“O-okay. Thanks Laf, I needed to hear that.”

“No problem, mon cher- mon amie.” Alex looked up at Laf nervously, hearing what he was about to say. You were too busy to notice though because you were already running to the door.

“Bye guys! Wish me luck!” Waving goodbye before heading out.


You had finally made it to your date, catching a ride with your friend Eliza. You were wearing the dress that Hercules made you for your birthday. It was absolutely wonderful on you, fitting to your body perfectly. It was a light blue dress that fell just past your knees with a white lace trim at the bottom. You decided to wear a matching blue headband with a pair of white flats to complete the look. You still wondered how he was able to get it to fit you so well. But you would expect nothing less from the finest tailor in New York.

You had found the man you were supposed to meet, his name was Charles Lee. He wasn’t your first choice because of the type of frat boy persona that he had going on you looked him up online. But it wasn’t going to hurt you if you to try and meet up with him just for one date, maybe he was a nice guy.

“Hello. Are you Charles?” He was eyeing you with a smirk on his face.

“Yes… and you are?”

“I’m Y/N. Your date.” You said, a bit annoyed that he didn’t even remember your name and with the way he was looking at you. But, you shrugged it off thinking he was probably a bit nervous.

The both of you had walked into the restaurant that Charles had chosen for the date. It wouldn’t have been a place you would choose, especially since it was more like a club than a restaurant. But he was paying so, who were you to complain? The waitress took you both to an empty booth. After reading the menu for a bit, you ordered a parmesan shrimp pasta and Charles ordered a burger and fries. You started conversing and you quickly got bored with him, all he seemed to want to do was complain about his boss and you were not very happy with the way he was constantly making shallow remarks about how you looked. And you weren’t very keen on dancing with him but you decided to do so, since he was your date.

You both made it to the dance floor and started to get into the music, Pretty Young Thing by Michael Jackson was playing, which was one of your favorite songs. It was all going well, until Lee started grinding you. You turned around and slapped him square across the face, making a scene, everyone around you was staring at Lee on the floor.

“What the fuck! You little bitch!” He yelled.

“Maybe you should learn how to keep your hands to yourself you pervert!” He tried dancing with you again, this time tightly grabbing your arm. “Let go of me!” You said struggling to get away from his grasp, then he pushed you into the wall.

“You weren’t worth my time anyway!” He retorted back at you before finding himself some other chick who was a lot more easy.

You headed to the bar and asked the bartender for a beer, or two … you lost count. That wasn’t your main concern though, once you grabbed your phone and lazily scrolled through your contacts. Laf was the first one that popped up and texted him as you left.

Y/N: HEYYYYY BeBEEE!!!

my favorite fighting frenchfry: Y/N is that you?? it’s 1:57. where are you? are you ok?

Y/N: whailt no,, ilmd okkkk.

my favorite fighting frenchfry: have you been drinking?

Y/N: Nopppppppppe.

my favorite fighting frenchfry: Y/N just stay there and don’t move! i’m picking you up!

Y/N: Okie doke.


Laf helped you out of the car and took you to the apartment he shared with his other three boyfriends. You stumbled your way through the door and you were spotted by Hercules. He automatically ran to the both of you with worry in his eyes, you couldn’t blame him you looked like shit right now.

“Y/N! What happened to you?”

“ThaT aSShoLE!! CHArelS FuCHhhing LEE!!!” At this point Laf had been holding you by the waist tightly, so you wouldn’t hurt yourself. “Why’d I even go out with him… he was such a prick! He grinded on me and was such a sleazy son of a bish, then he found some gurrrrl to fuck. While I’m just here, getting drunk and having to be picked up by Laffy Taffy over here because I-I can’t even handle myself- ” You slurred out grabbing at your skirt as you looked down hiding your face behind your hair that was a complete mess.

“Shhh. It’s okay I understand, let’s get you to bed.” Herc said guiding you to the bedroom where Alex and John where.

“I really thought that maybe finally I-I could just, for once maybe find someone I can depend on…  I’m always searching for- for a prince charming in shining armour but I just find myself here. Wi-ith you guys… nothing last for me. And it won’t ever last because for some reeeason I’m always doing something wrong.” Hercules sat you down at the edge of the bed brushing some hair out of your face, tears started to roll down your cheeks and your eyes were still downcast.

“You haven’t done anything wrong Y/N, Charles Lee is just a jerk.” Alex came closer to where you were with Herc.

“Okay but what about everyone else I was with?! It always is the same way, they were all jerks why am I the one that ends up with some jerk?? It’s like the universe doesn’t want me to be happy a-and the worst part is that you guys don’t even realize how much I-I love you! I always try to act like we’re just friends because I know how you guys s-see me I’m like your sister ann I guess I won’t be anything more to you guysh.” They all were taken back by your words, they didn’t even know how you felt. Alex began to say something before looking back at Laf who was just as puzzled as him. Until John finally said something after a few moments of silence.

“Y/N lay down.” trying to get you to relax making space for you on the bed. “It has been a long night you should rest okay.”

“Yeah, that was what I thought you would say.”


Translations:

Mon ami. (My friend)

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Golden Desire

Summary: Watching Sebastian work on the set of ‘The Bronze’ is giving you a hard time.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, S M U T ! ! !

Word count: 2583

A/N: well i wrote this 

Originally posted by iblamebuckybarnes

After another long exhausting day on set, you were finally able to pack up your things and head off. Your feet were killing you and all you wanted to do was kick off your red heels and take a nice long bath. Working as a production assistant on a movie set had its ups and downs. The ups were the many oppurtunities this job offered as well as meeting new and important people. You wanted to write or direct a movie yourself one day, so getting whatever job on a movie set was the first step. 

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His Throne [KNJ] | 03 final

Genre: smut, angst, fluff

Word Count: 6,094

Summary: You, a maid for the royal family, have sex with the irresistible prince Kim Namjoon on his throne.

A/N: if you listen closely you can hear me ugly sobbing, it’s finally finished! Sorry it took so long, but as promised to a follower, I’m posting Namjoon first! Also sorry it’s not as fluffy/happy as y’all had hoped. I really can’t do fluff (PCs to Vikttoria16)

Part 1: Hoseok | Yoongi | Taehyung | Namjoon | Jimin | Jungkook | Seokjin

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Foolin’

Pairing: Dean x reader

Genre: ANGST  

A/N: This is for Bev’s ( @chaos-and-the-calm67 ) Milestone Challenge, which I am so glad I saw pop up on my dash! I hope you really like! And ‘Foolin’ by Def Leppard is one of my favorite songs ever! 

Word Count: 1,704

Warnings: lonely!dean, language, ANGST,  and a dash of intense making out, slight subtextish and mention. Dean being a a-s-s 

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He closed the door shut and leaned back against it as if it wouldn’t stay shut without the weight of his body. He felt like he had half the world chasing after him. An exaggeration, yes, but when you started adding up people like…

You, at one time. 

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