there might have been more cute moments but these were just off the top of my head

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History

Decided to combine these two requests. Hope you like it!

Your eyes were growing heavy as you continued to stare down at the history assignment that was currently sprawled out on Archie Andrews’ kitchen table. The smell of pizza was wafting through the kitchen as the greasy box sat untouched on the kitchen counter; it was enough to make your stomach growl in anticipation but there was no time for that – not until you finished.

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Strip Tutoring // Jeff Atkins // requested

Request : please do a jeff atkins imagine but please dont let him die there iM BEGGIN U

This imagine doesn’t mention his death or the party or anything! Just a regular ‘dating Jeff Atkins’ imagine. Lol

Requests are closed. xx

Warnings : not really smut but… stripping ?…. cheeky!Jeff

Pairings : Jeff x Fem.Reader

Originally posted by jeffreysatkins

Originally posted by ardevaas88


Walking into the library, my eyes scanned over everyone’s faces until I saw my boyfriend sitting with Clay. He looked irritated and pinched the bridge of his nose. Taking a seat at the table, Jeff’s eyes lit up.

“Hey babe.” He smiled. 

I grinned, “How’s he doing, Clay?”

“Depends. Did Abraham Jefferson write the Declaration of Independence?” Clay responded smartly. 

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The Arrangement (pt 5)

Originally posted by bangtanroyalty

After having a quick dinner, you set the table with Jimin’s food and made your way to your room. You immediately started packing all that you could and all the while made a mental list of all the things you wanted to get at the store tomorrow before your in-laws would be home. 

Jimin came to the kitchen a little while later and he was expecting you to be sitting at the table, eating dinner. But instead, he found some dirty dishes in the sink and his food set on the table. He hated eating alone, but he got used to it at night. Sometimes you would eat with him for breakfast, but you only ever sat in silence. You had one friendly conversation after all these months, so nothing was supposed to change in your dynamic… right? He sighed as he pulled his chair out and sat down. 


The next morning, Jimin woke up to the sound of the vacuum. He turned to look at the clock and was surprised that it was already 9:30. Usually, he would have been at work by this time, but he had taken the day off in order to prepare for his parent’s arrival. He quickly brushed his teeth and took a shower in order to prepare for the long day ahead. He entered the living room a few moments later only to find it more clean than usual. You had always made it a deal to have the house clean, but everything was in tip top shape today. The magazines were all organized neatly on the coffee table and that vacuum patterns on the carpet were left to be admired. He looked up to your side of the house and found a few boxes outside. You exited your room a few minutes later, wiping off some sweat from your forehead. 

You hadn’t heard Jimin wake up and you figured you would just let him sleep in on his day off. You weren’t really sure how much help he would be anyways. 

“So…I guess I’ll move these boxes into my room then?” he asked, walking towards the first box.

“Oh. Uh, good morning. And yeah, that would be great, thank you” you said, thankful for the help. 

Pretty soon, all the boxes were moved into his room and you were almost done cleaning the house. You had been up since 6am, cleaning and packing and rearranging the guest room. You still had so much left to do though and you were tired just thinking about it. 

“How about you go unpack the boxes? I cleared out some space for you in the closet and in the bathroom” Jimin said. He could notice how tired you looked already, but the job had to be done. The act had to be perfect.

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Wolf cuddles

Originally posted by miss-rosalie-hale

Request: 

Hi!! I was wondering if you could do a one shot with Paul Lahote?? I just really need some fluffy Paul love. Like cuddles and just sweet kisses and “I love you.”’s sorry for bothering you! And I’m rambling sorry..but I really love your writing!

For Anon.
Words: 942

Paul Lahote x Reader  
Just brief fluff, no plot really.


“Will you leave me alone for two minutes?” You half-heartedly pushed Paul away with your free hand while the other carried the picnic basket for the bonfire.
He paid no attention to you and came behind you to wrap his arms around your waist and littered your cheek with kisses, “I can’t help myself.”
“Paul I’m serious.” But your giggling gave away that you were anything but serious.
He took your basket from your hand pulled you into his arms so that he was carrying you bridal style, “I’m serious too. How can I stop myself?”  He leaned down to nuzzle his face into your neck.

You kicked your legs as he carried you, he laughed at your giggles and when you approached the bonfire he passed a laughing Emily the picnic basket. He dropped himself down on the sand bringing your with him in his lap. His arms were locked around you as he held you there.
“Are you going to let me sit by myself?” You asked him.
He looked almost thoughtful for a moment, before kissing the tip of your nose, “Nope.”

You gave up and settled into his lap.
“This is hard to watch.” Quil stated across from you.
“Agreed, I might lose my lunch.” Embry teased and you swore at them both.

They’d been like this since Paul had accepted his imprint on you. It had taken a while at first, you’d been in the queue in front of him at the cinema and when he’d made a comment about you and your friend taking too long you’d turned to give him a piece of your mind.

Boom, imprinted.

It had taken him a few weeks to get used to the idea, he liked his carefree wolf lifestyle just as it was but the tipping point was when he’d accidentally phased in front of you at one bonfire and you’d been more interested making sure he was safe than running away. The power of the imprint was a crazy thing.

It had taken a long time to get used to having a wolf boyfriend and his temper, which had improved a great deal since he’d met you,  but you wouldn’t trade it for a thing. The only other thing that you had to deal with was his occasional, super cuddly days. On days where you didn’t have to do anything was great but when you had to walk around school wearing your wolf boyfriend almost like a backpack it was a pain in the ass.

Today was one of those super cuddly days but you couldn’t bring yourself to be annoyed at him, especially when he was smiling down at you with his cute dimples and messed up hair.
When the food was ready non-pack members always got a plate first before the pack ravaged it, Paul fetched your plate and drink and presented it to you with a fake posh accent.  
Once you’d eaten the boys started to play Frisbee while you chatted with Emily, Leah and Kim. The Frisbee landed beside you and Paul came to fetch it, he made sure to give you a kiss before going back to the game.

It happened three more times before Jacob finally snapped, “Paul what’s the point in playing if you’re just going to throw it at Y/N so that you can go and harass her?”
Paul didn’t even have the manners to look sheepish; instead he shot you an obvious wink. You shook your head at him, he came over to you and helped pull you to your feet, “Come and play with us?” He asked and kissed you.
“Ugh they’re gonna make me sick.” Embry pretended to throw up.
“Can you blame me? Look at her.” Paul announced and he wrapped his arms around your waist and spun you around.
“Don’t it’s a trap!” Quil shouted to the younger members of the pack, the last time that Paul had asked that Quil had told him that yeah, you were hot. Quil ended up with a shattered eye socket and Paul was given extra duties for a week for beating up a pack mate.

“Why don’t we let them play and go for a walk?” you asked him and he nodded vehemently. You grinned and his eagerness and guided him by the hand to wander down the beach to the tune of the rest of pack making retching noises. He dropped his arm over your shoulders and pulled you into him as you walked; you slid your arm around his back so that you could walk more comfortably against his side.

You felt him lean down and kiss the top of your head and mumble into your hair, “You know that I love you right?”
“Of course I do.” You told him and stopped walking so that you could push yourself up on your toes to kiss him. You pulled back and he almost pouted at the lack of contact, he waggled his eyebrows at you and you rolled your eyes before saying, “And I love you too.”

“Good.” He grinned and leaned down to kiss you again, his warm hand covering your cheek as his lips brushed yours. The pack was pretending to vomit again and without breaking the kiss you both flipped them off.

Judgey and English

Originally posted by alinok

A/N: Okay this one is reeeeally long but i got carried away and I didn’t want any part of the request to get missed out because I tried to squish it into less than 2000 words

Request:  could I maybe request an imagine where the reader is new and she moves to riverdale from England and she starts off as a waitress at pops and befriends Jughead because she’s all little and sassy and sarcastic. Then maybe she could become a river vixen and reggie and the football team all take an interest and juggy gets all jelly because he’s developed a subconscious crush on her 

Word Count: 3,249 (god.damn.)

Warnings: Bad pick up lines, some brief angst

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{Alice in Wonderland!AU x Monsta X}

i decided to write something fun for them,,,,,so take this wonderland au (it also got the most votes in my poll!!)~~~~ps: it probably makes no sense 

Shownu : Caterpillar 

  • lays shirtless in a huge canopy made of woven flowers and is usually not the type to answer if someone comes looking for him
  • like minhyuk will stop by and hang off a branch and try to pester shownu who just waves him off with one hand 
  • on his back are large tattooed wings in beautiful bright colors but he rarely lets people close enough to see them
  • talks sort of slowly so it’s hard to keep a long conversation with him without feeling sleepy or hypnotized
  • you’re trying to find a specific kind of potion that’ll help you grow taller and hatter kihyun told you the person to ask is shownu and so when you find him ,,,,,,,,,,, you call out
  • but there’s no response
  • so you decide to climb your way up into the canopy and to shownu’s surprise you manage your way in and slowly he begins to ask you who are you
  • but you just dig around in your pocket and go “hatter said you’d have this potion?” and you hold up the paper in front of shownu’s face
  • but he simply tilts his head and asks again, who you are
  • and you start telling him but something begins to shake the canopy and for a moment you think you see the tail of cheshire minhyuk
  • but then you’re like no,,,,it must be the wind??? what’s happening???
  • and the canopy swings back and forth and you look to shownu,,,,,,,only to see he’s as confused as you
  • until you lose your balance and all forward,,,,right into shownu’s chest
  • and you’re like soRRy,,,,,but you can’t help it your face is against his bare skin and
  • shownu,,,,,,,whose reflex was quick enough to catch you,,,,,,,is taking very very vERY slowly to let you go and you’re like blushing because uM AnYWAY thE PotION
  • and shownu takes a moment but tells you that you’ll need to get the potion from the red queens garden and you’re like ???? whose and shownu mumbles something 
  • and lays back down,,, turning onto his side and you see the wings on his back and you’re like,,,,,,,,well you need to leave but you’re also like,,,,staring at him because,,,,,,wow,,,,but also,,,,,seriously does he just sleep all day 

Jooheon : White Rabbit 

  • jooheon in big round glasses, a white button down, and suspenders,,,,,,,,,a pocket watch he keeps fretting over around his neck???
  • bunny ears that twitch whenever someone mentions the time and he realizes he’s late
  • keeps trying to escape the clutches of minhyuk who likes to tease him and purposely take up his time with silly riddles 
  • always runs past you when you want to ask him something 
  • and at some point you get annoyed because you reALLY need to know why he was in your backyard checking his watch because if he hadn’t been you wouldn’t have fallen down this damn hole
  • and so you finally catch him when you spot him sitting under a tree in the queens garden and you’re like jOOHEON
  • and he jumps up,,,,completely red in the face,,,on suspender falling off his shoulder and he’s like 
  • I-I-I- HAVE to bE GOING !!! iM LATE to SEE HyunGWON-
  • and you’re like no no no and you end up having to chase him through the queens garden,,,which is more like a maze than anything,,,,and when you finally both end up at a dead end
  • you panting with your hands on your knees and jooheon nervously fidgeting his ears you go whY do you keep running from me???
  • and he’s like “i can’t be seen with you!! if changk- i mean the red queen sees he’ll have my head!”
  • and you’re like why???? and jooheon just keeps looking around like he’s scared a guard will come through the bushes
  • so you stretch your hands out to put on his cheeks and you’re like “hey,,,look at me! calm down ok?”
  • and he locks eyes with you,,,,and you smile softly and that somehow seems to get him settled but also you can feel his cheeks getting hotter under your touch and you’re like ??? are you ok
  • and he’s like fIne,,,,and you’re like “ok i have a question then what were you doing in my backyard?”
  • and jooheon twitches his nose ,,,you know the way rabbits do,,, and he’s like “im not sure,,,,but yo-you made me late!!!”
  • and you’re shocked because huh??? you made him late???
  • and jooheon pulls up the loose suspender and is like “i,,,,,got caught up staring at you,,,,,,anD i couldn’t make it to tea,,,”
  • and you’re like wait staring at me? and he’s like you,,,,you’re quite- i hadn’t ever seen someone so - – p–r–pret-
  • but he doesn’t finish the sentence because his watch goes off and he makes a sound of surprise and dashes off out of the maze again and you’re like DAMMIT
  • but what?????? was he going to say??????

Kihyun : Mad Hatter

  • keeps throwing parties every three or so hours because he forgets about the party from before
  • wears the bright, big top hot with a mismatched colored suit and if you look directly into his eyes you can see that one is brown and the other is ,,,, green 
  • breaks out into song whenever he can (to the unfortunate luck of hyungwon) and can drink tea upside down 
  • is overall confusing,,,,loud,,,,and a little sensitive when you ask him what day it is,,,,but other than that he’s really fun and flirty
  • which you know because whenever you pass by his place he’s always rushing out the door to get you to join him and the others,,,,,,that being literally hyungwon asleep at the table and wonho watching kihyun gleefully 
  • and you’re always like “kihyun,,,,you still didn’t clean the dishes from the last party????” and he’s like what last party????
  • but even so as you’re watching him pour tea into three different cups and sing about the weather
  • you can’t help but,,,,be happy around him,,,,,even if he’s a little weird
  • but what you don’t expect is for him to pull you up out of your chair and onto the table
  • and you’ve never??? stood up on a table before??? and you’re clinging to kihyun’s lapels because oh no if you take another step you might step on one of the plates and you want to return to your seat
  • but kihyun seizes the chance and spins you around and cups and plates and sugar cubes go flying everywhere
  • but kihyun swoops you up before you can kick the teapot over
  • and it’s almost like,,,,there’s magic,,,,,in the way kihyun dances with you on this table
  • and you look up ,,,,,to see him grinning ,,,,, two different colored eyes sparkling 
  • and you’re like “kihyun- hatter- i can’t danc-”
  • and he just says noNSENSE and keeps spinning you around
  • and hyungwon and wonho watch from their seats,,,,wonho clapping and hyungwon yawning
  • as kihyun waltz you up and down the table,,,,dipping you at one point so you’re almost at risk of being dropped off the table,,,but then he pulls you back up
  • and again you’re looking into that smiling,,,,,,,,ever so mischievous smirk and you want to say something but you’d rather just let kihyun lead you in this whimsical dance 
  • because what’s a party without any dancing right~

Minhyuk : Cheshire Cat

  • purple striped ears and tail that match the purple collar around his neck
  • he’s super acrobatic and likes laying on branches and hanging off random things 
  • keeps showing up above your head and disappearing in the blink of an eye???? the last thing you see are his sharp, white teeth
  • but if you scratch behind his ears he basically melts which is pretty cute
  • makes lots of jokes that kind of don’t make sense but you laugh anyway because he looks kinda cute making a fool out of himself,,,,,,,,,,and you don’t really know but he does it for the sake of your entertainment hehe
  • and a lot of the time  you find yourself only seeing him when you’re alone 
  • like you’ll walk through the dark forest and you’ll suddenly hear a familiar laugh
  • and minhyuk will lean his chin on your shoulder out of nowhere
  • or wrap his tail around your wrist
  • and it always surprises you,,,,,but he’s alway nice to see because when he’s there,,,,,you don’t feel so lonely in this new place
  • and one evening,,,,as you’re dining with the queen you almost spit out your drink because you see minhyuk show up behind him, picking up the crown off his head and twirling it around
  • and you’re trying not to laugh but ,,,,,even when minhyuk hops up onto the table in front of the queen??? like he still can’t see him????
  • and you excuse yourself for a moment,,,,,,,minhyuk disappearing from the table and reappearing beside you when you get back into the hall and you’re like 
  • “????why can’t the queen see you???” and minhyuk shrugs and says something about his ‘oddness’ not matching up to the queen’s ‘madness’ and you roll your eyes because whY does everyone speak in riddles here
  • but you also lean up a bit to fix the collar around minhyuk’s neck because it seems like it’s lopsided 
  • and minhyuk,,,,for the first time,,,,,,his teasing smile wavers and he puts his hand over yours and is like,,,,what are you doing
  • and you’re like because of your shenanigans back there your collar got turned!!! im fixing it
  • and minhyuk,,,,,,,,he,,,,,,,keeps his hand over yours
  • and you don’t really notice it but it’s actually been a long time since minhyuk has been able to touch someone physically
  • most of the time he plays pranks and disappears but you’re here ,,,, in front of him,,,,,,,,,,,,warm,,,,,,
  • and before he can control himself he nuzzles his nose against the side of your hair and you freeze up
  • and ,,,,,,, it’s gentle,,,,you’re not scared but?? 
  • the door opens suddenly and the queen comes barrelling in asking whAT is taking you so long and you’re like “i was with the cat- oh he’s gone?”

Hyungwon : Dormouse 

  • his suit always has tea stains on it and his hat is practically falling off his head 
  • hatter kihyun always puts hyungwon’s hands in teacups so when he wakes up he always scratches at his nose and he ends up with a wet hand in his face
  • which kihyun thinks is HILARIOUS and hyungwon just murmurs about how he really should find somewhere else to take his naps
  • his mouse ears are hidden in his messy hair but if he puts his head down on the table you can see them peeking out
  • you end up trying to clean up after another unbirthday party for the hatter and march hare,,,,,those two had escaped back into the forest saying something about a trial at the queens court
  • so you and hyungwon are left alone and as you’re stacking dinner plates and saucers 
  • you notice his hand is,,,,literally in a cup of cold tea
  • and you mutter that kihyun is at it again so you go over and take his hand out and you use the edge of the tablecloth to dry off his long fingers
  • when suddenly you hear a sleepy voice ask you what is going on
  • and you tell hyungwon that you’re just trying to make sure kihyun’s prank doesn’t work again
  • and he seems to nod, but puts up his other hand to rub his eye and you grab it like WAIT i didn’t dry that one yet
  • and you sit there,,,,,looking up to see hyungwon slouching over you and you’re like “wait,,,,how tall are you?”
  • and he gets up on shakey legs and you’re like WOAH and hyungwon is like “not,,,,that tall i fit into a teapot if i tr-”
  • and you’re like in what teapot do those legs even manage to get into it???
  • and you notice when he shakes his head a bit his ears and the tail that sways behind him and you’re like “are you a-,,,,,,,,,,,,,mouse?”
  • and he shrugs and says that he doesn’t care what he is, but he knows he’s sleepy and you’re like ok but don’t sleep at the table hatter kihyun will comeback to prank you again
  • and hyungwon suddenly offers you his hand and is like
  • “i know a good nap,,,,,,spot,,,,,the flowers near shownu’s canopy are ,,,,,,, extra soft,,,,,,,want to go nap there - together?” 

Wonho : March Hare 

  • absolutely adores everything hatter kihyun does 
  • unlike jooheon’s ears which are always at attention and alert,,,wonho’s lay against the side of his head and are kinda floppy when he gets up to dance
  • wears a different color bow tie every day and he claims it’s because you need a different bowtie for every unbirthday party
  • you’ve seen him speaking with the flowers and trees before and you thought he was just mad,,,,,until the flowers spoke to you too
  • he once told you his favorite tea is super rare because it comes from the red petals from the queen’s garden which commoners can’t have
  • you meet him when he’s actually not at the table with hatter kihyun and dormouse hyungwon
  • and he’s explaining to you that someone told him he could find the queen’s red roses on the path toward the white rabbit’s house
  • and so you’re walking together and you notice how much more reserved he is when kihyun isn’t around and you want to ask something
  • when suddenly something falls into your hands and???? it’s a red rose
  • and you look up and cheshire minhyuk is lounging on a branch and is like “why hare,,,,,,,you haven’t said more then three words to our traveler,,,,,,,,cat got your tongue?”
  • and wonho wants to say something but minhyuk drops down from the branch and picks up the rose in your hand and puts it behind your ear and is like “i know why ,,,,,,,,,,the hare is all embarrassed~” 
  • and wonho reaches out to try and take a hold of minhyuk but the other vanishes while laughing only to reappear back on the branch this time hanging upside down off it
  • and he’s like “the march hare has a crush~ a crush on you~ and it’s his birthday not his unbirthday ~~~ don’t you think he deserves a gift~~~”
  • and with a wink sent your way minhyuk is gone and you’re standing there looking at wonho like it’s—-it’s your birthday???? 
  • and blushing,,,,using his ears to cover the bottom half of his face wonho nods and you’re like aw,,,,well it’s your birthday you should have this
  • and you take the rose from behind your ear and give it to wonho,,,,who seems to still be a little embarrassed and you’re like “oh! and take this-”
  • as you reach up to kiss his cheek
  • which leaves his ears standing up straight for the first time heheh

Changkyun: Red Queen

  • doesn’t like being called the red king because in games the king never does anything but get protected,,,,,the queen on the other hand is powerful
  • so if anyone calls him ‘king’ , ‘prince’, etc. well,,,,,,off with their heads
  • wears a red cape,,,,red crown,,,,red nail polish,,,,,,,,and most people say that the red that underlines his eyes is actually the blood of those he beheads,,,,,,
  • BUT those are all rumors so what do we know (they are,,,most of the time no one actually gets hurt because jooheon spends hours writing pardons for every little thing changkyun gets mad over)
  • likes to play croquet and likes it when you tell him he’s right,,,
  • the moment you stumble upon him,,,changkyun takes a liking to you because you compliment how he looks in his cape
  • and before you know it you find yourself at his side for his croquet game,,,even calming him down after he sentences minhyuk to be captured for making a fool out of him again
  • which is something no one in wonderland has ever been able to do,,,,like changkyun’s temper cannot be calmed, but all you had to do was touch his hand and smile
  • and it seemed like all the anger just fizzled out and changkyun just smiled back
  • and people keep saying that sooner or later you’ll be the queen’s chosen one,,,,,,,and you’re like he doesn’t like me like THAT MUCH
  • but say that to the fact that during a royal feast instead of having you sit in the chair beside his changkyun had straight up just pulled you into his lap
  • feeding you the reddest of cherries and draping his favorite cape of your shoulders
  • and hatter kihyun had come over for the ball and jokingly asked for a dance to which changkyun told him if he ever wanted to drink tea again he better bet it or else that mouth of his would be-
  • changkyun spent the rest of the night telling you all about how he was planning on painting every white flower in the garden red
  • and when you’d asked him if maybe you should change your clothing from blue to red changkyun had immediately ordered you a new,,,completely red,,,,,wardrobe 
  • changkyun: “off with their-”
  • you: “here eat this red apple and kiss me instead ok?” 
I Finally Found You  (M) // Kim Taehyung, Werewolf!AU

Originally posted by myeong-su

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Werewolf!AU, Smut, Fluff

Summary: You and Taehyung have been searching your whole lives for each other. Being Werewolves, you both dreamed of the day you would finally be able to meet your other half. And finally, fate brings you both colliding into each others worlds.

This scenario is rated M for MATURE as it contains smut, spanking, biting and all that good stuff

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Party

Request: could you do one where Shawn and y/n are going to a party and Shawn gets jealous because people are flirting with her.

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“Wow.” Shawn says looking you up and down slowly, taking in your appearance. “Do a spin for me, Y/N.”

You blush and laugh at his request, “You want me to do a spin?” You hold the hem of your dress and spin around 3 times, which creates a breeze that makes the dress float high around you, “There you go.” Dizzily, you lean towards the wall and put out your hand to steady yourself and stop from falling over.

Shawn puts his arms around your waist and nuzzles his head into your neck. You feel his hand brush over your bare back, as the dress has a cut out section hidden there underneath your long straightened hair. He breathes in your scent, and you just stand there for a while treasuring this moment; before you have to leave to go to the party. He takes your hand and your fingers intertwine perfectly. You step in-sync down the stairs and then Shawn opens the door for you, “After you, beautiful.” He says grinning.

“Thank you.” You tell him, and then curtsy as a joke. Shawn’s Jeep Wrangler is parked on the drive of his family house right in front of you and you head towards it, walking quite carefully in your extremely high heels.

Shawn runs ahead of you, “Hold up, hold up!” He shouts, and reaches out to open the car door for you. “Okay, now get in!” He tells you.

Again, you laugh out loud and try to climb as gracefully as you can into the front seat of Shawn’s car. He walks around the front of the car, gives you a little baby wave and gets in the driver’s seat. Adjusting his seat and the car mirror, you ask him, “Why are you being like this?” You question him curiously whilst still giggling.

“I’m only treating you the way that you deserve to be treated.” Shawn responds, putting his hand on your thigh affectionately. He then backs out of the drive impressively quickly and gets onto the road.

Shawn always seems to know just the right thing to say. How does he do that? The whole journey there you both make jokes back and forth to each other and Shawn exchanges flirtatious glances with you. He pulls up to the house where the party is, and Shawn rapidly undoes his seatbelt and jogs around the front of car before you realise what he’s doing.

People in cars arriving nearby are looking in your car to see who has arrived, and Shawn opens your car door like a chauffeur. You get out of the car, and laugh at Shawn once again. “I love you, Shawn.” You say, and you put your hands on the sides of his face, lean in and kiss him. With these heels on, you’re now just slightly shorter than him which feels strange, but the kiss still holds the same feelings that it’s always had. Both of you aren’t too big on public displays of affection, so the kiss only lasts for a short time, and then Shawn wraps his arm around your waist and walks you in to the party.

“Hey, Y/N!” You hear someone shouting from the doorway of the house. It’s hard to see them in the partial darkness, but you recognise the sound of their voice. It’s Matt: your old friend from school that you haven’t seen for about 3 years.

Shawn takes his hand off of your waist which enables you to run forward slightly and hug Matt. “Oh my God! I can’t believe it! How are you?” You ask him happily.

Matt hasn’t changed one bit, and simply looking at him makes you feel nostalgic of the long days spent at school and just hanging out together along with the rest of your big group of friends. “I’m good, actually, better now that I’ve finally seen you again.” He replies, looking you up and down as Shawn did earlier.

“Hey, I’m Shawn.” Shawn holds out his hand as he comes over to where you’re standing in the doorway. Matt shakes his hand, “Y/N’s boyfriend.” He adds, trying to be subtle.

Looking shocked for a moment, Matt thinks hard and then it looks as though something then clicks in his mind, “Wait… I know you, I’ve seen your face before somewhere.” He tells Shawn.

Shawn smiles wryly to himself, “Um, maybe you saw me performing somewhere or in a magazine?” Matt looks at Shawn, and you can see the immense confusion as clear as day all over his face. “I’m Shawn Mendes.” He explains but still, there’s no reaction from Matt and you can see Shawn now becoming marginally infuriated. “I sing this song called Stitches? Or maybe you know Treat You Better? Mercy? There’s Nothing Holdin’ Me Back?” He crosses his arms and waits for a response.

“I’ve probably heard them before… but I don’t know them off the top of my head, sorry.” Matt replies, laughing softly in an attempt to break the awkward atmosphere that Shawn successfully created.

You take Shawn’s arm and move your head to gesture that you should move away. “It was really nice seeing you, Matt.” You say kindly, and you can feel his eyes still on you as you walk with Shawn to go and get a drink.

“What the hell was that? How have you changed so much in the last few minutes?” You ask him, raising your voice just a little bit so he knows that you’re serious.

He gazes at you and looks quite guilty as he shrugs, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.” Shawn tells you, “I guess I’m a little… jealous.” He shrugs his shoulders and you’re stunned that he actually admitted this.

It’s cute really, but he does this a bit too often. Shawn just assumes that any guy you know wants to get with you, and he gets jealous when people have known you for longer than he has – even though your months so far dating have felt like forever. You can’t remember what it was like not being with Shawn, and you want him to understand that.

Shawn pours drinks out for you both, and you thank him with a smile. Someone calls out Shawn’s name from what sounds like the corner of the room, “Y/N, is it alright if I go and talk to them?”

You laugh incredulously, “You don’t need to ask me – do whatever you want to do. It’s cool.”

The moment Shawn walks away from you, a breeze tickles your back and lifts your hair up slightly. It’s not a breeze from an open window or door though. Someone brushed past you, and then turned their head back swiftly to look at you.

“I didn’t realise it was you!” Matt looks shocked, and he looks around cautiously to see if he can spot Shawn anywhere in sight. You guess that when he can’t see him nearby, he thinks it’s now okay for him to actually approach you and talk to you. He takes a big drink from his cup, “So what’s up with your boyfriend then?” He smiles, which means that he now just has the widest grin you’ve ever seen considering he was already smiling before he smiled again.

You take the tiniest sip of your drink, “I honestly have no idea, but he’s okay now don’t worry.” You reply, realising that for some unknown reason you feel slightly uncomfortable. Out of habit, you do exactly what you normally do in awkward situations: which is look down at the ground, keep shifting your feet and alternating the leg that you put most of your body weight on.

He’s still smiling. It’s a very big smile. “I wanted to say this earlier, but I don’t think it was a good time as we weren’t alone. But I truly believe, Y/N, that you are the most beautiful girl here and you look amazing tonight.”

Matt is very confident – he always has been. When you were younger and you were both very close friends, he used to tell you which girls he liked and asked if you thought that they liked him back. If you gave him an answer that even slightly hinted at a yes, he would go for it. Go straight up to the girl and let her know his thoughts and feelings. He didn’t care about rejection at all. He was just so brave and you admired that. You used to dream it would be you one day he liked, but you stayed as and never faltered from being the girl he asked for help from. You were never the target for his love. One day, you thought his confidence may tone down a little bit, but it seems that it has only increased with age as most things do.

“That’s very sweet of you to say, Matt.” You tell him, and you know instantly that he has no impact on you now. If Shawn had said that to you, you would have blushed. Hard. He may be trying to flirt, but you’re not willing to be swept off of your feet by anyone else but Shawn for a very, very long time.

Matt moves in closer, which makes you stiffen marginally. You’re extremely wary of what he might do, especially considering the fact that he’s been at this party for a lot longer than you have so he’s fairly drunk right now.

You feel another breeze on your back, but this time it’s so strong it feels more like a scratch than a tickle.

“Hey, whatever-your-name-is! I think you’ve probably been talking to my girlfriend for long enough now.” Shawn states firmly as he slides smoothly in between both of you thankfully. “I really fancy ordering a pizza and watching Harry Potter at home right now.”

Subtly, you give him a sweet smile that’s only for him. It shows you’re grateful that he’s back, that you never want him to leave again, and that you would absolutely kill for a pizza right now and watching Harry Potter sounds 10 times better than this party. “Speak to you again soon, Matt.” You say kindly.

“Call me yeah?” Matt winks directly at you, and you see Shawn’s jaw clench tightly. Surely he knows that I would never call another guy (especially one I’ve known for practically my whole life) to talk in that way?

Shawn puts his arm around you and pulls you in gently, but in a way you know is purposeful to show Matt who’s superior. He makes you feel safe, and you’d go anywhere with him.

Exactly as you were expecting, Shawn heads towards the front door that you came in through not long ago. He still has his drink in his hand though just as you do, so before you head out you both look at each other with a knowing glance, and simultaneously down the rest of your drinks.

“Woah.” You say whilst clenching up your face, as you finally taste how strong the drink is.

Shawn chuckles, “Sorry I forgot you had alcohol. I just have water.”

You put down your cup on the side and playfully punch his chest, “Ugh I hate you, Mendes.”

With an even bigger smile than Matt’s earlier, he replies softly, “I love you too.”

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Updates by Peter Parker - Peter Parker x Reader

Request: ok so after watching the new homecoming trailer i’ve been drawn to the idea of peter making those little videos to send to his s/o / partner because after finding out about spider-man they’ve been almost over protective of ya get my drill. idk. it’s cute and you’re the only writer i’d trust with it

A/N: Sorry its been so long, guys! There’s been college stuff and vacations to worry about, but we’re slowly getting back into the groove of things. If you’ve requested something a while ago, don’t worry, we’re getting on those! I hope you guys enjoy this one! I wrote half of it a week before I saw Homecoming and wrote the rest after, so I hope I do his character justice?? (Also the breaks in between separate the videos, if that makes sense??)

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{Let Oppa Teach You.}  Jimin ☽ 0.1

Originally posted by kookmint


0.2


Warning: This is quite explicit and graphic so please do not read if that bother you or makes you feel uncomfortable.

Features : Oppa Kink, And After Care

A/N: I hope you enjoy this! Especially all the freaky Army’s out there, if y’know what I mean…

{Description: You tutor bad boy Park Jimin in Trig and he tutors you in sexual health and education *wink* *wink* A.K.A. He start giving you dat work}


“Good job Miss Y/N, you’ve scored the highest again this term.” Your trigonometry teacher smiled as she handed you your graded test, that had a bright red ‘A’ at the top.

You smiled and slightly bowed your head in her direction.

“Everyone, please give a round of applause for Y/N.” Your teacher announced to the class.

You could feel your cheeks begin to turn red as you felt the attention in the room all on you, you averted your gaze to your feet and bowed and whispered thank you under your breath.

Thankfully, the final bell of the day had rung, and everyone quickly ran for the exits, eager to start their weekend.

You as usual had waited for everyone to leave before you so you didn’t have to deal with being pushed and tugged around in a crowd.

You had been taking your time getting to your locker to pick up the books you’d dropped off there last period, you’d need them over the weekend, you walked home so you could take as long as you wanted leaving the school without worry of missing a bus.

And it wasn’t like you had any friends waiting on you. You could call yourself a bit of a loner. People had just never really noticed you and you preferred it that way, high school is already hard enough on its own, you didn’t need to involve yourself in unnecessary petty drama that flooded the halls.

You were content with just being you.

As you turned the corner down the hallway that your locker was on, you immediately recognized one of your teachers standing near the entrance of their classroom…angrily talking with a student.

You shrugged and crossed the hallway to your locker, quickly you spun in your locker combination and it popped open. You tried to focus on gathering your things but you couldn’t help but listen in on the heated conversation.

“Your behavior today in class was highly inappropriate, and let’s not even talk about your grades. At this rate, I’ll have to fail you.” Your teacher snapped.

You’d never seen him angry, so whoever this student was must’ve done something pretty bad.

“Yah…! You can’t do that, if I fail this class I don’t graduate.” The student hissed.

You stuffed your books in your backpack and slung the straps over your shoulder.

“I can and I will if you don’t make some major behavioral and academic changes, we’re already two quarters of the way into the school year, you’ll need a miracle to fix your grades.” He explained.

“How the fuck do you expect me to do all of that!” The student yelled loudly.

His loud voice echoing throughout the hallway had startled you…and that’s when it happened…

You’d fell and all the papers that had been in your hand at the moment, were now scattered throughout the hallway, making both your teacher and the angered student pause and look over at you for the first time.

Your teacher had quickly rushed over to your aid “Miss Y/N, are you okay?” He asked.

You inspected the small bruise on your knee that had already started turning purple, you smiled and nodded and picked yourself up off the floor, you dusted your neatly pressed skirt off and adjusted your cardigan.

“I’m fine, thank you.” You smiled and bowed.

“You should be more careful.” He chuckled.

You nodded and turned to begin picking up your lost papers only to see the very same student who’d been arguing with your teacher was picking up the last piece of paper.

“Oh! Kamsahabnida, you didn’t need to.” You said politely.

The student had stood up straight finally giving you a perfect view of his face.

Park Jimin.

Resident bad ass at your school. Everyone knew who he was, even you who was a grade below him knew all about him. You never spoke to him personally, but just by the way he carried himself you had developed a pretty good idea of what he was all about.

Regardless of all of that, you had to admit that he was beyond attractive. Everything about him screamed sex, from the glossy Doc Martens he commonly wore on his feet, to his perfectly pouty lips, and his angelic chocolate eyes.

He was a literal piece of art, something that you admired and gazed upon, NOT something you touch.

His voice pulled you from your thoughts, forcing the color in your cheeks to deepen.

“It’s not polite to stare you know…” He hummed, his lips curved up into a smirk.

You parted your lips to answer but your teacher had interjected into the conversation.

“Miss Y/N, could I propose an arrangement?” Your teacher questioned looking deep in thought.

“An arrangement?” You questioned.

“Mr. Park Jimin here is failing quite horrifically to be exact.” He answered, earning a scoff and an eye roll from Jimin.

“He could really use a tutor, and having someone as bright as you are, I think he might just actually have a chance at passing my class this year…” He trailed.

“And…I heard from your homeroom teacher, that your still in need of a letter of recommendation…? Specifically, one for Harvard? I happen to be great friends with the dean up there, I’d love to put in a good word for you personally, as well as provide a letter.” He suggested.

My eyes widened at the mention of Harvard.

“Shouldn’t you being asking me if I even want to do it? Maybe I don’t have the time.” Jimin complained.

“According to your grades, you have plenty of time.” Your teacher said immediately shutting him up.

“So, what do you say Miss?” Your teacher smiled.

This was going to be doing the opposite of all of the rules you’d set for yourself the very moment you set foot in high school.

But this was Harvard we were talking about, your family wouldn’t be able to send you to Harvard alone, and you’d been working your ass off to achieve a scholarship, and a letter of recommendation would at least allow you to have your foot in the door.

“I’d love to.” You smiled.

“Perfect. And as for you Jimin, I hope you appreciate Y/N’s kindness and take advantage of this opportunity. Have a lovely weekend you two.” Your teacher smiled and retreated into his classroom, leaving you and Jimin alone.

“I’d love to.” Jimin said mimicking you in a high pitched girly voice.

And it was at that moment that you knew that this was not going to be as easy as you thought it would be.

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It’s been a good two months since you had begun tutoring Jimin. Much to your surprise, Jimin had been making many strides in improving his grades, he had moved up a whole letter grade and you could tell that he was proud of himself, even if he didn’t show it.

Luckily for you, winter break was here and you could finally take a break. Your parents had made plans to visit your grandmother for a day, knowing how much you’ve been working they allowed you to stay back and take your younger siblings with them.

Seeing as you were alone all day, you had settled to just lounging around in a pair of baggy sweatpants and a hoody. You took up residence on the long comfortable couch in your living room and binge watch your favorite dramas and variety shows.

It was a couple of hours into your day just as your eyes had closed, and your body relaxed itself for a mid-day nap. That was until your obnoxiously loud ass doorbell rang making you jolt out of your sleep. You grumpily stomped off to the front door, grumbling under your breath.

You opened the door expecting it to be a package or those same little snotty kids who lived nearby and kept ding dong ditching your house, but what you didn’t expect was to see Park Jimin, with his hands stuffed in his pockets and a smile on his face.

“What are you doing here Jimin?” You questioned.

“Sheesh..what is wrong with your generation today, I’m your elder making me your Oppa.” He smirked pushing his way inside.

You rolled your eyes and folded your arms over your chest “How did you even find my house?”

“Magic.” He answered as he inspected the family pictures that covered the walls.

Not having the energy to argue with him today you just ignored it and made your way back to the couch to finish your show.

Jimin followed you and even made a point of diving in front of you to steal the spot he saw you going for. You narrowed your eyes at him and snatched a pillow off the couch and raised it to begin your assault.

Jimin flashed his trademark smirk before pulling you down on to the couch with him by your wrist.

You flicked him on the forehead and attempted to push him off the couch, but he wouldn’t budge.

“You’re so tiny and cute.” He smiled raising a hand to squish your cheeks together.

“Look who’s talking Mr. 186cm.” You bit back, making Jimin only smile wider.

Swiftly, Jimin rolled the two of you over until he was on top, he trapped you by placing his hands beside your head. You froze at the sudden change of the tone of the conversation.

“I like you.” Jimin stated bluntly, his eyes not leaving yours.

“What are you talk-

Jimin rolled his eyes for the umpteenth time slightly making you wish they got stuck back there, before he smashed his lips against yours, pulling you in.

His hands ran up and down your sides, as he explored his mouth with your tongue. You hesitated for a moment until you melted into his touch and kissed back. You both pulled away as the need for air became present.

His lips had moved to your neck littering your collarbone with love bites. Your hands that had naturally moved to his hair and began tugging at his newly dyed pink locks, had elicited a deep groan from Jimin.

He pulled away to finally look up at you, gauging your reactions to his advances.

“We can stop, you know that right?” He said with serious expression on his face.

You weren’t sure what to think of Jimin’s “confession” but you were sure that you didn’t want to stop.

“I don’t want to stop.” You admitted.

 A/N: SIKE…no smut this part. Lol I’m sorry.

Call Boy Taeil (Taeil x Reader)

Rating: M

(A/N) Ayyyy what is up my dudeS??? I’m back with another installment to the NCT Call Boy Series!!! This time, I’m back with my number two main man, Taeil!! Listen, I think our old man needs more love and more smut literature because I crave that damn shit like a cocaine addict with crack lmao Anyway, hope you enjoy this one!!!!

Originally posted by tenthmark

You’re thumb stopped on the green call button, body shaking as you willed yourself to just press it. Part of you thought it was a good idea, the other half screamed for you to forget about it all entirely and just cry in your bed alone again.

It had been a few weeks since your long time boyfriend of over three years broke up with you. But that wasn’t even the worst part, he broke up with you, even though you should have broken up with him. You had caught him cheating a month or so ago, heart crushed into the dirt when you saw the way he moaned and bit his lip in ecstasy, while some unknown girl did things to him only you thought you could. When you told him what you saw, he had looked like a man staring death in the face, tears spilling down his cheeks as he explained that it was because he was drunk and didn’t realize how much he had drank, that he would never think about doing it ever again.

Because he loved you more than anything.

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Assistant to the Captain pt. 4

Prompt: Natasha convinced Steve he needs an assistant even though he’s convinced he can do it all himself. He gives in and that’s where you come in.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2790

Warnings: slow burn, language, alcohol

A/N: another part for you all. i said this was slow burn and i’m staying true to that haha. hope you all enjoy!

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Part 3

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You’d almost forgotten it was Saturday until you got to the mall. It was packed full of people, families, couples on dates. It took a couple stores until you found a dress that you thought would be appropriate. It was black and came up to your mid thigh. The front was very conservative but the back was very open and ended with a straight line. But it exposed a great deal of your back. It was form fitting in the bust but when it reached your waist, it puffed out. The folds of fabric in the front gave it a bit of dimension. It was perfect.

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Okay so @xxtorchxx did the thing, prompted by @bridgetteirish and @reginalovesemma. I’m just finishing what they started. M’lud.


Alex knows that a cupcake isn’t enough, not for Kara’s appetite or for the level of damage to her feelings. It had been tough to choke back revulsion long enough to pretend that the alien frat boy might be a viable option, but thankfully Kara had been talked off that ‘complicated’ subject pretty quickly. She’d all but chased Alex out of the door before midnight, unheard of for their late night gossip sessions.

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You Deserve Better

Can you do a fic where pietro is an ass to the reader and she is like best friends with Bucky? And pietro is mean because he’s jealous of their relationship but one time he takes it too far and he never gets her? Thanks- Anon /// I was wondering if you could do a fic where the reader has feelings for Bucky but pietro is an asshole to the reader? But then Bucky says he loves reader and pietro gets all mad? Sorry if this is hard to understand - @lucihaspie

Note: hi guess who’s back. back again. ya girl. ok so I put these two together, I hope that’s okay! this took a while and I apologize! feedback is more than welcome and thanks so much for the request! .c

Originally posted by coporolight

Originally posted by thefirstgingerdoctor


You and Bucky have been best friends basically since he arrived at the tower. You were bold in trying to get him to be your friend, and he warmed up to you one night after you let him vent to you about what went on in his mind. 

He knew he could confide in you and come to you about anything. You knew you’d never match up to his friendship with Steve, but it was pretty damn close. You had to admit, you’ve actually fallen for the super soldier.

There was an issue though, you were bold, but not bold enough to tell Bucky how you really feel. So, you leave it hidden in the back of your mind, closed off until the right moment. If that would ever come. Most days, you had an annoying pest called Pietro to keep those feelings and thoughts at bay.


You had just gotten back from a mission, tired and covered in mud and grime. Your joints hurt and you had cuts littered all over your body. Though the mission was a success, you had Pietro yelling in your ear every step you took about how you almost messed it all up, even though you really didn’t.

The team followed behind you and Pietro, watching him scream at you. “You’re stupid! An idiot! You could have gotten me shot!” Pietro yelled with his thick accent, his arms flailing around. You bit your tongue, tasting the metallic iron rising to the surface from biting so hard. You stared straight ahead, trying to drown out the man yelling at the top of his lungs at you.

You heard heavy footsteps approaching and someone shoved Pietro to the ground, just to have him speed back to his feet. “Enough! She didn’t do a damn thing wrong! I am tired of you acting like she’s nothing! Leave her alone!” You heard Bucky yell at Pietro. The two were toughing noses and both breathing heavily. “Hit me. Go on, if you’re so tough.” Pietro spat menacingly as Bucky’s metal hand clenched.

Wanda stepped in between the two, both of their chests crowding her. “If anybody hits anyone, it’ll be me hitting the both of you. Stop it.” Wanda ordered, staring up at her brother’s face. Bucky growled and you heard his arm whirring. 

He stomped off towards your direction and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into his side as he placed his lips on your head. Pietro watched as you two walked off, his fists clenched.


A few hours had passed and you were all cleaned up. You were relaxing in the common room on the couch with Bucky, your head in his lap. Bucky’s hand was raking through your hair, gently scratching and massaging your scalp. You hummed in content with your eyes shut and Bucky stared down at you, a smile on his face. “That feel good?” Bucky asked, his voice just above a whisper.

You nodded gently as you opened your eyes to look at Bucky. He was staring down at you and you immediately blushed. Bucky chuckled, his body gently moving against you. “You’re cute when you blush.” Bucky said, caressing your hairline, letting his hand move down the length of your hair. “Are you serious? She’s not cute at all.” You heard Pietro’s annoying voice chime in.

Bucky’s head snapped towards Pietro, his jaw clenched. “Might wanna get your eyes checked.” Bucky grumbled, his hand ceasing it’s movement. You sighed and sat up, leaning against Bucky’s chest. 

A loud “ha” escaped from Pietro’s mouth. “My eyes work perfectly fine,” He said with a smug grin, taking a seat in the chair near the sofa, “I can see that Nat’s a goddess. Y/N? Nowhere near.” Pietro finished, his fingers tapping speedily against the arms of the chair.

You swallowed the lump that was forming in your throat. You had confided in Bucky one night about how insecure you felt about yourself and how you thought Natasha was better in basically every area. Bucky told you that he thought you were perfect and you should never talk so lowly of yourself.

You tried to move off of Bucky, but his arm slithered around your waist, holding you against him. Bucky sighed heavily. “Pietro, do us a favor and just leave, please.” Bucky snapped, his voice wavering between angry and calm. 

You sank into Bucky’s hold, feeling your face heat up. “Okay, tell me this, Barnes. Who would you choose between Nat and Y/N?” Pietro asked, causing Bucky’s breathing to stop and you to sit and wait for his answer.

Your heart was thumping in your ears as Bucky stayed silent. You shoved yourself off of Bucky, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. Pietro’s arm stuck out as you walked by him and he gripped your wrist. “Don’t touch me.” You spat, yanking your hand from him. 

Bucky stood to his feet, watching you two. Pietro smirked at you, his eyes staring into your watery ones. You saw a flash of something in his eyes, but you couldn’t place your finger on it. It almost looked like guilt, sadness, and pain. But you knew he could never feel bad about how he treated you.

Pietro shrugged and chuckled. “So, you know I’m right then.” Pietro said to Bucky as you walked away, not being able to handle standing there any longer. You weren’t there to see Bucky snatch Pietro up by his shirt and defend your honor, telling Pietro how you felt about yourself and how much he loved you. You didn’t see the anger take place in Pietro.

You ran to your room, shoving past a team member every now and then. Steve finally stopped you in your hallway, he had been in Wanda’s room, discussing Pietro earlier and what they should do to stop it for good. “Y/N?” Steve asked, his blue eyes observing your current state. You sniffled and looked at your shoes. “C-Captain.” You said, your voice breaking.

Steve stepped closer to you, his finger lifting your chin. “Y/N, you can call me Steve off duty. Tell me what’s wrong.” Steve said with a slight frown, wiping your tears. Your lip quivered and you threw yourself into Steve’s arms, sobbing into his navy blue shirt. “Pietro.” He said with a firm voice, he was all too familiar with this. His arms tightened around you before he pulled away.

You choked on another sob and Steve held your arms. “I’ll be back. Go to Wanda, talk to her, please.” Steve said before he placed a kiss to your forehead. You nodded and he left, his strides long and angry. You stood in front of Wanda’s door and she turned to you. “Hey Y/N-” She gasped at your wet cheeks and puffy eyes. “Again?” She asked, shaking her head as she walked over to you and hugged you.

You sighed into the hug, your arms holding her. “He’s so mean all the time.” You whispered as you felt Wanda’s hands rubbing your back. “I tell him to stop, he just doesn’t listen.” Wanda said softly, “Y/N, there’s something you should know.” Wanda said as she pulled back from you. You listened closely.

Wanda sighed and looked around her room, as if she were searching for what to say. “My brother is jealous of your relationship with Bucky.” Wanda finally said and your eyebrows creased together. “Wh-why? Why would that give him any reason to treat me so horribly?“ You questioned as you felt the anger in your stomach start to boil. You watched Wanda’s face as she gave you a look.

Wanda shook her head, her hair falling from behind her ear. “I-I think he likes you.” Wanda said, almost whispered. Your mouth fell open and you took a step backwards. Pietro treated you horribly because he was jealous and likes you? Who the hell does that? How is that right at all? You scoffed and wiped angry tears away, leaving Wanda’s room.

She rushed after you and grabbed your wrist. “Y/N! Please, don’t-” You turned to her. “What? Don’t hurt him?” You spat, squinting your eyes at her. She recoiled and frowned. She nodded and tucked her lips between her teeth before responding. “I can’t stop you.” She said, meeting your eyes. You scoffed. “No, you can’t.” You said before stomping away.

Your anger was something you hardly act on but now, you just wanted to lash out. You breathed in and out heavily, ignoring the sudden lightheaded wave that hit you. You took the elevator up to the common room and heard Bucky yelling already. No doubt at Pietro. You walked in cautiously, listening.

Bucky growled, shaking his head. “You’re the biggest piece of-of CRAP! You profess love but treat her like she’s nothing!? Yo-you-” Bucky pointed at Pietro, “are a waste of her time!” He yelled, his voice growing hoarse. Pietro was standing still, his shoulders slumped. You walked in and gained the attention of everyone. Wanda walked in beside you now.

You bit back your anger, deciding to spare Pietro your own wrath. Pietro turned to you and Bucky looked like he had been crying. Your heart sank as you walked up to Pietro. You looked up at him and he was about to speak, until your hand flew up and across his cheek. You heard gasps fall from the mouths in the room. Pietro held his reddened cheek and wiggled his jaw.

His eyes filled with tears and he looked down at you. Your hand stung but you shook it off, straightening your back and shoulders. “I deserved that.” Pietro said softly. You scoffed and shook your head. “You deserve a lot worse after everything you did to me.” You said, your voice smaller and weaker than you wanted it to be.

Pietro clenched his jaw and nodded, his cheek slightly swelling. “I, uh, guess you don’t feel the same, huh?” Pietro asked you, his eyes meeting yours. You shook your head, looking up at him. “No.” You said before turning on your heel and making your way back to your room.

Back in the common room, Bucky walked over to Pietro. “You fucked up. But at least she has someone to treat her right and who loves her.” Bucky said, walking away. Pietro scoffed and chuckled, getting angry again. Before he could speed over and give Bucky a swift punch to the face like he wanted, Wanda trapped him in her red shield.

Bucky kept walking, taking the elevator to your room.

You were sitting on your balcony with your legs dangling through the openings, letting the cold wind dry your fresh tears. You wiped at your cheeks and inhaled shakily, a little sob breaking through your mouth.

You couldn’t believe that someone would treat you so horribly and say such mean things to you, cutting you down to nothing but insecurities, and say they like you. You just couldn’t believe it.

You heard your balcony doors open, not able to see who it was as you stared down at the busy city far beneath you. “Wanda, if you’re here to scold me for slapping your brother, I’m not going to apologize.” You said through your sobs. “I was going to say it was pretty impressive, though I expected a punch.” You heard Bucky say with a small chuckle.

You couldn’t help but blush at the sound of his voice. You felt him pick you up by your waist, pulling you from the railing. You turned to Bucky and shivered from the gust of wind, your hair whipping into your face. He tucked it behind your ear and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You let Bucky take you back inside of your room, shutting the balcony doors.

You sat on your bed, leaning against your headboard. Bucky sat beside you and pulled you onto his lap. “Y/N, please don’t cry.” Bucky whispered, cradling your head onto his shoulder. 

You sniffled and held in your tears, a tired sigh escaping your lips. “I just don’t know how-I mean, he-” You sobbed again, shaking your head. Bucky held you closer and shushed you gently. He rocked you back and forth, his own heart breaking at your tears.

You sat in silence, listening to Bucky’s slow and steady breathing. You played with his metal fingers, finding comfort in the cold. Bucky placed kisses along your head, his flesh hand drawing random shapes on your thigh. “I love you, Y/N.” Bucky suddenly whispered, leaning his chin on your head. You stopped your movements and your breath hitched in your throat.

You sat up and turned in Bucky’s lap, straddling him as your eyebrows creased. “What?” You asked, your voice soft. You stared into Bucky’s eyes and he held your waist, his thumbs rubbing the small bit of exposed skin from your shirt riding up. Bucky smiled and looked at your face, studying every inch of it as if he would forget it.

Bucky inhaled nervously. “I love you.” Bucky repeated, his eyes searching yours. Your mouth fell open a tad as you processed what he just said. “But, earlier you didn’t say who you’d choose, I assumed you said Natasha after I left.” You said, looking away from Bucky’s eyes. “No, I’d choose you any day. I just didn’t know what to say, Pietro was pissing me off.” Bucky explained, rubbing your sides.

You looked up at Bucky again and looked at his lips. You leaned in slowly, building the courage to finally tell Bucky how you felt. “I love you too, Bucky.” You whispered before closing the distance between your lips and his. Bucky smiled into the kiss and pulled you closer, his metal hand cradling your head gently.

Your lips moved against each others perfectly as your hands found his long locks, gently raking through them. Your stomach flipped with happiness and you realized that you belonged with Bucky and nothing would change that.

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thirty days of skam fic: day twenty nine
aka, isak triple texts his one night stand, even, and the boy squad are in absolute despair at how desperate that looks

beginning. accusation. restless. leaves. rainbow. flame. formal. under. move. silver. prepared. knowledge. denial. cans. order. thanks. look. summer. transformation. tremble. tent. mad. thousand. paper. winter. luxury. letters. promise. simple. future.

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“Dude, this is so simple. This is like, entry level stuff.”

“Seriously Isak, how have you ever managed to hook up with anyone before?”

“Bro, come on, did you not take dating 101?  I mean, even I know this.”

Isak slumps back in his chair, gripping his beer between white-knuckled hands and glaring around the table.  At some point soon, he thinks to himself, he really needs to invest in some better friends.

“You can all fuck off,” he suggests, and then turns a baleful look to the middle of Jonas’s kitchen table, which they’re all sat around as they supposedly pregame for a big party in someone’s university halls tonight, although at this rate Isak’s not sure they’ll even make it to the party, since the guys now seem only invested in telling him off.  Isak’s phone is lying on the table between them all, still open to his most recent text conversation.  Mahdi had been holding it, but he’d felt the need to dramatically drop the phone in disgust as soon as he’d seen what Isak had done.

But in Isak’s defence, how was he supposed to know it’s bad to triple text?

“He was really hot,” he moans, bringing his beer bottle up to his forehead and pressing the cold glass against his temples. “Easily the best sex I’ve ever had, even though we both completely drunk.  Plus he was nice, and funny, and – I’m just supposed to never contact him again after that?”

There’s disbelief in Isak’s tone, because that can’t possibly be how it works.  He also refuses to believe he’s this out of the loop on the rules of dating – or that there are rules of dating to begin with, honestly.

“Exactly!”

“It was a one night stand!”

To be fair, Isak’s had his fair share of one night stands since coming out of the closet a few years ago, just before he graduated Nissen.  Possibly more than his fair share.  His time at University so far has involved a lot of time at parties and gay bars, a lot of guys with dark hair and dark eyes, just Isak’s type, a lot of kissing in shadowy corners and fucking in strangers’s beds.  He’s gone on a few regular dates too, but it never really caught his interest, and nothing ever turned into any kind of actual relationship, so he mostly does just stick to the hooking up – and through all of that, he’s never felt the urge to text a guy the next day.  Sometimes he’s taken their number but just never got in touch, and other times the parting has been more mutual, or else he’s snuck out in the middle of the night without saying anything, but never this.

This guy – Even, whose name still tastes heavenly in Isak’s mouth – had been different.  

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Sharing is Caring

Word Count: 2104

Player: Auston Matthews (Toronto Maple Leafs)

Feat. the Baby Leafs

Warning/s: mild language, hardcore fluff, requested by @memz-elizabeth-

Song: They Don’t Know About Us by One Direction

Originally posted by morganrielly

She’s a golddigger. He’ll get rid of her soon.

I’ll give them another two months. 

Come on they’ll never last he has a new gf in a couple of weeks.

Aw puppy love. Too bad puppies grow up.

I heard she was seen hanging out with Nylander again. She’s cheating!


Those were a few of the comments that kept popping up on your insta. You didn’t even follow those blogs, but still, you couldn’t help but read the comments under the photos that Auston posted of you. Or Marns or anyone actually. Every time you were in a photo, even just in the background, the comments kept going into directions like this. 

There were countless blogs dedicated to your relationship with Auston. Not in a good way though. Instead, they were discussing how it was ridiculous of you to be serious with each other. Everyone seemed to an opinion, most of them sharing the opinion that you were too young to know what love is.

“You okay, babe?”, Auston questioned. 

He was currently sitting on the couch, trying to get better in CoD, since Marns was still mocking him for being bad. You looked over from the kitchen, a small smile spreading on your face. His hair was a mess. He had insisted on staying up later than usual because he wanted to finish the season you were currently watching. So now he looked like he was in desperate need of a nap, lying on the couch half asleep, wearing a hoodie and sweatpants.

“I’m fine. Cheating on you with Willy as always. You, on the other hand, look exhausted.”, you chuckled.

Both you and Auston used to get super upset over the comments. You tried to prove everyone wrong, but every time you were the best girlfriend in the world, the ‘fans’ found a new thing to hate. After a while, Auston made you promise not to try so hard anymore. You were perfect to him already and there was no point in being perfect for everyone else. So it had become a joke. Sometime’s when either of you found a really hilarious comment or mysterious headline, you would share it with each other.

“What? You got over your affair with McDavid that fast? That was literally just during the World Cup of Hockey!”

“But you know, I am not emotionally capable of a long-distance relationship. That’s why I dumped him to flirt with the next guy.”, you grinned, plopping down on the couch next to him. 

Auston snuggled into your side, still focused on the game, as you started running your hands through his hair.

Auston and you had known each other since you were kids. He asked you out early in High School and you had been dating ever since. You were madly in love with that guy, willing to sacrifice everything for him. You saved up to visit him in Zurich as often as you could and when he returned, you were there when he was drafted. Auston never asked you to do anything, not wanting to put pressure on you, although he couldn’t be happier that you did all of that. 

Because you were important to him. You kept him sane with hockey and media drama. It had always been like that. So you both worked on a plan and you managed to successfully relocate both of your lives to Toronto.

Sure, it wasn’t always easy especially since you were both still young but it was worth it. The comments were still frustrating you, but you knew what you wanted. You wanted Auston in your life. Forever. Not just for a couple of months. And Auston couldn’t even imagine letting you go or breaking up with you ever. It was a once in a lifetime relationship.

“It’s still gross that you cheated on me with Marns last month. I mean, you were seen in a hotel together! You’re getting sloppy in hiding your affairs.”, Auston muttered. But he wasn’t playing anymore. Instead, he had his eyes closed, enjoying your touch.

“Yeah! Right. But did you know that - and you won’t believe this - Steph’s parents were staying in the exact same hotel? I mean, what else could we have been doing there?”

“Well, definitely not waiting for you boyfriend to stop being questioned by Steph’s Dad. Or waiting for Steph who forgot her purse in her parent’s room.”, Auston chuckled. 

You couldn’t hold back your laughter anymore, causing Auston to open his eyes and look at you.

“Your laugh is the best sound ever.”

“You say that every time. And you said the same thing about the new coffee machine!”, you laughed, stopping your motion in his hair Auston pouted, waiting for you to resume playing with his hair.

“But I don’t love the coffee machine.”

“That’s not what it sounded like when you convinced me we needed a new one.”

Auston grinned at you, before he tilted his head up, making a kissy face.

“But it’s great. Still, your laugh is better. Can I get a kiss?”, he smiled. 

His smile was adorable, and it made you fall in love with him again, every time. You leaned down to place a sweet kiss on his lips and when Auston was distracted, you snatched the remote from next to him and turned off the TV.

“Hey.”, he complained.

“Come on. It’s your day off. You promised to cook with me.”, you pouted. Auston leaned up to peck your lips, but he seemed to agree with you.

“I love you.”, he mumbled against your lips.

“I love you too, goofball.”


“You know, when you said we would cook together, I thought you would actually be helping.”, you grinned. 

You had just finished up the food and put it in the oven, but Auston didn’t do much to help you. Instead, he just kept his arms wrapped around you and his head on top of yours, making it hard for you to work.

“I’m good at grilling. Everything else is your specialty.”, he grinned, a yawn escaping his lips. 

You turned around to him and tried to look up, but he kept your head tugged under his chin. So, to be able to look at him, you hopped onto the counter behind you. Auston stood between your legs, tiredly smiling at you.

“You always get cuddly when you’re tired. You know that?”, you smiled back.

“You might have mentioned it before. Is that such a bad thing?”, he chuckled lightly.

“S'cute. I like it.”, you muttered, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss onto his nose. Auston answered by pecking your lips.

“Why did I agree to have Marns and Willy over for dinner?”, he asked.

“Because you’re a good friend that was worried they would eat takeout again? Because you were actually awake when you said that?”, you joked.

“But I want you to myself. And the food.”

“Aww. Sharing is caring. But they shouldn’t stay too long. You need your sleep before the game tomorrow.” You added another kiss, this time to his forehead, but Auston had other plans. He leaned in for a kiss to your lips, lazily remaining there for a while.

“You guys are gross. Why do you always do this?”, another voice whined. 

Both you and Auston jumped, turning around to an obviously amused Nylander. William was standing in the doorway, Marns next to him holding his phone up.

“Remind me why we gave them a key?”, you laughed, turning back to Auston.

“Something about emergencies.”, Auston replied. He pecked your lips again, this time much shorter, but just as sweet.

“Guys.”, William complained.

“What’s for dinner?”, Marns asked immediately after.

“Come on, let’s feed them or they won’t shut up.”, Auston laughed, helping you down the counter.


“I can’t believe you filmed us.”, Auston groaned his head in your lap.

As it turned out, Marns had his phone up because he recorded your little scene in the kitchen. Every single moment ever since they entered. And they had been standing there for longer than Auston and you knew.

So now, the newest thing on Mitch’s insta account was a video of you and Auston, of course, both of you tagged underneath. You were already preparing yourself for the comments to come.

“It was cute. Gross but cute.”, Mitchell grinned. 

Willy nodded approvingly. He too was featured in the video. Every time either Auston or you had said something cheesy, the camera had been turned to William or Marns himself, showing their reaction. From eye rolls to fake swooning and even a fake gagging everything was featured, making the whole thing hilarious. And Mitch’s phone was blowing up with notifications.

“Remember when you had that privacy talk with Matt, Marns?”, you said, raising your eyebrows at him.

“Yeah, yeah. Ask people before you post stuff. Blah blah. But you wouldn’t have allowed me to post it. So I didn’t ask. Plus: You guys are always so lovey-dovey but somehow no one ever found out beside us. I’m just giving them these important bits of information.”

“Like you said: Sharing is caring.”, William grinned, giving you a wink.

“I can’t believe you guys.”, you groaned, but you rolled your eyes with a smile.

“Oh my goodness. Mitchell! What is going on? I thought you only posted it on Instagram?”, Auston questioned suddenly.

“I did. Only there, I swear.”

“Why, baby?”, you asked.

“My mom just texted me. She thinks it’s the cutest thing ever and I can assure you my Mom is not on Instagram. It’s everywhere by now.”

Auston showed you the messages from both his Mom and Breyanna. You couldn’t help but laugh at it, but your face fell in shock when your own phone started going crazy causing Auston to laugh at you this time.

“Oops. I didn’t know it would blow up like this.”, Mitch shrugged. 

And although you didn’t want to, you automatically scrolled down to the comments.


Wow. Hate to say it but maybe they won’t break up.

I said it before you dumbfucks, they’re happy now get a life and stop hating on their relationship.

Did you know that they knew each other since first grade?

His Mom keeps posting photos of the two of them. They do look kinda cute.

He still deserves better.


Not all the comments were suddenly nice, but even the small amount of comments that were, made you smile. Of course, that got Auston’s attention. He snatched the phone from your hands and scrolled through the comments you had read, looking positively surprised.

“Looks like a little more insight into our relationship changed some of their minds.”, he chuckled.

“Yeah, seems like it.”, you muttered, smiling at him.

“They have no idea about us. And they will be bored in a couple of months. Although I have a feeling the break will be short. Think about the number of theories and comments they will come up with when I finally get you to adopt a dog and marry me.”

You snorted, shaking your head slightly.

“You got your priorities straight, huh?”, you teased.

“It’s not news to me that I want to marry you some day. But I only found out that we’re allowed to have a dog in this Apartment yesterday.”, he joked.

“Fine. We’ll think about it for a couple of months and if we still think it’s a good idea we’ll get a dog. Deal?”

“Deal. And you’re gonna marry me then?”, Auston continued to joke.

“Goof, we talked about this. Your Mom might love us, but she will give you the lecture of your life if you don’t at least let me finish college first.”, you chuckled.

“Fine. Dog, college, Wedding. At least Mom loves you as much as I do.”

“I love you too.” Auston pulled you down to him, but before you could actually kiss each other you were interrupted.

“Guys. You’re doing it again.”, Marns reminded you.

You looked up to see that Marns had his phone back up.

“Marns!”, Auston and you yelled at the same time. Auston threw a pillow at Mitch, but he just threw it right back.

“Sharing is caring!”, he insisted, although the words were going under as the whole group started to laugh.

Fast Firsts and Sloppy Seconds  (a Manorian/Rowaelin AU)

NOTE: This is a piece very near and dear to my heart!! Welcome to my very first TOG fic, and second fic overall! This is kind of a celebration of hitting 100 followers, and kind of a celebration of ACOWAR, but first and foremost, this is a gift for my girl @highlady-casandra. You’re pretty cool, I guess and I love you so so much but you already knew that <3 but also I really hope you’re sleeping right now or we’ll have to fight  Second, it goes to to my fellow Revolutionaries,  @miladyaelin  @snaps7@jxmessjrjuspottcr @throneofstars @fictionalcharactersaremyreality, y’all are the true heroes ;) Third, for @propshophannah, my favorite SJM blog and one of my favorite writers for this fandom, who is a hero in her own right for a million reasons. Thanks for existing. Last but not least, this one’s this is for all of you guys reading it!! I hope you enjoy, and I hope I didn’t butcher them too bad! ( @meabhd You’re a queen and amazing artist and I hope I didn’t butcher your accent/country too much :/ ) Without further ado, here we go!


Dorian and Aelin burst into the small lively Irish pub. Well, “burst” was kind of a strong word, considering how bogged down they were by their huge backpacks. The two friends had decided to travel across Europe after their college graduation. It was supposed to be a group of them, but they’d lost Lys and Aedion back in Italy. Chaol was supposed to meet them in Dublin – but that was if they ever made it there. The huge storm had come out of nowhere, and their flight had been redirected. Aelin had insisted they try to catch a ferry to continue on to Dublin – but when the huge waves had almost flipped over the boat, she conceded, and they were dropped off on the beach in some other part of Ireland. Trudging up the long hill, they finally came to the bustling pub – the only awake part of the small sea town. Gasping for breath and dripping wet, they glanced around for an empty table in the crowded bar, and spotted a couple getting up in the corner. They quickly grabbed the table before anyone else had a chance, pulling the massive weights off of their backs and flopping into the hard wooden chairs.

They could feel the heat of the packed pub seeping into their bodies. Groups of people danced around, producing more and more warmth as they jumped and whirled to the tune of the lively reel. The band in the corner looked like they’d been playing for a while, empty beer bottles scattered around their feet as they played.

They took a few minutes to settle down – wringing the water out of their soaked shirts. Aelin was running a hand through her long blonde hair, trying to untangle the wet tresses, when Dorian shook his head at her like a dog, spraying water everywhere. It was at this moment that the waitress walked over, a hand on her hip and a smirk on her face as she watched Aelin smack him repeatedly.

She stopped quickly when she noticed the gorgeous girl. A tray was balanced against her hip, and she had a long, messy white braid over one shoulder, along with a wicked grin on her bright red lips. “Name’s Manon,” she drawled, her Irish accent washing over them. “What can I get you lot?”

Dorian cleared his throat, quickly running a hand through his hair in an effort to look presentable. He began to stumble over his words as his eyes ran over her lithe, muscular body. “I – uh – we – do you have any, um, menus?”

She snorted, raising an eyebrow at the boy. No – man. He was in his early twenties at least. Her eyes quickly flashed to his flexing muscles as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. He was broad, tall, and all around gorgeous. His bright blue eyes avoided hers as she watched him squirm under her golden gaze. “Aye, o’ course lad, would you like some gold rimmed plates, too? What d’you think this is? A palace, princeling?” She rolled her eyes, scowling at the gorgeous man. Why was it always the pretty ones that were like this?

“I’ll take a Guiness –”Aelin’s cool voice cut in, as Dorian struggled to regain his composure. “And some food. We’re both starving.”

“Aye, and soaked through the bone,” Manon mumbled, glancing at their wet clothes. She let out a deep sigh as she crossed her impossibly long legs. “I’ll see what the boys can dig up – kitchen’s supposed to close any minute now.”

The full weight of her golden gaze turned back to Dorian, a smirk on her face as she watched him startle under the attention. “Anything else I can get you, princeling?”

He cleared his throat and narrowed his stormy blue eyes as he forced a smirk on his face. “A double shot of whiskey, please.” He winked at her then, feeling the bravery re-enter his voice. “Need something to help warm me up.”

“Aye,” she smirked, “and some of that Irish courage will do you good, as well.”

With that, she turned, making her way back to the bar. He couldn’t help but stare at her enticing hips as they moved from side to side. Just like she’d wanted him to.

He was cute, this American boy. Kind of ridiculous, but cute.

Soon enough she was back with their drinks, shot Dorian some heated looks, and was off again. He wasn’t usually a one night stand kind of guy, in most situations. But for her? For her he’d make an exception. Miles of long legs were barely covered by a pair of ripped jean shorts. She had on a loose red t-shirt, further accenting her bright red lips. Yet, even in the simple outfit, she looked like a queen. His queen.

Aelin rolled her eyes watching Dorian eye-fuck the white-haired beauty. Aelin thought she was kind of a bitch, but Dorian never listened to her opinions on his conquests. He was usually more of a relationship guy, but she could tell that this time he just didn’t care. And she wasn’t drunk enough to put up with his shenanigans.

With a heavy sigh, she stood up from her seat to get another drink. Dorian barely paid her any attention as his eyes followed the waitress, watching her float from table to table, laughing heartily as she flirted with everyone, lighting up the room with her smile.


Aelin stepped up to the bar, the barkeep nowhere to be found. She eyed the empty seat in the corner and decided to take it right as she noticed someone else about to make a move. It’s not like Dorian was much better company. She ran a hand through her long blonde hair, still wet from the rain. She’d opted to keep her soaked sweatshirt on, wearing nothing but a small tank top underneath. But between the grossly wet fabric against her skin and the heat of the pub, she was leaning closer and closer to taking the damn thing off. Finally, she gave in, ripping off the soaking wet hoodie. And of course, this was the moment the barkeep chose to arrive.

Rowan Blackthorn couldn’t help but watch, shell-shocked, as the blonde beauty pulled the dark sweatshirt off of her curvy torso. As if the barely-there lace tank top wasn’t bad enough, it slowly slipped up her body as she struggled with the sweatshirt. And there, in that moment, he knew he was absolutely fucked. He cleared his throat as he stepped up across from her, averting his eyes.

“What can I get you, lass?” His voice was a soft sensual rumble, but she couldn’t really properly enjoy it in her struggle.

“Right now,” she grunted, “a hand would be nice.” He winced at the fact that he was completely and totally about to begin his descent into hell, and reached over to pull the girl’s sweatshirt off.

She was suddenly greeted by six feet and four inches of pure muscle. She wasn’t exactly short, but the bartender towered over her. His short white hair was cut close to his head. Gaelic tattoos trailed down half of his face and one of his arms,clearly showing off his heritage. His bright green eyes caught her gaze, and she found herself unable to look away. “Um, thanks,” she mumbled, reaching to grab the sweatshirt that he was holding out to her.

They stood there then, just like that, watching each other. He took in her wet blonde hair that fell just to her shoulders, and her tight light pink tank top. At least it wasn’t see-through. Then he would have definitely lost it.

“Y’know,” she teased, trying to lighten the mood, “normally I don’t let guys undress me until after I’ve learned their name.”

He snorted at that. “Is that all it takes with you, then?” Shit. He couldn’t stop himself. The words were already out, but he’d immediately regretted them. Well, that was that, he supposed.

She narrowed her eyes at the man. As pretty as he might be, she wouldn’t put up with any bullshit he was presenting her with. “Give me another Guiness,” she snapped. He raised an eyebrow before turning around to grab it without another word. He pulled the cap of the beer straight off with his hands, the asshole. The muscles in his arms tensed and relieved as he accomplished it, and Aelin just about died.

It was in this moment that Manon sauntered over, two plates in hand. “Are you goin’ back t’yer boyfriend there, or are you stayin’ over here?”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” she scowled, reaching out a hand for one of the two plates. “On a good day he’s my friend. Right now though, he’s my pain in the ass. So yeah, I’ll eat over here.” Manon smirked as Aelin finally accepted the Guiness Rowan had been holding out.

She walked away, an extra bounce in her step as she once again made her way to Dorian. Aelin rolled her eyes at the predatory smirk that was growing on her friend’s face. It looked like he’d found his footing fast enough. She turned back to her beer, and the asshole of a bartender.

He’d begun to clean a glass, obviously trying to look anywhere but at her. She scoffed, rolling her eyes, and turning her attention to her meal.

Rowan was a fucking idiot. Yeah, Rowan. Great idea. Get the gorgeous girl to like you by insulting her. That always works. Then again, he was sort of out of practice. And more than that, she was only here for, what, a day? Two maximum? He was willing to bet the storm had rolled her in, and she’d be leaving as soon as it was over. Slowly shaking his head, he sighed. Rowan didn’t have time for more attachments to beautiful women who were just going to leave. So maybe being an asshole was a good idea.

Except then he heard the moan slip out of her mouth. And every logical thought left his head as his entire body stiffened at the sound.

“God,” she sighed, “who the hell is your cook, and can I marry him?”

Rowan cleared his throat, straining to talk as her husky voice just played over and over in his head.

Shit.

He was in such deep, unending shit.

“We have two cooks,” he grumbled, trying to prevent his voice from cracking as he watched her lick her fingers, unable to look away.

His words ran away from him as he watched her dip her soda bread in the Irish Stew and take a large bite, letting out another long, low moan. “Please tell me whichever one made this stew is single.”

A low growl built in his throat, the sight much too sensual to bear. That moan. However good that stew was, it couldn’t taste nearly as delicious as he was sure she did. What he wouldn’t give to have her thighs around his head, how she would moan then –

He grit his teeth, shook his head, and forced himself to look away, discretely adjusting his pants as he once again tried and failed to regain his composure. At the sound of bickering voices coming up behind him, Rowan let out a small sigh of relief. Saved by the devils.

“Fenrys, Connal!” He called behind him, welcoming the distraction. And then he remembered what she was wearing. And that he’d been an asshole. And that she had wanted to marry one of the two idiots. And suddenly regretted everything. “You have an admirer,” he ground out. He hesitated, cautiously glancing at Aelin once again as she slowly enjoyed the bread, her eyes closed and a soft smile on her face. He began to smile as well, and then stopped, scowling instead. Remember. Lyria. With that thought in his head, he stormed down the walkway behind bar to go pour some other drinks.


Aelin opened her eyes at the sound of the barkeep stomping away. Her eyes were quickly drawn to the tightness of his pants against what she assumed was his equally tight ass. Dear god. She quickly looked away, chastising herself. She shouldn’t pine after what she knew she couldn’t have.  She didn’t even know his name.

It was then that she found the twins stepping up to her behind the bar. Both were well-built, with gorgeous dark eyes, and deep tans to their skin. They seemed older than the barkeep. The one on the left was easily the most beautiful man she’d seen in her life. He had long golden hair and a mischievous grin on his lips, easily accompanying his onyx eyes that held her favorite kind of sinful promises. The other was just as beautiful, though with long dark hair, and thoughtful dark eyes. He seemed calmer – more melancholy in a way. The dark to the other’s light. Though for some reason, neither could compare to the bartending buzzard.

She took a sip of her beer and grinned at the twins who were eyeing her just the same. The blond was unashamedly appreciating her figure under the tank top, offering her a wolfish grin, hinting that cooking wasn’t the only thing he was good at doing with his hands. Meanwhile the dark-haired twin simply stepped back, leaning against the bar and rolling his eyes at his brother’s behavior.

“Name’s Fenrys,” the blond purred, holding out a large hand for her to shake. She took it slowly, feeling the calluses in his palm as her eyes met the heat in his.

“Aelin.” She smiled coolly, dropping his hand and returning to the stew, feigning aloofness. She could eat politely when she wanted to. And now that the beautiful barkeep wasn’t around, she had no reason not to. She almost laughed thinking back to his attempts at discretely readjusting his pants. As though his lust for her wasn’t entirely obvious. I hope you hate every minute of it, she thought, glaring at his gorgeous broad back.

“So,” Fenrys drawled, dragging her attention back to him. “Is our dear cousin Rowan treating you well? Irish hospitality and all that?”

Rowan. Gorgeous name for a gorgeous man. Her eyes followed him as he poured out shots for a group of boys who looked just barely legal. Then she dragged them back to Fenrys, and lifted one shoulder in a lazy shrug, her face entirely blank. “Well enough, I suppose.” She took another small bite of the stew, even though all she really wanted was to devour it.

“You know,” Fenrys murmured, his fingers lightly playing with the tips of hers, “I could certainly treat you very well, if you’d let me.”

She drew her hand away from his and placed it under her chin, raising a single eyebrow at his forwardness.

“Since I’m not a dog, I doubt you’ll be surprised to hear I don’t respond well to treats. Though since I’m not entirely certain you’re not a dog, unless you’d like me to rip off your balls so you can play fetch, I suggest you leave me alone.”

Connall barked out a laugh as Fenrys staggered back, an incredulous look on his face. A surprised laugh escaped his lips as he stepped away, reaching for the whiskey and mumbling to himself about crazy American women.

It was at this moment that Rowan walked back over, an aggravated look on his face. He should’ve been relieved that she’d probably already agreed to sleep with Fenrys, but for whatever reason, all he felt was a quiet stifling rage. His shoulder rammed into his cousin’s as he passed by him, stepping up next to Connall.

“Congratulations,” Connall grinned at her, “it’s not often a lass sends my brother off with his tail between his legs.” The two chuckled at the joke between them, Aelin finally smiling again as Rowan stood there, confused.

“What happened to your betrothed?” He bit out, defensive, not allowing himself to hope for what was too good to be true.

Aeliln’s smile turned sensual as her eyes once again roamed over his muscular frame. The heat in them almost burned him as they finally met his once again. “Turns out he wasn’t my type. Too easy.” A smirk spread on her lips as Rowan flinched. Connall chuckled again and began to walk away, clapping Rowan on the shoulder. “This one’s all yours, cousin. Good luck.” He winked at him and continued into the kitchen, finally ready to clean up for the night.

She took a few more bites of her stew, and Rowan went back to methodically cleaning his bar.

He wished he could say he’d forgotten she was there. But he hadn’t. Even with his back turned to her, he could feel her behind him, burning him with her gaze, and then it was almost as if her moans were ringing in his ears again. With a low groan, he wiped down the bar harder, angrily scrubbing.

A mischievous grin stretched across her lips, entirely aware of the affect she had on him. He’s going to sleep with me tonight, and he’s going to like it. And then we’ll see who’s the easy one. She ignored the small voice in her head that pointed out the fact that she would no doubt more than like it as well.

“So, Rowan,” she purred, placing both elbows on the bar and leaning her chin on her intertwined fingers, “tell me about yourself.”

Part 2

crawling back to you | mingyu

Originally posted by pledisseventeen

characters: lovesick!mingyu/reader (ambiguous)

word count: 1k+

genre: kind of angsty?, more so kind of unintentionally fluffy

a/n: this happened while I was listening to arctic monkeys. sorry abt the small absence, i’ll get back to writing love.exe now. also i don’t know where this came from

other notes: cursing, hurt!mingyu, sexual talk, but no smut, seriously lots of cursing

He coughs, hunching over, feeling bile rise up in the back of his throat.

He pushes it back down, and sloppily gets back up, only keeping his balance by holding on to the bathroom counter. He hated to say it, but for once, Kim Mingyu looked like absolute shit.

It’d been several nights since he’d last seen you, and what could he say? He was having withdrawals. Circles were beginning to form under his eyes, and he looked deathly pale in the mirror, although it could also have just been his vision fooling him again.

He was sweating heavily, and his head pounded. “Fuck,” he cursed, struggling to maintain his balance as he pushed the bathroom door open again.

God, he wasn’t sure what was wrong with him. Mingyu stumbled into his bedroom, sloppily falling on top of his bed, breathing heavily.

His dark brown hair stuck to his forehead in clumps, and he gripped the sheets in frustration.

He needed you.

For once, it wasn’t sexual frustration, no, that even he had too much of sometimes.

This was romantic deprivation. He lacked—no, he absolutely craved your love.

This wasn’t innocent puppy love, either. This was the kind of romance that made him obsessed, made his heart beat faster, and tired him out. It wasn’t cute, love-struck bullshit, no, not at all.

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Playing with Fire - 01

Summary: After breaking up with you, you decide the only way to get back at your -now ex-boyfriend and avoid public humilliation is by making a deal with resident bad boy Min Yoongi: you’ll give him money as long as he pretends to be your new boy. 

Genre: Romance. 

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Rating: Mature (just some cursing for now but will def add in some good ol smut and fluff and probs a lil of angst? as the story progresses)

Length: 2.2k

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 -  Part 7 -  Part 8 [Finale]

A/N: listen. i have no idea where im going with this. im already thinking the second part and even THIRD part of Lifted but I feel like im posting too much jungkook (yes there is such a thing as posting too much jungkook) and i want to give the other members a chance and i’ve had this idea with yoongi for a while and its been destrOYing me. i dont even know if posting this already is a good idea because this literally the only thing i’ve written so far and im a master at procastinating and not finishing series (don’t worry wont make these too long) so anyways. still feel like this is going to be a mistake. go listen to some agust d bc this is 100% based on him.

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The Arrangement (Part 7)

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Summary: Dean meets your mother, and you go dress shopping with Jess

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,900

Warnings: language, mildly smutty thoughts/discussions… I think that’s it

A/N: Sorry this took so long guys, my life is super insane right now. Some thoughts: I would never fit in that dress I linked to. I don’t know any real humans that would. I just think it’s pretty. Also. There might be some smut in future chapters? How do we feel about this? I’ve never written any before.

SERIES TAG LIST IS CLOSED - I’m sorry, but there are so many. I always tag these installments as #the arrangement if you’d like to find them that way.

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