they were beyond perfection

One day, I hope I’ll be able to write exposition half as good as this…

Gold Digger?

Summary: Tony is in love. The team is weary. You are… a gold digger?

Warnings: Angst, and Fluff

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

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Originally posted by robertdowneyjrfanfacts

Tony Stark was head over heels in love. He was so beyond in love with you, in his eyes you were perfect. You were the first woman that Tony saw after Pepper walked out on him. At first, the team was happy for Tony, you seemed to accept the fact that he was Iron Man and at times he would have to leave you for the job. But, within a matter of days, Tony came into the common room announcing to the rest of the team that he was in love with you and that he has already asked for you to move to the tower. The team was too dumbfounded to respond, and the next day they saw Tony carrying your stuff to his room. That’s when the team started to feel weary of you. Natasha was the first to voice her concerns, you seemed too perfect to her, and after running a thorough background check on you, she told the team that you were nothing more than a gold digger.

Captain was shocked at this conclusion and tried to reason with Natasha but once she laid out the proof it was convincing. You were a college dropout, who had been working at a small coffee shop on the outskirts of town getting harassed by loan collectors. You only had about a thousand dollars in your bank account before Tony and you had gotten together. After you moved in, your bank statement and living style completely changed. There was a steady income of 1000 dollars coming into your account every week, and the loans had been paid off as well. Though Bucky and Steve argued that you could have gotten a new job or something to explain the sudden rise of wealth, Nat pointed out that of the weeks you had been staying with them, you had only gone out for dates with Tony, or grocery shopping. On top of this, every time he would go off on missions Tony would come back with some sort of gift for you, it started off cheap and cheesy, but lately, they all noticed that Tony’s presents for you were getting more and more expensive. The avengers knew that the money he was spending on you wasn’t that much considering Tony was a multi-billionaire but it was the blind trust and love he had for you that concerned them. They never saw the two of you doing anything together, you would occasionally go on dates with him and you two shared a room. However, most of the time he was at the tower Tony was usually working in his lab, and you never came around to visit him or get him out of there.

They all tried in their own way to get Tony to realize that you weren’t in love with him, rather you were in love with the money and gifts he gave you, but nothing worked, he was too deep under your spell.

One morning Tony was preparing breakfast for himself, while the rest of the avengers were scattered throughout the kitchen. They had all just returned from a week-long mission in India shutting down a terrorist cell. “Tony,” you called out to him catching the attention of the rest of the team as well.

“Hello gorgeous,” he said, moving to place a kiss on your cheek. You hesitantly allowed him to kiss you, Tony’s love and your contradicting reaction flared the avengers hatred for you.

“Baby I saw this on the bedside, what is it?” you asked holding up an exquisite box.

“Oh, here,” he replied opening the box. Inside was a pair of bangles bejeweled with emeralds and rubies. “These bangles were last worn by the princess Mastani, they were a present from her husband Peshwa Bajirao. Their love story is one that is infamous in India, I saw them thought of you.”

Tony was expecting you to be ecstatic like you were for all the other presents he had got you. However, for the past few weeks, he noticed that you were becoming less and less excited at the presents he got you. Thinking it was because they weren’t special or expensive enough, he tried to up his game getting you presents, each one more expensive than the one before it. “Can you get them exchanged?” you asked. Disappointed as he was that you didn’t like what he got you, he just wanted you to love him back so with a sigh he chirpily responds, “Sure Pumpkin what can I get you?”

But before you could respond Natasha made a noise which was somewhere between a groan and a scream. Bruce looked like was trying hard not to turn into the Hulk, and the rest of the team looked at you with disgust. “That is enough,” she growled at you.

“Stand down Romanoff,” Tony joked, shielding you from everyone’s sight but Nat wouldn’t have any of it.

“Why are you so blind Tony? She is nothing but a gold digger, can’t you see that? She’s been using you to pay off debts, and fill her bank account! Don’t you dare argue back, I ran a background check on her, Tony. She’s a college dropout who was getting harassed by debt collectors. She only had a thousand dollars in her account and worked a small coffee shop. Then you come along, suddenly her bank account gets a thousand dollars every week, and her loans are paid off. She doesn’t work at that coffee shop anymore, frankly, she does nothing but still on her ass all day. Do you two even talk? Tony, she only comes out when you take her out on fancy dates. She can’t love you, Tony, she’s incapable of caring for you! Kick her out!” Nat screamed.

“THAT’S ENOUGH NATASHA!” Tony screamed, a staring contest ensued between Tony and her.

“You paid off my loans?” you asked quietly. Your voice was broken and for the first time since the screaming session started everyone’s eyes turned to you. You were in tears, hugging yourself to keep the shaking to a minimum.

Tony thought about lying, but once he saw your broken form sighed, shoulders slumping as he said, “Yes.”

“DAMMIT TONY!! HOW MANY TIMES MUST I TELL YOU I DON’T NEED YOUR MONEY!!!” you screamed, frustrated turning away from him.

“I’m sorry baby I just wanted to help you out. You’re doing so well with your writing and making money from that. I wanted you to just be focused on getting better at that rather than worrying about paying off your debts,” Tony stated, moving towards you to try and calm you down.

You moved away from him, still angry, “Do you hear what your friends think of me, Tony? They think that I’m a gold digger. Tony this is why I said I didn’t want your money, this is why I refused to go out with you for months. Oh and by the way, what I want in exchange of these bangles is JUST TWO DAMN HOURS OF YOUR TIME! You buy all these expensive gifts for me, and go on for hours telling anything and everything that will listen that you love me but you don’t have time to just be with me! You’re always in that lab of yours, for weeks I just let you be there thinking you need your time, and that you would come around soon enough. But no, you stay there, coming to bed way after I’ve fallen asleep, getting up before I wake up. I LOVE YOU TONY! NOT THE PRESENTS YOU GET ME AND THE MONEY YOU COULD GIVE ME! I LOVE YOU, AND NO PRESENT, NO MATTER HOW PRICELESS WILL EVER EQUVILATE TO GETTING TO SPEND TIME WITH YOU!” You stormed away, tears flowing down your cheeks leaving a bunch of avengers heavily confused.

Realizing her mistake, Natasha speaks up, “I’m sorry Tony.”

A sarcastic laugh escaped his mouth, “I’m not the one you should say that to.”

“We were just worried that she was using you for money. You can’t blame us for thinking like that Tony, she moved in a week after you announced you were dating her,” Steve tried to reason.

“So, what you ran a background check on her? Why couldn’t you just trust my decision?” Looking around at the sorry faces of the team he sighed. “I’ve known her since I was a kid. We kinda drifted apart as I went off to college. I found her working at the coffee shop by chance. When we were teens, I had a huge crush on her but couldn’t really tell her, because she was the only true friend I had, and I didn’t want to lose that. She looked so miserable working at the shop, and when we got talking she told me that her family died leading her to drop out of college, not having anyone to help her. She wanted to be a writer, when we were kids that’s all the girl could do. She used to write constantly, so I got her introduced to a publisher who fell in love with her work. She’s been working on different projects, that’s where the 1000 dollars per week comes from. It took me months to convince her to go out with me, we’ve both been in love with the other since we were 15, and I didn’t want to lose any more time. That’s why she moved in so quickly. I should have explained all this to you guys before,” Tony explained.

The team looked around at the each other, they all felt guilty for judging you instead of finding out more information. Tony made his way to his and your room, knowing that he gave you enough time to cool down. Upon entering, he saw your curled-up figure on the bed facing away from him, his heart wrenched within its cavity to know that, although unintentionally, he hurt you. He climbed in underneath the covers and pulled you close to his chest, hiding his face on the crook of your neck and inhaling your scent. “I’m sorry I yelled babe,” you quietly said as you moved to face him. Tony looked at you as if he was seeing you for the first time.

“I am so lucky to have you, you know that? I’m the one who should be sorry. I should have spent more time with you, please don’t leave me,” Tony desperately clung on to you.

“Tony Stark, I’ve put up with you since I was 5. It’s safe to assume that I will never leave you,” you laugh and pull him into a kiss.

“I love you(Y/N/N). So much. Now, how about we cook something together, and then have a horror movie marathon,” Tony exclaimed pulling you off the bed with him.

As you entered the kitchen you noticed the team huddled together. “Not coming up with a way to throw me out of the Tower I hope,” you sass. They immediately stood up straight, all with the same guilt-ridden expression about them.  

“Hey (Y/N/N), we’re really sorry. It was wrong of us to spy on you in the first place, but it was even more wrong of us to judge you based on the little information we had on you,” Steve started.

“I apologize too, (Y/N/N). I called you things and I regret it,” Natasha said not even able to look at you.

“Forgive us,” Bucky added.

“Guys, it’s okay. All you knew about me was my bank statement that seemed to drastically change as soon as I started to date your friend. You were just looking out for him. I understand, if I was in your shoes I probably would have done the same thing,” you reassured. At your statement, they all let out a breath of relief making you giggle.

“She’s great isn’t she?” Tony bragged as he wrapped his arms around your waist hugging you from the back.

“Yeah, she is. Don’t screw this up Stark,” Sam said.

“Don’t plan on it, Birdman,” Tony responded picking you up and bringing you the bedroom, earning a squeal from you. “Screw cooking together, let’s just stay in bed.” Which is what you guys ended up doing, Tony showed you how much you meant to him, in several different ways. You were sure that you wouldn’t be able to walk for the next few days, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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You Want To Love Me

A fourth part to “Everyone Needs Some Love” series. You guys really enjoyed it and I love writing this side of Dark. 
I Hope you enjoy!

Part 1- Everyone needs some love
Part 2- I need your love
Part 3- I Want your Love

Originally posted by lum1natrix

You awoke to a warm body next to you. An arm lazily draped over your waist and guilt wracking your chest. 
Dark stirred when you moved. Carefully trying to ease yourself out of his arms, but failing to keep him asleep. 
“You don’t need to leave,” He murmured, holding you tightly against him. “There’s no rush to get up.” 
The warmth of the bed was inviting. And the blissful sensation of Dark’s touch was enough to question your motivation to leave. 
But you did. You wriggled out of Dark’s hand and left the room without a word. 
You heard him follow. Silently shadowing you to the kitchen where you got yourself a glass of water. Gulping it down, giving you an excuse not to talk. But the water disappeared too soon, and you placed the cup on the bench beside you. 
“I said one night,” You told Dark. Holding your voice firm. “And you agreed. The night is over, Dark. Give Mark back.” 
Dark however, locked his hands behind his back. His neck rolling, as if releasing a tension in his shoulders. 
“You did say one night. But nothing about the following day.” He replied smoothly. 
You whirled on him, but he stepped forward, trapping you against the kitchen bench with his body. Your words died in your throat as his eyes were obscured in black.
“How many times do I have to repeat myself?” Dark asked, impatiently. “I won’t hurt you. I don’t have any intentions of hurting you. I only want to feel your touch.” 
“You had all night,” You snapped back. “You had all night and two days ago of me holding you. How much more do you need?” 
“So much more,” He growled softly. “I want it every second, of every minute. Whatever your possess, I need it.” 
“I’m not some kind of drug, Dark!” You retorted angrily. “I’m a person.  A human. Get that through your thick skull!” 

Dark’s hand latched around your throat. You gasped in surprise, but it was replaced by frustration as Dark leaned closer. He held you carefully, like a glass vase. The fingers around your neck were firm but loose.  
“Do not test me, (Y/N).” Dark said through clenched teeth. “You may have some power over me, but I still might not be strong enough to keep myself in check.” 
You glared at him. Any fear you felt towards his anger seemed to vanish weeks ago. 
“And what would you do, huh?” You challenged. “You said yourself you wouldn’t hurt me. And doing so would destroy the sliver of a chance you had with me. So go on, Dark. Make my morning! Do something.” 
Dark growled. His eyes completely black and a tremor seemed to pulse through him. Then, before you could cry out, Dark lunged forward, his lips clashing against yours in a fury of anger. 
The kiss was rough, almost painful as Dark crushed your mouth with his. 
His tongue pushed between your lips, forcing them open and tasting every crevasse behind them. 
You fought him. Digging your nails into his shoulders, clinging to his shirt and battling his hunger with your anger. 
He groaned when your teeth bit down on his tongue. The sound he made caused you to falter. 
What was happening? 
Dark’s hand on your neck disappeared. Finding it’s way down to your waist to hold you flush against him. He gripped you tighter when you tried to wriggle free. He trapped you against him, hands sliding around your waist to possessively hold your back.
He released your lips, allowing you to take a breathless gasp as he moved his mouth to your neck. You moaned, tilting your head to the side as his teeth grazed your flesh. Dark worked on the spot just below your jawline. Lips sucking, teeth biting and his tongue smoothing over the broken skin. 

“Dark..” You hissed. Your voice seemed to spur him on. His hands dipped down to your ass, hooking under you and lifting on up onto the bench’s surface. 
He moved between your legs. Wrapping them around his waist without breaking contact with your neck. 
Your hands tangled in his hair. Tugging the soft strands as your body pressed against him. 
His fingers slid under your shirt, kneading the soft skin of your torso as they slithered up to your breasts. 
Dark paused there. The fingertips barely playing with the fabric of your bra. 
Your mind fought with your body. Logic battled with lust. 
You moved one hand from his hair to move his fingers over the cup of your breast. His growl of appreciation made your lower half pool with warmth.
Dark made quick work of removing your shirt, then he practically tore the hooks of your bra apart. Letting it drop and disappear. 
You moaned as his hands took both breasts. His palms molding them, fingers squeezing them with as much care as Dark could. 
“You’re so warm,” Dark said against your skin. “So soft. My dear, I could do this till we waste away.” 
He took your lips in his again. This time the kiss was slow. Dark took his time to taste you, savor the sensation of your mouth and tongue.
You were sweet. Like a refreshing treat that renewed his mind and energized his body.
And your scent. Intoxicating couldn’t do it justice. 
Yes. Yes. This was more than he had ever imagined. You, this beauty, allowing him to freely roam your body. To feel every wondrous dip and curve of your form. To run his fingers over your smooth skin. 
Paradise may be beyond his comprehension, but you were near to a perfect definition of it. 


The sound of shattering glass snapped your attention elsewhere. Dark snarled, the noise shocking him into reality. 
You both gazed down at the broken cup on the floor. One of you must have knocked it off the bench. 
Suddenly feeling exposed, you removed Dark’s hands from your body. Covering yourself up with your arms and looking away from his stare. 
“(Y/N),” Dark tried but you shook your head. 
“Don’t speak, Dark.” You said harshly. “I…This didn’t happen.” 
You eased off the bench, careful not to step on the glass and snatched your shirt off the floor. 
But Dark wasn’t ready to give up. He stepped towards you, allowing you to put on the shirt before spinning you around to face him. 
You squirmed in his grasp. His hands gripping your arms like iron claws. 
“Let go.” You ordered but Dark shook his head. 
“You do want me,” He said calmly. Eyes pleading for you to understand. “I can see it. You want me to touch you. (Y/N), just let me do this. Let me be yours and I’ll treat you like royalty.” 
You shook your head, “Dark, you don’t understand.” 
“Then make me understand!” He bellowed. “Show me why you won’t allow this to happen!” 
“Because I love Mark!” You yelled back. Tears had filled your eyes as you watched the entity digest your words. “That’s why, Dark. Because I can’t stand to be touched by his body. To have his face look at me with such lust, only to look in his eyes and see you!” 
Dark released you. Stepping away from you like you had stabbed him. 
His expression suggested you had ripped his chest open and directly cut his heart. 
“So,” He said. Voice as smooth and blank as paper. “That’s what’s holding you back. Him.”
Your arms wrapped around you protectively. “I-I’m sorry, Dark.” 
The entity looked away. His eyes returned to their blackened color, his fists clenched at his sides as he gazed at his reflection in the window. 
“So am I.” Was the last words you heard from him as he disappeared.

She’s Perfect

Originally posted by anatheowl

Request from Anon : Hi I was wondering if you could write something about a Metamorphi magi! reader x Newt? They meet for the first time at Tina’s and Queenie’s apartment and the reader finds Newt attractive and her hair changes red (its normally brown) and Newt wonders what the color means.

Word Count : 2823

Part 1 : You’re Different
Part 2 : She’s Beautiful

A/N : I’m alive! Haha I’m so sorry about the delay guys, I hope you like it! 
Something to keep  in mind though, I switch between POVs a little bit in here, it’s mainly Newt with a sprinkle of Y/N. 
Oh and if you’re wondering why her hair keeps changing different colors, I thought I’d use the color to represent how she’s feeling/thinking so here’s a little cheat sheet : 
Auburn Brown - Newt (LOL)
Grey - confusion
Blonde - caution
Red - love

Newt looked back at his friends utterly confused and slightly hurt about what just happened. Jacob equally as confused as Newt, he was having a nice conversation with Y/N when the mood turned sour. Maybe he was talking about himself too much.

Queenie placed a hand on his knee and gave him a reassuring smile. “It wasn’t you, honey.”

“Then what was?” Newt looked at her with determination in his eyes. He wanted to set this right but he needed to know what he’d be apologizing for first. He turned to Queenie because he knew that she’d have the answers to his dilemma. Being a legilimens, she must have heard Y/N’s thoughts. “Please…I need to know.”

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Holding On And Letting Go

Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: swearing, angst

Word count: 2352

Summary: harsh words force you to leave your life with the people you consider as your family. Once you leave, two familiar faces show up at your doorstep and try to explain everything.

You opened up your laptop and looked at the information you had on the new case. This was the fifth case this month and you hadn’t even taken a break between each one, you just kept going and going. One week was a werewolf, then the second week was a demon and a wendigo, the next was a vamps nest and now it was a ghost. How did things get like this? You used to love hunting, every new hunt was exciting and you lived for the moment you would discover what monster it was; finding it and killing it was the icing on the cake.

Of course, you knew why it was so hard for you now… You hated hunting alone. It’s not that you struggled because damn, you were good hunter and you weren’t going to deny it. Your life had been up and down, first you were hunting with your dad but when he died you started hunting alone, then you made some hunter friends but they all turned out to be creepy so you went back to being a lone wolf. You always hated hunting alone just for simple fact that you felt lonely and no one liked that feeling.

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Have you ever fallen head over heels in love with somebody you couldn’t have? It hurts right? It hurts beyond comprehension.

But sometimes even if the circumstances were perfect, or if the timing was right… unfortunately some people are simply not meant to be. And I’m afraid that was the case with you and me. You still would have chosen her no matter what.

Knowing I couldn’t have you broke my heart. But knowing that even in a perfect world with nothing holding us apart, you’d still choose to love someone else instead of me, shattered it to pieces.

And I don’t know what’s worse…The act of knowing how ugly the truth is, or that of waiting pathetically for something that will never happen…

“Forget Me.” pt. 10

Park Jimin x Reader

Genre: Angst

Format: Text Post

pt.1  pt.2  pt. 3  pt. 4  pt. 5  pt. 6  pt. 7 pt. 8  pt. 9  pt. 10  pt. 11  pt. 12  pt. 13  pt. 13.5 (End)

Originally posted by yoonmin

Tour was nearly over, which meant I could spare some time dedicated to looking for Y/N before going back to work. 

It’s been getting more difficult lately, I didn’t have Y/N around to keep me reassured when I was down, she wasn’t there when I felt insecure about certain things. I hated that. I hated only realising now how much I depended on her because now that I’m without her, I don’t know how to function properly.

The old days were so perfect, beyond perfect even. You wouldn’t even believe how well matched we were if I told you so. We loved the same food, we loved the same games at the arcade, we loved the same movies, same music, same clothing style, yes clothing style - that is why we matched unintentionally so often. There was only one thing that differed and that was her love for coffee and my love for hot chocolate. 

“Why don’t you try some of my latte? It’s good! I don’t get how you don’t like it when you like the smell of coffee.” she laughed whilst pushing her cup in my direction.

“I’ve tried it before and my opinion on it still hasn’t changed princess.” I say as I pushed her cup back to her. She loved it when I called her princess and she would blush every time, because I told her that one day I was going to make her my queen, and that one day was going to be the moment I stepped foot back into Korea after this years tour which was in a couple of days time, and when it was all over, I was going to ask her. I was going to ask if she would spend the rest of her life with me as my wife, but now she doesn’t even want me anymore.

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Promise (Robb Stark x !Female Reader)

Prompt: Hi, can i request a Robb x reader where Y/N is a true born Baratheon and has gone to join Robb, but she thinks he hates her? X Love you’re writing

Note: Requests are open for any game of thrones character, so please please please send me requests! X

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Originally posted by -voddeke-

At first you came to the Young Wolf because you knew it was the best thing you could do to infuriate your mother, but you had quickly come to respect the oldest Stark son. It had been hard work trying to convince him that you had no ill intention, but as the daughter of Cersei Lannister, you had anticipated his reluctance.

You had turned up, in a torn and muddied dress, on a half-starved horse - and you weren’t in a much better sate yourself, you had begged for him to let you stay, and he had begrudgingly acquiesced

You did everything you could to prove to him that you would be a loyal friend to Robb, as his father had been to yours. You cleaned up after his men after their victory celebrations, and treated their wounds as they lay in fields, broken by Lannister blades. You had even cooked for him when the kitchen boy was injured in battle.

Sometimes Robb would stand and watch, as you furiously scrubbed at the pots and pans left over from last night’s meal. His cool blue Tully eyes sweeping over you couldn’t deny his gaze made you feel things, but instead of taking part in his Game you would turn away.

You wanted him to trust you, and if he happened to want to fuck you on top of that, then it would be an added bonus. Gaining his trust was your priority.  

You had always been a skilled seamstress, and your Septa had constantly doted over you needle work when you were younger. On the battle field, you were grateful for her tutelage. It seemed that stitching dresses and quilt work was an easily transferable skill, so you a lot of time stitching up wounded soldiers.

During your time spent amongst Robb’s army, you had formed an unlikely ally in the form of Catelyn Tully. You had expected her to hate you, as her son seemed to, but instead she had gladly welcomed you into the camp.

You supposed it was due to Catelyn’s fondness of you, and your skill with a needle, that it was you Robb was sent to when he was injured during battle.

When you first found out that your king had been injured, your heart had almost stopped in its chest, but when you saw him walking over to you, your heart rate slowed. It was his arm, he would live.

Catelyn had been fusing over him at first, batting away the other nurses, however once her son had been delivered into your capable hands, the other woman suddenly announced that she had to retire to bed. You wandered what she was up to, as you sat alone with Robb in his tent.

Once Catelyn had been gone for several seconds, Robb quickly stood up “It’s just a bloody scratch Y/N, I have important matters to attend to… if you don’t mind- “

You cut off the Stark, pushing him back down onto a chair, and he winced at the pain in his arm.

You rolled your eyes “Well if it’s just a scratch then you ought to show me, so I can dress it and be out of your way.”

You took a step back from Robb and expectantly waited for him to take off his armour. He raised his arm to begin undressing himself, then let out a frustrated groan. Just a scratch my arse you thought to yourself.

“Do you need assistance my King?” You said, in an attempt at a soft tone, though Robb would always remember it as sultry.

He let out a disgruntled sigh “It’s just a flesh wound. My men need your talents more than I.”

You blushed slightly at the complement, and began removing your king’s armour. Your nimble fingers worked fast, slipping off his breastplate and the layers of chainmail. Once he was stripped down to just a shirt and breeches you saw the magnitude of his injury.

You quickly unbuttoned his shirt, to revealing a chiselled torso. You were careful to avoid any awkward eye contact. The left sleeve of his shirt was soaked through with, and there was deep gash, going down the length of his bicep.

“Robb, you idiot what were you thinking!?” You cried “Do you know how easily wounds like this get infected?” Robb had gone a dark shade of Red, to match his hair. You quickly joined him in embarrassment as you realised you had forgotten to call him by his title.

You let out a shaky sigh “I-I’m sorry your majesty. It’s just I care a lot for you, you’re the kingdoms last hope.”

You looked down at your feet, shame faced. What if all you work had been for nought? You expected to be reprimanded, but instead you felt a calloused hand on your skin. Robb tilted your chin so that your gaze met his, and you felt a flutter in your chest.

“Lady Y/N, by birth you are Princess, you shouldn’t have to call anyone King.” Robbs voice was deep and velvety “I’ve seen how hard you work for my men, for me. Why? What does a Princess have to gain?”

Your answer was immediate. “Your trust…” You hesitated for a moment before adding “Robb.” The Northern king smirked at your informality.

You knelt beside your king, and began to clean out Robb’s wound. He grimaced as you rubbed the salt solution across his arm. He grimaced but continued to probe.

“But you had everything you could have wanted in Kings landing, why leave?”

You were threading the needle as he asked the question, and froze. These Starks could learn a thing or two about subtlety, you thought to yourself, as you tried to continue with what you were doing.

“Cersei was never fond of me growing up, and when Father died things got a lot worse, she made Joffrey look like a kitten…” you shrugged “It’s in the past now. Here is where I belong.”

You worked in silence as you continued to Suture Robbs wounds. he would wince, and mutter the occasional curse word under his breathe, but aside from that he remained stoic.

“You work fast Baratheon” The king said, looking down at his freshly sewn up skin. You smiled at the use of your surname. It felt good not to be associated with the Lannister’s.

Robbs next request surprised you “You ought to stay Y/N, I have some Wine, and you’ve earnt it after everything.”  He flashed you a slight grin, and you knew you had no chance of leaving.

You sat in one of the arm chairs in Robbs quarters, and watched as he poured two glasses of red wine. He pulled his chair closer to yours when he sat down.

You had always been a very self-assured person, if you wanted to do something, you did it, like the time you stole your fathers bow, or when you had run away from your life as Princess to join the Starks; but as Robb smiled at you for the third time that night, you felt a wave of uncertainty wash over you.

How was it that he could go from total mistrust, to indifferent to… whatever this was?

“The thing is Y/N,” His cheeks were red and he was looking down at his feet. “I haven’t treated you as I ought to treat a high-born lady-”

You cut him off “Don’t be stupid Stark, everything I’ve done a base born girl would be expected to do. Birth shouldn’t come into it.”

Robb chuckled “I see why mother is so fond of you Y/N. You truly are something special.”

You arched an eyebrow “I thought you despised me? One of Cersei’s hell spawn, remember?” you said playfully.

Robb shook his head “You intrigue me Y/N, your nothing like your parents. You’re… Good, to everyone. To me.”

You shrugged, and opened your mouth to reply, but before you got a chance to speak you had been cut off.

“Y/N, when we were children you visited Winterfell, you were five and I was six. You may not remember.” You did remember, it had been the first time you had seen snow. He had taught you how to make a snowball. You smiled at the memory, and waited for him to continue.

“Well Mother reminded me when you first arrived, that when we were children, I promised I would make you my wife, and I doubt I would forgive myself if I broke that promise.”

A month later you were married, and Robb Stark had fulfilled his promise. The wedding had been small, your dress had been simple, and instead of an elaborate veil you had let the local peasant children weave flowers in your hair. It was perfect.

You had been married on camp, struggling to find a chance for a traditional wedding as Robb fought for his kingdom. With no father to give you away, you decided that the next best thing would be Catelyn Stark.

You had never seen Robb look so good, the joy radiating off him; though he insisted that all of the eyes had been on you.

You lay curled in bed with your new husband that night, you back pressed close to his chest as he cocooned around you. There was no safer place to be than in his arms.

Robb squeezed you tight, kissing your forehead “You, Y/N Stark, are beyond perfection. You were made for me to hold you.” You let out a contented sigh, pulling you furs closer around your body “And you were made to hold me.”

Perfect Present

Originally posted by ianneart

Characters: Y/n, Mark P

Pairing: Mark x Y/n (FEMALE READER)

Warnings: Fluff, cute Mark, more cuteness, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, soft loving turning into pounding…more fluff…

Word count: 1834

Summary: You assumed you’d be spending your birtdhday alone, but Mark isn’t about to let that happen.

A/N: Ok, so…fic written just for my hoe  @wayward-mirage cos it’s her bday! Decided I’d give her fluff and smut with this hottie! Hope u like it!!

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You had no idea what to expect when you got home.

You thought you’d have come home to an empty house, Mark away filming, while you’d be spending your birthday alone.

But that wasn’t what you experienced.

As soon as you walked in, the smell of grilled chicken hit your nose, the softer, fruitier scent of candles mixing with it.

You inhaled, already knowing who was behind this as your heart fluttered.

Making your way through the house, you walked past the dozens of candles he’d set up in the living room, illuminating it in the most beautiful way you thought was possible.

Once you reached the kitchen, you simply leaned against the doorway, a smile on your face as you watched Mark dance with himself.

This was always one of your favourite things about him.

The way he moved his hips, swaying his body to the music.

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melissas173  asked:

I can't believe no one has asked for number 4 in the prompts! Can you please write 4?

4. “I’m not drunk, I s-swear.”

Not Drunk (Harry & Suge)

“I’m not drunk, I s-swear,” I mumble into Harry’s shoulder as he steers me towards the rental car after the wedding.

“Of course you’re not, Suge,” Harry humors me, but we both know I had one or more too many Cosmopolitans at the reception. They were just so pink and frothy and chilled. In the hot weather, I had wilted a bit. Early on I had enjoyed white wine spritzers.

“I’m not that drunk. I can still protect you, Harry,” I slur, as he pours me into the passenger side, tucking my sundress around my legs, placing my purse gently on the floor and buckling my seatbelt. At which point, I wrap my arms around his neck and take a deep sniff. “You smell so good, Harry. Let’s fuck.”

The sigh he gives makes it clear that sex is not on the table right now. Prying my hands from around his neck, he reminds me to keep my hands clear as he closes the door. Climbing behind the wheel, he’s quiet, and I can see that he’s clenched his jaw.

“I’m very obser – observ - servant,” I remind him because he seems to have forgotten that I’m really good at my job, “which is how I know you’re mad at me.”

The jaw doesn’t unclench, but the lips move, “Not mad at you. Confused. Frustrated. Disappointed. But not mad.”

I turn in my seat, only to find myself restricted by the seat belt. Trying to find the release for it, I burp. Not a polite burp either. A loud one. Harry covers my hands with the hand not on the wheel, and he glances over at me. “Stop it, Suge. You’re in the car, and I’m driving. Stay in your seat belt.”

“But you’re upset with me, Harry. Why? I wanna know,” and I sniffle a bit. Honestly, I know I’m going to regret this tomorrow. It will be a long time before alcohol passes my lips again. “Did I embarrass you? Did I say something rude?”

He’s shaking his head now, “No. Other than being beyond tipsy, you were a perfect guest.”

I lean my head against the headrest as I watch his hands on the wheel, “Then why’re you upset with me?”

Harry shrugs then, “Never saw you drink like that before, Suge. It’s not you.”

And he should know. We’ve been together for a couple of years now, toured the world twice, attended multiple red carpet events. He’s right. I’ve never had this much to drink before.

“Let me know if you’re going to puke,” he calmly says.

Shaking my head no vigorously until I do start to feel like I’m going to throw up, I watch him. The sun is still out, but it’s going to set soon.

“You were playing with that little girl,” I sigh, looking down and running my fingers nervously over the hem of my dress.

“Yeah. So?” he mutters, “Were you jealous that I wasn’t talking with you and Glenne?”

I start again, “You were playing with that little girl,” and I’m conscious I’ve already said these words, but they are forced past my lips again, “and you were so cute with her. And she followed you around. And you bopped her nose. Her fucking nose, Harry!”

He has no idea why this upsets me, but now I’m pouting and crying all at the same time. “Yes, Suge. That’s true.”

“You want to know if I’m jealous? Fuck yes, I’m jealous! I want that to be OUR child. I want to be pregnant with your baby,” I end on a much quieter note than I started because I didn’t mean to reveal this information to him just yet, and I certainly didn’t intend to tell him anything at his friend’s wedding.

Harry is silent, and I have no idea what he’s thinking until he clears his throat to speak, “So why aren’t we trying, Suge? We could get pregnant.”

My mouth gapes open, and he pulls over to the side of the road so that other cars can pass. Turning to me, he says it again, “We could try if you really want a baby.”

Now I’m whispering because I’m scared to say what has been bothering me all night. We’ve been around other kids before. He’s held babies. But tonight really bothered me. “Harry…..muscular dystrophy is hereditary. We could – I could pass it on to our child.”

He’s the one unbuckling his seatbelt and turning fully to me. “I know that, Suge. But would we love our child any less than we love Ben? Should the chance stop us from trying? There are options, babe. We can adopt. We can get genetic testing and find out. Or we can get pregnant and love our child no matter how she or he is born. I love you, Suge,” he takes my hands in his, kissing them. “Do you want a baby?”

I nod, sniffling, “Yes.”

Turning back to the front, he re-connects his seatbelt, resting one hand on my thigh. “Then let’s get you sober so we can try.”

writingwife-83  asked:

Hey there! How about drabble prompt #122? "I'm worried about losing my job!" ;D

List is here. So far I’ve received asks for 1, 6, 9, 19 23, 28, 38, 51, 77, 93, 102, 109, 122, 146 & 148

This one went in a completely different direction than I had planned…whoops! More Post TFP angst with a dash of the originally intended humor.

No Big Loss

“But Molly,” Sherlocked whined from the sofa, “you don’t understand! I’m worried about losing my job! I’m stressed!”

“You’re stressed? I’m dying!” Molly said tartly, then took another sip of her mai-tai. “You’re the one who decided to tag along on my holiday! It’s not my fault if you’re worried that Scotland Yard will suddenly figure out how to get along without you!!”

“I did not ‘tag along’,” he said, sitting up straight on the lounge chair next to hers and glaring at her over the top of his (designer) sunglasses. “I offered to accompany you in case of…things.” As she opened her mouth to ask what ‘things’ he was referring to, he hurriedly added, “And don’t think I didn’t catch what you did there, with the stressed and the dying. I may have been off my tits but I still remember our little post-ambulance chat.”

“Then why,” Molly asked through gritted teeth, “did you so conveniently forget that I was going on this vacation to get away from ‘things’?” She made sarcastic air quotes and turned away from him with a huff, trying once again not to be distracted by his bare chest and low-slung cargo shorts. “If you’d stayed in London, you wouldn’t have to worry about ‘losing your job’ and I wouldn’t have to worry about what else you seem to have forgotten!”

Damn, she hadn’t meant to say that, to bring up That Conversation or the words they’d both exchanged under duress. Even though Sherlock had admitted to meaning it, he’d also admitted he didn’t know what to do with his feelings and so they’d agreed to just go on as they had been.

Molly, however, being unable to compartmentalize as efficiently as Sherlock seemed to manage, had decided on this week-long holiday to the Canary Islands as a way to distance herself from both London and Sherlock, to give herself a chance to really process what that forced confession meant…but of course the bloody, stupid, selfish prick couldn’t leave well enough alone.

She started to rise, mumbling some excuse about needing the loo, but the feel of his hands on her shoulders startled her into not only retaking her seat (with a bit of an awkward thump) but also into turning to face him again.

His expression was solemn, his eyes now uncovered by the sunglasses staring directly into hers. “I’m sorry. I have got to get out of this habit I have of saying such terrible things to you. I did invite myself along on this hoiday and it wasn’t only because I was worried something might happen to you.” He looked away, took a breath, squinted at the ocean, then turned back to her. “I tagged along because I couldn’t bear the thought of you leaving without me. And all because I’ve been too much of a coward to tell you the truth.”

Molly’s heart was thumping painfully in her chest. “What truth?” she asked, barely able to force the words out. Was this his way of saying he couldn’t see any kind of a future for them besides friendship? Because if it was, well, she could live with that…but she would need a much longer holiday - alone - first.

“I love you. I want to try to be more than friends. If that’s something you still want with me.”

The words didn’t register at first, braced as Molly had been for a ‘letting you down gently’ speech. When they did, she could barely contain her joy; it erupted from her very pores, stretching her lips into a brilliant smile and lighting her eyes as if they contained stars of their very own. “You do?” she asked, turning her body she could fully face him.

Sherlock was half-kneeling on the hot sand between their loungers. “I do,” he affirmed. “Even though I know I’ll be rubbish at it and eventually you’ll get sick of me and toss me over for some idiot who remembers anniversaries and Valentine’s Day and…”

Molly laid her hand very gently across his mouth; he got the idea and stopped talking. Still smiling, she pulled her hand away. “We’ll both make mistakes and get on each other’s nerves and fight and shout and all that,” she replied. “All the usual things people in love go through. But we’ll sort it all out in the end. But right now I’d really like to kiss you, Sherlock Holmes, if you think Scotland Yard can still work with a consulting detective even if he’s in a romantic relationship?”

His lips curved in a wicked grin. “I think so,” he agreed, pulling her into his arms. “And if they can’t? No big loss.” Then they were too busy snogging to worry about anything beyond this one, perfect moment.

Prom with Grayson

Requested by anonymous: “can you please write one about prom with grayson?”


As your senior year was coming to a close, it was time for celebration. Prom was coming up, and you were excited beyond words. After months of searching, you finally found the perfect dress and were ready. You planned on going with a group of friends, not really worried about not having one day, until one day, when you got a huge surprise. You were walking out of class one day, to your car. The day was over and you were ready to head home after a long day.

“Hey, (Y/N), can I talk to you?” Your friend Ethan came running up to you.

“Sure, what’s up?” You asked. He was asking you about this group project you were doing in your English class, but you were were distracted and not listening as you got closer to your car, noticing a huge group of people crowding around it. “What the hell is going on?” You said aloud.

“Before you get any closer to your car, you know how much my brother likes you. It took him forever to muster up the courage to do this. So, I ask that if you reject him, please do so lightly.” Ethan said.

“Oh my god, is this what I think it is?” You asked. You got closer to your car, everyone had their phones out recording, and Grayson was leaning up against the trunk of your car, a sign in one hand and a bouquet of roses in the other. 

“(Y/N), I think this is how promposals go.
Check yes or no.” His sign read, hearts and smiley faces drawn on it.

“So, what do you say?” Grayson asked, handing you a marker.

“Grayson,” You began, “I’d love to go to prom with you.” You said as you put a huge check mark in the “yes” box. Grayson looked at you with a huge smile and pulled you in for a hug. “My dress is green, by the way.” You whispered to him.

“My favorite color.” He said with a smirk. You took the roses from his and got into your car as everyone dispersed from around your car, and you took off, heading home. Your entire drive home, your phone was blowing up with text messages.

“You’re going to prom with Grayson Dolan?”
“I can’t believe Grayson actually asked you, he was so nervous.”

When you got home, you put your roses into a vase with some water and you marveled at how beautiful and full they were.

“Ooooh, roses? Did someone get asked to prom today?” Your dad asked as he walked into the kitchen, causing you to laugh.

“Yeah, I did.” You smiled, thinking about Grayson.

“Was it that Grayson kid? I’d heard something about him wanting to ask you.” He said.

“How did you know?” You asked.

“A group of kids came into the diner the other day and I overheard them talking about it.” He said.

“Oh, well, yeah. It was Grayson.” You smiled.

“Good. He’s a good kid.” He said. You nodded in agreement and took your roses up to your room. You set them on your desk and sat down on your computer, looking up various hairstyles for prom.

* * *

A few weeks had gone by, and it was finally prom night. You and your mom were sitting upstairs in your room as she was doing your makeup and your hair.

“What time is Grayson coming to get you?” She asked.

“At four.” You said.

“Why so early?” She asked.

“He says he has dinner plans for us somewhere, and he wants to get back to this side of town before prom starts at eight.” You explained.

“Ahh, I see. Well, we better get finished. It’s already 3:15.” She said. Your mom finished up your makeup, applied an extra layer of hairspray on your hair and pulled your dress out of your closet.

“This dress is so pretty. I’m so glad we found it early and didn’t have to scramble at the last minute.” She said.

“Yeah, me too. Finding the dress so early was a huge weight off of my shoulders.” You said. You got into the dress and slipped on your shoes.

“I’m gonna go down stairs and get the camera ready.” Your mom said. You nodded and finished getting ready on your own. You put on your jewelry, put some finishing touches on your makeup and sprayed on some perfume. Just as you finished, you heard the doorbell ring.

“(Y/N)! Grayson is here!” You heard your mom call out. You slowly walked down the stairs, as to not fall in your heels. As you you came into view of everyone downstairs, they all looked at you, stunned.

“Wow. You look amazing.” Grayson said as you walked up to him.

“You don’t look so bad yourself.” You said as you adjusted his tie.

“It took me so long to tie this.” He laughed.

“You were close.” You smiled.

“Alright you two, I want to get pictures before you leave.” Your mom said. She posed the two of you in various spots in your house, and out in the front yard, taking what seemed like a million pictures before letting you leave.

“Okay, I think that’s enough. Have fun you two.” Your dad said, taking the camera from your mom. You and Grayson both laughed and he took you to his car. You headed off to dinner and afterwards, made your way to the venue for prom. You school rented a nice reception hall, and everything was decorated beautifully. Once you got there, you took pictures with friends, and with each other at the photo area one of the photography teachers had set up. Throughout the night, you had an absolutely amazing time. Being with Grayson made you absolutely happy, and you were still over the moon with the fact that he even asked you to prom.

“Y’know, I’m having such a good time, here, and with you.” Grayson said to you while you were dancing to a slow song.

“I am too.” You said with a smile.

“(Y/N), we’ve been friends for a long time, and you know I love you,” He said, with a sigh. “It’s just, spending time with you, and hanging out with you more, these feelings are just continuing to grow. And you probably think I’m crazy, but-” You cut him off by pressing your lips against his. “What was that for?” He asked with a smile.

“You talk too much.” You said, kissing him again. “Grayson, look, I like you too, and I have for a long time. I couldn’t believe that you chose me, of all people, to ask to prom, and even being here with you right now, I still don’t believe it. Every part of this is like a fairy tale.”

“I hope it’s your favorite fairy tale.” Grayson said with a smile.

“It’s making it’s way to the top.”

Bereavement [PT.2]

Summary : It was just a typical mission. Fight HYDRA, get intel and get out. What they didn’t expect was for Tony to know the girl in the cyro chamber. AU.

Warnings : Mentions of death and murder. Mentions of abuse and torture. Tiny (extremely) amount of fluff.

Requests : Yes!

Author : Ash

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Originally posted by thechloris

*** 10 Years Ago ***

You couldn’t take the voices anymore. The constant night terrors, waking up covered in sweat. Your nerves were beyond shot and every day was constant torture. You weren’t their perfect nightmare.

You finally were regaining control of yourself, of your memories. You remembered who you were…what you were. That’s how you found yourself in your present predicament.

You stared down at your knuckles bloodied, and bruised. There was dirt and cement in the cuts. You had been captive in this HYDRA basement for what felt like weeks. Hell, it could be years. You tried to punch through the wall, claw your way out, devise a plan but there seemed to be no escape.  

It was dark, damp and smelled of death. There was no light, unless one of the guards came in to drop of what you assumed to be food. You were tempted to start pulling your hair out..replaying your last mission in your head.

You froze. You couldn’t take out the target, you wouldn’t take out the target. You weren’t sure at the time why you couldn’t take out the man who was standing at least 500 feet away from you. It just felt wrong. Then someone said his name and you instantly knew why you couldn’t. He was your brother. Your older brother, Tony Stark.

You raced back to the compound and instantly headed after the top ass-hole in charge.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You screamed as you threw open the door to his office. “You want me to kill my own brother?”

“How do you know him? You were not supposed to be aware of the target. He is a danger to us, to our mission.” He retorted back. You noticed his guards sitting in a chair across from him.

Both men look at you, unsure of how you knew or what was happening. “Tell me, how do you remember who he is?” Your commander walked from behind his desk and over to you. You made note of the way he kept his fingers on the holster of his gun.

You stood their fuming. You could feel a new migraine starting, it was worse then the previous ones. Almost debilitating. You  held your head in your hands biting the inside of your cheek to keep from screaming in agony.

“That is none of your concern. Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you tell me who I am?” You screamed through gritted teeth.

“I am (Y/N) Stark. I am (Y/N) Stark.” You chanted your name repeating it like a mantra.

You grabbed your head again as you could feel the pounding start. “She needs to be reprogrammed.” You heard your commander mumble to the guard. The guard mumbled back something you couldn’t quite make out.

Soon the pounding in your head started to intensify. You could feel your heart racing, and you were starting to loose consciousness. You tried to pull yourself together and make your way to your commander.

That was all you remembered before you woke up in a room. Strapped down to a machine. You noticed The Winter Soldier in the bed across from you. His head hooked up to the machine. You tried to break free form your restraints.

Seven hours in the brain scrambler and nothing worked. I was beaten for even longer, electrocuted, and eventually thrown into this hell hole.

As you replayed everything in your head you heard guards come back to your cell. The cell clanked as it opened and you were dragged down the hall to the cryogenic chambers.

*** Present Day ***

“Come on (Y/N) stay with me. Come on, fight damit.” Tony was screaming at your chamber.

“Tony, Bucky get out! Let us work” the doctors came in pushing them out of the room. They pulled blinds over the doors to hide what was happening. Tony just paced back and forth. Bucky just looked at him. Mumbling to himself as he scratched his chin nervously tapping his fingers.

Tony was about to say something to Bucky when there was a loud thud and scream from the room. Tony rushed to the door and kicked it open as Bucky followed behind on his chair.

“Tony!” You screamed through tears almost in a daze unsure if you were still in a dream. You looked around.

“(Y/N). But how…I thought you were… I thought she was…” Tony could barely get the words out. He was baffled.

“From what I can see (Y/N) DNA has bonded with the serum in the most unusual way. When she was put into cryo it didn’t stop the mutation, but sped it up. She has increased healing, her brain activity is off the chart. She’s also insanely strong, and increased speed. We still need to run tests, her DNA is still mutating.” The doctor said as he flipped through the charts.

“I’m going to leave the three of you to talk and well, catch up.” He said as he checked your vitals one last time and made a point to talk to Bucky before walking out.

Bucky rolled over to your bedside and grabbed your hand. He stared at you mumbling something in Russian which made you grimace and nod your head. You squeezed each other’s hand before he turned back to Tony.

“You both need to talk. I’ll come back later.” He said as he rolled out of the room.

Tony instantly ran to your bed and grabbed you to hug you but you stopped him. “Tony, is this real?” You asked tears forming in your eyes.

Tony just smiled softly and grabbed your hand. Squeezing it tightly. “Yes, you’re finally safe (Y/N).” He said as he pulled a chair to your bed.

There was so much that needed to be said, so much catching up to do. Where do you begin? What do you say?

You and Tony sat in silence for a few moments just trying to take in the fact that you were finally together. You broke the silence.

“Mom and dad…they…um…” you couldn’t get the words out before you felt tears falling.

“It’s not your fault. I’m so sorry I didn’t let you stay home that night. God (Y/N) I was so selfish and so angry. If I had let you stay home you would’ve never been captured. You wouldn’t…” Tony grimaced at the thought.

“We can’t change that night Tony, but I’m here now. I’m alive and we’re back together. Let’s focus on that.” You smiled softly. Tony just nodded.

Tony stayed by your side all night, catching up with you, sharing pictures and old memories. You thought you were in the clear and that HYDRA had lost. You had your memories, you had your brother.

“Ok (Y/N) I have bothered you enough for one day. I’m going to let you get some actual rest and the doctors run their blood tests. I’ll be back tomorrow to check on you.” He said softly as he kissed your forehead.

“To the moon and back munchkin.” Tony said softly. “More than all the stars in the sky.” You replied. It was you and Tony’s unconventional way of saying “I love you”.

“We’re not finished with you. You have a mission to complete. You will complete it.”

There was the migraine again. Debilitating and agonizing. You grabbed the side of your head. There was a ringing noise in your head.

“You will comply and you will complete your mission. You will take out the enemy. HAIL HYDRA.”

“HAIL HYDRA, HAIL HYDRA” was all you could make out in your head.

You felt Tony’s hands on your shoulders shaking you to wake up. “Wake up, wake up, it’s only a dream.”

You woke up and looked at Tony. You could feel the clothes clinging to your body from all the sweat. You took a deep breath. It was just a dream. Just a dream. You were safe, it was over.

But there was still the voice. “Mission isn’t over soldier, you will complete your mission.”

What was happening to you?

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Popping The Anal Cherry(NSFW)

Originally posted by absolutelybeautifulworld

Characters: Dean, Y/n

Pairing: Dean x Y/n (FEMALE READER)

Warnings: Smut, pure smut, anal, cum play, cum swapping, sweat kink sorta, oral, unprotected sex

Word Count: 2772

Summary: Y/n and Dean give into lust, Y/n allowing him to be her first in a different way

A/N: Requested fic by my bitch @notnaturalanahiThreesum female!OC was awesomeness!! I want one now. Not OC, just female!reader and I want it smut and sweaty and filthy and kinky and I want the dirty talk and I want it with Dean! Oh, this is a request btw lol I always suck at requesting but I don’t suck at sucking. Pun intended. Hope u like it. 

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“Seriously, Dean? I told you we should have got Sam with us instead of leaving him at the damn motel!”

Dean rolled his eyes, trying to focus on getting to the other side of the house and burning the damn doll the mother attached herself to once her child died.

Looking around, he searched for the ghost, not seeing her at all.

Thinking this was his chance, he sprinted forward, only getting halfway there when she appeared again, throwing him against the wall before he had the chance to react.

Y/n rushed forward, seeing this as her chance and grabbed the creepy ass doll, setting it ablaze and watching as the ghost burst into flames, disappearing and leaving y/n to sort out the damn Winchester.

She walked over to him, inspecting his head, making sure there was no bleeding or any bumps.

Running her hands through his hair, she noticed the way he relaxed, shutting his eyes and sighing.

She continued this for a while, wanting to give Dean some peace, even if it was just for a few minutes.

Suddenly, he grabbed her hand, pulling her down and kissing her hard.

She stayed there, her lips attached to his, completely frozen in shock.

Never would she have thought Dean Winchester, the most beautiful man ever, would want her.

He pulled back when he felt her tense up, thinking this was all a big mistake.

“Shit y/n, I’m so sorry. I just-I…”

His sentence was left unfinished as she connected their lips again, loving the feel of the strangely soft lips against hers, the scruff on his face rubbing and tickling her.

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Happy Childhood

Characters: Claire, reader, Castiel

Pairing: Claire x reader

Warnings: bit of angst, tiny bit of fluff

Word count: 1157

Summary: you finally snap at Claire after all of her complaining and make her appreciate her life a little more.

A/N: this is just a quick idea that came to my head so it’s pretty short and not planned very well

It had almost been 2 years since you and Claire first started dating. Things started off small, just a few hunts together here and there but nothing major. But then that one day, when you got caught, she came in and saved the day. Claire rescued you from the demon that would have killed you because she cared, and that’s when you started to care too. At first you thought you cared a little too much, is there even such a thing?

You became close friends, you were like sisters… Or so you thought. Maybe you never made your feelings for Claire known because you were scared of the outcome. You were worried that she wouldn’t like you back.

Why would someone like Claire Novak love someone like you? That’s what you wondered in your mind when she revealed her feelings for you.

From then on it was you two against the world. Through Claire you met some wonderful people. You got to know Jody, she loved you as if you were her own. You met her Angel dad- or not her dad. You never really understood their relationship. It didn’t matter what they called it, he was there when she needed him and that was enough. You also got to hunt with the Winchesters a few times which was beyond amazing. Things with you and Claire were perfect, the key word being were.

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Business Casual - Part 8 (Final)

Hey everyone! Here’s part eight, the final chapter of this saga. I have another multi chapter I’m going to start putting out maybe next week. That one is actually the longest fic I’ve ever written so yay!! But anyway, I hope you like this last part! You guys have been great and I’ve loved ALL your comments! Really truly you guys’s responses are why I keep posting. 

This last part has a good deal of sap so just gear up for it :D Thanks for reading!

Part 8:

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We Were Staying In Paris

Summary: Wolfgang and Kala get Paris. They get more than that then they realise.

Chapter: ½


A/N: No regrets. this just happened. (I’m blaming @our-connection-is-a-miracle and @sunbakkoush for talking about headcanons with me)

Arriving in Paris, Kala could feel her skin on edge, like there was someone’s ghosting over shoulders. Wolfgang held her from behind, his cheek pressing to the side of her temple, neither of them saying a word - just waiting for his damn plane to land. When BPO came to take him, Kala was shut out, his mind racing and too focused. He managed to get out, take down as many guys as he could and avoiding Whispers. Wolfgang hid in the key shop for a few hours as Kala was on a plane. She talked him down, told him that they would only have a few more hours separating them. He waited out the brewing storm of BPO before racing to the airport close to when Kala was landing. Getting on the next flight, they only had three hours separating them. Now - it was only moments.

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you stayed up waitin’, anticipatin’, and pacin’
but I was, chasing paper
caught up in the game

Oversized (Chen drabble)

15.   How do you know I’m not big?
34.   Show me what you got

Word count: 3009 (Oh boy this ain’t even a drabble anymore lol)

Genre: fluff like super fluffy fluff (send help good Lord)

A/N: I wrote two requests into one. The actual drabble request was by @kpopthirstaddicted, who I love so much, and I mixed it with the anon request above. I hope it’s okay with the both of you. Enjoy and take care xoxo.

Originally posted by daenso

You opened your eyes lazily as the sun rays leaked from the half-opened curtains. Normally you would’ve been annoyed by them, but not today. Today was brighter, happier. You felt… different, somehow, it was hard to explain, but you did.

It was like life was better, like the world was perfect. You’d never felt that comfortable in your own bed, even though you felt something you didn’t usually feel, it was never this warm, and you were never totally cornered to one side of it.

You turned around carefully just to find Chen lying next to you.

“Holy shit”, you muttered to yourself with your eyes wide opened. So it had actually happened. If he wasn’t standing right there in front of your eyes slightly touching your bare skin with his, you would’ve thought it had been a dream.

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