this book broke me once before

TITLE:  Faking It 

IMAGINE: (Y/N) and Steve are both tired of their friends (namely Sam and Tony), trying to set them up with people. What happens when one night they decide to take control of their own love lives and teach Sam and Tony a lesson? (x)


[gif is not mine -creds to the owner. requests are open. immensely proud of this, probably except the ending. i’ve uploaded this like 3 times now and tumblr keeps deleting it, so apologies for the continuous upload for this.]

warnings: swear words, mature situations -minor sex scenes.

word count: 3.2 k+


‘The question of whether we can fight fate will always remain a mystery. But the bigger question is what happens when we stop fighting it.’

“Tony, for the last fucking time, I don’t want to go on a date with your friend!” (Y/N) yelled exasperated as she threw a piece of bread at him. “How many times do I have to tell you?”

“Come on, he’s totally your type and you guys would be perfect for each other,” his voice now took on a whining tone and (Y/N) rolled her eyes. “Please, just this one time?”

(Y/N) smiled sweetly at him, “No.” She hopped off the stool she was sitting on, “Last time I agreed to one of your dates he started crying when they brought the entree, and then again when we started having sex.”


Steve placed his hands on his knees as he bent over, trying to catch his breath. “Good run, Cap” He looked behind him and saw Sam jogging to where he was.

“You were so close in beating me this time,” he placed his hands on his back and stretched. Steve groaned as he began rubbing his shoulders.

“You busy tonight?”

Steve shook his head, “No, why?”

“There’s this girl,” Sam started but Steve glared at him. “Now, hear me out, she’s lovely and-,” Sam didn’t finish as Steve held up a hand.

“Look, I don’t want to Sam. I mean I’ve tried this thing before when Nat tried to set me up and it just didn’t work out. If I want to start dating, I’ll do it through my own way.” Steve clasped a hand on Sam’s shoulder. “Thanks though.”


(Y/N) fiddled with the screwdriver in Bruce’s lab, “I thought you wanted my help on a formula Bruce, but all I’ve done is play with your tools.”

Bruce turned around with a sheepish smile on his face, “Sorry (Y/N). It’s on that table if you want to have a look at it.”

She smiled at him and walked to the table. Leaning on it with her arms, she began scanning it. (Y/N) was focused until Tony barged in.

“Guys, I just got us a reservation at Top Stem!”

(Y/N) looked over at Bruce, then turned back to Tony, “Isn’t that the hipster bar in Brooklyn?”

Tony smiled and nodded, “Yep. Know a guy and he managed to book us a table.”

“What’s the occasion?”

“I mean everyone’s here since forever,” Tony shrugged. She knew that it meant more to him that he could ever admit. After the Civil War broke out between the group, tensions ran high and even though it’s been 5 years since the event happened the group still wasn’t as it was before.

“I’m in,” Bruce smiled.

“Me too,” (Y/N) smiled and continued reading the document. She was too engrossed once again so she didn’t notice the scheming look between Bruce and Tony.


“I’m at the restaurant Sam, and nobody’s here yet,” Steve spoke into the phone, peering in every now and then into the restaurant. “It is the Top Stem, right?” He asked. “Alright, I’ll go in, but if you’re not here or anyone in the next 15 minutes, I’m leaving.” With that, Steve hung up and walked in.

When he was seated he saw that the bar was dimly lit, giving it an intimate feel, especially with the single flower in the middle of the table. He frowned at the multiple empty chairs that circled the table.

“Rogers?” He heard his name and looked up from the menu. He saw (Y/N), and in that moment he allowed himself to bask in her beauty. He hasn’t spoken to her in a long time. Of course, their relationship was never friendly, but still, he missed the fights and the banter, and the wanting to rip her clothes to shred and push her up against the wall. Steve coughed, making sure that he wasn’t blushing when he replied to her.

“Are we the first ones here?” (Y/N) asked, sitting down across from him. Steve nodded. “Fantastic,” she grumbled.

“That hurts (Y/L/N),” he gave her a smirk and she smiled largely at him.

After 10 minutes passed, (Y/N) opened her phone and texted Tony’s number.

‘Where are you guys?’

“Tony?” Steve nodded towards the phone.

“Yeah, I mean our friends are little shits, but they’re usually around five minutes late,” she checked her watch, “not ten.”

Suddenly a buzz went through the table.

‘At home. Have fun ;)’

“For fucks sake,” (Y/N) groaned. “By any chance did Sam want to set you up with someone before this?”

Realization went through him and he cursed, “Are you fucking serious?”

(Y/N) laughed at him, “Language, Cap.”

“Our friends are shit.”

“I’ll drink to that.” (Y/N) raised her glass and gulped it down. “I can’t believe I fell for this, I mean it’s a Stark plan,” she sneered. “Those usually have more holes than Swiss cheese.”

“Sam and Tony schemed us. Us out of all people!”

(Y/N) agreed, “Fuck. You know what we should do?”

Steve looked at her, he knew that look. It was that look before a scheme hatched in her mind, god he knew that look. He loved that look. He got turned on by that look. “What?”

“Since our dear friends thought that they could out scheme us, why don’t we show them just how great we can be together?” He gestured for her to go on. “Let’s pretend to date and then we’ll have this dramatic fall out after like a month or so and then they’ll don’t know what to do because we’ll force them to choose sides. Then, we’ll come out and say, ‘it wasn’t real, but this could be the outcome if you keep fucking with our lives.’”

Steve sat back for a while. Usually he was a good guy, he wouldn’t scheme, but sometimes (Y/N) brought out that Steve he wanted to be when he was younger. One that wouldn’t take shit from anyone. He got that chance when (Y/N) entered in his life.

“I’m in.”


3 weeks into ‘dating.’

“I can’t believe that you and Capsicle are dating now,” Tony sat down next to her, a bowl of cereal placed in front of him. “I mean, I thought you would high-tail out of there but not before throwing a drink in his face.”

(Y/N) shrugged, “Well, when I first saw him that’s what I wanted to do. I guess old habits die hard, but once we got talking, it was just realization. I just realized just how much we were alike, but so different at the same time.”

“Ew,” Tony shoved her lightly. “Can you spare me the romantic feelings?”

She threw a piece of granola at him. What surprised her was just how true her statement was.


3.5 Weeks into ‘dating’

“So what’s the next step on the plan?” Steve asked as he opened the door for her.

“I’m not sure if you’re going to like this, but they have to catch us in a sexual manner to say,” (Y/N) spoke and cringed. “You can just lay on top of me, I know that you don’t want to do any of that until you really like someone.”

“How do you know?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, “Oh please. You’re Mr. Poster Guy for having an emotional connection before having sex with a girl,” noticing his casted down eyes, “not that there’s any wrong with that!” She placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m just saying, Tony knows me. Tony knows that I don’t need an emotional connection when fucking someone.” She saw that he cringed when she said that. “Sorry.” She stopped walking and leaned into the wall, “He won’t believe we’re dating until he catches us in the act. He believes that we had this weird pent up sexual frustration before.”

Steve laughed, “Sam and Nat said the same thing.”

“Okay, so this is what I have in mind-,” she never got to finish her sentence as Steve pushed her up against the wall, she subconsciously lifted her legs and wrapped it around his waist. (Y/N) wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in closer, opening her mouth to allow his tongue in. She moaned as he grinded his hips to hers. “Steve, fuck,” she moaned out as he began placing kissed on his neck.

Steve relished in the way she grinded her hips against her. He could feel himself harden against his gym shorts and he really couldn’t care enough to blush or apologize. He almost took her when she began moaning his name. “You like that?” He nipped her jaw as he grinded against her again.

“God yes,” she rolled her head and pulled him in again to kiss him.

They only broke apart when they heard several throats clearing. (Y/N) and Steve broke apart slowly, she opened her eyes and saw that he was staring at her. His normal crystal blue eyes, were darker than she’s ever seen before.

“Get a room,” Tony hollered, backed up by Clint and Sam’s snickering.

Steve and (Y/N) turned their heads, foreheads still touching, to their audience. “Sorry, can’t keep my hands off her, I mean have you seen her?”

Pietro nodded and smugly grinned, “I sure have.”

Steve growled and (Y/N) found herself getting turned on by it. She grinned and lightly bit his earlobe, grinding into him for the extra act. Steve turned his attention back to her and smiled. He pecked her lips once more.

“For the love of god! I’ve given you guys practically a floor each, can you not do it where everyone can see!” Tony complained as he shut his eyes and dramatically walked to the gym. The others walked past, each smiling smugly and laughing.

Once they were out of view and hearing range, Steve allowed (Y/N) to unwrap her legs around him and gently set her down. “Didn’t know that you had in it you Rogers. I’m surprised, pleasantly surprised, but surprised nonetheless.”

Steve didn’t reply to that comment but he did give her a small, shy smile. “I guess they believe that we’re dating now?”

“For sure,” she laughed, still trying to catch her breath. “I’ll see you round Rogers.” With a wink she disappeared, swaying her hips as she did so, knowing that he was watching her. As she walked away she desperately tried to forget how good he felt, how good and right it felt when he kissed her. How he held her in the right places.

She leaned against a wall, “Fuck.” Yup, she was fucking screwed because she’s opening herself up to Steve.


4 Weeks into ‘dating’

“No need to be jealous (Y/N), you know that he only has his eyes and his other things for you,” Bucky whispered as they both watched a flirtatious reported touched Steve’s arm.

(Y/N) refused to admit that she was jealous. She wasn’t jealous at all. She didn’t want to drag him away and claw the woman who had her paws on him. Nope. Not at all. She was only concerned about their plan being thwarted if he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. She glanced at Bucky and he gave her a supportive smile. “Thanks, Buck.” She touched his arm gently, and that was the time that Steve looked up.

His eyes narrowed as he saw his best friend and his ‘girlfriend-slash-not-girlfriend-but he kinds of has feelings for her?’ closely talking. “So, what would you say was the best thing about the ‘40’s?” Tierney asked as she posed her pencil over the paper.

He turned back to her, giving him her most charming smile and answered.


(Y/N) took a deep breath, her nostrils flaring as she heard the woman’s laugh from across the room. “Breathe,” Bucky warned. They both watched as the reported fiddled with Steve’s tie. “Fuck,” Bucky swore as he watched (Y/N) storming over. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why can’t Sam do this?”


(Y/N) stormed over to where they were, standing so close to Steve that he couldn’t physically move away from her. “Am I interrupting something?” She asked sweetly. Steve looked down at (Y/N), to anyone who didn’t know her, they would have just thought that she was asking a simple question, but he knew that tone.

“Uh, I was just doing an interview here with Mr. Rogers,” the woman explained.

(Y/N) turned to her, an eyebrow arched and her jaw clenched, “Are you really?” She felt Steve’s hand wrap around her waist and leaned back into him. She smirked when she saw the reporter’s eyes move to the gesture. “Because from where I stood you were trying to get into my boyfriend’s pants.”  She moved closer to the woman, “Are you really trying to get into my man’s pants?”

“No, no-,” the woman stuttered.

“Good, because fucking another woman’s man is a big no-no, no matter what, understand?”

“I didn’t know that he had a girlfriend,” the woman tried to explain.

“That’s why I’m letting you off, just make sure when you want to flirt with someone, make sure that they’re not taken, otherwise it can get,” (Y/N) tilted her head and gave the woman in front of her another smile, “messy.” With a turn, she faced Steve indicating that the conversation ended. Luckily, the woman took the hint and walked off.


Steve allowed himself to be dragged by into an empty room. She turned around and he saw that she was beyond pissed. “Do you want our plan to go down the drain?”

“Are you jealous?” He laughed at the thought. (Y/N), jealous? In all of the time that he knew her, she never once showed this kind of emotion.

“I’m angry that our plan would be tarnished, yes.”

He walked over to her, smiling all the while. “You were jealous.” He placed his hands on her hips. She shook her head, anger still in his eyes. “Oh really?” She nodded. “So after this whole charade, you wouldn’t mind me dating her,” he ghosted his lips over hers, “fuck her,” now her ear, “make love to her?” He allowed himself to nibble on her ear, earning a moan from her.

“Fuck her all you want,” (Y/N) grasped the tie, pulling him closer, their noses touching, “but you’re mine right now.” She grounded her hips against his, and this time it was him moaning.

As their kisses got more desperate, (Y/N) allowed her to think. How did it come to this situation? Alone, in a room with Steve Rogers of all people trying to undo her dress, which started which jealously? If you told her this 3 years ago, she would have laughed in your face, but at this moment? She allowed herself to enjoy Steve Rogers.

“Steve, fuck! Oh my god!” She yelled as she fisted his hair.

“Better be quiet doll, or someone might come in,” he mumbled against her clit.

“Don’t care,” she mumbled, Steve moved back in this time with more rigor. Her head tilting back, moaning loudly as she did so.


5.5 Weeks into ‘dating’

“Aren’t we supposed to break up now or something?” He dropped it so casually, it was like he was talking about the weather.

She was so stunned that she couldn’t formulate a sentence so she decided on, “What?”

“Wasn’t that the plan?” She stopped playing with his hair and turned to him. He noticed her eyes drop down, her brows furrowed. “Unless you don’t want to.” He teased.

She looked up and clenched her jaw, “No. I just don’t know how to do it dramatically, I mean I haven’t had the time to think with you fucking me.” She yanked herself out of his grasp, and neither would admit it but they missed each others touch.

Steve’s eyes widened with her cold tone, “(Y/N)…”

“Give me until tonight, then I’ll you the plan,” she walked away, her heart beating furiously.

Once she was in her room, she locked the door and sat on her bed. (Y/N) placed her face on her hands. She completely forgot about the plan -with all the sex, the talks about their past and her incessant questions about his childhood, and the weird dates in Brooklyn that she couldn’t help but enjoy. She never thought that when got into this that their goal, her goal of making sure that Tony and the gang never in their life again would blur with one kiss from Steve Rogers.

(Y/N) had it all planned out. She usually knew what was real and what wasn’t, but whenever she was with Steve, she couldn’t help but feel that everything was real.


She stood by the kitchen, whiskey in her hand. (Y/N) texted Steve two minutes ago to meet her so they can ‘break-up’. She didn’t want to, not that she’ll ever voice that thought out. She saw Steve as soon as he entered the kitchen, his face wasn’t impassive as she thought it would be.

He stalked over to her, every Avenger now watching them. He pulled her into him roughly, his hand on her waist, the other on her ass. (Y/N) was shocked, so she hesitantly kissed him back. He broke apart with her, “I need to talk to you.” Steve didn’t allow her to respond, he just grabbed her by the hand and dragged her to his room. They both felt a group of eyes watching them, but they could not care less.

“Rogers, what the hell are you doing?” He locked the door. Steve faced her.

“I love you,” he stated plainly. “I didn’t want to fall in love with you, but fuck, every single smile that you gave me, every single conversation that we had made me fall in love with you. I’m not going to lie, when I first met you I thought that you were one of the most beautiful people I have ever seen, but then you opened your perfect little mouth and you ruined it all.”

He gave a small laugh, “But you didn’t at the same time.” He looked at her, “I wanted you more than anything, the way that you talked to me -you talked to me like I was a normal guy pissing you off, not Captain America. You were the most annoying, frustrating woman in my life, I didn’t know whether I wanted to kill you or fuck you. But I did know one thing, I couldn’t imagine my life without your incessant nagging about everything that I did.”

Steve stopped speaking, they both knew that he was finished talking. (Y/N) stood there, in the middle of Steve’s room, unmoving, no emotion in her eyes. She closed her yes and inhaled.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re dramatic? You could rival Tony,” She opened her eyes and looked at him. He knew that her words were supposed to be biting but once he saw her eyes, oh god, he could burst out crying. Steve saw the love and admiration that he knew would take awhile for her to voice out. But it was still there. She loved him as well.

“You love me,” he teased and she shrugged laughing all the while. “You know what’s better than normal sex against a wall?” Steve asked.

She moved forward, wrapping her arms around him, her face glowing. “What?”

“Having passionate sex in Tony’s office,” he winked at her and she laughed.

“And they say that I’m the inappropriate one in the relationship!” She grinned at him. He was beautiful and he was hers. “I must say though, you know a way to girl’s heart.”

“Correction, I know the way to your heart.” He grinned down at her, and kissing her for the first time, not because of a scheme or a plan, but because he finally got the girl who managed to make him rip out his hair, kiss her until she’s out of breath and set his soul on fire. Sure, he had a rough road ahead of him, but if she was there with him, he could manage.

demonickittykat  asked:

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Word Count: 1,249
Wanrings: (Not sure if there are any, message me if there are)
Pairing: Romantic Analogical
Prompt: #1 -  I’m Not Okay (I Promise) by My Chemical Romance

A/N: So this kinda-sorta turned into a kinda-crack!fic? I think? You’ll see what I mean from reading the beginning. It was really fun to write though, and I hope you enjoy it!


Logan Gets Emo!!

“I’M NOT O~KAY!
I’M NOT O~KAY!
I’M NOT O~KAY!
YOU WEAR ME OUT!” Logan sang, while jumping up and down playing the bass guitar. Well, it was more like screaming. Perhaps it was a mix of both? Well that’s not what matters. Right now, you’re probably wondering how Logan, AKA Logic, got into this situation.

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Something to Talk About

Requested: By an Anon haha

Summary: Bill likes to sketch so he sketches Reader when he’s bored or thinking of them, which he always thinks about them. He leaves for a second and Reader finds the book and Bill is embarrassed. Stuff happens and it’s pretty angsty.

Pairing: Bill Denbrough x Reader (they/them)

Warnings: Uncomfortable silence and bad writing by yours truly.

A/N: Bill is one of my favorite Losers. Also, I plan to maybe make a part 2 if people like this.

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I swung my legs back and forth on the couch while waiting for Bill to come downstairs so we could be ready for the sleepover we’d planned. We originally invited Beverly, but she’d skipped out and said she’d be going to a family reunion in the next town over. I sighed and stared down at my shorts and worn out white t-shirt. Hopefully, Bill doesn’t mind that I used old clothes as a sleeping outfit.

“I suh-set up my ruh-ruh-room and got Duh-Donkey Kong uh-on,” Bill’s footsteps were barely noticeable and I was surprised to hear his soft voice from the stairs. I smiled and stood up, carrying my heavy but thin blanket with me while we both walked upstairs. Bill stopped at the doorway and gasped to himself before turning back around. “I fuh-forgot the soda,” I chuckled to myself while he ran past me and almost slipped while he bolted to the kitchen. 

Bill’s room was colder than downstairs, his window was open and letting in the air freely. I noticed both of his pillows were covering something in the side of his bed. I curiously walked over and lifted the first one and saw the corner of a book page. It wasn’t a written book, it was a sketchbook. I removed the second pillow and stared in awe at what was on the paper.

There was a heavy blue sketched picture of me, my hair was floating around like waves in an ocean and I was at a loss for words by the poetic like drawing. It was Bill’s, and he was drawing me. But, he’d always draw Beverly. Could it be that he didn’t really like me the way I like him? I sighed and placed the sketchbook into my lap as I sat Indian style on his bed. I bounced a bit and turned the page back, only to see more detailed sketches of me.

Maybe I was right. Maybe he drew me because I’m his friend. But these other sketches say otherwise because they’re not of me in some dorky pose. They’re elegant and breathtaking in ways words couldn’t describe. I prepared to flip another page before Bill walked in with a six-pack of sodas in his arms. 

“I guh-got the good kuh-kind…,” His voice trailed off once he saw his book in my hands. Bill hurriedly placed down the sodas on his nightstand and took his book from me to hide it under his shirt. I watched him do this before standing up and taking a step towards him, only for Bill to take a long step backward and into the hallway. “Yuh-yuh-you weren’t suh-supposed tuh-tuh-tuh-to see the-this,” His stutter gradually got worse the moment he saw me.

“Bill, it’s not something to be ashamed of,” I smiled softly and took a step back to the bed before sitting down. Bill was less tense and walked cautiously back into his room, the book still tucked under his shirt in embarrassment. “They’re amazing.”

Bill sat beside me and finally untucked his book, only keeping it held tightly against his chest. He looked at me with a confused look in his eyes. I could tell he was still upset, but I still wanted to see them. He was beautiful. I mean, his drawings were beautiful.

“Your drawings,” I cleared my throat and trained my eyes on his left hand, which was dangerously close to mine. I felt the urge to grab his hand and pull him in for a kiss if that’s what you even do with your best friend crush. I instead moved my hand a bit closer, “Your drawings are amazing.” I could just see his shy but happy smile, and as I looked up to him, low and behold, there was the smile.

He always smiled like that when Beverly passed by, or when she’d talk to him, or when she’d jump into the Quarry waters. But never was it directed towards me. Just the thought of him loving made my face red and my heart skipped a beat. I could see his laurel green eyes brighten at my words and that’s when I knew my cheeks and nose were painted pink.

“Thuh-thanks,” Bill smiled and looked down at the book in his lap. He paused a second while contemplating whether or not to show the entire book. I silently watched with my heart melting once he flipped to the first page. “Yuh-you know… I may-made this as a scrap buh-buh-book for me and you.” He traced over the cursive letters written inside the cover. “(Y/N) and Bill’s Loser Life” is what it read in thick blue letters. 

I looked up to see Bill’s eyes wavering over the title for a second before flipping to the next page. The second was a page filled with miniature pictures of us as kids. I smiled as he flipped through and my eyes teared up as it passed the pictures of us being as close as siblings, then to the years where this crush on him started. I could feel his hand linger on a certain page, one that was filled with a big picture from last year. 

That was the first year Beverly and Bill started dating for a few months before she had something for Ben. Bill’s eyes scanned the picture before he huffed softly and flipped to the next page, which was the one with sketches of me on it. Bill’s eyes widened and he looked over at me for my reaction, and all I could do was let a tear slip out from my watering eyes. He quickly closed the scrapbook and came to my rescue.

“(Y/N)? What huh-ha-happened? Why are you cruh-cry-crying?” He set his book down and scooted closer to me, his hand finally being put over mine. Once he spoke, the dam broke in my tear ducts and the waterworks came flowing. I could hear Bill’s breath hitch when I let my head hang low while I sobbed. He put his hand on my back and rubbed circles to try and comfort me, “Huh-hey, it’s okay. Yuh-you-you’re okay.” 

I gripped his hand in mine and put my other up to rub my eyes in an attempt to stop the tears, but they wouldn’t stop and I felt embarrassed for crying in front of my best friend, my crush, actually. He didn’t seem to mind though, he just sat there with a concerned frown while trying to comfort me. 

He thought I was crying because of the memories, but I only was crying because of the all-known fact that Bill still loved Beverly and only liked me as a friend. When Bill raised his hand to brush hair past my ear, I flinched back and moved away from him. His eyebrows furrowed and he looked almost heartbroken.

“Suh-sorry..,” Bill muttered to me and stood up to wipe his palms on his shorts before placing his book in his nightstand drawer. I regretted the action that made him sad and move away from me, but it was what was best for both him and me. He should be with someone who he loves that loves him too, I just wasn’t that person.

You Should Visit More Often

Requested by: @saracons87​ , “ can you write something with Kit, where the reader surprises him at work after the garage is closed for the day I imagine smut taking place ;) “

Warnings: Smut, language


The wind blew softly through my hair as I made my way to Kit’s garage. Lately I had been missing him when he was at work and I thought I could make him lunch and use it as an excuse to go visit him. 

I breathed in the fresh autumn air and smelled the faint scent of gas as I neared the building. Kit was working on a car inside so I walked over to his desk and placed the bag containing his food on the table top. Just as I was admiring the various pictures he has of us together, as well as with Julia and Thomas I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist. 

“Hey baby, what are you doing here?” He said, I leaned into his touch and replied: “Just bringing my fiance some lunch because I know how hard he works and I wanted to surprise him.” I smiled and turned around in his arms. “Oh well thank you doll,” he said, giving me a wink and leaning down to connect our lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled us even closer together as the kiss deepened. Before things got too heated there was a honk from outside. “I gotta go babe, I’ll be right back okay?” I smiled up at him and let him go tend to his customer.

When Kit got back to his desk he asked: “Are the kids with your mom?” as he sat down. “Yeah, I left them with her for the day, thought they might need some time away from me for a bit,” I admitted with a chuckle. Kit scoffed and pulled me down to sit on his lap. “Now who in their right mind wouldn’t want to spend time with you, Y/N?”  he asked as our lips collided once again. I smiled against his lips and was about to turn so that I could stradle his lap until we got interrupted by yet another customer. Kit sighed as we broke apart once more and apologised as he went to tend to whoever it was. 

I got bored when the garage got busy but decided that I might as well wait till Kit went home before I left. I found a book that I had left here a while ago and started reading. After preoccupying myself for a while I heard Kit close the garage as the last car pulled away and Kit turned on the radio just as “There Goes My Baby” by The Drifters started playing. He looked over at me and smiled since we both loved this song. He walked over to me and pulled me up from where I was sitting by his desk. He twirled me around as he pulled me closer to the open space a few feet away from where we were. We danced around for a while until he pulled me close and swayed, gradually slowing down. He looked into my eyes and for what felt like the tenth time today he pressed his lips against mine, only this time we weren’t interrupted.

His grip on my waist tightened as I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling the strands near his neck lightly and earning a soft moan from him. I smirked against the kiss and his hands started lifting my shirt. He slid his hands underneath and his hands traveled up to my bra. His hands roamed around for a few seconds until he removed my shirt completely. The shirt landed somewhere but I was too busy reconnecting our lips to see where. I tugged at the hem of his shirt and he quickly removed it as well, it joined mine on the floor. Kit started pushing me, causing me to take a few steps back. Eventually when I felt the desk behind me I stopped and he grabbed my hips, lifting me up onto the top. I wrapped my legs around his waist and the kiss got heated again. I moved my lips down to his neck as he undid my bra. My hands moved down to his belt buckle and I quickly unfastened his pants. My torso was now completely bare and I was leaving hickeys on Kit’s neck as he worked on getting my pants off. Once they were undone I stood up and pulled them off, allowing him to do the same. There was now only his boxers covering his very obvious erection, the sight made me smirk and got me even wetter than I already was. I groaned against his neck as he lifted me onto the desk once again. Kits fingers grazed my thigh as he kissed me again, forcing his tongue into my mouth and asserting dominance. His hand slowly started rubbing against clothed my clit and I moaned into his mouth. He smirked against the kiss and pressed his finger harder against my underwear. After a few seconds of rubbing me I started palming him through his boxers and grinding my thigh against his dick. We both decided that we had had enough foreplay and he started pulling my underwear down. I pulled his boxers down as he got a condom and slipped it on. “You ready baby?” He asked as he lined himself up with my entrance. I nodded my head and he slowly pushed his tip, then his entire member into me. “F-fuck Kit,” I moaned into his shoulder. He started bucking his hips forward, slowly at first, and groaned into my ear. “Y/N, you’re s-so tight,” all I could do was moan in response. A few seconds of thrusting later and he was getting sloppy. I leaned back, resting my back against the table top and pulling him down with me. He used his arms to support himself as he continued slamming into me, going hard and rough now. I attached my lips to his neck and gave him several love bites between my moans. We were both near our climaxes and soon neither of us could hold it in any longer. “Y/N!” Kit screamed as my moans reached a deafening volume. We rode out our highs and slowly sat up, Kit pulling out of me in the process. We kissed for a few seconds before cleaning up and getting ready to leave.

Kit had one final thing to say before we left to go home: “Baby, you really need to visit more often.”

anonymous asked:

If you're still taking requests, I'd like to request Doctor Strange and #52

52. Doctor Strange: Accidental Witness Kiss


You didn’t bother to look up as you heard a pair of familiar footsteps enter the library.  

“Can I help you with something Strange?” you asked, placing another book back in its proper place.

“Doctor,” he corrected, lightly.  “And no, I think I know exactly what I want to take out.”

You turned to him, holding the remaining books close to your chest. “And what is that?”

“The librarian,” he said matter of factly.

You huffed out a laugh, causing Strange to chuckle as well.

“That might be the worse line you’ve slipped me,” you said, shaking your head.

He only shrugged shooting you a teasing look. “Well, it’s worked so far.”

You rolled your eyes.  “So far.”

His lips turned into a sideways smile as he took a small step closer to you.  Without another word, he leaned down kissing you gently against your lips. You took it gratefully, kissing him back.  He reached a hand out to your side, in an attempted to pull you closer, but your arm full of books stood in his way.

With a small hum of frustration, you broke away.  “I’ve got to finish this.”

“Finish it later,” Strange said.  He took the books from your arms and lay them on a nearby table. “I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“And who’s fault is that,” you countered.

It was his turn to roll his eyes before kissing you once more. You placed your hands on his shoulders and his arms wrapped around your waist pulling you closer.

“I’ve missed you,” he said, gently.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting soft on me Strange.”

“Only a little.”

“You’re both disgusting.”

You and Strange whipped your head towards the entrance to see Wong standing there staring right at you.  At a passing glance, Wong looked like his normal strict self, but upon closer inspection one could see the laughter behind his eyes.  

“Wong,” Stephen greeting, wincing slightly in embarrassment.

Wong gave him a passing nod before turning his attention to you.

“Y/N, don’t you have work to do?”

“On it,” you said, unable to make eye contact with either of them as your cheeks burned hotter than the sun.

As you all but ran down the row of shelves, you could hear Stephen’s voice not far behind you.

“You’re never going to live this down, are you?” he asked.

“Never.”  


Prompt Request Are Closed

Shortly after the Inquisition is disbanded and before she and Zevran set out to look for a cure for the taint, Nienna gets Varric’s help to publish a memoir. 

She’s been keeping journals since she left her clan for Ostagar and the book becomes a mix of what she remembers, passages directly from her journals and a few choice embellishments at Varric’s insistence. 

She tells the world about the Blight, fighting Darkspawn and slaying the archdemon. She tells about the betrayal at the Tower of Ishal and the civil war that followed. She tells about the camping and constant traveling, as if she hasn’t spent her whole life on the move and living out of a wagon. And about how she found a family in the people she picked up along the way; a dysfunctional one, but a family nonetheless. 

But she keeps a lot of things to herself. 

When Zevran reads it, he’s almost disappointed that she didn’t tell the world everything about the two of them. For if it were him writing such a book he would spare no detail to tell, to brag more like, about everything she means to him 

Still he doesn’t bring it up, as it’s really no big deal. It’s not as if he wasn’t mentioned at all. He is quite a bit and so are their children, but at the same time he thinks about it for days after he finished reading it. 

The night before they were set to leave for Weisshaupt to tell the wardens they had a lead on a cure, they put the children to bed then sat together out under the stars. Twelve years they’ve been together now and he still can’t stop that little flutter in his chest when he looks at her in the soft glow of the night. She’s got her hair down, a dark wavy mess that she routinely pushes out of her face. After doing so for a countless time, she rests her head against his shoulder, her arms falling around his waist as she says, “I’m going to miss this.”

“Miss what?”

“Home.” 

“The children will be well looked after, my dear. Merrill is very good with them, after all.”

“I know that, that’s not really what I mean. Of course I’m going to miss and worry about our kids but also I’m going to miss sitting right here with you watching the stars. The way the night breeze that blows through here brings the smell of the jasmine planted up the road. Those quiet moments we steal when our lives slow down for the day.”

“You don’t think we’ll have those on the road? You and I forged our entire relationship during a Blight, if you recall.” 

She sighed, “I’m being wistful and we aren’t even gone yet. I suppose I’m worried we won’t come back.”

He hugged her tight, “Of course we’re coming back, and when we do you’ll be free of the taint, of the bad dreams and the…”

As many times as they had talked about this, Zevran could never bring himself to say it. Nienna, on the other hand had accepted the inevitability of her station, if a cure could not be found, a long time ago. She knew the Deep Roads awaited her in the end if she failed. 

“And the dying young?” She finished for him. 

He sighed, then spoke softly, “Yes and that.” 

“What if we don’t find it? What if this turns out to be a wild goose chase.” 

“None of that talk. You’ve worried enough about this. Tell me instead about what if we do find the cure?”

“That’s easy, vhenan, we’re going to grow old together. We’ll buy that estate we saw on the bay in Antiva City and you’ll take me dancing every night.”

That brought a smile to his face. A gentle curve of the corners of his mouth to soften all the worry and stress holding the rest of him, “Every night?”

“Yes. I’ll write more books and set the money aside for Vahari and Sarthorn and they’ll never have to worry about losing me to the darkspawn.” Her voice broke at the end of her sentence and she couldn’t stop the tears that followed, “I’m tired, Zevran. We haven’t even set out yet and I’m already tired.”

She held him tighter, seemingly more so than was possible a moment before but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was but a reminder of all the times she had done so before. Her finding such safety and reassurance in his arms was once an irony, now it was a given.   

In that moment everything clicked into place. These moments were theirs and theirs alone, a comfort for her when her blood brought nightmares. He could see now why she didn’t desire to tell them to the world. 

“I’m tired too, my dear,” He admitted, “But we will get through this as we always have.” 

Travelin’ Soldier

Summary: Reader is currently deployed in the army to an undisclosed combat area. She has been deployed for nearly two years. Anxiously awaiting her return is her husband and brother as they film for Supernatural. Letter comes informing the family that she may not be heard from for awhile and soon devastating news comes.

Characters: husband!Jensen x Reader, Jared x Reader (Twins), Gen, Shepherd and Thomas.

Words: 1849

Disclaimer: I do not own the title of the song Travelin’ Soldier by the Dixie Chicks at all. I simply thought it could be a little fighting. Not hate towards Danneel either, as this is simply fiction and not real.

Warnings: possible swearing, angst and war.

Author: Caitsy

A/N: This simply came to me. I may write a part two but if you want one let us know. Enjoy!

Originally posted by violet-phantomhive

Originally posted by aflamemandrakes

It was that time again when the homesickness took over her completely, it would nearly shatter her when it with such unforgiving power. The heat was getting to her, her eyes felt like sand would always be inside her sockets. She could literally taste the sand whenever she remotely smiled at her fellow comrades when the pitch of darkness didn’t swallow them whole. Her hands were cracked but the special ointment was used scarcely for when it was truly needed.

She was staring at the blank paper in front of her waiting for the pen in her hand to move. She didn’t know how she could manage to even write the first bit. Y/N felt that if she procrastinated writing the letter then maybe time would stop and she wouldn’t have to imagine the gut wrenching expressions that would come on her families faces.

The Sergeant had graciously allowed each of his soldiers to write a letter to their loved ones informing of the lack of communication soon. They were going to be radio silent to keep their position silent as they came close to their enemies. The war had brought Y/N to the sandy desert on a different continent than her home. Slowly allowing one tear to fall, she began writing.

Hey, buds:

I know must be a special occasion to hear from me more than once this month! I want you to know that I received the pictures of the boys. They’ve grown so much since I last saw them, I can’t wait to hug Shep and Tom. They’ll be the first ones I promise. I don’t have time to write you each individual letters given the reason why I’m writing right now. So I’ll split the paragraphs and keep it short.

Tom and Shep. I hope you’re doing well and behaving! I heard that Tom’s been telling his friends who his hero is. I will admit I cried when you wrote about it bud. You’ll never know so special it feels when you’re nephew announces that his Aunt is his hero. Shep, I know you probably don’t entirely remember given how long I’ve been gone on this tour. When I last saw you in person you were going just beginning to walk! I expect to see you running when you see me next. I’m holding you to it. I love you boys.

Jared, how’s my twin doing lately? I heard about the new season from Jensen and Gen. Damn, you’ve carved out a really nice career. I’m doing okay, still have all my limbs in place if you were wondering. Oh! A new soldier arrived a while back and you wouldn’t believe his name! Samuel Campbell. It blew my mind at how quick my mind went to your character on Supernatural. What are the odds huh? Anyway I hope Gen is okay. I really miss you guys. You wouldn’t believe how much and I’m coming home. I don’t know when but I will come home I promise. See you soon.

Gen! Congratulations on the pregnancy! I’m so excited for you and Jared. The ultrasound was sweet and I loved it. The one thing that got me the most was the picture you sent of the boys kissing you’re belly on each side. The message on the front was beautiful, ‘Aunt Y/N I can’t wait to meet you!’. God I wish I was there so much to help you get everything ready when Jared is filming. To help with the boys. I’m coming home as soon as I can.

Jensen, how. It’s been a rollercoaster the last five years with you. I hope you can forgive me for not being there on Valentine’s Day, your birthday, and my birthday. It killed me when I was informed my time was extended. Nearly two years have passed since I last saw you. I love you so much. You will never know how much and I’m so honoured to have met you, and married you. I’m making a promise to you. The minute I get home, we’re going to begin that family we’ve talked about for years. I miss you.

God the ending of this letter has come. I hate the ending of letters because it means ‘I have work to do’, don’t hate me for the reference haha. Anyway I began the letter talking about a special occasion and it’s probably made you sad and curious. My unit is being moved to an undisclosed area closer to enemy lines. I’ll admit the danger is definitely a lot higher given that after this letter I won’t receive anymore nor will I make anymore until we get back. Don’t worry. The unit’s done this before, which I was just given the go to tell you, and it’s second nature almost. I love you guys and I’ll see you soon.

Much love,

You’re aunt, sister, wife.

Y/N.

                                                  〰️〰️〰️

The day was nice out, the boys were running around in the backyard while Gen, showing now, stood in the kitchen finishing lunch. There was soft music playing in the background as she would glance out the window to see Shep and Tom on the jungle gym they had. Jared and Jensen were finishing filming, it was the last day for this year, and were due back soon. Today was more of a celebratory brunch.

“Tag! You’re it!” Shep screamed racing away from his older brother.

Gen smiled remembering the time when Tom had coerced Y/N into playing tag a couple weeks before she was deployed. She could remember as Y/N and Jared swore up a storm putting the jungle gym together one hot summer day.

“Son of a bitch!” Y/N screamed waving her hand around.

“You alright?” Jared laughed watching the pain on his twin sister’s face dissipate.

“Fine. Jesus thank god we’re done with this.” Y/N stated stepping back from their masterpiece.

“Give a year or two and we’ll be putting one up in your backyard.” Jared teased. He quickly frowned at how tense Y/N went at his words and how the atmosphere grew uncomfortable, “Are you okay?”

“Jensen and I talked about kids.” Y/N muttered staring at nothing in particular, “It blew into a fight a couple days ago. We’ve been avoided each other, he’s been staying with his sister the last couple of days.”

“That’s why he isn’t here.” Jared hummed, “What happened.”

“We fought about me being deployed. He was pretty upset and so am I. We said some nasty things, he brought up wanting a family and I shot it down. I want kids. I do, but I don’t want them to wonder when their mom is coming home. I see how torn Tom is and he’s not that old nor is he my kid!”

“I’m so sorry.” Jared said pulling her into his arms.

“He said he didn’t know if he could see a life without the possibility of kids.” Y/N sobbed brokenly, “Next thing I know he’s screaming that maybe kids would a horrible idea with my job.”

“He didn’t mean it. You’ll work it out.”

“Jared. I got the date I’m leaving.” Y/N whispered with tears welling up again, “I leave on Monday.”

“What?” Jared’s voice broke, “Does he know?”

“No. He won’t answer the phone. I got a text early this morning telling me that his phone would be off and he needed a couple days.” Y/N replied, “I leave in two days and my husband refused to talk to me.”

“Excuse me.” Jared’s voice broke striding into the house leaving Y/N on the ground broken.

Gen vividly remembered Jared’s voice telling his brother-in-law that Y/N was hurt badly. It didn’t take even half an hour before Jensen was in the backyard sobbing when he found out how long he had with his wife. She had never seen someone regret something that much.

She heard the knock on the door so she called out for a moment before waving the boys inside. Once Shep and Tom were in the living room with colouring books she walked to the front door, she had expected Jared is he had forgot his key. Her smile dropped at the two men in uniform.

“Mrs. Padalecki, we’ve been forwarded information to give to you. It was brought to our attention that you’re husband and Mr. Ackles work specifically during these months. We were informed that if something happened to Y/N during these months we were to come straight to you.” One of the men said handing over a letter.

“Mommy? Who’s at the door?” Gen’s youngest son asked. Gen cleared her throat looking back.

“Honey, go colour with Shep okay?” She smiled watching in thanks as Shep shrugged and walked back to the living room, “Come on it.”

The men followed her towards the kitchen watching as the pregnant woman shakily made herself some tea. They both shook their heads at her offer of refreshments.

“Gen?” Jared’s confused voice called. Jensen and him had walked up to the house seeing the nondescript car parked outside, “Is something wrong?”

Jared and Jensen stopped in the doorway seeing a barely holding it together pregnant woman and two uniformed men standing awkwardly at the counter. Jared and Jensen’s faces dropped at the letter clutched between Gen’s fingers.

“Mr Ackles. Mr Padalecki.” The taller of the two men said solemnly, “Now that you’ve joined we would like to offer our condolences at this time.”

Shep and Tom peeked around the corner watching the adults interact with each other, their mom and dad collapsed into each other while their Uncle Jensen fell to the ground. The boys were confused but watched as the two men walked to the front door smiling at the young boys.

“She co-could still be alive right?” Jensen’s voice cracked.

It had been a long time since Y/N’s last letter and they had been itching to hear from her again, it was shock to learn that Y/N was now considered MIA. Her unit had come back severely injured with one Y/N Ackles missing. In the weeks following the discovery the army had been tirelessly looking for to no avail.

The family of Y/N couldn’t believe the news nor did they believe that she was gone. She was out there, Jensen knew it.


A/N am I a terrible human? Do you want another part?

Part Two

you’re the one [connor m. x reader]

i… couldn’t resist. based off of this post because i only thought of connor.

warnings: uh swearing but thats about it


        You honestly considered yourself lucky just based off of the words along your hip: “You. You’re the one.” They were simple, but they were perfect, because that was the first thing you would hear your soulmate say - and honestly, isn’t that something that just sounds romantic by itself? You weren’t sure how or when you’d meet your soulmate, but you definitely knew it’d be someone that you’d adore just based off of their first words to you, even if you didn’t know how this would have been stumbled upon. But fate had it’s ways, so you decided to sit back and let each day come.

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Title: Butterflies
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word Count: 1,040
Characters: Tom Riddle x Reader
Reader Gender: Not specified
Warnings: Brief mention of murder
Notes: Request from anon for “may i request a tom riddle fic with prompt number 1 (‘You’re hiding something from me.’) & 16 (‘It’s not as if I wanted to fall in love with you!’) please?”

Originally posted by my-harry-potter-generation

The storm outside raged on as you sat in front of the fireplace with a book in your lap. You were failing miserably to focus on the words on the pages, your mind always drifting back to thoughts of the man you had let into your home only a few months ago.

He was no stranger to you; in fact, he was your only friend. He had been since you first met him, during your first year at Hogwarts. He had always been charming and handsome, although he disliked everyone – except you. There were several times that he told you that you were the only person he’s ever met whom he could get along with for longer than thirty minutes. At some point, you fell in love with this brooding boy, although the exact time was impossible to pinpoint. Falling in love with him was easier than breathing – it just happened.

But Tom was no longer the young man you once knew. He was changing, and it scared you out of your wits. He was more distant, more sinister, more cruel – darker. You knew what he was capable of, recalling him opening the Chamber of Secrets in fifth year. And you knew he craved power, and you had no quarrel with that – but you were beginning to question what sorts of methods he was using to obtain that power.

The unmistakable sound of someone Apparating into the room jerked you away from your thoughts. You didn’t bother to look, you knew it was Tom returning from his job at Borgin and Burkes. There wasn’t another soul who would dare set foot in the old mansion you had inherited when your parents died – which was why Tom was so eager to live there with you. That was the reasoning he provided you with, at least – there were times you thought that it was perhaps because you were the only person in the world whom he could consider a true companion.

Upon hearing his footsteps coming your way, you feigned interest in your book in an attempt to avoid his eyes. Tom took a seat in the chair across from you, and – as usual – you couldn’t help but steal a quick glance. He lounged in the chair as if it were a throne, lazily crossing his long legs, and his arms resting idly on the armrests. The smirk he wore was almost sinful, and you swore right then, looking at this pale, beautiful man in the firelight, he was something akin to the devil– but that didn’t hinder your desire for him one bit.

“What are you reading?” Tom inquired, at the same moment your gaze flickered back to your book.

“A book.”

“How fascinating, I never would have guessed,” Tom replied, and you could practically hear him rolling his eyes. “Which book?”

“The one you brought home for me last week.”

Tom nodded, but said nothing more. You could feel his eyes on you, but you kept yours focused on the book, although you weren’t really reading it. The silence lasted for what seemed like years, before Tom broke it once more.

“There’s something wrong with you. You’ve been different lately.”

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not,” Tom retorted, then leaned forward in the chair, his forearms resting on his thighs. “You’re hiding something from me. What is it?”

“It’s nothing, Tom; just drop it.”

“I’m not going to ‘drop it.’ You’re the only person I give a damn about in this world, and I refuse to just ignore the fact that there’s something wrong with you,” he stated, crossing his arms stubbornly. You slammed your book closed and stood.

“Well, if you’re not going to drop it, then I’m not going to sit here and be interrogated,” you declared, then turned on your heels and began walking towards the stairs. Tom was up in the blink of an eye, grabbing your wrist and stopping you.

“Y/N, tell me what’s going on,” he said, his voice far softer than before. It was no longer a command; he was requesting for you to tell him. You sighed, but didn’t turn around. You couldn’t look him in the eyes when you uttered your response.

“I’m in love with you – I have been for years – and I’m worried about you.”

Tom’s grip on your wrist loosened, before his hand fell to his side. You had no doubt that you would receive a less-than-satisfactory reply, yet his next words cut you deeper than any blade.

“You shouldn’t… you shouldn’t have done that. You shouldn’t be in love with me, you shouldn’t worry about me…. You’ve made a mistake, Y/N.”

“It’s not as if I wanted to fall in love with you!” you yelled, rounding on him. “And as for the worrying – well, it’s bloody hard not to, when you’re out all the time, always refusing to tell me where you’re going or what you’re doing. And don’t think I didn’t hear about your uncle supposedly murdering his family on the very same day you went to meet them! I don’t want to love you, but I do – and I have for quite a while. I worry about you because I love you. If you don’t like it, then alright – you can either go, or you can just ignore it. But it’s not going to change any time soon.”

You fully expected Tom to Disapparate immediately. Instead, he paused for a split second, as if making a decision, then grabbed your face in his hands and kissed you passionately. It wasn’t the tender, loving first kiss you had always dreamed of sharing with Tom, but it was a kiss nonetheless. Your arms wrapped around his waist, and your book fell to the floor with a loud thump. By the time he broke the kiss and rested his forehead against yours, you were both breathless.

Nothing in the world could have prepared you for the swelling of your heart and the swarm of butterflies that flocked to your stomach, quite like what Tom said then.

“If I can’t convince you to stop loving me, then there’s no point in me hiding my feelings for you any longer.”

Books Can Be Heavy At Times(Dan Howell)

Requested: Yes!
Summary: (Heyy.. can you make an imagine that y/n moves to the apartment next to dan and phil and she doesn’t now that they are youtubers and she starts to have a crush on Dan. I know it’s very specific but I just like the idea Thx) Of course I would do this imagine it sounds very fun and cute. I like the idea as well so hope you enjoy anon!


Paying the moving people I thanked them one last time then grabbed the box next to me and headed upstairs. I cursed myself for leaving one of the heaviest boxes for last there wasn’t even that much in it just books but lot of books in one can be pretty heavy.

Walking up the last flight of stairs I could feel my arms hurting. To my luck I saw one of the people who lived on the opposite apartment from me coming out. Stopping on the last stair I said

“Hey could you help me with this box please?” I asked slightly out of breath

“Umm sure” Said the guy taking hold of the box making me sigh in relief

“Thank you so much.” I said sitting down on the stairs closing my eyes for a minute and taking deep breaths “Who knew books could be so heavy huh?” I asked letting out a slight chuckle

Finally opening my eyes I couldn’t help the smile that came from seeing the guy in front of me. He was tall, slightly pale skin, he also had beautiful hazel eyes and curly short hair. Still looking at him I got up unable to stop looking at his face, he was just that attractive to not stop.

“Well books can be heavy at times…” He said smiling at me which made my stomach feel like it had butterflies

“Uh you- you must be one of the front door neighbours. I’m (y/n), I’m your new neighbour.” I said stretching out my hand but pulling away after remembering he was still holding my box

“I’m Dan, I believe I should say welcome to the building or something like that.” He said to which we both chuckled “I do want to apologize in advance if we’re noisy at times, we get way competitive at times when we play games” He mentioned with a half-smile

“I do recall the landlord telling something about that, but don’t worry I actually find it nice that couples get competitive once in a while” I said with a fake smile thinking of who his girlfriend must be

“Oh no no!” He said with wide eyes “I live with my best friend. Besides I… don’t have a girlfriend…” He said the last part quickly and shyly

“Well that’s good. That you live with your best friend that is…” I said hoping he didn’t understand I meant it because of the girlfriend thing

“Yeah I guess it is” He said getting a bit red as he looked down at the box “What about you? Are you moving in with anyone?” He asked to what I could tell was nervous

“Oh no… Sadly I’m moving in alone. No best friend, no boyfriend” I said mentally palming of my poor attempt of flirting, looking down at the box in his hands I opened my apartment door before turning back to him “I’m sorry I totally forgot about why you were still here. I can take the box from here.” I said coming close and taking the box from his hands “Thank you so much again. I guess I’ll see you around?” I said but came out as more of a question than statement

“You welcome and of course. I’ll see you around too” He said to which he made a face clearly not meaning to say the too part making me giggle

“Thank you again Dan” I said to which he nodded and started walking down the stairs as I closed my door

*****

Two months later

I was currently on my office doing some paper work and checking emails but got distracted every once in a while because of the conversation I was having with Dan. After briefly meeting when I moved in we kept bumping into each other until I ended up asking if he wanted to hang out. Ever since then we’d been good friends, I got to meet Phil after a short time after and he was really nice as well. We all got alone really well and hung out as much as we could but it was always at my place for some reason. I was okay with it at the start but after a while it made me feel strange in a way like they were my friends but to a curtain point. It also made me feel a bit hurt since I had developed feeling for Dan, they weren’t huge feelings but the constant crush I had on him drove me crazy to the point were sometimes I couldn’t get to close to him because of it. An hour later I finished up everything I was doing, looked for my bag and making sure I had everything I needed walked out of the house and headed to 7 dials. Since I moved I really hadn’t been out much pretty much to work then back home so I needed to get out of the house for a bit.

Once there I headed to one of my favourite book stores searching for something new to buy. Looking around I headed to the young adult section, looking at every book when I spotted one that made my eyes go wide. On the cover was Dan and Phil with the title ‘The Amazing Book Is On Fire’, next to it was another one with the name 'Dan and Phil Go Outside’. Taking hold of the first one I took a look through it before closing it again and heading to the cashier to buy it. Getting out of the store I headed to a small café I’d been with the boys before, ordered a hot chocolate and sitting down near a window I took the book out and started reading what was inside. I couldn’t believe I had a book written by the boys I’ve spent so much time with lately, I was learning so much about them meanly what they did for a living, it explained why they were so noisy at times.

After finishing my drink and reading almost half of the book I put it back in the bag I had it in and started walking to the subway ready to head home and talk to them.
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Taking a deep breath I knocked on the boys door and waited for someone to open, shortly after the door was pulled back and Dan came in view.

“Hey” He said coming to hug me “ I thought you’d be working till later tonight” He mentioned with a frown

“I was but I finished early.” I said taking another deep breath before continuing “I went to town after, I went to the café we’d been to before. I also went to the book store and I saw something very peculiar…” I said holding up the bag in my hands

Dan looked like he’d seen a ghost as he went paler than he already was and his eyes went wide with shock and nervousness. Looking down at the bag he took hold of it and slowly pulled out the book inside. Revealing one of their books.

“You.. found out.” He said looking back at me

“Well by the looks of it you guys are big. I was going to find out eventually..” I said with a raising an eyebrow

Walking closer to him I took the book from his hands and out it back in the bag. With a half-smile I took hold of his arm and lightly squeezed it making look at me.

“Could we go inside and talk about this, please?” I asked to which he nodded

Moving aside he let me get in and closed the door before we both walked up the stairs. Walking to the living room and once there I could see things about them like something about the brits and a few awards. Once sat down on the sofa we had a little moment of silence before o broke it.

“Why didn’t you guys tell me?” I asked scooting closer and grabbing his hands

“I just…” He started sighing before continuing “When we first met I thought maybe you knew and as we got to know each other more I realized you didn’t know and I would’ve told you but.. I started to like you and have have feelings for you… I just wanted you to like me for me and not the 'Dan Howell’ me..” He finished off

“Dan…” I said grabbing his chin and tilting his head up so he would look me in the eyes “I like you because of you. And I would have liked you because of you not because of what you do. But because of who you are as a person. You’re an amazing guy Dan and any girl would be lucky to have you. I love your personality, how incredibly sweet you can be and how good of a friend you can become. That’s why I like you not because you’re some internet sensation” I said to which we both laughed

“I’m sorry we didn’t told you before. Phil was going to tell you about it but I told him not to, at least not yet… I’m sorry” He said moving his hand up until it was on my cheek

We both smiled before starting to lean in until our lips touched and moved little by little in a gentle kiss. Pulling away we looked at each other with the biggest smiles Is ever seen or felt.

“You know I did see one video of yours on the way here…” I said with a smirk

“Oh no… What video did you see?” He asked closing his eyes and frowning

Getting straight I moved my arms and said [Hi, I’m Dan] then started laughing my bum off. He squeezed his eyes shut even more and got up leaving the room.

“Oh come on Dan it’s an adorable video” I said laughing as I got up and went after him

Take off your shirt,“ I said, sitting up and pulling at the hem of the garment.

"Why?” he asked, but sat up and obliged. I knelt in front of him, admiring his naked body.

“Because I want to look at you,” I said. He was beautifully made, with long, graceful bones and flat muscles that flowed smoothly from the curves of chest and shoulder to the slight concavities of belly and thigh. He raised his eyebrows.

“Well then, fair’s fair. Take off yours, then.” He reached out and helped me squirm out of the wrinkled chemise, pushing it down over my hips. Once it was off, he held me by the waist, studying me with intense interest. I grew almost embarrassed as he looked me over.

“Haven’t you ever seen a naked woman before?” I asked.

“Aye, but not one so close.” His face broke into a broad grin. “And not one that’s mine.

~ Jamie and Claire Fraser, Outlander ~

“I swear to god, he texts me one more time, and I’m going to curse him through his phone.” 

Evie looked at her friend in sympathy; god knows she’s been in that situation before. As Mal inwardly screams when her phone pings! once again, Evie shuts her book with a loud clap. 

“Tell me again why you broke up with him?” Evie says, “Because I think you’re crazy. Giving up a prince, imagine.” 

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Secrets - Peter Parker Imagine

A/N: First Peter Parker fic (and first fic on this account). I tried to keep it gender neutral. I hope you enjoy this, it took me three days and it’s my first fic on this account and my first Peter fic. I’m sorry for any errors there might be. Please let me know what you think.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warning: Curse words. I’m sorry, I curse a lot irl and it kinda translates into my writing. 

Words: 2177

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Klaine Advent 2017

Day 12 - Limited

Summary: Blaine is new at McKinley. Kurt finds him interesting. Nerd!Blaine/Skank!Kurt

Word Count: 938

I will be putting this up on AO3 after the advent is over and I can fix up some spelling and syntax errors

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“Oh my god what are you doing here? How do you even know where I live?” If someone could shout and whisper at the same time Kurt was doing it.

“I thought -” Blaine paused and Kurt shut the bedroom door.

What he actually thought wasn’t even that complicated. He wanted to see Kurt.  Even though Kurt had risked further expulsion by hanging around school to see Blaine at lunch, the idea that Blaine might go another two full days plus some extra without seeing him again made his stomach hurt. Blaine didn’t think it was just because Kurt was gay too, although that certainly was part of it. He couldn’t help it, he was drawn to Kurt and wanted to be around him.

But he couldn’t say that.

“When I was packing up my homework I remembered that we had a few classes together, so I snuck into the attendance office and used the copier and made copies of the handouts for you.”

Blaine knew he was blushing. Kurt seemed upset that he was there and he was beginning to think that he had made a mistake. That maybe Kurt didn’t like him like Blaine thought he did. Might. Blaine tugged awkwardly at the strap of his book bag.

Kurt stopped pacing and sat on the edge of his bed, tapping his fingers on the textbook Blaine had brought over.

“I don’t think this is mine.”

Blaine bit his lip. “Um, It’s not. I slipped into Mr. K’s room and took one of the spares. I didn’t know if you had your own.”

Kurt didn’t say anything, just looked at Blaine like he couldn’t figure him out. Then he smiled.

“Do you mean to tell me that not only did you make unauthorized copies on the office copy machine, but you also broke into a classroom and lifted a school book?”

Blaine opened and closed his mouth like a fish. “That’s not exactly what - I’m a student helper, I have limited access to the office resources and -”

Kurt giggled. Curved cheeks and dimples and Blaine nearly sputtered.

“You’ll be a regular law breaking hoodlum before too long Blaine. I must be rubbing off on you already.”

Blaine choked, blushing so hard that his ears were numb. They had to be practically purple and for once he cursed his choice of slicked back hair because there was nothing to hide them under. You could rub off on me any time you wanted.

“I doubt that,” he managed to mumble. Kurt must have realized that he was still grinning at Blaine, and he looked at his feet. “And It’s okay if you want me to go. I did kind of surprise you.”

Kurt half-shrugged. “Nah that’s okay. It’s probably good for my dad to think I’m still capable of making friends. He won’t think I’m such a lost cause.”

Blaine frowned. “You’re not a lost cause, why would he think that?”

Kurt waved his hand at himself in a flourish. “And the fighting and the cutting class and the getting suspended. Although that hasn’t happened in over a year.”

Blaine remembered that he wanted to ask Kurt about the disciplinary files, but maybe now wasn’t the best time.

“How’d you know where I live anyway?” Kurt asked.

“Oh. Um.” Blaine laughed softly. “I peeked in your file?”

“Blaine! I’m almost proud of you.”

“Yeah well, maybe if you’d give me your phone number I could check in advance to see if you wanted your homework, rather than do all this work and be so unappreciated.” Blaine’s voice cracked and he was shaking. Blaine was being forward and worried Kurt might not want to share that much of himself.

But Kurt just laughed. “Yeah okay” and reached his hand out for Blaine’s phone.

When they finally sat down for dinner - which Blaine was surprised to find was a healthy meal of grilled chicken, steamed vegetables and brown rice - Kurt was nervous.

“This looks great Mr. Hummel. Thanks for inviting me.” Blaine said.

“I’m always happy to have Kurt’s friends around for dinner,” Burt said. “After Kurt’s mom passed we both had to figure our way around the kitchen.” Blaine looked quickly at Kurt, but Kurt was staring at the chicken on his plate, purposefully cutting it into pieces. He didn’t know Kurt’s mom had died. “Kurt picked it up pretty quickly, but I’m finally figuring out how to make stuff he likes.”  

“Well this is very good,” Blaine complimented.

“Thank you, Blaine.”  They made small talk about the food and football - which Blaine knew just enough about to talk to Kurt’s dad, and Kurt listened and relaxed a little. “So have you been at McKinley since freshman year?” Burt asked. “I don’t remember Kurt mentioning you before.”

“No sir. My parents moved here in September. I missed the first two weeks so I’ve been playing a little catch up. But it hasn’t been too bad.”

“So you’re new then?” Burt looked at Kurt, who pointedly avoided his father’s eyes. “What are you doing for fun?”

“Well, I’m in the Glee Club. They have some talented singers, but they aren’t very disciplined,” Blaine said. Kurt snorted a laugh.

“Glee Club, eh?” Burt said, and Blaine saw the expression on Kurt’s face drop as he mouthed ‘no’ to his dad. “Kurt used to be in Glee Club, when he started high school.”

“Oh I meant to ask you!” Blaine said. He had almost forgotten. “Tina said you had been in Glee Club -” Blaine halted at the murderous look on Kurt’s face. “I was just going to say I didn’t realize you could sing.”

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I HAVE MY MOCK EXAMS SOON AND I JUST WANT HARRY TO CALM MY DOWN, IN ANY WAY HE LIKED JUST RELIEVE MU STRESSS

YOOOO you know he would ;)

He’d bring you tea, help you revise with flash cards (even help you cut them out himself with nimble fingers gripping the scissors and drawing in different coloured felt tip pens because the printer broke), and read from the text book to you.

But he’d also pry the books from your hands when he was kneeling by your place on the couch, press little kisses to your knee and one firm one to your thigh, before his big hands would grip your legs and move them apart so he could fit in between.

“Think yeh can be a good girl for me and let me help you relax?”

And once you were letting out breathy moans and all you could see was the tufts of his hair that were just beginning to curl, he wouldn’t give you a second to think about anything school related.

Coffees and Chill  [ Kim Namjoon ] 1/?

BTS KIM NAMJOON | 1.2K-ish Words

Summary: College AU! BTS    |  Genre: Fluff with lil cursing?
How far will you go to get that book you need for a final paper?

A.N : A new Namjoon Short Series! Let me know what you think! Not really proof-read to there may be some mistakes  


CHAPTER 1

[Y/N]’s eyes scanned the crowd for a good minute and her face broke into a smile once she noticed a familiar guy with his familiar sour expression standing by the doorway of her classroom, eyes glaring at everyone who dared to look at him and his prominent dark circles. He seemed to feel her stare on her because he suddenly turned his attention at her, eyes softening by a fraction before he scowled at her, mouthing ‘hurry up’ as he tapped on the watch she bought him for his birthday.

“You look happy today, Yoongi.” She teased, handing Yoongi half of her books as they walked out of the room.

“I stayed up all night working on that stupid classical music-” He paused mid sentence to carry the rest of her books when he noticed her struggle. “-classical music paper… that i forgot i have until last night.”

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Eventually he caught up with me. I abandoned him. Broke his heart. Wished him a happy married life. And then, years after, rummaging through old year books and clothes, i encountered a ring box. Not just any ring box, but a pink velvet box that i had once treasured. The days i ran my finger down it’s surface, feeling the texture of my dreams, the days i dug it out of my vanity draws when i needed reconcilation after the arguments, the days…i was in love, all flashed before my eyes. But since i gave away the ring, i frowned as i hesitantly pushed it aside, wondering why on Earth i kept the empty box. But it beckoned, called for me, and so i couldn’t help but hold it in the palm of my hand. Involuntarily out of habit i push the lid open, and there sat the crooked metal that had diamonds arranged into a flower. My heart stopped and somehow i felt like i was trapped inside of myself. In that moment i understood what it felt like to have an out of body experience. Watching myself numbly slide the ring down my finger, my breath catching in my thraot as it fit perfectly in place. “When you propose, get this ring remade.”
—  Indelible Ink [Some Things Are Meant To Remain Incomplete]
Started Out Nice

The day started out nice. No arguments, no fighting, no issues. It was peaceful. That’s the thing though, was.

Now there was broken furniture, littered food, mess all across the mindscape. Patton sits close to the wall, hugging himself trying not to make a sound.

If the others hear…they’ll shoot him. He’s been hiding from Logan since this morning, Roman and Virgil soon after. All three have one thing in common, revenge.

Patton didn’t mean to. He honestly didn’t! It was a mistake, and those happen sometimes. He’s now hiding in fear, all because he spilled some milk.

…..

Earlier this morning, Patton woke up from a night of doing nothing but watch dog videos. And let me tell you, it was splended.

He shimmied out of his bed and eagerly got dressed, excited for the new day. Once outside his bedroom, he quickly walked to Logan’s room. He quietly opened the door to see him still asleep.

Patton was about to walk inside and wake the teach up when he had a thought. Last time Logan woke up before his alarm went off hell broke loose. Let’s just say there were a lot of facts thrown at him, quite literally, in book form.

He stared at the sleeping figure, then quietly closed the door and creeped to the kitchen. He opened the fridge and got out eggs and bacon.

He turned on the stove, took out a pan, and began the eggs. Humming to himself, he begins to bring out plates and cups for the other three. Once the eggs were done, he cooked the bacon.

Patton took a single whiff and fell in love. The aroma was so…pleasent. When the bacon was done, he put them on the plates and set up the table.

He heard footsteps, specifically two different sets of footsteps. One sagging slightly, and the other walking at a rapid pace. Obviously Roman and Virgil.

Patton went to the fridge once more and brought out the Orange juice and milk. He went to the table and saw Roman and Virgil already sitting there. Another pair of footsteps was approaching the kitchen at a normal pace.

Moments after, Logan appears with bedhair and a loose tie. Patton chuckles at the messy trait and pours everyone their drink. Or so he thought.

As it turns out he was staring at Logan too long and began pouring the milk all over Virgil’s lap.

“WHAT THE-” Virgil jumped up, knocking down the milk and Orange juice. The Orange juice landed on Roman, who did not take that sitting down.

Roman leaped upwards and let out a screech, knocking the rest of the food off the table. This caused Logan to jump and hit his head on the fridge, Virgil to scream and slip on an egg, and a giggling Patton.

All three quickly look at Patton as he tried to cover his giggling fit. Logan, Virgil, and Roman have anger in their eyes causing Patton to giggle even louder. Virgil suddenly grabs the half empty milk and chucks it at Patron, but he missed. It hit Logan square in the face.

Patton couldn’t contain it anymore. The giggling now became hysterical laughing. He falls to the ground clutching his stomach with tears falling down his face. An egg to the face causes him to stop.

He looks at a smirking Roman and an angry Logan with an equally angry Virgil. Patton gulps and books it. He runs in the living room, throwing things behind him trying to throw off the three pissed traits.

He runs upstairs and continues his rampage, but not without achievements. Logan slipped on random pieces of paper, Roman ran into several bookcases and tables, and Virgil got a face full of glitter (for some reason). Now the anger turned into rage.

Patton lost them in the mindscape somewhere which leads us to the present.

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He looks around seeing the broken furniture everywhere. This is going to be a fun mess to clean up. Suddenly, he hears voices. Angry voices.

His eyes widen as he hides behind a torn couch. He peaks out seeing all of them holding nerf guns. Virgil holding a pistol with a sparking face, Logan with a Vulcan and no glasses, and Roman with a longshot and no sash. He looks around and sees a chipped piece of table as a shield. He quietly grabs it and holds it close, ready to run.

The voices come closer.

“Come on out Patton.”

“You can’t hide dad.”

“Well there are a good ways to hide in the mindscape. You can easily create something or-”

“Just shut up Logan.”

He lets out a quiet breath and gets ready. He began to count down. 3…the voices got even closer.

2…he saw Roman peeking around the couch.

1…

He runs full speed ahead past the confused traits.

“THERE HE IS GET HIM!”

“20-3-19! WE GOT A 20-3-19!”

“NOW IS NOT THE TIME ROMAN.”

He blocks the bullets and continues running. He laughs as they continue chasing him, once in a while falling.

Though the morning started out nice, the ending is much better.

{My friend @sunshinelollip0ps wanted a happy story after reading one of my…sadder ones, so here it is!}

“I’m like you- he said-I remember everything”. I stopped for a second. If you remember everything, I wanted to say, and if you really are like me, then before you leave tomorrow, or when you’re just ready to shut the door of tge taxi and have already said goodbye to everyone else and there’s not a thing left to say in this life, then, just this once, turn to me, even in jest, or as an afterthought, which would have meant everything to me when we were together, and, as you did back then, look me in the face, hold my gaze and call me by your name.

Originally posted by oldfashionedvillain