this book caught my attention so i had to buy it

Owe Me

Originally posted by hologramarcadeblaze

Prompt: “You hit me in the face, I think you owe me at least a study date.”

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warnings: some sexual content (but obviously nothing far, i don’t write smut)

A/N: I know I don’t write for Stranger Things but LISTEN okay? I needed to write for this trash boy because despite being an actual douche I love him (character development tho) and it’s my blog, so imma write for him. And maybe if this gets enough love i’ll add Stranger Things to my fandom list once requests are back open! :)

“There’s no way you’re gonna be able to hit it.”

“Really?” You smirked, watching as your long time friend shook her head. Staring at the far distance in front of you, you narrowed your eyes in thought. You’re no athlete but you’re pretty sure, given enough force, you could hit your target. Which just so happened to be the trash can a whiles away from you. “Because I think i’m gonna.”

“I highly doubt you’re gonna hit it, Y/N.” Your friend, Jenna, stressed. “Remember that one time in gym you completely missed passing the ball to me, and- I was right in front of you!” 

“That was one time!” You pouted, gripping the football in your hands with a tight grip. You’re sure you could hit it. You were determined to hit it. “Let’s make a bet, huh? If I hit it, you owe me dinner tonight and if I don’t, i’ll pay.”

Jenna paused, biting her lip in thought; you knew she’d take the bet. She loved food (just as you did) and there was no way she was gonna pass up an opportunity for free food, especially since she was so convinced you’d miss it. “Deal.” She nodded and a cocky grin spread over your lips. Looking away from your friend, you pushed your left leg back slightly, bending down and raising your hand with prestige focus. 

Jenna let out a loud chuckle from behind you, you were taking this way too seriously.

Your tongue jutted out slightly in thought, staring at your intended target as you mentally counted down from three. Once you hit one, you reeled your arm and shot it forward, the football slipping from your fingers and flying before you. It was like time slowed down, that’s how serious this bet was to you. But with a disappointed gaze you watched the ball curve in the other direction you wanted it to go.


Just as you were ready to accept your defeat, something else caught your attention. There, right where your ball was headed, was Steve Harrington. “Oh fuck.” And just as you finished cursing, you watched the football smack against the boys head, the offended object tilting to the left from impact as his friend, Tommy, jumped away in shock. 

“Oh my god.”

“Fuck.” You repeated, running back towards Jenna. “Fuck, i’m so screwed.”

Jenna grasped your hand in surprise; “did you just hit Steve Harrington in the head with a football?”

Steve stood up from his seat on the bleachers, grasping his head in pain and your sure you heard him yelling out a slue of curses. His eyes darted around, finding the football and picking up the now dangerous weapon. You watched Steve’s eyes fall on you, and you suddenly felt stuck as you met his eyes across the field.

“You just hit Steve Harrington with a football.” Jenna clarified, watching the entire thing go down.

Steve suddenly smirked and you panicked, taking a step back. “Go!” You called, pulling Jenna along with you as you turned the other way and ran off in a hurry. Though, while you were more than concerned, Jenna found this highly amusing.

“She says sorry!” Jenna called, waving at Steve.

“Shut the hell up, Jenna!”

“Sorry,” she laughed, finally catching up with your speed. “But hey, at least you’re buying dinner.”

With a sigh, you clicked open your locker. It had been an increasingly long and exhausting day; especially since you spent the entire day trying to avoid Steve. It was only the next day, and you knew Steve, he’s not one to forget something like hitting him in the head with a goddamn football. 

It wasn’t like you were scared of him, on the contrary you’re almost positive you could whoop his ass if needed. It was more that you didn’t know what he was going to do, would he be mad? Would he and his friends try to pull something? You weren’t sure, Steve Harrington was a complete mystery to you and the only time you’ve ever spoken to him was that one time for a school project, two years ago.

But it was the end of the day, meaning you could go home and not worry about it until tom-


Your locker slammed shut before your eyes, you jumping back from surprise. Looking over to see who had just rudely shut your locker, you found just the person you’ve been trying to avoid all day. “Steve.”

“It’s nice to see you.” He smirked, setting himself against the locker next to yours and crossing his arms across his chest. Holding your hand against your chest, you tried to calm yourself down from the scare he’d given you, clutching with your other hand the strap of your bag. “You seem to be in a hurry.”

You decided to just get it over with, he was here and there’s no way you can avoid what’d happened anymore. “Look,” you sighed. “Steve i’m sorry I hit you, Jenna and I were just having some fun. I didn’t mean to make you mad or-”

“You think i’m mad?” Steve asked, his smirk faltering slightly.

You furrowed your brows, tilting your head in confusion. “Yeah? I mean why else would you…?”

“I don’t care about that.” Steve waved off, standing up straight and shoving his hands into his pockets. “I came here to ask you if you’d like to go on a date sometime.”

You fumbled for a response, his words the opposite of what you’d ever expect. You were not Steve’s type, or at least you hadn’t thought you were. You weren’t pretty like Nancy or sassy like Carol; you didn’t have spunk like half of the girls Steve hung out with or dress up. Instead you’d rather wear skinny jeans and a t-shirt, stick to your books and be on with your day.

So after sputtering like an idiot, you came out with a; “what?”

“A date. You and me.” Steve gestured to himself then you, and left his hand there.

“A date?” You repeated in a questioning tone. “With me?”

“That is what I said.”

“Are you serious? Why would you want to go on a date with me?” You paused, looking up to glare at him. “Why would I want to go on a date with you?” Steve didn’t seem to have a response to that and just as your confusion faded away, you sighed, shaking your head. “I’ve heard of your reputation Steve, i’m not willing to be fling or even- do any of that. I’m sorry, but no.”

You moved to walk away, desperate to find Jenna and tell her all about this crazy experience but instead a hand caught yours. Then you were being tugged the other way, towards Steve and your back was pressed against the locker. You froze, staring up at the boy that suddenly seemed a whole lot taller then he did a second ago. You were so glad it was the end of the day, as everyone was mainly go and not able to watch what was happening.

“A study date then.” Steve smirked, staring down at you with a piercing gaze. You felt your breath get caught in your throat, the close proximity pulling you away from rational thinking. “You hit me in the face, I think you owe me at least a study date.”

Pause. “O-Okay.”

“Great.” Steve smiled, pushing off the locker and finally creating some distance between the two of you. As he stood before you, you felt like you were finally able to breathe. Then he stepped forward, slipping a piece of paper into your palm. “Meet me there tomorrow after school.”

The second he was gone, you let out a heavy breath. Why the hell had you said yes?

The next day you found yourself walking the path to Steve’s house. He lived farther away then you’d known and seemed to be a singular house hidden away from many others, making you regret your decision even further.

You hadn’t originally planned to go but Jenna had convinced you, somehow. “When do girls like us ever get asked out by Steve Harrington?!”

“What does it even matter?” You had muttered, “we don’t need guys like Steve.”

“True,” Jenna had complied before a huge grin spread over her lips. “But do it for me?”


And that’s how you found yourself now. Taking a deep breath, you stared up at the gate before you, your heart pounding rapidly against your chest. You didn’t even know what you were thinking, you should just turn back. Yeah? That would be best. You didn’t know who you were trying to impress or even why you were so nervous, you’d never been like this before; so nervous over a stupid boy. But… this was Steve and you, that just didn’t even make sense

Just as you moved to walk away the gate creaked open; “Y/N!” Steve exclaimed, and reluctantly you turned to face him. “Glad you could make it.”

“You invited me.” You grumbled, walking through the gate as he opened it for you. Your eyes immediately fell on the pool that seemed to glitter before your eyes; “you have a pool?!”

Steve made his way next to you, his hands falling on top of his hips. “Yeah.” He smiled, huffing in enjoyment. You coughed lightly, shaking your head; this was stupid. Stop being so nervous. Turning to Steve, you raised an eyebrow expectantly, “so what did you need help studying for?”

“Oh, nothing.”


“What do you mean what? What else was I suppose to say to you to convince you to go out with me?” Steve huffed, furrowing his brows as if you were the crazy one. You sighed heavily, glancing at the closed gate and towards the house; no lights were on.

“Where are your parents?”


You felt your heart drop, everything was too suspicious. There was no way Steve had just invited you to hang out. He’d lied and his parents weren’t home, not to mention he lived at least a few decent miles away for anyone to care. You’d been played. “I’m going.” You suddenly announced, turning towards to gate in a rush.

“Woah, wait, what?” Steve appeared before you before you even reached the gate, holding his hands by his side in surprise. He genuinely looked shocked and concerned, but you were worried it was only for play. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

“Seriously, Steve?” You spat, shaking your head as your eyes crinkled. “You lied to me, your parents aren’t home and we are fucking miles away from anyone that could hear us. Don’t think i don’t know what you want from me.” You paused, taking the short steps towards him to place your pointer finger on the middle of his chest. “I am not that kind of girl, I’m not a fling or a one night stand, Harrington. Hell, I didn’t even want to go here in the first time!”

Steve reached forward, grasping both your wrists to bring you out of your ramble. “I’m not trying to get in your pants.” You rolled your eyes and he shook his head. “No seriously, Y/N it wasn’t just because you hit me in the head. I’ve- I’ve liked you for a while now, the smack to the face just prompt me.”

You paused, unsure if you believed him or not. You wanted to, you wouldn’t lie and say the idea of being with Steve wasn’t appealing but… you knew of his reputation. “And why should I believe you?”

“Just stay, please. I’ll believe you.” 

And reluctantly, you nodded.

And hour later you found yourself laughing loudly and sat against one of Steve’s beach chairs. You clutched your stomach in pain as your eyes began to tear with enjoyment as Steve reenacted when he’d been smacked by the ball.

“How’d you even do that?” Steve asked, his own chuckle dying down. “You got a pretty nasty throw for someone so small.”

You raised an eyebrow, smirking; “oh really?” You teased, “want me to show you how to throw like a girl?”

Steve laughed, shaking his head. “Go for it.”

Smiling, you accepted his dare and stood up, shaking your arms out for extra effect. Walking away from your chair and closer to the pool, you shook your body, as if you were preparing yourself for a real throw. “Watch and learn, Harrington.” And slowly, you raised your hand and cupped it as if you had a ball in between your palm and fingers. “Basically, you gotta cup the ball with a firm grip and hold a steady stance.”


You bit your lip to keep yourself from bursting out in another fit of giggles, both you and Steve aware that you were completely talking out of your ass. “Then reel back,” you demonstrated the movement. “And swing forward.” You let out a puff of air, standing up straight with a proud smirk. “And you’re done.”

Steve stood up, extinguishing his cigarette (he’d offered you one but you kindly refused) and made his way over to you. “Nuh-uh.” He smiled, shaking his head as he reached you.

You crossed your arms, “oh really? Cause i’m pretty sure i’m right.”

“Your stance is all wrong.” Steve critiqued and suddenly he was behind you, grasping your elbow slightly and pushing it up. Your breath got caught in your throat, your entire being aware of how close Steve was behind you. Yet, no part of you stopped him and instead let him move your limbs as he please. “Then kick this foot back slightly and bend your knees ever so slightly.” You followed his directions, holding your head high as his hand slid up your raised hand to grasp your hand. Slowly he intertwined your fingers and you could feel his warm breath on the back of your neck.

“Then you throw.” He mumbled lowly.

You bit you lip, “Steve?”

“No. No talking.” He shushed; “we’re at the end of the demonstration.” Then before you knew it, his hand left yours and both arms wrapped around your waist to haul you up and throw the two of you in the pool. You let out a loud yelp, surfacing under the water and Steve let go of you.

When you were able to breathe again, you let out a loud gasp, brushing your hair from your eyes and turning to a very pleased looking Steve. “You jerk,” you laughed, shooting your hand forward to splash the boy. He chuckled himself, swimming over to you as you began wiping the water from your eyes.

Slowly and smoothly he wrapped his arms around your waist again, lifting up your shirt slightly so his hands made contact with the bare skin of your stomach. Pulling you against him, Steve smiled down at you. “I’m sorry, but it was needed.”

“Oh, was it now?” You smirked, shaking your head. It was then you noticed how close the boys lips were to yours and it seemed to be the only thing you could focus on. Steve of course noticed and wasting no time for you to change your mind, he leaned down to press his wet lips against your own. You didn’t fight the kiss, and instead instantly returned it, your arms wounding around his neck.

When you pulled back, out of breath, you stared up at the boy with a nervous gaze. “You mean this, not just some one night stand?” Steve nodded, staring down at you with sincere eyes. “Promise?”


… this was a lot longer than intended.

Cheap Thrills (reader x Bucky Oneshot)

Characters: reader, Natasha, Sam, Clint, Tony, Bucky, OC Mark. 

Summary: A bet within the Avengers becomes a battle of the sexes, with you at the center of it. Who will be victorious and could it somehow help you snag the man of your dreams? 

Song Inspiration: Cheap Thrills by Sia

Warnings: drinking, sexist behavior? Mild violence mentioned, very subtle mention of sexy times. 

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: This was supposed to be a short one, but eh. I’ve been living in the land of heavy angst with You are My Heaven and intense stress in my real life so when this fun, fluffy idea popped up, I ran with it. I’m working on a lot of other stuff so be patient, please! As always, I appreciate your feedback. Love each and every one of you!! 



Originally posted by luvinchris

“Uh uh. No way.”

“It’s true, trust me.”

“You wanna bet?” Clint challenged the redhead across the table from him.

Natasha leaned forward and held his gaze, not an ounce of doubt in her demeanor. “Absolutely.”

It was too early in the morning for this childish banter, you thought from your seated position at the far end of the long kitchen table. You slumped forward, dipping the tea bag in and out of the steaming mug of liquid before you, then setting it on the small saucer beside it. Wrapping your hands around the cup’s warmth, your eyes unfocused as you continued to tune out the blathering of your teammates. The only other person in the room paying them no mind was Bucky, who was slouched in a cozy chair, thoroughly engrossed in a book.

“Now wait a minute,” a third voice joined the argument, “If we’re gonna do this, we gotta level the playing field a little. Nat could do this in her sleep. We need someone a little more…down to earth. How about Y/N?” Sam gestured toward you.

Blinking a few times, you finally broke out of your stupor. “Hey! I was only half listening to your stupidity, but I think I’m offended.”

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Harry frowned when he looked down at the counter and was faced with his own biography, Harry Potter, The Incredibly Heroic Boy Who Lived (Twice!). When he accepted the job at Flourish and Blotts he never considered that he might have to sell books that were written about himself. Harry’s frown turned into a grimace when he realized that the customer buying this book would probably be starstruck when they realized that the one and only Harry Potter was standing on the other side of the counter.

But when Harry looked up to see the customer, he was the one who was starstruck. Because standing in front of him was Draco Malfoy. Unbearably attractive, adorably flustered Draco Malfoy.

“Potter,” Draco said, shocked.

Harry was too busy staring at the blond, memorizing every perfect detail of his face, to respond. He hadn’t seen Draco since his trial two years ago, and the last he heard Draco was in France studying to be a Healer. France has been good for Draco, Harry thought as he admired Draco’s no longer skinny, but fit body. Draco was also silently appreciating Harry’s appearance, but the blond had been taught that it was impolite to stare, so he broke the silence by clearing his throat. Harry’s eyes immediately flew to Draco’s face.

“Malfoy,” Harry said, his voice hoarse. “How have you been?”

“Spectacular as always,” Draco answered dryly. “And you?”

“I’ve been…” Harry searched for a casual way to say completely lost. “Fine.”

Draco nodded. Both boys seemed at a loss for words and Harry looked back down at the book on the counter. The book about him. That Draco was buying, for some reason.

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Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: slight language

Jungkook was one of the only things on your mind for days. He’d kissed you… and then run off. At the end of the game he’d simply smirked at you, sending a wink your way before slinging an arm around Jimin and laughing as Jimin gloated about their victory.

You sighed, pushing your books into your locker. It was Friday and all you wanted to do was call Taehyung and have him bring snacks over to your house for a movie night.

You pushed your locker closed and jumped back at the figure that had been standing behind the door, blocked from your view.

“What the hell! Jungkook you can’t do shit like that,” you said, placing a hand over your heart as you looked at him.

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Here Comes Trouble

Summary: During a case with the Winchesters, things take a turn for the worse, and some secrets you’ve been hiding come to light.  

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: mentions of past smut, angst, pregnant reader, witches, injured Winchesters, character death, arguing, language, fluff

A/N: This fic is based on the prompt; “Reader hides her pregnancy so Dean won’t make her stop hunting yet, and when he finds out he is really pissed off” from a list @deanwinchesterxreader​ made a while back. 

As always, feedback is welcomed!

Your mind kept running back to the positive pregnancy test you’d stashed in your bottom drawer of your room the night before. It wasn’t that you were upset by the news, but you knew as soon as you came clean to the boys about the news- they’d stop you from hunting. You knew they’d become protective over you, worry about the future, and you also couldn’t bear the idea of Dean’s reaction to the fact you were carrying his baby. 

 You’d spent one heated night together after a rough hunt, you both needed to blow off some steam after going up against a group of vamps and coming out a little battered and bruised after eventually taking them out.

Usually, you and the Winchesters would blow off steam by heading to a bar and possibly finding random hook ups for the night, but on this particular case, Sam had stayed behind after getting injured in a previous hunt. Which meant it left you and Dean alone. You’d helped patch each other up and had a bottle of whiskey at hand, you weren’t in the mood to go out after the day you’d had, surprisingly Dean offered to stay in with you.

One thing lead to another and soon you were in a haze of  naked bodies kissing, touching, moving against each other in heated passion. The memory of him sent heat straight to your core, his perfect plump lips, his gorgeous body, his insanely talented mouth and not to mention his impressive-

“-Earth to Y/N.” Dean’s gruff voice pulled you from your daze. He furrowed his brows at you through the reflection of the rear view mirror as you sat in the back of the impala. “You alright?” He asked, the concern clear over his face. 

You ran a hand through your hair and nodded, “yeah, yeah I’m good.”.

You could tell by Dean’s face that he didn’t believe you, but he didn’t press any more about it as the three of you exited the car and headed for the victim’s house to talk to his wife. 

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Word Count: 10.8k bc I don’t know when to stop

Another mundane day has come to pass, your best friend’s arm slung over your shoulders as you soak up the blinding sunrays on your skin. The sun pressed harsh kisses on your delicate skin, a definite burn accompanied by heavy sweating was just the peak of your day. You could barely remember the words of your professor, zoned out and ready to slump into your couch for two days.

Anthropology was fun when you still had your first year jitters, excited to be in university and getting a degree in something you loved. Now, a few weeks into your second year, you wished the years would just pass by.

Distracted by your internal monologue, you barely caught the bus on time, the driver ready to zoom through traffic and you waved your hand out wildly to catch his attention. You stumbled into a seat, the bus moving no less than a second after you got on.

Mindlessly watching the street signs while numerous people leaving and entering the bus, you get off at the stop near your house. You kick off your shoes, dropping your bag on the shoe rack and you heard a broken sob.

“Mom? Dad?” You went into the kitchen, followed by a set of sniffling before going into the living room. Your father held your mother in a consoling way, her hands clinging onto his red sweater. She grabbed a tissue and blew into it.

“Mom? Why are you crying? What happened?”

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🎄 Stupid Green Plant (Loki Laufeyson x Reader)🎄


Summary: Mysterious gifts keep arriving for (y/n) and the sudden increase of mistletoes in the Avengers compound put her on edge. Who could her secret Santa possibly be?

A/N: So I’m sorry these are late but my Christmas was a bit tiring and I had zero effort to do these. BUT ITS DONE with more to come!

Requested by: @kwj-jojo and 2 x Anons


- Secret Santa

- Tries to catch (y/n) under the mistletoe but she avoids until Christmas

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-I refuse to kiss you under this stupid plant!

Warnings: Floof

Words: 2,800

CUTE ASS SONG TO PLAY FOR THIS: My Heart Goes Bum Bum Bum by Flatsound


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Originally posted by cheers-mrhiddleston

“No, you must be mistaken, this isn’t for me…”
A pyjama clad (y/n) stood in the lobby of the Avengers compound upstate, a FedEx guy standing impatiently in front of her as various workers watched them curiously. It’s not every day you saw an official Avenger having a disagreement with a postal guy in her pyjamas while in the lobby.  

“Ma’am is your name (y/n) (y/l/n)?”

“Well… yes…”

“Then this is yours.” The delivery guy having had enough of her, shoves the gift into her chest and walks away muttering a ‘Merry Christmas’.

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BTS scenario: someone flirts with their s/o

BTS Scenario: someone flirts with their s/o

BTS scenario: #4

Requested: yes and thanks for requesting!!

A/N: this was supposed to be a reaction but I changed it into a scenario, but beware…this sucks. Sorry for taking so long

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It was just the two of you in a coffee shop when there was another guy staring at him the entire time. Jin had decided to order for the two of you, but secretly kept his protective eyes on you when he was ordering. Something the guy hadn’t noticed since he kept on staring at you, sometimes with a smirk that said a lot about the way he would treat women/girls.  He almost even slipped you a paper with his number if you hadn’t thrown it on the floor. Suddenly the guy at the table made his way over to your table, still unaware of Jin’s eyes being on him, but before the guy had spoken Jin appeared back at the table.

The way his brown eyes glared at the guy made it clear he wasn’t welcome at your table, and surely not allowed to speak to you. “She already has a boyfriend, and you…you’re not even a man or a boy, you’re trash” he said then. His teeth tugging at his lower lip as a sign how angry or jealous he was: you were Jin’s girlfriend and no one would steal you away from him. The guy left the place because he probably felt ashamed but Jin and you spent the day together, with some nice coffee and a reminder for you that you had the best boyfriend ever.

Originally posted by ksjknj


Yoongi at first hadn’t noticed another man staring at you, he was too caught up with writing. He couldn’t find silence or inspiration at home so the two of you went to the library: for him to write songs and so that you could just explore the books.

After a while of sitting you decided to get up to get a book and so that Yoongi maybe could write some better:  although neither of you had noticed that the other man was just following you around the place. In every aisle he was right at the other side of you, looking at you while his fingers were fumbling with the books. “What book are you looking for?” he suddenly asked you, which made you look through the books and the bit of space to meet his eyes.

You didn’t think anything of it and kept a small conversation with him, first about books but soon that conversation went to him asking if you had a boyfriend. Questions you answered although your mind soon began to realise how he was flirting, only saying positive things about himself and asking about your love life the entire time.

This conversation began to take longer as your answers became shorter, and you were about to say that you had to go when Yoongi wrapped one arm around you and shot an angry glare towards the guy. “Stay away from her, she’s mine. If you want a girlfriend, go look on a dating site but she is mine. So keep those ugly eyes on the books and your annoying voice for others” he said and pulled you with him to go home. Yoongi was angry, not at you but at the man

Originally posted by cyyphr


Hobi was already getting annoyed by the guy since he seemed to know more about it than him, you two wanted to go and see a lot of toys and action figures or other things in a unique toy store. You knew how much your boyfriend loved these kinds of things and it was a place where you could secretly buy something since Hoseok would be too focused on the toys anyways.

“I know that too, you don’t have to explain it to me” you heard Hoseok say and you could already imagine the face he was pulling. In the meanwhile you were a bit further away: you had found something that you wanted to buy for Hoseok, he would simply love it!

Although it soon grew quiet near your boyfriend and you guessed the man had left him but instead he came to you with a smirk. “a girl who loves these things? You must be an angel” he said and looked at you, his eyes checking every facial feature of yours before his eyes then lowered themselves to the rest of your body.

Clearly your boyfriend heard those things, and your Hope came to save you from the annoying male that clearly wanted to brag and flirt. For once Hoseok seemed really angry and annoyed at the man: his eyes seemed angry and the frown on his face just made it even more clear.

He didn’t speak for a few seconds, just looking and standing there as if he was frozen in his angry state. “She’s my angel, not yours.” That was the only thing that he said but he took your hand and walked away from the man then. He wasn’t in the mood to talk to the man anymore, or he wasn’t in the mood to buy toys here anymore, he just wanted to be alone with you instead

Originally posted by jaayhope


“She’s mine, not yours” Namjoon said to your ex, your ex had found where you  lived but didn’t think Namjoon would be home. He just thought Namjoon would be out since a star like him had better things to do than stay with a girl.

But your ex was surprised when seeing your boyfriend opening the door and that’s when it all started: your ex boyfriend needing you back in his life, which already got Namjoon on the edge of getting angry but it all went further. Your ex had said how Namjoon didn’t deserve someone as great as you. And then Joon got angry and jealous, starting an argument with your ex.

It ended in you having to take action between both of them, but seeing your ex reaching out for you made Namjoon’s blood boil. No one was touching you like that, and surely not the man who left you once! The fight didn’t stop, it just continued but luckily you could stop the two from hurting each other and had to talk to them both apart.

When your ex and you talked, it went to the same things he told Namjoon: how he missed you and needed you in his life because he couldn’t live without you at all.

When you talked to Namjoon he said how annoyed it made him that your ex was here to steal you away from him. Because you were Namjoon’s one and only, you were the girl he loved and would love for the rest of his life.

Your ex agreed to let you go in the end, because he realised how happy you were with Namjoon and no one would ever come between the two of you. You were too in love.

Originally posted by chimcheroo


Jimin was pretty jealous lately, mostly because the both of you went public as a couple which meant that more eyes would be on you. And sometimes it just meant that Jimin thought people were looking at you instead of him, something he didn’t mind unless the eyes belonged to a different male. Someone that was looking better than him.

One day Jimin grew pretty tired of other men staring at you, he was already happy that you never paid any attention to them. And yet when he caught someone staring he stopped walking and stood in front of the male , shaking his head disapprovingly because he found that others weren’t allowed to do so.

“There are other girls to look at, sorry if they aren’t as pretty as my girl is” he told the guy, his face showing anger. He simply was tired to others staring at you, he was afraid that you would fall in love with someone else.  But after his words he balled his fingers into his fist which caused you to take a hold of his hand and gently pull you with him.

But your boyfriend was in a bad mood all day, you had to cheer him up by watching movies and cuddling up in bed together.

No one was allowed to look at you like that, only he could look at you like that and love you.

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He usually wasn’t that jealous, now he was just jealous because the other guy was bragging. The two of you were buying new pencils and art journals for him. It of course was his special day so you had given him the choice to spend it in the way he wanted. Which was with you, do things that would make him and you happy.

“I once painted my ex girlfriend, she was so happy” a man said to Taehyung but his eyes were in your direction with a smile, a smile that was too sweet to even be real. It already made Tae tighten his grip onto your hand when he continued to brag about himself and how much of a good boyfriend he used to be for his ex.

Taehyung didn’t say anything in response but his eyes explained it all, he wanted to go as fast as possible because this guy was getting him very upset. His lips forming slowly towards the look that said his happiness was gone.

It took another five minutes before the guy noticed how Tae no longer was pleased and how you hadn’t been paying attention anymore since you both had been looking at the art supplies instead of him. “You know? If you were a good boyfriend then you would still have a girlfriend by now” Taehyung said, almost mumbled but still enough for the man to hear.

You took your boyfriend home, spending a day there then, making him happy with being funny or acting cute together. You didn’t want him to think about that man anymore, because your one and only was Tae.

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You both were at an event where the boys were invited to, Jungkook had thought you were looking mesmerizing and clearly he wasn’t the only one. You kept on getting compliments from more people about your looks. But one compliment set him off in jealousy.

“If you were mine then I wouldn’t have kept my hands to myself” he said to you while Jungkook was right there with you, and the other boys had heard this as well. They had expected Jungkook to stay calm and collected but instead Jungkook angrily stood up and went up to the boy who had given you the compliment.

His hands grabbing yours a little tighter than normal but soon Jimin took over when it came to you, he would make sure that you were fine while Namjoon would make sure that Jungkook wouldn’t do anything to the man.

But Jungkook clearly got angry, you could see it in his eyes and he would have been ready to kill. “Keep your hands to yourself, no one wants to be touched by you” he snapped towards the male and rolled his eyes. He needed to go outside to calm down a bit, no one was allowed to say that or ever touch you like Jungkook could.

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Everything Has Changed | Jughead Jones

Originally posted by alwayschach-sprouseblog

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: After six years away from Riverdale, you head back to live with your grandparents. The only thing on your mind is your old best friend Jughead Jones.

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 1570

A/N: BUCKLE YOURSELVES UP, FRIENDS. WE’RE IN FOR A LONG ONE. Well, maybe. We’ll see how it goes. There will definitely be a part two that’s for sure but let me know what you guys think <3



The town you grew up in. The town that held so many fond memories. The town that you’d been ripped away from when you were nine years old.

It was still your favourite place even though you’d spent the last six years in Los Angeles. Sure, the big city life was fun but it was nothing compared to the tight knit community of your little friendly town. Even though you’d only been young, you still remembered how everyone said hi when you passed by them or how the local diner always remembered your families order and especially how all the kids made sure nobody was left out. That was how you remembered Riverdale. Full of friendly, happy, kind people.

But, the stories you’d heard from your grandparents who still lived there told a whole different tale. Your friendly little town had changed the moment Jason Blossom had been murdered. Everyone in town was a suspect and the whole dynamic had changed. Riverdale was now surrounded by mystery and secrets which made you scared to go back.

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  • His Hair
    • Ties his hair up into a ponytail a lot to keep his it off of his neck when he’s working out or it’s hot outside
    • His hair smells really good. Like what shampoo does this boy use because it smells AMAZING
  • Watching movies
    • 100% the type to laugh at horror movies, even during the most grisly scenes
    • One of Those People who talks during movies, but not in the fun way (like riffing on it with friends)
      • He mostly complains about how unrealistic something is, or how the plot doesn’t make any sense
  • Books
    • Will always prefer a physical copy of a book over a digital one
      • Used to be a snob about digital books
        • Realized that it’s a way to make books more accessible to people who might not be able to get to a bookstore or the library
          • Character development
    • Collects rare 1st print editions of old books
      • Birthdays and holidays are the best because Ignis always finds a way to snag rare, out-of-print versions of Gladio’s favorites
        • Best boyfriend ever
  • Misc.
    • Had an Energy Drink Phase
      • Not protein shakes
        • Like Red Bull. Monster.
          • GROSS, GLADIO
    • Ridiculous alcohol tolerance
      • If the group is planning to go out and get drunk, Gladio HAS TO PRE-GAME, or he will run up an ungodly tab just to get a buzz going
    • Gives the best hugs
      • Seriously he just envelops whoever’s hugging him and makes them feel so safe :’)
    • Probably the best Chocobro to care for someone who’s sick because he maintains a perfect balance of staying attentive without being overbearing


  • Does a hilarious impression of a Lucian accent
    • You may need to give him a couple of drinks before he’ll attempt it, but it’s So Worth it. 10/10.
  • Prompto taught him how to style his hair like that
    • He was wary to let Prompto mess around with his hair and was Very Surprised when he saw his reflection and actually liked what he saw
  • This probably isn’t surprising, but he loves attending symphony orchestra concerts
    • Really wanted to learn violin as a child, but there was no time for that between his training to be a Royal Advisor
      • Gets wistful and a little jealous as he listens to the first chair violinist at a concert
  • Caught Noctis and Prompto skipping school one time and would not let them hear the end of it
    • He saw them crossing the street as they were on their way to Prompto’s house while he was out to buy ingredients for dinner from the market
        • (Prompto and Noctis totally tried again… and it worked. Please don’t tell Ignis but they totally got away with it.)
  • Gets cranky when he hasn’t had his caffeine
    • Gets really bad caffeine headaches
  • Has the best memory
    • It honestly helps him be so thoughtful because he remembers people’s stories and favorite foods and colors even if he only learned about them in passing comments
  • The King of Multitasking
  • Almost always falls asleep when the group watches a movie together
    • Also sleepwalks sometimes, or does things when he’s awake while still caught up in whatever he’s dreaming about
      • (I do all of this and I may be Projecting)
        • (One time I dreamed I was late for school. I got out of bed, dressed myself, and didn’t realize that I’d been dreaming and it was 3 AM until I was in the living room, about to walk out the front door)
          • (My pants were on backwards)
            • (I went back to sleep with all of my clothes on)
    • Okay so imagine the scene. The boys are asleep inside the tent together in the dead of night. The world is still.
      • And then
        • Ignis: “I hate carrots”
        • Prompto:
        • Prompto: “YOU WHAT”
          • This wakes up the whole gang and Prompto almost gets kicked out of the tent to fend for himself
    • Prompto endeavors to catch Ignis talking in his sleep again and recording the evidence
      • He’s sacrificing a good night’s sleep, but it will be Worth It
      • He waits
        • And then
          • Ignis: *Abruptly sits up*
          • Prompto:
          • Ignis:
          • Ignis: “They’re here.”
          • Prompto: “W-Who…?”
          • Ignis: “The childlren.”
          • Prompto: “The what…?”
          • Ignis: *Lays back down and immediately falls asleep*
          • Prompto: “What the wheelie-popping fuck”
      • Prompto shows them all the video the  next day and Ignis is just. So very quiet.
        • What was he talking about???? We’ll never know.
In which the Batboys fight to know which Hogwart’s house is the best - Batmom x Batfam

Well…I mean, why not right ? I might as well have drifted away from the original request but..It happens you know ^^’. Oh and before I get too many comments about it : I sorted the boys in houses I thought would fit them, it’s only my opinion and of course I can be wrong but…It’s just a story ^^’ (I’m saying that because I know some of us potterheads can get very passionate about in which house which hero is and like…I’m not writing this to raise any debate, just writing this because someone requested it and liked the idea). Hope you’ll like it

(My masterlist blog here :


It was breakfast time and you were all sitting around the kitchen counter, still groggy with sleep, eating the breakfast Alfred made you like robots.

Mornings weren’t really the best sociable and lively time in your household…

Like every morning, you were snuggled close to your husband, your legs across his own, his free hand, the one he wasn’t using to eat, absentmindedly caressing your thighs. By now, all of your sons had came to ignore your lovey dovey gestures and just eat their breakfast as if you weren’t there. 

But from time to time, for good measure, they would shiver in disgust, or just whisper a small “ew”, and avoid their father’s glare. Like right now, as Bruce bends to kiss your forehead gently, and you smile stupidly, lift your head and give him a kiss on his lips…”Eew”, they all say. 

You smile some more as your husband squint at them and…Wait, all ? No, one was missing. 

Damian didn’t say anything, while usually, he was the most vocal one. 

As you were bringing your coffee to your lips, you could see, from the corner of your eyes, your youngest son, apparently lost in his thoughts. 

Oh he looked so much like Bruce right now, focus on something unknown. 

You turned your head completely to him, observing how his brow was furrowed, his eyes looking somewhere in front of him, not moving, his hands linked under his chin, his breakfast left untouched in front of him…

He feels your gaze and looks at you. 

You smile fondly at him, and he smiles back. You don’t need to talk for him to understand you’re wondering what he’s up to, as he can read the curiosity in your eyes, and the way you bend your head slightly on the side physically signifying said curiosity. 

-I was thinking about Harry Potter. 

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Heir to a Kingdom [3]


Um, NSFW/spoiler warning, you and Lotor frick at the end. If you are uncomfortable with smut, I will bold where it begins so you can easily skip over it, since this chapter has some important plot to it, as well. It’s just the Unnecessary Yet Obligatory Smut Chapter™.

There are so many loopholes in this story please forgive me

This is so drawn out I apologize, omg none of this makes sense but, I’m pretty damn proud

– Ryan

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You’d been nothing but an enigma since you’d regained your consciousness. Lotor couldn’t figure it out. It was apparent even before your presence on that ship: you were a puzzle. Countless times he’s tried to get a rise from you – information – anything, but each time you’d unwittingly beat him at his own game.

And that’s what infuriated him to no end.

Lotor grits his teeth – he’s getting nowhere with this direct approach. Torture was looking more and more appealing by the minute, though he knew he had no method of interrogation that a mere human could withstand. And as much as he hates to admit it, your intel was too important to him to throw away so easily.

He paces the command hall, his frustration evident in his frayed behavior. It didn’t help that he had Haggar so far up his ass for information since he’d executed his plan. He was running out of options, and he was running out of time. He throws his arm down on a control panel, splitting the metal frame beneath his fist. Severed wires throw up sparks, and the malfunction pulls up the data files he’d collected on you. One, in particular, had caught his attention, and a smile spread across his lips.

Perhaps he wasn’t as limited in options as he had thought.

Composing himself, he steps down from the podium and strides out of the hall, leaving behind a few rather stunned officers.

“Let’s talk about this project of yours.”

Your head snaps up at him, a mix of shock and confusion. “I’m sorry, my what now?”

“At this ‘Garrison’, you were commended for your study of deep space exploration, were you not?” Still unable to follow along, you watch the man before you, waiting for the punchline.

“You were a pivotal force in the Kerberos mission.” A smirk graces his face as he finally, finally, sees a reaction in you. You immediately jump up, staring him dead in the face.

“What do you know of the Kerberos Project?” Suspicion bubbles in your chest, almost chokingly, as anticipation joins it hand in hand. Lotor shrugs a shoulder, before he backs a step, and walks across the cell. “That was the farthest you humans had traveled in your galaxy,” he begins, recalling the document with ease, “when you had the misfortune of crossing my father.”

“Your… Father?” You begin connecting some dots, shock registering as you stare at Lotor again. Prince Lotor. It all made sense.

He was Zarkon’s son.

Lotor’s lip quivers as he can see your brain working on the information he feeds you, but makes no comment as he continues his conversation. “Your technology is primitive, nothing like how the millennia have shaped Galran science.”

“What are you trying to get at, Lotor?” You ask, tentatively. You don’t know how to test the waters with him, let alone where you stood. He held information about you that the Garrison had kept classified. What else did he know?

“Only an arrangement. Knowledge, for knowledge.”

Of course, none of this had turned out how you would have expected it. It had been days since that exchange, but you were freed from your chains. Though you were free to roam outside your cell, you were still heavily monitored. 

Lotor was sure to keep a close eye on you. You didn’t know how you felt, given the opportunity to study on the Galran ship. You felt as though you should be looking for a way, or a chance, to escape. But if Lotor’s attention was on you, that meant less time for him to plan another attack, and you liked to think you were buying the team time to think of a plan. You laid everything in their hands.

“Incredible..” You mutter, looking over the algorithm used to generate energy. Lotor’s brow raised at your mutter, a bit intrigued. “Who would have thought the remainder would be used to carry the power, instead of using an even calculation… it’s almost like it’s using the overflow of energy to jumpstart the reaction, then to follow it into a continuous stream..” You move to the monitor plugging the equation in, and watching the diagram as it portrays an example.

“When you generate excess energy, you kick-start a reaction.” Lotor walks up beside you, watching the math he’d been so familiar with since childhood. “If you can harness the extra energy, it acts as a backup generator, rather than a destructive force.” You look up at him from the corner of your eye. It was the first time he’d addressed you since ‘releasing’ you and allowing you to roam free through the Archive.

“How do you divert the excess energy from the core of the reactor? That much power could destroy this entire ship.” You ask him, and he’s a bit thrown off. He wasn’t expecting you to ask him a direct question, but that’s what he deserves if he’s going to butt in. Flustered, he answers every question you give to him

“It’s too time-consuming.” Haggar had warned him. “It would be much easier to dissect her brain.”

This threat had angered him, but not for the reason it should have. “Do not dare touch her.” He’d seethed, “I can handle this myself.”

He roars, the frustration in his cry resounding through the walls. He throws more clutter off from the table, but even the sound of breaking glass or the aggression could quell the emotions bubbling in him.

“What am I doing?!” He growls at himself as he looks at the turmoil he’d created. Books of Galran physics and chemistry are strewn about, papers he’d put together, and for what? Some human prisoner? What did she even mean to him?

“Lotor?” Your voice reaches his ears, and he goes rigid. You look around the room before you meet his eyes. “Is everything okay?” You’re almost not surprised you don’t get an answer, but you’d heard his scream before, and the mess around the room only confirmed your suspicions.

Lotor just looks you over, studying you. Under his scrutinizing gaze, you shift a bit uncomfortably. “I just.. I thought maybe.. I would check on you. To see what was wrong.” You say, unsure how to handle the awkward silence. But with Lotor, you knew more than to push your luck. You could tell when you were unwelcome.

“Just know you can always talk to me, alright?” You say, giving him a look – he could discern it worry – before you turn back, and leave him to his thoughts.

It was apparent even before your presence on that ship, that you were a puzzle. You haunted his mind then, but you cloud his judgment now. His thoughts are filled with the time you’ve shared together, and he doesn’t understand why. Why you are so open-minded. Why you are so bright, and cheery. Why you could look at him, and smile. Why you are so forgiving of him.

Later that night, you had returned the book you’d been trying to read to the Archive, and you’d made your way back to your room. Turning the corner to your room, you notice a figure standing in front of your door as if waiting for you.

“Lotor, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you get some rest?” He shakes his head, lifting his hand. “Come.” He says simply, opening your door and leading you inside. 

Lotor gives you no time to speak before he pushes you up against the door as he closes it. His eyes swim with a mix of emotions as they cast down on you, and you fall silent. Words form in your mouth, but your voice isn’t strong enough to deliver them. Not at this time.

“What are you doing to me,” he barks, “it’s not just now. Oh, no. Since I saw you, you’ve been this little weed in my brain, sticking your roots in and spreading.” You tense under his form, unsure of what to say or how to act.

“It’s so hard.. My chest can’t take the pressure.” Lotor’s words strained as if he’s fighting to say this. Your hand risks the action and moves up to cup his face. His skin is warm beneath your palm, and you smooth it across his cheek until your fingers brush against his ear.

“Lotor, you deserve to be happy.” Your statement catches him off guard, and his eyes widen a bit. “You have made me happy these past few weeks. I’ve learned a lot, and you’ve helped me with that.” You can see he’s struggling with an inner conflict, a battle that you couldn’t ever understand.

“I wouldn’t have grown if it weren’t for your help. You know, you can always ask for mine.”

There’s a spark behind his eyes, and he’s fueled by a resolute decision.

Lotor immediately leans down, smashing his lips against yours in an effort to ease the fire lit inside him. It was by no means a firm kiss. It was awkward and passionate, and it delivered an electrifying sensation. It was rash but genuine, and your arms found their way around his neck in no time.

As he pulls back for air, Lotor’s hands fall to your waist, drawing you in. Though you were breathless, you were eager to kiss him once more. This time you lean up slowly, rocking onto your toes to reach his lips.

Now it’s Lotor’s turn to melt. Your kiss was slow and meaningful, and he could feel every part of your soul as if it’d touched his own. He’s overwhelmed with emotion, following your kiss until he’s leading it, and pulling you close to his body until it’s not close enough.

Your knees are wobbling, and you’re finding it harder and harder to stand on your own. When your lips break part, he takes you from the wall, and lifting you in his arms, he carries you over to the bed. Laying you down, he finds his way on top of you.

Lotor takes his time, looking over you. The way your hair splays out over the pillow, how your cheeks are flushed hot and your chest gently heaves to collect air for your lungs.

“Magnificent.” The praises fall from his lips, as he leans down, brushing his lips teasingly across your cheek. His breath fans over your ear and falls over your neck, and you shudder, bringing your shoulder up to protect your ear from the ticklish sensation.

“Truly.” He brushes your hair away, easing your shoulder so he can dip down, his lips capturing your ear. You give a small mewl, whining at the way it tickles slightly. He smirks against your skin, this time biting down on your ear. 

“Interesting.” He muses, experimenting here and there with your reactions. He couldn’t have ever imagined how heavenly these sounds would be, or how much he deeply wanted to hear them. But now that he has, he doesn’t want to stop. 

His hands return to your waist as his lips continue their assault to your neck. Reaching the hem of your shirt, his fingers curiously slip under, keen on exploring the vast expanse of skin that lies underneath. You wiggle under his touch, his nails scraping along your skin in a very intimate way. Your shirt bunches up as his hands trail higher and higher. His mouth latches to a section of your neck where you produce a melodious noise every time he bites down.

Your hands find his biceps, holding onto him for a lifeline as he sucks a mark into your neck. He continues to touch your abdomen, leaving no inch of your skin unexplored, until he’s met with the underwire of your bra. You bite back a noise, much to Lotor’s displeasure. He bites the mark he’s made, drawing a yelp from you, then licks at it before he pulls away to investigate the impediment at his hands.

“Lotor..” Your voice is a bit shaky thanks to his handiwork, and he looks a bit smug. Knowing he had this effect on you was doing wonders for his ego. His hands search your bra, trying to find out how to remove it. He finds the hooks, having you arch your back as he works it open.

His hands return to your shirt, but before he lifts it off, he looks at you. He looks you over. For any signs of regret, but mostly for permission. He wanted to know what he was doing was right. You nod, and place your hands over his, helping him remove your shirt and bra.

He lays you back down on the bed, this time admiring your bare torso. Once you’re settled, his hand splays across your stomach, pushing up slowly. It cups under your breast, and your breath catches in your throat. The feel of his hand against the sensitive skin brought a chill and some goosebumps, but his eyes remained on your face. He watched for every reaction and listened for every noise. As his finger brushed over your hardening nipple you gasped at the sensation, looking away from him.

His eyes then fell to your chest, looking over your perfect body. He leans down and experimentally flicks his tongue out over your nipple. You give a shaky moan, looking down at him for a brief moment. Intense eyes, blown with lust and burning with desire, meet yours as he repeats his action.

You close your eyes, and Lotor continues, pressing his lip to the curve of your breast, sucking in another mark. His hands explore more, one of them traveling to your free breast, the other to your hip. Though the soft, quiet noises were delicious, they weren’t satisfying. Lotor felt the need to hear you louder, more desperate. He couldn’t deny he was feeling a bit strained, his own desire flowing hotly through his veins, but he wanted to savor every moment.

His kisses trail down your body until his chin hits the button of your pants. Suddenly you’re aware of the situation and you yelp in surprise when he tugs harshly on the button. His lips curl into a smirk as he yanks your pants away, and you cry his name out in surprise. Amused, he lifts a brow and licks his lips, “is there something wrong?” He teases, and you pout.

“N-no, but–” a moan, a real moan, falls from your lips as you feel his fingers experimentally rub your core. He groans in response to the overwhelming sensations, mostly your moan being what set him off.

And now he’s driven. His eyes shoot up to you again, watching intently for your reaction. “But? What is it, my little ‘Nova?” He teases, and you shake your head. He rubs again, this time harder, through the fabric of your underwear, and you arch off the bed with a jolt of pleasure.

“L-Lotor!” You settle back on the bed, trying to recover. Lotor purrs, the sound of it reverberates through your chest, and you whimper. Your legs part just a little more, welcoming him between them. “Eager, aren’t we?” The smug victory could be heard in his voice and you simultaneously wanted to hide in your shame, and punch him.

“P-please..” The sound of your begging rings through his ears, and his cock throbs against the fabric of his pants. He groans in response and pushes your legs apart. The sudden action made you yelp and the way you wiggle as he finally takes hold of the waistband of your underwear has him growing impatient.

Lotor pulls them from your legs, immediately settling between them once they’re off. He drags his fingertips along the inside of your thighs, drawing out a weak whimper from you, before his finger circles your core. He leans down and parts your folds with his thumbs, “I think I’ll just help myself if you don’t mind..” His voice was laced thick with lust, his eyes trail up to your face as he lowers his lips to your center. His tongue takes a long, languid lick up, gathering your taste across his tongue.

You cry out once again, your hands digging into the bedding as your hips arch off the mattress. Lotor’s met with a struggle as you keep moving. He throws his arm over your hip, holding you down as he adds more pressure to his next lap, easily finding your clit.

Your moans tumble out carelessly from there, only egging Lotor on to continue his actions. You climb higher and higher to your climax as Lotor nips and sucks at your clit. Your hands fly to his hair, burrowing into his locks as he picks up his pace. Unable to control yourself, you’re shaking and writhing, so close to your finish, as Lotor moves from licking and sucking to sliding his tongue inside you.

The sensation of his tongue inside you and his teeth scraping against your clit sent your into oblivion, and you scream his name. Lotor helps you through your orgasm, his hand coming up to find yours, his tongue gently licking up the mess he’s created.

He fixes himself, straightening up and wiping his mouth on the back of his sleeve.

“But we’re not done yet, little ‘Nova.” He says, his voice hoarse and heavy with desire. You shudder at the raw sound of it and help him remove his clothes though you’re still in a haze from your high. Lotor chuckles, and eases you back down, ridding himself of the rest of his clothes.

Easing himself between your legs this time, you see him from a different perspective. He kneels before you, bare and naked as you are, but infinitely more beautiful. Your hand comes up on its own, resting against his chest, and you use it to lure him closer. He lifts your hips, aligning himself with your core, and leans down to press his forehead to yours.

“You can turn back now.” He says softly, “if we continue, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop. I need to know now; do you want this?” You take his words into consideration, but you already know your answer. Your arm folds behind him, pulling him closer to you as you angle your head to meet his lips. Knowing your answer, Lotor kisses you back, passionately, before he pushes into you.

You accept him well, though still sensitive from your first orgasm. You whimper into the kiss, muttering his name against his lips. He pushes into your velvet heat, and he’s holding onto only his last few strands of self-control. He growls low in his chest. He’s got half a mind to just pull back and ram back into you, but your comfort comes before his needs. As you try and steady your breath, you break the kiss to look him in the eyes. 

“P-please, Lotor, m..move..”

Something inside him snaps, hearing your weak beg for him. He growls, trying to hold himself under control. He pulls his hips back slowly, moving them forward once again. The friction of your walls around him drove him to sweet bliss, and he can feel his mind corroding from the pleasure. His head drops between you, his hair falling over his shoulders and tickling your chest as he moves at a slow pace.

It wasn’t satisfying enough, you needed more. You needed to feel him. You needed to hold him, you needed to be connected. You needed more. Your legs wind around his waist and your hands dive into his hair.

“Lotor, m-more, please, more..” He decided in that moment, that he could get used to your begging. He lifts his head enough to capture your jaw, and he peppers you with kisses. “More what, [y/n]?” He smirks against your skin. You can’t see it clearly, but you know it’s there.

“Please..” You start, but before you could finish, he bucks his hips rather harsh, delivering a jolt of pleasure deep within you. You moan in reaction and tug on his hair. He groans against your skin, distracted, but continues to tease you like such.

“Use your words, my little ‘Nova. What do you need?” He moves his kisses to your shoulders, and you whine in retaliation.

“F-faster, Lotor, please..” He thrusts into you, rolling his hips. He was driving you insane.

“What was that?”

“Faster! Please!” You beg, and he chuckles, pulling his hips back and snapping them forward faster than before. He’d picked up the tempo, lifting your hips to gain a new angle, and it wasn’t until he had you screaming that he was satisfied.

He watches you come undone for him, underneath him, and it was the most powerful feeling in the world. You were beautiful, writhing beneath him, a moaning mess, panting and screaming his name. He growls low as he feels himself nearing his end. He leans forward, and bites your shoulder, suppressing his moans as his hand comes between you both.

The way his body worked against yours has your mind reeling, feeling him thrust into you every time brought you closer and closer to your end. His fingers find their way to your clit, and he rubs mercilessly, sucking a new mark into your shoulder. The pleasure swallowed you and brought you down to another orgasm, and you clenched around Lotor, squeezing him until he, too, gave into bliss.

You scream his name one last time, and he moans yours, both of you falling into bliss together. Lotor collapses on his side, pulling you close. He doesn’t bother to pull out, not yet. He smooths the hair from your face and watches you as you come back from your fog. A smile passes his lips, and he kisses your forehead. The words remained unspoken in his mind, but in his heart, he’d already said them to you.

“Rest, [y/n], I’m going to take care of you.” He says, pulling you against him. You wanted to protest, to stay awake for just a while longer, but you had to admit you were exhausted. Your arm comes around his torso, and you nuzzle closer to him, pressing a kiss to his chest before you drift out of consciousness.

His smile fades as he watches you submit to sleep. He looks over your face for a while before he dragged out a sigh. Somehow you seemed even purer in your sleep. Something he could cherish.

“How can I be worthy of someone like you?”

Punk (Chap. 3)

Originally posted by winter-barnes

Summary: You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: 3324 (I know, long.  But it’s because idk when I’m gonna have more time to write the next chapterssss)

Warnings: Cursing, low-self esteem, chubby!reader x bucky, idk….

A/N:  I’m overwhelmed with the feedback on the first 2 chapters!  love you guys and i can only hope to live up to your expectations with this and all future installments!

If there was one thing you hated more than anything else in the world it was clothes shopping.  OK, that’s not entirely true.  Hydra was definitely up there…and commercials’ whose volume was louder than the show you were just watching so you had the crap scared out of you by some lady who was dancing and trying to get you to buy tampons so you’d ‘have a happy period’ (no such thing)… you really hated when you stepped in puddle on the kitchen floor while only wearing socks…any sort of insect…when you bought a book series but, for some unfathomable reason, the individual books weren’t the same height, because that’s just ridiculous.  Why would anyone think it’d be acceptable to have books 1, 2, 3, and 4 to all line up perfectly on the shelf then have 5 be slightly taller only to then revert back to the original proportions for 6 and 7?!  It’s was utter nonsense and the people responsible for inflicting such depravity on the literary world should—

Rap! Rap! Rap!  “Get dressed!”  Nat hollered from the other side of the dressing room door.  “I’m going to pay for these.  Meet me at the register.”  The clinking of hangers and rustling of clothing signalled her departure as you hopped back into your jeans and slipped your “Talk Wookie to me” T-shirt back on.  You let out a sigh at your reflection.  Can’t wear this anymore, you thought dejectedly. It was your favourite shirt. Faded, thin, and baggy from having been thrown into the wash so many times it was a shadow of what it once was.

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The Art of Falling in Love

Originally posted by minhyunq

Pairing: Mark x reader
Genre: fluff, high school!au, bad girl!au 
Warnings: some language, underage drinking
Word count:  6,786

“I can’t believe you skipped school! Again!” your mother yelled furiously as she paced back and forth in the living room; she was fuming. Your eyes were focused on a loose thread on your carpet, hands behind your back. After promising not to skip school, here you stood, getting your ass scolded. 

You didn’t know how your mother put up with your antics, and truth be told you commended her patience and the fact that she still loved you after all that. It’s not that you were a bad person. It was just that, you could say you didn’t like living by the norms. Thus, that made you a very rebellious teen. Despite the young of your age you’ve lost count of the many rebellious things you’ve done; you still vividly remembered that one time you took a train to Busan all by yourself without any notice. 

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You might need to buy another lock // Shawn Mendes

Request:  Omg please do a shawn imagine where your in camp half blood and he’s like a demi god how hot is like athletic fighting shawn ._. Shawn and percy jackson would so be friends wtf

Don’t go near him, he could burn you with one look. 

That’s what everyone would say about Shawn Mendes. A dark haired, tall boy. Also the son of Hephaestus- God of fire, blacksmiths, sculptors and volcanoes. So naturally, of course, Shawn could create a fire ball in the palms of his own hands. 

Currently the only son of Hephaestus- until another was claimed- Shawn was seen as an outcast. A loner. Dangerous. He constantly had an attitude that matched his flames. Everyone stayed away from him and he stayed away from us.

I’d never talked to Shawn before, our paths never crossing due to the fact that I was daughter of Athena. 

I guess that’s why everyone from the camp for children of the Gods found me an easy target. Especially the daughter of Khione, Goddess of snow, Peyton. I only had my brains to defend myself while most of the other campers could summon lightning or like Peyton, ice. 

Because we’re only sons or daughters of a God, we only inherit one of them main powers our parents have. For me, I had gained my Mothers gift for intelligence. I loved learning- often spending most of my time in the camp’s library instead of out on the training field with the others. Just like I was now.

The clock chimed on the wall, alerting me that it was time to go back to my cabin as the library was closing. I gathered all my books in my arms and headed out, the door clicking shut behind me and the lights switching off immediately. 

It was dark outside as I walked down the path that lead to a hallway where we kept our lockers for the small number of classes we took at camp. The sound of laughing caught my attention and I tore my gaze away from the floor to see maybe 3 people surrounding a section of the lockers- around where my locker was.

I picked up my pace as I got closer to scene. At the sound of my footsteps, Peyton looks away from my locker to smirk at my shocked face.

“Still a hermit I see,” She giggles, flicking her ice blonde hair over her shoulder. Small snowflakes drifted to the floor at the motion.

“What did you do?” I breath, my eyes frozen on my, well, frozen locker. The small lock on it covered in a chunk of ice. 

“Y/n, sweetie, it’s getting a little cold out here don’t you think?” Peyton smiles sarcastically at me, her cronies chuckling behind her. “I think I need to go warm up,” She rubs the sides of her arms for effect.

“Y/n, have fun,” she winks at me before shoving my shoulder with her own as she walks past, my books falling from my arms. 

“For a daughter of Athena she’s not very smart.” I hear one of Peyton’s friends snicker, before they’re gone. I’m left in the chilly September night, alone with a frozen locker that currently contains my keys for my cabin.

I groan, stepping closer to examine the damage. “Are you kidding me?” I growl, touching the ice covered lock. I hiss, the ice freezing to touch. 

I ignore the cold as I try to scrape some of the snow off my locker, the action not doing much to help.

“You look like you’re in a bit of a predicament.” A voice calls, a hint of humor in their tone.

I look over my shoulder to see a figure clad in black, their tall frame creating an intimidating appearance. 

Don’t go near him, he could burn you with one look. 

Now I found myself a foot away from him, his dark eyes blazing and the tips of his fingers glowing a soft orange.

“What are you doing here?” I ask, my cheeks flushing as his eyes flick from me to the icy lock.

“For someone so smart you ask a lot of questions,” He says cheekily, his lips turning up into a small smirk.

I roll my eyes, turning my back to him. I wasn’t in the mood for what ever Shawn was trying to play. The next thing I know, heat is radiating around me, a tan hand reaching out to grab onto the lock.

I watch in amazement as the lock starts to steam, water trickling off his blazing hand onto the cement floor. 

I tilt my head to the left to see his face. His dark eyes meet my own and I can’t help but stare. A small dark brown curl has fallen onto his forehead and without thinking- something I seem to be doing a lot of today- I reach up to flick it back.

He pauses, his mouth parting slightly. Our gazes never straying as it feels like an eternity of Shawn standing inches away from me, his heat warming my chilled body.

A hissing sound snaps me out of my daydream and I look to see the lock melting in Shawn’s hand. I raise an eyebrow at Shawn to see him smiling sheepishly.

He twists the locker door open for me and I grab my keys as he shuts it after- the metal too hot for me to touch. 

I turn away from him to pick up my books while Shawn tries to shake the melted metal off his hand.

As if feeling someone starring at him, he meets my eyes.

“Why’d you help me?” I whisper, my voice coming out loud however in the silent night.

“You wouldn’t have been able to open your locker if I didn’t.” he shrugs, shoving his hands into his jean pockets. I nod, shuffling awkwardly on my feet.

“You don’t have to be scared of me you know, I’m not going to hurt you,” He says softly, taking a couple steps forward until I can see every one of his eyelashes framing his eyes.

“I know,” I say, my heartbeat picking up but not out of fear.

“You better start heading back to your cabin, curfew is at 11.” He says softly, tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear, the warmth of his fingers heating my skin.

“Okay,” My body was leaning closer to his, seeking the heat he provided. I sigh, pulling away instead to head off to my cabin.

“Oh and Y/n?” Shawn calls and I meet his gaze over my shoulder.

“Yeah?” I call back, hugging my books closer to my chest.

“You might need to buy another lock.”

Originally posted by kdrauhl

BTS Scenarios: Their S/O Finds Out They Cheated [Aftermath]

requested part to this scenario


K I M S E O K J I N :

After he checked his phone of his messages, he would immediately run up back to you and beg for you to listen, claiming that this was all a misunderstanding. You’d roll your eyes at his claim, knowing that his words were pure bullshit. Though, he wouldn’t go away; he wouldn’t leave you alone to think about what to do next about this.

Y/n!” He’d call out as he continues to knock on the bathroom door. You’d ignore him, tears streaming down your face as you covered your ears to block out his presence. “Please, let me explain!

You can take your explanation and shove it up —” You’d scream back, but you were cut off when Jin called out, “Y/n!

Just leave me alone, Jin,” You’d cry, “Don’t make this any worse than it needs to be.

You guess he finally got the memo, because the knockings stopped & his voice was no longer to be heard. You let yourself cry in the bathroom for who-knows-how-long and when you decide to get yourself together, you get up, splash your face with water, and get out.

You were dragging yourself into your bedroom, assuming that Jin probably went to the dorms to vent about what he had done to you to the boys; You were going to do him a favor and pack up his stuff so he can move into the dorms, but you didn’t show any emotion when you saw him sitting on the foot of the bed, his elbows on his knees, his broad shoulders slumped, and his head in his hands.

You crossed your arms and sighed loudly, disappointed that he didn’t respect your wishes to just go. Jin’s head perks up at the sound of your loud exhale, and you notice that his eyes were slightly glossy & puffy. You shift your head to the side once your eyes made contact with his eyes, refusing to even look at him. 

Seokjin, I thought I told you—” You were about to say, but he cuts you off saying, “While I was in Hawaii with the boys a couple months ago, we went out drinking,” You purse your lips, allowing him to continue, “I guess I had too much to drink because when I woke up the next morning, I was with another girl in bed.” He then licks his lips before adding in a whisper, “The scariest part was that she looked so much like you.

You shut your eyes tight, allowing the tears that were building up at the brim to flow harshly down your cheeks. Jin continues explaining, “I left right away, I just,” He then pauses before saying, “I guess she put her number in my phone while I knocked out.” 

You scoff as you roll your eyes & shake your head at him, and Jin gets desperate, for he goes on his knees in front of you and begs, “You have to believe me, Y/n, this is the first time she texted me since that night!

You roll your jaw at his audacity, and you use your hand to push his head back, causing him to prop his hands behind him to keep himself up. “Are you going to forget the fact that you cheated on me? Screw her fucking sexting you first after all these months, Seokjin! It won’t change the fact that you still slept with her!” You yell, going off to the drawers and throwing out all his clothes onto the floor. “Were you ever planning on telling me?” You ask, continuing to go through the cabinets, “Did the guilt ever build up inside you to at least force you to tell me?” You start slamming the drawers & cabinets after throwing his belongings onto the floor, “Were you honestly planning to keep this a secret?” You cry angrily, kicking around his stuff, “Did you not think I was going to find out?” 

The ache in your heart grew and it got you on knees, clutching your chest. “Did you…” You start, needing a moment to catch your breath, “Did you ever really love me?” 

You gasp immediately after asking that question, because you knew that he does love you, but the time following from when he cheated onto now made you so confused as to if it was real. You start sobbing into your hands and Jin comes up behind you, his arms around you and his head on your shoulder as you both cry. It wasn’t long until you wiggle out of his grip and point towards the door.

This is the last time I’m saying this, Kim Seokjin,” You warn with a firm & steady voice, “Leave.

Originally posted by chunghakim-archive

M I N Y O O N G I :

Y/n, be a sweetheart and run to the grocery store for me, please? We’re running low on lots of things.” Your mother asks, knocking on the frame of your bedroom door before waking you up from your slumber.

You don’t reply, so your mother sits at the foot of your bed, and the dip that she caused made you aware that her presence wasn’t a figment of your imagination. You feel your mother’s hand on your ankle, and that’s when you decide to yawn & stretch. You sit up, rubbing your eyes and your mother scoots closer to you to pet your bed-head hair. 

I’ll text you a list of what we need,” She informs you, her voice sweet & soft, “All you gotta do is buy it, okay?

You hum, “Okay,” before lazily getting off your bed to get ready, and you mother leaves to give you privacy. Your phone chimes not long afterward, and you sighed at the notification of the list that your mother had just texted you. You decided to wear something that made you comfortable rather than fashionable because you honestly didn’t care about your appearance anymore, and you didn’t have anyone in mind to impress out in the grocery store anyways.

So there you were, your hair up in a messy bun, dressed up in some sandals, sweats, and a plain jacket, going around the aisle to collect the things your mother requested you to buy. You pushed your cart as you entered the next aisle, and as you let your eyes wander around the contents of what the shelves provided, you caught sight of a familiar face that you thought you would never encounter out of all days, out of all times, and out of all places. 

He was there too, wearing all black clothing, a baseball cap, and a face mask. Yoongi didn’t notice you though, he was too busy reading the back of a box for its nutrition label. You stopped in your tracks; You were lucky that you weren’t holding anything because you knew that you would’ve dropped it and made your presence known to him, but the cart you were gripping onto made your knuckles turn white and your hands tremble,

Suddenly, the pain in your heart that you thought was gone was coming back to you. These questions that you had for him but left unsaid were flooding your mind like, “Why did you do it? Did you even love me? How long were you cheating on me? Was she better than me? Are you happy now? Do you miss me? Do you regret it?” Tears started to pool up in your eyes and you knew you had to get out of there before he notices from his peripheral vision that there’s a figure standing like a deer in the headlights.

So you ran out of the store, abandoning your cart in the aisle. 

J U N G H O S E O K :

He didn’t bother replying to your text about breaking up with him. Instead, the relationship he had with the other girl went public and you realized that you were the other woman he was seeing.

For a while, you were heartbroken. This traumatized you and ruined any chances you had with men who wanted to take you out on a date. Any potential of finding your true love was wasted because of the fear of being used like how Hoseok used you. You didn’t trust anybody for a while; your heart was fragile and you didn’t want to go through the process of trying to fix it again. 

The time that could’ve been used for going out on dates and going out to meet new people was easily used to find yourself again. You realized that you didn’t know who you were without Hoseok and you hated it. So your free time was used to discover yourself, like your new favorite hobbies, explore your music taste, and read some of your new favorite books. You even found yourself a job to keep yourself busy with, and though it was tiring, it made good pay, so at the end of the week, you can treat yourself to some sweets and new clothes.

Your coworker invited you to their birthday party hosted at this nearby bar and you realized that you haven’t been able to have fun in a while so you accept to go. 

Though the venue was reserved for the party, it was still open to the public, which wasn’t a problem, but it wasn’t long until his face showed up into the bar too. He didn’t notice you with your friends at first, but you noticed him as he made his way to the corner of the bar and order himself a drink. You didn’t want to make your presence known to him, so you just continued socializing with your friends. 

Do my eyes deceive me?” The birthday person exclaimed into a microphone, and all the attention turns to them, “Or is that J-Hope from the famous BTS?!” They announce, gesturing towards the rapper who forces a smile on his face. He feels obliged to stand up and bow towards the people who have focused their attention on him. 

So he bows and scans the crowd, and once his eyes land upon you, he was taken aback. His eyes were wide but he tries not to make it obvious even though you already caught it. You respond to his reaction with a welcoming smile. 

You two didn’t dare to interact with each other, but you guys did exchange glances every now and then. 

When the party ended, you stayed with your coworker as they bid everyone else goodbye. When Hoseok passed you, you gave him a nod & a handshake with a genuine smile on your face. He couldn’t stop looking at you with an apology written in his eyes as he walked out of the door.

K I M N A M J O O N :

For a while, you couldn’t bring yourself to face him. You shut him out of everything; you blocked his number & his social media, changed the locks on your door, ignored the calls from his bandmates, and kept yourself busy to avoid any chance of him showing up at your house.

This went on for a couple months, but you soon realized how childish you were being. You had the heart to unblock Namjoon from everything that you blocked him on & responded to the rest of the band. They were relieved when you finally decided to keep in touch with them, and Namjoon was silently relieved too. 

You and the boys would hang out without him, the reason being that you just weren’t ready to face him yet. Time was healing though, even if it was taking a long time. You knew that eventually, you’ll forgive him of his wrongdoing and that you’ll finally be able to face him as a friend again. 

There’d be days where the boys would mention him by accident and the conversation would awkwardly stop; all eyes would be on you just to see how you would react to the sound his name. You’d force a small smile and reassure them you’re okay and try to continue the conversation. 

Slowly, you were able to get used to the idea of him. You hung out with his bandmates, so facing him again was inevitable. The mention of his name wouldn’t pinch your heart anymore, and you were able to be in the same room as him without having the urge to cry and once in a while, he’d tag along with you guys as you hung out with each other and you were okay with that.

It got to that point where you two can talk to each other without it being just a greeting towards each other or small talk. It grew to texting and laughing, and the boys had to admit that the sight of you two together like this was awkward and confusing - awkward because of your past with him & confusing because you don’t know how to define your friendship with him.

You and the boys went out to an event where your community could perform whatever they desired if they wished to. The venue was nice and simple: a wooden stage, a couple of couches, and strung-up lights. The aura was chill and calming, and the other people that came were respectful (as in, they stopped talking whenever someone performed and they gave positive comments for each performer). 

You sat next to Namjoon on the couch, and you two shared a conversation full of laughter. It wasn’t long until you guys ran out of things to say, and the tension between you two immediately turned awkward. You decide to let your eyes wander around the space, admiring the decorations set before you. Namjoon, on the other hand, was biting his lip and twiddling with thumbs in nervousness, but you decide to ignore it.

Y/n?” He’d say in a soft voice. You look at him and offer your full attention by giving him a warm smile. “Is it…” He then clears his throat, “Is it okay if we try again?” He’d ask, and your smile fades.

Oh,” You’d simply respond before shaking your head a little, “I’m sorry, Namjoon, but no.”

P A R K J I M I N :

When you told Jimin that you were best friends with the girl he slept with, you honestly meant that as an exaggeration.

But after he left the house, you became a crying mess and that girl was your rock through it all. She ended up staying in your house that night, and she helped you with breakfast the next morning. Your friendship with her evolved to sharing numbers, which was beneficial on your part because there would be nights where you have a crying episode and calling her was a necessity in those moments.

She sets up a Netflix marathon with you in your living room one night, just to help cheer you up through these times. You decided to watch an action-comedy, like Deadpool, where you two laughed and made fun of and even mimicked some lines from the movie. When the end credits rolled, she made one more funny comment, causing you to raise your head back in a fit of laughter, and she couldn’t help but stare at you as you two laughed. Soon, you made eye contact with her and the laughter faded. 

You two began leaning in towards each other, closing the gap between, and then you two kissed. It started out as a little peck, and you two were taken aback with this sudden act, but neither of you said anything about stopping and suddenly you two were having an all-out make-out session. 

No words were said, and no one knew how, but you two were now in a relationship.

You two had another date at a semi-fancy restaurant, and you two were just chit-chatting and feeding each other and laughing, but little did you two know, that on the other side of the room, sitting by himself at a corner table, was Jimin. 

His head perked up at first when he noticed you two together, and he thought that you two being best friends was a lie but he realized that this was much more than that. He watches are you two laugh and hold hands, and he smiles at the sight.

He’s happy for you two.

K I M T A E H Y U N G :

Um, excuse me,” The girl comes back to you. “But why’d you put this on my cup?” She asks, gesturing to the message you’ve written at the bottom of her cup.

Your boyfriend is Kim Taehyung, right? Of BTS?” You’d ask, your voice light and low. She nods as she crosses her arms. “Well, he was my boyfriend of 2 years.” You inform her, smiling softly at the memories that you shared with him, “But it’s okay, you can—” 

Suddenly, she grabs at your hair. You start screaming at her attack, and she literally has you bending on the table as she starts scratching you. She then pulls you up by the hair with one hand and uses her other hand to slap your face. You start crying and she’s calling you names now, “Bitch! Slut! Liar!” and all of the above. You try grabbing ahold of her wrists so you can resist her but her long, sharp nails were making it really hard for you to do so. 

It took a while but Taehyung arrives at the scene, surprised at the fact that the two girls he was seeing were fighting each other. He put the pieces together and figured that you two had found out that he’s been cheating on the both of you. 

He runs up to the both of you, and he pulls the other girl away from you, and even steps between you two to prevent any possibility of her engaging in another fight with you. You start sobbing harder that you had to cover your mouth to stop yourself from being too loud, but the other girl, on the other hand, was raging with anger right now which wasn’t what you were expecting out of this situation. 

Fucking hell, Tae! I can’t believe you were seeing this low-life behind my back!” She yells at him, and you already too hurt by the fact that he’s been cheating on you to be offended by her insult. Taehyung runs his hands through his hair and his eyes shift between looking at you & looking at her. “It’s me or her, Taehyung.” She then makes him decide, crossing her arms to judge. 

He then turns his body towards you and begins to hug & comfort you, and the other girl huffed before storming away. You stay in his arms for a quick moment because you need somebody to hold you, but then you started wiggling away from his embrace. 

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” He’d repeat over & over again as he fought against your struggle to get away from him and continue to hug you. 

Taehyung, please, let me go,” You’d cry, shaking your head at him. 

You were so desperate to get away from him that you pushed him away from you, and he finally got the message and respected your space. You look at him at the face and notice that he was crying too, but that didn’t change how you see him now.

Just because you chose me doesn’t mean I choose you too,” You whisper, just loud enough for him to hear, “Just please, let’s never see each other again.” 

J E O N J U N G K O O K :

You don’t recall how or when, but you decided to give him another chance. You do remember, though, him constantly coming over to your house whenever he was free to beg for your forgiveness. There’ll be days at work where he’d send teddy bears and a bouquet of flowers, and you guess somewhere along the lines, you gave in & started talking about what would happen to your relationship with him. 

How he won your heart again, despite being the one who broke it, was beyond your control. You didn’t mean to get back together to him, but it just happened and you didn’t question it and the relationship seemed the same as if catching him in bed with another girl didn’t happen. There’ll be times where he, or the rest of the band, or your friends, or even your family would ask if you had forgiven him for his mistake, and you’d reassure them with a firm nod that you have forgiven him. This made Jungkook relieved, but the others didn’t really believe it. 

One night, Jungkook came home late without informing you of what he was going to do and you felt like your chest was going to burst. When he did arrive home, you were found sitting on the living room couch, cuddling into a blanket, arms crossed, and face red from your crying. 

Baby?” He’d rush up to you to comfort you, “What’s wrong?” 

Where were you?” You’d ask, and he knew you were mad at him, “Why didn’t you text me what you were doing? You told me you’d be home by 10PM and it’s already past midnight!” You’d cry, “Do you know how worried I’ve been?” 

He cuddles you in his chest, and he thinks over some things as you continued to sob in his chest, because he finds it alien of you to be crying over something as trivial as this, but then he makes a sudden realization:

The relationship was never just the same… You don’t trust him anymore.


~ yna


Cats in the Cradle

(baby stark! reader)

Word Count: 2090

Summary: Baby Stark adventures, from a baby tot to a sassy teen.

Warnings: none <3

A/N: baby stark, i love baby stark. BTW there’s no pairing in this (so far ;)) so enjoy!

“Tony, I’m pregnant.”

Those three words rocked Tony Stark’s twenty-something year old world. He was so scared. He thought that he and his partner had been so careful. He didn’t love her, and he didn’t see a future with her in any way, but there he stood. And there she stood, too, her hands on her hips and her eyes wide with fear. She didn’t want this baby. Didn’t want to raise it, didn’t want to carry it. She didn’t want her first child to be to Tony Stark at a time in her life when she barely knew who she was.

Tony remembered the conversation vividly. She sat down next to him on the bed with a sigh. Her hands were shaky as she held her stomach, and again she felt like she was going to throw up her breakfast.

“I can’t do it,” she said to him. Tony furrowed his eyebrows.

“Do what?” He inquired. He had tried to be there for his partner in her time of need, oh he had tried. But she was cold. She was pushing away his queries of names and his annual ‘how do you feel today’ questions. She had no interest in him or the child.

“This. This pregnancy. I don’t want to raise this child,” she said quietly. “I don’t want to raise your child.”

Tony felt like he had been slapped in the face. After some thought, he realized that he wanted a chance. He wanted to raise this baby and he wanted to be there for it. He wanted to be a father.

Finally, after much persuasion, he and his partner decided it best that Tony would do exactly that. She would move in with her mother for her nine months of hell, and, in the end, the baby would go to Tony. He didn’t want the baby to go into the system, he didn’t want the baby to be without a family.

So nine months- and a few extra weeks- later, Tony finally held his baby in his arms. The baby Stark, Y/N. He couldn’t believe his eyes. This small little one was his and was folded tightly and warmly in his grasp, eyes still shut from the pressure of the entrance to the world. He was so whole, and so happy.

You were really a bundle of joy. A bundle of joy that would cry at two am for a bottle, and that would cry at three am just because you missed the company. Tony would usually sing you back to sleep, his feet padding around his home in the earliest hours of the morning. One cup of coffee turned into two, and then three by noon. You were a handful, but he wouldn’t change it for the world.

When you were five years old, you were already running the place. Every inch of your home and Tony’s workshop, and of Stark Industries was covered from top to bottom in evidence of you. Paints and barbie dolls, Tony never thought he would buy so many barbie dolls, tablets and books and video games. You could already read small chapter books, you could do basic math, and you loved science. At five years old! Everyone was impressed with you.

“Daddy,” you tugged at your father’s t-shirt one afternoon. He was busy doing things you didn’t understand as a five year old, but you wanted his attention. “Wanna play? You can be Skipper!” Tony would usually stop what he was doing just to play a quick game of Barbies with you, but on this particular day, he was rather busy and crammed. He did stop, though, and he knelt down in front of you. You held Skipper in one hand and a Miss Astronaut Barbie in the other, and the biggest, brightest grin. Tony sighed.

“I wish I could, pumpkin,” he said. You frowned. “But I’m so busy right now. What about… uh..” Tony looked around the room at the assistants and interns that crowded around. “What if Pepper is Skipper today? You love Pepper!” Pepper perked up at her name and glanced up over her blackberry. You were smiling at Pepper now. “Would you, Pepper?”

“But the-” Tony swatted his hand off at Pepper’s deadlines. She sighed. “Alright, Y/N. I’ll be Skipper.” You squealed with excitement.

When you were seven years old, you remembered specifically that Tony was leaving for a business trip to Afghanistan. That’s all it was supposed to be. Pepper stayed with you and kept you company. Every night before bed, she would read a chapter in the Harry Potter book that your dad had been reading you recently. She would take you to school, bake cookies with you, and help you with school projects. She would hand you the phone when Tony called, or call you into the room when he skyped. There was one night when he didn’t do either of those things, which was weird. He would always call. That’s when you knew that something was wrong. He didn’t call the next day, either, and soon enough, it was all over the news that he had been captured.

“What’s happening?” You asked Pepper one morning before school. She was watching CNN intently when you walked into the room. You caught a glimpse of the words scrolling across the screen, TONY STARK HELD HOSTAGE IN AFGHANISTAN, and your heart sank. “Is my daddy okay?” Pepper quickly switched off the television. She looked to you with sorrow in her eyes, and you knew then, even at seven years old, that Pepper was sleep deprived. She was worried.

She knelt down in front of you, her hands holding yours. “How about we skip school today, Y/N,” she said with a quick smile. She knew how much you loved school, but she also knew how mean kids could be. “We can go to the library instead. Get some new books to read.”

“Okay,” you said, “Is my daddy okay though? Why is he being held hostage?” Pepper’s features softened and her heart broke for you.

“I don’t know,” she said lowly.


It had been three months without your father, and you really thought that he wasn’t coming home. The kids at your school were mean about the situation, and for the most part, they were just repeating what they heard from their parents. But then, the day finally came when your dad was coming home.

You stood on the tarmac holding Pepper’s hand as a giant aircraft landed before you. You jumped up and down, waving your free hand in the air at the hope that your dad would see you and recognize you and be waving back from inside. And he was.

He trailed out of the aircraft with Rhodey, and as soon as you saw him, you started running. Pepper couldn’t stop you and she didn’t want to. When Tony realized what he was happening, he started running, too. Tears were already falling down onto his cheeks because it had been way too long since he had seen you and held you and were you taller?

“Daddy!” You exclaimed, throwing your arms around him in a bone crushing hug. Tony pulled you back out of the hug just to look at you, and you were grinning and crying at the same time. He pressed a kiss to your head quickly.

“Hey pumpkin,” he said as he wiped his own tears away. He pinched your cheek and you giggled. “I missed you so much.” You agreed with a nod as you grabbed his hand, leading him back to Pepper.

“I missed you, too! But don’t worry, Pepper helped me with my homework and everything so don’t worry about it,” Tony smiled at you before hugging you again. “I’m glad you’re okay, daddy.” He ruffled your hair.

“I’m glad I am, too.”

At ten years old, Tony couldn’t even believe that you were ten. It was your birthday, and for your birthday, he had surprised you with your own lab in the ever growing Avengers tower. It was complete with everything you would need for any sort of project, so long as it wasn’t dangerous, that is. In the brand new Y/N’S LABORATORY, there was even a fancy sign hanging above the door that Steve Rogers had painted for you, there was cake and drinks and presents and music. You had never really had a party before, because it had always just been you and your dad and that was it. Cake and a few gifts. But this was different and exciting. There were your new family members, Bruce and Clint and Thor and Steve. There were old ones, too, Pepper and Natasha and Maria. You couldn’t believe how much your family had grown in such little time.

“Open mine next,” Clint exclaimed. He sat on one of the pristine stools that were at the counter, and you smiled widely at him. Clint was a nice guy.

Inside Clint’s neatly wrapped box was half of the Fear Street collection by R.L. Stine, a mug with I Heart Hawkeye scrawled across the forefront, and a gift card to the bookstore so that you could collect more Fear Street novels. You beamed at him.

“Thanks, Clint!” You said sweetly. “I especially love the mug.” Natasha snorted a laugh, which was soon ceased when Clint elbowed her.

“When you get old enough to drink coffee, it’ll definitely come in handy,” he replied with a wink.

Tony watched the exchange with so much happiness inside of him that his heart might’ve actually burst. You were so happy, and that made him so happy. He hadn’t seen your smile so bright in years. You had seemingly turned into a little pre-teen over night, and he wanted to stop it. He wanted to go back in time, to hold that little baby again, to sing to that baby just a little while longer. But he couldn’t. So, he just tried to live in the moment that he was in.

At fourteen years old, the team had been assembled for quite some time, and you were relatively close with each member. It helped having Steve and Natasha and Bruce and Thor and Clint around, because they made you feel less alone. Your father was constantly busy with a new project when you were a freshman in high school, and so it was good to come home to more people to talk with.

After school one day, you walked home to the Tower with a heavy backpack of homework and pink cheeks. Pepper and Natasha were the people that you found in the kitchen. Pepper was staring at her tablet and Natasha was sipping on a late afternoon cup of coffee. You dropped your backpack onto the table with a sigh.

“Hey, Y/N,” Pepper said, glancing up at you from her tablet and smiling. “How was school?” You shrugged your shoulders and poured yourself your own cup of coffee before finally sitting down with the pair of women.

“You know, school,” you replied. Natasha raised her eyebrows at you. She couldn’t tell if your cheeks were just red because of the autumn weather, or if it was something else.

“Anything special, Y/N?” Natasha inquired, and you furrowed your eyebrows. “Anyone?” Your cheeks flushed a bright red when both Natasha and Pepper glanced at you inquisitively. Pepper looked rather excited then, because if you suddenly found a boy to crush on, she wanted to hear about it.

That was exactly it, too. You didn’t really understand it, but you were sure that you were experiencing your first crush. It was weird.

“Y/N?” A smile grew on Pepper’s face. “Ooh, do you have a crush?” Your face grew hot and you covered your face with your hands. Natasha and Pepper grinned at each other.

“I can’t believe it, the Stark is smitten!” Natasha exclaimed. You groaned.

“Shut up, Nat,” you spat. “I am not smitten. Okay? There’s just a boy in my spanish class that I think is cute.” Natasha and Pepper’s grins seemed to spread even wider.

“So,” Natasha wiggled her eyebrows at you. “What’s his name?” You rolled your eyes and pulled your notebooks and laptop out of your bookbag.

Pepper was sitting on the edge of her seat then, because you would usually tell her anything. Except everything in the past used to revolve around bullies and books, not boys. “I’m not telling you. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have homework to do.” The two women shared a glance before both sighing with defeat. You would crack sometime.

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The Recruit (Chapter 4) - Mitch Rapp

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “Day 12″

Characters: Mitch Rapp, Stan Hurley, Rob Russells & Reader

Warnings: Slow burn, some more touchin’, cursing.. there will pretty much always be cursing.. I curse a lot, so now you as the reader will to. I’m. Not. Sorry.

Author’s Note: Another favorite chapter, this one was just fun to write..

Summary: Stan has the recruits create an undercover identity so that they can infiltrate a college reunion and convince the guests that they were also members of the graduating class. Mitch and Y/N have a moment. 

Additional Note: This is very, very, very loosely based on like an idea from an episode of Quantico. Loosely being the operative word.

Additional Additional Note: In the original story, this is not Mitch x Reader, it’s Mitch x OFC, and her name is Willa, so when Rob says “Will Petersen blah blah blah” that’s where that came from.

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Stan stood in the front of the charter bus, his hands gripping the seats next to him, as he spoke to the recruits. “We’re going to be pulling up to the hotel ballroom in a few minutes. Just a reminder that going undercover is not going to be easy, and we will be stopping the people we see talking to you before they leave to see if they believed your cover story or not. Remember, College of William and Mary is a medium sized university. The graduating class of 2012 was about 2,100 people, so while it’s enough for you to get by, these people will probably be able to tell when they don’t recognize someone. If you don’t know your new identity backwards and forwards, tonight, you get punished back at the Barn. If you don’t know your undercover identity in the field, you get killed, so take this seriously. It’s not just a party with free booze. You’re all working.”

“Are we allowed to use each other to play off of our identities? No one ever goes to these things alone.” Rob asked, making a good point.

“That’s true, Russells. Most people would not show up to a five year college reunion alone, but I don’t advise this unless you know enough about someone else’s identity to not expose them as a fraud, and in doing that, yourself as a fraud.”

Mitch watched from behind, through the crack in between the seats as Rob turned to you and stuck out his hand for you to shake. “Nice to meet you, I’m Will, Will Peterson and I’m from New York City, and I speak three languages.” Rob grinned and Mitch smirked, and snickered to himself.

You stared at Rob with a deadpan expression, and left his hand still floating in the air. “……you stole my identity and made me a man?” Rob nodded, vigorously grinning. You rolled your eyes, and huffed, finally flimsily shaking Rob’s hand. “Fine. I’m Maggie Sheffield and I’m from Portland, Oregon. I swear, I think I once sat next to you at a football game at Zable Stadium." 

"This is going to be awesome.” Rob was overly excited.

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To Build A Home - Chapter 3

This chapter is absolutey awful but I had so much trouble with getting it done, and I’ve been a bit unwell. I hope you guys will forgive me! Next one should be out in a couple days. 

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WARNINGS: Child abuse, shoplifting, negative thoughts, and a fair amount of sad times. 

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When Virgil ventured downstairs the first official day in his new home, he found Patton and Logan sitting in the living-room, a delicious smell wafting in from the kitchen.

“Hey Virgil,” Patton beamed and Logan glanced up from his book. “I was just about to come and check on you. It’s almost midday!”

“What? Really?” Virgil had never been allowed to sleep in before but his new bed had just been so comfortable that it was nearly impossible to leave it. “Sorry, I didn’t realise it was so late.”

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