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Can I Be A Hero? Part 1

alSup my dudes! I am so hyped for this you have no idea! I just really love superheroes! So just to help y’all keep in straight (unlike me) Roman is Show Stopper, Logan is Brain Storm, Patton is Lion Heart. They are the good guys, Virgil is Runt, his older Brother Devin is Beta and His oldest sibling Aaron is Alpha. Hope that helps! Let me know if you want to be tagged, or not tagged if I tag you by mistake! Read the Prologue here first my dudes!

Warnings: Minor violence, past abuse, depression, suicidal thoughts, cursing

Words: 1608

Parings: None Yet

Tags: @fuzzypurplecloud @all-bc-patton-cant-let-go @sanders-sides-enthusiast @more-punk-pebble @fanfictionsideaccount


Patton smiled as he slipped out of his apartment, using the fire escape to take him to the roof.

“Show Stopper!” He cheered seeing his superpowered companion waiting for him on the roof, “Sorry I’m late I was taking a bit of a cat nap!”

Roman groans and shook his head, “I still do not get why you dressed as a cat when your powers aren’t related to animals.”

“I like cats!” He grinned spreading his arms in a playful manner, “So are we on fur brunch tomorrow?”

“Of course,” he pauses, “but I do hope you won’t bring your puns.”

“No purromises!” He grins, “So where’s Brain Storm? He is meeting us tonight right?”

“Yes!” Calls a voice from behind Patton, causing him to turn, “Sorry I’m late.”

Logan reaches their roof, looking slightly ruffled.

“Are you okay?” questions Roman, coming closer to check on him.

“Yes, yes,” dismisses the blue and black clad hero, “Sorry there was a mugger on my way over here and I couldn’t just let him go.”

“So I take it you weren’t home then?” Ask Patton, coming over to his still recovering teammate.

“No I was finishing up a paper and lost track of time. I changed before leaving the campus.”

“So what I’m hearing is you didn’t eat anything before coming out here.” States Patton, examining the paws on his finger-less gloves.

“I actually thought of that,” grins Logan, pulling a granola bar out of his utility belt.

“You are such a nerd,” laughs Roman, shaking his head, “Let’s go we are wasting moonlight!”

“How are we wasting moon lig- Hey don’t leave me!” Shouts Logan as he starts running after his two laughing friends.


Virgil groaned as another fist met with his stomach, hearing a hissed too slow from whatever asshole resided in his head. He knows realistically it’s his own voice, but that doesn’t mean he likes it, it just-

All the air is knocked out of him again, and his vision swims. He knows he needs to get out of this, it would be easy, but his head is swimming and focusing on one specific place is really hard, and besides does he really want to get out of it?

“Hey!” He hears shouted, making his ears ring, “No one picks on my baby brother but us!”

Oh shit, his brothers. “You done fucked up,” he muttered to his assailant, right before they get tackled off of him.

“What did I tell you about running off Runt?” implores Devin, helping him up, “Why didn’t you get away?”

Because I didn’t want to, an unhelpful part of his mind supplies, “He caught me off guard, I didn’t think to get him off me, I won’t be so stupid next time. ” Yeah, next time you’ll let them succeed in breaking you and let your brothers go on a rampage through the city.

He can hear Aaron finish up with the lesser villain that had attacked him.

“You better not be,” Aaron grumbles, hitting him on the back, “I hate saving your ass. You always put us behind, we have things to do.”

“Thanks guys,” he mutters, ducking his head because it’s expected.

“Just be better,” snaps Aaron, stalking off, “C’mon we have a job to do.”

“Ignore him,” Devin says, wrapping an arm around Virgil to help him follow along, “Alpha’s just in a bad mood cause we lost you and we lost time.”

Virgil nods, accepting his brother’s help. He allows his mind to drift, thinking back to when he couldn’t have his brothers help, back when their dad wasn’t in jail. It had only been about two years ago when Devin started treating him like an asset rather than a liability. It had taken Virgil saving Devin’s life for Aaron to realize he had value. After that they had allowed themselves to love their runt of a brother, he was no longer their dad’s favorite, and he was useful. But, it didn’t stop him from flinching or cowering away from them when they got mad at him.

He knew that ultimately their dad would have to be saved from jail, but a big part of him didn’t want to be around to see it. His dad was horrible, and he knew that, he just didn’t know how to escape this life asides from dying.

“Hey Runt,” asks Devin, nudging him a little, “You aren’t dying or anything are you? You’re normally quiet but not this quiet.”

“‘M good,” he sighs, “Won’t feel it till tomorrow, you know how it works.”

His brother sighed but didn’t press. They both know a side effect of his powers was that after the initial blow most of his pain didn’t come through for hours.

“Will you be able to do the job?” huffs his brother, getting fed up, “You froze, got hurt and now you’re trying to brush it off and it could get us hurt or killed.”

Wouldn’t that be lucky? Taunts the dark part of his mind, “I can do it, if not I will teleport home okay? Stop nagging me,” he says, moving out from underneath his brother’s arm.

“Will you two shut up!” Yells his oldest brother, spinning around on them, “Beta if the Runt couldn’t do it he wouldn’t be here. We are only six jobs away from having the funds to get him into the prison to get dad and neither of you are ruining this! SO shut up and pay attention.”

Virgil hunches his shoulders and nods, not meeting his brother’s eyes.

“Sorry Alpha,” Mutters Devin, going to walk beside him, leaving Virgil following from behind.

It doesn’t take them long to find the building they’re supposed to be stealing from.

“Alright.” Aaron says after they all reach the top of the adjacent building, “Runt do you remember the layout.”

“Yes,” he sighs, gazing over the building from their vantage points, “I will teleport in, get it out within a fifteen minute time frame and then bring it to you and you and Beta will transport it where it needs to go.”

“At least you have a good memory,” mumbles Aaron before he clears his throat, “Almost correct, because of that scuffle you only have ten were the cameras will be down. You know what to do if anything goes wrong?”

“Use the com,” he says, turning around to look at his brothers, “Can I go now?”

“Not so fast!” Cries a red clad hero from across the rooftop.

“Oh not this fucker again,” groans Devin.

“When will you three learn to not commit crimes?” Asks Show Stopper, making his way towards them.

Virgil can feel the hair on his arms raising and he knows something isn’t right, where were Show Stoppers partners?

“Guys? Where-” His question is cut off as someone places their hand over his mouth and yanks him away from his siblings.

He freezes in fear as he realizes him and his attacker had pulled him over the edge of the building, leaving them hanging over the edge.

He hears Aaron scream, “Give him back!” before the terror sets in and Virgil starts to fight weakly against his capture.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he recognizes the voice as Lion Heart, the cat themed hero partner of Show Stopper, “I know you don’t want to fight. Let me get you out of here?”

Virgil stops all movement, signifying he won’t fight anymore.

He squeezes his eyes shut as they start descending the building, Lion Hearts hand moving away from his mouth, “Le-let me.” He stammers out before visualizing the ground.

He hears Lion Heart gasp as they suddenly fall on the ground, “Well isn’t that neat!”

Virgil eyes him warily, feeling kind of weak from teleporting them both down.

He tries to pull his wrist away from the other man, “Aren’t we supposed to be enemies?”

“Yes!” the cat themed hero says cheerily, not loosening the ironclad grip he has on Virgil’s arm, “Which is why I know if I let go you’ll teleport away.”

Virgil narrows his eyes, but stops trying to yank his arm out of the other man’s grasp, “So what now? Take me to jail?”

“Oh no!” cries the flamboyant man, “I know you don’t want to do this.”

“You said that already,” hisses Virgil, looking up at the building anxiously, hoping his brothers are okay.

“Yeah I did! You see I’m an empath, I can read emotions when I touch people, which means I know you don’t wanna do this, and I have to ask before I even think of what to do with you, why do you do what you do if you don’t want to?”

“It’s what I got,” he shrugged, not sure why he was telling this hero about himself, but he felt oddly calm, “My brothers need me, this is all I’ve ever done. What choice do I have?”

“You could be a hero?” ventures Lion Heart, a hopeful look on his face.

“Yeah right,” he says shaking his head, trying to dispel the hope building in his chest, “I’m not a hero.”

“You could be,” repeats Lion Heart before letting go of his wrist, “I can feel the hope in you. But, I think we’ve disrupted you all long enough. I’ll let you go this time, think about what I said. If you wanna come talk I always do a solo paw-trol on Tuesdays! Keep in touch kitten!”

With that the cat-themed hero saunters down the alley chuckling at his own pun, leaving Virgil sitting there shell shocked.

“Di-did he just call me kitten?” mumbles Virgil, before deciding to go find his brothers.

If Lance and Keith had a video chat…

(Since I wasn’t able to edit in dialogue, whatever they’re talking about’s up to you ;) )

Can We Still Be Alone? (NSFW 18+)

A/N: This was inspired by two songs Windswept by Crywolf and Daning On My Own By Robyn (the Hunter Plake and Jack Cassidy version). When I heard them the ideas just started flowing. This is very different from anything I have written. I had @minhosmeanhoe on my mind as I wrote this. Not for any particular reason, she’s just my actual soulmate so I’m dedicating this to her. I really hope you guys like this (: Also, I’m pretty sure I proofread this! (Pretty sure)

Paring: StilesxReader

Warnings: Smut 

Word Count: 4988


Originally posted by fragileheartxxx

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Prejudice

Genre: Slight angst (if you bend to the right and hold arch your neck a certain way), fluff, smut, oneshot, College!au

Paring: NamjoonXreader

Word-count: 8.1K

Warnings: virginity taken, body appreciation, love-making, slight jealousy, judgements, ass-grabbing, eating out, slight dirt-talk, it’s really just a little love-story you guys

Summary: You never wanted to live on the edge and kept your distance from certain people, such as the popular ones like Namjoon. But just like your mother once told you, you should never claim a prejudice of someone you’ve never spoken to, maybe they will turn out really differently.

A/N: eyy, back at it again y'all. I hope you like my fluffy side of the story, worked hard on it since I’m lowkey a fucking ego from the inside. Also leave me some requests <3

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‘So… How about Namjoon? He is still alone.’

You immediately feel irritation and abhorrence creep up your body upon hearing his name dancing along your ears. And how can you blame yourself? Who in heaven’s sake wants to partner up with such a slacking college student as him?

'Can’t I do the project on my own?’ You ask hopefully, really not wanting to be a part of a team that is doomed from the beginning.

You don’t really have a problem with him. He is not a trouble maker at all, he keeps his mouth during the class and doesn’t bully even a little fly. It’s just, he knows how to manipulate someone so well that he, at the end, hadn’t even laid one finger on the subject. He put his name under it and tada, that was his project, though he didn’t do shit about it. You simply don’t want a partner who doesn’t show their full effort for the project. It’s just a bothersome to you.

'No ___, this project is spicificly ment to ameliorate your cooperation abilities. Now go and begin your project with him.’

You let out a sigh out of defiet. You know that the teacher’s words does make some sence and you can’t get away from the project this easy. That’s why you just accept your fate and walked up to the focused Namjoon. It’s how you always see him, phone in his hands and typing his life away. You never know what he does on his phone, he may be just texting all his so-called friends. Whatever it is, you don’t care about it anyways, it’s not your concern.

When you finally reached the table, Namjoon didn’t look up at you at all and just kept staring at his little screen, still typing. He is completely absorbed into that little thing called a phone. You don’t really know whether to try and get his attention or just to walk off, beginning the project on your own. But knowing that you’d have to put his name under it, only get you madder and more irritated than you already were, so you decided on talking to him. Maybe you can somehow still get him to join you into this project.

You softly tick on his shoulder, making him to immediately look at your face, gaze immediately boring into you soul. You gulp, wanting to escape his gaze as vastly as you could manage. You knew it was a bad idea to approach him, he will probably get anoyed with you or something. Why are you even scared of that anyways? Maybe it’s just the simple mind of a young person, being scared to be judged and to eventually get bullied if you don’t look out. Though, Namjoon isn’t a bad person at all, but the fear of getting this kind of judgemental gaze of Namjoon got you to suddenly fear for his presence.

Namjoon is a quite popular guy, since his looks are no joke. Besides his looks, is he also very charming and romantic build, that’s what you’ve observed at least. If he says something in this school about you, you will be doomed for life. A life of a student can take a turn like that, so being scared of it isn’t anything new to you either. You always have a slight anxiety for this topic.

'What?’

His voice suddenly broke your thoughts and brought you back to earth. You were appearantly staring at him like some weird creep and you immediately wanted to kill yourself right on that place.

'We have to do this project together.’ You managed to say without faltering your words. You wait for him to response, but he only nodded and turned back to his phone, showing you he isn’t really interrested in the topic. You are irritated, yeah, but you don’t dare to show it. You don’t want to make a scene with him and it will probably end on you embarrassing yourself, so you just decided on turning around and walking to another seat.

This is kinda how you are. You have so many thoughts, but bringing those thoughts out to the world? No thank you. You don’t like living on the edge, you want to keep it save. It’s how you’ve been living on this school, aware of the terrors that can be occurred in this little world. You’ve seen it often enough, girls getting cat-called by others, only because they made one crucial mistake. You’ve always pitied them and eventhough you wanted to defend them, letting them escape from the hideous world of bullies, you still knew better than to interfere. What could you have done for her? You’d most likely get cat-called after that too. It’s sad, but the hard reality.

You get ripped out of your thoughts again as someone had thrown their stuff on the table beside you. You jumped out of the shock, making a quick turn to look who it may be to disturb your thoughts like that. When you see the bored eyes of Namjoon looking into yours, you began to frown. Why is he here? Did your words kick some sense into his head? That couldn’t be it, you hardly said anything.

He sat down, eyes still on yours. It’s a weird vibe that he is creating along the two of you. You know that Namjoon isn’t a man of many words, but it still doesn’t fail for you to become awkward. It makes you anxiety to rose up again, thinking that he may be playing with you as he stares you down, deliberately creating the awkward moment. Some guys do that, looking at you and holding your gaze to tease you and to make you smile, but Namjoon is different. It’s cold and empty, not something you’re used to at all.

'Why did you walk away?’ He suddenly asks, finally showing that he isn’t just a statue. You wouldn’t be surprised if he was one. Maybe he could study 'being a statue’ for his career, it’s almost a perfect match.

'I assumed you wouldn’t want me sitting next to you, since you didn’t give me a reply.’ You say, looking down at your hands, which are fidgeting around each other. Though you’re trying to look calm and relaxed, your hands never fail to give away your feelings. The only thing you could hope for is that he wouldn’t notice your nervousness.

This made you question, is it normal to react like that to other people? Do other girls and boys also feel anxious about such a matter? Everyone always look so calm when they speak to others around the classroom and it got you a wondering if you were just the only one.

Namjoon let out a soft laugh as he shook his head. He found it amusing, somehow. By the way you’re fidgeting around on your chair, he knew that you were really tense from his presence. He didn’t knew a girl could be this effective while being near someone else, or maybe it’s just him. It’s adorable, he concluded. But that was only for a little second before he got back to his activity he was doing just a few seconds ago.

You got slightly disappointed by the lack of response and again decided on doing your own thing again. Though your head kept questioning to why he was chuckling just now and wanting to know why he shook his head, it got you scared of what he might think.

A lot of things scares you in this life and you’re very much aware of it. But over the time, you learned it was just some teenage thoughts you were having. It’s all a process, getting accepted into a group. It’s what all teenagers and college students want, being a part of a group to feel complete. Though, it’s not what you truly love to do, it’s something that society made you do. It’s a norm, being a part of a group and it’s hard to avoid. That’s why you decided to just go with the flow and to have a small group of friends to talk with you during the breaks. It’s everything you’ll ever need to survive this madness.

‘So, shall we begin then?’ Namjoon’s voice again rang through your head, making you look up from the text you were reading, well something that looks like reading, but because of Namjoon’s presence you couldn’t even focus so you’d have to read the same part over and over again. You look at him and nodded, giving him a kind smile, in return for his.

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Beauty and The Beast

paring: Bucky Barnes x reader beauty and the beast Au!

plot: based on the Disney movie beauty and the beast. 

a/n: I really hope you guys like it! It’s my first AU!

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words: 2827

Originally posted by mawj-t5101994


And the curse was broken with a single kiss, it was no ordinary kiss it was a true love’s kiss. True love the most powerful magic there is. 

“Y/n” you sighed as you marked the page in your book “ I am coming, Papa”. you ran into your dad’s workshop “Y/n” he called once again “I am here Papa” you panted as you stood beside him. “Yes Papa, you called me? I was just reading by book. I am at the part where the prince wakes the princess” you went on. “That’s lovely honey, can you go get some groceries from the market?” he asked, his face full of dirt, he was in the middle of creating something new. 

“Of course, Papa and can I” your father placed his finger on your lips preventing you from speaking “Yes Y/n you can go to the library and get another book” you smiled and gave your  Papa a big kiss on his cheek “oh thank you, Papa” you ran off once again “the list is on the kitchen table” you father shouted. 

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Road Rage//Scott McCall Imagine

Originally posted by fytwolf

Author: @celestial-writing

Warnings: Angst (what is new), some gory stuff if you don’t like that, fluff (mostly angst)

Paring: Scott McCall/Reader

Words: 3,185 (It’s long because I love angst)

Request: No

A/N: Hey guys! I’m so so so so so sorry that I haven’t posted! Life happened but here is the Scott fic I promised! It’s real and not a fake promise and sorry for posting so late but it was really the only time I could post! Just thank you to @dumbass-stilinski as always for supporting me and helping through a lot of shit! Also thank you @mf-despair-queen for helping me edit! This wouldn't be anywhere without you! 

Summary: Being Stiles Stilinski’s twin sister sucks when your brother is the most overprotective person you kow who has sworn off all dating for you. How is he going to react if he finds out about you and his best friend, Scott McCall’s four month relationship?


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The sound of little pebbles being pelted against your window woke you up slowly. You opened your eyes to see your phone lighting up in a message from Scott, which caused you to smile.

Scott ~ Hey babygirl, I’m here.

Scott~ Did you forget i’m coming over?

Scott ~ Hey, I may be pelting pebbles at your window

You opened the window to see a pebble flying towards. You dodged it before it could hit its unintentional target.

“Scott!” You whispered yelled.

“Sorry, (Y/N)!” He gave a sheepish smile and climbed up the tree like he always did when we met on nights like this.

“Hi baby.” He whispered and kissed you softly, his arms wrapping around your waist as you threaded your hand into his hair.

“Hi Scott…since you already woke me up from my beauty sleep, are you going to make up for it?” You smirked, pulling away slightly and he let out a soft laugh.

“You bet, princess.” He smirked, his hands slowly traveling down your back and grabbing your ass, squeezing it to make you let out a small moan. You grabbed the back of his neck and pressed your lips to his feverishly. You traced the seam of his lips with your tongue and he gladly opened. Your tongues battled for dominance as you slowly walked backwards, but you hit the back of your desk, causing the lamp sitting on the edge to fall off it.

You pulled away to see Scott’s shifted yellow eyes and took a breath of fear. You knew Stiles heard. It was a heavy ass lamp and it must’ve sounded like a broken window.

“He’s up..” Scott mumbled, his eyes slowly turning back into the beautiful chocolate brown you were accustomed to.

“Into my closet. Now..” You demanded, pushing your boyfriend into the closet and shut the door quickly behind him.

Stiles opened the door quickly with his bat in hand, wearing only his small Star Wars boxer briefs, ready to attack the non-existent intruders. He looked down to see the broken lamp and gave a sigh of relief, dropping his bat.

“Oh thank god. I thought someone broke in and you got kidnapped or something. I was ready to call Dad and Scott.” He said quickly and jumped over the bed to give you a hug.

“Yeah. It’s fine Stiles… I just woke up and I accidently hit the table and the damn lamp fell.” You lied to him, thanking to god he couldn’t see through your lies.

“You’re lucky dad isn’t here or the whole police squadron would have been here. Let me get a broom so we can clean this up.” He let go, giving a smile and went back to get a broom but a noise came out of the closet and Stiles poked his head back into the room, his whiskey colored eyes matching yours.

“What was that?” He asked suspicious, grabbing his bat for protection again.

You looked at him and gave him a cheeky smile. “Nothing Stiles, probably just Landon messing around in there.”

“O-okay.” He said questionably and left to get a broom. You opened the door to see a smirking Scott holding your black cat, cocking his head slightly.

“Scott! You almost got us caught again!” You whispered yelled at him.

“Maybe I want that to happen.” He looked at you, his gaze unwavering from your own.

“Do you remember what happened freshman year with-” You whispered, your arms crossing over each other until you got cut off.

“Yes. I remember…” He mumbled, his eyes downcasting to the floor.

“Just stay in here a little longer please…then we can cuddle and talk about lacrosse.” You pleaded, giving him your signature puppy dog eyes.

“Okay…” You gave him a kiss on the nose and shut the door before Stiles came in with a broom and dustpan.

“Cat?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah, he was messing with my shoes again.” You smiled and helped him the big pieces, throwing them away in the trash.

You finished after fifteen minutes of cleaning up. Stiles constantly looked at the closet door and you bit your lip, hoping Stiles didn’t think anything about it.

“Night (Y/N). Turn the light on when your going around your room next time.” He smiled, the comment joking and heading back to his room.

You loved Stiles. He was your twin brother and was always the person that was there for you but, some of the negatives of being Stiles Stilinski’s twin sister is that he is the most overprotective person you know. You don’t take it a bad way, but when you’re trying to have a good night with your boyfriend, it ruins the mood.

Fifteen minutes passed and you let Scott out of the closet. He let out a long sigh, giving you a longing look.

“Why don’t you want to tell him about us?” Scott whispered.

“We have been over this Scott.” You mumbled, getting into your bed.

“(Y/N), we have been dating for over four months. I’m done hiding from your brother. He’s my best friend, (Y/N).” He didn’t crawl in the bed and you looked at him with a pout.

“But you know what ha-”

“With Jackson at homecoming and then with the “date”. Yeah. That happened two years ago, freshman year and Stiles hit his Porsche with a cruiser. I know. He told me. He told me that no boy is allowed to date you until you’re 90 but I’m in love with you, (Y/N). I don’t care if Stiles gets mad at me and doesn’t want to talk to me…I want to be with you…” He looked like a lost puppy and slowly walked towards you.

“Scott…I’m not ready to tell him. Okay…just maybe soon…” You mumbled. “Can we just cuddle…?”

“Baby-”

“Scott, he will run you over with Roscoe. C-can we please just drop it, okay?” You let out a shaky breath and he took your hand, rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand.

“Fine…let’s just go to sleep..” he pressed a soft kiss to your hair and your body relished in the feeling and he finally crawled into the bed, wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling your body flush against his back.

“I love you so much, (Y/N).” He whispered in your ear and nestled his face into your neck.

“I love you too, Scott. I always will.” You mumbled back and fell into a dreamless sleep, the deep sounds coming from Scott’s chest lulling you into sleep.


The bed was cold and empty in the morning, void of him. He always left before Stiles got up, but of course that meant Scott left when you were asleep and it was awful. You hated hiding away but it was needed. Anytime you mentioned a boy you liked, Stiles would shut you down about it, investigate the kid and make some crazy theory that he was out to kill us.

Stiles never let you go out to parties unless it was Lydia’s and even then, he always made sure either he or Scott was by your side. No miniskirts, no crop tops, nothing revealing to get boys to hit on his baby sister (it was by two minutes, by the way). The only good thing was that you were always with Scott because Stiles trusted him. Lucky enough, you had the biggest crush on Scott and he had the same for you. It started with secret kisses in janitor closets, to hiding away for hours at Lydia’s parties, and now spending the night at your house. You wanted to tell Stiles. You wanted to be open, be able to hold hands, and call him your boyfriend, but you were just scared of the repercussions.

Your phone went off. You grabbed it to see the handsome face of Scott McCall holding a puppy at the shelter.

Scott ~ Morning baby, sorry I left earlier than normal. I heard your dad come in so I left.

Scott ~ Hey, I got something for you at school I need to tell you about.

Scott ~ I love you.

There was a small knock on your door so you couldn’t respond to Scott like you wanted to. Opening the door, there stood your dad, holding a small coffee in his hand with his kind smile.

“Hey kiddo. Stiles told me you broke your lamp last night.” He let out a low chuckle.

“He’s up already?” You rubbed your eyes, taking the coffee from his hand.

“No. Texted me last night.” You nodded and took a sip of the burning hot liquid that, just by the smell, woke you up.

“Yeah…sorry dad. I heard a bird hit my window and I accidently hit the lamp.” You mumbled, leaving the door open and putting down the coffee to find a shirt in your closet.

“Could that bird be named Scott McCall?” Your mouth dropped open and dropped the shirt in your hand. You looked back at him and shook your head sputtering.

“I-I don’t know what you mean dad…” you sputtered, your skin starting to turn hot.

“It’s okay…I won’t tell Stiles. I promise. Just be careful next time.” He shook his head, giving you a small smile.

“You knew?” You asked in bewilderment.

“Sweetheart, I am the sheriff. I know almost everything that goes around here.” He opened the door and was about to shut it until he pointed to the XL condoms he left on the desk.

“Also, don’t forget, there will be no little Stilinski’s and McCall’s running around.” Your dad shut the door and you grabbed the condoms, quickly hiding them away before letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.


Stiles knocked on the bathroom so loudly and profusely that you dropped the curling iron in your hand but luckily, you didn’t burn yourself.

“Stiles! What the hell do you need!” Grabbing the curling iron and putting it back on the counter and opening the door to see your brother with a pissed off look.

“It’s my time for the shower, (Y/N)! Y-what the fuck are you wearing?” He said, looking you up and down with disgust and you rolled your eyes. You’re wearing your shortest shorts that didn’t leave much to the imagination and a tight top with a low neckline.

“I’m wearing clothes, Stiles.” You shook your head and walked back to brush out your hair.

“No. You’re not walking out of the house like that. Go change.” He demanded, crossing his arms as he glared at my outfit.

“Stiles, you’re not dad, and he likes the outfit.” You pushed past him and sashayed to your room, grabbing the stuff you needed for school and left the house without a word from you. You knew Stiles was mad and that was exactly what you needed now.

Scott’s POV

Scott waited at your locker before school everyday. It kind of looked like he was waiting for Stiles, since your lockers were next to each other, so your cover was kept.

It was your idea to keep the relationship a secret and Scott, of course, went with it. He loved you so much and he never wanted you to feel uncomfortable doing anything. It was just awful when he could hear other guys talk about you, like you weren’t his…which technically, in their eyes, you weren’t. It hurt that he couldn’t hold your hand in public, and kiss you before class, and see you in the stands wearing his lacrosse jersey.

It was all Jackson’s fault for hurting you. It was Jackson’s fault for tricking you into a “date” and leaving you in the pouring rain, crying your eyes out. Stiles and him picked you up that night, and he remembered holding you in his arms and he never thought you looked more beautiful than at that moment in time. That was also the time Stiles swore off any guy ever being with his baby sister, and Stiles never forgot that promise.

Scott heard the small sounds of footsteps behind him, shaking him away from the small memory. He grinned slightly knowing it was you, hearing your steady heart beat that always calmed him. He looked behind him, but frowned seeing your sour expression.

“Hey (Y/N), what’s wrong?” He asked softly.

“I don’t know. How about you tell me how my dad knows we are dating?”As you opened up your locker angrily.  

He took a double take, shaking his head. “(Y/N), I-I have no idea. I have always been careful-”

“Well you clearly haven’t, Scott!” You looked at him and his head was staring at the ground.

“You know what? I try, but it’s goddamn hard when your own girlfriend doesn’t even want your own best friend knowing they are together. Or anyone for that matter!” He yelled at you and that made you step back from him. Turning, you slammed your locker and walked away, shaking your head and heading to class.

Scott was pissed at you. All he wanted was you and now he was going to get what he wanted and of course, he thought without thinking and ran right to the baby blue jeep owned by Stiles Stilinski.

“Stiles!” Scott yelled and a head popped out of the hood the jeep, hitting it in the process, which was also followed by a string of curses.

“Yeah, Scotty. What do you need?” Stiles asked, closing the hood and walking over to his best friend, who kept fidgeting with his hands. Scott shuffled in place, staring directly into his best friend’s eyes.

“I’m dating your sister. I have been for a while. I sneak through her window at night, we make out under the bleachers. Hell, I’ve fucked her into oblivion a few times! But she wanted to keep it a secret, which isn’t fair to me. To us. I want everyone to know I’m fucking your sister and that I’m so in love with her, it hurts!“ He stopped as quickly as he started, knowing what he did was a mistake. He closed his mouth and looked for Stiles expression but saw nothing but heard his heartbeat rise.

“I-I’ll talk to you later Scott…” Stiles grumbled and walked away into the school. He let out a frustrated groan and hit the car next to Stiles’, which put a large crater into it. The first bell rang and Scott reluctantly went to class, overthinking what he did. Stiles could be fine with it, he didn’t look that upset but, also, Stiles could just be waiting to get off school grounds to get enough wolfsbane to kill him.

(Y/N) POV

You looked for Scott during lunch, your anger subsiding from earlier and the feeling of guilt hitting you. You couldn’t find him anywhere and you kept sending him texts.

Baby ~ Scott? Where are you?

Baby ~ Scott? I’m sorry.

Baby ~ Please talk to me.

You went outside but to only be confronted by Scott sitting on the benches, staring at his bike. His knee was bouncing wildly as he was lost in thought.

“Scott? Hey, you okay?” You asked softly and he jumped as your touched his arm and he relaxed under your touch.

“Y-yeah…i’m fine.” He mumbled looking down like puppy who got yelled at.

“Hey, what happened?” You sat next to him, hooking your fingers under his chin and pulling it up to make him look into your eyes.

“I told him, (Y/N). I don’t know what got into me but I told him.” He looked down ashamed and felt my heart dropped.

“You told Stiles…what the fuck, Scott! You promised this would be a secret.” You got up slowly, hurt filling you that he went against your own wishes.

“I didn’t know what go into me, I was just so mad that you are so scared to be with me, scared of Stiles-” he rambled but you cut him off.

“I’m not scared of Stiles.” You said, crossing your arms.

“Yes you are! You hid our relationship for months, you even hid it from Lydia for a while because you were scared Stiles was going to find out from her! Your own best friend.” He looked at you and just felt so frustrated.

“That didn’t give you the right to go behind my back and tell him Scott.” You let out a breath to calm yourself from breaking down right there.

Scott didn’t say anything back to you as he just bouncing his knee and that made you even more mad. You got up from your spot and looked down at him, glaring at the boy who had just broke your heart.

“I can’t do this, Scott.” You mumbled. “I can’t be with someone I can’t trust.”

“(Y/N), no. Please don’t walk away. Don’t fucking walk away from me.” He said as you started to head towards your car.

The one thing you didn’t hear was the old Jeep start up and roll towards Scott as he entered the road.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry…please I lov-”

The blue jeep hit Scott at quite a fast pace, causing Scott to be thrown against the pavement and the Jeep to come to a stuttering halt. Scott let out a howl of pain, causing people around you to notice the scene of your brother running over your boyfriend. Scott started to bleed profusely, his skin turning red but also healing at the same time. You tried to move towards him but the pure shock took over you and it felt like your feet were stuck in cement. You finally felt like you were free and ran over to him quickly, grabbing his hand. Tears falling freely from your cheeks as you whimpered, seeing the damage.

“S-Scott…” you said frantically and he didn’t say anything back.

“Scott…wake up…please..” You heard the car door open and Stiles stepping out, walking up slowly behind you.

“(Y/N)..” he whispered softly, looking away from you and Scott.

“Call Dad, Stiles.” You looked at him brokenly, your heart breaking as your didn’t see your brother but more of a monster, as you slowly felt Scott wake up in your arms. You wiped your tears and caressed his hair.

“(Y-Y/N), you don’t know what he s-”

“I don’t give a fuck Stiles! You ran over you’re fucking best friend! Call dad…” you yelled and saw the pack come out of the high school.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know what was happening.” He whispered.

“Don’t talk to me Stiles…I hate you.” You looked at him numbly as Isaac quickly ran over to gently  grab Scott and help you get him in your car and race him to the hospital. You left Stiles in that parking lot, wallowing in the guilt that he had potentially just lost his best friend and little sister and wondering if he was not better than the Nogitsune that had possessed him months before.

Oh no

Summary: Steve and Y/n were best friends, until he started dating Nancy. All your feelings flew out the window as you guys stopped talking and with a new guy in school, you took your chances. But…it was never the right fit with Billy, was it?

Requested: by my brain, because I am in love with Steve Harrington!!!!

Paring: Steve Harrington x reader

Warnings: s2 spoilers, maybe mild cursing at best. 

Word count: 2,750 (sorry I am trash)

A/n: I know I have only done Dean Winchester fics (which I deleted), but I can’t stop thinking about Steve Harrington/Joe Keery…im such trash. I didn’t expect to write anymore fics because having my work out scares me a lot but…with the encouragement of close friends I’m just gonna put this up. I hope @blushingdean finds it good, and thanks @waywardlullabies for reading it over, Ily guys so much!! 

You sat in your car, clutching the wheel with white knuckles in a daze. Tears streamed down your face from time to time as you watched Steve Harrington fall in love with Nancy day by day at the school parking lot. You saw the kissing in the hallways, in the gym, outside by his car, everywhere. So, you decided to move on. You and Steve had stopped talking and you started seeing someone else your junior year. He was as old as Steve, but he was new and completely different. Maybe a change is what you needed. His name was Billy Hargrove.

“Y/N, are you going to Tina’s halloween party tonight?” Bill whispered close to you with a smirk on his face. You shrugged and held your books tight against your chest as you walked down the hallway with him.

“I don’t think so…it seems like a waste of time..” you bit your lip and heard him moan as he always did when you turned down plans.

“You always say that, just come and actually have fun for once. Don’t make me look around for someone else..” he raised an eyebrow and a piece of you knew he wasn’t lying. You knew he was no good but he was willing to give you more attention than anyone else around you.

You walked past Nancy and Steve leaning against his car. He looked at you for one moment before his eyes traveled to Billy, who had his arm around your waist and a cigarette in his mouth. Steve had a slight scowl but it lasted for one moments before his lips were on Nancy’s. You looked at Billy and without knowing it, all the anger you felt made you answer.

“Lets fucking do it Hargrove. Let’s get shit-faced.” Billy beamed and clapped his hands together before pulling you close and kissing you. He smelled like dirty gym shorts and cigarette smoke, but you felt someone was looking at you so you kissed him back. Everyone thought you were crazy for dating Billy, and you honestly didn’t care as long as there was someone distracting you.

Halloween night your younger sister went trick-or-treating with her friends as a sheet ghost. Billy honked his car horn for 10 minutes straight until you ran outside and flipped him off before getting in the car and slamming the door. He hit the gas, driving down the road like he was in a race with himself. You got to Tina’s packed house in minutes and the music was blasting down the whole block. It was only an hour in and people were outside throwing up from the fruit punch and cheap vodka inside. You walked in, and the first two people your eye caught were the people you wished weren’t here. It seemed like Steve and Nancy were in an argument as she poured a cup of punch and drank before walking away. 

Tina was trying to talk to you, Billy was nowhere to be found so you did what you knew you needed to do. You drank until you forgot who Nancy was, which was about three red solo cups of that nasty punch. You found Billy on top of another girl upstairs which frankly didn’t matter to you as you shut the door and brushed the hair our of your face. Billy was trash and you felt more stupid than ever for even letting him kiss you. You Stepped outside thinking of how many diseases Billy probably carried. The little kids ran past you smiling with big bags of candy, and it made you wish school was over so you could leave this haunted town. Will Byers coming back rocked the community in a different way, and you never wanted to see Steve with Nancy again. You went inside for a soda to wash the taste of crappy vodka from your mouth only to find Billy’s car gone. Shocker. 

You opened the can and took a couple of gulps before someone walked straight into you and made you spill the can on the floor.

“Why don’t you wat-” you stopped screaming when Steve yelled “sorry” and kept walking away. He never turned around and you debated what to do. You hadn’t talked since your sophomore year, what would you say? You watched him drive off faster than ever. A while later, Nancy was seen walking outside with Jonathan. You started walking home in the cold, with everyone outside it wasn’t a big deal. You flipped Billy off the next day when he tried calling you a vulgar name like it was cute. The school buzzed about the Steve and Nancy break-up with everyone gushing about how perfect they were.

“If you ask me, they weren’t right for each other. It was obvious she liked Jonathan more.” You chirped into your friend groups conversation more snobby than you would have liked.

“You’re just saying that Y/N. You’ve always liked him so…” Tina said teasingly as you rolled your eyes. Steve was at his locker putting books in his bag. You rolled a pencil on the floor his way after thinking about how to talk to him. You walked over and picked the pencil up, holding it to his face.

“Is this yours?” He shakes his head so you just throw it in your binder then lean your back against the locker and stare at him. He seems spaced out, lost.

“Come on Harrington, words.” you scowled and shuddered feeling like Billy had rubbed off on you.

“Why are you even talking to me Y/N? We haven’t talked since last year!” Steve slammed the locker and turned to you, his eyes squinting. You felt frozen with your face turning red.

“I was trying to help you!” you screamed at him and turned around, storming down the hallway. You felt like an idiot until he called out your name. You didn’t stop walking but seconds later, his hand was on your shoulder.

“Y/N, wait hold up- look, i’m sorry…”

You turned around to him and held your books tighter to your chest. He took them from your hand and smiled softly while walking besides you. You pretended to be mad until he flashed that smile of his at you and just like that, it was like he had never stopped talking to you for a year.

“I didn’t even hear you coming after me, how did you manage to be so quiet?” you laughed, distracting him from any thoughts of Nancy.

“Remember, I’m a ninja” he winked at you and kept walking with you. You pushed your hair behind your ear and smiled softly before punching his arm. That was all it took to become his friend again. 

“How was Tina’s party for you, Y/N?” Steve asked as he walked with you. 

“Well, not too great. I had to walk home in the cold, and some jerk named Steve pumped into me while I was drinking my coke.” you looked at him and gave him an awkward smile that only comes out of nervousness. 

“Oh shit-that was you? Why didn’t you stop me? I could have given you a ride!” he was apologetic but defensive at the same time. You just shrugged and kept walking. 

You felt Days went by where you thought he wouldn’t text but he did, and soon you guys were making plans every Saturday so that you could do stupid stuff like run until your lungs gave out or buy ugly matching christmas shirts. He mentioned Billy occasionally now that he was back in your loop, but mostly remarks about how he was an ass. 

You and Billy had been on and off. You didn’t know how he managed to get you back in his arms but Billy had this weird way with words that masked who he was. You didn’t know if this Steve thing would become romantic or stay platonic forever, and you even reassured yourself that you didn’t like Steve anymore. It wasn’t until close to christmas time that Steve invited you over to his house, claiming he’s been spending too much time taking care of little kids. You jokingly called him a soccer mom repeatedly that day which he took, but you could tell he needed company. It came out that Nancy and Jonathan were now a thing and he was festering inside about it. The night before you were supposed to see Steve, Billy managed to convince you to go out with him for a shake. That ended with a hickey on your neck right under your jaw that took forever to conceal the day of.

You went to see Steve with a huge turtle neck and your hair up in a ponytail. He opened the door in one of the most hideous glowing sweaters you’d ever seen with a wide smile on his face like he got an A in the science fair.

“Woah..that sure is…something Steve.” you pointed at his shirt and looked up at him. He led you inside and then took off his sweater soon after because it was blazing inside with his heat up. He claimed his mom hated the cold and he wasn’t allowed to put the heat down for a second. Sweating bullets in this big sweater he soon forced you to wear one of his “old” T-shirts. You changed and came downstairs, walked past a mirror then ran back and looked at your neck. No more concealer. Big purple mark on your neck. You bit your lip trying to think but you didn’t have that much time so you untied your hair and prayed for it to cover. 

Steve turned the corner and stared at you before handing you your cup. You were relieved he didn’t notice until you were watching TV together. He turned off the TV and faced you. You looked at him confused until he moved your hair back to show your hickey and gave you the “really” face. 

“you thought I wouldn’t notice purple peeking through your hair?” he laughed at you and you put your face in your hands laughing before you looked back up at him.

“hey! to my defense I never knew you were so observant! where was all this observation skill during sophomore year science?” you raised an eyebrow at him and he pushed you back lightly on the couch. He took a sip of his drink before putting his arm around you and pulling you close. 

“Look, I know it’s none of my business but-that new kid, Billy? he’s a major ass” you couldn’t see his face, but it sounded like he was thinking hard and long about every word he would say.

“It is none of your business” you laughed before leaning closer to him and whispering “but i don’t like him if that’s what you’re trying to figure out.”

Steve smirked for a minute and nodded while biting the inside of his mouth and fixing the top of his hair.

“Oh? So a hickey is just because you hate him so much?” he said sarcastically which made you roll your eyes.

“Why do I always find myself rolling my eyes around you, Steve Harrington?”

“Because, it’s just the curse of being this beautiful. You can’t look for too long” he gave a beauty pageant smile and fakingly fluttered his lashes. you punched his arm and put your head back on his shoulder.

“So if you don’t like him, who do you like?” 

“Somebody. Nobody. Who knows?” you shrugged and laughed before taking his mug and drinking some of his hot cocoa which you believed he had perfected more than yours. At the end of the night he insisted on driving you home “to make up for last time” and when you got to the front door, you waved him off and he waved back before driving away. Were you still as in love with Steve Harrington as you had been? No way.. You pushed the idea down and closed the door, showering and jumping into bed. As you closed your eyes you said something out loud in the comfort of your room for the first time in your life.

“I am in love with you, Steve Harrington.”

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Like clockwork, he waited outside your class and took your books from your hands while walking you to your next class. Billy had slept with a couple of other girls and you didn’t talk anymore, but people told him that you’d been offly close with Steve now. You saw him walking down the hallway towards you with a sparkle in his eyes and before you knew it he was holding you and kissing your neck. 

“Get off me you pig!” you shrieked and pushed him off.

“What? Too afraid to show Steve what a slut you really are?” Billy said with a smile on his face like he had just told you good morning. You looked over worriedly at Steve who nodded to himself and gave you back your books. Is he gonna walk away? you thought.

“Oh no..” Steve said softly before he punched Billy to the ground. You stood in front of Steve before he could go for another punch and told Billy to just leave while you pulled Steve down the hallway and out the school to his car. Billy was laughing on the floor and screaming “you’re dead Harrington!” 

“Why did you do that! He would have just gone away!” you went to go flick his forehead before he grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer to him. His eyes were a light brown, his lashes longer than you remembered with his hair slightly messy in the front. He was breathing heavily and his eyes were focused on you, his cheeks a bright red.

“I asked you who you liked, and you never told me Y/N, but i’ll tell you-” he said as he leaned down and kissed you with his hands on your cheeks. You closed your eyes and put your arms around his neck, smiling against his lips slightly. After a while he broke the kiss and put his arms around you, smirking.

“I was hoping you wouldn’t mind kissing me.” he joked and you bit your lower lip and smiled at him. You gave him another soft small kiss on the lips.

“I didn’t mind at all…” he took your books back and this time put his arm around you while you walked back into the school building.

After that, it was like a dream. He came over all the time, sometimes even climbing up your window just to see you! You were on the shy side and he would always have to kiss you over and over for you to stop telling him to leave before he got caught. He took a year off college while he worked with his dad and you were a senior in highschool. You laid on the hood of his cars most weekends in the summer while he told you about how he still talks to Nancy’s younger brother Mike, and how he’s been told he’s a darn good babysitter. You totally didn’t believe him until he shower you polaroids of him which only made you laugh and tease him. “Forever a soccer mom!” you would shout while running around the car with the pictures, him chasing you for them back.

On this particular trip together, he drove to the usual spot but before getting out turned to you and stared for a while. The summer sun was gone but the humidity was very much there.

“Y/N, I have to tell you something…” you stared at him a bit worried until he reassured you it wasn’t anything bad.

“Y/N, I’m in love with you…I love you…is that too soon to say?” he shrinks back a little like he’s about to get slapped but you just stare at him then smile wide and give him a soft kiss with your hand on his cheek.

“I love you too…” you smiled and he put his hand on the back of your head as he pulled your head towards him and kissed you long and hard. He helped get you on his lap while he sat in his seat and put his arms around your waist. That was the kiss that mattered the most to you.

This was where you belonged, in his arms. He was all yours now.

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“I am worried about Loki.” Thor admitted one day as he and Tony sat in the garden spending some much needed quiet time together. Loki was sequestered away in the library, searching for a particular book and had waved them away, saying he would join them later.

“Ever since we learned of this threat, of Thanos, he has not been himself. Even this, opting to stay in the library instead of with us is… unusual. Especially since we have only been home for a day. It is unlike him to even let you out of his sight so soon after returning.

“I know.” Tony nodded. “Does he have nightmares when you are traveling as well? Or are they just when he is home?”

“You have heard him.” Thor sounded upset. “I had hoped you would sleep through them.”

“If anyone knows what a nightmare sounds like, it’s me.” Tony said ruefully, idly plucking the petals from a daisy. “He isnt very loud, but it still wakes me.”

“He dreams of his time when he was captured.” Thor sighed. “When we are away, they are worse, and he hardly sleeps at all. When he does sleep, it is pressed against me as if I can save him from whatever is in his dreams. Yet he refuses to speak of them.”

“Yeah, I know how that goes.” Tony tossed away the mangled daisy. “I think I know how to fix them. His nightmares I mean.”

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Lost in love: Prologue

Paring: Chanyeol x you

Genre: fluff, smut in future 😏

Summary: Kyungsoo is your cousin and he helps hook you up with you crush, Chanyeol.

A/n: I want you guys to let me know if you want me to make this into a multi chapter fic or if you just want me to finish it as a long post 😊
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“I think you should just ask him out” your cousin said on the other line. You were making a long distance call to China to get his advise on what you should do about your feelings for his fellow member, Chanyeol.

“Kyungsoo, I can’t. You don’t understand because your an idol as well. A regular person like me can’t just ask out an idol for fuck sakes, I mean have you seen him?” You scoffed back. You’d had a crush on Chanyeol since Exo debut but you never said anything because you figured it wouldn’t make a difference anyways. Every girl gets a crush on an idol, it’s normal. But it wasn’t until you met him in real life that you started to consider giving it a shot.

“Y/n, how many times do I have to tell you that he likes you! He never fucking shuts up about how pretty you are, and how he wants to spend time with you. Can you please for the sake of my sanity, ask him out?” Kyungsoo protested. The thought of being alone with Chanyeol made butterflies erupt in your stomach, and your palms become sweaty.

“I’ll think about it, okay.” You sighed, hoping to relieve the tension.

“Well I’m going to talk to him about it because I know you’re probably not going to do it anyways, loser. Anyways, I have to go now. Fuck, this movie is taking forever to film.” He was shooting for a heavily anticipated action movie and was the only one in China, as the rest of the members were with you in Korea. You missed him a lot since you guys were close your whole lives.

“ I love you, dickhead” you replied.

“I love you too. I’ll talk to you later”

After the call had ended, you received a text from Chanyeol.

“That was fast” you mumbled to yourself while opening your messages.

Chanyeol: Hey 😊 what are you up to later? If your not busy do you wanna go for a drive?

After reading the text, nerves were starting to settle in. Was this actually happening? Do you reply right away or should you wait a while so he actually thinks you have a life and weren’t just talking about him.

You: hey! No I’m free 🙂 and that sounds awesome! Is 7 okay?

Chanyeol: that’s perfect! See you then 😉

You flopped back down onto the couch with a sigh, completely in a daze. You couldn’t believe that in two hours, you would be driving around the streets of Seoul with the most handsome man you’d ever laid eyes on.

Two hours went by fast and after you were ready, you patiently sat at your kitchen table waiting for his arrival. You couldn’t stop thinking about what was going to happen. The anticipation was killing you and you were nervous to see him. The last time you had spent any kind of quality time with him was when you sat next to him on Minseok’s couch at the last party he threw a week ago. Suddenly your phone rang and snapped you out of your thoughts. It was Chanyeol.

“Hello” you answered, as calmly as possible.

“Hey, I’m out front.” He responded. His voice sounded so seductive in your ear, low and raspy.

“I-I’ll be right out” you stumbled over your words while still caught up in your previous thought.

You hung up the phone and walked to the door of your apartment, quickly giving yourself one last glance in the full length mirror before leaving. You wanted your outfit to be simple but sexy, so you wore high wasted, blue jeans with a white, Spaghetti strap tank top. The outfit accentuated your curves and breasts perfectly so you knew he would drool.

After getting out of the elevator in the lobby, you could see him leaning up against his Mercedes. He was wearing black jeans and a black zip up hoodie, his dark brown hair a tousled mess at the top of his head. You could see the shiny gold of his Rolex watch poking out of the sleeves of his hoodie as he play with his phone, waiting for you.

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Nerves - Chris Evans Smut


Paring; Chris Evans x Reader

Words: 1234

Rating: 18+ (smut, fingering, unprotected sex)

Request:

Hi may you write Chris Evans smut. One of you guys having sex for the first time and youre nervous because its been a long time since youve had any intimacy thanks!

I hope you like this and is what you wanted. I loved writing Chris. It was my first time writing him and I am planning on writing a lot for him. Let me know what you think

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Chris is slowing kissing Y/N’s neck. She has her hands on his hair and is tucking it lighting when he sucks the skin into his mouth. A soft moan escapes her lips when he flicks his tongue over the sensitive spot on her neck. He stops kissing her neck and moves towards her mouth.

His lips meet hers in a heated kiss. It is filled with passion. His tongue moves with hers and Y/N feels herself getting wetter by the second. She and Chris never had sex before but she feels that tonight is the night that it will finally happen. Y/N is scared because it has been so long since she has intimate with someone. He didn’t even manage to get her to orgasm.

When Chris starts pulling her shirt over her head he notices how hesistant she looks at him. ‘What is wrong babe?’ he asks her. ‘Nothing’ she says quickly. Chris arcs a brow at her and she knows she has to tell the truth now. He will never let it go if she doesn’t tell him. Sometimes it is quite annoying how well he knows her.

‘It has just been a while’ she tells him honestly. This is the part where he leaves screaming. Instead of doing that he kisses her sweetly. ‘How long has it been?’ he asks. ‘A few years’ Y/N tells him. A blush is creeping on her cheeks. ‘Well, then I be sure to make you feel very good tonight. That is if you want to do this with me’ he says. ‘Yes’ Y/N says quickly. Chris his famous smirk appears on his face.

He clips her bra open. Y/N puts her arms in front of her naked breast but he removes her arms. ‘Don’t hide, you are gorgeous’ he tells her. He takes one nipple in his mouth and rolls the other between his fingers. A loud moan escapes her lips.

While he is busy with her busy with her breasts one hand starts fumbling with her skirt. He puts it down in a swift movement. He looks into Y/N her eyes with a proud smirk and she only rolls her eyes at him. ‘Can I?’ he asks when he pulls on her panties. Y/N nods her head and he pulls the down her long legs. ‘Perfect’ he growls and kisses her just above the beginning of her slit.

Y/N removes Chris his jeans and boxers down his legs. His dick springs free against his stomach. It is already hard and slick with pre-cum and it is huge and gorgeous but she wonders how it is going to fit inside of her. Nothing this big has ever been inside of her but she wants it inside now. She moves her thumb over the tip. It is immediately slick with pre-cum. Chris removes her hand from himself. ‘Tonight is about you’ he tells her and pushes her back down in the bed. He hovers over her and kisses her sweetly. Y/N feels herself getting even wetter with anticipation.

Chris puts one finger inside of her. Y/N hisses at the contact, it is has been way to long since she did something even remotely intimate. ‘You are so tight’ Chris mumbles. He starts moving the one digit in and out of her. His thumb is rubbing lazy circles on her clit. His blue eyes are clouded with lust and he looks up at his beautiful girlfriend. Her head is thrown back and she is breathing heavy. He is making her feel so good with just one finger.

Chris puts another finger inside of her and a soft moan escapes her lips. His fingers move in and out of her in a faster manner and his thumb is rubbing her clit harder. Y/N squeezes her eyes shut and moans louder now. ‘Chris I am..’ is all she manages to say before the familiar feeling approaches her. Her stomach tightens and the muscles of her pussy hold on to Chris his finger when she comes all over them.

‘You are perfect like this’ he tells her when he is looking at her in awe. He licks his fingers clean and then licks his lips. His eyes darken even more and Y/N moans at the sight of Chris licking her juices of his finger. ‘I really want to eat this pretty pussy tomorrow’ he grins at her and sucks his fingers back into his mouth after he dibs them back inside of her for a second to even lap up more of her juices. Y/N moans again when he talks dirty to her. It turns her on even more.

Chris removes his fingers from his mouth and kisses her slowly and passionately. She can taste herself in his mouth. ‘Are you sure you want this?’ he asks her again. Y/N nods her head and looks at the man on top of her. He is everything she ever wanted and is so lucky to have him in her life. Chris grabs his dick and lines it up with her pussy. It is glistening with juices from her first orgasm. He pushes in slowly and hisses at the feeling. She is a lot tighter around him than he expected and is makes him feel better than ever.

Chris is inside of her and waits until Y/N feels comfortable around him. After a few seconds, she tells him to start moving. So, that he does. ‘I’m not going to last long’ he tells her honestly. He is moving slowly and with every move he hits his g-spot. Y/N moves her nails over Chris is back leaving scratches. Soft pants are escaping her lips every time he hits her special spot.

Chris starts rubbing Y/N her clit while is he moving faster inside of her. He almost leaves her empty before he rams back in. Y/N is panting and her head is thrown back. ‘Chris’ she moans loudly. Chris his lips find hers in a rough kiss. When he stops kissing her he moves his head towards her neck and starts sucking harshly on the soft skin leaving marks all over.

‘Chris’ Y/N whines when he stops moving inside of her to kiss her sweetly. He grins at her and starts picking up the pace. Y/N grabs a hold of his shoulders when he pinches her clit in a harsh matter. ‘Chris’ she yells out when he does so. A shiver run down his back when she does. He is going to make her yell his name as many times as he can. It is an amazing sound. ‘Are you close?’ he asks almost out of breath. She can’t talk anymore so she just nods her head.

 Her stomach starts to tighten and her muscles are spasming around Chris. When she finally cums a scream escapes her lips and she tightens around him. ‘God, Y/N’ Chris groans when he comes inside of her. Her pussy is milking his cock until he goes soft and pulls out of her.

Chris rolls over and pulls her naked body close to his own. ‘I love you’ he tells her honestly. Y/N smiles lazily up at him and puts a lovely kiss on his naked chest. ‘I love you too’ She tells him. Chris pulls her even closer to him and closes his eyes. Y/N falls asleep with a huge smile on her face.


Requests are open! 

The Plan

A/N: Okay so I wrote this fic for @kdfrqqg ‘s first writing challenge. I chose the prompt “You’re soft. I love you.” with the paring Crowley x Reader. I hope all of you guys enjoy this and feedback is appreciated! Also this takes place during S11. Nothing big but the Darkness is mentioned so ya

Warnings: Fluff?? Drunk reader. Crowley’s boner. Kissing. Kissing in front of people?? If that’s even a warning. Screaming Dean. And a little bit of language.

Words: 1,616

Paring: Crowley x Drunk!Reader

Prompt: “You’re soft. I love you”

Tagging: @kdfrqqg @professsionalsinner @marksminions

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Hold Me Tight

Paring: Jungkook X Reader (ft. unrequited love Taehyung)

Word Count: 3.4k

Genre: Angst (College AU!)

A.N: Hey guys! Welcome to my writing debut on this blog!! I hope you all enjoy a little bit of sad Taekook~ Make sure to look out for many more of our amazing works coming soon, and don’t forget to send in requests! 

- Lexi ^^

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Don't Call Me 'Princess' (Harry Hook x Reader

Request: “hi! can I have harry hook imagine when he fells in love with jasmine and alladins daughter {it might have happened when she came with Lonnie and vk to rescue Ben or in Auradon}. Number 15. thanks!

Paring: Harry Hook x Reader

Warnings: None :)


The second Carlos and Jay let it spill that Ben got himself captured, you were not letting them leave without you. Despite their claims that it was ‘no place for a princess’, you were persistent.

“You guys didn’t have this problem when Lonnie asked to come along!” you said defensively.

“It wasn’t asking as much as demanding.” Carlos replied.

“Then I’m demanding that you let me go! I may not know the Isle like you guys, but I know who to fight to get what I want.” You then pulled a sword from the sheath on your hip, pointing the tip of it centimeters away from Jay’s throat.

Being the daughter of the Princess of Agrabah and ‘Street-Rat’ themselves, you got this sword from your dad. He stole it from one of the Arabian guards that worked for Jafar. You liked using it to get Jay to do your bidding.

He put his hands up in surrender. “Alright, alright. You can come.”

You smiled in satisfaction and put your sword away. Works every time.

“Just try not to get yourself into any trouble.” Carlos warned.


Before you could actually start making your way to the Isle, Evie had to give you a villain-makeover. The teal silk you wore before was replaced with leather in a similar color and you only got to keep one piece of gold jewelry, but hey, whatever it takes to get the king back.

Once Evie had you dressed Isle-Style, you were finally seated in the limousine that brought the VKs here, and the one that will be their transportation back.


When you arrived, the strong scent of salt water and fish filled the air. You looked around as the boys covered the limo with sheets.

“In here!” Evie called, pointing to a big, rusty metal pipe.

You, followed by Lonnie, and Jay, stepped into the pipe as Carlos could be heard telling Dude to stay put. Soon after, his footsteps echoed from behind. There was a light at the end of the pipe and the ocean smell got heavier.

At the exit, there stood a ship full of dirty pirates. So that was the crew everyone has been talking about. You and the gang stood behind Mal, but any attempt to look intimidating was crushed by the size of opponent’s team. Standing right in front of Mal was a girl with her teal hair woven into little braids, and atop her head, a pirate hat. Uma, daughter of Ursula, the supposed new ruler of The Isle of The Lost.

To the side of the ship you spotted Ben. He was being inched closer and closer to the edge of the plank of wood. The only thing keeping him from plummeting into the sea was the grip another member of Uma’s crew had on his collar. If it weren’t for the crimson coat and silver hook, you’d wonder who he was, but it was crystal clear. The son of Captain Hook, Harry.

You’ve never met him face to face, of course, but you have heard about the sarcasm in his voice that was coated in his Scottish accent and the spark of insanity in his blue eyes. You didn’t have to look into his eyes to see the insanity, you saw it in the smile on his face when he shoved Ben, nearly over the edge.

“Ben!” you shouted.

Carlos handed Mal the phoney wand. “We’ll give you the wand, just let him go!” Mal pleaded.

Uma motioned for Harry to bring Ben over. He reluctantly obeyed and he walked the captive to his captain’s side.

Mal held the wand out for Uma to take, but she was smart enough to have Mal prove it was real. To our convenience, Dude disobeyed Carlos’ orders to stay with the car, and now sat on a wooden banister to our right.

“Mal.” you whispered to her shifting your eyes to the dog.

She got the memo and pretended to put a spell on him that allowed him to talk. I guess him eating that truth gummy came to our advantage.

Convinced by the talking dog Uma demanded that the rope wrapped around Ben be cut.

Harry sighed. “I never get to have any fun.”

There’s the accent.

Harry pulled out his sword and in a swift move, sliced the rope. A sigh of relief coming from Ben.

“Now, give me the wand!” Uma shouted.

“Give me Ben!” Mal shouted back.

With a nod from his captain, Harry pushed Ben towards us and Mal handed Uma the wand. With a final shove from Harry, you grabbed Ben and pulled him up from off his knees.

“Are you okay? Did they hurt you?” you asked in a worried tone.

“No, they didn’t hurt me. I’m fine.” he assured you.

It was then and there that Uma decided to try the wand’s magic for herself.

“Guys!” Mal called. That was the queue to run back to the dock.

You turned to follow the plan and make a run for it when you came face to face with a certain hook-handed pirate.

“Hey there, princess.” Harry smirked.

Shouts erupted from Uma’s crew as she slammed the wand over her knee, snapping it in half.

In that instant, you snatched your sword and swung it at Harry, only for him to block it with his hook. He pulled out his own sword and with another swing your blades clashed together.

A sword fight broke out between Mal’s team and Uma’s crew. The sound of metal crashing against metal filled the atmosphere.

“What’s a pretty lady like you doing on this side of the barrier anyway?” Hook asked as he swung his sword again, which you blocked.

“Saving the King of Auradon from a crew of psychopathic pirates.” you replied, dodging Harry’s hits.

“We’re not all psychopaths.” he smirked.

“Right, just you, huh?”

Harry chuckled. “Got that one right, princess.” he winked.

“Don’t call me ‘princess’"You slammed your fist into his jaw, snatched his sword from his hand, and stabbed it into the leather of his coat, pinning him to the wooden pole behind him.

He let outta few heavy breaths. ”You’ve got fire, I like fire.

You stepped back. “Oh, I’ve got more than fire, Hooky.” It was your turn to wink.

Mal and the gang all stood together at the dock. “Y/N!” Mal called.

You bowed in acknowledgement. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance Harry Hook.” You smirked before turning back to walk away. You felt his eyes on you as you joined Mal, Ben, Evie, Carlos, Jay, and Lonnie. Mal kicked down the bridge that connected the ship to the dock and everyone walked through the pipe.

You gave Harry that sly again and teasingly saluted before following the others.

Harry smiled and laughed a bit, still pinned to the pole with his own sword. “I like her.”

Hope you liked it @bitchqueenoftheworld!

“We’re All A Little Psycho” - Daniel Sharman Smut

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Paring: Daniel Sharman x Reader

Warnings: NSFW smut, oral, unprotected sex, cussing (duh), mentions of death, death, violence, and blood, and heartbreak.

Word Count: 9,307

Release Date: December 9, 2017

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Author: @lukehemmo134

*Psycho Daniel is hot, I’m not lying. SEE YOU GUYS IN HELL, FUCK. ALSO, I’M GONNA GET A LOT OF SHIT FOR THIS AFTERWARDS, WOOPS. DOn’T SHOOT!* - Adri

Y/N’s POV

You watched Mr. Sharman pace back and forth in front of the room, giving you a lecture on the Greek gods. You had already known a good bit about the Greek gods but you never actually went deep into the subject unlike Mr. Sharman, he seemed to be heavily taken up by his work and you admired that. Mr. Sharman always seemed to put so much effort into his lectures it was hard to imagine him sleeping at night –you couldn’t quite fall asleep either these past few days. That’s why this was your favorite class, he was passionate about his job and you wanted to do just the same one day.

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Secret Love Song ii

Originally posted by baekheeyeol

Paring: Baekhyun/Reader

Warning(s): Angst, Mentions of cheating, generally a lot of tears

So you guys wanted a sequel to Secret Love Song and I got some feedback on what kind of ending to go for so for all intensive purposes this the good ending. If anyone wants a bad ending I could so that too.  Sorry this isn’t very good, I’m not good with fluff, I’m better with angst.


You did your part but would Baekhyun?

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Unspoken Words (Jungkook scenario)

Paring : Jungkook/ female OC

Genre : Angst

Requested by @lessbaby2002: “Hi! I really love your scenarios! Can i request a Scenarios of Jungkook when his 02line girlfriend got into a deep coma after car accident? Thank youuu!!!”

A/N : thank you for sending your request, and I’m so sorry it took me so long TT. I hope you like it. I apologize for any mistakes. I didn’t give her a name because what happens in the story is sad so I just used ‘she/her’. THERE WON’T BE A PART 2!!! you guys pick the ending ^^ ENJOY!

Originally posted by officialwookkibby


“Happy birthday.” Jungkook said sweetly, as he held each of her hands in his.

The birthday party just ended, and all guests left, everyone but her boyfriend. It wasn’t official but they were definitely not just friends, he didn’t ask her out yet but he hinted that she was going to be his one day, every chance he got, and she could tell he was jealous whenever one of her classmates flirted with her or showed interest, but he never said anything, only throwing hints.

Unlike her friends’ relationships, he wasn’t her age, nor did he go to the same high school when they met.

He is her neighbor’s youngest son, and if her mother wasn’t the type to make friends with everyone, meeting Jungkook could have never happened.

The fact that they both lived in the same neighborhood helped a lot when it came to developing the relationship, back then, he was always around, saying that he’ll take care of her, and often asking if someone was bullying her. But now he is a college student, and there is a distance between them. When he told her he was going to move, she almost started crying, thinking that he will go to another city, but luckily he didn’t have to, he was just an hour away from her and he promised to come see her every week.

And he did keep that promise.

Even now, her 17th birthday, and he was there with her, holding her hands. 

“So, um, you said you’ll give me my gift when we’re alone…” Technically, they weren’t alone, her parents were in the house but there was no one else in the bedroom. She actually thought he was going to pop the question, and just end the confusion everyone else had about the two of them.

He took a deep breath, and opened his mouth, only for a sweet voice to come out, soft melody, and beautiful words. He was singing, to her. For her. That was the gift.

It didn’t sound familiar, which means he might have made that. She stared and listened to him in awe, when he finished he smiled shyly and squeezed her hands.

“Happy birthday.” He repeated.

“Did you make that?”

He nodded cutely.

“Woah!” Her reaction made him chuckle. She knew he had a nice voice but she didn’t know he could make a song, well it wasn’t a full song, but still, it was amazing to have someone who will write something and sing it for her like that.

It hit her after a few minutes that he wasn’t going to ask her out. She sighed, she was happy but it was bothering her.

“What is it?”

“Nothing…” At this point, lying to Jungkook was pointless, he knew her like the back of his own hand.

“I know there is something, come on, you can tell me.” His voice was like a whisper, soft and sweet. So she gave in.

“Would you like to go out with me?” Jungkook was confused, it was written all over his face. It was late for a date, and it didn’t make any sense. She sighed again. “I mean, do you want to be my boyfriend, officially?”

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I want to 1st say that I love this tumblr! Thank you for your hard work. You guys are awesome! Now, having sat in traffic for 4+ hours, braving flood waters and having those same waters claim a piece of my car:( I'm wondering if you all can rec some natural disaster fics?Stiles and Scott are my faves. I'm not partial to any paring but if you've got any Sciles or Sterek fic where Scott and Stiles friendship is awesome I'd appreciate it. Thank you!

I’m so sorry you had to go through that. I hope everything’s better now. - Anastasia

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channel five evening news by spiekiel

(1/1 I 6,301 I Teen I Sterek)

It’s a weird camera angle, over Derek’s shoulder from the phone still clutched in Stiles’ hand like a lifeline - just the shell of Derek’s ear and the dark shock of his messy hair, and Stiles’ face hidden mostly by the line of his neck, but both of them are crying, laughing -

Scream by Heather_Night

(1/1 I 7,067 I Teen I No Pairing)

The floor shifted without warning and Scott threw an arm out to the side to catch his balance on the wall and steady himself. Was this an earthquake? They were more prevalent in the southern half of the state but everyone knew about the San Francisco Earthquake of 1906.

“Um, guys?” Scott called urgently.

The guys in question ignored him.

Stutter and Shake by zosofi

(1/1 I 9,166 I Teen I Scallison)

The likelihood of a major quake of magnitude 7.5 or greater hitting California in the next thirty years is 46 percent.

Jackson’s Surprise by Uthizaar

(6/6 I 11,594 I Explicit I Stackson)

magine if Jackson had never left when he had turned into a werewolf? If he had buckled down and got serious about things; school, friends, pack, Stiles. Because it was Stiles that took him back from the edge, Stiles that refused to give up on him once he had turned into a blue-eyed werewolf. As the years rolled by and Jackson became a strong, dependable member of the pack, it was apparent to everyone but the two of them that they should be together. After a little persuading and a lot of awkward conversation, Stiles and Jackson finally started dating…and other things! Jackson knew that Stiles was worried about the future, about them all splitting up and going to different colleges, different cities. His plans for their final Christmas together was to spend it away, but then a snow storm blew those plans awry…

On Anchors and Rudders by Unloyal_Olio

(3/3 I 15,135 I Mature I Sterek)

Stiles might be a sentinel, but Derek is a werewolf. Derek is not and never will be a guide.

W-e-r-e-w-o-l-f.

There is no way in hell he’ll be a guide. No. Way. In. Hell.

Head Full Of Doubt / Road Full Of Promise by Vague_Shadows

(4/? I 16,829 I Explicit I Sterek)

The Pack survived til graduation, and now they’re figuring out what the hell to do with their lives. Special guest appearances by the Winchesters.

Aftershocked by pyes

(2/2 I 21,560 I Explicit I Sterek)

The first time that Derek kisses Stiles, they’re in the Jeep—which is sideways—while they’re trapped in an overpass collapse.

It’s the second time when things really get scary.

Howls & Arrows by howl-to-the-wind (greenleaf)

(5/? I 27,767 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles could barely breathe as he read through the contents of the notebook, his eyes scanning the design of a device, a seismic device. Someone wanted to replicate the earthquake that hit Starling City two years ago. Someone wanted to destroy Beacon Hills the same way it leveled the Glades and killed hundreds of lives.

The Pack won’t be able to handle this alone. They needed to call in some help.

Just the Same by ericaismeg

(7/7 I 68,066 I General I Sterek)

Something is seriously up with the captain of the lacrosse team. There’s just no way Derek Hale is human.
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“I was wondering if you’re even human. You move so quickly. I mean, it’s ridiculously fast. No human should be able to move that fast, y'know? It’s unfair for us. I mean, it’s obvious you work out, and I don’t, so that could be why, but like…I was just wondering if you were human, that’s all.”

“Stop talking, Stilinski, or I'll—”

“Put me on the bench all season?” Stiles asks knowing full well that Derek Hale can’t threaten him with shit.

When the Storm Blows In by Niecy8

(26/28 I 84,447 I Mature I Sterek)

Derek and Stiles have just moved into a new house together to finally start a life together. They barely get settled when a hurricane threatens to roll into town for the first time in a hundred years. With the storm blowing in so does two men looking for shelter from the storm. What happens when Stiles opens the door to the familiar face - something worse then the hurricane itself and it will change Derek and Stiles lives forever.

Seeds of Paradise by AzulMountain

(20/20 I 99,396 I Mature I Sterek)

Peter Hale brings chaos to the world by initiating an ancient ceremony to create a flower maiden in order to open Paradise. Humans will once again know their place, under the blessed wolves, and Peter will rule them all as King Alpha. One wolf and one flower maiden, a spellbound Stiles Stilinski, are the keys to opening this heavenly gate and Derek Hale will not allow his mate to whither and die before his Paradise is realized.

As if the possible world ending pressure isn’t difficult enough for the McCall pack to manage, a conspiracy to bury the Argents, High Druid Deaton, and Sheriff Stilinski is in the works. A deranged Gerard Argent, multiple natural disasters, a nosy FBI agent, and new little charges keep the pack frantic as they try to assist Stiles and Derek to Paradise, so he won’t become a weeping willow.

The Elements of Chaos by Litcraz

(21/21 I 171,170 I Teen I No Pairing)

Stiles is an Elemental. He has fire at his fingertips, the earth is pliable under his touch, controlling the air comes as easily as the flick of a wrist. But Stiles is more than that - he has a future that neither he nor anyone around him could have imagined. But there are those who can, and they have plans for Stiles all their own.

When Stiles and Scott are lured into the Colorado mountains, they find that a great evil has been waiting for them. Unwittingly releasing the nightmare from its cage, the boys soon find themselves in a race to save not only themselves, but those they love and everyone in Beacon Hills. To make matters worse, Stiles’ powers are starting to slip from his control and take a life of their own. If he is to save not only his friends’ lives, but also their souls, then Stiles must take back control and master the forces of nature. But it won’t come easy.

Mon Bibliothécaire-- Marquis de Lafayette

Request!:  Laf flirts with you tirelessly, every day he comes into your book shop like clockwork, asking about books, but mostly you. Finally after weeks of him pestering you, you finally accept his offer on a date, and you have a lot of fun! You begin courting before the revolution, before he goes off to war you say “promise me you’ll come back alive?” And he says “only if you’ll be my wife when I come back?”

Paring: Lafayette X Reader

Triggers: Cursing. MAybe we cursed idk. THE FLUFF IS REAL, a real dick bag guy named Rousseau Rouballsack as I like to call him

Words: 2600

A/n- I wish we could have done this is french. THIS IS THE NEW CAMPING AND WE LOVE ITS SO CUTE AND FLUFF. We died about 15 times while writing this. this is the third time ive remade this post. sigh. ENJOY

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The owner stopped in front of the desk again, “Merci, Y/n, and if you’re harassed, just send for Rousseau-” 


“And what if I’m harassed by Rousseau?” You asked.

The owner smirked, “You can handle Rousseau. Now, I am off, bonne chance, Y/n.” ((good luck))

While looking after the owner, as they left, you saw a tall man standing in the window. He was looking at you. You smiled and busied yourself, with taking a stack of books to the other side of the store. The door chimed as the owner left.

You heard the bell of the door chime again, and then hands were under yours taking the books away from your grasp.

“Let me help you.”

You looked up to see that it was the tall man you saw in the window who took the books.

“Thank you, sir.” You began to study his face. If facial hair was finely cut, and his seemingly really curled hair in a tight bun. He couldn’t be that much older than your age of 22.

“Where?” He said motioning to the books. You prayed that he didn’t see you staring.

Your cheeks heated up, “Oh, sorry, over by the the book shelf by the window.”

Once he set down the stack of books, he turned to you. He took a breath then announced, “I want to buy a book.”

“Okay, sir-”

“Lafayette.” 

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New Found Love (3/3)

A/N: YOU GUYS ARE SO SWEET WHAT EVEN!!!! You guys are amazing and thank you all so much for supporting me. It means a bunch you guys don’t even know. So this will be the final part of this small series, but I plan on writing more soon! I have some ideas in mind. :)

Paring: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: None. More and more fluff and some swear words

Word Count: 809

Part One | Part Two

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Natasha had dead ass saved Bucky and me asleep on her phone background. I wasn’t mad, but I did find it strange. This week was my week with Tony, which was a good and bad thing. 

“Hey, Kiddo!”

“Tony. I am literally in my late 20′s. I’m not a kid.”

“Younger than me is a kid.”

I rolled my eyes and went over to the desk and started looking at all the files and other assortments that he had contained. He had some soft 80′s rock in the background. I laughed when it suddenly changed into Dream On.

“(Y/N)! It’s your jam!”

I scoffed and continued the file assortment. Tony kept urging me to sing, but I wasn’t going to budge. After the song ended he huffed.

“You’re no fun.”

And here we have an actual child, Tony Stark.

“I am fun, but only with certain people.”

“Like Barnes.” He muttered.

I turned around and saw the wide grin on his face. He knew. I set down the paper I was holding and faced Tony fully and crossed my arms. I waited for him to continue, as he normally does.

“Natasha showed me on her phone. Just be careful, okay?”

I blinked a couple of times at him. Is this the same Tony Stark? He reached out and grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me in for a hug. I forget how close he was to my parents. My mom was just sixteen when she got pregnant with me. Tony was there to raise me when needed. (a/n: this is why he was petty in the first part)

“Don’t worry, Tony. It’s different this time.”

“How so? How is this any different than the guy who–”

“Because I love him.”

He smiled and took a step back looking behind me. I turned to see Steve and Bucky standing at the door. Steve with a massive smile and Bucky with a look of disbelief. 

“You…You love me?” He asked.

“Uh, I. I-I didn’t mean…well…no I did but I didn’t think you would be here and…I am a mess, so I didn’t think you would feel the same way.”

Steve couldn’t contain the laughter that came from his mouth. He reached out and hugged me before Bucky could do anything.

“Oh, Shorty, He is nuts over you.” He whispered.

I looked over at Bucky who was still standing there in shock. I pulled away from Steve and walked over to Bucky.

“Do you want to step outside?”

He gave a small nod and walked with me to the balcony. I leaned over the rail and smiled at the view of the Trees once more.

“So I guess I should explain myself,” I said.

“Yeah. Please explain how someone like you loves me? What good am I? I’m a monster, (y/n). You could do so much more.”

I closed my eyes and took a breath. I reached over and grabbed his hand.

“James Buchanan Barnes, you are not a monster. You are someone who has gone through so much because you wanted to help the country. I wish you didn’t have nightmares about HYDRA coming back and taking you. I wish you didn’t have to be afraid every time we have a mission in Europe. I wish I could take away all your pain, because I love you, Bucky. It hurts me to see you this way, and I want to be with you every step of the way if you’ll let me. I’m not going to expect you to love me back, but I do care about you. So much more than you realize.”

He grabbed my waist and pulled me close. One hand rested on my love handles and one in my face. I looked at his hand on my hips and went to pull it away.

“Don’t. You. Dare. You are beautiful in every way. Intelligence, nerdiness, and your curves.”

“Buck, there is a difference between fat and curves. I’m not curvy. I’m fat.”

“You. Are. Stunning.”

His thumb slipped over my bottom lip and I subconsciously licked my lip after. His mesmerizing eyes were staring into mine, yet going back and forth between my lips.

“I love you more.” He said before placing a soft kiss on my lips.

I moved with him in sync as we both were in the moment. His lips were bigger than mine, making up for where I lacked. I reached up and played with the back of his hair while my other hand held his face.

When he pulled back he laughed at my slightly swollen lip.

“Does this mean you’re my girl now?” He asked.

“Only if you want.”

“Yes, ma'am.” He said kissing me once more.

He pulled back and smiled one last time before taking my hand.

“I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you most.”

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AGHHHHHHHHH GUYSSSS Can I kiss Sebastian Stan passionately in a balcony?!?!? Let me know what you think guys! And send in any requests for new fics, asks and messages are always open !! – Jen!!!!!

Faking It - part 4

Paring: Bucky Barnes x reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes, reader

After getting news about a family reunion coming up, the reader decides to set up aplan to  make her look like she isn’t as single as she actually is. But when all her candidates can’t go, she’s left with the only person who she least expects to go along with the plan.

Word count: 2.7k

A/N: leT ME TELL YOU this was longer than expected, but you guys love this story so much so ya’ll will enjoy it. Smut chapter is next and I’m rolling up my sleeves on it. If you want to be tagged just ask and if I forgot you, (because people are constantly asking to be tagged so I forget a few people) I do apologize

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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Originally posted by justall-myfeelings

 The light poured in through the open windows. You squinted at the rays and pulled the duvet over your head. Bucky’s arm was wrapped around your waist. He groaned and buried his head in the pillow. His grip tightened on your hips but quickly loosened. You were about to fall asleep once again when your phone rang. An annoyed moan escaped your lips. You turned and reached over Bucky’s torso to grab your phone. 

“Hullo,” Your voice rough. 

“Y/N did I wake you?” Your Mother asked. 

“No,” You lied, “I was just….making breakfast." 

"I see,” You knew that she was smiling. You could practically hear it through the phone. “Tomorrow is the gala. You know the one that your Father’s company hosts each year. I’d like for you to come. It would be your first time.”

The charity gala happens every year. All of your Father’s coworkers and bosses, get together for some drinking, eating and mingling. There is even an auction. Women and men volunteer to be auctioned off as dates and all the money goes to charity. The idea of being auctioned off makes you think of slavery, but other people think differently because the money goes to charity. Nonetheless, the idea puts a bad taste in your mouth. 

“I don’t know,” You said. “I don’t even have a dress.”

“That’s okay! Your sister and I are going dress shopping today.”  You winced, knowing there was no excuse to get out of this one. “We’ll pick you up at around 2 PM, be ready by then, Erika doesn’t like waiting.”

You gave her the address to the house and hung up. Your shoulders slumped and let your phone fall onto the bed before settling back under the sheets.

“Who was that?” Bucky asked.

“My Mother,” You mumbled. “We have to go to a charity gala tomorrow.”

“Dress code?” He questioned.

“Formal of course,” You said. “You’re gonna need a suit.”

You and Bucky have been to enough formal parties, galas, and other occasions to know the routine. Thanks to Tony, who had probably gone to more galas than you can count. Fortunately, back when you were a teen you weren’t able to go because it’s 18+. Now, you’re over the age restriction which means that your Mother is ecstatic to have her whole family there.

“Is your entire family going?” He asked.

“Nope,” You were relieved. Your Aunts never went, mainly because they all have children that were under 15, so there was no one to care for them.

“Are you going out?”

“Yes,” You sighed. “Mother wants to go dress shopping. Call Tony, maybe he can recommend a tailor or tell you where the nearest Men’s Warehouse is.” You patted his chest and pushed yourself off the bed.


“I’ll be back later, Bucky,” You called and adjusted the strap of your small backpack.

He nodded and pecked your lips, knowing that your sister and Mother were watching. “Tony hired this specialist, they’re gonna get me fitted for a suit.”

“Make sure it’s a black tie,” You added as you walked away from the door.

“Y/N, Bucky is good-looking and rich? You hit the jackpot!” Your sister exclaimed when you entered the car.

“This is Mr. Stark’s home. Not Bucky’s,” You snorted at her comment.

The store you went to, was in Hollywood of course. It was a very expensive store and you certainly weren’t rich. Beautiful gowns were lined up on racks along the walls. A clerk approached the three of you.

“Welcome, ladies, how may I help you today?” She asked.

“We’re looking for evening gowns,” Your mother said.

“Event?” The woman asked.

“Gala,” Erika intervened.

“Right this way.” You followed her further into the store until you reached back section where even more dresses were waiting to be picked. You began a search for your own dress. Very lazily, you eyed each dress you touched. In reality, you didn’t know what you were looking for. You didn’t know what color, what design.

“See anything you like?” Erika asked. You shook your head as she took out a dress and motioned for the clerk to put it in her dressing room.

“Would you ladies like some champagne?” A different clerk asked.

You smiled and gladly took a glass from the tray she held. Erika on the other hand refused. She wrinkled her nose, “I absolutely despise that stuff.”

“You’re no fun,” You mumbled as you threw your head back and guzzled down the strong liquid. The next half hour you walked around the store, with your glass in hand and your mind not there. You didn’t want to be here, but here you sadly were.

When it was your mother’s turn to try on her dresses, you and Erika sat down on the provided couch while she got into her first gown. You had lost count of a number of champagne glasses you had consumed, yet you continued to request a refill.

“So Y/N,” Your sister began. “How’s Bucky in bed?”

You nearly spit out your champagne. Instead, you choked on the liquid and coughed violently. “Did Betty put you up to this?” You eyed her.

She shook her head, “Can’t I ask? It’s not like I didn’t tell you the first time David and I had sex.”

“Yes and I am forever grateful for that valuable information,” You said sarcastically. The last time you had sex, was in a one night stand. You certainly weren’t going to tell her that.

Your mother tried on all four of her dresses. After ten minutes of arguing, all three of you came to a conclusion that dress number 2 was the better choice. Your sister was next. She jumped up excitedly and waltzed into the dressing rooms. You leaned back and ran your finger over the rim of the glass.

“Are you okay Y/N?” Your Mom asked.

You were pulled out of your daze and turned to look at her before giving her a sheepish smile, “I’m great.”

“I love it!” Erika exclaimed as she walked out of the dressing room. “Mom look at the sweetheart neckline!” She squealed and ran her hands over her chest.

“It looks good,” Your mother agreed.

“But,” Erika added. “It doesn’t show my curves and the color is too bright.” Without another word, she disappeared back into the dressing room.

Erika tried on a total of 7 dresses. You offered pointers on which ones looked good and which ones didn’t. Finally, she was brought down to two dressed. A black tight gown with a sweetheart neckline that she adores and a pale pink maxi dress that had a thigh split. After careful consideration, she went with the black dress.

“Your turn, Y/N.” Erika smiled.

“Oh, I didn’t find anything,” You said bluntly.

“We aren’t leaving until you find something,” Your mother threatened.

You turned to the clerk, “Surprise me.”

Minutes late you found yourself in the changing room with three different gowns. The first one was such a terrible combination of red and white, that you didn’t bother to come out of the room. Instead, you slipped into the second dress. A beautiful creme colored dress with a plunging neckline. A thick gold belt rested just below your breasts. The skirt split at the thigh and you had to admit, you looked great. You walked out of the dressing room and stood on the elevated platform in front of the mirror. Your mother and sister seemed to approve.

“That looks amazing,” Erika said.

“You look like a goddess,” Your Mother added.

“My boobs are pushed up to my ears,” You complained and pulled up the neckline. You lifted the skirt and walked off the platform.

“This is the last dress, Miss,” The clerk said as she took out the third dress. You handed her the gown you just had on and slipped into the dark blue one.

It was tight and showed off every single curve you had. The loose mermaid end trailed behind you. The torso was a wrap around. It hugged your neck and showed off a small piece of your stomach in the shape of a triangle. You walked out of the room.

“That is your dress,” Erika said and did a small clap of glee.

“That looks stupendous,” Your mother agreed. “You are taking it.”

You examined yourself in the mirror. You felt beautiful. Like a queen. Like you could conquer an entire country and gladly rule it alone.

“This is my dress,” You repeated and you believed it.


“Doll,” Bucky knocked on the bathroom door. “Are you ready?”

Your heart nearly fell down to your ass. You were ready, yes, you were just really nervous. With a last quick glance in the mirror, you nodded and walked towards the door. Your heels clicking against the marble floor.

Your hand rested on the knob before you slid the doors open. Bucky was standing on the other side, your jaw fell agape. He wore a perfectly fitted tuxedo. His white dressing shirt stretched out against his chest and the black tie hung perfectly tied around his neck. His hair was combed back to keep it out of his face. Overall, Bucky looked handsome.

“That specialist did a good job,” You noted.

“Y/N,” he began. “You look gorgeous.”

You blushed and let your gaze fall to your covered feet. He tilted your chin up using his index finger. His blue eyes met yours and it was a brief moment of intense eye sex.

He cleared his throat, “We should get going.”

You nodded and he took a step back before offering you his arm. A smile pulled at the corner of your lips as your looped your arm through his.

Instead of leading you outside to where your car was parked, Bucky took you to Tony’s car garage. Cars were lined up under the fluorescent lights. Different colors, brand, and design.

“Stark doesn’t have to find out,” Bucky grinned mischievously and walked towards a Camaro.

“But what if he does,” You insisted. “Or what if something happens, I certainly can’t pay off a car like this one.” You motioned to the Lamborghini.

“Nothing bad will happen, Y/N.” He looked at you. “Have a little faith in your man.” He winked and you rolled your eyes before reluctantly sliding into the passenger seat of a black Corvette.

Bucky found the keys and stuck them into the ignition. The engine roared to life. The doors opened and Bucky raced out of the garage. Tires squealing against the concrete as speedometer told the miles per hour.

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There was an exhilarating feeling that was rising inside of you. Adrenaline. The need for speed. A wide smile broke onto your face and you laughed. Bucky joined you as he accelerated the speed. This was a side of Bucky you’ve never seen before. He was being cocky. And you liked it.


You arrive at the gala, arm in arm with Bucky. Several people that you barely knew came forwards and struck up a conversation. Telling you about how you’ve grown and how you look like a woman now. Bucky identified himself as your boyfriend and they wished you many happy years.

Your grip tightened on Bucky’s arm when you spotted someone you haven’t seen in years. Adam Clair was your boyfriend for 2 years until he broke your heart and turned to a spunky redhead. It took so long to get over him, now all you felt for him was rage. A blond now clung onto his arm.

“Shit,” You muttered under your breath when he spotted you.

“What is it?” Bucky asked.

“My ex is walking over here,” You looked at him.

“You want me to punch him?” He asked.

“What? No!” You whisper-yelled.

“Y/N!”

You pulled your best fake smile and straightened up as you looked at him.

“Hi Adam,” Your cheeks throbbed from all the smiling. “How have you been?”

“Busy running a business,” He said smugly. After Adam’s father died, he inherited Clair & Co.

“Sounds exhausting,” You rolled your eyes.

“This is my fiancée, Briana Knight.” Adam introduced the blond.

You were a bit taken aback. You didn’t expect him to be tied down to one girl for so long. Nevertheless, here he was, with a fiancée. She smiled widely and extended her arm for a handshake

“So nice to meet you, Briana,” You stated kindly. Briana shook Bucky’s hand as well. “This is Bucky Barnes, my boyfriend.”

“Barnes?” Adam asked, his gaze drifted to Bucky’s arm. His metal one. Realization flashed across his eyes. “You’re The Bucky Barnes! The Winter Soldier! No wonder you looked so familiar.”

Bucky stiffened beside you. The tension between you tightened as Adam continued to talk.

“Man, always knew you liked a bit of danger in your life Y/N but never imagined you’d date a criminal,” he laughed and you burned with anger. “An assassin.” He burst into laughter.

Briana gave an apologetic frown. Sympathy showing clearly in her hazel eyes.

You stepped towards Adam, but before you could do anything else, Bucky wrapped an arm around yours and pulled you away. Before you could give Adam hell, you were already being dragged away.

“Let it go,” Bucky said.

“I can’t just let him say that stuff!” You huffed.

“Yes you can, I’m already used to it, Y/N.” He paused. “Besides can’t let you attack him, you’ll probably break a few bones. You’re too pretty to be angry right now, doll.”

“Boy, do you have a way with words, Barnes,” You said alluringly.

You found the table that your family was sitting and joined them. Your Father commented that you looked beautiful in the dress and your Mother butted in, saying that she picked it out. Erika sat proudly next to her fiancé, Ashton. Rose, Jay’s wife sat alone, with your brother nowhere to be seen.


The night dragged on, you already ate and the auction was soon to commence. You wanted to leave already, but your Mother just kept on pulling you or Bucky into a different conversation. Your Dad absolutely loved Bucky. He talked about various things with him and the other men.

“It’s time to bring out your wallets ladies and gentlemen because we’re about to begin the auction.” A man on the stage announced.

Many people straightened up and turned their attention to the stage. Some men were smugly talking about how much money they were planning on spending. A few of the ladies were whispering excitedly, talking about which men hopefully would bid on them. You winced at their words.

Bucky placed a hand on your knee. You looked at him, he smiled slyly at you. You were grateful for his continuous encouragement throughout the entire time.

His hand began to slide higher until it rested on your thigh. You sucked in a sharp breath and your stomach caved in. Your heart began to play a game of ‘See How Fast I Can Beat.’ A  heavy exhale escaped your lips. You knew that he knew what he was doing to you. He looked at you from the corner of his eye. Never in your life did you want to kiss him as much as you wanted to right now.

You stood up abruptly and excused yourself from the table. Your cheeks burned as you moved swiftly among the tables. The bathroom was in a secluded area. Before you stepped inside, you leaned against a tall column.

“You okay there, doll?” Bucky asked.

You turned and glared at him. He smiled at the fact that you couldn’t hide the lust that filled your eyes. He stepped closer until your back was pinned up against the column.

His lips captured yours in a heated kiss. Bucky’s hands explored your body until they settled on the curve of your cloth-covered bottom. You tried not to moan when his mouth left yours. He left a trail of hot wet kisses on your neck.

“You’re so beautiful,” He whispered against your skin.

His low voice sent a chill down your spine that only fueled the fire in your core. Your chest heaved violently against his.

“Bucky,” You said breathlessly. “We can’t do this here.”

He pulled back and looked at you, the desire in his eyes was clear. “You want to get out of here?”

“Hell yeah,” You replied as he took your hand. The two of you sneaked away from the gala and into the open air where the valet was already waiting.

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