this shirt though: not sure if i want to wear it or rub my face in it while someone else wears it

darling, I know you’ve been feeling down lately, so I wrote this really quick for you. I’m not sure what you had in mind, but I went to a 100 % unicorns place, so I hope this makes you smile a little.

A shadow falls across Stiles’ worksheet and he looks up to see Lydia, mouth pursed, staring down at him. She says, “What do you know about unicorns?”

“About as much as the average eleven year old boy,” he says, which is: not much. Horse-like, pointy horn, something to do with virgins.

Of course, he goes home and finds out everything he can about them immediately. Both because Lydia asked, and because now he can’t stop thinking about it.

Lydia has forgotten all about their conversation by the time he’s ready to dazzle her with his knowledge, so alas, his mad unicorn skillz lie dormant for years, until all the shit with the werewolves.


Stiles is cat-napping in a spill of sun when all his warmth is blocked—he makes an irritated sound and opens his eyes to find Derek looming over him, frowning.  Stiles kicks out a foot and rolls over onto his side in the grass.

Derek says, “What do you know about unicorns?”

Stiles yawns and says, “A surprising amount for a teenage boy.”

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Curiosity Killed The Cat - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stiles Stilinski/Reader

Word Count: 6,437

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (Both Receiving), Mentions of Public Sex, 69, Orgasm Denial, Masturbation, Multiple Orgasms, Fingering, A LOT OF FILTH

Notes: This is 100000000% for my precious Camile, @minhosmeanhoe because she wanted something involving Stiles and masturbation because this is all we ever talk about (we are horny fuckers lol). But, even better, HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAMILE. You are one of my bestest friends I am glad I am able to talk to you daily. I don’t know what I would do without you. I LOVE YOU!!!!❤️

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a favor & a kiss

Originally posted by 1guanlins

member: lai guanlin 
genre: very fluffy
summary: you’ve always had a crush on guanlin but you never thought he would like you back, what happens when he asks you to wear his varsity jacket to be his lucky charm at his final basketball game?

  • you and guanlin were friends because you sat in maths class together
  • which mostly consisted of you and him complaining about the class and not doing the assigned work
  • “guanlin it’s been exactly 23 minutes and 16 seconds that we’ve been in this class but why does it feel like two weeks” you’d groan
  • he would smirk at you, and reply “we have 67 minutes and 44 seconds to go” you’d huff and puff but then you’d finally do you work
  • by work you mean copying off the answers from guanlin 
  • the thing is for you it was weird to be his friend 
  • well you didn’t want to be only his friend but you pushed your feelings in the deepest place in you mind
  • why?
  • because he was probably the most popular guy of your grade and you were just one of those people who blended into the background 
  • he was the star player of the basketball team, nice, funny, smart and not to mention his ridiculously good looks
  • because of this he had A HUGE FAN CLUB like no joke even like girls three years older than him wanted to date him
  • Guanlin also had very popular friends across the grades even some in university 
  • he was exciting and fun and you were plain and boring 
  • you had absolutely no chance with him
  • you happily settled with just being his friend but you couldn’t sometimes help but wish that maybe one day something would happen
  • one maths class guanlin asked you to go to the final of his basketball game 
  • you agreed cause you had nothing planned for that night other than binge watching netflix
  • the day of the game guanlin came to you when you were eating lunch  which was a very unusual occurence
  • you could feel the glares and whispers of other girls
  • feeling awkward and uncomfortable you asked him “whats up?”
  • unexpectedly he looked even more nervous than you and said
  • “uhhhh i have a favour to ask? i always have someone who’s important to me wear my varsity jacket at my final games. Is it okay if you could wear it tomorrow?”
  • he said looking at the ground and rubbing his neck which you knew was nervous habit of his from the hours of staring at him
  • your heart was beating SO FAST you think that everyone could hear it
  • you tried to muster a normal (not too excited so i seem chill) smile without squealing 
  • guess what, you failed, you literally squeaked in response
  • but after freaking out you finally beamed a smile and replied “i’d love to”
  • he gave you his most heart melting gummy smile which you literally thought could melt you
  • he started to ramble after you said yes “like i didn’t mean to be weird it’s just my sister always wore my varsity jacket at my final games but she’s still in taipei and i don’t have any other important girls in my life other than you”
  • your heart then was torn in two parts 
  • complete devastation because HE SAW YOU LIKE A SISTER not just a friend A SISTER
  • but also just pure bliss because you’re the only important girl in his life other than his family 
  • you just ended up smiling and saying “it’s not weird at all, i’d love to be your good luck charm” you said with a joking wink
  • then of course guanlin proceeds TO BLUSH 
  • you freaked out because 
  • 1. you are NEVER that flirty (but it’s probably because of the panic that he looks at you like a sister which of course causes you to awkwardly flirt)
  • 2. HE BLUSHED this cool gorgeous guy BLUSHED because of you
  • he mumbled a few incoherent words something along the lines of “see you at the game” and handed you his varsity jacket
  • before you know it your one and only close best friend looked at you with her jaw open and simply said like the dirty minded hoe she is 
  • “he totally wants to get in your pants, GO FOR IT HONEY!”
  • you whacked her in the arm and said disappointedly “he only likes me as a friend even a sister”
  • “keep on telling yourself that” she smirked
  • because of your friend teasing you you didn’t notice guanlin getting teased by ALL of his friends
  • “yah! guanlin giving her your jacket is not good enough bloody confess to her already!” jihoon said 
  • “aw you and y/n would be sooo cute” daehwi cooed who else would it be
  • “not as cute as us though” jinyoung said while wrapping his arm around daehwi jokingly totally not joking
  • “hmm guanlin-ah after we win because we’re totally gonna win, KISS HER” seongwoo cockily remarked
  • “do that confess, ask her out and boom you’re a couple” added daniel
  • “you’ll be fine” woojin said reassuringly while patting his shoulder
  • he just basically groaned the whole time his hyungs were talking and just wanted it to be at the game already 
  • *the game*
  • you were wearing a plain white tshirt dress which was a bit short for your comfort with Guanlin’s varsity jacket and your hair in a loose kinda messy bun with minimal makeup
  • you gotta admit you looked pre cute
  • especially because at school you wear baggy sweatpants and worn out t shirts, you hair is a mess and you’re sure sometimes you have some dried drool on your cheek
  • you were on the bleacher closest to the court so you could see guanlin play and cheer for him
  • unbeknownest to you guanlin had checked if you were there and once seeing you his heart was beating so rapidly
  • more than if he sprinted for like 30 minutes
  • because you looked so beautiful
  • he literally screamed in the locker room to jihoon
  • jihoon was like woah dude calm down and like damn you’re really in love with this chick aren’t ya you little giant baby
  • and guanlin just blushes and nods 
  • *okay time skip to the actual game*
  • you couldn’t help but appreciate how hot guanlin looked in his basketball tank top which showed off his lean but muscular arms 
  • and his uniform just made him look taller than usual
  • but first half the team played really well thrashing the other team 
  • guanlin was shooting most of the goals and you were like 
  • that’s my man but like lol no he’ll never be intersted in me 
  • in the break between the halves he gave you a wave and a warm smile
  • you smiled back, showing off your jacket and giving him a hwaiting gesture
  • he gave you a thumbs up back
  • in the second second half the other team catched up because one of the best players (seongwoo) injured his ankle and couldn’t play
  • he totally swore so loudly when he got injured for like 10 minutes straight 
  • with only 2 minutes to go it was a tie and the ball was on the opposite side of the court of the boys goal
  • you were so anxious you were screaming encouragements hoping that the guys would win
  • suddenly guanlin blocks the ball from going into the goal and then grabs and dribbles it super fast to the middle of the court
  • with only a few seconds left he shoots a three pointer
  • you tried to fight your way to Guanlin but he was being so crowded you waited for everyone to calm down
  • before you know it Guanlin was right in front of you
  • and whispers in your ear 
  • “i deserve a reward for shooting the winning goal don’t ya think? my sister would always give me a peck on the cheek if we won?” 
  • he said cheekily and suggestively
  • you were blushing so hard not just because of his request but also because his face was only centimetres away from yours
  • and you just blushed and tried to be hard to get but totally failed
  • “just because you scored the winning goal” you replied
  • you stood on you tip toes to kiss his cheek cause you were short af
  • as you were leaning in to kiss his cheek you closed your eyes
  • you didn’t realise he twisted his head to face yours for your lips to reach his
  • he didn’t even know what he was doing because he never kissed anyone
  • cause like even him the swaggiest of rappers can have zero experience
  • his mind was freaking out and he knew it was because of the adreanaline of the game which made him so daring
  • and before you both knew it
  • you felt a pair of lips warm and soft on yours
  • YOU FREAKED OUT INTERNALLY but honey you weren’t gonna stop
  • you felt one of guanlin’s hands cupping your cheek and one on your lower back 
  • you could hear the wolf whistles and cheers and shouts of “YEAH FINALLY!!!” from literally all the wanna one boys and basketball team
  • you slowly parted away from your first but probably the best kiss you’ll ever experience
  • and guanlin just looks down on you he’s a giant and you see his gummiest smile and his eyes are just shining of happiness
  • you mirrored basically the same expression but also like confusion 
  • cause thoughts being like what the fuck just happened does this mean he likes me WHAT??!!!
  • before you could express any of these thoughts
  • Guanlin tells you super shyly and sweetly
  • “um well first of all i like you a lot LIKE A LOT i have since our first conversation, i kinda really fell for your smile and personality and looks and just everything i guess” he continues by saying
  • “i thought you’d never like me cause you’re basically perfect but like i think you do?? cause like yeah”
  • he awkwardly ended it with an adorable smile and you burst out laughing
  • “you thought i’d never like you, boi you so swaggy” you said with wiggly eyebrows trying to diffuse the kinda awkward but not really but also super endearing situation
  • guanlin laughed and whispered under his breath which you only just heard 
  • “this is why i love you”
  • “wait shit i said that out loud, ugh shit well whatever at least it’s true”
  • he said looking sooooo embarassed
  • you laughed softly and said “i love you too guanlin-ah”
  • he smiled broadly and without hesitation he asked 
  • “since you love me so much, will you be my girlfriend?” he said with a teasing tone
  • “hmmm i’m not sure cause jihoon’s pretty cute, don’t ya think?” you said jokingly
  • “HEY! i’m so much better than jihoon hyung” guanlin pouted
  • “guanlin trust me you’re not” jihoon commented butting into your moment
  • guanlin just sulked before you giggled and cupped his cheeks 
  • “of course guanlin, I’d love to be your girlfriend.” you said kissing his cheek for real this time
  • he smiles and says in awe “y/n is actually my girlfriend i don’t believe it”
  • you just smile and the crowd errupts into cheers 
  • seongwoo taps guanlin on the shoulder and tells him
  • “guanlin as much as i enjoy young love and you actually having some guts to ask a girl out, coach wants us in the lockeroom” he said smirking and winking at you
  • you laugh cause seongwoo is always funny 
  • “yeah i’m coming hyung” guanlin replied
  • “but before i leave” he says to you
  • he kisses you on the forehead and whispers to you sweetly
  • “wait for me princess, i’ll be back soon”
  • and wow you just became an absolute puddle of goo
  • you just nod and say “of course i’ll be waiting aren’t i your lucky charm?” you say with a wink
  • he laughs and sends you a gummy smile as he runs towards the locker room
  • you hug his jacket around yourself and just process everything that happened 
  • you’re wearing the jacket of your crush-wait no boyfriend-and you’re so glad guanlin asked you to wear it
  • and you end up wearing it to every single game after that one

lol i’m sorry i went so overboard i did not expect this to be this long especially a bullet point scenario. but i hope you enjoyed it anyways! also please send requests in! or just send me a message for a chat because i’d love to talk to anyone about kpop tbh lmao. But thank you for reading!

anonymous asked:

Prompt where dan always has bottle pop candies and lollipops every day and teacher phil had the hots for him but loses it after Dan accidentally calls him teacher phil daddy then idk smut ensues

i like the idea of dan having a crush on his english teacher mr. lester and dan seducing phil into fucking him on his desk during free period? btw your account is so fucking amazing.

i changed phil’s age cause idk i wanted him to be younger 

warnings : daddy kink, degrading, sex obviously, and uh,, dan’s technically underage (but only by a month)

Phil felt like hitting his head against a fucking wall. 

He wasn’t just frustrated; he was humiliated. And it wasn’t supposed to be easy to humiliate Phil Lester. 

Phil glanced up, his eyes automatically going to the back of the classroom, where Dan was sitting. The boy was already looking at him, and their eyes met. Dan was smirking like he knew something Phil didn’t, and he winked. 

Don’t get him wrong: Phil wasn’t partial to having huge crushes on his students. He was a good teacher, he was one of those fossils that had been working at the school for years, and they had kept him around. Not to say that he was an actual fossil, either, he was only twenty eight. Which did not excuse his feelings, in his mind. 

It had started at the beginning of that year, when he had met his new classes. Everything was normal, until fifth period. 

And that boy just waltzed into his classroom, not having a single care in the world. 

Phil remembered it specifically. He had been wearing a bubble gum pink sweater and a white tie, and a matching skirt. The skirt cut off mid thigh, showing off much more than should be allowed (in Phil’s opinion, anyways). His hair had been curly and a bit messy, falling in his chocolate eyes. 

Phil remembered his first thought being that there was no way he passed the front office dressed like that. His second thought was that this boy was beautiful, and not in a delicate little baby way. Phil thought he was beautiful in an adult way; in the way that made Phil want to take him on dates to expensive restaurants and kiss him under a sky full of stars. 

That was, of course, until Dan opened his mouth. 

The first thing he did was walk straight up to Phil’s desk, hips swaying slightly as he walked, and lean against it. He had looked Phil up and down, much more like he was a potential fuck than a teacher, and smacked his gum. 

“You’re young,” was the first thing he said, his voice lilting and just the slightest bit bratty. 

Phil cleared his throat, pushing his glasses up on his nose. “I’m sorry?”

“Yeah.” Dan tilted his head at him. “You’re young for a teacher.”

Phil had frowned at him, not in a mean way, more like a question. 

“I guess so. Is that an issue?”

Dan had given him that grin, that evil smirk that he had grown to loathe, and shrugged. “Not at all, sir.” 

Phil hadn’t liked the way he had said that, like it meant much more than it should have. And if he had known, he would have kicked that boy in the pink skirt with beautiful eyes right out of his classroom. 

Ever since that point, things had only gotten worse. Phil discovered that Dan was a brat, a whiny, rich brat who always got his way. He always got what he wanted, and unfortunately, what he wanted was Phil. 

Phil came to hate fifth period, because it meant he had to see those eyes again.  And those lips, wrapped around a new candy. The second day of school, Dan had showed up with a pink lollypop stuck between his teeth. And Phil swore, it was like he hadn’t taken it out since. 

At first, Phil had protested. 

“I don’t know what other teachers have been saying,” he had said quietly, resting his hands on either side of Dan’s desk. “But you’re not allowed to have candy in here.” 

Dan had just raised an eyebrow, twirling his lollypop in his mouth and making a loud sucking noise. 

“But I want to,” he finally said, keeping the eye contact. He uncrossed his legs, (now Phil was sure, deliberately) spreading them apart. 

Phil had sighed. 

“Well, in the real world, you don’t always get what you want.”

Dan had pouted, sticking out his bottom lip. 

“Sucks for you.” 

Excuse me?” Phil had raised his eyebrows, practicing his authority. Dan had just giggled, ignoring him completely and instead rubbing his calf against Phil’s thigh. 

And over the next few months, Phil had been slipping more and more. He used to at least send Dan to the office, or write him up, but everyone seemed to love him. The principal himself had told him that whenever he saw him, Dan seemed like a lovely young man. And for a while, Phil couldn’t put his finger on why Dan only acted up in his class. 

That was until Dan’s boyfriend picked him up from class. 

He was almost taller than Phil, and he looked just about old enough to be in college (which made Phil self conscious, although he would never admit it). He wore biker clothing, the kind of stuff you put on to go to a street fight, and he had a tough yet attractive face. 

The first thing the guy did when he got there was pick Dan up, setting him down on Phil’s desk and fitting himself between his thighs. 

“Dan, get off my desk,” Phil had said in a monotone, not even looking up from his paperwork. 

Dan giggled, and Phil looked up only when he heard a sucking noise. The guy was sucking a fucking hickey on the side of Dan’s neck. 

Phil shook his head, standing up. “Get out of my classroom, Howell. I know for a fact you have History soon. Get moving.”

Dan turned to his boyfriend, smiling innocently but still not getting off of Phil’s desk. “You heard him, Bradley. Get out.”

“Meet me in the hall,” he said, his voice low, and glared at Phil. 

Once he was gone, Dan hopped off of his desk. 

“Wish he was you,” he whispered bluntly, and then sauntered away. Phil watched him carefully, seeing him take his lollypop out and toss it in the trash by the door. 

That night, Phil had gotten hardly any sleep. Wish he was you. Phil pondered the fact Dan had thrown away his lollypop the second he was out of the classroom, even though there was plenty candy left. He realized he had seen Dan opening one when he sat down, and throwing it away when he left. 

Then it hit him. Dan was teasing him. Testing him, seeing how far he could push him before he snapped. 

Phil fell asleep going over all the reasons he couldn’t just bend Dan over his desk and fuck him until he cried. 

And it didn’t stop there. It seemed like every day that Phil ignored him, denied him, Dan pushed harder. He would wear the shortest skirts he could find, and then pretend to drop something. He would rub against him, he would breathe down his neck while asking for help. It was all getting to be too much, Phil was cracking at the edges. He kept forgetting not to cuss, forgetting to hide the dark circles under his eyes, and Dan noticed. 

But now Dan had crossed the damn line. 

The class was taking a test, their English finals, and Phil couldn’t be happier to be getting Dan out of his class before he broke. But Dan had come prepared. 

He was wearing a lacy black skirt and a red t-shirt, one that might be slightly see through. And he was currently sitting in the back of the classroom, touching himself. 

He wasn’t full on jerking himself off, but Phil could see his hand under the desk, palming himself through what looked like panties. His thighs would tremble every now and then, and he would bite his lip, or let out a quiet whimper. 

No one else seemed to notice, too focused on their tests, but just the thought that someone could turn around any second and see what Dan was doing was making Phil sweat. 

He had to make this stop, or he was going to have a raging hard on, and then he didn’t think he would be able to stop from taking Dan right then and there. 

He slowly made his way back to Dan, his heart pounding like hell in his chest. He leaned over his desk, pleading his eyes not to wander. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He hissed, quiet enough that no one but Dan could hear, completely giving up on having any respect. 

“Nothing, sir,” Dan whispered back, choking out a quiet moan. Phil had to stop himself from covering his mouth with his hand. 

“Doesn’t look like nothing,” he growled, glaring at him. “Stop it right now, or I’ll make sure you get summer school.” 

Dan raised an eyebrow. “Summer school? With you? Doesn’t sound too bad to me.” 

Phil was at a loss. What in the world would make this boy shut the fuck up?

Dan moaned again, his voice breathy and desperate. 

“Fuck, daddy,” he blurted, his breath hitching. 

Phil stopped in his tracks, cursing under his breath. 

“Stay after class,” he hissed. “You’re getting what you fucking wanted.” 

Phil spun around, walking back to his desk before he could get any more aroused, and so that he wouldn’t see Dan’s smug grin. 

The rest of the class seemed to last for years, but Dan stopped touching himself, which let Phil calm down a little. When the bell finally rang, Phil was ruined. He was sweating, and he was still hard. 

“Okay, class dismissed,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady. “See you all tomorrow.” 

He caught Dan’s eyes, and the boy crossed his arms, staying where he was seated. 

As soon as the last student left and the door closed, Phil was standing. 

He was silent for a moment, the atmosphere tense, and Phil could practically feel the sexual frustration radiating off himself like an aura. 

“Come here,” he said finally, his voice low and firm. He was done playing Dan’s little games. 

Dan stood up, walking towards him and stopping at the desk. Phil glared at him. 

“Do you have a sixth period?”

Dan shook his head, smiling slightly. 

“Good.” The only reason Phil thought he could get away with this was because he didn’t have a class for another two periods.

He moved towards Dan before grabbing him by the hair in a sudden aggressive motion. Dan squeaked, but let Phil push him against the desk without resisting. 

Phil pushed his face against the surface, so his cheek was pressed against the wood. 

“You’re such a fucking slut,” he growled, letting his crotch rub up against Dan’s ass. He whined, but shut up quick when Phil pinched his side. “But you know that, don’t you?”

“Yes sir,” Dan got out, breathing heavily. “Please, sir.” 

“Please what, whore?” Phil tugged at his hair, pinning his wrists behind his back. 

“Please fuck me, daddy, need it, need your cock-” Phil cut him off by covering his mouth, turning him around and setting him on the desk. 

“I know,” he muttered, brushing his lips over Dan’s neck and feeling him shiver. “That’s what you’ve wanted this whole time, isn’t it? Say it.”

Dan whined, squirming under Phil’s touch. “Y-Yes, sir. This whole time, what I wanted, wanted your cock. Wanted your big cock inside me…”

Phil hummed against his throat, sucking a hickey just below his collarbone. He didn’t care, he didn’t want to think about consequences, he wanted Dan so fucking bad. 

He ran his hands under Dan’s shirt, over his stomach and up to his chest. He pinched one of his nipples, savoring Dan’s gasp. 

“Say it again, slut,” he breathed, nipping at Dan’s ear. 

“Fuck.” Dan cursed, wrapping his legs around Phil’s waist, anything to get as close as possible. “Need you, sir, need your cock inside me, please, so deep… fuck me so hard I c-can’t walk, make me forget my own name.” He gripped Phil’s shirt with both hands, as if it was the only thing keeping him grounded. “Please, Phil.”

Just those words were enough to get Phil ripping his shirt off, tossing it aside and unbuttoning his own. Dan whined needily, tugging at Phil’s zipper. 

Phil pushed his hand away, tutting and going back to kissing his neck, working on Dan’s skirt instead. He pulled it down the boys’s thighs, letting his fingertips brush in a teasing manner before digging his nails in. Dan yelped, clinging to his torso. 

Phil decided to stop teasing, he had waited long enough, and instead moved Dan so he was bent over the desk again, his ass in the air. Phil tugged at his panties, letting them fall carelessly to the floor. 

“You have such a pretty ass, baby boy.” Phil let his hands glide over Dan’s skin, hearing Dan’s breath catch. 

“Phil, please. Get on with it.”

Phil grunted, sucking on his own fingers. “Since you asked nicely.”

Without warning he pushed a finger into him, and Dan whimpered. After a moment he pushed back against the digit, wiggling his ass needily. 

Phil added another finger and scissored, and before he knew it, he was adding a third. Dan seemed already completely wrecked, Phil had to hold him down to keep him from squirming. 

“Please daddy,” he moaned, practically falling apart under him. “Fuck me.”

Phil didn’t answer, simply spit on his hand, stroking his cock to cover it, and then lined up with Dan’s pretty little hole. He gripped the boy’s shoulder with one hand, the other resting on his lower back.

“Ready?” he asked, already knowing the answer. 


He pushed in almost to the hilt right away, and Dan cried out. Phil chuckled, pulling out a bit and giving Dan a moment to adjust before pushing in again. 

“Feel good, baby?” Phil asked, his voice low and rough. Dan let out a high pitched moan in response, nodding frantically. 

“Yes! God, daddy, more…!”

“More?” Phil shifted, repositioning to get a better angle. “You sure, angel?”


Phil grunted, thrusting hard, and he could almost feel the table shake beneath them. 

He pulled out despite Dan’s noises of protest, moving him so he was facing him, wrapping Dan’s legs around his waist again. He pushed back in, feeling Dan’s thighs tremble as he started fucking him at a faster and harder pace. 

Dan whimpered, burying his face in Phil’s neck, muffling his noises. 

“Fuck.” Phil dragged his nails down Dan’s side, groaning close to Dan’s ear. “Such a slut baby, such a good boy for me, doing so fucking well.”

“Daddy,” Dan breathed, his breath hitting Phil’s neck. “Gonna cum…”

“Yeah?” Phil grinned, adjusting his angle to hit all of Dan’s good spots. “Go ahead. Cum for me, honey.”

He pounded into him even faster, and Dan squeaked. He let out a loud high-pitched moan, before letting go and coming over his and Phil’s stomach. 

Phil groaned, pulling out and giving his cock a few pulls before coming and adding to the mess. 

For a moment, the only sound in the room was heavy breathing. Dan fell back against the desk, his head lolling against the surface, his eyes closed. Phil thought he might be dead for a moment before he spoke. 

“Worth it,” he said softly, practically a whisper. 

Phil shook his head, but couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“Shut up,” he muttered, taking some tissues from his desk and cleaning both of them off. 

It took him a while to get Dan motivated enough to dress himself, and when he was dressed, he wouldn’t move from Phil’s desk for a whole ten minutes. 

“So,” he started when Phil finally got him to stand on his own. 


“That was fun,” Dan said softly, letting his gaze fall to his feet. Now that he seemed to have gotten rid of the sexual tension, Dan was being a lot nicer, and a lot less bratty. 

Instead of saying anything, Phil leaned over, kissing Dan deeply. Dan started to stumble back in surprise, but Phil caught him with a firm hand on his waist. 

When they parted, Dan was glowing more than he was before. 

“So,” he repeated, looking a lot more confident. He flashed Phil his notorious smirk. “Summer school, huh?”

3 Things

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Genre: fluff and smutsmutsmut
Word count: 4,312

A/N: For anon, I hope you like it 💕 I think I’m getting better at writing smut?? Maybe??

Originally posted by bangtanboysloves

Your yawn drowns out the faint sounds of the TV, head lolling to the side as you stare blankly at the screen. It was well past eleven thirty – well past your bedtime – and you’re struggling to keep yourself upright and alert.

Jimin texted you around ten, letting you know that his shift at the convenience store was going to drag on a bit longer than expected and that he wasn’t totally sure when he’d be headed home. He advised you not to wait up but of course, when did you ever really listen.

Both you and Jimin were full-time students, juggling dead end jobs, homework and nearly non-existent social lives. Busy was an understatement for both of your lives and as a result, you two rarely got to spend much time together. The only time you two really got was when you both settled down to sleep at night. No matter how dead tired either (or both) of you were, when you were curled up in each other’s arms at the end of a long day, you would quietly talk about the events that had happened or catch each other up on the episode of a drama the other had missed that week.

Which was why you were being so stubborn about going to bed without him; not feeling quite right about sliding under those blankets without his cold feet there to press against your calves.

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{synopsis} a game of 20 questions leads to something much more scandalous 

{warnings} cursing, praise kink, hair pulling, name calling (positive only), some biting/marking, highkey dom!reader, highkey sub!bucky, cursing, slow love making, thigh riding, dirty talk, filthy porn basically, some angst if you squint, unprotected sex

{pairing} bucky x fem!reader

{word count} 3663

   Bucky Barnes was something. From his thick thighs to his crystal blue eyes, that boy gave you countless reasons to stick your hands down your panties at night. You and him had been friends for a while, and you didn’t want to ruin anything because of your little crush. But at the same time, you did. It seemed worth it; completely abolishing the friendship you had kindled just for one night with the soldier in your bed. You wanted to ravish him; completely ruin him as his baby blues and flushed cheeks and plump lips looked up at you, begging for more. So, you decided to act on your desires.

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Heat Wave

Originally posted by lolurnotgrantgustin

Request: (@the5sosfreakme) I was thinking evil Barry, high school? Like he’s super SUPER possessive of y/n and she comes to school in little shorts… So he’s like super possessive over her and like let’s say Mark Mardon, was flirting with her and he steps in. Then maybe hot and heavy in the parking lot?

Notes: I decided not to add the hot and heavy just because the fic itself ended at a good point and just it would have been a little out of place. Anyways, enjoy!

 Tagging: @tmrhollandkay @silverwingedfox

You groaned as your alarm clock woke you up, the loud song you chose shaking the last remnants of your dream from your mind. Now fully awake you rub your eyes, kicking the sheets off your legs. It was boiling hot outside, and your open window letting in the heat made your room almost unbearable.

Sluggishly, you got out of bed, going through your usual morning routine. Faced with the difficult decision of what to wear in the heat you decided on a cute tank top and a pair of high-waisted short shorts, shrugging on a long cardigan on top in case school was cold inside. You put on a pair converse and quickly finish your makeup, deciding to pull your hair back so it doesn’t stick to your neck. Comfortable with your choices, you grab your backpack and make your way downstairs, grabbing something quick for breakfast and saying a quick goodbye to your family before getting into your car.

The drive to school was short, the AC cooling you down only to be blasted with heat when you get out of the car. You push through the doors into school, saying hi to people you pass as you make your way to your locker.

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Sentiments Mean Nothing

A/N: Welllll, first Harry Styles fic because, honestly, I’ve been a hardcore fan of his and the boys since literally 2011 and his solo career has been hitting me right in the heart, my baby’s doing so well, I’m such a proud mother. So, have this. This is, by far, the longest shot I’ve written on this blog so let’s hope it doesn’t get too boring and you enjoy it as much as I did writing it x.

Warning(s): Swearing, very slight Daddy kink at the end, suggestive sexual nature throughout

Word count: 4,261

Pairing(s): Harry Styles x Reader / Harry Styles x OC (Original Character)

          You know, it wasn’t so much that she and Harry hated each other, per se, rather it was just that they had both developed a sort of, mutual dislike towards one another that, quite frankly, neither of them knew where it stemmed from. The pair had done nothing wrong to each other to deserve the hostility, but it was there and they both never really knew why. It was very much like an ancient feud between them.

Very Montague vs. Capulet-esque.

However, considering that they’d only had the pleasure of knowing of the other’s existence for about 2 years, the use of the word, ‘ancient’, seems invalid. Nevertheless, from the moment they first met, there seemed to have been an already established tension between the two personalities and needless to say, neither of them cared for the personality of the other.

See, he was a private person, an introvert, you could say; despite being a household name around the world, and preferred to keep himself to himself regarding personal matters but being quite the socialite when it came to public appearances.

She, on the other hand, she was… loud, in Harry’s books. An outgoing and excitable character that wore her heart on her sleeve within the comfort of her inner circle in contrast to the shy, non-talkative woman he had met through a mutual friend during a party.

With him being the one to instigate the conversations the whole time with a drink in his hand and a wide, fake-looking smile that looked practiced for situations like these, she found him pretentious and over-bearing. Talking to her as if she was a little girl who was too immature to talk to strangers.

And with her barely opening her mouth to answer his questions, nodding her head up and down or shaking it from side to side instead as an indicator of her feelings to avoid awkward stutters and embarrassing herself, all the while sipping from her glass and avoiding the glint in his eyes as he talked to her, he found her dismissive and arrogant. As if she didn’t have the time to converse with someone like him.

Despite their feelings towards each other, though, they had wound up spending extended amounts of time together over the course of the 2 years seeing as she had managed to pick up the job of his fashion stylist ever since the band went on a hiatus and he launched his solo career.

Although, the former cold-shoulders and silent treatments as they went on with their own tasks for the day started to dissolve. Their prejudices were still upheld, just shown in a slightly different manner as they became more accepting and comfortable towards their mutual distaste for one another.

During the first year, scornful glances and tight smiles were shared as they conversed briefly as to what Harry would be wearing for his next TV appearance. This was to be replaced during the second year with extra touchy-feely advances to tease and sarcastic remarks followed by cheesy pet-names to piss each other off were exchanged as she took Harry’s new measurements.

“You should buy me dinner ‘fore you get on your knees, sweetheart.” A dirty, but snide, comment was normal from Harry and she had honestly been expecting it from the moment she had started to measure his inseam.

“’S a good thing you pay for dinner then, i'n’t it? Tha’ way you can get on your knees for me.” She spoke in rebuttal before leaning back into a squatting position and standing back up. Her heels adding a good three inches to her height but still not nearly as tall as the 5'11" man in front of her.

She pivoted on her heel to place the measuring tape back in its rightful place before recording the numbers into her little journal of everything important she needed to know about Harry in order to fit him perfectly to his tailor-made, brand-name outfits.

She heard him step off the mini platform at the centre of the room and stalk behind her, his warmth radiating from his body to hers.

Why does he always stand so close, for fuck sake, it’s like he has no spacial awareness.” It was times like these where she thought to herself if there would be any chance in the world, where she could find a genuine bubble she could permanently place Harry in to avoid the close contact every minute, she would.

“Tell me again why we need t’ do these fitting things every six months? Seriously, ’m a grown man, my body doesn’t change tha’ much in tha’ time period.” Harry starting to fiddle with her pen she just used to write with as his minty breath fanned over the right side of her face.

“It does with your irregular fucking diet plans, Styles. Would it kill you t’ stick t’ one regime?” She spun around and leant against the grand table with her arms folded, looking up at the, now short-haired, tattooed man as he shifted to put his hands on the edge of the intricate furniture either side of her body.

“Mm, I think ’s jus’ 'cause you wanna try your hand at seducing me during these sessions.” His voice lowered down to a sultry, deep tone in an attempt to fluster his stylist but she, as always, stands her ground.

“If I wanted t’ seduce you, baby, I would’ve done it by now,” She leant up slightly, the endearing term fell from her mouth without hesitance while their breaths mixed between their parted lips as she continued. “And besides, size 10 feet? Not tha’ impressive.” She smirked subtly as she saw his face fall. He knew what she was indirectly referring to and, judging by the way he reacted, she knew she had hit a nerve in which she also gathered he would to try prove her wrong.

But before he could, however, she slipped out from underneath him and started walking towards the entrance to exit the room, her heels clicking against the expensive marble floors, not bothering to close the chrome door and yelling a, “make sure t’ lock the door when you leave!” to a rigid Harry who let out a sigh and rubbed his ring-clad hands over his face to let out some frustration towards the woman who was trapped in between him and the mahogany table not even thirty seconds ago, before slamming his hand on it and purposely leaving the door wide open in spite.


Was the only word from the judgmental, but somehow always right, fashion stylist that Harry heard as he did a twirl in his new suit. Having quite the admiration towards the look, if he does say so himself, after inspecting it in the mirror.

“Whyy?” He drew out the word to emphasise his annoyance with the constant change of outfits. He might as well be a marathon runner, he’s breaking a sweat from changing his bloody clothes.

“Because, honey, the shirt doesn’t match the suit at all. That’s why I told yeh t’ wear black, not white, bu’ look who didn’t listen yet again.” She stood there behind him with her pen held in between her front teeth and one arm around her torso to keep her other elbow resting on top, catching his eye through the mirror.

He scans her choice of clothing today and, as per usual, she’s wearing the most stylish and trendy pieces that she matches so well with her heels. Harry’s never really understood how she so effortlessly throws together a look ready for the runway everyday when she comes into work but still manages to keep it light and casual as if it was the first thing she found in her closet earlier in the morning.

He trailed his eyes up her body, tanned and fit, may he add, to her subtly made up face which was glowing. He assumed it was from the highlighter she applied, because why else would he describe her as 'glowing’? That’s disgusting. He doesn’t like her. Not one bit.

“Have you quite finished staring at me, or do I need t’ get the camera for yeh so it’ll last longer?” She allowed the tease to be projected as she approached him, standing on the tiny platform, meaning their bodies were now pressed against each others’ closely before she shrugged off his suit jacket and started unbuttoning his dress shirt.

“'Ey, 'ey, 'ey. You normally need t’ get me drunk first before we can 'ave some fun, darlin’.” He smirked down at her, watching as she aggressively rolled her sparkling eyes at his comment. She continued to pull the shirt off of him and stepped down to grab the black shirt she had wanted him to wear in the first place.

As she turned around, she couldn’t help but notice a slight change in his physical appearance. His back muscles seemed more prominent. His thighs looked even more full than they already were when she last took a good look at them. His arms were bulkier. His torso now adorned with evident bumps of abdominal muscles. Even his cute, little bum seemed rounder and plumper which made her stifle a giggle.

“Awe, babe, have you been working out?” She had to bite her bottom lip to stop her bursting out into laughter when she caught him standing up a bit straighter, looking proud that his work was noticeable.

“Nice t’ know you were checking me out back there. Like wha’ yeh see, angel?” The pet-names were used as a kind of second nature to the pair of them now, but they were far from endearments. No, on the contrary, they were always laced with slight undertones of incivility and cheek. They were both familiar with them by now.

“Oh, most definitely. You been working out jus’ for me? I know ’m the only one you strip down for lately.” She referenced to the multiple outfit decisions they had to endure with every appearance he made in public, which people would be surprised as to how often that is, and she had to make sure that he was not seen repeating a look. God forbid he wore the same trousers twice.

She slowly made her way towards the, still shirtless, male stood in the middle of the high-ceiling-ed chamber, decorated with mirrors, as she ran her hands up and down his back before rubbing at his shoulders. Harry’s head fell back at the sensation of the soothing motions on his shoulders, he had been meaning to go to a masseuse to get the knots out of his joints for a while now. He closed his eyes and let out a content sigh, completely forgetting that she would be the last person on Earth he would want to touch him like this a few days ago but he allowed the action.

“Yeh know I was filming 'Dunkirk’, sweetie, don’t flatter yourself.” He retorted as he pulled her round to his front by her waist and leant his body against hers, his frame towering over her smaller one.

“’S a shame, really. And here I was, about t’ let you have your way with me only if you had jus’ admitted this is all for me.” She fake-pouted as she taunted him, something she has perfected over the years, with her hands resting against his naked chest. There was something about the way her clothed, soft chest was pressed into his bare, hard one that made the both of them lose control of the situation at hand temporarily as they focused on each other in that moment.

“Don’t tempt me, baby.” His voice switched to a low whisper, a threat almost.

“I don’t have to.” She replied with confidence, her eyes flickering to his raspberry-coloured lips that looked so inviting.

It was strange for the both of them, being in this position they’d never thought they’d see themselves in, but here they are. Through all the slight sexual tension covered up by distasteful remarks about each other over the years, clouded by the decision subconsciously made that they had a repulsion towards one another, they had failed to realise that attraction could’ve easily been confused with said repulsion, convincing themselves that it was a fact neither of them liked the other and that was final. Perhaps too afraid to confess and deal with the consequences of their feelings.

Just as they begun to come to terms with the compromising position they were in, and even more conflicting emotions fluttering around the space, the door was pushed open and two flailing bodies broke apart at lightning speed. Harry quickly finding his black shirt and fumbling with the buttons as the flustered stylist violently grabbed her journal and pretended to write in it whilst holding the pen upside down.

Not another word was spoken between the two of them as they complete the fitting session, everyone coming to a conclusion that the black shirt was indefinitely better than the white, much to Harry’s dismay, and their day was done.

The two parted and went their separate ways, however, the mental image of the other never left their minds for the rest of the week until they had to face the music at the next session.

          Harry was fucked.

Royally fucked.

So fucked, in fact, that he decided to wallow in self-pity at how fucked he was then he went out and fucked a random girl whilst thinking of fucking his attractive stylist he had now realised he had already fucked things over with.

If that doesn’t scream, “fucked”, I don’t know what does.

Though what he didn’t know, was that said stylist was also feeling the same way about him and was completely distraught over the idea that she might like Harry Styles. The same Harry that would make her want to rather die than converse with him for more than ten minutes. The same Harry that would tempt her to spit in his food whenever it got delivered during the fittings. The same Harry that would force her to socialise with large groups of people she didn’t know when he knew it made her uncomfortable.

But it was also the same Harry that, when he held her in his arms that other day, made her feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. And it was the same Harry with pink, soft lips that she wanted to kiss so desperately whilst, at the same time, tugging on his curly locks.

Though, more importantly, he was her Harry. He had always been her Harry to tease, to taunt, to tantalise, and to mess with until he’d get all riled up and sometimes push her against the wall (which she didn’t necessarily mind). But now, she wanted to describe him as being her Harry in a different way, and that scared the shit out of her.

She didn’t know what the fuck to do anymore, it’s like her life lost all purpose if she couldn’t make fun of the Cheshire-raised lad, and now all she wanted to do was tell him about her family and cuddle. She had actually begun to suspect she had developed some sort of illness and hoped it would go away like a common cold.

Although, she figured this was not the case the next time she saw him, in all his 5'11" glory, at a party very much like the one they first met at two years ago. Sipping on her alcoholic beverage, she observed him from far away as he mingled, as he always does so flawlessly, with people she had never seen before in her life. The very mere fact that he was in her presence not even ten feet away made her stomach tighten with new feelings she never thought she would associate with the musician and she hated herself for it.

Turning her body away from him towards the bar, she asked for another drink, slipping the rectangular note of currency towards the bartender as he fixed her up yet another glass. She knew she had most likely needed to have stopped drinking so heavily around the 'two hours ago’ mark, but right now, she really couldn’t care less, she just wanted to forget about Harry and if getting her stomach pumped for the first time means achieving her goal then fuck it.

Her motive was short-lived, however, since the charming man that was swimming her mind plopped himself on the stool next to her and gave her a sly smirk.

“Wha’ do we 'ave here?” He questioned, mainly to himself, as he observed the obviously intoxicated woman in front of him.

She rolled her eyes, hopping off the high stool, only to fall face first into Harry’s crotch which made him jerk back at the impact and let out a slight groan before cupping her cheeks and lifting her head up to inspect how far gone she really is.

“Heloooo, handsummm!” She tried her best to imitate a wolf-whistle seeing as she couldn’t actually whistle so instead made a sort of high-pitched, 'whi-woo’, as she trailed her index finger down the curve of his cheek and smiling drunkenly, “I misst yeww…” The slur in her words concerned him, not knowing how much she’s had to drink and she clearly could not stand up without support.

“’M gonna take yeh home, okay, baby girl? You’re alrigh’.” He scooped her up into his arms without any struggle and started to manoeuvre his way out of the clammy air of the bar to the nippy, fresh air of the London streets. He set her down on her feet for a second, leaning her against him to keep her balance, as he took off his jacket and wrapped it around her, knowing that even though his place was only a rough 20 minute walk from the party location, the chilly air would get to her more easily than it would him, she’d always been sensitive to the cold, and at this time of night, it certainly didn’t make the air more humid.

After a solid few minutes of walking to his abode, they finally reached the welcoming front door of his mansion, him fiddling in his pocket to find the right set of keys before twisting the lock and pushing the door open. A gust of warm, fruit-scented air hit the both of them as he stepped inside, laying her down on his extended white sofa in the living room before closing the door.

“Mmm, are yeh gon’ sex me up noww, Daddy?” Her sudden words making him choke on his own spit, as he cautiously walked towards the tiny figure resting on his comfortable seating area.

“No, no, ’m not, baby, not right now, yeh need t’ rest. I’ll get yeh some water and some Advil t’ take then we can go t’ bed, okay?” He spoke in a soft, calming tone that made her suddenly relaxed, only finding the strength in her to nod before he stroked her hair back from her face and made his way to the well-presented, expensive kitchen with more room than he needed.

As a matter of fact, all the rooms in this place were more than he needed, if he was honest, but he just didn’t know what else to use his money on.

Approaching the worn-out female sprawled across his sofa with a glass of fresh water and two pills in his other hand, he set down the glass on the side table whilst reaching his hand out to tilt her head up slightly and sit her up enough so she could swallow comfortably. He pried open her mouth by holding her jaw and placed the pills on the top of her tongue that had traces of alcohol left on it, bringing the liquid up to her lips and telling her to swallow gently. She obeyed and took the medication before slumping back onto the cushiony surface as he sighed, soaking in her beauty, even in this state of mind.

He watched as she closed her eyes and got comfortable, taking it as his cue to leave her to sleep, so kissed her forehead with care, and started to prepare to deal with whatever shit storm that was bound to happen, in the morning. Well, that was until he heard a small whine coming from her calling out for him.

“Harryy?… Stay wit’ meh? I wan’ cuddles.” She rubbed her eyes with her knuckles and he couldn’t stop himself from smiling gently at the sight. She was just so adorable, how could he say no?

“’M right here, poppet, ’m not going anywhere.” He answered her before carefully laying down beside the inebriated girl he had grown fond of these past couple of weeks and tangled their limbs together, letting her rest her head against his chest and wrap herself around him in an attempt to snuggle and use him as her own personal pillow and blanket.

As he listened to her breathing become regular and so quiet he had to strain to listen to it, he knew she had fallen asleep so pressed another tender kiss to the crown of her head and whispered to her in her unconscious state.

“I’d never leave you.”

And it was in that sweet moment that Harry now realised that she had a hold on him, and he intended on not letting go.

          Harsh rays of bright sunlight beamed through white, sheer curtains and hit her face as she stirred from her slumber. It was a Saturday morning and she was definitely not in the comfort of her own home so thought the worst and groaned inwardly in shame at herself for letting herself get so wasted. The first thing she did was just look down at her, what she expected to be, naked body, but instead found herself and the mystery man fully clothed. Confusion overtook her features and something she noticed right away was that her 'pillow’ was breathing and they’re not supposed to do that, right? Or was she still tripping from the after effects of the amounts of alcohol she consumed last night?

A wave of pain radiated throughout her head as she groaned, bringing a palm to her forehead in an unsuccessful attempt to soothe it slightly. Her movements unnoticeably woke up her 'pillow’ and startled her when the familiar deep, raspy, and, dare she say, sexy morning voice sounded from underneath her.

Oh, fuck me, not Harry. Anyone but Harry.” She thought to herself, although not truly meaning it since she found herself absentmindedly wanting the situation to have been more… wild.

“Well, good mornin’, sunshine.” He chuckled lightly at her facial expression following the pet-name he had chosen.

“Wha’ the fuck happened last night?” She asked half-heartedly.

Part of her didn’t really care what happened whilst the other part dreaded what his answer would be.

“You really don’t remember?” His voice was thick with an emotion she couldn’t quite pin-point but she did know that she felt guilty after hearing it, sensing that he was a little disappointed.

She merely shook her head and bit her lip, titling her head up to read his clouded eyes, they always gave away whatever he was thinking, she detected this within the first few months of knowing him.

“It doesn’t matter, now can you get off of me, you’re starting t’ feel like a deadweight. I honestly can’t feel my legs.” His whole demeanour changed in a split second and she was a little surprised but what did she expect, really? He’s just the same old Harry, though she’d be lying if she said it didn’t hurt a little.

“I’m not getting up 'til you tell me exactly wha’ happened, Harry.” She was adamant. She was always the type of person to get answers out of whoever she wanted, he was starting to wonder why she wasn’t a fucking lawyer or something.

“Listen, nothin’ happe-.” He was cut off by her swollen lips pressed against his.

To say he was shocked would be an understatement, he was bloody flat-lining on the inside but he quickly reciprocated the sudden, but passionate, kiss as he wrapped his arms around her waist with her hands coming up to caress his cheeks. Her legs ended up either side of his torso and she pulled away just before he had the chance to poke his tongue in her mouth, just to tease, like normal.

“D'yeh want something t’ happen?…” She questioned him inquisitively, not 100% sure that he shared the same feelings that she had pent up inside of her for, what felt like, decades.

He responded by flipping her so she laid on her back instead and hovered over her, leaning down to peck her lips once more before moving down to her neck and pressing open-mouthed kisses along the skin.

“All ’ve been thinkin’ 'bout for ages, darlin’. Let Daddy make yeh feel good.” He smirked into her skin once he felt her gasp quietly and visibly tense at his words.

“I called you, 'Daddy’, last night, didn’t I?” Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment once she heard him chuckle and answer with a muffled, “you did”.

“And it definitely won’t be the last time.” He commented in a sultry voice before raising his head to make eye contact with her and leaning down to connect his lips with hers another time.

He made a promise, and he was damn hell-bent on making sure he kept it.

Drinking buddy

Pairings: Peter x reader; Father!Tony x reader

Requested: Hi! would you mind writing one where the reader is Tony Starks daughter, and she and Peter are good friends and they know each other through the avengers. Tony is having a grown up party with alcohol and invites Peter, and tells the two to stay away from the alcohol but they end up getting drunk they can’t stop laughing and is just goofing around, and the team tries to get them out of there before Tony sees them. And Peter spends the night and next morning they have hangover and Tony finds out?

Word count: 4 220

A/N: I know i haven’t been active for such a long time but i am back now :O First i wanna apologize for posting this request so late and for the tons of mistake you may see. I hope you guys like it and please let me know what you think. (i am so desperate, i really need to know) Feel free to request ♥

Originally posted by capntony

Originally posted by tomhollandhollaatme

Friday. Another boring day in the tower of the famous superheroes named ‘The Avengers’. You may think that being a child of one of them would be so cool and your life full of adventures but oh dears, how wrong you are…My name is (Y/N), daughter of the one and only Tony Stark aka Iron Man. And although my father and his friends are the saviors of the world, I cannot say my life is so interesting. Just like my father I’m a really good mechanic and I love creating new things. That’s what I do almost all the time but daddy never lets me help him and I kinda understand why but still I am angry at him. I have tried so many times to persuade him to let me do something for the team but he insisted on my staying away and being safe. Bullshits. Everyone knew my father has a daughter, if somebody was to attack me, they would have done it not caring whether I am in the team or not. However, let’s stop with self-pitting and getting you bored to death.  

As I was saying, it was a Friday morning and I was alone (again) in the spacious tower waiting for my father and his teammates to come back from a mission in London I didn’t know about…Well, not as much as I wanted. When I woke up I did everything ordinary- brushed my teeth, cooked something for breakfast, stumbled over the carpets because I was too sleepy and bored to look where the hell I was going, watched TV, ate again, went to the balcony, a second later to the kitchen for a hot chocolate but exited the room with a piece of cake. So basically my day was – eating, watching and sleeping just like now.

“(Y/N)!”, someone screamed in my ear and I jumped from the sofa I was currently sleeping on. The action caused my body falling on the ground and feeling a strong pain in my ass. As I was still sleepy I tried to stand up as fast as I can to protect myself but I hit my head on the table next to me.

“Shit!”, groaning I laid on the floor waiting for the headache to disappear.

“Sorry.”, the person said but still giggled at the spectacle that happened in front of him.

“Fuck you, Parker!”, he just laughed and extended his arm in order to help me stand.

“Language, (Y/N)!”, I smirked as Steve’s voice echoed through the room. Seconds later I saw him and the others entering. My dad, of course, was caring a bottle of whiskey and some cups for the others.

“You look like hell”, I stated after looking at all of them. Nat and Clint were still in their uniforms, which were covered in blood, both theirs and probably the victims’. “What happened to you? I didn’t expect you to come back so early.”

“Well, to cut a long story short, they tricked us.”, Nat groaned as she took a glass of whiskey.

“More than once.”, Bruce finished. By the look on their faces they were pretty worn out. Only Peter looked okay.

“And why is Peter the only one who looks like a fresh flower?”, his smile vanished immediately and he frowned at us like a child.

“They locked me on the helicopter so I could not help them in the mission.”, the way he talked made me laugh, he was really behaving like a little kid.

“Come on, Pete. We talked about this. You helped us and didn’t get hurt.”, Wanda spoke. Her face was wounded and tired, “And no matter how much I like talking to you, I need to rest, so see you later.”, and with that she exited the room.

“At least it is Friday. You have two days off now.”

“Being a superhero means you never get the chance of resting and having days off, (Y/N).”, my father spoke but as soon as the words escaped his mouth, he stood from the chair with a smile on his face.

“We all know you have something stupid in your head, Stark.”, Clint exclaimed, “What is it now?”

“We’ll make a party. Tonight.”

“Yeah, because a party is the last thing we need right now.”, Natasha and Steve disagreed with my father.

“Oh, come on! We need to ease out minds and have some fun. We have no idea whether Colson will phone us tomorrow with some shit information or another mission. I don’t know about you but I am throwing a party tonight and I indeed don’t care whether you would come or not.”

“I know I will regret this later, or probably till the end of my life but I think he is right.”, Clint spoke and stood up, “We need a way to unbend.”

“That sounds super, daddy. What time will the party st-”

“Oh, no. No, no and no. It will be an adult party, sweetheart. You and Peter are too young to attend it.”

“Wait, what?!”, I and Peter screamed at the same time, “I hate you! You never let me have some fun in my life. You didn’t let me be part of you, I am capable of helping you and yet you make me stay away! You ditch me here alone for days while you guys are on a mission and when there is something that can entertain me for some hours, you banish me! That IS NOT FAIR!”, I screamed at my dad. He opened his mouth to say something but I hurried to get out of the room. I wasn’t really into getting a rap on the knuckles for my behavior. I went straight to my room but before I got the chance of closing the door, somebody stopped me.

“Hey, there.”

“Hello, Peter.”

“May I come in?”, without answering I opened the door more widely for him to enter, “I know how you feel but you should understand him.”, he spoke softly.

“Understand him?! For what?! He is being so mean towards me and I have no idea why. I have done nothing!”

“I know how you feel, (Y/N). I’ve been, no, I am still going through the same. First it’s aunt May, and on missions it is Tony. He has only you and he is afraid of losing you.”

“That doesn’t explain why he is behaving like that.”

“No, it does. I didn’t say it was right or that there is logic in his actions but you know him better than anyone else. Don’t be so harsh on him, he loves you and we all know that.”

“It is strange that he doesn’t allow me go to the party! He has done so many things when he was a teenager, things I do not want to mention.”, but no matter how angry I tried to be, I knew Peter was right. I should try to work out the things.

“Well, he may have forbidden us to go but is that actually going to stop us?”, a playful smirk appeared on his face. I smiled widely and looked at the boy who was now sitting on the bed next to me.

“Did I hear you right? The nerd boy Peter Parker suggesting going on a party?”

“Do not act as though it surprised you.”, he sounded offended but he was giggling.

“How are we going to do it?”

“I dunno but give me some time to form a plan. I will get you after some hours for the party, milady.”

“When did you become so confident?”

“After I embarrassed myself over 20th times in front of you.”

We stayed in my room for two or three hours giggling at the memories when I and Peter first met each other and how nervous he had been. I had never expected to have someone as close as him but Peter had somehow found a place in my heart and I still couldn’t figure out what exactly it was. After the boy left I opened my wardrobe, sat on the bed and looked at it trying to figure out what the hell to wear. The never ending problem of a girl. My father had filled it with so many clothes and yet nothing seemed too good for tonight.

It seemed that I had fallen asleep because when I opened my eyes I was greeted by a handsome vision of Peter.

“Why are you not ready?”, he screamed-whispered.

“I dunno what to wear.”, answering simply I closed my eyes in order to sleep at least 5 minutes more.

“Oh, no! No! No and no!”, exclaiming the boy shook me lightly and tried to make me sit, “We are not going to sleep because we are having fun tonight, you get it Stark?”

Groaning I rubbed my eyes and when everything became clear I glanced at Peter. He was wearing trousers and a red short sleeve shirt which I had to admit was classy and sexy on him.

“You look, just…Wow.”, I swear I saw him blushing at my comment.

“Well, thank you. Now, we have to see what you are going to wear. The party started like 1 hour ago so I hope that ‘till we are ready your father will be drunk enough to not spot us.”

“My father can never be that drunk. I have the feeling that the alcohol isn’t affecting him anymore.”, we laughed and then searched through my wardrobe for something suitable.

To not waste your time with boring descriptions, I will only say that we spent an hour until we were finally ready. When we exited the room I did my best not to think about the mess inside. All my clothes were lying on the floor but at least it was worth it. Taking Peter’s hand we headed downstairs where the party was held. I was wearing a dark red dress, which was a present from Nat. It had sleeves but my shoulders were bare and so were my legs. It wasn’t that short but surely it wasn’t something my father would approve.  

As every step we took, the music was getting louder and louder. When we arrived I was shocked. I had never seen so many people in one room. Looking around I saw a DJ, probably a famous one, a bar, an improvised dance floor and no place to sit.

“Probably no one will spot us.”, Peter shouted so I could hear him but as life is a bitch, someone spoke behind us right after Peter said that.

“What the hell are you two doing here?”, when I turned around I calmed a little as it was Nat and nobody else. Honestly, she and Steve and maybe Thor are the only one I can trust to not tell my dad when I am in a serious trouble.

“Nat, please, do not tell dad!”

“If you promise me to not do anything stupid.”, she had crossed her arms in front of her chest but surely the alcohol she had drunk was making the things so easy for us.

“When have I let you down?”, I winked at her but she only rolled her eyes and a smile cracked on her face.

“Just have some fun and stay away from your dad. If he sees you, I do not know you. Get it?”

I and Peter nodded and turned around. I looked at the bar and when I saw nobody of our friends was there I nudged Peter.

“Let’s drink something.”, smirking at me, he took my hand and we headed towards the bartender.

“I would like-”

“Sorry, miss but you don’t seem like an adult, neither your friend.”, I clenched my teeth. For the first time in my life I wanted to have some fun and this guy was not going to ruin it.

“Do you know who you are talking to? Excuse you, but my father has fired you to serve for his party and right now, he wants some drinks for him and his friends. You can see them over there if you want.”, I didn’t turn around because I had no idea where daddy was and I didn’t want to attract his attention if by some chance he had saw me, “so I don’t want to get a rap on the knuckles because somebody cannot do their job.”, I knew I sounded kinda bitchy but I had to. Sometimes you have to show people who you are.

“My sincere apology, Ms. Stark. I will give you the drinks in seconds.”, the man turned around to pour some alcohol. He didn’t ask us what we wanted but as I had said they were for my father, the bartender probably knew what he usually drank. Spinning around the man gave us four glasses of whiskey on rocks, a cocktail and two shots of vodka I think.

“Thank you.”, smiling at him I took half of the shots, while the others were taken by Peter.

“That’s why I love you, (Y/N)!”

“Why? Because I can supply you with alcohol? And I thought you were a nice guy.”, I acted as though I had been hurt but the smile on my face gave me away.

“Well, we’ll see tonight.”

“You wanna get drunk?”

“Why not? And besides, tell me someone better to embarrass myself in front of than you.”, smirking I stopped and so did Peter. I got nearer and looked up at him.

“Then, what are we waiting for?”, his smile grew wider. We put the glasses on a table near us and we both stayed with the two shots of vodka. Cheering we tangled our hands, just like the married couple do at their wedding, and drank them on ex.

“Shit.”, i exclaimed as I felt the liquid going down my throat.

“That thing is like fire, dammit.”, Peter was coughing and I was laughing at him.

“I thought you were tougher than that, Parker.”

“You have seen nothing, yet, darling.”

“I hope so.”, smirking, we took the next shot.

And we were on a roll. After we finished our drinks we decided to have some fun. I dragged Peter to the dance floor. Although we were drinking so much for a first time, I didn’t feel drunk, neither did Peter. We just had more courage and didn’t care about the world. Dancing around, laughing at our moves, joking and flirting with each other distracted us and we didn’t see my father getting near. I was about to bump at him when a strong figure stood between my father and I. Looking up I saw Thor’s face and beamed.

I threw my hands in the air happy to see the god and opened my mouth but he used his free hand to shut me. He looked back and stood like that for some seconds. After that he let me go and drank from his whiskey.

“What was that for?”, although I wanted to be angry I couldn’t stop smiling like a fool.

“You two were about to get in a serious trouble if it wasn’t me and Nat to prevent Tony from seeing you.”

“Thank you, Thor!”, exclaiming I hugged him tightly which coughed him off guard. Peter used the opportunity to steal Thor’s drink and take a sip.

“No, no!”, he tried to get it back but I was the one who took it from Peter. Thor turned towards me but he wasn’t that fast as I tried the beverage, too, “Shit, shit, shit!”, he couldn’t stop cursing as he saw his glass empty.

Suddenly everything in the room became blur and spun. I staggered and caught Peter’s arm to regain balance but Peter was about to fall. It was Thor who took us and helped us stay still. A minute or two later everything was fine but far away from normal.

“I thought that was whiskey. ” , Peter spoke.

“It was, but I have put something special from Asgard as your alcohol cannot affect me that much. Shit! Tony’s gonna kill me.”

“I feel awesome.”, I was definitely drunk as the words escaping my mouth were in a slow motion.

Thor turned around hoping he would see Nat or Steve or anybody except Tony that would help him. I grabbed Peter and tried to drag him away from the Norse god without falling on the floor. We were away from him but we bumped in someone else. Turned out to be Vision.

“Hello.”, he greeted us, “I thought Mr. Stark forbade you to come.”

“Hello, Vision.”, Peter said, the smile never leaving his face.

“No, I talked with him later.”, I didn’t know why but I couldn’t stop laughing, “He said yes.”

“You look drunk.”

“Yes.”, I screamed, “That was the point, right Peter?”, unfortunately I turned around too fast and staggered. I fell on Peter but as he was as drunk as me we both fell on the floor.

“It seems you fell for me, huh?”

“For you, dunno, but thanks in it was on you.”

We were sounding so stupid and I was sure there was no logic on whatever we were saying. I lied next to him and burst out laughing.

“There you are!”, Nat shouted angrily as she approached us, Thor behind her.

“Hello, Nat! Do you have some drinks with you?”

“No drinks for you anymore!”

“But I want!”, both Peter and I shouted and looked like spoilt brats. We looked at each other and again we began acting as though we had been insane.

“Oh, god! Thor, why did you give your asgardian thing to them?”

“Do not shout at me, Natasha! It’s not like I let them, they just stole it.”

“What are we going to do with those two. They are uncontrollable.”, while she was talking to the Norse god, she didn’t manage to see us sneaking out. For an assassin she wasn’t that good with keeping an eye on people.

“Where are they?!”

“Where is who?”, as the question was asked, the three superheroes froze. It was Thor to turn around and speak.

“Natasha’s weapons. She thinks somebody has stolen them.”

“Oh, I will buy you others. Just have some fun for one night. You guys surely do not know how to enjoy a party.”, Tony rolled his eyes and turned around to leave his mates.

“That was close.”, Nat breathed out, “We better find them. Now!”

“It won’t be that hard. They are over there.”, Vision pointed at us as were roaming around the room stealing drinks left without a supervision. We were taking, drinking, leaving the glass. I was about to do it again but I felt strong arms around my waist.

“If you wanted me, you could have just asked me.”

“I surely do not like your drinking state.”, Thor stated as he lift me and began walking out of the room. I took a hold of the door trying to prevent him from getting me out.

“No! I am not going anywhere!”, after some minutes of struggling to take me out of the room, he finally did.

“Those two are like newborns. You should always supervise them.”, Steve spoke as he caught up with us, holding Peter who was doing everything he could to get out of Cap’s grip.

“Captain America is here to save the princess from the villain.”

“No, Captain America is here to save both your and our lives from your angry dad if he finds out about your state.”

“You are bad. I and Peter wanted fun. You ruined it.”

The next thing I remember was the ceiling of my room.

I couldn’t say opening my eyes was an easy job. Even the slight light in the room was causing me a splitting headache. It was like somebody was hitting me with a hammer after they had punched me several times and had slammed my head against the wall. My eyes were in agony, I just wanted to get them out of my head. Finally I managed to open my eyes but of course with a lot of cursing and groaning which caused the awakening of somebody in the other corner of the bed.

I made an effort to sit up and look who was there but the sudden and stronger pain in the back of my head stopped me. This time I wasn’t the only one groaning in pain.

“Shit. My head is about to explode.”, I heard Peter’s voice. Events from last night started to appear but they were like small pieces of a really enormous puzzle.

“What happened last night?”, whispering, I started to massage my head in order to reduce the pain.

“Dunno.”, the boy answered. I didn’t feel the bed moving so he was probably in lack of energy just like me, “But we have overdone drinking.”

“You don’t say…”

I closed my eyes again ready to fall asleep when I felt something vibrating. Turning around I saw some black spots due to the fast movement. When everything came back to normal I looked at the night stand next to my bed. There was a message from Nat but I first spotted were the two glasses of water and some pills. Smiling I took one of them and threw the other at Peter.

“What the hell, (Y/N)?”

“Just take it. I hope it helps.”, groaning he sat up with a lot of effort. Of course he was in the sitting position five minutes later but still, he took the water and swallowed the liquid and the pill.

“My dad’s gonna kill us.”

“Only if he finds out.”, Peter mumbled as he laid back on the bed. And speaking of the devil…

“You are in a serious trouble young lady!”, my dad’s voice was loud bun with the hangover it sounded as though I had been near music columns.

“Daddy, please…”, I whispered and massaged my head again.

“Do not daddy me! How could you do this? After I forbade you!”

“Of course she would do so, Tony.”, Clint stated. I hadn’t noticed that some of the Avengers were in the room, “She’s your daughter after all.”

“I- wait, what?!”, Tony looked confused yet angry at his teammate.

“Clint’s right and you know it. How many times have we forbidden you do something and you still have done it anyway.”

“How am I the guilty one now?”

“Dad, please, do not shout…”

“Peter, what are you doing here?!”

“I-”, Peter stuttered as Tony’s attention was now on him. It seemed that my daddy didn’t notice him when he burst into the room.

“It’s not his fault. He just came with me to keep an eye! I made him drink all the shots and Thor’s asgardian thi-”

“You gave them that?!”, dad looked at Thor with wide eyes filled with shock and anger, “You gave my daughter -”

“Oh, no! No, no and no! Not again. I did not give them anything, they stole it and drank it.”, with an irritated face Thor left the room. I should apologize to him later, he has done everything he could to save me from my dad after all.

“Can you leave us, alone?”, seven or eight heads turned towards me. They all nodded and left the room. Nat came and helped Peter who was still trying to fight his hangover. Well, next time I would know that he should not drink so much.

“Peter, next time I see you in my daughter’s bed I would end you.”, Dad threatened him.

“Daddy.”, Tony looked at me and once he saw the pain written on my face and heard the desperation in my voice he calmed down a little. Coming closer he sat on the bed next to me.

“I’m sorry.”

“What?”, I expected him to shout, throw things, be sarcastic, angry…anything but apologizing was something I did not thought would follow.

“I shouldn’t have disallowed you from coming. I, Clint was right…I know what I’ve been doing when I was your age and I just didn’t want you to be the same. In attempts to protect you from turning into me,  have caused something way worse…I know you are probably hating me, not only because of the party bur for everything…”

“I don’t hate you, dad. Fuck it, I love you more than anything. It’s just I spent my days here, doing nothing, especially when you are on missions. I just wanted some fun, some socialization, some…some time with you, even though it would be on a party. I’m sorry I acted like this. I wanted to prove something to myself and mainly because I wanted to break the rules…”

“Sounds like a man I know.”, a smile cracked on his face and we both laughed at the comment.

“Can we…can we spend the day together? Just me and you?”

“Of course darling.”, daddy responded. I didn’t miss the tears he was holding back. Tony and I had never been much into such talks, apologizing for hours and so on. We needed only one hug or look to understand each other and know the things were better, “But I have something to do first.”, he said and stood up.


“Killing my teammates for trying to hide you and your drunk ass from me.”

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You Steal the Air out of My Lungs (You Make Me Feel It)

*click through to read on ao3

written by: Emily | @prosciuttoe

prompt: ‘I know that you think I hate you but I swear to God I didn’t mean to hit you with my car.‘

word count: 2815

The funny thing is, under entirely different circumstances, Clarke’s pretty sure that she and Bellamy Blake could have been friends.

The first time she meets him, Kane is introducing them and he’s supposed to be showing her the ropes, since it’s her first day at the bookstore. He has a well-worn copy of Howl’s Moving Castle sticking out of his bag, freckles, and dark, messy curls that Clarke really wants to run her fingers through. (She’s… pretty intrigued, if she’s being entirely honest.)

But then he opens his big, stupid mouth, and suddenly all of her feelings of goodwill go up in smoke, because Bellamy Blake is, undoubtedly, a massive asshole.

He won’t stop calling her Princess, for one, and makes a face every time she so much as asks a question about the cash register. The constant jibes about her having gotten the job due to nepotism (so their boss may also be her mom’s fiancé, sue her) certainly don’t help either, and he actually laughs when a book display falls on her foot.

Suffice to say, he is definitely not her favorite person. On particularly bad days, she entertains a fantasy or two of shoving him down a flight of stairs. On worse ones, she dreams of pushing him down a manhole.

Still, murderous tendencies aside, Clarke doesn’t mean to actually run him over with her car.

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anonymous asked:

you and sam went to different high schools and never knew each other but still followed on another on social media. one week out of your summer you go to a drama retreat that is boys and girls. when he sees u he's shook but he's also like "ive gotta girl" but youre paired off in groups and youre in it together and he gets to know you blah blah him and his girl split and you talk him through it and soon youre dating bc NNJMSIm d-becca

okay so i can see this happening big time

for this one i had to kind of demonize the ex, so sorry in advance :-/ but this shit happens more often than you think.

just three months

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Right Here

Sami Zayn/OC (smut): You and Sami are best friends and get into an argument over him not liking the guy you’re seeing. But when you get dumped, he’s there to comfort you and later on, your true feelings for each other come out. (Slightly fluffy as well, because come on, Sami Zayn is sweet lil’ ball of sunshine.)

Tagging: the lovely @xfirespritex

I’m so excited to finally be posting this, I hope you guys like it!

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Vanilla Stage - Connor McDavid

Originally posted by wonthetrade

Notes: you won’t get the title unless you read the entire thing sorry yall. but this ended up being longer than i thought, so here ya go!! hope you enjoy :)

Warnings: sex-related things

Request: Can you do a Connor McDavid one where you guys have been dating since high school and you already know all the guys and the wags. everyone thinks you guys are innocent baby’s but then you go to one of there houses for a pool party and there are scratches all over his back and hickeys on your neck and boobs. And they tease you guys ????? You are an amazing writer.😁😁😁😁           

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A Wild Night in Vegas -- Part 12

Two chapters in two weeks! @outlandishchridhe and I are rather proud of ourselves, honestly. And, because this chapter is INCREDIBLY long (13 pages on our Google doc [a new record!]) I’m putting it after a break. If it won’t load for you, you can read the full chapter over on my AO3 account HERE

I have to dedicate this chapter to my wonderful mum @thatwetwomaybeoneagain who kindly requested we put in a bit of canon dialogue. So we did, and I hope you enjoy it mum!

Fraser Bairn Watch: Month 6

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best friends

This one’s for the anon who prompted me with Stiles and Derek as five year olds. All together now: awwww! 

It’s been a long time since John Stilinski woke up to the sight of Stiles streaking naked around the living room. Although, if he’s honest with himself, it hasn’t been that long. It’s Stiles, after all. But it’s been a long time since Stiles was running around naked and he only came up to John’s waist.

“Stiles?” John asks, jaw dropping. His eighteen-year-old son doesn’t look a day over five.

“Daddy!” Stiles dives into his lap, bare knees squeaking against the worn leather of the chair.

He’s so damn little.

John runs his hands down his cold back, and stares helplessly over his shoulder at Scott, who suddenly appears in the doorway.

“Um,” Scott says. “So there were these witches…”


It’s really dark. Derek isn’t scared of the dark, because he’s an alpha and he’s not scared of anything. He has claws and red eyes, and he’s the scariest thing in the dark! He’s much scarier than the bogeyman. He prowls back and forth on the cold floor for a little while, making practice growls and pretending to fight bad guys, but then he finishes doing that and it’s still dark, and now he’s hungry too, and there’s nothing in his refrigerator except some eggs and some powder stuff in a tin that tastes really gross.

Derek’s tummy growls, and he stands on his tiptoes to see if there’s anything in the cabinets. Then, because he’s still not tall enough, he gets a stool and clambers up on that instead. There’s some stuff in the cabinets, but Derek’s not super great at reading yet, and he doesn’t recognize any of these labels. None of them are peanut butter, that’s for sure. Maybe alphas don’t eat peanut butter. Maybe grownups don’t. Derek isn’t really sure of the rules.

He wishes his mom was here.

Derek’s tummy hurts and it’s not just because he’s hungry. It’s because he knows that this is supposed to be where he lives except nothing here feels right. He wants Mom and Dad. He wants Laura. He wants to be sitting at the kitchen table, swinging his legs and watching eagerly while dinner gets made. This cold dark open space isn’t his home.

Where’s Mom?

He knows he should remember, but it’s really, really hard.

It’s like the longer he stands here in the dark, the harder it gets.

The smaller he feels.

“Mom?” he whispers in the dark. “Momma?”

Nobody answers him.

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Wrecked (post 2x11)

(I don’t usually write things that are set right after an episode has aired or whatever, but this just popped into my head. I don’t think it will ever particularly contradict canon, it’s just a little insert between 2x11 and 2x12)


Every time Alec’s phone buzzed to alert him to a new text in the morning following their encounter with Azazel, he found himself yanking it out of his pocket, unlocking it in anticipation of a text from Magnus.


Magnus had said he’d call, Alec thought, as he shucked off his gear slowly with the others, after following Jace and Clary down an alleyway to follow a group of demons for…god, he couldn’t even remember. Something pointless, he expected. But there’d been nothing by radio silence. Not even a text to let Alec know that Magnus was alright, after his exhaustion the previous day.

Although, it hadn’t quite seemed like mere exhaustion. Magnus had looked…confused, bewildered, shell-shocked. He’d seemed uncertain, eyes darting around. And, more importantly, he hadn’t met Alec’s gaze until right when he’d said goodbye.

It wasn’t like Magnus’ breathless collapse all those weeks ago after healing Luke, when he’d sagged against Alec’s chest as though he couldn’t make his muscles work for another moment, only to recover a few hours later.

When Alec asked, Jace promised to cover for him and call him, if anything urgent arose, and so Alec snuck out of the Institute at a little before eleven o'clock, heading across the city to Brooklyn.

He stopped off at a pastry shop he knew Magnus liked before he dashed across the street to his boyfriend’s loft, hoping that the surprise wouldn’t be an unpleasant one. It wasn’t like Magnus had ever made him feel unwelcome; he’d just acted so strangely the day before.

“Magnus?” Alec called, frowning when the door didn’t swing open for him. He rapped his knuckles against the wood. “Magnus, are you home? Can I come in?”

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Sleepless Mornings

Originally posted by jinjins-freckles

Pairing: Dowoon x Reader (ft. Brain)

Words: 1k

Warnings: Mild sexual themes implied.

a/n: Someone asked for Brian with #62 (”If you can’t sleep… We could have sex”) and someone asked for the same with Dowoon, so I combined them. 

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A deep buried secret - Ashton Irwin

Pairing: Ashton x Reader

Word Count: 2,7k

Rating/Warnings: General Audiences, no warnings. 

Request: “ could you write an Ashton imagine where he’s one of your friends from high school and now you’re neighbors in your dorm in college and he’s developed feelings for you but he’s weirdly shy about it because he doesn’t think you’ll reciprocate his feelings? and everything you do drives him crazy because you’re super comfortable around him since you’re unaware of his feelings??”

Summary: Ashton has a secret and is afraid to tell you, but what about you?

A/N: Please leave some constructive feedback to help me improve my writing. Also, don’t forget to request new stuff!

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fic for victuuri week day two!

Title: i didn’t need to graduate, anyway

Rating: Teen.

Wordcount: 4.2k

Based on the prompt: “i’ve been brought to the future for historical study and you’re one of the scholars questioning me.” In which Yuuri has to interview someone from the past, and Victor was a famous figure skater who died about 50 years ago. It’s hard to interview someone when you’re either flirting or gossipping, fyi. /
“Um, Mr. Nikiforov,” he starts, wincing at how stupidly awkward he sounds.

“Oh, please.” From where he’s sitting down at the table, Victor smiles at him, leaning forward just a bit, and sets his palm over the back of Yuuri’s hand, making him snap up to stare at him. “Just call me Victor.”

Link to AO3: here

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