this turned out so well it almost became the official cover of the fic

Imagine spending Sebastian’s birthday with him.

A/N: I don’t know where you are, but in Australia it’s Sebastian Stan’s birthday so here’s a little Seb based fic. I know I don’t write many of these ‘cause well, I’m in-love with Chris. But for those who prefer Seb, this one’s for you. ❤️ 

Today was one of those beautiful days in New York Sebastian always talked about when he was asked about his city. The weather was stupendous, it was almost as though the universe had parceled it out to him as a birthday present. 8:00AM had him waiting outside your apartment building, observing each passerby with great sonder. The thought had was all these people passing him had lives as vivid and complex as his, perhaps they had a birthday to celebrate with their best friend too. He couldn’t tell; no two lives were the same. You were meant to pick Sebastian up at his, but he couldn’t wait. The two of you had plans to spend the day together before his birthday party tonight with the rest of your mutual friends. His boys already had him with a pre-celebration at The Surf Lodge, so now it was your turn. If Sebastian was being honest with himself, he’d rather the whole twenty-four hours with just the girl he loved.

You’d been friends with Sebastian since college. The two of you were so close that if he weren’t out of the state filming, you made sure to see each other at least once a day. It didn’t even have to be an official plan, you could come home and see him waiting on your couch. You had one of those relationships where it wouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone if the two of you got together, but it also wouldn’t if you simply remained friends. There was no fear of risking your friendship preventing you from being together, you were just content with what you had going. It wasn’t like you hadn’t discussed it before, or shared a drunken kiss or two. It was hard to define the kind of love you carried for each other. It was a mix of many; the lines were always blurred. The two of you could be radically happy as a couple, yet if you saw him with another girl- you’d just be happy for him. It was the same if he saw you with another guy because unadulterated happiness was what you wanted for the other, it didn’t matter how it was achieved.

But Sebastian was starting to question the methods, wondering if he was being bereft of a great life with you. He was turning thirty-five, he was getting to an age his mother was starting to worry about. Out of everything he’d accomplished in his thirty-five years, marriage and kids were yet to be conquered. She wanted that for him like every mother wanted it for her child, and she wanted it more whenever he saw him with you. She may have respected your decisions as adults not to pursue a relationship with increasingly high success rates, but she didn’t understand it. If she were either of you and she knew the person standing before her was easily the one she could spend the rest of her life with, she’d sweep that opportunity off its feet the second it became available. She forced that idea on Sebastian at dinner last night, promising him that “one day, she’s going to be with another guy and you’re not going to be okay with it.”

“Sebastian Stan,” he heard you call his name and he turned; the smile was on his face even before he saw yours. “What are you doing here?” You chuckled. “I’m meant to go pick you up, it’s your birthday.” He shrugged, pulling you in for a hug. “Happy birthday, old man.” Your arms wrapped around his torso tightly. Time stood still for the both of you and a comfortable silence ensued. You both smiled because nothing compared to the feeling of being held by each other. You, too, were starting to question if being just friends was enough for you anymore.

“You realize you’re only a year younger than me, right?”

“Mm hm,” you nodded, pulling away. “And don’t you forget it,” you held out his present for him and he took it, releasing a soft laugh when you said, “old man.” He held the small box in his hand, turning it left and right as he admired the wrapping. “You can open it now if you want,” you informed him when you saw his empty wrist. “It’s nothing fancy,” you bit back your smile when you said that.

“You always say that when you get me something fancy,” he chuckled, gently tearing into the paper. You suppressed your urge to laugh when he said that, he simply knew you too well. “Holy shit,” he cussed when he saw the packaging. “Are you out of your mind?” He scrunched the wrapping paper and tucked the ball under his arm, opening the Audemars Piguet box to reveal a beautiful watch: a Jules Audemars Tourbillion silver dial watch. “Why did you spend so much money on me?”

“It wasn’t that much,” you shrugged nonchalantly as you walked off in the direction of the café the two of you were planning to have breakfast at. Sebastian followed after you, closing the box. He wasn’t an idiot, that was a very expensive watch. So much so he felt the need to cover it with the wrapping paper so no one could see what it was. He wasn’t afraid you’d broken your bank, it was hard for a successful owner of a big publishing company to do that. He just found the gift unnecessary considering he was happy with your presence as a gift. “If you’re going to whine about the gift all day, I’m turning around and going home.”

“Trust me I’m very aware of what you’d do if I whine about my gift.” You’d left him on his birthday before, but he’d bugged you too much. You came back with cake, but he stopped whining after that incident. He hurried after you, joining your side. “Can I just say one thing?” He asked.

“Depends,” you glanced at him, slipping your hand into his. “Is that one thing ‘thank you, I love my new watch’?” You raised a brow then smiled when he laughed. “If that is so, no need.” You told him and he sighed, squeezing your hand. “Are you going to just carry it in the box, or are you going to put the watch on?”

“Can I put it in your bag first so we don’t get robbed in broad daylight?”

“God, you’re so dramatic,” you laughed, taking your hand out of his to hold open your bag for him to put his gift in. “No wonder you became an actor, I can’t imagine you doing anything else.” He rolled his eyes, flashing his teeth when he smiled. “Can you promise me you’ll wear it?”

“Of course I’ll wear it, darling,” he gently pinched your chin. “It’s a beautiful watch and I am very grateful you got it for me.” You smiled, letting him take your hand as the two of you continued down the street. “So can we sidetrack my birthday for a second and talk about yours, ‘cause for the first time in sixteen years I actually don’t know what’s happening. Are you having a party, are you-” You laughed at his confusion, and he chuckled, “what are you doing?”

“Nothing,” you shrugged.

“You love birthdays and you’re telling me you’ve got nothing planned?” He asked and you nodded. “No,” he shook his head, discounting anything you’ve told him. “I don’t believe you. You always do something for your birthday, big or small- I have never seen you do nothing for it, so let me know so I can accommodate whatever it is you have planned.”

“I have nothing planned, Seb,” you assured him. “I’m not lying. It’s on a Friday so I’m going to work. I have no plans, other than you. I am definitely going to go see you because- well, it’ll just be sad if I don’t see anyone I love on my birthday.” He eyed you suspiciously and you laughed. “I’m not lying!”

“Okay, even if you don’t have a party planned- I am not letting you spend your birthday working, you are going to take the day off because you can as the CEO.” You shrugged, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with his statement. “We’re going to spend the day like tourists, visiting all the hotspots in New York like we did when we were younger. Okay?”

“Okay,” you nodded.

The comfortable silence returned as you and Sebastian continued to walk, then he suddenly stopped and moved in front of you. You looked at him with furrowed brows then felt your facials softened when he said, “how would you feel if I told you I loved you?”

“Depends if this is a confession,” you answered. “I feel like you’re quoting Ed Sheeran and I um- I don’t really know how to process that.” He chuckled, shaking his head in utter disbelief that he’d waited this long to decide you were the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. “This feels like a weird conversation to have on the side of the street.”

“I know, but I had dinner with my mom yesterday and she told me that one day I’m going to see you with another guy and I won’t be okay with it.” He told you. “I went home and I couldn’t sleep because of that, the idea of you with someone else. And it’s insane because- all I want is for you to be happy, be it with me or without me. Then I realized I was in-love with you and suddenly all that time I spent just being your friend became absurd to me.” He stopped rambling when he realized you hadn’t said anything. “Am I ruining this by telling you that?”

“No, of course not,” you shook your head. “Seb-” you chuckled, feeling your smile reach your eyes. Your mind was cloyed, it felt like felicity hearing him admit that. It didn’t occur to you how much you wanted him to admit that until that very moment. “I’m in-love with you too.” His smile tenfold. “I can’t believe it took us sixteen years to get here, but- I am. I can’t imagine my life without you in it, and I can’t imagine having to spend the rest of it seeing you with someone else. So yeah,” you felt your eyes water, “I’m in-love with you too.”

“Let it be known,” he began as he pulled you into him, a hand on your waist and the other gently caressing your face. “That my thirty-fifth birthday is officially,” he dipped his head and lowered his voice into a soft whisper, “the best,” he inched closer to your lips, “birthday,” he smiled, “ever.” You chuckled then met his lips a passionate kiss.

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Partners In Love [Kacchako]

Originally posted by alexbenedetto

A/N: AHHh. I don’t even know what happened here. THIS IS NOT A PROMPT, I HAVE SINNED. But I was browsing through Kacchako tag and … ? I still love this so much so I couldn’t help myself. This fic was written before I even knew it. 

Summary: Uraraka isn’t sure what to think of Bakugou and herself yet. They have gotten close, like, they do all sorts of things together but are not dating yet. Getting herself tickled to death by him is probably the most relationshippiest thing she gets involved in so far, and she isn’t so sure if she should be happy about that?

Word Count: 2040


“What? You and Bakugou? Since when?” Uraraka blushed as she sat in between her friends Iida and Deku, telling a short summary of the story of how she had started to hang out with Bakugou.

“U-um well. It started with that he wanted me to help him train?” she muttered shyly, and Deku and Iida exchanged glances.

“Well yeah, I was to send him rocks and stuff a-and he’d explode them all to train his accuracy and all!” Uraraka giggled like a high school girl in love. Which she actually was.

“Right. And then you two became a thing?” Mr. Logic brains Iida stated, and Uraraka blushed and nodded nervously. That sounded… dumb actually.

“Well from one thing came the other and.. yes, basically. But we haven’t yet –” 

“Way to goooo Uraraka! Kacchan is probably the toughest guy ever, well done!” Deku blurted out before she could finish, and Uraraka squeaked when he poked her playfully. 

“Oh! Hehe sorry, you’re ticklish?” Deku asked her sweetly, and he poked her again. Uraraka giggled and nodded, her hand covering her mouth to muffle her squeaks when Iida joined in randomly and she was being poked from both sides.

“Y-yes! St-stohohop!” Uraraka squeaked like a baby animal, and both guys laughed.

“Hehe you’re really ticklish. Don’t let Kacchan find out,” Deku said with a casual smile, and Uraraka blushed even more.

“W-why…?” Deku only had this knowing expression on his face that showed so many things. Uraraka could read childhood traumas, pain, embarrassment and everything in it, and before she could keep asking Bakugou already showed up in the cafetaria.

“Ocha, let’s train.” He already turned around again and left before her. Uraraka shrinked nervously when she felt Deku and Iida’s eyes on her.

Ocha?” Deku asked with a giggle.

“Let’s train? Is that new code language?” Iida asked, pushing his glasses further onto his face as if he was really thinking seriously about this.

“You guys! I’m leaving!” She quickly grabbed her bag and followed after her… boyfriend? Not quite yet. Friend? Potential lover? When was dating official? They hadn’t kissed yet. Only held hands… He held her shoulder once when she sat next to him, and he sometimes patted her head. So far the touchy bit. 

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Shadowhunter!Wonwoo

A/N: Here’s a Shadowhunter!Wonwoo for Anon! Although I have been planning to read The Mortal Instruments, I haven’t got the time to read the series so I had to do a little research before actually writing this one down. I hope it’s alright! ^^” Please do leave constructive criticism and thank you for requesting~

Originally posted by dinochans


  • Wonwoo was actually a mortal before he ascended as a nephilim 
  • You see, Wonwoo was gifted with the Sight ever since he was young
  • Some nights, he’d go up to parents and was like “Mommy! Mommy! There’s a monster outside my window!”
  • And of course his parents thought it was just his overactive imagination
  • Especially since Wonwoo loves to read fairytales
  • They figured it’s just one of the stories he read
  • So they let it slide and told him they weren’t real
  • Little Wonwoo couldn’t sleep at night because of the things he saw
  • Like when he went to the florist that afternoon with his mom, the florist had pointed ears and pixieish features
  • And the other time he saw a doggie with a scary mouth when he was on a walk from school
  • It got to the point that his parents grew concerned for him
  • So they did what they thought was best for him
  • They sent him to a therapist
  • Wonwoo’s parents thought he’d been experiencing extreme hallucinations
  • Needless to say, Wonwoo knew he had to do something before they send him somewhere worse
  • So he learned to act
  • He pretended as if he stopped seeing things, blamed it on his childish imaginations
  • He told his therapist what they wanted to hear
  • Pretended that he was normal and as if he didn’t see the people with pointed fangs on the streets when he got home from school late into the night
  • And while he started lying to his parents, it felt like he began to lie to himself, too
  • Wonwoo still finds solace in books
  • While in childhood he enjoyed it as a pastime, now he sees them as a safe haven
  • In books, he didn’t have to see all the terrible things he does on the streets
  • He could be anybody but Jeon Wonwoo the freak
  • The Jeon Wonwoo who could see monsters and got bullied for seeing things he shouldn’t be able to see
  • In books, he could run away from everything
  • In books, he could pretend there aren’t monsters outside his door
  • His parents eventually stopped sending him for therapy when he got into high school
  • And for a while, everything was fine
  • Wonwoo finally felt as if he had his life back, despite still being able to see the weirdest things on the daily
  • Sometimes the monsters notice if he was looking, sometimes they don’t
  • When they did, Wonwoo would just pretend he didn’t see them
  • It worked just fine for him and he successfully played the role throughout his high school years
  • Until it all changed after he graduated
  • Wonwoo had just gotten home from a graduation party at his friend’s house when he found his parents in his living room
  • Dead, a vampire sucking the life force out of his own mother
  • Wonwoo’s vision turned red 
  • He grabbed the closest thing to him, which was his mother’s well-loved flower vase and used it to smash the vampire on the head
  • Which only made it even angrier
  • Oh s***
  • The vampire pounced on him and Wonwoo couldn’t decipher what happened next
  • But one second he was struggling to break free from the creature’s hold and the next it was sent flying halfway across the room
  • Wonwoo looked up to see a tall boy, roughly his age, give or take a year or two younger, dressed in all-black with tattoos on his arms
  • What made him look twice was the glowing dagger clutched in the stranger’s palm
  • (Wonwoo would later learn it’s called a Seraph)
  • “Who are you?” Wonwoo rasped out
  • “You can see me?” the boy asked, his eyes widening
  • And Wonwoo’s like yes, of course, why wouldn’t I
  • But their interaction was cut off when the vampire lunged itself towards the boy
  • They had a scuffle, with the boy trying to get the vampire off him this time and Wonwoo was struck with a sense of panic
  • whatdoIdowhatdoIdowhatdoIdo
  • He grabbed a hold of it and took one of his family portraits and smashed it against the vampire’s exposed back
  • And it was enough of distraction to cause the vampire to turn towards him and the boy in black plunged his blade into its neck
  • The creature gargled in its own blood before it went completely slack
  • The boy raised both of his hands when he saw the look in Wonwoo’s eyes
  • “I’m the good guy. I promise.”
  • “What are you?” Wonwoo asked
  • “A shadowhunter.”
  • “A what?”
  • “Shadowhunter. We kill Downworlders–Monsters if you will–like them.” Mingyu said as he pointed at the body slumped on the floor
  • It was that night that Wonwoo found out what he was
  • It was also the night he swore he’d take revenge for what happened to his parents
  • Seeing that he had nowhere else to go to, along with wha led to his parents death, the boy, who he’d later find out was Mingyu, took him in and led him to the doorsteps of the Seoul Institute
  • Mingyu himself wasn’t an official Shadowhunter at that time, a mere trainee
  • But Wonwoo was welcomed with open arms in the Institute
  • And while he was too old by the time he joined the Academy, he was a fast learner
  • His hard-work, along with his book smarts, made him one of the best upon the completion of his training
  • Mingyu and him decided to travel to Beijing and Shanghai to broaden their horizons, as traditionally done by newly graduated Shadowhunters
  • But eventually, both him and Mingyu were placed in the Seoul Institue
  • And with Wonwoo’s knowledge and Mingyu’s craftsmanship, they quickly rose in reputation since their placement
  • They became one of the most effective teams and is pretty well-known
  • They killed Downworlders here and there, not showing mercy, especially in Wonwoo’s part
  • His parents’ death was still fresh in his mind and he doesn’t think he’d ever stop until every single on of these demons are gone
  • Seeing their chemistry and ability to work well with each other, Wonwoo and Mingyu ended up as parabatai
  • One night, they were patrolling around the city
  • Red light districts are a particularly hotspot for Downworlder activities so that’s where they found themselves roam around that night
  • He and Mingyu decided to split up to cover more grounds
  • They’d know when they would need each other anyways
  • And Wonwoo was walking down the streets, taking into account every crook and allies when he spotted you
  • lt was your rookie mistake, as you didn’t choose a particularly hidden spot before you enjoyed your meal
  • Your meal being a middle-aged man in crumpled suits, currently lost in utter euphoria as you sucked on his neck
  • ‘A fledgling’ he thought to himself as he took aim 
  • You heard the sound and you dropped the man, now unconcious, and you turn and see a leather-clad man with a crossbow
  • He had this crossbow trained on you, ready to fire when he caught your eyes
  • For a Downworlder, a supposed-monster, your eyes are oddly clear
  • You almost innocent, even with the blood smeared all over your lips
  • Wonwoo couldn’t find a hint of maliciousness in them, only fear and desperation
  • “I-I’m so sorry… I’m so.. hungry…” you whispered, trembling under his cold eyes
  • Wonwoo couldn’t think, he couldn’t breathe
  • ‘Why am I hesitating?’ he thought
  • Wonwoo almost felt angry at himself for not being able to just pull the trigger
  • Not when you’re looking at him like that
  • “Please, don’t kill me..” another whimper escaped your lips
  • At very that moment, he didn’t know what compelled him to do so
  • But he lowered his crossbow and gave you a long look before he disappeared into the darkness
  • ‘Don’t think I’ll let you go twice.’
Missed Calls

Originally posted by dailyteamcap

Request: Can I get a one shot where Bucky goes missing for a while and when he comes back, the reader and him have a moment?? 

Word Count: 1,185

(A/N: This is my first Bucky fic, but he’s one of my favorite characters so I hope this does him justice!) 


Y/n paced the apartment once more, certain that if she had to wait one more minute, she’d die from worry. She glanced at her watch. The hour hand just passed one A.M. Bucky had officially been missing for 72 hours. He wasn’t answering his phone, and neither was Steve or Sam. Even Wanda, her best girl friend, wasn’t answering her calls.

“Something’s happened in Wakanda. We have to go.” Steve said when he came to get Bucky late on Wednesday night. Bucky scrambled to get his stuff together, and on his way out and through hurried goodbyes, he promised to text her later.

Now it was Saturday. Y/n had worked a double at the hospital and she was exhausted, but couldn’t think past her worry for her friends. She was worried about Bucky more than anyone though. She told herself it was because he had just finished with his treatment to basically de-Winter Soldier himself, and she was scared what a mission like this would do to him. While it was partially that, the anxiety was mostly because she liked him more than just friends, and she hadn’t gotten to tell him yet. She’d been trying to work up the courage to tell him ever since he moved in.

She laughed at the memory of that day. She and her best friend, Sam, were having their weekly ‘friend’s night’ when Sam asked her if she’d be willing to let a friend of his crash at her place for a while. What he failed to mention was that the friend was Winter Soldier James Buchanan Barnes and that the needed to stay there because the FBI were after him for some reason that Sam couldn’t say. He said he’d only need to stay until the Accords were said and done with, but the Accords were signed months ago. Y/n reluctantly said yes, because she knew that’s what Sam would do if their places were flipped. She didn’t expect to hit it off with Bucky as well as she did. They became best friends extremely fast, and Y//n began to get feelings even faster.

And here she was now: panic pacing around her apartment, a few minutes away from calling the FBI to start a man hunt for her friends. She walked to the kitchen and poured herself another cup of coffee. She checked her phone once more. Nothing. She called Sam’s phone, again. She called Natasha’s phone, again. She called Bucky’s phone, again. Still nothing.

“If those assholes aren’t dead, I’ll kill them myself.” She said to the air, when she heard the sound of the front door click open. She sat her coffee down and ran to the door to see a beaten and bruised Bucky enter, followed by an equally worse-for-wear Sam.

They didn’t even have time to close the door before Y/n was yelling at them. “Seriously?! You didn’t call. You didn’t text. Nothing! And you just-”

“Okay Molly Weasley, we get it.” Sam said sarcastically. Y/n rolled her eyes at the reference. She didn’t care if she sounded like a nagging mother; she was pissed.

“You guys were gone for 72 hours! Not a single one of you answered my phone calls. I saw the news, assholes. I thought you were dead!” Tears of frustration threatened to roll down her cheeks, but she wouldn’t let them. “I may not have super powers or amazing tech that lets me fly, but I’m a part of this family now too.”

Sam walked over to her and pulled her into a hug. She relaxed slightly at his touch, but she didn’t hug him back. “I’m sorry, Y/n. I really am. I promise it won’t happen again.” He let go of her and kissed her forehead. “I’m gonna crash here if that’s okay.”

“Of course it is you jerk. Go. But this conversation isn’t over.” She said, much quieter this time. Sam trudged out of the foyer and toward the guest room. When the door was closed shut, Bucky tried to walk past Y/n. He was avoiding eye contact and looked like a dog with its tail between its legs.

“Oh no. You can’t get out of this one.” She hissed as she held him back by his metal arm. He turned to face her, and Y/n couldn’t help but notice how tired his eyes were. His face was covered in cuts and bruises, and his right eye was blackened. Y/n almost felt bad for yelling. Almost.

“I was worried sick about you. I haven’t slept since Thursday night- replaying the images I saw on the news over and over until I had convinced myself that you and Sam and the rest of the Avengers were among those dead bodies.” Bucky stared into Y/n’s equally tired eyes. He noticed she was still in her scrubs and smelled like antiseptic, coffee, and worry. Bucky didn’t know what to do or say to make the situation better.

He grabbed Y/n’s hand with his flesh one and squeezed. She dropped her head and felt the tears escape. “I’m sorry, Y/n. I didn’t mean to scare you like that. Things just got out of hand.” He pulled her into a hug, but this time she returned the gesture. “You know I wouldn’t do that intentionally, Doll. I promise it wouldn’t happen again.”

“Yeah, well, it better not.” She tried to joke, ignoring the way her stomach turned to butterflies at him calling her ‘doll’. He chuckled and buried his face into her neck. They stood there for some time, simply enjoying the closeness and quietness. Bucky pulled away after Y/n seemed to be calmer. She took the sleeve of her scrub top and wiped the tears from her eyes.

He smiled, “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you have feelings for me.”

He laughed, but Y/n didn’t. She swallowed her anxiety, and decided to do the thing she promised herself she’d never do. Before she could overanalyze it, she grabbed Bucky’s shoulders and pulled him into a kiss. It wasn’t a deep kiss, but it was passionate. Bucky kissed her back, and wrapped his arms around her waist. Y/n tilted her head to deepen the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck. When they parted to breathe, their lips tingled and their cheeks blushed.

“I-I’m sorry.” Y/n stammered as she untangled herself from him.

“Don’t be.” Bucky whispered. He blushed again and pulled her into another kiss. When they parted, he added, “I’ve been trying to find the right time to do that for a while.”

Y/n giggled lightly, “Well, I can tell you right now was not the right time.”

Bucky laughed loudly and smiled brightly. “It never is, is it?” Y/n and Bucky exchanged one more kiss before saying goodbye for the night. They were exhausted and knew that whatever conversations were to follow could wait until the morning.

Bucky walked out of the foyer and toward his bedroom. Y/n called after him before he could retire to his room. “This doesn’t make me any less mad at you!”

“Yeah, I know. But it definitely helped.”

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Why now? - Another Saeyoung Angst Fic

Title: Why Not?
Rating: Mature, includes death and shooting
Genre: Angst, all the angst
Game: Mystic Messenger
Characters: MC, RFA and Saeran
Description: MC loves Saeyoung and wants to tell him, but it’s too late, he’s found someone else, what’s MC to do?

Hey my lovely lovely followers, been wanting to do an angsty fic for a while and I wanted to do an MM one, I was inspired by this prompt, so enjoy :D

How long had I known Saeyoung for? Too long. How much had I been through with him? Too much. Ever since I had joined the RFA nearly two years ago, I knew I had felt something for the infamous hacker of the group. We had such amazing banter on the group chat, he constantly made me laugh and brought light in my life more than I thought a guy could ever do. Every time I logged in and he was in the chat room already, we always greeted each other with such love and admiration for one another, it felt good. More than good, amazing, fantastic, brilliant, any kind of positive adjective you could think of.

After the first few days of being part of the RFA, getting to know everyone, it didn’t take me long to realise I had feelings for him. The trip to go save his brother, Saeran, kind of just confirmed my feelings. My problem was, I wasn’t sure if he felt the same way.  He kept talking to me throughout his troubles, we even shared a few moments between us whilst Saeran was still healing. He would hug me just a little tighter, our fingers would brush against each-others and he would purposefully do it again, we even almost kissed one time but Saeran had woken up badly from a dream breaking the moment. I didn’t blame him, not in the least, but I genuinely wondered what would have happened if he had continued to sleep.

Zen was the first one to notice how I felt, and naturally Jumin was the last. It was during a meal that Zen and Yoosung asked how I felt whilst Saeyoung was on the phone checking on Saeran at home. Of course, I couldn’t deny it, and thankfully they were more than happy to hear about it.

“Oh my God, I’m so happy for you!” Yoosung grinned like a child.

“You two would make such a good couple, honestly, you’ve been through so much together” Zen grinned too “you going to tell him?”

“I’m not sure, I mean, Saeran comes first right now and he’s doing so well, I don’t want to mess that up, you know?” I said.

“No, of course, but do you want to tell him?” Zen asked.

“I do, not sure how but I do” I smiled, the blush on my cheeks flaring up.

“We’ll help you figure something out, I bet if you do something romantic and slightly geeky, he’ll have to tell you how he feels and you’ll be together forever, and and….”

“Zen, calm down” I chuckled, shushing him when Saeyoung came back and sat next to me.

“Saeran’s ok, had another nightmare but they’re getting easier so, all’s good in the hood!” he grinned, digging back into his food.

“I’m glad he’s ok, like I said, if you need anything again in the future, I’m there” I offered.

“Thanks! I do appreciate that!” he said, giving me a quick hug and we all continued our meal.

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First Encounter

Originally posted by stellarollins

Request - 15) Reader’s child from a previous relationship is a massive fan of the Superstar they are currently dating and they meet for the first time. 

Pairing - Roman Reigns X Female Reader + Reader’s Daughter

WordCount - 1,728

Requested By - @ashreigns 

Written By - Tacha

Key - Y/D/N - Your Daughter’s name.

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When you began dating Roman you never thought your relationship would come to this point. You didn’t expect things to go so well, with each man that you had seen as soon as they got any sort of information that you had a three-year-old daughter they disappeared. Gone. Without another word. But Roman was different. When you told him you had a three-year-old Daughter he didn’t run out of the door as fast as his legs could carrying. It was the total opposite, he sat down and began to question you about your Daughter. He actually showed interest in her. After you had left the restaurant that evening, you feared that you were never going to hear from Roman again, you were shocked that next morning when you noticed a text from Roman. You had to acknowledge that Roman was indeed sincere when you had dinner the night before.

Some time passed and Roman had asked you out for coffee which was why you currently sat in the cafe waiting for Roman to appear. While the meeting or date was completely out of the blue you were content while you waited for Roman to show up. You casually flipped through your phone until a bell rung high above the door, you turned observing Roman walking through the door lifting his sunglasses to sit firmly on the top of the head. Roman searched the coffee shop for you, he noticed you he manoeuvred through the collection of tables before taking a seat on the opposite side of the table reaching for your hand instantly.

“Hey, baby girl.” Roman slipped off his jacket placing behind the back of his chair.

“Hey, how’s work going?”

“Good, WrestleMania’s just around the corner so I’m busy. It’s part of the reason why I asked you to meet for coffee.” A young waitress came over and you and Roman both put in your order before returning to your conversation.

“So you didn’t want to spend time with me?” You puckered your lips as you playfully pouted at Roman, rolling his eyes he leant over the table kissing your lips passionately, Roman’s warm soft lips covered yours making you forget what you had been doing.

“Baby girl you know that I always want to spend time with you. Just like I want you to be there for Wrestlemania but when we spoke about it before you mentioned that you wouldn’t be able to come because no one will be able to have Y/D/N but recently I’ve been thinking.” The young lady returned with your order as she placed it down in front of you and Roam. You quietly thanked her before she left.

“What if you didn’t have to find someone to look after Y/D/N? What if she could come with you? With us. You’ve told me that she’s a big fan of mine and it would be an honour to give Y/D/N her first live wrestling experience. Now I know that meeting Y/D/N for the first time at WrestleMania could certainly overwhelming, so how about we meet for the first time before Wrestlemania, I even have a few suggestions as to what we could do.” Looking at Roman you felt an uneasy feeling beginning to twist and turn in your stomach. You knew at some point that the two were going to meet at some point. You wanted to go to Wrestlemania to support Roman. Yet the thought of Roman and Y/D/N meeting terrified you. What if they didn’t get on? You had heard the saying never meet your Idols? What if Y/D/N meet Roman and she disliked him?

“What if something goes wrong? What if Y/D/N doesn’t like you? You know no matter how much I love you my Daughter comes first. What if-” You babbled on through your concerns Roman listened to every word. He knew that you were bound to have your concerns yet Roman wasn’t going anywhere. Roman knew that he was going to have to prove himself in order to become a regular feature in Y/D/N’s life.

“Baby girl, I know you have concerns but haven’t we waited enough. You and I both know that I can be a great addition to Y/D/N life and it’s okay for you to have all of these concerns. Please just here me out.” Perhaps you were jumping ahead negatively.

“Okay, I’m listening.” Roman began discussing what he wanted to do when he met Y/D/N for the first time as Roman went further into his plans you grinned and became convinced that it was officially time for Roman to meet Y/D/N.


The day before Roman and Y/D/N were set to meet for the first time. You were set to tell Y/D/N about tomorrow’s big adventure you had prepared her favourite kind of sandwich and cut it into triangles just how your Daughter liked before heading to the living room where Y/D/N sat at the coffee table colouring a picture of a Dinosaur. Slowly you crouched beside her as you stuck her tongue to the side, to show just how much she was focussing on this dinosaur.

“Hey Honey, can I talk to you about something?” Y/D/N quickly finished the section of the leg that she was colouring before putting the crayon down. 

“Yes, Mummy. Did I do something wrong?” Y/D/N. every time you needed to talk to her she always presumed she had done something wrong it was almost as if she had a guilty conscience or something. 

“Not unless you’ve done something wrong that I don’t know about.” 

“No. no. I haven’t done anything wrong.” You decided to ignore your Daughter’s sheepish grin, whatever she might have done will probably get out in the open sooner rather than later. 

“Okay, well do you remember how I have a boyfriend and that we’ve been seeing each other for a while now.” 

“Yeah. what about him?”

“Well, I and my boyfriend think its time that you should meet for the first time. However, there’s something I need to tell you before you meet…. my boyfriend’s name is Roman. He thinks you might know him.” You watched as the clogs steadily working in her brain. Your Daughter had luckily been given your intelligence.

“Oh. My. God. Your dating Roman Reigns! Mum! Why didn’t you tell me? Oh, my God. I get to meet Roman Reigns. My Mum is dating Roman Reigns!” Your normally quiet five-year-old Daughter was now running around the living room. You couldn’t have predicted just how well she would react as per usual she proceeded to excel your expectations. 

“When can I meet him?” 

“Tomorrow.” More squeals came from your five-year-old Daughter as she gushed over the revelation. You laughed and then suddenly realised that until tomorrow morning you would have to deal with an over excited daughter all by yourself. 


The following morning, Y/D/N seemed to have more energy than yesterday she was running around the house, there were clothes thrown everywhere as she decided what to wear, the house had honestly looked like a tornado had blitzed through your apartment, you had no time to collected and tidy the mess that Y/D/N had made. You were relatively calm, you had prepared everything for your day out made both of you breakfast, gotten ready. Y/D/N had gone overboard, she had changed multiple times, asked a thousand questions that you frankly didn’t have the answers to. She often complained that you took too long to get ready but in reality, it was her that was taking the time this morning. It was a very welcomed change. 

A hard knock on the door signalled that Roman had arrived, hearing bumping and tumbling around in Y/D/N room. 

“Y/D/N! Roman’s here” You called, the thundering of Y/D/N’s footsteps echoed through the apartment. 

“Can I open the door?” You nodded as soon as the door was open Y/D/N lunged herself at Roman, Roman laughed as he hoisted Y/D/N into his arms like it appeared to be the most natural action. 

“Well hi there. I didn’t expect to get such a warm greeting and what’s your name Princess?” Y/D/N smile could have lightened the darkest of rooms. You hadn’t seen her this happy in a very long time. 

“Y/D/N.” Y/D/N replied in a small voice, Roman caught her attention again. 

“Well, that’s an awfully pretty name for an awfully pretty little girl. Did your Mum tell you what we’re going to be doing today? Your Mum mentioned that you liked going to the Mall so I thought we could go to the Mall, do some shopping, grab a bite to eat and if it’s okay with Mum perhaps if things go well then maybe I can stay over and we can have a sleepover.” Y/D/N certainly perked up. 

“Mum can Roman stay over, please? I’ll be good.”

“We will see.” With that you, Roman and Y/D/N headed to the Mall. 


You had often been scolded by many people. You spoil your daughter too much. She’s going to grow up and become a brat. Blah Blah Blah. Today was not your fault. In no which way could you be blamed for everything your daughter had got at the Mall. It was not your fault. It was Roman’s. Whatever Y/D/N remotely showed interest in, he brought for her. No matter how you complained and told Roman that she didn’t need it, Roman shushed you and brought it to her. You sat in the living room eating pizza and watching a movie as Y/D/N began to fall asleep on Roman’s chest. 

“You know I think today went great,” Roman whispered to you, you looked up and nodded happily. After all of that initial worrying and stress, everything had gone off without a hitch. Roman kissed you softly as you melted deeper into the warmth of his body. 

“Does this mean you can come to Wrestlemania now? I’m definitely going to need both of you in my corner.” 

“Yeah we’re coming to WrestleMania but you have to be the one to tell her and help me deal with Y/D/N, she was bouncing when she met you and I’m pretty convinced she’s gonna be worse when you tell her about Wrestlemania 

“Deal.” You snuggled back onto Roman’s chest getting back into the movie, you were grateful that Y/D/N and Roman’s First Encounter had gone off without a gone off without a hitch….

My Equal in All Things

Short Bellarke wedding fic in very far future canonverse, because a Griffin-Blake wedding is my aesthetic.

“Dad?”

Bellamy looked up from the floor, squinting in the orange light of the setting sun, glaring down on them. Selene sat beside him, the train of her coat draped over the wall. 

This was the daughter Bellamy knew. Her dark hair woven into Grounder braids halfway along her scalp, before falling loose in soft waves down her back. The crescent tattoo around her left eye stood out like a rose in a patch of weeds, inky black against her golden skin. The deeper slices on her face had been stitched. The shallower ones had been left open to heal themselves. The paint was mostly gone, but Bellamy could still see the faint silhouettes of her war markings. He figured she could, too. She had showered and scrubbed a thousand times since she’d make it back home.

Bellamy raised an eyebrow as he waited for her question.

She folded her hands in her lap. “Why didn’t you and Mom ever get married?” she asked finally.

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Love Unexpected

Originally posted by akamatthewmurdock

Vision x reader

Prompt: Soulmate au where the age of your soulmate appears on your arm once you meet them.

An: As requested anon, and I hope you all enjoy it :)


Vision never thought he had a soulmate. He knew about them of course—seconds after he came to life he’d linked to the internet and almost immediately had downloaded everything—-especially anything and everything to do with humans or human life, which included soulmates– knowing it would be essential to fitting in and surviving.

Vision had hoped at first, and still did if he was honest with himself but the longer he thought about it the less possibility there was. He was an android after all—a machine and not technically human.

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Nostalgia Is a Drug 

Pairing: Kickthestickz
Wordcount: 1.4k
Rating: G. A lil bit of angst.

Summary: The Fictional Aftermath of ‘’Type number 1 into the chat if you want me and PJ to have some kind of sexy collab’’

A/N: Feedback is hugely appreciated. I know whether or not to write another fic, or whether I have typo-ed. THANKS and enjoy :) 

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Bringing You Home

TW: cursing, slight satanic references?
Word Count: 1270
Genre: Fluffity 
Tags: soulmate au 

Summary: Soulmate AU where you can summon your soulmate once. Based on this ficarooni

Author’s note: Since your main hoe is a sucker for soulmate au’s guess what I’m writing!!!! If this goes well I might make a sequel (i promise not to blow it up like puberty sucks yikes its currently 13k words long lmfao) All mistakes are mine

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Newt x half-mermaid!Reader :: Dark Waters

Request: @thatbookgoat Idk how to do this yet because im new to tumblr, but can you do a Newt x half mermaid! Reader? Like she has a sort of aquatic animal that Newt wants and she kinda accidentally reveals herself? Idk i just know that you’ll make it good. I love you! 

Notes: Welcome to Tumblr, friend!!! Got a bit carried away with this one, much longer than I thought it was gonna be, haha. I put a cut in it so it doesn’t clog up people’s screens. I hope you really enjoy it! Sending lots of love to you, too!. WC: 2,493

Originally posted by xrobbiexkayx

Originally posted by theseamaidenscove

Being half-mermaid afforded you many skills. You could stay underwater without breathing for hours on end, your webbed toes could propel you fast like flippers, and you had innate understanding and connection with creatures that lived below the surface. However, you also often felt haunted–like you were trapped between worlds. At night you would dream of a vast, endless ocean. During the day you had to apply and reapply lotion to keep your skin from drying out completely, and you constantly tried to hide the half-formed, primitive gills that sat on your ribs just above your lungs.
The world was not a happy place for half-breeds, as so many called you. Never fully a human, never fully a mermaid; neither side truly accepted you, and nowhere felt like home. You had, overall, lived a pretty lonely existence your entire life–not that you particularly minded being alone–but it came as a bit of a shock one day when, in the post, you found a handwritten letter addressed to you. With deep interest, you ripped it open almost immediately and read it:

Dear (Y/N) (Y/L/N),

It has come to my attention that you are currently in a unique situation in which you have unprecedented access to the Kelpie population of Lake ______. As I am currently doing studies in the field for a guide on magical creatures commissioned by Obscurus Publishing, I was wondering if you would be so kind as to aid me in documenting the life of this incredible animal. You will be fully compensated for any assistance provided. Please send an owl back promptly if you are in the position to accept this offer.

I hope this letter finds you well.

Regards,
Newton A.F. Scamander

Newton A.F. Scamander? Who? You quickly ran through a list of the people you knew in your mind (which didn’t take very long), with no luck. How had he heard of you? You had hardly told anyone about your “unique situation,” as he put it. He seemed nice enough, though. And a chance to help with a book from a major magical publisher…an opportunity like that didn’t come to you everyday. You decided to accept, though a bit nervously, and composed a succinct response to send back:  

Dear Mr. Scamander,

Thank you for expressing your interest in the Kelpies of Lake ______. I would be happy to accept your offer. I await further details.

With anticipation,
(Y/N) (Y/L/N)

A few days went by as you waited for a response, and you felt a kind of anxious energy that you hadn’t felt in a long time. Everyday tasks seemed easier, lighter; the feeling that you had something bigger and more important coming up. Mr. Scamander’s reply came telling you he would be coming next week, if that was alright, and that there was no need to arrange for lodging (which you found odd).

The next week flew by, and you couldn’t help smiling to yourself sometimes like you were on a secret mission. Mr. Scamander arrived one late afternoon, with a strong rap on your front door. Heart beating like wild, you jumped up to answer it, smoothing your clothes quickly as you walked over. You opened the door to reveal a tall, thin, weather-worn young man.

“Hullo, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?”

“Newton Scamander?”

“Yes, pleased to meet you, call me Newt,” he shook your hand with purpose and walked straight past you into your house.

“Lovely place,” Newt said distractedly, setting an old case down on your table.

“T-Thank you,” you said, a bit put-off by his candor manner. He was kind, but seemed to have little patience for formalities.

“So,” Newt said, peering through a window, “I assume it’s too dark to go out safely tonight. I was thinking we could go out first thing tomorrow at sunrise.”

“Um, yes, that sounds good to me.”

You both stood in frozen for a moment, the silence palpable. Newt gave you a nervous smile, and shifted on his feet, looking down at the old wood boards of your floor.

“Well…I suppose I won’t disturb you any further tonight,” he placed his case on the floor and flicked it open, “Thank you again.”

“Wait,” you said a bit more sharply than intended. Newt looked up.

“Where are you going? And anyway, I prepared dinner.”

He looked slightly disappointed but tried to mask it with a polite smile. He closed his case back up slowly and said, “How thoughtful of you. Thank you.”

                                               

You and Newt were just finishing up the last on your plates, trying to make small talk about the weather and environment of the Lake.

“You know, this is one of the oldest Kelpie colonies in northern hemisphere,” you offered.

“Yes, I’m aware.”

“They were responsible for the death of Bernard Bagshot back in 1834. Caused a huge uproar, they almost were killed off because of it.”

“Yes, I did my research before coming,” he responded with a cheery smile.

Well discussing facts with him wasn’t going to work.

“So,” you inquired, feeling bolder, “What is in your case?”

“Oh, er, just lots of research materials. Boring stuff, really.”

He was an absolute terrible liar.

“Do you mind if I see some of your ‘research materials’? Seeing as I am going to be helping with it and all.”

Newt suddenly looked a bit ill. Unsuccessfully he was trying to think of something to say. Growing a bit tired of his evasiveness, you leaned in over the table, “Mr. Scamander. My mother was a mermaid. I grew up splitting my time between the land and the sea. I’ve seen Kelpies disembowel creatures with my own eyes, I’ve swam through clouds of blood of mucus. You really think I can’t handle whatever is in there?”

He looked at you for a moment, blinking, an unreadable expression on his face.

“Fine. Can you at least tell me what your plans are for studying the Kelpies?”

He pulled out a jar of what looked like soggy seaweed from a coat pocket.

Gillyweed? You really want to go up against Kelpies with Gillyweed?”

“Well–erm, that’s where I was hoping you would step in. Since you’re very familiar with the Lake and you know the least…fatal…routes, I was hoping you could be a bit of a tour guide for me.”

You had to admit, his shy smile was heart-melting.

“Okay, Mr. Scamander, but you have to stay close to me at all times. They can smell human flesh for a mile, even under the cover of Gillyweed, and they won’t hesitate to rip your stomach out before you can even scream for help.”

You could swear the promise of danger seemed to make his eyes light up. He either seemed very brave, or very stupid, or a little of both.

“Just know what you are getting yourself into, it’s very dangerous stuff, messing with a Kelpie” you said with relish, enjoying Newt’s childlike excitement.

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The next morning you woke up at the crack of dawn. Newt was already sitting at your table, scratching away at a notebook, looking a bit like he hadn’t slept at all.

“Newt? Did you sleep alright?” you wanted to ask where he slept.

“Oh, yes, good morning, I did sleep well. And yourself?” He sounded too cheery for this early in the morning, you thought, and he looked like someone overworked but pepped up on caffeine.

“Fine…” you said groggily, using your wand to tap the tea kettle on your stove. As it was brewing, you glanced over at Newt, his head down. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his top buttons undone. You noticed that despite his quiet presence, he was remarkably fit and looked like he could easily fend for himself. He seemed so calm, but something underneath was bubbling, something very passionate and strong lay within him, he looked like a man with secrets.

Your reverie was interrupted by the tea kettle’s loud whistle, and you poured yourself and Newt a piping hot cup.

Forty-five minutes later, you were standing by the edge of the lake, both of you in swimsuits and Newt with rather huge, nerdy-looking goggles.

“Now,” you turned to him, “I’ll go under first and you follow. A thumbs-up means you are doing okay, wave your hand in a circle to signal that something is wrong, pointing with your index finger means ‘look, a kelpie!’”

“Are these official gestures?”

“No, I just made them up, but they’ll work all the same.”

You walked to the edge of the dock,

“Now, just stay right next me no matter what.”
You gave him one last little smile, turned, and did a head-first swan dive into the murky water. You blinked a few times, eyes adjusting to near-perfect underwater vision. A few moments later, with a big crash, Newt ungracefully plummeted like a cannonball next to you. You gave him a thumbs up, and he gave you two back. The Gillyweed had turned his neck scaly and silvery and, with the goggles added, gave him the appearance of a gigantic fish.

You motioned for him to follow you forward. Careful not to swim at your full speed, you looked back every few seconds to make sure Newt was in view. He clawed at the murk, doing a decent job keeping up as you locked your legs together instinctively, mermaid-style, streamlining yourself.

You continued on for a few minutes until you reached a dark kelp forest. You stopped, and grabbed Newt’s hand. He seemed a little surprised, but there was just too much risk getting lost in the underwater forest, and it was prime Kelpie territory.

Newt stared at you in awe as you wove through tall stalks of plants that seemed to reach tens of feet above you. You were so graceful under the water that you hardly even brushed the leaves, while Newt kept getting tangled in them. Underwater, the joints and bones in your legs became softer and more flexible, acting just as a full mermaid’s tail would. Your hair streamed behind you in long waves, Newt thinking you looked like a beautiful sea siren.

Suddenly, you stopped, placing a hand on newt’s chest to stop him from moving forward. You placed a finger on your lips, to signal being quiet, and then pointed to a spot between two kelp stalks.

What looked like a half-horse, half-mermaid appeared, with what looked like her two small babies. A kelpie and her foals. They seemed to be lazily grazing on the plants, but the mother’s mouth looked dark and bloodstained, as if she had just finished a kill to feed her babies, and now this was their second course.

Newt was completely enraptured. He almost dared not to blink. He watched as they pranced through the water, the two little ones chasing each other in circles, nipping with their tiny jagged teeth. You watched Newt watching them, just as amazed. Most magical folk would be terrified, swimming for their lives, but not Newt. His green eyes were wide-open in wonder.

You couldn’t help but smile at him, releasing a few bubbles, and he gave an enthusiastic thumbs-up back. You took his hand once more and very, very slowly, hiding behind the bushy stalks, edged even closer to the Kelpies.

From here you could see their shiny, black scales, and their bright yellow eyes. Newt seemed to be trying to commit every moment of this to memory, his eyes in an intense focus. You both floated there for a while, just watching the foals zoom around like little black darts.

Suddenly, you heard a rumbling from behind you. You turned around to see a huge, black figure plowing through the kelp forest, flashes of yellow darting to and fro. The male. Bubbled were pouring from his mouth like foam and he looked angry. Or hungry. Probably both.

You tapped Newt’s shoulder, pointed at it, and before he could respond, you grabbed him around the waist, encircling him with your arms. This was the most human contact you had had in years, but there was no time to enjoy it, you darted back towards the shore of the lake, your webbed toes thrashing behind you at full speed. Newt seemed to be attempting to look for his wand, but you knew there was no time for spells now, when a Kelpie had you in its sights, you swim.

The mother must have spotted you as well, because it sounded like two huge tidal waves rushing up from behind you; deep, extraordinarily loud rumbling. The sound kept getting closer, and Newt was trying to help you by kicking his legs, but they were gaining on you. Your heart pounded faster than ever before. They likely wouldn’t care for the taste of a half-breed, but Newt would be a delicious dessert for them. You felt suddenly very protective of this strange man and kicked even harder. You felt like a bullet in the water.

Newt mumbled something that sounded like “Accio,” though it was barely audible underwater. What could be possibly be summoning at a time like this? Moments later, there was bright flash of light, disorienting you for a moment, and the rumbling ceased completely. You looked behind you and the Kelpies were still, floating around like big, well, seahorses. They had rope bridles around their heads, reins drifting behind them in the current. You looked at Newt, who was still wrapped in your arms, and saw his wand pointing directly at them. You stared at each other, wide-eyed, with your faces inches apart. Newt suddenly scratched at his neck. The Gillyweed was wearing off. You kicked hard to the surface, and spluttering, you both crawled on land.

“What…was that?” you breathed.

“Placement charm…” he replied, “Harmless. It will keep them at bay…while I study them…I’ll remove it after I leave.”

You looked at him with surprise. You had grown up with Kelpies your whole life and never knew about this trick. “I thought you just swim from them,” you said.

“Maybe that works for merfolk,” Newt said with a smirk, removing his goggles, “But us land-wizards need something a bit more…complex.”

You both caught your breath for a minute with only the sound of waves lapping on the shore surrounding you.

“So, where did you get those?”

“Get what?”
“The bridles.”

“Oh, my case. I like to be, er, well-prepared for every scenario, you know.”

You looked at him suspiciously.

“Seeing as how I saved your life–”

“And I, yours,” Newt interjected.

“Yes…well, seeing as how we saved each other, I think it’s only fair you show me where these bridles really came from.”

Was he blushing? You thought, Was there something really embarrassing in that case?

“Alright,” he said curtly, “I’ll show you. Strictly confidential, though.”

You squealed like a little girl, and Newt spun around to look at you. He couldn’t help but mirror the ear-to-ear grin stuck on your face.

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3. Drunk/sloppy kiss, Clint x Natasha, also requested by windfolaaaa

Natasha could count on one hand the number of times she had seen Clint drunk. Oh, he liked to have a drink or two as much as the next person, and always joined in when they got together with the rest of the team, but he knew his limits and he rarely went past them. As with almost everything else he did, Clint was controlled and precise when it came to alcohol.

The few times he hadn’t been - at least in Nat’s experience - had all been special occasions: celebrating the day she got her S.H.I.E.L.D badge and became an official agent; after the Battle of New York, when he had been trying to erase the memories of Loki invading his mind and twisting him; when S.H.I.E.L.D fell, all its information released to the world, and Nat was the one who needed to forget for a while. Getting drunk had been a deliberate choice. For as long as she had known him, Nat had never seen Clint accidentally drink one too many and slip over the line from tipsy to completely wasted.

But in all that time, Tony Stark had never handed Clint a full glass of Thor’s Asgardian mead without telling him what it was.

Nat couldn’t help laughing as she watched Clint stagger along the corridor towards their apartment. There was no sign of his usual assured stride in the way he zig-zagged from wall to wall, stumbling and tripping over his own feet.

“Nat,” he called, sounding confused as he ran his hands over the plain, biscuit-coloured wallpaper. “Nat, I think the door’s dis’peared.”

He turned, looking for her, but his foot caught behind his ankle and he fell forwards. Nat swallowed a snort of laughter and darted forward catch him, tucking her shoulder under his arm and slipping an arm around his back to take his weight.

“Careful,” she said, hoisting him up. A smile played around her lips. “The door’s not disappeared. It’s just down here.”

She started back down the hallway, half dragging Clint along with her. He nuzzled into her neck as they went, his stubble ticklish against her skin.

“Nat, why’s th’world spinning?”

“Because you’re drunk,” Nat grunted as she fumbled for her key with her free hand and unlocked their apartment door.

“I think you’re right,” Clint mumbled, following her back towards the bedroom. His words were slurred, like they were heavy in his mouth; he had told her once that drinking too much made his hearing problems worse because he couldn’t keep his focus, and it always crept into his speech. “Haven’t been this drunk in a long time.”

Natasha murmured noncommittally, concentrating more on guiding him around the chairs and coffee table without knocking over anything breakable.

“How come you’re not drunk?” he asked, turning his head round so wildly that his nose crashed into Natasha’s cheek.

“Because I’m not stupid enough to drink a whole glass of Asgardian mead.”

Truthfully, she was a little tipsy; she could feel the couple of drinks she’d had burning warmly through her and the edges of her world were slightly fuzzy. Compared to Clint, though, she was stone cold sober.

“I didn’t know,” Clint protested.

“Which is why the hangover you’ll have tomorrow will be punishment enough.”

By this time she had managed to lead him into the bedroom, and gently guided him to sit on the edge of the bed. Even sitting, he swayed slightly from side to side. Hiding a smile, Nat bent down and started unlacing his shoes. After a moment she felt Clint’s hand running through her curls, his fingers gentle. He played with her hair while she tugged off his shoes and socks, the quiet that had settled around them comfortable.

“Alright. Come on now,” she said, straightening back up and tugging at his jeans.

Yawning now, Clint helped her remove them and his jacket, then, just in his tshirt and boxers, he crawled beneath the covers Nat held up for him. Kicking her own shoes off, Nat perched on the bed beside him and leaned over him to make sure he was settled.

“Go to sleep now,” she ordered gently, but Clint wasn’t listening. His eyes were fixed somewhere below her chin, and for moment she thought he was just staring at her breasts until she looked down and realised the silver arrow necklace she wore had popped out and was hanging loose.

“You still have that?” Clint asked, reached up to hook one finger around the chain.

One corner of Nat’s mouth lifted up in a smile and she shrugged. “Yeah. Well. I like it. It’s kind of my lucky charm.”

Clint snorted at that, but kept looking at the necklace, twisting it round his finger. “I like it on you.”

He tugged at it, and Nat let him pulled her in for a kiss. It was almost as uncoordinated as his staggering outside, mouth open, teeth clacking together and tongue fumbling. She could taste the alcohol, and smell it on his breath. But the kiss was also tender and passionate, with none of the reserve he often showed even when they were alone.

“You’re so nice,” he said when they drew apart. “You act all tough and Tony thinks you’re mean, but you’re not. You’re really nice, you know?”

“Only to you,” Natasha murmured.

Clint smiled, settling back on the pillow. “Love you, ‘Tasha.”

“I love you, too.”

anonymous asked:

Do you know of any YouTuber!Stiles fics?

sterek + video blogging

vlogger!derek

  • Yarn Over And Pull Through by seraphina_snape (T, 10k) “Is there a point to this? If you’re not in danger, I’m going to hang up. I have other things to do.“ That was the perfect opening and it made Stiles smile like an angel. A fallen angel who’d just discovered that the dark side had better cookies anyway. “Other things - like recording another crochet instruction video?” he asked innocently. The silence on Derek’s end of the line spoke volumes.
  • untitled by KuriKuri (Not Rated, 2k) “Just go with me for a moment,” he murmurs, Stiles blinking at him in confusion. “Oka - ” Stiles starts, only to be cut off by Derek leaning forward and brushing their lips together in the barest impression of a kiss.
  • Alpha Horrible by aprocryphal (T, 6k) The world is a mess and Derek just… needs to rule it. Beginning with the kidnapping of one Stiles Stilinski.
  • One Hale Of A Review by clawstoagunfight (E, 5k) “a fic where derek earnestly reviews sex toys”
  • Dad Workouts by froggydarren (G, 6k) It starts with Stiles needing to get back in shape after college made him lazy. Then there’s a video he stumbles on, that leads to him seeing a whole new side of an old crush: pink blankets, a YouTube channel, and a new consultant at the Beacon Hills Sheriff’s Department. That one click turns Stiles’ world around.

vlogger!stiles

  • Kiss The Cook by idyll (T, 5k) Derek’s a professional chef, and Stiles is a blogger who butchers his recipes.
  • untitled [part one][part two] by affectingly (Not Rated, 2k) Scott sighs. “It’s cool. I swear. Derek’s, like, grown as a person and a werewolf. He’s practically a real boy. He can handle it.” ”Yeah, well, I know he doesn’t feel that way about me, so if he gets the urge to come to LA to correct me, tell him there’s really no need.” Stiles throws himself back on his bed, covering his eyes. Maybe he can make all this go away if he wishes hard enough.
  • Daddy Do’s by aprocryphal (G, 18k) “Hi Mr. Stilinski!” Lydia said pertly. “My name’s Lydia, and this is my daddy. His name is Derek Andrew Hale and he watches all of your videos on YouTube a lot, but he still can’t braid.” [Stiles is a celebrity YouTube hairstylist. Derek may or may not have a crush. Lydia just wants a French braid for school picture day.]

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Fic: The Magic Fort

A Chris Evans One-shot

Summary: Chris asks Natalia an important question inside the magic fort. Fluffy :)

Thanks for reading!! xx

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Chris stood in the doorway, a secret smile pulling on his face. He watched Natalia flip through a recipe book, inaudibly chuckling when her soft humming reached his ears.

She had been attached to that book for almost an hour now. Which had worked in his favor, allotting Chris the secret time apart in order to set up everything before she realized he had disappeared. The whole day he had been sweating bullets. Originally, the plan was for his sister to keep her out of the house while he worked on the surprise. But Natalia had cancelled the spa day, stubbornly insisting on a lazy movie marathon Sunday – just the two of them.

How could he say no?

Luckily, something had jogged her memory during the credits of the last film and she had begun to panic about not having the official menu set for the end of summer dinner party they were hosting. That was the needed distraction that had saved his ass.

Coming up behind her, Chris tried to be stealthy in his steps to not make his presence known quite yet. When he reached her, hands clasped behind his lower back, he ducked his head and murmured in her ear, “Do you trust me?”

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"Sin deep, my wicked angel" ~~ dark!Britchell drabble

Aaaand here it is, the fic I’ve been teasing you with all the time! Tadaaada! Gosh, I so hope you do like this one! The ending feels a bit rushed, but maybe that’s only me because I could possibly have added another 7,000 words LOL.

Anyway, warnings for slight mentions of dark themes (Mitchell is not a nice vamp in this one, nope), occult/witchcraft things, AU-ish fantasy…gosh, I never know how much to say without giving away the plot…

This is explicit in some places ^^

Also, this is a rather lengthy read and I apologize for that. I really didn’t want to split this.

The title is taken from a song by Cradle of Filth.

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He found the boy in a Goth club in Antwerp.

It was one of those casual meetings that changed your life forever - forever quite literal in this case.

The location couldn’t have been more cliché. An abandoned old church from the seventeenth century turned into a modern facility, complete with neon lights, several dance floors and an absinthe bar. A number of the old features had been left in, such as the stained glass windows, the velvet covered seats and even the high altar; pudgy-faced putti and chubby cherubs keeping a jealous watch from their elevated position.

John Mitchell came here ever since he relocated to Belgium six years ago. He knew the church and its grounds in its old former glory from a brief stay some time in the Thirties. It compared nothing to the place it had transformed into eighty years later.

Once every month, the venue hosted a ‘vampire ball’. Flocks of black-clad, white-faced, hollow-eyed girls and boys would make the pilgrimage from all across the country, filtering in from the small towns speckling the Flemish landscape and from the dirty suburbs slumbering in limbo ever since the European Union lured qualified young people to apply for underpaid jobs in the capital. It was a host of the young and despairing that crowded the place; fleeing their desolate, bleak existences for a night in the vain hope of finding fulfilment for their empty lives for a few desperate hours. The metamorphosis some of them went through was extraordinary. Grey, faceless office girls changed into corseted, fragile black butterflies, their wings made from cobwebs and dust. Haggard boys scraping their living off a shitty IT job became sophisticated gentlemen of another world, frock coats and walking sticks their weapon against a reality that was cruel and unfair. And many, oh so many dressed as vampires; fake blood painted on pale faces and plastic fangs reflecting the harsh light of the stroboscope. It was a paradise for Mitchell, a garden Eden for him to amble through and pick the ripest of fruits. What place better for the wolf to hunt than where sheep tried to pass for dogs?

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5 Things Finn learned after becoming Rey’s cute boyfriend. (fic)

It’s a bit late but it’s technically still Friday where I am, so here is my contribution to this week’s Finnrey Friday! Sorry for any mistakes, I did this right after work. :)


1.      His shirts are her shirts.

Finn frowned as he stared at the empty space on at the end of his bed. He laid out a set of pyjamas for himself before going into the refresher, and the shorts were there but the t-shirt, that he could have sworn he placed along with his bottoms was not.

‘Rey?’

‘Hm?’

‘Have you seen my—,’ Finn turned to her, finding the former scavenger sitting quietly and cross legged across the room, tinkering with some obsolete gadget…and wearing his shirt.

‘Have I seen your what, Finn?’

‘Is that my shirt?’ He grinned.

‘Wha—oh! Yes, it is.’ She nodded. ‘Sorry, do you mind at all?’

‘No, of course I don’t—,’

‘…I know I have my own but,’ she shrugged. ‘…I like yours better.’

‘Why?’ He asked, amusement evident on his face.

She gave him a look that told him the answer should be obvious. ‘Because mine smell like me, but yours smell like you.’

Rey stood, setting gadget on the desk before brushing past Finn and crawling into his bed. She patted the small space beside her. ‘Are you coming to bed?’

‘Sure, just let me grab another shirt.’ He turned but Rey’s hand on his wrist prevented him from moving any further.

‘Actually, I rather like this…’ she gestured innocently to his bare chest and cleared her throat. ‘…situation.’

Finn smirked and shook his head playfully before settling next to a grinning Rey.

2.      Piggyback’s are a love/hate thing

‘…and then he told me he I had to carry him on my back all the way back to the base.’ Rey huffed.

‘Is that part of your training?’ Finn asked, letting his thumb run over the course skin of her knuckles as they walked hand-in-hand from the mess hall.

‘I have no kriffing idea!’ She exclaimed. ‘I thought he was joking around until he literally hopped onto my back.’ Rey gestured wildly with her free hand. ‘And of course I wasn’t going to question it—I mean, he’s a Jedi Master so I’m sure there’s some ridiculous reason as to why it’s important but still…my legs were shaking like a new-born Zeer by the end of it.’

‘How are you feeling now?’

She leaned her head against his shoulder.

‘Less sore but extremely tired.’ Rey pouted.

Finn stopped and Rey gave him a confused look. ‘Did you forget something?’

Finn turned his back to her and crouched slightly. ‘Hop on,’ He grinned over his shoulder.

It took a moment for her to comprehend what he was suggesting but the moment she did, she was on his back within seconds. Finn hooked his arms around her thighs, and continued on to his quarters.

‘My hero,’ Rey teased and pressed a kiss to his cheek. ‘…just don’t tell Luke, this sort of treatment is only reserved for Jedi Masters.’

3.      Boyfriend = Body pillow

Even a year after his defection from the First Order, Finn still had a few learned habits ingrained in his brain; one of them being the way he slept.

When he slept in his bunk in the Stormtrooper barracks, he always slept on his back, blanket tucked to his chest, and hands folded gently on his stomach—much like he now did in his first few months on the Resistance base before Rey returned, became his girlfriend and started sleeping in his quarters, rather than the ones she had been assigned.

Now that he had to share a bed with Rey, his neat and orderly way of sleeping was no longer an option, because the way Rey slept was the furthest thing from neat and orderly. And Finn had learned this the hard way after jolting awake after Rey’s kneed him between the legs. She woke a few minutes later after she found him groaning on the floor and apologized for a solid hour.

Finn hadn’t been upset, and after the ache had gone away he actually found it quite funny. And besides, it wasn’t like he could blame her. She grew up living in an AT-AT and slept in a hammock—he was sure this whole “having a bed thing” was a new and amazing concept for her—she slept for comfort, not efficiency.

So Finn learned to adapt, trading the position on his back for one curled up on his side, because literally getting elbowed in the gut or punched in the kidneys was a hell of a lot better than a knee to his groin.

But one night, Rey made a suggestion that she thought might benefit the both of them.

‘You can be my little spoon.’ He can feel her grin against his cheek, as her limbs snake around him, wrapping him in a firm grip.

Finn thought it was brilliant idea.

4.      Rey is very inquisitive.

‘…but how does it work?’ Rey asked again, brow furrowed and staring intensely at the bulge in Finn’s pants—much like she would when tinkering with the engine of the Falcon.

Finn was absolutely mortified with the whole situation. One minute they were kissing, and then Rey decided to crawl into his lap and then she did this thing with her teeth against the crook of his neck that made heat spread through him.

‘Um,’ he swallowed. It wasn’t like he didn’t know. Stormtroopers had been taught basic anatomy. It was just that he would rather not talk about it at the moment.

‘I just, you know…’ He shrugged and attempted to cover himself with his hands. ‘It happens when I get excited.’

‘But I’ve seen you get excited before and this has never happened,’

‘Well, you’re the only one who excites me this way,’ Finn cleared his throat.

Rey grinned. She sat up a little straighter, looking almost proud. ‘Me?’

‘Yeah, you.’

He went to sit up, intending on going to the refresher to deal with the problem, but Rey’s hand pressed him gently back. He gave her a confused look.

‘Can I see it?’

5.      She’s the only one that matters.

Finn wandered quietly in the shipyard, hands tucked into his pockets as he watched the sun disappear behind the trees. Inside the base, the General Organa and the other members of the Resistance were celebrating a birthday—Finn’s birthday to be exact, not his official one, but a day he and Rey had decided upon.

Rey.

He had excused himself for a few moments, complaining of an upset stomach. In reality, he just couldn’t enjoy the party without Rey, who was off with Luke again to build her new lightsaber. He really tried to have fun at the party, even with her absence. The mess hall had made a special dinner, and Poe and the pilots had given him a sack containing sweets, holovids and some souvenirs from different planets that they had picked up on their missions. Those things were nice, but he would settle for just having Rey beside him at that moment.

He heard footsteps jogging towards him.

‘Finn,’ Poe called out. He turned and gave him a small smile when he saw him carrying a plate with a piece of cake on it and a little candle sticking out of the top. ‘Make a wish, buddy.’

‘A wish?’

‘It’s the most important part of a birthday. Close your eyes, make a wish and blow out the candle.’ He grinned and handed him the plate.

‘What do I wish for?’

‘Anything you want,’ Poe shrugged. Finn laughed and shook his head.

‘I know it’s a silly concept but it’s tradition.’ Poe bumped his shoulder against Finn’s. ‘Go on,’

He closed his eyes and thought for a moment before he blew the flame from the candle. Finn handed the plate back to Poe and suggested they head back inside.  

And not a moment later, the Falcon is flying back over the trees.

Permanent Masterpost !!

OK OK OK. So like Permanent is my all-time fave fic so I decided to try and make a masterpost kinda thing about it. Basically I just found gifs/pics that remind me of scenes from the story. I also found some songs. The breaks are sudden and not smooth at all bc I tried to minimize the amount of text and shorten the post overall so you should probably have read the fic already.

The lookalike porn gifs were a nightmare bc I was always way too picky so I gave up my search and added whatever I already collected. I mean it would’ve been easier if there was a ziam sextape ya feel? but like sometimes your heart’s just meant to be broken.

And sorry I got lazy towards the end and rushed through it because I just wanted to finish it. This was so much harder than I thought so please use a strong imagination. Like A LOT. BUT ALSO HAVE FUN BC I I SURE DID.

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Judging Books By Covers

TITLE: Judging Books By Covers

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter Thirty

AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE:

Imagine Loki is cast out into a castle in his Jotun form, under a spell that will return him to his Aesir one if he learns to accept himself for who he is, not what he looks like, and can find another who will do the same. Angry and repulsed by his own appearance, Loki fears he will live out his days as the monster he so greatly loathes. 

RATING: Teen

Lagertha pulled on the reins and the horse came to a halt. Looking at her old home, she forced herself to forget the argument with her father the last time she was there, he had apologised, it was over and done.

She got off the cart and tied the reins at a post, wondering why her father had not opened the door yet. Lagertha walked to the back of the cart and grabbed the food she planned on cooking for their meal and walked to the door, surprised to see to see that it was locked. Her father knew she was coming, which made her wonder where he was.

“Lagertha!” She smiled before she turned toward the small voice. “You look so pretty.”

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Home at Home - a bagginshield winter holiday fic

For @rutobuka2 who prompted “write about the first time thorin sees gandalf’s fireworks”. I made it seasonal, and shire fic, and it’s tooth-rotting fluff. hope you like it! and merry Christmas Ruto <3

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