Rubbing the fatigue off your face, you crash down on the bed, arms flailing by your side. You watch your partner start to undo his shirt and you sigh with annoyance. “Go to the bathroom before getting naked, please.” You moan out, not in the mood to deal with him.
Stiles laughs mockingly at you, slowly still undoing his buttons, his bottom lip tucked in between his teeth. He was teasing you, and the only thing you could do other than roll your eyes was drool over his body; he wasn’t the most muscular in the FBI unit but he was definitely a sight for sore eyes.
“How can you be so happy? We messed up!” You exclaim, sitting up at the end of the single bed in the motel room.
Prompt: Random girl at bar starts flirting with Jake, Jake is clueless and it all goes right over his head, Amy steps in and gets her to back off
HI THANK U FOR THIS PROMPT I HAD FUN bc jake is a puppy and of course he’s got no clu what’s happenin:
On an early December evening, the warmth of Shaw’s is
immediately comforting- as he enters, Jake can feel everything from the
freezing cold tip of his nose, to his red cheeks, to the stiffness of his icy
fingers, encompassed by the cosy heat of the room.
Reluctantly- despite this warmth- he pulls off his coat and
his scarf as he approaches the bar, slipping onto a stool and trying to catch
Carl’s eye so he can signal for a beer. This is to no avail; it’s busier than
usual in here, even for a Friday, and he’s completely occupied, hands full with
dirty glasses while someone gives him an order. For now, Jake relaxes against
the bar, pulling his phone from his pocket to check the time.
For what may very well be the first time in his life, he’s
He’s due to meet her here in half an hour, to celebrate the
end of what’s been a completely tortuous week. Both are working stupidly,
painfully long cases, and have barely seen each other, even at work. He feels
it in his chest, a tightness, one he’s known long before these couple months of
their romantic relationship- a tightness that can only be fixed by Amy.
A hollow grumble in his stomach brings a sharp pang of
hunger into his head, which is when he realises he hasn’t actually had anything
to eat since breakfast. Mindlessly, he picks at a bowl of peanuts on the bar,
only glancing up a couple of times- to order a beer, and to check for Amy.
“Hey, are you okay? You look lonely!”
A saccharine, perky voice makes him do a double take; at
first, he’s not even sure it’s addressing him, until he turns round and sees a
smiling blonde woman next to him.
I found it better to send a message to facilitate sending the image. 😊 First: I love how you write 😙 Second: Could you do a fluff-smut with Tony based on that pic?! Would be great! thanks 😘
Tony Stark x Reader
Word Count: ~1700
Warnings: Smut [oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex], Fluff, tiny bits of angst
A/N: Thank you @bigbadwolfhale for the request! I hope this is everything you hoped it would be, and I’m sorry it took so long.
“I can’t believe you’re wearing that.” You mutter, laughing
softly as you raise your drink to your lips.
“You know you like it.” Tony teases.
His arm is stretched out on the bar behind you. You feel his
fingertips brush against your skin.
“But it’s the
“And you know what people call that suit.”
“Then why wear it?”
“Because you were the one who wanted to keep us a secret,
and I have appearances to maintain.”
Before you can reply, a fresh drink is placed beside Tony.
When he turns to look from the glass to the bartender, the guy points down the
bar to a trio of women – two blondes and one brunette. The brunette waves at
Tony. He smiles, picking up the glass and raising it in thanks.
“Nice to know where your priorities lie.”
You finish your drink is one last gulp, setting the glass
down and leaving Tony behind. You push through the small crowd to where the
others are sitting. You settle on the couch next to Natasha, resting your head
on her shoulder and keeping your eyes on the bar. You sigh as you watch Tony
make his way toward that brunette.
“You want me to kick his ass?” she says, resting her hand on
“No,” you sigh, “but I think I’m gonna go home.”
“Yeah, I’m kinda over this.”
When you stand up, turning to wish everyone a good night,
Steve offers to drive you back.
“I was just going to catch a cab…”
“Really, I insist. Bucky’s been ready to go for the last
half hour anyway.”
You glance over at the brunette super soldier to find him
laying on Steve’s shoulder, a bored look plain across his face. You smile when
he looks up at you, a tired smile turning up his lips. You nod and agree to
ride back with them.
“Let’s go home, Buck.” Steve whispers, giving Bucky’s thigh
a gentle shake.
Bucky nods and stands up, moving to stand at your side. The
three of you bid everyone else a good night and leave together. You look back
to the bar one last time to find Tony staring after you, a sad look on his
face. His demeanor quickly changes when the brunette puts her hand on his
forearm and lets out a laugh.
Steve puts his hand against the center of your back.
“Let’s go, doll.”
His tone is apologetic, his touch comforting as you let him
lead you out to the car.
Bucky goes straight to bed, giving Steve a gentle good night
kiss. You excuse yourself to change into something more comfortable. When you
come back out, you find Steve in the kitchen, standing in front of the stove and
stirring something in a pot.
“Hot chocolate.” He says, glancing over his shoulder at you,
“It always makes me feel better.”
“Thanks.” You mutter, pulling yourself up onto the counter.
He turns the stove off and pulls down two mugs. You watch
him fill them both before picking one up and offering it to you. You thank him
again as you take it.
“You wanna talk about it?” he asks, lifting his own cup from
“It’s my own fault. I wanted to keep things a secret. I
shouldn’t get mad when people show him attention.”
“Except he should take your feelings into account. Bucky and
I aren’t exactly public either, but we don’t flirt with other people when we’re
You shrug, staring down into your mug.
“If he’s hurting you like this, maybe you’re better off
“I love him, Steve.” You circle the rim of the cup with your
fingers a couple of times before looking up to meet Steve’s eyes. “I know he
loves me too. I mean, he’s so different when it’s just us.”
“I’ve seen the way he looks at you,” Steve’s gaze goes over
your head, “but he needs to get his priorities in order.”
You follow his gaze with your own to find Tony standing
there, jacket in hand and a regretful expression on his face.
“Can I talk you?”
Steve gives you one last reassuring smile and excuses
himself from the room.
Everything is quiet for a minute. Then you hear Tony sigh
only a few seconds before his footsteps begin to draw near. Then he’s standing
in front of you, hesitating, at first, to place his hands on your knees. You
flinch at his touch which nearly causes him to pull back.
“I’m sorry.” He whispers, his eyes still downcast.
“For what?” You shrug, setting your mug of cold chocolate on
the counter, “I mean, you were right. I was the one who wanted to keep us a
secret.” You slide off the counter, causing him to take a step back, “I
shouldn’t get mad whenever someone flirts with you.”
“I understand why you got upset though.”
You scoff, “Do you?”
“I was out of line accepting that drink. I was out of line
even acknowledging that girl, let alone talking to her. Hell, I was out of line
from the beginning by putting on this stupid suit. I should never have put my
reputation ahead of your feelings.”
You bite your lip, looking down at your feet, “I don’t want
to be a secret anymore, Tony.”
“I’m ready to tell the world.” He takes your chin in his
hand, raising your gaze to meet his, “I love you.”
You smile, “I love you.”
He smiles, moving his hand to cradle your face more
completely before pressing his lips against yours. You hook your fingers
through his belt loops to pull him closer. He chuckles softly into the kiss,
pulling back a bit but placing several small pecks to your lips.
“What do you say we take this elsewhere?” he asks, his voice
You bite your lip and nod, not trusting your voice to come
Lost in a flurry of desperate kisses and groping hands, your
clothes are left strewn about Tony’s apartment, starting at the elevator doors
and going into his bedroom.
You lie flat in the center of his bed, giggling as his beard
tickles the inside of your thighs, his lips leaving a trail of kisses up and
over your hip. You writhe beneath him, looking down at him. Your eyes meet his,
and he smiles.
You gasp, jumping a bit when his mouth is suddenly on you,
his tongue moving in small circles around the most sensitive parts of your
body. Your fingers glide through his hair, fisting into it when he goes just a
little lower. You press your head back into the pillow, rolling your hips up and
silently begging for more.
More is what you get when his lips move back to your thigh
and his fingers reach deep inside you. He keeps his movements slow and
deliberate, easing you gently to the edge.
His lips find yours in a tender kiss. A moment later, you’re
turning away, your lips parted as you let out a slow, shaky breath. His kiss,
instead, finds your neck, his lips ghosting over your pulse point and across
your collar bone.
The knot that’s been forming in your lower abdomen finally
snaps. His movements don’t cease until your body stops shaking and you loosen
the grip you had on him. His lips find yours yet again as he pulls his hand
His fingertips dig into your hip, his body settled between
your parted thighs. He grinds his hips into yours, offering a bit of friction
against your already sensitive core.
You whine his name, begging, “Please…”
He raises his hips just enough to reach between you. Your
heel presses to the small of his back as he positions himself and slowly begins
to slide home. Buried to the hilt, his hips flush to yours, his head drops to
your shoulder as he groans softly, his lips barely touching your skin as he
kisses your collarbone again.
The sound of your moans fills the room as he moves back and
forth inside of you. Your thighs are tight around his hips as you meet him
thrust for thrust.
You cup his cheek in your hand, guiding his lips back to
yours. Then his forehead is pressed to yours, his eyes going back and forth
from being focused on yours to being focused on where your bodies meet.
His hand ventures down between you, his fingers finding the
swollen bundle of nerves hidden there. He rubs it in small circles, drawing
small sounds of pleasure from you.
Your breaths become to come faster as your next climax gets
closer and closer. The tension in his body shows just how close he is too. You
get there first, and the clenching of your walls around his length brings him
crashing down with you.
You hold his face in your hands. He has one hand against
your cheek, the other holding loosely to your hip. You share a few lazy kisses
between short gasps of breath. You take a deep breath as he pulls out and moves
to rest beside you. You roll over to rest your head on his chest, his arm
wrapping around you so that his hand still sits on your hip.
“I really am sorry.” He says, breaking the silence in the
“I know.” Your fingertips trace the shallow lines of his
abdomen, “Get rid of the suit.”
“I’m not getting rid of the suit.”
“Do it or I’ll set it on fire and make you watch.”
“What is throwing out the suit going to solve?”
“Nothing, really. It’ll just make me feel better.”
He falls silent for a moment before sighing heavily, “Fine.
Consider it gone.”
You smile and turn your head to kiss his chest, just over
his heart, “I love you.”
He kisses the top of your head, and you can hear the smile
in his voice when he says, “I love you too.”
As Ada continued to chatter in your ear, and the Shelby brothers kept playfully ragging on each other, you tried to snap yourself out of it.
If Michael could sit there completely unfazed, ignoring your presence, then you could do the same. You could be just as unaffected as he was…or at the very least you could pretend. You could be charming and funny and completely indifferent.
“All I’m saying is that if Esme asks me to take her to the Anne of Green-Gables film one more time, I’m going to lose my mind. There’s only so much a man can take, you know!” John was shaking his head, twirling a toothpick round and round in the corner of his mouth. You tuned into the conversation.
Request: Hey can you do a quick fic arthur x reader fic where some of tommys enemies know that that one building is going to explode and they kidnap the reader and put you in their and the next day arthur hears that you are stuck in there and he goes crazy looking for you and he finds you super hurt but alive and fluff????? Pleeewaaaasee
Request: Here’s an idea for a fic when there was that huge explosion some of the Shelby’s enemies found out ahead of time and kidnapped you and stuck you in the building and then when the Shelbys found out it was too late but Arthur finds you barely alive in the building and he saves you?? Please and thank you veryy muchh!
Explosions - Arthur Shelby
It was race day. That was all you remembered. That it was race day and Thomas Shelby, the brother of your boss, had told you to tend to the Garrison while they were off at the tracks. You agreed, unsure what would’ve happened if you hadn’t agreed. No doubt you would have refused only to feel bad that Arthur wasn’t making money on his most important day of the week and agreed to do it.
You clock out of the nightclub at midnight There are patrons scattered about the dimly lighted place, but otherwise it’s more of a slow night. The three men that you had been serving sat at the bar, more or less gone from the amount of alcohol you’ve poured them. There’s a group of men seated in one of the booths, seemingly in a serious conversation. You think it might have something to do with the two older women that sits across the room, if their methodical system of taking turn in glancing at them was anything to go by.
“Better leave now, Red, before I make you stay the night with me,” Jaehyung threatens while buffing a tumbler glass.
Jaehyung and you rotate shifts, and tonight he’s on from now to closing at five. Most of the time, you work the first shift, opening at six and leaving at twelve. Your boss is more considerate than he looks, and he tries to make it a point to let you out before late– well, despite it being midnight, but it was a nightclub afterall.
“Yeah, not a chance, Jae. I have a paper to write, so unless you want to write it for me,” you trail off, prompting him to bite the bait. But he doesn’t, not when he has an acrimony towards education.
“Get out of here, you.”
You laugh. “Thanks for switching shifts with me. See you.”
Hello, beautiful author! I love your writing. You provide a depth of character that I appreciate so much. For COBLMF, whatever happened to Gale? He was possessive over Katniss and acted like her boyfriend every time Peeta saw him (not to mention that he kissed her) and I can't believe he won't try to cockblock again. Peeta would have to wonder about this K and G "relationship" Curious how/whether this came up. A final one shot? :)
Anon, thank you! You have unfortunately (or maybe fortunately) found one of my weaknesses. I detest loose ends. My hand slipped…for a couple thousand words. Oops. Not beta’d so any mistakes are solely my fault. Rated M-ish.
Druxy - Something which looks good on the outside, but is actually rotten inside
He manages to make it the entire Thanksgiving weekend without thinking about her too much. He’d forgotten how much work all the kids could be, although technically Vick is an adult now. In the madness of the holiday, he slips up and thinks about her three times. The first is when the bird comes out of the oven and his entire family can’t stop talking about how sweet it was of Katniss to share or wishing that she had at least been in town. Ignoring her asinine suggestion that she return here, Gale reminds them that if they move to the city, they’ll be able to see her more often. Before he can worry about it too much, he changes the subject to whatever nonfiction book Rory can’t seem to peel himself away from and that does the trick.
I think I’m in love with Rihanna. Seriously. She and her outfits in the Wild Thoughts video are the inspiration for this story. Well, her and Beyonce from the On The Run fake trailer. Hope you enjoy :)
The air is sticky this time of night in Havana, but no
one seems to care. The bar is packed, the patio even denser with bodies. The
music is loud, the drinks are cold, and the air smells of the finest cigars. The
band is soaked in their own sweat but they’re having too good a time to stop
now. The trumpet players dance along with the percussion beat, clapping their
hands in enthusiasm before returning the brass to their lips. Bodies sway to
and fro as their hands and fingers reach toward the ceiling. Men slink their
arms around the waists of their women, pulling them deeper into their body as
they wiggle and writhe to the beat.
Rick downs his brown liquid in one gulp, before sliding
the short glass away from him, prompting the young bartender to hit him with
another. He sits alone at the bar, Daryl leaving him hours ago with his
favorite girl, Marcela. They weren’t supposed to be in Cuba this long, just a
few days, but the food and drinks and women always prove to be too much for the
duo. A few days turns into a few weeks, into a few months. Daryl lays his head
with Marcela, while Rick lays with anyone that’ll take him. His flings will
last a few weeks, a month or two maybe, but they always fall in love and he
always takes the cue. It’s time to go once their eyes start sparkling for Rick
He slides his crystal blues across the dance floor,
looking for her. Three nights he’s watched her and her dark haired, fair
skinned friend dance until they can’t stand. They accept drinks from most of
the men in the bar, they laugh loudly, they even partake in the cigars. Two
carefree, beautiful girls. Just how Rick likes them. He’s only managed to catch
the green-eyed girls name, Maggie. But every time someone calls for the dark
skinned, toned bodied friend, something manages to drown out her name. Rick
reaches for his fresh glass of scotch and takes a sip, leaning against the bar
with his elbow. A flash of peach catches his eye and he flicks his orbs toward
the bright intrusion.
Okay, but I’d kill for more backstory on Roy’s childhood.
Arakawa gives us just this brief glimpse of his relationship with Madame
Christmas, but the implications have got me spinning. Like, you’re telling me
Roy was adopted and raised by this bar owner, who actually just uses the bar as
a cover to run a covert information gathering service by weaponzing the agency and sexuality of young women. Like hot damn that’s cool. We’re talking about
this army of 20-something-year-old women who make their living off undercover
missions, digging out Central’s darkest filthiest secrets, and they do this by
seducing the horny old men in charge of these operations.
Like, I’m betting Roy
grew up with about two dozen older sisters, who’d sit by the mirror, applying
make-up in the dim fluorescent lighting of the bar’s backroom, chatting about
what embezzlers, what traffickers, what corrupt politicians they had “dates”
with that night. 8-year-old Roy sitting there on a barstool reluctantly doing
math homework and listening in on how “General Lucibella” has been cheating on
his wife for 6 months now and has shelled out 60,000 cenz in bribes to keep his
And even better—this influence is so
damn obvious in Roy’s character! I’ll bet every last penny I have that all
his “womanizing” tendencies directly stem from this—because Roy weaponizes his sexuality. He puts on
this air of being constantly flirtatious to divert suspicion from himself. Roy has built a mask for himself entirely focused on promiscuity–he doesn’t seem like an upstart, he’s just into power and rank because he’s a cocky tail-chaser. He constantly chats up
Olivier Armstrong after her transfer because (clearly) he’s got the hots for
her, and not at all because he’s quietly working out the details of a
military-wide coup meant to take out the homunculi. Hell, he even gets Grumman’s cooperation by having Madame Christmas contact him and passing it off as Grumman having an “interested lady caller”. And Roy pulls it off. He gets the homunculi running in circles, and does it entirely by acting like an oaf of a flirt.
Between his cover with “Elizabeth”,
his flirting with Olivier to pass on and gather dangerous information, and his
couple “dates” with the girls working under Madame Christmas to gather intel and confirm Selim’s lack of a proper history, Roy succeeds in
solidifying an entire military uprising, without the homunculi’s knowledge,
while being constantly watched.
The little bit we know about his childhood is so intrinsically linked to who he is as a tactition. It’s just so, so good and I want so, so much more of it.
Thanks @xy0009 for the idea! I wrote this really fast and only flitted back over it once, so apologies. :-)
Kara walked into the uptown club, adjusting her glasses. Her eyes flitted around quickly. When they landed on the bar, she found what she was looking for. She breathed out and released the tension she’d been holding in her shoulders. Kara should have known Cat was drinking when she sent the text.
AN– Thank you so much for the notes and feedback (I’m sorry it takes me twelve years to write a chapter)! The first song that plays while Betty paints is Fantasy for the Violin by Joshua Bell, and the song Sasha paints to is 9 by Cashmere Cat. Just in case anyone cares. Shout out to my cranial bleeding twin, dare, for being the best beta in this plane of existence and the next (If you haven’t read her fic already you are SERIOUSLY missing out, and you should back click out of this dumpster and read it now). This fic will be five chapters long.
aaron meets robert in a bar, and ends up being a part of a life changing night for the older man.
or, the au ficlet where aaron is robert’s first.
Robert seemed unusually nervous, Aaron noted, as he unlocked the front door of his flat. He’d spotted the blond at the bar earlier in the evening, dressed in a suit far too nice, considering it was a hole-in-the wall little gay bar in Leeds, the usual uniform of everyone there a jeans and t-shirt, the blond wearing a neat blue suit, matching tie, looking as though he’d just come from some sort of business meeting.
Still, he’d caught Aaron’s attention, the long lines of his encompassed in navy blue, the nervous smile on his face, and his bright blond hair catching his eye as Aaron nursed a beer and pretended to be interested in the pool game that his friends were playing.
“I wasn’t expecting company,” Aaron admitted, wincing as he took in the state of the flat. He’d left it in a shambles that morning, a half empty pizza box on the kitchen counter, plates piled high in the sink, washing half shoved into the washing machine, Aaron having forgotten to turn it on the previous evening.
Opening the fridge, Aaron grabbed two bottles of beer, snapping the caps off as he spoke.
Robert looked around, giving a slight shrug. “S’alright, I didn’t come around to inspect your flat,” he joked, accepting the bottle Aaron was passing him. He’d undone his tie a bit, since they’d left the bar, the top button of his shirt undone.
It was making him all the more attractive.
Aaron leaned against one of the kitchen counters, unashamedly looking Robert up and down. “You never said what you worked at,” he commented, beer bottle halfway to his lips.
He was pleasantly buzzed, but nowhere near drunk. Just, tipsy enough to be free of his inhibitions as he watched Robert, waiting for their conversation to continue.
Robert took a swig of his beer before he replied, his voice quieter than Aaron had remembered it being when they’d first started talking at the bar. “I work in sales,” he said. “It’s about as exciting as it sounds. You?”
“I’m a mechanic,” Aaron said, shifting a little closer to Robert. It had been so long since he’d been with anyone, and the smell of Robert’s cologne was intoxicating. He was painfully attracted to Robert, itching for the small talk to end and the good stuff to begin.
(And maybe he’d noticed what gorgeous hands Robert had, was it really a crime?)
“Mm, you could say that much,” Aaron laughed, taking another swig of his beer, his gaze obvious as he looked up, and down Robert’s lean body. “It’s not like sales is the most exciting thing in the world, though, is it?”
Warnings: This is not a sweet smut. It involves semi-public sex. Forced silence will occur as well as spanking, slight dom/sub themes, and a bunch of other stuff, including but not limited to: mentions of alcohol use, cunnilingus, and praise. Yeah… If you haven’t been scared off by the warning then happy reading.
Word count: 3.0k+ (i like sex with a plot fam)
“Hey, easy on the champagne,” Yunhyeong warns as he sits down his own glass and pulls the near empty flute from your lips.
“I’m not a fucking child Yunhyeong.” You spat. A small bit that you hadn’t yet swallowed falls from your mouth and takes purchase on your bottom lip.
He scoffs, “I don’t remember saying you fucking were.“
and your twin brother Devin work for the Avengers, he’s an active agent
who is far from being Bucky Barnes biggest fan, but you’re a simple
assistant whose carrying on the secret affair with Barnes. How bad could
this get, as long as no one finds out right?
A/N: Angsty, cute series for Buck, because I know I need more Buck on my blog. If you want to be tagged let me know!!
Summary:Can you write tom holland x famous!reader? they dated for few months but they broke up friendly and after sometime reader starts dating with dylan o'brien (bc he’s my second fav) tom realises he actually loves her when he sees them so happy at a premiere or an after party?? ending is totally up to you thank you so much
A/N: I can all but hope that this is good enough and I left the ending open kind of for interpretation and I forgot to tag the person so if they see it enjoy I’m so sorry I don’ remember the name of the requester
Word count: 1285
Two years ago:
Y/N entered her apartment and kicked off her heels, meetings were her least favoured part of this actress stuff. She had a new movie but it was to include some intense action scenes so paperwork had to be signed. Y/N was only a nineteen year old small time actress but she was hoping to blow up in this movie, her black pencil skirt clung to her body because of the heat and she sprung into her bedroom to peel it off her, throwing on some black denim shorts and a baggy white shirt. Standing in the kitchen and making a cup of tea, she heads out to the balcony and seats in the cheap chairs.
Half an hour later her sleep and dazed eyes open and she looks at the cold cup of tea that sits on the floor, groaning she sighs at the thought of having to make a new one. “ Here.” The brown haired boy hands her a brand new white mug with the brewed beverage in it, she smiles at the sight of him and thanks him. She plants a kiss on his check because he doesn’t make his lips available, frowning as he sits two seats away from her “what’s wrong?” She questions. Tom digs the palm of his hands into his eyes and looks at her with red tinted ones. “Honey what’s wrong.” She flies up from her place and reaches for him but soon is defeated and sits back down. “It’s hard to ask you but I need to ask you a huge question. Break up with me?” Y/N sits and laughs and then realizes his being serious with the broken look on his face. Her own face therefore contorts into a confused one and she, with a puzzled expression asks why, he explain how he wants to further his career but to do that he has to consider moving to America and how he can’t do a long distant relationship. Her eyes roll an uncountable amount of times during this rambling.
She can’t believe he could put his career forward before their relationship, sure only four months but what they had brought to each others lives was more than any movie to Y/N. They argued for hours, harsh words bounced off the walls and more were sunken into her walls. They ended up both on the sofa, Y/N a bubbling mess of snot and emotion and Tom was exhausted and tired. All they could do is realise that what everyone said was true that love was not strong enough to bind them together and it was all but the thing that broke them apart.
He stood by the door with a bag containing his things and their broken memories and fractured trust but they still looked at each other as if one had put the stars in the sky and their loving relationship was finished with an I’ m sorry and a hug.
Present day (Tom’s POV):
I sit in my rented house for filming, scrolling through my feed on Instagram, liking some fan art. Harrison strides in like a God and claims “ I’ve got us two ticket to an after party! Friday nights will not be spent watching netflixs anymore!” I laugh and look at the phone to which he has taken to wave in my face. “ American Assassin?” I read aloud trying to recall the movie.
We arrive in black suits to a night club in downtown New York, it has classy vibe and we notice a few of the people we know. Mingling within the crowd I head towards the bar to get a drink when I take note of a women sitting at the bar in a long fitted black dress with a slit up to her mid thigh. I look at her Y/C/H coloured hair and smile and the soft waves that cascaded down her back. I slide into the place next to her and call over the waiter, placing my order I ask the unknown women if she’ d like a drink to which she looks at me chocks on the straw in her mouth and shakes her head. I laugh and swing so my right arm is on the bar and my body is facing her “I’m To…”
My world crumbles like a ton of bricks in a hurricane. My breathing shallows and my throat closes to the size of a pea, I feel fingers clamber at my throat begging for air. I stand, gobsmacked that this now women is sitting in front of me still looking if not more beautiful than she did before. I admire how age has matured her and now her smile is brighter and fame has all but made her more reachable, her eyes now are the stars I once claimed she place so delicately into the night sky. “ Hi Tom,” she mumbles. Her soft Y/E/C twinkles in the flashing light “ how are you?” I asks, generally interested. Whilst nodding she explains how she’ s being doing well and fame blew up for her, claiming the same about him. But before their bitter sweet reunion can be extended a hand is placed on her back and no other than Dylan himself plants a kiss onto her forehead. I’m taken aback then recall why I know the name, “fuck” I mutter and stand awkwardly as they share their brief love story to me.
“We met when I moved here, you know ‘furthering my career’ and we met last year and things snowballed from there.” I watch her lips curve at the side and reminisce all the times I could do that by just being in her vicinity. Throughout the night we part and I watch how her body easily falls into Dylan’s as they sway to a beat that sinks into my brain, creating a dull beating. I take note of how she catches a glimpse of me and dips her head because even under the blazing light I can see her burning cheeks.
Its the end of the night and I head outside to call a taxi back home, Harrison inside saying goodbye to his new ‘ connections’ as he calls them. I hears a faint clicking of heels and surprisingly sees a smiling Y/N. I give a small wave but she remains a distance away from me. “I need to ask you an important question. What was tonight?” I laugh and slip in “ an after party.” She dryly laughs but then with a voice drop and the crack she lets her words flop onto the concreate floor for only us to admire. “Tonight was a sign, you didn’t have to come here but you did and by the way you’ve being looking at me all night I think you still think of me. I thought I didn’t but I found myself constantly wanting to see you looking at me. Why?” By now she has small tears drizzling down her cheek and I slowly approach her and raise a hand to draw away the collection pooling at her eyes. He raises her chin up and smiles sadly “ I still think of you a lot, I didn’t move to America because I know I should have never put my career first.” With that I dip down and plunge my lips onto hers to feel the star finally burn out. It feels like a new star has begun to form and by the way her hands cling to my blazer she makes me feel the spark people talk about.
However our star is obviously blinded because we both hear a simple
Quick Info - Y/N meets Jensen at a party. Their friendship becomes something much deeper than it’s suppose to… Word Count - 5449 Warnings - language, mentions of cheating, spousal abuse, drug/alcohol abuse mentioned, smut, cheating
Part One of Twenty Five. Hope you enjoy this series as much as i enjoyed writing it.
This is my first Jensen series and I am really excited but also nervous. I mean no disrespect toward Jensen or Danneel. This is purely a fictitious story that I tried with Dean but it didn’t work as well. Thank you to @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid for beta and encouragement. Thank you @tankcupcakes and @atc74 for their encouragement.
Warnings: swearing, fluff.
Pairings: Pietro Maximoff x Reader.
A/N: this one shot was requested by @la-rosa-de-valaina23 The numbers asked were 3, 46 and 94 from the prompt list. Gif not mine.
It was Pietro and Wanda’s birthday. I was super excited because we were going to a very exclusive club that Tony reserved for the gang. Wanda, Natasha and I were getting ready. Tony bought us some really fancy dresses, he wasn’t original though. He bought Wanda a red dress and Nat a black one, they are Scarlet Witch and Black Widow. He bought me a beautiful white dress, it was tight and short, enough to catch Pietro’s attention. My girl friends knew how I felt about him, whenever he passed by, I acted like I was doing something really serious and like I didn’t care about him at all, then the girls would look at me and make funny faces. They were like sisters to me.
When I first joined the avengers, I was clumsy and naive but they helped me to find the real me, this gorgeous fearless woman I am now. I loved being me around them, they made me a better person. Natasha tough me how to fight with and without weapons, on the other hand Wanda taught me how to manipulate people mentally, without any power may I add. The guys of the team would be really nice to me, no one would disrespect me or make fun of me, that way I could feel this like home. We are a family, a family with so much sex tension. Wanda and Vision were always flirting and touching each other “in an innocent way ”, they would cook together, watch a tv show together but they never kissed. There is also the weird relationship of Natasha and Dr Banner, they were so cute together. When he turned into the “other guy”, she was the only one who could pull Banner back. I felt laughs behind me.
“What?” I turned around to see my girls.
“We were talking about you and you didn’t hear a thing?” Natasha inquired raising an eyebrow.
“I was thinking” I said looking at myself on the mirror. Then realized that I needed a dark lipstick if I wanted to look sexy af.
“We were saying that my brother is going to faint when he sees you” I couldn’t help but blush “Oh look, she’s blushing”
“Stop girls. Even if I walked there naked, he wouldn’t notice me” I said looking down.
“Then we’ll make him look at you” Nat said standing up.
“How?” I said confused.
“You’re making him jealous. We just need a boy who plays your love interest” She said and Wanda clapped.
“I know! While you are talking to him, we’ll be talking to Pietro and saying things like ‘he’s cute’ and stuff” Wanda wanted to make his brother jealous, that’s a thing I’ve never seen coming.
“You think?” I asked without any trace of confidence.
“Oh cmon. You look gorgeous, everyone is going to be looking at you” Nat said and made me smile.
“Fine, just I hope I don’t screw this up” we laughed.
We all arrived at the club, the music was way too loud. The club was dark, I could see my friends’ faces only when a green light passed by. We had a table just for us, Pietro was surrounded by gorgeous women and I was jealous as fuck, jealous and angry. My head started hurting five minutes after we got in, so I decided to leave them and went to the bar to get a drink. I ordered a margarita and the bartender told me it was on the house, I assumed that Tony paid for everything. The cold drink ended up being two cold drinks. I thought I was seeing double but it was a different drink. Pietro was sitting next to me with a bright smile on his face and I looked at him with the best resting bitch face I had. I turned my head around and he touched my shoulder.
“Hey. Is everything okay?” I wanted to yell at him for being with those girls.
“Everything is fine Pietro.” I said seriously.
“Why are you mad at me?” I raised an eyebrow trying to keep playing fool.
“I’m not mad at you, Piet. Go and have fun. I’ll be there in a minute” I gave him a fake smile and he walked away happily.
I ordered another margarita because if I was going to be around Pietro and his girls, I was going to need a lot more of alcohol. I drinked the drinking so quick I got a little dizzy. I stepped accidentally with a guy.
“Oh I’m sorry” I said. He looked angry.
“You should be more careful, drunk girls aren’t pretty” oh no he shouldn’t.
“Excuse me? I’m not drunk and if I was, it wouldn’t be your business” I snapped back.
“Who do you think you are? I’m calling the owner of the place” I felt an awful pain, it was because he grabbed my wrist so damn violent that it was hurting me. He looked me in my eyes.
“Listen asshole. I am an avenger, Tony Stark invited me, go to the manager and he will kick you out. So let me go or you will regret it” He wasn’t scared of me, not at all.
“Oh I’m shaking-” I kicked him in the balls and he fell down quickly.
“Now you’re shaking” I walked towards the table.
I sat next to Wanda and in front Pietro. I tried to avoid the fact that my wrist was killing me. I put my left hand, the injured one, down the table so they couldn’t see it. I tried not to think about it because Wanda would try to read my mind. So I thought of Pietro with the other girls. It was one blonde girl who I think she was touching him under the table while a ginger girl was whispering things to him. The whole idea of him with other girls made me sick. I just wanted to go home and sleep. Wanda looked at me and smiled. I didn’t understand why until Steve sat next to me and wrapped his arms around me.
“Hi gorgeous” he smiled with that perfect smile of his.
“Hi Steve. How are you?” He definitely cheered me up when I was feeling down. He was a great friend and the best thing is that he knew I wasn’t interested in him and he wasn’t interested in me either. So we were great friends. He came closer and whispered to my ear.
“Wanda told me you wanted to make Pietro jealous” he whispered and I felt so damn happy. I had totally forgot the idea of making him jealous. I giggled and pulled him away.
“Steve! Don’t say that” I played the fool and he laughed.
“Are you bored? Maybe you and I should go to the dance floor” he said and I nodded.
“Let’s see if you’ve got some moves, Rogers” He grabbed my hand and took me to the dance floor.
Steve was a great dancer, for his age. He was almost 100 years but he moved like people that are 30. He was awesome, knew how to handle his body and definitely he knew how to make Pietro jealous. His hands were always on my waist, pulling me closer to him. He was very good at this. He got closer to my ear.
“I think he’s coming” he said without going away.
“Why do you think that?” I couldn’t see a thing.
“Because he saw us from the table and now he’s gone” I looked at Steve and then I saw him. Pietro was walking towards us very angry. He stood next to Steve.
“Y/N. Can I talk to you for a second?” Steve walked away with his thumbs up.
“What’s up, Pietro? Your girls were so shallow that they fell asleep while talking?” I said angry.
“What? No. I can’t stand the fact that you were dancing like that with him. Since when you and Steve were a thing?” He was heartbroken.
“It’s none of your business Pietro. I can date who I want” I snapped back.
“No, you can’t” he was furious. I’d never seen him like that before.
“Oh really? And why’s that?” I teased him.
“Oh my god, Y/N. Can’t you see? I love you!” He said and I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“You what?!” I needed to hear it again.
“I love you Y/N. You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever met. You are kind, honest, fearless and gorgeous. I will die if I let you go” I smiled.
“I love you too, Piet” he smiled and hugged me. He put his sweet lips over mine, he tasted like vodka and orange juice. His lips were soft but they definitely knew what they were doing. He pulled me away and smiled. “Happy birthday Pietro”
“That was the best present ever. Why didn’t you tell me how you felt?” He inquired.
“Because I was afraid you didn’t feel the same and maybe that could ruin our friendship” I said looking down. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him.
“There’s no way I wouldn’t be in love with you” he kissed me again. “Let’s go with the guys"We were walking to the table and he stopped. He grabbed my hurt wrist and showed it to me “Who did this to you? Y/N… who hurted you?”
“Believe me, it was nobody. He got what he deserved anyway. I kicked him in the balls” he kinda laughed. He was worried anyway “I’m fine Piet, now I am”
Then, we sat together and the sluts were gone. Steve was smiling me from across the table, Nat was sitting next to him. Wanda was making funny faces like she was kissing some invisible man. Then Tony came in.
“You two?” He pointed at Pietro and me. Pietro grabbed my hand and squeezed it “Finally. Everyone owes Wanda twenty bucks”
Pairing : Winchesters x Sister!Reader. Word count : 1,341 Author : Mel Warnings Across parts : Incest, Non-con elements, cheating. IF THESE BOTHER YOU DO NOT READ. I don’t want to listen to you bitch. A/N :
Please DO NOT ask me to write more of these topics. (Incest/wincest or non-con). More will only be written if ideas hit me, this is way out of my comfort zone. Thank you for respecting that. If you want to be tagged, please ask.
You were sitting in the bar with your brothers. Sam next to you, and Dean across from you. “Dean?”
“Yeah?” He looked back at you.
“Just go fuck her.”
He chuckled. “Like I told her, sweetheart. I’m busy tonight.” He grinned. “I’ve got a little sister to take care of. He says one thing wrong, I deck him.”
You rolled your eyes. You might have only been there half an hour, but Dean had women fawning over him the second he was in the door. Sam had a girl or two eyeing him as well. “Both of you, just go flirt or something. If one more girl glares at me like that for being here with you, I’ll start decking people.”