ugh feels all over the place

starlitelawyer  asked:

❛ I can’t believe I ever even loved you. ❜

Wha…?” Did she just say…no. Could she? For a long moment, Jargoon just stared at the other Zircon with a mixture of confusion, disbelief, and….something else. Honestly, she was a little hurt, and she wasn’t sure why. What did she care if this stupid rookie used to have….feelings for her? Ugh, even thinking that through was so weird. But….at the same time…

Maybe it wasn’t all that stupid. There was no other Zircon she enjoyed being in court with more, and it was obvious (in retrospect), that Starlite felt the same about her, if not more so. Jargoon had always found that cute at first, but over time, she’d kind of earned her place on the other side of the platform. She really was one of the best, and she risked all of that, even despite those feelings, for some stupid case!  The yellow Zircon felt her flustered expression turn into a scowl.

I don’t know what you’re going on about, but this entire situation is your fault! You just had to take it one step too far because you just had to be the big impressive Zircon in the courtroom! YOU- I MEAN WE COULD HAVE BEEN SHATTERED!

college! au shidge

I may not yet be in college but I am however still a student and really I just pulled these from my butt and accidentally ended up writing a fic ok anyways

  • shiro’s staring dumbfounded at his best friend’s little sister who managed to jump three whole years into his grade like H O W
  • them at the library and pidge cursing her smolness and shiro just hoists her up on his shoulder to the right shelf
  • for some reason they have a lot of classes together. A LOT.

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BTS: dating suga would include

A/N: bc it’s this gummy bear’s birthday 😻😻 

 ▪ having a laid-back, chill, cuddly relationship

 ▪ which you’re totally fine with, bc you know how he feels despite him looking cold and withdrawn in public 

 ▪ both of you being complete sloths sometimes, esp him 

 ▪ absolutely refuses to wake up and get out of bed unless you give him his usual 10 kisses every morning 

▪ will pout and frown when you don’t, claiming that he didn’t want them anyway 

▪ will turn into putty when he sees you in his clothes. Even if it’s just a hat, he’ll probably stare at you nonstop and you’ll be like does he wanna kill me or kiss me idk 

▪ him (trying to) teach you to play the piano 

▪ if you don’t get certain notes, he’ll just smile and say you’ll get it someday and that he won’t stop teaching you

 ▪ actually a pretty cool teacher, never gets frustrated and always rewards you with kisses when you get the melody right

 ▪ won’t show his jealous side often

 ▪ but when he does, hooo boy 

▪ first something would have to really tick him off for him to get aggressive or just overprotective in general 

 ▪ like he’ll see someone eyeing you at a restaurant or a party, and he’ll just grab you and kiss you really hard while grabbing your hair

 ▪ ofc not before looking intensely into the eyes of the person staring at you 

▪ it’s better not to argue with him, trust me 

 ▪ as I’ve said in another post, he probably will say some things that he can’t take back and will always regret it 

 ▪ but ofc he’ll try his best to make it up to you and reassure you it will never happen again 

 ▪ cuddles with him are the best bc you know neither of you are gonna be moving for the next 4 hours, until kookie shoves you both off the couch to watch a drama probably 

 ▪ sometimes he talks in his sleep and it’s the cutest thing ever…like he’s always moaning your name and ughhh you just wanna know what he’s dreaming about 

▪ not to get too nsfw here but like-

 ▪ sex with him is probably out of this world and he’ll make sure you forget your own name by the end of it 


 ▪ will probably shove jin aside whenever he’s trying to feed you something he made 

▪ “Sorry, hyung, it was an accident" 

▪ loves kissing your forehead and both your cheeks before going and placing a kiss on your lips, just to tease you

 ▪ neck kisses are dangerous. It’s almost like he’s daring your to moan his name while others are near 

 ▪ leaves hickies in *ahem* a lot of your private areas and will trace his fingers over them to admire his work

 ▪ you doing the same bc he loves the feeling of your lips all over him

 ▪ ugh just please treasure this boy and never let him go 🎀

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all to myself: vlog 5

“It’s hard to be a vlogger when half your subscribers care more about your hot friends than you.”
- Y/N, from her April 23, 2016 vlog titled ‘Jimin shows his stupid abs 8 times (not clickbait)

↳ vlogger au
pairing: jimin x reader, yoongi x reader
warning: smut

teaser&info | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | on-going

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I’m Not a Kid: Part 2

I’m Not a Kid

Word count: 5.6k

Genre: smut, dirty talk

Another part was requested by anon (anon let me know if you like it.) I wasn’t sure if I was going to do it but then I couldn’t stop thinking about office sex with Jungkook. Anyway, I listened to TIO by Zayn while writhing this ;) 

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It had been a week since you’d seen Jungkook. You’d forgotten that his father had a business trip and wanted Jungkook to come with him so he see the ropes of the family business.

They were in Australia and wouldn’t be back until Monday. You’d gone all week and weekend thinking about Jungkook. It was Sunday night and here you were again, nervous and thinking about seeing him tomorrow. You were sitting in the living room with your roommate trying to focus on a movie while eating dinner but you couldn’t.

As soon as you got home Friday night you woke her up and told her what you had done. You were still on a high from Jungkook fucking you but you knew you were going to regret it in the morning, and boy did you, at first. You couldn’t believe that you had let the your boss’s 20 year old son fuck the shit out of you in a restroom at a nightclub, but as days went by with no sign of Jungkook, no flirting, no touches, no lingering looks, no singing of your name your thoughts became consumed of him.

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All the boys

Dan is forced to go to the strip club for a birthday and he unexpectedly has eyes for one of the girls working there 

Warning: smutttt

inspired by this 

Dan’s POV:

“Dan come on it’s gonna be fun” Phil told me through my bedroom door which I had locked for the purpose of Phil not being able to drag me there. “Since when did you find stuff like this fun Phil” I retorted
“Dan you know I don’t but its just manners we show up” 
“Phil we’re gonna be surrounded by thirty year old horny men being pervs” I groaned 
“Dan just get ready you don’t have to talk just stay on your phone” 
“ugh fine but you owe me” I compromised getting up from my bed. 

I lazily chucked on some black skinny jeans and a black button up, not caring if I looked like shit, I didn’t want to be there and they probably knew it too. 
It was Joe’s birthday and Caspar had decided to take Joe to a strip club to celebrate. A fucking strip club. And they decided that it would be a good idea to invite Phil and I. If you’ve talked to us for more than five minutes, you’d know we’re not strip club people, heck if you’ve even looked at us. 

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Request: N/A but, @marveldcmistress , you said you wanted to be tagged in this!

A/N: First Lance fic!  I will definitely be open to writing for him again if any of you guys want to request a fic for him!  Hope you enjoy!

Lance Tucker x reader

Word count: 2030 (damn I’m wordy)

Summary: Lance never thought he’d be so excited about being a father… maybe now he’s a bit too excited… But, seeing Lance go all mushy for his baby is the most heartwarming thing you will ever see.

Warnings: pregnancy, pregnancy symptoms (morning sickness, cravings, etc..), super fluffy adorableness.

(Y/L/N)= your last name

(Y/B/N)= your baby’s name

(E/C)= eye color

(H/C)= hair color

 (GIF not mine)

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Your Ginger Housemate - Part 4

I know it’s been close to a month, so I’m truly sorry for the delay.  I have many assignments to write and many exams to prep for. Unfortunately, I don’t know when I’ll be posting the next story for this series again, but I DO know that I will reply to questions and requests ASAP! 

Want to read the rest?  PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 5

Originally posted by caspersbastardchild

It hadn’t been the same ever since the night Jerome had rested his head in your lap and placed his hand on your cheek. Just remembering the night sent a wave of butterflies through your stomach.  This was how you knew you had finally fallen for the murderous, rampaging, cackling psychopath. You’d always accepted for there to be slight feelings, but never this emotion. You didn’t want to say… love. No, that wouldn’t do. But those sneaky glances, smiles and brushes of your hands? ‘Ugh, it’s all so confusing.’ You slammed the plate you were washing into the sink, causing soap suds to splatter all over your front and onto the floor.

Jerome’s fiery head of hair popped into view from behind the couch, “What’s up doll?”

He’d been practically living on the couch for almost a week now, the bullet wound preventing him from doing much else other than sleep, eat, crack jokes and laugh. However, even laughing he struggled to do without hurting his abdomen. 

“Don’t worry couch potato, just me being a clutz.”

“So nothing new?”

You glared at his mischievous grin, knowing he simply wanted a reaction. Shaking your head and continuing the chore, you mumbled under your breath,


You didn’t know how, but somehow, amazingly, he heard you because he started cackling. Cackling, which eventually halted with a cry of pain, “Shit!”

You ran over, not used to Jerome ever yelling out in distress. Except for the night, he tumbled through the window and was “stabbed” with a needle. 

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“Uh, yeah. I’m fine. Just, yeah. Don’t worry about it y/n.” 

Your brow furrowed in worry. He seemed distracted, and what was even weirder? He was avoiding all eye contact. ‘That’s unusual. I wonder…’ Quickly, you yanked his shirt from his side to see a heart-dropping sight. The bandages, pristine only days ago, were now stained with blood.

“Jerome! Oh my god! This is bad, this is very, very bad. How long has this been happening for?”

“Well,” Jerome looked over at you, one laugh escaping his mouth, “You see dollface…”

“Jerome, do not dollface me, I want a proper answer.”

He rolled his eyes, his normal charisma taking place once more.

“Okay, okay. Jeez. It’s been doin’ it on ‘n’ off, okay?”

“And you didn’t tell me!?” Annoyance. Frustration. Betrayal. So many emotions began to fill your mind. You thought the two of you were growing closer. You thought the barriers were finally beginning to fall. Now? 

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Mystic Messenger Male! Mc: Transfer Your Cold To Me (Jumin x Male MC)

Do you take Requests? If so, could I if you dont mind & if Im allowed, Request a JuminxSickMaleReader? Like its summer and the MR is sick with a (really) high fever and Jumin takes care of him, like the good Boyfriend he is! And fluff! Sorry for bothering you with it!

My notes: Lol good thing you specified fluff (and that I reread it a bunch of times) cuz I was about to get keeerazzzy! 


It had started off as just a small headache. Then he got a little achy. And then he was sneezing. No big deal, he said to himself, just take some Nyquil and sleep. He didn’t want to get sick, especially not now. A chocolate festival was coming to the city, something that everyone had been talking about ever since he moved to Korea. Everyone in the RFA was oogling about it. Even the recluse Yoosung was going, hell even Jumin seemed a bit intrigued by it, after Zack showed interest of course, but nonetheless it seemed to be a big deal. It was a summer festival that was held indoors inside a nice, air conditioned building. 

Well of course, as Lady Luck was so kind to play him this hand, he was sicker than a dog. He was running a high fever and was simultaneously cold as ice and hot as a furnace. He had the chills and was constantly thirsty but too tired to drink. He apologized groggily and in broken Korean how sorry he was they couldn’t go. 

“Stop apologizing.” Jumin said as he wetted a cold washcloth. “I want you to get better. I’ve never seen you this sick before.” He frowned as he squeezed the cloth. 

“I…know…” Zack coughed violently. “ the sickest I’ve ever been.” He groaned as his head pounded against his skull. “Ugh…talk to me…in English. I can’t even think.” 

Jumin placed the cold washcloth on his head and smiled a bit at the sight of relief on Zack’s face. “How are you feeling?” Jumin asked in English. 

“Like hell.” Zack groaned again as he felt sweat roll down his neck. “Like complete hell.” He shook his head. “I don’t even know…what I caught…” 

“Perhaps… a student? Or a child on the train?” 

Zack shook his head. “Maybe…it’s all…it’s all hot in the…” He coughed again and rolled over in pain, “ugh.” 

Jumin knelt down in front of him with a look of complete worry. “Please, are you okay?” 

Zack shook his head. “I…feel so hot…I think I’m gunna be sick!” He sprinted up, feeling dizzy and delirious as he ran to the bathroom and retched. “Ugh…fuck…this isn’t a flu it’s a damn migraine.” He pressed his head to the edge of the toilet bowl. 

Jumin ran up to him and patted his shoulder. “Are you going to throw up again?” He said gently as he rubbed tiny circles into his back. 

Zack sighed happily and shook his head. He reached up and flushed the toilet. “I.. I should brush my teeth.” He turned away from Jumin. “Sorry…” 

Jumin chuckled, although forced as his face was painted in worry, “Don’t worry about things like that. I want you to focus on getting better. Let’s change your clothes and get you into bed.” He carefully helped Zack up and guided him to the circular bed. He helped him change wiping down his torso with a towel taking off the layer of sweat and put him into one of his shirts. Zack was smaller than he so his clothes fit looser allowing, to what he hoped, more comfort. Before he was even finished with helping him Zack fell into deep sleep. Jumin tucked him in with a  throw blanket made entirely of Alpaca wool, to help keep in the heat. He kept Zack’s feet exposed to help with the airflow and left the room. 

Well now, it was time to make something for the young man. If his migraine persisted he would most likely keep vomiting. He walked out to his kitchen only to find his own personal chef wasn’t in. In fact, most of the staff wasn’t in today. A security officer called and notified Jumin that a flu was going around. Ah…He cursed himself for not persisting Zack to go get his flu shot. He knew he hated the place and avoided going at all costs, but… Jumin sighed. Look to what it had come to. Feeling glum about it Jumin started making porridge and sighed as he looked at the Chocolate Festival flier. 



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im-the-ruler-here  asked:

Can we please have UT/UF/US/SF skelebros realizing that they're in love (before or after they're in a relationship)

Sans:  What?  No, he doesn’t love you.  Not like that anyway.  He just thinks you’re great, and smell nice, and your smile makes him smile.   Not that fake smile either, the real one that’s so beautiful it hurts.   And he wants you to be happy more than he wants his soul to beat, and every time he thinks about you he gets this warm feeling in his creaky old bones, and he wants to kiss your mouth. But, I mean, he doesn’t love you.  And even if he did - not that he does - there’s no way you could feel the same way about him.  So it’s a non-issue really.

Until, of course, you get together.  And he doesn’t know what the Hell you’re thinking but he has embraced whatever brand of madness made you decide this was a good idea.  It is a soft realization, a dawning acceptance, as he finally acknowledges what has been in his soul for a while now.  He loves the shit out of you.

Papyrus:  He is a person who falls in love easily, and isn’t afraid to show it.  He probably told you that he loves you even before you two got together.  And it’s true!!  He loves his friends and datemates alike!

But he knows you’re special one day when you leave.  Wow, he misses you already.  Why don’t we live together yet?  And then it just… clicks.   His vision of the future has you in it; it has for a while, he realizes.  He loves you.  He loves you!!!  He calls you immediately to gush about how important you are to him, how precious and loved you are, and how happy you make him.  If he can hold back from proposing there and then he is doing so soon enough.  And whatever happens he’s going to start acting as if you already live with him.  He might start relocating your things without asking.

Red:  I do not think any of us anticipate this going well. Sitting behind bars, Red realized this is true love.

No crosswalk in sight, but no cars either.  You quickly grab Red’s hand and step out onto the blacktop, head still on a pivot just in case.  So it’s really a surprise you didn’t see the cop until he was right there, arms crossed and frowning thunderously. Red’s knowledge of street laws is pretty rudimentary: don’t run somebody over, no matter how slowly they’re walking.  That he learned with Boss the hard way.  But he really doesn’t get what the problem is, and this Cop is stressing his babe out.  He doesn’t like seeing you nervous.  He puts a hand on your elbow, glaring at the cop.  “are you fucking serious?  c’mon buddy there aren’t even any cars around, what’s the big deal?” The cop does not like his tone, and probably the fact that he’s a monster.  Red does not like the cop not liking him, and how agitated his S/O probably is by this point.  One thing leads to another, and he’s in handcuffs for obstruction of justice.

God fucking dammit.  His S/O has got to be so upset right now.  That is the opposite of what he wants, ever.  In fact, during that whole thing with the police officer he was more pissed that he was being a dick to you than a dick in general, or even to him.  The cops are like the guards Underground and he knew damn well that other than- ok, sort of including Papyrus, they were all assholes.  And…. do not treat people the best.  When he saw that cop bearing down on you he wanted to throw his arm over you, growl and bare his teeth, crush you to him, because you’re HIS and he’ll be damned if some- FUCK!!!  He’s…. he’s got it bad doesn’t he?  He really loves them… shit, if they ever talk to him again.  He kind of ruined your night.

Edge:  He doesn’t fall in love quite as easily as Papyrus, but it’s close.  Though he’s also much less likely to show it than Papyrus, or admit it even to himself.  So chances are he won’t really know for a while.

Edge can tell you’ve had a bad day; the way you move your bones must be lead in your flesh, and he can almost see the bags under your eyes weighing your face down.  He is immediately rushing to lay you in bed, getting you a blanket, some lasagna, whatever drink you like, fussing over you like only a Papyrus can.  “IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE YOU NEED?!  GOOD!  PLEASE CALL ME IF YOU NEED ANYTHING ELSE!!”

The whole time Sans is watching, laughing at the big strong monster coddling you like a mother hen.  “SANS?!  WHAT IS SO FUNNY?!”  “it’s nothing Boss, jus’ cute how much you care.”   “SANS!!  YOU KNOW PERFECTLY WELL I AM NEVER CUTE!  WE’VE TALKED ABOUT THIS!’  “yeah yeah, whatever you say.”

Papyrus storms off, huffing and puffing, until he slams the door to his room shut.  But then he gently swings it back open in case you call for his aid; he cannot allow you to wait for even a minute, or strain your voice yelling very loud. ……….. fuck.  He does care.  Until you are gone, health fully restored and a container of lasagna under your arm, he has a slight persistent blush every time he allows his eyes to linger on you.  He loves you……. he has to go into the forest to scream for a few hours.

Blue:   He’s always known.  The moment he got the first flicker of warmth in his soul upon looking at you he recognized and accepted it, embraced it even.  He has always wanted to be in love!  

It happens in a quiet moment, cooking a sweet treat that the King recommended.  There was an… accident with the confectioner’s sugar and it is absolutely everywhere, you are both on the floor, and you are giving him your best ‘I told you so’ look.  “HEHE… MWEHEHEHE!!!!  Y-Y-YOU LOOK LIKE HAPSTA’S COUSIN!!”  So does he!  You both look like ghosts, bathed in white, but soon there are tracks in the sugar going down Blue’s cheeks as he shakes with laughter.  You’re laughing now too, doubled over.  God you’re beautiful like this.  “HUMAN…. YOU ARE AS SWEET AS THIS SUGAR!!”  

Honey:  You two are just chilling on the couch when he realizes.  You’re laying on him, on his chest as he is wont to put you.  Tenderly he brushes your hair back, careful not to get the strands caught between his joints.  If he focuses he can feel the thump of your heart against his sternum, his soul aching to settle into the same rhythm.  He wants you to be like this forever.  Here, with him.  With a smile he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, pulling you closer.  “hey honey bunches… you’re special to me, ya know that?”

Black:  He realizes that he loves you when he starts showering you in gifts.  He’s a pretty material person, and emotionally constipated to the extreme.  When he wants to show how important you are to him he just shoves something sparkly and expensive in your hands and calls it a day.  It’s like an itch; if you two are out and he sees something neat he Needs to give it to you immediately.  He’s like a little kid with a neat rock; he likes it so he gives it to you.  If he tries to suppress the urge he vibrates with the pent up impulse until he gives in.  

IF THERE’S A PRIZE FOR ROTTEN JUDGEMENT I GUESS I’VE ALREADY WON THAT.  NO S/O IS WORTH THE AGGRAVATION.  THAT’S ANCIENT HISTORY, BEEN THERE, DONE THAT!  Who dy’you think you’re kidding?  They’re the earth and heaven to you.  Try to keep it hidden, Black we see right through you!  Boy you can’t conceal it, we know how you’re feeling.  Who you thinking of?  NO CHANCE, NO WAY, I WON’T SAY IT, NO, NO!!!

Puppy:  He hasn’t gotten out of bed in…. a while.  It’s all started to blend together, honestly.  His bones feel cemented in place, too heavy to lift even an inch.  Nevertheless, when his phone gives a little ping he groans and reaches for it, motions slow as molasses.  ‘Hey, are you free?’ 

Is he really doing this?  It’s a bright sunny day, and just the thought of how light out it is has him hissing a bit.  But your smile is brighter… if he gets out of bed he will get to see you smile.

With a creak of bones and a low groan he pries himself off of his sheets, shuffling into the bathroom.  There’s no way he’s getting in the shower right now, the way things are he would never leave it again.  A whore’s bath will do, he thinks, as he runs water over a rag.  Ugh, there is a light dusting of chalky powder over his bones, that is how long it’s been since he bathed.  It’s even a little tacky in places.  He needs to get his life together.  Remember, you’re doing this for them.

Despite all of this… when he drags himself out of the house and sees you for the first time that day…. he feels a flutter of happiness in his chest.  It was worth it. 

Okay, so it’s JKR confirmed that Tina and Queenie Goldstein are related somehow to Anthony Goldstein, a Ravenclaw from Hogwarts. Who is the only confirmed Jew in all of Hogwarts. Because that makes sense for London population. (I’m not bitter what are you talking about)

So. Jewish wizards. Let’s talk Jewish wizards. 

Orthodox/Chasidic Jews not practicing magic on the Sabbath because no work is technically allowed. People questioning why they’re walking everywhere instead of Disapparating and then having to sigh and roll their eyes and explain.

 Having separate spells specifically for different types of Kosher plates if they do that for washing them. Spells to make sure that meats and dairy never touch. Charms that alert them at restaurants or school if there’s pork or shellfish in a dish. The house elves learn about this and purposefully mark food Pereve or not and start to list ingredients for all the dishes. (Hey as somebody with food allergies, this would just make my day anyway)

 Magical menorahs that light themselves, enchantments on the Torah so it will never accidentally touch the ground or get smeared by hand oils (which is why Yads are used anyway, but it would be more out of tradition), the eternal light magically not being able to go out. OR BETTER YET wands being used with a spell as Yads

 WIZARDING BAT MITZVAHS AND WEDDINGS OH MY GODDD The chair holding the bar or bat mitzvah or the married couple magically being held up. The chuppah with magical lighting. Voices magically amplified so no microphones are needed.

 A fucking giant Menorah in the Great Hall and not just a stupid Christmas tree because we seriously don’t need more of those (sorry I’m just very sick of holiday season meaning only Christmas. There are like four other religions I know of that have holidays around this time)

 Days off for Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur and Passover, etc. and leaving sections of the tables empty for those fasting to be able to chill away from temptation but still with friends in the common social environment. Matzos alternatives during Passover. A signified Seder table and a Jewish member of the faculty as the head of the table and the youngest little first year reading the four questions. Or a group of first years.

 A Sukkah outside for Sukkot and enchanted lulav and etrog. A small sanctuary for High Holy Days and Shabbat services. (There should also be a safe place or several for Muslim students to pray throughout the day, just FYI)

And in Fantastic Beasts? Queenie teaching Jacob old family recipes for challah and bagels that he starts making for his bakery…Just…ugh, I want this all so badly.

 And don’t get me started on WWII and the Holocaust! Wizarding Nazis? Very probably. Using Muggles and wizards alike for their “experimentation”? Yeah. And Jewish wizards using concealment charms all over the place and trying to take care of their friends and family. Muggle born wizards and witches being hunted even more…Just think about it….

That’s all I got for now please FEEL FREE TO ADD YOUR HEADCANONS


A/N: So, this is my first smut, and I’m super nervous about posting it. Sorry if there’s any mistakes, it was a bit rushed since I wanted to finish and submit it in time for Smut Week. So I did the best I could, especially since all my knowledge of what sex is like comes from fan fiction or friends. Hope you enjoy some AU Negan!

Summary: Being the kind and helpful student you are, you join Coach Negan after school to help grade some Health quizzes. One little accident occurs, and one thing leads to another.

Word Count: 3,033 words

Pairing: Teacher! Negan/ Student! Reader

Warnings: Smut, Vaginal sex, Oral sex, Inappropriate behavior in a classroom, Swearing

Tags: @negansmutweek @negans-network

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I’ll Be Good - Part 12

Masterlist -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 11  -  Part 13

Summary: Series - You’re an old colleague of Natasha’s who finds herself face to face with the Winter Soldier on the wrong end of an Avengers’ op. Chapter – After a conflict with Steve and Tony about your place among the team in which you revealed more than you’d planned about your past, you’re ready to run but Bucky tries to persuade you to stay.

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 1801

Author’s Note: Ah yes, we’ve arrived at Angstville, U.S.Angst. @marvelatmytrash here you go, here is your sledgehammer moment. I am so unsure about this, yet again. It’s like angst and sort of fluff? and I don’t know if it’s over the top. It’s just 100% feels and character thoughts. Ugh, I dunno. Hopefully you all like it anyway. I suppose you’ve all earned some touchy-feely fluff from me after all the angst lately. :) I just don’t know if I’m any good at it. Bleh! Second guessing here. Just going to hit post before I delete this for another rewrite…

Originally posted by allthisherostuff

You stood beside the bed with your back to the door, clutching the getaway bag you’d kept stashed away. It was sparse given your limited access to the compound, given that you were evidently still half a prisoner. You could sense Bucky in the doorway, watching you fade away.

What choice did you have but to run? You had finally been honest, and it had only earned you sharp looks of alarm and disapproval from Steve and Tony, the self-righteous heroes and leaders of this group. Their reaction was your signal; you knew immediately that it wouldn’t be safe for you to stay anymore.

“Y/N please, don’t go,” he pleaded, stepping quietly into the room, coming to a stop just behind you, inches away. His fingers wound around your wrist, silently petitioning you to drop the bag.

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There Is No Escape - Part 8

Note: Pan seems to have gotten what he wanted. The reader is happy….but nothing stays that way on Neverland.

Peter Pan x Killian Jones x Reader

Words: 1479

Warnings: The TINIEST bit of language is used.

Disclaimer: No GIFs are mine. Credit to the creators.

Originally posted by lovetheworldlife

It has been weeks since Peter had helped you get your memories back and what once felt like such an intimidating and dangerous place is now the only place you can really call home. Your connection with each of the lost boys was rekindled, much to the joy of the smallest one that had been so hurt by your memory loss, and Peter….well…that was a different matter entirely.

He is, of course, still the cocky and arrogant boy you have always known him to be but there is something different about him. Something that is even beginning to get picked up by the other boys; he is constantly around you, not seeming to leave you side for even the briefest of seconds, he has even set up a hammock in his treehouse so that you are in his sights throughout the night too. All the time you have known him for you have never seen him so protective.

It was sweet, in his own little way, but it is beginning to make you feel a little suffocated now. Something needed to be done.

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Let Me Love You - Part 4 (Final)

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,932

Summary: The reader has not heard from Jensen in over two years, he randomly calls one day and it completely turns her world upside down.

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“Your what?!” Jensen says looking like you slapped him in the face. 

“Shhh!” You go to open the door but he stops you. 

“You didn’t tell me about a boyfriend, Y/N. What the fuck.” 

Shit has officially hit the fan.

“Be quiet!” You whisper. 

“You just appeared on my doorstep this morning. I was a little caught off guard! Besides it’s not like you asked.” You say narrowing your eyes.

“Let him in.” Jensen growls looking like he’s about to punch the wall. 

“Jensen…relax, ok?” 

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