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Mind Reader

Characters: Dean x Reader

Warnings: angst adjacent, smut, dirty talk, LOTS of language

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: I was looking through some REALLY old requests and I came across an idea from @jennalyncarrigan1230 from who knows how long ago. She pitched an idea that I have twisted and LOVE the outcome. I doubt she even remembers sending the ask, but her initial idea sparked this smutty goodness. This took on a life of its own. I haven’t wrote Dean smut or ANY smut in quite some time. This is officially DIRTY. Or at least by my standards it is. Hope you enjoy. ;) Italics & Bold indicate reader’s thoughts.  This has very little plot. Just the poor reader thinking her secret dirty thoughts about Dean only to have them be not so secret anymore.

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❛ Have you been playing with matches again? ❜
❛ Do have anymore of that one stuff? ❜
❛ So, where do we go from here? ❜
❛ What the hell is that thing? ❜
❛ You know, you aren’t supposed to be doing that. ❜
❛ I almost forgot you only come around when you need me. ❜
❛ Oh, yeah, you played me good, didn’t you? ❜
❛ I’m not joking with you this time. ❜
❛ Do you ever think about having kids? ❜
❛ I didn’t mean to punch you that hard. ❜
❛ Nice shiner there, buddy. ❜
❛ Great way to start the day. ❜
❛ I just want peace and quiet. ❜
❛ Please, just go away already, ugh. ❜
❛ I’m not giving you any money! ❜
❛ You don’t own me. ❜
❛ Tell me what to do or what to say. ❜
❛ I love my freedom. ❜
❛ Shut up before I break your arm. ❜
❛ Now, that looks like a grand adventure. ❜
❛ I’m taking you home, come on. ❜
❛ Jesus, are you really that drunk? ❜
❛ What did you take? How many you’d take? ❜
❛ That’s not an orange. It’s a lemon. ❜
❛ The wait is almost over. ❜
❛ So, when are we going to finally meet? ❜
❛ I would like to see you in person. ❜
❛ Are you online dating again? ❜
❛ I’m not sad, I’m just tired. ❜
❛ I want to take a nap so bad. ❜
❛ I thought we could just nap together. ❜
❛ Life can be messy. ❜
❛ I wish life could be mess free. ❜
❛ Are you high or just stupid? ❜
❛ You can be anything you set your mind to. ❜
❛ We are not going to be like them. ❜
❛ I just wanted to fit in, I don’t know. ❜
❛ Are you going to that party tonight? ❜
❛ I thought we’d be together forever. ❜
❛ I really liked you. My fault. ❜
❛ We don’t like surprises. ❜
❛ Please save the lecture for someone who gives a shit. ❜
❛ What the hell did you do? ❜
❛ Well, you poor thing. ❜
❛ I’m just saying, murder is an option. ❜
❛ We can always kill them, yeah? ❜
❛ What’s all this glitter for anyway? ❜
❛ Damn, you look like shit. Smell like it too. ❜
❛ It’s not too dark and not too light. ❜
❛ I wanted to know what you liked so I stalked you. ❜
❛ I didn’t stalk anyone for the last time already. ❜
❛ I’m not sorry and I have no regrets. ❜
❛ You are so fucked, you know that? ❜
❛ Hey, you stole that from me! Give it back! ❜
❛ Screw you. ❜
❛ Just fuck off already. ❜
❛ You look like a Simpson. ❜
❛ I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings. ❜
❛ I’m not mean, I’m just honest. ❜
❛ I will stab you with my fingernail, try me. ❜
❛ Your wish is my command. ❜
❛ I would love to see you suffer. ❜
❛ I’m not in, no way. This is bad. ❜
❛ I don’t want to break any rules. ❜
❛ Fine then. Don’t call and don’t text me anymore. ❜
❛ I’m not mad at you, don’t worry. ❜
❛ Do not ever question my parenthood again. ❜
❛ I don’t have time for this. ❜
❛ Death is all around us. ❜
❛ You’re just like the girl from gone girl. ❜
❛ You left, not me. ❜
❛ I’m not the one that’s always leaving. ❜
❛ I can’t believe this is truly happening. ❜
❛ I was wondering, if you wanted to look at the stars with me? ❜
❛ I always wanted to go on a date. ❜
❛ I knew you were trouble when you walked in. ❜
❛ I had a feeling. ❜
❛ Wait, do you feel that? That vibe right now? ❜
❛ Where could the gem be? ❜
❛ Do I look like someone you should mess with? ❜
❛ It stinks it this place. Can’t believe you call it home. ❜
❛ Wow, this is your house? ❜
❛ I can’t believe you didn’t think to ask me first. ❜
❛ You have a lot to learn. ❜
❛ What do you take me for? ❜
❛ What do I have to do to get it from you? ❜
❛ Will you ever stop asking me that? ❜
❛ This place never ceases to amaze me. ❜
One Week (Connor Murphy x Reader)

TW: EVEN SMUTTIER THAN THE LAST ONE, swearing, a whole lot of innuendos

Words: 1,700 ish

Disclaimer: I may edit this a tiny bit more in the future. But enjoy, kiddos!

“Oh here they come,” Alanna groaned to the rest of your friends, spotting you and Connor walking towards the lunch table. 
“Wow, and a whole new gallery of hickeys to go along with it!” Jared nodded towards the faint purple bruises on Connor’s neck. 
“Ugh, seriously, can we stop talking about this? He’s my brother. The last thing I want to think about is him… doing it,” Zoe basically cringed at her last words. She folded up her half eaten sandwich, clearly having a loss of appetite.

You and Connor sat down, smiling. Your boyfriend slung his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side.
“What were you guys talking about?” You asked curiously. 
“Oh, just how you and Connor can’t keep it in your goddamn pants,” Jared snorted casually.

“I mean, I’ve never heard Y/N complain-“

Zoe groaned. “Okay, that’s all I can take. Come on, Evan, let’s go eat outside,” she stood up and the blue boy followed. His ears were pink just from listening to the conversation.

“See? Even tree-nut over there can’t be around you two,” Jared remarked.

“What the hell do you mean, Kleinman?” Connor rolled his eyes. 
“I MEAN that we all know how much you guys fuck. My god, look at you; your neck could be a Picasso sunrise!” Jared laughed in between his words. Connor’s hand shot up to his neck immediately, in attempt to hide them.

“Every time we get together, you guys always leave early to have sex,” Alanna pointed out, taking a bite of a baby carrot.

“Do not! When was the last time we did that?” You looked at Alanna with disbelief.

“Literally last week we watched Schindler’s List at my house, and you sucked Connor off in the bathroom,” Alanna stated.

Your face turned bright red. Connor’s ears changed colour like a chameleon to match.

“Who the fuck gets turned on by dead Jews? You guys are messed up,” Jared joked.

You rolled your head back and groaned. “Ugh, you guys are exaggerating! We don’t do it that often.”

Alanna and Jared bounced back and forth.

“Last week. Schindler’s List.”
“Week before that, we went to the arcade. You guys left and had sex at Y/N’s house.”

“Week before that, we all went out to eat and you guys dashed before dessert came.”

“Ok, ok! I get it. We have a lot of sex. But what’s wrong with that?” Connor let out an annoyed sigh.

“There’s nothing wrong with it, scientifically speaking, but it’s just… annoying,” Alanna concluded.

“Yeah, I bet you two couldn’t go a week without having sex.” Jared took a sip of his juice box, giving you both a judgemental glare above the rim of his glasses.

“You’re on,” you shook his hand. Connor choked on his own spit, eyes growing wide.

“Wait, babe, are you sure-”

“Quitting already, Murphy?” Jared spoke as he reached out his hands to shake yours.

Connor gulped, looking between the two of you. “Ok. Fine,” he finally sighed.

Alanna checked her watch, “ok, so this time in exactly a week, you guys cannot have ANY sexual intercourse. That includes anything in sexual nature.”

You nodded with a confident smirk on your face.

Two days have already passed, and it’s been a lot harder than you thought. You have been so used to having little quickies and long nights with Connor, that you felt… frustrated. It was almost as if your nerves were just asking to be trampled on. Even worse, Connor was getting antsy.

You were at his house, in an attempt to study. But he couldn’t sit still. He was full of energy and in a pissed off mood.

“Connor, just come sit down,” you pinched the bridge of your nose with your fingers.

“I can’t fucking sit down. I can’t just sit, I-I need something,” he ran his hand through his long hair, pulling at the roots.

Connor had quit smoking after you two started having sex. When he smoked weed, he felt a release of stress. Then when he became intimate with you, he didn’t need that other outlet. Of course, you were over-the-moon when he told you that he had stopped smoking. And the sex wasn’t too bad either. You stood up from his bed, walking over to him and placed your hand on his arm.

“Look, I get that this is all a shitty bet made by Kleinman, but we have to prove to ourselves that this relationship is more than just sex,” you gave him an endearing look, searching his eyes.

Connor dropped his hands to his sides, nodding. “Yeah. You’re right,” he sighed softly.

The two of you were laying on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

“Do you remember that time, we were on a date, and you laughed so hard that soda came out of your nose?” Connor teases with a grin.

“Oh don’t remind me,” you giggled.

“I think that’s when I fell in love with you. I mean, who wouldn’t want a girl who has Dr.Pepper for snot?” He tickled your side softly.

“Ok, seriously, shut up. Remember the time you peed yourself in second grade? Yeah, don’t start shit, Murphy.” You jokingly growled back with a laugh.

The two of you continued to joke and share the odd memory or two. You reminisced on embarrassing moments, your firsts, and plans for the future. It had been so long since you two had just sat down spoke to each other. It felt… nice.

Connor must have been thinking the same thing, because when you looked to your right, he was looking right at you. There was something in his eyes that you hadn’t seen in a very long time. It was the look of genuine care and love. His pupils were enlarged and his eyebrows were relaxed. His mind looked like it was put at ease with something other than physical pleasure.

As much as you hated to admit it, Jared might have actually done something useful.


Time wore on and your patience grew both thick and thin. A week without sex was a week full of love and frustration. You and Connor took the extra time you had to get to know each other. But your time alone was the most frustrating. 3 days into the week, he had tried to sext you. Sending you teasing messages and pictures of himself that were not-safe-for-work. By the fourth day, he couldn’t keep his hands off of you. When you sat near each other, his hand would run up your leg and be hiked dangerously north. By the fifth day, Connor’s eyes were glued to your neck. He stared at the skin that resembled a blank canvas. He wanted to litter it with bruises created by his lips. He wanted to make sure that everyone knew you were his. And by the sixth day, you couldn’t take it anymore.


Connor growled as he shoved you into his room, slamming the door closed. You attacked his lips, pressing so hard that he almost lost balance. Connor yanked your jacket off of your arms, throwing it on the floor. The zipper hit the floor, making a loud noise. But you didn’t care. Every sensation that wasn’t caused by Connor – faded into white noise.

He quickly grabbed your thighs, throwing you onto his double bed. He tucked his head in your neck, biting and finally creating a piece of art that couldn’t be graded. His hands quickly moved under your shirt, grabbing onto your breasts roughly.

“God, I fucking missed these,” he breathed out messily.

“Connor, w-what about your parents? W-What about Zoe?” you whispered in between hot breaths.

His hands grabbed your thighs and pulled them apart roughly, slipping his torso between them. “At work. I don’t fucking care about Zoe,” he grumbled against your skin.

You tipped your head backwards, letting your boyfriend catch up on all the missed time. Every tick, emotion, or outlet he needed was now all in for your pleasure. His anger built up from the week is pushed onto his muscles: carrying out the pleasure that he dedicates to you.

Connor sat on his knees. Stripping off his shirt, he presented the pale torso that you know all-too-well. You placed your hand on the line of hair beneath his belly button. You wanted to admire his beauty, but Connor had other plans. He attached his lips to yours and the two of you continued to remove your clothes, throwing them to the side of his bedroom.

His kisses trailed down your bare body. His movements resembled a waterfall, graceful and with a plan. He got dangerously close to where you wanted him the most. Slipping under the covers, he threw your legs onto his shoulders, burying his face in your thighs. He kissed up them, his nose nuzzling into the soft skin.

“I’m so lucky. So goddamn lucky,” he murmured.

You sucked in your breath, leaning onto your elbows as you watched his every move.

Connor kissed up your legs, and placed a soft kiss to your core. You hissed in delight, mouth hanging agape. Connor licked a single stride, smirking as you squirmed beneath his touch. He alternated between his tongue and fingertips, making sure to give you his undivided attention.

“You’re such a pretty girl, so so pretty,” he murmured against your heat.

You grabbed onto his locks, throwing your head back with your eyes closed. You could feel him humming the tune to your favourite song. You felt so close to the brim and then he pulled away.

Whining, you looked at him. Usually, he would give you 2-3 orgasms a night. But he was too eager to finish what he started. Throwing open his bedside drawer, he reached for a condom and slipped it on.

“Ride me,” he spoke quickly. You nodded and straddled him. You slipped him into you and rested your forehead against his.


Zoe walked through the front door of her house. Her mom and dad were at work, but had texted her to ask Connor what he wanted for dinner. Running upstairs, she was already dialing the number to her favourite pizza place.

She swung his bedroom door open, “Hey Connor, what do you want for- OH DEAR GOD.”

anonymous asked:

In the post where you were talking about banter requests, I loved your ideas for Cullen/Alistair conversations. Would you mind actually writing out that one?

Set in DAI, assuming the two of them are actively traveling with the Inquisitor at the same time.

Alistair: So… It’s been… what? Ten years or so? Glad to see you’re doing better than the last time we crossed paths.
Cullen: No.
Alistair: No? You’re not doing better?
Cullen: No, I mean… I don’t… I would rather not talk about Kinloch.
Alistair: Oh.
Cullen: Sorry. I just-
Alistair: No, you’re right. That was a bit of an asinine thing to bring up, huh?
Cullen: The night your companion arrived at Ferelden’s Circle was easily the worst of my life. I was… not in my right mind.
Alistair: Right. Sorry. Shouldn’t have… You know what? Forget I said anything.

Cullen: Maker, you’re joking.
Alistair: Honest truth of Andraste.
Cullen: It talked? And moved?!
Alistair: Yep. Quite fond of moving, actually. And crushing things. Big fan of crushing things. Birds, especially.
Cullen: And it was conscious the whole time? Watching us?
Alistair: That’s what Shale said. It’s name is Shale, by the way. Did I already mention that?
Cullen: Shale… Maker, I used to climb that thing when I was a boy.
Alistair: Awkward. Probably means Shale was the first woman you ever mounted.
Cullen: What?
Alistair: (laughs) Oh, if only you could see your face right now.

Alistair: Is it just me, or did I do really miserably in that last fight?
Cullen: It’s not just you.
Alistair: (sarcastically) Oh ha ha.
Cullen: Are you injured?
Alistair: No. Just my shoulder. Eventually it will let me know if I can lift my arm above my head again. 
Cullen: Your shield form needs correcting, then. You shouldn’t be feeling it in your shoulder unless you were bracing it into your body. You should hold it higher so the force of the blow lands on your forearm-
Alistair: Ugh. You sound like the Ser Rowald.
Cullen: Who?
Alistair: The Templar I trained under. Or, one of them, anyway. Hold your shield up, Alistair. Stop leaving your side open, Alistair. Don’t block things with your face, Alistair.
Cullen: Maybe you should have listened to him.
Alistair: Well, I’ve made it this far, haven’t I? And I’ve still got a pretty face to show for it. Take that, Rowald.

Cullen: You left the order before taking your vows?
Alistair: I didn’t leave so much as I was recruited. Duncan… the Warden-Commander… he visited the monastery in Bournshire where I was in training. The grand cleric put on a heck of a show for him - paraded us around, made us fight one another. The boy I was paired with, Ferrald - he was older than me. Already knighted. I know for a fact they put me against him to let him show off and he made good on it - all but wiped the floor with me. (chuckles) I would have paid good coin to see the look on the grand cleric’s face when Duncan said he wanted me for the Wardens. Apparently he tried to forbid it until Duncan invoked the Right of Conscription.
Cullen: He must have really had his mind set on you. Did he ever tell you why?
Alistair: No. Not really, anyway. (quieter) I wish I still had the chance to ask him.

Cullen: Do you regret it?
Alistair: Well that’s a good conversation starter. Lots of things I regret… like going back for a second cheese pie at lunch. My stomach’s not too happy with that choice.
Cullen: I meant your conscription. Being forced to serve the Wardens.
Alistair: Oh Maker, no. I never wanted to be a Templar. I was handed off to them because a certain someone wanted the local bastard to be a bit more out of sight, out of mind - if you catch my meaning. I hated it. Once I witnessed my first Harrowing… that sort of sealed the deal for me. I didn’t ever want to be put in that position again.
Cullen: I take it the mage didn’t survive?
Alistair: That’s usually what happens when you’re forced to run them through with a sword.
Cullen: I’m… sorry.
Alistair: It’s probably easier, if you go into it truly believing you’re doing the right thing.
Cullen: Speaking from experience - it shouldn’t ever be easy. If it is, then you have a far greater problem on your hands.

Alistair: Are you feeling alright? You look a bit green in the gills.
Cullen: I’ll be fine.
Alistair: Withdrawal getting to you again? I remember feeling certain… urges, when I stopped taking it. But I didn’t use lyrium long enough for the addiction to set in. Only a few doses in training.
Cullen: Consider yourself lucky, then.

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In the Heat of the Moment (M)

Originally, I didn’t write this for a request. But as I went through my list, I realized that it did fit one, so it’s getting posted early! This is for @spiritemofashion, who reblogged my first smut and asked for a Yixing or Kyungsoo smut. I hope it meets your expectations! ^^

Genre: X Reader, smut, werewolf AU (does not relate to Blood for Blood)

Member(s): Yixing 

POV: 2nd Person

Warning(s): Swearing, cringy dirty talk, and of course, it’s smut, so…you know ;)

Summary: Your very lovely boyfriend has been in an unlovely mood lately. I wonder why…?

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

The morning light filtered through the window, giving the room an ethereal glow. Your eyelids fluttered open, but not because of the light, or the chirping of birds outside your window. Not because of your alarm, which isn’t supposed to go off today anyway, since it’s a Sunday. No, you woke up because of a certain someone who was rutting his hips against your behind.

You could hear his soft whimpers, his breathing uneven. You were used to hearing your boyfriend’s snores at this time of the morning, so the fact that he was panting instead was kind of concerning.

Carefully, you tried to turn your body to face him without waking him. It wasn’t an easy task, considering that his arms were coiled around you, holding you in place. You managed to swivel around, his warm breath now tickling your cheeks. His hips continued to buck against you, and you could clearly feel his heated erection, even through the layers of clothes separating your bodies. He let out a low whine, his arms tightening around you and pulling you closer to his chest.

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Is that a dare?

Oh, well, it isn’t my birthday for 3 hours now, but I’m also gifting myself this. I don’t know if it fits in any of the think outside the love square prompts or so, but anyway. I had this idea before falling asleep yesterday lol.

“Bourgeois, I have a dare for you!”

 Chloé looked up, entirely unimpressed. Another day, another bunch of useless dares from Kim. As if she had nothing better to do. “Sabrina, does my schedule allows time for idiotic dares proposed by a huge piece of meat who apparently isn’t aware blood orange sweaters are so last season?”

 Sabrina shook her head. “Absolutely not, Chloé.”

 Chloé returned her attention to her magazine, but Kim was still there, hulking. When Chloé looked up he was smirking.

 “Buzz off.” she ordered gesturing with her hand.

 “Oh, the might Chloé Bourgeois is afraid.” Kim said loud enough for the whole class to hear and even some people in the hall. Chloé lowered her magazine, a dangerous glint in her eyes.

 “That’s ridiculously untrue.” she argued.

 Kim’s smirk was still in place. “Well, this dare is so on point, you’d never do it. Under any circumstances.”

 Chloé glared up at him. “Oh, really? Bring it on!”

 Kim crossed his arms and straightened his back. “I dare you to kiss Marinette.”

“Excuse me?” two offended voices echoed together.

“Exactly what you heard. You lost, because you won’t do it.”

“Listen here, you donkey ass.” Chloé ordered, getting out of her seat. “I’d kiss anybody in this damn room, before I kiss her. Hell, I’d kiss a frog before I kiss her.”

“But the dare is to kiss, Marinette, not somebody else and certainly not a frog. So you lose.”

Chloé glared intensely. She didn’t like the word lose. But she wasn’t exactly fancying the idea of kissing Marinette Dupain-Cheng and giving a boost to her ego. She already thought she was so beautiful with those blue eyes and those glossy lips and ugh.

“Thanks for asking for my opinion on the matter, Kim.” Marinette said sarcastically.

“You know, this makes two losers. You won’t kiss Chloé either! Haha, who would have guessed you two are such chickens.”

 Both girls glared at Kim.

“Please, as if I’d kiss anybody like Dupain-Cheng.” Chloé snorted crossing her arms. “The only thing she probably kisses was the air in one of her daydreams.”

 A chorus of ‘Ohhhhhs’ echoed through the class. Marinette glared at the blonde and got up.

“Oh, really Chloé? I’d let you know I kissed real people, unlike you.” she strutted to where Chloé was standing, head held high. “Did you kiss anybody besides your own reflection?”

 Another chorus of ‘Ohhhhh’s echoed through the class. When Marinette and Chloé had a showdown the tension in the air could be cut with a knife.

 (It was sexual tension, but the two of them still didn’t catch on that.)

 “I kissed lots of people, I can kiss one billion times better than you.” Chloé barked.

 Marinette rolled her eyes and snorted. “Sure you can, cherie.”

 Never in her life had Chloé been so irked by sarcasm. “Bite me, Dupain-Cheng.”

 But before Marinette could answer, Chloé grabbed her shirt and pulled her into a kiss. Now, no matter what anybody says, Chloé was not an aggressive kisser. Not on first kisses with someone anyway. But this time? She didn’t even bother with the idea of being gentle, she went full tongue kiss. Marinette growled against her lips, wrapping her arms around Chloé’s waist, spinning them around. Marinette bit Chloé‘s bottom lip, making her her groan in her mouth. Deepening the kiss again, Chloé reached for Marinette’s hair pulling it out of the pigtails and letting the hairties fall to the ground. She felt Marinette’s hands gripping her tighter and digging in her jacket.

“This is how you want to play then…”Marinette growled against her mouth, licking her lips before grabbing the sides of her shirt and starting to push her backwards.

Chloé  knew was that she was hoisted up and pushed against a wall. Marinette pushed her legs apart, gripping her thighs hard enough to bruise while never breaking the kiss. It was intense, but Chloé would be damned if she would give her upper hand. Biting her tongue, Chloé reached for Marinette’s hair and pulled at it forcing her to lean her head in such a way that would give Chloé better access. Damn Marinette Dupain-Cheng and her amazing kissing abilities and her lips that tasted so sweet. It almost made her consider kissing Marinette whenever she had a craving for sweets. She would make a good alternative. An amazing one, actually. And even if she would say the opposite, Chloé loved the way Marinette could easily hoist her up and how good their bodies felt pressed against each other and how soft Marinette’s hair felt in between her fingers.

Chloé really didn’t appreciate the moment when they broke the kiss and Marinette put her down. They were both breathing heavily, their hair a mess (and for once Chloé didn’t mind) and simply not being able to take their eyes off each other. They were both aware their classmates were looking at them with their jaws on the floor, but personally, Chloé couldn’t care less and by the look of it, neither did Marinette. Her swollen lips curled in a dangerous smirk and Chloé could easily recognize the look in her eyes.

We should do this more often.

Chloé was down for it.
I Love You - Montgomery x Reader One Shot

One of the main advantages of baseball games being played usually on Friday was possibility of throwing the party right after it – not matter if Liberty High’s team wins or loses. This time wasn’t different. Bryce wasn’t playing that game because of the injury, so party started before most of the baseball team even arrived at his home.

When Montgomery got there his girlfriend Y/N had been there already for over an hour and was after a few drinks.

“Hey, babe”, he came up to her, put his arm around her waist and leaned in for a quick kiss.

“Hey”, she smiled at him. “Mister Jack Daniels was keeping me a company while I was waiting for you”, Y/N pointed at red cup in her hand.

“AND THEEERE HE IS, THE MAN OF THE GAME”, before Monty could even answer, Bryce and other jock came up to them, put their arms around his shoulders and took him from Y/N.

“It’s okay, go”, she smiled when Monty looked at her with apologizing look in his eyes.

Y/N was used to it. Even though Bryce was the captain, Montgomery and Jeff were real stars of the team and after each game there was bunch of people who wanted to talk to both of them and congratulate them, so she was always standing in the back, waiting for Monty, which didn’t really bothered her. She didn’t like being in the spotlight, it was Monty’s thing.

Monty on the other hand didn’t really care about talking to all those people. He liked attention – sure, it has always been that way, but something has changed it him since he started dating Y/N. He much preferred spending time with her, whether on party or in his bedroom binge watching Netflix than talking to jocks and all cheerleaders who only wished to be in Y/N’s place.  

Time passed, he was just finishing his beer pong round when he, and many other people, heard hiccup. Very loud hiccup. He turned around to see it was coming from Y/N who was talking to Sheri.

“Do this last one for me, I got something to do”, he handed the ball to Zach and went towards Y/N.

“Come on, you could use some water, huh?”, he asked her and took red cup out of her hand. “Thanks for keeping an eye on her, Sheri”.

“It’s okay, Monty”, girl smiled and went to watch new beer pong round.

Y/N could barely even stood on her own feet, not even mentioning walking. Monty went with her to the living room, where he made her sit on the couch.

“I’ll be back in a second”, he rushed to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water. “Here, drink it”, he opened it and made Y/N make a sip.

“There’s no alcohol in it”, she said clearly unimpressed.

“Cause you definitely don’t need more”, Monty laughed.

Y/N’s phone buzzed in his pocket – which was place where it always was during the parties.

“Shit”, he said as he saw who was calling. “Wait here”.

He quickly rushed to first empty room and picked up the phone.

“Hi, Mrs Y/L/N, it’s Montgomery”.

“Hi, Monty. Is there Y/N anywhere near you?”, Y/N’s mum asked.

“She’s in bathroom. With Sheri”, he lied quickly as Y/N definitely wasn’t in condition that allowed her to talk to her mum.

“And which of them had to get to the bathroom?”.

“Sheri. Some guy drama and all that stuff”.

“I see”, Y/N’s mum laughed. “Listen, I just wanted to ask if Y/N is staying at your place after party or is coming home. She left her keys, so I don’t know if I should keep the doors opened for  night”.

“She can stay at my place. I mean… It’s safer. And you don’t have to sleep with door unlocked”, Monty said.

“Yeah, right”, she chuckled. “Okay, have fun kids, just please, don’t make little Montys, okay?”

“Okay, Mrs. Y/L/N”, Monty smiled.

As much as he was a little afraid of Y/N’s dad, he felt like her mum really liked him and he was really hoping that she was able to realize even a little bit of how important her daughter was for him.

He ended the call and left the room. Y/N was sitting on the couch, red cup was back in her hand.

“Baaabeee”, he moaned as he kneeled in front of her. “You really had enough”, he took a cup from her.

“Babe?”, she looked at him confused. “What else do you think you can call me?”

“Honestly, I can call you whatever I want”, he left quick kiss on her lips.

“Oooo, boy, you’re in trouble”, she slowly shook her head.

“Why?”, now he was confused.

“If my boyfriend see this, he’ll kick your ass”, she whispered into his ear.

Monty bit his lip trying not to laugh.

God, she’s so wasted, he thought.

“So I probably shouldn’t do that?”, he asked putting some hair from her face behind her ear.

“Dude, seriously”, she said with serious face. “Don’t even try your pick up lines or anything, because one - Monty will kick your ass, two - I love him so much, that…”

“You love him?”, Monty interrupted her.

They’ve been a couple for some time by now but neither of them had said three magic words again yet. Until now.

“Duh, yeah”, she rolled her eyes. “I mean, he still can be a dick to everyone except me but for me he’s the best boyfriend I could ask for”, she was talking slower and slower and put het forehead on Monty’s shoulder.

“You wanna go home?”, he asked. “With Monty of course”.

Y/N nodded her head.

“Wait here”.

Y/N made herself comfortable on the couch while Montgomery went to asked Jeff to give them a ride home.
Y/N woke up feeling like shit. Headache was killing her and she hadn’t even opened her eyes yet. She remembered, barely, she black out last night, pretty early, and assumed Monty was probably pissed about that. She slowly pened one eye and saw she was in her boyfriend’s room.

“Monty?”, she mumbled.

No response so he wasn’t in the room. She closed her eye again praying for headache to stop. Few minutes later she opened the eye again when she heard door opening.

“Look who woke up”, Monty smiled. “Good morning, princess”, he sat on bed next to her and handed her a huge cup of water with aspirin.

“Hi”,  she smiled weakly and drank everything at once almost.

Monty took her spare hand, tangled his fingers with hers while looking at her with puppy eyes.

“Aren’t you supposed to be mad at me or something?”, she asked.

“Why would I be mad?”

“Because I got wasted last night, black out and you couldn’t enojy the party because you had to take care of me?”, she said stroking his hand with her thumb.

“Jesus, you’re so silly”, he laughed and hide his face in the crook of her neck.

“Should I thank you or what?”, Y/N asked confused.

“If I had to choose between you and taking care of you versus anything else, I’d always choose you. you know that?”. he looked up at her with dreamy eyes. 

“Monty, did I say or do something yesterday that I don’t remember because you’re acting really weird”.

“I just…”, Montgomery took a deep breath. “I love you, Y/N”.

In a second Y/N felt millions of butterflies in her stomach and huge smile showed up on her face. It was the first time Monty confessed his feelings for her and she couldn’t be any happier. 

“I love you too”, she smiled at him.

“Yeah, I know”, he shrugged with a smile.

“Oh really?”, she chuckled.

“You said that last night”.

“What?”, she sat on the bed. 

She was mad at herself for telling it first and not even remembering it. 

“Yesterday, you told me I shouldn’t flirt with you because you have a boyfriend and he’ll kick my ass and that you love him”, Monty said bringing her closer to himself.

“Ugh, I’m so mad!”, Y/N covered her face with blanket. “It wasn’t supposed to happen like that… And I wanted to remember that”, she said angrily.

“Hey, babe”, Monty uncovered her head. “Don’t you think the only thing that matters now is that we both finally grow some ball and spilled it out?”

“You’re right, yeah”, she smiled and started playing with his hair. “Now say it again”

“What?”, Monty acted surprised.

“You know what”.

“No I don’t”.

“Monty”, she punched his arm. 

“Are you trying to hurt me with this funny, small fist?”, he grabbed her hand, unfist it and tangled his fingers with hers. “I love you”, he said looking her in the eyes. 

“And I love you”, she nestled into him while he put his arms around her.

Okay, this is shit, I’m sorry, I’ll do better next time x 



Gifs not mine.

secretlyshycomputer said: Can we have more sassy reader fics I adored the Sherlock one!

A/N: thank you! I love writing these. I decided to do another Sherlock one. This hints a slight Sherlock x reader romance but it depends on how you interpret it. Otherwise, romance is not intended.

Warnings: swearing.

“Hello, my people!” You called from downstairs. You dragged your suitcase through the door. You had decided to take a holiday and now you had returned to your lodgings at 221B.

“Huzzah,” Sherlock groaned and rolled his eyes. “Y/N is back.”

John chuckled. “You love her really.”

“I don’t love, John.”


“What did I miss?” You asked as you entered the flat, your luggage trailing behind you.

“Nothing much,” John said smiling. He stood up and hugged you.

“Well it’s good to be back.”

“Yes, for some people,” Sherlock muttered.

“What’s that, Sherlock?” You replied and put your hand behind your ear. “Sorry, I couldn’t hear you as I was too busy looking for the fucks I give.” John chuckled. A grin formed on your face. “I’m kidding. I’ve missed you.”

“I suppose I’ve missed you,” Sherlock sighed.

“Awe! Bring it in, Sherly!” You walked over to him and hugged him tightly. This received another eye roll from him.

“Y/N, I don’t think physical contact is necessary.”

“Yes it is!” You hugged him tighter which made him very uncomfortable.

“Yes… Well then…” His phone buzzed. He whipped his head around to the direction of his phone, which was laying on the table, however he couldn’t see the screen from where he was. "John! We have a case!“

"Yep!” You said after you let go of him and phone. “Lestrade just sent you a text. Oh! How fun! I’m coming too!”

“You’ve just got home!” John pointed out.

“But I’ve missed this!” You spun around. “Come on, let’s go!”



The detective, the doctor, and their fabulous friend (this was you of course) arrived at the crime scene like the three musketeers. Sherlock lifted up the yellow tape for John and yourself to go under.

“Morning, you lot,” Lestrade said. “Hello, Y/N. How was the holiday?”

“Good,” You replied with a smile. “Glad to be back though.”

“Oh look!” Donovan announced as she walked up. “The bitch is back!”

“Ah!” A smirk formed upon your face and you turned to face you. “One person I haven’t been looking forward to seeing. Still shagging everyman you find?”

“I don’t sleep with everyone. Ugh! You’re so annoying.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault that you’re a fucking whore.”

“Alright!” Lestade announced as John and Sherlock tried to stifle their laughter. “Calm down.”

“Sorry,” You responded. “I just don’t like this constant inhaling exhaling thing she’s got going on.”

“Right, Y/N!” Lestrade threw his arms up in the air. “I hate to have to do this but you have to leave.”


“I can’t have you arguing with Donovan all the time.”




“My boys are back!” You shouted as you heard the door below shut.

“You need to stop arguing with Sally!” John called as he climbed up the stairs after a successful case. “One day, Lestrade will stop you coming to the crime scenes altogether!”

“‘Sally?’ I didn’t realise we were on a first name basis with her.”

“Shorter than Donovan. Easier to say.” John entered the flat after Sherlock.

“You haven’t even unpacked,” Sherlock noted.

“No,” You replied with a smile. “I guess I’m too eager to jump back into the action.”

anonymous asked:

Hiii~ <3 I'm in love with your blog and look it up at least twice a day to see if you have had a new update ^^ You've made your way into my routine <3 (especially with the recent influx of drarry asks <3 <3 OMG you really bring their characters to life) I want to join the bandwagon :) - Who of them is the most ticklish? and did any of them have a stuffed toy that they still might have (*thinks back of fanart with Puff-draco's stuffed dragon)

(Thank you so much! And I apologise for the recent lack of updates. D: ❤️

And as for Draco’s adorable stuffed dragon, Puff, you can see him here and here!)

Draco: What? I didn’t have a stuffed dra–

Harry: Darling, I’ve seen it in your bedroom at the Manor; it’s adorable–

Draco: Th-that’s not mine!

Harry: Right.

Draco: …

Harry: And the only stuffed toy I ever had was a rather ugly teddy bear that Dudley didn’t want. He pulled out both its eyes before he let me have it. *snorts*

Draco: *tight-lipped glare*

Harry: *quickly changing the topic* And this may sound weird, but I’m the only one who can successfully tickle Draco for some reason. 

Draco: *irritably* There’s no need to sound so pleased about it. And you’re just as ticklish.

Harry: Only on the soles of my feet, which is, let’s be real, quite common. Atleast I don’t have ticklish arms!

Draco: I don’t have ticklish arms! It’s– it’s the way you touch me sometimes that makes me– *huffs impatiently* –makes me squirm.

Harry: *leers* A lot of the things I do to you makes you squirm, love. It’s beautiful to watch.

Draco: *clicks tongue* 

Harry: I’ll admit nothing gets you thrashing like a good tickle, though. I mean nothing outside the bedro–

Draco: *loudly* It’s those knobbly fingers of yours, I mean the way you– *scowls and wiggles own fingers* –ugh, just thinking about it– *shifts restlessly in place*

Harry: *slowly reaches out one finger*

Draco: I will snap it like a twig– Harry, I’m serious, don’t you dare– HARRY, NO–!


Summary: After Bucky comes to your aid in a moment of panic you extend an invitation to family dinner. Neither of you could have foreseen how this small act of kindness would alter you, and your life, forever.

Warnings: Mentions of, and a situation set up for, being attacked by a man. Swearing, I can’t NOT.
Word Count: 905
Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Author’s Note: Hello my Freaky Darlings!  This fic has been sitting in my drafts for too long and I feel like I need to post it otherwise I’ll never get the drive to finish.  I’m not sure how many parts it will have, as the story continues to evolve as I explore the Reader.  

The chapters will be released once a week and will be of varying lengths. I’m going for quality over quantity, my dudes.

I had three wonderful people helping and encouraging me, it’s because of them that this is ever getting posted. Thank you @the-pri-experience @tatortot2701 and @bxckytrxsh for your support, you are all so lovely xo

After the shift you’d had at the hospital today, the last thing you wanted to do was stop for groceries. The crowded aisles, the long lines, the unpacking at home; none of these things sounded as good as Netflix and wine. Normally you’d put it off and order delivery but the fact that your entire family would be staying at your house this weekend meant it was a necessity.  God knows how much food your brothers could tuck back…

With a sigh, you pulled into a parking stall and made your way inside the store. It was getting late, your brother Jordan would give you the ‘disappointed face’ if he knew you were running errands alone: his fiancée Karen had been attacked a couple years ago while walking through a parkade after hours. With that thought, you hurriedly weaved through the aisles stocking up on snacks and the basics, like eggs and bread. The store was practically deserted so you were able to navigate around with ease: which was good because holiday hours meant it was closing early. You and another woman were the last two out before they locked the doors.

Night had fallen while you were inside and the parking lot had an ominous feeling about it. You and the other lady gave each other nervous glances and hurriedly made your way to your cars. You were really regretting your lazy morning and wished you had just done the shopping before work.

The other woman only had a few bags and was done well before you, but you were relieved to see that she sat in her car on the phone while you unloaded your full cart. Your nerves had your mind racing, and all the details of Karen’s attack were flooding your brain, amping up your anxiety. The hair on your arms was standing on end and your gut was telling you to hustle. Before you could finish packing the trunk and return your cart, the other shopper finished her phone call and started to drive away.

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Secret Identities

Peter Parker x Reader

Request- Hi! Can you do a Spiderman x reader fic where the reader and Spiderman are best friends, but the reader is also Spiderman’s rival? And then they both find out about it? Thank you so much!!! I love your blog :D

Warnings- language but what else is new

A/n- anon didn’t specify what kind of power they wanted the reader to have, so i just gave them telepathy and teleportation, hope thats ok!  Hope you enjoy!


You sat at the edge of the building, looking down at the city below. The cool wind blew, causing a shiver to run up your back as you focused all your energy into listening. You could hear the thoughts of every person in the city, just for a fleeting moment, barely registering in your mind before they were gone and the next one came. Nothing so far had caught your attention, until you suddenly heard the frantic thoughts of a woman who sounded like she was getting mugged. You were there in an instant.

Before you, there indeed was a woman being robbed, along with two men, one collecting her things and the other pointing a gun at her.

“Hey!” You shouted, but there was another voice mixed in there shouting at the same time, and looking over your shoulder to the roof above you, you saw none other than Spiderman.

“Hell no.” You muttered, before teleporthing across the street to the woman. You grabbed the man who was holding the gun and spun him around to punch him, only for your raised fist to get yanked back, bringing you along with it. You spun around from the force and nearly fell to the ground. Letting out a growl of irritation, you pulled off the string of sticky webbing stuck to your hand.

“You asshole! I was here first!” You shouted at the man in the red suit as you punched the other man who now had one of his hands webbed to the wall, but was thrusting at you with his knife. The woman had taken her things and fled the scene, and the man with the gun had managed to escape when you had been distracted.

“I don’t think so. Now just teleport away and let the professionals handle this.” He retorted as he dodged a kick from you while dodging the knife from the man.

“You always do this, and I know you do it just to make me mad.” you grunted, finally managing to knock the knife out of his hand you tried to keep him still so Spiderman could web him to the wall, when he shook you off and hit you straight in the jaw.

“Now that’s no way to treat a lady,” Spiderman said webbing his hand and both feet to the wall, “But lucky for you, it’s just her.”

You glared at him, wiping the blood from your mouth as you stood up, “I would have been fine if you hadn’t distracted me.” You growled. You didn’t have to read his mind to know that he thought you were weak, in fact, you never read his mind. Regardless of your less than friendly feelings towards each other, you respected his privacy. You also didn’t really care who he was, though when you had first met him, you had thought his voice was kinda familiar… But, you and Spiderman had never gotten along. Not since the first moment he had webbed you up thinking you where the bad guy, and thus let the real bad guy escape.

“Sure, that’s your problem.” He said sarcastically.

Clenching your jaw, you narrowed your eyes at him from behind your mask, “You are such a dick. I pity the people that have to spend more than five minutes with you.” You spat, turning to leave when suddenly you felt his webbing on your arm and you were being yanked to his side, nearly falling over from the force. Letting you a yelp, your mind registered the gun shot that had just rang out, and you saw the bullet had just grazed your arm. You were almost shot in the chest.

You looked up at the masked man before you, neither of you saying a word, before you clenched your jaw and teleported away.


You woke up the next morning to someone knocking at your door. Your head was pounding and your arm hurt from where the bullet had hit last night, so you answered just to get the noise to stop, “What?”

“Peter’s here. Should I have him wait downstairs?” Your mom called.

“Ugh, no, just send him up.” You yelled back, rolling onto your stomach to hide your face in the pillow. In your moms thoughts, you could hear here thinking about how your room better not be dirty, and you better be dressed. Luckily, both those things were true.

A minute later, there was another knock before Peter let himself in, “Hey sleepy head. You know its nearly noon?”

You smiled sleepily at the boy before you, also know as Peter Parker, also known as you best friend. You two had been friends since the start of high school, when you both happen to be late to the same class and were pared up as partners for the whole year.

“Ya, I know. I’m tired I was up super late last night.”

“Tell me about it, me too.” He said, sitting on the end of your bed, “But now it’s time to get up cause there’s this new game out that I want and we are gonna go buy it.”

“You say it like I don’t enjoy video game shopping with you.” You laughed, sitting up.

He laughed at your bed head and left you to get dressed. In your closet hidden under a pile of various crap, was your suit and mask. Luckily it was black, so you couldn’t see the blood on the arm, but you were not looking forward to having to sew it up tonight. The wound on your arm, while not too deep, still hurt. You couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened last night. Your relationship with Spiderman was complicated to say the least. You two hated each other, yet he had still saved you. That of course got you thinking, if the roles were reversed, would you save him?

“(Y/n) hurry up!” Peter shouted from downstairs.

Shaking the thoughts of your night job out of your mind, you got ready and met Peter downstairs.

“Took you long enough,” he chuckled and the two of you stepped outside and began the walk to the mall, “So what kept you up all night?” He asked.

“You know, the usual, clubbing, bar hopping, meeting up with random guys.” you stopped at a cross walk and pressed the button.

“Wow, and all I did was homework.”

Hooking you arm through his as to not get separated in the downtown crowd, you two laughed. Letting out a small sigh, you leaned into your best friend, smiling. You loved what you did at night, and felt a great deal of pride in helping out those who were in danger, but nothing could compare to the little moments like these with your best friend.


“Mom! Where did you put my sewing kit?” You shouted, looking through the drawers of your bathroom.

“Why?” She yelled back.

“Cause I need it!”

“What for?” 

“Mom I swear I’m going to lose it if you don’t-” You suddenly froze, the sound of the tv catching your attention.

“Tension is high this evening as an unknown robber is holding a group of bystanders hostage in a bank. It had been reported that he is armed with multiple weapons including some type of bomb.”

Grabbing your suit and mask, you pulled it on, “Mom! I’m going out!” Then you were gone.

Reappearing behind the bank, you listened in. You could hear terrified thoughts of the hostages and the rushed, almost panicked rambling of a guy who was clearly the robber. 

You soundlessly entered the bank. The hostages were huddled in a group while the robber filled bags with money from the vault, his back towards you.

Quickly you began to teleport the hostages out of the building, it was easier than you expected as the robber was not paying attention. You were down to the last two when you heard the voice of the guy you wanted to see least at this moment, alerting the robber of your presence

“Wow, you must be really oblivious to loose a whole group of people without even noticing.”

You stood up from your crouched position, “What the fuck dude!” 

Before the robber could even aim his gun, it was pulled out of his hand with webbing. 

Rolling your eyes and not bothering to stick around to hear his stupid comment, you took the last two and let them go on the street. You turned, ready to go home and continue your hunt for the sewing kit, when you heard one last thought in your mind. 

Well, if I’m gonna go down, I might as well take the Spiderman with me.

You could see the images being played out in his mind, and without hesitation, you reappeared in the bank, grabbed Spiderman by his waist before teleporting out. You barely made it into the street before the building blew up, throwing you both to the ground.

You were stunned, lying face first on the concrete. Your head pounded and your whole body ached. Coughing and groaning, you rolled onto your back. The whole street was filled with smoke, and you could see the bank was up in flames.

To your left was Spiderman, also lying still on his back, but you could see his chest rising and falling.

“Hey,” you huffed, “Are you conscious?” 

“Ya, just a little internal bleeding, that’s all.” 

Despite the circumstances, you smiled as he turned to look at you.

But when his masked eyes met yours, you could see him tense up.

You instinctively looked behind you, expecting to see someone there, but there was no one. When you turned back to him, he was sitting up.

“(Y/n)…?” He breathed out.

You gasped, reaching up to find the somehow during the explosion, your mask had fallen off and it lay on the floor a few feet from you, “Oh my god I- wait…you know me?”

Slowly, he reached up and pulled off his own mask.

“Peter…” you stared at each other, through the smoke, sirens in the background. You couldn’t believe it, your best friend, the guy you told everything, they guy you loved, was the same guy you couldn’t stand? Where did this leave you two? 

After a moment, you stood up and he followed, leaning on each other for support.

His hand found yours, and in that moment you both knew that everything would be ok between you two. That nothing would change, and if anything you would come out of this stronger.

“Lets go home.” you mumbled before the two vigilantes disappeared.

So i have a lot of peter parker request but i aint even mad i love him so much ugghhh

anyways thanks for reading


Matty’s tattoos are honestly one of my favorite things about him. They’re so beautiful and yet have such deep meanings. I’ve never found tattoos to be so appealing, but Matty has certainly changed that. These, of course, are just a few of the ones he has.  He has an anchor on his arm along with a cross and a flower on his legs.

Things that I said in my life because I can, Overwatch edition

Friend: *poking me with a thing because he is too bored*
Me: Put that thing away before I ryu ga waga teki wo kurau your face…
Friend: *continue it*
Me:*grabbing my pen and say* Ryujin no ken wo kurae!!!*stabs friends arm with the pen*

Sister: Ugh I need something sweet, I just need something sweet
Me: *just heard it and kick her door* DONT WORRY SIS THE CAVALRY IS HERE *and drop chocolate in her bed*

Mom: It’s breakfast time! *screaming my and my sisters name* COME TO THE KITCHEN ITS 12:00, YOU HAVE TO EAT.
Me:…*looking out of my door* I ͜ʖ ͡°)
Sister: *panic* MOM WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!

Me: I don’t know which character I choose.
Friend: Oh then I choose HanDso.
Me: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) *choosing Mccree*
Friend: Why did you do that…
Me: Because I can HAnd me the SOap
Friend: No way I swing the McHanzo way nah-ah *chose Winston*
Me: *friends name* You fucking furry…

Me:Why everyone hates Mei? I dont understand… 
*later that day*

Me: *choses Reaper and says in every new match* Dad walks among you! *and only I understand because most players says:YOU ARE NOT MY DAD!*

Me: *screaming in my room, and my sister knows I am a McHanzo fan* BWAHAHA I KILLED MY BOYFRIEND!
Sister: *sighs* You playing Hanzo again? Poor McCree…

Me: *after killing someone with widow* Au revoir scrub!

My Word is My Bond

Part Two

Originally posted by greatestgifsofalltime

Pairings: Jughead x reader, Sabrina x reader (platonic)

Summary: The reader comes to the end of a long day dealing with the effects of Sabrina’s spell. She is determined to guard her secret, but the truth cannot remain hidden forever, especially when it can’t be buried with lies.

Warnings: angst

Part One

Do you know how difficult it is to write a book report when you can’t lie? Especially when the book is Catcher in the Rye and you hate Holden Caulfield with a burning passion. On top of that, my phone has been ringing off the hook. I’m really regretting setting Sabrina’s ringtone on my phone to I Put a Spell On You by Screamin’ Jay Hawkins; after today, that song will never leave my subconscious. I’m about to snap my pen in half when the doorbell rings.

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Love Letters- Hansol (Vernon) Fluff (Highschool!AU

Originally posted by carol12lopes-blog

Request: Hi! Can you do an imagine where the reader is extremely shy and so is hansol but they manage to talk through notes. Soon they start gaining confidence and talk to each other more and they notice they like each other. Can it be a highschool au as well?? Sorry if this is too vague!

Word Count:1154

Member/Group: Hansol of SEVENTEEN

Summary: ‘Whenever I see you, I can’t ever speak, so I wrote it down instead.’

A/N: I am having an amazing day and I just had to write! I mean, I actually got asked to a dance at my school by a boy that I’ve known for a while and now I’m just a bit jumpy I guess.

Author: seventeen-central’s Admin Cloud (I’m going to begin signing all my imagines to avoid confusion!)

 “Hello, students. Bring out your journals, today we will be writing short stories.” Mrs. Park finished writing the assignment on the board before going to enter grades into her computer.

 You quickly turned your seat to look behind you at the boy you had become well acquainted with over the school year. His dark, hazelnut eyes glanced up as a smile played on his lips. A warm, pink blush tinted your cheeks before you gathered your things. Without Mrs. Park even noticing, you tip toed and slid into the empty seat next to the quiet boy.

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Roman Reigns - First Impressions

Roman Reigns - You were doing the whole ‘unstable’ gimmick with Jon Moxley in CZW when you were wrestling together. Now you’re coming to the WWE and Dean introduces you to his best pal. 

Requested by - Anon 

Warnings - Swearing

Word Count - 1073 Words.

Originally posted by thearchitectwwe

*Your POV*

Finally, I thought as I stood in front of the doors to the performance centre of my long awaited destiny; the WWE For a large majority of my wrestling career I had wrestled for a famous; or should I say - infamous independent circuit. Combat Zone Wrestling, or CZW. Over the many years I had been their resident crazy woman I had seen many now WWE superstars come and go, regarding the likes of: Kevin Owens, Luke Harper, Sami Zayn and my then partner in crime and best friend Jon Moxley - better known now as Dean Ambrose. You see Mox and I were always regarded as CZW’s very favourite unstable, sadistic and crazy couple - although we were never together. He was much more like my older brother, always looking out for me and pulling me out of whatever shit I had gotten myself into. When he left to join the WWE - or FCW as it was at the time and i remained CZW’s crazy lady we had lost touch, most likely due to the hectic schedule he had unknowingly catapulted himself into. But today I got to surprise him and I just couldn’t wait. I took in a big breath as I pushed the heavy door ready to be reunited with my oldest and bestest friend - you see Triple H had arranged for Dean to train with a newbie, except he didn’t tell him that it was me. Boy was he in for one hell of a surprise.

From right across the gym I noticed his muscular frame and signature shaggy hair yet he was standing next to my ultimate man crush - the 6'3, Samoan hunk; Roman Reigns. I could feel a crimson blush already rising on my cheeks and my knees go weak. God I was fan girling like some school girl - you’re a grown ass woman. Pull yourself together woman i scolded myself mentally. I looked back up at the two men and noticed Dean had moved slightly away from Roman - there was my perfect opportunity. I gently placed my bag on the floor and ran towards him jumping on his back, smothering in some sort of bear hug.

“MOXXXXXXXX” I screamed loudly as I hung off of his muscular frame giggling profusely. I felt him tense up in fear, as if he thought some crazy fangirl had found him - but I smirked knowing that he’d recognised my distinct voice and the greeting that was always given during our CZW days. He chuckled reaching behind him to pull me down in front of him - as i saw Roman looking on with a some what amused look.

“Y/N! What the fuck are you doing here, ya crazy bitch?!” Dean questioned enthusiastically pulling me in for a hug.

“Er I am the newbie, dumbass” I shoved his shoulder and flipped my hair in his face. “I finally made it” I smiled up at the brotherly like figure in my life.

“I’m fucking glad ya did kid” he spoke gruffly as he ruffled my hair. I slapped his hands away and tutted at him.

“One, I am not a kid! Two, you fully just fucked up my hair” I feigned annoyance which ultimately just ended up in giggles. My eyes averted away from Dean’s baby blues and were immediately drawn to the chocolate brown eyes of the Samoan hunk who was standing just to the left of me and Dean. I blushed a light shade of pink as I saw him give me a wink. Dean’s rough voice interrupted the impromptu stare off between Roman and I.

“You’ll always be a kid in my eyes” he spoke; once again messing my hair up as I rolled my eyes at my best friend. “Oh shit, I should introduce you two shouldn’t I?” he chuckled. “Roman this is Y/N, Y/N this is Roman” I smiled and craned my next to look up at the god-like human being standing in front of me. God Y/N stop acting like a school girl around him I once again scolded myself.

“Nice to meet you Y/N, I’ve heard a lot of things about your from my boy” his silky smooth voice spoke; effectively turning turning my legs to jelly. He offered his arms out for a hug which I accepted. God he smelt so good. Just as Roman and I pulled away from the hug someones phone bleeped, I turned round to see Dean shooting and annoyed glance at the phone.

“Ugh Sorry Y/N I have to go, Renee just got here and she needs help with Blue - aye Ro give her my number? See ya later kid” he gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before hurriedly leaving the training centre. I once again rolled my eyes at the nickname.

“Guess it’s just us then Babygirl” Roman spoke as he scribbled Dean’s number on a piece of paper before handing me it. The still present crimson smattering upon my cheeks turned a few shades deeper as I registered the new, much more favourable nickname from Roman. I took the bit of paper from his hands and sparks flew through me as our hands made the tiniest slither of contact. “

Thank you, and yeah it is. We may as well do something productive” i laughed going towards my gym bag; that was until Roman’s voice stopped me.

“Hey Y/N, would you uh maybe be interested in going to lunch with me” He spoke nervously rubbing the back of his neck - this time it being his time to blush. I looked up at him and smirked as he bit his lip apprehensively.

“Yeah I would really like that” I spoke shyly, zipping my gym back back up and turning to face him. I saw that all signs of hesitance had been washed away from his features.

“I know a great restaurant about five minutes away” he offered, taking my gym bag from your small hands and leading you out of the door; a hand placed gently on the small of my back. What a gentleman he is.

“Sounds perfect” i smiled sweetly. As we were walking my mind wandered to it’s own thoughts; What a day! I got back in touch with my best friend and now! Now I’m on an unofficial date with The Guy - Roman Reigns. That is what I would call a good day.

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A/N Hey guys!! Roman request finally up. This is in 1st person which is completely different to how i usually write to if the POV changes at any point and i haven’t realised I’m sorry!! But i hope you all like it - oh and i still suck at titles ~ Moxxii

“Hola Mami.”

Requested by an anon. This beautiful man, I just can’t.

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Yu Kwon in enjoyed everything about you. From head to toe. Inside and out. You were just so perfect. It was very obvious he had the biggest crush on you. You could spot it a mile away. Of course you didn’t listen at all when his members were trying to tell about his little crush on you. 

Even their manager saw how Yu Kwon would act around you. It made it worse since you were assigned to him as his makeup artist. 

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Excerpt from my Shifter!Kitty!Tony fic

ugh you guys I am having so much fun writing this! Let me share like, two seconds of Protective Rhodey and hoplessly in love Steve and Bucky.


The Colonel stood to his feet and crossed his arms over his chest. “That’s brings me to my next point. I don’t know what this whole possessive protective thing is you two have going over Tony, but it needs to stop.” His voice hardened. “Tony might be oblivious but the rest of the team is completely aware of how much you two want him. So either do something about it, or back the hell off. Because he does want to share his shifted self with you, but I will not allow it if I think for one second you two serum jacked assholes are going to hurt him or take advantage of him.”

“We wouldn’t ever–” Steve started to object, completely offended, but Rhodes shook his head warningly.

“When you have Tony pressed up against you, purring, trying to get as close as he can because he needs it, you will give him what he needs. If he needs that in cat form so be it. If he trusts you enough to need it in human form, you will give him what he needs. Tony doesn’t think you two want him, thinks you have no interest. So you are either going to prove him right, by backing the hell off, or prove him wrong by being there for him in every possible way he could imagine needing you.”

“I don’t know if Tony wants you in a–” more awkward throat clearing. “–romantic, bonding type way, or if he’s drawn to the amount of protective Alpha shifter vibes you guys give off, but either give him what he needs from you or stay the hell away from him.”

“That won’t be a problem, Colonel.” Bucky said quietly, with a quick glance towards Steve. “If Tony’s willing to share his shifted form with us, of course we will do whatever he needs to keep him comfortable like that.”

“Good.” Rhodes widened his stance a little, his hands dropping down by his side. “Have you boys ever seen my bear?” His voice dropped into a growl that seemed to rumble through the floor. “I stand eight feet tall partial shifted. Do I need to tell you what will happen if I ever hear that you have upset Tony?”

“Nope.” Steve’s blue eyes were wide with respect, and maybe just a bit of fear.

“Good Christ.” Was all Bucky managed, completely intimidated by the unassuming colonel growling at him.

“Good talk boys.”

They both jumped to their feet and saluted automatically as he left, then dropped back onto the couch.

“Did you know Rhodes was a bear?”


They sat in contemplative silence for a minute.

“So. Tony wants us both?” Bucky said hesitantly. “Because that’s what Rhodes said and I–”

“–yeah, I don’t know.” Steve finished. “Maybe cross that bridge when we get to it?”

“So we would be sharing Tony–”

“CROSS THAT BRIDGE WHEN WE GET TO IT!” Steve said even louder, and folded his arms.

“Steve.” Bucky’s voice sounded hoarse. “Can you imagine what he’d feel like between us?”

Fuck me. All Steve could think about was Tony and Bucky in his bed. Rolling around beneath his sheets. So many hands and mouths and bare skin and tongues and–

“I’m going to go take a shower.” He announced and nearly ran from the room.

Not fast enough to miss Bucky’s soft moan, and not quick enough to miss watching his best friend push the heel of his hand over the erection outlined behind his zipper, his head dropping back onto the couch as he groaned louder.

We are in trouble.

Eyes Closed part 2

author’s note: part two of Eyes Closed. happy reading! ☀ also, feedback is very welcomed!

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Toronto, Canada. June 15th, 2021.

A graduation day, year 2019-2021. University of Toronto.

“Lumiére, watch out what you are going to do,” you chanted, clapping your hands cheerfully, for your friend Lucinda Lumiére who was one of the students giving the speech. Also you had to do it too.

“Y/L/N, you are next, my hoe,” she winked seductively, her beautiful brown eyes were sparkling like the brightest stars in the world. Not to forget it that her gorgeous peach-coloured dress fitted perfectly with her shimmering brown skin. You couldn’t stop smiling, you were so in love with her.

She shook hands with the professors and teachers of our university. Lucinda rolled her paper open, taking a real quick deep break and said the last words in this university.

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