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Beanies and Negotiations

Originally posted by juptern

Pairing: Jughead Jones x Reader

Description: Betty and Veronica observe (Y/N) and Jughead’s friendship, Jughead’s signature grey beanie seeming to be a catalyst for the more flirtatious points in their relationship

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,182

A/N: this is my first imagine, feedback is greatly appreciated!

Veronica and Betty sat in a booth at Pop’s, each girl sipping on her own milkshake.  They smiled and laughed as they chatted about random topics, the subject ranging from schoolwork to their friends.  After their giggles died down from joking about Kevin’s antics, the conversation landed on the topic of (Y/N) and Jughead.

“So (Y/N) and Jughead have been friends forever, like you and Archie, right?” Veronica asked.

“Yeah, they’ve been best friends for as long as any of us could remember,” Betty said, smiling.  “They used to chase each other around everywhere. It was so cute.  I remember this one time, we were in first grade and the four of us were playing in Archie’s backyard.  Suddenly, Jughead got down on one knee, took off his beanie, and proposed to (Y/N).”

“No!” Veronica gasped, covering a smile.

“Yes!” Betty giggled. “Archie and I were so shocked, but (Y/N) just smiled and put on the beanie.  She told him, ‘We’re much too young to get married, Juggie.  Ask me again when we’re eighteen and I’ll say yes.’” Veronica laughed and Betty soon joined her.  Once their laughter subsided, Veronica’s wandering eyes found Jughead sitting a few booths away, typing away on his computer.

“Speak of the devil,” she smirked, pointing at him as Betty turned around to look.  He sat by himself, ignorant to the world as he wrote his story.

“I’m surprised (Y/N)’s not with him,” Betty commented as she turned back to face Veronica.  She shrugged.

“I bet you she’ll walk in within the next ten minutes.”

Sure enough, a few minutes later (Y/N) entered the Chock’lit Shoppe.  She stood by the entrance for a minute, her eyes scanning the diner. Finally, she spotted Jughead and walked over to the booth.  Sliding into the same seat as Jughead, she rested her chin on his shoulder.  Betty and Veronica watched as her mouth moved, but they couldn’t hear what she was saying.

“Ugh, I can’t hear them!” Veronica moaned.  Betty nodded.

“Me too.  Maybe we could move a bit closer?” she suggested. “But be subtle about it.”  The girls slowly picked up their milkshake glasses and shifted down a few booths, so now they were within earshot of Jughead and (Y/N). Neither of them seemed to notice.

“It’s very well-written,” (Y/N) commented, her eyes scanning Jughead’s laptop screen.  “Very eloquent and ominous.”  The corners of Jughead’s lips curved upwards, but he didn’t take his eyes off the screen.

“Thanks,” he replied, continuing to type.  Betty and Veronica continued to observe their interactions, watching as Jughead continuously stole (Y/N)’s fries, to which she would reciprocate with a slap on his arm. At one point Jughead became so invested in his story that he completely zoned out, unable to hear (Y/N).

“Juggie,” she pestered him, lightly poking his arm.  “Come on, Jughead.  Earth to Juggie?”  He remained stoic as (Y/N) sighed, leaning back in the seat.  After a moment of thought, she sprung up again.  She smirked as she snatched the beanie off of Jughead’s head and tugged it onto hers.  That seemed to snap him out of his trace, because immediately he slammed his laptop shut and reached out to take it back.  (Y/N) giggled and ran out from their booth, running over to Betty and Veronica.  The two girls shifted so it would appear that they weren’t eavesdropping on their conversation.

“Quick, move,” (Y/N) urged as she squeezed past Betty into the booth.  Jughead slowly approached their table, his eyes never shifting from (Y/N).

“Give it back,” he demanded as he stood right in front of the table.  Betty and Veronica bit their lips in an attempt to keep their giggles at bay.  (Y/N) shook her head.

“Not unless you let me wear it tomorrow,” she bargained.  Jughead scoffed and crossed his arms.

“This isn’t a negotiation,” he told her.  He leaned over to grab it off (Y/N)’s head, but she swatted his arm away.

“This is a negotiation,” she replied, smirking.  “I have something that we both want.  I’m proposing a fair deal to you.  Take it or leave it.”  Jughead released an exasperated sigh as he looked at Betty and Veronica.

“Can either of you please give that back to me?” he pleaded.  The two girls almost missed the slight upward twitch of his lips. Veronica pursed her lips, trying to hide her smile.

“Nope,” she said, popping the ‘p’.  “I think it’s a fair deal.”  Betty shrugged and nodded.

“I agree,” she stated. Jughead let out another frustrated groan and (Y/N) smirked.

“The girls have spoken, Juggie.  Do we have a deal?” she questioned.

“Fine,” Jughead agreed, rolling his eyes.  (Y/N) smirked triumphantly, jumping over the seat and out to stand next to Jughead. He grabbed the beanie off her head and placed it onto his.  A smirk began to creep onto his face.

“You didn’t make me pinky promise,” he taunted before retreating back to their table.  (Y/N) huffed in anger as she stomped back to their booth, sitting down across from Jughead with her arms crossed.  Betty and Veronica broke down into hysterical laughter.

“Oh my god!” Veronica laughed.  “They’re like an old married couple!”

“Yeah they are,” Betty giggled.  “I still can’t believe they’re just like friends.”  They both shook their heads as they turned their attention back to (Y/N) and Jughead’s booth.  The pair had stood up, Jughead’s laptop tucked under his arm, and they exited the diner.

The next day at school, Betty and Veronica gave (Y/N) confused stares as she roamed the hallways sporting Jughead’s signature grey beanie.  

“That cannot be Jughead’s,” Veronica denied, shutting her locker.  “I mean, there’s no way Jughead would actually give his beanie to her. He never takes that thing off.”  Betty gave her a doubtful look.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if he let her wear it,” Betty replied as they began to walk to the student lounge.  “He’s completely smitten with her.”

“He’s more smitten with his hat,” Veronica joked, both girls laughing.

Their suspicions were confirmed when they spotted Jughead in the lounge, raven locks flowing freely. He wore no beanie.  (Y/N) entered a few minutes later, still wearing Jughead’s beanie.  She smirked as she walked over to him.  Betty and Veronica turned to face them, not-so-subtly attempting to eavesdrop on their conversation.

“Can I please have it back?” they heard Jughead whine.  (Y/N) grinned and shook her head, putting her hands over the beanie in case Jughead tried to snatch it off her head.


“I feel like an idiot without it on,” he complained.  “Everyone’s giving me weird looks.  And normally I don’t mind that, but I’m feeling quite vulnerable and exposed without my beanie.”

“A deal’s a deal, Juggie,” (Y/N) sing-songed, walking over to sit next to Betty on the couch. Jughead muttered under his breath and shook his head, but he followed (Y/N) and leaned against the armrest of the couch. The four friends chatted and laughed together, and Betty and Veronica couldn’t help but notice Jughead’s frequent glances at (Y/N) and the wide smile that never left his face.

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anonymous asked:

128 !!!

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128. Don’t touch me we’re fighting


Petty arguments were common between you and Harry, be it about whether or not you want to watch reruns of the same T.V show, what movie to watch, which bath bomb to use for your nightly bath routine or in this case what you should eat for dinner.

While you preferred to eat Chinese food, Harry wanted pizza which caused you both to argue back and forth until one of you caved in and agreed to compromise. Only this time, it didn’t look like anyone was giving in.

“Harry, we had pizza three days back when we went to that pool party at Nick’s place. I’m tired of pizza. Why can’t we eat Chinese food?” You whined as you sat on one end of the couch, far away from Harry because you knew that once you were near him you would become putty in his hands and cave in to his demands which you didn’t want to.

“You can never have too much pizza, baby. Just give in already.”

You frowned at him as you got up from your place on the couch to walk into the kitchen to get yourself some water. You figured you could both order whatever you wanted, even if it was two separate things but apparently that was not okay with Harry. He didn’t “want to leave leftovers and eat the same thing for the next few days so it’s better you order the same thing.”

You felt his looming presence behind you, feeling it impossible to ignore him but your will was strong. If he was not going to cave in then neither were you. He went to put his hands on your waist when you swatted at them and took a step back moving away from him. He frowned and whined at you, not knowing what was wrong.

“We’re fighting, Harry. Don’t touch me.”

“But whyy? I only want to cuddle.” he pouts his lips in a way that looks so adorable you want nothing more than to kiss him but you can’t cave in. This is how he always wins and he cannot win, not this time.

“Well, I want Chinese and you want pizza. Unless you agree to get Chinese food, don’t touch me.” You reprimand, crossing your arms across your chest and smiling at him in a challenging way.

“If I agree to eat Chinese, will you let me hug you?”

“Well I don’t see why not.”

“Okay, fine I’ll eat Chinese food then. Only because I love you but also cos I’ve wanted to eat it too but didn’t want to give in first.”

You open your arms wide open only to have him walk over, his arms wrapping tightly around your form. 

“Love you too, you know?” You tell him, pressing a kiss against the crown of his head as he smiles.

“Yeah, I know.”


This was pretty crappy so I apologize. It’s 1:30 and I’m tired. I’ll try to finish the rest tomorrow! Love you all,xx

anonymous asked:

I was being harassed on my way home from work at night and there were too many thugs for me to try anything. Guess who cam to my rescue BANE DID. No vigilantes no cops it was all Bane. Thanks you know he's actually nice and a gentleman unless you cross him. Developing a crush someone help me

||Haunted House|| The Pack Imagine

(Reader’s P.O.V)

“This has got to be your dumbest plan yet."I muttered as Stiles, Liam, Scott, Theo, Isaac, and I waited for him to pick lock the front door to an abandoned house.
This abandoned house was known for being haunted, and I didn’t want anything do with it. Stiles had dragged me out of my house and threw me into the jeep.
"Wait a minuet, I can say you kidnapped me because you literally did!"I stated, making Stiles roll his eyes.
”(Y/N) you escaped my grip and grabbed holy water and a cross.“Stiles muttered right before we heard the door unlock.
"Then you walked back into my arms and said, ‘Continue’ and you didn’t fight back anymore. That’s not considered kidnapping anymore."Stiles objected, opening the door for us.
"Damn you and your law knowledge."I muttered as Liam and Scott dragged me into the house.
As soon as we all stepped in, the door instantly shut.
"Fuck, I fucking knew this would happen. I fucking told you guys-”
“(Y/N), Theo closed the door."Stiles spoke up.
"Sometimes I forget how strong I am."Theo shrugged.
I clenched my jaw, sending him a death glare.
"Oh cmon (Y/N), don’t tell me you’re scared of some ghosts-”
“That’s exactly what I’ve been saying this whole time!"I yelled.
"I hate anything supernatural-”
“We’re Supernatural."Scott reminded as he pointed at himself and Liam.
"Ugh you know what I mean, ghost, demons, witches, vampires, zombies-”
“Zombies, you actually believe in zombies?"Theo scoffed.
"If werewolves, banshees, and kitsunes exist why can’t zombies exist?"I asked.
"Because they don’t."Isaac spoke up.
"I’m done explaining myself, let’s just get this whole thing over with."I muttered, sighing.
"Okay we all know the plan, right?"Stiles asked as he handed Liam and Theo a bag.
"Yes."Everyone but I answered.
"Oh right, she was getting her holy water and cross when I explained the plan."Stiles mumbled.
"Liam will fill you in."Stiles stated before he and Scott walked off.
"We’re splitting up? Are you kidding me, that’s like the number one rule of not to do at some place like this!"I yelled.
"Relax (Y/N), you’ll be fine."Isaac reassured me.
"Unless you forgot your cross and holy water in the car."Theo whispered in my ear, making my heart drop.
I rummaged through my pockets to find them missing.
"Stop being an asshole and give them back to her."Liam muttered as he playfully punched Theo.
Theo smirked before dropping my cross and holy water to into my hands.
"Hope Tara’s friends with one of these ghosts so they can help her find you and take you back to hell."I spat making Liam and Isaac’s eyes go wide.
"What’d you say?"Theo asked, walking over to me.
"Woah, woah-”
“You heard me Raeken."I challenged as Liam started to pull me away from him
"You say one more thing about my sister and your boyfriend won’t be able to help you-”
“Theo, don’t."Liam warned.
"Go to hell."I muttered, making him turn to me.
As soon as he raised his claws in the air, a picture frame went flying towards Theo, hitting the back of his head.
"What the hell?"Theo muttered as he rubbed the back of his head.
"Looks like the spirits don’t want you to hurt (Y/N)."Isaac joked.
"Aw that’s sweet."I whispered, making Liam look down at me.
"Try to hit her."Isaac said, making Liam and I glare at him.
"Just to prove a theory."Isaac shrugged.
"Gladly."Theo whispered before swinging at me.
As soon as I ducked, Theo went flying back and was pinned on the wall.
"I was right!"Isaac cheered, proud.
"That’s not good."I whispered.
I grabbed Liam’s hand and started backing away.
"Aaah!"I heard a high pitch scream come from upstairs.
Liam and I ran upstairs to find Scott groaning on the ground as Stiles dropped his back.
"I told you not to sneak up on me Scott."Stiles muttered as he kneeled by his best friend.
"I told you to look before you swing."Scott muttered as he held his head in his hands.
"Scoot McCool taken down by Stiles and his bat."I said, making everyone look at me in confusion.
"That’s his nickname in my contacts, sorry."I apologized.
Scott rose to his feet, still rubbing his head. Stiles walked over to Scott and kissed his head, making Scott slap him away.
"Thank you, that did make me feel better."Scott joked.
The four of us walked downstairs to find Theo still pinned against the wall.
"Hah, amazing."I whispered, earning a glare from him.
"Tell them to let me go (Y/N)."Theo muttered as he wiggled in the air.
"What the hell?"Stiles asked.
"Seems like the spirits like (Y/N) and protected her from Theo."Isaac explained.
"Yeah I kind of like this house."I spoke up.
"Good because I’m ready to leave."Theo said.
I grabbed Theo and pulled him down, and like that he fell to the ground as the invisible force let go of him.
"You’re welcome."I whispered in his ear, smirking.
"Shut up."He hissed.
Theo and I had this love hate relationship, mainly hate though.
As we all started to walk towards the door, the door slammed shut.
"That wasn’t me this time."Theo whispered.
"The spirits don’t want (Y/N) to leave-”
“Fine, spirits you can keep her but let us go!"Theo yelled, making me throw a punch at his face.
"Asshole, you know I’m terrified."I muttered, ready to throw another punch.
Liam grabs my balled up fist before it came in contact with Theo, dragging me away from him. Suddenly Liam was dragged away from me, making me scream.
"They always take stupid ones first."Isaac shrugged.
"They would’ve taken (Y/N) then."Theo objected, making slap the back of his head.
"Hit me one more time and I’ll make an offer to the spirits they won’t resist, ready to spend your whole life here (Y/N)?"Theo threatened.
I was about to lunge at him but Scott grabbed my shirt, pulling me away. Just like Liam, Scott was dragged away which made everyone scream.
"I don’t know about you guys but I’m leaving."I muttered as I grabbed a chair. I threw it towards the windows, but it barely cracked.
Suddenly Theo was dragged away, then Isaac. I grabbed onto Stiles, hoping they wouldn’t take him away.
"This is why I didn’t want to come here in the first place."I said as Stiles and I held onto each other.
"Maybe I should listen to you more often."Stiles muttered.
"No, no, no, (Y/N)!"Stiles screamed as he was dragged away.
"Stiles!"I screamed, chasing after him.
He slid into one of the many rooms of the hallway. I tried to knock down the door but it wouldn’t budge.
I grabbed my holy water and cross, praying silently. Out of nowhere I hear laughing as the pack walks out of the rooms.
"You bastards!"I yelled, realizing they set me up.
"Happy Halloween Eve (Y/N)!"Stiles yelled as he ruffled my hair.
"How did you guys just fly out of the room?"I asked.
"Malia, Kira, Lydia, Mason, and Corey tied us up with rope and pulled us into the rooms."Scott answered.
"I was so close to jumping out of the window!"I yelled, shoving Stiles against the wall.
All of a sudden the door upstairs creaked open.
"Guys quit it, you pranked me already."I spat.
"That wasn’t us…"Malia mumbled.
"Then what was that?"I asked.
We all turned to look upstairs as the door creaked, closing by itself. The stairs started to creak as if someone was walking down them, but everyone was downstairs.
"Run!"I screamed as I started jogging towards the door.
Everyone pushed past each other, dashing out while I waited by the door. I laughed as they all kept running towards their cars.
"That’s they get for dragging me out at night to a haunted house."I muttered, smiling proudly.
"Thanks Alli."I whispered.
Suddenly she appeared right in front of me, with the same outfit she had died in. She let out her famous Allison Argent laugh, showing her pearly whites.
"No problem, little sis."She replied, smiling down at me.
No we weren’t siblings, but she always treated me as if I were her younger sister.
"Tell Lydia I love her and that I’m insanely happy for her that she’s finally with Stiles."Allison spoke up.
"Of course-Alli, Scott told me that he’ll never forget about you. He said you were his first love, you’ll always be in his heart."I said, remembering what Scott had told me.
"Tell him I’m still there, standing by his side as he leads the pack. He just can’t see me, but I’m there."She replied.
"Thank you."I whispered.
"I thought you said to run?"Liam asked as he swung the door open.
"Exactly, what’re we waiting for?"I yelled as I grabbed Liam’s hand.
"Bye Alli."I whispered before winking at her.
"Bye (Y/N)."She whispered back, winking as well.
"What’d you say?"Liam asked he picked me up and started running.
"I said that I hate haunted houses, and to not bring me to another."I answered, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"No more haunted houses.”-

R.I.P Allison Argent, always in our hearts ❤️. Thank you for taking time out of your day to read this and I hope you enjoyed it! Have a wonderful night/day!

The Backside Closed

Pairing: Dean x Reader, with Sam and Cas
Warnings: Smut, anal, language, drinking, going to a strip club, crazy amount of flirting, Dean being a sweetheart one second and an ass the next.

A/N: Written for @notnaturalanahi ANA’S CRACK CHALLENGE # 2 TWSS  EDITION. This is my first attempt at writing crack. I have no earthly idea what I’m doing. I hope you have fun reading this. I hate giving things titles.

Prompt: The backside closed

The sound of a car alarm woke you from your hazy drunken sleep. The spot next to you was empty, Sam must have gone for a run. You and Dean had gotten drunk together last night at a bar because you both had convinced Sam to let you guys have a couple of days off but instead of sleeping next to your best friend like normal, you had to sleep next to Sam.
Dean had literally past out on the bed diagonally with his arms and legs completely taking up the full expanse of the bed. You tried to move his heavy ass, unfortunately when he was like this he was an immoveable rock of muscle and bones. You made sure Dean’s boots were taken off before you passed out yourself.
Sam was like a personal space heater, which is great for the winter but it was the dead of summer and the AC at this motel was shit plus he would often times ended up kicking you during the night. Dean was nothing like Sam, sure he was warm but never hot and sweaty. Dean also laid pretty still at night unless he had a nightmare then he would pull you in close and spoon you all night. He had become your rock in this world and sure you had a slight crush on the man but everytime you thought about making it more you decided that it would be better off if it just stayed the same.
You turned your head expecting to see Dean still asleep in the other bed. Surprised, you noticed that not only was he gone but his bed was made. Maybe he left to get some breakfast. God, you hoped he brought back some aspirin, your head was splitting open. You wallowed on your stomach in a sea of self-pity for a few moments until the door opened allowing for a flood of bright light to pour in the room only making your head ache worse. Once your eyes adjusted, you saw the most wonderful sight, Dean’s amazing smile with a bag of food and coffee for all of you.

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Three years have passed

A/N: Hey everyone! This is my first fanfiction, it’s based on my doujinshi. I’m not a really good writer but I’ll try my best since I’m going to delete the previous pages of the doujin. But this is basically what happens. Tell me if you like it or not. If I should keep writing the story or just give up. Also, feel free to give me any recommendations and suggestions.

Anime: Fairy Tail

Couple: Gajevy

Rated: T (Language)

Genres: Romance, Hurt/Comfort

Status: On going

Summary: Tired of being “the damsel in distress”, Levy left the guild without telling anyone except Master Makarov. She spent three years far away from Magnolia learning new spells to improve her skills. But finally, is time to return home. What’s that strange magic she learn?

Chapter One: Returning Home

Magnolia’s most famous guild was no longer as cheerful as it was three years ago. Even if it still was noisy the environment inside was different. They have maintained the title of the strongest guild in Fiore. But there was some sort of emptiness in their hearts. The smartest comrade they had left without saying a word to her guild mates. The happiness she transmitted was very contagious. Especially to the ones who made cheers for her when things get difficult. But that emptiness was about to be filled again. It was time for the young girl to come home.

Long messy hair moving side to side as she walked, wearing a perfect red crop top that contrast with the blue color of her hair. In both arms she had white finger-less long gloves and shorts that exposed the delicate skin of her legs. As she was passing through the streets lots of the residents stare at her. But it wasn’t a bad thing, they were surprised of how she looks. It wasn’t a bit similar to her old style.

Levy McGarden, a beautiful and intelligent Fairy Tail member was making her way to the guild. Nerves were taking a toll on her, leaving her split between eagerness to return to the happy memories and sudden anxiety of facing the others. Standing outside of the guild, she let out a long sighed she was holding and murmured. “It’s time to come home”. She opened the doors softly and slipped inside quietly. She looked for her favorite spot, and there he was. The wisest exceed she had ever met and learned to love. Making her way to the table she stopped right behind him and bent over.

“Long time no see…Pantherlily”

Levy. Lily thought as he turned around and saw her with a bright smile and her arm stretched out.

“I missed you so much” She said. Her lovely eyes looking directly at his. She grabbed him and give him hug, squeezing the Exceed happily.

“L-L-Levy I can barely breathe,” Said a purplish Pantherlily.

“Oh! I’m so sorry Lily,” She offered him an apology as she moved him to the top of a table.

A pink hair mage noticed the presence and recognize the scent of his childhood friend. He smiled and whispered to his partner, “Hey Luce, I think today is your lucky day.”

“Huh? What do you mean, Natsu? The celestial spirit mage replied. He pointed to the blue-haired girl.

“It’s that Levy-chan?! Is it really you?!” The excited young blonde shout from the other side of the guild.

Levy’s eyes followed the source of Lucy’s voice. She ran and hug the busty girl, making them to fall on the flat ground.

“Lucy? Oh my! You look so gorgeous. How you’ve been?” Levy cried.

Lucy laughed. “You too, also, what’s with the tough look? You sure look more confident and stronger.”

“LEVY LOOKS SO BEAUTIFUL!” Jet and Droy said in unison with hearts on their eyes.

Smiling at the heart whelming scene, Lily flew to the entrance of the guild. “I guess this is the perfect chance to get out of here and tell Gajeel the big news.” And with that last statement he left the noisy guild.

At the outskirts of Magnolia, the iron dragon slayer was munching some metal while watching the view of the whole town. He felt the presence of his exceed coming from behind him. “What do you want Lil’? Did you pick up a job or what? I’m getting tired of bein’ here doing shit.” He tossed away a few scraps.

“Well, let’s say that won’t be a problem anymore,“ said Pantherlily cryptically.

Gajeel turned his head and giving Lily a confused look. He stated: “What the hell are you talking about? Somethin’ hit you while your way back here?” And then he noticed something was off. He sniffed the environment and the strange smell was coming from Lily’s direction. He walked over to the exceed and grabbed him.

“Hey, put me down you creep!” Lily said uncomfortably.

Gajeel kept sniffing. “You smell different! It’s like your scent is overshadowed by another.”

“Familiar isn’t it?” Lily smirked.

Wait a minute. His eyes widened as realization hit him hard.

Lily nodded, confirming his suspicions. “What you’re thinking it’s the correct answer.” He paused. “She’s back and looks very different.”

Gajeel turned his back to Lily. Looked at the full view of Magnolia as he said desperately. “Levy?! Where is she?”

“At the guild, isn’t that obvious. Thought you were smarter.” Lily mocked. “I have to admit that she almost most suffocated me with that killing hug.” He paused as he saw Gajeel still as a statue. “Maybe if you start walking you might have a chance to catch her. So, what do you want to do?”

Gajeel looked over the shoulder. “Just like you said. Isn’t that obvious?”

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Worth The Wait

Summary: Jensen plans on cooking dinner for the reader on Christmas Eve. But she has plans of her own.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 2,470

Christmas Request by: @atc74

“Hi sexy.” Your boyfriend whispers into your ear when you hug him hello.

“Hey.” You giggle as he tightens his arms around you making it hard to move.

“Jay! I wanna go see my baby!” Jensen finally releases you from his grip then he follows you down the hall.

“There he is!” You squeal running into the living room. Jensen’s dog Duke jumps up from his bed and he bolts in your direction.

“Such a good little puppy, huh? Yes you are!” You praise scratching behind his ears when he falls to your feet.

“I swear you only date me for my dog.” Jay playfully scoffs as he takes in the scene before him.

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Title: Seek and You Shall Find

Summary: Negan X OC/ you insert.

Authors Note: Yay another story for Ash’s 2K Writing challenge! And this one is a little longer than the first. Story #2 of 2.

Word Count: 2,589

Prompt: Hide and seek.

Warnings: Smut and language.

Tagging: @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash @negans-network

“Where the hell is she?!” you huffed. Arat had told you to hide and hiding you were but was she seeking? You, Simon and Arat often played hide and seek since you had come to the Sanctuary and had a few places that you liked to go to. They had “adopted” you as a sibling in sense and while you were hesitant to get close to people again after being separated from your group, you were thankful to the duo for incorporating you in their reindeer games. And just like siblings, there were arguments but nothing a little distance and head rubs didn’t mend. But by far the best part of being apart of their inner circle was playing this game.

Simon had made up some BS excuse about hiding as a way to be alone and gather your thoughts while Arat was more direct saying it was to skip out on work duty and to goof off for a while. Whatever the true reasons were didn’t matter to you because you loved it and had learned so much about your new surroundings. There were so many nooks and hidden places that one could get lost in. The hidden section behind the garden where the trees hung low which provided the best shade and coverage. The back corner of the library where if you sit on the floor next to the high bookshelf you could be undetected for hours. The basement on the northeast side of the building that you could open the window and get a nice breeze.

But honestly, your favorite was an old utility closet that Simon had found, cleaned and had moved an old sofa in so you guys could close the door and slack off for hours. There was one little window in the closet that didn’t open all the way but it didn’t matter. The three of you would skip work and hide in one of your little spots and talk and laugh for hours. It almost felt normal which you hadn’t felt in so long. Simon would bribe one of the girls in the kitchen with secret promises of romance or whatever and they would give him snacks for your hidden adventures. Arat would bring a few old books that she found on runs and would read them to you and Simon while you munched away on the food and escape the world. You guys were very careful not to get caught because if the Boss ever got wind of what you guys were up to, he’d shut that shit down, no exceptions. Or at least that’s what Simon always says anyway.

You smiled to yourself at the memories in spite of your present annoyance. You were laying down on the sofa with one leg lazily dangling over an arm of the old sofa. You stared up at the ceiling and began to hum an old tune to yourself when you hear a soft thud on the other side of the door. Sitting up slightly, you made out a shadow moving along the bottom of the door and you clapped your hands. The knob began to twist and you relaxed back on the sofa, humming again and ready to make a snide remark about Arat being late.

“It’s about time.” you sang, twisting your foot to the tune of your words.

“You’re fucking right about that.” came the reply. But it wasn’t Arat’s voice you heard. You jumped up off the sofa and nearly hit the wall closest to you. Negan stood in the doorway, a mischievous grin dancing on his lips. He walked in the closet and closed the door behind him, the click of the door making your blood run cold. Well shit you though. He took a step inside which quickly closed the distance between you.

“Um…. I-I-I w-w-w-wasn’t.” you stammered, unable to find a lie fast enough. Negan cocked his head to the side and looked down at you with a quizzical expression.

“What are you trying to say, doll?” He spoke softly and catching you off guard. You bit your bottom lip as words failed you. This was bad. Were you in trouble? Was he going to punish Simon, you and Arat? Had he already done so and that’s why Arat isn’t here? A cold sweat started to form on your forehead and your body began to tremble. Negan maintained eye contact and patiently waited for you to speak.

“I have no idea what to say.” you finally whispered. Negan’s tongue darted out across his lips as he took another step towards you. Your first instinct was to run but there was nowhere to go. He was blocking the only exit and the window didn’t open all the way. There was no where to go on the tiny space so you pressed your body into the wall and prayed it’ll swallow you up. He was so close to you now that you could smell the leather from his jacket.

“You think I didn’t know about your little hiding spot? People usually wait a few months until they get in trouble. But not you. And why’s that?” his brows furrowed as he spoke. His cadence was fascinating and you were trying your best not to stare at his lips. This was the closest you had been to the boss and were honestly mesmerized. When you first arrived, Negan had his eyes on you. He always smiled and went out of his way to be extra nice to you. He showered you with compliments about how you looked, shameless flirted which earned him girlish giggles from you and had even asked you to marry him. But before it could go any further, Simon or Arat would divert his attention and the other would whisk you away on some make believe errand.

But now there was no one here to help and he was staring at you like a predator before going in for the kill. Taking a deep breath, you tried to calm yourself and hopefully not appear as dazed as you felt. Closing your eyes, you gathered your thoughts and tried to focus on being unfazed by him. Just then a thought occurred to you and your eyes flung open.

“Where is Arat?” you managed to ask hoping your voice didn’t betray you. Negan didn’t answer you; insead rose a hand to stroke his beard as he maintained eye contact, his expression unreadable. The silence seem to stretch for years and it only made the panic in you rise. Oh no, what happened to her your mind screamed. Negan finally broke his hypnotizing gaze and looked at the sofa. Making an impressed sound, he sat on the sofa and stretched his arms across the back and let his head fall back against the piece of furniture. You looked down at him with utter confusion; was she ok or not? You had half the mind to kick his foot but thought better of it.

“She’s fine, doll. Look at you. Aren’t you fucking caring. I like that” Negan finally answered, his head still back as he spoke. You stood there awkwardly, shifting from one foot to the other. What is he getting at? Is he flirting right now? I’m not in trouble?

Negan suddenly sat up which startled you, making you jump back and hit the wall behind you again. He chuckled at your anxiousness as his eyes scanned your body. You watched him as his eyes trailed down your body, making you feel self-conscience. He was enjoying this, making you uneasy and you knew it. It was starting to annoy you and shifted again on your feet and placed a hand on your hip. Whatever you got to say, out with it, man!

“Why don’t you marry me?” Negan asked, totally throwing you off-guard. Again. You rolled your eyes and giggled. This again. You felt yourself relax and in that relaxation, nearly forgot who you were talking to because the words came out before you knew it.

“My mama told me to test the car before driving it off the lot.”

As soon as the words left your mouth, you regretted it. Your hand shot to your mouth and your eyes grew wide. Arat did say you had a slick mouth that would ‘cash a check your ass would have to cash’. Guess it’s time to ante up. Negan stared at you in shock before letting out a low bellied laugh. He clapped his hands together slowly.

“Shit, I appreciate a woman who speaks her mind!” he laughed while pointing a finger in your direction. He slid downward on the sofa like he was going to slide onto the floor but stopped midway. He pat his nap and a sly grin formed on his lips as he began to gently rock his hips back and forth.

“Come and ride me then.”

Now it was your turn to stare in shock. Was he serious? Like seriously serious? You couldn’t help but stare down at him with your mouth open as his words played over and over in your mind. Looking at him now with that devilish grin and the way his hips moved ever so slightly was starting to make you think of indecent things. Everything was telling you to say no and walk out the door now that it wasn’t blocked but then what? Half of you wanted this and the other half REALLY wanted this. Guess it’s time to cash that check.

Cocking his head to look at you, Negan spoke up, “Don’t tell me you’re scared of me sweetheart. I won’t bite unless you ask me too.” his tongue crossing his lips again.

The indecent thoughts were coming in at full force. You straddled his lap and instantly his hands were on your hips, pulling you closer. You bit your bottom lip as you contemplated your next move. Too late to turn back now. Put up or shut up. You broke eye contact with Negan and let your eyes wander to his lips. Lips that said such dirty, vulgar things but could probably be the best you’ve never had. You moved forward to plant a soft kiss on his lips, placing your hands on his chest. Negan remained still and unflinching, not moving into the kiss but allowing you to take the lead. Feeling a surge of courage, you moved your hands to his hair, allowing your fingers to get tangled in his dark locks. Earning a groan of approval from Negan, his hands began to move, sliding under your shirt. His touch sent a tingle down your spine that reverberated through your whole body and rested in your loins. You broke the kiss at Negan’s protest to remove your shirt. His eyes trailed down your body and stopped at the top of your breasts. He brought his hand up and traced the lining of your bra with his fingers.

“Well would you look at that. That’s what you been hiding under there?”

Not waiting for a response, he leaned forward and attacked your neck, alternating between kissing and sucking the tender flesh. Your grip on his hair tightened as he made his way down your neck and planted a kiss on the top of your breast. Lowering the straps off your shoulders, he continued to kiss your chest and moved his hands to undo the latches in the back. You felt the material give way and removed your hands from his hair to pull the straps down over your shoulders. Negan brought his hands up to hold a breast in each hand, almost as if weighing them. He moved his thumbs over your nipples, the delicate flesh becoming increasingly sensitive and erect under his touch.

Escaping his teasing, you stood and unbuckled your pants. Letting them fall to your feet, you stood before Negan in just a pair of dark purple panties. Negan scanned your body and let out a low whistle of admiration. Falling to your knees, you went to work on unfastening the many belts and buckles Negan had on his pants. Clumsy you fumbled with the loops and ties. How many belts was he wearing?! Letting out a low chuckle, Negan stood to assist in undoing his pants. You looked up at him in anticipation and awe honestly that he managed to get the pants undone so quickly. You grabbed the waistline of his pants and yanked them down, freeing his impressive erection.

Grabbing him by the base of his manhood, you placed a soft kiss on the tip and slowly began to trail kisses down his length. This earned a moan from Negan whose hand reached down to play in your hair. When you arrived at his base, you used your tongue to slowly lick your way back to the tip and began to repeat the process. Negan’s grip on your hair tightened in frustration at your pace as you continued this systematic torture a few more times. Smiling to yourself, you keep your rhythm, ignoring his silent protest.

“Come the fuck on already!” he groaned, giving your hair a little yank. You reached up and untangled his fingers from your hair. His eyes met yours with a pleading look. You motioned for him to sit back down on the sofa. Quietly he complied but not without a frustrated sigh. Once settled, you stood to remove your panties and straddled Negan again. Lining himself with your entrance, you lowered yourself onto him as his hands moved to your hips to help guide you.

“Holy fuck.” Negan whispered as his head fell back against the sofa. You couldn’t help the grin of confidence that formed on your face. You had the mighty leader of the Saviours under you and you were going to make him yours if only for a little while. Placing a hand on either side of his head for leverage, you began to move your hips and his grip on you tightened. Finding a steady pace, you rode him like a champion horse. His moans filled the room and you couldn’t help but stare down at his face as it contorted in pleasure.

All too suddenly you began to feel the buildup of your orgasm and slowed your pace to savor the moment a bit longer. Negan opened his eyes and rolled his head to your arm. Placing a kiss on your wrist, he removed your hand from the sofa and placed it around his neck. Pulling you into a kiss, he began to move his hips upward and you moaned into the kiss. You moved your other hand to his neck and gently squeezed, his pace picking up. Panting into the kiss, your orgasm hit hard and you fell forward to lean against Negan. He continued to move as all of the energy had left your body. You could feel him twitching inside of you and after a few more thrusts, he suddenly pulled out of you and finished himself behind you.

Letting his forehead rest against yours, the two of you stayed together for an undetermined amount of time. Negan was the one to finally break the silence and move to kiss your forehead and then your lips.

“No wonder you like this little hiding spot.”

You smirked as you kissed him back and climbed off of him and stood unsteadily to begin dressing.

“This isn’t the only hiding spot.”

“What’s my prize for finding these spots of yours?”

“Me. So let’s make this a good game.”

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Meeting the Family (Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu x Reader)

I had this idea while thinking up stuff for a fanfiction I’m doing and decided to make it into a X Reader imagine fic for all of you~

Imagine you are dating Fuyuhiko. You’ve been dating a while, but you won’t let you meet his family, not even his sister who lives on campus in the reserve course knows you’re dating, or even who you are! You discuss your concerns with your best friend, (BF/N), who happens to be the Ultimate Yandere and-since they don’t have any love interests currently-focuses their yandere tendencies towards you with protection and possession. They aren’t happy you have a boyfriend in the first place, not wanting anyone to overtake them, but it made you happy so they relented to a degree. 

“Maybe he’s embarrassed of you. Or maybe he’s seeing another person and you’re the side girl/guy. You should dump him.” (BF/N) suggested, you rolling your eyes and sighing.

“Knock it off, he wouldn’t do that.” You tell them, but secretly you’re scared they might be right.

You confront Fuyuhiko about it later that day.

“Why won’t you introduce me to your family, or even tell your sister I exist?!” You demand, frustrated with him. Fuyuhiko looks away and rubs his neck.

“…I just don’t think it’s a good idea (Y/N).” Fuyuhiko tells you, crossing his arms as he won’t look at you.

“Why not?!“ 

“Cause I just don’t think so.” Fuyuhiko huffed, frowning at you. 

“Why don’t you think so? Are you ashamed of me?” You suggest, Fuyuhiko looking at you wide eyed.

“What? Of course not, you idiot!” Fuyuhiko shouted.

“Then is there someone else?" 

"Of course not! I wouldn’t do that to you!" 

"Then why?!" 

"BECAUSE I FUCKING SAID SO ALRIGHT?!” He yelled at you before turning and storming off, leaving you fuming. 

The next day, he comes to apologize for yelling at you, but you stand up and leave without a word. He rolls his eyes at how pouty you’re being, and at first decides to leave you alone, thinking you’ll get over it soon enough.

But after 2 or 3 days, you still aren’t talking to him, and it’s really starting to get to him. He tries everything to stop the silence and get you to talk to him, flowers, gifts, notes, chocolate, anything that might get you to stop and pay attention to him already. But you reject all of it, ignoring him outright and refusing to take them when Peko brought them.

By the time a week is up, he’s gone practically insane from the lack of contact with you, snapping at anyone who comes close to him that isn’t you, Peko, or his sister. He finally catches you, grabbing you by your wrist in the middle of the courtyard.

“STOP PRETENDING I DON’T FUCKING EXIST ALREADY (Y/N)!!” He screamed at you angrily. You frown and look him dead in the eyes for the first time in a week and say:

“I will when you do.” Before yanking your wrist away and turning to leave, Fuyuhiko growling in frustration before storming away.

Later that day, Fuyuhiko’s sister comes up to you.

“I saw what happened in the courtyard earlier.” She stated, crossing her arms, “What did you do to my brother? Who are you, and why is he so upset?" You debate telling her, since you really want Fuyuhiko to tell them himself, but before you can decide Peko comes up with another gift from Fuyuhiko-this time a stuffed bear with a heart-and his sister quickly puts 2 and 2 together, walking away without another word.

It’s not much longer before she shows up again, handing you a letter inviting you to dinner with the Kuzuryuu family. 

Of course, when Fuyuhiko sees and hears about this, he begins freaking out and is very pissed off.

"YOU IDIOT! I WAS TRYING TO PROTECT YOU!” He yelled at you as he paced back and forth, your eyes trailing as he does, “MY FAMILY IS NOT GENTLE WHEN IT COMES TO DATING SOMEONE, WHO KNOWS WHAT THEY’LL DO?! ESPECIALLY IF THEY DON’T APPROVE OF YOU!” You shrug and cross your arms.

“Unless you were planning to break up with me, I would have had to meet them at some point. And I doubt It’ll be that bad.” You tell him. Your relaxed attitude only seems to make him more frustrated, hearing him growl and yell in frustration before stomping off.

The night comes and you’ve dressed yourself up a tad to make a good impression. When his parents first see you, they seem to be…less than impressed. Fuyuhiko is the most nervous you’ve ever seen him and looks very uncomfortable, looking at you often with worry in his eyes. You, however, are very calm, determined to get them to like you by the end of the night-or at least prove to Fuyuhiko he was wrong to keep you away from them. 

After a while of light conversation, his mother stands and invites you to join her in the kitchen, though the tone suggests it’s not really a request so much as a demand. Fuyuhiko looks alarmed, and more so when you calmly and happily agree. Fuyuhiko stands and says he’d like to come too, but his dad takes his shoulder and sits him back down.

“Let your mother have some alone time with her/him.” He tells Fuyuhiko, the Ultimate Yakuza panicking as he watches you go with his mother. When inside, his mother starts to talk to you.

“You know, (Y/N), there’s a lot of danger in getting involved with the Yakuza, especially as a significant other of the head of a clan or a clan’s heir.” She tells you, grabbing a knife from the counter, then turning to you, “If a person who becomes romantically involved with the head of a clan or the heir is weak, that endangers the whole clan. You can get hurt or be taken captive, and then the head or heir can start making stupid decisions. They get hurt through you. I want the best for my son, someone tough enough to keep up with the clan and not give in.” she looks at you with a frown, “And I don’t think that’s you." 

Without another word, you see her arm draw back and then the flash of silver racing towards you before the knife passes half a millimeter from your cheek, burying itself in the wall. 

You don’t flinch, or even blink, and she looks at you shocked.

"Aren’t you scared?! You didn’t move at all!” She yells at you.

“Of course I’m not scared.” You reply calmly.

“Why not?!” She demands, frowning deeply.

“Cause if you were really gonna stab me, they would have shot already.” You tell her simply. His mother’s eyes widen in shock before she whirls around, face-to-face with the barrel of your best friend’s gun. You figured they had followed you, and now they had the gun aimed and a finger on the trigger, a scowl on their lips. She blinks at them for a second before smiling and laughing.

“Wow, you’re tougher than you look. Especially with this one around.” She laughs out, “Maybe you can keep up after all.” You smile and laugh as well.

“Alright (BF/N), lower the gun and go please.” You request politely. (BF/N) frowned but sighed and leave, but you have a sneaking suspicion they aren’t really ‘gone’. 

When you come back with her, Fuyuhiko is sitting at the table still, silent with his head down, looking depressed.

“Hey, you okay?” You ask him, his eyes widening with shock when he hears your voice and his head raising, seeing his mom with an arm wrapped around your shoulders affectionately, smiling.

“You’ve got quite a keeper here Fuyuhiko. Don’t let her/him go.” His mother advised, parting and sitting next to a slightly shocked Mr. Kuzuryuu, “The girl/boy is tougher than they look, believe me." 

Fuyuhiko is relieved as you sit down next to him, immediately taking your hand under the table and holding it tightly. He leans over and whispers in your ear:

"I thought I lost you (Y/N)…” You turn slightly and give a smirk, squeezing his hand lightly.

“You should know me better than that by now.” Then you begin eating, Fuyuhiko smiling at you for a moment before turning to his food as well.

The rest of the dinner goes well, the Kuzuryuu’s getting to know and like you well enough-though his sister didn’t seem crazy about you being so close to him and having passed his mother’s test-and soon enough it was time for you to go, telling them all you hoped you could see them soon.

Little did you know the second you left, his Mother turned to him and said:

“So, how long’s it gonna be before you lock them down?” with a smirk. Fuyuhiko turned bright red, mouth opening and closing as he searched for words before he felt something hit his chest, fumbling before catching it. 

It was a ring box.

He was bright red as he looked up to his dad-who had been the one to throw it at him-who was smiling before patting Fuyuhiko’s head.

“Better move fast, don’t want someone else snapping (Y/N) up.” He advised before walking off with Mrs. Kuzuryuu, leaving a blushing and stuttering Fuyuhiko alone with the ring box in his hands.

Maybe he should have been worried about her meeting his family for a different reason…

oneintrovertedextrovert  asked:

Langblr game ~ I'm quite bubbly and optimistic. I'm petite, blonde and very girly. I'm fiercely protective of my friends and lovely and compassionate unless you cross me, then I can get quite thorny. Also quite sarcastic and constantly making jokes


Hey humans this isn’t a threat but I got all of the most powerful former supervillains (and Storm) I know to protect you. Well to protect me, but you too. Unless you cross us. In which case fuck you. Also I’m definitely the good guy and I’m 300% right.
—  Cyclops probably

anonymous asked:

Papa probably thinks about you sometimes randomly since he's seen you so much. How does that make you feel?

I doubt i cross his mind unless he sees me at a show

Co-Workers & Boss/Employee Recs

here’s a masterlist of stiles/derek fics where they’re co-workers (with some boss/employee mixed in)

boss/employee relationships have a * beside them

enjoy! <3

Are you fucking kidding me? by WeirdV (1/1 | 1,567 | G)

“NO” Stiles says, louder than he had wanted to say it – causing everyone to turn around and face him, “Uhm – Sorry. I was just really looking forward to my cupcake of the week. Can’t you miss like – one?”

The man just stares at him, as if it’ll make the entire situation disappear.

“What could you possibly need so many for?” he asks, “Besides, you are clearly not going to eat them. By the looks of it you’re one of those people that actually uses their gym membership.”

“I need them for work” he growls, which would scare Stiles if he hadn’t been raised by a sheriff, “Can you please move out of the way.”

“No, not unless you give me one” he says, crossing his arms and ignoring the attention he’s drawing towards himself, “Besides, percentages say that at least one of your colleagues will be gluten intolerant or something, or have diabetes, and won’t be allowed to eat them.”

“Hello I’m your boss and you’re the new employee who just saw me shove an entire cupcake into my mouth.”

No Superman by WhoNatural (6/6 | 48,830 | NC17) *

(AKA The Sterek Scrubs AU)

In which Stiles learns that med school didn’t prepare him for much at all; even the most epic of bromances can be weakened with the right amount of long, curly hair and dimples; and sometimes, first impressions aren’t all they’re cracked up to be - it’s the digging beneath the bravado that reveals who’s worth getting to know a little better.

Dr. Hale’s probably still a dick, though.

That Escalated Quickly by literaryoblivion (1/1 | 4,749 | PG13)

Stiles is running late to work on the day he has to give a big presentation, but luckily he has an assigned parking spot waiting for him.

Except he doesn’t.

Because some jerk in a nice suit with a sleek black Camaro has stolen it.

The douche.

total system failure by HalfFizzbin (1/1 | 3,401 | R) *

In which Stiles is the world’s most inappropriate entrepreneur, Erica is a menace, and Derek is terrible at his job no matter how hard he tries.

(Or, the Harrowing Saga of the Gay Porn Doppelgänger.)

We’re On The Same Team (in more ways than one) by Sarcastictilltheend (1/1 | 1,442 | NR)

A new model is joining their team and Stiles is totally okay with it when he sees Derek.
They’re doing a show and since Stiles is one of the makeup artists, he has to do Derek’s.
Derek is nice talking to and Stiles really wishes they had more time to talk and didn’t have to actually work.

Come Sail Away by loveinisolation (1/1 | 907 | NR)

Stiles tries to get Derek to join their very drunk colleagues on the dance floor during the company boat cruise. Derek would much rather stand off to the side and watch Stiles dance instead. 

Not Like Bond & Moneypenny by WhoNatural (1/1 | 29,869 | R) *

(AKA, the Ugly Betty AU where Stiles is totally Betty)

Stiles thinks he’s finally getting a break when a job at the sleek, sophisticated, Alpha Magazine opens up - but soon realises he’s not going to be writing anything and instead is playing tutor-slash-babysitter to their new Editor-in-Chief. Derek’s spoiled, grumpy, in way over his head…and so painfully attractive it makes Stiles want to lick his face. So there’s very little choice in the matter.

“Totally not like that,” he maintains, “It’s not like we’re Bond and Moneypenny.”

Scott gives him an excited grin, chuckling. “Dude, you’re totally his Miss Moneypenny!” he says, eyes wide like the world just finally started to make sense. “You’re the only one who won’t sleep with him even though you’re dying to.”

get into my pants by ericaismeg, foxerica (ericaismeg) (1/1 | 2,657 | G) *

“Stilinski!” Derek’s voice comes loud and sharp. Stiles winces and turns around slowly. Yep, there is his gorgeous boss standing in the hallway with his tie a little too loose around his neck wearing a scowl. Derek does not look happy. Stiles lifts his hand up slowly in greeting and presses his lips tight together. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Of all days, it just had to be Derek who caught him.

“Heeeey there, Derek.”

“It’s Mr. Hale,” Derek corrects. Stiles closes his eyes for a moment and nods slowly. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He’s so fired. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I–it’s not what it looks like, okay?” Stiles says, trying to breathe.

Ain’t no other Knight capable of handling the hotness by TheFrenchToast (HaleToTheAlpha) (1/1 | 1,673 | NC17) *

Stiles is Derek(lovingly dubbed “fire-breathing dragon, spawn of Satan” by his subordinates)’s secretary.

(aka i thrive for the day i’ll be good enough at finding/creating good titles/summaries)

Excuse me sir, but I think a dingo ate my cameraman by ElisAttack (2/2 | 10,829 | PG13) *

Stiles is living the high life. He has a great job, an amazing roommate, and a new best friend. But when said best friend goes missing after a night of drunken shenanigans, everything goes to shit. And for some reason, Stiles seems be the only one who cares that his grumpy boss is also missing.

Or the one where Stiles finds the best dog ever and adopts him, much to said dog’s reluctance.

Driving Mr. Stilinski by literaryoblivion (1/1 | 2,428 | PG13) *

Out of breath and a little sweaty, Stiles says, “That was close.”

His driver looks at him through the rearview mirror, an eyebrow raised. “Where to, Mr. Stilinski?” he asks.

Stiles runs a hand through his hair and sighs. “Derek, how many times do I have to tell you, please call me Stiles. Every time you say Mr. Stilinski, I think of my dad and just no.”

Derek shrugs and looks in the mirror, expectant. Stiles stares back at him in the mirror, just as expectant, lifting his brow a little until Derek huffs and rolls his eyes. “Stiles, where would you like me to drive you?”

for science (this has nothing to do with science) by ericaismeg, foxerica (ericaismeg) (1/1 | 5,015 | G) *

“I bought my friend a neon pink dildo as a gag gift but I accidentally got the presents mixed up and gave it to you instead and now I have to awkwardly explain what happened” AU

That Vibe You Give Me by joanc24 (1/1 | 1,579 | R) *

The one where Stiles can’t say no to a dare from Jackson and has to wear a vibrating butt plug to work, yet he lost the remote that controls it and now has to suffer through it ‘cause someone apparently found it and keeps playing - oh, fuck - with the on and off button.

Multiple Indiscretions by sarcasmandirony (1/1 | 18,022 | NC17) *

Stiles considers himself a pretty lucky guy.

At the tender age of twenty five he’s the head of department of a multinational enterprise. His department might be small, but it’s his nonetheless. Stiles upgraded the company’s website during his internship, leading to a 29% increase in overall sales and a whopping 372% increase in online sales. Now, his department makes sure the website runs smoothly, does periodical theme changes, runs the multiple social platform accounts, is in charge of the online campaign ads and is always coming up with new apps. It seems only yesterday he decided to upgrade the company’s pre historic website (keeping a back-up of the original coding in case they had their heads too far up in their asses to keep up with the times and because, hello legal charges), and now he’s interviewing candidates for a secretary position.

Drarry Drabble

(I hate titles.) Sorry this took a few days @droomboom ! Had a busy weekend. This is for your wonderful prompt of a silly Draco trying to make Harry jealous at the ball, but ending up getting rather jealous himself…

“Shut up, Goyle,” Draco spat, watching Potter carefully across the Great Hall. “Does he look like he’s asking Parvati out to you?”

Goyle shrugged, stirring his eggs around on his plate.

“Well, come on, then,” Draco said waspishly. “What do you think?”

“I think you’re obsessed,” Goyle muttered under his breath.

“What?” Draco snapped. “He’s not dressed? The hell are you on about, Goyle? He’s perfectly dressed. He’s even got his tie done up properly for once. Look at it, it’s a windsor knot and everything.”

Goyle choked on a piece of toast. Draco smacked him on the back distractedly and turned to Astoria Greengrass, who was sitting a few seats down the table.

“Greengrass,” Draco said, facing her, though his eyes were still on Potter. “You got a date for the Eighth Year Ball?”

Astoria’s eyes slid to Pansy’s, but Draco didn’t notice.

“No,” she said lightly. “Are you asking?”

“Yes.” Draco’s hands clenched into fists as he watched Potter listening intently to Parvati Patil. Potter leaned closer, angling his ear closer to her mouth. Draco slammed his fists down on the table. “Yes, Greengrass. You’re going to the ball with me.”

Pansy smirked.

“Sure, Draco.” Astoria bit her lip, fighting back a laugh. “I’ll meet you on the stairs at seven.”

Draco grunted.


Draco leaned back in the shadows, his hands in his pockets as he watched Potter standing by the doorway with Granger and Weasley.

“Where’s Patil?” Draco muttered under his breath. “Or anyone? He’s probably got some other simpering fan to hang off his arm. That’d be right. Bloody Potter”

“You sure you’re alright alone, Harry?” Granger asked, holding Potter’s arm, her face twisted in concern.

Draco frowned, watching as Potter shrugged with a small smile.

“I’m fine, Hermione,” Draco heard Potter say. “You two go in; I’ll follow in a little bit.”

Draco barely noticed Granger and Weasley leave - his mind was moving too fast. Potter didn’t have a date? What was he up to?

Potter scuffed his toe along the ground, before suddenly turning and walking quickly off towards the nearby classrooms. Draco narrowed his eyes. Was he going to sneak off for one of his ridiculous stunts that somehow always ended up with Slytherin getting destroyed in the house cup?

Draco would have to follow him.

Just as he moved to step out of the shadows, he heard a noise behind him.

“Ready to go in?”

Draco turned to see Astoria standing behind him, her elegant green gown hugging her figure tightly.

He barely looked at her before turning back to Potter.

“Listen, Greengrass,” he said distractedly. “Something’s come up. I’m going to have to cancel.”

There was a small pause before Astoria spoke, her voice unusually shrill. “Cancel? What do you mean ‘cancel’?”

Draco spared her another second’s glance, before waving his hand in a vaguely conciliatory motion and starting off down the corridor after Potter. “It’s not you, it’s me,” he said, turning away and moving to step around the corner. “Now, go away.”

Astoria drew in breath sharply, and before Draco knew what was happening he felt something hard smack him in the head.

“Draco, you pig!”

He winced, holding his head and spinning around just as Astoria shoved roughly past him. She marched off down the corridor, passing Potter who had turned back at the sound. Potter’s eyes widened at the sight of Astoria, and he held out a hand to stop her.

“Are you alright?” Draco heard him ask quietly.

“No, I’m not alright!” Astoria snapped. Then, to Draco’s astonishment, she burst into tears.

Draco’s astonishment turned quickly to horror as he watched Potter fold his arms around Astoria, drawing her into a hug. He spluttered under his breath as Potter turned the two of them away and led them into the classroom next to him.

“Potter, you little-” Draco fumed under his breath, forgetting all about being secretive, and striding out from the shadows. He hurried toward the classroom.

Draco slammed open the door, a small part of him taking delight at Potter’s shocked expression. “What do you think you’re doing with my date, Potter?”

“Your date?” Potter repeated, looking bewildered, though his temper was quickly rising. “If she’s your date, why is she crying?”

Draco suddenly remembered that he didn’t want Potter to know he had a date, if Potter didn’t have one himself.

Why didn’t he want Potter to know? He frowned to himself and shook his head.

“She’s not- well- she is-” Draco shook his head again. “Shut up, Potter, you idiot. Get your Neanderthal hands off her.”

Potter huffed a surprised laugh. “Neanderthal? Malfoy, have you been reading muggle science books?”

Neither of the boys noticed that Astoria was no longer crying. Quietly, she stood up and edged toward the door.

Draco sniffed. “I’ve no idea what you’re talking about. Only an imbecile wouldn’t know about evolution.”

Potter smirked. “So you’re calling purebloods imbeciles, then? I’m almost impressed.”

“I am not calling purebloods imbeciles,” Draco blustered. “I’m simply-”

Suddenly, the door slammed shut. There was the conspicuous sound of a key being turned, and then a hastily muttered charm that Draco didn’t recognise.

Potter’s eyes widened in alarm. “Astoria?” he called. “Er, what are you doing?”

“Just enforcing a resolution,” Astoria called sweetly through the door. “The charm will release you when you’re honest with each other.”

“Greengrass, you Judas!” Draco yelled, his face draining of colour. “Where are you going?”

“To the ball, of course. Pansy hates it when I’m late.”

The smugness in her tone infuriated Draco, although as a fellow Slytherin he had to admit he was impressed.

As her footsteps retreated into the distance, he turned back to Potter and raised one eyebrow. “You have something to say to me, then?” he asked haughtily.

Potter laughed in surprise. “Why would you think that?”

“Why else would she lock us in a room together until we were honest with each other, unless she knew you had something to tell me?” Draco crossed his arms and glared.

Potter pursed his lips together like he was fighting back a laugh, which made Draco very suspicious. He narrowed his eyes for good measure.

“Maybe because she thought you had something to say to me?” Potter suggested with a smirk.

“What could I possibly have to say to you?” Draco spat.

Potter shrugged. “I dunno, Malfoy.” He looked around the room casually. “I suppose she might want me to tell you that I think you’re pretty fit.”

Draco choked. Behind him, the door gave a brief rattle.

Potter eyed the door, looking pleased. “There we go,” he said. “Now it’s your turn.”

Draco scoffed. “In your dreams,” he muttered, turning away to hide how shaken he felt. He grabbed the handle and turned it, but the door stayed shut. Inwardly, he groaned.

When he turned back, Potter was looking far more smug than anyone had a right to be.

“Your turn,” Potter repeated with a grin.

At this rate, they were going to be stuck in this room forever.

Draco’s shoulders slumped. “I suppose,” he began slowly, feeling a flush creep across his cheeks. “She might want me to tell you that I think you’re pretty fit, too.”

The door gave another rattle. Draco pounced on it, but it refused to open.

“Demanding, isn’t she?” Potter laughed. “Well, I guess she might also want me to say that I wish you and I could have a chance to talk. To see where things lead, maybe?”

Draco felt his heart jump in his chest. Why did he suddenly feel so shaky? He looked back at Potter, trying to arrange his features into something casual.

His hand was still on the doorknob. He gave it a small turn, but it did nothing.

“Maybe-” His voice was very quiet. “Maybe, I could add that I know where I would want things to lead, if we had the chance to talk.”

Potter stood up and began to walk toward Draco, a strange light in his eyes. “And where would that be?”

Draco’s hand fell from the doorknob. He took a step backward until he was pressed against the door, feeling oddly trapped. “Well-” He trailed off.

Potter stopped a foot away, lifting his hand to run it lightly along Draco’s jaw. Draco had to suppress a shiver.

“Well?” Potter prompted.

“Well,” Draco repeated, pleased that his voice remained steady. He held Potter’s gaze. “Well, I would hope that it would lead somewhere like this.”

Potter’s eyes dropped to Draco’s mouth. He leaned closer, pausing when they were barely an inch apart.

“Me too,” he breathed, before his lips met Draco’s in a gentle kiss.

Behind them, unnoticed, the door quietly clicked open.

You're His Sister's Friend-Louis (Mini Series) Part 3

    Parts 1-2 here! 

      Your POV: You scrunched your nose up when Rosie entered the dining area and took a sip of your wine to keep from making a more noticeable face. 

    “Fuck my life,” you heard Niall whisper as he too took a drink, you looked at him and smiled slightly letting him know you heard and he blushed, 

     "Who the hell invited her?“ Niall continued as you chuckled, looking back to where Rosie sat next to Louis, running her hand up and down his arm, smiling. 

   "More wine?” the waiter offered and you nodded before he poured both you and Niall some. Rosie then giggled at something Louis had said, 

      “Leave the bottle,” you and Niall said simultaneously, and the waiter nodded before leaving. 

    “No I swear it was the funniest thing, I dunno how he did it but he managed to kick the ball straight into someone’s shower.” Niall finished his story and you were almost in tears, you realized that after a while of talking with Niall your ‘feelings’ or what you thought were feelings for Louis had somewhat subsided as you continued your conversation with Niall. You had a lot in common with Niall, you both shared a passion for rugby and football, your humour was almost identical and you were also very loud. 

      “I’ve got to tell you the story of how at my graduation party someone completely set fire to-” you were cut off by the smell of food coming towards your table and you felt your mouth start to water at the smell of your order. 

    “Mmm this is so good,” you smiled as you took another bite of your meal, 

   "Want a bite?“ you asked Niall and he nodded eagerly before piercing a shrimp on his plate and offering it to you, you smiled. 

   "On 3,” you counted down and fed each other, missing each other’s mouths making the both of you burst into laughter. 

    “Ok just one by one then,” you fed him a bit of your fetuccini and he fed you one of his shrimp.

    “Mmmm,” you both moaned and laughed quietly. 

   "Can you guys stop please? You’re making us all uncomfortable…" Louis mumbled and Lottie snorted. 

    “I think it’s cute,” she winked at you and you shook your head, feeling heat on your cheeks. 

     "This was the best idea,“ you smiled as Niall mixed his shrimp with your pasta. 

     "I know,” he looked back at you, his eyes lingering for a moment. 

   "What…what’s wrong?“ you asked, suddenly growing self conscious, 

   "Nothing it’s just…I remember you now,” he smiled to himself. 

    “you used to have braces…your hair I remember it being so long and pretty, and you always, always had a book with you.” he touched your hair softly and smiled. 

     "Braces were the worst,“ you replied awkwardly, you weren’t sure how to respond to what Niall was saying, you didn’t think he’d even spared a glance at you. 

    Suddenly the table shook and Louis threw his napkin down on his plate, storming out into the gardens of the restaurant. 

     "Wow…dramatic much?” Rosie rolled her eyes before taking her mirror out to check her lipstick. You narrowed your eyes at her before excusing yourself and following him back into the gardens. 

      “Lou…are you alright?” you called, not quite sure where he was. 

     "Just go away (Y/N)“ he replied, you followed his voice to a dimly lit portion of the garden. 

     "Lou c'mon what’s wrong?” you asked, walking over to where he was standing, next to the fountain. 

     "You’re really that blind aren’t you?“ he replied. You cocked your head to the side slightly and furrowed your brow, 

     "Is it…Niall? Louis I’m sorry I know he’s your friend, I didn’t think you were this protective over him though I just-” he shook his head and groaned. 

    “Damn it (Y/N)! That’s not what I meant!” he was growing frustrated, as were you. 

    “I…I can’t help you unless you tell me what’s wrong Louis,” you crossed your arms. 

    “(Y/N) I don’t love her…hell, I don’t even like her. Rosie was a rebound, but she doesn’t seem to understand that, I’ve always felt something for- someone else but I never acted on it because, because I was afraid of what people would think.” Louis sat on the edge of the fountain and you took a seat next to him. 

     "Louis…I never, you never told-“ he shook his head, 

   "I know, I know. I should have a long time ago, (Y/N) but you were never…” he continued and you nodded in understanding. 

    “Louis you have to understand that I was always always there for you, I loved you at one point, at least I felt like I did, so when you left home and treated me like I was…like I was Lottie, I felt like I was no one, like you could never love someone like me. Someone…” you couldn’t continue without bursting into tears, and crying wasn’t something you were fond of doing, especially not in front of Louis. 

     "Beautiful,“ he said and you looked up at him. 

   "What?” you asked, you eyes wide, 

     "You…you’re beautiful,“ you stood and turned to walk away. This wasn’t funny. 

    ”(Y/N),“ he grabbed your wrist. 

   "I…I need you in my life. Please, please don’t leave me.” he whispered, and you finally turned to face him. 

    “Please,” he pleaded one last time before he held you in his arms in the middle of a restaurant garden, and it was there that you realized, you were in love with Louis Tomlinson. You were in love with your best friend’s brother. 

Sorry this was quite shit…part 3?

Beast - Yukiya/MC AU - Chapter 6

To those who have been keeping up with Beast, a million apologies for the delay in this chapter. I’m still not 100% happy with this, but done is better than perfect.

For anyone reading Beast for the first time…it’s better to start with chapter one, than this chapter  :)

Just 1 part left to go.

Summary:  Clara Hart never enrolled at Gedonelune Royal Magic Academy. One night, during a full moon, she encounters an injured beast in the woods. Yukiya/MC, AU, series, ongoing.

When Clara awoke, it was in her bed, and to the smell of stew.  She squinted in the morning light, and saw a familiar figure sitting at her kitchen table. “Yukiya!”

“You’re awake.” He stood, turning to face her. There was a little hitch in his movement, as if he had prepared to rush over to her side, before he seemed to catch himself and hold back.  He looked a little tired, but otherwise his normal self, with no signs of fever, and eyepatch firmly back in place. “How do you feel? Are you cold?”

Something about the situation seemed incredibly familiar. With a flash of panic, Clara realized why. She leapt out of her bed, heedless of her blanket sliding to the floor behind her. As soon as she reached Yukiya, she clamped her arms desperately around his middle.

“Clara…” He sounded bewildered, but he stayed still, his voice low and gentle.  “What’s wrong?”

“Last time we did this, you left!”  She scowled deeply. “You’re not going anywhere this time, Yukiya! I won’t let you!”

There was a bemused silence, and then he began to shake.  When Clara peered up, she was shocked to see Yukiya laughing quietly.  “W-what…”

“It’s alright,” he replied, still smiling faintly. His hand came up to pat the top of her head.  “I won’t leave.” Then he suddenly hesitated, a shadow crossing his expression.  “Unless you want me to.”

“No!  Stay here.” She paused. “…Please?”

“Yes.” His words were soft, but full of conviction.  “I won’t run away anymore.”

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