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sspectacularlyignorant  asked:

Hi! First thank u so much ur blog just saved my holidays. Second, do u know some 'others careers' viktuuri fics? Like Yuri being a barista and Viktor being a business man, idk, just an example. Thank u! xox

Hey! Thanks for these requests! So far for the ‘other careers’ AU I have a coffee shop AU, Actor AU, Stripper AU, musician AU and a mafia AU! I am also in the works of a florist AU and an artist AU, so stay tuned for that!

Originally posted by ellayuki


Businessman AU


In Which a Working Man Quickly becomes Smitten by Fannikay (MissusManic), Gen, 1.1k
Victor Nikiforov was in need of a new secretary. Good thing circumstances brought him Yuuri Katsuki. Cute!

Yuuri Katsuki, PA by MidnightTrash, Mature, 20k (WIP)
23-year-old Yuuri Katsuki doesn’t know how he got here. One moment he’s applying for an internship, the next he is a personal assistant to CEO and President Victor Nikiforov. SO GOOD OMG

Once Upon A Dream by Kyte_VaNa, Teen, 16k (WIP)
In which Victor Nikiforov is your above average salaryman and Yuuri Katsuki just made his leading male role debut as an Alternate actor for Prince Philip in the play ‘Sleeping Beauty’. Actor/businessman AU! Love!

Katsuki’s Katsudon by charliefailsatlife, Gen, 5.9k
In Detroit on business, Viktor Nikiforov is sent by his boss to try and convince the owner of a struggling café to hand it over to the company. Thumbs up!

We Close At Six by beAUtiful (future_fishy), Explicit, 5.3k
Yuuri works at the rental desk of an ice rink. Viktor is a business man who happens to go to said ice rink every day after work. Throw in an adopted son, a gossipy best friend and a lot of mutual pining and you get this. Great fic!

bird in the hand by elodim, Teen, 6.4k (WIP)
The AU in which everyone works in an office and they all collectively hate their jobs together and get nothing done. THIS IS GREAT AHAHA I can’t wait for more!

Dissonant Dreaming by pensversusswords, Mature, 4.9k (WIP)
A stripper and a businessman falling in love and changing the world one moment at a time. This is so good already I can’t wait more more chapters!

The Season of the Spirits by counterheist, Gen, 3.4k
An AU about cubicles, and the people who work in them. Cute office AU!

Just Ask Him Out Viktor by down_into_underland, Teen, 1.6k
Viktor is a business man who has just recently moved to America with his adoptive son, Yuri Plitsetsky. Everything is as normal as it could be for Viktor when he walks into a new coffee shop to see the man of his dreams. Lovely coffee shop/businessman AU!

Pulse Part 2

Part 1

Genre: Fluff, tiny tiny angst
Words: 1,442
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Mentions of stalking, self-defense fighting
Summary: Soulmate AU in which one’s heartbeat becomes perfectly in sync with their soulmate’s once they meet.


“Come on, Doll. You got it.”

You huffed, trying your best to lift the bar that was weighing you down. There were small weights on each side that were about five pounds each, and even that much was an improvement to just lifting the forty pound bar the week before.

Your arms were shaking with the effort, and when Bucky saw that you weren’t going to be able to push the bar the rest of the way up after the prior reps you had already done, he took over, taking it out of your hands and easily setting it back above you like it weighed as much as a feather.

“We can try again on Wednesday. You’re getting better.”

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Don't Run (G.D)

A/N: This imagine includes smut, but I didn’t put it in the title because I focused more on the storyline then the smut. so yeah, ;) I’ve worked on this for a couple of days now so I hope you like it. (Italicized paragraph is a flashback)

Request: “Hello beautiful! I just wanted to drop in and say that I love your writing and I think you are incredibly talented! If you’re still taking requests, I was wondering if you could do a Grayson imagine based off the song A Little Death by The Neighbourhood? Maybe something a little dark and sinful? 😏 Fun fact: “a little death” is derived from the French “La petite mort” which basically means an orgasm that renders you unconscious. The more you know, lol!“

Word count: Around 7200

Warnings: Smut, cussing, mentions of Death

Originally posted by couplefeelingz



Staying..was not an option.
You weren’t the most loyal of women, not the most trustworthy either. You’ve been places you couldn’t even pronounce.
You’ve been all over the map, they name it, you know it.
Your past haunted you, like an old film playing at the back of your mind on repeat. Never stopped, it tortured you but you ignored it.

Love. They would ask you, have you ever been in love?


Love. What is love? You would reply, for it didn’t exist to you..or maybe you were never introduced to it. Well that was until you met Grayson Dolan.
But for now, let’s stick to your story.


It was a cold autumn’s eve. Your eyes locked on each footstep you took, your brown, knee-high boots crunching into the mixture of orange and red leaves. The fruity smell of summer still lingered in the air, for it only had just ended. But that didn’t stop the cold predicted to come. You dug your hands deeper into the pockets of your coat, burying yourself under your scarf while doing so. Your red, sniffly nose twitched occasionally due to the cold but you dismissed it, you knew you’d be back at the hotel in no time.
Glossy eyes shut, and a puff of cold air escaped your lips before it dissolved into the air.
For a woman, it wasn’t safe to be out this late at night. It shouldn’t have had to be like that, but today’s society made women afraid of the outside world. Afraid of men and what they’re made to look like. Of course this wasn’t all men, but the constant stories on the news didn’t help their case one bit.
Swiftly, your head turned to catch a glimpse of what was behind you. Fortunately nothing, so you sighed once you finally saw the peak of your hotel building. Your boots hit the pavement with crunches due to the leaves as you ran towards the door of the Vacancy. As your petite fingers wrapped around the handle of the door. You watched as a man excited the opposite door, he gave you a cold glance..but was it wrong that his glance sent a surge of warmth down your spine?

The bottom half of his face was covered by the collar of his coat, but his big, doe, hazel eyes stood out to you and shone in the dimly lit lobby room. His arched eyebrows rose as your eyes met his. It was a clash of yours and his glossy hazels, but it didn’t last very long before he shut the door and left the hotel. You walked inside, but didn’t hesitate to stretch your neck back to get a quick glimpse of the man who had walked away. He intrigued you. Judging by only his eyes and up, he seemed to be attractive. You weren’t one to judge but he also didn’t seem like he’d be the kindest person based off his cold stare.
On the contrary, his cold stare made you feel a warmth you’ve never felt before. A warmth that made you feel more heat than what you’d feel if you were out on a hot, summer day. It was weird, for a man you didn’t even know, let alone seen in your whole life. But you knew this wouldn’t be the first time you’d make contact with him. No, not even close.

“4b.” You said simply as you walked over to the lady at the front desk. She gave you a sly smirk, as if she had recognized you from somewhere and shuffled through the drawers in search of the key. You awkwardly stared at the black cat statue she had sitting besides her, as you peeled off your scarf and began to unbutton your coat.
“Don’t lose it.” She hummed and handed you the key. Eager to just go to your room and take a nap, you gladly snatched it and walked off towards the elevator.
Once you stepped inside, you looked to see if anyone else was there as well, and to your surprise it was the exact same man from before. “Excuse me, didn’t I just see you leave the building?” You inquired and your finger made contact with the button that led to the second floor. “Hmm, me? Oh no, that was probably my twin brother. Grayson, and I’m Ethan.” He extended a hand and you hesitantly shook it. “What’s your name?” He asked you and you shook your head. “Cant tell you.”
“Oh, I get it. Well maybe I’ll see you around than, miss no-name.” Ethan teased as he stepped off the elevator. You gave him a glare and he coyly waved at you right before the elevator doors shut. You sighed and just decided to ignore him for the rest of the night..but what business did those two have out at this time of night? Well, they could be asking you the same question Y/N.

As explained before, you’ve traveled places. You were used to staying in crappy motels and you were used to being alone. The only relationship you’ve ever had in the 21 years you’ve been alive was with your brother, he sadly he passed away about 6 years ago.
He was like your father, he took care of you when your parents put you both up for adoption and fended for you like his own. You had an unbreakable bond and to this day you still looked up to him.
His illness got the best of him..and he was torn away from you.
Now you were on your own.

You knew your brother would disagree with how you were living right now, he would’ve wanted you in college or living with a boyfriend. But no, you took a wrong turn and ended up down the wrong path. Maybe you just needed to meet the right person, the person who’d steer you into the right path. That was just what you needed. But you weren’t ready for a relationship, you’ve had sex before, yes, but it wasn’t out of love. It was just to fulfill both of your sexual desires and nothing more. It wasn’t even good sex, you just faked your orgasm so you could get the hell out of there, but he didn’t need to know that.

You stuffed your key into the door of the room you’d be staying in. It opened and the smell of cigarettes gushed onto your face.
This motel wasn’t the best, but it was all you had for now and that was enough. You plugged your nose as you stepped in and set your scarf and coat down onto the nearby table. The smell of alcohol and cigars was putrid when mixed, and made you want to vomit. The motel was one of those seedy places men with beer guts went to bang other men’s wives with promises they couldn’t afford to keep. Or else the hooker’s brought other guys there and paid for rooms by the hour. The room was littered with old cartons of Chinese take-out and you felt utterly disgusted, but it wasn’t something you weren’t used to.
You plopped down onto the bed and let out a sigh. It wasn’t comfy in the least bit, but you were extremely tired so you just went with it. As you undid the buttons of your blouse you heard the door click, you sat up now becoming alarmed. You watched as the door knob turned to the right and you sprang up from the bed. A crack of light shed into the room as a man walked in. “Um, excuse me? This is my room!” You said as you hastily buttoned back up your shirt. “Your room?” The man scoffed and pulled down his collar while his hazel eyes met your gaze. It was him.
The man from before.

His unruly hair fell onto his forehead in effortless waves as his pink, plump lips formed a straight line, his eyes wrinkling just a bit as he squinted to get a good look of you. “You’re the woman from outside, right?” He inquired as he peeled off his gloves, revealing his rather large, callous hands. You pursed your lips and crossed your arms. “I am, now why are you here?” You asked and cocked an eyebrow. “I could ask you the same.” His deep voice startled you, it sent shivers down your spine and as the man stepped into clear view you guessed he was in his early twenties like you. Sharpest jawline you’ve ever seen, but you ignored his good looks, now was not the time to be fanning over him.
“Stop dodging the question. This is my room, I have a key.” The small key dangled from your fingers as you held it up for him to see. He simply smirked and dug a hand into his pocket, fishing out a key of his own. He dangled it your way and you furrowed your eyebrows. “There’s no way..” you muttered and reached for your purse. “Uh, where are you going?” He questioned as you darted past him and towards the door. “Getting a new room. There’s absolutely no way I’m sharing with you.” You huffed as your hand made contact with the rusted doorknob. “I feel flattered.” The man teased and you rolled your eyes before leaving him all alone in the room you had been so sure was yours.

Once you made it back to the lobby, you scanned the desk for the lady that had given you the key. She was nowhere to be found. You frustratedly slammed your fists onto the table and something fell. “Oh crap..” You heard a women mumble. Curious as to what happened, you turned only to see the lady from the desk walking towards you with boxes stacked in her hands. She gave you a glare, as if she was angry that you didn’t offer to help, but you couldn’t! She already had picked up the item and made her way back. She stood upright and gave you one of the fakest smiles she could’ve possibly mustered. “Anything I could help you with, dear?” She clenched her teeth at the dear part and you already knew you were in for a long night. “Yes, I booked room 4b, however apparently theres a man who already has that booked. So, I’d like a new room please.” You smiled and placed the key onto the table, pushing it towards her. Her fingers skimmed the computer before she furrowed her eyebrows at the bright screen. She looked back at you and slid the key back in your direction. “Sorry hun, no more rooms available. You either share, or leave.” She gave you a coy smile, her pink lipstick smudging her poor-looking teeth and you held back the urge to call her out for it. You sighed, nodded and grabbed the key. There was no where else to go, and besides it was past midnight. There was no way in hell you’d be walking back out there again.
As you stepped into the elevator, you silently prayed that the man would be co-operative and understand your situation, allowing you to stay until you found somewhere else to go.

You reluctantly twisted open the door knob and heard the click, you poked it open and peeked in, your eyes scanning the dark room. You caught the man standing by the window, which had cracks on the sides of it along with vines creeping inside the open edges.
He was shirtless, his arms crossed over his chest as he stared out at the moon.
The light casted a glow to his skin and his back muscles flexed with each deep breath he took.
You noticed the small back dimples he had perched above his bottom and found yourself staring for a bit too long. “Are you going to come in? Or keep staring at my back?” His raspy voice made you jump, and sent jolts throughout your body. Your face immediately flushed as you stepped inside, shutting the door swiftly behind you. “Let me guess, no more rooms left, so you have to stay here with me?”
You sighed and nodded. “I could leave if you wanted me to.” You muttered and looked up at him. “What? No, especially not at this time of night. You’re probably tired, go to bed.” He tilted his head in the direction of the queen-sized bed and you made no reaction. “Where are you going to sleep?” You asked. He took a moment to look around, before walking over to the closet and grabbing an old, dusty quilt along with a pillow. “The floor seems nice.”
“What? No, it’s fine you can sleep with me.” You replied and the man gave you a smirk. “Not that you dope, you can sleep next to me.”
“Oh, I knew what you meant. I just wasn’t sure that you knew what you meant.” He teased and gently bumped your shoulder. “Oh shut it, at least I’m letting you sleep with me.”

“Phrasing.” He piped in as you began to undo the bed. You gave him a glare that said “one more time and your gone.” Which made him quiet down. “Mind putting your shirt back on?” You asked as you made yourself comfortable on the left side of the crappy motel bed. “Why? Afraid you’ll be caught staring? Oh wait, that already happened.”
“You’re quite the jokester, aren’t you?” You asked and quirked an eyebrow in amusement. He gave you a cheeky smile and shrugged one of his shoulders before hanging up his bag in the closet. “But no, I just don’t feel very comfortable with sharing a room with someone I barely even know. Let alone with someone who’s shirtless and I don’t even know their name”

“Grayson.” He answered truthfully and you softly smiled. “But you can call me, Gray.” He held out his hand for you to take. You complied, but instead of shaking hands like everyone else, he brought your hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss upon it. You felt your face flush warm and the hairs on your neck stand. Something fluttered in your stomach. You didn’t know what that feeling was. You thought it was a bizarre sensation, but you decided not to ponder on it any longer as Grayson walked back towards the closet.


“My favorite color is Gray.” You whispered and he turned to look at you. “Really?” He asked, his voice just as low as yours. “It was my brother’s..but he passed away. So now it’s mine.” Grayson nodded solemnly and looked back at his bag as he shuffled through it. “I’ve noticed you have a couple of tattoos.” You said as Grayson nodded once more. “Care to tell me about them?” You asked. “Care to tell me your name first?”
“Nope.” You popped the “P” and Grayson gave you a skeptical look, “Why not?”
“I don’t tell anyone my name. You can call me Kayla if you’d like. Even Charlotte, but I’m not telling you my name.” You said simply and folded your hands as Grayson looked at you with interest. “Hm, Okay. Then I’m not telling you about my tattoos.”


“Fine by me.”
“Good.”

“So, what’s a pretty, young lady like yourself doing in this crappy motel?”
“I could ask you the same. You don’t look like you’d be one to stay in a place like..this.” You replied as Grayson turned to look at you. He placed his hands onto his hips and tilted his head. “Can you just answer one of my questions with a straight answer for once?”
“Can you?” You teased and he rolled his eyes. “Yes, Yes I can. Now answer my question.”

“I like to travel.” You explained simply. Grayson nodded and licked his lips before walking over to his side of the bed. You scooted over a bit, patted his side and gave him a flirty smile as if to say “come on in”
He pulled the covers off before sitting down and turning his hips so he could place the blanket over himself. He laid his head down by the pillow next to you and sighed. “It’s pretty cold, isn’t it?”
“Don’t even try.”
You both laughed into the darkness of the room, and once it died down you were both left in a strangely comfortable silence. Most people hated silence, but not you, you actually enjoyed them. You enjoyed the warmth of companionship, rather than the noise of chattering incessantly as you both laid on your backs, staring at the ceiling above you.

You turned your head to look at Grayson, only to find that he was staring back at you. “Your name’s Grayson, right?” You asked and he nodded. “I believe I met your brother, Ethan.” You said and Grayson smiled. “Oh really?”
“Yep, and he’s quite a catch.” You joked and gave Grayson a flirty wink. “Gross.” He muttered and turned his head as you laughed.
You both stared up at the ceiling, until you broke the silence, “I’ve answered your question, now you answer mine. Why’re you here?”


“Same reason as you.”


“Explain,”


“I like to travel. I’ve been everywhere.” Grayson responded and gave you a glance as you propped yourself up on your elbows besides him. “Really? Everywhere?”
“Yep.”
“Well so have I. So tell me Grayson, how come we’ve never ran into eachother until tonight.” You inquired and raised an eyebrow. Grayson gave you a careless shrug and weak smile. “Because fate didn’t want us to.” He answered. “And what’s that mean?”
“Whatever you want it to mean, miss no-name.”
“Ah, so your brother did tell you about meeting me.” You smiled at Grayson and he nodded. “He also told me how beautiful you looked. Now I see why he said it.” Grayson said which made you shift your body so you were laying back down. “Me? Beautiful? Not in a million years.” You responded and Grayson scoffed. “Baby, your looks could kill.” Normally you would be standoff-ish to the name “baby”
You hated when men called you it because you weren’t theirs and they had no right to give you such a pet-name. But when it left Grayson’s lips, you felt a somewhat warmth grow in your heart. It was as if he activated something deep inside of you, but you pushed away the thought and continued,
“Well, look who’s talking.” You replied with a small smirk. “Oh! Is that a compliment I hear?” Grayson teased you and you shrugged. “Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. You can decide that for yourself.” You smiled coyly as Grayson nodded. “I’m gonna go with compliment because I like when you compliment me.”
“Modest are we? Do you like it when other woman compliment you?”
“Jealous are we? I said I like it when YOU compliment me. I never mentioned anything about other women.” Grayson shot back, which made you shrug. “Maybe I am jealous. What’re you gonna do about it?” You retaliated and Grayson sat up. “What do you want me to do?” He asked you and you sat up as well.

Kiss me.”

There was no lie, you and Grayson were definitely attracted to eachother. You barley knew anything about eachother but it was enough, you thought he was sexy and intriguing and you wanted to know more.
He found you mysterious and beautiful, elegant and curios.
This was more than just a sexual attraction, but you two didn’t know it yet. It was about time one of you made a move, so as your lips clashed together, he cupped the side of your cheek, his rough thumb grazing your soft skin making your breath hitch.


His tender lips made gentle contact with yours, you moved together in sync. Grayson pulled away, tilted his head and licked his lips before brushing his lips against yours again. Your eyes fluttered at the feeling of his mouth on yours. It intoxicated you in ways it shouldn’t have, you felt attached to him. It was wrong. You needed to go. Run away, the only thing that you were good at.

This was love.

You closed your eyes, and returned the kiss, placing your slim arms around his neck. You drew yourself closer to bathe in his wondrous heat and energy. His fingers gently ran up and down your spine, coaxing shivers out of you. He leaned down, resting his forehead against yours. You watched breathlessly as his eyes studied yours with silent intensity. His warm breath ghosted across your face and your eyes blinked shut.

Fuck.


You were falling in love with just one kiss.




You woke up the next morning to Grayson’s snoring. You sat there and stared down at him, just watching him intently.
Probably feeling your eyes on him, he didn’t move, suspicious of the fact that he was being watched. His eyes slide open a fraction of a millimeter and he scanned the immediate area before yawning softly. His hazel eyes fluttered shut and he grumbled something that you couldn’t hear.


He stirred besides you, rolling onto his opposite side, facing away from you. You allowed your eyes to wander over the flesh of his defined back, his back muscles prominent as the sunlight shone on it.
Without thinking, you reached out and ran your dainty, index finger over it, feeling the heat of his tan skin against the pad of your finger.
You traced his muscles and faded scars, before he muttered something under his breath making you halt your movements. “Baby, keep doing that.” He mumbled and your eyebrows raised slightly. “This..?” You questioned and continued to run your fingers along the skin of his back. “Mmhm.” Grayson hummed. You didn’t know why you were doing this, or why you continued to do it even when Grayson caught you. But you knew that you liked the feeling. The feeling of waking up next to him, feeling that coursed throughout your body when he called you “baby.”

Your thumb skimmed over one of his many birthmarks, and then halted as you neared his back dimples. Your fingers lightly grazed them before sliding up and down his muscular back. You heard his snores once again, meaning he was asleep.
You drew your hand away, and slowly crept out of bed, careful not to wake Grayson up.

Your older brother, Jake, was a hard worker, he worked about 3 jobs a day and didn’t come home until 3 am, he got only a few hours of sleep before he had to get up and work again. But he provided for you both, he even had made a bank account for you and himself. Your account was for when you’d go to college, that obviously didn’t work out so you’ve been using the money for your travelings.
You weren’t an idiot, you saved your money and didn’t buy useless items. You solely focused on food, clothes and your phone. That was all you needed, well, all you thought you needed.
You searched through your backpack for some clean clothes and since the motel didn’t have a good quality shower, you decided to just strip out of your clothes and shower later.
You peeled off your top, and got rid of your tights.
As you tucked away your old clothes you heard the bed sheets shuffle, and Grayson’s raspy voice. “I could get used to this.” He muttered as he rubbed his knuckles into his eye, a small smile creeping onto his face. “Well don’t.” You answered simply as you put on a fresh, clean shirt. “I’m surprised you’re not mad.” Grayson yawned as you put on a skirt, tucking the hems of your shirt into it. “What do you mean?” You inquired as you pulled on some knee-high sheer black socks onto your legs. “Well, We’re strangers and I was just watching you almost strip down butt-naked.” Grayson replied and sat up. “I wouldn’t say we’re strangers. More like..very close acquaintances.” You gave him a sly smile as you tied your hair into a sloppy bun that was perched onto the top of your head. “Mm.” Grayson hummed and ran a hand through his messy hair that rested onto his forehead, crazy brown curls and waves that looked effortlessly gorgeous. “Hey, what did you mean by, “don’t get used to it?” Are you getting a new room or something?“ Grayson questioned you as you unplugged you phone from its charger. “I’m leaving.”
“What? Why?” Grayson shifted his hips off the bed and stood up, his boxers hanging low on his waist which made you blush profusely. “I just can’t stay here.” You muttered as you zipped up your bag. “Give me a good reason as to why you won’t stay.” Grayson grabbed your shoulder and spun you right around to face him. You scoffed and folded your arms, raising an eyebrow. “Okay, the showers. They don’t work, I can’t live with poor hygiene.” You replied and Grayson sighed. “I guess that is a pretty good reason..” He mumbled and bit his lower lip. “Okay, but what about us?” He continued.
“Um, what about us? There is no "us”, Grayson.“ You answered and he tilted his head, giving you a look that said, "Oh really?”

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you didn’t feel anything last night. Completely ignore the fact that we’re strangers and tell me. Tell me you didn’t feel anything, no sparks, fireworks or none of that shit.”

“I didn’t feel anything last night.”

Lies.

Why are you lying to him Y/N?

Oh right, because you’re afraid to love him.

How pathetic..




“I feel like you’re lying.” Grayson followed you into the elevator and you sighed. “Why are you still going on about this, I told you. I felt nothing - It was just a one-time thing.” You answered and leaned forward to press the button to the first floor. “Don’t you have your brother to annoy or something?” You questioned, just as you did, you felt Grayson’s hand enclose around your wrist, gently yanking your hand away from the button. He pressed the red button, stopping the elevator and you looked up at him with wide eyes. “What the fuck, Gray?” You exclaimed and reached to press the “Call for help” button. Again, he yanked your hand away and pinned you against the wall. Lacing your hands with his, he held them up above your head as he hovered over you. His minty breath fanned over your lips as his bright eyes pierced right through you. “I’m going to be honest. I’m attracted to you and not just sexually. I like you. You’re the most gorgeous, intelligent woman I’ve ever had the pleasure to talk to.” Grayson said as you stopped your squirming beneath him. “W-what..?” You stammered as his face inched closer to yours. “I don’t care if you didn’t feel anything during that kiss because I did. And I know you did feel something because you didn’t fucking tell me to stop.” He whispered into your ear huskily. You shivered at his words and wreathed under him. “We did way more than kiss last night and you know it.”

“Grayson stop..” You whispered and he released his grip on your wrists.
“I’m leaving and that’s final.” You huffed and adjusted the straps of your backpack. “No, you’re just running because you’re afraid. I know you are.” Grayson spat. “You don’t know shit. You don’t even know my name.” You retaliated and pressed the button on the elevator, making it start up again.

“I don’t know your name? You sure about that, Y/N? Think again.” The elevator door opened and Grayson gave you a cold glare before exiting, leaving you standing there in complete shock. He fucking knew who you were..but how?

You shook your head and ran after him, “Hey!” You shouted as he began to chat with his twin brother. “Grayson!” You exclaimed. He turned as you stormed over to him. “How the hell, did you find out my name?” You hissed and jabbed your finger into his chest. “You told me.”
“What? No I…I…”
You trailed off as Grayson crossed his arms and watched you with intent. “Do you remember now?


“Hello?” You said as you answered the phone call from your older brother. “Hey, are you Jake’s sister?” A males voice could be heard from the other end and you nodded, “Yes I am, I’m Y/N. Is he okay?” You asked as you crooked a strand of hair behind your ear, growing more worried by the minute. “Uhm, I’m so sorry…he didn’t make it.”
“W-what? What do you mean..he didn’t make it?” You stammered. “He didn’t tell you he was sick?” The guy asked as tears began to well up in your eyes. “Sick? No, he’s never mentioned it..”
“You should come to the hospital, The doctors and I will explain everything.” The guy said. “I-I can’t. I’m only 15.” You muttered and wiped your tear stained cheeks. “I’ll come pick you up, where do you live?”
“How do I know I can trust you?” You asked. “Because, I’m your brother’s best friend.”

You told him your address and he was there in no more than 10 minutes. You hopped into the passengers seat and looked over at the guy driving. “I’m Gray. You’re not very familiar with me because your brother was very protective of you. You know that, anyways, he started having a really bad panic attack, so I took him to the hospital. The rest is for the doctors to explain.” He said and you nodded. “Is he really gone..?” You whispered. “..I can’t be the one to tell you that..”
However, that alone told you enough. He was gone. Your protecter and the only person you grew to love..was gone.

That was the night you ran.
The first time you ran away..ran away from Grayson.

He stood almost a foot away from you. He was standing with his hands in his hair. You didn’t know what you were doing, but you ran, away from him. You didn’t look back but you could hear him running after you. You weren’t exactly a slow runner, but compared to him, You were slow enough. Grayson reached for your shoulder but you shrugged him away and kept running.

He slowed down and stopped chasing you. At first he tried to move but then he stopped. You turned to look back and caught a glimpse of hurt in his eyes, maybe that’s the way someone looks when they’ve lost someone they loved dearly. You knew because it’s the exact same face you had on when the doctors told you the news. “Do whatever you want, but please don’t run,” he said suddenly. But that’s exactly what you wanted to do, run away from there. And there was no way Grayson would let you do that.

Then you ran, through the streets, as fast as you could and didn’t look back. Grayson didn’t stop you..at least until now


“I-I…” You stuttered. Grayson grabbed your hand and dragged you outside so no eyes would be on you. He pulled you into an empty alleyway and you just stood there, gawking at him. “So..you acted like you didn’t know me this whole time? Why would you do that?!” You exclaimed angrily. “Because! I wanted to see if you’d remember me! And maybe If I acted as someone new, you wouldn’t have run away. And I could’ve helped you.” Grayson explained. “Helped me with what?” You spat. “With love! You’re afraid to love Y/N! Ever since you lost your brother, you’ve closed off everyone in your life.”
“I didn’t have anyone in my life besides him..” You muttered.
“You had me..then you ran away.”

“And you let me.”

“I know. I hate myself for letting you go. But that’s in the past. We’re older and we’ve matured over years. You’re 21, you’re not going to run..right?” Grayson questioned. “Maybe I will.” You replied and Grayson sighed. “Back to square one..” He mumbled and you scoffed. “I’m leaving.” You walked past him, purposely bumping your shoulder into his as you strolled across the empty street.

“Why do you always fucking run away!? What are you so afraid of?!” Grayson suddenly shouted at you. You turned around and threw your arms in up the air.

“You! Don’t you get it? Im falling in love with you Grayson! That can’t happen!”

“Why are you so afraid of love? To be loved? To feel love? Just let me love you goddamn it! Don’t you see? I fucking have feelings for you and you have them too! You cant fucking run away again. I won’t fucking let you!”

Watch me.”

Unexpectedly, Grayson began to run. Run after you, he was much more faster, but so were you. However when he placed his hand on your shoulder, this time you didn’t shrug it away. He spun you right around in his arms and tugged you against him.
Cupping your face with his large hands, he bent down and pressed his plump lips to yours. Almost immediately, your arms latched around his neck to pull him down closer.

This feeling was strange; it stretched throughout your entire body. It was overwhelming, yet it made you feel complete. It felt as if someone’s finally given you peace. It felt as if your heart was dancing around your chest; and a hole, you were never aware was there, was filled.
It was frightening even – how you could go from someone being a complete stranger, to then being completely infatuated by them and all their wonders.
Were you two ever strangers? You didn’t know. Maybe Grayson was right. Fate didn’t want you two to meet again until now. But now you’re so glad that you’ve been reunited, even if it was in a way you weren’t expecting. You didn’t care.
You felt something you haven’t felt in a long time, and that was love.

As your lips danced with Grayson’s, you grabbed his hand and held it up against your chest. He felt the quickening beat of your heart against his palm and you felt his smile etch upon his face. You couldn’t fight off the smile that grew on your own as Grayson reciprocated your movements. You felt his heart thump in and out of your chest and you blushed. Suddenly he broke the kiss, both of your hands still over eachother’s hearts as you caught your breaths.

His body was warm and toned as he hugged you, comforting to his touch. His voice was deep, with an serious tone. His lips brushed your ear as he spoke, “I really do love you.”

“Teach me.” You whispered.
“What?” Grayson asked. “How to love, It’s been so long..” You mumbled and looked away. Grayson’s finger hooked under your chin and he tilted your head up so your glossy eyes met his. “Let me show you.”




The rough pads of his long fingers softly trailed down your spine, you could hear the electricity cackling as he did so and it made you shiver.  As his plump lips pressed against your exposed neck, your eyes fluttered shut, allowing Grayson to do what he wanted with you.


Vacancy was lit, the guests were checking in
The concierge was cold
The water pipes had mold all over them


You pushed your hair back, and tilted your neck, giving Grayson the access he needed. His fingers slowly gripped the hem of your shirt, and raised it off of your body, his fingers raking against your skin as he did so, leaving a tingling sensation when they left. Your mouth fell agape once his lips softly sucked on a spot right above your breast. Your head fell back as you gripped onto his biceps for support. Satisfied with his mark, Grayson began to rid himself of his own shirt, revealing his marvelous chest to you.

Oh..he definitely glowed up from the last 6 years.

You sucked your lower lip under your teeth as your hands trailed up and down his chiseled body, feeling the heat of his skin beneath your palms as you did so. Grayson suddenly grabbed your hands and kissed you softly. His teeth grazed your bottom lip and you moaned once he bit it gently. He suddenly pulled away and walked behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you up against him. He held your hips steadily as he softly peppered your shoulders in loving kisses.


The room was fit for two
The bed was left in ruins
The neighbor was knocking, yeah
But no one would let him in


One inhale of his cologne made you want to immediately turn around. His right hand dropped to your thigh, pulling up the skirt that hung so loose just above your knees. You couldn’t move even if you tried, like his fingers had short circuited your mind in the best possible way. He turned you around and suddenly the atmosphere changed completely. His usually bright, hazel eyes were darkened with lust and he lifted you right off your feet, carrying you towards the bed, letting you fall with a soft bounce on the mattress. “Ow! Grayson! You know the motel’s mattresses feel hard as hell..” You muttered and frowned. He gave you a smile and weak shrug before you two locked eyes for just a moment, just enough for you to feel safe with one another. Then he was all business, undoing your skirt, pulling it off, kissing from your toes upward, slowly, his hands on your legs, always just little higher than the kisses. Your back arched in anticipation, knowing where his fingers would soon reach.


Touch me, yeah
I want you to touch me there
Make me feel like I am breathing
Feel like I am human


Your head rocked back against the pillow as he did, the moan escaping your lips faintly.

This wasn’t the first time a man had touched you there, but the way Grayson did left your toes curling and your back arching off the bed out of pleasure.
There was something about him that lit you up from the inside, but there was something about you that melted his confidence to nothing at all. Touching him was like a privilege only you had access to, and fuck..you were so glad you had that privilege.
He looked up at you with hooded eyes and smiled, his fluffy hair slipping from between your fingers as he kissed back up your body.


Dancing through the night
A vodka and a sprite
A glimpse of the silhouettes
A night that they’d never forget


He entwined you in a kiss, and then he was inside, drastically changing your breathing with every thrust, hearing your moans timed to his body. His thrusts were slow but deep, rough but passionate. It left you wanting more. You needed more.
Then all at once he stopped and kissed from your breasts to your stomach, his hands light, then he was licking and using his fingers all at once, watching your reaction with a smirk, feeling how your legs moved, watching your body writhe.

Touch me, yeah
I want you to touch me there
Make me feel like I am breathing
Feel like I am human
Touch me, yeah
I want you to touch me there
Make me feel like I am breathing
Feel like I am human



His skilled tongue flicked in and out of you, “You’re gonna beg for it.” He mumbled against you, making you elicit a moan due to the vibrations he sent throughout your body. “Want it?”
You could barely articulate a response, so you moaned again and in seconds he was inside of you once more.

He was fucking you harder, just long enough to make you cry out in pleasure, then stopping. If it’s begging he wants, he’s gonna have to stop long enough for your brain to catch up first. He stared down at you, his hair dangling as he breathed in short, ragged breaths. “Please..please keep going.” You panted.


She sought death on a queen-sized bed
And he had said, “Darling, your looks can kill
So now you’re dead”


Grayson pressed a sloppy, appreciated kiss to your jaw before pulling out and slamming back in again. His name left your lips in a yelp as he continued with his fast movements.

Burying his head into the cranny of your neck, his bit down on your shoulder as he ground his pelvis into yours relentlessly.

The cool room felt hot. It was hard to hold back, to make the moment last as long as possible. That was obviously what Grayson was trying to do. You were caught between the intoxication of the climax and an exhilarating feeling you never wanted to end.


Touch me, yeah
I want you to touch me there
Make me feel like I am breathing
Feel like I am human
Touch me, yeah
I want you to touch me there
Make me feel like I am breathing
Feel like I am human
Again


Unfortunately it did, and you and Grayson were left panting, sweaty and all.
“Did I show you well?”

“You showed me better than anyone else could, Gray.”




“I’m coming! Jesus, don’t get your panties in a twist.” You muttered as you hopped into the passengers seat of Grayson’s Bronco. He cocked an eyebrow and slid down the waistband of his shorts a bit, revealing the top of his Tommy Hilfiger boxers. “I don’t see any panties, baby girl.” He teased and you rolled your eyes. “I don’t see any either.” You replied as you peaked into the hem of your shorts. Grayson’s eyebrows rose as you laughed. “Kidding!” You explained and he let out a relieved sigh. “Good, because then we were going to have to cut this road trip short if you weren’t.”

“I’m glad we’re doing this.” You suddenly spoke as he started up his car. “It’s about time we went back home.” You mumbled as he soothing rubbed your thigh, his deft fingers massaging the skin their softly. “We don’t have to go back if you’re not ready..” He said and you looked back at him, smiling brightly. “No, I want to. I’m not going to run away anymore. You’ll be with me every step of the way.” You nodded your head and Grayson flashed you a handsome smile. “I love you.” He kissed your hand and you reciprocated the
action, “And I love you, babe.”


xxx

Captain America Imagine - Jealousy

Author’s Note: I’m finally getting some time to write requests. They’re closed until I’ve written a few of them because I have over 100. Enjoy!

Your P.O.V.

My life had been a roller coaster ride ever since I had joined the Avengers. I bumped into them in New York during the chitauri attack as I used my abilities to help innocent people. During the fight, I met Captain America who introduced me to Tony Stark aka Iron Man. It didn’t take long until I was part of the team.

Now I was casually walking across the kitchen in the Avenger’s secret base. It wasn’t too secretive since a few people had already discovered it. My own apartment got destroyed in New York so now I lived here permanently. Tony had gotten me a big room with almost everything I could think of. 

I was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a green tank top. My hair was in a messy ponytail and I didn’t have much make-up on. It was still early and I would workout to stay fit. I just leaned against the counter as I waited for my coffee. That’s when the doors opened and Thor walked in. 

‘‘Good morning Y/N’‘ He smiled warmly and walked over to me. ‘‘Morning’‘ I chirped rather happily. We were good friends. Another person walked in and I learned it was Steve. He was wearing a white T-shirt and sweatpants. I couldn’t help but to blush slightly as I saw him so I looked away, focusing on Thor. Little did they know I had feelings for Steve. It hurt because I feared he saw me as just a friend.

‘‘Did you sleep well?’‘ Thor wanted to know as he opened the fridge, the yellow light illuminating his bearded face, making his blue eyes stand out. ‘‘If you consider two hours of sleep well then yes’‘ I sighed and then glanced at Steve. He caught me looking at him which made me a little nervous. 

I hated this feeling. We were very close and now I was avoiding him. I believed it was for the best but it ached my heart, a lot

‘‘Did you sleep well?’‘ I asked Thor his own question. He grabbed the milk and then he stopped to think. ‘‘I did. But I had this strange dream..’‘ The God of Thunder muttered the last words underneath his breath. It filled me with curiosity and confusion.

   So Thor and I chatted for a while, mostly about his dreams until he left the kitchen. I was alone with Steve. My heart began beating harder as I tried to pour myself a cup of coffee. My hands were trembling and I almost spilled it on the marble counter. Apparently he wanted coffee too so soon he was beside me and my entire body was tense.

‘‘You’re avoiding me, Y/N’‘ Steve stated the obvious. He was standing beside me so I couldn’t leave. Great, just great! I could tell he was hurt and angry by the way he spoke and of course, I felt guilty. ‘‘Why would you think so?’‘ I pretended to be innocent which was a foolish thing to do. Steve sighed and put his cup down harshly. I grew so nervous that I sipped my coffee so I wouldn’t have to speak.

‘‘We’re still able to be friends even if you have found someone’‘ He told me almost sadly. His words made me swallow my coffee quickly, nearly choking in process. That’s when I put my cup away as well, shocked he thought I had found someone. As I faced Steve, I could tell he seemed jealous.

‘‘Steve, I-I haven’t found anyone’‘ I whispered, realizing now that I had made a mistake by ignoring him. It just made me feel stupid and cruel. ‘‘You don’t have to lie to me’‘ He mumbled, his voice deep and raspy. ‘‘Is it Thor?’‘ He continued, once again surprising me. I shook my head no, too dazed to even form words. This situation didn’t even feel real.

How could I tell him that I didn’t want anyone else than him without ruining our friendship?

‘‘Steve, listen to me’‘ I sighed and felt a knot in my stomach. My nerves were beginning to burn as I prepared myself for whatever would happen. Steve’s bright eyes were locked with mine and he nodded although he didn’t seem too happy. ‘‘I’m sorry I ignored you. It’s just that..’‘ I attempted to finish my sentence but the meaningful words got lost in my throat.

Steve raised his eyebrow at me, almost curiously. By now, my cheeks were warming up and my heart rate was dangerously high. ‘’I have these thoughts, I guess’’ I chuckled lightly, still not ready to face the truth. ‘’What do you mean?’’ He asked me softly, his grumpiness slowly fading away. 

‘‘Fine, please don’t judge me if you don’t feel the same way but I like you and I was just scared to ruin what we have- yeah’‘ I pushed all the words out of my mouth and as I finished, I felt both relieved and anxious. At first, I was too scared to face him. But as I did, I noticed how surprised he seemed. Steve’s lips were parted and he was holding his breath. 

Tears stung my eyes and I looked away, ashamed I just said what I had. ‘’That’s..’’ Steve tried to answer but he choked on his words. ‘’I’m sorry’’ I whispered and inhaled a deep, shaky breath. ‘’No! No, it’s amazing’’ Steve admitted happily and I felt his hands grabbing mine. My eyes widened and I faced the man in front of me, pondering whether this was a dream or not.

‘‘Wait, what?’‘ I asked him quietly. Steve glanced at my lips and then he looked deeply into my eyes. ‘‘I like you too, more than a friend. I was afraid you had found someone else and that’s why you had ignored me’‘ He let me know his honest thoughts. It was way too good to be true. 

My body was filled with joy and a tingly sensation covered my lips. I was ecstatic by this new information I heard. Happily, I stepped on the tip of my toes and cupped Steve’s face, feeling his short stubble beneath my sensitive skin. His hands moved to my face and he held my jaw gently as his other hand held the back of my head.

Then our lips crashed together, molding perfectly against each other. By now, my entire body felt like a shaken bottle of soda. His warm lips felt amazing against mine. I tilted my head slightly to deepen our nervous yet passionate kiss. Then we parted, staring into each other’s eyes once again.

‘‘I have waited a long time to do that’‘ Steve admitted, his cheeks having a pinkish tint on them. He was a true gentleman and it just melted my heart. As I opened my mouth to answer him, someone else spoke up.

‘‘Finally! God! I have been betting high bets with people about whether you’d finally confess your feelings to one another this month or not’‘ Tony’s voice was loud and it alarmed everyone. Both Steve and I turned to look at Tony who had seen everything and now he had a sly smile on his face. I couldn’t help but to blush a little bit.

‘‘Did it happen?’‘ Natasha yelled from the living room and I heard footsteps coming closer. Of course, how typical of them. I glanced at Steve who offered me a smile as his hand lowered to touch my shoulder so he could keep me close. ‘‘Thanks Tony’‘ I sighed but failed to conceal my happy smile. 

I guess mornings weren’t that bad after all. 

Take It or Leave It 3

I’m just saying another huge thank you for all the support I’ve gotten off this story so far and I really hope you enjoy this. 

Also: Pairings. I’m not 100% what pairing this may end up with so please let me know. I’ve received a couple of Tony x reader thoughts but I’m not sure what I’m really doing with their relationship yet. I’m happy with writing any pairing or maybe no pairing? Idek, help me out pleaseee!

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Originally posted by timeout

You walked into work with a nod to the girls at the reception desk who smiled back at you. There was no one at work who flat out hated you to your knowledge. You mean, sure there were a couple you didn’t get along with but that was to be expected; because everyone had that, no matter who they were. You passed Paulina on your way and she gave you a grimace. 

Jogging back you caught her arm. “Hey, Paulina, what’s up?” 

“It’s Harvey. You’re late and there was a first thing meeting this morning with one of his clients: Washington Oil.” 

“Shit.” You muttered. Harvey Scott, the man who hired you, Senior Partner at Hughes and Wood, was… well… Harvey was Harvey. Best closer in New York, loyal, always there, stubborn, secretly cares but never shows it unless he trusts, trustworthy, dependable, blunt, smart and he was one hell of a poker player.

“You’re his secretary slash my best friend can’t you help a girl out?” She gave you a look.

“I already have.” Paulina, the stunning redhead, told you before walking off.

Groaning, you hurried the rest of the way to your office only to see Harvey sat there, in your chair, facing away from you.

He spoke simply. “It’s 8:30. That’s half an hour after you have to be here. And an hour after when you should be here.” 

“Okay, Harvey, since when did we use a time clock?” You joked as you plopped your bag by your desk and hung up your coat.

“What are the new Oil transportation laws instated?” He stood up.

You shook you head and moved around to your chair. “Oh they’re nothing; they’re just a nuisance.” 

“Andrew Washington wanted to know about them because he was worried about them.”

You leant back in the chair as Harvey circled to the front of your desk. “Then tell him that he doesn’t need to worry because it’s just another form he has to fill out.” 

“What I’m worried about is that I could have told him that in the meeting, had you been there. This morning. At 8.”

“But I checked the calendar! There was nothing on this morning.” You reached for your phone to double check.

“I know. It was spontaneous. And I was there. And you? You were not there.” Harvey stopped and paced slightly. “Did you hear me when I told you to get your shit together?”

You looked at him ludicrously. “Of course I listened and that’s why I’m late this morning.”

“Being late is not getting your shit together.” He picked up a file only to slam it down. “Get it through your head. We’ve just been under attack as a firm and the world knows it. We’re weak, Y/N, and in the law of the jungle the weak get eaten.”

You sighed and spun slightly on your chair. “Look Harvey, I’m sorry about being late this morning. If you’d just ease up and let me explain…”

Ease up!?” Okay, wrong thing to say. “You’re telling me to ease up!? You’re telling me to ease up when our clients might be leaving? That’s right, David Houston might be leaving me. People don’t leave me!”

You blinked rapidly. “I, I just…”

“ENOUGH!”

You stood up from your chair sharply and Harvey took a step back. “No! Enough you, Harvey! You want to know why I was late! I was signing on fourteen new clients this morning. One of which is corporate. So before you go telling me what to and not to do, make sure you know the damn facts.” 

“Y/N, look, I’m sorry. I-”

You gave a slight smile. “Harvey, it’s fine, I understand. I’ll try to be on time next time but right now, I have so much paperwork-”

“That’s generally what happens when you take on 14 clients.” Harvey sarcastically said as he hovered by the door to leave.

Childishly you poked your tongue out at your mentor. Checking to make sure no one could see, he pulled a silly face back at you. You smirked before flicking on the computer. You logged on and immediately started going through procedure and checking your work email. A knock on the glass wall of you office made you jump. You looked up to see the delivery man at the door, which happened seldom to not at all as the receptionists brought around any mail or parcels.

“Hi? Can I help you?” You stood up to walk over when you saw the flower bouquet in his hands. “I’m sure you know it’s not Valentine’s Day nor my birthday.” 

The delivery guy, Robert, smiled. “I’m well aware Miss L/N, but this was left downstairs for you.”

You looked at him oddly and spotted Paulina watching from the corner of your eye. “Thanks for bringing them up for me, Robert.” 

He nodded and disappeared off again. You studied the bouquet in your hands as Paulina slid gracefully through the door. “I know you can pull anyone but the delivery guy? He’s way out of your league, honey.” 

Laughing at the jab you place the bouquet in a vase you kept in the cupboard in your desk for certain situations. “Apparently they were left for me at the front desk.” You removed the decorative wrapping and gently put the flowers in the vase. 

“Ohhh, so Y/N has a secret admirer? Okay, we both know it’s not Jim from accounting.” She grinned before coming up for a closer look. Paulina looked at them before plucking something out. “Ah ha!”

In her hand was a small slip of paper which you were quick to snatch before opening it.

Hi Bunny, 

The team wanted to say thank you for helping us out and we both know that you office is way to aesthetically perfect so we decided to send flowers. And when I say decided I mean Red said to. Hermione agreed and the guys don’t understand the female mind so then agreed with them.

I was going to send carrots but Legolas said it was too far.

-T

You smiled at the note quietly and grabbed a photo holder to put the note in and placed it next to the flower neatly.

“Y/N, this is gossip time. Because I understood none of that and you’re smiling.” Her hand were on her hips, showcasing the raspberry dress she was wearing.

“Paulina. I’d love to but I can’t I have too much paperwork-” 

“Then I’ll go and grab my laptop and join you here.” 

As much as you dearly loved your friend, she was so stubborn. You tapped away with your case, adding all the new information to the system and going through any and every paper piece of evidence Tony had given you to make a head start on it. True to her word, Paulina came back with her laptop and sat with you in your Senior Associate office and listened as you explained as much of the story as you could. She was a great listener, only talking when she didn’t understand something or offering drink breaks. Several hours later you had finally explained everything between breaks, hot beverages, pastries, toilet breaks and work.

“So let me sum this up for me. You’re now the official attorney for the Avengers, the corporation and them themselves, to help with the Sokovia Accords and to make sure half of them don’t end up in deeper trouble.” By now, sushi lunch was sprawled out across you desk. You were a huge foodie and there was this one sushi bar that was only a couple blocks over and was incredible.

You nodded, covering your mouth with your chopsticks. “In a nutshell.” 

“Damn. Can you get me an autograph or 14?” She joked and you laughed quietly. 

“Sorry, no can do.” 

She’s groaned dramatically. Paulina flopped back in her chair, hand splayed across her forehead. Rolling your eyes, you tapped quickly away at you computer because, at last, you were almost done. Paulina, knowing the signs of you almost finishing, began a countdown.

“10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3…2..1.” 

“DONE!” You shouted and spun a full circle in your chair, arms above your head in triumph. 

You laughed happily and Paulina stood up and told you that she was going back to her desk outside Harvey’s office. Finally, it had taken you a good six hours to do all of the work and now you were chuffed that you had it done. You glanced at your phone to see that you had missed calls from Tony. Moving around your desk to shut the door, you tapped the redial button and moved the phone to your ear, pinning on your shoulders. The dial tone played as you started to move onto drafts of potential needed documents so you wouldn’t have to do them in a rush. 

“Tony Stark speaking.” 

“Tony, it’s me.”

“Hi me, I’m Tony.” 

“Tony.” You warned with a roll of your eyes; You could hear the smirk in his voice. “You rang.” 

“I did. Ross showed up with his attorney.” You immediately stopped what you were going and grabbed the phone before placing it on speaker on you desk.

“What! Please tell me you didn’t say anything.” 

I didn’t no. Romanoff and Barton took care of it with the odd sentence from other people.” 

You swore under your breath as Harvey strolled into your office, file in hand. You motioned zipping his lips and nodded; he closed the door and said nothing as he sat in front of your desk. 

“Were they diplomatic about it?” Your fingers were crossed.

“As much as they could be, being them.” Harvey stared at you in shock he began mouthing at you. Is that..?

You nodded and motioned for him to shut up. “I need you to give me details, Tony; I can’t work on kinda diplomatic.” 

“I’ll have FRIDAY send over a recording and transcript.” 

Sent to Bunny, sir.” FRIDAY’s voice chimed in the background. 

“Seriously Tony! You’re AI is in on it too?” You leant back in exasperation of your friend and client. 

“That’s irrelevant. Are you coming back later?” 

“Of course.”  You had nodded before then realising he couldn’t see it.

“See ya later, carrot hater!” 

Shaking you head with a smile, you replied. “In a while, Mr Senile!” 

“Hey!” He objected but you had already ended the call.

Harvey sort of just stared at you. “Since when was Tony Stark been your client?” 

You looked at him weirdly. “Since I got here almost, along with representing Stark Industries.” 

“So let me guess, those fourteen clients weren’t any random fourteen.” He gave you ‘the Harvey Scott look’, as you and Paulina jokingly called it.

“Not really.”  

“Damn, now I almost feel bad about getting angry at you.” 

You snorted and span your chair. “No, you don’t.” 

He nodded and stood up. “You’re right, I don’t because if I did, it would mean I cared about you.” 

You gasped in mock hurt and grabbed you coat and bag. “Paulina and I both know you care about me really.”

“Whatever you say, kid.”

You got into the elevator and headed down, to meet Rae who was Harvey’s driver. In these situations you generally just trusted Harvey as to where you were going because most of the time, it was to a client and today was no different as you pulled up at Washington Oil’s headoffices thirty minutes later. You and Harvey discussed a brief plan on how to talk to Andrew Washington in the elevator’s rise up. When you did eventually step up, it wasn’t what you were expecting. 

Andrew Washington was there, but so was a young boy with red puffy eyes and a box of tissues by his side. 

When Andrew saw you, he stood up and moved away from the boy to talk to you. “I’m afraid business is going to have to wait. I know you don’t do pro bono cases but I need you to do this. His… his parents, my brother and sister in law, they were killed by a drunk driver.” 

Involuntarily, you sucked a sharp breath in. “How old is he? You nephew.” Your chest was constricting rapidly. 

“He’s twelve. He’s going to be staying with me from now on.” 

“Of course. We’ll make an exception.” Harvey was glancing wearily at you as you stuttered into a walk towards the boy.

In front of him, you crouched down to be level. “Hi there, I’m Y/N. I’m here to he-”

“To help me. Yeah, I get it.” The boy sniffled. 

You let out a small chuckle. “What’s your name?” 

“Toby, but Uncle Andrew calls me Tobias.”

“So, Toby, what’s your favourite ice cream?” You asked and adjusted your feet under you.

“I don’t see how that’s relevant.” 

“It’s absolutely relevant.” You replied. “Ice cream has special properties to make you feel better.“ 

"I don’t believe you.” Toby pouted petulantly. 

You put on a grin. “When you come over our office, there’ll be ice cream waiting for you.”

“Strawberry.” He said quietly and you knew you had gotten somewhere. 

“Hey, little man!” Harvey came over to join the pair of you and sat next to Toby on the sofa. “We’re not going to pressure you into talking but when you’re ready, let Uncle Andrew know and then he can tell us.” He glanced at you and looked terrified. 

You nodded encouragingly. “We’ll see you soon, Toby, okay?" 

The young boy nodded. You glanced at Andrew Washington and he nodded to Harvey. They had obviously done all the technicalities whilst you had been talking to the boy. Your heart swelled slightly at the thought he was doing this case so you didn’t have to do it by yourself. So you brought it up on the way back to headquarters.

“Thank you, Harvey, for this.” You were studiously looking out of your window on the left hand side. It was practically a religion that the pair of you always sat in the back and on the left and he sat on the right.

“It’s what we do, Y/N, you know that.” He replied quietly.

“Have I told you the real reason I wanted to become a lawyer?” You moved away from the window to look at him.

“Once or twice.”

You smiled slightly. “Three’s a charm. I wanted to become a lawyer because my parents were killed by a drunk driver when I was only 10. My grandma took me in but it always hard having to explain to other people why I didn’t have parents. The lawyer who was in charge of our case didn’t give a damn, I could tell, and that’s why I wanted to become a lawyer; so it didn’t happen to other people who needed help.” 

Harvey turned to look you in the eye. “You’ve definitely helped more than enough people to make up for what he did. You’re a damn good lawyer.” 

You smiled. “But not as good as you.” 

Harvey chuckled. “That goes without saying.”

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New Girl At School (part 1)

Summary: Being Tony Stark’s daughter you can’t say no when he tells you transfer to Midtown Highschool so that you can keep an eye on Spiderman and help him out if needed, but what nobody plans if for a crush to grow.
Pairing: Peter Parker X Stark!Reader
Warning: (there may be some spoilers, I’ll try not to but this was inspired after watching Spiderman Homecoming.) 
A/N: I told myself not to start another series until I finished one but the idea came and my fingers started typing. XD

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Originally posted by dayaholics

“You want me to transfer schools? It’s my junior year!” you say looking at your dad suprised. 
“Look. Parker is a great kid, infact he just saved his city, but I feel like he needs a little extra. Support. And who would I trust more to do that than my own daughter?” he says gladly pointing towards you. You sighed as you shook your head. 
“There’s no way I’m getting out of this am I?” you ask 
“Nope, I already sent in the paperwork. You start once summer is over.” Tony states smiling. 
“Fine.” you say running up the stairs and into your room. 

After softmore year is over, and summer XD (no clue what to write there)

You sighed as you climbed out of the car, looking up at the rundown highschool that was infront of you. 
“Are you sure you will be okay here Miss Stark?” Happy asks making you roll your eyes. 
“I’m sure I’ll be fine.” you state, making Happy just smile and nod. 
You started to walk towards the run down building not making it very far before you heard Happy yelling “Y/n! Mr Stark just texted me! He said that he’ll be picking you up after school.” you turn around only to see everybody looking at you, you nodded at Happy than turned around making your way into the school. 

You walked into your classroom and walked over to the teacher
“Hi I’m Y/n Stark, I’m new to this school.” you state making the teacher nod. 
“Well welcome to Midtown High, you can sit next to Mr Parker.” she says pointing towards a boy who had his head on the desk infront of him. 

Peter’s POV:
Once he heard his name Peter looked over at his teacher, to see a girl with y/h/l y/h/c hair done up in a stylish pony tale. Her y/e/c flashed towards him making him look back down at his desk. She quietly walked over to the desk next to his and sat down. 
“Hi I’m Y/n.” she states making Peter look over at her again. She smiled and waved, 
“H_hi, I’m Peter.” he says cursing himself because his voice came out sounding a little shakey and suprised.
“Nice to meet you Peter.” Y/n says smiling at him, soon the bell rang and Peter kept stealing glances at Y/n whenever he could. She was extremely pretty, and Peter could already tell way out of his leauge. 
As soon as the bell rang Y/n jumped out of her seat and grabbed the books on her desk quickly speeding out.
That’s when Peter got a text

Mr Stark: Hey Kid, I was thinking we could meet up for lunch. Meet me outside, in the front of your school.

Peters eyes grew as he read the text. Mr Stark wanted to have lunch with him? Maybe his luck was changing. 

Y/N POV:
You pulled out your phone only to see a message from your dad, 

Irondad: Hey I’m going to introduce you and spiderboy at lunch today, so meet me outside in the front of your school.

You smiled than nodded. 
You had never actually met the person behind the mask of Spider-man, infact you had never met spiderman at all. Even if he was your father’s new prodigy, and now you couldn’t help but wonder who he was in your school? Had you already met him? While lost in your thoughts you didn’t notice the boy standing infront of you. 
“Hello?” he says causing your to look up at him, “I’m Flash and your Y/n Stark right?” he asks 
“Um_ yah I’m Y/n Stark.” you say nodding you turned to walk away but he just followed you. 
“So your dad is the Ironman?” he asks and you nod. You knew people like this they always say that they want to be your “friend” but in reality they just wanted to get close to your dad. “That must be so cool!” he says making you nod again. 
“Actually I need to get going, sorry.” you say before he could put in another word. 

Time Skip:
Peter’s POV:
Peter walked outside to see Tony waiting in his car, Peter climbed in than smiled. “Where are we going for lunch?” Peter asks happily. 
“Well we have to wait for somebody.” Tony says looking out the window. 
“Wait for somebody? Who else goes_” but before Peter could get his question out the door flung open and Y/n climbed in. 
“Hey sorry, I got a little lost.” she says looking over her eyes growing when they land on Peter. 

Y/n POV:
You looked over and saw the boy from your english class sitting next to you. But that meant that he was. “You’re spiderman?” you ask 
“Wait you_ who are you?” he asks looking over at Tony who just shrugged. 
“I’m Y/n.” you say gleefully although Peter’s expression of confusion didn’t change. “You know? Y/n Stark.” you state and Peter’s eye grow 2x their normal size. 
“Wait if your last name is Stark than. You mean this is?” he asks pointing towards Tony and you just nodded. “And she is your?” Peter asksing turning to look at Tony who just shrugged again. 

Peters POV:
Peter kept looking between Y/n and Tony, he was speechless, he had spent the entirety of English stealing glances at her, and trying to keep some sort of conversation going with her, and she had been Mr Stark’s daughter the entire time. If Mr Stark knew that Peter was admiring Y/n once she walked into his english class than he knew he would be a goner. 
“So where do you kids want to go for lunch?” Mr Stark asks happily.

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What I want from Lotor

I saw a screencap from the 80’s voltron where Lotor is told that he sucks at being evil.
I want Lotor to be the family disappointment. We haven’t heard of him, and (aside from shock factor and bringing up a new villain) that’s SUPER weird. Why would an emperor, who is practically immortal, not have his son as like his right hand man??
Because he’s a loser, an embarrassment, and he really sucks at taking over galaxies.

Lance gets captured by Lotor and ends up connecting with him on a personal level. “Yo I also feel useless and like a loser”
But then he convinces Lotor to join up with Voltron. Lotor has already seen the good that Voltron has done. Or rather, the damage to the empire they have done. So lance walks him through the worlds they’ve freed and makes it fucking personal.

“This Planet has adorable and welcoming people and the empire tried to blast them to bits.”
“These people were so intelligent and connected with nature that they were able to send distress signals and create technology out of plants. The empire was forcing them to build war machines.”
“The empire stole one space craft and damaged the other so badly that an entire race was unable to get off of their dying planet without our help.”

He forces Lotor to see them as sentient beings, as people. Lotor has never felt anything personal, other than the need to please his father because that’s what he was expected to do. And now, he has this lively prisoner not only refusing to break, but EXPECTING him to do better. Be better.

Lotor of course, rises to the challenge. It turns out that being good is much easier and comes with far less guilt than being evil.

And you could have a side of like, one-sided lancelot with v jealous keith if you wanted. Or, if Lotor has turned good then wholesome Lancelot is also good, i guess (klance is just my fave dudes)

Spitfire || Patrick Hockstetter

I wrote this in celebration of gaining 500 followers! Thank you for everyone who has followed me so far! If you wish, feel free to send in prompts or requests. I apologize for any grammar, spelling, or punctuation errors. I might continue this if you want!

Warnings: Nothing severe, Patrick not taking rejection as an answer. 


The citizens of Derry, Maine—[Name]’s new home—has deemed her family bizarre. But [Name] thought Derry was an odd place too, and it lingered with a stench of rotten meat and sulfur. Some about this small town in New England was revolting, and it was evident. Sometimes, it was the way parents treated the children, or perhaps the children themselves.

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Hello, I hope not to be annoying but I was wondering if you could do a BTS as jealous boyfriends? I love how you write ♡

thanks for the compliment and the request, anon! this kinda excited me. it’s not smutty but it is steamy. there’s a sprinkle of fluff to garnish. enjoy.

P.S. requests are never annoying. keep them coming.


BTS Reaction | To Someone Flirting With You |

Introduction: You’re at one of the hottest parties of the year with your boyfriend. What could go wrong? Apparently, your good-looking boyfriend noticing an equally good-looking man being a tad too friendly with you is what could go wrong. 

Jin

You don’t have much trouble finding Jin at the bar, his shoulders guide you to where he sat. As you flop into a stool next to him, he passes you a little glare. “You can’t trust men who flirt anymore these days.”

You smirk, knowing what this was all about. “Aren’t you a man who flirts, Jin?“

“Yes, but I’m me. I’m talking about other men.“ Jin swivels around in his chair to face the party behind you. He glares at the man who had been talking (a lit bit of flirting) with you most of the evening. “Especially, good-looking men. Other than me, of course.”

“Jin, you’re hilarious when you’re jealous.“

“Jealous? No way. Neither am I joking.“ He places a finger under your chin and moves your head so he can bore into your eyes. ”Men can be very smart when they want to. First they’ll say they just want to be friends. Next time you blink, you’ll be eating food cooked by another man.“ He sniffed in distaste as he caught another glimpse of the ‘other man‘.

You realize there’s a small possibility Jin might be drunk. “I promise I won’t eat food cooked by any man other than you, Jin.” You leaned forward and asked the bartender for some water. “Besides,” you swivel back to face him again. “He doesn’t like me that way.”

“AHA!” Jin exclaims, startling a few party-goers who had come for a drink. “He told you that, didn’t he! That weasel! Now, in a few days, he’ll call you, pretending he– “

“I meant- he probably doesn’t like me that way because he has…other preferences.“

Jin blinked. “Oh.” 

You shake your head. “You’re embarrassed now, aren’t you.“

“A little.“

You sigh as you sip your water. “Don’t worry. You’ll be fine tomorrow.”

Originally posted by blackandwhitebangtan

(have you ever noticed how beautiful his eyes are?)

Suga

The party is, as usual, boring Suga. Garish music and drunk people should amuse him, especially when he’s  the only one sober, but all he feels is a sense of distaste and pity. The only thing that proved a comfort to him as this one director yakked into his ear about his latest ‘masterpiece’, was you. Every time he felt the urge to tell the director what he really thought about his masterpiece, he would rake through the milling crowd to spot you. And when he did spot you, a shock would speed from his feet to his head, pulling the corners of his lips into a smile which he tried very hard to hide.

But this time, when he found you though the crowd, he did not smile at how hot you looked in that black outfit of yours, neither does he smile when he sees you laugh. All he can see is the other man with a hand on your upper arm. And believe he does not smile.

He’ll be at your side in an instant, face not betraying even a trace of the jealousy that boiled in his chest, and the bewilderment at his own reaction that simmered right underneath.

He slides a hand under your arm, holding your elbow with a gentlemanly ease that did not match up with the thoughts running through his head. “_______. We need to go now.“

You turn away from the man and smile at him. “Huh?”

“Someone from the studio called. We need to go.“ He fully ignores the man watching the both of you. Yoongi leans in and kisses you like nothing was wrong. “I think I left my jacket at the bar. Could you please get it for me?“

Still perplexed from the sudden kiss, you nod and head in the general direction he pointed at. He watches you walk away for a moment, fists deep in his pockets. When you’re appropriately out of sight, he turns towards the offender and pours every evil thought he’s had since he noticed him flirting with you into that single glare.

Truly, if looks could kill.

Later, when you walk outside with his jacket and find him waiting near the car, you can’t get a word in before he’s pulled you in for another kiss, this one longer and more frightening because of the sheer fervour behind it. When he finally allows you to breathe, all you can say is, “What on earth was that, Yoongi? I thought we had to–”

He’ll wrap his arms around you, tightly crushing you to him and murmur into your neck, “The things you make me do, _______.

Rest assured, you will not be using the bed to sleep tonight.

Originally posted by yoongight

Hoseok

Everyone knows him as the screaming ball of sunshine, but two things and only two things could bring out a different, unyielding Hobi. The first was dance, the second was you. Unfortunately, you discovered this the hard way.

When he sees the man flirting with you, and you ‘seemingly’ not declining him, he won’t step up and make a fuss. Neither will he make an excuse to get you away from the particular man. He’ll just step back, and arms crossed, one leg propped up on the wall, watch you from the shadows. Later, when you look around for him, it’s a shock when your eyes spot him half hidden in the corner, watching you search for him and yet not making a move.

When you ask him where he was, he’ll choose not to answer but to just grasp your hand in a way that promised many things. It doesn’t promise violence, or rage or even displeasure. It promised that something you felt when your favourite teacher gives you a bad grade, or chides you for talking in class. Except that in case of the teacher, this feeling did not send shivers through you, shivers that made you anticipate.

During the car ride home, he doesn’t say a word, but just keeps a hand over yours the whole time. Occasionally, when you reach a traffic light, he’ll take some time to sweep some hair behind your ear, deliberately letting his fingers brush the skin under your jaw, then letting them skim down your arm back to your hand. Everything he does heightens your senses and quickens your breath. By now, you’ve realized that you’ve done something wrong, but you can’t figure out what exactly you did, neither can you summon the will to ask him. He doesn’t look at you even once throughout the ride.

When you get home, he watches you as you take your coat off and hang it up. You decide to test the waters with a tentative, “Hobi?”

He sighs. Then he steps closer, letting his lips barely touch your forehead in a mockery of a kiss. “Jealousy doesn’t suit me. Please don’t ever let someone other than me flirt with you again.” You start with surprise as you realise the man at the party you don’t even know the name of is the cause behind Hobi’s sudden change. Or, you think to yourself, it could be the fact that you let him flirt with you even though you were with Hobi.

“Hobi, I shouldn’t have– I didn’t mean to–“

He breathes out, his breath gently stirring your hair among other things. “I know you didn’t mean to. I’m just…jealous. I’ll be fine tomorrow.“ Relief and longing almost makes you weak as he kisses you, hands in your hair. You inch closer to him, trying to initiate an appropriate end to all the brooding silences and loaded looks that passed tonight.

Keyword being trying. Hobi takes an abrupt step back and grins at your flushed skin. “Tomorrow, maybe. I was thinking I should sleep on the couch tonight.”

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Namjoon

The both of you walk to the car after what you deemed to be a nice bash.“That was a great party, wasn’t it?“

“Huh?“

“The party. Did you enjoy it?“

He sniffed, running a hand through his hair. “To be honest, no. Remind me never to bring you to a party with other men.“

Straight to the point. That’s Namjoon for you.

You laugh and clap your hands at his grumbling tone. “What? Kim Namjoon, are you telling me you’re jealous?! Is the sky falling?“

He threw his hands up and groaned. “I wish it would. Even that would be better than this.“

You slid an arm around his waist. “Aww. My Joon is jealous. I’m glad I stuck around to listen to that man harp on about his new book. He was cute, though.“

He stops walking and pulls you in by your arm. “You can do better than that, ______.

You grin at his cloudy expression, and wrap your arms around his neck. “I already am.“

After a moment of deliberation, he pecks you on the lips, just a fleeting touch to remind you all is not forgiven. “Come on. I’ll take you out for dinner.“

“Oh no. We’re going home and finishing what you started.“

“You might regret that.“

Originally posted by blackandwhitebangtan

Jimin

In your quest to find a place to hide from the flirt who just wouldn’t take a hint, you leave the party altogether, ending up in a apparently empty hallway that seemed to lead to particularly nowhere. You sigh as your shoes pinch your feet. You’ve been standing for so long you wonder why they weren’t numb yet.

You’d wanted to leave ages ago, but Jimin wouldn’t reply to your texts, neither would he answer your calls. Not wanting to leave without him, you’d decided to escape the stubborn man and find some place to hide and rest your poor feet while you’re at it.

You had kicked your shoes off ages ago. It seemed that your feet throbbed in time with the music that seeped through the walls. You sigh and look around for somewhere you can sit, but when you spot a footstool, you find someone has already occupied it.

Relief rushes through your head. “Jimin!“

He looks up, startled out of whatever reverie he was in. The corners of his mouth droops when he sees it’s you. “_____.” He notices your shoes dangling from your fingers, and his face changes to one of concern. “What’s wrong?”

You wave your hand. “Nothing’s wrong. I was running around looking for you, and my shoes weren’t the best to begin with. My feet are killing me.“

“Oh.“ He awkwardly dusts off his pants and stands up. “You should sit down. Come on.“

You look at him in doubt. His behaviour…it was unusual. He always had a smile in store for you. And the way he wouldn’t look at you directly or that he spoke only in short clipped-off sentences…you didn’t like it.

You warily sit down. “Jimin, is everything okay?“

He crouches in front of you, and gingerly stroked the reddening lines your shoes had left on the back of your heel. “I should be asking you that. Why were you running around anyway?”

You pursed your lips, disappointed as he avoided the question. “Well, for one: I was looking for you. I tried calling you but you didn’t answer.“

“I left my phone at home. I didn’t realise. I’m sorry.“

You shake your head, reaching down to place a cool hand around your blistering toes. “That’s not the least of it. Believe it or not, Jiminie, there was this guy from the party who just wouldn’t take a hint. I told him I was with someone else, but he kept following me around. Jesus, it got so annoying I had to leave the party and run a wild goose chase around the building to find you.” You sigh and straighten up. “And now I’ve finally found you. All’s well that ends well, right?”

You get no answer. Jimin looks bewildered as he takes in your words. “That’s it?

“What do you mean? Of course that’s it. My feet hurt because I was running away from a creep who–“ You stop when you see the relief and his sudden smile. “We’re not talking about my feet. are we? Jimin, did you think I would cheat on you?“

“Of course not–“

Your heart thuds when you realize he was sitting out here probably all night, thinking you didn’t want him. “Oh, Jimin.“ You takes his face in your hands and kiss him, just a simple assurance that you could never think of being with someone other than him.

When you break away, he shuts his eyes tightly and purses his lips. “I was jealous. I was being stupid.”

“Yes. Very stupid.“ You place a kiss on his cheek. “Let’s go home.“

Originally posted by mvssmedia

V

Your phone buzzes as V texts back. Thanking the heavens that he isn’t lying dead in a gutter some where, you open the text to see what explanation he gave for his sudden disappearance.

Except that he doesn’t. You see that he has only sent two cryptic messages as an answer to your question of where he had escaped to.

T: Outside in the garden

T: If you’re coming here, bring some cheese

You frown at the cheese part. You liked to tease Tae for being strange occasionally, but this was a whole new level. You sigh as you realise you were not dressed for a hike through the gardens. Tae better have a good reason for this.

Later, you swat a hanging tree branch away, and plant your hands on your hips. “Tae?”

“Over here.“ His voice, slightly slurred, floats up from a bit farther away. You trudge through the semi-darkness to where Tae has sprawled on the grass. “You’ll get grass stains on your clothes, Tae.”

“Well, I’ve already been on the grass for more than an hour. Might as well lie“ here for a bit more. Did you bring my cheese?”

“No, I …didn’t.” You notice a bottle next to him. “Tae, are you drunk?“

He grinned at you, and picked the wine bottle up. It was already half empty. “Only a little. Some fine wine, I must say. Shame you didn’t bring the cheese.” He focused on you, albeit with a little effort. “I dropped by the kitchens and managed to convince the head waitress.” He pouted. “Are you jealous?”

You laugh and decided to give up and sit down next to him. A conversation with a drunk Tae was way more funnier than worrying about grass stains. “Not yet. Was she hot?“

He nodded vigorously. “Very.“

“Maybe a little bit.“

He sighs and fold his hands over his chest. “I flirted with a hot waitress who gave me wine for free, and you say you’re only a little bit jealous. Maybe I should go find that man from the party who was flirting with you.”

You’re shocked to realize this talk of jealousy stemmed from him seeing that man from the party flirting with you. Tae had disappeared soon after that. You breathe out slowly. “That was nothing. He was just someone who couldn’t take a hint. He doesn’t mean anything to me.“

He clicked his tongue. “I hate being jealous.“

You lie down next to him. “I hate being jealous too.“

“When do you get jealous? I barely have any social life outside going on tour, the boys and you.“ His tone isn’t accusatory, but merely conversational. You knew this was the wine speaking, not him.

You turn on your side to face him and prop your head up on one hand. “Don’t forget the millions of fans that worship your every move and freak out every time you you bite your lip. That’s a pretty good reason to be jealous.”

He looks at you in disbelief. “My ‘fans’ are awesome, but they’re not you. You don’t have to jealous because of what they do.They’re just having fun.”

You poke his side. “I know that, silly. What I’m saying is, there’s always a reason to be jealous. That doesn’t mean you have to be.“

His eyes grew wide like a child’s. You resist the urge to laugh at his poor alcohol tolerance. “What do you do to not be jealous? What’s the secret, ______?”

You raise a hand and trace the lines of his lips. “I just remember none of them gets kissed by you like me. And none of them gets to keep you in on Saturday mornings like me.“

He grabbed your hand. “That’s a good thing to remember.“

“It is.“ You notice a blade of grass in his hair and sighing, pick it out. “Let’s go home. I don’t think I’m up for making love on a dirt floor, yet.“

Originally posted by ladynwh

Jungkook

We’re all familiar with Jeonlous, so I don’t think I need to elaborate as much. 

Just one word.

Hickeys.

The day after the party, you just decide its better to stay home than to waste all that concealer on a hopeless case. Even as you cast him a glare while you announce this, Jungkook only smirks.

Nobody messes around with Jealous Jungkook.

Originally posted by bts-jimin16

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P.S: I’m sure the Hobi one was a surprise to most of you. But if you want to see where i drew inspiration from, you should check out that bangtan bomb of jhope’s reacion when jin forgets the fire choreography before a show.

Peter Oneshot

(A/N: Hey guys! So today I’m doing a soulmates AU! I know, I know, it’s cliche but I think this spin on it is pretty interesting! Remember to eat something, drink some water and take your meds! Love you!)


Oneshot: Y/N doesn’t have any words on her wrist




       Y/N didn’t like wearing short sleeved shirts, but today it was way too hot to wear a jacket.

       She sat in the coffee shop, her laptop opened in front of her along with several textbooks and stationery tools scattered around the table. The shop was cool, but the walk there would have given her heat stroke if she were wearing more layers.

       Every time someone walked past her, whether she saw a ring on their finger or the words written on their wrist were visible, her eyes wandered to her wrist, where there were no words. Not a single word.

       She had heard of people like this, ones who didn’t have their soulmate’s first words on their wrist. They were very rare, and few were brave enough to share their stories, resulting in little information on the matter. Y/N had grown up being taught to hide the fact that she was different, to be ashamed of it.

       Y/N really didn’t need everyone else telling her to feel bad about it. As she grew and began to really understand the concept of soul mates, the fact that she didn’t have one started to hurt more and more. She had become obsessive over the fact that there really wasn’t anyone out there for her, that the universe was just telling her, ‘Nope, sorry kid. No one’s going to love you that much. Soz.’

       That had been years ago. Y/N learned to bury her pain, to distract herself from it. She was at a place where she nearly resented the idea of having someone to hold her down, to have to be devoted to. She was focused on herself, on bettering herself through school and self love and taking care of her body. She had time to give to those things, because she wasn’t worrying about some other person. Sometimes it did creep up in the back of her head, the voice that reminded of what she didn’t have, what she could never have; a family, someone to love.  

       Now, she was trying to finish a paper for her AP biology class so that she could have time to go to her cousin’s birthday party this weekend. She’d been working for hours, and had wasted her productivity ages ago.

       Y/N stood up, grabbed her coffee and walked to the trashcan to throw it away, already planning on asking the barista for something stronger this time.

       When she arrived at the register, she noticed that the woman who had taken her order earlier wasn’t there. She had been replaced by a man with blond hair, who was taller than her by a mile. He looked well built, but his motions were timid and calculated. When she glanced briefly, she saw that he had words on his arm, but they were mainly covered up by a few bracelets he was wearing.

       “Are you new here?” She asked him. “I’ve been coming here pretty consistently for the past few months and I’ve never seen you.”

       She was too sleep deprived and stressed to care if her words were a bit too forward.

       The man’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head. He clamped a hand around his wrist.

       “Are you alright?” She spoke to him again, not understanding his lack of communication or his response to her question.

       He didn’t say anything, instead nearly ripping the bracelets on his arm off. He thrust his wrist into her line of sight.

       Are you new here? In a dark bold print, identical to her handwriting, the words contrasted starkly on his lightly tanned skin.

       “I’m afraid there must be some mistake,” she said, not letting her guard down. She knew she didn’t want a soul mate. She didn’t. “I don’t have a soul mate, see?” She showed him her own wrist, bare.

       The man’s face lit up as he hastily dug a piece of paper out of his pocket, its edges worn, showing he probably had kept it with him and folded it and unfolded it thousands of times. He unfolded it, his hands shaking which he had most likely hoped to hide from the girl.

       Inside the paper were the words I, My name is Peter. I’m mute.

5 | The Purge

BTS X OC’s [PURGE!AU]

WORD COUNT: 1.7K

series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, blood, gore, death and other illegal purge activities. this chapter contains strong language, death, gore, violence, threats & pyromania 

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Self Defense

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Request: 
Hey 😊  i had an idea and I hope it’s not weird. Bucky gives self-defense lessons in his free time and you’re there to take lessons but you’re also a bit shy. He is very friendly and helpful then through your lessons and you slowly get comfortable around him. One time you practice a “fight” which ends up with you on top of him, before you can leave he kisses you that eventually ends in his bed (but all gentle). Then you cuddle and you both confess your growing feelings for each other? ❤️ thank u - @diving-down-to-wonderland

Word Count: 3291

Warnings: shyness, mild anxiety, fluff, bit of smut

A/N: hope you enjoy, doll! I really enjoyed this idea and wish I had more time to spend on it, but I’ve been slammed at work and wanted to get it up before Thanksgiving!

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Passing the Torch

Pairing: Royai

Rating: K

Words: 1094

A/N: So a little bird told me that today is @theysangastheyslew‘s birthday and I just couldn’t not let it past without writing a little something. Elena makes our fandom so much better with her AMAZING art that makes me cry from angst or squeal from fluff. I so appreciate everything she brings to our fandom! Happy Birthday Elena, I hope you enjoy some cotton-candy sweet fluff!


Roy comes to the most horrific and world-shattering realization on a benign Tuesday morning in the fall.

The camera nearly drops from his hands, the smile on his face falls, and his whole body freezes. The doey brown eyes that seem to always be filled with wonder and a familiar softness he had long ago come to adore stare back at him curiously. For once in his life ignoring those wonderfully familiar brown eyes, Roy turns to the nearby dining room table, where photo albums are scattered about and hundreds of glossy pictures are waiting to be sorted.

Oh god, he’s become Edward Elric.

Or worse, they’ve both become Maes Hughes.

There were certainly worse men in the world he could emulate, but the memories of his late friend’s incessant gushing about his young daughter, combined with the more recent influx of pictures and stories detailing the lives of Fullmetal’s children stop him cold. His eyes widen and a strange feeling of dread comes over him.

Sitting across the rug from him and eyeing him strangely is his wife. She notices his quick change in demeanor with her usual expertise and lifts an eyebrow. “What is it?” she asks.

“I’ve turned into Maes,” is all Roy whispers, willing up enough brain power after the startling epiphany to set the camera down before it falls from his hands and breaks.

If possible, Riza looks even more skeptical after that. “What are you talking about? He’s right here,” she says, indicating the young five-month-old happily bouncing away in his chair, staring up at his father with his usual infantile awe.

Roy breathes out, attempting to remain patient. “Maes Hughes,” he corrects.

Understanding immediately dawns on the veteran captain’s face and she smiles slyly. “You’re just now figuring that out? You’ve been like Hughes since the day Maes was born.”

Quickly, Roy straightens up. “Y-yeah, but I wasn’t that bad at the start…right?” Suddenly, surrounded by photographs (all of either his son or his wife), the general realizes that this isn’t a new development. Ever since that first time they’d bundled up the child with his father’s messy hair and his mother’s incredible eyes and placed him in Roy’s arms, he’d been sold hook, line, and sinker.

Riza smirks, an unusual look on her normally stoic face but here, with her two favorite boys, she’s free to be herself. Her teasing, shockingly sarcastic self. “Roy, by the time they wheeled me out of delivery and back to my hospital room, you’d already bragged about Maes to all of the team, the Fuhrer, Madame Christmas’ entire bar, and the Elrics. You’ve been as obnoxious as he was since day one.”

“Then why am I just now realizing that?” he speaks in a baffled tone, a completely shell-shocked look still taking up residence on his face.

Riza’s smile grows even wider. “Maybe you’ve just been too busy printing out photographs the last five months to notice.”

Before Roy can even begin to form a response to that, a small giggle is heard from the middle of the rug and both parents look down to find Maes Mustang smiling and laughing up at his father. Immediately the general’s entire world lights up once more and his hands desperately reach for the camera again.

“Look, Riza! He’s laughing at me!” He exclaims joyfully clicking picture after picture of his happy baby.

Riza shakes her head. “He isn’t the only one.”

“Hey, I may be just like Hughes now, but I’m starting to get the sense that he was justified. I mean, when you got something this adorable in front of you, how can you not gush?” Roy says with a smirk, his head still behind the lense of the camera. Riza resigns herself to her husband’s obnoxious adoration. She doesn’t dare tell him how much joy it fills her each time she watches him get excited about every new little thing Maes does as he grows. Or how sexy a man loving on a baby is.

“Well, all the same, it’s naptime,” she says with a definitive tone, rising to her feet and walking over to Maes’s bouncy chair.

The disappointed look that overtakes Roy’s face almost makes laugh out loud, but she manages to rein in the emotion.

“Already? Surely it’s not that late.”

Riza unstraps the baby from the seat and lifts him into her arms with an ease no one who knew her would have ever seen coming. “You’ll have more opportunities for photo shoots when he wakes up.”

Roy sighs in resignation. “Fine, but at least let me get one more.”

His words stop Riza on her path toward the nursery and she turns around with little Maes in her arms, a curious look on her face. Roy doesn’t hesitate in snapping a photo of the two of them, watching as Riza immediately frowns at the act.

“Roy, you know I don’t like it when you do that,” she admonishes.

The smile that overtakes the general’s face is doey-eyed and filled with more love than most people can even comprehend. It’d be easy to forget in that moment that the man was a powerful general in the military and not just an idiot dad in love with his family. “Indulge me,” he says by way of explanation as he sets the camera down. “I just want a picture of the two people who make me the luckiest man alive.”

Though it’s cringe-worthy at best, Riza can’t help the small upward tilt of her mouth. “Since when did you become so cheesy?”

“Since I became Hughes apparently.”

Riza laughs genuinely at this and turns back toward the nursery. “Well, Dad Extraordinaire, I hope you’re still feeling like that when he needs a change. You’re up for the next dirty diaper.”

An unpleasant thought, but Roy waves it away with ease as he gets up and turns toward the pile of photographs. Yes, he is obnoxious and cheesy and everyone probably hates him as soon as he pulls his wallet photos out, but he can’t help himself. He finds one in particular of Maes and Riza and his smile softens even more.

This life, the one he never thought he’d get the chance to live, is more beautiful than he could’ve ever imagined. So, yeah, he takes too many pictures and gets way too excited about the smallest things and has become just like his obnoxious best friend, but Roy finds it’s worth it everytime he sees either his son or his wife smile.

Oh so worth it.

On Set Romance (Tom Holland X Reader) Part 1

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader 

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Warnings: language 

 Word Count: 911 

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I didn’t even realize that I had fallen asleep until I had practically fallen off of the airport bench. A strong hand had stopped me from rolling off of the bench onto the floor. “Careful, darling. Don’t want you hurting yourself.” a male british voice said. I looked up and saw a bright megawatt smile and beautiful brown eyes, both strangely familiar. I quickly sat up and tried to fix my mussed up hair and straighten my clothes. I examine the man, trying to remember where i know him from. that’s when it hits me. Its Tom Fucking Holland. Spiderman. AKA the man I have had multiple sex dreams about. The one I run a Tumblr blog about. The one I write smut about. THAT Tom Holland. Hell I was in a groupchat about the man. My eyes go very wide as I realize all of this. My cheeks feel warm and my heartbeat picks up. “You’re- I am- You’re Tom-” I stutter, trying to start a sentence.  “Yes I am. By the way love you have a little something right here.” Tom says, pointing at his own chin trying to indicate where he was talking about. I wiped my mouth and felt moisture. I HAD BEEN DROOLING OH GOD. My cheeks flush even further. “You’re quite beautiful when you sleep. Even with the sleep talking.” He says with a chuckle, scooting closer to me. “T-thank you.” I stutter. “ So where are you headed?” He asks, gesturing at the gates in front of us. “Atlanta. I’m moving there for a job. I’m working on a movie set. I do costuming. They’re briefing me on what movie it actually is when I get there. What about yourself?” I ask him, looking into his gorgeous coffee brown eyes.  “I’m going to Atlanta as well. Flight 217?” He asks, his face lighting up with excitement. “Yes!” I say, showing him my boarding pass. “Here let me see your boarding pass.” He says and I hand him the pass. He goes up to the gate attendant and talks to him a bit. The attendant nods his head and hands Tom a new pass. Tom walks back over to me and hands me the new pass. “You’ve been upgraded to first class, free of charge. You’re in the seat right next to mine.” He says flashing that blinding smile at me. “REALLY?” I say, a grin appearing on my face. “Yes really, darling.” Tom says. I get up and hug him. “Thank you!” I squeal. I’ve never flown first class so I was really excited. “Flight 217 to Atlanta now boarding at Gate 9.” A woman calls over the intercom. “That’s us.” Tom says, grabbing both his carry on and mine. “You really don’t have to do that Tom, you’ve already done so much.” I say, trying to take my bag from him. “Nonsense! A beautiful woman should never have to carry her own bag.” He says with a wink. I let out a small giggle at his obvious flirtation. We head towards the gate. A beautiful flight attendant whose name tag read Kaiti checked our boarding passes and allowed us onto the plane. The flight was quick and Tom and I talked the entire ride to Atlanta. We discussed interests, traded stories from sets, and argued about who would win in a fight between the Avengers. He thought Iron Man would but I knew for sure it would be Captain America.  When we got off the plane Tom offered to drop me off at my new apartment in his rental car. I argued a bit but he eventually just pick up my bag and walked off with it, leaving me to follow after him quickly. His rental car, a nondescript black mini suv, was waiting for him when we got there and by the time I caught up to him he had already loaded our bags in the back. “Get in, love.” He said gesturing to the passenger side. I got in and buckled my seatbelt, Tom joining me soon after that. He started the car and switched the in console screen to the GPS. “What’s your address, darling?” He says, his fingers hovering over the screen. I told him the address of my new apartment and he typed it in. He followed the directions to my apartment and he sang to the radio as he drove. Umbrella by Rihanna came on and he glanced at me to see if I had a reaction. “You bet your ass I saw it, Twinkle Toes.” I said with a giggle. He flushed a bit and smiled. Not long after that we got to my building. He insisted on helping me carry my case up stairs. I knocked on the door of the apartment. The director was supposed to be meeting me here to turn over the keys to my apartment and to finally tell me what this huge secret project was.  The door opened and there stood Jon. “(Y/N) hi!” Jon said , opening to door wide to let me in.  I come in and Tom follows after me. The apartment was already furnished and the completely paid for by the movie company. “Tom surprised to see you here. I’m happy to see that you get along with our new director of costuming.” Jon says, bro hugging Tom. “Wait. She’s working on our movie?” He says excitedly. “Yep. Welcome to the crew of Spiderman: Homecoming (Y/N).”

anonymous asked:

Medieval au fluff any member plz sorry

I went with Jun! medieval AU is a broad concept so I hope you like this mess..? 😘 ♥ bullet points just because I can. 


  • right so you’re a part of the nobility and your parents work for the royals in such positions that you, along with your siblings, live in the castle
  • you’d honestly be pretty good friends with the princesses and other nobles like yourself, and generally everyone in the castle has taken a liking to you, especially the ones who have seen you grow up from a 2-year-old toddler into a gorgeous young lady
  • when you were younger you probably didn’t pay that much attention to all the people in the castle, especially those of a lower class than yours because that was how you were brought up
  • but then comes the day you’re out with two of your fellow nobles, walking in the courtyard, and see a handsome young man chopping wood
  • his hair is dark brown and a bit messy, and his upper body was toned from likely years of physical work, which you could tell all too obviously with him wearing no shirt
  • you’re barely able to hold your tongue when you’re already asking, “Who is he?”
  • one of your friends smiles at you and places a hand on your arm
  • “I think his name is Junhui? He’s a new hire, who does practically anything, I’ve heard. He may be handsome, but… that’s about all I know, my dear.”
  • you find yourself nodding, but there’s something about Junhui that really piques your interest, and it’s not just the playful look he gives you when he wipes sweat off his forehead and notices that you’re staring at him
  • while you hadn’t noticed him before that - part of it being because he was indeed new - after the first sight, you were unable to not see him
  • it felt like every time you as much as looked out of the window of the hallway, he was there, doing whatever work he could get his hands on
  • and even when you went outside, you felt like you always ended up where he was working
  • it’s not that you minded, really, but it only made it so much more difficult to ignore him
  • he’d get a lot of praise from practically everyone for his great work ethics and amicable personality, and every now and then you’d hear snippets of stories about him
  • most of the time you’d find yourself smiling a little as you listened to those, because the more you heard, the more he seemed like a good guy
  • unless it was one of the older noble ladies expressing their desire for him, which never failed to make you feel ill
  • one day you’re seated on a bench in the courtyard with a cross-stitch on your lap, trying to focus on it more than the fact that Junhui is approaching your direction with a large tub in his hands
  • however, when he’s about to pass by, you put your work down and stand up
  • “E-excuse me,” you begin, your heart beating rapidly in your chest, and it definitely doesn’t calm down when Junhui turns around and gives you a sweet smile with a playful glint in his eyes. “I was just…”
  • “Is there something you need, milady?”
  • you feel so intimidated, so exposed under his mischievous stare, but somehow manage to blurt out, “I was thinking if you could… uh, teach me about the garden sometime. I’m interested in the flowers.”
  • Junhui quirks his eyebrows and takes the smallest step closer to you. “A noblewoman who wants to learn about gardening?”
  • you give him a quick nod, at which he chuckles
  • “As you wish, milady. I’ll see you around, lady..?”
  • “Y/N,” you say quickly, your cheeks undoubtedly heating up, and force a smile
  • Junhui nods and with a quick wave, continues his way to the shore, where he’s already got a big pile of laundry to wash
  • and it’s just that much more difficult to focus on your cross-stitch when you’ve got a drenched, handsome young man like him nearby
  • it only gets worse when he takes off his shirt and your eyes just happen to be aimed at him a lot more often than on your work
  • it’s at that point that you decide to move back into the castle, so that you could both finish your work (and before your thoughts could go any further)
  • Junhui would’ve noticed approximately all of the glances you threw at him, because he was stealing some at you, too, and so when you left, you left behind a widely grinning, jolly worker who still had many hours of laundry ahead of him
  • but those hours in all honesty go by faster than he expected, because he spends most of that time thinking about you
  • one of the next days, you’d finally spot him in the garden and, without much of a second thought, join him there
  • “You really came,” Junhui says almost incredulously when he notices you, and turns to you
  • “Of course I did, I take pride in keeping my word,” you say a bit defensively, which earns you a chuckle from Junhui
  • “I didn’t mean it like that. I’m sorry if I upset you, milady,” he says, his voice a bit softer than earlier, and you find your heart melting just a little
  • “You didn’t,” you say hurriedly and avoid his gaze because how is it so piercing?
  • he proceeds to lead you further into the garden, and you listen in fascination as he tells you little facts about each plant and flower while tending them
  • there’s something about his voice and the way he smiles every now and then that really gets to you, and you honestly never thought you’d be as eager to hear about flowers as you are then
  • you’ve gone through maybe half of the garden when Junhui stops and turns to you, smiling
  • “Should you really be spending this much time with someone like me, milady?”
  • you blush a little and turn your attention to the flowers
  • “I don’t… see it as a problem. I like learning.”
  • he chuckles and turns to the flowers, too. “But really. A noblewoman spending hours in the garden with a worker? Do you know how many eyes are on us at this very moment?”
  • your eyes widen at that, because he has a point, and you should’ve realized it all much earlier
  • and yet there is no denying that there was something about him that has caught your interest inevitably badly, and you don’t want to simply stay away from him
  • as you remain silent, unable to say anything, Junhui chuckles and carefully cuts a rose from the bush in front of you, bright red in color
  • “This is for you. Consider it a gift of gratitude for keeping me company. It’s been a great pleasure, Lady Y/N.”
  • your eyes slowly move from the flower to Junhui’s eyes, and you’re met with an amount of warmth you were definitely not expecting
  • “T-thank you, Junhui,” you manage to say and begin to leave the garden
  • he follows you with his gaze, and the smallest of smiles plays on his lips
  • there’s definitely something about you
  • after that, the two of you spend more time together - much more than a noblewoman like you should be spending with someone like him
  • but you enjoy his company, so you defy all the judging glances
  • besides, you have assured your parents nothing would happen between the two of you, so in the end your conscience is clear, even if they still don’t approve
  • you’d often be doing your own work while he did his, and you’d talk about a bit of this and that, little by little getting to know each other
  • sometimes you discuss your lives, with Junhui sharing the hardships he’s come past and you sharing some of your experiences in the court, but sometimes you discussed something much less serious, such as court gossip or what you were looking forward to when seasons changed
  • the more you learn about him and his past, the more fondly you think of him, and the more he learns about you, the more he finds himself looking forward to being with you
  • needless to say, you’re at your most distracted whenever Junhui does something physical, because that was exactly when your eyes couldn’t help but move up and down his body, observing the way his muscles move
  • Junhui chuckles every time
  • “You might want to be a bit more subtle, milady, as flattering as your stare is.”
  • you blush furiously, and through your stammering Junhui’s only able to make out “I didn’t”, which he laughs off, because yes you did
  • your promise to your parents is on some very thin ice, because the more time you spend with Junhui, the more you wish something did happen between the two of you
  • and your heart only beats more for him at the times when you enter your room and see a bouquet of flowers on your desk, beautiful yet simple, with a note from Junhui that either had a small poem or a short message
  • even if the voice at the back of your head nags about how you’re supposed to marry well
  • it’s early spring when you join Junhui for a trip to the village
  • you take a horse, with you sitting in front of him, and it’s quite likely the most exciting yet nerve-wrecking time of your life when you practically have his arms around you
  • you buy some essentials he needs for his work, and you give in and give some money to some poor families, which Junhui observes in curiosity
  • before you leave the village, Junhui takes you between two buildings and, bolder than ever, takes a hold of your hand
  • “Junhui?” you ask, your heart hammering inside of your chest, as you look into his unreadable eyes, closer to yours than they had ever been
  • “I have a problem,” he starts, his voice sounding thick, and there’s a sad hint to his smile. “Milady, I’m afraid I feel more for you than I should.”
  • and you honestly feel like your heart stops in that very moment
  • you’re about to say that he’s not alone with that issue, but Junhui lets go of your hand and gently brings his forefinger close to your lips, not daring to touch them
  • “Don’t say anything.”
  • so you don’t say anything
  • and instead wrap your arms around him and hide your face in his chest

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Fighter

Scenario: A chance encounter with a handsome stranger at a bar turns your life around in more ways than you could’ve imagined. A man with a dark past was always a dangerous thing. Jungkook!Fighter AU
A/N: I was debating on whether or not I wanted to post this, but I figured I would. Maybe someone else out there might enjoy this too. Please send me a case of holy water for this shit I wrote.
Genre: Jungkook x Reader
Words:4883
Disclaimer: As always, the gifs used are not mine and belong to their rightful owners!
Warnings: Mentions of violence. Smut
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The first night you’d met, you didn’t know what to think of him.

Jeon Jungkook was rough edges and feral. When he’d walked into the bar everyone, literally everyone, had stopped to watch his entrance. Captivated by the presence that left a promise of violence if anyone invaded his space without warrant. He was an electrical current that made the lonesome women in the bar swim to him; begging for him to be their shore.

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Brooklyn

Prompt #54: She almost didn’t recognize the city she had once called home. Who knew so much could change in 200 years.

A/N: I changed it from 200 years to 70 years to fit this pairing.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: She thought Bucky and Steve died in 1945 but oh how wrong she was. Leap forward to 2016, a whole 70 years later and she will come face to face with them. Here’s the kicker, no one knew about their relationship or that the three even knew each other. (it was nowhere in any of their files)

Warnings: Obviously OOC. Also set in Brooklyn, including Stark Tower so fight me about it.

Word Count: 1655


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dickiebird910-deactivated201709  asked:

I love your Gaston X Reader fics! I was wondering if you could do one where Gaston and the reader get married. But on their wedding night the reader asks how he got each scar on his body (most from the war) while tracing them with their fingers and the emotions are so high that the reader starts crying and Gaston tries to comfort them?

Request by @blackxthexbeast :  Thank you so much for the Gaston/Cursed! I absolutely loved it! I was wondering if I could request one where Gaston and the reader have an arranged marriage but they hate each other at first? Possibly nsfw?

Pairing: Gaston x Reader
Fandom: Disney ; BatB (2017)
Warnings: mentions of torture ; angst

A/N: hope you guys don’t mind me putting your requests together, but I just really thought they’d fit perfectly. I have two more requests in my inbox that suit this story, so they will be the second part to this, which I’ll probably post tomorrow <3

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Whoever decided that married people needed to consummate their marriage on their wedding day, was not only an idiot, but right about now, you wanted to strangle him. Or maybe it was a she. Who cares, not the point.

This whole ‘arranged marriage’ thing, you and Gaston had going on had been bad enough from the start. You just hated, how he was more in love with himself and kept flirting with other women. It’s not that you were jealous.. or.. well, maybe you were, but you were sure, that everyone would feel that way, if the man you were supposed to marry in less than a month, touched another woman in places that he should only touch his fiance.

Ultimately, you did nothing. You tried not to care about the fact that you’d marry a man you did neither love, nor would ever love in the future. This was purely for benefit, so your father and mother had one less child to care about and somehow, Gaston thought you were pretty enough to play the wife-y.

You walked up the stairs to your new house. A house, that both Gaston and your father had paid for. This would be the place you’d spend the rest of your life in, probably bringing up at least 5 of Gaston’s children and the thought alone made you shudder. 5 more of him? Not sure if the world should be terrified or excited at the prospect of five possible boys, who were as handsome as he was.

Gaston walked up the stairs behind you and behind him, a crowd of people, mostly men, who were cheering in thought of what would soon happen behind these closed doors.

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anonymous asked:

Person A fights in an underground boxing ring while B is a cop who's worked for months trying to bust it, and goes into the ring in disguise. Horrified when their opponent is person A. RusAme please?

Pairing: RusAme (Russia x America/USA/United States of America) (Human names used)

Cast:

  • America (Alfred) as person A
  • Russia (Ivan) as person B
  • Special guests: Japan (Kiku), Spain (Antonio) and France (Francis)


It was dangerous. It was illegal. Alfred knew better than to get involved with this kind of stuff. But the thrill of it all was too addictive to give up on. It began as a one-time thing. A last resort while in the need for quick money. But once he began, he kept going back. Every time he swore himself it would be the last, and yet he always came back. Worst part was; he knew it was wrong. But it was too addictive. No one could ever know. Not even Ivan.

“Ivan, are you listening?”

Ivan looked up, turning to look at Francis who looked back with a concerned look. It was late, and with Kiku at the wheel, they drove to their destination. They had been tracking down this boxing ring for months, and had finally gotten a tip on their next event. Now they had to go undercover, record the evidence, and all of their work would pay off. Ivan was chosen to go undercover in the ring. His stature and history of boxing in high school made him the perfect candidate. Kiku would go with him, while Francis and Antonio remained in the car to keep watch. Easy, right?

“What’s wrong? You need to stay on top of your game tonight.” Francis warned. Ivan nodded, looking down at his cellphone.

“I know. Sorry. It’s just…Alfred hasn’t answered my texts or calls.” Ivan said, sighing slightly as he handed his cellphone to Francis. “He must be angry.”

“It’ll pass.” Antonio assured, smiling as he sat in the very back, laptop on his lap as he typed stuff in. “His fiancé is one of the department’s more important detectives, after all. He knows job comes first.”

“I guess.” Ivan then smiled softly. “Though if I get a black eye I will never hear the end of it.”

“I doubt you would want it any other way.” Francis teased, earning a playful shove from Ivan.

“We’re here.” Kiku said, parking the car a street away from the actual location as planned.

“Right! Let’s see. Checking, checking. Camera good to go, mic and earpiece working.” Antonio hummed, looking across the multiple programs on his laptop. “We should be able to see everything from the camera on Kiku’s glasses.”

“You know what to do. You go in, fight a few rounds, record stuff, get out, and we call it a day. If there’s any trouble, use the safe word and we’ll call for backup.” Francis explained, Kiku and Ivan nodding. “Good luck guys. We’ll be here.” And with that, Ivan and Kiku stepped out, and took off.

They walked all the way to a seemingly rundown warehouse, walking up to a large door before banging on it. A few seconds later a man opened the door slightly, looking over at the two. He didn’t say anything, until Kiku pulled out a stack of 20s and showed them to the man. The man’s eyes glistened, opening the door as he took the stack and flipped through it, only to then hand it back to Kiku and gesturing them inside.

“…have fun.” He said, allowing them inside. The two walked right in, the doorman closing the door before returning to his post. They walked down the stairs, following the lights and the sound of cheers echoing across the compound, reaching to the arena. It was a circular pit of dirt right in the middle of the large room, elevated walls giving to the audience areas that kept them separated by the built-in fences. People cheered as currently two boxers fought for their lives and fame down in the pit, the ground beneath splattered with dried up blood from previous fights. They were intruders in a honey trap. One bad move, and they were screwed.

“Hey there!” A man chimed in, walking over to the two. “Welcome to the ring! You guys can call me the Ringleader around here. Are you here to bet or are you here to participate?” The man asked. Kiku cleared his throat.

“To participate. This is my fighter, Ivan, and I’m his sponsor.” Kiku said, offering his hand for a shake, to which the man accepted.

“Ah! A new fighter! New blood is always welcomed!” The Ringleader said, walking over to Ivan before walking around him, inspecting him. “Quite the tall fella.” The Ringleader said, patting on Ivan’s shoulder before walking over to Kiku. “Follow me, I’ll take you to the locker room.” With that, he led the two away. The locker room seemed to be even more bloody than the actual arena. There was dried blood on the seats and floor, boxers preparing for their fights while those who had already gone were either laying on a bench unconscious or being fixed up by their sponsors.

“You’ll wait here and ready until we call you. Put on a good show, alright?” The Ringmaster asked, smirking to himself before walking away. Kiku and Ivan glanced at each other momentarily.

“I’ll be watching you from the stands.” Kiku said.

“Yeah.”

“Ivan.”

“Hm?”

Kiku’s eyes narrowed. “Be careful out there.”

Ivan smiled. “Of course.”

It took a while for Ivan to reach his turn. Every time a fighter came back into the room they were either smiling in victory or fuming in defeat. Regardless, they would always return with broken bones and bloody bodies, giving Ivan a glance of what he had to prepare for. He wore bandages on his hands, a pair of boxing shorts, and no shoes. Standard attire. No gloves. Just fists and flesh.

“Ivan, you’re up!”

Ivan stood up, walking past the resting fighters down the hallway towards the arena. He could hear the roar of the crowd that waited for more slaughter, more excitement, more blood.

“Next up, on the blue corner, we have a fierce new competitor fresh off the ring! Standing at 182 centimeters, give a loud welcome to Ivan The Terrible!!!” The announce yelled, the crowd cheering in response.

“(Ivan the Terrible? Really?)” Ivan thought, slightly annoyed at the nickname before stepping out into the arena. Just one fight. That’s all he had to endure for tonight. He could see the people hanging off from the fences, yelling and cheering on as they made bets and comments.

“And on the blue corner, our fan favorite! Standing at 175 centimeters, give a shout to our current champion, the one, the only, the fierce, the Alfred the Hero!” The announcer yelled, receiving a loud wave of cheers as the fan favorite began to step out of the shadows. Ivan got ready, rising his fists and preparing for anything…but he could have never been prepared for what he saw next. Stepping out of the shadows was a familiar blonde with familiar blue eyes, wearing blue shorts with white stars on them, and bandages on his fists. His heart seemed to stop in its place as his eyes widened, his opponent reacting the same way, his smile fading into an expression of shock and horror.

“Alfred.” Ivan whispered, staring down at his fiancé. Why was he here?

“I…Ivan…” Alfred said, shaking his head in disbelief. What was HE here?!

“Oh shit.” Kiku whispered under his breath, his eyes widening in disbelief. Oh shit was an understatement, and he could already hear Antonio and Francis frantically screaming from the car. Ivan nor Alfred moved, simply staring at each other, unknowing what to do, what to say. How do you explain your fiance that you are part of an underground boxing ring? How do you explain your fiance that you are going undercover to expose such underground boxing ring? Neither of them could form the words, or actions. Soon the public began to get annoyed, yelling out in anger, asking them to fight already. The Ringmaster looked over annoyed. Kiku gulped, tapping on his glasses slightly. Francis was quick to respond, quickly speaking to Ivan’s earpiece.

“Ivan! You have to fight! Otherwise your cover will be blown!” Francis insisted. Ivan shook his head.

“But…” Ivan began, hesitating. How was he going to fight his fiance? The love of his life? Alfred’s eyes wondered across the arena, seeing the displeasing looks of the fans as they complained for them to fight. Around the crowd he caught Kiku’s eyes, who looked back at him with a worried expression. Alfred’s eyes narrowed, and gripped his fists. Undercover. This was what Ivan was going to go undercover to…and unless he fought him, they would be exposed…and who knows what might happen to them.

“(I can’t let that happen.)” Alfred thought. Steeling himself, and gripping his fists, he dashed forward, launching a fist right at Ivan. It snapped Ivan out of his trance, having him side step to avoid the hit before pushing Alfed away.

“What are you doing?!” Ivan hissed.

“What does it look like you coward? I’m looking for a fight!” Alfred yelled, gaining cheering from the fans as he launched at Ivan again. Ivan blocked and dodged the punches, at one point grabbing a hold of Alfred’s wrists to keep him from punching anymore.

“Alfred I don’t want to-!” Ivan began, but was interrupted when Alfred threw his head back, and slammed it forward, headbutting Ivan with all of his force, causing them both to gasp out in pain. As Alfred rested his forehead against Ivan’s, he looked into his eyes with worry.

“If you don’t fight me, you’ll end up being ratted out, and Kiku will be right in the middle of it all!” Alfred whispered, before pushing Ivan away and getting back on his stance. Ivan paused, glancing back at Kiku momentarily before admitting, he was right. Kiku was among the crowd, with the Ringmaster just a few feet away. Any wrong movement, and the crowd would throw themselves onto Kiku like a pack of wild animals. He couldn’t let his partner take the fall for his faults on the job.

“Damn!” Ivan hissed, gritting his teeth before turning back to Alfred. He only hesitated for a moment, mouthing ‘I’m sorry’, before dashing towards him. The two exchanged punches and hits, taking away each other’s breaths as they did their best to aim at strong parts of the body, but from time to time hitting somewhere they never meant to hit. Blood began to spill, much to each other’s dismay, the cheering of the crowd all but ignored as they focused on each other. 

“What the hell were you thinking of doing this?!” Ivan asked as he blocked a punch, his voice masked by the screaming of the crowd.

“I never wanted you to know!” Alfred said, throwing a few punches before jumping back, avoiding another punch. “It was only meant to be temporary!”

“When this is done getting your wounds healed up will be the least of your problems.” Ivan assured, throwing more punches as Alfred blocked them.

“It’s not like you could have ever figured it out, you’re never home!” Alfred yelled, landing a punch right on Ivan’s cheek, much to his surprise. “Sorry!” Ivan stepped back, wiping blood from his nose before attacking again. Alfred dodged a few punches, only to get hit hard on the shoulder, sending him a few steps back. Alfred smirked a bit. “Guess you haven’t lost your touch.”

Ivan smirked back. “I guess I haven’t.” Soon however, the crowd began to become even more anxious and loud, yelling each of them to finish the other, to kill them, to end it. Even the Ringmaster was getting a tad bit tired of the longevity of the fight.

“Alright, how about we throw a few more punches, and I knock you out, just as the champion should?”

“Fine.” Ivan said. “Don’t hold back now.” 

The two fought again, throwing punches back and forth as they set up the stage for the ‘knock out’…until fate’s twisted sense of humor decided to pull on their legs. Just as Alfred was meant to dodge a punch, he slipped on the sand beneath, tripping forward just as Ivan threw a punch. Neither could stop their movements in time, as Alfred fell right into the punch, receiving its full power as it knocked his head to the side with a loud SNAP. Blood escaping his lips before falling onto the floor beneath. Ivan felt his heart jump up to his throat. Oh god no.

“Alfred!” Ivan screamed dropping onto the floor besides him and quickly picking Alfred up in his arms. “Alfred, talk to me!” Ivan begged, gently cradling Alfred, afraid he would end up hurting him more. The crowd watched in confusion, and Kiku took this chance to finally call for back up.

“Hetalia.” Kiku whispered, the safe word quickly activating the back up procedure for them. Before the Ringmaster could go any further, there was shouting, a loud bang, and the sound of footsteps as Antonio and Francis entered the room with their guns in their hands, and police back up right behind them.

“Police Department everyone get your hands in the air!!!” Antonio yelled, and just like that, panic ensued, the crowd dispersing as they all began to scramble to escape before getting caught. The Ringmaster was just about to make his get away before being tripped by Kiku, who quickly got his gun on him.

“Not so fast.” Kiku hummed, causing the Ringmaster to growl in anger. Down in the arena, ignoring the chaos around them, Ivan held Alfred, who groaned in pain in his arms.

“Jeez….you sure know how to throw a good one…” Alfred groaned.

“You’re not suppose to fall into my punch, Alfred.”

“Yeah…but you have to admit I put up quite a show.” Alfred flinched. “I think I broke something.”

“I would be surprised if you didn’t.”

Alfred frowned, looking up at Ivan. “I’m sorry. I only did it once for the heck of it, and I told myself I would stop but I kept coming back for more…”

“You should of told me.” Ivan gently moved some of Alfred’s hair away from his face.

“I know…I just didn’t want to disappoint you, I guess.”

“Alfred.” Ivan leaned in, gently landing a kiss on his lips. “I love you, and always will, regardless of everything and anything. You can count on me, just as I can count on you.”

Alfred smiled softly. “Ah…I love you.”

“I love you too…but you’re still in trouble.”

“I guess so.”