The Real Drug War

Drug Wars - You should probably read this first

mafia!Jungkook x Reader

Clever as the devil and twice as pretty.
-Holly Black

Warnings: There will be very explicit sexual content, violence, drugs,…

A/N: For people who read my J JK fic, I’m sorry, you’ll recognize one part - I just really wanted it here. None of these pictures are mine - credits to the owners.

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What Happens In Vegas: Part 15

A Bucky x Reader / AU drabble series

Master List

A/N: SO sorry this took so long. I was procrastinating big time and also life got in my way. There’s only one part left after this and an epilogue, so I really hope you guys like it. Let me know what you think! ♥

Word Count: 2,184
(I know this is not a drab, and this is the longest part to date :O)

- language.

Tags: (at the end)

*gif is not mine.

Bucky was sleeping peacefully beside you the next morning, after spending hours the night before trying to get him to fall asleep. His nerves were getting the best of him, and rightfully so. You’d spent most of the night coming up with a court summons for Peggy, so that you could finally find out whom Charlotte’s true father was. You pushed his hair off of his forehead and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. The love you had for him swelled in your chest and, in that moment, you vowed to find the truth for him, to give him inner peace. Even though this was his own personal struggle, it would bring peace to you and your relationship with him as well. Maybe, just maybe, it would also mend his and Steve’s lifelong friendship.

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anonymous asked:

Some smut with a dialogue quote "you can hit harder than that" pweeeeeeeeeeeeeeaase

It’s legit 2 days to Harry’s solo, and it’s all this excitement that’s giving me inspiration to keep on writing and writing!

Thank you for the request, really had to push open doors of my imagination to make it different, hope you like it!

Love to youuu, and power to survive April 7th!

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#17: I Get Jealous**

The door to their bedroom opens, Harry at it, his eyes everywhere, looking for his girlfriend inside. Looking straight, he finds her leaning onto the headrest on her side of the bed, knees propped up and parted, hands fidgeting over the screen of her I-phone.

His figure slumps, he deliberately acts all tired and gloomy, knowing the fact how his girl becomes kind to him then. Walking up and forward, he’s standing at the dresser parallel to the bed,taking off his watch and wallet, and Y/N looks up from her device.

“Oh, hi, baby.” She smiles at him, crooking her eyebrows expressively.

“’Ello.” He says in a monotone, hoping to have her concern, but looking up, he realizes she’s back on her phone, texting away to someone.

He clears his throat, walking off to the bathroom with a pout, building up reasons why she’d be so inconsiderate. But inside the confined space, as he takes his shirt and jeans off, all he can summon up is to lie between her legs.

Humming, he changes out of his clothes, putting on just sweatpants, and walks out shirtless to settle the mood. She’s still in the same position, not moved an inch either, and taking the advantage of the scene, Harry slides up the bed, bringing his body between her legs. His hands push up her tunic, resting his head on her tummy after pressing a kiss. His hands wrap around her hip in a circle, and with a sigh, he waits for her to respond.

Humming, Y/N looks down her screen to him, and smiles at him rested on her. “Harry.” She calls, running her one hand into his head while her other types away on her phone.

“Mm-hmm.” Harry moans, snuggling his nose against her stomach, kissing her again, before propping his chin up between her breasts, looking at her with sleepy eyes.

Still looking at the screen, she asks, “Been a rough day?”

“I’m exhausted.” He says in his hoarse, raspy voice, adding a subtle smile. But she is not looking at him, just mindlessly running a hand over his hair, and that has him annoyed.

He furiously rubs his scruff against her bare skin, snuggling his nose back against her, as he grips her hips tight.

“Baby.” He looks up, eyebrows furrowed. “Both hands, please.” He bumps his head up at her hand, gesturing to use both her hands and massage his head in the way she is used to doing it to him.

“One minute, sweet.” She pulls her already hand on his head away, joining the typing thing she’s doing on her phone again.

“What’re doing?” Harry leans up to look at her activity on the phone, but Y/N simply pulls the phone closer to her face, and Harry’s left pouty and curious.

“One second.” She says, smiling.

Harry rolls his eyes, creasing his forehead, and he slumps against her stomach again, the side of his face pressing against her breasts, as he sighs through his mouth, deeply sad.

Y/N takes another minute, finally wrapping up the conversation with a sweet farewell, then puts away her phone on the other side of the bed, looking down at him cuddled to her chest.

“Yes, where were we?” She sighs, tangling her both hands into his hair, her fingers pressing onto his scalp, and he groans, looking up at her.

“Who was it?” He gives her his eyes, pressing his pursed lip against her skin.

Y/N shakes her head, brushing off the topic. “Nothing, just some friend.” She slides her hand down his head to cup his cheeks, trying to bring him close for a kiss, but he clutches her wrist, bringing his head up to match her eye-level.

“Tell me.” He says in a saddened tone. “Who was it that got you so engaged that you couldn’t even respond to me.”

Y/N chuckles. “Aw, my baby, c’mere.” She pulls again, and he leans in, their lips meeting in a short kiss.

Matching his eye level, she begins. “Jenna bagged a photo shoot, and she had a talk with the model last week over coffee, and she’d insisted I come along, so I did. He was very sweet, very handsome. We had some good chit-chat. Yesterday I saw he sent me a follow request on Insta, so I followed back, and then he casually messaged me and we started talking and that. He’s very genuine, such a gentleman.”

“Okay..” Harry’s eyes narrow. “What d’ya talk about?” He is giving her that skeptical look, eyes small and head leaned down to intensify the serious demeanor.

“Nothing, just about the shoot, and about Jenna.” She nods her head from side to side, telling him.

Harry gives snort. “What a player. Does he have a thing or two for Jenna?”

He reaches for her phone, unlocking it, and then proceeds to open her Instagram.

“No, he doesn’t.”

Harry nods subtly, looking back at her with her phone towards her. “How does he look like?”

Y/N smirks, searching his eyes for humor. She takes her phone, opening one of his photos and showing it to him. “He’s better in person.”

Harry give her a look before taking the phone, and giving a judgmental look, as he zooms the picture quite a few times, blinking up at her with his eyebrows raised.

“He’s nice, yeah.” Harry nods, locking her phone back. He leans to the table by the bedside, placing her phone on top of it; then, rolling to his side of the bed, he lies on his stomach, face turned towards the other side.

Y/N’s eyes widen, she licks her lips, amusement glistening in her eyes as she gazes at his bare back.

“Harry.” She calls, carefully. “C’mere, let me hold you.”

“I’m too tired.” He says in a horse voice, shifting his arms under the pillow.

Y/N holds back a snicker. Leaning to the side of his face, she whispers over his ear, skimming her lips gently over the earlobe. “I fear there’s something burning in here.”

Harry turns his face to her, bringing his arm around her and pulling her close; she squeals when his hand comes down her hips, feeling her behind before swatting a tight hand against it.

She whines, slapping his shoulder. He smiles with his eyes closed, rubbing his hand over where he’d spanked her.  She chuckles, bringing her face close to him, and slowly taking his lower lip in her mouth, she parts his mouth, kissing slowly.

They pull away, Harry holding her close while his nose snuggles into her cheek. Her arms wrap around his broad shoulder, her one leg winding around his hip, pressing close.

“Sleep.” Harry tells her, smiling at his next words. “Or I’m not letting you.”


Harry wakes up to the sound of his phone ringing, and rushing out of the bed, he reaches the dresser, accepting the call. It’s from Jeff, inviting him over for some drinks and football match at the club with the rest of their friends, adding in the end to bring along Y/N too.

Harry puts the phone away, turning around to look in the room to realize Y/N’s already awake. It’s 10 in the morning.

He walks to the bathroom, looking in the shower to find it empty but wet. She’s already taken a bath, and the fact confuses him. He quickly freshens up, walking out of the bathroom with just his sweatpants, hands tucked in the pockets as he walks to the kitchen.

Y/N’s standing in front of the coffee maker, concentrating on the article she reads from the newspaper. Her hair is wet, water dripping on the shoulder of her crop top she’s wearing, paired with dark, tight jeans.

“Mornin’” Harry walks in towards her. She looks up, putting the newspaper away, as Harry leans in for a hug. Kissing, they pull away, Harry’s hands on her hips, pinning her to the slab behind.

“You’re all ready?” He asks, eyeing her up and down.

Y/N’s hands creep up, pressing against his stomach. “Jenna called this morning. She needed some helping with the set up and everything. It’s my day off today too, so I’m just going about.” She shrugs her shoulders.

“The photo shoot’s today?” Harry asks, as the ding goes off, and he leans up to get coffee mugs from the above cupboard.

Y/N only nods, leaning to the fridge to bring milk, and then sugar from the drawers.

“But, listen.” Harry says, grabbing her attention, as he pours down coffee into the two mugs. “Jeff called up. He’s having a get together at the club. You’re coming with me. When will you wind up and get free?”

Harry helps in making the rest of the coffee, putting in the sugar and milk just as required, and passes her mug to her. Leaning against the slab, Harry listens to her as she speaks.

“It’s just a few hours deal. If I leave by 11, I should be through at around 4.”

“That’s so long.” He leans to her, putting an affectionate hand on her back, as they kiss.

“Mm-hmm. But Jenna’s a good friend, and her including me in the project she’s been dreaming of is very humbling and sweet. I couldn’t say no.” Y/N nods, pursing her lips.

Harry grins at her, crinkling his nose in adoration of her, leaning in for another kiss on her lips. “I’ll pick you up from the studio then? Even I’m running about in two hours to the studio. 4, right?”

“Yeah, I’ll text you the address.”


It’s  4:15 when Harry reaches the site of the photo shoot, parking his car outside before jogging inside the building.

Y/N and the model stand talking, occasionally laughing at one another’s pleasantries. Harry’s eyes land on them, and his pace at the jog increases.

“Y/N.” He calls her, bringing her eyes to him.

Y/N smiles, walking to him, and they share a quick side hug, Harry tugging to her side even after she’s pulled away. His lips come down on her temple as the guy approaches them.

“Francisco, this is Harry, my boyfriend.” Y/N introduces.

Harry leans in, shaking hands with him. “Nice to meet you, man.” He’s a young lad, seems hardly above thirty to him.

Harry sighs. “So, are you guys done?” He asks Y/N, eyes on her.

“Yeah, yeah.” Y/N nods. “Jenna’s just gone to assist the pack up, and Francisco’s just waiting for his drive.”

Harry turns to Francisco. “Something we can help you with, sir? We could drop you off if you’d like.”

Francisco smiles, patting Harry’s arm lightly. “Oh, no, thank you, man, they’re just on their way.”

Saying so, they hear a loud squeal from behind; a little boy runs up to their direction.

“Daddy!”  The little boy jumps into Francisco’s arms, receiving kisses all over his face.

“Milo.” Francisco turns the kid’s attention to Y/N and one surprised Harry. “This is Y/N, and this is Harry.”

Milo gladly waves at them, Y/N cooing at the cute child while Harry still tries to recover from the information. A woman walks behind, holding a little baby on her hip, as she smiles up at Francisco on reaching him, kissing his lips in greeting.

“This is my wife, Jessian.” She is introduced.

Y/N gets along, talking merrily to the couple with the two most adorable kids. Jenna joins them a few moments later, and somehow they end up talking for a full hour.

“I’d love to keep in touch, girls. Thank you for having me.” Francisco smiles, hugging the friends before he departs with his family.

Y/N tugs at Harry’s arms. “Let’s leave?”

“Yeah.” He nods, looking ahead.


“So?” Y/N turns around, crossing her arms at her chest as she looks at Harry standing at the door after he’s closed it.

“Yeah..” Harry gives her a look, clearing his throat awkwardly.

Y/N’s eyebrows crook up; she leans on one leg, tapping her other feet constantly, as she witnesses Harry go from relaxed to biting his lip in confusion.

“You didn’t tell me-“


“You didn’t tell me he was married, and-and has kids and all.” Harry finishes, looking up at her.

“Would that have caused a difference?” Y/N presses, sucking her cheeks in to hold back a laugh.

“No.” Harry replies, bold. “I would’ve nevertheless punched him –maybe harder, considering the fact that he has a family-if he would have made an inch of a move on you.”He steps towards her, eyes serious.

Y/N throws her head back, laughing. “You would have fought him?”

“Yeah.” Harry’s hand tugs her towards him, bringing her body slick against him. “I would have changed the map of his structured jaw and cheek.”

Y/N chuckles, leaning onto his neck. “You know, Harry, your face and the words are so contrasting. It doesn’t suit you, trying to be all violent and all. You’re like a saint-calm and loving.” She chuckles, looking at him, and bringing her hands up, she cups his cheeks. “I didn’t think it would go this far, oh, dear.”

Harry’s eyes narrow, his forehead creasing. “You did it on purpose?”

Y/N throws her head back laughing, staring at his ambushed expressions. “I couldn’t help myself! You were so dramatic last night – He’s nice, yeah-“ She mocks in his tone. “Last night was something, oh.” She laughs.

Harry doesn’t say anything. He let’s go of her, shaking his head. “Get ready, we have to leave.”

He walks away, leaving behind Y/N sulking on her behavior. She bites her lip, her laugh all gone, and shakes her head, rushing back after him.

“Harry.” She calls him, walking into their room; he’s started to rummage through his closet, picking an outfit. “Harry. It was a joke, c’mon.” She drawls, nearing him to wrap her arms around his waist from the back.

“No.” He husks. “I felt so angry last night, I was so affected, you don’t understand.”

“Hey, hey, hey.” She calls, pulling him to turn around. “Look at me. Fine, I’m sorry. I will never again try to be frank or pull around pranks with my boyfriend because he tends to get butt-hurt very easily.” She says, a crisp in her voice.

“Oh, oh, so, it’s coming on me, now?” Harry sounds offended.

Y/N rolls her eyes, turning away. “Let’s not do this.” She walks off in the direction of the bathroom, leaving Harry confused and annoyed at her cussedness.

They get ready separately, no talking as they rummage about in the room, finding their specifics and putting on nice outfits, unconsciously matching in color. Their eyes go on each other’s dresses when they face one another, Y/N turning away before Harry can catch her.

The drive is nonetheless silent; there doesn’t seem to be a feeling of realization come over. They both stand egoistic, waiting for the other to start up a conversation and end up the awkwardness clouding more and more. But nothing seems to occur.

At the club, they separate, greeting their group of friends, moods slightly lighting up as the crowd begins to follow up. They have their booth reserved; at the corner where the whole group of ten take seats of their choice.

Y/N grabs her corner with her friends, while Harry’s surrounded by his own mates, both of them fidgeting to see one another, but of course hesitant in approaching.

Feeling her chest ache with the pressure of her feels, Y/N spills everything to Glenne.

“Oh, you’re no way wrong. God, boys have to learn to be less dramatic and more tacky. I’m sure Harry’s playing tricks with ya. Wanting to have you on your knees. Do not, girl, do not.”

Glenne’s words strike Y/N in some way, and she decides to not care, genuinely beginning to enjoy the evening.

The game goes wonderful; the boys cheering over and over while cans of beer go empty on the tables. Harry then and now keeps turning back to look at Y/N, and at one point he finds her on her phone again, showing something to Glenne that has them giggling.

The heaviness settles back again in his chest, he turns back to the screen, taking a swing of his drink. When he turns to his side, Jeff’s giving him a look.

“Don’t have to act anymore like you wouldn’t have broken his nose even though he would’ve just walked past your Y/N.” He states. “You hate him, Harry. Let her know this. Let her like it. Stop sulking around.”

Harry sighs. “But, she shouldn’t have-“

“I know you don’t regret thinking worse for that model boy. He’s got your girl distracted, get her back, man. Buck up.” Jeff urges him.

Harry nods, biting his lower lip. He takes a last swing from the can, finishing his fifth. He turns to Jeff, giving him beg eyes. “You have to help me out. I don’t want to just go and apologize or shit.”

Jeff chuckles at his friend. “Fine, you bugger.” He turns around, calling, “Glenne! Come forward you guys!”

Glenne nods, smiling at her beau, then she turns to Y/N, smirking cunningly. “Harry totally saw us, and it’s probably him calling you. Step up, babe. You’re not giving in easily.” They bump their fists, Y/N nodding at her friend.

Jeff makes space, sliding to the end of the long couch, making seats for the two girls. Glenne slides in beside Jeff, Y/N automatically having had to sit beside Harry. She’s grabbed her seat, and Harry’s eyes have not once trained on her. She shifts, leaning back against the backrest.

Jeff calls Harry, asking him to pass on some beer cans. Harry leans down, bringing out two cans from the cans from the ice box, passing one to his friend, while the other he holds it before Y/N.


She takes it, nothing to say, as she pops open the lid, bringing the can to her lips. Harry’s arm comes behind her, resting on the couch, his fingers hanging loosely in the air beside her. The fidgeting is on for quite long; Harry’s tricks to trying to grab her attention absolutely fail as all he tries is to somehow touch her. But, he’s too damn reluctant to do so, awkward even, because Y/N hasn’t stepped up to cut the ice between them. He doesn’t like being rejected.

He leans forward at times, then leans back, bringing his arm back behind her. He then crosses his leg over one another, clears his throat more than he would have ever done in a lifetime, and ends up holding one beer can for half an hour.

Something suddenly strikes Y/N, and she turns her head in his direction, catching him looking at her before he turns away, scratching the side of his head to correct his mistake. She holds back a chuckle, as she turns to Glenne, widening her eyes at her in amusement. Glenne clears her throat, leaning back on the couch as she gestures her hand over her neck, mouthing – he’s totally suffering. Jeff catches Glenne do so, and when he looks up, Harry’s looking at the girls from the corner of his eyes too. His eyes widen, he pulls Glenne to him, leaving Harry to sought this out without any distractions.

Y/N sits up straight, alarmed at the way Jeff pulls Glenne to him so suddenly, and when she looks up at Harry, he’s sipping his beer, a smirk visible when he brings the can away from his lips.

Well then, it’s out.

She keeps it cool anyway, casually leaning back against the couch. She’s about to cross her knee over another when cold hand clutches her upper thigh, tugging her dress up as his fingers slip in. The booth’s dark, otherwise Harry would’ve never done such a thing.

Y/N licks her lips, slowly bringing her hand on top of his, pushing away his fingers clutching her skin, so tight.

“Y/N.” Harry breaths against her ear, whispering for only her to know. The heaviness of his voice gives a shudder inside her, forcing her to draw her legs close together. Harry’s hand wrap around her, fiddling with her fingers, and he takes a deep breath, brushing against her ear.

“Y/N, we have something to seek out, would you mind joining me for a minute?” He sultrily whispers in her ear, pulling his hand away as he boldly gets up, walking away.

Jeff has Glenne tugged under his arm so tight, she barely can see Y/n at the moment. Leaving no option, Y/N gets up, trailing on the way Harry walked. She looks up in the bathrooms, and passing by the very first one, the door to it opens and Harry pulls her in, locking it away behind him.

Y/N looks at him, eyes wide, as he stares down at her, eyes expressionless.

“Y-Yes?” She says, pulling her hands behind her back, obediently.

Harry keeps looking at her, pulling his lower lips between his thumb and finger, massaging it slowly.

“You wanted to seek something out?” Y/N asks again, her confidence faltering.

“You know what,” He finally speaks, the roughness in his voice nevertheless nerve wrecking. “I thought you’ve had enough of these games, but you go around again trying to make me…jealous?”

Y/N’s hands loosen. “Harry, you’re absolutely over reacting. Shrug it off, babe. it’s fun.”

This has Harry eyes narrowing. He takes a long stride in her direction, pinning her instantly to the granite slab behind her, holding her in position with the weight of his hands on her wrists.

She looks up at him, breath quivering, her body absolutely pumping to see him this way.

He grunts. “Don’t make me recite to you how Glenne and you were deliberately making fun of my state!” He lashes out, body pressing onto her taut. “But now-now stop.” He holds a finger up at her face, his forehead forming creases.

Y/N leans forward, kissing his finger, absolutely guilty for making him feel this furious. Harry puts his finger away, turning his head to the side. He pushes back from her, swinging his hands on his side to ease away the tension. Y/N’s eyes close for a moment, then she’s leaning to him, pulling him towards her by a grip on his shirt.

He stumbles a few steps to her, enough that she has him leaning onto her, enough for her lips to find his neck.

“I was jealous-I am jealous. And I absolutely will be even if he wouldn’t even touch you. In fact, I’ll be jealous of every that guy who tends to distract you from me. I would hate it. I would be pulsating inside to beat the shit out of that person because-because you’re mine.” His hands grab her hips. “You’re mine, and I want you to know this clearly before I go about telling the whole world.”

He grabs the back of her head, pulling her from his neck to look at him.

“You can’t go around making fun of this feeling of mine. It really did hurt me. I started comparing myself to that guy and, I-I came in to see you at 4 just so I can tell him off about us.”

Y/N bites the inside of her cheeks, bringing her head close for their foreheads to meet. Harry’s breathing alters, as her finger comes up, running along the line of his cheek, trailing down to touch his lips, hot and red from the exertion of anger.

She doesn’t say anything; she leans up, attaching their lips. Harry’s eyes fall shut; his lips pucker to meet her kiss. She pulls away, wrapping her hands around his neck, pushing her fingers into his hair. “I’m sorry.” She stutters onto his lips.

She pokes her nose with his, tilting her head to reach his lips again, whispering into them, “I love you, I love you so much, baby. I don’t deserve this, but, please forgive me.”

Harry’s breath shakes, and then he hungrily attaches their lips, invading her mouth like he’s been waiting for so long. His arms wrap around his in circles, curving on her back till he’s had her slammed against his chest, body shut close like they’re one.

Her hands desperately wrap around his shoulders, mouth groaning onto his, opening more for him to feel her.

His knee raises up, hitching past her dress, as he presses her down on the granite slab behind, leaving her mouth to kiss her neck while his knee rubs against her.

Y/N gasps, looking down at his mouth nearing to her center.” Can I say something?”

“No.” Harry chuckles at her groaning. He pulls her dress up, slipping his hand into her lace panties, finding her clit as he begins rubbing.

“Harry.” Y/N moans, grabbing his shoulders as his finger dig deep, her mouth falling agape. He wraps his arm around her waist, hoisting her on his finger as he urges her to grind. She moves back and forth, feeling a tight stretch inside her walls. Their faces come together, eyes meeting, and he thrusts into her another finger, having her head fall onto his shoulder.

“I like this.” Y/N whimpers against his shoulder. “Harder, baby. You know where to hit it.”

Hearing her, Harry feels a burst of energy course through him, and he pulls out of her, starting to work over his jeans button.

Y/N takes a moment, leaning against the slab as she catches her breath. Harry’s hand resume on her hips, and she looks up, his face enlightened, a glow in his skin with the redness on his cheeks, his eyes dark and lustrous.

“Harry, you’ve showed me something so addictive. This rage, this desperation, for me?”

Harry groans, leaning into her as his member slips inside her, her wetness easing the process. His lips meet her, they kiss, lapse around her soft skin, before he begins to thrust.

“You want more?” Harry moans, winding his arm around her back and pulling her close to his chest as he grinds inside her.

“Mm-hmm.” She nods, her head against his shoulder, her lips biting in anticipation.

His hips position, slamming against her bones as he thrusts hard, looking at her face for approval.

She smirks. “You can hit harder than that.”

Grinning, Harry puts his chin on her shoulder, thrusting in with all he can summon. She groans out loud, and he feels no need to look at her face for approval. He kneads her hips in his hands, kissing her shoulder and neck, while his hips press further into her, slamming himself inside her, hard, aching her hip bones till she felt certain of bruises.

They reach their climaxes, falling apart on one another, heavy breathing and limbs aching from the roughness.

Harry pulls Y/N to him, kissing her lips sloppily as he feels relief in her touch. They pull away; Harry helps her put on her clothes, setting them in place.

Y/N grins at him. “Glenne was right when she said you’re being dramatic.” Harry looks up at her from sliding her panties up her thighs. “It really did hurt me.”  She laughs, Harry grinning at her as he shakes his head.

“Shud up.” He slaps her behind, causing her to jerk in her place and jump on him, giving him big eyes. He laughs back at her, swatting her back again but in a much playful manner.

“Mhm, I love ya.”

“I love you too, pet.” They lean in for a kiss.

Harry pulls way quicker, though, struggling to pull up his pants. “Let’s get out of here! It’s already not that they’re talking about us!”  

Y/N smiles. She grabs his arm, and pulls him to her.

“Never again.” He says in a low tone, cupping her chin in his hand.

Y/N snickers. “Or maybe everyday. I like this wild side of yours.”

He smirks. “There’re more ways to bring it out.” He winks at her.

“How?” She widens her eyes like a curious pupil.

“Let’s get home, I’ll teach ya.”


Hostage(Bucky Barnes X Reader)

;Hiya guys I’m back! Thank you all for being so patient with me, I know I am not the best at updating..ever..but, you all still follow me and idk I just!! feel really grateful!! Anyway, here you goo ^~^

Originally posted by rcbbiereyez

Pale morning light filtered in through your window, nudging you awake. You stared through the slats in the blinds,momentarily mesmerized by the little particles of dust dancing in the sunlight. You sighed, knowing you had tons of errands to run, yet not wanting to get out of bed whatsoever.

Ten minutes later, you finally willed your body to get moving. You slowly removed your covers and got out of bed,getting in the shower. After getting dressed in a decent outfit and doing your hair, you left your apartment. The crisp morning hair was refreshing against your skin, as you began your walk down the city street. First order of business; get some coffee. 

There was a small little coffee shop about a block away from your apartment, and you wouldn’t hesitate to call it your second home. The owners new you, and they were some of the nicest people you’ve had the pleasure of knowing. The whole place smelled like dark chocolate and coffee beans, which has slowly become your favorite smell.

You strolled down the sidewalk towards the chipped green door, waving to people you encounter and shooting them friendly smiles. Some people in your life would argue that you’re one of the friendliest people they’ve ever met, and you like to keep up that reputation. 

Finally,you made it to your favorite coffee shop ever, cheerfully bantering with Mr.Diaz, the owner, as he got you your coffee. 

“Well, you have a good day, then, (y/n)! Be safe,”Mr.Diaz smiled, handing over my coffee. 

“You too, Mr.Diaz! I’ll be back soon,” You promised, walking out. One of the perks of the coffee shop being there, is that it was right across the street from the little local grocery store. your apartment was really in a great place, huh?

You sipped on my coffee, relishing in the warm, slightly bitter taste as it warmed you slowly from the inside out. Mentally making a grocery list, you perused the aisles. It was not a good idea coming in here hungry, because you ended up buying way too much junk food. 

There was only one person in line other than you, and maybe ten people in the store in total, including the workers. It was nice and quiet inside, the gentle singing of some top-charts artist being the background to the scene.You stood patiently, waiting for the other person to finish ringing up their groceries. Suddenly, another person walked in. They were wearing a dark sweatshirt, and a black hat, and looked tense. Instantly, you got a bad feeling about this guy.

The man moved erratically around the store, eyes never stopping on something for more than a second.You shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably,itching to get out of there and away from the guy. Just as the annoyed-looking teen at the register started to ring up the groceries, the guy circled back to the front. He held a blank stare, going to the other woman behind the counter. She smiled warmly at him, asking if he needed anything. He said nothing. 

Your heart constricted in your chest when he pulled out the gun.

It was aimed right at her, and she looked calmly down the barrel. Immediately, you started backing away, trying not to grab his attention. 

“Sir, please, could you lower the gun,” the worker said calmly, looking straight into his eyes. He only gripped the gun tighter. Suddenly, he whirled around to face you, gun pointed straight at your stomach. You let out an involuntary scream at his sudden movement, catching the attention of the other six or so people in the store. 

Just around the corner, out of the man’s sight, a terrified mother stood, clutching a tiny girl to her. The little girl was looking up at her mom, confused, sucking on a little pink lollipop. This scene made your heart sink, thinking of what horrors might happen to this mother and young girl, and to you, today.

“I want everyone down on the floor, now!”The man’s gruff voice came from behind the mask. Slowly, you sank to the floor, backing yourself up against the shelves behind you. The man took his attention from you, sauntering back over to the counter. His movements were so…calm..it was unnerving. 

Suddenly, he jerked his hand down, grabbing the teenage cashier by her hair. She shrieked, tears streaming down her face once she felt the cool metal of the gun barrel against her forehead. She made eye contact with you, silently pleading, and you knew you had to do something. 

Slowly, you moved so you were hidden behind the deli counter, scooting farther and farther so you could work undetected. Finally, you were all the way behind the counter. Silently, you took out your phone, punching in 9-1-1. You knew you wouldn’t be able to talk on the phone, so you opted for texting. You sent the simplest message you could:

56th st grocery. Robbery Hostages Gun Help

Once it was sent, you put your phone away, silently praying for help to arrive faster.

Please…please I’ll do anything, give you anything! Just let me go,” the now sobbing teenage girl begged, her heavy black eyeliner running down her cheeks. Instantly you stood up before you even knew what you were doing. 

“If you’re gonna take a hostage, take me instead. She’s so young..” you stepped forward, and the steely gray eyes of the gunman stared deep into your eyes.In an instant, the girl was thrown to the floor, and the gunman’s arm was squeezed tightly around your neck, choking you. About a moment later, voices and sirens could be heard outside. 

“THIS IS THE POLICE,COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP,” a man with a megaphone shouted.

“Shit..” the gunman mumbled, looking around. Suddenly, he began dragging you through the aisles, heels dragged on the linoleum, the occasional terrified shopper staring at you in horror.

He took you towards a big, metal door in the back of the store, harshly kicking it open. It revealed a stairwell, which only went up.He began dragging you up the stairs, choking you in the process as you tripped, trying to simultaneously keep up with him an not choke at the same time. When he reached the door at the top and kicked it open, glaring sunlight hit you in the face.

Immediately,the barrel of the gun was pressed into your forehead, and he dragged you over to the edge of the building. 

“DON’T COME ANY CLOSER, OR I SWEAR I’LL SHOOT HER,” the gunman shouted, catching the attention of the police below. The looks on their faces gave away how unlikely it was you’d be saved. Hot tears started pouring out of your eyes as a feeling of hopelessness washed over you. 

One of the police radioed someone, a grim look on his face, before turning to look back up at you. He reached to the back of his belt loop, unhooking the megaphone and bringing it to his lips.

“Sir, if you please, just let her go, and we can talk about this civilly,”the officer tried,but the gunman’s grip on you only got tighter. A few minutes of him pleading went by, before the noise of what sounded like a helicopter sounded overhead. 

The helicopter landed across the street, on top of the building next to the coffee shop. It was the first time you actually looked past the police, and what you saw made you cry even harder. Mr.Diaz was standing down on the street below, a face of stricken grief taking over his features. 

Suddenly, the feeling of the gun barrel left my forehead, allowing me to look over. The gunman’s gun, and arm, were stuck in a web. I followed the web back to the one and only spiderman, who was sitting on the edge of the building.

The gunman was jerked backwards, losing his grip on you. As he fell backwards, it propelled you forwards, effectively shoving you right over the edge of the building. You closed your eyes, grimacing, waiting for impact. 

But it never came. 

A pair of arms were gripping your waist tightly, beginning to pull you up. Once you were back on the roof, you instantly turned around hugging the person who saved you gratefully.

“Oh my god,thank you thank you thank you, you just saved my life! I cannot thank you enough because I am not smushed on the sidewalk currently-”you rambled, eyes still closed, hugging the person. He let out a chuckle, and you opened your eyes. Your cheeks immediately turned red when you saw you were clinging to the Bucky Barnes. 

“Well, anything for you, doll,” he smiled, gently guiding you to the stairs. You clung to him-to your lifeline-the whole way to the ambulance waiting on the street. 

“Okay, stay safe. If you need anything, you know who to come to,” Bucky said, once you climbed into the ambulance. 

“Thank you so much, again, I don’t know how I could ever repay you,” you smiled at him. 

“How about we go get a coffee sometime?” he asked casually,taking you by surprise.

“Uh, y-yeah, of course! I’ll catch you around.”

They’re Very Humerus

A/N: This was a fluffy request for a reader who makes a ton of nerdy and science-y puns around the office for Spencer, which he of course loves. However, it drives everyone else insane. @coveofmemories


“A neutron walks into a bar and asks the bartender how much for a drink,” you said to Spencer, coming up behind him first thing in the morning. “The bartender replies, for you, no charge.” You were unequivocally the queen of corny puns. As you passed his desk, setting down the cup of coffee you’d promised you’d pick up for him, he inhaled so hard he snorted. 

Garcia was coming off the elevator just as you began to tell another crappy pun. The punchline was dropped and you could see Garcia dragging her hand down her face. “You must stop!” she moaned. “It’s so early in the morning. How do you have this much energy? I mean, I know I’m a shining ray of sunshine in the darkness, but even I can’t have that kind of energy at-” She pulled her phone out of her pocket, barely awake enough to read the time. “It’s 7:15 in the morning. How?”

Spencer smiled as Garcia walked toward her office and you took a deep breath. He could tell you were about to drop another pun that would make Garcia want to scream. “Hey Garcia,” you called after her, stopping her in her tracks. She gazed at you with the best death stare she could possibly muster.

“What?” You could see the smoke coming out of her ears. She really was cranky first thing in the morning.

“They’re finally making a movie about clocks…it’s about time,” you snorted, watching as she said nothing, took a deep breath and walked to her office.

Spencer held his hand in front of his mouth, attempting to hide his cheesy grin from anyone else that was coming into the office. “That was a really bad one, Y/N,” he laughed. “I’ve got a worse one though.”

“Bring it, Spence,” you chuckled. 

“Why can’t skeletons play church music?” Because they have no organs, you thought to yourself. A classic. 

“Why, Spence?”

He giggled. “Because they have no organs.

Both of you began laughing like fools as you waited for everyone else to come in. “These are so, so bad,” he laughed.

“I know,” you replied. “Hey, Spence…skeleton puns…bone puns…they’re very humerus.” You cackled, slapping your knee. “So great.”

“What’s so great?” Emily asked. Everyone was filing in early in the morning because they had to be on the jet by eight. “Oh no…” She could see your face light up with glee, the glee only brought to you by a shitty pun.

“Oh yes…” you giggled. 

“Not again!” Morgan screamed coming off the elevator and immediately taking not of you and Spencer laughing under your collective breath. 

“Oh yea. I got one for the two of you. Spencer will probably know this one.” 

Emily took a sip of her coffee and Morgan looked her way with envy. “I haven’t even had my coffee yet, Y/N. Don’t make me listen to this.”

“But you have to and you love me even though I like shitty puns. So here we go, how much room is needed for fungi to grow?” You swallowed your laughter. God, it was so hard.

They cut their eyes at each other, then at you, and finally back toward Spencer, who had definitely figured it out. “How much room is needed, Reid?” Emily deadpanned. “I absolutely need to know.”

“As mushroom as possible,” he said, his mouth opening wide as a bellowing laugh emanated throughout the bullpen. “God, they’re so bad. I love it.”

“It’s such a good thing I love you, kid,” Morgan said, turning to the coffee machine. “Normally, this kind of energy in the morning would be met with a swift punch to the face.” When JJ got off the elevator, her hair still a mess from just rolling out of bed and driving to work, Morgan motioned for her to walk away before you had the chance to shower her with crappy puns. There were times she could deal with them and others…not so much. You and Spencer seemed to be the only truly morning people, although Rossi wasn’t too bad of a morning person.

“You’ve been working here for a year now, Y/N,” Rossi said, calmly sipping his espresso as he walked toward your desk. “How is it possible that you still have a slew of puns in that head of yours that we haven’t heard yet? I could practically hear the stifled giggling from the parking garage. How many people have you drive crazy this morning so far?”

“Garcia, Morgan and Emily,” you laughed, sitting on Spencer’s desk. “Spencer appreciates my crappy jokes. And Morgan robbed me of the joy of watching JJ’s face this morning. I have a special one for you though, Rossi. I can’t believe I haven’t used this one before.”

“Go ahead,” he sighed. “It’s so rare that we get people smiling in here, I can’t deny you that.”

“What do you call a fake noodle?” you asked.

“Oh, come on!” Spencer cackled, throwing his hands up in the air and nearly knocking over his cup of caffeinated goodness. “Everyone knows that one!”

“He’s right you know,” Rossi replied, taking his thumb and pointing backward toward the Boy Genius’s desk. “An impasta.”

Dammit. That was an easy one. “I’m gonna have to come up with a better one for you.”

“Especially if you’re going with the Italian theme,” he laughed. “Impress me.” Now everyone was in. The only person that hadn’t had one of your jokes showered upon him was Hotch, and honestly, you weren’t sure how much you were willing to test him, no less first thing in the morning.

As everyone filed into the conference room, cups of coffee in hand, you opened your mouth to speak - not tell a joke - speak, but you were cut off by Emily. “Unless you plan to whisper one to Spencer or bestow a crappy pun on Hotch like you did the rest of us, you must stop.”

She was hoping that would be enough to keep you quiet, but she had no that you ran on puns and if you didn’t keep spouting them you’d lose your mind. Actually, the case could be made that was already starting to happen. “If you’re going to tell one to Hotch, it better be bad,” JJ mumbled. “A really bad one.”

“Okay Hotch,” you said. Spencer was waiting with bated breath to see his reaction. Last week, he’d dared you to bring out your worst pun for Hotch and you’d chickened out because he wasn’t in a good mood. But now… “A thief fell and broke his leg in wet cement…He became a hardened criminal.”

Much to your surprise, as well as everyone else’s…Hotch started to chuckle under his breath, trying desperately not to smile. “Don’t encourage her!” The rest of the team screamed. 

JJ banged her head into the table, still barely awake after a half a cup of coffee. “Or she’ll never stop.”


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Pairing: Kyungsoo/Reader 

Genre: Angst

“I dream my painting and I paint my dream.” 

The wooden panels creak softly as you step inside the silent studio. The white walls give the room a heavenly glow, but it’s nothing compared to the radiance of the scattered canvases. Along every side of the room, line various paintings. Some unfinished, and some only with a single stroke of medium. You love every single one of them. 

The floors are speckled with year-old stains from oil paints, charcoal, and cold coffee. You wonder how the walls still lay untouched. 

A lone easel sits in the center of the room, its legs buried by crumbled paper, paint tubes, and broken brushes. You walk over and sit on the wooden stool next to the stand. Your eyes are drawn to his latest work. You admire the vibrant colors and wonder how he does it. It’s just a base layer of blues and whites, but a strange warmth envelopes your heart. 

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request: can u do one where something happens with the paparazzi and you get hurt an shawn like gets mad and protects you

You laughed as Geoff mentioned something about what Shawn did that morning, to which the singer’s face turned a dark shade of red. He looked at his phone when it lit up, and groaned. “Andrew said we need to be back at the venue soon.”

“Ok, let me just run to the bathroom real quick.” You departed from your boyfriend and walked to the restrooms, glancing at the exit to the place. You felt your stomach drop when you saw the paparazzi waiting outside, and returned back to the table. “Nevermind,” You sat down, anxious.

“What’s wrong, hun?” Shawn asked, sitting up. He saw your eyes go towards the doors, and he put two and two together. “Oh, love,” He took your hand, and looked at Geoff, who shrugged.

“I’m gonna go ask if they have a back exit or something.” Geoff said, excusing himself from the table.

“Wait,” You stopped him, and Shawn looked at you. “It’s ok, I was just surprised. If Andrew needs you back, we should probably go now.” You stood up, and Shawn followed, keeping a tight grip on your hand.

“Don’t let go of my hand, ok? It’s gonna be fine.” Shawn said, pressing a light kiss to your knuckles before Geoff opened the door.

Dozens of flashes went off as soon as the doors opened, and you squinted against the lights. “Shawn! Shawn! Is it true you’re moving to LA?” One man asked, shoving a microphone towards you two.

“No, I’m not moving to LA.” Shawn said, moving towards his Jeep.

“Shawn! Are you and Camila dating? Is this just a publicity stunt?” A woman asked, and you rolled your eyes. You felt a shove from the back and stumbled forward, nearly falling, but you did twist your ankle.

Shawn caught you before you fell, and he spun around. “What the fuck?” He asked, glaring at the paparazzi who had shoved you.

“What? I’m just tryin’ to get my photos, man? Not my fault your girl can’t walk right!” He said, and you saw Shawn’s shoulders stiffen.

“Shawn, stop, he’s just trying to get a reaction. Let’s go,” You said, and Geoff nodded, although he seemed pretty pissed, too.

“No,” the singer stoof his ground. “Don’t you talk about my girlfriend like that again, or anyone like that! Don’t go shoving people over for photos, either, you fucker.” Shawn said, before he and Geoff helped you into the car.

On the way to the studio, Shawn was sitting in the back with you. Geoff mentioned that it would be better if he drove, since Shawn was still ticked off. “Are you ok?” He asked, looking at your ankle.

“I’ll be fine, nothing some painkillers and ice won’t fix.” You shrugged off the minor injury and looked at Shawn. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Shawn nodded, running a hand through his hair. “I just got so mad when I saw you stumble. I saw red, and my- my only priority was making sure that never happens again. To anyone.” Shawn said, growing quiet. He had a habit of becoming shy when he was expressing his feelings.

“Aw, babe, I love you.” You kissed your boyfriend’s cheek, and Geoff cooed at you two from the driver’s seat, turning into the venue’s parking lot.

a/n: feedback is wonderful 


Character: Credence Barebone

Prompt: 8 & 14

A/n: This one runs on the longer side so if you prefer shorter ones let me know, though I really like the turn out of this one.

I hope this fulfills the original request and those of you who wanted a fluffy Credence fic ヽ(:3ノ ヽ)ノ

You fluffed the stems of the sunflowers in your shop window, making sure they had the best chances of getting to the sunlight.

“Good morning.” An older woman said to you as she passed by.

You smiled at her, knowing she visted your shop often. “Good morning, Mrs. Thompson.” You said with a wave.

You owned your flower shop for about two years now. Most days people came in and out, buying bouquets for their loved ones or celebrations for birthdays and anniversaries.

Looking up at the sky you noticed it would probably start to rain sometime this afternoon.

Your looked down the sidewalk and saw a young man wearing dark clothes walk towards you, you recalled seeing him at a few of those fanatic witch exposing protests, looking miserable the whole time.

“Ah, Good morning.” You said, smiling at him.

His footsteps faltered and he turned to look at you, eyebrows furrowing as if wondering if he was the one you were speaking to.

You nodded, a small laugh coming out. “What’s your name?” You asked.

“Credence Barebone.” He said softly, almost too quiet for you to hear.

Holding your hand out to him, you grinned. “Well it’s very nice to meet you Credence Barebone, I’m (Y/n) (L/n).”

He hesitantly shook your hand, looking slightly uncomfortable as he did so.

“I should probably be heading off now.” He said, folding his hands and looking down at them.

“Oh wait” You said, turning around and pulling one of the sunflowers out from the display and taking your shears to cut the stem down.

“Here, I think this’ll help brighten you up.” You said, tucking the yellow flower into his beast pocket. “There, lovely.”

Credence looked down at the flower, noticing how bright it looked constrastimg with his dark jacket. “Thank you.” He said, his voice lifting in tone and volume.

“You’re very welcome, come by again when you have the time.” You said, offering him one last wave before walking into your story and flipping the sign to show you were open.

Credence stood there for a moment, watching the door you had just gone through with a confused look on his shoulder.

He casted one last glance at the flower, and decided to move it to his inner coat pocket so his mother wouldn’t ask questions.

Credence visted your shop frequently after that first encounter, sometimes it would be before you opened before the day, fixing the arrangements outside. Other times he would walk inside, admiring the bouquets you had resting on displays or in intricate vases.

Each time you welcomed him with a warm smile and a friendly hello, an alarming difference then what he was used to.

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t find immense comfort and warmth in your presence. You were incredibly kind and everytime he walked inside it was like entering a whole other world than his own.

This caused Credence to have several questions float through his mind, one amoung them being why you were so polite to him when almost everyone thought he was strange.

He decided to ask you one day, lingering around your shop until he a moment to speak to you alone.

“Can I ask you something?” He said while you were behind the cash register, refilling some seed pouches.

Even after a week or so of becoming good acquaintances with Credence, he was still very shy around you, speaking in quiet tones and standing awkwardly stiff.

“Of course.” You said brightly, wiping your hands on your apron.

“Why are you so nice to me?” He asked, looking up to meet your gaze.

You gave him a soft smile. “I wasn’t aware I had to have a reason.”

“N-no it’s just that most people tend to just look at me strangely or call me a freak so, I wanted to know if there was a specific reason for you being so kind to me.”

You were taken back a bit, part from the information he had given you and because that was probably the most he had spoken to you since your encounter.

“I see.” You commented, eyes drifting down to your counter before an idea popped into your head. “Close your eyes and hold out your hands.”

“W-What?” He asked, his tone becoming one of panic.

Your eyes went wide at the sudden change in emotion. “Hey, easy. I just want to give you something.”

Credence stared at you for a moment before very hesitantly closing his eyes and holding out his hands.

You quickly rushed off into your back room and took something from the various wooden shelves and reappearing at the counter, where Credence was still standing.

“Did you know that flowers have certain meanings?” You said, reaching your hands to place one in his hand, but you faltered slightly at the marks on his hands.

“No.” His short answer pulled you away from your thoughts and you gently set the flower in his palm.

“Well they do.” You said. “You can open your eyes now.”

He did as told, eyes falling onto the yellow flower you had placed in his hand.

“Do you know what this is?”

“No…but I’ve seen them before.”

“This is a dandelion, I have quite a few of them in my back room. They’re considered a weed so not a lot of people appricate them or find them pretty. But what’s interesting about them is whenever these yellow petals fall off, it will recreate itself and turn into this.” You informed him, placing a whispy looking white flower into his other hand. “The phoenix of the flowers really.”

Credence looked upon the flowers and held them close to face, observering them carefully.

“I suppose that is why I’m so kind to you, you remind me of dandelions. Not very many people find them interesting or pretty to look at, but they’re extraordinary in their own right.”

“That’s a nice thought.”

“Yes I rather think so.” You said smiling at him.

Credence looked up at you and returned the gesture, though his was a mere upturn of the one corner of his mouth. “Thank you for telling me about them.”

“Thank you for listening.”

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One Year | A Gaston Story (Chapter Four)

One Year | A Gaston Story

Gaston (Luke Evans) X OC

Summary:  Gaston made all the wrong choices in life, and when a dramatic fall from the Beast’s castle leaves him wounded and near-death, he thinks it’s the end of his time. When an old beggar woman appears at his side, she heals him back to his normal self but gives him one year, and only one year, to find true love before his time on earth, and the town’s memories of him, come to an end.

Prologue | Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four

Anne replayed the morning’s events over in her mind – It had been hours since Gaston locked himself in his room and the only villagers who even dared to enter the tavern were Lefou, Stanley, Andre the bartender and a few quiet men who were enjoying their fifth round of ale before noon. Lefou, huddled closely in conversation with Stanley, continued to extend his kindness to Anne and offered several times to show her around the village, but her mind was somewhere else. At this point, her mother would wake to find Anne’s bed empty, her dresses taken, and her horse gone. It wouldn’t be much longer until the old woman stormed into the town and demanded to take her daughter back home to that lonesome cottage.

Absentmindedly, she twirled the chain of her silver pendant around her pointer finger as she stared at the door, half-expecting her mother to barge through at any moment. When she noticed Stanley’s and Lefou’s eyes were settled directly on her, she rose from Gaston’s chair by the fireplace and strolled towards the bar. It had been a long night, an even longer morning, and her tired legs could barely handle her weight as she plopped onto a barstool next to Lefou.

“Well, this morning’s been sufficiently unpleasant,” the stocky man said to no one in particular.

The girl had many questions. Why had Gaston reacted so aggressively to the townspeople and especially Lefou, his friend? What were the townspeople talking about…Why did they loathe the village war hero? Based on the tavern’s heroic paintings, she assumed he was worshiped by all. But this morning, there was such a powerful stench of abhorrence among everyone who kept speaking of “that night”…whatever that meant. Anne was curious, but she was also empathetic towards Gaston and Lefou. Obviously, they had been best friends at one time, then something happened…

“You should check on him,” Lefou suggested when she didn’t respond. “And then, if you want, I can show you around the village this afternoon.”

“Thanks, that sounds great,“ she gave in. "I’ll grab my things,” she hopped off the barstool.

“Just leave it,” Stanley chimed in before gulping the rest of his ale. The stench of alcohol so early in the day made her sick to her stomach.

“I thought I was only staying the night.”

“I will work on Gaston,” Lefou shrugged nonchalantly. “That’s not for you to worry about.” When she looked at him with an arched brow, he added, “He’ll let you stay, Anne. I’m sure of it.”

Unsure and suspicious, her strides were hesitant as she moved by the bar and rounded the corner to the stairs. She could have sworn she heard Lefou and Stanley speak her and Gaston’s names as she began climbing the stairs. This town certainly gossiped.

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Barry Allen x Reader

It was late into the night as we pulled up to the motel, we’d been on a mission and couldn’t face driving back to Bruce’s through the night. Stopping the car, Barry turned to face me, despite the exhaustion evident in his eyes he was still smiling.
“I’ll go see if they have rooms for us”
I nodded my head, grateful that he wasn’t making me get out of the car yet, my aching limbs were reluctant to move. I fiddled with the radio, switching between stations as I waited for him to come back with the room keys.
Several minutes later Barry emerged from the small reception. He got into the car, an anxious smile adorning his face.
“So-uh-they have a room but there’s a slight problem”
“There’s only one bed, it’s a double but still”
I’d never seen Barry look so nervous, he was fidgeting with the key clearly waiting to be told off.
“You know what, I’m so tired that I don’t care, we can share a bed”
Shock was written all over his face as he searched mine for a trick or a lie.
“Really? I don’t mind sleeping on the floor..or if there’s a sofa in there I’ll sleep on that”
My eyes softened at his sweetness but I couldn’t make him sleep on the floor.
“Don’t be ridiculous, we’re both exhausted, I’m not letting you spend the night uncomfortable. Come on, we’re adults it’ll be fine” Again, he was taken back by my answer, but appreciation shone through his eyes.
“Okay, as long as you don’t mind”
I nodded my head in response before we both grabbed our bags and found our room.

The room was dated and an unusual smell hung in the air but I was still relieved by the sight of the double bed. Too tired to take a shower, I went into the small ensuite and changed into my pyjamas, hastily brushing my teeth so I could go to bed. Reentering our room I was surprised to see that Barry had also changed and was already lying in bed. For the first time I felt nervous, I’d been too tired to care before but now I was anxious. I’d liked Barry for a long time but I’d never been brave enough to tell him, now the idea of being so close to one another for an entire night caused a frenzy of butterflies to swarm my stomach. Cautiously approaching the empty side of the bed, I lifted the covers and slipped inside. Despite the cheapness of the motel, the sheets felt soft and combined with Barry’s warmth it was like being wrapped in a hug. We both awkwardly arranged ourselves in a way that meant we wouldn’t be touching before mumbling good nights to one another and drifting off to sleep.

The warm, golden light coming through the crack in the curtain caused me to awake with a grumble. I moved to roll over when I was stopped by the weight pressing onto my shoulder and around my waist. Turning my head ever so slightly, I was met by Barry’s dozing face. His eyes were shut and his face was perfectly peaceful as he nuzzled into the crook of my neck. Glancing down, I could see his toned arm curled protectively around my waist. As sweet as it was-and it really was, my bladder was demanding attention. I tried rolling out of his grip but that only caused his hold to tighten instinctively. I tried everything, but nothing would move him. I was trying to crawl upwards out of his grip when I heard a sleepy grumbled erupt from behind me.
“What the hell are you doing?”
God his sleep riddled voice was adorable. Shyly glancing over my shoulder, I sent him a smile.
“Trying to escape your death grip” This caused a laugh to rumble through his chest. However instead of letting me go, he pulled me impossibly closer.
“Shh..you’re so warm” He sounded as if he was about to fall straight back to sleep but I really couldn’t let that happen. This time instead of pulling away from Barry I turned into his embrace. He hummed in approval, content with our positron as he continued to doze.
“Barry this is really sweet and all but I need to get up”
He must have sensed the desperation in my tone because he began to loosen his grip on my waist.
“Promise we can keep doing this when you come back?” He kept his eyes closed, appearing nonchalant but a blush crept its way onto his cheeks, staining them pink. Smiling at his unbelievable adorableness, I mumbled a yes before quick walking to the bathroom.

I’d barely opened the door when Barry outstretched his arms towards me, I laughed softy at his neediness when he was sleepy.
“I’m coming, calm down” A grin pulled at the corners of his mouth when he cuddled me as soon as I got in the bed. He kept his eyes shut as I admired him in the soft light of the morning. The dark circles under his eyes had faded, leaving his marble white skin flawless. His dark hair was ruffled into an adorable mess that fell softly onto his forehead. My eyes continued to explore his face before he pulled me out of my trance.
“It’s rude to stare you know”
“It’s rude to hold someone hostage in bed when they really have to pee” A loud laugh erupted from his mouth, it was impossible not to join in when he laughed like that.
“You’re right, I’m sorry. Maybe I can make it up to you by taking you on a date?” His words were confident and humorous to begin with but as he continued they trailed off into an anxious question. A blush stained my cheeks as he stared at me through his lashes. I smiled at him cheekily, pushing my nerves aside, before I answered.
“I think I’m gonna need more than that”
Amusement shone through his eyes as he decided to play along with my game.
“Oh really? And what could that be”
I struggled to keep a serious expression on my face as he pretended to contemplate what I could want.
“A pony?”
“Not quite”
“Of course, my mistake. I meant a unicorn”
A laugh bubble through my mouth as I shook my head, causing a grin to form on his face.
“A castle? A puppy? Oh I know-a ball gown!”
I was unable to control my giggles, I wasn’t used to seeing such a playful side of Barry.
“No, no and no”
“Ah, well there’s only one other thing it could be”
“What’s that?”
“A kiss” His voice was scarcely above a whisper as he slowly moved his face towards mine. I gently nodded my head before our lips connected. It was lazy, tender and absolutely perfect. We broke the kiss smiling, before lying back down. I nuzzled into his chest, taking in his comforting scent. Before either of us knew it, we’d fallen back to sleep, content in each other’s arms.

Snowbaz Swimming AU

i know its been literal months but i got a few requests to continue so ive decided to revive this fic

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5


Simon chapter again! (i think im going to alternate): simon’s first swim lesson with baz

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Marauder’s: A Naughty Fiction (Part 4) FEELS!


Requested?: No

Prompt: Y/N has always been a student at Hogwarts but has gone through her years practically unnoticed by anyone that caught her eye. This year, she expects that to change. Instead of shoving her nose between the pages of books someone will be begin to take quite the interest in her. Watch her finish off her last year of schooling while fucking around with guys along the way.

Warnings?: Feels, mentions of sex. 

Words: 1,466 

A/N: I feel like at this point this is really becoming a series because if you haven’t read any of the other parts you won’t understand this one at all. 

[Italics indicate flashback]

Originally posted by marauderimagines

Last night I had walked quietly out of his room, not making a single sound, even the house mice were louder than me. My barefeet squished against the cold wooden floors as I walked down the long spiral steps back into the common room. Peter still lay passed out on the floor as Remus sits on the leather couch, rubbing his eyes. He didn’t even have to turn around to know it was me who was coming down the stairs, just the sound of such dainty, dragging  footsteps coming from the boys dorms told him enough.

“Didn’t do it i’m assuming.” He asked, slouching back into the brown leather sofa.

“Your assumption is correct.” I said, sitting next to him, laying my head on his shoulder.

“Disappointed?” He asked, searching for my eyes.

“No, i’m too happy to be disappointed.”

“Well you look pretty disappointed to me.” He added, wiping the smeared mascara off from under my eyes. “Did you cry?”

“I don’t cry.” I replied, playing with my fingers.

“There’s the slytherin in you!” He quipped, smiling a little.

“My father said crying was for the weak.”

“He’s wrong,” Remus says, grabbing your hand from your lap. “The strongest people are those who cry.”

You looked at him intently, basking in his presence, intelligence radiating off him.

“You’re much too good for them, y’know.” You said standing up, beginning to walk toward your room.

“For who?”

“The Marauder’s, only the best people deserve someone like you.” And with that you disappeared up into the obscure darkness of your dorm.  

It was a calm morning in hogwarts when you awoken. No light shone in your eyes from the sea, just a grey overcast which was plastered to the sky. Potter hadn’t spent the night with Lily so it was just you, her and Y/RM/N. It took you a while to awaken, but once you did you sat down in your clawfoot bathtub in an attempt to soak most of your misery away, you were supposed to be content, anything else was unacceptable.

Your record player span in its usual place by the door and Lily pranced around the bathroom listening to the music, she danced frantically whilst putting on her clothes and makeup for the day.

“Did you and Sirius hook up?” She asked suddenly, startling you from your relaxed state.

“Context?” You said back.

“Erm, did you have sex? Was it oral? Did he penetrate? Did you makeou-”

“I get it,” You interrupted, “I just took him back to his room is all.”

You lied of course, you didn’t want her to find out about last night because you didn’t want Sirius to know, he couldn’t know. There was no denying that last night Sirius ate you out, and there was no denying that you bloody loved it. You suddenly felt yourself craving his touch again, you wanted his lips on yours once more.

“You made out though, after you blew that smoke in his mouth.” She added, looking at you in the tub, walking towards you and squatting down.

“Indeed, but he probably doesn’t remember and frankly I don’t care because I do, I remember, and I can scratch his name off my list.”

“Want to be known as the whore of Hogwarts, Y/N?” She asked sarcastically, walking back to the mirror so she could swipe the rest of her mascara on. “I know you want him, can see the way you look at him, and frankly he wants you as well, and the only time Sirius wants a girl is when she’s moaning his name.”

“You should get your eyes checked then.” Was all you said before standing up, dripping in soapy water and pulling the plug from the tub.

The towel which sat on the stool in the nearby corner floated up words, wrapping itself around you. Lily’s eyes widened when she looked at your reflection from the mirror, the purple splotches Sirius left on your neck from the night before vibrantly shining.

“If you don’t want him figuring out, better hide those.” She said, looking back to herself and swiping lipstick on.

You walked down to the great hall together, you adjusting your glasses and letting your hair down from its place atop your head.

“How do I look?” You asked, stopping, staring at her.

“Perfect, there’s no way you could ever look bad!” She said musically.

“Oi, sod off!” You yelled back, sitting down at the long table next to Remus.

“Morning.” Remus said, not looking up from his newspaper.

“Morning, where’s the others?” You asked, searching the table for the three missing persons.

“Pretty sure Peter is in a coma, last time I checked Potter was sawing logs, and Sirius was taking a shower. Should be down in a-” He was cut off.

“Morning.” A raspy voice said, suddenly the space next to you being filled by a familiar figure.

Your heart panged out of your chest from the sound of his voice, quite excited to see him actually. You turned to him, his head lay on his hand looking at you, your eyes wandering to his neck where he was left with purple splotches as well.

“Tore me up, didn’t you?” He asked, your heart fluttering.

“Surprised you remember.” You added snarkily, Remus now looking up from his paper.

“Oi! Wasn’t that intoxicated, remember everything,” He began to explain, the word ‘everything’ making your chest tighten. “Blew smoke into my mouth, we made out, and then I fell asleep.”

You fell silent, so did Remus, you turned to look at him to see him cocking an eyebrow at you questionably.

“That’s all you remember?” You asked, feeling Remus stomp on your foot causing you to shreak.

“Is there something i’m forgetting?” He asked, searching for your eyes.

“No,” You say, “Of course not.”

Since the day was Saturday you and the others walked down to Hogsmeade, the gavel trail crackling below your feet. The sky was still a brooding grey color but it was something about cloudy days that made them so beautiful. Lily and James skipped happily, far in front of the group. Remus stood in the middle with Peter and another boy from Gryffindor who tagged along. You and Sirius stood in the back, enjoying each other’s presence, yet you couldn’t help but notice the awkward silence forming between the two of you.

“Nice day, isn’t it?” You said, smiling up at the sky, breathing in deeply.

“Hoping that was a joke.” Was all he said, poking your nose with his finger, watching it scrunch up.

“Not joking, I love cloudy days.” You said, opening your eyes again to look at him.

He laughed, then stared at you again for about thirty seconds.

“Sirius?” You asked.

“Hm?” He replied, still looking at you.

“I think you have a bit of a staring problem.” You said, not looking at him once.

A low chuckle escaped from his throat, and suddenly he wrapped his arms around you and flung you over his shoulder.

“Sirius!” You yelled, “Put me down this instant!”

The boy that was walking with Peter and Remus turned around and began to laugh.

“Sirius, ‘es gone mad!”

“Mad in love.” Remus mumbled to himself, loud enough for the others to hear.

“Heard that Moony.” Was all Sirius said, putting you back down on the ground.

You landed directly in front of you, him running into you a bit, but grabbing your hips to steady himself.

“Easy.” He said, but cut himself off, noticing something, a context clue.

In the air he smelled a familiar scent, like vanilla which was coming off your long Y/H/C hair. He then looked from the tips of your silky strands, following up the root until he had all attention on your neck. Purple splotches, which he had noticed before, traveled a lot lower than he originally thought. His eyes followed the patchy trail from under your chin, to the middle of your neck, to your collar bone, and down into your cleavage.

He began to kiss down your neck, sucking harshly at the soft, tender skin, breathing in your sweet, vanilla scent.

“Something wrong?” You asked, tilting your head, looking at his face which was painted with a quizzical look.

He didn’t answer, really thinking hard about last night, he just couldn’t put memories together.

“Sirius?” You asked again, placing your hand on his cheek, breaking him out of his trance.

“You only made out with me last night, no one else, right?” He questioned, looking deeply in your eyes.

“Of course,” You say. “Only you.”

He smiled softly and wrapped his hand around your shoulders reassuring you, he just didn’t remember loving on you that low, and little did he know, he had loved on her a few places a lot lower.

NewtXReader PART 3 - bitter sweet love


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PART 2: here

PART 4: here

PART 5: here

WORD COUNT: 2 3 7 2

Info: Fluff/Spice/Angst

You find yourself in a difficult situation when you has to collect a drunk Newt from the Blind Pig Bar. But is the saying true? Drunk words are sober thoughts? And more importantly are they about Tina…or someone else…

Uncurling from your fetus position, you forced your eyelids open. The fire had burned out and the room grown cold. Was it morning already? Walking towards the window, you noticed the street lamps still lit up the dark night sky. Towards the clock above the door you noticed it was only 3:44am. Where was Newt and the others? They should be back by now.

“Newt? Jacob?” You called. The only response being the echoes of your own voice. Fear clouded your judgement as you threw on Newts blue coat, over your nightgown. Slipping on a pair of your own shoes u rushed down the apartments’ stairs, into the empty streets.Dodgy looking figures occasionally passed you, but your concern for Newt drove you forward.

Even from outside you could hear the blaring of music from the Blind Pig. Once inside you made your way through the crowd to were a very, very drunk person was attempting to dance…if you could even call it that…..

“Y/N ! Your back! Join me” he slurred.


He attempted to pull you over him but his aim was completely off. Stumbling a bit he managed to compose himself once again.

“Oh newt” you sighed “what in the heavens have u got yourself into”

You knew from experience Newt was never one to have a high alcohol tolerance, especially on an empty stomach. He was quite the clumsy drunk to say the least. Looking over to the tables, you saw Tina and the others engaged in conversation. They were clearly tipsy as well, just not quite as bad as Newt. Where they not even aware of his state? Taking matters into your own hands you took Newts hand and led him outside (knocking a few people over on the way).

Letting him balance on you slightly, you helped him down the streets, completely forgetting about the fact you were still in your nightgown.
“Y/N you’re cold-d here here take my coat” he exclaimed struggling to take off his brown coat off. What was he doing? You were already wearing coat? He obviously was more drunk than you thought.

“Newt I’m already wearing a coat-”

“-No no I insist you take it”, he cut you off.

“ I’m already wearing your blue one” you laughed at his silliness “Come on Newt your not thinking straight. Let’s get you home fella”. You wanted to be mad at him for getting into this state but drunk Newt was just too loveable. Helping him through the door you followed him to his room.

Trailing towards his bed, you saw him struggling to undress himself. “No, no Newt just go to sleep in your clothes. I don’t think your quite in the state to undress yourself pet”, you chuckled. He looked at you giving a goofy smile.

He climbed into his bed while you grabbed headache tablets and water from the kitchen. Once you came back to the room you saw him lying on the bed, his eyelids slowly drooping. He’d have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.

Slowly walking over you pulled the covers over his body, tucking him in snug. Running your hand through his brown locks, you sat at the side of his bed admiring his docile state.

“Newt why did you drink? You never usually do, you know you can’t handle it” you sighed, leaning over him to help loosen his bow tie slightly.

To make the pain go away” He whispered softly. He still smiled but you saw no happiness whatsoever.

“What do u mean Newt” you replied resting a hand on his cheek.

“This girl….she’s so wonderful to me…always looking out for me and I never give her what she truly deserves and I think tonight she finally realised that”. His eyes watered slightly, the alcohol messing with his emotions. “I push her away and away, I don’t mean to, I just don’t know how to tell her how I feel….Stupid me thinking…I was good enough”

“Newt” yours simply sigh. So the truth finally came out. He really did have feelings for Tina, it only took numerous amounts of firewhiskey for to admit it.

Looking down to the man who you had loved and still loved for many years, you knew that no matter how badly this would hurt you, how draining it would be to watch him with her.. You had to support it. All you wanted was for him to be happy, a marvellous man like him deserved that much at least.

“Newt anyone would be lucky to have you” sucking in a breath you willed yourself to say the next sentence, “You need to tell her your true feelings, I’m sure she feels the same way back. Your amazing Newt, never doubt that. You’ve always been so nice-”

“-Being the nice guy isn’t enough for her”, Newt cut in, his voice cracking as he attempted to force the words out. His hair was a mess and his cheeks tear stained.
It was heartbreaking to watch Newt like this, his reserved nature completely banished, his emotions fully on display.

Without thinking you slipped under the covers and simply held him.

“Shhhhh Newt it’s ok” you whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. You rubbed soothing circles on his back, as he hid in the crook of your neck. He softly cried into you, you’d never seen Newt in such a vulnerable state. After a while he’d calmed down, and pulled his head away from your body. Looking into your eyes you saw a new emotion haze over his eyes, one which you were unfamiliar with.

“I’m really sorry for this”

Before you could question what he was talking about, he leaned forward lightly pressing his lips against yours. Even though they were just brushing yours, your whole body ached; ached as if there were a terrible hollow emptiness inside you. You couldn’t kiss back, you just couldn’t, it’s not right, he probably thinks that your Tina. It’s just the alcohol messing with his hea-

-But you did.

You kissed back.

Selfishly you took pleasure in the overwhelming feeling. At first, it was a delicate butterfly of a kiss. Then his arms encircled you drawing himself closer.

Hardly having a moment to react before he pressed his tongue to the seam of your lips and at your grant of access, he delved inside your mouth. His breathing quickened as he began nuzzling your neck with delicate kisses. So faint, they were whispers. You urged yourself to push away, but couldn’t, a small moan escaped your lips as he left love marks on your neck.

You cuddled yourself closer to Newt as he pulled apart for air. Wrapping his arms around you, he pulled the covers right up to your neck, where your head lay on his chest.

Looking up slightly you saw that the alcohol was still having its effects, as Newt desperately struggled to keep awake. Although looking to his mouth, a soft, content smile stayed there. Mimicking his expression you finally let exhaustion hit you like a wave. Whatever problems where to come in the morning, right now you just enjoyed the feeling of Newt’s arms around you.


Waking up you felt a heavy object around your waist. Looking to your right you saw Newt fast asleep, his lips slightly parted. Countless freckles littered his face and you noticed that the content smile on his face from last night was still there. Brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead, you replayed the memories from the night before. Worry started to set in. You’d given into your temptations, even though he had feelings for Tina, not you. What would Newt think when he wakes up? Maybe he was talking about you last night…no that’s absurd, you’ve probably just ruined the whole friendship. What ever he thought you didn’t want to be here to find out.

In a state of panic you quietly slipped from Newts hold, dashing to your own room. Throwing clothes on you rushed out the door of the apartments, needing to go clear you’re head. Guilt washed over you, as you realised that normally you helped newt out with the creatures in the morning and you knew he’d be too hungover to take care of them. Once again you opted for the selfish option, and headed for Central Park. The creatures would just have to hold off for a while, at least until you gathered enough courage to return.

The noise of conversations blared through the streets and thousands of citizens crowed the sidewalks, as you continued your way to Central Park. You did like busy city life, but Central Park provided you a quiet retreat. It was like a sea of green in a world of grey. Finding a large tree you made yourself comfortable underneath it’s shade. A family of squirrels nested near by and found yourself being entranced by them, but as your mind drifted all you could think about was how Newt was meant to show you all of this, he was meant to be here right now. It was lonely with no one to appreciate the sights with.

After spending an hour of admiring the scenery, you decided it wasn’t fair on the creatures in the case, for you to abandon them. Getting up you realised you had no idea how to get back to the apartments. Turning down dozens of sidewalks you finally recognised where you were but just as you were about to continue your way, a dash of blue caught the corner of your eye.

Through the window of a cafe you saw Newt and Tina sitting together, sitting over some traybakes and tea. Whatever they were discussing seemed to be very serious as both were deeply engaged in the conversation. Although they weren’t touching you could feel the connection between them. Why did you not expect this? You practically told him last night to confess his feelings for her? But just because you let him go, it didn’t mean you wanted to.

You watched them for a while longer, they were probably discussing Newt’s plans for Tina coming back to London with him. Just staring at him made you think…

You wish you could back to the day you met him at Hogwarts and just…walk away. It would’ve saved you so much pain. Holding your head high you forced yourself to look away from the scene. There was no changing the past. Willing yourself to move forward both physically and mentally you made your way back to the apartments.

When you got back you noticed Queenie was cooking on the stove, the good old fashioned muggle way. Jacob was also there chopping vegetables for tonight’s dinner. Queenie’s tuneful humming came to a stop when she heard the sound of you come through the door.

“Y/N your back! We were all wondering where you got too? How’s the head? I think Newt’s really feeling it, after all that drink he had. Quite the lightweight he is, isn’t he?” She giggled, her eyes still fixed on the stove.

“Thought we’d cook a little homemade meal, good food always solves a hangover. Jacob’s secret family recipe! He’s making me cook it the muggle way though” she rolled her eyes playfully.

“You ain’t gonna get it tasting good if you use magic, sugar. Nothing beats mugglemade grub” Jacob complained.

“Ah but it’s more spectacular to watch it cook with magic! Y/N, talk some sense into that man ther- Are you alright Hun?” Queenie’s eyes had finally came to look at you and she didn’t have to be a mind reader to know something was wrong.

“Oh Y/N” she sighed.

“Please don’t read my mind Queenie. Im fine. Really. I’m just gonna go get cleaned up for dinner ok? It smells delicious”. Smiling sweetly, you made your way down the corridor to Newt’s room.

“That’s because it’s mugglemade!” Jacob shouted back to you, completely oblivious to the situation, his concentrating focused on chopping the carrots.

Looking into Newt’s room you noticed that the sheets had been made, headache tablets taken and the room tidied. Almost as though there were no traces of you being here last night at all.

Making your way to his battered case, you unlocked the top, stepping in, down the unstable ladder. Once inside you observed each of the habits however you noticed that all the beasts had been already taken care for. Confusion washed over you. Yes Newt had taught Queenie and the others on how to care for his creatures but not to this standard. This is Newt’s doing.

If Newt was sober enough to be able to care for his beasts…

Was he sober enough to remember the kiss?

Inside you had hoped that he would forget, the alcohol somehow messing with his memories from the night before. But seeing how little of a hangover Newt had, made you question just exactly how drunk was Newt last night. Was he aware of his ‘actions’?

Your thoughts were interrupted as from upstairs you heard the laughter of Tina’s voice, echo through the apartment.

“You should’ve seen yourself Newt you were a fumble of limbs last night! Not even dancing in time to the music” she giggled.

They were home. No matter how much you longed to stay hidden in the case, you realised that it just wasn’t an option. You couldn’t hide here forever.

Shakily you made your way up the ladder, ignoring the slight nauseous feeling at the pit of your stomach. Approaching the kitchen door you allowed yourself to remain concealed for just another minute. What if Newt remembered, how would he act? You just hope those firewhiskey shots worked wonders with his memory and it was all a haze.

Taking a deep breathe in, you pushed the door forward into the kitchen. Everyone looked up from what they were doing greeting you quickly before going on with their tasks.

Queenie was serving up the hot food, Jacob setting the table and Tina getting drinks. Everyone went on with their business but Newt….

Newt just stood there.


As his green eyes connected with your own, only one thing was clear to you.

He remembered.

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I Can Be Your Addiction [Part 1] // BTS’ V

[A/N] I know I said it would be smut, but this oneshot is turning out to be way too long so I’ll be posting it in three parts. There’s no smut here (cue disappointed groans) but there will be in the other parts so please anticipate them!

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 [Final]

The first time you met Taehyung, he had been smoking a cigarette.

Being a friend of Hoseok’s, you had been dragged along to a bar to have drinks with him and a few of his friends. You had never met them before, but as you sat together at the crowded table, the majority of them- them being Seokjin and Jungkook- were very nice to you, making small talk and throwing in friendly jokes here and there.

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Couldn’t Help Myself (Day 6)

Auston Matthews x Reader

Fandom: NHL

Warnings: It’s a bit short, implied butt pinching

POV: Second Person

Summary: After a long trip, Auston and the reader are reunited 

Author: Cymbelline

NOTE: The original request made me a bit uncomfortable, so I had to alter it slightly. Hope you understand!

Originally posted by sidmalkin

“You were supposed to be home today though,” You heard Auston whine on the other side of the line. 

“I know, babes, I’m sorry. Next week, I promise,” You said as you twirled the wire on the bottom end of the phone. “My grandma just really needs someone here until my aunt can get over.”

“Why isn’t your aunt there now?” Auston grumbled. 

“She couldn’t get off work in time. It’s only a few more days,” I told him as I smiled over at my grandmother who sat in her recliner with her dog. 

“Imissyou,” Auston whispered quickly. 

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Exo Reaction to coming home, and seeing you asleep in their shirt because you missed them.

A/N: This is only the first part because they are rather long and i wanted to do it in two parts :) hope you’re okay with this anon! The second half will be out tomorrow night~ These all include a cute shirt the member was spotted wearing at the airport i thought would look nice as sleeping shirts :)


“Jagi, I’m home!” He sang, letting his coat fall on the back of the couch, sliding his shoes off as he went to find you, his eyes scanning the living room and kitchen.
“Y/n?” He frowned, the house more quiet than it ever seemed.
A light, almost inaudible snore caught his attention, and his previous worried expression would turn into a smirk as he waltzed to the bedroom, pushing open the soft oak door.
“Baby are you-” he cut himself off, his fingers still wrapped around the door as his eyes turned up in joy.
There, in a ball, you laid, your body tightly coiled against your chest as you heaved your chest lightly. Baekhyun’s eyes would trail down your sleeping form, his smirk deepening as he saw you clad in his medium sized pink and white tee, which fit you like a dress. With you still in your deep slumber, baekhyun crawled up to you, sitting lightly on the bed and nosing your neck.
“I know Jagi, I missed you so much too.”


You waited, and waited, and waited some more for xiumin to get home. It had been 2 weeks since you last got to see him due to his schedule. But you were getting tired.
Sighing, you settled on the bed, your eyes scanning your hands in a bored fashion, before laying your head back to get a few moments of shut eye before he arrived.
In a now accidental deep sleep, you fell deeper into the bed, unbeknownst to you that only minutes later, xiumins keys began to jingle at your front door.
He kicked it open with the hell of his boot, before slamming it shut with his behind. He was in such a hurry to see you, he had almost forgotten the flowers he’d gotten you and had to run all the way back down for them. Clutching some light pink roses, he walked down the hallway to the only lit up room, your bedroom; in the entire house, calmly opening the door even though his insides were turning with anticipation.
He was close to tackling your form on the bed before he noticed you were fast asleep, lips parted slightly and hair splayed all around the white pillows. He set the roses down on the side of your head on the mattress, his hand coming up to lightly cup your cheek as he examined your nightly attire, his large shirt, fitted perfectly on your curves.
“You’re so cute y/n.” He giggled, his eyes closing in delight, causing you to stir.


“I’m on my way jagi”

Received 10:51 pm

Okay, I’m waiting. ~

Sent 10:53 pm

You placed your phone down, your smile widening as you sat on the couch waiting for kyungsoo, your fingers twitching with the urge to text him more, before you sighed and sank deeper into the couch. Your eyes only fluttering closed for what felt like a second. Then you were abruptly out cold.

Kyungsoo opened the front door quickly, he had sent you several other texts explaining that he’d be a little late due to practice, his face cringing from the loud way the door creaked open..

12:51 am his phones clock illuminated.
He flicked on a lamp, almost yelping when he eyed your limp body, positioned awkwardly on the couch, mouth wide, and a small dribble of drool pooling on your side.

“What am I going to do with you.” Kyungsoo whispered, his full lips turning up into a small smile as he recognized his large tee on you, your fingers clutching at the fabric.
He creeped up slowly, before softly sitting next to your body, and picking you up so that your form was holding onto him instead of the couch, and since you were such a deep sleeper, you didn’t even stir, only causing him to smile more as kyungsoo let his head hang to the side, admiring your features and his attire that looked better on you.
“I love you.”


“Why can’t you come now?” You whined over the phone, curling into yourself on your silky bed. Kai hadn’t been home in two weeks due to his hectic tour schedule, and it wasn’t often he could even make it to see you, netizens following his every move. But he had promised this time, which only made you angrier.

“I just can’t y/n. I’m sorry, I just have so much to finish right now. I want to come, you know I do, but I’m in a bind.” His soft, deep voice rumbled into your ear as the chatter of the other boys echoed in the background. You sighed.

“I understand Kai.. I’ll see you whenever you have time.”

He was silent for a bit, before saying his goodbyes and I love you’s. After you hung up, your lonely feeling only got worse, and intensified when you heard one of their songs come on your shuffle.
You groaned loudly an reached over to slam the iPod off, wrapping yourself in a blanket as you sulked in your fuzzy fortress of sad.
“Stupid Kai.” You mumbled, falling into a coma.

She’s gonna be so excited.” Kai thought to himself, walking towards your apartment door and letting himself in with his key.
Once he entered, he dropped all his things, and sprinted down the hall to find you, before he pushed open the door to your bedroom an stifled an “aw” at your sleepy face.
“Is that my shirt?” Kai whispered, examining your body.
Holy shit it is, she looks adorable.” He infernally screamed, trying to resist the urge to squeeze you, instead opting to sit next to you on the bed, his lips coming in contact with your cheek.
“Mmmm…kai?” You stirred, eyes fluttering open as you saw your smiling boyfriend, looking tired but happy.
“Mmm, yes Kai. Now come here, the manager only let me come for the night.” Kai voiced, his arms picking you up and wrapping his around yours, the odd feel of his own tee rubbing on him causing him to giggle.
Still groggy, you complied, resting your head on him, sleepily taking everything in.

“Nice shirt.” Kai spoke, only a few seconds after you managed to remember the nights events.
A hot flush came to your cheeks realizing you had still been decked out in Kai’s clothes. You covered you face,
“I have to go change.”
Kai nodded his head vehemently.
“Not on my watch.” He whispered, his arms tightening around your flushed form.


The hot steam from the shower fogged your vision as you stumbled out from the shower, your freshly washed hair smelling strongly of a mixture of citrus fruits, your body sparking clean. You smiled as you dried the last of yourself off, slipping on your silky pink panties, and turning to the drawer to find something to wear for the night.
You opened yours quickly, before an idea popped into your head.
Chen, your boyfriend, was going to be gone for 3 days on a one day concert in Japan,
‘He shouldn’t mind if just wore one of his shirts.’ You thought to yourself, you lips pursing in agreement as you rummaged through his now open compartment, before your fingers grasped a large familiar tee, you brought it up to your nose, it still smelt of him. Smiling, you placed it over your damp hair, examining yourself in the mirror as you took in your figure in the mirror, it was just low enough to expose the under most part of your ass, but keep it classy. You sighed. Chen wasn’t there so it didn’t matter. Throwing your hair back to dry, you shook your hands and crawled into bed, only taking solace in the fact that Chen was only gone for 3 days, but even that didn’t help, and fell asleep rather quickly.

“I sent her like 15 messages, chanyeol.” Chen stated, his eyes glued to his phone as he rode in the taxi with his friend, their flight and concert cancelled and extended to another day due to complications.
“Well maybe because it’s 2:27 in the morning.” Chanyeol dead panned at him, rolling his eyes as Chen typed out another message. Knowing you’d be out cold.

When he finally arrived to the house, there was no stopping him as he made his way to the house, and ultimately up to the room, his eyes scanning in the darkness, your sleeping body.
Joyfully, Chen lightly walked towards you, his fingers coming up to pull down the sheets of the covers to get a closer look at you, unable to stop peeling of the covers, until you were leafy ally bare in front of him. Your sleeping self still unmoving.

“My shirt…” He said to himself lightly. “She’s wearing…my shirt.” Chen repeated, his mind almost unable to collect himself at the image. His hands inching toward your sides, his want to wake you up subsided as he became content with watching you snore lightly, clad in nothing but clothes that smelled like him.
“I never wanna leave you jagi.”


“Where are you going?” Lay questioned you lightly, your hair pulled into a high pony tail and your jogging shoes on. You rolled your eyes lightly, figuring it should have been painfully obvious.
“I’m going running, duh.” You gestured to your colorful shoes, and shook your ponytail at him.

“But I’m going to work in half an hour.” He frowned, letting his head fall to the side of the brown couch.
“I’ll see you when you get back then.” You reasoned with him, Bouncing up to place a chaste kiss on his soft cheeks.

“What if I get back late?” He mumbled softly.
“Then wake me up, okay?” You giggled, his little nose scrunching up as he resigned to let you leave.
“Okay, I’m gonna. You better not get mad.”

With a wave, you hopped down your stairs and started on your run, blasting your music as you let the wind whip behind you.
“You’re gonna wake her up? But it’s 2 am.” Chen frowned, looking at lay oddly as he drove him back to your shared house, speeding up the blocks at a quick pace.
“She said to wake her up when ever I get home.” Lay expressed to Chen, seeing nothing wrong with his logic.
“I don’t think she meant this late.” Chen shrugged, resigning and leaving his friend to do whatever is was he was going to do.
Saying their goodbyes, as Chen pulled out of the driveway, lay marched his way inside, humming a little tune his whole way.
Once he got through the wide door and down the long hallway, Lay pushed open the bedroom door, flipping on a lamp as he quietly placed his bags on the side.
“Baobei~” Lay sang, his eyes widening at your sleeping body, your legs spread slightly as your hands cupped your pillow.
His head cocked as he saw a familiar piece of fabric draped over you, his tee. He moved closer to you, his blush appearing as he saw your upper thigh exposed to him.
But then, his foot hit the side of the dresser, rocking the contents on it, a paper weight crashing to the floor, causing you to stir.
“L-lay?” You groggily spoke.
He let go of the breath he was holding, and sighed, coming closer to you to sit on the bed.
“Hi, I’m sorry I woke you up.” He mumbled.
You let out a sleepy laugh.
“I told you to, didn’t I?”

Is There Somewhere (prologue)

Summary: When you were 8 years old when a man with a metal arm killed your parents, and let scientists experiment on you. In 2005 you escaped their control and you’ve been running since, always looking over your shoulder for the man with the metal arm. Then one day he and the Avengers show up at your door, asking you to join the team.

Bucky X Reader

Words: 1204

Authors note: Bucky is not in this chapter. It just sets up the main character.

Originally posted by agentsdaily

June 1995

Your mother was beautiful; you remember the black hair that hung low on her back and the way she spoke her language. You remember how your father would put you on his shoulders as he navigated his way through the busy streets of Manila. You remember him telling you about his country, the tall buildings of New York City and how the people there were always in such a hurry. You had it good, your parents loved each other and you got everything you ever wanted. Until one day you has nothing. 

It was a beautiful warm evening in the Philippines, you had just gone to bed and you could hear your parents laughing in their balcony. You were suddenly woken up by a loud crashing coming from your bedroom window. Your dad barged into your room and the man wearing black clothes and a mask that covered most of his face shot your father between the eyes. He put you over his right shoulder as he pulled your father’s lifeless body into the kitchen. Your mother stepped in front of him with a gun in her hand, pleading the man to leave you alone. You saw as the man grabbed your mother by the throat and throw her across the room, she slid down, blood coming out from her head and leaving a streak on the wall.

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A little something I was thinking about and wanted to write. Hope you’ll enjoy and thank you for 100 followers!

The beeping of Sportacus‘ crystal woke him up in the middle of the night.

He could count the times that happened on one hand, as Lazytown’s citizens tended to be, well, asleep at this time of the day. There were Pixel and Robbie, of course, but the former never really got into trouble and the latter, when he was awake at night, tended to work on his machines, which usually did not require Sportacus’ assistance.

As he sat up slowly, blinking the last remnants of sleep away, Sportacus pondered on what was going on. Though rare, the crystal could alert him to someone suffering from nightmares, so that probably was it. The crystal, as tired as Sportacus himself was, didn’t tell him how urgent the situation was; it only gave him a mental nudge that told Sportacus he had to go to the Mayor’s house.

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The Hunter and the Pirate 11

An OUAT/Supernatural Imagine

Summary: The reader is Captain Hook’s sister (OUAT), and one day the Winchesters show up in Storybrooke.

Reader Gender: Female

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1162

Warnings: KIllian being an over protective big brother, fluff, SPOILERS! (mainly some major OUAT spoilers. not much spn), mention of nightmares and alcoholism

A/N: Here it is! The much requested (and demanded) final part to The Hunter and the Pirate. It’s been a long journey. Thanks to all of you for sticking with the story. Feedback is always appreciated. Also, I am almost to 150 followers. Once I reach it I’ll have a couple of surprises for all of you. I hope you enjoy! Happy Holidays! 

Read Part 1 here. Read part 2 here. Read part 3 here. Read part 4 here. Read part 5 here. Read Part 6 here. Read Part 7 here. Read Part 8 here. Read Part 9 here. Read Part 10 here.


One year later 

Life was good in Storbrooke. You still had no memory of Sam or Dean. You knew that there was some sort of darkness inside of you, but your brother told you that it had something to do with something he did while he was out of control of his darkness.

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Turned Tables

[Summary: pastel!Dan and punk!Phil hate each other. They always get into fights and pick on each other for no reason other than the fact that they hate each other. But, things will change when one of them wakes up with feelings for the other.]

this one is a bit short and crap, im sorry i just wanted to post something for you guys :c (but i think the title is clever oops) tell me about mistakes!

most used phrase: “the man[…]” dont even worry about it though its only for the ~mystery~

[Contains: pastel!dan (cute!cute!cute!), punk!phil (hot!hot!hot!), fighting, choking (and not in the sexy way oh no), angst (ow), smut (yeeeeees jeeessuuussss), a bit of fluff at the end]

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