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Whipped Cream (Jungkook smut)

Originally posted by nnochu

Description: Jungkook is your roommate. Among other things, his habit for baking shirtless made it… ‘difficult’ to live with him.

Themes: Smut, baker, collage, roommate au

This fic contains: Smut, adult content, food play, arguing, drinking, mentions of threesomes, swearing

Characters: Jungkook x You, Yoongi, Jimin, Hoseok and Taehyung

words: 7.5k

For this fic I used inspirations of food play and the roommate au from two anons <3

A/N: I refused to come back from my hiatus until I had something for my lovely and patient followers <3 (also, I was keen to come back so i’ll edit this and fix mistakes later)

@chanyeolingss, @jn-jngkk, @sugaspen <3

It wasn’t necessarily the pile of dishes or the trail of clothes that seemed to almost constantly hover around Jungkook like he was some annoying ass Avatar or something that got you so mad. It wasn’t the thick fragrance of his cologne or body wash that drifted through the open plan of your shared apartment every morning, or the smell of his musky sweat when he returned home from his evening jog, or from when he emerges from his room- having clearly just having a ‘fucking mind blowing’ wank. It wasn’t the soft melodies, or exciting electronic beats that flooded from his open window and into yours, nor his big and copious amounts of jackets and coats that made it nearly impossible to get your own fucking clothes from the rack next to the front door. Your frequent burning irritation had nothing to do with his presence, with the evidence of his existence in your apartment and life; it was with the man behind it all. It was with him. With fucking Jeon Jungkook. Ok, and maybe it was also for his fucking annoying baking habits. Did he really need to bring that shit home? Didn’t he get sick of it at work?

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Reggie Mantle x Reader PART ONE: THE ARTIST & THE JOCK

Before the story starts I must say this one is pretty long because I needed to tell you a bit of the backstory I have created, and hopefully you guys like this it’s my first fanfic ever. Also I see very little Reggie Imagines, so one came to mind and I decided to write, please comment what you think about it. I’m thinking of turning into little series so I’m guessing this is Part One.

words: 1974

Summary: The beginning of something b/w the reader and Reggie

Spoilers: Its gonna get good by Part two i promise, hopefully you guys like it

Part Two - Part Three - Part Four -  Part Five - Part Six    

Such a small town Riverdale was. A town where everyone knew each other. By default though, the town you once knew was falling apart. Your parents’ generation was so screwed up and your generation was just trying to make it out alive.

           The next thing you knew this wholesome town had turned into a horror film, and you were not looking forward to the ending. Ms. Grundy was exposed a sexual predator and sent to Jail, and as happy as many people were that she had been put away, you couldn’t help but think how your friend Archie was doing. Not everyone knew that it was Archie who she had been with, as The Coopers decided to keep his identity a secret for his sake and the fact that Betty would not have them humiliate him.

           Then the incident of July 4th, when Jason Blossom was running away with Polly Cooper. Forbidden love, which ended in such a tragic ending with the murder of Jason. Then again does Forbidden love ever get a happy ending?  There you could not help to think of how both Cheryl and Betty were doing. Cheryl had lost her best friend, her confidant, the only one who was there for her unlike the rest of her tragic family dynamic. Betty in a sense lost Polly too since her parents sent her away because “she was not well” and she hasn’t seen Polly since.

           With you though you’re problems weren’t as big as theirs. Growing up in Riverdale was not easy, especially when all of us kids were just trying to make our parents happy, while trying to do the things we loved. You were the neutral ground for all the kids, well you and Betty. You had always hung out with almost every kid in Riverdale, from Betty, Archie, Kevin, Jughead, Cheryl, Chuck, Moose, Ethel, Trev, Josie, Valerie, Melody and Reggie. Now adding the new girl Veronica who seemed quite nice. She had her share of dysfunctional family problems too just like many of us in Riverdale. You’re parents came from nothing and in Riverdale they blossomed, your dad became a doctor and became rich and your mom decided to quit her job to support the household, which was not really her choice, but she would do anything for your father.

           These days though you were all grown up, many from different sides of the high school spectrum. Cheryl had her River Vixens cheerleading squad, Archie found love in music and sports (Such a Troy Bolton), Kevin realized he was gay (which we all accepted), Jughead found comfort in writing, Betty opened up The Blue & Gold newspaper for school again and dragged Jughead with her. Josie made a band with Val and Melody, Reggie/Chuck/Moose/Trev decided to channel their issues in the Jock spectrum. You however loved art, so they’d catch you drawing or painting hanging out with all of these losers on your free time. Oh did I forget to mention where Veronica made you and Betty tryout for the River Vixens. You only did it for the reason you do anything for anyone, to make them happy. Obviously you thought you weren’t going to make it. Proven wrong though when Cheryl accepted you because you were her friend and she knew you had “fire” only when your “fire” is needed. Though since the light of events this summer You and Veronica helped get Betty on the team.


           You were arriving home in your new uniform since you didn’t have time to change, Your mother seemed a little too happy about you joining the vixens, and dad was just happy you weren’t just the “hippie”  artist.  I did say this was a small town right? Well word got around that you were now a vixen. And to avoid your parent’s cheeriness about this whole ensemble you changed and decided to go to Pops.

           As you opened the door to Pops with the delightful smell of burgers and fries, you looked to your right to see Jughead in his usual booth typing away and slip across him in the booth.

“Hey” you stated as he looked up. “What no more uniform?” he retorted.

“Oh c’mon not you too, I am so tired of the comments and looks I have gotten” as you replied back Arch, Kevin, Bets, and Ronnie were coming into Pops

“Oh c’mon (Y/N) you talk to everybody here, you were bound to became a bit of the “in-crowd” Jug signals with his fingers.

“I just don’t want this to take time away from my art” You replied as the gang snuck into the booth.

“You can do both like me, (Y/N)” Archie answered with a smile as you gave a shoulder shrug.

“I only did this, because Ronnie made me, and thinking Cheryl wouldn’t let me in” you exclaimed.

“Oh come on I just recently met you and I can now see you have legs!” Veronica exclaimed after listening into our conversation.

“Yeah (Y/N) we’ve all known you for so long honestly I thought the only part of you that moved were those hands when they’re painting away.” Kevin adds on with a giggle

and so we kept on talking until it was our curfew and we had to go, the only one who ever stays behind is Jug trying to fix up his novel.

“Get some rest” you say to Jug as you are one of the last one there and he just gives you a glare and bids you goodbye.

The next morning as you were getting ready to leave your house, your parents call you.

“(Y/N), we need to talk to you!” Your mom shouted from downstairs.

“Coming!” you shouted back, grabbing your stuff for practice later.

“Hey mom, dad what’s up?” you asked as you reached them in the kitchen.

“We are having dinner with The Mantles on Friday night” your father answered

“And we need you home and go buy yourself something nice for the dinner” your mother ordered with a smile as she continued dads sentence.

Confused as to what’s going on since you don’t really mingle with The Mantles anymore you ask “Why?”

Dad just shoots you a look “Its business, and I want you here and that’s final (Y/N).”

You nod and make your way to the door and get the bike to get to school.

As you walk through the hall reaching your locker to shove in your Vixens outfit, he appears with a smug look on his face.

“Hey (Y/N), looking good today, um well you look good all days” Reggie fidgets and continues “but you definitely look good today.”

“I’d like to think so” you retort “but does this by any chance have to do with the fact that our parents are having a dinner on Friday?” you question Reggie

“Well a bit, but I always have to compliment a girl when she looks good” he smirks

“OH MY SAVIOR!” you give a sarcastic comment while motioning your hands to forehead like a damsel in distress, as Betty and Ronnie approach you.

“Hey, Reggie” Veronica speaks up, “um I was wondering if you’d like to do something on Friday?” she asks Reggie

“Sorry Ron, I got plans with my family and (Y/N) family” and he bids farewell by reaching to his forehead with his hand as if he was tipping an imaginary hat and walks off with his Goonies as Jug likes to call them.

“The (Y/L/N) and The Mantles together again, it’s been so long, what’s the occasion?”  Betty questions me.

“Is there something I’m missing here (Y/N)? You said you guys were just childhood friends” Ronnie adds on

“Oh, oh… my god no! We used to be very close when we were smaller, but um… no, you can have him Ron I haven’t changed my mind, and my dad said its purely business related” you retort while closing my locker answering to both Betty and Veronica.

The day goes by and during lunch you head on to ask Cheryl if there is going to be practice on Friday.

“No, I got some things to do at home (Y/N), have a nice dinner with The Mantles” Cheryl answers and gives me devilish smirk

“It is not like that Cheryl, just a business dinner” you answer annoyed.

“I always did think he’d end up with you, before he went full jock king on us and you ended up the tortured artist” she stated with sly smile.

The week went by and you bought yourself a dress that both you and your mom could find middle ground on since you preferred jeans and t-shirt on any occasion. It was Friday during lunch and you were with Jug, Kevin, Arch, Bets, and Ronnie. Talking about your plans for the weekend when Kevin decided to have a movie night tonight.

“Can’t, family dinner, if I skip it they’ll put me on death row” You told Kev

“Seriously? Ok how about Saturday night then?” Kevin asks

“Yeah, I think I can, how about you guys?” you ask the rest of the group

“Yeah sure, Betty and I will stop sleuthing for a night” Jug answers while taking a bit of food from all of us, while Betty nods

“I’m in!” Veronica states “What about you Archiekins?” She says taking away one of Archie’s fries.

“Yeah” the red-haired boy answered.

Reggie made his way to the table

“Hope you’re not making any plans for tonight (Y/N/N) my parents and my little sister would be so sad” Reggie states with a puppy dog expression.

“Oh, God please don’t call me that.” you tell Reggie while making an annoyed face.

“What? You love it when I call you that!” Reggie proclaims

“Yeah when we were eight” you declare as he walks off before Ronnie can get to talk to him.

“Well he’s been awfully sweet to you lately” Betty announces to the group

“It’s probably because he doesn’t want me telling our parents he’s a jerk most of the time” you say, while Ronnie just looks at you with a small smile, before you get to speak again, to re-assure Ronnie, Kevin decides to open his mouth.

“OMG, Sorry Ron, but you and Reggie, can it be? Straight out of a movie plot” he motions his hands together against his heart.

“I promise, he’s yours for the taking Ron” you speak up glaring at Kevin.

At the end of the school day as you’re getting ready to go home Ronnie stops to talk to you.

“Hey (Y/N), look if you like Reggie it’s okay, I mean you guys have history, I’m new and he doesn’t even give me the time of day, I mean…”

You grab her by the shoulder and cut her off by saying “Look Ron, you like him, me and Reg were just friends, I have never thought about him like that, never.”

Ronnie gives you a sad smile “Look I’m just saying the guy is hot, and he doesn’t even look my way, when he looks and talks to you it is like he is not that douchebag everyone thinks he is”

“Ron I… I… look… Look I am not going to let you mope around like this, I admit that Reg is good looking, but that could never happen you like him, and were just polar opposites that could never work out” You reassure her.

She looks at you still a bit sad and so you speak up again “I promise to talk you up during dinner, so he can start crushing on you, I’d invite you, but my parents as I have said would put be on death row if I did”

You bid goodbyes as you headed home to get ready for dinner with The Mantles.

Man it is going to a long night…

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Tag: @sgarrett49 @oharchiekinz

Best Job Ever

This is for @teamfreewill-imagine Challenge Prompt “Make-up Artist” and

@luci-in-trenchcoats Michelle’s AU & Things Challenge Prompt “This doesn’t make us even.”

Jensen Ackles x Sister Reader, mentions Jared Padalecki and Misha Collins

Summary: just a fun day on the job for y/n

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 1,206

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Originally posted by bubblemish

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Jelly Legs – Michael Mell x Heere!Reader;

Author’s Note: yep, i had to do it. sorry, michael mell deserves better. also, there will be a part 2 and i mainly got the idea of this fic (and of the featured song lol) from @yikesjaredkleinman who has the coolest bmc stuff like ever. it’s epic. so thanks for that, adam xD

Pairing: Michael Mell x Heere!Reader;

Request: not requested by anyone (although requests are open!), i just had to;

Word Count: 1164;

TW: swearing as usual;

Originally posted by barrywestallen

“Y/N, that’s a terrible idea,” Michael told you, raising an eyebrow. “You’re probably gonna get both of us killed.”

“Stop being so dramatic, Michael,” you replied, rolling your eyes slightly. “We are not gonna die. We’ll be fine.”

“Y/N, guys like me… We don’t do that! I can barely stand up without tripping, you’ve seen it!”

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Safe With Us

Request: Um for a request, if it hasn’t already been done, can you do a teamiplier thing where the reader brings home a date who only has bad intentions and the team chases them out? But reader gets mad and goes to chase after them, only to call back a couple hours later sobbing, left in an alley after the man attacked them and took their wallet?

Summary: Fem!Reaader goes on a date with a douche and teamiplier comes to the rescueee.

A/N: Heyyo! This is unnecessarily long and I didn’t know how to fix it so I finished it and didn’t edit it I’m sorry I’m so horrible. Anyway, this is v angsty and it includes some fighting and an attack so read at your own discretion. Enjoy!

Wordcount: 2071, she’s lOng I’m sOrry

Warning: assault srry

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truth - peter parker

Truth - ((Tom Holland)) Peter Parker x Reader | 3rd Person

Prompt: When (Y/N) can’t complete a dare, Peter must admit a truth. (part one here)

a/n: THIS IS SO LONG OVERDUE!! but i’m back!! thank you for the kind messages!! i feel better and seriously the love on the previous part was amazing. if you’re new, hey, i’m gabriella, i say hell yeah a lot and love you to death. :-)

School had ended and summer began, leaving time for (Y/N) to do whatever she pleased. Instead of being with her friends or having fun, she had decided to work on her dare. She wanted–needed–to find out who Spiderman was. It drove (Y/N) insane, and that was how most people chose to describe her now.

Peter had to sit and watch the mess unfold before his own eyes. He watched as (Y/N)’s sanity diminished and her confidence in dares deplete. What had happened to the fun-loving girl that he knew as his best friend? Peter knew that this was all his fault, but he didn’t do anything about it. He should’ve told her ages ago, but didn’t.

Two weeks later, (Y/N) was camping with her friends. On the trip, Peter tagged along with the large groups of soon-to-be seniors and mainly went to make sure (Y/N) was okay. In truth, she wasn’t. She was so caught up in her own thoughts and feelings that she couldn’t focus on anything.

Peter was worried about her, she would start going on walks alone and straying from the group. Yes, (Y/N) was her own person free to make her own decisions but her judgement was clouded and her mental state was rocky at best. Peter deeply regretted this dare and was about ready to tell (Y/N) the truth.

A few nights later, (Y/N) and Peter were the only two awake. This was Peter’s chance, he could fix everything and help his best friend so much. The two talked and laughed and Peter slowly begun to coax the old (Y/N) out.

She was laughing and smiling and her and Peter were happy. That all changed in a second. Peter had accidentally brought up Spiderman and (Y/N) panicked. Her whole persona changed and she instantly became the driven, Spiderman-obsessed girl she was.Peter frowned as (Y/N) went to bed, he would fix this in the morning.

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TW: swearing, mentions of past sexual encounter 

‘I fucked’ Eggsy said falling on the chair in front of Roxy and Merlin. 

What did you do this time?’ Roxy asked wiping her glasses. She brought them up and examined closely before returning to her task. 

It’s about the princess’ Eggsy groaned ‘I fucked’ 

‘Oh I’ve seen’ Merlin sighed.

What?’ Eggsy sat up straight.

The glasses’ Merlin didn’t even look at him too occupied with the computer in front of him ‘They work the certain way. Thank God I could disconnect’ 

Eggsy opened his mouth trying to say something but when he heard Roxy’s giggle he just cleared his throat and loosened his tie. The blush that at first appeared on his cheeks went down his neck. ‘It’s not what I mean. It’s about Y/N’ 

‘I hope you took off your glasses then. We don’t need to scar our Merlin anymore’ Roxy smiled putting her own spectacles on her nose and winking when she caught her friends gaze. 

For fucks sake that’s not what it is about!’ Eggsy tried again. ‘Y/N found out about my….’ he moved his hand around looking for a word. ‘political meeting’ 

Roxy scoffed. ‘I’m sure you were deep in the topic’ she smirked tapping her fingers on the table.‘From all sides’ 

With well prepared oral presentation’ Merlin added moving to another screen to cheek all the data. 

Okay hahaha’ Eggsy stood up taking his glasses off ‘Very fuckin funny. I’m out so you two can be thirsty together’ he turned around and started moving towards metal door at the end of the room.

Oh calm down!’ Roxy laughed. ‘What’s wrong?’ 

Eggsy’s step faltered and he slowly leaned against the nearest wall. ‘Y/N found out about it’ 

‘So what? You two aren’t a thing’ Roxy said slowly raising an eyebrow ‘And as I recall you didn’t want to be’ she bit her lip waiting for her friend’s answer. 

Young agent turned around to face her, his shoulder’s dropping. ‘Yeah…it was bullshit wasn’t it?’ 

‘I know’ Roxy gave him a half-smile. ‘It wasn’t that hard to notice’ 

Eggsy looked down at his shoes smiling a little bit. Oh it wan’t hard to notice at all. Everyone was pretty aware about the feelings that might have blossomed between you too. And if it wasn’t enough Eggsy being constantly a bad flirt or tong-tied when you were near or a silly smile crossing his features at every mention of your name didn’t help to hide his crush on you very well. The man himself was pretty much aware of it. 

He played a little bit with his shoes until Merlin asked him to continue. 

Unwin took a deep breath before straightening his posture. ‘And she thinks that it is a thing now. That me and the princess are a thing’ he put his back against the wall. ‘Especially now that Tilde invited me to her country’  

‘And you didn’t want it to go this far’ Roxy chimed in.

I didn’t want it to go anywhere at all….I just…when we beat up Valentine I was this hero and I was pretty amazing and truly remarkable….I mean like really! Anyway…’ he stopped upon seeing his friends’ faces ‘I was high on adrenaline and she was pretty and a freaking princess. I was just dumb…’

‘That’s what happens when you don’t think with your brain but with your little friend over there’ Roxy nodded putting her legs on the table in front of her. ‘Let me guess - Y/N decided to put a stop on your little flirting and wished you all the best with the princess’

‘Yeah pretty much’ Eggsy sighed ‘Tilde called when I was talking with Y/N so she heard how much her parents want to meet me and stuff’

‘Oh dear’ Merlin leaned in his chair. ‘Lost situation’

‘Thanks Merlin’ the agent glared at the older man ‘Is there a way to fix it?’ 

‘Maybe just talk with her? Why people don’t talk?!’ Roxy raised her hands up. ‘It’s not like it’s hard’ 

‘And what am I gonna say hmm?’ Eggsy laughed humorlessly ‘Oh hi Y/N I know that we’ve had this thing not really a thing but something going on and then you found out I slept with someone else and I am probably in relationship with her but hey! Let’s forget that’s ever happened and come back to our flirting for the next years. Good plan? Yeah thanks’ he huffed out the air. 

So maybe it’s a time to finally do something with this “something” you’ve got’ Merlin said tapping with his fingers on his computer desk. 

No…I don’t think…Y/N doesn’t….’ Eggsy started.

Damn it!’ Roxy hit her palms on the table’You’re always a smart-ass but the moment you need to do something to be with a woman you love you turn into a coward!’

‘Woah! WOAH!’ Eggsy shouted backing away from Lancelot. ‘I’m not in love with Y/N!’

Both Merlin and Roxy groaned. 

For fuck’s sake’ Merlin whispered taking off his classes and pinching the bridge of his nose.

Are you even serious?!’ Roxy brushed her hair with her fingers. ‘Okay…I’m not getting into this just stop this bullshit and we can move on’ 

‘Denial will not help your situation Galahad’ the other man in the room added. 

I….’ Eggsy tried to say something.

Shut up. Stop lying to us and yourself’ Roxy interrupted quickly ‘You wooed a princess the moment she laid her eyes on you. A princess! What makes Y/N different?’ 

Eggsy took a deep breath ‘It’s Y/N’ 

‘Wow…’ Roxy rolled her eyes.

No! It’s just Y/N. It’s that simple. She’s just her…. And she’s good and amazing and smart and kind. She likes those stupid spy novels and leaves them for me to read so later we can laugh at them together. She hums songs from old musicals when she sees me after I told her how much I like them. She always fixes my tie before missions and wipes my glasses on her shirts. She always waits until I come back from wherever the hell you guys sent me and it’s so…great to have someone who cares that much. It’s so effortless to be with her. You don’t have to talk nor do anything really. Even JB doesn’t want to leave her side’ he chuckled. 

Eggsy looked at his friends scratching the back of his head. ‘That’s why it’s different’ 

Roxy smiled at him nodding. ‘Not in love my ass’ 

Eggsy gently rolled her eyes turing sideways to hide a small blush that dusted his cheeks. 

Wanna know a secret?’ Roxy added. Unwin looked at her with raised eyebrow. 

Y/N loves you too’ the girl laughed ‘Don’t blew it over some princess. As you said yourself - it’s Y/N’ 

Roxy’s laughter echoed on the corridor when the doors leading to the room they were in opened and Eggsy left in hurry. 

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Couple (NSFW)

sub!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Smut

A/N: For all those into sub!Bucky you can go thank @gaybybirth for both this fic and my next fic which will be sub!Eggsy. Thanks for the inspiration Molly! Also thank this pic of Seb in a blue suit because it’s my favorite.

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Hidden{6}[Peter Parker]

Pairing:fem!reader x Tom Holland’s!Peter Parker

Summary:The reader develops feelings for her childhood friend Peter Parker but is scared to admit it because she’s afraid it’s going to ruin their friendship.

A/N: The next part is gonna be lit,i promise! 

Originally posted by parkrpeters

I’m okay. I’m fine. I’m feeling great. This is gonna be the best night of my life. I’m gonna drink,i’m gonna dance and most of all,i’m gonna forget all about Peter. Yes,that’s what i’m gonna do.

“Y/N,put that down before i do it myself.” The girl turned her head to the right. MJ was angrily glaring at Y/N,her index finger pointing at the red cup in her friend’s hands. Y/N shook her head and smiled weakly. She can’t be serious.

“Relax,it’s just beer.” She brought the cup to her lips and drank a little bit more.  Homecoming was supposed to be her night.

“Yeah,the third one. Stop it.” Michelle was serious,Y/N could tell. But just for this night,she didn’t give a damn. She was sad. And she could drink all she wanted,right?

“You can’t get drunk by consuming beer,relax.”For the first time in days,she just didn’t care. She didn’t care she liked Peter. She didn’t care he had almost kissed her the other day. She didn’t care he was playing games with her. She didn’t care he was dancing with the girl of his dreams. She didn’t care about anything.

Y/N could see the smile on Peter’s lips as he wrapped his arms around Liz and started dancing with her. She was smiling too. The perfect couple,Y/N thought.

She bit her lip. It should’ve been her dancing with Peter,not Liz. She knew it was really selfish of her to think that. But she couldn’t help it.

“Of course you can! If you keep doing this to yourself,i’ll end up dragging you out of school…Plus, i know you hate beer! Are you forcing yourself? If Peter sees you-“ MJ didn’t manage to finish her sentence because Y/N started laughing. Hard. She couldn’t believe her ears. Everything just seemed to be a joke.

”You know what? I don’t give a flying fuck about Peter. He’s not my mom. And neither are you so quit telling me what to do, please. I’m fine…“

“Is it because of him?” MJ asked her after a moment of silence,her eyes on the boy on the dance floor,who had broken Y/Ns heart without knowing.


“Is it because of Peter? The reason you’re miserable,i mean.”

Y/N sighed. She was so tired of going back and forth. So sick of being sensitive. Of hiding. Of being dishonest not only to her friends,but also to her own self.

Just as she opened her mouth to reply,she saw Peter heading towards them,his hands fixing the collar of his shirt.

“I think i need some fresh air…"She nervously said to MJ as she handed her the beer. Michelle nodded.

"Okay. But you can’t keep running away from your problems forever Y/N!” Her friend was right. Sooner or later,the truth had to come out. And the night of Homecoming was the perfect chance.

Y/N couldn’t imagine herself even mouthing those three little words. She felt weak,unable to even bring herself to speak. But she would have to speak anyway because Peter was once again following her. 

The same scene. The same protagonists. The same scenario. There was a difference though. A significant one;Peter’s feelings.


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On Your Knees.

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John Shelby x Reader

~warnings: smut~

Request: Anon - #171 “On your knees.” with John Shelby, please Thank you. Xxx

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A/N: “John is angry because you made him jealous and so he gets super possessive of you.” That’s the angle I went with for this fic so I hope you enjoy it. Thank you for the request! Sorry If there are typos I finished writing this at 4:30 AM because I just really wanted to finish it and because it was 4 AM i didn’t feel like checking for typos (I will probably come back later and fix stuff.) Anyways, this is definitely the most graphic I’ve gotten in terms of smut but it is hard to avoid that when you are describing a blowjob lol. Thank you for reading, liking and reblogging I appreciate it. Requests are Open so feel free to send one in using the prompt list or just anything that comes to mind. Also, I love getting feedback so please tell me what you think. Okay, I’m done rambling. Enjoy!

You’ve always been quite the flirt, saying things you didn’t mean especially when you were drunk. This usually didn’t bug John much being that he is generally the same. He and you had probably gotten together based that commonality itself. The main difference being he caught onto what he was doing quicker and stopped it as soon as he found himself doing so. You, however, did not have much of a filter for this. Maybe it was because you didn’t hold your liquor as well as he did or maybe he was just more in control of himself. John usually helped keep you in check, keeping you from making a fool of yourself. 

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@youre-on-a-starship - “I’ve got to get my two cents in for this request event: Can you write a Bones fic in which he and the reader finally meet over a communal meal (a holiday perhaps?) and end up bonding because she’s got a rare medical condition that he’s interested in? I love your writing so much; I am unabashedly jealous of the realism you cultivate in your discussion of medical situations. It’s absolutely mind boggling and your writing is exceptional. Lots of love ❤️ ” I will also need to do a little research on this one, but the thoughts are flying fast already.

Word Count: 1892
Author’s Note: I found researching OI pretty interesting, and I definitely have a better idea about it now. I hope I did your request justice :) (And thanks for answering all my questions!)

“Y/N, were you in medbay today?” Your roommate, a nurse who would have known if you’d been hurt, asked as she came into your shared quarters.

“Obviously not,” you replied. “Why?”

“Bones was reading your chart. I thought maybe you’d gotten hurt,” she offered.

“Uhura to Y/L/N, are you free?” You dug your communicator from your hip and flipped it open.

“I’m kind of precariously balanced on the wire rungs of the J-tube, but sure, Nyota, what can I do for you?” You knew she would catch the sarcastic tone.

“I was just checking on you. Medical accessed your personnel file this morning, and I was worried that you’d had an accident,” she responded. “Back to work, before Scotty finds you goofing off!”

“Y/N, join me in my office,” Scotty gestured to a storage closet. It was the running gag, that he’d converted his actual office into a workshop of sorts. When he needed to have official conversations with any of the crew under his command, he’d pull you aside into a secluded corner, a closet or take you down to water reclamation, where it was so noisy, you were guaranteed privacy. You stepped in ahead of him and waited as he found the lights and shut the door behind himself. It was close quarters, and you arched your eyebrow when he started fidgeting with his hands. It was a lot closer than you were used to.

“Scotty, what’s up? Is it the repair on the -”

“No, no, nothing about your performance,” he cut you off. “Are you quite healthy right now?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you assured him.

“Your zero grav sessions are helping?” He pressed. Part of the reason you’d been assigned to a ship instead of grounded was because it was easier to access the therapy your body required to maintain health. As a toddler you’d been diagnosed with a mild form of Osteogenesis Imperfecta. There was a genetic treatment available, and your parents had taken advantage of that, which had strengthened your ability to create the collagen that was absent in OI patients, but you still needed regular physiotherapy to ensure adequate bone density. Space was a crapshoot because the artificial atmosphere meant there was constant real pressure on you and your bones, which was both emotionally and physically draining. But the opportunity to spend a half hour every evening weightless, floating in the safety of an empty cargo bay was one that you were unable to pass up. For a half hour, you were free, with no cares, no worries, no risk. And each session, somehow, for reasons you didn’t understand, strengthened what little collagen you did produce, making your bone density improve enough that you weren’t terrified of scampering up Jefferies tubes when necessary.

“Yeah, Scotty, life is good,” you confirmed. “What’s this about?”

“Doctor McCoy was down here asking questions. I know M’Benga did your intake physical. It made me wonder if you were declining and afraid of telling me,” Scotty explained. “You know you’re too valuable to let go, Y/N. Even if you need to be on light duties for a while, I will be keeping you here in engineering.”

“Really, I’m fine, Scotty,” you asserted. “I trust you. You’re the first person I’d tell if anything were up.”

“I’m not pulling your leg, lass,” he asserted. “If you need extra time away from shift for physiotherapy, or would like reduced duties -”

“Scotty, I’m fine,” you interrupted. “Really. I appreciate all your support. But there’s nothing any worse than usual happening.”

“I’m relieved to hear it,” he nodded, and suddenly realized how cramped the closet was. “Let’s be out of here before people assume the worst.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, and you winked as you walked out ahead of him, deliberately adjusting your skirt just to give him a hard time. He sucked in his breath to protest, and then coughed, drawing even more attention to you both. It was a good thing that everyone in engineering was used to Scotty’s unorthodox use of whatever space he could find. No one even blinked. “Are you headed to the Federation Day celebrations this afternoon?”

“If you think I’m going to pass up real food, you’re out of your mind,” you replied. “I saw the quartermaster’s delivery while I was fixing that malfunctioning door in the cargo bay. There were bananas. Real, perfect, honest-to-god yellow bananas. And I heard a rumour about steak.”

“We’ll see you later on then, Y/N. Save some bananas for me,” Scotty laughed.

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“Our fans ship us.” (Grayson)

Requested by @its-me-actual-trash​: “an imagine where y/n is a youtuber as well and her and the boys collab and after it is uploaded all the fans are shipping her and one of the boys (either one) and they confess their feelings for each other”


I wrote one with sort of the same idea with Ethan a while back, so this one will be with Grayson. :)


“(Y/N), please come collab with us. We haven’t filmed with each other in such a long time, our fans are starting to miss you on our channel.” Grayson text you on afternoon.

“My viewers have been saying the same thing.” You said.

“So, what do you say?” Grayson asked.

“I have meetings all morning, but I should be done by noon. How about I come over afterwards, and we can film for both of our channels. Sound good?” You asked.

“Sounds perfect. I’ll let Ethan know the plans. See you later. :)” He replied. You put your phone back on the charger and finished getting ready for the day.

The entire morning, while in your meetings, you were distracted. You kept thinking about the twins and trying to come up with a video idea. You were excited to finally film with them again. Once your meetings were all over, you headed home and changed into a more casual outfit. Once you were dressed, you fixed your hair and your makeup and headed off to the twins’ place.

“(Y/N)! You’re here!” Ethan said to you when he opened the door.

“Hey.” You said with a smile as he pulled you in for a hug.

“Grayson is doing his hair.” Ethan said.

“We should probably get comfortable, that’ll probably take a while.” You laughed.

“I’ll be out in a minute.” Grayson called from the bathroom.

“Sure you will.” You said as you took a seat on the sofa. You and Ethan sat in the living room and exchanged small talk while you waited on Grayson. 

“Okay, I’m ready.” Grayson said as he walked into the living room. 

“Finally. We were starting to fall asleep waiting on you.” Ethan said. 

“Whatever. Let’s just get to filming.” Grayson laughed.

You ended up spending pretty much the rest of the day over with the twins, filming and having a good time. You filmed the video for their channel, and afterwards, you filmed the video for your channel. Once you finally finished filming, you took your memory card out of the camera and put it back in your purse and started to get ready to leave.

“Leaving so soon?” Grayson asked when he noticed you gathering your things.

“Why? Do you want me to stay?” You asked with a sly smile on your face.

“Well, we’re not doing anything for the rest of the night. so if you wanna hang out, or something, we wouldn’t mind.” Grayson said awkwardly.

“(Y/N), please say yes before he malfunctions.” Ethan joked as he finished putting away the cameras.

“Okay, yeah. I can hang out.” You said. You spent the rest of the night with them, listening to music, eating junk food and just having a good time. It had been such a long time since you’d hung out with the twins like this and you missed it.

* * *

It was finally Tuesday, which means it was the day that the twins upload. You had worked out an upload time so both of the videos would go up at the same time. You finished up your editing and uploaded it, scheduling your post for noon so it would be up on time.

Once the video was up and posted, you tweeted out the link with your weekly hashtag, followed and retweeted a some fans. You spent about an hour online, interacting with your fans, and after the spam had died down, you ended up falling asleep.

You were woken up a couple hours later from a knock on your door. You answered the door and saw Grayson standing on your porch.

“Gray, what are you doing here?” You asked with a yawn.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did I wake you? I shouldn’t have come here unannounced. I’ll come back another time.” He said as he started to walk off.

“Grayson, wait. It’s fine. Come in.” You said.

“No, you should get back to sleep.” He said.

“If I sleep any longer, I wont sleep tonight, now come in.” You said sternly. He gave you a shy smile and walked in. “Can I get you anything?” You asked as he sat on the sofa.

“No, I’m fine. I actually just wanted to talk to you.” He said as you sat next to him.

“What’s up?” You asked.

“So, I’ve been reading the comments on our new video, and tweets from fans on my timeline, and our fans ship us.”

“What?” You asked, confused. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and handed it to you. 

“Here, just see for yourself.” He said. You scrolled through the screenshots he’d taken on his phone of tweets of screen grabs and gifs of you and Grayson.

“Wow, I ship Grayson and (Y/N) so hard.”
“I’ve been shipping them since they first collabed, I need them to date already.”

“Wow, your fans are very vocal.” You said awkwardly.

“Yes, very.” Grayson laughed.

“So, is that the only reason you came over, or is there an underlying message to you showing me these?” You asked.

“Well, there is sort of an underlying message.” He admitted. “(Y/N), we’ve been friends for a good while, and every time we’ve hung out, it’s been an absolute blast. I really like you. More than I thought I ever would.” He explained.

“Oh really? I couldn’t tell by that awkward plea for me to hang out with you the other night.” You joked.

“(Y/N), I’m trying to be serious here. But this is so awkward for me. I’m not good when it comes to talking about feelings.” He said.

“Grayson, look. This doesn’t have to be an awkward conversation. I like you too. And I have for a while. I enjoy hanging out with you, you make happy, and you make me laugh harder than anyone I’ve ever spent time with. I’m honestly glad that everyone’s been saying this because I was worried that if we ever did dated, that all hell would break loose, but now that I’ve gotten sort of a seal of approval from your fans-” Just then, your words were interrupted by Grayson’s lips pressed against yours.

“You talk too much.” He said when he pulled away.

“Sorry.” You laughed, kissing him again. “So, does this make us official?” You asked.

“As official as ever.” 

anonymous asked:

Heyoo!! Can I please make a request for a gaston story where one day he and other men return to the village injured from a hunting trip gone wrong. And one of the other injured men is one of reader's best friends so she helps him with him with his wounds. And gaston get extremely jealous that she is paying attention to and is touching etc another guy. Thanks hon! 😁

Pairing: Gaston x Reader
Fandom: Disney ; Beauty and the Beast (2017)
Warnings: /

A/N: hey darling! thank you for your request and I hope that you enjoy it <3


“Let me through!” you ran through the masses of people all gathered on the town square. Gaston and his hunting partners were sitting in the middle of it. No one was helping, but everyone was staring. 

As always.

When Gaston saw you pushing through the people, he grinned and wanted to make fun of how he was flattered that you cared so much for him, but instead, you rushed towards Hugo.

His smile disappeared instantly.

“What happened?!” you took his face in your hands.

“Bears. A few too many.”

“Hugo, I’ve told you so many times..-”

“I know. And I’m sorry, (Y/N),” you were already working on patching him up.

Other women had gathered around the other men now and did the same. But they were much older than you and Gaston would rather be touched by you than them. And the way you touched Hugo.. it drove him nuts. Every woman in this village - except for Belle, perhaps - would KILL to be courted by him. 

You, though? You couldn’t care less, apparently.

Hugo turned his head and found Gaston staring at you. Very intensively.

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Free to Be You and Me - Part 2

Word Count: 2252

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language, SPN typical violence

A/N: This is unedited. Finished it in about an hour or so tonight. All mistakes and other fuckups are mine. I’ll probably go over it sometime later today to fix those.

Constructive feedback always appreciated

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Dean paced around the abandoned house you were using as home base, leafing through John’s journal, while you sat at the table. You were annoyingly tapping your fingers on the table, waiting for Cas to come back from wherever he’d gone to get supplies. Dean’s hand was suddenly on top of yours, flattening your hand against the table, preventing your tapping. “Can you channel your nerves somewhere else?” Dean grumbled.

“Sorry.” You slid your hand out from under his, putting both hands in your lap.

“You don’t believe Cas either, huh?” Dean leaned pulled up another chair and sat next to you at the table. “About keeping you safe? You think there’s more to it too, don’t you?”

“Am I that obvious?”

“Only to me, I think.” Dean shrugged.

“I don’t buy it.” You admitted. “I think there’s something he’s not telling me. I mean…what’s to stop Michael from killing me after he possesses you, right? He could sell you a line of bullshit about how I’d be safe just to get you to say yes. What he does after you say yes isn’t really in your control now is it?”

“They don’t have a reason to kill you, though. You really think Michael would just jump my bones and murder you?”

“Maybe not.” You shrugged. “But he wouldn’t protect me. That’s for damn sure. Not unless I was useful for something and right now I’m only useful because they think as long as I’m alive there’s still a chance that you’ll say yes.”

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Todoroki Shouto x Reader - Soulmate

In class, you were staring at the necklace around your neck, instead of paying attention to your class. This necklace has brought you lots of stress before and it was sure to bring some more in the future. You wondered how a piece of jewelry could control of all of your lives.

You see, the necklace around your neck had a keyhole. If a person with a matching key could open the necklace, then it meant you two were soulmates and were meant to be together. Who got the key and who got the lock was completely random. It was sent to everyone at their birth.

Until your necklace had been unlocked, neither you nor your soulmate was able to see any color. The world was dull, being all gray. It was boring. You wondered what color was like and if it would make the world that much better. According to friends who had already found their soulmate, it was one of the most amazing things they had ever seen.

Many attempts at unlocking your necklace had passed, but since you still only saw the dull gray, they had all been unsuccessful. It was weird when someone tried to unlock your necklace and it didn’t work out, it was just plain weird and awkward.

Finally, the school bell rang and you were snapped out of your thoughts. You cleaned up your desk, put away your stuff and walked out of the class, leaving the other students of the Department of Support behind you. You were planning to go to the workshop this night to work on some designs you had thought up a few days back.

Your best friend ran up to you and stopped you before you could head over to the workshop. “Hey (Y/N), I know this may seem crazy but, since we have never tried it, maybe I should try my key on your necklace? I mean, you never know right?”

You sighed. They were not wrong. You nodded and held out the lock of the necklace. Your best friend took out their key and tried to open your necklace, failing of course. They seemed a bit disappointed, which confused you a bit. You didn’t think they’d have any romantic feelings for you.

Your friend said their goodbyes and left. Finally, you could head to the workshop. You put your stuff aside and took out your designs. As you were working on them, another student entered. Someone you hadn’t seen before. It was most certainly not someone from the Department of Support and therefor someone that wasn’t supposed to be here.

Taking off your goggles and halting your work for a bit, you turned around to see who had entered. It was a boy with two different hair colors and a scar around his left eye.  You could tell his hair was two different colors thanks to the two different shades of gray they were. “I don’t think you are allowed to come here. This is for Department of Support students only.” you stated, a bit aggravated you had been disturbed from your work.

“I came to see if there was a student here, to ask for a favor.” the male stated. You gave him a nod, signing him to continue talking. He put his hand in his pocket, only to pull it out a second later, revealing a broken key.

“A crazy girl had taken it from me to check if it fit her locket and it broke under the pressure. I was wondering if you could fix it?” You chuckled. Was he seriously just questioning your ability to fix something as simple as that. “Sure I can fix it. Come back in an hour, your key will be ready, uh…” “Todoroki. Todoroki Shouto.”

“Alright Todoroki-kun. I’m (L/N) (Y/N). I’ll see you in a bit.” Todoroki gave you a nod in acknowledgement and left the workshop. You turned back to the table and started fixing the key. It didn’t take you too long to fix it. After all, this was simple compared to all the other things you worked on.

It would still be about ten to twenty minutes before Todoroki would come to pick up his key, and you were getting curious. Would it fit? You shook your head. That is ridiculous. The two of you didn’t know each other. As far as you were concerned, neither of you would fit together.

But trying couldn’t hurt to try, did it? You had an inner debate about whether or not to try it. In the end you decided ‘why the hell not’ and took the key, sticking it in the necklace’s lock. Your heart skipped a beat when you heard a ‘click’ coming from the necklace.

Suddenly, your world exploded with colors. No way, it couldn’t be. Just then, the door opened, revealing a shocked looking Todoroki. You could now see the two colors of his hair were white and red. It looked breathtaking.

Todoroki stared at your hands, holding HIS key. It was inside your necklace. “AAAAAAAH I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to… I mean, I was just curious… I should’ve asked first! I am so sorry!” you muttered, embarrassed about your actions.

Todoroki walked over to you and took his key. He looked at it for a short period of time before looking at you. Disbelief was written all over his face. “So you’re my soulmate?” he said, finally breaking the silence. You nodded. “Seems so…”

Todoroki then smiled. “Maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing that that girl broke my key then…”

Complications of the heart.

Characters: Dean, Reader, mentions of other SPN characters.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, cheating and smut.

Summary: Dean comes back to a small town after years, he finds that the girl he left behind and who he loves is going to be married to someone else soon. So he does what he must to fix it.

A/N: Idk y’all. It was in my drafts for ages and today I decided to finish it. Mistakes are mine, i will edit it later. You like? Let me know because I love feedback sm. Have an awesome day!

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Dean took a huge gulp of the lukewarm beer in his hand, his eyes were on the stars above him but he noticed nothing. The only thing on his mind was you. The lump was still lodged in his throat from when he saw you at the bakery today. All he could concentrate on was the shock and the sudden rage that flashed pass your eyes when your name tumbled out of his mouth like a prayer. Your hand grazed his when you dumped his change into his outstretched palm. He could see it etched on your face that you were restraining yourself, from yelling or slapping him tight across the face in public. He couldn’t blame you. God knows, he deserves it for what he did to you. He came here, wishing, to tell you all the things he should have told you at twenty. But, back then he was a scared uncertain kid. Now though, it’s different. He is different.

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Blue Man Group- Request! John Wick x Reader

Request: So! The basic idea is that John has a secretive associate, they have worked together a few times but he dosen’t know much about her. It turns out that she has worked out an agreement that while she is away she can leave her daughter at the hotel. One day John finds out about the kid (Either because he saw her running around the hotel and caught her or he heard a yelp from an empty room and he goes in only to have an 6 year old try to fight him) and he takes it upon himself to watch the girl until her mother gets back.


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Accused. (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Steve Rogers x Reader (Requested by @createdbytinyaddiction)
Request: Hey! could you write out a Steve Rogers x Reader where Steve thinks the reader is cheating on him because she is spending time with Tony and screams at her and is completely and is just moments away from breaking up and the reader is already crying showing him a little Photoalbum she made for him asking Tony to find all the old pictures of Steve and Steve is completely sorry apologizing and just huge fluff of calming the reader down and lots of love? :)

Note: My second Steve Rogers request! This one was interesting to write. I’ve never dated, so I don’t know what it’s like to feel like you were cheated on, but I think I got this. 

Other note: Don’t ever cheat on anybody, please. Cheating has broken up and destroyed families, and sometimes end up in murder. Don’t get into a relationship or marry if you think you’re ever going to cheat. Writing this has actually gotten me mad when writing this, and it has a lot of angst and anger that you can even feel it as you read this story from your screen. So please don’t ever cheat or flirt with others if you’re married/in a relationship.

Other other note: I can’t for the life of me see Steve scream at anybody, other than in the MCU, but that wasn’t even him screaming in the slightest, and that’s what I imagine when I read “XXX screams at XXX for XXX”, you know?

For the last few weeks you and Tony have been spending together in the lab doing some experiments together, seeing what you guys can invent in a certain, and who’s invention can destroy who. It’s pretty fun, considering your boyfriend, the amazing Captain America, Steve Rogers isn’t  appreciating the time you’re spending with the billionaire Stark.

You take your goggles off from your eyes, and looked at the dirty Stark, as his invention blew up in his face, blackening his face, leaving you laughing. “Looks like I win again, Stark. Face it, I can make better inventions than you.” You quipped at him, smirking that well-known smirk that everybody loves so much, making him sigh in defeat. “Yea, yea, Y/N. There’s no chance in Hell I am going to say that. You know I’m way better than you.” He replied, taking his goggles off, showing his eyes, and white parts of his face where the goggles where placed on his face.

You laughed, punching him in the arm. “Oh yea, did you get everything I asked for? It’s almost the fourth of July, and I want to make this a perfect gift for him.” He smiled proudly, puffing his chest out in victory. “Yep, now you just need to put it together.” He pointed out, giving you a brown package. “I will. It’s tomorrow, so I can put this together tonight, and give it to him.” “He’ll love it, Kid.” He smiled at you, and you laughed. “Thanks, Tony. I appreciate this, and for helping me.” “Anything for you, Kid.”

While you and Tony were talking, Steve went to the lab to get you so you both can hang out, and watch a film together, and he hear’s you and Tony laughing. “Thanks, Tony. I appreciate all for this, and for helping me.” “Anything for you, Kid.” He wondered what you two were doing, and walked into the lab. “Hey, Y/N. Whatcha guys up to?” You quickly hide the brown package behind your back, and moved away from Tony, causing suspension between you two. “Nothing, Stevie! We were just finishing up for the day.” You smiled at him, and ran past him, but he grabbed your arm, stopping you in your tracks. “What’s wrong baby?” You asked him innocently, gazing up at his sky blue eyes. “Tony, may you please leave? I need to talk to Y/N…” You gulp, and Tony nods respectfully, walking pass you two, and grabbed the brown package out from your hands before leaving, “Got it, Cap. Don’t touch my stuff.” He doesn’t move his gaze away from you, “Thanks.” His voice was lace with anger, and Tony leaves the lab, leaving you two alone.

“What’s-” “What was that?” You looked at him with a confused look, not understanding what he’s talking about. “I don’t follow, Stevie. What-” He cuts you off again, holding your arm tightly, but not tight enough to snap it in two. “What did he give you that you had to hide it from me? And you two are actually getting a little bit close for comfort.” You were taken aback, is he getting jealous cause you’re working and hanging out with Tony more than him? “Stevie, we’re-” “You’re what? "Just friends”? I see how you two look at each other, Y/N. I can’t believe this! I trusted you, Y/N! And you’re going to take me for a fool! Or was it to say that you dated or were dating Captain America?“

You were on the verge of tears, stumbling over your words, "Stevie… I’d never cheat on you… We… We…” “I don’t want to hear it Y/N!” You whimpered, and broke out of his grip, running out of the lab, sobbing in your hands as you pass Tony, running to your room, making Natasha notice, and motioned Wanda to come and follow her to comfort you. “Steve’s fucked up this time…” Natasha mumbled under her breath, walking into your room. “Oh, my god, Steve. What the Hell did you do this time?” Tony grumbled under his breath as he walks into the lab with a little package with red, white, and blue coloured stars on the wrapping paper.

“Ok, Capsicle. What the Hell did you do?” Tony snapped at the super soldier, putting the little package on the table next to him. “She’s cheating on me with YOU, Tony!” Steve snarled, groaning in frustration, running his hands in his blonde hair. “You guys are always spending time with each other even if it’s not work related! And what did you give her? What was in that brown package?” “Calm down, Steve. Y/N is not cheating on you with me. She’s a lucky catch you got there. And I won’t go near her that way. And of course we hang out more than you two do, it’s our job. We’re inventors, we build shit, and sell it for money. It’s what we do, and we use the failed projects to fight against each other to see who’s more of a failed project. Or to piss of Banner when he’s in here with us. But she is not cheating on you!”

He looked at Tony with a surprised look, “What’s with the package then?” He asked annoyed, pointing to the package on the table by Tony, assuming that’s the same package. Tony let’s out a deep sigh in annoyance, “For being 99 years old, you are so clueless on how woman work, and what a surprise is. But if you want it, the take it.” He hands Steve the decorative package, and he opens it up carefully to reveal a leather-back photo album. “She was going to give it to you tomorrow, but since you insist, that’s your birthday present from her to you.” He opens the photo album, and sees photos of him when he was in the army; a few with Bucky before the fall, Peggy before he left to face Red Skull, and a few others with him and other comrades he used to fight with, and before he was given the serum. He brushed his finger on the picture of himself when he was tiny and unable to go into the army, almost tearing up from the past memories.

“Oh, my god… What did I do?” “You broke her heart, that’s what you did. Go to her and make things up, I’ll get you back for accusing me later.” He stated, crossing his arms at Steve, shooing him away from the lab. “Go fix things up with her. She must be devastated right now.” He nods at Tony, and leaves the lab, making his way up to your room, holding the photo album in his hands. Bucky sighed, shaking his head at Steve, “Good luck, she’s crying and in her room… Nat and Wanda are in her room comforting her… Try not to piss them both off… You know how they are when it comes to Y/N…” He nods in agreement, and walked to your room, knocking softly.

“I’ll get it. Don’t get up, Y/N…” Wanda’s voice was heard on the other side of the door, and he steps away from the door, knowing she won’t be welcoming once she know’s it’s him. “Yes?- Oh, it’s the captain, Y/N…” “Don’t let him in, Wanda… He needs to leave her alone…” Natasha implored to Wanda, and he puts his foot by the panel to keep it open if she slams the door in his face. “Please, I need to talk to her…” “So you can break her heart again? No thanks, Rogers.” Natasha snapped again at him, holding you tightly in her arms, as you sniffled in her arms. Your voice was rasp and quiet when you spoke up, “I’m fine, Nat… Let him in, Wanda… I want to talk to him in private… I got this…” She gives you a protective but understanding look, before asking if you’re sure, and if you’ll be ok with him by yourself. You nod, giving her hand a tight squeeze in reassurance before she gets up, and leaves the room, Wanda following suit, and left you and Steve along in your room.

He closed the door, and holds out the photo album you and Tony made. “I am so sorry for being an arsehole to you, Y/N…” You looked up at him, eyes puffy and red from crying too much, holding the little Captain America stuffed bear Bucky gave to you as a joke. “I wasn’t cheating on you, Steve… I would never do that… I love you too much to do that… But you really did hurt me…” He sighs lowly, scratching his head, “I know, Y/N… I am so sorry for that…” He walks to you, siting on the edge of your bed, “I guess…” He gets closer to you, pulling you into his strong arm, and you leaned back into his body. “I love the present, Y/N… Thank you… I am so sorry…” He strokes your hair softly, making you tired from stress of today’s events. “I forgive you, Stevie…” He sighs in content, squeezing your free hand with his free hand, “How did you get those photos of me?” You giggled, and looked up at him, smiling warmly. “Tony found them… Howard had left the photos from when he was in the army with you…” He smiles, laughing from the old memories, shaking his head. “Good ol’ Howard… Such a ladies man..” “So are you, Steve Rogers…” You pulled him into a kiss, and he melt into the kiss. “Happy Birthday, Baby…”

Thank you @createdbytinyaddiction for giving me this request to write out! I posted it today, cause it’s in the same settings as today, and it is Steve’s 99th birthday tomorrow! Happy Birthday Steve Rogers! -Moose

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Better Left Unsaid

Y’all. @winterysoldiery wrote this at my request, and even based Y/N on MEEEE :’D You’ll see why I’m so excited once you read it - I’m so in love. Enjoy!!

A Bucky Barnes one-shot, based on two prompt lines: Another bad date?“ & “Here, I’m going to make you some tea and we’ll watch a movie. That sound good?”

Warnings: Mild cursing. Bit of fluff. That’s all.

Word Count: 2,200~

It was a hard job, yes, but it was worth the ass-kicking she got every single day.

(Y/n) worked with the Avengers directly, being a combat trainer and keeping them at their finest physically and even emotionally sometimes. Because yes, even the Avengers shed a tear or two every once in a while. Mostly because they tended to party often and had to pay with sweat and extra push-ups for it.

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