will forever think this man is too hot to be real

anonymous asked:

could you possibly please rec a couple of your fave fics? ♥️

Ok, so I’m assuming: klance fics? Alright, here we go:

texting fics (I love those kind of fics. They almost always seem to nail characters’ personalities and texting style and are so funny to read. The ones I’ll mention now are my absolute fav from this category):

left on read ✓ by hinatashoyo

Ongoing, funny and although sometimes hits a serious area it’s mostly in a light tone. Pining!Keith.

(For me it’s a big plus, because as you know if you follow me, it’s one of my favourite tropes in Voltron fandom)

little numbers by ashtxns

(I guess you have to be logged in user of AO3 to read that one)

Anyway, ongoing and I suspect it won’t be finished but because of it’s form you don’t get a feeling like you’re left hanging. Super funny. Established klance.

and here comes the blushing groom by hiriki

Completed. Keith and Lance are stucked on a planet which citizens believe they are heroes destined to save them. The thing is they have to get married. Aka: Lance, Pidge, Hunk, Allura and Shiro are texting while Keith.exe stopped working. I don’t remember it very well, but I know I had fun while reading. Also, @xxxkaseixxx recommended it to me, so I already knew it’s a good one before starting.

Legendary Station by BleuSarcelle

Ok, so it’s not really texting fic but it’s a first part of a series where second part is texting fic. You don’t have to read that one to enjoy it’s continuation but I’m strongly reccomending it, because it’s a joy, I remember that one quote (about Keith’s mullet) made me laugh histerically at 3 a.m.

The story is: Voltron is a Radio Station beloging to Allura and her family and: Black, Green, Yellow, Red and Blue are it’s hosts. The station menagers decide that if all radio hosts specialize in certian topics and have already established base of listeners then Station can be even more popular if hosts would be paired with each other. Turns out they were right. Completed.

dance au fics:

i bet you look good on the dancefloor by xShieru

One of the first fics I’ve read in this fandom. I don’t remember it very well but the general impression is that it was quite enjoyable. Except that…pining!lance was…very extremaley thirsty and I’m not very fond of Keith being pictured as some sex object. The fic is well written, it’s not like Keith is dumb but pretty. It’s just when you see him through Lance’s eyes it may be uncomfortable for some people.

Lance, Hunk and Pidge are dancers who strongly admire dancing duo Keith and Shiro. Some stuff happens, Lance goes on dancing camp and guess who’s an instructor? Completed.

Shut Up And Dance With Me by wittyy_name

I’m pretty sure everyone knows this one so I’ll just say it’s pretty great and if you haven’t before you should read this one and also every other fic wrtitten by this author. Ongoing.

I’m Going To Sweep You Off Your Feet   by Adventures_in_Writing

Ongoing. Shiro and Allura are getting married and Keith - as Shiro’s best man - needs to take some dance lesson because it’s important part of a wedding. So he takes them from Allura’s maid of honor - Lance. There is some actual knowledge about dances so it’s cool. Also, Keith’s a florist.

fanatsy kind of fics:

Gate Keeper by MoonlitPaladin (MoonlitStardust)

Scottish folklore, faes, mystery. Lance has a destiny. Really good writing.

Flirting With Death by drippingpen

Now this one is maybe my favourite. It’s hard to decide but there is something about this story that reminds me of a type of books I used to read before discovering fanfiction.

Ongoing. Keith is Grim Reaper. Lance is his first…client?

Of Lions and House Cats  by Ms_Towa

People with super powers are real and known in public because they all belong to Voltron Alliance. Unless they are Galra.

Keith is a superhero. Lance is vigilante that he has to stop. Lance is also a cute boy he has a crush on. Secret identyties. Pining!Keith. Ongoing

coffe shop au (well not exactly but)

Better than coffee by peralta

Also one of the first fics I started reading in this fandom and only recently completed.

Lance is a college student who tries to cut of his addiction to coffee and maybe switch for tea… Keith conviniently is a hot as hell barista in a bubble tea shop. And also college student, double majoring because he’s awesome and perfect and dead inside.

Voltron cafe by PinkHitman

If you know this blog but didn’t read a fic that goes with it, go read it immediately.

It’s kind of like maid/butler cafe where Lance is a butler and his rival from high school his most frequent client. Very very like v e r y pining!Keith. Ongoing.

kind of nsfw/kinky stuff:

Please Drink Resposibly by enjayas

It’s completed and has lots of additional to this au separate fics. All of them great.

Let’s play a game „How much drunk Lance can remember”? Pining!Keith.

Keith is sure that his feelings will forever stay one-sided since Lance is so obviously straight.

Hot singles in your area by rire

Lance calls a girl who gave him her number execpt that she gave him a Sex Line number. Quite cruel, right? But the person on the phone is actually more interesting than that girl anyway, so.

Keith is Sex Line worker, but he’s soo into this that he talks his clients through while solving a sudoku. At least most of them, because one is special. Ongoing, possibly on hiatus.

Crowd Pleaser by WhatTheBodyGraspsNot

Keith gets a job as a bertender and is immediately strongly atrracted to one of club’s dancers: Blue Rider. Too bad Keith’s taken.

This one may be triggering for some people because Keith is in a realtionship with a male OC character who’s manipulative, controlling and once used a violence to make a point.

I put this fic in „kinky” category but it’s actually a very thought out psychological study, excellent writing, some funny scenes too. Ongoing.

College au:

Not That Bad by varelsen

Actually realistic settings. I remember it very fondly. Mutual pining. Completed.

Keith moves in by averagebear

Slow burn torture. Like, really. Agony, but don’t we love it?

Anyway, title kinda tells what it’s about. Hunk decided that Lance as a roommate is too distracing so he moves out but finds Lance a new roommate so he can pay his rent. New roommate turns out to be Keith, Lance’s highschool rival and bisexual awakening. Another one of those where Keith thinks Lance is straight.

Mutual pining. Ongoing.

and for those I don’t really have a category for:

On Thin Ice by Minadora

Keith is a hockey player that needs to practise some grace so he takes ice dancing lessons in Arena where his brother Shiro is an instructor. Keith thinks that Shiro will be his teacher. ha ha. Ha.

Anayway, it’s lovely. Sadly updates are very rare. But the chapters are long so it evens. Ongoing.

Kismet, Kill me by Jessadilla

*sigh* Probably will never be completed and, unfortunetly, it WILL leave you hanging. So keep it in mind if you’ll decide to give it a try.

But I had to put it on a list becacuse it’s one of the first etc etc and there is a sentence that will probably stay with me forever: „Lance is a person of many acqaintances, but very few friends”. And I get it, I so get it. When you’re charismatic you attract people easily. But only some of them will stay with you after knowing you better.

Keith falls in love at first sight but will he still like that charming stranger who’s actually rude, obnoxious and tactless when he’ll spend more time in his company?

….Ongoing. In theory, but it’s been a year so…

Objects in Motion (When Unbalanced) by Mytay

(Actually check out all of this author’s fics!)

This one is about how on every planet that Paladins visit citizens mistake Keith and Lance as a couple. It happens so often that Pidge decides to collect data and analize it from scientfic point of view. Completed.

I hope it was a helpful list~

Edit: I don’t know how could it happen but I forgot to add one more of my most favourite fanfics:

A Commutual Contract by SKayLanphear

Keith witness Lance’s “death” and that experience traumatize him. Later when Lance is A-okay he still needs to check on him and can’t get any sleep due to terrible nightmares. Turns out sleeping near Lance helps him get some rest at night, when he can always make sure his friend’s alive.

Great writing. Interesting study in depression (Lance) and feeling alienated in group (Keith). Ongoing- and I’m personally dying to know what happens next, because resent events sort of left us hanging.

I Can Treat You Better | (Part 2)

Daryl Dixon x Reader | Smut Warning | 18+ Only | NSFW

Summary: Another request, hope I do it justice. :) Daryl has feelings for the reader and has had to watch the reader be treated badly by her boyfriend for months. When the reader’s boyfriend is out on a run, Daryl makes his feelings known. Pre-Negan Era. Set in Alexandria. Smut AF.

Warnings: Smutty, Smutness

Word Count: 8,963

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Daryl watched as you sadly waved goodbye to Luke. You guys you had been seeing each other since even before the world ended and was replaced with the dead. You had both been living in Alexandria since before the wall had went up, you saw all of it happen in the blink of an eye; the world ending, the dead walking, The Monroe’s quickly devising a plan to keep the town safe, and the arrival of Rick’s group followed by more heartache and hardship. You and Luke shared a small house in the town, sitting on the right-hand side of the development, next to the last house that was placed within the town, furthest away from the wall, which belonged to Daryl.

You and Luke moved to Alexandria, before losing your families to the dead, you were college sweethearts, and you just always assumed you would be together forever. But lately something had changed in Luke, he was more reckless, and every chance he got it seemed, he was offering to go on runs, especially with Rosita. In the pit of your stomach you knew something was wrong, very wrong. Luke waved back at you, with little to no emotion in his eyes, from the back of a truck they where using for their run. You saw him quickly turn his attention back to Rosita smiling at her the way he used to smile at you.

You sighed a little, looking down, kicking a rock with your feet. You heard the gate close and slam shut as Aaron harshly pushed the lock back in place. He walked over to you and placed his hand on your shoulder, forcing you to look up at him with sad eyes.

“They’ll be back before you know it.” He said re-assuringly. “Rick will make sure of that.” He finished seriously, rubbing his hand comfortingly across your shoulder, before breaking contact, nodding and heading off to his home down the road.

You stood there not really sure what to do with yourself, you always felt off when Luke was gone, but you had felt off for a few months now, even when he was with you, he wasn’t really with you. You stare off into space analyzing the past few months, the drop in conversation between you two, the lack of intimacy, you used to find any excuse to sneak away to be together but lately he didn’t even want to touch you. You self-consciously wrap your arms around yourself, not realizing you were being watched.

Suddenly, you hear a scoff and realize that Daryl was standing a few feet away from you, by the front of the gate. He glared at you until you made eye contact, and then his head snapped away to look at a fixed point on the wall ahead of him. He sighed, seemingly angrily, and began walking toward you. He stops when he gets within inches of you, and growls into your ear, as he faces toward the town, his back against the gate.

“Don’t worry I’m sure your boyfriend will be just fine.” He said lowly and slightly bumped your shoulder as he passed by you.

What the hell was his problem? You thought to yourself and turned around to follow the tall, muscular redneck.

You run a little to catch up to him, as he has already taken several long strides away from you and down the street. You tap him on the shoulder and continue to try and reach his speed.

“What the hell was that about, Daryl?” You ask a little angrily and follow him as he picks up his pace. He obviously had an issue with something.

He angrily huffs and grips the strap of his crossbow tighter in his hands, saying nothing and tightening his jaw, he continues to walk towards the back of the development. You followed him past yours and Luke’s house, to the last house on the right, that was Daryl’s. You stomp up the porch behind him, grabbing his shoulder forcing him to turn around. He swings around angrily and glares into your eyes.

“What do ya want Y/N?” He shouted.

You suddenly felt enraged at his random anger directed at you. Who the hell did he think he was, talking to you that way? You thought confused and a little angry. He has barely ever said more than two words to you before this.

“I want to know what the hell you meant back there?” You demanded and he staggered back pacing a little, his eyes angry.

“You know what I’m talkin about Y/N. You know he is fucking her. How can you stay with an asshole like that? The way he treats you-” He shouts in your face, fuming, and begins pacing back and forth on the wooden floor again.

Your eyes grow wide, and you feel your heart stop in its tracks, as it sinks into the pit of your stomach.

“What?” You ask softly. Daryl continues to pace around his porch, gripping his weapon tighter in his hands, gesturing to your house on the left-hand side of his.

“I’ve fucking seen them together, Y/N! I know you aren’t that stupid! You fucking know too. Don’t tell me you don’t.” He shouts out again.

You feel your face get hot as your eyes begin to well up with tears.

“I gotta- I gotta go.” You say softly and turn to run down his stairs, you hear Daryl call your name, but you don’t want him to see you cry, you didn’t want such a strong man to see you break. You run across the lawn and up the stairs to your house, slamming, and locking the door.

You drudge your feet up the stairs, through blurry and wet eyes, emerging at your bedroom. You look at the bed and memories of you and Luke wash over you, followed by an image of him with Rosita in your bed. You wondered if they had ever screwed in your bed and suddenly you felt nauseated. You turn back from your bedroom and head down stairs to the living room, you plop yourself down on the couch head in your hands and let yourself feel all the pain you were feeling, letting all the tears come pouring out of you. You hear yourself sobbing from a distance, feeling like it wasn’t real.

You sob for nearly a half hour straight, until you feel like you are completely drained of everything inside of you. You peer over to the table on the side of the couch where you sit and see a picture of you and Luke sitting in a frame, a picture taken back before the world had ended, back before he was a cheater. Your eyes narrowed in anger as you stared at the man you thought would never hurt you. You pick up the frame angrily and throw it at the wall, making the glass shatter and the picture fall to the floor. Broken. Just like us. You thought to yourself with a scoff.

Anger takes over your body, washing over you and replacing the sadness. You dry your eyes, that have now started seething, and begin to rip down every picture frame and throw anything that reminded you of the two of you. That painting on the wall he had bought you for your 1-year anniversary – the year before the world went to shit, the necklace on the table he had found for you after you lost your parents, the promise ring on your finger that he had given you when you had first started dating. You throw it all to the ground, hearing wood and metal clashing and clanging against the hard wood floor of your living room.

You ran back up the stairs to your bedroom and pulled the blankets and sheets off the bed, throwing another picture of you and him on the nightstand down to the ground, as your boots walked over the glass, chomping on it without care. You pulled out a small duffle bag from your closet and began throwing your clothes into it, you didn’t care if you had to sleep on someone’s floor, you would not be here when Luke returned home. You grab as many clothes as would fit, and went to the bathroom to grab your toothbrush and a couple of bars of soap you had managed to find.

You grab the overly full duffle bag and sling it over your shoulder, heaving a little at how heavy it was, and walked determinedly down the stairs and out the door slamming it shut. You walk onto the porch and angrily begin toward the stairs. You hear Daryl again, to your right, calling your name from his porch.

“Y/N! Please, hold up for a minute!” Daryl’s voice had softened and showed signs of worry.

Daryl had not moved from this spot since he had blurted out Luke’s secret. He was sure you knew, but your reaction proved to him otherwise. He paced back and forth, angry at himself and his big mouth, that had caused you so much pain. He listened to you cry and throw things, watching you intently through your living room window, that just happened to face his own. So many nights he had watched you, not intending to get drawn in, but not being able to help himself. The way you would set up dinner night after night for you and Luke, and seeing that most nights he didn’t even bother to show up home until after you had given up and fallen asleep.

He watched as you paced your house lonely as can be whenever he was gone and lately you did the same even when he was there, both of you sitting in silence and not saying a word. He watched as you tried to kiss on Luke and make him feel your skin, but he would always pull away. Daryl guessed saying he was not in the mood. Bullshit. Daryl would think to himself, he knew the truth. Besides who would not be in the mood for Y/N, she was amazingly gorgeous and just as sweet as could be, Daryl would think to himself.

One night he watched as Y/N walked up the stairs and disappeared into her bedroom, after another failed attempt to get Luke to want her. Daryl saw how sad and tired her eyes were, tired of this same routine and tired of not being loved like she should be. Daryl saw Y/N’s bedroom light go out and watched Luke as his fingers began to twitch and he nervously looked up the stairs. Daryl watched from the dark of his living room in curiosity, watching as the man got more nervous by the minute. About 20 minutes went by and the man suddenly stood up, walking to the stairs and looking up at the bedroom door, which was shut. He listened for a moment and smiled to himself. He walked across the living room floor, down the hallway, and out the door.

Daryl put out his cigarette in the dark and stared curiously for a moment before getting up and walking out to his porch quietly closing his door behind him. He watched as Luke walked speedily down the road, looking like he had to be somewhere in a hurry. Daryl frowned and decided to follow him. He took long, quite strides down the side of the road, staying on the grass and in the shadows as much as he could. He followed the man to a house he knew well, Rosita and Abraham’s. He watched as Luke darted quickly to the side of the house, Daryl ducked behind the trees that separated Rosita and Abe’s house from Carol’s place. The town was dark, but the moon was full and brightened up the sky and the ground around it that night.

Daryl peered through the bushes to see Luke running to someone, the other person ran to him and wrapped their arms around him. Luke pulled this person into his arms, twirling them around, the moonlight illuminated their face, it was Rosita was a huge smile on her face. Daryl stood there shocked, feeling the seething anger build up inside of him. He watched as Luke pressed her up against the side of the wall and began to kiss her passionately. Daryl felt sick, watching as they became closer and closer to fucking right then and there. He hears them both begin to moan and tug at each other’s pants. Daryl turned away and made his way back down the street, stopping to stare up at Y/N’s dark bedroom window for a moment in silent sadness. What an asshole. Who could do that to her? He thought and again the anger returned to his being.

It had been two months since Daryl saw them together that first time and every time he saw Luke touch Rosita on the arm or whisper into her ear suggestively, when Y/N wasn’t looking, every single time it took all Daryl had not to walk right over and kick his ass. But, Y/N was always there, looking at Luke, still in love with him, still wanting him. Daryl thought eventually she would figure it out on her own, but here they were two months later and somehow he was still the asshole who had to break the news to her. And he didn’t do it well at all, talking wasn’t one of his strong points and he kicked himself for hurting her, just like that asshole she called hers.

“Y/N! Please, stop!” Daryl pleaded as he watched Y/N continue to storm down the pavement with a duffle bag in her hands.

You stopped but do not turn around, hearing Daryl’s footsteps come running up behind you. You feel nothing but rage and adrenaline coursing through your body. Suddenly, you feel Daryl’s big hand on your shoulder, nudging you around to face him. You turn toward him and see that he is breathing heavy from running to catch up to you. You look into his eyes and see regret in them, you scoff.

“What?!” You cry out angrily and glare at him.

Daryl takes his hand off your shoulder and steps back with his hands in the arm, realizing that your anger is directed toward him.

“I just, I just… I wanted to say sorry. I didn’t mean for it to come out like that.” He said lowly and looks at the ground ashamed of himself.

You smirk a little in your rage, feeling heated tears again come to the surface.

“You’re sorry? You’re sorry?!” You scream a little and drop your duffle bag on the ground, charging your small frame into him and start hitting his chest with your fists as hard as you can, crying and punching.

“You are an asshole, you know that?!” You continue to cry and punch at him. And Daryl lets you do so, without wincing, he takes in all your pain.

You punch and punch until you your hands are sore and you are exhausted, you begin to sob into his chest, dropping your fists as they did no good against Daryl’s muscular physique. You sob tiredly into him and you suddenly feel his big arms wrap around your body, pulling you tightly into him, as you cry.

“Shhh… Shhh…” Daryl comforts you, rocking you back and forth in his arms.

You hear the sound of footsteps tapping down the concrete behind you, in between your sobbing tears, and hear Aaron’s voice.

“Is everything okay?!?” Aaron asked Daryl, breathless. He had heard Y/N screaming, as he was walking to the gate for guard duty, and turned around to see her hitting Daryl. He ran as fast as he could down the long pavement, watching as Daryl wrapped her in his arms.

Aaron tried to catch his breath, while looking concernedly into Daryl’s eyes, and down to your sobbing face that was hidden from him.

You buried your face deeper into Daryl’s chest, trying to escape the embarrassment of facing Aaron this way. You feel Daryl nod his head, as his chin moves up and down above your head.

“Ya. She’s okay. I’ll take care of her.” Daryl said in a soft, low tone.

Aaron stands there for a moment, looking at Daryl, and back down at you, remaining hidden. He nods sadly at Daryl and then gently puts his hand on your back, massaging it a little.

“You know where to find me, if you need anything Y/N.” He says to you and you nod into Daryl’s chest, to answer him, still not wanting him to see you hurting. Daryl’s arms wrap tighter around you, as your tears begin to subside.

Aaron looks at Daryl, “Take care of her,” he says and Daryl again nods, onto the top of your head.

You hear Aaron walk away in the other direction. Daryl holds you for another moment in the street. You turn your head to the side, never breaking contact with his body, your tears had retreated once again, and you took a few deep breaths into him.

Daryl notices your body’s ceasefire, and slowly loosens his arms, keeping them on your shoulders, but breaking your head’s contact with his chest, to force you to look up at him. He sees your eyes are red and your face is drenched, he looks down at you in agony. I would give anything to take this pain away from her. He thought sadly. He looks at you and lowly speaks, “Come on,” is all he says before pulling his arms away from you to lift the duffle bag, with one hand, over his shoulder.

You stay there, too tired to fight it and watch as he lugs your heavy bag over his shoulder effortlessly and comes back up to pull you to his other shoulder, wrapping his free arm around your neck. You lean your head onto his shoulder as you both slowly make your way back down the street.

You pass the place you used to call home and Daryl leads you up the stairs, back onto his porch, where the whole thing had begun, at least for you. He slowly opens the door to his house and walks you both into his living room, where he throws your bag onto the floor, and leads you to the couch. You plop down and begin to dry your eyes, a little embarrassed now at the scene you had just caused.

Daryl walks over to the living room window, that faced the place you used to call home, and quickly drew the long, dark red curtains. You sigh a little relieved you didn’t have to look into the house you used to call home. The room darkens and Daryl uses his lighter to light small and big candles alike, that were scattered around the living room. Suddenly, the glow of the candlelight illuminated the space, making it feel more homey than you were used to. You lay back into the couch and continue to steady your breathing, looking at Daryl as he sits on the couch beside you, looking straight ahead, trying not to be intrusive. He sits with his hands nervously wrapping around each other and his one leg twitching. You also see him nervously biting his lip as he stared straight ahead.

“I’m sorry I hit you.” You say quietly, looking at your own hands.

“That’s alright. I deserved it.” He said, still twitching.

“No, you didn’t. That anger wasn’t meant for you.” You say to him.

He turns to look at you, as he nervously bites his lip, “I’m sorry too. I should have never told ya. At least not like that.” He said sincerely apologetic for his slip up.

“I knew. I knew something was… off.” You admit, again playing absentmindedly with your fingers as you spoke. “I just didn’t want to admit it to myself. I didn’t want to lose him too.” You quietly say.

Daryl nods a little in understanding and looks down at his hands again. A few minutes pass and neither of you speak, just sitting in each other’s company.

“You’re welcome to stay here.” Daryl says quietly, not looking at you.

You smile your first small smile since this afternoon, you reach over and touch his arm lightly.

“Thanks.” You say, he tenses a little at your touch. You notice, but shrug it off as Daryl being Daryl. You drop your hand back into your lap.

“Ugh. I can’t believe this.” You lean forward, running your hands through your hair, stressed. You two are now shoulder to should on the couch. You let your hands run up and down your face, rubbing your skin.

“I probably look like shit.” You say to yourself, trying to rub the feeling of betrayal off you.

Daryl scoffs a little, “I don’t think that’s possible.” He says quietly, rubbing his knuckles harder.

“Yeah, right.” You say self-deprecatingly, letting your hands rest over your mouth as today’s memories run through your brain, over and over again.

“You’re beautiful, Y/N.” He says, still not looking at you.

Your head snaps over to look at him, in response.

“What?” You ask, taken aback.

He nervously bites his lip some more before slowly turning his head to meet your eyes, his eyes softly looking into yours, the candlelight flickering in them.

“You’re beautiful.” He says again, softly, and matter-of-factly.

“You could have anyone you wanted. I just never knew why you wanted him.” He says dropping his head sadly.

“When I found out, I wanted to tell you. But I didn’t know how to, I didn’t want you to hurt… I shoulda told you…” He trailed off looking at the closed curtains ahead of you two.

“I shoulda told you that I couldn’t stand you being with him… and that I wanted to be with you…” He trails of nervously.

You watch the man in awe, his strong, muscular arms flexed onto his knees, taking in his large, beautiful frame. You look at his sideways face, taking in his nervous lips and worried eyes, as if he had said something extremely dangerous. His leg twitched and he waited for a response. Daryl expected anger or laughter, he had never been a hit with women, didn’t know how to talk to them. What he got surprised him as you gently put your hand on his twitching leg next to you. The leg froze in place and he again forced himself to look into your eyes, confused this time.

You sat there looking at him, in shock. “I had no idea, Daryl….” You trail off, not sure what to say.

“You don’t have to say anything, it’s okay…” He says dropping his head, to look at the couch space in-between you two awkwardly.

“I know I’m not much… I just… thought you should know.” He forced the words out of his mouth, immediately wishing he had stayed quiet.

You remain silent for a moment, before moving your other hand up to his downward facing chin, before gently lifting it so that you can peer into his eyes.

You look at him softly, “I just didn’t know… You are amazing Daryl, you are one of the best men here, hell you may even be the best man here. I just had no idea.” You say, to reassure him.

He nods, looking down as he takes in your words, before looking back into your eyes.

“I’m not good with the words.” He says sheepishly.

You smirk a little, “Really? I couldn’t tell.” You laugh a little, making him smirk just a little.

“How long… How long have you felt this way?” You ask, still in shock that this beautiful man would ever look at you that way.

“Awhile. Since before I found out… Maybe since the first time I saw you.” He admitted, avoiding your gaze again.

Your face went flush, feeling embarrassed and excited all at once.

“Wow.” You say simply and remove your hands from him, to rub them on your face again, concentrating on everything he had just revealed.

He clears his throat nervously a few minutes later and you realize you still haven’t said anything.

“Forget it. I shouldn’t have said anything.” He says, suddenly trying to get up from the couch. You instinctually grab his knee before he has a chance to get up and push down on it, hard. He looks at you and sits back down.

You slowly look back over at his terrified face, you take your other hand and gently place it on the side of his right cheek, stroking it gently a few times, and looking at him softly.

“No. I’m glad you did. I’m just… I’m just trying to wrap my head around this all… that’s all. I never would have guessed that you would think of me that way, of all the people you could have…” You trail off, looking down and biting your lip.

“I’m glad you told me, Daryl. I think it is really sweet.” You say and lean in to place an innocent kiss on his cheek, rubbing your thumb on his cheek as you do. You slowly retract your lips and he stares at you with something that looked a whole lot like love and admiration.

“I only want you. I can treat you better than he ever did…” Daryl stares at you, feeling more brave after feeling your lips on his face.

You smile and pull his face back toward you, this time aiming for his lips. You slowly pressed your lips on top of his, gently sucking his top lip into yours, before sliding your tongue along his bottom lip. You feel him moan a little and his lips part slightly. You look at him and he has his eyes closed, in pure bliss.

You press your lips into his again, this time sliding your tongue into his mouth slightly licking his tongue, you feel his tongue dart out at yours in response, you go in again, swirling around his tongue as he does the same to yours. He is a great kisser for someone so shy. You thought to yourself and you swirled your tongues around each other, more passionately with every pass. You suddenly felt electricity run through your body, as your kisses deepened, something you had not felt for a long time. You moan a little into him as you harshly suck on his tongue before beginning to swirl around it again. He growls a little, causing vibration to run through your mouth and all through your body. You felt yourself getting hot and bothered, in the best way.

Daryl begins to take charge and puts both hands onto the sides of your face as you continue to kiss each other passionately. His body begins to lean into yours and your body slowly lies back on the couch in response. He adjusts with you and suddenly you are lying on your back with your head on the arm rest of the couch, you slowly try and begin to stretch your legs out to lay them flush with the couch. He notices and stands up a little, never breaking his lips away from yours. Once you have your legs in place, he positions on of his knees on the inside of the couch, against the back of it and the other on the other side of your legs, he is straddling you, but not touching, except for your mouths as they devour each other.

He moans into you again as you swirl your tongues around each other, sucking and licking faster and faster. He breaks his lips away from you and uses one hand to slightly turn your head to the side, exposing your neck. You bury your face into the side of the couch, with your eyes closed in ecstasy. Daryl’s lips land softly on the side of your neck, slowly beginning to suck and swirl his tongue up and down your skin.

“Mmmm.” You moan softly to yourself, loving the feeling of his tongue on your body. He licks his way up to the spot behind your ear and sucking on it lightly, before beginning to swirl his tongue faster and harder into your skin. He takes your earlobe into his mouth, grazing his tongue across it, flicking it from side to side.

“Oh God, Daryl!” You cry out and he smirks a little into your ear. He breathes heavily into your ear and moves back down your neck, to your collarbone, he harshly takes it in as the begin to writhe under him in response.

You grab his sides and tug on his vest a little, before moving your hands underneath the open fabric and resting your hands on either side of him, loving the feel of his bare skin on your fingertips. You begin to rub him up and down, feverishly, as he sucks on your neck, moving from one side to the other. You move your head in compliance, to allow his tongue to travel wherever it wanted. It felt so damn good on your skin.

Your hands grow more anxious and you move them from his sides, up his bare, muscular chest, and up to his shoulders, where they are forced to stop because of the shoulders of his vest. You open your eyes and look up with a whimper. You use your hands, under the shoulders of his vest and gently begin to push it upward, pushing it over his shoulders and down his huge arms. He slowly lifts one arm off the couch to allow you to pull the vest out of it, followed by the other, never removing his lips for your body. You sigh in relief as you throw the vest to the ground, caressing his bare, broad shoulders and up and down his back.

He groans at your touch and breaks contact with you, raising his head back up to look you in the eyes, he smiles and crashes his lips back onto yours, you moan in pleasure at how hard he kissed you now. You passionately respond, grabbing his face harshly, trying to pull him into your mouth even harder.

You feel his body lower and press against yours, feeling how hard he was as his cock rubbed slightly into the bottom of your stomach. You felt yourself get wet the moment you felt his cock press against you. Your hand reaches down, on its own accord, and slightly begins rubbing his dick, from outside his jeans.

“Fuck!” He breaks contact with your lips and cries out as your hand rubs his cock, with just enough pressure to make him almost come undone right there. You try to open your legs to him, which was futile as he had you pinned on the small couch.

He noticed you trying to lift your legs to him and stares down at you with low, lustful eyes.

He stands up, shirtless, his bare chest glowing in the candlelight. You look up at him with a whimper of sadness, making him smirk and his eyes dance with excitement.

“Come on.” He says, holding his hand out to you. You take it breathlessly as he pulls you up off of the couch. He walks around the living room, with your hand in his, blowing out candles as he does. He takes one of the bigger candles that is still lit and hands it to you, he takes another that is still lit, glancing around the room making sure he had blown out all of the others. He holds the candle in one hand and your hand in the other. He strides out of the living room, pulling you behind him. You hold onto his hand and smile as he pulls you down the hallway and up the stairs to his bedroom, the candlelight illuminating your path.

Once in his room, he shuts and locks the door, dropping your hand for a moment and taking the candle that you held from you. He walks over to the right side of his room where his bed is, along with a night side table on both sides. He walks to one side of the bed and places one candle in the middle, walks over to the other side and places the other candle on the opposite stand. He walks over to the window facing the bed and draws the dark curtains into place, completely covering the window.

He strides back over to you, who stands with your back against the door, watching his gorgeous figure in the flickering light. You bite your lip a little in anticipation, you had no idea how this happened, but you couldn’t deny that you were so ready for him to be all over you again. Luke had never made you feel half this good.

He wraps his arms around you, crashing his lips back into yours, and slamming you into the door behind you. You moan out in pleasure. You feel his arms move down your back, to your ass, as he grabs both cheeks with this big, rough hands, and pulls you into him. His lips move back down to your neck as he pulls your ass into him, suddenly he lifts you up and pulls you away from the door. You wrap your legs around his waist in response. He moves his lips back onto yours and you rest your hands on the sides of his hair, massaging his hair as you shove your tongue around his over and over.

He keeps his hands on your ass, firmly massaging it, as he twirls you both around and starts to walk you over to the bed. You feel yourself fall over into the soft mattress, as his body pushes you both down. He presses his body into you harder now, with his lips on yours. His hands begin to move from your ass, to up your back, dipping his rough hands under the fabric of your shirt, you lift your body into his in response. His hands roughly massage your lower back before making their way up to your bra clasp, he opens his eyes while still devouring your mouth, seeing you smile in reaction. You feel his thumbs play with the tiny pieces of metal, as he finally unclips them and your bra springs apart under your shirt. He gently massages your back where the clasp used to be, and slowly begins to trace on of his hands from your back, to your side, before venturing to the front of your stomach, slowly making their way up and underneath your loosened bra. His finger traces the bottom of your left breast ever so slightly a few times, causing goosebumps and your nipples to hard.

You break contact with his mouth, shooting your head back, ”Touch me!” You cry out and he obliges, roughly taking the breast into his big hand, cupping and massaging it in a deep circular motion. You continue to cry out to him, your body writhing up into his hand. You feel his hand begin to flick your nipple in between his fingers and you cry out again, “Oh God, Yes!” Causing him to growl like an animal into your mouth, looking at you with pure desire.

You feel his other hand come around your other side and dip under your other bra cup and begin to massage your right breasts, flipping your nipples around, and roughly massaging them over and over as you cried out for more.

He slowly moved both hands down your stomach, removing his hands from you and breaking his kiss. You snap your head up to him, looking at him with questioning eyes.

His eyes peered down at you, still lustfully, but you now see a hint of concern in them. You stare at him awaiting whatever was next. He breathes heavily over you and looks into your eyes, softly.

“I really want you, YN.” He says and you nod, trying to pull him back into your lips, he uses his hand to push you back down again, softly. You look into his eyes again, your whole body aching for every part of him.

“But, I don’t want you to do this just because you are upset. So if that is all this is, then-“ Before he can finish his thought, you reach your hand up and push the wild hair away from his eyes, looking into them seriously.

“That is not what this is, Daryl. I want you. I’ve never felt this good, ever! Please don’t stop.” You say, lovingly looking into his eyes. He stares down at you, still a little unsure. You arch up into him involuntarily, all the while staring at him with pleading eyes. He nods and smiles down at you, you smile in response. He dips down toward you again, crashing his lips onto yours again.

You smile into his lips and pull his shoulders toward you with all your might, pulling him so close your teeth clink together with the sudden motion. You moan and he chuckles at the sensation. You harshly swirl your tongue around him over and over again, and his hands return to the bottom of your shirt. His fingers trace your bare stomach underneath it a few times, and you feel his hands begin to pull the fabric up, over your stomach, he breaks away from your lips, sitting up, straddling you, and gently pulls up the fabric, all the while his fingers tracing up your body. You lean up and help him by raising your arms over your head, he slowly pulls the shirt off of you and throws it to the ground. You pull your arms out of your bra straps and throw it to the floor, mimicking his actions. You stare at him as he takes your naked breasts in, he licks his lips and moans lowly as he slides his hips down a little and slowly moves his chest up your core, to your stomach, where he lays on you, putting pressure on all the right places, his stomach breathes into your pussy, which you were pretty sure was soaked through and through already.

He breathes heavily into you as he slowly descends his mouth onto your right breast, licking and swirling around it, using his other hand to massage your left breast, flicking and twirling your nipple with his tongue on one side and with his fingers on the other. Your legs open wider as your head shoots back in pleasure.

“Yes! Oh God, Yes!” You cried out massaging his hair pushing his head into your skin deeper, he slowly bites down on it and your cry out again, arching your hips into him. He kisses his way across your sternum and reaches the other breasts and begins to suck and swirl on that one, massaging your other one with his other hand.

“Oh my god, Daryl, I am so wet. I need you!” You cry out, massaging his hair and pulling it a little, from above.

He breaks his kiss from your skin and props up on both of his elbows, his lips still inches from your skin. You look down at him pleading with your eyes and he smirks a little, licking his lips. He turns his attention back to your skin, kissing your breast a few more times roughly, before licking and sucking his way down your stomach, across your belly button, until he is sucking on the soft skin that is touching the waistline of your pants. He looks up and sees your shaking your head back and forth in pleasure, eyes closed and biting your lip. He smiles to himself, he loved the way he made you lose control. He took his tongue, moving it over to the side of your hip, and slid it down slightly underneath your pants, dragging it slowly from your hip, across your stomach, to your other hip. He kissed and sucked the side of your hip when he was done with the trek.

“Oh Fuck!” You moan in pleasure and the sensation of his tongue so close to your core

He moves his fingers over to the middle of your waistline, and plays with the button as you writhe underneath him in anticipation.

“Hold still.” He says in a low chuckle, kissing you under your belly button again.

He breaks the button loose and slowly undoes your zipper. He sits back up and scoots off the bed and pulls your legs down and closed. He pulls your boots off, along with your socks, and then begins to tug at your pant legs, ripping them off of you and throwing them behind him. He pushes both legs back up, using your feet and pushes them apart again. He stares down in disbelief at your white panties that are completely soaked and dripping wet.

“Fuck.” He says to himself and licks his lips. He kneels back onto the bed, positioning himself between your inviting legs, and puts on leg on his shoulder, he kisses and sucks his way down your leg, to your thigh, and over to your pussy, he lightly sucks just above your clit, making you moan out in failed anticipation. He crosses your core and begins to kiss and suck up your other thigh, and down your other leg. He grabs both your legs by your ankles, putting them both in this left hand and raising them straight into the air. His right hands grazes down your right leg, softly, landing on your right ass cheek. He grabs your ass a little over your panties and then roughly begins to tug at the fabric. He pulls it free from your right ass cheek. You lift yourself up with your hands, pushing your ass of the bed as he slides over and pulls the fabric roughly off the other cheek, sliding them up and over both your legs and ankles, throwing them behind him. He looks again at your ass and grabs it, hard.

“Fuck, Yes!” You cry out at the sensation. He grabs it harshly again, smacking it a little. You cry out again in response.

He smiles to himself before pulling your leg apart again, pulling one back over his hand to rest on his shoulder again. You lower your ass back to the bed, allowing him to part your legs.

He looks down at your wet pussy and growls like an animal, liking his lips.

“I’m going to make you cum so hard, baby.” He says, not able to break his eyes away from your pussy. He crashes his lips down onto your core, this time aiming directly onto your clit, swirling and sucking gently at first, before picking up his pace.

“Fuck. Daryl! Yes!” You cry out, reaching down to push his head harder into you as he sucks on your clit feverishly. He moans at your reaction, “Mmmm…” causing vibration through your pussy making your almost cum right there. His lips escape your clit and begin to rapidly move up and down your folds, at first teasingly, and then plunging into you wildly. His tongue swirled and darted in and out of you, while you push his head into you, forcing his tongue to fuck you as hard as it could. He moved back up to your clit and began swirling around it again. You feel his hand graze down the backside of your thigh, squeeze your ass again, before making its way to the inside of your leg and to your pussy.

He shoves two fingers into you, hard. You arch up, pressing his head to your clit harder. “Yes!” You cry out again to him, as he hits your clit just right. He pumps into you over and over with his fingers as your hips arch up to match his rhythm, only to be met with even more intense pressure from his mouth on your clit, as you continue to push down on him. You arch up and down as he pumps into you, he pushes three fingers inside of you and continues to thrust them into your pussy.

“Oh my God, Yes! Right there! Just like that!” You cry out, pushing his head so hard into you, you thought you may be hurting him, but it felt so good. He pumps harder and harder, as you push his swirling tongue into you, he flicks your clit and pumps his fingers in and out rougher and shorter. You feel him flick your clit over and over, again and again and can’t take it anymore. You press him into you a few more times, as he pumps his fingers into you, and cum all over his fingers.

“Fuuuucckk…. Yessss!” You cry out as you climax, long and hard, still pressing him into you as you hit your high.

You drop your hand, once your senses return. He removes his fingers and lowers his tongue, sticking it inside your pussy, taking long deep strides up it several times, lapping your cum into his mouth. You groan I pleasure, as your legs playfully move from side to side, around his head. You bring your hands up to your breasts and massage them a little, feeling the last bit of your orgasm prolonged.

“Oh God, Daryl! That felt so damn good!” You cry out in happiness as he laps the last of your cum up.

His lips retreat your pussy and he looks up at you playing with your breasts, eyes closed.

“Mm!” He says aroused, placing a long hard kiss under your navel again, smacking the side of your ass.

“Damn Y/N! You like that?” He asks and you look down at him playfully nodding and biting your lip.

You slowly graze the leg that is over his shoulder, down to his back, rubbing your heel up and down it suggestively. He looks at you with dark eyes and groans a little.

“I want you… inside of me.” You say in a commanding voice, startling even yourself. He smirks a little in surprise and smacks the side of your ass again, grabbing it for a moment, before smiling up at you and scooting off the bed. He stares into your eyes, never taking his off of yours as he stands up at the foot of the bed. You watch as he quickly undoes his belt, snapping it a little as he slaps it to the floor, fucking you with his eyes. He kicks off his boots, pulls off his socks, and begins to unbutton his black denim jeans. You see him unzip his pants and roughly tug at the fabric as it falls quickly to the floor. As his pants fall his hard, glistening cock pops out and you moan to yourself in pleasure, taking your breast in your hand again. Fuck. He was so big and so ready to fuck. You thought as you saw his cock was wet around the tip already. You lick your lips and stare at his hard cock. He notices and smirks down at you.

“Hey.” He said quickly, causing you to look up into his eyes again. “My eyes are up here.” He said laughing a little before beginning to crawl up the bed, toward you, his big, strong arms climbing up you, in between your legs, up past your already aching pussy. He climbed up you until his arms were resting on either side of your head, he slowly, pushed his body down onto you, looking in your eyes, first his cock pressed against your leg, his hips grinding into yours deeply, then his stomach on yours, followed by his chest pressing down onto your breasts, he crashed his tongue into your mouth to devour it again.

He pulled you by the back of your hair slightly, to gain deeper access into your mouth and your moaned into him, your tongues fighting for dominance. He kissed you for a minute, pushing his hip into yours deep and long, you could feel his cock throbbing on your leg, you could feel his juice run slightly down your leg, after each thrust.

You break your kiss and pull his head back by his hair, staring at him.

“Please. I want you to fuck me!” You cry out and he smirks.

Suddenly, he kneels up reaches behind him grabbing your legs and wrapping them around his waist, he quickly grabs his cock, moaning at his own touch, he was so fucking turned on. And begins to bring his wet tip to your pussy, slightly running it up and down against your folds a few times before pushing himself into you with one long thrust. As does this the entire bed moves up and slams against the wall, your bodies following the motion. He groans and thrusts heavily again, noticing that every time he does this your breasts jump up and down with the motion. He thrusts into you again, long and hard, the bed bumping again.

“Fuck! Yes! Harder!” You cry out in pleasure.

He thrusts into you again and begins to slowly pick up his pace, watching was your breasts bounce up and down and the bed bouncing against the wall.

“Fuck!” He says to himself as he watches himself fuck you.

You writhe up into him, slamming your hips against him, trying to find his rhythm. He grabs your ass on both sides and guides you along with him, slamming into your harder and harder, finding a rhythm that you both enjoyed. You slammed into him and he slammed down at the same time, putting  more pressure on your clit with every deep thrust.

“Faster, Baby!” You cry out and he complies, thrusting faster into you, guiding your hips along with his. You can hear the head board slam into the wall over and over, faster and faster, as he thrusts into your harshly, you feel him pick up his pace and grab your hips harder as he licks his lips and pumps into you more and more, hitting your clit hard with every thrust.

“Yes! Right there! Harder baby!” He sees that you are so close to cumming, to he cuts loose and just starts fucking the shit out of you, the hardest you have ever been fucked. He pounds into you, hitting your clit harder and harder and filling your deeper and deeper, as he speeds his pace up. The bed sounds like it is going to break.

“Oh fuck, baby! I’m going to come.” You hear him say as he fucks you fast and hard.

He pumps into you short and hard a few more times and you feel yourself explode.

“Oh…My… God!!! Fuck! Oh Yes!” You cry out, grinding your hips deeply into his as you climax so hard, you grind up into him putting as much pressure on your clit with his hip as you can, cumming for what seemed like minutes. “Yes!!” You scream out.

“Fuck!” He cries out feeling you cum, he thrusts shorter and faster over and over into you, slamming into you the hardest he has yet, and you feel him explode inside of you.

“Fuck! Yeah!!” He cries out as he cums inside of you, thrusting a few more times to get all the pleasure he can out of you. You moan in pleasure as you feel him pump into you harshly as he cums and rides his climax out. You reach down and massage your clit, doing the same. Both of you moan out at each other and the bed continues to squeak.

He thrusts into you shortly a few more times, “Damn, Girl…” He growls as he exists you and falls exhaustedly onto your body, resting his head on the side of your neck, you move your head to allow him to do so. You are both sticky with sweat and your hearts are pounding with adrenaline. You stroke his back with your fingertip, feeling nothing but blissful pleasure. He lifts his head up to slowly kiss your neck once more before snuggling into it again, trying to regain his breath.

You couldn’t believe the amount of pleasure you had just felt, you had never experienced anything like it before. You sigh happily and kiss him on the top of his head slowly.

Once his heart beat steadied, he looks into your eyes, slightly tracing your arm with his fingertips, causing goosebumps again. “You are amazing, Y/N. If you want me to, I’ll treat you like that every day of your life.” He said, smiling contently at you.

You look down at him happily and grin. “I definitely want you… and only you to.” You say and he brings his mouth up to kiss you passionately once more, pulling you deeply into his mouth. You moan at the feeling of him, at everything about him.

He lets you go and rolls over onto his back beside you on the bed, outstretching his arm to you. You smile and turn over to lay on his shoulder, wrapping one of your arms over his chest, and one of your legs over his thigh. He tugs a blanket that was haphazardly push to the side, beside you and pulls on it, lifting it over the two of you. He sighs happily at the feel of you laying there next to him.

“I’ve wanted you for so long Y/N, I’m not ever going to let anything bad happen to you again.” He says softly.

You smile and kiss his chest softly, before laying your head back down onto him. You fell asleep smiling that night. And every night after that…

pairing— kim seokjin x reader x park jimin 
genre/warnings— devil! Seokjin, devil! Jimin, smut, threesome, dirty talk, dom themes
words— 8,275

An unorthodox end to the office’s Christmas party…

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author’s note: Merry Christmas! Happy Holidays! This is my last fic of the year…a little bit of festive cheer, followed by some devil induced sin, amirite?? I’m now on a much-needed break for the holidays, where I hope to eat my body weight in stuffing and read every fic under the sun! Thank you everyone for a great year!! I’m forever grateful. Here’s to hoping 2018 will be just as good! Love you!!

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Mistletoe (Various Drabbles)

A/N: Happy holidays my friends! I hope you enjoy~ I know it’s not all the characters, but I only did the characters that I could think of at the top of my head. Sorry if these suck;;;


McCree:

The Overwatch Christmas party was loud like you had expected but it wasn’t bad. You were feeling a bit parched so you decided to go the kitchen for a drink. You bumped into something hard, making you stumble back a bit. You looked to see who you had bumped into and it was none other Jesse McCree, the famous cowboy.

“Woah there darlin’. You gotta watch where your going.” He chuckled with a small shake of his head.

“Oh sorry, McCree.” You say with embarrassment. Jesse has been your long term crush and you could already feel a blush rise from coming in contact with him. “I was just going to the kitchen. If you’ll excuse me-”

“Yeah, I was just goin’ to talk to Ana-”

“Now, now both of you! You can’t leave just yet!” Reinhardt’s booming voice rang over to us.

“Why not?” You ask. He simply laughed and pointed above your head. Both McCree and you slowly look up and there it was hangning above you, the devious little plant; mistletoe. You look back at Jesse with wide eyes. “O-Oh my!”

“Well, it’s just my lucky day ain’t it?” He smirked and wrapped his arm around your waist. “You don’t mind do you?”

“N-No! Not at all.” McCree slowly leaned in, closing his brown eyes like hot cocoa closed as his soft lips met yours. Your hands found their way on his shoulders, deepening the kiss. It was like a dream came true.

“Alright!” Reinhardt laughed loudly, breaking you two apart. “Not in front of the wee children.” You blush and stare up at McCree who was still holding his signature smirk.

“Well I’ll be damned! That’s the best Christmas present I have ever received.”

“Same here.” You giggled.

Soldier 76

You and Jack were both leaning on a wall while watching the rest of the team partied it up, mugs of hot chocolate (which totally didn’t have a small dash of alcohol-) in each of their hands. Neither you or 76 were really the ‘party type’ so instead you both decided to watch and talk. You were starting to feel a bit stuffy due to all the people in the room, so you look to the man on your right.

“Hey Jack, it’s starting to get a little too warm in here. Want to go into one of the less crowded ones?”  

“Yeah.” He grunted and pushed himself from the wall, walking to the next room over. You walked next to him while taking a quick swig of your hot chocolate.  

Right as you both stepped foot into the large doorway, Hana jumped in front of you with her arms crossed.

“Not so fast! You two have to kiss!” She grinned and pointed upwards. Above you was the green plant with white berries, hung with a red velvet ribbon. The room seemed to get hotter at the thought of kissing Soldier 76. You turn and look at the man next to you whose face you couldn’t read. You weren’t sure if he was happy, uncomfortable or angry.

“We don’t have to kiss if you don’t want to, Jack.” You look down to the ground, flustered beyond belief.

“Nonsense.” His hand gripped your chin, bringing your face to his before his scarred lips met your soft ones. The kiss seemed to last forever until Hana made a noise of disgust.

“I said kiss not make out!” She walked between you two, joining the rest of Overwatch during the party. Jack chuckled and gave you one of those rare smiles.

“Merry Christmas soldier.”

“Merry Christmas Jack.” You smiled back and kissed him again.

Junkrat

“Oi! (Y/N)!” Jamison called you over to him and Roadhog. You managed to get through your teammates and over to the two Australians.

“Yeah Jamison?”

“Roadie and I wanted to show you somethin’!” He took your hand and pulled you towards whatever it was. He stopped abruptly, his hand still holding yours, in front of a doorway with a mistletoe hanging above it. “I was hopin’ you could explain that thing. I seen it in other places too.” You heard Roadhog grunt behind you.

“Oh well that’s Mistletoe, Jamie.”

“Mistletoe? If it was a mistletoe wouldn’t it be a foot with a rocket for a toe?”

“No silly, it’s a Christmas tradition. People hang this up and when two people walk under it, they are supposed to kiss.” You giggled at his confused face before he dragged you under the plant.

“Kiss me then sheila!” He laughed.

“W-Well okay.” You blushed and pecked him on the lips.

“No a real kiss!” His bare arms wrapped themselves around your frame, pulling you close to his exposed chest. With another giggle, his lips met yours. It was a breathtaking kiss and you were going to deepen it until a flash of light blinked.

“Mako!” You gasped. He was holding a camera while giving Junkrat a thumbs. You looked back at the Aussie still holding on to you. “You planned this didn’t you?”

“Guilty!” He giggled loudly, his head thrown back. “You enjoyed it though didn’t ya?”

“Heh ya, I did.” You smile and looked into his eyes. “Merry Christmas ya filthy animal.”

“Oi!” He shouted but laughed, giving you a kiss on the cheek. “Merry Christmas, love.”

Mercy

You and Angela were laughing, arms linked while listening to one of Reinhardt’s adventurous tales he was telling to Hana and Lucio. You were about to say something to your girlfriend before McCree jumped from behind you.

“Mistletoe!” He shouted while holding the plant over your heads.

“Sometimes I think you just enjoy watching us kiss, Jesse.” You laughed.

“Guilty as charge.”

“What do you say, Angela? Want to kiss under the mistletoe?”

“Of course, Liebling.” She smiled angelically with a cute blush on her face. You smile and place your hand on her cheek, giving her a sweet loving kiss.

Widowmaker

It wasn’t everyday Talon through a Christmas party. You were standing with your crush Widowmaker and Reaper, chitchatting about whatever.

“Have any of you seen Sombra?” You suddenly ask, knowing she was up to something to get you and Amélie together somehow. Just as Reaper was about to speak, the little devil herself came out of invisibility with a smirk. You were going to question her until you saw the green and white plant pinched between her gloved fingers between you and Amélie.

“You both know what this means.~” She smirked, looking between the both of you. Widow glared at Sombra which made you gulp nervously.

“Y-You know w-we don’t have to-” But Amélie cut you off but crashing her dark lips against yours. You gasp against her some-what cold lips, but nonetheless you enjoyed the short, messy kiss.

“Amélie…”

“I,” She searched for the right words.“ I seem to posses feelings for you.”

“Well I seem to have feelings for you too.” You giggled at her flustered face.

Reaper

Parties were never really Reapers thing but he went to the Talon Christmas party because you were going to be there. Despite most of his feelings of hatred and emptiness, he still held some love to his heart that was reserved for you. The only problem was that you didn’t know he loved you.

It was the moment where he felt honestly terrified when you both met under the dastardly plant. On the outside, due to his mask, he seemed calm and collected but on the inside he was freaking out like he might of when he still was 'human’. Sombra laughed loudly, pointing at the two of you while Widowmaker tried hiding her chuckle.

“Well… it can be a simple peck to the mask if you’d like.” You smiled up at him, making his heart flutter, but he didn’t move. You rose on your tiptoes and let your lips touch his white mask. With a small wave and a blush, you started walking away. But that small kiss to his mask wasn’t enough for him. His hand gripped your forearm, spinning you around and pulling you close to his firm body. With his free hand, he moved his mask half way off his face. You gasp and blush at his face, despite the scars and slight, black smoke radiating from him, he was quiet handsome.

“…I want more.” He confessed before his rough lips met yours. It was slightly aggressive but you enjoyed it. His one arm tightened around you as he nibbled on your bottom lip.

“Cheese!” Sombra suddenly shouted as the flash of her camera went off. Both of you were completely flustered as you pulled apart. Gabriel growled and slid his mask back on fully before chasing after Sombra, shouting threats and insults.

You stood next to Widow, sharing a laugh with her as you both watched Gabriel and Sombra run around yelling and laughing.

Pharah

“Well.” The mistletoe hung above your heads, seemingly taunting you both.

“It looks like we have to kiss.” Fareeha Amari smirked as she looked down at you, her significant lover. “Who’s gonna kiss first?” You both stare at each other before you sigh.

“Time to put on the big pants then.” You pulled up imaginary pants high with a funny face. Fareeha stared at you before bursting out laughing, slightly hunched over. After her quick laugh she brushed some of your (h/c) hair away from your face. You giggled and did the same with her, your hand finding its place on her soft cheek.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, Fareeha.” You both closed your eyes and your lips met in a peppermint tasting kiss.

Hanzo

You both looked at each other in embarrassment as Genji cackled loudly. Above you and Hanzo was mistletoe. Hanzo sent his cyborg brother a glare which made Genji laugh more, luckily Lucio was able to get him to leave you and Hanzo alone. You looked to the older Shimada brother who seemed more flustered than.

“If… If you don’t want to, we don’t have to kiss.” You said with hurt evident in your voice. You prepared yourself for rejection from the Archer before you felt a calloused hand on your cheek.

“I would love to.” Hazo leaned and gave you a sweet kiss, his beard tickled against your chin. Your hands gripped his jacket, pulling you closer to him. The kiss was short lived but enjoyable for the both of you.

“(Y/N), I just wanted to say…” He spoke quietly while briefly looking to the side before his eyes met yours. “I wanted to say I love you.”

“Aw, I love you too.” You smile and hug him, resting your head on his chest while he rested his head on yours.

“Merry Christmas, my love.” He kissed the top of your head and you both contently stayed in each others embrace.

Only With You

Request: Hello! Can we have some soft Pea, warm Pea, little ball of fluff. Like he’s a hard ass around others but when he is with Reader he is a puppy. I’m such a sucker for Sweet Pea being a total gentleman when he’s with his love.

A/N: YAYAYAYAY my first request everrrr!! I already love you @southsidenoodle

+ I also added more to the ending, just cause I felt it was wayyy too rushed, so I hope you guys like it better!

Synopsis: It’s impossible not to know the name ‘Sweet Pea’ down in the Southside of Riverdale. But despite the name sounding so innocent, so good even, the person behind that name is nothing like that. He’s the boy known to all young Serpents as their ferocious leader, capable of breaking jaws and beating anyone’s ass up. Everyone knows not to piss him off. Except for one little thing: he really is that good, innocent Sweet Pea. At least, he shows it to only to one person. You.


Originally posted by veronicadvalle

Originally posted by want-your-kisses


In the midst of the grimy halls of Southside High, many students were skipping class; either taking drugs in the dark corners of the halls, or just lazing about with friends. But despite the amount of students out of class, no one was getting in trouble. The teachers had stopped caring, or rather, they were too scared to tell off some insane and dangerous thieves and gangs. The Serpents were one of these groups, skipping class and hanging out at their spot.

Their laughs echoed around the empty cafeteria as they joked around. The Serpents were telling their newest member, James Lakewood, stories about their own initiations, how one passed out for a few seconds at the final task, and how one almost lost Hot Dog. One such Serpent began to mention Sweet Pea’s initiation before he was interrupted by the new member.

“Sweet Pea?” He chuckled. “Oh, I’ve heard about him. Apparently, he’s the toughest out of all us. But let’s be real, is he really? Like, no way you can be with the name Sweet Pea.”

Immediately, all eyes looked towards him. Some chuckled, but you could see in their eyes that they were thinking the same thing. What the fuck man? Shut up!

“You might want to take that back,” Toni said, looking around nervously for her best friend. If Sweet Pea had heard him, he wouldn’t hesitate to beat him up and show him how tough he really was.

James scoffed. “C'mon guys, relax! He doesn’t scare me. How could you, with a name like that?” He burst out laughing, clutching at his stomach. “Sweet Pea, cook me some dinner. Sweet Pea go clean the house. Fucking hell, how is he even a Serpent?” He said in a mocking tone. The few Serpents who were chuckling with him suddenly stopped. No one questions a Serpent, especially not their leader. This guy was so dead meat.

But no one had the chance to put him in his place. The doors of the cafeteria slammed open, shocking all the Serpents into silence. Sweet Pea strolled in. His face was reddening, his eyes narrowed, cold, hard, and definitely set on James. Oh this guy was so, so dead meat.


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the strongest ties

[loki laufeyson x reader]

author’s note: briefly interrupting the stranger things fics because i watched ragnarok and caught mad feels. the last time i wrote loki was like when i was 14 or some shit and it was really badly written lol. also this is like really fluffy?? which i hadn’t planned but stories can have a mind of their own ha. thor to follow probs 

word count: 1,280

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Fairgrounds and Ferris Wheels

Originally posted by loptrlaufey

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Content/Warnings: 1st person POV, lots of fluffy fluffy Loki

Words: 2289

Prompt:  ‘I wanted to go on the ferris wheel but there has to be two people to a cart come on random person let’s go oh wait are we stuck at the top? Fuck’ Changed it a little but you get the idea! 

Not sure how I feel about 1st person…What do you guys prefer? 1st or 3rd POV? 


“Can we get cotton candy?” I asked, words slightly slurred from the toffee sticking my mouth together. Jane shook her head ahead of us and pulled herself tighter into Thor’s side, this was her idea really. Her and Thor had worked things out after their break up and were taking things slow again, they still weren’t quite there with being comfortable with each other again so Jane suggested that instead of a solo date, we make it a group thing. Enter me, Darcy and Loki.

The funfair was in town so 4 votes against Loki’s one meant that here I was, two scientists, two gods and me. “Okay who want’s to go into the haunted house?” I squealed in excitement as I bounced over to the entrance, “Come on Jane!” A smile broke out on her face as she held her hands up in defeat. “I’m not going in there Y/N.” Pouting I looked over to where Loki and Darcy were standing, something had caught Darcy’s attention but Loki stepped forward with a small mischievous smirk on his face.

“Sorry Y/N, Loki’s gonna win me a stuffed dog!” Darcy called over her shoulder as she pulled an unwilling Loki over to a stall. I crossed my arms over my chest as my heart dropped into my stomach. “I’ll go on my own then.” I huffed before handing the guy a dollar bill, pushing the fake spider webs out of the way.

“Lady Y/N wait,” I heard Thor behind me as an old corpse bride sprang from a fake grave to the left. “You didn’t have to come with me Thor I’m fine by myself.” He fell into step next to me as we turned a corner to darkness, save for glow in the dark murals. 

I bit my lip at his silence, “You could have waited outside with Jane, it’s lame in here anyway.” I mumbled as a skeleton fell from the ceiling in front of us. “You should go and win her a stuffed animal.” Thor turned to face me again with a small smile on his face.

“What’s the significance of a stuffed animal?” He asked as we came to a stop in front of a mirror maze. I looked at our difference in height and huffed, “Nothing. It’s just what couples do is all.” Fiddling with my scarf I walked into the maze with Thor behind. “It’s just one of those stupid things people in love do.”

“Then why are you upset?” I sighed as I heard him stop behind me. I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head. “I’m not.” I lied.

“I’m sure Darcy just wants a stuffed toy Y/N,”

“I don’t care Thor, it’s nothing to do with me anyway.” Stomping off I made for the exit in an even worse mood than I was already in when I entered the stupid haunted house. Darcy and Jane were stood sharing the responsibility of keeping a giant stuffed dog off of the muddy ground they were standing on. To the right of them was a very bored looking Loki.

“Y/N look what we won!” Darcy cheered. I didn’t want to but I couldn’t help but smile at her childish joy from a stuffed dog. “He’s a bit small isn’t he?” I bit out, ignoring the pang of jealously I felt. 

“She wanted the big one.” Loki drawled from behind, walking over with Thor in hushed conversation. “I can see.” You whispered, following the two girls off to the next ride.

Thor and Loki were hanging back slightly looking like they were talking very intensely. The two brothers had arrived back on earth a few months ago and had been a part of daily life ever since, Loki especially. There was no real way of describing the relationship the two of you had, it started with hot chocolates that you would indulge yourselves with at your nightly 3am meetings when the two of you couldn’t sleep. You knew he had nightmares and you just couldn’t bear to leave him alone with them, so you started to set your alarm for 2:50am each night in order to meet the god dead on 3am.

“I’m going on the ferris wheel, I’ll catch up!” I shouted to the girls who had already began to make their way over to a hot dog stand. There wasn’t much of a que, mainly young couples who were waiting for a chance to have a seat and a snog. “Sorry, only two to a cart.” The operator coughed as I got to the front. “One of you will have to wait.”

Looking behind me I saw Loki and Thor had qued up too, Loki quickly glanced between me and his brother. “I’d better go and see if Jane is alright.” He spoke cheerfully as he clasped Loki on the back and turned away.

I turned to Loki who gestured for me to step in ahead of him. The carts were small with no step to rest your feet on, just a simple cushioned bench with a safety bar across it. There wasn’t much room once I’d squashed my hand bag into the side of the seat to prevent it falling out, this left me squashed arm to arm with the god of mischief.

“Sorry,” I mumbled as the operator pulled the bar down across us, struggling to secure it with Loki’s long legs. He shot me a questioning look. “You’re sorry?”

I nodded, “Yeah. You didn’t have to come on here with me you know, I can do things alone I don’t mind.” 

The cart started to move. “You’re independent to a fault but I don’t think even that would convince the old coot that you could ride in a cart alone.” I smirked, oddly proud that he thought I was independent.

“True.” Silence fell over the two of us as we climbed higher and higher. Loki shifted in his seat, his legs dangled and bumped into mine lightly. “Are you alright?” My breath hitched slightly as I realised just how close I was to the god. He nodded and wriggled his arms forwards over the bars, “Fine it’s just very compromising.”

I couldn’t help the giggle that rose at the sight of it. He turned to me with a quirked eyebrow, “Sorry, you’re just so tall really aren’t you?” Two hands rose to cover my mouth as I tried to hide the giggles as he fidgeted again only to lift his arms up into the air and place them over the back of the cart.

Suddenly the cold winter air had gotten much thicker. 

“Are you cold?” Loki asked just as the cart jolted to a stop. We were right at the top, peering out over the edge we could see our friends and the old man who owned the ride walk over to the generator.

“Did he just…” I mumbled as I squinted my eyes. “Kick the ride?” I turned to Loki in mild horror, “Did he just kick the ride? Why aren’t we moving?” He shrugged and relaxed back into his seat.

“I’m calling the fire brigade!” A voice yelled from the ground. I glanced at Loki who was already watching me with a curious look on his face. “Looks like we’re stuck here for a while.” I mumbled as a cold wind blew, making the cart rock a little too much. Instinctively I grabbed onto Loki as the cart continued to rock in the wind.

“Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all…” I mumbled with my eyes squeezed shut. Loki hummed beside me and wrapped a hand around my shoulder. “This is the most fun I’ve had all night.” He chuckled from beside me.

Opening one eye I peeked up at him from underneath my lashes, “Seriously? You get dragged along on a ‘group event’ and the most fun you have is getting stuck in a cart at the top of a ferris wheel with your brothers girlfriends best friend?” I lightly teased, still tense next to him from the wind. 

He hummed and pulled me closer into him, “Yes I suppose.”

Struggling to manoeuvre my bag from the seat beside me I pulled out a hat and looked at Loki. “Are you cold?”

He shook his head slowly, “Frost giant’s don’t really mind the cold.”

Feeling more than a little embarrassed at forgetting Loki’s heritage I quickly stuffed the hat back where it belonged and stared out at the skyline. “Are you cold?” Loki asked into the silence, tilting my head I looked up at him staring out at the skyline too.

“You already asked me that,” I reminded him with a smile, “I’m alright. Though if we stay up here forever then my toes might slowly start to drop off.” He didn’t laugh with me, instead he kept watching the world go by. “You don’t have to worry about that you know.” I spoke quietly, eyeing my hands in my lap.

I felt his gaze fall to me without looking. “Making me cold I mean, I know Darcy and Jane always comment on it but it’s never really bothered me…” Mentioning Darcy again made the jealous pang return to my chest. “Is Darcy even ok with you being up here? With me I mean?”

His head snapped down to mine with scrunched brows. “I - I don’t follow,” He paused and glanced at the ground. “Why would Darcy care where I go?”

I snorted, “Aren’t you two…You know?” I clasped my hands together and motioned for him to get the idea. Instead he just stared at my hands blankly and shrugged. “No I don’t follow,”

“Together?” I laughed bitterly, “She’s been dragging you off on rides or to stalls at every chance she’s gotten tonight so I just assumed -”

Are you jealous?” He smirked, turning his body as much as he could towards mine. I could feel my cheeks heating up under his gaze. “No.” I choked out, “No I was just curious is all.” 

We both stared at the other for a moment longer before looking back out at the world surrounding us. “I was rather hoping you’d be jealous.” He commented quietly.

I stilled under his arm as the world seemed to stop revolving. What did he mean by that? Was there a hidden meaning or was he just being his usual teasing Loki? I mean, yes there had been those nights where the two of you flirted a little but it had always been playful and nothing had ever come from it. And yes you two may have fallen asleep on the sofa in Jane’s apartment one too many times but you always slept better when you were tucked under the lanky god’s legs and -

“Y/N?” He squeezed my shoulder with a nervous laugh, “Did I accidentally charm you into a coma?” He teased lightly as he pulled me closer into him and away from my thoughts.

“Quite possibly. You do always like a good flirt.” As quickly as the moment had come it was gone again. Do you ever flirt like this with Darcy? 

Loki seemed to sense the shift in atmosphere. “Perhaps if I were to flirt with Darcy she wouldn’t be as dense as you.” He huffed quietly.

I whipped my head up to see him smirking down at me once again, “Did you just call me dense?” I seethed, sitting up further in my seat. “I am not dense Loki! I -”

He cut me off my placing his lips on mine with a quiet urgency that was only too quickly returned. I tried to turn my body towards his but was confined by the safety bar, instead I pulled his neck further down and wound my fingers ever so slightly in his long hair. In return his hand pressed into my back, pulling me as close into him as possible. His lips were softer than I’d imagined and cool like the rest of him which only added to the rush that we both felt. His other hand grabbed at my waist eagerly as we both explored the other with teeth and tongue, time seemed to have stopped completely just for a moment.

The sound of someone clearing their throat behind us caused the two of us to break apart quickly.

Thor stood holding the cart still with a stupid grin plastered on his rosy face. “If you two are quite finished, I think the other passengers would like to get off.” Fumbling with the safety bar Loki helped guide us both with shaking legs back onto solid ground. 

Looking around for Jane and Darcy I opened my mouth and looked up at a beaming Thor, though he seemed preoccupied by staring at his brother. “Uh, Thor?” His beaming face shot to yours, “Where’s Jane and Darcy?” Looking around again I made sure I hadn’t missed them.

Thor began walking and we followed, Loki’s hand burning on my waist the entire time. “They got bored so carried on,” I glanced up at Loki and smiled feeling suddenly very shy around the tall god. “ - I think they may have made their way to the dodgems?” 

Loki chuckled beside me and squeezed me lightly, “I’m not sure I’ll be able to kiss you as much as I’d like too on that.” He whispered huskily, low enough for me to hear. I blushed and thought quickly.

“Thor!” I called as I pulled a confused Loki to a stop beside me, “I’m just going to show Loki that scary haunted house we went in earlier!” Pulling Loki behind me in a run I caught the knowing gaze he sent our way.

“About damn time.” Thor smiled to himself, making his way towards the next ride.

Feel the Fear and Do it Anyway (Bill Skarsgard X Reader)

Requested: Hello!! :) hope you’re having a great day! I was wondering if you could make an imagine where you are watching ‘IT’ for the first time with Bill but you hate clowns. Kept up the good work!

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1665

A/N: Thanks for requesting hopefully this is what you wanted - I know it is a bit different, but I really enjoyed writing this!

Originally posted by eternalmikaelson

All her life, Y/N saw herself as a coward. She was a coward during the first grade spelling bee, during every exam or test, during her first date, during college tours, during everything. During every somewhat challenging situation her heart would begin to race, her hands would become clammy, and her mouth would become ickily dry. No matter how much she recited ‘this too shall pass’ to herself, the mantra never seemed to stick.

A few years back, Y/N decided to make peace with her cowardice and therefore come to terms that she was just destined to lead a boring, dull life. No airplanes (it could crash!), no public-speaking (what would everyone think of her?!), no walking atop the space needle (heights!). Which was fine. It was fine with her.

This epiphany (as it was just her luck) took place a year before Bill entered her life. A daring and fearless character, hell, the man was a regular Nik Wallenda. While she spent her days alone answering phones in a cubicle, he was out pursing his dream in one of the most difficult industries out there. If she ever asked him about it, she knew he’d laugh. He’d clutch his stomach and laugh aloud and say, “Yes how courageous of me to go to forty auditions a week and get none of them”. She wouldn’t reply, but in her head she would think, that is exactly my point.

Her cowardice was even the root of most of their arguments. Even though the majority of their disagreements dealt with silly things like forgetting to buy Bill’s peach smelling soap or printer ink, some, however, were very much real. Those debates could be so loud it rattled the ceiling above them and quaked the floor beneath them.

When Bill got the role of Pennywise the argument they had was earth shattering.

“I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU’RE TELLING ME NOT TO TAKE THIS! I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMETHING LIKE THIS FOR MY ENTIRE CAREER!” Bill yelled, he was blue in the face already from screaming and he had stretched to his full height of 6’4. He was still dressed in his plaid yellow pajama pants and an old t-shirt from Y/N’s cousin’s wedding (‘Laura and Tom Forever’ was hardly visible now that he had worn it and washed it countless times). He reached over Y/N’s shoulder and roughly poured coffee into his mug. The hot coffee splashed all over the floor, burning the tips of Y/N’s toes.

“I’M NOT SAYING THAT YOU SHOULDN’T TAKE IT, BILL!” Y/N countered, ignoring the dull pain in her toes. “I’M SAYING THAT MAYBE YOU SHOULD THINK TWICE ABOUT HOW GREAT THIS IS! HOW OFTEN DO YOU THINK WE’LL SEE EACH OTHER ONCE FILMING STARTS HM? ONCE A WEEK? THAT - IS - NOT - GOOD - ENOUGH!” The thing about Y/N (and most cowards for that matter) was that she could never let an argument go. Once she started she was like a ball rolling down a hill. She couldn’t ever walk away for fear of what might happen if she did; would he walk away too?

“I THINK WE’LL WORK IT OUT! HONESTLY YOU’RE JUST BEING SELFISH AS ALWAYS!” Bill screeched back, but as he used his arms to gesture the rest of the coffee in the mug spilt onto the floor. Y/N jumped and retreated but, if she were to be honest, she wasn’t quite sure if it was because of the coffee or because of the vile in Bill’s words. Selfish as always, he had said. Though they had made up eventually, after cleaning the coffee and apologizing to one another profusely, she couldn’t get those words out of the back of her mind. Like a ghost they followed her, when Bill came home for the first time since filming started, Selfish as always, when she met the cast of the Loser’s Club, Selfish as always, when Y/N went to set to see Bill, Selfish as always. Perhaps it was in the nature of the cowards, to be selfish, always fearing the ultimate thing as they watched their own backs.

So Y/N tried to make peace with that development too.

“Hey honey,” Bill murmured as he leant down to peck Y/N’s buttery lips. She had just gotten off the plane, her pillow still hanging around her neck and headphones spilling from her ears, she lugged a heavy carry on bag. “Let me get that for you,” Bill said, still just as quiet as he attempted to grab the handle of the case but Y/N immediately used her right hand to pull it away from his helpful grasp.

“I got it babe,” Y/N replied, rubbing her boyfriend’s shoulder comfortingly with her free hand. He looked at her, eyebrows furrowed, lips apart for only a moment, before shaking it off and telling her all about his day (“I told you about how I was nervous for that scene but Andy said to just…”). Y/N listened carefully, trying to hang onto every word to ask him about later. As Bill spoke on and on and on, Y/N nodded, laughed, smiled at what she hoped were all appropriate times. She dragged her suitcase along the cold floor of the airport, finally reaching the sliding glass entrance doors which revealed a cloudy scene. There were plenty of places she would’ve rather been then cloudy and rainy Vancouver (take for example sunny California), but Bill had wanted her here to experience the full screening of IT with the rest of the cast and crew. Therefore here she was.

Once they reached Bill’s car, Bill, helpful bugger that he was, took Y/N’s suitcase, opened the car door for her, and buckled her seatbelt. Selfish as al-. She stopped herself from thinking the rest, breath in, breath out. Breath in, breath out. She had been concentrating so much so on her breathing that, before she could realize it, she was sitting in front of a big blank movie screen in a small, freezing theater. She could slightly remember going to bed the night before, being pulled by the waist into Bill’s long and strong arms. She could slightly remember getting dressed this morning, being prepped on what she could and could not reveal to the public about the movie (like she’d be able to talk to any sort of media).

As the introduction music played and the screen blinked to life, Bill wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into him like he had done last night. He looked at her, smile wider than Y/N had ever seen before and whispered in her ear (as to not to disturb anyone else in the theater), “Are you excited?” Y/N quickly nodded back, smiling just as wide (but not nearly as genuine), before motioning for him to hush.

As the movie rolled on, the happiness from the cast and crew was palpable, which was ironic considering the dark subject of the film. Bill kept on leaning in to whisper things in her ear and nudge her to let her know to pay attention at certain bits. Y/N was so proud of him. It was truly beautiful to know how talented the person one loves is, but as the scenes played on she couldn’t help herself but tear a bit. She was not necessarily afraid of the movie. Pennywise, for all intents and purposes was her boyfriend, she had seen him in and out of costume a number of times. Regardless, by the time Bill was on screen climbing out from a refrigerator, Y/N couldn’t help but silently sob. Wet, full, heavy tears rolled down her cheeks and pooled into her lap. Selfish as always, Y/N remembered as she rubbed her nose with the back of her sweater, creating a pitiful sniffle that alerted Bill to look at her.

“Y/N, ar-are you crying?” Bill asked, reaching up to touch her cheek with pads of his fingertips. She looked away from him, causing his arm to fall from her face. “Y/N?” He repeated, and she could feel his looming figure ghost over her shoulder. She took a shaky breath in, letting it rattle her rib cage, before grabbing her coat and leaving the small cinema entirely. She pushed her way out of the double doors, and covered her face with her hands, as tears after tears pour from her ducts.

“Y/N! Y/N WHAT THE HELL!” She could hear her boyfriend shout from in the theater, but she ignored it. She simply leant against the wall and sank. Sank to the floor.

“Y/N WHAT - WHAT - oh.” He stopped as he saw her state. Sunken. “What happened? What - is- is it movie?” He didn’t crouch on his knees to comfort her like she had expected him to, rather he just stood aloof.

She wiped tears from her soft cheek and laughed sardonically. “No n-.”

“Then what is it? Why are you -?” Bill asked, Y/N could sense the strain and panic rising in his voice. He waited for a few moments shuffling back and forth on his heels awkwardly as he awaited a response.

“BECAUSE!” She finally yelled, cutting the tension, causing more wet hot drops to squeeze out. “I’m TRYING NOT to be ‘selfish as always’ and I’m TRYING to brave, because I can see how much you love this but - but..” She trailed off, to have the things she have been thinking about over the course of the last year finally vocalize was a relief but she couldn’t help but to stop once she saw Bill crestfallen.

“But what?” Bill whimpered so quietly Y/N wasn’t sure she had actually heard it.

“But I can’t.” She said, pushing herself off the wall and standing up. Tears still streamed down her face and she could tell that her eyes were red and puffy, but she got up anyhow and left.

Make Believe

Characters:  Dean x Reader

Summary:  Dean and reader pose as a couple to lure a vampire

Word Count:  2540

Warnings:  Smut, language, near death situation

As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.

Originally posted by winsmut

Make Believe

We were in the middle of this hunt when Mary called. We couldn’t exactly walk out on this, so Sam had volunteered to help Mary while Dean and I stay behind to finish the job.

Which led to the situation that I’m now in. It’s not so much a situation as a ‘how the holy fuck did it end up like this’ type of scenario. At the moment, as I sit in the Impala at the edge of a secluded forest with Dean, I wish that Dean had gone and Sam had stayed.

Not that it wouldn’t have been weird with Sam. It would have been weird, just a different kind of weird. Normal weird, not weird-weird. Sure, Sam is six plus feet of handsome, but the relationship I have with him is more sibling-ish. I just don’t have those kinds of feelings for Sam - the kind where my heart races a bit faster when he’s near and my girly bits get all tingly. Dean, on the other hand, has that effect on me. My relationship with Dean is strictly platonic, but that doesn’t mean a girl can’t dream. And boy, do I ever dream. The man is fucking sex on bow-legs. Can you blame a girl?

Here’s the thing about this particular vampire - he’s got a bit of a twisted fetish. His tastes run into the kinky. He likes to take his victims mid-coitus. Doing the nasty. Knocking boots. The horizontal Mambo. He’s a real piece of work. Like I said, he’s a kinky son of a bitch.

His modus operandi is to kill the male and snatch the female. We haven’t quite figured out what he does with the girls, but our best guess is he turns them. And keeps them for his own amusement, if you catch my drift.

But I’m getting off course here. Right now my gut is swirling with butterflies, my heart pounding loudly enough that this vampire can probably hear it a mile off. In just a moment, I’m going to be making out with Dean. Sure, it’s for the greater good, I volunteer as tribute, blah blah blah. I know it’s not real, it’s just for show, but I’m nervous as hell. I’m staring at his lips and he’s giving me that cocky as hell smirk, you know the one I’m talking about. His tongue darts out to lick his lower lip and I practically swoon. I’m like Scarlet fucking O’hara, I’ve got a case of the vapors. I might actually pass out.  

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Stiles Stilinski Is Comin’ To Town // A Fuckboy!Stilinski AU

Prompt: What would you do if the most popular fuckboy in town, known for breaking every heart he’s ever touched and never committing to relationships, came to you in need of a desperate and urgent favor  pretending to be his girlfriend?

Relationship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader / Stiles Stilinski x OFC

Warnings: There will be smut in the future but for now we have Swearing, Stiles Being A Repulsive Fuckboy, Stiles Is An Asshole, Mentions Of Sex, Unwanted Flirting, and Slight Angst. 

Word Count: 5,669

Song: So Cold by Ben Cocks

A/N: Welcome to Holi-dyls week! @mf-despair-queen​ and I are so fucking excited for this. From today until Christmas day, we will be releasing our own little series daily. I really hope you guys love this story as much as I do and get ready cuz you’re probably gonna want to kill Stiles more than once in this haha 

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“You’ve got to be kidding me!” I shouted angrily as a stranger accidentally knocked down my mug of coffee, the hot black liquid spreading all over my table and staining my homework in front of me. I immediately stood up and tried to salvage what I could of my papers but there was no use, every bit of my hard work was forever gone. With rage burning inside of me, I turned around and watched the culprit walk away as if he hadn’t just ruined my life. “Asshole!”

He either didn’t hear me or just chose to ignore me, but the dipshit simply walked off. A part of me wanted to run after him and give the man a piece of my mind, however the sensible part of my brain convinced me it wasn’t worth it and I just plopped back down on my chair. Sighing in defeat, I gathered all of the soaked papers and threw it in the nearest trash. I walked up to the barista at the counter and asked for a damp cloth to wipe down my now sticky table and she instantly nodded with a smile, getting ready to walk into the back room.

“Could you also get me a new coffee?” I asked, sighing.

“Same thing as always, Melody?” She questioned, stopping in her tracks to watch me nod. As I reached into my pocket to pull out money, the barista immediately shook her head. “Consider it on the house for our most frequent customer.”

“Thank you, Lexie!” I smiled, my eyes widening in surprise.

Lexie disappeared into the back room and I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding in. It was a known fact that I spent a lot of time here, but most college students in this district did. “A Latte Fun” was every twenty-year old’s favorite hot spot to go for meeting up because not only did this place sell the best coffee known to man but they were also famous for mixing alcohol in them. Everyone from my kind of status quo that only came here to study and enjoy the coffee shop environment for writing to people like frat boys or sorority girls that came here for their daily dates enjoyed the place.

The young woman came back with the damp cloth before moving to the coffee machines to make me my new drink. Choosing to stay and wait until she was finished, I turned around and leaned on the counter to look at all of the people that currently surrounded me. Like I was used to seeing, there were a variety of college kids taking over the coffee shop. At first glance, my eyes found a group of frat boys sitting at the biggest table in the place. Most of them had their arms around girls and the ones that hadn’t were holding footballs or basketballs instead. They laughed together, probably at sexist jokes they shared amongst themselves, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. A part of me also wondering where their fuckboy leader was. Moving on to the next group were workaholics, drowning themselves in coffee to hand in their projects that are certainly due very soon. I smiled, glad that I always started my projects way ahead, before looking over at the last people that caught my attention. A couple sitting across from each other in a booth, the two deeply engaged in a conversation as they leaned in closer and closer. I noticed the body language they were sporting, both definitely into the other.

“Oh, they’re so gonna fuck.” I mumbled to myself, smirking.

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the-darkhunter  asked:

Hey there :-) Can you make me a rec list about firefighter sterek please? Thanks ;-)

sure! here are some cute and lovely fics that you might haven’t seen before, hopefully you’ll enjoy them!

stiles is a firefighter

  • You Are My Fire by omelet (Not Rated, 8k)  Derek thinks this is getting a little out of hand. Because honestly, he never would have guessed that he would one day come to own a firemen-themed calendar.
  • untitled by bleep0bleep (T, 1k)  Laura punches him playfully in the shoulder, chuckling. “Dude, lighten up on the staff here. It’s not their fault they think you’re one of the dudes going in the calendar.” 
  • start a fire in your heart by dedougal (E, 6k)  Stiles wants nothing more than to keep his head down and get on with his job as a firefighter. Of course, that’s when his photo ends up on the front pages, drawing attention from places he thought he’d left behind.

derek is a firefighter

  • until the clock strikes midnight again by decideophobia (T, 5k) Derek stumbles upon a test then, towards the end of the magazine, and before he realizes what he’s doing, he’s reading out loud, “Are you good in bed?”Stiles drops his pen.
  • untitled by pantstomatch (T, 3k)  Stiles is not stuck. To random passers-by it could appear that he is stuck, but he’s completely capable of getting down off this motherfucking tree all by himself. There was absolutely no reason to call the fire department, Isaac, given that they have a perfectly serviceable ladder in the garage, and Stiles totally has the agility of a jungle cat. Climbing down this tree should be a piece of cake. It’s just that, you know: tiny kitten.
  • stop, drop and roll by thepsychicclam (M, 12k)  Stiles knows he’s in trouble when he invites the Beacon Hills Fire Department into his third grade classroom and he can’t stop staring at a certain scruffy fireman. But after the third graders take a field trip to the fire station and participate in the fire department’s holiday canned food drive, Stiles can’t ignore his crush any longer.
  • boy in blue by kaihire (G,5k)  Stiles gets injured on the job because he’s just awesome like that, and it turns out his usual massage therapist isn’t in. Unfortunately, the masseur who’s replacing him is precisely the reason Stiles ended up getting hurt in the first place.
  • untitled by thepsychicclam (T,2k)  stiles is a waiter at the diner down the street from the fire station, and fireman!derek comes in frequently for lunch.
  • everybody loves good neighbors by stilinskisparkles (M, 7k)  What about an “everything run-down and suddenly a guy falls through the ceiling; now there’s a hole in the ceiling of my bedroom”-AU thing?
  • just when you think you’re in control by trilliastra (T, 2k) While Josh rushes to grab his things and Stiles tries to clean some of the mess on Josh’s table, the door opens with a bang and suddenly Derek Hale is running inside, disheveled and clearly upset.Stiles would feel sorry for him – and in another situation, he would even stop to admire Derek’s perfect body and face – but he crushed a little boy’s heart and that’s unforgivable.
    In which Stiles thinks Derek is the worst uncle when he’s, actually, the best.
  • Through Fire by hazelNuts (G, 1k) “‘you’ve just been saved from a burning building and you’re begging to go back in to save your pet cat’ au - sterek - that cat has been by stiles’ side since forever and his mom give it to him and even tho he’s old and almost blind please save him"Derek watches as Boyd tries to stop a man from running back into the burning apartment building. Boyd towers over him, but the guy is a fighter and his colleague is having some real trouble holding him back. The guy is aiming for the places he knows he will hurt the firefighter the most, his crotch, his solar plexus. He even tries to kick him in the knees. This isn’t going to end well for either man if someone doesn’t stop that guy soon.
  • Emergency Hugs by LadyDrace (T, 2k) EMERGENCY HUGS
    INQUIRE WITHIN The sign looks cheerful enough, as much as a sign can when composed of entirely letters in a sturdy black frame, but Stiles doesn’t know why he’d stopped to stare at it. Okay, that’s a lie. He does know.
  • untitled by mad-madam-m (Not Rated, 1k) “Would you like to donate to the Beacon Hills Firefighters Fund?”  Stiles gapes at the specimen of a man standing beside his car, holding out a giant rubber boot with a cheerful “DONATE” sign taped to it. The man is tall, dark, bearded, and frowning, though Stiles can’t tell if the latter is because he’s genuinely unhappy or just protecting his eyes from the sun’s glare.  “Uh,” Stiles says, because it’s too early for him to think when he’s looking at a firefighter who might as well have walked out of his wet dreams. 
  • Cooking With (A) Fire(man) by literaryoblivion (G, 2k) After a kitchen accident in his dorm, Stiles is forced to take a cooking class as punishment and ends up meeting a very attractive fireman to share his cooking station with… and maybe a few other things.
  • untitled by howlnatural (T, 2k) After Tilly the three-legged jack russell, Dr McCall - the aforementioned vet -seemed to know instinctively which tragic dog cases Derek wouldn’t be able to turn down. Dana the Australian shepherd and Bobby the former police dog who’d gone deaf in a meth lab explosion followed, and then Derek had moved to a bigger place and kind of forgotten about dating. Until Stiles.
  • Emergency Love by Kedreeva (E, 14k) Wherein Derek is a firefighter and Stiles is a paramedic, and they just keep meeting.
  • Hot Like Burning by Leslie_Knope (T, 2.5k)  In which Derek is the grumpy neighborhood firefighter, and Stiles is a bit of a lovestruck idiot.
  • Cupboard Love by mklutz (G, 33k) He’s carefully balancing the sandwiches and the two biggest tupperware containers he could find that both had functioning lids when the front door opens and he almost drops everything right there in front of the stupid fountain. If that’s Derek Hale, he’s definitely not a mountain man.
  • untitled by stileshale (Not Rated, 1k) Derek is a firefighter and Stiles likes it when he comes home in his gear.
  • untitled by lycanthrophies (Not Rated, 2k)  Riling Derek up became a fun past time activity for Stiles pretty fast, because Derek tries so hard to be stoic sometimes, it’s really a highlight to see him crack open and either get adorably flustered, or—even better—make him laugh out loud.
Selfish

Summary:

In which H longs to be selfish

Warnings:

angst, fluff

A/N: 

Any parts after this are linked at the bottom :)


When Anne gave Harry a ring on a Sunday morning in March, asking whether he was awfully busy one weekend the following month, him being the humble mumma’s boy he was, said he could likely rearrange some things for her and the gathering she had planned back in Holmes Chapel.

Although, he was in two minds since he was raised to act both warmly and professionally in character by none other than Anne herself and didn’t want to screw anyone over by moving, for instance, that informal dinner-come-meeting with a new company he and Jeff were looking in to.

However when Anne elaborated further as to what the event would entail – a relatively intimate reunion of sorts at his childhood home, with old school chums of his and Gem’s, with the parents that Anne got on well with alongside family friends both old and new – Harry couldn’t help but wonder about one person in particular who’s attendance was likely up in the air.

She probably won’t be there, he thought to himself. But it didn’t take long for him to pick up the phone and cancel the damn dinner.


Enveloped by his mother’s arms and the scent of sandalwood and home cooking, Harry allowed himself a content smile. He was now just Harry. Harry the son. Harry the brother. Harry the neighbour. Harry the friend. Harry from Chemistry class. Harry the man pining after a woman he didn’t stand a chance with.

After being hit by the initial flood of honorary relatives and the like, half-filled glass of red wine in hand, Harry was free to roam around in search of the few people he had yet to greet. When he had come full circle and reentered the living room, the first thing he saw caused him to stop dead in his tracks, at a standstill in the doorway as a stunned expression found his face.

He didn’t think she’d be there. That didn’t mean he hadn’t hoped.

She was stood a little ways off, back against the fireplace with a glass of wine that was mostly untouched by her full, smiling lips. Harry concluded that it was due to being caught up in so many conversations that she had yet to catch a break. Like now, those sumptuous lips were far too preoccupied moving in eloquent patterns in synch with her speech that her drink was entirely discarded. His thoughts briefly wandered to what those lips would look like if they were busing doing…something else, but was quick to reprimand himself for thinking that of someone whom he respected so much.

If Harry had been thinking clearly he would know that it was more than likely that she would come. But he had hoped for her presence a little too much and seemed to be more so convincing himself that she wouldn’t be there as opposed to actually believing it, like he was subconsciously bracing himself for the slim chance she really wouldn’t turn up.

The crowd around her was far larger than any that he had encountered himself today, since the initial awe had worn off for the people he was currently surrounded by from when he first made it big with the band. This made him smile, since he knew very well that the next one of these he attended would be after he released his solo work and people would flock to him once again.

But she was a real gem. No wonder all eyes and attention were on her, since Harry wasn’t the only one to fly in from another country for the occasion. She had managed to land herself a mighty impressive scholarship to a uni abroad, and following her graduation it seemed she was only moving on to bigger and better things. His chest simultaneously swelled with pride and ached at the thought of her moving on to better people too. But he wan’t allowed to have these thoughts for a number of reasons, one being that she was never his to begin with.

Harry liked to consider himself a fairly selfless man, but he yearned - painfully so - to be selfish with her.

“Oh sweetheart,” The level, motherly voice of Anne Twist broke Harry away from his longing thoughts as her hand was placed on his pink cotton clad shoulder, “I wish you wouldn’t do this to yourself. You’re both adults now, by this time I’m sure that time you could-”

“No, mum,” Harry cut her off with a quiet murmur, “I can’t.” He said to his polished Gucci boots.

Anne sighed, in two minds over her son’s situation. She knew that to some degree he was right in his reservations, but how could anyone ignore years of such tenacious love?

When her eyes finally found his from across the room all of a sudden Harry seemed to go a little lightheaded. Her natural reaction was to smile that glowing smile bright enough to melt Harry’s insides, though her beam shortly became laced with a nostalgic sadness. The same sadness that had often been the devil to keep Harry up at night, urging him to have one more drink in order to forget and inducing an all too familiar ache in his chest.

Due to his drowsiness, it took a while for Harry to take note of y/n excusing herself from the hoard of people and her figure quickly approaching him.

“Hello Harry.” She breathed.

“Hullo, love.” He replied, wondering if it was even acceptable to call her  ‘Love’.

There was a brief pause which was enough for Harry to panic that she was going to say something like “well it was nice to see you again” and then leave him before he’d even said more than two words to her.

Instead, she made to end the formalities between the two of you, thinking it downright silly for a pair that had once been so comfortable together to act like strangers.

It practically knocked the wind out of him when she hugged him. Though he quickly fell back in to the pattern of her embraces that had become second nature.

Her entire arms wound around his waist in order to come in contact with as much of his skin as possible. From doing this they had both discovered her penchant for settling her hands on his love handles, usually squeezing them or caressing them or tracing over them or something of the sort. Sometimes he joked and said things like “Trying t’ feel me up love?” or “Copping a feel there moppet?” to which she either hummed in response or gave a defiant pinch to the aforementioned skin.

The first time she had ‘felt him up’ by sort of massaging the skin emerging from his pants - which sounded far more peculiar when you worded it like that - Harry had felt erotic tingles more powerful than any sexual act he would experience from such an innocent gesture.

He’d proper moaned, but tried to cover it up by saying “Wha’ was that for then love? Hmm?” His voice was low with strained pleasure and he’d tried to come off as teasing, but regardless of what he sounded like, she began to pull back her hands. He’d immediately corrected any doubtful thoughts by softly grasping her hands with immense sureness and returning them to where they had previously rested. Her face had been buried in his neck but he could feel her smirk and he struggled not to cry out in ecstasy when she lured goosebumps on to his skin once again.

He always placed one hand firmly on her back, fingers spread wide like a shield which he sometimes rubbed up and down her spine in reassurance or had each finger work out those knots she got from stress. The other hand always lovingly followed the curve of her neck to the nape and, depending on the type of hug required, either remained there or went the whole way round so that his hand rested on her shoulder and her neck was nestled in the bend between his upper and lower arm.

“Missed you.” y/n murmured, voice muffled by his neck, her hot breath sending shivers coursing through his entire body. She was wearing heels today, and that factor usually determined if her head would nestle in his neck or on his chest. He preferred the former, more intimate of the two and often tried to bend down going in to the hug in order to secure her head there.

He swore he saw stars at her last statement and replied wholeheartedly. “Fuck, my angel, missed yeh so much.”

He said it breathlessly, and for once he didn’t debate if it was okay for him to say that (had he asked himself ten minutes earlier it would have been a vehement no). Because her cold nose was rubbing against the prominent vein in his neck, the one part of your body that had yet to adjust to the temperature of the household, and fuck if he didn’t want to treasure this moment forever, and her along with it.

“Staying in Cheshire for a bit. Mum n’ Dad are on holiday and your mum said I could stay here. Wanted to make sure you were okay with it.” She said all of this from the warmth of his neck, the one cheek that was squashed altering the clarity of her words but he heard her perfectly.

His eyes widened in excitement that she was asking him about staying in a home that he no longer really lived in just because she still cared about his opinion.

“O’ course love. Always want yeh around.”

“Hmm, wouldn’t be the same if I was staying here without all the people who mean the most to me. Be a bit silly really.” She hummed like a satisfied cat and at her words Harry felt like he might have a cardiac arrest.

“Yeh always were a silly one.” He recalled, noting that she had yet to remove herself from his arms and prayed she wasn’t about to.

“S’ why you always called me goose.” She chuckled.

His heart squeezed further that she had remembered.

Anne had always called Harry a silly goose as a child, usually it was whenever he did something adorably naïve or childish. And he seemed to have pertained a knack for repeating words or phrases he particularly enjoyed, sometimes not even fully understanding the meaning, which is what inspired him to call her ‘goose’. Being so young, he’d unknowingly discarded the first word, opting to call her only by the second, and with age the use of the word changed.

As youngsters he’d sporadically point at you and proclaim you “Goose!” with a gurgling giggle. Then as children he became more playful with it, saying it in the appropriate context, like when you wore horribly mismatched socks and he’d jokingly chide you by shaking his head and saying you were “such a Goose” though his trademark grin gave his lack of seriousness away.

Then when they’d become teenagers, he’d gotten a little cocky and used it solely as a pet name, oftentimes smirking at the fact that no one else knew what had coined their little title when he teased her after she made mistakes or got embarrassed. When she’d fallen over a protruding tree root once during a walk in the woods with Harry and their respective families, still wearing her school skirt mind you, Harry had just chuckled and offered her his hand whilst saying “If yeh wanted t’ flash me yeh underwear love yeh could’ve just asked.”


It was late, or early if you were being smart about it, and Gemma had just banished Harry from interacting with any of the stragglers that had yet to be politely dismissed because of his incessant, though unintentional, knack to draw people to him, which was the exact opposite of what he should’ve been doing.

Anne busied herself in the kitchen, sending the dishwasher in to overdrive with all the glasses and plates she’d stocked it with. When Harry entered the room, he noticed that she’d left a few odd pieces of cutlery and crockery by the sink to clean by hand.

He smiled, Anne was a strong, independent woman and had been all his life and, from what he’d heard, all of hers as well. Despite having a dishwasher he knew she enjoyed doing some of the cleaning for herself, partly because she’d never shed the need to do things for herself every once in a while and partly just for something therapeutic to keep her occupied.

Anne would never admit that to anyone else though, and would simply say that she was merely doing the dishes that had been left since the dishwasher was too full. Though Harry knew full well that this was the second round the dishwasher had done tonight, the activity brought his mum happiness and was a little idiosyncrasy of hers that he appreciated the few times that he could.

Y/n was the first person to tell him about that word, it was one of her favourites. It was when they were sixteen, and Harry took her out to eat at her favourite place, which was a forty minute drive and he wasn’t old enough to properly get his license but he couldn’t care less. That was what she did to him, she always had and always will have him voluntarily wrapped around her finger and she never even knew it. She never asked for anything extravagant but he was always on his knees ready to exceed expectations.

“Bloody fuckin’ hell,” Harry muttered the same words he had all those years ago “she literally drove me to commit a proper crime and she didn’t even ask me to.”

But he didn’t care, and he’d do it all over again if it meant getting to experience the happiness radiating from her the whole journey home, which, in fact, hadn’t been long enough.

Harry peered sombrely down at his glass, memories of that night staining his memory like the wine, and glanced longingly at the stairs leading to the woman he loved.

part two

✰ * º ❛   that 70′s show sentence starters   ❜

‘  you know what your problem is? i’m too good looking.  ’
‘  god, what did you have for breakfast this morning? carnation instant bitch?  ’
‘  oh, is this what we’re gonna do today, we’re gonna fight?  ’
‘  because you’re breaking up the band, yoko!  ’
‘  an apple? where’s my candy, you son of a bitch.  ’
‘  she told me she loves me and then i told her i loved cake…  ’
‘  how’d you’d like to own a little bit of my foot in your ass?  ’
‘  look, if i could run across the beach into my own arms, i would.  ’
‘  you know he never liked phones. he said he could hear voices in ‘em.  ’
‘  when my time comes, i wanna be buried facedown so that anyone who doesn’t like me can kiss my ass.  ’
‘  you know what your problem is? you’re really cute… so no one ever told you to shut your pie hole.  ’
‘  god, we are such the… perfect couple?  ’
‘  you’re cold? well damn, i can’t control the weather!  ’
‘  the gym, or as i like to call it, the institute of things i can’t do.  ’
‘  well, i’d like to help but… not as much as i’d like not to.  ’
‘  don’t put me in your fantasies. i don’t even like being in your real life.  ’
‘  i don’t like people. i like rock n’ roll, sex, and pizza – in that order.  ’
‘  i’m not loving anybody that i’m not legally required to.  ’
‘  and if somebody doesn’t tell me i’m cute in the next five minutes, i’m gonna scream!  ’
‘  don’t hate me because i’m beautiful.  ’
‘  i can’t count on much in this crazy world, but i can always count on you.  ’
‘  i’m going to go out, meet some boys and crush their hearts one by one.  ’
‘  where zen ends, ass kicking begins.  ’
‘  you guys are fighting like cats and whores.  ’
‘  cake is good, but you cannot have sex with cake.  ’
‘  well, my head says no, but my heart says no.  ’
‘  the three true branches of the government are military, corporate, and hollywood.  ’
‘  hey man, if you don’t get caught, everything’s legal.  ’
‘  yeah, but god didn’t see that. i was in my van, and he can’t see through lead.  ’
‘  college is for ugly girls who can’t get modeling contracts.  ’
‘  college is for women who don’t want to marry the first idiot they meet and squeeze out his bastard moron children.  ’
‘  i was never happy. i was just less pissed off.  ’
‘  sometimes when i’m alone, i just love to cuddle.  ’
‘  i have a definite opinion on this… i don’t care.  ’
‘  when he’s unhappy, i know our relationship is in good shape.  ’
‘  all right, sleep tight and don’t let the bedbugs put their foot in your ass.  ’
‘  that’s your brain trying to comprehend its own stupidity.  ’
‘  we have some breaking news: i’m toasted.  ’
‘  but i don’t want to go outside. there are people out there.  ’
‘  oh, please. i’m a hot-looking, smooth-talking, frisky-assed son of a bitch.  ’
‘  no, i’m not pouting. that would upset our routine. god knows i wouldn’t want to move in a new direction and accidentally slip in a puddle of fun or anything.  ’
‘  i’ve just decided being sad is a waste of my time.  ’
‘  he called me ugly on the inside and the outside. i’m sorry, but he’s just wrong about the outside part.  ’
‘  i don’t really cook much. i just plan on getting by on my looks.  ’
‘  no, no, no, you just don’t move on from me. i’m like alcohol. you need a twelve-step program to break my smell.  ’
‘  you know, being here under the stars, sitting on the grass makes me really glad i’m not poor.  ’
‘  the person i love the most is me!  ’
‘  i was voted most popular, best legs, and now godmother? what can’t i do?  ’
‘  why am i alone and all of you less attractive people are happy?  ’
‘  it’s better to have loved and loss than to be butt ugly.  ’
‘  okay, i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again: everyone loves me.  ’
‘  why get out of bed when you can read about people who got out of bed?  ’
‘  i got a lot of free time. i mainly use it to nap and cry.  ’
‘  i’ll just curl up in the fetal position and think about pancakes.  ’
‘  have you been in bed all day?  ’
‘  last night i only slept like… nine hours.  ’
‘  i pity you because you’re dumb.  ’
‘  responsible people don’t go around getting their nipples twisted.  ’
‘  they want to kill rock n’ roll because they know it makes us horny, man.  ’
‘  i would love car sex… or just sex… or just a car.  ’
‘  no, i don’t feel bad. i don’t feel anything.  ’
‘  man, think about it. we hold information that could crush the very heart and soul of one of our best friends… i live for days like this!  ’
‘  it’s like we’re too old to trick or treat and too young to die.  ’
‘  talking isn’t gonna help me, okay? what’s gonna help me is, like, drinking.  ’
‘  hey, yeah, that’s the worst idea i’ve ever heard!  ’
‘  i wish i was an octopus.  ’
‘  thanks, but i’ve gotta go to sleep because i have a big day of misery ahead of me.  ’
‘  life is too short to spend it with people who annoy you.  ’
‘  well, for your information, i’m already sorry i was ever born.  ’
‘  i don’t have a hickey. i was using a curling iron.  ’
‘  give me a reason why i shouldn’t set you on fire.  ’
‘  i’m a hottie, you’re a nottie.  ’
‘  prison is not an option for me, okay? i can’t pee in front of other people.  ’
‘  man, time really flies when you take two naps a day.  ’
‘  oh, no. now i have to act normal.  ’
‘  oh, i just remembered i can’t loan it to you on account of i hate you.  ’
‘  i’ve been diagnosed with a disease that makes me irresistible to women.  ’
‘  you know what the best thing god ever did was? boobs.  ’
‘  i’m like ketchup. i go good on everything!  ’
‘  when we were about to fool around and i said that i washed my hands, but i really just got done playing with like six dogs.  ’
‘  there’s a rabbit stuck in a tree and i want to return that rabbit to the wild so it can lay its eggs.  ’
‘  if this is about maturity then i want nothing to do with it.  ’
‘  a wedding without a trampoline? that’s crazy talk.  ’
‘  i don’t wanna blink ‘cause i’m afraid to miss even a second of your cuteness.  ’
‘  you seem normal around your family, but out in the real world, you’re kinda nuts.  ’
‘  i could get arrested. i could go to girl prison. this freakin’ rocks!  ’
‘  my parents are fighting all the time and they want me to choose sides, but i can’t because they’re both idiots.  ’
‘  why would sally sell seashells down by the seashore? i mean, that’s a terrible location for a seashell stand.  ’
‘  i’m not strong, but i know a lot of ways to destroy men emotionally.  ’
‘  i don’t have feelings for him. i just hate that bitch for making him happy.  ’
‘  i’m not jealous, i just want to pop that inflatable bitch and watch her fly around the room.  ’
‘  hello, it is me, the object of your desire.  ’
‘  i’m a beautiful girl with a shrill, demanding voice. i’m pretty hard to ignore.  ’
‘  a gold digger is what these idiots call a woman who knows that love eventually wears off, but money is forever.  ’
‘  you see, a more productive use of my time is revenge.  ’
‘  i cannot be held responsible for the things that come out of my mouth.  ’
‘  i don’t answer stupid questions.  ’

Yuuei Highschool Host Club AU

I just really need this ok

Midoriya Izuku was luck enough to get a scholarship at Yuuei thanks to his relations with All Might. They weren’t really well off so education at those kinds of school are not really within his access. But All Might has given him a chance to go do just that and he’s been studying day and night to get his good grades and become a successful hero. Until, he well got lured lost in the room of a certain host club and broke a vase worth 8M yen. He has then been enslaved worked as a host for the club to pay off the broken vase.

The hosts are the following:

1. Bakugou Katsuki (Bad Boy Tsundere Type) - You will just love Bakugou. Actually, everyone will just kinda love him. Or hate him with a burning passion. There is no in between. He might seem furious but inside his heart is actually a more furious and raged man but beneath all that is actually a boy who is tsundere for you. You may find yourself being careful around him but the longer you linger, the more you catch on to his tsundere charms and then, you are stuck forever. He is actually also very smart, despite his love for profane words. He also won UA’s hero tournament and has been holding the title for  2 years. Also self-proclaimed leader of the host club.

2. Todoroki Shouto (Hot & Cold Type) - Todoroki Shouto is unpredictable if anything. Sometimes, he has the warmest of smiles that get you all jittery and on other days, he has the coldest of stares that will leave you shaking. His capricious nature gets people more interested in him. The reason why Todoroki acts as such is said to be one of the 7 mysteries of Yuuei among others. He is also the son of the top  Hero, Endeavor, although he does not like to talk about it. Never talk to him about Endeavor unless you want to see his cold stares but if you want to see them, then be my guest. But mind you, there are repercussions.

3. Iida Tenya (Serious & Earnest Type) - Iida Tenya is a good choice for first timers at the host club. He is sensible and easy to converse with, although, he sometimes get out of hand with his speeches talking. A true gentleman, this one. He won’t ever push you or make you feel uncomfortable. Sometimes though, the more cunning and devious girls end up teasing him with matters of the heart until he gets beet red and inexplicably flustered. But that is, in its own right, a sight to behold. Most people visit him for that awkward blush.

4. Kirishima Eijirou (Upbeat & Friendly Type) - Kirishima Eijirou is also one that is well recommended for starters. He knows your cues and knows how to read people unlike Iida. Plus, he’s a natural mood maker so if you want light conversation and a good time, he’s the one. He’s also a good listener so if you are having troubles, he’ll gladly lend you an ear and try to give you advice. Has an obsession with ‘manly’ things and there is 101% chance that if you show him something manly, he will become a helpless puppy.

5. Shouji Mezou (Gentle & Kind Type) - Do not let Shouji Mezou’s rough and intimidating exterior fool you. He is actually the kindest of souls. Even as they call him Tentacles because of his quirk, he actually the most gentle of group. Mezou is also a good listener but unlike Kirishima, he rarely gives out advice, if he actually ever does. So if it is him, then you can go pour your heart out.

6. Kaminari Denki (Flirty & Dorky Type) - Kaminari Denki is a natural flirt. He knows your daily pick up lines and the like. You could say he knows how to make you feel the sparks between the two of you. But if you don’t laugh at his jokes or react the way he expects you too, he panics real bad. Most of his visitors actually go just want to go see him flail and be confused because it is actually what makes him cute. Sadly, he does not know about this. His fans will protect that secret to their graves.

7. Midoriya Izuku (Pure & Perfect Type) - Izuku is an idea son man. He is humble and understanding. He can converse with you with pretty much any topic but talk to him about heroes and his eyes glisten like the waters of the sea and his smile, oh god, his smile will dispel all the impurities in your heart. He is a cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure. He also will try to help you with 200% of things. Just don’t take advantage of his kindness because that might earn you the wrath of the other guys in the host club *cough* Bakugou *cough* Todoroki *cough*.

scenes and stuff:

But imagine Deku buying ‘commoner coffee’ and Bakugou being angry like “wtf is this shit deku?! i swear” but Deku is saved by Kirishima who fools Bakugou into drinking it as a form of ‘challenge’.

But also imagine Kacchan being hella confused because Deku is cute, CUTE. And Kacchan protecting Deku from one of his less saner fangirls and Deku thanking kacchan but Kacchan refusing the thank you because it is his responsibility, yada yada. But is secretly happy about it.

Kirishima watching in the distance and feeling both happy and sad because Bakugou is rarely ever truly happy but Bakugou is happy because of someone else. Kirishima who has been keeping his feelings with Bakugou at bay until Deku came. Just jealous Kirishima.

And also Deku having to wake up Todoroki, who is terrifying when woken by someone else, because he fell asleep at the host club room. And oh god, Todoroki pulls Deku’s hand when Deku called on him causing Deku to go fall in Todoroki’s chest.

Iida and Izuku reviewing together in the library and accidentally touching each other’s hand while trying to get something because both were too engrossed in studying that they didn’t have time to look.

Club treasurer Tsuyu and secretary Uraraka because someone or in this case some two need to watch the guys in the host club and make sure Izuku is safe and kept pure.

Also, Uraraka making all the guys float when girls begin hording at them in hallways. And Tsuyu retrieving them all with her trusty frog tongue.

Also, Uraraka and Tsuyu always being together and helping each other out that they actually fall in love with each other but the other party thinks they are in love with Izuku so Uraraka and Tsuyu try to set each other up with Izuku when they should just be admitting their love for each other.

Night Moves

Written for Baby’s Big 50 Birthday Challenge, hosted by @butiaintgonnaloveem​​. My prompt was “Night Moves” by Bob Seger. Happy Birthday, Baby!

Summary: Dean and Sam go see an old friend while recovering from a rough hunt. She helps them admit what they really want.

Pairings: Sam x Dean, Sam x Dean x OFC (Katherine)

Warnings: Smut, feels, Wincest

Word Count: 4150

A/N: I loved writing this one. Hope y’all love it too! Feedback appreciated. XOXO

Dean slides the cassette into the deck, grinning when the music starts. He’s got the itch under his skin and he needs to drive, needs to breathe fresh air and see some new trees.

“You ready, Baby?” he whispers, and he swears she purrs back a yes.

Sam comes out of the motel room, looking sleepy and relaxed, blinking into the early morning sunlight. “What are we doing up this early?”

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CRUSH

Originally posted by kihyunswife

(Authors note: Fluff and smut. Little warning that this is a billion words long so get yourself a cup of tea. The story was originally going to have sex in it but as you read it, you’ll understand why I thought Jooheon wouldn’t do it irl. This does however contain Body Worship, Dry humping and Face sitting. Stop me writing about this boy smh) 

Your house only really felt like a home when you were hosting a slumber party with the crazy boys of monsta X. It wasn’t the first time you’d all been sprawled out on your living room sofa and carpet, snacking on crisps, marshmallows and ice cream while you asked each other insane questions like: 

“Do you think cows know we drink their milk? What would happen if a cow drank it’s own milk? Do you think insects have feelings?” 

Though, that night was different. As you swallowed a sweet, fluffy marshmallow, you felt eyes on you, his eyes on you. Surely enough, your eyes met Jooheon’s intense gaze and like you’d been holding it in for hours, you let out a deep sigh. Recently, Jooheon had been making you feel funny inside. When you were around him, you could barely breathe, your palms got all sticky with sweat, you suddenly cared about what you looked like around him. Yes, you had a school girl crush on the amazing, talented rapper that was Jooheon. 

‘Hey’ 

You mouthed to him, trying your best to fight your blush. Jooheon smiled, his lips curling up and bringing out his adorable dimples that you were craving to kiss so much. 

‘Hey’ 

He mouthed back before looking down shyly, his mouth still curved with the thought of you. Unbeknown to you, a couple of the guys had noticed this interaction along with seeing the way you were beginning to act differently around him. Minhyuk tapped Wonho on the shoulder and whispered that Jooheon hadn’t stopped staring at you the whole night. Wonho grinned, seeing the way you and Jooheon kept looking at each other to see if the other person was looking too. 

“Hey (Y/N).” 

Wonho said to get your attention as he was sat on the couch, cuddled up with Minhyuk almost like they were a couple with his muscular arm behind Minhyuk’s neck. He had a troublesome smirk on his model face and a glint in his dark eyes; you knew he was up to something. 

“Mmm?”

You replied, raising your eyebrow in curiosity. Minhyuk couldn’t seem to keep a straight face either.

“Would you ever get with Jooheonie?” 

He asked, looking over at Jooheon like he was doing his fellow member a favour. Your eyes darted to Jooheon who instantly looked uncomfortable, scrunching his knees up to his chest defensively. Looking at Jooheon with panic in your eyes, you were stuck for words. What was you supposed to say? Your relationship with Jooheon at that moment was complicated and difficult to explain. He acted like he was in to you and you could be sure he knew that you liked him but it was a very early stage of this crush. Jooheon could barely look at you as you tried to find the right words to say. Your mouth hung open like a fish, racking your brain for an acceptable answer but Changkyun chose to speak. 

“Looks like you hit a nerve there Hoseok.” 

You stuttered, your heart pounding and your pulse racing so fast that your stomach began to twist. 

“I..uhhhh… we’re friends. I mean, Jooheonie means a lot to me.” 

You bit your lip, praying that you didn’t hurt his feelings. When Jooheon excused himself from the room, you knew you made a huge mistake.

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Fire Bender (Fire Power!Reader Drabble)

Originally posted by glowtokyo

Summary:  You joined the Avengers at the tower as Tony’s assistant. Unbeknownst to the team, you’ve been hiding your powers- you can control fire, even spit it form your very fingertips. What will come of you once your best friend Bucky finds out this crucial information?

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: None??

A/N: this was written in First POV.Also, it’s been sitting in my drafts since September, so it’s it’s crappy, #SorryNotSorry.


“Y/N, can you c’mere a minute?” Tony’s voice echoed into my office room. Locating my cell phone and standing up, I placed it into my back pocket and walked over to his aid. I couldn’t help the soft giggle that fell from my lips as he looked up from his place on the ground, covered in burnt ash and dirt.

“Yes, Tony?” I offered a hand to him. He rejected my help, playfully swatting my hand away as he sat up, pointing mindlessly over to the metal cart across the room.

“Hand me a towel, will you? I can’t get this damned prototype to operate correctly.”

“Have you asked Bruce for help?” I quirked an eyebrow.

He rolled his eyes, though I knew he was joking. “Of course I’d asked that green apple for help! He said he’s unavailable.”

I chuckled. “What do you need help with old man?”

“Nothing. J-Just give me that towel?” He grunted as he struggled to stand for a moment. I walked over to the shelf he indicated and brought over a blue towel. He wiped his hands for a moment before throwing the towel on the ground and looking at me. “You’re done for the night, sweetheart. Thanks for the help today. You did good.”

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Spider-Man WHAT?! (Tom Holland!Peter Parker x reader)(slight smut)

Hey guys!!! I hope you guys enjoy this one, it’s an idea I’ve had for a while now. This is kind of a strange prompt, but hopefully you guys like it and support my weirdness (because let’s be real, I’m always getting weird). This is another slight smut (I think these are becoming my favorites to write 😂). The song mentioned in this is ‘Spider-Man D-ck’ by Cupcakke. She has another song called ‘Deepthroat’ that’s pretty funky too. These songs are things me and my friends laugh about. I laugh every time I hear either of these songs. Seriously 😂. Anyway, don’t forget to leave requests and things in my inbox! I would love it if you did. I love you guys!!! Hollanders for the win <3 (P.S. I’m about to fly alone for the first time so wish me luck especially because I have almost two hours before I board :( (Curse my need to be early).
- Xoxo K

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Warnings: Peter and reader get into kinda smutty territory, but nothing too intense. Actually scratch that, after reading it again I’d say it’s kinda intense. It’s kinda like the “gives you special feels” fan fiction if you know what I’m talking about… Basically smut on training wheels if that makes any sense 😂 (Just like Peter and the training wheels protocol) Also, some swearing.

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It was just like any other day. Peter came over to the tower to hang out with you and the other Avengers. Only, you were off doing your own thing at the moment. You were up on your floor of the tower listening to music and texting your friends from school. You and your friend, Laura always liked to find really weird songs and send them to each other (I do this with my friends. If you know any, send me some, I’ll love you forever) and that’s exactly what you two were doing now. During this exchange strange but hilarious songs, you found one in particular that caught your eye while you were scrolling. You just couldn’t help but listen to it. The song was so sexual and so hilarious, you just couldn’t help it. You paused your music and picked up your phone, taking off towards the elevator while laughing your ass off. When you reached the floor of the common room, everyone was either talking with each other or watching whatever was on the TV. As soon as the doors opened, everyone stopped to look at you. I mean, you were basically gasping for air and tears were streaming down your face. “I-” you started, still laughing. “I-I Just found the FUNNIEST song on this planet.” You said finally, still laughing. You moved over to the counter top in the kitchen area and took a seat on one of the high stools, setting your phone down on the cold marble surface. Everyone looked at you funny, but moved quickly over to where you were. Peter sat next to you at the counter, and rested his chin on your shoulder when you pressed play. Everyone’s faces quickly showed confusion as the song started. You skipped over the intro and right to the beginning of the lyrics. “the dick connected to my walls like it’s Spider-Man” Peter immediately lifted his chin up off of your shoulder, and a blush rose to his cheeks as the lyrics continued. “My saliva don’t dry up even by a fan” Peter was completely shocked by now, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. “You got me caught up in yo web, you my Spider-Man” You were laughing your ass off even more by now. Tony, Sam, and Clint soon joined you in your fit of laughter. Natasha looked slightly entertained and slightly concerned, as did Wanda. Vision and Thor just looked flat out confused, while Steve shook his head trying to suppress a small smile. You pressed pause on the song and turned to wrap your arms around Peter in a sloppy hug. Resting your head on his shoulder, you sighed happily. Tony fought through his laughter to speak. “D-don’t…” Tony started, still trying to fight through his laughter. “Don’t sweat it too much, Parker.” Tony said. Peter looked up at Tony, expecting some kind of reassurance from the embarrassment. “Yeah, Pete.” You said in response to Tony. “Just some girl who made a song.” Tony looked towards you. “Hey Y/N, maybe you should write your own song about Spider-Man’s dick” Tony said, laughing. “I mean, after all, you’re the only one besides him who knows what it can do…” Tony said gesturing to Peter. You unwrapped an arm from Peter’s torso and hit Tony on the shoulder. Peter’s eyes widened and his cheeks tinted an even deeper shade than before (if that was even possible). You brought your arm back to Peter’s body. You run your hand down his muscular chest, stopping to circle your index finger over his abs. You felt Peter tense slightly as you leaned your head on his shoulder once more, finger still circling his muscular midsection. Clint, Natasha, and Steve left to go train by now and Thor and Vision had already left to go do their own thing. It was just you and Peter now… and Tony and Sam, but they were engaged in their own conversation so you two assumed they wouldn’t hear you if you whispered. “What are you doing?” Peter whispered to you. You looked up at Peter with innocent eyes. “What ever do you mean, darling?” You whisper back. Peter looks at you with stern eyes before looking straight ahead, trying to ignore your fingers working so close to his most sensitive area. You realize what he’s trying to do and move your hands lower until you feel his hand grab yours. Your head snaps up and your eyes lock with his. “All this talk about your manhood,” You say, looking down at his growing bulge. “Has got me all… hot and bothered.” You say seductively, biting Peter’s ear lightly. You feel him shudder pleasurably and you smirk. “You know what?” Peter starts. You pull away from his ear and give him a raised eyebrow in response. “I’m going to make everyone hear what this 'Spider-Man dick’ can do to a girl” Peter says through gritted teeth. “I’m going to give it to you so hard-” Peter cuts off as he sees Sam and Tony staring at you and him from across the counter. Tony looked almost traumatized. “WHAT THE FU-” THE END