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Uptown Girl [4]

Summary: Y/N comes from one of the richest families in New York. Peter crushes hard on her but knows they could never happen.

AN: everyone’s been so incredibly sweet and i can’t thank you enough for reading my work <3 there will be one last part after this one :) (this is in reader’s pov btw)

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Peter Parker x Reader

// Masterlist //


Originally posted by dayaholics

“Peter! Stop!” I whispered.

“Stop what, Y/N?” Peter asked innocently. I reached underneath the table and held his hand. 

“I’m serious. You’re gonna get us in trouble.” I gave him a warning look and just gave me a goofy smile in return. 

“Well, you should be quiet.” He pulled out his hand from mine. I shook my head and continued to do my homework. Everything was okay for a good 2 minutes, when Peter’s hand reached out and tickled my side. I let out a loud squeal which made everyone in the library look at me badly. “Sorry.” I whispered. Everyone turned back to what they were doing.

I turned to Peter who was quietly laughing into his hand. He didn’t even stop when I slapped his arm. 

“You’re such an ass!” I said in a low voice. 

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anonymous asked:

Could you write an imagine where Loki turns Y/N's Boyfriend, T'Challa into an actual Black Panther. Y/N doesn't know so when she sees the black panther staring at her and walking closer to her she freaks out and maybe runs away from it thinking that it will attack her. But then Avengers explain what happened.

Ms. Y/N, Sir has requested your presence in the lab

You glance up at the ceiling, a habit you picked up from Steve and Bucky, “Any reason why?”

I am not at liberty to disclose; however, it involves King T’Challa

“Shit. Tell them I’m on my way”

The door to the lab is open by the time you get down there, and you practically sprint inside.

“Tony, what’s wrong?” You glance around the lab, “Where’s T’Challa?”

Tony chuckles, scratching the back of his head, “That’s actually the problem …”

There’s a soft sound behind you. You whip around, coming face to face with the largest black panther you’ve ever seen. Letting out a high-pitched shriek you scramble backwards, slamming straight into Tony’s work bench. “WHY … WHAT … HOW … TONY!!”

Tony groans, “I told you to stay hidden until I told her what happened! Now look what you did!”

The big cat hisses at Tony, but when it, he, turns back to you he lets out a soft, sad sound. “Tony, you have 10 seconds to explain why there is a panther in your lab, why you called me down, and where the hell my boyfriend is, before I completely lose my shit”

“Y/N, I really do have an explanation, I promise. The panther is … T’Challa”

Your eyes zero in on the panther, who lets out a soft chuffing sound, before walking closer. Slowly you slide off the table, and T’Challa hesitantly approaches you, “Babe? Is that you in there?”

Suddenly you have a lap full of purring cat, rubbing his face against yours. You look up at Tony, eyes wide. “Loki did it. We were out, responding to a call when Loki showed up. He seemed to take a particular interest in T’Challa, and decided to turn him into his namesake.”

You gently rub behind T’Challa’s ears, “How long will the spell last?”

“We don’t know for sure, but Thor said that Loki’s transfiguration spells usually last about a week”

“You’re gonna be a panther for a week” T’Challa snorts and lays his head in your lap, “Has anyone called Shuri? She needs to know about this”

“I was hoping you’d call her?”

T’Challa lets out a huff, nuzzling into your neck, “Fine. I’ll call Shuri, it’ll have to be a video-chat, or she probably won’t believe me”

JARVIS pulls up a holographic screen, already calling Shuri. She answers at the second ring, “Y/N. It is a pleasure to hear from you. I had intended to call you tonight, I have not heard from my brother in 24 hours. Do you know where he is?”

You chuckle, “That’s actually what I was calling you about. T’Challa was … turned into a panther, and will probably be this way for about a week” you rush. T’Challa sits beside you, in full view of Shuri.

“Brother?” He lets out a soft chuffing sound, “What happened to you?”

“Loki hit him with a spell at their last battle, tuning into his animal name sake.”

Shuri puts her head in her hands, “Damnit, brother, only you would get yourself turned into a panther”

“Thor said that the spell should wear off on a week, but until then he won’t be able to make any decisions regarding Wakanda.”

“Of course. You will keep me updated on any progress with the spell?”

You nod, “Definitely, we’ll call let you know if anything changes”

Shuri gives you a small smile, “Thank you, Y/N. However, I must go now, I need to inform the council what happened to their king”

T’Challa hums, low in his throat, “Goodbye, Shuri”

Having your boyfriend turned into a large, protective cat has its ups and downs. For one thing, you get all the cuddles you could possibly want, on the downside, he refuses to let anyone else near you.

“Y/N! Come spar with me”

You groan, burying your face deeper into T’Challa’s fur, “Do I have to?”

“Yes, you’ve skipped out on training because of T’Challa’s … problem. I can’t have you getting rusty”

“Fine”

Gently nudging T’Challa off of you, you and Steve head down to the gym. “I’m thinking we can spar, and then go for a run”

“Alright”

You and Steve quickly stretch and take your positions on the sparing match, T’Challa resting on the side.

“Ready?”

Steve lunges forward, trying to use his size to overwhelm you. Fortunately, you had training with the Dora Milaje, and knew how to take down a man over three times your size. The sparing goes on for a while, everything is fine, until Steve actually lands a hit.

“Shit!” The punch lands right in your ribs, and suddenly Steve isn’t anywhere near you.

Steve’s pinned under T’Challa’s bulk, his teeth bared and poised over Steve’s throat, “T’Challa! No!”

You lunge forward, grabbing onto your boyfriend’s scruff before he rips the Captain’s throat out. Thankfully, T’Challa does get off of Steve, but he makes sure to keep you behind him. Steve sits up cautiously, “He’s heavier than he looks”

“Yeah he is. I, um, I think it would be best if we called it a day, Captain” T’Challa lets out another rumble, and uses his head to nudge you toward the elevator, “Alright! Alright! I’m going, babe. Calm down. I get it, no sparring when you’re not human.”

Eventually, the two of you end up in your apartment, T’Challa laying gently on top of you, making it so you can’t move.

“Did it bother you that I was sparring, or that I was hit?”

He gently nudges your side, where you can feel a burse already forming.

“I’m sorry I worried you” T’Challa huffs, nuzzling against you. “Let’s take a nap, kitty cat. I’m tired”

T’Challa settles on you more firmly, making sure that you are warm and comfortable. You can’t help but feel safe whenever your boyfriend is around, no matter which form he’s in.

You wake up decidedly more comfortable than when you fell asleep.  Curling up on your side, you sniggle deeper into your blanket.

Shooting up, you look around your bedroom frantically, because you distinctly remember falling asleep on the couch with T’Challa. “T’Challa? Babe?”

The bathroom door opens and out steps your, now very human, boyfriend, “Hello, darling”

Eyes wide, you scramble out of bed and fling yourself into T’Challa’s arms. “I missed you”

His arms wrap tightly around you, “I was always with you”

You sniffle, tears blurring your vision, “I know you were, but you couldn’t hold me when you were a panther.”

“Do not cry, beloved, I am here now. Come, lay with me, I have missed having you in my arms”

“We need to call, Shuri”

T’Challa chuckles, “I will call my sister later. For now, all I want to do is lay in bed with you”

“Of course, I’d never say no to you”

You can T’Challa end up lying in bed for the rest of the afternoon. Curled up together, and comfortable, finally happy to be back in each other’s arms.

The Fourth Musketeer (Part 4)

Originally posted by veronicsalodge

Part one here    Part two here    Part three here

Requests: Dangit i cried so hard after reading part 3 of 4musketeers, you gotta write another part i dont think my heart can take an ending this harsh bc archie loves her so much and it breaks my heart pleaseeee

There’s gonna be a part 4 right? Oh god please don’t leave it like that 😭

Please do part 4

Do a part 4 please

In a day that started in me Bing reading Jughead images, I found and read all 4 parts of musketeers. And now I need more!!!!

Oh my gawd😱 can you please do another part in 4 Musketeers?! My mood swings bro! My mood swings have been permanently damaged.. lmao

Part four of musketeers please I’m dyeing here 😭😭

Please do a part 4 of “Four Mouseketeers”😭😭😭

I need a 4th part for the 4th musketeer its not a want its a necessity maybe can you add me to the tag list for this series. x

Pairing: Archie x Reader

Description: Reconciliations between (Y/N) and Archie don’t mean happy endings.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,469

A/N: I’m so thankful for all of your positive feedback for this series, enjoy!


Archie spent as much time as he could at Pop’s, choosing to sit in a booth that faced the entrance. He would sit there for hours and stare at the door.  Everyone knew why he was doing that, but no one wanted to mention it.  He didn’t need them to tell him; he knew it was hopeless. (Y/N) was not going to return to Pop’s.

Veronica Lodge felt extremely guilty.  She realized that maybe she shouldn’t have told Archie to go to Pop’s, even though he needed to confront her about his feelings.  Archie may have been ready, but it seemed like (Y/N) wasn’t.  That’s how Veronica found herself headed to the diner on a Tuesday night, knowing who she would find sitting in the same booth.

“Archiekins,” she cooed, settling onto the seat across from him, “you gotta snap out of this.  It’s my fault, I know, but you can’t let this destroy you.”

“Why not, Ronnie?” he questioned, and she saw his tear-clouded eyes.  “This is what I have to do to make up for being a horrible friend to (Y/N).  I don’t deserve to be her best friend, so why should I have expected her to want to be more?”

“You didn’t even know she was back,” Veronica comforted him.  “If I hadn’t told you to go to Pop’s, this wouldn’t have happened.”

“It’s good that this happened,” Archie waved her off.  “I needed to know she was back, I needed to tell her.  I just don’t deserve her.”

“That’s not true,” she argued.  He shook his head and turned his focus towards the door.  No one came in.  “I’ll fix this, Archie.  I got you into this mess, and I’ll get you out of this mess.”


(Y/N) was aware of the consequences of her actions.  She knew, as soon as she walked out of the diner, how Archie would respond.  They had been best friends for the first thirteen years of their lives, so she could predict how he would react to this heartbreak. However, she rethought her predictions when a raven-haired girl turned up on her doorstep.

“(Y/N), hi, I’m Veronica Lodge,” the girl introduced herself, sticking her hand out for (Y/N) to shake.  She hesitantly shook it.

“You were at the diner with Jughead and Betty,” (Y/N) recalled, and Veronica nodded.  (Y/N) stepped out onto her porch, closing the door behind her.  “What do you want?”

“Listen, I know what happened between you and Archie,” Veronica explained.

“Do you?” (Y/N) scoffed. “I think you don’t even know the half of it.”

“I know you two grew up together,” Veronica told her.  “I know you two fell in love, and I know that Archie never called you.”

“There’s a lot more to the story,” (Y/N) muttered.  Veronica crossed her arms and sighed.

“I talked to Jughead, Betty, Kevin, even Mr. Andrews.  I know how people other than Archie felt about you.  Archie’s dad told me about your parents and how you always stayed at the Andrews household when they would fight.  Jughead told me about how Archie wanted to ask you to the high school dance before you moved, and he told me about how you two were the most fascinating people in Riverdale.  He, Betty, and Kevin told me about how in love the two of you were.  And from what I’ve seen and heard, it seems like you guys are still very much in love.”  (Y/N) shifted uncomfortably.

“You have no right,” her voice cracked slightly, and Veronica watched as she tilted her head towards the sky, attempting to not cry.  “You can’t just…”

“I’m sorry, I’m just trying to help,” Veronica retracted.  “I’m the one who sent Archie to Pop’s.  He had told me earlier that day that he was still in love with you, and I thought you needed to know.  I thought it would be good for him to get it off his chest.”

“Well now look where we are,” (Y/N) smiled sarcastically.  “We’re on the verge of losing each other because we can’t communicate.”

“Then talk to him,” Veronica urged.  (Y/N) crossed her arms and pursed her lips.  “Talk to Archie, please.  I know he wants to fix this, and I’m pretty sure you do, too.”  (Y/N) stayed quiet for a moment, and Veronica expected for her to send her away.  But (Y/N) uncrossed her arms, still frowning, and sighed.

“Tell Archie to come over here tomorrow,” she instructed Veronica.  Veronica nodded.  “Tell him we need to talk.”


“You wanted to talk, (Y/N)?” Archie asked, tentatively standing on her lawn.  He gazed up at her as she stood at her doorstep; he didn’t want to come any closer until she signaled that it was okay.  (Y/N) grimly nodded and opened her door wider.  Archie walked into her house and glanced around, trying to picture how it looked before she moved.  It was much emptier now.

“It’s pretty empty, I know,” (Y/N) voiced Archie’s thoughts.  His head turned to face her, and he sent a small smile at her. “There’s not much to unpack.”

“It’s different,” Archie agreed.  (Y/N) awkwardly nodded as she hugged her arms to her chest.  “So you told Veronica to tell me that you wanted to talk?”

“Yeah,” she replied. “She showed up at my house yesterday and babbled about how we need to fix this.”

“We do,” Archie pointed out.

“I know,” (Y/N) sighed. Archie furrowed his eyebrows.

“You don’t want to?” he asked, frowning.  (Y/N) furiously shook her head.

“No, I do,” she immediately responded.  “I really want to fix this.  I just… I don’t know how.  I was gonna give it more time.”

“Do you want more time?” Archie questioned.  “If you’re not ready-”

“You’re here,” (Y/N) cut him off.  “You’re here, so we should do this now.”

“What do you want to do?”

“I-” (Y/N) faltered, unable to express what she wanted to say.  She grabbed Archie’s face and brought it towards hers, connecting their lips. He quickly responded by wrapping his arms around her waist and deepening the kiss.  They pulled away, and (Y/N) placed her forehead against Archie’s.  He was grinning madly, but she only wore a small smile.

“You wanted more time to do that?” Archie softly laughed.  (Y/N) untangled herself from Archie’s arms and hugged herself again. “(Y/N)?”

“I didn’t want to…” she trailed off, swallowing her next words.  Archie took a step towards her and grabbed her hand.

“Didn’t want to what?” he asked.  “You didn’t want to kiss me?”

“I did,” (Y/N) assured him, placing the hand he wasn’t holding on his cheek.  “I really did, Arch, but I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“This isn’t hurting me,” he consoled her.  “Sure, after the diner incident I was upset, and I’m sure you were too, but we’re okay now.”

“No we’re not,” (Y/N) began to cry, so Archie wrapped his arms around her.  Her head was nestled into his chest.  

“What do you mean?”

“I’m not-” her voice was muffled by Archie’s shirt. “I’m not staying in Riverdale.”

“What?” Archie grabbed (Y/N) by the shoulders and held her so that he could look directly into her eyes.

“I might have to go back to New York,” she elaborated.  

“Why?”

“You still don’t know why I’m back,” (Y/N) sadly laughed.  When she saw the puzzled look on Archie’s face, she continued.  “My parents finally got divorced.  My mom wanted to move back here, so I decided to go with her.  But my dad still wants custody over me, so-”

“So you might have to go back,” Archie finished, sighing.  (Y/N) nodded.

“It’s not definite yet, but… they’re going to court next week.  And the chances aren’t in my mom’s favor, seeing as my dad’s a pretty good lawyer.”

“But what about you?” Archie pressed, and (Y/N) stared at him, confused by what he meant.

“What about me?”

“What do you want, (Y/N)?” he asked, drawing her slightly closer to him.  “Who do you want to be with?”

“I want to be with you, Archie,” she replied, stroking a hand across his cheek.  He closed his eyes as he relished in her gentle touch.

“So can’t you say that in court?” Archie questioned.  “Can’t you tell them that you want to stay with your mom here in Riverdale?  Isn’t that what this is all about?”

“It’s not that simple, Arch,” she sighed.  “Sure, I can give my preference and it might weigh the court towards my mom, but there’s more factors than that.”

“You’re going to stay here, (Y/N),” Archie assured her as he enveloped her in a hug.  “We will make sure you stay in Riverdale.”

“God I hope so, Arch,” (Y/N) sighed into his chest.  “I don’t want to leave you anymore.”

“You won’t ever leave me, (Y/N).  I will never let you go again.”

Part five here

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Wanna Bet? II (M)

Rich Fuckboy!Jimin x Tutor!Reader

PART I | PART III

Warnings: SMUT…

Word Count: 2,240

Summary: After you teased Jimin, he’s looking for revenge…

A/N: This is my fic, just re-posting on my sideblog!


As soon as you stepped foot into your apartment you went to the bathroom and took a long, cold shower. While trying to calm down you were thinking why did that affect me so much? you hate that asshole. You thought about how Jimin looked at you when you walked out in the maid outfit, how you could hear his groans from across the room when you bent over, which made you wet all over again. You exited the shower and went straight to your room, not bothering to put your pyjamas on. You got on your bed and opened your bedside drawer, looking for your favourite toy. You grabbed your phone next, setting it on silent so you couldn’t be interrupted, and put it beside you.

You lay back on your bed and started to think about Jimin. The way he pushes his hair back with his hand, the way he licks his lips when he stares at you, the way his abs trail down to that v-line… You were soon a moaning mess. Your earlier thoughts about hating the asshole long gone, and you accepted your want for him.

You didn’t see your phone light up, not when your eyes were closed, head thrown back in pleasure as you neared your high. You also didn’t see your phone shift on the bed from your movements, landing near your ass. Too caught up in your release, you didn’t notice when you accidentally answered the call, allowing the person on the other end to hear you build up to your peak.

“Y/n? Hello? Can you hear me?”, the voice said, but you were too into your pleasure to notice, “Y/n, you forgot your-”

“Jimin!” you moaned out, your release at your fingertips as you played with yourself, moans increasing in volume the closer you were. The person on the other line was now silent, listening intently to you working yourself to orgasm. As you reached your climax, you repeated Jimin’s name like a prayer, thinking about his hands bringing you to your high instead of your own.

As you came down from your high, the person on the line hung up. You sat up, grabbing your phone to come up with some excuse as to why you can’t tutor Jimin tomorrow. You saw you had a received call from him. Curious, you went to call him back and you saw that the call lasted for five minutes. Looking at the time of the call, it was only a short while ago, which could only mean…

“Shit.”

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I’ve lost him once, I can’t lose him twice (Newt x Reader)

Pairing: Newt Scamander/Reader

Words: 3063

Warnings: Kinda angsty I guess

A/N: First imagine, I hope you to enjoy it  English isn’t my mother language so sorry if there are grammatical mistakes

Request: Nope, this is because I’m trash

PD: God, I got a lot of trouble and I had to erased the original account where I post this and made other, so stressful, but here it is again! (Sorry for the ones who read and comment the original, love you peaches )

It was like you were the world’s favorite joke.

Like, how many chances are to fall head over heels for your best friend, twice?

Maybe one in a million, and you had to be the one, funny isn’t it? Yes, it isn’t.

Or maybe you didn’t fall in love twice, maybe you just never stopped loving him. Newt Scamander was the cute loving Hufflepuff;  with floppy cinnamon hair, beautiful hazel eyes and a sky of freckles that played along with his breathtaking shy smile; you got the luck to met in your first year at Hogwarts, and you became best friends really quickly, it was almost like a click. You two lived uncountable adventures like escape to the forbidden forest or hide a Niffler in his dorm.

He was your happiness, and you was his. An unbreakable friendship, or at least that was what you thought until third year. It was suppose to be wonderful, finally you’ll be able to receive Care of Magical Creatures, just you and Newt and a whole world of your beloved creatures.

That was the idea, but then, Leta Lestrange came into your life like a tornado, unexpected and destructive. At first you didn’t want to make it a big deal,  trying to be a good friend and not to “monopolize” Newt, besides, by that time you were a little reluctant about your more than friendly feelings towards Newt, so you wanted to take it easy. The problem began when it wasn’t so easy to ignore how your escapes to the forbidden forest became hers, or when your dozens of hours of talking with Newt about whatever, became dozens of hours talking about Leta.

And it hurt, it was like feeling a Crucio curse over and over again, and after almost two years in the same situation, you couldn’t take it any more, and you two started to distance, and he became more and more attached to Leta, while you were suffering because of the realization that you had fell in love with your best friend, and you just lost him.

It was the beginning of the sixth year when Newt and you talked again, all the cabins at the Hogwarts’ Express were full, except for one, one you got to share with Newt, apparently Leta decided to spend the Christmas break at Hogwarts. At the begging there was a uncomfortable silence and a lot of stolen glances, then you started a really weird conversation,  but it ended in laughs, like the beautiful old times… But you had to screw it.

Maybe you weren’t in all your senses when you brought up the subject of you two, and then Leta, you just couldn’t stop talking, it was almost a confession about your feelings, telling him how much you had miss him, and how Leta seems unfair with him sometimes, that she was just breaking your friendship, but you felt relieved because you were you, and Newt was Newt, and he would never get angry at you, right?

Wrong.

He didn’t yell at you, but you could felt his distressed icy voice stabbing your heart.

“For Merlin’s Beard Y/N, you can’t just dump me whenever you want and then return telling me that my, actually true fiend, is taking advantage of me. Can you please, I’m begging you, let me be happy, can you?”

A silent tear fell from his cheek while he abandoned the cabin in a race, you really didn’t notice the tears rolling down your face without any control until the Express’s whilst wake you up, until it was too late to run after Newt.

~

It was the last time you talked to him, you even didn’t see each other, it was officially over, he didn’t care about you, and you didn’t have to either, but you couldn’t help but care, far, far away you kept an eye on him, to make sure he was fine, sometimes you would find him sleep in the library and put a blanket over him, or a hot coco in his desk, although, he always thought it was Leta.

And you’re fine with that,  looking after him in silence. But you must break that silencie when you found out he was being expelled. So you run.

You run as fast as you could. Even when the salty water blur your eyes, you kept running, trying to catch the train whose whistle started to announce its departure.

“Newt! Newt”

His head pop out of a window, his teary eyes widen at your picture, running out of breath after him.

“I never dump you! I never stopped caring! I will always care!”

A small smile appeared in his sad face, his soft eyes were seeing directly to yours “I will owl you!” He said before disappearing from your vision.

“I love you…”

~

And you didn’t see Newt for years, sometimes you owl each other, but it wasn’t constant, you just know he had became a Magizoologist, and you’re so happy for him, actually you worked in the same department as him in the Ministry of Magic, but you entered by the time he was already in some sort of trip, so you never saw each other.

Until you got a new work, apparently someone in your division who was writing a book of magical creatures, make some “minor” disturbances in New York during his trip, your assignment was to assist and monitor him.

Big was your surprise when you found out that your new coworker was no one but Newton Artemis Fido Scamander, your best friend, your first love, the one you have “recovered from”.

“Newton” you said with a high pitch of surprise.

“Y/N” he smiled with gleaming eyes “You can call me Newt, you know?” A playful shy smile was painted in his freckled face.

And from that moment there was that “click” again, but this time, you will do it the right way, you wouldn’t fall for him, so you wouldn’t lost him.

Except that you didn’t do it the right way.

You actually fall for him, again.

But how could someone not fall for the caring, loving, handsome, shy, fantastic, quirky and absolutely adorable Magizoologist?

And that’s why you couldn’t blame Tina for falling for him too.

Apparently Newt has the same feelings for her. So the story was repeating. But you’re going to be strong, and do it the right way, you couldn’t get distant with Newt, again, you couldn’t lost him.

But nooo, you suck doing the right way in this too. You sight as you see the hot coco in your mug.

“Oh hun, please stop.” Said Queenie, the poor legilimens who has been all the week listening to your useless thoughts because you have been remembering your story with Newt all over again.

Maybe it was because you sure was losing Newt again!

“Maybe you should talk to him.”

“I don’t know Queenie… you know I have already lost him… And I don’t want to do it again…” The blonde and you had met in your Hogwarts years, but only by letters, you got involved in a funny event where you send an owl randomly and you met someone new from every part of the world, Queenie received yours, since then you had been owling each other.

You were surprised but mostly glad when Newt returned to New York with you to make a visit to the Goldstein sisters, and find out that this Queenie was actually the Queenie you knew, because it didn’t matter if you haven’t met her in person until that day, to you, Queenie Goldstein was your best friend.

“Oh dear, you’re my best friend too! How sweet!” You blush slightly and chuckle, the bubbly character of Queenie always cheer you up.

“Newt will be jealous if he finds out!”

Your face fades a little, sure he was going to, but just because of friendship.

“Oh hun! I’m sorry I didn’t meant to… You… Well, I insist you to talk with Newt.”

You look at her, maybe she was right… Queenie was right most part of the time. The legilimens laughed. “Well thank you!”

“Yeah… Maybe I should talk to Newt about this, even if he doesn’t see me the way I see him, also some time together could bright me up!”

“Yes! Now got into that case!”

Now you laugh, it was feeding time anyway.

“Thanks Queenie! You’re the best!” you said before going into the case, jumping a little.

“Oh, I know” Queenie smiled, suddenly her face went pale and her smile faded.

~

You were in Newt’s small shed, rolling up the sleeves of your working shirt, when someone open the door that separated the comfy room from a fantastic world full of the creatures that you utterly love. The handsome magizoologist made his appearance being completely adorable.

“Hi!” you greeted smiling “It’s feeding time! Also, can I talk to you about something?”

“Um, sure” his lopsided smile appeared in his face. “But, erm, it’s just that I’ve already feed the animals, with Tina.”

With Tina.

“Oh…” by the corner of your eye you could see Tina behind Newt, holding hands with him.

“It’s okay right? It’s just, I needed to talk some stuff with her and… Merlin’s beard, a-are you mad?”

You were staring directly to the floor, trying to hide your face. “Oh… Oh no, Newt, i-it’s fine” you forced a smile to him “Honestly I’m like super glad, I was too tired today! Now that I don’t have anything to do, I will go up an rest. Bye!” You climb up quickly and run out of the building just to collide into Queenie, who was in the front door fixing her scarf.

“A-Are you going out?” You said cleaning your tears, it was useless to lied to her, she was a legilimens.

Queenie nod with a sympathetic smile. “I’m going to MACUSA for some papers, and then I’ll visit Jacob, do you wanna come?”

“I sure want to” you link your arm with hers and you to stared to walk, you really needed distraction.

~

The walk with the blonde really helped, you were amazed by the architecture of the MACUSA building, and Jacob’s pastries really helped lighten your mood, the owner of the bakery decided to walk you home.

So the five of you were currently having dinner in a, little, uncomfortable silence.

“You know? Y/N went with me to MACUSA!” Queenie exclaimed out of nowhere, you lift up your face with curiosity.

“Oh nice! Did you like it?” Tina smiled at you excited.

“Oh, yes, the architecture is very catching” you said shyly playing with a baby carrot in your plate.

“Well Y/N just looked  interested in architecture, but some Aurors looked more interested in Y/N” Queenie said with a playful demeanor.

Your ears went red.

“Queenie!” you scold ashamed.

“Oh! And then, at the bakery, a bunch of no-majs were thinking a little bit loud about Y/N too!”

Newt seemed to flinch, you looked at him with curiosity, why did he reacted that way…? Your mind managed to create a lot of theories and conspiracies.

Then you see it.

Tina’s arm had brushed Newt’s. That was why he flinched, because he was shy and cute, and skin contact with another human affected him in such a beautiful way…

“Yeah… I-It was funny” you smiled a little “Jacob’s delicious creations has already satisfied my appetite, so sorry” you excuse yourself and went to Newt’s and yours bedroom.

~

You went down into the case, just to stopped to see Leta’s picture, it still hurts that Newt has a photo of Leta but none of you…

A sigh scape from your mouth as you went to the Niffler’s cave, the little pest was so nice at you. The furry animal curled up at your chest when you carry him in a hug.

“Hey there buddy…” you said rubbing his belly, he made content sounds making you chuckle. “You know? I wish I could be a Niffler, to stole Newt’s shiny golden heart…”

You see the small creature as a tear rolled down to your sad smile.

“Why was Leta a better Niffler than me?” You sit against the Niffler’s habitat cooing him. “I mean, I understand that Tina is a better Niffler, she is so cool and badass and just… I dunno, although Leta was badass too… Maybe it’s because I’m clumsy sometimes? Or do I cry too much?” you looked up to the sky “I’m a terrible little pest… Maybe I should have stayed away from Newt, I would like to run away…”

The Niffler make a little squeak, afraid of losing you.

You chuckle hugging him more “But I have you… And all the creatures, the case… Everything… Newt…” you sight while your voice cracked “Newt… Why did I had to fall in love with him…?” you cried, stressed “At Hogwarts I thought It was just a crush, but all this time, I never move from him, what does that means? That I will love him forever?” You lift up the Niffler trying to figure out an answer.

“I certainly hope so…” a well-known voice said behind you.

You froze.

Slowly, but like, really slowly, you turn around to see Newt’s head pop out behind the Niffler’s tree.

“O-Oh my god… I didn’t, I-I wasn’t… I… I…” you covered your face trying to hide your shame, the Niffler run into his shiny cave, like giving you two some privacy.

“Y/N…”

You looked at him, making the effort to not break at his sight “I-Im so sorry, I-I didn’t meant to ruin our friendship, and I don’t want anything to change! I know you would never liked me back and that’s why I never told you! We can just pretend you didn’t heard anything!” you smiled, in an attempt to be strong.

“I’m tired of pretending, Y/N…”

Your heart broke a little, the fear running through your veins.

“S-So… Y-You want me to disap-”

Newt interrupted you abruptly.

“I’m tired of pretending I’m not in love with you, Y/N.”

Your eyes widened as you opened your mouth in surprise. “Y-You… You what?” Were you dreaming?

“I’m completely in love with my best friend, with you.”

“But you and Tina…” in your mind, this wasn’t making any sense.

Newt sigh walking in front of you, he helped you stand up holding you close to him.

“Yeah, that’s true, I was attracted to Tina, and also to Leta, but it’s not like what I feel for you, and I thought they could make my feelings go away… But they couldn’t, and I didn’t notice how much did it hurt you…” you could notice the glossy regret in his eyes as he caresses your cheek. “I… Queenie show me your letters to her… The ones were you told her how sad you were when Leta came, and how you cared about me in silence even though I always thought it was Leta, I also notice the marks of tears in the paper…” he sighed “Oh Y/N… I’m so sorry, I was so… So confused, and mad, because when I decided to tell you my feelings you started to get away, and I thought it was because you’re tired of me, and that you could never love me… But I didn’t realize I was the one that was pushing you back…”

You wanted to say something, but all this information gathering into your brain was to much to stated an understandable sentence, so you just stared directly at Newt’s eyes, at those beautiful green sea eyes that shines with a hint of ambar like a sun.

“And I didn’t notice either that it was happening again… I don’t love Tina… She is a really good friend, she was helping me to get over my feelings with you because I couldn’t take it anymore and I didn’t wanted to lose you…”

Newt looked directly in to your eyes, you move your hand softly and stroke his cheek, then in a delicate movement you pinched his cheek.

He flinched at the sudden attack. “What was that for?”

“I wanted to make sure I wasn’t dreaming…”

A little smile spread across your face as Newt’s thumb cleaned away your sad tears.

“Y/N I-”

You cut him off, brushing your lips against his in a subtle, sweet movement, like an invitation for a dance, which Newt gladly accepted when he placed his hands around your waist, pulling you as closer as he could and shutting down his eyes to concentrate in the feeling of your lips, as the beat of your hearts started to race, the rhythm of the dance became more passionated, you and Newt had a perfect synchrony, the perfect match.

As the dance finished and you two pull out to breath, it was everything understood. You and Newt smiled to each other in a silent agreement. He pull you into a hug, ready to live the love you two have deserved for so many years.

Neither of you were going to lose each other, never.

You and him, started dancing again.

The end.

Bonus:

“Why don’t you have a photo of me like Leta’s?”

“Newt?”

Newt sight as he searched for something in his peacock blue coat, the he suddenly take out a A6 sized album full of photos of you two and just you.

“Oh…” you blushed.

“Wait, I think I have other photos here” he searched again, making you chuckle.

“Oh! You really love me, don’t you Mr. Scamander?”

“Just a smidge” he said with a happy flattered smile.

~

Omg it’s my first fanfic ever xD I hope that it was okay and you had enjoyed it, pls tell me what I could do better! Thank you guys I really love this fandom! (Yeah, I’m kind of new in HP community, but so far it’s beautiful ) Be a limited edition in this world full of cheap copies! And remember, your existences matters.

Imagine being a maid and the prince, Dean Winchester, falling in love with you.

“Would you like anything else of me, your highness?” you asked, eyes casted to the ground.

You heard the prince let out a heavy sigh and footstep come closer to you “Yes, one little thing that means the world to me: call me Dean, please.”

“Your majesty, I- I-” you felt all words get caught in your throat when you felt him close to you. Two fingers were placedunder your chin as he slowly lifted your face to look at him.

“(Y/n)” he sighed sadly, giving you a pleading look with his eyes. Those green beautiful orbs that had your heart beating wildly inside your chest but you had to make sure not only that it didn’t show but also that you didn’t feel. Hard, yes, but you had to force it all down not just for the sake of your life – if the king found out anything was going on he could execute you any moment he wanted to – but also your sanity. The prince seemed to be taking up not just your living days but also nights and dreams. Sure you were his main maid, you took care of him in ways that other maids would only dream of – which didn’t make your case any easier, especially with these wild feelings you had for him – so you got to spend a lot of time with him but you knew these things you felt – this love you had for him was simply forbidden. And he wasn’t making things easier.

“Please, I’ve told you so many times to call me Dean. It just- it-” he let out a heavy breath “It kills me, having you so close to me, looking at me with those beautiful sparkly eyes and shy smile that makes my heart go crazy, yet so far away when you call me ‘prince’ or 'your highness’.” he clenched his jaw, shaking his head.

“But you are-” your voice was shaky and low, but you wouldn’t take your eyes off of him.

“I am.” he said more sternly, making your eyes widen for a second “I am your prince, yes I know it. You have reminded me of that a thousand times and even when I want to forget it I fucking can’t because of everybody else saying it. But I don’t care, I don’t care anymore. Why cannot I not have you if I am the so called prince? I can be granted every other wish I have, even if I want a land so far away they will fight to give it to me, but I can’t be granted the simplest yet most important wish of all? You?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, feeling tears well up in your eyes “It is forbidden. If your father finds out-”

“Who says he has to find out though?” he smirked softly and your eyebrows shot up.

“My prince, you cannot feel such a thng for me. I am- I am merely a maid.” you held your breath as you fidgeted with your hands.

“And that takes away from how much of a gorgeous woman you are?” he tilted his head to the side as he now cupped your cheek, rubbing a thumb over it “I don’t think so.”

“But you- you can’t be-”

“What, interested in you?” he smiled “Princess-” he said the word in such a way that made your heart skip a beat “I am far more than just interested. And if you want to know what I really think about my father’s rules then- just stay the night with me and I’ll show you.”

“But if someone walks in?” you felt yourself running out of air as his face inched closer and you were frozen in your place.

“Just like the rules: Screw them.” not what you’d expect from a prince but he was far more than just that anymore.

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Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Modern!AU for @bionic-buckyb ‘s 5K challenge.

Just two douchebags confessing their feelings to each other.

Based on the prompt: “It makes me smile that your voice was the first thing I heard today.”

Warnings: Fluff, for a change. Maybe a pinch of humor.

Words: 4482

A/N: Sooo today is my birthday and I just officially came back (partially, I still have to do some exams the following weeks) so I wanted to write some floof to celebrate. Enjoy!


Originally posted by metal-armed-jesus

“Are you in love with me yet?” Your serene voice broke the silence that wrapped around you, head resting on the back of your hand as you saw how your breathing dishevelled a few locks from Bucky’s face. Although he sighed exasperatedly, you could see how he lifted the corner of his lips discreetly. And, just like yours, his tone came out soothing, with such softness almost incompatible with that imposing, statuesque frame of his.

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No eyes for you. 04

Originally posted by kookies-for-taehyung

Jimin x reader

01 | 02 | 03 | Reading |

Gender: Male x Female
Genre: Highschool/college au
Warning: smut.
Word count: 1832  words

Summary: Having a crush on your best friend’s sister was already hard enough for Jimin especially when Jungkook made clear his sister was off limits. The idea of his older sister dating on of his friends made him feel sick. Lucky for him he didn’t have to worry about that since Y/N made clear that she didn’t have eyes for high schoolers no matter what.  
But things might change when he hears his named being moaned out in the shower.


“Y/N?” her mother called from behind the bedroom door before opening it.
“Your dad and I  are going out for dinner with Jimin’s parents, mind watching those two for me?” Y/N’s mouth fell open, this must’ve been a very freaky coincidence or Jimin had planned all of it.
Not wanting her mother to get suspicious of her Y/N quickly nodded “I knew I could count on you. If you guys get hungry I left some money on the kitchen counter so that you can order pizza or something.” The voice of Y/N’s father could be heard notifying his wife they should be leaving.

And just like that Y/N was wrapped around in her blanket hiding from the boy that was in the room next to her that might just end up in her bed tonight.
Huffing Y/N shook her head, there was no way that would happen Jimin was simply putting her on edge that was all. Nodding and laughing at herself Y/N decided to take out her books and focus on her studies “me and Jimin? how ridiculous.” Y/N mumbled to herself, though the thought of Jimin during sex couldn’t help but turn Y/N on. Shaking her head furiously Y/N tried to focus on her studies once more, but her hand had other plans and soon she could feel her cold fingers against her womanhood. Closing her eyes Y/N could see the picture of Jimin’s hand in her mind.

Y/N managed how his fingers would feel inside her, they already felt like lava against her skin could you imagine there? It would be like magma there. Y/N felt so bad and dirty to think about someone younger than her, having such lewd thoughts about someone that was still in high school but she couldn’t help it. Y/N always had eyes for the black haired boy, even before Jungkook became friends with him, but she never engaged any contact because she refused to be like the girls who loved to throw themselves at him.

Besides, Y/N was a senior, by the time she mustered up the courage to talk to Jimin she would already have graduated and her friends didn’t make things easier. They would always say what a shame it was that all cute boys and girls were juniors and freshmens and how they couldn’t start a relationship with them because it wouldn’t turn out right anyways. Someone being in college while their loved one was still in high school miles apart? That reeked of disaster.
It was due to her friends that Y/N came to the mindset of high schoolers being off limits and only date college boys, it was a much safer route. But damn, Jimin made it hard for her.

Jimin was basically the apple Adam and Eve weren’t suppose to eat, but it was too tempting not to take a bite out of it. The way he could look so soft and childlike and change to a pure sex god with a simple swipe of his tongue against those plush lips. Y/N took her bottom lip in between her teeth as she imagined all the wrongs that tongue could do to her. Muffled and forced down moans filled Y/N’s bedroom, she tried her hardest to keep quiet but it was impossible with her being almost over edge. It was all because of Jimin that she had become like this, a complete mess.

“J-Jimin…”  Slipped passed Y/N’s mouth.

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Yuzuru Hanyu’s Interview from Ice Jewels vol. 6

“I think the best thing about this season is that I was able to persevere until the end.”

Please do not use my translations without my permission. Scans can be found here.


Reflecting on this season

Q: Reflecting back on this season, what kind of season did you think it was?

Y: Let’s see… It was a season that started with injury, and I couldn’t do anything for two months. I competed many times, and World Team Trophy - the last competition of the season - didn’t go well, but I think I was able to complete the free skate in the end. Even after everything, I do feel that I did my best.

Q: Regarding the short program, are there any parts that you want to perfect?

Y: There are. This applies last year’s Ballade no. 1 as well, but when I’m not able to skate a clean program, the “image of perfection” just doesn’t appear in competitions even though I’m doing it in practice.

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Let It Be Known: Part 1

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing: Mob Boss Hux x Bakery Shop Owner!Reader

Summary: Next to the restaurant that well-known Mob Boss, Armitage Hux, frequents and owns, is your bakery shop. After a rather unfortunate occurence, Hux begins to frequent to your bakery more often.

A/N: FINALLY adding my contribution to the Mob Party. And yes. ANOTHER series. LEAVE ME ALONE. I NEEDED TO GET THIS OUT OF MY HEAD, OKAY?!


Originally posted by fairlyasthmatic

Hux inhaled the cigarette smoke then exhaled. The smoke clouding his vision then floating up into the air, “So, Thanisson, you’re telling me that this little Resistance gang held you and the rest of my men at gunpoint as they took my money to then climb to the top of the buildings and throw it into the air for measly civilians to get a hold of it?”

The young man gulped, “Yes, sir. There were too many of them. We were surrounded. We couldn’t fight them off.”

“Couldn’t? Or wouldn’t?” Thanisson gulped again, but gave no answer. Hux sighed and set his cigarette onto the ash tray on the table, “Thanisson, you’re a young boy. I see myself in you. You’re very determined to rise up in the ranks.” Hux stood up and buttoned his suit jacket and leaned over the table, “But you have no spine.” Mitaka came up behind Hux and slipped on his black greatcoat. He then handed him black leather gloves, which Hux slipped on. “However, because I see myself in you, I’ll give you another chance.” Thanisson exhaled a breath of relief, “But fail me again, I will not hesitate to have you killed. Understand?”

Thanisson nodded, “Y-Yes, sir.”

“Good.” Hux nodded and then left the restaurant leaving the young boy shaking in his knock-off Louis Vuitton shoes. 

Hux’s right hand and body guard, Kylo Ren, followed Hux out the door and towards the waiting car, “I think you’re going soft. You usually would kill right off the bat.”

Hux rolled his eyes as he buttoned his coat, “Don’t give me that, Ren. I’m sure you’ve noticed that the number of men I have is diminishing. I have to be careful or else this Resistance will overrule me.” Before Hux stepped into the black SUV, he caught a whiff of something sweet. It reminded him of the muffins his childhood nanny used to make him. His eyes glanced to the bakery next door. He felt a pull. Hux glanced at Kylo and said, “Wait, here. I’ll be back.” 

“A bakery? Really, Hux?”

“It’ll only be a moment.” Hux sneered. He made his way to the warm yellow building. A sign in cursive read: Made with Love Bakery. Hux opened the door and stepped in. He was greeted to warmth and the smell of sugar.

“I’ll be out in a second!” He heard a young woman’s voice come from, what he assumed, the kitchen. Seconds later, you came out wearing a sky blue apron holding a tray of fresh blueberry muffins wearing matching sky blue oven mittens. You set the tray on the counter and gave an exhausted sigh, “Sorry for the wait! I’m Y/N! How may I help you?”

Hux couldn’t help but softly smile. Your smile was contatious, “I couldn’t help, but catch a whiff of something that I believe are blueberry muffins.”

“Well, you have a mighty nose there, Mister Hux. Just took them out of the oven.”

Hux’s smile faltered, “You know who I am?”

You chuckled, “How could I not? You’re Armitage Hux, Mob Boss as well as owner of the First Order restaurant next door.”

“And you’re not scared of me?”

You shook your head, “You haven’t done anything to me that could make me scare of you…yet.” The last part you said with a chuckle, “But anyway, did you want some muffins? While they’re still fresh?” 

Hux nodded, “If you’d be so kind.”

You nodded. You picked up two muffins and set them in a small warm yellow box that matched the outside of your building. You also poured some fresh hot chocolate into a to go cup. You slid them over the desk, “Here you go, sir.”

“How much do I owe you?”

You shook your head, “Free of charge, sir.”

“No, I can’t. Surely I could-”

“I always give newcomers their order free. I also provided the hot chocolate since it looks pretty cold out. Figured you’d want to keep warm.”

“Thank you, Y/N. I appreciate it.” Hux opened the box and took a small piece from a muffin and popped it into his mouth. He hummed at the warmth and the familiar taste, “I feel like a child again.”

You laughed, “Oh really? And why is that?”

“My childhood nanny, that I was incredibly fond of,  would always make blueberry muffins. They were heavenly. Yours taste just like them.”

“Well thank you for your high praises, sir.”

“Please, no need for formalities. Just call me Hux.”

You nodded, “Thank you, Hux.”

Hux closed the box, “I’ll leave you to continue your work. Enjoy the rest of your day, Y/N.”

“You as well, Hux!”

Hux walked back to the waiting SUV with hot chocolate and muffins in hand. When he slipped into the car, Kylo gave him a questionable look. Hux glared at him, “Don’t question me, Ren.”

“She was attractive, the shop girl. Will you see her again?”

Hux wanted to say yes, but he didn’t want to give Kylo the satisfaction of knowing he’s gone soft. Therefore, he simply muttered, “We’ll see.”

Meddling Maid(Namseok Threesome Smut)

So I had been experimenting with what I wanted to do with the final chapter of this. I came up with an idea from my good friend @silhouetted-beauty​ which you guys should check out her stories because her shit is amazing. This will be the last story it’s so hard to write aggressive things all the time haha but I hope you guys enjoy this. It also steamed off from a request @thegirlthatlikesasianboys​ made so I hope she of all people love the ending I put on this <3


Your name: submit What is this?

“Y/N! Get in here right now!” Hoseok barked out causing you to jump to your feet and scramble into the front room. The short black French maid outfit that you had on was rising up your legs as you pressed your clasped fists against the front of your body below your stomach. “Why is this shelf not dusted?” Hoseok asked pointing ahead towards the shelf that had the TV in the middle of it. Looking back at the male who was half dressed in sweatpants and no shirt you shrugged your shoulders looking off.

“You didn’t tell me to dust it today..” You mumbled quietly.

“Do I always have to tell you what to do when you don’t listen anyway?” He asked causing your bottom lip to twitch.

“No.”

“No?” He asked you shifting his body on the couch causing you to grit your teeth before you gave him a hard smile your eyes resting on his.

“No sir.” You chirped lightly.

“You’re not cute Y/N get to dusting or I’m taking away your privilege to watch TV.” You opened your mouth to protest but the look in his eyes told you to just drop it and let it go like you had been doing for the past two weeks. As if things couldn’t get worse Namjoon unlocks the door walking in wearing matching sweat pants to what Hoseok had on with a black tank top and a beanie.

“Daddy is back.” He sang looking around the house.

“Actually, you’re mommy this week. And I’ve missed you. We both have.” Hoseok let his eyes roam down to his dick before he leaned up a bit to tug Namjoon into his arms. They shared a long kiss, Namjoon straddling Hoseok as they touched over each other’s body. Breaking the kiss Namjoon looked at you licking his lips. He had pity on you, that outfit wasn’t helping anything. But because Hoseok wanted it they both had to punish you and it was for a good reason, you broke a rule and you knew better than to disobey him.

“What are you looking at maid? You’re supposed to be cleaning and then off to bed.” Hoseok warned in a harsh tone.

“But you said I could watch TV!” You shouted at him stomping your foot. Hoseok glared at you trying to get up. Namjoon seeing this pushed the usual playful male down.

“Y/N just clean the front room up and I promise tomorrow I will let you watch all the TV in the world. You’ve been a very good girl.” He praised you as Hoseok slipped his hands under the male’s shirt pinching his nipples. Sighing you turned around grabbing the feather duster starting to dust the shelves starting with the bottom one moving up to the top. It was very hard for you to concentrate hearing such lewd seductive sounds coming from the men behind you, and once you heard the wet sounds and choking following you were walking to your room balling your first around the duster lightly slamming the door and plopping face first on your bed.

It had been two long weeks since Hoseok had popped up on you and Namjoon after you broke rules that was established. Hoseok was furious and you had never saw him so upset. He told you not only did you break his trust but you hurt him because he expected more from you. So, he banned you from all kinds of contact of sex. You weren’t allowed to spend much time outside of your room, you couldn’t have your stuffed animals that they won you at carnivals. Nothing. Not even your collars and you had to wear your maid outfit that they had brought you and clean up whatever it was they needed cleaning. It was torture! Because they still fucked each other, slept in the bed with each other they were happy while you were in misery. Frustrated many nights because you felt it was unfair. It was one rule and you were sure when they were on tour they were breaking rules or messing around with one another so why couldn’t you do it? Hearing both of them moan in the front room disturbing your thoughts only made you more upset to the point where angry tears were streaking down your face as you caved into sleep but not before promising yourself of revenge.


The next few days were the same, Hoseok treating you more like a friend then a lover not even sparing you glances. So, you slipped off your panties that Friday morning walking into the front room with your maid outfit on. The black skirt outlined with white fringes tight against your mid-thigh. Your top pressing tightly against your plump breast with the little ruffles accenting your skin. The collar having ribbons around your neck that you tied into a bow. White thigh highs clipped onto your garter you strode into the front room with a wide smile. Of course, Hoseok ignored you again burying his head in his phone. Instead of asking him what your task was for the day you walked towards the coffee table bending down to pick up the duster. Sweeping it across the books starting on the lowest shelf. Your ass sticking out as you bend over, heel slightly turning in the opposite direction to make your toes touch. Your arm reached out to dust along the clean shelf and you heard a slight choke of air from behind you causing instant gratification.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Hoseok asked you causing you to look back at him tilting you head innocently.

“What do you mean sir?” You asked jutting out your lower lip making yourself innocent but nothing over the top because he would’ve saw through you.

“Where are your panties.” He asked you after a while. Namjoon made his way from the kitchen pausing in his tracks seeing the sight in front of him. His cock twitching at the sight of you bent over.  He had fucking missed your body everything about you, how you tasted and smelt. How you felt wrapped around him as he pulled your hair and marked your skin. He enjoyed Hoseok nonetheless but he knew the male was craving to have you again just as much as he was.

“You never said I had to wear panties sir. Therefore, when I got up I didn’t find it necessary to go the extra mile to put them on after sleeping in nothing last night. Smiling sweetly, you stood up straight dusting a few more parts of the shelf before going into the kitchen to clean, Hoseok reached up to grip at your wrist glaring up at you the lust slowly unraveling in his eyes making your body tremble.

“This isn’t over. K-“ Hoseok paused taking a deep breath through his nostrils swearing to himself he wouldn’t call you that again until you made up for what you did. “Y/N.” He said softly letting you go.

“Yes sir. I will enjoy the day when you actually talk to me.” Jerking your wrist of the way from him you walked past Namjoon who was dumbfounded holding a piece of toast.

That weekend it continued. The constant torture you gave to both males. Leaning over them to clean the counter or dropping things ‘accidentally’ so that you could bend over. Your favorite was cleaning the floor with a towel on your knees with your ass high in the air as you cleaned the stains up from the floor. Your backtalk had also gotten worse against Hoseok. Everyday Namjoon came home it was a different argument and it seemed to be blowing over for the both of you. He himself was guilty with getting in it and defending Hoseok causing you to tear up and turn away from him. He was bewildered and he didn’t know what to do but he knew the sex ban was affecting everyone in the house, not even hand jobs were enough to get him off. Growling as he rolled over from the couch glaring daggers at both you and Hoseok who were having a shouting match.

“I sweat if you talk to me like that I will take something else away!” Hoseok shouted his face red as he stood up.

“That’s all you ever do is take shit away! Let’s make it a hobby because you don’t fucking know me!”

“I know that you’re a spoiled ass little brat who needs to learn her place!”

“Oh yeah and what are you going to do to teach me that lesson? Touch me?! HEAVEN FORBID! Fuck you!” Namjoon felt his mouth drop open for what seemed the millionth time that week. The submissive little loving kitten they had was replaced by a fiery hungry lioness.

“Kitten.” Hoseok spoke after a while. His face unreadable but his eyes bearing into yours. You swallowed the lump in your throat, your legs instantly buckling from how he called out for you. “Bed.” He said simply. You didn’t trust it, but for some reason your feet was carrying you towards their bedroom without another argument. Your legs feeling like jelly with every step you took towards that direction. Crawling on the bed once you pushed the door open you were sitting on your ass waiting for him. Hoseok came into the room with Namjoon after some seconds shutting the door he eyed you rolling his head back.

“The sex ban is lifted.” Hoseok started and of course you perked up but the look on Namjoon’s and Hoseok’s face made your stomach sink once again.

“I’m very disappointed in you kitten. You keep breaking rules. And yes, trust me I know that Hoseok has been unfair but so have you. If you would just come and talk to us, open up we wouldn’t have to keep torturing you and ourselves. You don’t think we’ve seen how soaking wet your pussy is after you hear us have sex? Or how frustrated you get because you want to touch us.” Namjoon sighed softly.

“Or how I’ve heard you crying in that room every day this week?” Hoseok asked causing you to open your eyes wide because you couldn’t believe it. There was pain on his face that you noticed for the first time, and you opened your mouth to breath out an apology but he wasn’t taken it. “No, the only sounds I will hear from your mouth for the next few hours will be your cries of pleasure. You’re not allowed to say anything unless we ask you a question or you need to use your safe word.” When Hoseok said that you thought you were going to turn into a puddle of nothing. “Understood?” He asked you and taking a while to wrap your head around things you nodded slowly and he smiled stripping himself of his polo shirt. “Good kitten. Get into position, eyes down.” Getting off the bed you crawled on your hands and knees to rest in front of Hoseok your eyes cast downward on his feet because right now you weren’t allowed to see his face. “Strip.” Hoseok cooed and you nodded your head, hands trying to fidget to quickly take off the tight thin material leaving you in a white bra no panties and thigh highs pressed against your thighs. “Hands in front of you.” He instructed and you did so holding out your trembling limbs pressing them with your closed fists face up wrists side by side.

“Good girl.” Hoseok cooed out reaching a hand down to undo your ponytail ruffling your hair. Namjoon moved from the closet, walking up behind you he tied a black blindfold around your eyes making sure it was secure, soon he was wrapping his arms around your waist to tie your hands together with a silk ribbon making sure that your hands were bound together. He kissed under your ear against one of your favorite spots biting on your ear gently. Namjoon moved back from your body going to strip himself of his shirt and his pants. He moved back into the closet grabbing at the camera and the camera stand setting it up and the end of the bed. He made sure that it was angled good enough to see the bed and you right now on the floor fidgeting and moving in front of Hoseok who was watching you with a soft smile. Namjoon felt some relief in his body, the tension rolling off his shoulders as he moved to sit down in the chair to watch you all and enjoy the show.

“Do you have any idea of how much I want to do to you? How I want to ruin that little pussy?” Hoseok asked you threading his fingers into your hair pulling back gently. “How much I just want to paint your body with bruises and my cum? I get to mark you all day as my dirty little slut and you’re going to take everything I give you. Every kiss. Every touch. Every inch.” Hoseok growled as he crashed his lips against yours taking your breath away. You kissed him back letting him take over, his lips moving against yours marking the plump flesh. His teeth were clamping down onto your bottom lip his tongue moving to swipe across your bottom lip. Your mouth opened and he eagerly shoved his tongue into your mouth. Licking and sucking onto every ounce of your mouth, over your teeth and the roof of your mouth over your tongue swirling it with his and pushing it as if he was trying to shove it down your throat. His other hand moved to grip at your breast holding it in his hand. Moving to massage it up and down your skin that was getting hot and littered with goosebumps as your body was embraced by the warm feeling. Hoseok slid his hand down from your breast to hook it under your ass lifting you up he walked you to the bed his lips still entangled with yours. Throwing you onto the bed he looked down at your body naked before him. He smirked moving you until you were in front of the camera feet pressing down against the edge of the bed and your ass pressing against the middle. “I want you to touch yourself for us. If you want to cum I think you will be a good girl yes?” Hoseok asked trailing his long fingers up and down your parted thighs.

Nervously you swallowed nodding your head. Your hands drifted down towards your crotch, it was a bit hard to move your wrist because of the material that was biding your wrist together but regardless you slowly started to stroke your clit throwing your head back as you moaned for them. Your heart rate was speeding up as your middle finger was circling around your clit but it wasn’t enough and you knew they knew that because you used to always get frustrated whenever they would come home throwing fits when you just wanted them to finger you and make you cum. Poking out your lower lip you slid your middle finger inside of you, moving your hips up against your finger. Your breast pressed together as your body sped up trying to feel more friction. Trying to slid your fingers deeper your anger started to rise a growl ripping from your throat.

“If you can’t even be a good girl and fuck yourself why would you disobey us? You know that we are always more than ready to fuck you until you’re begging for mercy.” Namjoon stated flicking his tongue along his lower lip wetting it. The sight before him turning him on and making him realize how needy he actually was for you with how his member throbbed in his pants. Hoseok could also feel all the blood rushing south and more than anything he had just wanted to touch you. He needed you no toys no anything just you.

“Y/N. You’re so lucky I have no patience because I was going to tear you apart until you were sobbing. Now I just want to be inside of you.” Hoseok tore your fingers from your heat licking across your soaked fingers to clean them. Namjoon leaning forward to dart his tongue along the insides of your spread thighs moaning at the soft skin that was meeting his tongue. He marked hickeys all over your parted thighs, your legs trembling from the feeling of his plump lips on your skin. Hoseok pressed your bound hands back against the mattress leaning down to part your lips with one of his hands his tongue licked from your slit to your clit. Crying out you arched your back from the jolt that shook your body. Hoseok smirked, he loved those reactions you gave whenever he was going down on you, his tongue flicking and circling around your pink bud before he was enclosing his tongue around it sucking on it. Namjoon crept closer until his tongue was sliding inside of your pussy. Your mouth fell open as you fist at the sheets above your head. Both males using their tongues to elicit a different reaction from you. Hoseok kissed up your body to your breast pressing his lips around your left nipple. Sucking on it, he let his first and middle finger rub at your clit side to side at a fast pace as Namjoon took the liberty to press his tongue all around the insides of your walls. Whimpering against the bed your hips bucked up, your hands itching for more contact.

“Daddy Hoseok. Please let me touch you.” It was the way you called his name that had him growling and nodding against your skin signaling for you to do so. Hands moving to tangle in his hair you felt as he slid his tongue all over your body as to remind himself how every single part of you tasted. He bit softly onto your stomach crawling his lips back up to bury his face in the crook of your neck.

“Are you going to be a good girl and give your cum to daddy Namjoon? He really wants to taste your sweet juices. I bet your tight pussy wrapped around his tongue so good, didn’t it? Almost like our first time.” Hoseok chuckled lightly, pressing wet kisses against your skin. His words mixing in with his actions and the curving of Namjoon’s tongue how he flicked it rapidly against your spot had you releasing on his tongue your hips trying to thrash around the bed, lips parted as a cry escaped from them. Both males helped you ride out your orgasm until you were still jerking your hips every now and then still sensitive from the oral.

“I think she is ready to take us.” Namjoon stated once he pulled back from your pussy to wipe off his lips and chin. Hoseok nodded his head as both of them stripped down until everyone in the room was bear. Hoseok took off your blindfold and Namjoon moved to pick you up for him.  Hoseok walked in front of you, his eyes locking on your eyes. He lifted up your arms to wrap around his head, his hands going to grip at your hips, he lifted you up aligning your heat with his shaft. Pressing his forehead against yours Hoseok slowly sunk himself into you burying himself deep inside of you. Both of you groaning and slight whimpers left your lips as your hands played with the hairs at the nape of his neck. He held you down on his shaft for a bit listening to your little pain sounds his lips found yours as he tried his best to kiss away the pain, despite being upset with your stubbornness he couldn’t help but love you and he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. Waiting for you to signal him so he could move he was content with just kissing you. But once you gave him the ok he wasted no time slamming himself inside of you to stretch you back out for him. He pulled back from the kiss to give a husky moan of your name, the lust falling off of the way he said it. He bit on your bottom lip sucking on the flesh as he motioned with two fingers for Namjoon to come forward. Namjoon had been enjoying the show stroking off his slicked member as he watched you too indulge in one another. Namjoon aligned his member with your puckered asshole, Hoseok moving his hands to spread your cheeks wide for him. Namjoon grit his teeth, he knew you would be in some pain so he tried to get it over with. Slowly sliding inside of you he listened to you cry out, he was hesitant about to pull out when you objected telling him you wanted it to hurt and in his mind technically it still was punishment. Giving into your demand he slammed his hips forward until he was buried inside of you. Both males stopped moving, Namjoon’s fingers came around your waist to circle against your clit calming you down a bit. They both whispered sweet words and dirty little sayings into your ear getting you to relax for them to move. Standing up made it a little better, you knew if you would have been laying down you would’ve had to stop. Nodding your head, you gave a hard clench around both men who took that as an okay to keep going. They set a rhythm when Namjoon pulled out so would Hoseok both men gripping your body and slamming into you at the same time. Choked cries left your lips as you took the rough thrusting, different nail markings in your body that you knew would make you sore for sure. Your hips couldn’t move between the two so you just enjoyed it, your eyes drifting shut as you listened to the heavy breaths each male took or how they silently muttered your name followed by strings of curses. You kept tightening around them both, trying to contribute to their pleasure in some way, Namjoon went back to rubbing your clit while Hoseok aimed for your spot fucking you as hard as he could. It didn’t take long for the combination to have you sobbing and begging for release, and this time around you waited until you were given a yes before you started to cum for the both of them. Namjoon was the next one to spill his cum milking your tight asshole as he gave you every last drop a lot coming out of his member. Hoseok kept it up, not wanting to cum because he loved the feeling of being buried deep inside of you. Your head rolling forward to rest on his shoulder you held him trying to bounce yourself on him and it was your turn to mutter sweet nothings in his ear causing him to groan and give into you. He spilled his cum inside of you, his legs shaking as he held you up. Namjoon slipped out of you going to get a towel from the bathroom and Hoseok carried you to the bed sliding out of you. You felt sore and empty put content, letting Namjoon wipe you off you reached blindly for Hoseok who pulled you into your chest rubbing his hands up and down your thighs to aid the throbbing. Namjoon soon joined you both on the bed doing the same thing causing you to pass out from contentment and exhaustion.

best friend! Seungkwan

anon asked: can i request for some best friend!Seungkwan? (and probs some side best friend!Vernon like idk man i can definitely see them as the type where you can’t be best friends with one and not be best friends with the other lol)

  • the hardest part of childhood was figuring out school 
  • while it wasn’t learning the alphabet or how to read or basic addition and subtraction that you found difficult 
  • elementary school was tough lol 
  • mostly because you wanted to make friends 
  • but who knew getting friends was tough if you didn’t talk to anyone 
  • your teacher tried getting you to talk to the other kids 
  • but they low key scared you 
  • some were always yelling or crying for their mothers or throwing crayons 
  • so you just shook your head and colored your doodles on paper 
  • that was until someone’s birthday 
  • “Class, today is Boo Seungkwan’s birthday! He brought cake for everyone, line up to get a slice!" 
  • as usual you remained sitting in your seat in the back table coloring your rainbow in the sky 
  • until a paper plate with a slice of cake was plopped in front of you 
  • "It’s my birthday, you have to have cake." 
  • Seungkwan stood in front of you, probably the cutest seven year old to ever grace all of Jeju 
  • you always thought he was cool (from what you gathered was cool as a seven year old)
  • because he had lots of friends to play with at recess 
  • but you still didn’t know how to talk to the other kids 
  • and yet somehow he got you to say a few words 
  • "No thanks, I don’t like cake." 
  • "What?!?!? Who doesn’t like cake?" 
  • Seungkwan said crinkling his nose 
  • "I don’t." 
  • and from then on Seungkwan was hooked 
  • he followed you around during recess despite having friends who wanted to play soccer or kickball 
  • trying to figure out why you didn’t like cake 
  • yes he was that determined 
  • you liked sitting on the swings 
  • and Seungkwan sat next to you asking you every cake flavor he knew 
  • "Chocolate? Vanilla? Funfetti? How do you not like cake?" 
  • you laughed, he was so stubborn 
  • "I like pie better." 
  • "PIE IS GREAT TOO." 
  • and that’s all it took for a bootiful beautiful friendship to start 
  • he’d draw a smiley face sun on your drawing of a rainbow 
  • "How could you not have a sun?" 
  • he’d ask you to push him on the swings 
  • "y/n, you have to push me really high up." 
  • "I’m tinier than you Boo Seungkwan!" 
  • and who knew that ball of hyper energy lived down the street from you?
  • you went for a bike ride with your parents 
  • and there he was following his mom bringing in the groceries 
  • "Y/n?!?!?" 
  • "Boo Seungkwan?" 
  • many afternoons were spent reading picture books together or riding bikes 
  • even your parents ended up as close friends when one time Seungkwan scraped his knee and your parents helped you put on a bandaid for him and called his parents to tell them what happened 
  • when middle school came around you both had your own friend groups 
  • but you always walked home together 
  • complaining about how heavy your backpacks were and how mean your teachers were 
  • you both end up trading backpacks and racing each other up the hill to your houses to show the other how light their backpack was compared to yours 
  • "I won!" 
  • "No way, my back pack was way heavier, you’re cheating!" 
  • you’d always do homework at Seungkwan’s house on Mondays and Tuesdays 
  • and he’d go to your house for homework Wednesdays and Thursdays 
  • Fridays you’d both go down to the arcade and get ice cream and play arcade games 
  • you lived for Seungkwan’s mom’s pie 
  • and he loved your mom’s home made cake 
  • and so every lunch whenever he got pie he’d trade you for your cake 
  • your mom knew you didn’t like cake and yet she continued packing it for you 
  • "Just give it to Seungkwan since you do that anyway." 
  • Seungkwan liked playfully poking you every time you passed him in the hallways
  • people thought you two were siblings
  • "Wait he’s not your brother? But you two are always together everywhere? Walking home, walking to school…?" 
  • and when high school came around 
  • and his video of him singing got him a shot at PLEDIS 
  • he ran up to your house ringing the doorbell frantically with happy tears in his eyes 
  • "Go get ‘em Boo Seungkwan. I can see you walking around telling everyone you meet 'I’m from Jeju’ already. Make us proud Seungkwan." 
  • you laughed giving him a supportive hug 
  • you spent the rest of the afternoon hanging out with him while you can 
  • giving him all the support you can 
  • "What if I’m not good enough?" 
  • BOI
  • "BOO SEUNGKWAN YOUR VOICE IS HEAVENLY AND IM PRETTY SURE I SAW SOME BIRDS FOLLOWING US THE OTHER DAY BECAUSE OF YOUR SINGING GET REAL." 
  • he just laughed at your outburst 
  • "You sure?" 
  • "Seungkwan, I’d eat cake everyday for the rest of my life if it shows you how much I believe in you." 
  • "You must be serious, you really don’t like cake." 
  • "I do believe in you, Seungkwan, what the hell of course you’ll make it and then I expect signed stuff from you so I can sell it on the internet." 
  • "Yah!!! You should covet my stuff and run my fan sites, y/n!" 
  • "Cash is better, sorry not sorry." 
  • and you both laughed together 
  • "You’ve grown from the person drawing rainbows in the back of the class long ago.” He said smiling at you 
  • “Guess you taught me how to be my loud self. I only learned from the best." 
  • and he did it 
  • he debuted 
  • you were so proud 
  • he called you often during his trainee period telling you his worries 
  • you knew when he was close to crying
  • but you were there to support him 
  • and be his number one fan
  • and you watched his predebut programs 
  • and thought about the boy from Jeju who insisted you have cake that day so long ago 
  • and you told him of your high school life 
  • mostly exams and whatnot 
  • and you both studied hard together 
  • after he debuted, it was harder to see him 
  • your parents shipped you off to some of your family in Seoul 
  • where you could work part time and go to a university there 
  • but when you did hang out 
  • it felt no different than your after school ice cream and arcade days 
  • you’d wake up in the morning and see 172 messages from him 
  • pictures of his rehearsals at 2:37am 
  • and just random thoughts he had and sent to you 
  • "Hansol made a joke and it was awful." 
  • you met Hansol too because of Seungkwan 
  • "Why does Seungkwan always text you during our short breaks?”
  • “Seungkwan why are you texting me in third person?”
  • “Oh lmao this is Hansol, I stole Seungkwan’s phone and am currently hiding in the bathroom since he won’t tell me who he always texts." 
  • you snorted a little too loudly and ended up getting weird looks from your aunt 
  • "I’m y/n, Seungkwan’s friend from high school. I’m from Jeju." 
  • "Y/N WHATEVER HANSOL SAID ABOUT ME IT’S NOT TRUE!!!!!" 
  • you met Hansol the next time you hung out with Seungkwan 
  • local park by his company with some nice hoops for basketball 
  • "Ah so you must be y/n.” the boy next to Seungkwan said 
  • “I swear I tried to get rid of him, but he just loves me too much, what can I do?" 
  • you burst out laughing their friendship is too cute 
  • y'all end up playing a game two v. one 
  • Hansol insisting you play on his team to show Seungkwan what’s up 
  • and you all go for ice cream afterwards 
  • "Hey!” A ping from your phone 
  • a picture of a smiling Hansol and Seungkwan pop up 
  • you smile and send them back a picture of you sticking out your tongue
  • “working hard I see” you say 
  • “Seungkwan misses you, but I missed you more" 
  • "What the heck Hansol stop it, who’s the best friend here?" 
  • "Tell Seungkwan you like me better, y/n." 
  • "YAH! She’s my best friend back off!" 
  • "get a room you two” you send while dying from laughter 
  • “y/n!!!“ they both send you 
  • your group chat consists of random selfies of Seungkwan 
  • and funny cat videos from Hansol 
  • and a lot of you being in the middle of their arguments 
  • "green tea chocolate is the best" 
  • "you can’t beat classical milk chocolate" 
  • "why not both you two?" 
  • "I’m offended." 
  • "Who are you?" 
  • "What do you mean both?!?!?" 
  • lit groups chats 
  • but you three are such troublemakers
  • so they be pming you like shady mofos 
  • "let’s prank Hansol, y/n.” “Let’s prank Seungkwan" 
  • separate messages you received within five minutes of each other 
  • so naturally you play them both 
  • and they both end up getting soaked by water balloons 
  • while you stayed a safe distance away keeled over dying of laughter
  • "WAIT YOU KNEW ABOUT THIS”
  • “Why didn’t you warn me, I’ve know you for years!" 
  • you run away as the two of them chase you with water balloons 
  • in the end all three of you get soaked 
  • "so anyone up for some cake?" 
  • "You know I hate cake let’s get pie" 
  • "I vote ice cream" 
  • ice cream it is then

Originally posted by dreamermay

Graduation

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Requested: No, I just got this idea

Warnings: mentions of sex, really

A/N: I just had a little spurt of inspiration for this short imagine, I hope you enjoy it.

masterlist / coming soon

Originally posted by wydobrien


Stiles watched as your legs carried your body across the stage, the excitement swirling in your eyes as you accepted the scroll out of the older man’s hand and your eyes immediately locked on Stiles as you raised the piece of paper in the air. He let out a chuckle, winking at you as you walked back to your chair, trying desperately not to fall over the robe that was far too big on you. You paid for the right size robe but because you arrived a little later than everyone else, they only had robes three times bigger than your size available. You moaned and groaned but had no other choice but to accept it.

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The room was filled with your moans and grunts. You were pretty sure the whole building heard you by now. It wasn’t your fault, you just couldn’t help it. Jay was working you from behind, pushing you gently to your limits.

“That’s it babe. You’ll stretch. Just breathe,” he encouraged into your ear. You could feel a tear building up in the corner of your eye.

“Jay…I don’t think.. I will..” you protested in between breaths. You couldn’t take it anymore and snapped your head back, hitting Jaebum’s nose.

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warnings: sexual themes, don’t read if not comfortable.

Spring in Neverland was probably the prettiest season. The flowers were returning from their long winter slumber and the whole island turned green with renewal. The air was cold but the sun warmed the Earth just enough that you could run around in short sleeves and you would be fine.

You and the three other Lost Girls all decided to take a walk in the forest to the meadow you had discovered earlier before. It was small and lush, perfect to relax in without the pestering gazes of the Lost Boys.

The four of you sat in a circle, with Wendy to your right and the newer Lost Girl, Lucy on your left. They chatted of the day’s events and picked at the clovers patches around them. The conversation soon turned into gossiping about the boys they liked and the boys they didn’t like.

“Who do you like, (Y/N)?” The girl, Bethany said across from you as she tried to weave daisy flowers in between her braid.

“I’m actually not really sure. I don’t think I like anyone.”

“Right.” Wendy said sarcastically, leaning back on her elbows. “Because we all can’t see how you and Pan look at each other.”

“I think Felix really likes me!” Lucy chimed in, followed by Bethany agreeing with her.

“Pan and I don’t look at each other in any way you’re thinking.” You said with a raised eyebrow, pointing a finger at her. Wendy laughed.

“Look, you’re even raising your eyebrows all dramatically like he does!”

“I am not!” You defended.

“I swear, every time I see Pan he’s ordering someone around or sending someone to the cages.” Bethany said.

“When I first arrived here, Pan took my necklace. He said that he didn’t want it to remind me of home, and that I was in Neverland now.” Lucy sighed sadly at the memory.

“He’s too arrogant for his own good, expecting we treat him like the king he thinks he is. He’s such a taker, taking everything in hopes it benefits him in some way.” You agreed. “That’s why I don’t like him.”

Wendy rolled her eyes but dropped the subject.

Lucy took over the conversation next, giggling about all the things Felix has said to her that has convinced her that he liked her. You spaced out, thinking about what Wendy had said. What does she know anyways? You did not like Pan. Sure he was a pretty boy, with a milk and honey complexion and a smooth accent that made everything sound lovelier than it was, but his blinding hubris was enough to steer you away. Or you wished it did.

A rustling noise, so quiet and soft brought you out of your trance and made you look over to the bushes. A dark figure stayed in your line of vision only for a millisecond before he was gone, retreating back into the forest.

Your eyes widened. Had someone been watching you?

“Did anyone else see that?“ You questioned aloud, bringing the girls out of their conversation about one of Bethany’s latest pranks.

“See what?” Wendy echoed, turning around in the direction you were pointed at. A few beats of silence passed, the only thing heard was the everyday sounds of the forest.

“It was probably just a Lost Boy coming to let us know that it’s time to come back.” Bethany said, brushing her pants off and standing up. Lucy and Wendy agreed, standing up as well but you weren’t sure. What kind of person would lurk around and then run? Still unconvinced, you followed the girls out of the meadow, heading back to camp.


Coming up to the camp entrance, Felix stood leaning against the trunk of a tree, arms crossed and a smirk stuck on his long face. Lucy immediately glowed up at his appearance.

“Hi Felix!” She called with a wave. You, Wendy and Bethany sighed at how overly preppy she got in the presence of a boy.

He gave a nod in hello back but his eyes stayed trained on you. You looked away, pretending not to notice.

“(Y/N),” Felix said. “Pan wanted me to tell you to go see him when you got back.”

“Where is he?”

“Tree house.”

You rolled your eyes and nodded; whatever his royal highness wanted. You waved bye to the Lost Girls, promising you’d be back later and started walking to the large tree situated in the back of the camp.

Climbing up the latter, you knocked on the hatch to let him know you were coming in, and pulled yourself the rest of the way up. Pan sat on his bed with his back to you, hunched over.

“You wanted to see me?”

He sat there for a pause more. “Yes.” Pan said standing up. He wasn’t the tallest boy, but you still had to tilt your head up to look at his face.

“Well… what did you want to see me for?”

“What were you girls talking about today?”

You scrunched your eyebrows. “Nothing, just stuff.”

“Stuff?” He said lowly. “Stuff like how I’m too arrogant for my own good?”

You froze, hearing your own words come out of his mouth. Someone had been watching you. Felix, you thought with a scowl.

“How I selfishly take everything in hopes it’ll do me well. That may be usually true but in this case…” He shook his head and sat on his bed, spreading his legs out in front of him. “Come here.”

“…What?”

“Come here, (Y/N).” He repeated, patting the tops of his legs. You questionably walked over and with the encouragement of his hands, sat on his lap with your legs stretched on either side of his thighs. His grip on your hips pulled you the rest of the way forward, so close that your chests touched. Now, it was him that looked up to you.

“I can be a giver. I can give you lots of things.” With this he leaned forward, pressing light kisses on the column of your throat. You reached your arms around and held onto his broad shoulders, tightening your grip when the kisses turned to bites.

“Can I give to you, love?”

You wordlessly nodded, allowing him to flip you over and lay you on the bed. You closed your eyes and breathed deeply as he rolled your dress up and laid kisses on your belly, moving lower and lower until he touched the place you wanted him the most.

The rest of the day was spent with Pan showing you in more ways than one that he loved giving as much as he loved taking.

Trapped

Spencer reid x reader

“How much longer will we be stuck here?” Reid paced the lift as he had been doing on and off for the past two hours. 

“Spencer, just sit down…please. I’ve told you before, if we were the last people in the office then we’ll probably be stuck still morning. Or at least until they get the power back on and security realise we’re here,” you sighed from your spot on the floor.  

You’d both been stuck finishing up paperwork for latest case and had left the office together at around 1am. There was an immense thunderstorm happening outside the BAU headquarters and neither of you had been looking forward to driving home in the torrential rain. You’d offered Reid a lift home, to avoid being the car by yourself in the storm. Man, how you hated thunder. 

But you’d never made it to the car. The lift had grinded to a halt seconds after it had started and the power outtage had shorted the lights. You remembered hearing a high pitched shriek from the 6ft1 man standing next to you and seeing the panicked look on his face when then emergency lights had flickered on… Apparently being trapped in a lift was not his biggest fantasy.

You’d immediately hit the emergency call button but had hit it off again after an hour had passed by and no help had come, the noise of it beginning to drive you insane. Reid insisted on hitting it back on and off every ten minutes or so as he constantly rambled about how many elevator related accidents there were each year.  

You couldn’t help but chuckle at him really. You’d been part of the team for eight months now and had never seen him so panicked and frustrated. Chasing down un subs didn’t faze him but stick him in a broken elevator and he turned into a five year old girl.  

“Spencer, seriously just sit down. We might as well try and get some sleep. We could be stuck here all night,” you said. 

“All night,” he squeaked. “But we don’t have any food or drink. And w-what if we need to go to the ba-bathroom?” He was starting to stutter again. You’d noticed he did this the more worried he got.  

“Relax, I’ve got a bottle of water and emergency chips in my bag….  And as for the bathroom, well I’ve got an empty water bottle so that’s you sorted,” you replied. “I’ll just have to hold it and hope we get rescued soon.” You laughed at the expression on his face.  

Spencer hit the emergency call button on again and you winced at the sound. You watched him check his phone for the hundredth time, him hoping that somehow he’d managed to get a signal whilst trapped inside a metal box. You sighed. “Is it really that bad being stuck here with me?” you asked quietly. 

His brown eyes snapped up. “Oh no. No Y/N…It’s not that I promise. I just hate the thought of being stuck in here at all. When I was in high school I got shoved into a fair amount of lockers, so being trapped inside any small space for a long period of time just brings back memories.”

You smiled sadly. You hated hearing about the bullying and pain your friend had been through in high school. 

Standing up to street your legs, you knocked the call button off again. “Sorry, the noise is giving me a headache” you explained wearily, clicking your neck to one side. 

Suddenly the main lights flicked back on illuminatating the small space which had been your home for the past two hours.

“YES! Finally!” Reid exclaimed as the elevator began to move.

A second later the lights flicked back off and the lift jammed again, the sudden loss of motion making you knock into Reid.  

The emergency lights came back on as you steadied yourself against the wall. “Guess we’re not saved after all,” you joked trying to lighten the mood.

You glanced over at the other profiler who looked like a kid who’d been told he was going to Disney land only to be told two minutes later that it was a joke.  

“Did you know that there are 6 elevator related deaths each year, not to mention the 10000 other injuries that require hospitalisation….. ” Reid began rambling again, his breathing getting quicker as he started to panic once more. You reached out and placed your hand on his arm in an attempt to calm him down. 

“Hey hey hey,” you soothed. “We’re not going to be one of them.“ You moved your hands to his shoulders looking him straight in the eyes. “We’re going to get out of here okay.”

“Logically I know this Y/N, but what if we are one of those six. What if the cable snaps or the power is out for days and no one can get to us. What if….. ” he began reeling off ridiculous, elaborate  ways in which you two could die, trapped together. 

You closed your eyes thinking ‘how can I calm him down and shut him up?‘ Then it hit you. Do something he’d least expect. 

You moved forward quickly pressing your lips to his. Keeping one hand on his shoulder you moved the other to the base of his neck. He stilled suddenly, not quite knowing what was happening. 

You began to move your lips softly against his, stroking his neck gently, willing him to move his with you.  

After what seemed like a lifetime you felt him begin to reciprocate, his hand going to your waist. You felt his eye lids flutter shut as you gently sucked his bottom lip between yours.

His other hand gently cupped your face and stroked your cheek as he applied light pressure to your mouth, his lips feeling soft against yours. Spencer’s tongue darted out, running along your lips slowly, asking for access. You moaned softly enjoying this a lot more than you thought you would. ‘Who knew Spencer Reid knew how to kiss so well?’ you thought to yourself as your lips parted.

You felt his tongue slip into your mouth searching for yours, probing lightly. Your tongues met as your pressed your body close to his, feeling his heart beating quickly through his chest. 

You pull back slightly to snatch a breath, hearing him whimper at the loss of contact.  Glancing down, you saw him bite his lip as he moves his hand to the back of your head pulling you in. 

Your lips connected again, this time moving faster, pressing harder against each other as you pushed your fingers into his glorious hair. He sucked your bottom lip between his, nibbling it slightly, teeth grazing it the way you’d seen him do to his own so many a time. You gasped, shocked at the feeling it was igniting inside you.

You pushed him back so he was flush against the elevator wall and began kissing from his mouth along his jaw, hearing him moan and shudder from your touch. Just as your lips locked again you heard a horrific mechanical screeching. You jumped apart from each other, breathing heavily as the elevator doors were pried open from the other side.  

“Oh thank god you two are in here,” Morgan and Penelope were stood on the other side of the doors with building security.

“I kept trying to call your cell Y/N, to make sure you’d got home safely. I know how you don’t like storms,” Penelope gushed, reaching for your hand and pulling you out of the lift. "When you didn’t answer I tried Reid, knowing he’d stayed behind with you and when he didn’t answer I started to panic.”  

“Yeah she dragged me back here to make sure everything was okay.” Morgan smirked “We asked security to check if you’d swiped out before the power had cut but they couldn’t find a log of it. Took us half an hour to realise that the alarms we kept hearing flicking on and off must have been from one of the lifts. How long you been here?“ 

“About two hours,” Reid muttered, not looking at you. You kept your face down too, knowing it must have been bright red. 

“Well let’s get you both home,” Penelope led the way down the hall, into the stairwell. 

… 

The next work day as you were walking by Garcia’s office, her door opened and she pulled you in. 

You eyed her suspiciously. “What’s up?” you asked. 

“Oh nothing,” she sang grinning. “Did you know that the cameras in the lift run on a different generator to the lights and the rest of the electrics? And it kept recording the whole time you and the boy genius were in there.” She raised an eyebrow at you. 

“Shit,” you muttered, feeling your cheeks burning. 

“Oh yes!” she giggled gleefully. “Who knows what would have happened if Morgan and I hadn’t come to the rescue. That looked like it was turning into quite the kiss!“ 

"I, erm, I gotta go!” you exited her office quickly hearing her laughing behind you.

‘Yes, who knows indeed,’ you thought to yourself.

A/N: So it’s been pretty much two years now since I started this writing shiz. This was the second fic I ever wrote.

Last Night [a.a ]

Originally posted by cooperselizabeth


warnings: Chuck Clayton

This was an anon request byt i cant find the prompt pls forgive me

Also this is completely unedited and not proofread and I’m super sorry I haven’t been as active lately. Also I’m working on a “That 70’s Show” fic that I will be uploading on my wattpad so thats partly why i havent done much on here. I just want to be friends. Sorry!


Masterlist


“Archie Motherfucking Andrews!”

Based on the volume of your voice, you could only infer that everyone who was currently in Riverdale High had heard your screech.

You marched down the hallway, approaching Reggie. He instinctively shrunk back against his locker and absentmindedly crossed his hands over his crotch, afraid of any damage that you might do.

“Where is he?” you growled.

Reggie shook his head violently. “I don’t know (Y/N/N). Please don’t hurt me.”

He whispered the last part loud enough so only you could hear. You looked him up and down before nodding subtly and storming off, ignoring the teasing calls of the jocks as they mocked Reggie for being scared of you.

“She’s scary when she’s angry,” Reggie muttered in defense as everyone watched you kick a trash can, denting it. The jocks shut up immediately.


You were fuming. You had been talking to Jughead when he had decided to come clean to you. The two of you had never kept secrets from each other and no matter how horrible it was, Jughead knew that he couldn’t keep his new found secret hidden from you.

So he told you.

He told you about Archie. He told you how he had ditched him on the 4th of July and how he had been down by Sweetwater River on the day of Jason Blossom’s assumed death.

And then he told you the bad news.

He had been there with Ms. Grundy.

Yes. Your redheaded (now ex-) boyfriend had been cheating on you with the music teacher. So now you were on your way to confront him.

You barged into the music room, a smirk spreading across your face as you saw Archie and Ms. Grundy standing chest-to-chest.

“Well just look at what we have here!” you exclaimed, sarcasm dripping from your voice.

The two of them sprung apart, both of them dropping the instruments they were holding.

“(Y/N)!” Archie said, voice full of surprise.

“No offense Archibald,” you sneered. “But if you wanted to cheat on me I would’ve expected you to do it with someone beautiful like Cheryl Blossom, not some woman whose twice your age and just using you. I’m done with you.”

“No, (Y/N), wait,” Archie said, grabbing your arm.

“Don’t touch me Archibald,” you hissed. “Do me a favor and please lose my number.”


It had been months since that day.

You stopped talking to Archie, but you kept helping Betty and Jughead. You were close to figuring out Jason’s killer. You just knew it.

Unfortunately for you, Betty was too preoccupied at the moment as she worried about Jughead’s upcoming birthday.

“(Y/N/N), what should I do?” Betty sighed. “I have no idea…”

She trailed off as the idea hit her. “That’s it! I can throw a party!”

You stopped in your tracks. “Betty do you even know Jughead?”

Betty hesitated. “I do but it’ll be a small party. Only his friends. We can do it at Archie’s!”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. Everyone knew about what had happened yet Betty kept trying to reconcile the two of you.

Betty noticed the uncertainty in your eyes. “Please (Y/N)? Do it for Jughead.”

“Fine.”


The party was in full swing.

Cheryl had arrived unexpectedly, bringing along kegs, jocks, and basically the whole teenage population of Riverdale.

There were probably some Greendale kids too.

You sat with Jughead in Archie’s garage. He was settled in the comfy armchair while you sat on the floor, Vegas in your lap as you both pet him.

“Let me guess,” Jughead drawled out. “She told you her brilliant plan and you tried to stop her.”

“Yes,” you nodded. “Then she said-”

“Do it for Juggie,” he interrupted, voice rising in pitch as he tried to imitate Betty’s feminine lilt.

You chuckled as you nodded once again. “Yeah.”

“I’m sorry you came,” Jughead soghed. “It sucks.”

“I had to,” you replied. “Youre my best friend Juggie. Besides, it could be worse, I could be inside right now.”

No sooner had the words left your mouth when Betty Cooper entered the garage. She looked at the both of you sadly before addressing you. “(Y/N) could I possibly speak to Jughead alone?”

You looked at Jughead, who shrugged, before you got up and left, taking Vegas with you.

“Well Vegas, I guess it’s just me and you,” you whispered, looking up at Archie’s house. You glanced down to see Vegas bounding off after some rodent. “Correction: just me.”

You took a deep breath before entering the house, immediately being met with the unmistakable smell of alcohol. The first people you bumped into were Joaquin and Kevin. After a short conversation, you found yourself in the kitchen, rummaging through Archie’s refrigerator for his secret stash of strawberries that you knew he kept hidden near the back.

Your hand brushed a glass container and you pulled it out, yelping in victory as you noticed the strawberries that were beautifully nestled in it.

“Well hello there,” you heard a smooth voice say.

Startled, you nearly dropped the container, flinching when you felt someone grab your hands in order to keep it from falling. You looked up to meet the eyes of the one and only Chuck Clayton.

“Hey Chuck,” you mumbled, quickly making a beeline for the door.

“Woah hey now,” Chuck said, slowly sliding in your way. “I just wanna talk to a beautiful girl.”

He shot a charming smile at you. It reminded you of a shark.

“Well now, how about you and I go share those strawberries huh?” Chuck continued.

You glanced around, getting nervous. Everyone around you was either drinking or dancing, or both. Except for Archie. He had been watching the two of you since Chuck first approached you with his eyes narrowed and jaw set.

Archie didn’t like the sight of another guy talking to you. Especially not if that guy was Chuck. He began to walk over to you.

“C'mon baby,” Chuck smirked. “Let’s go upstairs.”

You felt his hand grip your arm. Hard . You whimpered slightly as you followed him upstairs, strawberries still in hand.

Downstairs, Archie panicked as he lost sight of you, sighing in relief as he caught a glimpse of your hair on the stairway. He quickly caught up, freezing slightly when he saw Chuck push you into his room.


“Don’t worry (Y/N),” Chuck said. “This will be fun.”

You struggled against him as he pressed his lips to yours, prying them open with his tongue as his hands fiddled with the hem of your shirt. The more you struggled, the more he seemed to anticipate the coming events.

The moment was cut short as the door slammed open, revealing a disheveled Archie. “Get the fuck away from her Chuck!”

Chuck sighed heavily, closing his eyes as he stepped away from you.

“Excuse me for trying to have fun at this lame-ass party,” he mumbled, leaving the room and shoving Archie on his way out.

As soon as he was gone, Archie closed the door and rushed over to you, gathering you in his arms.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t come in sooner (Y/N/N),” he whispered into your hair as he held you tight.

You were barely aware of his words, still frozen from Chuck’s touch. You barely registered Archie’s movements as he picked you up and carried you towards his bed, sitting down and pushing himself against the wall, cradling you in his lap.

You started paying attention to Archie’s words which were a continuous, quiet mumbling of “I’m sorry” and “I should’ve been there”.

“It wasn’t your fault,” you finally spoke, your voice a quiet whisper. “But thank you. For making him leave.”

“Of course. Anything for you. I love you ,” Archie replied, his voice cracking as he realized exactly what could’ve happened to you if he hadn’t intervened.

“I should get home,” you said. Archie tightened his arms around you in response. Neither of you made a move to get up and you couldn’t help but feel completely safe as you laid down in his bed, his arms still wrapped around you, and he pressed a kiss you your hairline before quietly singing a song, lulling you to sleep.


The next morning, Archie was woken up by the bright sunlight that streamed in through his open window.

Remembering the night before, he turned his head towards you, his smile fading when he realized you weren’t there with him.

He quickly bolted out of bed, searching for his phone and cursing when he realized he had left it downstairs. He sprinted out of his room and down the stairs where he was met with the sight of Jughead sitting in an armchair, petting Vegas with a smug smirk on his face.

He held out Archie’s phone as the redhead tried to catch his breath. “Arch, you should check your voicemail.”

Archie scoffed, sending you a quick message before doing as Jughead said. It was from his dad. Frowning, he put his phone away before his face contorted in shock.

Looking at the clock, he squealed. “Jug, they’ll be home any minute!”


You sat on your bed, jumping slightly when your phone dinged. You hadn’t slept after you left Archie, feeling way too numb to do anything but stare blankly at your wall. You carefully picked up your phone and read it.

From: Archie
Hey (Y/N/N). Listen we need to talk. I meant what I said last night. I love you and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to fix my mistakes xx

You choked on air, carefully rereading the message over and over again. You were shocked. You thought he had said it in the heat of the moment and you realized how bad of an idea it had been for you to attend that party.

You sat blankly for a few minutes before finally typing out a reply. As soon as you hit send, you turned your phone off, tossing it under your bed and grabbed a hoodie before walking out of your room.

You quickly scribbled a note for your parents before taking off. You wouldn’t be home until late.


Archie sighed as he and Jughead collapsed on the couch, exhausted from all the work they had done whilst cleaning up the house.

“So…you and (Y/N/N)?” Jughead smirked.

Archie chuckled breathlessly. “Man shut up! I hope it all works out. I really do love her Jug.”

“I know,” the beanie-clad boy replied, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Archie jumped when he felt his phone vibrate, scrambling to take it out of his pocket. At the same time, the door swung open.

“Hey Arch! We’re home,” Fred Andrews’s familiar voice called out.

Archie stod with a smile on his face as he faced his parents before unlocking his phone and reading your messages.

The happy spirits that filled the Andrews household quickly dampened as Archie’s smile fell, his eyebrows joining together as he frowned.

Fred also frowned when he noticed Archie throw his phone onto the couch but was quickly distracted when Archie went in for a hug.

Curious as to why Archie’s mood had changed so quickly, Jughead picked up the phone and quickly escaped upstairs as the Andrews family reunited.

Once he was comfortably nestled in Archie’s bed, he unlocked the phone, shaking his head as he read the messages you had sent.

“Oh (Y/N).”


From: (Y/N)
Archie, please don’t.

From: (Y/N)
Last night was a mistake. We both know that.

From: (Y/N)
Thank you. I’m so grateful for what you did, but I can’t deal with this right now. You broke my heart Archie. I think it’s best if we don’t talk to each other for a while. I’m truly sorry.


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❝ I’ve to thank We Got Married ❞

Plot: You and Jaebum were a “fake” couple on We Got Married. You two were filming and he was waiting for you into a coffe shop. It’s started to rain and you became all wet; Because of the script he couldn’t take care of you the way he wanted to, you secretly love each other; and after you were done, you two decided to stay alone and with his warm actions he gave you hints how much he cared about you.

Paring: JaebumxReader 

Words count: 2,1k+

Genre: Fluffy

For our @bulletproofself, I hope you like it cutie! M. ♥

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

“Damn, damn, damn!”  

Your voice was lost in the sound of the rain, while you kept running towards the Café where you knew Jaebum was waiting for you.  

The cameras were with you, completely surprised from the sudden downpour that seemed to have affected the entire city at that time.  

“Run Y/N, run!” They continued to yell, but run without being able to see much because of rain was not easy.  

The only consolation was that soon you would have seen your “fake” husband", for whom you secretly had begun to develop feelings many weeks before.  

Now it was three months that you two took part in that program and staying in close touch with him helped you to see an awful lot about him.  

The must you know him and more your feelings grew.  

Meanwhile, he was waiting, trying to remember the script he had read earlier, starting to worry seeing the weather raging outside the small and cozy cafes.  

“She’s coming?” He asked at one of the crew and a small nod of assent reassured him slightly, although not entirely.  

It was not until the door bell, the notice that someone had just entered, to reassure him.  

For the first five seconds.  

You were standing in front of the door, dripping everywhere and being sorry to be in that condition despite your attempts to run as fast as you can.  

“Fuck… Y/N ” He swore under his breath, he didn’t want to be heard by the cameras, forcing himself to remain in place because it was what the script told him to do.  

The sincere moments in that program were few and he began to be tired, wanted to be more free. More honest, especially towards you.  

“I’m Sorry… The rain caught me off guard. ” You excused yourself, rushing toward the table and sitting in front of him, completely embarrassed.  

The blush on your cheeks was due to your outfit or at least was what you kept telling yourself mentally. The truth was that even just see him led to you the famous “butterflies in the stomach”.  

“An umbrella?” He asked, trying to stay lowkey, having to bite the inside of his cheek to ask not more.  

“Oh, Jae! The weather forecast had put nice weather. NICE. WEATHER. What do I know, huh? ” You snorted, getting off your jacket that was completely water soup; “If I were psychic, I could have predicted!”  

“Yes, okay. I order you something hot. ”  

“Shouldn’t we carry out the proof of this day?”  

“The proof of this day is to not kill each other.”  

“BUT IT’S HARD!” Your voice went up by some eighth, making the crew laugh but causing to you, albeit only mentally, a curse long few minutes.  

You hated having to pretend, you were so simple compared to the image that that program was giving you, you were afraid that Jaebum really thinks of you as an airhead girl.  

“You know that however, they ship us?”  

“Really? They can see or just pretend to be blind?” He asked upset, making a nod to the waitress who immediately came up to take his order.  

He knew your tastes, although you wouldn’t think possible, and when he ordered a latte with a sprinkle of cinnamon you don’t do anything but smile. Smile immediately framed by cameras, afraid to miss any of your reactions.  

While he ordered you tried to fix the mess that was your hair and definitely your face, but you ignored the makeup that imagined being smeared. You picked up your hair into a high bun, although some subtle strands of hair fell over your shoulders and continued to soak your shirt, just slightly moist because that had been covered by the jacket.  

“Husband?” You called him out, causing him to turn with a sigh.  

“Tell Me, Y/N”  

“Am I so horrible..?”  

“You look like a clown, look.” He gave you the sugar container, a reflective surface in metal and you had to keep from screaming. You were really a clown. “So stop saying I’m lying when I say that you snore, I always tell the truth.”  

“I DON’T SNORE, JAEBUM!!”  

“Whatever.”  

               ___ 

“Finished!”  

The scream of the Director caused a wave of joy in the entire crew, which began to disassemble all the cameras and gear. A small sigh of relief left your lips, while the cold that made you company for more than two hours seemed to be your second skin. The only thing you ever wanted was to go home and take a long, hot bath.  

“Will you stay here?”  

You were ready to get up when the sweet voice of Jaebum do you froze instantly, almost glued you to the chair. If he asked you, you would have even spent all day and night with him.  

“Obviously, it makes me really happy.”  

After nearly ten minutes the crew had finally gone and you guys were totally alone. There was a change into the atmosphere, in both of you, almost as if the absence of all those people took a huge weight off your shoulders.  

“Wait..” He said, taking his jacket off and handing it out from above the table. “You must be cold, isn’t it?”  

“Hell ya, I feel like a popsicle,” You admitted, and thank him with a shy smile but refusing his jacket. “But I’m still a little damp, I don’t want to get it wet.. and my hair still dripping, I don’t know how it’s possible but they do. ”  

“Y/N don’t be stubborn.”  

“But I don’t kno–” you began to say when he got up from his chair and wrapped his jacket around your shoulders, so as to cover you completely. “It’s huge.” You whispered.  

“You’re tiny, it couldn’t get close. But it looks good on you. ”  

“T-Thanks!”  

“You could use tea, you know?”  

“I don’t really like..”  You confessed, biting your lower lip while he was addressing a look upset to you. “What!?”  

“Thè can help you.”  

“Have I to drink it..?”  

“I just want you to warm up a bit, Y/N”  

The sweetness in his voice was able to warm you up more than any hot drink, but with a small nod you accepted his request.  

His jacket smelled good and was hot, then you tightened it savoring that little moment of calm.  

“Isn’t it warm?? Do you want me to take a sweater? Jinyoung always leaves a spare one into the car. ”  

“I’m fine Jaebum so, don’t worry. Today you’re nicer than usual. ” You pointed out, finding that loving side amazingly cute.  

“Don’t… That’s, you can get sick and I don’t want your bandmates to kill me because their leader got sick. ” Almost coughed out those words, covering his mouth with his clenched fist and making you smile amused. “Then I must bear your presence too because this week we have to record every day.”  

“Hell.. It’s true. ”  

“Did you have different programs?”  

“Honestly? I wanted to go to see my parents, I haven’t seen them in almost a year. ”  

You had lied to everyone for months, saying you saw your parents regularly, realizing only then the huge mess you were combined. His eyes had become to slightly bored, because of the shooting, a visibly worried.  

And you understood thanks to a small wrinkle had formed between his eyebrows and his mouth was folded into an annoyed scowl, that at that time you wanted to drive off with a kiss.  

“What..?”  

“You lied to me. Last week you told me that you went to your parents on weekend ”  

“Oops…? I just don’t want to worry anyone. I’m fine… ”  

“Bullshit. Now drink your tea, then I’ll take you to the dorm. You take a hot shower, I’ll wait and then take to your parents. ”  

“In Busan?”  

“My schedule is free tomorrow. ” He admitted with a tone of defiance, folding his arms across his chest and looking into your eyes waiting for your retort.  

But you didn’t know what to say because nobody had treated you as he was doing. You stayed in silence, looking down on your hands folded on a table and only when the waitress arrived with your tea, you raised your eyes and thank her with a slight smile.  

“Y/N?”  

“Huh?”  

“Sit next to me, so you’re more sheltered from gusts of wind coming from the door.” He almost ordered and slid your cup on the table, put next to his now empty.  

You looked upset, trying to decipher his behavior. “So?” He asked bossy, pointing to the spot next to him on the sofa.  

You snorted but immediately went to sit next to him, but keeping yourself a few centimeters away. You didn’t want him to get wet and especially to feel you shaking because of the cold you felt. 

“Maid?? Do you have a towel? ” He asked yelling to the waitress, who immediately nodded and returned shortly afterward with a towel itself.  

She handed it to him, you were committed to sip your tea and ignore it when your eyes were blinded and a rough fabric stroked your face.  

“What!?”  

“Be quiet, I’m drying your hair. Let me get this rubber band… I got it. ”  

That was no longer an ordinary afternoon, it was turning into an episode of one of those dramas that you used to see at in your spare time.  

His hands were moving up on your hair, rubbing the towel and dry off your hair as best as he could. If you will get sick, even though you couldn’t have known, he wouldn’t forgive him for anything in the world.  

“Jae?”  

“Huh? I’m almost done.”  

“Can I ask you something?”  

“I’m listening, but please… Not something stupid like your usual. ” He took it playfully around, lifting your face by placing two fingers under your chin.  

Despite the towel you got to see his smile, that smile you liked so much, forget for a moment what you wanted to ask him.  

“Y/N… What did you want to ask me? ”  

“Why are you doing this?” It was your question, honest and sincere, which caused him to freeze instantly.  

He didn’t want to find himself like that but unwittingly he was acting like a guy with a huge crush.  

“I..”  

“You?”  

“I don’t want you to get sick.” He muttered shyly, avoiding your gaze and finally removing the towel.  

At that moment you looked around, there were basically just you two and the waitress in the coffee shop because the storm that continued to hit the city. And that was the perfect moment to act.  

Clutching the collar of his shirt you moved him towards you and just touched his lips, so innocent and clumsy.  

It was your first kiss and it was a simple snap of lips, but you didn’t care much. It was with Jaebum, the first guy that you were in love so for you was still perfect.  

His expression turned upside down, however, made you think to be just a fool to think he felt something for you and now working with him would be a thousand times more awkward.  

“I.. S-Sorry J-Jae..” You stammered, loosening the grip on his shirt; “I’m sorry, r-really sorry.”  

“Why?”  

“W-Well … I didn’t mean to put you on e-embarrassment … ” Your voice was trembling, as much as you were at that time.  

You were about to leave when he leaned his hand behind your neck, into your hair now almost dry, drawing you towards him and resting his lips to yours.  

His approach was so completely different than yours. His lips were firm into yours and he took to kiss you gently but with desire.  

It seemed like his lips were longing for, as much as yours wanted the same thing.  

The kiss lasted, however, too little because, after a few seconds, you saw him get away but put his forehead against yours, without ceasing to smile even for a second.  

“I think this program will become more interesting from today.”  He blinked with an amused tone.  

“Wh-Why?”  

“You’re not my wife actually, but my feelings are real Y/N”. He whispered, his lips grazing again yours albeit in a mild and delicate way. “I’ve to thank We Got Married then… And I thought I would totally hate my future wife. ”  

“You were lucky, Im Jaebum.”  

“Damn lucky, Y/N”.

I’m Proud of You.

Request: hey boo can you do this Jerome Valeska imagine where Jerome surprises the reader at her graduation by taking over the ceremony disguising himself as the person at the stage handing out the diplomas?

Tags: mention of kidnapping and terrorizing, fluff, swearing

Fandom: Gotham!Jerome Valeska x female reader

Y/N = your first name, Y/L/N = your last name, Y/U/C/N = your university/college name, P/N = principal’s name

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anonymous asked:

Hey could you write 6 & 7 w/ demon!dean x little sister? Like dean says 7 because it's that scene where they hide from dean in the bunker(so its like hide and seek) but this time except for sam it's their sis with dean (hope that makes sense)

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Originally posted by shipping-the-bromance

“Oh, I’m only the monster you wanted me to be.” Dean smirked and looked at you matter-of-factly, chin raised high, from where he was sitting tied to a chair in the middle of the dungeon.

How could he say that? You were the one with the upper hand, but it started to feel like that wasn’t the case anymore. The problem, besides that Dean was a demon was that he was still Dean in a way, which meant that he knew exactly what buttons to push.

“After everything you and Sam have done, you just want me to go dark side so that you feel better about yourselves,” your oldest brother then stated, his - for now - green eyes boring into you.

“That’s not true, Sam and I aren’t monsters!” You broke, taking a step closer to him. “And I don’t want to be a demon, Dean! I want you to be you again.” 

Then Dean did something you hadn’t expected, but you probably should have, if you weren’t falling for his distraction. He stood up, the ropes that tied him down, on the floor. 

“But this is me. New and improved.” And then he let his eyes flicker to black.

You couldn’t do anything else but to run for your life, breath hitched in your throat. Because you had a strong feeling that Dean, this Dean, wouldn’t hesitate to kill you. And that was a new feeling you didn’t even now how to handle besides following your basic survival instincts. 

As you sprinted away, you heard his menacing laugh behind you.

Now, if there was something you were good at, it was being quiet. When you wanted to, you could become quiet as a mouse, and that’s what you did after putting some distance between you and Dean, running into the network of hallways. Soon, you heard him calling after you.

“Y/N? Come out come out wherever you are.” You could almost hear how much he’s enjoying this. “Remember when we played hide and seek as kids?”

You swallowed thickly, continuing to move, pressed close to the wall, almost reaching the corner. 

“I always won. You think you can beat me at my game? Let’s finish this.”

Your pulse was high and you didn’t know what to do. You were sure this was a losing battle until the bang of a heavy door closing echoed through the bunker. Sam was home again. 

“Sounds like our Sammy’s home!” Dean called out, knowing to what the sound meant.

Slowly, you peeked around the corner to see the empty hallway. You were about to continue when you felt this icy, piercing, realization and you turned your head to look over your shoulder. 

And you were lucky you had some quick reflexes, because within a split second, a hammer was buried in the wall above you, right where your head had been if you hadn’t bent your knees. As Dean tried to get the hammer out of the wall, you bent down and grabbed your small knife from your boot, but you knew it couldn’t hurt him. So, you screamed.

“SAM!” 

Luckily Sam was already on his way, followed by Castiel and you watched with wide eyes as the captured Dean, and how Castiel somehow turned him back to human as Sam helped holding him down.

As your ears ringed with Dean’s screams, your heart felt as it was about to jump out of your chest. You would definitely have nightmares about this for the rest of the year, that’s for sure.