yeah i stuck some of my ocs in there why not

Breaking the Rules - part 1

Bucky Barnes x Reader

SummaryModern!AU You hate James Barnes with a burning passion and the feeling is entirely mutual. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, you are tricked into attending his sister’s wedding as his girlfriend. Stuck with a bunch of strangers, you come up with a set of rules that are not going to last long.

Word Count:1,957

Warnings: Hate to Love, Fake Dating, Snarky Remarks, Language

A/N: Okay, just a warning, there will be a lot of OCs in this series (mostly Bucky’s sisters and parents) Hope you like the first chapter :)

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Originally posted by winter-barnes

You loved Natasha’s apartment. It was spacious and bright and she had a great view of the city. There was just one teeny-tiny itsy-bitsy problem… you hated her neighbour.

James ‘Bucky’ Barnes.

Natasha introduced you to Bucky a little over a year ago. Her fiancé, Clint, adored him and Bucky always stopped by their apartment. The boys would stay in the living room and watch TV while you and Natasha gossiped and drank wine in the kitchen.

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Glitter Ball

I’ve been seeing some discussion in past few days about how unrealistic it is that Bitty doesn’t hang out with other queer kids at Samwell, which is a valid point, and it reminded me I had a fic languishing in my drafts folder that involved an expanded look at the LGBTQIA group on campus, so I figured maybe the time had come to post it. It’s more about Dex than Bitty, because I started it as a response to the “Dex is homophobic” discourse, so this is from a “Dex has never been straight, he just doesn’t think it’s any of your business” perspective.

(It’s the beginning of a longer fic called “I Abhor You/I Adore You” that’s kind of an exercise in filling in all the gaps between the Nurseydex tweets and fleshing out the non-hockey parts of Samwell, but who knows if I’ll ever finish it.)

~4.5k, pre-slash Nurseydex, mostly Dex POV, guest appearances by Bitty, Holster, and a few OCs from the LGBTQIA group. Location of the IT helpdesk across the hall from the resource center entirely stolen from my own tiny liberal arts school, “the little gay college in the middle of Iowa.”

Read it on AO3 (now with the second chapter as well).

First year, first semester

Dex got a job with the helpdesk almost as soon as he got to campus. This wasn’t exactly normal for an unknown, untested, untried, and undeclared first year student, but he had references from his high school job and there was a constant shortage of people who actually knew how to do anything with hardware. Which, of course, was the thing most of the professors actually needed help with. They weren’t actually receiving a lot of emergency Python coding calls; they needed someone who could “make the goddamn printer talk to the computer” without pissing anyone off by being too condescending.

He enjoyed it; compared to having to do the same thing in a retail environment, this was downright relaxing, and he at least had some confidence the people he was helping weren’t complete idiots. He could even leave behind a Post-It of step-by-step instructions of how to fix the problem themselves next time and have it be followed at least 50% of the time! Not to mention his work-study hours as a student athlete were actually capped and enforced so he wouldn’t work himself to death. So relaxing when compared to high school, when he’d had to juggle IT work, lobster fishing, hockey, and grades good enough to get some kind of scholarship.

Since he’d gotten to campus early to start pre-season practice with the hockey team, he’d been able to establish a work routine before adding in classes, which had been helpful. The CS classes at Samwell were certainly more demanding, but that was why he was here, wasn’t it? All in all, he was pretty satisfied with how things were shaping up. (Now if only his d-partner weren’t such an entitled brat…)

Once the other students got back to campus, it became clear the helpdesk office wasn’t the only thing housed in the weird little building at the edge of campus. He was just ending a shift when a girl stuck her head in the door. “Would it be possible to get some quick help from anybody? It’s just across the hall.”

“I can do it,” Dex said. “I was just about to leave anyway.”

“Thank you!” She led the way into what appeared to be an all-purpose meeting room. The door now had a handmade rainbow sign taped to it, proclaiming it the Stonewall Resource Center. “We’re having our first meeting of the year tonight, and of course the one person who remembers how to work the projector is on study abroad this semester.”

“No problem. You hooking it up to a laptop?”


Dex walked over to the AV podium at the front of the room and fished out the giant cluster of cables and dongles. “Hopefully one of these will work, but we have adapters in the office for just about anything. Bring it over.” A minute or so later, he had everything working.

“Thank you so much!”

“Sure. I mean, it’s my job anyway.”

“Do I need to file a ticket or something?”

“Eh, whatever.”

“Um, you’re welcome to stay for the meeting if you want…”

“What’s it for? I mean, I can guess, but your sign wasn’t even up when I came in at the beginning of my shift, so, you know.”

“Yeah, basically it’s just a beginning of the year informational meeting for students about LGBTQIA resources on campus and a way to get those of us who are returning students to get started organizing other events. So maybe not super interesting.”

“No, it sounds like good information to have. I’ll stick around.”

She smiled at him. “Great! I’m Sam.”

“Will. Or Dex. I answer to either.”

“Nice to meet you.”


“So do you think you’ll come back?” Sam asked after the meeting was over. Dex had stayed to help her turn off the projector and leave a sticky note with the steps written down. (He was thinking about getting a set custom-printed with “Helping You Help Yourself!” across the bottom, though he suspected his boss would find this too snarky.)

“Probably not. I mean, not to regular meetings or anything—you can totally ask me for help anytime! I’m just kind of… past the place where I need this kind of group? And I’ve got hockey practice and CS classes that are kind of the point of my being here, so they take priority, you know?”

“Sure thing.”

“But you know where to find me! Seriously, I’m always happy to help. It looks like a great group. But I know I can’t commit to anything.”

“Cool. I’ll see you around then, yeah? Oh, hey, if you have any time on Friday, you should come to the softball game. We’re gonna slay.”

Dex grinned and offered his fist for a bump of solidarity. “You’ll have to come to a hockey game once the season starts.”


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Not a Princess 2: A Descendants Imagine

Part 1: (Still don’t know how to put a link in without it looking like that :/ )

Warnings: none :)

Anonymous said: Can you make another imagine of disney’s descendants with reader being tinkerbell’s daughter like your last imagine? Idk continue it or something like that i really loved it💕💚

So sorry it took so long! With back to school stuff, and wanting to get it just right, it’s taken way too long! I have like 20 rough drafts on my phone of ways it could have been and so I finally pieced it together to make this. So I hope you like it!


“Hey Ben,” you called and walked up next to him.

“Hey, (Y/N),” he smiled and swung an arm over your shoulder.

“Excited for the game?” You nudged him and he shrugged.

“Do you have a date for coronation yet?” He sent you a lopsided smile and you groaned.

“Not you too!”

“Oh come on. I think Andy might-”

“Hey Ben, hey (Y/N)!” Mal smiled and you returned it.

“I’ll- let you two talk,” you winked at Ben and walked over to the railing.

“Hey (Y/N)!” Andy waved and you and you smiled back at him.

Chad elbowed Andy and sent you a glare.

“She’s not even a princess, Andy,” Chad spat and you began to glow red.

“You want me to deal with them?” A deep voice said from behind you and you turned, finding yourself looking up at Jay.

He frowned at Chad and his friends and you shrugged.

“No it’s fine. I handle myself. So I heard you got on the tourney team?” You asked, trying to change the subject.

“Yeah, Coach said I had raw talent.” He puffed out his chest and you sent him a small smile. “Oh. We and Mal made these: chocolate chip cookies. I thought I would offer you one.” Jay looked at the ground and you thought you saw worry In his eyes.

“I’m good. I prefer Peanut butter cookies, but I know Ben loves chocolate. What’s wrong Jay?” You frowned up at him as his face fell.

“Oh it’s um, it’s nothing.”

“Come on, you can tell me,” you looked at him in worry.

“It’s nothing. Hey, maybe we can hang out later?” Jay looked down at you with a smile.

“How about a deal? You win the game, and we hang out.” You grinned at him and he smirked.

“You’re on!”

“Hey lost girl, you going to cheer for us at the game?” Ben laughed from behind you.

“Us? As in You, Jay, Carlos, and Andy yes.” You rolled your eyes at Ben and he grinned.

“Wait you’re a cheerleader?” Jay snickered incredulously.

“Oh, please. I’d rather give myself up to Hook! Ben just keeps insisting I try out.” I grumbled and crossed my arms, huffing a piece of my hair out of my face.

“Well, I know who you should cheer for! Ma-” Ben began but Jay clapped a hand over Bens mouth.

“Um, Mal wants you to sit by her at the big game, yeah, Mal wants (Y/N) to sit by her and Evie,” he shouted that part extremely loud and you placed your hands on your hips. “Ben, why don’t you go get the other guys ready to practice?” Jay rambled and shoved Ben in the other direction.

“What was that?” You quirked an eyebrow at the son of Jafar.

“That? Oh well, I wanted to be the one to tell you?” He stated, but it sounded more like a question.

“I’ll see you after the game, VK, remember to win, I’m looking forward to hanging out with you,” you smiled warmly and swung your bag over your shoulder, making your way over to Mal and Evie.

For some reason, you were really hoping Jay would win that game, and had a smile stuck on your face.

“Woah, someone’s crushing.” Mal snickered and you snapped out of your reverie.

“No! I’m not! I just want the Guys to win is all!” You defended, a little too quickly and The two girls shared a look.

“Yeah, sure…”

As you were talking to the girls, Jay was watching you with a smile on his face.

He was going to win this game, that was for certain.

Hungry (M)

Requested by: @ioannadrit Hello dear I hope you like this <3

Characters: Kim Hanbin (BI, iKon), You (Reader/OC)

Genre: Smut

Warning/s:  Kitchen Counter Dirty Sex, Spanking, Choking, Hair Pulling, Everything OH GOSH THIS IS MY PASS TO HELL TYVM

Length: 2,284 words

Plot:   You are cooking dinner for you and your boyfriend because he texted you that he’s hungry.  However, when he gets home, you’ve realized that he’s actually not hungry for food.

A/N:  I personally think that I went a bit overboard but yeah I am always like that so I hope you enjoy and I apologize about any errors.


”Jagiiiii, I am hungry :(!!!”

You smiled as you read your whiny boyfriend’s text message.  After such a long time, finally, he’ll be able to stay in again with you for the night.

For the last six months, Hanbin has been very busy with their group’s debut.  You’ve been together for a little over a year, and you are pretty happy about it.  You already know the consequences of dating an idol and you understand your boyfriend’s situation.  Despite his busy schedule, he would always make sure to make time for you and visits you every now and then.  With that, you’re satisfied and would never ask for more.

After you’ve responded that you’re going to prepare his favorite, you started grabbing ingredients from the fridge as you wait for the rice to cook.  You would like to make this night special and Hanbin should be more than satisfied once he tastes your prepared food.

While you are boiling some water, you began chopping the pork and the vegetables that you’ll put in to the soup.  You grabbed the kimchi from the fridge and put it on top of the kitchen counter.  You went back to the stove and began putting the ingredients in the boiling water, making sure that the soup won’t spill.  You began stirring while you drop the potatoes and meat on the pot.  You closed the lid and went to the kitchen counter to clean some of the mess that you have created while chopping and preparing.

Because of how focused and busy you are with your food preparations, you didn’t even notice the front door opening and your boyfriend coming in, dropping his bag on the floor.  He removed his shoes and coat and proceeded to the kitchen as soon as he smelled the enticing scent of what you are cooking.

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Biscuit | Alfie Solomons

This was just going to be a snippet but i love dogs so much it turned into a full blown essay. Also, I feel like this is the same girl from ‘The Messenger Boy’ imagine.

“Alf… you’ve got a dog.”

“I do love, yeah.” Alfie half mumbled in return with a toothbrush lodged in his mouth. You could smell the peppermint from where you leant in the doorframe. He was half dressed and there was a dog sat to his side turning its head with every movement Alfie made.

“Since when.”

“Oh, ages.”

“Ages? Was he here when I stayed over last?”

“Yeah, love, he was, yeah.”

“Why didn’t I see him?”

“Oh, he comes and goes as he pleases, don’t he.”

“… so he ain’t your dog?”

“No, he is, right. He just lets ‘imself in an’ out.”

You looked at Alfie a little baffled as he leant down to spit out toothpaste and rinse the sink.

“What’s his name then?”


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Summary: Steve Rogers, CEO of Rogers Inc. is famous for being cold and calculated. Rarely did he smile, and when he did, only few saw. The exception, however, was when his girlfriend accompanied him to the annual company Christmas party. 

A/N: I have no idea what makes me love the idea of Steve as a CEO, but someone’s gotta write this AU. Happy reading!

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader.

Everybody thought they knew Steve Rogers. They knew he didn’t smile very often, they knew he was good at making money, and they knew he was infamous for never settling for a girlfriend. That’s just the way he was, or so people thought. 

He grew up in a strict household with a father who loved people, but never seemed to be able to pay bills on time. His mother was the one who had to scrape up enough money to put Steve through education as well as put a roof over their heads. Growing up, he observed that his father enjoyed talking to people in bars while getting tipsy, making new friends all over town, and chose the company of his friends over his family’s. 

Steve didn’t think anything was wrong until he saw his mother crying from frustration one night in the kitchen when he was supposed to be upstairs, sleeping. He wanted a glass of water and saw the lights were turned on. He crept, slowly, until he saw his mother with her head in her hands and he could see her shoulder slumped. He listened as she wept and blew her nose. Steve walked up to his mother and offered her a hug, and he promised her he’d turn out nothing like his father. 

He kept his promise. Although he launched his career at nineteen, became a millionaire by twenty-one, and was able to pay his bills, he lacked the happy-go-lucky characteristics his father had. Instead, Steve locked himself in his office while everyone went home. He didn’t have many friends outside of the work place and didn’t go with his employees to the local bar when it was happy hour. 

But he found you while grabbing a cup of coffee in a new coffee house. He knew the faces of everyone who visited the small, mom and pop coffee house at six in the morning, but yours wasn’t a familiar face. There you were, patiently waiting for your order, when Steve saw you. His breath hitched and he swore time had stopped and you were the only thing he could see. He couldn’t help himself. Steve introduced himself to you and, although you knew who he was, you never mentioned it. You were surprised that someone the media made out to be harsh talked to your first. It didn’t take long until Steve asked you to be his girlfriend and you didn’t hesitate to say yes.

The company Christmas party was something every employee looked forward to. Not only was there a good selection of alcohol to choose from, but the hard work and long work days seemed to disappear. Everyone got along with each other. This was the first party you’d attend at Steve’s company since you met. 

Steve apologised profusely when he wasn’t able to pick you up before the party started. Something from work came up and he explained that he had to handle it then and there, otherwise he’d have a big problem when he came back to work next week. You didn’t mind. You ran late as well, and let him know. Steve laughed when he read your text. It seems that the world didn’t want the both of you to enter together for some unknown reason. 

Steve sat by the bar and ordered a drink. He thanked the bartender and tipped her well before turning his eyes to the sea of people. He scanned everyone to see some familiar faces: Tony Stark and James Barnes, two of the richest people in America, other than Steve. He made his way to the men and sipped his drink as he approached. 

“Evening, boys,” he greeted. 

“Nice party, Steve,” Tony replied. “I thought I knew how to throw one, but you’ve got this down to a science.” 

“I’ve got a lot of talented minds under my wing, both inside and outside of the office.” 

“Got anyone special you want to kiss under the mistletoe?” James teased, assuming Steve would grunt and spend this night alone. Before he could answer, Stephanie, one of the women working at the front desk approached him.

“Steve,” she purred. “Hi.” Steve knew that some of the girls in the workplace vied for his attention. He caught on to their attempts at flirting, but he had one girl on his mind: you. 

“Hello, Stephanie,” Steve said, his face expressionless.

“Care to dance?” she asked. 

“No thank you.” Steve turned his back and continued his conversation with James and Tony. 

“Steve!” another girl yelled a few minutes later. He turned around and saw that the girl was followed by a few other women, who were all somewhat tipsy. 

“Loosen up,” she said, stroking his arm with her hand. “You never seem to have any fun.”

“I do have fun,” he huffed. The girls pouted. 

“Not with us!” one yelled over the music. Steve resisted the urge to roll his eyes. 

“Please?” one pleaded. 

“Yeah, will you dance with us?” pleaded another. 

“Just dance with them,” said Tony. “I mean, you have these beautiful ladies in front of you. If you don’t dance with them, I will.”  But just then, the elevator doors opened and you entered the room. 

Steve’s eyes met yours. The corners of his mouth turned upwards when he spotted you not far away from where he was standing and looked at you. You wore a red dress with a gold belt around you and he thought you looked more radiant and more beautiful than any girl in the room. You smiled when you saw Steve and made your way towards him. 

“Maybe you should,” Steve said as he handed his drink to James. James started to protest, but then he, Tony, and the girls wondered why he was smiling all of the sudden. 

They watched as Steve embraced you with a loving hug before he picked you off of the ground. You squealed in delight and he set you back down on the floor, pressing a kiss onto your cheek. You linked your arm in his and he led you back to the group. 

“Who’s this?” James asked, his eyebrow raised. 

“This is Y/N, my girlfriend.” His smile grew as the word ‘girlfriend’ left his mouth. 

“Girlfriend? My, my, Steve Rogers. It looks like someone broke the big bad wolf.” You laughed and stuck your hand out to James, then Tony. You turned to the girls who were gaping at you and offered your hand, but they scoffed and walked away. 

“I’m sorry?” you said, confused as you watched them leave. 

“Don’t mind them,” Tony said. “They’re just jealous because Steve didn’t want to dance with them. Looks like he was waiting for you.” You turned to Steve and grinned. 

“What a sweetheart,” you said. 

“Aren’t you just the cutest thing?” he asked, kissing your nose. 

“Okay, okay,” James said, pretending to gag. “You lovebirds go and dance out of my sight. I’ve had enough for one night.” Steve laughed and James’ joke and he led you to the dance floor. He asked the DJ to play a slow song and Steve wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer to his body. 

“This is nice,” you said as he soothingly swayed you back and forth. 

“Mm, I agree. I couldn’t ask for anything better than my girl in my arms where all the girls can see,” he said. You smiled. 

“For someone who said he didn’t like affection, you sure are affectionate.” 

“Maybe it’s just with you,” he teased. 

You noticed the girls that were around Steve when you came into the party were glaring at you as they danced with their partners. Steve seemed to notice them too and used his finger to move your head so that you stood face to face. 

“You’re the only girl I need,” he said. “Those other girls can compete of my attention all they want, but I only have eyes for you.” You were about to speak, but Steve leaned in and you closed your eyes. His lips touched yours ever so softly and it felt like the clouds were touching your lips. His arms held you tightly against him and your arms found their way around his neck. Steve wanted this moment to last forever and grinned when you both needed to pull away for a breather. 

“You’re such a good kisser,” you said with your eyes still closed. Steve laughed and pressed another short, but sweet kiss to your lips. 

“I can never get enough of those.” 

a tale of the heart; a.a.

PROMPT; in which archie andrews finds himself comforting a distraught and heart-broken girl while his feelings for her grow ever faster.

PAIRING/CHARACTERS; archie andrews x reader (towards the end), a minor oc, betty cooper, veronica lodge and mentions of jughead jones.

WARNINGS; sadness, heartbreak, feels, angst, that sort of thing.


Originally posted by storycrackimagines

Archie had met you on the second day of the second month of second grade, when you had stared at him for two seconds then stuck your tongue out at him for the equivalent time.

And he’s had the biggest crush on you since.

He didn’t know when or how it happened. All he remembered was spilling the beans to Jughead in eighth grade, on the second day of the second month of that school year.

Since then, Jug’s kept him mouth shut around you, but whenever it was just him and Archie, he was teasing the hell or of him.

“Make any moves on Juliet, Romeo?” he would ask, or maybe something like, “Aren’t you supposed to be a Casanova? Why haven’t you asked her out yet?”

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I Mean What I Say.

Dean Ambrose/OC/AJ. Styles- Dean said don’t lose the match for us, yet here we are with a loss.

Warnings: a slight daddy kink, little bit of choking, PRAISE KINK BLESS

Also shoutout to the people who wanted to tagged in my future writings @the-geekgoddes @vebner37 @llowkeys

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anonymous asked:

I've been hoping for just one more kagehina from you but there doesn't seem to be any sign of that,,, I mean it's fine, artists should totally draw whatever they want! But wow it's really surprising that you just stopped drawing a ship like that? May I ask why?

hmm you could say that i was pushed into it. you really want to know why? okay, then i’ll rant a bit 💦

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Alec Lightwood Christmas Imagine: Miracle Night


Summary: Reader wants make cookies and Alec offers help even though he has never been nice to reader. They have good time and end up watching movies, which will lead them to something even better.

Word count: 1947

Originally posted by cloudycassy

“By the angel! This is nightmare!” I muttered under my breath as I opened another shelf, but there was no flour. 

I moved to the last one, praying to find it there. As I opened it, I smiled to myself and took out the pocket with flour.

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My Queen

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson



Imagine: You went to Camille’s birthday party, where you had a lovely night, but, on the way back to your house, a bad guy gets to you. Lucky for you, you have an Original to your hero.

Word Count: 3K 

The night in New Orleans was pretty darn cold when you left your building to walk towards the Rousseau’s in order to celebrate Camille’s birthday. She had invited you a week ago and said it would be only a small gathering of friends, which was why you agreed on going. Otherwise, since you hated the idea of huge parties (they were incredibly loud and filled with inconvenient people), it was very likely you would blow this thing off.

A shudder invaded your body and you tried warm yourself by rubbing your hands on the gift you were carrying. It was just a couple of psychology books, nothing special, but the kind your friend would appreciate it. Matter fact, the blonde was so sweet that she would not mind it if you swung by empty handed.

One particular circumstance bothered you, though. Cami became friends, a while ago, with a very… Different man. Klaus Mikaelson, the guy’s name, was new in town when he met her. Yet, she soon was converted to his favourite obsession. The man followed her to work and home, completely taking out her privacy. It was an abusive, sick thing. So, one day, the words just slipped, asking why O'Connell would not get a restraining order or so, forbidding him to keep harassing her. The woman softly smiled, padding on your back, and said it was complicated, nearly useless, to do that.

And, for short period of time, you got yourself wondering why would Camille say something like that. However, considering no one eased your doubt, you decided it was time you did your own research, so that you would discover what was his secret, why no one seemed to have the strength to fight him off. It was when Klaus noticed you, a witty tiny human who had the guts to look upon his past. Of course he would develop interest on you. It was so clear now… The man was keen to people who challenged him, who intrigued him, which was exactly what you offered.

Unfortunately, his crush on you was not what concerned you. Oh, no. That was the least of your problems… What really troubled you was your own feelings. Because, ever since he started to fancy you, Klaus Mikaelson had been a true gentleman. Sending lovely gifts alongside breath taking letters, also, any time the man approached you, your heart started to race on your chest. Your cheeks turned red and, heck, you started to stutter. It was ridiculous.

A stupid tune began to play, announcing a call. You swiftly snatched the phone out of your back pocket, answering it right away.

“Hello?” You said, glancing over the pub that was only a few inches far from where you stood.

Are you running late?” A tender voice asked, gently.

“Oh, hi, Cami. No. Actually, I’m just outside the Rousseau’s.”

Ah, then I guess this was one hell of unnecessary call.

“There’s no problem.” You giggled, happily. “Uh, I should hang up. I’m coming in.”


Her voice ceased and you watched yourself pondering before getting inside. What if he was in there? Standing with his cocky smirk and a glass of whiskey in one hand? Or what if today was the day? The day when you would let it all go and just accept the love Klaus said he had for you? So many unresolved issues haunting your mind… You felt like you were about burst.

It was no time to be a coward, though, so you swallowed your fear and took another step towards the place.

“Hey!” The blonde cheered, seeing you standing by the door. “Come on in. Everyone is waiting!”

Camille dragged you to the bar, where a bunch of her friends were. So far, Davina was the only one you recognised. She waved at you and a hint of smile curved her lips. The brown haired girl was such a nice kid, despite all the pain and loss she had to face. You admired her for that.

Your attention was soon stolen by the awesome bartenders who were fixing up cool drinks. Two seconds after that, Cami babbled an excuse and went to back to stock your gift among the others she had received, leaving you all alone.

“May I keep you company?” A deep voice whispered, making you jitter. “It’s sad to see a beautiful lady like yourself so alone at a party.”

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Perfect - Reggie X OC

[A/N: Despite what this title of this fic is called it is anything but perfect! So this was a first attempt at writing some fluffy Reggie fic, I also went for an OC rather than a reader because it’s kind of my preferred style. It isn’t fully inspired by Ed Sheeran’s - Perfect however I did listen to it a lot whilst writing this fic! Also guys its like 3:30 am, I need some sleep. Without further ado.]

Word Count: 1979

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The Contest-Part 28

To celebrate Supernatural’s 15th season, the producers have decided to hold a contest to cast an unknown in a recurring role as Sam’s rumored love interest.  They are doing open casting calls all over the country.  Your best friend Nikki wants to go and she drags you along.

A/N: My inspiration for Nikki is the one and only Red, AKA @oriona75.  So I am actually telling two stories here, Jared and Readers, and Sam and Gemini’s.  It flips back and forth, so try and keep up! :)

Characters: Jared Padalecki, Reader, Best friend Nikki(OC) Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Mark Sheppard, Mark Pellegrino, Rory Montgomery (OC), PA Emily (OC) Cliff, Other Supernatural cast and crew

Master List

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

The next morning we all had early call times so Jared, Jensen, and I were going to ride in together. Jared and I were already in the car when Jensen came down.  He hesitated a moment before getting in.  He looked first at Jared, then at me.  “We good here?” he asked shortly.

Jared just nodded. I blew out an annoyed breath.  “Yes, DAD we are all good here.  Now, will you get in the damn car so we aren’t all late for work?” I snapped.

“Touchy, touchy,” Jensen muttered as he settled himself in the front seat and we finally headed to the studio.  Jared had been very quiet all morning, and I was wondering what was going through his mind.

“You okay, Jare?” I whispered

“Yeah, I’m just tired. Someone kept me up late last night,” he said with a grin.

I pulled at the collar of my shirt, showing him my neck. “The girls in makeup are gonna LOVE me today.  Lots of stuff to cover up.”

I heard Jensen snort from the front seat. “Somebody a little rough last night?” he questioned with that shit-eating grin of his.

“Stuff it, Ackles,” I responded, and then stuck my tongue out at him for good measure.

I looked over at Jared, and I noticed he was reading today’s call sheet. He didn’t look happy. “Your shooting with Rory today?” He said quietly.

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Safe {16}

Past!Dean x Reader - {OC} Matt x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Yelling, Arguing, Jealous!Dean

Words: 2,870

Previous Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15

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One More Time (Newt x Reader)

One More Time (Newt x Reader) -Angst

Summary: You were in love with Newt from the moment you met him, but he was unavailable to you. So you settled for being best friends. Newt has a bad habit of saying I love you to you and nothing pissed you off more. 

Word Count: 2520 - I know short haha :)) -

Characters: Reader, Newt, Alby, Thomas, Winston, Gally, Chuck Teresa, Minho, Ben, Frypan, and Aiden (OC)

Warnings: light swearing, homophobia, gayness, character death, use of gun, slight gore, implied mentions of sex, and slight pyromania

Author’s Note: I know this took me forever because I’m a shitty person and a procrastinator plus I mean I started all over again. Anyways props to @writing-obrien to helping me edit and for being literally the best person ever. 

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Wild World (Chapter One)

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Harry Styles Fanfic

Brooklyn placed bartender, Cora Philips, meets Harry Styles one stormy night. Both of them had no idea they would change each others lives forever.

Warnings: None, eventual smut in upcoming parts.

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A Little Wicked - Part 2

Chibs x Vivi (oc)

Warnings:: swearing, character death mention, violence mention, wee bit of smut.

“Maybe this was a bad idea.” I said, staring at the Red Woody studio. Lyla gave me a little slap on the arm and rolled her eyes.

“It’s a great idea. It’s an actual date, Vivi.” She gave me a little push forward.

I gave tiny steps, Lyla still pushing me. I could hear the loud music coming from inside the studio, loud enough to drown the sounds from the boats on the docks. Harley bikes were parked to the left, a lot more than there usually were and I remembered Lyla telling me earlier that the Tacoma charter was down in Cali for club bussiness.

“Yeah, come to think of it, I don’t do dates.” I stopped suddenly, grabbing Lyla to make her look at me. “In the three years you’ve met me how many times have you seen me go on dates?”

“Exactly. You need it. You called me just to tell me how Chibs hit on you this morning.”

“That’s cause I’m a crow eater.”

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anonymous asked:

Angst to fluff of bakugou/ izuku/ denki/ kirishimas insomniac s/o who, no matter what the fuck they do, just don't sleep and if they take meds they kick in to late and are half dead in class so the can't do anything about it. (This is happening to me rn fucking school dude)

((damn dude me n my insomniac ass feels u… im so sleepy my guy))

“[Name], are you fucking kidding me?” Bakugou snapped as your head hit the desk for the umpteenth time today. “If you’re gonna use medicine, it should at least work, right? I mean damn, is it really that bad?”
You rubbed your eyes, trying hopelessly to blink the sleep out of them. “I know, I know. I take it at night when I’m supposed to, but it doesn’t start to work until right about now. Maybe I should see if they do night classes here or something, that might work” you mumbled.
Bakugou folded his arms across his chest. “No. You being half-conscious all the damn time is pissing me off, so we’re gonna do it my way.”
“Oh really? How do you figure?”
“You’re gonna stay in my room tonight, and you’re gonna go the fuck to sleep and that’s that.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? What makes you think you can make me sleep?”
“I don’t fucking know! Let’s watch a shitty movie! Listen to music! Hell, I’ll just hold you all night if I’ve gotta, just get some damn sleep!”
You felt your lips curl into a soft smile. “You? Cuddling with me all night? How could I turn that offer down?”
“Shut up!”

Izuku started with a gentle tap on your shoulder. When that didn’t work, a small shake. And when that failed, he poked your cheek. “[Name], lunch is almost over, you need to wake up.”
“Nnn… Izuku? Why’re you waking me up? I was sleeping so well.”
“Can you really not sleep at night at /all/? Why not take sleeping pills or something?”
“I do, but they don’t work when they need to, so I guess I’m stuck sleeping on a desk.”
“That sounds awful! Do you think it’s an internal thing, or is something wrong with your bed, or…?”
“Nah, I’m just a total insomniac. Not much I can do about it, just gotta deal, you know?”
Izuku looked at you with big eyes and a creased forehead, like he always did when he was worried. “I remember my mom gave me some weird spray or something to help with sleep before we moved into the dorms. I really have no use for it, would you like to borrow it? Or, uh, I think there’s that girl in class B with a sleep Quirk, maybe you could ask her to help? Or—”
You pressed a kiss onto his forehead, grinning when his cheeks turned pink. “I think I’d like to borrow that spray, if you don’t mind, Izuku. Thank you.”
You had to hold back a laugh watching him stumble over his own tongue. “A-anytime, [Name]. I want you to feel better, and that means sleep, right?”
“Hmmm, right. You’re right on that, Izuku.”

“So, that means I can sleep now, right?”
“No, class is still starting.”

“So then I told him that if he really thinks he could just — are you okay? Are you falling asleep again?”
“Wha? Shit, Kaminari, I’m sorry, it’s been real bad lately. Can’t sleep a wink except for when I need to be awake. What were you saying?”
“… [Name], I think this might be a problem. You can’t focus on anything during the day, and at night you’re just sitting at the kitchen table staring off into the distance.”
“Well, there’s not much I can really do about it, if the melatonin won’t work. I’m just gonna be awake, I guess.”
Kaminari quirked an eyebrow, signature half-smirk creeping onto his face. “Hey, I could come sleep with you, if you want, huh? You up for that?”
You had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing at the fake-smooth expression on your boyfriend’s face. “Ah, all innuendo aside, that sounds great.”
“Yeah! As in, actual sleeping. Like we just lay down and be quiet and just try to sleep, does that sound good?”
Despite your innocent request, Kaminari’s cheeks were softly glowing pink. “Er—I—Yeah! That sounds good! I’ll always be happy to keep you company, of course.”
“Haha, thanks babe.”
“…Plus your mattress is nicer, so…”
“Oh, fuck off.”

The Contest-Part 4

To celebrate Supernatural’s 15th season, the producers have decided to hold a contest to cast an unknown in a recurring role as Sam’s rumored love interest. They are doing open casting calls all over the country. Your best friend Nikki wants to go and she drags you along.

Characters: Reader, Best friend Nikki (OC), Nursing Supervisor Anne, Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, other Supernatural cast and crew

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing about Jared and Jensen and the show.  Please be gentle as I am a delicate flower LOL.  For the purposes of this story, Jared and Misha are both divorced.  No hate please! I’m sure Gen and Vicki are lovely!

Part 1 (All parts are linked)

My plane left early the next morning, because I started my 3 twelve hour shifts on Sunday. I had hardly slept as I spent the night weighing the pros and cons of taking the job. Nikki knew the decision was being made on Friday, and she had called and texted so many times I had lost count. I just didn’t have the energy to deal with her right now, so I hadn’t responded.

When my text alert went off while I was on the plane I expected to see Nikki’s number again.  I was surprised to see a number I didn’t recognize.

Please take the job Y/N.

Who is this? How did you get my number?

It’s Jared. I got your number from Simon.

Seriously, Jared? Why are you even up so early? What time is it there?

The kids are visiting me. Yeah, it’s really early.

How old are they?

3,5 and 7

Wow, your lucky they let you sleep at all

They live with their Mom in Texas, but I see them whenever I can.

How long have you been divorced?

2 years

Crap, I have to go. Seriously, Y/N. Take the job. You’ll make an amazing Gemini.

You’ll be the first to know Soulmate, I promise! ;)

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Imagine this scenario.

Hide is pretty popular with his classmates and his peer, even his senpais are drawn to him. He’s a fun guy to be around, and he’s hilarious. He’s like a light and everyone else is a moth. But things started to change halfway through high school after a certain incident occurred. 

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