Slow Responses.

Why can’t this be Love? - Chpt.1

Summary: You’ve never really fit in, despite trying, despite being on the cheerleading team, despite awkwardly socialising with the popular crowd. It’s not for you - these people aren’t for you. Yet, you don’t know how to escape! Do you continue following a dead end? Or finally break away?

The answer is made for you after your ‘date,’ a boy on the basketball team, bails on you, and uninvites you from some stupid basketball after party. Whatever, that’s fine. But what’s not fine is the agonisingly long walk home. Oh, in the dark, late at night!

However, your saviour finds you, and not only does he save you from walking home alone, but the conflicting feelings that you’ve spent the last few years with.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Cheerleader Reader

Reader Description: Reader is female and uses she/her pronouns. Not much detail is given about her appearance, other than she wears heavy eyeliner, and is clearly an outcast that is trying to fit in.

Word count: 1.8k

Tags: Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Slow burn, Awkward flirting, Drinking, Angst, Comfort, Generic High School Bullying, Denial of feelings, Feelings realisation.

[Chapter 2]  [Read on AO3]

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Summer (Frankie “Catfish” Morales x Reader)

gif via @little-ms-fandom

summary: You spend a summer falling in love with Frankie.

warnings: mentions of past drug abuse, light sexual themes/references, alcohol, fluff

rating: R

word count: 4.312k

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What He Doesn't Know Won't Hurt Him

Pairing: Loki x Stark!Reader

Summary: You and Loki had been doing a fairly decent job at keeping your relationship a secret from the other members of the team, specifically your father. But what happens when word finally gets out?

Word Count: 4,480

Warnings: fluff, implied smut, angst

a/n: This gif, that is all

You had your music playing at full volume as you worked your way around the lab, your latest suit laid out on the table. It was almost finished and you were more than impressed with how it had turned out.

Grabbing one of the many tools strewn out on the tabletop, you got to work assuring each circuit was in place.

It was fair to say that whilst you were in one of your zones, you could easily get lost in your work. Which was probably the reasons you hadn’t noticed Loki make his way into the lab.

You jumped slightly when two slender arms wrapped around your middle. “Loki,” you scolded, not taking your eyes away from your work. “I’m busy.”

He chuckled. “I can see that, dove,” he purred. “But I’m bored.”

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10 Things I Hate About You (Chapter One) - (Young)Sirius Black Imagine

A/N: hello dearies! alright! so here it is! I’m not even sure how this turned out or how it’s going to continue so I’ll really need some feedback! haha hope I did a good job! so, here it is! thank you all of you who voted! sorry about the ones that your favorite didn’t make it :( but like I said they could still be used for another story! so… here we go! :D THANK YOU SO MUCH @theboyswithasparebitofparchment​ for the amazing artwork!!!!!!!!!

Request - Could you maybe do a young Sirius Black one shot thing? Where y/n and Sirius are both in the same year in Gryffindor, but are well known for being enemies and hating one another? They have similar personalities but always go out of their way to make the others lives as difficult as possible, and are often found arguing or causing some kind of scene and annoying each other? Somehow eventually end up finding out they like each other?

- Hi! Can I have a Sirius imagine where the reader is James’ twin sis. She and Sirius have a hate-hate relationship. One day he pranks her and she really feels humiliated. Sirius tries to apologize but they start fighting and he confesses his feelings.

Warnings: some adult themes, I guess. mentions of sex… nothing too explicit but, yeah…

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter

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10 Things I Hate About You

I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair

“Please!”

“No.”

“But James!”

“No!”

“I’m your sister!”

“And I called Moony as my partner! There will be no switching! You know I will fail Potions if he’s not my partner!”

“But I don’t want to be partners with Sirius!”

“Why not? Padfoot’s not that bad at Potions” James told his sister as they walked to their class.

“Is not that he’s bad or not it’s that he’s… well, Sirius!”

“Well, if you would’ve let me partner with my Lily flower, you could’ve partnered with Moony and none of this would’ve happened in the first place” James complained.

“First of all, don’t call her Lily flower, she hates that” (Y/N) stated. “Second, it is not my fault that Lily wanted to partner with Snape!”

“Well, then it is not my fault that Moony wanted to partner with me!”

“He didn’t want to partner with you! You forced him!”

“I didn’t do such a thing!”

“Guys, I’m standing right here!” Remus complained talking for the first time. Everyone knew better by now than to interfere in a discussion between the Potter twins.

“Remus, please be my partner” (Y/N) begged with puppy eyes.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N), Prongs asked me first” he said apologetically. “Besides, Padfoot it’s actually quite good at Potions he just doesn’t like to admit it” he told her.

When the three of them reached the classroom, they spotted Sirius in his and (Y/N)’s desk locking lips with his latest well, let’s call it ‘date’ who was sitting on the desk while practically wrapping her legs around Sirius. (Y/N) turned to look back at her brother and Remus pleadingly one last time but they both only smiled at her shaking their heads and walked to the table behind Sirius. She sighed frustrated and made her way over to the couple.

“Ahem” she cleared her throat making the couple jump apart. Marlene’s face flushed a little but Sirius only seemed annoyed.

“May we help you, Potter?”

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All That Matters

Rating: PG-13 (For language)

Summary: (Friends to lovers; Christmas fic!) It was obvious to everyone just how much you loved Frankie but the last thing you wanted to do was come on too strong and ruin one of the best friendships you’d ever had. So, you were content to keep him as a friend rather than risk losing him forever. Frankie takes it upon himself to make the first move.

Pairing: Frankie x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Word Count: 6.7k (…whoops)

Santiago Garcia’s house, situated at the corner of two residential streets but closer to the city than any of the rest of your friends, had become the unofficial headquarters for all of your group activities. Movie nights, sporting event watch parties, weekend bonfires, holiday parties, birthdays, drinking in his backyard just because; the occasion really didn’t matter. It all saw you - along with the four men you now considered to be some of your closest friends and some odd combination of additional guests - scattered around the Garcia residence.

You liked to believe that it was because Santi was the unofficial social chair of your friend group. He often took it upon himself to plan get-togethers that dragged you all away from the hustle and bustle of your daily lives in order to spend a few moments together to unwind. Whatever the reason, you couldn’t say that you minded. The more often he hosted at his place, the less often you wound up at the same shitty dive bar or, worse, hosting at your own place.

Most weekends saw you at Santi’s, listening to to the guys recount the events of their weeks or reminisce about the past with a beer in hand and a smile on your lips. It was always nice, an easy way for you to unwind after a hectic week of work and responsibility, and the promise of those easy Saturday nights was often what got you through an especially tough work week.

The promise of getting to spend your nights curled up on the swing in Santiago’s backyard next to a certain pilot didn’t really hurt any, either.

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Comedy of Errors Pt. 1

Based off this post, I had to write a short drabble haha it's been eating at my brain ALL DAY.

Part 2 here

Aemond x drunk!reader | hilarity ensues

You were very drunk.

It wasn't often you indulged, but tonight Aegon had successfully persuaded you to down goblet after goblet of wine until the hour grew late and your vision swam before your bleary eyes.

Your husband, throwing a last exasperated look to his elder brother, helped you rise from the table. "Y/N, put your arm around my shoulders. No, my shoulders, Y/N."

With a long-suffering sigh, Aemond grabbed your limp wrist, pulling your arm over his shoulders himself. You giggled madly, egged on by Aegon's tipsy cackles. It was just the three of you remaining in the dining hall, Helaena had long since made her escape back to her chambers.

It was with difficulty Aemond maneuvered you both around the oaken table and to the door. "Good night you two!" Aegon called after your retreating forms, raising another full cup to toast a farewell, sitting now alone inside the firelit hall.

Aemond had indulged in one glass of wine, switching to water for the rest of the evening. He had watched with increasing alarm at how quickly you'd inhaled each refill of your own drink, casting warning glares to his brother whenever Aegon refilled your cup enthusiastically.

You were having a tough time walking, much less being able to see the details of where you were being led. Your voice slurred as you tried to speak to the man helping you to your rooms. "I can quite manage on my own, thank you oh generous lord...lady...whoever you are." You ran a hand along Aemond's chest letting out a giggle. "Lord it is. You're a man."

"Last time I checked." Aemond said dryly, hoisting you back upright as your knees buckled slightly, opening the door to your shared bedroom and guiding you through before relinquishing his hold on you. "I am also your husband."

You collapsed onto the couch. "My husband." You smiled dreamily; eyes taken in by the dancing flames of the fireplace. "My husband is a dragon, you know."

"Is he indeed." Aemond crouched before you to unlace your shoes, smiling slightly as you continued.

"Oh yes." You lifted a heavy foot to aid in the removal of your shoes, your feet aching. "He's tall, like this tall." You raised a limp hand into the air above your head. "His hair is gorgeous. It's ridiculous really, he refuses to tell me the secret."

"Mhm. Go on."

"Yeah...so silky and long...it's not fair. He's smart, like book smart you know?" You tapped your temple with a finger.

"I do." Aemond was making a valiant effort to keep a straight face as he looked up at you from the rug, kneading small circles into the arch of your foot.

"He's brave, he rides Vhagar." You lowered your voice to a whisper at the dragon's name. "The biggest lizard in all the world."

Aemond laughed loudly at that, his voice filling the room. "Does he now? Sounds like quite a man."

"Oh he is." You laid back against the cushions, sighing dreamily, a little trickle of drool running down the corner of your mouth. "He is absolute magic in bed." You sat up again suddenly, swaying as your vision spun. "His cock is about the size of a Pentosi-"

"I think," Aemond interrupted, wiping your mouth with his thumb. "It is quite time for bed, don't you?"

"Mmm, bed." You agreed, trying to stand only to fall back against the sofa, laughing helplessly.

"Here, my love." Aemond, ever patient with you, sat you upright, reaching around your waist to pull at the laces of your dress.

You slapped his hands away, a frown upon your flushed features. "No, no, no, for my husband only."

"Y/N I-"

"No, his hands only touch." You gestured to yourself before raising your arms like a marionette doll. "Help me to bed, Clive."

"I'm having words with Aegon tomorrow." Aemond murmured, knowing that arguing would be useless as he helped you stand and make your stumbling way to the bed.

He tried once more to assist you out of your heavy gown, but you hit at his chest weakly with loose fists. "I'll tell my husband of this behavior; he'll have something to say to you when he finds out."

"Of that, I have no doubt." Aemond sighed, relenting as you shook a stern finger at the bedpost.

You collapsed upon the feather mattress, curling in on yourself as Aemond tucked you into the blankets. He surreptitiously loosened the lacings of your corset so you could at least breathe properly as you slept.

It was not long before your breathing slowed, and you fell into deep slumber.

"That is going to be a hangover sent straight from the seven hells." He muttered, leaning over your sleeping form to place a kiss to your head.

Aemond elected to sleep on the couch that night, fearing you'd wake and panic, thinking a stranger...this mysterious "Clive"...shared your bed. He stoked the fire one last time before changing and settling down under a thin throw blanket. He watched your still body for a time, listening to the occasional soft snores that left your slack mouth, until he too fell into a dreamless sleep, a slight smile still upon his lips.

More To Love

Part one of the More to Love series

More to love: “Marrying Prince Korkie would be your inevitable doom to a life of tea parties and being seen and not heard, why should you agree to that when you’re worth so much more?”

Summary: As war between your homeland of Corellia and the kingdom of Chandrilla is approaching, you, the princess of Corellia agrees to an arranged marriage that would form an alliance with the war kingdom of Mandalore. However, you find yourself falling in love with a man who’s face you’ve never seen and name you’ve never heard.

Warnings: NSFW (more in future chapters), Swearing, War, Arranged Marriage (will be more specific with each part)

Word Count: 6k, NO USE OF ‘Y/N’

Tropes: Royalty AU, Princess x Knight, Arranged marriage, Fantasy AU, Reader-insert, Virgin!Reader, Single father, Din Djarin is your royal guard

Authors Note: WOW I LOVE THIS FIC ALREADY. A few things to keep in mind: Star Wars Canon ages and years are not compliant in this fic, Korkie is much younger than he would be if they were compliant, this is an 18+ fic!! THERE WILL BE SMUT!! Also enjoy me making up a bunch of stuff about Mandalorian Royalty and culture.

Mandalore was one of the wealthiest kingdoms in the land. Their profit off of wars has been revered far and wide, from their sister kingdom Naboo in the south, to their enemy kingdom Coruscant in the west. There have been several wars across history that Mandalore had been in the center of: The legendary Battle between the Sundari Front and Mandalorian Territory, the tireless months spent on the Borders of the ancient civilization of Ach-too, and the most recent war between the forces of Mandalore and the Grand Army of Coruscant. Their involvement has brought nothing but wealth and prosperity for the small kingdom. That is precisely why you, the princess of Corellia, has agreed to an arranged marriage with the Prince of Mandalore.

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Addicted to You

Part 1: The Chain

Summary/Author’s Note: As the sister of veteran turned freelance for hire Santiago “Pope” Garcia, you grew up close to his friends and ex-military squad. Frankie Morales always had your heart, in the same way you always had his–the two of you just never seemed to get the timing right. Trying to escape the violence of a military career based family, you turned to journalism and humanitarian work in war torn countries. But three days ago your crew was ambushed and after three days without any contact, Pope is getting the guys back together for a rescue mission. (Follows Canon events very closely with added character and liberties) Thank you to @winters-buck for headcanoning with me about Frankie and getting me pumped up enough to write this.

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x Pope’s sister!Reader Word Count: 4.6k (idk what happened…) Warnings/rating: (NC-17)/18+ Language, smoking, implied drug use, PTSD, sex/smut, kidnapping, blood, violence, threats, fluff and feelings

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Strange Love

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Word Count: 15k

Summary:  The popular girl mingling with the school’s freak should have been outrageous. Yet you chose him as a quick escape from reality because he seemed to be the only person able to give you what you needed. You had no idea that the escape he offered you would turn into something so much more complicated.

Warnings: Smut, Unprotected Sex, drugs, feels, lots of words

Available on: AO3

Sequel: Part 2

A/N: Okay this author’s note is a little longer but please take the time to read it! When I started this I just wanted to write a small smut fic but Eddie somehow started to have a life on his own and wanted to get feelings and character development in here. I know that 15k words is very intimidating, especially for people like me with a short attention span. Here on Tumblr, you have the whole fic in one go. The chapters are seperated with bold and italic lyric parts so you can just read one part and take a break if necessary. For more reading comfort I would recommend you to check the AO3 link above, I seperated this into actual chapters on there cuz it’s easier to do than here on Tumblr. Enjoy!

Everybody wants to know If we fucked on the bathroom sink How your hands felt in my hair If we were high on amphetamines

“Fuck,” you moaned and the fist in his long hair got even tighter.

He didn’t seem to mind at all.

You had no idea how you ended up here. You were supposed to cheer on the basketball team with your friends, support the cheerleading squad because your best friend was currently a member there.

It was supposed to be a fun night.

And yet you were here in the men’s bathroom furthest away from the gym and the game.

With Eddie Munson.

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No Questions Asked

Author’s Note: MASSIVE thank you to @violentcosmicsymphony and @briefgalaxycat for beta reading this and being such supportive cheerleaders!

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Part one of the Meet Me at Sunrise series

Next Chapter: Return to Me

Words: 725

Warnings: None? Some yearning? Pure fluff and a love letter to Washington, DC

Summary: Even FBI agents need someone to fuss over them. (Marcus Pike x FBI Agent!Reader)

“Sunrise or sunset?”

“Hmm” Marcus rubbed the back of his neck as he thought. “Sunrise. City or country?”

The two of you had been at this for a few hours. Stuck in a car overnight on a stake out, what had started as quizzing each other on their past devolved into a quick-fire game of ‘This or That?’ You had gotten to know Marcus fairly well since he came to the unit six months ago, broken-hearted but hard at work. You quickly came to admire him. Smart, charismatic, funny… and very handsome you had to admit.

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