The Maze Runner Preference: When They Have A Crush On You

Dating Felix from Once Upon a Time would Include....

The first time you traced the scar on his face he got really choked up

After all his years on Neverland, he wasn't used to positive physical contact, and your touch was so soft that he thought he might explode from an emotional overload

Likes to hold your hand when you're walking

Lunch and dinner dates at Granny's!!!

Holding hands over the table

Sharing fries and milkshakes

He only dances when you're alone

So Granny let's you stay past closing so you can use the jukebox

He's the big spoon most nights

But he also likes to be held by you

It makes him feel safe

His sketchbook is filled with drawings of you

You're his favorite subject

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Bestfriendsdad!Steve would take such good care of me I can feel it 😩

he really would 😩 can you imagine how spoiled you would be ‘cause he would just be like “just lie back, princess. let me make you feel good, yeah? you’ve had such a long day.” before he’s between your legs giving you beard burn but he’s also so gentle with his tongue ugh

Can I Have This Dance?

(Gally x Reader)

Requested by the wonderful @ultraintrovertedgryffindor - the idea was just too cute. Plus, I’ve been dying to write something set in the Safe Haven, and this felt like the perfect opportunity! Enjoy!

It has been a few weeks since you and your friends arrived at the Safe Haven, and you were all gradually adjusting to the new chapter in your lives. It wasn’t remotely easy to put everything that’d happened behind you and move on, but you were doing your best to take it step by step. After all, what other choice did you have?

You were never alone, and you were thankful for that. You had your friends, who you knew would always be there to offer a shoulder to lean on and keep your mind from sinking. They were nothing short of family to you. But above all, you had Gally. The one person you loved the most in the world.

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Tired

azriel (acotar) x reader

warnings: mentions of blood, depression

word count: 1809

Sunlight filtered through the curtains of your room and the sound of birds humming filled the room. Groggily, you opened your eyes, surveying the scene. The left side of your bed was cold and empty. Azriel must have had to head up to Windhaven earlier this morning.

Glancing to the window, you saw it was half way open. Azriel’s small gestures never failed to make you smile. He knew you loved the smell of the breeze and the fresh air. It was refreshing. A moment of peace.But recently, it got harder and harder to smile. You put on a front to alleviate suspicion. The last thing you wanted was the inner circle being worried about your problems while they were dealing with other threats.

Swinging your legs over the bed, you felt the cool breeze against them. You made your way to the bathroom, getting ready for the day. You splashed cold water onto your face to try and wake yourself up. You looked in the mirror and saw a stranger staring back. Your disgust and hatred surfaced as your grip tightened on the edge of the bathroom counter. Why were you feeling this way? You wished you could go back to normal, to the happy carefree person you were months ago. That person was nowhere to be seen and you were stuck like this, stuck in your head and your thoughts.

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being human / s. stilinksi

pairing: stiles stilinksi x reader

summary: stiles is in love with y/n, but she has a bit of a problem owning up to the truth. what will she reveal to him once he finds her all beaten at his door?

warnings: violence, blood, like a lil bit of angst, pain

gif not mine !

you would say it’s impossible to lie to stiles. like times where you would steal food or clothes from stiles and he knew but didn’t say anything, only because he found it cute.

but when you lied about the reason why you showed up to his house all beaten to a pulp and covered head to toe in blood and bruises, he couldn’t just stay quiet.

“y/n!,” he opened the door with the rain falling around you as he saw the horrific sight of your beaten down body. “what the hell happened to you?!” he yelled out to you as he grabbed onto your sore body and pulled you in.

you chuckle softly but only to wince in pain seconds later. “oh you know the usual, fed my gremlin at 12 am.” you joked, trying to uplift some of the tension and concern stiles had gathered up.

“are you serious right now?!” he argued with you as he picked you up. “god you are covered in blood...” he whispered to you as he carried you up the stairs towards his room.

he placed your wet body onto his sheets and you groan in pain as you felt parts of your body ache. you clutched onto your calf in terrible pain shot up through your body.

stiles noticed this sudden action and quickly examined your leg. he rolled up the leggings you had on to reveal a big and deep gash on your leg.

“what’s the prognosis doc?” you grumbled as you panted trying not to completely pass out.

“god,” stiles started as he winced in disgust himself. he’s stitched up people and seen a lot of crime scenes but seeing his best friend and girl he’s in love with in pain was ten times worse. “i think you might have to go to an actual doctor y/n.” he looked up from the wound and to your face.

“i-i really didn’t want to trouble you as is stiles.” you gnaw on your lip as you try to control yourself. “i don’t want you to worry about it too much.” you sat up as you gritted your teeth.

“no way in hell i’m letting you out of my sight now.” stiles placed a hand on your shoulder slightly placing you back down on his bed. “stay here, i’ll get some supplies god knows how many times i needed to stitch myself up, takes a lot being the human friend in a wolf pack.” he smirked towards you as you let out a chuckle as he stood up and went towards his bathroom.

while stiles was in the bathroom, you examined the familiar room as you noticed certain changes he had done around. but the one thing that didn’t change, the frames of photos of the trio. we were children and befriended each other to comfort ourselves at times of need and it just brought us closer. you smiled when you noticed it.

you sat up and hissed at the pain slightly. stiles entered the room with the first aid kit and sat beside you yet again. “alright let’s see what i can do.” he whispered slightly.

you ignore the stinging pain as stiles poured the alcohol onto the wound. you looked at stiles and smiled as you saw how focused he was at the opened wound. he began the sterilization of the needle and focusing on stitching the opened wound in front of him.

stiles beautiful face was now concentrated on sewing shut the wound you have caused. but it was so funny looking at him all serious, it wasn’t your first time seeing him all tough but you didn’t mind it. you liked stiles bell you would even say you loved him. but of course you kept to yourself about your emotions because you knew he had that infatuation with lydia.

you barely noticed the needle and string once stiles finished. you were so caught up in your mind, you didn’t even see that stiles was finished. he covered the newly stitched wound with some gauze and rolled on some bandages to keep it in place.

“tomorrow in the morning, i’m taking you to the doctor,” stiles tucked in the loose end of the bandage and looked up. “but for now, let’s get you to bed.” he sighed.

you admired the wrapped calf and was impressed about stiles’s skills. you look at your pants and shirt and realize that you’re still completely soaked in rain and blood.

“here’s a shirt for you, you can change in the bathroom if you’d like,” stiles placed down the black cotton tee on the bed. he looked at you as you scrambled out of bed to get the shirt and stand up. “before you go, i wanna ask. why were you all beaten up in the first place?” stiles raised a brow as you winced at that. you honestly didn’t want to say why you were all bloody.

“uhm i just fell down a... hill.” you lied. you tried to turn away from stiles, trying to end this conversation before it escalated any further. but instead stiles grabbed your wrist and turned you back around.

“y/n, listen to me. i don’t want you to be in trouble just tell me what happened,” stiles pleaded with you but you were so stubborn. “please, y/n i’m your best friend.” stiles begged again. ouch it kinda hurt.

“i c-cant tell you.” you simply said as you stepped back.

“why not? i won’t judge you or look at you any different if you tell me.” stiles just wanted to know you were safe and nothing bad happened to you. he knew you. or he thought he did.

you tried to say something but all you could do was stammer a little trying to answer him. stiles looked at you as he saw you were tearing up.

“y/n, you alright?” he whispered towards you. you wiped the tears from frustration. you wanted to tell him but didn’t want to ruin anything.

“i have to go.” you suddenly answered and ran down the stairs. you heard your name being called as you ran with a injured leg. you felt your whole body suffer a bit as you pushed yourself to run. you felt blood gush out of the newly sewn shut wound. you felt like fainting as you opened the door to the rain and ran to the middle of the road.

you felt a hand grab your wrist as stiles pulled you towards his own body. you crash into his chest as you heaved heavily looking and admiring his features.

“y/n, are you crazy?!” stiles scolded you as you just stared at him.

“a little bit.” you smirked slightly. you felt your heart beat faster in his hold, you noticed his eyes wandering yours as well. you snapped out of your trance when you remembered lydia. you turned your back towards him and took a deep breath.

“will you tell me what’s wrong y/n?” stiles placed a hand on your shoulder.

you close your eyes and try to push words about to come out of your mouth instead, they come spilling out.

“you’ll never understand,” you barely whispered out. “to make a long story short, some sort of gang of girls decided to jump me.” you folded your arms over your chest.

stiles listened and tried to make sense of what’s happening. “did they say why?” he asked you. you nodded. “tell me please.” he stepped closer to you.

you turned around and you both were fully soaked in the rain as your hair was dripping wet. “w-well they did sort of uh... have a thing for you or something because they mainly based it around you...”‘you bit your lip in hesitation.

stiles face dropped and felt guilt build up in his stomach. “all because of me?” he murmured out.

“stiles, no it’s not that you don’t understand.” you argued.

“then what is it? because it’s quite clear that someone hurt you because of me!” he yelled out. you felt yourself get frustrated and you suddenly blurted it out.

“it’s cause i’m in love with you!”

you realized what you said you wanted to run off again but instead as you pulled away you were pulled back to him yet again. he grabbed your wet face and kissed you all so passionately.

you felt everything melt away as you felt like you finally started floating. you were getting dizzy dice to lack of oxygen and pulled away from the kiss. you both heaved as you placed each other’s foreheads on each other.

you smiled as you looked into his eyes. “i’m so in love with you stiles... i always have.”

“so have i.” he smiled as he pulled you back into the kiss.

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i’m not kidding when i say this has been in my drafts forever. i have so many assignments due but i don’t want to do them. hope y’all enjoy it’s a bit basic but hope you like it :)

*The Avengers having a giant sleepover together*

Loki, waking up in the middle of the night: *rolls over*

Loki, opening his eyes: *sees Bruce sleeping next to him*

Loki, freaking out: *whispers* FUCK-

Loki: *slowly shifts away* Alright, everything is perfectly fine-

Bruce, suddenly grabbing hold of him: *hugs him tightly*

Loki: ...shit.

Loki: *tries to wiggle free*

Bruce, squeezing Loki tighter: *Hulk voice* PUNY GOD STAY.

Loki, terrified: *squeaks* I’m staying.

Tony and Thor: *huddles above Loki*

Thor, hand clapped over his mouth: *shakes with laughter*

Tony: *taking a video* Oh, this is DEFINITELY going online.

Loki, squished in Bruce’s arms: I hate all of you.

RIP Remus Lupin. You would’ve loved saying “that sounds like a you problem”

Laced Around Your Throat

Summary: Your Mob boyfriend knows that the only thing that looks even better than his hand around your throat is his custom made necklace. You’re his girl and the world needs to know it. 

Pairing: Mafia!Steve x Reader, Mafia!Bucky x Reader

Word count: 2.5K 

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Smut, 18+, Minors DNI, possessive behavior, exhibitionism, voyeurism,  cockwarming, oral (m receiving), fingering (x 2), choking, very brief daddy kink (mentioned once)

 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘢’𝘥 by the wonderful @whisperlullaby​, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 (𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵) However no permission given to copy, translate, rewrite or post any parts of my stories anywhere (reblogs are great). 

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A/N: Requested. 

Steve runs New York with an iron fist, sharing his wealth and power with his best friend Bucky. His legitimate businesses are lucrative fronts for the state’s largest criminal organizations. Rumors run rampant through the boroughs about the golden hair CEO and the mysterious brunet known only to the public as the Winter Soldier, however, no one dares to say anything too loud.

No one is brave enough to risk his wrath. Louder than the rumors of the mob boss are the whispers about what happens to his enemies. 

He has the police in his pocket, the governor on speed dial, and senators begging for a meeting. 

While people know of Steve Rogers, very few know the man behind his meticulously crafted façade. 

Steve has worked hard to keep his name away from his more nefarious dealings, content to let others take credit for his handiwork. It’s easier for him to rule when people are unaware of everything that he owns. His privacy is more important to him than the notoriety that comes with his status. 

There is one thing, one person, he does claim. 

You.

Oh, Steve loves you. You belong to him. His feral need to claim you that grows more powerful each day. He’s not happy until he’s fucked you senseless, so thoroughly and deeply, that you feel him long after he’s slipped out of your tight warm pussy, his passionate lovemaking leaves you wearing his marks all over your soft thighs and chest. 

It’s a vicious cycle, seeing you marked up makes him want to mark you even more. Hearing you scream out his name as he fucks you makes him go harder until you’re wrecked, overstimulated and limp on the bed. A vicious cycle that you can’t get enough of. Neither can he. 

But nothing compares to how his hand curves perfectly around your throat, your skin painted with bruises from his thick fingers, lips, and teeth. Steve knows only one thing will look better around your throat. 

His name. 

He had the necklace designed by a French artist and handcrafted by an Italian jeweler. The black diamonds woven throughout the collar enhanced the colorful crimson rubies, his name etched in the braided tassel that could be split apart and attached to the ends of the necklace, hanging in loops over your collarbone. 

Or it can be left down, dropping between your breasts, his name twisting with each sway of the chain. When Steve saw how perfectly it fit on you, he knew it was worth every penny, he would spend millions to have more commissioned for you. His girl. 

The night he put it on you, seeing his name on against your skin changed something in him. His alpha side reaching new heights. You watched in awe and heady anticipation as he swiftly removed his clothes, ordering you to stay still. 

“Sweetheart, now is not the time to tease me, I can’t be responsible for what I’ll do.” He swore, his voice deepening the longer he stared at you. 

Steve’s hands trembled with the urge to choke you, his desire to be inside you overwhelming his senses, all he could see was you splayed on his gigantic bed, naked and ready for him. The necklace glinting under the lights; the sight fraying his barely there control. When you tugged on it, murmuring his name, he snapped. 

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Hey! Do you think you could do one where Derek Hale and the reader are watching a scary movie but the reader is scared/hates them? Thank you!

Warning: Derek Hale x reader; No warning, just fluff.

You and Derek were practically one in the same. You were both total badasses in front of people, but when it was just the two of you, you were almost completely different people. The world got to experience your hard act, but Derek saw you for all you were. Even behind the resting bitch face, you were incredible.

The one thing that both surprised and amazed him was your hatred for scary movies. It was just something about the way they would drag the horror out that got you. Your supernatural life consisted of horror and that never seemed to phase you.

Even when sometimes he wanted to be your protector, he was always amazed by how you could handle your own. You were so independent. It amazed Derek how you could take on the big bad world without any help from him, but you could not handle a little horror movie. He enjoyed it though. It was the one time you let him protect you.

He always took advantage of the moment considering it would be the only time you would let him. He would always smile, wrap you up in his strong arms, and hold you while you hide your face in his chest during the scenes you could not handle. When it was his turn to pick a movie for movie night, occasional he picked a scary movie, just to protect you.

You hated when he chose a horror movie, but eventually, you had caught onto what he was doing and simply let him have his moment. It made him happy and it kept you close to him.

"It's okay, baby. It's just a movie." He always reassured you while stroking your hair down and kissing your forehead.

"I don't know how people can watch these." You whimpered, the sound of the woman screaming in the movie filling the room.

Derek glanced at the TV, flinching slightly when the killer finally caught up to her. She was a goner. "I can cut it off if you want?" He offered.

You always considered taking him up on the offer, but you never rained on his parade.

"It's fine. I'll just stay like this." You smiled innocently as you wrapped your arms around his torso, snuggling close to him on the couch. He was such a teddy bear when it came to you.

He grinned to himself, kissing your head as he adjusted the blanket over the both of you and gave your body a gentle squeeze. "I won't let anyone get you." You rolled your eyes playfully at his tease. "I promise."

Touch Starved

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Summary: It’s taken you a while to realise. But Sherlock Holmes is a very touch starved man.

Word Count: 800

Warnings: none, just fluff and soft Sherlock

a/n: It’s been a while since I’ve written for Sherlock and I think it’s about time I go back to my roots :)

You hadn’t noticed it before now.

You hadn’t noticed when his fingers would drag across your palm when you released his hand, almost as if he were hesitant to let you go. You hadn’t noticed when his hold on you tightened and your shirt bunched in his fists each time he had his arms around you. You hadn’t noticed when his eyes softened and slid shut when your hand fondly made its way through his hair.

But now, as you lay together in the quaint living room of 221B it was clear as day. You suddenly couldn’t believe you hadn’t noticed it before. Sherlock Holmes was touch starved.

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