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When Steve Rogers came home from yet another long day of saving lives, kicking butt and taking names, he was extremely relieved that he could just collapse on his nice, warm bed, and be dead to the world for a few hours. The world could survive without Captain America for eight hours. He trudged toward his room in the Avengers' Tower, automatically tensing up when he noticed that his door was unlocked and cracked open ever-so-slightly. One hand went to his back, grasping his shield and preparing to throw, and the other moved to the doorknob and pushed it cautiously, bewildered when he noticed a foreign scent in his home. Was that... Was that

"You said it was because I'm too young." A loud, irritated sigh passed through Derek's lips. He knew this would happen eventually, he'd just been hoping it magically wouldn't. "You are too young." "But she's younger. By two years!" (y/n) got off the couch, and Derek knew he was in for an earful when she started pacing. "You told me that you couldn't be with me because you're 'too old' for me. News flash, I don't care! If you're too old for me, you're definitely too old for her, so what the holy, flying fuck is going on in your brain?! I get that you're an alpha so you have all these powers over us and you get to think you're all high and mi

Warning: Angst and spoilers for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. (y/n) (l/n) scanned her surroundings, searching desperately for someone familiar in the midst of the busy crowd at Diagon Alley. Her heart rate quickened and her breathing grew shallow as she fought to stay calm and ward off the panic spreading throughout her body at the incessant thought of being trampled by all the strangers surrounding her. "(y/n)? (y/n), love, is that you?" She heard the calming sound of her boyfriend's voice, and pushed her way manically through the horde of people, desperate to escape the claustrophobic setting that had managed to both set off her a

"Sam, cut it out!" (Y/n) (l/n) pleaded the much-taller boy. "I need to study!" She reached for the book he held above her head, but it was no use. "If I don't study, I'll fail my bio-chem exam!" The brunette only laughed, holding the book even higher. "You'll do fine, babe, you're the best in all your classes!" (Y/n) smirked when a plan formulated in her brain. "Oh, Sammy~?" She crawled closer to him on her bed, watching his Adam's apple bob as he audibly gulped. She pressed her lips to his almost tauntingly, crawling slowly into his lap. Her sudden affection caused Sam to lose his grip on the textbook he held, and his girlfriend took the o

My eyes opened slowly, squinting at the sudden light. I glanced groggily at the alarm clock next to my bed, groaning when I saw that it was 7:15 on a Saturday. Ugh, I groaned. Why am I awake right now? I turned to face away from the clock, huffing with annoyance. My annoyance turned into joy when I saw my boyfriend, Sean, snoring lightly beside me. I moved closer to him, trying to capture some of his body heat, and his left arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer as his other arm held his pillows in place. A small smile pulled the sides of my mouth upwards, and I scooted in even closer to his warm, bare chest. Sean had been working e

(y/n) (l/n) was one of the very first initiates of Brooklyn House. She'd arrived shortly after Walt, and was one of the most trusted people living there. Despite her shy, somehow motherly nature, her and Sadie had quickly become friends. After meeting Sadie, she was introduced to the head of Brooklyn House (and Sadie's 'dolt of a brother', as she'd put it): Carter Kane. (y/n) quickly developed a crush on the sarcastic, awkward fifteen-year-old, but she kept it a secret. Not even Sadie was aware that the (e/c)-eyed initiate felt anything stronger than a respectful admiration for her superior. Because of her motherly attitude towards pretty m

"Ronald Billius Weasley, you completely insufferable arse!" All the cheering, whooping and hollering in the Gryffindor common room was silenced by (y/n) (l/n)'s angered yelling. The redheaded boy she was scolding pulled his lips from Lavender Brown's, almost getting whiplash from how quickly he turned to face his girlfriend. "(y-y/n)! W-What are you doing here?" The fuming teenager sighed, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms. "I'm a Gryffindor, you dolt. I live here. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to go to bed!" She stomped from the entrance of the common room to the girls' dormitory with a red face, pushing roughly past Lavender Br

Chato  Santana's eyes opened groggily, getting used to the sunlight that spilled into his bedroom. His wife was settled calmly in his arms, a serene smile gracing her features. He smiled at the sight in front of him and pressed a gentle kiss to his woman's forehead. "Happy birthday, mi amore." He crept quietly and reluctantly out of her embrace, then brushed his teeth and changed into his signature jacket and a pair of jeans. He kept on the white tank top he'd slept in, reveling in how it smelled like (y/n). After he'd cleaned himself up, the tattoo-clad man decided to make a few preparations for the love his life. He preheated the oven and

Dialogue Prompt: #2. "Please tell me he isn't doing his victory dance behind me." Requested by @dat-merry-fangirl (y/n) (l/n) wasn't a very approachable person, much less easy to flirt with. But, of course, that didn't stop Leo Valdez. If anything, it encouraged the dark-skinned son of Hephaestus. The young daughter of (y/g/p) was easily the most beautiful girl at Camp Half-Blood, but she was also easily the least social. (y/n) tended to avoid large crowds, which was no easy feat, considering where she lived. She wasn't very good at showing or telling people how she felt towards them, so they usually assumed that she disliked them. Leo Va