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i don’t wanna love you | yoongi pt.1

Originally posted by parkejimins

genre: fluff, angst, smut (in bold), college!au

pairing: yoongi x reader

word count: 10,410 (lol)

description: just because he had fallen out of love with you, didn’t mean you had with him.

warning: swearing, smut, things like that

You couldn’t remember when it started, you just remember that one day he started to hold your hand a little less tight and not as often. You remember the gummy smile that was impossible not to love would vanish when he looked at you and reappear when you disappeared. You ignored all the signs that were so clearly laid out in front of you for weeks, but that’s what love does. It makes you blind to the plain reality of things called real life and heartbreak. The last week was when you finally started to stop ignoring the signs - the signs he didn’t love you anymore. But once you stopped it was hard not to feel like everything was caving in. You began to work more hours to get rid of the thoughts but all you could do was stand there as you scanned item after item thinking about how you could have stopped him falling out of love with you. The boys didn’t text you as much (if at all), and they used to text you every day with funny things Yoongi had done that you could make fun of him for. That was when it really hit home, that was when you hid in the bathroom of your work and cried for an hour. You had to lie that you were sick but you weren’t. You weren’t sick but you were far from okay, your relationship was like a bomb - ticking away until it finally exploded. You felt like you were battling with it, trying to cut the wire that stopped the timer but you knew you couldn’t. Your relationship wasn’t an action film, but you wish it was so you could stop the inevitable pain that would take place.

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Say It (Jungkook/Reader)

Originally posted by sugutie

Genre: Smut - Inspired by a fic written by Admin JP + Say It by Tory Lanez.

Words: 7.2K+

Author: Admin Kaycie

Summary: Honesty was a trait you had always prided yourself in being strong in possession of, something your friends and fans all admired you for; so the day you announced you did not like Jeon Jungkook, they knew your words were true.

Tags: Dance room rendezvous, slow and sensual sex against the dance studio mirror wall, etc. 


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All I Want - Jughead Jones

 Request: Hii! Could you maybe do one with Jughead where he thinks he’s not good enough for the reader so he starts distancing himself from them and they confront him and then just fluff please? Thnxxx love your writing 💕

Why thank you little cinnamon roll! Hope I did your request justice :)

Warnings: swearing

Jughead Jones x Reader

OH AND ALSO, I have nothing against Reggie. Personally I think there should be more imagines and stuff for him. CHUCK on the other hand, I hate with a fiery passion. He can spontaneously combust for all I care.

Cheers to @satanwithstardust for being trash and reading stuff as always cos she smells. Oh and @betty-coopers-number-one-stan for being my new friend because I’m alone ;c eheheh ENJOY

Words: 3,014 (longest one yet yayay)

“How long have you two been dating now?” Veronica queried, as you walked down Riverdale High’s empty corridors with her by your side. She was of course, referring to the ‘Sad Breakfast Clubs’ power couple, you and Jughead Jones. 

A light blush creeped onto your cheeks as you responded. “A few months now,” You tried to play it off casually, acting like you didn’t know it had been exactly 3 months and 17 days since he’d mustered the courage to ask you out on a date to Pop’s. Everything had escalated from there and you’d never felt happier. He was your best friend and the one you loved, and in your eyes, there was nothing better than falling in love with your best friend. 

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“Just play the damn game with me !” - Batmom x Damian

Damian is a brat, but I kinda want to hug him to death…Wait…Oh well, anyway, here’s a little story where Batmom (you) really wants to bond with the kid.

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You had gotten it printed into your brain. It was too late now, you couldn’t forget your idea, no matter what. Bruce knew, and didn’t try to stop you from doing what you were gonna do anyway. Besides, he thought it was cute.

What was your idea ? Simple. Damian never had a normal childhood. He was still a kid, only eleven…So he still had a chance at having somewhat of a normal childhood (if you put his nightly activities on the side…and the fact that he had been raised to be a killer).

Against all odds, you and Damian clicked pretty fast. He warmed up to you the fastest…He felt like you were the only one of the bat family not judging him in any way.  Also, you told him off when he was going to far, and he found that he couldn’t speak badly to you, that you had an effect on him that made him want to be nicer. Better…In a word, you quickly became his mommy.

He never really had an actual mother. Talia wasn’t exactly loving with him, and she did try to kill him a few times, succeeding once (a memory you don’t like to remember). You were the first one, even before Bruce or Dick, to make him feel loved and to make him feel what love really was…How could he resist that ?

The first time he called you “mom”, not “mother”, “mom”, you cried, and the poor boy thought he did something wrong. You explained to him that it was “happy tears”, but you’re not sure he understood. He gave you an awkward hug, and you couldn’t stop but smile. It’s that exact moment that forged the idea of trying to show him what a normal childhood was. But, even though he considered you his mom, he wasn’t going to make things easy for you and your plans.

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It started out horribly wrong. Damian refused every single propositions you made with a : “that’s too childish” full of rogue, and you got frustrated, ending up yelling a lot of “just play the damn game with me !” and other “Oh my God it’s a snowball it’s not going to kill you, just throw another snowball at me, not a fucking batarang !”…You felt childish. You quickly realized you weren’t going to help him have a normal childhood by trying to force him to do stuffs, and so you stopped. Instead, decided to lure him in with cake…One day, you made a nice one that smelled too good, and he couldn’t help but come in the kitchen, following the smell to the living room where you were eating it. Next thing he knows, he’s sitting next to you, eating a giant piece of cake, watching a disney movie.

And it ended up being a ritual. Every Saturday morning (”mornings” at the Wayne’s ended at 4pm), you and Damian took the habit of waking up earlier than everyone else to cook a cake or some cookies. You’d then eat it all, just the two of you, in front of a Disney movie. Your youngest NEVER saw one before…he actually never watched any animated movies or cartoons. So obviously, you took it upon yourself to show him of course, and you started with your favorite : (your favorite Disney film).

The first time you did that, Damian didn’t really react. He ate the cake, watched the film…and then just left without a word. You were disappointed, thinking he probably didn’t enjoy himself at all, and went back to bed to Bruce’s arms, a bit beat down. Your husband did his best to make you forget and feel better, and he did wonderfully, definitely succeeding.  

However you were wrong thinking Damian didn’t enjoy himself, because the next Saturday, he came down in the kitchen to find it empty. He quickly went to your room, where fortunately you and Bruce were just sleeping, and gently woke you up.

-Mom, can we make chocolate chip cookies ? And watch another one of those movies you like ? Please ?

Your heart sunk with happiness, and you left Bruce’s arms, ignoring his groan, to follow your son. This was the first step, spending times with him, enjoying doing something just the two of you. As the Saturdays went on, Damian opened more and more, and stayed at the end of the movie to speak about it with you. At first he was sitting at the opposite side of the couch from you, but week after week, he came closer, until one day, he just laid his head on your shoulder, and let you run your hand tenderly threw his hair.

His favorite Disneys were “Treasure Planet” and “The Lion King”. You were even pretty sure you saw him cry while watching the latter. It made you smile, and at the same time, you realized those movies being his favorite made sense. Both were about boys with daddy issues who were rebels and got in trouble until they did their best to get better.

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-You’re cute.

Bruce was looking at you lovingly, leaning on the door frame of the bathroom, arms crossed, while you were rushing to put some clothes on.You just glared at him, the man made you late. He wasn’t suppose to come home that early, and while you were getting ready for an important appointment, he arrived in your shared bedroom where you were in underwear, getting dressed…and he had been unable to stop himself from jumping on you. Making you rush now to try and not be late.

-You’re very cute.

-Shut up Bruce, and out of my way, I gotta go.

You grabbed your purse and ran out…Tried to ran out, as he caught one of your wrist.

-Bruce I have to…

He crashed his lips on yours, pulling you into a passionate French kiss. After a few seconds, he let go off you, and you couldn’t help but smile.

-Thank you Y/N. Really. You don’t have to do all of that and yet…Thank you.

-Don’t thank me babe, because I do have to do all of that. He’s my son too now. I did that with all of them…granted, Damian is a bit more difficult.

He pulled you in for another kiss but you escaped, because you really were going to be late if he kept going on like this. As you ran out of the room, he called back to you :

-I love you !

He heard your faint voice from down the corridor answering with a heartfelt :

-I love you too.

And you were out of the house.

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-You’re late.

-I know, I’m sorry Dami’. Blame your father.

-…Ew.

-…Hum…Shall we go ?

He nodded and, hands in his pocket, followed you, a bit grumpy that he had to wait for you. He hated waiting. But you decided that maybe it wasn’t so bad for him to learn to be more patient.

Today, you were suppose to pick him up right after school to go at the fun fair, but Bruce made you almost an hour late. To be honest, you didn’t realize it was that late, too…caught up in your Bruce’s arms. You definitely made amend though.

Damian would never admit it, but he spent one of the best evening ever. He won a gigantic teddy bear for you at some dart games, and you guys went on absolutely all of the rides with only one minor incident. When you went to the haunted mansion, Damian kinda…punched one of the actor in the face, out of reflexes. You paid him off to shut up, and scolded your son for his behavior (when really it was kinda funny, the scream he let out just before punching the man). You bought him every treats he wanted, totally spoiling him but hey…it was his first fun fair. It was one of his first time actually just having fun for the sake of it, in a normal place for a kid to have fun, and not because he was fighting or something. Bruce gave him a night off, and both of you didn’t even notice the bat signal as you were having just the time of your life.

You came home late to an almost empty mansion. Alfred was there, and he made you some hot cocoa. You watched a pixar film and fell asleep on the couch, Damian’s head resting in your laps.

When Bruce and the other boys came home, they stopped to stare at you guys, because you were too damn cute. Dick smiled and said :

-It reminds me of when I first arrived here…Snacks and Disney movies…I kinda miss those times. Sometimes, I wish I could be a kid again.

Jason gave him a pat on the back.

-Yeah, it was pretty awesome alright.

Tim was also feeling a bit nostalgic, but didn’t say anything by fear of waking you guys up. As Bruce bent down to pick Damian up, he woke up.

-Father.

-Hey bud’.

-Mom and I had a great time at the fair.

He was sleepy, and his voice was weak.

-Did you, now ?

-Yeah, she’s awesome.

-That we agree on son, she is.

He took him to bed, and surprisingly, Damian let him tuck him in. He fell back asleep almost instantly. Bruce then went back to pick YOU up, and found you awake, talking with your eldest sons.

-You know guys, if you miss it that much, you can just join us on Saturdays. It could be cool.

-Naaah mom, those times are for you and the brat. I mean, it wouldn’t be fair otherwise. We all had you saving our childhood, he should too.

You smiled at Jason who just spoke, and stroked his cheek gently.

-I just don’t want you guys to feel left out.

-We really don’t, believe me. Besides, we all had the same thing ? Good old…hum…young mom taking us to the fair, watching movies with us…just with one of us, each times. Quality times equally shared. We all had you, and we can definitely share a little more with Dams, really.

You stroked Tim’s cheek now. Smiling lovingly at him. It was true that what you were doing with Damian, you did with all of them. They all needed a “somewhat normal childhood”…You were a mom, you gave it to them as best you could.

-I don’t have anything to say, but can I have my mom’s pat on the cheek too ?

Dick said as he bent down in front of you. You all laughed and after a kiss goodnight, they left to go for a deep slumber in their bedroom.

Bruce approached you, and you raised your arms for him to come crash into it. You liked feeling his weight on you, even though he was a heavy man because of all those damn muscles. It felt secure.

He laid his head on your chest, and you gently ran your hand threw his hair. He gave a pleased sigh, completely relax.

-Again, thank you honey.

-And again, there’s not reasons to thank me.

-Yes there is. I don’t know if you get how important you are to all members of this family. You all gave us a purpose. You’re…You’re the reason we don’t all go crazy. You makes us feel you know…So much feels…

You didn’t answer, just smiled and kiss the crown of his head, gently caressing his hair, just like you did with Damian. It seemed like this gesture was extremely soothing to the Wayne boys. You both fell asleep on the couch, and the next day, which was a Saturday, Damian woke you up. Bruce groaned as he stood up to leave, but his son awkwardly held his hand, signifying to him that he wanted him to stay. Your husband was so surprised he just flopped down back into the couch, and stayed silent staring blankly at the TV that was turned off while you and Damian baked.

And so, from now on, Bruce participated in your special Saturdays.

Actually, from now on Bruce got very involved in trying to get Damian to live a normal childhood, realizing how it started to slowly change his son’s behavior for the best. And realizing the amount of effort you put in it. He was amazed at Damian’s response really, how he laughed more often, and pulled (harmless) pranks on his brothers, Alfred and on Bruce himself. How he was less violent, and a bit less serious. It was definitely the Y/N’s effect. You had the same on him. When you weren’t there, he was all serious and broody, almost mean, and when you were around, he couldn’t help but smile stupidly and laugh at your dumb jokes. The Y/N’s effect was strong.

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It took a long time for Damian to finally let go and start to act like a normal child, but he made it. You helped him tremendously. Bruce and your other sons did too. Dick taught him how to ride a bike, Jason took him to the cinema often, Tim played soccer with him. Bruce was particularly involved with everything, as he realized the importance of it all. He wished he had had a Y/N in his life when he was a kid, as he too didn’t really enjoy his childhood after his parents’ death…but he at least got 8 great years, and he was determined to let Damian have his 8 great years too. 10 to 18. A bit more if he wanted.

Family game night was a thing now, and when he lost, Damian almost completely stopped throwing a (scary) tantrum. You all spent more times together as a result of all of those effort to get Damian to live a bit more normally, and it was so worth it.

You were so proud. Of course, it didn’t completely change his behavior and such, as his time with the Al Ghul was almost printed into his brain, but it really helped him be more social. It helped him learn how to love, and how to feel more. It just helped him, and one day, when he’d be old enough to realize all of that, he’d thank you with a warm hug and “happy tears” in his eyes, finally understanding. And you’d tell him that there was nothing to thank. He was your son, what you were doing was normal.

FIN.

Imagine dealing with drunk Chris.

A/N: Man, oh man. I just can’t stay away from writing, can I? Well, at least majority of my holiday stuff’s packed. This is another fic inspired by a conversation with the lovely @chrisevans-imagines We have some very weird, but oddly inspiring conversations. Don’t we, Ava? 😂

You pushed your way through the crowd as you searched the overly packed party for your best friend, Chris, who had drunkenly called you ten times in the last hour; it was 2:19AM. He could count himself incredibly lucky that you were finishing up some paperwork at the hospital otherwise you would’ve killed him for interrupting your much needed beauty sleep. You’d been pulling quite a few late nights over the past week as you were about to take leave and go on your holiday, so things hadn’t been particularly easy on you. But you knew before you went into med-school that being a doctor wasn’t going to be easy, what you didn’t know was how much harder it was being a doctor who was best friends with Chris Evans; a man who had the equivalent energy of his puppy, Dodger. If you weren’t so in-love with him, he wouldn’t get away with half the things he put you through. But you were, so here you were at the party.

“Hello beautiful.” An arm hooked around your waist and pulled you into him; you groaned and pushed the drunken stranger off you. “Geez, lighten up!” He called after you as you disappeared further into the room. If you didn’t find Chris in the next five minutes, you were outta there.

“Hell yeah I’ll get it in!” You heard Chris’ voice and you followed it, chuckling when you found him by the ping pong table. “Don’t you worry, I'mma get it into that cup.” He bounced the ball off the table and balanced it on the back of his hand as he swallowed another gulp of his beer. “Watch me nail this th-” He spotted you and his smile tenfold. “Y/N, you came!” He downed his drink and tossed both ball and red solo cup aside before making his way to you, waving off the protests that came from the other players. “Sorry guys, I’m done. My girl’s here,” he draped an arm around you and pulled you closer to him.

“I’m not your girl, Evans.” You reminded him, but made no effort to push him away from you like you had with the other guy; you were very glad that the dim lights hid your deeply flushed cheeks. “I’m just here to make sure you don’t drink and drive, the last thing I need is to be called back in because someone got into a car accident.”

“Awww,” he cooed, squeezing you tightly against him. “Was someone worried about little old me?” You rolled your eyes, but failed to hide your smile. “Don’t be, my best friend’s a very good doctor. She’s very pretty too, like- she could be on Grey’s Anatomy.” He slurred then grinned when he heard you chuckle. “And that’s you,” he booped your nose, “I’m talking about you.”

“I know, and I’m talking about me too when I say I’ve had a very long night and I’m ready to go home.” He nodded with furrowed brows, really trying to process your words. “C'mon,” you wrapped an arm around his waist and directed him towards the exit, “you’re crashing at my place tonight. I’m not leaving you here when someone could literally tap beer out of you.”

“Yes!” He cheered. “I love your apartment, it smells like Christmas because of all the candles you have.” You hummed in acknowledgement at his drunk thoughts. “Hey, you know what’s really funny?” He didn’t wait for a response. “When I read your texts, I read it in an Australian accent because you’re from Australia. I do the same with Chris Hemsworth’s,” he told you then laughed to himself. “G'day mate,” he mimicked a tradition Australia greeting then laughed again.

“I’ve never once texted that to you, nor have I said that to you,” you chuckled. “And since when do I have an Australian accent? I’ve been living in America since I was eighteen, and you know I watch too much American television and too many Hollywood films to have an Australian accent.” The two of you found your way out of the party and into the much emptier parking lot where you car waited patiently. “But then again,” you glanced at him, “you are very wasted, so I won’t hold that against you.”

“Chuck a shrimp on the barbie,” he continued mocking the Australia accent and laughed when you did. “You’re right,” he returned to his normal accent as he pulled away from you, “you don’t sound like that.” He moved in front of you and took your hands in his, smiling like a love sick idiot which made your heart flutter despite knowing it didn’t mean what you wanted it to. “You sound perfect because you are perfect and I love you.”

“I love you too,” you responded with a chuckle, ignoring that ache in your heart. This wasn’t the first time he’d told you he loved you while he was drunk, in fact- he said it all the time when he was sober too. But it wasn’t the confession you longed for, it was just another platonic expression of affection that you shoved aside with your true feelings. “Let’s get you in bed, shall we?” You tried to pull your hands away only to have him tightened his grip.

“No,” he shook his head, furrowing his eyebrows. “You don’t understand, Y/N. I love you,” he said again in a more serious tone that made you sigh. As much as you wanted to reciprocate that feeling and kiss him, you couldn’t take anything he said seriously when he was drunk. Even if you did believe that drunk minds spoke for a sober heart, it was Chris; he was your best friend and you couldn’t ruin that friendship over a drunken slur of the moment. “I want to be with you,” he told you and pulled his hands away to cup your face.

“Chris, no,” you turned away when he started to lean in, taking a small step back. “We’re not going to do this.” You frowned when he did. “You’re drunk, I don’t want-” you cut yourself off before you said more than you should. “Let’s just go home, okay?” You brushed past him and headed for you car, stopping when he called out.

“I’m sober enough to have this conversation!” He walked in front of you with a frown on his face. “I’ve been trying to tell you I love you since the moment I met you, Y/N. But you keep brushing me off, like you think I’m not worth your time.”

“Chris-” you couldn’t believe you made him feel that way.

“Am I not good enough for you?” He asked then asked again before you could get a word in, “are you holding out for another doctor?” You opened your mouth to speak only to get cut off again, “what is it, Y/N? Why won’t you give me a chance?!” He growled and you flinched. “I don’t understand,” he shook his head, his pretty blues glistened with tears. “I’m not an idiot- I can see the way you look at me, so why won’t you be with me?”

“Chris,” you sighed as you took his hand in yours. “I didn’t know you felt that way about me, I honestly thought that you were fine with us just being friends.” He didn’t say anything, he just squeezed your hand ever so gently. “That’s why I didn’t say anything- that’s why I brushed you off. I figured you were joking, it’s not because I don’t think you’re worth my time.”

“Do you realize how long I’ve been waiting for you?” He asked with a breathless chuckle. “From the moment we met- I’ve wanted to be with you. I was just so terrified I wasn’t good enough, that you wouldn’t want to be with an actor so- I took it slow, I started out by being your friend. But God,” he started to cry and your heart ached, “it hurt seeing you with other people. It sucked saying I love you when you didn’t know how much,” his hand tightened around yours. “I’ve wasted so much of my life not being your other half and I hate it, Y/N.”

“You are my other half, Chris,” you caressed his face with your other hand and brushed the tears rolling down his cheek. “I love you too. I’m so in-love with you that it’s ridiculous,” you told him and he smiled. “There is no one I’d rather see at the end of the day than you. You are my person, you are all I see when I look towards the future,” you assured him. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, I’m sorry-” He pulled you into his arms and kissed you, cutting you off in the best possible way.

“Wow,” you let out a breathless laugh when he broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Yeah,” he chuckled softly, rubbing small circles into your sides, “I should’ve done that years ago.”

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a pref where you and Harry are having a serious fight, but mutually decide to put up a happy front around others. And everyone buys it, but one of the other guys notices that somethings wrong between you two. And he pulls you away and is like "spill" and you confess everything and you break down crying

This was no-doubt the worst fight of your relationship.

“You can’t just leave me and Darcy here while you go shoot a six month movie in France!” You exclaim, throwing your hands in the air. Harry tightens his jaw, and he basks in his silent fury while you go on and say, “We’re in a marriage, Haz! That means you can’t just pick up and leave anytime you want to!”

“This isn’t anytime, though!” Harry yells, fist colliding with the wall. You filch visibly, but that doesn’t stop him from scaring you. “This is a once and a lifetime opportunity! My movie screen debut! I could win an oscar or–”

You sigh exasperatedly, “Do you hear yourself!” You tear your fingers through your hair and your breathing becomes laboured. “You’re saying a goddamn oscar is more important to you than me and Darcy.”

“AT LEAST AN OSCAR WON’T LEAVE ME!” Harry screams and the plaster on the wall crumbles under his fist. 

Your chest heaves up and down and a moment of silence goes by before you whisper, “That was two years ago, Styles. And I didn’t leave you. I just thought it would be better for all of us if Darcy and I lived with my parents while you were on your tour, so she wouldn’t keep asking where daddy was–”

FUCKING EXCUSES!” He screams, and you start crying. You didn’t understand why he was so furious at you. He takes a step closer to you, teeth grinding. His voice lowers to a deadly whisper, “Sometimes I wish I didn’t love you so much because I’m giving you everything you need to rip out my heart and let me bleed out.”

Your eyes crinkle at the sides, and you fold your arms over your chest. “So you’re saying you regret falling in love with me?”

Harry looks at you, right in the eye, for the first time that night. He can see how much his answer will impact your next actions, so he takes a few moments to think his answer through. But apparently he’s too blinded by rage to choose wisely because he says, “I don’t regret falling in love with you. I regret taking that love and letting it control my life.”

You furrow our eyebrows and shake your head slowly, vision blurred with tears. “You don’t mean that,” you give him another chance to change his answer.

But his eyes are still trained on yours as he says, “I do.”

And just like that, the two words that started your marriage are the same words that are ending it.

WE’RE HOME!”

Both of you wince as you hear the door swing open and the sounds of your four-year-old daughter Darcy being carried by Louis, who is followed closely by Niall and Liam, fill the living room.

You quickly rush over to the sink, rinsing our face to make it appear as if the wetness of your cheeks came from a facial wash. Harry quickly hangs a calendar over the hole in the wall he had created, and is quick to walk out to greet the guests.

Struggling to hold back tears, you watch as Harry greets Darcy with a kiss on the cheek. How can somebody who regrets having their own daughter still smile at her? 

“Hey Y/N.” You turn around to see Liam exiting the kitchen, a glass of cold Cola in his hand. His eyebrows knit together as he sees the red outlining your eyes. “Is there anything wrong?”

At those words, Harry quickly turns to you, and you hesitate as you tell Liam, “No…I just got soap in my eye…that’s all.” Your husband turns back around and rocks Darcy back and forth in his arms as he and Niall discuss sports. Liam’s eyes are still trained on you, however, and he’s not buying your lie. 

“Come on,” Liam pulls you by the elbow, abandoning his glass on the kitchen counter as he leads you into the downstairs bathroom. He locks the door, and whispers, “Spill.”

You shrug nonchalantly, trying to pass off as cool. “Nothing’s wrong, Liam. Just soap in my eye, like I told you–”

“Bull,” he calls you out. “Y/N, do you know overtime you lie your cheeks heat up?”

You feel them heating up now. “What? No they don’t,” you try but fail miserably. Huffing out a breath, you confess, “Fine. Harry and I had a fight.”

He didn’t have to prompt you for you to break down crying, “And he said he regrets letting our relationship play such a big role in his life. That means he regrets marrying me, having Darcy, and–”

“Harry would never say that,” Liam interrupts you, baffled. “He’s not that kind of dude.”

“Well…he did.”


Liam storms out of the bathroom, and points an accusing finger at Harry. “Styles, you selfish–” about to say bastard, but sees Darcy peering up at him curiously, so he settles for “–respectful, successful, talented man.”

Harry looks more confused than ever, but when Louis steps in to take Darcy upstairs to the loo, his eyes find yours and he sighs deeply. “Liam, whatever Y/N told you–”

“Is true,” he interrupts. “How could you say those things to her? And mean them?”

“I–”

“Liam, you’re not our couple therapist,” you step in and shoot a sad smile at him. “Thanks for trying, though.” You turn to your husband, and your expression immediately hardens. 

“Go shoot that fucking film, Darcy and I can survive without you.”


i’m writing a sequel but don’t rush me darling xx

Tom Holland Imagine: Broken

Summary: after getting out of a toxic relationship, you meet a very handsome boy on your train. (Loosely based off of both Yes Girl and I Can’t Breathe by Bea Miller)

A/N: sorry for being gone for so long… writers block kicked in…😤

Warnings: physical and mental abuse

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I let out a sigh of relief as the train took off down the tracks. I watched as the town I once knew and loved flew passed me. I wondered what He would do when He came home from work to find me gone. I fidgeted with the strap of my duffle bag before deciding to pull out my book to help the time pass.

“Hello? Sorry to disturb you, but would you mind if I sat here?” A voice said.

I shook my head without meeting the stranger’s eye. Yes, I would prefer to be sitting by myself but considering I bought the last ticket for this train, I knew it wasn’t going to happen. I heard the stranger let out a heavy sigh as he placed his bag under his seat.

“Whatcha readin there? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Uh, it’s called Ordinary People. By Judith Guest. It’s my favorite book, I’ve read it like 10 times.”

“Huh, maybe I’ll read it sometime.”

“Oh you definitely should, its incredible.”

I finally looked up from my book to see a very handsome boy smiling at me.

“I’m Tom by the way.” He said as he extended his hand to me.

“Uh, I’m Y/N.” I said as I shook his hand.

“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”

I blushed at his compliment and closed my book and looked back up at the him.

“So what’s bringing you to the city? And by train? Not many people go on these anymore.”

Tom smiled and looked out the window.

“Well, I do a lot of traveling. I’m always in the air and so I just wanted to see the trees for a change. And I’m staying in the city, actually. I just felt like I was going insane from only seeing buildings and angry people everywhere I went and I need some time to figure things out so I found the smallest town I could find outside of Atlanta and left for the weekend. What about you?”

“Uh, that’s a story for another time…”

“That’s alright. Let it be yours.”

“Well, your accent gives it away that you don’t live here, so why are you in America?”

“I’m an actor. Filming a movie.”

“Oh, I love movies! What movie are you filming?”

Tom let out a light laugh as he looked down and fiddled with his thumbs.

“Uh, Spider-Man, actually.”

“Wait, really!? I love Spider-Man! Are you the guy that plays him in Civil War? I haven’t gotten to see it yet but I want to so bad. See, my boyfri- ex boyfriend wouldn’t let me go see it.”

I looked down to avoid Tom’s confused face, hoping it would give him the hint to not ask any questions.

“Well, maybe I can take you to go see it sometime.”

“Uh, yeah! But if you don’t want to you don’t have to. I’m sure you’ve already seen it like 500 times…”

“Yeah, but never with a girl as beautiful as you.”

“Pft, are you kidding me? Have you seen Scarlett Johansson!?”

Before Tom could reply I heard my phone go off. I reached into my bag to pull it out and felt my heart stop.

No.

He wasn’t supposed to be home this early.

I felt my heart drop to my stomach as I looked at His name written on the screen.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and turned my phone off before shoving it back in my bag.

I felt Tom’s gaze on me. I looked up and gave him a weak smile, trying to get him to drop it.

Luckily, he did.

—3 months later—

I laid on the couch, wrapped up in Tom’s arms. We started dating shortly after we met. I didn’t think I would be able to date anyone for while after what happened with Him but, Tom was different. I knew he was different because he cared.

Unlike Him. I knew He was searching for me. I had been forced to ditch my phone and buy a new one to get Him to stop calling me and leaving hurtful voicemails.

Now, 3 months later, the thoughts of Him felt like only a distant memory of a childhood nightmare.

But that quickly changed.

Tom and I were watching The Way Way Back when it happened.

First there was the pounding on the door.

“I’ll get it, love.” Tom sweetly whispered in my ear. He kissed the side of my face and got up from the couch.

I instantly missed the feeling of his arms around me. I turned my attention back to the film, thinking it was just Harrison who forgot his key again.

But then I heard it.

I heard Tom’s angelic voice asking who they were but getting cut off by a punch to the jaw.

And then His voice calling out my name.

I sat up immediately and felt my self beginning to hyperventilate.

But while I was breathing hard, it felt like there was no oxygen in my body at all.

As His figure walked into the room, I felt myself black out from fear.

I didn’t even feel Him pick me up by my hair and throw me into the glass coffee table.

I didn’t even feel the blood begin to fall from my skin from where the glass had cut it open.

I didn’t even hear Tom scream my name.

I didn’t hear Tom tackling the guy.

I didn’t hear Harrison come in and call the police.

I didn’t hear the ambulance as they asked me questions.

But I watched all of it.

I could see everything.

I could see Tom attacking Him.

I could see Tom as he stood over me, crying.

I could see his lips saying words like, “Please say something, love” or “Please don’t leave me” as tears slipped from his eyes.

I woke up hours later. I looked around and saw Tom sitting to my right, holding my hand tightly as he cried into my side.

“Tom?” I asked.

His head whipped up and let out a sigh of relief when he saw me awake. He immediately began to pepper my face with kisses and held me tightly to him.

“Thank god you’re okay. He’s gone, Y/N. They’ve locked Him up. You never have to worry about Him again. I have you and I will always protect you. I love you, Y/N. So much.”

And those words, those few words, put every little broken piece in me back together.

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Tom Holland x reader.

‘’Heyy! I wanted to know if requests are open? If so, I would like a Tom Holland x Reader or the reader is the daughter of Robert Downey Jr. She is a young actress and she is in love with Tom but she is jealous of Tom’s relationship with Zendaya, then during a dispute between the reader and Tom, she accidentally says it’s feelings for him, then fluff at the end? Please? Thank you, and I looove your blog! ♥️♥️’’ Welp here you go i dont know if this is what you wanted but ahhh here ya go anon.

:) i do have requests open


“Hey, kiddo what’s up?” your dad asked as he walked in the kitchen where you were currently where, ‘’Whatcha making? Cause i sure do hope those are chocolate chip cookies.”

“Dad,’’ you said looking up from the mixing bowl as you cracked in two more eggs.

“(Y/N),’’ he replied with an innocent smirk.

“Robert downey Jr. you are supposed to be on a diet for the next avenger movie, we can’t have a chubby iron man, now can we?’’ you asked him, throwing an innocent glance his way. You knew how much your dad hated going on diets to get in shape for the movies, but you also knew how much he loved your chocolate chip cookies which was why around the time of his diet you baked more often, but your dad’s natural response was to tease your right back with your crush on the newest spider-man.

He looked at you with a grumpy expression and smugly said, ‘’Well if i can’t have them, i do think a certain underoos would love to have some freshly homemade chocolate chip cookies, and maybe that blonde guy to.’’

Red washed over your cheeks as you looked up to see your father grinning smugly at you turning around to but the cookies in the oven you replied, ‘’Maybe he will in, fact thank you for the idea dad, i think i might even head over to their apartment right after they pop out of the oven. Thank’s for the idea.” You saw your dad’s face fall, knowing that wasn’t the response your da was hoping for, you quickly set the timer for fifteen minutes and quietly made your way out of the kitchen to go grab a change of cloths.

“Now young lady that is not what i meant, why i would never! (Y/N) you better save me some cookies!” you could hear your dad in the background grumbling.

Walking out of your room with a fresh pair of dark skinny jeans, a simple lose maroon top, and a pair of hightop van’s, you wrapped the fished and cooled cookies on a plate in plastic wrap. Leaving a plate full of them on the counter for you and your dad to indulge in later during your movie night. You grabbed your keys and made your way up a flight of stairs to their apartment.

Tom, Harrison and you became fast friends when you were casted as iron man’s daughter and spider man’s love interest. People loved the fact that iron man had a daughter and that in real life you were father and daughter already. News articles created story after story after it was leaked that you played spider man’s love interest, trying to gain insight if there was a relationship offset too.  You wished there was a realation ship of set. You didnt know when you gained a major crush on Tom, but you did. You loved when you had to fix his hair before filming because he couldn’t ever do it himself and he would hold you by the waist or the way you both could be childish around each other but how ever you managed to fall in love with him you were no match for Zendaya and the relationship she and Tom had. There had been stories after stories that where sent your way about her and Tom dating, and you couldn’t blame them, Zendaya was a queen and Tom wasn’t to short of being a king, but still every time you had Harrison reassure you that they weren’t dating you couldn’t help but be jealous of the relationship they had. How effortlessly she was around him and how he never failed to smile when she was around.

The short walk to their apartment from yours wasn’t enough time for you to get your thoughts together as you silently cursed Marvel for getting everyone apartments in the same building.

Before you could knock on the door it swung open to a surprised Tom. “Oh hey, (Y/N) i didn’t know you were coming over, i was about to head out to see Z. You wanna come?” he asked you.

You couldn’t speak, Tom looked absolutely adorable with his little smile and a button down shirt with his styled hair. He styled his hair for once and it wasn’t for you for or for a bit it was for Z.

You stuck out the cookie plate not knowing really what to say to him, ‘’I-I made cookies.’’

“That’s awesome (Y/N), come on in Harrison’s here if you want to hang out till i can get back.’’ He said holding open the door for you. You walked in placing the cookies on the kitchen counter. ‘’Well look I’ve got to go.’’

“Um ya, that’s great Tom.’’ you heard the door shut as Harrison walked into the kitchen.

“Oh (Y/N), hey you made cookies.’’

“Hey Haz.’’ you said as a tear fell from your face. Haz’s face fell immediately as he came to hug, cooing you as you cried into his shoulder.

“(Y/N) he’s not worth all of this, okay. Please just tell him.’’ Haz cooed. You heard the door shut and Tom’s voice coming from the other room.

“Hey guy’s i forgot my keys!” Tom yelled as he walked into the kitchen, he was greeted with one his best friends crying into his best mate. “(Y/N), why are you crying.”

Haz looked down at you letting you go, he gave you a small nod telling you to talk to him. HE walked out of the room grabbing a few cookies as he left.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong.’’ Tom asked coming closer to you.

‘’I-,’’ You were gonna tell him but you couldn’t you didn’t want to, you where the one keeping him from going to Z’s. ‘’It’s nothing Tom you should get going to Z’s.’’

Toms face fell right after you said that, ‘’ This is about Z isn’t it? Why don’t you come with me Z loves you.’’

“This isn’t about Z, Tom-’’ you started.’’It’ about me and my stupid crush on you and you don’t even know, in fact your probably with Z anyway.’’

Tom paused, ‘’ You like me?” he asked, ‘’ cause I like you.”

“But what about Z?” you asked, forgetting the part of where he said he liked you.

“I needed her help trying to figure out a way to ask you out.” he said coming towards you, bringing you into  hug, ‘’Because i like you, not her.’’ he said kissing you forehead, holding you close.

‘’About bloody time!’’ Haz yelled from the other room.

Reconnecting (Dylan O'Brien x Reader)

A/N: this one is completely inspired by Dylan being in SA because I’m in SA rn


Warnings: angst, smut smuttty smut


Pairings: Dylan O'Brien x Reader, Andrew Garfield x Reader (Platonic)

***

“You don’t need me anymore.”


The words left your mouth as thought they were a simple fact, without implication or emotion. Dylan wondered how you could do that - how you could keep your voice so calm when your words had shattered his reality from where you stood, the table between the two of you acting as a physical and metaphorical barrier.


“How can you say that?” He asked, his eyes painted an angry red and his hands shaking. You sighed deeply.


“Because it’s true.” You replied simply, and Dylan continued to stare at you in shock. He made a move to reach out and grab your arm, but you side stepped him. “No. Come on. Don’t do that. You know it is. We’ve been over for a long time now Dyl. We’ve just been too scared to do anything about it.”


He let out a laugh that was anything but humorous. A hand flew to his head, where he tugged on his hair in frustration. “Is that what you think happened between us? That’s what you think we’ve been reduced to? Just a pair of morons who were once in love but now too scared to leave each other?”


His words felt like a slap to the face but you didn’t allow it to show. There was a long beat of silence and when he realised you didn’t have a response, smiled bitterly.


Suddenly, he slammed his fists down on the table so hard, it made you jump. “Answer me!”


But you couldn’t. You couldn’t give him a straight answer, not after hearing the way his voice broke. You couldn’t give him an answer, knowing deep down that you weren’t being honest with neither him nor yourself.


“That’s not what we are.” Dylan said quietly, his voice dropping to a sound barely above a whisper. He looked into your eyes with something truly desperate within his own. “You have to know that, baby. This can’t be it. I- I love you too much to let you go.”


Dyaln dropped his head, squeezing his eyes shut. You wanted to run, to get as far away from his little apartment as possible. Because you knew that if you didn’t, you wouldn’t be able to hold your ground. If you stayed here any longer, your resolve would break and you would *never* be able to truly walk away.


“I refuse to believe that that’s what we’ve come to.” When he looked at you again, Dylan had tears streaming openly down his face. His eyes were bloodshot red and his fists gripped the edge of the table until his knuckles went white. He leaned further on the coffee table, as though he was barely keeping himself upright.


“We’re so much more than that.” He told you with such conviction, you believed it to be true. “We aren’t one of those couples who are gonna grow to resent each other regret it.” Before you could stop him, Dylan had crossed the table and taken your face in his hands, cradling it gently.


You didn’t realise you we’re crying until he wiped away a tear.


“(Y/N) we’re forever. We’re the old couple who sit bickering on the front porch but love each other anyway. We’re the ones people look at and think ‘are they still together’ because fuck yeah we are. We’re the couple that’s gonna dance to out song when we’re seventy and can barely move. Baby, we’re infinite.”


“That’s a nice story.” You said, wrapping your fingers around his wrists and pulling his hands off of you. “But it’s not ours - it can’t be. Our story ends here. I’m so sorry Dylan.”


And with those final words, you grabbed the handle of your bag and walked out of your shared apartment, closing the door behind you.


You knew he wouldn’t follow you out - he respected your choices enough not to.


You knew that he wouldn’t talk shit about you once you were gone - he loved you too much to do so.


And you knew that once you got on that plane to your new acting gig in London, he wouldn’t follow you because he thought that you didn’t love him any more.


***

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)!” The flashes of the paparazzi’s cameras were enough to blind, even through the thick lenses of your sunglasses. It was inevitable. You had recently filmed a new movie with Andrew Garfield and it was set to be a booming success. As a result you had to deal with a ridiculous amount of rumors about your personal life and his.

“Come on (Y/N)! Smile for the camera!” One yelled.

“Congratulations on the engagement!”

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)! Have you and Andrew picked a venue yet?”


You continued to ignore them as you made your way through the airport. You’d arranged for your luggage to be taken care of to avoid mass hysteria and you knew that a car would be waiting outside for you, in a predetermined location.


When you got there, a huge grin overtook your face.


“I thought you were still in Australia!” You said happily, making your way over to the Ford.


“Wanted to surprise you, as all.” Said Andrew, looking just as glad. You laughed and thanked him as you got in the passenger seat.


You and Andrew Garfield had become good friends over the duration of filming. It wasn’t your first movie together and you knew for a fact that it wouldn’t be your last. Although the two of you had pointedly decided not to take your relationship further than the occasional fuck (Andrew was still hung up over Emma), you shared a close relationship with him.


Andrew understood what it was like to have to leave the love of your life. He knew that sometimes, you just needed someone to cuddle up to, or fuck you senseless until you forgot why you were upset in the first place.


You didn’t know what to call your relationship with Andrew, but you relied upon him a great deal to keep you going and vice versa.


“When was the last time you were in South Africa?” Andrew asked, eyes focused on the road.


“Um, about two years ago.” You said, pointedly deciding to forget how awkward it had been when you returned to see Julia and met Brit for the first time. “Last you were here was to film Hacksaw Ridge, right?”


“Yeah.” He shrugged. “There are some places I wanna check out before I leave. I’m leaving tonight for the Oscars on Sunday, and you’ll have to excuse me for saying I’m pretty exhausted from all the flying every other day with you.”


“Fuck you.” You said playfully. “I’m awesome to travel with.” The press tour for your movie ended in California where you would give your last interview together on Ellen before the premier and then it was over but that was only next week. For now, you were here in Cape Town.


“I beg to differ.” Andrew said. “But I will agree with you on the first part.”


You shrugged, not questioning it. Andrew would sometimes have these days when, out of nowhere, he’d become extremely in need of physical affection or emotional support. You never called him out on it because you were almost always the same.


“My place.” You said. “I wanna check out the new hotel.”


Andrew shrugged and agreed, but your new hotel wasn’t the first stop. He took you out for lunch, insisting that airplane food wasn’t real food because ‘For the love of God, (Y/N), it tastes like dirt!’ Afterwards, you went for a quick walk on the beach, during which your jeans became filled with sand and uncomfortable.


“I didn’t even get a chance to swim.” You pouted, walking in through the door that Andrew held open for you. He laughed as he removed his shoes.


“Well it was your genius idea to go in waist deep while fully clothed.” He said, pulling off his still wet shirt and throwing it in the hamper in one of the rooms.


“Do we have a pool?” You asked, walking further around the room. You reached the glass doors of the patio and smiled. “We have a pool!”


“Really?” Andrew asked, walking up to you. He had taken off his shirt and undershirt as well as his jeans, leaving him bare from the waist up with only a pair of black boxer briefs cladding his modesty. “Guess it’s your lucky day.”


You didn’t feel self conscious at all, having to taken your shirt out in front of him. He’d seen it all a thousand times before. You stripped down until you were standing in your undies and made a dive for the pool.


You went in head first and the water was the perfect tempreture. As you swam to the surface, you heard the unmistakable sound of Andrew screaming obnoxiously before feeling rather than seeing him canon ball in.


When you broke the surface, you were met with his grinning face.


“What?” You asked, a hand instinctively wiping at you face. Andrew laughed, not unkindly.


“You’re beautiful.” He said simply. You grinned, swimming the shirt distance between you two and resting your arms on his shoulders.


“What’s wrong?” You asked, because as surprising as Andrew’s bursts of affections were, they were never random.


“She’s met someone.” He said with the utmost care in his voice, which made you grip his shoulders tighter. “I’m happy for her. I am. Truly. I just thought that it would be someone different. Someone who deserves her, you know?”


“Andrew Garfield not liking Emma Stone’s knew boyfriend.” You said teasingly, “Who’d have thought?”


“Oh, shut it.” He said, looking down at you. The words went unspoken, but you knew what he needed. “Are you comfortable with this?” Andrew asked and you nodded, knowing that with being back here your recent dip into loneliness, you needed it too. “You don’t have to do this.”


“I know.” You mumbled, leaning in close towards him. From here, you could see how tall he was. He was standing on his flat feet and the water barely reaached his upper arms. You, meanwhile, were holding on to him to stop from drowning.


“I need this too.” You told him, running a hand over his shoulders before pulling him in close. Without hesitace, you tilted your head up and met Andrew’s lips in a heated kiss.


He let out a sigh, his hands moving to your thighs to lift you up and wrap your legs around his waist. You moaned into his mouth as he walked you backwards through the water until he had you seated on the second step, kneeling down between your legs with the water flowing around you.


You pressed your lips to his heatedly and felt his tongue swipe against your lower lips. Feeling teasing, you kept your lips just the way they were and sucked onthe tip of his tongue when he tried to force his way in.


“Tease.” Andrew said, pulling away to catch his breath. You didn’t get a chance to replied because he had grabbed your ass roughly, causing you to let out a moan of surprise. He seized the opportunity and slid his tongue into your mouth before your lips had even connected.


“You love it.”


***


Three hours later, you awoke to find yourself cold and alone, lying naked on your bed. Memories of your time with Andrew flooded through your mind and you smiled slightly, hugging the sheets to your body.


You couldn’t, however, help but feel a wave of loneliness wash over you. Here you were, in one of the most beautiful cities in the world, waking up alone and with no one to share it with. Sure, you had Andrew but it just wasn’t the same.


The last five years of you life had been lonley, despite your success. Of course, you did have a few boyfriends here and there, but never anyone real, never anyone you’d truly felt a deeper connection with.


Never anyone like Dylan…


You forced the thought out of your head and stood up, making your way to the kitchen. You were staying at the One&Only Cape Town hotel, where you had the most magnificent view of the ocean from your window. Right now, with the sun slowly setting and the reflection of the stars on the water, you felt completely at peace.


A small something of white caught your attention from the corner of your eye. It was a note on the fridge. Walking up and reading it, you realised it was from Andrew.


Sorry, had to run. Talking to J.J. about my contact. Meet me tonight at the Era Night Club (call a fucking Uber you lazy shit) and look pretty. Bringing friends.

-Andy


Reading the note once more, you shrugged and glanced at the clock. It was almost 8 and while Andrew didn’t specify a time, you knew he probably wouldn’t expect you before 10 or 11. Going on an impulse, you quickly cleaned up a bit and put on some clothes, deciding to go shopping.


The centre wasn’t far from where you were staying but you called an Uber anyway. In the rush of Andrew getting you here, you hadn’t bothered to pick up a rental, so that was your only means of getting around.


It was there, in that tiny little Colette store, that shit hit the fan.


You were going through items on the rack, looking for something to possibly wear tonight. Your hand stopped on a cute black number, and you grinned, humoring yourself and pulling out the leather dress that left very, very, very little to the imagination.


Holding the piece over your body, you looked up at the mirror, which ran along every wall and almost dropped your basket.


Standing there, staring at you with the most shocked look on his face, was Dylan O-fucking-Brien.


For a long moment neither of you spoke. You stared at him, watching a range of emotions flicker across his face (you were almost certain the same thing was happening to you) before he plastered on a smile and approached you.


Immediately you lowered the dress, wondering if you still smelt like sex from earlier. Dylan stood in front of you, smiling gently and you heart rate began to pick up, panic overtaking your body.


“Hey.” He said calmly, hands tucked into the front pocket of his jeans. You smiled back, a bit nervously.


“H-Hi.” You replied, taking a moment to look him over. Obviously he was older, considering the last time you had seen him was almost three years ago, but it wasn’t that. He looked tired, sick even. “Are you okay?”


Dylan’s smile faltered slightly before he stood up a little straighter. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” He said lightly, and you too fixed your posture. “How’s it been going with you? Heard you’re dating that Garfield guy.”


“We’re friends.” You smiled, but it felt absolutely fake. You hated this; hated how this was some kind of battle of wills where neither could show any weakness. “How are you and Brit doing?”


Again, his smile faltered but returned stubbornly. “We’re awesome. I mean why wouldn’t we be? It’s not like I don’t need her anymore.”


You physically winced, both at his words and at the tone with which they were said. Low fucking blow, you thought. Immediately, regret filled you ex’s eyes and he cleared his throat. “Sorry, that was-”


“It’s fine.” You said because you honestly didn’t give a fuck. You couldn’t meet his eye when you spoke again. “I’m happy for you, Dyl. I’m really glad you found someone.”


You put the bag and dress down, spinning on your heels and making a b-line for the door. “(Y/N) wait-” you heard Dylan call out after you, but you very pointedly ignored it.


When you finally stopped walking to wipe your eyes, you were already outside of the mall. You looked ahead at the calm, settled ocean outside and screamed into your hands.


***

By the time Andrew rolled around, you were back in bed, snuggling up with Mr Pickle, your stuffed Teddy, and cleaning out a tub of Ben & Jerry’s.


“I thought I told you to meet me at the club,” he said, walking through the doors. You looked up at him and immediately he was at your side. “What happened?”


“Ran into Dylan today.” You said, voice sounding bitter. “Had a lovely little chat.” Andrew didn’t say anything; he simply wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you in close.


You clutched onto him like a lifeline and began sobbing into his shirt. Andrew stiffened. “Imma kill the bastard.” He promised, tucking you in closer and gently drawing circles on the small of your back.


“I- I’m sorry,” You said, face still buried into his chest. “I’m being stupid. Haven’t seen the guy in three years and the first thing I do is make a sodding fool of myself.”


“Hey, shh,” Andrew cooed gently. “Come on love, don’t say that. You panicked.” He pulled back, wiping the tears under your eyes with his thumbs. “It’s okay now. You’re here, and safe and you never have to see the bloody moron again. Understand?”


You nodded quietly, and Andrew pulled himself completely on the bed. You shifted so that your limbs could entwine and he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.


Suddenly, you remembered why he was here in the first place.


“The club.” You said, sitting up. Andrew laughed.


“We’re not going.” He said and you gave him an odd look. “Not with you so heartbroken.”


You thought about it for a minute, remembering that you only had tonight and tomorrow morning left to spend with Andrew before he left for the Oscar’s. “I wanna.” You said. “I want to go, to get my mind off of things.”


He looked hesitant. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”


“Come on.” You said. “This is your last and only day here, and I know you’ve spent all of it sight seeing. One last stop before tomorrow night.”


He watched you with a careful expression before sighing and nodding. Untangling himself from your cuddle, he stood at full length and helped you up.


“Go on then.” He said. “Get dressed.”


You shot him a scandalized look, pretending that you hadn’t been crying moments ago. “With you standing right there?” He grinned, but you could still see the hesitance in his eyes.


“Ain’t nothing I haven’t seen before.” You gasped loudly and he chuckled. “Okay, I’m going. Hurry up.”


He left and you paused, wondering what to wear for the evening. Quickly, you eyes the Victoria’s Secret shopping bag with the Gucci one next to it. Well, a girl could always use a pick up.


Less than twenty minutes later you were dressed and looking gorgeous. You had on a tight, black dress that showed just the right amount of skin, with a set of sexy red VS underneath (for a bit of a confidence boost, you told yourself)


“Damn.” Andrew said when he saw you. He had straightened out his shirt and, now that you took the time to notice, looked absolutely delectable. “I should fuck you against the wall right now.”


Heat flushed over your face. “Maybe later, gorgeous.” You said, grabbing a clutch and bending down to pick up your wallet, knowing that it gave you friend a full view of your ass. “Let’s go.”


Andrew licked his lips but nodded nevertheless. The two of you set off to The Era and made it there within a few minutes. Immediately, Andrew led you to the front of the queue where you were let in, no questions asked.


The place was booming and full. The loud bass echoed in you ear as Andrew sat you down at the bar and ordered two shots of Tequila. Lights flashed purple and pink and blue, and you saw the way your teal heels glowed in the blue light of the club.


“This place looks awesome.” You told your friend as he handed you a shot. The two of you quickly drowned it.


“It’s supposed to be.” He yelled back over the loud music. “Dance with me.”

“Aren’t we supposed to be meeting your friends here?” You asked, and he smiled cheekily.


“Well, they’re not nearly as gorgeous as you.”

You grinned and stood, making your way to the dance floor and swaying your hips the way you knew he like it. Andrew laughed, but when he came up to you, his eyes were filled with lust.


You danced to the rhythm smoothly, loving the way your hips moved with his. Over the course of the next few hours, you had more and more to drink and soon you were on the dance floor once more, but it wasn’t with Andy.


“Wanna go back to my place?” The guy you were dancing with (James? Alex?) asked in a sultry voice. You grinned at him.


“No.” You giggled, completely pissed “I’m not supposed to go home with strangers.”


“Well I’m sure we can make an exception.” He said and suddenly his hands were roughly grabbing your ass as he made a dive for your lips. You protested against his mouth, but he either didn’t hear you or didn’t care as his tongue tried to pass your lips.


Suddenly, he was being pulled off you and your racing heart plummeted. “Fuck off.” A voice said, and fear filled your heart as a second man stood in front of you. You made a move to step back, to get away as quick as possible, but the man was faster.


He estimated your moves and quickly grabbed a hold of you, almost pushing you away from the crowd of people. You struggled against him, but he was too strong and held on to you too tightly as he pushed out of the back door of a club.


You blinked, doing your best to slow down your heart rate and have a rational thought. Your mind began to swin as you looked around, realizing that you were now in a back alley. You needed to get out, now.


“Are you okay?”


You jumped, both from the unexpected question and the hand that now gently rested on your back. In the light of the alley way, you could now see the face of your attacker and let out a sigh of relief.


“Dylan.” You said, as if to confirm that he was real. With a drop of your head, you took a deep breath. “It- it’s you. You. I’m- it’s you.” The panic began to slowly leave your body as you squeezed your eyes shut, wanting nothing more than for the ground to swallow you up whole.


“(Y/N),” he placed a warm hand on your bare arm and suddenly, you realized just how cold it was. “What were you-” he cut himself off, seemingly thinking better than to ask. “Come on. Let’s get you home, okay?”


You nodded, eyes glued to your feet. You felt completely ashamed of yourself, and as your sobriety returned, so did your disgrace. The reality of the situation hit you hard, and you wished nothing more than to disappear, or maybe get hit by a bus.


“Did you come here yourself?” Dylan asked, his voice gently. Your head began to each and you didn’t meet his eyes when you answered.


“With Andrew.” You said simply. Dylan took a deep breath, and finally you looked up to see a mixture of anger and hesitance and, most dominantly, fear in his brown eyes.


“Where is he now?” You shrugged, but you were pretty sure he’d run away to get his rocks off with some red headed girl. “Forget it. You can text him. I’ll drive.”


You nodded and Dylan lead you back into the club. You couldn’t help yourself; quickly, you reached for his hand and gripped it tight, making your way through the crowd. The only indication that he’d even noticed was a small moment of hesitance before he carried on.


The drive to the hotel was deadly silent. You barely raised your head, too ashamed of what happened to say a word. Dylan had opened his mouth to say something twice, but nothing came out.


“One & Only.” Dylan announced when the car came to a stop. “Someone told me it’s really amazing.”


You looked up, opening your mouth to thank him before realizing something. “Shit.” You said instead and Dylan raised a brow.


“Not that.” A flush covered your face. “I left my bag at the club. I- I’ve got my phone, but my key card was in there. They’re gonna give me hell at the front desk.”


You promptly clamped your mouth shut. “Fuck it. I’m so sorry about all of this. I- I don’t know what would’ve happened if you hadn’t been there tonight. So, um thanks.”


Quickly, you made a move for the handle of the door but Dylan’s voice stopped you. “Wait.” He said and you turned to look at him. He looked uncertain, but there was no lie in his voice when he spoke. “You’ve had a shit night and I’m sure you don’t want to deal with more drama. You can stay at my hotel tonight. Deal with all this tomorrow.”


'I don’t want your pity’ you wanted to snap, but honestly the thought of having a warm bed to crawl in to was far more comforting. “Thank you.” You said instead, and Dylan started up the car again.


The drive to his hotel is spent in silence as well, but it felt a lot less tense.


“What were you doing?” Dylan finally asked, five minutes into the drive. You sighed, looking out the window. “I’m serious (Y/N). I thought you were smarter than that.”


“Well, I guess a lot can change in five fucking years.” You snapped, then immediately felt guilty for it and sealed your mouth. “I wasn’t thinking straight.”


After a beat, Dyaln spoke again. “I’m sorry. I’m being a dick.” He said, gripping the steering wheel tighter. “It’s just,- God the way that guy was looking at you. I thought he was gonna strip you down and fuck you raw right then and there.” You grinned in spite of yourself, and pretended to not hear Dylan’s quiet mumble of 'That’s what I would’ve done’.


A laugh left your lips. “First day here and I’m already making stories to tell my grandkids one day.”


“You’re gonna tell your grandkids that?” He asked in a mock horrified voice. You laughed again.


“Yeah.” You grinned. “Gotta tell them how not to fuck up. All the shit they shouldn’t do coz they’re gonna regret it a couple years down the road.”


Dylan smiled, but it was a little sad. “We all do stupid shit that we regret.”


The two of you fell into silence once more, only now you were both lost in deep thought. You’d give anything, you thought, to take a look at what was happening inside that pretty little head of his right now.


A few minutes later, Dylan pulled up into a parking space. You didn’t recognize the hotel, but it had a beautiful view of Table Mountain, which was currently glowing with the city lights. He saw the way your eyes stared and laughed.


“Yeah, pretty much the only reason I picked this place.” He got out of the car and you followed, keeping close by. Once you two had gotten into the lobby, you took off your heels and padded with bare feet to the elevator and into Dylan’s suit.


“You can take the bed.” He told you, taking off his shoes and popping his shoulders.


“No, it’s fine.” You said, switching your phone on to see a couple of messages from Andrew. Ignoring them for the time being, you walked over to the couch. “I’m good here.” You we’re sure that you would pass out the moment your head hit the pillow, but Dylan’s laugh stopped you from doing so.


“You’re gonna have a killer hangover tomorrow.” He said gently and you sat up. “Take the bed.” He motioned with his head to a door on the wall next to the balcony. “I’ll get you some water and aspirin and then you can pass out, then it won’t be as bad in the morning.”


Your mouth opened to argue, but Dylan was already at the small kitchenette and you didn’t have the energy to speak loudly, your throat already burning from the too strong tequila. Instead, you stood and stretched and made you way to the bedroom.


Sitting on the bed, you allowed the events of the last six hours to pour over you. The longer you thought about it, the more embarrassed you felt. Honestly, you stopped speaking to Dylan entirely more than three years ago, when he said that he didn’t feel right talking to his ex while being so serious about another girl. To show up now, completely pissed and sleep in his bed was a testament to how utterly fucked up the last few months of your life had been.


You almost stood to call an Uber, but the door opened before you could. “Here.” Dylan walked up to you with a glass and two pills in his hands. “You’ll feel better in the morning,” he paused. “Or at least better than you would have.”


A grateful smile stitched itself onto your face. “Thank you.” You said, and really really meant it. It had been a long time since you had felt this taken cared of, this much at home. Dylan smiled down at you, staring into the depths of your eyes.


A long moment passed before he looked away.


“Um,” he walked across the room to where a set of bags sat, still packed. You wondered how long he’d been here. He dug into the bag and came back up with a white T-shirt which he tossed at you. “That’s probably more comfortable, than well-” he raked his eyes down your form and you blushed gently.


“Thanks.” Your head was ducked so you missed the way his eyes darkened.


“I’ll just- um,” he made a gesture to the door then pretty much ran out of it. You laughed gently, reaching behind you dress to pull the zipper off and walking to the mirror.


By some will of God your makeup had remained mostly in place. You dropped the black dress and smiled slightly, remembering how sexy you had felt when you first put on the lacey red bra and panties.


“I forgot to get a pillow-”


You spun around at the sound of Dylan’s voice, arms reaching up to cover yourself on instinct. The dark haired boy stood halfway in the door frame, apparently frozen and staring at your body.


There was a moments hesitation, where uncertainty hung in the air and neither of you knew what to do. It was only a moment.


“Ah, fuck it.”


Dylan crossed the room in three quick strides and was in front of you a second later. His hands cupped your jaw and titled your head up, lips meeting in a frantic kiss.


You arms wrapped themselves around us shoulders, pulling him closer as his mouth devoured your own. You moaned softly against him and felt the shudder that hit his body at the sound. You filled with pride, knowing that you could still get that reaction out of him.


“Wait.” You breathed, pulling back. Dylan looked at you with concern. “You have a girlfriend.”


He looked sheepish. “Yeah, I might have lied a bit.” You chuckled slightly at his confession, and Dylan smiled slightly. “Do you wanna stop?” He asked, and despite the lust in his eyes, you knew that he was being serious.


“Don’t you dare.” You warned, reconnecting your lips with a kiss more feverant than the last. Dylan chuckled slightly, but met you kiss for kiss as his hands began to trail down your body.


“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered, eyes still closed. You felt his hands reached behind you as he unclasped your bra, kissing down your neck. The fabric fell down your arms, and you were sure Dyaln did something to it but you didn’t care.


His hands began fondling you. He gently caressed the soft skin of your supple breasts, as you arched into him. He cupped you firmly, a thumb running over you nipple, which had been hard from the cold air as well as the heat.


“Well that’s hardly fair.” You said, tugging at his shirt. Dylan got the message and pulled back, striping down completely before you pulling you back in, pushing a knee between your legs.


You moaned loudly. “Better?” He asked, hands moving to your thighs. You brought his lips back to your and kissed him passionately as he squeezed your ass and pulled you forward. You got the message, jumping up and wrapping your legs around his waist while he carried you to the bed.


His tongue battled with yours for dominance which you happily surrendered as he explored your mouth, his body moving against yours. You reach a hand between your bodies and found his cock.


Wrapping your fingers around his member, you began to pump him quickly, running your finger over the slit. Dylan moaned and pulled away. “If you don’t stop, this is gonna be a really shitty night for you.”


You laughed slightly. “Then what are you waiting for?” Dylan grinned, reaching to the bedside drawer and pulling out a condom. He tore the packet with his teeth, *fuck* and rolled the rubber down his length. You watch with a watering mouth.


“I wanna blow you.” You said. “But later.” Dylan moaned at your words and leaned down again to kiss you. He positioned himself at your entrance and nibbled on your jaw as he pushed in.


You moaned, your nails digging into his back. Dylan let out a gruff chuckle. “God, how are you so fucking tight?” He asked, pulling back almost completely before thrusting in again, hard.


“Oh,” You breathed, hands find his jaw and stroking it gently as you pulled him down for another kiss. His hands were on either side of your head as he kissed you passionately, and you moaned desperatly, wanting more.


Dylan didn’t move.


“Please.” You begged, pulling away for air. Dylan smirked down at you.


“Please what?” He asked teasingly. You groaned softly.


“Please fuck me.” He chuckled, pulling out and thrusting in, slowly.


“Like that?” He asked, his voice deep and raspy. You wanted to scream. He sounded so smooth and sexy, and looking at you with that smug little smirk on his face, you knew you wouldn’t last long.


“Harder. Faster.” You begged, digging your nails into his shoulder blades and dragging them down. Dylan moaned, and you loved the feeling of his hard, thick muscles under your hands.


Suddenly, he pulled out and began slamming in to you, his pace quick and brutal. You let out a screaming moan as Dylan’s hips slammed against the inside of your thighs.


“Oh God, Dyl!” You moaned, clutching on to him for dear life. “Yeah, baby, just like that.”


“So beautiful.” He said softly. “Laying there, holding onto to me so tight. So wet for me, baby.” He moaned, thrusting in harder.


He reached a hand between your bodies and pressed a thumb to your clit, not letting up at all on his brutal pace. You lasted two seconds before you came with his name on your tongue and his hands in your hair.


With a rushed warning, he followed you over the edge one, two, three thrusts later, spilling into the condom and laying over you. He supported his weight on him forearms, as not to crush you, as he looked down at you with something akin to love in his eyes.


For a long while the two of you stayed like that, basking in the glory of afterglow. You stared up at him, remembering, wondering how you’d given it up the first time.


“I never thought I’d hear you say my name like that again.” He admitted, leaning down and kissing your parted lips. You smiled into it.


“Never thought I’d say it, either.” He smiled, pulling out of you and getting up. He walked to the bathroom and got rid of the condom, coming back with a wet towel which he placed delicately between your legs.


Your hips moved up at the touch. He chuckled slightly, cleaning you up and putting the towel back. “I was a bit brutal,” he admitted, joining you in bed, and pulling you close.


“I loved it.” You assured him, tucking yourself into his chest. Dylan sighed and you could feel the tension draining out of him.


“Dylan” you said softly. “Promise me this isn’t gonna be it.”


“I promise.” He didn’t even hesitate. “And you, promise me this isn’t gonna be one of those things we all do that we regret.”


“I promise.”

Everyone’s on twitter. Idjit.

Pairing : Past!JaredxReader, Jensen
Word count : 1,710
Author :Mel
A/N : More parts for @bigdaddymongoose.

Part 13 of ‘My son, Bringer of Storms.’



The first few days of Jared not seeing you at work, he accepted that. He didn’t expect you to to be around him much for a while after what had happened. When it started to hit a week of him not seeing you at work, or anywhere else, he started to wonder. “Jen?”

“Yeah?” Jensen turned from the screen he was re-watching the last scene they shot on.

“Have you seen Y/N?”

Jensen thought for a second. “No, haven’t heard from her since River’s birthday. Why? You haven’t either?”

Jared shook his head. “Not since…”

“Since Gen took you back?” Jared nodded. Jensen knew everything that happened. “I’m sure she’s around. Probably just keeping some distance for a bit. Give her time.”

“Yeah..” Jared nodded. “Yeah, maybe we just need time..” He scanned the area hoping to get a glimpse of you hurrying off somewhere at least.

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That Misleading Sex Scene (Sebastian Stan X Reader)

Title: That Misleading Sex Scene  [ REQUESTED by @melconnor2007 ]

Pairing: Sebastian Stan X Reader

Genre: Fluff, Slight angst 

MASTERLIST

Hey sweetie, here’s the completed request and I hope it is up to standard. I tweeked it slightly because I thought It’d be weird for reader not to know how filming works if they’ve been together for some time. Enjoy! 

Sebastian and (Y/N) met on a cold winter morning in the small cafe round the corner of his apartment.

(Y/N) was on her way to work that morning and was going to grab herself a cup of tea to start the day and Sebastian was back in New York after a long three months of filming away in Los Angles. He was on his way back home from his session at the gym when he stopped to get himself breakfast at the cafe.

The poor man forgot his wallet at the gym locker and was left stranded at the cafe, his bagel and cup of joe in hand, but no money what so ever to pay for them.

(Y/N) was behind him in line and noticed the worry lines forming on his forehead and the awkward smile the server had on her face. She realized the man in front of her seemed to have forgotten his wallet and just as he was about to call someone to come help him pay when she stepped forward and placed a couple of bills on the counter and ordered her tea with a smile.

“I’ll take an English Breakfast and please put his order on my tab.” (Y/N) offered, giving Sebastian a nod and a smile.

His face immediately loosened up and a relieved smile hung on his lips.

“Thank you so much. I forgot my wallet back in the gym and I was just about to get someone to help me bring it over.” Sebastian said, his smile still not fading as he took in (Y/N) dressed in a simple white dress shirt, tucked into a mid-length pencil skirt, a pair of deep burgundy heels on her feet, her hands filled with documents.

Sebastian didn’t get to pay (Y/N) back for his breakfast that day. She brushed him off when he offered to leave her his number, much to his amusement. But that didn’t stop the actor from sitting at the table right by the cafe’s door every morning from that day on.


(Y/N) was having a lazy Sunday lounging in her apartment. She and Sebastian’s relationship has been going strong for six months and the actor was away on a movie filming schedule out of town. It was the first time Sebastian was to be away for more than a week for filming since they got together.

The couple made it a point to stay in contact via FaceTime and texts whenever their busy schedules allowed.

Sebastian was (Y/N)’s second boyfriend since her first back in college and she was overwhelmed by everything and even more so considering Sebastian’s job as an actor.

She didn’t know much about the film industry, having no friends or acquaintance working in Film other than Sebastian. She did know, however, that Sebastian was filming in a movie where he plays a gymnast.

Grabbing the iPad off the coffee table, she clicked on the app for news and habitually go to the entertainment segment, a habit she acquired once she started dating an actor.

She let the page load and shuffled to the cookie jar only to be disappointed by the lack of sweet treats, knowing that Sebastian probably snuck a few during his cheat day.

Her focus was pulled away by the iPad as she saw her boyfriend in one of the banners on screen. Her boyfriend, Sebastian Stan, was buck naked behind an equally naked blonde female, in an extremely compromising position.

Her eyes widened in disbelief, hands reaching for the device. Clicking on the article, (Y/N) desperately attempted to keep her tears at bay and read through.

Sebastian was apparently filming a sex scene with his female co-star for his next movie, The Bronze. Her boyfriend, Sebastian Stan, was filming a sex scene in LA, and (Y/N) had no idea it was happening.

Her hand loosened its grasp on the tablet and it slipped through, hitting the floor with a loud thud.

Just then, the familiar alert tone on FaceTime rang through her now silent apartment.

(Y/N) took one look at the caller and switched the device off and trudged back into her bedroom, wanting some time alone to clear her thoughts.

Why would Sebastian film a sex scene?

He’s an actor, but a sex scene?

Couldn’t they have gotten someone else that looked like him from the back to do it?

Why would he have sex with someone and not think to tell her?

Was it because they hadn’t taken that step in the relationship?

Was it her fault?

Thoughts flew past her mind, the worst it got as time passed. She couldn’t fathom the reason her loving boyfriend would go off and have sex with someone for a film and not think to ask if (Y/N) was comfortable with it.


Sebastian was well into the 50th call and 70th text message and all platforms (Y/N) was contactable on. If he was worried when the first call when to voicemail after a few rings, he was downright out of his mind as he hung up the 51st call that sent him straight to the machine.

He was pacing around set, hands clutching onto his phone, the worried frown on his face evident to the crew members.

“Hey, I really got to go home. Right now. I’ll make sure to be back by the time my next scene starts filming tomorrow at dawn. I promise. I just really need to go back now.” Sebastian said, his words coming out hasty, face etched with worry.

Seeing him so explicitly worried, her co-star and director, Melissa, gave him the go-ahead to head back home even offering to book him his ticket.


It was a grueling 5 and a half hour flight, and Sebastian slept not a wink. Once he got off the plane, he was back on his mission to call you.

As the call went to voicemail once again, he let out a frustrated growl, swiftly making his way to hail a cab to your apartment.

You were curled up in the think blanket that still vaguely smelled like your boyfriend. Your eyes swollen, nosed red and stuffed up from the hours of crying and self-doubt.

The harsh opening of your room’s door shocked you as you turn to look at the intruder.

Your puffy eyes met with Sebastian gray ones, his eyes swimming with worry. He took only two quick steps and reached you. He gathered you close towards his broad chest, your form still wrapped in the thick duvet.

“I was so worried (Y/N). You scared me half to death,” he whispered into your neck, face buried in the comfort of your scent.

You pulled yourself from him lightly and looked down on your lap as you wrung the end of your sweater.

“Why are you back Seb? You should still be… be filming.” you replied, sounding resigned and tired.

Sebastian took one look at you and registered something was more than amiss. He placed his warm hands on your cheeks and kneeled by the bed, pulling your face towards him own, your foreheads touching.

“Whats wrong baby? You gotta talk to me,” he asked with a soft voice, eyes desperate for some sort of answer.

“I… just… am I enough for you?” (Y/N) questioned back, voice not louder than a whisper.

The question caught the man off guard, his eyebrows shot up, frown lines evident.

“Of course you’re enough. You’re more than enough!” came his reply, his thumbs rubbing her now wet cheeks.

Her sobbing broke his heart and he was desperate to find out what made his sweet girlfriend so distraught.

“I… Then why… why would you… why would you have… have sex with… with someone else?” (Y/N)’s reply came out choppy between sobs.

Sebastian had an array of emotions passing through his face, from worry to confusion and finally to realization.

“Oh sweetheart, it was just a scene, my love. We didn’t do anything, God forbid!” Sebastian explained, gathering the weeping girl into his arms as he positioned himself on the bed, his back resting on the headboard, his girlfriend completely snuggled in his warmth.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mention it before. It has been years since I last dated someone and my girlfriends before were all in the industry and it just completely slipped my mind that you may not understand how this works. Oh, baby, I am so sorry.” Sebastian tried to explain to (Y/N), pulling the girl closer to him,

“Everything was acting, we didn’t do anything that we shouldn’t have, I promise. I could even get you the uncut tape so you could check for yourself! Please don’t cry anymore.” he pleaded.

Hearing his explanation, you burst into even louder sobs. The guilt you felt was extreme. You couldn’t believe that you thought so lightly of your boyfriend and that you caused him so much worry he left filming just to come back to pacify you.

Your apologies came out choppy and sob-filled and you heaved out your sorry’s to Sebastian.

The man effortlessly lifted you off him and settled you next to him, still close.

“I’m sorry too, baby. I’m still new to our dating thing. And I may forget to tell you some things, I may even say the wrong things and make you upset. But please remember, I will always love you, no matter what you may think. Let’s work on this together alright?” Sebastian murmured, as he rested his forehead on hers.

(Y/N) gave him a nod of acknowledgment, teary eyes full of apologies.

“And you will be coming back with me to LA for filming alright, sweetheart? I’ll show you everything about my job! It’ll be fun I promise.” Sebastian offered as he placed a sweet kiss on your lips.

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This is a requested piece. I have never written for Sebastian Stan before so I wouldn’t know if I’m any good. But I hope this was okay. As per usual, let me know if you’d like to be tagged or untagged!

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Jonathan Byers x Reader (Request)

Request from @phan—anime: Can I request a Jonathan Byers fluffy imagine where you go missing instead of will and you and Jon secretly like each other - he goes crazy when you’re home but when you return it’s super cute and he says his feelings to you etc ? I have no idea if that makes sense - thank you in advance xx

A/N: Jonathan Byers is my photography loving, The Clash listening babe and I will forever love him.

Word Count: 3712 words

Originally posted by happycookiie


The place you hid in was cold. But you missed it dearly, or rather, the real version of it that you’d grown to love. Not this dystopian, crumbling version. No, certainly not.

You heard voices sometimes, but you believed them to be purely in your head.

There was no way you could hear Will, or Jonathan or even Joyce, not when you were so far away from them. You put it down to hiding in their house, staying there obviously was affecting your mental health combined with this world you seemed to have been dragged into.

You’d ran, and ran and ran. Away from the thing that had brought you here. You’d barely made it alive. It had run after you for ages, constantly on your tail. But you made it into Jonathan’s house, the only place that had come to mind for you to go. Needless to say, you were broken when you got there and found it to be empty, although you’d known deep down that it would be.

You missed talking to people. Going to the cinemas and seeing films with Nancy and Steve, walking in the forest with Jonathan taking photos of you. You especially loved the walks. Playing D&D with the boys, and dramatically acting out the game for them whilst Will told it. You missed sitting in the Byer’s kitchen on a morning, watching as Jonathan prepared breakfast for his family still with sleep in the corner of his eyes.

You were currently sat at that table, or where it should be anyway. There were slight differences between wherever you were, and back home. Like the table in the middle of the kitchen that was broken and smashed to bits around the room. It was never daytime here either and there was no concept of time, all the clock handles just spun constantly or the numbers stayed on 00:00. So you slept whenever you felt like it and as best as you could, considering you also had to keep a watch out for the monster coming back. You heard screams once, faint and very far away from where you were but they still terrified you. They were short-lived and you knew the monster had gotten the poor bastard.

You got bored easily as well, so you liked to go around and count things in the house. The number of paintings, walls, corners of a room, lightbulbs. You would sing as well, usually something Jonathan would play in his car or a song that Steve would have belted out horribly in the corridor at school in an attempt to embarrass you and Nancy. Stuff like that stopped you from being scared, a distraction from what was out there.

But as you sat in the middle of the room, you watched the clock on the wall and saw something that terrified you even more. The clock stopped turning. Of course, it could just be a battery running out, but you looked at the other clocks and saw that they were all the same. All of them read 6:32, and seemed to work as if they were all in sync with time again.

You didn’t know what it meant, but part of you wondered if it meant your rescue. Another part told you not to be so stupid and get your hopes up. How on earth could the clocks relate to your safety?

You averted your attention from the clocks and shut your eyes, leaning back in the chair. You were so tired, although you weren’t certain, you guessed you hadn’t slept for over twenty hours. The monster had passed by the house not so long ago, dragging something very alive with it. It had been crying anyway and making noises like it was in excruciating pain. You’d hidden in the cupboard under the sink as you heard it scratch around the building.

It left after what you assumed to be five minutes as you’d counted to your best ability.

“Y/N?” A faint voice called to you. You screwed your eyes shut tighter, ignoring it.

“Y/N!” The voice said again, more urgent this time. You continued to ignore it, massaging your temples with the tips of your fingers.

“Shut up.” You mumbled to yourself. The voices were coming back again, but you were determined to block them out.

“Y/N?” The voice was louder now, but again urgent to capture your attention.

“Get out of my head.” You hissed, sitting forward and hunching over yourself. Your head was pounding now, and you could do nothing except curl up in pain.

“Y/N!”

“Y/N, are you here?”

“Get out!” You cried, forgetting about being quiet in case the monster was nearby. The sound of creaking boards met your ears and your head whipped up to look at the kitchen doorway. Lights were shining in the hallway, casting shadows along the floor.

“Y/N?” The voice called through the house, and you realised it wasn’t the voices in your head but rather the voices of the people now in the house. One moment the lights were shining in the hallway, the next they were in your face and blinding you from seeing who was here. You covered your eyes and tried to shield them from the harsh torchlight, wishing you could see the stranger’s faces.

“Y/N! Oh my God you’re here!” Cried a familiar voice. One of the torches was lowered to the floor and someone crouched in front of you, shielding you from the light. But you could now see that the face hiding under a large helmet was none other than Joyce. She had tears in her eyes as she removed the helmet, detaching it from her hazmat suit so she could talk to you properly.

“I can’t believe we found you!” She laughed, pulling you in for a hug. You feebly brought your arms up to hug Joyce, managing a little squeeze. You were so malnourished and weak, yet you hadn’t realised how much so until you felt Joyce’s strong grip holding you.

The other rescuer removed their helmet and you were surprised to see Hopper’s face.

“Hopper?” You questioned, looking to Joyce for answers.

“It’s a story for another time, because right now we need to get you out of here before that thing comes for us.” Hopper barked, pulling his helmet back on and picking up Joyce’s torch.

“H-How did you get here?” You asked as Joyce helped you to your feet, hooking one arm around your waist and letting you lean into her for support. Your legs wobbled dangerously but you kept your ground and began to walk forward with Joyce.

“An open portal, it took a lot of persistency to get here. It wasn’t easy to get access to it.” Hopper explained, opening the front door and checking to make sure the monster wasn’t lurking outside. All clear.

You nodded, trying your best to focus on putting one foot in front of the other successfully.

“Hopper, help me. She’s struggling.” Joyce pleaded, trying to keep you up on your feet as you stumbled, your head going fuzzy as your vision swam before you. You reached your hand out to grab Hopper by the arm but your foot caught on one of the thick roots that covered everything in this desolate world. You crashed to the floor, letting darkness consume you.

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You felt warm. For the first time in so long, you could feel warmth seeping into your bones. You were no longer numb from the constant chill of the air. Opening your eyes, you first saw the window to your right with golden sunlight pouring through. Turning your head to the left, you saw the door was open a crack and music drifted through from somewhere. You knew this room. You recognised the large vinyl player, the record albums all stacked up, rolls of camera film strewn over the little bedside cabinet. You wondered if this was all a dream, a sick trick by your mind that would eventually reveal that you were still in that other world. The other place.

You spread your arms out either side of you, stretching and clinging onto the bedsheets for certainty that this was real. You hadn’t been lurched back into the cold, unfamiliar world yet, so you figured this was real. But still…

Climbing out of bed, you noticed you were wearing a thick, cream-coloured jumper and your underwear. Had someone got you dressed for bed?

Your head was still fuzzy so you couldn’t remember clearly, but one memory managed to slip through the haze. Joyce, calling your name into the dark and bright, harsh lights that blinded you. Touching your temple gingerly, you walked barefoot to the bedroom door and slowly opened it a few more inches to look into the hallway.

Empty, but there was definitely music coming from somewhere in the house and singing too. Bad singing.

You stepped out of the room and gently shut the door behind you without it banging. The hallway was bright too, natural light pouring in and illuminating the flecks of dust floating in the air. You walked in the path of the sunlight, loving how warm it felt on the backs of your legs and the fuzzy feeling of the carpet. You noticed a large burnt patch on the carpet, but you decided to leave it alone. You could ask about it later.

It was easy to locate the source of the music and noise that you supposed you would class as singing. It was coming from the kitchen, and as you approached the doorway the smell of a fry up hit your nostrils. It was a whack to the face, the tantalizing smells making your mouth water instantly. You hadn’t eaten in so long; it was a wonder you weren’t near death. But that didn’t matter now, because you could finally smell victory for your growling stomach.

Creeping up to the doorway, you poked your head around, gripping onto the wooden frame for support as you surveyed the scene before you. Everything was there, the table in the middle of the room, the chairs that were placed around it. Joyce and Will who sat minding their own business, Joyce sat reading a newspaper and Will drawing something. The “singing” was coming from Joyce, and you couldn’t help but smile just a little at Will’s disturbed expression.

Looking up from the table you saw someone else standing by the cooker, juggling between pans containing bacon, sausages and eggs.

“Will can you get the orange juice out?” Jonathan huffed, his back turned to you as he cooked breakfast for his mom and brother. Will got up from his seat and went over to the fridge, taking out the juice and kicking the fridge shut with his foot. As Will put the jug of orange juice in the centre of the table he suddenly looked up, the feeling of being watched alerting him to your presence. His face lit up though when he saw it was you stood there.

“Y/N!” He shouted, running around the table to greet you with an excited hug. You bent slightly so you too could hug him fondly, ruffling his hair up which you could remember him hating when you did it. He wriggled free to flatten his hair down, grumbling as he did so. You just smiled at him with a cheeky grin, glad that he was so glad to see you.

Jonathan and Joyce had now noticed you too, and Joyce was on her feet to embrace you too. She smothered you with a firm but caring hug, knowing just how fragile you still were.

“You’re awake! God, I thought you might never wake up.” Joyce sighed with relief, laughing as she took solace in your awakening.

“H-How long was I…” Your throat was hoarse from lack of using it, but Joyce understood what you were trying to ask.

“Four days, honey. Your parents know you’re okay, and they were fine with us taking care of you as they knew you’d have practically around-the-clock care.” Joyce patted your cheek comfortingly and guided you to a seat at the table.

“Hi Jonathan.” You addressed the young male as you sat down, noticing that he had remained speechless as Joyce had spoken to you. He smiled weakly, the dark bags under his eyes very prominent as he acknowledged you. Even in such a tired state, you still found the way his hair glowed in the sunlight and the little creases that appeared at the corners of his mouth when he smiled cute.

“Jonathan made you breakfast too if you’re hungry. He’s made extra for every meal the past few days, just in case you happened to wake up.” Joyce told you, folding her newspaper up whilst she looked at Jonathan with a sly smile.

Will snorted a little as he poured himself a glass of orange juice, earning a light tap on the back of the head from Jonathan.

“Shut up.” Jonathan mumbled, turning back round to serve up the food before it burnt.

“Thank you. It really means a lot.” You told him, although his back was facing you. Jonathan laughed softly as he came over with four plates of food balanced on his arms.

“It’s only breakfast.” He admitted, but you shook your head.

“No, I meant for everything. I noticed you let me use your room, and I’m sorry if that caused any issues.” You apologised, reaching for the jug of orange juice at the same time Jonathan did. Your hands met on the glass handle and you both locked eyes with each other.

“Really, it was no problem. You needed the best care, and I offered for you to use my room.” Jonathan explained, letting go of the jug and taking his hand off yours so that you could have it first.

You didn’t want to sound like a broken record by saying “Thank you” again, so you smiled at him across the table and tried not to let yourself get too worked up about how warm his hand had felt over yours. You couldn’t stop the slight tremble in your hand though.

You managed to eat a fair amount of food, but despite being so hungry you couldn’t keep eating without feeling like you would throw up if you had another mouthful. Will nabbed your leftover piece of toast and when Joyce scolded him you assured her it was fine and slipped him the rest of the food.

“I have to go to work, I’ll be back later today okay? Look after Y/N you two.” Joyce ordered her sons, grabbing her coat off the back of the chair and squeezing your shoulder before she dashed out.

“Will, do the dishes please. I want to talk to Y/N, alone.” Jonathan got up from the table and walked around to your side, offering his hand for you. You put your hand in his and let him help you to your feet, holding onto his hand a little longer than necessary whilst you pushed the chair under the table. Will began to complain but Jonathan told him the quicker they were cleaned the quicker he could go to Mike’s house. This got Will’s attention, and he leapt up from his seat, gathering the plates without any persuasion.

Jonathan led you out of the kitchen and back to his bedroom, shutting the door so he could cut out the noise of Will crashing around the kitchen. You sat on the edge of his bed and messed with the sheets, tracing patterns with your finger.

“I missed you.” Jonathan stated, sitting down beside you. “I was so worried about you, even when you were here. I haven’t slept much.” He admitted, rubbing his eyes as he spoke. You looped your arm through his and leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder.

“But I’m safe now. I’m okay.” You told him, dragging your fingers up and down the sensitive skin on the inside of his arm. “Will you sleep now?” You asked him. He exhaled slowly, weighing out the probabilities.

“Probably not. Not when I know you could still get hurt and I can’t protect you.” He confessed, placing his other hand over yours which was resting on his arm. He pushed his fingers to interlock with yours and dragged his thumb across your knuckle in slow strokes.

“I missed you too, you know.” You confessed as well. Slowly, pieces of your time in that other world were returning to you. Singing songs by yourself, missing home, missing the walks with Jonathan, wishing you could see Nancy and Steve again.

“Really?” Jonathan asked in surprise.

“Yeah, just the stuff we did together and the car journeys where you’d play your mixtapes of songs you loved.”

“I’ve missed that too.” Jonathan agreed, yawning slightly as he tried to keep his eyes open despite it being the late morning.

“You said you couldn’t sleep knowing you couldn’t protect me if I was at a risk of getting hurt. If you stay in here do you think you could sleep then? I mean, it is your room after all!” You gently coaxed Jonathan to lie on his back, lying by his side with his hand still holding onto yours.

“Maybe.” Jonathan whispered, turning his head so he could look at you from where you both lay down.

“Just shut your eyes, and relax. Focus on something that will keep you calm.” You commanded, also doing what you said so that he wouldn’t feel left out.

“You.” Jonathan murmured to himself as he lay beside you with his eyes closed. You were glad he couldn’t see the blush on your face when he said this, so you continued to speak like nothing had happened.

“Think of something you’d love to do and imagine you’re doing it, something relaxing.” You muttered, wondering how it would feel to have Jonathan huddled against your back, an arm draped over you as he spooned you and kissed the back of your neck softly.

“I am.” Jonathan sighed, a hint of a smile appearing on his face. His cheeks flushed a dark shade of red, obviously embarrassed about whatever had crossed his mind.

“It must be something funny.” You giggled, sitting up on your elbow so you could lean over him. He opened his eyes and the smile only grew wider at the sight of you.

“No, I just got really flustered. It made my tummy feel all warm.” Jonathan beamed up at you, reaching a hand up to stroke your face. The warmth from his touch made the hairs on your arm stand up, your senses going into overload. “I really was worried about you. But, knowing you’re here and safe with me, it kind of makes everything else okay.”

You leaned into Jonathan’s touch, a heat spreading in your chest as the beating of your heart quickened. “I like you Jonathan, I really do. You were always in my thoughts when I was stuck in that horrible place.”

Just the thought of that world made tears spring to your eyes. Jonathan was quick to sit up and slip his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest as you wept into his jumper. “I was so alone Jonathan, it was so alien and unnatural. I had no one.” You confessed, bunching your fist into the woollen material.

“You have me now. That place, the Upside Down it’s called, is gone. You’ll never see it again, because you’re going to be here with me and I’ll be your knight in a denim jacket, armed with my sheer adoration for you.” Jonathan murmured the sweet words in your ear, his lips brushing against your hair as he slowly combed his fingers through. You loved his devotion to the people who mattered to him, and his unwavering commitment towards keeping you safe.

“Jonathan?” You asked, moving so you weren’t hiding your face in his chest and instead you and him were face to face.

“Yes?” He replied, his voice hitching in his throat as he swallowed nervously. The tension between the two of you was palpable as you found yourselves leaning in towards each other. Jonathan gazed at your lips through half-lidded eyes, his gaze lustful as he looked up to lock eyes with you.

“Kiss me.” You whispered, shutting the gap between you both and sealing your lips together in a smooth, ardent kiss. Jonathan couldn’t help the small sigh that escaped his lips when he pulled away for a moment to catch his breath. But you craved more, and he obliged to you pulling him back in to reconnect your mouths. There was a knock on Jonathan’s bedroom door, obviously Will had finished with his job of washing up, so you pulled away.

“Shouldn’t you get that?” You gasped, your chest heavily moving up and down as you found yourself breathless. Jonathan paused for a moment and looked at the door. He shook his head and ignored the knocking.

“I don’t want this to stop.” He muttered, pressing chaste kisses to your lips. But Will’s voice interrupted Jonathan’s trail of kisses from moving to your neck. Jonathan stopped, his lips hovering over your jaw as he slowly exhaled with exasperation. The hot air across your skin made goose bumps rise all over your body.

“Yeah Will?” He called out, his head resting in the crook of your neck.

“Can you take me round to Mike’s now?” Will yelled from outside the room. Jonathan huffed, torn between staying with you and his promise to his little brother.

“Sure, go get in the car and wait for me. I’ll be five minutes.” Jonathan told him, waiting for Will’s footsteps to fade away as he ran off.

“Five minutes?” You arched an eyebrow, smiling as Jonathan pulled you down after him, getting you to lay your head on his chest.

“Just five more minutes.” He sighed, stroking his hand down your back. “Five minutes where I can just hold you and know that you’re mine.”

“Keep this up and you’ll have all the time in the world.” You hummed, shutting your eyes as you listened to the sporadic beat of his heart.

“I hope so.”


Requests are open!

Tags: @princess-of-steel @phan—anime @kurtwxgners

anonymous asked:

Could you write a short Harry story where it's you're 21st birthday in Vegas and you meet Harry at a club then end up at his hotel room? I had a dream like this and I wanna read about it over and over again xo

this is a little different and i’m sorry this is so late but i suddenly got inspired to write again so !!

“to finally being able to legally drink!”

you laugh as you lift up your glass and toast with all of your friends. drowning back the expensive champagne that your best friend had bought for this special occasion, you can’t help but let a tear slip down your cheek.

“happy tears, right?” your best friend tries to keep up your happy facade in front of the rest of the guests, and they all buy it, but you secretly know better. to say the least, this year was the hardest year of your life.

harry had left you.

on perfectly understandable circumstances, of course, but that doesn’t mean it hurt less.

“we can’t be together if we’re on opposite ends of the world,” he had whispered into your ear as you cried into his shoulder. “but i love you, kitten. i’ll always love you. and maybe one day, we’ll meet again.”

“oh yeah? what if you’re with somebody else?”

he pulls away slightly so he can look into your eyes–so you could see the severity of his promise. “it’s always going to be you. my heart is always going to belong to you. no matter who i’m with.”

and for the last year, you’ve been tucked away in boston, studying criminal law and trying not to search up his name on your computer every chance you got.

but now you were in los angeles, because your best friend had insisted you to drive down to party in the party state. so you did. and surprisingly, not once on the way down did you think you’d see him.

he was off in france, the last time you heard, filming a movie. so bumping into him in one of the roughest bars in downtown LA was just as likely as you becoming a surgeon (and with these clammy hands and fear of blood? that wasn’t gonna happen in three lifetimes). 

but as you sip the last remains of your drink, you see him.

you see him looking at you, through the midst of people–through the fog of cigarette smoke, there he was.

harry styles.

looking at you.

at first you’re certain you’ve finally gone crazy. you even pinch yourself a couple of times to make sure you’re not dreaming. and you see him smile when he spots you squeezing the skin of your arms.

hi, he mouths, like you two have never met.

like you didn’t think about him every single day.

your friends didn’t notice your sudden silence, blaming it all on your shallow alcohol tolerance, so they didn’t question you when you said you wanted to be excused to the bathroom.

meeting harry’s eyes again across the room, you watch him excuse himself from his friends and you’re halfway up the stairs when you see him following you. and it’s not until you have your arms around his neck in the small bathroom space that you knew for certain he was real.

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“i missed you,” you blurt out in a whisper, tears stinging the sides of your cheeks. “how are you here?”

“your best friend texted me and told me that she would kick me in the bullocks if i dared to show up here,” he chuckles under his breath and wipes a stray tear away from your face. then he wraps his arms around your waist and holds you to him tightly. “but i couldn’t resist. i had to see you. even if it was from a distance.”

“how’ve you been?” you both ask at the same time. you giggle but you can’t stop crying and then you realize he’s crying as well and you both fall into each other’s arms like a bag of limbs.

harry rests his head in the crook of your neck and whispers, “come on, let’s get out of here. my hotel room is right upstairs.”

“my friends…” you trail off, not bothering to finish that thought because they surely would understand. this was harry after all, and you would give up anything to spent a second with him.

even if that meant everything you had.

harry wasn’t kidding when he said his hotel room was right upstairs, because it took only a few minutes for your back to hit his perfectly made sheets and for him to pull the curtains open–letting the night sky stream in as he turned the lights off.

thinking back now, one might think that sex would be coming next. which is a reasonable guess, since you both hadn’t seen each other for a year and here he was standing in front of you looking more gorgeous than ever…but one must realize that there was a thin layer of something very pure between you both.

and sex would surely break it.

“do you still love me?” you ask softly as he lies down next to you, suit crumbling underneath him. 

you turn your body towards him and run your hands through his short hair as he whispers, “of course. i don’t think it’s possible for me to stop loving you.”

“i like your hair,” you say, because there was nothing else you needed to know. you’re scared that you’ll never stop crying. “it looks really good on you.”

“i like your hair too,” he licks his lips as his fingertips rub the tips of your newly-cut hair. “we should’ve gone to the same barber,” he jokes and you smile. he hesitates, before asking, “are you….are you seeing anyone?”

you don’t know what to say but the truth. “yes,” you confess. “he’sare you?” and from the moment that question leaves your lips, you know the answer. he looks down from your eyes for a moment, unsure of what to say, so you tell him, “i’m happy for you. you deserve…happiness.”

“she’s not you,” he blurts out. his hands slowly inch down to cradle your cheeks in his palms. “you know it’s always you.”

“and you know it’s always you,” you pull him closer and breathe in his familiar scent. “tell me she makes you happy.”

harry smiles a little sadly, “yeah, she does.”

and you’re surprised because you genuinely feel happy for him. not one ounce of selfishness possesses you. okay maybe one ounce. “does she tell the best jokes?” you ask as your lips gently graze his jaw and you hear him suck in a breath.

his dimples are evident as he grins, “you know you tell the best jokes.” unable to resist it any longer, you kiss him. it’s slow and tender and full of passion, as if all the words you’ve been aching to tell him over the course of a year are finally being said all at once.

he pulls away and rests his forehead against yours. “i’m sorry i broke us,” he apologises and you shake your head because you refuse to believe that he can be capable of anything but happiness. “i hope he didn’t mind picking up your shards.” you laugh and a tear escapes his eye when he sees your laughter lines. “tell me he makes you laugh. i know how much you love to laugh.”

“he likes my sense of humour,” you say, “and he likes the way i get passionate when i present a case in class–he’s a budding lawyer too, just like me.”

“i’m glad,” harry whispers, tracing circles into your skin. “i’m so glad you’re happy.”

“you don’t know how happy i am for you. but no matter what, if this is the last time we’ll see each other–” both of your hearts skip at this “–i want you to remember that i’ll always be here for you.”

harry’s tears are staining the sheets below. “and i want you to remember how much i love you.”

you smile. “promise me this: in a couple of years when i graduate and you’re at the peak of your career again…”

“we’ll get together,” he promises. “we’ll meet in a coffee shop, or a bar like just now, or a park, or a concert, wherever…”

“and we’ll be together,” you conclude. “forever.”

he vows, “the next time we see each other, we’ll be together forever. and that’ll be it.”

“close your eyes,” you tell him, and you do too. “i like to think that when i open them again, you’ll be mine for good. and i’ll be yours unconditionally.”

both of you hold each other like the pieces of a ying yang. perfectly, naturally, rightfully.

“happy birthday,” he murmurs.

“you’re right,” you smile. “I almost forgot.”

you can’t help but realize how perfect you two look right now: him in a suit and you in a white dress.

the irony of it all makes you hold him tighter.


ahahaha lmao this is such crap but oh well

exo reaction to you being scared of losing them (OT9)

anon: “exo reaction to you thinking they’re asleep and saying something like ’ please dont get hurt, that would kill me, i never want to lose you’….or something to that effect i guess….:)’

i kind of changed the “you thinking they’re sleeping part” because i felt like all of their reactions would be similar! the concept is still the same :)

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suho: you started crying thinking about how one of your closest relatives had passed away a few days ago; you didn’t want to lose suho either as you had spent 3 consecutive years together, he was the only one left for you to be by. as your heart started shattering to pieces thinking about suho, you felt two strong arms hold you closer, and tightly.

“don’t worry Y/N. i’ll never leave you.” suho comforted as he kissed the crown of your head.

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chanyeol: you wake up from a horrible dream where you and chan were in a  car accident. you had made it alive, but he didn’t. you woke up sweating and crying; chanyeol was working in his room late at night. as soon as he heard you, he rushed over and pulled you closely into his arms. once you said “please don’t leave me”, chanyeol looked at you with adoring eyes to say,

“i love you so so so much Y/N”

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baekhyun: some sick saesang fan had gotten your number and said there was an intruder in your house that was going to murder baek. you run back home from work with tears streaming down your face. you see him on the couch watching tv, jump on him, and give him a tight hug that knocks the air out of him. once you told him what happened, the anger starts boiling inside him yet he still hugs you back tightly, forever wanting to protect you. 

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kyungsoo: you turn on the tv to find that there was a huge forest fire; coincidentally right where kyungsoo was filming his movie. five bodies were already found dead, and a couple others were still not found. you grab your coat to drive to the destination but as you’re about to run out kyungsoo opens the door. you stare at him with tears in your eyes and envelope him in a hug.

“i’m here y/n, i’m always here with you, and i’ll never leave you.”

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kai: you jumped out of your seat when you heard the hospital room door slide open. you see kai patched up with a broken arm and foot; he had gotten into a car crash with his manager. jongin gives you a crushing hug as you two start crying with each other.

“i don’t know what i would’ve done if i left you” kai sniffles out as his eyes bore into your’s and he wipes your tears away.

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xiumin: you had to move away for a year to study abroad for the sake of achieving your dreams. the day before you had to leave, you had a breakdown. minseok started cheering you up and asking why you were afraid and soothing you how there’s nothing to worry about. you softly spoke to him and said, “i’m afraid you’ll move on from me…”

“oh y/n, even if you move on from me, my heart will never move on from you.”

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sehun: once you took care of sehun after he was out in a blizzard for 2 hours, you started crying and hitting his chest. “you idiot! you can’t just leave in the middle of our fight into a storm and almost kill yourself. you know how scared i was?” your voice cracks as you feel his arms snake around you and he kissed you head.

“i know y/n, that was childish of me. i-i-i love you..”

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chen: one of chen’s other band members had gone public with their idol girlfriend. you and chen were watching their interview on their “love life”: the girl was beautiful. you sighed and trudged to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, chen followed you like a lost puppy, “y/n is something wrong??”

“im not sure chen… wouldn’t you want a celebrity girlfriend whom you can go public with your relationship? … i feel like I’m going to lose you…”

“y/n that’s bullshit, you’re perfectly gorgeous to me; we can literally go public right now! it’d be wonderful to share to the world how lovely my girlfriend is”

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lay: you were chewing on your nails waiting for lay to wake up; he had fainted right in the middle of the stage after exo’s performance. you exhaled, you knew he was being too overworked. you heard yixing call out your name beside you, you instantly face him and hug him.

“yixing… i think it’d be best if you took a break. you’re overworking yourself and i don’t want to lose you one day. i talked to your manager and the company already and they’re giving you a couple weeks off.”

“you’re the best y/n, how did i ever find a girl like you…”

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Thanks To The Charger- Josh Dun

Request- Could you write one where josh and reader have a very soft and cute relationship rhen he proposes can their be slight sex scenes nothing too crazy but just crazy enough and also could you involve tyler in some way ty❤

This didn’t come out exactly how I wanted it to, but……….. hope you enjoy.

“Hey babe what do you say we go on a little date today.” Josh asked walking into your shared bedroom.

“Umm, yeah that sounds good with me, I just have to finish this email and I’ll get ready. Where were you thinking we go?”

“Don’t worry about that. Just dress casual but nice, you know your usual.” he said leaving the room.

Wow was he acting weird. 5 years of dating and you’ve only seen him get like this for our first date, which wasn’t much of a date. You got stuck in a train station in New York due to snow. you was headed to Columbus for my sister’s wedding and he was headed to his family’s house for the holidays. All trains were cancelled for that day but you decided to stick around the station, not knowing much about New York. He did the same. You started talking when he asked if you had a phone charger and when he plugged in the phone with my charger it was at 100%, so you knew he just wanted to talk to me. You had seen him looking at me earlier that day. You started talking about his band and your college and the rest is history. You moved in together 3 years ago in L.A. we both wanted to get away from our gloomy hometowns. You went on tour with him and Tyler most of the time. Going on tour with them was also your job being one of their photographers.

After getting ready for the day you made your way to the car with Josh close by. He seemed more relaxed than earlier but still nervous.

“Are you okay, you seem tense?” you asked.

“Yeah I’m fine.” you knew he was lying but you didn’t push it.

You arrived at a small beach that not many people knew about. You’ve always wanted to go there and take pictures but you never made it down there.

“I know you’ve wanted to come here to take some picture for a while so I thought why not today. I have your camera, a bathing suit, and a picnic in the trunk so we can spend all day here.” he said.

“Aw. this is so sweet. How did you plan this.” you asked when he came around to open your door.

“I’ve been planning a lot. Let’s get down there and have a fun day.” he said grabbing the stuff from the back of the car and leading you to the private place.

“I love you.” you said.

“I love you too. Now go take some amazing pictures.” he handed you your camera and you went off taking picture of anything and everything.

After about a half hour you made it back to where Josh was sitting on a blanket he set out.

“You hungry?” he asked.

You nodded and sat down and gave him a kiss. “Thanks Josh I’ve really wanted to get down here to get pictures.”

“Anything for my love.”

You both sat eating lunch and looking at the pictures that you already had taken. About 20 minutes after eating Josh stood and offered a hand to help you up. You took it and he pulled you into his side.

“Where are we going?” you asked as you started walking with him.

“Let’s get changed, it’s hot out and I wanna go in the water.” he was right it was about 90 degrees and sunny.

Once changed he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.

“Hey Josh my eyes are up here, not down there.” he blushed and you chuckled.

“Right, sorry. You just look really good today. Not saying you don’t look great everyday but today, something is special.” he said almost hinting at something, but what?

After 5 years of dating he was still embarrassed when you caught him staring at you. It was adorable how much he adored you, but he said from the beginning he would give you the world and that he did. You always came first and you loved him for that.

The water felt refreshing on such a hot day. You and Josh hung out in the water for about a half hour when you decided you wanted to just go lay down in the sun.

He did whatever you wanted that day and it was raising some suspicions. What did he have planned?

You laid with Josh in the sun just talking until it was about 3. It was too hot to be out much longer at the beach so a 4 hour beach trip was fine.

“What do you say we pack up and head back to the car. We can go to that little boardwalk that is really quiet.” Josh suggested.

“Sounds great. I’m just going to take a few more pictures of the scenery then we can go.” you got up and took you camera. When your returned Josh had everything packed and was just waiting for you.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to make you wait.”

“Don’t worry about it. I would wait an eternity for you. You ready?” he asked putting his arm around you shoulder.

After a short car ride to the boardwalk Josh and you began your journey walking. It was a mile walk to the end. There was only one other car was there and it was really quiet and romantic.

“Today was really fun and relaxing.” you said breaking the silence. Josh was back to his awkward self ever since you started the drive here.

“Yeah it has been. I love spending time with you.” he said.

That made you smile. Even though you spent about 98% of your time together, it was always a different type of time while on a date. He always found a way to make you feel special.

You only had a little more ways until the end of the boardwalk when you saw 2 people at the end.

“Maybe we should turn back, I don’t want to ruin those peoples peace.” you said stopping in your tracks. Josh kept pulling you along. “Don’t worry, we won’t be bugging them.” he said with a smile on his lips.

They were just looking over out into the ocean and as you got closer the man turned around and picked something up. You were still a little too far to see, but you could hear that it was a ukelele. The girl turned around and you could see she was filming on a phone. You looked up at Josh who was just smiling like fool as he kept walking with you under his arm that was over your shoulder.

Once only being about 20 feet from the people you realized it was Jenna and Tyler. Tyler was strumming the familiar cord to the song can’t help falling in love.

“Josh what’s going on?” you asked as you stood in front of Tyler who was singing. Josh let go of you and you turned to see him down on one knee opening a little velvet box. Tyler’s voice seemed to fade as all your attention went to Josh. Now it was your turn to be smiling like a fool.

“Y/N, my love, my world, my life. I love you so, so much and I’m not sure why I waited so long to do this and I’m really nervous but I’m gonna do my best I can.” he paused before continuing. “The day I met you in the train station back in New York I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you, I wanted to know you, I wanted to talk to you so badly but all I could do was ask for a dumb charger.” you chuckled thinking back. “It was probably one of the worst moves ever made especially because you caught me lying. I was so glad I got to spent all of that day with you and then the trip to Ohio with you. From the moment I first heard you laugh was when I knew I wanted to be the one to make you laugh for the rest of your life. Your smile brought me so much hope and you saved me from my demons that I was fighting at the time.  Everyday I get to spend with you reminds me of why I love you so much. I love you and want to spend my life with you. Y/N will you marry me?” at this point you were about to cry.

“Yes Josh. Oh my god yes.” you said and he stood engulfing you in a hug. You could hear Tyler and Jenna cheering in the back but your world still seemed to be so focused on Josh that you could barely hear them.

When you pulled away from the hug Josh slipped on the ring. You admired it for a moment before hugging him again and he kissed you.

“Josh it’s so beautiful. Oh my god. I’m so shocked.” you said and Jenna and Tyler approached you.

“So,were you surprised Y/N?” Tyler asked.

“Surprised? She should be more than that. Josh waited 5 years to just propose. I haven’t even known you that long Tyler and we’ve been married for 2 years.” Jenna added. You all laughed at that.

“Well I’m shocked, I didn’t think this was going to happen today, let alone you guys. When did you get here?” you asked Tyler and Jenna.

“Josh asked me to come out to sing the song, he knows it’s your favorite and Josh asked Jenna to help with picking the ring. We’ve been here for the past week and you didn’t know anything.” Tyler said.

After what felt like 2 minute was really 3 hours of enjoying eachothers company, catching up. After watching the sun go down you and Josh said your goodbyes and headed home.

“So did you like my surprises?” Josh asked.

“Like? Try love. This was perfect. I love you Josh. You’re really the best.” you said putting your hand on his leg as he drove.

Once pulling in the driveway you turned and kissed Josh. The kiss grew from a sweet one to one full of passion.

“Let’s go inside.” you said pulling away for air. He nodded and got out and lead you inside.

Once the front door was shut Josh had you up against the wall kissing you again. You pushed him off and took him to the couch. He had a smirk on his face as you pushed him down and straddled his lap.

“Y/N, we should stop before this goes any farther.” Josh said as you made your way down to his neck and grinding down on him with your hips.

“Josh, I know we’ve talked about it and I know you wanted to wait until marriage. Don’t you think we’re close enough to that now?”

“You’re right.” he said lifting you and carrying you to the bedroom as he kissed you some more. “I love you Y/N and I’m ready for this.” he placed you down on the bed and took off his shirt and you did the same.

You two had make out and only ever made it as far as you giving him a blowjob and him fingering you. He wasn’t sure he wanted to make it official until marriage and you totally respected that.

“Josh are you sure, I don’t want to pressure you into something you’ll regret.”

“How could I regret it if it’s with the love of my life. I’m sure Y/N.” he said as he worked off your shorts. He started to suck on your neck and you let out a moan when he reached your spot.

He made his way down to your bra and took it off taking one of your breast in his hand massaging it as he kissed you more. Your hips were moving upward towards him in need of some sort of friction.

“Josh, I can’t wait anymore.” you said.

With that he pulled down his short and they were followed by his boxers. You took off your panties and laid on the bed.

“Fuck you’re so hot baby.” he said as he got back on the bed hovering over you.

He lined himself up with your entrance and pushed in until your face of pleasure turned to pain.

“Are you okay? We can stop.”

“No, it’s just I haven’t done this in a really long time. Just go slow.” he did as you asked, moving slowly until you told him you were okay.

“Do you want me to go faster?”

“Yes.”

With that he started meeting his hips with yours.  

“Fuck, you feel so good.” Josh said growing closer to his high.

“Josh, god you’re so big.” you were barely able to speak from his fast, hard movements.

“Y/N, I’m gonna cum. Where do you want me to?”

“It’s okay I’m on the pill. I want to feel you inside me.” with that he thrusted a few more times triggering your orgasm. As your walls clenched around him you felt him spill inside of you.

“Y/N that was amazing.” he said trying to catch his breathe as he laid next to you.

“You’re telling me. God I just fucked Joshua Dun.” you said. You honestly never thought the day would come because it had been 5 years.

He pulled you close and you laid your head in his bare chest.

“You know soon I’ll be able to call you Y/N Dun. God I’m so happy you said yes.”

“I love the sound of that. Of course I said yes. I’ve known you were the one since you asked me for the charger. It was such a bad move on your part, but I loved it.”

He got embarrassed and you hugged him tight. “Don’t judge the charger move, without it were would we be?” he said defending himself and you giggled. “I love you so much Y/N.”

“I love you too Josh.” with that you fell asleep in his arms.

Smudged Whiskers

Summary: While filming Phil is not on Fire, Dan slips and reads a romantic question. Not knowing that Phil shares his feelings with him, he tries to avert what he had said, but Phil won’t ignore it.

Genre: Fluff, Friends to Boyfriends

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 1,145


“Make a stupid face!” Phil screeched, sounding vaguely like a mouse. Dan obliged and contorted his face in a way that he never thought possible, minding not to smear the sharpie on his nose and cheeks. It was quite entertaining, but Dan knew it would never make the cut. It was too similar to the “questions” they had answered in past years.

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Promise // Baekhyun

Originally posted by stupidteletubbie

Originally posted by littlebyuns

|Inspired by the song Promise by EXO|

Pairing: Reader x Baekhyun

Word count: 1215

Description: You, Baekhyun’s girlfriend are unable to see EXO off at the airport because you’re ill, but he thinks that for you ‘work’ is more important than him…

Genre: Angsty, Fluff

Y/N’s POV //
It felt like hell, a pounding headache, a blocked nose, a fever, the list could go on and on. You lay in bed, shivering, crouching yourself into a tiny ball, you had a really bad flu, and as a result had taken the day off work, hoping that with lots of rest you’d start to feel better soon.

Suddenly your phone buzzed, and you groaned as you reached over to get it off the bed side table. It was your boyfriend, Baekhyun. You cursed loudly remembering that you told him that you would be at the airport to see him off as EXO were going to Japan for a week for a small event, and you hadn’t been able to spend much time with him recently as you were both busy. You felt your heart sink; you had completely forgotten because during the past couple of days, stress and pain had consumed you. The messages read:
‘Jagi, when are you coming?’
‘There are so many people here at the airport y/n-ie where are you??’
‘???’
You tried ringing Baekhyun, but the phone call wouldn’t connect, you barely had the energy to get out of bed let alone go to the airport, but you were still adamant to see your boyfriend off, especially knowing how whiny he was, like a little child. But above all, you missed him like crazy, and your heart ached knowing that you would be unable to see him for another week. After trying several more times, you gave up, and called EXO’s manager to find out whereabouts they were exactly, whilst the phone was ringing, you slowly got out of bed to get your coat.
“Hello, (exo’s manager’s name), it’s me y/n”
“Hi y/n, what is it?” he said sounding like he was struggling to hear you, a little annoyed, busy obviously.
“Erm, where are you, I wanted to come and see Baekhyun, and see the rest of the boys off”
“Wait..why do you sound like that, are you ill y/n?”
“Y..yeah, I have the flu” you barely managed to speak out.
“y/n-ie, don’t come here, it’s snowing outside, it’s freezing cold, and besides I don’t want to sound rude, but I can’t afford the boys catching the flu, I hope you understand”
At that moment you felt your heart shatter into a million pieces, but you managed to let out “that’s fine, please don’t tell Baek I’m ill though” before he cut it off. You dived into bed again, feeling a lot worse than before,  you really wanted to see him before he went, but you simultaneously knew that their manager was right, you didn’t want any of the boys to catch the flu.
Your phone started ringing, and you quickly grabbed it, only to see it was Baekhyun, and you hesitantly answered it.
“Jagi where on earth are you?” he said, out of breath slightly.
“Er..Baek..I”
“What’s wrong y/n?” he said, his voice full of concern, making your heart ache even more.
“Baekhyun I’m really busy with work, I can’t make it, I’m sorry” you lied, a huge lump in your throat appeared, you didn’t want him to unnecessarily worry about you. There was a long pause, before he finally let out:
“okay that’s fine”, he sounded so extremely hurt, and tears fell, staining your cheeks, you really didn’t want to be in this situation. Without saying anything else, he abruptly cut the phone off, making you cry even harder, making the tormenting headache you had even worse.

Baekhyun’s POV //
I felt so annoyed with y/n, as soon as I cut the phone off I felt all the energy drain from my body. Was her work really more important than me? I was in disbelief that she didn’t even come to say bye, I just wanted to see her beautiful face before I went, my lips missed hers, I know it was only another week without her, but every second without her was like torture.
I dejectedly walked to find the other members; they were crowded around our manager. He was on the phone, pacing back and forth, looking extremely stressed, he angrily ran his hand through his hair. “What’s wrong hyung?” I asked Suho.
“The flights been delayed by 8 hours because of the bad snow, he’s seeing if he can arrange something” Suho explained, although his words went straight through me, as I was unable to process anything at that moment, I was feeling too upset, disappointed, and angry. I thought about all the times I’d cancelled my plans with the boys, dance practices, meetings, and other things, just so that I could spend time with y/n. But she couldn’t even free a couple of hours just to say bye.

All the noise, commotion, and over thinking was making me feel so dizzy, so I went to sit on the huge window ledge, it was already dark outside because it was winter, but the strong lighting outside illuminated the snow falling, laying a soft sheet across the ground. It reminded me of y/n, how she loved the snow so much, how this time last year we were out having snowball fights without a care in the world. Tears fell down my cheek as I longed for y/n’s embrace so much, it hurt.
“Hyung?” I felt Sehun’s hand rest firmly on my shoulder, “Manager hyung said the flight’s cancelled, we can go home”. I wiped my tears, what was the point in going home? It’s not like y/n was going to be there anyway.

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After a long drive I finally arrived back home, once I was running to open the door and find y/n, but now I was walking as slow as humanly possible. I lazily opened the door to our shared apartment, I just wanted to sleep, for the longest time possible, I was so exhausted with everything.
I reached our bedroom, and as I entered, I saw y/n in bed. I was so confused, she was crouched, I lifted the duvet slightly to see she was asleep, but she was shivering, I felt her forehead and it was so hot. “y/n?” I said shaking her slightly, I was so worried about her, her face looked completely washed out, she looked so ill.
She slowly opened her swollen eyes, but immediately clutched her head in pain. I held her hands, “Jagi are you okay what’s wrong?”
“Baek?” she said, finally fully awake, and then she engulfed me into the tightest hug, her body against mine was shivering like crazy; I rubbed her back to try and calm her down.
“I..I thought you said you we busy with work?” I asked, confused.
She pulled away slightly and looked into my eyes “It’s just that I’m ill, and I didn’t want you, or the rest of the boys to worry” she almost whispered, and then I felt guilt strike through my body, I was blaming her for no reason at all.
“Jagi, our flights been cancelled, and I want to look after you until you get fully better” I said, one hand on her chin, a small smile formed on her lips.

She nuzzled into my shoulder, and I whispered in her ear, “Everything will get better, I promise”.

I went to get her favourite food, some medicine, and put on her favourite films, which we watched until she drifted asleep…