I WAS SO CLOSE TO HIM HE SANG TO ME

Dance with Me || Tom Holland

Relationship: Tom Holland x reader

Summary: You’re flight is delayed but fortunately you have Tom to try and entertain you.

Warnings: So much fluff you may need to sit down.

Word Count: 580 words

A/N: the song I used is called ‘The End of All Things’ by Panic! at the Disco and it is highkey my favourite song to cry to have a listen to it please!!!!!


You let out a bored sigh, your fingers tapping a random beat on your bouncing leg. Tom seemed to be perfectly entertained by something on his phone and although you tried to distract yourself with your own phone, it didn’t work there was simply nothing that could hold your attention. 

You leaned your head on Tom’s shoulder, letting out another exaggerated sigh trying to get his attention, “what is it, darling?” He asked a small smile playing on his face, “I’m booored,” you whined as he locked his phone and placed it back in his pocket. 

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Drive

Halsey song lyric imagine

wordcount: 2.1k

Summary:  Y/N and Jughead take a long drive out of Riverdale for a road trip and discover their hidden feelings for each other 

Warnings: swearing, slight smut, drinking

‘Swerving on the 405, I can never keep my eyes off this’

We’d been driving for hours, we didn’t even know where we were going anymore, or what were running from. The sudden impulsive decision to get out of town and take a road trip was decided by Jughead. He had been distressed at school lately and said he had a lot of stuff going on in his head, and he needed to get away. 

Me being the good friend I am, and caring a great deal for him, didn’t want him to be alone so I decided to make the offer on taking him away for a while. 

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Days in the Sun. (Prince Adam Oneshot.)

to contradict the super smutty asks I’ve been getting and answering, it is I here to remind you that I am truly a romantic binch.

Originally posted by until-the-last-petal-falls

Title: Days In The Sun.
Pairing: Prince Adam x Female!Reader.
Words: 1,273.
Rating: K.
Summary: i just wanted to write a reprise to ‘Days in the Sun’. (I’ll probably post the lyrics themselves on another post!)


Do you ever feel like you’re living in a dream? That sort of euphoric sensation that wraps itself around you, trying to trick you into a reality that was too good to be true? That’s how Prince Adam felt as he stood out on the balcony, holding his first born child in his arms. They were snug in a blanket made by Mrs. Potts, one of their first gifts actually, to keep them warm. Adam himself was wearing nothing other than a pair of soft blue pants and a silk, handmade robe that covered his torso. His hair was tugged into a rather loose hair tie, some of his light hair spilling and framing his face. From the rolling colors in the sky, Adam figured it was nearly dawn. The purples were turning into pinks, and the pinks into light oranges. He couldn’t tell how long he had been awake, but he did wake up first when the moon and stars were the only light you were able to maneuver around in.

Adam looked down at the baby in his arms. Only three months old, amazingly, and he’s gotten quite used to hold them and has even learned the proper way as well. He hadn’t been around a baby in years, let alone hold one on his own. He thought for a moment. No, he’d never actually held one before. Fortunately, he had you to show him because admittedly he was completely clueless. They looked a lot like him, having a swirl of strawberry blond hair. A few shades darker than his actually, but he figured it may lighten up as they grew up. Their eyes were still a gray color and hadn’t decided what color they were going to be. While you hoped that it’s a beautiful mix between his and yours, he’d argue certainly, saying that they need to be your eyes because they held so much love and adoration.

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Not What He Expected

This is my second offering for A/B/O Appreciation Day July 31st 2017. It features Alpha! Dean.  YES, you read that right, LOL!

This fills my “Alphas Challenge for an Omega” square on my A/B/O bingo card

Characters: Alpha! Dean Winchester, Omega! Reader, Readers friends, Unnamed Alpha! bar patron

Bars, as a rule, were not a safe bet for Omegas. Even if you weren’t close to your heat, you were always taking a chance that some boozed-up Alpha would scent you no matter how many blockers you used.  That’s why I typically avoided them like the plague.  It was safer that way.

Tonight was different.   When my bestie Darcy had found out that her Alpha was cheating on her she had called me in hysterics and begged me to gather the troops. My girlfriends and I were here to support Darcy, so I put on my big-girl panties and took one for the team.

I had noticed him watching me from the next table out of the corner of my eye.  Great.  Darcy was in the middle of telling everyone how she had caught her bastard of a husband banging his secretary when the waitress approached the table.  She handed me a drink. 

I looked at her in surprise. “I didn’t order this,” I said, eying the drink warily.

“Compliments of the Alpha at the next table.” She told me with a wink. 

 I sighed and pushed it back towards her. “I don’t mean to be a bitch, but we are here to comfort our friend, not to pick up guys.  Thanks but no thanks.”

The waitress picked up the drink and put it back on her tray.  “Your call, hon.”

I saw her return the drink to the guy’s table with an explanation.  He looked over at me and frowned.  Whatever.  Tonight was about Darcy.  Some guys just couldn’t take a hint.

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airuna  asked:

Can you write 64 and 92/93 please?

Sure can! I’m keeping this one short and sweet, because I think we all could use a few hundred words of fluff to get through next week.


Malec: 64: “You’re so beautiful.” + 92: “Are you drunk?”

Magnus woke up to a giggling Alec hopping onto bed. Sometimes Alec would arrive in the middle of the night, especially when he was running rounds. Those were rarer now that he was the Head of the Institute, but Alec still loved to get out of the office from time to time.

Although Magnus remembered something about a celebration. It had to do with… Jace? Some shadowhunter thing, Magnus figured.

He didn’t have much time to think before next thing Magnus knew, Alec was on top of him. “Hi,” he said with a lazy grin. “I missed you.”

“That’s sweet, darling,” Magnus said, fingers running through Alec’s hair. He wasn’t as sweaty as he would be if he had been working. “Where were you?”

“Institute,” Alec answered mindlessly. His eyes traveled through Magnus’ face and Alec frowned. “You’re so beautiful.”

Magnus blinked and he couldn’t help the smile that took his lips. Something on Alec’s voice sounded almost offended. “Should I apologize?”

“No!” Alec practically screamed. “Never. You’re perfect. Your face. The rest too. I missed you.”

A chuckle played at Magnus’ throat, but he suppressed it. “Alexander, I’m going to ask you something and I want you to answer me with the truth, okay?” He waited for Alec to nod a couple of times. “Are you drunk?”

Alec beamed. “Yes!”

This time Magnus let the chuckle out. “You sound proud of that.”

“I drank scotch,” Alec sang, leaning his chin on Magnus’ shoulder. “Tasted like wood, even though I’ve never tried wood. It was really old too. But not as much as you. So I guess it wasn’t really old at all.” Alec closed his eyes. “Time is relative.”

“It is.” Magnus hugged his boyfriend, feeling his weight on top of him. He had missed Alec too. “How about we go to sleep, darling?”

“We could do that,” Alec said, nodding. He opened his eyes and looked at Magnus, smirking. “Or we could- you know.”

Magnus arched an eyebrow at him. “Or we could sleep.”

“It’s so hard to win an argument against you,” Alec whined and rolled to lay on Magnus’ side. “Today was the anniversary of the day Jace and I met.”

With a movement of his hand, Magnus used his magic to change Alec’s clothes to the shorts he wears to sleep. “So you guys went out for drinks?”

“We drank in my office. Izzy and Clary too. I wish you were there.”

“I’m here now,” Magnus said as he ran his hand up and down Alec’s arm.

Alec nodded and smiled again, sleep taking over him. “Good.”

Please put your penis away

Request: Number 76 with Tom? If you’re comfortable with it?

76 please?

Summary: Your boyfriend Tom went out drinking with Harrison, and comes home plastered.

A/N: omg this is my first Tom Holland drabble…. cuz ya know they’ve all been Peter Parker.. WHICH IS FINE I LOVE WRITING.


Originally posted by spiderster

A knock echoed off the door of yours and Toms house. It was 2 in the morning and you’ve been waiting patiently for Thomas to arrive home safely from the pub. Since you weren’t a big fan of drinking you chose to stay home and let Tom and Harrison have a fun night out. 

  You set your book down on the coffee table in front of you and sped walked your way to the door. Upon opening it, you let out a breathy chuckle as your boyfriend stood before you with his arm propped up on the door frame putting his body weight against it. His eyes were squinted half shut, and a goofy grin played over his lips, “ ‘ello darlin’,” he greeted, his accent much thicker than usual. 

     You shook your head at him and moved out of the door way for him to enter. He stumbled in slowly but surely, “How was your night out?” you asked as he kicked his shoes off. “Oh it was great. BUT I think I did something I shouldn’t have,” he slurred,

“And what might that be?”

“I can’t say. I wont say.” he raised his voice a little, worry rushed over him and he wanted quickly to change the subject, “Did you eat all my croissants darlin’?” Tom asked as he wandered aimlessly around the main floor of your house.

Slight suspicion crept over you at what he admitted moments ago, “Tom, there was never any croissants here to begin with,”

He swung around swiftly to face you, nearly falling on his arse as he did so. He grabbed for the wall and his face dropped at what you had told him, “Whaaaat? I was really looking forward to some croissants,” he mumbled.

 You sighed and extended your arms out to him, “C’mon, lets go to bed babe,” you tell him. The wide grin he entered the house with returned to his features. He attempted to brush away the loose pieces of hair that fell over his eyes, but they only tumbled back down. He stumbled his way to your arms and held you close to his body, “I love it when you call me babe. Keep calling me that,” he beamed.

   The two of you took your time maneuvering up the stairs and to your shared bedroom. “So what did you do tonight Tom?” you asked trying to bring up what he had briefly mentioned earlier. “Drank, sang, danced, drank some more.” He droned on, “Is that all? You didn’t, do anything you shouldn’t have?” You interrogated,

He stopped and looked at you suspiciously, “I know what you’re doing. You’re trying to get me to admit that I told my best friend that I love him,” Tom accused in a slur. Immediately after speaking he threw his hands up to his mouth to cover it, his eyes widening to saucers, “Oh no,” you heard him mumble. 

Your eyebrows furrow at your boyfriends strange behavior, “What’s so bad about that Tom?” you ask moving closer to him, 

“Becauuuuse,”

“Because what?”

“Because, I’m not supposed to love anyone else other than you. I-just- i love you,”

Your cheeks warmed up to a rose red color at his words. He has told you that before of course, but you could never get used to the zoo that tramples your stomach at those three words. “Do you love Harrison more than me?” you asked him teasingly, “Well no. Harry doesn’t let me make out with him like you do,” he said so innocently. 

You were practically bent over laughing at this comment, “Just get ready for bed, you dork.” you let out between laughs, turning around you walked over to your dresser and rummaged around for yours and Toms pajamas. The soft thuds of clothing articles hitting the floor sounded in the room. Turning back to face Tom, you found him standing completely naked in front of the bed, slightly swaying back and forth disoriented from the alcohol. “Tom, sweetie, please put your penis away,” you tried to say with a straight face, but you couldn’t help it and let slip a giggle. 

Confused, he looked down to see that he, in fact had no pants on, “Did you pull my trousers down?” he asked in his clear accent, “No,” you giggled in response, handing him a pair of grey sweatpants.

Once he was done climbing into his clothes, he looked at you and pouted, “What’s wrong Tommy?” you questioned him, “You never said I love you back,” he spoke quietly while looking down at his feet. You made your way over to him, planted a gentle kiss on his forehead, and whispered, only for him to hear, “I love you,”

His features lit up and he smiled a toothy smile, “Good,” he giggled. 

You both climbed into bed, and settled in with Toms arm draped over your waist. Silence erupted in the room, and just as you were about to let sleep carry you away, the body laying behind you shot up and bolted into the bathroom running into the wall along the way. Tom spilled the contents of his stomach hopefully in the toilet. This was going to be a long night.

Jared Leto Imagine - Honeymoon

This was requested. Inspired by the song Hello by Beyonce.


WARNING!! Smut

Your P.O.V.

This day had been the one I had waited for all my life. The day I married my soulmate, my best friend, Jared Leto. The day I became Y/N Leto.

Jared had been so happy today. When I closed my eyes I could see his pretty blue eyes looking into mine as I reached him at the altar. He had cried when he saw me in the wedding dress. We had said our ‘I do’s and then we had the most amazing ceremony with our friends and family. The entire day had been a blast but the best part was coming. Our two-week honeymoon in Italy.

We finally arrived at the fancy hotel together. We were both damn excited to get in our room that was on the highest level of the hotel. It was like a penthouse just for us! Jared held my hand as we walked into the elevator. ‘’I love you so much’’ I whispered happily. We were both still in our nice wedding clothes. After all, we had gotten married in Italy. It was so beautiful here so it was perfect.

Jared looked extremely hot in his suit and tie. His hair was a little messy from dancing but it was still sexy. I was just getting warm in my dress. ‘’I love you too’’ Jared told me sincerely. Those words still made my heart beat. He didn’t need to spoil me with diamonds and gold to make me love him. Jared was such an amazing man and I was lucky to call him my husband. It still felt unreal!

We got out of the elevator and arrived at our room. It was like a palace! Everything was fancy and gorgeous, even the door knobs. We had plenty of time to check out everything. We hurried straight to the bedroom. Although this was a romantic day, he still teased me and I teased him. We found the huge bedroom quickly. There was a king sized bed in the middle of the golden room. The walls were white with golden patterns. Everything looked like it belonged to a king.

I loved this but I would be happy no matter what as long as I had Jared with me. He let go of my hand and he walked over to the stereo. He wanted to put on some romantic music for us. I saw candles all around the room and a lighter on the nightstand. Of course, I lit the candles. Soon everything was perfect.

Jared turned to face me and he reached out his hand for me.I smiled widely and grabbed it. The music and the candles made this super romantic and sweet. ‘’A dance before the main event could be nice’’ He whispered into my ears, making me giggle.’’Good song choice’’ I let him know while wrapping my arm around him. we were really close and he led me. Slow dancing with Jared was something I appreciated a lot. It was just me and him and the moon on the pretty night sky.

‘’Who doesn’t like Beyonce on their wedding night?’’ Jared thought out loud. Then he put his big hand on my lower back to keep me close. The words were perfect. ‘’ ..Don’t fly me away. Don’t need to buy a diamond key to unlock my heart. You shelter my soul. You’re my fire when I’m cold , I want you to know ..’’ I listened to the words with a smile. Then Jared started singing along with his unbelievably beautiful voice.

‘’You had me at hello, hello, hello, you had me at hello..’’ He sang ever so softly. I looked up into his eyes. I could hear that he meant what he sang. I decided to join him. ‘’Cause it was many years ago baby when you stole my cool, ‘cause you had me at hello’

Jared smiled at me. Then he stopped dancing so he could place a kiss on my head. My heart was full of joy and happiness. He walked behind me and started to untie my dress. His hands were working smoothly like it was easy. ‘’You’re so gorgeous Y/N’’ He let me know while undressing me. I felt like blushing. Although we had been together for years, his words still made me feel appreciated and happy.

My dress cascaded down and left me in my white underwear. I stepped out of my dress and turned to Jared who was already shirtless. ‘’Let me help you with that’’ I offered him and I hurried to unbutton his black pants. He kept his eyes on me while kicking off his pants. Now we were both in our underwear. I was still amazed by Jared’s body. His personality was fucking perfect and on top of that, he looked perfect. But if he would ever get into an accident and change on the outside, I’d still love him. No one could replace Jared.

‘’Think fast’’ Jared chuckled and quickly picked me up. I squealed and wrapped my arms around his neck. We got in bed where he put me down so I was leaning against the soft pillows. He crawled on top of me and I wrapped my legs around him. Finally, he leant down and pressed his silky lips against mine. I shut my eyes and tangled my hand in his hair.His lips felt so marvellous. It didn’t take long until our heated kiss turned really deep. Jared nibbled my bottom lip which made me part my lips.

He used that chance to push his tongue in my mouth. I moaned into our kiss and let him explore my mouth. Our tongues brushed against each other. He was almost choking me because of the amazing kiss. I didn’t want to pull back but we had to breathe. Jared pulled his head back and our eyes met again. Both of our lips tinted red and I saw my lipstick on him.

‘’I want you’’ I admitted heatedly. Jared smirked and then took a deep breath. ‘’I’m right here princess. I’m not going anywhere’’ He promised and then rubbed his hands on my thighs. His delicate touch caused a shiver to run down my spine. He moved his fingers towards my hips and kept a strong look directed to me. I arched my back impatiently which made him press me back down against the bed. ‘’Jared’’ I whined with a pout. ‘’Patience kitten, we have all night’’ He reminded me with a voice that got deeper the hornier he got.

Jared reached for my bra and slipped his hands under my back. As simply as that he unclasped them and threw them away. My chest was exposed to him and I could tell that he enjoyed the sight. ‘’So pretty’’ He purred and cupped my boobs. I bit my lips and smiled. Soon Jared started massaging my boobs and I felt goosebumps on my skin. Damn his touch was magical!

‘’Are you horny?’’ He asked me while pinching my nipples. ‘’Yes Jared’’ I moaned a little bit. I noticed that his blue eyes had turned darker. The more he massaged and pinched my boobs, the more sensitive they grew. I got really wet and these undies were awfully in the way. Jared lowered himself so he could press a kiss on my stomach. Then he planted kisses in a both down towards my heat. Meanwhile, his hands were rubbing my thighs to awake all my senses.

Just as I thought he would touch me down there, he froze. He looked up at me with a devilish smile. ‘’Jared pleaaase’’ I scoffed making him laugh. ‘’Okay baby girl, I won’t be a huge tease tonight’’ He was kind to me. Then he bit the fabric of my panties. I watched as he slid them off with his teeth. Damn, he was hot.

He reached the end of my feet and he threw away my panties. I watched as he got up and he removed his last piece of clothing as well, revealing to me his huge cock that looked pretty hard already. Jared got back in bed and crawled slowly towards me. I smiled at him and did a ‘come here’ motion with my finger, luring him to me.  Jared reached me and wrapped his strong arms around my legs.

‘’You’re so wet’’ He stated happily and then faced my wetness. Heck yeah, I was. ‘’Just for you’’ I mewled like a good girl. Jared licked his lips and then lowered himself. I was really impatient and I felt like I would lose my mind soon. Then finally he went down on me. Jared put his mouth on my clit and he licked me so he could get a proper taste of what was his.

I moaned softly because it felt so good already. He gave my clit full attention by licking it and nibbling softly. It didn’t take long until his fingers snaked to me and he pushed two of them inside me. ‘’Fuck’’ I gasped as his long fingers stretched my walls.  I grabbed the sheets and looked down at him while he was working his magic. The sight was incredibly hot. Jared kept eye contact with me which made it even more amazing. He knew exactly how to treat a lady!

He curled his fingers and bit my clit a little harder making me moan loudly. ‘’Fuck yes J’’ I responded to his actions. His long fingers brushed against a very sensitive spot and the sweet pleasure from his mouth made it feel fantastic. I pushed my hips up so I could get closer to him. Suddenly Jared started fingerfucking me harder while licking my most sensitive nub.

I nearly rolled my eyes to the back of my head but I wanted to keep eye contact. I could hear how I wet I was. A knot formed in my stomach and I felt like I’d come undone.Jared added pace and it caused me to cry out in pleasure. A few seconds later my orgasm approached and my walls tightened around his fingers. I wailed out his name as the pleasure took over me. Jared still fingered me but slowly so I could ride down my high. A little later he removed his fingers and crawled up to me.

‘’Wanna have a taste?’’ He purred and showed me his glistening fingers. I nodded and opened my mouth happily. He pushed his fingers in my mouth and I started cleaning up nicely. I knew it was one of his weaknesses. I made sure to circle my tongue around his fingers just like I did to him when I was giving him a blowjob. ‘’Okay I think I’m speaking for both of us now, I can’t wait anymore’’ He growled and pulled out his fingers.

Tonight was super special, not just because it was our wedding night, our honeymoon. We would also do it for the first time without a condom. We wanted to be super close. ‘’Are you ready?’’ Jared asked me while getting in place. He grabbed his member and placed his tip at my wet entrance. ‘’Yes’’ I told him and then held onto the sheets again. Jared pushed himself inside of me slowly and stretched me more. It was so different. It wasn’t just a slimy rubber layer. Now I could feel him, skin to skin.

Once he got a few inches in, he lowered himself closer to me so I could hold onto his shoulders. He was huge and that wasn’t a lie. his size always had me surprised. It’s like I could never get used to it and I loved it. Once he was fully inside, he started thrusting softly. It wasn’t rough at all. Things went slowly because we wanted to feel each other. we weren’t fucking, we were making love.

‘’You feel so good princess’’ Jared grunted with a sexy raspy voice. His cock was throbbing in me. I could really feel everything. I bucked my hips towards him to create a slow and steady rhythm. Jared hid his face in the crook of my neck and he started kissing me. The sensitive pleasure was absolutely overwhelming. I dug my nails into his back and curled my toes.

‘’Jared ah..oh my gosh’’ I whimpered in pure bliss. Although he wasn’t pounding in me, I felt like I was a firework. He easily hit my G-spot and each time I felt a wave of pleasure shooting through my body.After a while, we were looking into each other’s eyes again. Our bodies got covered in a thin layer of sweat as we kept going. This felt so special. This was love, not sex. So it was easier to just love it.

‘’I love you so much baby’’ Jared groaned in satisfaction. ‘’I love you too’’ I tried to tell him as steadily as I could but I was a moaning mess. Suddenly he turned us over so he was on his back and I was on his chest. I smiled and tried to sit on him which made me even more sensitive. My hands were on his chest and he grabbed them with his. Then I started riding him slowly so I was practically rubbing myself onto his cock.

I watched how Jared’s confident face turned to a more vulnerable one as I made him feel good. His plump lips parted and the veins under his eyes got more visible. Then he moaned so sexily that simply that could’ve made me come. I loved making him feel good. So I added a little pace and it made me moan too. He was so deep in me that I nearly reached his balls. I couldn’t get enough of him!

‘’Just like that’’ Jared growled and moved his hands onto my hips so he could keep me in place. Jared started moving my hips in a motion that drove us both crazy. ‘’Oh my gosh J’’ I yelped as he started pounding in and out of me. The pleasure grew so intense that I couldn’t keep myself up anymore. I lied down on his chest so my boobs touched him. Then I squeezed his shoulder tightly as he thrust his cock in me. ‘’You’re so good baby girl’’ Jared purred deeply.

Our eyes met and I got an overwhelming desire to kiss him. So I used my other hand to direct his face closer to me and I pressed our lips together. We were both obviously close to our orgasms so he started adding pace until he was going really hard. I moaned into our sloppy kiss. It felt so good that a tear rolled down my face.

‘’I’m c-close’’ I gasped on top of his lips. Jared nodded and pushed my face closer to his. Just a few seconds later I came the second time tonight. My entire body stiffened for a brief second as my powerful orgasm took over all my senses. I dug my nails into Jared and then I screamed out in satisfaction. All I felt was an amazing bliss of the orgasm and him. Jared had to make me cum before he would.

He still slammed himself into my sensitive wet walls which made my body tremble. His strong arms held me close to him and I knew he wouldn’t let go. Finally, he reached his high as well and an unfamiliar feeling approached. Jared’s cum shot inside me, filling me up. The warm seeds felt strange but I didn’t mind that feeling either. He slowed down until he didn’t move anymore. Yet he stayed inside me.

We were both panting as we came down our highs. I felt like I was in heaven. ‘’Holy shit that was amazing’’ Jared breathed out and ran his hand through my hair. I looked into his eyes and nodded. This got me sleepy but I knew that we were both ready for round two sooner or later.

‘’It sure was but it doesn’t have to stop there’’ I giggled happily. Just then he pulled out and I felt his hot cum squeezing out of me. My eyes shut and I sat up, making his cum run down my leg. Jesus his load was big. ‘’Oh my gosh J’’ I gasped while standing up. My legs were a little shaky which was fine but the cum on my legs felt a little weird. Jared looked at me like he was in a daze or something.

‘’That’s really hot’’ He let me know. ‘’Hot?’’ I smiled. I guess so. ‘’Well..how about we go and check out the bathroom? Maybe we could make this happen again?’’ I suggested flirtily and bit my bottom lip. I didn’t have to tell Jared twice. He got up from the bed and got closer to me. Just as he thought he could pick me up, I stepped back as quickly as I possibly could. ‘’You gotta catch me first’’ I showed him my tongue. Jared gave me a mischievous look. ‘’You’re gonna get it girl’’ He warned me and just like that round two began..

I Don’t Even Know Your Name: Part One

Request: Can you do a request where y/n is a singer and she isn’t that famous but Shawn is like enamored by her and he sorta brings her to fame and she’s super shy and idk fluffy ending with some fluffy kisses???? 

A/N: At first this was meant to be just one imagine, but the plot that I came up with in my head is actually more lengthy than I planned. So I decided to make this into a series! 

Part Two 


Shawn watched the clock as he held his phone in his hands, bouncing his knee up and down. Time was ticking slower the more he could feel his anticipation grow. He’s been waiting for this the whole day. The possibility of miscalculating time zones constantly ran through his mind, but he made sure his math wasn’t even off by a minute. Her tweet did, in fact, say seven that night sharp and he was only five hours behind.

His phone suddenly interrupted the silence with a loud buzz, followed by a ding. Quickly clicking on the notification, he felt an immense amount of relief to see her face taking up the whole phone screen. She was obviously dressed for comfort with an oversized hoodie and her hair out of the way. A guitar rested on her lap, her body leaning over it as she scrolled through the comments.

“Good afternoon, well night,” she laughed. He watched as she gestured towards to what looked like her bedroom window. It was pitch black outside already. “Or morning. Depends where you are.”

Afternoon, Shawn thought to himself.

If only the whole world knew how much he was infatuated with her. At first, she was just one of those small singers that he would see when he scrolled through Instagram, but there was something about her that had caught his eye. Maybe it was the way she put her own twist on everything she did or the cute little wrinkle she would get whenever she scrunched up her face while singing a certain part. There were a million things.

“Good news, I’ve actually been writing a whole lot. I just have to start recording. It’s gonna take forever, but you guys are gonna like it.” She turned the camera towards a little corner in her room. “The next few weeks are gonna be spent right over there.” A microphone along with a whole set up consisting of a laptop and other equipment sat on a desk. “It’s my little makeshift recording studio.”

Shawn couldn’t imagine trying to record a song all by himself. There were so many technical things that went into it, but she did it all on her own. No record labels, no assistance, no nothing. It was just her, which was another thing he found captivating.

Her fingers gently strummed the strings, playing a soft chord. Shawn tried to figure out what tune she was humming, but he had no luck.

“I’ve been listening to The Neighborhood so much lately, so here’s a little taste of their song called The Beach,” she said repositioning herself.

If I told you that I loved you
Tell me, what would you say?
If I told you that I hated you
Would you go away?
Now I need your help with everything that I do
I don’t want to lie, I’ve been relying on you

All the stress that he carried on his shoulders melted away as soon as she started singing. There had always been something different about her voice that hit him like no other. Maybe it was how smooth it was, or the little rasp that would come out every once in awhile. He had never heard a voice quite like hers.

Fallin’ again, I need a pick-me-up
I’ve been callin’ you friend, I might need to give it up

I’m sick and I’m tired too
I can admit, I am not fireproof
I feel it burning me
I feel it burning you
I hope I don’t murder me
I hope I don’t burden you
If I do, I do

Her strumming had gotten louder, and so did her voice. Her eyes were closed with her eyebrows drawn close together, showing that little wrinkle he oh so loved. He could tell the chorus meant a lot to her and it worried him because there had to be a reason why. Judging by the lyrics, it couldn’t be a good one.

If I meet you in the middle maybe we could agree
You make me feel little how you’re looking at me
And you can throw me shade, all it does is just cool me off
First it just threw me off, now I’m just moving on

She couldn’t hide the smile that had etched onto her face as she sang the second verse, which told him that whatever caused the pain in the chorus was definitely gone now. Shawn started to feel himself smile along with her.

She finished the song with a small hum and opened her eyes again. Typically, her live streams started with a song that she picked out and one more that the viewers would request. Some days it would just be her messing around while answering questions. Today just happened to be the lucky day that she did both.

“What did I have for breakfast? Very strange question, but I had a parfait. I’m sorry if you were expecting pancakes or something,” she giggled.

“What’s my opinion on brown eyes? One hundred percent the most underrated eye color in the world. All the time I see brown-eyed people try to cover it up, and become really self-conscious along the way. It isn’t really such a big issue now, but I remember seeing it all the time back then and I was absolutely baffled by it. Sure, brown is the most common, but they’re definitely the most diverse in my opinion. There are so many shades!”

Shawn could feel his cheeks flush at the mention of even the tiniest relation to him. He never really thought about his own eye color until then. It was only a little part of him, but somehow she had put so much more meaning into it. It was a gift of hers, finding the simplest of things and making it sound like so much more, that is. It was one of the things that made her such a great songwriter.

“What do you think of Shawn Mendes?”

The mention of his name, more like the sound of her voice saying it, snapped him out of his thoughts, immediately putting him on edge. It felt like everything stopped and the only things that were moving were his heartbeat, that alarmingly pumped faster, and his leg that wouldn’t stop shaking. It was pathetic how much of an effect she had on him. An effect that she had even though she had never spoken to him.

“Where do I even begin?” she beamed, putting her hands up to her cheeks. A lame attempt to try and hide her heated face. “I’m not really one to listen to pop music that often, but his music is so good. I don’t know how he does it, a genius right there. Go listen to his new album if you haven’t already.”

Now he was the one who was blushing mad. Shawn was pretty sure he forgot how to breathe or how to do anything in fact. She listened to his music, gushed about it in fact. And there she sat, oblivious to the fact that the very person who she was talking about was watching her.

The connection lagged a little as she continued on, “Looks like you guys want me to cover him, which I’m totally down with.” Shawn couldn’t even think at this point. Now she was going to sing his song. The lyrics that he wrote. The chords that he recorded.

“Here’s I Don’t Even Know Your Name because it’s one of my favorites,” she smiled at the camera, which totally brought him back down to Earth. His heart fluttered when she started to sing again.

He remembered writing Handwritten, more specifically that song. When he finally came up with lyrics to the melody that he had been working on for so long, he was so proud of something that had turned out to be so good.

But it sounded even better when she sang it. She added something to the song that he couldn’t describe. He was able to pick out the way she added a soft high note in one line of the chorus and changed the order of some notes. Shawn didn’t know how she did it all so easily, but it was brilliant.

Even long after the live stream ended, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. One of her fans had recorded it and posted it on the internet so he could rewatch it anytime he wanted. And boy he did. He listened to it in the shower, the car, everywhere really.

Even backstage.

The show wasn’t supposed to start until five hours later and he didn’t have anything else to do. Soundcheck was already done and the Q&A wasn’t for a long time, so here he was. Listening to her again.

“Dude, I’m seriously starting to think you’re in love with her,” Geoff joked from the couch opposite of him. Shawn was laying down on the couch, balancing his laptop on his chest while he binge watched more of her covers.

Matt let out a laugh from behind him, “He probably is.” Rolling his eyes, he sat up and looked at the both of them.

“You don’t understand. She’s absolutely am—”

“Amazing, we know,” the two boys finished for him.

“And that she deserves more recognition and that she’s an amazing writer and….” he took a deep breath, “she’s really cute.” Shawn watched him with his eyebrows raised as he ticked off every statement with a finger on his hand.

“And don’t forget that she listens to your music!” Matt jumped in, ruffling his already messed up hair. “You know, you should give her a little shout out or something on Twitter. It’s pretty obvious how good she is, and I don’t think you’ll stop rambling about her until you do.”

Shawn chuckled at the last bit, flicking the back of Matt’s snap back off his head as he stood up and stretched. Needing a change of scenery, well walls, he shuffled towards the bathroom and leaned his hands on the counter. Matt’s words were still ringing in his ears, and Shawn had no idea how the idea didn’t come to him in the first place. It would definitely help her out, and that’s all it took for him to whip out his phone.

He quickly opened Twitter and as he hovered his thumb over the keyboard, he froze. What was he supposed to say? There were so many things about her. One hundred forty characters weren’t enough.

The next five minutes were spent typing a sentence or two out, but reading it over and erasing it. He didn’t want to say a simple “check this girl out, she’s really good” kind of thing. She was more than good. But he didn’t want to write too much. Everyone would probably think he was desperate, or something else the media can come up with.

It completely confused him why he was having such a hard time. He always knew what to say. Words easily rolled off his tongue.

Stop overthinking it, he thought to himself as he ran a hand through his hair. It shouldn’t be this hard. A minute passed when he felt his thumbs move on their own. He read the sentences over and over. Doubt started to cloud his thinking again. “You know what? Fuck it,” Shawn seethed and he pushed the submit button.

There was no going back now. Millions of people were reading it now, and he hoped she was too.

bring that fire, babe (tom holland imagine/oneshot)

a/n: based on “kiss me”by olly murs.

I got this idea when Tom was asked to sing electricity in that one interview with Peter Travers (?) and he got all shy and flustered. I know he doesn’t sing in public anymore (unless bribed with popcorn ;)) but I liked imagining him liking someone so much he would force himself to get over that fear and sing anyways.

ALL FLUFF.

enjoy

If you guys wanna send me requests, please feel free!

xx NK

p.s. thank you for all the support on my other imagines. More of my stories are on my wattpad account: norcula. Masterlist also in my bio. 

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The cold wind of New York City bit into my skin as I clutched my coat closer to my body. Even with Harrison walking beside me and the rest of the Hoco gang swarming around me, I was chilled to the bone.

“Alright?”

I think I nodded when Haz asked. But I’m not too sure.

Tom turned back to look at the two of us. His eyes glazed over me for a moment before he looked to Harrison for confirmation of something. Confused, I watched his jaw clench and he turned back once again.

What’s his problem?

The gang filed in through a door one after the other as I watched Zendaya holler. Tom looked positively horrified, which was both entertaining and concerning. Haz held the door open for me and I followed behind them-only to realise why Tom had reacted the way he had.

It was a karaoke bar.

“Nope! Nope! I’m leaving! Goodbye!”

I bolted back towards the door but Haz got a hold of me. With the biggest shit eating grin, his hands moved from my shoulders to my arms as he quite literally revolved me around to face the stage.

Tom and I exchanged a look of mutual horror.

It was one of the things we had bonded over when we first met. Granted, I had barely known the guy. But he had opened up to me almost immediately. That coupled with the fact we were friends with the same people, more or less living on the set of the same movie, was it really surprise I liked him more immensely than I should have?

Zendaya’s enthusiasm broke me out of my almost panic attack. I noticed Haz’s hands were still on me and when he realised it too, he moved them away quickly.

“Who’s first?”

She had a microphone in her hand that Jacob quickly grabbed. The rest of the gang broke out into applause as we took a seat at the table closest to the stage. He bowed several times and performed a great version of “Uptown Funk”. Returning to the table, he was greeted with high-fives and “YASS bro”.

I swallowed hard.

Zendaya was next. She did what she did best-worked what little crowd there was with “Yoncé”, dishing out moves akin to Queen B herself. Everyone in that dark, dingy hole in the ground honoured her with a standing ovation worthy of the Oscars ceremony.

As one by one took a turn, sometimes offering me or Tom to take a turn first, my anxiety just got worse and worse. I turned to Tom, who looked much the same.

In the dim lighting of the bar, his hair was so many shades of dark and light, it was hard to pinpoint on any exact one. He ran a hand through it, making me question what shampoo he used because it looked so soft. His eyes raked up and down the floor as he fidgeted with his fingers. I was surprised to see myself doing almost the same thing.

When his eyes turned to me, I froze though.

Unaware of what I should do, I quickly turned away to Harrison. He was on his feet, flashing me his signature smirk. He passed me to quickly whisper something into Tom’s ear. His eyes widened. But otherwise, he didn’t react.

He looked to me once from across the table and then looked back to the stage.

What the hell is going on?

“Hello people of New York City!”

Harrison said loudly, sounding like a baseball commentator. His voice actually boomed so loud, static floated through the air nearly deafening us all.

“Sorry about that.”

He almost whispered. I laughed a little, rubbing my hands on my trousers. My foot tapped to its own accord as he leaned in a little closer to speak once more.

“Unfortunately, you shan’t be blessed with my vocals right now.”

The gang and I exchanged looks of confusion. It seemed like no one knew what the actual hell was going on.

“Instead, give it up for my best mate, Thong-ass!”

I heard myself laughing at the nickname he’d given his friend after a little incident where Tom had to be scanned for the Spider-man suit wearing just a thong, revealing most of his ass.

But I could also see Haz almost literally pull Tom from his seat at the table. Jacob helped push him forward too until he found himself standing on stage.

He stood still, looking completely scared out of his mind.

I could see his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallowed.

He closed his eyes and exhaled, looking like he had to do this or die trying.

Tom gripped the microphone in his hand as the opening notes began to play.

And I recognised them instantly.

“He’s…..”

I looked to my left to see Haz smirking. Dumbfounded by what was happening, Tom opened his mouth. And the room filled with a clear, accented voice singing the lyrics to one of my favourite songs of all time- “kiss me” by Olly Murs.

I was transfixed by the way he seemed to be just singing to me-making eye contact, reaching his hand out as if to touch me. I watched in awe as he not only hit every note but carried himself so well on stage it no longer surprised me that he once led a musical on the West End. He moved around effortlessly, emphasizing just where he had to and hitting that sweet high note near the end like a pro.

The song ended and I felt myself getting to my feet and clapping like a seal trapped in the body of a mad woman. At least, that’s what Haz told me later that night.

Tom looked shyly at his feet and then joined us back again. I felt myself floating towards him. But instead of offering my heartiest congratulations, I stood by and stared.

I stared because I was so wildly attracted to him.

I mean, who wouldn’t be?

He was smart and charismatic. He danced and acted and apparently sang like an angel. He was the perfect combination of humble and a narcissistic twat. That and he looked like a leading man out of a Jane Austen novel.

Even surrounded by our friends and their attention, his eyes found mine. He sidestepped to stand right in front of me-so close that I could feel his breath in my hairline. I could smell his cologne in the air between us. I could feel my heart beat like a freight train getting ready to run itself off track.

“You were great. That was a great song choice…..and uh, you were just….you were amazing.”

I managed to stutter out. Embarrassed by how tongue-tied I was, I looked up to see him licking his lips. Gone was the stuttering mess of a man who was just talking to our friends a minute ago. Now, there was this confident looking man with darkening eyes, wearing just a hint of shyness and apprehension.

“Glad you thought so. It was all for you.”

My heart quite literally stopped. Despite my instincts to fall back or run away, I looked up at him. And found not one trace of insincerity in his eyes. His fingers laced with mine as he closed the distance between us.

“If you haven’t noticed, I’ve been flirting with you-have been all year.”

I laughed, wrapping my arms around his neck to lower his face to my level.

“And you’ve been shit at it.”

I teased.

“Really?”

He asked. I nodded. He smirked and pulled me so close our bodies were pressed together. Then he kissed me so hard, I thought we were both going to be knocked down. Our lips moved together until the clearing of voices and not-so-subtle sneezing and other noises caused us to separate.

Tom smiled at our friends and turned back to me to say.

“How about now?”

“S’okay. It’ll get better with practice though.”

“Yeah? You offering?”

He asked, smirking like no tomorrow. But I could see the glimmer of hope and excitement in his eyes too.

“Yeah-I am.”

Light of My Life

A Shawn Mendes one-shot.

 – 

 "No no no no no. No.” 

 With a groan, I hit Shawn on the shoulder, signalling for him to shut up and turn off his alarm that blared through our hotel room. He shut the alarm off and trapped my hand between his arm and his chest, continually whining about how much he didn’t want to get up from the nap we had just taken. 

“I love naps so much, Shawn.” I muttered, nuzzling my head in the crook between his shoulder and the bed. The setting sun peaked through the closed blinds of our hotel room and directly across Shawn’s bare chest. I rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. “Why are you so hot?” I muttered. Shawn let out a sleepy laugh and kissed my knuckles. 

 “I really don’t want to get up, babe.” he sighed. I propped my head up on his chest to get a good look at him. His eyes looked tired, and his hair was wonderfully fluffy and curly from sleep. 

 “Me neither Shawn. I’m still hungover from last night.” I complained. Shawn laughed.  

 “That’s because you drink those girly drinks filled with sugar that make you extra hungover.” he replied. I gave him a look.  

 “I hate the word girly, Shawn. Nothing is specifically for girls.” I reminded him. Shawn laughed as he finally sat up from bed and put his feet on the floor.

 “Tampons?” he suggested. I hit him on his back as he looked over his shoulder at me with a grin. 

 “Smartass. How long until the concert? Can’t I just be a bad girlfriend and sleep more instead of coming?” I asked through a yawn. Shawn laughed as he stood up, shaking his head. 

 “No. The concert’s in three hours. We have to head down to the stadium.” he said, pulling a shirt over his head. I groaned again and finally got out of bed, sliding into my high waisted black skinny jeans and changing my shirt. I looked in the mirror and wiped the mascara that had smudged in my sleep from under my eye and did a nice Dutch braid down my back. When I was finally ready, I turned to see Shawn watching me with a grin as he sat at the end of our bed.  

“You’re a creep,” I sang the tune of Radiohead’s “Creep” to him as I found my shoes, “You’re a loser, what the hell are you doing here?” I continued, laughing through my singing at the look he was giving me with my song. 

 “Are you done?” he asked. I grinned and kissed his fluffy hair, before leading the way to the Jeep.

  *

 The venue was huge, and soon to be completely filled with people screaming Shawn’s name. I tagged along at a distance as Shawn got dressed in his concert outfit and sat in the stands while he rehearsed and everything got set up.  

 “I think I’ll watch from the stands tonight.” I told him later from backstage as people started filing into their seats. Shawn met my eye through his dressing room mirror.  

 “You realize that people out there know who you are, right?” he reminded me. I shrugged. 

 “I’ll wear a disguise or something.” I replied. Shawn laughed and turned to face me. 

 “A disguise?” he clarified. I cracked a grin and shrugged as my way of saying yes. Shawn laughed again and stood up, brushing by me to get to the clothes kept in the back of the room. He gathered a few things, and then dumped them in my arms with a wide grin. I shook my head and laughed, putting the clothes onto a chair to sift through them. A pair of his sunglasses, his baseball hat, his iHeart Radio sweatshirt. “We’ll make you look like a bro.” He laughed. 

 "A bro sitting front row at a Shawn Mendes concert? Sounds a little out of character.“ I laughed, putting on the sweatshirt. Shawn grinned and went behind me, taking my hair out of it’s braid and putting it in a bun at the nape of my neck. He kissed just below my ear, before sliding on the hat backwards. I put the sunglasses on and we both looked at me in the mirror. "I look ridiculous.” I laughed. Shawn smiled and kissed my cheek. 

 "Well, you usually look stunning, so definitely nobody will recognize you.“ He said, grinning. I rolled my eyes.

 "Alright, it’s showtime.” I laughed. Shawn pointed a stern finger at me as we left the dressing room. 

 "No laughing, babe. It’s sounds like sunshine. Bros don’t laugh like sunshine.“ He reminded me. I grinned and cleared my throat, repeating a laugh but in a lower, manly tone. Shawn cracked up in the hallway as we made our way toward the stage, crew going by giving us strange looks. 

 "Ok, I’ll see you out there. You’ll kill it babe, I love you.” I said. We could hear the crowd from where we stood. Shawn bit his lip and nodded, the pre-show jitters coming in as he ducked to kiss me. 

 "I love you too, bro. Let security know who you are in case you get recognized and have to slip away, alright?“ He said. I nodded, kissed his chin because it was the only place I could reach without difficulty, and made my way to the stands. 

 Seeing Shawn perform from the perspective of a fan was completely different than from backstage. Backstage, I could only ever see the side of him as he sang. This way, I could see the emotion and passion on his face, the way his cheeks flushed and his forehead brimmed with sweat as he went through his songs. He made eye contact with me multiple times and his grin would widen. I could tell he was trying not to laugh. 

 "Alright, thank you guys so much. Before we get to our next song though, I want to bring a very special lady onto the stage. She’s very close to my heart.” Shawn paused between songs, the crowd going wild at his words. He grinned down at me as I shook my head in disbelief. He was going to get me to go on stage while I looked like a man. “I mean, she looks a little different tonight so maybe you didn’t recognize her. Babe, come on up. Don’t be shy.” He continued, coming to the edge of the stage and beckoning me with his hand. Security let me onto the other side of the barricade, keeping screaming fans at bay as I kept shaking my head at him, mouthing how much I hated him in that moment. He just kept grinning, so I took his hand and climbed up on stage with a little bit of difficulty. Shawn was smiling so wide, his cheeks full and red. 

 "I hate you so much.“ I told him. Shawn laughed and turned to the crowd. 

 "She says she hates me.” He told them. I could hear laughter mixed with screams. I shook my head, laughing, and took off the shades and the hat, letting out my hair again. The screams increased. “Guys, isn’t she beautiful? Look at her.” He cooed, fiddling with his earpiece with on hand while the other wrapped around my waist and pulled me against him. He was warm and sweaty, but I didn’t mind. Was it bad that he looked really sexy covered in sweat? Shawn gave me a quick peck on the cheek. “Alright, I just wanted to embarrass her a little. And I think it worked. I also may have written this next song about her, though, so…” he trailed off, grinning again at the roar of the crowd. I blushed and shook my head at him, biting my lip. He directed me to a stool on the centre of the stage and switched guitars. “This one’s called Light of My Life.” He said into the mic. I shook my head and blushed already, just at the title.

 I always loved watching Shawn play the guitar. He started the song with a couple of riffs, and made the pouty face he always made when he got really into it, making me grin. After a while, his voice came in, too, sweet like honey. The lyrics were about how tough things got when he was always on the road and wrapped up in his job, but that there was always this girl to keep him grounded, to keep him light and remind him not to take himself so seriously. I was swooning, absolutely head over heels in love with this guy. For the last verse, he got playfully close to my face, and ended with a kiss on my cheek, laughing when I scrunched up and pushed him away. The crowd was nearly deafening. 

I stood from the stool and wrapped my arms around his neck, putting my hands in his sweaty hair to pull him down to my height and kiss him repeatedly on the side of his head. “I love you, Shawn.” I whispered in his ear. He grinned down at me and pressed his forehead against mine for only a moment. 

 "I love you too.“ He replied just as softly, forgetting that his microphone was projecting his voice across the whole venue. He blushed even deeper when the crowd all aww’d, the tips of his ears turning a delicate shade of pink. I squeezed his hand, waved to the crowd, and disappeared backstage, unable to conceal my grin the rest of the night.

 – 

 Hey home boys, I sincerely apologize for not getting to your requests. I haven’t been the best mentally so I haven’t been writing too much, and I just haven’t really been in an Eddie-phase as of late. I will get to them though! I promise!! I have, however, developed a cripplingly enormous crush on Shawn Mendes. Hopefully you guys can appreciate this bean with me. Love you guys so so much!! Let me know if you want more Shawn :) xoxo

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“Our first hello and final goodbye.” [b]

Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff & Angst

Format: Text Post

Inspired by: Lost Boy - Troye Sivan

[Prologue] [a] [b] [c] [d] [e] [f] [g] [h] [i]


Originally posted by aestheticvbts

Y/N’s p.o.v

I back at BigHit again to rehearse. We didn’t even end up rehearsing yesterday, the other members left us alone to get to know each other and there are so many charming things about him. 

“Sunbaenim hello.” He greeted as I walked into the room.

“Ah please just call me noona, there’s no need to be so formal.” I smiled at him and he smiled back, his smile was so pure it was just mesmerising. I snapped out of it when I had realised that he was waving his hand in front of my face. “Ah sorry, which song are we doing?”

“Music Bank wanted us to do a ballad, the hyungs suggested we do Wildflower.”

“I love that song.” I exclaimed a little too happily. I looked at Jungkook only to see he was smiling at me.

“Me too.” he replied calmly, not once did that smile fade off his face.

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BTS | Soulmate!au/College!au How They Ask You On A Date/First Date

Anonymous said:

Could you do a BTS soulmate & college AU?? Thanks in advance! Your writing is 👌👌


Jin:
Major: Culinary

Seeing You For The First Time:
In the midsts of seeing you (his soulmate) for the first time he dropped a full tray of kabobs meant for a college fundraiser. Though his professor was furious at him, at the time a few hundred kabobs meant nothing compared to running and catching up to you and finding out who you were.

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Asking You Out:
Becoming friends was easy, asking you out was harder; a few months into your friendship (and you both trying to avoid the soulmate subject) he finally decided to ask you on a date.

“I would love to Jin…where should we go?” you said, smiling at the thought of being out on a date with the man you had fallen head over heels in love with.

“………Um, well…I don’t know actually…I didn’t think I’d actually get this far,” he replied.

“Very smooth Jin…veeeeeeeery smooth.”

Originally posted by bangtaninspired

The First Date:
Since for a little over two weeks neither of you could agree on where the best place to go to dinner was, you finally put your foot down and made a decision that would suit both of you.

“Movie date night…you’re cooking, I choose the movie,” you stated.

“Oh…uh…I guess that could work.” What you didn’t expect was for Jin to sneak you into the campus kitchen after hours. Where he had everything set up including a movie projector. “I like your idea better than whatever I was thinking up,” he said before taking a bite of noodles.

Originally posted by beatriceindre

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The Proposal

Title: The Proposal

Author: @jensen-jarpad

Characters: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 960

Warnings: None

A/N: This was written for Becka and Johanna’s Challenge ( @beckawinchester and @boredoutofmymindwriting ). My prompt song was Better Together by Us The Duo. Thanks for letting me in this challenge! Hope you like it.

Feedback is always appreciated! ❤


“That’s a wrap, everybody!” - Bob said.

Everybody cheered. Another season finished. You were all tired, it was already 2 AM when you finally finished the last scene, but everyone wanted to celebrate, so you got into the car with Jensen, Jared, Misha and Mark, and followed by other cars you searched for an open bar or something.

“Okay, okay… I wanna say a few things: 12 seasons! 13 years! We’re getting fucking old… but this is awesome and I love you guys. This is the best family ever!” - Jared said, raising his glass.

“Here’s to season 13! May the next year be as amazing as this one!” - Jensen raised his glass and everybody followed, cheering.

After a lot of drinks, laughs and memories, everybody went home. It was a great night!

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What More Could I Want? (Ben Platt X Reader)

WC: 3115

Warnings: KINDA SMUTTY YOU WERE WARNED, overuse of the word sang

Summary: Ben and Y/N are performing Say No To This at MisCast. Things, naturally, get steamy, and some feelings are revealed

Tagged: @lildipstick @bellasabb

A/N: Combining three requests! Yay! I had two anons ask for kinda smutty Ben stuff, and one who requested the whole steamy MisCast performance! Hope y’all enjoy

“Cast meeting! Report to the blue room!” I read aloud, chuckling at the text from Will. I made my way to the blue room, noticing that I was the last person to arrive.

“And now we’re a complete set.” Will said, raising his eyebrows at me. I put my hands up and sat down on the couch next to Ben. “Anyway, I have decided to call a cast meeting for a very important reason.” Will said, standing at the front of the room.

“And what would that reason be?” Mike asked, only to be met with a violent shush from Will. “Let me finish, Faist. As you all know, MisCast is this weekend.” Will said and we all cheered.

“Hush. Anyway, I have consulted with a majority of the cast and we have decided on our number, and performers.” Will said and I looked at Ben with a  confusion that he shared. We hadn’t talked to anyone about this.

“We will be performing, drum roll please, Say No To This from Hamilton!” Will said and everyone clapped. “And onto the cast reveal. In the role of Aaron Burr… Mike Faist!” Will said and Mike stood up, taking a mock bow.

“In the role of James Reynolds… myself. Thank you, thank you.” Will said, bowing. I chuckled, clapping lightly to myself. “The bastard orphan Alexander Hamilton will be played by none other than Benjamin Platt.”

Ben looked a little confused but stood up none the less, bowing and smiling. “Which leaves the role of the infamously seductive Maria Reynolds, my wife and Benny’s mistress. Who could possibly play that?” Will said, stroking his chin in mock thought.

“Y/N Y/L/N, that’s who. Congrats wifey.” Will said, gesturing for me to stand up. I’d watched my fair share of Hamilton bootlegs, and I knew how Say No To This played out. There’d be some pretty steamy stuff going down, and I’d have to do it all with Ben.

“Thanks for letting me know beforehand.” I muttered, earning a laugh from the rest of the cast. “Just so you know, we’re getting a divorce after this.” I said, pointing at Will. He put a hand on his chest in mock hurt, an offended look on his face.

“That hurts, Y/N. Anyway, even though everyone knows the song, we should probably do a quick run through before the event.” Will said and I nodded, looking at Ben, his hair shining a golden colour in the sunlight.

“Awesome.” Ben said, a wide smile on his face. “Well, thanks for coming everyone. Meeting closed.” Will said, smirking briefly at me before leaving the blue room, most of the cast following suit.

“So, Miss Maria Reynolds. How does that feel?” Ben said to me when everyone had left. I chuckled nervously, scratching the back of my neck.

“A little overwhelming. How the hell am I gonna fill Jasmine Cephas-Jones’ shoes?” I said and Ben shrugged his shoulders, giving me a shy smile.

“I have the utmost faith in you. I’ve heard you sing Satisfied in your spare time, so I don’t doubt that you can sing this one.” Ben said, gently squeezing my shoulder.

“You’re too kind, sir.” I said, and Ben laughed, his cheeks flushing slightly. “See? You’re in character already.” Ben said, shaking his head slightly.

“Well, I should probably go get ready. I’ll see you later, Alex.” I said, and a half smile crossed his face. “See you later, Maria.”


I took in a deep breath and smoothed down the skirts of my crimson dress, walking up towards Ben. “Hey Ben.” I said, tapping him on the shoulder. He turned around and his jaw dropped, his eyes scanning my body.

“Woah.” Ben muttered, his cheeks flushing a colour a few shades lighter than my dress. “Oh, uh, hey Y/N.” Ben said, stuffing his hands in the pocket of his suit.

“Hi. You ready for our big performance?” I said, taking in a deep breath. Ben nodded, his eyes still trained on my body. “Ben?” I said and he snapped his head up, his cheeks flushed.

“Oh, uh, of course.” Ben said meekly and I smiled, putting a hand on his shoulder. He took in a shaky breath and mustered up a smile. “Then let’s go.” I said, looping my arm through his and walking towards our seats.

“I’m kinda freaking out because two of the current Hamilton cast members are here. What if we screw it up?” I muttered, sitting down on a plastic stool.

“Y/N, you are incredibly talented. We’ll do great.” Ben said, placing a hand tentatively on my knee. I took in a deep breath, internally screaming because Ben’s hand was on my knee.

“Let’s go.” I said when I noticed that Mike and Will had taken their seats. We all stood up, and Mike and Ben walked onstage. “Hey guys!” Mike said, waving to the audience.

“Well, today a few members of the Dear Evan Hansen family will be singing something from a musical you’ve probably heard of.” Ben said, nodding to the band. The cello began to play, and I took in a deep breath.

“There’s nothing like summer in the city. Someone in a rush meets someone looking pretty. There’s trouble in the air you can smell it, and Alexander’s by himself. I’ll let him tell it.” Mike sang, the music playing ominously.

“I hadn’t slept in a week, I was weak, I was awake. You’ve never seen a bastard orphan more in need of a break. Longing for Angelica, missing my wife. That’s when Miss Maria Reynolds walked into my life. She said.” Ben sang, his voice low.

I walked on stage, clutching the microphone for dear life. “I know you are a man of honour. I’m so sorry to bother you at home, but I don’t know where to go, and I came here all alone.” I sang, my voice surprisingly sultry.

I noticed Ben’s eyes widen slightly, but he kept singing, turning to face me. “She said.” He sang, leaning against the desk provided. I nearly missed my cue because the sight of Ben leaning against a desk was rather attractive.

“My husband’s doing me wrong. Beatin’ me, cheatin’ me, mistreatin’ me. Suddenly he’s up and gone. I don’t have the means to go on.” I sang, walking closer to Ben.

“So I offered her a loan, I offered to walk her home. She said.” As Ben sang this I walked right up next to him, and I turned to face him, clutching my dress as I did.

“You’re too kind, sir.” I sang, winking at him as I did. “I gave her thirty bucks that I had socked away. She lived a block away, she said.” Ben sang, moving his free hand about as he did.

“This one’s mine, sir.” I sang, looking away from Ben. “Then I said "well, I should head back home.” She turned red, she lead me to her bed, let her legs spread and said.“ Ben sang, and I whipped around to face him, my dress clutched in my hands.

"Stay?” I sang, trying to be as sexy as possible. “Hey.” Ben said awkwardly, looking me up and down, earning chuckles from the audience. “Hey.” I sang seductively, and I noticed Ben bite his lip.

“And that’s when I began to pray Lord, show me how to say no to this. I don’t know how to say no to this. But my god she looks so helpless. And her body’s saying hell yes.” Ben sang, growling slightly on those last two words.

“Woah.” I sang, circling Ben as I did. “Lord show me how to say no to this. I don’t know how to say no to this. In my mind I’m trying to go.” Ben sang, and my eyes were trained on him. “When her mouth is on mine I do not say no.”

As Ben sang this I walked away from him, and took a deep breath, knowing what was about to come. I turned around at the same time as Ben, our eyes locking. I walked quickly towards him, and took in a deep breath.

I gently grabbed the sides of Ben’s face and pulled him into a kiss. I closed my eyes and melted into the kiss, relishing in the feeling. Ben’s hands sat on my waist, and he pulled me close to him.

My stomach filled with butterflies, but before I knew it, the kiss was over. Ben broke away, and even though he was in character, it still hurt a little.

“I wish I could say that was the last time. I said that last time, it became a pastime. A month into this endeavour I received a letter from a mister James Reynolds, even better. It said.” Ben rapped slightly, Will swaggering onstage.

“Dear sir, I hope this letter finds you in good health. And in a prosperous enough position to put wealth in the pockets of people like me, down on their luck. You see, that was my wife you decided to.” Will sang cockily, looking over at Ben who was clutching a piece of paper.

“Fuuu….” Ben said, earning chuckles from the audience. “Uh oh. You made the wrong sucker a cuckold, so time to pay the piper for the pants you unbuckled. And hey, you can keep seeing my whore wife if the price is right. If not, I’m telling your wife.”

Will ended his part and waltzed off the stage, shooting me a wink as he did. “I hid the letter and I raced to her place. Screamed "how could you” in her face. She said.“ Ben raced over to me and I clutched his arms tightly. "No sir!” I belted, suddenly feeling like I was very much Maria Reynolds.

“Half-dressed, apologetic, a mess. She looked pathetic, she cried.” Ben sang and I sunk down onto my knees, my face dangerously close to his crotch. “Please don’t go, sir!” I sang, and Ben walked away from me, my hands slipping off his knees.

“So, was your whole story a set up?” Ben questioned, looking down at me. “I didn’t know about any letter!” I sang, my hands clasped together. “Stop crying. Goddamnit, get up!” Ben sang, and I clutched my dress.

“I didn’t know any better!” I cried, and Ben sighed, crouching down so he was looking me in the eye. “I am ruined.” Ben sang and I looked him right in the eye. “Please don’t leave me.” I pleaded, watching as Ben walked away.

“I am helpless.” We both sang, and Ben stood up and walked away from me. “How could I do this?” Ben sang softly, almost to himself. “Just give him what he wants and you can have me!” I belted, beginning to stand up.

“I don’t want you.” Ben sang and I felt those words cut deeper than they should have. “Whatever he wants. If you pay, you can stay!” I belted, the key change flowing smoothly.

“Lord, show me how to say no to this. I don’t know how to say no to this.” As Ben sang I raced up behind him, running my hands over his torso. His breath hitched slightly, but he continued singing.

“But the situation’s helpless.” I turned around so I was looking him right in the eye. “Helpless!” I sang, my breathing laboured slightly. “And her body’s saying hell yes.” Ben sang and I spun him around, holding onto his arm.

“Lord, show me how to say no to this.” Ben sang, and he placed one arm on my waist and one on my back. I cupped the side of his face, and took in a deep breath. “How can I say no to this?” Ben and I sang in unison, and I pushed him away.

We decided not to use a chair, so Ben wandered upstage, and I lingered towards the front. “There is nowhere I can go. When her body’s on mine I do not say no.” Ben sang, and I raced over to him, snaking my arms around his neck.

Ben took hold of my arms and took them off his neck. He grabbed my waist and flipped me so I was facing forward, and my back was pressed against his chest. “Yes.” Ben breathed out, his head resting in the crook of my neck.

“Yes.” I sung, leaning back so there was no space between Ben and I. Ben’s arms circled my waist and I rested my hands on top of his. I took one of his hands and moved it higher up my chest, bravely sitting it just above my cleavage.

We briefly forgot about the other lyrics, and I gasped a little when I felt something poking into my lower back. It took all of my willpower to pull myself out of Ben’s embrace, but I had to.

“Say no to this, I.” Ben sang, panting a little. “Don’t say no to this.” We both sang, and I slinked further and further behind Ben. “There is nowhere I can go.” Ben sang and Will stepped forward. “So?” Will said, looking over at Ben.

Ben sighed and walked over to him, handing him an envelope. “Nobody needs to know.” Ben sang, letting out a shaky breath. The music faded and the entire theatre erupted in applause. Mike and I made our way back to the front of the stage, and the four of us all took a bow.

“Thank you!” Will called as we walked off the stage, waving to the audience. “Y/N. Can I, uh, talk to you for a second? In private.” Ben whispered in my ear and his breath tickled and made the hairs on the back of my neck raise up.

I waved at a few people, but quickly followed Ben off to a slightly sheltered area. “I’m gonna cut right to the chase here.” Ben said and I nodded, taking in a deep breath.

“Please tell me it wasn’t just me that felt something onstage.” Ben said and I nodded slightly. “I mean, other than your, uh, you know.” I said, gesturing to Ben’s crotch with my head, and Ben frowned a little.

“You know what I mean, Y/N.” Ben growled, his tone of voice igniting a fire in my stomach. I simply smirked and pulled him into a heated kiss, nothing like our one onstage.

This one was frantic, in a way. Like we were trying to convey months of repressed feelings in one kiss. Ben held me close to him, his hands resting on my upper and lower back. My hands sat on his chest, fiddling with the lapels of his suit jacket.

I quickly pulled off Ben’s jacket, and it fell to the floor. Ben kicked it away and moved me so my back was pressed against a wall. I pulled away, desperate for a breath. My lips felt swollen, and I was fairly certain they were.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this.” Ben said, his voice low and gravelly. “Well, against the wall at MisCast isn’t how I imagined this going, but here we are.” I said and Ben’s eyes darkened, lust clouding them.

Ben attached his lips to my neck, and I felt my legs tremble a little. “Ben.” I gasped, clutching onto the fabric of his shirt. He grabbed the zip of my dress and expertly tugged it down.

I shivered a little as my bare skin hit the cold cement wall, but I let out a breathy moan as Ben found the most sensitive part of my neck. I leaned forward from the wall and I felt my dress fall down, pooling at my feet.

Ben stepped away, surveying his work before his eyes travelled to my incredibly exposed body. “Y/N.” Ben whispered, his wild eyes scanning me up and down.

“Now, it’s not very fair that you’re still wearing most of your clothes, is it?” I said and Ben almost immediately took off his tie, discarding it with his jacket. I captured Ben’s lips in a fiery kiss, and I hastily undid the buttons of his shirt.

Ben shrugged the shirt off, and I trailed my hands down his now bare chest. A moan escaped his mouth and the fire in my stomach blazed. I swiftly unbuckled his belt, noticing the rather significant tent in his dress pants.

I tugged his pants down, and Ben kicked off his shoes at the same time as his pants. Ben’s moved his hands up to the clasp of my bra, and fiddled with it for a second. He went to undo it when we heard a voice.

“Jesus Christ!” I looked up meekly to see a slightly traumatised Mike Faist. “Ben!” I whispered harshly, gesturing to Mike with my head. The look on Ben’s face could only be described as varying degrees of frustration.

Normally I would’ve laughed, but I was suffering from serious sexual frustration at the moment, so I wanted to punch Mike in the face and get back to screwing Ben.

“I knew you two had chemistry, but this is a lot more than I expected.” Mike said and I chuckled nervously, trying to ignore the fact that Ben looked like he wanted to murder Mike.

“Mike, can you, uh, give us a second, please?” I said, shooting him a look that screamed ‘leave us alone’. “Oh, ok. Sure thing.” Mike said, winking at us before walking away.

“Ben.” I said, and Ben cut me off almost immediately. “I really like you Y/N. How about you come back to my place after this? Maybe we can have a proper date before we run straight to third base.” Ben said and I nodded, pecking him on the lips before pulling my dress up.

Ben quickly got redressed, although his clothes were a little more crumpled now. “Hey, you mind zipping me up?” I said and Ben nodded. He zipped up my dress, his hands lingering on my back a little longer than normal.

“Thanks.” I said, and Ben smiled sheepishly at me. He leaned forward and our lips connected, butterflies filling my stomach. I cradled Ben’s face in my hands, and his hands sat gently on my waist.

We pulled apart, and I rested my forehead against Ben’s, panting slightly. “What do you bet the rest of the cast set this up so this would happen?” I said and Ben chuckled, his cheeks flushed.

“The odds are pretty high, but I don’t care right now. I’ve finally got the girl I’ve been pining after for months. What more could I want?”

cocanacola  asked:

What do you think about kookie's Spotify playlist and the fact that he put Tori Kelly in there?

i think that by including “dear no one” by tori kelly which is known to be jimin’s favorite song [jimin mentioned that in 2015] he’s trying to hint to something.. something like the fact that him and jimin indeed do share the same interests . 

that song in particular is very meaningful to them, because jungkook mentioned it exactly one month after jimin said that it was his favorite song and said that he liked it as well.. 

i feel like jimin liking the song and mentioning it in the first place has a lot to do with how he felt for jungkook at the time,  and how he was willing to wait for him .. 

[i’d love to have a soulmate and God will give him to me one day

and i know it’ll be worth the wait ..]

[sometimes , i want somebody to hold

someone to give me the jacket when it’s cold

….

yeah sometimes i want someone to grab my hand

hold me close , be my man]

even taehyung once asked jungkook to sing it [in the same vlive in which jimin was hiding injungkook’s hotel room] . of course jungkook sang it without changing the lyrics like some heteronormative people might do…  and he kept glancing at the bathroom where jimin was supposed to be hiding . 

so that song definitely has a lot to with jimin ,so it makes a lot of sense that he included it in his playlist because of that..

he also included “beautiful lies” which is a song that he has already recommended exactly one day before the release of jimin’s “lie” teaser [x

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one other thing i’d like to point out [this was already pointed out by sattelite-jeon] since we’re talking about “song choices” and stuff is the fact that jungkook said that song that reminded him and that represents jimin, is “this isn’t it” , and since he didn’t mention the singer . there are three options ,and if it was by jhon park these are some of the lyrics 

[ Your words always seem right and as I listen
I forget what I was going to say
As I see myself hesitantly fumbling
I think, this isn’t it
so what I’m trying to say right now is I like you

I love you]

this fact that this song right here reminds him of jimin says a lot about how he actually feels about him… it says it all actually!

if he was talking about “this isn’t it” by taeyang

I still love you
I wanted to tell you,

the one who couldn’t take it anymore and
gave up in the end.
I miss you more than I hate you
I long for you more than I’m sad
Is this not it? Is this not it?

if he meant “this isn’t it” by IU

This is not what I thought, but why, why are my lips

saying only rubbish jokes and smiling

It can’t get any worse,

so what’s still scaring me into telling lies?
Is it that despite everything, it’s good to see you?

all these songs right here are angsty , sad , about liking someone and not being able to accept it or not being able to tell the person …

 it’s how jungkook really felt back then,during their debut days, which explains whyhe was pushing jimin away at the time, feeling overwhelmed whenever he showered him with love and attention,trying to keep his distance… it’s because he was still ackowleging his feelings and trying to be accept them and  also not being able to tell him about it….

Dear Journal,

Today I got woken up by Teddy. It was about two in the morning.

“Dad.. I don’t feel really good..” He said.

I helped him sit down on our bed and layed the back of my hand on his forehead. He was not only really sweaty, but also very warm. But he was also shivering.

“I think you have a fever baby.. Stay here, I’ll go get the thermometer okay?” I said to him, wrapping him into the sheets.

Sirius started moving and he sat up, wondering what was going on. Teddy cuddled closer to him and Sirius’ father instinct kicked in. He wrapped his arms around his son and kissed his forehead. I took Teddy’s temperature and he indeed had a fever so I gave him some medicine.

“You’re sleeping with us so I can check on you okay?” I said, removing the hair that was sticking on his sweaty forehead.

“Okay..” Teddy said, shivering.

I took one of my old gryffindor long sleeved shirt and headed back to the bed.

“Here, i don’t want you to stay in your sweaty shirt..” I said, helping Teddy change.

“Dad? Can you go get my plushies? I left them in my room..” Teddy asked, his eyes full of tiredness.

“Of course baby.” I said.

I walked to his room to find the little dog and the little wolf layed in his messy sheets. I smiled at the thought that he was still sleeping with them. I got back to our room and slid under the covers, cuddling closer to Teddy and Sirius. I gave the two stuffed animals to him and he smiled, hugging them to his chest.

“Get some sleep okay love?” I whispered.

“Mhmm.. Thank you for taking care of me.” He said.

“You’re my little baby, of course I’m going to take care of you.” I said, kissing his forehead.

He smiled and I wrapped my arm against him.

“Dadda?”

“Yes?”

“Can you sing to me?” He whispered.

“Sure.. Close your eyes..”

He closed them, letting his lashes create a shadow on his cheeks. I half sang and half whispered to him. It wasn’t the best singing voice but i knew it was calming him. After a few minutes I felt his breathing slow down and he was asleep. I brushed my thumb on his cheek and gave him an “eskimo kiss” as we like to call it.

-Remus
June 19th 2014

Home [Lin-Manuel Miranda X Reader]

Request/Inspiration: This wasn’t a request! I was just thinking about a video that was just Lin under a blanket or something and it reminded me of pillow forts. Then I REMEMBERED ABOUT THE LITTLE SEBASTIAN!

Summary: An excerpt of Lin, Y/N, and Sebastian’s lives.

A/N: Short little drabble! I needed a fluff break, okay? This wasn’t executed well, I’m sorry. I’ve been in a writing slump for the past few days. Hopefully, I’ll get back in the swing of things!

Word Count: 768

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Leave The Angels, Join Me (Moriarty x Reader)

WEDIM DAY TWENTY-ONE

MORIARTY X READER

WORD COUNT: 1129

WARNINGS: NONE REALLY, MORIARTY?

SUMMARY: You’re captured by the world’s only consulting criminal to gain information on the SYSTEM, a secretive global organisation ran by Mycroft and a few others. Unfortunately, Moriarty’s torture gets to you and you spill. Unexpectedly, Moriarty then offers you a deal to join him? After all, who needs angels anyway? 

A/N: Because everyone liked the sherlock x reader I put up I decided to write another. Moriarty was such a good character and I firmly refuse to believe he is actually dead!! 

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A small lamp in the corner of the room lit the room. The yellow light cast shadows around the room creating huge looming monsters of black across the walls which all stared down at me disapprovingly.

I lay on the floor completely still. Barely moving. Barely breathing. Silent tears rolled down my cheek and onto the floor as I stared at the black steel door in front of me.

I was tired. I was hungry. I hadn’t slept for three days, too scared to shut my eyes for more than a second and I did not trust the food they gave me. My clothes were dirty and felt disgusting on my even dirtier body. I hadn’t seen sunlight for days, in fact, I hadn’t seen anyone other than my torturer for the entire time I’d been here. But I had heard him. Moriarty spoke to me occasionally. His evilly melodic voice coming through the speakers in the room occasionally giving me words of advice, taunting me, threatening me.

Eventually, I broke. All it took was a threat to kill my sister. After three days of physical, emotional and psychological torture that was all it took for me to part my lips and give him what he wanted.

I’d betrayed my friends. John, Sherlock, Mycroft. Secrets just spilt from my lips like a waterfall and Moriarty took them all in.

I had no idea what he’d do with all the information I’d given him. I didn’t want to know. I just wanted to get out of here, run away as far as possible and never ever look back.

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