and he looks too beautiful in this scene to not gif him

Peter Parker (Tom Holland) Imagine: Savior

Summary: Peter saves you when Flash begins to get a little bit too handsy

Requested: Yes
–> “No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.” And “You can’t leave without letting me hug you first.” combined into one with Peter Parker please? Btw I love your writing!

A/N: fucking pissed cause tumblr deleted all of this and so now I’m writing it again

Warnings: none

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To say that Peter Parker had a crush on you was a complete understatement. The boy was head over heels in love with you. He thought he had it bad with Liz, but with you it was a whole other level. In fact, his infatuation with you was the sole reason he dragged Ned to this party with him.

Peter had over heard some fellow classmates talking in the hallway about how Flash was planning on asking you out tonight. And Peter simply couldn’t just stand by and let that happen.

His soft brown eyes scanned over the crowds of people hoping to find the one angel that stood out above all of them, but to his dismay all he saw were strangers.

Apparently Flash has many friends from other schools cause Peter only knew a handful of the kids that he could see.

“Do you see her anywhere, Ned?”

“No. Maybe we should split up. Cover more ground, you know?”

“Yeah, good idea.”

Ned headed off in one direction, and Peter in the other. Peter wondered off through the different crowds of people searching for the girl of his dreams.

He said a few hellos to some people he knew from the robotics club, the school band and the academic decathlon team.

He was just about to give up on finding you when he suddenly heard the beautiful sound of your laugh.

Peter jerked his head around and saw you leaning against a wall surrounded by a group of your friends, one of them which was obviously telling a funny story.

Peter admired the way your soft curls perfectly framed your face and how the crop top and high waisted jeans you were wearing hugged your body in all the best ways.

Peter felt his heart begin to beat rapidly when his eyes connected with yours from across the room. You gave him a soft smile and a small wave and Peter is still not quite sure how his brain got the message to the rest of his body to return the gesture.

But the beautiful moment was quickly cut short by Flash pushing through the wall of your friends and placing an arm above your head.

Peter didn’t have to be near to know what Flash was saying when he saw his mouth begin to move. He knew he was asking you out.

Peter heard his heart pounding in his ears as he watched the horrific scene unfold before him. It wasn’t until he saw you flip Flash off that he was able to breathe again.

But soon the relief disappeared once again as he watch Flash grab your wrist and pull you into his chest. Peter realized all your friends had scattered once Flash walked up and there was no one to come to your rescue.

Now, Peter knew you were a tough girl that could fend for herself, but he also knew how relentless Flash could be. And the thought of anything happening to you was enough to send him across the room in a matter of seconds until he was standing between you and Flash.

Peter felt your fingers grip the back of his shirt and it was the fear in them that caused the sanity in his brain to blur. Peter no longer cared if he used his Spidey strength to harm the ass hole that threatened the girl he loved.

Peter sent Flash flying across the room into a glass door that lead into his backyard.

Peter felt the eyes of everyone at the party on him. He knew everyone was wondering how the scrawny kid from gym class that could barely do a pull up managed to send a man flying across the room.

Peter was about to panic when he heard your soft voice pull him back to reality.

“Peter? Can we please get out of here?”

There was no hesitation. Peter had grabbed your hand and was leading you out of the house.

Once you two had safely exited, Peter began to lead you down the street.

“Where are we headed?”

“I-I can’t go home. Not like this.”

It was then that Peter saw the tears in your eyes which only angered him more. He pulled you into his side and wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

“We can go back to my apartment. It isn’t far, and May won’t mind if you stay over.”

Peter felt the girl nod and began to lead her in the direction of his home.

The two fell into a comfortable silence until you finally spoke up.

“Please don’t think I’m a baby for crying… I’m used to guys hitting on me and I’ve gotten quite good at shutting them down. I’m just not used to them beginning to get physical with me and it freighted me. Thank you, Peter, for saving me.”

The fear in the your voice when you spoke of Flash’s actions was almost enough to send Peter back into the house to end the bully for good.

“I’ll always protect you, Y/N. No matter what.”

Peter was too focused on getting the two home safely to notice the smile that crossed your face, but he did notice the way your small fingers gripped his shirt tighter.

After a short while of walking, you and Peter had finally reached his apartment.

Peter lead you quietly into his room, careful not to wake his aunt up.

Although he knew May wouldn’t mind the girl staying over, he also knew she would never stop teasing him about having a girl sleep in his room. Especially one as pretty as you.

Peter opened up one of his drawers and pulled out some clothes for you to change into.

“Here you go. I’ll sleep on the couch and you can take the be-”

“No! I um… sorry. Can you, um, sleep in here? With me?”

Peter didn’t think he’d ever hear such beautiful words leave someone’s mouth.

Peter nodded his head and turned around to give you privacy to change. He stared at his poster of the periodic table until he heard you clear your voice, signaling to him that he could turn around.

Peter felt his cheeks grow red as he looked over your attire.

His t-shirt hung loosely off your body and his sweatpants were bunched up at the bottom due to him being a few inches taller than you. You looked completely adorable.

You shifter your eyes to the floor under his intense gaze.

“Do I look bad or something?”

“No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.“

A smile grew across your face as Peter crossed the room and took your hand in his to lead you to his small twin sized bed.

Peter laid down on his back and pulled you to lay on top of him. You laid your head on his chest and Peter began to run his fingers through your hair.

The soothing gesture and the sound of his heart beat was enough to send you to sleep in a matter of minutes.

—The Next Morning—

You were pulled from your dreaming state as the sunlight crept in through Peter’s window.

You lifted your head up and couldn’t help but smile at how adorable Peter looked as he slept.

His brown curls were scattered in different directions. His soft pink lips were slightly parted and a soft blush was spread across his cheeks.

You reached your hand up to push a loose curl out of his face and Peter’s eyes began to flutter open at the soft touch.

A smile spread across his face as he leaned into your touch.

"Good morning, sleepy head.” You whispered.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Peter replied in his husky morning voice.

His eyes widened as he realized what he said but the soft giggle that escaped your lips calmed him in a matter of seconds.

“I should go. My parents are probably worried sick.”

Peter frowned at the loss of warmth as your body left his.

He watched as you picked up your clothes from the floor. You turned and gave him one last smile before your hand reach out to grab the door handle but his voice stopped you from opening it.

“You can’t leave without letting me hug you first.”

You bit your lip and turned around to see Peter already standing behind you smirking.

“I can do you one better.”

Confusion crossed his face as you gripped the front of his shirt and pulled his lips into yours.

The kiss lasted a few short seconds but they were the best seconds of his life.

Peter watched you walk out of his apartment with a goofy, lovestruck grin on his face.

He had finally got the girl of his dreams.

A/N This is my first Harry Hook and Descendants imagine. I hope this is okay. I’ve only seen the second movie once so I wasn’t quite sure how to write him. Also, I know that Harry is slightly mad so he’s pretty OOC in this. Either way, I hope you enjoy it. ALSO, this imagine does have a different storyline than the actual movie.

Summary: Harry helps Ben, reader, and the VK’s escape the Isle, and in return is brought back to Auradon with them. Requested by @sgarrett49

Warnings: minor spoilers

Harry Hook

If there was one thing you especially didn’t expect when you went to the Isle to bring Mal back, it was to bring another VK back with you.

Harry Hook, the son of Captain Hook, had redeemed himself; he’d helped you all escape and had even went against his own pirate crew and captain; Uma. He had even rescued you when you were cornered by three pirates. For some reason, when he looked at your terrified face, he couldn’t help but go against his entire code and help you. And as you all left, Ben allowed him to get into the limo alongside the rest of his and Mal’s rescue team.

Now, just a few hours after the fight against the gang of pirates, you were dressed in the beautiful gown Evie had designed for you at cotillion. You stood on the sidelines and watched with a small smile as everyone danced on the ship that cotillion was being held in. There was a shallow pool of water that Uma had splashed into the ship after she attacked, but no one cared as they all splashed and dance after the events that had just happened.

“Now, what’s a beaut’ like you doing by herself at a party like this?” You suddenly heard a deeply accented voice ask. You jumped slightly in surprise, turning to look at Harry with a hand over your heart. “Harry! Don’t scare me like that,” you laughed nervously. He smirked, gently grabbing your hand that laid over your heart with his hook, pulling it up to his mouth. He kissed your knuckles, watching your eyes widen and your face blush as he did so. “My apologies, love.”

“I-it’s okay,” you stuttered, watching as he stood straight once more and let go of your hand. You looked back toward the dance floor, shoving a piece of wet hair behind your ear,“Im surprised you showed up, I didn’t think it was your scene. N-not that it can’t be, I just- uh, I just didn’t think you’d want to-”

He put a finger over your lips to stop you from talking, your eyes widening in shock. “I understood, dear.” He moved his finger away from your smooth lips,“But, I couldn’t miss a chance to see you in a gown.” You blushed once again,“Oh.”

He smirked at you, his eyes as daring as ever, and held out a hand to you,“Would you care to dance?” Your mouth opened in shock,“You want to dance with me?”

He nodded with a grin,“‘Course, that’s why I asked, dear.” You hesitated, but then as a new song started over again you decided why not? He did save you, after all. You placed a hand in his outstretched one, and shyly looked up at him,“Fine, just one dance. I do have to warn you, I’m not a very good dancer.” He chuckled as he hooked his Hook onto his belt loop so that he had both hands,“Thats alright, love. I’ll teach you.”

You stood on the dance floor, one hand in his and the other on one of his shoulders. He placed a hand on your hip, and your close proximity caused you to blush. You didn’t know why you were blushing so much, maybe it was because he was so handsome. No one could deny that. His eyes were a perfect, bright shade of blue that his eyeliner made even brighter, and his smile was gorgeous.

Harry also couldn’t deny that your gentleness and goodness intrigued him. How could someone be so beautiful, yet so sweet? How is it that he thought everyone in Auradon would be so unaccepting to the villains on the Isle, to him, yet all you’d done so far was accept him into your world (and he’d only been there a few hours). He was so angry about being abandoned, but when he looked at you he felt like… like he could actually be happy there.

The two of you began to dance to the music that played, a song not too upbeat but also not too slow. You grimaced when you stepped on his foot,“Sorry.” He only grinned,“It’s alright, Y/N. I’ve felt much worse.” With a frown at his words, you looked up at him. He was already looking down at you, a soft gaze in his eyes. “I’m sorry,” you muttered. He shook his head softly,“Don’t apologize, its not your fault. Plus, I have a feeling I’m going to be a lot happier here… hopefully with you by my side.”

Your eyebrows furrowed lightly,“Why are you being so nice to me? I mean, no offense, but it’s not at all what I expected.”

You allowed him to spin you outwards, and then into his arms. One arm still held yours as he held you close to him, swaying softly. He leaned down so that his mouth was right next to your ear. “There’s just something about you that hooks me in,” he practically purred, his voice causing you to shiver. He spun you back at again, and the two of you went back to your original position. The song ended, and your eyes were glued onto his,“You mean it?”

He nodded,“Every word.”

You looked down at your feet for a moment nervously before looking back up. You hesitated, before gently pressing your lips onto his cheek,“I’d love to get to know you better, Harry.” You backed away, letting go of his hand and shoulder before walking off. You looked over your shoulder at him, giving him a sweet smile for just a moment.

He sighed, wondering how you’d already begun to change him in only a few hours,“What’ve you done to me, Y/N.”

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France, 1754.
Château de Versailles.

“You don’t love me,” Louis had said, utterly blasé as he callously fractured the heart of a Harry that was just barely eighteen.

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TITLE:  Faking It 

IMAGINE: (Y/N) and Steve are both tired of their friends (namely Sam and Tony), trying to set them up with people. What happens when one night they decide to take control of their own love lives and teach Sam and Tony a lesson? (x)


[gif is not mine -creds to the owner. requests are open. immensely proud of this, probably except the ending. i’ve uploaded this like 3 times now and tumblr keeps deleting it, so apologies for the continuous upload for this.]

warnings: swear words, mature situations -minor sex scenes.

word count: 3.2 k+


‘The question of whether we can fight fate will always remain a mystery. But the bigger question is what happens when we stop fighting it.’

“Tony, for the last fucking time, I don’t want to go on a date with your friend!” (Y/N) yelled exasperated as she threw a piece of bread at him. “How many times do I have to tell you?”

“Come on, he’s totally your type and you guys would be perfect for each other,” his voice now took on a whining tone and (Y/N) rolled her eyes. “Please, just this one time?”

(Y/N) smiled sweetly at him, “No.” She hopped off the stool she was sitting on, “Last time I agreed to one of your dates he started crying when they brought the entree, and then again when we started having sex.”


Steve placed his hands on his knees as he bent over, trying to catch his breath. “Good run, Cap” He looked behind him and saw Sam jogging to where he was.

“You were so close in beating me this time,” he placed his hands on his back and stretched. Steve groaned as he began rubbing his shoulders.

“You busy tonight?”

Steve shook his head, “No, why?”

“There’s this girl,” Sam started but Steve glared at him. “Now, hear me out, she’s lovely and-,” Sam didn’t finish as Steve held up a hand.

“Look, I don’t want to Sam. I mean I’ve tried this thing before when Nat tried to set me up and it just didn’t work out. If I want to start dating, I’ll do it through my own way.” Steve clasped a hand on Sam’s shoulder. “Thanks though.”


(Y/N) fiddled with the screwdriver in Bruce’s lab, “I thought you wanted my help on a formula Bruce, but all I’ve done is play with your tools.”

Bruce turned around with a sheepish smile on his face, “Sorry (Y/N). It’s on that table if you want to have a look at it.”

She smiled at him and walked to the table. Leaning on it with her arms, she began scanning it. (Y/N) was focused until Tony barged in.

“Guys, I just got us a reservation at Top Stem!”

(Y/N) looked over at Bruce, then turned back to Tony, “Isn’t that the hipster bar in Brooklyn?”

Tony smiled and nodded, “Yep. Know a guy and he managed to book us a table.”

“What’s the occasion?”

“I mean everyone’s here since forever,” Tony shrugged. She knew that it meant more to him that he could ever admit. After the Civil War broke out between the group, tensions ran high and even though it’s been 5 years since the event happened the group still wasn’t as it was before.

“I’m in,” Bruce smiled.

“Me too,” (Y/N) smiled and continued reading the document. She was too engrossed once again so she didn’t notice the scheming look between Bruce and Tony.


“I’m at the restaurant Sam, and nobody’s here yet,” Steve spoke into the phone, peering in every now and then into the restaurant. “It is the Top Stem, right?” He asked. “Alright, I’ll go in, but if you’re not here or anyone in the next 15 minutes, I’m leaving.” With that, Steve hung up and walked in.

When he was seated he saw that the bar was dimly lit, giving it an intimate feel, especially with the single flower in the middle of the table. He frowned at the multiple empty chairs that circled the table.

“Rogers?” He heard his name and looked up from the menu. He saw (Y/N), and in that moment he allowed himself to bask in her beauty. He hasn’t spoken to her in a long time. Of course, their relationship was never friendly, but still, he missed the fights and the banter, and the wanting to rip her clothes to shred and push her up against the wall. Steve coughed, making sure that he wasn’t blushing when he replied to her.

“Are we the first ones here?” (Y/N) asked, sitting down across from him. Steve nodded. “Fantastic,” she grumbled.

“That hurts (Y/L/N),” he gave her a smirk and she smiled largely at him.

After 10 minutes passed, (Y/N) opened her phone and texted Tony’s number.

‘Where are you guys?’

“Tony?” Steve nodded towards the phone.

“Yeah, I mean our friends are little shits, but they’re usually around five minutes late,” she checked her watch, “not ten.”

Suddenly a buzz went through the table.

‘At home. Have fun ;)’

“For fucks sake,” (Y/N) groaned. “By any chance did Sam want to set you up with someone before this?”

Realization went through him and he cursed, “Are you fucking serious?”

(Y/N) laughed at him, “Language, Cap.”

“Our friends are shit.”

“I’ll drink to that.” (Y/N) raised her glass and gulped it down. “I can’t believe I fell for this, I mean it’s a Stark plan,” she sneered. “Those usually have more holes than Swiss cheese.”

“Sam and Tony schemed us. Us out of all people!”

(Y/N) agreed, “Fuck. You know what we should do?”

Steve looked at her, he knew that look. It was that look before a scheme hatched in her mind, god he knew that look. He loved that look. He got turned on by that look. “What?”

“Since our dear friends thought that they could out scheme us, why don’t we show them just how great we can be together?” He gestured for her to go on. “Let’s pretend to date and then we’ll have this dramatic fall out after like a month or so and then they’ll don’t know what to do because we’ll force them to choose sides. Then, we’ll come out and say, ‘it wasn’t real, but this could be the outcome if you keep fucking with our lives.’”

Steve sat back for a while. Usually he was a good guy, he wouldn’t scheme, but sometimes (Y/N) brought out that Steve he wanted to be when he was younger. One that wouldn’t take shit from anyone. He got that chance when (Y/N) entered in his life.

“I’m in.”


3 weeks into ‘dating.’

“I can’t believe that you and Capsicle are dating now,” Tony sat down next to her, a bowl of cereal placed in front of him. “I mean, I thought you would high-tail out of there but not before throwing a drink in his face.”

(Y/N) shrugged, “Well, when I first saw him that’s what I wanted to do. I guess old habits die hard, but once we got talking, it was just realization. I just realized just how much we were alike, but so different at the same time.”

“Ew,” Tony shoved her lightly. “Can you spare me the romantic feelings?”

She threw a piece of granola at him. What surprised her was just how true her statement was.


3.5 Weeks into ‘dating’

“So what’s the next step on the plan?” Steve asked as he opened the door for her.

“I’m not sure if you’re going to like this, but they have to catch us in a sexual manner to say,” (Y/N) spoke and cringed. “You can just lay on top of me, I know that you don’t want to do any of that until you really like someone.”

“How do you know?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, “Oh please. You’re Mr. Poster Guy for having an emotional connection before having sex with a girl,” noticing his casted down eyes, “not that there’s any wrong with that!” She placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m just saying, Tony knows me. Tony knows that I don’t need an emotional connection when fucking someone.” She saw that he cringed when she said that. “Sorry.” She stopped walking and leaned into the wall, “He won’t believe we’re dating until he catches us in the act. He believes that we had this weird pent up sexual frustration before.”

Steve laughed, “Sam and Nat said the same thing.”

“Okay, so this is what I have in mind-,” she never got to finish her sentence as Steve pushed her up against the wall, she subconsciously lifted her legs and wrapped it around his waist. (Y/N) wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in closer, opening her mouth to allow his tongue in. She moaned as he grinded his hips to hers. “Steve, fuck,” she moaned out as he began placing kissed on his neck.

Steve relished in the way she grinded her hips against her. He could feel himself harden against his gym shorts and he really couldn’t care enough to blush or apologize. He almost took her when she began moaning his name. “You like that?” He nipped her jaw as he grinded against her again.

“God yes,” she rolled her head and pulled him in again to kiss him.

They only broke apart when they heard several throats clearing. (Y/N) and Steve broke apart slowly, she opened her eyes and saw that he was staring at her. His normal crystal blue eyes, were darker than she’s ever seen before.

“Get a room,” Tony hollered, backed up by Clint and Sam’s snickering.

Steve and (Y/N) turned their heads, foreheads still touching, to their audience. “Sorry, can’t keep my hands off her, I mean have you seen her?”

Pietro nodded and smugly grinned, “I sure have.”

Steve growled and (Y/N) found herself getting turned on by it. She grinned and lightly bit his earlobe, grinding into him for the extra act. Steve turned his attention back to her and smiled. He pecked her lips once more.

“For the love of god! I’ve given you guys practically a floor each, can you not do it where everyone can see!” Tony complained as he shut his eyes and dramatically walked to the gym. The others walked past, each smiling smugly and laughing.

Once they were out of view and hearing range, Steve allowed (Y/N) to unwrap her legs around him and gently set her down. “Didn’t know that you had in it you Rogers. I’m surprised, pleasantly surprised, but surprised nonetheless.”

Steve didn’t reply to that comment but he did give her a small, shy smile. “I guess they believe that we’re dating now?”

“For sure,” she laughed, still trying to catch her breath. “I’ll see you round Rogers.” With a wink she disappeared, swaying her hips as she did so, knowing that he was watching her. As she walked away she desperately tried to forget how good he felt, how good and right it felt when he kissed her. How he held her in the right places.

She leaned against a wall, “Fuck.” Yup, she was fucking screwed because she’s opening herself up to Steve.


4 Weeks into ‘dating’

“No need to be jealous (Y/N), you know that he only has his eyes and his other things for you,” Bucky whispered as they both watched a flirtatious reported touched Steve’s arm.

(Y/N) refused to admit that she was jealous. She wasn’t jealous at all. She didn’t want to drag him away and claw the woman who had her paws on him. Nope. Not at all. She was only concerned about their plan being thwarted if he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. She glanced at Bucky and he gave her a supportive smile. “Thanks, Buck.” She touched his arm gently, and that was the time that Steve looked up.

His eyes narrowed as he saw his best friend and his ‘girlfriend-slash-not-girlfriend-but he kinds of has feelings for her?’ closely talking. “So, what would you say was the best thing about the ‘40’s?” Tierney asked as she posed her pencil over the paper.

He turned back to her, giving him her most charming smile and answered.


(Y/N) took a deep breath, her nostrils flaring as she heard the woman’s laugh from across the room. “Breathe,” Bucky warned. They both watched as the reported fiddled with Steve’s tie. “Fuck,” Bucky swore as he watched (Y/N) storming over. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why can’t Sam do this?”


(Y/N) stormed over to where they were, standing so close to Steve that he couldn’t physically move away from her. “Am I interrupting something?” She asked sweetly. Steve looked down at (Y/N), to anyone who didn’t know her, they would have just thought that she was asking a simple question, but he knew that tone.

“Uh, I was just doing an interview here with Mr. Rogers,” the woman explained.

(Y/N) turned to her, an eyebrow arched and her jaw clenched, “Are you really?” She felt Steve’s hand wrap around her waist and leaned back into him. She smirked when she saw the reporter’s eyes move to the gesture. “Because from where I stood you were trying to get into my boyfriend’s pants.”  She moved closer to the woman, “Are you really trying to get into my man’s pants?”

“No, no-,” the woman stuttered.

“Good, because fucking another woman’s man is a big no-no, no matter what, understand?”

“I didn’t know that he had a girlfriend,” the woman tried to explain.

“That’s why I’m letting you off, just make sure when you want to flirt with someone, make sure that they’re not taken, otherwise it can get,” (Y/N) tilted her head and gave the woman in front of her another smile, “messy.” With a turn, she faced Steve indicating that the conversation ended. Luckily, the woman took the hint and walked off.


Steve allowed himself to be dragged by into an empty room. She turned around and he saw that she was beyond pissed. “Do you want our plan to go down the drain?”

“Are you jealous?” He laughed at the thought. (Y/N), jealous? In all of the time that he knew her, she never once showed this kind of emotion.

“I’m angry that our plan would be tarnished, yes.”

He walked over to her, smiling all the while. “You were jealous.” He placed his hands on her hips. She shook her head, anger still in his eyes. “Oh really?” She nodded. “So after this whole charade, you wouldn’t mind me dating her,” he ghosted his lips over hers, “fuck her,” now her ear, “make love to her?” He allowed himself to nibble on her ear, earning a moan from her.

“Fuck her all you want,” (Y/N) grasped the tie, pulling him closer, their noses touching, “but you’re mine right now.” She grounded her hips against his, and this time it was him moaning.

As their kisses got more desperate, (Y/N) allowed her to think. How did it come to this situation? Alone, in a room with Steve Rogers of all people trying to undo her dress, which started which jealously? If you told her this 3 years ago, she would have laughed in your face, but at this moment? She allowed herself to enjoy Steve Rogers.

“Steve, fuck! Oh my god!” She yelled as she fisted his hair.

“Better be quiet doll, or someone might come in,” he mumbled against her clit.

“Don’t care,” she mumbled, Steve moved back in this time with more rigor. Her head tilting back, moaning loudly as she did so.


5.5 Weeks into ‘dating’

“Aren’t we supposed to break up now or something?” He dropped it so casually, it was like he was talking about the weather.

She was so stunned that she couldn’t formulate a sentence so she decided on, “What?”

“Wasn’t that the plan?” She stopped playing with his hair and turned to him. He noticed her eyes drop down, her brows furrowed. “Unless you don’t want to.” He teased.

She looked up and clenched her jaw, “No. I just don’t know how to do it dramatically, I mean I haven’t had the time to think with you fucking me.” She yanked herself out of his grasp, and neither would admit it but they missed each others touch.

Steve’s eyes widened with her cold tone, “(Y/N)…”

“Give me until tonight, then I’ll you the plan,” she walked away, her heart beating furiously.

Once she was in her room, she locked the door and sat on her bed. (Y/N) placed her face on her hands. She completely forgot about the plan -with all the sex, the talks about their past and her incessant questions about his childhood, and the weird dates in Brooklyn that she couldn’t help but enjoy. She never thought that when got into this that their goal, her goal of making sure that Tony and the gang never in their life again would blur with one kiss from Steve Rogers.

(Y/N) had it all planned out. She usually knew what was real and what wasn’t, but whenever she was with Steve, she couldn’t help but feel that everything was real.


She stood by the kitchen, whiskey in her hand. (Y/N) texted Steve two minutes ago to meet her so they can ‘break-up’. She didn’t want to, not that she’ll ever voice that thought out. She saw Steve as soon as he entered the kitchen, his face wasn’t impassive as she thought it would be.

He stalked over to her, every Avenger now watching them. He pulled her into him roughly, his hand on her waist, the other on her ass. (Y/N) was shocked, so she hesitantly kissed him back. He broke apart with her, “I need to talk to you.” Steve didn’t allow her to respond, he just grabbed her by the hand and dragged her to his room. They both felt a group of eyes watching them, but they could not care less.

“Rogers, what the hell are you doing?” He locked the door. Steve faced her.

“I love you,” he stated plainly. “I didn’t want to fall in love with you, but fuck, every single smile that you gave me, every single conversation that we had made me fall in love with you. I’m not going to lie, when I first met you I thought that you were one of the most beautiful people I have ever seen, but then you opened your perfect little mouth and you ruined it all.”

He gave a small laugh, “But you didn’t at the same time.” He looked at her, “I wanted you more than anything, the way that you talked to me -you talked to me like I was a normal guy pissing you off, not Captain America. You were the most annoying, frustrating woman in my life, I didn’t know whether I wanted to kill you or fuck you. But I did know one thing, I couldn’t imagine my life without your incessant nagging about everything that I did.”

Steve stopped speaking, they both knew that he was finished talking. (Y/N) stood there, in the middle of Steve’s room, unmoving, no emotion in her eyes. She closed her yes and inhaled.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re dramatic? You could rival Tony,” She opened her eyes and looked at him. He knew that her words were supposed to be biting but once he saw her eyes, oh god, he could burst out crying. Steve saw the love and admiration that he knew would take awhile for her to voice out. But it was still there. She loved him as well.

“You love me,” he teased and she shrugged laughing all the while. “You know what’s better than normal sex against a wall?” Steve asked.

She moved forward, wrapping her arms around him, her face glowing. “What?”

“Having passionate sex in Tony’s office,” he winked at her and she laughed.

“And they say that I’m the inappropriate one in the relationship!” She grinned at him. He was beautiful and he was hers. “I must say though, you know a way to girl’s heart.”

“Correction, I know the way to your heart.” He grinned down at her, and kissing her for the first time, not because of a scheme or a plan, but because he finally got the girl who managed to make him rip out his hair, kiss her until she’s out of breath and set his soul on fire. Sure, he had a rough road ahead of him, but if she was there with him, he could manage.

Just Acting, right?

Summary: The reader has to shoot a scene with Sebastian, which would be easy if it weren’t for the fact that she has a huge crush on him. The sexual nature of the scene doesn’t help either…or does it?

Word Count: 1622

Authors note: I’ve loved this idea from the second it popped into my head! It’s so weird to actually write the actors and not the characters HAHA, let me know what you think! ( THIS DOESN’T GO WITH THE PLOT OF THE MOVIES, DON’T KILL ME)…..P.s I keep falling deeper and deeper in love with Seb…HELP

This was going to be the hardest day on set, no pun intended. Today was the day where you were going to shot the closest thing to a sex scene, and with no one other than Sebastian Stan.

You’d be filming a scene where your character attempts to torture Bucky, but Bucky escapes. Your character was going to be a real villain, which was the opposite of your actual personality.

As an actor you’d starred in a couple big blockbuster films, and you were actually really close with Chris Evans. You’d done the classic “rom com” together a couple times.

Chris was teasing you from the second you walked on set, “Ready for the big day?”. You rolled your eyes and gave him your best bitch face. He laughed, “Come on, don’t tell me you’re nervous?”.

How could you not be nervous? Sebastian Stan was one of the most beautiful people on the planet, not to mention how down to earth he was. Chris raised an eyebrow and you knew you’d have to say something to stop his train of thought.

Smiling you said, “Yes I’m nervous…you know how awkward these scenes are!”. Chris had seemed like he was going to say something, but decided to drop it. Smiling he said, “But Seb’s an angel, you’ll be in good hands”.

You laughed watching the smirk form upon his lips, “Nice one, good to know you’re not just a pretty face”. Chris laughed loudly, doing the left boob grab. You heard the two minute warning, and felt the butterflies in your stomach.

Chris got sincere, “Odds are he’s just as nervous, but don’t sweat it okay? I mean we’ve done some pretty cliche things, and we’re fine!”.

Jokingly you said, “Sure you’re not in love with me?”. He rolled his eyes, but started to laugh again. He did have a point, you’d shot scenes like this before. You just needed to relax.

You heard the voice again which meant you had to make your way to hair and makeup. Chris winked, “I’ll catch up with you later (y/n)”. You said goodbye and continued with your day.

Your character was in an all black bodysuit, with red accents. For hair, you’d been given loose curls. Your makeup was a smokey black eye and red lip to match, you couldn’t look more evil.

After what seemed like forever, you finally made your way to the set. There stood Sebastian in his Bucky gear, talking to Chris and Anthony. Chris whistled when he saw you, “Oh this is fantastic”.

You raised an eyebrow, “What are you two doing here, you don’t have to film until later”. They couldn’t wipe the smirks off their faces. Anthony laughed, “And miss this? No way (y/n)”.

Finally Sebastian spoke up, “Ignore them, you do look amazing”. Anthony turned to Chris as he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. You looked to Sebastian, “Thank you, I don’t know how you guys wear suits like this all the time”.

Anthony laughed again, “We don’t look that good while wearing them..you’re about to give Black Widow a run for her money”. You all laughed, and you did a small spin. Chris clapped loudly, while Sebastian stood there smiling.

Chris added, “So kiddos, how are we feeling?”. He was of course talking to you and Sebastian. Seb laughed, “This beats having to run around firing fake guns and dodging bullets”. You smiled, “Beats having to say all that mushy gushy shit to you Chris”.

Anthony whistled and Chris pretended to be upset, “Hey, that was from the heart”. Chris was kidding, but it felt good to laugh and shake away your nerves. The final call was said, and it was now go time.

Bucky would be strapped down to a chair in your makeshift hydra base. Before he got into his position Seb smiled to you, “Don’t worry, just let the scene take over”. You smiled back, and got into character.

You walked around the chair, before leaning over the back of it. Whispering into his ear you asked, “Ready to comply, or do you need Steve here for that?”. His voice was muffled from the gag in his mouth, now was the hard part.

Walking to the front of the chair you straddled him, “Come on Buck”. This was the part where Bucky would break free from the constraints, but Seb struggled with them. You decided to improv, scared to ruin a good take.

You smirked and lifted his chin up, “I’m starting to think you like this position”. There was a pause as Bucky just looked up to you, and you heard the director start to crack up laughing. Loudly he said, “That was amazing (y/n), keep that in”.

Anthony playfully yelled, “Cut the check” and you got up from Sebastian and laughed with them. You took the gag out of his mouth, and he started to laugh too, “That was perfect”.

There was a weird look in his eyes, but you ignored it. You figured it was just from the rush of getting into character.

A set man came over to lossen the bindings so Seb would actually be able to break them. Chris joked, “Don’t skip arm day next time Stan”. Sebastian just looked to you with a huge smile on his face.

You joked back, “Not everyone has styrofoam logs to rip Chris”. Sebastian gripped your shoulder as he laughed, and you felt butterflies in your stomach. Before Chris could respond the director called, “Action”.

You went back to straddling him, and he was grunting underneath you while trying to “break free”. Laughing dryly you said, “Come on soldier, you’re not even putting up a fight! Maybe if your precious Steve-”.

The constraints were broken, and Sebastian pushed you backward. He had you pressed against the nearest wall, his metal arm around your throat. Your character didn’t gasp or struggle.

Through heavy breaths you said, “That’s more like it”. Smirking you looked up to a very angry Bucky.  He looked down at you with gritted teeth, “You’re twisted”. With ease you pushed him back.

With your “alien” powers you had him on his knees, gasping for air. Sebastian held onto his throat pretending to gasp for air. With a hand on your hip you said, “That metal arm is really starting to grow on me”.

You were smirking like a madman, “Makes a girl start to think all type of things-”. By now you were standing above him, and he was looking up at you with anger in his eyes.

You fake pouted, “Come on, isn’t this fun?”. He was gasping for air still, unable to speak. You rolled your eyes, “Fine speak”. He caught his breath, the anger inside of him still boiling.

Once again the director yelled “cut” and within seconds you returned to your normal selves. You helped Sebastian up and he looked all too excited. He shook his head, “You’re incredible”.

You blushed, “Thank you…this character is really something else”. You felt someone pat you on the back and turned around to see Chris. Smirking he said, “She’s fucking hot..that’s what she is!”.

Anthony joined in, “I thought I saw Seb blushing underneath all that makeup”. Sebastian rolled his eyes, but didn’t deny it. Laughing you said, “Aw Mackie, at least try to hide your jealousy”. Sebastian laughed loudly at your comment.

Chris rested a hand on Anthony’s shoulder, “Alright, we have like two minutes until we need to be in hair and makeup”. The boys said their goodbyes, living you and Sebastian alone.

Smiling you said, “I’m going to go get some air before the call us back on to finish up”. You started to walk away and then heard him call out your name. Seb followed you, “I need some air too, mind if I join?”.

You shook your head no and together you walked out. When you were finally alone he said, “You’re really talented you know? I mean I’ve seen the movies you’ve done with Chris..and they’re the opposite of what you just did”.

Laughing you turned to him, “So you’re a fan?”. His smirk grew while he looked at you. Biting his lip he said, “How could I not be?”. As he looked at you, the butterflies came back.

Trying to play it cool you said, “Yeah I’ve never done something like this…I can’t believe how sexual that was” you started to laugh again. Sebastian caught onto your blush, “Hey, I’m not complaining”.

You raised an eyebrow and he continued, “I’m being serious, I bet the chemistry between us was obvious on screen”. 

You wanted to melt, the chemistry. Biting your lip you said, “Are you flirting with ( your character’s name) or me?”.

Sebastian laughed, “I’m flirting with you (y/n), would you like to go out sometime?”. You heard the call for you both to return to set. Playfully you said, “What a shame, I was hoping you’d bring along the metal arm”.

He bit his lip, a laugh escaping. You smiled, “I’m free later tonight”. You both started to make your way back. Sebastian smirked, “I think that gives me enough time to sneak the arm off set”.

When you returned to the set you saw Chris and Anthony all suited up. Mackie joked, “What’s got you both so happy?”. You looked to Sebastian unsure of what to say. Chris knew you too well, “Stan totally just asked her out”.

Sebastian looked to you and then back at them. He winked at you, “Jealousy’s an ugly trait boys”. Before anyone could say anything the scene began.

To be honest, Sebastian couldn’t believe that you’d said yes. If it weren’t for Chris telling him to “just go for it man” he would’ve been too nervous to ask. He’d meant everything he’d said, he thought you were incredible.

♡ — au where yoongi is a rapper and a producer while jungkook is a music student trying to become a singer
(40/?) 


“THE PLAN” (aka make yoonkook real)

The whole thing was a setup.

Jungkook sensed it the moment they arrived at the studio and the others weren’t there, except for Jin, who had a blush creeping on his cheeks. He was putting some bowls full of food - that smelled amazing - on the table Namjoon usually used to put part of his Ryan collection that normally stays in the producer’s room. However the plushies were nowhere to be found.

“Ah! The others are arriving… in a couple of minutes… Yeah. Hm. ” He had said, looking all nervous. “I’ve gotta run, yeah, I think I forgot to turn the oven off back home, you guys know how I am, right?”

If he was trying to sound sincere, he was doing a poor job. Jungkook knew Jin. His cousin was a little lost and scatter-brained, but never - ever - in the kitchen. It was his sacred place, he would never do such thing as leaving his oven on to leak gas.

“Are you kidding me?” Yoongi sounded annoyed. He probably sensed that something was wrong too.

“Ahhh… I’ll be back in a few, boys! Bye!” He said, already closing the door behind him with his coat halfway up his arms. They then heard a soft click from the door being locked.

Jungkook sighed and looked over at Yoongi, who was taking off his coat and throwing himself on the leather couch.

“They’re up to something”

♡ ♡ ♡

“Well? Do you think they believed it?” Hoseok asked, while practically jumping in the back seat Jimin placed his hands on his hips and tried to settle Hoseok down but failed, as expected.

“Not for a second. Yoongi didn’t buy my excuse, but whatever. The important thing is that they’re together, and alone, with the best cooking in the world. Everything is going as we planned!” Jin said while closing the passenger side door, and leaning to give the driver (his boyfriend) a sweet peck on the lips. “Now we just have to wait until they contact us. I’m pretty sure that Yoongi will be calling to ask what’s going on soon enough.”

Namjoon started the car and left the front of the building where the Cypher Studio was located. Their plan was as simple as it could be. Make Yoongi and Jungkook believe they were all going to meet and celebrate the 3 year anniversary of the studio, pretend that something came up and leave the boys alone. Jin had made some of his best dishes, brought some wine and had the stereo ready to be activated from his phone, set to play some playlist that Taehyung swore on his life that it was romantic. He hoped so.

No one could stand Yoongi and Jungkook dancing around each other anymore, saying that they were friends, when everyone could feel their sexual tension from miles. But it wasn’t just that. They clearly had feelings for the other but they acted like it was nothing. They would spend all night talking, absorbed in their own little world when all of them were around. Their touch would linger way longer than friendly acceptable and they kept staring like they were reading the other’s mind. It was creepy but, at the same time, it was beautiful. Namjoon had known Yoongi for years and he never saw his friend like that, happy, giving so many smiles and taking care of himself. The boy driving the car was praying that everything would work out and his two friends would acknowledge their feelings so they could finally be together.

♡ ♡ ♡

GROUP CHAT

Yoongi:
Where are you guys?

Yoongi:
???

Yoongi:
???????????????

Jimin:
Oh, hey Hyung!

Yoongi:
Hey?? Where are you, brat?
You guys were supposed to be here
Kookie and I are waiting for 40 minutes
Aren’t you guys coming???!!!

Taehyung:
No

Yoongi:
What the fuck, Tae?
What do you mean by “no”??

Taehyung:
It means we’re not going!
Sorry, Hyung!

Yoongi:
I knew!
I knew you were all up to something
What’s going on?

Taehyung:
You’re a smart boy
You’ll figure it out

Hoseok:
Shut up, Tae
What he meant is
Why don’t you and Jungkook just enjoy the night?
Jin-hyung left some food and wine in the kitchen
You guys can talk
And enjoy the night…

Taehyung:
Smooth, Hobi-hyung

Yoongi:
I can’t believe this
Are you guys seriously playing matchmaker with us??

Jimin:
If this is what it takes
To make you guys realize you should be together
Then yes, we’re really playing matchmaker
Good night, Hyung!

♡ ♡ ♡

Groaning, Yoongi threw his phone on the couch and turned to look at Jungkook, who was sitting at the piano, softly touching the keys almost like he was afraid of the sound. He took his time staring at the boy. He was dressed like he always was; skinny jeans, a sweater that is clearly too big for him and the damn timberlands he insisted on using every freaking time. With his hair looking like a planned mess, in the strange yellow light of the studio, casually playing the piano, he looked like a model. Yoongi didn’t know how that was possible, how could the boy look like he was at a fashion shoot all the time. Like he knew that Yoongi was thinking about him, Jungkook turned around and smiled, showing his bunny teeth and closing his eyes.
Yoongi never stood a chance.

He should have known, from the beginning, since the day that Jin-hyung called to invite him to a special welcome dinner for his little cousin that was moving to Seoul to study music. The boy had a captivating personality and boyish smile. He looked like he was really naive and shy, but as soon as he was comfortable, he would become playful and touchy. He was smart and good at nearly everything. But, above all, Jungkook was passionate about music and that really did a number on Yoongi, himself being a music lover since he was little. And then, when he sang for the first time for the older, with a sweet voice that could reach amazing tones, apparently, it reached Yoongi’s heart too.

Maybe it was the long periods of time they spent together, maybe it was the way Jungkook was always up to eat tons of lamb skewers, or maybe it was the way that he seems to really get Yoongi understand him like no one else could. He knew when the older boy needed to chat about random things like new music equipment and anime, or when he just needed the company, just needed to know that Jungkook was there for him. Whatever it was, Yoongi knew he was too far gone, his feelings for the boy with the bunny smile too obvious to pretend they weren’t there.

Smiling back, Yoongi got up from the couch and headed to the piano, sitting with Jungkook.

“This is one of my favourite songs, and I never showed it to anyone… Until now” he heard Jungkook let a little-surprised sound before he started to play the notes he knew too well. “It’s called I Need U

♡ ♡ ♡

The song was a beautiful mix of delicate and melancholic, while still sounding a little happy.

Jungkook felt mesmerized every time he heard Yoongi playing and he allowed himself to really watch him. The older never looked so angelic as he looked when his fingers were sliding over the piano keys like it was the most natural thing in the world. He looked at his face and he had his eyes closed, looking so peaceful and… passionate. It was overwhelming and it felt like Yoongi was showing his soul. Jungkook felt warm inside. Looking at Yoongi’s face and hearing the song felt like it was too much. This was, probably, the most beautiful scene Jungkook has ever seen. Even if it wasn’t the first time he listened to him playing, he still needed to catch a breath.

It was like every time he was with Yoongi, he had to force himself to breathe. He would constantly catch himself staring at the pianist, getting lost in his moonlight-kissed skin, his lazy eyes and his lips, that looked oh-so-soft, that these days seemed to be a constant theme in his dreams… And before he noticed, his face was almost purple, both from embarrassment and for the lack of oxygen.

When the music came to an end, the notes slowing fading, it was like the melody still remained in the air. Yoongi took a breath, his hands still ghosting over the keys , like he refused to part ways.

Like it was the most natural thing to do, Jungkook slowly took his hand to the piano, his fingers brushing onto Yoongi’s and softly caressed them, like some sort of “thank you” for the song. The boy felt like the warmth he was feeling inside was spreading through his whole body, contrasting with Yoongi’s cold hand.

“Jungkook-ah…” His name sounded like a breath, a whisper.

He waited for the older boy to complete the sentence but he didn’t. Instead, he moved his hand, their fingers intertwining into a loose grip. Jungkook felt Yoongi’s thumb slowly move like he was drawing something on the back of the boy’s hand.

It felt oddly normal to stay like this, even though they had never held hands this way before. Sure, they touched each other’s hands once or twice but it never felt like this. So personal, so meaningful. It felt right.

Jungkook already had some plans in his mind, about how to approach Yoongi and tell him about his feelings, maybe ask him on a date or at least make his intentions a little more clear, but while holding the older boy’s hand, he figured this was as good time as any.

“Hyung, I…” his voice cracked a little, He couldn’t hide how nervous he was feeling, even if he tried. Hearing his name, Yoongi looked at Jungkook, their hands never parting.

While gazing into Yoongi’s eyes, it was hard to get his month to work and say the words he wanted to say for so long, to ask for the things he craved so much, things that made him lose countless hours of sleep. But Jungkook couldn’t and wouldn’t let this chance slip away.

“Hyung, can I kiss you?”

Yoongi blinked a few times but didn’t seem like he was shocked, as Jungkook had imagined he would be. He just kept staring at the boy, like he was seeing into his soul, until he let a hard breath leave his lungs, his voice sounding a little strange. Almost desperate.

“God, Jungkook-ah… Just… Yes. Yes, please.”

And as soon as Yoongi said the words, Jungkook moved closer, their face mere inches from each other. Yoongi’s hot breath brushed against Jungkook’s face and both held each other’s gaze, like repeating the question, just to be sure. They were so close, their noses almost touching , when Jungkook finally gave in and closed the distance between them.

The young boy couldn’t help but let out a little whisper, as soon as he realised that yes, Yoongi’s lips were just as soft as they looked. Maybe more. Jungkook felt that his fingers were no longer intertwined with Yoongi’s, but soon enough he found out why because he felt the pianist grab his sweater and pull their bodies even closer, their lips never parting.

Yoongi pressed his lips against Jungkook’s, softly, before tracing the boy’s bottom lip with his tongue. He let go of the boy’s sweater, just to let his hands move to the back of his neck. Jungkook reacted taking his hands all the way to Yoongi’s hips and holding him in the place like he was afraid of the older boy leaving. Even in the awkward position, they kept kissing and breathing on each other’s lips, their tongues slowly touching every now and then. Jungkook craved for Yoongi’s lips, like he never wanted anything in his life. He tasted like coffee and warmth, and Jungkook felt addicted, a sound of contentment leaving his lips without him noticing.

They broke the kiss reluctantly to catch a proper breath, feeling like they had been kissing for hours, but their bodies remained close. Their lips were still touching when Jungkook murmured on the other’s lips.

“Kiss me again. Please kiss me again”

Yoongi didn’t have to be asked twice, kissing the boy with desperation, all the want and longing he had felt for so long finally being paid, with their lips locked together and their tongues caressing the other. It felt like heaven and Jungkook was feeling dizzy from happiness and want, a shiver running through his body like there were sparks dancing all the way down his spine.

Nothing had ever felt this good.

Hey guys! I just wanted to put a disclaimer out here on this story, it is very angsty and deals with mature subject matter, it could possibly be a trigger warning. Thankyou so much!

It all started simple enough, it wasn’t supposed to end up like this. Hanging out with the gang, that was it. But then there was Betty Cooper

Kind, selfless, beautiful Betty Cooper who would rather die than see any living thing being tormented in any way. He should’ve noticed it, seen it in her eyes, the way her shoulders drew up and her breathing quickened. She was ready for a fight. And a fight she was going to get.

They had been eating, that’s all, just minding their own business, going over school work and laughing with their friends when all of a sudden the crash of a plate hitting the ground echoed through the barely full diner. Everyone’s eyes were drawn to Dilton Doiley now sitting on the ground covered in his own food, bleeding from his arm. He wasn’t alone. Surrounding him were the biggest high schoolers Jughead had ever seen, tattooed and muscled their faces so mean and rough, it was scary to even look. And then they kicked the poor boy laying on the ground.

They kicked Dilton so hard, he coughed himself into throwing up. Betty was up in a second flat, he never even had the chance to touch her, grab her arm. Keep her stuck in that seat. He would’ve done anything to keep her there.

“Stop! What’s wrong with you?! What are you doing?!” She shouted hysterically, moving to help Dilton but was quickly stopped by one of the bunch.

“Back off bitch, this isn’t your fight.” It was a group of six all equally staring Betty down with such venom Jughead thought me might throw up alongside Dilton. He saw her hands go up to her ponytail, tightening it.

Oh shit.

“It’s my fight now, this is my town, my diner, my friends.” She stood tall , not a shake to her body. Suddenly without any warning she was slapped across the face, completely knocking her to the ground. “I said mind your own business bitch.” The tallest one spoke spitting on the ground near Betty’s face.

He had hopped over the booth in a second flat, Archie and Kevin following close behind

As soon as he reached for the monster who had slapped Betty he was being pulled down by another two of the gang. Pinning him to the ground and using the heel of his boot, the one to his left kicked him hard in the cheek, splitting his lip. He vaguely heard the screams of Veronica and Cheryl and saw Archie and Kevin being held back.

“This your girlfriend?” The tallest one said shoving Betty’s face into the ground by jugheads head keeping his foot on her head, he couldn’t help but think that this asshole was getting dirt in her hair. He tried to catch her eyes, tried to tell her it was gonna be okay, he was here, they were gonna get out of this but he couldn’t find her eyes, he could only make out the light pink cardigan, they weren’t letting him move, suddenly he heard her yelp and the sound of skin hitting skin caused him to push up in the force holding him back. He caught a glimpse of the scene.

The man had Betty’s shirt almost all the way over her head and had punched her directly in her side. “You’ve gotta learn” he was saying, “you can come with us, pretty young thing like you, we’ve got space in our trailer, we could make good use of you.” The rest of the group laughed and jughead growled

“Oh your boyfriend looks jealous, why don’t we let him see a little more, hell who knows it might be the last time he gets to see this tight little body.” The man was trying to unbutton her jeans but she was wiggling too much. He gripped her face so tight, Jughead was sure he was gonna leave bruises “stop fucking around”

She looked the man dead in the eye and spit right in his face “fuck you.” He couldn’t help the swell of pride in his chest, she wasn’t going down without a fight. The mans face contorted into something Jughead had never seen before, he was so angry he was physically red

“You dumb..” his hands were around her neck squeezing and jughead thrashed, pushing against the men holding, “Betty! Get the hell off of her!” He was crying now he could see her choking.

It was all over before it began, the sound of police cars blared through the windows and he was released, watching Betty slip to the ground he breathed a sigh of relief, the gang tried to run but as soon as they made it to the door, pops was there, rifle in his hands and cellphone held up. The cops rammed through the door taking down each and everyone of the monsters. He looked up to see a flash of black and red fly past him.

“Betty! Somebody help! Please” Veronica was crying, thick streaks of black mascara running down her face and Cheryl was on her cellphone with who he presumed was a lawyer based on her declaration of “you’ll be representing Betty Cooper and I want you hereNOW!”

He looked up and saw Archie, holding his arm and helping a shaking Kevin up.

Suddenly snapping out of his daze he got up running to where Betty was laying. Shoving both Cheryl and Veronica out of the way he dropped to his knees. Betty’s eyes were open, tears streaming out, her eye completely swollen and the harsh red fingerprints sticking out on her smooth skin, she had her fingers on her throat,

“I can’t Breathe” she choked out her voice raspy and weak.

Jughead was crying now, she should never look this, ever. but here she was , broken and hurt. And he couldn’t stop it, he didn’t do anything to help her, he couldn’t.

She was reaching for him

“My side juggie, its…I can’t..” his hands instantly went to the lift her t shirt, her ribs were bruised beyond belief and that brought on a fresh round of tears. Suddenly she was being ushered away by a group of emts a man gently lifting her onto a stretcher. Veronica looked at Jughead, “I’m gonna go to the hospital with her okay, you stay here and answer the questions they have, but if I don’t see you by Betty’s side in an hour, I’ll lose it.”

Archie gripped his shoulder
“This was not your fault man, they were going to kill Dilton, Betty did what she does best, help people. you couldn’t have stopped it. You know that”

Shaking his head he went over to the officer to describe the attack, apparently these men have been on a rampage, they had put six students in critical care, ones still fighting for his life. They were going away for a long time.

And Betty did that.

She stuck up to those monsters and she got them put away. But how could he face her? He looked her in the eyes as they beat her. He couldn’t do anything, just watch. The voice of Kevin Keller broke him out of his thoughts.

“She needs you, I know you’re blaming yourself but Betty would kill you if she knew you were doing that, you jumped in, you put yourself at risk for her, she knows that, she’s probably feeling just as guilty as you are, so go to her. Now. before she overthinks herself into a coma.” Sheriff Keller came and quickly took his son away. He was a good dad.

Shit, Betty’s parents were away on a week long cruise for a journalism retreat. Betty literally was on her own.

Hopping into Archie’s car, he smiled weakly at his best friend, he was waiting for him, he knew he would come to his senses, turning the key Archie turned to Jughead , a huge smile on his face
“Alright jug, lets go get you your girl.”

He rolled his eyes. Alright then, let’s go get the girl.

***

Pulling into the hospital parking lot, Jughead ran out of the car, sliding into the waiting room, “Betty Cooper” he yelled to the general public
“I need to see Betty cooper.” Suddenly a nurse in light blue scrubs approached him “Betty Cooper is in recovery, from her chart I can see she’s fine , no internal bleeding. Just some fractured ribs and a whole lot of bruising. Unfortunately only family can see her right now, ms.lodge is the exception.”

Jughead shook his head
“No. no I have to see her, her family is all away, I’m what she has right now. I’m … I’m her boyfriend.”

The nurse looked at the panicked boy and felt herself smile, he clearly cared about the beautiful blonde. She could bend the rules just once.
“First door on your right.”

He started to run before turning back quickly “Thankyou, Thankyou so much”

Standing outside the door, he took a deep breathe, okay he was ready. Slamming open the door he felt like all the wind had been knocked out of him.
She looked so small in the huge white hospital bed, tubes sticking out of her arms, the purple Bruises marring her perfect face. He wanted to cry, but he wouldn’t she needed him to be strong.

“Well I’m going to get pudding, vanilla or chocolate b?” Veronica said gathering her wallet.

Betty’s eyes never left jugheads “chocolate” she smiled, she knew that was his favorite.

Eyeing Jughead with cautious eyes, Veronica walked out the door. As soon as the handles clicked shut he was by her side

“I’m sorry” they both said at the same time.

It was almost comical how similar their faces were in that moment.

“For what” they both said again almost synchronized.

Jughead finally took her hand cautious of the tubes “I let them do this to you, I couldn’t get away I tried so hard, I watched everything they did, everything they tried to do. I couldn’t even protect you.” She shook her head quickly,

“This is my fault I should have left it alone, I saw how they were acting, but.. they were gonna kill him. He’s so small, he couldn’t take much more” she choked out through watery eyes “and then you jumped in and they hit you. That’s my fault” her fingers went to touch his bloody lip. But he grabbed her hand pressing it into his chest, right over his heart.
“I would go through this a hundred times over to spare even one of those bruises on your face.”

She sniffled, smiling at him

“Were quite the pair aren’t we?”

He laughed softly, rubbing the soft skin of her cheek, careful of any bruises.

“I’m not letting you out of my sight now, I hope you know that.” Betty nodded
“I don’t wanna be anywhere but with you.” She whispered
“Good, because I’m not going anywhere.” He dropped his forehead to hers and closed his eyes.

Imagine Chris falling in-love with you all over again.

A/N: Epilogue! This is best if you listen to Ed Sheeran’s song ‘Perfect’ first 'cause I was inspired by that. Anyway, we’ve finally arrived at the end of the series. (I don’t know if I’ll write more, but this seems like a good place to end.) I’m so excited to go on holiday, but I’m terribly sad to leave you guys. Fear not, I might just whip out my keyboard at the airport if some inspiration strikes me. I love you all so much! 😘 You can read the previous parts here: ('Charlotte Rose’ - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5A/5B) and ('Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts’; 'Baby Fever’; 'Memory Lane’; and 'Little Ones’ - Masterlist) Enjoy and I’ll see y'all soon. X

Chris was right about the movie, 'Charlotte Rose’, taking home Oscars. It took home so many Oscars that it nearly cleaned out the categories; it won “Best Original Score’, 'Best Actress’, 'Best Sound Editing’, 'Best Original Screenplay’, 'Best Director’, and 'Best Picture’. You and Chris spent the night in Los Angeles celebrating like there was no tomorrow, earning praises all round for the work the two of you did as a couple. Articles flew and circulated the web: "Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N takes home six Oscars, it just goes to show that they’re as good as co-workers as they are a couple!”, “Power couple, Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N, dominates The Academy Awards!”, “Production companies will be fighting to work with Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N after they return from their hiatus.”

The movie was filmed and produced two years after your daughter was born, as you both wanted some time to care for your preemie baby. It was incredibly well-received around the world, so much so that you and Chris ended up doing press despite being the faces behind the scenes. As it turned out, the press and the fans were more interested in the work the two of you did rather than the actors and actresses you hired. You were lucky, however, to have both of your children be at the age where they could travel with you while you toured the world. It was a pretty great three months out of Boston, but eventually it was time to go home.

It was nice to be back in your home after months of staying in hotels, you could tell your kids were excited to get home too. Even now, as you spent a lazy Sunday in Boston with your family watching Disney movies, it was different to how you’d spend a lazy Sunday in Los Angeles watching Disney movies with your family, despite having a second house there. Boston was home now, the place Chris had bought before he met you- the place that you’d both turned into a home after getting married- was home now.

As Chris dried and put away the dishes, you were snuggled up with your kids on the couch. He looked over and smiled; there wasn’t a sight more pure that he could bestow upon himself. You looked up and smiled when you saw him smiling at the three of you, you beckoned him over with your head. He chuckled and left the job unfinished because you didn’t need to ask twice; that was an offer he couldn’t refuse.

“Daddy!” Charlie pulled away from you and held out her arms when she saw her dad walking over; Chris smiled and scooped her into his arms. You chuckled and shuffled, pulling Jack closer to you as you made a spot for your husband. The girl was definitely his girl, whereas the boy was yours. “You smell nice,” she giggled when she buried her face into the crook of his neck.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he chuckled, rubbing her back. It was clear she was getting tired, it wouldn’t be long until she fell asleep in his arms. Jack was halfway there too, fighting his heavy eyelids as he rested in your comforting arms. “You smell lovely too,” he told her as he pressed a kiss into her soft locks.

“Mama,” Jack whispered and you looked down at him. “I know we had pancakes for breakfast today,” he yawned and you chuckled, “but can we have pancakes for breakfast tomorrow too?” You nodded and kissed the top of his head as Chris wrapped an arm around you; you leaned into him and smiled when you felt him kiss your head.

“Think you can meet me in the backyard after I put the kids to bed?” Chris whispered into your ear and you turned to him with narrowed eyes. “Yes?” He mouthed and nodded his head, prompting a nod from you. “Awesome,” he smiled then turned his attention back on Charlie. “Sweetheart,” he spoke gently, “do you want me to put you to bed?”

“Mm hm,” she nodded her little head, rubbing her eyes.

“Alright,” Chris smiled and rose to his feet, lifting her with him. “Jack, you ready for bed too, bud?” Jack nodded; he kissed your cheek then pulled away from you, taking the hand his dad was holding out. “C'mon, Dodge.” He called and Dodger followed. “Backyard, fifteen minutes tops.” He mouthed over his shoulder as he took the kids upstairs to tuck them in for the night.

You, on the other hand, decided to spend the next fifteen minutes cleaning up the mess from your cozy movie marathon while waiting for Chris to return. It took him ten minutes which meant your kids were really worn out, otherwise it would’ve been at least half an hour. When he returned, you were finishing the dish job he’d left unfinished. He leaned against the fridge, smiling at you with a smile that drew laughter.

“What?” You smacked him with the dish rag.

“Nothing,” he shook his head, smiling. “I’m just admiring how beautiful you look.”

“Beautiful?” You chuckled softly as he took your hand, leading you towards the backyard; he’d prepared a special something for the both of you, some down time as a couple after spending the whole day as parents. “I’m a mess.”

“Darling, you look perfect tonight,” he whispered underneath his breath, but you heard it. You smiled and leaned in, tenderly giving his jawline a sweet kiss. “I figured we could go on that date we talked about in the hospital. I know we’re not old and gray yet, but-” he paused to push the curtains apart, opening the sliding doors. “This is as good a night as any to catch up on some alone time.”

“Chris,” you smiled as you took in the sight in front of you.

Your husband had laid out a blanket on the grass with candles and rose petals surround it. His iPod was plugged into a docking station and the song, 'Make You Feel My Love’ by Adele- the song that was playing at your wedding when you had your first dance- was playing. You turned to him and mirrored his dorky grin, shaking your head in disbelief. He leaned forward and your eyes closed as he pressed his lips against your forehead. After ten years of being with him, you still couldn’t believe how lucky you were.

“Shall we?” He held out a hand and you took it, letting him lead you into a barefoot waltz on the soft grass. “You know what, Y/N?” He whispered after a while. “I’d do anything to have this moment last forever. Just being here with you, dancing in the dark with you- it’s unadulterated bliss.” He pulled back to look you in the eyes, “you’ve given me unadulterated bliss. That’s something I never thought I’d achieve, but here I am with the perfect wife, the perfect kids. I have the perfect life,” his eyes glistened as he smiled, “because of you.”

“None of this would have happened if you didn’t find me first, Chris,” you smiled, feeling your own eyes well. “You are the reason we have all of this, you are the one who has given me unadulterated bliss. Without you, I wouldn’t be here. Without you, we wouldn’t have Jack and Charlie. Without you, my life wouldn’t mean as much as it does today. You are the love of my life- the light that dims all the dark. I have the perfect life because of you, Chris, not the other way around,” you told him.

“Let’s just agree to disagree,” he chuckled and dipped his head, kissing you.

Adele’s 'Make You Feel My Love’ faded out and Ed Sheeran’s 'Perfect started playing. You both chuckled as you broke the kiss; the memory of how you told him the song was the perfect depiction of your entire life together came flooding back.

I found a love for me 

Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead

“We really just leapt into this relationship, didn’t we?” You chuckled when you thought back to how you met and how quickly things progressed after the first meeting. “It was like the universe suddenly decided it was time for us to stop fooling around with other people, just threw us into the deep end and left us to save each other.”

Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet 

Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me

“Aren’t you glad though?” Chris smiled when you nodded. “If I could just go back in time and just- grab Chris and shove him in your direction. Just have him find you years and years earlier, I would. I would just slap some sense into him, tell him to go find you instead of wasting his time with girls who clearly aren’t right for him.”

“I’d do the same with Y/N,” you nodded. “I’d drag her across oceans if it meant I could spend more time with you. Not that I needed to, considering we grew up hours away from each other.” You both chuckled. “God, what were we thinking? How could we have just missed each other? I mean- the life we could’ve had, the pain we could’ve avoided.”

“I guess we didn’t know we had someone so perfect waiting for us.”

'Cause we were just kids when we fell in love 

Not knowing what it was 

I will not give you up this time 

But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own 

And in your eyes you’re holding mine

“The first time I saw you, Y/N,” Chris chuckled softly. “I thought my heart was going to jump out of my throat. I was so nervous that I let the opportunity to speak to you- the love of my life- escape. If you didn’t drop that coaster- if Kevin wasn’t your father’s friend, I’d never would’ve met you and it would’ve eaten me up alive.”

“And I feel like a complete idiot ignoring my vicinity,” you laughed. “If I had just stopped obsessing with my writing for a second, take my eyes off my damn Gummi Bears- I would’ve noticed Captain America across the room and gone up to you.”

“Yeah,” he nodded, smiling. “But I’m really glad you didn’t though, that was part of your charm. Your passion was what captured me, your insanity-” he chuckled when you playfully slapped his arm. “You were like a breath of fresh air after years under water.”

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark with you between my arms 

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song 

When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath 

But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight

“And you still are,” Chris told you, tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear. “Every time I see you, it’s like I’m being saved all over again.” You felt your heart ache at his sincerity. “No matter how bad my day gets, there won’t be something you can’t do to make me feel better.”

“Chris,” you pulled your hand out of his for a brief second, brushing the tear that had escaped. “Stop,” you chuckled softly as he did, kissing your forehead. “You’re making me cry and I don’t want to cry during such a beautiful moment. Ed Sheeran’s really not helping,” you referred to the song and he laughed.

Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know 

She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I’ll share her home 

I found a love, to carry more than just my secrets 

To carry love, to carry children of our own

“This could be our anthem, you know that right?” Chris chuckled at how perfect the song 'Perfect’ was; it practically described your whole relationship in four minutes and twenty-three seconds. “If he’d just come out with this song a few years earlier, I’d have it playing at our wedding. It would definitely draw tears, I mean- just listening to it now, it’s making my heart ache.”

“Aw,” you chuckled. “I know, right? The best part of listening to it now though, it’s actually true. We’ve accomplished our dream of working together, you’ve accomplished yours of winning that Oscar you so thoroughly deserve.” He smiled when you brushed his cheek with the back of your hand. “We’re married, we’ve got a house, we’ve got our kids. Our life is complete, Chris,” you smiled and he mirrored it. “Don’t get me wrong, we’ve got lots more to do but- I’m pretty satisfied with what we have now.”

We are still kids, but we’re so in love 

Fighting against all odds 

I know we’ll be alright this time

“Yeah,” Chris nodded, smiling. “I’m with you there.”

Darling, just hold my hand 

Be my girl, I’ll be your man 

I see my future in your eyes

“I have you as my present and my future,” you smiled. “That’s more than good enough for me, more than I can ask for in this lifetime.” He pulled you closer to him and you rested your head against his chest, gently swaying in the dark and listening to the song as you reflected on your ten years together.

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms 

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song 

When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful 

I don’t deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms 

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song

Chris pulled back and you looked up to meet his gaze, he smiled and you smiled back. “I am so utterly, irretrievably, and irrevocably in-love with you.” You pulled your hand out of his and wrapped both arms around his neck, taking a step closer as if you could getting any closer to him.

I have faith in what I see 

Now I know I have met an angel in person 

And she looks perfect, I don’t deserve this 

You look perfect tonight

“I love you, Chris Evans,” you whispered; your lips inches away from his.

“I love you too, Y/N Y/L/N.” His breath warm against your face. “Well,” he chuckled softly, “I should really say Evans, shouldn’t I?” You bit back your smile; you’d kept your last name for professional reasons. “It’s not like you’re going anywhere romantically, or professionally, now that we’ve proven we make such a great team.”

“I wasn’t going anywhere before that anyway,” you chuckled.

“Yeah,” he smiled and started to lean in, “I definitely don’t deserve this.”

“Neither do I,” you smiled and pressed your lips against his.

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There are so many ambiguous lines in The Force Awakens, that it makes my head spin. So many scenes that have hidden meanings, or purposefully flow into another scene that makes you on a subconscious level see the parallels. Combine those scenes with the novelization, and each time I watch it I see/hear something I hadn’t noticed before. A few lines that stand out to me:

1) ‘We’re Not Done Yet’. - Star Killer Base is exploding all around them, he just killed his father, he has a MAJOR wound to his side from Chewie’s bowcaster that could make him bleed out, yet Kylo does what? He trudges out into the snow to find the 'traitor’ and Rey. All bets are off here. What did he have to gain/prove by killing/capturing them? What did he think he would do, anyway? Try to probe Rey’s mind again for the map? Kill Finn for disowning the First Order? Yeah, that was such a high priority at the moment, while his life was literally ending before our eyes. Maybe his anger drove him, or his helplessness at his actions with Han. Maybe he was afraid to come to Snoke empty handed, yet I can’t see how that one holds water. He just killed his father, for God’s sake. He did the ultimate act of proof for that monster that he was obedient. He could have left well enough alone, and lived to fight another day. For all Kylo knew, Finn and Rey might have died on the imploding planet. Problem solved for him. But nope. He went after them, with one intent as far as I can see: He wanted Rey. Dealing with Finn was a distraction. But his words to her, 'We’re not done yet’, were directed to her alone and because even though he might not have known who she was yet (It is you- the novel) he had a good idea from the interrogation and her escape that she was someone important to his future. He was jealous (that she was with Finn) he was angry (that she witnessed what should have been his 'finest’ hour - killing Han, yet he was at his weakest) and he was lost (that he did this unspeakable act that was supposed to make him stronger, only to feel even more guilty, alone, confused, and pulled towards the light). There was NO way he was letting her go without a fight. And I don’t even think he meant to harm her at all. She pulled the blaster on him first, prompting him to save his skin by sending her flying into the tree, and she attacked with Luke’s saber first, prompting him to engage her in a duel. Rey drew first blood.

2) 'The Girl I’ve Heard So Much About’. - Okay. From whom? Unless it was offscreen, in which case they should have included it in the finished cut, because how the hell did he hear so much about 'The Girl’ when the only person who he spoke to about it was Mitaka. Did Mitaka have a dosier on Rey? Did he question everyone at Niima Outpost and learn all about Rey and her non-existent flying skills? Because all he said to Ren were those seven words. All he said was 'The two were accompanied by a girl.’ You’d think that because this 'girl’ was going to play such an important role in Kylo’s life going forward, that we would have been privy to what he’d 'heard’ about her. We don’t see Kylo investigating her, or gathering intel on her after Mitaka tells him this. I can understand his attention when the Stormtrooper said in the Forest that the droid was spotted with the girl, and why he fled to find the one who helped the droid and FN-2187 escape. But his weird line to her, 'The Girl I’ve Heard So Much About’, makes ZERO sense to me. Is it purposefully ambiguous? Are we to think he knows more than we think? Was it an error? Even paralyzed Rey looks at him like, 'Huh?’ How could you possibly know me? It’s this reason that I feel he knows ALL about her, in some way. It’s the only possible explanation for the novels line 'It Is You’. Whether he knows of her but never met her (As JJ Abrams said Rey and Kylo never met), or he feels she is the reason for the Force awakening, or if he’d had visions of her like she had of him, he has to have had some inkling of who Rey was. The fact he flipped out on Mitaka and almost choked him is another indicator. So a girl helped them escape. Was it really so surprising that a Good Samaritan on that planet could have helped Finn and BB8 out? Maybe she was a pilot, or a smuggler. Whatever. His reaction was very telling. He’s heard so much about this girl, because he knows this girl in one way, shape, or form.

3) 'Don’t Be Afraid, I Feel It Too.’ - Yeah. This is probably the most ambiguous line of all. As is the probing look Kylo gives Rey before he voices it. It’s clear to me that he is reacting to whatever Rey is thinking in that moment, and whatever it is, it MUST be something about him. And that something must NOT be negative. Because if she’s thinking 'He’s a creature, a monster, etc. I doubt Kylo’s reaction would be 'Don’t be afraid, I feel it too. If she’s thinking 'I hate him, I want to kill him, etc. again, I doubt his reaction would be 'Don’t be afraid, I feel it too.'He doesn’t hate her, nor want her dead. If he did, she would have been mistreated, bloodied, beaten, raped, or killed. He took care of her before, during, and after the interrogation by seeing no harm came to her. The only conclusion to me on not only why Kylo looked at her with such surprise before he said it and the words he used, was because somewhere in Rey’s mind she felt him interesting, attractive, and she was curious about him the same way he was curious about her. Kylo saw/heard this in her thoughts, and it puzzled him. Anti’s say Rey was terrified in this scene, and that she had no interest in her captor, etc. Yet her reaction speaks for itself. When he removed his mask, she did not look terrified. She looked startled and a bit disoriented. She didn’t expect THAT to be what she had thought a creature. And she seemed pretty self conscious and embarrassed at his calling her a scavenger, yet she usually wore that moniker as a badge of honor. Here he is, a handsome, young, high ranking and probably wealthy officer while she is a dirt poor scavenger who hasn’t had proper nutrition or grooming. In that moment, she was like any woman would be when faced with a man she found attractive despite herself: she was embarrassed that she was a nobody. Yet she held her own pretty damn well with NO help. By the end of the scene, she had the upper hand in every way. After her turning the tables on him, using his greatest fear against him, he could have hurt her or worse. He turned tail and fled to his Master for help. He was afraid of Rey, and needed Snoke’s 'guidance’. The only reason the mind probe hurt was because she resisted so firmly. You’d thiink with his temper, he would have injured her. But no, he never touched her. Why? Because he was already interested in her. Already had COMPASSION for her. And whatever it was he saw in her thoughts, HE FELT IT TOO.

4) 'Rey’. - I’ve shown this scene to friends, family, tumblr friends, my doctor, my mailman, my dry cleaner, etc. They all see and hear what I see and hear. After Rey defeats Kylo and he’s lying in he snow, before he sits up and gives her a look that is equal parts awed, smitten, disbelieving, shocked, and helpless…he moans (probably in exhaustion and pain) and says the word 'Rey’. I’ve heard people say he was just moaning gibberish. Or the word Okay (???) Or it was just a sound of discomfort at his defeat. Whatever. Sure, I’m a Reylo Shipper. And the part of me that WANTS a Reylo pairing to come to fruition would gladly make things up to head in that direction. Yet I’ve seen this scene on my ultra HD tv which is 60 inches and has surround sound, on youtube on my laptop, on my I Phone, on the TV’s at Best Buy (you get the picture) And you cannot tell me in that scene Kylo does not say the word Rey in a voice filled with pride and longing and yes…passion. She’s just bested him (wounded or not) after they 'Found the Force together’. Show of hands of people who thought he would orgasm right there on the edge of that cliff as he watched her meditate. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her Light. Since I think he now 'know’s her, I think he is even more drawn to her and wants her even more. He just begged her to let him be her teacher. So he is pretty stoked to see her use that beautiful rage he finds so attractive in her, even if it was against him. I’d hate to sound like he was fueled by lust in this scene, since it’s a family movie and PG-13. But the way I heard him say Rey? I expected him to light up a cigarette while he was down for the count on his fine ass. I think dueling with her REALLY excited him, and I hope to see more of that in TLJ.

So yeah. I waste a lot of time thinking about these kind of things. All I can say in my defense is if The Powers That Be didn’t want fans to obsess about this kind of stuff, then they shouldn’t do such a good job at leaving things so open to interpretation. :D

So this epic essay/rant began as my thoughts on the scene in S10 (Home Again) where Scully calls Mulder “Fox”.  I get it, I really do that Mulder is “Mulder” and Scully is “Scully” for a lot of shippers and that’s sacred to a lot of you.  But for me it really was a gut punch to hear her call him Fox in that moment… because it suggests to me that in their most intimate, emotional moments they are comfortable with using their first names - in fact, not just comfortable, it’s a kind of language they use to communicate intimacy.  Which started in the show, but they’ve clearly developed that closeness further in the 10+ years since we last saw them.   

So yes, when Scully first wanted to use this language in Tooms to convey an intimate, heartfelt moment with Mulder, (she’s about to tell him she wouldn’t put herself on the line for anyone but him) she goes to call him Fox and he can’t allow it - he tells her to call him Mulder… he lies in fact, he says he makes everyone call him Mulder, even his mother - but when we see his mother she never once calls him that.  Not to mention all of his old flames have called him Fox and he doesn’t chastise them.  Even Scully’s mother, Margaret continues to call him Fox even after Scully has corrected her.

Mulder was putting up a barrier in Tooms - he didn’t want to allow Scully to get too close - I mean, the guy has a history of dating female co-workers, when you think about it.  Perhaps he’d decided he didn’t want that to happen again with Scully - she had become very special to him and he didn’t want to lose her to a fling or short-lived romance. 

Perhaps that also goes some way to explain why he took so long to act on his feelings for her, and the one time he lets his guard down and does act on them (Fight the Future) he doesn’t allow himself to revisit the moment with Scully later.  The bee sting lets him off the hook after a moment of weakness where his deeper feelings for Scully surface as a result of the intensity of the moment (and he tries to kiss her).  But once the moment is gone, the barrier is back up.

When Scully herself attempts to revisit the moment in the first episode of S6, (The Beginning) Mulder is actually quite cold towards her; he removes his hand from hers and walks away.  God, the pain of that scene, which was in no small part the result of reuniting with one Diana Fowley. 

Let me side step into talking about Diana for a moment… 

I think Mulder/Fowley relationship was a kind of pre-cursor to Mulder/Scully relationship for him.  Fowley was also a beautiful, intelligent woman that he felt attracted to but the difference here was that he acted on those feelings - he let her in; she calls him Fox from the get go, and still does right up until their last scene together.  But look where that ended up for him - she abandoned him and their work together.  Ultimately she was willing to sacrifice her relationship with him for self interest and I think he was pretty badly hurt by that.  What those interests are, we never find out.  But it clearly wasn’t a good enough reason for Mulder to accept, as in The Sixth Extinction he can hear her thoughts, knows her reasons - even as we don’t - and he doesn’t react to her at all, even as she’s telling him she loves him, he doesn’t move to return her feelings.  He pretends to be out of it, but as she leaves the room, he watches her go - letting us know that he does not trust Diana any longer.

This is backed up rather than contradicted by Amor Fati, where Mulder has his last temptation of Christ moment, where Diana ultimately is a figurehead of deception, manipulation, and stagnation.  She sleepwalks him into ruin and away from his chosen path in exchange for domesticity.  That isn’t Mulder, and no one knows that better than Scully - a woman who is able to love a man like him without making any demands of him, whereas Diana is the opposite.  One of these days I will write a mammoth essay about how incredible Scully is… but I digress…

So how does this figure into how and why Mulder would keep Scully at a distance?  Well we as humans often function on the faulty thinking that history will repeat itself; particularly in interpersonal relationships.  I suspect he fears being hurt for one, but also fears losing Scully if he goes down the same path with her that he did with Diana.  So when Scully reminds him of what he said to her in his hallway right before the bee stung, (The Beginning) he doesn’t respond - the walls are up and he refuses to go back to that place again, and quite cruelly shuts Scully down.

In my shipper heart, and apparently backed up by Chris Carter (although he changes his mind on this all the time, so whatevs) Mulder was attracted to Scully straight off the bat; which is pretty clear in the pilot and early episodes imo - he’s a young man and she’s a beautiful, extremely intelligent young woman who stands her ground with him (that - as we discover over time - is kinda his “type”).  

But pretty quickly he starts to care for her deeply; to feel he can trust her and only her - she’s his human credential, as David Duchovny once poetically put it and that’s even more true in the earlier seasons where Mulder is clearly more bothered by how people view him - with Scully at his side, he stops caring - we stop hearing him reflect on this label of “Spooky” his fellow Agents have given him.  

He was isolated and alone, and she saved him from that - she accepted him.  It’s completely understandable that he’d start to feel very protective of her and their friendship.  So with that in mind, he can’t entertain any thoughts of attraction towards her as that would risk that friendship. So when she tries to call him Fox he’s suddenly quite uncomfortable.  He even seems embarrassed.  Then shocked and I think quite moved, when she tells him she wouldn’t put herself on the line for anyone but him.  But his response?  He plays it off with a flippant comment about iced tea!  He clearly needs to maintain that bit of professional distance to keep their relationship platonic.  Which he often achieves with humour. 

So returning to that moment in S10 (Home Again) to see her call him Fox - it’s a huge deal that he now lets her… they’re at a different level of intimacy now, he’s not trying to keep her at arms length or away from his heart anymore; which is made all the more interesting because they’re no longer together in this scene.

That says to me the breakup wasn’t a mutual decision; it definitely wasn’t what Mulder wanted - it feels like they are communicating loud and clear that it was Scully that ended their romantic relationship and I get the feeling he’s still pretty heartbroken over it.  His slightly bitter remarks in My Struggle where Scully says it’s good for him to get out of “that little house” referring to their home together in IWTB and he responds with “it certainly was good for you.”  Ouch! 

Then his comment in Tad O’Malley’s car where she says they’ve both moved on with their lives now the X files are closed and she says “for better or worse” and he says “for better, for worse..” and Scully is clearly very uncomfortable with what he’s said.  There’s so many freakin’ layers here - the most obvious one being the fact these are wedding vows - what are they hinting at here?  (God I sincerely hope they didn’t get married and divorced - but I wouldn’t put that past CC)  but my interpretation is that Mulder is saying Scully was better for it, but he was worse.  The final bitter comment is when he mentions the fact that Scully had apparently once referred to his pursuit of UFOs as having a “stranglehold on her life”.  Ouch.  Again.

But for me, the most heartbreaking scene revealing the depth of Mulder’s loneliness without Scully was in episode 2 (Founder’s Mutation) There is one scene where we see him sitting in the kitchen of the “little house” they once shared together, alone, looking at a photo of William… Gods… what are you trying to do to me, CC??  His lonely figure sitting at the kitchen table in a family home, with 2 empty seats is just another gut punch.  

Yeah, he’s definitely still hurting over it.   

So just to briefly touch on the first names thing one last time, because I can clearly go off on some epic tangents here; Scully never had any issue with Mulder calling her Dana; it takes her by surprise once (Beyond the Sea) - but every other time he did it, it was again to create intimacy and closeness, it’s not some awful transgression that’s a betrayal of their past relationship - it’s an evolution of it. Thinking here of how hung up people get about Mulder referring to Scully as “Dearest Dana” in an email in Trustno1.

I want to hear her call him Fox again - at least one more time.  Sex scene, anyone?  Ha!  FIGHT ME!

Hellos! Yours truly is back again with another fic list! it’s been about two months since the last one and I think it’s about time for another one haha enjoy! again, here’s my fic rec page 

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Tell me Anything, doll

Summary: Steve comforts the reader during a time where she feels insecure. How emotional things get test their ability to just be friends. 

Word Count: 3527

Authors note: This is my first plus size imagine so PLEASE let me know what you guys think!! I think this came out beautifully, ugh Steve was so perfect for this one !!


You were currently laying in your bed, unable to shake all the bad thoughts coming into your head. The relationship you had with your body was a love hate relationship, you wouldn’t trade your curves for anything but sometimes you couldn’t help but question everything about yourself.

You’d been so deep in thought that you hadn’t heard the knock on your door, it wasn’t until you felt the weight on the bed shift that you looked up. There sat Steve, looking down at you with his beautiful blue eyes, “What’s wrong (y/n), did Bucky prank-”.

When Steve really looked at you, he could tell that something was wrong. It wasn’t normal for that infectious smile of yours to not be present, you didn’t even look happy to see him. Steve knew you too well, he could tell that something was wrong.

He shifted to face you, “Is it the last mission? Tony was only joking around with you-”. You shook your head, but avoided eye contact. Softly you said, “ It’s not the mission..I just..”.

Steve sat there waiting to figure out what was wrong, because all he wanted to do was make it better. His concern grew when he realized you were on the verge of tears, “You can tell me anything doll”.

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New Rules

Word count: 3,452

Warning: smut

Request: Based on ‘New Rules by Dua Lipa’

Another night at the club. Kai has been visiting the same club over and over again, sometimes alone, sometimes with Damon and the rest of the crew, but every night was the same. Coming to the club, drinking until he couldn’t think and then going back home, torturing himself with his own thoughts until he finally managed to fall asleep. Of all the girls that Damon offered Kai to meet them, he rejected almost every single one of them. The ones he agreed to meet, he left alone eventually. He didn’t care about anyone else  because you were the only person he cared about and he let you go, which makes it the biggest mistake in his entire life. He thought he wasn’t worth it and as much as you tried to convince him that he was, he didn’t listen. 

He twirled his fingers around the glass filled with bourbon placed in front of him and his gaze focused on the brown transparent liquid, the light above his head shining down onto his drink.

‘Dude, come and join us! Unless you’re too wasted to do anything right now.’ Damon yelled, trying to overcome the loud music blasting in the club. Kai shook his head and pointed at his glass, smiling for a split second before his face expression went serious again. He was left alone again and for some reason, he looked up and there he saw you, standing with your friends, wearing the dress that he liked the most on you, the one that made you look like his queen and kissed every part of your body perfectly. His face lit up instantly, a big smile illuminating on his face. After two years, his heart still skipped a beat just as the first time he met you. Seeing you had only reminded him what a fool he has been for breaking up with you. To him, you were the most beautiful girl in the world and when you and him were together, he made sure that you knew that. He couldn’t take his eyes off you and has been gathering the courage to approach you, tell you how sorry he was, but when he stood up off the stool, ready to approach you, a guy appeared right beside you, his arm wrapping around your waist and not even a second later, his lips locked with yours. Smile disappeared from Kai’s face, his heart aching from the sight of another man being able to do what he wanted. He ran his fingers furiously through his hair and threw the money on a black bar before he stormed out of the club and back home.

He was sitting in the dark room, curtains closed. The only light in the room was a small lamp, its lightbulb flickering. A glass was resting casually in his hand while his other hand rested under his chin, his thumb brushing his bottom lip. A scene of a different guy having you in his arms felt like torture to him and he couldn’t stop thinking about that or how beautiful you looked everytime you laughed, your dimples becoming more visible or the way you flipped or tucked your hair behind your ear. He drank everything he had in his glass and tapped his fingers on the mahagony table, thinking if it’s the right thing to do, but it didn’t take him too reach out his hand, pick up his laptop as he opened an email and started writing.

3 am

Black heels laying on the bedroom floor, scattered, while the dress was placed neatly on the chair next to your closet. Dimmed light in the bathroom was enough for you, not causing you any headaches, a couple of drinks you had at the club haven’t helped at all either. You wiped your mouth with a towel when you heard a beeping sound on your computer. You peeked from the bathroom, rushing to your laptop as you opened it, new email waiting for you right there. Your eyes went wide as you gasped when you saw who was it from. Malachai Parker. Hesitation took over your body, but somehow, you couldn’t stop yourself from opening it. You swallowed hard and started reading it.

‘Why do you have to be so fucking perfect? I- I saw you tonight. With that guy. I can’t tell you how fucking mad I am. That was supposed to be me, there next to you. I love you and I will always love you. Maybe it’s the alcohol talking, but I love you. It was nice seeing how you became such an independent woman and how after two years, I still have feelings for you. I can’t stop myself from thinking about you and I’ll do anything to get you back.
          - Kai’

Fuck. That was the first thing that popped into your head. You had been thinking about Kai a lot as well. He was your first true love and he was your first in everything. Years you have spent with him were completely magical and it showed you what being in love meant and how can you love someone so much it makes your heart ache. He was your whole world, but for some reason he decided to end it all. You wiped away a single tear that rolled down your cheek, pulling yourself together.

One, don’t pick up the phone
You know he’s only calling 'cause he’s drunk and alone

You jumped at the sound of your phone ringing. The number was familiar and it only made your body shake, but at the same time, you wanted to answer it. You swallowed hard when you figured out who it was and just when you wanted to pick up, your phone stopped ringing but after a few moments, you heard a knock on your front doors. You slowly walked towards the front doors and opened them, only to be faced with your ex lover, looking wasted and with a bottle in his hand.

'Kai? What are you doing here?’ You whispered and hid your body behind the doors, your head the only thing visible to Kai.

'Well, you weren’t answering my calls or my email so I decided to visit you. Can I come in?’ He asked, leaning on the door frame, his breath reeking of alcohol.

Two, don’t let him in
You’ll have to kick him out again

'I don’t think that’s a good idea. I-’

'Please. I- I really need to talk to you. Please, I won’t do anything stupid.’

You hesitated at first, but you had to let him in. It’s not like anything would have happened besides a decent conversation. He plopped himself on the couch, his gaze following your every movement. You sat down next to him and cleared your throat, unsure as to how to start a conversation with him after so long.

'You can’t even look at me, can you?’ His voice cracked as you could hear pain in his voice. He brought the bottle close to his lips, ready to empty it right there. You stopped him and took the bottle from his hands, placing it on the coffee table in front of you. You lifted your head up and locked your eyes with his, earning a small smile from him.

'Of course I can. Why wouldn’t I? No matter how our relationship ended, you are still the only man I have ever loved in my life, but-’

'But not anymore. Got it. Look-’ he cupped your face and came closer, your nose almost touching. You furrowed your brows at his actions, but refused to push him away. Having him so close to your body after a long time felt so calming and so familiar, his hands as warm as you remembered. 'I will never forgive myself for hurting you. I- I was a jerk who couldn’t see farther from his own nose and I hate myself because of it, but you- I need you. You’re mine and I can’t- I can’t just let you go.’ He pressed his forehead on yours and after a few moments, he kissed you deeply, your lips in sync with his just as before. It felt so good to kiss him, his tongue massaging yours so beautifully. It made your heart skip a beat and shivers run down your spine. You were returning the kiss, but not for long as it hit you.

Three, don’t be his friend
You know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning
And if you’re under him, you ain’t getting over him

'Kai.’ You pushed him away, his eyes staring deeply into yours. 'I have a boyfriend. I- I can’t do this, I shouldn’t be doing this!’ You stated and got up as you ran your fingers through your hair, paving around the living room. 'You need to go.’

'Why?’ He asked so innocently, looking like a small child.

'Because- isn’t it obvious? I can’t control myself when I’m around you.’

I keep pushin’ forwards, but he keeps pullin’ me backwards
Now I’m standing back from it, I finally see the pattern
But my love, he doesn’t love me, so I tell myself, I tell myself

'That’s what I wanted to hear.’ He muttered and swiftly got up, alcohol that was running through his body making him trip over his own feet but it didn’t stop him from reaching your body, pushing you against the front door as he placed his knee between your legs, his warm breath washing over your face. You moaned out when you felt his hips pushing forward, locking your body firmly with his, unable to move. Your knees felt like jello and you were dying to kiss him, to feel him again, to memorize every part of his body one more time. He cupped your face with his both hands and smashed his lips with yours, kissing you like his life depended on it. From the moment he kissed you, you knew you wouldn’t be able to resist him but small amount of particles in your body kept pushing you away from him. You pulled away and locked your eyes with his blue ones, showing him a sympathetic look. He sighed deeply and looked down at his feet as he stepped back and shoved his hands into his pockets.

'I understand. Don’t worry, I- I won’t bother you anymore.’ He reached behind you, ready to grab the door knob and let himself out when you grabbed his arm, not wanting him to leave.

'Kai. Please stay with me tonight.’ You whispered, your voice barely audible as if you were scared that he would reject you.

'You don’t have to ask twice.’ A smile flashed on his face, somehow the tension in his shoulders leaving. You intertwined your fingers with his and led him straight to your bedroom and not too far away, you both stepped into the dark room, only moonlight shining through the window and illuminating the dark room. You looked at him and smiled before you laid down under the covers, Kai following you, but before he did, he took his shirt off and his jeans. You swallowed at the sight of seeing him shirtless again, his toned torso completely exposed to your eyes. He climbed onto your bed and covered himself up, his strong arms wrapping around your body and after a long time, you finally felt as if you were home.

'Thanks for staying with me.’ You whispered.

'I’ll always be here if you need me.’ He muttered and kissed your forehead gently as you both drifted off to sleep just like you used to.

One, don’t pick up the phone
You know he’s only calling 'cause he’s drunk and alone
Two, don’t let him in
You’ll have to kick him out again
Three, don’t be his friend
You know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning
And if you’re under him, you ain’t getting over him

6:24 am

Your eyes fluttered open, sun shining through the window as you looked around the room and finally your eyes landed on the one person you have been longing for. You turned around to your side and propped yourself up to get a better look. Kai was facing you, his eyes still closed. He looked so peaceful when he was asleep. He looked so vulnerable and beautiful at the same. You couldn’t stop staring at him and the way a single ray of sunshine shone down on his face. You ran your fingers through his hair softly, remembering how soft his hair felt under your fingertips. You smiled and at that time, your eyes fell down to his lips, admiring how full and pink they looked and you couldn’t stop yourself as you pressed your lips on his. You suddenly felt him returning the kiss as his hands cupped your face and started kissing you deeply and passionately. He pulled away and tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, admiring you.

'You’re just as beautiful as I remember.’ He traced his thumb over your bottom lip, making you close your eyes. His hands found their way to your thighs, lifting you up and placing your right on his crotch, your knees on each side of his body. He caressed your thighs with his hands and stopping on your ass, pushing your hips down even more, earning a quiet moan from you when you felt his lenght underneath you even more. 'I would do anything to make you mine just one more time.’ He trailed off, desperation in his voice. Your started grinding your hips in slow figure eights, Kai’s hands squeezing your waist tightly and pressing you down, following your movements. You didn’t say anything or nod, you only leaned in and kissed his lips passionately, your hips grinding at the same pace, a moan leaving Kai’s body. He reached behind you and tugged at your shirt as he pushed his hands under it, his hands caressing your back before he lifted it up and took your shirt off, throwing it down on the floor.

'I love it when you’re not wearing anything under your shirt.’ He brought his lips closer to your chest and planted dozens of kisses around your breasts before he pinched your nipples, feeling them getting harder under his touch. You threw your head back, your hips grinding on Kai’s crotch faster. 'I can’t wait to be inside you.’ He grabbed your panties and ripped them in two pieces as he traced his fingers through your folds. You moaned out quietly and jolted your hips forward, pushing them against Kai’s hand. You grabbed his hand and roughly pressed his fingers on your clit, circling them around in figure eights. He pushed your hands away, holding them behind your back with his one hand while he kept making circle motions on your clit, picking up his pace gradually. You threw your head back and moaned out loudly, Kai’s lips pressing on your nipple as he started twisting it with his tongue, grazing his teeth against it.

Malachai.’ You moaned out his name as you felt his mouth pulling away from your body and his fingers stopped moving. You swiftly opened your eyes and looked at him, his eyes wide and his breathing turned shallow and fast.

'What?’ You asked befuddledly.

'You know what that does to me.’ He whispered and picked you up with ease and threw you down on the bed. You did know it, but when his full name slipped out, you haven’t thought about it much. Kai always loved when you said his full name during sex. It was a big turn on for him for some reason. He grinded his clothed crotch on your exposed heat, his hard lenght brushing against your clit perfectly.

'Kai, please.’ You begged him, feeling weak and too frustrated. You needed him more than anything, craving for him as your mind went blank, the only thing inside your mind and in front of you was him. He pushed his boxers down his legs, kicking them off on the floor. He pushed your legs further apart, his gaze falling down to your clit. You propped yourself up on your elbows, looking directly at his manhood. You bit your lip at the sight of his hard lenght, just as you remembered. He grabbed his thick shaft with his hand and pumped a couple of times, his pre-cum visible on his tip. He came closer and lifted your hips up, your back now off the bed. He placed his tip between your folds and started circling it around before pressing it on your clit.

'So wet. And all mine.’ He pushed in quickly, filling you up to the hilt. You almost screamed out, his thick shaft streching you out so perfectly. You arched your back and grabbed onto his shoulders, diging your nails into his skin.

'I’ve missed you so much!’ Kai moaned out and placed his head in the crook of your neck, placing a gentle kiss on your collar bone. He slowly withdrew himself and then went back in at the same pace when he first entered you. You could feel his every inch slowly leaving your body and then filling you up again, your walls wrapped tightly around him. His every thrust felt so good but at the same time it felt like torture. His thrusts were rough ad fast, hitting your spot every time as you felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm and Kai knew it when you started clenching around him more frequently as seconds passed.

'Oh fuck!’ You screamed out and felt your body shaking, your orgasm tearing through your body as you grabbed onto the bed sheets tightly, your knuckles turning white. You got down from your high but Kai had no intentions of stopping. He grabbed onto the headboard behind you with both of his hands, thrusting so fast into you that your breath hitched everytime he hit your spot. Suddenly, he pulled out and flipped you over, pressing you harshly down on his hips. You wanted to move but he kept your hips in place with his hands as he started thrusting from underneath you, his length going as deep as possible, your arousal dripping down his shaft and on the bed, his thick shaft sliding easily in and out of you. You bit your lip so hard that it almost started bleeding, trying to suppress your screams but with Kai’s sudden rough thrust, a loud scream escaped your mouth.

'That’s right. Don’t hold back your screams. I love it when you scream my name.’ He groaned out, his hips meeting yours perfectly, an orgasm slowly but so sweetly approaching. You placed your hands on his chest for support and reached down to your clit, rubbing rough circles on your clit as the familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach took over your body one more time. Your limbs went numb and you felt tired, but you knew Kai was far from being done with you. He flipped you over again and climbed on top of you, entering you again swiftly.

'I forgot how good you feel wrapped so nicely around me.’ He whispered in your ear and hooked your leg onto his hip and grabbed the headboard again. 'Fuck.’ Your walls unintentionally clenched around him, triggering his release as he came inside you in a few hot spurts, his grip on the heaboard had gotten so strong that the wood snapped under his grip. He rode out his orgasm and quickly pulled out, his hands lifting you up and placing you on his face, his tongue flickering on your clit, getting your closer and closer to your third orgasm. A small tear rolled down your cheek when you felt yourself coming, your body uncontrollably shaking. You collapsed on the bed, unable to move. Panting was the only sound echoing through the room at that moment, sweat beads visible on your foreheads. Kai looked at you and saw another tear rolling down your cheek.

'Hey.’ He placed a finger on your chin, turning your head to face him. 'Did I hurt you?’ You shook your head and wiped away your tears with the back of your hand.

'You regret this?’ He asked but you shook your head again. You pulled yourself up and locked your lips with his shortly before you wrapped your arms around his body, your head resting on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

'Just stay with me. Don’t go.’ You whispered and closed your eyes, Kai’s fingers gently drawing invisible patterns on your bare back.

I’m here.

Imagine – Taking over the wrestling world with The Shield

Word Count – 1,452

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You got a call from Stephanie McMahon, asking you to come into her office right away. Your heart was pounding, thoughts running through your head nonstop. You told your best friend Sasha that you had to go, that you’d meet up with her after Raw.

You walked into Stephanie’s office, seeing her sit there with tons of papers in her hands looking focused, she looked up at you and smiled widely

“Please y/n, have a seat.” You nodded and gave her a quiet thank you

“Are you nervous?” She asked, watch your hands shake

“A..A little.” You chuckled nervously

“Well don’t be, cause you’re going to be the new womens champion after tonight!” Your eyes got wide, jaw dropping to the floor. You ran up and gave her a big bear hug, thanking her over and over again.

“And that’s not all… you and Charlotte will be the main event!”

This all felt like a dream. It was very, VERY rare for women wrestlers to main event anything. This was the biggest opportunity you’ve had in your whole career. Not only will you be main eventing Raw, you’d be winning the womens championship!

You walked down the hall with excitement, trying so hard not to scream. You were heading to the makeup and hair room when you ran into your best friends, Dean, Seth and Roman. You were best friends on screen and behind the scenes.

“Hey y/n, how’s it shakin?” Dean smiled, giving you a fist bump

“You guys are not going to believe this, 1. I’m going to be crowned the new womens champion! And 2.. ME AND CHARLOTTE ARE THE MAIN EVENT!”

They all gasped with excitement, giving you big hugs and telling you how proud they are.

‘Oh.. oh y/n, we won’t be here to watch it live.” Seth frowned, leaving Dean and Roman confused

“We won’t?” Dean asked

“No guys, remember we have a meeting…” Seth was up to something.

You frowned and nodded your head, heartbreaking knowing your best friends won’t be on the other side waiting to congratulate you.

“We all have our things we need to do, it’s okay.” You fake smiled

“We’re so sorry. We love you girlie, kick some ass out there and I promise we’ll go and celebrate when we come back.” Roman said. They all gave you another hug, then left.

When they got far enough to the point you weren’t in their sight anymore Seth pulled Dean and Roman to the side.

“I thought we had a meeting?” Dean asked

“No! We’re going to surprise her.”

-

“Are you excited to be the champ?” One of the makeup ladies asked as she applied your eyeshadow

“I’m really excited, I just wish my boys were here to celebrate with me. They’ve been with me through it all, it’d only feel right if they celebrated with me also.” Your eyes got watery

“Oh honey don’t cry! You’ll ruin your makeup, just think about celebrating with them after. And besides, maybe their meeting will get canceled and they’ll be able to come. Just try to think of the positives, think about how they title will finally feel in your hands, around your waist.”

You smiled, thinking of how good it’ll feel when your childhood dream finally comes true. You called your parents and friends from home, letting them know to tune into Raw tonight for a surprise…

Your hair was straightened, you had beautiful makeup on and your favorite gear on (whatever you’d like it to be). You were ready to go.

It was almost time. The butterflies in your stomach started to kick in, from nervousness and excitement. As you were walking to the curtain you passed Vince McMahon surprisingly.

“You deserve this, y/n. Congratulations.” He smiled, patting your shoulder lightly, giving you a hug then walking off. Seconds later your music hit, hearing the fans scream in excitement. This is it, this is really happening.

You ran out with a smile on your face, spinning around with your arms out, taking in the excitement. You walked down the ramp, making sure too high five every fan you could. Next Charlotte came out, filling the arena with boos. All you could look at was that title, thinking about how great it’s going to look on your shelf and around your waist.

The match went on for thirty minutes. You could hear the crowd chanting “Let’s go y/n!” *clap clap clap clap clap* throughout the whole match along with “Y/n’s gonna kill you!”. At some point you and Charlotte locked eye to eye as she yelled “You’ll never beat me! Never!” You punched her in the nose, then locked in Chris Jericho’s “Lion Tamer” move, him giving you permission earlier tonight that you could use it, and that it’d make him the happiest if you did.

You had her locked in for about a minute, then she finally tapped. The crowd went WILD! It was so loud you couldn’t hear a thing for a minute, worrying you went deaf until you finally heard JoJo yell into the mic

“And your NEW WOMENS CHAMPION, Y/N!”

Your eyes filled with tears as you sat on your knees in the middle of the ring, covering your face with your hands as you cried tears of joy. Finally finding the feeling in your legs to stand up and hold the belt up high, running up onto the top of the turnbuckle holding YOUR belt. You jumped down, turned around and saw exactly who you wanted to see. Dean, Roman and Seth. All three standing there with tears in their eyes with their belts with them also. Seth and Roman with the tag team titles, Dean with his United States title. They clapped, roman picking you up and putting you on his shoulders as Seth stood on the left, Dean stood to the right and pointed at you while the crowd chanted “You deserve it!”

As you were walking up Seth yelled into the camera “The Shield, and our girl are taking over your world. So get used to it!” then walked off, he was right.

You went back stage and everyone was standing there waiting for you, clapping and giving you tons of hugs, handshakes and high fives.

You were walking through with the guys still by your side when Triple H came up to you, eyes glassy with tears as he held your face and smiled

“I can’t think of anyone who deserves this more than you.”

“Thank you, Hunter. That means the world to me coming from you. You taught me everything I know.”

One of the social media workers grabbed you in for a photo for Instagram, you were getting ready to pose when he stopped you.

“Dean, Seth, Roman? Can you join, please?” They all smiled, running in and getting in position for the pic. You all held up your titles. He took the photo and captioned it

“Taking over the world, one..by..one.”

After that and a few more photos you finally had some time to sit down and let this all soak in. It didn’t really hit till your family called you over FaceTime to congratulate you. You sat and talked with them for a while then you had to go, leaving for the hotel in a few minutes.

After your call the boys came back in, helping you pack your stuff while listening to Pandora. You sat down for a second and they noticed you sniffling, running over to you right away. Dean kneeling in front of you, holding your hands while Seth and Roman sat next to you.

“I’m so glad you guys made it. This moment wouldn’t of been the same if you weren’t here.”

“We’re glad we made it too, honey.” Dean smiled softly

“But, what about the meeting?”

“Um… Well… There wasn’t one. We just wanted to surprise you and make the moment even happier for you. I’m sorry if I made you upset.” Seth frowned, realizing he hurt you.

You pulled him in for a hug, rubbing his back then knocking his shoulder playfully hard. He grabbed it and rubbed it

“Ow! What was that for?”

“For nearly giving me a damn heart attack!” you both laughed, then you hugged him again.

After that you all went back to the hotel. You needed your rest, knowing tomorrow all you’re going to be doing is interview after interview now that you’re the champ, but you didn’t mind. You couldn’t of asked for anything better. Your childhood dream finally came true, and best of all you had your best friends with you through it all.

The X-Files MSR Analysis Series: Season 1 Episode 2 

“Deep Throat”

Previous episode analysis - 1x01 Pilot.

When writing my notes for this episode, I just stopped mid-episode and scrawled on the page: SO MUCH SMILING!  Because seriously, there is so much low key flirting in this episode; literally so much smiling.  The UST is born my friends, the UST is born.

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“Caught”

Tig Trager x Reader

(GIF isn’t mine)

SMUT!
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“Hey, hands off! I promised Gemma I would restock the bar for her,” you chastised Tig who was behind you, pressing his erection into you and trying to pull your dress up while you slapped his hands away. You and he had been messing around for a couple weeks, not really putting a label on it. The lack of title was because neither of you knew what it was either, but you were also not telling anyone about it until you had decided. You knew the SAMCRO family wouldn’t let it rest until they knew what to call it.

“C'mon babe,” he whispered leaning over your back and trailing his hands up your torso to grasp your breasts, pressing his lips against your ear, “I’m so hard right now.”

“Yeah. I noticed.” you said matter-of-factly, standing up, brushing his hands off, and turning around to face him.

He raised his eyebrows at you as he wrapped his arms around your hips, his hands resting on your butt and pulling your pelvis into his own.

“If you didn’t want to turn me on you shouldn’t have worn this man-eating dress up here.” he stated plainly, nipping at your lips and making you smile.

“So it’s the dress?” you quipped, wrapping your arms around his neck as he looked down and away.

“No. You could’ve worn a sweatsuit that was two sizes too big and dirty and I’d still have a boner right now,” he bit his lip and grinned, squeezing your ass, his beautiful blue eyes twinkling.

“Fuck it,” you breathed, pressing your lips into his and slipping your tongue inside his mouth to fight with his own tongue. He played along, biting your tongue and closing his mouth around it, sucking it.
You chuckled and he pulled away from the kiss, trailing your jaw to your ears, then your neck and collarbone, gripping your thighs and leaning down to pick you up.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, tangling your fingers in his curls while he continued peppering your throat and chest with kisses.

“Did you mop this morning” he panted, pulling away from your neck to look you in the eyes.

“Um… Yes?” you answered him confused, but your confusion soon turned to understanding as he wrapped an arm around your back and took you to the floor, laying you down on your back and hiking the dress up to your hips.

He was really trying to fuck you right there.

He ripped your panties down your thighs and settled between your legs again, supporting himself with his arms on either side of you and pressing his pelvis into yours as your gripped his shoulders.

“How about semi-public sex?” he grinned down at you.

You hooked your finger in the front of his button up, pulling him down to your lips and capturing his bottom lip between your teeth, pulling on it, watching his eyes roll back as a low growl radiated through his chest and throat.


He broke away from you, leaning back and undoing his belt and jeans, pulling them and his boxers down just enough to expose his rock hard dick. He wasted no time, reaching down and running his fingers across your center to make sure you were ready for him before sliding into you roughly, forcing a gasp from your mouth which he quickly covered with his own, kissing you as he thrusted into you long and hard over and over again.
He pulled away from your kiss to bury his face in your shoulder and you wrapped your arms around his neck again, stroking the soft dark hair at the back of his head as he grunted into your skin.

“Hey, (Y/N) I was wondering if you–oh my God!”

Your sexual encounter had just been interrupted by someone rounding the bar to talk to you and Tig jumped, stilling himself inside you, covering you and whispering curses while your eyes widened, looking over Tig’s shoulder at the person who barged in on you.

Juice stood there, half covering his eyes, half staring at the two of you on the floor behind the bar. He was extremely shocked at the scene behind the bar, obviously, because nobody had any reason to suspect you and Tig were fucking, yet here you were, tangled together in front of him.

“Juice, can you give us a sec?” you squeaked.

“Y-yeah,” he stammered, turning to walk away before turning back around, “since when did you two…?”

“Juice. Brother. Do you mind? I’m trying to fuck my girl on the bar floor.” Tig growled and Juice turned back around, quickly pacing put of the club house completely and Tig chuckled softly, his head resting against your neck before he lifted his head to look at you, a big smirk on his face.

Tig Trager liked getting caught, that was the best part of public sex to him.

“Your girl?” you questioned, tilting your head to the side and raising an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah I mean. If you wanna be,” he looked at you before bashfully looking away.

“Mmm…” you moaned grinding your hips into him, his member still buried inside you, “finish up Trager, and we’ll go break the news to your boys,“  you winked and he smiled at you, kissing you again as he picked back up where he left off.

Fooled Around and Fell In Love

Summary: The reader is hopelessly involve with Dean, but too scared to do anything about it. She has to deal with Dean bringing home countless girls, and she reaches her breaking point. With the help of Sammy some sense is knocked into Dean. 

Song Pairing: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DyMMEmwFQUE

Word Count: 2342

Author’s note: This is 100% inspired by Guardians Of The Galaxy…but it came out so awesome! Let it be known this is the first fluff I’ve ever written…I know I’m just as shocked. I really love this one guys, I hope you do too!


There was no denying it, you were head over heals for Dean Winchester. You’d been hunting with him and his brother for the past year, and ever since that first hunt you’d fallen for him. There was something about how those green eyes of his light up that just made a thousand butterflies in your stomach take flight.

The one thing you couldn’t get over was seeing him with other girls. You always compared yourself to them, and in your own head came up short. Convincing yourself you weren’t enough for Dean was something you constantly did.

You knew Dean’s type, and you always told yourself you weren’t it. Sure the girls would only stay the night and Dean wouldn’t remember their names, but at least they knew him intimately. You wanted so badly to feel his lips on yours, his hands run down your body, and him whisper little things into your ear.

Dean often consumed your thoughts, and that was happening right now. Sam was snapping his fingers, “Hello earth to (y/n), stop thinking about Dean”. You were pulled from your thoughts, remembering you were sitting across the kitchen table from Sam.

Throwing a napkin at him you rolled your eyes, “Sam shut up before Dean hears you”. As you spoke Dean was dealing with one of his one night stands, and you knew his routine to a t. Dean would explain he wasn’t much of a breakfast guy and would offer to make coffee, which was a flat out lie and he just wanted to politely make his guest leave.

He would sit down and have a cup of coffee with the woman and once they were done remind the girl that he really needed to start his day, lie number two. The girl would get the hint and call a cab, and pretty soon she’d be on her way.

This certain girl had perfect red hair, a toned body, and beautiful face. Taking her in your self hatred started to eat away at your mind. Sam threw the napkin back, “She’s not that pretty you know (y/n), to Dean she’s just another girl”.

Sam of course knew your feelings for his brother and always insisted that Dean would return them. That didn’t give you the confidence you needed to actually make a move, but it did warm your heart how deeply Sam cared.

He would always insist that Dean was just scared because when he loved people, it meant he could lose them. The voice within your head told you it was because Dean didn’t feel the same way. Thus, your current state was created.

You sighed, “Sure Sammy, then why did he have sex with her?”. Your anger bubbled as you watched Dean flirting with the girl. She was reaching for the sugar and Dean came up behind her to also grab a packet, and he pinched her side. She laughed while Dean pressed his body even closer to her.

Picking up on your apparent anger Sam called for Dean, “You know Dean we really should be starting our case”. You found yourself smiling, it was good for Sam to have your back. Dean didn’t want this girl to go yet, “You know Sammy I think we have time for one more cup”.

The anger easily found it’s way back to you, why was he fighting to keep this one. You’d finished what you’d been eating, which meant there was no real reason for you to be subjected to this.

Getting up you put your dish in the sink, unfortunately bringing you closer to the love birds.  While putting your dish down the girl gave you a dirty look, intensifying your anger. The random girl shot daggers at you before pulling Dean in for a kiss.

You didn’t want to give her the satisfaction so you just gave her a glare before returning to your room. While walking to your room you thought about how much better it would’ve felt if you’d just shot the girl. She was acting like a monster so the action would be justified.

After you left Sam was left in the kitchen with his brother and his random one night stand. Sam was just as angry as you were, if not angrier. You were Sam’s best friend and it pained him to see the way Dean played with your heart.

He knew that Dean was too scared to act on his feelings, and he wished he could get you to believe it too. Every time either of them loved a girl, that girl was immediately put in danger. You meant a lot to Dean, which meant you’re be put in even more danger. So Dean pushed down what he felt and tried to fill the void with meaningless girls.

The girl came to sit down where you’d previously sat, across from Sam. She made herself comfortable, which annoyed him. Sam called to Dean again, “You know Dean I think (y/n) had the right idea by going to her room to get ready”.

At the mention of your name the girl rolled her eyes, obviously feeling territorial. Sam heard the girl scoffed under her breath, “…that girl really needs a lot of getting ready”. By this time Dean had joined them at the table, and he also vaguely heard what the girl said.

Dean was annoyed, “What did you say?”. The girl placed down her cup and laughed, “Well the girl that was in here two seconds ago obviously needs a lot of time to get ready..did you see her?”. Suddenly Dean felt incredibly regretful that he’d even kissed this girl, she was a clear waste of time.

Sam smiled seeing the anger bubble up in his brother, maybe he’d finally act on his feelings. Dean’s brows furrowed, “Sorry not everyone can be as quick to get ready as you sweetheart, I guess it’s so easy because you barely wear anything in the first place…easy access huh?”. Sam couldn’t help but laugh, he wished you were in the room to hear Dean’s remark.

The girl got up from the table, “Excuse me?”. Dean didn’t hesitate, “You heard me, you’re the type that has to put others down to feel remotely good about yourself. That girl is beautiful, inside and out which is something you’ll never be”.

The girl flipped both brothers off and then stormed out of the bunker. Neither Sam nor Dean cared how she left, they were just glad she had. Even though she’d left Dean was still fuming, he threw his coffee cup into the sink causing it to smash into pieces. Sam got up, “Woah Dean calm down”.

Dean angrily ran a fist through his hair, “Sammy who do I do this?! Why do I waste my time on meaningless girls when I know I’m in love with (y/n)! Why am I so scared!”. Dean was so confused, his feelings overwhelming him.

Sam got up and calmly spoke, “You’re scared you’ll lose her Dean, and that’s understandable”. Dean’s anger soon turned to pain the more he thought about everything. He sighed, “Why can I wipe out an entire vamp nest but can’t tell her how I feel?”.

Sam laughed, “Because love is a lot more difficult Dean, it’s unpredictable..which makes it scary”. Dean knew that when it came to matters of life or death he could always make the right decision, but with his feelings it was more difficult.

Dean laughed too before getting serious, “How do I fix this Sammy?”. He realized how many times you’d had to deal with him bringing home girls, and he felt awful. Sure, when he was with the girls he couldn’t help but think about you but that wasn’t an excuse.

Sam smiled, “ Go talk to her Dean, or at least try too. She’s probably going crazy with her thoughts, I mean we both know her..”. Dean shook his head finishing his brothers sentence, “She always overthinks….I guess like me”.

With his new found confidence Dean headed towards your room. He wanted to finally set things right, because he couldn’t do this anymore. He couldn’t try to distract himself with meaningless girls because it made him feel emptier. Dean needed to grow a pair, and go for what he wanted you.

In order to distract yourself from how you’d felt you decided to nerd out to one of your favorite movies, Guardians of the Galaxy. It was a feel good movie, and you had to admit Peter Quill made it all a lot more enjoyable.

Peter Quill was a lot like Dean; daddy issues, girl crazy, incredibly sexy, and overall good hearted. The whole thing about Guardians of the Galaxy was the soundtrack, it was all oldies. At one moment in the movie Peter dances with another character to the song, “Fooled Around and Fell in Love”.

Peter let’s his dancing speak for him, and you imagined Dean did the same with his body. Whenever that particular scene came on you dreamed it would be you and Dean. Trying to truly distract yourself you hooked up your speaker to play the song.

You blared the song, hoping it would drown out your feelings. The music was so loud that you didn’t hear the knocking on the door, and Dean call your name. Getting up from your bed you started to sing the lyrics while dancing around.

I must have been through about a million girls

I’d love ‘em then I’d leave ‘em alone

The lyrics just screamed Dean, they were totally him. Dean stood there leaning against your doorframe, watching you. He couldn’t even see your face, but you still looked incredibly beautiful. He found his mind drifting as he watched your hips sway slowly to the beat.

He found himself subconsciously walking towards you, just wanting to be with you. Before he could make it fully towards you, you had turned around. You both stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do next.

It used to be when I’d see a girl that I liked, I’d get out my book and write down her name , Ah, but when the, the grass got a little greener over on the other side, I’d just tear out that page

Without speaking he placed his hands on your hips, and then looked up with concern in his eyes afraid that he’d overstepped. You looked down at where his hands were, butterflies taking flight in your stomach. Dean took this as apprehension, “I’m sorry I-”.

Dean went to pull his hands away but you reached out and held them. You smiled, “Dean I didn’t mind”. There was about a thousand words that came to mind, but they got all jumbled in your head.

Dean seemed like he didn’t know what to say quite yet either. Moving closer to you he put his hands back where they’d been, and you felt so hot under his touch. You both started to move slowly to the beat, his huge hands guiding you.

I fooled around and fell in love,

I fooled around and fell in love, since I met you baby

The lyrics getting to him, Dean realized how badly he needed you. He pulled you closer to his chest, resting one hand on the small of your back. Turning your head to the side you pressed your ear against his heart, listening to his heartbeat.

Closing your eyes you took in his smell; a mixture of whiskey and aftershave. Listening to his heartbeat while swaying to the music you finally started to relax. You smiled to yourself, because Dean’s heartbeat suggested otherwise.

His heart was beating fast, and you wanted to calm him. Dean brought his chin to rest on your head as you moved to the slow beat. For once you felt so safe in his arms, all you concerns melting away.

Free, on my own is the way I used to be,  Ah, but since I met you baby, love’s got a hold on me

It’s got a hold on me now, I can’t let go of you baby

Turning your head back you looked up at him, resting your hands on his chest. Dean looked down at you, his green eyes full of light. You noticed all the freckles on his face, each one like a snowflake.

Dean bit his lip, still contemplating something. You wondered if he was thinking about what you were thinking about. Soon enough you got your answer as he cupped your cheek in one hand, bringing his face towards you.

Dean lightly placed his lips on yours, and you felt months of doubt melt away. His other hand still rested on your back, as his thumb traced little circles. The kiss got hungrier as both of your desires grew.

When the kiss ended you both were left breathless, caught up in the moment. Dean scanned your eyes, “Listen (y/n) there’s no excuse for how I’ve acted…I was scared and I let that control me”. He held you tighter as he spoke.

Dean continued, “I…I love you (y/n) and I’m sorry for treating you how I did because you deserve so much better”. You smiled, happiness radiating throughout your entire body. Looking up at him you answered, “I love you too Dean you’re all-”.

He cut you off by placing his lips on yours again, so completely lost in the moment. When the kiss was over he held you tight again, loving how perfectly your body fit with his. Again you rested your head against his chest, and this time his heart beat was calm.

You both started moving to the beat of the song again, wanting to preserve the moment. Dean rested his chin on your head once again as he wrapped his arms around you. He finally had you, and he never wanted to let you go again.

I fooled around, fell in love
I fell in love, I fell in love, yes I did

Imagine Chris explaining how he found out you were placed on Team Iron Man.

You and Chris sat in the interview room, waiting for the next interviewer to enter. You were still giggling at how immature Chris had been when Sasha, the previous interviewer, mentioned that you were on Team Iron Man. He didn’t really care, of course, it was all part of the act to promote the movie. The whole reason they put you on Team Iron Man was because you were Chris’ wife; that little conflict of interest was creating a buzz with the media and the fans that promoted the movie in ways no one had imagined.

“You look so beautiful today, sweetheart,” Chris complimented.

“Thank you, honey.” You smiled. “You’re looking very dapper yourself.”

The door clicked open and the next interviewer came in, introducing himself as Max. You both shook hands with him then he sat down and the camera started rolling as he began congratulating the both of you on the success of the movie, as well as your second anniversary, and asking his questions. It didn’t take long for him to bring up the fact that you were on Team Iron Man, like you’d said- it was all people were talking about.

“So I’ve heard that Chris is still sore about you being on Team Iron Man,” Max started. You both chuckled when you heard Chris groan. “Does that make things difficult for you guys at home? Is there a Mr. and Mrs. Smith situation going on? Does your husband hold grudges?”

“You have no idea,” you chuckled, glancing at Chris who was trying hard not to laugh because he knew what you were about to say next. “When he found out I was on Team Iron Man, he actually scolded me for-” You started to tell the story but he cut you off before you could finish.

“She’s telling that story way out of context,” Chris held up a finger at you and you chuckled. “You have to know how I found out first to understand why I was upset with her.” He didn’t actually get upset, that was all part of the bid, but they didn’t need to know that. “So- I was having lunch with RDJ and Kevin Feigi when RDJ’s phone rang.” Chris used his hand to make a phone gesture and placed it to his ear, “he picked up, said nothing, then all of a sudden he looks to me with his eyes lit up and fist pumped.” He acted it out as he explained. “Of course, Kevin already knew so he was sitting there laughing softly to himself whereas I’m just completely clueless, wondering what they were both smirking about.”

“When did Robert tell you the news?”

“Immediately after his little cheer and fist pump,” Chris chuckled. “And he didn’t just tell me the news, he freakin’ rubbed it in my face. He was all like- ‘haha, Y/N is on Team Iron Man’, ‘your wife is on Team Iron Man’, 'what are you going to do, man?’ Etcetera, etcetera.”

“He was not happy with me when he got home,” you giggled. “He walked in and slammed the door behind him, tossing a Captain America shirt at me. I think he said, 'it’s Captain America or nothing.’ I was laughing so hard I couldn’t stop to remind him that it wasn’t my choice, it was Marvel’s.”

“You know what the worst part of it was?” Chris added, “the entire time we were filming Civil War, she like- ditched me every time RDJ came along because she was on his team. I think one lunch, she told me she couldn’t make it because she was going over to his trailer city.”

“Like you’d pass up an invitation to his trailer for lunch,” you countered, laughing. “He has ditched me before too,” you defended your actions and Max laughed. “Literally, when it comes to going to lunch at RDJ’s- there is no friends or family clause, it’s just- every man for himself.”

“That’s true,” Chris nodded, laughing. “Mackie was so mad when Sebastian got invited and he didn’t, that was like-” he choked on his laughter, grabbing his left breast. “The best day ever 'cause I remember Mackie coming over to me complaining but I was going too.”

“Getting an invitation from RDJ is honestly the best thing ever, he has amazing food on his trailer. I think that’s the best part about being on Team Iron Man though, 'cause we’re always in scenes together and he always has food on him.” You told Max and heard Chris groan. “But then again,” you placed your hand on Chris’ knee and squeezed it gently, “it’s also great to be married to Captain America because he helps me work all that food off.”

“That’s all I’m good for, huh?” Chris teased, taking your hand in his.

“Well, you’re good for other things too but they’re filming this interview,” you responded with a smirk and Chris and Max laughed. “I can just see that becoming a gif and trending on Tumblr,” you giggled as you turned to the camera. “Can we cut that out, please?”

“That’s not going to happen,” Max chuckled with a shake of his head. “This interview is gold.”

“Yeah, and now it’s on the record that I’m good for other things too.” Chris winked and you laughed.

☆ porn au 2 ☆: josh’s first time with (slightly more) established star, tyler 

very explicit: daddy kink, dirty talk, cum eating, facial, bottom ty + top josh, ass to mouth, slightly rough sex and power-play (nothing too crazy i don’t think)

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after a week of getting off to his videos, josh was more than ready for his big debut with tyler. little did he know, the feeling was mutual. tyler watched josh’s first video as well while cumming the hardest he had in a while. the sounds josh made and the way he moved his hips was easily the biggest turn on. the director suggested they didn’t meet until the day of, because he wanted to capture any possible chemistry as it blossomed naturally. people really got a kick out of seeing couples in porn go from being coy around each other to full on fucking each other’s brains out. worst case scenario, they don’t have chemistry, or even hate each other’s guts. but that is why they’re paid actors. 

the camera crew set up while tyler and josh were getting ready in their separate dressing rooms. josh paced around, walking off the nerves. he looked in the mirror, compulsively checking his teeth and straightening up his hair before just slapping a beanie on. he was both excited and nervous to not just meet tyler, but to touch him, taste him, fuck him, and make him his own basically. tyler’s adrenaline was pumping, which wasn’t unusual. josh wouldn’t just be a sexy motherfucker on screen, moaning and getting off by himself. tyler would be the reason josh was so hard and grunting with pleasure. 

when it came time, the director called josh and tyler out to meet and do the interview. he was hoping to do it all in one take, so he told them both to be prepared to go straight to the scene. he clarified that the interview itself would lend to a sex scene and to just let it flow naturally. tyler opened himself up in the dressing room, stuffing his ass with a decent sized plug because josh seemed pretty thick. josh palmed himself through his pants just to get the blood flowing in the right place. both guys could not prepare for how intense their first encounter would be. 

josh noticed tyler wince and whimper softly when he sat down, causing his own cock to twitch. tyler wiggled around in his spot to find a comfortable position where the plug wouldn’t be prodding directly at his prostate. there’s no way he’d be able to concentrate or answer questions like that. it was hard enough sitting next to the sexiest man alive, who was moments away from replacing that plug with something better. josh suspected something was up from tyler’s bulge and the way he was moving around. it was apparent in his fidgety body language that it was more than just anticipation. 

“i can clearly see you boys can’t wait to get your hands on each other, so i’ll try to make this quick…” the director started, and josh nodded politely. 

“okay” tyler answered quickly, a bit less shy about what he needed. josh glanced at tyler, even more turned on by how ready he was. 

“mm fuck” josh muttered low enough he thought no one could hear it, but tyler did and shot him a sexy grin. josh noticed how his tongue darted across his lips in the most suggestive way. 

“i’m tyler” tyler said, holding his hand out. josh took his hand while telling him his name, but noticed tyler’s eyes cast down to his bulge and widen. he couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face and tyler looked away, blushing. 

“so you are both familiar with each other’s work, right?” director asked.

“well uh…” tyler began, pausing before looking at josh and then back down. 

“it’s okay” director reaffirmed. tyler smiled, still looking down at something apparently very fascinating on his shoe. 

“yes, i watched josh’s first video. i came to it while riding my toy in my own bed…” tyler admitted sheepishly, glancing at josh for approval. 

“wish i could’ve been there” josh said, and tyler shivered at the husky tone already apparent in his voice. 

“really?” he asked, and josh gave him a look like he couldn’t believe it. 

“hell yes, are you kidding me?” josh asked, staring at him dead on. they unconsciously moved closer, and the director had to call their attention back to the questions. 

“can you tell us a little more about that, tyler? feel free to demonstrate on josh how you rode that cock. with your hand, of course” director instructed. tyler grinned, and josh’s eyes shot open wide. 

“okay, um…so should i just…” tyler mumbled awkwardly, running his hand down josh’s stomach to his zipper while looking into josh’s eyes. josh relaxed, leaning back against the chair and leaving his arms out of the way to allow for tyler’s touches. 

“your necklaces are pretty” tyler said, and josh smiled at the polite compliment as tyler was literally pulling his dick out. 

“ahhh mmm thank you” josh replied, and tyler giggled while holding josh’s cock in his hand. 

“not as pretty as this” he said before braving a chaste kiss to josh’s neck. 

“first i lubed up…should i continue?” tyler asked. josh whimpered impatiently. 

“however you see fit, he’s all yours from here” director answered.

with that, tyler gathered enough spit and let it slowly drop onto the head of josh’s cock, swirling it around the head with his fingers. josh gasped, eyes rolling back and hips tilting up at the sensation, seeking more. tyler’s fingers were so delicate, stroking down his shaft before taking on a firmer grip. he turned his attention towards josh, ignoring the crew and director. 

“did you get off to my videos too, josh? i hope you thought of me while you were cumming” tyler said while pumping josh’s cock in a steady rhythm. josh nodded his head, gasping and mouth agape. 

“i did, you are all i could think about since i saw your videos” josh confessed. tyler stared into his eyes, full of lust as he continued pumping his cock. 

“good. i love all those sexy noises you made too. i want you to moan for me, and i want this inside me” tyler rasped, speeding up his pumps and listening to the beautiful sounds spill from josh’s lips.

“ohhhh fuck yes, tyler baby” josh moaned, pulling on tyler’s pullover. tyler momentarily let go of his cock to take it off as well as the shirt underneath. josh shrugged off his hoodie and pulled his shirt over his head, which pulled off his beanie with it. tyler straddled josh’s lap, tangling his fingers in his messy hair while finally getting a taste of those pretty pink lips he craved so much. one hand fell back to josh’s cock, stroking it while sloppily kissing him. he made lots of slurping sounds that went straight to josh’s dick. before long, the smaller boy was grinding his hard dick on josh’s thigh. josh slid his hands down tyler’s back, gripping his ass and standing up. tyler wrapped his arms and legs around him, allowing himself to be carried. 

“oh my god, josh” tyler gasped, impressed by how strong josh was. he easily carried tyler over to the couch and gently laid him on his back. 

“need to be closer to you” josh said, shoving his pants and briefs all the way off. tyler lifted his hips, allowing josh to yank down his own and found himself blushing under josh’s intense gaze.

“so gorgeous” josh cooed while crawling between tyler’s thighs. he rested on top of him, flesh to flesh, and wrapped his hand around both of their cocks so he could rock his hips back and forth. he continued where the kiss left off, making sure to trace every millimeter of tyler’s mouth with his tongue. tyler roughly grabbed a handful of josh’s hair while clawing at his shoulder, foot sliding up josh’s thigh to his ass.  

“f-fuck meee, josh” tyler panted. their cocks were oozing so much pre-cum and sliding together effortlessly in josh’s hand. 

“wanna drive you crazy first, baby. i knew that plug was in you all along. you must be ready to burst for me” josh muttered breathlessly in tyler’s ear. he reached between tyler’s thighs to press on the base of the plug and tyler squealed. more pre-cum came bubbling out as it put pressure on his prostate. 

“yes josh, please, i n-need you to…” tyler whined, thrusting his hips up harshly. josh grabbed both of tyler’s wrists, pinning them above his head with one hand while gripping his throat with the other. tyler tested whether he could get free, but josh was much stronger. 

“i know you need it baby, but you look so hot like this. begging for me like such a little slut” josh growled, gazing down at tyler’s helpless form. 

“suck your fingers for me” josh ordered, letting go of tyler’s throat and wrists. josh watched as tyler brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking two of them while gazing up into josh’s eyes. 

“like this, daddy?” tyler mumbled around his fingers. 

“god, that does things to me that you have no idea” josh groaned, palming his erection. he bent down to examine tyler, shoving his legs back. he kissed, licked and nipped around his sensitive area until he was trembling and trying to force josh’s head closer. 

“tell me what you want, baby” josh encouraged, smiling at tyler’s broken form. 

“lick me, josh. eat me out and fuck me” tyler begged in a voice several octaves higher, bringing his other hand down to pleasure himself. 

“such a naughty boy” josh praised, pushing his legs back further. he bit the end of the plug, pulling it out with his teeth before lapping at tyler’s stretched hole. it puckered as josh pointed his tongue and darted it in and out quickly. he coated it with saliva, swirling it around with his finger to get him nice and wet before sliding in three fingers, one at a time. he found his prostate, massaging it in slow circles while watching tyler jerk off. 

“so good, unnfff” tyler moaned, running a hand over his chest and pinching a nipple. josh gave each of tyler’s balls a good suck before licking up his length, fingers never leaving tyler’s ass. he sucked the head into his mouth and tyler actually yelped. he moaned loud as he felt the back of josh’s throat, and even louder when josh started pumping his fingers inside him.

“j-josh, i’m gonna cum” tyler warned, tears building in his eyes from pleasure. josh pulled off his cock with a pop, licking his swollen lips and making his way back up to tyler, kissing him. he purred softly as he tasted himself in josh’s mouth and felt the head of josh’s cock nuzzling between his cheeks. josh thrust all the way inside him, pelvis to ass and both let out guttural moan. when josh gave him a helping hand, it didn’t take long at all for tyler to feel the warmth spread throughout his stomach and intensify before expelling from his cock. 

“didn’t say you could cum yet, baby boy” josh growled, slowing his thrusts and grabbing a fistful of tyler’s hair. 

“’m so sorry, daddy, don’t hurt me” tyler groaned, allowing josh to rough him up. he pulled tyler’s head back to leave love bites across his neck and collarbone. he kissed down his chest and stomach, lapping up most of his cum. 

“won’t hurt you this time, because it was so fucking hot. but i need you to do me a favor” josh said.

“anything for you, daddy” tyler slurred, still high from his post-orgasm haze. 

“i need to feel those beautiful lips on my cock right now” josh confessed. he made tyler blush so easily, which he found adorable. 

“would you give me my facial, daddy?” tyler asked innocently. josh pulled out, wiping off his cock with a shirt laying nearby. tyler whined at the emptiness. 

“jesus, that’s a dirty mouth. what do good boys say when they want something?” josh asked, grinning. 

“please, sir?” tyler asked, licking his lips in anticipation. josh gave in easily, putting one foot on the arm of the couch and crouching over tyler’s face. he guided the head of his cock to tyler’s spit-slicked, red lips, tapping them lightly. 

“open wide” josh ordered, and tyler obediently opened his mouth. josh grabbed tyler’s hair with one hand, holding his jaw with the other as he eased his cock into his warm, wet mouth. when tyler fully sucked and moved his head forward in a greedy attempt to take more in, josh groaned heavily, thrusting his hips forward and touching his throat. tyler hummed contentedly with drool sliding down his chin, grabbing josh’s hips for support as josh fucked his mouth. he felt like such a dirty slut, swallowing at least half a pint of pre-cum mixed with his own drool. the gagging, sloshing sounds as josh fucked his throat were obscene, combined with the site of tyler’s abused lips stretched around his sizable cock.

josh worked up a sweat from the position and efforts to stop himself from cumming too quickly. from josh’s panting breaths and babbling praises, tyler could tell he was close. his movements were getting more and more sporadic, so he braced himself for the inevitable load he was about to receive. his hands slid down josh’s hips to his thighs, squeezing encouragingly. suddenly josh pulled out of tyler’s mouth and tyler held out his tongue out like a baby bird. josh jerked off fast and hard until he shot his load, aiming for tyler’s tongue. of course jizz is hard to control, so some got stuck in tyler’s long pretty eyelashes. he wiped it from his eyes, batting them open and swallowing what was already in his mouth. he wore josh’s cum well, grinning like the proud slut he was and sucking more cum from his fingers. 

both boys were spent now that it was a wrap. they were handed towels to clean up and water to re-hydrate. they actually helped clean each other, which the director found really sweet. he was really impressed with the boys performance, so much that he scheduled more upcoming scenes for them. when he broke the news to them, they were excited and more than willing to try whatever he came up with. 

“i think they’re really gonna dig this, you guys have something special and are fantastic together” the director explained. tyler and josh were both gloating, from the sex of course, but also the prospect of working together more in the future. 

Keeping It Real

Sometimes it was easy. Sometimes it was hard. On those hard days, Jensen and Jared always made it a point to make me smile, even the tiniest bit.

There were times where I would be off to the side, watching as they did their scene. My morning would have started out like shit, arguing with my folks, and then I would have been driving to the set, wiping away at my tears like I was a fifteen year old girl.

Jensen and Jared would form a plan, like the one they did right now, and sometimes it went through, other times they’d get caught and be scolded for it.

One look at Jensen’s face, and that was the end of it. From a look of utter seriousness, too a stifling giggling mess, I turned away from them, my shoulders shaking with barely controlled laughter.

Jensen always made me laugh. Just by looking at him, he’d literally turn my frown upside down. Turn my darkest days into one of the brightest with his dorkiness.

God, I loved that green eyed man. Loved him too damn much sometimes. He always kept things real for me. Didn’t try to soften the ground beneath me, only confirm that it was there and that I was strong enough to walk on it. Him and his weird as metaphors, man.

But I loved him. Even as he turned his eyes to me, that knowing smile on his perfectly full lips, I knew that he knew that I was okay right then and there.

“Just keeping it real, honey,” he would say after making me smile. “Nothin’ is as real as your beautiful smile. The world needs more of it. I need more of it.”

Damn Jensen and his way with words.


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