and i was like okay and i turned to leave

anonymous asked:

Thank you so much for writing my prompts. Stuckony AU Tony and Bucky are together, Stony AU with minor Bucky/Sam. I left all three prompts and I saw your post that you couldn't leave Steve alone in the third one, Winteriron college AU Steve laughs this one. I would be very happy if you turn the prompt into Stuckony or if you pair Steve with Sam since I like Sam/Steve a lot too. So please do write if inspiration strikes you. Thanks once again for writing the prompts.

OH, THANK GOD. Okay, I changed this around a little bit. Pre-established Stucky both have raging crushes on Tony. Steve tried to date Tony before he and Bucky got together, and thinks it’s a lost cause. Bucky is determined to prove Steve wrong.

The original prompt idea was this. I am so relieved to be turning this into Stuckony! This will have another part or two. Also, I know that Tony went to college very young in most universes, but for this story, everyone is 18 or older.

(Also, in case you didn’t catch it, the second part to my other Stuckony AU went up yesterday. You can read that on AO3 here. Shameless plug.)


“I’m gonna date him,” Bucky said, his voice low, his face determined as he stared across the quad. Steve almost didn’t look up from the book in his lap. He had a test in his history of military tactics class tomorrow, and he was trying to absorb as much as he could.

Steve eventually looked up, what Bucky said finally sinking in. He was confused at first, and a little worried that his boyfriend was professing his desire to date another boy when he saw what, or who, Bucky was staring at. He sighed heavily and went back to his reading.

“Buck, you know that’s not going to happen. Trust me, I’ve been there before. He never even looked me in the eye when I tried to talk to him. Rhodes and Potts practically threatened me!” He said with a huff. It was true. He’d tried desperately to date Tony their freshman year. Steve had been really stuck on him, and honestly still was, but he’d learned his lesson.

Besides, he and Bucky were happy together. It had taken them a long while to finally realize that they wanted each other. They’d been best friends since grade school. There had always been an attraction there that neither of them had wanted to admit to. Both of them scared to come out to their friends and family.

When Bucky had transferred here last year, during their sophomore year, it hadn’t taken long for their newfound freedom and a more accepting campus to get them to admit that they wanted to be together.

Of course, Steve had been honest about his feelings for Tony, and rather than get jealous, that information had caused Bucky to be curious about the known recluse. Which had, of course, led to his boyfriend being smitten too. Not that Steve could blame him at all.

“Seriously, Bucky. Just let it go. He doesn’t date. Anyone. And Rhodes and Potts are downright scary if anyone tries to get close to him,” Steve warned his boyfriend again. He really did not want a repeat of freshman year.

Steve hazarded a glance, looking over to the subject in question. Tony Stark. He was a genius, top of their class, and absolutely gorgeous. Despite this, he was incredibly introverted. He had two friends, James Rhodes and Pepper Potts, and beyond that, he didn’t socialize. He didn’t date anyone, and he had no interest in even speaking or looking at anyone besides his two friends and his professors when he had to.

“I don’t care, Stevie. I’m determined. I’m gonna prove you wrong,” Bucky said stubbornly. He glanced over to his boyfriend with a pout. “We can’t just give up! He’s just a really shy guy,” He reasoned further. Steve glanced at Bucky with another sigh.

“Your funeral,” Steve quipped back, before going back to his reading. He knew that Bucky had a class with Tony this year. Mechanical engineering. Bucky was a science whiz, majoring in engineering as well as minoring in music. He had a talent for the guitar and played sometimes around campus. Steve absolutely loved to hear him play and sing.

“You’ll see, Stevie. I’m gonna get him to agree to a date,” Bucky said, eyes bright with purpose as he stared at the beautiful genius that was sitting under a tree and tapping away at a tablet. Steve just shook his head.

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That Night

I had just come out the shower and was now chilling in my boxers. There I was laying in my bed watching the Justice League DVD on a Saturday night while my room mate was out having fun at the club on this rainy night. In my opinion, this was a better way to spend my night instead of going out in the rain to get sick. I am Derek, a slender light skinned black male with brown eyes. I’m not much of a party enthusiast as most in my age category of 18 are but I am human and my dick was starting to make me aware of that fact as it ascended from slumber. If you haven’t guessed already, I’m a virgin. I lowered the TV volume and just as I was about to give it some attention, there was a text notification sound on my phone .

Me (Derek Towers)

My friend AJ hit me up on whatsapp. Now AJ was an attractive guy with an amazing ass and what I had to guess was a pretty good size dick. I could only imagine as I saw the outline once while we were on the beach. AJ was an easygoing fellow about a year older than myself. We met at my job at the hotel where I was a waiter and he was a lifeguard. He was cool and we got along great but he was ridiculously homophobic and there was no way I was going to let him know that I played for both teams.

After our conversation, I still had my little problem. I opened the tumblr app on my phone and scrolled down looking at sexy guys for hours, occasionally watching some porn video. Eventually, I saw a new story by my favorite author @morrisondauthor​ entitled  “Freak by Night 7: Freaky Sneaky.” His stories are always so sexy that I find myself ejaculating before I get to the end. I get so upset when he takes a while to post his stories because they give me life and take me to a world I could never imagine. For some reason, the context usually gets me hornier than the images he uses. I got to the good part and it made me so close to my climax when my phone notification alarmed me. If you haven’t guessed, it was AJ letting me know he got home safely. He went on to tell me about his night and how he had four rounds of sex with his date in her car and she came all 4 times. I was so jealous, I was trying to come once to satisfy myself and he interrupted me boasting about his extravagant time. Now all I had in my mind were images of his sexy ass f***ing her sexy ass in the car and my vivid imagination made me ten times hornier. I had to get my nut so I told him the truth.

Me: You got your nut now I’m going to work on mine

Him: With Pamela? 😂😂😂 Night. Don’t forget the jergens.

I didn’t dignify him with a response. Instead I went to the living room and sat in the couch with nothing on but my boxer briefs. My dick stuck fully erect through the hole in my boxers and I jacked away once again replaying Morrison’s story in my head imagining it was me coming down the stairs to a sexy surprise. The sound of the thunderstorm outside with sprinkles of rain violently pelleting the window fueled my hormones and I could feel my balls ready to release the seed from their constraints. Suddenly there was a loud crash at my doorstep synonymous with a lightning bolt outside which ignited fear into my heart and caused me to forget that I was horny. Cautiously I approached the door and peered through the peep hole to notice nobody standing in the hallway. Still my curiosity wouldn’t let me rest so I opened the door ready to put my self defense skills to the test if I needed it. Imagine my disappointment when I viewed my roommate, Kevin wet from head to toe lying at our doorstep in the fetal position. He appeared to be highly intoxicated and since he doesn’t have a car, I can only assume that a Good Samaritan literally dropped him at the door. As the epinephrine wore off, I started to realize that I was once again disturbed from achieving my natural high.

Even though I was upset, I couldn’t leave him there like that so I dragged him inside. Like AJ, Kevin was straight, usually requesting that I keep the “gay shit” to myself. Yes, he knew about me. I’ve known him since we were kids because we were neighbors and grew up living in each other’s homes. When I found out that I had a taste for both girls and boys, I was around 13 and Kevin was the only person I told at the time. His reaction to the news could have been better. He called me a faggot and stormed out of my house. We didn’t speak for weeks afterward. Eventually he came to me randomly one day and apologized. I couldn’t forgive him and asked him to leave letting him know just how much he hurt me. He didn’t give up though and proved himself from that day forth that he wanted to be my best friend again. He fought off bullies, walked with me home from school and acted like the friend he was before I told him. I forgave him after a while and we were boys again. He constantly tries to get me to go out and drink with him but like I said before, I really don’t have a taste for it. We got this apartment when we moved to Florida for college and we get along well despite his occasional battles with alcoholism. Even so, it’s never been this bad.Kevin loved the gym and he worked out every weekday evening at 5 and went jogging every morning at 6. He took his physical health very seriously which is why I never understood why he drank alcohol. He also managed to maintain above average grades for his track and field scholarship at UCF.

Kevin Dill

I lifted Kevin off the floor and even though he was rather heavy, got him to the bathtub and removed the wet clothes from his barely responsive body. I haven’t seen him naked since we took baths together as kids but when I saw his naked body I had to step back and admire the marvelous muscular masterpiece. My eyes wandered to his dick which wasn’t even hard yet his uncircumcised attachment was 7 inches long and fatter towards the base. I finally snapped back into reality left to get a glass of warm water and an empty bucket in case he vomited. I ran some warm water in the bathtub and thoroughly bathed him. I couldn’t believe I was cleaning a grown man, but I didn’t want him to go into hypothermia. Not only was he drunk, but he was also wet from the cold rain. He started to gain a reasonable level of consciousness.

“Derek? What are you doing?”

“You’re drunk and cold just relax and drink this.”

I gave him an aspirin and the glass of warm water and watched him take it.

“I’m naked”

“I know”

“Why?”

“You were wet and unconscious”

“You couldn’t let me sleep it off?”

“I’m sorry would you rather get a cold or die from dehydration and hypothermia?”

He sucked his teeth, “you didn’t have to remove my boxers.”

“Hey if it’s wet it comes off.”

“Get out,” he said covering his private area.

“Nope, you could pass out at any minute. Look, I already lifted your heavy ass in here, removed your clothes by myself then took my bare hands and wiped your dirty ass. In fact it was my hands that peeled back your foreskin and cleaned your penis. It’s a little too late for modesty.”

He was speechless so I said, “What’s that on the floor? Pick it up you’re making a mess.”

He looked down, “What? What are you talking about?”

“Your bottom lip, now get out the tub and come dry off”

“Ha Ha…very funny,” he sarcastically mumbled as he stumbled out the bathtub.

I was right there to catch him with a towel and prevent him from falling. I began to dry his body when he smartly remarked, “I can do it myself you know”

I removed my body support and he dropped to the ground barely breaking his fall with his forearms.

“I thought you had it.”

“Help me up”

“Help me up what?”

“Help me up please”

“Help me up please what?”

“D’, I’m not saying that”

“Ok,” I began to leave the room.

“Fine, Please help me up Supreme Overlord Towers”

“No problem.” I helped him up and noticed he had an erection.

“Friend of yours?” I teased.

“Shut up!”

I assisted him to his bedside and helped him slide on his boxers.

“I feel so embarrassed,” he admitted

“Why? It’s just us here, chill.”

“This is not fair. You’ve seen me naked now and I even got hard,” he slapped his face in embarrassment.

“We used to bathe together all the time, washing each other’s backs and laughing at each other’s nakedness. What’s the big deal?”

He couldn’t make eye contact and stayed quiet so after sucking my teeth, I slid off my boxers, threw them to the side and danced around in a circle wagging my dick from left to right.

“Woah!” He exclaimed.

“Now I don’t have on anything. Are you happy now?”

He laughed hysterically, “that’s not what I meant.”

“Go to bed.” I helped him lay down and covered him with a warm blanket.

I turned around to leave but to my surprise, he grabbed my hand, “Please, don’t leave me again.”

“Again? I never left you.”

He burst into tears, “yes you did. When I called you by that word and you got upset with me, I didn’t know what to do with myself. I never wanted to lose my best friend. Those were the hardest months of my life, I never even cried over a girl like that.”

Confused, all I could say was, “This must be the alcohol talking.” I turned to leave again.

“Please!” He shouted.

“Okay, okay, just don’t yell like that again. The neighbors are sleeping.”

“Sleep here tonight.”

“If that would make you feel better, fine, but don’t vomit on me please.” I went to the corner to get my boxers.

“You don’t need those.”

Once again, confused but internally contented. I happily obliged, turned off the light went on the other side of his queen sized bed, pulling the covers over my exposed body.

“Good night.”

“Good night.”

The sound of rain pattering on the window echoed in the room and I was falling asleep. Unexpectedly, I felt a warm gentle touch on my dick that slammed the emergency brake of the train to dreamland. My dick was being massaged by none other than my best friend. I silently protested in my head not wanting to disturb the amazing sensation I was feeling which caused me to leak pre-ejaculation fluid. My brain finally gained control and I managed to stop him.

“Wait, what are you doing?”

“Shh. Just let it happen.”

“Now you sound like a rapist. This has to be the alcohol affecting you. You are not in your right frame of mind.” I got up and as I was standing up to leave, he pulled my hand and I landed supine right on the side of him. He lay against me leaning on his side I could see the shadow of his head in front of me and I could feel he was staring at me. Lightning flashed and I saw the look in his eyes that paralyzed me for that moment. I felt the heat radiating from his head increasing in intensity as he slowly approached my face. I felt like Chris from Get Out in the hypnosis scene, helplessly watching this happen through the windows of my eyes. When the eternity passed and he connected with my lips, the curtains closed but I could sense the brightest flashes of lightning outside. I regained control and participated in the best kiss of my life. Opening our eyes and pulling apart met us with nature’s fireworks applauding our performance.

“Wow,” we chorused.

He grabbed my body and brought me into a passionate make out session, rubbing his well toned body against mine allowing me to once again feel it’s shape, this time against my own. He went down to the left side of my neck and started sucking on it while rubbing his hands all over my back down to my bare ass. I hate hickeys but the euphoria was too intense to stop. I felt electricity flowing through my body as he continued. He kissed his way down to my left nipple and I expressed a soft moan. It felt like there was a string directly attached to the pleasure nerves in my dickhead. He continued kissing down my abs until he got to my pubic hairs and he got up. My eyes opened reacting to the sudden pause. We breathed deeply and synchronized.

“I never did anything with a dude before,” he admitted

“I’m still a virgin,” I countered.

“I know.”

I felt my face blush with embarrassment only to be aroused with pleasure at the immediate moist warm sensation that came from the head of my dick. Did he really just put my dick in his mouth? I looked down and he continued down the nine and a half inch solid shaft managing to get half of it in his mouth. That was the most mind blowing feeling in my life.

“You sure you never did this before?”

He chuckled and continued up and down repetitively sending me to a new level of heaven. He paused again and I couldn’t handle any more suspense. I reversed our positions and did exactly as he did to me in the same sequence. I thought my reaction was intense but as I sucked his neck his hands went all over my body and their favorite place was my ass. I worked my way to his nipples and he let out the sexiest deep moan that I couldn’t compare to all my years of watching porn. It send jolts through my body causing me to be extra turned on. I couldn’t take it anymore, I had to know what that dick tasted like. I skipped his abs and went straight to his pubic hairs which like mine were short lavishing in the musk they produced. I licked his dick from the base along the underside to the tip where I licked around the head tasting the pheromones produced. I experimented sticking my tongue in the entrance and he jumped.

“That was intense!” he smiled

I continued taking his head in my throat and he rewarded me with another deep moan. I continued my assault down the shaft attempting to go as far as I could. I made it as far as about 3 inches when ii felt my teeth hit his skin and I pulled back thinking about how much that hurt.

“Easy with the teeth baby”

Baby? If I wasn’t black I’m sure my face would be an apple right now. I tried again, this time opening my mouth as wide as I could and I made it down 5 inches of his eleven before I started to choke and retreat for air. He moaned again and that made me determined to get to the base. I went for it again this time holding my breath and swallowing as I went down fighting hard to resist the urge to cough. I think I made it as far as 9 inches that time but it was as far as I could possibly go. He let out another deep moan lasting longer than any of the predecessors.

“Damn baby no girl ever committed to going that far down.”

I was happy to satisfy him but after that I went up and down taking in only what I could manage, slobbering all over that sexy tool of his. After a few minutes, he pulled my head up and lead me in another intense kiss.

“I want to make love to you baby.” He stared intimately at me.

“How?”

“I want to fuck you.”

“You gotta let me fuck you too”

“No way I’m letting you anywhere near my ass with that thing.” He protested

“And I’m supposed to let you in mine?”

“Yeah but I love you and I want to prove it to you by taking your virginity.”

“I love you too and you can prove your love by letting me fuck you and take your virginity as well”

“I’m not a virgin.”

“Your ass is.”

“You always did have a smart mouth. It’s one of your most attractive qualities.”

“Well, the ball is in your court”

“Ugh….Okay, just go easy on me please.”

“I could say the same.”

“Okay turn over.”

“Umm no. We need to do a couple things to prepare first”

“We? Things like what?”

“Yes we! Come on, I’ll show you”

I went in my bedroom and grabbed my fleet. It’s a good thing I got two new bottles just in case a miracle happened. Didn’t think I’d get to use them so soon. I researched online how to prepare a long time ago and even practiced a couple of times. I taught Kevin what to do and after a while we were ready. We returned to his bedroom and turned his desk lamp on dimly. The patter of the rain was the only sound for a brief moment.

“That felt wierd,” he complained.

“Well there’s one more step we have to take,” I handed him the tube of lube.

“Hold on no need to rush just yet, I want to taste that ass first,” He kissed me intently then moved both of my legs up and attacking my asshole like it was his last meal. I don’t know which was better, that blowjob or the other level he was sending me to while he ate me. I felt his tongue go places that I didn’t know anything could. All of a sudden, I had this epileptic episode I couldn’t control. I was so weak after he finally finished with me. He grabbed the lube and inserted a finger inside my hole to open me up. He worked his second finger in there. and was about to enter.

“You better go up to 4 fingers, that thing is huge”

The third finger hurt like pins and needles. and the fourth was even worse. I really thought I was bleeding. He waited until I was comfortable, somehow managing to remain hard during the entire exercise. I guess he was as horny as I was. He entered me in the missionary position and I felt a sudden sharp pain as he passed my sphincter that sent kilojoules of electricity through my body. I cried and wanted to stop but he held me down and comforted me,

“Relax baby, just relax.”

I took slow deep breaths until the pain eased and he did not move. He waited until I was comfortable before he continued penetrating me at a steady pace. He didn’t go all the way in but he started a slow rhythm with about three inches of his massive meat. He only went further when I was in agreement. I stopped the rhythm and pushed him on his back without severing our connection. Gently I lowered myself onto his rod taking inch by inch until to my surprise, I fit the whole thing in there. I was so proud I almost didn’t notice the euphoric look on Kevin’s face.

“Damn baby, you sexy as f***,” he complimented.

I began a steady rhythm on him and I could feel him hitting my spot every time. Our session went on for a while. We went in every position we could imagine possible until he had me on my belly leaning against the edge of the bed drilling me.

“Hold on baby, you’re going to make me come,” I warned.

“That’s the plan baby,” he smirked.

I realized what he was trying to do and used every will power I had to stop myself from coming and resist him, ending that part of our session.

“You think you’re slick. I’m f***ing your ass tonight.” I retaliated.

He had a look of disappointment on his face but he lie back, removed his condom and succumbed to my wishes. He lie on his back rolling his eyes and pulled his leg up to reveal the prettiest pink spot I’ve ever seen in my life (only one I saw in person but it didn’t compare to anything in porn). I had to treat something so precious with the utmost care. I gently licked it for a few minutes before I let my tongue explore every delicious crevice of his ass it could reach. I imagine his ass would taste like ass but his was surprisingly sweet. I stuck my tongue inside and was shocked when I heard a deep moan escape his lips. I guess he was enjoying this as much as I was. I continued until I tasted something extra sweet and when I looked at it, it was a white fluid. I think he came from his ass. Damn I made him cream from eating him. I couldn’t believe it. His ass was moister than my tongue and I tasted as much as I could before grabbing the bottle of lube. I didn’t think I’d need it but I did not want to hurt him nor did I want him to chicken out. I inserted 2 of my fingers and they went in without a struggle. I had to fight with the third and fourth because his ass had a constant death grip on them. I positioned myself for entry and took it slow with him, exercising as much care as he did me. Like myself, he seemed to experience discomfort with the infiltration of the head. So I repeated the process and let him get used to it. After a while, he told me to go ahead. I started a slow rhythm  and carefully eased inch by inch into him until i was working 5 inches inside him. Without warning, he reversed the situation and put himself on top like I did. He started riding me. I was speechless but it felt so good when he slammed all the way down onto my dick taking all of it. He looked so sexy, I watched as his pecks vibrated and his ass jiggled moving up and down on me. He was so sexy I wanted to cry at the beauty I was beholding. His mouth was wide open and his eyes closed with his head tilted back moaning. He was enjoying this as much as I was. Once again we had another session with multiple positions until I was backshotting him. He creamed on my dick again throughout the experience. It felt so good, I knew I would climax soon.  He tried to run but I managed to pull him back every time. He said it was too intense and he couldn’t take much more, begging me to cum.

“What’s my name?”

“Derek”

“Wrong!” I violently pounded him.

“What’s my name?”

“I don’t know.” He cried.

“Yea you do,” I pounded harder, “what’s my name?”

“Supreme (moan) Overlord (moan) Towers,” he cried out in pleasure. With those words, 2 weeks of tension building erupted into the condom flooding it with life fluid. I came for a minute straight. I didn’t even know that was possible. The condom had the most cum I’ve ever seen in my life inside and I have know idea how all that fit in there. I looked down to see that Kevin came too. His sheets were soaked in his liquid release. There was so much I was sure he produced more than I did. We struggled to catch our breaths for bout five minutes. It was still raining and we took a shower together and had another make out session. We dried off and went to my room in our birthday suits. He spooned me and we had a long intense discussion even though it was now 3 in the morning.

“I wanted to do that for a long time,” he admitted.

“Why didn’t you?”

“I was afraid.”

“Of what? I’m your best friend.”

“I don’t know. I panicked that day you told me and the reason I freaked out is because I didn’t know how to react. I developed feelings for you and didn’t know how to express myself.”

“All these years and you wait until now to tell me. So what now?”

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Disclaimer: Persons in the images used are not necessarily as the story describes do not reflect their character or sexuality. They are a mere depiction of each character’s features. However if there is a problem, please write me and they will be replaced by similar entities

© I. Black 2017

Too Soon - Jeff Atkins Imagine

Jeff Atkins x reader

Request: Hi i was wondering if i could request 13 reasons why imagine where the reader and Jeff have been dating for a couple months or an year…maybe have smut like they made love and then where Jeff passes away and maybe have the reader visit the grave with clay and tony to tell Jeff..that he was a dad.

WARNINGS: Fluff, smut, small swearing


“Atkins!” I scream when I see my boyfriend in the hallway. I jump in his arms wrap my legs around his torso and kiss him as if I didn’t see him in months when in reality is was literally two periods ago. I’m cheesy like that. We’ve been dating for over a year now, but everyday feels like we started dating yesterday. He never seizes to amaze me. He surprises me with flowers and I still get anxious and excited like a little girl when we go out on dates. He still does things like climb through my window even though my parents basically forced a key on him. He even does things like come over at 2am when I joke about being scared. He’s just the best boyfriend in the world.

“Hey baby” he laughs as he kisses me back. “You ready to go”

“Yes, it’s Friday and I’ve never been happier” I slide my hand in his as we walk out the school building earning a ‘bye’ or ‘what up’ from people.

As we walked to my house, Jeff kept telling me corny jokes and pick-up lines he found online last night trying to make me laugh.

“Babe, knock knock?”

“Not another one J.”

“Baaabe knock knock, come on last one I promise.”

“You said that three jokes ago” I whine.

“Oh. Knock knock?”

“Who’s there?” I sigh.

“A broken pencil” he smiles.

“A broken pencil who” I sigh, already knowing the joke.

“Never mind it’s poin-”

“Pointless” I say as I laugh dramatically. He looks at me seriously for interrupting his corny joke. 

“Sorry baby, love you!” I try to kiss him the rest of the way home as he pretends to be mad at me.  

As we walk in, he stills pretend to be mad when he stomps into my room and close the door. He closes me out my room. My room.

“Babe really” I laugh.

“Do a knock knock joke then you can come in.”

“No”

“Yes”

“Noo babe”

“Well then I’m going to go take a nap”

“No!” I roll my eyes as if he can see it. “Fine babe…knock knock”

“Who’s there” he cooed.

“Al.” I smirk.

“Al who?” 

“Al strip for you if you open this door” I smirk biting my lip. As soon as I said that, the door swung open and I’m met with Jeff’s lips as he pulls me inside. He shuts the door and pushes me up against it. 

“No need to do that” he whispers in my ear. He starts kissing and sucking on my neck and pulls up the dress I’m wearing. He slides his hands under my underwear to my butt and pulls me to him.

“J-Jeff” I moan. He looks at me and bit his lip as he throws the dress off, leaving me in just my bra and panties. He scans my body as I turn my head, feeling nervous all of a sudden. He moves my head to face him and I see such admiration in his eyes.

“You’re the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” When he said that I wanted nothing more than to feel him on me. I throw my arms around his neck and hungrily kiss him. He grabs my legs and I jump on him as he moves us to the bed. He hovers over me as he deepens the kiss. He puts his hand behind my neck to pull me closer to him. He rubs my thigh up and down as he slowly peppers kisses all over my neck and chest. He’s painfully teasing and I can’t take it.

“Jeff” I whisper.

“Yes y/n?”

“I need you” he looks at me and simply smiles.

He continues to kiss my neck as he unclasp my bra. He starts sucking my breast and massaging the other as I run my hands through his hair. He does the same to the other and I’m a moaning mess.

“Jeff please” I moan.

“We’re almost there baby” he whispers.

He kisses down my stomach and thigh slowly, never breaking his stare from me. I whine again as he comes back and goes back to sweetly kissing me. I groan from the friction of my almost bare core against his jeans and wiggle for him to get the idea. He does and pulls off his jeans and I hastily pull off his shirt.

“Someone is ready” he giggles. I roll my eyes and roughly palm his member through his boxers making him grunt.

“Someone is hard” I mimic smirking. He tries to keep his groans in until I full on grab him and he does a full moan. Now he’s the frantic one as he rips my underwear off of me. Literally.

“Jeff!” I scream.

“Sorry baby, I’ll get you another one” he smirks. He slides his hands all over my body, making me shiver.

“You like that?” he asks. I nod as he slips a finger in me and goes back to kissing. I  whimper from his touch and go for his underwear. I push them down and his member springs out. He kicks them off and slides two fingers in this time. I moan into his mouth as he goes at a fast pace. I let out more moans as I start to get close.

“Jeff baby, I’m abou-” when I said that, Jeff pulled his fingers away and I frown. 

“I want to feel you cum, not with my fingers” he smirks.

He grabs a condom out his wallet from his pocket and slide it on. He gives me a look for confirmation and I nod, just wanting to feel him already. He pushes his length into me. At first it hurt, but it always does when we have sex because of his huge size. The longer he’s in me, the more I get used to it. He pushes in slowly and draws out a little. I start to moan as I connect my lips with his. As he picks up his pace, I dig my nails into his back. He hooks my legs over his shoulder and I scream a little.

“Je-OH My fuck!” he’s directly hitting my g-spot and I can’t even think. I moan louder as I grab the pillow under my head, arching my back. 

“Fuck princess! you feel good” he moans. 

“H-harder J-Jeff!” He goes harder and I start almost full on screaming. As we both are climaxing, Jeff pulls out and puts me on all fours. He pushes back in and grabs my breast from behind. I lean back as he kisses my neck while pounding into me. He moans into my ear as I hold the back of his neck. I can’t control my moans and screams and neither can he. They come out louder as he hits the right spot over and over again. As we get closer, I fall onto my hands and Jeff holds my waist. He roughly rubs me with his fingers as I scream to let go of my release.

“J-JEFF!” I scream.

He cums shortly after I do and collapse next to me. We lay there in a comfortable silence while I rest my head on his shoulder and his arm wrapped around me. Both still out of breath, he looks over to me.

“Knock knock?”

“Who’s there” I laugh. 

“I love”

“I love who?” I say, letting him finish it this time for his sake.

“I love you” He smiles as he kisses me.

“My corny boyfriend” I laugh.


*Tomorrow Night*

“You guys have been inseparable all night my gosh” Jessica drunkenly laughs. Me and Jeff look at each other and chuckle, knowing exactly why. We have been at Jessica’s party for a while now and have been sitting on the couch with Jessica, Bryce, and Zach.

“Leave them alone babe, that’s how we are” Justin laughs.

“Oh, you get me flowers?” when Justin doesn’t answer, all of us start cracking up. 

“Well I’m going to get a beer, you guys want one?” Zach asks as he gets up. 

“Nah no thanks man, my girl will kill me cause I’m the driver tonight” I smile when he said that, happy that he cares about his well being. We continue talking to our group of friends and have a pretty good time.

“Where is Clay and Hannah” I whisper in his ear.

“Somewhere around here, probably upstairs, I did my meddling for the night and got them together.”

“Aw how noble of you” I giggle, pinching his cheeks. “Thank you ma’am”.

“See! look at them, they are perfect” Jessica playfully whines.

“Shut up!” Justin say as he grabs her face and start full on making out. Everyone starts ewing and shooing them off the couch.

“Get a room!”

“Jess, your room is upstairs!”

“Get it Foley!”

Justin flips us all off, never breaking their kiss and we all laugh. Monty taps Jeff on the shoulder and screams over the loud music.

“Yo bro you still doing the beer run!?”

Jeff got up and nodded his head, “Yeah shit I almost forgot”

I got up with him, frowning and grab his arm before he could go anywhere, “Babe do you have to go? I’m pretty sure there is enough beer, just not enough for every single person to get ass faced drunk.”

He kissed my forehead and smiled, “I’ll be right back babe I promise”. I pick up my bag and turn towards him, “Okay then I’m coming with you”.

“Baby, you have to watch out for Clay and Hannah remember, I’ll be back in 15 minutes then we can leave right after.”

I sigh still not liking this. I know he didn’t drink anything, but I’m still nervous for him to be out this late. What if someone else out there is drunk driving? I tell myself its fine and nod my head.

“Okay fine, just be careful J.”

“I will baby, I love you.”

“I love you too.” he gives me a peck on the lips and I hold onto his hand and let it slide out once he got to far to reach it. I watch him walk out the door and sit back down onto the couch, waiting for his return.


*4 Weeks Later*

Life is unfair. Life is so unfair. Why him? Why Jeff? Why my boyfriend. Such an amazing boyfriend. Is the best. Was the best. I stare down at his tombstone and couldn’t stop my tears from falling. So many tears. I found myself screaming at night. If I wasn’t screaming I was just silent. Completely silent. I mean was there for me to say? He’s gone. Jeff Atkins is gone. Never to hold me again, never to make me feel better, never to get me the flowers, never to throw rocks outside my window. I bend down and touch his stone. 

“I-I m-miss you so much” my voice cracks. “Why d-did you h-have to leave m-me?” I start crying harder. This is my first time being at his grave, due to the fear of seeing him. The fear of seeing reality of this situation. 

“Y-you would b-be so happy right now” I hiccup as I touch my stomach. I felt the little bump and smile through my tears.

“Y-you would have told him knock knock jokes” I laugh to myself, “or her”.

“Y-you would have t-taught baseball terms” I smile.

“You would h-have been the perfect dad” I cried looking down at him, “the best”.

I put the roses he always got me onto his grave and wiped my tears, even though they kept coming down. I kissed my finger and touched them against his stone that read 

Jeff Atkins

World’s greatest son 

world’s best companion

Even a better dad

Gone but never forgotten.

“I love you Jeff”I got up and continued crying as both Tony and Clay stood there respectfully and silent, waiting for me to finish. I smile lazily at them and hooked my arm into both of theirs as we walked out of the graveyard. I look back one more time and thought to myself ‘the love of my life might be gone, but he will forever live on in my heart’


A/N - Omgg!! I cried making this ending. It was so sad to me. I hope you guys liked it and love you guys for all your support. Your imagines are not forgotten.

BTS  - you have a really sensitive neck.

Request: Hiya! Could I please get a bts reaction to you having a really sensitive neck and get really turned on when they kiss or bite it???


Seokjin: You were just sitting on the couch watching a movie, chilling together. But he had the bad idea of kissing your neck. “Don’t do it!” You warned. “Why?” He asked confused. “Just don’t.” “There must be a reason, Jagi…” He smiled and gave you another kiss on the neck, giving you goose bumps. “Oh I get it.” He said and smirked at you before kissing your lips.

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Yoongi: You were with him in the studio, waiting for him to finish some things. You were bored and sat on his lap. “Hey…” You said smiling. “Hello.” He said without looking at you. “Can we go home?” “Why? do you want to do something?” He smirked. “No!” You laughed. He approached at your neck and give a bite. “I didn’t want to, now i do. Let’s go home now.” “You know, you get turned on so easy.” “Shut up!”

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Hoseok: “Let me go!” You screamed, laughing. “Never!” He said laughing even more. He stucked you to the wall and put your legs around his waist. He kissed you on the lips, then his mouth went to your neck, giving a bite, making you moan. “Hm, do you like this?” He asked with a smile. “You know I like it, baby, go on.” He laughed. 

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Namjoon: He knows how you feel when he kisses your neck and he loves to tease you. You were sitting on his lap and he was running his lips lightly all over your neck, making you moan. “If you won’t do anything, stop!” You whined. “What do you want me to do?” He smiled. “I want you to stop.” “Do you really want?” He stopped. “No, just stop the teasing and get right to the point.” He laughed and kissed your lips.

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Jimin: "JAGI!“ Your boyfriend yelled when he got home. "I’m in the kitchen.” “Oh, hey.” He smiled when he saw you. “Hello!” You smiled back. He sat down beside you on the table and kissed your neck. You shivered but pretended nothing happened. “Are you okay?” “Yes I am.” He kissed your neck again and you heard him laugh at your reaction. “You’re such a sensitive baby.” “I’m not! My neck is.” “Okay, let’s see…” He started kissing your neck repeatedly, leaving you extremely turned on. “OKAY!” You turned to him and kissed his lips. “Are you turned on?” He asked. “Yes. Now you’re going to have to figure it out.” “With all pleasure…” He picked you up and carried you to the bedroom.

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Taehyung: You were cuddling in bed. You were almost asleep when you feel his kisses on your neck. “Stop, Tae!” You laughed. “Nooo! You like that.” “Yes, I really like that.” You said unconsciously as his kisses began to get wetter with ulterior motives. “I know everything you like, Princess.” He gave you a smirk, just for getting you even more horny.

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Jungkook: Your boyfriend LOVES tease you in everything, no matter what. And when he found out you get turned on when he kissed your neck, he always did it. “Hey baby.” He said going up to you in bed. “Shut up, I’m reading.” “Keep reading.” He said and lay down beside you. Some minutes later, he began to give kisses and bites on your neck. “Why are you like this?” You asked, putting the book down and looking at him. “Because I want your attention, love!” He smiled. “Okay, you have all my attention now.” “Great.” He give you a smile and kissed you.

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Olivia Puckett as Zoe Murphy

Here, I’m gonna analyze and describe Olivia Puckett’s performance as Zoe Murphy, and the ways in which it differed from Laura Dreyfuss’s. Enjoy!

First of all, Olivia Puckett is a blessing to us all. I love her so much (have you seen her Instagram stories?!) you all have no idea. She was so sweet, so good.

I’ll start from the beginning. Instantly, right as she entered during “Anybody Have a Map” her differences with Laura Dreyfuss were evident. She slouched in her chair, her foot giggling under the table. Also, with Connor, her dialogue was lighter, in a way. She delivered the “He’s definitely high” line almost jokingly, like she was just this younger sister poking fun at her brother. It wasn’t disapproving and harsh the way Laura’s delivery felt.

Even while they were exchanging “Fuck you’s!” they seemed more like siblings messing around than two extremely damaged teenagers taking out their anger on each other. It honestly felt like a normal sibling relationship. She wasn’t even yelling, and neither was Mike Faist. It wasn’t mean or anything. It was. Good.

Even when she marched off the stage, proclaiming that she’d leave without Connor if he doesn’t spead up, I felt as though she wouldn’t leave without him. Like that was yet another joke. No big deal. Like she’d wait in the driveway for him to come, and maybe give him a bit of a hard time about it all later, but that they’d laugh about it next week or something.

Then, she met Evan. She rushed over to him in the middle of WTAW, and he instantly recoiled, his shoulders turning inwards, his eyes on the ground, his hands twitching. She seemed genuinely concerned. Her voice was low, and she seemed to purposefully stay away from him, almost fearful of scaring him, while simultaneously wanting to be closer.

When she called Connor “a psychopath,” it sounded like she was angry with Connor for pushing Evan, who obviously didn’t deserve anything, but wasn’t disgusted or hateful. She didn’t sound like she hated Connor. Or even really disliked him. Just has a stereotypical teenage sibling relationship that’s a bit edgy.

When she walked away– “Okay…Jose…” –she turned around and looked back at Evan before leaving, almost fondly. It almost gave me the impression that this crush was requited, and perhaps had been for some time. That Evan’s love for Zoe wasn’t one-sided, that Zoe didn’t grow into liking Evan throughout the musical, but actually, in fact, liked him before it even began.

She entered, again, before “For Forever” and I could see a physical change that occurred in her during the 10 minutes or so she was off-stage. I could almost see her lose Connor, in that entrance. As she noticed Evan’s presence, she didn’t ask “Why is he here” like “Why is this weird kid in our house” but more like “Why is Evan, who I talked to in the hallway a few days ago, here?

Throughout the dinner before “For Forever,” she did this leg jiggle again. Which was. So fascinating. She had these particular ticks, ones which almost mirrored Evan’s. They seemed like two pieces of the same pie, in their own peculiar way. Simply, if Olivia Puckett announces one day that Zoe Murphy has a minor anxiety disorder, I would believe her in a heartbeat.

When she retorted about good times with Connor, saying that “There were no good times!” she didn’t sound like a possibly abused sibling. She sounded almost angry with herself, as though she was wondering why she didn’t notice something was wrong with Connor, as though she wished she’d tried harder. She didn’t sound like someone who was wronged and was furious, she sounded like someone who was remembering her entire childhood and trying to pinpoint where everything went wrong.

Laura’s Zoe seemed like a young person who suddenly lost control over seemingly everything in her life, someone who was almost drowning. Olivia’s Zoe seemed like a young person who had just temporarily misplaced control, someone who was floating just above the water’s surface.

During “Requiem,” Olivia cried, actually cried, which is something Laura definitely did not do. 

The whole “You were not the monster that I knew” thing was much less believable. But the “You’ve given me my brother back. Thank you.” thing at the end of “You Will Be Found” was so. much. more. believable.

I really felt for Olivia’s Zoe. “Requiem” was when I started crying fully during this performance, rather than during “You Will Be Found” (which normally what gets me). I felt her loss so deeply and profoundly, like she was taking the whole audience on this journey with her.

She truly seemed to mourn Connor, to have loved her brother. She seemed so devastated during “If I Could Tell Her” that she never got to tell Connor what she thought. 

It was just a different kind of loss.

As well, her relationship with Evan was so vastly different. She seemed to be more interested in him specifically and less interested in his connection with her brother. At the end of “You Will Be Found” when she kissed Evan the second time, she kept a hand on his when he pulled away. When he kissed her back, she wrapped her arms around him and like hug-kissed him. In the boot, with Laura Dreyfuss, Evan leaned Zoe into her back on the bed. 

The opposite happened here, with Zoe really taking control of their kissing, pushing Evan into the bed.

Also, during “Only Us” she put a hand on either side of Evan’s face and held him so softly when she sang “We can’t compete with all that” rather than motioning with one hand (see: Laura and Ben’s performance of “Only Us” on Seth Meyers). There was a part where she sat on Evan’s bed and Evan kneeled before her, and she held both of his hands between hers.

They held hands whenever they were together after that, honestly. During “Only Us,” Zoe normally kisses Evan once, at the very end of the song. Here, Olivia kissed Ben three (3) times. Twice while singing and once at the end of the song.

I cannot over-exaggerate the softness in her eyes when she looked at him. In all honestly, y’all, I felt myself really loving their relationship, which isn’t something I did beforehand. 

With Laura’s Zoe, I never would recommend Zoe and Evan being together for their own health. With Olivia’s Zoe, if they had met under different circumstances, if Evan hadn’t lied, I firmly believe that they could’ve had a healthy and happy relationship.

And the kegger skit!!! OMG!! She did the same dorky voice that Evan did with “til your mom gets home” when she said “in three hours!!” and they laughed. They laughed a lot.

It was so interesting to see almost Ben’s reactions as an actor to what Olivia was giving him. This was only the second time they’d ever done the show together in those characters, and it must’ve been so unusual to what he had been doing for the past hundred or so performances.

Zoe was so sweet? And? So strong? And never once mean to Evan? With Olivia, the whole “you don’t have to keep saying sorry….I was a little impressed, you ruined it” thing wasn’t as weird? It didn’t feel uncomfortable. It felt like: Zoe liked soft Evan, who apologizes all the time, she just wanted him to be comfortable enough around her to not feel like he had to apologize, rather than wanting him to change.

She felt like a young girl, who had suffered an immense loss, who was coping as best as she possibly could. She wasn’t some semi-popular girl who Evan liked purely because he thought she was hot (neither, of course, is Laura’s Zoe, or any form of Zoe, in fact). She was a multi-dimensional person who existed in her own right outside of anyone else. There was no room to see her as anyone else.

When she found out about Evan’s lie, it was almost more devastating. 

I would have believed her if she had said she loved Evan. 

Laura’s Zoe was angry and possibly depressed. She was desperate to grab a hold onto anything in her life, her life which was quickly spiraling out of control before her eyes. There, Evan seemed like the perfect person to grab onto, someone that was malleable and almost willing to be controlled.

Olivia’s Zoe felt in-control, like she knew what she was doing and knew where she would be in ten years, she just wasn’t there quite yet.

She obviously loved Connor and was mourning his death, but there didn’t seem to be as much guilt involved.

In her final scene, where she met Evan at the orchard, she, like Evan, seemed to have also gone through a metamorphosis. She seemed to have grown so much, and she held her head higher, too, just like Evan. To me, Zoe is a lead character, sharing the female lead title with Heidi Hansen, rather than a supporting character.

I love Laura Dreyfuss with my entire heart and soul, and her Zoe was a very particular character as well. It’s hard to pinpoint the exact differences between her Zoe and Olivia’s Zoe, because they are both truly incredible. Both woman are powerhouses of whom I will forever be in awe. Both portrayals make Zoe a fascinating, dynamic, complex, female character, one that is much, much more than a love interest or plot point. She, in some aspects, feels like the beating heart of the show. It’s hard to put my connection with her into words.

Again, like I said with Michael Lee Brown’s Jared vs. Will Roland’s Jared, neither performance was better. Both are heart-wrenching and powerful and conveyed a message to the audience, reached out and grabbed our hearts in their hands. Both are incredible. Just very, very different.

Essentially, Olivia Puckett’s performance was incredible. Unbelievable actually. Any desire to not want to see the understudies is pointless and wrong, let me tell you. This entire cast and entire crew are the most talented people I’ve ever seen.

April fools

Person a is having second thoughts about this, it might be going too far, but they love April fools day so they can do damage control later.

Person b walks in-“hey babe, what’s up? ”

Person a-“we, we need to break up. I’m sorry I can’t do this”

Person b frowns, -“what did you just say”

Person a unable to look them in the eye-“I’m saying we don’t work, I’m not happy, I’m sorry but it’s not fair to you to pretend anymore”

Person b takes a deep sigh -“okay, you’re right”

Person a-“don’t try to talk me…. wait what did you say I’m right? ”

Person b shrugs -“yeah, I get it, we don’t work, I’m not enough for you, I’ll move out in an hour just let me pack ” person b walks into the bedroom and starts packing a bag.

Person A stands there with thier mouth opened, feeling like scum, tears start to come out “wait I’m sorry this was a joke, a stupid joke I love you please don’t leave! I’m sorry!”

Person b smirks, pulls person a in for a kiss and whispers-“April fools asshole”

Person a turns bright red -“oh so you aren’t leaving ”

Person b wipes away thier tears-“you can’t get rid of me that easily you dork, just wanted you to see you were being shitty”

Person a rubs the back of thier neck -“yeah, that wasn’t so funny in hindsight ”

Person b-“no, when you started crying I knew I fucked up, no more shit like this okay, too personal ”

Person a grins -“I’m still going to prank you”

Person b kisses them-“ I’d be more concerned if you didn’t, now let’s forget this ever happened”

Person a-“I do love you, no April fools”

Person b-“I love you too”

By Way of Spontaneity (Part 8)

Summary: On a whim, Bucky declares you to be his girlfriend to his grandma and mother. They’re eager to meet you and he asks you to pretend to be with him for just one dinner with his family. But is that really all?

Word Count: 1,074

Warnings: None.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

A/N: INBOX IS HERE. I know you wanna scream. :) 

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Bucky snapped his fingers in front of your eyes, calling out your name. After what seemed like hours, you blinked and looked up at him, your face crestfallen. He slowed down the car significantly as he leaned over to you, to try to see your screen.

You shook your head and brought the phone to your chest. “No.”

“What’s wrong with you? What did you see?”

Before you could answer, Nat’s screeching voice tore through the device’s speaker and you startled, bringing it up to your ear.

“H-Hello?”

“Did you see it? Oh, my God! Did you see the freakin’ picture?”

“Yes,” you answered curtly. “I saw it.”

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our little family pt.3 | park jimin

Originally posted by minblush

Pairing: Father! Jimin + Reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst + parent au

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary: You were just a pre-school teacher, a simple dream that came true as you always adored children. But what you didn’t know, was how one child and her very special father would change you dream forever.

Parts: 1 2 3

Reader’s POV

“Ms.L/N!!”

Looking up from your phone, your lips tilted up into a warm smile as you saw a familiar face enter the room, as she slightly skipped, swinging her lunchbox in one hand.

“Jieun-ah!!” you cheered as you made your way to her, pinching her cheeks softly as you cooed, “How’s my little girl been?”

Giving you a big smile, one that reached all the way up to her round eyes, she gave you a thumbs up and grinned, “I’m great! Daddy and I even got another dog for Charlie so that he wouldn’t be alone anymore.”

Laughing slightly, you remarked, “Well isn’t that sweet of you to do!! By the way, where’s your Daddy, did he not drop you off–?”

“Her Daddy is right here.” a voice said teasingly as you looked up, scoffing a little as Jimin winked at you playfully. Your eyes quickly wandered to the cut on his lip, which to your surprise had seemed to be healing, making you sigh in relief.

Getting up, you patted Jieun’s back and motioned her to go and put away her stuff in her cubby before walking up to Jimin. Motioning to his face, you said softly, “You’re looking better. How did you manage to explain this to Jieun?”

Jimin chuckled as his eyes fell on his little girl who was humming along to a random tune as she walked around the classroom, mindlessly.

“I told her that when she was asleep, her dad went on a mission to save a princess from an evil man, and then got hurt in the fight.” he said as his eyes flickered back to you, making you flush lightly at his words that made your heart flutter.

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Can I just say...

You guys, not gonna lie, I’m a decent amount disappointed with a number of you. Yana puts her heart and soul into her work and just because this theory was confirmed, you start leaving her?

That is a ridiculous concept to me. It’s okay to not like the idea of it but seriously, guys, trust in Yana that she has big plans for this. Don’t set Black Butler aside because this makes you uncomfortable, that’s what she’s TRYING to do. She wants to make us uncomfortable so the manga can take a turn.

This is hardly cliché. People are saying it is but let’s be honest. Yana executed the setup brilliantly. Hints as far back as the CIRCUS arc. She’s planned this for a while. And with how Black Butler has gone so far, this is a truly interesting turn. She constantly reminds us “Once something is truly lost, one can never get it back again.” Which is blown away by this new concept and that’s what she’s TRYING to do. Make it shocking because something that was so solid in the series, in real life, is blown out of the water. It’s supposed to distort us. It’s supposed to have us on edge.

You guys who are leaving the series behind because of this turn… You really didn’t have that much faith in the series to begin with, did you. You need to trust in Yana that she will take this to a most interesting length. Not only that but this has felt like such an important step in the series that there’s not a doubt in my mind that this will take our characters another step towards exacting Ciel’s revenge. And that’s exciting to begin with.

I’ve been hearing a lot from Japanese fans saying how ridiculous westerners have been taking this. And I couldn’t agree more, you guys. You have unrealistic expectations for a series that it always has to be satisfying, always has to fit your ideals. But that is never true. Yana took a leap with this one because she has plans. Because she knows what she’s doing. Because it’s HER series and not yours. This twist has opened so many doors that I don’t think all of you are thinking about. It has so much potential to be a true challenge to our young Earl who normally sits on top, always one step ahead with Sebastian by his side. This has put our boy in a completely different spot. Wait to see how this turns out. Wait to see where Yana takes this. Wait to see where Ciel ends up next.

Trust in Yana.

Cat Got Your Tongue Pt. 1 (M)

Word Count: 5,463

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: catboy!tae, comedy, fluff, eventual smut

Summary: When your boyfriend cheats on you you’re left heartbroken and lost all hope in relationships. Santa says you’ll find love soon, but what do you do when you’re beloved cat turns into a beautiful grown man?

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Same as the previous campaign but now transported to the far side of the world and on a mountain top. Having climbed to the peak we found an ancient temple and a LOT of harpies in the highest most chamber. We were holding out well at first, but it was getting progressively worse, and by this point we are in a LOT of trouble.

DM to my wife “…and that brings you down to 4 health”

Me OOC “Is there a way i can replicate what we did in that mine? I could cover you two with my body while bringing the roof down on the remaining harpies.”

DM looks at me with an expression of defeat “Yes, technically if you were to combine the ring with the Sorcerer’s Enlarge person it should work just fine, but dont forget she’s having really bad luck with her Wild Magic.”

During the last few encounters every spell cast involved her activating it with a range of effects from turning water to blood and her speaking with pink bubbles.

Me OOC “Ill risk it.”

Me: Activates my ring “Raji, hit me with Enlarge person then both of you get under me!”

DM rolls for Wild Magic, it comes, and then

DM “No, no no no, NO!” Keeps rolling dice and checking notes.

Everyone “Oh god, are we all dead?”

DM “Roll dex saves to get under her”

Everyone passes the saves as the DM goes to get a drink refill and a moment later comes back white as a sheet.

After a moment my wife asked what was wrong. “…that potion of hers is still active, she just turned off the ring.”

Me “Wait wait.. so.. what size class am i becoming?”

DM reveals due to their alterations to the potion’s ability to multiply the effects of spells being added to the imbiber in successive increasing amounts, the still lingering effects, as well as a wild magic cast of growth, on top of my ring AND the newly cast Enlarge Person. “Large, To Huge, to Colossal, to.. Titanic i guess.. i.. no its PAST that.. like EIGHT freaking classes effectively… your now HALF the size of the mountain. The biggest mountain… but like.. you are now a good 6 miles tall.”

The party had been laughing pretty hard as i pointed out that i still had an action left this turn.

Me “I stomp onto the mountain and leave a footprint, (Note i am not wearing boots.) and next to it ‘write my name was here.’ ”

The DM has pretty much given up at this point, “Okay! Okay okay, you demolished the mountain and in its place you leave… a mile wide Draconic pawprint… lake. Anything else?”

Me IC to the party sitting on me.. somewhere “Now THATS how you leave an impression!”

What if He Freaks? (B. Barnes x Reader)

Word Count: 2386

Warnings: smut, daddy kink.

A/N: I didn’t read this over, please point out any mistakes.

Steve had ushered you, Natasha and Wanda up to your room, telling you to “bond” and “relax” he was literally like the scolding parent. You all agreed that it would be nice to have a girls night and as most sleepovers go, you ended up drunk talking about your love lives and your impossible crushes.

Wanda was going on about Vis and how certain things would work, while you and Natasha were talking about Steve and Bucky, the dynamic duo.

“So, Natasha, if could sleep with either Steve or Bucky, who would you pick?” Natasha had to think, but she ended up picking Steve as you thought she would. Both your heads turned to Wanda, who blushed profusely.

“I’m spoken for.” She said, her light accent slipping towards the end of her sentence. Natasha wasn’t fazed, but you were momentarily shocked.

“I knew you and Vision had suppressed feelings, but you’re together now?!” She laughed and nodded and you smacked her arm.

“Tell me sooner next time, yeah?”

“What about you Y/N?” You had to think.

“Steve.” You answered after much thought.
“I feel like he’d be better. Bucky has been through… too much, he’d be … nervous.” You finished.

There was a pause and then Nat spoke up.
“I feel like Bucky has a Daddy kink.”

You nearly spit out your drink at the thought.

“Now, I really wanna call him Daddy, but what if he freaks out.” You said, recovering.

Both Wanda and Nat were laughing at the idea of the Winter Soldier freaking out over a silly nickname, but it was a serious concern. What if you called him Daddy as a joke and he got mad.

Why should you care? You decided you would do it.

“Alright alright, Y/N, truth or dare?” Wanda asked. You smirked, feeling brave.

“Dare.” The two girl exchanged looks and you knew you’d made a bad decision

“I dare you to ask Steve out.” You sighed in relief.

“Oh that’s not so bad.”

“With Bucky there, and you have to be flirty about it.”

“Well that’s a little bit worse, but I’ll do it.” They both watched you expectantly.
“N-not right now! Guys it’s two am!” You scolded. It was time to sleep, you’d all be nursing light hangovers in the morning, or afternoon, depending on when you woke.

None of you had hangovers as bad as you’d expected, except Wanda, who woke suddenly and rushed to the bathroom. After Wanda cleaned up and took some Advil she looked at you with pleading eyes.

“You should ask Steve out to dinner tonight, it’s Saturday and neither of you have any plans.” You agreed seeing as it was the only way to get the girls to leave you alone.

Your little trio took the lift down to the kitchen and you immediately spotted Steve and Bucky talking. You plastered a flirtatious smile on your face and walked over to the two soldiers.

“Hey Steve, can I talk to you for a moment?”
Both boys glanced at you for a moment before Steve answered.

“Of course Y/N. What’s up?”

“Are you free tonight, I was hoping you’d accompany me to dinner?” The intimidating super soldier was momentarily flustered.

“Y-you mean like a date?” Your smile brightened.

“Yeah, like a date.” He nodded.

“I’d love to. Uhm, I’ll come pick you up at 6?”

“That’s perfect.” You turned to the girls who were pretending not to listen. You sat at the table and they both pryed you for details. You answered all of their questions until eventually, they left you alone. You took the stairs this time, taking your time going back to your room. It was almost six and you needed at LEAST 15 minutes to get ready for your date. You didn’t bother showering, you had done that this morning, but you did put on makeup. You threw on the dress Nat had laid out for you and admired the finished product. You looked stunning.

Steve was on time, as you’d expected. What you didn’t expect was for him to be the perfect gentleman, he even brought you flowers. He held the door to your car after insisting that he drive because he already picked a restaurant.

When you arrived, Steve ran around the car to let you out, against your protests. He even linked your arm with his.

“For someone with no experience with girls, you’re surprisingly good at this.” His face flushed red and he thanked you, obviously pleased that you approved.

The date went smoothly, since you were already friends you discussed missions (wow what a great date topic) and your lives. You honestly had a great time and you were pretty sure Steve did too.
Since you didn’t have an apartment for him to drop you at, he walked you to the door to your room. You both stopped and turned to look at each other.
“I had a great time tonight Y/N, thank you for taking me out.”

“Oh, it’s no problem, I had fun too.”
He looked down at you and stepped forward, taking your hip and pulling youa bit closer, he leaned down and captured your lips in a soft kiss. You kissed back a bit harder, telling him it was okay. When you realized what was happening, you pushed him away.
“I’m sorry Steve, I-I can’t. I have to go.” You hung your head and retreated into your room. You stripped from your dress and put on shorts and a sweater.
You couldn’t sleep, you were tossing and turning, but you felt really bad. You tossed your blankets off and walked to your desk, taking parchment and a pen. You couldn’t just leave Steve hanging, so you wrote him a note.
Hey Steve, I had a great time last night and that kiss was great, but I don’t like you as anything more than a friend. I’m sorry that I lead you on like that and I hope we can stay friends.
From Y/N

You walked the hall, following the familiar path to Steve’s room. You slipped the paper under his door and made your way downstairs, maybe some tea would help you sleep.

You were relieved that no one was in the kitchen, otherwise you’d have to explain what had happened on your date. You grabbed a tea bag out of the box on the counter and put some water in the kettle. As high tech as Tony’s kitchen was, you preferred to do things the old fashioned way.
You were fiddling with the tea bag and almost jumped out of your skin when you looked up. Bucky was standing in the door frame. You cocked your eyebrow at him.

“What are you doing up?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” He said quietly. You moved out of his way so he could grab an apple from the fruit bowl behind you.

“How was your date?” He questioned, eyeing you out of the corner of his eye.

“I don’t know, I had a great time, but I don’t think I like Steve like that. I think I have feelings for someone else” Bucky halted his actions.

“But you kissed him?” Your face flushed red.

“You saw?” His jaw clenched.

“Yeah. You don’t like Steve because you have feelings for someone else, who would that be?” Your eyes widened a fraction and you flushed red, stuttering to find an answer. You couldn’t outright say it was him, that’d be too embarrassing. So instead you stuttered to find and answer.

Bucky smirked and you flushed even harder because it was evident that he knew.

“Oh c'mon, it’s just me, doll, nothing to be nervous about.” He took a step closer and your heart stopped.

“You can tell me.” He said, stepping closer and placing a hand on your waist. You back into the counter, your face was the color of flame and you couldn’t find the words to speak.

The kettle broke into a whistle and the air rushed back to you, you ducked out of Bucky’s constricting grasp and spun to grab your cup. You had your back turned to him, pouring the boiling water over the tea bag, you couldn’t believe how much you were shaking and you nearly dropped the cup when Bucky’s hand was placed over yours to help steady you. You placed the pot back on the stove and leaned on the counter, facing the man with the metal arm.

The smirk he gave you spoke volumes and you tried to smile back.

“I’ll just be going then, back to bed.” He said, turning on his heel. You debated whether or not to call after him, you wanted company, especially if it was his.
“Wait.” You called at his retreating figure.
“Stay.” You said, barely suppressing a whimper.

“Now that’s what I wanted to hear.” He said, his voice deep and gravely. He turned back around and walked towards you, he took the mug gently from your hand, placing it on the table a few feet away.

“Hey! I was drinking that!” I scolded.

“You’re not anymore.” He stated with finality. The dominance in his voice had the heat pooling between your legs and you knew you were done for.

He positioned himself between your legs and brought his hand to your waist, pulling you flush against him. You gasped at the sudden contact, almost loosing your footing. He brought his other hand up to steady you and slowly leaned down. He stopped when his lips brushed yours, asking for permission. You leaned up into him, giving him all the permission he needed. The second your lips touched he trailed his hands down your back until they were resting on the backs of your legs. A sign for you to jump. You did as he asked and he hoisted you up, hooking your legs around his hips. A soft moan escaped your lips when he attached his lips to the sensitive spot on your neck.

“We can’t do this here, sugar, let’s take this to my room.” He suggested. Words failed you, so you nodded, detatching yourself from him and taking his hand instead.

You abandoned your tea and walked hand in hand with Bucky down the corridor in complete silence, you didn’t need words. He was rubbing comforting circles over your knuckles.

He opened his door gently, making sure not to wake the whole tower. You smirked to yourself and slamed the door behind you, pushing him up against the door and capturing his lips with his own.

He gasped at your sudden dominance, grabbing your hips and pulling you flush against him.

He slid his hand up under your sweater and you raised your arms for him. He threw it across the room and then followed it with his own shirt.

He only let you marvel at his body for a moment before he brought himself back to you, picking you up. He carried you to the bed and dropped you, taking a step back to admire you.

“You look so good laying there for me, doll. Take your shorts off.”

You did as you were told, stripping yourself of the constricting garment. He watched your every movement with lust-filled eyes. He dropped his pants in one fluid movement, stepping out of them.
Your eyes dropped to the massive bulge in his pants and you heard him laugh. He straddled your hips, trailing kisses from your neck down.  You tangled your fingers in his hair and pulled his face back you yours, kissing him passionately.

One hand dropped from his hair to his boxers as you palmed him through the fabric, he groaned and you could feel him twitching beneath your touch.

“Fuck doll, you gotta stop” you did as you were told, instead, pulling down his boxers and wrapping your small hand around his cock. He inhaled sharply, tensing under your touch. He pulled your hand away and for a moment you were discouraged.

He laid a chaste kiss on your cheek and whispered in your ear.

“You first.” The bed shifted as he got off, kneeling next to the end. He adjusted you so that your legs were around his neck.

“I like this view.” He added and you blushed at the comment, choosing not to answer. He placed a kiss on your clothed core, causing you to buck your hips upwards. He laughed and removed your panties, placing another kiss, but this time he held your hips in place. He licked his way from your entrance to your clit, nibbling on the bundle of nerves.

His eyes never once left your face, when you moaned his name he stopped, you groaned at the loss of contact and opened your eyes. Bucky had a stern look on his face.
“What’d wrong Buck?’ You questioned.

“That’s not my name tonight. You call me ‘Daddy’, understand?” The combination of his deep voice and the dominance had you shell shocked.

“Y-yes Daddy.” You ignored the embarrassment of him obviously overhearing you and instead enjoyed his praise. He went to work on your chest, massaging your hardened nipples with both hands.

“Do you like that doll?”

“Yes, Daddy, please, more.” You begged.

“Oh don’t worry, I’m not done yet.”

He lined himself up with your entrance and slid himself into you. You gasped, adjusting to his size. He paused a moment, letting you adjust before he pulled out, slamming back into you not a second later. He transitioned between soft and hard, looking for your g spot, when he hit it you moaned his name, loudly.

“Tell Daddy how much you love to feel him slamming into you”

“I love it Daddy, please, harder."  He groaned and slammed into you at an alarming rate, both of you were chasing your high. The sound of your moans and the slapping of skin resonated through the empty room. The bubble that had been building in your stomach popped and you bucked your hips upward, screaming Bucky’s name. Not long after you felt the warmth if his seed on your stomach and his body collapsing next to you. You both sat, catching your breath.

Bucky spoke up in the silence.

"Let’s get you cleaned up, baby girl.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

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IS THERE GONNA BE A SECOND PART OF THE OTHER GIRL??? PLEASE SAY YES

Author’s note: YES!!! You can read part one here 

The Other Girl part 2

The hell?

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, trying to avoid Zen’s glare. His scarlet eyes narrowed as you squirmed.

Just ignore him… ignorehimignorehimignorehimignore

“MC?”

“Him-Ah, I-I mean, what?”

Crap, I’m not crying again, am I?

“…I asked if you invited Allergy to the next party,” Seven leaned forward, slightly tilting his head. His eyes softened, silently asking if everything was okay.

You gave him a reassuring smile. “Yeah, I sent an-”

“MC, can you help me with something in the kitchen?”

Zen moved his petite girlfriend off his lap and stood up. He walked out of the room without an answer.

I guess I don’t have much of a choice…

You sunk farther back into your chair and closed your eyes.

Maybe I can pretend I didn’t hear him.

“MC, aren’t you going to help him?”

You gritted your teeth and slowly stood.

“I guess I will, Yoosung.”

As you walked away, Yoosung ‘hmph’ed.

“Who spit in her coffee this morning,” he muttered.

Life. Life spit in my coffee.

You peeked your head into the kitchen.

“Zen?”

“Over here.”

Zen looked over at you, the familiar glare returning to his face.

Oh my gosh-

“-What the hell is your problem?”

Zen continued to stare at you, completely ignoring your question. The kitchen light above you flickered, and the low hum of the refrigerator filled the heavy silence.

“I don’t have to put up with this.”

As you turned away, a warm hand grabbed your wrist.

“Wait.”

Slowly, Zen pulled you back in front of him. He closed his eyes and sighed.

You looked down at the iron grip he had on your wrist, and then back up to his face.

Seriously? First he acts like some angsty teenager, giving me the silent treatment, and now I can’t even leave?

The burning in your chest overwhelmed you, rage bubbling up inside every inch of your body.

Okay, okay, I need to calm down. 

You looked down at your shoes, trying to remember what Seven told you before the party.

Seven placed both his hands on your shoulders. “Okay, MC, listen up. I’m about to give you some grade A wisdom!”

You sighed and tilted your head. “What is it this time?”

“If you ever feel too overwhelmed just count to ten!”

“…Huh?”

“You know… one, two, three-”

“I-I know how to count,” you playfully pushed him away, “but does that really work? I mean, is that what you do?”

“No, I just push away the people I love and dig myself into a hole of self-hatred.”

“Anddddd, why can’t I do that??”

“Because,” Seven patted the top of your head, “I care about you too much to let you do that.”

Zen let out a heavy sighed, bringing you back to reality. 

Counting to ten, huh? Alright… I’ll try your way first.

You let out a breath and looked back up at Zen. He opened his eyes, loosening the grip on your wrist.

One.

Zen moved closer to you, his eyes trained on your face.

Two.

Your back hit the counter, trapping you between the wall and him.

Three.

His cold eyes turned soft, and the smile you had grown to love appeared on his face once again.

Four.

You heart was beating so loud you could’ve sworn he heard it.

Five.

He let go of your wrist, slowly moving his hand up to your cheek.

Six.

The world around you stopped. Your stomach flipped, and you mentally cursed at your now flushed face.

Seven.

Zen’s eyes looked down at your lips, his hand slowly pulling your face toward him.

Eight.

You held your breath.

Nine.

He leaned in to close the gap.

Ten.

“S-Stop.”

Zen’s warm and ragged breath tickled your nose. Your eyes wandered up to look into his red ones, his faces only centimeters away.

Despite everything your heart was telling you, you pulled away. Your back hit the cold counter again and you winced, readjusting your stance. You leaned against the wall and stared at the white tile floor, avoiding the confused look Zen was giving you. He cleared his throat.

“I thought-”

“That was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.”

You bit your lip, failing to hold back the tears already streaming down your face. You looked up at Zen through blurry eyes. “You have a girlfriend… you didn’t choose me, you chose her.”

Your voice felt distant and unfamiliar. Slowly, you began losing control of your surroundings. The world-

No.

Your world came crashing down. In one short burst of courage, you pushed past him.

“Can’t I love both of you?”

Those words stopped you in your tracks.

I’m such an idiot.

Everything felt cold and numb. Without turning around, you spoke up.

“Are you really so selfish as to keep dragging me along like some kind of… kind of… cat toy?”

Despite the situation, you smiled.

Jumin would be ecstatic right now.

You felt a hand on your shoulder.

“I’m not selfish, I just don’t want you to end up with… anyone else.”

“That’s the definition of selfish!! And who the hell else would I-”

That’s when it clicked. That’s when everything clicked.

Zen’s glaring.

Seven’s kindness.

Your feelings.

You shrugged off Zen’s hand and opened the door to the living room.

“MC, please just… wait!”

But you were done waiting. You stormed out of the kitchen, Zen on your heels.

I finally understand now.

“There they are, we’ve been waiting! We’re gonna play charades.”

Jaehee smiled at you and Zen, oblivious to the fight that had just occurred in the kitchen.

“MC, pleaseeee be on my team!! I’ll be your best frienddddd!!!!”

Zen’s stare burned holes in the back of your head and you heard him audibly scoff.  Seven stood up and smiled at you, extending one hand toward you.

Seven…

In one big swoop, you grabbed his hand and pulled him toward you. You placed a hand on the back of his neck, connecting your lips with his.

It didn’t take long for him to react. He cupped your chin, deepening the kiss. When the two of you pulled apart, you were both out of breath.

You wiped your mouth, sending a cold glare Zen’s way. When you looked back at Seven he was as red as his hair.

“I-I thought you liked-“

You leaned your forehead against his.

“I like you, Seven. It just took one selfish prick,” you glanced back at Zen, “to help me figure that out.”

Seven gave you a goofy smile and-oh no…

“SevEN PUT ME DOWN!! D-Don’t spin me, I’M GONNA HURL!”

He laughed as he released you from his giant bear hug, plopping you back on the ground. You grabbed his arm for balance.

After you re-orientated yourself, you looked back at the shocked group.

“So… charades?”

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Characters- Dean x Reader, Sam
Summary- Dean comes back from a witch hunt not quite himself. You do your best to help, and hope that it’s enough.
Word Count- 1,889
Warnings- Angst, Fluff, Language.
Beta- @jpadjackles  **re-edited**
A/N- Prompt: ‘Caught Up In You’ by 38 Special Requested by @anon. I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! Also, thank you all so much for 2.5k followers! I love y’all so much <3


As you crouch in front of the open passenger door, you look over the man in the bench seat. The man you see is far removed from the usual Dean Winchester you knew. He’s eerily quiet, sitting stiffly as he stares, unseeing, out of the windshield. The impala is parked in the bunker’s garage, but he just sits there, motionless, except for the occasional lethargic blink.

When Sam and Dean came back from their hunt, you expected them to be in one of two moods. The first and most preferred was the giddy excitement of a job well done, beers and pie all around. The second was less desired, the quiet thoughtfulness of a rough hunt.

Right now you would take the quiet over this.

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Summary: Newt sets his rules straight and claims what’s rightfully his.

A/N: Short, filler imagine. Life’s been throwing a lot at me, hope y’all understand.

“So you’re telling me that she’s the only girl here in the middle of sixty or so boys?” Thomas was baffled. He frowned. “Isn’t that kind of hard for her? Y’know…”

“I guess,” Newt shrugged. “I hope not.”

Thomas gave him a confused look, to which Newt sighed.

“I make it quite clear to the others that if they do anything of the slightest that makes her feel comfortable, I’ll have their heads,” Newt spoke of it like it was the most normal thing ever.

“She seems to be really important to you.” Thomas muttered, eyeing his moonshine.

“She’s my life,” Newt said almost immediately. ”I’d fight off whatever buggin’ touches her if that’s what it bloody takes to keep her alive.”

As if on cue, you take a seat beside Newt, waving shyly at Thomas.

“Hi, Thomas,” you smile at him, wrapping your arms around Newt.

“Hi, Y/N.” he smiled.

“How’s the Glade so far? Has Gally gotten to you yet?” you teased.

“Nah.” he looked down, uncertain of what he should say. “I sure hope he doesn’t.”

You laughed. “Gally may be intimidating, but he’s a teddy bear inside.”

Newt spoke up. “That’s only when he’s around you, love.” and you were reminded of the subtle but constant conflict between Gally and your boyfriend.

“He’ll come around.” you replied, leaning on Newt’s shoulder.

“You tired?” Newt looked at you.

“I know you are,” you smiled, reaching out to stroke his cheek. “You should stop fussing over the Glade too much.”

“I’ll stop when the shanks get their klunk together.” Newt huffed, turning to Thomas. “I’ll take this one to bed before things get crazy.”

You pouted. “Oh, please. Minho hasn’t even started yet!”

“You are not going to watch Minho get drunk, Y/N.” Newt stood up and pulled you up with him.

“I’ll say good night to Minnie, at least.” you pleaded, to which Newt nodded and sat back beside Thomas.

“Minho’s the closest thing Y/N has to a brother,” Newt explained. “He’s good for her. He likes to have fun with her but he also knows when it isn’t bloody safe anymore. He takes care of her when I’m not around.”

Thomas nodded. “I can tell why you all like her so much.”

Newt chuckled. “Well, off I go. If I don’t go to her now, she’ll never leave his side.”

“Alright.”

Newt turned his back to Thomas and was about to limp away when Thomas spoke up.

“Newt?”

“Yeah?”

“Take care of her, okay? Don’t break her heart.”

Newt smiled sadly at him “If anything, she could break my heart by simply smiling.”

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Y/N: Sorry this one’s kinda short, I just did a little drabble (but it’s longer than a series chapter) let me know if you want a part two maybe and I’ll whip something up ok love you guys!!! And btw some of these requests I’ve been getting lately are super amazing I love em I love you xoxo

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Hi! Can I request a josh dun x reader where they’re at the Grammys and Josh goes with her and he is very happy to show her girlfriend to the world? Please 😁

*female reader

Staring at yourself in the mirror, you examined your dress, your makeup, your hair, everything about you. You had to look perfect. There would be millions of people watching you, eyes fixed on you, giving you the title of the girlfriend belonging to the one and only Joshua William Dun of Twenty One Pilots. And completely honest, you were not ready at all. Josh was handsome and hot and talented and famous and you were, well, you. Your smile faded away as you looked at yourself in the mirror, trying to take a deep breath and search for that lost self-confidence, closing your eyes and beginning to tell yourself you looked just fine when you felt two arms wrap around you, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your neck before resting on your shoulder and whispering in your ear. “You look absolutely gorgeous, y/n,” Josh murmured quietly before placing a quick kiss on your cheek. “Damn I don’t think I’m going to let you leave the house looking like that.”

“Whatever,” you giggled, turning around and looking up at him, both of you sharing a rather passionate kiss. When you pulled away, you stared into your eyes. “Really? I look okay?”

“Okay?” he raised his eyebrows. “You look absolutely stunning.”

“You sure?” you insisted.

“I swear,” he chuckled. “Gosh, I have to give it to Jenna, you do look really amazing in yellow.” It had been Tyler’s idea for the two of you to wear bright yellow dresses to match Josh’s new hair. While you seemed a little skeptical at first, Jenna insisted, saying it complimented your eyes, and even dragged you out to a shop for the day to go searching for the perfect one for you.

“The dress looks like Belle’s from Beauty and the Beast,” you nodded, twirling around in it once, the fabric flowing around your legs and Josh’s smile grew even wider.

“Exactly,” he grinned. “You’re a princess.”

“More like the beast,” you teased.

“Oh shut up,” he rolled his eyes, pulling you into a huge hug. “I’m not lying when I say you look like the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“You’re too kind,” you smirked. “Now come on. Let’s hurry over there and kick butt! I bet you’re going to win more than one!”

“We’re lucky if we win one,” he laughed. “But I agree, we should head over.”

When you were both driving to the venue, you could feel something was off. Josh kept biting his lower lip, knuckles turning white because he was clenching the steering wheel too hard, or constantly darting his eyes around nervously. “You okay, babe?” you raised an eyebrow, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Huh?” he whipped his head around to look at you when he reached a stop light. “I’m okay.”

“You look nervous as hell,” you softened your eyes.

“I am,” he admitted. “I’m scared to death.”

“Don’t worry,” you soothed. “You look amazing, your music sounds amazing, and you guys are amazing. I know you’ll win.”

“Yeah, but everyone will be staring at me,” he mumbled. “A million eyes all watching me if I go up on that stage. Even if I don’t. I have this bright yellow hair and these gages and-”

“And they’re all tiny reasons that add up to why I love you,” you reminded.

“I feel like I’m going to look like a fool,” Josh whispered. “I mean, I already do in this tuxedo and bowtie.”

“Don’t say that,” you argued. “You look like Prince Charming. Perfect for a princess like me, right?”

“Right,” he smiled. “I just don’t want to mess up.”

“Sometimes I wish I could just punch your anxiety in the face,” you frowned.

“Yeah,” he sighed. “Me too.”

“Look sweetie, you’re going to do absolutely amazing,” you reassured. “And besides, I’ll be right there beside you. Got it?”

“Definitely,” he nodded, turning into a parking spot. “I don’t know what I’d do without you. Gosh, I can’t even believe we got this far.”

“I’m so proud of you guys,” you beamed.

“We’re just two guys from Columbus, Ohio. We were literally just playing in front of handfuls of people in a basement and now we’re selling out Madison Square Garden, being televised nationally, and now we have a chance at winning a Grammy. That’s absolutely insane,” he sighed, parking the car and staring at you. “I don’t even know how it happened.”

“I’m so happy for you,” you kissed him on the lips. “Ready to add another accomplishment to that long list?”

“You bet,” he agreed.

When you arrived, there was already plenty of people there. Luckily, you hadn’t spotted anyone else wearing such a bold shade of yellow, and it made you excited and happy. It wasn’t long before a teenage boy was running up to Josh, huge smile plastered on his face. “Hey, uh, I was wondering if maybe I could get an autograph, please?” he wondered, grinning up at Josh. “I’ve been listening to your music for years. I’m a huge fan.”

“Absolutely,” Josh nodded, receiving the marker and piece of paper he handed him.

“So who’s this lucky lady?” the boy asked.

“Oh, y/n?” Josh laughed, tugging you right at his side and wrapping an arm around your waist. “This is my lovely girlfriend.”

“Sweet,” the boy grinned. “She’s very pretty.”

“Isn’t she?” Josh beamed. “You know, before we came here she was being all flustered acting like she didn’t look good in this dress. Can you believe that?”

“Josh,” you turned red, stifling a chuckle.

“You guys are the perfect couple,” the boy laughed. “Thanks so much for the autograph, Josh.”

“No problem,” he reassured. He ran away happily and you slapped Josh on the arm.

“Why’d you say that?” you joked.

“What? Say that you’re beautiful?” he raised an eyebrow. “Because you are.”

“Flirt,” you smirked. “Come on, let’s go look for Jenna and Tyler.”

“Wait! Joshua Dun!” an interviewer raced up to the two of you, microphone in hand, a camera crew following close behind. “My name is Stacey. I’m a reporter here tonight, I was wondering if you would be open to sharing about the lovely lady you brought with you tonight possibly? She isn’t a familiar face, but she definitely will be remembered after tonight. That’s a lovely dress dear.”

“Thanks,” you blushed.

“This is y/n, she’s my girlfriend,” Josh presented you and thrust out his hands, waving them up and down as if he was selling a product or showing a prize on a gameshow. “She’s the only award I need tonight.”

“How sweet,” Stacey gushed. She shook Josh and your hand and then grinned back at the camera. “Look at these two love birds.”

“Love birds indeed,” he chuckled, giving you a kiss on the cheek. “But I think it’s time for us to fly away now.”

“Oh yes, you two run along. I think Tyler and Jenna are over by the red carpet,” she informed. “Good luck tonight!”

“Thanks so much,” Josh responded, linking his arm with yours and plastering on a smile. “Come on my little chickadee, we’ve got a lot more stuff to do before we win that Grammy.”

“Chickadee?” you giggled. “You’re awfully cheerful now.”

“I’ve got good vibes,” he shrugged. “Oh look! There’s Tyler and Jenna!”

“Where?” your eyes instantly darted around in search of the matching bright yellow, and when you saw her, your face lit up. “Goddammit she looks like a Queen.”

“You look better,” he whispered in your ear with a sly smile as you approached them both. You were about to protest but Josh was already unlinking his arm from yours, engulfing Tyler in a huge hug, and Jenna approached you with a huge grin.

“Oh my goodness gracious, y/n!” Jenna exclaimed. “You look like you just stepped out of a fairy tale, sweetheart.”

“Me?” you laughed. “Look at you!”

“She looks smoking,” you could hear Tyler whisper to Josh. “I could barely breathe when she walked out of the bedroom.”

“I know, same here,” Josh agreed in a low murmur. “She didn’t even notice me staring at her from the doorway. Dude, I was floored.”

“I don’t know but I think we should start doing more of these Grammy things if they’re going to look as hot as this,” Tyler teased.

“Hey!” Jenna snapped, giving him a playful tug on the ear. “You boys should work on your whispering skills. We can hear everything.”

“Then that just means you’ll know how much we think you look so freaking sexy tonight,” Tyler smirked, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her closer. “Right, babe?”

“Sure,” she rolled her eyes, planting her lips on his for a kiss. A couple flashes went off and Josh chuckled.

“Come on guys,” he laughed. “Let’s keep the PDA to a minimum.”

“Shut up,” Tyler narrowed his eyes when he pulled away from the kiss, squeezing Jenna’s hand before letting go. “I bet you guys are going to be all over each other by the time we sit down.”

“It’s the Grammys,” Josh argued. “We have to be well behaved.”

“Well behaved,” Tyler scoffed. “Like that’s something we know how to do.”

“You’re being so silly,” Jenna sighed.

“Just wait until we take our pants off,” Tyler winked. “Then it will get real.”

“What?” you and Jenna both exclaimed at the same time.

“Nothing,” Tyler reassured. “Just a joke.”

“It better be,” Jenna warned.

“Sure…” Josh smirked, leaving both of you curious of what the hell that meant.

anonymous asked:

I love your writing! Can you write a harry imagine where he wakes up one morning feeling really sick and not well at all but he doesn't want to disappoint his fans and cancel a show just from sickness so he carries about his day not telling you he's feeling ill but you can tell something is off and harry is being really weird and clingy and looks sick.. eventually he feels so bad that he has to tell you? Thanks!

Not Just Allergies

You had your suspicions the night before. He had collapsed onto the couch with a warm cup of tea after he’d gotten home, and had remained mostly quiet as you cooked dinner and went about your daily activities. You’d even caught him dozing off on the couch a few times, only to be startled awake and claim he was only resting his eyes when you came into the room.

Later that night, you curled up with him on the couch to watch the episodes of your favorite show you’d missed throughout your busy weeks. He rested his head on your shoulder, letting you hold him. It was when he fell asleep, only twenty minutes into the first episode, that you thought something might be wrong.

You sighed and quickly paused the episode, pressing the home button on your phone and seeing that it was barely past 8 o'clock. Harry usually wasn’t one to go to bed this early, especially not when he knew he’d be spending the night cuddling with you on the couch and stealing kisses from your lips every time you fast-forwarded through commercials.

You rubbed his arm, trying to wake him up slowly so you could make sure he was feeling alright and find some kind of medicine if he wasn’t. He groggily opened his eyes, looking up at you with exhaustion clear on his face.

“Is everything okay?” You asked quietly, as Harry squinted at the soft light of the lamp in the room. He yawned, tipping his head back and stretching his achy limbs.

“M’ fine. I think I’m going to head up to bed, though.”

Your eyebrows narrowed, rubbing his back as he slowly escaped from your grasp and began to sit up.

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay? It’s still early.” You pried; the sun had barely set and the dishes from dinner were freshly sitting in the sink. On a normal day, it would be at least a few more hours until you started thinking about going to sleep. He nodded convincingly, standing up off the couch and adjusting the sweatpants on his waist.

“Just tired, that’s all. I’ve been busy.” He assured you, leaning down to kiss your temple gently.

“Finish the episode, don’t worry about coming up with me. Love you.”

You heard his footsteps fade as he made his way up the stairs, and you were left to flip through a few channels on the television until you could find something to entertain yourself with. It wasn’t long before you ended up watching some reruns, and it had barely been over an hour when you found yourself too bored to pay attention any longer. So you slowly trudged upstairs, and peeked into the bedroom before heading to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

Harry was practically hidden under the sheets, in a different way than usual. It was common for him to get tangled in the blankets while he tossed and turned throughout the night, but this time Harry had piled up layers of warm fleece on top of his body until he was practically unrecognizable beneath them. You frowned as you walked quietly into the bedroom, slipping into some pajamas and and curling up on your side of the bed, careful not to get too close in case your suspicions were correct and he was getting sick.

The next morning, you woke up to the sounds of drawers being opened and shut clumsily and you weren’t surprised to see Harry fumbling around as he tried to get ready for whatever he had on his schedule that day.

“Good morning.” You yawned, craning your neck upwards to watch him slip a shirt over his freshly showered body.

As he turned towards you, you sat up straighter to get a better look at his face. There were dark bags under his eyes, despite the fact that he’d gotten more than enough sleep, and his skin looked ghostly white. His body moved with a certain slowness, it looked like he was contemplating every step as if his body couldn’t hold him up.

He mumbled a quiet ‘good morning’ in return, rubbing his eyes miserably as he fought off the urge to fall back into the mattress and go back to sleep. You slowly got off the bed, and walked to where he was gathering a few things from the chair where he’d slung a few shirts the night before.

“Hey, mister, I think you’re sick. You’d better stay in and rest today.” You advised.

He flinched away when you reached to press your palm against his forehead, not wanting you to feel the warmth that indicated his temperature. He didn’t know for sure if he was running a fever, but based on the way he felt, he wouldn’t be surprised if it was much higher than normal.

“I’m okay. I feel fine.” He protested, making an effort to stand up straighter and appear like he wasn’t about to double over from his pounding headache and sore limbs. You raised your eyebrows, not believing for a second that he was actually okay. But you left him alone for a few seconds, while you shut the bathroom door behind you to brush your teeth.

When you came back out, Harry had slipped a sweater on over his t-shirt and pulled the sleeves down so they covered his hands.

“Baby, it’s warm outside.”

It was obvious at this point that you were concerned. Meanwhile, he was trying to convince himself that he was alright so he could convince you too.

“I’m just a bit chilly, that’s all. The water was cold in the shower this morning.”

You didn’t believe him for a second, but you knew how stubborn he could be, especially when he had something to get done. You followed him down the stairs and watched him pour himself a cup of black coffee, gulping it down and wincing when the hot liquid burned against his sore throat.

“Harry.”

“I’m fine.”

He gave you an unconvincing smile and patted your shoulder as he walked past you to grab his bag by the door.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay home? I’ll get some blankets on the couch and we can watch a movie. I can start some tea right now too if you-”

He cut you off when he stepped forward, placing both hands on your shoulders and forcing you to look up at his face looming over you. You could see that he just wasn’t himself; he looked completely exhausted and like he could fall apart at any second.

“I’m okay. I feel fine. I’m probably just having some kind of allergy thing, now that it’s spring. Please, baby, don’t give me that look.” He raised his eyebrows when you pouted at him. If there was any way of getting him to stay home, that was your last option.

He pulled away when you flicked your hand up and tried to reach for his forehead again; his reflexes were too quick. It was silly, really, because if there was nothing wrong with him, he’d have no problem with you pressing your hand against his forehead to judge his temperature. You knew he was hiding something, and he knew that you weren’t gullible enough to believe him when he said he was fine.

“Promise me you’ll come home if you feel too sick. I’ll come pick you up if I need to.” You gave in, rubbing his arm as you looked up at him in concern. He nodded, a small smile on his face as he took a step towards the door.

“I promise.”

You quickly hugged him goodbye, and he opted to press his lips against your cheek instead of kissing you. If there was any last confirmation you needed that he was sick, that was it. He would always give you a real kiss goodbye, which usually turned into a short make out session, before he left for the day.

As you busied yourself with things around the house, you couldn’t keep your mind from wandering to the way Harry was acting. You were starting to doubt yourself, thinking that maybe Harry really was just having a flare up of his allergies and there wasn’t anything to worry about. If that was the case, you felt bad for pressing the issue if there was never one to begin with. You’d hate to give him a hard time, but at least that way he knew you cared.

The hours ticked by slowly, and it felt like days had passed by the time you heard Harry’s keys twisting in the lock. Needless to say, you’d spent all day worrying if he was alright.

You tried to give him some space, and continued drying some dishes while you waited for him to kick off his boots and take off his jacket. However, you felt his arms wrap around you from behind sooner than you expected, and you turned around to see his sweatshirt still covering his body and his shoes still on his feet. His nose was red, his eyes looked puffy with exhaustion, and his face was even more pale than it had been that morning.

“Baby…” You cupped his cheek and he leaned into your warmth, closing his eyes in comfort and sniffling softly. You wanted so badly to say ‘I told you so’, but you knew that wasn’t what he needed to hear. He already knew you’d been right.

This time, he didn’t flinch away when you pressed your palm to his head and felt it burning under your touch. Instead, he looked you in the eyes, nearly begging for you to make him feel better. You’d heard it a million times that men were babies when they’re sick, and Harry was definitely no different. There were times when he was able to push past it and get on with his day, like he had that morning, but he always needed a warm pair of arms to hold him and take care of him at the end of the day.

“Go get out of those skinny jeans, okay? I’ll start the tea.” You smiled sympathetically and tried to turn around, but Harry wasn’t having it. He grabbed your wrist, holding your hand against his cheek and letting out a soft whine. Although you should’ve found it annoying, it only made you want to wrap him up in a blanket and cuddle him against your chest like the big baby he was.

“Sweetheart, just let me get the tea, okay? Once you get changed I won’t leave your side the rest of the night, I promise.”

He hesitated, but slowly backed away and trudged up the stairs to change. You got busy with the tea, thankful that he was moving slowly so you had enough time to finish before he returned.

You felt him next to you, his body radiating even more heat than usual, and he dropped his head against your shoulder as you poured some tea into a big mug.

“Good?” You asked, cautiously handing him the tea and looking up at him. He nodded slowly, muttering a soft 'thank you’.

“Let’s get you all comfy on the couch, okay? We can put on a movie if you want.”

He clung to your hand as you walked over to the couch, tightening his grip whenever you tried to pull away to do something. You managed to lay some blankets on the couch and fluff the pillows with only one hand, letting him hold onto you. You knew he must be feeling pretty bad if he was that clingy.

“Wanna be the little spoon.” He sniffled, looking at you with the most innocent expression you swore you were going to melt into a giant puddle on the carpet.

You nodded, laying down first and opening your arms, letting him snuggle his back against you. Propping your head up on some pillows so you could see over his broad back, you handed him the remote so he could pick a movie and let your hands rest over his stomach. The couch wasn’t big, and you were somewhat afraid he’d roll off the edge if he wasn’t pressed so close against you. You slung a warm blanket over you both as you felt him shiver and rubbed his arm gently. His body was stuck so tightly against you so you could feel his slightly labored breathing, and felt his chest rise with each sniffle and cough.

You pressed your lips to his head as he reached for your hand under the blanket. It wasn’t hard to tell that he wasn’t paying attention to the movie that was playing, especially when he flipped around in your arms so his face was nuzzled into your shoulder. With a loud sniffle, he sighed and clung to your body tighter.

“I don’t feel good at all.” He moaned.

You pouted and rubbed your hand over the soft fabric of his shirt, and kissed his forehead again.

“I know, baby. Try to get some sleep. I think it would help.” You whispered, pulling the blanket up slightly so his body was covered and warm.

“Don’t go.” He whined, clutching you tighter and coughing into your neck. You winced, picturing the germs splattering onto your skin, but you stayed as still as you could. You weren’t about to deny Harry comfort.

“I wont, I promise. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

He didn’t want to fall asleep, but it was getting hard to fight the urge when he was just so tired and you were so warm and comfy. With your arms around him and his body warm from the tea and blanket, he found it impossible to stay awake any longer.

You couldn’t even complain when his loud snores nearly burst your eardrums, because he was clearly exhausted and all he needed was your warmth and comfort to make things a little better.

Bruce's Will

The batkids find Bruce’s will one day and read it to see what they’re going to get when he dies. Dick is all “Cool, I get to be Batman again!” Tim is pleased to get the entire Wayne Enterprises corporation. Jason is psyched about getting the entire Justice League, Barbara gets leadership of Batman Incorporated, Cass gets all his trophies and the batcopter, and Damian gets the rest, which would be the manor, any of the other properties Bruce owns, most of his money, etc. And then Stephanie eagerly scans the will for her name, excited to see how much money she’s going to get, when…  

“BRUUUUUUCE!!!” She stomps angrily upstairs into Bruce’s study, screaming at the top of her lungs. She marches into the study and slams the door open loudly, Tim at her heels. “I’M NOT IN YOUR WILL????”

Bruce looks up, surprised. “Excuse me?" 

Stephanie stomps over, shoving the will in his face and screaming, "I THOUGHT I WAS YOUR HONORARY CHILD!!! I THOUGHT WE WERE FAMILY, AND YOU GO AHEAD AND DISGRACE ME LIKE THIS???" 

Tim tries to calm her down. "Stephanie, sweetie, I think you’re overreacting-" 

"SHUT UP, TIM, I AM TRYING TO BE ENRAGED RIGHT NOW! AND I SWEAR TO JESUS IF YOU TELL ME I’M OVERREACTING AGAIN I’M GOING TO PUNCH YOU RIGHT IN THE NECK.” She turns back to Bruce. “AND YOU! HOW COULD YOU LEAVE YOUR OWN DAUGHTER OUT OF YOUR WILL???" 

Bruce crosses his legs calmly, ignoring Tim’s frantic hand motions behind Steph’s back. "Stephanie, you do realize I’m not your actual father, right?" 

"WELL YEAH, BUT I THOUGHT WE HAD A GOOD HONORARY FAMILY THING GOING!! I DATE YOUR SON AND FORCE MYSELF INTO YOUR FAMILY, AND YOU ACT LIKE I ACTUALLY BELONG! THAT’S OUR THING!!!" 

Bruce sighs and massages his temples. "Fine fine fine, I’ll put you in the will you little banshee." 

”…Wait, seriously? Well that was easy. Okay, I want the Batcave.“ 

"That goes to Dick." 

"Oh. Fine then, I want Alfred." 

"He’s a person??" 

*huffs* "Well, what can I have then?" 

Bruce looks around the study until his eyes land on a lamp in the corner. "Uh… I can give you this lamp, I guess?" 

There’s a beat of silence as Steph stares at the lamp before finally grinning and shaking Bruce’s hand. "I’ll take it!" 

She happily skips out of the study with Tim in tow, leaving a starstruck Bruce behind them. "And that, Timmy my dear, is how you negotiate. Can’t wait until that old bastard dies and that lamp is mine!" 

"Um, Steph, you do know that’s just a dusty $20 lamp he bought on sale from Walmart, right?" 

"It’s the symbolism that counts, honey."