and if he holds a bit tight for a second to long no one comments on it

Red

I am FINALLY done with this. Hope you guys enjoy it, please let me know if you do, your comments are very much appreciated. Lots of love, B xx

Originally posted by hotsauceharry

Red.

It’s all he can see when he looks at you. It’s the color that paints your lips and it’s the only thing he’s been able to think about all night long.

When he picked you up earlier tonight, on your way to a dinner with a group of friends, his eyes had zoomed in on your lips the second you opened the car door to greet him - while you stepped inside and leaned in to say hello, placing a chaste and pert kiss on his cheek, his eyes followed your lips as you came closer.

“What color is that? Crimson? Bright red?” Is what he thinks, the shades of it swirling in his mind. He doesn’t know and he’s tempted to ask you but to do that was to show he’s been paying more attention to you than he’s got the right to and maybe it’d give you the wrong impression - he’s not interested in your lipstick but more on the way the color makes your lips look full and incredibly inviting.

Biting onto his bottom lip after greeting you quickly, his eyes fleet to his rear view mirror, spotting the patch of skin close to his jaw where you had placed your kiss - a lipstick mark remains, the shape of your lips stamped onto his skin in a bright shade of red.

The sight gave him goose bumps and he couldn’t explain why, but when you leaned forward on his front seat, the visor pulled down so you could look in the mirror and make sure your lipstick was not smudged, Harry felt his stomach sink - images of you on your knees, eyes hazy and lips swollen while you suck on his cock with greedy, swollen and red painted lips, leaving a stain on his length, invaded his mind without his permission and he feels his cock twitch in his pants, heat rising underneath his skin.

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The Customer

Summary: You have a one night stand with Sam and his monster cock. 4,000 words of pure porn.

Word Count: 3,900ish

Warning: So much smut, Sam’s monster cock, a little bit of dom!Sam if you squint

A/N: Yeah. This is porn. Enjoy. XOXO


Yeah, yeah. You’re breaking all your rules tonight.

But can anyone blame you?

Look at him.

And sure, you have a very important rule about customers being a no-fly zone, and you tend to find one night stands more awkward that satisfying. But seriously.

Look. At. Him.

Even your coworkers have noticed, despite the fact that you haven’t mentioned him to anyone. They’re standing in the doorway of the kitchen, whispering as they ogle, waggling their eyebrows at you as you get him a glass of water.

You shake your head at them, not bothering to say anything because you know they won’t behave even if you do, and head back out to the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen in real life.

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Reaper: Chapter Two

His hand was warm.

Isa pulled me to my feet. “Just a second,” he said, scanning the area.

I didn’t feel dead. I could feel the wind on my skin and my heart hammering in my chest. My hands were trembling with adrenaline. That had to be a good sign.

“Kat,” Isa said, startling me. I had been staring at my hands so intently that I hadn’t noticed he was holding out his hand to me again.

“I’m not dead,” I informed him a bit giddily, taking his hand again.

Isa didn’t smile, but the corners of his eyes crinkled. “This way,” he said, pointing with his free hand. I looked, but he seemed to be pointing towards thin air.

He led me away from the broken highway and my silver car, wading through the faded brown grass. After about twenty yards he stopped and turned to me.

“I need you to think of a place,” he said, “Any place.”

My mind went blank. “Any place?”

“Anywhere. Visualize it in your mind. Got it?” I hesitated before nodding. “Good. Now we’re going to take one more step together.”

I looked at the grass before us. It didn’t look any different from any other patch of grass we’d passed. I drew a deep breath.

“Okay.”

“And go.”

As we stepped forward together, the air went…soft. Like a deep, thick mattress. Like holding an overripe peach in your hands and slowly pressing in your thumbs, letting them sink into it. Not hot or cold or anything like that. Just soft.

Less than a moment passed before the softness was gone; I didn’t even have time to blink. We were still standing in the grass by the highway. I could see my car close by and the mountains looming in the distance. But the edges of the mountains were vague and unclear, and the light that filtered through the clouds was tinted red, almost as though it was shining through rose-colored glass. More telling was the quiet. The wind had disappeared, and the grass was silent and still.

“You know,” Isa commented, “I think people usually choose somewhere other than the place they’re currently standing.”

“I panicked,” I responded, taking in everything around me, “Which seems to be my basic state of existence at this point.”

Unlike everything else, Isa seemed more real than ever. The basics were still the same: pale, ashy skin stretched tight over his body, white hair, and jet black eyes set deep in their sockets. His fingers and limbs were overly long for his body, and he was wearing a black hooded coat with loose sleeves, grey pants, boots, and a t-shirt with a vintage ad for spam.

However, his skin lacked the translucent quality it usually had, and his shadow -

“You have a shadow,” I blurted out, “You have a - the grass. You’re actually crushing down the grass.” I knelt down and confirmed for myself that yes, the grass could be pressed down, and then I turned around and thrust out my hand. The softness was waiting just feet behind me. “Where are we?”

“This is an inbetween place,” he replied, watching as I shuffled a few feet to the side and stuck out my hand again, “We needed somewhere safe to talk.”

I pulled my hand from the softness and tried again. “And the deserted highway wasn’t cutting it?”

Isa pressed his lips together. “It’s not humans that I’m worried about overhearing us.”

I paused mid thrust. “Oh.” The fear which had almost been forgotten in my wonder flared up.

“Here,” Isa said, and he took my hand again, leading me around whatever invisible portal we had passed through. Almost mindlessly I walked towards the car.

“Are we safe here, then?”

He shrugged. “Should be. I don’t think I was followed - there’s no good reason anyone would, really, I’m not a major player. But it’s not wise to talk about these things in the open on principle.”

We reached the car, and I stretched out my hand to touch it. It was solid under my fingers, but the numbers on the license plate were scrambled, changing every time I blinked. 

Isa stopped me as I went to open the driver’s side door.

"I just wanted to see if it would start,” I said.

Isa shook his head. “It might, but it’s not wise to go through any doors here. There’s no telling where you might end up.”

A little disappointed, I perched on the trunk instead, pulling up my legs and wrapping my arms around them. Isa stood before me, hands shoved in his pockets.

“So…” I started, Isa looking at me expectantly, “Are you an angel?”

Isa burst out laughing. It was an odd sound, out of place in the unnatural silence of the inbetween.

“No, and I wouldn’t let an angel hear you say that if I were you. Actually, it would probably be fine; most angels I’ve met are quite nice. But trust me, if you ever meet an angel, you’ll know it. People tend to fall over when they show up.”

“Okay, not an angel.” There went half the theories I’d ever read. “Then what are you? And don’t say a reaper.”

“I never really liked that name anyway,” he replied. He kicked the ground for a moment, thinking. “I’m the guardian of your soul. I’ve been with you since your soul first joined your body. I will ensure no one touches it until your life is complete.”

“…And when my life is complete?”

“I take your soul,” he answered nonchalantly, “ - Kat?”

I rolled off the car, running into the field, running towards the softness.

Maybe he wasn’t an angel after all. But there were other theories about the reapers.

“Kat?” he called after me, “I’m not taking your soul here and now.”

I stumbled to a stop in a panic. The grass all looked the same. Whatever gateway we’d walked through wasn’t marked by any kind of visual cue. I was effectively trapped.

“Maybe you’re not taking it now,” I said as I turned, arms tight by my sides, hands clenched, “but you’re going to.”

Isa walked towards me slowly, “That probably wasn’t the best way for me to phrase that.” I shrank away from him instinctively, and he sighed. “This would be easier if I was an angel. They’re good at explaining things. Can I try again?”

He waited until I nodded hesitantly.

“I’m the guardian of your soul. I was bound to you the moment your soul entered your body. While you live, I’ll protect your soul from harm. When your days are complete, I’ll carry your soul to its rest. I’m not going to kill you, consume your soul, drain your life force, steal your corporeal form,  keep you in a tortured disembodied state devoid of all sensation, or anything else of that kind.”

I stared at him. “That’s…really specific.”

“But you’re not running this time,” Isa noted.

“If you’re lying, I’m screwed anyway,” I retorted.

“Ah.” Isa’s body seemed to droop ever so slightly. “I liked it better when you just trusted me.”

“And I liked it better when I wasn’t afraid I was going crazy,” I snapped. I shut my eyes and paused, willing myself to breath deeply. “I’m tired. I’m stressed and exhausted and I have no clue what’s going on. You disappeared for two weeks and I didn’t even know reapers could do that, and now you’re talking and you touched me and I’m somehow not dead and we’re in a freaking alternate dimension or something and it’s just a bit much.”

“I didn’t intend to let things get this out of hand,” Isa admitted, “I only thought I’d be gone for a few hours at most.”

Finally, the question that had been burning in my chest for weeks. “What happened? Why did you leave?”

“There was a reaper who needed help. He and his human were being targeted, and they weren’t going to make it.”

“Are they okay?”

His face brightened a bit. “They are. The woman died and he was able to deliver her soul safely.”

“Your definition of a happy ending and mine are a little different,” I muttered, “What did they need protection from?”

Isa looked grim. “There are many beings who would want to misuse a human soul,” he said softly, “And there are others who would like nothing more than to see a reaper give into the temptation to take advantage of their charge. Some of these were attacking this reaper in the hope of either claiming the soul for themselves or, if nothing else, forcing the reaper into a position where he drew on the soul for power. I thought they’d back off once I came to his aid, but they fought until the end.”

Behind Isa’s shoulder, I saw something like a dark smudge on the horizon where the mountains met the sky. A horrible sense of wrongness settled in my gut.

“I didn’t mean to leave you for so long,” he continued, “And it shouldn’t -”

“Isa,” I interrupted, pointing urgently, “There’s something here.”

Isa turned to look. The smudge was getting larger. “No,” he said, “No no no no!” He grabbed my hand.

“We need to move now!” He took off across the field, dragging me behind him. We passed through the softness and the world shifted, the rosy light turning grey. We sprinted back to my car.

I looked back towards the mountains. I couldn’t see anything.

“Get in the car,” Isa ordered, and I hurried to do so. After buckling myself in, I looked up to see Isa pull out a gun.

“Drive home as fast as you can,” he said, ignoring my shock, “And don’t stop until I say so.” With that, he swung himself onto the roof of my car.

I turned on the car and made a U-turn, pressing the pedal to the floor. A minute later gun shots rang out, and I looked into the mirror to see something burst through the portal and hurtle down the broken highway in pursuit.

A Simple Suggestion

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Originally posted by akumatisedmari

So I had a dream last night. A dream that Ladybug and Chat Noir moved out of their homes into a studio apartment together so they could be around each other and get to akuma attacks quickly and always be alert.

But they never detransformed. They were always suited up and just lived together like two best friends and kept the city safe.

@philosophy-and-coffee said it’d make a neat fic idea and had a few cute ideas to add on to it, so…naturally, I wrote it. 

A Simple Suggestion
Summary: Breaks from patrol often allow time for Ladybug and Chat Noir to talk and be themselves. But when a silly joke starts to seem all that…well, not silly, the two find themselves considering something neither of them had ever before: moving in together. 
The tricky part is still keeping their identities a secret.
Rated: G (might change to T later)
Pairing(s): Ladybug/Chat Noir

Chapter 1 - A joke
Word count: 1,464
Read on: ao3 

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It had started out as a joke.

Chat Noir had thrown the idea into the air one night when they’d taken a break from patrol. The city was quiet, the breeze that danced through the open sky was refreshing, and the laughter that had accompanied his voice had made Marinette smile all too wide.

“What if we moved in together?” he’d asked with a nervous twitch of his tail. “I’ve been preparing to move out for a while, but…I don’t know. Something about the thought of living alone makes me nervous.”

“You mean-” Marinette’s eyes widened. “Us? Move in together? Like, Ladybug and Chat Noir living together?”

“Yeah,” Chat laughed. “What if?”

At first, she’d given her partner nothing more than a chuckle and a dismissive pat on the shoulder, shaking her head at the simple notion. It had been such a funny thing for him to suggest that the giggles that rose from her throat had been all too hard to suppress. Even if she secretly didn’t despise the idea, she knew it would never work out.

“How would we even manage that?” she asked, swinging her legs over the ledge of the apartment complex they had paused upon and taking in a breath of the atmosphere. She could detect a small hint of food cooking somewhere, and in the distance music played, which added to the comforting ambiance of the city she adored so much. “We’d just walk around in our own home transformed, like it was a completely normal thing?”

Chat Noir offered a shrug, looking a tad sheepish. “Hah, yeah, I guess that does sound kind of stupid.”

A frown replaced Marinette’s smile, and she felt a small hint of guilt for her previous comment. “Well,” she said in an attempt to fix her blunder. “I don’t know about stupid…”

“It would probably be weird,” Chat continued, “and awkward at times…and it wouldn’t be easy…”

Marinette nodded.

“…but I dunno,” he sighed, shifting his gaze. “Part of me thinks we’d be able to make it work.”

Allowing the thought to process, Marinette tapped her finger along the aged paneling of the roof they sat atop, teeth nibbling on her bottom lip as she sought for a reply.

Would they be able to make it work?

After all, she’d been thinking about moving out of the bakery soon due to space, and she didn’t like the idea of living alone either…and Alya was already sharing an apartment Nino…

“Maybe,” Marinette said, a hint of humor in her voice. “But we’d be together all the time, and I can’t exactly picture myself cooking dinner wearing a skin-tight suit. Even if it would protect me from burns.”

Chat supplied a small snort of laughter at her statement. “I guess that’s a bonus. Would living together be so weird, though?”

Marinette opened her mouth to answer with a “yes, of course!”, but paused as she couldn’t exactly find an explanation why it would be so odd for them to live together under those circumstances. Sure, it’d feel a bit off to walk around an apartment with her suit on, but by now Marinette was used to wearing polka-dots for long hours. She felt more natural in her transformation than she ever had five years prior when she was fourteen, freshly new to the world of superheroes and saving the city, and for a brief second the thought that maybe Chat’s idea wasn’t such a stupid one passed her mind.

It would be a hell of a lot more convenient for the both of them. They wouldn’t have to worry about when the other would show up during akuma attacks, or struggle going through a battle alone while one of them was on their way.

(Or, on the rare occurrence that a certain Ladybug slept in late during a rather difficult akuma attack, Chat Noir wouldn’t have to suffer through another hour of holding a violet butterfly within his paws and panicking over what he should do with it.)

A small grin twitched at the corner of Marinette’s mouth before a second thought passed her mind, causing the hint of a smile to fall.

She knew Chat Noir was dying to get out of his house. Nineteen years old and still suffocating under the watchful eye of his parents (parent?), Chat often expressed his sorrows about his home life with a forlorn sigh. Though he never delved too deeply into personal details, Marinette could tell just by the carefully worded sentences that he was having a difficult time staying happy in the house he’d lived in since he was a baby.

And, although she couldn’t relate, Marinette did feel for her friend. There were often times where she had considered begging Tikki to let them reveal their identities to each other just so she could take Chat Noir to the bakery and gift him a place to live that he looked forward to coming home to.

(Too many nights had she found Chat patrolling the city when there hadn’t been a scheduled patrol, after all.)

And now the words were on the tip of her tongue; the confirmation she knew her partner was secretly hoping for notwithstanding the fact that he was writing it off as a joke.

A joke that tugged at his lips in a sort of dejected smile that did not—would not—reach his eyes.

“I wonder how that would work,” Marinette whispered, eyes falling to the city streets below, where cars trailed lazily down the two-way street in a pale river of yellow lights. “Maybe we could make it work.”

One of Chat’s velvet ears twitched against his shaggy blond hair, and his eyes met hers for a fleeting moment. Even in the second of shared eye contact Marinette could see the tiny spark of hope that glowed within them, and she couldn’t stop the smile that began to spread across her face.

Maybe they could move in together. Sure, she’d have to talk to Tikki about it first, and they’d have to find an inconspicuous apartment in the middle of the city together, and it would wouldn’t be easy…

But…

But…no. That was just silly.

A silly, silly idea. It wouldn’t work out. How would they keep their identities secret? How would they be able to live life as normal civilians and go about their daily duties—work, university, grocery shopping—without revealing themselves?

You’ll never know until you try, a little voice peeped in the back of Marinette’s mind. What could be so bad about it?

What could be so bad? Well, they could accidentally come home destransformed, or sleepwalk in their pajamas, or both walk up to the front door at the same time without their suits on, or, or-

Or…what?

All of those situations could easily be avoided. They could set rules. Marinette could make masks so they wouldn’t have to be transformed all of the time, or they could turn out the lights every now and then. Or maybe they could set certain days where they would stay transformed so they could hang out.

Huh…the whole idea was beginning to seem a lot simpler than it had been three minutes ago.

Yeah, Marinette replied to the earlier thought, what could be so bad?

She knew of plenty of things that could be bad, as her anxiety had ways of creating the most outlandish situations. For now, however, she ignored them.

Looking over to Chat Noir, Marinette smiled, giving his back (which was slumped over in a sad sort of way) a gentle pat. He responded by sitting up straight, a question on his lips and hope in his gaze, ears perked up in interest. They stared at each other for a breath or two before Marinette exploded into a fit of laughter, her stomach clenching with the force of of her chortle.

Chat flinched at first, obviously surprised by her sudden outburst, but a second later he joined her in the ocean of giggles that had flooded between them. His smile was so wide that Marinette could see the white glint of his teeth and lovely crinkles around his eyes, as well as the shake of his shoulders and a single tear—whether it be from laughter or relief—that slid down his cheek.

And that was how Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Ladybug, nineteen-year-old baker’s daughter found herself transformed and heaving box after box into a two-bedroom apartment smack dab in the middle of Paris a month later with a black cat trailing just a step behind her, placing a few of his own boxes on the wide, empty wooden floor.

It had been a crazy, crazy idea.

But sometimes, Marinette knew, the craziest of ideas were the best of all.

like real people do | jungkook

summary: the feelings for your friends with benefits are changing. months pass, and you feel your gut telling you that you want more. you’re just not sure if he feels the same. 

piece 1, piece 2, piece 3

college student!reader, friends with benefits!jungkook

based off hozier’s song ‘like real people do’

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valentine’s day // dylan o’brien

Summary: Dylan falls in love with a girl who hates Valentine’s Day

Requested: no

Pairing: Dylan & Y/N

Warning: yes, mature language, themes, & smut throughout

Masterlist

His long legs extended across her lap as he took a large gulp of the amber liquid. Sighing contently, he placed the glass bottle on the floor and snuggled deeper into his couch. Her hands were lazily drapped over his feet as she focused on the television. The movie that they had been watching was fairly interesting although she was having a bit of a hard time following the plot.

“Wait, is he the sister’s boyfriend?” Y/N asked her best friend who shook his head in return.

“No, that’s the guy they met at the bar who looks like the boyfriend.” Dylan explained.

Furrowing her eyebrows, Y/N continued to watch the film hoping somewhere along the way things would make sense.

This was their routine. Every Friday night for the past 3 years was spent on his lumpy couch drinking beer, eating pizza, and watching movies. As the ending credits started, Y/N let out a soft yawn as she extended her arms.

“What did you think?” Dylan asked, eager to know what she thought of the film. “I thought she was going to pick the boyfriend’s brother’s friend.” Y/N admitted with a giggle, thinking about the cliched love triangle movie she just watched. “The ending was very unexpected.”

Pulling his feet off of her lap, he sat on the edge of the couch.

“What about you?” She called out as he walked to the kitchen with his empty beer bottle.

“I was routing for the boyfriend’s brother’s friend too.” His laugh echoed throughout the kitchen.

Their friendship consisted of watching cheesy romance movies together, texts at 3am when they couldn’t sleep, and the comfort of knowing that they always had someone they could count on. It was completely platonic.

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Hatefuck C.H.

This imagine is based on this song

You can read part 2 here

Trigger Warning: it contains smut and swearing 

Word count: 2,5k+

A/N: I’m thinking about doing a second part to this. Should i? Anyway, hope you like it.  


Heartbreak.

That was the only thing I could feel in that moment. Life was slipping through my fingers and I couldn’t do anything about it. All I could seem to do was sitting on the floor, trying to stop the tears from falling.

Numbness came right after. The tears had already dried; my swollen eyes could hardly see anything. I heard the noise that came from the TV, my chest hurt. Everything was a blur, and not only because I couldn’t see anything because of the tears, but because my mind wasn’t even thinking straight. Trying to steady my breathing, I looked around my apartment. There were smashed dishes lying around the floor, a few picture frames also accompanied them.

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Bottoms Up

A/N: I felt like it’d been a while since I’d written anything that focused on Yoongi, so I really wanted to write something~ I started this a few weeks ago and then got distracted by life and finishing up college for the semester, but I finally finished it so here I am~ Hopefully you all enjoy it lol

Words: 3,007

Genre: Smut


Clubs aren’t your thing—but you give them a chance, because you don’t want to seem like the party pooper amongst your group of friends. Despite their efforts to get you to show some skin, though, you still end up walking into the club wearing a tank-top, skinny jeans, and a pair of laced up high-tops. You weren’t here to be hit on—you didn’t want some creep trying to slide his hand up your inner thigh. You were here to socialize, down some drinks to get over your regret of coming, and then hopefully leave with the first friend in your group who would call it a night.

So, you saddle up to the bar, waving at your friends as they scuttle out onto the dance floor—all high heels and short skirts. Once they disappear into the throng of grinding bodies, you spin on your stool, turning to rest your elbows on the counter top—

…and the bartender is right in front of you. Skinny, but well rounded—dark hair hanging slightly into his eyes, black button up fitted to his torso perfectly. His face remains void of any emotion, but when he catches your surprised stare and the slight part of your lips, he smirks.

“What can I start you with?” he asks, voice deeper than you had expected, a bit rough, but still clearly heard over the music of the club. You pause at the question, your mind blanking.

“I…I’ll take a rum and coke, unless you have something better to give me,” you say, trying to scrape up your remaining shred of composure. The male cocks an eyebrow, looking a little contemplative.

“You wanna get drunk? Or do you just wanna buzz so you can still punch the guy that tries to steal your panties? I mean you gotta throw me a bone here.”

“I don’t even fucking know, man,” you say honestly, leaning back a little to motion at yourself. “Look at me. I mean—it’s not exactly like easy access is written all over my jean-clad legs.”

The bartender hums, reaching down to snag a shot glass. “I’ve been looking at you for a minute or two now and you’re surprising cute despite the outfit,” he comments, reaching behind him to grab a bottle of Kahlua. “Clearly you’re not here to let anyone finger you in the back alleyway, though,” he continues, chuckling when he catches your blush and stunned look.

With skill, he snatches up a bottle of Grand Marnier and Bailey’s too, layering the liquors in a shot glass with exact precision. When he’s finished, he gently slides it towards you, meeting your questionable stare.

“It’s good. Sweet liquor for a sweet girl. Take it—it’ll help you loosen up a little.”

“Are bartenders usually this flirty?” you question him, downing the shot in one go (because damn this dude is making you warm already).

“Only to those who perk our interest,” he responds, taking the shot glass from you after you set down. You laugh, feeling somewhat incredulous.

“Yeah? Should I consider myself lucky then?”

“Depends on your definition of lucky,” he chuckles, eyes fliting to the side when another couple up the bar slurs for him. Smile dropping from his lips, he quickly moves around, throwing some ice into a glass—filling it a third full with rum and the remainder with coke.

“Suck on that till I get back,” he says briefly, sliding it to you, and you watch him, brows lifted in surprise as he quickly goes to tend on other patrons.

Taking the cool glass into your hand, you gently swirl the contents before taking a long sip.

You’re not sure what that bartender is aiming for, playing with your emotions like this, but…dammit, you really don’t mind.


Ten minutes later, dark and mysterious bartender is back in front of you, elbow propped on the counter, interest sparking in his irises as he listens to you ramble about all the things you don’t really like about clubs. You hadn’t exactly meant to just…open up to him, but…you’re beginning to think your tolerance is a bit lighter than you had assumed.

“I’m baffled you’re even here,” he muses, refilling your glass. “It seems like you’d rather be at home, reading a book, or doing some kind of other dorky, yet cute thing.”

Right? I don’t know, man—I wanted to not seem like the boring friend, but even when I’m here I’m still hiding at the bar,” you say, sighing, and rest your cheek in the palm of your hand. The bartender breathes a laugh, regarding you thoughtfully.

“You could always go.”

“Yeah, but…,” you begin, eyes flitting up to his, and his stare has you feeling a bit weak. “You’re here.”

At that, that man pauses, any movement stopping as his eyes fall from yours, lowering to regard the countertop. You watch him, cheeks hot, regret sinking in your stomach. Luckily, after a few seconds—instead of walking away or anything else that could potentially break your heart—he meets your gaze again and opens his mouth to respond.

…however, just as he does, the same drunk couple form before shouts for him at the other end of the bar and, sighing, the dark haired male hurries away. You’re once again left staring after him, hands fidgeting against your half-downed glass.

What the hell are you doing?


A little less than 20 minutes later—mister dark and mysterious having somehow disappeared from the bar without you noticing, you push your finished drink to the side and slide off your stool. You don’t want to drink anymore—you really don’t want to be here—and now that the flirty, cute bartender is gone, you’re not quite sure what to do with yourself.

More than anything, you just want to tap out and go home, but, before you can, one of your friends spots you near the edge of the dance floor and hurries over. Grabbing your wrist, she tugs you into the mass of people, and you can’t think to tell her that you’re really not in the mood for dancing—especially considering that she has already dragged you into the middle of the action.

So, reluctantly, trying to let any of your worries go (as well as thoughts of the dark-haired bartender—who you may or may not have fallen for), you begin dancing with your friends. At first, things go well—you loosen up a bit, swing your hips, feel the music—but after a few minutes you feel a pair of hands land on your hips. Glancing down—catching sight of pale, long fingers—you realize that this isn’t one of your girlfriends.

“Sorry–,” you begin, taking a step forward, trying to let the person know that you’re not about that tonight—but the fingers only tighten, and you feel a males chest lightly press against your back.

“You said weren’t about dancing, yet when I stopped by the bar on my way out for the night and noticed you were gone, I find you out here on the dance floor,” the deep, familiar voice speaks, and fuck the heat you’d felt before is igniting your blood once more.

“You—I thought—”

“My shift was over. I left to grab my stuff and planned to come back to the bar to take you home with me, but—”

“I…what??” you say, flushing red, turning your head to try and face him, but his fingers dig into your waist, holding your still, and his lips press heatedly against your neck. That has you gasping, grinding back against him as his teeth and tongue work at your throat.

“My name is Yoongi, by the way,” he says, sucking particularly hard, and your knees nearly buckle.

“Yoongi,” you repeat, testing the name on your tongue. But his name alone rolling from your lips has Yoongi growling quietly, one of his hands sinking lower to grip your ass through your jeans. You bite your lip to keep from moaning, lifting one of your hands backwards to tug his hair.

“If you were going to take me home then take me already,” you breathe, grinding your ass back yet again, and before you can gather your head you’re being pulled off the dance floor, Yoongi’s grip tight on you wrist.

“Then let’s go.”

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mysme-mess  asked:

Hihihi. Are requests open? If not then just ignore this. If yes, then I have a request. What if MC leaves the RFA because Rika was back and everyone was focusing on her more. Mc decides that she's not needed or wanted anymore so she just disappears with the help of Saeran (since he still hates Rika for the whole brainwashing thing). It can be a mini-fic or a scenario or whatever. 😊😊 Love love love your work btw 😍 best author ever

Anon said:  Your headcanons are really awesome! I always love reading them. This is a bit sad but I have this HC that there were probably a lot of people who supported Rika being the first and original party coordinator of the foundation, so when MC took her place they think she’s not good enough and compares her to Rika, send her emails wanting her to leave. These start to get to MC so how does the RFA help her?


This one was interesting to do! Spoilers for the secret ends ahead. Also, in everyone’s except Seven’s, MC didn’t end up with anyone after the first 11 days. 


General Scenario:

  • After the first party, you thought everything would go great
  • But everything seemed to go downhill
  • The lists get longer, and there’s more guests who knew Rika more than you
  • You’ve even gotten a few emails from guests requesting your resignation, because they believed only Rika was good enough for a job like this
  • After awhile, it started wearing down on you
  • To make things worse, a few parties later and Rika returns fully recovered
  • She works with you instead of replacing you
  • You find it really nice, but it only emphasizes your insecurities
  • Even most of the RFA seem to be falling back into giving her all of the glory
  • You just can’t take it anymore and you have a breakdown after one of the meetings
  • Saeran finds you and you accidentally end up spilling everything
  • You voiced that you just wanted to disappear
  • After a few minutes of silence, he agrees to help you
  • With his skills, you manage to run away without anyone knowing

Zen:

  • He’s really worried when you don’t log into the messenger after a whole day
  • He noticed you’d been down lately, but you always claimed to be fine
  • He drops by the apartment to check on you, and he finds it completely empty with your phone and computer buzzing with missed notifications
  • He tries to call you or find you in your usual spots, but to no avail
  • He informs the RFA and implores Seven to find you
  • He visits the hacker’s house to help where he can
  • Somehow, he had a gut feeling when he saw Saeran looking a bit guilty
  • Forcefully gets the information out of the younger twin
  • When he gets the address to your location, he goes to you right away
  • As soon as you open the door, he’s begging for forgiveness if he made you feel insecure like that
  • He’s voicing his worries and begging you to come back and somehow his confession slips up
  • This really moves you, but you’re still not ready to come back
  • For a long while, you only allow Zen to see you and he respects your wishes and keeps your whereabouts a secret
  • After several really long talks, he coaxes you back into the group
  • He’s so much more protective when it comes to guests’ comments though

Yoosung:

  • He had been very caught up with Rika back, so he kind of got absorbed in helping her whenever he could
  • He thinks you’ve been in the chatroom, but realizes you’re not when he compliments you on something and you don’t respond
  • He checks old chats and finds out it’s been quite awhile since you’ve joined one
  • It makes him feel worse when it seemed that the rest of the RFA had noticed a while ago
  • He feels horrible and guilty
  • He goes to Seven’s house to ask where you are, but Seven doesn’t even know
  • Saeran makes some vague comment with a bitter undertone, and it tips Yoosung off
  • They get into an argument while Yoosung is demanding to know where you are
  • Finally, he tells Yoosung how you felt
  • Yoosung is in shock and he gets super depressed for awhile
  • He knows you won’t answer, but he starts texting you every day saying how much you’re missed and loved
  • He does this for a month so it becomes habit
  • You actually are reading them though, and finally you decide to reply
  • He’s in such shock and apologizing so much through text
  • You refuse to take his calls or talk to him in person for a long time, so text is mainly how you communicate
  • Still, this starts to rebuild your relationship until you’re finally willing to meet him face to face again He takes the opportunity to show you how much he’s changed and to show how much he cares for you
  • It still takes time for you to fully trust him again, but he’s so steady and patient
  • He really does show you how wonderful and capable of a person you are

Jaehee:

  • She wasn’t close with Rika, but her coming back meant bigger parties
  • Jaehee got dragged into doing more work in the process
  • So, she really hadn’t been talking to you much
  • She noticed your absence when she texted for your opinion on something and you didn’t reply after nearly two days
  • She tried calling and emailing…but just came to the conclusion you were busy or ill or something
  • But the rest of the RFA notice the same and finally announce you ran away
  • Jaehee is really worried because she knows you wouldn’t run unless you had a good reason
  • She doesn’t tell the others and pours herself into researching your whereabouts
  • While Saeran was careful in hiding you, Jaehee knew your patterns and soon found a local cafe you frequented
  • She asks if you could talk, and you don’t have the heart to refuse
  • You tell her everything that happened, and she’s mad and crying because you didn’t tell her and you’re crying because she’s crying
  • You have this whole touching moment in the corner of this cafe
  • She doesn’t tell the others, and she won’t
  • She knows where you’re coming from and doesn’t force you to return if you don’t want to
  • She’is kind of angry with those guests who made you feel that way
  • She helps you rebuild a life in the town you choose
  • As long as she keeps in touch with you, she respects your wishes and keeps you away from the RFA

Jumin:

  • With Rika’s return, old wounds and scars from V started popping up within Jumin
  • He started distancing himself from the RFA, logging in less and working more
  • Finally, he just needs a full break and goes on month long business trip
  • While there, he sorts things out and figures it’s not fair to you because you worked just as hard and seem to care about him
  • So he comes back only to find you had run away awhile ago and no one can find you
  • His worry pushes him into action
  • He’s hiring people left and right to find you
  • Knowing he has the resources to actually find you, Saeran steps in and stops Jumin, explaining that you don’t want to be found
  • He has to eventually come clean about helping you run
  • Jumin was already a bit bitter when it came to Saeran because of V, but he was tempted to feel even more so now
  • But then Saeran disclosed your location
  • The younger twin had been watching you though, and he knows you haven’t been doing well
  • Jumin thinks he’s fine, until he finally faces you
  • His vision blurs with tears and he can’t help but hold you tight in his arms, pleading for you to never leave him again
  • You’ve missed him as well, so you’re willing to sit down with him and just talk
  • While he listens to your concerns, he reasons with you to go back
  • After all, he went through the same recently and he doesn’t want you cutting ties like that
  • He’s patient as you slowly make your way back into the group and heal

Seven:

  • He feels very uncomfortable with Rika there, especially after all that happened
  • He’s still talking with the RFA, but rarely, and he avoids Rika altogether
  • He’d also noticed you hadn’t been yourself
  • But because you thought he was having a hard time you acted like everything was fine
  • Before running off, you had made Saeran promise not to tell Seven anything, thinking he would be better off without someone incompetent like you
  • Seven noticed your absence almost immediately, since you practically dropped off the face of the earth
  • He starts thinking his old agency is out for revenge
  • Now he’s terrified for you life and works day and night trying to find any trace of you
  • Saeran watches as his brother loses sleep and peace of mind and he just can’t stand it anymore
  • He casually leaves a big clue open on his laptop
  • Of course, Seven finds it and looks for you immediately
  • When he finds you, there’s a mix of yelling and crying from him
  • He makes you tell him everything…from your feelings to your plan to the guest emails
  • He wanted to know every detail and try to help you recover
  • He understands you don’t want to go back with Rika there…and he doesn’t feel comfortable with it either
  • None of you could recover with something so symbolic of past trauma constantly there
  • But he doesn’t think it healthy to cut ties with the rest of the RFA either, since they were like second family
  • So, he starts searching and finds a quiet house in a place that’s very…very far from the others
  • Once he buys it, he asks you to marry him…and soon
  • Of course you agree, and a few weeks later you, him, and Saeran move away
  • You all still keep in touch with the RFA through the chat and occasionally parties, but the distance allows you all to concentrate on healing and building up your own family 

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My All || Min Yoongi

Originally posted by mn-yg

Word Count: 2.2k

Genre: Angst/Fluff

AN: So I tried to make this really angsty, but somehow the ending ended up being a ton of fluff, but I don’t think anybody’s really complaining.


You weren’t quite sure what it was. The feeling of being dragged under the depths of the waves, drowning under the words everyone else threw at you. No matter how many times you tried to burst through the surface to try and breathe, you were always dragged back under, being surrounded and trapped.

There was no way out at this point. No matter what you did you always found yourself back at this place. A never-ending cycle of depression that enveloped you with open arms. As if anxiety were a person who kept you trapped in their arms, suffocating you within their grasp and keeping you silent.

You didn’t know how or why it happened, you just knew that it did. There was no way to control it. There were some days where it wouldn’t hit at all and everything would seem okay. Then there would be days like this where you weren’t able to pull yourself out of bed because it felt like there was a weight on your chest, keeping you trapped there.

It didn’t help with all of the messages and comments you kept getting. People thought they had a say in who you were because of the fact that you were with someone like Min Yoongi. They thought that they got to make the decision about who you were. And if you didn’t follow all of their wants and wishes they had a right to lash out at you.

The first thing you would see when you checked your phone in the morning, wouldn’t be the messages from your boyfriend that you were so desperately waiting to see, but the messages the fans left you because they saw you eat more than you were supposed to, or they saw you hang out with a friend from school.

He was on tour at the moment, going to different countries and performing, and every morning he would send you good morning texts, no matter what time it was for him. All he cared about was making sure you remembered how much he loved you and how much he cared for you.

It was hard to remember when the only thing you could focus on was the comments from people who didn’t know you, who said that you should work out more, or that you shouldn’t be allowed to date Yoongi because you didn’t look anything like his ideal type. It got to you, even though you fought as hard as you could so that it wouldn’t.

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A/N: My dear, lovely, awesome @cupcakequeen1999 sent me a particularly interesting scenario for me to write and I had a lot of fun writing it! Hope you guys enjoy it!

Request:

Hiya! Can you do one where T'Challa is dating the reader and when her ex shows up for dinner or something, T'Challa keeps sending him subtle “she’s mine” signals (kissing her, grabbing her butt, etc.)? I feel like he would be the guy to do that…

Pairing: T’Challa x F!Reader

Warnings: Groping, heavy making-out, awkward conversations, ex-boyfriends, jealous!T’Challa. (Remind me if I forgot anything)

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My champion (Zach Dempsey x Reader)

Warnings : Sad Zach, make out sesh, (mentions of sex ?), also English is still not my native language.
Word count: 2283.

Originally posted by itsme-hannahbaker

A/N: I posted my first imagine a few days ago (about my love, Montgomery, you can read it here) and you guys were just so nice, I received so many kind comments. I know I said it would be my first and last imagine, but I decided to continue writing. I hope you all like this one too xx.


Looking up at the clock, Zach sighed. They had less than fifteen seconds to go, and were ten points behind the other team. There was no way on earth that they could win this time. He turned his attention back to the game, watching as Justin ran towards the basket while dribbling the ball. The crowd cheered as he scored, giving the boys hope to continue the match. The bleachers were filled with cheering teenagers and some parents who came to see their sons play. Most of them were from Liberty High, as they were playing there, but a good third were supporters of the other team. Liberty High managed to score once more before the horn went off, signalling the end of the game. But it wasn’t enough.

Zach groaned, crouching down and letting his head fall into his open hands. Someone tapped his back in a comforting manner, probably Justin, be he did not look up. Instead, he stayed there, with his head hanging low, trying to catch his breath after the intense game. The season has just started and it was the very first match they lost, so he knew it wasn’t the end of the world. But God, was it frustrating. Zach hated losing, failing. He hated when his team would lose a game, he hated when he would fail a test. It did not only make him feel like a failure, but also a disappointment. A disappointment to his friends, to his family, to his girlfriend.

Loud laughs and screams from the other team filled the emptying gymnasium as they celebrated their victory. Zach could hear a few boys snickering as they passed him, heading to the locker room, but he decided to ignore it. He wasn’t one to pick fights.

Y/N stood on the bleachers, her eyes focused on her boyfriend who was still crouching in the middle of the hall. Her heart ached at how defeated he looked at that moment. She knew that Zach would beat himself up, he always did even though she had told him times and times again that it wasn’t his fault; that their team couldn’t win every single game and that the most important thing was to give their best. All she wanted to do was to run up to him and hug him, hold him close to her and rub his back, whispering that they’ll do better next time. But she knew better than to do just that. Y/N knew that Zach needed time after a defeat, so she decided to give it to him. She waited as the gymnasium emptied itself, and then left herself. She decided to wait for her boyfriend and their friends in the parking lot, near Zach’s car.

Jessica and Justin got there first, making their way over Y/N holding hands. Y/N smiled at them and embraced them quickly. She could tell that Justin wasn’t happy with himself either. His eyebrows were in a permanent frown and his lips in a thin line. He was trying not to show how crushed he was, but Y/N had known him for over five years and knew him all too well.

“We’re going to hang out at Bryce’s with the others, you wanna join?” Jessica asked, intertwining her fingers with her boyfriend’s. Y/N thought about the offer, it wouldn’t be too bad, right? Usually they had parties at Bryce’s place after the Tigers won a game, but a get together with a few friends might actually cheer her boyfriend up. She was going to accept and say that they’ll be there in a few, until she saw Zach exiting the high school building.

“Uh, I think we will pass this time. But you have fun, guys.” She patted Justin’s shoulder and hugged Jess again before the couple left, heading to Jess’s car. One look at her boyfriend was enough for her to know that he wasn’t in a partying mood tonight. His eyes missed their usual spark, his grip on his sports bag was so tight his knuckles turned white. Zach took his time making his way over to his girlfriend, his steps long but slow.

“Hey there.” Y/N said softly, putting her arms around his neck and embracing him tightly once he was standing right in front of her. Zach’s head landed on her shoulder and she could feel him let out a long sigh. Her brows furrowed and she bit her bottom lip in concern, pulling away from him as he didn’t hug her back and looked straight into his chocolate brown eyes, waiting for an answer.

“What are you still doing here?” He mumbled, making eye contact for the first time since the end of the game. He didn’t mean to sound rude, though, and she knew it. He was sad and probably a bit ashamed. The boys had spent so much time practicing for this match, as they knew that the team they were playing against was really good. But it was all for nothing, or at least that’s what he thought.

 “Waiting for you.” Y/N said, taking his sports bag from him and putting it in his car’s trunk, ignoring his eye roll.

“I want to be alone, Y/N.” Zach pinched the bridge of his nose as he watched his girlfriend. She turned around to face him, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

“No, you don’t.” She took a step toward him, putting her hands on his chest. “You always say you do, but you don’t.” It was true, he knew it. He’d always push her away when he felt like this, but he’d run back to her only a couple of hours later because she was the only one who could make him feel better. A small smile appeared on his face, which made Y/N let out a sigh of relief before she continued. “So, how about we go to Rosie’s, then head back to my place?” She questioned, her eyes sprinkling with hope. Y/N’s enthusiastic expression made Zach’s heart melt. He chuckled as she got on her tiptoes to press her lips to his for a quick but sweet kiss and she knew that he couldn’t resist her now.

“Fine.” Zach put his hands on her hips as she pulled away and leaned in for another kiss, making her giggle. It was crazy how much calmer he was already. Minutes ago he was planning to go home, give the punching ball that he had installed in the basement a few hits, and go to bed – ready to forget about this awful evening. But now all he wanted was to cuddle his girlfriend the whole night while eating some take out from Rosie’s.

Pushing her hair behind her ears, Y/N made her way to the passenger seat, immediately plugging her phone to the radio and blasting her favourite song of the moment. Zach shook his head in amusement, a smirk playing on his lips at the sight of his girl singing along to the music. He started the engine and drove off, soon joining her as they both sang at the top of their lungs. As the couple approached the little restaurant, Y/N was a giggling mess. She looked at her boyfriend as he tried to rap along an Eminem song. He was doing great at first, but then the pace accelerated and she couldn’t hold her laugh in anymore. Y/N unplugged the device from the radio as Zach parked the car, her Y/E/C still looking at him lovingly.

She couldn’t believe that she actually had him. After all these years of crushing on him, he was finally hers. Zach Dempsey was one of the kindest guys at Liberty High, with no doubt. He was everything she has ever wanted, and more. Smart, charming, funny, and extremely good looking. He made her feel things she had never felt before. She felt safe, loved and cherished. She felt like the luckiest girl on the entire planet with him. Y/N didn’t understand what Zach was doing with a simple girl like her, but she wasn’t going to complain, right?

“Let’s go.” Zach’s soft voice brought her back to reality. He winked at her and gave her his famous smile, making her blush before getting out of the car and opening the passenger door for her. Y/N bit the inside of her cheek in an attempt to stop herself from laughing, but cracked a big smile at him nonetheless.

Taking her fragile hand in his significantly larger one, the brown-haired boy led his girlfriend to the little restaurant. They sat in their usual booth at the back as they waited for their order.

“We really sucked, huh?” Zach whispered, his mood suddenly changing from joyful to defeated once again. This wasn’t a surprise to Y/N though, she knew that cheering him up wasn’t going to be an easy task. She sighed, placing her hands on his across the table. She gave them a quick squeeze and a sent a reassuring smile in his direction.

“You didn’t. You were all great. You, Justin, all of you!” She was hoping to get a reaction out of him, a smile, a hum, a simple nod would have sufficed – but she got none of that. Instead, Zach was just staring at their hands as Y/N started drawing circles on them with her thumbs in a soothing manner. “Babe, look at me.” She demanded and he slowly obliged.

“We fucked up, that’s all.” He mumbled stubbornly, making Y/N scoff, which caused him to quirk an eyebrow at her.

“You lost the game, yes. But it’s not a big deal. You were good, but the other team was good too. You’ll do better next time. Stop beating yourself up. You’re always going to be my champion.” Zach nodded at her words, smiling as the word champion left her mouth. She would always call him that, whether they won or not. “Now let’s go home.” She said as the waiter brought two plastic bags filled with food to their table. Zach paid for the order before Y/N could even take her wallet out of her pocket, making her groan and him chuckle. They made their way out hand in hand, quickly getting into Zach’s car and driving to Y/N’s house.

Y/N’s parents adored her boyfriend, so they did not mind him spending time at their house. Her mother was so fond of the young boy, always telling her daughter that she should hold him. It took a bit more for her father to appreciate him, but after three months of them dating he understood that Zach’s intentions were good.

Making their way upstairs, Zach and Y/N waved to her parents who were sitting in the living room, watching a movie. Y/N shook her head at her mother, who was about to say something, probably ask how the game went. Her mother shoot her a knowing smile while nodding, then turned back to the TV.

Zach climbed onto Y/N’s bed after putting the take out on her desk. He watched as his girlfriend made her way over to him, lying down next to him and cuddling into his side.

 “So… Movie?” Y/N asked, her hand moving up to his chest as his arm made its way around her waist. Zach pressed his lips to her forehead, making her hum and snuggle closer to him. He cupped her face with his hand gently, tilting it up so he could kiss her properly.

 “Thank you so much for everything, babe.” He mumbled against her lips before kissing her again, but this time more forcefully, totally ignoring her question. Y/N internally rolled her eyes, but did not complain. In fact, she pulled him closer to her by his neck, deepening the kiss as she slipped her tongue into his mouth, making him groan. Zach swiftly moved them so he was hovering over her, his arms on either side of her body. Y/N’s fingers played with the little hairs at the base of his neck, which she knew was going to drive him crazy. She couldn’t help but giggle as Zach rolled his hips into hers, again and again.

 “What are you laughing at?” He broke the kiss, looking up at him with eyes filled with lust. Y/N bit her bottom lip at his appearance. His pupils dilated, his hair messy and his lips swollen from her kisses. She wanted to do so many things to him, but she knew she couldn’t. Not with her parents awake downstairs.

  “You know we can’t do that.” She said softly, her lips brushing against his. Zach groaned, his head falling into the crook of her neck, leaving a few kisses there. Once again, she was right. Y/N’s parents might be accepting of their relationship, but he knew they should not push things too far. The girl kissed his temple, her hands running up and down his back as they laid there for a few more seconds, just enjoying each other’s company.

“We should eat, the food is getting cold.” She pushed him off of her softly and got up to take the bags from the desk, bringing them to her bed. Zach was still lying there, facing the celling. “Come on, we can eat, watch a movie and then when they’re asleep, maybe…” She did not finish the sentence, she did not need to. The boy’s eyes widened, full of hope and lust once again. He smirked at her, making her roll her eyes as he moved to sit next to her. He smiled to himself, pecking her lips one more time. He couldn’t wait to see where the night was going to take them.


The end was terrible, I’m really sorry about that. This whole thing is a flop tbh.

Tagging @xbarrjallenx, @ans-atkins, @arch1eandrews (cause you’re total Ross trash hun)

I actually have a few ideas for another Monty imagine, a Justin one and a Jeff one, but I don’t know if I should write them?? Anyways, let me know if you’d like that!

Jack Maynard Imagine - Yoga Challenge

“Hey, guys!” You waved at the camera. Jack stood besides you, smiling to your invisible audience “Today I’m here with my not-so-lovely best friend, Jack Maynard!” You joked, cheering after you said his name.

He pushed you aside, a big smile plastered on his face “I don’t even know why I still hang out with you” he joked, watching you as you popped your head into the shot again.

“Today we’re doing the Yoga Challenge!” You said, ignoring him “I would do it with my boyfriend, but I don’t have one of those” you said, pouting slightly.

Jack rolled his eyes playfully “Why would you need a boyfriend when you have me, huh?” He teased. You knew he was just doing it for the Y/S/N shippers. He was like that off camera as well, but you knew he was always a more indecent teaser when the spotlight was on both of you.

“Stop trying to get out of the friendzone, Jack” you teased back, giving him a playful look.

He put a hand over his heart, and moaned dramatically “It hurts, babe” he said, and you couldn’t help but blush by his words. Him calling you a babe was your weakness, and he knew it. So he used it against you all the time.

“Anyway, lets go back to the video” you said casually before things could get any more awkward “Conor has chosen some random pictures of yoga poses and he’s sent them to me, but I haven’t opened them yet so I don’t know what to expect”

You looked at Jack, who nodded “And since I’m still a great personal trainer, I will make sure we ace those yoga poses” he smiled.

You rolled your eyes playfully “You were a personal trainer when you did it with Josh and let me tell you, it wasn’t brilliant” you laughed.

He pushed you again, making you squeal “Let’s get started!” He cheered.

You grabbed your phone and opened Conor’s chat “Alright, this one should be easy” you said, showing him a picture of a couple with their backs bent and holding their elbows.

You adjusted your yoga clothes. It was just a plain pair of thick black leggings and a grey tank top that showed a little bit of skin on your belly. Your hair was up on a high ponytail, and you were just on your black socks. Jack, on the other hand, was wearing long running pants and a tight Nike t-shirt that revealed a little bit of muscle.

When Jack proposed you did the Yoga Challenge together for you channel, all you could think about was him all sweaty in sporty clothes. You would be lying if you said you haven’t been feeling a little bit weird about him lately. It was just the way he looked at you, touched you, made you laugh, took care of you. It drove you insane.

Why did it take you so long to realize he was such a good guy for you?

But you always shook your head at that kind of thoughts. He was just your friend. You were just a friend to him. It would be wasted effort to try to be something you obviously were not. But still, you couldn’t stop wondering what it would be like to have those full lips on yours.

The second and third pose weren’t much of a challenge themselves. All in all, you were quite the talented yoga couple. But then, the fourth pose came. You should’ve seen it coming. It was Conor choosing the pictures you were talking about.

“So, I basically have to hold you by the ass” Jack said, laughing out loud as he saw the picture, showing it to the camera afterwards “I can go for the waist if you want”

“It would be more appropriate” you said, getting ready just above him. You carefully leaned back until you felt Jack’s hands holding you steadily on your waist. Or maybe not so steadily.

You accidentally slipped from his grip, and lost balance. But before you hit the floor with the loudest bang you would’ve ever heard, Jack moved quickly just so his body was under yours. You fell on top of him instead, as his hands never left your sides.

“Shit, are you okay?” He asked you, getting up immediately to check if you were hurt. You chuckled, holding onto his arm to sit up.

“Good catch, I have to say” you laughed, making him laugh as well now that he knew you were alright.

“I’ll always catch you” he mumbled, but you weren’t sure if you had heard it well, so you let it go.

The rest of the video went fairly well. You were lucky Jack was so strong - and patient - or else the challenge would’ve gone way worse. You fell off him a couple of times, nothing too serious. But Jack’s touch on your skin sent chills down your spine every single time, and you knew you were screwed. Your attempt to forget your feelings towards him had failed miserably.

“And that’s it for this week’s video, I hope you liked it” you started your outtro, the ponytail that once laid perfectly on top of your head, now fell off it not so perfectly. Jack breathlessly ran a hand through his sweaty hair behind you “Don’t forget to subscribe to me and…” you looked back at Jack “Never mind! See you!”

“Hey!” He protested, pushing you again.

“Alright, alright! Subscribe to Jack, bye!” You mid-shouted. Jack laughed as he turned the camera off for you.

“That was intense” he commented as you lied down on the floor, aching for some coldness “You’re not hurt, are you?”

“Not a single bit” you breathed, running a hand up and down your flat stomach. You noticed Jack looking at you “What?” You asked him, raising an eyebrow playfully.

He then lied down next to you, making you laugh “You know what?” He said, running a hand up his stomach as well “You’re quite fit for a couch potato”

“Hey!” You whimpered, hitting his arm as hard as you could. But his muscle was hard enough, and you hurt your hand “I hate you so much” you said, wiggling your hand to ease the pain.

“Here” he suddenly took your hand and placed it under his lips, kissing it carefully like mothers do to their children “All better?” He asked, looking directly at your eyes, and you thought you had never seen him look so soft-like.

You nodded, not being able to look away from his eyes. His fingers interlocked themselves with yours, and he pulled you in for a hug, so you were lying on top of his body. Your head rested on his chest, which was moving up and down quickly. And without saying a word, he started stroking your hair just the way you liked it.

“Relaxed?” He asked you after a while. You mumbled a ‘yes’ before closing your eyes and breathing in his strong, sweet scent again.

His chest was unbelievably comfortable. You had never shared a bed with him at night, but you could picture how good it would feel, to have his strong arms wrapped carefully around your body while you sleep. You almost dozed off, but the feeling of Jack’s lips on top of your head made you open your eyes again.

“How about we get out of these dirty clothes and take the couch for the rest of the evening?” He mid-whispered as he rubbed your back.

“Sounds amazing” you mumbled, half asleep, as you tried to push yourself up. Your struggle made him laugh “Not funny” you said, but it only made him laugh more.

Suddenly, he wrapped his arms under your legs and behind your back, lifting you up from the floor in one swift move. You immediately wrapped yours around his neck, holding on for dear life.

You closed your eyes again “I love you, Jack” you said, not really knowing why you said it. But there was no going back and you didn’t regret it as much as you thought you would.

Jack then laughed and kissed your temple “I love you too, Princess”

“Do you really think I’m a princess?” You asked, not really sure if you were drunk or just sleepy. Both alcohol and sleep had the same effect on you, anyway. You usually hated yourself when that happened, but this time, you were amused.

“Of course you are” he said, smiling, knowing that you were just tired “And whoever says otherwise is lying” he reassured you.

You opened an eye to look at him “Then why don’t I have a boyfriend?” You asked him, and your heart sunk while the words left your mouth. You always tried to deny it, but being the only one of your childhood friends who wasn’t in a relationship yet made you insecure. At first, you thought there was something wrong with you. Then, that there was something wrong with boys. And now, you didn’t have a clue anymore.

“Because you don’t deserve any of those jerks, that’s why” Jack said, putting you down on your bed. You held his arm, gesturing him to lie down next to you. And so he did.

You stayed in silence for a moment “Then what kind of guy do I deserve?” You asked him.

He was lying on his side, resting his weight on one of his elbows, so he could get a better look at your face. His other hand was traveling up and down your arm, caressing it like you always said you loved it “The best there is” he said “Someone who knows all your weaknesses, but who never uses them against you. Someone who helps you overcome them” you turned your head to look at him “Someone who makes you laugh, loves you like he loves himself, respects you, treats you like the princess you are” he smiled, and you couldn’t help but to smile back.

You nodded “Thanks for being so sweet” you said “I’m glad I got you”

“Hey, I was just talking truth” he smiled. He then cupped your face and gave you a small kiss on your cheek “I love you, Y/N, okay?” He said, and you nodded “And whoever hurts you…well, consider them dead already”

You chuckled at his protectiveness. But deep inside, you were happy you had someone like Jack by your side.

Suddenly, you noticed that his hand was still on your cheek, and that his eyes were still fixed on yours. You put your hand over his, drawing small circles on his skin with your thumb as he caressed your cheek with his.

You were confused, and you could tell he was as well. Because now you were looking at each other’s eyes. No words were needed, and he already knew he had been so fucking blind all this time.

How couldn’t have he realized it sooner?

You were the reason he woke up with a smile every day. Seeing you happy made him happy, and seeing you sad broke him inside. You were the first girl he had ever opened himself to. The first girl he introduced his family to. He didn’t want to have a little fun overnight and leave you the following morning, because he would feel empty without you. So fucking empty.

He had seen you as a best friend until he realized you weren’t his. Until he realized that you could eventually grow feelings for another boy, and that you could leave him for someone else who made you happier. And he wanted to be the one who made you happy, no matter how selfish it might sound.

And that, according to Conor, was called being in love. Not only that, but being in love with your best friend. Shit.

And as Jack thought he was crazy, he leaned in, and you didn’t stop him, because deep inside you wanted this as much as he did. Your lips touched in a soft, careful move, and the taste of each other’s mouths left you wanting more.

You found yourself on top of Jack again, but this time, it was far better. He held you tight as his tongue worked its way inside your mouth, making you feel things you didn’t even know were possible. And shit, you were kissing your best friend. Your freaking best friend. But then again, was there really another man who loved you as much as he did?

“You okay?” He asked you when you pulled apart, his blue eyes fixed on yours, calming you down with his stare.

“I am now” you whispered before closing the gap between your lips again.

And that’s when he knew. It didn’t matter if you were his best friend. It didn’t matter if he had seen hundreds of girls before. You were the one.

Roll The Dice

Requested: can you do one where you play love dice with one of them?

Authors Note: Contains smut, swearing, and hella bad thigh writing because I know nothing, I don’t even know why you’re reading my shit anymore like why haven’t you given up yet. 

Summary: Y/N goes over to the twins house with her friend and they play a game of love dice. 


6 sides. 2 dice. 12 possibilities.
“I don’t think I’m drunk enough for this just yet” you giggled nervously as your eyes darted between the two boys and your best friend.
“Oh common, it’s just a bit of fun” she nudged you as she winked cheekily. You disappear into your mind for a second as you replay the events that occurred earlier tonight.

“Common, it will be fun. You never have fun” she dismissed as she roamed through your wardrobe, throwing various shirts onto your bed. You know that she didn’t mean anything by the comment, but you couldn’t help but feel a pang of hurt when she described you in that manner. You were always the ‘safe’ one out of the two of you, but there was nothing wrong with being safe. Was there?
“I do have fun” you defend, crossing your arms across your chest.
“No you don’t. Your idea of fun is binge watching some terrible television show and then having a two-hour long conversation about the character development of the ‘bad guy’. That’s not fun, that’s just sad” she laughs. Now, you were starting to get mad.
“Just because my idea of fun doesn’t involve getting drunk out of my mind and blowing some random guy in the bar’s bathroom stall doesn’t mean it’s inferior” you snap, your chesting heaving as you tried to calm down your breathing.
“Okay, calm down there tiger, I wasn’t saying that. I’m just saying I think it would be good for you to get out of the house and try ‘my fun’” she turned, placing her hands in the air and doing those annoying hand signs.
“Fine” you huffed.
“And if you hate it and you regret every single thing you do, then we’ll never speak of it again and I will never bug you to come out with me. I promise” she smiled, holding out her hand with her pinky finger extended.
“Deal”

So, that’s why you were here. At the twin’s place, in some uncomfortably tight jeans and a plain white tee that was low cut enough to show off your black lace bra. She talked you into having a drink or two to calm down your already exploding nerves, and the next thing you know you were all playing drinking games and sitting on the ground with an empty bottle and a pair of love dice ready to sell your soul to Satan for an escape route out of here. It’s not like you didn’t think the boys were attractive, it’s just this isn’t how you imagined ‘getting to know them’.
“What happens here, stays here” Ethan murmured as he picked up the dice and started to observe the words carved into them.
“Where did you find these anyway?” Grayson chuckled, raising his eyebrow at your friend.
“The adult shop” she shrugged, like this was the normal for her.
“Okay, who’s going first” she chirped, taking a long sip from her glass of gin and tonic.
“I vote Y/N” Ethan smirked from beneath his long eye-lashes, his eyes becoming dark and lustful. Your breath hitched in your throat as you downed the rest of whatever was in your cup, and spun the empty bottle. After what felt like a century as your heart pounded against your chest, it landed on your best friend, a sigh of relief escaping your lips.
“Everyone loves a little girl on girl action” she winked at you as she handed you the dice. You shook them in your hand and threw them onto the ground.
“Suck, neck” Grayson read aloud. You swallowed the lump in your throat, as you crawled over to your friend as she leaned back against the couch, preparing herself for you. You climbed onto her lap and pushed her hair to the side swiftly as you attached your lips to her neck and started to suck. You bit down carefully on the tender skin as a fresh bruise formed underneath your touch. You heard her moan in pleasure as she gripped your waist, her nails digging into the exposed skin as she lifted the edge of your shirt slightly. You blew cold air onto the tender skin, getting out of her lap and going back to your spot as if you didn’t just give your best friend of four years a hickey. 



“That was so hot” Ethan choked as he shifted his position, tugging on his pants to make room for what you could only assume was his member hardening at the sight.
“My turn” she giggled, as she spun the bottle which landed on Ethan. She picked up the dice swiftly and threw them on the ground, not breaking the contact that her and Ethan shared.
“Lips, kiss. Simple enough” she tilted her head cockily as she stood up and walked over to Ethan as he followed her every move. She slowly lowered herself onto his lap just like you had done not only seconds ago. She grabbed a fist full of his hair and tugged him towards her lips as she crashed them against his forcefully.


 A part of you wanted to look away as they both fought for dominance, but you were intrigued by the whole thing. You desperately wanted to be as confident and as sure in yourself as she was, and you decided tonight was not the night for holding back. Tonight, you were going to be the fun and the reckless one. You were lost in your own thought that you hadn’t realised that Ethan had already spun the bottle and it landed on you. Your eyes widened in shock as he threw the dice, landing on suck and breast. You took a deep breath as you gripped the hem of your shirt and lifted it over your head, placing it on the ground beside you. Your friend and both the boys looked at you in shock as you sat there in your black, lace bra, ready for Ethan to do whatever he needed to do to win this game. He paused for a second, looking at you almost as if he was asking permission as you nodded. He moved closer to you, as he gripped your waist, lifting you onto his lap as you straddled his waist, immediately feeling his already growing bulge between your thighs. You gasped at the feeling, as Ethan smirked at you devilishly, knowing exactly what he was doing to you. His fingers traced circles on your back, as they made their way up your waist and to the lining of your bra, as he pulled one side down a little bit, extremely close to your nipple as he attached his lips and started to suck. You titled your head back as a soft and delicate moan escaped your lips, your cheeks flushed red in embarrassment. Ethan looked up at you in awe at the sound, his eyes lighting up with a slight glint to them, as he bit leant back down lightly, licking on the reddened skin. He cupped the other breast and started to squeeze it slightly which drove you over the edge, as he switched sides and started to bite lightly on the exposed skin.
“Do you guys want a room” you heard your friend chuckle as you jumped off of his lap. You shifted back to your spot, spinning the bottle as it landed on Grayson. You took a deep breath, nervous as hell as you rolled the dice and refused to look at what it landed on.
“What does the question mark mean?” Grayson furrowed his eyebrows and he looked at your friend confused.
“It means that you get to choose what she does, or I do, or anyone does actually. This is normally how you win the game because you pick something that people refuse to do” she challenged, expecting me to chicken out immediately.
“Oh” you stuttered.
“Well then” Grayson laughed timidly. He met your burning gaze with uncertainty, as you smiled comfortingly in his direction.
“I have an idea. How about you ride him” she taunted at you. You felt your chest tighten as you glared at her in anger. What is she trying to do to you!
“You want her to ride my thigh?” Grayson raised his eyebrow.
“Yup. There’s a room over there isn’t there?” she continued. She looked down at you, and you know that she meant the best but you couldn’t help but feel she was being condescending. She always did things like this to separate you from her. She would always challenge you to do things she knew you wouldn’t do to almost put you down a bit, to resume her position as ‘alpha’ amongst the two of you. But not tonight.
“Okay” you said confidently, as you stood up and tapped Grayson on the shoulder, beckoning him to follow you. You heard him jump to his feet as his heavy footsteps followed you into the darkly lit bedroom. You looked around the room, as the surging confidence within you started to fade as your mind wondered off to the darkest corners of your thoughts.  
“You don’t have to do this you know” he smiled kindly as he placed his hands on the side of your face, searching your eyes to make sure you were okay. Why is everyone always wondering if you’re okay like some scared little girl?
“I wouldn’t do something I don’t want to do” you stood taller as you placed a hand on his chest and pushed him lightly onto the bed. You hadn’t done this before and you felt yourself start to tremble in fear. You stood there like an idiot, as you looked at every corner of the room to avoid looking at him.
“It’s okay Y/N” Grayson stood up, placing one hand on your shoulder and the other on the side of your face, cupping it softly. He slowly leaned in and kissed you so softly as if he was afraid to break you. You felt safe in his kiss, as you laced your fingers around his neck and pulled him closer to you. He responded by tracing his tongue across your bottom lip, asking you for permission for him to enter as you tasted his tongue in your mouth. You took his bottom lip between your teeth as a deep moan vibrated through the kiss. You grabbed a fist-full of Grayson’s shirt and pulled him towards you as his chest collided with yours. He broke the kiss to remove his shirt, pulling you by your waist, starting to kiss along your jawline as you tilted your head back to give him more access. Grayson pulled the both of you towards the bed, as he sat down and held you up as he fiddled with the button to your jeans. You helped him and pulled them off, leaving you still in your bra and matching lace underwear.
“Oh fuck me” Grayson gasped at the sight of you, as he mentally groaned at the torture of seeing you standing in front of him and not acting on it. You slowly lowered yourself onto his thick thigh as he ran his hands through your hair, kissing you as you started to grind against the rough fabric of his denim jeans. You didn’t think it would have an effect, but once your clit rubbed against the harsh material, you knew you’d be cumming in no time. Grayson’s hand wondered to your back as he unclasped your bra and threw it to the ground abruptly. He stared at your chest with pure joy like a kid at Christmas time as he took one of your nipples in-between his teeth and carefully sucked. You moaned so loudly, that you were terrified Ethan and your friend would hear you, but you didn’t care as Grayson’s other hand slipped into your underwear and started to rub up and down your heat. 


“God you’re so wet for me” he stuttered as he kissed you again, the harder you rode his thigh, the closer you came to climaxing. You started to palm Grayson with one hand through his jeans as the other gripped his shoulder for support as you grinded against him so hard you knew you’d be walking funny tomorrow. Finally, you felt your stomach tighten with a knot, as it released immediately as you climaxed all over Grayson’s thigh. He kissed you as you were cumming, and gripped your hips tightly, as you were sure you’d have bruises there tomorrow.
“That was so fucking hot” he choked, inserting his finger into your already sensitive core and withdrawing them immediately, sucking on his fingers to taste you.
“Do you want to go back out and keep playing” you panted, as you tried to stand up, but your knees were weak and you fell right back into Grayson.
“I have a better idea” he winked as he threw you onto the bed and climbed onto you.
This was going to be a night you’ll never forget

Night Changes - Tom Holland Imagine

Friends – this was a long and tedious battle with myself. 

Send comments, questions, concerns, complaints, requests.

Thanks.xxx


Originally posted by spiderholland

“Look, I understand that everyone seems to be obsessed with finding their soulmate,” you continued, “– and I know that it seems like everyone is obsessing over it – but they aren’t, darling.” You gripped your nephew’s hand a bit tighter – you don’t want him to continue to feel pressured by this system, especially at such a young age. “I know that it seems like this is everything the world is worrying about, but it’s honestly just a phase right now, buddy.”

You wrap your free arm around his shoulders and you grip him tight. You place your chin on the top of his head, you love holding him close.

“Okay, but,” he starts, “it’s not fair that Chris and Alex are soulmates – it’s not fair that they found each other in the fourth grade!” He whined a bit, and you heard him gasp slightly as he continued to try to regain oxygen. “Everyone is obsessed with it and now it’s making me worry about the future.”

“Okay, but honey,” you said, “you don’t have to worry about the future! You’re so young and you have so much time left before you – you have so much time to figure yourself out before you have to worry about someone else." 

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Happy Trails

Pairing: Mike Faist x Reader

Warning: Mentions of some swear words and sex-related stuff, a bit fluffly at first but steamy towards the end ;-)

Prompt: After a year being the understudy for Zoe Murphy, you finally got the role of Veronica Sawyer in Heathers as it debuts in Broadway. The entire gang is happy for you (((until Mike finds about the choreography for Dead Girl Walking))).

Requested: Nope. (but someone should have)

Word Count: 1918

Note: OKAY I KNOW that heathers only had an off-broadway production but lets pretend that it makes a broadway debut here. Hope y’all enjoy this. ((also, if i made a part 2 for this it would me smut smut smut so hmu if u want that to happen)) 

MASTERLIST

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“You have to answer it.”

“Ben’s right, Y/N. This could be it. You could be a real star.”

“Dude, we won best musical this year. She’s already a star.”

“I know but she could be a lead star this time, not an understudy star.”

“Way to help in calming down those nerves, Will.” 

“Alright, everybody just shut the fuck up!” You exclaimed, silencing everyone in the room. 

Your eyes dart back towards the vibrating phone sitting on the table, chewing your lip as you continue to grow anxious. 

Everyone in the room stared at you with wide eyes. They didn’t know how to help you in a time like this. A few months ago you auditioned for the role of Veronica Sawyer for ‘Heathers: The Musical” as it makes its Broadway debut for the first time. You remembered watching a show from its off-Broadway production a few years back and you instantly fell in love with it, especially with the way Barrett hit those notes in every single song. Since then, you worked your way into getting the role of Veronica. That included hours of voice, dance, and theatre training. 

Then you got a job. You became the understudy for Zoe Murphy in Dear Evan Hansen and you couldn’t be happier. You met Mike Faist and to say that the two of you weren’t close would be a lie.

It started off with innocent flirtation, which lead to dirty innuendoes, and ended with plain admiration from one another. You liked him, you liked having him around you. He’s always there to make you feel confident with your abilities and he never fails to show you just how talented you are. He truly brings out the best in you.

You liked your job. You got the chance to spend time with an amazing team and an even more amazing cast. But when the announcement on the search for Heathers: The Musical cast members was made, you knew you had a shot at making your dream a reality.

Now here you are, sitting in a circle with all your cast members. Mike was sitting beside you, rubbing your back softly as you contemplated on answering the call.

“Okay, but what if I don’t get it?”

Everyone groaned. Will stood up and made his way towards the table. “You will never know unless you take the call.”

You quickly stood up, running towards the table and shielding the phone from Will. “Back to where you were! No one’s touching that phone but me.”

“You better answer it now! Before they hang up, Y/N.” Ben said loudly.

You kneeled in front of the table, still hesitant. “I might not even get the role. Bad news is only bad news if you answer the phone.” You say, chuckling nervously.

You hear Mike shuffle behind you. “For the love of God,” Before you can even turn around, Mike put a hand on your waist and reached for the phone with the other. You shriek in surprise as you grab a hold of his wrist. 

He raised his eyebrows towards your grip and then to you, signalling for you to let go. When he doesn’t feel even the slightest bit of falterer in your hold, he uses his other hand to grip your hand and peel it off his wrist.

“I got it.” He mouths to you, smiling. You nodded slowly as you chew your lip. 

It’s a bad habit of yours; to chew your lip whenever you get nervous. Mike’s eyes take a glance of your swollen lip, momentarily thinking how it would feel against his own before pressing the green button on your phone.

You watched in horror as he takes the call. “Hello? Yeah, Y/N isn’t around but i can pass your message along.” He spoke into the phone.

You tried standing up as you possibly could not sit still in a moment like this when you realized Mike still has not let go of your hand. He gave a light tug towards his direction, motioning for you to sit back down.

You shook your head and proceeded to stand up, dragging him with you as you started pacing across the room.

You mumbled a series of oh no’s and oh god’s while the rest watches the two of you.

“They are dating, right?” Kristolyn points out.

Laura shakes her head. “They’re both too blind to even admit that they like each other.

“But it’s right there. Mike is literally being the supportive boyfriend right now.” Will says, watching as you nearly tripped on a pillow.

Mike suddenly pulls you to his side to keep you from falling over.  

“You okay?” He mouthed at you. You nodded, feeling your entire face heating up as he kept his hand on your lower back, still talking to the man on the phone. 

And just look at that. They’re so oblivious, it’s not even funny anymore.” Will continues. Everyone hums in agreement when Mike ended the phone call.

All eyes were on Mike as he took a deep breath.

“Y/N…”

“I didn’t get it. It’s okay. I still hav-” You started to walk away, head down as you tried to stay optimistic.

His next words made you stop in your tracks. 

“You got it.”

Your head snaps towards the long-haired man who held your phone in his hand.

“What?” You spoke softly, tears welling up. 

He smiled at you, handing you your phone. “You are now Broadway’s very first Veronica Sawyer.”

It took five seconds for his words to sink in and everyone started cheering. The room filled with cheers of “Congratulations!” and “Happy trails!”.

You felt your heart was going to explode. Words could not express the joy you were feeling. You did it. All your hardwork has paid off. 

The tears finally fell and Mike opened his arms, a huge grin plastered on his face.

You immediately ran up to him as he held you. His lips move to your ear to whisper. “I am extremely proud of you.

You smiled as you nuzzled your face against his chest. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“No, Y/N. This was all you.”

The cheering still hasn’t died down. Everyone was happy for you.

“My fake daughter’s leaving!” Michael exclaimed, looking at you with a pout.

You pulled away from Mike’s embrace as you giggled at Michael’s comment.

“Technically, I’m your back-up fake daughter.”

“Still my fake daughter.” 

Laura and Kristolyn threw their arms around you.

“Congratulations on your first lead role, Y/N!” Laura said.

You reciprocated their hug. “Thank you.” You say, your cheeks starting to hurt a little from smiling.

Ben quickly made a beeline towards you and hugged you really tight as he spun you around. You giggled loudly when he continued shouting congratulations. He put you down, pressing a kiss on your cheek.

“You’ll be great out there. It was the easiest job I had, falling in love you every performance.” He said, smiling at how cheesy his statement was.

You thanked Ben with with a smile. Suddenly, you felt arms wrapping around you from behind. You turned your head around to see Mike smiling down at you.

“Jealous?” You said jokingly, chuckling at his actions. He tightened his grip around you. 

“Maybe.” You felt him press a kiss on your temple, leaving a tingling feeling on your skin.

That alone made your entire face red. You tried hiding it but it was too late.

“Look! She’s already red from a kiss on the cheek. Imagine how red she’s gonna be during the choreography for Dead Girl Walking.” Will spoke, laughing loudly with the rest of the cast.

“What’s with the choreography?” Mike asked innocently.

Kristolyn giggled. “You seriously don’t know?”

Mike shook his head. “I know the songs but I haven’t seen the choreography.”

Ben sighed, pulling out his phone. “C’mere, I’ll show you a bootleg of-”

“No!” You shrieked, pushing Ben’s hand away from the two of you. At this point, your face was already red like a tomato.

Mike shrugged. “I’ve danced all my life. I’m sure I can help Y/N with that if it’s that hard, right?” He said, looking down at you with an innocent smile.

Everyone started laughing as you felt your face heat up even more, imagining Mike playing as JD. It would be a lie if you said you weren’t turned on with that. That idea had you unconsciously rub your thighs together. 

That sudden movement had Mike clearing his throat, adjusting his position. “Are you alright?” He whispered.

You nodded quickly, not able to form words at the moment.

“Mike, it’s a sex ballad.” Laura chuckled.

Mike’s eyes widened as his grip around you tightened even more, fingers digging into your hip. “What?”

“Listen to the lyrics. It’s about Veronica having sex with JD. The choreography is pretty much making out and humping in front of everyone else.” She continued.

Mike’s eyes widened, pulling you ever so slightly away from his chest so your behind wouldn’t feel the tent forming in his jeans. His mind couldn’t stop picturing Y/N rehearsing that song with him. 

“Oh.”

You couldn’t feel your face anymore. The redness has already creeped down to your neck while everyone else talks about Heathers.

“How do the actors keep it down during that song? Because if it were me, it would be too hard.” Will stated, laughing at the double meaning of what he just said.

You cleared your throat. “I guess the actor uses a cup? or maybe the actor isn’t into girls?” You say, voice faltering a bit.

“Oh. Well if that were Mike, doing that would be a bit difficult. Right?” Will said, tilting his head towards Mike.

Before he could answer, you pulled way from him. “I’ll just splash some water on my face alright? I’m not feeling too well.” You said quickly, making your way towards the bathroom.

You closed the door behind you with a bang and leaned towards the sink, splashing water on your face. You were getting too turned on with all the comments they were giving. Right now, you had to take your mind off the gutter before it gets too much. 

With your hands still covering your face, you heard the door open. You lift your head, only to see Mike standing a few meters away from you.

“Mike, this is the women’s bathr-”

“I can help you rehearse.” He said, cutting you off.

The tension in the room was thick. You tightened your grip on the sink as you felt your knees weaken.

“What?”

He moved closer towards you until he had you pinned against the sink. He placed his hands on your hips, pushing your shirt up just enough for him to brush his thumb against your skin. He brushed your hair to the side of your neck and you felt his lips against your neck.

You inhaled sharply. He pressed a tender kiss behind your ear.

“I can help you rehearse, ” He whispered. You felt him take your earlobe between his teeth, sucking on the skin softly.

You whimper as he tightens his grip on your hips, his foot pushing your legs apart. You pressed your center against his thigh, rutting your hips against his denim jeans. All his attention is still on your neck as he leaves hickeys, sucking and nibbling on the exposed skin. 

Your breathing quickens. 

“…You just have to tell me how it goes.”

| part 2 here |

Would You Rather...

“Thank you so much for doing this for me, Y/N! Rather have some company on my way to work than drive alone.”

She’s settling herself into the passenger’s seat when James beams at her, his expression excited as he helps her with the seatbelt.

“Seatbelt’s a bit tricky here ehh! But anytime, anytime.”

She’s watched tons of these carpool karaoke skits, each with an inspiring artist sitting on the spot she’s so lucky to be in now. She’s been excited about this ever since she got the call, the fact that James had moved his show out to LA making it easier for her to confirm. The both of them went over where the cameras were located before filming started, and when she asked what tracks they’d be karaok-ing to or what questions he’ll be asking, he just would not spill. So that makes her just a tad nervous if she’s being honest.

But she knows, or at least hopes, that any real bad uh-oh’s will be edited out for her sake.

So no, it’s not unexpected at all when the first track that pops up is her latest single, and right off the bat they’re belting out the lyrics and having a grand time.

With breaks for questions between songs, James is sure to ask about the new unreleased album, commenting and complementing her on the sound.

When they come to a red light at the corner of the street and they’re spotted by fans who begin to ask for pictures and autographs, Y/N has to look apologetically at James, giving him a desperate look before softly saying she’ll be quick.

She takes a bit of time to hug and sign whatever items are being shoved at her, taking an occasional picture before she waves James over to join her. And he can’t quiet say no. A lot of celebrities don’t normally do this, they’d rather keep their head low and pace fast, but seeing Y/N’s interactions with her fans has him putting the car in park and joining her for group photos.

Eventually they make their way back into the vehicle and on the road again.

She apologies endlessly about having him stop, but he assures her it’s okay, that they should probably continue with what they were doing since she’s on a tight schedule.

“I think you’re gonna like this next one. Little bird told me you’re a big fan.”

And Y/N’s sure her eyes light up instantly the second Harry’s verse comes up, but she doesn’t care, she’s singing and smiling and James is doing it, too. When the song comes to an end she can’t wipe the smile off her face, and James sure does take a notice to that.

“Great song that was wasn’t it?”

Y/N can only nod in agreement.

“They’re great guys, too. Really are.”

“I bet they are lovely people.”

“You’ve never met them?”

“Oh I wish, but no unfortunately I haven’t.”

“Oh you lot would get on well. You sort of remind me of Harry in how you are with your fans.”

“Really now? I can only hope I’m half as generous. I admire him for that.”

A smirk plays on his lips now, eyes on the road but still taking notice to your words.

“Okay so I heard you absolutely hate answering these.” And James cannot hide the devious smile that’s made its way into his face.

“Oh no! I should have really asked for the itinerary on this interview.”

James can’t help but laugh.

“Okay so would you rather-”

Just by the sound of those words, Y/N knows she gonna wanna fling herself out of the car. And she’s not subtle about the fact that she detests the scenarios the questions bring by the way she bring her hand to her forehead and grunts.

“-would you rather open for Madonna, or run into Harry Styles and make a fool of yourself?”

“I hope Madonna doesn’t hold this against me, and I hope Harry Styles won’t laugh when I fall face first in front of him. I’d rather run into Harry and make a fool of myself.”

“Well that didn’t take long! Why on earth would you pick making a fool of yourself over opening for Madonna??” But James isn’t really surprised much.

“I did answer that too quickly didn’t I? And I dunno, there’s just something about Harry that I think it’d be nice to have a conversation with him, after I apologise for falling down.”

“Wait, you’re the one on the floor and YOU’LL be apologising to HIM??”

“I don’t know!! It’s the polite think to do.”

“You really are something else. But I guess it makes sense you pick Harry. He’s a great guy. Good heart, great looking too don’t you think?”

“He’s handsome, yes!” Y/N starts to gush.

And the way she begins to describe him is like she’s talking about him to her friends. She goes on and on about how nice he must be and how she’s heard nothing but good things. She tells James how she’s looked up to him as a human being since before she got big in the music industry.

“I think he’s just great all around!”

“But you haven’t even met him.” James is sure to dig at this topic, eager to hear what more she has to say about the heartthrob.

“Well I’ve heard loads of stories about how down to earth he is. And I know this sounds crazy, and you probably won’t believe me, but for some reason it’s like I do know him. Or at least like I’ve met him in another life.”

James can’t ignore the glint in her eye as she talked about him, a tone in her voice so sincere he can believe her when she says she feels like she’s met him before. And the way James is looking at her, not in any type of way like he thinks she’s completely bonkers, makes her blush.

“Oh god. James tell me you’ll edit all that out! I will kill you if that airs!”

“Oí, now my life is at stake if I don’t!”

***

When Y/N wakes up to the abnormal ringing from her phone, she doesn’t think much of it. She reaches a hand out and silences the device, not bothering to even glance at the screen. But then the buzzing begins, and she wouldn’t have been bothered if not for the fact that it won’t settle down.

All she really wants to do is sleep. She’s been doing promo non stop for the new album that she’s been looking forward to this day, her schedule clear, the only thing to do for the day is sleep. But seeing as it doesn’t look like she’s gonna get much rest with her phone buzzing like crazy,(and she would turn it off if she hadn’t put an alarm to catch the episode of Carpool Karaoke that she starred in), she reaches over for her phone, the notifications being replaced by the second with new ones.

Her eyes skim her mentions on Twitter, and oh god why!! She just wants to bury herself underneath the blankets and stay there forever. It was one thing to admire Harry Styles, but for the world to know…for Harry to know. She’s never even had a conversation with the guy and now he’s probably gonna think she’s a crazed fan.

She should really call James up and give him an ear full, but it’s out there and no amount of words she yells his way are going to change that. So she turns off her phone instead, now more than ever she needs to take the time to relax and think of how she’s going to avoid ever meeting Harry Styles.

***

Y/N doesn’t much get the chance to go out by herself, whether it be out for a jog or out for a bite, she usually has someone tag along with her. But she’s been feeling the need to have lunch by herself, and enjoy her own company. So when she arrives at the restaurant and sees a swarm of paparazzi across the street, she takes note to maintain her head low and make her way inside as quick as possible, but not once does it cross her mind as to why the irregular amount of photographers. That is until her shoulder clashes with a body too strong to ignore with out looking up to apologise to.

And she opens her mouth, but the words “sorry” don’t seem to come out, they get caught in her throat instead.

“Sorry, M'sorry ‘bout tha’, love.” And he reaches out to touch her shoulder, his hand warm on her skin. But she stays quiet still, a smile on her face.

She offer a smile to say it’s okay, she’s fine, and she’s ready to walk away before Harry calls after her, making her turn around to look at him.

And wow he’s tall. And she’s pictured meeting him a dozen times, but in her mind the situation’s always been hectic, never this casual.

“'Ello.” He gives a small wave, and takes the few steps forward to meet her. He stands hunched in front of her, his arms open at the last few strides, and with out a second thought, he’s engulfing her into a hug, his arms around her waist and his chin set on her shoulder. She can’t do much other than wrap her arms around his neck to welcome his hug. His body is warm on hers, a hug so tight she can’t remember the last time she shared a hug this amazing with anyone.

And Harry knows he’s testing his limits. It’s their first encounter and he’s hugging her like they’ve known each other for ages, but like it might be the only time he ever gets to have his arms around her. So he lingers a bit, smiling into her hair, and he’s glad to feel her relax into him, feel the air leaving her lips on his collarbone as she buries her face into his neck.

Y/N is screaming at herself inside her head. Why is she still not saying anything. She really hopes she doesn’t think she’s being rude, it’s just that she’s completely star struck. But he doesn’t seem bothered or phased by it. Instead he takes it upon himself to make conversation as he smiles down at her.

“Watched ye’ with James the other day.”

And she still doesn’t know what to say, only this time the embarrassment escalates with the addition of her cheeks burning, and she can only imagine how flushed she must look.

Harry only smiles at her reaction, proud at himself for that, but he won’t admit to it. The only reason why James had even brought him up during their ride was because Harry had mentioned Y/N once…maybe twice..or more. And yeah he’d never had a proper conversation with her, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to meet her. He’d heard amazing things about her, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t watch her in interviews often. So yeah, Harry feels accomplished at the fact that he can make her blush.

“M'honoured tha’ ye’ look up t'me. And that you picked me over Madonna.” He chuckles, giving her a half smirk. Is he trying to make her uncomfortable? She smiles anyway, nodding in shame and averting her eyes to the ground.

“I’d probably be too nervous to open for her anyway.”

“Woah, she talks.” This time a laugh.

And if he felt accomplished before, hearing her laugh makes it even better.

“Was g'na have some lunch on my own. Would rather ye’ join me. Up fo’ it?”

“Would love that, yes.”

So he leads her to a table, his palm on her lower back. And like the gentleman he is, he pulls out her chair for her and then sits directly in front of her.

“For what it’s worth, I’d asked James to cut out the bit where I went on about you.”

“Wha’? Oh tha’ hurts.”

“Oh no no, I just didn’t want that to be a thing.”

“S'okay m'just messin’ with ye’.”

“Oh ha-ha make fun of me. But at least give me credit for not falling face first!”

And Harry laughs at that.

And through out lunch he laughs at all her jokes, and she laughs at his. And he realises he quite enjoys her laugh, and her company. It feels so genuine. And he must admit it’s quite hard to make friends now a days, he usually only frequently hangs out with people he already knows. But he finds himself wanting to go out with Y/N more.

So when lunch is over and they’re getting ready to split ways, he offers her his number and promises to pick up whenever she calls.

Faking It

Paring: Bucky Barnes x reader

Characters: All the Avengers

After getting news about a family reunion coming up, the reader decides to set up a plan to make her look like she isn’t as single as she actually is. But when all her candidates can’t go, she’s left with the only person who she least expects to go along with the plan.

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: Okay, I’m terrible at summaries. Just read the imagine and tell me what you think. If you want to be tagged on all of my works tell me, please. And if you want a second part to this tell me, it’s still under consideration

All other parts are on the masterlist

Originally posted by stuckwithbuck

It was the annual family reunion. Well, not so annual. The last family reunion was two years ago and the last family reunion you attended was six years go. You were a teenager at the time and itching to leave home. Not to mention you were the definition of teenage angst.

Now, you were someone completely different. You were Y/N Y/L/N, an Avenger. You were badass and can take down a man in less than 5 seconds. You didn’t have any powers, but you were a skillful fighter. It was a dream when Nick Fury offered you to join the elite team. So much adrenaline and you absolutely loved the members of your team.

Your family didn’t know this, of course, they think you’re a secretary for Tony Stark. Which isn’t an entire lie. You and Tony came to an agreement and he allowed you to pass that small lie. He was a good friend and you always did favors for him, you didn’t mind of course.

However, now that you’re going back home after not seeing your family for so many years, your mother is gonna expect some things. Knowing your mother, she will either hope for a man on your hand, a ring on your finger, or maybe even a baby bump. You surely didn’t have any of those. You also didn’t want to seem like a complete loser. Your older brother was already married with a baby on the way. Your older sister was engaged. Which means that they will be nagging you about how you don’t have a boyfriend or girlfriend.

You certainly didn’t want to walk into that reunion empty handed.

An idea popped into your head, not a very good one, but an idea nonetheless. You were going to ask Steve if he can accompany you. The look on their faces when I walk in there with Captain America will be priceless! You thought to yourself.

“FRIDAY? Where’s Steve?” You asked the system.

“Captain Rogers is in the gym, Miss Y/L/N,” She replied.

“Thank you,” You added and walked down to the gym. Just like you were said, Steve was hitting the punching bag. The muscles on his back were visible through his tight shirt. His blond hair was disheveled and drenched in sweat.

“Steve,” You called.

He turned and smiled at you, “Hi Y/N.”

You waltzed towards him, “Stevie Wonder, Stevie boy, Steve baby.” You poked his firm chest at each ridiculous nickname you gave him.

He had an amusing look on his face, “What is it?”

“So listen,” You patted his chest one more time before drawing your attention towards his face. “I have this family reunion coming up next week and my mother is expecting me to walk in with a significant other, so I was hoping you could go with me.” You smiled widely.

Steve raised his eyebrows, he looked surprised and flattered at the same time. A small blush rose on his cheeks, “Y/N, I’d love to, really I would, but I’m busy next week. Upcoming mission with Sam.”

You groaned, “Sam was my second choice.”

He laughed, “Sorry Y/N. If you asked me sooner, maybe I could’ve gone.”

“My mother called me this morning, it was all news to me too,” You paused. “Alright gotta find another date.”

“Ask Tony,” He asked, though it came out like a sarcastic comment.

“Tony is old enough to be my dad,” You said.

“And I’m old enough to be your grandpa,” He joked.

“Right you are there, gramps. But no, my family thinks I’m Tony’s secretary so it would be a bit questionable to be dating your boss,” You explained as you left the gym. The doors slid shut behind you.

“Okay,” You said aloud. “Steve is out, so is Sam, Tony definitely.” You gasped. “Thor!”

You went in search for Thor and found him in the lounge area. Mjolnir sat on the coffee table in front of him. Thor was balancing a book in one hand and using his free hand to hold a Poptart. His blond locks were pulled into a bun. His eyes narrowed down at his book. He looked so concentrated that you almost didn’t want to interrupt him.

“Hey Thor,” You greeted.

“Lady Y/N!” he looked up and bellowed.

“Just Y/N, remember? Whatcha reading?” You asked and plopped down on the couch next to him.

“A very interesting book, lots of death,” He smiled and showed you the cover of a book you didn’t recognize. “Hey Thor, I have this family thing coming up and I was wondering if you could go with me. It’s next week.” You said hopeful.

“I have Asgardian business to take care of,” He replied. “But why would you need me to go? Does your family want to see a real life Asgardian god?”

“Kind of. They’re just having high hopes of me being in a relationship. Considering the fact that all my other siblings and cousins are married, dating someone or engaged. I am the only single cousin that I know of.”

“Just tell your parents the truth. Say ‘Mother, Father, I have no one.’” Thor smiled and shrugged. “Simple as that.”

“You don’t get it, Thor, I can’t say that.” You whined and buried your head in a pillow.

“I’ll never understand your Midgardian ways,” He frowned.

Your shoulders slumped once again, you stood up and left.

The rest of the day you asked everyone who was a worthy candidate. Natasha said that she was busy of course. She was going on that mission with Steve. Wanda didn’t feel comfortable to be around so many unknown people. Pietro would not go anywhere without his sister because he didn’t want to leave her alone. You didn’t want to ask Vision because you knew he’d say no and you’re convinced he has a thing for Wanda.

You slid down in the chair and mumbled miserably to yourself. You had checked off everyone on the list. No one could go. You banged your head against the island as you tried to come up with another plan.

“Hey Y/N,” Bucky entered the kitchen.

It’s as if the gods spoke to you and brought Bucky to you. How could you forget him! He’s your last hope.

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky,” You clung onto him.

He gave you an alarmed look, “Y/N.”

“Bucky, I have a family reunion coming up and my mom and pretty much everyone is expecting me to go with someone. A spouse, of course, and I don’t have one. I already asked Steve and he’s going on a mission with Sam and Natasha. Thor can’t go because he has Asgardian business. Tony is my boss. Clint has a wife. Wanda can’t go because she doesn’t feel comfortable and Pietro doesn’t want to leave her alone. I can’t take Vision because everyone will flip their shit when I show up with Robot Jesus. I’m freaking out because you’re my only hope and I completely forgot about you and if you can’t go I’m gonna be doomed. I’ll be the butt of everyone’s joke and I don’t like being the butt, Bucky.”

“Y/N,” Bucky grabbed your shoulders and shook you a little. “You’re talking so fast and so much.”

You breathed, “Sorry, I’m just freaking out!”

“Calm down,” He said. “When is it?”

“Next week,” You replied.

“Where?”

“Back home in California.”

He nodded, “I’ll do it.”

You perked up, “Really?”

He nodded once again and smiled, “Can’t be too bad? It’ll be fun, besides. I’ve been stuck in here for too long doing nothing good. Also, I’ve always wanted to go to the west coast.”

You squealed and threw your arms around him, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” You repeated. “You saved my ass.”

“I think I’m gonna be doing plenty of that these next few days.”

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