aw look at the way he holds her hand and how she looks at him wow

dare :: zach dempsey

word count: 1635

warnings: lil bit of bryce the predator but mostly fluff and :)

a/n: this is my first time writing an imagine for Zach / 13 reasons why so !!!! I love ross butler !!!!!!!!!!!


“Y/N, come and join us!” You glanced over your shoulder, spotting the gang crowed into a circle in the sitting room but more specifically, you spotted Bryce who was waving you over.

You rolled your eyes, smiling slightly as you told Clay you’d be back after a round of whatever they were playing. He nodded, turning to Hannah to continue their conversation and you left to join the rest of your friends.

You ignored Bryce who was insisting you sit beside him but you had very little trust in that boy, so instead you sat in the empty space beside Zach.

But Bryce was a persistent little guy, unused to the dismissal of his efforts from a girl and so he shooed the guy on your other side and seated himself next to you.

You rolled your eyes, relaxing your head back against the sofa to which Zach released a bout of laughter. You smiled, resting your head against Zach’s shoulder as you watched your friends decide on a game.

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I Got You On My Mind [Part 5]

Jungkook Soulmate AU (Angst)

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Summary: You and Jungkook plan another date after exchanging numbers. Since you’re under house arrest, Jungkook decides to spend the evening at your place. And things seem to go perfectly–until they don’t. 

Word count: 2.1k words

Originally posted by jungxook

After you hobbled home from the music building, your body was exhausted. But you were still thrumming with excitement, clutching your cell phone tightly in your hand. You had finally gotten Jungkook’s phone number, and he finally had yours.

With great difficulty, you managed to pry off your shoe and make it to your bedroom. After carefully setting your crutches aside, you fell back onto your bed. Holding your phone above your face, you couldn’t help the huge smile that spread across your lips.

You opened your contacts, pulling up Jungkook’s profile. He had snapped a silly selfie when he put his number into your phone, and you stared dazedly at your soulmate’s photograph, feeling more fond than you thought was appropriate.

Hesitantly, you composed a new text message. You began to type a quick greeting, but it seemed too formal, so you erased it. “Hey soulmate,” you tried, then immediately cringed. Backspacing quickly, you stared at the blank text. Maybe it would be best to wait for Jungkook to text first.

Letting your arm–and your phone–fall to the bed, you stared up at the plain ceiling and tried to remember Jungkook before the car accident. After racking your brain relentlessly, you were left with a headache and no answers.

That only made you more curious–what was your first encounter with Jungkook really like? He seemed to like you enough now, so surely it must’ve gone well.

With thoughts of Jungkook on your mind, you slowly drifted to sleep, the world around you fading to black.


You woke with a start, your eyes shooting open. Beside your ear, your phone was vibrating loudly. Exhaling shakily, you placed your hand over your racing heart. Eventually, you picked up your phone from beside you, checking the lock screen for notifications.

When you saw what had set off the alert, you nearly dropped your phone.

Jungkook had texted you. Excitedly, you unlocked your phone and opened your messaging app.

RECEIVED 1:43 PM
Hey Y/N 💩

You laughed at Jungkook’s poop emoji and quickly composed a response.

SENT 1:44 PM
Hey 🍪

RECEIVED 1:45 PM
What’s with the cookie?

SENT 1:45 PM
It’s u

SENT 1:45 PM
Kookie

You blushed, wondering if the nickname was a bit too much. Suddenly, your phone buzzed, but this time, it was a text from Jieun. Confused, you opened the new chat.

RECEIVED 1:47 PM
Are u talking to Jungkook? He’s sitting a row in front of me. He’s staring @ his phone and MAD blushing

Laughing, you felt your embarrassment fade away. You quickly replied to Jieun with an affirmative and closed the chat. Returning to your conversation with Jungkook, you saw that he had already responded.

RECEIVED 1:47 PM
…cute

RECEIVED 1:48 PM
So I was wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime. Haven’t seen you in while

SENT 1:49 PM
Like a date? Or are we aiming for platonic soulmates?

Another alert from Jieun appeared on your screen, and you cackled as you went to check her update on Jungkook.

RECEIVED 1:50 PM
WHAT DID U DO?!?! HE’S COMPLETELY RED

RECEIVED 1:50 PM
ARE U SEXTING

SENT 1:50 PM
Jieun wtf

You squirmed around on your bed, feeling happier than you had since you left the hospital. The smile on your face seemed permanent, and you grabbed your pillow and squealed into it. Still, it was kind of depressing that texting your two friends could make you so excited.

Grabbing your phone again, you checked to see if Jungkook had summoned enough courage to respond. He had.

RECEIVED 1:52 PM
Yes, like a date.


SENT 2:01 PM
JIEUN!!!! JUNGKOOK IS COMING OVER FOR A DATE TONIGHT!! PLS HELP ME CLEAN THE APARTMENT AND MYSELF


When Jieun had come home, she frantically shoved the mess in the living room into her own bedroom while you limped around the house, dusting things. It was the most you had ever cleaned since you had moved in together, which was saying a lot.

Then, she had helped you into the shower, making sure you stayed upright as you bathed yourself. Your friendship with Jieun was a true one–both of you had long graduated any feelings of embarrassment around each other.

By the time everything was said and done, it was almost time for Jungkook to arrive. Jieun helped you onto the couch, setting your crutches against the wall beside you.

“I’m going to go to Lisa’s place for awhile,” Jieun said as she flopped onto the couch beside you. “Just call me when you’re ready for me to come home.”

“You don’t have to leave, you know,” you frowned, turning to look at your friend. Jieun just rolled her eyes at you. “I’m serious! I don’t mind.”

“Yeah, but I’m sure Jungkook would,” Jieun snorted. “I’ll let you soulmates do your thing. Just…be careful, okay? Don’t jump headfirst into something you’re not ready for.”

“I’m not going to sleep with him,” you replied, a little incredulously. Jieun winced at that. “We’re just going to watch a movie and talk, I guess.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Jieun said, standing up. She walked over to the foyer and grabbed a jacket from the closet. “Don’t let yourself get swept away by the emotions of the moment.”

“Wow, you’re pretty insightful today,” you commented, trying to lighten the mood. “You should write this shit down.”

“Oh, fuck you,” Jieun laughed. She slipped into her coat. “I’m going to head out now. Call me later, okay?”

On cue, there was a knock at the door. Jieun shot you a serious look before she turned to open the door, but you couldn’t read it. Then, she swung the door open, revealing a slightly nervous Jungkook, still dressed in all black.

Jungkook glanced down at Jieun, who said something quietly to him. From where you were sitting, you couldn’t hear, but you just hoped Jieun wasn’t threatening him. Jungkook frowned and said something back, and then the two brushed passed each other.

Jieun left, shutting the door behind her quietly. When you turned your gaze back to Jungkook, he was smiling lopsidedly at you.

“Hey Y/N,” he said, holding up a plastic bag in his hand. “I brought some Chinese. Hope that’s okay.”

“If I had any doubts that we were soulmates before, I’m completely certain now,” you replied, eyeing the bag hungrily as the scent of Chinese food wafted around the apartment. “You know the way to a girl’s heart.”

“Didn’t think it would be that easy,” Jungkook laughed, stepping out of his shoes and making his way towards you. He set the food onto the coffee table in front of the couch and sat down beside you. “So, what’s the plan?”

“Eating,” you replied immediately, still staring at the takeout. Jungkook laughed again, and when you glanced at him, his eyes were crinkled into crescents. If your heart clenched at that, no one needed to know.

“There was a really good movie I watched recently,” Jungkook said, unpacking the food that he had brought. He popped open the lids, revealing black bean noodles, sweet and sour chicken, and broccoli and beef. You could feel your mouth watering.

“I’m down for anything,” you replied, picking up your laptop from the coffee table. You turned on the screen and opened up your browser. “What’s it called?”

“The Girl Who Leapt Through Time,” Jungkook replied, breaking apart a pair of chopsticks. “Classic.”

“Seriously?” you asked, turning to gawk at him. “Are you a closet weab? How come you never told me before?”

“It’s embarrassing,” Jungkook said, blushing slightly. “I mean…do I look like I watch anime?”

“That’s true,” you agreed, reaching to grab your own set of chopsticks. You split them easily, resisting the urge to rub them together because you had heard it was a rude gesture. “Still, who am I to judge?”

“So you’ve seen the movie already,” Jungkook surmised, popping a piece of beef into his mouth. “I have a billion other suggestions.”

“I haven’t watched Your Name yet,” you commented, fishing out a piece of broccoli. “I heard it was really good.”

“Yeah, I loved it!” Jungkook exclaimed through a mouthful of noodles. “I’ll watch it again, I don’t care.”

And so you pulled up the movie on your laptop, streaming it to the TV in front of you. You and Jungkook ate quickly as the movie played before you. Paying more attention to the food, you startled when Jungkook began quietly singing the opening song along with the movie.

Discreetly, you glanced at Jungkook as he sang. His voice was beautiful, to say the least. He sang effortlessly and melodiously, his clear voice floating around the room. Eventually, the opening ended, and he nonchalantly returned to eating.

“Your voice is beautiful,” you remarked softly, still awed by Jungkook’s performance. He turned to you, his cheeks full of food, and blushed slightly.

“Oh, thank you,” he managed, voice muffled by his full mouth. He chewed with some difficulty, and once he swallowed, he spoke again. “Well, I am a music major.”

“Still,” you sighed reverently. “Some people are just born with nice voices. Damn, I could listen to you sing all day.”

Jungkook’s cheeks darkened, and he coughed awkwardly and turned back to face the movie. “I wouldn’t mind singing for you again,” he said quietly after a few moments. “You know, if you want.”

“Yeah, I’d love that,” you replied honestly. You and Jungkook turned your attention back to the movie with small smiles.


After the movie ended, you and Jungkook just talked for a few hours. You reminisced about the old memories you shared together, and you learned a few new things about each other, too. Like Jungkook was a good artist, and you could play more instruments than he could.

Eventually, you and Jungkook both realized it was time for you to part. It was getting late, but neither of you wanted to say goodbye.

“I should really go now,” Jungkook said again, although he made no attempt to move. “Like, I really should.”

“No one’s stopping you,” you replied, quirking an eyebrow. Jungkook pouted at you–a habit of his you weren’t sure if you’d ever get used to, since it seemed so out of character.

“Rude,” Jungkook said, actually standing up this time. He extended his arms and helped you to your feet, reaching around you to pass you your crutches. “But I guess I do need to leave. Jieun’s waiting to come back, isn’t she?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed. “I’ll walk you to the door, since that’s as far as I’m allowed to go.”

You and Jungkook made your way to the foyer, and he began to put on his shoes. The sight evoked a strange sense of deja vu, but you shrugged it away.

“Tonight was really fun,” you said, and Jungkook smiled up at you from where he was kneeling. Once ha had finished tying his Timberlands, he stood back up.

“I thought so, too,” Jungkook agreed. “I wouldn’t mind doing something like this again.”

“Maybe we could actually go out somewhere if my house arrest is lifted,” you laughed.

“I’m fine anywhere, as long as I’m with you,” Jungkook said shyly. And it was so cheesy, but you couldn’t help but blush. When your eyes met Jungkook’s, his were serious. “Is it okay if I kiss you?”

“Y-yeah,” you stammered, shocked at Jungkook’s request.

His hands came up to gently cup your face, and he stared intently down at you. Slowly, he moved forward, and your eyes fluttered shut. His soft lips pressed gently against yours, where he lingered for a moment. Then, Jungkook pulled away. When you opened your eyes, Jungkook was grinning at you.

“I’ll see you later,” Jungkook said softly, turning towards the door.

“Bye,” you said, your voice nearing a whisper. But Jungkook heard, and turned back to smile at you one last time. Then, he turned the doorknob and slipped out of the apartment, closing the door shut firmly behind him. Again, you were struck by a strong feeling of deja vu.

Then you realized–it was because you had seen this all before.

Jungkook in your apartment, standing in the foyer, putting his shoes on. Jungkook looking at you, a very different expression on his face. Jungkook, your soulmate, turning away from you and slamming the door as he left, his cruel parting words echoing loudly in your mind.

You remembered.

And suddenly, for the first time in weeks, you heard the whispers of Jungkook’s thoughts in the back of your mind. Quieter than before, but present nonetheless. Focusing, you were able to make out your soulmate’s voice.

“Fuck. I really, really, really like her.”

Tears began to pool in your eyes. You weren’t sure what to believe.

- Girl in Luv

Writing about Chinese food made me so hungry. But I can’t even eat anything good because I’m on a damn diet. ANyway, hope you enjoyed this instalment of the series! Sorry it took so long to write. Also this is unedited, so I’ll go back and make any corrections later. I’m going to try to wrap this story up in the next few parts. Let me know if you liked it! Thanks always for the support, and happy reading 💛

Entanglement

Entanglement: (m) Namjin x Reader

Word count: 5.4k

Genre/warnings: Polyamory, smut, dirty talk

This isn’t very long because I wanted the second part to go into more detail and whatnot but enjoy :)

Parts: one | two 

Originally posted by yngissi


It was quite an interesting life you led. You were dating Kim Namjoon, a young successful writer who had his own publishing company. He was dashing and smart who treated you like a queen. People knew you had met him from your current boss Kim Seokjin. He was handsome and sexy, kind of an asshole but for some reason that worked for him. They had met in college, hating each other, competing against each other for grades, girlfriends, money, anything with an eyesight of each other. That was until one day they were assigned to be partners for a project in class. They had fought against it but surprisingly to them, they ended up liking each other. So much so that they ended up in bed together even more than that, they’ve been dating since.

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#DateMeBuckyBarnes (Part 9)

Summary: When Hollywood’s heartthrob Bucky Barnes breaks up with his girlfriend, you jokingly tag him in a selfie on Instagram to express your desire to date him. What you don’t expect is a response from the man himself [Modern AU].

Word Count: 1,185

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8

A/N: Here’s another update for you guys :)

Originally posted by captaincentenarian

“It’s a date.”

“It’s not a date.”

“Yes, it is.”

“No, it’s not, Wanda,” you affirmed with a shake of your head, smoothing out your blouse before slipping on your flats. “It’s not a date. We are going out as friends. That’s what he said to me.”

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Marinette Cake

Marichat May Day 2: Purring

Ao3 Link || Other Works

Summary: Chat Noir was very hungry.

And Marinette smelled nice.

Really, really nice.


Meant to be a short drabble, became longer and lead to an identity reveal. Oh well, it was fun to write. c: Hope you enjoy!


Chat Noir was just going home after a lunchtime akuma, and he was starving. He could feel his energy draining from him, and if it weren’t for the suit, he’d probably be collapsed somewhere, starving to death. Then he would die and his father would be arrested for parental neglect. Ladybug would never know what happened. His classmates would mourn…

Speaking of classmates.

He stopped on top of the school when he caught a glimpse of one Marinette Dupain-Cheng, holding a sack of flour on her shoulders. She and her father seemed to be unloading some sacks from a delivery truck right outside their bakery. He watched as Marinette put down her sack next to a small towering pile and roll her shoulders as she entered the truck to grab another one, passing her father who had one sack on each shoulder.

He whistled as she easily hoisted another one on her shoulders, impressed. He never knew she was that strong. She always looked so small and soft that seeing her easily carry a sack of flour that was half her size and probably twice her weight was quite a nice surprise.

Chat Noir would be a terrible hero if he didn’t go down there to lend a helping paw. Maybe he could ask for a croissant as repayment. Just one. He was just so hungry, and they were nice people so they’d at least give him one, right?

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Imagine being one of Negan's wives and Carl having a crush on you, only for your husband to start teasing him about it a little too much

(I turned this from a Daryl to a Negan ome shot as it has been a while since i’ve wrote one for him :3 Especially some fluff! Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gifs not mine/found them on google/credits to the original owners.)


Since you had been so good with your begging and pleas, Negan had decided to take you along to his recent visit to Alexandria.

He called it a date between you and him and it made you laugh to hear him say that, without denying him, you also love the idea of being the only wife for one day.

It had been quite some time since Negan had made a deal with the community there and from what you’ve heard about the place you couldn’t help but want to visit to see it with your very own eyes.

The drive was long enough but you had quite some time to fool around and enjoy the company of Negan.

Upon arrival at the gate, you weren’t disappointed. The walls were high and everything seemed so secure with not even one walker in sight that you just had to make a comment about how drab the Sanctuary looked in comparison.

“Wow…This makes our home look like way crappier than it already does!”

Your husband laughed and shook his head at your comment. Leaning closer, he whispered in your ear, “Really? Better than our sweet home? Do you need me to show you every corner of our place…with my dick inside you…to be reminded of how great it is all again…”

You held in your laughter at his joke and pushed him away from you, asking him to stop as he kept trying to get closer and closer.

He was always like that with you, making crude jokes while you were being innocent for a moment. You like that about him actually and for once it made you forget about what the world had become.

~~~~~

Although, he was this cheerful and in a mood, it came to a stop when the cars themselves stopped. After he stepped out, being a gentleman to you he hand led his hand to help you out of the car.

The gate opened to reveal the people there and with no hesitation you smiled softly as you would usually.

You greeted them and from their expressions, you could tell they hadn’t expected someone like you to be around all of these Saviors.

It felt a little awkward as they got quiet from your bright way of greeting them but nonetheless they acknowledge you, despite it mostly being from the way Negan had glared at them.

You took in the view and your amazement couldn’t be stopped. The houses and the people, truly reminded you of your neighborhood.

Without even asking, you kissed Negan’s cheek and walked passed him, having decided to take a tour on your own, while he and the others went on about their business.

~~~~

Luckily for you, it was a warm sunny day, making it easy to just wander around. It had been quiet some time since you had seen any other people than the faces you knew, you couldn’t help but smile at each of them.

Suddenly, you took notice of a young boy walking around while pushing a stroller. You knew for a fact, that there must’ve been a baby inside and quickly you made your way towards him.

You just love kids so much, you had to hold the baby, especially since it’s been ages since you’ve seen one.

As you got closer to the boy, you carefully greeted him and smiled.

“Hi…It’s a nice day to take a stroll…”

As Carl heard you, he stopped himself. He looked at you from head to toe and could tell you were probably several years older than him yet nonetheless, you were quite pretty to him.

Not to mention how nicely you were dressed, it made him blush at the thought of how pretty you were, not even for a moment that he thought you were among the Saviors.

He stuttered and looked away, realizing his actions and simply answered, “I-It is!”

You chuckled and approached him, trying to catch a glimpse of inside the stroller. He noticed you and as you looked back up at him, you shrugged and tucked your hair behind your ear.

You saw the child and instantly couldn’t help but let out how cute she was.

“Aw…Is this your little sister?”

He nodded and opened the visor to reveal the cute little blonde girl. He told you her name and signaled you that you could stroke her hair.

“Yeah, she is…Her name’s Judith…”

“Judith…That’s a pretty name…Do you mind if I hold her?”

It unnerved him to hear you and made him realize he had no idea of where you came from. He seemed in deep thought and ended up staring at you even more to check if you had any weapon on you.

He figured things out and nodded at you. “No not at all…Go ahead…”, he said as he stood by and took her out for you.

Your smile grew to see her and even more as you held her in your arms.

“Wow…Such a pretty little girl, you are…Yes you are…look at your small little hands…so cute…”

Compliments from you, kept pouring in as you held the little girl. She was undeniably adorable and from the way she acted with you, she clearly enjoyed you.

She cupped your face and laughed as you playfully shook your head and kept her entertained for quite some time, even earning you a little peck from her.

It surprised Carl to see his little sister get so comfortable with a stranger but still made him smile to look at you both.

“I think she really likes you…”

You turned your attention back to him and nodded along, joking around with him.

“I think so too…She really has good taste in people!”

As he laughed, you then ended up staying by and playing with her for a long while, making Carl grow to trust you.

You both spoke to each other as well and had seem to hit it off well. He thought it was easy to speak to you and couldn’t help but laugh and smile from your genuine humor.

He just felt so comfortable, he had forgotten about his worries for a moment and you had both ended sitting by the porch of his house.

He even noticed how prettier you were and couldn’t stop himself from staring at your features. He blushed every time you would look back at him and even worst when you had praised him for being so brave.

~~~~

As the time passed, you had notice everyone starting to walk away and decided to get up. You handed him his little sister back and smiling at him, you said, “Well…I guess I have to get back now…My people are about to leave…”

It caught him off guard, you were apart of the Saviors, he couldn’t believe it.

“Y-you’re with them?”

You nodded and ruffled his hair to try and cheer him up from his obvious worried and concern look.

“Don’t worry…Not all of them are bad…”

He liked the way you had touched him and you noticed how hard he blushed from it. It made you smile again and wanting him to trust you, you pecked him quickly on the cheek.

“See you next time, Carl…”

As you said that and were about to walk away, suddenly a familiar voice roared.

“Woah! Holy shit! Carl! Are you trying to steal MY woman!”

It was Negan and he was making his way towards you both rather quickly. He stared at the boy wide eyed and with a rather funny expression, not understanding the situation.

Hearing him, you turned back to look at him and just shook your head, knowing that he was probably going to make some bad jokes about it.

In all honesty, it shocked Carl even more to know that you were with Negan and couldn’t hide his disappointment from him.

“S-She’s with you?”

Negan smirked and approached closer to you, grabbing your waist tightly to him. You stared at him and he stared back at you. He was smirking, oddly it seemed more than genuine and you couldn’t tell if it was because he was having fun or was it because he was admitting to you being his, either way it made your heart skip a beat to see him like that.

“Hell freaking yeah! She’s mine! What did you think?!”

Carl was oddly getting pissed and just didn’t want it to be true that you belong to Negan, especially as he knew you weren’t the only wife he had.

He felt somewhat bad and feeling confident about himself, he got up and faced your man.

“I just didn’t think someone like her would willingly want to be with a psycho like you!”

He nearly spat at Negan and his comment definitely made him laugh. You laughed as well and shook your head.

“Goddamn! Right on! Now that is the badassness I wanted! Wanna fight me for her?”

You rolled your eyes at his comment and grabbed his arm to pull him away.

“Come on Negan…Stop messing around with him…I’m so sorry Carl…”

He didn’t budged and stared at the boy for a long while with his big grin, wide eyed and realized something. He kept blushing and staring at you, making him understand that he certainly grew to have a crush on you.

However, he had also witness you pecking on his cheek and knew that also had to be another reason behind his redness.

Instead of leaving him alone, he leaned backwards and made another comment to see his reaction.

“Are you still blushing? Oh come on! You’re supposed to be a badass…Not a blushing boy… Don’t tell me it was that kiss…Come on when a hot woman, like Y/N, kisses you, you don’t lose your balls like that! If you’re going to steal my woman might as well be worthy of it, kid!”

He kept egging him on and you just felt bad for him and even more when your husband mentioned the young boy’s missing eye.

“Tell me…Did you show her…Your awesome missing eye…You know…The socket…the dried up blood…”

You could see that from his words, Carl suddenly was shying away from him. His head dropped down and himself trying to cover his bandage with his hair as Negan kept getting closer.

“Don’t be like that! Show her your eye! You like her don’t you! If you do then show her what you are and who you really are! A psychopathic future serial killer with a disgusting eye…That’s who you are…”

His nose was now crinkling and you knew he was more than on the verge of tears, and that you couldn’t handle it, the idea of child crying was a little too much for you.

You pulled Negan back and went closer to Carl. Turning towards your old man, you crossed your arms and sternly told him, “Alright, enough Negan…You’re making him cry…It’s not funny anymore…”

~~~~

As Carl heard you, he figured you would side with him even more if he gave you a real show and just decided to go with it. He teared up even more and as you heard him, you turned to look at him to wrap your arm around his shoulder.

You pulled him closer and with your other hand you wiped his tears away. It made Negan instantly jealous and suddenly he stood up straight, trying to ask you to come back to him.

“It’s okay Carl…Don’t listen to him…He’s always like that…”

He nodded and you felt his breathing being ragged. It tore you up even more and stroking his hair, you looked him in the eye and said, “You don’t need to worry so much about your eye…You’re a charming young man…That’s just a little scar, don’t let it be your weakness and bring you down…Especially not from a big man child like Negan!”

You shot your gaze back at him and he looked shocked. It made you smirk to see him that way and as you looked back at Carl, you noticed him nodding and wiping his tears away.

“Thank you, Y/N…”, he mumbled under his breath. It made you feel oddly warm to cheer him up that way and you couldn’t resist to peck him on the cheek again and pull him into a hug as you said your goodbyes. His sister cheered him up as well with her own hug and you all stayed in a little embrace for a moment, making your husband more than jealous of the situation.

“Don’t mention it…See you next time…Okay…”, you said as you stroked his hair back and cupped his cheek for a moment.

You then looked back at Negan and crossing your arms, said, “And you mister! No more teasing him like that…he’s not yours to torment!”

He couldn’t find anything to say and as you approached him he opened his mouth, only for you to push him away and walk pass him.

You were being playful with him and laughed as he called your name from behind. He turned back to look at Carl and noticed him smiling.

~~~~

He had thought of apologizing for it but seeing him like that, dumbfounded him and pointing towards him, he said,“Wh-Why the hell are you smiling? Y-you were a mess earlier…”

Carl shrugged and feeling bold told him, “I was…But you know…I can pretend…and I got Y/N to cheer me up…She kissed my cheek twice…She hugged me…and most importantly she picked me over you…”

And with that, he turned back to walk in his house, leaving Negan shocked behind.

It made him stutter out, “Y-you! You tricked her! Unfair! Hey come back out!”

In a slight panic, he ran back towards you and started acting like a pouty and grumpy kid.

“Y/N! Y/N! Y/N! Wait for me!”

~~~~

He was quite fast and surprised you as he stood near you. Walking with you towards the cars, he held your arm and reported to you what had happened.

“Carl lied to you! He was faking it! The tears and everything else!”

You rolled your eyes at him and shook your head to hear him. You just had a feeling Negan was being petty and acting like that just to get your attention.

“Yeah right…Your words and attitude really didn’t get under a young boy’s skin…Jeez Negan…Like i’d ever believe that…”

“B-but- He admitted it!”

“No buts mister…I’ve seen you make grown men and women cry like that from your unnecessary comments…so a young teenager is no exception…”

He frowned even more and looked away from you, he just couldn’t believe you weren’t siding with him.

You laughed to check on him and decided to cheer him back up as you got nearer to the cars.

“Are you seriously jealous of a teenager, Negan?”

He looked back at you and seemed to hesitate between yes and no. You sighed and cupped his face and told him, “Well you shouldn’t…I love you…Not anyone else…”

At those words, his smile came back and he chuckled. Shrugging out of excitement, he held your hands in his and asked you, “Really?”

“Yes, really…Now stop acting like a baby…and get over it…”

He bit his lip and ended up nodding in agreement until you added more.

“Also…No more teasing him like that…I know you were trying to be playful…But that’s not the way to get to know a kid at first…Maybe when you get closer, you can start teasing and roasting him like that…”

He looked up and down and took a deep breath before looking back into your eyes. He reluctantly nodded and ended up agreeing.

“Fine…i’ll try…I won’t hurt his little feelings…”

“That’s good to hear…”

You nodded along and pecked him on the lips to hear his answer. You stared at each other with a smile and about to laugh, only for him to add a little something.

“Yeah…but that doesn’t mean I won’t keep my eyes off of him from now on whenever you’re around…”

As you opened the door to get in the car, you stood still for a moment and tilted your head to the side as you asked him to explain.

“What do you mean by that?”

He seemed taken aback and ended staying by the open car door just as you before answering you in his loud voice.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t notice?! Y/N it’s been the subject matter since the freaking beginning! He clearly has some weird fucking crush on you! Did you see the way he looked at you?!”

You laughed at his meaning and knew it was the perfect moment to tease him about it.

“Negan, language! And…Of course I noticed! It’s me we were talking about…Of course that was bound to happen…I just have that magic on every guy!”

You wiggled your eyebrows at him and smirk mischievously, leaving him hanging as you stepped in the car.

He followed you and was trying to convince you of never coming back to make sure Carl wasn’t going to have his hopes up, only for you to laugh and be adamant about coming back and keeping the promise you made to the young man, making him get frustrated again.

Little Miss Cold Hearted (Alec x Reader) Imagine

A/N: I have no idea what I wanted for this imagine. It started out as something and ended as something else. Send some ideas for imagines.
Warning: A little cursing

   “Is this why my boyfriend in such a bad mood?” You asked as you walked into the infirmary. Seeing that there was a random redhead laying down in one of the beds.
“When is he not in a bad mood” Jace said rolling his eyes.
“Oh shut up Jace, who is she?” You asked
“You could of just asked me” said the redhead sitting on the bed
“but I didn’t, so who is she?”
“Her names Clary Y/N” Izzy said as she stood up next to you. “She a shadowhunter just like us but she didn’t know”“
“You know this how?” You asked. Izzy pointed at Clary shoulder and there above was the iratze rune. Well she have to be a shadowhunter to survive that you thought.
“Okay wait if she didn’t know she was shadowhunter who put the healing rune on her” you questioned.
“Jace did, is that bad?” Clary said
“Jace! You didn’t even know she was a shadowhunter you could of killed the poor girl. What in the world were you thinking?” You yelled. How could he be so thoughtless.
“I had a feeling she was like us so I burn it on her after she got bitted by the demon.” He said shrugging his shoulders.
“A FEELING! Well that would of done much if she had to died, You got lucky Wayland” you said as you turn to leave. “At least tell the girl about everything so she knows what going on” you added in before you actually left the room.
“There’s more to know?” Clary asked the two standing in front of her.
“Not really she didn’t know we told you most of it before she came” Jace replied
“Who is she? And are most of shadowhunter this rude because that make two out of the four I have met.”
“Her name is Y/N but you probably heard me say that to her, she’s a friend of ours and she also my parabatai. And no most of them are kind so is Y/N she just really stressed with everything at the moment.” Izzy told her.
“But the first one you met Alec he’s always like that but trust me he just as kind when you get to know him. He just likes to hide it”
“Why is she stressed and you guys aren’t? Aren’t you guys a team?”
“She getting married we aren’t” Izzy said pulling Clary to her feet “Now let’s show you around”

  You walked into yours and Alec shared bedroom after your long day.All you wanted was to see Alec. But he wasn’t there as you walked in, he probably was with Jace trying to figured out how to help the new girl. You started to get ready for bed you changed your clothes and we’re just finishing brushing your teeth when Alec walked into the room.
“I heard that you were rude today what’s wrong baby?” Alec asked as he wrapped his arms around you and you laid your head on his chest.
“I’ve been so stressed with this wedding planning and The Clave it’s all starting to get to me” you said. It was turning you in to a new person. All you wanted to do was sleep now knowing Alec was here with you.
“How about you get some rest and I’ll try to help you with some of the planning tomorrow”
“Thank you so much Alec” you said giving him a kiss. You and Alec both got in to bed. He held you close while he started to talk about his day, you slowly fell asleep to his comforting voice.
You woke up the next morning and Alec wasn’t there. It was nothing unusual since one of you usually had to get up early for a meeting or mission. You got up and quickly got dress and headed to the main room.
  As you walk in you could see Alec with Clary, Jace, Izzy and another person crowded around a table in the back so no one would pay attention to them.
“Why are you guys doing?” You asked as you walked up to them causing all of them to jump.
“Oops sorry about that” you said holding back a laugh. “Who this?” You asked as you point towards the brown haired boy.
“He’s my best friend Simon” Clary spoke while looking at you with a glare. Yup you deserve that after yesterday.
“We’re trying to find away for Clary to get back her memories ” Jace told you.
“Why don’t you try the Silent Brothers.” You suggest. Alec and them all look at you wondering why they didn’t think of that in the first place.
“Silent Brothers?” Clary asked no one in particular.
“Their hard to explain but they could get your memories back” Izzy answers
“Let’s go find them” Clary said turning around.
“Wait, you don’t know anything about them. What they do could kill you if you aren’t strong enough” you shouted, maybe it was the wrong idea to suggest that.
“You don’t think I’m strong enough” Clary said walking up to you.
“I never said you in particular, but if you aren’t strong enough it will kill you, your at higher rate since you known about this world for then less a day” you said to her looking at her in the face.
“So you think I’m some weak girl that doesn’t know about anything” Clary said getting more and more angry.
“Not anything about this world that’s for sure. You haven’t been train to fight at all I could probably knock you on your ass in seconds” you said keeping your ground
“Well why don’t you try” Clary said getting ready to fight. It wouldn’t look to good for you if you were caught fighting in the middle of the main room but you weren’t just going to back down from a fight. You were about to throw a punch at her but Alec held you back and Jace did the same thing with Clary.
“Would you two stop” Izzy asked but it didn’t really work.
“You know nothing about this world and thinking you can just walk in and own the place is ridiculous.” You said trying to get out of Alec’s hold but it was no used he was way stronger then you. Clary didn’t really know what to said but she did remember something that Isabelle said the day before.
“At least I know about important things like being kind people since I got here you been nothing but a cold hearted bitch to me, for what I’ve done nothing to you. Your fiancé probably only marrying you because he knows that no one could ever love someone without a soul or he just as bitchy and rude as you are” Clary shouted now getting the attention of everyone in the room. Izzy and theirs mouths drop. How could she say something like that you thought and so did everyone else. Alec’s gripped around you loosely from the shock of what she just said about him even if she didn’t know it was him. You step away from Alec and said “Go to Silent Brothers and get killed I don’t care, and for the record it takes a cold hearted bitch to know one” with that you ran out of the room not even looking back.
“Clary” Jace said looking at the girl. He didn’t know what to say
“Leave” Alec said
“What?” Clary asked
“I said leave now, leave the institute. You are no longer welcome here” Alec told Clary
“You can’t just kicked her out Alec” Jace shot back
“Why not? She try to start a fight and call the head of the institute at the moment awful seems to me that she doesn’t want to be here so she shouldn’t be.” Alec answer
“Wait now I never said anything about the-” Clary stopped for a second then said “She marrying the head of the institute, wow he must be something else to marry her.Where is he anyway?”
“I’m standing right in front of you” Alec said glaring at Clary. Clary looked like she sunk smaller since that came out of Alec mouth.
“I didn’t really me-” Clary started but Alec stopped her.
“Go with her Jace and see the brothers but The Clave will be hearing about all of this.”
Alec replied. “Everyone get back to work”
Everyone stopped watching and turn back to their work quietly talking about what just happen.
“Excuse me now while I try and find my fiancé” Alec said as he left the room
“Your going to be in big trouble” Izzy said as she looked at the two in front of her.

  Alec walked up to the garden knowing that’s where you went to calm down all the time. He saw you sitting on bench over looking the city.
“Hey” he said as he sat down beside you, you laid your head on his shoulder.
“Am I really a bitch that your only marrying because you think no one else will?” You asked even thou you knew the answer.
“No don’t ever think that, your my everything I fell in love with you.” He told you as he intertwine his hand with yours.
“I love you Alec Lightwood”
“I love you too Y/N soon to be Lightwood”

Have You Ever Seen a Heart Shatter

Request: can you write an imagine with newt scamander where the reader compares herself so much to tina??? angst angst angst please!! your writing is astounding btw ❤️❤️

Word Count: 2,156

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Part 2

Requested by Anonymous

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“Tina Goldstein, resident goddess.” You mutter as you storm through the front door and down the long staircase rife with splinters and creaky spots. Not to mention the unkind tenants that live on the third and fourth floors. Their shouts follow you down as your boots crash against the steps.

Tina this, Tina that, Tina the infallible. You skip three steps when you jump down onto the landing and yank open the front door. Tina can do no wrong, even when she’s unemployed and obsessive.

The wind slams into your side, trying to knock you off-balance. You shiver but stride forward, no real destination in mind other than to be far away from her.
No one had even looked up when you shoved your chair back from the kitchen table, too busy hanging on every word of some story about capturing some man that used a spell in front of some muggle to care about you. They love Tina’s stories about her adventures.

It’s not like you’re exactly employed. You’d met Newt on a research trip years before. The chemistry between the two of you had been obvious to everyone and it hadn’t taken long for the two of you to pair up for the study. Soon enough, Newt asked you to help him observe some mooncalves under the starry sky and, after some laughing and held hands, a new relationship began. The two of you agreed to work together and alternate research trips. This trip to release Frank was one of Newt’s ideas, meaning that you’re really nothing more than a magizoologist’s assistant.

Still, it’s more fascinating than just running after people and bringing them into MACUSA, right? You meet some of the rarest beasts on your journeys. Tina does nothing but arrest people and memorize the ridiculous laws on magic that Americans put into place. Every auror has stories just as mesmerizing as Tina’s, though the others disagree. Even Newt seems to think they’re interesting enough to warrant ignoring you.

You scowl and wrap your arms around yourself as you continue forward. If Newt wants to spend all of his time with some other girl with perfect hair let him.

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Joie De Vivre

Summary: Bucky meets a sassy barista

Word Count: 1809

A/N: no one requested this but i wanted to do something else w the coffee shop au!/ story line idk

Pairings: bucky x reader

Fuck, this is the longest day ever, you complained to yourself as you foamed the milk for the thousandth time for the thousandth latte of the day. Your thoughts were interrupted by an angry customer yelling ‘why are you taking so long!’ Your grip on the cup tightened before loosening it up and turning around to face the person.

“We’re almost done,” your friend muttered next to you before you took a deep breath and plastered a fake smile on your face along with a fake apology for taking up their time. Returning back to the register you call up the next person, grabbing an empty plastic cup and the black sharpie, ready to jot down their order -Venti Iced Skinny Hazelnut Macchiato, Sugar- Free Syrup, Extra Shot, Light Ice, No whip.

Ignoring the pretentiousness of the order you couldn’t help let out a huff at the ridiculously long list of instructions, but nonetheless you created the order, mentally cursing at those who decided to create fancy names for coffees. You tried to not scoff when you yelled, “Bucky, your order is ready!” while setting the drink on the counter in front of you. What kind of a name is Bucky, you wondered.

“Did you follow the instructions?” A quiet but raspy voice asked as a hand reached for the drink.

“Yes. I do know how to do my job,” you replied without looking up at the customer as you cleaned your station.

“Wow, employees really changed since I last came around,” the voice said and you could practically hear the smirk that was on the man’s face. You dropped your wash cloth on the counter rather dramatically, ready to give a whole speech to the stranger but when you looked up you couldn’t help but be in awe of him. The man named Bucky was wearing a red henley that showed off his muscles perfectly along with low riding running shorts and shoes. His brown fluffy chocolate colored hair fell gracefully to his shoulders and framed his face, exaggerating the blueness of his eyes, a juxtaposition to his rigid look.

“See something you like?” Bucky said with a shit-eating grin, raising an eyebrow at you.

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you replied, ducking your head in hopes that the stranger doesn’t see you blush.

“Right, okay. I’ll see you tomorrow macchiato girl,” he said, raising his drink while he winked at you before taking his first sip and letting out a satisfied sigh.

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Tutor Me? ReggiexReader! Part 3.

Hey guys, as promised, here is part 3 of Tutor Me? This is actually going to be the final part of this mini series, though if anyone would really like it, there is an epilogue that contains the next scene but it does contain smut. like real smut. if you’d like me to upload the epilogue, please send me an ask! don’t worry too much though, I’ll definitely do some more Reggie oneshots! he’s such a cutie lil fluffball. 

PART ONE HERE.

PART TWO HERE.

EPILOGUE HERE.

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With All My Heart - Part 8

Word Count: 3003

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Medical Situations

A/N: Tags are closed. Unbeta’d. All mistakes are mine. 

Feedback and constructive criticism always welcome and encouraged

With All My Heart Masterlist


“You sure you’re gonna be ok with me gone?” Jensen asked for the 500th time. He was packing his bag to leave for PhoenixCon and while you didn’t really want him to go you knew he couldn’t disappoint the fans to stay behind with you.

“Yeah, it’ll be fine.” You reassured, wrapping your arms around him from behind and resting your head against his shoulder. “Emma will be here and Gen is gonna come by when Emma has to work so I’m pretty much covered. Plus, the dogs will keep me company.” You glanced over at Oscar and Icarus, who were both staring at you intently.

Jensen spun in your arms and put his arms around your neck, checking your face to see if you were lying. “Sorry the doctor said you couldn’t go. I really thought she’d say yes. You’re doing so well.”

“Yeah. Me too.” You sighed. “Plus, I’ve been getting a lot of people asking me on Twitter and stuff about singing since I did it in Rome. I was actually kinda hoping I’d get to do it again…”

“Wait.” Jensen stopped and blinked, pulling away from you while he continued to pack his clothes. “You actually…were planning on singing with me? Like on stage?”

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The Wedding Planner (Part 1)

Summary– Being a wedding planner is all fun and games until suddenly you’re saved from an accident by the man of your dreams– later discovering that he happens to be your latest client’s fiancé. 

Author’s Note– First off, I am just beyond excited for this series! I absolutely loved this movie and figured, “Why not make it into a series and add my own twist to it?” So I finally did and I really hope you all enjoy it! feedback would be greatly appreciated folks.

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Imagine sneaking off with Chris.

You sat at a table sipping cocktails and gossiping with Scarlett, Hayley, and Cobie while Chris, drank beer on the other side of the room with Robert, Sebastian, and Mark. The two of you were in attendance of a MCU office party; Kevin’s way of letting his cast and crew let loose and have fun before he dropped the hammer on all of you with Infinity War. The calm before the storm, as Chris put it.

Speaking of Chris, he was subtly watching you over his beer. He’d been trying to get your attention for the past fifteen minutes so he could get you to sneak off with him, but you were yet to look over. He wanted some time alone with his best friend on the roof; the usual spot the two of you would go to at every office party after an hour of mingling. The more time he spent with you, the more he grew tired of being just friends. He’d always kept that to himself because the last thing he wanted was to screw things up, but seeing you in that white lace dress, smiling and laughing like an angel- he couldn’t hold back his feelings anymore.

The two of you’d been friends for almost seven years now; you’d met Chris while on the set of ‘The Losers’ and immediately hit it off. You quickly became best friends, and though there was a slight attraction between the two of you- nothing ever happened because you were both in relationships at the time. Even after you both became available, there was a mutual agreement that the friendship was too important to screw up, so again- nothing happened despite how badly both of you wanted something to. Something almost happened at the premiere of 'The Winter Soldier’, and again at the 'Avengers: Age of Ultron’ viewing party. The 'will they, won’t they?’ eventually reached a point where your friends, families, and co-workers felt the need to start a pool.

“You know you can just walk over there, right?” Sebastian reminded Chris when he noticed him staring at you. Chris quickly darted his gaze away, feigning innocence; the three men in his company chuckled. “You know we all know you like her, right?”

“Well, she is one of my best friends,” Chris retorted, running a hand over his hair; a nervous tick. Sebastian, Robert, and Mark shot him a weary gaze and he sighed, “what? We’re good as friends, we’ve established that.”

“You’ve been staring at her with heart eyes for the past fifteen minutes,” Robert chuckled. “There is no way you’re fine with just being her friend.” Chris made no effort to respond, he just sipped at his beer. “She likes you too, you know.” He said and Chris choked on his beer. “She’s just afraid of losing you as a friend if things don’t work out.”

“But it’s obvious that’s not going to happen,” Mark continued, “so just go and make your move. The two of you would be so good together, you’d be like Hollywood’s new power couple.” Chris chuckled softly at that, blushing at the thought of being with you. “Go, Chris,” he urged.

“Go,” Sebastian and Robert agreed.

“If you won’t,” Sebastian joked, “I will.”

“Fine,” Chris chuckled and downed his beer. “Wish me luck.”

You caught Chris’ gaze before he reached you, he beckoned his head in the direction of you roof and you nodded, smiling. He walked off in that direction, grabbing his coat on his way up; you excused yourself from your table and did the same. Scarlett, Hayley, and Cobie squealed when they saw looked over to Sebastian, Robert, and Mark who were winking and giving them thumbs up from the bar. Perhaps tonight was the night they could finally end the pool and give the world the couple they wanted; Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N.

“Aw man,” Chris groaned, pretending to be annoyed when he saw you.

“What?” You chuckled; confusion contorted in your expression.

“You were meant to come up without a coat so I could give you mine,” he said then laughed when you did. “As always, you’re your own hero.” He teased and you rolled your eyes, playfully shoving him when you reached his side.

“You’re such an idiot sometimes,” you chuckled softly.

“You still love me, so- whatever works, right?” He smiled when you did.

There was a short moment of silence that gave Chris the opportunity he needed to talk to you about becoming something more and to confess his love for you, but before he could push past his nerves and start- you spoke.

“There’s a reason you brought me up here, isn’t there?” You asked him, turning away from the city’s beautiful skyline to meet Chris’ as beautiful blue eyes. “This isn’t one of our usual hang-out-and-escape-from-the-crowd rendezvous?”

His immediate reaction was to back out so he didn’t screw up what he had with you, but when he paused and watched you intently- he realized he couldn’t play it safe anymore. He wanted- no, he needed to be with you. He was done fantasizing about the life he could have with you, he wanted to make it happen. He wanted to marry you and buy a house with you and have children with you; you were his one and he’d known that for a while now. It was time he stopped stalling and started doing even if it meant leaping out of his comfort zone.

“No, it’s not,” he shook his head. “I brought you up here to tell you I love you and I can’t just be friends with you anymore.” You felt your heart skip a beat at that confession. “I don’t know why or how nothing’s happened between us yet considering there were so many moments where something almost did. I don’t know what’s holding us back, but I’m done letting it. I’m putting all my cards on the table, I’m all in. I want to be with you,” he said, taking your hands in his.

“I want to be with you too,” you smiled, squeezing his hands. “I’ve wanted to be with you for so long now, I just-” He cut you off, pulling you into his arms and pressing his lips against yours. The two of you’d kissed before because of your roles, but it was nothing like this kiss; this kiss took both your breaths away. “Wow,” you breathed when he broke it, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Wow is right,” he chuckled softly, rubbing gentle circles into your sides. “Why have we never kissed like that on-screen before?” He quizzed and you laughed. “It would’ve definitely sped things up for us romantically, and- professionally? Think of all the awards we could’ve won for best on-screen kiss.”

“Shut up and just kiss me.” You lifted your head, reaching to meet his lips but he pulled back before they could touch. “What are you doing?” You chuckled softly, narrowing your eyes at his deeply flushed cheeks. “What are you looking at?” You turned to follow his gaze which was locked on something behind you; heat rushed to your cheeks and your jaw dropped at the sight of your cast members.

“Finally!” They all cheered.

“Oh God,” you buried your face into Chris’ chest, which was quivering with laughter.

“Yeah,” Chris pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “we’re never going to hear the end of this.”

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"You can trust me." - DJNoir (reveal?)

::Cackles in glee:: Yeeeeeessssssss Ninoir! 


“Come on this way,” Nino shouted grabbing the frantic looking boy by the hand and practically dragging him towards a small storage closet across from the library. They ran, both conscious of the high pitched beeps signaling the final minute. 

Nino through open the door to the closet and Chat Noir dove inside, slamming the door behind him just as a flash of brilliant green light burst out from the crack at the bottom of the door. 

Nino slumped to the floor, his back pressed against the closet door and his breathing heavy. That had been close. 

“You ok in their dude?” he asked between gasps. 

“Yeah, thanks,” came the nervous reply from the other side of the door. The voice sounded softer somehow. Probably a result of the lack of transformation. 

“Don’t worry, I promise I won’t try to look or anything,” Nino said, “you can trust me.” 

“I know,” Chat Noir replied. Nino flushed with pleasure at the indisputable certainty in the heroes voice. 

“Can I get you anything? Some water maybe,” he asked, tilting his head towards the door even though there was no way his companion could possibly see him. 

“Get me some cheese,” a different voice whined. 

“Plagg stop being a glutton for two seconds will you?” 

“But I’m hungry!” 

“Who is that?” Nino called curiously through the door. 

“Oh… it’s… well it’s Plagg. He’s my kwami. It’s sort of a long story.” 

“Is he like your superhero sidekick?” Nino asked excitedly. 

“Sidekick?! I am an immortal demi-god I am no one’s sidekick,” the high pitched voice shot back at him, “without me there would be no Chat Noir. If anything the kid is my sidekick.” 

“Oh,” Nino replied soaking up the information. Alya was going to be so jealous. 

“Now bring me some cheese, puny mortal, before I perish from starvation! preferably some well aged Camembert.” 

“Plagg!” the boy who was Chat Noir groaned, clearly embarrassed by the demi-gods demanding attitude. 

Nino couldn’t help but smile. How cool was this guy that he could be so chill towards an immortal being that grants you super powers? 

“It’s too bad my boy Adrien isn’t here,” he laughed as he pulled out his bag and began rummaging through it, “I swear he is obsessed with that stuff.”

“Wouldn’t that be nice,” the strange creature replied with a sly tone, “I bet your friend wouldn’t be stupid enough to leave all of his delicious camembert locked away in his bookbag instead of carrying it around in his pocket where it belongs.” 

“Plagg I swear to God-” Chat Noir growled, and Nino couldn’t hold back a small choked laugh. 

“Hey,” he cried triumphantly pulling out a small snack bag his mother had once again snuck into his satchel, “it’s not camembert, but I do have some Brie and-” 

Before he could finish the sentence a small black blur shot out through the door and landed on his knee. 

“Hand it over kiddo!” the tiny catlike creature purred, tail twitching in anticipation. 

Wordlessly Nino held out the small container full of grapes, crackers, and of course the coveted cheese. 

“So,” Nino called to Chat Noir as he watched the little god happily nibble on his treat, “does this happen often?” 

“Does what happen often?” he called back. 

“Getting stranded without your powers?” 

“Sadly more often than I would like,” he admitted, “its pretty rare that I am not the first one to use my powers but I can’t exactly just ditch My Lady in the middle of a battle. It’s a bit rough but I’ll take a few close calls if it means I keep the people I care about safe.” 

Nino grinned again. God this guy was cool. 

He wondered if anyone had ever given much thought to this particular dilemma Chat Noir faced. So much attention was given to Ladybug because of her amazing powers. Not that he thought she didn’t deserve the attention, but Nino had always felt that a lot of his friends undervalued how important Chat Noir was to the dynamic duo. Where others saw weakness- namely Chloe and Kim- he saw sacrifice. After all, how disastrous would it be if Ladybug ever fell under the influence of an akuma? Nino spent enough time hero chasing with Alya to know that most of hits Chat took were for the sake of his partner. Perhaps it was his devil may care attitude, or perhaps it was that unspoken knowledge that his powers were actually pretty terrifying, but not a lot of people seemed to give Chat Noir the kind of appreciation he deserved.

“You know,” Nino said careful, “no offence to Ladybug, but you’re my favorite.” 

“Really?” he replied sounding more than a little awed. 

“Yeah. I mean it’s a lot easier to be the hero when you get all the praise and the cool finishing move. It’s a lot harder to be the person who’s job it is to soak up the damage, you know?” 

“Thanks. I… it’s really nice to hear you say that.” 

“How old are you anyways? I mean if I’m allowed to ask.” 

“I just turned 16.” 

“Dude! You’re my age, that’s crazy!” Nino said with a chuckle. “How do you do it? How can you stand going out there every day knowing that any second you could be fighting another monster? Doesn’t it get exhausting?” 

“Sometimes. But it’s worth it. If it means I am protecting people like you, it will always be worth it.” 

Nino felt his cheeks go scarlet. “Wow man… thanks.” 

“I mean it,” Chat Noir said, his voice barely audible through the door, “you help make this fight worth fighting. You are brave and loyal, and don’t need superpowers to be one of the most heroic people I’ve ever met.” 

Nino’s breath caught. “I… jeez… what am I supposed to say to that?” he joked weakly, “Chat Noir is calling me a hero.” 

He heard a small scoffing sound from the little being still perched on his leg gobbling up the last of the cheese. “You’re little blogger friend was right. You two really are one of those obnoxious lovey-dovey couples.”

“What?” 

“Plagg!” 

“How did you- she was talking about-” 

“I swear to God Plagg, you are not getting another bite of camembert for the rest of the month.” 

“ADRIEN???” 


For @rhysiana a silly NurseyDex drabble


Dex isn’t sure how he let himself get talked into this, but he has to hand it to Lardo, her photo project exploring notions of gender and beauty is extremely well planned. Everything he’s seen so far is stunning.

There are photographs of one of the women from the volleyball team, naked under a tailored suit coat and a tie, the bold yellow and purple pattern brilliant against her brown skin. There’s Shitty, of course, in a flower crown and bold eye makeup, wearing only a pale lace skirt, the fabric spread out around him in a nearly perfect circle. Ransom and Holster, embracing, shot from the waist up, only a hint of their profiles visible, an incredibly long string of pearls wrapped around them. A junior Dex had a calculus class with named Anne participated, too. Dex thinks her picture convinced him.

She looks fearless, her close cropped hair is lit from behind creating a halo, she’s holding her breasts in a way that lets you see that they’re false, and her boxer breifs sit proudly on her softening hips. Her expression clearly daring anyone to question her identity.

She’s incredible, and Dex feels honored that Lardo thinks she can bring that out in him.

So, now he’s sitting on a padded stool in one of the art studios, his hair–grudgingly grown out for this photo shoot–styled in soft waves, wearing a short necklace and a single pearl earring, awaiting instructions from Lardo and stealing glances at himself in the mirror that sits just behind the camera.

When Nursey comes bustling in, it’s a surprise.

“Hey Lardo, Chowder said you might have a– holy shit!”

Nursey loses all ability to speak, apparently, just stares slightly slack jawed at Dex, his tounge darting out to swipe along his bottom lip.

“Nurse?” Lardo asks from behind the camera, her eyes moving between Dex and Nursey. Dex is also silent, color rising in his cheeks and looking like perfectly applied blush.

Nursey finds his voice, but all he says is an awed “Wow.”

Dex looks ever so slightly down, like he’s turning away from the praise, and the color intensifies, a not quite smile just teasing at his lips but not yet curling them up.

Lardo takes the photo.

Limerance

Kallias and Viviane’s story, because these two stole my heart and I can’t resist writing them! This is going to be a prequel to the events of ACOWAR so be prepared for the journey of a precious friendship formed and lasting bond that will tie them together for eternity!

Chapter 1: Serendipity 

The Winter Court was vibrant today. The small city in the open snowy landscape was busy with trade. Residents of the city walked the streets with their pale bodies almost blending into the snow falling from the sky. Voices intermingled with the busy market noises as furs were swapped for precious metals to be forged into weapons or jewelry.

Overlooking the city a boy sat looking outside one of the tall glass windows of the castle. His white hair hung loose around his pointed ears as his blue eyes watched for anything that could seemingly pull him from his boredom.

Today had already been filled with lessons on court etiquette at his father and mother’s request. Of course their requests were considered orders to those that served them. For they were the High Lord and Wife that ruled the Winter Court.

And Kallias was their sole heir.

“Sir Kallias,” a female fae stepped forward and gave a slight bow of respect to the eight year old who didn’t spare her a glance.

“What is it?” Kallias asked still looking outside.

“The High Lord and his wife have dismissed your lessons for the day,” the fae responded. “They have guests today that will require your tutor’s attention.”

Kallias nodded. This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence and Kallias was an apt enough learner that he already memorized the text that would have been discussed today.  Perhaps now he could walk outside to his heart’s content after having been cooped up inside this past week.

“You’re free to go,” Kallias dismissed the fae who promptly returned to whatever task she had been doing before she was sent as messenger.

With as much calmness Kallias could muster he walked down the long hall and obtained his dark grey fur cloak with blue stitching. He snuck outside the servant’s tunnel that led to the gardens.

Though these gardens were nothing like the Spring Court’s.  Here the snow covered grey stone pathways that wove between evergreen hedges and the occasional burst of red from winterberry trees.

He breathed a sigh of relief. His breath pluming in a little fog from his lips as he walked around one of the large pine trees in the garden.

Suddenly his ears picked up a noise. A tinkling noise similar to bells that were usually placed out for festivals. It was a beautiful sound and Kallias slowly followed it.
His hands went to the small dagger at his hip. He was trained in combat, but he knew from his instructors that it was better to avoid a confrontation with physical blows. Even his magical abilities were a bit rough, but that was better than nothing.

He rounded the corned and froze at what he glimpsed between the brambles of a bush.

A young girl that was not quite his age was spinning in the snow. Her long white hair twirling and catching snowflakes that made her hair glitter in the sunlight.

And then her laugh.

Kallias stared in awe. Listening with wonder at this magical fae before him. He almost thought her to be a nymph from the stories his nursemaid used to tell him as a toddler.

Deep in his chest something tugged at him. Go to her.

He took one silent step forward. Then another. Hoping not to startle the girl. But for all his training he still stepped on a branch that snapped loudly under his foot.

Immediately the girl stopped. Her dark blue dress swirled around her knees until the folds rested against her brown boots.

The garden was quiet. So silent that Kallias could hear the girl’s breath as she settled from her exuberant spinning.

“You’re…” Kallias sought for something to say. Even his intensive reading offered him no help as he stood blinking at the girl before him. He swallowed down his nerves and realized that this was the first fae child he had ever met around his age.

Children were a rarity. Among the Winter Court that was even truer from the harsh weather that offered no forgiveness to those that succumbed to it. Even Kallias’s older brother had fallen to Winter’s deathly kiss not long after Kallias was born.

Still this girl…she was so… “You’re little,” Kallias whispered without another thought.

The girl blinked in shock and bounded over to him. Her feet giving a slight skip as she stopped in front of him. Her face mere inches from his face that Kallias was too shocked to even back away from her forwardness.

Who was she that she dared to share the same breath as he? The High Lord’s son and heir?

“I’m taller than you!” The little girl said happily with a smile. “See!”

At the Kallias realized what her intentions were for her nearness. And even more disturbing was that she was indeed a few inches taller. Much to Kallias’s sudden disappointment.

He brushed away her hand that hovered above their hands to show evidence of just how much taller she was.

“So?” Kallias said. “I bet I’m older than you.” For some reason Kallias felt the need to prove something to this girl who gave him a full grin.

“I’m six,” the girl responded.

“And I’m eight,” Kallias crossed his arms proudly as if he won the Winter Solstice sled racing tournament.

“Wow you are old!” The girl laughed and for a moment Kallias wondered if she meant it to be and insult, but her smile said otherwise. As if she was teasing him.

But then she grabbed his pale hands with her gloved ones and gave him a pleading look. “Will you play with me? All the others inside say they can’t or are too old, but you’re not right?”

“I – ugh,” Kallias had rarely ever stammered in his life. He couldn’t even remember the last time it happened, but looking at his hands wrapped in her fingers thoughts flew away from him. “You shouldn’t hold my hand.”

“Why?” The girl asked. Then her eyes narrowed. “Don’t tell me you’re like those other boys that are afraid of girls right.”

“Why would I be afraid of girls?” Kallias asked. How could I be afraid of you? As if it was possible to be frightened of the female that stood before him with bright eyes shining in the evening sun. 

Instead of voicing his thoughts he added a different reasoning instead. “Besides it’s not proper for us to whole hands.”

“So you won’t play with me?” The girl visibly deflated in her happiness. Her blue eyes dulling with each passing second.

Awkwardly Kallias shuffled his feet. “Well it’s just that…I’ve never played with anyone before.”

“Really?” The girl cocked her head to the side. “Isn’t that lonely?”

Kallias opened his mouth to say that he is always busy with lessons so how could he be lonely, but then it hit him. He was lonely. Walking the halls with no one to play games with or steal cookies from the kitchen after they had been baked.

“I am alone…” Kallias admitted dazedly at his realization and looked down at his feet. Unsure of what to do with the wave of sadness rising in the pit of his stomach. He wasn’t supposed to feel this way. One day he would be High Lord and these emotions would need to be locked away since they showed weakness.

But then the fingers holding his own tightened and he glanced up to see the girl giving him a small smile. He could feel the warmth of it. How it eased his worries in a single second.

“Then I’ll be your first friend,” she said with a tinge of excitement and hope. “I’m Viviane. What’s your name?”

“Kallias,” he answered and squeezed her hand back. It wasn’t like the handshakes he was taught to do by his elders, but this felt special. Far more important than any handshake he would ever have to do in the future.

“Come on then!” She tugged him into the open space. “Let’s play tag!”

She took off running and he readily gave chase after a moment’s pause to consider the options. But he found not better choice than to run among the hedges with this free-spirited girl.

Viviane.

Soon Kallias began to laugh with her. Filling the garden with a wonderful noise as two souls began a journey that would be filled with happiness and loss. As children they were naïve to the world’s horrors. It would be many years before their peace was shattered into broken shards that would rattle their friendship to the core.

Sex Sells - Luke Hemmings Smut

i suddenly felt like writing something and was inspired so i’m blessing you with this shit. (the blesser of shits aka me)

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Y/N is a famous actress and after an award show Luke has a gift for her

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1100ish words


Anxiety and excitement was all Y/N was feeling as she and her boyfriend sat at a circular table filled with familiar faces you’d see on TV or on the silver screen. She was nominated for her first Oscar for the best supporting actress.

She watched Jimmy Kimmel as he made jokes, cracking people up but when he said that he’ll be announcing the winner for the best supporting actress Y/N’s hands started shaking under the table. Luke noticed that her girlfriend started shaking, he held her hand and gave her a small smile. He was just as excited for her girlfriend if not more. He knew winning an Oscar was her dream and he was happy to be experiencing this with her.

“Aaaaand the winner is…” everyone held their breath “Y/N Y/S/N Congrats Y/N!” Y/N was frozen. She was so happy but she still couldn’t believe that she actually won. “YOU WON BABY. YOU DID IT. I’M SO PROUD OF YOU.” Luke was the first of the duo to react. He pulled Y/N up of her seat and hugged her. They briefly kissed on the lips before Y/N started pacing towards the stage, only stopping to hug some of her friends on the way. She also hugged Jimmy, they already knew each other since he interviewed her 3 weeks ago.

“Ah i don’t know what to say. I didn’t think i’d win i mean i was up against all these amazing women. I wanna thank my fans firstly. They put up with a lot for me so thanks for that.” Y/N chuckled “ I also wanna thank the cast. We’ve become the closest friends over the course of shooting. I already miss seeing your faces everyday. I wanna thank my family of course. And lastly i want to dedicate this award to my boyfriend Luke, for being patient with me., always supporting me and not complaining once when i’m exhausted from shooting and in a pissy mood. I love you Luke.”

Y/N got off the stage and got interviewed by some  interviewers while her name was being engraved on the golden statue. She realised that, that would take a long time and decided to return to her boyfriend.

“Congrats baby i’m so proud of you! I knew you’d win you’re so talented. And i also have a gift for you when we’re back in the limo.” Luke said as he kissed her. “How did you know i’d win? What if i didn’t win then i wouldn’t deserve the present.” Y/N protested. “I’d still give it to you baby. In my eyes you’re the winner. Even if you lost.” Y/N smiled. Luke was so sweet to her.

When the ceremony ended and they were putting their coats on Luke asked “ So do you wanna stay for the after party or go straight home?” Y/N decided that she wanted to celebrate this with just her boyfriend and they went out to wait for their limo. She wanted to spend the night alone with her boyfriend but her phone was blowing up. Her family members, friends, everyone was calling or texting to congratulate her on her win. Luke nudged her arm to get attention and pointed at the limo. She quickly said goodbye to the person she was talking to and got in the car.

“So, what is this gift you’ve been dying to give me. The one that you’re sure i’ll love?” Oh yeah Luke praised his gift until the ceremony ended which was more than an hour. “Wait a sec. Driver can you roll up the partition? Thank you and drive a bit slow.”

Luke turned towards her and kissed her roughly. She immediately responded and kissed him back. Their tongues were exploring each others’ mouths while their hands were keeping themselves busy by gripping every piece of skin they could find. Finally Y/N’s hands settled on Luke’s broad shoulders while Luke’s were pulling the front of Y/N’s red dress down to expose her chest. Thank god she was wearing a strapless dress. Luke thanked god for the second time when he realised she couldn’t wear a bra with this dress and hurried to suck on her nipples, making  sure to leave marks on her breast and collar bones on his way.

While sucking on her breasts Luke’s hands pushed the skirt Y/N’s dress up. Y/N blushed when she remembered that she hadn’t worn panties that way because she didn’t want lines on her dress. “Y/N… Did you stand on that stage bare in front of millions of people? tsk tsk bad girl. What am i gonna do with you, you’re killing me.” Luke got harder at the thought of  his girlfriend being bare up on that stage.

He started kissing up her thighs. They were both getting more excited as his head got closer to her pussy. Luke loved Y/N pussy. He thought it looked like a delicate rose. He loved to eat it, to finger it, to be inside of it. He almost liked pleasuring Y/N more than Y/N pleasuring him. Hell he probably did.

When his tongue touched her pussy, Y/N threw her head back and let out a moan. Wanting to hear more of her pleasure sounds, Luke started to lick faster and harder. He was sucking her clit and the sounds she was making was urging him to go faster, harder.

“Luke more please more.” Y/N begged and Luke couldn’t resist her and pushed two fingers inside of her. “YES YES LUKE OH I THINK - I THINK I’M CLOSE” Luke started fingering and sucking harder and ordered her to look at him in the eye. He wanted to see the look of complete bliss on her face when she came. That was one of his favourite parts of sex. That was also the reason why he preferred missionary  sex. His band mates called him vanilla but they didn’t know the reason behind it and Luke wasn’t planning on telling it in the near future.

Luke was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Y/N’s moans getting louder and quicker. “That’s it baby cum. Cum on my face. You deserve it baby. ” that quickened her orgasm and she came. Luke watched her in awe and cleaned her up with his tongue.

After catching her breath Y/N reached for Luke’s cock but Luke pulled away. “Tonights about you baby. You don’t have to return the favour. We won’t be stopping till the sun rises anyways.” They both laughed at that and Luke settled next to her holding her close while see caught her breath.

When the car slowed down they knew they were close to their apartment and Y/N stilled herself to fix her dress. She giggled “So your famous gift was an orgasm wow.” Luke answered smugly “This is Hollywood baby. Sex sells.”

Rockabye (pt.1)

genre: fluff and just a little angst | stripper!au

pairing: you x jimin

word count: 2k

listen to this song while reading. it will make the experience of reading the strip part a whole lot better ;)

Part Two


“your life ain’t gon’ be nothing like my life. your gonna grow and have a good life. i’m gonna do what i’ve got to do.” 

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

This is what you had to do.

You were with a guy for 3 years and about a year ago, ended up getting pregnant unexpectedly. As soon as you found out you were pregnant and he didn’t know, you were terrified he would leave. So you kept it from him for a good two months until he noticed you getting bigger. Spoiler. That’s exactly what he did as soon as he asked. You had no other choice than to tell him the truth unless you wanted to get accused of cheating.

Asshole.

Now you were a single mom, working as a stripper in a local strip club. He didn’t pay child support. He abandoned you and your child.

 While stripping made you good money, you had to occasionally sell yourself. As much as you hated it, you had to do it when monthly rent came around. Jae-Eun was only a couple months old, so that meant paying for a babysitter when you were at work and also for overnight. The food was getting more expensive and the weather was getting colder, forcing you to pay for a heater. Everything together was eating your wallet clean and you had to do what you did if you wanted your kid, let alone you to survive.

As much as you hated to admit it, you still loved him. You were with the man for years. You never expected him to leave. He even told you he wanted to start a family with you, so why did he just disappear? Why did he leave you when you needed him the most? When you, were the weakest you’ve ever been?

You’ll never get over how sad and heartbreaking it was to go through such an immense amount of pain, alone. A nurse was all you had that day. Your mom lived across the country and couldn’t afford to fly out to be with you. Your dad died months before Jae-Eun was born, so you went through this whole thing alone. Your mom occasionally sent money, thinking it would help. The funny part about that was that it was only $50 each time. That was an eighth of your monthly rent, so that didn’t do much. Of course, anything helps but she didn’t understand what else you had to pay for including,  groceries, clothes, water, heat, etc.

A normal day for you was about 4 pm to 12 am. You got home normally every night at 1 am, it just depended on how much money you needed that month and frankly, you needed much more than you made in a one night shift to even get you by each month with endless bills. You hated it but this is what you had to do, for quick, easy money. You had no choice.

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“Bye Jae-Eun. I love you.” You whispered as you tucked him into his bed. As you made your way downstairs, Seoyeon, your babysitter, walked into the house.

Even though Seoyeon was your babysitter, she knew everything about you. You had told her the first day she started working for you, why you had to do what you were doing. She understood as she just nodded and kept her questions to herself while you explained to her. Seoyeon was your friend and that really meant a lot to you. Normally when you got together with someone new or meet someone new, you never hear from them again as soon as they ask what you do for a living or you tell them that you strip. Other than Seoyeon, you didn’t have anyone. You needed someone so badly right now, you are just terrified they will leave or walk out on you, just like he did.

It was a cold evening; 30 degrees to be exact. Your only way of transportation was by foot. That made you really hate this type of weather, especially since it was always colder at night but you had to do what you had to do. You repeat that to yourself at least 100 times a day, to keep you motivated when you felt like giving up.  After 10 minutes of walking, you finally reached your work and headed to the back to change.

“Hey, guys.” You say as you walk by two other girls.

They ignored you and continued talking. No matter how hard you tried making friends, none of the girls wanted anything to do with you. You never understood why people despised you so much.

“Y/N, I need you out there in 10 minutes.” Your boss yelled. You rushed to change, not even needing to put on that much, considering you were a stripper. You threw on a pair of high heels and walked out in your work and more “special” bra and underwear.

Your charisma totally changed when you got up on stage. You went from shy and insecure to sexy and confident in a split second. How you walked, the way you swayed your hips; leaving guys in awe. The fierce gaze you exchanged with guys aching to touch you and have you all over them. The only thing was that they were not allowed to touch you. Not even during private sessions.

As you approached the main room, you locked eye contact with a man, sitting alone with nobody putting on a show for him. That was your cue. You held eye contact, as you slowly but sensually walked over to him. Most guys who came here were older and creepy but this man was the complete opposite. He looked to be around the same age as you.

How did he not have a girlfriend? Why of all people would he be here? He could get a girl without even trying.

You shook yourself out of your thoughts and stood in front of him. Wow. He was handsome. The way his hair fell over his forehead, his dark eyes, his plump, pink lips and a smirk that was plastered over his face. The vibe you got from him made you that much more confident.

He eyed you, up and down, patting his lap for you to sit down on him. Eager. You laughed while shaking your head. 

“Eager much?” You finally break the silence and stay in your place, not daring to give him what he wants, yet. “This isn’t a private dance, you have to request those, sir.”

He laughs, not cutely either, almost like he was mocking you. He bit his bottom lip, admiring the sight of you, taking all of you in, as he released a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in.

The club has been open for a couple of hours already. Guys pour in and out every minute. Every time a song ended a new one started and the lights dimmed. You looked over to the side. 1 minute left.

You carefully walk up the steps to get onto the table. It was just you and your pole, with him watching you. The lights slowly dimmed down and you took your place, turning your back to him as you bend down, sitting on your ankles, waiting for the music to start.

She want it, I can tell she want it, want me to push up on it, foreshe know when I’m all on it. We get the party going, liquor flowing, this is fire. 50  and Jeremiah number one there’s nothing higher, (won’t you go and)

As soon as he said “and,” the bass dropped and your head snapped back to face him, not daring to miss the beat. Your body rolling with the music, as you turn your head to the other side, before getting up, giving him a perfect view of your ass. You continue rolling your body. You turn around a face him, his eyes set on nothing but you.

Won’t you, just put it down (x2) get it, get it, work it, work it, break it, break it down.

The word down, makes your drop down once again, making the man cock an eyebrow at you. You grab the pole on your side and walk around it a couple of times, tilting your head back while using your other hand to feel up and down the pole.

I like the way you grind with that booty on me, shawty you a dime why you looking lonely? We’ll buy another round and it’s all on me, as long as I’m around put it down on me, just put it down on me, down, down on me, put it down on me. Don’t throw it off the ground, show me how it’s gonn’ be, girl all I really want is you down on me, put it down on me.

Every time the beat hit, you moved your hip to one side, then the other, never taking your eyes off of the man you were performing for. The then song carried on into a different sounding beat that only made you move your hips and body, even more, succeeding in turning the guy on.

Look how she twerk it, they say she work it, make me wanna hit it, hit it, heaven when I’m in it, in it. If I do not fit, I’m gonna make it, girl you can take it, don’t stop, get it, get it.

You dropped up and down each time you heard a beat, sending him off into a paradise through his eyes. You could tell his imagination was running wild.

I like the way you grind with that booty on me, shorty you a dime why you looking lonely? We’ll buy another round and it’s all on me, as long as I’m around put it down on me, just put it down on me, down, down on me, put it down on me. Don’t throw it off the ground, show me how it’s gonn’ be, girl all I really want is you down on me, put it down on me.

The song changed beats again, forcing you to change your action once again. Instead of continuing to dance, you place your hand on both sides of your neck, slowly making their way down your body, then back up and down until the song reached its bridge.

Down with that booty on me, shorty you a dime why you looking lonely? Oh, baby, we can go, go, low, low yeah…

While the song carried on, you continued doing what you did best. Circling the pole while slowly grinding on it, making sure you still kept eye contact with him.

Then the song finally came to an end and you walk off of the stage and make your way over to the man, whose name you did not know yet.

“That was, amazing.” He said immediately as you flipped your hair to the side.

“I don’t take compliments, I take money. That’ll be $30.” You wink and put your hands out in front of him, waiting to take the money.  

“How much does a private dance cost?” He asked, still not giving you your hard-earned money.

“Depends on what you want.” You replied, keeping your voice sensual and low.

“What does one song cost?”

You look at him. His question caught you off guard. One song?! Most guys wanted more than that, much, much, more.

“I already said, that depends. Now can I please have my money?” You were trying to still sound as sexy as possible but he was starting to make you upset.

“When is the soonest I can get a private dance?” He ignored your question. A smirk was creeping up on his face. You switched your weight onto the other foot and placed your hand on your hip.

“You have to schedule that with the dancer you want.”

“And what if I said, I want you to give me a private dance?”

“We can arrange that after you give me my money.”

He pulls out his wallet and stands up. He had some height to you, even with being in heels. He walked over to you and leaned down to your ear, his hair tickling your cheek. His breath made you hitch, causing you to get goosebumps.

“I’ll be here tomorrow at 10.” He suddenly says in a whisper, handing you a $50 bill. “The extra $20 is a tip.”

“What’s your name?” You ask.

“Jimin.”

Relentless | Calum Hood Series Pt.10

Originally posted by disconected-of-this-world

                                                   Part T E N 

Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?

Word Count: 4.5k +

A/N: ahhh im sorry in advanced! this isnt extremely jealous!cal but it is there! i hope you all arent disappointed in me ahaa i really hope ya’ll enjoy this and please get it to 100 notes, as usual ! xx

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. [DONE]

                                                    I M A G I N E 

Dublin, 19:35 P.M. 

The Jeep full of you and the band finally began pulling over by a large home. It was lovely from the outside, seeming lavish with beautiful stone tiles and sugarcane plants. But it was extremely lively with bodies hanging around it, music blasting from the windows, and lights of all sorts beaming out. 

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anonymous asked:

Can you do 34 & 58 with Jeff Atkins please? :)

Absolutely! :) Childhood best friend!Jeff isn’t something I knew I needed until right now

34. Remember when you were a kid and you ______ (insert memory)

58. You’re never this quiet, what’s wrong?

Remember when you were a kid and you went streaking through the family Fourth of July barbecue?

“I was literally six-years-old,” Jeff rolls his eyes, “And it was hot.”

“You were a wild kid, man,” she laughs, falling onto her back. What a sight that was, little Jeffrey running stark naked through a crowd of family and friends.

It’s a sunny spring afternoon and they opted to do their homework outside in her backyard, the same place they used to play together as children. She’s known Jeff her whole life, in fact, there’s not a day she’s been on this Earth without him. And even his earliest memories involve her. They are so deeply entwined in one another lives that it’s almost as if one does not exist without the other.

“You were kind of an asshole,” Jeff muses, tilting his head to look at her, “You pushed me off the playscape and broke my arm when we were seven.”

“Okay, yeah, but I cried harder than you did because I felt so bad,” she covers her face with her hands, grimacing at the memory. She had felt so awful. Even though childrens’ sense of empathy is partially developed at best, she had always been hypersensitive to her best friend. You weren’t supposed to hurt the people you love, even if it is on accident. But that’s a good life lesson, isn’t it? Sometimes you do hurt them. Sometimes you don’t even know you are hurting them.

“Yeah,” Jeff reminisces , “That was adorable.”

“Wow you think my crying is adorable,” she gasps over dramatically, “Who’s the asshole now?”

“No, I meant it’s adorable that you cared that much,” he shakes his head, grinning down at his history book.

The truth of the matter is that she still cares that much, she’s just developed other ways of expressing it since bursting into tears spontaneously at the age of seventeen is frowned upon. Instead she stays up all night with him to study for history tests, goes to every single one of his baseball games, and rubs icy hot on his back when he’s sore from practice.

“Remember that one time when we were twelve and we spent the weekend at that beach house with your family?” she asks.

He remembered. The first day they were down there it was storming the entirety of the day. They had built this massive fort that spanned the length of the living room and holed up inside it with food and the tv. Jeff made her watch scary movies and she spent most of the time hiding her face in his shoulder. That was the first time he felt something towards her that wasn’t just platonic. He liked that she sought comfort in him. He liked that she was holding onto him. He liked that she was so close.

“Yeah, good times,” he mumbles, keeping his eyes on the textbook.

“What about when we were 10 and you were gone for two weeks to visit your family in Miami and I kept a journal to write down everything that happened while you were gone so you wouldn’t miss anything?” she smiles at the memory, “Or when we were eight and used to play that tag-you’re-it game where we’d randomly tap each other and whoever got tapped had to tap back? Man, we’d spend hours running around the house smacking each other.”

“Mhmm,” he replies, his voice flat.

You’re never this quiet, what’s wrong?” she asks, sitting up to nudge his shoulder.

It’s bittersweet- reminiscing on all the memories they’ve created over the past seventeen years. Of course he thinks fondly of everything they’ve experienced together, but he can’t help but worry that the label of ‘childhood best friends’ limits the possibility for growth and change.

“Tell me this, since we grew up together, do you think of me like a brother?”he asks, turning his head to look at her.

“Oh god no,” she blurts out quickly. The thought is both hilarious and nauseating. She loves him more than anything, but she’s never considered him to be a brother. You don’t think the things she’s thought about him about your brother.

“That was a visceral reaction,” he chuckles, arching an eyebrow in question.

“C’mon, Jeff. You have to know. You’re beautiful, and your body is fucking insane,” she leans back on her arms, laughing lightly.

“You’ve checked me out?” he smirks.

“Mhmm,” she nods in affirmation, “I’m just more subtle about it than you are.”

His eyes widen and he jerks his gaze away from her quickly, his cheeks burning. He thought he was being inconspicuous, but apparently that was not the case. How many times had she caught him? When had she caught him? Fuck.

“Yeah, I noticed you staring at my ass when we were at the beach last week,” she teases, kicking his leg with her foot.

“You have a nice ass,” he shrugs, rubbing his face with his hands.

“Ooh, that was cheeky, Jeffrey,” she grins, thoroughly enjoying how flustered he is.

“So were those bottoms you were wearing,” he peaks out out between his fingers.

“Touché, my love,” she sits back up, scooting over to wrap her arms around his bicep and snuggle her head into his shoulder, “Were you ever gonna tell me?”

“That you have a nice ass?” he drops his hands, looking at her in surprise.

“Oh my god, no,” she laughs, “That you liked me.”

“I don’t know,” he runs his hand through his hair nervously, “I was afraid- am afraid. I don’t want to ruin everything.”

Even as kids she was always braver than he was. She was the one to climb the tree first, the one to jump off the diving board first, the first one to take the plunge. It’s only fitting that she’s the one to kiss him first.

So she does. It’s not a slow, drawn out processes of staring into each other’s eyes and thinking about what’s about to happen. It’s quick and fluid, like everything that had happened before was building up to this. They didn’t need a big build up. Their lives alone was the build up

She crawls into his lap, placing her hands on either side of his face and leaning in without hesitation. She can feel the muscles in his face jump in surprise, but he relaxes quickly, snaking his arms around her waist. He tastes like nostalgia and unfamiliarity all at once. A new facet to a person she’s always known. It’s the most comfortable feeling in the world.

He has a blissful look on his face when they part, and she can’t help but smile as she leans closer to his ear.

“Tag, you’re it.“