Request from the lovely @crystalbaby12 for a Jax x Reader based on the following prompt:
#78 - “I need you to be my girlfriend for about 5 minutes.”
Sorry I didn’t include both prompts that you originally asked for!!! Hope you still like it x
A whistle catches your attention, Jax smiling widely at you from across the room. Getting up, you move over to him, eye brows raised in question.
“Last time I checked, I’m not a dog. My name will do if you need my attention.” He continues to grin as you eventually end up smiling, a common reaction when faced with the man you love.
“I always need your attention, darlin.” he flirts, the playful banter a daily occurrence for the two of you. Though you expect it’s harmless on his end, you can’t help but fall deeper and harder for him, him having no idea about your feelings.
“Doesn’t everyone?” you ask sarcastically, moving to stand beside him, the two of you watching as Gemma and some of the others set the table, a family dinner about to take place. You had of course been invited, Gemma loving you like her own, you and Jax being as close as can be since the two of you met each other four years ago.
“You know how you love me?” Your heart stops for a moment, until your mind catches up and realise he’s just talking platonically, your face flushing all the same. “I need you to do me a favour.”
“Is that so? What’s in it for me?” you question, lifting your bottle of beer to your lips, Jax watching you intently. He continues to smile at you, the look of pure adoration as clear as day to outsiders. But not to you.
“Can’t you just help me out of the goodness of your pretty, pretty heart? You wound me.“ He places his hand on his chest, faux offense on his face. Rolling your eyes, you nudge his body with your own, your skin tingling at the connection.
“What do you need?” You wait for him to respond, genuine curiosity on your face. You had no idea what he needed from you, but knowing Jax, it wouldn’t be simple.
“I need you to be my girlfriend for about five minutes.” The alcohol gets stuck in your throat at his request, an unattractive cough breaking out as you try to recompose yourself. Jax chuckles, shaking his head as he watches you with amusement, liking that he can catch you off guard after all this time.
“No way! I refuse to put myself through such torture.” you say, covering up for the fact that you’d actually love to be his girlfriend. Not just for five minutes, though. For a lot longer.
“You haven’t even heard my reasons yet!” he laughs, used to your stubborn behavior. He grabs your hand, his huge one covering your smaller one so perfectly, his skin warm and comforting as he leads you outside the back, the others not noticing as you slip away.
Once you’re outside, Jax pulls a cigarette from his pocket, offering you one in the process, you declining. “Those things’ll kill you, you know.”
“I’ve heard there’s quite a queue, they’ll have to get in line.” Jax jests, his lungs inhaling the nicotine before the smoke escapes from his lips, your fingers tightly gripping your bottle as you remind yourself to breathe.
“So, please entertain me. Why do you need me to fake date you? I’m sure you’re not short on potential candidates.” You hike yourself up onto the brick wall, your boots just about touching the floor.
“Straight to the point, as usual.” He takes a seat next to you, your thigh brushing his in such a delightful way. “My mom has invited some chick round, thinks we’d get on well.”
You feel like you’ve been punched in the gut, the thought of Jax with somebody else so painful even though you should be used to it by now, females seeming to be everywere he goes.
“You never know, you might like her. Your mom has good taste.” you encourage, trying to keep your expression as natural as possible, not wanting to let on how you really feel about this idea.
Jax shrugs, taking his last drag before throwing the stub to the floor, his eyes finding yours, you looking down from the intensity of his gaze. “Of course she has good taste. She’s been trying to hook us up for years.”
You smile into your lap, a red hot blush covering your cheeks as butterflies flutter in your stomach as Jax gauges your reaction.
“Is that so?” you challenge, the tension between the two of you rising as you look up at Jax, determined to hold his gaze as your faces stay only inches apart.
Jax hums in confirmation, his tongue running over his bottom lip. You break away, your eyes moving in front of you. His thigh moves from yours as he pushes himself off the wall, his body coming to stand in front of you as he pulls you up, you letting him.
“This is new.” you say as Jax pulls you closer to him, his hands resting on your back to keep you from moving away, not that you would. Nevertheless, you remain stiff, not wanting to make a move incase it’s too much.
Jax senses this, rolling his eyes dramatically, huffing as he leads your arms, placing them around his neck, his hands going back to where they were before as you’re pressed up against one another.
“Does that bother you?” he mumurs, the distance between you so small that even if he whispered, you’d hear it as clear as day. You shrug your shoulders shyly, your cheeks definitely a bright shade of red. “You’ve gotta get used to this if you wanna be convincing.”
You can’t control your change in moods as you realise Jax is only doing all of this so you’ll help him get rid of some chick, a sigh leaving your lips as you push at his chest, a confused expression on his face as he removes his grip from you, you stepping back to create distance.
“Is that all I’m useful for, hm? Helping you make excuses so your entourage backs off?” Jax goes to defend himself, you stopping him with your hand. “Save it, Jackson. Thanks for making it clear.”
“Making what clear? What are you talking about?” He grabs your wrist as you turn away, you snatching your arm back as if you’ve been burnt by his touch. He looks completely clueless as he studies you, you trying to compose yourself before you start blubbering in front of him.
“I’m talking about us!” you say, gesturing between the two of you. Sighing, you run your hand through your fringe, trying to think before you speak. “I get that I’m not enough for you, that all I’ll ever be is a friend. But really, asking me to be your girlfriend for five minutes before you drop me again? I’ll pass, thanks.”
“I didn’t think you’d mind! You’ve done it for me before-” Jax stops mid sentence, realisation hitting him in the face like a bus. You frown as he begins to smile, his tongue slipping out of his mouth slightly as he nods towards you. “You’re jealous aren’t you?”
You freeze for a moment, shock on your face, before you feign disgust. Scoffing, you cross your arms defensively. “You wish.”
“Don’t try and lie to me, don’t forget I know you better than anyone.” You curse under your breath as you realise you’ve stepped in a big pile of metaphorical dog shit, and you’re unable to see a way out of it. “You like me.”
“Obviously. You’re my best friend.” you say, trying to remain casual. Jax slowly moves closer to you, you moving backwards until you come into contact with the side of the house, the brick firm against your back. Jax continues to move as you stand, trapped, your palms sweaty due to your nerves.
“That’s not what I mean and you know it.” he teases, his hands being placed either side of your head as he boxes you in, his face hovering just above yours. “You like me, like me.
“What are you, twelve?” You keep your eyes focused on his, your anxiety almost getting the better of you. Your stomach flips when you see his gaze flick to your lips, you swallowing nervously.
He moves even closer to you, your eyes fluttering closed as he brushes his nose against yours, his breath fanning onto your lips. “I don’t hear any denial.”
“Just kiss me if you’re going to, you idiot.” You open your eyes quick enough to catch Jax with slight shock on his face, before you close them again at the feel of his lips upon yours. You grip his shirt in your fist as you enjoy the moment you’ve been dreaming about for years.
Jax sucks on your bottom lip teasingly, a moan erupting from inside of you. You’re embarrassed for a moment, that is until Jax moans in response, his hands sliding to your ass as he squeezes, lifting you up and pushing you against the brick.
“Guys-” Chibs’ voice interrupts the two of you, his sentence cut short as he sees how you’re occupied. He smirks, you red faced as Jax remains calm and collected. “Gemma is looking for you. No rush, though, take your time.”
He winks at the two of you before disappearing back inside, Jax still holding you as you wiggle to get down. Chuckling, Jax complies with your request, placing you carefully back on the floor. “Continue this later?”
You hum, slipping your fingers up his shirt, his skin warm as he flexes under your touch. Leaning up, you move to his ear, your hand drifting to the waistband of his boxers.
“We’ll see.” With that, you separate from him quickly, slipping back inside with a parting wink.
A/N - Longer than usual but I hope you guys liked it anyway! Xxx
I love the les amis as a family dynamic w/ Combeferre as mother hen but hear me out okay: friend-parents Enjoltaire.
Every time they get into an argument one of the amis sighs and says ‘mum and dad are fighting again’ and then they stop and Grantaire’s like ‘you’re the mum’ and Enjolras goes mad bc ’we’re both men Grantaire neither of us has to be the mother that’s ridiculous and by doing that-’ *insert argument here*
But then when Courf goes up to them and is like 'so this guy totally harassed 'Ponine at the bar and said some rude stuff to Jehan and I think we should follow him home and throw a brick through his window-“ and Grantaire is like ’hell no absolutely not you’ll get arrested and what use would that do? Some people are just like that and getting a lawsuit against you won’t change that, now will it?’ And Enjolras agrees but then later he tells Grantaire to go home early bc he has work to do but goes w/ Courfeyrac to the guy’s house and yells ’don’t tell your mother!’ After hurling a brick in the guys window and running.
And all the amis would fight over who’s the favourite, and Enjolras would be like 'there are no-’ at the same time Grantaire goes 'Bahorel’ and then Grantaire gets a disapproving huff and a stern lecture bc 'you’re making the kids upset you absolute dumpling how could you?!’ Bc enj never swears in front of their kids friends.
And then when they all get married they take turns walking them down the isle and cry every time because they’re growing up. (Even though they’re the same age, and even younger than a few of the other amis).
They’d be such good parent figures for the group and I love it.
Roland - Hot Pockets
Lilith - A bloodstained leather jacket
Mordecai - The pet supplies aisle
Brick - Old Spice guy
Zed - TF2 Engineer
Marcus - A Boston Creme Donut
Hammerlock - Chef Gordon Ramsy
Moxxi - Red wine in a, “I 💜 mom” mug
Scooter - A Tech Deck
Ellie - Romances with strong female protagonists
Angel - “Wake Me Up Inside” by Evanescence
Torgue - The sun
Tiny Tina - A haunted jack-in-the box
Tannis - Bitter, cold, three day old coffee
Captain Scarlett - Johnny Depp
Shade - CapriSun
Claptrap - The genie from Aladdin
Axton - An airhorn noise
Maya - Grungy hipster blogs
Salvador - A Lil’ Monkey Fella
Zer0 - A jazz club
Gaige - Hot Topic
Krieg - A mosh pit brawl at a Linkin Park concert
Handsome Jack - The Geico money stack with winged eyeliner
Nakayama - Waifu body pillows
Athena - Medieval chivalry
Wilhelm - Bionicle
Nisha - Oddly colored blue jeans
Aurelia - The cool refreshing taste of Pepsi
Janey Springs - Dr. Seuss books
Gladstone - Pencils that have been snapped in half with no eraser
Tassiter - The old lady with the poodle in the Sticky Buddy commercial
Pickles - Kraft Mac and Cheese
Timothy Lawrence - Half-assed high school acting
Rhys - Capitalism
Vaughn - The concept of being a badass
Vasquez - The slutty secretary that wants to bang their boss
August - Gary Oak
And he himself – was he actually the same man? He, the poor man, was rich; he, the abandoned, had a family; he, the despairing, was to marry Cosette. It seemed to him that he had traversed a tomb, and that he had entered into it black and had emerged from it white, and in that tomb the others had remained. At certain moments, all these beings of the past, returned and present, formed a circle around him, and overshadowed him; then he thought of Cosette, and recovered his serenity; but nothing less than this felicity could have sufficed to efface that catastrophe.
To be completely honest I don’t see Percy being sexually interested in Annabeth. I see him more interested in fluffly, romantic/non-sexual stuff like dates and hand holding. I don’t know, I’ve tried reading Percabeth smut countless times and I just can’t see it.
Jon/Sansa - Ned/Cat parallel that just hit me over the head like a brick
you guys remember way back when in season one when Catelyn goes to find Ned in the godswood to tell him about the raven from King’s Landing?
the first thing she says to him in that scene was:
“All these years, and I still feel like an outsider when I come here.”
to which Ned responds with:
“You have five northern children. You’re not an outsider.”
now Cat’s recurring theme, especially prominent in the books, is her being worried about not being enough of a Stark! she keeps telling herself things like, ‘you must be a Stark for true now’ when shit goes down and she’s telling herself to be strong, etc.
guess who also worries about not being a true Stark? yup, Jon
and then like 6 seasons later, he and Sansa have an echo of this conversation, after a raven comes to Winterfell, and what’s the most interesting (to me anyway) part of this parallel, that in that particular conversation, Jon wasn’t a parallel to Ned, but rather to Catelyn, and Sansa with her reasurrance, to Ned!
I love the whole Jon/Sansa being Ned/Cat 2.0, but damn a parallel between Jon and Cat, just heck yeah!
also, also! both character have been/will be brought back from the dead! book-wise anyway, omg, just gimme all of them!
Pairing: Reader x Bucky Word Count: 3.5K Warnings: Fluff, swearing, jealous!Bucky
A/N: I changed it a little, but tried to include everything you requested! Hope you like it! I only made it into a (long) oneshot, sorry!
Sorry this took soooo long to get done!
“Hey loser,” you hear Bucky call from your doorway. Looking up, you see Bucky grinning at you as he wanders into your room. You roll your eyes at your best friend, but can’t keep the smile off your face. Bucky never bothered knocking on your door, and you never bothered knocking on his. You felt comfortable enough with each other to ignore most common courtesies.
“Hey idiot,” you reply, pushing your laptop a little further away from you as Bucky throws himself on your bed,
“What you working on?” he asks as he shimmies up next to you laying on your stomach,
“Paperwork,” you sigh out, flashing your laptop a frown,
“Let’s go get food,”
“I can’t,” you whine, “I’ve got to finish this for Tony before the party tonight,”
“Come on,” Bucky drawls out, “I’m hungry,”
“When aren’t you hungry?” you playfully cock an eyebrow at him,
Bucky reaches forward and closes your laptop, “Look at that, your laptop is suddenly off,” Bucky lets out a mocking sigh, “Guess you can’t work anymore,”
A/N- So I was reading this amazing Roommate AU series off @jungkookfortunekookies
and I got lowkey inspired to write something similar. Hope y’all enjoy this.
<3 Thanks to noona for creating and giving this beautiful idea love her. <3
Life was really difficult at this point because you had just
moved to another country for your bachelor’s degree. You were a good student
and you were luckily provided with an apartment near your uni by authorities.
The only thing that you were kept a secret with was that your roommate was
actually a guy.
I had just got off the cab in front of a beautiful mellow
red building with green springs flowing from each balcony. It was delightful to
see where I was about to live for 4 years now. I started to collect my stuff
from the mini truck that had come along.
“New place, new faces, new life… this is it y/n. You’ve made it till here alive
and functioning and you’ll survive.” I thought to myself as I take a deep
breath, clutching my own self because of the mildly cold weather.
“I wonder what my roommate would be like. I hope it’s not
someone too crazy, or a murderer or something like that.” My thoughts were
consuming me as moving to another country only left me dependent of one person,
unwantedly though, but it had to be my roommate I have to get along first.
“OUCH!” I scream as a large carton fell on my head from the
piles of boxes I had been gathering around.
“Are you okay?! Do you need help?” a soft, heart-warming boyish
voice comes from the back of me, who was now on the ground with a box on my
head and the canvases and paint bottles fallen all over the place.
“Well, I guess so…” I said dumbly raising my hands with
petty, with the box over my face. I heard the voice chuckle. I removed the box
from my face and just was left breathless. A beautiful Sunkist pale skinned face
with ebony hair and unrealistic body proportion, almost that like of a Greek
god or even better, was right in from of me, diligently gathering my canvases. He was dressed in achromes and was absolutely stunning to human eyes. I couldn’t really focus on him, but, God, I swear he was hot. Before I could be
more shameless in staring at him, he cuts me off.
“Yo! Here.” He handed me over my stuff.
“Uh-Oh-! Yeah! Thanks. Jesus Christ, I’m so clumsy.” I
stammered out of embarrassment caused by his overwhelming perfection.
HOLY FUCK WHO IS THIS MAN
“I got to go now, let’s see if we meet again.” He gave me
the brightest smile before zooming out of my face on his skateboard.
“T-T-T-Thanks…” Before I could barely even thank him, he
“Wow. Will I ever even get to see this man and thank him
properly?” I sighed.
I quickly move inside the building not wasting anymore time
in thinking about someone I wasn’t going to meet again.
There I was finally, in front of my house from now to 4
years more. I knocked on the door. A
surprisingly cute boy opens up the door and- “Ah, a girl? What on earth is
“Well, your mum is a girl too.” I sassed him back.
“Huh, never mind. What are you here for though?” he asked.
“I am going to live here from now on, apparently.” I told
him, yet keeping the sass up.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME? IS THIS BOY GOING TO BE MY ROOMATE? WTF.
HE’S CUTE, BUT THIS IS A GUY HERE OMFG WAE?!
“Oh, I’m sorry. Please come in! I mistook you there.”
to hide the crime boy.
“By the way, I’m y/n. I’m new here.” That was me giving a
generic introduction to my ‘roommate’ I guess.
“I’m Jimin. Let me help you with your boxes.” He said as he
let me in the apartment.
That was really sweet of him. BUT STILL AM I GOING TO ROOM
WITH A GUY? UNACCEPTALBEEEEEEEEE. MORE LIKE, UNCOMFORTABLEEEEE!
I moved about a bit to check the place. It was surprisingly
clean for a guy to live in. the house had an amazing smell aura and it was very
mesmerizing. There were scented candles, house plants and everything about that
place seemed to perfect to exist. It was a blessing. It wasn’t furnished
completely, but whatever there was, was too good.
“Woah, I like this house too much already.” My eyes lit up.
I approached the bedroom but then suddenly, Jimin called me
out, “NO! You can’t take that room! It’s occupied.”
“huh?! What do you mean? We are supposed to be roommates
now, I think I can have the right to choose a room of my choice.” I told him.
“We? Roommates? What are you saying, woman? I am not your
roommate.” He laughed out loud.
WHAT THE HECK? HE AINT MY ROOMMATE, THEN WHO IS?!
“Then what are you even doing here?” I was confused at this
“Damn it! It’s my girlfriend; the one who will be sharing
this place with you.”
GIRLFRIEND. OKAY, Y/N IF YOU HAD ANY DREAMS WITH THIS ONE,
LEAVE THEM IN HELL. HE’S STILL CUTE THOUGH. HIS GIRLFRIEND IS ONE LUCKY BITCH.
So, it was a girl I was supposed to live with. I guess that
is fine, but it got me kind of excited to even think about living with a guy.
Only if he was like Jimin.
“Oh, I see.” I spoke slightly disappointed. “Yeah…” He nodded.
“I think I will arrange my stuff now.” I told him whilst
“Sure, let me know once you are done. I guess we’ll meet
often now.” He winked at me, taking a bite out of his chocolate bar.
WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF DID HE JUST LOWKEY FLIRT WITH ME?! WTF.
Okay calm down y/n. it’s just a guy, who’s girlfriend lives with you now.
Nothing is going to happen. Calm the fucking tittes down.
It was 9pm now. And I had finally unpacked and arranged my
things. It all looked so pretty. Me and Jimin had a pretty decent conversation about
the uni and I was 90% of the conversation as I was nonstop blabbering about me
being excited and awkward.
“I think I have to go now. See you tomorrow y/n! nice to
meet you really. I hope you’ll like my girlfriend.” He gave a quick flying kiss
Okay well, this was nice. Meeting with two of the most
attractive men in life and getting my dreams shattered twice in a day. Great
start, I thought.
I finally lay on the mattress kept in the living room area
wondering about my life from now on. “Wow, I stink.” I muttered to myself. I
got up and lit some candles already kept in the living room and turning on
ferry lights to make the room look better. I quickly went in for a shower.
OKAY, WHAT THE HELL.
There were so many men’s grooming item in there. I was
shook. I couldn’t undersyand anything that was going on there.
“What kind of a girl uses all of the men’s grooming items…”
still shook me, took a quick shower, not thinking too much about it. I stepped
out in just a towel wrapped around me. My soaking hair fell on my shoulders giving
me shivers in the cold weather.
As I entered the living room in my towel, I was
shook again as I saw someone.
It was the same guy! The skateboarded! Holy shit! Oh my god
what the hell is he doing? Am I dead? Am I hallucinating? What the fuck y/n?! I
was literally naked and this is how I met him again? First time it was me,
dying on the ground and now here I am, soaking wet, just in a towel… Wow. I
loved this day.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHH HOW DID YOU GET IN? YAAH! WHO ARE YOU? OH MY
GOD!” He practically screamt in my full face almost covering his face to avoid
looking at me.
“UM EXCUSE ME, HOW DID *YOU* GET IN?” THIS IS MY APARTMENT
OKAY HOLY SHIT.” I was really in no mood for jokes now. This was serious
business. Did he follow me? Is he a pervert? Probably not-
We both had a ‘who screams louder’ competition there.
“UH WHAT- THE-, this is your apartment?” he was shook now.
“Well, yeah? Why else would I be standing in a towel like
this?” I told him.
“HOLY Shit- You’re my roommate then!” he had his hand
covering his mouth now.
ASDFGHJKL HOLY FUCKING BRICKS. This GUY?!
“You?! But wasn’t it supposed to be a girl?” I scraped my
“Daebak! Jimin was here? Wasn’t he?” He face-palmed and I
noticed his slender fingers with rings on, which were very seducing. Holy shit
why isn’t this day enough?
“Yes, I met him. He told me that his girlfriend was living
here, so how is it you? Like how, what? Why? I’m confused”
I was perpetually
torn between feeling awkward, awful, aroused and ashamed.
“I am the girlfriend.” He let out a funny sigh. “He calls me
that.” He was lol-ing so hard now, almost crying. He fell on the mattress and hid his face with a pillow.
Is he okay? Well, I am not. This guy I swear I couldn’t ask
for more from god at this moment in life. A hot guy in my room, with me, for 4
This was going to be fun.
was it okay? please let me know. i have a lot more to write in this. xoxo :P
Me: “You know that Poe story where the drunk guy gets bricked up in another dude’s cellar?”
Behr and Ehhr, in unison: “THE CASK OF AMONTILLADO!!!.”
Me: Yeah, that. Well, we should reenact that with all these damn flats. I volunteer to get drunk.
TD Todd: “The only Po story I know is Kung Fu Panda…”
consider my hand dead because THESE TWO KILLED IT. anyway, more TotA role swap AU and this time with Peony and Guy. Peony still loves flirting and rappigs. Guy still loves machinery and has gynophobia. their designs were fun to make and i’m very proud of them.