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SF9 Personalities

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SF9 Masterlist

Originally posted by neozbin

Okay well SF9 is a 9 member boy group under FNC Entertainment. The group debuted on 3 October, 2016. So fairly recent. In my opinion this group is very loving and funny and deserve a lot of attention. I love them so now I will explain each member as fully as I can.

Recently on a V-Live they boys announced the Fandom name after many discussions and the fandom together have come up with Fantasy. So now this fandom is called Fantasy.

FUTURE

ACCOMPANY

NEXT

TOGETHER

AFFECT

SF9

YOU

Another meaning to why we are called Fantasy is-

“A wish coming true in one’s imagination”. Sf9 fans will be apart of making SF9′s wish come true and that every moment SF9 and FANTASY spends together will be like a fantasy.

Songs-

Fanfare

K.O

Roar (Just released today!! SO HYPED)

So beautiful

Together

Youngbin:

Originally posted by bureureung

Stage Name: Youngbin

Real Name: Kim Youngbin

Position: Leader,  Lead Rapper and Dancer.

Birthday: 23rd November, 1993

Nationality: Korean

Youngbin is the leader and he is constantly supporting and loving his members. He has he cutest eyes smile possible. He is also extremely hard working and passionate about what he does and that is clear. Although being the leader he is known for messing around and just acting silly along with his members showing off that he is a child at heart. He loves amusement parks and can’t help his excitement. He motivates and fills every member with confidence. He loves and adores his members and constantly shows his gratitude towards his members.

Inseong:

Originally posted by fy-sf9

Stage Name: Inseong

Real Name: Kim Inseong

Position: Main Vocalist, Dancer

Birthday: 12th July, 1993

Nationality: Korean

Inseong is SF9′s English speaker as he studied in London for a year. Inseong is loving and caring with all of his members and is no where near afraid to show them his love for them. Inseong tends to be shy and sometimes has an awkward personality and that just makes him even more adorable. His voice is quite deep but very soft and soothing. Calls himself ‘Fennic Fox’ because of his eyes. Also Inseong loves to draw like really loves to draw especially manga.

Jaeyoon:

Originally posted by foxyins

Stage Name: Jaeyoon

Real Name: Lee Jaeyoon

Position: Lead Vocalist, Dancer (*Cough* Bias Wrecker *Cough*)

Birthday: 9th August, 1994

Nationality: Korean

Jaeyoon is a big baby, he is scared of absolutely everything, heights roller coasters or anything scary but doesn’t that just make him so cute?! Mr sunshine straight up like he is always smiling or laughing or attached to Inseong, I’m sure they are in love. Has a beautiful smile like look at him! Very powerful vocals. He’s funny and cute and JUST SO SASSY LIKE DAMN!

Dawon:

Originally posted by bureureung

Stage Name: Dawon

Real Name: Lee Sanghyuk

Position: Lead Vocalist, Dancer

Birthday: 25th July, 1995

Nationality: Korean

Dawon is the lovable ball of fluff along with energy like its a never ending pit. Dawon has the skills to be an MC and normally hosts most of the little competitions on their YouTube channel. Complete meme, like his existence forms a meme. Dawon needs an award for how extra he is like he is extra as all hell. He is the ultimate mood maker and can cheer anyone up. Love this man.

Zuho:

Originally posted by w00nkiee

Stage Name: Zuho

Real Name: Baek Juho

Position: Main Rapper, Dancer

Birthday: 4th July, 1996

Nationality: Korean

This man is a trickster like in mv’s he is this mysterious, rough guy with an aura of intimidation with a low voice but don’t be fooled as he is really just fuzzy teddy bear like he just wants some cuddling and some loving and he will be pleased. Like this guy is very loving, caring and romantic. Like he is just the perfect combination yet he isn’t my bias. Yet somehow if he still seems intimidating just remember that he can’t go to the toilet in the dark alone, he always needs another member with him.

Rowoon:

Originally posted by malegroups

Stage Name: Rowoon

Real Name: Kim Seokwoo

Position: Main Vocalist, Visual, Dancer

Birthday: 7th August, 1996

Nationality: Korean

Rowoon is Mr Mummy, like he looks after all his members and takes care of them. He protects the younger ones with his life and that is so adorable. He loves to cook which you could see in the cook off he has with Zuho and Inseong. This mummy is very clinging with his members and loves cuddles as well and when he gets excited and happy he jumps up and down. Also very giant and athletic.

Taeyang:

Originally posted by dangchanhee

Stage Name: Taeyang

Real Name: Yoo Taeyang

Position: Main Dancer, Main Vocalist

Birthday: 28th February, 1997

Nationality: Korean

Mr puppy like I don’t care what anyone says he is a puppy. Taeyang calls himself “Sexy & Charismatic” which is completely true because I am sure that when you start liking SF9 the first person you bias is Taeyang because look at him with those sweater paws!! One of the more silent types but he is a flirt when he does talk like never ending flirting. Taeyang definitely overworks himself and will stay up late dancing and practising so this man needs to be shown all the love and support because he deserves it just like the other members.

Hwiyoung:

Originally posted by forsf9

Stage Name: Hwiyoung

Real Name: Kim Youngkyun

Position: Rapper, Supporting Vocalist, Dancer (MY BIAS LIKE LOOK AT HIM)

Birthday: 11th May, 1999

Nationality: Korean

This my boo!! Anyways, he is extremely confident with his looks because he has all right to be. But don’t take that as if he is self centred because he isn’t. In fact he has one of the shy personalities but has energy bursts and acts crazy with everyone else. Constant aegyo because he is an adorable bunny. Works out a bit and likes to keep fit. Definitely has his savage moments. Extremely emotional as well, once cried in dance practice because of something Youngbin said but have worked that out straight away.

Chani:

Originally posted by kangchaneee

Stage Name: Chani

Real Name: Kang Chanhee

Position: Vocalist, Main Dancer and Maknae

Birthday: 17th January, 2000

Nationality: Korean

Do not mistake this he is definitely the youngest despite his deep voice. He has the cutest smile and does aegyo a whole lot as you can see fro the gif. Also a young cliche is scared of absolutely everything just like Jaeyoon. He also has a very quiet personality and is also very cute. Even though he is younger than the rest he is one of the more mature ones but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t muck around a lot because he does! Looked after by all members and also looks after them too.

Originally posted by clickedyourheart

Thats is all of them and I hope you love them as much as I do! Tell me who your bias is if you have one!! Don’t forget to request something!!!

-Admin Kira

Love Always Wakes the Dragon

(and suddenly flames everywhere)

It could be worse. You do have all the luxuries befitting a princess, though one charged with treason. But a gilded cage is still a cage. And the prospect of withering away in this, the tallest tower of the Palace of Asgard, in the same place where your once-betrothed will live and marry and rule from, it’s almost too much to bear.


author: sugardaddytonystark (formerly buckysbackpackbuckle)
pairing: Thor x Jotun!Reader
word count: 4067
warnings: brat prince Thor, unprotected sex, oral sex, hair pulling, choking

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@infinite-atmosphere LOOK WHAT YOU’VE STARTED NOW I WARNED YOU

Small pec worship drabble heavily inspired by this because wow hello can I nap on those please?




“Still working at this hour?”

“Gabe …” Jack sighed warningly as Gabriel appeared stealthily behind him – he pressed himself up against Jack’s back in a warm, insistent move that was evidently meant to distract entirely. Gabriel’s hips pushed forward to cradle against Jack’s ass, his broad torso flush against his back as he spooned up against him.  

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Territory (Dogboy Hybrid AU) | Taehyung x You

Rated: M 

Warning: Graphic hybrid smut. Please don’t read this if you’re not into it because I don’t want to scar you

Summary: Dogboy Tae gets extremely possessive when “that time of the month” rolls around and find’s it hard to control his natural instincts and his dominating nature during the monthly occurrence.

Note: Ah, okay, so this is my first time ever writing about Hybrids and stuff like that, so please bear with me. The idea came to mind while I was surfing the interwebz, so I just thought I’d write it up. What a thing to be my first post lol, but oh well.. Idgaf. I’m pretty much uneducated on “Dogboys” but I’m giving it my best shot.. HUZZAH!!~ 

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You were driving him insane. The intoxicating scent of you calling out to him, begging for him to mount you and claim you as his own before any other male could get to you. It was hard to fight his natural instincts, but he knew better than to force you into anything and you had told him you didn’t feel well, stating you had ‘cramps’ or something along those lines. But your body was crying out for him to dominate you, your body needed him, he could sense it, and it was taking every ounce of his willpower to refrain from mounting you whenever he was in your presence. And that was quite a lot.

It was already hard enough not to mount you, so he really couldn’t help his need to follow you around everywhere, his possessive nature having to make sure no other male could get near you, his precious bitch. Just the thought of it made the hair on the back of his neck raise, his hands clench into fists and a snarl appear on his lips, slightly revealing his canines hid beneath. 

He was in no mood to be tested today in particular. He could sense you were at your peak of ovulation, which was when it was most hard for him to suppress his feral desires. It was so strange to him how humans were so unaware to what their bodies needed. Couldn’t you sense even a little bit how badly your body was yearning for him? He could only shake his head, perplexed by your utter oblivion. 

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13 Going on 30 (Part 1)

Summary: When your 13th birthday party goes awry, and you make a life changing wish - you wake up to discover you’ve flash forwarded 17 years ahead. 

Word Count: 2,186. 

A/N: This new series is entirely based off of the film, “13 Going on 30.” I figured it’s about damn time someone makes that movie into a Bucky series and here we are now. Hope you guys enjoy, and feedback would be well appreciated! :D

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An Ice Cream Misunderstanding | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Jealousy, Fluff
POV: Reader’s/First Person

A/N: Hi everyone! This is the first ever write-up that I am posting, so please be nice. Haha. If you have requests, don’t hesitate to message me and I’ll get back to you. Jealous Zach will always be my favorite Zach for some reason, next to dumb baby Zach. Anyway, enjoy!

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“Baby can we go get some ice cream?” my boyfriend says with puppy eyes as he laid his head on my thighs while we were seated in front of the TV watching a movie.

“I think there’s some chocolate ice cream in the fridge left.” I reply, as I stroke his head with my hand.

“But baby, you know I like pistachio, from that place, our favorite ice cream parlor?” he whines with a pout as he looks at me with puppy eyes again.

“Puh-lease?” he pouts as he grabs my hand and places it under his chin.

“I hate you Zach Dempsey.” I reply as I laugh and shake my head.

“Let’s go then.” I reply as I pinch his cheeks and a wide grin forms on his face.

“Thank you baby I love you!” he replies as he sits up on the sofa and pinches the bridge of my nose.

“Zachary! Don’t!” I reply as I stand up and run to the bedroom to get the car keys and my purse.

We both get ready and head on out of the house to go to our favorite ice cream parlor. Zach drives for the both of us most of the time, but he got an injury during a basketball game, and he was told not to do any activities for 2 weeks. Those 2 weeks are almost done, and he’s healing very well. We reach the ice cream parlor but there weren’t any parking spaces near it, so we had to park quite far. We got off of the car and started walking, Zach held my hand as we walked. While we were walking hand in hand, a familiar voice yelled out my name which made Zach and I look behind us to check who it was.

“Y/N!” the familiar voice yells as he waves his hand from side to side.

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The second he picks up Yuri’s call, he knows something is wrong. There’s something about the lack of anger in his voice, and how his breathing wavers whenever he doesn’t speak. Sure, he’s rarely in a good mood, but this feels different and Otabek doesn’t like it.

“Yura,” he begins, and Yuri immediately quiets down. Something’s definitely up. “You don’t sound well. Are you okay?”

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Montgomery x Reader Imagine (Part 4/?)

NOTE: Okay, first of all I apologize it took forever to write this. Second of all I apologize for this being hot mess. I changed the sex part like six times and it’s still not how I wanted it to be. I read it like four times to make sure there aren’t any misspellings but I probably missed some.

PART 1     PART 2    PART 3


“Your place or mine?”, I heard whisper in my ear as I was packing my stuff after the game.

“So you did not forget?”, I asked.

“Hey, Y/N, we made a bet, remem…”, he stopped cause few people wanted to high five him.

He was indeed the star of today’s game. For the first time I saw him not with his typical cocky grin, but with sincere smile, full of joy, and because it wasn’t everyday view I stared at him for a little bit.

“So, how about…”, he started but again someone interrupted.

“Good game, Monty”, some girl stood next to us and literally done hair flip. I rolled my eyes and went back to packing, when she put her hand on Montgomery’s arm. “See you at Bryce’s party tonight?”

“Sure”, he said and eyed her up and down as she walked away.

“I think you don’t have to worry about getting laid for another month”, I said standing next to him.

“I knooow”, he bit his lower lip. “Don’t think it’ll make me forget about our bet. See you at Bryce’s?”

“Umm, no actually. It would be party third week in the row, my mum wouldn’t be too happy about that”

“What about…”, he started protesting.

“I said you gonna get third base”, I said moving closer to him, so no one could hear us, “I didn’t say it’s gonna be tonight.”

“Wait, what?”

“Bye, Monty”, I waved at him as I was walking away.

20 minutes later I was in home. My parents went to the restaurant with Jeff’s parents, as our mums are best friends, but mum still made me pancakes. I took plate and fork, pour some milk to the glass and went to the living room to eat dinner in front of tv. I finished eating, was watching tv, still in my cheerleader suit, when my parent came back.

“Oh, honey, you’re here”, my mum said, she was in very giggly mood.

“I’m your only child, what did you expect?”.

“You’re not going to the party?”, she asked. “Jeff called, he said the game was amazing, they won and that there is party at Bryce’s house”

“Yes, game was great, they won and yes, there is a party, but I’m not coming. Is she drunk?”, I asked my dad.

“What do you mean you’re not coming?”, mum didn’t give him a chance to response.

“Cause, it would be third week in a row? Wouldn’t you be mad at me partying every week?”, I looked at her suspiciously.

“Whaaat? No, go to the party, have fun, show some team spirit”, dad said and punched my arm.

I stared at them for few seconds.

“Oh my God, you’re both drunk!”, I stood up from the couch.

Instead of answering they started getting very touchy.

“Sweetie, you’re going to the party or not? Me and dad can spend one evening alone, don’t you think?”.

“Are you going to… bang?”

They started giggling again.

“Okay, you know what, I’ll go to the party, cause I’m afraid otherwise you’ll have to send me for psychotherapy, just please give me 30 minutes before you start doing another baby”, I said as I went upstairs.

I took a quick shower, made my make up again, did my hair in half bun using hella a lot of dry shampoo and put on some dress and white low converse. I was about to leave, but came back to my wardrobe, and changed my underwear for matching black lacy one.

I came down stairs and went to the door, covering side of my face so I wouldn’t accidentally see what is happening in living room.

“I’m leaving, please don’t do this in my bedroom! Bye”, I said as I grabbed my car keys.

“Someone has to!”, my dad shouted after me when I was closing the door.

“I think I’m gonna throw up”, I mumbled and went to the car.

20 minutes later I parked at Bryce’s driveway, or more on the lawn, cause there were a lot of cars.

One deep breath and I got inside, looking around for any friendly faces.

“Y/N! You came!”, Jessica, already drunk - shocking, threw her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek.

“Yeah, my mum kinda kicked me out of the house for the night”, I chuckled.

“Well, hello, jelly shot?”, Justin came up to us.

“No, thanks, I’m driving”, I shrugged my arms.

“Whaaaat? Girl, you’re killing the party!”, Foley moaned.

“I think I’m gonna live with that”, I patted his arm.

“Y/N, you’re here?”, Jeff gave me bear hug from behind.

“Your parents”, I turned around to face him and pointed at him, “are never going out with my parents again”.

“Why? What happened?”, he asked amused.

“My parents came home wasted and right now they’re probably making another baby.”

“Booo, you’re jealous because your parents have sex life and you don’t”, Justin put his arm around me. “Don’t worry, babe, we’re gonna find you someone to bang”, he started looking around.

“Jess, aren’t you gonna react at your boyfriend’s arm around me?”, I asked.

“No”, she snorted. “You know each other since kindergarten and you’re my friend”.

“Right, but still, this goes here”, I took Justin’s hand and put it on Jessica’s ass. “And I go for something to drink”, I pointed at the kitchen.

“Pour some alcohol in there, you can leave your car here!”, Justin shouted to me.

I went to the kitchen and surprise, surprise, Montgomery was there pouring himself some drink.

“Hey”, I stood next to him.

“Well, looks who’s here”, he smiled. “I knew you would come, you thirsty babygirl”

“Are you drunk? Cause I’m too sober for your weird, specific pick up lines”, I looked at him disgusted.

“Not that much drunk, just in the good mood. You want something?”

“Just coke, I’m driving.”

“Boooooring”, he said while pouring coke to the red cup. “By the way, I’m gonna keep my third base with you for another day, because I made new female friend today“.

I looked around and saw girl across the room, smiling at Monty even though he wasn’t looking at her.

“It’s ok”, I said taking my drink from him. “Me and my matching underwar will find another company”.

He freezed for a moment.

“What did you say?”, he asked.

“What?”, I looked at him innocently.

“The.. The thing about underwear”, he started stuttering.

“Matching. Underwear”, I said clearly. “Yeah, it’s all black and lacy, all because of that dress, you could see every line through it if I wear something different”, I was obviously lying, no lines were visible through that dress.

Didn’t really matter cause he already wasn’t listening to me, just looking at like he wanted to undress me with his vision.

“Have fun with your new friend, bye”, I waved in front of his face and walked away.

I spent next hour walking around, talking to people, glancing at Monty from across the room and walking away as soon as he started going towards me. But I couldn’t hide when he came up to me with Bryce, Zach and Justin.

“We need to ask you for a favour”, they said.

“I’m listening”, I crossed my arms at my chest.

“We need Monty’s shisha”.

“What it has to do with me, I don’t have it”, I looked at them confused.

“We know, silly”, Justin ruffled my hair. “It’s at Monty’s house.Will you please drive him, so he can take it?”

“Please”, they said at the same time.

“Whatever, I can go”, I rolled my eyes. “Come on, Monty”.

We went to the car, he didn’t say anything until we got inside.

“You know where to drive?”, he asked.

“I was at your birthday last year, I know were you live”, I said withdrowing from the driveway.

“Right, you were”, he nodded his head.

“So how’s your new friends?”, I asked.

“She’s okay”, he slowly nodded his head again. “Nothing to brag about, but nothing to be too embarrassed either.”

“Wow, you’re nice”.

I pulled up my dress a little higher when I was scratching my thigh and, on purpose or not, didn’t pull it down after I was down.

“Something itches?”, Monty glanced at my leg. “You know, I’m a great scratcher”.

“Oh I bet you are, but I’m good, thanks”, I patted his leg.

“You enjoy it, don’t you?”, he asked. “Teasing, innuendos…”

“I do innuendos with everyone since I was like fourteen”, I interrupted him.

“Understatements, smirking, glances”, he continued. “You like it”

“I already told you. There might be some tension between us, but you know, it’s that age, hormones and everything, doesn’t mean anything", I said avoiding looking in his direction.

“No, no, no. I want you to admit that you like it”.

“Fine, I like it!”, I admitted not only to him, but also to myself. There was no point in lying. “It’s just… It’s about you”.

“Keep going”, he encouraged me to talking.

“You’re a bully. And an asshole. And a dick sometimes. And I just… I don’t see myself with someone like you. No offence”.

“Jesus, woman”, he rolled his eyes. “I’m not a relationship type. I’m not asking you to marry me, I’m just offering you some fun from time to time.”

“And how exactly would this work?”, I asked. “If I said ‘yes’, I’m not saying, but if I would”.

“Then we’d meet and have sex once in a while. That’s what friends with benefit do”.

I nodded my head without saying anything.

“We’re not really friends, Monty”, I rippled my nose after like a minute. “I mean we sure know each other for I don’t know how many years, but we just hang out with the same people”.

“Does ‘fuck buddies’ describe it better for you?”, he sighed.

“I’m not really hook up type of girl”, I could see he was fed up with all my questions but it definitely didn’t make me wanna stop.

He closed his eyes and grabbed bridge of his nose. “You’re killing me”, he mumbled.

“Thank you! You’re the second person today, who told me that!”, I said with a smile as I stopped car on his driveway. “Okay, go and take what you need”.

“Come on, you’re not gonna sit alone in a car”, he said and got out of the vehicle.

“It’s okay, I’ll wait”, I said bit louder, so he could hear me while he was walking around the car.  “It’s very dark inside”, I noticed no lights inside were on.

“My parents are out of town, there’s nobody inside”, he said and opened my door.

I sighed as I gave up and left the car. I followed him, Monty took the keys out of his pocket and opened the door.

“I’ll be right back”, he said as he turned on the light and went upstairs.

I looked around and saw plenty of photos of Monty all over the place - on the walls, on cabinet, on shelves, above the fireplace. The place was very pretty, it was visible that Monty’s parents have a lot of money, but it still looked cosy.

I realised I felt weird feeling of anticipation in my stomach, probably caused by the fact that lately Montgomery tried to put his hands all over me everytime we were alone and I was actually curious if he’s gonna try this time too.

“Got it!”, he said running down the stairs.

“I was wondering…”, I started and tilted my head to one side. “About this whole fuck  buddies thing…”

“Yeah?”, typical smirk showed up on Monty’s face.

“If we both said ‘yes’ to this, you should know a few things”, I walked by him and went to the kitchen.

“Such as?”, he asked as he leaned  on the wall.

“Well, first of all, it must, stay a secret, we both have reputation, right?”

“Right”, he nodded in agreement not taking his eyes off of me.

“Second”, I said as I sat on the kitchen counter, “I’m not into any weird kinks”.

“Yet to be discovered”, he was slowly taking step after step towards me.

“No hickeys. At least in visible places”.

“I will try my best”, at this point he was standing in front of me, with his hand on my sides.

“I usually don’t wear matching lacy underwear”, he was so close, that I could only look at his lips.

“We don’t even know yet if I like you in lacy underwear”, his hands started rubbing my thighs up and down.

“Are you gonna check if you like it?”, I wrapped my hands around his neck.

“I think I’m again gonna have to make you shut up”, he spreaded my legs and got between them.

“Yes, please”, I said as I pulled his lips to mine. 

Monty’s kisses always were raw, rough, deep with lots of tongue action. There were no place for sweet, innocent kisses because that’s how affection is made and we do not want this. His hand on the back of my neck, his lips were moving sloppily down my jaw.

“One more thing”, I whispered.

“What?”, he said still kissing my neck.

“I’m a sucker for those neck kisses”.

“Yeah, I figured last time”, I could feel smile on his lips against my skin.

I tangled my fingers into his hair while his hands were going all over my back. I wrapped my legs around him and pull myself closer. He grabbed me by the back of my thighs, pulled up a little bit and started walking to the stairs.

“We’re moving this party upstairs”, his hands went higher to my ass. He was slowly carrying me upstairs, kissing for the whole time, while I was pushing my upperbody to him just in case I could get even closer. Finally we got into his room, he closed the door with a kick, turned and pinched me against them.

“Now I’m gonna examine your underwear”, he started pulling up my dress.

“Zipper”, I mumbled under my breath.

Monty took two steps back, put me on the floor, his hands were all over my back again.

“Where the fuck is this shit?”, he turned me to see my back.

“On the left”, I giggled slightly. He unzipped me while kissing my neck.

“It’s very pretty dress, but we don’t need”, he threw it somewhere.

He sat on the bed and I sat on his lap. Monty gently took my hair away from my face and and looked at me up and down.

“It’s really, really nice underwear, but you won’t need in a moment either”, he said kissing my neck.

“It’s really nice shirt”, my hands went down his abs, “ but you definitely don’t need it. Take it off”, I said as a leaned back a little bit, placing my hands on his knees for a support.

He took his shirt off and threw it somewhere near bed, for the whole time he was looking at me with hungry eyes. He grabbed my ass, laid me on my back on his bed. He was hovering over me.

“You want this?”, he asked and sounded tiny bit concerned.

“Monty”, I snorted. “I’m lying under you wearing nothing but my lacy underwear, I think it’s pretty clear”, I said as I was touching his arm.

“I mean… You don’t do this because you feel pushed with all my talk and everything?”

As much as I liked new, caring side of Monty, I didn’t wanna see it that time.

“Can you just shut the fuck up?”, I asked and pulled him closer by his neck.

“Actually… I can’t”, he mumbled between kisses. “Cause this time, we’re doing this shit loud”.

“Fuck”, I mouthed as his kisses were going down my neck, between my breasts and down my stomach.

“Monty?”, I asked to make him a little disctracted.

“Yeah?”, he looked up.

“It’s your third base, why don’t you just enjoy the time?”

I used all my strength, and let’s say I didn’t need much, cause he didn’t really resist, and turned as around so now I was on top. I kissed his lips, his jaw, neck and went down and down whole his hands were all over my body. When my kisses reached his pants I looked up to see his face, eyes closed and biting bottom lip. I pulled up making sure my ass rubbed his thighs very precisesly. I sat on his bulge and make a few circles with my hips, his fingers clenched on me. I pulled myself up a little bit and started unbelting and unzipping his pants painfully slow. As soon as I started bringing them down, Monty quickly kicked them off. I started rubbing inside of his thighs, gently kissed his length through the boxers, I could feel shiver that went down his body.

“Fuck”, he mumbled.

I started kissing his abs, sucked on his collarbone. Suddenly he sat up, put his hand at the back of my neck and left sloppy kiss on my lips.

“I like your pregame, but we don’t really have time for this”, he turned us around and again I was laying on my back and Monty was above me. He kisses me down my neck, started massaging my breasts. “They are beautiful”, he said while leaving kisses on each of them. His kisses went down, he started kissing me through my panties.

“Oh my God”, I moaned.

“I know you like it, I can feel it”, he said while leaving kisses on the inside of my thighs.

“Come here”, I grabbed his neck and pulled him up so he could kiss my lips while I could reach his boxers and slide them down. I put my hand on him and pumped it up and down.

“Fuck, Y/N”, he moaned with his lips at my neck.

His hand reached the nightstand next to bed and took condom. He ripped the wrapping with his teeth and put it on.

“Now I’m going to fuck you”, he said while slowly sliding into me. “And I want to hear you moan.”

I wrapped my legs around his hips, Monty started thrusting into me, first slowly, getting faster and faster.

“God, you feel so good”, he groaned.

I was a groaning mess under him, my hands were scratching all over his back. One of Monty’s hands was squizzing my breast for the whole time, his lips were kissing my neck. Everything felt so good, I bit and sucked his shoulder.

“Monty”, I put my lips to his ear. “Go deeper”.

He quickly grabbed one of my legs and put it over his shoulder.

“Fuck, babe”, he moaned under his heavy breath and started pounding faster.

One of my hands squizzed the sheets, while the second one was tangled in his hair.

“Mont, I’m… fuck…”, I couldn’t even finish a sentence, instead I digged my nails in his back.

Monty put my second leg on his shoulder and that’s when I lost it.

“Babe…”, he moaned.

Unlike Jessica’s bathroom last time, room was full of our heavy breaths and loud moans. I was on the edge, threw my head back with Monty’s name on my lips, my whole body started shaking. I clenched my Kegel muscles, the same moment Monty grabbed bedhead and came undone. Heavy breathing gently took my legs and placed them down, then collapsed next to me.

“You’re amazing”, Monty said trying to calm down his breath.

“You are too”, I whispered. “What time is it?”, I asked as I looked at my watch. “We probably should go”.

We got up, got dressed again, I went to the bathroom to check myself in the mirror, fixed my hair and went downstairs where Monty was already waiting for me.

“Okay, I agree”, I said as I grabbed my car keys and walked by him.

“Do you agree for what I think you agree?”, he asked excited while locking door. “You’ll finally have some fun.”

“Just try to not fall in love with me”, I laughed as I was getting in the car.

Tokyo Ghoul: re [quest] #002  [union]

NOTICE: This translation does not base on original version of the novel (which is Japanese), but on the official Mandarin/Traditional Chinese version. Some contents or meaning may be misinterpreted due to multiple translations between different languages and my personal misunderstandings or inability. Also, since English isn’t my mother language, some grammar mistakes may be unavoidable. Please, do point out any parts you find strange or mistaken.

DISCLAIMER: This translation is for the purpose of my personal language practicing only. I do not own or originally created any contents in this novel. Tokyo Ghoul :re[quest] (東京喰種-トーキョーグール-:re[quest]) is written by Towada Shin (十和田シン), which based on Tokyo Ghoul(東京喰種トーキョーグール) series, the creation of Ishida Sui (石田スイ). Thus, all the rights of this work reserved to Ishida Sui, Towada Shin and the publisher, Shueisha Inc. (株式会社集英社). All the Mandarin/Traditional Chinese version’s rights reserved to its publisher Sharp Point Publishing (尖端出版) and the translator Lai Si-Yu (賴思宇). Please do not rehost without citation or reuse this translation, especially not in the any forms of profitable usages. If you’re interested, buy official copy when it’s available in your region.


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Hiding under other people’s wings forever, then you’ll end up achieve nothing, and lose everything

So she raised up her courage, stepped into the shade of the Tree where could never be shined by sunlight, for she hoped she herself would have enough strength to help others.

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robronfanatic  asked:

22 please xx

you want sensitive? i can be sensitive!

“What’s up your arse today?” Aaron inquired, slouching down on the couch next to Robert, cup of tea and half a packet of digestives in hand. If he covered their couch in crumbs again, Robert was not going to be held responsible for his actions (well, his passive aggressive hoovering.)

“Hi Aaron, great to see you too, did you have a nice day?” Robert muttered in response, already in a bad mood before Aaron had even opened his mouth, his husband not exactly helping matters.

Aaron rolled his eyes, sticking his feet up on the coffee table. “You know, if you’d talk to me, instead of make snarky comments, maybe I’d know what was wrong with you,” he responded easily, eyes on the telly.

Robert couldn’t exactly blame Aaron for having no time for his moods, but he couldn’t exactly stop himself from huffing slightly, shifting himself up the couch and away from Aaron.

“Robert, if you’re going to act like a child, I can just keep watching telly while you throw a tantrum,” Aaron glanced over at him, soggy digestive still in his mug, the biscuit threatening to fall to pieces in the hot liquid.

“Sometimes,” Robert began, already feeling like an absolute idiot the second he opened his mouth. “Sometimes it feels like you treat me more like a mate than your husband.”

Aaron snorted, mouth full of biscuit as he replied. “What I did to you in the shower this morning is definitely not something mates do to each other,” he replied, hitting mute button on the television, pausing whatever episode of the Big Bang Theory that was blaring in the background.

Robert couldn’t hide his smirk, thinking of how Aaron had pinned him against the wall of the shower that morning and just fucked him for all he was worth, leaving him dazed and out of it for long enough that they ended up being late for work.

“Whats brought this on, eh?” Aaron nudged, chewing thoughtfully on another digestive, Robert about half a second away from saying there was dinner in the oven and he was going to ruin his appetite before he bit his tongue, realising it was an age old argument he was never going to win.

(Anyway, Aaron ate all around him 24/7 and never ruined his appetite - the perks of being twenty five, Robert supposed.)

“Bernice, she said we’re not very… sensitive with each other,” Robert said, wincing as the remembered the strange conversation he’d had with his sister that afternoon, newly qualified marriage counsellor Bernice Blackstock deciding that Aaron, Robert and their second marriage was going to be her pet project.

Aaron laughed. Properly, full-on belly laughed, the sound infectious, despite the half serious conversation they were attempting to have. “You’re listening to Bernice when it comes to how we should be acting now we’re married?” he snickered, taking a swig of her tea. “She is the person that stole Katie’s wedding dress and tried to get Andy to run away with her, I wouldn’t exactly think she’s the best person to take relationship advice from.”

“I know, but…” Robert trailed off, picking at a loose thread in the cushion. “I don’t know, sometimes you can be a bit matey. You said goodbye to me today by giving me a pat on the back!”

Aaron set his cup of tea down, shoving the biscuits down the side of the couch so he could focus on Robert, laughter evident on his now pretend serious expression, his eyes bright, and blue, and the kind of happy Robert had once convinced himself he’d never be the cause of again.

“So you want me to be more sensitive?” Aaron asked, tone mocking.

Robert sunk back in the couch, rolling his eyes. “You’re such a dick, I was just trying to be honest with ya,” he mumbled, knowing he’s only really felt insecure about it all because he’d spent the afternoon home, alone, and dwelling on it.

“No, you want sensitive, I can be sensitive,” Aaron laughed, leaning in to nuzzle his nose against Robert’s neck, giving him a sickly sweet grin. “Hey baby, how was your day?”

Robert grimaced at the petname. “Don’t call me baby, you know I think it’s weird,” he mumbled in response.

“Baby, I’m just trying to be more sensitive,” Aaron gave him a shocked look, throwing a leg over Robert’s lap, pressing his whole body close to Robert. “I want us to sit her for the next hour while you tell me about every second of your day, and then I’ll very sensitively list off all the things I love about you, and then-“

“You’re such a pain in the arse,” Robert laughed, pinching Aaron’s sides, trying to duck away from the messy, slobbering kisses Aaron was pressing to every inch of his face, lips brushing against his cheeks, and chin, and earlobes.

“Don’t make fun of my sensitivity,” Aaron faked a pout. “I’m just trying to show you how much I love you, my…. teddy bear.”

“I think I’m actually going to be sick.”

“Sunshine? Sweetness? Oh, I have a good one - honeybuns,” Aaron grinned, looking absolutely delighted with himself as he came up with the worst pet names in the book, determined to take the absolute piss.

Robert couldn’t help himself as he laughed, shaking his head. “If you ever call me honeybuns again, I’m going to divorce you,” he said, wrapping his arms around Aaron’s waist, wandering fingers bunching up the end of his jumper, tracing patterns on his skin.

Aaron looked suddenly serious, their faces inches from each other as Aaron sat, comfortable in Robert’s lap. “You know how I feel about you,” he said quietly, fingers running through Robert’s hair, musing up the usually neat blond strands. “We don’t need to prove it to anyone else.”

“I know,” Robert said, knowing in his heart of hearts it was completely true, they had nothing to prove, not to each other, not to anyone else. “I just got in my own head a bit, I guess.”

“Well, if it happens again, talk to me,” Aaron grinned wickedly. “Schnookums.”

Robert rolled his eyes, holding tightly to Robert’s waist before he flipped them over, trapping Aaron against the couch with his weight, his husband laughing delightedly, clearly enjoying taking the piss. “Forget I said anything - baby.”

“See, it’s just weird when you do it,” Aaron wrinkled his nose, legs wrapped tightly around Robert’s waist, not letting him move an inch - not that he wanted to move an inch, lying on Aaron surprisingly comfortable.

Robert hummed his agreement. “Grown men shouldn’t ever say baby,” he mumbled, burying his face in the crook of Aaron’s neck. “I missed you this afternoon.”

“Me too,” Aaron admitted quietly, hands still running through Robert’s hair, his touch familiar, grounding. “I reckon we’ve got about a half an hour before Liv’s home to just lie here. Sensitive enough for ya?”

Robert smiled into Aaron’s neck, nodding as much as he could when he was effectively trapped underneath Aaron’s hands. “Good enough for now, anyway.”

Creep (Mitch Marner)

Anonymous said:

Can you please do 87 from the otp drabble challenge list with auston matthews or mitch marner? I love your writing!

#87: “That’s my ex-boyfriend/girlfriend.” - “Well, kiss me so they see.”

Word count: 1002

Originally posted by mttymrts


You and Mitch had been friends for a while, but you had only become good friends a few months ago. Now, it almost seemed like, wherever one was, the other was close behind. You were always going on impromptu adventures with him, he was always sending you funny videos from practice; if you weren’t together, you were sure to be talking with him on the phone. You and Mitch had such a good thing going, in fact, that you often had to ignore the raging crush you had on him.

You weren’t sure when you had developed feelings for your best friend, but you were sure that, once you had discovered that you liked him, you fell hard. Sure, it was difficult not blushing every time he grabbed your hand, or whenever he paid for something, much to your chagrin, but you managed. For one, you didn’t even think that he liked you back and, for another, you couldn’t ruin your friendship.

You had heard all the horror stories of best friends who dated, found out they were better as friends, broke up and then discovered that things just weren’t the way they were before they had started dating. You couldn’t bear the thought of Mitch not being in your life in some capacity, so you just decided to not deal with all of the very non-platonic feelings bubbling at the surface.

Today, Mitch had dragged you out to go walk around downtown Toronto with him and Auston, his other best friend. You really weren’t in the mood to go out, but Mitch had insisted, saying that he wanted to hang out before the team left for a couple of games. He also said that you need to get out of the house, since you were ‘recovering’ from the flu. You knew he was right, but that still didn’t mean that you were going to admit it.

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One Year - Steve Rogers x Reader

Anonymous requested this (I lost the original message) : 

1. Post Break Up Kiss - The kiss that catches both of you off guard, but says I miss you, I’m sorry and please love me again all at once without any words being spoken.

Thought maybe I should write something else than only the Batfamily haha..So here some love for Cap’ ! Hope you’ll like it :

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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It had been a year already.

A year since you last saw him.

A year since everything was over between you two.

A year since you sided with your brother, Tony Stark, in what people now called the “Avengers’ Civil War” instead of with him, and lost him forever…

Him. Steve Rogers. Captain America. Your boyfriend…Ex-boyfriend.

Recently things seemed to have settled down between your brother and him, they were tolerating each other again, talking on the phone regularly, and even going to the extent of working together on some missions.

The government finally came to its senses and pardoned the entire “Captain America team”, though they made Bucky go through a lot of…psychological check. Just to be safe. You convinced your brother to forgive the man. If you could do it, he could too…After all, Tony wasn’t the only one who lost his parents this day. Who lost his dear mother…

Yes, things were going for the better between the Iron Man and Cap’…But not between you and him.

You avoided every missions with him, and vice versa. You made sure to never cross his path whenever he hanged around the Avengers’ Tower. You even went quite a bit out of your way (and by that I mean literally taking one of your brother’s suit to escape through the sky) whenever there was even a slight chance he could be around.

You couldn’t see him. Face him. Because you betrayed his trust, you fought against him, and you just couldn’t…You couldn’t bear to meet his eyes, probably full of hatred, or at least disdain, distrust and animosity, towards you.

Because you were still in love with him. But what could you have done ? Fight against your brother instead ? Against the only family you had left ? Besides, he lied too. He knew Bucky was responsible (but not really because he was brainwashed into doing it) for your parent’s death, and withdrew this information from both you and Tony. You two had every right to be mad…and yet, you couldn’t help but feel guilty.

Because ultimately, you agreed with him more than with your brother. You were against signing that contract that bound you to the government’s will. But…It was your brother. Your only family. And even though you were head over heels for Steve, you just couldn’t fight against your own brother.

And so for him, for Tony, you ended the only serious relationship you ever had, you left the only man you ever loved.

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Sitting on the floor in front of one of the gigantic window in the Avengers’ tower common room, you sighed as you thought once again (for the billion times in a year) about all this ordeal.

It has been a year, a year exactly today, since you told Steve you would stand by your brother, since you had to fight him and his friends. Your friends too…Could you say ex-friends ? You still talked to Natasha and Clint. To Wanda too. And Sam. Hell, the you even spoke to Bucky a few times in those last few weeks…The only one you never talked to was also the only one you really wanted to talk to.

You were looking at NYC skyline when you heard footsteps behind you…and completely ignored it. You were so not in the mood to talk right now.

-You still don’t use chairs or couches I see.

That voice. Did you just dream it ? It was a voice you longed for so much…You don’t turn around, and your heart beat faster at the sound of his steps getting closer and closer.

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Underwear - Phanfic (Smut)

Phil stared at the tweet, his mouth slightly agape.

As someone who doesn’t go outside or open the curtains ‘spring’ is just the time when it gets warm enough to walk around in my underwear.

After being in a relationship with Dan for eight years, Phil had never seen such a bold statement on his twitter, and about underwear of all things. Would he really be walking about their flat in nothing but his boxers? That didn’t seem very in character of him. Dan was the type of guy who sometimes kept his shirt on during sex. Phil didn’t mind that, of course. It was his own body. The only issue was that sometimes, things get caught in the fabric. “Babe?” Phil heard his lover’s voice from the lounge. “Yeah?” “Have you seen my MacBook charger?” Dan appeared in the doorway to Phil’s bedroom.

Oh. My. God.

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anonymous asked:

22. Muffled, from the other side of the door - Stony please and not too angsty hehe. THANKS!

Okay, this is super late nonnie, but thank you so much for the prompt <3 This is my first time writing for Steve/Tony, hope you like it and it’s not too angsty for you!

This is also for @captainstarkreportingforduty​ as a late birthday present, thank you for being awesome and for being the most amazing friend :DD

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“You’re gonna have to talk to him sooner or later, you know?”

Steve acknowledged Natasha’s entrance with a nod before looking down at his sketchbook. He always liked to draw whenever he was upset and today was no exception, except this time the subject of this particular sketch was also the reason for his bad mood, and that didn’t help at all.

“He’s just gonna take what I say the wrong way and we’ll end up fighting again.” Nat approached the couch, nudging Steve aside to make space for herself.

“Well, considering you accused him of a reckless adrenaline junkie, I’m not sure how else you wanted him to take that. Rhodey says he’s been in the workshop for two days.”

Steve sighed and buried his face in his hands, fighting back the urge to march down to Tony’s workshop and check on him. Two days wasn’t even close to the longest amount of time he’d spent absorbed in a project, but he usually had Steve or Rhodey to remind him that food was something he needed every few hours or so to function properly, and he always asked JARVIS to lock them out whenever he was in a mood.

“I know! I just- you know I didn’t mean it like that, Nat.” she smiled, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Of course you didn’t Steve, but Tony can’t see that. When you yell at him for being stupid and reckless enough to take a shot for you, it’s because of you love him, and you can’t stand to see him hurt, especially for you.”

Steve blushed, opening his mouth to issue an immediate denial, when Nat laughed, shooting a knowing look in his direction. “Don’t even bother Rogers, every single person on this team knows you think the sun sets and rises on Tony’s shoulders. In fact, I’m pretty sure you spend most of your time doodling “Steve loves Tony” in your sketchbook when you’re not drawing him in the workshop for the millionth time.” She paused. “Well, I’m not sure Tony knows. Although how that’s possible I have absolutely no clue, considering you moon after him even more than he does for you, and the boy’s got it bad.”

“He doesn’t-I-” Steve shook his head, placing his sketchbook down on the table. “I fucked up Nat. He’s cares so much about everyone on this team and he tries so hard to help people because he still can’t see how much of a godamn hero he is, and then I go off and accuse him of risking people’s lives for his own enjoyment. I just - I can’t stand it whenever he throws himself in harm’s way for me, not when the serum can take it.” He swallowed. “Not when he’s the person I love the most in the entire world.”

“Wow. You finally said it. Steve Rogers everyone, finally back from his swim in the Nile.” He laughed, leaning backwards against the couch. “I knew, I just didn’t want to say it, because that would make it real. And if it’s real that means I have to tell him. I need him, Nat. I love him, but more than that I need him. I couldn’t live with wrecking our friendship over this.”

Natasha met his eyes with a considering look. “And how is this any better? Blowing up at him because you’re too afraid to tell him how you feel, pushing him away when you feel too much at the thought that he might get hurt? We’re Avengers, Steve, we stare death in the face on a pretty regular basis, and if you really love Tony, that’s something you’re going to have to accept. He wouldn’t be the man you love if he didn’t risk his life every day to save others, to save you. Don’t make your love a weakness, make a strength. Tell him.”

Steve let out a breath. “Well what the hell am I supposed to say, Nat?” “Tony, I’m so sorry I yelled at you for being reckless, the truth is the thought of you getting hurt in my place tears me up inside because I’m stupidly head over heels in love with you and have been for months?” He heard a loud clatter and looked up, only to find Tony staring at him, mouth open in astonishment, his porcelain coffee mug shattered in pieces across the floor.

“Steve-” Tony started to speak, but Steve was up in an instant, fleeing from the room in a dead run, his breath coming in short panicked breaths as his world compressed down to an overwhelming feeling of sick dread. Tony knew. It was all out in the open now – no more pretending that the sight of Tony half-asleep and incoherent in the mornings didn’t send his heart aflutter, no more biting down a flood of jealousy at the sight of Tony charming investors at a charity gala… Tony knew and it was all over now.

He turned the corner, finally reaching his room before slamming the door shut behind him. He sank to the floor, face in his hands. He always knew Tony never feel the same way about him, but the look of utter shock on his face when he heard Steve’s words was almost too much to bear, as if Tony had never even considered Steve as a romantic possibility.

Suddenly behind him he heard a frantic knock on the door. “Steve? Steve- it’s me.” It was Tony, his voice desperate. At the sound of his voice, Steve looked up. Oh god, just when he thought things couldn’t get worse, now here was Tony was chasing after him, either to offer him comfort before having the “I just want to be friends talk”, or worse, to break off their friendship entirely. Steve cleared his throat, hoping against hope that his voice would remain steady. “Tony, I’m fine, I just – I just need to be alone for while. It’s fine.” It was absolutely, extremely not fine, but it’s not like Steve could open his eyes and suddenly wake up in an alternate universe where instead of being horrified at Steve’s confession, Tony returned his feelings so he didn’t really have any other options.

“No wait Steve you don’t understand! I-“ Steve sighed loudly. Why couldn’t Tony just make things easier for him? Confessing his feelings and being accidentally overhead was bad enough, now he had to put on a brave face about it. He stood up, his hand on the doorknob, when he heard Tony’s voice from the other side of the door “Steve, I’m- I’m in love with you too. I’m sorry I reacted badly, I just didn’t expect it, and I was thought you were still-“

His words were cut off by a loud bang as Steve threw the door open, and there was Tony standing in front of him, tired and like he did after he had spent days on a project in the workshop, but his eyes were bright, there was a small nervous smile on his face. He was the most beautiful thing Steve had ever seen.

“You love me?” his voice came out wobbly and disbelieving, but he couldn’t bring himself to care when Tony grinned and nodded, moving closer into his space. “Yeah, I do.” He looked down before hesitantly tangling their fingers together, sending a curl of warmth through Steve’s stomach. And what you said about the thought of me being hurt because of you tearing you up inside? That’s how I feel whenever you get hurt, so I’m not gonna apologize for taking a hit for you when I can.”

Steve smiled, putting his arms around Tony and pulling him impossibly close. “And why is that?”

Tony laughed, beaming up at him. “Because I love you, jerk.”

Every Other Weekend pt. 12

Prompt: After five years of marriage and two kids, you and Bucky decide you can’t make it work anymore.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2609

Warnings: divorce, angst, cheating, language

A/N: well here we are again. this has been swimming around in my brain so i hope it’s okay i released another part so soon after the other one. some of you are going to be so maaaad. and some of you will be quite pleased with this part. as always, enjoy!

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Part 11

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Originally posted by bucksstan

“Bucky’s on his way. He got caught in some traffic.” Steve gave you a small smile as he entered the hospital room with a bottle of water for you.

“Today of all days.” You laughed, wincing a bit as another contraction hit you.

“You okay?” He stood, seemingly helpless on the right side of your bed. You nodded, keeping your breathing even and trying not to focus on the pain.

Once the contraction had passed, you gave a sigh. “Will you text my mom? Just to check on Gavin.” You took the water bottle from Steve, now that you weren’t in danger of squeezing it half to death.

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Flatterer

Originally posted by 13reasons-13truths

Pairing: Justin Foley x Reader

Request: “44 – Justin Foley”

Prompt:

44. “I’m just stating the truth.”

Word count: 1.230

Posted: 23rd of May 2017

A/N: I wrote another Justin imagine! I seriously wrote this during my Maths class and I hope that you like it. I know that I said that I might’ve posted two imagines tonight, but I remembered that I had a test and a homework for tomorrow, so I will be posting the Zach imagine some other time. I am sorry, guys, but I am really trying my best to post something.
Anyways, being serious now, I heard the horrible things that happened today and I am really praying for the world. What the hell is happening in this place that we’re living in? Like for real? Keep safe, guys. Please take care, okay?

P.S.: I know that it’s been a millionth time that I am saying this, but I still don’t accept part 2 requests for my prompt imagines. I am sorry to disappoint you, but I want to finish my requests first. Sorry.

- G. x

Link: Prompt list

Warning: (Y/L/N) is Your Last Name and use of some bad words


“Hey beautiful!” You heard a very familiar and vexing voice as you were getting some of your notebooks from your locker. You were throwing them carelessly in your backpack, since you were already late for your History class.

“Foley!” You were in a hurry, even though your best friend, Kat, was covering you up from Coach Patrick. “Are you skipping your classes again?” You harshly stuffed the last books in your bag and you slammed your locker door loudly, causing an echo to be heard along the empty and quiet hallway.

“Well,” He flashed you his cheekiest grin and you rolled your eyes before starting to walk towards your classroom. “why should I arrive in time when I can go to class with a pretty lady?”

You found his behaviour miffing and disturbing. Maybe because you weren’t that close, but he was acting as if you were, or maybe because he was a jock and you hated jocks. There weren’t any real reasons why, jocks were just automatically assholes and bastards.

“Shut your damn fake compliments off,” You snapped at him, completely not minding his real intentions. “we’re not even close.”

“Period week?” He teased you as he noticed your cynical and indescribable mood.

“No, Foley!” You nudged him sharply, making him whine for the pain a little bit. “It’s like nine in the morning and you would sweet talk to me as if it was not a big deal.”

“Damn it!” He exclaimed, still bearing with the pain that you caused him. “Your ex-boyfriend, Montgomery, was right. You are hard to get,” He blurted out, revealing his real intentions. He was trying to have a date night with you. “but, don’t worry, I am adventurous and I can bear with it.”

“Foley, what’s your damn point here?” You suddenly stopped on walking, taking your conversation with the guy seriously. You glanced at the wall clock that was hung near the department’s office to check the time. You were beyond late, but you just shook everything off.

“First of all, I want to let you know that you are beautiful.” He complimented you, while he caressed your soft and smooth cheek. He smiled widely at you and you couldn’t deny that Justin was a good-looking guy too. “And, second, I wou-”

He was cute, but it didn’t mean that you would let yourself in his sycophant attitude. “You would like to get in my pants.” You stated, obnoxiously underestimating the kindness that he was showing to you. You didn’t know him and you were surely judging him.

“Huh? What the hell are you talking about?” His smile dropped and his eyes widened. He showed, via his emotions, that you obviously mistook his intentions. “I just wanted a simple movie date tonight.”

“Jocks are all the same, my dear Justin. They play with your feelings as if love is a sort of a game, just like basketball or baseball,” You proudly stated your opinion as you thought of your ex-boyfriend. “it doesn’t matter.”

Montgomery surely traumatized you with your previous relationship. He was your everything, the knight in shining armour, the perfect one, until someone told you that you were just a bet and he just wanted to have sex with you. He never confirmed it, but he never denied it either. He was an asshole for making you cry and, since then, your thoughts about jocks has changed, obviously not for the better, but for the latter: the worse.

“Not me, (Y/N)!” Justin slightly shouted and you gave him another nudge, a little bit gentler this time. “I am different.” You rolled your eyes as you looked into his greenish blue orbs. You tried to search for the lies that sailed across his gloomy eyes by observing them.

“Foley, just fuck off!” You pushed him away and you started to walk towards your classroom once again. You hurt him, his feelings, and you somehow felt guilty, because he wasn’t doing anything wrong to you, but you had to shield and protect your heart this time.

“C’mon, please give me a chance.” He desperately pleaded as he tried to catch your feet’s rhythm. He carefully grabbed your forearm to stop you from walking and he gently let you face him. “I am not an asshole jock, the stereotypical jock. I will show you the real Justin Foley and there won’t be any asshole friends between us.” He explained seriously as if it was his last chance to convince you. You looked at him with pity in your eyes and you could tell that he was afraid to be rejected.

“You were already being a kiss-ass, Mr. Foley.” You annoyingly said to him, still not letting your heart in. You observed Justin’s desperate facial expression and you questioned yourself if he was really saying the truth or he was just a great actor: you would’ve surely chose the second choice.

“I wasn’t, Ms. (Y/L/N). You are really beautiful, an angel sent from above and that explains your angelic smile and voice.” The hallway was flooded by his praises and you drowned in his compliments. This time, you couldn’t help but hide a little smile. You were absolutely flattered that someone considered you in that way.

“Fine, fine!” You sighed as you finally let yourself in. You wanted to test him and he had to prove that he was really worth your time and love. After all, you just had to swallow the pride that Montgomery taught you to have when you left him. “I am going on a movie night with you and I am giving you a chance.”

“Jesus Christ, really?” His dilated eyes widened in excitement and he couldn’t believe that you finally confirmed the date that he was asking for. You decided to give him a chance and you secretly wished that he wouldn’t waste it.

“Oh, shut up!” You softly giggled as you shook your head in disbelief. He didn’t win the lottery, did he? You didn’t think so, but his joy and happiness was overflowing. Did he really care that much for you?

“Sorry, I’m just excited.” He excused himself and he kept his wide smile, still showing his spilling over excitement. “So, it’s a yes?”

“Yes, Justin!” You smiled at him and you had to admit that he was adorable and cute. “Just stop being an apple-polisher and don’t mess everything up.”

“I wasn’t being an apple-polisher,” He playfully pouted, pretending to be offended. You somehow built a certain atmosphere between the two of you and you honestly loved it. “I’m just stating the truth.

“Of course, you are,” You said sarcastically while rolling your eyes and you dishevelled his hair by running your hands through it. “flatterer!” You both let out some soft chuckles as you both noticed the calm relationship that you were creating.

You still hated the jocks and Justin was still a flatterer, but it was surely nice and pleasant to hear some compliments from other people. You also enjoyed his company during the movie night at Crestmont’s movie theatre, but you enjoyed his company even more by doing the extra homework that Coach Patrick assigned to you as you both arrived late in one of his most important lessons.

Sorry to Coach Patrick, but you and Justin weren’t really sorry for arriving late and for missing half of his boring explanations.


Overwhelmed

Characters: Bones x Reader

Request: none, but it was inspired by @bkwrm523‘s post about back pain and migraines… and i’m stressed so that too

A/N: I feel like I haven’t written bones in forever and I was missing my grumpy doctor <3. No grump here, tho, just gratuitous fluff and some smut 

Warnings: light smut, fluff, lil bit o angst?, jerk spock in the beginning

Words: 2960

tags: @outside-the-government @yourtropegirl

The sound of glass shattering makes you jump and turn around in alarm.  A few feet behind you one of your rookie techs is standing near a lab bench behind you, staring in shock at the broken glass at her feet.  In an instant you know what it is; the mini habitat you’d constructed in the lab to mimic the conditions of the last planet the Enterprise had visited.  Your team, led by you and overseen by Commander Spock himself, had been tasked with studying the various flora and fauna the team had retrieved from the surface of the planet.  This particular terrarium had contained the beginnings of a fruit bearing bush, one that the commander had been particularly interested in for its healing properties.  The only sample had been in that tank.  Which was in pieces, on the hard floor of your lab.  

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I Miss You : Tom Holland

prompt : you met tom when you went to brit school of performing arts together . years later , you’ve made it as a successful singer and tom as an actor . distance seperates you two , and tom can’t bear it on his first birthday without you .

words : 1155

pairing : tom holland x reader

request :  could you do one where you went to school with tom and you were together then, but you’re a singer and as both of your careers grew you had to break up because there was no time spent together, and yesterday was tom’s first birthday without you and he was a bit down so harrison calls you and asks you to talk to him and then you can decide whether it ends happily or sad? thanks! - anon

warning : yelly reader , sad tom

a/n : i thought i wrote more for this then what it seemed haha this was really fun to write !!

“Oh look, it’s the cutest couple in all of BRIT Performing Arts.” Harrison jokes, approaching the couple.

“I know.” You tease.

“Anyways, are we on for movie night tonight? Tuwaine said he’ll join us. I think we’re going to see Avengers in the cinema.” Harrison informs us.

“Yeah, I’ll be there. y/n, what about you?” Tom asks, turning to you.

“I have a family event tonight.” You frown. You spot your friend waving you over out of the corner of your eye. “I’ll see you tomorrow, bye Tommy.” You say, looping your arm out of his and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Bye Haz, have fun tonight! Oh, and tell Tuwaine I wish him good luck on his audition.” You smile, before turning to meet y/f/n.

“y/n is amazing.” Tom says after you leave, Harrison imagining him as the heart-eyes emoji.

“She’s cool. Good for you Tom, you better keep her.” Harrison teases.


“I haven’t seen you or hell, even talked to you in weeks Tom! I don’t understand. I’ve been in London for months now, even Nikki doesn’t know where I could find you. I miss you.” You sigh, ending the recording.

You’ve finished your first tour supporting one of your favorite singers ever around the world, and for the past several months you have been back in London, working on writing music. Most, hell, all of your inspiration for your songs have come from Tom. But you haven’t seen him since you were on tour, when you were performing in Atlanta and Tom went to the show.

“Did I see your boyfriend in the audience?” Sabrina asks, walking off stage.

“Did you?” You exclaim, leaping off of the couch.

“I guess he wanted to surprise you?” Sabrina shrugs, grabbing a bottle of water.

“y/n, someone’s here for you.” A security guard informs you. “Says his name is Tom?”

“He is here! I’ll catch up with you later Sabrina!” You squeal, running out of the backstage.

“Tom!” You scream, leaping into his arms. He picks you up, hugging you with all his might.

“y/n, I missed you so much.” Tom smiles, dropping you back on the ground.

“C’mon, let’s go catch up.” You smile back at him, pulling him backstage into the green room.

You’ve been stuck on song writing since then, and your label has started threatening you to write new music or you will get dropped, since you’re a singer-songwriter. Sabrina tried to help, and we wrote one or two songs together, but that’s not enough.

Your phone rings from beside you, and you jump up to answer it.

“Nikki! Hi!” You answer cheerfully, trying to snap out of the somber mood you were just in.

“y/n, hi.” Instead of Nikki’s voice filling the speaker, you hear Tom’s, laced with sadness.

“O-oh. Hi, Tom.” Your cheerful attitude drops, your eyes falling down to the floor.

“I wanted to talk to you. And I-” He starts, but you interrupt him.

“You wanted to talk so much that you ignore all of my calls? And don’t bother to tell me this in person? Lovely.” You snap, falling down on your bed.

“Listen y/n. You know I’m super busy with Marvel stuff and I was filming then on the press tour then filming again and now we’re filming the next movie after that… I’m slammed. I’m sorry.” Tom tries to explain.

“Tom, you know I love you. But this, this isn’t working now. I can’t afford to be worrying about you all the time because now my job is on the line. And I might get dropped from the label and you would’ve known that if you answered my calls from time to time. Heck, at least Harrison bothers to answers my calls. With the amount of time I’ve talked to him, it seems like he’s my boyfriend instead of you. I can’t do this anymore Tom.” You break into a sob. “I can’t go on like this. We gotta-” you take a deep breath, “I’m breaking up with you Tom. I’m done.” You say, hanging up the phone, leaving Tom, on the other end, standing outside your house, speechless and broken.


“Tom, it’s your 22nd birthday. Surely there’s something to celebrate.” Harrison says, getting bored of all his time sitting inside watching his best friend wallow in self-pity. “Robert says the cast wants to go out to this new club for your birthday. Would you like that?” Harrison says, annoyed to the point where he’s babying Tom.

“No. It’s my first birthday in 10 years that I’m not spending it with y/n. I miss her so much. I wish I didn’t mess up.” Tom says, holding his head in his hands.

Harrison silently exits the room, grabbing his phone and calling y/n. “Hey, y/n, where are you today?” Harrison asks.


“Let’s go to this bar. An amazing singer is performing there tonight, one of my favorites. Please go, for me? And for you. Spend your 22nd happy. At least towards the end.” Harrison begs.

Tom looks up, seeing the whole Avengers cast standing behind Harrison.

“I guess I really have to go now, huh.” Tom replies.

“Yup.” Robert nods, watching Harrison pull Tom up off the couch. “Let’s go.”

And an hour later, the whole cast (and Harrison) are at the bar waiting for Harrison’s ‘favorite singer’ to come on.

“Hi guys, I’m y/n y/l/n, and this is a special performance tonight. Um, here’s a cover of Blink-182′s ‘I Miss You’.

Everyone stared at Tom, watching his head slowly rise, looking at the stage. he stays silent, eyes fixed on you for the whole song.

“I miss you, I miss you.” you play the final chord in the song, eyes meeting Tom’s.

“Um, that goes out to an ex. We drew apart because of our jobs, and I really really miss him,” you laugh sadly. “He’s here tonight, pretty ironically. And it’s his birthday tonight so help me sing Happy Birthday to him.”

Getting the bar to sing with you was not easy, but it was worth it. Through the song, Tom slowly made his way up to the stage, standing inches away by the end.

“I miss you too, y/n.” Tom says.

You smile sadly, placing your guitar down and jumping down from the stage, Tom hugging you as soon as you get down.

“I’d do anything to get you back again.” Tom whispers in your ear.

“And I’d let you.” You whisper back, silent tears streaming down your face.

Originally posted by tom-holla

Way to Go, Kid (unedited)

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Summary: Reader finds a news report on herself about joining her school’s track and field team. Father!Tony × Daughter!Reader, Mama Bear!Nat, Word Count: Lots, too long for me to even care. Warnings: Fluff, slight mental break down, terrible writing A/N: Please forgive me for not posting for 2 weeks. Requests are open. I might do a Bucky one later today, who knows. Gifs ain’t mine, y'all.

Originally posted by sophfie


Originally posted by xborntobemybabyx

Pressing the on button of the treadmill, you went to work. And by work, I meant you were running, like actually running running. It was 5.15 am in the city that never slept, meaning the traffic 18 stories below you was in full swing.

As your feet hit the treads, you immediately got bored. Music would never help, so you opted to turning on the TV. The first channel that played was the news. You were used to people talking around you when you ran that it just flew over your head.

That was until you heard the new report. “Y/N Stark, daughter of the billionaire, surprised us all last summer when she started at Midtown High School.” Your public school photo was shown next to a photo of you and Peter Parker.

Tripping on your own feet, you fell off the treadmill. “FRIDAY, record this and send it to dad when he wakes up.” You say to the AI system.

“Yes, Miss.” The feminine robot replied. “Your father is awake. Shall I alert him that you are awake?”

“Yeah, why not.” You mumble, getting back on the treadmill.

As you keep watching the report on you, you see a familiar photo. It was Peter Parker and you smiling to the camera. You were in your track uniform and his arm was slung around your shoulder. “- the young girl has been seen during track practice flirting with other athletes. It is unknown what events she is in, but according to footage from the school’s Twitter page suggests she is a sprinter and a long jumper.”

A video of you sprinting around the track showed, and in every frame there was a certain spider boy yelling for you to keep pace. Peter wasn’t on the team, he wasn’t a manager, he was just there because your control freak of a father is paying him. He’s there because Tony freaking Stark wants someone he trusts there if you get hurt.

The sound of the door opening behind you pulled you from your running. And as the world would have it, you tripped and flew off the end of the treadmill. “Geez, Y/N, you’re supposed to be a runner.” Your father joked.

“Hahaha, very funny.” You glare towards him and get up. Turning your attention to the TV, you see more of yourself in running shorts and tank tops. “What are we going to do about this?” You sigh.

“Sweetheart, you’re a Stark. Whatever you do, it’s going to be broadcast across the world.” Your father’s hand was placed on your shoulder. “The press got all worked up when you started at Midtown in August. They’re not going to let you feel normal. Just do your best and stay out of trouble.” Kissing your head, Tony started to leave the room.

“But why me? I have ‘Stark’ in my name and now I’m a celebrity.” Feeling of despair made themselves prominent in your mind. “Why can’t I be normal like Pete?” You cry.

“You’ve never been normal, Y/N M/N, deal with it.” And with that, your only parent left the room.

Your attempted work out was cut short by this sudden development. You went to your room to get ready for the school day.

When you emerged from your room, the team was having their team meeting over breakfast. Steve noticed your presence first. “Hey kiddo!” His cheery tone pushed you farther into your melancholy state.

“Good morning Steve.” You muttered.

Everyone noticed your mood and looked at your paternal unit. “What? It’s not my fault!” Tony threw his hands up in defense.

Nat got up, once again glaring at your dad. “I’ll deal with this.”

She followed you into the kitchen. “Hey, hun.”

“Hello.” You grumbled as you made yourself a bowl of cereal.

“What’s wrong?” Was all she had to say before you broke.

Tear flowed fast down your cheeks. “I just want to be normal. I don’t want to be a Stark. I want to be myself and not my father’s shadow.” Falling to the floor, you curled into a ball.

Nat sat next to you and held your shaking form in her arms. “What made you come to these thoughts?”

“The news report on me.” You whispered.

The team was gathered at the door frame as you looked up. Sad faces met your own, all speaking words of wisdom. “You what? You may be a Stark, but you’re never stuck in your father’s shadow. No one in this tower has lived a normal life.”

Thoughts of how dumb this tantrum was wandered through your head. “I’m sorry. I should have my feelings in check.” The apology falls out of your mouth.

“It’s normal, Y/N.” Nat kissed your cheek. “Now, you need to get to school.”

You ate on the floor, leaving your bowl and spoon relatively close to the sink. Steve and Bucky offered to drop you off because you had definitely missed the subway.

The ride there was filled with unique questions. When your school building was in sight, your need to get out of the black SUV rose. “When should we pick you up from track, doll?” Buck inquired as you jumped out on to school property.

“4.30, probably… What time is it?”

“8.15, why?” Confusion hit both of the super soldiers.

“I’m late and as a freshman, I need one of you to check me in.” The day was just getting better by the minute.

Steve parked the car where it was and they both escorted you in to your first period. You were embarrassed as whispers erupted around the lecture hall. “Miss Stark, you’re late.”

“I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.” You squeak as you find your seat next to Peter. You were never living this down.

I need you, Juggie

Word Count: 1443

Warnings: depression, cursing, alcohol (if that’s a warning haha)

A/N: this one shot was requested and I absolutely loved the idea! I hope you enjoy!

Request: Jughead is battling depression but won’t let his best friend know about it.

    Y/N had been Jugheads best friend for as long as he could remember, but he couldn’t put a finger on when he fell in love with her. Y/N had always been there for him, and at this point, it seemed like she was the only thing keeping him going. Ever since FP, Jugheads dad lost his job and his mom and sister left, Jughead had been depressed. It tore him apart not seeing his sister and mother everyday, and things only got worse when his dad took up drinking all day every day. It didn’t help that Jughead was constantly going through bullying, especially from the football team. Y/N was of course there to pick up the pieces anytime they happened to fall, and to Jughead, she was the glue that held those pieces in place. But lately, the pieces had been falling more and more at a time, but he refused to tell Y/N. She already worried about him enough, he didn’t want to be a burden. No matter how hard he tried to help it though, Y/N knew him too well, and was starting to notice.

    “Juggie!” Y/N yelled, running through the hall to catch up to him. He gave her a small smile, and she beamed back. Oh man, how Jughead loved that smile. He swore it was the light of his life. “Pops after school?” she asked, lightly bumping into him.

    “Isn’t that the plan every day?” he teased and she rolled her eyes.

    “Yeah but as of lately you’ve been kind of distant towards me and I just wanted to make sure.” she said, a hint of worry and a tinge of hurt in her voice. Jughead remained quiet, even though he wanted nothing more but to spill everything to her, to tell her everything that was breaking him slowly. “I haven’t done anything, have I?” she asked.

    “No, absolutely not!” Jughead exclaimed, turning towards her. “Y/N I-” Jughead bit his tongue, not quite ready to admit his feelings for Y/N in fear of losing her. “I’ve just been really tired, that’s all.” He lied. He watched as her face fell, and he knew she could tell he was lying.

    “Okay, well I guess I’ll meet you by your locker after school so we can walk to Pops together.” she said, trying to smile up at him. Jughead could see it was a forced smile, and he hated himself in that moment, because he knew she was upset and it was all his fault.

    “Sure thing.” he said, but it came out harsh. Y/N turned and walked down the hall, and Jughead just stood and watched.

                               • • •

     "Hey Juggie!“ Y/N beamed, walking up to Jugheads locker.

    "Hey,” he mumbled, throwing things into his backpack, and slamming his locker door shut.

    “You ready to go?” she asked tenderly, noticing he was in a mood. Jughead turned to walk towards the door.

    “I can’t go today, I’m sorry.” he called over his shoulder. Y/N felt anger bubble up from her stomach, and in that moment she had no control over what she said or did.

    “Of course you can’t!” she yelled, and people in the hall stared at her. Jughead turned around, and saw tears streaming down her face and her fists in balls. He had never seen her so angry before, so hurt. “First, you lie to me constantly, and now you’re just distancing yourself from me! Jughead, I am trying so damn hard to be there for you, but you make it so impossibly hard that it’s exhausting! What do you want me to do?” she practically begged. Jughead felt tears stinging his eyes, but he refused to show any emotion in front of the tens of kids staring at him.

    “I don’t care what you do Y/N, worry about yourself.” he spat harshly, turning and walking out of the doors. He could faintly hear her start to cry, and Archie calling his name, but soon all he heard was his heart beating in his ears. He could have sworn in that moment, he heard it break, and he hated himself even more for leaving her back there. No matter how badly he wanted to turn around, run into the school and hold her in his arms, kiss her and tell her he loved her, apologize and never leave her side again, his body wouldn’t let him. He forced himself to keep walking, leaving a trail of fallen pieces behind him, because he no longer had the glue to keep him together.

                              • • •

    It had been days since Jughead had last talked to Y/N, and it was slowly killing him. Jughead had snuck into his dads house every night the last couple of nights, and stolen some alcohol. He watched as his dad attempted to numb down the pain with alcohol, he decided he was going to try it too. Living with the pain that he hurt Y/N so badly, and that he lost the one person he truly loved was too much to bear, so he drowned himself in alcohol in the Twilight Drive In after hours.

    There he sat, a bottle of whiskey in hand and tears streaming down his face, he looked at the pictures on the wall. One of him and his sister from when they were little, and one of him and Y/N. He looked at the two girls, and smiled, but drank when he remembered they we’re both gone.

KNOCK KNOCK

    “Jughead?” a small voice from the other side called. His voice caught in his throat when he realized it was Y/N.

    “Go away.” he called, trying to sound as sober and mean as he could. He heard her sigh from the other side.

    “I’m sorry, but I can’t do that.” she said. “You weren’t at your house so I came here. What are you doing here so late Juggie? The Drive In is closed for the night.” she asked, but Jughead ignored her question, hoping if he stayed silent she’d go away.

    “Jughead please,” she sobbed, no longer able to hold back the tears. “I just want to help you. I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately but I’m worried, and I can’t sleep or eat or pay attention in any of my classes because all I can think about is you!” Jughead felt tears roll down his face as he listened to you beg for him. “You are my best friend, you are my most favourite person in this whole damn world! These past few days have been hell without you! I just want you to open up to me again Jughead, I just want you to let me in, to let me help you for fucks sake!” she yelled.

    Jughead opened the door and wrapped his arms around Y/N, and she held onto him for what felt like forever. Jughead forgot to close the door behind him though, and Y/N opened her teary eyes and pulled away from Jughead, pushing past him to see the room filled with alcohol bottles, a makeshift bed, and clothes littered all around.

    “Oh Juggie…” she mumbled, turning to face him. He dropped his head in embarrassment, and she cupped his cheek in her hand. “I’m sorry, I had no idea.” she whispered. Jughead looked up to meet her eyes, and in that moment he couldnt stop himself anymore. He leaned down and kissed Y/N, his hand flying to her face.

    “Don’t be sorry, none of this is your fault.” he whispered, eyes still closed and his forehead rested against hers. “I’m the one who should be sorry, I’ve been living here at the Drive In for awhile, ever since my mom and sister left. I’ve been feeling incredibly depressed and alone and I’ve been pushing you away… and it’s been slowly killing me. Y/N, I love you, you’re are no doubt the best thing to ever happen to me.” He opened his eyes and looked down at hers, to find her crying. She leaned up and kissed him this time, pouring all the love and passion she possibly could into it. When the kiss broke, she pulled him into a hug.

    “I love you too, Juggie. You will never be alone though, and I won’t ever leave you. I need you, Juggie.”


Originally posted by lodges-veronica