He does- Jonas is quick witted and intelligent. He loves films and art and Even has the most interesting conversations with Jonas when they’re both high off their ass. Even more interesting ones when they aren’t.
He means, yeah sure, every now and then they butt heads when it comes to Isak because they both love him dearly in their own ways, but at the end of the day; they are always willing to laugh it off into a can of beer.
So they’re chill. Even likes Jonas.
But at this moment, Even wants to break the curly headed fuck’s neck.
“Let’s take marriage for instance,” Jonas says, sipping a can of beer and gesturing wildly to both the other boys in their squad and the girls, “It’s nothing but a capitalistic invention. People throw these huge ceremonies and spend millions of dollars on bullshit like valentine’s day cards and wedding receptions. I mean really– marriage is obsolete in this day and age. What the fuck is a piece of paper going to tell you? Completely unnecessary.”
Even clenches his jaw, because Isak is nodding in his hesitant way, looking interested in the topic. Slowly being convinced maybe.
That just won’t do. Because Even has a ring in his pocket that he’s been carrying around for ages and tonight was supposed to be the night that he was going to drop down on his legs and ask the fucking question.
But fucking Jonas is messing shit up.
“I don’t think it’s obsolete,” Even says through gritted teeth, “Standing up in front of you family and friends and promising yourself to the one person in the world you can’t live without.”
Jonas snorts, “One person you can’t live without? Should we talk about divorce rates?”
Sana, bless her, must notice that Even is about to blow a gasket and maybe jump Jonas in the not at all fun way. She clears he throat and changes the subject easily enough.
But Even glares at him steadily. Clearly boldly enough that Isak gives him a bizarre look and a nudge
Sorry baby, Even thinks, I know he’s your best friend, but I’ll kill him if he affects how you see us.
Jonas stands up and stretches after a minute, pecking Eva’s head in the process. “I’m going to grab some chips.”
His chance. Even stands up, “I’ll help you.”
“Oh no, it’s alright I’m just-”
Even narrows his eyes, “I’ll help you.”
So the kitchen is awkward because Jonas can’t figure out why Even is laser beam staring and him and Even is just crossing his arms and glaring.
“Did I… do something?”
“You’ve gotta stop with this no marriage shit,” Even whispers, moving closer and giving the entrance to the kitchen a surreptitious glance, “You’re killing me, Jonas. Like actually killing me.”
Jonas raises his eyebrows, “What the fuck? Why?”
Even sighs through his nose, “Because I have a fucking ring in my pocket that I’m planning on proposing with in approximately 45 minutes, you shit.”
Jonas’s eyes go wide, “No way! You and Isak are getting married? That’s fucking awesome!”
Even throws his arms up and hisses, “Yeah, it’s awesome. But it’s going to be less awesome when Isak decides suddenly that marriage is a capitalistic trap!”
Jonas winces, “Okay I see your point. Sorry man, I didn’t know.”
Even lets out a breath. At least he was being reasonable. “It’s chill… just cool it a bit until after.”
Noora’s high pitched voice, “Everything okay in there? Where are the chips?”
Jonas pats Even on the back and grins, “This is fucking awesome. Married. Isak is so gonna ask me to be his best man.” And then louder, “We’re coming out now. Couldn’t find them!”
Jonas and Even settle back into the respective seats. There was a brief lull of silence before Jonas cleared his throat, “Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve had a change of heart. Everyone should get married. Marriage is the fucking best.”
concept: i wear only lacy lingerie, a glass of wine in one hand, i stir a bath filled with rose petals. mothman arrives with bath bombs. i sit on the edge of the tub and shave my legs. mothman drops bath bombs in the water and films them for his instagram. we don’t talk but coo gently at one another
“He’d broken his leg dropping down from the rooftop. The bone didn’t set right, and he’d limped ever after. So he’d found himself a Fabrikator and had his cane made. It became a declaration. There was no part of him that was not broken, that had not healed wrong, and there was no part of him that was not stronger for having been broken.”
If you were honest, it was all your
fault. You had made a comment to Steve
just before he’d left for the mission on the Lemurian Star about the stealth
suit. Something about the deep blue of
it and how it sat just right across his broad shoulders. He’d laughed it off at the time, but you’d
seen the look in his eye. And to be
fair, you were the one that suggested a way to relieve some stress and get back
at Fury at the same time. Which is how
you wound up here, pinned against the inside of Fury’s office door, legs
wrapped around Steve’s trim waist and hands in his perfect hair.
WARNINGS: SMUT, Threesome, Oral (male receiving and female receiving) ANGST.
Well, it has been a while, I’m sorry I haven’t written anything for a long time. But I poured myself a cup of tea and forced myself to finish this. I’m not sure if I like how this turned out, but it’s better than nothing. This fic is based around the song by James Blunt “Don’t Give Me Those Eyes” you can listen to ithere. I hope you enjoy x
Gif Not Mine
Staring at you naked Hotel room in Vegas I love you but I hate it And we can’t tell anyone
Your mind raced as you how you found yourself in this situation. Tony’s big plan of whisking everyone off to Las Vegas for the weekend seemed like such an innocent one. Well as innocent as a weekend in Vegas could be, but still how you found yourself stood fully clothed staring at the two Adonis-like men. Chests bare, their jeans low on their hips. Both of them sporting straining bulges (a fact that you noticed right away) Yeah, you still quite hadn’t worked that one out yet.
“You gonna keep us waiting doll?” your eyes flicked to the brunette with uncertainty. Steve picked up on this, walking over to you slowly as not to startle you.
“We want this (Y/N), we want you. And I know you want us both” well shit. You thought, swallowing the dry lump in your throat. This was dangerous, so dangerous. After all, they were the couple in this situation and they were practically laying it out on a silver platter for you. You were not sure of the rules in this situation; yes you had been with other men before. And often wondered what it would be like with more than one partner in the bedroom, but here they were Captain America and the Winter Soldier wanted to have a threesome with you.
REQUEST: Hey I was wondering if you could do a a Jughead fluff where the readers almost always cold & wears his black hoody & well it fits his 6'1 frame well it basically a blanket on her 5'6 self, basically she wears his hoody that fits him fine but it’s really big on her and it’s just fluffy & funny & Veronica & Kevin totally ship it😂
Sorry for taking so long :3 Hope you like it! I thought it started off okay but then i kind of ruined it, i apologise, i’m not very good at writing ehueuheueh
Warnings: fluffy fluff fluff / dead inside reader (one swear word :3)
“So I told her, that what she did was crossing the line,” Veronica’s story was reaching its climax, and Kevin was enjoying every second of it.
“Fair enough,” He interrupted, expression eager, waiting to hear what happened next.
However, before Veronica could continue, you entered the student lounge, nonchalantly slurping a takeaway Pop’s strawberry milkshake. Your bag was slung carelessly over your shoulder and your unkempt hair was lazily tied up in a messy bun, which flopped around on top of your head. You’d skipped makeup, and your eyes were surrounded by dark circles. You wore your usual converse and ripped jeans, along with a white crop top. This had been a bad choice, as it was nearly the middle of December, so you were absolutely freezing. You’d been so tired from revising for exams, that you hadn’t even bothered to check what you were wearing that morning.
You stood around the back of the couch Kevin sat on, before flopping face down and flipping your body over so you were lying on the loveseat, legs on Kevin’s lap and face buried in an assortment of cushions.
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (Female Receiving), First Time Sex
Notes: I have been thinking about this series for the longest time, and here is just the prologue for you guys! It is inspired by a REALLY good movie, called Your Name (Kimi no Na Wa), but it works perfectly for Stiles. Expect great things from this and give me your thoughts!
Listen to Me (Please note you are not required to listen. The song is japanese, but it goes with the series)
Prompt: Sebastian meets his newest neighbor and immediately finds her to be an interesting and genuine person. Before he knows it, he’s developing feelings for his much younger friend that he tries not to act on because of their age difference, only the proximity of their lives has other things in store for the couple.
Warnings: some language
A/N: Here is the prologue to the new Sebastian series I’m starting. Please let me know what you think. I hope this is something you’re all interested in.
New York City was a much
bigger place than (Y/N) had imagined it would be. She had been living in the
city since she started her undergraduate degree but had been staying in a dorm
throughout most of those years. It wasn’t until she contemplated continuing her
education in graduate school that she actually decided it was time to find an
apartment. She didn’t want to be one of those people in her early to mid
twenties living in a dorm filled with eighteen and nineteen year-olds away from
home for the first time in their lives. After searching endlessly for a descent
place in a nice neighborhood and then a nice place in a descent neighborhood,
she was given the opportunity to teach undergraduate survey level English
courses at her university while she completed the department’s graduate
program. With the extra source of income on top of her part-time job at the
bookstore, she was able to afford rent on a nice place in a nice neighborhood;
there was just one small problem.
For a steady month an a half,
at the same time every night, without fail, the person who lived above her
watches Netflix on a volume so loud it should blow the person’s eardrums out.
At first she tried to ignore the inconsiderate individual above her, then came
anger and she started poking at the ceiling with a broomstick or standing on a
table and pounding her fist against her ceiling. After anger comes a long stint
of passive aggressiveness where she would turn her TV on equally loudly or
blast her music until she can’t hear the person above her anymore, but this
only lead to people coming to her door and complaining about the volume of her
electronics, which lead her to the most rational way to handle her problems.
Aggravated, (Y/N) stood in
a pair of loose jogger sweatpants and a cropped shirt that didn’t expose any of
her midsection. She was comfortably tasteful and would soon regret her choice
of schlump clothes. Her fist pounded against the door, begging to be heard over
what appeared to be prerecorded audience laughter. She quickly folded her arms
over her chest and started tapping her foot, her impatience growing by the
second. Just as she was about to bring her knuckles to the door again, she
heard heavy footsteps making their way toward her.
The door crept open to
reveal a tall man with thick brown hair and eyes so bright they outshines
stars. “Can I help you?” a low, articulate voice flowed from the apartment
and toward her ears.
“Um, hi,” she stated in a
rather unsteady manner. Oh, fuck! That’s
Sebastian Stan, her mind shouted as her eyes gapped at the man in
front of her. “I’m (Y/N), I just moved in below you–” the man immediately
nodded his head and offered her a small smile.
“You’re here about the
volume aren’t you?” he grumbled with a laugh.
“Guilty,” she muttered in response,
trying not to draw too much attention to the fact that her heart was pounding
in her chest.
“I wish I could tell you
there was something I could do about it, but I lost the remote and it’s one of
those stupid new televisions that don’t have any buttons,” he sighed.
“How dare technology make
TV buttons obsolete!” she scoffed, earning a small laugh from the she had
admired from afar for so long. “If you have a smart phone I can show you
how to program your phone to act as a TV remote.”
“Even if I have a Samsung
TV and an iPhone?” he asked.
“Yes,” she chuckled, “even
then.” Smiling, he stood aside and allowed the door to creep open even more.
“Please, come in,” he said
with a warm voice. “I’ve gotten complaints from everyone around me
already. I figured that the person below me would be next.”
“I tried to just ignore
it, then I started to try annoying you by doing the same thing, but that just
got me yelled at by my neighbors,” she admitted as he unlocked his phone and
handed it over to her. She quickly downloaded an app to fix all of their
problems and synced it with his television. When she handed it back to him and
pressed the volume buttons to test her skills, he couldn’t help but laugh at
“I would never have
thought to do that,” he sighed. “Thank you so much, (Y/N).”
“It’s no big deal…” she
paused, not sure if he had mentioned his name in passing or not and definitely
not wanting to seem like a creepy stalker.
“Sebastian,” he hurried to
fill in the blanks.
“It was not a problem,
Sebastian,” she finished, not being able to control the blush rising into her
“How can I repay you?” he
quickly asked as she shifted on her feet.
“The silence is a gift in
itself,” she couldn’t help but joke as another adorable smile slid across the
“Have you eaten yet?”
“Um, no?” her voice
inflected upward as he stared down at her with a breathtaking smile.
“I just ordered a mountain
of shrimp fried rice and some take-out—would you like to join me? It’s the
least I could do.” She hesitated, not wanting to shoot down his offer entirely,
but still wary about the dark realities of the world.
“I could be a serial
killer,” (Y/N) stated with a playfully dry tone in her voice.
“I’m pretty sure that
female serial killers make up less than one percent of the population so I’ll
take my chances with that,” he laughed.
“So do women who score
INTJ on the Meyers Briggs and yet you’re talking to one.” She couldn’t help
getting cocky. In a normal situation, she would be retreating back to her
apartment by now, curling up in bed and eating Chinese food alone but since
when is accidentally realizing Sebastian lived above her normal? Conversing
with him seemed almost second nature to her, as if she had done this before and
they were old friends catching up.
“I can’t force you to eat
Chinese food and watch Parks and Rec with me, but I can say that it would be
fun,” he said with a smirk on his face. (Y/N)’s heart started racing; is…is he flirting with me right now?
“You’re watching Parks and
Rec tonight? Hell yeah, I’ll stay,” she smirked at him as he grinned and shook
his head at her while laughing.
“Tonight? What do you mean
tonight?” he huffed through his fake insulted expression.
“I’ve been here for almost
two months and you’ve yet to actually binge watch a single show,” she accused.
“That’s because I lost my
remote, remember,” he said with a laugh as he waved his phone. She couldn’t
help but smirk as his large blue eyes widened from their banter. “Are you
in or not?” he asked, changing the subject.
“I don’t want to impose
on you and your home,” she stated more honestly and her timid nature returning.
“I promise you, (Y/N), it
would be a pleasure.” Something about his voice and his smile made it
impossible to turn down such a generous offer and she agreed.
Five episodes into Parks
and Rec along with their mutual hunger and agitation toward slow delivery led
(Y/N) and Sebastian to enter a state of friendliness neither of them really
reached upon knowing someone for roughly two hours. Maybe their more outgoing
natures were the result of drinking a few beers on empty stomachs, or maybe it
was a connection between the two that neither of them wanted to address that
made things like awkward conversational pauses and the occasional difficulty
they each faced in starting a conversation disappear.
“Gosh damn it, Sebastian!”
(Y/N) huffed as Sebastian flopped onto the couch beside her dropping his heavy
legs onto her as she sat cross-legged on the couch. He couldn’t help the loud
chuckle that escaped his lips. “What’s so funny?” she grumbled and
narrowed her eyes playfully at him.
“You curse like Robin in
the nineteen sixty-six Batman movies,” Sebastian continued to laugh as (Y/N)
shoved his feet from her lap. “Golly Gee Willickers, Batman.”
“Oh, really,” she huffed
and tossed a decorative pillow toward the man across from her on the
couch. “Shut the fuck up! How’s that for cursing?” Sebastian continued to
laugh at her as her eyebrows narrowed in on him and her lips pursed.
“I think you just don’t
look frightening enough,” he said while turned his body to face hers.
“And you’re so menacing,” she huffed with a smirk,
glad to see his goofy grin still plastered on his face. Just as he was
about to pull a blanket over his feet, there was a knock at the
door. “Finally, our food!” They called out. (Y/N) jumped and followed him
to the door, lingering in his kitchen as he opened the door to tip the delivery
driver. A huge gasp caught her attention and she quickly turned toward the men
in the doorframe.
America’s best friend!” the man’s voice was slurred as he stammered his
statements. “You’re Sebastian Stan.”
(Y/N)’s eyes widened and
she turned her back to the door in hopes that she could pretend she hadn’t
heard what just happened, only to hear the door click closed behind her and
Sebastian’s deflated voice engulf the room.
“I’m so sorry about that,”
he said as he passed by (Y/N) to place each of the containers of food on the
“Does that happen a lot?”
she asked quickly trying to play it off.
“More than I’m comfortable
with,” he sighed. “Why, are you going to start acting weird around me
now?” She could see the apprehension in his eyes as he waited for her answer.
Of course at the beginning of the night she thought it was weird to just
casually hang out with your favorite celebrity, but she knew that making it
weird would cause the situation to not exist, which she didn’t want to happen.
“Why would I start acting
weird around you?” she asked while quickly filling up her bowl with fried rice
“Because I’m Sebastian
Stan and that’s apparently a big deal,” he sighed, conflicted that her knowing
who he was would hinder whatever friendship was forming.
“Slow down there,” she
said as she tried to swallow a mouthful of food. “Not everything’s about
you now. Remember who you’re talking to: less than one percent of the
population.” (Y/N) felt the corners of her lips curl into a smirk as Sebastian
smiled across the couch at her.
“That you are,” he said in
a low sultry tone he had hoped she didn’t hear. (Y/N) was truly a genuine
person and he was thrilled to have met her. Her ability to make him feel like
just another guy, someone without millions of Instagram followers, someone
who’s life isn’t constantly under a microscope, someone normal is something he had
been looking for in another person for a long time. For a while he thought he
could find that solace in another person in his field of work. Surely they
would be able to understand the crazy life he lived and want the same things in
a partner: stability, generosity, a grounded sense of mind. Unfortunately
seeking romance with another actor only furthered the media exposure of the
relationship rather than allowing them to have their own lives with one
“Besides, I knew who you
were the second you opened the door.”
“Well someone is a
stalker,” he teased through bites of rice.
“You know who else is a
stalker?” she asked in reply, causing his eyebrows to move individually—one up
and one down.
“The delivery guy?” he
questioned while staring across the couch at the girl who sat with her knees up
on her chest, resting a bowl between her knees.
“Serial killers,” she said
and then winked. “Maybe living beneath you was all apart of my plan.”
“I’d gladly have you
beneath me,” he said, intending to sound menacing and creepy but instead coming
across as horny and creepy. “Fuck! That’s not what I meant!”
“That was a Freudian slip
if I ever heard one,” (Y/N) started to laugh as Sebastian nudged her with his
foot beneath the blanket they shared. He knew that it was much too early to be
thinking of romance with the girl that came up to his floor to yell at him for
his broken TV, but the feeling in his heart as the pair tossed their banter
from one person to the other was so light hearted, like the onset of puppy love
turning into a crush.
There was something about
(Y/N) that was so open and kind that he knew he could trust her, despite her
constant joking about being a lunatic, and he held onto that feeling the entire
night until it was time for her to return to her floor and go to bed. “Wait,”
Sebastian called as he hurried toward (Y/N) who was standing at his front door.
He quickly shoved his phone into her hands and said probably the lamest line
intended as flirtation in the history of love: “You know, incase I need someone
to watch my house.” Thankfully she was understanding and kind enough to put her
number in his phone and quickly text herself from his device before going back
to her apartment and turning in for the night.
As (Y/N) curled up in bed,
she heard a steady thud! thud! from
above her and then her phone lit up with a message.
Seb Stan:That was me!
Trying not to laugh too
loudly, she grabbed a prop light saber she got from Disneyland years ago and
stretched her arms toward the ceiling of her bedroom, hitting it with the base
of the prop.
Party Games - Stiles Stilinski & Theo Raeken [Smut]
Character(S): Stiles Stilinski/Reader, Theo Raeken/Reader, Lydia Martin
Word Count: 5096
Notes: Drinking, Alcohol Abuse, Oral (both receiving - 69-ing), Slight Bondage, Orgasm Denial, ‘Toy’ use please don’t try this at home), marking, kinda angsty. Huge thanks to @stilinski-jpeg for being my actual angel and giving me encouragement on this and proof reading it because it’s ways different to anything I’ve done before. Also thanks to @dumbass-stilinski and @thelittlestkitsune for the incredible help they gave me all the way through, reading and checking it all.
“Everyone knows the truth now, knows what’s up and who’s been lying, but we just ignore it. We’ve been ignoring it all along, first limping slightly, then an entire leg dropping off, but we’ve kept dragging ourselves, inching forwards with a mouth full of dirt. By now, we don’t even have our head on, but we’re too stupid to notice.”