Dan Howell was what you’d call, or at least what his friends called, up for anything. He was a bit of a slut, really. Sex wasn’t a big deal to him anymore, didn’t matter who, if they asked for a night Dan would be up for it, he was considered a bit of a sex god. He had been with all of his friends at least once each.
Except for Phil Lester.
Phil hadn’t been around too long with Dan’s group of friends, he had started hanging around only a few months ago, he worked with Dan’s friend Aleena. Dan didn’t know him very well, but he admired him from afar, and caught Phil doing the same every now and then.
He didn’t speak much, but Dan was interested. He seemed strange, sort of mysterious, but not sinister. If anything he seemed sweet and shy, completely innocent.
That was what Dan thought until Phil approached him at a party.
“Hey,” Phil muttered, keeping his gaze aimed anywhere but Dan’s face. Dan chuckled, setting down his glass.
“Oh, so you do speak.” Dan smirked. Phil nodded.
“Yeah, I suppose so.” Phil looked up, meeting eyes with Dan and he felt a jolt going through his whole body. Holy fuck he’s pretty.
“So, er…” Dan stuttered, suddenly feeling extremely nervous, which was very unlike him. He rubbed the back of his neck. “What’s… what’s up?”
Phil chuckled now, and leaned forward, practically breathing down Dan’s neck.
“I have to ask you something.” He paused. “I heard you sleep around a lot, yeah?”
Dan felt a shiver run through his body, and he bit his lip. It wasn’t like him to let someone have such an effect on him, but he couldn’t help it. Phil’s persona in Dan’s eyes had changed in mere seconds, and it was hot as fuck.
“Mhm,” Dan muttered, trying to regain his confident demeanor. He raised an eyebrow. “What about it?”
Phil chuckled again quietly, and damn.
“I want a night with you.”
Dan practically choked on his own tongue, eyes widening in surprise.
“You want a night?” He asked, sputtering, when he could speak. Phil frowned.
“Yeah.” He raised his eyebrows. “Is that a problem?”
“N-no, I just…” Dan ran his fingers through his hair. “I just didn’t expect it.”
Phil replaced Dan’s hand with his own, smoothly running his hand through Dan’s hair before suddenly tugging roughly, pulling Dan’s head back. Dan gasped in surprise.
“And why not?” Phil muttered, placing a gentle kiss on Dan’s throat. Dan had to bite his lip to stifle a moan.
“Er, y-you seem… shy…? You’ve never really talked to me before…”
“Mmh.” Phil made a quiet grunting noise under his breath. “We’ll have to fix that, won’t we?”
“Yes, sir,” Dan replied immediately, smirking at the way Phil’s face flushed red and his eyes widened slightly. He growled, yanking Dan’s hair one more time before letting go.
“Tomorrow evening, eight o’ clock. Don’t be late,” Phil muttered. “And Dan? Wear something pretty for me,” he added before disappearing back into the crowd.
Dan took a deep breath, puffing air into his cheeks and blowing out before ringing the doorbell. He felt more nervous than he usually did, it was unnerving.
Phil answered the door only seconds later, and Dan looked him up and down. He was wearing a tight navy blue button up, decorated with tiny pink flowers. Dan grinned. His jeans were equally tight black skinnies. He looked attractive as hell, and he had messy hair.
“Hey,” Phil breathed, and his thin pink lips stretched into a huge smile. Dan smiled back.
“Hi,” he replied, almost shyly.
Phil stepped aside, motioning for Dan to enter after him. He could feel Phil’s eyes on him, looking him over, and he felt his skin heat up.
The second the door was closed Phil was on him, shoving him against the wood and attacking his neck. Dan moaned loudly, too surprised to hold it back.
“I was gonna make dinner for you,” Phil mumbled against Dan’s skin, biting gently. “But I didn’t want to wait to do this.”
“Jesus,” Dan gasped, tilting his head back to give Phil more access to the sensitive area.
Phil grabbed a handful of his hair, tugging his head back roughly even more and biting down on Dan’s adam’s apple.
“Ah-” Dan gasped. “For fucks sake, Phil.”
Phil reached down, palming Dan’s already forming bulge through his jeans while working at his neck, and Dan found himself rutting against the other mans hand in desperation.
“Mmh, already hard, are we?” Phil smirked.
“S-shut up,” Dan replied, frowning. “You’re fuckinggggg…” he trailed off with a shout when Phil sucked at the soft spot beneath his ear. “You’re f-fucking good at t-that.”
“Yeah?” Phil whispered, biting Dan’s ear and playing with the waistband of his jeans that were rapidly tightening.
“Fuck!” Dan cried, a loud moan ripping from his throat. “For gods sake, Phil, please!”
“Please what, baby,” Phil asked, his voice low. Dan groaned, throwing his head back.
The second the words left Dan’s mouth he was being lifted, his legs wrapping around Phil’s waist instinctively and his arms around his neck. Phil kissed him roughly, shoving his tongue into Dan’s mouth. Phil bit his bottom lip, tugging and making Dan whimper.
“Bedroom,” Phil gasped. “Now.”
He set Dan down, grabbing his wrist and tugging him roughly towards the door at the end of the hall. He fumbled with the doorknob, shoving Dan inside and causing him to stumble and sit on the edge of the bed. Phil shoved him down instantly, climbing on top of him and straddling him before going back to work on Dan’s neck.
“So pretty,” Phil whispered. “God, you’re so pretty, Dan.”
Phil ran his thumb down Dan’s jaw, trailing over his throat and Dan shuddered.
“Your neck is so pretty, babe,” Phil leaned down to kiss softly at Dan’s collarbone. Dan whimpered, his breath hitching and his hips rutting up in desperation. “Wanna leave marks all over you.”
“Y-yes sir,” Dan gasped out, and he saw something flash in Phil’s eyes. “P-please.”
Phil took no time with ripping Dan’s shirt over his head, tossing it aside and letting Dan unbutton his. Phil kissed him again, roughly and desperately connecting their mouths, grinding down on Dan’s crotch and making him groan.
“God Phil, just-” Dan’s breath caught. “Just fuck me already or I’ll cum in my pants.”
“Jesus fuck, that’s so hot,” Phil muttered, a grin stretching across his features and his eyes sparkling. “Okay baby.”
Phil tugged at Dan’s button, quickly unzipping them and sliding the tight jeans down his legs. He froze, staring at the lacy black panties Dan had chosen for this occasion. Dan smirked.
“What’s wrong?” He asked teasingly, dragging his finger over Phil’s jaw. “You told me to wear something pretty for you, sir.”
Dan watched as Phil’s jaw tightened, his eyebrows raising just slightly. Without a word Phil pulled Dan’s hips to his own, pulling his legs up over his shoulders and trailing hot kisses up his inner thighs. Dan’s breath hitched, a moan catching in his throat, and he bucked his hips.
“Please!” Dan whined, not caring how loud he was anymore. “Fuck, Phil, I want you so bad, want you inside me, please…”
Phil chuckled, leaning over Dan’s body to kiss his lips. “Getting a bit desperate, are we?”
Dan just nodded, not sure that he could speak.
Phil bit his lip, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed and tugged his own jeans down to reveal his hard on through his tight black briefs. Dan immediately tugged at the waistband, desperate to get them off, and pulled them down. Phil groaned as Dan took the tip into his mouth, swirling his tongue and watching Phil’s face that was shadowed with bliss.
“Do you need prep, baby?” Phil asked, pulling himself out of Dan’s mouth and rubbing himself slowly. Dan shook his head.
“Did it before I came here,” Dan muttered. “Considering I knew we were gonna fuck.”
“Mmh, clever boy.” Phil patted his cheek, grabbing his chin roughly and admiring the dark purple bruises he had left that were already forming on Dan’s neck and jaw.
Phil carefully removed the panties, tossing them off of the bed. He bent himself over, licking a broad stripe up the underside of Dan’s thigh from his ass, and Dan shuddered.
Phil quickly grabbed the lube and a condom from his bedside drawer, sliding it on and rubbing himself slowly, slicking himself up carefully.
“Get on with it,” Dan muttered, gasping when Phil grabbed his jaw harshly.
“Shut up,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Sluts don’t tell me what to do.”
Phil lined himself up with Dan, pushing in slowly and giving Dan a moment to adjust to the tight fit, before snapping his hips. Dan shouted, a long stream of profanities and moans leaving his swollen lips, throwing his head back as Phil began to thrust into him, watching his face as he picked up speed.
Phil changed his angle, leaning over Dan and pressing their bodies together so he could kiss down Dan’s throat, and the boy beneath him practically shrieked.
“Phil!” He gasped out, scratching his nails down his back in a desperate manner. “Fuck! R-Right there, fuck, harder!”
Phil groaned, slowing down and focusing on thrusting deeper and hitting Dan in just the right place, causing Dan to grip his thigh, moaning whorishly with ever movement of Phil’s hips. Phil buried his face in Dan’s neck, breathing in sharp gasps and occasionally biting down, making Dan scream louder when he did.
“Oh g-god! Close!” Dan whined, rutting his hips to meet Phil’s thrusts and grinding back on his cock.
“Mm, good boy,” Phil muttered back, against Dan’s hot skin, drunk off the feeling of Dan’s tight head surrounding him, not quite aware of his own words. “Cum for me, Dan. Cum so pretty, baby, wanna see your face. Cum from my cock inside you.”
Phil reached down between Dan’s legs, jerking him off slowly, almost sleepily, feeling the boy beneath him fall apart.
With a twitch of his cock and a loud high pitched moan Dan came, his eyes screwed shut, his head thrown back and his mouth open. Phil groaned loudly just from the sight, feeling himself coming closer and closer to the edge.
At the last second Phil pulled out, discarding the condom and wrapping a hand around his own cock, jerking himself off quickly. Dan shook his head, sleepily moving Phil’s hand and replacing it with his mouth, kissing up and down the sides of Phil’s shaft, circling his tongue over Phil’s slit before taking it to the back of his throat.
“Oh f-fuck,” Phil gasped, tangling his fingers in Dan’s hair and tugging him down on his dick. “Look so good babe, so pretty, just for me. Waited so long to have you like this, god I’m so close, fuck.”
Phil slowly began to thrust into Dan’s mouth, and sped up when Dan tapped his thigh to tell him it was okay. Phil came down his throat with a loud moan, watching through heavy eyes while Dan cleaned him up, licking his lips and sucking softly on Phil’s tip.
“God,” Phil muttered when he could speak, running his fingers through his messy hair. Dan just nodded, flopping backwards onto Phil’s pillows, still breathing heavily.
“Yeah,” he breathed.
Phil thought about holding him, wrapping his arms around Dan’s sweaty body and never letting go, but maybe that was desperate? But before he could even make a decision Dan had grabbed his wrist, tugging him down on top of him and nuzzling into his neck, his arms wrapped tightly around Phil’s waist. Phil grinned, running his fingers through Dan’s messy, slightly curly hair.
“You’re pretty,” Phil muttered sleepily. He felt Dan smile, and angle his face to look at him.
“Mmhm.” Phil admired Dan’s neck, rubbing his thumb over the marks he had left.
“Phil?” Dan asked, his voice quiet and almost nervous sounding.
“Mmh, yeah baby?”
“Do you want to maybe…” Dan bit his lip. “Do that again sometime…?”
“Oh hell yes,” Phil replied immediately. “Dan, you have no idea how long I waited to get you like that. I’m not giving it up for the world.”
Dan smiled, his eyelashes fluttering.
“I think you’re the best I’ve ever had,” Dan mused. Phil raised his eyebrows.
“That’s saying a lot.” Dan swatted him lightly on the chest.
Dan looked up. “Yeah?”
“I don’t want you sleeping around anymore.” Phil traced his fingertips over Dan’s palm before intertwining their fingers. “You’re mine, I want to be the only one touching you like that, seeing you like that.” He paused. “If you’d like, of course.”
Dan bit his lip. “Yeah.” He smiled. “I think I would.”
“Good.” Phil raised his eyebrows. “Round two in the shower?”
Montgomery De La Cruz x Reader Request: No. Word Count: 1,307 A/N:Hola! This took me while but I wanted to show Monty’s ‘softer’ side because I feel everyone bashes him for being an asshole but I believe he can be a total sweetheart. There are some suggestive themes, nothing too bad, but please do not read if you’re not comfortable! Enjoy! :) Warnings: Sexual themes! Please do not read if you’re not comfortable! Italics = You, Bold = Monty
When you heard that your boyfriend Montgomery De La Cruz had gotten into another fight, you weren’t really that surprised at all. Monty was a natural born troublemaker but you couldn’t really blame him for that. Usually you’d be mad at him, but recently he’s been going through some things so you’d decided to cut him some slack. He was having a tough time with his grades and his parent constantly got on him about that. You were feeling really bad for your boyfriend, and wished you could do something for him. You’d tried tutoring him before, but it just didn’t work for him as good as you had hoped. He was beginning to feel like he’d never truly get the help he needed. You were waiting for Monty outside of the counselor’s office, you’d decided that you were going to spend the rest of the day with him. He was probably going to get suspended and his parents were definitely gonna give him hell for that, but there was nothing wrong in trying to cheer him up. You heard the doorknob next to you twist, and Monty stepped out of the office. He looked at you, his hands tightening around the straps laying on his shoulders. His face was bruised, and his lip was busted but of course he would always be handsome to you no matter what. Monty looked down at his feet waiting for you to scold him, but you didn’t. Instead your hand caressed his cheek as you softly spoke, “Hey.” He lifted his head from the floor and looked at you, raising his eyebrow. “You should be yelling at me by now, are you okay?” You chuckled, and moved to grab his hand. “I’m fine I just…I just wanted to spend the rest of my day with you.” Smiling, you tugged on his hand moving toward the main doors. He didn’t say anything while you guys walked, and you wondered if maybe he felt disappointed in himself. The two of you had chose to walk back to your house, which was good because your parents were out of town and you wanted it to be quiet to just really focus on Monty. Even though you’ve been dating him for a while, you couldn’t really think of anything to cheer your boyfriend up. “Ice cream?” You asked him as you started making your way to the kitchen. You looked back to catch his nod, then went to take the vanilla ice cream out of the freezer. Grabbing two spoons you ran them under some water to rinse them off, then jogged back to the living room. You handed Monty the tub of ice cream, and walked over to your parents liquor cabinet. Generally you weren’t the type to drink, but it helped calm Monty’s nerves. Bringing a few glasses with you, you set the items onto the table and poured the alcohol into the cups. “First ditching school, now drinking? Maybe I am a bad influence on you. But seriously, what’s up with you?” You shook your head at his words, “Nothing, I just want to make you feel good…calm you down a bit. Now drink.” Flipping through the channels, you settled on a random movie and started to dig into the ice cream. It didn’t take long for you both to finish the whole carton, which you just placed on the table instead of throwing out. “I’m gonna run a bath, okay?” Because of Monty’s hard exterior you’d normally think he wasn’t into stuff like this, but in reality he enjoyed doing these romantic, cliché things with you. You could see the hint of a smile smeared on his face before you ran upstairs to get the water running. It didn’t take long for the bath tub to fill with the clear liquid, and you quickly went to get Monty. When he got into the bathroom, he tugged on the edge of his shirt and you watched as he took it off. You stopped him as he fiddled with his belt, and unbuckled it for him. Tugging his pants down, he quickly stepped out of them and played with the band of his underwear. Neither of you were strangers to sex, but you weren’t really sure if you wanted that tonight. Monty moved closer to you and started to take your clothes off until you were in just your underwear. Normally you were confident in your body, but suddenly you started to feel shy. Your arms went up to cover the cleavage you had showing but Monty grabbed your wrists before you could do so. He started to leave sloppy kisses along your jawline, then moved to nip on the skin of your neck. Your hands traveled down his chest, and he let out a groan. He found your lips and captured them into a heated kiss, while reaching behind you to unclip your bra. Pulling away, he dropped kisses down the front of your body stopping and the band of your panties. “You’re so beautiful (Y/N)…” He dipped his head to lick the skin of your thighs before yanking your panties down. Slowly, Monty got up off of the floor and took off his underwear too. You pouted because he had left you hot and bothered and he knew that. That stupid smirk of his painted his face as he sat in the bathtub. Glaring at him, you followed in, and sat in his lap. His hand quickly found your thigh, rubbing the inside, teasing you a bit. You sighed both in frustration and in pleasure, “God Monty if you’re gonna do something then do it.” Nibbling on the skin of your shoulder his deep voice whispered in your ear as he rubbed on your clit, “How bad do you want it?”“Really bad, Monty please.” You could feel his length harden beneath you just at the sound of your voice. His fingers slipped into you throbbing core and you leaned back, moaning. You rocked your hips a little trying to please him at the same time, but he put a hand on your waist to stop you. “No baby, none of that. I just want to please you.” The speed his fingers were working at increased, and they curled inside of you, leaving you a mess. You moved so that one leg was draped over the edge of the tub, it gave Monty some room to move faster and he did. Your breath quickened as you continued to moan Monty’s name. You mewled as he added in another finger, not stopping to let you adjust to the feeling. He was stretching your walls, but the slight pain didn’t really bother you. You were quickly approaching your high and you tried to move your hips, begging and pleading for Monty to give you something more. He chuckled moving his hand and letting you buck your hips into his fingers. “God you’re so beautiful, cum for me baby.” His low, sexy voice pushed you over the edge. You let out a loud moan as you came to your high, your back arching against Monty and some of the water spilling out of the tub. Out of breath, you grabbed onto his arm and closed you eyes. You felt the cold air hit your body and you shivered. Monty carried you into your bedroom and threw one of his shirts over you. He threw on his clothes from earlier and climbed into the bed. Bringing you into his chest, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled the covers up to your chin. “You’re so warm,” you said, smiling while sighing in satisfaction. He kissed your temple and laid his head back on his pillow. You closed your eyes and drifted to sleep, proud that you’d calmed your hotheaded boyfriend down for the day.
painslut!dan and sadistic!phil w/ omorashi? if dat is okay
+ Dan doesn’t slack off, not anymore. He doesn’t talk rudely or insult Phil at all (other than occasionally in their videos, but even then afterwards he would fall to his knees and beg for forgiveness) for one simple reason. And that was the belt Phil kept in his closet, the one for special occasions.
+ Even a word slipped from Dan’s mouth and Dan would be over his knee or bent over the table or the bed, his wrists pinned to his back at a rather painful angle. Phil did it so automatically, Dan could hardly even see it coming.
+ Phil would shove his face against the wood or mattress, tugging at his hair roughly.
+ “Aw, what a cute little baby. Does the slut need to be punished?” God, Phil’s VOICE when those words left his lips… it was a kind of sickly sweet growl, and it drove Dan absolutely crazy.
+ His heart would beat faster, pounding in his chest, and his breathing would catch.
+ “Sir,” Dan would usually whimper, wanting to get on his good side. Phil would knead Dan’s ass in his hands, humming as he dug his nails in.
+ “What’ll it be tonight, hm? Water or belt?”
+ That would really get Dan’s head spinning, just that simple question, god. He would take a shuddery breath, trying to push back his fear.
+ If Dan chose belt, the outcome was clear. Phil would go straight to the closet, taking the belt in his hands slowly, the noise of the leather running through his fingers making Dan shudder. He would tie Dan’s hands too, to the headboard, warning him not to squirm before starting.
+ It would usually be about ten lashes, and Phil was less than gentle. He had Dan crying out and moaning with every hit, tears streaming down his face by the last one, sobs and begging flowing from his mouth with no stopping but god he loved it.
+ If Dan chose the water, it was almost worse. Dan would still be tied down, but for this one Phil would be deceivingly soft and gentle. He would leave Dan there for awhile, every ten minutes bringing him a large glass of water. This would go on for several hours before it stopped, and by then Dan was squirming like crazy.
+ Phil would sit next to him, stroking his forehead, a deceivingly kind smile on his face, but Dan could see the glint in his eyes.
+ Phil would start slow, pressing down on Dan’s stomach gently, just a little bit of pressure. By this point Dan would already be out of it, flinching from Phil’s touch and gripping the sheets below him tightly.
+ Phil would add more pressure gradually before he was rubbing circles on Dan’s abdomen and Dan was shaking and sweating and squirming under his touch.
+ Soon Phil would be straddling him, bouncing slightly, or massaging Dan’s stomach and pumping his cock every now and then, anything to get Dan closer to letting go.
+ Dan would be begging, crying, with a repeated “I can’t I can’t I can’t” but Phil would just calmly continue with what he was doing, not acknowledging what Dan was saying.
+ “Piss yourself and I’ll leave you here over night,” Phil would say softly, kissing Dan’s forehead and continuing to work at his stomach and cock.
+ Dan’s whimpering loudly, tears streaming down his face from the effort of holding it in, but god it’s so hard and it hurts so bad and Dan just wants to let go. Phil’s whispering encouragement in his ear, soft little “c'mon Dan, just breathe, just let it out of you’d like,” but Dan knows the consequences.
+ With both options, Phil is good with aftercare, making sure Dan is alright before carrying him to the shower. He would wash him off and calm him down, peppering his face with kisses with a “good job, baby, good boy. You did such a good job, angel. It’s okay, let it out, i’m here. I love you so so much.”
+ It’s torture. All of it is torture that has Dan sobbing and broken by the end of it. But Dan knows he wouldn’t give it up for the world.
+ And sometimes he does do something wrong, just so he can go through it again.
Certainly a longer one for you guys. It’s a little crappy and a little pointless but I thought of this while in music class the other day and thought it was a cute idea to distract us all from the turmoil of episode 13…
admired her from across the music room for months. (y/n) (l/n). With the voice
of an angel and the face of one too. She was truly talented in every way,
singing, piano, guitar and just her sheer ability to charm anyone. She was
sweet in everyway and he couldn’t help but wonder if her lips were that sweet
too; they certainly looked it.
completely fallen for her. Everything she did, every word she sang, everything
she was. She was beginning to become his first thought in the morning and his
last at night before he went to sleep and almost every thought in between. Yet,
he had still never had a full conversation with you. You were alone once in the
classroom when everyone had left as he helped her find her sheet music but that
was it. That was enough for him to memorize her eyes and the way she did her
hair in a messy bun so she could play without it getting in the way and it was
adorable. Everything about her was adorable. Miniature compared to him and her
smile was the cutest thing he had ever seen in his life. Yet, he still hadn’t
spoken to her.
need to say something, bud.” Jughead slid onto the bench next to him,
stuffing some cafeteria burrito into his mouth.
right you know,” Betty chimed in from behind him with Veronica and Kevin
as they sat around,
you still pining over piano girl?” Ronnie mocked in a baby voice,
“God, Arch. I didn’t know that you could ever be so useless around a
girl.” He glared at her,
have no idea what you are on about.” He tried to play it cool but the
tiniest voice crack at the wrong moment gave him away. Not that there was much
to give away.
yeah, and I have no idea that, that song is about her.” Kevin observed
stealing the sheet from in front of Archie and pulling it away from reach so he
and the girls could see it,
Archie you have to say something! This is all too sweet.” Betty cooed but
Jugheads laughter overpowered her, “Oh Juggie, just because some guys are
romantic.” Betty sighed mockingly,
am mysterious and girls love that more.” He smirked before winking at her.
is all well and good guys but I am not talk to her. Now or anytime soon.”
could ask her to the dance!” V piped up getting all excited,
idea!” Archie mocked, “When you find any reason for her to like me,
let me know and I’ll go for it.” He sighed in defeat. If he was true to
himself that was the real reason he had never gone up to her, they had never
spoken and normally it was girls who came up to him and her? well she was not
that kind of girl. She hung around with Ethel, not the vixens. She wore
oversized cardigans, not mini skirts and her top knot was haphazard, not 3
hours worth of styling but all this just made her so much better than any of
them. She was who she wanted to be, not who someone like Cheryl wanted her to
be or how people said she should be, she was just herself and that’s how he
he never understood was that she spoke to everyone, except him. She was one of
them people who didn’t have a ‘group’ she kind of floated between people with
everyone liking her. One day she could talk to the geeks and the next be
tutoring Reggie Mantle in science only to be back with musical theatre kids by
lunch helping with rehearsals but she never spoke to this group. Ever. He had
never understood why she had avoided them, he was sure that they had never done
any wrong to her but she would almost always leave class quickly to avoid him.
As far as
Archie knew, she was single but he couldn’t understand why. Half the boys in
the football team adored her and not in some demeaning way. If they didn’t
think of you as a sister to protect, they wanted to take you out for dinner.
She managed to bring out the soft side of even the biggest guys in the school
ad he could never figure out how, bur she certainly did it to him.
solitude in music and she would only practice in the theatre without anyone
did she know that Archie had found this out, he had been working to keep up
with the rest of the music class that he had managed to join late. He had come
across your secret practice sessions after looking for Valerie.
too into her music to notice Archie staring from the back, and too focused to
notice when Archie came in, even taking a seat and listening to the end of her
played her last note, her eyes still closed…that is until he started to clap.
When her eyes flew open she made eye contact instantly with Archie and paled
I’ll be going I didn’t know you were in here…”
“No, no it’s fine.” He panicked a little, this was his only chance
to talk to her, “please stay, for once?” she looked like a rabbit in
the headlights but he had never seen her that way. She was normally confident,
loud and cheery but this was so much different - as if she was scared of him
but she nodded anyway still standing in the same spot clutching her sheet
music, “look, I don’t know if you know me I'm…”
“Archie. Archie Andrews.” The fact she knew who he was made him
smile stupidly, “I’ve seen you in music class.” she said quietly,
“(y/n). I know.” Archie looked down sheepishly at his feet as
he said it, kind of glad she never brought up his football, when he was around
her all he cared about was music, “I have been wondering if maybe…”
he trailed off not really knowing where he was going with this.
what?” she asked kindly, making her way down the stages stairs and to the
auditorium where he stood,
would help me study. Music I mean, I was late starting.” He mentally
kicked himself for chickening out but he now knew the real reason all the big
guys went soft on her, her eyes were like molten pools that seemed to shine.
She smiled innocently, everything about her was innocent she didn’t seem to be
corrupted like most of the people in this town,
course,” she said softly and with what he thought (and hoped) was a hint
of disappointment. Turning, she went back up onto the stage to the piano and
took her seat once again beckoning him to follow. He stood awkwardly behind her
until she sifted over ever so slightly allowing him to sit beside her,
“What do you need help with?” she pulled out her sheet music once
again and placed it on the stand before tucking a pencil behind her ear,
you ever considered teaching someone piano?” he asked skeptically,
can try my best” she smiled before she started talking again but he zoned
out watching the way her lips moved or how her long, delicate fingers would
move across the keys with no visible effort. It wasn’t until she took his hand
in hers placing it on the keys beneath hers did he snap out of it. His
heartbeat elevating like never before as he turned to look at her his hand
still under hers, playing keys he had never used before and playing music they
were making together as she finally turned too look at him, their faces
astonishingly close to one another,
would very much like to admit that I think you’re beautiful.” He didn’t
fully know where the confidence came from, perhaps it was the feeling of her
hand on his but he moved, reaching his hand up to remove the pencil from behind
her ear and admired how her hair fell with it. Pushing it back he glanced at
her lips, “I would also very much like to kiss you.” She didn’t say
anything. She simply leaned into him, pushing her lips against his softly as if
she was once again scared so he pressed himself further into her, wrapping his
hand into her hair as he had dreamed of doing for the months he had admired her
before she pulled away but stayed close to him, “Why did you stay away
from me?” he asked timidly, so not to upset her after their moment,
it would have been hard to sit there and be close to you and not kiss
you.” she murmured in reply, shocking him,
what?” he moved a little further away to look at her, his hand still
playing with her hair,
it was your laugh, or your eyes, or your smile. It could have been your hair,
or your voice, or your personality. Whatever it was, it made me fall pretty
damn hard.” she confessed looking into his eyes intently making him kiss
her again, making her gasp a little in shock but returning the chaste kiss,
didn’t you tell me all of this, instead of running away?” he looked
confused like a lost puppy and tilted his head a little, “Why did you
for the first time, I didn’t want to make a fool of myself.” she admitted,
turning back to look at the keys, Archie placing his hand on hers once again
but this time on his lap, “so I listened to you singing from afar, in the
common room, in class, when you were with your friends. And I would come to
your football games, I would watch from the side of the bleachers where I
couldn’t be seen by the other players for once. I mean, I love them guys, they
were good to me but they weren’t you.”
I’m a pretty loud outgoing person but around you? You reminded me what
butterflies felt like and I could never stop loosing my breath when I saw you
looking back at me. That day when you helped me in music? Nothing could beat
the butterflies I felt when I was around you. You made me feel a kind of
happiness I’ve never experienced before.” He looked at her falling more in
love with her by the second, by every word she said,
eh?” he smirked a little making her laugh quietly, “So I guess what I
felt wasn’t just a crush?”
“Never just a crush” she looked up at him, her eyes shinning in a
completely different way, in a better way, “anyway, music” he smiled
like an idiot,
Author: @ninja-stiles Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader Words: 4,880 Prompt: “I love you from the bottom of my heart, but I don’t trust your cooking. Stay out of my kitchen.”
The boy who stole my heart.
I walked into the kitchen, finding Stiles looking out the sliding door in a pair of his boxers, sipping his coffee. I played with the ends of his flannel, stalking towards him, feeling the cold tile under my feet as I wrapped my arms around his waist, resting my head against his shoulder blade.
Request: @fireismysaftey - Quick request, so I was listening to the song ‘When we were young’ by Adele and was wondering if you could write an imagine of Tom Holland and his girlfriend and she hasn’t seen him in two months or so bc of filming so she’s on the phone with him and she stared singing the song to him, remembering the times they had before when they were young(er) and he wasn’t super busy w/filming. Sorry if this didn’t make sense. Thank you 💕 (Gif not mine)
Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader
A/N: Shout-out to my great friend Monse for pitching in to help me finish it, hope you guys liked it. : )
Dating a celebrity was great and all, but it did come with it’s perks. Tom had to leave every once in a while for filming. You understood that completely, yet still every time he left you felt more alone. Tom has been away for two months now, and you missed him like crazy.
You missed those times when the two of you could be a regular couple, and to couple things. Unlike now when you can’t even go out without the paparazzi getting in the way. You just wished you could go back in time when things were normal. When things were better.
“Go get it Tessa!” Tom shouted as he threw his dog Tessa the dog at a long distance.
“Don’t throw it too far Tom she could get lost!” You scolded him as you lay upon the spread out blanket while brushed up against the giant tree.
“I didn’t” He came towards you, got down and rested his head on top of your legs. You couldn’t help but run your hand through those luscious curls of his that lay on his head.
He looked up at you and smiled.
“What?” You smiled down at him.
“Nothing I just love you” His gazed at you with so much love in his eyes.
Request: can you do an imagine where justin misses Y/N and be clingy everytime they talk bc he’s on tour and with the help of Scooter and the crew, Y/N surprises justin on tour. love your imagines! <3
So sorry for the wait. Im a terrible writer. But I hope it was worth it.
Lectures - probably one of the most boring and time consuming activity incorporated into my daily week as a university student. The constant blabbing of a professor and failed ability to keep your eyes open only made the hours so much more unbearable.
The female professor currently diverging into a heavy lecture on the topic of economic perspectives was really beginning to become increasingly annoying - not that it wasn’t before - but at this current moment, I had never contemplated throwing a text book at a persons head more then I had now.
“From an economical point of view - the standpoint of where you are on the spectrum of wealth, age, health, income-” If I didn’t focus on something other then her voice soon, I was seriously going to cause a scene.
And that won’t look good on my report card.
If only someone were to come to my rescue and save me of my misery. A.K.A this class.
‘But that’s one thing that I know for sure. I’ll show you….’
The sound had my entire body stifling and eyes widening in cringing shock. All people within a 5 meter radius of me, turning my way with annoyed eyes. The professor at the front shot me a quick glare for interrupting her class, and as I dove for my phone, she continued to speak over the ringing.
I could of sworn I put it on silent before class.
Finally reaching the source, I managed to click the main switch and silence the phone, also setting it to vibrate only. A sigh of relief was blown through my nose, but was quickly drawn back in once seeing the name displayed amongst the screen.
A picture taken by Carl of Justin and I mucking about displayed against the name ‘Justin my baby boy ❤️❤️’.
I almost wanted to tear up at the name but managed to hold back the emotions and shove my phone back into my pocket. It had been months since I’d seen the boy and right now I knew he was in Sydney for the Hillsong conference.
The poor boy had a completely different time zone then me and was probably up real late at whatever time it was, waiting for an hour he knew I’d be free. Though something I had forgotten to mention to him was that they had rescheduled my lecture today.
After a second or two, silence from my phone finally overcame the blurring tone and all that was heard again was the professors voice. I listened intently, jotting down some notes as she spoke before once again, the ringing began.
Though it was nothing but a buzz this time, the sound was still audible throughout lecture hall, and once again, all attention was drawn back on me.
My first instinct at this moment being to just act like I couldn’t hear it and continue on with my work was a complete fail when the professor stopped and directed her eyes towards me, a scowl of disapproval present.
The professed folded her arms in clear annoyance, “Is there an emergency Miss L/N or are you deliberate trying to distract my class?” She called out in an annoyed tone.
Was she serious? It wasn’t like I was calling myself! I can’t control whoever was on the other line - that person more then likely being Justin.
“No professor,” I vigorously shook my head. “It’s just that my bo-”
“Phone.” She suddenly interrupted, drawing out an arm with grabby fingers. At her request I froze with a frown.
“What?” I questioned.
“Phone Miss L/N!” She called out. I would be lying If I said this woman didn’t scare me, and with a huff - not wanting to annoy the woman further - I slid my phone from my pocket and stood up.
I began my descent down the isle, feeling all eyes of many students following my figure with either a humoured, thankful or annoyed glare. Soon I was stood directly in front of the frightening woman, watching as she motioned me to place it in her hand.
And with a sigh, and a glance down at my boyfriends name, I sadly obliged.
My shoulders slumped as I watched her draw away back over to her desk, and began walking back to my seat with a sad aura. Friends from around all glanced back with sorry eyes and with one last huff, I slumped back in my seat.
The professor on the other hand was glancing down at the phone, obviously ready to roast the shit out of me. All professor’s were the same. They all knew who my boyfriend was and loved to have a go at me. Maybe they felt satisfaction in having power over a popstar’s girlfriend.
“’Justin my baby boy, love heart, love heart.’” She read out the contact name for the class to hear. Many chuckled at her announcement all except me, who slumped back in the chair with red cheeks. “I’m guessing this is Mr Bieber.”
Lord kill me now.
“I didn’t know you were so kinky Miss L/N.” She smirked. Was this even permitted? Though once again, the class laughed and I remained silent.
Suddenly, a ping was heard throughout the room, and the professor’s smirk grew as she looked down at my phone. “Justin wants you to call him as soon as you get this message. Or, and I quote ‘Baby girl please call me when you get this I miss you’re touch, sad face’.”
Why was she doing this?! Oh lord I feel so embarrassed.
Then another message rolled in, and as the professor smirked, scanning her eyes over the message, she suddenly paled over and it hadn’t taken me less then a minute to realise what had happened.
Justin tended to talk dirty when I didn’t pick up, it was a method he had which was to make me flush enough to the point where I got mad and called him back to verbally abuse him, which usually lead to a normal conversation.
“Uh, Y-You can take you’re phone back Y/N.” The professor suddenly stuttered. “You can call you’re boyfriend outside.” She announced, until she suddenly perked up, the professional manner once again taking over. “But you only have 5 minutes.”
With an exasperated nod, I made my way down the aisle, grabbing aholf of my phone and was out the door dialling the boys number.
The call hadn’t even made it through the first full dial before Justin’s voice was heard through the other side, his voice urgent and excited.
“Hey baby girl! God I missed you, What are you doing? Wait- don’t answer that you’re probably studying as usual. How are you?” The way the boy raced through his words had my heart swelling in adoration, it really showed how much he missed me.
With a chuckle, I glanced around at the few students bustling through the halls before sighing. “Slow down baby, I’m good. What about you?”
“I’m great! The Hillsong is really fun. But’s it’s kinda boring without you.” He muttered.
Awe my poor baby. “Yeah, I’ve seen some photo’s. You’ve actually been stopping to take some pictures with fans. It look’s fun. But don’t think too much about me, don’t let me spoil you’re fun.”
“I miss you.” He suddenly blurted and I chuckled heartily at the way he felt the need to tell me.
“Me too baby.”
“I wish you were here.” He sighed quietly. “How’s Uni?”
“I-It’s good.” I stuttered. “I’m actually in lecture hall right now.”
Justin’s voice ceased for a minute, before he suddenly spoke up with a shocked and apologetic tone, frantically spluttering words in urgency.” Oh shit! Are you getting lectured? Did I interrupt you? Shit baby I’m sorry. I didn’t kn-”
“Relax Jay.” I giggled. “It’s fine. I mean my professor publicly humiliated me but It backfired in her face when you started sending messages, and I got to leave the class for a bit. Win win, right?”
“Backfired in you’re professors face?” He questioned.
I sighed. “It’s a long story, I’ll facetime you later.”
“Facetime.” He muttered to himself. “I wish you were here to tell me instead.”
The way he spoke always made me feel so bad. I was the one who rejected his offer to go on tour with him but school came first, he always told me to never quit it considering he regret dropping out himself.
“I’m sorry baby.” I frowned, furrowing my eyebrows. But Justin’s voice once again came back with urgency.
“No it’s not you’re fault! I just miss you is all.”
“I know.” Then it was silent for a second before I decided to speak up. “What time is it over there?”
A few shuffling sounds were heard, as well as justin breathing an “Um.” before he spoke. “It’s 3:30.”
“In the afternoon?”
“In the morning.” He corrected.
I gasped. “Justin baby, you need to sleep!”
Though I could just picture Justin shaking his head. “I don’t need sleep, I need to hear you’re voice.”
His words, so charming, he knew just how to make a woman feel special, but overall I sighed. “Baby you have to be up early tomorrow and I’m sure Scooter will kill me if he knows I kept you up.”
“Scooters awake too.” Justin announced and I sighed muttering a ‘smartass’ under my breath.
“Well I gotta get back to my class anyways. At least before my professor eats me.” I muttered.
“Hey!” he growled. “Only I get to eat you.”
My cheeks heated at the sexual joke he pulled, sighing as i heard him chuckle through the line. “You are disgusting.” I whispered. “Alright, I’ll talk to you soon.”
“Okay.” He frowned.
And as I went to pull the phone from my face, he suddenly called. “Wait!”
“I love you.” He cheesed and I chuckled.
“Love you too babe.”
And then the line went dead. I felt bad for the boy, he’s been so clingy lately and I knew that was just a result of the distance and the lack of time we’d had to spend together. Now time for one more quick call.
With a few clicks of a button and a number of dials, the person finally picked up.
“Hello?” The raspy voice questioned.
“Scooter!” I exclaimed. “Hey, I need you’re help…”
The smiles of people from around were really beginning to get to me, a smile of my own plastered across my face. The way people where really respecting me here made me feel welcomed, they gave me space and most kept their phones away.
I waved at the girls currently calling my name, grateful that they ceased to take their phones out. They smiled, approaching me with an intent to converse and not take pictures, God I was enjoying this.
But I wish Y/N was here.
“Oh my gosh, hi.” A blonde smiled in a cute australian accent.
(A/N: Ew. I hate it. But Justin likes them so…. *sassily flicks hair over shoulder*)
“Were so excited you’re here.” She exclaims, motioning to the brunnette besides her who began vigorously shaking her head in agreement.
“Are you enjoying hillsong?” The brunnette asked.
I nodded, smiling down at the two, they looked young, but not child-like. Mature, maybe 16, no less then 15.
“I’m loving it. I love being able to exclaim what I believe, ya know?” I smiled to which the girls nodded.
“Yeah, I come every year, It’s a fun way to preach.” The blonde said.
“It is, isn’t it?” I agreed. “Yeah my friend Carl is a pastor and we came together, I just feel li-”
“Justin!” A voice suddenly exclaimed, interrupting me of my sentence, and I spun on my heels to spot scooter motioning me over. With a nod, I held a hand out to the two in front of me, a pout on their faces as I announced “One second girls.” But they nonetheless nodded.
“Yeah?” I questioned as I approached the man.
“Was I interrupting something?” He questioned.
With a glance back at the eager girls still eyeing me with patient eyes, I nodded. “A little.”
“Well in that case I should just leave.” This time, the voice came from somewhere behind the bulky man in front of me, this one being a familiar rasp of femininity who I had yet to hear in person for months.
My eyes widened, heart sinking but also speeding up momentarily. I felt mixed, emotions wise - happy, confused, joyful. She was here, really here. My baby girl.
“Y/N?!” I questioned with a hopeful mindset, some sort of doubt that it just might not have been her building within, but as I spot a petite body emerging from behind, that doubt withered into a joyous reunion.
“Baby!” I exclaimed, running forward. Catching Y/N In my arms, I lifted her and began twirling my baby girl around. She laughed, clutching into me for dear life when I finally settled her down.
“Are you really here?!”
At the words, she chuckled, reaching both arms to link behind my neck. “Yeah baby I’m here.” She clarified.
The smile on her face left me trailing my eyes over her lips, a tugging urge to lean forward and place mine against her’s was overpowering, and in a matter of seconds I found myself doing just that.
She wasted no time in returning the gesture, no surprise evident on her small being as she intensified the kiss. People around watched on with smiles, some with their phones out recording the scene before them but for once, I didn’t mind.
I wanted to remember this moment for the rest of my life. I had never missed her as much as I had now and now she was finally back in my arms. Slowly, we finally began pulling away with red cheeks, a slight blue tinge also from the lack of oxygen.
God, I missed those lips.
“Fuck I missed you.” I sighed, leaning my forehead against her own.
“I missed you too.” She whispered.
“But I mean, what about school?” I frowned.
Y/N only shrugged. “They can wait on me for a while. Besides, this is so much better then daily lectures.”
I chuckled, closing the space between us. I intertwined our lips once again, moving the flesh in sync with each others. Pins and needles shot up between the space she touched, the girl had me numb with her fingers yet I loved the feeling, just like I loved her. “ So much better.” I agreed.
Summary: AU. When the reader’s parents divorce, her mother
moves her to a new town, right next door to Bucky Barnes. This is their
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 820 (short and sweet)
Warnings: fluff and cuteness overload
I wanted to say thank you to everyone for reading and for the reblogs, likes, and especially the comments! It was only my second series and I had so much fun writing this that I’m sad to see it go. However, it has a fitting ending, I think. Thank you! <3
BTS Reaction to wanting to meet S/O parents but their S/O doesn't talk to their parents
It would upset him a bit, the fact that he wouldn’t be able to meet the people who created his absolutely amazing and beautiful S/O. Whether they were as perfect as them or not. So out of curiosity he asks,
“I don’t know, I’ve just never really gotten along with them. As well as other issues.” You mumble back in response.
He would hesitate before asking another question.
“Is it… not something that can be resolved through talking it out?”
You sigh, “No, Jin. It can’t be. Look, theres more or less always been issues with them and I don’t want them becoming involved with what we have. I’m so happy at the moment with it just being the two of us. I don’t want that to be ruined… Please try to understand that.”
He slides him arms around your waist pulling you into an embrace and places a soft peck on your forehead.
“Okay, my love. But just know that i’m here if you ever want to talk about or change your mind.”
Would probably be the most understanding of all of the members considering he had issues with his parents for a while. He wouldn’t see it as a issue that would effect your relationship as long as it wasn’t causing you any upset. And if it did he would encourage you to talk about it.
“It’s okay. I understand. Just know that I’m here if you ever want to talk about it. It’s not good to keep things bottled inside, trust me, I know. And hey, I’m in a relationship with you. Not your parents. We can live perfectly healthy and happily without them, right?”
You and Hobi had spent the day with his family as the Winter Holidays were approaching. You were driving back when he asks,
“So… Will I be able to meet your parents soon? I mean, you’ve never really talked about it. Meeting them or your parents in general.”
You and Hobi had been together for a few months now so you knew that this was going to come up at some point. And it’s true. You never really spoke about your parents.
“I… um. I don’t think so, babe. I don’t really get on with my parents. We’ve had some issues” You say.
His face drops,
“Issues? What kind of issues? Are you okay? Do you wanna talk about it?”
He would be more worried about your wellbeing and happiness rather than the relationship that you have with your parents.
“Maybe at one point. But I just rather you not meet them because of it all. Is that okay…?”
“Hmmm, I don’t know… Of course it is. I want to keep my Y/N as happy as I possibly can.” He would say, reaching over to hold and squeeze your hand.
Would probably as 1000 questions about it and whether it was something that could be talked through and resolved.
You would sigh frustrated,
“Namjoon, please, can we just leave it at that. I’m not comfortable being near or around them let alone you being around them. I don’t want to have a negative impact on our relationship. Like what is happening now. I’m worried that if you met them, this will become a frequent thing. Please, I don’t want that.”
He would see the upset and tears the threatened to spill from your eyes causing his chest to pang.
“Oh, baby. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have pushed you like that.”
He would pull you into a tight hug.
“It’s okay. We have each other and that’s all we need, right?”
You just got back to your apartment after running a few errands and was greeted by a very smiley Jimin. You laugh,
“You’re happy. What’s happened?”
“I just got off of the phone to my parents and they said that they want to meet you. In fact, I was scolded for not doing this sooner.” He beamed.
Your eyes widened and stomach twisted. Of course you wanted to meet his parents but you worried over the fact that you wouldn’t meet their expectations.
“Ayyeee, don’t look so worried. They already love you.”
Later that evening whilst you were eating your dinner, he brung up the question. “So, since you’re meeting my parents, when will I get yours?”
You took in a deep breath, preparing for whatever reaction before saying,
“Jimin, I don’t want you to meet them.”
“What?… Is it me?” You could hear the heartbreak in his voice
“No! Oh God, no. It’s not you baby. It’s them. I’ve had issues with my parents and I really don’t want getting involved in our relationship.”
“…Oh… Well. You’re apart of my family now. You’ve got nothing to worry about, okay?”
He made sure that when you met his family, you felt as at home as he did considering you were not able to have that with your own.
You guys were sat cross legged on your bed going through old childhood photos, but mostly his. Without a doubt, Tae was definitely a family man. You loved seeing his face light up whenever he talked about or was around family. Of course, going through old photos meant talking about the stories behind them.
“Ah, this is _______” He would say pointing out his cousin in the photo.
You laugh, “Yes Tae. I’ve met him”
“Oh yeah! Thinking about it, you’ve met quite a lot of my family actually. Ah, which bring me to ask. When am I going to meet yours? We’ve been together for seven months now.”
You hesitate before answering, “Tae, I don’t think I want you to meet my family. Or at least my parents..”
His hands that were shuffling through the stack of photos froze. He looks up at you frowning. As someone who grew up having a very close bond with his parents and the rest of his family, it was something that was hard to get his head around. So he asks,
“It’s just. My relationship with my parents isn’t the same as yours. We have had issues in the past and I don’t talk to them any more”
He sighs, placing the photos down on the bed.
Even though he struggled and try to convince you to sort things out, he would try to understand and come to support your decision.
“This doesn’t change our relationship. I don’t need to meet your parents to make our relationship any better. I have you and that is all I need.”
When you told him, he became upset. Not because he was unable to meet your parents but because he wished that you had a happy and healthy family life, similar to how he grew up. Of course, no one has the perfect family. It simply doesn’t exist. But for his beloved to have grown up with issues to the point they feel that they no longer want to keep in contact with their parents. That would break his heart.
“I’m sorry, jungkook”
“No, I’m sorry. Listen. You’ve got me now. You don’t have to talk to them if you really don’t want to. We have each other and that’s what is important. I love you, Y/N”