have fun tonight guys

12.12 coda

“Are you fucking kidding me,” Dean gasps. He pulls Castiel’s jacket off with both hands and doesn’t even bother shutting the door behind him. No point anyway. He bites down on Castiel’s lip without being cute about it.

“Dean,” Castiel hisses, helpless. His hands hover uselessly out to the sides as Dean pushes him deeper into his bedroom.

“‘I love you?’” Dean accuses, squeezing Castiel’s hips with those rough beautiful hands so hard that it would probably bruise anyone else. “Just like that, in front of everyone,” he says. He shoves Castiel down, hard.

Castiel bounces a little on the bed, right against Dean’s chest, quickly descending down on his. He looks like he was the one that got hit by a truck, eyes wide open in the oncoming headlights. “Dean.

“Don’t,” Dean growls, ripping Castiel’s shirt open. Buttons scatter to the floor. His skin is pale, smooth, unblemished beneath the cotton. Soft and pliant where his nails dig into it. “You couldn’t even look me in the eye, you coward.”

Castiel can’t deny it or defend himself.

“Your last words,” Dean adds, dangerously close to a sob. “Were going to be…”

He pulls back from Castiel’s face and pants into his mouth. His nose brushes against Castiel’s in a kiss of its own. His lashes are wet.

“I love you,” he whispers.

Castiel reaches up and wraps his arms around Dean’s neck, drawing him into a hug. He knows, intuitively, that Dean isn’t repeating his own words from before. He’s just stating a fact.

And quite a personal one, from the way his lip quivers. The kind of fact that’s unwavering, heartfelt and secret but truer all the same as the seconds tick by, which makes it that much harder to confess to somebody else.

All the breath in Castiel’s body leaves him at once, painfully. Dean doesn’t give him the chance to say anything else before he surges forward again and kisses him, wet lashes cool against his skin. He’s gentler with it than before. His hands, still tacky with dried blood, come up to loosen Castiel’s tie. It slithers limply in his grip, cool and silky, and Castiel gasps when the fabric slides across his nipple. Dean bunches it in his grip against his knitted-back-together side.

“The… door,” Castiel sighs.

Dean turns his head and kisses his cheek. His ear. The bolt of his jaw. Dragging his warm, slack mouth along the rough skin of his neck. “Doesn’t matter,” he tells him.

That’s his serious voice.

Castiel swallows hard. Dean licks a long line up the column of his throat.

“Just be with me,” Dean pleads. His hands go to Castiel’s belt. “God, I really thought I was going to lose you,” he laughs, a little hoarse.

“I really thought I was going to die,” Castiel confesses, just on the right side of hysterical. He lifts his hips up just enough that Dean can pull his pants down over the swell of his ass. Castiel hesitantly reaches up and runs one hand through Dean’s hair.

He walks his fingers down until he’s cradling Dean’s face. Their eyes catch, and hold.

Without another word, Castiel starts divesting Dean of his clothing. They kiss and they kiss and they kiss until their faces rub raw with stubble burn and their lips are red and wet. 

The door stays ajar, and the sounds of their hushed and anguished moans echo like old ghosts through the halls.

BRACELET

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“You guys having fun?”

The thousands of cheers from around the sold out stadium echoes through the cool night, every single one directed towards Justin. It’s kind of crazy to think about it - that people literally spend hundreds of dollars just to see him from what probably is a shitty seat at the back of an arena, but at the same time its flattering, and by now I bet his rather used to it.

“I don’t know if you guys heard me, Are you guys having fun tonight?!” He repeats into the mic, fiddling with the gold chain bracelet around his hand.

Once again the stadium filled with screams and cheers from the beliebers, this time twice as loud. I watch as Justin let his eyes drift over to the side of the arena, and decides to yell “Top row, you guys having up there?!” And they continue to cheer.

Then the other side, “What about this side, you guys having fun up there?!”

A small smile fell onto his face as he leans back and removes the gum from his mouth muttering, “Alright, as long as were having fun. Just livin’ the moment.”

Then continues to move forward and lightly strum the first notes to Cold Water. A second later his hand moves back to his mouth, placing the gum he removed earlier back inside. I can’t help but roll my eyes at my boyfriends indecisiveness. Once more he continues to strum the guitar before for the third time, removing his hand and looking down onto the chain.

“This damn bracelet is annoying.”

Suddenly moving his wrist towards the guitar and using his bracelet to tap the strings while saying, “You see all this noise, I don’t like that noise. It sounds wrong. I’m not diggin’ it.”

I can’t help but smile. Its so cute when he just speaks his mind, and I can tell the crowd feels the same since I do notice a few people chuckling up the front.

Turning towards the wings of the stage, where Scooter, I and the backstage crew are all standing, he jokingly adds, “See Y/N this is your fault - Giving me this bracelet.”

After fumbling around with it for a while trying to remove it, he grumbles “Stupid bitch.” Under his breath, causing not only me but the crowd to laugh. “One second guys.” He announces.

While still attempting to take off the bracelet I bought him for our 3 year anniversary, he decides to make a witty joke, beginning it with, “Why did the chicken cross the road?”

The crowd actually responded with a whole lot of “Why’s?” And justin immediately respondes with “He wanted to get to the other side.”

A small smile cracks his lips as the crowd chuckles at his terrible joke and even chose to acknowledge how dumb it was by adding, “That was stupid.” then adds “but it was funny.”

Finally giving up, his head shoots up to look around the crowd asking “Does someone wanna come help me get this off my wrist?”

Girls from the crowd shoot up and cheer immediately with there hands in the air. As for Justin who is still sitting and waiting for someone come to his rescue. Scooter waists no time in suddenly beginning to push on my back, motioning me forward.

“What?”

“Go help him.” He demands with a smirk.

“What?!” My eyes trail down my body, instinctively cringing at my purpose sweatpants and staff hoodie I chose to wear. I looked terrible. “Nah-ah. No way.”

“Who cares about what your wearing, go help him!” He chuckles.

“I care! Plus I don’t wanna just walk out on stage! That’s scary.” I pout but scooter shows no remorse.

“Just go!” He puts his arms on my shoulders and pushes me out onto the stage. This time, I can’t turn back because by the way every one in the crowd has heightened there screams, they’ve definitely seen me.

I sigh and mentally note ‘there no turning back now’ before jogging forward over to the seat Justin was seated on by the edge. Justin’s eyes trail around the stage, looking for the reason the screams in the crowd have increased, and once seeing me making my way over, smiles and extends a hand for me to grab.

I don’t hesitate to reach for his gesture and quickly dash over to remove this bracelet as fast as I can so I can get off the stage as soon as possible. At first, Justin is no help at all. Instead, he begins rubbing my arm and trying to get me to sit and stay next to him. “Justin, stop fidgeting.” I laugh.

Justin shrugs his shoulders as if not having any idea what I was talking about before settling and begins cooperating with the process. This bracelet is so damn stubborn! But after some pull and tug, Justin says, “Pull it from this side.”

“Yeah, and you unclip it from over there.”

The crowd aw’s in affection at our teamwork.

As we work together and finally get the bracelet removed, I jump up in achievement and grab a hold of the bracelet myself. As I’m about to make my way back off stage, Justin grabs my arm and pulls me back pouting. “Stay.”

I chuckle nervously and take a glance at the screaming crowd in anticipation, finally turning back to Justin to shake my head.

“Oh c'mon!” He encourages, grabbing my hip and pulling me towards him. I fall onto the seat beside him, my back pressed against his side while his arm rest around my waist. “Have a little fun. I’ll sing you a nice sooong.” He coo’s as if I was a child. “give you a little kiiiss. We can cuddllle.”

“Shut up.” I chuckle to which Justin smiles.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Meanwhile, the crowd has hit the fan, their cheers going wild in a frenzy of excitement. Justin places his arm around my shoulders while using his hand to hold the right notes on the guitar neck. His other hand strumming lightly at the body.

After commenting about how terribly the guitar is tuned, he finally begins singing Cold water in a soft, melodic tone.

“Everybody gets high sometimes you know…What else can we do when were feelin’ low? - C'mon sing it with me baby!”

I chuckle at his enthusiasm and decide to not ruin the song and just keep my mouth shut, but frozen with a smile.

“So I wanna lay with you told I’m old!” He sang, causing my to furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

“Baby you sang it wrong.” I whispered into his side.

Still strumming the guitar, he looks over at me “Really? I did? Well then how does it go?”

“It goes, ’What else can we do when were feelin’ low? So take a deep breath and let it go -…” I quickly sing as Justin smirks.

I hadn’t realised that justin had actually moved the mic towards me, causing my voice to echo throughout the entire arena, the crowd cheering like crazy in the background while Justin smirked menacingly.

“Hey!” I pouted. “You stuffed the lyrics on purpose!”

“How’d you know?” He chuckled sarcastically. “Well, since you started it you gotta finish. C'mon baby lets go!”

In the Rough

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5 (you are here), part 6, part 7, part 8, based on @skygemspeaks’s prompt



Previously: As soon as Yuuri has settled into his role as Prince Victor’s personal bodyguard, his childhood friend Prince Phichit appears. Yuuri fears for his secret, as there is no doubt that his friend will be more than surprised to find Yuuri here, in the palace of the Nikiforovs.

Yuuri’s blood runs cold when he hears the crier announce the incoming royal.

“Presenting His Royal Highness, Crown Prince of the Southeast, Phichit Chulalont!”

Of all the royals that could possibly be visiting during Yuuri’s tenure here, the only one that could possibly be worse than Phichit would be Mari. He and Prince Phichit (affectionately dubbed Phichan by a three year old Yuuri) have been friends since Phichit was born, and there’s no one in the world that knows Yuuri better. They played together as children, and rode together during their many visits to each other’s respective kingdoms. They even lived together for a time, when they took a few years to travel for their schooling. In fact, it’s not uncommon (or wasn’t uncommon, Yuuri guiltily thinks) for the two of them to sleep in the same bed; they’ve been doing it since they were children. At one point Yuuri’s parents had even wondered whether the two of them should be betrothed, but they both vehemently refused. They were much better off as friends, they knew. Besides, Phichit is in love with one of his guards, which Yuuri mercilessly teases (teased) him about regularly.

Yuuri has no doubt that Phichit has been made aware of his disappearance, but he also remembers writing the boy several letters when Mari first started to pull away. He can only hope that when– not if –Phichit recognizes him, that he manages to put the two together before he exposes Yuuri.

Luckily, Victor is still not here (though he will be soon) and the Tzar is overseeing Prince Yuri’s lessons after one too many ditching attempts. For once, Yuuri is alone in the throne room.

By the time Phichit and his entourage (Seung-Gil, Leo, and Guang-Hong, all of whom Yuuri knows well) arrive in a throne room, Yuuri is kneeling, as is proper. He’s sweating from nerves, and it’s all he can do to keep his voice from shaking when he speaks in Phichit’s native language, accent near perfect from years of practice.

“I formally apologize for making you wait. His Highness will be here soon, so please, make yourself comfortable.”

He hears Phichit’s sharp intake of breath and knows he’s been found out. “On your feet, soldier. Let me see your face.”

Slowly, so slowly, Yuuri rises to face him. He can hear footsteps coming from a direction of Victor’s bedchambers, and meets Phichit’s eyes desperately. In the few seconds that it takes for Victor and Otabek to reach a throne room, the two of them reach a silent agreement, a complex conversation that’s only possible because of how well they know each other.

A wide-eyed, desperate look. I’ll explain everything, I promise.

A look of disbelief. Yuuri, is it really you?

Lowered eyes for just a second. Later. I’ll tell you everything, just please play along.

The barest hint of tears. I missed you.

Bowed head. …I missed you too, Phichan.

A hand on the shoulder. You’ll explain later?

A tiny nod. I swear.

A light squeeze on the shoulder before pulling away. Okay.

The other three pairs of eyes widen in recognition as well, but they stay silent. If their prince isn’t going to say anything, Yuuri is sure that they won’t either; those men are nothing if not loyal.

“Yuuri,” Victor whines, jumping on his back with his entire bodyweight. “I missed you!”

Yuuri can’t help but glance over at Phichit self-consciously. The boy looks amused, eyebrow raised and arms crossed. Yuuri can read him like a book, but he can’t afford to react any differently from how he normally would, or Otabek may suspect something.

He pries Victor off gently but firmly. “Victor, you’re being extremely rude. Besides, it’s been less than an hour since I saw you last.”

“An hour too long,” Victor says, kissing Yuuri’s hand dramatically. Yuuri privately agrees with him, but that’s an issue for another time, especially since Victor is just teasing. “Though I suppose you’re right. I apologize, Your Highness. Welcome back to our palace. I assume that your trip went without issue?”

“Of course.” Phichit says with a mischievous smile, glancing at Yuuri for a fraction of a second. “I’m more than glad to be back, especially now that I’m finally here. I see you’ve inducted a new member of your staff.”

Victor’s grin is blinding, and Yuuri doesn’t know how to process it. He’s noticed that Victor carries himself like a man who has known loneliness; it seems as though he’s attached to Yuuri in the same way that a child would attach itself to a blanket. “Isn’t he great? So polite and well behaved. I’m proud to call him my personal bodyguard.”

“May I ask his name?” Phichit’s eyes sparkle with concealed mirth that Yuuri is sure only he can see.

“Of course!” Victor claps his hands once in excitement; he always does seem to enjoy showing Yuuri off. “His name is Yuuri Nishigori, of Yutopia. He saved my life in the forest, so I decided to bring him here and give him a job as a reward.”

Guang-Hong laughs when he hears Yuuri’s “name,” but manages to cover it up as a cough. “Excuse me.”

Yuuri gives him a severe look. Don’t forget I know about your affair with Leo. Not, of course, that Phichit would care, but it’s nice to have some blackmail material on his friends once in a while.

“Excuse my guard, he’s laughing at my antics. I must admit to some deception, Prince Victor,” Phichit says with a small grin.

Victor raises and eyebrow in that way that Yuuri has noticed means that he’s mildly amused. “Oh?”

Phichit nods. “You see, Yuuri and I have already met.”

Oh no, Phichit please no. Yuuri’s grip on the hilt of his sword anxiously.

“It’s a story quite similar to yours, actually.” Phichit smiles at Yuuri. I’ve got this. “I was travelling the continent for school a few years ago, and I wandered from the caravan of boredom. I found a view I particularly liked and wandered too close to the edge of a cliff. Your guard saved my life.”

Yuuri remembers that day, actually. Phichit had scared the life out of him, wandering off like that.

“Phichan, why would you go so close to the edge? You could have died!” Yuuri could feel his heartbeat in his throat. “If I’d lost you…”

Phichit was shaking, his usual grin far from his face. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“In fact, we became friends soon after.” Well, that’s a bold-faced lie, but Yuuri can’t expect anything different if he wants to keep his secret safe.

Victor looks at Yuuri with wide eyes. “Wow! My Yuuri is so amazing, why didn’t you tell me that you knew another royal?”

I know several, actually. Phichit just happens to be the one that’s here. “It, uh, it never came up, I suppose.”

“You were named for the missing prince, right Yuuri?” Phichit cuts in.

When Yuuri nods, Victor looks confused. “What do you mean, missing prince?”

“Ah, I forget how cut off this country is from its neighbors,” Phichit says, looking apologetic and slightly sad. The sadness, Yuuri can tell, is entirely real. He feels a sharp twinge of guilt about causing it. “Yutopia’s prince, Yuuri Katsuki, went missing several months past. He’s a very dear friend of mine.”

There’s a short period of silence, where Yuuri is sure that Victor is trying to find the appropriate words to respond to a revelation like this.

“Victor, if I may make a suggestion,” Otabek says, startling them all. “Pardon my intrusion into your conversation, but perhaps, for the duration of the prince’s stay, Nishigori should stay with his company. It may make the prince more comfortable, and I am willing to take over for him for and few days.”

Yuuri blinks. Otabek has just opened a way for him to spend time with Phichit and explain himself, without even knowing what he was doing.

He’s sure that Victor is about to protest, but there’s a distinct moment when any protests die. The look of absolute gratitude on Phichit’s face could melt a heart of stone.

“I… I suppose… that would be fine,” Victor manages. His hesitation confuses Yuuri, but the confusion is overpowered by something else.

He only vaguely notices the glances Victor keeps sneaking at him for the rest of the night, and he doesn’t think about what they mean. He’s going to miss spending time with Victor one on one, but it’s only for a few days. Besides, Phichit is going to be spending a lot of time in a presence of the royal family anyway, so things won’t be so different.

As soon as the two of them close the door to Phichit’s bedchamber later that night, Yuuri finds himself being tackled on all sides by four overexcited men. Leo, Guang-Hong, and Seung-Gil look skeptical when Yuuri explains his reasons for vanishing, but Phichit– Phichan, who knows how Yuuri’s mind works, who knows everything about him –nods and understands. He swears to keep the secret, as long as Yuuri promises in turn to be home in time for his sister’s coronation.

It’s enough, for now.

Pit-A-Pat (Part 1)

Originally posted by mvssmedia

fuckboy!jungkook // high school au

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader

Genre: Smuttish, Romance

Word Count: 3.1K

Description: It all started when Jeon Jungkook moved into the house next door during the first year of high school. His popularity was given as his looks are extraordinary, and not to mention his outstanding grades. Everyone thinks of Jungkook as the perfect person with his good looks, perfect grades, and rich parents. However, Y/N thinks apart from that.

A/N: This wasn’t supposed to be a series but oops. 

MASTERLIST


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260317 SWC V LA

Onew didn’t grab his mic for replay so key ran after him and handed it to him ㅋㅋ
cr: keyoemi

someone in the front was recording and key got right up in her camera rip that girl 😱😱😱
cr: keyoemi

TAEMIN IS ON ONE! HE DID 3 SPINS IN THE MIDDLE OF FEEL GOOS & ALMOST HIT MINHO😂😂I feel like hes gonna bust out his clothes
cr: ontaekey_

Minho: Welcome to SHINee World!

Key: We’ve always wanted to come here for a shinee world concert, right? Not for kcon, not for a kpop concert. I wanted to come for a swc.

Taemin: Today is the last day of the North America show so let’s fire it up!

Taemin: We had a lot of good meals to eat.
Key: We had In n Out

Key:This is real guys. You are not watching youtube right now.

Jonghyun: You are so passionate today. We thought deeply how we should show you our performance this time. I’m honored that you are the last audience that we are performing to.

Interpreter: you guys are very passionate today.
Taemin (in English): you guys are… very… passionate today

Jinki: the louder your cheers, the better we are!
Crowd: *loses their shit*
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Taemin: We will do our best until the end of the show today

Jonghyun: We are going back to Korea tomorrow.. so sad. Taemin learned so much english.

Minho: I really miss LA.. actually today, i watched NBA. Actually i’m.. lakers fan.. my favorite basketball player is Kobe Bryant… but today lakers dont have a game.. but i watched la clippers… but they lose.. today i ate hotdog and in n out… SHINee like In n Out

Key said Minhos jersey was $300 and Minho said “shhh the price is secret” lol
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Key was trying to recall some lyrics from LaLa land to sing but was having trouble so Minho said “are you ok?”
cr: yitaem

Key told us not to miss the power Ranger movie
cr: yitaem

they were talking about the movie la la land and key and minho were trying to copy the poses from the movie poster. before that minho was talking about basketball and key was like “i know nothing about basketball so what did you do today”
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Minho just dabbed and now MinKey are making silly poses together pfffft
cr: keyoemi

MINHO: *talks about sports*
Key: “I don’t know what your talking about anyways what did you eat today”
😂😂😂😂
cr: ontaekey_

Key: What were you guys talking about?
Taemin: Why you come hurry.

Key: what were you guys talking about?
Taemin (in English): why you.. come.. hurry. Please call.. your friend.. minho
cr: TrashyJongTae

Jinki: I would like to come back to see you again. its only 13 hours

Taemin:The reason i like LA so much is because the weather is so great. I hope i could come back again to see you all. thank you

Jonghyun: Thank you so much for cheering us on. it was all thanks to you that we could finish so well.

Interpreter:let’s take a picture!
Taemin (in English): let’s take a picture!
Taemin (in korean): let’s take a picture outside!
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Taemin doing an impression of Key
Taemin: ARE YOU GUYS HAVING FUN TONIGHT???
then hides face behind hood
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Jinki: Please put it down (the banners) so we can see your face
Minho: 1, 2, 3 CHEESEuu~
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Lonely Hearts Club (One Shot)

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Jealous Bucky, tons of smut (NSFW)

Word Count: 3195

Summary: Y/N is set on not going to the Lonely Hearts party with Wanda and Nat. After a humiliating breakup in front of the team, she wants to get through this Valentine’s Day as quickly and painlessly as possible. That is until Bucky helps convince her that the party may not be a bad idea after all.

Author’s Notes: This is my first all out smut piece. So… um… yeah.  I seriously hate Valentine’s Day with a passion.

Originally posted by wintersoulja

Originally posted by perfectfeelings

“Oh come on Y/N! Please come out with us tonight!” Wanda begged from the couch. I rolled my eyes playfully as she launched one of Tony’s throw pillows in my direction.

“You know it’s going to actually be a lot of fun,” Nat chastised.

I grimaced at the thought. “But I hate Valentine’s Day – I would rather just stay here and binge watch Netflix with a bottle or two of wine,” I complained. It was true – I absolutely hated Valentine’s Day – especially after being dumped on New Year’s Eve in front of everyone. I really just wanted to wallow in my loneliness and get through the day as painlessly as possible. “What’s the party theme again?” I asked cautiously – I didn’t want to give them false hope that they would no doubt latch onto.

“It’s a lonely hearts party. It will be a lot of fun! You can wallow and party with all the single people,” Nat chuckled as Wanda bobbed her head excitedly.

“That sounds so stupid,” I groaned in exasperation. I knew it was all in vain. There was no way I could get myself out of going.

“What are you all talking about?” Bucky’s voice came from behind me causing me to jump and turn a deep shade of scarlet.

Nat snickered at my reaction as Wanda launched into her sale’s pitch of the party. She was hell-bent on talking everyone into it if she could. After listening patiently Bucky turned to look at me – his eyes narrowing slightly, “Are you going?” he asked carefully.

My heart did a backflip. Was he asking to mock me or because he wanted to go if I was going? I swallowed thickly before answering. “Um well… I guess,” I answered defeated as he smirked slightly.

“I guess Steve and I can tag along too. We don’t have anything else to do. You know Sam will be down if there are single chicks there,” he shrugged slightly before sauntering out of the room. My eyes remained glued to him unapologetically as I watched the way his muscles moved under the thin fabric of his shirt.

“EARTH TO Y/N,” Nat called from above me.

“Er what?” I asked embarrassed. I could feel the blush creeping up my neck and face again. They had totally just caught me.

“Are you done eye-fucking Bucky or should we give you a minute?” Nat chuckled as I gasped. She had my full attention now. “We’re leaving at 7 – make sure you’re ready on time!” she added. I shook my head nervously as I chewed on my bottom lip.


It was always impossible to not notice Bucky – mainly because of his sheer physical presence, but I had found myself especially distracted by him in the last few weeks. When Jonathan had dumped me at Tony’s New Year’s party Bucky had been the one to physically remove him, maybe a little too physically, out of the party. A week later I had a dreamed about Bucky – which had caused me to wake up saying his name, and covered in sweat. Since then I couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to feel his mouth against my lips and other places.

I tried my damnedest to not gawk, but found it increasingly difficult when he walked around in nothing but his low cut sweats, which happened to be a staple of his wardrobe. One day I unwillingly took a roundhouse kick to the head in the training room because I had grown distracted by the way his muscles tensed as he sparred with Steve. That had gotten his attention some how and he had gone out of his way to make me as uncomfortable as possible. Sitting closer to me on the couch, brushing his leg against mine under the dinner table; the torment seemed endless, but he never made a move. Each time he caught my eyes on him the corner of his mouth would twitch into a smirk.

The idea of him going to the party made me both excited and nervous as I readied myself. I changed at least twenty times before becoming frustrated and stomping down the hallway to Wanda’s apartment in search of something to wear. I always had a little anxiety when I went to her for fashion advice and tonight was no different as I walked out of her apartment wearing a very short black sequin dress with black pumps.

“You look amazing!” She assured me as we both walked down the hall towards the common room where we were going to meet the others. I shot her a side-eye without speaking, and she blushed. “You wore your good lingerie, right?” She whispered as we neared the room.

“Oh for Christ’s sake Wanda!” I exclaimed, a little too loud, as we neared the group effectively drawing attention to myself.

“Damn Y/N!” Sam exclaimed as the others looked up, but I was focused on one person’s reaction. Bucky’s eyes looked at me appreciatively for a moment as he bit his bottom lip slightly before turning to say something to Steve.

Well maybe I didn’t look as good as Sam thought after all.


We arrived at the party when it was already in full swing. Bucky had effectively ignored me the entire ride which had soured my mood. I had only come because he had seemed genuinely interested in if I was going. Upon entering the venue, I immediately grabbed Wanda’s hand and we made a beeline straight to the bar.

“The only way I’m getting through tonight is if I’m hammered,” I muttered to her miserably as the bartender slid us both two shot glasses of tequila.

“Oh come on Y/N! There are a lot of cute guys here – let’s just have fun tonight. No regrets!” she exclaimed before we threw back our shots and ordered more.

Fifteen minutes, and several shots of tequila later I had put Bucky to the back of my mind. Wanda was right – after a month of wallowing I deserved to have some fun. I scanned through the crowd in search of a cute guy to dance with before locking eyes with Bucky, who had a girl hanging all over him. I grimaced – I guess I had misread all the subtle remarks he had made towards me. Worse yet, maybe he had just been fucking with me as some sort of joke. Anger sparked in me as I took my eyes from him and continued to scan the room— finally finding a man across the dance floor who smiled warmly at me before making his way towards the bar.

“Care to dance?” he asked casually as he offered me his hand.

I smiled at him politely. “I would love to,” I answered as I placed my hand in his and turned my eyes slightly towards Bucky’s direction. He was watching me like a hawk and didn’t seem very pleased. Serves you damn well – I thought to myself as I followed the man to the dance floor.

As the man and I danced my worries began to melt away. I was actually having fun for the first time in a long time. I felt free as I enjoyed the company of my partner while our bodies swayed together with the music. As he spun me out from him I felt cool metal wrap around my wrist – I turned in surprise to come face to face with Bucky. “Care if I cut in?” he asked cockily as he pulled me into him. After taking in the sight of Bucky the man shrugged in defeat, not wishing to anger the super soldier.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I hissed between my teeth as I tried to push him away.

He chuckled at my feeble attempt and pulled me closer. “I’m dancing with you,” he responded – a hint of humor in his eyes.

“Well I don’t want to dance with you,” I spat as I pushed him away again. This time his arms fell from me as the trace of humor in his face vanished. I turned on my heel, determined to get far away from him, and fled towards the exit as I internally chastised myself for coming to the stupid party in the first place.


Once I was outside I leaned my back onto the brick building as I sighed heavily. I would have to try to get a cab which would be next to impossible on Valentine’s Day. I huffed as I pushed off the brick wall and walked to the edge of the sidewalk – luckily just in time for a cab to pull up to drop off more party goers. I gratefully slid into the vacant backseat and was about to give the driver the address before the back door opened and Bucky slid in beside me.

“Oh no you don’t. This is my cab!” I exclaimed in exasperation. “Find your own cab!”

“Doll – do you know how hard it is to find a cab in this city on Valentine’s Day?” he responded with a laugh.

“Get out now!” I demanded.

“Or what? You’ll walk all the way to Stark Tower?” he laughed as I scoffed. “How about this,” he added as he raised his hands in defense. “I’ll pay since you spent all your money on tequila.” I blushed at this. In my anger I had forgotten that I had absolutely no money with me.

“Fine,” I muttered as Bucky joyfully gave the address to the driver.

We rode in silence for part of the journey as I fumed beside Bucky. Now that I was alone with him I was finding it increasingly difficult to be angry at him. His proximity to me was enough to make my heart race.

He shifted beside me causing me to turn to face him. “I’m sorry, doll,” he muttered sheepishly. There was no humor in his eyes at this – he was genuinely apologizing. “I saw you with him and I…. well I got jealous,” he shrugged apologetically.

I could feel my face flush at this revelation as my heart threatened to actually jump out of my chest. “If… if you were jealous why didn’t you…” I began to ask but he cut me off.

“Look – I don’t know how to do this… I mean… I’ve um not been chaste since I’ve been with the Avengers… but I don’t know how to…” he broke off flustered. He was usually so well composed that his behavior was throwing me off.

“How to what, Buck?” I asked as my hand grazed over his.

“How to be with someone for more than a night,” he muttered embarrassed as he adverted his gaze from me.

“Well step one is to not be a giant ass,” I retorted which made him genuinely laugh as he turned to look at me again.

“Forgive me please?” he asked.

“I’m sure you can make it up to me,” I whispered as I grazed my fingers playfully over his. His breath hitched slightly at the contact. His eyes darkened with lust as his fingers grasped mine.

“How can I make it up to you?” he whispered – his hot breath tickling my skin as he nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck. It was enough to remind me of the growing feeling that was pooling between my legs. I knew exactly how he could make it up to me. Suddenly the cab just wasn’t moving fast enough for me.

I was flustered at his advances. He chuckled into my ear as he nibbled on the lobe – causing me to yip in surprise. He pulled away only slightly when the cab driver checked on us in his rearview mirror. As soon as the driver’s attention was back on the road Bucky resumed his assault on all my senses. His metal hand gently pushed my legs apart as his fingers travelled lazily up my inner thigh. They made their slow ascent tantalizing close to the underwear that I knew were already soaked through. I instinctively bucked my hips slightly – aching for some sort of contact with him. He chuckled lightly as he pushed me back into the seat. “Patience,” he whispered as his fingers played with my panty line. I didn’t want patience – all I wanted was for him to be inside of me – I wanted to know how it felt for him to fill me with himself.

“Bucky,” I whimpered so lowly that only he could hear.

“Shhh,” he cooed as he touched me through the lace of my underwear. “Mmm so wet for me.” I nodded my head enthusiastically as I bucked my hips in desperation again. Hoping for more. Bucky clicked his tongue at me as he pushed my hips sternly back into the seat. “Dancing with another man to make me jealous,” he chuckled as he began peppering my neck with kisses. “What am I going to do with you?” he whispered tantalizingly into my ear. It was less like a question and more like a promise. Suddenly his hand quickly pushed my underwear to the side as he slid a metal finger into me – eliciting a groan that I tried to cover with a cough. “Mmm,” he sighed as he pulled his finger out and gave me a wink before casually sticking it  into his mouth and licking it clean. “Just how I imagined,” he chuckled as the cab pulled to the curb next to Stark Tower. I would have lost it then and there if it hadn’t been for the cabbie speaking to Bucky as he handed him his change.

The walk into the building was a blur. I only had a singular desire – to get Bucky back to my room and fuck the life out of him. As the elevator doors closed it was my turn to take him by surprise. I crashed my body into his – pressing myself to him tightly as my lips found his in a clash of tongues, and teeth. He moaned lightly as he pressed his hips into me – allowing me to feel the full extent of his erection. I broke away from him when the ding of the elevator alerted us that we had made it to our floor. I hastily grabbed his hand and began dragging him to my room. He stopped me short at his door. “How about we go to my room?” he whispered to me.

“Sure,” I shrugged. I didn’t care where we were as long as we were horizontal soon.  When he opened the door I gasped – his bedroom was covered in lit candles and flowers. He pulled me in with a grin on his face – closing the door quickly behind me. “Is this for… me?” I asked amazed.

“I wasn’t expecting quite what happened tonight but I wanted to do something special for you. You deserve…” he was cut off by my lips crashing against his. He chuckled into our kiss as he guided me to the bed. I laid myself on it as he positioned himself over me and gently lowered himself so I could feel the weight of his body. The feeling of his erection pushing against my thigh made me moan as I ground my hips into his. “What do you want?” he whispered lightly as he broke away from our kiss.

“You,” I whispered as my hands slid under his shirt – feeling the grooves of his muscular frame.

“Your wish is my command, doll,” he chuckled as his hands lifted up my dress slowly. Once he had managed to completely remove it he pulled back with a smirk on his face.

“What?” I asked flustered and embarrassed.

“You’re just so fucking beautiful,” he whispered as his hands caressed every inch of my body. “You deserve to be worshiped,” he murmured as he peppered my breasts with kisses while his hands pulled away my underwear. I bucked my hips again at the contact of his cold metal fingers with my clit. “Do you like that?” he mumbled as he inserted a finger into me slowly pulling it in and out as his thumb rubbed in circular motions, causing my wetness to grow. My breath hitched as he quickened the pace of his finger – adding another for good measure. I could feel my walls tightening as my body built up for a spectacular orgasm. Bucky could sense it too. He quickly pulled his fingers from me and dipped his head between my legs bringing his mouth to me and licking up my wetness. I twisted my fingers into his hair as I bucked my hips one last time – driving his tongue deeper into me. That’s all it took. I spilled over onto his face as he hummed appreciatively.

He pulled away wiping his face on the back of his hand as he quickly removed his pants finally releasing what I had been wanting to see. I gasped at the sight of him as he turned to me with a smirk before resuming his place on top of me. “You’re sure?” he whispered as he looked at me.

“God yes. Bucky, fuck me,” I pleaded as I spread my legs to accommodate him. He lined himself up and thrust himself into me quickly. I groaned in pleasure – being full of him felt as good as I had imagined. I began to roll my hips as he glided in and out of me.

“God, you feel amazing,” he groaned as he unclasped my bra and played with my breasts. I shifted so he could enter deeper and he moaned with appreciation. “What do you want doll?” he asked – his eyes clouded with desire.

“I want you to have your way with me,” I responded with a smirk as I rolled my hips – eliciting another moan. That’s all he needed. Bucky began thrusting into me with an intensity that caused the tightness to coil in my muscles again.

“I want you to cum for me again,” he whispered into my ear as he pounded into me faster and deeper. I was so close I couldn’t waste time responding.

I tipped over the edge again as I called out his name. He moaned my name as my orgasm caused his own climax. He froze for a moment before pulling himself out and laying on his back. He gathered me into his arms and we laid in silence as our breathing slowed.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” he finally admitted with a grin.

“Me too,” I responded as I snuggled my head shyly into his neck.

“Well we probably should do it more often,” he chuckled.

“I agree, but maybe tonight we can snuggle and watch Netflix?” I asked tentatively. My body wasn’t ready for round two.

Bucky chuckled as his fingers drew patterns up and down my back. “Whatever you want, doll. As long as I get to spend time with you…. I’m okay with anything.”

“Careful what you say Sargent Barnes,” I giggled as I squeezed him tightly.

He chuckled at my warning. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N,” he whispered into my hair as I drifted to sleep.


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What Fate Wants

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 2,286

Summary: You had - with the help of your friend - decided that four years was long enough to wait for something that was exclusive to fairy-tales. However, fate had a different plan for how your blind date would go.

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When Dad Isn’t Home (Spencer Reid x Reader)

Request fill for @minim236 who asked for, “Can you please do a Spencer x reader where she’s Hotch’s daughter and they are secretly dating and they get caught by the team?” Here’s some misadventures in babysitting! Un-beta’d. Hope you enjoy! xx


“Y/N, I was calling to ask if you could pick Jack up after school and stay with him tonight. I’m sorry for the late notice but this paperwork is taking way longer than anticipated and I want to get it done before his soccer game tomorrow,” you heard your dad’s voice through the receiver. He sounded drained.

“Uh, yeah.” You were supposed to go out with Spencer tonight, but seeing as that your dad had no idea you were dating, nonetheless dating one of his employees, you couldn’t really use that as an excuse. Spencer would understand anyways. “That’s fine, dad. What time does he get out?”

“2:35. Thank you, Y/N. I really do appreciate it.”

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Happy New Year

Summary: Y/N is forced to go to a New Year’s Eve party by her best friend, Sam Wilson. But when the man tries to set her up with his colleague, Bucky Barnes, Y/N realizes the party might not be so terrible after all.

Warning: cursing

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Being dumped by your boyfriend on Christmas was one of the most humiliating things you had ever been through. You could still remember the tears that had burned your eyes as he left your apartment without looking back, every dream of a future together disappearing with him.

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Blind Date

Summary: After plenty of failed blind dates, there’s one that finally works out, thanks to a stranger.

Characters: Reader x Tom Holland + squad

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,722

A/N: I can’t take credit for the plot because it was all Okina’s (@gounderoos) idea! I honestly didn’t think I could write this out so fast, but it was such an easy one to write for some reason. Enjoy!


Ever since you started having crushes in middle school, you were open to having that innocent love that all your friends seemed to have. However, you struggled and were never able to get to that level. As you got older, you thought that love would come your way eventually, but it never did. You attended homecoming and prom, third wheeling with your best friend and boyfriend, who were always too kind to you and never made you feel awkward about the situation. You were just unfortunate to be that person who was open to dating, but no one ever approached you. You didn’t know why because you knew you were a good person, more than average in appearance, you thought, and an overall vibrant personality.

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((I swear I do actually draw real art on the streams…….. sometimes…………..))

anonymous asked:

Just thought i'd send you a head cannon for tue. The claws vlad uses to seperate danny's ghost half and human halfs; were fashioned out of wulf's claws.

That… is some quality fridge horror right there, wow. Accepted.

Horny : Joe Sugg Smut

(basically y/n and joe are best friends and end up complaining to each other about how horny they are)


You and Joe climb out of the uber, after a night out, bother very intoxicated. Everyone else decided to back to the Maynard/Pieters flat but you and Joe were feeling too tired to continue the party. After a lot of trips and small giggles, you both made it up to Joe’s flat.

“I can not believe that girl slapped Jack,” You laughed, thinking back to what had happened earlier. “She was so angry!”

Joe laughed along with you. “To be fair he probably deserved it, apparently he’s been leading her on for months.”

“Doesn’t surprise me.” You laughed again, walking over to sofa.

You kicked off your shoes and sat back on the sofa. Joe went over to the kitchen, grabbing two bottles out of the fridge.

“Really, Joe? I thought you were ready for bed?”

“I was,” Joe grinned, opening the bottles and walking over to you. “But not anymore.”

Before he sat down with you, he turned on the TV and grabbed the remote control, flicking the channel onto something you’ve never watched before. You took a few sips of your beer before placing it on the coffee table.

“So, did you have a good night?” Joe asked, moving closer to you. You placed your head on his shoulder as he put his arm around you, using his other arm to take a sip of his beer. This was normal for you and Joe, you have been best friends for as long as you can remember and often cuddle like this.

“Yeah it was good, you?” You replied, inhaling Joe’s well known scent that you loved.

“It was good.” He nodded, followed by a sigh. You had known Joe long enough to be able to tell when something was wrong.

“Whats up, babe?” You asked, using the usual pet name you call him.

“I don’t know…” Joe stammered as he sighed again.

“Joe,” You pleaded as you sat up to look at him. “Tell me.”

“You might think i’m being weird.” He told you.

“Shut up, Joe. I already know you’re weird. Just tell me, please.”

“Fine…” He put his beer on the coffee table next to yours. “I’ve just been so fucking horny lately. I was hoping to bring someone back tonight but I was just having fun with you and the guys I just forgot.”

This was something you and Joe had never really discussed before. Sex. You could feel a blush creep onto your face as you realised you were exactly the same. You had spent so much time at Joe’s recently, the countless times he had walked around in just his towel, his wet body on show. Or in the mornings when comes walking into the kitchen in just his boxers with messy hair and his deep morning voice that made you throb. You can’t say you haven’t touched yourself to the thought of him. He was just so attractive, you had never really noticed it before.

“See, this is weird isn’t it?” Joe panicked.

“No, Joe, I-” You didn’t really know what to say. It kind of turned you on that Joe was sat in front of you feeling very horny.

“What?” Joe asked, being able to tell you had something on your mind.

“I don’t know, really. The single life just really sucks sometimes, doesn’t it?”

“What do you mean?” He raised an eyebrow.

“When you just feel so horny all the time and no one is there to satisfy you. Even when you do find people in the club or whatever, they’re not even that good in bed half the time. It sucks.” You sighed.

“It’s weird, I’ve never thought you get sexually frustrated.” Joe laughed.

“Oh believe me, I do. I really do. I just have to take matters into my own hands most of the time.” You blurted. You already felt like you’ve said to much.

“Oh, really?” Joe raised his eyebrow again. “Do you touch yourself often, Y/N?”

You didn’t really know whether it was the effect of all the alcohol you had consumed tonight or the fact Joe was sat right there with his shirt unbuttoned dangerously low, revealing his bare chest.

“I- I guess.” You stuttered, becoming a little shy.

“What do you think about? When you get yourself off?” Joe shifted in his seat as he asked you this. You couldn’t help but notice the bulge starting to form in his jeans.

“Uh… Different things really.” You said quickly.

“Tell me. Tell me about the last time you touched yourself.” He smirked.

Oh no. You already knew you were going to tell him the truth. You were too drunk to hide anything.

“I was here. In the shower.” You squeaked out.

“Fuck,” Joe groaned, running a hand through his hair as he looked back at you. “What did you think about?”

“Joe- I…” You hesitated.

“Please, Y/N, tell me.” He pleaded, as if he really needed to know this.

“You.” You mumbled as you looked down at your hands. You could not believe you were actually admitting this to your best friend.

You felt Joe freeze as he didn’t say anything. When you looked up, you noticed the huge bulge in his jeans as he stared at you, mouth hanging open.

“Sorry, Joe, I-” Joe cut you off as he cupped your face, pressing his lips against yours. Kissing Joe felt even better than you had imagined. You wrapped your arms around his neck as the kiss got very heated. He moved down to your neck, marking it as you moaned out.

“Fucking hell, Y/N, I have wanted you for so long you have no idea.” He groaned as he unzipped your dress and slid it off your body.

You continued kissing as he pushed you back onto the sofa and hovered over you, kissing all down your neck and chest until he got to your panties.

“What was I doing when you thought about me?” Joe asked as sat back, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt.

“I thought about you on your bed, touching yourself.” You rushed out, wanting Joe to touch you again.

“Well, babe, I do that a lot,” He hovered back down and kissed you before whispering in your ear. “To the thought of us fucking.”

“Joe, please.” You whined as your hands went to his jeans.

“What do you want, Y/N?” He growled in your ear.

“I want you to fuck me… Please!” You begged, feeling yourself getting damper by the second.

Joe removed his jeans and went to your panties, pulling them off and spreading your legs.

“Shit, Y/N, your soaked.” He chuckled as his fingers went to your clit, causing you to moan out his name.

Joe pushed his middle finger into you slowly, driving you crazy. As he pumped in and out you cried out for him. The pleasure was insane and watching Joe above you, making you feel like this give you butterflies.

“I can’t wait to be inside of you.” Joe mumbled as he kissed you again. You couldn’t help but moan onto his lips as he sent pleasure all through your body.

When Joe moved away from you, you were beyond confused and the loss of contact made you whine.

“Relax, babe, i’m getting a condom.” He told you as he smiled at you. Joe reached for his wallet a pulled one out, quickly ripping it open.

As he pulled his boxers down, you were shocked by how big he actually was. You didn’t really expect him to be that big. Joe rolled the condom on and pumped himself a few times before hovering back over you and lining up.

“Are you sure?” Joe asked as he caught your lips with his own, rubbing his tip along your core.

“Yes, Joe. Please.” You replied and so he pushed into you. It took you a little bit of time to get used to his size but when you finally adjusted, Joe picked up the pace.

“You’re. So. Fucking. Hot.” Joe groaned in between thrusts.

You moaned loudly and your hands snaked around to Joe’s back, your nails digging into his skin from the pleasure he was giving you.

The way Joe felt inside of you was utterly amazing. He filled you up so well and he muttered things in your ear like ‘so tight’ and ‘feels so good’ which only added to the pleasure.

You gripped onto the sofa as Joe thrusted in and out of you quickly.

“Y/N, I’m close.” Joe told you and you were surprised. Joe must have been really horny if he only lasted this long.

However, when your walls began to tighten and you felt the unfamiliar sensation in your stomach, you knew you weren’t far behind Joe.

“Me too, babe.” You told him.

As he picked up the pace, he grabbed your hand and held it tight. Mumbling a ‘fuck’ in your ear, you felt him release.

“Ahh, Y/N!” He moaned and it was quite possibly the hottest thing you had ever heard - it sent you over the edge.

As you screamed out Joe’s name, your whole body felt incredible as Joe continued to thrust in and out of you.

“That was amazing.” Joe panted as he kissed you one last time.

As he pulled out and stood up from you, you had just realised you had slept with your best friend. But when Joe walked over to the bin and looked back at you “Shower, babe?” with the cutest grin on his face, you knew this was not a mistake.

His Shirt

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Words:  1273

This is just a fluffy wedding night one shot that I wanted to write. 
Warning: There is mention of le smut, but it’s not really there, there.

A/N: If you want tagged in anything let me know.



          You were laughing as you watched your husband dancing with his buddies at your wedding. You couldn’t believe this day had finally come. You were now married to your best friend. You were the luckiest woman alive.

           Chris looked over and caught your eyes, immediately making his way over to where you were watching him, “Come on, Beautiful,” he held his hand out to you.

           “You’re dancing with the guys,” you said.

           “I want to dance with my wife,” he insisted, pulling you to your feet.

           “I love that,” you smiled as he pulled you into his arms, against his solid chest.

           “That you’re my wife?” he grinned, kissing you.

           You nodded, “I can’t believe today actually happened.”

           “Well, believe it, Baby,” he smiled, twirling the two of you around, “Today is the first day of the rest of our lives.”

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A/N: I wish y’all a wonderful and spooky Halloween! Tell me, what are you gonna dress up as? As for me, I’ll be Harley Quinn tonight. Have fun, guys, love y’all!

30 Days Writing Challenge ~ October

Words: 1866
Warnings: smut, public sex

31st October: HALLOWEEN! | feat. Captain Boomerang

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Top 5 Donald Glover Performances In Derrick Comedy

Donald Glover is a Renaissance Man.

The actor/writer/music artist has had a stellar personal season with the success of Atlanta and his latest album Awaken, My Love.

But I remember noticing Glover’s talent before he became Earn, Troy, or Childish. Back in the saloon days of YouTube, Derrick Comedy—a New York based trio featuring Glover, Domminick Dierkes, D.C. Pierson—were making my friends and I laugh heartily in our dorm rooms. And with each sketch, Glover was also making his presence known.

So I went on YouTube this week, and started listing my favorite Donald Glover performances in Derrick Comedy.

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1.Don’t Jerk Off To This

It’s subtle, well the jokes are. The set up is anything but that, as it takes a herculean effort for three friends not masturbate to a bowl of fruit. It’s the don’t press that red button scenario except with fruit and genitals.

Right.

Normally I would have given an honorable mention to this sketch in place of Girls Are Not To Be Trusted, but it’s Glover’s dialogue to his friend Thomas as he catches him going for the bowl of fruit.

As his friends sneaks his way to the coveted bowl, there is Glover’s character, drink in hand, waiting in the dark for his pawn like some expectant predator in a psychological thriller, delivering a dialogue that would seem diabolical if not capped off with “…bring it to me so that I can jerk off to it.”

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Humans are Weird: Fandoms

So, with “Humans are Weird” why haven’t we discussed the topic of Fandoms? (I’ve briefly discussed ships in an earlier post but that’s different.) I mean, Aliens would be wondering why humans have such devotion and passion towards a fictional world that they themselves could never be a part of. From our Zombie Survivors of The Walk Dead, our Hunters in the Supernatural Fandom, our Hogwarts Wizards from the Potter Heads, the Crystal Gem Allies of Steven Universe, our Otakus from the Anime Fandom, etc. We spend so much time, thought, and money in these world that we know we’ll never get to visit because they don’t exist. Like, imagine the Potter Heads (All dressed in their Respectable House Color) getting ready for a movie night. Then they start arguing about something and the following happens.

Gryffindor: Griffins are cooler than dragons Slytherin!!!

Slytherin: Shut it Gryffindor!! You only like it because they sound like your house name!!!

Gryffindor: Do not!

Slytherin: Do too!

Gryffindor: Do not!!!

Slytherin; DO TOO YOU MUGGLE

Gryffindor; OH HELL NO YOU DID NOT JUST CALL ME A MUGGLE

Slytherin; MAYBE I DID

Gryffindor; FIGHT ME SLYTHERIN!!!

Slytherin: BRING IT GRYFFINDOR!!!!!

Alien: Are they alright???

Ravenclaw; Yeah they’re fine. These two houses have never been able to get along, just let Hufflepuff take care of it.

Alien: What is even going on??

Ravenclaw: they’re arguing about which creature is better. And neither can back down.

Alien; Explain further, I still don’t understand this behavior. Like why are they suddenly referring to each other in different names?

Ravenclaw: OH, you see we’re all fans of Harry Potter, which is a book series that got made into movies. Well anyway, we all got sorted into our houses for Hogwarts. Which is a fictional school. I’m a Ravenclaw, and here we have Slytherin, Gryffindor, and Hufflepuff is showing up shortly.

Alien; Oh

Hufflepuff: Guys!!! We’re supposed to be having fun tonight!!! I even brought snacks!

Gryffindor & Slytherin: Fine. *Only stop because they’re both friends with the Hufflepuff* *Take a cookie*

Ravenclaw; See? I told you Hufflepuff would handle it.

And the Alien is wondering how and why the humans have a passion for a fictional world

Work//Jughead x fem!reader

Requested: yup

Words: 969 ;)

Warnings: strip club lol, swears

A/n: enjoy lovelies :)))

“Okay, guys. I love Pop’s, I really do. But honestly … Can we do something else?” Veronica holds her breath as the table goes silent in thought.

“Thank god, I thought we were going to be sitting in this booth for the rest of our high school careers,” the booth breaks out in laughter when Y/n breaks the silence.

“What should we do then? It’s not like Riverdale is filled to the brim with fun activities for the kids,” Jughead comments, Y/n proceeding to roll her eyes and kiss him on the cheek.

“What about a strip club?” Archie suddenly speaks up. There are looks of confusion, but an unnoticed look of panic from Y/n.

“What? A strip club? They’ll look at us like we’re crazy if we try to get in,” Betty quickly puts down the idea, still thinking to herself that it was dumb to even suggest.

Y/n suddenly checks her phone for the time,“Actually, I can’t hang out tonight. I have work. But you guys have fun, and tell me all about it! By e, J,” she gives her boyfriend a quick peck on the lips before retreating to her car and leaving the diner.

As son as she’s out of sight, the conversation quickly resumes.

“No, we could totally get in! Especially if you wear that jacket of yours, Jughead. Trust me,” Veronica smiles, leaning forward on the table.

“You’re the tie breaker, Jug,” Betty says and leans back in the booth.

“Screw it. We’re going to a South Side strip club,” Jughead decides. Archie and Veronica high five and Betty just shrugs.

***

“Do you guys really think this is going to work?” Betty asks, still skeptical.

The core four were currently standing outside of one of the more well-known South Side strip clubs, making final decisions about where their night was going to go.

“I’m positive, B. Just watch and see,” Veronica laces her arm with Jug’s, marching up to the front door of the club with the other two trailing them.

Once they reached the bouncer, Veronica opened her mouth to begin her manipulating, but the bouncer just nodded at Jughead and stepped aside.

An impressed look covered all of their faces, but nonetheless, they continued into the strip club.

As soon as they walked in it got dark, the only light coming from the stage and mini stages littered throughout the club. Not to mention, the music was also incredibly loud.

“Should we go sit in front of the main stage?” Archie tries to communicate by yelling over the loud music.

“Yeah, sounds good!” Jughead shouts back.

They all begin to make their way to an empty table in the center of the stage. Once they get to their seats, they’re instantly served some sort of alcoholic beverage.

“Uh, cheers?” Veronica asks. They all clink their cups, taking a sip with grimacing faces.

They watch the stripper who’s performing right now, “Angel”.

Veronica throws some fives onto the stage, while whistling.

They all go silent and look at her, but then ultimately begin to laugh.

“You must have to have some real upper body strength for this,” Betty comments.

“So the only one here capable of doing this would be … Archie?” Jughead announces. They all break out into laughter once again, imagines of Archie stripping in their heads.

Angel exits the stage with a bow as a new songs begins to play.

“Hey, this is by-”

“Harry Styles,” Jughead finishes off Veronica’s statement. They all look at him, confused. “What? It’s one of Y/n’s favorite songs, she makes me listen to it in her car all of the time.”

They all laugh, and begin cracking jokes on Jughead being whipped.

“Damn straight I am. And no stripper will ever change that,” they all smile.

Veronica then notices the next girl walking onto the stage,“Not even this one, Jug?”

Jug laughs, turning his head to the stage,“Nope, not even-”

“Holy shit.”

“Oh my god.”

“YES BABY YOU GOT THIS!” Veronica yells, earning looks from the other three. “Do you know how many of my friends in New York were strippers?”

Y/n’s eyes go wide when she spots her friends, but quickly remembers that she has a job to do.

“Archie and V, get your eyes off my girlfriend. My very beautiful and very exposed girlfriend,” Jughead states and they both comply, looking away while laughing.

Y/n is clad in a cropped leather jacket over a leather bra, adorned with spikes. Then comes her tight leather shorts layered over fishnets with her leather boots.

“But it’s okay for me to look, Jug?” Betty asks with a grin.

“You never said that you wouldn’t mind having a threesome with her before,” Betty almost chokes on her drink when the words come out of Jughead’s mouth, and by now Veronica and Archie are dying of laughter.

Jughead’s eyes are glued on his leather adorned girlfriend as the song continues.

“Well I guess more than one of us has the upper body strength for it,” Betty says with a chuckle.

Y/n continues to make direct eye contact with Jughead throughout her routine, and Jughead finds himself sweating by the end of it, and also having to place his hands on his lap.

“Well, I think we all know who’s getting some tonight,” Veronica snorts.

Veronica throws a $100 bill on the stage, and Y/n bends over to pick it up with a confused look.

“I know,” is all Veronica says.

Y/n nods and blows a kiss at her friends. She takes her leather jacket off, throwing it to Jug before sashaying off of the stage.

They all look at Jug, expecting him to say something.

But all he does is get up and walk out.

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