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Knock Before You Enter {Remus Lupin x Reader} *SMUT*

Oh God, this was so hot to write ;) I haven’t written smut in a while so here you go, lovelies! Hope you like it

Reader needed help from the Marauders, only to walk in on Remus.

Enjoy! @allertonn

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History classes sucked and that was the truth. It wasn’t just the numerous wars and revolutions, in fact, they were quite interesting but the drawling, ghastly voice of Professor Binns made everyone sleepy and bored. This would often result to students waking up by the end of the class, only to find out there was a homework about the earlier discussion and you should consider yourself lucky if someone was even awake enough to listen.

As was the case of (Y/n).

And no, she was not awake that time.

She was half-asleep when the professor announced a group homework and her group mates were none other than the four, troublesome Gryffindors. To be quite honest, they were not as laid back as she thought they’d be. They would help one another when it comes to studies and rumour has it, they would even stay up all night to review. No one has confirmed this rumour, of course, but she was quite confident in their abilities since their high grades were enough evidence especially her long time crush, Remus Lupin.

She was on her way to their dorm, carrying with her her school books to get started on the homework, when Peter Pettigrew came running down the stairs.

“Pettigrew! Where are you going? We’re supposed to start on the homework, remember?” She said.

“Sorry, (L/n). James and Sirius has detention the whole day today.”

“What?” She frowned, “But the deadline’s tomorrow! I can’t do this by myself!”

“Yeah, sorry. I wish I can help you but…uh, Remus is upstairs. He can certainly help you out. Anyway, I gotta go. See you around!” Peter said before scurrying away quickly.

(Y/n) did not know why he was in such a hurry or what could be more important than their homework but her heart jumped at the mention of her crush’s name.

She wanted to get this homework over and done with. She had put too much faith on James and Sirius and now that they were in detention (no doubt another prank), she had to make do with what she have; not that she didn’t mind studying with Lupin. It was because she couldn’t focus on anything when she’s alone with him. It had happened before and she did not understand a single lesson.

She marched upstairs while mumbling furiously, planning out how she will done the two in and bury their bodies next to each other. She had not noticed their door slightly ajar and so when she opened it, her eyes saw the most unexpected scene that made her regret ever coming in. Remus Lupin was standing with his back turned to her, slowly pulling his shirt over his head. His back was littered with long, red scratches and scars but the arch of his spine made her blush, his shoulder blades made her heart pound, and the tiny dimples on his back made her wet.

(Y/n) was immediately frozen on the spot. She did not know if she should leave or shout at him for not locking his door. Either way, she had to decide quick because time was running out and Remus was already turning around.

His eyes fell on her immediately but he did not seem taken aback by her presence. Instead, he smirked and watched her eyes widen in surprise.

“Can I help you?” He asked casually.

It made her melt, her mouth hung slightly open and all the air from her lungs felt like they have been sucked out by a vacuum. She bit her lip to try and swallow her words but her heart was beating so loud that she became unaware of what came out of her mouth.

“I, uh, need some help with something,” she said with a smile which Remus interpreted as a positive response. He walked towards her and every step that he took, made her walk backwards nervously until she was pressed against the door, closing it with a soft thud. He reached towards her face and gently brushed the back of his finger on her cheek, trailing down to her chin to meet his eyes.

“And what is that?”

(Y/n) looked at him with wide eyes before looking down at his lips. She was so tempted to know how they taste like, how they feel like. She wanted him badly but she decided to play along. Her awkward self was now long gone.

“Homework. I can’t do it by myself, you know.” She said with a smirk. She did not know where this sudden burst of confidence came from but it was leading her to get where she wanted to be.

“Well, good thing I’m here for you, aren’t I? None of my friends are here too so we have the room all to ourselves.” He said, twirling a piece of her hair before tucking it behind her ear.

“Don’t you think I should come by some other time?” She said, “You’re not fully dressed.”

Remus looked down at himself and chuckled, “I would be if you knocked on the door.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” She teased, making Remus growl and grab her face, kissing her lips passionately.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, her tongue trailing along his lips while he firmly kept his hands on her hips. Both of them have wanted this for so long but they never had the chance to know about how they felt towards each another since his friends were always teasing him. He did not ever want this moment to pass and so he moved his hands up and down on her body, feeling every inch of her skin, memorizing it in his mind. Hearing her moan softly was like music to him, knowing that he was making her feel good. He licked her neck and softly nibbled her ear before whispering.

“Do you want me?” He asked and although they haven’t gotten very far, he wanted her to assure him that she wanted him as much as he did. She slipped her fingers through his soft, brown hair and gave him his answer after a quick kiss on the lips.

“I do. I’ve always do.” She replied, making Remus smile excitedly like a little school boy who had just received his candy.

He carried her in both of his arms and laid her down on his bed before crouching towards her like a hungry wolf. She bit her lip and watched him hover above her, her eyes set on his. He leaned in and began to kiss her once more while she pulled him close with her legs. She felt his hard on press against her clothed heat, making him moan back. He continued to grind against her in a rhythm so pleasurable that made her sure her underwear was soaking wet by now. He pulled apart from her mouth and trailed kisses from her neck to her collarbone, lowering the top of her shirt to reveal more skin.

Watching him taste her and lick her was once a dream she would fantasize about at night while playing with herself but now that it was happening, she wanted more than just this. Remus stopped and pulled the top of her shirt once more, peaking down at her bra with a smirk.

“Take this off for me, darling, would you?” He asked in a polite yet lustful manner.

(Y/n) did not hesitate and sat up to remove her shirt, revealing to him her black laced bra with a tiny white bow between her breasts. She bit her lip and beckoned him with a finger.

“Remus…” She moaned, driving him mad.

He leaned in to her hungrily and cupped her breast in his hand, “ ‘This for me, darling?”

He fondled her and massaged her as she continued to moan his name in his ear. He pinched her nipple through her bra while she reached behind her back to unclasp it. Remus pulled it by the straps before tearing it from her body, throwing it on the other side of the room. She laid back down once more as he kissed her, his hands now reaching through her underwear to feel her wet womanhood. He pressed his thumb on her clit like a button, his other finger teasing her soaked entrance.

His lips went down to her breasts and closed around her nipple while he kept his fingers busy, rubbing up and down her slit. He pushed two fingers in and as she moaned, he began to move them, her wetness making it easier for him to slide in and out.

“A-ahh, Remus…”

“Feels good?” He asked but he did need to hear her answer.

The way she writhed at the mercy of his fingers was enough evidence. He continued fingering her until she was about to reach her climax, pulling it out before she could release. She glared at him for delaying her but he did not say anything. He tugged down her shorts and tossed it by the bed before removing her underwear that matched her bra. He placed it in his pocket and started to unbuckle his belt.

“You’ll have it back tomorrow.” He said. The thought of her going back to her room with no knickers under her clothes aroused him.

He pulled down his boxers next and (Y/n) licked her lips at the size of his impressive length. He was already hard and the tip was leaking pre-cum. She spread her legs in front of him, showing him how wet she was. Remus’s eyes darkened with lust at the sight, capturing it like a picture to wank himself to. He crawled back on top of her and held his cock before running the head up and down her soaking slit, teasing her.

“Remus, no…I-I want you,” she said, desperation in her voice.

He leaned in to her and kissed her softly before slowly easing himself inside, pushing his thick manhood in her wet cavern. Inch by inch, he filled her pleasurably, making her moan into his kiss. He pressed his forehead against her and pulled out gently before pushing back in one thrust.

“Oh, love…You are so tight. Feels so good for me, darling.”

He praised, his elbows planted on the mattress as he began to move in a slow, teasing rhythm. (Y/n) moaned at every hard and slow thrust he gave. Soon enough, he increased his speed with an even harder impact than before. Her walls clamped tightly around his length at every push and pull, his lips capturing hers.

His hands both gripped on the headboard as he roughened his thrusts, his nails scratching the wood. He was hitting her g-spot now and he was going fast and hard, making the headboard slam against the wall. He moaned at how wet she was becoming, whispering to her praises like how good she made him feel. He could tell she was close and so he carried her by her waist and sat up, allowing her to move up and down on his thick length.

“Oh my God, Lupin! I’m so close…”

“Go on, love. Come for me,” he encouraged, pressing his lips on her skin. He was getting close as well and with one last thrust and a hard slam of her bum on his thighs, the two finally reached their climax.

“A-Ahh!” Remus moaned as he started to cum inside her, thick spurts of his seed marking her walls as his. He groaned in immense pleasure while she soaked him with her juices, her head thrown back and her eyes closed. He kept his arms around her, her hands on his shoulders as his cock began to soften. He laid her back down and pulled out, his cum trickling down from her slit. (Y/n) smiled and ran her fingers through her hair.

“Wow…That was splendid.”

Remus panted and smiled before cleaning her up. He laid back down by her side and tucked her in with his blanket, pulling her to his chest.

“So are we dating?” He tried to asked confidently but his fear of just being a one-night stand made him worry. He wanted to start a relationship with her and not just a physical relationship to help him let out his frustrations. He loved her deeply and if she did not want him, it would surely break his heart.

However, (Y/n) smiled and nodded, “Of course!”

Remus gave a breath of relief and returned the smile, “Hogsmeade on Saturday, then?”

“I’d love to, Remus.”

She kissed his lips softly before resting her head on his shoulder, falling asleep by his side.

A Sketch Commission for @acellura
Illustration to If I Ever Let You Down, Forgive Me

Setting his drink aside, an idea suddenly hit Keith. He rose to his feet so that he could stand in front of Lance. He bowed and offered Lance his hand. “To make it up to you, how about you dance with me then, my prince?”

Red took over Lance’s face, and Keith had to fight the smirk that threatened to find its way onto his lips. “Fine,” Lance said with a pout while taking Keith’s hand gingerly. “But only because I really want to dance, and because you killed my chances with any of the girls here.”

Keith helped Lance to his feet, giving him just enough time to put his drink down before they were making their way out onto the dance floor. When they found a spot, Lance wrapped his arms around Keith’s neck as Keith placed his hands on his waist. Keith had to stare up at Lance because of the slight height difference, but for some reason, it pleased him to see the faint blush on Lance’s cheeks. The two of them swayed together, and it wasn’t long before the tightness that had once resided in Keith faded along with everything else going on in the background.

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Jealousy

Summary: You ask your best friend to pretend to be your boyfriend to make your ex jealous.

Pairing: Kim Seokjin (Jin) / Reader

Genre: Fluff / Smut

Words: 3.5k

A/N: (Feat. Wonwoo from Svt) Sorry Svt fans, I made him the enemy. I love Wonwoo though :)

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“Damn girl! Where have you been? I’ve been waiting for 20 minutes!” My best friend Ella calls as I finally enter her car and plop down onto the seat with an exhausted sigh. The belt to my shoulder bags slips down my shoulder and I position it on my lap. Ella has gladly volunteered to take me from college this time or I had to deal with public transportation which I definitely did not want to spend my last nerve to. My life is chaotic enough at the moment and I can’t have other things to tear me down. Recently, I have been very sensitive to everything and even a little unnecessary stuff can be a cause for my outburst. For example, yesterday I was out of ice cream and I immediately started to cry because it was the only treat that relaxes me when I come back home from a very long day in college. Crazy isn’t it? To cry over ice cream?

“Chill, Ella. I’m sorry! I just had this very important conversation with my professor and it took a little while. It’s not going to happen again.” I lean my back against the seat and close my eyes. All I need is silence now. My head is killing me and I really desire to slip into my pajamas and sleep.

“Is it okay for you if I turn the radio on? It’s just boring and you ‘re not going to talk to me anyway.” Ella asks and she gets a nod from my side.

“Sure…” I say nothing anymore.

After she turns on a fancy radio channel, Ella starts the engine and we drive off. It will take us approximately 20 minutes to arrive at my apartment and while driving I spend my time with observing the buildings we pass by. The movements of the car along with the nice music coming from the radio is a perfect mix to make me fall asleep and I think it isn’t a bad idea to take a little nap. However as I am about to drift off, a voice I have not heard for a while sounds through the radio. His velvety voice. Kiwi starts to play and Ella immediately turns it off.

“I’m sorry, babes. I didn’t know.” She apologizes and blushes even though it’s not her fault. She’s the only one who knows about him and our break up. Nobody else in the world has an idea that I once used to date the most popular and successful British artist.

“No problem…” I croak. Hearing the sound of his voice after so many months of our break up causes another wave of pain in my heart. There is still this familiarity in his voice that I could have listened to for hours. I close my eyes and try to prevent tears to leave my eyes.

“(Y/N) are you okay, sweetheart?” Ella inquires with a hint of concern on her face.

“Just take me home, Ella.” Is all she gets as a response from me. The walls I have tried to build the months after Harry has left me begin to crumble down just by a simple sound. Even though it is hard to admit, I still miss him so much although he was the one who gave up on us. He was the one who suggested it was the best way to go separate ways and he made this decision without my consent.

“You know, you don’t have to stay alone tonight. “ Ella soothes me. “You’re more than welcome to join Brandon and I to hang out. He loves you like a sister and a little bit of distraction will do you good. What do you think?” I would like to accept her offer however seeing couples being lovey dovey around me is something I cannot deal with at the moment. Not that I’m not happy for Ella and her boyfriend, I love them both as they were my siblings but it makes me realize that I have no one who cares for me anymore. Harry was gone. The love of my life is not here with me anymore. And it hurts beyond imagination.

“Thanks, El but I really need to be at home. I have lots of studies and projects going on and the sooner I deal with them the better.” By now she is parking in front of my apartment. I give her a soft kiss on her cheek. “See you later.” I tell her and get out.

The ache between my chest still remains as I run up the stairs to my apartment. I take out my key and unlock the door and enter my messy home. Another regular day where I just walk in to an empty apartment. Normally, Harry would always be there before me, cooking a meal for the both of us while he used to sing along to his favorite songs. I loved to watch him in this state. The silence in my apartment is just a reminder of what’s not there anymore.

I place my bag onto the ground and get rid of my jacket and shoes. Right after that, I go to the kitchen to grab a snack and a bottle of water. I head to my bedroom and sit in front of my desk and dwell myself into my studies. It has become my daily routine. Waking up, going to college, coming back and studying. I desperately search for ways of escaping reality and for me this routine is the only way to achieve my goal.

I take my notes and writings in my hand and start studying for the upcoming exams. However, from time to time I feel myself drifting off. A memory hits me suddenly, leaving me breathless.

“Come on babe, I need some loving here.” Harry pouted, laying on his stomach on my bed and waiting for me to cuddle with him.

“One minute.” I said, nibbling on my pen while trying to work on a paper sheet.

“(Y/N)…” He sighed and gets up, moving towards me and all I feel is his strong arms wrapping themselves around me and his breath on my neck. He placed soft kisses on my skin which caused a shiver running down my back. “You already said that 10 minutes ago.”

“I know, H. I’m sorry.” I sighed, rubbed my eyes and let him take my paper and placing it far away from me. He grabbed my hand and led me to my bed where he lied down at first, then opened his arms and I slipped between them. I loved being this close to him because he always radiated a sense of security and home. His one hand ran up and down my arms while his other hand was placed at the back of my head. His lips touched my forehead ever so softly and I felt complete in that moment.

“That’s how I like it.” He whispered. I buried my face in the crook of his neck and inhaled the sweet scent of his cologne.

“I wish I would be always like this. You and me.”

“It can be.” He told me. I looked up at him, our eyes met to a loving gaze.

“How?”

“When I marry you someday. And of course, when my job gets less chaotic.” His answer made my heart swell. Being with him forever until death did us part was something I wished so badly.

“Will you still perform on stage then?”

“I think I will never stop making music but you know I don’t have always to perform in front of people. If things get serious between you and I and I can promise it will, I will definitely want to settle down and start a family. With you, love.”

I leaned in to connect our lips to a gentle kiss and we spent the rest of the day with many cuddling sessions and talking.

I shake my head and my heart feels so heavy. “You promised…” leaves my mouth.

The desire to continue my studies leaves and I push everything aside and stand up. It has become dark outside and the clock on my walls shows that we have 7 PM. I position myself on my bed, take my pillow and press it against my body. I really wonder how Harry is doing right now. Is he thinking about me like I do? Does he miss me? Does he regret the decision he has made?

I’ve seen plenty of pictures online and he never appears broken or sad. Quite the opposite: he always looks happy and is smiling on every photo the fans shoot. He seems to cope very well with our break up, leaving me being the one who probably suffers under such hurtful heartbreak. I have loved him so much, still do and I gave him everything I had without flinching an eyelash.

Even though it is hard to keep myself away from checking up on him, I still do because after today there is no way that I can relax when I do not see him.

I am about to take my phone as my notifications on Twitter goes on and I see that an update account that I use to follow has posted a picture of him. It leaves me breathless and my heart slams against my chest. He is currently in Shanghai it says.

He looks absolutely and indescribably beautiful and tears just begin to stream out of my eyes as I observe his perfectly shaped face. His hair is messy and curly as I remembered. His outfit consists only of black material which outlined the color of his eyes even more. I always have loved it when he wore black. It suits him so damn well and honestly there is nothing he could not wear without looking like a complete idiot.

A salty tear wets my display. “I’m sorry..” I whispered into silence.”I’m sorry I could not be enough for you when you’re still the one I want.” I scroll further and find more pictures of him posing with his fans and signing autographs. The more I look at them the worse I feel and it ends with me burying my face between my hands and starting to sob.

There is no way I could ever move on. Harry has taken my heart and claimed it as his own, there was no chance I would ever get it back. While he would continue his life like nothing had happened between us, as if I do not exist, having another girlfriend, marrying her and having children, I would be still longing for him. My love for Harry is endless and it will always be that way. Even on my death bed I hope the last few words that will escape my mouth would be me telling how much I loved him through all these years.

“Why?” I sob. “Why did you leave me Harry? How will I live without you?”

It feels like it was yesterday as he ended things with me, tears covering his handsome face. I could tell he didn’t want this as much as I do but he still walked through that door and never came back.

“I’m sorry and I love you.” Was the last thing I’ve heard from him. All the things he said about marriage and settling down with me have been nothing but a lie. A bittersweet lie. He made my hopes up only to crush them afterwards.

I have a look at Twitter again and the update account says Harry will perform at the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show. After reading the post, I click on Harry’s profile. I decide to send him one last message and after this one I will never ever bother him and try to continue living my life. As easy as it sounds, it is still the hardest challenge in my life.

I open the DM because I have no other possibility to contact him since I deleted his phone number after he left me. Why do I even do this to myself? Why do I torture myself like this? And what did I do to deserve being treated like this?

I’ve always supported him throughout his solo career, telling everybody that I know how brilliant his music is and even convinced them to buy his album and give him a chance to prove himself. I’ve been there when his mood was on downfall and anxiety played around with his mind. I’ve built him up with my love, with my admiration and devotion for him and he took all of this for granted.

Call me pathetic, stupid or whatever for still wanting him after he left me out of nowhere but if you had loved him as much as I do you would understand. You would understand that you would do anything in your power to keep someone with an amazing personality as Harry’s in your life. But I had failed. I have tried but obviously it was not enough.

I sob hard as I type short sentences, my fingers trembling as I try to form proper words. What would you tell someone if you know this would be the last time you would ever contact him? There are so many things in my mind, I could simply write an essay about my feelings however I don’t want to bother him any longer. He might become sick of me.

“I’m proud of who you become, H even if that meant to break my heart. I will always love you forever and I will never forget you. You will be endlessly in my mind. Go and rock that stage, my little dreamer. X.”

I contemplate for a little while if it’s a good idea to send him this message, it kinda sounds cheesy but what have I got to lose anyway? The person I have treasured and who had a huge amount of value in my eyes is gone anyway.

With a heavy heart and a bit of uneasiness consuming me, I press the send button and the message appears on the screen one more time. I observe it a few minutes and after that I inhale deeply, turn off my phone and lay it on my desk far away from me. I wonder how he will react to my message but for now I cannot deal with it.

I snuggle back into my bed, taking my pillow as a replacement for Harry. I cuddle against it and imagine he was still here with me, embracing my body with his strong arms and keeping me safe during the night.

“That’s it.” I whisper before I slowly drift to sleep. One tear flows down my sore cheek. “It’s over.”

If (Y/N) had known that on the other side of the world, a young man with green eyes and a wonderful dimpled smile is crying over her message like she had over him hours ago.

Ashamed (Part 2) | Sweet Pea x Reader

Originally posted by lovegalorex

Summary: Reader is friends with Archie and the gang, this is why she has been keeping her relationship with Sweet Pea a secret causing Sweet Pea to question things.

A/N: This is the final part to Ashamed, hope you all enjoy it. Feedback and requests are welcome.

Part 1

You were currently waiting in Perkins Park for Sweet Pea not wearing nearly enough layers, it was a sunny day outside, but the wind was chilling. After Sweet Pea stormed out of your house last night you had been sending him endless amount of texts and calling him. Usually you would give Sweets some time to be alone after a fight and get his head in the right space, but he was so upset and broken last night that you needed to know he was okay. The look of hurt and sadness on his face still haunted you, you were determined to fix it.

In one last attempt you sent Sweets a message begging him to meet you in Perkins Park on the North Side which could be a mistake. You would have gone to him on the South Side, but without Sweets you had no one to take you there, and you weren’t stupid enough to try and walk there all by yourself. You weren’t that desperate at least not yet. 

~

You had been waiting for Sweets for at least an hour, you knew this was a stupid idea. Why would Sweet Pea even want to see you after what you did? And at the North side as well, there was never any hope. Just as you began getting ready to go you hear the roar of a motorbike piercing through the quiet causing the few people in the park to look up curiously. 

Sweet Pea clambered off his bike sauntering over to where I was standing, the now glares of the people in the park following him along. He sneers at a young couple who are both staring at him. Though on closer inspection you can see his bloodshot eyes and the dark bags underneath them. You knew Sweets puts on a tough exterior when he gets hurt. It was his defense mechanism but it also made him very difficult and hard to talk to.
“What do you want Y/N, I don’t really feel like being lied to today.” He tries to snarl but his voice comes out shaky.
“Sweets I just want to apologise. I’m sorry for hurting you that was never my intention believe it or not i was trying to protect you and our relationship but I ended up ruining it.”
“So that’s it, you expect me to become your dirty little secret again.” He scoffs.
“No sweets, I just … I should have told my friends about us from the beginning, from the moment I knew I loved you. I was just scared that they would try to ruin what we had and tear us apart.”
“Y/N, you deserve someone who you wouldn’t be ashamed of. Some North Sider who can treat you like a Princess and spoil you like you deserve. Stop wasting your time on me.”
He abruptly turns to leave, but I grab his arm gently pulling him back. I knew that Sweets always had doubts about him being good enough, but you always tried to reassure him as best you could. You hated that this was making him believe his doubts.
“Sweets no one could treat me better than you do. I know I hurt you, but I am not ashamed of you,” You cupped your heads around his cheeks causing him to bring his own hand up holding yours in place.
“Sweets look at me,” he dragged his eyes from the ground to meet yours. “I Love you so much and I am so sorry I made you feel this way.”
He leans into you, and plants his lips on yours, you smile into the kiss melting into it.
He pulls away chuckling at your little whine “I love you too Princess.” he whispered. 

~

You and sweets spent the rest of the day at the park, you leaning against a tree with him lying down, head resting on your lap as you played with his hair. Unfortunately for you two, a bunch a Riverdale high students decided to file into the park, “You should go, you don’t want them to see us together.” He whispers gently getting up and placing a kiss on your hand.
“Not anymore Sweets, no more secrets.” You get up too, leaning up to give him a kiss in front of all the Riverdale high students. He holds your hips keeping you from kissing him, “Y/N they will all see.” He whispers.
“I don’t care.” You smirk, throwing your arms around his neck pulling him towards you, kissing him with as passionately as possible. He pulls you by the hips so your body is flush with his returning your kiss. You pull away out of breath.
“Let’s get out of here.” He rests his head against yours. You pull away grabbing his hand, feeling him drape his Serpent jacket over your shoulders, leaning over and whispering in my ear “Just so all those Northsiders know you’re my girl.”
“I think they already know that.” You could clearly see some of the stares the Riverdale high students were giving you two.
“Are you sure you’re ready to tell Archie and the gang? We can wait.” Sweets asked concerned.
“As long as you’re by my side, it will all be fine. They’ll just have to deal with it.”
He chuckled putting his arm around your waist, leading you to his bike happy to finally show off his girl.

A/N: Thank you for all the support on this imagine and to all the people that asked for a part 2. Sorry if this isn’t the best work.

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Hi! First, I wanted to thank everyone who takes the time to read my One Shots. It makes me so happy! :) 

This is a One Shot about Harry being your best friend and falling asleep on top of you. Unfortunately, that’s the exact time your friend decides to talk about how obvious it is that you have feelings for each other. 

Picture is not mine, I found it in the depths of Tumblr. 

It would be accurate to say that Harry was exhausted. Filming a movie taking place during world war 2 had really began to take it’s tool on his strength - physically as well as mentally. When him and the band had first started to think about taking a break, he hadn’t imagined feeling more emotionally drained than when he was touring. But then again, becoming an actor had been more something than he’d stumbled upon and not something he had planned.

When it was announced that filming wouldn’t be continued for two weeks, Harry was quick to decide that going home would do him good. He bought a plane ticket and the same evening he was back in my tiny apartment in England. I had been very surprised at his sudden appearance, given that I hadn’t heard from him for a few days and when I did, he had always claimed that he couldn’t wait to go back to America. But instead of his sunny porch in LA, he stood on my doorstep in ever rainy London. After ushering him in, Harry apologized profoundly for interrupting my quiet night in with my friend Mary, but unaware to him, seeing him had been all that was missing to make me happy.

“It’s fine, Harry,” I’d assured, stopping his ramble with one finger raised, “Perfectly fine, actually. I’m always happy to have you here, you know that.”

What he couldn’t have known was that when my eyes had found his, my heart had speed up and beat so fast I’d feared it’d jump straight out my chest and to his feet. Self-consciousness crept up on me and I wished I would’ve worn something more flattering than thin leggings and a white t-shirt adorning my torso. I wasn’t even wearing a proper bra but a simple black bralette I’d gotten for £7. Luckily Mary was quick to step in and invited Harry to join the two of us for a glass of wine on the couch.

As soon as I’d settled down comfortably, Harry moved closer and lay down beside me to rest his head in my lap. His face was nestled against my stomach and my body tensed upon feeling his warm breath against my thinly clothed skin. My friend’s raised eyebrows didn’t go unnoticed by me, but I couldn’t be bothered. It wasn’t unusual for Harry and me to cuddle and to be genuinely more comfortable with each other than other friends were, but normally no one else was around to whom it could’ve looked odd.
Harry didn’t care about that though. All he cared about was how at ease he felt since he had entered my apartment. He sighed in content when I carefully laid a blanked over him and his arms around my waist squeezed me gently after I loosely placed my own arm over his shoulders. Harry didn’t engage much in the conversation Mary and I carried and after feeling the rhythm of his warm breath slow, I knew he had fallen asleep.

Me and Mary still sat with each other, talking quietly. At some point I subconsciously began stroking my fingers through Harry’s smooth hair. It still felt strange to touch the soft strands and have them end so close to where they began, but I loved it either way, long or short. My hand gently caressed his cheek every now and again and I smiled upon remembering how nervous he had been when he had first revealed the newly short haircut. There hadn’t been any reason though. Harry was effortlessly beautiful. He always was, as well as was so warm, soft, gentle and kind. Mary knew of my feelings for Harry and smiled when she noticed my hesitant touches to his face.

“You do know that he fancies you, right?” she asked. “At least as much as you do him.”

I looked up at her with a small smile and shook my head. “Don’t make fun of me, Mary.”

“I’m being serious,” she assured, “He looks at you and his face lights up. When he has news, you’re the first person he calls. Filming is interrupted, yet he doesn’t go to his family or to his home in LA. He comes to you. Those are pretty obvious signs, honey.”

I quickly shushed her when her voice rose slightly. “Why does the time you find fit to have this conversation when he’s right here?”

She rolled her eyes. “Relax, he’s asleep. You’re just trying to escape this conversation, as you always do.”

I shook my head and focused my attention back on Harry. His forehead was wrinkled and I gently smoothed it with my thumb. His pink lips were slightly open and I admired how his long eyelashes rested on his soft cheeks. He looked vulnerable and innocent. My heart swelled at the sight and I could practically feel myself fall even more in love with him. All I wanted was to cuddle him and shield him form any harm.

“You love him,” Mary continued in a cooing voice.

“Pst!” I scolded and shot her a glare. “He’s right here, for crying out loud! Are you trying to ruin my friendship with him?”

She threw her arms up and sighed dramatically.

“I’m sitting here, observing two people completely unaware of how smitten the other person is with them and you expect me to just keep my mouth shut?”

“What I expect is that you don’t take the piss out of my feelings for him. Feelings I’m sure he doesn’t return,” I muttered harshly and focused my gaze back on his flushed cheeks. “He told me about some model from Spain he was thinking about going out with,” I admitted quietly. “He wants someone he can sleep with for a while and go on crazy adventures with, without her getting her hopes up. And that’s not me. He just has to look at me from across a room and my hopes shoot up into the sky.”

Mary giggled and shook her head. “You would sleep with him, though.”

“Shut up.”

“I think you don’t quite realize how he sees you,” she continued in a more serious manner. “Maybe you should just tell him and see how it goes. It could be worth it.”

My hair shielded my vision when I shook my head and I quickly pushed it back. Harry’s grip around me had slightly tightened and I shifted to adjust myself.

“No way I’d risk loosing him with a weak attempt at getting him to want me, Mary. I’d rather be stuck by his side as a friend than not be with him at all.”

“Well,” she took a long sip of her wine glass, “the fact remains that his head is in your lap and nobody else’s.”

I giggled and urged my heart to stop jumping so badly. With his face pressed against me I feared the sound could wake him from his slumber.

While we quietly conversed some more, my fingers found their way back into Harry’s hair, from there to his neck and from there to his shoulder. His peaceful expression brought me joy and set me at ease. Harry released a long sigh and cuddled closer to me. He even moved his legs up to completely rest in a fetus position.

“I’m gonna get going,” Mary decided as she got up and I moved to do the same, but she quickly stopped me. “Don’t. Stay like that. It’d make a lovely picture. One that you could send everyone as a christmas card when you celebrate as a couple for the first time.”

“Text me when you get home safe,” I asked her quietly, ignoring her comment and she nodded. She waved one more time before she left the room and shortly after I could hear the front door shut.
I sighed in content and focused my vision back on Harry. With him cuddling me like that I could almost pretend that he loved me. That he was mine and had returned to me because his heart had ached from our separation as much as mine had. My fingers were in the middle of drawing a pattern against his temple when Harry suddenly pursed his lips and blew out air. I shrieked at the tickling feeling and tried to move away, but his arms held me still and he continued his playful torture, only stopping to laugh.

“Harry,” I cried and pushed at his head. “Please stop!”

He didn’t move away though and I felt like a bucket of ice water had been dropped over my head when I felt his lips press against my tummy in a kiss. Or maybe it was steaming hot water.

“I thought you were asleep,” I stuttered and he moved into a sitting position next to me. My lap felt cold and empty already.

“I wasn’t really,” he shrugged, a smile gracing his lips. “Just enjoying a snuggle and hearing the newest gossip.”

My rapidly jumping heart jumped straight down to the very pit of my stomach while all the blood shot up to my cheeks. Harry still looked at me with a confident and wide smile, his eyes sparkling and my brain went through every possible scenario of how I could possibly talk my way out of this. He couldn’t have heard what Mary and I had discussed, right?

“Did you get some rest?” I asked and he frowned. “Are you hungry?”

I moved to get up but was stopped by his hands reaching forward and clasping my wrists.

“Where do you think you’re going, love?”

“To fetch you something to eat,” I answered and freed my wrists from his hold.

“I don’t want anything to eat. Come here.”

He sat up straighter and opened his arms. Though part of me wanted to leave the room and hide from his suspicious gaze, I had never been able to resist him. My still burning face was buried where his neck met his shoulder and I inhaled his familiar scent. Harry sighed and wrapped both arms around me, pulling me up so I was sitting in his lap.

“You have no idea how much I missed you, Y/N,” he whispered against the shell of my ear before pressing several kisses to my cheek. “I hate being away from you.”

Not as much as I hate being away from you, I thought, but decided to only answer by pressing myself closer to him. Harry moved his hands down and cupped my thighs before wrapping both of them around his waist. A harsh breath escaped my lips at this sudden closeness and when I felt him press more kisses to the skin of my shoulder, moving up to my neck. I shuddered. He knew. He was always cuddly and affectionate, but he might as well have kissed me on the lips and taken me to bed. He acted as if he was about to.

“Stop it,” I muttered and pressed my hands against his chest.

“What’s wrong?”

He stayed sat but his eyes followed me when I stood up in front of him and I cleared my throat.

“What is it that you were just doing?” I asked, my voice quivering. “You heard me and Mary’s conversation, didn’t you?”

Harry swallowed hard, but continued to smile, not looking guilty at all. “Yes, I did.”

I didn’t give my stomach time to knot itself and continued to speak. “And now you think that just because I have feelings for you, I’m going to share your bed?”

“What?” Harry seemed surprised at my sudden accusation. “No, of course I don’t think that.”

“You were practically kissing me!” I almost shouted.

Harry reached up to smoothen his messed up hair and got to his feet too, the smile had been replaced with a serious frown on his face.

“Y/N,” he spoke, reaching for my hands, “You don’t have to be scared, okay?”

His green eyes stared into mine and the grip on my hands tightened in a gentle squeeze. The black cross on his knuckles stood out against the pale skin.  "I love you.“

I shook my head in denial. If I allowed myself to believe him now, it’d hurt more later when he was done with me. I had watched him parade his lovers around one too many times and wasn’t willing to suffer the same end as they had. Always pushed away and to the side by him.

"Don’t say that.”

“Oh, I’m going to say it many more times, because it’s true.”

He reached up and gently caressed my cheek. “I love you and I know that you don’t believe that I mean it and that you think I’m just looking for something easy and meaningless, but I’m not.”

“You said you were,” I protested. Wasn’t that the reason why I had laid awake so many nights, thinking about what girl he was with for that night? Because he had said that he wanted to have an easy and no strings attached kind of relationship with someone who didn’t even understand his mind or care for his heart?

“Only because I was certain that I could never have you,” he swore. “When you are all I ever wanted.”

My breath hitched in my throat when he moved closer, both hands resting against my jaw and neck now. His lips looked impossibly soft and inviting and I had to bite my own in order to restrain myself from kissing them. He seemed to feel the undeniable pull between us, too, because his breath was uneven.

“Please,” he muttered, “Please let me.”

A nod from me was all he needed to lean forward and close the distance between us. His lips pressed against my mouth, feeling every curve. He moved them slowly but in a way it felt like he wanted to mesmerize every detail about my mouth. My breathing got irregular and I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him down and closer to me. A low moan escaped his throat and my entire body froze, but his roaming warm hands eased my tense muscles and soon I melted into him. One hand fisted his hair, the other moved to hold him by his cheek. When I felt him smile and pulling away, my head instantly followed in search for another kiss. The laugh died in his throat when I pressed another needy kiss to his full lips, one that he returned willingly. His hands gripped my hips and he squeezed the bare skin there. When I did finally allow him to break the kiss his face had transformed into an even bigger smile than the one that had graced his features earlier.

“Does that mean you’ll go out with me sometime?” he asked, his voice husky.

My brain still had it’s doubts, but my heart couldn’t be more confident. This man in front of me, this insanely handsome and good person had owned my heart for longer than I cared to think about. He was my best friend and though I didn’t know how we would transform our friendship into a relationship yet, after kissing him all those doubts seemed to have been thrown right out the window.

“I’ll think about it,” I giggled and cuddled myself closer against his chest. He rolled his eyes with a playful huff before connection our lips once more. After kissing some more he moved his head and pressed several pecks down my neck and to my shoulder. 

“I want you to be my boyfriend,” I confessed before I could stop myself. I felt his lips stretch into a smile and my heart squeezed in relief. He squeezed me tightly and nodded. 

“That sounds like something I’d like very much.” 

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you like it and as always, feedback and requests are always very welcome. :) 

Rest of Our Lives

Characters: Y/N (reader), Misha Collins, Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki

Pairing: Misha x Reader

Warnings: stressed reader, douche ex, crappy friend, bad boss, “kidnapping” - the cute kind though. Mainly just fluff though.  

Word Count: 1400ish

A/N: This is is my entry for the lovely @splendidcas’ birthday challenge. Shannon thank you for giving me an always welcome excuse to write more Misha.

My prompt for this challenge was: “I don’t kidnap, I just temporarily borrow a person” - And I love this prompt so so much, so thank you for this opportunity Shan :D

Thanks to the brilliant and sweet @chaos-and-the-calm67 for betaing this for me.

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

Opening a coffee shop was stressful, especially when the person opening it was you. You wanted everything to be perfect. This had been you dream for at long as you could remember and taking the leap and finally realizing it had not been one you had taken lightly.

It had taken years working as a waitress in a restaurant for a horrible boss and finding your cheating boyfriend in bed with your best friend. It had taken days spend in bed crying your eyes out, before you had forced yourself to get back on your feet. You were not going to let screaming bosses, bad friends or cheating exes knock you down. You were going to take this as a sign that you needed at change. You had remembered your dream then and realized it was time to realize it.

That had been almost a year ago. You had started creating a business plan and you had worked hard on getting approved for the loans you had needed. Six months ago today you had gotten them approved and the same day you had bought this building. It was also six month ago today, you had met him.

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Strike

;pairing — Jungkook x reader

;warnings — Smut 

;word count — 2448

A/N: I went bowling the other day and I couldn’t stop thinking what It would be like going with Jungkook lmao. Basically just a short PWP :) Also I didn’t know how to name this soooooooo idk enjoy.


“C’mon y/n don’t be like that”

“I’ve already told you that I don’t want to!” You said for the 100 time to your persistent boyfriend, if there was something you knew about Jungkook was that he was the most stubborn man you have ever known, he didn’t take a no for an answer, but this time you were determined to not let him break your resolution, he couldn’t always have what he wants and he had to learn that.

“It will be fun!” he whined while pouting and simulating that he was crying, you swear to god sometimes you thought he was a little kid inside the body of a grown up man, a very sexy at that.

“You know I don’t like it” you said to Jungkook who was now sitting in the couch of the apartment the both of you shared.

“How come you know you don’t like it if you have never tried it before, huh?” he asked you.

He got you at that but before he could said something else you rushed to answer “Do I have to try trash to know that I won’t like eating it?”

He rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms, he looked cute when he couldn’t get what he wanted, you would admit. “Don’t compare bowling to trash.”

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Take a Ride with Me, Baby

Take a Ride with Me, Baby by evansrogerskitten

Dean Winchester x Reader 

Dean has rebuilt a  cherry red 1954 pickup. He convinces his girl to take a ride with him one summer evening. 

Warnings: Smut, of course. Language. Fluff. Dean being way too adorable and sexy. WC: 1610 On AO3 Photo credit: Clif Kosterman ig

Happy Galentines Day! ♥


The loud, repetitive honking made me laugh, as I looked through the living room window. I was surprised to see a classic red truck parked out front, Dean hanging out of the door.

“C'mon, baby. Get in the truck.” Dean hollered at me through the open window. The light of a summer sunset was fading  behind the houses across the street.

I walked down the driveway to the 1954 pickup, it’s cherry red paint shiny from the recent wax Dean had applied.

“Sweetheart, I only have her tonight. Take a ride with me.” Dean pleaded, his hand beckoning me.

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Bellamy Blake Imagine: Mistake

Requested

Prompts: 7- “How long have you been standing there?”
11- “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”
24- “Oh, fuck off.”
51- “Am I scaring you?”

Summary: Bellamy bets with Murphy that he would get into reader’s panties. But as the time passes he falls in love with her and stops caring about the bet, because he gets into relationship with her. But, unfortunately, she finds about the bet and they break up. However once he finds in the woods wounded after the fight with grounders, she finally gives him a chance to apologise and explain.

Word Count: 3584


A/N: So this request was hard to write for me since I can’t really imagine Bellamy doing something like that. So, please, don’t get mad at me for writing this.


Originally posted by morleybell


3rd POV
“What are you looking at?” Murphy approached Bellamy whose eyes were set on something, or better said on someone.

“At a piece of art,” Bellamy smirked licking his lips as he observed Y/N’s body. She was way more beautiful than any other girl around him and he couldn’t understand why he hadn’t approached you yet.

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Car Sex, Yoongi/Suga

I wrote this one a really long time ago and I’m going to post it for you guys, not that it makes up for any of the lack of posts but until I’m finished with the other requests this should suffice a little right? Hopefully. It’s a little different but enjoy. ~

Warnings: Language


We stopped driving some time ago. I don’t know how long we’ve just been sitting here, car parked on the side of the road, wrapped up in each other’s embrace. As soon as he stopped the car he pulled me to straddle his lap, his arms wrapping around me and his soft hands sliding up the back of his hoodie. His nails drew light circles on my lower back, Yoongi’s quiet voice whispering how much he loves me into my ear repeatedly. He just let me silently cry into his neck, the only noise being my sniffles and Yoongi’s whispers.

“Hey,” he murmurs, his hands sliding to caress my sides. I don’t move my face from his shoulder and he kisses my ear. “Baby, look at me.”

I pull back so I could see him, but it’s not even like I could very well. It was so dark out, being almost one in the morning. The stars and moon shone brightly but it wasn’t enough to light up Yoongi’s face. I blink at him anyways.

“I love you,” he says and I nod. He’s been saying that for the last hour.

He pulls one of his hands out from under the jacket, resting his warm palm on my cheek. His thumb strokes under my eye, wiping at the dampness there from my endless tears.

“Don’t cry anymore,” he whispers. “You’re far too beautiful to have tears streaming down your face..”

“Don’t make me cry then,” I whisper back. He moves his hand back under my jacket, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close to him. I play with his hair, resting my cheek on top of his head while he snuggles his face into the front of me.

“I won’t ever,” he says.

I feel his head shift and I look at him, seeing him staring at me. He blinks, his eyes flickering everywhere on my face before settling on my lips. He strains his neck up, slowly leaning closer and I figured he was going to kiss me, but he just pushes his lips to my jaw. He moves down, trailing feather light kisses all the way down my neck before retreating back up and placing one right at the corner of my mouth.

“I’m promising you on everything, I won’t ever be the reason for your tears again.”

He was murmuring against my lips, his chapped ones brushing against my own but he wasn’t kissing me. It was driving me crazy, I just wanted a kiss. I initiate it, leaning down and capturing his mouth. My eyes slip closed when he doesn’t pull away and my heart flutters when he tilts his head so he could poke his warm tongue deep between my lips. He slowly licks at my tongue, his hands squeezing at my sides, his nails digging into the skin of my back. I arch myself into him and he sighs contently, pulling me impossibly closer.

“Baby girl,” he mumbles, nipping at my bottom lip and massaging my hips. “I’m going to make you feel so good..”

I pull away and rest our foreheads together, both of us staring into each other’s eyes. His arm snakes around my back to hold me still, while his other hand slips into the front of my shorts. Two of his cold fingers push between my wet folds and rub, causing me to gasp at the temperature change. He slides through my wetness, keeping his eyes locked with mine as he gently strokes over my clit with the rough pad of his thumb.

“So swollen and wet..” He whispers, rubbing me gently. I whimper when he pulls away, slipping his hand in further and circling my entrance with his finger.

“Yoongi please.”

My head falls back when he pushes inside, slowly sliding in up to his knuckle. My breathing gets heavier, my hands weaving through his curly hair, tugging on the short strands as he moves his finger in and out. He slips another one in beside the first, his fingers massaging my inner walls. I moan and his arm tightens around me, bringing me back to him.

“Shh shh shh,” he whispers along my neck, wetly kissing my throat. “I’ve got you.”

He was pumping his fingers inside of me so languidly, so slowly and relaxed, I couldn’t take it. As soon as my hips push down on his hand once, he locks me in place with his arm, enabling me to move anymore while he drives in deep. He pulls and curls his fingers so perfectly it makes my stomach twist with want.

“Yoongi,” I whine his name.

“Okay baby okay,” he whispers, pulling his fingers out and his hand from my shorts. He wipes his fingers off on his jacket I had on and grabs my neck to pull me down for a kiss. “Lift your body.”

I hold myself over his lap, balancing my weight while he unbuttons his jeans and pushes the zipper down. He shimmies his pants down his thighs, bunching them up at his knees before grabbing my hips. All we have to do is move my loose shorts to the side so he could have access.

“Come here,” he pulls me closer to him until our chests are pushed together, his mouth gently pressing to mine. “I love you so much.”

I whimper and Yoongi grunts as he lowers me down onto him, slowly. When I’m sat completely on his bare thighs, his hips roll in tiny circles, helping me adjust to his thick size. I wrap my arms around his neck, leaning forward to bury my face into his hair and he kisses along the juncture of my throat. His hands slide down my body and grip onto my thighs when he starts moving, pushing his body up and burying his cock deep inside me.

“Oh,” I squeak, tightening my arms.

My hands fist into his hair and he groans against my neck, his hips jerking. He keeps his thrusts slow, pulling out at an agonizing pace and pushing back in just the same, but deep. His arm wraps around my back, his other hand moving to my hip so he could move my body up and down on his shaft. I moan and he grunts as I bounce on his lap, his cock pulsing inside of me every time he thrusted in.

“God I love you so much baby girl,” he nibbles and sucks on my neck harshly, grinding up into me and making my head spin when he brushes against my sweet spot. “So so so much.”

“Yoongi,” I moan his name and his entire body shivers, his hips pushing up faster now.

His hand is on my side, his thumb pushing into my skin next to my belly button and his other four fingers pressing against my spine tightly, keeping me arched against him. His arm moves behind me, his hand sliding into the back of my pants and smoothing over my ass. I feel two of his fingers at my entrance, where his cock was pushing in and out quickly.

“Fuck baby. You’re so stretched out around me,” he lets out a loud whimper, breathing against my shoulder. “Wish I could see it right now. See how wrecked you are down there because of my thickness.”

I knew he wasn’t using nasty wording because of the intimate situation we were in and I loved him for it. I pull back and grab his cheeks, holding his head still while I kiss him, my body bouncing. My tongue dances with his, our slimy muscles sliding against each other so passionately. I breath heavily out of my nose and so does he, both of us panting with both our chests heaving. I slide my hands up his tank top and scratch my nails down his chest, his throat vibrating as he moans loudly into my mouth.

“Yes yes yes,” he grunts, shoving his hips upwards. He starts slamming me down onto his cock, over and over. “Right there baby girl, I’m right there. Keep riding me just like this. So fucking perfect.”

I whimper into his mouth everytime his swelled cock tip hits my sweet spot dead on, every thrust in he was hitting it. Heat curls low in my gut as my climax approaches and Yoongi’s thrusts were getting sloppier by the second, his memeber pulsing and jerking against my clenching walls.

“Oh fuck,” he whines. “Oh fuck baby. You bounce on me so beautifully. You look so beautiful right now. So gorgeous, I love you.”

He grunts and with one last thrust inside, we both come undone. I moan into his mouth, my nails digging into the sore skin of his chest and he whimpers out a loud, firm, ‘uh’ while he releases. After we’ve both calmed down, Yoongi pulls out and fixes my shorts for me. He pulls his boxers and jeans back up before grabbing me and pulling me to lay down on top of him on the seat.

“I came inside you,” he says, no worry in his voice whatsoever as he rubs my back. I don’t reply and close my eyes, my ear resting over and listening to his fast beating heart. The sound was soothing and almost lulls me to sleep as I cling onto him.

“Hey,” he whispers and I him to let him know I’m listening. His lips push to my forehead in a sweet kiss. “You’re so god damn pretty and I love you.”

~AdminB

Tom Holland x reader

I don’t want to go home alone.


part 2

Words; 1024

Warnings; Flirting, kissing, drinking

“Where are you going?” I ask my friend Kayla, who forced me to come to a party with her. Someone had broken into my house last night and Kayla thought it would be great way to cheer me up. As an idea it was a great one, but the fact that now she was drunk and ready to ditch me.

“Y/N, hey, I met this amazing guy!” She says while she drags me to sit on the sofa.

“What guy? You were supposed to come back to my place after this.” I yell because the music is so loud.

“Look, this dude, Harrison, he’s so hot! I was thinking about leaving with him.” She says while looking around, clearly more interested about finding this mystery Harrison than spending time with me. Suddenly she lifts her hand and waves. I turn around in my seat trying to see the two guys walking towards us through the sweaty people grinding against each other. I quickly turn back to look at Kayla, but before I can say anything, I feel someone hopping on the couch right next to me, leaving me with very little space to sit in. I lift my gaze to see a face that I recognize immediately. Tom Holland, actor and pretty much the most beautiful person carved by the gods.

“Hi, I’m Tom.” He says leaning closer to my ear so that he wouldn’t have to shout. Feeling his warm breath against was already enough to give me goosebumps.

“I’m Y/N.” I say and pretty much just keep staring at him. His lips curve into a slight smirk, probably having something to do with the fact that I’m currently biting my bottom lip, admiring every inch of his face.

“And this is Harrison!” Kayla yells and wraps her arm around the blonde dude. Now that he is standing in front of me I realize, THIS is the Harrison she was talking about? I give him a slight nod and turn back to talk to Kayla.

“Are you seriously going to leave me here? You know I don’t want to go home alone after what happened.” I yell, getting slightly anxious.

“What happened?” Tom asks before she could say anything.

“Her house got robbed last night.” She answers. I turn to look at my hands, playing with my fingers while trying to calm myself. Anxiety is the worst.

“I can come with you if you want.” Tom says with a slight smile.

“I know we just met but if Harrison is ditching me and your friend here is going also- “ He starts to explain but I cut him off.

“That would be nice.” I say, looking directly into his eyes. There was something about the way he was looking at me, like he was assuring me everything was going to be okay.

“Great, well, we will call a taxi and be on our way.” Kayla says and hugs me, before grabbing Harrisons hand and pulling him outside the apartment, leaving me and Tom alone.

“Do you want to leave right away?” Tom asks, breaking the silence.

“I think I’m going to need a few drinks first.”


                            I keep giggling while I watch Tom struggling to open my front door, it being still a bit in need of a fix after the lock guy messed up and now the door is twice as hard to open.

“You need to kick the bottom of the door.” I say and push him slightly out of the way to kick it, and it finally opened. I still have my hand on his muscular arm, feeling it tensing when I take a tighter grip to keep me from falling.

“How can you be this drunk when I only saw you drink one beer?” He asks and helps me get inside before kicking the door shut.

“I took maybe three shots when you turned around to help the girl from walking against the glass door.” I say while taking my shoes off.

“Besides, I’m not that drunk, I’m just very clumsy person.”

“Whatever you say darling.” He says. The way word darling just slides off his tongue, amazing.

“You were great as Spider-man.” I tell him out of nowhere. Tom just stops and turns to look at me.

“You knew who I was?” He says and crosses his hands against his chest. Dammit, how his arms can be so distracting.

“Who wouldn’t? I have had a crush on you ever since Civil War came out!” I say without thinking, not even looking at him. I walk to the kitchen to grab a glass and fill it with water.

“A crush on me, huh?” Tom says and starts walking closer to me. The smirk on his face tells just as much as I need to know. He stops few inches away from me. I take a step back, only to bump into the kitchen counter.

“I mean, not like obsessed kind of crush, but just a slight admiration of your skills.” I lie. Or at least try to, I’m a terrible liar. Tom leans in to whisper in my ear “I have skills that you have no idea of.” Just one sentence was enough to send chills down my spine, making my knees feel a lot weaker suddenly. I feel his right hand against my arm, fingers rising up to my neck, his thumb lifting my chin so that I look at him in the eyes. I didn’t know what else to do but take the glass in my hand and drink from it, making Tom laugh.

“I’m trying to seduce you here and you’re more into drinking some water.“ He says, his smile wide but he still doesn’t move away. My heart starts beating much faster than it did before.

“Your plan is working, I didn’t tell you to stop.” I whisper, looking at his lips, and back into his eyes, now getting darker and his smirk coming back. He places his hands on my sides, pulling me so that our bodies have no space between.

“We’re both glad that you didn’t.” He says and crashes his lips against mine.

“You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this...”

summary: Visiting Tom and just being cute and tired. FLUFF

A/N: had some trouble finding any Tom Holland imagines lately, hope you like it!

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Security helped you get into the hotel where you were given directions how to get to Tom’s room. You thanked them with a nod of your head and grabbed the hand of your suitcase, walking in the direction of an elevator. After pressing the button to call it you checked your phone for any missed calls or texts while you were on the plane but saw only a few unimportand emails and social media notifications. As the door opened you placed the phone in the back pocket of your jeans and stepped inside, pressing the button with number five on it. The ride to the fifth floor was slow and was accompanied by the soft sounds of a typical elevator music. Walking ahead and then taking the first turn left made you feel slightly nervous, you haven’t seen Tom in a good few months and felt anxious to visit him by surprise. It was getting late so you were hoping he would be in his hotel room, already done with the shooting for the day. You stopped as you saw the number 503 on the door and took a breath. You knocked on the door a couple of times, hoping to see your boyfriend soon. You heard a few laughs and then the door opened was opened by smiley Tom. His eyes widened at the sight of you.

“Wait wh-I thought it was room se-what are you doing here, oh my God!!” His confused expression changed into a very excited one and he quickly pulled you into his arms and hugged tightly, with your head noozled into his neck while lightly standing on your tiptoes. He kissed the top of your head, “I missed you so much, baby.” 

“Hey! Where’s the food?” You heard some shouts coming from the room, “Yeah, where’s my pizza, man?”

“I missed you to, Tommy,” you say with a tired voice and place a kiss on his lips. You let go of him and turned to grab your suitcase but Tom was faster and with his other hand he grabbed yours and walked you inside, closing the door with his foot. 

“That’s not my food,” Anthony made a face before standing up and giving you a hug, “Sup, kid?”

“Nice to see you too, Mackie,” you smiled at him and then hugged Chris and Sebastian that were also in the room. The trio was definitely up to no good and they probably wanted to make Tom take part in their plan.

“Did I interupt something? Were you guys working? I-I can leave if you need me to-”

“It’s alright, don’t worry!” Chris laughed, “We were just discussing some stuff and ordered food.”

“Yeah! We wanted to make your boyfriend go ot with us tonight, have some fun, feel like joining us?” Mackie added. You sat on the couch next to him and after Tom left your suitcase in the other part of the room, he sat beside you. His arm found its way around your waist and he pulled you a little bit closer to him, “I never said I was going out with you guys!” Tom defended himself, now having another big reason not to go out and spend some time with you before you have to leave him.

“Dude, come on!” Sebastian whined  with Anthony following him a second later and Chris shushed them both. “It’s alright, he has his lady here now, let’s just wait for the food and leave them, yeah?” 


It was almost midnight by now, you and Tom were cuddled up on the couch watching a movie on the big TV screen. The both of you were quiet, enjoying each others company and being in each others arms while sharing a few passionte but sweet kisses here and there. The bright screen from the TV made the dark room look lighter and made it feel somehow cosy. 

After the amazing trio left you and Tom alone you changed your clothes to some shorts and a top. Later you felt chilly so you grabbed Tom’s hoodie that was laying on the chair and pulled it over your head to make you feel less cold. 

You turned around in your boyfriend’s arms and placed a kiss on his warm neck before closing your eyes, “Mmm.. you’re warm.”

He laughed gently, giving you a quick peck on the lips, “You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this…”

“Love you, Tommy. ‘Night.”

“Goodnight, baby. I love you too.”

anonymous asked:

so my hand has been cramping up whenever I write/draw (like towards my outer palm) so I was just wondering if you think I should get that checked out or just take a break from drawing (I know you're not s doc, I thought maybe you've experienced something similar) (also, note to self, start stretching my hand before I draw, lol)

Yes it is VERY IMPORTANT TO stretch and warm up your wrist, shoulder, neck, and arm before and after drawing. I had to get physio and treatment for Carpal Tunnel Syndrome when I was 18 because I had bad posture and never stretched. Here are some good stretches to help prevent CTS: 

Remember to have good posture (shoulder blades back, like you’re squeezing something in between them) and try not to hunch. Stretch your neck often as well! 

“Heaven”

Boyfriend Shawn blurb with mild smut elements

Heaven Ashley. Yes, that was her real name.

It was the number one question she was asked multiple times a day. The follow up always, “Well how did you get that?”

Southern parents.

She managed to answer every time with a smile, letting her soft Tennessee accent through to charm them further. She’d tell them her mother named her Heaven because she swore Jesus Christ himself sent her down from heaven to bless her life. Hallelujah! Praise the Lord! Amen!

She’d save the eye rolls for her dressing room. Six years in the music industry and she’d heard it all. The first two years playing bars meant she had the luxury of hearing her favorite pick up line nightly. “Is your name Heaven cause you’re an angel?” At this point she felt like her eyes should be stuck in the back of her head from all the eye rolls. Thanks Mom and Dad.

The industry knew her as Heaven Ashley. Her friends knew her as Evan. He called her Ev.

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Mon Seul (My Only)

Pairing: Philip Hamilton x reader
Word Count: 1,592ish
T/W: None! (just gets a little steamy)
A/N: For Anon’s request: “What about a fic where reader is Laf’s daughter and her and Phillip grew up together and he’s a little older than her and they date but hide it from their parents and then everyone finds out?”
Hope it’s okay that I gave the reader a little french accent/speaks French, I mean she’s Laf’s daughter, I thought I was only appropriate. I did make it a little different, so just let moi know if you want something else. I’ll be glad to write it.
Tags: @justfangirlingaround


Sent:

“Mon beau, Philip,

I am greatly anticipating my return to America. Though it has only been two years since I left, I have been counting the days until I return with my family, we will be staying at my father’s land in New York. France is beautiful this time of the year, everything is in…how would you say, bloom? I often sit in the garden and think about when we were children, how you would always pick the flowers and bring them to me. I do miss those days, just as I miss you. I cannot wait to see you. You are much more interesting (and handsome) than any nobel my father could ever introduce me to. Do not worry mon amour, my heart belongs to you alone. I often lose myself in the thoughts of you lying next to me those Summer nights when you snuck into my room. I only hope we get the chance to revisit those memories this Spring. 

Forever, Y/n”

Received:

“Ma moitié, 

I cannot wait for your arrival, I am jealous of every nobel that has gotten to spend time in your presence. I too remember the days when we would play in my father’s garden. I brought you as many flowers as I could, but they all paled in comparison to your beauty, my love. I only wish you hadn’t moved back to France, so I could remind you of that everyday. I know your father is important and needed, but it was painful to say goodbye, I only imagine it will be harder the second time. I too hope to revisit those memories while you are staying in America. My love, I miss every part of your body, and only wish to have it near. My heart beats for you alone.

Always, Philip”

“Are you excited to see your friends again?” your father, Lafayette walked up beside you as you saw America’s shoreline come into view. 

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Deck the Halls- Harrison Osterfield

Authors notes: OH BOY has it been a while since I’ve posted a piece of writing wow! Is it too early for Christmas fics?!? I hope not bc I’m feeling festive. I kinda came up with this while I was decorating my house with my family and now here we are. Like I said its been some time since I’ve written so I’m sorry if this is trash, but I’m always open to some constructive criticism! I hope all you lovelies enjoy! 

Word Count: 1557 (oops)

Warnings: pure fluff dw

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You loved winter. The cold weather called for days inside cuddled under a blanket with hot chocolate, reading a book or watching your favourite movie. Your boyfriend Harrison also loved winter, but he’d rather spend it another way. He’d drag you out from under the blankets on the day of the first snowfall to catch snowflakes on your tongues and attempt to make snowmen with the little snow that fell. Although your feelings towards how you wanted to spend winter were different, you could both agree that the best part of the season was Christmas.

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Bad Boy (Part 6).

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader.

Warnings: Angst, bad, really terrible angst but angst. Talk about gangs,, talk about tattos, nigtmares, horrible writing, me being bad at feelings and even worst at writing about them. Bucky being too cute. You’ve been warned.

Word Count: 792.

Rating: 18+.

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

I want to apologize before hand for the really shitty attempt at angst. Is horrible.

Tagging my wives @sexylibrarian1 and @thecrownedrose

@ryverpenrad @supernatural-girl97 @brokenanxiety @palaiasaurus64 @marveldcmistress @acunningstargazer @sebstanchrisevanchickforever19


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Can’t Handle the Heat - Joe Sugg

Request: Can you do a Joe imagine where they’re in the kitchen cooking together and Y/N sits up on the counter top and it gets a little steamy? It doesn’t have to be smutty just maybe sensual and a bit romantic if that makes sense

Smut: No

Requests are OPEN!

A/N: So I made it so it was just Joe cooking but it’s still a good imagine! 

I hope you like it! :)

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Joe’s POV

“Whatcha cooking?” (y/n) asked, as she walked into the kitchen. I placed the knife down and turned to look at her.

We haven’t been dating long but man, did the sound of her voice make my heart race. She was always someone who was very difficult to get to know so it definitely took more than the usual amount of effort to be able to call her mine. We’ve been taking things pretty slow as neither of us are looking to settle down any time soon but being in a relationship with her had me thinking about a future.

“Joe…” She said, snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked at her, sitting the countertop in nothing but my t-shirt that went just passed her butt so her lacy underwear was showing, just a little. God, she was something else.

“I thought I’d make us some pasta with chicken.” Tonight was my night to cook.

We made plans that every night we would switch up who was cooking and then on Sunday’s we would cook together. She would cook on the days I would be editing or filming and I would cook on the days she’d stay late at work. It was the perfect arrangement.

“Sounds perfect.” She said, crossing her ankles. “What are your plans for tonight then?”

“What did you have in mind?” I asked, knowing she wanted to spend time together. 

Whenever she wanted to have a cozy night in, she would always ask what my plans were but use a certain tone within the question so I always knew what she was thinking. I didn’t mind though, I loved that she was willing to hear my plans out first before automatically assuming I would be staying home.

“I was thinking, I could quickly run out and grab some champagne, run us a bath later, throw in one of Zoe’s bath bombs, light some candles, throw on a movie and we could have a nice relaxing night?”

“In the mood for relaxation?” I asked, walking over to her and placing my hands on the side of her thighs.

“My body’s pretty sore from work. We had to try out some new routines so it was kind of rough.”

(y/n) was a dancer and had been since she was four. She was always dancing around the house to her favourite songs and she knew she wanted to do it professionally so she started teaching some classes, while taking some herself and she’s done pretty well for herself by opening up her own dance studio.

“Well I could probably give you a little massage.” I let out a cheeky smile as I moved my hands under her (aka my) t-shirt and placed them on her butt. 

“Wow, five star treatment here at the Sugg Hotel.” She said, wrapped her arms around my neck, bringing me closer to her.

I smiled once again as I pressed my lips against hers. She wrapped her legs around me as the kiss began to deepen. “Maybe you’ll even get a full body massage.” I teased, pulling away from the kiss.

“No, no.” She said, pulling me back towards her. “I wasn’t finished.” 

“If you can’t handle the heat, get out of the kitchen.” I said, denying her and turning back to the chicken.

“Two can play at this game, Sugg.” She said, brushing past me and from the corner of my eye, I saw her remove her shirt, revealing her bare back racy red lace underwear before she completely disappeared into my room. Damn, she’s good.

Summer Heat Part 8


Synopsis: A fic where you and Shawn are camp councilors and you hate his guts. Sexual tension ensues.

Part 1  | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8


You can see Shawn’s house at the end of the street as you pass your own. You look to see if anyone is home as the car passed your place and there isn’t. It’s a Monday so your mom would be at work and your brothers at school. It’s strange being so close to your house but not being able to go home. You suppose you could probably go in the backdoor, you had your keys, and you could get anything you might need while you’re at Shawn’s but you decide you probably shouldn’t in the event that your nosy neighbor Betty might see you. She would rat you out about everything in high school, you really hated her.

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