how could you refuse

Girl: George! George Harrison! We shouldn’t ask you this but you’re so strong. 

Other Girl: And so famous!                                                                             

George: Yes, yes, go on.                                                                                       

Girl: We wondered if you could do something for us?                                            

George: How could I refuse such intelligent girls?                                         

*From Me to You begins playing as George does squats for 22 seconds with no apparent reason, then stops abruptly*                                                                   

George: Now what can I do for you?

Can u believe there are actual ppl who think reigen isn’t a good person?

Cold (Yoongi x Reader)

- pt 1 -

words: 3,687

genre: angst

summary: he always had a cold personality and kept you at a distance

a/n: When you get to the 2nd hospital scene, just insert some random guy’s name idk I was too lazy to actually make one up. Btw I’ve never had a concussion and I don’t know much about hospitals yet, despite being a nursing major (pretty sure South Korea is different from America too). Disclaimer just in case I get some stuff incorrect. Let me know if you want a part two!!

Min Yoongi had always acted cold towards you.

The members tried to justify his behavior, that he was cold to everybody and on the inside, he cared for them all deeply. But it never really seemed that way to you.

You were just an outsider, anyway. That’s what he had called you when you had started to hang out with the boys a lot. An outsider. You tried not to think too much about it. All you did was ignore his presence once you realized he didn’t want to be friends with you.

You didn’t talk to him. He didn’t talk to you.

You sat against the fence of the basketball court, watching the members play basketball with one another. You were okay at basketball, but you weren’t amazing like the other boys were at it, so that’s why you were sat off to the side.

Yoongi had sat down as well, tired from playing so much. It was his favorite sport after all, so of course he went all out for it. You glanced over to him, noticing the far distance between the two of you. He was drinking a bottle of water, sweat dripping down the side of his face.

You looked away soon, trying not to get swayed by his attractiveness. You had a crush on him, but you knew that you had no chance by the way he treated you so coldly. Even the members themselves told you that he wasn’t ever going to date anyone. They said something about him not wanting to get intimate or share his emotions with someone else.

It was pretty obvious that he didn’t even like you anyway.

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One Condition(m)

Summary: You and Jimin have a perfectly-normal-good sex life, so you can’t really understand his need to explore further….whatever, two can play at that game. Looks like there won’t be much sleeping going on tonight.

Genre: A lil fluff/ lotta smut/ and hopefully I can make u giggle

Word count: 3,038

Warnings: Face sitting/ Breathplay (~light~Choking)…sorry mom

A/n: This is the FIRST EVER fic I felt comfortable releasing! I’m so super excited to share this w/ you guys and I hope u enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed making it:’’) . ps. this one for my chubby hoes or for my cuties w a lil more meat on ur thighs. jimin luvs u n so do i 💖💖💖


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Taken By Force (Taeyong!)

anon(s) said:Hey guys! I was wondering about a Dom!Taeyong smut where he’s really rough and forces you to blow him? Of course including consent but still, can it be really hot and stuff? :D sincerely, whose life is now complete 😌 thanks for your hard work guys❤

Can i request Taeyong smut when he finds out his gf search history was “Taeyong SMUT fanfic” “Taeyong 18+ fanfic” etc Lolololol Thank-you and have a great day

could you do a rough!taeyong super steamy smut? please make it as hot as you can sorry im just too thirsty for this guy lmao

author: admin hyo

word count:1863

a/n: What have I done~ this took me forever, but it’s here. The only real warning is that there is some consensual non-con. So if you’re not into that don’t read. But please enjoy.

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Y’Know, You’re Awful Cute (Reader x McCree)

((I know you didn’t specifically ask for this to be a fic, but heck I got carried away. This is actually the first fic I’ve written on this blog, being a new mod and all. I hope you enjoy it!))

It was early in the morning at the Overwatch headquarters, and you were the first to arrive, as usual. That was alright, though, you enjoyed tidying up the place before anyone else had arrived; they always complimented you on how nice it looked, saying things like “You’re quite the overachiever” and “I’m glad we recruited you”. Something seemed wrong when you had come in, though. There was a strong, musty scent in the air, and a few more bottles of whiskey laying around than usual. You had a sinking feeling in your stomach, and your mind couldn’t help but race with what could have happened last night.

You gathered two bottles from the table and turned around to collect more, but a dark shape against the wall caught your eye. You turned your head and saw a body sitting on the floor, propped up against the wall, head facing straight up, legs out in different directions, surrounded by various types of alcohol bottles and cans. You were so startled by this that you dropped one of the bottles you were holding on the floor, causing it to shatter loudly and the person who was passed out on the floor to wake with a jolt and jerk their head around frantically.

Once you had steadied your breathing and gotten over your initial shock, you recognized the person as Jesse McCree, one of your allies in Overwatch. Although, “ally” was putting it lightly. Over the year-and-a-half that you had been a part of Overwatch, you had developed a crush on the cowboy.

McCree had come to his senses and realized you were in the room with him. He shook his head, trying to clear it, and attempted to greet you.

“Oh hey, (Y/N). I forgot you worked mornin’ shift around here,” McCree joked, rubbing his face as he began to stand up. He was trying to play it cool, but it was clear to you that something had happened last night. You knew McCree was a fan of the occasional bottle of whiskey, but this was the most bottles you had ever seen.

“Are you okay?” you asked as you put the bottles you were holding back onto the table and walked over to him.

“Yeah, I’m fine, darlin’,” he said to you, leaning against the wall. His breath reeked of alcohol, which made you hold your nose. “Just a little tired.”

“McCree, are you…” You hesitated. It felt wrong to flat out ask if he was drunk. You tried to find a way to reword your question. “Did you stay here last night?”

McCree, leaning against the wall and smiled at you with the dopiest grin you had ever seen. “Eeyup, had myself a lil party. Guess I got carried away,” he chuckled. “Yeah, I sure had a blast. Man, was that tiring…” he began to fall, but you caught him before he could embrace the floor. You nearly fell over with him, but luckily he was able to stand with your support.

“Come on, McCree, let’s get you to bed,” you sighed, and began to walk with him, his arm slung over your shoulders and your arm around his waist. You were leading him to the infirmary, thinking that he would be able to rest in one of the spare beds.

You walked in silence, when suddenly you hear him say, “Y’know, you’re awful cute when you’re determined.” The compliment caught you off guard, but you brushed it off as the alcohol talking, and kept looking forward. But he continued to speak. “When you first came here, I wasn’t too sure about you. I admit, I can be a bit cold on newbies, especially with how many wannabes we’ve had. But you…” He stopped, and you looked at him. You were shocked to see a deep sorrow in his eyes as he gazed at the floor. “You’re so determined to make a change, (Y/N). And you always have so much optimism. I don’t know how I even found the will to fight before you joined us.” He looked at you and smiled, but this time, it was a sincere, wholehearted smile that made your heart begin pounding.

“You… you’re my reason to fight, (Y/N).”

You had reached the infirmary, and McCree had sat down on one of the beds. You looked down, too nervous to meet his eyes. “Do you… do you really mean that?”

He grabbed your hand, and you looked up at him, seeing in his eyes a sincerity that could not be denied. “Of course I mean… I get it, you think it’s the booze messin’ up my sense, but it’s not. I’ve wanted to tell you this for so long, and I hate that it had to be like this, but I love you. I wanna be with you.”

Your throat tightened. It was hard to believe this was happening. You were at a loss for words, so all you could do was nod your head and smile. McCree understood what you meant, and he smiled back. He let go of your hand and laid down, but as you turned to leave, he said, “Wait.”

You turned back around and it seemed as if his melancholy had returned. He patted the empty space beside him, letting you know he wanted you with him. How could you refuse?

You laid down next to him, your faces inches away. He brushed your hair aside and kissed your forehead, and you realized how incredibly warm he felt. He put his arm around your waist and pulled you closer, and you put your hand on your face. Both of you were lost in each other’s eyes, before his began closing, and yours, a sudden fatigue coming over you, followed suit. Soon, you were both fast asleep, dreaming together in each other’s embrace.

-Mod Galaxy

The Hawaiian monk seal may have colonized the Hawaiian Islands as early as 10 million years ago, but today this seal is one of the most endangered marine mammals in the world, with only about 1300 remaining in the wild. 

Most Hawaiian monk seals now live in the Northwestern Hawaiian Islands in Papahānaumokuākea Marine National Monument, but some live in the main Hawaiian Islands, including in Hawaiian Islands Humpback Whale National Marine Sanctuary. Young Hawaiian monk seals sometimes become entangled in plastic debris and derelict fishing nets and can drown – so one of the best things you can do to help these endangered seals is to reduce the amount of single-use plastic you utilize and to participate in a beach cleanup near you! 

(Photo: Ed Lyman/NOAA)

Seventeen Performance Unit Lip Balm Reaction

I came out with the hip-hop unit version of this yesterday or the day before and someone asked for the performance unit, so how could I refuse! So here you go, thanks for requesting <3 This is the performance unit reacting to you getting a tasty new lip balm.

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Hoshi: Raspberry Pomegranate

“It looks great, Hosh!” You called to your boyfriend across the practice room. You were working on your laptop, watching him while he practiced. He looked at you in the mirror while he went to turn the music off and take a break with you. When he walked over to you, he lifted the laptop off of your legs, placed it on the floor next to you, and helped lift you up by your hands before wrapping you up in a tight hug. He leaned out of the hug to kiss you, but when he pulled away, he looked at you in amazement.

“Did you drink a smoothie?” You furrow your eyebrows at the strange question.

“No, why?” He glances back down at your lips, and kisses you again, still sporting the same confused look. Then he does it again, and again.

“Hosh, what?” You ask, a little confused by his actions.

“You taste like a smoothie.” He marveled at your lips as realization dawned on you.
“Ooooh, Hoshi, that’s my new lip balm!” You laughed at him. “Is it okay?” He looked at you in mock deliberation, before leaning in to kiss you again and then turning to walk away.

“Yep.”

Jun: Cotton Candy

You walked beside Jun back to the dorm from picking up a couple of groceries for the boys, you carrying one bag, him carrying the other. You were glad to go with him, you liked spending time with him. You liked it a lot. In fact, neither of you had really made a move, but you had a feeling that the feeling was mutual. However, you weren’t sure if you should just sit around and wait for him to make the first move, but you also didn’t want to pressure him with his busy schedule, so you weren’t sure how to go about it.

“You okay?” His voice brought you back to reality.

“huh?”

“What were you thinking about?” He let out a breathy snort of a laugh as you were startled out of your trance.

“Oh. Nothing.”

“You sure?”

“yeah.” You assured him as you pulled your lip balm out to smear some on your lips, less because your lips were dry and more because it was a mindless thing you did to distract yourself from his questioning. Little did you know he was staring at you the whole time you did it. As you returned the cap to its place and put it back in your purse, Jun took up a new line of questioning.

“What’s that?” You looked at him a little incredulously. What did it look like?

“Lip balm.”

“Is it flavored?” You were a little confused as to where this was going, but you saw a little twinkle in his eye that made you want to answer him.

“Yeah, why?” You looked at him a little suspiciously but with a small, almost imperceptible smirk ornamenting your features. He noticed it. He stopped walking.

“Can I taste it?” Your eyes went wide in realization, and you stuttered incomprehensibly, completely flustered and unsure of what to say. He dropped the bag he was carrying and whispered as took your face in his hands to pull you up to him.

“You’re too cute.” And at that he crashed his lips onto yours. Stroking your cheek with his thumb, he moved his lips over yours firmly and passionately, and reached down to drop the bag from your hands, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers into his soft chestnut locks. He snaked his arms all the way around your lower back and pulled you up to him even further. When the two of you broke the kiss, he kept holding you against him as he grinned widely.

“You taste as sweet as you look.” He said in a singsong voice just oozing with flirtatiousness, Earning a smack on the chest from you before you two resumed your walk back to dorms hand in hand.

Dino: Pear

You and dino were at the park on an early spring Sunday afternoon, just talking work. He was excited about a new choreo, you were finally making friends with the girl who sat at a desk near you, things like that. Watching as dogs ran their owners around and kids frolicked on swing sets and slides, you both sat on a bench, just enjoying each other’s company and the beautiful day. You pulled out your lip balm and spread it on your lips. He pointed out a couple of particularly adorable kids on the playground, earning a giggle from you followed by a peck on the lips. He leaned into you a little, making the kiss last a little longer than just the intended peck, not that you were complaining. After you two pulled away, he laughed a little and looked at his lap before moving his gaze back to the playground.

“What?” You wondered about his laugh. He looks over at you biting his lip to control his smile.

“You taste like pears.” He replied. You crinkled your nose at him cutely and leaned your head on his shoulder.

“It’s my new lip balm. I’ll keep wearing it.” You spoke softly as he took hold of your hand and started playing with your fingers.

The8: Blueberry

“Thanks for watching this with me.” You looked up at your boyfriend with adoration and he looked down at you with the same as he fiddled with your fingers on the couch in your living room. The beginning of Ariel was playing on the tv, and you had your knees curled up in front of you as you leaned on Minhao’s shoulder. You reached up to slide your fingers around the back of his neck and pull him in for a kiss as thanks for spending the evening with you, and he complied readily, kissing you back gently and sweetly. When you pulled away, you noticed a generous dusting of pink in his cheeks as he avoided your eyes.

“What?” You looked at him quizzically. For the most part, you’d gotten past the awkward phase, so he usually only responded shyly when other people were around.

“Nothing.” He lied, clearly.

“No, what?” You giggled at his cute behavior. He buried his face in your neck and you laced your fingers through his hair to massage his scalp as your heart melted a little. After a couple moments of this, he responded.

“I… think I could taste your lip balm.” He mutters, barely audible as he pushes his nose into your neck even more, causing you to laugh.

“Was it okay?” You checked with him, wanting to know how he felt about it. He reached his hand out to rest on your waste.

“I liked it…” You could practically feel the heat emanating from his cheeks and it brought a smile to your face.

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Hope you liked it! I’m completely open to requests, so if you want to see anything else from me then just lemme know.

BTS Reaction: First Time With You on Their Birthday

Anon asked: Bts reaction when you Want your First Time with him  on their Birthday As a present for him :)

I hope this lives up to your expectations lol -Spice

Rap Monster:

As soon as you said the words, Namjoon was completely ready. He would take your hand and lead you into the bedroom, giving you a smirk as he did so. Internally, he would be very happy that you offered yourself to him on his birthday, so he would make sure that you felt even better than he did by the end of it.

Originally posted by bangtangirl-cutennes-v

Jin:

He would be slightly shocked when you would ask to have sex with him as a birthday gift. Seokjin would ask again to make sure that it was truly what you wanted, and even after you assured him, he would go very slow to give you plenty of opportunities to back out. Despite his cautions, he was rather excited to be your first.

Originally posted by yoongichii

Suga:

He would probably greet your proposal with silence at first, not sure if he had heard you right. Once he made sure that you were serious about your suggestion, he would mumble, “Well, if you’re sure about this, then lets do it.” On the outside he may not seem very excited, but the exact opposite was true, he just didn’t want to make you feel pressured by his eagerness.

Originally posted by remartins97

J-Hope:

Hoseok would find you unbearably cute when you suggested having sex with him, the way your cheeks flushed just drove him crazy. Despite how turned on he was, he would definitely try lightening the mood with jokes, so that you didn’t feel too pressured. It would touch him that you trusted him enough to let him be  your first, and he didn’t want to ruin that.

Originally posted by btsumari

Taehyung:

V would probably give you a blank stare, trying to judge whether or not you were serious. Once he realized that you were, he would pull you close to his body and give you a slow but passionate kiss. He would constantly be asking if you were okay or if he was going too fast, because he didn’t want his excitement to rush you into anything.

Originally posted by btsdaddy

Jimin:

Jimin would likely get a little shy when you suggested that you have sex, not being sure how to respond to such a forward request. He would get over his nerves, saying, “If you trust me that much, how could I refuse?” He would make sure your first time was as gentle as possible, while trying not to show how nervous he was himself.

Originally posted by h-farah01

Jungkook:

He would likely be pretty shook when you ask, saying, “Are you sure? are you really sure you want to do this?” After some reassurances, his demeanor would change from a shy young boy to a dominant man. “Well if this is what you want, I’ll give it to you baby girl.” Although he would act very dominant, he would definitely make sure you were okay before he did anything.

Originally posted by mrspreadinglegsjungkook

Auston Matthews- Play with me too

Request:  i just started following XD and i have a feeling that your page is gonna be amazing! would it be alright to request and Auston Matthews imagine where he takes y/n back to Arizona with him and all the little kids (like nieces and nephews) love y/n and want y/n to play games with them?

Author’s notes: I have no idea where this went but I’m actually pretty happy with it. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings:

Up next:  Brendan Gallagher

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The Adventures of HotDog Girl & Sir Christian

Originally posted by hoechlineleven

A/N: Felt like writing about this cutie because he deserves some loving in the world. Enjoy!

WARNING: I can’t remember if there are curses so just keep that in mind!

“Finally we’re here!” Your best friend said finally finding parking in the lot “Yay.. Comic Con..” you said sarcastically. You didn’t mind   the Comic scene but you did mind the traveling and ton of cosplayers who were going to be walking around. “Hey, in the birthday boy so you better start slapping on that smile.” He said leaving the car with you following right behind him “Yeah, I know. Guess I’m still kind of jet lagged.” You said smiling, you loved your bestfriend he was like an older brother to you but you didn’t love flying or cosplayers.

 As you both entered the convention the noise,smell,and music hit you all at once “Lets go get people to sign things! Teen wolf is here again! I’m so happy you bought front row tickets to their panel, I love you (Y/N).” He said hugging you tightly. Six years ago your friendship was founded by your shared love for Teen Wolf, so of course you both the best possible tickets before they sold out, about 4 years of saving your checks, tips and any change just to get him those tickets but he didn’t know that and you didn’t mind because he was grateful regardless of that knowledge.

 "Holy shit Jason Aaron is here! I need to get his autograph and picture!“ You heard your best friend say but you weren’t paying him close attention because a particular smell hit your nose "Mmm.. Hot Dogs.. hey do you want one?” You asked turning around to see him no longer standing beside you “Okay, guess not.” You said shrugging trying to follow the smell of the hotdogs but to no avail because you somehow ended up getting tangled between cosplayers “I just want a damn hotdog.” You mumbled to yourself trying to escape the cosplay crowd “Need help?” You heard a muffled voice say next to you and as you turn it’s a cosplayer dressed as “It” from the Stephen King classic.

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Paparazzi

Pairing: Implied:SherlockxReader, Eventual!SherlockxReader (There will be a part II)

Warnings: Cliff hanger, kidnapping, mentions of prostitution (not the reader), mentions of murder and violent/graphic scenes, and very creepy Moriarty.


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“That isn’t fair!” How could he give you a ‘C’ when you did more work than everyone else? Even he admitted it was the best piece, and most supported article! But no- he gave you a 'C’ because it had nothing to do with “current events”. Because the brutal slaying of a prostitute doesn’t seem to qualify. Does no one else think even they deserve some ink? 

“Your essay was supposed to be on a current topic, not the mutilation of a street-” That’s where you drew the line.

 "So, if I had done the assassination of a diplomat, I would’ve gotten an 'A’?“ You snapped. No one wanted to admit that they thought whoever killed people like her were "cleaning up the place”. But that woman had a life, just like any other victim. How was her death any different, or less impactful on the world? She was someone’s little girl, a sister, and a mother to two boys. But that’s not how anyone else saw it, and that really burned you up inside. 

Almost sheepishly, he replied, “Yes.” Now you wanted to tear his stupid office apart, but you knew it would do you absolutely no good. You’d handle how the general public saw the people working on the streets when you were an actual journalist. For now, you’d have to find away to fix your grade. Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you carefully chose your words.

 "Can I fix this, in any way?“ And that’s the question that led you to start researching the one and only: Sherlock Holmes. If you could just get the story to make any other journalists’ career- he’d fix your grade. How could you say no to such an opportunity? You couldn’t, and that’s what lead you to take the flat right below him at 221C Baker Street.

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A Friend In Need - Jughead Jones Imagine

Originally posted by evenstoast

Warnings: Mentions of accident, death scare

Request: None

Summary: (Y/N)’s mother was in a really bad accident and is on the brink of death. Jughead visits hoping to help (Y/N) through the difficult time.

A/N: this is my first ever imagine and I’ve made the relationship more platonic however I tried to leave it open enough so if you wanted it to be more it can be. Let me know what you think! ❤️

You’re laying down face first into your pillow, sobs racking your body as you cry your heart out. You had just been told that your mother had been in an accident. A bad one. She was currently fighting for her life in hospital and there was a good chance she wouldn’t make it. But did that stop the doctors for telling you visiting hours were over? Nope. So here you are balling your eyes out as your mother fights for her life with only soap operas to give her support. You head snaps up as you hear someone knocking on the front door. You wipe your eyes, only to realise that your mascara and eyeliner had smudged all over your face and pillow. The knocking once again interrupts your despair.

“Go Away!” you shout once you get within range of the front door.

“(Y/N) please open the door,” you hear the deep voice of your best friend, “I’ve brought Pop’s.”

You sigh as you open the door for him, you never could refuse a Pop’s burger.

“How are you holding up?” Jughead asks as he waltzes through the hallway, you could almost swear he’s been here more than his own home. Your train of thought is once again interrupted by Jughead as he calls out to you from your kitchen.

“What?” You call out, starting to make your way over to him as he sighs.

“I said, ‘Have you heard from the hospital yet?’” He hands you your burger.

“No,” you sigh after a bite, “They said I can expect to hear from them tomorrow morning.”

“So they expect your mum to pull through?”

“I don’t know, one minute they’re telling me that she may not make it through the night and the next they’re telling me she’s going to make a full recovery.”

“That’s good”

“C'mon Juggy, you can’t honestly expect me to be so naive to believe that they’re not sugar coating it for me”

“(Y/N),”

“No. My mother may be heading to the grave as we speak, but for the sake of appearances I can’t be there”

“I think it’s more that they’re protecting you from seeing -”

“I DON’T CARE!! I need my mother! And I don’t need protecting…not from anyone, including you” you say through the hot tears that run down your face, “I don’t care…”

“(Y/N)” he says drawing out your name in the softest tone you’ve ever heard him use, “come here.”

Before your mind has even registered the movement, Jughead wraps his arms around you in the most comforting hug you’ve ever gotten. Maybe it’s the fact that you had finally let out your frustration, or the fact that your best friend who doesn’t like physical contact has wrapped you in his arms, but you started crying harder.

“It’s ok (Y/N),” he soothes, rubbing your back, “It’s ok.”

While keeping your crying figure closely wrapped in his arms, Jughead shuffles you both back onto the couch holding you close to him as you cuddle up to him, hiccups overtaking your now soft sobs. 

Your eyes immediately open as a shrill ring disturbs the peaceful silence that had overcome your residence. You hazily look around and realise you must have fallen asleep as your head was now in Jughead’s lap, with him soothingly stroking your (H/C) hair. Another ring brings you back to your senses and you jump up racing to the nearest phone.

You hesitate and look to Jughead.

“I can’t, if she’s gone,” your voice starts trembling, “I can’t, I can’t…”

He looks at you with sadness in his eyes before he reaches out and answers the telephone. After a short conversation consisting of Jughead’s simple replies and a muffled speaker on the other end, Jughead hangs up the phone with a final “thank you doctor”.

“And? Is she ok? Will she live? Has she died?” You quickly ramble out hoping that your best friend can demolish the dread accumulating and weighing down your stomach. After a pregnant pause which only leaves you fearing the worst, Jughead finally turns to you and with a smile gracing his lips.

“Your mother is now in stable condition and will be awake to see you tomorrow”

(A/N: Y/N = Your Name; H/C = Hair Colour)

Imagine skipping class with Chris.

A/N: Here’s Part 3. You can read the previous parts here: (Unexpected Reader - Part 1/Part 2) I hope you enjoy it, ‘cause I am. I like that it’s not as easy as the other love stories, it’s nice to see them really work for what they want. Anyhoo, I’ll leave you to read. X

Chris paced the pavement outside your apartment building, fingers playing with the hairs on his face. He was waiting to catch you before you headed to UCLA for your Tuesday morning class. The class that you’d told him numerous times was your least favorite and least important with your least favorite lecturer, hence why he was waiting outside your door; he had hope he could be a bad influence and steal you away for the day.

Since meeting at the airport a few weeks ago, you’d been inseparable. It was insane, but you could now safely say you were friends with Chris Evans. The same Chris Evans you’d been a fan of for years, and also the same Chris Evans who was a fan of your work. You still couldn’t believe it when he told you he’d read all your stories- that he was an avid fan of your mini-series. You thought you’d died in a plane crash on your way over to Sydney where you were catching a flight back to Los Angeles, and that all of it was part of your afterlife. But no, you were still alive and you were friends with your celebrity crush who had planned an amazing day for you.

His plans started with breakfast because he knew you more often than not skipped breakfast, then he was taking you to Marvel Studios in Burbank to meet some of the people in the industry. His grand finale had him pulling some crazy strings; he still couldn’t believe he was going to be able to take you inside the Dolby Theatre- where he knew your incredible talent would take you one day- and have dinner on the stage itself. He didn’t realize that in doing all of it, he was basically doing what he promised he wouldn’t do until he answered the question he’d been losing sleep over- “am I in-love with her, or the idea of her?”- and that was to take you out on a date.

But the thing he didn’t see was that if he was in-love with just the idea of you- the image he’d conjured from the words you’d written, he would’ve just taken you out already. He wasn’t just being your friend to start with because he was confused, he was doing it to show you that he respected and cared about you. Yes, your second person protagonist was wonderful and he wished he had that life, but that wasn’t real and you were. You were real and as wonderful and right in front of him; he wasn’t going to do anything to risk losing you. If he had to take it incredibly slow to achieve the life you clearly both craved, so be it.

“As I live and breathe,” Chris heard your voice and a smile immediately formed on his lips. “Chris Evans.” He looked up and saw you exit, smiling as you slung your bag over your shoulder and walked down the steps to meet him. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Well…” He began, taking your backpack from you to help with the load; you smiled at the gesture as you took the arm he was holding out for you. “I was just wondering if you’d let me be a bad influence and steal you away for the day.” He said as the two of you started walking towards the direction of your university.

“Mm…” You wiggled your mouth from left to right, pondering. Your attendance was- as they say- on point, so you could afford to skip one day without any negative repercussions. “Depends,” you quipped with a smirk and he bit back his smile to hide his growing excitement. “What’s the offer?”

“I can’t tell you just yet,” he winked and you rolled your eyes. “But I can assure you that it’s better than anything Professor Killian can offer you.” You laughed and he nudged you playfully, “c'mon. You’re the perfect student, you can afford to miss one day. The most you’ll get is a light slap on the wrist, a 'I’m not angry, just disappointed’ speech.”

“That is a terrible speech to get.”

“True, but I promise it’ll be worth your time.”

“Is it worth missing my chance at education though?”

“Oh, definitely,” he nodded with a serious look that made you laugh. The second you started laughing, his lost his composure and a wide smile spread across his face. “It’s a boring and uninspiring class, Y/N. I think you’re much better off spending the day with a guy who’s been in the industry for decades now.”

“Wow, decades. That’s amazing, Chris,” you said and he nodded, a little to smugly. “But do you want to know what’s even more amazing?” You tried not to laugh as you proceeded to tease, “that I’m friends with a man sixteen years older than me.” You quipped then laughed when he shot you a deadpan look, even though he was trying very hard not to smile.

“Ha ha,” he bit playfully and you giggled. “Are you going to let me take you for the day or what?” You shrugged, smirking, but of course you were; you would never give up a chance to spend time with him. “I know you don’t want to miss out on school, but our trip is going to be somewhat educational. So…” He trailed off, smiling.

“Somewhat educational, you say? Oh, well- how could I refuse?” You dramatically responded in a almost south western accent; he nodded in response, chuckling at your overacting. “It sounds like you’ve got an actually educational event beat.” Your normal accent returned as you continued to tease him. “I guess I’m all yours, Evans.”

Chris felt his heart flutter at that statement, which was something he’d only read himself do in your stories. He realized that the more time he spent with you, the more he felt like he was living in one of your perfect worlds where nothing would ever go wrong. He looked over at you as you allowed your attention to drift from him to a woman walking her Labrador, and smiled when he saw you smile. Was he in-love with you, or was he just here for the perfect experience? You were a writer and he read your works; both of you knew what the other expected. So what if all of this was just another story? What if things between the two of you weren’t real? He didn’t want to jump into things too soon, the last thing he wanted was to hurt you or get hurt himself. Things were still foggy, everything was still so new. He needed more time to figure out if what he was feeling- what you were feeling- was genuine and not based off a fantasy.

“Just out of curiosity,” you began and Chris fell out of his thoughts, “are we going to walk to wherever you’re planning to take me? 'Cause um-” you glanced over you shoulder and he followed suit, “your car is back there.”

“We’re coming back to get it, we’re just going to get some breakfast first seeing as you skipped yours this morning?” He raised a brow and waited for your confirmation; you nodded, chuckling. “I just know you too well, Y/N. You should really stop giving out personal details in your stories, there are repercussions to telling the internet things.”

“Yes, but not all repercussions are negative. I mean-” you poked his arm and smiled, “I wouldn’t be here with you right now if I didn’t write the way I wrote.” He chuckled then nodded in agreement. “And that breakfast thing you found out after being friends with me, my protagonist always eats breakfast.” He rolled his eyes as a response. “And I don’t skip breakfast on purpose, it’s actually my favorite meal of the day. I just-”

“Like sleep more,” he finished for you and you scoffed in amazement. “I told you,” he winked and you chewed the inside of your cheek to prevent yourself from smiling too widely, “I just know you too well. I mean- we have lived a thousand lives together, it’d be embarrassing if I got details about you wrong.”

“Very much so,” you quipped, blushing.

Even though things with Chris were more comfortable now, you still had moments where you had to just breathe. You were a fan of his, after all. He was your celebrity crush and there wouldn’t be a day where he wouldn’t be. Friends or not, you still got overwhelmed by him. The way he talked, the way he smiled, his laughter- everything got to you if you didn’t take a step back from yourself. You knew it was wrong and that it probably wouldn’t happen, but you were still holding out for a relationship with him. The only thing that prevented you from showing that side of yourself was fear; fear of so many things.

What if he was only here because he was trying to see if you matched the character he loved so much? What if you were just something to take his mind off his breakup with Jenny Slate? What if you got together and you weren’t good enough for him? What if his mother hated you and he broke up with you because he was so close to his mother? You were turning twenty, he was turning thirty-six; he had his whole life figured out and you were still sorting through things; he was Chris Evans and you were just Y/N Y/L/N. Everything about the two of you didn’t make any sense; the only thing connecting the two of you was your stories. So what was going to happen when that excitement became obsolete? What was going to happen when he realized you were just a girl?

“Pancakes or waffles?” Chris’ voice brought you back to reality. “Wait, don’t answer that,” he held a finger up at you before you could answer him; you chuckled softly. “I should know this, I mean- what did Chris cook for Y/N whenever they had breakfast together?”

“Pancakes,” you both answered in unison then laughed. “You know what, Christopher Evans. I think it’s time you tell me more about yourself.” You said and he raised a brow with a cute smirk on his lips. “Every detail in my story about me is true, I’ve just been guessing with you. So right now, you know more about me than I know about you, and that’s not very fair, is it?”

“No it’s not,” he smiled, his hidden feelings for you surfaced slightly and you blushed at the look of love in his eyes. “Okay then, Y/N.” He caught himself and blinked, smiling like a friend would instead of a lover. “What would you like to know?”

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Part 3B

Take a Deeper Look - PT 4

{Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4}

Pairing: Jay Park/You, Simon D/You

Summary: AOMG’s newest producer has a lot to deal with including a flighty CEO who doesn’t understand the concept of “personal space” and feelings for yet another CEO who is so far beyond her reach she doesn’t even think she has a chance.

Content: ANGST FOR DAYS & Some fluffy bits.

Word Count: 3,114

Notes: I feel productive. 

Weird.

Life is weird.

Everything is weird.

It was the only word you could think of. How else could you describe the mess that had taken form around you? You had slept with Jay Park - your boss of all people - and now you were in the AOMG break room watching coffee brew like it was more interesting than the Dos Equis guy. For every drip of the dark liquid and every errant thought about Jay, a piece of what little mental stability you had left wavered. He had been on your mind consistently since you had given him every inch you had to offer.

It was unnerving and almost as annoying as the group that sat at the tables behind you gossiping. They had all showed up while you watched your coffee brew and had proceeded to prattle on and on about mindless drivel that didn’t matter. It was beyond you how people could care so much about their coworkers’ personal lives. You weren’t really listening, until two certain names caught your attention.

“Kiseok and Soori are official now.” With the simple gossip, your heart clenched and you entire body stilled. Despite having brushed them off earlier, you were now listening raptly.

“Yeah, she confirmed it with a couples picture on Instagram”, a staffer scoffed with a hint of disgust. Apparently you weren’t the only one with less than fuzzy feelings for Norma Bates. You assumed it was the fruity smell. Enjoying the company of someone who smelled like strawberries and acted like the world was rainbows and sunshine all the time would have to be difficult for anyone.

“It was a cute photo of them though,” someone else chimed in. You immediately didn’t like whoever it was. They would be lucky if they made it out of the break room not drenched in piping hot coffee.

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Lust For Life - Mieczysław Stilinski Smut

REQUESTED: Nope, but I haven’t written for a while so I wanted to give you guys something.

WARNINGS: Fingering, blowjob, all the way (unprotected - pls use condoms, kids)

SUMMARY: You and Stiles are at a party, and nobody notices when you two disappear off together.

NOTES: Okay, so this guy I’ve been talking to…let’s just say things have gotten very heated between us recently. 

Some of this is kind of inspired by our conversations that we’ve had. (Fuck, it’s so good.)

Also, it’s kind of inspired by “Lust For Life” by Lana Del Rey and The Weeknd. Such a good song, I definitely recommend it.

Anyway, on with the story yo.

Originally posted by sarcasticallystilinski

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Say it again | Michael Gray

Prompt “You’re a disappointment.”

You didn’t know what to say when your foster mother told you that Henry had left to live with his birth mother. He’d mentioned the man that’d come to the house. The way he was dressed and the car he’d arrived in. You could see him ticking things over every night after. You and him had been like two peas in a pod ever since he arrived at the foster home. You were either the best of friends or at each other’s throats. You told each other everything. That’s why it’d hurt so much when Henry didn’t even tell you himself that he wasn’t coming back.

You stewed on it for months. Eventually you realised you were so angry because he’d meant more to you then just being a friend. You felt like he’d broken your heart.

It was on your eighteenth birthday that you went a little nuts by the villages standards at least. Henry had always talked about it to you and every time you went passed that little wishing well it reminded you of him. You didn’t use dynamite like he’d always planned. You took the sledgehammer from your foster father’s kit and dragged it down to the village green.

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I was young, and wicked, and i had too many knives in my pockets
They littered my knuckles with cuts and I was only half aware that i was bleeding on the pavement, on my new jacket.
I never watched myself scar, i just did.
But anyways this isn’t about me, not really, it’s about your stupid smirk, the way your eyes shine when I’m about to do something stupid for you.
‘Cause listen, how could i refuse when my grin goes crooked in my mouth when you talk.
How could i refuse when you tick your head to the side and my heart twists in my chest like a tornado.
I can’t, you’re too tempting for a beat-down boxer with blood still dripping from his knuckles, his teeth. You’re too tempting for me, okay, but i guess the same goes the other way because.
Your smirk twist wild when I suggest more chaos.
You are too much for me
I am an accelerator floored as you laugh next to me
We are a car crash
We are a natural disaster
—  POPSICLE STICK ARSON
say my name | jennie kim drabble

jennie kim | there’s something really funny about beating out eight guys and stealing the heart of your friend in a game of blindfolded kissing. jennie would know. after all, she just did it. | 1,588 words. | fluff.

Originally posted by 7ofuu

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Your Wettest Dream Cum True

Summary: Everyone knows about your crush on Bucky and they decide to take your relationship into their hands after weeks of making fun of you. It ends in an amazing night with the Winter Soldier and the usual rubbing from the team.

Author: buckysplums14

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3,318 (sorry, I’m a wordy bitch)

Warnings: Smut ahead! The usual, oral sex, unprotected sex

Originally posted by natpekis

It had only been a few weeks since Steve had brought you to the compound and already the team was ready to lock you and Bucky into a room together. You had met Natasha a little over a month ago at the gym and she’d invited you to train at the Avengers compound with her, the two of you quickly becoming friends. How could you refuse an invitation to meet the Avengers? Never in a million years. You’d shown up and Nat had brought you down to the gym where you’d met Sam (AKA Falcon) and Wanda (AKA Scarlett Witch).

“It’s such an honor… you guys kick ass!”

Sam laughed and Wanda blushed.

“I like her already… you should bring her around more often!” Sam exclaimed.

You’d sparred with Nat for about an hour when she taught you how to do her famous thigh grip.

“We need someone you can try it on… hey! Barnes!” she shouted and you looked up from where you were kneeling on the matt.

There he was. James Buchanan Barnes. Bucky. The Winter Soldier. You were somewhat familiar with his story. He’d been friends with Steve, he was presumed dead in ’44… you’d seen the museum exhibit. He came back as the Winter Soldier, was blamed for the events in Vienna. He’d been frozen, but you’d heard he was an Avenger now, you thought you’d seen it in the news during the Avengers’ last big fight. He sauntered in wearing a t-shirt that was much too tight and gym pants. The way he almost strutted over was tantalizing. He almost seemed to walk in slow motion as you looked him over. Those chiseled pecs and those rippling abs, his beautiful biceps, his strong hands… his long hair was falling in his face as he lifted his metal hand to smooth it back. He was even more attractive in person, which you thought was impossible. You shook yourself back into reality.

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