i almost threw up from laughing

BTS Describes What ARMY Means To Them, Shares Reaction To Letter From President, And More

BTS sat down for an interview on the June 8 episode of “Entertainment Weekly,” where they talked about their fans, the Billboard Music Awards, and more!

The show highlighted how the group had said in 2017 that they hoped that the Billboard Music Awards would invite them to perform at the next ceremony. The interviewer asked if they didn’t believe it when they first heard the news that they’d be performing this year, and RM said with a laugh, “At first we just yelled.”

“It was a dream for us,” said Jin. “We had talked about our dream like when young children say what they want to be when they grow up.”

The interviewer also brought up how Kelly Clarkson had introduced them at the show leading to huge cheers from the fans in the audience. “That was unbelievable too!” said Jimin. “The fact that Kelly Clarkson introduced was really shocking.”

Jimin talked about how nervous he was when they got up on stage. “I thought ‘We have to do the performance well, we have to do a cool comeback,‘” he said with a laugh. “I almost threw up.” He added that even though it had been only one song, when they got off stage he had sat down.

When asked how the others felt about the performance, Jungkook said he’d really enjoyed it. “So many ARMYs had filled up the venue,” he explained. “It gave me a lot of strength, and made me feel relieved.”

The interviewer also brought up how BTS received a congratulatory letter from President Moon Jae In after they topped the Billboard 200 chart with “Love Yourself: Tear.”

Jimin replied, “It was really an honor, everyone went crazy,” and J-Hope said it was epic. RM added, “One thing that we were really grateful for was that he included our fan club ARMY. It seemed like he’d really written it with a lot of affection.”

The guys were then asked to describe the meaning of ARMY to them, and V used the word “life.” He impressed the others when he said, “I think I’ve been given this life under the name of V.”

Jimin said, “We say this among ourselves a lot as well, but I think our fans are our everything. Without them, we wouldn’t have been able to come this far, wouldn’t have been able to perform, and wouldn’t have been able to do the things we want to.” He expressed their gratitude to their fans and said, “I think they’re the people that have risen together with us.”


BTS Reaction to finding out that you’re very ticklish-

(for anon)


Originally posted by 95--95

Once Jin’s fingers accidentally brushed up against your thigh and he saw how much you squirmed and giggled, he couldn’t help himself. He chased you all around the house until he was able to pin you down and tickle to his heart’s content. He loved the sound of your loud laugh filling the house and the redness in your cheeks as his fingers continued to crawl all over you.


Originally posted by icecream-suga

When Yoongi find out that you were ticklish, he played it cool. You two were sat hip to hip together as you watched a late night movie. His hand slowly ran up and down your side casually until he started to tickle in that spot. “Yoongi!” You jumped up and moved his hands away. “Don’t!” His face gave no sign of emotion. “I’m not doing anything. Come back here, let’s finish the movie.” You hesitantly moved back in the comfortable spot beside your boyfriend and started to feel relaxed once more. Until Yoongi was suddenly on top of you and tickling you without mercy. “Ahaha this is for eating my leftovers last night!” He shouted as he continued to tickle.


Originally posted by peacheseok

“Ahh Hobi!” You shouted, jumping away from a now confused Hoseok. “What?? I didn’t do anything!” “You tickled me, I felt it!” Hoseok’s smile suddenly grew wider as he advanced towards you. “What? You think that was tickling? “Oh no baby, I will show you what tickling is.” He chased you around until he caught you and had you against him while he tickled you and you both laughed so hard, you almost threw up.


Originally posted by parkjmzl

“C’mon, I told you a secret. Your turn.” You rolled your eyes at your adorable boyfriend before feeling the slight regret set in about playing “tell your inner secrets” game. “I’m gonna hate myself for telling you this, i’m sure. I’m just like..really, very, a baby, teensey, tiny bit…ticklish.” Namjoon’s eyes got wide before he rushed to be beside you and begin tickling. You screamed and laughed, trying to push away but proving futile as he was stronger and his will to tickle you was strong as well.


Originally posted by gotmeolk

“Jiminie!! Stop!” You begged through laughter as Jimin shook his head and somehow began to tickle more and harder. “Hell no, your laugh is so precious!!”


Originally posted by mayfifolle

You were straddling your boyfriend’s lap and talking casually as he was slowly running his hands up and down your sides when he moved his fingers in the same motion and accidentally tickled you. “Ahh Tae, don’t.” You said trying to stay calm as to not arouse any suspicion. “Don’t what? Are you…ticklish?” Tae’s face suddenly became very serious before you tried to run off his lap. “Nuh uh! Stay put or i’ll tickle.” He said, holding your hips tight. You stayed still and held in a smile. “I’m gonna do it anyways!!” He said before flipping you over so that he was on top as he began tickling you.


Originally posted by jeonbase

“Jungkook, do NOT! I see that look in your eyes…back up!” You said, slowly backing away from your hyped up boyfriend.He only smiled widely and kept stepping forward. “Not one more step or I swea- AHH!” Jungkook trampled on top of you and began tickling you all over, causing you to laugh and legit almost pee yourself.

Hemmings & a bottle of rum


Part 2

Luke hemmings smut 

Request- Hi can you do a luke smut request where ur the band song writer and one day you and luke get tipsy and they end up having it in Luke’s hotel room (Hope you like it)

Word count- 2,200+

You scrunched your eyebrows, utterly frustrated and scratched out the few lyrics you had written on the piece of paper for what felt like the thousandth time. You preferred to write from experience and emotion, but right now you felt as if you were blocked. You stood up from your chair, crumpling the paper and threw it, along with the pen across the room. You groaned loudly and in that little fit of yours you almost didn’t notice the 5sos boys along with John Feldman and Alex Gaskarth walk into the room.

“When you said you like to work alone, I didn’t know it included this” Michael laughed out causing everyone else to snicker and laugh as well. Your eyes immediately darted to Luke’s icy blue ones to see what he felt about your little tantrum. Thankfully, he wasn’t laughing but you could see the amusement in his eyes. You blushed a deep shade of red and just looked down at your feet in embarrassment.

“Have you got anything yet?” Ashton voiced what everyone was thinking. “Yeah” you muttered quietly and signalled with your eyes that it was the same piece of paper you threw across the room. Luke was quick to react and practically jogged to the paper before you could protest. “Hey, it’s a work in progress” you said softly, worried about his opinions on your first draft.

Luke’s eyes moved back and forth across the paper, reading the few scribbled lines intently. His eyes widened the slightest and you walked to him and snatched the paper out of his hand. “I know it’s not good, but I’ll get there” you said exasperated and at the same time Luke was shaking his head ready to contradict what you had just said. You held your hand up in front of his face saying, “Save it”

You walked out of the studio and went to sit on the couch in the corridor. “Was it that bad?” John questioned in disbelief because he never ever doubted your talent. “Quite the opposite really” Luke said in a raspy voice and the image of him running his hands through his blonde locks flashed in your mind.

You walked back in, deciding you were being too immature and sat on one of the chairs. All of you decided to work on some sounds instead of lyrics as none of them wanted to get on your bad side. Seeing Alex sitting and brainstorming with Luke already you headed over to Ashton who was ready at his drums. He played a few simple beats and the both of you started working together in incorporating new ones.

Little did you know Luke was shooting daggers at his fellow bandmate in jealousy as he could see you getting closer and closer to him. The vein in his forehead was almost popping and in sudden force one of the strings of his guitar broke causing everyone, including you to look up at him. Your eyes locked with his and his features softened visibly.

Sensing the tense atmosphere increasingly today, Calum suggested that we meet tomorrow and continue then. You headed back to the hotel and time passed as you went to the bar with the boys. Luke was missing today though so you passed having a drink, missing your drinking buddy.

Throughout the night there was no appearance of Luke and that caused your curiosity to sky rocket. When it was getting late everyone decided to head back to their rooms while you went to Luke’s. Before you knew it, your hand was raised ready to knock at the door of the blonde boy’s room. You took a deep calming breath and knocked loudly. After hearing feet shuffle at the other side of the door, it opened revealing Luke in a pair of loose sweat pants and a muscle tee.

You took a step inside without waiting for his invitation and saw his room in a mess. You laughed to yourself and turned to look at the boy who was scratching the back of his head. “I didn’t want house keeping in here, touching all my things” Luke answered the question that was at the tip of your tongue. You saw his guitar lying on the king sized bed and commented, “I guess I’m not the only one who likes to work alone”

He walked over to the bed and sat down, placing his guitar on his lap. “I was actually trying some chords to match with the lyrics you wrote today” before you could protest, he continued “they were pretty amazing, Y/N” you shook your head in denial and sat on the chair in front of his bed. “Can I hear it?” you questioned and he instantly nodded.

He started strumming the guitar and sung out the lyrics from today afternoon. You were taken aback by the fact he had added some more of his own lines and how raw and emotional it sounded. “Woah, it does sound pretty good” you said shyly.

Wanting to eliminate the awkwardness in the room you changed the topic. “I missed my drinking buddy today” you said while sighing and walked up to the mini bar in the room. You bent down and pulled out the bottle of old monk. “You know they totally rip you off Y/N. Plus I really don’t like rum” Luke said making a face of disgust. “That’s what you get for ditching me today” you said, sticking out your tongue childishly. You opened the dark liquor bottle and poured a substantial quantity into two separate glasses. You picked up one and handed it to Luke who smelled it and made a gagging noise. Laughing at his silliness, you picked up the packet of cadbury twirls lying on the table. “We can use these as chasers” Luke seemed to love that idea and gulped down the dark liquid, immediately regretting it but opening the wrapper of the chocolate and eating it, just as quickly.

“You’re such a child” you giggled, sipping it first and then taking it like a shot. When you felt your throat burn you knew that this was a bad idea.

An empty bottle of rum and 30 cadbury twirls later, you were lying on the bed whilst Luke was bouncing on it like it was a trampoline. “Luuuuukeee, stop” you moaned and you could feel your head spin. He was on a sugar rush and you were annoyed. After exhausting himself completely, Luke sat down on the bed with his legs crossed staring at you with scrunched eyes. “What the hell are you doing Hemmings?” you asked amused and sat up in front of him.

“I’m just thinking” he said, sighing dramatically. “Bout what?” He grinned and said, “You.”

With the sudden change of mood you said, “What you did today was really amazing, with the song and all.” He shook his head and just looked at you blankly. “They were your lyrics, Y/N. I mean you are pretty amazing” he said, his cheeks held a slight tinge of pink now. “Y/N……” He stretched out like a little kid. “Yes, Luuuuu” you said while giggling. “You’re so cute, I could eat you up” he said. His bright smile slowly transitioned into a smirk and then into an evil tight lipped smile. You looked at him skeptically and the next thing you knew Luke was tickling your sides. You were screeching and laughing at the same time. Your back was on the soft mattress and he was relentless with his tickle-torture.

“Stop Lu, please!” you cried out and he slowed down a bit before stopping. You tucked your bottom lip beneath your teeth and looked into his ocean blue eyes. The ones you were drowning in and the ones you didn’t want to be saved from. You saw his eyes flicker from your own to your pink lips. You were panting in anticipation and he lowered his head ever so slightly.

Lifting your head up from the mattress, his lips were on yours and without wasting any more time his tongue was in your mouth. Although it felt magical, you both were really drunk and it was sloppy to say the least. His hands roamed your body before settling at your t-shirt and yanking it off, not a moment later. He dropped his head down to your neck and started nipping and sucking at the skin there. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he pushed his hips down grinding into you. He rotated his hips and created as much friction as he could, causing you to let out a moan.

Having never really done this with clothes on, you were soaking with the new set of sensations. He kissed you once again with force and you loved the aggression radiating off of him. You tugged at his muscle tee and in a second it was discarded, somewhere on the floor. You flipped over so that he was on the bottom and you were excited to be in control. Lowering your head down, you started sucking on the flesh just above his collarbones, causing him to let out an involuntary moan.

Luke snaked his hand around your back and un-clasped your bra, adding to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. His hands grasped both your breasts and roughly massaged them. “I fucking love these” he breathed out and began pinching and twisting your nipples. You sat up with your legs on either side of his waist and continued grinding on him, whilst he was playing with your tits.

“You’re such a fucking tease, Y/N”
“Then why don’t you do something about it?” you pushed further.

This seemed to ignite a fire in Luke as in a span of ten seconds your jeans and panties were gone. He grabbed your thighs roughly and kneaded them and you knew there would be bruises there tomorrow. “Sit on my face” he commanded and you didn’t need to be told twice. Your dripping core was above his face and he licked his lips before locking his arms around your thighs and pulling you down so your centre was on his mouth.

He licked a stripe and you shuddered in pleasure. His tongue thrusted in your entrance repeatedly. “Fuck! Luke” you yelled out and this egged him on as he started nibbling softly on your clit and rolling it around like a cherry in his mouth. He then stuck his tongue out so it was flat and moved your hips, effectively causing you to grind on his face. “I’m so close” you said in between moans and he sped up his actions causing you to come undone on his face.

You moved downwards so you were back to you original position, just above his dick. He flipped you over and slammed you down on the bed. “Face down, ass up baby” you whined at the nick name and complied. Your face was against the mattress and your once tied hair was now a complete mess. He took himself in his hands and rubbed it around your core, spreading the juices. “Fuck me, Luke” you whimpered and he pushed himself slowly into you. He closed his eyes at the heavenly feeling of your walls clenched, tight and warm, around him. He placed his hands softly on your waist and you were a bit shocked that he had suddenly become gentle but that didn’t last long as his grip tighten and he pounded into you. With each thrust your body moved forward and backward, in a rhythm.

Luke pulled you upwards and you let out a low mewl. One of his hands went to your breast, playing with them again while the other stayed on your waist. He moved his face minutely so that his lips were near your ear and he nibbled on your ear lobe. “You’re such a dirty girl, aren’t you Y/N? Letting me have my way with you” The pleasure increased with this and you replied. “Harder. Fuck me harder” you screamed out, your darkest fantasy coming to life.

He nearly growled and moved his hips faster. You almost lost balance but wrapped one arm around the back of his neck. Your head fell back on his shoulder and you let out a little moan with each thrust. “I’m so close, baby girl” you nodded and he knew you were almost there. “Come for me Y/N” he said, almost yelling. You whined out his name and he let himself go to causing your highs to occur at the same time. Your vision blanked and you allowed yourself to crash down on the bed with Luke falling on top of you.

Heavy breathing was the only thing heard in the room as Luke reached down and pulled up a thin sheet to cover the both of you. Your eyes began to flutter shut as Luke left a soft kiss on your lips and you fell into a deep sleep, too intoxicated by Hemmings and a bottle of rum to utter a word.

Originally posted by queenlukes

Requested Otayuri prompt

Prompt: “Will your parents be proud of your gold medal?“
Pairing: Otayuri
Warnings: Yuri’s bratty mouth, hurt/comfort, sfw
Word count: 1,756

Another season, another year. Another competition in another city and a new gold medal hanging around his neck. It’s so new that his name isn’t even engraved on its backside yet. It weights against Yuri’s chest like he was born to win it, reflects the golden shimmer from his hair like they are one. Meant to be.

Yuri is proud, satisfied. The hunger inside him gone for the moment because all his efforts, all his hard work paid off. He’s no longer the Russian Fairy, the wonder child, the next Viktor Nikiforov. He’s Yuri Plisetsky - the ice tiger of Russia and his stripes are golden. The world knows that by now.

And everyone wants a piece of him. Including the press.

Yuri just turned 18. He’s blond and handsome, tall and athletic. His eyes are the colour of the stormy sea on a sunny day and his mysterious charisma is sexy and unpredictable.
At least that is the kinda bullshit they write in teen-magazines about him after they slapped his moody face on the front cover. Pissed of and rude is apparently the new interesting and desirable.
Which is only one of the reasons why Yuri hates dealing with the media.
Of cause he’s also grateful for the opportunities it gets him: Brand deals, sponsoring, advertising and modeling - a shit ton of money he can send home to his grandpa and spend on whatever the fuck he wants.

It’s the interviews he dreads. The personal stuff he can’t deal with.

He isn’t like Viktor. Viktor can happily chat with the media for hours without revealing the tiniest bit of his private life if he doesn’t want to. He can endlessly chatter and has everyone giggling and nodding in agreement. He’s a master of distraction and in the end half the spread is about Makkachin and every poodle in Russia gets adopted.

He isn’t like Chris who turns the tables around and makes the press-people blush and stutter. He can’t charm and flirt his way through every interview, making everyone drool until they forgot their original question.

And he certainly isn’t like Otabek who always keeps a pokerface, no matter how intrusive and rude the questions get. He couldn’t keep calm and cool like him. Otabek simply told the people if it was none of their business, that he wanted to protect his privacy. In a polite way of cause.

No, Yuri isn’t like them but he tries to be better. Tries to not snap and curse, to not throw a tamper tantrum anymore whenever he’s pissed of. He tries to act like a professional or like a grown up at least.

He still grits his teeth as the lady in the chair across from him asks one personal question after another. She’s not interested in his training or diet, doesn’t want to know what his next goals are and how he will surpass his own achievements. No, she’s very intrusive.
Yuri takes a deep breath, feels the medal move against his sternum. He can’t stand her, from her bright pink lipstick that stick to her teeth to her fake laugh, the look in her eyes reminds him of a shark he saw in a horror movie a while ago.

The journalist asks about Viktor and Yuri’s private life, which triggers something similar to protection inside of Yuri. She asks if he ever had a crush on Mila or maybe one of the hockey players at his home-rink. He huffs. She asks about his relationship with Otabek and wiggles her drawn-on eyebrows, looking over her shoulder at Otabek who is leaning against the wall just a few feet away from him. He’s playing with his phone while waiting for Yuri to finish up so they can go and grab something to eat.

Yuri glares at her, it’s getting harder for him to act like he doesn’t despite her and her cheep perfume that starts to hurt his head. But still, he tries to stay calm, grinding his fingers painfully into the armrest of his chair and giving her vague answers that she doesn’t want to hear.

Then she goes one step too far. "Will your parents be proud of your gold medal?“

Yuri’s blood runs cold. No. „Next question.“ He hisses out but now her eyes are gleaming and she won’t let die topic slide. Hot angers starts forming inside Yuri’s stomach at every new question she fires at him that is relating to his family. She wants to be the one to write the reveal of the Plisetsky-family-secret so, so badly.

She’s gonna be disappointed because Yuri is no idiot. He’s been skating alongside superstar Viktor Nikiforov for half his life, was a child prodigy to his home country that grew into another Russian athletic legend, he’s used to press and media. To be constantly watched and photographed.
His first kiss with a random girl was on the front cover of every Russian newspaper hours after it happened. The internet knows how much his cloths cost, which club he leaves with who and how he drinks his coffee. There are theories and gossip about his parents but he has never said anything to anyone besides Yakov and Viktor, Yuri doesn’t know if anyone guessed right yet.

The reporter doesn’t get her scandal story because Yuri snaps 20 seconds after she asked the question. Will your parents be proud of your gold medal? It’s echoing through his ears. What follows isn’t pretty. Yuri screams and says some ugly things, kicks his chair over and pours a cup of coffee over the notes the journalist had scribbled down during her interrogation. It’s probably all gossip and conspiracy theories anyways, this has nothing to do with figure skating!

Then Yuri storms out, his eyes starting to burn dangerously. Otabek follows after him, having watched his outburst.

He finds Yuri back at the ice-rink, sitting on the bleachers that are completely empty by now. They are alone, spare for a janitor that cleans up at the other side of the rink. Yuri has managed to swallow his tears but his expression is still grim, jaw clenched tightly. Otabek sits down next to him.

„I’m sorry you had to see that.“ Yuri says bitterly, not looking at him but staring at the ice.

„I’ve seen worse from you.“ Otabek shrugs and it’s true. Not that it bothers him, that’s what best friends are for. Right?

Yuri doesn’t laugh like Otabek had hoped. „That Bitch asked about my parents. If they’re proud of me.“ His voice is stained.

Otabek and Yuri are as close as they can get without becoming the updated version of Viktor and Katsudon and yet, Yuri had never mentioned his parents once to Otabek.

„I’m sorry.“ Otabek says honestly, not knowing what else to say.

„She wouldn’t stop prodding.“

„You don’t have to explain yourself, Yuri. Not to me.“

Finally he looks at him, his eyes full of anger and pain. „Don’t you want to know?“ He asks, almost as if he’s daring him.

Have I ever asked for more than you were willing to give? Instead Otabek answers: „I’ll listen if you wanna tell me, if you don’t then I won’t push you, Yura.“

Yuri swallows and looks like he struggles. Then he grabs Otabek’s wrist and unclasps the leather bracelet he gave him for his last birthday. He plays with it and doesn’t look at him when he starts talking.

„People think that there must be one big secret or scandal involving my family. That something tragic happened but the truth is much more sobering and uninteresting. I suppose it wouldn’t even make a good story or headline. Truth is that my father is an asshole and my mother a coward. I’m nothing like my Dad, he’s a big bulky Russian man with knuckle tattoos and a beer-belly. He’s very closed-minded and ignorant but my mother worshipped him for whatever reason. You can imagine his disappointment and disapproval when his only son turned into a prima ballerina, dancing around in glittery costumes and leaning alongside Viktor - king of the gays and shame to mother Russia - Nikiforov.
He practically disowned me. Now, I don’t know if my mother agreed with him or was simply scared of him, hell, I don’t even know if she wanted me in the first place.
I can’t remember either of them ever being very loving towards me or encouraging me. Fact is that they simply didn’t want me, they dropped me like a hot Pirozhki and left it to my grandpa to raise me. I can remember that my grandpa fought a lot with one of them on the phone but he couldn’t change their minds. I haven’t seen them in years. I thought they would come crawling back once I gained attention and made some money but nothing. I should be grateful that they are leaving me alone because no one needs people like that in their life but still … even now I’m not good enough.“ Yuri sniffs, angry that he still cares. Sad that he didn’t even had the chance to prove himself before they decided that he wasn’t worth sticking around for. „I don’t know if they keep an eye on me or even know what I’m doing but I know that they wouldn’t be proud, Beka. They don’t even care.“ His voice is small when he finally looks back up at Otabek and his eyes are wet.

„They are missing out, Yura. They threw away gold.“ Otabek says and doesn’t mean the medal and Yuri knows that, it causes his tears to silently fall from his lashes.

„I hate that sappy shit, Beka.“ Yuri says weakly.

Otabek ignores him. „You don’t need them. I’m proud of you instead. Your coaches are proud. Your skating family and rink mates are proud, so are your fans and thousand of strangers. Fuck them.“ He swears and wipes Yuri’s tears away.

This time Yuri does laugh because Otabek almost never swears and it’s delightful. „Yeah fuck them.“ He repeats and puts Otabek’s bracelet back onto his wrist. „I’m the motherfucking ice tiger and everyone wants a piece of me.“

„Do you know what I want a piece of?“ Otabek asks with mirth and Yuri shakes his head. „I want a piece of pizza. I’m starving.“

Yuri’s eyes go wide and the idea of the forbidden fast-food immediately cheers him up further. „Pizza.“ He moans and Otabek laughs.

„Come on then, golden boy. It’s my treat.“

anonymous asked:

Please do #39 for SolAngelo. Imagine this, Nico realizing he loves Will and freaking out because he's not good with trusting people. Then, the 7 (plus Reyna) try to pry it out of him how he's feeling and he panics and says bad things about Will, just to realize he was there listening. "How Long Have You Been Standing There?" "Long Enough" *cue heartbreak and Nico's redemption arc*

Nico di Angelo was scared. The king of ghosts, under world prince, emits a horde of the undead with a sneeze, was scared. He was scared because of one boy.

Will Solace.

Nico was scared because Will wasn’t like any other boy he had met. He was sweet, funny, he seemed to honestly care about Nico. He had this light to him when he walked, like he knew people were watching him, but he didn’t care. Nico wished he didn’t have to care, he wished he could trust people. That’s why he was scared.

Nico couldn’t trust anyone. Will probably was just a facade, like everyone else. The light was a fake, Will was just trying to lure Nico in when he smiled at the boy. That must be it.

But the pang in Nico’s chest wasn’t fake. It was very very real.

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Sweet Boy - Jeff Atkins

Here’s another Jeff drabble because I just can’t help myself…

Jeff Atkins X Fem!Reader

Originally posted by umpontoazulnoceu

Your eyes were still shut when you felt a soft pair of lips on your neck. You sleepily hummed in contentment at the feeling; which earned a rough chuckle from Jeff. You slowly opened your eyes, the haze of sleep still clinging to them. Through your lashes, you saw Jeff smiling at you as brightly as ever. He leaned over, kissing up your neck to your jaw, and finally your cheek.

“Good morning,” he whispered and you smiled softly. You lifted a hand stroking his face as you both stared at each other. You ran your fingers through his soft, messy hair. Your fingertips traced the shaven sides of his head, tickling the skin on your palm. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips.

“Good morning indeed,” you finally said, coaxing another chuckle out of your boyfriend. He moved his arm, resting it beside your head which still rested soundly on your pillow. He looked down into your eyes and you flashed to the night before.

Jeff had come over because he needed help, really just an excuse for him to come over, on the recent Geometry assignment. You both tried your best at each problem, but found yourselves more confused than when you first started. It didn’t help that he would distract you by placing soft kisses on your face. Of course, when your mom came into the room to check on the two of you, Jeff pulled away as you explained to your mom that he would need to stay the night in order to get the large assignment done. You mom, allowed him to stay over with a promise of no funny business. Despite the promise, studying was not what ensued that night.

“We still have Geometry to do,” you said with a lazily grin. Jeff smiled at you again before pressing his lips to yours in another soft kiss. Your hands trailed over his neck, to his bare shoulders, tickling his skin slightly. You bit down on his bottom lip a little, drawing a low groan from his lips. You let out a soft laugh when Jeff pulled away from you.

“Or we can forget about Geometry,” he offered with raised eyebrows. You laughed a little louder as his expression, rolling your eyes.

“Forgetting about Geometry is what got us here in the first place,” you stated and Jeff smiled smugly at you. He leaned down once again, this time resting more of his body weight against you. He trailed more warm kisses up your neck, causing you to shut your eyes and immerse yourself in the feeling.

“Then I say,” more kisses interrupted his speech, “we keep forgetting.” You only hummed in response. Jeff smiled against the soft skin of your neck, pressing more kisses to it.

“I say we get dressed and you call your mom to let her know you’re not dead.” Jeff hung his head in defeat. He moved to sit up, not before pressing another kiss to your cheek. When he pulled back, his blue eyes were bright and the pupils larger than normal.

“Your reasoning wins yet again, my lady,” he teased. You laughed and watched as he got up from your bed. He threw on a shirt he left behind from his last visit, one that paired well with his black sweat pants. He walked over to his backpack, pulling out his phone and dialing his parent’s number.

“Hey mom, yeah I’m fine,” a long pause, “I know. I stayed over at Y/N’s house, to get help with homework.” He let out a chuckle and shook his head. You could almost hear his mom teasing him over the other end. “Yeah I will. Alright see you later, love you.” He hung up and shook his head once more. He turned around to find you already staring at him. He smiled and walked back over to your bed where he flopped back down next to you.

“She says ‘Hi’ by the way,” he whispered, scooting closer to you. “Sometimes I think she likes you more than me.” You laughed and shook your head.

“That’s crazy, you’re her son.” He propped his head up against his hand while his elbow rested against your bed. He stared down at you, a soft smile on his pink lips.

“But you’re you,” he whispered, “amazing and wonderful. The best girlfriend anyone could ever have.” A blush rose to your cheeks at his words. You sat up, Jeff’s eyes following you as you moved. You looked down at him now, peering into his blue-green eyes.

“You’re pretty amazing too, Atkins.” He let out a sound, as if disagreeing with you. You just shook your head and leaned down to kiss him. He smiled against your lips and a cozy cloud fell over you once more, trying to drag you back to the soft sheets around you.

“I need to get up,” you mumbled against his lips. Jeff continued to kiss your face, ignoring what you had said. You let out a giggle as he kissed the column of your neck once more. You fell back against your mattress, Jeff laying between your legs. An evil grin spread across your lips as an idea popped into your mind. You gently pushed him upwards, so he was now sitting on his knees. You sat up, pulling Jeff’s face back to yours in a soft kiss. Not as soft as the ones he woke you up with, but soft nonetheless. A mere, few moments passed by until Jeff took control again. He spread his legs out, crossing yours over his as he kissed you. You pulled away gently, catching your breath. 

“Jeffery,” you whispered strongly, getting his attention. He pulled away from your neck just to rest his forehead against yours. He closed his eyes while your breaths intermingled at the close vicinity. Your hand skirted up his now clothed chest, rest on the base of his neck.

“As much I as I would love,” you began, “really love to stay in bed all day, we can’t.” Jeff pulled away a little and groaned like a disappointed child. You smiled at him, looking into his eyes. You grabbed his phone, which had landed on your bed when he finished calling his mom, and looked at the time. You both had slept in.

“Plus don’t you have baseball practice in like fifteen minutes?” Jeff glanced down at his phone and let out another groan. You handed over his phone as he stood up from your bed. He took his phone back, then your hand. You blushed as he brought your hand up to his mouth, pressing a long kiss to the back of it. When he let go, you stood up and straightened out your rumpled sleepwear.

“I still have to get my bag,” Jeff said, rubbing a hand over his face. You rested a hand on his broad back, rubbing it soothingly.

“Then you better get going.” Jeff looked at you with a frown, turning to face you. His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you close to his body.

“But I wanna stay with you,” he pouted. Smiling, you reached a hand up to his face and cupped his cheek.

“How about you go now and later, you can come back for dinner.” Jeff looked up at your ceiling, as if mentally going over your offer. You smiled as your waited for an answer.

“Or I could go to practice and  later we could meet up at Rosie’s for a date.” He smiled at you smugly before adding, “then my place afterwards.” You shook your head in wonder at your boyfriend’s cockiness. You finally nodded and accepted his offer.

“It’s date,” you whispered in response. Jeff smiled brightly down at you before you led him out of your room and to the front door. You held open the door for him, leaning against it. He gave you another one of his boyish smiles, leaning over to press a kiss to your lips.

“I’ll see you after practice,” he whispered and you nodded. “I love you,” he placed another kiss on your cheek.

“I love you more,” you whispered back and Jeff pulled away with a grin on his face.

“That’s impossible,” you smiled as he walked down your porch and to his car that was parked in front of your house. You watched as his zoomed off down the street, not noticing your mom who had crept up behind you.

“He seems like a sweet boy,” she said, making you jump. You laughed and nodded, watching his car disappear.

“He really is mom, he really is.” You shut the door, turning to see your mom grinning at you. “What?”

“I’ve just never seen you so smitten before,” she whispered, pulling you into a tight hug. “The only downside is that you’re always out and about with him. I never get to see you anymore.” You laughed as your mom broke up your hug.

“You see me all the time.” Your mother raised her eyebrows.

“Uh-huh sure,” she turned around and walked to the kitchen. “So I take it you’re going to dinner with Jeff?” 

“Yep,” you nodded as your walked into the kitchen behind her. “Oh, and I’m staying over at his place tonight, since it’s Saturday and nothing is going on.” Your mom gave you a pointed look, that expression that read as ‘Oh really now?’

“Don’t worry mom,” you said calmly, “after all, like you said, he’s a sweet boy.” 

Timing AU Artist Steve Rogers x plus size reader

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain


Summary: Twice you met him hopefully the third time’s the charm and you actually get a name.  

Pairing: Artist!Steve Rogers x Bookshop owner! Plus size! Reader, Bucky Barnes x Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff x Clint Barton                                                                          

Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff

Setting: Soulmate AU, no Avengers, no powers just humans

Rating: PG-13 for now

Warnings: a little angst, sadness, but fluff to, self-doubt, body conscience,  

Word count: 4,596

Notes: Written for @bladebarnes #bladehits2kchallenge my prompt is you get your soul mates name on your left arm when you turn sixteen. I also want to apologize for not getting this out sooner I had every intention of doing so and then a hurricane hit and tossed all good intentions out the window. I do hope you all enjoy this little fic and any feedback would be greatly appreciated.

Key: Y/F/N = Your Full Name, Y/N = Your name

Forever: @winters-buck @angryschnauzer @marvel-lucy @feelmyroarrrr @aquabrie @fandommaniacx@supernaturallymarvellous @thetalesofmooseandsquirrel

Marvel: @sebbytrash @ek823  @melconnor2007 @creideamhgradochas

Timing tag: @buckyismysexuality  @promarvelfangirl @smoothdogsgirl @kirakombat 

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Thumb brushing over his name for what felt like the hundredth time today, a habit you took up since those letters appeared on your skin. One that hasn’t left you in the twenty some years though as time ticks on and his presents in your life remains absent; you begin to lose hope and your fingers brush the name less frequent.

“So I was thinking we could double date tomorrow night,” Natasha’s voice broke you from the stupor you’d sunk into with the midafternoon lull.

Eyeing her closely, “You do know that would mean I had a boyfriend to right Nat?”

“Of course babe and…” soft smirk stretching her ruby lips as her equally fiery locks bounced in excitement. “I’ve got you one Y/N you’ll love him truly.”

“No,” pushing away from the counter and grabbing up a small stack of un-shelved books making your way towards the back. “I’m not letting you set me up on some cockamamie blind date with a guy Clint works with thank you very much,” walking backwards giving the red head a glare.

“Y/N…” she started to call out right before you collided with a solid wall of muscle. Books flying from your arms and you to would’ve landed on your face had it not been for a pair of strong arms wrapping around your thick waist.

Heart hammering, eyes widened taking in the expression on Nat’s beautiful face then remembering the stranger you bumped into that rescued you. Turning, a prayer on your lips that you hadn’t made a fool of yourself in front of some handsome stranger, worse than that your soulmate.

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8. A: It’s okay, I’m not mad.
   A (5 mins later): Actually? You can go to Hell.
14. Why am I better than everyone? Jesus, life’s hard.
46. You know, having feelings is ruining my reputation of being a heartless bitch.

/with James Barnes as the young Sirius/

Here you go! :) (love the request :D)

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Being childhood friends with James had it’s pros, you can’t deny that. You got to prank people and then blame him and his friends for it, it was like having your personal ‘live comedy show’ whenever they were around, and that was often. 

You really enjoyed their company and often stayed with them and most of the times you did everything together, though James was still your closest friend out of them all. Not in a bad way, but he had known you for so long and let’s say he knew all your deepest, darkest secrets.

Something you weren’t too happy about, because he didn’t know when to shut up and so usually you end up in a pretty ridiculous, but memorable situation.

Like the one you were going to talk about now. However this one at least ended up well.


You were laying on the red sofa in Gryffindor’s commont room, talking with Remus, when James and Sirius came in, loudly laughing about something. Sirius just winked at you and motioned you to move your legs off the coach so he can sit down.

You scoffed at him playfully and he tickled your sides. “So what were you guys laughing about?”- you asked curiously, while resting your head on Sirius’ lap.”I was just telling James about yesterday night, he was wondering why you were yelling so late.”

Remembering what had happened yesterday made you laugh out loud “Well you were being a little bitch as usual” - you said wittily.

“What”- he choked on his laughter but proceeded with his saying “I asked you if something was wrong at least twenty times and you were like “It’s okay, I’m not mad” and five minutes later you lost all shame and barged in my room “Actually! You can go to hell Sirius!” - his mimics and the impressions of your voice made you crack up and you almost teared up from laughing.

“Shut up, I don’t talk like that! And besides, you weren’t doing anything in that room, so I lost no shame!”- he smirked at your comment and ran one hand through his hair “You prefer if I was doing something? Could you be more specific?”- he said expectingly, trying to contain his laugh and winking at James, who was just as amused. 

“He was having a heated conversation with his right hand, who also happened to be called ______” - you gasped at James’ joke and instantly threw one of the cushions at him “James Potter! You are horrible!” 

“Don’t worry. It’s not really named after you.”- Sirius whispered in your ear smugly, and you just moved from his lap and slapped his chest “You idiot! – What the hell do you mean it’s not named after me?” The little pause between your sentences made the situation even more hilarious and Sirius just took you in his arms and kissed you “I’m joking babe”. 

You felt your lips forming a smile and then kissed him again “ You know, having feelings is ruining my reputation of being a heartless bitch.” - “Oh well, that’s the risk of dating me.” - “You had to ruin it” - you shook your head ,poking his forehead.

Laying back on down with his hand on his lap, he was stroking your hair, and he exhaled heavily “ Ah, why am I better than everyone? Jesus, life’s hard.

You rolled your eyes “Don’t know if you know it, but you’re one cocky bastard” - you mocked him sarcastically and he pulled off a satisfied smile:


The Oath (Part 3)

Summary: Bucky has always been your closest friend since high school. You’ve harbored feelings for him for such a long time, but you’ve managed to keep in under the wraps for all these years. It’s another night as his wing man, helping him get the chicks, but this time you get a little too drunk and confess how you feel about him which doesn’t go too well. Steve ends up consoling you and always taking care of you, yet you are blind to his feelings as well. (Steve Rogers X Reader Modern AU Series)

Word Count: 2,118

A/N- Sorry this part is coming out like 3 hours late, I took another nap. Naps are basically my life as a senior. PLEASE REMEMBER TO REBLOG AND LEAVE FEEDBACK!

WARNINGS: Foul Language, Tears, Drinking, Steve is just a sweetheart

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Originally posted by hotdudesloverextrem

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Wrapped Around Your Finger pt. 2 [Loki x Reader]

Τhis took a while! This contains scenes from the movie with my spin on them, just like part 1 did, so let me know what you think of it. This is why this part has SO many gifs. Feedback/constructive critiscism is always appreciated. 

Summary: After Thor’s combat, Y/N helps the Revengers escape Sakaar and destroy Hela. She falls in love with Loki in the process.

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“Over here!” You walked towards him in the private viewing room that overlooked the arena. You gave him a quick kiss, making sure no one saw you.

 "My darling,“ Loki hooked his arm around yours, giving you a knowing smirk as the two of you sat down. "Did you miss me after last night’s activities?" 

"I did, we should do it again sometime.” You tested his reaction by teasing him, as the Grandmaster’s opening speech echoed throughout the arena. "Excited for your brother’s big day?“ 

 "Chuffed.” He said in an idle tone, maintaining his gaze on the stadium. “Adopted, by the way.” He corrected you, causing you to roll your eyes. 

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Wedding Day || Joe Sugg

Originally posted by casparsuggx

Requests are currently [ CLOSED ]

Masterlist can be found [ HERE ]

Word Count: 1.1k+

A/N: Another request!! I’m so happy to finally be fulfilling requests, and I hope i can open my requests back up soon (even though since i closed them i’ve had like fifteen more anyways but oh well). Hope the anon who requested it and you guys enjoy this!!xo

The day became night in what seemed like a blink of an eye. It was gorgeous, the sky above was littered with thousands of individual stars, and the moon caressed the beautifully decorated gardens; providing a sense of peace and calm. You were crouched down on one of the white silk grass covers, your wedding dress falling perfectly around you as you spoke to one of your little nieces with a soft voice.

You grin and pinch his cheek when his mother calls him over, leaving you to stand up and smile at his back. Arms wind around your waist from behind and so you turn around, a smile growing on your face when you meet eyes with your husband. “Hi.” You grin, kissing him softly and wrapping your arms around his neck loosely.

He stares into your eyes for a moment before pressing his lips together and smiling. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

You could only manage to reciprocate his loving smile before you were approached by Zoe, who was holding up her vlogging camera with a wide smile on her face. You can’t help but chuckle when she shoved her camera into Joe’s hands and pulls you into a tight hug. “You look so beautiful!”

“I think you’ve told me that about twenty times today.” You smirk in amusement as you both break away from the hug and she rolls her eyes at you playfully before taking back her camera from Joe, who walks over and wraps his arms around you. You both watch as Zoe moves her camera to show the viewers the space that she’d had a big part in organizing. “Guys, look how beautiful everything looks. Okay, let’s go find Tan and-” Her voice gets quieter and quieter as she walks away, leaving you to glance up at Joe with an amused grin.

“Why did we agree to let people vlog?” He asks, and for a split second he seemed serious, but then he began to laugh slightly and you just shook your head and rolled your eyes with a humored smile.

You place your hands on his chest, fiddling with the buttons on his suit for a moment before replying. “Because this way, we’ll be able to look back on one of the most beautiful days of our lives from so many different perspectives.”

He hums and grabs onto your hand, softly guiding you back toward the master table where you’d eaten earlier on, and you start talking to his father, who had cried more times than he’d ever admit during the last ten hours.

You hung around for a while, receiving so many congratulations and hugs from your guests, making your way around the grounds and carrying your little nephew around on your waist. Zoe and Alfie talked to you a little more for their vlogs, you and Zoe did some elaborate dances in front of the cameras and Joe threw you over his shoulder and almost dropped you on-top of the cake.

“Okay ladies and gentlemen, I think it’s about time our gorgeous bride and our troll of a groom have their first dance.” Jack speaks through the microphone from behind the DJ stand, a role he’d put himself up for the moment he heard you and Joe were engaged.

You can’t help but look over at him and laugh, throwing your head back as Joe sweeps you up off of your feet and carries you over to the dancefloor, where fairy lights were hung from the trees and white silk was tied beautifully all around you.

He places you back down on your feet and you stick your tongue out at him playfully, just as the music for your first dance began to play through the speakers. Your guests all gathered around the dancefloor, cameras, and phones being held in your direction as everyone cheered and whistled.

Joe pulls you into his arms, wrapping his own around your waist as you look up at him with a smile, winding your arms around his neck loosely. You sway to the music, and you giggle when he twirls you around, his touched delicate and sweet. You blink slowly and bite your lip, resting your head on his chest as you continued to dance under the watchful eyes of your friends and family.

When the song ended and you stopped moving, simply staring into each other’s eyes, there were three seconds of absolute silence before everyone broke out into cheers and screams of excitement and Jack took that as his queue to put on his mix track that he’d been working on for months.

You were spun around the dance floor, dancing with Alfie and Zoe and then picking up your nephew and having a little dance with him. You danced with Jonathon and Anna, and even managed to squeeze in a dance with each of the Buttercreams too, seeing as they’d managed to completely take charge of the dancefloor.

And then, when the clock struck eleven and you and Joe found yourselves just enjoying being in each other’s arms, slowly dancing to the music that was playing, you glanced over your shoulder at Jack who nodded and winked; letting you know that it was time.

You’d been planning this for a while, without letting Joe or anyone for that matter other than Jack know about it. Conor Maynard had moved to L.A for a few months and had previously let the couple know that he had really important prior arrangements and couldn’t make it to the wedding. Joe had acted like it didn’t really matter to him, but you could tell by the way his face dropped as he read the reply that it really did.

It was just your luck, really, that when Conor’s important week of meetings and studio time fell through and he could come, he’d called you and not Joe. That was when the two of you came up with the plan. You wouldn’t tell Joe that he was coming, and he’d only find out when Conor walked out onto the stage and began to sing the song that was playing when you and joe first met.

And so, you distract your husband with soft words as Conor walks out onto the stage with a microphone and Jack swiftly changes the track. The older Maynard brother began to sing, his voice melodic and perfect. Joe turns his head sharply toward the stage as everyone gasps and begins to clap their hands, leaving Joe to turn back to you and shake his head. “No way..”

“He called, and I thought it’d be a nice surprise.” You smile, and he pulls you into a long, loving kiss, before pulling away and leaning his forehead against yours. With a hum, you wrap your arms back around him and begin to dance along to the song, only looking up to meet eyes with Conor, who winked and smiled at you quickly before he continued to sing.

Your wedding day couldn’t have been more perfect.

marvel-my-ass  asked:

Hey I love your stuff!! Do you think you could do a Loki imagine with 70 92 and 157? Thank you soooo much!!!!

70 - “this is why I fell in love with you.”

92 - “are you drunk?”

157 - “I read your diary.”

uncovered secrets - loki

warnings - starts fun but gets pretty sad, but ends happy :))) also wow this ended up long

a/n - I hope you like it!!! <3 also I tried to make it gender neutral for everyone!!

word count - 2271

To be completely honest, drinking at 3am wasn’t how you had planned to spend your Thursday evening, but if there’s one rule within the Avengers facility, when Thor decides to drink everyone else drinks with him. You were currently strewn across the sofa, a bottle in your hand, giggling at Thor who was currently re-enacting a scene from his youth. Almost the entire team was here, albeit most of them were asleep. Tony was at your side, laughing more at your reaction than at the god performing as though he was reciting a Shakespeare play. Thor eventually broke his character and threw himself down on the other side of you, his booming voice laughing drunkenly.

“So, (Y/N), I have noticed your displays of affection towards my dear brother,” Thor calmed his laughter to speak. You just about choked on your drink as you looked up at him.

“What? No, I don’t know what yo-”

“In your room. And his room. And the library,” Thor stated nonchalantly.

“Loki huh? Didn’t think he was your type, kid,” Tony smiled, taking a quick swig from his glass. “Thought you were more of the strong, silent type. Digging Capsicle over here. Wait, have you been getting it in the library?!”

Steve was practically passed out on the sofa across the room, he hadn’t drank a single thing but considering he had only returned from a week-long stealth mission a few hours ago, you could understand his situation. You saw him flash a small smile through his drowsiness without opening his eyes.

“I mean, no offense Cap, you know I love you but, not really my type. And no, nothing has happened in the library,” you glared at Thor before breaking back into a smile, feeling a lot more playful than usual.

“So what is your type? The sad, lonely, humourless shell of Loki?” Clint laughed to himself, twirling an arrow around in his hand. “Oh, he’s also cold. Literally and metaphorically.”

“Why? Are you jealous Barton?” you raised your eyebrows, giving him a quick wink. He flushed a light shade of pink and suddenly you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, a chill going down your spine. You recognised the feeling instantly. “Right, this has been fun. I’m going to get some sleep in the hopes I don’t wake up wanting to die tomorrow morning.”

“Good luck, have fun getting upstairs,” Tony laughed, lying down in the seat you had just left.

“Goodnight boys,” you laughed, stumbling your way to the door. Once you had started down the corridor, you instantly felt the familiar presence behind you.

“Good morning,” he whispered behind you, his voice sounding like melted caramel. Your knees shook at the thought, but you turned to face him, attempting to put on a sober front.

“Hello, Loki,” you breathed, feeling lost in the swirls of deep blues and beautiful greens in his eyes. “What are you doing up at this unsociable hour?”

“I was doing some light reading, I think I should perhaps turn the question to you. Although I could hear your antics all the way in the library,” he inched towards you, and you felt your heart dive as you sucked in a quick breath. “Also, I can smell the alcohol on your breath.”

“How long have you been standing there? I know you heard Clint’s comments, I almost needed a blanket for your reaction,” you sighed, maintaining the intimacy of the conversation. Loki had recently revealed an ability to focus his body heat onto you, it was often a display of jealousy or desire, hence the reaction to Clint.

“I came down when I heard Thor over exaggerating his tale,” Loki growled. He reached up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “That bird boy needs to mind his own business. I trust you had fun?”

You let out a slight hiccup as your breath hitched in your throat, and that was answer enough. All of a sudden your feigned sobriety broke, and you giggled at nothing.

“I told them I was going to bed. Do you care to join me?” you smiled, reaching out your hand. He looked at it, a confused expression on his face.

Are you drunk? I knew you would be intoxicated, but I didn’t suspect you were-”

“Shhh,” you lifted your hand to his mouth, placing it over delicately. “Are you coming or not?”

Loki nodded, pressed a kiss to your palm and reached up to take your hand in his. You led him to the stairs, which he instantly denied and took you into the elevator instead. The ride was quiet, but despite your drunkenness you noticed that your hands still remained clasped together. You and Loki had spent a lot of time together recently, but this was one thing that you had never done before. You could feel the coldness radiating off of him, and you looked up to admire his features. He noticed you looking in his peripheral vision and glanced at you before the elevator doors opened. He led you to your room where you quickly slumped onto the bed.

“Well, sleep well-” Loki started, turning as if to leave.

“Hey,” you pouted, Loki turning back around to look at you. “You said you would stay.”

“I did,” Loki sighed, walking over to your bed. “But I’m not sure that that’s the best idea. Barton said it himself, I’m not the most comfortable to be close to.”

“Please,” you whispered, reaching out to take him in your arms. “Stay.”

He smiled down at you and took a breath before laying down next to you. You took his hand in yours and pulled it up to your mouth, pressing a kiss to it.

“Thank you,” you cuddled into his side as he wrapped an arm around you. “You know, you’re a lot nicer than everyone says. You’re so kind to me, this is why I fell in love with you.

Loki blinked quickly, taking in the words you had just spoken, feeling something wash over him that he hadn’t felt since he had last been in the company of his mother. Someone wanted him, genuinely had a desire to be with him. Someone loved him.  He looked down at you, watching your eyes flutter closed as you drifted of to sleep and a blanket of calm settled over the world.

Loki, being the nocturnal socialite he is, couldn’t sleep despite your slow breathing body tucked into his side. Not wanting to disrupt your sleep but also eager to explore your bedroom, he illusioned his consciousness across the room and began to tiptoe around your living area. He noticed the clothes strewn on the chair, a bag that remained packed from your last mission and a notebook that sat on your dresser. As he approached it, he noticed the pale blue cover and lack of determining factor as to what it contained. He picked it up in his slender hands, and flicked through the pages from back to front, landing on a random page.

dear diary,

god I feel like a teenager writing that. to be fair, i feel like a teenager a lot at the moment. i can’t control my heart when i’m around him. it feels like a rollercoaster, soaring with every glance, twirling with every smile. and when he talks, oh gods above when he talks. his voice does unspeakable things to me. my knees go weak at the slightest sound, my thighs are shaking just thinking about it. i promised myself when i joined the team that i would never let this happen. although i specified with a teammate, and technically i’m not breaching that.

it’s crazy. i used to be so careless on missions. as long as i got it done, it didn’t matter if i got out or injured or even survived. but now, it’s different. i want to live, to see him again. and the worst thing is that i don’t know how he feels. he flirts and he flashes me that smile and he must notice how i fall apart every time. i fear that he may be using me for his own amusement. if that turned out to be true, i don’t know what i would do. it would probably break me.

tomorrow i’m going on a mission to some village in norway. fury said it could end up dangerous, we won’t know until we get there. i want to leave him something, so that if i don’t come back i can still tell him how i feel. felt. i don’t know what to do. i could record it. okay, i’ll record it and tell FRIDAY to tell him if we don’t come back. it’s a plan.

goodnight friend

Loki didn’t realise that whilst he lost himself in your writings his focused had slipped and he had moved from creating an illusion to getting out of bed and reading the diary himself. He felt as though he had been hit in the stomach, his mouth was open and he struggled to even out his breathing. He held the diary in his hands and just breathed for a second, taking in everything that he had just read.

“FRIDAY,” he whispered, his voice shaking lightly. “Did (Y/N) leave a message for me, when they went to Norway?”

“Yes,” FRIDAY responded quietly, as if she knew not to wake you. “But I was told strictly not to show you unless she didn’t come back.”

“Please,” Loki gasped, his character completely changed from his usual, cold exterior.

“Security overridden by Mr Stark in the lab,” FRIDAY spoke and Loki made a mental note to thank the homeowner at a more appropriate time.

A holographic screen appeared before Loki and after a few seconds, your face appeared on the screen. You looked tired, your hair all messy and bags under your puffy eyes.

You took a breath before looking towards the camera, towards him.

“So, if you’re watching this, I’m not coming home. God, I sound like all of those movies, all of that stereotypical hollywood trash,” you laughed, but it sounded pained, forced. “But it’s all true. And that’s the worst bit. So yeah, we’re never going to see eachother again. And that really sucks. We’ve not known each other that long, I remember when Thor first told me about you, before the whole New York situation. When I saw you the first time I tried so hard to hate you, but I just couldn’t. I didn’t get it then, I was so frustrated. But I get it now.”

A single tear fell from your eye and you let out a choked sob. “I never told you. I should have, damn it. I hope to god I come back, so I can tell you in person. But yeah, at this point, you are my sole reason for survival. It sounds dramatic I know, but what isn’t dramatic around here? I mean look at Tony, the primadonna. And he’s the leader, so there’s no hope for the rest of us.

“If you’re seeing this, I need you to know that I’m sorry. I don’t know- I guess I’ll never know how you feel, but you should know how I feel about you. I love you,” you broke down, your facade of strength shattering before Loki’s eyes. “I do, and it sucks because we never got a chance to try this. To try anything. If I do make it back, I swear to god I’m going to try and make this work, because if I don’t. Well, I don’t think I’d be able to live with myself.

“So, goodbye Loki, my love.”

A tear fell from Loki’s eye as the screen disappeared and he turned to see your sleeping body. He wiped it away quickly and walked over to the bed, lying on it and pulling you close. The movement woke you up and you stirred, opening your eyes slowly to look up at him.

“Loki?” hearing your voice say his name almost pushed him over the edge, but he just looked down at you.

“My dear,” he spoke sadly. “I’m sorry. I read your diary, then I saw the video, and I just, I want to tell you that-”

“The video?” your sleepy brain struggled to keep up, but as you realised what he was talking about you shot up, instantly feeling awake. “Wait, how? I told FRIDAY-”

“Tony bypassed the security, but that’s not the point,” Loki whispered, taking your face in his hands. “(Y/N).”

You almost melted at the way he said your name, you could practically hear his heart inside his chest. You placed your hands on his chest and inched closer to him, breathing deeply. At this point you couldn’t tell if you were drunk or sober, all that you knew was that you were sat with the man you loved, and he was trying to tell you he felt the same.

You brushed your lips against his and he let out a breath before pulling you in again. He could feel the wetness of your face against his as tears began to spill and you moved your hands to his neck to pull him even closer. When Loki pulled away, lips pink and swollen, his eyes roamed your face and he pulled one of your hands to sit on his cheek. He pressed a kiss to your palm once again and looked up at you through damp eyelashes and whispered, loud enough that you were the only two who could hear it, “I love you.”

a/n - I hope you liked it!! I genuinely loved writing this one, ugh emotional loki makes my heart feel so many things! thanks for reading!!

Summer Heat

Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: I don’t want to work so I wrote this instead. Just a short drabble where reader and Bucky are acting childish.

Originally posted by stiles24ever

This day was unbearably hot. Almost all of the team was hanging out at the pool. You lied on the tanning chair in the shadow watching Bucky as he spoke with Steve. He had gotten a haircut because of the summer heat. You were bored and came up with as you thought was a good idea.

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“I say we make purple”// Joe Sugg Imagine

Warnings: N/a

Word count: 1k+

“Baby girl?” Joe yelled walking in the door of our flat. “I’m in the studio!” I yelled. No, not a music studio I’m not some kind of upcoming new singer. I’m an artist. I was in the middle of a painting when Joe walked in. “Hey baby,” Joe said smiling at me. I smiled at him, wiping the paint off my hands into my pants. I hugged him and he kissed my cheek.

 "Have you been here all day?“ He asked. “Do you even have to ask that question anymore?” I chuckled. “True,” he said laughing. “I’ll be right back, I’m going to go grab something to eat,” he said. I nodded pecking his lips. I grabbed my paint brush and continued painting. I grabbed a new color of paint and got frustrated. I blew the baby hair out of my face and dipped my fingers in paint. I then started finger painting the canvas. Joe came back in with an apple.

  "So am I allowed to see what you’re working on?“ Joe asked, knowing I was protective of my work. "Yeah if you give me a bite of that,” I said knowing he was protective of his food. He held it for me due to the mess on my fingers and gave me a bite. “Thank you,” I said after swallowing. He looked at my art sitting in the rolling chair I had in the studio. “I like it a lot,” Joe said. I smiled. “I’m not really sure where I’m going with it but yeah,” I shrugged. “It reminds me of you, absolutely beautiful,” he said. Heat rose to my cheek. “Stop being so cute Suggy,” I said. 

He smiled at me. I turned back to the canvas and continued to work. “How has your day been so far?” I asked him. “It was good. Hanging out with the boys is always interesting,” He said. I laughed lightly. “Are Zoe and Alfie still coming over tonight?” I asked. “I believe so,” he said standing up and hugging me from behind. “What time?” I asked. He looked at his watch, “any time now, she has a key so we don’t have to open the door or anything.” I nodded, focusing. “I love you,” he said kissing my neck gently. 

I turned around and faced him. I kissed his lips and smiled. “I love you too.” I looked down at my fingers slightly and then at Joe. I took my blue paint covered hands and rubbed them down Joe’s cheeks. His jaw dropped. “Oh my god,” he said in shock. I smiled innocently. “If you want it that way, that’s the way it will be,” Joe said. He grabbed a handful of the paint I was working with and smeared it all over my face. “Joseph,” I screeched but laughed. I took a bottle of paint and poured it all over his hair.

 "Oh that’s it,“ he said grabbing a bottle of red paint. He unscrewed the lid and I backed up. "Joe no,” I warned. He didn’t listen to me and poured the paint all over my head. I grabbed the bottle of the blue paint from the table and poured the rest of the bottle on the front of him. “I’m covered in blue paint, you’re covered in red, I say we make purple,” Joe smirked. I hit his arm and laughed before smearing more paint on him. The room was filled with the sound of our laughter as we threw paint all over each other. 

There was paint all over us and the floor. I ran trying to get away from him and he followed me. He slid in the paint almost falling but caught up to me. He grabbed me making me laugh harder. He hugged me, getting the paint that was on him all over me. “Oh my god,” we heard Zoe say at the door. We both froze but then laughed more. My cheeks turned red, but you couldn’t see it from under the paint. Joe’s arms released me and he smiled wide and walked over to Zoe. “Joseph Graham Sugg do not,” She warned. I laughed. 

I grabbed a paper towel and wiped my face. He laughed and decided not too. “I guess we have to go shower,” Joe smirked. “Joe!” Zoe and I screamed at the same time. Joe laughed. “You can shower in our room love and I’ll shower in the guest,” he said. “Are you sure?” I asked. He nodded. I took a paper towel and wiped his lips and pecked his lips quickly. Zoe and Alfie stayed in the living room while Joe and I showered. I thoroughly rinsed my hair and my body cleaning the paint off of it. I washed everything and got out. I dried off and wrapped my hair in a towel. I got dressed in a pair of Fabric shorts and a loose shirt. I pulled the towel out of my hair and brushed it. 

I grabbed pillows and blankets and walked toward the living room. “Do you love her?” I heard Zoe say. “I love her very much,” Joe said. “I’m so happy for you,” she said. I walked into the living room to see Joe in sweats with no shirt on (aka my actual weakness). I hugged Alfie and Zoe, giving them a proper hello. I then sat next to Joe trying not to stare at his abs. I handed Zalfie a blanket and put on over myself and Joe. We turned on a movie and I cuddled into Joe putting my hand on his abs. He put his arm around me, pulling me closer and I tried to watch the movie but I got super tired so soon I fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up in Joe’s arms as usual. But this time we were on the couch. Sunlight shined through the window. I saw a flash go off and I smiled. “Sorry did I wake you?” Zoe asked. “No you’re okay,” I said lightly. I wiggled out of Joe’s grasp and stood up. “Can I see it?” I asked. She nodded and showed me. She then scrolled over to show me the ones she took last night. “Thank you,” she said. “For what?” I asked confused. “Making my brother happy.”

Thin Walls

Originally posted by fy-jay-dok2


Dating a musician is difficult in and of itself. If they’re not attending a schedule, they’re working in the studio. If they’re not working in the studio, they’re still working on their home setup. And on the rare chance you can get them to spend quality time with them, they tend to spend a good chunk of your date talking about what happened in the studio or at the concert.

It was tiring, to be honest.

But dating Hyuk Woo was different.

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Say You Won’t Let Go

Author: @dylan-ohbrien
Pairing: Dylan O'Brien x Reader
Wordcount: 4,088
Warnings: a little language, car crash, blood, death
A/N: So right now one of my favorite songs is Say You Won’t Let Go by James Arthur and it kind of inspired me to write this little oneshot thingy! And I hope you guys like it! 

LISTEN HERE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0yW7w8F2TVA

Originally posted by dylanfanforeverr

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Note: here it goes. the first hamilton fic i have ever written is officially published! sorry if it’s kind of oawignwoaoeg

Prompt: 5. “What did you say?” 23.“W- What are you doing?”

Word Count: 2,451+

Pairing: Lafayette x Reader

Warning: Language, Unedited

AU: Hamiltime

The moment John Laurens introduced you to the rest of his friends, you knew you were a goner.  

John Laurens had been your friend since early adolescence, having met him by accident on the street. Your first meeting was entirely by chance, and you could still remember it as though it had happened yesterday. Arms full of groceries for your mother, and dress nearly unmanageable, you could barely see, much less walk, and that’s when John approached you, offering to carry some of the many items in your arms. It was at that moment that you both realized that wouldn’t be your last meeting.

You became fast friends, and as time progressed, you met many of his friends. In fact, you had known many of his friends nearly as long as he had.

It was a late October evening when you had been initially introduced to John’s group of friends. Nearly all of them were half drunk and hilarious, serving as your form of entertainment for that night. Of all of them though, Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette caught your attention the most.

You found yourself entranced by his handsome features, his beautiful accent, and his determination to bring freedom to America, and freedom to France, and each time you saw him, you found yourself feeling excited and overwhelmed.

At least once a week, the boys - John, Alexander, Hercules, and Gilbert - would invite you for drinks or some other form of what they considered fun, and would clarify, strongly, that no one would get the wrong impression. Though you were a woman and were constantly accompanied by a group of men, they assured you that the public eye would cause no scandal. Alexander would tear anyone apart verbally if they so much as suggested anything degrading about you.

In the few years that you had known the four men, you found that you had grown so incredibly close to each of them, finding yourself unable to imagine your life without them in it. But, of all of them, you knew that it was Lafayette you were the closest to.

On the nights you weren’t feeling quite up to the task of getting completely hammered, he would stay sober with you, just talking and laughing at the other members of your tight-knit group make easily regrettable decisions. On the days that you clearly didn’t seem up to par, he would question you about it until you told him what was on your mind, and he would proceed to provide many an uplifting word. He probably knew more of your deepest secrets than even John, and you felt that you could go to him with anything.

Well, nearly anything.

Although you knew you could trust Lafayette with anything, you didn’t feel it appropriate to admit your feelings to him. Whether it was because you were embarrassed, or because you didn’t want to lose the close bond of friendship you both held, you didn’t know, but you could never bring yourself to tell your French friend that you wished to be more than just his friend.

As of late though, you began to think of him more often than not. You had actually started to become so spacey and distant that it leaked into the time you spent with your friends, and they had started to notice.

“Y/N? You have to open your door! I’m taking the boys out for drinks, and you’re coming,” John Laurens pleaded from outside. You knew he was on your doorstep, you could tell from the distance of his voice, but you felt so comfortable in your sitting room. The fire blazing, a book in your lap. Outside it was cold. Outside you had to deal with your feelings.

You sighed, closing your book. “I’d rather not today,” you shouted back in the direction of the door, refusing to stand.

The front door opened. It seemed you wouldn’t have a choice on what you did today. “Oh, come on. You’re just sitting here, it’s not like you’re sick or busy.” Your friend approached you, looking down at your sitting form in amusement. “And I wasn’t asking, Y/N.”

Stretching out, you turned to look up at John, a small frown on your face. “But, I don’t–.”

“Ah, that’s too bad,” the dark haired boy interrupted, taking your hand to pull you up into standing position. “Anyways, Lafayette is coming with.”

Surprised at his unnecessary mention of your mutual French friend, you felt your face begin to grow warm. “That isn’t surprising,” you said, almost too quickly. “And I don’t see why it’s necessary to tell me this.”

John was already leading you toward the door, the amused expression he had worn earlier still present in his features as you both stepped outside into the crisp, late autumn air. “Don’t act coy, Y/N, we all know you’re in love with our ‘lil’ baguette.”

“Shut your mouth, John Laurens!” you replied, trying to remain unflustered, though your attempts seemed futile.

“You didn’t deny it! That’s practically admitting your feelings, Y/N Y/L/N,” he used your full name jokingly, mocking your small outburst.

You scowled, now in front of him, pulling him in the direction of the tavern you frequented. “Let’s just hurry up and get there. I’m sure everyone’s waiting.”


By the time you and John arrived, Alex and Hercules had already had a few drinks, seeming to be a little tipsy. You were immediately aware of the factor the scene was lacking. “I thought you said Lafayette would be here,” you turned to John accusingly.

“He’s supposed to be,” was the only response you received before the other two members of your party took notice of the both of you.

“Y/N! Johnny-Boy!” Hercules slurred, stepping forward unsteadily in greeting. “You guys are finally here.”

Alexander glanced up from his drink, and his face lit up immediately. “John, my love!” He stumbled upward from his seat, instantly engulfing John in a heavy hug.

“I’m assuming that I’m chopped liver then, Alex?” You joked, holding back laughter at the display.

The drunken man threw his head up from John’s shoulder, eyes landing on you for only a few seconds. “Y/N, my entirely platonic love!”

You rolled your eyes, a small laugh falling from your lips. “I suppose that’s a sufficient greeting.” In the wildness of Alexander’s greeting, you had barely noticed Hercules slip away to order another drink, eyes finding him at the bartop, talking to an unaccompanied and beautiful lady.

While John and Alexander made their way back to a table, you found yourself begin to grow almost melancholic. Why wasn’t Lafayette here? What was holding him up? Where…? Your eyes landed at a booth in the middle of the tavern. There. Within seconds, your reasonably cheery disposition crumbled into a reserved one. You found yourself slipping into a seat at the bar, ordering a drink.

Lafayette was here after all, but he wasn’t anywhere near the group. Instead, he was chatting up a woman, completely unaware that you had even entered.

Unbeknownst to you, your friend was attempting to escape a conversation. The woman he was talking to attempting to keep him there. Of course, he had approached her on his own will, but as the conversation went on, he realized more and more that he only wished to talk to you.

Just as soon as your drink was placed in front of you, the seat beside you was occupied and a familiar scent overwhelmed you. “Salut, beauté,” Lafayette greeted, flashing a warm smile at you. Instantly, he picked up on your sour mood, worry clouding his features.

“Gilbert,” you acknowledged him aloofly, taking a long sip from your drink. You knew that you shouldn’t be acting so cold. You had no real reason to be - it wasn’t like the two of you were courting - but you couldn’t swallow the jealous feeling that had risen from the pit of your stomach.

Not only concerned, but confused, he leaned forward to assess your features more closely. “Ah! I’m Gilbert now? What is wrong, mon amie?”

His friend. You barely kept yourself from scowling. “Maybe you should ask your lady friend,” you snipped, putting your drink down in a much heavier fashion than you had anticipated. “I’m sure she’d love to talk to you.”

“Quelle? I mean, what? I do not know what you are talking about, Y/N. Je suis…” Lafayette seemed to be grasping for words, fumbling over himself almost. His English and French going back in forth in some sort of battle for which would dominate his defense.

“Hm?” you finally turned to face him, trying to keep your expression neutral. This wasn’t a big deal, what were you doing? “You’re what, Gilbert?”

A loud huff caused the Frenchman’s chest to rise and fall rapidly. “Mon Dieu! Will you stop calling me Gilbert?”

“Why?” You challenged, unaware that you had inched closer to him, your cheeks beginning to grow pink the more flustered you became. “Does it bother you, Gilbert? Would you rather I call you Lafayette? Like one of your friends?”

Before he could respond, you finally allowed yourself to scowl slightly. A strange expression for your face, as you rarely ever did so around Lafayette. “Well, I won’t. I’m upset, and I will damn well call you Gilbert if I want. If you want someone to call you by that goddamned name, maybe you should just go back to speaking with that woman you were with earlier!”

A look of realization crossed the Frenchman’s features as you continued to go on in your angry rant. He let you continue speaking, waiting to see where you would end. But, he found himself leaning forward slightly as you did, holding back a small smirk.

“I mean, maybe you would rather talk to a woman you barely know instead of a woman who loves you,” you added, glancing over at the delicate looking woman he had spoken to earlier, more contempt flowing into your emotions. “Hell, if I–.” Suddenly, you felt panicked, stopping mid-phrase. What had you just said? Oh, God.

Your own eyes widened in realization as you attempted to think of something to say that might take back the words you had unintentionally let escape your mouth. Lafayette wasn’t supposed to know how you felt for him. This was the one thing you had kept from him, and in frustration, you had let it slip. Your flustered gaze trailed over his features quickly, trying to gauge what he was thinking, his deep, brown eyes seemed almost amused, his lips were barely kept away from a smile. Did he think this was funny?

“What did you say?” Lafayette finally broke the sudden, tense silence you had caused with a question that was loaded with amusement.

Trying to keep your heart from beating out of your chest, you shook your head. “Nothing. I said nothing,” you shot back quickly, frantically searching the crowded tavern for the others. Maybe if you found them, it would be an excuse to get out of the situation you had put yourself in.

You were so caught up in your thoughts of escaping possible disaster that you hadn’t noticed Lafayette moving closer to you. His gaze was flittering back and forth between your eyes and your lips as he leaned toward you, and it was only when he was merely a few inches from you that you finally processed how close he was.

“Wh-What are you doing?” You swallowed, your own eyes landing on his lips. He was so, so close. Close enough for you to feel the heat radiating from his body, to smell the mixture of alcohol and warm bread that seemed to be on him. He could see every curve on his face, the stray pieces of dark hair that hadn’t made it into his ponytail, the complete adoration in his eyes.

He was quiet for a moment before he made eye contact with you, not glancing away even once. “Something I should have done a long time ago, mon amour,” he said softly, closing the small gap of space between the both of you.

The feeling of his lips on yours was something you could hardly comprehend. Despite what you had expected, you didn’t freeze up, but instead, melted into his kiss instantly, desperately trying to take in the moment as if Lafayette would disappear any second. His hands moved away from his sides, one gently placed on the back of your neck, the other at your waist, as he pulled you closer.

It seemed to last only a few seconds before you had to pull away from him to take a breath, your lungs burning for air, but your lips burning for his. “Lafayette, I…”

“Je t’aime, Y/N,” Lafayette breathed, still holding you closely to him. “I love you.”

A smile spread over your face as you leaned forward once more, pressing your lips to his again. Never in your life had you felt so blissful, so joyful. Knowing that Lafayette reciprocated your feelings left you feeling like the world was barely within reach, and you were floating high above it.

As your lips moved in sync, you found yourselves growing closer and closer, if such a thing is possible. Your hands drifted down from his neck to his lower back, moving forward, forward. The tight grip Lafayette had on your waist began to move upward, nearly to your chest when.

“My God, Y/N, get it!” A very, very drunk John exclaimed, smirking from where he stood beside Hercules and Alexander.

Hercules looked at you, a mixture of pride and amusement in his eyes before his gaze landed on Lafayette. “I told you she had a thing for you, man!” He half slurred, leaning against the nearby table.

Alex, who seemed to be sobering up slightly, also had a clear smirk on his face as he stated, “Oh yeah, we’re all very proud,” he stated, words only slightly choppy. “God, Laurens, I owe you ten.”

“Maybe we should, as they say, get out of here, Y/N?” Lafayette suggested, and you turned to him, realizing that you had pulled away from his embrace only to be brought back into a loose one.

You smiled, eyes finally leaving the three men. “Yeah,” you hummed, smiling softly back at him, “let’s get out of here, Laf.”

highway to hell || patrick hockstetter x reader

Request: Reader is on her way to a Halloween party and Bowers gang drives by in the trans am, wolf whistle etc. At her costume, she hurries away and Patrick decides to get out of the car to follow her? ♥

A/N: ok honestly this is really bad but i couldn’t be bothered to put more effort in it because i’ve had kind of a dry spell in my writing but now i’m up n kicking again!!!

You couldn’t remember the last time you actually dressed up for Halloween like this. You were way too old to go trick or treating, and you had been for years. You had never been one for costume parties, either (not that you had been invited to many of them where you previously lived). You had no idea how your friend Gretta had even managed to convince you into coming, or dressing up in a very tiny nurse costume, but here you were; Hair curled, lips painted red with some lipstick you had found in your mom’s drawer, a hairband placed in your Y/H/C hair that conveniently matched the red and white and short dress Gretta had made you buy. You didn’t want to admit it, but you had to say you looked good. No, not just good, you looked hot.

A slight smile played on your lips as you took one last look at yourself in the mirror and adjusted your hairband, letting out another deep sigh before turning around and grabbing your thin jean jacket. Dressing up and getting wasted on cheap beer was fine, but socializing with people from school that you barely had gotten to know yet was another thing. Most of all you had just wanted to stay home and watch a Freddy Krueger movie, but you had promised Gretta you would at least make an appearance at the halloween party hosted by one of her minions.

You cast a look at your wristwatch as you slowly walked down the stairs, involuntarily frowning as you saw it was well past 10.30. You knew Gretta was going to scold you for being late. Then again, she would probably have scolded you sooner or later anyway for how drunk you were planning to get tonight. It was pretty much the only reason why you had agreed on even going to the stupid party.

“Mom, dad, I’m leaving!” You shouted as you were halfway out the door, not bothering to check for any answer that they might have shouted back at you.

You shivered slightly as you stepped out into the dark October night, a slight wind brushing your shoulders. It was colder than you had anticipated, and the short dress exposing most of your legs certainly didn’t help in warming you up. You pulled your jacket tighter around you as you started walking along the narrow sidewalk, trying not to look like Bambi on ice in your tall heels.

It was unusually quiet and calm downtown. Not that Derry’s main street ever could be compared to Time’s Square or anything, but there were usually at least some obnoxious kids over by the Aladdin theatre, or some young high school couple walking around looking lovestruck. It would have unsettled you on any other night, but tonight you were grateful for the fact that you were seemingly alone. You really didn’t feel like attracting any more attention in your revealing nurse outfit than was necessary.

That silent wish was cut short in the next few seconds though, as you heard the revving of an engine that you immediately recognized, because no one else in your little town showed off their stupid car like that.

Fuckin’ great, you thought. Henry Bowers and his goons.

You had had problems with them ever since you moved to Derry two months ago. Not that they were mean to you or anything; Their attention towards you consisted of catcalls and making lecherous hand gestures in your direction when you walked past them in the hallways. Patrick Hockstetter was the worst; He was constantly eyeing you, licking his lips and grinning whenever you happened to look up at him. So far you hadn’t been unlucky enough to be alone with them, but that was apparently destined to change tonight.

As the blue Trans-Am caught up to you, you repressed the urge to just turn around and walk home. You didn’t even spare them a look as they wolf-whistled and shouted indistinguishable obscenities, most of them concerning your ass.

“Hello, nurse!” You heard Bowers shout in an impression of the old-fashioned catcall. You rolled your eyes so far back in your head that you were actually impressed at yourself.

“You wanna get in, babygirl?” Patrick. You could have recognized the mocking tone of his voice from a mile away. It’s not that you knew him that way, but he was infamous in school, and maybe even the entire town of Derry. If you had to be honest, the boy had always had a quality to him that attracted you almost as much as it terrified you, but you would never admit that to anyone but yourself.

“I bet the four of us could give you a real nice ride”, Henry added to Patrick’s statement, earning loud laughs from his three friends.

Keeping your eyes glued to the road in front of you, you threw your arm up and flipped the whole gang off, grinding your teeth at the same time.


You had to suppress a hysterical giggle bubbling up your throat at the derogatory word being shouted at you. Very creative, Henry.

“My girl is a little feisty, huh?” You could practically hear that shit-eating grin in Hockstetter’s voice.

“I’m not your fucking girl, Patrick!” You couldn’t help but shout back at him, annoyed at the fact that they just couldn’t leave you alone.

You couldn’t help but feel surprised when you didn’t hear a response from any of the boys. Had you really shut them up? You didn’t exactly take Patrick, or any of them, for the type to be scared off by hostility.

You dared to turn your head a little, and raised your eyebrows as you saw Belch make a U-turn with the blue car and drive away at full speed in the opposite direction.

What the fuck?

Surely they wouldn’t give up that easily? You knew for a fact that they had pursued their victims for hours before finally getting to them, always unnervingly relentless in their bullying. They had barely followed you for a few minutes, and you were an incredibly easy target; Alone on a dark street at approximately 10.54 PM, while they were in a car and could easily catch up to you, no matter how fast you ran. What was going on?

You didn’t have to wonder for long. Your heart skipped a beat when you heard the sound of boots against pavement behind you. Your brain had barely manage to register the sound before you felt a warm, clammy hand press against your red-painted lips.

Your whole body felt frozen, a panicked reaction to the sudden danger you were exposed to.  You didn’t even fight your attacker when he roughly shoved you into the backstreet behind you and shoved you up against the wall. You let out a small whine as you hit your back against the bricks.

“Hey girlie”, a low voice whispered in your ear. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes for the second time that night, despite your admittedly dangerous situation, when you saw a certain long-haired boy in front of you. Of-fucking-course he got out of the damn car to follow you. 

Patrick slowly removed his hand from your mouth and instead used it to push you even harder against the rough brick wall behind you, grabbing your wrist and pinning it to your side. A wide smile grew on his face when he saw your terrified expression. That fear didn’t last for long, however, and was quickly replaced by pure anger on your part.

“Get the fuck off me, Patrick!” You spat out, trying to wiggle out of his grip on you. but he simply moved in closer, keeping you locked between him and the wall.

“No can do, babydoll”, the boy practically sang, seeming almost disturbingly comfortable with the situation he had put you in as he slowly moved his left hand up to rub your waist, still keeping a secure grip on your wrist with his right.

“What the fuck do you want?” You were desperately trying to keep your voice from shaking, despite your whole body going weak as his hand caressed your side, only the thin fabric of your dress keeping him from feeling your warm skin.

Patrick leered down at you, raising his eyebrows.

“I want you. Underneath me. Screaming my name”, he said matter-of-factly, his tone making his answer sound like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You swallowed thickly and tried to tell your body to stop responding to his words as you noticed the butterflies in the pit of your stomach. You couldn’t even tell if you were scared or disgusted or turned on at this point as he slowly let you of your wrist with the hand that wasn’t already touching you and grabbed your chin. His eyes, normally a piercing shade of turquoise, seemed almost black in the dark alleyway.

“You’re gonna be a good girl for me from now on?” He whispered close to your ear, letting his teeth lightly graze your earlobe, turning you on more than you wanted to admit.

“I…” you started saying, your voice betraying you as you felt Patrick’s left hand roughly grab your ass.

“What were you saying, princess?” He chuckled, noticing the way you tried to suppress the forbidden feelings coursing throughout your body.

“I’ll be good”, you said, your voice barely above a whisper as you felt him press his hips harder against you.

Damn right you will”, he almost groaned, his facial expression suddenly dark as he grabbed your face with both hands and smashed his chapped lips against yours.

You immediately responded to the kiss, moaning into his mouth as he explored your mouth with his tongue.

You surprised both yourself and your dark-haired partner when you harshly bit his lip, feeling the skin tear and blood mix with your saliva. This time he was the one who moaned, separating his lips from yours and letting them travel down to your neck instead. Your eyes fluttered close as he found your sweet spot and started lightly sucking. You normally wouldn’t let anyone leave a hickey on you, but Patrick’s mouth felt so good against your neck, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin, that you didn’t care.

“Now everybody’s gonna see that you’re fucking mine”, he mumbled against your neck.

You felt like you were in heaven as his left hand pulled your leg up and he hoisted you up, his sharp hips grinding against you. You couldn’t even be bothered to care about the harsh pain as your back scraped against the brick wall.

That was, until you remembered the party you were supposed to be going to. And the fact that if Greta wasn’t pissed about you being late before, she most definitely was now.

As much as you hated having to do it, you pressed your hands against Patrick’s skinny chest and pushed him away from you. He looked at you, brow furrowed, his facial expression half annoyed and half confused, seeing as how you had been a moaning mess for him 2 seconds again.

“Patrick, I have to go… I promised Greta I would go to that stupid fucking party and if I don’t get there soon she’s gonna call the cops on me or something”, you whined, letting him know that you hated having to leave as much as he did.

The dark-haired boy’s expression was dark when he responded.

“Meet me here in an hour when you’re done hanging with all those little kids. And don’t make me come find you. I’m not the most patient of people.”

“What are you planning on doing to me in a fucking backstreet, Hockstetter?” You glared at him, still slightly suspicious of the boy, despite your steamy make-out session.

“I’m planning on giving you the ride of your fucking life, angel.”


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(A/N) Hey, guys!! So, I know this wasn’t requested but I just saw Spiderman: Homecoming and it was AMAZING so I thought I would write a fic about Tom Holland’s Peter Parker. (: (I also decided to test this fic in second person so PLEASE tell me what you guys think!!) Sorry if any of you guys are lactose intolerant!! Should I also make this a series? Idk….

Warnings: small cursing

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1.4K

Originally posted by peterbparkerr

Peter had been acting extremely strange ever since he went on that Stark internship and you sure have noticed. He kept disappearing at band practice and even at study hall. He was also a lot more nervous than usual.

It was Saturday, which meant that it was yours and Peters traditional ice cream day. You threw on your vans and send a text to Peter saying you would be at the nearby ice cream shop. You wave your mom goodbye and hop into your car, double-checking your phone for Peter’s reply. Nothing.

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