i am such a fan of your face

Captain

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 3,610

Request: OMG I’m so happy to see that the requests are open again! I want to say that I LOVE your writing and I was wondering if you could do a Steve x reader smut where they have a strained relationship but then they have to share a bed during an undercover mission and that leads to sex, possibly with rough/Dom!Steve after all the tension (maybe they had to pretend they were a couple for the mission or something). Feel free to change this if you want I trust your writing genius :)

Warnings: Smut, Dom!Steve, hair pulling, captain kink, dirty talk, orgasm denial, light spanking, light choking, oral sex, swearing, Steve is a little tease

Author’s Note: I’d like to again dedicate this one to @scarlets-wanda, who tried to sneak the fact that it was her birthday last week past me! So in return, I wrote this for her. Enjoy.

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain


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Havin an emotional disability be like

-Never cries for the right reasons (like when someone dies IRL)

-Crying buckets when a fictional character dies

-Resting blank face (no emotion, eyes often glazed over)

-Having intense feelings and consequently trying to play any violent reactions off as a joke

-Having no feelings at all. You don’t even know what feelings are. Emotions? You don’t know them.

-“How are you?” “Uhhhh… Fine?” You actually don’t know if you’re fine or not. You don’t know what emotion you’re currently feeling. You were pretty sure you were okay until you were put on the spot. In the awkward silence that follows, you know you’ve fucked up so badly the embarrassment physically hurts.

-Pretending to care about something that isn’t your special interest so your friends don’t leave you.

-Your voice is also monotone unless you get excited.

-Being constantly overwhelmed by everything and having a short fuse and snappish tone with everyone and feeling guilty immediately. It’s not anybody’s fault, and you’re not mad at them, but now they think you are. You immediately shut down.

-Your sense of humor is warped by time on the internet and how few neurons fire in reaction to what normal people consider to be funny.

-You look like a deer in the headlights when you’re being yelled at. You don’t know why this person is mad at you and all your energy and concentration is going towards trying to figure out why, hence the blank look on your face.

-Staring into space for hours. You look like your soul has left your body in favor of the Astral Plane.

-Being a big fan of the feeling of nostalgia bc it’s the only feeling that hurts in a nice way.

-Enjoying angst bc it’s better to feel intense emotional pain than nothing at all.

-Am I depressed or is my disability acting up?

Imagine...Overhearing Dean

Originally posted by ijensenackles

Pairing: Dean x reader


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Being best friends with Finn Wolfhard would include:

I just felt like writing another imagine sort of?? Is this even an imagine?? What are these called?? 

But anyway, I hope you enjoy :~)

(this made me lowkey sad bc i wanna be friends with Finn man)


- Him teaching you how to skate

- Him buying you your own skateboard or longboard after he successfully teaches you how to skate.

- Biking or skating to 7/11 or some 24 hour convenience store at dead hours of the night just to get snacks

- When he finally gets his driver’s license, he drives to your house late at night just to go on spontaneous adventures.

       + or just drive around the neighborhood while talking about stuff

- Him telling you funny stories about the time he was filming IT or season two of Stranger Things. Whatever show or movie he was in, he would always tell you exclusive behind the scenes stories. You’re the only one who knows this shit.

- Live streaming together

- Being very competitive when playing video games

- Jokingly insulting each other:

        + “You’re such a dickhead, Finn.”

        + “Fuck off, Y/N.”

        + “You fuck off.”

        + “WAtcH YOUr LANguAGE!122!!!@!@#”

        + “NO YOU WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE.”

- Him introducing you to the IT kids and the Stranger Things kids

        + You of course get along with them very well

- Doing covers of songs and posting them on Youtube

- You guys would probably start a YouTube channel together 

- His friends and your friends lowkey shipping you guys

- You stealing his shirts or hoodies

         + “Is that my jacket?”

         + “Yea it is.”

         + “Oh cool, looks cute.”

         + “Thanks hoe, this is mine now.”

         + *shrugging* “Ok, it looks better on you anyway.”

- Him defending you whenever you get unnecessary hate from fans

- Him hacking into your social media to post dumb shit:

         + He would post a double chin selfie on your snap story

         + Him tweeting dumb shit on your twitter:

              + “Finn is so ugly lol gross boy.”

         + Him logging back into his account to reply to the tweet he tweeted on                  your account:

               + “Wow this is bullying I thought we were best friends how could you                       do this to me.”

- Whenever you guys watch a movie together, one of you would always put their head on the other’s lap.

- You guys would face time each other when you guys can’t see each other face to face, like when he has to go somewhere far to film or something

- Late night phone calls, seriously man y’all would stay up till like 3 am just talking about stuff.

- You guys telling each other everything of course

- Everyone thinks you’re a couple, but your relationship is purely platonic

                + Your friends and fans are not convinced, but they go with it                                   anyway


So that was fun, time to cry bc i’m not actually friends with Finn and he doesnt even know my dumbass exists lmFOOAOOAAO why do i put myself through this

“Aware of every breath, every movement, I sat in his lap. His hands braced my hips as I studied his face. "And now I want you to know, Rhysand, that I love you. I want you to know…” His lips trembled, and I brushed away the tear that escaped down his cheek. “I want you to know,” I whispered, “that I am broken and healing, but every piece of my heart belongs to you. And I am honored - honored to be your mate.”

Preliminary sketch for the above passage.

@sjmaas @worldofsarahjmaas 

Cracker Jacks and kiss cams

Summary: A story in which Bucky Barnes is very smitten, there’s a baseball game between the New York Mets and the Chicago Cubs, and Cracker Jacks are consumed.

Prompt: “I never thought you’d break my heart”
Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: None. A bit of language maybe, but this is all just sappy fluff. 

A/N: This is my submission for @just-some-drabbles​ Rom-Com writing challenge, thanks for letting me join last minute and congratulations on reaching 4k! This story came about because I really love baseball, I really love the Chicago Cubs, and I really love Bucky Barnes, so all in all, it felt like a win-win.

MASTERLIST

(Bucky, opening Google search)

“how do you know if a woman is interested”
“when do you know if a woman wants to kiss you”
“how to tell a woman you love her without saying it”
“why do I suck at talking to her”
“oh my god why can’t I just ask her out” 

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The King (NSFW)

Originally posted by fitzi-the-nerdy-girl

T’Challa x Reader

Summary: sugar daddy, art collector King T’Challa, I think that about sums it up. Inspired by THIS post.

Warnings: smut

A/N: So yet again, I have not done any of the 12 requests in my inbox. Sorry guys, just feeling a little selfish/selif indulgent as of late. Also this fic is around 3.1K words so it’s pretty long, just a heads up.


You meandered around the room, admiring the art on the walls as your heels clicked lightly across the floor. You were so proud of the work you had done to get this art exhibit up and ready in such short time. It wasn’t every day you got call from the King of Wakanda asking your museum to showcase his personal art collection so your bosses were up your ass to ensure everything was perfect, and it was. 

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Fan-Meet | BTS Reaction

Summary: You go to a fan meeting, finally getting your chance to see the man you loved - after being away for so long with work and everything, your relationship had only been through a number of Skype and phone calls, along with a few Snapchats and texts. You haven’t informed the member that you were coming today, so you hoped to shock them.


Jin: His eyes would widen considerably as you knelt down on the opposite side of the table and smiled sweetly at him. “Hey Jinnie.” you spoke his pet name and he immediately stood up and walked quickly around the table to the other side so now you were looking up at him from the same side as you were on, still knelt down

“You came…” he said, his voice shaking a little “You didn’t say anything.”

“I wanted to surprise you.” you held out a small box towards him and he opened it and instantly hugged you at what was inside - a bracelet with the initials of you and him together.

“I love it.” you were sure he was crying now as he hugged you and as he pulled back, you were right. His face was red and wet from his tears and the fans behind were all yelling “Awh~” and suddenly they started chanting ‘Kiss!’. Jin didn’t waste any time, he grabbed your face and kissed you passionately - making sure everyone in the room, members, fans and staff alike could see.

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Imagine getting a role in a movie with your ex Tom and Jensen, your current boyfriend, getting jealous and worried.

Originally posted by whoeveryoulovethemost

Originally posted by maryxglz

Connected to this!

You stared at the text message in your phone for what seemed like an eternity. When you had accepted the role you never thought there would come this moment that you’d actually think you’d want to take your answer back. You always had loved acting, a little more than singing, so whenever a movie came up that you liked the script – which you really did now – and you could work in without having to leave Supernatural, you immediately accepted. Now, however you’d started having serious doubts about your decision.

Your manager had told you you were supposed to meet your costar tomorrow morning for a coffee and the two of you to talk about some scenes. He’d sent you the address today but once you spotted the name you had not been able to reply to him. You were frozen in your place.

“Baby?” you heard a voice behind you but every muscle in your body refused to move.

“Baby? (Y/n) are you alright?” the voice got closer and when you felt a hand on your shuoulder you jumped, your phone falling from your hands.

“Wh-what?” you blinked, looking up to meet your boyfriend’s worried eyes.

“I asked you if you are alright, but it’s obvious you’re not.” he said with a gentle smile, bending to pick your phone but not looking at it out of respect.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” he cupped your face as he sat in front of you on the bed.

“It’s- nothing’s wrong, you don’t have to worry.” you mumbled, avoiding to look him in the eyes.

“Princess-” he chuckled, kissing the top of your head “You’re a terrible liar, do you know that?”

“And a terrible actor?” you asked with a half smile, trying to change the subject as smoothly as you could.

“Absolutely not! Besides, I am your number one fan and you know so I guess my opinion wouldn’t matter much anyway. But-” he grinned “You’ve got two oscars and a golden globe amongst many other awards, I think that might mean you are a good actress.” he winked and you chuckled, your eyes casting down.

“I guess.” you fidgeted with yours fingers but cursed at yourself in your mind for how you were unable to come up with something else to say, since you knew Jensen would bring back the topic.

“Now-” here we go “-Are you going to tell me about it, or not? I am not pressuring you, sweetheart, but I just need to know what’s bothering you in case I can help.”

“I want to tell you Jens, but this- I don’t know how well you’d really take to it. I don’t know if you’d be able to help me to be honest… you might be too angry to.” you played with the ring in your finger.

He took hold of your hands and brought them up to kiss them, along with engagement ring “I promise, no matter what it is I am going to try my best not to get angry.” he squeezed your hands and let out a shaky breath.

“I know you won’t, Jens. I know that you’ll try your best but sometimes it’s just- things are too hard to handle and-”

“(Y/n), what’s going on? You’re starting to worry me here. Did something happen to anyone?” he frowned but you shook your head.

“No, no I swear. Don’t worry, it’s just-” you sighed, willing yourself to look him in the eyes “Remember that movie I got a part in the previous week?”

“Yeah I- I think.” he nodded his head, his green eyes baring into yours as if he was trying to study you.

“Well, my manager told me I was supposed to meet my costar tomorrow. You know the one I will be having all those not-so-appropriate scenes with?” you asked and you saw him clench his jaw and look for a minute away.

“Yeah?” his voice was more rough and you felt him squeeze your hands without realizing it. He was already mad about it, well jealous mostly but he had agreed to respect it and you because: 1) he loved you and trusted you and 2) that was your job as well as his and if you could handle seeing him with all those women Dean had then so should he.

“Well, he told me his name today. Through texts.” you let out a shaky breath.

“And?” he looked at you with a deep frown it almost reminded you of Dean for a moment.

“It’s Tom.” you breathed out as fast as you could, and for a moment he obviously didn’t get it “It’s my ex Tom.” you corrected “Tom Hiddleston.”

The moment the words left your lips you saw his back straightened and his eyebrow shot up. His lips moved just slightly but he still kept his jaw clenched. His eyes hardened and you could see that he tried to control himself just because of his promise to you, but you could also understand how hard it was for him. Other than Jensen, Tom was the other most serious relationship you’d ever had. And by that you meant engagement serious. You weren’t one to play with those things, all of your relationships had actually been serious, but when you were with Tom you actually thought he’d be the one. You still didn’t understand fully well why you actually broke up.

You were happy together, as happy as you could get at the time, and you both thought that that was going to be forever. You really thought you would never fall harder for someone else so that made getting over him even harder but when you met Jensen you really understood what love could be. Of course you never forgot about Tom, he was and would always be important to you and sometimes you wished you could still be friends. But it was nearly impossible considering the situation.

“Jens?” you whispered, tilting your head “Jens? Jensen please say something.” you gave his hand a squeeze as his hard look didn’t flatter.

“Your ex Tom?” he asked in a low, dangerously low, and rough voice.

Jensen was not one to get jealous easily, of course when he did it the cutest sight for you but when it came to Tom it all took a turn for the worse. He was jealous but no the funny or sweet and grumpy kind. It was the seriously jealous and worried kind.

“Ye-yes my ex, Tom.” you looked down with a sigh “J, I swear I had no idea it would be him. If- if I knew I- I would have probably not said yes to the movie.”

“Probably?” he frowned at you and you blinked.

“I- I mean-” you cleared your throat “Yes, Jensen probably. Just- just because of what happened between me and Tom doesn’t mean I- I will turn down a great chance in a movie.”

“(Y/n).” he pursed his lips, letting go of your hand and you let them fall on your lap.

“What Jensen?”

“He’s your ex! Your ex Tom, do you remember what happened last time you met him?”

“If you’re talking about the Con, he wasn’t flirting with me.” you rolled your eyes “I told you, that’s how he always was with me. We’ve been close even before we got together, what’s wrong with that?”

“There’s nothing wrong with that, but he’s your ex (Y/n)! You- you can’t just go hav a scene with him like- like that and expect me to-”

“What? Accept it? Yeah Jensen I actually am. Look I am the one having doubts in the first place too but I can’t really believe you’re still angry about this because, and you said it, he’s my ex! I am no longer with him, I am with you and this-” you showed him the ring “Means that want to be with you forever! You are the one I chose to spend my life with, after I was with Tom, can’t you just- just try to understand that?”

“Yeah, but you had decided to spend your life with Tom once too, didn’t you?” he mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest like a sad stubborn little child.

“And it didn’t work out, but this is working out Jens! It is because I actually know it is what I want to!” you got up, getting closer to him “Jensen, baby please- I- I am having a hard time myself and despite how jealous I knew you’d be I thought that- that you’d understand me.”

“I’m- I’m sorry sweetheart, damn it I really am.” he cleared his throat, running a hand down his face “I’m just- It’s so fucking hard to when I know how much he- he actually meant to you.”he confessed, his head bowing down as he ran a hand through his hair.

“J” you whispered, taking hold of his hands and he looked at you “I know that Tom and I were- what he and I had wasdeep and it was true and important and strong and everything.” you cleared your throat when you his shoulders fall and the look on his face match that of a kicked puppy’s “But it’s over, J. It’s over, it ended because it actually wasn’t as… true as I thought, and not as strong or as important. Not as this is.” you locked fingers with his.

“Not as real as we are. Jensen, when Tom and I ended I thought I would never get over him because I really thought he was the one for me, the only one for me. But then I met you and- and I realized what love really meant. Don’t get me wrong, I- I did love, Tom. I can’t lie to you about that, and maybe I still do.” you heard him take a sharp breath and you almost felt bad “But I’m not in love with him!” yo quickly added, not over yet “I’m not in love with him because I’m in love with you. And nothing can ever change this now.”

“Not even him?” he whispered and you raised an eyebrow.

“What? Why do you think he would ever want to change this? Tom and I- it was a mutual decision to end this, he wanted it to. Why would he now-”

“(Y/n)” he cut you off gently, but his voice still was laced with pain “Have you seen the way he looks at you?” he asked, remembering the time you met at Con.

“What about the way he looks at me?” you whispered with a frown.

“It’s the exact same way I look at you. Madly in love.”

Days of the week (smut)

Words: 1148

Warning: Smut

Reader x All the members

A/N:  This is a special smut that contains 8 parts, this is the first one and does not have smut yet

Days of the week l Monday - Jin l Tuesday - Yoongi l Wednesday: Hoseok l Thursday - Namjoon l Friday - Jimin


Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

 Everything started with a fan meeting. Everything started only with that.  You were nothing but just a fan, a fan who never thought that all that would happen. Once you went there, your life changed.

  You were there, waiting for your turn to see them, to talk to them, to give them gifts. You couldn’t be more anxious, you had been waiting for that moment all life. And finally, your turn came. You talked to them, one by one, sharing smiles and compliments. In the end of the FM, when you were about to leave – it was already empty, you wanted to stay there the most you could - someone stopped you. You turned around, and a big man was standing behind you.

“Can I help you?” you asked politely, and kinda scared.

“Come with me, please” the man said. He must be one of the securities, and your stomach started to burn up. What did you have done? Why was he calling you? What the fuck. The man took you to the backstage and while you walked thru the hallway, no one seemed to pay attention on you both. The man stopped in front of a door and looked at you.

 “I am the boys’ bodyguard. They are right inside this room” he said. Namjoon, Jin, Jungkook, Taehyung, Jimin, Yoongi and Hoseok were right there? What was gonna happen?

“They want to talk to you” You felt your body tensing up; you felt your heart stopping. What… the…fuck…? They want to talk to me? Oh my… “But I have to check you before”.

When he finished checking you, he looked at you again.

“And one more thing… You have to assign something” he said and gave you a paper.

Confidentiality Term?

“What is this for?”

“You can’t see them if you don’t assign this” He said.

Right.

You did as he said.

“You can go in”.

And just this way, he opened the door, and there they were. The youngest ones were sat, while the hyungs were standing. You entered into the room, your body shaking while you heard the door being closed.

“Hello” Namjoon said, “nice to meet you again” he said. Oh ma.

“H-hi, oh my God” you said, voice trembling.  You looked at their faces; they were looking at you as if you were an animal in a zoo, smiling cockily. They said a “hi” in unison.

“Don’t be nervous. What’s your name again?” he asked. Of course they don’t remember, they knew a lot of fans today.

“Y/N” you answered, blushing.

“And how old are you?” Jin asked. You almost lost your conscience because of the sound of his voice.

 “I am 18”.

 What was happening? What did they want? And whatever they wanted, why me? You must be dreaming. You were not in a room with the boys of BTS.

“Hum… old enough”.

They kept talking to you, asking things and you just answered, not daring to ask what was happening. But minutes later, maybe hours, you didn’t know, after a lot of conversation, the boys told you to sit.

“You are really beautiful, you know?” Taehyung said, making you wide your eyes. His deep voice did send you shiver. His lips… oh.

“Huh, t-thank you” you said, your face probably redder than a tomato.

“You are single?” Jin asked.

 “Yes” you answered.

“Well, Y/N. We gotta say that the fact you are wonderful is seen by all of us. Not just wonderful…You are hot too…” Namjoon said, his voice deepened as he said “hot”, looking you up and down. Your heart rushed. Did Namjoon say you were hot? Nah… Taehyung sat beside you, and your body tensioned. He seemed to notice because he smirked cockily.

“Are you nervous?” he asked. You nodded.

“Why Am I here? Did I do something wrong?” you asked shyly. They laughed.

 “Of course you didn’t, baby girl. Tell us… as a fan… you think we are hot, don’t you?” Yoongi said.

What?

“O-of course I do” you said, blushing and looking down.  You felt Taehyung getting closer to you.

“And would you like to kiss me?” he asked, putting his arms around you. Oh my God that couldn’t be happening. Not with you. He got closer, his lips touching your ear, “would you like to touch me? Would you want me to…” he said, his hands flew to your thighs, squeezing at it and making you jump by the sudden touch, “Fuck you, hard and good?”

 The world stopped to you. You looked at him by the moment he said that. Did he say…did he ask…? Shit. You looked at the boys and they didn’t seem to be surprised. They didn’t act. They just stayed there, waiting for you to answer. You were so chocked that you didn’t realize Jimin had sat in your other side.

“Wouldn’t you want me to suck on your clit?” he said, his hand on your other thigh, getting up toward your breast, “or your boobs”

You got up immediately. What the fuck are you doing? Don’t. You didn’t know what to do.

 “We are sorry… sorry” Taehyung said, now apparently worried because of your reaction “We shouldn’t have touched you, we are sorry. You can go if you want”

No way.

“Why did you call me?” you asked. “That’s what I want to know”.

 “We liked you. We want you” Jin said simply. You looked at their faces again and noticed that Jungkook was the only one who wasn’t talked yet. So he is really shy.

“All you?” you asked shyly, looking at Jungkook.

“Yes, all of us” Jungkook said, making you surprised again. He was so fucking cute. They kept there, waiting for you to say something, anything.

 “I… I don’t think I understand” you said. What did they want? To fuck you all at once?

 “We are seven. There are seven days a week. We want you. That’s it. But if you don’t want to, you can go. But remember you can’t tell this to anyone” Namjoon said.

You thought about it… You wanted of course, but that was so sudden.

“You won’t live with us or something… We are staying here for 2 more weeks, and then we leave. You’ll go to our hotel room to see us when we call you and that’s it. Don’t think you are a slut because of it. You will be just a girl who wants to fuck her idols. Her idols who want to fuck her too”

That’s enough.

“Yes” you said.

“What?” Jimin and Hoseok asked, this time surprised.

“Yes. Let’s do that”  

Did I just accept?

 All of sudden, Jin walked towards you and grabbed your waist, pushing you back till your back hit the wall. He licked your earlobe while squeezing your butt with both his hands and whispered:

“Tomorrow is Monday. I am the first one”

Flirt With Me

Pairing: Peter Parker X Reader

Requested: No

A/N: Okay, but doesn’t love Peter? This is my first Marvel fanfic and I am sure that there is more to come! Thanks so much for waiting and, as always, I hope you enjoy!

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You felt a rush of relief as the bell rang, fleeing from the classroom in a hurry, hoping to lose Flash Thompson, who was hot on your heels, in the crowd. 

You run through the halls of the school, desperately trying to find your best friend Peter Parker. You spot the colour of his favourite sweatshirt out of the corner of your eye and skid to a halt in front of the glass library doors. You peered inside and sure enough, Peter was sitting alone at one of the desks, studying for an upcoming test. 

You look back and forth feeling frantic, your hair whipping wildly as you checked to see if Flash was near. He was nowhere in sight. You were safe, for the time being. 

You hurriedly push open the heavy doors of the library, the hinges squeaking rather loudly. The librarian looked up from her desk and glared at you. You smiled apologetically before hurrying over to Peter and slipping into the seat next to him. 

“Oh, hi (Y/N)-” 

“Peter.” you gasp, trying to catch your breath from all the running. He tilts his head as he looks at you, confused. 

“Are you alright? Why are you panting? Oh no, do we have to run a mile today in PE? Dang it.” 

“No no, it’s not that. It’s Thompson,” you answer, shaking your head. Peter’s eyes flare at the mention of the name but the action remains unnoticed by you.

 “What did the idiot do this time?” he asks, sighing and balling his hands into tight fists. 

“He keeps asking me out even though I’ve told him that I wasn’t interested countless times,” you say in frustration, pinching the bridge of your nose. “But he won’t leave me alone. He sat next to me in History for the past hour and he just wouldn’t stop hitting on me. I wish I could just take his head and-” 

You made a violent gesture in mid air and Peter smiled at your behaviour.

“Ugh, aren’t boys just revolting.” he remarks, making you smile. 

“Please, tell me about it.” You shake your head in disgust. “And I’m pretty sure he’s following me now. He’ll probably find me soon…oh no.” 

Your voice trails off and both you and Peter spot Flash approaching the library, swaggering through that halls as if he owned the place. Peter glared at him as he got closer. In his opinion, that kid was way worse than any bank robber he had ever webbed up. 

You grabbed his shoulder and he looked down at your hand, startled by your sudden action. 

“Arg, he’s coming! I need to hide!” you yelp, looking around wildly for a place to hide but to no avail. You were out in plain sight. You flinched as you heard the doors of the library open and looked at Peter for help. And then, an incredibly stupid idea pops into your head. 

“Flirt with me.” you whisper, instantly regretting everything. 

Saying that he looked shocked would have been the understatement of the century. 

“Er - what?” he exclaimed, his face turning a bright shade of pink as Flash entered rather obnoxiously loudly into the library. He was apologizing to the cranky librarian and you quickly explained your oh so stupid plan to Peter. 

“If he sees I’m taken, he won’t ever try to make a move again.” you explain quickly, feeling yourself heat up and Peter looks at you skeptically, his blush fading. 

“(Y/N), are you sure about this? I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.” 

Flash starts to walk towards your table and your grip on Peter’s arm tightens. 

“Please.” 

He nods slightly and clears his throat, scooting himself closer to you. 

“So, uh, do you come here often?” he asks in a low voice and you stare at him before bursting out into laughter. 

“Is that honestly the best thing you’ve got?” you ask through giggles. “Gee, you’re just as awkward as I am.” 

He rolls his eyes playfully. “Hey, at least I’ve got you laughing now. It’s makes everything more convincing.” 

But he was right. Flash was eyeing the two of you, looking agitated and envious. 

“And no, this is my best line… You are absolutely, astoundingly beautiful and that’s the least interesting thing about you.” he whispers, his hand cupping your chin and tilting your head up, forcing you to look him in the eyes. His face is mere centimeters from yours and you could feel his hot breath fanning across your face. 

Your mind goes totally blank as you stare into his eyes, trying to clear your throat to say something witty back at him but you couldn’t think. Instead, to your horror, you feel your face flush as you continued to get lost in his eyes. 

“Perfect! I’ve got you blushing now too!” Peter observes, looking quite satisfied with himself. This simply deepened your blush and he chuckled. It was definitely odd, seeing this confident side of Peter, but you had to say that you were enjoying it, maybe even a little too much. 

“You’re a great actress, (Y/N).” he whispers with a grin and you nod unconsciously. 

“Er, yeah. Acting…” 

“How’s our victim?” he whispers into your ear, drawing you even closer to him, if possible. 

“Uh, h-he’s looking absolutely furious.” you stutter, finally managing to get a full sentence out. You mentally scold yourself, you weren’t going to let him know that he was making you melt and feel absolutely flustered. “He should be gone soon.” 

“Good, let’s keep at it then.” he murmurs, taking your hand gently and looking at you through his lashes. Your heart beat quickened as Peter placed his lips on your knuckles, kissing them lightly. 

“If I had a star for every time you brightened my day, I’d be holding a galaxy.” he said lazily against the back of your hand and tried your best to refrain yourself from shaking at his touch. Your mind couldn’t help but wander to the thought of what his soft lips would feel like against your own… 

“That’s so cliché.” you say feeling awfully breathless and he smiles once again before lifting his head back up to meet your eyes. 

“It is indeed. But it’s also true.” he replied, without breaking his character. You knew that if you had been standing, your legs would’ve failed you. “I was always told that nobody was perfect, but you’re clearly the exception. However, there is one thing I want to change about you.” 

“W-what?” you question, stuttering again. 

“Your last name.”

You desperately tried to think of a clever comeback but you couldn’t, it was as if your brain had been turned to mush. Once again you were at a loss of words, something you prided yourself of not happening. Your best friend gave you a reassuring smile before gesturing towards where Flash was standing, asking you to check if he was still there. The other boy was nowhere in sight. Thank the heavens, he was gone. But you also felt a pang of disappointment when you realized that Peter’s charade would soon come to an end… 

“He’s gone. Flash is gone.” you whisper incoherently, and Peter’s face lights up with a huge grin. 

“Yes! You’re plan worked (Y/N)!” Peter cheered happily, dropping the low, seductive voice he had used merely seconds ago.

“Are you alright?” he inquired when you don’t cheer with him. 

“Y-yeah. I’m great.”

To your dismay, he scooted away from you and began to pack up his things before standing up. 

“I feel like I allured you with my awkwardness rather than flirting with you.” Peter said, chuckling as he swung his backpack on effortlessly. “On his behalf, Flash was a complete idiot to believe any of that, I do hope I was convincing enough.” 

He frowns slightly and you nod your head furiously. 

“Uh, yeah! You were great! Could’ve fooled me!” you squeaked, trying yourself to sound as convincing as possible. Peter didn’t seem to notice how significantly higher your voice had become. 

“He shouldn’t be bothering you anymore.” he says with a grin. 

“Yeah, hopefully. Thank you, Peter.” 

“No problem! And if he does bug you again, just let me know. I’ll be happy to help again. We make a pretty good team of actors, if I do say myself.” 

“Mhmm. Thanks again.” 

“Anything for you (Y/N). Well, I better get going. The ‘Stark internship’, y'know?” he says with a wink before running off to become his alter web shooting ego. 

You remained in the library, still glued to your seat. Your heart was still racing at a feverish pace. You place your hand on your cheek and to your surprise, find yourself still blushing, your cheek burning like fire. 

Was Peter Parker just that good at flirting or had you fallen for your best friend?

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Part 2

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To Andrea,

I am so happy I got to speak to you for a while. I was so touched to find out that I was your wish. You brought a huge smile to my face. I wish that we had got to meet at the  concert in Philly as it would have been a pleasure to spend some time with you. You are a joy to talk to and I am a huge admirer of your bravery and attitude during a time that must be so incredibly difficult.

I am sending so much love to you.

As promised… ‘Girl Almighty’

Your friend, Always.

- H .x

Best Friends Don't Do This || Park Jimin

Bestfriends Don’t Do This || Park Jimin 

 Words: 2,159 (fuuuuuuck)

 Genre: SMUT 

 A/N: oh my god I’m back at it someone stop me someone send me Jesus bc I need it. I am trashhhh. Anyway, lol, requests are open! Send us some of your deepest desires and we will get to it! ^.^

 -admin courtneycat


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 Spending time at Jimin’s always meant something would go down that night. Whether that would be a movie night, a sleepover with lots of icecream and snacks, or random bruises from mini fights you two would have. Jimin is your bestfriend, has been since you guys were just ten years old. You’ve seen everything about him- from the bad to the good. Bad hair cuts and breakups, to movie nights and prom dates. Now, sitting at the early ages of twenty, you guys both are realizing the differences between then and now.

 A piece of popcorn was thrown at your face, hitting you dead smack in the middle of your forehead. Jimin giggled at your cross eyed glare you had given him.

 “Excuse you, sir, could you fucking not?” He only laughed harder. The Captain America movie was no longer being paid attention to, as it only seemed to turn into background noises.

 “It’s movie night ma'am, get off your damn phone! This is our tiiiiiiiiiimeeee,” he wailed at you, throwing another piece of popcorn at you. His missed this time. Glaring at him, you threw a Twizzler at him. Though not at his beautiful face- wait, what? Shaking your head from that bizarre thought, you messaged your friend to stop bothering you- that you were with Jimin. She messaged you a few dirty emojis back. Rolling your eyes, you locked your phone and placed it on the cushion next to you.

 “Sorry, Y/F/N is messaging me weird shit,” you told him. His eyes scrunched up and a smirk took over his lips.

 “What kind of weird shit? Tell meeee!” He demanded. You shook your head, “Nuh-uh! Not telling. Just weird stuff you don’t need to know, trust me,” you laughed it off. You curled yourself into the couch more, resting your feet onto Jimin’s lap. He made a face at you again, but ignored it, paying attention to the movie finally. Poor Chris Evans. 

 The room felt quiet. Which was extremely odd because Jimin is almost always making some sort of noise- humming, singing, muttering, snoring, and lets not forget… yelling. Yes. The amount of times Taehyung has come over during our friendship nights is astounding. And whenever he does come over it’s constant noise times five because Taehyung. Yes, you probably understand.

 Taking a peek over at Jimin, you see that his eyes are focused on the movie. You mentally shrug and continue to watch the movie. Suddenly, he grabs your feet and tugs you down the couch. You let out a squeak of surprise and grab onto the side cushion for dear life. 

 “What are you doing, asswipe?!” You screech out at him. He only smirks and climbs on top of you. Sitting on your legs and pinning your arms to the couch. He then grabs at your phone, making your eyes widen in fear. Shit.

 “No no no no no! Hey, put that down!” You yell at him. You knew he was going to find those text messages. Your friend is extremely dirty and you guys would talk about interesting topics. By interesting topics, you mean sex. And by sex, your topic of the day was thigh riding. And somehow your friend had mentioned Jimin’s thighs and you had somehow agreed that he had nice thighs. And now here you are. Being encased by said thighs and you couldn’t help but quickly glance at them… because he was coincidentally wearing shorts. 

 Jimin only smirked as he clicked the home screen button. The lock screen showed the selfie of you and Jimin at the carnival from the last time you guys were hanging out. Thank god you had a passcode on it. “Hah! That’s right, so get off me ya lard butt-” you started but,

 “Hahaha!” Jimin had figured out the passcode, “now let’s take a look at those messages.. mhmm…ah! Y/F/N..” he muttered.

 “Please no, please I’ll do anything! Just give me my phone back! Please!” You begged out. He stopped what he was doing and glanced down at you underneath him. Your hair was sprawled out around your head and in your face a little. Your eyes looked at him as you chest heaved up and down because this whole time you have been fighting and struggling to get loose from his grasp. What you didn’t know is that Jimin liked this. You beneath him, sweating, begging. Yes, he liked you. And he definitely knew what those texts were about.

 Still smirking at you, he locked your phone and tossed it to the ground. You looked at him and noticed something much different about him, yet you couldn’t tell. He let go of your arms and slowly trailed his hands down them, and to your back. His trail left what seemed to be fire as your back arched by itself. Jimin then lifted the top half of you up and soon enough you were face to face.

 “Uhm, uh thanks. For-for ya know. Uh not looking at the messages,” you stuttered out. He nodded in acknowledgement, but his hands never budged, but to be honest, you didn’t want them to move. You almost whined when you felt his right hand move up to the back of your neck. Your breath caught in your throat and your eyes looked into his. What was he doing? And why weren’t you stopping this?

 “You’ll do anything? Anything for me?” He asked you. Too caught up in the moment and paralyzed from his touch, you just nodded back at him. He softly chuckled and went with his gut for the first time in a while. He lowered his face close to yours and instead of backing out, you closed your eyes and just went for it.

 Soon enough, his luscious lips were attached to yours. Your mind went blank and nothing around you seemed important to you anymore. Not the movie, not the time and definitely not your phone. You cupped your hand to his cheek and shimmied closer to him. He dipped you back down to the couch and lowered himself down with you, lips never detaching. Holy hell you were kissing your best friend and you liked it. You liked it a lot. 

 You two separated for the briefest of moments and looked at each other. You were both breathing heavily and as you looked back down at his lips and back to his eyes, he reattached his lips to yours again. You were in heaven. And he thought the same. He slipped his tongue out and ran it against your bottom lip. Moaning, you parted your lips and let his tongue in. Never in your life have you ever thought about French kissing Jimin in his apartment. 

 Too caught up in the moment again, you gasped as Jimin flipped you around. This time he was underneath you and you groaned at all the dirty thoughts that ran through your mind. Jimin’s hands trailed down to your waist and quickly pulled your sweater over your head and threw it somewhere in the room. A low moan rippled though the back of his throat and you could feel the heat pool in your stomach. His hands attached themselves to your breasts and massaged them, casually tweaking at the perky buds. You were a mess at this point.

 “Ah, Jimin, I think, oh god, I think you’re wearing too much,” you moaned out. You tugged at his shirt, and he got the hint. He pulled the t-shirt off. You didn’t holy your moan in at all when you saw his upper half. Dear god, you ran your hands down his tanned skin and lowered yourself down to kiss his torso. 

 “Fuck, baby,” Jimin moaned out. His hands moved down to your waist and rubbed his hands around. As you began to suck small little marks onto his collarbones and neck, he lifted you up off him.

 “Okay, baby. You said you’d do anything, right? You can’t go back,” he told you. You didn’t care at this point. You nodded. He could get you to do anything and you would care. He propped himself up on the side cushion and smirked.

 “Ride my thigh, baby.” He patted his thigh. You just blinked. So he did read the messages. Fuck. But looking at his thigh, you threw all caution to the wind and straddled him. His smirk got wider and his hands gripped you hard against him.

 “You ready, pretty girl?” He asked you. All these pet names got you off and you were more than ready for this. Nodding, you bent down and kissed him again. His hands moved your lower half back and forth, the rocking motion sending your mind into overdrive. The amount of pleasure you were received was insane.

 If Jimin were to be honest right now, the vision of you, getting yourself off only by the sheer friction of his thigh, could have him cumming himself in no time. Your body glistened with sweat and mixed with his, and he thought that must have come second to things that make you incredibly hot. Just everything about you could get him off.

 “Oh, fuck, Jimin. Oh god, you’re so good,” you moaned out. His shorts would bundle up and run at your clit and send you into overdrive. Sure enough when you looked down, you notice the wetness that was slowly running along his thigh. Fuck was that a sight. You looked back at Jimin and notice his eyes were screwed shut. You decided to help him out a bit. Running your hands down his chest again, you let your hand trail into his shorts and grab his dick. His eyes shot open and stared into yours.

 “Oh baby girl,” he groaned out. You swiped the precum that gathered onto his tip and brought your fingers to your mouth and sucked. “Fuck,” he dragged out, flinging his head back as he moved you faster along his thigh. You squeaked out at the friction and nearly cummed right there. 

 You grabbed his length again and ran your hand up and down. The moans coming from him pushed you further to your orgasm and you tried moving even faster to help him reach his. One of his hands reached up and brought your face down and kissed you hard again. And just in seconds you were sent into oblivion as your orgasm ripped through you. Your sight blurred and gasps left your mouth. The sight of you jerking and gasping, pushed Jimin to the edge and right after you, he let go and white spurts spotted his chest and your hand.

 You collapsed onto his chest, not caring about his mess sticking all over the place, cause really- you left a mess on his leg anyway. Who cares right now. Breathing hard you managed to speak out, 

“Oh shit, Jimin. What the fuck… just happened?” His hand ran up and down your back as you leaned a bit back to look at him.

 “Something that should have happened a while ago, ahh,” he was now blushing and you couldn’t hold back the grin on your face, “this is so backwards but uh, do you wanna go on a date sometime?” You leaned your face back into the crook of his neck and gave him a peck. “I would love to,” you whispered into his skin. You could feel the shit eating grin on his face and he snuggled you closer to him. Resting there longer, you could almost fall asleep. 

That was until- 

 “Hey guys! Guess what Jungko- WHAT THE HECK GUYS. Did I come at a bad time- oh my god!” Shouted Taehyung. Jimin threw the nearest pillow at him.

 “Get the fuck out, Tae!” 

You heard the door slam back shut, loud yells of disgust still being shouted down the corridors. You couldn’t help chuckling a little as you knew that Taehyung will always be Taehyung in the end. Jimin shifted a bit underneath you and you looked down at him curiously. His face looked a worried.

 “Umm, I’m not so worried that my dick was hanging out for Tae to see, but uh, I got a second confession for you,” his voice was small and scratchy, but you just shrugged and let him continue, “okay, so this was kind of planned?” 

 “What does that mean? What do you mean plan, Park Jimin I will end you!” You started grabbing at his bare chest with your hands. 

 “No no no! It’s not what you think really! What I mean is is that Y/F/N was basically trying to get you to think about me like that because I told her that I liked you…” he trailed off, a bit embarrassed.

 “Park Jimin… I have liked you for a very long time,” you giggled a little, “uh, thanks for finally doing something. But, oh is Y/F/N is a dead man.”

Originally posted by nnochu

Imagine Ellen setting you and Tom Up

Summery: Okay so in this imagine you are a pretty big actor who has made quite a few movies. You’re pretty famous and well known. A HUGE fan of Spiderman and Tom Holland, which Ellen knows. Little do you know that Tom is a huge fanboy of you as well. So, Ellen decided to play matchmaker and see if she can make her two guests fall in love.

 Key: (Y/N)= Your name (Y/L/N) = your last name (C/F/N)=Celebrity friend name (S/N) =Ship Name (O/C/F) =other celebrity friend __________________________________________ 


 You pace back and forth in your dressing room, trying your best to calm your nerves before going on live television. This isn’t he first time you will have been on television, but it is the first time you’ll be on the Ellen show. You had met Ellen at the last Emmy awards and you two had gotten along quite well, even becoming friends. The blonde invited you to be on the show after she saw the trailer for your latest film “Falling For a Lost Cause” about making the most out of life and love. It was kind of ironic how you played in a dramatic love story and yet had nobody for yourself to love. Well, romantically that is. Unless you count your obsession over Tom Holland. 

You had been a huge Spiderman fan ever since you were younger when you used to steal your brother’s comic books, and now that they’d come out with another reboot of the movie, you could honestly say you were in love. Toby and Andrew had also taken a toll on you as you spent countless night dreaming about them, but when Tom Holland was announced as the new web slinging hero, you fell head over heels. It may have been due to the fact that he was closer in age than the other two, or maybe it was the way his chocolate brown orbs could make you melt. 

 You had almost met him once. You were invited to the Doctor Strange premiere and saw the man of your dreams doing an interview, being his nerdy self. When your close friend (C/F/N) finally pushed you to talk to him (and I literally mean she shoved you into him) you bumped into him rather hard and stumbled, losing your footing and pulling Tom down with you while others froze, watching the embarrassing ordeal. Immediately you began spitting out apologies, stumbling over your words and turning a bright shade of red to match the shade you were pretty sure matched Tom’s as people helped you to your feet. As you stood up, Tom said nothing as he stared at you, frozen and making you more embarrassed. You remember thinking ‘oh god, he hates me’ before literally running away. 

 You booked it down the red carpet, going past interviews and other celebrities before you hid behind your other friend (O/C/F), the whole night making sure that you wouldn’t see Tom Holland again. 

 The next morning your twitter feed was filled with clips of the embarrassing night before. As well as the many people commenting (S/N) anywhere they could. You shake your head as you recall the embarrassing memory from over 6 months ago, stopping your pacing and plopping down on the couch, smoothing out the white robe you had on that you’d be removing to change into the black dress hanging up. 

 Deciding to kill time and get your mind off things, you change into the tight long sleeve black dress and your black strap on heels when you hear a knock on the door. As you put in your right earring, grabbing your left, you head to the door. 

 Curiously, you turn the handle and peer out to see who you recognized as Andy, with a headset on and an embarrassed look on his face. “Oh hey,” you smiled, putting in your other earring as you opened you door further, now seeing a camera crew behind the average man. “Uh hey to you too?” you said to the cameras suspiciously. “Andy right?” you asked as you shook the man’s hand. He nodded “yep, and you’re (Y/N) (Y/L/N) right?” he asked sarcastically. You laughed slightly, “Yuppo, that’s me,” you say in a slightly off voice and immediately scolding yourself mentally or your weirdness afterwords. 

 Andy however, laughs and you cringe, “Sorry I don’t know why I did that,” you giggle, “That was weird.” you laugh with Andy as he shakes his head, “No, you’re fine. Ellen just wants a word with you before the show.” he explains and you nod suspiciously, “a word with me?” you ask and Andy nods, “And a camera crew?” you ask, knowing Ellen is planning something. “She wants to document it, for memories.” he says not convincing you in the least. “Uh huh,” you nod suspiciously as Andy begins walking away.

 "Should I be scared?“ You ask the camera, to which the man holding it only smiles, "Come on man,” you laugh, following Andy, “Give me a hint,” you whisper shout making the cameraman smile once more, “Ugh you are no help.” you groan, trudging after Andy down a few halls. 

 Stopping, you take off your heels to ease the pain in the balls of your feet, running to catch up with Andy as he stops in front of a room. “Is this the part where you murder me?” you joke as Andy stays straight faced, answering by opening the door. “Andy?” you ask, a chill going up your spine, as you step into the room. “Are you actually going to murder me?” you ask, your smile dropping as Andy closes the door suddenly, trapping you inside. Your eyes widen as you rush to the door, hitting the wood “Andy!” you exclaim, hearing nobody on the other side. 

 You groan turning around sliding down the door. “Ugh,” you say, before seeing a camera on the far wall. Suddenly your blood runs cold, “Ellen if you scare me I swear I’ll die!” you warn, standing up and pacing the room, stopping before another hidden camera. “I’m genuinely afraid right now,” you laugh slightly before you hear the door open behind you. 

 You almost turn around before you hear a voice you recognize, “Wait in there?” the British accent speaks, and you freeze, immedietly knowing who it is. “Nah mate, I feel like she’s gonna jump out at me.” Tom speaks once more and you almost laugh as you hear his footsteps stumble into the room and hear the door slam once more. You glare at the camera in front of you, shaking your head angrily at Ellen who was most likely watching. Then you heard Tom speak again, “Uh, miss?” he spoke uncertainly and you made a face, not wanting to address him and have him remember you. “Do you know why I’m in here?” he asks, his voice getting closer. You turn around slowly, eyes trained on the floor as you try not to make eye contact, “I know about as much as you do,” you sigh, finally making yourself look up at Tom. Oh God, why did he have to look so good. His hair was slicked and he was wearing a t-shirt and Denim jeans. He probably hadn’t changed for the show yet.

 You had no idea he would be on the show today, if you did you would have been a lot more nervous. As you studied him, you noticed that he froze, his eyes trained on you as he stood tense, a light pink dusting his features. He probably was remembering the last time you saw him, when you completely embarrassed him. 

 You smiled shyly as he broke out into a huge grin, his mouth hanging open, “Y-you’re (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!” he exclaimed, his arms making a huge gesture. You furrowed your brows as he stared at you, “Yeah?” you said uncertainly as Tom exploded with energy, pacing around the room with his hands messing up his hair excitedly, the smile never leaving his face, “O-oh my God!” he exclaimed, “I am just such a huge fan.” he explained, coming up and grabbing your hand to shake it quite quickly, “I love you in (M/T) and (O/M/T) just,” he sighed, reminiscing, “Absolutely amazing!” he explained, going on and about you and how much of a fan he was. 

 To say you were shocked would be an understatement. This man you were practically in love with, whom you thought hated you, was a complete fanboy! Finally, not being able to stay silent anymore, you exploded, “Me? You like me?” you asked in astonishment, your eyes wide as you stared him up and down, “I am like your biggest fan!” you exclaimed, “Y-you’re just so talented and funny.” you went on, “I cried when I watched the impossible, and I NEVER cry…besides Disney movies…” you mumble as you continued to compliment Tom and his work. 

 He stood there starstruck until you finally said, “and I thought you hated me after I embarrassed you on the red carpet,” to which Tom furrowed his brows, “What? no!” he disagreed, “Yeah!” you exclaim, “I mean, I pulled you to the ground in front of millions of viewers and to be fair you didn’t even say a word to me–" 

 "That’s because I was star struck!” he interrupts, “and you ran off before I could introduce myself. I found it quite funny actually,” he laughed with you, “Ugh. Well you know me, trying to avoid embarrassing encounters only by making them more awkward,” you face palmed. Tom laughed mumbling something under his breath you couldn’t quite make out. 

“Oh and don’t even get me started on Spiderman,” you exclaim as Tom’s head shoots up, “I mean, I love him so much it’s not even funny.” you laugh as Tom smiles widely, “No way, YOU love Spiderman?” he asks you and you nod obviously, giving him a “duh” face. “I love Spiderman too!” he exclaims, “What are the odds?” he says sarcastically as you laugh with him. 

 Finally your laughter dies down and you realize you were still trapped in this room, and the show should start in 20 minutes. “How are we gonna get out?” you say suddenly, both of your eyes widening.

Just then, you hear a voice all too familiar on the com on the right side of the room, “I’ll let you out if you kiss,” Ellen’s voice breaks through, causing your eyes to widen and face to turn to a shade resembling a tomato. 

You hear her snickers before the com cuts off and you cough awkwardly, not even daring to spare Tom a glance, “Come on Ellen,” You groan, giving Tom an awkward smile, in which he returns shyly.

After what seems like forever, but was most likely just a few minutes, Tom’s stomach growls, causing you to laugh and gasp, “Ellen, we got a starving boy in here!” You exclaim as Tom begins to laugh, “What kind of monster traps someone in a room with no food!” You laugh with Tom as he kicks the ground with his foot.

About ten seconds later, a box slides under the small space under the door. Immediately, you rush to the box, pulling it out the rest of the way and jumping with glee.

Tom walks over curiously, “What is it?” He asks before I open the box, smiling even wider before I answer, “The cure to everything,” I sigh, “Aka, pizza.” I laugh as Tom groans teasingly, “I call first slice,” You declare, pulling out a slice and shoving it into your mouth. 

You look over at Tom who’s eyes are wide with shock, “What?” You ask though a mouthful of cheesy goodness, “We’re trapped in here and you’re worried about getting the first slice?” He asks astonished. You glare at him teasingly, “You got something against pizza?” You ask as Tom immedietly widens his chocolate orbs and raises his hands in defense, “I didn’t say that,”  he declares as you level a playful glare at him, “Good, I almost had to kill you for a second.” Tom giggled, actually giggled, “Well, we can’t have that now can we?” he laughs and you laugh with him, handing him the pizza box as he takes out a slice. 

The two of you sit there in silence, eating pizza and sharing awkward glances, both resulting in blushing and looking down at the floor.

“The show starts in 15 minutes and I haven’t even gone to wardrobe,” he throws his head back and groans once more. You laugh at him, “After eating this greasy goodness, I need to get my makeup redone.” You sigh, “Guess we’re both in trouble,”

Tom mumbles something under his breath you can’t quite make out as you turn to him curiously, “What?” You ask and Tom looks at you in embarrassment, as if he was hoping you didn’t hear him. “S-sorry, no it was stupid…forget it.” he said too quickly, his eyes darting back to the floor.

You furrowed your brows, “No, I didn’t hear you, what was it?” you asked, genuinely curious as Tom looked up from the floor at you shyly, a pink dusting his cheeks, “I…er,” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, making you smile at his shyness, “I, um, I said maybe we should just do it…” he trailed off as you smiled at him, your cheeks turning bright red. 

“You mean kiss?” You ask, immedietly getting nervous and twiddling your thumbs. “Yeah…” Tom said, now seeming certain and determined as his eyes bore into mine. 

“I-I mean unless you don’t want to we could just–” You interrupt him, placing your right hand on the back of his neck and pulling his face towards yours to press your lips onto his. 

As soon as your tender flesh meets, Tom’s hand goes to your waist, pulling you impossibly close as your hand goes up to mess with his dark curls which were so much softer than you’d imagined.

The kiss was hungry and passionate and needy. neither of you wanted to break away as the door opened.

Finally you forced yourself to pull your lips from his, out of breath as Tom smiled at you slightly, his eyes wide, “Tastes like pizza,” he mumbles before Ellen and a camera crew come barging in, the blonde laughing hysterically, her face red as she stares at the two of you in shock, with mischief in her eye.

You had no time to be embarrassed as the crew dragged you and Tom away to your wardrobes where hair and makeup were waiting for you.

As they dolled you up, fixed your hair and rearranged your outfit, you sat in shock, not believing what just happened. You just kissed your celebrity crush, and he kissed you back. 

You touched your lips chastely as you recalled his lips that were once there, on yours…

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A/N: Part two will be what happens when the show actually starts and Ellen shows the audience your guys’ footage. It may even lead to a relationship.


Originally posted by poptartcalum

Originally posted by degeneresellen

Imagine Jensen showing to Misha and the fans what you, his fiance, love most in him.

“Hi, uhm my question is actually for the lady of the show that we all love very very much and appreciate, (Y/n).” a fan said with a bright smile and you giggled.

“Aw thank you so much, sweetheart! You know I love you all too!” you blew a kiss to her, making her smile even more.

“Of course we all love her, do you see this woman?!” Jensen exclaimed with wide eyes and a grin as wide as it could get, motioning with both his hands “I always agreed to the moto ‘Nobody’s perfect’ but damn my whole life proved to be a lie when I met this beauty!”

You giggled as you shook your head at your fiance’s words “And apparently Jensen’s favorite thing to do ever since that first meeting is make me blush fifty shades of red!” you bit your lip as you glanced at him to see he had that lovestrucksmile on his face as he giggled slightly. Well, at least his expression mirror yours.

“You know you love it too!” he said with a shrug, leaning in to kiss your temple as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders “But, just so we can get it straight-” he turned to face the fans “Y'all I know how much you love this one, oh trust me I know better than anyone, but I am her number one fan, got it? Good.” he nodded his head firmly before chuckling.

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This is a little something I put together when I was going through something a while back. If you or a loved one are going through something like this shown in this imagine (Really just suicidal thoughts, depression, anxiety, etc.), please call this suicide prevention hotline: 1-800-273-8255

If you ever need someone to talk to and you feel uncomfortable calling this number, feel free to contact me personally. (Please don’t use anon because I don’t want to post it for the internet to see)

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Originally posted by spiderholland


You’re so ugly. 

You aren’t good enough.

Why do you even exist?

He doesn’t love you. 

The world will be better off without you. 

You sat in the dimmest part of your bedroom, your head in your hands and the blade beside you. You knew going back into that old habit was terrible. But at times like these, it was hard to have any self-control.

The thoughts weren’t sparked by comments from some of Tom’s fans that despised you. You “got used” to them, but nevertheless, you deleted your Instagram and snapchat minutes before your emotional breakdown. 

Really, nothing really triggered you into this. You woke up today and thought. I’m not okay. Why am I not okay? You thought about your life. You were in college, which was well payed for by your family. You’re dating a freaking celebrity. So why did you feel this way? 

Tears rolled down your face as the dark thoughts pounded against your skull. You’ve thought about this plenty of times as a young teen. And you thought about if you actually went through with your initial plan, you wouldn’t have met Tom. You wouldn’t have fallen in love. 

But here you are. In love. Yet so broken. But rest assured it wasn’t his fault in any way. 

The thoughts. The self doubt. The self hatred. The loathing. The depression. The need to dig the blade into your wrist to make a deep vertical cut.

It all hit you like a Tidal Wave. 

Do it. 

No one will miss you. 

Just one cut. Doesn’t even have to be too deep.

You aren’t good enough. 

They hate you.

He hates you. 

You’re just a parasite to him.

And before you could stop yourself, you grabbed the blade and slashed at your skin four times. You stared in horror as the blood dripped from your skin to the beige carpet. Your breath was shaky as you dropped the blade and broke into sobs. 

Then you heard him. 

“Babe? You won’t believe what happened at the park with these squirrels!” Tom’s accent rang through your flat. You shot up, picking the razor up and throwing in the trash bin, slicing your finger tips in the process. You grabbed some tissues and plopped them on top of the blood stains, cursing at yourself. 

“You dumb fuck.” You muttered to yourself, realizing that those stains will never come out. Tom called for you again, you hear Tessa’s barking becoming louder as she smelled your blood. “Just a minute, Tommy!” You called back, practically slamming your fistful of tissue onto the stains. “Dumb fuck.” You muttered at yourself once again. 

Then you heard the door swing and Tom say. “What the fuck?” You kept your back towards him, your bleeding wrist held tightly against your chest, as you kept cleaning. “Babe what did you spill?”

“N-nothing.” You whispered, wiping away, the tissues tearing apart. 

He walked over to you. Tessa pushed past him and onto the bloodstains, howling and barking. Tom turned you around to see your nightshirt covered in blood along with your bloody wrist and hands. “What did you do?” He said in horror. He hates you. The voice hisses again. 

And that’s when you burst into tears. 

The silence was filled with Tessa’s alert barks as you collapsed into Tom’s arms in tears. He pried your arm from your chest to see the four scars bleeding but not enough to were it was life threatening. He got up. He’s going to leave you. He hates you. But to your surprise, he helped you up too. 

Tom walked the both of you to the bathroom where he had you put your wrist against the running faucet. He then washed them for you. Then Tom fetched a huge bandage and covered it. 

Tom finally broke the silence. “Why?” He asked, his jaw tight.

You exhaled a shaky breath before saying. “I-I don’t know.”

“Damn it, (Y/N)!” Tom yelled as he began to cry, his hands slamming on the bathroom counter, making you flinch. He immediately noticed and apologized. “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry, love. I-I just want to know why.” You stayed silent. “I want to know why you, the most caring, selfless, beautiful, amazing, sweetest girl would do that.” There was more silence. “Is it because of me? Am I not around enough? Am I not good enough?” 

“No!” You exclaimed. “You’re the caring one. You’re the selfless one. You’re the amazing one. You’re the most attractive person in the world. And I’m wondering if I’m not good enough for you. Am I a charity to you, Holland?”

“No.” He said, pulling you into him, hugging you tightly. 

“Then why are you dating someone like m-me? I’m normal. I’m ugly. I’m not perfect. I do this. Why are you with me when you can have literally anyone better?” You asked as you cried. 

Tom pulled away, pushing fallen pieces of hair from your face. “You are beautiful. You’re the love of my life and I don’t want you or anyone else to hurt you. Okay? I love you so much. Please never again. I’m here, baby. I’m always here.” 

In the Heat of the Moment

Fandom: Sanders Sides
Pairings: Prinxiety (if you squint hard enough)
Words: 1,093

A/N: This idea was created by my great friend @availe so please go read her comic version here too!

Prompt: It’s hot. But Virgil refuses to take off his jacket.

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It was stifling in the commons area today.

Thomas had been asked to go hiking with some friends and since Logan had planned a day off in between videos, Thomas agreed to go with his friends. Living in Florida, there wasn’t much to the areas where people hiked or camped, but the one major thing that sucked most of all about the idea: it was hot.

Not just the hot that you need a drink of water to cool you off, but more like the air around you felt wet, and the longer you stood outside the more you just felt like dying inside. The heat sucked all of the coolness off your body the instant you walked outside.

Because Thomas himself was in a hot environment, the sides themselves were also feeling the heat.

Luckily for Roman, Patton, and Logan, their clothing was pretty thin, just a small fan blowing towards them was enough to keep them happy. However, Virgil was another story. He had hold himself up in his room claiming that the commons area was just too bright for him that day.

Virgil paced around his room, trying to fan himself with his hands but it wasn’t nearly enough. He absolutely refused to take off his clothing - it felt as if it was a part of who he was now, especially after his change up. The hoodie was very thick though and adding onto his long sleeve undershirt, Virgil was sweating pretty profusely.

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“…and I handed [Roddenberry] my resignation that I’d written out. And he took it, and he just, and I finally laid it on the desk and he looked at it and he said ‘Take the weekend, Nichelle’, 'cause that’s how I know it was either Thursday or Friday, and he says 'and think about it. And if you feel the same way the beginning of next week, if you still feel that way, think about this. It’s more than you think it is. Just think about it, and if you still want to go on by Monday morning, then… go with my blessings.’ And he took the resignation, and he stuck it in his desk drawer. And I said 'Thanks Gene.’ and I skipped out of there, that went better than I thought. And as fate would have it, I’ve always used this word because I believe in fate, I believe it was fated, I was to be a celebrity guest at some fundraising thing in Beverly Hills…And so I went to do this on that Saturday night, and I had just been taken to the deus and been sat down when the organizer came over and said, 'Miss Nichols, …listen, there’s someone here who said he is your biggest fan, …and he’s desperate to meet you… really want’s to meet you.’ And I said, 'Oh, thank you’… And I stand up and I turn and I’m thinking, 'It’s a Star Trek fan. He said a Star Trek fan. I’m looking for a young man who’s a Star Trek fan.’ I turn, and instead of a fan, there’s this face the world knows with this beautiful smile on it. And I remember thinking, 'Whoever that fan is, is gonna have to wait because Dr. King, Dr. Martin Luther King, my leader, is walking toward me, at not ten feet away, with a beautiful smile on his face.’ And then, this man says, 'Yes, Miss Nichols, I am that fan, I am your best fan, your greatest fan. And my family are your greatest fans. As a matter of fact, this is the only show on television that my wife Coretta and I will allow our little children to watch, to stay up and watch because it’s on past their bedtime.’ And I said, {mouths words}, and that was all I was able to say, my mouth just opened and closed. He said, 'We admire you greatly, you know.’ And he said some more things and 'the manner in which you’ve created this role has dignity’ and so forth… I said, 'Dr. King, thank you so much.’ And then I got the courage to say, 'and I really am going to miss my co-stars.’ And he said, 'What do you mean?’ Dead serious. 'What are you talking about?’ I said, 'Well, I’ve had an off-’ …going to say 'have an offer to star in’. I never got that far… He said, 'You cannot. You cannot.’ And I felt like that little boy Willis, 'Whatcha talkin’ 'bout, Willis?’, but you know I didn’t say that, but I was taken aback. And I didn’t say anything, I just looked at him. He said, 'Don’t you understand what this man has achieved?’ …and I thought deja vu all over again. I just looked at him. He said, 'For the first time on television we will be seen as we should be seen, every day. As intelligent, quality, beautiful, people who can sing, dance, …but who can go into space, who can be lawyers, who can be teachers, who can be prof- who are in this day, and yet you don’t see it on television? Until now.’ And he went on, so many of the things, perhaps some of the things he said, but I could say nothing, I just stood there, realizing every word that he was saying was the truth. And he said, 'If you leave, Nichelle, Gene Roddenberry has opened a door for the world to see us, if you leave, that door can be closed because you see, your role is not a black role, and it’s not a female role. He can fill it with anything including an alien.’ And at that moment, the world tilted for me, and I knew then I didn’t want to know it, 'cause I was going to go through some more turmoil for the rest of the week, but I knew that I was something else, that the world was not the same. And that’s all I could think of as Dr. King, everything that he had said, 'the world sees us for the first time as we should be seen.’ And I remember being angry come Sunday or whatever, 'Why me? Why should I have to-?’ Whatever happened, Monday morning I went to Gene, and I’m not sure to this day if I knew what I was going to say. He’s sitting behind that same danged desk, and he had whoever he was talking to had to leave 'cause I wasn’t there first, and I said, 'Gene, …if you still want me to stay, I’ll stay. I have to.’ And he opened his drawer, and he looked up at me and said, 'God bless Dr. Martin Luther King, somebody knows where I’m coming from.’ And he took out my resignation, which was torn into a hundred pieces, and handed me the pile, and we just stood there looking at each other, and I finally said, 'Thank you, Gene.’ And he said, 'Thank you, Nichelle.’ and my life’s never been the same since, and I’ve never looked back, I’ve never regretted it because I understood the universe had somehow, that universal mind had somehow put me there. And we have choices, are we going to walk down this road, or are we going to walk down the other? And it was the right road for me.”

-Nichelle Nichols, Archive of American Television

anonymous asked:

wishing I was pushed against the wall by alex summers?

Originally posted by winterspoetryandbands

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“So now you are giving me the silent treatment? Real mature, Summers.” You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. You stared at Alex. His back was turned to you while he was looking down at the party that was happening below you. He had taken the tux jacket off and loosened some of his buttons from his shirt. His hands were gripping the railings, allowing you a less than generous view of his toned arms. You huffed, knowing that you weren’t going to get much out of him.

“When your’e ready to stop acting like a three year old, then come and talk to me.” You grabbed your dress, lifting it up slightly so you can see your heels. You walked down the stairs of the Xavier mansion, getting ready to go back down the the formal welcome party that Charles was throwing for the parents of the new students. It was to help raise money to get more and better things for the students (and partially so people can see that they shouldn’t be afraid of mutants). Once you reached the bottom, you let go of your dress, turning to give Alex one last glance. You looked up and saw him glaring down at your through your lashes. You shook your head, rolling your eyes and walking away from him. You spotted Hank, smiling at him. He gave a small wave to you.

“Still haven’t found Alex?” He asked, knowing that you left in the first place to go search for the stubborn man.

“No, I found him. He won’t talk to me though.” You grabbed a glass of champagne from a tray that was walking by.

“He’s probably jealous.” Hank stated, drinking his own glass. You rolled your eyes for the second time that night.

“Yeah right. He’s the one who hasn’t stopped talking to the trophy wives. He knows he’s flirting with them and I know he tries extra hard when I’m looking. It makes me so mad because I can’t lash out when he casually “talks” to girls but he can go out and throw a fit because one guy even looks at me the wrong way.”

“Y/N, I don’t think that he’s mad because you talked to that one guy. I think he’s mad because you haven’t really been paying that much attention to him lately. You’ve kind of been running off with Ben and Elliot and had to cancel more that a few times on him.” Hank informed. You turned to look at Hank.

“You’re kidding right?” You said louder than you should have. A few heads turned in your direction. You apologized to them, before looking back at Hank.

“I haven’t been running off with anyone. Elliot and Ben have complicated mutations and considering that mine is complicated they have come to me for advice. I help them train a few times a week and sometimes we just hang out and talk. Since when was it such an issue for girls to be friends with guys?”

Hank shrugged.
“I don’t know. But you know how Alex can get when he interprets things the wrong way.” He took a drink from his own glass of champagne.

“Why does it even matter to him? He’s been very obvious in reminding me that we are JUST friends.” You sighed.

“I think you should go talk to him. Regardless of the way he’s acting.”
“I’ll go talk to him but I’m pretty sure that he won’t talk to me.” You said goodbye to Hank before leaving to go upstairs towards Alex’s room.

You knocked on his door, switching your weight from heel to heel to relieve your feet from the slight pain that the heels caused. You heard footsteps on the other side of the door before seeing the door swing open. Alex was standing there, brushing his teeth. His shirt was halfway unbuttoned down, allowing you a nice view of his chest. You let your eyes linger on his chest before moving back up towards his face.

“What?” He asked, sounding annoyed that you interrupted him.

“Wow, he talks.” You replied sarcastically. Alex rolled his eyes, moving his arm to close the door before you stopped him.

“No! Alex please just talk to me.” You pleaded, resisting his attempt to close the door with both your hands. Alex looked at you, moving away from the door to allow you in. You walked in, looking around his room. He was neater than you imagined him to be. There was a small pile of books stacked on his bedside table. Before you got a chance to read them, Alex called out to you. You turned to look at him, realizing that he didn’t have a shirt on now. You widened your eyes, letting out a gasp. You felt your face heat up before you turned your attention away from him.

“What’s wrong princess? Can’t handle the heat?” You heard him tease. You refrained from snapping at him. You took a deep breath.
“Alex I just want to know why you have these sudden outbursts with me. We used to be so close and suddenly you give the silent treatment unless there is absolutely no way for you to avoid conversation with me. Then I stop bothering you for a while and hang out with other people and it just seems like I made things worse somehow. I don’t understand. What did I do?” You let out, turning to face him again. His eyebrows were furrowed, as he stood there deep in thought. He opened his mouth and closed it a few times, as if he was debating what to say or how to word what he was going to say. You waited there eagerly, waiting to see what he would come up with. He kept walking towards you, causing you to step back a few steps. His pace increased, until he was pushing you up against the wall next the door of his bedroom. Your breath hitched, eyes alternating from looking at his eyes to down at his lips. His tongue came out and glazed over his bottom lip. His breaths were quiet, calm. Compared to yours, his were a calm sea, and yours were the incoming storm. Every time that you inhaled, your chest barely grazed his. Your heart beat a little faster knowing about the energy blasts that he produced from his core.

“I get…jealous.” He said after a few breaths. “I get jealous that Elliot and Ben have all this time with you. They spend all this time training with you and I know I have mentioned that we’re friends in the past but that was really just for me. I don’t think that I would stand a chance so I tell myself that I am happy with being friends. But I’m not.” Alex mumbles. His voice was slightly raspy from how late it was. His hot minty breath fanned over your face. Your eyes fluttered closed at his next exhale. Your heart was racing. You have dreamed about being this close to him. About being so close to his lips. You parted your lips, the room getting hotter from the close distance. You opened your eyes again, staring up at Alex. His blue eyes were peering into your own. His hands slowly made their way down to grab your hips, pinning them gently to the wall. You craned your neck up to crash your lips against his, moving your own arms up to grab Alex’s hair. You felt him groan against your lips, bringing your hips from the wall to be held against his own. He pushed you back into the wall as he deepend the kiss. There was little to no space between the two of you, but you didn’t care. You were finally getting some answers from Alex’s distance, only these answers are way better than you possibly could have imagines.

A/N: its not my best writing and I’m sorry but I love you amores xox