i dare you to look like this at your friend

realizing you’re on the ace spectrum like

“I’d hit that.” “You… you don’t even know them though??”

“Oh come on, everyone has a list of celebrities they’d totally have sex with if they had a chance.” “Haha yeah ok” *internally* what

"Ya so like for the past few years I’ve felt zero attraction to people I wasn’t friends with first?? Lol what’s up with that”

Why did you have to have sex with them?? Couldn’t you just hold it?? Like pee??

“You’ll meet someone who makes you feel like that someday, don’t worry” “……sounds fake but ok”

“Sex is an important part of a relationship! Everyone has sexual needs!” “….sounds fake but ok”

“Dude that girl is so hot” “I know right?? Look at her fucking eyeliner. Goals. The fuck.” “No I meant like… look at that ass” “Are we looking at the same person are you really focussing on her ass look at how visually appealing her outfit is and dont you dare fuckin tell me that eyeliner isnt fierce as hell

“Aesthetic attraction and sexual attraction are two different things” *puzzle pieces vERY RAPIDLY FALLING INTO PLACE*

*staring at the ceiling at two-thirty in the morning* i could die a virgin and i would regret absolutely nothing

“What’s your ideal girl like?” “Uh… my best friend?” “Oh cute, you want your girlfriend to be the one who knows you best!” “No I meant I am literally only attracted to my best friend she is my ideal girl please help I am dying”

“We’ve been dating for six months and we still haven’t had sex!!” “Have you marathoned Star Wars together yet?” “Yeah we did that like two weeks ago” “Well what more do you want

*thinking about an attractive woman* *dissecting my entire personality and sexuality to figure out why I’m attracted to her this time* is it the muscles. Oh my god is this a sex thing. Oh my god what the hell is this. Oh my god what the fuck is the wtf the fuck the fUCK

*Next day* Zarya could punch me in the face while eating me out and I’d let her but only because she’s a fictional character and therefore could literally never do that

*writing fanfic* ONLY CLOSE FRIENDS HAVE SEX BC ABSOLUTELY NOTHING ELSE MAKES SENSE TO ME

(why is that tho. maybe i should look into that *doesnt look into it*)

“What do you find most attractive in a girl?” “Gotta love those strong emotional bonds” “No I meant like what’s a turn-on for you?” “DID I McFUCKING STUTTER”

*staring at the ceiling at two-thirty in the morning again* sexual attraction should be added to the cryptid wikia

“Yeah sex sounds like a great stress reliever and a nice way to strengthen the bonds between you and your partner(s)” “Well there’s more to it than that…” *The Arctic Monkey’s Do I Wanna Know starts playing in my head* “Haha ok buddy”

"There’s more to being ace than just not being interested in having sex or not feeling sexual attraction. In fact there’s a whole spectrum. You may even feel sexual attraction sometimes but still be ace. You can also be gay and ace at the same time.” “…bro.” “Also it’s totally normal.” *sobbing* “…bro. Bro there are words for it there’s an entire list oh my god-”

“-finally.”

feel free to use one/two, all of the following prompts for your fanfics:

- “we need to talk. it’s important” “yes, oooookay. b-but not right now.” “what, why not?” “because we’re in the showers, we’re both naked, you’re cornering me, and people are staring”

- “X doesn’t like me. he doesn’t.” “what? are you listening to yourself?” “don’t be stupid. X is…well, great, and i’m just me.” “dude always smacks you in the ass before any match. he doesn’t do that to encourage you, believe me.”

- “i’m not kissing that!” “you owe me!” “but that thing is…green and. oh my, god, look at those eyes. they’re big. and they’re staring at me. i’m not gonna do this.” “but you have to! listen to me: fairy tales say that in order to break a curse you have to receive a kiss from your true love. kiss him!” “you’re crazy! is this a prank? i’ve never met this friend of yours! i’m not kissing that frog!” “he was talking about you when he transformed into a frog all of a sudden. fucking kiss him, please!”

- “hey, i know you like me because you’re always staring at me. you’re very cute. go out with me, please?…….why did he run away?” “aw, my friend’s super shy.”

- “hi, you don’t  know me, but look, my friend over there - yeah, that one - dared me to ask the most popular guy for a kiss. of course, you don’t have to, if you don’t want to. p-please, don’t punch me-” “sure.” “…” “cheek or lips?”

Drabble List

So I just finished posting the last of the previous volley of drabbles so I decided to come up with a new prompt list. It’s mostly a hodge-podge of stuff from my own brain or inspired by songs or different shows and stuff but there are some from other prompt lists so, if anyone wants me to give credit, drop me a message and I’ll be sure to do so.

  1. “If you had asked me to stay, I would’ve.”
  2. “You’re too good for this world.”
  3. “Could you be happy, here, with me?”
  4. “How long do we have?”
  5. “Do you think we’re bad people?”
  6. “How did we become this?”
  7. “I can hardly stand myself.”
  8. “Go to hell.”
  9. “I know it doesn’t seem like it, but I’m going to take care of you.”
  10. “There was a time before all of this.”
  11. “No one will ever believe us.”
  12. “Don’t come near me or I swear I’ll kill you.”
  13. “My hobby is making fun of you when you talk.”
  14. “I used to do a lot of things.”
  15. “It doesn’t matter. You’ve moved on and I have to be okay with that.”
  16. “Do you wish things had happened differently?”
  17. “Don’t you dare look him in the eye.”
  18. “I’ll be here as long as it takes.”
  19. “We were never meant to fight on our own.”
  20. “Something’s clearly wrong.”
  21. “There’s nothing I can do anymore.”
  22. “This is going to hurt.”
  23. “I don’t need to be the hero tonight.”
  24. “Am I ever going to see you again?”
  25. “We always have a choice.”
  26. “You’re holding back.”
  27. “I don’t want to feel like this tomorrow.”
  28. “Is that a threat?”
  29. “If you don’t like this world then change it.”
  30. “Are you kidding me? We’re not fine!”
  31. “You may be an idiot, but you’re my idiot.”
  32. “Keep your eyes on me.”
  33. “You can lie to yourself but don’t lie to me.”
  34. “I wish I couldn’t feel a damn thing.”
  35. “If you make one more stupid pun, I will literally stab you.”
  36. “I wasn’t going to mention it.”
  37. “I tried my best to not feel anything for you. Guess what? I failed.”
  38. “I’m here for you.”
  39. “What are you so happy about?”
  40. “That’s not what I meant and you know it!”
  41. “You’re putting words in my mouth!”
  42. “We have to stick together.”
  43. “We’ll get through this. I promise.”
  44. “Don’t leave me behind.”
  45. “What are you looking at?”
  46. “How did you find me?”
  47. “Who did this to you?”
  48. “I don’t want to be alone right now.”
  49. “I have to tell you something.”
  50. “I need more time.”
  51. “You deserve better than me.”
  52. “This isn’t fair!”
  53. “If you kill them, you’d better kill me too, because otherwise I’m going to kill you.”
  54. “Please don’t shut me out.”
  55. “You are my best friend in the whole world, okay?”
  56. “Don’t you dare die on me!”
  57. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
  58. “You’re out of your damn mind.”
  59. “No one can hurt me like you can.”
  60. “You are my sunshine.”
  61. “This is all my fault.”
  62. “Please, don’t cry.”
  63. “Maybe I can’t fix you but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to try.”
  64. “You should see this.”
  65. “You make me feel invincible.”
  66. “I’ll keep you safe.”
  67. “Don’t look at me like that.”
  68. “Let’s do something crazy.”
  69. “We are not going to steal someone’s dog.”
  70. “Do you trust me?”
  71. “You don’t get to pick and choose. You’re stuck with me.”
  72. “You know I’m gonna win, right?”
  73. “Don’t underestimate what a person can do to protect those they care about.”
  74. “I didn’t mean what I said.”
  75. “Do you ever follow directions?”
Pants on Fire (Jughead Jones x Reader) Prompt Request

Request: Hi! could u do #2 with Jughead?

2: “Please, put some pants on, you’re embarrassing me.”

Originally posted by mieczyslwstilinski

“Please, put some pants on, you’re embarrassing me.”  You mumbled at your best friend Archie, as your boyfriend Jughead laughed at you.  

“You and I both know he won’t do that,” Archie smirked as Jughead continued talking, “he likes the attention from the ladies too much.”

“Hey!” The red head slapped the dark haired boy over the head. “I do not.  These shorts are mandatory for my fitness class.”  You walked towards the gym aimlessly.

“Mandatory my ass.”  Your boyfriend gave you a look.

“Since when do you swear.  I thought you were against it.” Archie burst into a fit of laughter.

“Dude! Your girlfriend swears like a trucker.”

“Says the man in the spandex.” Archie’s jaw slacked.

“How dare you insult me.  I can’t be best friends with you anymore.” He fake mocked as he pouted.  Jughead watched, amused at your banter.

“You’re an ass.”

“That’s two already Jug,” Archie chuckled as you swore some more, “How did you not know that your girlfriend swore so much.”

“I don’t know.” He shrugged, “Guess I never-”

“Shit.” You interrupted as you walked into the garbage bin.

“I’m noticing it a lot more now.” He deadpanned.

“Boy does my best friend have a filthy mouth.” Archie smirked at you cunningly.

“Yes she does.” Jughead pulled you in for a sloppy kiss.

“Gross.”

The Girlfriend Tag

Originally posted by arophan

Imagine: You and Dan decide to give the fans what they want, and cute video of the internents favourite couple

A/N: I know this isn’t any thing about marvel but I couldn’t help myself, I’ve been watching all of Dan and hil’s videos and getting so many feelis. I just had to. Also I really should be doinf my German coursework, bit too late, Dan is more important

Warnings: Some swearing, implied smut but just fluff really

Word Count: 1955 (got a little carried away)


“Hello internet” Dan starts off with his iconic opener

“Today, I am joined by the wonderful Y/N, who you may also know as my girlfriend!” He exclaimed, giving out a laugh as your cue to jump into the camera view.

“Hey guys” You giggled, getting comfortable next to Dan

“Now you may be wondering what original video I have for you today, and let me tell you, it doesn’t get more original than this”

“We are doing the girlfriend tag!” You almost shouted, causing Dan to let out a rather loud groan.

“Jeez, lets tone it now my channel isn’t used to your happy attitude just yet” He joked, covering his ears

“Just because you literally only have the feeling of embarrassment, doesn’t mean I can’t be happy” You fire back, sending a smirk in his direction.

“Oh God, too much sass. I want Phil back” Your dork of a boyfriend joked

“Shut up, we kind of have a part of Phil with us now” You explained

“Really how so?” Dan played along

“Well, he did do the questions for us to answer”

“God knows what kind of weird stuff he has put in here; I don’t know if you guys have noticed but Phil is like obsessed with sharing our relationship with others. If he isn’t taking sneaky photos of us and tweeting them, then he is jumping into a room when we are together doing a live stream of us.”

As Dan continued to talk about his best friend, you couldn’t help but admire his perfect features. His big, wide smile that would light up a room. His unusually large dimple that you found so adorable. How he is constantly touching and checking if his hair looks okay, which of course it does. And his dark drowns eyes, that you could stare into for days.

“..Y/n?” You were abruptly ripped out of your thoughts by Dan waving a hand in front of your face

“Sorry” You blushed, red staining your cheeks as you realised Dan caught you staring at him and will most definitely keep this part in his video, because, well let’s face it, a bit of an arse.

“What were you so caught up about?”

“Just admiring the view” You jokingly sent back and big wink. Now it was Dan’s’ turn to blush, whist also letting out a laugh

“That was so cringe, I might just have to take it out of the video.” Dan spoke to the camera; he was definitely not taking that part out.

“Right so to start this video I’m going to put my hand into the hat and pull out a question. The questions are basically letting you guys know even more about our relationship and hopefully teaching us a bit more about each other” Dan explained.

“Ohhhh can I go first?” You excitedly asked. You couldn’t help it, there was something so fun about doing a video with your boyfriend.

“Of course”

You dove your hand into the hat, grabbing the first folded piece of paper you felt and pulled it out.

“Alright it says, ‘Where was our first kiss?’” For the second time you felt your cheeks heat up.

“I’m going to be so red this whole video, reckon you could like put a filter on me to make me look better?” You joked, however it wasn’t such a bad idea.

Dan laughed, before saying

“So do you want to answer or me?”

“You do it” You always loved hearing Dan talk about your relationship

“Alright, I remember it was our second date and we were just hanging in the living room eating pizza talking after just finishing up on the X-box. I was so nervous, just thinking about leaning in and possibly facing rejection and ruining it all. But then you made a joke out about anime and I knew I had to do it before someone else snatched you away” Dan smiled at the memory, you beaming right back at him.

“Then he just leant in and kissed me, obviously I didn’t turn down that face and now here we are two years later” You finished, butterflies erupting in your stomach at the fond memory.

“OK, next question” Dan stuck his hand in the hat rather ungracefully causing a few questions to topple out.

“Shit” he mumbled, throwing back three in the hat and reading out the remaining one on the floor.

“Finish this sentence ‘My girlfriend is a complete…..’” Dan stopped to think for a minute, you couldn’t help but anxiously wait for what he was going to say

“…..twat” He finally spoke. This caused you both to simultaneous burst out into a fit of laughter, clutching your stomach you couldn’t be surprised at what Dan said, it was so him. You knew Dan loved you with everything he had, it was very obvious. You guys didn’t have a mushy gushy relationship, it was more full of lots of jokes and banter, you guys were basically best friends,

“You are such and arse, why am I dating you?” You tried to sound upset, but the smile that you couldn’t wipe off your face gave it all away.

“You loveeeeee me really” He rather obnoxiously sung

“Actually Babe, I’m secretly in love with Phil and I only come round to your house on the chance that I will see my one true love” You lied, not helping but feel a bit weird by saying you like Phil, who was basically like a brother to you.

“That’s just mean, and a little gross” He complained

“Yeah I know; I have no clue why I said it” you giggled

“Right, my turn” You plunged your hand into the hat, pulling one out to read.

“‘Who wears the pants in the relationship?’ Ohh that’s hard” You thought.

“I know my answer” Dan said confidently

“Really? Alright let’s say our answers on three. One, two, three.”

This caused both of you to say ‘me’ at the same time.

“You’re kidding me right?” You said in disbelief to Dan

“What? Love, I’m always making the decisions”

“Babe, I literally always have to order for us at the cinema because you’re ‘too awkward to talk to new people’”

“Alright, alright I’ll give you that one, no need to share all my secrets on my channel”

Dan took out another piece of paper from the hat, causing yet again one to fall out.

“God, it’s clear to see who the clumsiest one of us is. And that’s hard because I could fall over standing still” You poked out at Dan.
“Leave me alone, you are so mean. So it says, ohhh this is interesting, ‘who is more jealous’?” Dan read.

“Ohhh, that is” You both took a minute to think about it, recalling moments when the other has been jealous. Most of these moments resulting in some seriously fun times together, and just by looking at Dan and the lazy smirk he wore you knew he was thinking about them. You kicked him in the shins, under the view of the camera causing him to jump a little, then answering.

“I feel like you get jealous more often, but it’s not as intense as when I get jealous.”
“Hmmm, yeah I reckon that’s fair to say.” You repeated, it wasn’t hard constantly having beautiful girls running up to your boyfriend, telling him how hot and sometimes the daring ones flirting with him. However, it had happened a few times when we were hanging around with Dan’s friends and one flirts with you, he gets mad.

“We only have a couple questions left” You sadly exclaimed, not wanting this video to be over.

“Let’s hope we haven’t saved the weirdest till last then!” Dan deadpanned

Grabbing one of the last pieces of paper you unfold it and read,

“‘what do I find really fun, that no one else really does?’” You laughed lightly at this weird question, thinking Dan would need a while on this one.

“You watch pimple popping videos” He answered straight away. You sat there with your mouth hanging open, a blush adorned on your cheeks,

“How did you know that? I always try to keep it on the down low” You exclaimed, shocked and slightly embarrassed that he knew

“Sweetheart, we’ve been going out for 2 years, we’ve been living together for 1, there is little that I don’t know about you”

“That’s kind of creepy and really cute at the same time. I knew I chose you for a reason” You hummed

“I’m not some Pokémon woman, don’t objectify me like that” He fired back

“Shut up and read the last question. Because as much as I love doing videos with you I need to cook us dinner, and get it done so it’s ready when Phil comes back from visiting his family.

“Aw look at you, you are literally the only reason we have survived this long. Anyway, here we go and I won’t knock out another question this time.” He took his time in dramatically picking out the question.

“Oh for god’s sake Phil, he’s such a child. It says ‘when did the two of you first sleep together?’”

A deep shade of red engulfs your face and you looked over at Dan with your mouth wide.

“What the hell, he did not just ask that?” You said shocked.

“Yeah you’re right, I’m joking. Lol” Dan admits, handing over the question for you to read aloud.

“It says, ‘Who/When fist said I love You?’ Now that is a cute question” You cooed, recalled that cherished memory that you held very close to your heart.

“Well, I don’t want to spill all the beans about our relationship just yet, so all that you guys will be knowing is that, Y/N said it first. Maybe we can do another gushy relationship story about that some other time. But for now that’s it.” Dan finished off the video and looked at you to continue.

“Thanks guys for watching hope you enjoyed it, and if you did please subscribe and request some more ideas of what we can do next. Byeeee” You finished

“That was so much fun” You turned to Dan, who was already lovingly gazing at you.

“You know I love you right?” He spoke

“Of course, and you know I love you too, so much” You replied inching your face closer to his.

“You know when you told me you loved me, when we were just lying in bed cuddling watching Breaking Bad, I think that that’s the happiest I’ve ever felt.” He confessed. As much as you loved the banter and jokes in this relationship, nothing felt better than Dan confessing his feelings to your, he really did complete you.

“I was so nervous that I had said it too soon, but I’m so glad one of us plucked up the courage to say it” You murmured, now lips a mere centimeter away from each other.

Dan quickly closed the gap between the two of you and soon had his hand on the back of your head pulling you closer. Automatically you brought your hands up to caress his cheeks and you two shared one of the most passionate kisses in your relationship.

Dan gently pushed you back onto the bed and slipped his hand down to your waist, when you suddenly remembered something.

“Dan the camera is still on!”

“Oh fuck yeah, thank God it isn’t a live stream” He jumped up to turn the camera off, leaving it on the side to edit later.

But he only had one thought on his mind now. You. Jumping back next to you on the bed you two finished off what you had started

Don’t Say Anything (part 11)

Summary: You finally decide to tell Bucky that you’ve been in love with him since the day you met but what happens when you walk in on him with a girl? And not just any girl; Natasha.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: lil bit of this, lil bit of that

A/N: I KNOW I KNOW IT’S BEEN SOOOOOOOO LONG BUT I’M BACK IN ACTION I HOPE THIS WAS WORTH THE WAIT MY BEAUTIFUL PIECES OF CHEESECAKE! Also I’ll edit this tomorrow :) I hope ya enjoy!

“Holy shit.” Pietro’s eyes are widened. “Holy shit.”

You hear the platinum blonde laugh a bit and you smack his arm. “It’s not funny.”

“I never said it was.” he giggled.

“Stop laughing!”

“I’m sorry my love it’s just-” he starts laughing again and you scowl. You charge at him, ready to hit him upside the head but he’s quick and grabs your hands, trapping them in his. “That’s very mean, honey.”

You struggle, trying to release your hands from his hold but it’s no use. “My situation is not funny, asshole.” you grunt.

Pietro laughs again, turning you around and hugging you tightly, your back to his front. You wriggle, trying to set yourself free but it doesn’t work. “If I had known all it took for you to admit your feelings was for Natasha to press on the matter, I would have been done so long ago.”

“Technically, I admitted my feelings for Bucky to Nat, not Bucky.” you correct but before Pietro could respond, the door opens revealing a smiling Bucky and Natasha.

Your body goes a bit limp in Pietro’s arms, seeing them smiling together. She probably told Bucky about your crush on him and they probably laughed and laughed. Who wouldn’t? It was stupid that for 5 years you were so hung up on Bucky thinking that you’d might actually have a chance with him when in reality, good looking guys like him don’t fall for their not-so-hot best friend.

Get a grip.

Bucky’s eyes lock on you and Pietro and his smile drops completely. You think he’s angry at you or that this is all so awkward. What do you say to someone who likes you when you don’t even like them back?

What you didn’t know was that he was getting a bit jealous, seeing Pietro with his arms around you. He wanted to walk over there and snatch you from him. Show Pietro that you where his girl and only his. Natasha catches on to Bucky’s aggravated demeanor and pulls him down to her level by his shoulder.

“Talk to her.” she whispered.

You look away as soon as she pulled him down towards her. You didn’t want to see the happy couple being all… happy.

Bucky nods and straightens up, clearing his throat in the process. He puts on his best ‘I’m-not-about-to-have-a-serious-panic-attack’ face and strides over to you all while mentally killing Pietro in about 100 different ways.

But when he stood in front of you, his mind completely went blank.

You didn’t even notice when Pietro let you go and went to stand by his sister and Steve. You glance at Bucky quickly before staring at your sock-covered feet, shifting from one foot to the other. Everyone in the room was staring at you like you were some zoo animal.

Bucky opened his mouth but then closed it soon after. Where was he supposed to start? What was he supposed to say? The brunette looks over his shoulder at Nat who gestured her hands at him. He nods and looks at you, tapping your shoulder like the two of you were in kindergarten to ask you for a crayon because he accidentally left his at home.

You look at him, waiting for him to speak first but instead of speaking, he quickly swoops down, capturing your lips in a sudden kiss. You almost melt into it. Almost.

But before you could pull away yourself, Natasha yanks the soldier away from you, frowning at him. “What are you doing?!”

Your lips tingle as you slap your hand against your mouth. “Nat I’m so sorry I-”

“I said talk to her not kiss her, you idiot!” she shouts.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I blanked!” he exclaimed, trying his best to dodge the punches Natasha was giving him.

Once she was done, she points over to you. “Talk to her.”

Bucky nods and turns back to you, taking a step closer to get away from Nat. He breathes in. “I-”

But you cut him off with a slap to the face, shocking Steve, Nat, Wanda, Bucky and Pietro. He holds his cheek and gives you a confused look. You fold your arms across your chest as your eyes swell with tears. “How dare you kiss me, James Barnes.” you snap. “You can’t just do that! You have a girlfriend for fucks sake! Who just so happens to be standing right over there and I am most definitely not one of those girls who hook up with their best friends boyfriend behind her back! I will not hurt my best friend like that! She means more to me than anything and I-” you choke on your tears, turning to Natasha. “I’m so sorry Nat. I never meant for all of this to happen. I tried to hard to keep my feelings out of the way but you just kept pushing the subject and I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I didn’t mean for you to find out that way. Actually, I was hoping you never found out at all and that my feelings would just go away but my dumbass got overwhelmed and told you that it was Bucky who I have been madly in love with for five years.”

You shake your head, wiping away your tears as you make eye contact with a very surprised Bucky. “Yeah, you were the guy I had a crush on. The guy who had a girlfriend and only saw me as a friend. Don’t act so surprised, Barnes. I’m sure Nat told you when you two went to talk.”

Bucky stayed quiet. Actually, everyone stood quiet and that frustrated the hell out of you. “So there, everything’s out in the open. I’ve liked you for five years,” you point to Bucky. “I’m sorry that I like your boyfriend,” you point to Natasha then clap your hands together. “And that’s about it. Over and done with. Don’t worry I’ll get over you soon, just.. please stay away from me.” you pause and sniffle, wiping away those stupid tears that keep coming back. “Okay, conversation over. I’m gonna go and read a book or something - maybe sleep. I dunno yet.”

You move towards the door, wanting to go to Wanda’s room or even Tony’s room - anything to get away from Bucky but before you could leave, he grabs your hand and pulls you back.

“You didn’t even hear what I have to say.” he spoke softly.

You scoff and yank your hand away from him. “I don’t need to hear your rejection speech, Bucky. I know you want to be with Natasha I mean, what was I thinking? I was only your best friend. Nothing more.”

You step around Bucky but again, he pulls you back, pressing his lips to yours in another kiss and this time you’re the one who pulls away. Frowning and damn near ready to explode, you repeatedly hit his chest. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”

Bucky catches your hands in his, causing you to stop hitting him. You look at him and he smiles. He fucking smiles. “I love you.”

And there goes the little self control you had left. You kick Bucky’s leg and he lets go of your hands to tend to the spot you just kicked. While doing this, you start hitting his shoulder. “You can’t say that! Honestly, what’s wrong with you! You’re dating Natasha, my best friend if you’ve forgotten and I am not going to hurt her! You can take your shitty ‘I love you’ and shove it right up your a-”

“Y/N!” Natasha exclaimed, catching your attention. You notice she’s sporting a smile and you give her a confused look. Why is she smiling? Her boyfriend just kissed her best friend! “Let him talk, will ya?”

You knit your eyebrows together. “But he-”

“We’re not dating.” she says. “We never really were.”

You look at Bucky then at Natasha then back at Bucky, waiting for him to confirm or deny what she just said but he just stands there, mouth opening and closing. Natasha rolls her eyes.

“Long story short, he was using me because of the attention and I was using him because of the attention.” you’re still confused and Nat sees this which causes her to continue. “I missed Bruce and I filled that emptiness with Bucky and he wanted to be with you but he didn’t think you felt that way about him so he filled that emptiness with me. We were just using each other. We were a distraction for each other. I never really liked him and he never really liked me. We were lying to ourselves. Bucky likes you, Y/N.”

“Oh..” you nod, eyes wandering to the floor while everyone waited for another reaction. You kept nodding your head as you processed everything Natasha told you. Bucky and Nat don’t like each other. He likes you. He likes you. Holy shit, he likes you! Is this real life? Should you pinch yourself? You glance around the room and subtly pinch yourself. Ouch. Definitely real life. Your eyes travel up to lock with Bucky’s and you gasp. “Oh!” you immediately wrap your arms around his neck. “I’m so sorry for hitting and kicking and slapping you, Buck! Oh my god, I’m so so so sorry.” you pull away enough to cradle his face in your hands. The brunette laughs and takes your hands in his.

“It’s okay, baby doll.” he says before placing a tender kiss on the back of your hand.

You look over at Natasha before making your way over to her. “Are you still my best friend?”

She cocks her head to the side. “Are you still mine?”

You smile. “Of course.”

Nat’s lips spread into a grin. “Same here.”

You hug the red head, squeezing her tightly while she laughed. When you pulled away, she looked over at Bucky. “See Bucky, I told you. Sisters before misters.”

The super soldier playfully rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, whatever, can I have her back now?”

The red head smirked. “For now.”

You laugh at the two as you walk back over to Bucky.

“I love you too, by the way.” your words make Bucky chuckle as his cheeks tint pink.

“So are we good?” he asked, lacing his fingers with yours.

You nod. “We’re good.”

The two of you hug each other and while doing so, Pietro comes next to you. “What did I tell you, my love?”

Even with your face buried in Bucky’s chest, you can still see the stupid smirk that’s plastered on the speedy sokovian’s face. In response to Pietro’ s words, Bucky takes a step away from him, bringing you with him. You smirk against his clothed chest and look up at him.

“Why’d you move?”

“Huh? Oh I just… wanted to stretch out my legs a bit.” he shrugged.

Your smirk only grows as you fully pull away from Bucky’s hold. “Mhm.”

Bucky takes your hand in his, the two of you walking out of your room. “I did!”

“Mhhmmm.”

“Okay, okay,” he chuckled, draping his arm over your shoulders. “I may or may not get a little jealous when you’re around Pietro.”

“I knew it!” you laugh.

“I mean, he calls you ‘my love’ like hello, excuse me, she’s mine, back up blondie.” he spoke and you laugh even more.

“Yours, huh?”

Bucky looks at you and smiles. “Shut up.” you two unknowingly make it to the elevator and once the doors close, he kisses the top of your head. “Wanna go get a milkshake?”

You nod. “Hell yeah I do.”

After all, getting milkshakes was a Y/N and Bucky thing.


A/N: ONE MORE PART TO GO SUCKAASSSS. Tell me what ya think!

TAGS ARE CLOSED BC I CAN’T KEEP UP WITH THEM

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“Eyes Up Here”

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (College AU)

Summary: In which you can’t take your eyes off of Steve’s rather glorious abs.

This story was heavily inspired by “Counting One, Two Three” written by @brighterlights. Naturally, this one’s for Jade as she shares my fangirl feelings about Steve/Chris.

A/N: This is my first Steve story, and I thought it’s finally time to bring it out of queue-purgatory. Because I’ve gotten so used to writing for Bucky, switching over to Steve was a little bit of a challenge. However, I adore him so I’m going to try my best. Hope you enjoy! - j xx

“Sssh, guys it’s happening.”

Right when you look up, a tall figure stops running and pulls off his shirt, revealing a body Michelangelo’s David would have envied. The sunshine and sweat add a shiny gleam to the ridges of his pectoral and abdominal muscles, making him look like a fallen god from the skies of Olympus.

That is, if fallen gods wore tight gray running shirts and track pants.

“And there it is,” Wanda breaths, her already-large eyes widening. She and Nat start a slow clap, the latter adding in a couple of whistles.

“I can’t tell believe you dragged me out of bed at six in the morning on a Wednesday to watch someone take off his shirt,” you sigh as you tiredly rub your eyes. You look around - there’s no one at the track but three of you and the hottie with the abs.

“You can grumble all you want, (Y/N), but you have to admit this is hell of a view,” Nat grins. Her steely gaze turns pensive and she muses, “You think those abs are completely gym-manufactured or made through sports?”

“It’s got to be both. That,” Wanda moves her hand in the direction of the abs in question, “is too incredible and has to be a result of magic.”

“It’s too early for this,” you sigh. But Nat is right, those abs are rather glorious, and you can’t help blush as you watch the athlete’s chest rise and fall as he catches his breath.

Right then the half-naked person of their discussion squints their way, his hand shielding his eyes from the sun. While you’re too slow to react, Wanda immediately drops her eyes to the phone while Nat casually blows a bubble with her gum.

His eyes stop on you, and his lips turn up into cheekily smile. He first waves before sending you a two-finger salute. Something in your brain clicks as soon as he salutes, and you gasp, “Holy motherfu -”

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Don’t Like You Today

Jerome x Reader

Requested by @secretlyshamelesspersona


“So… Barb says you don’t like me today.” Jerome hummed as he hopped into a seat opposite you. “Oh, come on Doll don’t ignore me!”

“But I don’t like you!” You pouted and slipped your hands onto the table making him break out into a fit of laughter, which ended as he sucked in a big breath.

“Fine but you better not talk to anyone else.” He snapped. “I don’t like you either.”

“I don’t care, I hate you.” You turned your chair away from Jerome who watched you like a cat about to pounce and hopped across the table so he could sit in front of you.

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He loves you even when you don’t love yourself. He loves your chubby cheeks that you hate and spend so much unnecessary time trying to contour and slim. He didn’t care that you woke up with a blemish on your forehead, or that it added to the many more blemishes you disliked on your face. The size on your jeans didn’t matter, he loved the way they hugged your curves. The muffin top that poured over the waistband of your jeans was okay because it came from you two laughing and eating your favorite food at 3 in the morning. He’d rather you spend as much time with him then spend hours at the gym trying to flatten your stomach. He loved the way your eyes lit up when you walked through Sephora and saw all of the pretty makeup you loved to play with, but didn’t necessarily need. That tight black dress that you hate because it shows your thick thighs and back fat? He adores it because it shows off your top notch booty, he might even get in a grab here and there when you’re out with friends. It’s okay that you have a few fat rolls when you lay on your side, I know he’ll spoon you anyway and don’t you dare worry about those stretch marks, if you look a little closer he might have a fair few too. Don’t be afraid to have him pick you up or sit in his lap, I promise you’re not too heavy. If you don’t feel like wearing a bra, don’t wear one, your breasts don’t have to be constantly pushed up to look fuller and rounder. They’re perfect just the way they are and so are you.
—  For the girl who told me to remember the girls who aren’t ‘small’ <3
Bisexual (Riverdale Gang x Reader)

Request: Yes anon 

 hi, first off, i really liked your first fic on here. somehow I have gotten completly obsessed with this new show. could you write an image of squad x reader (completly beautiful platonic friendship) where the reader is sassy and swears a lot and is hanging with them and comes out as bi to them?

Word Count: 700 +

I’m sorry if this offends anyone that is bisexual.  I really don’t mean for it to, I’m just trying my best.

Originally posted by nessa007

Of course the first person you told about your bisexuality was Kevin.  While you loved your tight group of friends, you weren’t sure how they were going to react.

“You’ll have to tell them eventually (Y/n/n).  I can tell it’s bugging you.”

“I’m fine Kev.” You told him reassuringly, yet even you didn’t believe yourself.

“Oh I know honey.  You are fine as hell with that ass of yours, but you need to tell them, get that weight off your chest.” He smirked at your dropped jaw, as you slapped his arm.

“Asshole!” You giggled.

“I’m just saying that there is more opportunity to find the right one, that extra special someone when you let your friends know that you dig both guys and girls.” He smiled up at you. “Plus, how else would you find your perfect match without your buddies setting you up all the time.”

“I’d die alone probably.” You state.

“How dare you doubt yourself.” He waved his hand in front of your face. “The wonder bunch is coming at you at 12 O’Clock.”

“Shit.”

You watched as the four of them approached, Betty waving gleefully at you.  When they reached you Kevin stood up abruptly.

“I have to go (Y/n/n), but I’ll see you later.  Remember what we talked about.” He winked.

“Already wiping it from my memory.” You retorted. “Bye Kev.”

“What was that about?” Archie asked as he sat down, followed by Jughead, Betty, and Veronica.

“Oh you know.  Just Kevin being Kevin.”

Your friends immersed in conversation as you all sipped at your milkshakes.  Jughead watched you carefully, putting down his burger, and observing the fact that you had barely touched your milkshake.

Kevin’s words rang through your head. ‘What if they don’t accept me.’ ‘Surely to god they would.’

What the hell is the matter with you?” Jughead suddenly blurted, ceasing all conversation in the group.

“It’s nothing.” You waved him off as he raised a brow at you.

“It’s not nothing (L/n).”  Jughead always used your last name when he was serious about something.  Well, even more serious than usual.

“Kevin told me I should tell you.” Archie had a worried look on his face.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“Oh yeah, I’m just peachy.” You sassed him. “Just trying to find the best way to tell my best friends in the entire world that I’m bisexual.”

Veronica laughed. “That’s what you’ve been so worked up about?”

You looked down and realization dawned on Archie’s features.

“Don’t you dare think that for a minute (Y/n) (L/n).” He was reading you like a book.  “We will always, and I mean always, love you.” He paused for a brief moment. “No matter what.”

You smiled at his words.  “Thanks Archiekins.  I love you too.”

“Now (Y/n), you must tell.  Who do you have your pretty little eyes set on?” Veronica’s voice was teasing, and you could tell she was really happy for you.

“I don’t know.” You said truthfully.

“Well that won’t do.” Betty fluttered her hand in front of her face exaggerating the expression mildly.  You giggled slightly.

“Oh no.  Don’t get that look in your face.” You stared at Jughead as his smirk grew.

“Well if we’re talking about sexuality.” He paused and smiled, feeling comfortable for the first time in a while.  “I’m asexual.”  

You had known for a while that Jughead was asexual.

“Juggy I’m so proud of you.” You smiled wrapping your hand in his.

“Figured we were spilling secrets, and I couldn’t let my favourite lady reveal hers without me revealing mine.”

“Picking favourites Jug?  I thought I was your favourite.”  Betty mocked hurt.

“I love you guys.” You said.

“To feeling safe.” Archie said easing up his milkshake. “And to believing in yourself.”

“To feeling safe, and believing in yourself.” The five of you repeated together.

And truly, you had never felt more safe, and accepted in your life. 

Call Boy Winwin (Winwin x Reader)

AYYY WAZZZ UPPPPPP MY BABESSS!!!! I’m back and ready to make y’all bust A NUT! People said it wasn’t possible, Winwin, an angel, a precious baby, could never be a call boy. Well…listen up children: yOU CAN DO ANYTHING U SET UR MIND TO SO HERE WE ARE! I’m super proud of this one and happy how it turned out, so please ENJOY!!!

P.S. Winwin’s ears and lips were literally sculpted by god fite me in the quad

Originally posted by fairyprincewinwin

The popular cozy cafe was ridden with customers, leaving you squeezed in a corner on a fluffy cushion with your cup of tea in hand and balancing a book on your knee. Luckily you sat directly next to a big window, allowing you a view of the whole street, where fashionable young couples and groups of friends were strutting about hand in hand, arms looped together like destiny knots.


You sipped your chamomile, feeling unsatisfsfied with the bitterness of the drink. You had a sweet tooth like no other, preferring your herby drinks to be drowned in sugar. Tucking your book under your arm, you made your way over to a neat little table that held cream and sugar, decorated with sweet smelling flowers and vintage knick knacks.

You made a move for the sugar when a much larger hand knocked into your own, causing you to jump and apologize, spilling some of the tea down your hand with a yelp. You winced at the pain and finally looked up at the other person, “I’m so sorry! Please excuse-,” you quickly recognized that familiar gorgeous face and plump lips, “Winwin!”

He had on a concerned look, seeing the way your hand had turned an angry red, all splotchy and painful looking, “_______! Is your hand okay?”

“Oh,” you looked down at it with a blush, not believing your luck. You turned back to him with a sheepish smile, “It’s fine, I guess.”

He gave you a look, taking your book and cup from your hands and leading you over to the table where he was sat at, his things sprawled over the surface. He grasped your hand gently, lifting it up in the dim natural light to see what the damage was, “I’ll go ask for some ice. You should go to the bathroom and run your hand under some cold water while I’m doing that, okay?”

You flushed with embarrassment, as you mumbled your reply through red cheeks, “O-okay.”

You scurried off to the bathroom as the skinny dark haired boy walked over to one of the servers and asked if they could spare a bag of ice. You entered the restroom and turned on the brass faucet all the way to the coldest setting, gingerly sticking your hand under the freezing stream to relieve the pain. You stayed that way for a few minutes before you felt like you’d had enough of women walking in and giving you strange looks, returning from the bathroom to find Winwin had grabbed another chair and pulled it beside his, a respectable distance away.

You sat down, greeting him with another smile, “I got a bit tired of people giving me weird looks in the bathroom.”

He let out a small chuckle, an adorable little sound that seemed to match so well with his deep accented voice, “That’s okay, they managed to give me ice.” He reached for your hand again, looking up at you for permission with pink ears before you placed your hand in his, “Here, this should help a bit.” He pressed a plastic bag of ice wrapped in brown napkins to your hand, the cooling effect alleviating some of the pain.

“It’s not that bad,” you joked, covering your grin with your free hand. “I’ve burned myself worse on my curling wand, this is nothing.”

He laughed again, making your heart sing along to the sound, an addicting lilt you’re sure you could here for the rest of your life. You dared to look over at him, through a curtain of hair, “So…what’s my best friend doing at my favorite cafe?” You poked at his arm, “Last time we were here, I distinctly remember you saying something like, ‘This place is too crowded, I don’t like it.’”

As you mocked his voice, Winwin pouted, turning his gaze toward the window so you couldn’t see his blush, “W-well I just thought I would give it another try. Besides,” he countered, “they have the best coffee.”

“Fair enough,” you smiled, glancing down to where he softly cupped your hand in his. “It’s been awhile since we hung out, Winwin. I miss you, I’m a lonely hermit without you.” You tried to sound like you were joking, but truly, you missed him like a starfish missed the salty water of the sea.

He didn’t reply for a moment, hesitating, “I-I’ve been busy with work.” He lifted the ice pack, inspected your hand before replacing it, “I didn’t expect that I would barely get any free time,” he met your gaze, sincere, “I missed you too though.”

You blushed, trying to find something to say back, searching, “So how has your job been? Do you like it? What was it again…? A bellhop?”

Winwin nodded eagerly, “Yep. And you know it’s really interesting because I get to see so many fancy people, it’s crazy.”

“I’ll have to visit you sometime,” you smiled, rolling your eyes. “When I finally get paid that is.”

“Oh, yeah,” he seemed to remember something, looking interested. “How’s working at that bookstore going?”

“It’s nice,” you bit your lip. “But the old couple who run it always seem to forget to give me my paycheck…or actually write it at all.”

Winwin furrowed his brow, “Why don’t you say something, dummy?”

“Because I can’t seem to bring myself to do it,” you dramatically sighed, resting your chin in the palm of your hand. “They’re just so old, but really sweet. And sometimes I think they can’t understand a word I say at all.”

Winwin laughed, finally taking the ice pack off, looking satisfied at how much better your hand looked, “Well that stinks. At least your hand is better.”

“You should kiss it better,” you teased, half-joking, secretly half-serious. “Then I’ll feel completely healed,” you recovered by laughing obnoxiously loud. Nice one, you moron.

“O-oh, okay, I mean sure.” The dark haired boy stuttered, lifting your hand fluidly and gently pressing his plush lips to the back of your hand. He let them rest there for a second too long to seem more than friendly, allowing his lips the secret pleasure of just feeling you skin.

He blushed and pulled away, face completely red, “There, happy?”

“Y-yeah,” you mumbled, heart racing as you retracted your hand and pressed the back of it with your fingertips. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he took a shaky breath and checked the time on his phone, nearly smacking himself as his dark eyes widened, “Shoot, I’m going to be late.”

“To what?,” you asked, curiosity bubbling up inside of you as you watched him gather his laptop and books, hands a flurry.

“To work,” he exasperated, slinging his bag on his shoulder. He murmured to himself, passing a hand through his hair, “They’re going to be so mad.”

“Get going then,” you smiled gently, tucking his phone into the back pocket of his pants. “And don’t forget to text me when you’re off so we can hang out again, okay?”

He managed a smile, his petal pink lips quirking, “Yes ma'am. See you later.”

“Bye,” you waved as he quickly walked away, weaving in and out of customers with his slim dancer body until he reached the door. You’d already turned away, so you didn’t see the way he looked back at you one more time, longingly, his eyes soft.

You looked down at your still pink hand, thinking of the way his lips had felt against it, a pang in your heart. Feeling like a love sick puppy, and an absolute loser, you pressed your lips to where his had been, pulling away only to wrap your arms around yourself sadly. How pathetic were you, to be the girl who falls in love with her best friend? But falling for Winwin was inevitable, you knew you felt something for him the day a mutual friend introduced you to one another.

You shook yourself, mad that you were so upset over something like this. But you couldn’t help it, you couldn’t deny your heart, that was foolish. So you packed your things up, needing council and comfort, you went to the one person who’s advice you held above all other’s.

~

You arrived at the chic apartment building, shiny and new, full of hip young people and newlyweds. You felt jealous and out of place as you passed all the couples holding hands, fingers itching to mimic the gesture, but grasping at empty air. You were grouchy after the elevator ride when you finally reached the sleek dark brown door of a certain apartment. You pressed the doorbell impatiently, hearing from the other side of the door shuffling footsteps walking over.

The door opened up to reveal the gentle dark eyes and strong jaw of Taeyong, a smile on his lips, “_______! You actually showed up.”

You scoffed, punching him in the arm as he snickered while you walked in, “Save it Taeyong, I’ve had a day.”

“'A day’?,” he wondered sarcastically, “Are you on your period or…?”

You flopped on the couch facedown, your voice muffled, “Oh my god, shut up. This is why I don’t come over here often.” You groaned into the downy cushion, “You just pick on and bully me.” Sitting up and looking around you asked him, “Where’s the girlfriend?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he rolled his eyes, making you scoot over so he could sit down too. “She’s at a…lesson right now. So what’s up? You seemed kind of upset on the phone.”

“I’m not upset,” you said, worrying at your bottom lip. “It’s just…I feel like Winwin doesn’t want to hang out with me anymore, that I make things awkward and-”

“_______,” the older boy interjected, “To Sicheng, you’re his universe, he practically revolves around you. Do you know how many time I’ve had to sit through him being a primadonna and whining about how he misses you-”

“Wait, what?,” you blubbered, turning your body to look directly at him, eyes wide.

Taeyong looked at you like you had grown two heads, “Yeah, you two are literal morons. He’s had the fattest crush on you since the moment I introduced you to him at my birthday party.” He smirked at you, poking you teasingly, “And we all know that little Miss here has had the hots for our resident prince since day one too.”

You blushed, happy but embarrassed by the fact that everyone could see Winwin’s feelings far more plainly than you. You picked at a loose thread on your sweater, quiet, “What should I do then? He’s always busy with work, being a bellhop of whatever it was-”

“A bellhop?,” Taeyong questioned, furrowing his eyebrows. “Sicheng doesn’t work at a hotel at all.”

You were taken aback, “What do you mean? He told me just today that he had to leave for work and that he was a bellhop at some hotel.” You felt betrayed, “He didn’t lie to me…did he? Why would he?”

Taeyong sighed, unsure of how to approach the subject, knowing fully well Winwin should be the one to tell you. After all, if Winwin wanted to date you, you were going to have to live with what he truly did for a living. The older boy placed a warm hand comfortingly on your shoulder, “_______, don’t blame him for lying to you. He just doesn’t want to disappoint you or scare you.”

“What?,” you replied, eyes full of confusion. “Taeyong, I really don’t understand-”

“Sicheng is a call boy,” Taeyong blurted out, eyes hard and gauging your reaction. “He’s a male prostitute.”

You felt your stomach drop, not expecting an answer like that at all. Quiet and sweet Winwin a sex worker? You couldn’t even fathom it.

“How?,” you quivered, hands shaking as you digested this new piece of information about your best friend.

“It’s not my business to tell you,” Taeyong murmured. “That’s Sicheng’s part to tell, I’m not going to steal it from him. Better to hear it from the horse’s mouth anyway.”

You bit your lip, nodding, looking down as your phone buzzed and reading the name of the subject of your conversation. It was Winwin, telling you he had nothing going on tonight, no work.

No work.

You don’t know why, but your fingers moved on their own accord, typing out a message asking Winwin if he wanted to hang out at your apartment later. You might as well get it over with, you thought. Better to have him hate you now, rather than later.

Winwin’s reply was fast, excited with many emojis as he said that sounded good.

See you then.

~

Your palms itched as you paced around your small apartment, talking to no one in particular as you reassured yourself, and maybe your house plants.

“Listen, ______,” you eased yourself onto your futon. “Being a…call boy doesn’t change who he is to you. He’s still Sicheng, still Winwin.”

Your mind just kept taking raking through memories of times you’d spent with him, searching for queues and indicators of his true feelings for you. You also thought of what might have prompted him to make such a drastic occupational decision, he seemed too…innocent for such a job. But according to Taeyong, Winwin had been going strong for a few months now, since he started his second semester at the university you both attended.

Lost in your thoughts, you barely heard the mechanical ding of the doorbell, nearly jumping out of your skin as it rang through your tiny abode. You stood quickly, “Coming!”

Patting down the comfy and loose dress you’d decided to wear before striding cautiously over to your front door, you nibbled nervously on your lip. You reached for the door, gingerly turning the handle and opening it to reveal the sweet smile of your best friend, “________.”

Seeing him almost made you forget everything, a smile mirroring his, “Winwin.” You held out your arms and he rolled his eyes, swooping you into his.

He held onto you, comically rocking you back into your apartment, “Been a while since I’ve seen your place, but you’re still a plant hoarder. Killed any of these ones yet?”

You playfully shoved him, shutting the door and crossing your arms, “Hey, those ones died because I bought them from some cheap convenience store.”

“Sure, if that’s what you want to call it,” he teased, shrugging off his coat and still observing your humble abode. “It’s really cute,” he mentioned, hanging his jacket next to yours and softly striding in. “Everywhere I look it’s you.”

“What?,” you blurted, snapping back to attention after dazing off staring at his strong looking back.

He chuckled, “I said you’re everywhere. This apartment really has your style.”

“Oh and what’s that?,” you countered, joking around as you plopped on the couch. “Messy?”

“No,” he pouted, collapsing next to you and stretching an arm on the back of the sofa. “It’s cozy and cute, just like you.”

You hoped the dim lighting of your living room hid your blush as you stuttered your thanks, “O-oh, thank you. I tried.”

Winwin smiled gently, but his face shifted and became more concerned, “_______, I’ve been wondering, are you doing okay?”

You were startled by his question, confused, “O-of course! I’m perfectly fine!”

You answered too quickly for his liking and he narrowed his eyes, “I’m serious. You can tell me anything.”

Your heart lurched, causing you to frown and furrow your brow, “But you can’t tell me anything? Winwin, trust is a two way street.”

It was his turn to look confused, “What do you mean? Did I do something wrong?”

You sighed, grasping his hand and giving it a tight squeeze, “No, it’s just…” You couldn’t find it in your heart of hearts to tell him, so you lied, “I just worry about you sometimes, that’s all.”

You gave him the best reassuring smile you could muster and he gave you a crooked one, relaxing his shoulders and murmuring, “You don’t need to worry about me, _______. You’re the one burning yourself on chamomile.”

You laughed lightly, and then it grew quiet again, like both of you knew what had just happened wasn’t real, a safe lie. Trying to lessen the tension you wiggled your cell phone, “Wanna order take out…?”

“God, more than anything,” Winwin breathed, snatching your phone from your hand and looking up your favorite restaurant, not even asking what you wanted to order before he called the place. He knew you all too well, and he saw through your lie.

You flipped on the television, finding one of those channels that played the same movie over and over for a whole day. Finding one you both liked that had just been released on dvd, you went to your closet and grabbed all the blankets and pillows you could carry. Winwin had already dimmed the room, letting the soft glow of one lamp and a few candles illuminate his face, making you completely stop where you stood. His tan skin looked golden in the light, and you could see the brown flecks in his dark hair, eyes reflecting the yellow light of the lamps. He looked so at ease, like this was the first time he had relaxed in weeks, and the bags underneath his eyes were indicators of that.

You felt a lump in your throat, realizing how much you’ve missed him, and how you wanted to make this night special for him, a night for him to just relax. You walked over and playfully dumped the soft blankets and pillows all over him from behind the couch, making him jump and reach over for you. Winwin pulled you over the couch and into his arms, tickling you furiously as you screamed with laughter, “S-Stop, W-Winwin…!”

He pouted as he stopped his assault, “That’s what you get, you know I don’t like being scared.”

You giggled softly, letting your head fall back against the pile of blankets as Winwin cradled you in his arms. The boy let the moment fade into silence, still not letting go as he gazed at you with longing, watching as your eyes fluttered closed and your chest still heaved from laughing. He wanted to tell you so badly, to let you know how he felt, how he had always felt.

He even wanted to tell you what you already knew.

He could ruin this friendship by confessing, or, if by some miracle you felt the same way, he would still have to deal with the fact that his job wasn’t one that appealed to most. He can’t even imagine how you could feel alone in bed, wondering who he was going to be fucking that night, where, and when he would come home. You would probably worry if he really did love you, or if you were just simply a distraction for him from his job.

But you were so much more to him, you were his best friend, and he could never cause you that much pain. He already lied to you, and now, Winwin already knew that you knew. You were trying your best to hide it, but he could tell that you were still struggling to accept that that was his reality.

Seeing you look so beautiful and at peace made his heart hurt, he wanted you to know. Maybe you would be able to accept, and maybe you would be able to be with him. In that moment, Winwin realized if he didn’t tell you how he felt and what he did, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

Taking a deep shaky breath, Winwin’s perfect lips parted gently, “_______.”

“Hm,” you hummed, eyes still closed and your body still relaxed.

“Look at me,” he murmured, allowing you to sit up and move out of his lap. “Please.” Brow furrowing, you did as he asked, pulling one of the blankets into your lap for some semblance of comfort as your heart raced.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” he swallowed, eyes reaching yours for a split second before darting down to his hands. “I should have told you weeks ago, but I was so afraid. I was so scared of losing you that I lied, and only to you.”

Winwin looked up at you again, dark eyes hard with shame and fingers clenching, “I’m a call boy, _______. A male prostitute.”

You blinked, swallowing painfully as you realized that this was reality and everything Taeyong had told you had just been confirmed.

“I didn’t know.”

“You knew,” he murmured, eyes turning downcast, ashamed. “You just didn’t believe it.”

“What do you want me to say Winwin?,” you murmured, reaching out to cradle his head against your chest. “I realize now that you haven’t changed, you’re still Winwin to me, no matter what you do for a living or what lifestyle you choose to have. You’re still my Winwin, okay?”

You heard him give a shaky breath, sniffling once as he brought up a hand to wipe his eyes. You couldn’t stop what came pouring from your mouth next. If now was the time to confess all harbored secrets, you had to tell him yours too.

“And you already know something too, Winwin. You’ve probably known for so long and I must look like an idiot for never telling you-”

Your words were cut off as Winwin lifted his head and cupped your cheeks, placing his perfect mouth on yours without a sound. Your eyes were wide with shock, hands shaking as you gripped the blanket, could this really be happening…?

Your thoughts were confirmed when he began to move his lips against your, kissing you tentatively at first. You let your eyes close, senses heightened as your fingers released the blanket in your lap and found his thick hair. His kisses grew more confident, breathing in such a way through his nose that your heart thudded in your chest as you realized what you meant to him.

Winwin kissed you fiercely, gasping as he dragged your bottom lip with his teeth and drew you into his lap. You straddled him confidently, never wanting to be so close to someone before and feel all of them, every touch, smell, and taste. Your friend slowly pulled away, lips lingering on yours as one of your hands came up to feel how hard his heart was beating through his endearing pink sweater.

His breath ghosted across your lips, as he gave a tentative smile, “I didn’t know.”

“You knew,” you repeated his words from earlier, though they were filled with joy and mirrored his shy smile. “You just didn’t believe.”

“But I do now,” he murmured, already leaning in and pulling you impossibly closer.

“But you do now,” you whispered right before he swallowed you whole again, his hands already wandering to places you had only dreamed of him touching.

The wet sounds of your kisses made you moan quietly against his lips, never having kissed someone who was so good at it before. Winwin was a natural, and no wonder he found a talent for sex, because your panties were already beginning to dampen from under your loose dress. You couldn’t help the way your hips started to move against him, body naturally seeking a way to feel more, and to make him feel good as well.

He gasped from the sensation, prying your mouth open with his tongue and ravaging you with it. He tasted like caramel coffee and cream, so addicting that you rubbed your tongue against his in order to taste more. He pulled away and chuckled, hands on your hips and still allowing you to grind softly against him, “Taste good?”

You nodded, biting your lip shyly as you slowed your roll and mumbled, “Sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“Stick out your tongue,” he whispered gently, a smile on his plump lips and a thumb running soothingly on your hip.

You did as you were told, mouth open and tongue out as you wondered what he could possible be wanting to do to you, not that you were complaining. You were surprised and so incredibly turned on when his own tongue came out and swirled around yours, pulling it into his mouth and sucking on your wet muscle sensually. You could taste the caramel and the sweetness of the cream even better as your eyes fluttered close and you moaned loudly. Your hands found his sweater, grasping onto it tightly as your hips increased their pace again, loving the way his rough jeans rubbed your clit through your panties. Your dress had completely ridden up your hips, and Winwin’s hands couldn’t help grasping your thighs and squeezing them with a groan.

And just like that, Winwin pulled his mouth away, looking at you through his lust with serious dark eyes, “_______, we don’t have to, not today.”

You sobered up quickly, looking directly back at him with a clear mind, “I want to, Winwin. I want you.” You grabbed one of his hands and squeezed it gently, bringing it up to kiss his fingertips as you added, “Please.”

His lips parted and he smirked shyly, looking so cute and hot at the same time that you wanted to throw yourself off a building, “Okay, but I’m not going to fuck you, I’m tired of fucking.” He kissed your nose softly, resting his forehead against yours, “I’m going to make love to you, and you’re going to be my first and only.”

Your heart swelled as you kissed his cheek, pulling him into a hug as he stood up with your legs wrapped around his waist. You buried your face into his neck, realizing you wanted loving Winwin more than lustful Winwin. He carried you to your bedroom, letting just the glow of the moon and the city light his path as he laid you down carefully.

He crawled over your body, slipping your dress higher and higher until it was over your head and somewhere on the floor. He left a trail of kisses over your stomach, the deep hum of his voice soothing against the skin, “I never really enjoy it,” he said, reaching behind and undoing the clasp of your bra, “Fucking, I mean. It’s too…detached and unfeeling.”

He continued, your chest arching into him as he massaged your breasts, “You may feel everything that’s happening…the touches,” he leaned down and took one of your peaks into his mouth, releasing it with a pop. “The hands, the fingers,” he reached and tugged your panties down your thighs, fingertips dragging over your skin before grazing over your dripping core. “But that’s not really feeling, is it?”

You mewled as his thumb rubbed your clit generously, swallowing your moans with his mouth, “N-no.”

“Feeling are those touches,” he murmured against your lips. “But with someone you love.”

He stilled his hand, and you ceased your sounds of pleasure, watching as he looked down at you with eyes clouded with adoration. You smiled, brushing his hair from his forehead, “Are you saying you love me right now?”

Winwin blushed, hand retreating from your wet heat, “Y-yes.”

“Don’t,” you grabbed his hand, bringing it back to your lower lips and helping him insert a finger. “Show me.”

You tentatively reached down and began to rub him through his jeans, “And I’ll show you.”

It was a switch, from a shy boy with a crush, to a man who wanted nothing more than to worship your body and feel everything with you. He quickly rid himself of his sweater and you watched as goosebumps raised over his tan skin, fingertips arching across his chest. He shivered and pumped his fingers in and out of you at a steady pace, his cock aching to feel the slickness that his fingers felt.

No words passed between the two of you, touches and looks told everything as Winwin removed his pants, watching with a small smirk as you gazed at his member. He felt confident, wanting to ask just once, “Am I what you expected?”

You gulped, sitting up to push him onto his back, as you murmured in reply, “You’re what I want.”

Winwin groaned as you stroked his cock languidly, enjoying the sensation of his veins and the slickness of his precum. Feeling adventureous and eager to please, you let your lips wrap around the tip, letting go only to place a long kiss on it. The boy let his head roll back, a hand weaving gently into your hair, cursing as you took him in. Your head bobbed quickly, feeling his thighs tense beneath you as he whined, “______, I want to come with you, please stop…!”

You gave him one last long suck, releasing him with a pop and a trail of saliva on your lips. You moved over him, scared for a moment at what this all meant. You were sleeping with your best friend, a call boy, who are trained to make a woman think she’s their entire world, just so they can make a buck. Winwin saw the panic in your eyes and rolled you over, pressing your bodies together so you only felt him. His voice was hard, but his eyes were soft, “Stop. I know what you’re thinking and it’s not true.”

He leaned down and kissed you chastely, tucking your hair behind an ear, “I’m not here as Sicheng the call boy, _______. I’m here as Winwin, your Winwin, who was a stupid lovesick idiot the moment he laid eyes on you.”

“Do you really love me?,” you choked out, wiping away the tears that spilt softly down the sides of your face. The unconfident girl inside of you longed for him to scream yes, to reassure your thoughts and hopes.

Winwin cupped your cheek, forcing you to look directly into his gentle brown eyes, “______, you won’t ever know how much I love you. I can only dream about you seeing yourself the way I see you.”

He leaned down and sealed his words with a kiss, making you smile against his lips as happy tears escaped your eyes now. You shifted your hips, indicating that you were ready for him, and he responded in kind. Gently parting your legs, he positioned his member above your entrance, looking you in the eyes as he slid into you with almost no hindrance. It was like you had found the missing half of yourself for the first time, the feeling of him sheathed inside of you.

And perhaps you did find your other half in that moment.

Winwin let out a sigh of relief, gaze still trained on your face as he allowed you to adjust and make the first movement of your hips. You gasped, rolling yourself up to meet him, feeling the way he rubbed and slid past your walls over and over. It was intoxicating and beautiful to see the look of sheer love and adoration on his face, all for you to kiss and mirror.

Without a word, you silently passed the reigns of power over to him, allowing him to set the pace and take control. His movements were passionate and precise, making you feel as though you were moving with him as one, not two bodies. He bent down and buried his face into your neck, leaving kisses and whispering your name with hot breath, the mantra slipping past his lips without a break. A hand slipped down to stroke your sensitive bud, rubbing in the same rhythm as his hips, heightening your feeling of pleasure.

“Winwin,” you moaned softly, addicted to the sound of his skin slapping against yours and of his gasps as he sped up, close to his high.

His thrusts became more erratic, choppier and, for a split second, animalistic as he rutted into you and rubbed your clit to completion. The two of you cried out each other’s names, hips still frantic as you savored the feeling of euphoria at the same time as one another. Winwin rubbed you until your thighs shook from overstimulation, wanting nothing more than to see to it that you felt your fair share of pleasure. Your head rolled back and you squeezed your eyes shut, fisting the sheets as he slowly finished his assault on your sensitive bud.

He pulled out carefully, but not careful enough to catch the seed that spilled from your heat and onto the sheets. He smiled gingerly, but you just waved away his worries by pulling him down for a kiss, dragging him to lay beside you in the moonlit room.

You watched the reflection of yourself and the moon in the dark pupils of his eyes, and he in yours. True love was beheld by the two of you as you stared into each other’s reflections both ways. He pulled you close, body tucking against his in such a perfect way you could weep at the feeling. He smiled contently and kissed your forehead, tucking you beneath his chin and humming softly as his eyes slid close.

Drowsiness slowly pulled you down into her warm embrace, but the only touch you felt was Winwin’s. You waited until it seemed like he would fall asleep before kissing his lips tenderly and whispering, “I love you too.”

the bitter taste.

Originally posted by berezneva-tw

pairing: derek hale x reader

warnings: swearing, character death, angst. 

AN: i just needed to write something and cry, lol. just a small drabble-like piece which hasn’t been edited and might get deleted eventually. 

a bitter taste rose in your mouth as you turned your head away from jennifer and derek. the sight of her clutching onto him like her life depended on it and the smitten smile on your friends face was enough to make bile threaten to rise in your throat.

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You’re Mine || one

Meeting the guy, that made my life a living hell after years of running away. Do I love him or do I hate him?

Originally posted by purelyjimin

Word Count: 1.7k

Genre: Mature/Angst

A/N: Taking a break from this fic, will start a new one. 

The way he used to look at me, was all gone when he started hanging out with guys that were older than him. Ignoring me because he was too ‘cool’ for me, breaking my heart and messing with it like I was a toy. Of course, I have heard stories about him, some horrible ones. Casual sex, treating women like toys and the worse one gangbangs. This was someone he had become, something he did every day and I couldn’t fathom at all. We used to be friends, me thinking that we were more than friends, was just a huge lie to make myself feel better about the situation. He used me, breaking my heart like a heartless person, he had become and I forgave him every time because I loved him. I used to cry and tell everything he had done to me to Lia, my best friend. There was always something to say about him or the girls that were stupid enough to fuck him, just like the old me. Lia normally would tell me to stop letting people hurt me and stand up for myself instead of forgiven them for their mistake. That must be easy for her, she has always been the girl that said what she wanted, not being afraid what people would think about her. 

As the time passed. I moved away from my childhood home into a bigger city or the capital living there for a year or two before moving back. Where all the pain of mine started, but I guess I got attached to the place, maybe that’s the reason why I’m back. Thinking that he would be long gone from this place, hoping that I didn’t run into him or see him again. I didn’t have anything to say to him, nothing at all. When I finally found my peace, something that will soon be ruined by the one and only Jeon Jungkook, the guy I have been running away from for years now because my heart couldn’t take it anymore watching him from afar. Watching him fuck up every single girl he met, just because he found it fun to mess around with me. Who does that? he does. 

“Missed me?” he whispered into my ear making me jump up a little by his sudden presence, as I stood outside of someone’s backyard at a party that I got forced to go on.  

“What do you want?” I turned around facing him, at first it was hard to remember if I knew who the voice belonged to, but the fact that he asked if I had missed him made everything much easier for me. He looked different but I guess time changes someone’s looks, he was much taller than last time I saw him. Honestly, he looked great, black shirt and pants in an outfit he didn’t put much effort in. 

“Looks like someone have become stubborn, what happened to the girl who did everything I told her? I wonder if she’s still around,” he smirked while looking around for ‘her’ ending it with a grin showing his teeth, that every girl died of seeing. “Want to go inside and get a drink, so we can catch up on things?“ 

"So sad that she’s gone and would probably never come back as well,” I said with a harsh tone. “No thanks, I don’t drink," 

He was surprised to get to see the true me or the changed me, but let out a laughter making me frown my eyebrow. "Why are you at a party, if you’re not planning on drinking anything or have fun?” he asked with a cocked eyebrow. “Wait~ did you come here because of a guy? Then where is he," 

The way he said it and acted showed me that he was obvious teasing me, thinking that I couldn’t get laid. That was just rude of him, I can easily get laid but I’m not like him. I don’t do one stands, I have to be drunk first at least to do it. Does he think that I’m the shy girl that he fucked up multiple times, that was too afraid to say anything about it? How fucking nice of him to think. 

"Bye~,” I said with no emotional and brushed past him earning a call from him but instead of turning around and wait for him, I slightly turning my head back flashing him a smile. 

A couple of hours later, I was still avoiding him. Once in awhile, he would try to get my attention by going up with a random girl closer towards me, hoping that I would get jealous by it. Lia was nowhere to be seen, I guess she’s the one getting laid tonight after all I’m her wingwoman. My eyes were wandering around the party when I spotted something that caught my attention or in fact, I caught someone staring at me. He somehow looked familiar but I couldn’t put the words together, there was just something familiar with him or was that just me being paranoid. I was about to stand up and walk over to the guy but got pushed back down onto the chair, looking up seeing his face. He was slowly shaking his head, as he was doing that he was making sure that I wouldn’t stand up again by holding onto my shoulder. 

“Why do you want to go talk to him and not me? Fun, now you’re looking at my friends. I don’t understand why you’re giving me a cold shoulder, and don’t you dare tell me that I have to think harder. You disappeared for three years, I tried to ask your-” I cut him off. 

“How dare you ask my parents, great it’s just great. Don’t you understand that I hate you, you fucking used me like I was a toy! Just go and fuck someone else because I don’t want anything from you” This was just great, he’s acting all innocent when he’s the reason for the pain I have been feeling for years. I harshly pushed him to the side rushing out of the house, hot tears were already trailing down my cheek. Regretting that I didn’t get drunk, knowing that I would just regret it tomorrow anyway but it would have felt great if I got drunk. Why did I have to be like this? because this is who I am.

The whole way home was me trying to get myself to stop crying, but it seemed useless. I didn’t want it to stop, my body needed to let it all out before getting home. No one needed to know that I met him again, not even Lia needed to know. I came to a dark alley not paying much attention to the dark, slightly sobbing could be heard making the night seem endless not knowing when it would stop. I almost died of shock when suddenly someone pushed me into the stone wall, making my teeth grit together of the pain. My head was still hanging low not really caring if I got raped by a guy on the street because I’m already in so much pain. Maybe it would be a nice fuck with a good looking guy, something I would probably regret like I regret getting to know Jeon Jungkook, regretting that I let him fuck me up. 

“I thought you loved me, baby girl. Why have you become so cold hearted all of a sudden?” he started to kiss my neck leaving wet kisses, holding onto my waist tightly. I wanted to push him away, but my body wasn’t collaborating with my brain. “This isn’t the Y/N, I used to know" 

"Then you surely don’t know me well” I finally pushed him off me, it all sounded harsh but it was true. He doesn’t know me that well, he doesn’t care about me anymore. He ditched me because he was too ‘cool’ for me, leaving me to become a monster and now he’s thinking that I came back for him. Used me for his pleasure whenever he needed it, I won’t let that happen again. How stupid can someone be? He’s stupid enough to think, that I’m crawling back to him. “I have changed something you haven’t" 

When I was about to go away, he harshly pushed me back on the wall making me hiss. He has become even stronger over the years, his face showed that he was irritated and angry. "You truly have learned how to make someone angry, but it suits you” with that he pressed his lips onto mine, my eyes grow bigger while his eyes were closed. 

My hands were on his chest struggling to push him away from the kiss, I have to admit this was something I had missed but I had to remember all the things he had done to me. Making me feel like trash, forcing me to watch him fuck another girl because I didn’t obey him. Making me fall in love with him over and over again, so many times it started to hurt. This was a life I left behind but it looks like I’m going to get it back. The life I hated to live, always wanting things to change but it wouldn’t change. Why was he doing this to me? No one knows because this is his life, he’s used to doing this to girls, but why with me, though? 

He soon moved down to my neck sucking on it slightly earning some moans escape my lips, but I regret letting them out, covering my mouth with one hand so I wouldn’t make him satisfied. He was trying hard to make me feel miserable under his touch, he wanted me to beg for him. I didn’t want to beg for anything, I don’t even love him anymore. The hate for him was stronger than the love that I once felt for him. “I missed hearing them” he purred into my neck, his hand grabbed my hand that was covering my mouth holding onto it so I couldn’t use it. 

“I missed everything about you" 

anonymous asked:

“I like you. More than a friend. More than whatever the hell we are. I like you. A lot.” With Jughead pls

You and Jughead had been friends since the beginning of time. The two of you were always there for each other. There were no secrets–at least you thought. Jughead started acting a bit weird when he was around you (which was all the time since you guys cannot be separated). Nobody seemed to notice, but you did.

You and Jug were sitting in a booth at Pop’s. He was typing away and you were observing all of the facial expressions he made while he gazed at his computer screen. You took a sip of your beverage and decided now was a good time to address his recent behavior.

“Hey Jug?” you said quietly. He mumbled something incoherently. “Jug?” you said a little louder. He stopped and looked at you.

“What’s up?” he said. You inhaled, looked down at the table, and started.

“You’ve been acting a little…off lately.” you say. He tilted his head to the side a tad and narrowed his eyes.

“’Off’? What do you mean?” he asked in a concerned tone. “If anything, you’re acting off. Are you okay?” You kept your eyes on the mug in your hands and stayed silent. “Y/N. Look at me. You can tell me anything.” he said softly. You look up.

“No Jug, you can tell me anything. Please tell me what’s going on with you.” you snap. “You’re not acting like yourself. You’re being distant, you never take your eyes off your computer, you’re even starting more fights! What is going on?”

He stares at you for a moment, speechless by what you just said. He looks down, back at you, and then lets out a deep sigh.

“Oh where do I begin?” He mumbles loud enough for you to hear. “The truth is, I like you. More than a friend. More than whatever the hell we are. I like you. A lot.” he manages to cough up. You can tell he’s nervous. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t hav–” he stops and jumps a little when you suddenly touch his hand.

“Jug. Don’t you dare be sorry you told me this. I like you too. In the same way. So shut your mouth and stop apologizing.” he lets out a small chuckle.

“Sorry, I’ve just been meaning to get that off my chest for a while.” he smirks. “And I’m so glad you feel the same way.” You can’t help but to smile.

“Well what do you say we leave this place and go see a movie?” you offer.

“Only if you’re treating.” he replies with that look on his face. You rolled your eyes and got out of the booth.

“Fine. But only if you pay for this.” you negotiate.

“Deal.” He says.

He pays and you leave Pop’s and walk side-by-side to the movie theater. You grab his hand and he blushes. You contemplate kissing him and finally decide to kiss his cheek. He’s surprised to say the least, and becomes a stuttering mess. You both let out a small laugh and keep walking. You both can’t keep a smile off of your faces. Until he begins to speak again.

“So…are you mine yet?” he says, looking into your eyes.

“I guess I’d have to say yes.”

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-Lizzie

@shayara @emmcfrxst @babiijayla

Does She Have To Stay?

Summary: Could you do a one shot where the reader is Jace’s younger sister and she is like super flirty and outgoing, but when they all meet Clary she doesn’t like her at all?

Characters: Reader, Jace Wayland, Lightwood Duo, Clary Fairchild, Simon Lewis, Raphael and the Vamp Squad

Fandom: Shadowhunters

Word Count: 1004

Request: Anon

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Sirius being protective over you would include…

- Even though Sirius isn’t much of the jealous type, you’d soon notice that he’d get incredibly protecive over you at times

- He wouldn’t for example be bothered by some random guy getting a bit flirty around you (even though it wouldn’t be his favourite thing), but he actually quite knew that none of these guys could compete with him

- What made him snap however, were people looking at you in the wrong way

- He’d instantly be by your side, towering next to you and placing a hand on your waist, while practically killing the other person with his looks

- If they wouldn’t back away, he’d absolutely have no problem with ‘invading their personal space’ a bit

- He would step closer to them, lowly growling in their ear, demanding for them to leave you alone (which actually wasn’t ever met with some kind of resistence)

- “Listen, you piece of dirt. I do not give a damn about your desperate little life, but be sure that I will end it on the spot if you dare to keep looking at my little one like that.”

- Him not wanting you to go out alone in the dark, so he would make sure that either him, or one of your friends would be around whenever you were on a night out

- You always being told to be careful wherever you go

- Like, wherever you go, even if you just go shopping for groceries

- You at some point asking him what always got him so worried, just for him to confess that he simply doesn’t want anything to happen to you

- “Y/N I.. I know I might seem a bit overprotective at times, but sweetheart, I can’t even endure thinking about something happening to you”

Royalty Starters
  • "Watch where you're going, peasant!"
  • "Royal? Sure, you're a royal pain in the ass!"
  • "Don't you know who you're talking to?"
  • "Wow, it's uncanny. You really look exactly like the prince/princess."
  • "You're my new servant?"
  • "You know, I could use a new servant."
  • "How dare you touch me!"
  • "I don't think the people like me."
  • "I believe there have been attempts on my life. I'm hiring you to protect me."
  • "What do you mean you're not my real guardsman?"
  • "Peasant life must be so dull!"
  • "I'm sorry, miss priss. I was just trying to save your skin!"
  • "You want me to wear that? It's ghastly!"
  • "Have you ever even left the castle?"
  • "It's lonely being a leader, you know. You're my only real friend."
  • "Father wants me to marry a snobbish nobleman/noblewoman. I won't go through with it!"
  • "That was my favorite ball gown!"
  • "What do you mean you don't own silk clothing?"
  • "How do you people live like this!?"
prompt list

feel free to request away
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1. “Why are we at a strip club?”
2. “I’m sorry, you said what to your teacher?”
3. “Am I dead?”
4. “It’s always been you. You and only you.”
5. “If you loved me, you’d fight for it. If you loved me, you’d show it. If you loved me, you’d fight for me. Do you even know what love is?”
6. “Stay with me.”
7. “How about we put the gun down and talk about this?”
8. “I came here to kick ass and chew gum.. and I’m all out of gum.”
9. “Whatever it is I didn’t do it.”
10. “Don’t make me regret saving you.”
11. “Are you-are you flirting with me?”
12. “I’m proud of you. I’m proud of us.”
13. “I trusted you.”
14. “Am I supposed to be impressed?”
15. “Don’t tempt me.”
16. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
17. “Is that my shirt?”
18. “Would you quit moving around?” “It’s not my fault we’re tied up together!”
19. “Does your life revolve around embarrassing me?”
20. “I can’t do this anymore.”
21. “Do you smell burning?”
22. “Look at the sky.”
23. “I didn’t know you could do that.”
24. “I will not hesitate to murder you.”
25. “It’s simple really. Here let me show you.”
26. “I’m pretty sure that’s not how it works.”
27. “Hey have you seen my- Oh.”
28. “Go to hell.” “Already been but thanks for the invite.”
29. “Look at me.”
30. “Go away! I don’t ever want to see you again!”
31. “Don’t tell me how to calm down, you calm down!”
32. “Where did you get that?”
33. “Oh my gosh is that blood?”
34. “What are you doing here by yourself?”
35. “Here, take my hand. Everything is fine, just hold onto me and keep moving.”
36. “I don’t know who I am without you.”
37. “You don’t need to protect me.”
38. “Stop looking at me like that!”
39. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.”
40. “All I wanted was the truth.”
41. “I had a nightmare about you, and I wanted to make sure you were alright.”
42. “You make me feel like I’m not good enough.”
43. “I told you not to fall in love with me.”
44. “I forgive a lot, but I never forget what was said and done.”
45. “Again?”
46. “Please shut up. Just shut up.”
47. “I’m tired of being your secret.”
48. “You know, it’s okay to cry.”
49. “Go on, tell me. Tell me you don’t love me.”
50. “I just want to be alone right now.”
51. “Those things you said yesterday.. did you really mean them?”
52. “Just say it is okay. I just need to hear you say that.”
53. “I love you and I am terrified.”
54. “Promise me you’ll come back.. I need you to promise me.”
55. “That’s distracting.”
56. “I think I picked up your coffee by mistake.”
57. “Wait a second.. are you jealous?”
58. “This is by far the most stupid plan you’ve ever created. Of course I’m in.”
59. “You did this for me?”
60. “I’m afraid this conversation is going to end in goodbye.”
61. “Would you just hold still?”
62. “We’re running low on time here.”
63. “You’ve got something on your cheek.”
64. “I’m not bothering you, am I?”
65. “Really, right now?”
66. “Wait, you’re my soulmate?”
67. “I really wish you told me your mother was in town.”
68. “You’re wrong and I’ll prove it.”
69. “I can never say no to a picnic.”
70. “I could tell it was your favorite book from all the notes you wrote in the margins.”
71. “I never imagined myself in a wedding dress.”
72. “I’m yours, in every way possible.”
73. “We’re not just friends, and you know it.”
74. “Well. Yell, scream, say something, anything.”
75. “Where do you think you’re going?”
76. “Nobody thinks what I think.”
77. “Despite what you think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself.”
78. “Just please be my best friend right now, and not the person I confessed my love to.”
79. “I think you’re just afraid to be happy.”
80. “Make me.”
81. “Well if you insist.”
82. “We’ll get through this, I promise.”
83. “I can’t believe you don’t like Disney movies.”
84. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
85. “Sometimes I really dislike you.”
86. “You’re getting crumbs all over my bed.”
87. “It’s too early for this.”
88. “But then I’d have to put pants on..”
89. “If my parents knew what I was doing they’d kill me.”
90. “Are you trying to make me to hate you? Because it’s working.”
91. “Don’t open those till later!”
92. “For some reason I’m attracted to you.”
93. “To be honest I could care less.”
94. “Go on then, tell me. Tell me you don’t love me.”
95. “Hold my hand, we have to make this look convincing!”
96. “I’ll make it right for you.”
97. “When you smile I fall apart.”
98. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”
99. “I really don’t know why I’m crying.”
100. “I won’t let you fall.”
101. “I’m like 20% sure this plan work. There’s an 80% chance we could die horribly and violently, but this plan is solid, I swear.”
102. “I’m not happy here.”
103. “I’m so stupid to make the mistake of falling in love with my best friend.”
104. “I’m tired of being your secret.”
105. “Well if you’re up for the challenge.”
106. “I’ve moved on.”
107. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you don’t think I can see you.”
108. “If I die, I am coming back to haunt you.”
109. “If you don’t want to talk about it then say so. Don’t lie and pretend to be fine when you clearly aren’t.”
110. “If you walk out that door don’t you dare think about coming back.”
111. “Is that a challenge?”
112. “Is it supposed to look like that? Are you sure?”
113. “I made you cupcakes cause I knew you liked them.”
114. “Is there something you want to tell me?”
115. “I mean, it could be worse.”
116. “This wasn’t supposed to happen like this.”
117. “This was all a dream?”
118. “It’s not what it looks like.”
119. “It’s okay I’m here for you.”
120. “Wait, you did what again?”
121. “Just talk to me.”
122. “Just leave me alone!”
123. “Let him go! It’s me who you want!”
124. “My parents asked about you again.”
125. “Make a wish.”
126. “None of this makes sense.”
127. “None of that matters anymore.”
128. “Wait this is your handwriting? I thought this was hieroglyphics.”
129. “Not a day goes by that I don’t think of you.”
130. “Oh my god! You’re in love with her!”
131. “Please don’t give up on me.”
132. “Please listen to me.”
133. “Please don’t go.”
134. “Please.. I love you.”
135. “Please, take me instead!”
136. “Please don’t leave me.”
137. “Please don’t argue with me.”
138. “Promise me you’ll take care of her/him.”
139. “Promise me you’ll take better care of yourself.”
140. “Promise me you’ll stay.”
141. “Why are you taking so many photos?”
142. “I didn’t know you could play.”
143. “You can sing?”
144. “Teach me how to play?”
145. “Are you okay?” “Why do you ask?” “Because you’re wearing two different shoes.”
146. “Want to talk about it?”
147. “I just really miss talking with you.”
148. “Things don’t always turn out the way we want them to.”
149. “This isn’t just about you. It’s about what’s best for all of us.”
150. “You made me what?”
151. “Times up!”
152. “There’s something I need to tell you.”
153. “We could’ve had it all.”
154. “Are you sure you two aren’t married?”
155. “Well.. don’t keep me waiting.”
156. “Please look at me.”
157. “What have I ever done to you?”
158. “What are you doing here?”
159. “When are you going to realize I don’t care?”
160. “When you love someone, you just don’t stop. Ever. Even when people stop to roll their eyes or call you crazy.. even then. Especially then!”
161. “Where did that cat come from?”
162. “Where did you get this from?”
163. “Why are you up so early?”
164. “Why can’t they see they’re meant for each another?”
165. “Why did you choose me?”
166. “Why don’t you say it to my face?”
167. “Why couldn’t you come to me with your problems?”
168. “Would you stop for a second so I can say something to you for once!”
169. “You need to calm down.”
170. “I know you told me to stop thinking about you, but I can’t get you out of my mind.”
171. “You are nothing like them.”
172. “You were the greatest thing that ever happened to me.”
173. “I never believed in love till I met you.”
174. “I don’t need a Prince Charming saving me.”
175. “You can’t sit on the sidelines your entire life!”
176. “You deserve so much better.”
177. “You did all of this for me?”
178. “You take my love for granted.”
179. “You haven’t even touched your food.. what’s going on?”
180. “You know my name?”
181. “You need to wake up because I can’t do this on my own.”
182. “Stay the night. Please.”
183. “What did you say?”
184. “Why are you so annoying?”
185. “Don’t ask me that.”
186. “Don’t ever mention that again.”
187. “What’s with the box?”
188. “Say it!”
189. “Stop pinning this on me! You started it!”
190. “Did you do this on purpose?”
191. “Don’t give me that look! You started it!”
192. “It’s not fair!”
193. “I could kill you right now!”
194. “Don’t you dare give me that look!”
195. “Screw you!”
196. “Just shut up already.”
197. “You are so infuriating.
198. “Listen to me!”
199. “I dare you!”
200. “Please pretend to be my girlfriend/boyfriend.”
201. “You think I’m insensible enough to fall for that?”
202. “I’m not going to apologize. I can’t anymore.”
203. “Is this seat taken?”
204. “It’s midnight, what do you want?”
205. “You are strangely comfortable.”
206. “Imagine if it could always be this way, even in the city.”
207. “I don’t know how to feel any more.”
208. “At what point did you think that was a good idea?”
209. “Just marry me already.”
210. “Did I stutter?”
211. “Did I just say that out loud?”
212. “Did you hear that.”
213. “Don’t say you love me.”
214. “Don’t you ever do that again.”
215. “Everyone deserves a second chance.”
216. “I try so hard to forget you, but every single time it comes back to you.”
217. “H-How long have you been standing there?”
218. “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”
219. “I didn’t ask for any of this! But do you know what I put up with it all? Because I love you!”
220. “I just need you here with me right now.”
221. “I love you. I’ve loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you and- Oh screw it!”
222. “We can’t lose each other, we just can’t.”
223. “I’ve never felt this way before and I’m terrified to be honest.”
224. “I never meant for anyone to get hurt.”
225. “I waited and waited, but you never came back!”
226. “I’m sick of feeling useless!”
227. “Is that what you call an apology?”
228. “Is there anything you want to tell me?”
229. “Somebody’s in love!”
230. “It’s not what it looks like.”
231. “Just hold me.”
232. “You’re the best part of me.”
233. “I don’t want to think about what I’d be like without you.”
234. “Can I hold your hand?”
235. “Let’s go get lost somewhere.”
236. “I just don’t know how to look forward anymore.”

A Hard Day’s Night: Part 2

Chapter 1

Pairing: Dean/Castiel

Prompt:  Castiel, bothered by his friends because he never even kissed someone, decides he can’t handle the nagging anymore and does something he thought he’d never do.

Tags: student!cas, escort!dean, angst, bit of fluff

Words: 1934

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