i just feel the need to give him awards for breathing is that too much

Zach asking you to sleep over at his house - Part 2

A/N: Sorry on such a long wait for this imagine. I hope that it was worth it though. Enjoy my lovelies:)


The final bell rings, signalling the end of class and also the end of the school day. You start packing up your things with shaky hands, your nerves getting the best of you. It’s Friday today. Which means it’s the beginning of the weekend. This also means that you will be going to Zach’s house, staying there for the next couple of days.

You have been able to stay calm and collected the next few days after he had asked you to sleep over at his house for the weekend, but right now you can’t help but start to feel really antsy. 

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imagine CEO namjoon.

Originally posted by cuteguk

  • what’s there to say? we already know he’s a great leader.
  • heir to the country’s largest publishing/printing firm.
  • also the greenest publishing/printing company in the country, like top five in the world, all thanks to namjoon’s initiatives.
  • he takes the whole inheriting business thing very seriously, determined to deserve the company and to be the best boss ever.
  • graduates early from a prestiged business school abroad and shares the responsibilities at the company to give his ageing father a break.
  • he’s so !!!! invested !!! in the health and happiness of his employees !!!!
  • wins All The Awards, for his green initiatives, planting trees, and making jobs, and protecting the environment ect, but also for having the happiest employees in the country.
  • he’s always arranging conferences and seminars for his employees to educate and encourage health/happiness/safety/equal opportunity/respect/ect in the workplace.
  • he works so hard to make sure everyone even down to the lowest branches are insured and that there are daycares and mom’s get the paid leave they need and deserve and that everyone gets and equal and fair wage.
  • bless him.
  • unfortunately all this work on top of his official workload means he doesn’t have much time to look after himself.
  • but in his mind he’s suffering is worth the safety and health of so many others he doesn’t even mind tho he’s kinda sad.
  • so, you work in the HR department.
  • and the head of the department fucks off on maternity leave and by some miracle ???? you get a hasty promotion.
  • no, you’re not really the head of HR but your function is pretty much the same and you don’t mind because the pay is goOD.
  • part of your responsibilities as head is to keep namjoon briefed on the general mood and concern of the people in his branch, i.e the large building full of people he feels directly responsible for.
  • he even has a whole suggestion box system, so once a week you just have to go through the notes people leave you and present a list to namjoon with a few possible solutions etc.
  • piece of cake.
  • except he’s hot as all hell.
  • i mean, it’s not a problem, far from it, he’s just very distracting.
  • but your meetings with him are the highlight of your work week so you do a really good job or at least you try, and also wear something nice.
  • and you think he’s just kinda clumsy and awkward.
  • but actually he finds you really distracting as well.
  • and your meetings are A Mess for the first month or so, until you get into the swing of things and get your shit together.
  • and the complaints he gets are never a big deal because everyone is happy and has nothing to complain about like ???
  • his secretary complaining that him playing smooth jazz all day in his office is getting kinda annoying and please would he play some classical or maybe bossa nova for a change.
  • or that his wacky ties and other questionable fashion choices are giving them a headache.
  • or jeon jungkook complaining about someone’s coffee breath again.
  • an anonymous submission says jimin is apparently??? too??? cute???
  • jung hoseok won’t stop moonwalking to the photocopier while humming thriller and it’s not even october and michael jackson doesn’t even moonwalk to thriller ugh ???????
  • yoongi keeps falling asleep at his desk and forgetting to go home at the end of the day.
  • harmless stuff like that. 
  • (namjoon stays late so he starts driving yoongi home because that’s just the kind of Great boss he is.)
  • and most of the time you two spend these meeting gossiping about drama between the departments and rolling on the floor laughing.
  • and you’re so in awe that someone can be so wonderful and selfless, making use of his privilege to protect people less fortune than him.
  • and your meeting are usually after lunch, so you come back from lunch to find him buried in paperwork and you begin to wonder, who takes care of him?
  • you ask if he had lunch and he’s like lol of course not have you met me
  • and you suggest postponing the meeting because there’s nothing urgent going on and you can take care of “kim taehyung keeps sneaking his dog into the office” on your own.
  • but he’s like “nO!!! please, our meetings are the only break i get, they keep me sane, they’re kinda the highlight of my week.”
  • and you sputter like ????? “im,,,what??? me ?? too?”
  • from that day on he starts taking you out for lunch every week and that way your meetings get twice as long.
  • and eventually you have to ask him, since nothing is going on in the office, “what about you, namjoon? how are you doing?”
  • and he thinks for a moment and he’s like “you know what, i feel kinda shitty actually.”
  • so you let him vent all his sadness and weird existential thoughts and angst for a few weeks and eventually suggest maybe he takes responsibility for his own health and happiness and maybe a good step would be to see a therapist?
  • and he does because he values your opinion and honestly it’s the only selfish thing he’s done in years and it makes him feel 1000001x better to have his concerns and ideas affirmed and listened to by a professional. therapy is cool, kids.
  • and one day shy joonie hands you a little poem he wrote you on a post-it, describing all the little detail he’s observed about him that makes his heart race and his head go all slow and foggy.
  • because he really,,,,,,,,,,,,, really likes you, and hopes this isn’t weird or anything if you don’t feel the same way that’s cool but he’s felt this way for a while and you’re the best thing that’s happened to him since this company and he just thought you deserved to know and he’s sorry.
  • and you have to like glue yourself to that dining chair so you don’t climb that dang table and throw yourself at him because namjoon is the most wonderful man on earth you treasure him and you want to keep him safe and happy because he deserves as much kindness as he’s prepared to give and he has nothing to be sorry for and you love him.
  • and he loves you too.
  • anyway, nsfw under the cut.

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Grammys: Josh Dun imagine

Y/N: Sorry this one’s kinda short, I just did a little drabble (but it’s longer than a series chapter) let me know if you want a part two maybe and I’ll whip something up ok love you guys!!! And btw some of these requests I’ve been getting lately are super amazing I love em I love you xoxo

Anonymous said:
Hi! Can I request a josh dun x reader where they’re at the Grammys and Josh goes with her and he is very happy to show her girlfriend to the world? Please 😁

*female reader

Staring at yourself in the mirror, you examined your dress, your makeup, your hair, everything about you. You had to look perfect. There would be millions of people watching you, eyes fixed on you, giving you the title of the girlfriend belonging to the one and only Joshua William Dun of Twenty One Pilots. And completely honest, you were not ready at all. Josh was handsome and hot and talented and famous and you were, well, you. Your smile faded away as you looked at yourself in the mirror, trying to take a deep breath and search for that lost self-confidence, closing your eyes and beginning to tell yourself you looked just fine when you felt two arms wrap around you, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your neck before resting on your shoulder and whispering in your ear. “You look absolutely gorgeous, y/n,” Josh murmured quietly before placing a quick kiss on your cheek. “Damn I don’t think I’m going to let you leave the house looking like that.”

“Whatever,” you giggled, turning around and looking up at him, both of you sharing a rather passionate kiss. When you pulled away, you stared into your eyes. “Really? I look okay?”

“Okay?” he raised his eyebrows. “You look absolutely stunning.”

“You sure?” you insisted.

“I swear,” he chuckled. “Gosh, I have to give it to Jenna, you do look really amazing in yellow.” It had been Tyler’s idea for the two of you to wear bright yellow dresses to match Josh’s new hair. While you seemed a little skeptical at first, Jenna insisted, saying it complimented your eyes, and even dragged you out to a shop for the day to go searching for the perfect one for you.

“The dress looks like Belle’s from Beauty and the Beast,” you nodded, twirling around in it once, the fabric flowing around your legs and Josh’s smile grew even wider.

“Exactly,” he grinned. “You’re a princess.”

“More like the beast,” you teased.

“Oh shut up,” he rolled his eyes, pulling you into a huge hug. “I’m not lying when I say you look like the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“You’re too kind,” you smirked. “Now come on. Let’s hurry over there and kick butt! I bet you’re going to win more than one!”

“We’re lucky if we win one,” he laughed. “But I agree, we should head over.”

When you were both driving to the venue, you could feel something was off. Josh kept biting his lower lip, knuckles turning white because he was clenching the steering wheel too hard, or constantly darting his eyes around nervously. “You okay, babe?” you raised an eyebrow, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Huh?” he whipped his head around to look at you when he reached a stop light. “I’m okay.”

“You look nervous as hell,” you softened your eyes.

“I am,” he admitted. “I’m scared to death.”

“Don’t worry,” you soothed. “You look amazing, your music sounds amazing, and you guys are amazing. I know you’ll win.”

“Yeah, but everyone will be staring at me,” he mumbled. “A million eyes all watching me if I go up on that stage. Even if I don’t. I have this bright yellow hair and these gages and-”

“And they’re all tiny reasons that add up to why I love you,” you reminded.

“I feel like I’m going to look like a fool,” Josh whispered. “I mean, I already do in this tuxedo and bowtie.”

“Don’t say that,” you argued. “You look like Prince Charming. Perfect for a princess like me, right?”

“Right,” he smiled. “I just don’t want to mess up.”

“Sometimes I wish I could just punch your anxiety in the face,” you frowned.

“Yeah,” he sighed. “Me too.”

“Look sweetie, you’re going to do absolutely amazing,” you reassured. “And besides, I’ll be right there beside you. Got it?”

“Definitely,” he nodded, turning into a parking spot. “I don’t know what I’d do without you. Gosh, I can’t even believe we got this far.”

“I’m so proud of you guys,” you beamed.

“We’re just two guys from Columbus, Ohio. We were literally just playing in front of handfuls of people in a basement and now we’re selling out Madison Square Garden, being televised nationally, and now we have a chance at winning a Grammy. That’s absolutely insane,” he sighed, parking the car and staring at you. “I don’t even know how it happened.”

“I’m so happy for you,” you kissed him on the lips. “Ready to add another accomplishment to that long list?”

“You bet,” he agreed.

When you arrived, there was already plenty of people there. Luckily, you hadn’t spotted anyone else wearing such a bold shade of yellow, and it made you excited and happy. It wasn’t long before a teenage boy was running up to Josh, huge smile plastered on his face. “Hey, uh, I was wondering if maybe I could get an autograph, please?” he wondered, grinning up at Josh. “I’ve been listening to your music for years. I’m a huge fan.”

“Absolutely,” Josh nodded, receiving the marker and piece of paper he handed him.

“So who’s this lucky lady?” the boy asked.

“Oh, y/n?” Josh laughed, tugging you right at his side and wrapping an arm around your waist. “This is my lovely girlfriend.”

“Sweet,” the boy grinned. “She’s very pretty.”

“Isn’t she?” Josh beamed. “You know, before we came here she was being all flustered acting like she didn’t look good in this dress. Can you believe that?”

“Josh,” you turned red, stifling a chuckle.

“You guys are the perfect couple,” the boy laughed. “Thanks so much for the autograph, Josh.”

“No problem,” he reassured. He ran away happily and you slapped Josh on the arm.

“Why’d you say that?” you joked.

“What? Say that you’re beautiful?” he raised an eyebrow. “Because you are.”

“Flirt,” you smirked. “Come on, let’s go look for Jenna and Tyler.”

“Wait! Joshua Dun!” an interviewer raced up to the two of you, microphone in hand, a camera crew following close behind. “My name is Stacey. I’m a reporter here tonight, I was wondering if you would be open to sharing about the lovely lady you brought with you tonight possibly? She isn’t a familiar face, but she definitely will be remembered after tonight. That’s a lovely dress dear.”

“Thanks,” you blushed.

“This is y/n, she’s my girlfriend,” Josh presented you and thrust out his hands, waving them up and down as if he was selling a product or showing a prize on a gameshow. “She’s the only award I need tonight.”

“How sweet,” Stacey gushed. She shook Josh and your hand and then grinned back at the camera. “Look at these two love birds.”

“Love birds indeed,” he chuckled, giving you a kiss on the cheek. “But I think it’s time for us to fly away now.”

“Oh yes, you two run along. I think Tyler and Jenna are over by the red carpet,” she informed. “Good luck tonight!”

“Thanks so much,” Josh responded, linking his arm with yours and plastering on a smile. “Come on my little chickadee, we’ve got a lot more stuff to do before we win that Grammy.”

“Chickadee?” you giggled. “You’re awfully cheerful now.”

“I’ve got good vibes,” he shrugged. “Oh look! There’s Tyler and Jenna!”

“Where?” your eyes instantly darted around in search of the matching bright yellow, and when you saw her, your face lit up. “Goddammit she looks like a Queen.”

“You look better,” he whispered in your ear with a sly smile as you approached them both. You were about to protest but Josh was already unlinking his arm from yours, engulfing Tyler in a huge hug, and Jenna approached you with a huge grin.

“Oh my goodness gracious, y/n!” Jenna exclaimed. “You look like you just stepped out of a fairy tale, sweetheart.”

“Me?” you laughed. “Look at you!”

“She looks smoking,” you could hear Tyler whisper to Josh. “I could barely breathe when she walked out of the bedroom.”

“I know, same here,” Josh agreed in a low murmur. “She didn’t even notice me staring at her from the doorway. Dude, I was floored.”

“I don’t know but I think we should start doing more of these Grammy things if they’re going to look as hot as this,” Tyler teased.

“Hey!” Jenna snapped, giving him a playful tug on the ear. “You boys should work on your whispering skills. We can hear everything.”

“Then that just means you’ll know how much we think you look so freaking sexy tonight,” Tyler smirked, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her closer. “Right, babe?”

“Sure,” she rolled her eyes, planting her lips on his for a kiss. A couple flashes went off and Josh chuckled.

“Come on guys,” he laughed. “Let’s keep the PDA to a minimum.”

“Shut up,” Tyler narrowed his eyes when he pulled away from the kiss, squeezing Jenna’s hand before letting go. “I bet you guys are going to be all over each other by the time we sit down.”

“It’s the Grammys,” Josh argued. “We have to be well behaved.”

“Well behaved,” Tyler scoffed. “Like that’s something we know how to do.”

“You’re being so silly,” Jenna sighed.

“Just wait until we take our pants off,” Tyler winked. “Then it will get real.”

“What?” you and Jenna both exclaimed at the same time.

“Nothing,” Tyler reassured. “Just a joke.”

“It better be,” Jenna warned.

“Sure…” Josh smirked, leaving both of you curious of what the hell that meant.

Good Boys Like Bad Girls (Part 2)

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Summary:  Most teachers had a pet student but not many students had one. Except you.

Kinks included in this chapter: Skype sex- overstimulation- choking- grinding (pillow fucking- is that a thing?- it should be a thing)

Warnings: mentions of domestic abuse

NSFW links:  These are the videos that inspired the first, second, and third smut parts. (this is porn guys ok)

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Part 1, Part 3

                 The bruises on your body ached dully as you adjusted your position on the bed. Once again you were at the receiving end of one of his alcohol induced rages. He being the man that some called your father but that you no longer did. Not since your mother left him for someone else and he started directing all his feelings of anger and inadequacy at you. Never mind that you were abandoned too, all he saw in you was a scapegoat to place all the blame on so he wouldn’t have to face himself.

He constantly compared you to other people ever since you were an innocent and faultless little child. He yelled at you and beat you up for not being good enough, for not being smart enough, for not being pretty enough, and who should be the shining example that you were supposed to live up to? The one person you got the most grief for not being more like? It was Taehyung himself.

You went through hell because of him, because he couldn’t just be a normal guy who liked drinking and fucking around. No, he had to be Mr. Perfect, and the more perfect he got, the harsher your abuse became.

You’ve hated him for so long. Every day you fantasized about getting your revenge on him. You daydreamed about bringing the golden boy to his knees and ruining his life, but these remained just fantasies, mental devices designed to get you through the day, until the golden boy started showing an interest in you. He played himself right into your hands and you couldn’t be blamed for seizing the opportunity.

Moans wafted towards you from your phone. One the screen you could see a guy lying down on a bed with his shirt pulled up and his pants around his thighs. His hand was moving almost imperceptibly over his dick.  

“___, please, I need to cum, please.” Taehyung’s voice was strained. You glanced at the time and saw that the video call was closing in on an hour already.

“You’ll cum when I say you can. Remember, stop touching yourself when you get too close. You better not pull any tricks.” You said sternly. It was 3:27 in the morning. You had called him an hour ago knowing that you had a very important test tomorrow, but also knowing that he wouldn’t dare ignore your call.

You watched the hands of the top student, the same hands that he used to ace tests and accept academic awards, move to the chorus of his moans that ended in a mewl as he pulled his hand off of himself, his stomach convulsing as he tried to fight off the orgasm he craved. You could see how close he was, his cock that rested on his stomach left a clear fluid where the tip touched the skin. This must be torture for him, and yet the second he took his hand off his cock, he pulled up his shirt that had inched down from all his thrashing and played with the exposed nipples for you.

“You’re such a good boy.” You cooed. He really was. He always did everything you asked of him and more, and that would be his downfall.

You ran your eyes over the part of Taehyung’s body that was exposed to your eyes and captured by the camera. You could almost feel the warmth radiating to you from his pretty sun-kissed skin, the skin you had kissed and caressed more devoutly than a pagan kisses his stone idol. He was pretty all over. If you weren’t doing this for revenge, you would probably still have had him as your pet. He was too pretty to pass up.  

“Where is your pussy, puppy?” You chirped and he sucked in a breath. His ‘pussy’ is the name you gave to the transparent silicone stroker you gave him. It was a cheap toy and you rarely allowed him to use it, but he loved it so much. It was the only tight thing, besides the times you felt charitable enough to deepthroat him, that he got to feel around his cock. The camera jumped around as Taehyung moved to go get the toy. When he was back, he showed it to you and waited impatiently for your next instruction.

“Well, what are you waiting around for? Lube it up and use it.”

The moment the toy slipped around his cock, his body eased up completely like an ex-smoker who was taking his first drag in decades, before he started moving it over himself and tensed up again, the muscles in his arm flexing as he went for it.

“No, don’t do it like that. It’s a pussy, you have to thrust up into it.” You had specifically chosen a transparent toy for these purposes, you wanted to still be able to see Taehyung’s dick even while he used it.  He obeyed, ass lifting off the bed to welcome the toy’s tight and wet embrace. His bed squeaked under him but he was too far gone to worry about anyone hearing him.

Seeing him fuck the toy like that made you envious. When you had first took him in, his moves were shy and sloppy, but you’ve since put him through enough for him to know exactly what he liked and how he wanted it, and your hungry eyes watching him sent signals to your pussy to contract around the phantom cock you were imagining pounding into it to the pace of Taehyung’s thrusts.

This little session was intended as torture for him, so why were you getting affected as well?

“Stop,” You ordered the squirming boy.

“But I’m not that close yet. I can control it.” Oh, he definitely was close. He just wanted a few more moments of pleasure even if he wasn’t going to disobey you and cum without your permission.

“I don’t remember asking for your input. Move the camera closer to your cock, I wanna see all the precum you have for me.”  

He moved the camera downwards until all you could was the engorged head of his cock bulging out from the open end of the toy, another quality you have carefully chosen, loving the sight of his perfectly shaped head. The amount of precum that had spilled out didn’t disappoint you, and Taehyung touched it with his finger then pulled them back, showing you the sticky strings it made.

“Good boy,” You praised. “That’s enough for today, put the toy away and go to sleep.”

“G-go to sleep? But I didn’t cum yet.”

“And?”

“I can’t go to sleep like this!” He protested hotly but then remembered who he was talking to and said much more meekly, “We have a test tomorrow, I won’t be able to concentrate like this.”

“Are you questioning my judgement?”

“No, god, no!”

“Are you saying I don’t know how to take care of my pet?”

“No, you always treat me so well.”  The way he said that, the sincerity in his voice, had you almost believing him. If only you didn’t know how untrue that was.

“I may be your dom but that doesn’t mean I’m forcing you to stay with me. If you think I affect your studies negatively, you’re more than welcome to leave.” That wasn’t true as well. You only said that because you knew he would never do it.

And just like you had predicted…“No, it’s fine. It’s more than fine. After all, you know best.” He backed down.

You had to add something in; if you kept on being this aggressive he might start suspecting your intentions. “You’re smart, puppy, everyone knows that, but I want to know just how focused you can be. If you can refrain from touching yourself tonight and still go on tomorrow and ace that test, I will give you something you really, really want.”

What was the thing that Taehyung wanted so bad he was willing to jeopardize his perfect academic record? Sex with you. You’d never allowed it to him before… and you weren’t going to allow it to him ever, but he didn’t need to know that. You let him believe that if he obeyed you, he’d finally have you completely, so he wouldn’t think about your real intentions of undermining him. It didn’t matter what he thought you’d give him, he would fail anyway. Taehyung always had to get a full night of sleep before any exam he took, and you disturbed that. Additionally, you made him painfully hard and left him high and dry, and that ought to really mess him up.

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The Three Mistakes Of Wen Junhui (Minghao/The8 and Jun x Male Reader Threesome)

The Three Mistakes Of Wen Junhui (And One Really Great Decision)

Author: Finn

Word Count: 6.4k

Summary: Jun has no idea how he’s gotten himself into this mess (but he really, really likes it).

(A/N: This is officially the longest and filthiest thing I have ever written. I’d be ashamed of how shameless it is but I spent a really long time on it… I’m sorry for deviating so much from the original prompt but I had a lot of fun writing it, so… I hope you all enjoy it! ~Finn)

(Warnings: Daddy/Master kink, slut-shaming, blowjobs, spitroasting, Extreme Gay™, overstimulation, double penetration, Minghao is a little shit, awkwardness towards the end)

(Admin Note: my beautiful son has done it again. I cannot even begin to express how blown away I am by this and by all of his work - he’s gonna one-up me on my own blog if I’m not careful. (I’m gonna need to post some life ending smut soon to top this. cause this is pretty damn life ending). just. Finn. wow. gonna steal my Golden Dick award. damn. a Momma has never been more proud. -Tanisha<3)

The car is quiet. Jun stirs imperceptibly, becoming aware of the silence from his earphones and a low murmuring voice from somewhere just behind him – are those Chinese words?

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Imagine Chris falling in-love with you all over again.

A/N: Epilogue! This is best if you listen to Ed Sheeran’s song ‘Perfect’ first 'cause I was inspired by that. Anyway, we’ve finally arrived at the end of the series. (I don’t know if I’ll write more, but this seems like a good place to end.) I’m so excited to go on holiday, but I’m terribly sad to leave you guys. Fear not, I might just whip out my keyboard at the airport if some inspiration strikes me. I love you all so much! 😘 You can read the previous parts here: ('Charlotte Rose’ - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5A/5B) and ('Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts’; 'Baby Fever’; 'Memory Lane’; and 'Little Ones’ - Masterlist) Enjoy and I’ll see y'all soon. X

Chris was right about the movie, 'Charlotte Rose’, taking home Oscars. It took home so many Oscars that it nearly cleaned out the categories; it won “Best Original Score’, 'Best Actress’, 'Best Sound Editing’, 'Best Original Screenplay’, 'Best Director’, and 'Best Picture’. You and Chris spent the night in Los Angeles celebrating like there was no tomorrow, earning praises all round for the work the two of you did as a couple. Articles flew and circulated the web: "Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N takes home six Oscars, it just goes to show that they’re as good as co-workers as they are a couple!”, “Power couple, Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N, dominates The Academy Awards!”, “Production companies will be fighting to work with Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N after they return from their hiatus.”

The movie was filmed and produced two years after your daughter was born, as you both wanted some time to care for your preemie baby. It was incredibly well-received around the world, so much so that you and Chris ended up doing press despite being the faces behind the scenes. As it turned out, the press and the fans were more interested in the work the two of you did rather than the actors and actresses you hired. You were lucky, however, to have both of your children be at the age where they could travel with you while you toured the world. It was a pretty great three months out of Boston, but eventually it was time to go home.

It was nice to be back in your home after months of staying in hotels, you could tell your kids were excited to get home too. Even now, as you spent a lazy Sunday in Boston with your family watching Disney movies, it was different to how you’d spend a lazy Sunday in Los Angeles watching Disney movies with your family, despite having a second house there. Boston was home now, the place Chris had bought before he met you- the place that you’d both turned into a home after getting married- was home now.

As Chris dried and put away the dishes, you were snuggled up with your kids on the couch. He looked over and smiled; there wasn’t a sight more pure that he could bestow upon himself. You looked up and smiled when you saw him smiling at the three of you, you beckoned him over with your head. He chuckled and left the job unfinished because you didn’t need to ask twice; that was an offer he couldn’t refuse.

“Daddy!” Charlie pulled away from you and held out her arms when she saw her dad walking over; Chris smiled and scooped her into his arms. You chuckled and shuffled, pulling Jack closer to you as you made a spot for your husband. The girl was definitely his girl, whereas the boy was yours. “You smell nice,” she giggled when she buried her face into the crook of his neck.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he chuckled, rubbing her back. It was clear she was getting tired, it wouldn’t be long until she fell asleep in his arms. Jack was halfway there too, fighting his heavy eyelids as he rested in your comforting arms. “You smell lovely too,” he told her as he pressed a kiss into her soft locks.

“Mama,” Jack whispered and you looked down at him. “I know we had pancakes for breakfast today,” he yawned and you chuckled, “but can we have pancakes for breakfast tomorrow too?” You nodded and kissed the top of his head as Chris wrapped an arm around you; you leaned into him and smiled when you felt him kiss your head.

“Think you can meet me in the backyard after I put the kids to bed?” Chris whispered into your ear and you turned to him with narrowed eyes. “Yes?” He mouthed and nodded his head, prompting a nod from you. “Awesome,” he smiled then turned his attention back on Charlie. “Sweetheart,” he spoke gently, “do you want me to put you to bed?”

“Mm hm,” she nodded her little head, rubbing her eyes.

“Alright,” Chris smiled and rose to his feet, lifting her with him. “Jack, you ready for bed too, bud?” Jack nodded; he kissed your cheek then pulled away from you, taking the hand his dad was holding out. “C'mon, Dodge.” He called and Dodger followed. “Backyard, fifteen minutes tops.” He mouthed over his shoulder as he took the kids upstairs to tuck them in for the night.

You, on the other hand, decided to spend the next fifteen minutes cleaning up the mess from your cozy movie marathon while waiting for Chris to return. It took him ten minutes which meant your kids were really worn out, otherwise it would’ve been at least half an hour. When he returned, you were finishing the dish job he’d left unfinished. He leaned against the fridge, smiling at you with a smile that drew laughter.

“What?” You smacked him with the dish rag.

“Nothing,” he shook his head, smiling. “I’m just admiring how beautiful you look.”

“Beautiful?” You chuckled softly as he took your hand, leading you towards the backyard; he’d prepared a special something for the both of you, some down time as a couple after spending the whole day as parents. “I’m a mess.”

“Darling, you look perfect tonight,” he whispered underneath his breath, but you heard it. You smiled and leaned in, tenderly giving his jawline a sweet kiss. “I figured we could go on that date we talked about in the hospital. I know we’re not old and gray yet, but-” he paused to push the curtains apart, opening the sliding doors. “This is as good a night as any to catch up on some alone time.”

“Chris,” you smiled as you took in the sight in front of you.

Your husband had laid out a blanket on the grass with candles and rose petals surround it. His iPod was plugged into a docking station and the song, 'Make You Feel My Love’ by Adele- the song that was playing at your wedding when you had your first dance- was playing. You turned to him and mirrored his dorky grin, shaking your head in disbelief. He leaned forward and your eyes closed as he pressed his lips against your forehead. After ten years of being with him, you still couldn’t believe how lucky you were.

“Shall we?” He held out a hand and you took it, letting him lead you into a barefoot waltz on the soft grass. “You know what, Y/N?” He whispered after a while. “I’d do anything to have this moment last forever. Just being here with you, dancing in the dark with you- it’s unadulterated bliss.” He pulled back to look you in the eyes, “you’ve given me unadulterated bliss. That’s something I never thought I’d achieve, but here I am with the perfect wife, the perfect kids. I have the perfect life,” his eyes glistened as he smiled, “because of you.”

“None of this would have happened if you didn’t find me first, Chris,” you smiled, feeling your own eyes well. “You are the reason we have all of this, you are the one who has given me unadulterated bliss. Without you, I wouldn’t be here. Without you, we wouldn’t have Jack and Charlie. Without you, my life wouldn’t mean as much as it does today. You are the love of my life- the light that dims all the dark. I have the perfect life because of you, Chris, not the other way around,” you told him.

“Let’s just agree to disagree,” he chuckled and dipped his head, kissing you.

Adele’s 'Make You Feel My Love’ faded out and Ed Sheeran’s 'Perfect started playing. You both chuckled as you broke the kiss; the memory of how you told him the song was the perfect depiction of your entire life together came flooding back.

I found a love for me 

Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead

“We really just leapt into this relationship, didn’t we?” You chuckled when you thought back to how you met and how quickly things progressed after the first meeting. “It was like the universe suddenly decided it was time for us to stop fooling around with other people, just threw us into the deep end and left us to save each other.”

Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet 

Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me

“Aren’t you glad though?” Chris smiled when you nodded. “If I could just go back in time and just- grab Chris and shove him in your direction. Just have him find you years and years earlier, I would. I would just slap some sense into him, tell him to go find you instead of wasting his time with girls who clearly aren’t right for him.”

“I’d do the same with Y/N,” you nodded. “I’d drag her across oceans if it meant I could spend more time with you. Not that I needed to, considering we grew up hours away from each other.” You both chuckled. “God, what were we thinking? How could we have just missed each other? I mean- the life we could’ve had, the pain we could’ve avoided.”

“I guess we didn’t know we had someone so perfect waiting for us.”

'Cause we were just kids when we fell in love 

Not knowing what it was 

I will not give you up this time 

But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own 

And in your eyes you’re holding mine

“The first time I saw you, Y/N,” Chris chuckled softly. “I thought my heart was going to jump out of my throat. I was so nervous that I let the opportunity to speak to you- the love of my life- escape. If you didn’t drop that coaster- if Kevin wasn’t your father’s friend, I’d never would’ve met you and it would’ve eaten me up alive.”

“And I feel like a complete idiot ignoring my vicinity,” you laughed. “If I had just stopped obsessing with my writing for a second, take my eyes off my damn Gummi Bears- I would’ve noticed Captain America across the room and gone up to you.”

“Yeah,” he nodded, smiling. “But I’m really glad you didn’t though, that was part of your charm. Your passion was what captured me, your insanity-” he chuckled when you playfully slapped his arm. “You were like a breath of fresh air after years under water.”

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark with you between my arms 

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song 

When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath 

But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight

“And you still are,” Chris told you, tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear. “Every time I see you, it’s like I’m being saved all over again.” You felt your heart ache at his sincerity. “No matter how bad my day gets, there won’t be something you can’t do to make me feel better.”

“Chris,” you pulled your hand out of his for a brief second, brushing the tear that had escaped. “Stop,” you chuckled softly as he did, kissing your forehead. “You’re making me cry and I don’t want to cry during such a beautiful moment. Ed Sheeran’s really not helping,” you referred to the song and he laughed.

Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know 

She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I’ll share her home 

I found a love, to carry more than just my secrets 

To carry love, to carry children of our own

“This could be our anthem, you know that right?” Chris chuckled at how perfect the song 'Perfect’ was; it practically described your whole relationship in four minutes and twenty-three seconds. “If he’d just come out with this song a few years earlier, I’d have it playing at our wedding. It would definitely draw tears, I mean- just listening to it now, it’s making my heart ache.”

“Aw,” you chuckled. “I know, right? The best part of listening to it now though, it’s actually true. We’ve accomplished our dream of working together, you’ve accomplished yours of winning that Oscar you so thoroughly deserve.” He smiled when you brushed his cheek with the back of your hand. “We’re married, we’ve got a house, we’ve got our kids. Our life is complete, Chris,” you smiled and he mirrored it. “Don’t get me wrong, we’ve got lots more to do but- I’m pretty satisfied with what we have now.”

We are still kids, but we’re so in love 

Fighting against all odds 

I know we’ll be alright this time

“Yeah,” Chris nodded, smiling. “I’m with you there.”

Darling, just hold my hand 

Be my girl, I’ll be your man 

I see my future in your eyes

“I have you as my present and my future,” you smiled. “That’s more than good enough for me, more than I can ask for in this lifetime.” He pulled you closer to him and you rested your head against his chest, gently swaying in the dark and listening to the song as you reflected on your ten years together.

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms 

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song 

When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful 

I don’t deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms 

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song

Chris pulled back and you looked up to meet his gaze, he smiled and you smiled back. “I am so utterly, irretrievably, and irrevocably in-love with you.” You pulled your hand out of his and wrapped both arms around his neck, taking a step closer as if you could getting any closer to him.

I have faith in what I see 

Now I know I have met an angel in person 

And she looks perfect, I don’t deserve this 

You look perfect tonight

“I love you, Chris Evans,” you whispered; your lips inches away from his.

“I love you too, Y/N Y/L/N.” His breath warm against your face. “Well,” he chuckled softly, “I should really say Evans, shouldn’t I?” You bit back your smile; you’d kept your last name for professional reasons. “It’s not like you’re going anywhere romantically, or professionally, now that we’ve proven we make such a great team.”

“I wasn’t going anywhere before that anyway,” you chuckled.

“Yeah,” he smiled and started to lean in, “I definitely don’t deserve this.”

“Neither do I,” you smiled and pressed your lips against his.

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anonymous asked:

Maggie and Alex are dating and J'onn wants to meet Maggie and talk to her about their relationship. Alex is happy that J'onn is looking out for her. (Write this if you have time, please.)

It’s not how she wanted J’onn to find out, and it’s far from what J’onn would have preferred, too.

Far, far, far from it.

Because when he walks into his earth daughter’s lab and Detective Maggie Sawyer is on the lab bench with her shirt tugged hastily up and her fingers woven into Alex’s hair, whining as she holds her head steady to her chest, he really thinks he’s seen enough of this damn planet.

“Agent Danvers,” he clears his throat, and Maggie’s breathy whining of Alex’s name becomes a curse and he didn’t know Alex could make that kind of squeaking sound.

“Sir,” she breathes, zipping her pants and helping Maggie pull her shirt down, her fingers trying to pat her hair back into some semblance of acceptability as she snaps to attention, lips swollen and slightly parted, breathing hard for very different reasons, suddenly.

Maggie doesn’t turn around as she hops gingerly off the lab bench, because she’s trying so hard to just breathe, breathe, breathe. Because she’s been here before, been caught by someone’s dad before, and it hadn’t been pretty – to say the least – and she was so stupid, she should have known that something so reckless and impulsive would destroy everything.

Like she always does.

“At ease, Alex,” J’onn says, and there’s something in his voice that Maggie can’t identify, and – when she chances a glance up at Alex’s face – she can tell that Alex can’t quite read it, either.

“Detective Sawyer, can I please speak with you for a moment?”

“J’onn, she – ”

“No, Alex, it’s fine. It’s fine.” It’s most certainly not fine, but she squeezes Alex’s hand and she winks softly at her and she puts on a brave face, because he is much more powerful than that father who’d called her into his garage and beaten her senseless for kissing his daughter, but she’s long since trained herself to keep a brave face, so she does.

J’onn doesn’t look at her as she follows him out of the lab, feeling a combination of distinct dread and the panicked urge to laugh, because Alex is supposed to be the one feeling like a teenager again, not her, but god, she does.

He leads her into an office and he gestures her into a seat.

“Prefer to stand, sir,” she clips, forcing herself to look up into his unreadable eyes.

He speaks without preamble, and what he says shocks her. And she didn’t think she could be shocked by much anymore.

“Do you love her, Detective Sawyer?”

“I… Sir?”

“Sit,” he says again, and he sits, too, this time, so she follows suit.

“Detective Sawyer, I know a lot of things about you. Protocol, you understand, for letting you into the DEO so frequently, for partnering with you on cases these past weeks. I know that you won an impressive amount of Intel competition awards throughout high school; that you suffered a compound fracture in your left arm when you were sixteen years old; that you rose to the rank of detective more quickly than anyone else in your graduating class at the academy, largely due to your extensive knowledge of alien life and your community work with LGBTQ children. I know, too, that your first girlfriend in college was an alien of unknown origin, and you helped her fix her pod so she could go back to her planet, even though it broke your heart when she told you she was planning to leave.”

He pauses and Maggie tries not to feel naked. “I…”

J’onn speaks again, and his voice is different, now, a little lighter. A little less stoic DEO Director, and perhaps a little more the stoic DEO Director space dad figure that Alex idolizes so much.

“And now, I know more things about you than I ever wanted to know, and good god, I wish now more than ever that Martians didn’t have such impressive memories.”

Maggie blushes and starts to stammer out an apology, but J’onn continues. “So, now I know that you’re deeply attracted to Agent Danvers. But what I don’t know, Detective Sawyer, is if you love her.”

“You wanna know if I’m good enough for her,” Maggie rasps softly, tears in her throat, and J’onn watches her face closely.

“It hasn’t been that long, you know. And she… she’s just coming to realize… things… about herself. That’s for her to tell you about, and she was planning to, you know, soon. Just trying to find the right time.” She looks up at him and gulps. “But that’s not what you asked. It hasn’t been that long, but I… yeah. Yes. I love her. I… I haven’t told her yet, because I don’t want to rush her, I don’t want to pressure her, but I… I know it hasn’t been long, so maybe this is stupid, but I love your daughter more than I’ve ever loved anyone. She… she’s just… you know Alex, she… she’s perfect. For me. She’s perfect. And as for whether I’m good enough for her? Probably not. Almost definitely not. But I’ve been trying to be, every day. And I’m not going to stop trying to be.”

The skin around J’onn’s eyes crinkle slightly, and his lips tilt upward.

“Alex! You can stop hovering in the hallway now.”

Maggie startles and turns, her mouth open and her eyes wide. “How much of that did you hear?”

“Enough to know that two of the people I love most in the world have got my back,” she whispers, and the tilt of J’onn’s lips becomes a full smile, and Alex crosses the room and slips into his arms.

“Thank you for wanting to protect me.” She turns to Maggie, and there’s pure vulnerability, pure love, in her eyes. “And I feel the same way about you.”

Maggie’s breath hitches and she licks her lips and she can’t speak.

J’onn clears his throat. “Do you two need the afternoon off? Because I certainly don’t need to witness anything – like that – ever again.”

“Yeah, sorry about that, J’onn, I – ’

“We’re just not going to discuss it, Agent Danvers.” His voice is gruff, but his warm hand on her shoulder, and then on Maggie’s as he leaves the room, gives him away.

“Maggie, I – ” Alex steps closer to her and takes her into her arms.

“Never again, Agent Danvers!” J’onn calls without turning around, and Maggie and Alex laugh, laugh, laugh, into each other’s arms.

And if they cry, just a little bit, it’s out of the sweet relief of being so, so loved.

All Too Well | Pt. 2

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Epilogue

Summary: You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour.
Pairing: Yoongi | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut; Idol & Makeup Artist AU
Word Count: 6,357

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( 2 YEARS LATER )

There’s always a certain rush Min Yoongi gets before, during, and after every performance, no matter how often he participates in them and no matter how exhausted he might be from practices and dieting in the days, weeks before. One would think that after two years of nothing but strict scheduling, traveling the world, meeting fans like clockwork, he would have grown tired of free moments being such a rarity, constantly being busy and never getting to just relax and have a proper night’s rest.

But to Yoongi, it’s something he’s grown to appreciate. Yes, the scheduling is busy and tiring and there are often days when he would be filled with pure frustration over a simple inability to get dance moves down or turn hazy thoughts into song lyrics—but it’s a life that he would not give up for anything.

Because at the end of the day, he gets to do what he loves. He gets to make music and he gets the opportunity to really share them with people he knows would listen to what he has to say. He gets to meet hundreds, if not thousands of fans every month who take time out of their own busy, hard life to see him, let him know that his music reached them, touched them, made them feel something. And when he sees the shy smiles of his fans, their bright eyes and beautiful voices reaching out to him as they sing back song lyrics during one of his many concerts, it makes all those previous irritations and frustrations fade away to the back of his mind. Min Yoongi loves what he does, he really does.

He loves it, even as he’s clamoring backstage after Bangtan Boys has just finished one of three performances for their latest music show appearance, the cheers of success and the usual excitement following the rest of the boys as they rush quickly to get dressed in their new costumes for their new set list. Much like all the other performances, the air is plagued with adrenaline as the boys quickly disregard their previous attire. The stylists are rushing to get shirts buttoned, freshly pressed jackets on. Hair is getting retouched, eye makeup and foundation sponges are pressed against Yoongi’s face. In spite of the cheeriness that usually follows the boys after a successful music show performance, there is still the underlying chaoticness to get everyone ready in time for their next set. Moments like these are always messy, happening so quickly right before Yoongi’s eyes that he can never really keep track of the process.

And yet, Yoongi always feels that urgency, that rush, all with the smile never slipping off his lips because it’s almost been 2 years since Bangtan Boys experienced their debut, and every single day of his life still feels like some strange, out-of-body sensation. It still feels like a dream.

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Grammys part two: Josh Dun imagine

Y/N: Y’all this went from hardcore fluff to hardcore smut reaaaaal fast. Lol jk. No, but really. When the boys lose their pants the fans lose their shit. Anyways, I’ll shut up now. Enjoy.

Anonymous said:
Omg, please do a sequel to grammy??????? 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Part one: http://thepatricktreestump.tumblr.com/post/157222084267/grammys-josh-dun-imagine

*continued female reader, light smut

“Okay, I didn’t know what you meant by taking off your pants, but now I clearly do,” Jenna burst out laughing as you all entered into the restaurant and took a seat. “Goodness gracious you guys.”

“I bet you were staring,” Tyler smirked. “I’m sure you were.”

“Shut up,” she rolled her eyes as you all sat at a table, opening up the menus.

“You’re all dressed awfully fancy tonight. I assume you all just got back from the Grammys. Twenty One Pilots, right?” the waiter smiled.

“That’s us,” Tyler grinned proudly.

“Sweet,” the waiter beamed. “Anything I can get you guys at the moment? Drinks?”

“Yeah that sounds good,” Jenna nodded. You had all decided to go out for a celebratory meal after the awards. You had settled on a nice Mexican restaurant, not too fancy, but not too casual either.

“Hey,” Josh nudged you beside him. “Check your phone.”

“Why?” you stared at him, confused.

“Just do it, baby,” he insisted.

“Fine,” you sighed, picking up your phone but your expression slowly fading away into uncomfortableness as you read the text he had just sent you.

J: Did you like what you saw on stage tonight?
Y/N: Fucking behave. We’re at dinner.

You glared at him and he turned his head away, acting unfazed.

J: Answer the question.
Y/N: You know I always like what I see when I’m staring at you
J: Yeah but how did you feel?
Y/N: Wdym?
J: All those people staring at me, all those fans probably lusting over me, and you there, watching me tug down my pants…

“Hey!” Jenna snapped. “He’s asking you what you want to drink.”

“Huh?” both you and Josh looked up from your phones, turning red, staring at the waiter.

“Anything to drink?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, uh yeah,” you stammered out. Josh just looked at you, pretending as if nothing had happened. The waiter took your drink order and walked away, Tyler striking up a conversation about some of the performances.

“What if you guys performed?” Jenna laughed. “You think you’d bring the hamster ball and giant confetti canon to the Grammy’s?”

“Oh I’m sure we would figure something out,” Tyler nodded. You felt your phone buzz in your lap and you shot Josh a glare before opening it.

J: Stop leaving questions unanswered babe
Y/N: Stop texting me dirty things and actually pay attention to the conversation
J: I am
Y/N: Jenna and Tyler invited us here to celebrate, not to be antisocial
J: Answer the question
Y/N: Fine, sure. I was turned on. Is that what you wanted to hear?

“Don’t you think, y/n?” Jenna wondered and you flickered your eyes up, completely lost in what they were talking about. There was a second of silence before she hinted you on. “We’d get the drum kits and just make the crowd hold them up?”

“Oh definitely,” you gave a fake laugh before glancing down at your phone again, angry and annoyed at Josh’s attempts.

J: How turned on?
Y/N: I might be turned on but I’m about ready to turn my phone off if you keep this shit up
J: I’m not even doing anything
Y/N: Sure…
J: You wouldn’t dare
Y/n: Watch me
J: Don’t

“You guys, okay? You seem pretty distracted,” Tyler finally brought up the obvious.

“Just a lot of people congratulating us,” Josh shrugged. “Sorry, it’s probably not the appropriate time for this.”

“You’re right,” you quickly agreed. “I say we turn our phones off for the rest of the dinner.”

“Smart idea,” Jenna smiled at the proposition, but you caught Josh giving you a death stare beside you. You quickly shut off your phone and put it face down on the table, watching as Josh slowly did the same.

“You’ll be sorry you did that,” Josh murmured under his breath, just enough for you to realize. You swallowed uncomfortably, trying to ignore his comments. What was he so worked up about anyways? Geez.

“Do you think we’ll get invited back?” Tyler joked.

“Most likely,” Jenna nodded. “You guys are so talented. You’re bound to win another.”

“Then we’ve got to take it up a notch,” Tyler decided. “What’s more attention grabbing than standing up there in our underwear?”

“Oh I’m sure you two could think of plenty of things,” Jenna chuckled softly. Your hand was laying in your lap when you felt Josh lay his hand on top of yours underneath the table. You drew in a sharp breath and Tyler gave you an uncertain glance for a second before dismissing it, and you exhaled, trying to ignore it. Maybe he was just trying to hold hands.

“We’ll go streaking next Grammys!” Tyler cried.

“No way,” Jenna shook her head, stifling her laughter. “Not on my watch.”

“I bet y/n would love to see that,” Josh smirked and you narrowed your eyes, apparent you didn’t find his humor amusing. You felt him grab ahold of your wrist underneath the table, lifting your hand off your lap and moving it towards his leg, then down, resting your hand right over his crotch, his hard on becoming extremely obvious. Shit, of course he’d pull something like this. Especially now without the texting. He laid his hand on top of yours again, pressing down and your felt your cheeks turn red, trying to act nonchalant as you were being guided on how to grope him underneath the table.

“You okay, y/n?” Jenna softened her eyes. “You look sort of uh…”

“I’m fine,” you shook your head. “I think I just need to use the restroom and clear my mind for a little bit. I think I’m a little dizzy from the Grammys, all those people and the lights and noise and stuff.”

“Okay, take care of yourself sweetie,” Jenna replied. “We’ll be here when you come back.” You tried to get up but Josh grabbed your arm, grip tight around your wrist. You tugged several times but he wouldn’t let go until finally you swiveled your arm out of his grasp and snatched your phone off the table, marching off to find the bathroom. Of course, when you got in, there were several texts from Josh. So much for the not using the phones thing.

J: Get your ass out here right now.
Y/N: I don’t know what the fuck is up with you tonight
J: You know exactly what’s up with me, stop playing stupid
Y/N: I don’t know if it’s just cause you won a Grammy so you think you can be cocky and all, but you’re acting like a total dick, Josh
J: I just want you baby
Y/N: You’re the one who said yes to dinner!
J: You’re the one who said no to texting
Y/N: And look where that led us
J: We can always ditch
Y/N: Shut up, that’d be so rude. Jenna and Tyler have been nothing but nice tonight
J: I just really want to fuck you, I saw you in that dress when we walked in the restaurant and maybe it’s the lighting or just the adrenaline rush from being on the stage or me taking my pants off earlier, but I really need this right now baby
Y/N: I know I want it too
J: Then please
Y/N: After dinner
J: During dinner
Y/N: No
J: Fine. Either way come out right now. Jenna’s getting worried and she’s gonna check up on you if you don’t show soon.
Y/N: If I come out, will you behave?
J: Sure
Y/N: See you soon
J: Love youuu
Y/N: Love you too, dimwit

You took a deep breath and collected yourself before heading back to the table and sliding in the seat beside Josh, plastering a smile on your face. “You feeling better, honey?” Jenna wondered.

“Yeah I’m doing just fi-” you couldn’t help but stop midsentence as Josh put a hand on your upper thigh, resting it there above the fabric of your dress. “Fine. I’m doing fine.”

“Okay…” Jenna shrugged.

“Did you feel sick?” Tyler frowned, looking worried and concerned. “I think Jenna has some painkillers in her purse if you need it.”

“I’m fine, r-EALLY,” your voice wavered as Josh tugged up the fabric of your dress to your waist, both your legs bare and exposed underneath the table. Fuck.

“You sure?” Tyler insisted, sensing something was off.

“Yeah, honessssssssssst,” you reassured, ignoring the way your voice dragged out at the end when Josh’s thumb dipped underneath the waistband of your underwear and slid the fabric down your legs to above your knees.

“Just relax, sweetheart,” Josh reassured, sly smile on his face only you could detect. Hell, and to think Tyler and Jenna thought he was being sweet. You bit down on your lower lip hard when you felt Josh’s fingers brush past your clit and rest against your folds.

“Who’s ready for some appetizers?” the waiter wondered, smile on his face as he approached.

As soon as you were about to answer Josh’s fingers pushed into you and you let out a moan, everyone at the table turning their attention towards you. “Ohhhh those sound delicious,” you tried to recover. “Mmm god, appetizers? That just sounds so, oh fuck-” Josh began to pump his fingers in and out of you, staring at you above the table as if nothing was even going on. “I’m so hungry. Appetizers, hell yeah.” You were doing such a shitty job at covering up your act but it was the best alternative you could think of at the moment. Your legs were starting to shake and you could barely speak.

“Someone’s um, particularly hype for appetizers,” Tyler commented.

“I love me some good fooooood,” you moaned the last part as Josh curled his fingers inside of you, hitting your g-spot. “Shit, food is so great. Damn.”

“Someone really likes food,” the waiter chuckled, looking confused and uncomfortable, almost everyone unable to understand what your problem was.

“Come on baby,” Josh prodded. “Why don’t you order something?”

“Sure,” you glanced at him, noticing the way he was trying so hard to suppress a smirk, then flickered your eyes back to the menu. You attempted to cross your legs in hopes of Josh quitting it but he only rammed his fingers deeper inside of you and you gasped in your seat, Tyler and Jenna whipping their heads towards you.

“Okay, spill it,” Jenna demanded. “What’s wrong?”

“Something’s wrong?” the waiter softened his expression. “Uh, is there anything I can do to help?”

“I just think I need to get some fresh air,” you shook your head. “Josh, um, why don’t you come out with me for a little bit?”

“Sure,” Josh agreed slowly. “Whatever you say, babe.” He slowly drew his fingers out from inside you and you took the opportunity to slide up your panties and tug down your dress, then grabbed Josh’s hand with a tight grip and basically dragged him out the door.

“You’re fucking dead,” you hissed, tugging him outside and to the back of the restaurant.

“What do you mean?” he raised his eyebrows, acting innocent. “I didn’t do anything.”

“Shut the fuck up,” you demanded, tugging him to a place without windows or cars or pedestrians and quickly surveying the area before crashing your lips on his, pushing him back into the wall of the restaurant, slamming his body against yours and grinding yourself down on him. Your sloppy, messy, desperate kisses became more heated and you finally pulled away, staring into his eyes. “Don’t pull that shit during dinner ever again. I hate you.”

“You fucking love me,” he rolled his eyes. “You know you were just as turned on as I was, baby.”

“I still am,” you murmured, tilting your head back as he sucked on your neck, his lips trailing down your skin.

“Dammit you look so good in this dress,” he sighed. He traced the outlines of your body with his palms, sliding them down your figure, resting at your hips when you took a step away. “Where you going baby?”

“To dinner,” you snapped. “To behave.”

“You’re going to leave me like this?” he frowned, disappointed. “Come on, I’m dying here and I’ve already tried everything.”

“Listen up, Joshua,” you sighed, walking closer and poking a finger in his chest, glaring up at him. You leaned in close, remaining eye contact, lowering your voice to a whisper. “When we get home, you are going to get in that bedroom with me, and you’re going to receive another big award with yours pants off. But that’s never going to happen unless you behave, understand?”

“I like the sound of that,” he smirked.

“Good,” you decided. “Now come with me and let’s order some fucking appetizers.”

anonymous asked:

“you’re really invested in your tv show/book/etc and i don’t think you understand how much your absentminded petting is getting to me but like hell am i gonna ask you to stop“ !!

Poe has a thing about his hair. Touch it and he purrs. Pet it, he melts. Pull it… well. Yeah. That’s… yeah. His hypersensitivity has never been an issue before. People who get close enough to get their hands all up in his curls are generally doing so with pretty specific intentions, and even if they’re not, they learn fast how the tide’s rolling. 

But then people aren’t Finn.

Finn who learns scary fast, but is still playing catch up when it comes to a lot of social cues, particularly those centred around touch. Poe has a feeling Finn might have been a tactile person anyway—takes one to know one—but growing up in an insulated body glove obviously hasn’t done him any favours. 

These days Finn touches everything - fingers tracing the gouges in the mess hall tables as he eats, palms pressing against the bark of the megaflora that surrounds the new base like he can feel the sap pumping if he concentrates hard enough. Poe finds it both endearing as hell and teeth-grittingly motivating during those missions he gets the First Order square in his crosshairs.

Finn’s not as physical with people yet — or at least not ones he doesn’t know well. Poe’s obviously not in that category though, which brings him back to his current predicament. 

Finn’s leaning back against the head of the bunk, a data pad propped on his knees as he reads something distracting enough that he hasn’t noticed what’s going on with Poe yet. Poe’s not really sure if that’s a blessing or a curse, to be honest. Because on the one hand, Poe probably looks a special kind of stupid right now, processor parts forgotten on the floor in front of him as he all but drools into his own lap. On the other, if Finn keeps this up too much longer, Poe’s libido is going to start knocking insistently on the situation and that’s… not ideal.

Because Finn’s his friend. Finn’s his friend who’s still learning what it means to have friends and Poe doesn’t want to fuck that up for him. Which means Finn’s deft fingers twisting through his hair and scratching lightly against his scalp is fast becoming A Problem.

Finn hums lightly behind him—a noise Poe’s come to associate with him reading something particularly interesting—and Poe has to bite his lip against humming for his own more inappropriate reasons as Finn’s fingers card through the closer cropped curls at the nape of his neck.

Poe clears his throat. Then has to try again when he almost whimpers instead. “Ah, buddy?”

“Hmm?”

Finn’s petting doesn’t even pause. Poe’s done nothing to deserve this sort of temptation.

“I’m ah… getting a little distracted down here.”

Understatement.

Finn’s touch halts but he doesn’t pull his hand back and Poe finds himself swallowing hard against the instinct to push back into Finn’s palm.

Finally Finn says, “In a good way or a bad way?”

And that’s… huh. Poe cranes his neck back to look up at Finn’s face and finds a soft smile waiting for him, Finn’s eyes amused and… knowing.

“Fuck,” Poe says. “Who told?”

Finn huffs a laugh, thumbing lightly behind Poe’s ear. “Jess.”

Of course it was Pava. Poe would be annoyed but the way Finn’s looking at him as he smooths his fingers back through his hair, he has a feeling he’s gonna end up buying her a cake.

Poe lets his eyes flutter shut as he feels Finn’s movements turn deliberate, fisting a grip at the back of his head and… yeah. Shit. Poe’s breath catches which is probably the only thing that saves him from flat out moaning.

“You should come up here,” Finn says, voice drawn tight and Poe would be relieved he’s not the only one affected here but he’s too busy giving himself over to Finn’s very nice, very competent hands.

“I should definitely come up there,” Poe says. He’s about to get right on that when Finn’s grip shifts and twists and Poe’s hips go rogue, bucking instinctively up and fuck, he’s hard, when did he get hard?

“Oh wow,” Finn says. “Jess wasn’t kidding.”

“I’m gonna kill her,” Poe says, strangled.

Finn laughs like he’s just so delighted and Poe would bask in the warmth of it but Finn’s also taken it upon himself to manhandle Poe up onto the standard-issue mattress, a move that makes an entirely different sort of heat suffuse Poe’s limbs.

Force, did Pava just write out an itemised list or something?

Poe finds himself flat on his back, Finn braced over him, grinning like Poe’s a new dessert he has yet to try. It puts Finn’s very nice shoulders in optimal clutching range and Poe isn’t going to shirk that opportunity, no sir.

“Hi,” Finn says softly and Poe realises he’s grinning so wide his cheeks hurt. Fuck he hasn’t felt this stupid for someone since…ever.

“Hi back.”

Finn dips down, mouth dizzyingly close and Poe very nearly whimpers when he stops just short of his lips, because fuck.

“I ah… you should probably know I have no idea what I’m doing,” Finn says, and ah, that answers that question then.

Poe slides his hands up to scritch through the hair where it’s growing out at the nape of Finn’s neck, easing the nervous tension the best way he knows how.

“Well,” Poe says, struggling to gather his thoughts in the face of Finn humming into his touch like a spoiled loth-cat, shit. “We can slow our roll a bit. Pull back and talk a few things through…”

“Or?” Finn says, dipping toward Poe’s mouth again like a faulty grav drive. The move brushes their noses together, something that probably shouldn’t make Poe’s toes curl but here they are.

“Or,” Poe swallows harshly against the instinct to just tip his chin up, turn things wet and hot and fast, but no - this is Finn’s show. This needs to be Finn’s show. “We can wing it. Do what feels right, speak up when something doesn’t…” 

Finn’s eyes snap back up to his at that and Poe very nearly chokes on the want behind the look. “You’ll show me how?”

Fuck. “Yeah,” Poe says, and he’s gonna need some sort of award for how steady his voice is here because seriously. “Yeah, I’ll show you how.”

The smile that slips across Finn’s features is like a sunrise, slow and syrup sharp. Poe wants to taste it. “We’re gonna do this.”

It’s not a question, but Poe answers it by meeting Finn’s mouth on a groan anyhow.

anonymous asked:

Hi, idk if you're an angst crusher or not but I AM. Saw this somewhere but the prompt was just 10 lines. Neil rotating the car so that he gets the crash side instead of Andrew's driving one to protect his home.(hint: fluffy ending please) ❤❤

Also answering: Please give me some angst of Andrew and Neil fighting and Neil saying something really cruel and feeling guilty knowing that Andrew will remember that forever

Headlights careened across Neil’s vision as the car in the opposite lane swerved to avoid a deer. In a split second Neil realized three things.
1. The truck was going to hit them head on.
2. They could not get out of their lane, because of a steep drop off on Neil’s side.
3. Andrew’s side was going to take the brunt of the hit.

Neil couldn’t let that happen. Before Andrew could stop him Neil grabbed the wheel and shoved it towards Andrew’s door. This caused the car to tilt enough that the truck hit on the front passenger side.

The airbags exploded knocking Neil back and breaking his nose. Blood ran down his face, as the car slammed against the flimsy barrier skidding towards the edge. Which is when Neil lost consciousness.

He came to awareness slowly. The edges of his vision were still blurred and the light blinking next to him was making his eyes ache. He was hooked up to a heart monitor in a hospital bed.

This was sadly not a new experience for Neil, but not knowing what had landed him in the hospital was.

“Oh good. You’re alive.” As a hand touched his arm.

Neil turned towards the voice “‘Drew?”
Coming out a little slurred. “What happened?” Before shutting his eyes against the lights.

“I thought you had that martyr complex beaten out of you. I told you no one asked for it, especially me.” Andrew’s hand was now squeezing Neil’s arm so tightly the circulation was being cut off. Neil flinched opening his eyes to look at Andrew again. Andrew immediately dropped his hand and pushed the nurse call button on the side of the bed.

While Neil was being checked out, Andrew stepped back and leaned against the wall. None of the hospital staff acknowledged him even though it was well after visiting hours, and Andrew was technically not family.

Neil was pronounced to have a concussion, a broken nose, a small fracture on his left arm, a broken collarbone, and several deep muscle bruises. The doctor parted with the sentiment that he should be thankful both cars were driving slowly on the bend of the road, or it could have been much worse.

Neil had to remain on bed rest for 4 days, for the concussion, unless symptoms worsened, and take it very easy for the rest of the week. Neil would not be cleared for practice for another ten weeks. Six weeks for the fracture and the collarbone to heal and another four to build the muscle back up slowly.

Neil knew his coach would reinforce these rules. Neil had tried to play one time before recovering properly from a sprained ankle and his coach had benched him for two weeks.

The recovery time did not bother Neil nearly as much as Andrew’s expression throughout the examination. His eyes grew darker and darker as Neil’s injuries were being listed out.

After the doctors left Andrew still had not moved from his spot on the wall. He would not make eye contact with Neil even after he called his name. Andrew seemed frozen.

Neil could not figure out why this was affecting Andrew so badly. Neil had been injured before and normally Andrew just grew more possessive. Crowding into Neil’s space more than usual. Needing physical contact not just remaining in each other’s eye line.

To be honest Neil loved it. Neil had spent all off his life trying to avoid being the center of attention, because attention had only caused him pain. His father beating him when he spoke too loudly, his mother slamming him into walls for getting awards at school, and Riko slicing into him when he ran too fast.

But with Andrew attention meant only good things. It meant blow jobs, holding hands, forehead kisses, long naps, shirtless Andrew, and days where they never left the bed. Days Neil never felt the itch to run. Andrew kept him entertained through one means or another.

It hit Neil suddenly like a racquet to the stomach. Knocking his breath out and leaving devastation. “You are mad at me for protecting you.”

Andrew’s head snapped up, his eyes burning “I never asked you to protect me.”

Neil flinched at the noise level, but pushed through the pain. This point was worth the pain. Andrew was worth the pain. “You don’t have to ask. Being this means I get to protect you. That’s part of the point.”

Andrew’s glare intensified. “Junkie I have never needed protection, and I sure as shit don’t need it from someone who can’t even protect himself.”

Neil’s head was pounding and it just made his rage push to the surface before he could stop it. “Just because you’re too fucked up to believe you are worth protecting, doesn’t mean everyone else is.”

Andrew shoved himself off the wall and closed his hand around Neil’s throat for a split second before releasing him and slamming the door open against the wall. The influx of light and sound was too much for Neil. It caused his head to feel as if it were going to explode and Neil passed out once more.

When Neil came to, Andrew was siting beside the bed staring at him. His hands were folded beside Neil’s arm with his chin resting on top of them. Neil opened his mouth to say I’m sorry, but Andrew, sensing his intentions, covered Neil’s mouth.

“If I am worth protecting it’s because of you.” With one final warning squeeze for Neil not to say anything stupid Andrew removed his hand. Neil arched his neck and raised his head. making his desires know, and Andrew sighed before leaning down and kissing Neil on the mouth. The kiss was much too short, as far as Neil was concerned, so he continued leaning towards Andrew.

Andrew scoffed quietly before gently pushing Neil’s shoulders back down. “Go to sleep junkie. I will still be here when you are coherent.” Neil’s headache decided to reassert itself at that moment, so he laid back down without a fight.

“You were always worth protecting.” Before slipping back into the darkness.

Patater Week Day 3

This is laaaaaate.  But it’s also like hella long so I feel like it’s justified.

Day 3: Fake Dating/Secret Relationship

“Kenneth, have you found a nice young man yet?”  Kent’s Grandmother squinted at the camera on his mom’s ipad.  “You know the Priest at church has a nephew and he’s quite good looking.  He’s a Kindergarten teacher, and I think you would just love him.  He even likes your hockey!  He teaches a team for children at the rec center on weekends.  I see him there when I have my water aerobics.”  She nodded.

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Ellen’s in Y/N’s ear (Shawn Mendes x Reader)

Summary: Ellen Degeneres sends famous (your profession) Y/N to a local coffee shop with an earpiece. Y/N must follow everything Ellen tells her to say. It is a funny game until Y/N realizes her long-time crush Shawn Mendes happens to be in that very coffee shop. Ellen got to have her fun.

Italics= what Ellen is saying

A/N: Who doesn’t love Ellen?

Originally posted by me-inpassing

“Alright, so in honor of her 18th birthday and all the success she has had this year, we sent (your profession) Y/N Y/L/N to a local coffee shop in Toronto where she is staying. I know, she actually prefers Canada.” Ellen Degeneres winks to her laughing audience.

The audience’s attention refocuses on the screen in front of them, showing Y/N in comfy sweatpants and a tank top.

Okay Y/N, if you hear me scream out loud: “It’s freezing cold outside, but I want to show off my abs!”

Y/N chuckles and whispers: “What abs?”, before shouting:

“IT’S FREEZING COLD OUTSIDE, BUT I WANNA SHOW OFF MY ABS!”

The people standing around her stare at her and laugh softly.

Okay Y/N, walk in the shop. 

Y/N grabs the door, and opens it, stepping into the nice coffee-smelling building.

Sniff around, and look like you’re heavily enjoying the aroma of coffee around you.

Shaking her head, Y/N walks further into the shop, sniffing around. She shuts her eyes and sighs.

The audience laughs, some of them muttering how she looked high while doing that.

What Y/N and Ellen did not know however was songwriter Shawn Mendes was sitting in the corner and had raised his head up from his phone upon Y/N’s arrival.

The corners of his lips tugged up into a smile. Shawn had always harboured a little crush on the renowned (your profession). They were following each other on social media and occasionally would retweet each other’s posts and such. Each time Y/N liked his posts, or tweeted something so goofy reflecting her personality, Shawn always had a little warm fuzzy feeling in his chest. They had met at the Teen Choice Awards, and he remembered clearly how amazing she looked in her dress and how much he couldn’t stop thinking about how they took a picture together on the red carpet. Since then, Shawn only saw glimpses of her at other award shows but never had time to go speak to her.

So, seeing her there today made his heart leap. He has never seen her in anything other than dazzling gowns, but he found her just as effortlessly beautiful in a laidback casual outfit.  

Okay, so walk up to the cashier.

Y/N coughed and whispered:

“Ellen um there’s a line.”

Cut the line! An audience member shouted. Ellen smiled. Cut the line.

Y/N took a deep breath in, and slid in in front of a man waiting in line.

“Um, excuse me?” He said.

Say you’re a celebrity.

“Yes sir, I’m sorry I cut you, but I am a celebrity.” Y/N responded, blushing slightly.

Ellen rolled around in her seat with laughter.

“Well miss that’s not an excu- Wait Y/N Y/L/N?” He gasps.

“Yes.” Y/N giggles.

“No way, my daughters love you! Can I get a picture?”

“Oh yeah, great! Tell them I say hi!”

And the man takes out his phone, snaps a picture of them together and leaves straight away exclaiming to his phone; without his coffee.

Alrighty then, Y/N you got out of that.

Y/N grins cheekily.

Shawn watches from a distance, a little perplexed. Was Y/N actually that rude about being famous? But yet again, her grin at the end was impossible to hate.

Y/N walked up to the cashier, waiting for Ellen’s directions.

Ellen kept quiet, pursing her lip to hold back laughter.

Y/N clears her throat, looking from side to side as the cashier watches her expectantly.

Playing with her hair awkwardly, she bites her lip.

“Can I help you miss?” The cashier asks once again.

“Hmm, oh yes.”

“So what can I get you?”

“Yep.” Y/N responds. She looks up to the hidden camera, raising her eyebrows slightly at Ellen.

Meanwhile in LA, Ellen is red from holding her breath and the audience is on the edge of their seats, waiting for Ellen and Y/N’s next move.

“I’m sorry, so what would you like to order?”

“Yeah that’s the one.” Y/N continues, swaying slightly from side to side on the balls of her feet to release some awkward tension.

“So uh miss, would you like to maybe hear the specials?”

Say: No, I know exactly what I want.

“No sir thank you I know exactly what I want.” Y/N answered.
“Okay perfect what would that be?”

Ask for a smoothie.

“Can I get a smoothie?” Y/N exhales, relieved the silence didn’t go on.

“Yes of course, we have strawberry, honey melon and mixed berry.”

Respond: Ooh I love melons. They look a little bit like breasts. You know with the little circle in the middle.

The color rose in Y/N’s cheeks.

“Ooh I love melons. They look a little bit like breasts. You know with the little circle in the middle. Looks like a nipple…” Y/N blurted out.

The cashier rose his eyebrows, then laughed out loud.

“Oh you are funny miss. So one small honey melon smoothie?”

“Yep, that’ll be that.”

Ellen then got an idea. Remembering her previous Ellen in Your Ear episodes, she decided to get a little bolder. Y/N, say: “But of course they don’t look like my breasts. Those melons are huge!”

“But of course you know, melons don’t look like my breasts. Ha ha um no, those are hu-uge.” Y/N gestured, positively red by now.

Shawn let out an involuntary laugh, clapping his hands on his mouth. This went unnoticed by Y/n who was too embarrassed and busy trying not to laugh, but not by Ellen.

“Wait, camera crew zoom in on the left hand corner. Aah ladies and gentlemen, there is singer-songwriter Shawn Mendes.” Ellen chuckled mischievously. Her audience oohs in surprise. “Y/N walk to the back of the shop and go sit beside Shawn Mendes.”

“Shawn Mendes?” , Y/N thought. Not the handsome, kind, down-to-earth singer Shawn right? The Shawn she has had a crush on for the longest time ever?

Y/N walked to her left, spotting him and sitting down beside him, hating herself for blushing.

“Hey.” She said.

“Hi! It’s so nice to see you here.” Shawn smiled back.

“So what brings you here?” He asked.

I needed somewhere to pee.

“I um yes, needed somewhere to pee.”

Shawn looked a bit confused, but carried on.

“Oh, bathroom’s broken at your place?”

Nope, I just love gross public bathrooms.

“No I just love gross public bathrooms ha. Love em!” Y/N squealed, wondering why she agreed to do this segment again.

“Anyway I heard your new single Bad Reputation and wow I can’t stop listening to it!”

“Wow thanks a lot, is that what you’re listening to now?” Shawn said, pointing to her earpiece.

Y/N closed her eyes for a second. Shoot busted, she thought.

“Yep.”

Hand him the earpiece.

“Here, listen.” Y/N said, taking it out and giving it to Shawn.

He accepted it, feeling his flesh burn as he grazed her fingers and stuck it into his ear.

“Hello Shaaawn.” Ellen said into the earpiece.

“What? Y/N who is this?”

Y/N merely grinned and gestured to him to keep listening.

“It’s meeee, from Finding Nemo.”

“Ellen?” Shawn asked.

“Yeah!”

“Oh! That explains why you were doing and saying such weird things.” Shawn threw his head back in laughter as he placed the earpiece down on the table.

“So I’m guessing you heard what I said, eh?” Y/N cringed.

“Yes, it was very entertaining.”

“Eeven the melon part huh?”

“It was one of the best parts.” Shawn chuckled.

“Oh, and just so you know, I don’t actually enjoy peeing in public bathrooms.” Y/N remembered, earning her another laugh from Shawn.

“Well um, there’s this beautiful restaurant downtown, and their bathroom is not um gross.” Shawn said.

“Is this your way of asking me out to dinner?” Y/N giggled.

“Yes, you caught me.”

“Well I’d love to check out that restaurant. For their bathrooms, of course.”

“Yes yes of course.”

They sat there for a tiny while, just smiling back at each other, dumbstruck and not believing their luck.

“Yo lovebirds, you forgot I can hear and see everything.” Ellen shouted into the earpiece, causing the pair to jump.

“Oh right, excuse me Shawn I have to end the segment.” Y/N joked.

She stood up and said at the top of her voice to the people in the shop:

“Hey guys! I’m Y/N and if you saw what weird things I have said, it’s because… You’re all on the Ellen Degeneres Show!” She waved her hands happily at the cameras as the coffee shop cheered with glee.

“So, maybe we can check that restaurant out right now?” Shawn stood up next to her.

“I’d love to.”

“Okay, that wasn’t the best Ellen in Your Ear since there was no dancing involved, but if they do get together, I’m taking full credit.” Ellen stood up and said to her audience. They laughed and cheered, as TV screens worldwide went to commercial.

"Rogue One" May the Fourth Rewatch

Because I still have feelings about this movie.

Those goddamn tragic Ersos. I can’t deal with them.

I ship myself with Cassian and his leather jacket of moral ambiguity™.

Still not into the whole Bor Gullet thing, sorry.

God, Lyra hated Krennic so much, but really, Lyra, join the club (maybe you were president).

Uuugh, Cassian’s face when he saves Jyn by shooting the Partisan rebel who’s about to blow her up with a detonator. CAPTAIN NO CHILL. I am constantly emotionally compromised by that man.

I’m so sad for Bodhi and Baze as they watch Jedha destroyed. This was their home. Both Riz Ahmed and Jiang Wen do such an amazing job showing that unnamed grief on their faces.

Kaytoo has the slickness of Han Solo a la “uh… everything’s perfectly all right now. We’re fine. We’re all fine here now, thank you. How are you?

“Baze Malbus was once most devoted guardian of them all.” I need more about this!

I have feelings about how Jyn refers to Galen. When she’s trying to keep her distance, she calls him “Father.” But when she loves him, when she’s before his eyes, he’s “Papa.” He dies on the platform on Eadu and he’s Papa again.

Orson Krennic is not a great villain. He fills no omens heart with dread. Af best….extreme aggravation. That said, Ben Medelsohn plays him perfectly, because you know who Orson Krennic is? He’s that coworker/boss that lives and breathes his job, who has no life outside of work, who makes his coworkers’ lives a misery. He’s a company man who perhaps believes more in himself and in his self-importance and his right to rise in the ranks more than he actually believes in the cause or the company (in this case, the Empire) itself. No wonder Tarkin and Vader both hate him so much.

Wet Cassian on Eadu… O_o

I feel that everyone on Rogue One makes up a little part of Jyn. She’s part Cassian’s drive and passion, Bodhi’s inherent kindness, Chirrut’s outsized confidence and swagger, Baze’s grumpiness, and Kaytoo’s saltiness.

Krennic’s whole demeanor on Eadu when Galen Erso dies–when he kills all the engineers except for Galen, when he stares back at Galen’s body on the platform–that’s some Obi-Wan/Anakin levels of “I loved you! You were my brother!” angst. Except less brotherly, if you know what I mean.

Yo, did anyone else notice how Cassian is totally using his bedroom voice when he tells Jyn, “Welcome home”? It’s all low and husky. Nevermind the fact that his face is 6 inches away from hers and he’s leaning into her and she’s looking up at him with the most open and relaxed face we’ve seen the whole movie even though essentially they have all just signed up for a suicide mission.

I’m pretty sure Tarkin decided to blow up Scarif the moment he realized Krennic was there. (See above for the reason why.)

Would Rogue One have at least partially survived if the Rebel Fleet had not arrived and drawn so much attention? Would they have closed the gate? Would the Death Star not have fired on it if Tarkin believed it to just be an isolated incident instead of a full-on rebel attack?

I’m so proud of Bodhi taking charge on the landing pad on Scarif when he calls into the tower and misdirects the Imperials there about the attack–and then directs the other rebels to also call in! Is toughness and bravery keeps showing up in such amazing little ways.

When Jyn gives Kaytoo a blaster and he says, “Your behavior, Jyn Erso, is continually unexpected,” consider this: Kaytoo is a droid who deals constantly in probabilities. For him to tell her that she surprises him is for him to say, “You somehow defy my probabilities and calculations and do the unexpected.” Basically him giving her a friendship bracelet in exchange for a blaster.

Baze Malbus’s face when the the rebel fleet arrives during the AT-AT attack–such relief and joy–it’s not a face he makes often, one rarely seen.

I’m convinced now that Jyn is not, nor was she meant to be a charismatic leader. She can’t convince the rebel leaders to go to Scarif. She doesn’t directly lead anyone into battle. Baze, Chirrut, and Bodhi agree to fight because they have all lost something too back on Jedha, and they want to help. It’s not because she gives a speech or tries to convince them. In fact, she doesn’t directly convince anyone–except Cassian. But that’s what ends up being so key. “I’m not the one you have to convince.” But oh ho, Cassian, you are.

She convinces him by just being her, by having this fire inside that draws him for whatever reason. It lights the fire back inside of him, and it pushes him to defy orders, to gather the troops to go on the mission to Scarif. He’s the one who gives the important speeches, whose silver tongue rallies the troops, but he also takes his cues from Jyn–they work together as a team and as equals. It’s so fucking beautiful, guys.

I do wish Jyn’s last line to Cassian wasn’t “Someone’s out there” but what was in the novelization: “I’m glad you came.”

I don’t want to talk about the elevator scene (lies, that’s all I want to talk about, STILL TO THIS DAY), but yeah, you can see that they’re living this whole life together in those looks at one another.

Every time Cassian smiles at Jyn or calls her name I grow stronger and more powerful, so I can basically deadlift 300lbs now.

Kay really loved Cassian and Cassian really loved Kay and the heartbreak on Diego Luna’s face, lord. Really, all his faces. Give him an award for his face.

How my heart breaks when Chirrut decides to walk to the master switch and Baze cries out, “Chirrut, come back!” It’s because he knows what’s going to happen to Chirrut, and he can do nothing to stop it because it is as the Force wills it.

Do you remember how on Kafrene, how Cassian kills Tivik and just climbs the fuck outta there ilke he’s Spider-man? Yeah, I could believe he’d be able to climb back up the data tower to save Jyn after being shot and falling like, 6-12 stories. Especially if he’s running high on adrenaline and FEELINGS.

“Look to the Force and you will always find me.” *WAILS*

I’ve seen in a lot of fanon over the last few months this idea that Jyn is a runner–when things get too tough, she bolts, that she doesn’t have roots, etc. But Jyn Erso is not a runner. She’s the one who gets left behind–by her mother, her father, and Saw. She runs when she’s chased, but when she cares about you? She’s there until the end. She’s there at the end with Cassian. She could run. She’s hurt, but she could have maybe had a sporting chance to find a shuttle off Scarif, but she takes this half-dead man, this person who is the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen in her life, and she doesn’t leave him because he has never left her.

anonymous asked:

Can I have 6 and 100 with Yoongixidol Reader? Please 😁😁😁😍 I really Love your writings!!!

YOONGI X READER 

FLUFFY (FT. ADORABLE YOONGI)

Word Count: 717

I was panicking. Scratch that; that’s an understatement. I was having a full on panic attack in my dressing room. The only thing I needed to complete my look of anxiety was a brown paper bag to breathe in and out of. My prayers were answered when my boyfriend Yoongi burst through the doors.

He closed the door slowly behind him and locked it and then proceeded to stride over to me myfigure crept up against the wall with my chin tucked behind my bent knees.

“Y/N..” He soothed, brushing my hair as I try to fight back some sniffles. “C’mon babe, it’s not like it’s the first time,”  he says moving to sit next to me and putting an arm around me.

I nod. He’s right. I’ve performed on stage numerous times, but never at an award show with my peers sitting in the audience and my family and friends watching on T.V.

“I know. It’s just there’s so much that could go wrong to night. I’m not in a group like you, so I’m all alone up there and it’s just terrifying.  ”

“Stop that. You’re not going to mess up-”

“I might not. But it’s the possibility that I could that scares me.”

Yooning huffs and gets up off the floor. “C’mon,” he says extending his hand out to me. I shake my head stubbornly. “No. I just want to sit in this corner forever and die. They’ll call me idol-corner lady and I’ll sing facing in the opposite direction because I can’t handle their stares.” I know I’m being dramatic and most of what I’m saying is being swallowed by my hair but it’s just how I feel right now. Yoongi isn’t having it though. He pulls me up and takes me by hand out the door. I whine as we walk down the narrow backstage halls which earns me a few glances which I ignore. I can’t afford to be self-conscious about my looks either.

Eventually we reach Bangtan’s dressing room and Yoongi pulls me inside and sits me down on the couch in the centre of the room. I greet the others who are around either sleeping, on their phones or getting ready.

“Y/N! Hey how are you?” Taehyung says giving me a big hugh which I surely needed. Yoongi brushes him off saying, “She’s fine. Fine.” Even though of course i’m kind of the opposite of fine?

Yoongi gathers the members to sit around me on the couch and he stands before us. “Everyone. Y/N is performing tonight and she is nervous because she will be alone on stage. So we are going to have a pre-performance where she can have the best company there is; me” He says smirking at the end. The boys whoop and cheer and Yoongi pulls me up. He plays my song and motions for me to start singing. I’m not nervous singing in front of the boys though. I’ve been dating Yoongi for a while now so I’ve gotten used to them and began to feel very comfortable around them like I would brothers.

I sing and do my choreography, turning back and laughing at Yoogi’s generic girl-group dance moves behind me. He twirls me and mouths the lyrics “I love you” to me which gains cheers from the small crowd we have in the dressing room.

Yoongi being to pop out of from behind my sides making me laugh and then he twirls me again. He tries to mirror my choreography at the break but he’s failing miserably and Namjoon and jin are hasty to call him out on it. He slyly flips them off though and turns his finger into a dance move, pretending to do the disco.

Eventually the song ends and we received a standing ovation and I get reassurance that I’ll do amazing later on during the real performance.. Everyone comes over and embraces me in a group hug so tight i can barely breathe but I don’t care. Eventually we are hugging for a bit too long and Yoongi shoos everyone away from me.

Yoongi sits down and pulls me next to him. “Thank you.” I say, laying my head down on his shoulder. “Anything for you. You’re my soulmate and you will do amazing.”

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✖ Characters/relationships: Original!Percival Graves x Reader

✖ Genres: Power play, smut

✖ Summary: Reader is a new Auror at MACUSA but she doesn’t slip past an experienced eye of Percival Graves. @Anonymous

✖ Disclaimer: All characters are at least 21 y/o unless stated otherwise.

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I need some angst... Hanzo, Genji and Zarya's trying to find their s/o who is fighting talon soldiers, and when do find them, they end getting shot right front of them... But somehow ending surviving.

Hanzo


He keeps to the rooftops, far removed from the chaos in the streets. His sonic arrows show him a path through the worst of it and when he stumbles over his teammates, cornered and trying to find their way back to the point, he helps as best he can. McCree waves a thanks at him when he shoots an attacker that would have flanked him but Hanzo barely sees. He’s searching, wasting his sonic equipment to save those crucial few seconds. The terrain is dominated by narrow alleys winding between high buildings that cast perpetual twilight on the streets below and carry echoes until their source is all but indeterminable. What he needs is visual confirmation, that’s the only way he’s ever going to find you in time. The last thing he heard from you was your frantic request for backup, the comm line breaking before you could pass on your position. He didn’t wait for Reinhardt’s permission to go look for you, knows there’s a lecture about teamwork in stock for him, but his team has things under control. You might still be in trouble.

Another arrow loosened and finally your silhouette appears before his eyes, unmistakably alive. Just a little more, around this chimney, he almost slips because he doesn’t look where he’s going, keeps his eyes on you, fearing you might disappear. He spots the man taking aim behind you before you do. And though he shouts, screams in fact so loud his lungs feel like bursting, he’s too far away for you to hear. The gunshot overcasts the sonic waves of his arrow, he’s blind to your fate, doesn’t know if you’ve been hit, if you’re still alive.
He trips over his feet the last metres, falls down the roof, not bothering to catch his fall, grabbing an arrow instead and ramming it into the enemy’s head, clean through his skull until the tip pierces his throat from the inside. He gurgles, falls over and Hanzo has to push his lifeless body to prevent it from falling on you.

You’re unconscious, but your hands are covered in blood, you must have tried to still the bleeding, which means you were still alive when you fell. Hanzo sinks to his knees at your side, searches for your pulse and doesn’t find it in his panic. Nothing, except his own heart hammering in his throat. His vision swims, the spot where the bullet struck in almost the exact same place where he impaled Genji nearly two decades ago, the blood-soaked fabric of your clothes clinging to your skin just as it did back then. He thinks he can smell the dojo, the wood and fibre, the incense, as he presses down on the gaping wound, blood squelching through his fingers. He’s doing it wrong, there’s more he ought to do but he can’t remember, doesn’t know, because all he sees is you and Genji, dying underneath his hands.

When his brother touches his shoulder he nearly screams.

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Anonymous said:
Hey! May I request a Josh Dun imagine? Maybe like where the reader gets drunk and they come home to Josh and the reader’s all like “kiss me” and Josh does but he stops her before they do anything else bc Josh wouldn’t take advantage of the reader and it’s all cute and shiz lol. Love your writing! :) <3

*gender neutral

Bright lights, fancy awards, elegant attire, loud applause, crisp champagne, a crowd full of people, and your two best friends, it was a night like no other. Ever since Tyler and Josh’s new album hit the top of the charts, they had been busy as hell. Whether award shows, parties, interviews, concerts, touring, music video filming, or just traveling on the road, they always seemed to be the center of attention. It didn’t surprise you that they had won another award, but you were surprised when they decided to go to the after party. Usually they would bow out, decide to go back to the tour bus, and instead, blast music, eat cereal, and do their own little thing. They were never usually ones for parties. But however, winning an award and just finishing tour, going to a grand scale celebrity party must’ve sounded like the perfect way to celebrate. “Come on, y/n,” Josh insisted. “It’ll be fun. We don’t even have to drink or anything, we can just go there, talk to some people, dance for a little bit, that’s all.”

“Just a couple hours,” Tyler agreed.

“I never said I wasn’t going,” you narrowed your eyes. “I’m just double checking that this is really what you guys want to do.”

“Why? You doubt me and my partying abilities?” Tyler playfully gasped, putting a hand to his chest and acting deeply offended. “Believe me, y/n, I can bust a move like nobody knows.”

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes. “I’m just making sure none of you will chicken out on me halfway through the night.”

“Never,” Tyler shook his head. “I’m on top of the world right now, and I don’t think I want to come down anytime soon. How about you, Josh?”

“Huh?” Josh lifted his head from his phone. “I was just scrolling through the group chat. The party starts in a couple minutes. I’d start heading over now.”

“Teenagers and their phones,” Tyler clicked his tongue.

“I’m researching,” Josh laughed. “I have to find the address somehow.”

It wasn’t long before you guys had arrived, and sure enough, it was just as you had imagined it. There was a plethora of people crowding the dance floor where a professional DJ and live band were playing music, a kitchen equipped with a bar tender serving all sorts of drinks and foods ranging anywhere from a five-foot-tall chocolate fountain to gourmet French fries, a longue where people were smoking and snorting who knows what kind of drugs, and of course, the usual pool table in the corner. “They went all out,” you shouted to Josh over the music as Tyler led you both towards the kitchen.

“Typical party,” he shrugged, putting an arm around you as you approached the bar tender. You and Josh were just friends, but you had to admit, you had a tiny crush on him, and when he put his arm around your shoulder, you couldn’t help but feel a small tug on your heartstrings. You tried to ignore your stupid feelings and took a seat next to Josh before asking for a drink.

“I’ll have a tequila,” you ordered. Josh eyed you strangely. “What?”

“I don’t know,” he tried acting casual. “I think I’m just going to stick to Red Bull tonight.”

“You should have at least one drink,” you argued, thanking the bar tender with a nod as he handed you a glass and you downed a shot. “Loosen up, celebrate, have some fun.”

“I’m already having fun,” he chuckled, popping open the tab of his can before taking a sip. “As long as I’m with you, I’m enjoying myself.”

“Flirt,” you smirked, trying to ignore the blush in your cheeks and ordering another shot. “You sure you don’t want one?”

“Somebody’s going to have to drive us home, remember?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Tyler already agreed to do that on the ride here,” you pointed out. “Here, I’ll order a margarita and you just have a sip or two.”

“Y/n,” Josh began to protest, but you were already waving at the bar tender to hit you up. You started on your next drink and Josh took a deep breath. “Maybe you should pace yourself a little bit. There’s still a lot of the night to go.”

“I’ll be just fine,” you rolled your eyes. That’s when Josh looked down at his phone. “What’s the matter?”

“Mark Hoppus just got here,” Josh explained. “He wants to congratulate me on the award and some stuff, talk for a little bit, catch up. Is it okay if I leave you here?”

“Yup,” you nodded. “I’m not going anywhere!”

“No more drinks,” Josh narrowed his eyes. “Not until I get back anyways, got it? It will only take a couple minutes. Look, Tyler’s right over there talking to Pete Wentz if you need somebody.”

“Don’t worry about me,” you groaned. “Go talk to Mark. I’ll be right here waiting for you.”

“Okay,” Josh complied hesitantly before sliding off his seat, gulping down the rest of his Red Bull, and then heading off to find his friend.

The rest of the night was basically a blur. You remember someone sitting down beside you, either Joe Trohman or Brendon Urie, and they had convinced you to have a couple more drinks. The bar tender had eventually cut you off because you had reached your limit for the night. One of your favorite songs came on and you stumbled onto the dance floor, slurring out the lyrics noisily, a random stranger picking you up off the floor, and then Tyler coming to save you. “Woah there,” Tyler steadied you. “You’re a mess.”

“Where’s Josh?” your incomprehensible attempt at speaking tumbled out of your mouth.

“Hmm?” Tyler cocked an eyebrow. “Oh, I think he went back. He couldn’t find you.”

“He left?” you slurred out.

“Yeah,” Tyler nodded. “To his hotel room. It’s getting late anyways. You should probably go back too. He’ll take care of you, I’ll leave you with him for the night. How about that?”

“I’d like that,” you responded happily.

“Goodness gracious, y/n, you’re reeking of alcohol,” Tyler frowned. “How much did you drink?”

“Just a little,” you replied.

“Uh huh…” he murmured. “Well how about we get you home?”

“Is Josh at home?” you sputtered out excitedly, your mind nothing but a jumbled mess of thoughts.

“He’s at the hotel, yeah,” Tyler answered. “But come on. We’ve got to get you in the car and then drive there too.” It took a while for him to drag you out to the driveway and help you into your seat, but eventually you were sitting shotgun, buckled in, and somewhat sane as Tyler drove down the road.

“Can I talk to Josh?” you wondered.

“Of course you can,” Tyler laughed. “We’ll see him in a little while.”

“No,” you whined impatiently. “Right now.”

“Right now?” he raised his eyebrows, gaze flickering from the road to you. “Uh, sure. You can call him if you want.”

“I can?” you asked eagerly.

“Sure you can,” he chuckled. “I mean, we’ll see him in just a couple minutes, but if you have to talk to him so bad, you can go right ahead.”

You fumbled for your phone in your pocket before pulling it out, somehow by miracle able to properly call Josh on the first try. The phone rang several times before he answered. “Hey y/n,” he greeted. “Sorry, I got kind of sleepy and I asked Tyler to take you home. How are you doing?”

“I’m so happy,” you sighed, slurring your words. “You should’ve been there.”

“Oh gosh,” Josh groaned. “Did you drink some more?”

“Just a little,” you insisted.

“A lot,” Tyler piped up.

“Don’t listen to him,” you argued. “I’m just a bit tipsy, that’s all.”

“You want to stay with me tonight?” Josh offered. “In case you get sick or something? I’m sure you won’t be so happy in a couple hours when all that junk starts to ruin your system.”

“That’s what I was thinking,” Tyler explained loud enough for Josh to hear. “If that’s alright with you.”

“It’s cool,” Josh replied. “You’ll be sticking with me tonight, y/n.”

“Sounds like a plan,” you grinned.

“Don’t get too excited,” Tyler rolled his eyes. “You’re probably going to have a killer hangover tomorrow morning.”

When you rolled into the parking lot of the hotel, Tyler could barely get you standing on your two feet. “I’m kind of dizzy,” you admitted. “Maybe that’s why my feet don’t work.”

“I’m dizzy just looking at you,” Tyler laughed. “Come on, let’s get you upstairs and to Josh’s room.”

“How do I walk if my feet don’t work?” you pouted.

“Your feet work just fine,” Tyler sighed. “You just need to try to use them.”

“I want Josh,” you insisted, swaying a couple times before Tyler stood you upright.

“I’m about to give up on you,” Tyler glared playfully. “Don’t make me call him down here to carry you.”

“I’d like that,” you giggled cheerfully. “I’d like that a lot.”

“Y/n, you are so drunk,” Tyler rolled his eyes.

“I want to see Josh,” you complained as he tugged you towards the door of the hotel, shoving you towards the elevator. “I love Josh.”

“Oh, I’m sure you do,” Tyler smirked. “You don’t have to be drunk for me to figure that out.”

“I love him so much,” you repeated.

“Well you better behave yourself,” Tyler narrowed your eyes, helping you out of the elevator and supporting you as you ambled down the hallway to Josh’s hotel room. When Josh opened the door, he stared at you, widening his eyes.

“Oh geez,” he muttered. “I thought I told you not to drink anymore!”

“You got it from here?” Tyler asked, pained look on his face. “I’m dead tired. Y/n’s been quite the handful.”

“Hey!” you snapped. “I’ve been an angel!”

“Have you now?” Josh chuckled.

“I’m going to turn in for the night,” Tyler sighed. “You have fun with that one.”

“I’ll try,” Josh teased. He lugged you into the room and sat you on the couch. “Try to get some sleep, okay?”

“No!” you whined, tugging at his arm when he tried to walk away. “I want to stay with you.”

“You want me to stay out here for a little while until you fall asleep?” he wondered.

“I want to fall asleep with you,” you corrected. “Pretty please? With a cherry on top?”

“You’re cute when you’re drunk,” he rolled his eyes.

“You’re cute all the time,” you insisted.

“Sure,” Josh laughed. “Come on, how about you join me and we can go to my bed?”

“Bed?” you raised your eyebrows and grinned.

“Stop it,” he shook his head. “I mean so we can sleep.”

“You want to sleep with me?” you smiled slyly. “Joshua Dun.”

“You’re just being silly,” he argued. “Come on, we’re going to go sleep. In bed. Now.”

“Whatever you say,” you shrugged, goofy grin still plastered on your face as he just laughed and scooped you up in his arms, carrying you to the hotel bed and before tucking you in. “Bridal style.”

“That’s right,” he chuckled. “I don’t want you falling on your face, it’s best if I carry you.”

“You carry me like a bride,” you yawned happily. “Does that mean we’re going to get married?”

“Sure,” he joked. “If you want.”

“That would make me so happy,” you sighed, turning over to face him, scooching closer to him underneath the sheets. “You and me, together forever.”

“You’re so drunk,” he laughed. “I bet you won’t even remember any of this tomorrow morning.”

“Is that when our wedding is?” you tilted your head. “Tomorrow morning?”

“Sure, why not,” Josh decided.

“Can I ask you something?” you frowned. “It’s important.”

“Of course,” he smiled. “Anything you want.”

“Can you kiss me?” you inquired, hopeful eyes gazing up at his. “Please?”

“Uh…” Josh stared at you for a second, debating it. “I’d love to, really, but I think you’d rather have me kiss you when you’re sober. So you remember, you know?”

“So you want to?” your eyes lit up.

“Yeah,” he admitted. “I’d love to. But I’d also want you to remember.”

“Maybe I don’t need to remember,” you offered. “Maybe it can be our secret. Just tonight.”

“Just tonight?” Josh raised an eyebrow, still contemplating it in his head. You were being awfully tempting, and those lips looked so soft and sweet, but he knew it was wrong. He shouldn’t do anything you wouldn’t be comfortable with sober. Much less, he had just confessed that he wanted to kiss you! He was crazy! What if you remembered that tomorrow morning? What if it was just your drunk self-talking? Questions swirled around in his brain and doubt began to eat away at him, anxiety slowly seeping into his brain.

“Please,” you begged. “Come on, Josh. Just one kiss won’t hurt.”

“I guess it won’t,” he agreed shyly.

“Then come on,” you insisted, staring at him. You lowered your voice to barely a whisper. “Just kiss me.” He leaned in and rested a hand behind your head, pulling you close and kissing your lips gently, lingering a moment before pulling back, opening his eyes and staring at you.

“I love you,” he breathed, still lost in your eyes, trying to figure out what he had just done, much less, said.

“I love you too,” you grinned. “Come on, let’s not stop there.” You leaned in for another kiss but he shook his head, closing his eyes tight before opening them again.

“Not tonight,” he took a deep breath. “Maybe when you’re sober, but I um, I shouldn’t have done that y/n. You’re not thinking right.”

“I’m thinking perfectly fine!” you rolled your eyes. “Please Josh, I want more.”

“So do I,” he mumbled. “But I really don’t think we should do this now.”

“Josh,” you stated his name and reached forward to grab his shirt, snaking your hands down his chest and trying to tug it up. “We can’t stop there.”

“Yes,” he chuckled. “We can. We should.”

“I want this off,” you whined, tugging up his shirt again but he just laughed nervously, tugging the hem of his shirt back down to his waist.

“Let’s try to keep our clothes on, okay?” he raised his eyebrows. “I think it’s best you get some sleep, clear your head, and we’ll try this again some other time.”

“Not another time,” you complained. “Now.”

“I know, but we can’t,” he insisted. “It’s not right.”

“Didn’t it feel so good though?” you argued. “Your lips on mine? Being so close? Just the two of us, in this bed, together? Didn’t you feel something?”

“I did,” he nodded slowly. “However I think you just aren’t in the right circumstances to do any of that right now. You probably don’t even understand half of the things you’re saying. How about we cuddle and fall asleep, is that okay?”

“I want more than cuddles,” you persisted.

“Look, y/n, I’m sorry,” he sighed. “But please, I’m not going to argue with you anymore. Let’s just go to sleep. Please?”

“Okay,” you mumbled.

“Thank you,” he sighed. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “Goodnight sweetheart.”

A couple minutes passed before you fell asleep, eyes closed, wrapped in Josh’s arms. You both laid there in silence, a mixture of soft snores, quiet heartbeats, and shallow breathing. That was until the sun filtered through the blinds and there was a churning, horrible, miserable feeling in the pit of your stomach, and you stumbled out of bed, escaping his arms and staggering to the bathroom, flinging open the door and retching all the contents of your stomach into the toilet bowl. Vomiting wasn’t a pretty sight, especially during a horrific hangover, and you felt absolutely embarrassed you had caused the mess in Josh’s hotel bathroom. You heard him stirring in bed, calling your name, and your face instantly turned red. Your head was spinning, a terrible migraine overtaking you, and sure enough, you found yourself puking up even more. You felt Josh kneel beside you, rubbing small gentle circles on your back, brushing your hair out of your face. “I’m sorry,” you sputtered out. “Shit, I’m so sorry-”

“It’s okay,” he reassured. “Don’t apologize.”

“I feel miserable,” you mumbled and he frowned, handing you a towel to clean your mouth and flushing the toilet, helping you up and giving you a hug.

“I told you not to drink anymore last night,” he reminded.

“Did I?” you wondered, watching his eyes soften as he released the embrace.

“You don’t remember anything… do you?” he whispered.

“Why? Did uh, did something happen?” you looked around and started to realize how strange it was that you slept in Josh’s bed, he was cuddling you this morning, and you supposedly got absolutely wasted last night. “Fuck, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he shook his head. “Don’t worry about it, nothing happened. I just let you stay here for the night because I was afraid you might get sick. I’m glad I did, I mean, I wouldn’t want you all alone with a horrible hangover.”

“Thank you,” you stuttered out. “Goddammit I feel absolutely miserable.”

“I’ll get you a glass of water and some Advil,” he decided. “Just take it easy, okay? When you’re done you can just lay on the bed. Got it?”

“Yeah,” you nodded slowly. “Thanks so much.”

“No problem,” he gave a small smile. “I just really hope you feel better soon.”

You took a wet washcloth and wiped your face, taking a deep breath, then heading to the bed, rolling underneath the sheets. Josh approached you, handing you a cup of water and a couple Advil, which you downed and thanked him before resting your head on the pillow. “Can you, uh, stay with me? Maybe?” you asked shyly. “I don’t really want to be alone.”

“Sure,” he replied, pulling up the covers and lying beside you. Without thinking, he put an arm around you, pulling you closer, and you smiled. “Uh, is this okay? If I do this?”

“It’s more than okay,” you laughed. “I just wish I didn’t feel so shitty so I could enjoy it more. It’s not often I get cuddles.”

“You got plenty last night,” he chuckled.

“About that…” your voice trailed off. “What um, what did I do exactly? Last night?”

“You were fine,” Josh reassured. “I kept you under control. Tyler made sure you behaved.”

“Behaved?” you took a shaky breath.

“Yeah,” he smirked.

“W-what did I do?” you stammered.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “I mean, obviously you don’t really remember. And when you were drunk you promised it would be our little secret.”

“Josh-” a worried, embarrassed, scared look spread across your face.

“Don’t worry,” he insisted. “Much to your disliking, I made sure we kept all our clothes on.”

“What does that mean?” you grew quiet, twice as self-conscious now.

“You really want to know?” Josh raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I sort of do,” you admitted. “I mean, if I’m as rambunctious as you say I was.”

“Maybe I should tell you when you feel better,” he decided.

“I want to know,” you argued. “Now. Please?”

“You were getting sort of, um, suggestive last night,” he explained. “You wanted to do stuff, but I told you no cause you were absolutely wasted. You got all mopey and sad and kept persisting and we uh, we kissed, once. But then I made you go to bed.”

“We kissed?” your face turned bright red. “Oh gosh, I’m sorry, look I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s okay,” he laughed. “I’m fine. I just thought that um, you might want to know.”

“Yeah,” you nodded slowly. “So… was it a good kiss?”

“Maybe you would’ve remembered if you weren’t so drunk,” he rolled his eyes jokingly.

“No really,” you persisted. “Or was it awkward?”

“Maybe you should find out for yourself,” he suggested.

“What do you mean?” you narrowed your eyes.

“You know exactly what I mean,” he whispered. You stared at him for a second before capturing him in a kiss, pressing his lips on his and feeling him pull you closer, eyes closed, mouths opened, tongues moving in syncopation, his body so close to yours. When you pulled away you both opened your eyes, staring at each other, and you blinked twice.

“Did that really just happen?” you wondered, gasping for breath.

“Yeah,” Josh breathed, eyes staring into yours. “It did.”

“No, like last night,” you clarified, taking a deep breath and still unable to move your gaze away from his. “Did that happen?”

“Not as intimate, no,” he shook his head. “And uh, I don’t know about you, but I liked this one a lot better.”

“Me too,” you smiled. “Hopefully I’ll remember.”

“You think, uh, we should do it again?” he hinted. “Just in case?”

“Josh,” you laughed. “I don’t think I’ll be forgetting any of this anytime soon.”

“Do you still feel horrible?” he tilted his head to the side.

“I feel much better,” you replied. “But like you said, I think another kiss wouldn’t hurt.”

“You know you didn’t have to be drunk to kiss me, y/n,” Josh reminded. “I would’ve kissed you sober just fine. All you had to do is ask.”

“I was scared,” you admitted. “I mean, hell, what’s Tyler going to think?”

“I think he already knows,” Josh laughed. “You told him you were in love with me last night.”

“I did?” you widened your eyes. “What else happened that you never told me about?”

“You wanted my shirt off,” he added.

“I still do,” you teased.

“I’m pretty sure I can make that happen,” he gave a sly smile.

“Yeah?” you grinned.

“Yeah,” he murmured.

“I think I found the perfect cure to a killer hangover,” you chuckled.

“What? Kissing?” he raised his eyebrows.

“Nah,” you shook your head. “You.”