i just wanna make him famous

Strawhat Pirates, Harry Potter AU

Since I’m a fan of both One Piece and Harry Potter, I think it’d be fun to do this. well a lot of artists already did HP AU but this time I just wanted to sort them all myself :))

monster trio should be in Gryffindor together, they can’t be separated. with Luffy as a famous Seeker, Zoro the Qudditch captain, and Sanji as “another potion prince?”. at first I wanna put Sanji into Ravenclaw but, nope, Gryffindor would be best. and Nami, idk she really fits in Slytherin. lucky Slytherin to have her. Robin is a pure Ravenclaw don’t ask. and Brook reminds me of Moaning Myrtle so I put him in Ravenclaw. Brook also wants to join the frog choir. Hufflepuff trio at the back, would make the house more fun. Usopp and Chopper would be herbology buddies. anyway Chopper is a big fan of Honeydukes. and Franky there, he’s cosplaying Dumbledore..

anyway, both One Piece and Harry Potter turned 20 this year! 

Long distance

Title: Long distance 

requestCould I request a tom holland x reader fic where he’s visiting his family in London but misses you so he facetimes you and Harry and Paddy kind of take over and want to talk to you and you love it but tom is just like you done? Does that make sense? Pretty much family fluff! Thanks!

Word count: 1,189

A/N: this was actually pretty fun to make and i hope you guys enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it!

Tagged (permanent): @tomllholland , @manyfandomstohandle , @superheros-and-books , @jor-da-na , @ferls212

You felt your phone buzz in your pocket while sat on the couch channel surfing. You quickly fish it out and smile from ear to ear at the caller ID shown, “Tommy” you press the answer button and fix your hair before the video connects.

“I’ll be right back mum!” you hear Tom shout before his face come into the cameras view.

“Hey beautiful, how are you?” He smiles making you melt further into the couch, his smile could brighten any room and make your bad days better in an instant.

“I would be better if I were with you.” You pout sticking your tongue out at your boyfriend. Tom’s smile deepens before he spoke again, making your heart melt all over again. 

“I know love and I really want to bring you next time okay? My mum really wants to meet you and my brothers, well you know they miss you.” He let a small laugh escape from his lips. “Tell them I miss them as well, you need to fly them down again so we can go back to Disneyworld or something Tom!” you feel yourself start to blush at the thought of his family actually excepting you for who you are.

“TOM!” you heard a scream from toms side of the screen, your smile fades and eyebrows crease in confusion hearing someone call your boyfriend, “Out here!” Tom calls back groaning

“All I wanted was five minuets to talk to my amazing girlfriend who I wont get to see for another week!” Tom sighs as the door behind him opens to reveal his two out of three younger brothers. You smile at the sight of them, you were always fond of Toms littler brothers, Harry, Sam and Paddy.

“Is that Y/N?” you see Harry come up behind Tom with a big smile plastered on his face. You wave sticking your hand further from your face so the camera can catch the movement.

“Hey!” you hear the higher voice of Paddy pout slightly “I wanna say hi too!” Tom flips the camera landscape view so all three of your favorite boys could be in your view. “Hi Paddy.” You smile waving again “Hi Y/N!” his face beams with his cute little crooked smile.

“We were so disappointed to hear that you weren’t coming down with Tom, we miss you!” Harry speaks as he grabs the phone from Toms hand so he can have all your focus on him earning a loud groan from Tom. You just laugh and continue speaking to Harry, “I know I’m so sad I wasn’t able to come down, but Tom did just promise me that he would fly you guys down again soon.” 

You see Tom in the background admiring how much you loved his little brothers and how you always enjoyed talking to them, even when they were being menaces. “Where’s Paddy?” you ask creasing your eyebrows together, “oh he’s right here.” Harry pointed the camera in the direction for less than a second causing your to laugh slightly and a small smile to form on your face. 

“Well I wanna talk to Paddy as well Harry, I haven’t seen him just as long as I haven’t seen you.” Harry sighs and rolls his eyes handing the phone to his younger brother, “But I wanna talk to you as well, okay!” Harry demands from off the side of his brother. 

“Hi Y/N, how are you?” Paddy beams at you making your heart jump from his cuteness. “Hi Paddy, I’m a bit sad that I cant be there right now to get a famous Paddy hug.” You pout sticking out your lower lip slightly. “Well when your were talking to Harry you said Tom is going to fly us out again! So I’ll give you tons of my famous hugs!” you cant help the smile that overtakes your face, Paddy is such a sweet innocent child and all you want to do is protect him for everything. 

“Sounds perfect.” You give Paddy a thumbs up earning the cutest smile from him. “Paddy I wanna talk to Y/N now please.” You hear Tom pout from behind his two brothers. “Tom you get to talk to Y/N all the time, can we pleeeeaase just talk for a few more minuets?” Harry turns his head to plead with his older brother. 

“Fine, I guess I’ll just go inside and help mum out.” Tom finally sighs and gives up opening the door behind him, vanishing from your sight. “Alright time for the tour.” Paddy snickers and you raise your eyebrows “What?” you laugh slightly.

“We want to show you Tom’s room.” Harry states getting up from his spot on the floor with Paddy and they make their way out of the room they were in and up a set of stairs. You see Harry’s face light up when they make it to the door of your boyfriends room.

“Aaaaand here we are.” He spoke as he opened the door and then flip the camera so it was facing Tom’s room now and not Harry’s face. Your jaw dropped slightly taken back by all the posters and action figures on his walls and shelves. Tom’s room looks nothing like this here. Of course it’s because hes a grown man now and not a teenage boy but you can’t help the blush that spreads over your face getting to see your boyfriends young teenage side. 

“What are you guys-“ you hear Toms voice grow closer and stop when you assume he reached the entrance of his room. 

“You guys are dead!” He shouts playfully earning a small shriek from Paddy and causes Harry to crop your boyfriends phone, only getting to hear the playfulness of Tom’s voice as he tries to get his brothers out of his room.

After a few seconds everything gets quiet and you hear a door shut. Did Tom forget I was on the phone you thought when you heard some light shuffling around. “Tommy?” You speak out trying to get his attention knowing it was him in the room.

“Hey sweetie.” Tom’s face comes into your view and your smile was back to being plastered on your face, “Your brothers are adorable.” Tom laughs at your statement “Yeah, a bit of a handful but I guess adorable.” Tom flops onto his bed.

“So just like you.” You say pointing your finger at the camera directed towards your more than amazing boyfriend. “Wha- Y/N, I am nothing like them!” He protests trying his best to act hurt at what you had said.

“Oh whatever.” You yawn slightly “Tommy, babe I think I’m gonna head to bed.” Tom smiles at how cute he thinks you look when you yawn, he says you look like a cute baby kitten but all you think is that you look like a walrus. “Okay, good night my beautiful Y/N.” He whispers and you both lean forward and kiss the camera before ending the call. 

“I cant wait for you to come home.” You whisper before making your way to yours and Toms bedroom to fall into a blissful sleep.

Being Bisexual and Dating Tom Holland Would Include....

A/N: As a bisexual, this needed to be done. Requests are open

tagged:  spidey-loving-starkid

⚥ Being nervous to tell him
⚥ But knowing that in order to be intimate that you both have to discuss your sexual history
⚥ Which would bring up your bisexuality
⚥ Working yourself up just thinking about all the things that could go wrong
⚥ Him knowing something is wrong but waiting for you to say something
⚥ Until you go a whole day without talking to or texting with him
⚥ ‘babe, what’s wrong? You’ve been distant
⚥ you not saying anything at first but then breaking your walls down once you see the look on his face
⚥ *whispers* ‘i’m bisexual
⚥ ‘i’m sorry, love. I couldn’t hear you
⚥ him just rolling his eyes and going back to his phone ‘yeah and so? You want a cookie or…?
⚥ you just staring at him in shock bc you had expected the worst
⚥ after five minutes of silence, you jump on him ‘WHY ARE YOU SO CALM
⚥ him pulling you into his arms and holding you tight ‘bc it doesn’t matter to me
⚥ you being over the moon bc he’s so accepting
⚥ him making fun of you bc you were so nervous
⚥ ‘y/n attacked me, haz! Attacked me!
⚥ you and Harrison agreeing that he deserved it
⚥ him getting you a cute bisexual themed shirt
⚥ ‘you don’t have to wear it but i saw it and thought of you
⚥ you wearing it out on a date
⚥ fans being really supportive and calling you a rolemodel
⚥ ‘fantwittername: i’m so glad y/n felt comfortable enough to come out! It helped me so much
⚥ of course there’s gonna be haters
⚥ but that doesn’t matter to you bc Tom is so supportive and loves you regardless
⚥ him googling famous bisexuals and getting as much information as he can
⚥ being able to talk about how hot (female celebrity name) is
⚥ making him listen to Hayley Kiyoko
⚥ ‘GIRLS LIKE GIRLS LIKE BOYS DO’ yelling as you drive
⚥ ‘so, would you dump me for (female celebrity name)?
⚥ pretending to think about it
⚥ him starting to get anxious watching you
⚥ ‘i’m just messing with you. I love you
⚥ ‘to the moon and back
⚥ surprising him with a ‘i’m dating a bisexual’ shirt
⚥ ‘wanna go to Pride?

Only Us-Dear Evan Hansen {S.M}

imagine six from broadway series// imagine based off of a song from the critically acclaimed and tony winning/nominated musical Dear Evan Hansen, and also one of my all time favorite musicals!

author’s note// i love deh more than i love myself but i also love shawn im seeing him july 29th i wanna cry 

broadway series masterlist || regular masterlist

trigger warning!! anxiety mentions,,, reader suffers from anxiety,,, not too graphic,, i know i don’t do trigger warnings but the musical dear evan hansen deals with anxiety so this imagine will as well thank you!! doesn’t mean you can request triggering imagines thank you !!!

“Listen, I just don’t know that you know what you’re getting into, okay?” You had exclaimed, flailing your arms around as you stomped around the room. “It wouldn’t be a horrible decision if you just cut it off now!” Your voice lowered ever so slightly, but it wasn’t a whole lot if we are being completely honest. You were yelling a good bit. You probably would have been yelling if his parents were home, so you were so incredibly grateful that they weren’t. 

“What the hell are you talking about?” Shawn chuckled and folded his muscular arms across his chest. You instantly stopped in your tracks, not quite noticing how much you were pacing across the carpeting in his bedroom, that was packed up pretty much since he was about to move into his own place. 

“You said you wanted to talk!” You flung your arms up again, the sleeves of your light blue sweater swiftly falling down your arms. It was like, two sizes two big. You really only wore too big blue sweaters. And khaki’s. It was basically a uniform, you needed it to keep yourself sane. You didn’t like change, you didn’t like big things. “Whenever someone says they wanna talk they wanna break up with said other person!” Your arms plopped down to the sides of your body. His eyebrows raised, and you instantly regretted the statement that had just left your mouth. “Oh my god, not that we’re like officially together I shouldn’t have assumed I real-” You hadn’t noticed that Shawn had taken a couple of steps towards you, and pulled you right into his huge frame. His arms that you thought were physically perfect wrapped around your small frame. 

“Stop it, I don’t want to break up with you!” He chuckled again. 

Oh, what a heavenly sound. 

“I’m so sorry if it worried you when I said I wanted to talk. I should have known better. Please don’t think I want to break up with you oh my god.” His hands went to your head, pulling you more into his chest. 

“You should.” You squeaked out, finally pulling your arms around him, locking your fingers together. “I can’t go to your concerts unless I’m backstage and even then i’m…” You trailed off, pushing back the tears that willed themselves to fall from your eyes. 

“It doesn’t matter!” He pushed a kiss to the top of your head. “You don’t need to come to my shows!” He squeezed you just a little tighter. The pit of nervousness that started forming in the bottom of your stomach when Shawn had said he needed to talk to you when you came over was starting to disappear just a little bit more. 

“I can’t go to events with you, I won’t be able to go out in big public spaces with you.” You added on. You had horrible anxiety and you hated whenever anyone knew too much about your personal life. You didn’t like masses of people crowding around you, and that would be anywhere you and Shawn went. You couldn’t handle people following you and crowding around you. You’d have panic attacks every single day. “I’d embarrass you.” You grumbled. 

“You could never embarrass me!” He reassured you quite passionately. “Of course, I’d never want you to go to anything that could cause you a panic attack. I want to be with you, but I want you to be happy when you’re with me, not scared. Don’t worry if you can’t.” He didn’t pull you closer, but it felt like he was with the words he was saying. 

“Okay.” You stated, still unconvinced. He knew it too. 

“Listen, who cares what everyone says! It’ll be us, only us. You don’t need to find reasons for me to want you or even to not want you. I like you for you, nothing else. I promise, I promise more than anything. It doesn’t matter what happened before, it doesn’t matter!” He continued to cause that anxious pit in your stomach to shirk even more. “No one else, okay? Just us. Only us.” It completely disappeared and all you knew was Shawn and that you loved him. It didn’t matter if he was in the public eye, it didn’t matter he was famous and everyone expected him to have a famous girlfriend he could be seen in public with. He liked you for you. It wasn’t impossible to make this work. 

And damn, were you grateful. 

author’s note// i really wanna quit this blog no one cares about it anymore im dying off kidss this was short but i loved it

Snowball Part 5!!!

Heyo. Again I’m gonna start this off by apologising for the lack of updates on this, I haven’t even been that busy, I’m just lazy like I have no excuse haha. Thanks to anyone still following this, I really do appreciate it and without messages and stuff this honestly wouldn’t have gone past the first chapter xx.

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4

Feyre had been working for a few weeks at Mor’s coffee shop now. She worked most days when Tamlin was home, and every day when he was out of town for business. Mor loved having Feyre around to laugh with and had even told her last week that her coffee making skills had considerably improved, but Mor would still politely refuse when Feyre offered to make her a coffee. 

It was long hours and the morning rush could be hectic at best, but Feyre enjoyed the challenge and it occupied her lonesome thoughts. When Tamlin was home he would disappear into his study for hours or be lost in his own thoughts when they decided to go out places for dinner. Feyre didn’t want to talk to him about his work though as she knew it would just worsen his mood, and he had made it very clear he hated talking about work with her. 

Feyre had walked in one morning to see Mor attempting to decorate their specials board with crude attempts at stick figures. Feyre hadn’t meant to laugh but it caught her by surprise.

“I know I’m not very artistic but you know it’s bad when even your stick men get laughed at.” Mor huffed.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have laughed but … does one of them have two heads?”

Mor sighed, “No, it was supposed to be a Christmas hat.”

Hesitantly, Feyre reached for Mor’s chalk, “May I?”

Mor looked surprised but handed the chalk over. She left to keep setting up chairs and tables while Feyre drew. She had a number of paints and canvas’s at home but she hadn’t felt any desire to paint lately, but Feyre got lost in her own drawing and hadn’t even noticed Mor peering over her shoulder.

“Oh my god it looks fantastic!” Mor squealed, making Feyre jump.

Feyre looked it over once, it wasn’t amazing. Done with cheap chalk and in just a few minutes, but it passed for a Winter wonderland scene with snowflakes, reindeer, and people huddled around a fire holding cups of steaming coffee. From then on Mor always got Feyre to decorate the boards after she had written on them.

Mor would sometimes leave Feyre alone for a few hours when it was quiet so she could run some errands and the trust Mor had in her blew Feyre away. Even if she wasn’t always left by herself. Most days Mor’s friends frequented the store such as Amren, a small but wicked looking woman who awed Feyre but also made her want to avoid eye contact. Amren was nothing but friendly towards Feyre and would always leave her an especially big tip so Feyre made an effort to make small talk. Amren owned her own jewellery store where she made her own accessories and was an old friend of Mor and Rhysand’s family.

Rhys’s brutish looking friends, Cassian and Azriel, were also usually hanging around the shop. Their favourite table was hidden away in a dark corner where Azriel would all but vanish in the darkness, but since Feyre had started working, Cassian would drag Azriel to tables that were closer to the counter so they could talk. Despite their imposing looks, Feyre found both of them to be quite friendly towards her and it wasn’t long before she found herself smiling before they had even entered the shop as she could hear their booming voices approaching from halfway down the street. They ordered the same thing every day, just a black coffee for Azriel, no sugar, and Cassian always had the most expensive and extravagant, whipped cream topped coffee they served, complete with chocolate and caramel syrup. 

Rhys had so far kept his distance.

One morning after Lucien had dropped Feyre off for the day, Mor had been telling Feyre about an awful customer she had once had when the door swept open. Mor stopped mid sentence to beam at whoever had just entered. Feyre had her back to the door but she knew who it was was from the intensity of the gaze she felt was trained on her back.

“Well look who finally decided to come and check up on his shop.” Mor teased.

“You know I’ve been busy Mor. As I’m sure you’ve also been, training Feyre to make coffees that surpass even your own.” Rhysand purred.

Mor scoffed, “Who told you that?”


“Next time I’m locking him outside in the cold.” Mor laughed despite her icy tone. “Seriously though are you just passing through or staying for a bit?”

Rhys sighed, “I think I need to just sit down and clear my head. Wanna make me one of your famous coffees?”

“Coming right up!” Mor smiled.

“I wasn’t talking to you.” Rhys said, before flashing me a grin and taking his seat.

“How tragic. Disowned by my own cousin.” Mor said shaking her head. “He likes a cappuccino with two sugars.”

Feyre worked at the machine alongside Mor as she made other orders but Feyre could feel that violet gaze fixed only on her.

“How come Rhys hasn’t been around? Cassian and Azriel are always here.” Feyre asked Mor quietly.

“I think he’s just been really busy lately. He gets restless when he’s stressed so I doubt he wants to hang around here all day.” Mor replied as she turned on the coffee grinder.

The loud machine drowned out most sounds making Feyre nearly having to yell for Mor to hear her.

“Is it work related? The stress I mean.”

“Sort of. He works also as a spokesperson for the Illyrian community, making sure no one treats them badly.”

Feyre hadn’t had much experience with these Illyrians as she had only recently moved to town to be with Tamlin.

“Have people treated them badly in the past?” Feyre ventured.

“Oh Feyre, I wish I could say people in this town weren’t discriminatory but the world just isn’t like that.”

“I’ve never heard of Illyrians.”

“Well you live with Tamlin right? He lives in the flashy part of town, the opposite end to the Illyrian people so you probably haven’t ever seen them.”

Feyre finished making Rhysand’s coffee and moved to bring it out to him when Mor added, “He’s fussy about his coffees, sometimes I have to remake them a few times before he’s satisfied so don’t feel bad if he doesn’t drink it.”

“If he complains we’ll see how much he likes hot coffee poured in his lap.” Feyre said before freezing. Mor had turned the coffee grinder off just as Feyre had started to respond allowing Rhys to hear every word.

Deciding to play it off, Feyre continued on her path to Rhys and set the coffee down before him, arching her eyebrow in a challenge.

Rhys grinned up at her before painstakingly slowly, lifting the cup towards his lips. Feyre watched in anticipation and nearly screamed when he suddenly placed the coffee back on the table.

“It’s a little hot. I think I’ll wait for it to cool. Thank you.” Rhys said while giving her a cocky grin.

Swallowing her annoyance, Feyre marched back behind the counter with a grimace. Mor only laughed, before handing Feyre some new orders.

A few coffees later and Feyre looked up as an empty cup was set on the counter. She looked up to see Rhys gazing at her thoughtfully.

“… Was there anything else I could help you with?” Feyre asked, suddenly remembering that for all his jokes, Rhys was technically her boss.

“You changed the coffee.” Rhys said without any hint of emotion on his face.

Mor, who had been out the back gathering more stock, suddenly reappeared and miserably failed at looking like she wasn’t eavesdropping.

“I tried a different blend. Mor’s been encouraging me to experiment.”

Feyre felt the back of her neck dampen with sweat as Rhys failed to respond, only staring at her mutely.

“Did you like it? I can make another if you didn’t. I’m sorry, I know you like it a particular way-” Feyre babbled before Rhys cut her off.

“It’s okay. I liked it. Could you make me another?” Rhys asked, almost shyly. “Please?” He added as an afterthought.

Feyre nodded unable to speak she was so relieved. Rhys moved back to his table while Mor swooped in on her.

“That was incredible, you even got him to use his manners! I didn’t even see you change up the recipe.” Mor gushed.

But Feyre had already begun making a new coffee and wasn’t really paying attention to Mor.

“He always asks about you.” Mor said quietly.

Feyre froze.

“Nothing weird, just asking how you’re going at work. If you seem happy.” Mor continued.

Feyre said nothing as she went to take out the next coffee to Rhys. He smiled again at her as she placed it down and this time drank from it immediately. Mor watched them from the counter, an odd look on her face.

Over the next few days Rhys would come into the store and ask Feyre to make him a coffee. Sometimes he stayed to chat with her or Mor, other times he would have to leave quickly. Cassian and Azriel asked to try the special coffee that Rhys kept having but neither of them seemed to like it. When Amren asked to try it, she all but spat it back in the cup with an apologetic look at Feyre afterwards, “Sorry, I guess everyone likes their coffee differently.”

Feyre never made Rhys’s coffee for anyone else from then on.

One morning, Rhys was sitting in his usual spot by the counter where he could talk, and more often, tease Feyre, when Mor rushed in.

“I’m sorry I’m late Feyre! Everything’s been okay?” She asked.

“It’s fine, everything’s been going good today except for that weird guy who keeps trying to talk to me.” Feyre laughed while motioning at Rhys.

Rhys just winked and said, “I can’t start my morning without a coffee and your sweet face anymore Feyre Darling.”

Feyre responded with her usual, “Prick”, before turning away to serve a customer.

“She seems to have warmed up to you.” Mor said breezing past Rhys.

When there was no longer any people to serve, Rhys joined Feyre and Mor at the counter. He was staring at the specials board which still showed part of Feyre’s Winter wonderland scene and now also had a drawing of a coffee with a Santa face dusted in the foam.

“Now I know you didn’t draw this Mor.”

“First, I’m offended you think I have no artistic skills. Second, I’m impressed with how well you know me. Feyre is our resident artist.”

“You’re very good, ever think about doing an arts degree?” Rhysand said to Feyre.

“I have… but I don’t really think it’s for me.”

“Why not? You clearly have the talent for it.”

“I already told you, I can’t.” Feyre said angrily.

She turned from him and went to clear some dirty tables. When she returned Mor and Rhys abruptly stopped their conversation.

“Well I’m going to go do a stock order, Feyre do you think you could update the specials board? Thanks!” Mor said chirpily before disappearing out back.

Fear seized Feyre as she wiped clean the board. Rhys hadn’t said anything since she’d finished cleaning and she didn’t appreciate the way his keen eyes watched her. Feyre held up the chalk just inches from the board but couldn’t bring herself to write anything.

“What’s wrong?” Rhys asked, concern tingeing his voice.

“Nothing. I just don’t feel like doing this right now.” Feyre was horrified to feel tears beginning to well up.

Now Rhys seemed really concerned. “Feyre?” He asked. “Are you okay? Talk to me.”

Feyre couldn’t even look at him she was so embarrassed. She fought with herself for what felt like hours. On one hand she wanted to tell Rhys about her biggest weakness. But on the other, she knew she could be mocked for it or even worse, lose her job over it, and Feyre did not want to stop seeing her friends.

She almost said nothing. Almost brushed it off with an excuse. But when she looked up at Rhys’s face, his eyes were so open and trusting. Nothing but understanding touched his gaze and Feyre knew he had already guessed as much.

“I can’t read.”

Rhys nodded as if he knew all along. “Does Tamlin know?”


“And he never thought to teach you? Or get someone else to?” Now there was anger laced in his words. It instantly made Feyre recoil.

“It’s not like that. I’ve never really had to learn. And it’s not like I’m completely stupid, I’ve memorised a few basic words.”

Rhys paused.

“I’ve upset you. I’m sorry, I don’t think you’re stupid at all.” Rhys quickly apologised.

There was an awkward silence before Feyre spoke again. “I had only just started school when my mother died. My father lost everything to his grief. I dropped out of school to help out around the house. I did paper rounds to get money for food.”

“Where is your family now?”

“A few towns over. When I met Tamlin he wanted me to move in with him almost immediately but I couldn’t leave my family alone. So Tamlin promised they’d be looked after if I went with him.”

“Is that why you’ve never applied to college?”

Feyre nodded.

Rhys pondered this. He started saying something before dropping it entirely. Taking a deep breath he tried a different tactic. “First, let me say that I think you’re incredible for putting your family over your own education. And while it makes no difference to me, and it doesn’t change who you are, but, if you’d like, I could teach you.”

Feyre was speechless. To her, providing and looking after her family had been second nature. No one, not even her father or sisters had ever really thanked her for it. And while it had never caused her regret, Feyre had always hated that small illiterate part of herself. She owned a phone but could barely use it. She had a job but only because it consisted of little reading. It was this that made her reach for Rhys’s hand to shake.


Rhys held her hand for just a little longer than was necessary but it didn’t feel odd to Feyre at all.

Messy Drunk | Fionn Whitehead One Shot

Rating: PG-13 for mild swearing (I think??), drunk people and dirty talk
Requested: yes!
Summary: Usually Fionn is good at moderation, but it seems like with you, all of that goes out the window, his feelings for you have grown more than either of you knew, until one night when he lets it slip not so subtly that he likes you, his best friend, more than he should.


It had been a long night. My in a bad way, but in the sense that it was nearly two in the morning and everyone at the Dunkirk cast party was still going hard. You had been invited, of course, as a friend to Fionn, the two of you were best friends and you were happy to come out to support him after such a huge success.

But you were tired, you had only had enough alcohol to make you drowsy, not crazy and flirtatious like Fionn was acting now.

He had come out of the crowd on the dance floor with two cups, handing one two you and keeping one for himself, almost griping over his own feet on his trip over to you, who was standing still to the side of the dance floor. His slight blinder made him giggle and you smiled at how happy your friend appeared to be, even though he was drunk off his mind.

“YN, drink upppp,” he whined. “You’re not ev'n drunk yet, you should have fun like meee,” you laughed and rolled your eyes at your friends clear intoxication. “No, somebody has to look out for the lightweights who can’t hold their drinks,” you teased, making Fionn pout dramatically, his entire body dropping as he threw his head back.

“YN, I’m not a lightweight, I’ve told you, I just-” he couldn’t think of an excuse for his drunken state and you just nodded, making your skepticism blatantly clear. “Okay, sure, Finn,” he groaned and put his cup down beside the one he’d gotten for you that you’d put on a nearby coffee table.

“Please just dance with me, YN, you’re the most beautiful one here, and-” he hiccuped- “the best dancer, not even Harry can dance as good as you,” you laughed when he brought up his friend, clearly struggling to piece together coherent sentences.

“Fine, a few songs, and then were going to go upstairs to bed, alright?” You waited for him to reluctantly nod in response. The party had at this point moved to Harry’s house so you knew there would be at least one unoccupied guest room the two of you could crash in so you didn’t have to try and drive or call a Lyft or taxi.

Fionn envelopes your hand in his larger one and pulled you onto the dance floor, wrapping a hand around your waist to lead you to the center.

You wondered if Harry had already gone to bed, most likely. You knew that he would rather get up early than stay up late into the night drunk.

Fionn started off jumping up and down to the beat and you joined him, glad you’d taken off your heels hours before and put them in Harry’s room where they would go untouched.

After a few songs, you and Fionn grew more and more tired, and you reserved yourselves to swaying together to the beat, the floor still shaking along with the pulse of the music.

“YN,” Fionn spoke your name close to your ear so you could understand him over the noise. You nodded in response and continued.

“I wanna kiss you, love, not just here,” he put his finger on your bottom lip and applied slight pressure. “I wanna kiss ya all over, and let my hands feel everywhere on that gorgeous body ‘f yours,” your eyes widened, Fionn had never expressed any feelings besides those of friendship towards you up until now and you were having a hard time deciphering if it was repressed feelings or too many shots of vodka talking. “I wanna touch you so well that you scream my name and your legs shake,” he spoke again.

“Fionn, quit being dumb,” you laughed weakly, looking at your admittedly hot best friend.

“’M not bein’ dumb, YN, I like you, I want to touch you and make you feel good,” he said with a serious tone, pulling you close to his chest.

“I know you don’t like me the same way I just- I just, really, really like you, every time you wear my clothes when you sleep over I wanna take them right off and-” he pulled you close to his chest, his hands dangerously close to the curve of your ass. His voice was sadder now, but clearly he hadn’t been completely shut down by your words. You had no motivation left to try and silence him so you allowed him to keep talking, figuring that both of you would only faintly recall tonight’s conversation.
“I just- wanna touch ya, make ya feel better than any of those other punk ass boyfriends you’ve kept around for some reason, when you could just have me pleasin’ ya instead,”

His breath was hot and reeked of alcohol on your neck, he planted a gentle kiss to the spot. “I thought I’d grow out of it, that I’d stop wantin’ to taste you when I became famous, or when I started meeting other girls but I haven’t,” he said and he sounded significantly more sober than before.

“Finn,” you started, but he didn’t let you continue, shaking his head.

“No, YN, I could make ya feel so damn good if you just gave me the chance, I’d start here,” he tapped at your neck where he’d planted the kiss.

“And here,” his finger gently landed on your lips. It continued until his finger pointed over where your heart was and then over your ribs and your shoulders and your stomach.

Just as his hand was about to touch lower you grabbed his hand and held it firmly in your own, you’d gotten caught up in the moment and your thoughts that made you question is maybe you wanted Fionn in that way too.

“Finn, let’s get you to bed, okay? You’re piss-drunk, you don’t know what you’re saying now and you won’t remember it in the morning,” you said firmly, as a statement to him but also as a reminder to yourself not to be won over so quickly by his enticing words and touches.

“No, YN, you’ve been drivin’ me mad for years, ’ve wanted to have you for so long,” he said, allowing you to lead him off the dance floor and help him to the stairs that led to the upper level of the house.

You found a guest room and tucked Fionn into the large bed, walking down the hall to see what Harry was up to. Fionn had protested you leaving but you’d made a point that you would only be gone for a little bit, with a kiss to his head that made him lay back in the bed contentedly. He had always been a messy drunk, but this was a while new level, even for him.

You tapped on his door, seeing that the light was on in the room inside. When you heard Harry call out “come in,” you entered gingerly and saw him in bed with his laptop open.

“Working?” You questioned, Harry smiled and nodded. You shook your head. “You’re going to work yourself too hard,” you reprimanded. “Did you at least enjoy the party for a little while?” You motioned to the area outside the door. Harry shrugged slightly. “For a bit, yeah, where’s Finn at?”

You laughed slightly at the thought of your mutual friend that was intoxicating intoxicated in the next room.

“He’s black-out drunk in the bed in the guest room, I made him lay down when he started talking about how badly he wanted to touch me,” you laughed, trying to make the thought seem more ridiculous. You still weren’t sure how you felt about your friend after he confessed his feelings for you, you weren’t even sure that you trusted Fionn’s feelings, not tonight anyway.
Harry’s eyes widened. “He told you?”

Your eyes squinted slightly and your eyebrows lowered, sitting down on the side of Harry’s bed.

“He’s had this crush ‘n you for ages now, everyone’s been telling him to tell you but he keeps holdin’ back, he’s scared he’s gonna embarrass himself, lad should’ve just told you rather than doin’ it now when he can’t think straight,” Harry spoke softly and your head spun, this time due to the information that had just been unloaded onto you and not from alcohol.
“Fionn likes me?” You questioned, shocked. Harry nodded.

“Yeah, has for a while now, too, always tells everyone how beautiful you are, and how funny you are like we can’t already tell,” he laughs a bit, trying to make the atmosphere lighter.

At that moment, Fionn peeped his head in through Harry’s bed room door and quietly called your name.

“YN, are you comin’ to bed? I miss ya,” he admitted softly and you stood up, smiling at Harry softly before taking Fionn’s hand and walking with him back to the guest room.

You’d tucked him into bed beneath the sheets and blankets when he grasped your wrist, halting your movement away from the bed.

“Stay, YN, I could- I could pleasure ya,” he sat up again and reached for your ass, his hands wrapping around you and pulling you close, starting to assuage your body. You had to force yourself away and reprimand your best friend.
“Fionn, we ca figure this all out in the morning, okay? But I’m not taking advantage of you when you’re drunk and might not even remember this in the morning,” you explained firmly and Fionn laid back down, sighing heavily. You laid down in bed next to him like you always did, he rolled over so his face was close to your own.

“Can I please just kiss you then, at least,” he pleaded. “Friends kiss each other all the time, it’ll be fine,” he spoke with a tone that carried a whining quality.

You couldn’t resist the urge to at least try what Fionn seemed so confident would work, and so you gave up fighting the want to kiss your friend and nodded, both of you leaning in, your lips meeting softly.

After an elongated kiss that was messy and giggly, the two of you broke apart and Fionn yawned. You mirrored his action and the two of you said your goodnights and began to fall asleep.

“YN?” Fionn called out quietly, causing you to peek out of one eye.

“Go to sleep, Finn,” you said, rolling over in the bed.

Finn took the opportunity to grab your waist and pull you closer. “I think I have a crush on you,” he admitted quietly, as if his behavior hadn’t given that away. You nodded. “I know, Finn, go to sleep.”

“Do you like me back?”

You didn’t know how to explain that you were unsure to your drunk friend. So you simply told him to go to sleep again, allowing him to envelop you in his gentle arms and fall asleep the way he’d wanted to for so long now.

You couldn’t help but think to yourself as you were drifting off- after the way your friend had made you feel tonight, maybe you wanted this too.

A Night to Remember (Grayson Dolan x Reader)

Summary: Requested. You meet a stranger at a party with the same dilemma as you; neither of you want to be there. This stranger decides to take you somewhere for the ride of your life.

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 1,564.

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I don't ship BH x Dr. Flug

And before you guys say “ Omgz let ppl ship who they wanna ship” or “it’s just fiction don’t h8” or the famous “quit bitching about it” I HAVE THE RIGHT TO SAY MY OPINION! SO DON’T TRY TO SILENCE ME JUST BECAUSE I DON’T AGREE WITH YOUR SHIP!!!
I hate paperhat because of how toxic it is. It’s obvious BH hates Dr. Flug otherwise he WOULDN’T shove him to the ground, grab his collar, kick him to certain doom, choke him, and yell at him everytime Flug makes a mistake.
There is no CHEMISTRY between them. Black Hat just sees Flug as his scientist. THAT’S IT!
It’s like pairing up a bully with their victim. It’s just not right.
Dr. Flug obviously deserves better and I hope he’s paired up with someone else who doesn’t treat him like shit later on in the cartoon.

I’m sorry if this offends any of you it’s just how I feel about the ship. But don’t let my opinion ruin your fun.
High School Musical 2 in a Nutshell

Everyone: summer
Everyone: summer
Everyone: summer
Everyone: summer jobs
Kelsey: grow
Sharpay: turkey from maine
Troy: hire my friends pls
Jason: wtf i just burned this guys toast
Taylor: the boss is such a creep
Gabriella: ok guys break it up
Kelsey: na na naaa na
Troy: you are gonna get sooo WEEEEEET
Sprinklers: haha fuk u guys
Chad: i dont dance
Ryan: pls
Chad: ok
Gabriella: nice water aerobies oldies
Chad: were like brothers since pre k dude
Troy: fuk u
Gabriella: the plan is always rearranged
Troy: what about us
Gabriella: i never liked this necklace anyway
Sharpay: youre just jealous cuz i won
Gabriella: i don’t wanna play wtf!!!!
Troy: its no good at all, to see yourself and n
Troy: woah this reflection is uncanny
Troy: im not gonna stop notgonnastoptilligetmyshot
Sharpay: humu humu’s back on
Ryan: lol nope
Troy: once in a lifetime
Gabby: hi sorry can I have my necklace back
Miley Cyrus: CAMEOS R FUN

Jeff / Hannah / Y/N

“Wake yo ass up!” a familiar voice screamed in my ear. I awoke from my slumber and looked up to see Jeff, hovering above me with that grin on his face.

Jeff was one of those friends. Yes, THAT ONE. That one friend that you grew up with, that you shared baths with and attended every single birthday party of theirs because your parents we’re childhood friends too

“Fuck off” I moan as I begin to regain conscious.

“Language” Miss Holmes warns from the back of the class. Jeff gathers my books into my bag as I rub the sleep out of my eyes. I thank him and we walk out of the class room and down the hallway together.

“You look a little heated today- a little angry”

“Its blusher” I quickly say

“Sure” he sighs “Now are you gonna tell me the real reason why your in such a shitty mood today?”

I yawn “Me and Monty we’re fighting, if you must know”


“Again” I confirm

“Spill the tea”

“Jeff there’s nothing to spill” I pause “We’re over and that’s all you need to know”

A huge smile was plastered across his face “Thank fuck! That guys a dick”

“Your a dick” I say, playfully slapping him.

We stop as Jeffs locker when Hannah comes over and hugs us both.

“Best tits huh?” She says

“Best ass huh?” I say back

“Ladies. Honestly, thank you but-

“No. Jeff we’re not talking about you. It’s about some list” I say

“A hot or not list” Hannah adds, she turns to me “The guys at our school are dicks”

“I see it as a compliment” I shrug

“Are you serious?” Hannah asks “Their basically objectifying women”

“Okay but it’s not like we don’t do it to them. I remember, just the other day, you saying that Justin’s ass was as plump as a…

“Ew” Jeff says in disgust

“Yeah. Ok. But I didn’t write it down” Hannah says

“Yeah, cos girls are smart, duh” I say, rolling my eyes. We continue to walk down the hallway together.

“But still” Hannah continues “now feel like my ass is a walking target. Don’t you feel like guys are constantly staring at your…” she asks looking down at my beasts

I click my fingers “Hannah my eyes are up here” I tell her, making her and Jeff chuckle.

Jeff opened the door and let me and Hannah walk out before him. Hannah got distracted by her phone so I turned to Jeff.

“You wanna come over later? It looks like you could do with some cheering up?” He asks me

“What?” I laugh “And your the person to do that?”

“Yeah. We can shoot some hoops, watch a movie… I’ll even ask my mum to make her famous chilli prawns” he says, nudging me

“Mmm, those are pretty damn good” I say “Yeah, i come over”

“See you at 8” he says as he begins to walk away from Hannah and I

“Just as a friend!” I add

He turns to face me and walks backwards “When you gonna stop friend-zoning me?!” He yells

“When you get the message!” I shout back

He smiles and I smile too.

“Urgh!” Hannah moans so I turn to her

“What’s up?” I ask

“Nothing. It’s nothing- do you have plans later”

“..I’m hanging out with Jeff.”

“Oh” she says, hanging her head a little

“Why don’t you come too?” I offer

“Nah. I don’t wanna third wheel or anything”

“And what would you be third- wheeling?” I ask “Me and Jeff are just friends

Hannah shrugs “Fine”


So that was my first ever imagine / one shot. Let me know if you want this to be continued or if you have any request for me. I would love to write them xx

anonymous asked:

I know this is kind of out of nowhere, considering everything that's happening, but I loved loved loved "open the pod bay doors" and I'm sorry if this is annoying but.. I really need to know what happens with them?! If you give me even one sentence I would love it. Thank you for writing this ♥️

fjdsklafjaksd oh my goodness bABE I’M SO HAPPY YOU LIKED IT and thank you sosososo much for this message ilysm

anon is referring to this fic!

also i thought about it this morning just for you and—

in the end, even’s professor didn’t mind the fact that even made the script 30 pages long when it was supposed to be 15 pages long (and, yes, he’s still aware that he lied to isak about the page limit because he wanted to spend more time with him, but it’s not like isak has to know that, and, besides, even doubts he’d actually be angry) 

and then his professor encouraged him to make it about twenty pages longer and make it an actual short film & submit it to a film festival, because he thinks it could win some awards — the narrative, though buried under the guise of science fiction, is an important one to tell, and even through the heartbreaking ending, you learn something, you take the question the script leaves you with afterwards; to the car, to your home, to your bed, for days and days afterwards, and you think: what would i do if i had the chance to find myself in my ideal universe?

(and even’s like yeah yeah yeah totally my boyfriend’s a genius; like, not out loud, obviously, because his professor isn’t supposed to know isak wrote most of it but. his boyfriend is a genius, he’ll stand by the fact; like, when it comes to writing and pretty much everything else.)

(and, also, it’s such a thrill to call isak his boyfriend, so he’ll use any excuse to use the word, whether it’s out loud or in his head.)

(so, yeah. his boyfriend.)

so with that in mind, even goes to isak and is like, “so hey, wanna write some more of this script w me and become totally rich and famous?”

and isak, adjusting his glasses and not looking up from the book he’s reading, is like, “no, not really, i was just helping you with it to get to know you, you know that”

and even swoons a little bit, because how can isak make him feel so many stupid things while not even making eye contact with him and, admittedly, probably paying more attention to what his book is saying to him than what even is? he’s a mystery and even is so so gone for him, wow. 

but, so, anyway. even’s like, “awwww BABE you’re so cute??? but also pls help me”

isak eventually agrees because he’s just as hopeless against even as even is against him–

–and so they become a gross duo re: the film with isak being the ~co writer~ and having the story by credit (so, you know, his professor doesn’t immediately think he didn’t write it all himself) and even being the pretentious director for the film

they sweep at the film festival

they keep loving each other for a long, long, long time thereafter; so faced with the question of “what would i do if i had the chance to find myself in my ideal universe?”, even has his answer:

absolutely nothing. because this is where he wants to be.

my #1 favorite thing about lardo duan is that when she meets a very famous nhl player at a party she doesn’t ask for his autograph or gets excited. oh no. she makes him play beer pong with her. she thrashes him at beer pong. she makes him write on a piece of paper that she beat him at beer pong. and then she makes him take a selfie with her. and she gets the whole thing on video.  

& she can’t even be bothered to properly brag to shitty about it ten minutes later. 

it’s lardo’s world & we’re all just living in it

Why I love Wanna One: Jihoon edition

Jihoon, aka Park Jeojang aka WinkBoy

  • Jihoon is indeed beautiful so his fanbase was the largest since day one after  that legendary Wink. But he’s much more than that
  • Self Managing trainee: Jihoon was ambitious and determined to reach his goal. His goal was to make it and he worked hard since stage 1. 
  • His wink made him famous but it wasn’t just a moment that randomly got caught on camera. The boy was winking for 4 minutes straight just to get one wink caught on camera. That’s determination
  • He’s talented: We all know how these survival shows work. People, especially younger fans tend to gravitate first towards looks. That’s why when WinkBoy rose to the top people assumed that it was only for his beautiful face.
  • But the boy can dance, sing and rap. He’s an all rounder. He can do everything AND set new trends that even your faves do at fansigns. A legend.
  • Now, a lot of people didn’t even have the chance to witness his skills because Mnet would barely give him any screen time related to his talents(once again, snakes)
  • He still worked hard in every stage, to show the best result possible. While he was ambitious and aimed for the center spot, he still was respectful of his team mates and their decisions and worked as a member of a team.
  • He has a very extra side of him: I’ve said this before. WinkBoy is extra. As he worked strategically throughout the competition towards his goal, he was very careful of his image and seemed somewhat reserved. Which is smart, knowing how Mnet comes up with nonexistent drama.
  •  But we still got a small glimpse of it, in the center position evaluation when he randomly started Voguing (impressive), and towards the end of the show when he managed to let loose and ran around in pink asking for people’s signatures.
  • Despite his insane popularity he was still humble. We didn’t see him complain even when he was worried about his ranking dropping. He was always worried about his fellow contestants and was happy for their success. 

For these and many more reasons I love my son Park Jihoon and you should too because he’s squishy, talented and he knows how to work hard to achieve his dream.

(3/11) ~ WannaOne Appreciation

anonymous asked:

any with one of them having a celebrity/fan relationship?

yep -Madi

the songs on the radio are okay by twentyalice (11/11 | 29442 | Mature)

Josh does not like Tyler Joseph, he does not like Tyler Joseph’s songs, he does not like Tyler Joseph’s albums, and he does not like Tyler Joseph’s stupid concerts.

So, how did he get here? At one of Tyler Joseph’s stupid concerts.

let your heart win. by panicdun (½ | 338 | General)

hey, i’m stressed and obsessed, and you’re watching disney channel.

(or tyler is just hopelessly devoted to josh dun.)

Game Over by onlyfools (½ | 3873 | Mature)

Josh wins the Super Mario Kart contest and has to go against Tyler on stage. But Josh doesn’t just get a fan experience on stage. It’s more than that.

Under a Paper Moon by marsakat (1/1 | 679 | General)

Tyler gets himself stranded in a small town and doesn’t make too many friends. Josh is given the unhappy duty of keeping Tyler busy and away from pissing off the rest of the town.

Josh’s Maid: Tyler by myspookyjoshdunchristmas (3/? | 4543 | Mature)

Josh is a famous and very rich drummer and song writer.

At times he’s grateful and other times ungrateful. He’s lazy and doesn’t cook, he doesn’t even make his own cereal.

Tyler enters his life as his maid since his other one got arrested.

Now this is gonna be interesting.

Stop the World I Wanna get off with You by strikeuptheband (1/1 | 2261 | Explicit)

Tyler is famous and sees Josh one night and wants him. He’s super possessive and collars are involved. Cool? I’m bad at summaries, just read it.

pretty boy (always gets the guy) by thefrontbottoms (1/1 | 802 | General)

Tyler likes Josh Dun’s band. He likes Josh Dun. Josh Dun has never heard of Tyler Joseph.

Originally posted by am3ric4nh0rr0rst0ry

Requested by Anonymous

“Come on guys this isn’t funny anymore.” You shouted from inside the oh so famous murder house.

“Let Me Out!!” You screamed

After about ten minutes of struggle you gave up and fell to the ground crumpled into a crying ball.

“Why are you crying?” You heard a boy ask making you jump.

“My Stupid Friends locked me in this stupid house and…and I just wanna go home.” You cried.

He sat beside you and let you lay your head on his shoulder as you cried.

“Your friends sound like Assholes.” He said trying to make you laugh.

You gave him a small smile and he returned it by wiping the tears off your cheeks with his sleeves.

“Thank you..uh”

“Tate. And you are?” He asked.

“Y/n” You smiled laying you head back on his shoulder. Maybe tonight would be as bad as you thought.


Gif isn’t mine
Hope you liked it
Thank you for reading

anonymous asked:

May I request a fanfic of your first time with chanyeol where he knows you are nervous so he eases you into it then goes hard when you get comfortable

Originally posted by daenso

Every girls first time should be done right so here goes anon

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” She knew that, she did wanted to, or at least she was certain she did. His lips were puffy from kissing, his chest heaving as he held himself up and over her. 

“I know…I want to but I’m just scared.” She wiped a hand down her face, thankful she didn’t have on makeup and fell backwards onto the pillows. 

She heard Chanyeol grunt and sit next to her, his hand on her dyed purple hair, he played with the curls and chuckled. She still had her eyes closed, and the absence of his body made her keenly aware she wasn’t wearing a shirt. The itchy lace of the bra she was wearing in an attempt to be sexy, was now annoying her and somehow she wanted to be home. 

“You act like I’m going to hurt you.” Chanyeol’s deep voice resounded in the now quiet room. 

“Ay, dios mio. Shut up. Let’s not pretend like I haven’t had you in my mouth. I know what I’m getting into.” She rolled over to sit up and hugged her knees to her chest looking at him. “I’m 22 and I haven’t had sex before, this is sad. I mean…you probably wanted something, or someone more experienced.”

“What is that word you use?” Chanyeol tapped his forefinger to his lips. “Oh yea, callate.” He pushed her forehead with his finger. “If I wanted a more experienced woman, I’d hire an escort. I’d be with someone who I knew was a noona. I’m happy with you.” He kissed her chubby cheeks he loved. 

She sometimes hated her chubby cheeks. They made her, what she called mature face seem more childish. She lifted her head to look at him. “This is a big thing for us. I don’t do this lightly.”

She saw anger cloud his expression for a second, but he let it go. “It’s why I asked if you were sure. I realize that. You’re a virgin, you’re giving me a gift. I’m the first, I won’t squander that just because I’m getting my dick wet.” He snapped the few last words, and she flinched. “I keep telling you that, it your body, do what you want.” 

Getting up from the bed Chanyeol snatched up his shirt from the floor, pulling it back over his bright red hair. He grunted about to sit back down at the computer when a knock sounded at his door. She quickly pulled her own shirt over her head. 

“Hey!” Baekhyun said, sticking his head in. “Oh hey >>>, I mean, buenas dias.” His accent was horrible, but she smiled and greeted him. “Me and Xiumin just got some food, if you guys wanna come eat, I would suggest doing it before Kai gets out the shower, there’s chicken.”  

She laughed, shaking her head. “I’m good Baek, thank you.” 

Chanyeol muttered something she couldn’t hear and closed the door after Baekhyun left. Maybe it was best if she left. Sliding off the bed, she gathered her purse, turning towards him. “This is a bad time anyway, the guys are here and I don’t…”

Chanyeol grabbed her arm as she walked past him. “I wouldn’t care if they were here or not but do you?” He looked down at her. 

“No, you can lock your door, but you’re mad and-”

Chanyeol sighed pushing her back towards the bed. He let her purse fall on the floor, then made her sit on the quilt. “I’m not mad, jagiya.” He sat down next to her, grabbing her hands in his own. “Listen to me, this is your decision, this is your choice. I’m not going to tell you what you want to hear or what I really want and then later you regret it. Later, you decide you didn’t want that. That’s guilt I’ll have to live with. I don’t want that, neither do you.”

Nodding her head at him she pressed her lips together, looking into his brown eyes. “I won’t regret it, just tell me what you want.” 

Chanyeol smiled, his famous awkward smile. “I want you. I want to see you naked. Completely, no shirt, no panties. I want to make you feel good. I won’t lie I just wanna get in you. Is that what you want?” 

The moment seemed tense, she could hear her heart beating, her head seemed way too hot and now she wished she pinned her curls up. In her head a thousand thoughts were racing, but she could only here one yelling clearly. “Do it! Get naked! LET HIM DO IT! Omg , you’re so slow, get it!” 

Throat dry, lips parched she opened her mouth. “Yes.” 

He said nothing else. Chanyeol got up went to the door and opened it, the sound of the guys yelling from in the living room. He closed the door and locked it. It was already evening, and so he turned the light out, opening the curtain so that a sliver of orange-red daylight came through. He clicked his laptop on and scrolled through some music for a playlist. The weeknd’s voice came on and he turned the pc on sleep mode, so the bright light didn’t disturb them. 

You make it look like it’s magic

cause I see nobody, nobody but you, you , you

He stared directly at her, removing his shirt once more he let it drop to the floor. He was on his belt when he stood in front of her, the clanking of metal made her flinch and he dropped his pants where he stood. His thumbs in the waistband of his boxers he pushed them down. He wasn’t hard, but he was getting there. Slowly, he reached towards her brushing his hand across her cheek and down her neck. Both hands came forward and he pulled at her waist until she was on her knees on the bed. She breathed through her open mouth, realizing this was happening. He was taking the lead, thank god he knew she was nervous. He lifted her shirt over her head, and tossed it behind him, leaning closer to her, she felt his member bump against her stomach as he undid her bra. 

Her 32B breast size to her was nothing fantastic but Chanyeol always told her it was more than enough. He was barely touching her and when he did it set her nerve endings on fire. As he pulled the bra away, he smiled at her and she grinned, covering her chest with her arms he pulled them away and placed her arms around his neck. 

“Don’t hide. I finally get to see all of you, don’t hide from me.” His voice was husky and he leaned in giving a chaste kiss to her lips.

His hands trailing down her sides then to her jeans, he unbuttoned them. Moved them down and she stood up in front of him careful of the ceiling fan, and watched as he dropped those next to the bed. Looking up into her eyes, no smile on his face, Chanyeol pulled down her panties, she lifted each foot and those too ended up on the floor. She was about to get back on her knees but he held her firm in place, and pressed his nose to her thighs, kissing them and up to her temple, taking a deep breath. 

“Listen to the music, feel my hands, and don’t think. Just let the feeling take you.” She lifted her hands, slightly sweaty now and placed them on his shoulders. 

His tanned skin against her own looking like coffee with creamer. Her mouth was dry, she closed her eyes taking a deep breath as the music coasted on. 

So I love when you call unexpected

cause I hate when the moments expected

She felt his lips on her slit, then his wet tongue prodding at her. Knees buckling she somehow locked them as his tongue dived inside her. Moving her legs apart he pressed his face closer to her body, his nose bumping against her pearl. He had done this so many times before, but what about now made her feel nervous, and embarrassed? What about this time made it new? Her tongue rubbed along her dry lips as she leaned her head back. His hands rubbing her skin, came up to grab her ass and as he pulled her close, his tongue slipped inside her and she groaned. Would he let her finish? She began moving herself on his tongue, her pearl bumping his nose, she heard him chuckle as she sucked in a breath from the tingling feeling. A sharp slap to her ass, and the cold air hitting her skin, let her know he had moved. 

Chanyeol wiped his mouth and motioned for her to lay down on the bed. “I’ll prep you first.” 

Shakily, she got her body to obey laying down on the bed, as he positioned himself over her. Their mouths meeting he was eager to kiss her. He nipped at her lips, pressing his tongue against her mouth demanding entrance. His fingers against her slit, he put two inside of her and moved them. This wasn’t new either but when he tried to add a third she grimaced and he stopped kissing her to look at her.

“Too much?” He was breathing heavy. 

“A little.” He nodded his head, and looked at her, kissing her once more.

“I’m not gonna lie. I want in.” He moved himself over her body, and she opened her legs to give him room. 

“Jagiya.” He looked down at her legs and chuckled. “That’s not enough room for me.” 

She watched as he pushed her legs open, and settle himself between them. “Go slow.” She whispered. 

Chanyeol brushed his nose against her own. “I wont hurt you.” 

She wrapped one arm around his neck, the other she put on his hip as insurance. Lining himself up with her, Chanyeol looked into her eyes, as she watched him. He was waiting. She could feel the head of him at her entrance, his hand was shaking, he was trying to contain himself, and although half of her wanted to tease him the other half realized the power she held here. He wanted her, he was shaking with need. She could stop this at any time, and the gentleman he was, he would stop. This thing between her legs could crumble nations and send men to war. Yet, it was a gift. It was something women held and could give to a man they loved. This moment was unforgettable. 

“Yes.” She dragged the word out, very well aware of her own need now. How her heart raced, the amount of sweat on her skin, the anticipation that hung in the air as she breathed through her mouth and out her nose. 

Chanyeol pressed his face into her neck, and pressed his hips into her in one fluid hard thrust. He waited. 

She closed her eyes tight, the stinging was making her hips throb, what the hell was that. She knew but she didn’t. Her clenched teeth, made her breathing sound harsh. The jolt of pain shooting into her chest she, unconsciously wrapped her legs around his waist and was squeezing tight. 

“You ok?” He asked her, he would have lifted up to look at her, but she was currently choking him. 

The stinging started to subside, and she was made aware of the pulsating feeling of him. The pleasant tightness and the warmth that spread over her pelvis. She bit her lip, her choke hold on him loosing, as he sat up to look at her. He moved inside her and pleasure washed over her body. 

Chanyeol’s thumb touched under eye as he wiped away a tear. “Are you crying?”

“It hurt a little, but it’s fine now.” She sought his lips, her thighs tightening around him. “Move.” 

He kissed her back, and pressed his forehead against her own as pulled out. Oh she was hot, she was hot and tight, and so wet. He was dying to not be able to move. As soon as he got in her, his mind screamed move but he couldn’t. He had to wait for her. Now, he slipped back in and watched as she broke their kiss to moan. This is what he wanted to see, he wanted to see her face warped in pleasure, and he would be the one doing it. She bit his collarbone, and slowly that hand on his waist moved to his back. She let her thighs fall open. Chanyeol lifted himself up and pushed into her hard again. She gasped, finally opening her eyes, his were closed as his mouth opened in a small “o”. 

“Ah ah Chanyeol.” Her back arched as his mouth found its way down her neck and onto her breasts. 

She sighed and moaned as he grunted, holding onto her waist. When did the pace pick up? When was he slamming into her so hard, their pelvis connected and he licked his lips, hands tight on her skin.

The heavy thumping of the music matched the bass in the music. 

I only call you when it’s half past five

The only time that I’ll be by your side

He lifted her body from the bed, as her arms went around his neck. She was sitting on his lap and he was moving her body. Connecting with his harshly, as he bit her chin. 

“Is it good? Do you like it? Tell me what you want.” His words guttural and low, watching her head leaned all the way back, her breasts bouncing against his chest. 

 I only love it, when you touch me not feel me

When I’m fucked up that’s the real me

She held his face, kissing him as she spoke. “Si, asi, es bueno.” 

His thrusts became less rhythmic, as he shivered, shoving his tongue in her mouth he moaned into the kiss letting go. She felt it, this slow climb her body had been on. It built a fever pitch and next thing she knew she couldn’t breath right, she could only fall from that cliff and when she did she knew what she had waited for.

He was moving gently, riding the waves of his orgasm, Chanyeol grunted moving to lay down with her on top of him. He shivered, shaking visibly he could feel his hair plastered to his forehead, and his moved his fingers up and down her spine. When they were breathing normally he spoke.

“How was it?” Watching her sit up on his waist, he was soft now and slid out of her.

“I could definitely do it again.” She rubbed against him.

Chanyeol laughed, reaching up to grab her boobs, a smile on his face. “I’m not  machine woman, give me like 15 minutes. Seriously…you’re ok?”

She leaned down, her now frizzy hair a halo around her head. “I’m perfect now.” 

Hope that was what you wanted. 

ace-baby-jail  asked:

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiii. I'm new but I went through your entire blog now and I wanna have some headcanons/imagines myself bc I love how you do it. UT skelebros reacting to a human (on a pacifist route) that actually does eat and enjoys Papyrus' spaghetti and even asks him to make them some more??

  • Classic, just like ingame during your date, is so happy! He’ll gladly make you as much of his famous spaghetti as your human heart desires! In fact, he proposes that the rest of the date should take place in the kitchen so you can cook together!
  • Comic is somewhat concerned, because he knows his bro’s cooking isn’t the most edible, let alone best. “but hey, whatever floats your boat, kiddo.”

combthecombel  asked:

Crayon is probs still my fave tho cuz he's the one I know the most about and i've followed his story for a pretty long time! HE IS SUCH A LOVEABLE LITTLE DORK WHO YA JUST WANNA SEE SUCCEED BUT HE PROBS WONT FOR A WHILE CUZ HIS CREATOR IS AN EVIL GENIUS WRITER




So i had this idea about headcannon: how would the rfa boys +v+saeran react to MC being a the most popular korean singer?

Omg thank you guys so much! It was a shocker to see how popular the last headcanon had gotten in less than the day. This one was so fun to write, hopefully it lives up to our previous one!  ~Admin Mazz

Oh my goodness. Look at all that support!! Apparently everybody loved that last HC lol hope this one is as good! Thanks so much guys this is awesome!!! :D Enjoy, anon! ~Admin Lily


  • He was honestly surprised when you told him. Duh
  • How were you able to hide the information from him?
  • It’s called a stage name, Zen.
  • After the initial shock wore off he actually came pretty excited.
  • Power couple has been activated
  • Selfies that used to be on and off with you? They’re double fold
  • Plus, when he heard your first time when practicing
  • It didn’t just make his jaw drop let’s just say that much
  • You guys end up practicing together
  • I should get my director to get you to take the female roll, babe.”
  • For Christ’s sake, Zen, I’m just a singer, not an actor.”
  • With all the pluses of both being famous, there are some minor down sides.
  • Paparazzi everywhere; you wanna go for a walk? Pfft. Always got that camera on you
  • You guys become pretty creative with your disguises when wanting to go out
  • Before any big concerts, this boy has bouquets of roses in your dressing room.
  • They take up half of my dresser Zen, I need to see.
  • All and all, his love for you doesn’t change, it just makes everything 10xs better.


  • What?
  • What??
  • He’s not angry at all, he’s just so shocked
  • You explain that you didn’t want to say anything because you weren’t allowed to blow your cover for safety reasons, but now that you’re dating…
  • “Just because I’m famous, doesn’t mean I’m not the same girl, though!”
  • You felt so guilty for keeping this from him and he can tell
  • But that guilt is immediately shoved aside
  • “I had no idea! Wow, this is amazing! It’s not like I haven’t heard you before, all of Korea has, but I just… wow!”
  • “You… aren’t mad?”
  • “Why would I be mad?” Yoosung would smile “you’re the best singer in Korea and the woman of my dreams! This is a combo!”
  • Yoosung I love you so much
  • He tries to go to all of your performances and of course he absolutely adores your voice
  • “Babe, are those my CD’s?”
  • He gets you flowers every time you perform and it’s usually white roses
  • how can you not love him?
  • Also, another thing you love to do is while you’re on TV, is to blow him kisses just to make him blush
  • Paparazzi loves that boy btw they think he’s a doll
  • Jumin
  • You’re really nervous
  • Jumin loves you because you’re not like the women he sees everyday, but… you are the kind of woman he sees everyday
  • You’re famous
  • Will he love you still?
  • Gotta try
  • It doesn’t come out easily, but you finally tell him
  • At first, there was nothing
  • Please say something already this is killing me
  • He finally lets out a sigh and just says, “I understand why you needed to hide this from me.”
  • “You do?”
  • “Of course. I’m a C.E.O., remember? I’m around people like you all the time.”
  • He acts like nothing has changed like what; he treats you with just as much love as he did before
  • Which is such a relief
  • He makes sure you have guards go with you everywhere, even though you already have some
  • “Jumin, is this really necessary?”
  • “Of course it is. Your safety is my first priority.”
  • He absolutely loves your voice
  • He’ll listen to you sing while you practice, while your focusing, and while you’re performing
  • he plays your songs in his head all day long
  • Sometimes he’ll get caught humming them too
  • “Jumin, is that my song?”
  • Notorious Jumin threat clearing
  • Also, takes blurry pictures of you while you’re singing and sends to Zen just to make him mad.
  • “Why can’t you sing this nicely, Zen?”


  • This boy already knew from background checks.
  • Though that didn’t stop him from falling in love with you?
  • After everything you two have been through, and everything is chill, you tell him.
  • He just laughs at you like your the fool.
  • “Jokes on you, I knew before you did.”
  • He loves the idea of you being famous, like Zen, he makes spambots about you and how wonderful you are.
  • Seven makes sure that the public eye isn’t as nosey in your personal life when living with him.
  • Because how the hell can you take pictures from inside his bunker? Find out next episode.
  • He keeps check on you whenever you leave for practice from the CCTVs around the area you’re in.
  • If you ever get back lashes for your choices, guess whose erasing those people from the internet?
  • Ya boi.
  • When it comes to going into public is the only problem you two have about your job.
  • He’s not supposed to be in the spotlight.
  • After several possible ideas of how to escape the paparazzi, you both forget you have the best cross-dresser with you.
  • I totally didn’t think of that while watching a drag race.
  • You two become so well hidden, that sometimes when leaving your home people think that there’s more than you two living in there.
  • It ends up becoming a game of how creative you can get before they find out.
  • You and Seven 1 - Paparazzi 0
  • Whenever you have a big show, or even anything major, you have your number one cheerleader in the crowd.
  • Sometimes you believe he’s louder than a mic set.
  • When he finally comes to term of being in the spotlight with you, the public think of two things.
  • Quirky and Adorable.
  • Well, that’s just me.
  • Even if you’re a superstar, you’re the love of his life, and your job doesn’t take away from who you are at all.


  • Well it was certainly a shocker.
  • But, these things happen…?
  • No, V. They really don’t
  • He knew from what Seven told him from the background check, but it passed his mind at the time.
  • It wasn’t that you being famous was a bad thing, due to him being a famous photographer himself.
  • He just didn’t know how to handle the change?
  • It took awhile for him to adjust to the constant snooping, but he did it for you.
  • This sweet bean would die for you.
  • V would end up becoming your number one fan, always at your concerts, watching from backstage.
  • He would go to some of your rehearsals and take pictures of you in your work environment.
  • When you were home and practicing your songs under your breath, you sometimes hear a camera click but never can find where he’s taking them from. Stalker skills
  • They would end up being hung around the house to your dismay.
  • He also finds your voice to be very soothing
  • Sometimes, he’ll ask you to sing to him before going to bed.
  • You two are seen as an adorable couple who keep to themselves.
  • You also found a letter from a fangirl for your boyfriend once, he doesn’t let it go.
  • When you become busy with work, you’ll find post-it notes with encouraging phrases on it, or simple love notes.
  • This man will love you even if your job was being the center of the music industry because he fell in love with who you are, and not your job.


  • Yeah, he knew
  • I mean, it’s not like he didn’t do a background check on you already
  • But it didn’t matter to him at the time because, well…
  • Ya know he didn’t think that he’d fall for you and he uh
  • He kinda did
  • And, what’s worse is that you kinda fell in love with him too
  • You make an agreement that outside of the RFA and your home, you don’t know him, he doesn’t know you
  • “Do you think that’ll work? Paparazzi always finds out, Saeran.”
  • It’s not exactly easy, but it’s what makes you two happy for a while
  • He never admits it but he thinks your voice is beautiful, and he sneakily listens to you sing while singing to yourself
  • Paparazzi finally sees you and Saeran together once and all hell breaks loose
  • A picture of you two together is literally everywhere
  • Saeran is so mad, and at first you think it’s at you
  • He explains that he’s angry that they always have to surround you like that
  • “Why can’t they just leave you alone?!”
  • Aww, Saeran
  • You start to come up with an elaborate plan to distract the media, but Saeran just says, “forget it. It was going to be found out sooner or later.”
  • Are you kidding me? Why couldn’t we do that in the first place
  • After that, the paparazzi literally is unable to find any information on Saeran, and they’re always asking questions about him
  • “Who is this mystery man? Look at Page 3 for more info”
  • You just shrug, “I don’t know. Does it matter?” Saeran thinks its hilarious he loves you so much