i just whipped this one up quickly

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Harry X Reader X Zayn: Smut

In which Harry adds a surprise guest into the equation (Zayn).

Request? Yes:

Well,,,,,,,,, the Harry imagine just about killed me, so truly from the bottom of my heart thanks for that. Hahah, can you do one with Harry AND Zayn? A threesome where the reader has a daddy kink?

Author’s note: I actually hate this. Be gentle!


“Hey, babe,” you greet as you stumble through the doorway. Your feet have been aching in a new pair of heels. Undoing the buckles quickly and whipping the shoes into a corner, you glance up into the depths of a dark hotel room, eyes straining to adjust.

“Harry?”

The curtains are drawn over the window, only a crack of L.A. streetlight seeping into the center of the room. You can faintly make out Harry’s silhouette on the edge of the mattress.

“Hey, love.”

You take a firm step forward before another two wobbly ones back. There’s a second form on the bed, seated right beside Harry. Your fingers fumble along the wall for the light switch.

“Zayn?” You’re surprised as dim light filters through the space from a far lamp. Both of the boys squint, eyebrows drawn low on their foreheads.

“’S right.” Zayn smiles, flashing his teeth for a brief moment. “Hi, Y/N.”

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Illusion of Choice (M)

Originally posted by tbhobi

Summary: You’ve grown up with the Jeons, Jungmin and Jungkook, for as long as you can remember, your parents being very close. But little did you know that this is because you are in fact arranged to be married to the Jeon heir, Jungmin. However, a tragedy causes Jungkook to take up his brother’s mantle, and that includes becoming your fiancé.

Word Count: 7.3k+

Genre: Heir!AU, Arranged Marriage!AU, angst, fluff, smut

Warnings: Smut and mentions (but not depictions) of death

A/N: Honestly one of the thoughts going through my head while writing this was “What’s the best way to make the readers suffer?” I’m not even sure if I’m kidding.

You always wondered why your parents let you have boy best friends. After all, being from such an affluent family, as well as being the oldest child, you will be expected to marry someone for the good of the company. Letting you be around boys would just risk you falling for someone that you can’t have.

These are the thoughts running through your mind as your parents call you up to their study on the eve of your 18th birthday, and you know that the day has come. They would finally tell you who you were betrothed to. You stand in front of your father’s big wooden desk, listening to their spiel about your duties as the heir to their company, only listening for one thing: a name. However, what leaves your father’s lips is not what you expected. The words “Jeon Jungmin.”

Jeon Jungmin, whom you had grown up with, along with his brother Jungkook. You had always been closer to Jungkook, having been closer to him in age, but Jungmin would always show you his drawings and sneak you an extra cookie at the dinner table.

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Tastes Like Love

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Three different sweet treats for a very sweet day.
Genre: Romance/fluff
Rating: T
Warnings: Swearings
1,925 words

Notes: So…it’s been too long…LMAO. I haven’t been happy with my writing lately and I can’t seem to put any ideas into words but last night I got this little idea and ran to write something before it escaped! It’s not much but at least it’s an update. Here’s the visual of the cookie I mentioned down there, if you want. Happy (belated) Valentine’s day y’all! <3 Enjoy!


It’s around 9 in the morning when the team finally lands at the Avengers facility, having flown an all night flight after a mission in a remote place in the globe. Everyone is just so tired and so damn sleepy that the usual formalities are forgotten and Steve settles for a late debrief, after they’re all rested and fed, at least.

All Bucky can think about is taking a shower and hitting the sheets.

He knows it’s Valentine’s Day and he knows that it’s likely that his doll would be anxiously waiting for him to come home, but the idea of a shower and a nap is just too appealing for him to pass away.

That is, until he finally arrives home.

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A Lesson in Love (Intro)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,419

A/N: This is going to be a multi-part fic and I’m super excited for it. Be prepared for fluff galore :) 

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@avengerstories - thank you for putting up with me and encouraging me to write this.

Originally posted by ghostwritingforyou

“I’m going to flunk out of college.”

“No you’re not.”

The heavy weight of your backpack is nothing compared to the burden that has been placed on your shoulders due to the assignment you were just given. “Yes, I am.”

“You’re being overdramatic,” Wanda retorts as she quickens her pace in order to stay in step with you.

“Will you let me crash on your sofa when I end up homeless and degree-less?” She snorts and you respond with a glare. “I’m serious.”

“I know. That’s what makes this so funny.”

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Issues

Negan x you

When the saviours turn up early Negan comes face to face with one of the secrets Rick has been keeping from him. His eldest daughter.

Warning

Upcoming chapters will contain a lot of smut, suggestive rape, suggestive drug usage and of course bad language from the start.  

Word count 1,949

Part one

The first time I came face to face with the man who ripped our community, no not community, family, he ripped our family apart. Because that is what we are….were at least. I’m not quiet sure where I fit in that anymore.

A family.

We may not of all started out in this new world knowing each other but it was that, that kept us different from them.

Us against the world.

Us against the walkers.

Us against them. The saviors.

At least that is what I thought.

The first time I came face to face with him was not when he tore Abraham and Glen from our family and almost took Carls hand.  

It wasn’t when he arrived early and took so much of our stuff only to burn all of the mattresses just outside of town. I had watched the smoke blow in the wind as I hid, keeping a safe distance.

No that time you had managed to escape over the fence with Enid, cradling a sleeping Judith in your arms. Your innocent baby sister who you wish didn’t have to grow up in this cruel cruel world. Not that is was much better before when you think of it. Too many wars, terrorists and fate itself was a pretty cruel bitch.

Because before the apocalypse hadn’t been the best time for me and now… well now I had just been going through the motions. Trying to keep my self and my family alive. Dad, Carl and Judith and everyone else in Alexandria. It was important.

There was a time that feels like a whole other life, when at the prison we had been safe and secure for a while but it got attacked and I ended up being on my own for several weeks.
I had contemplated just ending it all. All I had to do was find a working gun with bullets and I could of made sure I never become one of them. A walker.

But Daryl found me when he was searching for Beth and I knew that I had to keep on going. Find everyone and get through this. You had too. At least that is what I told myself over and over again, every single day. Every-single-day.

It was a couple of week after they had first come and The saviours were due to arrive in two days once again.

Rick and Michonne were out on a run. They had said they were going to go out pretty far to try and find something to stop him using his sadistic baseball bat again. 

It was only time though before it happened. 

You knew it and the fact that everyone else around you thought that if you just carried on giving them what they wanted it was going to be ok. There was only so much that was going to keep them happy. One day soon enough they weren’t going to be happy with what they were being presented with by us and everyone would be on their knees again. They would always want more and more and more until there was nothing left to give.

My Dad thinks that he can beat them. Over power them somehow. Get an army to fight. He won’t listen to me. It won’t work.

I had dealt with psychos like Negan and his bunch of merry men when I had been living in Los Angeles. A shiver goes down my spine as I think back to living there. On the West Coast. My old life.

If Dad hadn’t been shot that is where I would of been when all of this happened. If Shane hadn’t called me to come home the way he had, begging for me to see the man who I hadn’t spoken to in five years I probably never would of set eyes on my family again.
I often wonder if Mum is alive back West. She was the reason I went there In the first place.
In my heart I know she can’t be. She wasn’t strong enough to be.

Truth be told I think thats what Dad sees when he looks at me sometimes, I can see it behind his eyes. Why he is reluctant for me to leave and go on runs or every time the saviours arrive he breaks his neck to get me out of sight. He thinks I’m weak just like her. He doesn’t even know me really. He never tried too.  

“Carl don’t make me tell you again!” You shouted across the street as your grumpy younger brother stomped away shaking his head. He was just like Rick. Stubborn and determined.

Rolling my eyes I turned back to Judith who was tenderly taking some steps as she clung to the railings on the porch.

Enid came out of the open front door, drying her hands on a towel.

“Whats up with him?” She asked before sitting down on the top step.

“He wants to go to hilltop” I told her staying on the path, turning my head in his direction once again as he carried on retreating “I told him he needs to wait for them to get back”

“You know he is probably going to just go? Right?”

“Yep!” But at least I had told him not to go. I couldn’t stop him if he wanted to. What was I going to do tie him up and throw him in that cell Morgon had built? Hell no.

“Maybe I should…” but Enid got cut off as a loud honking nose sounded by the gates

“THE SAVIORS ARE HERE!!!!!” You heard Rosita shout from the lookout point.

Shit!” You turned around quickly and pulled your baby sister into your arms “Enid we have to get out of here!” Rick didn’t want Negan to get his hands on Judith.

She didn’t speak just nodded and grabbed my arm as we ran over to the wall so we could get out quickly.

You could hear loud trucks pulling up close to the house as you moved. Shit.

“Quicker” You whisper shouted as Enid struggled to pin the foot grips in place. Why are they here? It was too early. Dad wasn’t even back yet… what were they going to take? Oh this is bad. So fucking bad.

“GET EVERYONE OUT HERE ITS TIME FOR A PARTY!!!!!” A loud voice boomed on what sounded like a loud speaker.

“Enid!!” There was no way you were going to make it out of here.

“I got it. I got it!!” She blew out a breath as she took began to climb upwards.

“Take Judith” I didn’t give her a chance to refuse. I knew there was a chance she was going to be the only one making it out over the wall.

She looked at me with a questioning gaze however didn’t speak and just took the tiny girl who was looking concerned at what we were doing. She stayed quiet though. She always did.

A voice started to get louder as the saviours were shouting for people to get outside of the houses.

“GO!!!” You shouted at Enid who hadn’t moved.

She had to get Judith out of here there was no chance you could take on them getting a hand on her. Rick would never forgive you. You would never forgive you.

Watching her get to the top I started my own climb thinking maybe I could make it out of here however I had to stop when one of them came into my vision. He hadn’t seen me yet but I knew I couldn’t make it over the wall without being seen and then they would get her.

“Go please” you whispered “Keep her safe” before planting my feet back onto the floor once again and taking some steps away from the wall so they wouldn’t put two and two together. God I hope they get away fast.

He spotted you then. Dressed all in black he pointed his gun in your direction.

“You! What the hell do you think you’re doing? Trying to escape?” he was standing in front of you now. The dirt on his clothes noticeable.

Ignoring his question I blurted out “What are you even doing here? You’re early!” Trying to change the subject. Maybe he would forget about the wall.

“Shut the fuck up!” He roughly grabbed your arm and began dragging you towards the front of the house.

You could see that the road was now full with our people and theirs. Fuck.

His grip was becoming tighter and tighter. Without a doubt leaving bruises under your shirt sleeve.

“Oi arsehole no need to be so goddamn rough!” I tried tugging my arm out of his grip but this only caused him to squeeze harder. Fuck.

“Shut up” he said through gritted teeth.

He finally came to a stop and you could see Olivia looking with wide eyes at you. Mentally I was shouting that Judith was safe but didn’t dare breath a word and just nodded my head in her direction before looking away quickly.

Boss found this one trying to escape over the wall” You rolled your eyes at this.

“You did not” technically I wasn’t on the wall when he found me.

“I already told you to shut up!” He roughly tugged your arm again.

A dark laugh caught you off guard and whipping my head around I finally came face to face with him. Negan. I knew it couldn’t be anyone else.

Towering over everyone in a black leather jacket.

“Well look-ie here!” He cheered rising that wire covered baseball bat in the air “We’ve got a fucking live one!”

You didn’t dare speak as he finally came to a stop right in front of you, you could practically feel his breath on your face.

“Who the hell are you? Are you new?” He placed the bat on his shoulder “ ‘cause I know damn well I would of remembered seeing you around here before” he raised his brows suggestively.

Staying silent I just looked him in the eyes. Hazel meets y/e/c.

Damn” he clicked his tongue “Now if I didn’t know any better I would think that Rick was standing right here with that fucking stink eye he loves to give me, I know you had to learn that shit from him” laughing he turned his back to you “Now stop being so god damn rude!” He shouted making you jump before turning to face you again.

He came closer. Nose to nose.

“What is your name?” You could smell tobacco on his breath mixed with mint as he spoke.

Taking a large gulp you said loud enough for him to hear but not anyone else “y/n”

“Well helllllllllooooo y/n” he winked at you before giving you lop sided smile. I couldn’t help but smile back at him.

Shaking his head he stood back up straight and pointed the bat in Spencer’s direction “Where is Rick the Prick?” As he walked away I let out a large breath. Damn “Now I know he doesn’t want to keep me waiting” you could practically hear the smirk in his voice “No he most certainly does not

“He’s on a run” you spoke up before Spencer could. Pulling Negan’s attention back to you once again “He won’t be back till tomorrow at the earliest”

“Is that right?” He asked eyeing you from where he stood showing no expression on his face “Well that simply will not do” oh god “No that will most certainly not do!”

You could feel everyone tense as he began swinging his weapon from side to side as the anger rose in him.

Shit.

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Imagine Chris bringing you breakfast at work.

“Morning, baby.” Chris mumbled into your skin as he peppered it with soft kisses. You stretched in his arms and smiled, pressing your back against his front. “I’m definitely going to miss waking up to you when I have to leave for ‘Infinity War’.”

“Aw, sweetheart.” You reached behind you and looped your arm around his neck, pressing your face against his pouty one. “I’m going to miss you too. But hey,” you reached for your phone to check the date and your remaining days together, when you saw the time; 8:14AM, you were late for work. “I gotta go!” You broke out of Chris’ grip and jumped out of bed, nearly falling face first when your feet got caught on the sheets.

“You’re going to go to a funeral home if you’re not careful,” he sat up, chuckling. “Babe, relax.” He told you; you resembled a pinball as you bounced around the room, scrambling an outfit while you brushed your teeth. “I’m sure Xenia can manage without you for a while, I mean- who’s getting flowers so early in the morning?”

“You don’t understand.” You told him as you continued to brush; it was probably hard for others to understand, but Chris had your toothbrush talk down pat. “We’ve got a huge order of table arrangements to do today. It’s for a wedding and the bride’s totally insane, if she comes in to do an impromptu check- Xenia’s going to be fucking pissed I’m not there.”

“Okay, well- you still need breakfast, so I’m going to go quickly whip something up for you to have on-the-go. What do you want?” He flipped the covers off his legs and started to get out of bed when you stopped him.

“No time,” you told him then entered the bathroom to rinse and spit. “Don’t worry about it, babe. I’m not very hungry anyway, I’ll just pick something up later on my lunch break.” You told him and closed the ensuite door behind you so you could pee then change.

While you were changing, you heard footsteps which meant Chris was doing what you told him not to anyway. You sighed with a smile because you loved how unbelievably caring your boyfriend was, that smile faltered slightly when you realized it wouldn’t be long until you had to say goodbye to him for at least nine months. God, you were going to miss that perfect specimen of a man.

You went downstairs and into the kitchen to kiss Chris goodbye and chuckled softly at his variation of “quickly whip something up for you to have on-the-go.” You’d usually just make a smoothie or a protein shake for him when he was running late, but Chris? He had to make a feast with pancakes and bacon and eggs. For a man who was about to run off and be Captain America for the last time, one would think he’d cut his normal eating habits.

“Chris, baby. I love you, but I really don’t have time for any of this,” you told him then pressed a kiss on his cheek. “I have to go, okay?” You grabbed an apple from your fridge then headed for the front door, Chris following behind you. “I’ll see you after work?” You quizzed as you cupped his clean shaved face in your hand; he nodded. “I would really like to see Cap with a beard in 'Infinity War’, you should really pitch that.”

“Maybe he does and I just shaved to throw you off,” he teased and you laughed then pecked his lips before heading for your car. “Drive safe,” he called as you climbed in. He waved until you drove out of the driveway and around the corner.
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“I can’t say I like you with Chris,” Xenia began and your eyes narrowed. “Without him, you’re always on time for work. With him, you’re almost always late.” You chuckled when you realized she was just teasing you. “What do you two get up to every night, hm?” She smirked and you laughed, feeling slight heat rise to your cheeks when you thought back to your late nights with your boyfriend.

“Like I haven’t covered for you when you go out and party a little too hard with Tris,” you playfully bit back and she chuckled. “Speaking of, congratulations.” You smiled when you saw her smile; she’d just gotten engaged to her girlfriend of six years. “I can’t wait to see how beautiful your wedding is.”

“And I can’t wait to order flowers from a shop where we don’t have to arrange them,” she said and you both laughed. “What about you and Chris?” She asked when you both settled. “Think you’re ever going to tie the knot with him?”

“I’d like to,” you nodded, smiling. “But it’s not really my choice, is it? He knows I’m in it for the long haul, if he wants the same thing then- he can propose. But I’m not going to push him, I’m good with what we have. Plus- I think he’s got enough on his plate at the moment with 'Infinity War’ coming up and his contract ending.”

“Is he planning on signing another?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “He’s said a few times that if Marvel wants him, they have him, but I personally feel he’d be happier doing something else. He loves directing and he was so happy directing 'Before We Go’, so maybe he’ll go look for something else to direct. He just wants to be known for more than Captain America, and he should- he is so talented.” You were so busy talking about Chris that you didn’t realize he’d walked into the shop and had heard everything you said; he smiled at Xenia who’d spotted him the second he walked in.

“I think you have a customer,” Xenia beckoned her head at Chris and you turned around; you immediately smiled when you saw his face. He held up a little picnic basket and you knew he’d brought breakfast to you. “Oh my God,” Xenia chuckled when you turned back to her, suppressing your excited smile with pressed lips. “You’re not even engaged yet and you can’t spend a minute apart,” she teased and you and Chris laughed. “Go, I’ve got this.”

“Thank you,” you reached over the workbench and hugged her, before gesturing for Chris to follow you into the back room. He gave Xenia a quick peck on the top of her head as he walked past, making her laugh. “Yes, fooood.” You cheered as Chris laid out the spread his made this morning on the table. “I’m so hungry.”

“I knew you were lying about being hungry,” he chuckled. “You’re always hungry.”

“True,” you grinned as you forked a piece of pancake onto your paper plate. “Mmm!”

Chris chuckled as you audibly enjoy his breakfast, there wouldn’t be a day where he wouldn’t find you adorable. His chuckles turned into laughter when you did a little dance in your chair, humming happily as you ate. God, you were such a dork, but at least you were his dork. He reached across the table and took your hand in his, pulling it to his lips. You raised an eyebrow as he kissed the back of your hand; he smiled in response.

“I thought the flowers were going to be the prettiest thing in this shop, I was very wrong.” He complimented and you chuckled, shaking your head. “You know,” he said as he released your hand, scooping himself some scrambled eggs. “This is the first time I’ve brought a girl breakfast after she skipped out on me in the morning.”

“We’re dating,” you chuckled.

“Still left me cold and alone,” he pouted then laughed when you laughed. “But hey, some girls are just worth chasing.” He shot you a wink and you smiled, kissing the air in front of you. “So, you think I’m talented, huh?” He began with a smirk, feeding himself some eggs.

“Of course I do. I’ve always thought you were talented, incredibly talented for a matter-of-fact.” Your eyes narrowed at his question; it seemed random to you until you realized he was talking about what he heard earlier. It dawned on you that he might have also heard you talking about marrying him. “Exactly when did you walk in on our conversation?”

“Around the time when my beautiful girlfriend starting complimenting me,” he told you and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. “But,” he continued and you tensed, “I may have also heard said beautiful girlfriend talking about marrying me.”

“Oh,” was all you could manage.

“Hey,” he chuckled when he saw your tension; he reached over the table and placed his hand over yours. “Don’t look so worried, that’s definitely the direction we’re headed.” Your shoulders relaxed a little and you smiled at him. “I’ve just got a lot on my plate at the moment, like you said. I want to marry you, you bet your ass I’m going to marry you.” You laughed at that. “But I’m going to do it when things settle a little, okay?”

“Okay,” you nodded, smiling.

“I love you a lot more than you know, Y/N,” he told you. “You’re never going to be the one that got away,” he assured you then kissed the back of your hand again. You smiled and pressed your hand against his face, to which he turned in to and kissed your palm. “Never.”

“Likewise, Evans.”

“Sassy aren’t we?” & “Hey that’s mine!” Jimin scenario

Requested by @officiallykpopaddicted; Hi! 😊 idk if you’re request is open or not but I was wondering if you could do a funny fluffy imagine thing 28. (Sassy aren’t we?) And 35. (Hey that’s mine!) For jiminie Sorry if it’s not open and you can’t do it 😅❤   P.S: I love your work :))       

A/N: Sorry for the long wait! also you got me hit w the chim feels, i feel attacked

Number thingy :)

The gif is not mine, credits to the owner!

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Originally posted by yoonmin

When you woke up this morning your room had been chilly and raw. You had quickly grabbed one of Jimin’s hoodies that was oversized on you. You had inhaled his scent and walked down the stairs to make yourself a hot cup of chocolate.

As you were adding some more whipped cream, Jimin, who just had woken up came sleepily walking into the kitchen.

“Baby, have you seen my grey-” He cut himself off as he saw you sipping your hot chocolate with one eyebrow raised.

Hey that’s mine!” He exlaimed. You smiled innocently. He whined as he rubbed his arms, trying to get some warmth to his shirtless body.

“I’m gonna get cold! I don’t have any other shirts with me here!” He pouted. You clicked your tounge in a teasing manner.

“This, right here, is my cup of care. Oh, would you look at that, it’s empty” You smirked while examining your now empty cup. Jimin chuckled at your response.

Sassy aren’t we?” He asked with a smirk. You smirked back as he walked over to where you were leaning against the counter. Jimin wrapped his arms around your waist, his hands slipping underneath the hoodie and resting on your back. You hissed at his cold hands against your warm back.

“Stop! Your cold” You complained, trying to get out of his embrace. He only hugged you tighter with a smile.

“You’re warm though” He smiled as he buried his nose in your neck.

“Of course, I’m hot as hell” You scoffed playfully. Jimin laughed in your neck.

“Of course you are darling” He said. You squealed as he lifted you up in bridal style and carried you to the bedroom so you could cuddle.

Whipped (Hamilton x Reader...and Thomas)

Request: Could you write a Hamilton x female reader fic where Alex and Thomas get in a fight somewhere (I don’t really care where) and it starts to get physical. The reader steps in front of Alex and gets in a fighting stance to defend him. Thomas being the asshole he is says to her “Sorry but I don’t hit girls” as the reader proceeds to deck him in the face. Thank you😄

A/N: so we felt really bad because we made Thomas really sexist and a huge asshole but hey, do it for the plot. Hope you enjoy.

Warnings: Some cursing. **the reader is a fucking badass feminist so yeah if you’re offended by that then go home

Word count: 774 words

You were walking alone in town. It was Saturday and you decided to spend the day for yourself, running some errands. Usually you and your boyfriend, Alexander, went out but today he said he was going to hang out with his coworker, Thomas.

You were never quite sure if you liked Thomas. He seemed very–arrogant. He could never control his temper. Always starting trouble. But Alex seemed to like him, and as long as Alex was happy, so were you.

It was a fairly sunny and warm day. You were heading to your car when suddenly you hear yelling. “Don’t talk about her like that!” You heard a familiar voice yell. Alexander.

You walked faster, locating the sound of his voice. He was on the corner of the local park. With Thomas. They were in a heated argument. Alexander’s fists were clenched at his side, his face slowly turning pink with anger.

Thomas was stanced defensively, as if he didn’t know whether to strike yet or not. “Dude, you’re whipped,” Thomas exclaimed. “You do whatever she tells you! You’re basically her pet!”

Alexander fumed. “So, because I love her and care about her well-being and if she’s happy, I’m whipped?!” He shot back. “At least I have a girlfriend!” Thomas suddenly pushed Alex, making him stumble back a little.

You ran up to them, just as Alex shoved Thomas back. “Hey, hey, hey,” you began, trying to calm them down. “What’s going on here?” You asked, standing between them.

Alex pointed to Thomas. “This asshole says I’m whipped because I wanted to go home and spend time with you,” he began. “Because you are,” Thomas added, rolling his eyes. “You’re not a dog. She calls and you heel like a little puppy. Grow some balls–” he began.

Alex lunged at Thomas, his face bright red, but Thomas quickly overpowered him, tripping him. He knocked the breath from him with one swift kick in the side. “Don’t try me, Hamilton. I will end you,” he warned. You stepped in front of Alex.

“Get away from him, Thomas. Or I swear–,” you growled. Alex stumbled to his feet. “I’m fine,” he said, ready to strike at Thomas. Thomas snorted. “You need your girl to come save you?” He sneered. “God, you’re pathetic–” he began.

You shoved Thomas backwards. “Back up, jackass,” you warned, your eyes wild. Thomas crossed his arms. “Or what?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. “What are you going to do? Tell me to heel? I’m not your bitch. Unlike Alexander here.”

You fumed. “I swear, the next thing you say about him, you’ll have me to deal with. I will knock you dead to the ground,” you said, dangerously soft. He rolled his eyes. “Sorry, but I don’t hit girls–” he began but you were already decking him in the jaw.

He stumbled back. His mouth was bloody. He rubbed his jaw. “You bitch,” he sneered. He spit blood onto the sidewalk. “Say something else,” you dared. “I dare you.” He backed up slightly. “I’m not afraid of you,” he said, shaking his head.

“You’re just a little girl,” he said. That was it. You hit him again, straight in his perfect nose. He exclaimed in pain. “I warned you,” you said. “This girl grew up a long time ago.” Alex smiled. “Gosh, I love you,” he said softly. Thomas held his nose, blood dripping in his hands.

“Bitch,” he mumbled, stumbling away. You watched as he crossed the street, holding the bridge of his nose back. People stared at him, mostly in disgust at the sexist pig walking amongst them. Suddenly, people around you began clapping. A few cheering. You blushed.

Alexander laughed, kissing your cheek. “I tried to tell him,” he shrugged. You grinned. “You’re a good boyfriend,” you said, kissing him lightly on the lips as you began walking to the car. “And you’re a fucking badass girlfriend,” he said.

Bath (Shawn Mendes)

Hello, here’s the new imagine!  Thank you for requesting this! Sorry for posting slowly, just dealing with some serious crap x

Request:  Can you please do something where like you’re in gymnastics and you hurt you foot. Not bad but like you twist it. So Shawn freaks out and takes you to the hospital and they say nothing’s wrong. And when you get home Shawn like spoils you w/ a bath and it’s just fluff. PLEASE BTW ILY

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Originally posted by lovablecouples

I breathed a sigh of relief as I landed on my feet after practicing a part of my floor routine. I relax when there’s just ariel left (a cartwheel with no hands) and I shouldn’t have done that. They say don’t get too comfortable doing sports. I gasp when I lose my coordination and quickly close my eyes waiting for the ground to meet my body. I scream out in pain and cover my face when I feel twisting ankle. “Y/N!” I hear my coach yell. I lay on back in excruciating pain. I see my coach running to me with paramedics behind. I take a deep breath before trying to put weight on it and falling back down. Another sharp cry leaves my mouth. Paramedics quickly carried me to the locker room.

“Y/N!” you turn around to see Shawn rushing to you. “Are you okay?” Shawn asks panicking while other gymnasts snickers. “I’m okay” I nod my head while whipping tears from my cheeks. “But you screamed and cried!” Shawn talks concerned “Don’t worry Sha…” “YOU HAD ONE JOB Y/N! AND SERIOUSLY ARIEL?” my best friend interrupts Shawn stepping through the door. Also a gymnast. Everyone starts to laugh except for Shawn, who looks really lost and confused. “Why are you all laughing?” Shawn looks at everyone confused. “Because baby it happens all the time. Just this time it hurt a little more” I say smiling before pressing our lips together.

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“Okay Y/N. It’s just a twisted ankle. You can go home” doctor tells me and helps me to get up. Quickly I feel Shawn’s arms wrapping around my waist. “You sure you okay?” Shawn asks concerned while walking me to his car. “Yes” I roll my eyes playfully.

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“Don’t move, Y/N” Shawn tells me before quickly disappearing. “What are you doing?” I yell laughing. “You’re going to have a hot bath!” He yells from the bathroom. “You’re a dork!” “But you love me!” “Sadly I do” I say to myself “I heard that!”

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I stand not moving while waiting for Shawn to leave so I could remove my clothes. “What?” he asks looking at me. I raise my eyebrows. “Go away. I need to take my clothes off” “I’ve seen you naked before” Shawn laughs “And you won’t be able to get into the bath without my help” He smirks. I groan but do what he wants me to do. I slowly stripped my clothes off, letting them fall beneath my feet “Don’t look at me like that, Mendes” I chuckle. Shawn takes his clothes off and gets in the water. “Come” he reaches for my hands. Before helping me to get in. “It’s hot” I squeak when my feet touched the hot water. I sat between Shawn’s legs and let the water embrace my naked body. I look around to see scented candles lighted up. “How the hell did you do this in a few minutes?” I ask turning my face to his. “Magic” Shawn smirks leaving wet kisses on my jaw and neck. I smirk taking a handful of bubbles before blowing them to Shawn’s face. “Y/N!” he yells laughing before splashing water onto me. I let my muscles relax and rested the back of my head in the crook of Shawn’s neck. The room went quiet, the only noises was both of our heavy breathing.

I don’t talk to fish - Aquaman x reader

Can you one with Aquaman? Where he and the reader know each other but they hate each other an then they fall in love eventually? Requested by https://itsrebeca.tumblr.com @itsrebeca

I accidentaly delated the original message so…yeah. Here we go. It’s really long because I didn’t wanna make more than one part huh. And it kinda sucks…Oh well, I tried. It’s so late…

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The first time you met Arthur Curry, aka Aquaman, you were having a nice lunch date at your favorite cafe in Metropolis with your brother, Clark. 

You weren’t happy that one of his super-friend ruined your chance to spent time just the two of you. Since he moved to Metropolis and became Superman, you nearly never saw your brother, and you missed him. You guys have always been very close, and despite his overprotecting you, he just didn’t had time to hang out with you that much anymore…Especially since you stayed in Smallville to take care of the family farm with your ma’. 

You often joked about the fact that you’d have to be in grave danger to see him. Worst thing was, it was true…So when he called you and asked if you wanted to come for the week-end to Metropolis, you said yes without hesitation…The first day, he saved the world from aliens with the Justice League, and only came back late at night. You had to almost dragged him out of bed for him to follow you to the café to have lunch…and now, that Aqua-dude was ruining it. 

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Quiet- Zach Dempsey Smut Part 2

Sorry, it took me so long to get this out, I had to rewrite this like 10 times because my computer sucks :( But I hope you enjoy !

-Warnings: Swearing and smut:)

     I squinted at the pale sun peeking through the partially opened blinds. As I rolled over I saw a sound sleeping, Zach. His chest slowly rising and falling and his face soft and still signaling that he was in a deep sleep. I carefully slinked out of bed and began to get ready for the school day. After changing into jeans and a t-shirt that I have left here and brushing my hair I heard a loud groan come from the bed letting me know that Zach was awake. I moved to sit on the edge of the bed and lightly placed my hand on his back.

     “Do we have to go to school?” He asked squinting up at me. I smiled at him and rubbed his back as I nodded to him.

     “Sadly, yes,” I replied and started to get up to finish getting ready until I felt two strong arms wrap around me.

     “Let’s just stay here,” Zach suggested as he looked up at me. I shook my head and pried his arms off, standing up and finishing brushing out my hair. Zach let out a large sigh and then there was some shuffling around so I knew he was getting dressed. When I turned around he was wearing khakis and a t-shirt. I walked over giving him a hug.

     “Let’s get going,” I said softly resting my head on his chest.

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    I knew something was bothering Zach. From him not wanting to get out of bed and going to school to the painfully silent car ride. When Zach pulled into a parking spot and turned the car off I grabbed his hand and he gave me a confused look.

    “Zach, I know something is wrong, please tell me,” I said in almost a pleading tone and his eyes softened at me.

     “I just can’t stop thinking about Bryce, what he did to you, I just wish I came sooner and stopped him.” He explained and my heart shattered from the pain in his voice.

     “Zach, you can’t beat yourself up over this, you did everything you could’ve and I can’t thank you enough for that. I’m okay so don’t worry about me.” I reassured him and he put his head down.

     “I should’ve punched him.” Zach murmured. “The whole Hannah thing is fucking me up too.” He added and I nodded in agreement. Hannah and I were okay friends, like a friend you’d smile at in the hallway and say hi to in class but never got super close.

     “Me too, maybe we should just do a half day today.” I offered and Zach fixed his gaze from his lap to my eyes.

     “I’d like that very much.” He smiled and I nodded, getting out of the car.

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     After 3 dreadful hours of school, it was finally lunch and I quickly found Zach sitting with the rest of the guys on the basketball team. I sat down next to him and Jessica, quickly starting up a conversation with her. Although, it wasn’t long until she excused herself to go talk to Alex. I didn’t mind until the unoccupied seat was soon taken by the one and only Bryce Walker. Bryce shot a smile to me and Zach but quickly looked away once he saw Zach shooting daggers at him.

    “What’d you guys think of that party last night?” Bryce asked chuckling and Zach quickly got up, whipping his phone out.

    “Hey, Justin, did I ever show you this photo?” Zach asked walking over to him. My blood boiled at the thought of him just leaving me here next to Bryce. I squirmed being so close to him and I did my best to shift away without anyone noticing. Zach looked up at me and I shot him a glare but he only replied with a smirk.

     “Ah, shit. You know I think it’s actually on (Y/N)’s phone, (Y/N) can I see your phone?” Zach asked and my brain clicked with the idea that he was doing. I jumped up and walked up to the two boys and handing my phone over. Zach pretended to Justin a picture but in reality, they were just looking at a black screen. Justin let out a chuckle and a nod going along with the plan. Not too long after the lunch bell rang and everyone began to file out of the lunch room. Zach and I made our way to the office and signed ourselves out using the excuse that we were still shaken up about Hannah Baker and needed some time to mourn. 

     The car ride back to Zach’s house was nicer. One hand was on the steering wheel and the other was intertwined with mine. Music was playing and we both happily sang along. Once we were back at his house we both went to his room and changed into sweats, lying down and putting on a movie.

     “I really like your little plan at lunch.” I smiled at him.

     “I just wish I could avoid him.” He sighed and I sat up looking over at him.

     “He’s a senior this year, he’ll be gone in a few months.” I offered and he raised his eyebrows.

     “Not soon enough,” Zach muttered and I crawled over, placing my lips on his.

     “Don’t worry, nothing will come between us,” I said quietly against his lips. Zach replied by kissing me once again, this time deeper and more passionately. I pulled away to catch my breath and I noticed his eyes dark with lust. I moved so I was sitting in his lap and grabbed his face beginning to roughly kiss him. He lightly bit down on my lower lip and I moaned, allowing his to slip his tongue into my mouth.Our tounges felt as if they performing a dance routine with the same in sync motions and I could feel his dick slowly grow hard and poke through his pants.

     Zach’s hands roamed my body and my hands tangled in his black hair, lightly tugging at it with every motion causing him to groan with pleasure. His fingers played with the hem of my shirt and I broke the kiss allowing him to pull the shirt over my head. Zach sat back for a second, drinking me in.

     “You’re so beautiful.” He muttered into my ear before planting kisses down my neck making my heart flutter and make me wetter at each word. After every couple of kisses, he’d bite down on my flesh, purposely leaving a mark. Once he pulled away I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it off making me smirk at his toned body. Zach flipped us over so my back was pressed against the soft bed and he hovered over me with both hands on either side of my head. Zach scattered kisses down my body until he reached the waistband of my sweats. He looked up at me as if to ask for permission and I nodded quickly. 

     Zach quickly slid my pants off and proceeded to the same to himself. He hovered over my face afterward and kissed me hard. As he did so, he brought his hand down to my underwear and moved them to the side to insert a finger into me. My back arched and I moaned into his mouth at the feeling. Zach took this opportunity to place another finger in and begin to slowly thrust in and out.I let out a sigh of pleasure as he did so and grabbed his face, moving it to the side to leave a trail of marks down his neck earning several moans from him. Zach quickly began to pick up the pace making my moans get louder. As soon as I felt a knot forming in my stomach Zach pulled his fingers out and I let out a whimper.

     Zach got on his knees and reached over to his bedside drawer to grab a condom. Once he rolled it on he moved to look me in the eyes. 

     “What do you want me to do?” Zach asked me seductively and I grew wetter just by his words.

     “I want you to fuck me,” I whispered into his ear and he groaned and carefully shoved himself inside of me making my jaw drop and my back to arch. Zach took my facial expression as a green light and began to slowly thrust in me sending a wave of pleasure over me each time. I let my nails drag down his back which made him let out a line of swears from his mouth.

     “Zach faster, please.” I breathed out and Zach quickly picked up the pace, hitting my g-spot and making the knot that began to grow in my stomach build up more and more. I let out moan after moan and Zach attached his lips on mine for a deep and loving kiss.

     “Zach, I’m going to cum,” I said breathlessly and Zach nodded. “I know, me too, just go baby girl.” I melted at his words and unraveled, releasing the knot in my stomach and groaning out loudly. Zach came not too long after and made a soft moan afterward. He slowly peeled off of me and took the condom off, throwing it away before returning to me and laying by my side, pulling the blanket over us. I shifted over so my head was on his chest and Zach wrapped his arms around me.

     “I could get used to coming home early.” Zach murmured into my hair and I laughed.

     “Don’t get too used to it.” I smiled and he nodded.

     “I love you (Y/N)” He said and my heart leaped with joy at the words.

     “I love you too, Zach.” I smiled into his chest.

btw sorry if this sucked I haven’t really written smut before :)

I Don’t Dance (Morgan Reilly)

Anonymous said:

hey just wondering if you have any morgan rielly requests or if you could do a super cute fluff one about him sometime with one of those numbered prompts maybe? thanks so much xoxo

Anonymous said:

morgan rielly imagine? pretty please? you can choose whichever really cute one you want but like megacute fluff preferably?

Word count: 1064

Originally posted by willynylanders


It was one of the only nights that Morgan didn’t have a game or practice, yet the Maple Leafs decided to have Casino Night on this one night. You were fine with going to events that were sponsored by the team, but you had really been looking forward to the one night where you and Morgan could just lay on the couch, eat pizza and watch TV as opposed to being forced to wear a tight dress and schmooze with people who pay a whole lot of money just to see a bunch of hockey players.

You stand in the ornate ballroom that the Leafs rent out for all their Casino Nights, sipping a glass of champagne and watching as Morgan laughs with a couple of season ticket holders. You’re bored out of your mind; gambling’s never been your thing, and you haven’t managed to find Sydney, Steph or any of the other girls. You’re bored out of your mind as you people watch, Morgan’s arm around your waist the whole time.

“…Isn’t that right, (Y/N)?” You’re snapped out of your reverie by the sound of Morgan calling your name. You glance up at him, not sure what at all he just said.

“I’m sorry, what? I wasn’t listening.” You say sheepishly. Morgan laughs as you blush.

“I was just talking about our trip to your parents’ next month.” Morgan explains to you while you nod, pretending that you’re interested.

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The Balcony

A/N: this is just a little thing I whipped up while watching Moana. It probably has a bunch of typos but yea..

Warnings: None

Word Count: 518


You were beginning to regret come here tonight. Tony had promised that Steve and Bucky were going to be gone at least through the week, but when the two soldiers walked through the door dressed to the nine’s, you knew that either Tony lied or they came without telling Tony they were.

And knowing Tony, you guessed it was the first one.

As you watched the two men, you noticed Bucky make his way through the crowd towards you.

Your quickly looked down at you glass, hoping that he didn’t notice your staring. As you watched the people on the dance floor, you heard him clear his throat behind you.

Taking a deep breath you looked at Bucky, meeting the blue eyes you used to know so well.

“Hi Bucky,” you said after you took the last drink from your cup, observing the way his eyes roamed over you.

“Doll,” He greater you taking you hand and placed a feather like kiss, but not releasing you hand “it’s been a while.” He said looking at you with an emotion you couldn’t quite place.

Nodding in agreement you looked at the man in front of you, you looked at the balcony near you and smiled “Want to get some fresh air?” You asked him.

Nodding he gripped you hand tighter and led you through the small crowd in front of your destination. Opened the sliding doors the two of you slipped out into the cool air, not saying anything for a few minutes.

“I missed you.” You said as the two of you watched the cars below you guys.

“I missed you too, Doll. It’s been hell without you.” He said as his hand slid across the railing and gripped you hand in his

Tightening his grip on your hand, he pulled you away from the balcony. Bucky grabbed you other hand he held you close to him.

A deep sigh came from the brunet as the two of you leaned closer.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, as you nose brushed against his.

With a nod from you, he closed the gap between you two and gently pressed his lips against yours.

You quickly returned the kiss, moving your hands to the base of his neck, grasping the hair by your hands. When you pulled away for a breath, you let out a small chuckle.

“Remind me why we broke up?” You asked breathlessly as you looked at Bucky, his eyes bright in the moonlight.

“Because I’m an idiot,” He laughed nudging his nose against yours. “Would you give me a second chance?” He asked looking at you with hopeful eyes.

Nodding you let out a small laugh “let’s start with lunch, yea?” You asked him pulling away a but to create a small space between the two of you.

And when Bucky nodded and pulled you in for a hug, you gladly returned it, the cologne he was wearing engulfing your nose.

It was at this moment you realized how much you missed your solider and now… you don’t plan on letting him go any time soon.

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Eat A Snickers: AU Cop!Sam

Eat A Snickers: AU Cop!Sam

Pairing: Cop!Sam x Nurse!Reader

Word Count: 1,900

Warning: Mentions of shooting and stabbing, not graphic though. INCREDIBLY fluffy otherwise.

A/N: The nurse in me dreamed about this and the writer in me wanted to share. The personality of the nurse is also me basically all the time. Enjoy!!


“Y/N! Room 11, you have a new admit. Just check in on him before your relief gets here in a few. Ten out of ten chest pain, 48 year-old male, say’s he’s having a heart attack. Pretty sure the only heart attack he’ll have is the one you’ll give him if you try and take those chips from him.”

“Oh, awesome, can’t wait.” Flashing your signature ‘kill me now’ grin at your co-worker you close out of your computer and head over towards the room.

Saturday nights in the downtown ER. Not everyone’s cup of tea, but it’s always been more a can of Redbull to you anyways. The hustle, the bustle, the insanity that never ceases to amaze; who would ever want to leave that?

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So, I really enjoyed writing this part, even if I didn’t know how to end it. If you want a soundtrack for this one, check out ‘Don’t Be Shy’ by Cat Stevens (Yusuf Islam). Play it towards the end. Thank you @sxnali for the request, @marveliskindacool for beta-reading, and @thegirlwiththeimpala for the compliment regarding the last chapter. Enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt[s]: Almost a Mistake is really cute so far, I love the twist at the beginning! Can’t wait for part 2!!!

I love soul mate aus and I love the new story!! 💕

‘Almost a Mistake’ (Part 2)

Part 1

“(Y/n)!” Steve yelled as he followed you down the corridor. “(Y/n), wait!”

Wanda had held nothing back as she explained everything that had happened from Pietro’s thoughts. Unfortunately, that included divulging the information that you’d looked at your Ink a long time ago. The embarrassment, and guilt set your feet in your motion, swinging your coat over your shoulder as you left. Steve had also wasted no time in following you.

“Would you just stop so we can talk about this?”
“And do what, Steve?” you snapped. “There is nothing to talk about. This is why I had the ribbon in the first place, so I could have control over my life.”
“It’s not my fault you looked at your ink so don’t punish me for it.”

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Trope-A-Dope #1

@killingmeitsso2yearsago said: One of my favourite is when one of them is doing a liveshow and somehow they slip up and they coming out live :-)

I loved this, so I made it a 5 + 1 (I know, how many more times am I gunna do this with a simple prompt?)

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And don’t forget to Send me prompts for this project with the most-used Phanfic tropes.

It’s Worth Deciding

(~5k, Fluff, coming out, 5+1)

The five times Dan and Phil nearly came out in a live stream. And the one time they did.

Title from Half Life by Duncan Sheik: “Before the truth goes back into hiding I want to decide ‘cause it’s worth deciding”

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Shape of You (5)

Guys. I’ve seen so much hate against ACOWAR that it’s killing me. I know at the end of the day I will love this story but still. I hope everyone enjoys it too.

I’ve got a lot planned for this story and I hope you’re ready for the ride!

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Chapter 5

The sun was shining through the window which meant it was a new day. So I tried to stop thinking about Tomas and the terrible dinner we had experienced last night. Cassian had stayed beside me and somehow that had helped. Like he knew I needed someone to lean on but I wasn’t going to ask for the support.

When I woke up I found the room empty. It took me a moment to remember someone was supposed to be asleep on my floor. As I laid there I heard laughter come in through the window. I looked at the clock, it was almost eleven. Everyone was already outside and I had slept late. Cassian was out there too, his tan skin glistening in the sun. I smiled slightly when I saw him push his fingers through his long hair. I noticed the way my sisters watched him.

They couldn’t decide if they liked him or not.

Standing there watching them all I realized I had been selfish last night. I made it about me instead of being happy that my baby sister had finally married the man who loved her more than life itself. He had saved her from Tamlin, he had saved her from the life she thought she would always live since our father left us with nothing. That mattered more than anything else.

I didn’t have to be there for the wedding, because I had been their for the entire love story. I needed to apologize.

Something I wasn’t very good at.

I grabbed a bathing suit and then changed quickly. I pulled on a shirt and then brushed my teeth. I fixed my hair and once I was somewhat put together I headed down to meet everyone. I thought over the apology in my head. I said the phrase over and over again.

I’m sorry Feyre. I was selfish. I’m happy for you.

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Tom Hiddleston Request

Can I make a request?Tom Hiddleston and his wife plays Loki and Sygin on the Thor and Avengers movies and the fans love them together!specially on pannels


“Tom,” you called out from the door of the hotel room, “we have to go, Honey, the car is down stairs.”

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” he stepped out of the bathroom fixing his tux jacket. He went to fiddle with his tie and kept trying to get it. You stepped up to him, pushed your clutch in his hand, and took the bow tie into your own hands, quickly tying and centering it.

“There. Perfect,” you kissed his cheek, whipped the little bit of lipstick off, and took back your clutch. “Now, come one. I don’t want our driver to hate us.” He chuckled and had to jog to catch up with you as you continued to walk while he shut the door. When he caught up his hand went into yours.

Upon seeing you come out the driver opened the door and waited to assist you both inside the black SUV. Tom stopped you just short of the car. “Tom, you started to say but he cut you off.

“Did I tell you that you look exceptionally beautiful tonight?” Your face morphed into a large smile as you smiled up at him. His blush was all the reaction he needed and he pulled your hand towards the car

Tonight was the London red carpet premiere for the latest instalment in the Thor movies. You and Tom had gotten married just after the first Thor movie had premiered. The fans loved you two together and were even more excited when it was announced that you were going to play Sigyn, Loki’s wife, in the new movie.

You two arrived at the premiere and got out of the SUV, smiling and waving at the fans that lined the beginning of the carpet. You two stopped and took some quick selfies with the fans and signed things and had to move on to pose for the photographers.

As you moved down the carpet you got back to a section with fans and went back to talk with them before you had to go in and watch the movie. “Will you both be at Comic Con,” a fan asked excitingly.

“Yes we will,” you said happily. “I’m excited, I’ve never gotten to sit on a panel or do a signing there before. I usually end up behind the scenes watching Tommy,” you told him.

“Hopefully we’ll see some of you guys there,” Tom grinned at them. “Are you guys seeing the movie this week?”

The crowd rang out with all kinds of ‘yes’ and ‘of course’ replies as a coordinator came up and ushered you two along. “It was great meeting you all,” you cried out before you were pushed along the carpet.

After watching the final product of your movie you and Tom left with smiled on your faces with your hands intertwined. You got into the SUV to go to the afterparty and glimpsed at your phone. Tom, doing the same, spoke up with a chuckle, “We’ve made Twitter news, Dear.”

“What are you talking about,” you laughed.

“‘The Hiddlestons steal the show at the premiere of their new movie,’ this article link says with a picture of us. Then there’s ‘Married inside and outside their newest movie, the Hiddlestons still looked like newlyweds on the red carpet.’ There’s also a bunch of the pictures we took with fans being tweeted around. Look how cute we are,” he smiled flashing you his phone with your pictures with the fans on it.

“We are pretty cute; aren’t we?”

(Jughead Jones x Reader): Forsythe Jones, what the hell is wrong with you?

Summary: Jughead confronts Mr. Andrews about the drive in and reader tries talk to him about it, he tries to ditch her but it doesn’t quite go to plan.

Word Count: 1731

Warnings: swearing and kissing (is that even something that needs a warning??)

Author’s Note: This is my first thing on tumblr ahhh (apologies for any spelling/grammar mistakes)


It was one of those terribly sticky and humid days in the middle of the summer, you’d been hanging out with Archie on his porch and he told you his dad was getting really stressed out because he couldn’t find an accountant for the construction company. You’d gone to the Andrew’s Construction office the next morning and offered to help out.

“Please Mr. Andrews, I’m great at math, I’ve been tutoring Archie since pre-school, let me take the job.”

“(Y/N), you’re not even a sophomore yet, are you sure you’re ready for the responsibility? Don’t you want to spend your summer having fun?”

“With all due respect Mr. Andrews, you hired your son to do manual labor, is it really that far of a stretch for me to sit here in the office and crunch some numbers for you?”

“Alright, if you think you’re up for it I guess you can try it out.”


Jughead had popped into the office unexpectedly, he came in all the time now that you were working here, usually to say hi to you (at least you hoped so, you had to think it was pretty unlikely that he visited because he wanted to spend more time with Mr. Andrews).

You were sitting at your desk with stacks of financial records and account papers littered around you. You smiled at Jughead when we walked in but he seemed preoccupied so you turned back to your work.

“Mayor McCoy says you won the contract to tear down the drive-in,” Jughead said while Mr. Andrews poured himself another cup of coffee.

Mr. Andrews sighed but nodded, “I did,” He replied as he went back to his desk, “Look, I’m sorry Jughead. I know how much you love the Twilight, and so do I-”

“Mr. Andrews, just give me one week to track down the person who bought the land, and convince them not to demolish a holy house of cinema.” Jughead begged.

Mr. Andrews looked up at Jughead, trying to reason with him, “It’s a big contract for me, Jug, and for my guys. Whatever they build in the place of the drive-in could me more jobs.”

“In what? Some hypothetical future?” Jughead replies,” You put one Jones out of work, why don’t you put out another, huh?”

“Jug, your dad was taking materials from one of our job sites. I had to let him go.”

It was at this comment made by Mr. Andrews that pulled your head up sharply, you were surprised, you’d known that he’d let Jug’s dad go, but you’d never known why.

“Right. You did what you had to do, like you’re doing here now,” Jughead scoffs, ”later.”

“Jug-” Mr. Andrew starts, but he’s already out the door.

“I’ll go talk to him,” You tell Mr. Andrews as you quickly get up from your desk and head out after him.

“Jug!” You yelled after him, jogging to catch up with his brisk pace, “Please wait,” You said.

“(Y/N), I can’t- I really don’t want to talk about this right now.” He tells you, unable to make eye contact with you.

“That’s fine, we don’t have to, I just want to make sure you’re okay.” You tell him, trying to search his face for what he’s thinking.

“(Y/N)….”

“Jug…” You reply, smirking slightly.

“You know I hate when you do that,” He shoots back, rolling his eyes as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“If you didn’t give me so many reasons to smirk then I wouldn’t have to.” You shoot back. There’s something about pushing Jughead’s buttons that you enjoy.

“I’m going home.” he says, turning to leave.

You grabbed his arm and pull him back around to face you again, “Can I walk with you?” You ask him, trying find some excuse to spend time with him. You tell yourself that it’s to make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid, but if we’re being honest you just like being around him.

“Don’t you have to work?” Jughead asks with a sharp glance back to the trailer.

“I’m sure Mr. Andrew will let me leave early, just let me grab my stuff, okay?” You reply quickly, he nods and you let go of his arm and run back into the trailer. When you push through the door Mr. Andrews is still sitting at his desk like he’s been waiting for you.

“How’s he doing?” He asks you.

“I’m not sure… Is it okay if I walk him home?” You ask Mr. Andrews, “I swear I’ll stay late tomorrow to make it up.” You add quickly.

“Of course, (Y/N),” He says quickly, “Don’t worry about it, just make sure Jughead’s okay.”

“Thanks Mr. Andrews,” You reply as you grab your jacket and backpack, “See you tomorrow.” you add as you step out the door.

“Okay, Jug, Mr. Andrews said that I can go home,” you say as you close the door and turn around only to see that Jughead as disappeared, “Jug?!” You yell, looking around frantically.

“He went that way,” You hear someone say, whipping around to see one of the guys from the crew pointing down the street.

“Thank you,” You reply quickly before breaking into a sprint.

It only took about a minute to catch up with him, you’re pretty athletic after all, but he didn’t hear you running up to him until you were already on top of him, pushing him to the ground.

“Forsythe Jones, what the hell is wrong with you?” You holler at him as you crouch on top of him, pinning him to the sidewalk, your face inches away from his.

“Ow (Y/N)! When did you get so strong?” He asks, gritting his teeth as he wriggles beneath you, unable to get up.

“What the actual fuck Jughead! What is wrong with you?” You ask, your voice seething with anger, “Why would you just leave like that?”

“People are starting to look,” he says, causing you to glance behind you at the houses and realize that there are several heads poking out from behind curtains. Jughead takes your moment of distraction to turn the table and quickly flips you onto your back, pinning you down just like you pinned him down, “Not so fun? Now is it?” he says, smirking down at you.

“Jughead, my backpack,” You say, you words coming out clipped, as all of your books dig into you sharply, causing you to arch your back in pain.

“Shit, I’m so sorry.” He says quickly, jumping off of you and helping you to your feet, “Are you okay?”

You shrug, not wanting him to worry about it, “Can you just walk me home?” You ask, ignoring any concern he may have, “I don’t want to give these people anything more to gossip about.”

As you walk silently to your house Jughead keeps glancing over at you nervously, “Do you really care what people in this town think about you?” He finally asks.

You shoot him a look before staring down at the ground again, “Why does it matter?”

“Because you of all people shouldn’t care.”

“Well, I do. Maybe you should too.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Jughead, you saw the way those people were looking at us through their windows, you you enjoy people looking at you that way?”

“It doesn’t matter to me. They don’t matter to me.”

“Some of us don’t have the luxury to not care,” You reply, trying to not sound to snippy, “I’m not aloof. I’m too self-conscious.”

“But you’re perfect,” Jughead tells you before realizing he just said that aloud, “I mean- you are, you’re smart and funny and amazing, you don’t have anything to be self-conscious about.” He quickly adds as you walk up your front steps.

“Do you have time to help me with some homework?” You ask him, trying to change the subject.

“Sure,” He replies with a shrug, “Do you have any food?” He asks as he rummages through your fridge.

“Grab whatever, I don’t think my parents are coming home tonight so could you grab some for me too,” You reply.

Jughead pulls some leftovers out before you head upstairs to your room. He flops down on your bed the moment you open the door to your room and opens up the containers. You set down your backpack and lean down to grab your homework and wince sharply as you feel more stabbing pains in your back.

“Are you okay? Is it really that bad?” Jug asks as he stands up and walks over to you.

You quickly shrug off your jacket, “I can’t really tell, I’m sure it’s nothing.” You respond quickly.

“Do you want me to look?” He asks, his face furrowed in concern.

“Um…yeah,” You respond, pulling your hair over your shoulder. You pull your sweater over your shoulders, leaving you in just a tank top, causing you to feel even more self-conscious as you turn around, “Just check here and here,” You say quickly, pointing the best that you can to where you can still feel the impression of your textbooks.

You can feel his fingers gently trail over your shoulder and your breath hitches ever so slightly, “May I…?” He asks.

“Oh yeah, I don’t mind.” You respond a little too quickly as he gently pulls the back of your tank top down a little bit so he can look.

“It looks like it pierced the skin a little bit, there’s some blood,” He tells you quietly before lifting it up the bottom of your tank top, “Same down here.”

“Thanks,” You tell him as he pulls your tank top back down, his fingers lingering slightly before you turn back around.

“I’m really sorry about that, I wasn’t even thinking and I-” He starts saying, but you’re not listening to him, you’re just looking at his lips and before you think better of it you cut him off, pressing your lips against his.

You break away quickly, “Jug, I really like-” You art telling him, trying to confess your feeling for him, but then he gets payback and cuts you off in return, pulling you close.

You finally gain up enough willpower to pull yourself away, opening your eyes and breathing heavily.

“I really like you too, (Y/N),” He tells you as he wraps his arms around you.